#I only got one attempt to pass it or I'll have to do an oral one and I would much rather die than do that

[umilily]

I've been trying to get this fucking degree for 7 years, suffering basically nonstop, taking part in all my classes, even taking extra ones, I think at this point I more than deserve them just giving me my bachelor's. I've done ENOUGH.

[pirateprincessblog]

prefects and t(h)reats

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: you haven't been lurking the castle at night since the day you cost your house a lot of points and the slytherin prefect scolded you. long enough has passed, and you might want to start doing that again. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: park seonghwa x f!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.6k words 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: harry potter universe, slytherin!seonghwa, hufflepuff!reader, smut, bit of angst (seonghwa being a piece of shit(basic slytherin) towards the reader and her friends) 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: spanking, hair pulling, choking, finger sucking, fingering, oral (f!receiving), voyeurism, unprotected sex, semi-public?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: idk, cursing i guess 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: something got fucked in the process of posting this so if you see any repeating paragraphs do let me know my eyes aren't working anymore :D !everyone is of age, regardless of the year they are in. also, i may or may not have a finger sucking kink or whatever you call that :) also, i so did NOT use a twd negan reference here. just ignore that.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

"ugh! that snape will be the reason i get sent to azkaban, mark my words! i spent ages trying to perfect that mood colour changing sweater, and he just confiscated- wait, what?"

"what, what is it?"

"did our bloody house points get deducted again?"

just your luck, you need to pass by them to get to your next class. you wish you had perfected the disillusionment charm, it would be very helpful right now.

"you."

ignoring the voice that speaks clearly to you, you hug your books to your chest and quicken your pace, attempting to ascend the stone stairs and vanish into the divination classroom. suddenly, your elbows are seized by two familiar pairs of hands, drawing you back to stand before the house points display. indeed, the hourglass under the hufflepuff banner is noticeably less full than it was just the day before. and it may or may not be your fault. again.

"listen to me, honeydukes." wayne, your fellow housemate warns.

"don't call me that!" you still struggle to understand how you acquired that nickname, especially since you rarely visit honeydukes these days. that habit faded after your teeth nearly succumbed to decay from all the cotton candy and chocolate frogs.

"if you keep this up, you are going to be the reason i end up in azkaban. got it?" he points a finger at your face, causing you to stumble back.

"you have a week to get at least twenty points back. if you don't..." the other one, justin, also points his finger at you, "...i'll make your remaining years at hogwarts miserable. we are the lousiest house anyway, why do you have to make it worse?"

"yeah, what do you even do to make us lose house points?"

"i bet she pisses off prefects."

"or bothers professors outside the class, the know-it-all."

"i don't care if you have to duel harry potter himself, you'll get those points back."

"and when you do, you'll get double and triple that, and make sure we win this year."

"it is only fair, since you're costing us so much."

with each accusation hurled at you, you retreat, hoping to flee the verbal attack before tears betray you and worsen the situation. a high pitched noise invades your ears, drowning out their voices. so intent on avoiding their accusing fingers, you fail to notice the brink of the top stair until your foot falters and balance is lost. you gasp, eyes shut, bracing for the impact of cold stone against your skull.

"levioso!"

yet it never comes. your body is stuck in the air, right above the stairs. all the noise and fuss has left the main hall, resulting in you being too scared to open your eyes.

"accio."

but you are forced to open them, ears picking up quiet murmuring, mainly coming from girls. your eyes meet dark brown ones, stone cold with a serious expression. his black swirly wand is directed at you, levitating your body through the air until you're brought back to the top of the stairs. you finally regain control of it, hands hurriedly fixing the robe and covering yourself.

"you fools." he speaks, eyes not leaving yours.

your lip trembles, and eyes well up with tears. park seonghwa is the one person you do not wish to anger and disappoint. your admiration for him hasn't stopped growing since the day he came to this school. park seonghwa, the slytherin prince. slender frame, porcelain skin, high cheekbones, sharp jawline, plump lips, dark eyes, and an immpeccable posture. he walked the castle with such grace, his cloak following him and flowing in the air behind him. whether it was magic or not, you found yourself utterly captivated, not just by his cloak, but by his very essence. he was, in a word, beautiful.

"i'm- i'm sorry-" you stutter, the sentence not yet formed in your brain. is this really how your first encounter with him will go?

"you absolute fools." he turns around, facing the two boys.

wayne and justin are now the ones stumbling back, audibly gulping. "we're sorry, seonghwa."

"all that over house points?" seonghwa scoffs in disbelief, "well, guess what? you just cost your own house fifty points."

the entire great hall gasps, not used to seeing the prefect this enraged and stern. he avoids public confrontations, curious eyes and gossipy mouths, always opting to pull the troublemakers aside to scold them. he also mostly deducts five points, ten at most. but fifty?

"show is over. go to your classes." he orders to the crowd, and they waste no time in continuing their journey to their classrooms.

overwhelmed by the unfolding situation, you find yourself unable to move. your gaze fixes on seonghwa's polished black shoes, unsure of your next action or words. your first encounter with him wasn't supposed to unfold this way. you intended to sweep him off his feet, exuding confidence and the like. embarrassing yourself and struggling to hold back tears while avoiding his gaze was never in the plan.

"hey, honeydukes. are you alright?"

"i'm fi- honeydukes?" you look at him, brows furrowed. "you know about that nickname?"

he tilts his head, chuckling. "i gave you that nickname."

"you... you gave me that nickname?! do you have any idea how freaking annoying it is..."

"okay, calm down now."

"...to be called that all day every day? even when i've stopped visiting that bloody shop..."

"listen to me."

"...it's haunting me! how dare you?!"

your protest is silenced as he steps closer, cradling your jaw in the palm of his hand to lift your face towards his. the way his dark eyes look down on you makes you feel small and fragile, only being safe because he's holding you. you swallow hard, lips pressed tightly together, not yet trusting yourself to speak.

"i gave you that nickname when i first saw you. in hogsmeade, at honeydukes. i had never seen anyone eat cotton candy so cutely, and nobody would tell me your name until recently i heard it myself. so you became honeydukes. not my fault the rest heard it from me and decided to make their own version of it."

"still..." you are stubborn, not willing to let go so easily.

"tell you what..." he reaches into his pocket, taking out something shiny. you notice it is one of those wrapped chocolate balls, and coincidentally your favorite flavour. "accept this as an apology, and stop sneaking around the library at night. you're going to cost your house more points. and us prefects our sanity."

"a candy? you're bribing me?" you scoff.

he chuckles, then puts one end of the wrapper between his pearly white teeth, while his other hand still holds your jaw. he tugs at the opposite end of the wrapper, loosening it and making the treat more accessible. letting the wrapper drop to the ground, the shiny chocolate appears all the more enticing between his slender fingers.

"open up for me."

lips slowly peeling open, you allow his slender fingers to slip past them and place the treat on your tongue.

"that's a good girl." he purrs, eyes focused on the way your tongue swirls around the chocolate and his fingers. he takes them out, and catching you by surprise, puts them inside his mouth. "well, then. you better get to class."

you nod, gulping and hugging your books to your chest. not knowing what to say to that, or what to say at all, you turn around, ready to get to your next class. but he stops you once again, playfulness evident in his voice.

"and i mean it. stop sneaking around the castle at night. not that i hate other forms of punishment, i don't think it's something you'd enjoy. besides, you need sleep, especially with the upcoming exams."

"okay."

"what? didn't quite catch that."

"yes, sir!" you yell, annoyed and already running up the stairs, almost tripping on your cloak.

"atta girl." seonghwa smiles proudly, walking in the direction of his next class.

you used to love hogsmeade. then you hated it. now, you love it again. winter has wrapped the village in a festive mood, with christmas just around the corner. streets are dripping with decorations, lights and christmas trees. enchanted instruments are singing songs on the street, people are rushing to buy presents already, and hermione and ron are bickering as always. harry walks by your side, mesmerized by the amount of lights decorating the balconies of the villagers.

"we always go get stupid butterbeers. let's try something else for once!" the girl complains, growing sick of the habit the four of you have formed when arriving at hogsmeade.

"yes, but... it's butterbeer. what else is there to try?" the ginger says, opting for the simple routine.

"merlin, i don't know! just- ugh. what do you say, honeydukes?"

ever since you told them about the incident at the great hall, they've called you nothing but that. you don't hate it anymore. if anything, it reminds you of the slytherin prefect every time you are called. and you don't hate that either.

"i think..." just as you are about to agree with hermione, your eyes notice a group of slytherins entering the three broomsticks. thus, "...ron is right. i mean, butterbeer is butterbeer."

"so bland. fine, let's go."

upon entering, you realize that you have to fight your way to the seats. it is crowded, as though all of hogwarts has chosen the same time and place for drinks. ron is stubborn, tugging hermione, who tugs you, who tugs harry. the wizard chain somehow makes it through the singing and dancing crowd, reaching the end of the tavern and big table where you usually sit. only to find the place occupied.

"hey, that's our seats!" ron complains, pointing at the slytherin boys.

"oh, no. how dare they take our unassigned assigned seats?" the girl rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

"go on, honeydukes. say something."

you look at the boy who remained silent until now, confused. "me? why me?"

"well, it's your little boyfriend sitting there. maybe he'll listen to you."

"harry-!" before you can protest, you are nudged in front of the table, prompting all the boys at the table to halt their conversation and turn their heads to look at you. seonghwa raises an eyebrow, amused.

"what is it, half blood?" draco snickers, glancing over at seonghwa for approval. but when seonghwa doesn't acknowledge him, he settles down, hiding behind his half full glass of butterbeer.

"uh, my friends and i... we were just wondering..." you look behind at the three of them, who stand waiting politely as if you were their mother arranging a play date. "...if you could scoot over and let us have one side of the table? since it is a sharing table... and there's only four of us... and four of you. or not. i mean, if you want to. if you don't, that's fine. i'm not ordering you, i'm just... actually, we don't need it. sorry for bothering you. we'll leave now."

you turn around, cheeks and tips of ears ablaze with embarrassment. the trio looks at you with mouths open wide, wondering just what the hell happened to you.

"what the bloody hell was that?" ron says, eyebrows furrowed.

"i-"

"honeydukes?"

your body responds to his voice immediately, turning around and eyes locking into his. he smiles at you, then waves towards the seats that are now empty.

"ah, sweet!" harry cheers, and the two boys throw their belongings on the chairs and rush to the bar to order.

hermione takes a seat first, choosing a spot as far from them as possible. this leaves you with only one option: the chair next to blaise zabini, the boy who, after Seonghwa and Draco, had the most admirers. he doesn't acknowledge you, nor does anyone else, until you start gossiping with hermione and she abruptly stops mid-sentence.

"he's looking at you."

"what? who is?" your head starts to turn itself before thinking, but hermione is quick to slap your arm. "ow!"

"don't look! that prefect, seonghwa. he's looking at you so intensely. it's scary."

"like, scary scary or hot kinda scary?"

"well, i-" she stutters, not yet used to being this open with anyone yet. "the latter."

the boys arrive, ron holding the drinks and harry holding bowls of snacks. they almost throw them on the table, and ron doesn't even wait to sit before taking a big sip of his drink. harry digs into his loaded chips, not intending on offering anyone a bite or two.

the conversation at the other end of the table ceases, causing ron to set his glass down and harry to stop trying to fit the entire bowl into his cheeks. you look at both ends, the situation looking funny, especially with hermione looking embarrassed next to you. the slytherin boys exude sophistication, taking delicate sips of their drinks, sharing a bowl of spicy chili treats, conversing in hushed tones, and maintaining an overall neat and respectful demeanor. the gryffindor boys are a complete contrast; ron with his butterbeer moustache, harry with sauce smeared on his cheek, both flushed and almost reeking of sweat already.

"wufnt sum?" harry says with his mouth full, nudging his half empty bowl towards the other group.

they all look at the prefect, as if he decides whether they can have some or not. "no, thank you, potter. you seem to be enjoying it too much for me to take it away from you. i'd feel bad."

 the groups snickers, and something twitches inside of you. seeing the prefect's cocky and arrogant smile, your interest in him falters. he's no longer looking at you, not even sparing you glances. entertaining his group and bullying the gryffindor boys seemed to be way more interesting. and you've had enough of it.

"so... nice moustache weasley."

"right, we get it." you almost yell, causing them to stop and turn their heads at you. "you're all so smart, and perfect, and purebloods, and we are just laughing stock. i don't need to listen to this, and neither do they."

"oh, feisty." draco comments, earning a glare from seonghwa.

"right, honeydukes. i apologize for my behaviour." the dark haired slytherin smiles at you, but your face stays the same.

"it's not me you should be apologizing to."

"are you dense? how dare you talk to him like that?" the young boy doesn't give up, wanting to fight you no matter what.

"malfoy, sit back." seonghwa says, putting a hand on draco's chest. "potter, weasley. i apologize for my comments."

"'s alright."

"yeah, no worries." they mumble, gazes locked on the table.

awkward silence swallows your corner of the tavern, with the people only staring at the middle of the table and only breathing. seonghwa then slides the untouched bowl of chili treats in the middle, causing the group to look at him.

"how about a game? you know, that muggle one, never have i ever? for each thing that you did, you need to eat a handful of these. you in, gryffindor?"

eager to prove themselves, they straighten their clothes and backs, and focus. hermione sits back, arms stubbornly crossed over her chest. ron nudges her with his elbow, and she rolls her eyes and joins in.

"hufflepuff?" the dark eyed boy tilts his head.

"sure, whatever."

"alright, then. game on."

it starts with innocent questions, such as cheating on exams and gossips. then, it progressively gets more serious and more...

"never have i ever made out with someone in the astronomy tower?"

sexual.

you are not shocked to see that blaise and seonghwa are taking a handful of the spicy treats, but your jaw drops when ron and hermione do the same, exchanging a single glance before blushing and shoving the handful in their mouths. harry shares his surprise with you, jaw equally hanging.

"well, well. little miss granger." seonghwa teases. "good job, ron boy."

"never have i ever... done more than dry humping in an empty owlery?" harry surprises the table with his question.

"what?! you've done that?!" hermione is almost in his face, surprised how she didn't know this about her best friend.

"i might've..." the chosen one smiles, wasting no time in burning his tongue with the treats once again.

your side of the table seems to retreat after that question, the slytherin boys asking about things you didn't ever think of. things that would have dubmbledore kick you out of the school, through the very same astronomy tower everyone seems to mention. the game eventually grows into a conversation, discussing who their favorite partner was, what their most risky situation was, and who they have an eye on recently.

"what about you, honeydukes?" blaise asks, using seonghwa's nickname for you. it just doesn't hit the same.

"what about me?"

"nothing to share? no risky business, no partners, no bad sexual experiences? i mean, have you had any experience at all?"

"of course i have. i'm not a virgin, if that's what you're implying. i've had more bad ones than good ones. having me jerk someone off under the desk while learning about amortentia wasn't exactly my cup of tea."

"oh, you poor thing." draco coos, mockingly.

they all eventually let go, and when you realize that seonghwa hasn't made a comment about you in a while, you look at him. he is already observing you, his expression unreadable. his eyes roam your face, then your hair, and finally your clothes. you feel small under his intense gaze, and you find yourself squirming on the wooden chair. when his eyes catch yours, he blinks, then looks away.

after a morning of intense studying, practicing flying, and rushing to hogsmeade for potions supplies for the exam tomorrow, you end up sleeping the entire afternoon. when you wake up, it is dark. you hate wasting days, especially because winter ones are so short. you haven't done anything fun for yourself these few weeks, only studying and avoiding the slytherin prefect.

he might've noticed, or perhaps not. you've noticed a few glances here and there, but the hogsmeade encounter made your feelings for him fade. it wasn't a major crush after all, just simple admiration. maybe liking. regardless, he doesn't get in your way. meaning, it might be safe to have one of those late night adventures through the castle. your disillusionment charm has improved, and you'll finally put it to good use.

wearing nothing but your yellow sleeping attire, you slip out of the dormitory and head to the library. the ghosts don't bother you, even if you didn't cast the charm yet. they must've found another victim, especially peeves. that bastard.

no prefect in sight either, which makes you wonder if you're really being that subtle and successful in your late night escapade. perhaps they're toying with you, letting you reach the doors of the library just to stop you and punish you.

yet, it doesn't happen. not when you reach the door, not when you slip past them, and not when you reach the restricted section.

"lumos." you chant, then put the handle of the wand between your teeth so you can see the shelves better.

how sad, you think, sneaking out at night only to come to a library.

mid book browsing, you hear footsteps. hurriedly twirling your wand around yourself, you cast the charm, and crouch.

"nox," you whisper, the wand no longer emitting light from its tip.

the footsteps get closer, with faint whistling being heard. whoever it is, they're either completely oblivious, or they're just keeping you at the edge before revealing themselves.

"little pig, little pig..." the voice sings, and you gasp.

the slytherin prince himself roams the library's forbidden section, each footstep sounding closer to you. you get on your hands and knees, crawling among the shelves in search for a way out. but from this perspective, everything looks different. after all, this isn't your usual view.

"let," step, "me," step, "in."

a hand grabs your hair from behind, pulling your head back just enough to make you yelp. the disillusionment charm wears off, and you groan, defeated.

"well, well. if it isn't the innocent little hufflepuff. no wonder i've been craving sweet since i entered the library."

"will you let go of me?"

"oh, sure thing." he softens his grip, giving you just a taste of freedom before yanking your head again, "what's the magic word? you know, that muggle one?"

"please, please!" you yelp, hands wrapping around his wrist in hopes of convincing him to let go.

he does, then steps back to give you space so you can get up. fixing your sleepwear, you fail to see his amused grin as he stares at you. when you finally look up at him, he has his usual prefect serious face on.

"now, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"sorry, it won't happen again." you should tattoo that on yourself next time you're in muggle world, it comes like a good morning to you. "i'll see myself out."

"oh, no, no." the man stops you, grabbing your elbow. "you don't get away with a sorry. not anymore. remember what i said last time?"

"uh... something about different forms of punishment?" you remember.

"that's right. good girl." his voice seems to drop a few octaves, causing you to subconsciously squeeze your thighs together. "now, how many?"

"what?"

"how many?"

"how many what?"

"spanks, sweetheart."

"you're-" you choke on your spit, "you're going to spank me?"

"oh, would you rather lose points? again?" he tilts his head, fake worry painted on his features.

"well, no, but-"

"deducting points doesn't seem to work on you anyways. i'll have to try a different approach. usually works." he steps towards you, making you step back.

"usually? you uh... you spank other people?" you dare ask.

"why?" he continues his slow steps.

"just asking."

"jealous?"

"why would i be?"

"i don't know." he shrugs, then looks around checking for intruders. "a little bird told me you have a crush on me."

your back hits the shelves, and you gasp. he stops in front of you, still maintaining a small distance. you stutter, not knowing what to say. do you have a crush on him?

"i certainly don't."

"oh." he furrows his eyebrows, "you sure?"

"yes." your voice comes out raspy, and you clear your throat. "yes, absolutely."

"honeydukes?"

"yes?"

"are you trying to convince yourself, or me?"

"i don't have a crush on you, seonghwa." you try to sound as convincing as possible.

"good. then, this interaction won't have any side effects besides teaching you a lesson. now, how many?"

you want to say a small number, like two or three. but if it happens to feel good, you won't have the guts to ask for more. oh how foolish, how can spanking be good?

"tick-tock, hufflepuff. if you don't decide, i will for you. and trust me, you do not want that."

he isn't touching you, hell, he isn't even looking at you. yet he has power over you like nobody ever had before, making you stand still against the bookshelves and wait for his instructions.

"ten," you simply say.

"ten? not one, two?" seonghwa is surprised with your answer, figuring you'd choose a smaller number.

"i didn't think you'd accept one or two. or would you?"

"smart girl. no, i wouldn't. now, what was your favorite subject again? charms, herbology?"

"dark arts," you reply, catching him off guard once again. of course he didn't see it coming. you're sneaking out to go to a library, you're a hufflepuff for merlin's sake, and you stand here in front of him, looking up at him with those wide innocent eyes of yours. who would guess dark arts?

"well, then," he swirls his black wand around both of you, turning you invisible once again, "lead the way, honeydukes."

and you do, having him follow you all the way to the defence against the dark arts classroom. you'd be lying if you said nervous sweat hasn't washed you over three times by the time you reach it. when the door closes, it's like time stops. this is it.

"won't umbridge hear? what if she's still in her office?" you whisper.

"muffliato." he simply casts, sparks flying between the desks, up the staircase at the end of the classroom, and through the doors of umbridge's office. "go on."

you keep walking, all the way to her desk. seonghwa plunges on the comfy professor's chair, then motioned for you to step closer. you barely step close to him, and he pushes you over his lap, causing you to squeak unintentionally. you hold onto his thigh, the position not the most comfortable one.

"count." the slytherin prefect demands.

his big hand lands on your bottom, making you jolt. "one."

his other hand rests on the small of your back, keeping you still so you stop squirming. only three more spanks later, you're already shuffling uncomfortably.

"two, three, four," you say, voice slowly cracking.

"but i'm barely halfway there yet, my hufflepuff princess. don't break on me just yet." he coos, voice soft and comforting, a great contrast to his actions.

you sniff, hand hurriedly wiping a tear that threatened to escape. seonghwa doesn't halt, even if he saw that. instead, he spanks you harder and harder, sparing no inch of your skin of the burning sensation.

"five, six, seven." you shudder, bracing yourself for more. only three more.

"almost there, sweetheart. you're doing so good for me." his other hand caresses your hair, removing it from your face and letting it fall aside. seeing you all teared up and flushed, something new sparks inside of him. "so pretty."

he can't help himself, his hand abusing your sore bottom, exceeding the amount that you both agreed on. you keep counting, not asking him to stop. he lands a final one, deciding it is enough once you let out the first cry.

"t-twenty," you sob, hiding your face in his black slacks.

when his hand touches your bottom again, you expect it to be another hit. instead, his hand caresses it, helping to soothe the pain. it lasts mere seconds, before you feel him raise the top of your pajama, then pull on the bottom. he exposes your red bottom to the cool classroom air, and you can't help but whine at the loss of contact.

"you did so good, my love." seonghwa coos, fingers running through your hair as he waits for you to collect yourself.

once you do, you realize that the burning sensation isn't only on your butt cheeks. you also feel it between your legs, briefs soaked with arousal.

"did you learn the lesson?" his hand finds its spot under your chin, raising your head so he can look at you properly.

"yes." you say, failing to maintain eye-contact with him. maybe it's the guilt, or maybe simply the way he looks at you. either way, you opt to stare at his perfectly ironed and buttoned up prefect attire.

"want me to make it feel better?"

you shrug, not quite sure what you wanted anyway. his hand slips from under your chin to your neck, catching you off guard, his fingers squeezing the sides of it. he presses lightly into your skin, the other hand adjusting your bottom so that it is higher up and your core easily accessible. a moan escapes your lips, feeling his digits find your clit so easily.

"oh, you poor thing. you're absolutely soaked. is that why you're crying? not from the pain, but from lack of attention?"

when you don't reply, he only chuckles, pressing into your neck more.

"i'll take good care of you, honeydukes."

he moves your briefs aside, digits circling your clit softly, before slipping into your aching hole. you bite into the fabric of his pants, but he stops you, instead offering his finger to bite on. he still holds onto your neck with his thumb and the rest of the fingers, his index finger popped into your mouth to muffle any noise you have to offer him.

hearing your own hole squelch as his fingers pump in and out of you makes a new rush of arousal wash over your folds. his fingers are long, very long. he curves them, spreads them, then removes them from your hole, only to spread your slick all over your clit and abuse it.

you're a drooling mess on his lap, eyes turning back at the pure pleasure he is gracing you with. your hips hopelessly push back, looking for anything to fill you up. he notices, removing his hand from your core, before standing you up and pushing you to sit on the desk. with a single motion, he shreds your briefs to bits, stuffing them into his pocket and attaching his mouth to your aching core.

you fall back on the desk, head hanging from it and overlooking the empty classroom. your brain creates various images for you as seonghwa's hot tongue swipes across your folds, imagining the classroom full of students as seonghwa feasts on you in front of them. were you weird for that?

"not at all, princess."

"stop reading my mind, prefect." you tug on his hair, a form of punishment for intruding your thoughts.

"can't help it, not when you're dripping all over my face."

his fingers find their way into your clenching hole again, curling upwards and finding a spot nobody ever had before. a moan escapes you, echoing through the classroom, and your other hand pushes seonghwa's head further into your cunt.

he chuckles against you, his own hands holding your thighs so you don't suffocate him. you feel yourself inching closer, hips desperately grinding on his mouth and nose, eager to feel a proper orgasm. he pulls away once again, making you whine and groan.

"my, i've spoiled you." he raises an eyebrow, amused at the glares you're sending him. he stands up, working on his zipper. he doesn't take his pants off, deciding to keep his prefect uniform on. it only makes the situation hotter, your brain finally realizing just what you're doing.

you're messing with a prefect, in the middle of the night, in a classroom, right under a professor's nose.

"kiss me." you ask, voice small. red paints your cheeks; you wanted to sound more confident than that.

"you want to taste yourself on my tongue, princess?"

"yes, please."

"since you asked so nicely."

he helps you stand again, hands firm on your waist, and lips finally attached to yours. your arms wrap around his neck, hungrily bringing his body closer to yours. you indeed taste yourself on his tongue, seonghwa not wasting a second in pushing through your soft lips in search for your hot muscle. the sound of kissing echoes in the classroom, the setting hotter than your wildest dreams. seonghwa is a dreamy kisser, making you feel wanted, hot and appreciated at the same time. his lips never leave yours, not even when your fingers tangle in his hair and pull at it with ecstasy. he only moans softly into your mouth, giving you a wave of confidence.

your hand slides down his chest, to the button of his pants, and finally to the zipper. you reach into it, pulling his hard cock out, before giving it a few slow pumps. he sighs into your lips, pulling away for a few moments. his forehead rests against yours, his body falling in control of your one hand. your thumb swipes over the tip, collecting the slick and spreading it over him. his hips rock with your hand, whines and moans deliciously filling your ears. it feels powerful to have him tremble in your hands, desperate and yearning for your touch and attention. this must be what he feels on a daily basis. and it must feel fucking amazing.

"you're full of surprises, aren't you?" he teases, and you tease back by squeezing his cock. he gasps, but chuckles regardless. "you're just a little brat, waiting to be stuffed like a bad girl. i know it."

with a swift motion, seonghwa turns you around, your still clothed tits pressing against the hard wooden desk and head pushed on the side. he slides into you without warning or teasing, so easily and perfectly. he wastes no time in holding your hips still, smashing his own into you and burying his cock deep in your hole. your walls swallow each inch he offers you, having both of you moan and groan at the pleasure.

"fuck-" he curses, eyes planted on the place where the two of you connect. "fuck, honeydukes- you're going to be the death of me."

"do you- ah!" he snaps his hips into yours once again, each thrust more forceful than the other, "do you do this with others sneaking out at night?"

"i knew you were jealous. so you do have a little crush on me?" he chuckles breathlessly.

"maybe. and maybe." you groan, hands gripping the edges of the desk.

"no, baby. i don't. you're the only one whose cunt i'm going to fill up, again and again. until you've learned your lesson properly."

it is your turn to chuckle now. "if this is your form of punishment, i might start sneaking around while you're on duty more often."

"oh, my hufflepuff princess. if you want me, you can have me any time you want. all day, every day. all you have to do is ask."

the conversation stops, as do his hips, when the doors on top of the stairs open.

"who's there?"

you try looking back at seonghwa, eyes full of fear. his cock twitches in your hole, the riskiness of the situation arousing to him.

"hush, love." he whispers, hand pushing your head down against the cold wood again.

his hips start moving gently, slowly stretching your hole again. you're in shock, not believing that he'd actually continue as the professor walks down the stairs in her own sleeping attire. her eyes skim over the room, trying to find anything unusual. but the silencing spell seems to be working, just like the disillusionment one, making umbridge unaware of your presence. a very... lewd presence.

"merlin, i can't take it anymore. i'm sorry, love."

not giving you a chance to ask why he's apologizing, you soon learn as his hand pulls your hair back and his other one grips your bruised bottom. his hips snap into yours with speed and accuracy, hitting the right spots and bringing you closer to release.

"seonghwa-" you moan.

"yes, love?"

"i want-" you moan again, then beg, "i want to see you, touch you."

he pulls away, helping your limp body in a different position. the professor is ignored, even when she comes dangerously close to the desk. it sends a new wave of arousal to your core, just in time for seonghwa to slide into you again.

"look at that," he sighs, looking at your belly.

you follow his gaze, seeing the outline of his cock on it. your hands bring his head closer so you can kiss him, with equal hunger as before. he continues pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm.

"right, there better not be anyone. i'm not in the mood for any tricks!" umbridge threatens, causing both of you to chuckle into each others mouths.

"this is kind of hot," you admit.

"as much as it is, i want her to go away as soon as possible. i just can't cum when i see her face."

you laugh, glancing at the professor one more time. as if she heard, she listens, angrily stomping upstairs and slamming the door shut.

"uh, speaking of temperatures, i know this is crazy, but i am feeling a bit chilly." you admit, the winter air entering the classroom and hitting your naked skin. after all, you were only in your thin sleepwear, having heavy covers on your bed that kept you warm. seonghwa wastes no time in taking off his prefect cloak, helping you put it on and planting a kiss on your forehead.

"you look beautiful in green, my pretty hufflepuff."

blush paints your cheeks, his scent enveloping you and sending a fresh batch of butterflies to your stomach. you never noticed it before, but he smells of forest moss and after rain stone, with a hint of potions ingredients. it is intoxicating, entering your organism and threatening to never leave.

"oh, merlin," seonghwa throws his head back, lost in pure pleasure as your hole swallows him, the outline of his cock on your belly adding to it all and helping him get closer to his goal. "fuck- fuck-"

he's absolutely dashing, a thin layer of sweat shining on his face and making his dark locks stick to his forehead. his lips are plump from you biting and sucking on them, slightly parted and letting out little gasps and moans. he unbuttons the first few buttons of his uniform, not having a problem with the cold. you're a moaning mess, just like him, completely letting go of every thought you had until now, simply giving yourself to him and admiring him.

you feel full of him, and just when you thought you couldn't feel fuller, seonghwa hisses, spilling his load in you and creating more squelching sounds as he rides out his orgasm, pushing in and out of you sloppily.

it doesn't take long for you to reach your own, the knot in your stomach exploding as his tip slams mercilessly into your soft spot, making you grip his arms, shoulders, hair, anything you could reach. he works you through your high, not missing a single face or sound you make.

you're exhausted, struggling to catch your breath. the recovery lasts longer than usual, seonghwa having wrecked you inside out. his hands gently remove your hair from your face so he can take a good look at you.

"you're good, love. breathe." he coos, caressing your cheek and blowing into your face to cool you off.

"thank you," you blurt out.

"what for?" the slytherin prefect laughs at your innocence.

"i don't know. this, i guess. i've never enjoyed sex, always saw it as a chore. and i never felt desired, just objectified."

"well," the dark haired slytherin pecks your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips, "you don't have to worry about that anymore. i've never desired anyone the way i desire you, and i think i just proved it to you how much. you don't have to fear those things with me anymore."

"park seonghwa, are you subtly asking me to be your girlfriend?" you shyly ask, knowing that you might be wrong and embarrass yourself in front of him. to your relief, he pecks your lips once again.

"perhaps. only if you want to. if not, then i'm not asking."

"perhaps i want to."

"perhaps that makes me happy."

"you're crazy." you laugh, and he joins.

seonghwa does one more thing no other partner has ever done for you; he helps you get cleaned, then dressed, and walks you to the doors of your common room.

"if you do decide to sneak off again, please do let me know. wouldn't want other prefects to find you and steal your heart."

you nod, and with a longer kiss, finally part ways with him. he waits until you finish your usual rhythmic tapping on the barrels, until the doors open, and finally, until you disappear into your common room and back to the dormitory.

you notice the sun already rising, and hurry to jump back in bed.

"excuse me? is that a slytherin cloak on you?"

you freeze in your tracks, the cloak ready to slide off you and hide under your pillow. the girl on the bed to your left doesn't give up, now sitting up and staring at you wide eyed.

"and a prefect one too?!" the voice on the right joins, waking up the rest of the room and bringing attention to you.

fuck.

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[sourwulf]

i beg of you to do a plus size reader (who's got a lot of shame around her body and stuff) fic with stiles where he takes her virginity after they start dating but he's not super experienced, but it's still really good for her

༄  word count  —  3.6k

፨  characters  —  stiles stilinski

☓  tw  —  none

⊹  cw  —  smut & oral, losing of virginity, mentions of body insecurity

☼  a/n — i'm plus size and the first person i ever dated wasn't so i love this idea. also this is a bit longer than most of my other stories, so enjoy :)

✎  masterlist

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if you could've seen the way stiles looked at you when you had your back turned, you would melt. such adoration, such attraction, it was hard to find. at least, for you it was.

you'd always been bigger, since the second you were born. you were a chunky baby, and despite hoping it was just baby fat you'd grow out of, it stayed. you spent your entire life doing your darndest to hide it, wearing baggy clothes and adjusting them every chance you got.

so when stiles, a lanky skinny guy on the lacrosse team, asked you out, all you could think of was the weight difference.

but stiles didn't really notice. in fact, the only thing he saw when he looked at you was beauty. he thought you had a body that would've been immortalized in a statue back in ancient greece, give or take a few pounds.

you didn't see it but the first time he laid eyes on you, he couldn't take them off for a good thirty seconds. just watching you at lunch, wondering what you were looking at on your phone that made you smile.

there was one day you were at your locker, absentmindedly messing with your books and binders. you weren't far from where stiles was standing with his friend scott, who was also getting what he needed out of his locker.

the immersion was only broken when scott pulled his attention away.

"dude, if you think she's pretty go ask her out," scott insisted, finding you in his eyesight after a few seconds. "you've been pining over her for weeks."

stiles shook his head. "no, man, she's out of my league."

"yeah, so is every girl here." stiles rolled his eyes at the quip. "just go talk to her. she seems nice."

it was just then that you closed your locker and walked toward them, and stiles turned away from you and tried to act casual, like he wasn't just staring intensely at you. you passed them, not even noticing that they were there. once you were out of earshot, stiles leaned against the lockers.

"she's gone now, so..."

scott sighed. "if you wanna date you're gonna have to get over your fear of talking to girls."

"i'm not afraid of talking to girls. i'm awkward. you and i both know that."

"some girls like that."

"what if she doesn't?"

"you'll never know if you don't try."

the bell rang, and stiles stepped away from the lockers. "i'll see you at practice?"

"yep, see you then."

a couple of hours went by before your study hall period. you were in the library, skimming the books in the social studies section, attempting to find one about women's fashion in the 1700s for a book report.

as soon as you pulled a book off the shelf, just like a scene out of a movie, you revealed stiles' face on the other side. he came into the library because he'd seen you enter a few moments before. he didn't know you were right there only feet away from him, but the movement made him look up from the book in his hands. his eyes went wide at your lack of noticing him, reading the description of the book instead.

he studied your face, this being the closest he'd been to you thus far. he noticed the streaks of unnatural colors in your hair, the slight smile on your lips as you realized this was exactly the book you needed. you didn't look back up, instead walking away to check out the book.

he could see you at the register from where he was standing, and when you felt eyes on you, you looked over. his lips were slightly parted, his posture slumped a bit. he had kind eyes, which locked onto you for a moment.

you gave him a small wave, which he didn't return out of panicked awkwardness. when he realized how creepy it might look for him to be staring intently at you, he instead looked away and walked to the end of the aisle, hiding himself from your vision.

you were slightly confused, wondering what that was about.

after about fifteen minutes and you sitting down at a table tucked away in a corner away from other people, the same boy caught your attention. he was looking around to find somewhere to also sit, every other table full of people.

but when he found your table, he stopped in front of it. he didn't speak for a second, just looking at you.

"can i help you?" you asked, not really knowing what else to say.

"oh, uh... sorry. i didn't mean to stare. i didn't mean to stare earlier, either, i just saw you checking out books and didn't realize i was staring until you waved." he realized he was rambling. "do you mind if i sit here?" he motioned toward the chair across from you.

"sure."

once he was seated, his backpack in the chair next to him, he looked at you again.

"stiles." he held his hand out to shake. you took it and shook a couple of times.

"y/n."

"nice to meet you." you gave a small, awkward but friendly smile. "whatcha reading?"

you hesitated, not used to engaging in conversation with strangers. "i'm doing a book report on fashion evolution in the last few centuries. this one is specifically about women's fashion."

"oh, cool."

you looked down at the books he'd laid down in front of him, noticing that they were all different subjects.

"what about you? very different topics there."

"uh..." he thought for a moment. "can i be honest?" you raised your eyebrows in a 'go ahead' manner. "i kind of came in here as an excuse to talk to you."

now your eyebrows dipped down in confusion.

"what?"

"i... i noticed you a little while back. in the cafeteria. i was too chicken to say anything then, but i've been looking for an opportunity to say hi."

"oh."

he nodded. "i hope that's not too weird. i just... thought you were pretty."

you almost chuckled. "pretty?"

"yeah."

"you think i'm pretty?"

he was the one confused now.

"yeah...? why? what's wrong?"

"nothing's wrong, i just... i've never had anyone tell me that before."

"seriously?" you nodded. "you really caught my eye the first time i saw you."

"what exactly was it about me that caught your eye?"

"you were smiling at something on your phone, a text or something. you just had a really warm smile. you looked really pretty."

you could feel butterflies flapping quickly in your stomach, not used to this.

the two of you talked for what felt like hours. you learned that he was on the lacrosse team, and he geeked out talking about his jeep. it was easy to connect with him, conversation coming naturally to you, as if you'd known each other for your whole lives.

eventually, he asked you out on a date, to which you agreed. one date turned into two, then three, then six. movies, dinner, stargazing, double dates. on the sixth date, he invited you over to his house for the first time.

his car was the only one parked in the driveway, his dad at work that night. it was a nice house, nicer than you expected them to be able to afford.

he cooked for you, a simple plate of spaghetti being infinitely better than the food you'd gone out to eat with him. you sat side by side at the round dining room table, the lack of space between you two palpable.

"you're a really good cook, stiles."

with a mouthful of noodles he said, "thank you."

"i don't cook a lot, i need to learn how to. i really like baking, though."

"oh yeah, i remember you talking about that. next time it's your turn to supply the food, then."

you chuckled. "will do."

he watched you eat, distracted from his own food. there was something almost seductive about the way you ate pasta, intentional or not. the way you slurped the noodles past your lips, the sauce that stained them, he wasn't sure. it was like he was watching you in slow motion, like some cheesy eighties movie that zoomed in on your lips.

something came over him. he waited until you swallowed that bite, and he gently grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss. it was so gentle it was like he was afraid to do it. it caught you off guard but you melted into his lips, your entire body tensing up.

when he pulled away, you looked at each other, your eyes wide.

"oh," you whispered, not knowing what else to say.

"i-i'm sorry. i shouldn't have-"

"it's okay. that was... that was good."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

"probably not the best kiss you've ever had."

"stiles, that was the only kiss i've ever had."

you'd already told him your lack of past relationships, and he couldn't help but think how blessed he was that he got to be your first experience dating. he was truly lucky.

"oh, right."

"i don't really have anything to compare it to, but it was good."

"yeah?"

"mhm. just... next time don't be so afraid to kiss me."

as if that was his cue, he immediately pulled you back in for another one. you dropped your fork and gripped the edge of the table, kissing him back as if you knew how.

the next thing you knew, you were standing at the side of his bed, his hands gripping your ribs and him continuing to kiss you. with his lips still against yours, he unzipped your jacket and gently pushed it off your shoulders. it dropped to the floor around your feet, and he broke the kiss to look down at your body.

you had on a simple knit sweater, one that was a bit more fitted than most of your clothes.

as his hands slowly slipped under the material, you stopped them.

"what's wrong?" he whispered.

"uh... it's just... i don't want you to be disappointed by what you see."

"what do you mean?"

"i mean... i don't look like the other girls at school."

"in what way?"

you furrowed your brows. "c'mon, stiles, i know you know what i'm talking about."

"elaborate."

"i'm not... thin. i don't have that great of a body."

"seriously? that's what you think?"

"well, yeah. i have a mirror, stiles. i know what i look like."

"not from my perspective."

"i mean, i guess so. but you have to admit, i'm different from them." as you spoke, he unbuttoned your jeans while maintaining eye contact. "i'm serious."

"i know. i get that you feel that way but i don't think that when i look at you."

"what do you think?"

"i think you're out of my league." this made you chuckle. "i'm serious. i told scott the exact same thing the day we met."

"did you now?"

"you can ask him yourself." your pants were now undone, but he stopped before he went any further. "let me show you how beautiful i think you are."

"mm, how are you gonna do that exactly?"

"i may have to just make you wait and see."

you thought for a second before reaching down and pulling your sweater over your head. you felt like your heart was going to pound out of your chest, or stop entirely. you'd never taken your shirt off in front of a boy before, and you were a bit scared about what his reaction would be.

but the look in his eyes as he looked at you made you feel like the prettiest girl in the entire world. your anxiety melted away when you saw the look in his eyes. it was a look of true love, one no one had ever given you.

"wow," he whispered, studying your body.

"okay?"

instead of answering, he planted another kiss on your lips. he wrapped one arm around your back to pull you against him, his other hand cupping your face to hold you close.

he reached around you and gripped the hooks of your bra.

"can i take this off?" he asked into your mouth, to which he received a nod.

this level of vulnerability and openness wasn't something you were used to giving. not one soul had seen your boobs since you went shopping for training bras with your mom and she had to teach you how to use them. that was around the time you'd become truly aware of your weight and body, and decided that you weren't going to show it to anyone for a long, long time.

he continued kissing you as he struggled to unhook it, eventually getting it. to be fair, it was a bit of a difficult one to unhook.

he didn't look down at first, wanting to continue kissing you. his palm laid flat against your back where your bra band previously was, and you let the straps fall off your shoulders and it fell to the floor.

when he did finally take the opportunity to look at your bare chest, he took in a deep breath.

"wow," he said for a second time.

the urge to cover yourself was overwhelming, almost burning. so when your arms gave in and wrapped around your stomach, he pulled them away.

"why're you doin' that?" he whispered.

"just... not used to anyone seeing me."

"well, get used to it. you're so beautiful."

"you really think so?"

"i don't see how you don't."

"you know, just constant years of bullying." you were slightly joking but also not, that being the main reason for your insecurity. a slightly sad expression formed on his face. you looked down and shook your head. "sorry, i didn't mean to kill the mood."

he hooked his finger under your chin and made you look back up at him.

"don't apologize. it's okay." you nodded. "but i promise i'm gonna make you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. because you are."

you smiled and kissed him, pulling his hand up to cup your breast. he took in a sharp breath at this, his thumb gliding over your nipple.

"your turn to take something off."

he obeyed, pulling his shirt up and over his head. he had a patch of chest hair and a couple of moles here and there, but you noticed the scars on his stomach and ribs too. you ran your thumb over one of them and he looked down at it.

"what are these from?"

he sighed. "long stories. they're old, though."

you decided not to pry, realizing he didn't want to talk about old injuries before having sex with you for the first time.

a moment later, you were on your back in his bed, your head on his pillow. he slowly pulled your already undone pants down your legs and kissed the skin as they came off. he decided to go ahead and strip himself of his, leaving both of you in only your underwear. there were only two layers of thin clothing separating you, and as he leaned back down to kiss you, you could feel the tent in his pants growing.

he pressed a kiss to your neck, then your collarbone, then your chest, before engulfing your right nipple in his mouth. he circled it with his tongue for a moment before continuing down your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your stomach.

to have someone love your body instead of shame it made you tremble, not used to the pure affection bursting from his body, leaking from his pores.

he hooked his fingers under your panties, looking at you for permission, which you granted with a hesitant nod. you kept your thighs together for a moment before he kissed your knees, resting his chin on them after a few seconds.

"you don't have to hide anything from me, y/n." he ran his hands up and down your outer thighs and gave a soft smile. "you look so beautiful right now."

this boy was love drunk, his eyes soft and watery. you didn't think it was possible so see an expression so full of love, so desperate to show amore.

you spread your legs, bracing yourself to show all of you to him, to expose your most private areas. but he looked at you like he was an addict, like he needed you just to function.

he'd fallen for you fast, and he'd fallen hard.

after a few seconds he was on his belly, licking and lapping at you like you were a pot of honey. you couldn't hold back the sounds that escaped your throat, unable to describe how good he was making you feel.

you'd masturbated plenty, unsure when it would be someone else pleasuring you. all you'd had was your hand and fingers, and this was way different. it was much warmer, much wetter.

his much stronger than expected hands holding you exactly where he needed you meant all you could do was arch your back. him forcing your hips to still almost made it better, more intense.

because this was the first time you'd been eaten out, you felt your orgasm coming quickly, and when you finally reached your climax, the only sound that came out was a loud and long gasp. you couldn't keep your hips from leaving the mattress as much as he tried to control your movements.

he'd told you before that he wasn't super experienced, only having had sex with one person before you. but you couldn't help but wonder how many times he did this in the past to get him this good at it.

once he was back at your lips to kiss you, he was rock hard, and him grinding against you gave you an idea of what you were in store for.

once his underwear were off and he was sliding a condom on, you got a good look. he was bigger than you expected him to be, but it looked like something you could handle. he was thick too, and you knew you'd be getting stretched out.

"are you still okay with this?" he whispered, kissing your jaw.

"yes, stiles. please." you didn't know why you were begging, it's not like he wasn't going to fuck you if you didn't. but you were antsy, desperate, horny.

he looked into your eyes. "i... shit, i might not last long. it's been a minute."

"that's okay."

"i still want it to be good for you."

"i know it will be. it's okay if you don't. it's my first time, i don't want it to be a marathon."

he nodded. "okay. ready?"

"so ready."

he kissed you as he slid into you, the feeling different than you expected. better than you expected.

once he was fully seated in you, you both let out a soft moan.

"okay?" he asked.

"mhm. i just need to get used to it."

he was gentle, tender with you. he was going slowly as to not hurt you, but it was too slow. you needed more motion and he picked up on that.

"stiles, please, go faster."

he adjusted his position, bending his knees a bit more and pushing your thighs closer to your stomach. he picked up his speed and your moans were already becoming more desperate, more whiny.

"shit, you feel so good," he grunted, trying not to go too fast.

"you do too."

his lips latched onto your neck and his hands balled the sheets under you. the sounds of your wanton moans bounced off the walls and were like music to his ears. he was starting to have to control himself, making sure not to cum too early.

but you could tell he was getting there closer than he expected to. his grunts were becoming more frantic, chasing his orgasm.

after a couple of minutes, it was becoming more and more difficult to hold it off.

"stiles, stop holding back." your commands were gentle and sweet, you wanted him to feel as good as possible too. "i know you're close."

"it hasn't been that long."

"it's okay." that last one was cut off by an uncontrollable moan. "cum for me, stiles." you weren't used to using language like this, so you couldn't help but cringe internally, but those words drove him over the edge. he was thrusting much rougher than he meant to, holding back his orgasm making it even more intense for him.

he busted into the condom, filling it quickly. he slowed his movements, stopping a few thrusts later. he gently kissed you, your hands landing on his ribcage.

it took a few minutes for either of you to catch your breath, and he pulled out of you, tossing the condom in his trash can, and laying beside you. he covered both of you with his comforter, noticing how cold it was in his room.

neither of you spoke for a moment before he reached down and pulled your hand to his lips, kissing the back of your palm.

you laughed silently, looking over at him.

"was that okay? for your first time?"

you nodded. "it was."

"good. i promise next time it'll be better."

"i'm gonna hold you to that, stilinski."

"challenge accepted."

it wasn't long before you drifted to sleep, stiles watching you snore softly with nothing but love in his heart.

[incorporealbombchelle]

Friend of the Family

Mr.Reed × Fem!Reader(Mid-20s) [18+]

Synopsis: Part 1 - (y/n)'s boring family Christmas vacation to Colorado doesn't exactly go as anticipated...

⚠️TW: Boring Family Dynamic, Age Gap, Alcohol Consumption (all parties of age), Oral Sex (Male & Female Recipients), Raw P in V Penetration, Breif Mutual Masturbation, General Smut. ❄️

"So do I even *actually* know this guy?" I interrogate, unsure why we're staying there instead of some mountainside Airbnb. "Of course! (y/n), you've met Mr. Reed plenty of times, you were just, y'know...smaller." Dad explains, cheery. "Okay... but when you said 'Colorado Christmas Vacation' I thought we'd be like... snowboarding, or hanging out in a cute mountain town, or at least renting a cool cabin in Telluride... not like... the middle of nowhere part of Boulder with some guy I haven't seen since I was a kid..."

He sighs, defeated by my expectations yet again. "Listen. He's my best friend, a few years back he lost his wife, and its true, I haven't gotten around to seeing him in person since you were four, Bug."

He drones on,

"He's a really nice guy, and super cool. He loves that Lana Del Rey girl you're always talking about, and he's got a really nice collection of records and books, its like a mini Barnes & Noble in there! You might find you have more in common than you think!" He offers.

And I decline : "With a 64-year-old retired engineer from England? Yeah thanks, I'll pass. I'm just gonna stay out of the way, keep my headphones on, and let you two reconnect."

I pull out my phone, pop in my earpods, and open Tumblr, pretending to care at all about the latest posts on the Spencer Reid tag. Out of the corner of my eye I can tell I've hurt his feelings, but fathers never say the right thing, and he can withstand a little sting every once in a while. It's what he deserves for not telling me where we were staying til halfway through the plane ride.

Our plane finally touches down, we funnel through Boulder Municipal into a cab and I won't be the first one to speak. I take one earpod out just in case, which Dad takes as an invitation. "Just got a text from Mr. Reed, and I hope you're hungry Bug, because there. will. be. pie." He beams as though this is some great revelation, elaborating "He's got this wild recipe with earl grey in the crust and lemon zest in the filling, it's award-winning. Seriously! He enters it in the local contest every other year and it's only lost once!"

Despite how riveting my father finds Mr. Reed and his Great British baking exploits, I do not, and apparently it shows as his smile tamps down to a simper. "Sweetie, I'm really trying here. I can't convince you it's gonna be the best Christmas ever, hey, we'll probably both have altitude sickness the entire time, but let's just make an attempt, okay? Nothing has to be perfect." He's an idiot but he's right and I agree. "Okay, yeah. I'll be nice." I sigh "That pie does sound pretty good, I guess..."

The cab rolls through the city of Boulder as Lana lilts gently in my earpods about 'haaa-aa-ow toooo disappear~' and maybe this trip won't be so bad after all.

We're finally dropped at the gate to Mr. Reed's house and -you're fucking kidding me- his driveway, long and winding, is gravel. I wince inwardly at the realization that I'll have to lug two wheeled suitcases up that path and flash Dad a fake 'I'm so glad We're doing this' smile before yanking them out of the trunk and making my way up to the stoop. This pie better be incredible.

Once Dad and I are situated on the stoop, out of breath and travel-weary, I assault Mr. Reed's doorbell. It's cold and I need a shower.

ding. .... nothing. ding-ding. nope. dingdingdingdingdingdingdingding-

The door opens, finally, and a sweet-looking older man in a well composed cardigan-button down combo and jeans answers the door, smiling bright as his eyes fall on Dad.

"Jonathan!!"

"Reed!!"

Laughter ensues as I observe their embrace, holding back a heavy eyeroll. Somehow I am already third-wheeling.

"Oh my god, Mr. Reed, you remember (y/n)? She's just finished a semester at Oxford!" Dad smirks, gesturing to me and I give a shy wave as Mr. Reed's eyes scan over me, widening in surprise.

"(y/n)? As in, little (y/n), (y/n) who was- ?" He holds his hand flat, bringing it down by his knee as he looks between me and dad in disbelief.

"The very same, can you believe it?"

I purse my mouth into a smile, just completely overwhelmed by how awkward this interaction is.

"Well look at you! You've certainly grown up, haven't you?"

"I suppose so!" my best fake laugh.

Mr. Reed's eyes trace my form again and he pulls me into a quick side hug. He's warm and smells like lemon zest, vanilla extract.

"Let's get you two in then, supposed to be a blizzard tonight."

He grabs one of my suitcases and we follow him as he shuffles back inside.

His house is simple and a little cramped, but I do smell pie. 'Bless This Mess' reads a framed piece of embroidery on the wall, and if there is a God, I hope he does.

We toss our bags into our respective guest rooms at the top of the stairs and I finally get to take my shower before making a way back downstairs to the dining room.

We sit through a meal -shepherd's pie, what is it with this guy and pie?- and my dad and Mr. Reed discuss people they both know who died or lived or have moved or haven't moved and I am in hell until-

"Little after dinner drink then?"

My eyes snap up from my plate to meet his, a small smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. His eyes crinkle at the ends when he smiles, warm and comforting and it occurs to me for the first time that Mr. Reed is...handsome... If he were 20 years younger he'd definitely be my type, in fact...

"Alright! So that's one, me makes two, Jonathan, little shiraz with your pie?"

"Well how could I say no to such a generous offer?" Dad beams.

We move back into the living room and sip and I pick at the pie. It is good and after a glass and a half of shiraz Mr. Reed looks just as appetizing, but I decide I'm not going to eye-fuck this old man in front of my father, or at least not in an obvious way.

So I sit, tepid, on my phone and pretend not to be bothered by the lack of service while I half listen to their conversation, looking up strategically to ogle Mr. Reed every now and then. His eyes find mine and I watch him nibble at his lip and does he know?

"So then (y/n), Oxford, hm?"

"Uhm, yeah, I'm in their creative writing MFA program right now... its... interesting."

"Interesting boring or interesting incredible?" He crosses one leg over the other and leans in, attentive.

"Uh, I mean it's going well, people in my classes are a little...er.. pretentious..?" I giggle, nervous.

"Exactly as I remember it, then!" He laughs loudly, and dad joins in, snickering along. His laughter is infectious and this wine is making me blush and I smile.

"You're an alum?"

"What, the accent didn't give it away?" A chuckle, "Yeah, yeah, I was lucky enough to take about an eon of courses in engineering sciences there, immigrate in the 90s, build this place, blah blah blah, but enough on me, it seems we may just be in the midst of the next great American novelist, eh Jonathan?" A wink.

"I don't know about that," I tear my eyes away from him, focusing in on the details of a floorboard.

"Oh (y/n) don't be modest, Reed you'd love her stuff, she's got some of the most well-metered prose, and-"

"Dad." I warn, eyes wide with embarrassment.

"Oop, sorry bug," He cringes "Didn't mean to dad-out on ya."

"I'd love to read some of your writing sometime, granted you'd be comfortable enough to share." Mr. Reed interjects.

"Uh, yeah. Maybe. Sometime..."

"Can I top you up?"

"Sure." He fills my glass just to the midpoint and does the same for himself.

"Jonathan?" He smirks playfully at dad.

"Ah, I dunno, I should probably be getting some shut-eye actually."

"Aw come on,"

"No, no, these days if im up past 10 with a drink in hand I'll be totally useless the next 24 hours." He stands, patting my shoulder. "Night, y'all. Don't have too much fun without me!" And there go the finger guns so now it's my turn to cringe.

He finally leaves the room and I'm alone with Mr. Reed. There's a heavy silence in the air and I take a small sip of my drink.

"So, (y/n), big on Lana Del Rey I hear?" He smirks.

"One of my favorites." I breathe, forcing a smile.

"Norman Fucking Rockwell or Blue Banisters?"

"NFR."

His eyebrows raise "it's okay to be wrong."

"But I'm not."

"Lust for Life or Born To Die; Paradise Edition?"

"... you ask hard questions, Mr. Reed."

"And you... answer them."

"And if I give you another 'wrong' answer?"

"Why would it matter? Are you trying to impress me?"

"...Paradise." I squint at him.

"Mm, see? We agree on something."

I'm powerless to the smile that forms on my face.

"Yeah?"

He lets out a low laugh. "Yeah,"

"What drew you to her, originally I mean?" He looks me over.

"Well, like a lot of young women I do have the obligatory depression diagnosis and Tumblr account combo, and things spiraled out from there I guess..."

"Ah, and here I thought it was just your ill-suited attraction to old men!" He lets out a warm chuckle at his own joke and I must've misheard him.

"What?" I shift a bit in my place on the couch, called out.

He scoffs. "Come on, (y/n). Let's not play this game. You've been eyeing me up since dinner, sitting there and sipping your drink and sucking berries off your fork in the most salacious way, letting your gaze linger, innocent and doe-eyed yet so apathetic to it all," he rolls his eyes like he might be as well, "when in reality, it seems, correct me if I go wrong, but you've been looking at me all night like you want me to touch you. Is that accurate or am I projecting a fantasy?"

The tip of his tongue trails his lip, my gaze following its path and I'm warm. His eyes search mine, that was supposed to be a question.

"Uhm... no that... that sounds...accurate..." I admit almost silently, eyes boring into the floor as I sheepishly take another sip of my wine.

"Hm. I see. And in front of your father too...tsk, naughty girl. Lucky for you the man's terrible at reading body language or subtext of any variant,"

Mr. Reed rises from his chair across the coffee table and plants himself on the edge of the sofa next to me. "I, however, do not have that problem." I look up at him and his eyes are two blue marbles behind those wireframed glasses, his cheshire smirk enough to melt me, it's overwhelming.

My face grows hot and my body tight as he delicately removes the wineglass from my hand, sets it down on the coffee table, and leans down to kiss me.

He's tender and gentle and his lips are soft, his tongue stained with blueberry filling as it finds mine, and he strokes my cheek. I place a shaky hand on his knee and one of his covers it as he presses his forehead to mine, breaking the spell. "Are you certain this is something you want, (y/n)? I wouldn't want to impose-" I cut him off with another, more assertive kiss because I need this.

The holidays are stressful and I'm horny and he's here. Fuck it.

As we continue making out, Mr. Reed scoots onto the couch beside me and I find his zipper. His dick jumps to meet my hand through the fabric as one of his hands slips under my sweater and he moans at the softness of my breast.

I pull away to unzip his pants and stroke him a couple times before moving to kneel between his legs. I look up to him, reverent, then back down to his cock, throbbing in hand. Giving him a few steady strokes, I lean forward, parting my lips.

"Can I?" I blink.

He nods eagerly, transfixed.

I take as much of him into my mouth as I can and swallow as his tip hits the back of my throat.

I hear him suck in a breath and his hands find my hair as I start to bob my head over the length of him, holding his balls with one hand and methodically stroking his base with the other. His breath catches, ragged and I feel him spasm in my mouth. I need him. I finally come up for air with a gasp and wipe a tendril of spit off my lower lip as I look up at him. "Mr. Reed, I want to fuck you," I breathe.

"Well all you had to do was ask," he sighs and I pull myself up off the floor, undoing my jeans and tugging them off my legs as quickly as I can before tearing off my sweater and within seconds I'm standing before him in just my panties and bralette. His eyes trail over me. His teeth sink into his lower lip as a hand wraps around his dick and I place a knee on either side of his legs, straddling him. Fair is fair and my fingers slip under the hem of my panties so I can work myself for him as he takes me in.

"How do you want me?"

"Turn around."

I follow his blunt instruction and as I do his fingers hook into either side of my panties, pulling the dampened fabric down my legs.

"Now, you're going to squat down for me... slowly."

I do as I'm told and he guides my hips, lining himself up with my center. Mr. Reed rests his hands on the tops of my thighs, pushing me further down into his lap and I gasp as I feel him begin to penetrate me. I knew it was big, I mean, he could barely fit in my mouth, but christ. I swivel my hips in an attempt to adjust to him, and hear him draw in a breath.

"(y/n), I want you to bounce for me, and you. will. not. make. a sound. understood?"

"Y-yes Mr. Reed."

I start to raise and lower myself slowly on him and gasp sharply as I feel myself tense. He holds me steady by my biceps and guides me up and down.

"Good, that's- ohh that is good, just keep going... mm, mhm, just. like. that. you. Are. Brilliant..." he murmurs, squeezing my ass and I bite back a moan

"Shhhh-shh..."

"Ssorry Mr. Reed," I manage quietly.

He continues to guide my movements, faster now, and I watch his head tip against the back of the couch. His cock twitches inside me and gasp sharply.

"(y/n), stand for me?" And I do.

He turns me around by my hips and I blink down at Mr. Reed and he's panting, glasses perched on top of his head, looking me over hungrily.

"Lay back on the couch here, pet."

He sets a pillow down for me to rest my head on and I do as he says, watching him part my legs, settling between them as he presses gentle kisses up my inner thighs, staring intently into my eyes as he does.

He hovers over my core and I gasp at the warmth of his breath. I watch Mr. Reed's eyes close for a moment as he inhales the scent of my sex and smirks to himself.

"Does your pussy taste like Pepsi Cola then, (y/n)?" He lets out a low chuckle at his own corny little quip, bringing his mouth closer "Shall we find out?"

He pins my thighs open and slowly licks a wide stripe up my vulva from entrance to clit. I can't hold back the whimper that slips from me at the heat of his tongue, and it's even harder to silence msyelf when he dips two fingers into me, curling the pads of his fingertips just slightly as he steadily works me, his tongue moving in a synced rythym against my clit.

The sensation is almost too much and I gasp as I feel myself spasm a couple times around his fingers. He hums into me and the vibration sends a shudder through my body. He tilts his head up, panting as he continues fingering me, and my hips arch up to meet his hand.

He removes his fingers, pressing them against the plush of my lower lip and into my mouth. I suck and lick impatiently, and before long his mouth is on mine again as I feel his cock slip back into me. I can't help the soft moan that escapes my lips as he begins to slowly rock his hips into mine.

"Mister Reed?" I breathe

"Mm?"

"It's... you're just...so big...." He smirks.

"Oh, I'm aware dear." He picks up his pace some "You're taking me so well, though..." he presses a kiss into the side of my neck and I gasp.

"Being so good for me..."

A loud creak interrupts us from overhead and Mr. Reed stops moving, eyes glued upwards as he clamps his hand over my mouth.

Heavy footsteps make the floorboards groan above us as he slowly starts to fuck me again and I take in a sharp breath through my nostrils, looking up at him, panicked.

"Shhh, shh-" another low creak.

Mr. Reed quickens his thrusts and I involuntarily whine against his hand which finds it's way to my neck instantly, holding firm.

"I said. Be quiet." He whispers sternly.

I bite my lip in an effort not to cry out, nodding and I begin to feel that familiar tension coiling inside as he bucks into me, my mind going totally blank at the way his hand feels wrapped around my throat.

The footsteps and floorboards finally stop, his grip on my neck releases some, and a warm haze overtakes my body as he continues to forcefully piston into me. I feel myself starting to tense up and struggle for breath as I unwind completely under him.

Seconds later, Mr. Reed lets out a low groan and I feel his orgasm pulse out acutely within me as I weather my own.

We lay there for a few minutes and as we come down together, the weight of our indiscretion settles in some.

I've just fucked my dad's best friend. Three days before Christmas. And I liked it. A lot.

"Needed.. that..." I huff.

"I could tell," he chortles.

Mr. Reed slips out of me, grabbing one of the discarded linen napkins from the coffee table to clean himself off with, before gently tucking it between my legs.

"Oh, and... it does, by the way."

Part 2❄️

[goosefruit]

the best cure for period cramps

vanessa shelly x fem!reader

tw: nsfw, period cramps, period sex, oral, fingering, yeah thats pretty much it, i guess you can say theres fluff A/N: yall i actually dont know how to use tumblr so i hope im doing this right

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"Y/N, baby? You okay in there?" Vanessa's voice rang out from down the hallway. 

You rubbed your eyes, groaning as you made your best attempt at sitting up. The clock on the wall read 11:30AM. 

For the past hour, you had been drifting in and out of sleep, the pain in your lower abdomen growing progressively more intense. It was that time of the month again, when your uterus made it impossible for you to do anything except lying in bed miserably. To make matters worse, you had ran out of painkillers again.

"Yeah. Well. Except for the part where I feel like I'm bleeding out to death." You replied with a wince as another round of dull, throbbing pain seized your body. 

Vanessa had woken up an hour ago to make the two of you breakfast, the smell of freshly made bacon evident even behind the closed bedroom door. 

"Period cramps?" She entered the room to sit on the edge of the bed.

You nodded, grimacing at how pathetic you must have looked. 

"Aw, I'm sorry you're in so much pain. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I'm out of painkillers. And I'm so thirsty I'm starting to wonder if I'm evaporating on top of bleeding out."

Vanessa let out a little chuckle at that. "Wait here. I'll grab you some water."

She came back a few moments later with a cup of hot tea and a plate of bacon and toast. The food was mouth-watering, but the torturous pain was ruining your appetite to the point where you feared you might throw up if you tried to eat. 

"Do try to eat something, but I understand if you're not hungry right now." She placed the breakfast and tea down on the nightstand before joining you on the bed. "Come here my love, let me hold you."

She wrapped her arms around you and placed a gentle kiss to your slightly sweaty forehead. You took small sips of the comforting tea, the warm liquid providing some momentary relief. 

"I don't mean to cross any boundaries, but..." An idea sparked Vanessa's mind. 

"..mhm?"

"A drive down to the nearest pharmacy would take at least 10 minutes. And then another 10 back. Since you're in so much pain, I do know a quick method to relieve period cramps...but it's unconventional."

"Please Vanessa, tell me. Anything."

"Orgasms." She bit her lip to avoid making a face. 

Your expression made it obvious that this was not the response you were expecting. However, you were not opposed to the idea. At all.

"Let me explain. Orgasms release dopamine, which, you know is the chemical that helps with increasing pain tolerance." She sounded like a total nerd, which you found adorable. "So if you want to, I can make you cum, maybe even multiple times. I've tried it before, and God does it work wonders," she added that last part with a blush.

"Are you sure? I don't feel exactly sexy when I'm passing blood clots from my vagina every hour."

"Baby. I would love to go down on you. The only thing you have to do is let me know if you're comfortable with it."

And that was how you ended up with your girlfriend between your legs, blood dripping down her chin as she lapped at your clit. 

"Mmm, fuck Nessa. 'M so sensitive." You whined, clutching a fistful of the sheets. Everything felt tender on your period. 

"You-- got this-- my love--" she breathed out between strokes of her tongue. "Doing so-- fucking--- good for me--"

You moaned loudly as she pushed one finger inside of your sore pussy. It slid in easily, the blood acting as extra lubricant. 

"Harder, Ness. Baby, please fuck me harder."

She pumped into you harder at your request, adding in a second finger to stretch you out. Her fingers repeatedly brushed against your gspot, and you gasped in response every single time. 

Vanessa looked so unbelievably gorgeous going down on you: loose blonde strands falling out of her usually neat ponytail, eyes gazing up at you with a combination of lust and care, blood smeared all over her face and dripping from her swollen lips. The sight was almost enough to make you climax at a glance. 

"Don't stop. Holy shit, don't stop, I'm so close." The knot in your stomach tightened.

"Cum for me Y/N," the blonde wrapped her lips around your puffy clit and brought you oh so close to the edge. "Come on my tongue and give me every last bit of your pain. Let it all go, my angel." 

Your mind was too blurry to form a single word, so the only noise you could let out was a scream as your pussy twitched around her fingers, an orgasm crashing into you with full force. Vanessa continued to draw circles on your clit with her tongue until you had come down from your high. It must had been a whole minute before the stars in your vision cleared. You smiled, both at the intensity of the orgasm, and as you noticed the lack of aching pain in your abdomen.  

"So, how do you feel?" Vanessa looked so proud of herself, pulling her fingers out and wiping her bloody chin with the back of her hand. 

"Oh my god, I fucking love you. That was mind-blowing." 

Trailing kisses up your body, she pressed her lips to yours, filling your mouth with the metallic taste of your pleasure. 

You found that the taste of your blood was oddly sexy, perhaps because the image of her covered in it, devouring your cunt, was still ingrained in your brain. 

"Want another pain reliever?"

"I'll let you know when the cramps start up again." You chuckled and pulled her in closer to deepen the kiss. 

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Clothes make the man

AN: There is no plot here. This is just porn. I have nothing to say for myself other than this is Kai's (@lovelyhan ) fault, and this outfit has haunted me for three years now. I had to get this out of my system. I resisted with the Daddy kink this time around but, this is still me largely pushing my 'Joshua is kinkier than I feel like people give him credit for' agenda so. Now I'll disappear in shame and embarrassment *finger guns.*

Synopsis: You don't expect to feel so strongly about one of Joshua's stage outfits.

Heads up: Joshua Hong x Fem! Reader, established relationship, Dom! Joshua, Sub! Reader, mentions of previous thigh riding, Reader mentions boot humping in passing once, scent kink if you squint, hand and arm kink of sorts (Reader is really into Josh's hands and arms), praise (f. receiving), pet names, Reader has an oral fixation, Reader sucks on Josh's fingers, hints of a size kink, dirty talk, mirror sex, nipple play (f. receiving), degradation (f. receiving), risky sex/public sex (they fuck in Josh's dressing room and are vaguely worried about being caught), vaginal fingering (f. receiving), mostly clothed sex, me pushing my big dick! Josh agenda, unprotected piv sex, Reader sucks on Josh's fingers post fingering, it's insinuated that Reader is a masochist, rough sex, dacryphilia kink, creampie and Reader being plugged afterwards.

Word count: 3499

I will block you if you are a minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

The cool air from the air conditioner prompts you to tug your cardigan closer to you as you continue to catch up on your scrolling for the day while you wait for Joshua. He texted you that he'd likely be finished with his group shoot for the day in the next half an hour or so and, that you could just wait in his dressing room before the two of you head home.

He finds you completely engrossed with your phone when he does eventually finish up for the day. His lips ticking up in amusement since you still haven't registered his presence.

"Is what's on your phone really more important than your precious boyfriend? I'm hurt," he says with a faux pout to catch your attention. Leaning against his dressing room door.

You pointedly choose to ignore his chuckle when his voice quite literally causes you to jump in your seat. You turn to face him sheepishly, "Hi, Josh. I'm sorry I didn't realise-"

The words die on your tongue in an instant when you take in what he's wearing.

His shirt accentuates his shoulders in a way that is wholly unnecessary. Worse still, his arms are on full display for you to drink in. Muscles flexing and veins visible while he stands there with his arms crossed. And god, his pants. They all but force your eyes to focus on how they flatter his thighs, and you're suddenly hit with a barrage of memories. Memories of Josh flexing them underneath you while you hump them in an attempt to cum. An amused gleam in his eyes as he watched you because you both knew you'd never cum the way you wanted to.

Is it horrible to admit that even his boots are so attractive? In the very deep, private parts of your mind, you think he'd like the idea of watching you grind against them to get off. Maybe if you ever find the courage, you'll ask him.

"Are you okay?"

You're broken out of your thoughts by Joshua's concerned voice. Blinking, you focus back on him only to find his handsome face twinged with confusion and worry. The way his inky hair sticks to said handsome face isn't helping your conundrum, but you do feel guilty for worrying him when you're spiralling over him in one of his stage outfits.

"Yeah, I am. Sorry, I just got a little in my head there."

"In your head? About what?" Dread coils in your gut at the question. You're determined to look anywhere but, directly at him. Fiddling with your phone in your hands while your mind races to think of a half decent answer.

"Um- just school. You know, this semester's been pretty busy. Plus, I have a few assignments due in the next month, so I've been trying to figure out how to schedule my calendar around them. Then it'll be the holiday, but you know never too soon to start preparing -" You're rambling. You know you are, and so does Josh, but the words continue to tumble out of you.

"You're a terrible liar," he interrupts, and you can hear the smirk in his voice clear as day. To your absolute horror, he's moving closer to you until he's intimately in your personal space. Oh, this is worse. So, so much worse. Because his scent invades your senses too and, embarrassment warms your face when it dawns on you that you're wet.

His large, warm hand cups your jaw and gently nudges your face up until you meet his intense gaze. His thumb strokes your cheek gently when and, you so badly want it in your mouth instead, but your mouth feels as though it's been stapled shut.

Dread, anticipation and desire form a lethal concoction in your veins when Josh's face shifts from concern and confusion to understanding. The corners of his plump lips lifting up in way that muddles your mind further and causes more of your wetness to trickle onto your panties.

"Oh, I get it now," he rumbles with a laugh that's far too amused, "If you wanted me, you could've just said so." You suddenly find his face mere centimetres from your own with hold on your face keeping you from shying away. Even after being with him for all this time, you still find it difficult to meet his gaze head on occasionally. Maybe you're afraid he'll see just how truly far gone you are for him. Maybe his eyes will finally devour you whole and, you don't know if you'd ever be able to come back from that.

"Where'd you go? Come back to me," he coaxes gently, his face softening momentarily while his thumb drags along your bottom lip. Blinking up at him you finally find your voice again and the words rush out of you, "I'm here. I-I want it. Want you."

Kissing Josh is perhaps one of your favourite activities to partake in with him. His lips are so soft and, even as his tongue teases its way into his mouth, he takes his time. Determined to rile you up just with his mouth and his firm grasp on your face. Your hands reach up for him, feeling like you'll be driven to madness if you don't touch him somehow, somewhere, anywhere. Your hands find purchase on his massive biceps. Hisses pressed against your lips when your nails bite into his skin.

A whine leaves you before you can stop it when he pulls away from you, looking down at you through dark bangs and lidded eyes. "Can we go home?" You ask, your panties starting to cling to you uncomfortably just from this godforsaken outfit and some kissing. You're not sure how much longer can take not having him.

"What's got you so riled up?" He asks instead, genuine curiosity colouring his tone. You elect not to give him a direct response, "Can't I just think my boyfriend is hot?"

"Oh, you absolutely can and, while I'm flattered, we both know me being just hot doesn't get you nearly this worked up," he retorts, leaning down once more to lightly kiss along your neck. His hands shoving your cardigan from your shoulders until it pools around you. You bite back the whimpers that so desperately want to fall from you with every brush of Joshua's lips against your sensitive skin. Your thighs rubbing together in search of any semblance of relief.

"Come on, be a good girl and tell me," he mutters, one of his large hands dragging down your body until it rests a little too high on your upper thigh. "Or do you want me to get it out of you another way?"

"Your outfit," you blurt out immediately, you know Josh's mind is always coming up with frighteningly inventive ways to punish you and, you don't think you could handle that today. Not with how you're barely keeping it together as it is, "You- You look good. Really, really good."

That makes him take pause, "Really? That's it?" He doesn't sound judgemental or as though you just told him the most idiotic thing the world. Just... genuinely surprised.

"Yes," you whine, "Now can we go home please?"

You nearly choke on your spit when he resumes his assault on your poor throat, and his hand finds itself between your thighs, automatically spreading for him because of course they do. Something guttural and from the depths of his chest hit your ear when his fingers brush against your slick panties. Prompting your hips to chase the friction, tightening your hold on him as well.

"Fuck. Fuck, you weren't kidding," he breathes as though you've completely knocked the wind from him. However, he's gone from your body in instant, "Shua, where are you-"

Your question is answered when you see him lock the door only to stock back over to you, his erection testing the durability of these pants and somehow making them look more appealing. Saliva pooling in your mouth while your walls clamp down borderline painfully around nothing.

"My poor baby. I don't think you'll last until we get home," he says, his thumb dragging along your bottom lip. His eyes darken further when he eases it into your mouth, and you suck immediately. Just happy to have anything occupying your mouth.

"I'll just take care of you here. Up," he commands, stepping away from you to give you space to rise to your feet. You blink up at him but when you're only met with an eyebrow raise, you stand up immediately. Letting your cardigan, phone and bag rest on the chair as your boyfriend looms over you. The intent in his eyes more than enough to quicken your heartrate and stiffen your nipples under your casual dress.

"So you do know how to listen," is all the warning you receive before you're all but, shoved against his vanity. One of his hands fondling your breast over your dress while the other drags you by the hip until there's no space between the two of you. His erection burns against your stomach even through the layers of your clothing. Just as heavy with intent.

You moan into his mouth with every brush and squeeze of his hand over your breast, electricity shooting straight down your spine to your clit with every one of his touches but, it's not enough. You want to feel him.

Before you can comprehend what's happening, Joshua has always had a knack for being six steps ahead of you, you find yourself facing your reflection in his mirror. You already look like a mess. Eyes glazed and a little watery with your lips bruised from how thoroughly he's been kissing you. The straps of your dress barely cling to your shoulders, and your breasts jiggle with every heaving breath you take.

A gasp flies from your lips and you hold onto his vanity when Josh presses himself, more specifically his erection, against you once more. You think you may lose your mind if he doesn't just fuck you. You're sure you're more than wet enough to take him by now. You're not quite sure whether you want him to keep his clothes mostly on or, touch his soft skin.

"You're distracted again," he tuts against your shoulder before pressing featherlight kisses to all of the skin he can reach there. A stark contrast to the way his hands roughly tug down the straps of your dress, your breasts free and goosebumps rising when they're met with the cool air of his dressing room.

He meets your gaze in the mirror as he touches them once again. A choked whimper gracing his ears when he barely drags the tips of his fingers over your nipples, "Maybe I'm doing a bad job keeping your attention," he pouts but, that look is in his eyes. Your knees nearly buckle when he tugs on them more harshly this time, soothing them with gentle rubs that make you feel dizzy.

"Is this why you didn't wear a bra today?" The drop of a few octaves in his voice significantly worsen how empty you are in this very moment, "So I'd touch and play with your tits?"

"What a slut you are."

His words coupled with his stupid, stupid, skillfull hands force a drawn out mewl from your throat. Your foggy mind desperately trying to find any words to respond to him.

"Josh- Shua, no I- I didn't think I'd take long to pick y-you up. So, I didn't wear one," you whimper in response after a particularly harsh tug. He puts on a show of humming in thought as though he's not still pinching and toying with your nipples, tears building in your eyes with ever minute he's not inside of you.

"I don't know," he drawls, the air in your lungs stopping as one of his hands snakes its way down your dress until it reaches the apex of your thighs, "Something tells me you didn't wear one so I'd just have to bend you over and fuck you."

If everyone could only see their sweet Joshua now. Spilling filth against your skin while his hand assesses how wet you are and his hips shallowly grind against the swell of your ass for a bit of friction. They'd likely have an aneurism.

A moan far louder than you intended bounces off the walls of his dressing room when his fingers find your clit over your ruined panties. His eyes shutting briefly as if to collect himself before he continues drawing steady circles. You've never been more grateful for the table in front of you because you're sure you would've collapsed into a heap on the floor if you didn't have it to support you.

"Not too loud," he mutters into your skin with a self-satisfied glint in his eyes. His hand slipping into your panties to touch you a directly, his throaty groan combining with the moan that you couldn't quite bite back in time when as his fingers tease your wet folds. Your eyes screwing shut as they shallowly dip in and out of your neglected hole.

His hands still, and that prompts you to open your eyes, confused as to what made him stop. "None of that. I want you to see. I want you to watch," he says, his reflection holding your gaze once more. His other hand drifting to hold your jaw in place. Not too harshly but, with enough pressure that you know better than to move.

Whether as a reward or because he simply wants to, eventually sinks a thick finger into you. The stretch prompts a jumbled mess of gasps and whimpers from your chest. Your eyes barely remaining open with the relief of finally having something inside of you.

"There you go," he groans against your neck, his teeth ghosting over your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake, "That's my baby."

The angle is a little awkward but, your hips chase the curls of his finger regardless. The need to shove down all of your noises of pleasure becoming increasingly challenge with every exploitation of your weaknesses Josh uses against you.

You don't receive much of a warning this time when he eases a second finger into you, this time the stretch is a little more than you can handle, "J-Josh," you choke out, your wetness dripping down his palm.

"My slutty girl you're doing so good," he coos, kissing the back of your neck while he grinds his erection against your ass, "Taking my fingers so well. Can't wait to feel you on my cock."

That causes a more visceral reaction from you. Your walls clamping down on his long fingers as one of your hands grabs his forearm, "Please. Pl-Please. Shua please. I-I want it please," you couldn't feel embarrassed if you tried. Joshua tended to have that effect on you.

He rests his head against your shoulder briefly, "Gimme a second," he says, the dip of his voice sending shudders down your spine. You cringe a little when he pulls his fingers out of you, your wetness coating them generously. You watch him unbutton and unzip his pants with baited breath, "Can you- can you keep your clothes on?"

Joshua meets your gaze with his eyebrows raised before that knowing look returns to his face. He laugh would sound beautiful if you his cock wasn't minutes from being inside of you and you weren't dripping onto his dressing room floor, "Sure."

Your gratitude comes out as a strangled whimper when the fat head of his cock prods at your slick entrance, "I don't know if I should be offended that you're this wet because of some clothes and fingering," he mutters. You couldn't respond to him even if you tried. Your mind just occupied with the idea of finally being filled by him.

"Cock drunk already huh?" He muses, meeting your gaze briefly before glancing down to watch himself split you open. His quiet moans being drowned out by your much, much more vocal ones. You're not sure you'll ever quite grow accustomed to his first thrust. Especially given the rush and your impatience, his slow push into you stings a little bit more more than usual but, the pain only fuels your arousal.

"Fuck," he groans and you're inclined to agree with his sentiment, "Always so wet and tight for me." If you could find the words you'd tell him the reason you're so tight is because of how big he is but, you're too preoccupied with trying to remain standing.

He's nestled so deeply inside of you when he finally bottoms out. His hips flush against yours and his tip kissing your cervix, quieter whimpers leave you with every throb and pulse of him inside of you. "Open," he grits into your ear, his fingers still slick with your wetness resting on your bottom lip. You open your mouth without much of a second thought, the slightly salty taste of your wetness flooding your taste buds and you realise very quickly why Joshua shoved his fingers into your mouth.

He pulls back only to thrust back into you without much mercy, your moans fortunately being muffled by his fingers. His heavy, lidded gaze takes in the way your drool around him, some of it dribbling past your lips while he continues to fuck into harshly and quickly. He's not sure how much time he has left before someone comes knocking so, he'd rather make this quick. He can take his time with you when you're at home.

You gag around his fingers slightly when he angles his thrusts marginally, smirking when he hits that spot inside of you that causes you grip him like a vice and nearly go limp in his arms. Joshua supports you through it all. Hitting that spot over and over again until overwhelmed tears trickle down your face and you're sure you could cum from this alone and, his muffled groans and grunts with every unforgiving intrusion.

"You know what your tears do to me, baby," he moans hoarsely, his thrusts stuttering slightly when he drinks in the combination of tears and spit smeared on your gorgeous face. All you can do is nod hurriedly. Telling him without telling him that you want it. You want him to cum.

"My precious cumslut of a girlfriend," he laughs breathlessly and without much humour, his pace picking up considerably and the sounds of your wetness and his heavy balls slapping against you ringing out obscenely throughout the room. "Always so greedy for my cum," he moans against your shoulder, his other hand hurriedly reaching between your thighs to rub frantic circles against your neglected clit.

Now you really are happy he had the foresight to make you gag on his fingers. You're not sure you could've silenced yourself even if you tried your utmost. The symphony of your choked noises of pleasure and Joshua's muffled ones join the increasing noises echoing throughout the room. Your walls tighten around him viciously, your toes tingling and even more tears springing forth from your eyes.

Josh cums first. A throaty groan of your name and a few curse words your only warning before you feel him pulse inside of you. Ropes and ropes of his warm cum flooding your awaiting pussy, his hips jerking into you sporadically and his hold on you almost bruising. His attempts to keep rubbing your clit proved fruitful because it doesn't take you long to tumble over the proverbial edge along with him. It takes a significant amount of conscious effort not to bite down on his fingers as your orgasm rocks your system. Josh moaning again as your walls spasm and clamp around his softening cock.

Once you'd ridden out the more intense parts of your climax, Josh removes his fingers from your mouth. Your shared, laboured breathing the only sounds that could be heard.

"If I knew you'd react like this to my outfit, I would have worn it sooner," he says with a chuckle that sounds far too full of himself. Not that he doesn't have a right to be but still. "You just look really good okay, god," you mutter once your voice finds you again. Cringing both from the scratchy quality of your voice and, Joshua slowly pulling out of you. Quickly putting your panties back in place. A surprised gasp flying from your lips when he pushes the fabric into you with two of his long fingers.

"Wouldn't want you to waste it," he says, his eyes heavy with want once again when they they find yours, "After all you worked so hard being my little cumslut. Who knows, maybe if you manage to not leak a drop I'll fill you up again."

You resent the way your body shudders but, you nod all the same, "I won't spill a drop, Shua."

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Can I perhaps get a few crumbs from Slack in the Leash part II? 👀

(if someone else didn't already ask and I just missed it, that is lol)

Referencing this game.

To be honest, all I desperately want to write for this short is Masochist and Strade watching some of his home videos while she orally cockwarms him. I even have the dialogue for that scene planned.

Unfortunately I have to get all in my head about it and make sure it passes continuity checks, and also that Masochist remains as manipulative, clever, and observant as ever.

I'll drop some of what I've got under the cut, but it's nothing special, just the start of the chapter.

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For any uninitiated, this stuff is usually posted on my other blog because it is very much dark fic. Please heed the content warnings. The source material is essentially horror porn / guro / love interest is a sexual sadist and not the safe kind.

Warnings: mild sexual content, very brief references to choking and knife play, references to reader being abducted, threats of death and bodily harm, brief references to Strade hurting people off screen. Not fully edited (ignore the bold, that's how I mark parts to come back to later). 460 words.

You spend the first few weeks of your imprisonment in Strade’s basement. Not the workshop, thankfully, but in the makeshift lounge. The facilities might be dank and dim, but the shower water is clean and hot, and sleeping on the futon beats sleeping on the floor. 

As curious as you are to see the rest of the house, you’re not in any rush. Strade spends plenty of time out and about. Tells you about his day when you ask – the BBQs he attends, the neighbour’s car he fixed, the inane gossip he hears about the locals. But most of his time is spent down here. Watching tv, drinking beer, sitting at a laptop. And if you’re to stand any chance of leaving this place you need to earn his trust. Solidify the tentative rapport you’ve been building.  

So you engage with him. Rubbing his shoulders while he’s at the desk. Bringing him a fresh drink whenever he runs out. Reacting to his jokes and extending teasing touches.  

You’re pretty transparent. Enough so that Strade smirks at your attempts. Might grasp you by the wrist to interrupt your wandering hands and bring it to his lips. To either kiss or bite.  Sometimes he leaves it there. Other times you descend into frenzied fucking. A knife pointed at your neck in a way that’s entirely unsafe, or his hand squeezing your throat until you pass out.  

If you weren’t here against your will, it’d almost be pleasant.  

The only thing to really bother you – aside from, of course, the looming threat of dismemberment and death – is the boredom. The first few times Strade had left you unattended, you’d made a careful sweep of the basement.  

There’s a single staircase leading out of the basement and a slim boarded-up window that definitely breaks safety regulations. There’re no cupboards in the bathroom. Just enough space for a toilet, sink, and shower. And the lounge is basic. The futon sits on a low couch frame, there’s a video player attached to the tv, and it sits on a cabinet full of home videos. There’s little of use to be found, although you do find yourself cataloguing hiding places and examining the boarded window a few times.  

You’re locked into the small lounge most days, but are permitted to accompany Strade into his workshop. You have to be much more discrete in your exploration there, but fortunately Strade had given you the tour himself back in your first days here, showing off his tools and telling you about how he’d hurt people with them.  

You note a bench saw in one corner, a kiln sitting in an alcove, and a minifridge in the workshop, usually stocked with beer. (and something else?) 

You’ve yet to be permitted upstairs.  

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Why Does it Hurt

Lee Felix x Female reader

Word count: 6.7k (it's like 5.7k of ouch)

Synopsis: When your soulmate Felix can feel everything you feel he wonders, why does it always hurt?

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, elements of abuse, violence, imprisonment, death threats, attempted murder(strangulation), mentions of panic attacks, if any of these things can be triggering please skip this one. Oral (m&f receiving), unprotected piv sex (use condoms please), MC's first time, cum shot. I think that's it it's pretty vanilla as far as smut goes. If i missed anything please let me know and I'll add it, I would feel awful if someone read something that upset them. So if you see something I'll add it asap!

Just like most everyone else on the planet, when Felix turned eighteen, he went to a specialist and found out what his soul link was. It was different for everybody. For some it was a mark or a name, others it was a shared talent or eye color maybe. For Felix it was feelings. Mostly emotions, occasionally he would feel physical feelings and it seemed to vary in intensity depending how far he was from you.  

Felix had no idea who you were, no one did really. You had been locked up, a prisoner in your grandfather's house since your parents passed. He was not pleased when he had to take in his orphaned granddaughter so his displeasure was taken out on you with verbal and often physical attacks. Felix felt the desperation and overwhelming sadness that encompassed your life and would fall into long bouts of depression. His family and friends worried about him but there was nothing anyone could do. There was no way for anyone to know who you were or how to find you. It went on like that, days, months, years. Felix learned to deal with the pain but it was never ending. Why did it always hurt? 

Felix’s twenty-first birthday was coming up; he was excited to hang out and relax. His friend Chan had rented an air b&b in a quiet neighborhood close to the beach and invited their six other best friends. All of them planned to surf, swim and relax for the next five days, bonfires, drinks, and plenty of good food with good friends, Felix was ready. The day the guys pulled up to the air b&b Felix was feeling your emotions more intensely than he ever had.  

He tried to just focus on all the fun they were about to have and push that sadness down for now, process it later, right now just... live. When Felix grabbed his bag out of the back hatch his heart started fluttering then racing. It wasn’t his heart though it was yours. God it was intense you had to be close, you must live in one of these houses by the beach. He hoped to meet you while he was there if you did. When Felix turned to walk towards the house he happened to glance over at the neighbors and saw a girl that looked to be around their age peeking out at him and the guys from an attic window. He gave a small smile and waved. When you realized Felix could see you, your eyes went wide and you ducked out of the window. Chan was walking by just then too. 

“Did you see that?” Chan raised his eyebrows and shook his head no. 

“See what?” Felix pointed over to the house. 

“The girl that was in that top window.”  

“We just got here Lix, you’re seeing girls already?” Chan laughed and Felix rolled his eyes giving him a mocking half hearted chuckle.  

“Har har har. You’re so funny dad.” Chan feigned offense 

“I’m not that old!” Felix shrugged laughing and carried his stuff inside. Maybe you were shy, Felix thought. He decided when he saw you outside, he’d try to say hi so that you knew him and the other guys were friendly. Maybe you’d want to come over for a bonfire. He’d say hello and he’d invite you, just as soon as he saw you outside. That night the guys decided to take it easy and just have a gaming night. Felix was watching the match Changbin and Jisung were playing when he felt part of his face start to sting, as if someone had slapped him, hard. 

“Ow fuck!” His swearing caught Chan’s attention. 

“What’s wrong? You okay?” He felt it again, pins and needles on the other side of his face now. 

“Ah fuck my face hurts!” Seungmin laughed not realizing what was going on. 

“Imagine how we feel having to look at it all the time.” A few of the guys laughed and focused back on the game while Chan made sure Felix was okay. Felix felt a pain in his leg, his backside and then his back and then it all seemed to stop. Tears welled up in Felix’s eyes and Chan was worried. 

“Are you okay Lix what’s wrong? Does it still hurt?” A tear rolled down his cheek. 

“It always hurts. Why does it always hurt?! She doesn’t ever feel joy or love, it’s always pain, it’s always suffering. She’s the love of my life and I can’t help her.” Chan had never seen Felix so worked up and they had been friends since elementary school. Felix had never felt it all so strongly. Tears were streaking his face and he was sniffling. The other guys stopped playing the game and huddled around him to comfort him. Felix had a big heart, anyone that knew him knew that. So for the person that he was meant to love for the rest of his life to be in pain and suffering constantly, it chipped away at Felix’s heart. Once everything was calm again Felix wiped his face with his long sleeve and the guys got back to their game. 

“I’m gonna get a little air Channie hyung. I’ll just be out back.” Chan nodded. Felix got up and made his way towards the back door. He stood out on the porch breathing in the cool ocean air, looking up at the clear night sky, hundreds and thousands more stars than you could see in the city. He glanced over at the attic window he’d seen you in earlier that day and saw a candle flickering from inside and then noticed your head poked up, peeking out at him. You quickly ducked away and then the candlelight went out. Shortly after, Felix rejoined the others inside. 

Earlier in the day while you sat in your prison cell that was the attic, you had heard a little commotion outside, then you heard a couple of men’s voices. You weren’t supposed to go near the windows, you knew that, but you were curious, it was usually pretty quiet there, which is exactly why your grandfather liked it. Against your better judgement you walked over to the window and looked over at the house next door. When you did you saw eight men, probably around your age, maybe a little older, carrying things into the house. There was one in particular that pulled at you like a magnet. He was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, not that you’d seen many beautiful things in your life. Your heart fluttered then started pounding. Then as if he knew you were there, he stopped and looked right up at you, it surprised you and you froze. The softest, warmest smile spread on his face and he waved at you. You quickly backed away from the window but the damage was done. Your grandfather had his cameras set up all over that house, inside and out. There was no way he would miss the innocent little wave that man next door had given you.  

Later that night when your grandfather came home from work you knew you were in for it. You could hear him coming up the stairs. Big boots clunking as he stomped up each one. When he walked in you immediately started to apologize hoping that it might spare you a little pain. It did not, your grandfather didn’t say a thing he back handed you across the face, he slapped you a few more times before you fell down on your flat sleeping mat crying.  

“You’re going to learn one of these days what happens if you don’t follow my rules.” He pulled off his belt and started slapping you with it hard, wherever it landed, your legs, your ass, your back. He threw it at you out of breath. 

“Next time I’ll hang you with it do you understand?” You cowered and nodded that you did. He picked up his belt and stomped back out. You laid there crying in the candlelight, the only light you were permitted to have. You knew it was best to just fall asleep as quickly as possible. He wouldn’t be bringing you food tonight, not when he beat you, never after you had been punished. You heard someone walk outside next door. You crawled over, the burning welts the belt left still intense and painful. You just peeked over your windowsill this time and you saw him again, the pretty blonde man with freckles and the smile of an angel. He looked over, it was like he could tell when you were looking at him. You quickly crawled back away before he waved or anything that might upset your grandfather again. You curled back up on your mat and blew out your candle. You closed your eyes and hoped to dream of a life where you and the cute, freckled guy next door might meet and fall in love.  

The next day the guys all went dashing out of the back door of the house and out onto the beach whooping and hollering. They were ready for a little sand and surfing. Felix again couldn’t help but look up at the neighbor's attic window to see if he could see you again, he paused a moment before he dashed off with his board under his arm to catch up with his friends. You had seen him looking. You were smart enough to stand back from the window this time. You could see him but he couldn’t see you, or so you thought. Felix actually did see you but he didn’t want to frighten you away again. So he ran and caught up with the guys as his heart raced. You watched as the sweet blonde boy caught wave after wave with his friends, wishing you could be out there too. Laying in the sand, splashing the water at friends. Even though you were raised in that house most of your life, if you could even call it raising, the last time you had been at the beach was before your parents had died.  

You were only six when you and your parents were in a horrible car crash. Somehow you had survived with bumps and bruises while the wreck killed both of your parents almost instantly. Then you were sent to live with your grandfather, the only family you had left in the world, who locked you in the attic and told everyone else that you had died in the same crash as your parents. He would feed you once a day twice if you were lucky and only let you out once a day to go to the bathroom and shower. There were rules as well and if you didn’t follow them there was hell to pay. No leaving the attic, no making any noise, no going near the windows, only speak when told to and a slew of others. Sometime around your eighteenth birthday every now and then you’d feel a little light inside your heart. Your grandfather did all he could to extinguish it and he did a very good job of it. Eventually you couldn’t feel the light inside anymore but something about the tanned freckled guy next door made that light shine a bit again. 

Since you were hidden from the world you had never been told about soulmates or what your soul link was, so you didn’t know that little light in your heart was Felix. You didn’t know that anytime your sadness felt overwhelming he’d think of all the happy wonderful things about life, things that he loved and just hoped you could feel it as he pushed all those good feelings towards you. No matter how much he put into it, his whole heart usually, it only came through as the little light. 

The next day the guys all piled into the car and left for a local spot to have lunch. When they got back the old neighbor lady on the other side of their air b&b was out gardening. When she saw the eight handsome men pile out of the car she smiled and stood up to greet them, wiping dirt off her hands on her apron. After introductions and a little small talk the old lady mentioned something about the other surrounding neighbors being nice as well and then Felix remembered the girl in the window, he had seen you a couple of times now and he was curious about you. 

“Oh yea! Speaking of neighbors, what’s the name of the girl next door on the other side of us? Around our age? I was gonna invite her over to a bon fire but she seems kind of shy and I haven’t seen her outside...” The old neighbor lady looked at Felix like he was stupid.  

“Old Herb’s place? Ain’t no girl living in that house. Only girl it coulda been woulda been his granddaughter y/n, she’d be around you boys age now, but she died in a car wreck with her folks quite a way back.” Felix nodded. 

“My mistake.” Felix and the guys excused themselves and went on about their goal for the rest of the day, more surfing. Felix was confused. He was positive he’d seen a young woman in that house, he had waved at you. He didn’t just imagine that. Every time they went to the beach now Felix glanced up at the window. Every time he did his heart started to beat out of his chest. Every day that passed you knew was a day closer to the man with the freckles and his friends leaving and every day you felt like it was a day closer to the end for you.  

You don’t know what came over you. You rummaged through some boxes your grandfather stored up in the attic with you, another rule, no touching his things. You had to do it. You went through and managed to find a piece of chalk and a chunk of some old map or something. You didn’t care, you had to do it. Your handwriting was atrocious and your spelling awful but you wrote a short message and then folded and tossed it into the neighbor's yard praying your grandfather didn’t catch it on the cameras. You had to do it, if not now, then you never would and how long would your grandfather really be willing to keep you? It had been fifteen years. The beatings were getting worse and the death threats came more often it was only a matter of time before he really killed you. You had to do it. 

Felix and Changbin were playing frisbee in the back yard while some of the other guys played video games. It was the last day there; they would be leaving tomorrow afternoon. Felix had looked up at your attic window countless times, he didn’t know why. You weren’t ever there anymore and he started to wonder if he had just dreamed you up. Changbin put a little too much wrist into his toss and the frisbee sailed over the house to the side yard. 

“I got it!” Felix ran around the side of the house and grabbed the plastic disc. He was just about to turn and run back when he noticed what looked like a piece of trash on the ground. When he picked it up he realized it was folded. He opened the tattered piece of paper and saw what looked like a note scribbled by a child. It was hard to read, pryzner atick. He ran back around the house and showed Changbin. 

“What does this say?” Changbin looked at it. 

“I dunno man it’s just some kid’s scribbles it doesn’t say anything.” Felix shook his head, he’d found it under your window. 

“No this says something.” Changbin shrugged and Felix ran off to ask Chan what he thought. Chan was looking over the scrap of paper when everyone heard your grandfather's truck fly up and skid to a stop in the gravel driveway. He’d seen you toss the note. You were absolutely terrified and Felix could feel every bit of it. 

“Oh my god!” Felix finally put it together. He was an idiot for not realizing sooner. Chan was waiting as Felix processed. 

“What? What’s wrong?!” Felix looked at Chan with tears in his eyes. 

“She’s terrified. He’s gonna kill her.” Chan was confused. 

“Who?!”  

“The girl next door!” Now Chan was even more confused. The old lady had said there was no girl. 

“How do you know?!” Felix gripped Chan’s shoulders tightly. 

“Because she’s my fucking soulmate!” Felix ran out of the house and Chan and a few of the other guys ran after him trying to stop him. Your grandfather had seen you toss the note and he was going to do exactly what he told you he would if you stepped out of line again. You could hear his heavy boots as he skipped steps on his way up to the attic, the sound of his belt already being removed. You cowered in a corner. You had to do it. Your grandfather kicked the attic door in and you screamed. 

“You shut your fucking mouth! You did this! You brought this down on yourself!” He picked you up easily, of course he did, you were malnourished and weak from never getting any sun or exercise. You tried to fight him but it was like a twig hitting an oak, it did nothing. He wrapped his belt around your neck and slid it back into the buckle pulling it tight around your neck, cutting off your air. He held you out in front of him and you grasped at the belt trying to loosen it but couldn’t, your own weight was drawing it tighter around your throat. You could see the vignette of darkness starting to cloud your vision, you knew death was coming. You weren’t scared anymore, you were relieved. Maybe you would finally get some peace. 

Felix burst into the neighbor’s house and started looking for stairs as Chan rushed in after him, telling the other’s to stay behind. Felix rushed around a corner and there they were. He started dashing up them, Chan tried to keep up but Felix was too fast. He was right on his heels when Felix finally made it up the stairs to the attic. The door was kicked off the hinges. Felix ran in, Chan right after him and both saw your grandfather strangling you with a belt. 

“Hey! Put her the fuck down NOW!” Your grandfather spun around surprised to find two of the young men from next door standing there. He dropped you and you started gasping for air. Your grandfather may have been strong enough to overpower you but up against two fit men, in their twenties, with six more a call away, he knew he couldn’t take them. Instead, he ran between them and fled. Chan called 911 as your grandfather jumped into his truck and sped off again. The other guys had no idea what was going on so none of them attempted to stop him.  

“Hey man! Where’s our friends!?” He peeled away kicking up rocks. Felix ran over to you and gently lifted your head and took the belt off from around your neck. You were weak, still gasping for air, struggling to breathe. Felix was terrified he was too late, he checked your pulse on your wrist, avoiding touching your neck, and it was faint. He started talking to you. Trying to keep you awake. 

“Hey hey, uhm, I’m Felix, and uhm...” He tried to fight back his tears. 

“I’m gonna take care of you alright? You’re gonna be okay... okay?” Felix nodded as he failed to keep his tears from falling. They streaked his freckled cheeks and you wished you were strong enough to wipe them away. You could hear the sirens approaching but you were so tired. You just wanted to rest your eyes. 

“Hey hey HEY! STAY AWAKE! DON’T GO TO SLEEP! PLEASE!” You wanted to listen but you just couldn’t. You closed your eyes and everything was dark, quiet, peaceful. 

You woke up in a bright white room. It smelled clean, completely different than the musty attic you’d lived in for so long. You squinted and tried to focus your vision, but it was difficult between the pain in your head and the bright lights. You finally managed to open your eyes and the first thing you did was try to scan the room. You tried to move your head but couldn’t and winced in pain sucking air in through your teeth. The sound woke up whoever was in the room with you. A tired, deep, grumbly man’s voice came from your right. 

“y/n?” He walked to where you could see him and you realized it was the freckled man from next door. 

“Wha-whe-” Your voice barely came out. It was horse and hurt to talk. 

“Don’t try to talk yet. Everything is okay now. I’m gonna get a nurse and let them know you’re awake. I’ll be right back.” Felix ran out of the room excited to see your beautiful eyes open again, he’d been so afraid he never would. When Felix walked back in so did a nurse and a doctor.  They asked you some yes and no questions and you would point at your answer on a clip board. After they left you motioned to Felix asking what happened, you only remembered your grandfather coming into your room and then everything was black. Felix pulled his chair up by you. 

“After I found the note you tossed out the window and your grandpa came home I realized what it said. Prisoner attic.” Felix didn’t say anything about soulmates right then, there would be plenty of time for that later and he didn’t want to confuse you. 

“When me and my friend ran into the attic we found him...” Felix hesitated, it was a hard memory for him surely it would be for you too but when he looked at you, you mimed choking and Felix nodded. 

“Yea we found him strangling you. He dropped you and ran off but it didn’t take police long to find him. He’s in jail, there’s still a trial but he’ll be there for the rest of his life no doubt in my mind.” You tried to nod forgetting that you had a neck brace on and winced a little. Felix instinctively grabbed your hand and you gently squeezed it. You took your other hand and pointed at him. You mouthed the word name. 

“Oh! Yea, sorry. I’m Felix.” It wasn’t a very conventional way to meet your soulmate but that was the first day of forever for the two of you. After a few days the neck brace came off, a couple of weeks and your larynx was healed enough to start talking. You were severally malnourished, hadn’t had direct sunlight in fifteen years, didn’t move anymore than you could around the attic. There was a lot healthwise that needed addressed a number were things you’d probably deal with for the rest of your life. Felix was with you every step of the way. After you started getting better he explained the whole soulmate thing. You’d never even known soulmates were a thing. Then you remembered that little light that would shine in your heart and you knew then that it had always been Felix in your heart. 

Once your health issues had all been addressed and stabilized and the doctors deemed you strong enough to leave the hospital you weren’t sure what was next. You were twenty-one, pretty much illiterate, you knew nothing about the world or how to survive in it. You stood on the sidewalk thinking of all the challenges still to come when Felix pulled up in his car. He got out and opened your door. You slid into the passenger seat and then Felix ran around getting back in the driver’s seat. He looked at you and gave you his megawatt smile. 

“Let’s go home.” Home. You didn’t know what that was. The place that you had lived for practically your whole life was only a prison. You would never call it home. Home was Felix. Wherever he was that was home. The day you were released from the hospital was the day that you started living with Felix. He was insistent on taking things slowly. 

“We have our whole lives, so let’s crawl before we run, okay?” You nodded and were secretly thankful he was so patient and willing to move slowly, you knew absolutely nothing about each other and you knew nothing about being in any kind of relationship let alone a romantic one. Felix helped you with everything. You would have panic attacks from what you went through but also from the thought of how endlessly massive the world was outside of that attic. Felix taught you pressure points and tricks to ground yourself when you felt out of control. He enrolled you into some night courses so you could learn to read and write and helped you with flash cards and studying. From there you started taking math classes, history, and so on. Before long you were taking high school level classes and by the time you were twenty-three you had earned your GED all with Felix by your side cheering you on. He didn’t want you to be dependent on him in the world, he wanted you to feel independent, like you could do it on your own if you had to. You never would, Felix would always be there for you but he felt like it was important for you to be able to do things on your own. Felix was insanely proud of you and couldn’t believe how strong you were.  

When you had moved into his place he insisted on you staying in a room of your own. You had never had a room of your own. Some nights it was hard to sleep on the soft bed and you’d curl up with your blanket on the floor. Mornings Felix found you like that broke his heart. He’d let you sleep in those days because it usually meant you hadn’t gotten much rest. You had lived with Felix for almost two years when you got your GED. In that time you guys had taken baby steps in your relationship. The first time you and Felix kissed it was because you kissed him. You could tell that he wanted to kiss you and you really wanted to kiss him so you leaned over on the couch while you watched tv together and pressed your lips against his. He’d been surprised at first but then kissed you back. You both had butterflies. 

Felix walked into the apartment the two of you shared together now. He found you in the kitchen washing up some dishes. He walked over and kissed your cheek and you leaned into it, into his warmth. 

“Sorry I’m so late.” You shook your head. It didn’t matter, all that mattered was he was home. He was home, your home. You turned and kissed him on the lips nibbling his bottom one, making him laugh. 

“What’s gotten into you? Hmm?” You just shook your head and pecked his lips once more. 

“Okay, whatever you say. I’m gonna shower, need the bathroom before?” You shook your head no. 

“No Lixie, go enjoy your shower.” He cupped your cheek and you closed your eyes. The warmth was like how it felt when the sun warmed your cheeks on a spring day. When you opened your eyes again you found his endless brown eyes memorizing the flecks of colors in yours. He cupped your other cheek, leaned in and kissed you then pulled a breath away. 

“I love you y/n.” Your eyes shot open. Neither of you had ever said the L word. You were certain that you felt it, at least you thought you did. When Felix said it though you knew, without a doubt that you loved him too. He saved you, took you in. Felix had done far more for you in two years than your grandfather ever did in fifteen. You could never repay him and he would never expect you to. 

“I love you too Felix.” He smiled and bit his lip. 

“Okay, shower.” You nodded smiling too and he ran off to take his shower. When Felix got out of the shower he wrapped his towel around himself and went to his room. He was surprised to find you sitting in there on his bed in your robe. 

“Oh! Hey, uh... do you need something?” You didn’t say anything, you walked towards him and put your arms around his shoulders. 

“Wha-” You kissed his lips cutting him off and he was more than a little surprised when your tongue started prodding asking for entry into his mouth. He turned his head and opened his mouth allowing you to kiss him deeper. You two had only ever made out two times and both times Felix made you stop not wanting to take things too fast. It had been two years and you were madly in love with this man. You didn’t want to wait any longer. 

“Felix?” He hummed as you kissed down his jaw and neck.  

“I want you...” He hummed again lost in the feeling of your lips on his skin. 

“You want me to what?” He asked his brain only working at half capacity. You giggled. 

“I want you to touch me.” He pulled back and looked at you before shaking his head. 

“We don’t hav-” You cut him off. 

“I want you to make love to me Felix, I want it. I know we don’t have to but I want to...” You started getting a little teary eyed. 

“Don’t you?” Oh that broke Felix’s heart. He didn’t want you to think he didn’t want you. He’s wanted you since the moment he saw you. 

“Of course jagiya of course! I just... I want you to be sure. You’re sure?” You nodded. 

“Yes Felix I’m sure. You’re the man that saved me. My soulmate. I love you so much Felix.” He wrapped his arms around you. 

“I love you too.” His lips were against yours and things got heated quickly, teeth biting, tongues battling for dominance that no one could win. You pulled the tie of your robe loose and dropped it, you were completely naked underneath. Felix had never seen you without clothes on. The scars left from the beatings your grandfather gave you were still very visible. Tears welled up in Felix’s eyes and you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“It’s okay Lixie, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” He laid you back on his bed and started kissing every scar. Your body started tingling and it was throbbing between your legs, making you want to press them together. Felix hovered over your aching core. 

“Is this okay?” You nodded biting your lip. You weren’t sure what he was going to do but you trusted Felix. He gently parted your legs and then licked you. You jumped not expecting the warm wet feeling of his tongue against you like that but it felt amazing. 

“Oh!” He looked up to make sure you were still okay. You nodded and he continued. He softly flicked his tongue across your clit and it made your body buzz. You were getting a little breathy. You still had episodes with your breathing from time to time and Felix started to worry that maybe you were having one. He stopped and sat up a bit. You groaned at the loss of contact and looked down. 

“Why’d you stop?” He just giggled once he realized you were okay and went back to savoring you slow and steady until you felt your impending orgasm crash into you. Your legs trembled as Felix continued to softly run his tongue through your glistening folds. 

“F-Felix... oh... oh god.” You panted out. You gently pushed against his head, starting to get sensitive and Felix pulled away, climbing back up your body and kissing your lips. When he pulled away you let out a deep breath and started laughing from all the endorphins your orgasm had released.  

“Wow! I didn’t know anything felt like that.” Felix smiled. He’d seen you have a lot of firsts but your first orgasm was a thing of beauty. He was so hard under his towel there was no way you didn’t notice. You ran your hands up and down his sides.  

“Tell me how to do that for you.” Felix looked at you surprised. 

“Are you sure?” You nodded. You wanted to make him feel what you just felt. It was earth shattering in the best ways. He took one of your hands and ran it down his firm body until you were cupping his hard cock over his towel. He let out a breath, even the slight contact felt amazing. He rolled off of you and laid back on the bed, the towel tented by his painfully hard dick. You sat up and kneeled between his legs like he’d done to you. You pulled at the tucked in part of the towel and let it fall open exposing Felix to you entirely. He was so beautiful, every piece of him, every inch, every freckle, every sparkle in his eye, gorgeous. 

“Lick your palm and then wrap your fingers around it.” You did as Felix said and licked your palm, wetting it then grabbed a hold of his cock gently. He hissed a little and you were worried you had hurt him. He bit his lip and tilted his head back and you realized it wasn’t that it hurt it was that it felt good. Once he could lift his head again he told you what to do next. 

“Move your hand up and down now...” You moved your hand slowly and he let out a low moan that made you throb between your legs again. You went with your gut, you leaned forward and licked him like he’d licked you. 

“Oh god yes, do that again please...” You licked it again and again Felix hummed. 

“Mmmyou can put it in your mouth... if you want, if not the licking and your hand is enough, it feels so good jagi.” If putting his dick in your mouth felt even better you were doing it. You wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel, you wanted to make him cum. You put the tip in and softly sucked on it unsure of what else to do, but it was kind of like a popsicle so you treated it like one. The way Felix’s breath quickened you must have been doing it right. You pulled off and kept moving your hand up and down. 

“Like that?” He nodded quickly. 

“Yes! Oh fuck yes! Suck just like that and see if you can go down more.” You put his tip back in your mouth and fit more of him inside sucking. 

“Yes y/n god that feels so good. Now just go up and down.” He gathered your hair so he could look down and see you as you started bobbing up and down. The more those little sounds came from Felix the more you wanted to push him to the edge. You went faster and took more of his cock, spit dripping down his shaft that you used to stroke what you couldn’t fit. Felix’s stomach sunk in and out with his deep breaths. 

“I’m gonna cum y/n, just stroke me, I don’t want to cum in your mouth” You appreciated the warning, you weren’t sure if you were ready for all that just yet. You pulled off of him and stroked him faster. 

“Pucker your lips and rub the tip on it jagiya.” You did what he said, stroking him as you rubbed the sensitive tip against your lips. He suddenly grabbed his dick and pulled it away from your face as he started coming. He moaned and panted as you ran your hands up and down his thighs while he stroked his cock and shook through his orgasm. When he was all together again, he took his towel and wiped the cum off his belly and hand and then tossed it in his dirty bin. Felix crawled back into bed over you again laying you back, smiling, glowing post orgasm. 

“Baby that was...” You were blushing and smiling. 

“It was okay?” He chuckled a little at just how sweet you were. The guys always thought he was so sweet, he had nothing on you. 

“It was way more than okay jagi, that was amazing.” Your smile grew and you pulled him down for a kiss. You two made out like that for a bit and then Felix’s hand started to trace down your body. 

“I’m gonna put my fingers inside you so that I don’t hurt you okay?” You nodded. Felix alternated between kissing you and sucking on your nipples as he eased his fingers into you and started to stretch you a bit. It felt strange, not painful, just different. You and Felix laid in bed and made out like that for a while. When Felix added teasing your clit to fingering you it suddenly felt really good. The wetter you got the harder Felix got and only once he made you cum again did he crawl between your legs, kneeling. His hands ran up and down your body as you came down from your second orgasm. Once Felix knew you were back with him he smiled and leaned down to kiss you.  

“I’m gonna put it in but I won’t hurt you.” You nodded. 

“You never have.” Felix kissed you tenderly. 

“And I never will jagiya.” He slowly started to push his tip inside you. Once he had he stopped and let you get used to the feeling of something so big inside you. It didn’t hurt, kind of like when he first put his fingers inside you, it was different. After a minute he pushed in a little more. Slowly he pushed in and waited and pushed in and waited until he was fully inside you. You felt so full, it felt so good. 

“Felix...” He looked down at you worried you may be in some discomfort. As soon as he saw your blissed out face any anxiety he was feeling about hurting you disappeared. He slowly pulled out and pushed in. 

“Yes, yes, more please...” He did it again faster and again. He started a slow rhythm burying himself deep inside you every now and then. You could feel that rubber band in you stretching ready to snap again at any moment. You weren’t sure how long it lasted, you weren’t sure where your body started and Felix’s stopped, hell you weren’t even sure what day it was anymore, you just knew that the third orgasm you had that night was by far the best feeling of your entire existence. Felix started thrusting faster reaching for his climax, he could feel it. 

“I’m g-gonna pull out, c-can I cum on you this time?” You moaned as you still shook through your orgasm. 

“Yes Lixie, do it, cum on me.” Felix choked out a moan, he pulled out stroking his cock as he came. You could feel warm cum landing on your skin and it surprisingly felt really good. Once he took a second to get his bearings, he quickly grabbed his towel again and wiped his cum off of you. He tossed it in the bin again and this time when he got into bed with you, he pulled you close and pulled the blankets over you both. You turned in his arms and started tracing his freckles. He scrunched his nose, his deep laugh resonating inside you. You nuzzled up against Felix, his slow deep breaths pulling you to sleep. When you were somewhere between sleep and awake you softly spoke against his skin. 

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” 

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Then Because She Goes

You fracture light again (Ooh), I love you, oh, love you

★ Chapter 10 of 15, 5233 words

★ Matty Healy x Original Female Character

★ warnings: !!! mature content, minors please do not interact !!!, smut, oral (male receiving), alcohol consumption

<< 9

24 May, 2019

Middlesbrough Station was one that Este couldn't ever imagine herself needing to pass through. But, Radio 1 Big Weekend being held at Stewart Park that year gave her a reason.

She had originally planned on only coming in for their set on Sunday night and spending it there with Matty. But, he pointed out that they didn't have any commitments on the first two days of the festival, suggesting she come on the 24th and stay with them for three nights instead. Though eager to see him again and in favour of the idea, Este was paranoid of intruding or distracting him from work. So, she humbly attempted to deny taking up too much of his time off and persisted with her former plan.

Of course, Matty refused to let her say no. He was offering, after all, and wanted to see her—a bit confused that it seemed like she was turning him down. But, after Este insisted that she was just trying to allow him the rest he deserved after a crazy couple of months (and agreed to take the train in on Friday morning), he felt better.

It's bold of you to assume I can manage us being in the same country for the first time in months and be able to keep my hands off you, read a text from him when the plans got straightened out and she made her way from her flat to Manchester Victoria. His words made her cheeks flushed in the already warm May weather.

She wheeled a small suitcase through the station and eventually got to her seat on the train. The almost three-hour long ride ahead of her consisted of Este dozing in and out of sleep and listening to the small selection of music she had downloaded on Spotify. Towards the end of her journey, her bladder begged a trip to the cramped toilets to relieve the wee she'd been holding.

Este washed her hands thoroughly after flushing and assessed herself in the mirror. The dilemma of wanting to dress comfortably for the multiple hours sat in a train seat—but also knowing Matty would be picking her up once she reached Middlesbrough—kept her mind busy when getting ready that morning. Ultimately, she decided on dressing up. Silver buttons ran down the centre of her 70s-esque denim jumper dress. Paired with white socks and burgundy loafers around her feet, the outfit was classy. Professional, even. But, the garment hugging her waist tightly, its v-cut neckline, and the sight of her tan legs on display still made Matty's breath quicken when he opened a photo that showed up in his notification centre from Este.

Flipping him off to avoid being too serious, the picture somehow captured her full body in the small toilet mirror. Her back camera pointed at it, phone gripped in hand, posing with her weight leaning on one hip. She stuck her tongue out playfully and squeezed an eye shut to wink at her reflection. The message that accompanied the impromptu mirror selfie read, I'll be yours in 20 x, heightening Matty's excitement even more. Good god, he replied shortly and simply.

With her knee bouncing up and down with anticipation, the train finally slowed to a stop to bring her into the unfamiliar town. She gathered her things and hurriedly stepped onto the Middlesbrough platform, scanning for a rogue Matty Healy within the fairly busy station. He watched the flood of people surround Este, who he caught sight of right away, and saw her brows furrow and eyes squint to look for him. The couple of seconds it took before she recognised Matty made him chuckle.

"Matty!" she exclaimed when her eyes finally locked with his.

Speed-walking over and almost tripping a teenage boy with her rolling luggage dragging behind her, Este forcefully wrapped her arms around him. He hugged back tightly. She smelled exactly the way Matty remembered. Sunglasses covered his eyes and a hat was atop the curly brunette mess on his head, but neither could hide the ecstatic expression his face displayed.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered.

"Please," Este agreed, pulling away from their embrace and planting her lips on his.

They melted into this kiss as the months of yearning came to a close. Este smiled against his mouth. It was easy to underestimate how much they missed each other until what they'd missed so much was right in front of them again. Matty moved his hand from her waist up to her face, cupping it gently and running his thumb over her skin a couple of times as they broke apart and studied each other's faces.

It seemed like she'd gotten a haircut. The layers fell shorter and there were more of them. There was dark powder smudged right above her eyelashes and her lips tasted like mint with a pinkier appearance.

"You look breathtaking," Matty muttered, looking her up and down. "Did you dress up all nice just for me?"

Este hid her face in his neck, embarrassed to know that she did spend extra time on her hair and makeup and did take shockingly long to decide on an outfit.

A car was waiting for them and they walked hand-in-hand to it. Matty rolled her luggage for her, placing it in the boot, but stopped her when she reached for the handle to get in. "He's just going to take your bag to the hotel. We're gonna walk." he interjected.

"Oh, okay." Este replied, agreeing to his instruction but confused and backing away from the vehicle. "Why?"

The hint of suspicion in her voice made Matty laugh. "I'm taking you out first."

She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Are you?"

"I mean, yes, but don't get your hopes up too high. It's nothing special—I just found a couple of shops that look cool and a cafe I think you'd like," he explained, taking her hand back into his and guiding her to start walking down the pavement.

Este shook her head at the fact that he was downplaying his efforts. "That sounds lovely."

He just smiled and hummed in fondness as they made their way to the first stop Matty had in mind. Their feet stepped in unison and the conversation filling the air was simple. With their frequent communication, not much catching up was needed to be done. But, because of the time they spent across the globe from one another, both craved the warmth of the other's skin. Out of comfort. Longing. When Este's hand wandered away to point at something in a shop window or scratch a tickle on her chin, it always migrated back to him.

A Bad Neighbour Records approached on their left after a few short minutes. "Down for some sifting?" asked Matty, coming to a stop and forcing her to as well.

"Always."

He stepped in after her and nodded to the worker who gave him a smile as they entered. Este let go of the couple of Matty's fingers she had linked with her pinky to begin flipping through by the first crate she was faced with. "Are you on the lookout for anything specific?" she wondered aloud.

"I might just buy a couple that I haven't heard of to be spontaneous, or something."

"You can't plan to be spontaneous. That's sort of the whole thing about spontaneity,"

"Shut up," Matty chuckled in defeat, moving on to the next crate. He began with the ones opposite from her, so he shuffled to his right and Este to her left, face-to-face with one another. "Is there any vinyl you've been wanting?"

She pulled a record out, flipping it to read the track listing on the back, only to drop it into the place she found it once again. Not that one, thought Este. "There's this album called Stranger In The Alps that would be lovely to own. By Phoebe Bridgers. I feel like it has the perfect sound to spin in late-spring, you know? So I've been thinking about that a lot."

"I keep forgetting you're a Phoebe Bridgers fan,"

"Duh. Are you?" Este innocently wondered.

Chuckling, Matty nodded his head. "Yeah, I am." he admitted and stepped to his right again, continuing to flip. "She's done some BV's for the new album, actually. Had her in the studio when we were in LA—she's a good friend of mine,"

Her eyes caught his immediately. "You're joking."

He laughed and apologised for never mentioning it, while walking around to her side of the product. A few clicks on his phone files led him to what he was looking for. Grabbing the airpods that sat in his front pocket, he stuck one into his ear and then offered the other to Este. "Want to hear some of it?"

She nodded eagerly, starting to hear the gentle acoustic guitar. "What's this one called?"

"Doesn't have a real name yet. The file's titled 'Jesus Christ 2005 God Bless America', but that's probably temporary, I suppose. Phoebe actually sang an entire verse, if you want to listen." he suggested, skipping forward by dragging his thumb along the playback line.

An expression of pure bliss struck her face. She held eye contact with him as the chorus came back around and his voice could be heard below Phoebe's. It was simple, but poignant. She found herself without anything worthy of saying to follow it once the volume faded out.

"Este? Good? Bad? Worst thing you've ever heard?"

Grabbing the airpod from her ear, she handed it to him to return it to its case. "God, I love her." It was all she could fathom to comment on.

"That's all you have to say? No 'Wow, you're a songwriting genius! Your new album will be the best one ever created!' or anything?" Matty complained sarcastically. "Also, it won't be out for a while. So keep quiet."

"I compliment your songwriting enough. You're no Phoebe," argued Este, "And sure. It'll be my dirtiest secret."

They continued down the line of crates, pulling LPs one-by-one and showing them to one another. Some serious, some as jokes—like when Este lifted a copy of I like it when you sleep to tease Matty about it. They both had a couple wedged under their arms to consider buying.

Once in a while, they'd converge and flip through crates side by side, shoulders brushing together. Este would move to the next and snake her arm around Matty's lower back as she passed him. He'd catch her hand on the other side and squeeze it before she let go to get back to digging for more titles.

A canvas tote bag that carried Este's usual essentials was now stuffed with five vinyl. Two for her, three for him. When their feet hit the pavement once again, he brought up a nearby cafe.

"I think there's a cafe a few minutes down the road. Off The Ground Coffee, or something like that. Want to stop for a drink?" Matty asked, offering to carry the contents that tugged at Este's shoulder. She politely declined to hand it over and kept hold of it, but grinned at his chivalry.

"You say 'I think' as if you haven't fully planned this out. Like, I bet 'good coffee shops by Middlesbrough Station' is in your Google search history," Este teased. "But of course. Coffee sounds great."

"I hate how well you know me."

-

Matty sipped on a steaming flat white and Este an iced latte, both sitting at a quaint two-person table amidst the lunch hustle and bustle of Off The Ground on a Friday afternoon. They shared an almond croissant between the two of them and took turns taking bites.

"It's mainly just to track what you read. But, some of my favourite features are that you can rate and review them, and set a reading goal for how many books you want to read in a year. And see what your friends are reading. It gives you recommendations based on what you log, as well. I don't know, maybe it's lame." Este attempted to explain the purpose of using Goodreads, frustrated that his boyish Aries mind couldn't understand why she went through the extra effort to keep track of something physical within an app.

"I'm not saying it's lame, I've just never heard of anything like it before." Matty chuckled, swallowing his mouthful of pastry. "Can I see what it's like?"

She swiped through the organised home pages of her phone and opened the app, sliding it over on the table to let him see. Matty stared down in curiosity and used his finger to navigate its interface.

"This seems quite convenient, honestly. I see why you'd want to use it." he admitted, scrolling through the books she had virtually shelved. "Reviews?"

An internal panic set in as the idea of him reading her unnecessarily formal write-ups she sometimes inserted under the books she felt passionately about. Please don't read them.

"Oh, those are just—"

"Wow." he interrupted. "You weren't joking about reviewing being a favourite feature of yours,"

"I sort of just chat shit. After I finish something, the emotions are usually right at the surface, so it's easy for me to ramble and just spill whatever I feel at that moment into the text box," defended Este, horrified that she could see Matty opening and closing a few of them to scan through. She watched his eyes dart back and forth across the words.

A subtle smile sat on his face. "This isn't chatting shit," Matty decided. "These are like real, actual, meaningful reviews. Good ones. You're good at this."

The compliment encouraged her to take a gulp of her drink and finish the last chunk of croissant to avoid having to receive it well.

"I went to uni for it, sort of. So I'd hope they aren't bad," She laughed nervously.

Matty's eyebrows furrowed. "You went to uni for book reviewing?"

"Honours BA in Multimedia Journalism," Este clarified, "at Manchester Metropolitan."

"Why have I never known what you studied in school? I always assumed it would be English, or something snobby like that. So I wasn't too far off,"

"Dunno, just never thought to tell you." She shrugged. "Nothing wrong with a bit of snobbiness."

"Now I understand why I'd read the Bible if you recommended it to me. They should pay you for these," He shook his head, bewildered at the new information before passing the phone back to her. "Were you ever in that field professionally? Or ever thought about using your degree?”

Este thought about her answer. "I did some internships after graduating. Just never turned into anything livable. And Sam—being the businessman he is—with all of his investments and the property he owns, pays well. Greenhouse kept that passion for literature around and made me happy, and I think a quiet and mundane life was less scary at the time, so I stuck with it." She explained. "I do occasionally dream about writing for big media publications or something fancy like that, but I imagine it would be difficult to try and get back into it now."

"It's never too late to start something new, E. But I'm glad you're happy at the shop. You seem at home there." The last drop of Matty's coffee tipped back into his mouth. "Plus, you're helping fulfil this whole librarian fantasy I've been dreaming—"

A kick to the shin shut him up quickly as he giggled at his own joke. Her hand raised to her face in embarrassment, but she fought a smile that begged to appear.

"You're not funny."

-

The car journey back to where Matty and the crew were staying was smooth and quick—and everyone was lovely. By the time they arrived, it was dinner time, so a few of them gathered in one of the bigger rooms they had booked to order room service.

"Sorry that this setting for dinner isn't very luxurious," George complained as he sat on the edge of one of the bright white beds. He twirled noodles from the creamy pasta covering his plate with a fork and shovelled some into his mouth.

Este laughed and dismissed his apology. "Please, don't worry. I don't really associate music festivals with 'luxury' anyway. It's more about running on one single meal the whole weekend and almost weeing yourself while waiting in an hour long portaloo queue,"

Agreeing, the room reminisced about their days as teens going to gigs. They were all much more hardcore than Este though, making fun of her when she claimed that one of the best ones she'd been to was a Fiona Apple show.

"Were you moshing at Fiona Apple?" Ross asked with a chuckle in his voice.

"Hey, Fiona Apple is a badass," she said, standing up for herself. "You lot just don't get it."

They went on to have a couple of glasses of wine while different members of the band and team dropped in and out for a drink, and continued their chat about live music and how excited everyone was to be back in the UK. Much to Este's dismay, Matty would be heading back to America as soon as he'd arrived home. A New York show was on their schedule for just three days after their Sunday Big Weekend set, so a flight overseas was their itinerary for Monday afternoon. Any of their remaining free time was reserved for writing, as they did have another album on the horizon. It was unfortunate, but inevitable.

Because of the brief moment they had available to them, they wasted barely any of it—so when the late evening approached after filling their stomachs with hotel food, Matty and Este marched back down the hall to his room. A slight buzz put a pep in their step, from the wine.

It was their first minute alone in hours and the previous had been spent out and about in town, so Matty took advantage of the sudden privacy. He swiped the Hilton keycard into his door and followed Este in once it flashed green.

"Lovely dress you've got, by the way. Don't know if I've mentioned it yet," he complimented, catching up to her and feeling the material near her hips between his fingers.

Este pushed closer to him, wanting to close the gap, but waiting. "Thanks, love." Her lips formed a smile as her eyes trailed over every detail on the skin of his face. The thin wrinkles next to his eyes appeared when he smiled back.

"Sort of want you to take it off, though."

"Be my guest," She pulled him in for a kiss, their first since the one short-lived within the train station, mouths open with hunger. Este's fingers sat where Matty loved them, running through his hair and caressing the delicate skin on his neck. The whisper she uttered into his ear instructing him to sit down made him shudder.

Breaking apart to let him take a seat on the edge of the bed, Matty looked up at Este who was still standing. His legs were spread and she stood between them, gazing back down at him as they breathed heavily. Her hand sat gently on the side of his face as he used his feverish ones to feel up and down the material the hugged her torso. When he got to the back, the zipper became undone, revealing her bare tan skin.

"You don't even know how many times I've thought about you like this while I was away,"

She let the denim fall to the carpet and climbed onto Matty's lap to straddle him. All four of their hands desperately tugged his shirt off. Their lips reconnected.

"Oh yeah?" she urged. A moan left his mouth at the suggestiveness in her voice. "When would you think about me?" Este asked the question with her lips against the skin on his neck.

He tilted his jaw away to give her more space, eyes closed in pleasure and mouth slightly agape. "When I was alone."

"Alone and doing what? Touching yourself?"

Matty bit his lip at the way she was egging him on. Pressure built in his pants as she shifted her hips and let them grind against him. Her lips back against his prevented him from answering coherently, so he nodded slowly.

She moved her hands from around his neck down to run over his bare chest and step off of his lap. It wasn't often that Este was this forward—but the months without him inspired the fire within her to bubble to the surface. Matty surely wasn't complaining. Eye contact was prolonged as he watched her kneel in front of him. Her gaze met his through her dark eyelashes.

"You're so gorgeous, down on your knees for me."

The fly of his trousers unzipped painfully slowly. Matty fell backwards onto his elbows, peering over his chest that heaved up and down at Este, who palmed him through his pants while planting kisses on his lower stomach.

He was already hard and hissed in pain when she pulled back the waistband of his white Calvin Kleins to take him in her hand. She let a drop of spit fall from her lips from above, and the two of them watched it land and allow her fist to move slickly over his length. Quiet whimpering could be heard from Matty. She clenched her thighs together at the sound.

"Do you want me to use my mouth?" Este asked, looking up innocently as if she wasn't speaking filth and driving him mad.

"Please," begged Matty, not able to form any other words with the pleasure of her stroking his cock overwhelming his conscience.

Finally, she slid her lips over him and used her tongue to swirl around the sensitive tip. His moans only got louder and more frenzied as Este took him in further. Matty swept the hair that fell forward back behind her head and held it in place for her. She hummed out a moan when he hit the back of her throat, its vibration bringing him to slightly push her head back down with the hand that gripped her hair. It was gentle, and turned Este on, so she moaned again.

His hips buckled upwards as he groaned out her name over and over with euphoria. Replacing her mouth with her hand for a split second, Este came up to take a breath and mutter words that almost made him finish on the spot.

"Are you gonna come in my mouth, baby?"

Face writhing in pain and gratification, Matty nodded. The action made a strand of hair flop forward and stick to his sweaty forehead. Her cheeks hollowed, taking him to her limit and tilting her head back so he could see her face while doing it. Este's hand made up for whatever she couldn't fit while she felt his breath become shaky and his muscles convulse. She didn't stop, and only increased her speed and furthered her depth.

A wave of pleasure took over Matty's body as he gasped and came across her tongue. "Este, shit," he cried. She moaned with him and let his hips thrust to ride out his orgasm, eventually swallowing and letting his length fall back against his stomach. Grinning, head hazy with arousal, Este climbed up to meet his lips with hers and collapsed next to him on the mattress.

Matty's hand inching between her legs signalled the beginning of a long night. Hot breath surrounded them. Their cheeks were the same shade of pink. And they made up for the time they'd spent apart.

--- 26 May, 2019

The next two days flew by far too quickly. They were a blur, for Este. Saturday consisted of driving out to Stewart Park to catch some acts in the afternoon. Sam Fender, Billie Eilish, and Charli XCX were a few they came out to see, and Este was excited to get to do so from the artist areas; secluded from the big crowds. She had the time of her life screaming the lyrics to Boys and 1999 back to Charli without a care in the world.

But, nothing was as exhilarating as seeing Matty up on the main stage when the sun began to set on Sunday. It was huge. Lights from the screen behind them lit up the thousands of faces in the crowd below, and Matty, dressed formally for the occasion, performed his heart out. She shouldn't be shocked by how much the band continued to impress her, but each time Este saw them live, it felt even more powerful than the previous.

After closing out the night, a much needed series of after parties were seen by the group. Matty dragged Este by the hand to each of them, enthusiastically introducing her to some of the acts she watched earlier in the weekend with a grin on his face. As new and surreal as the environment was for her, she felt safe. Things were easy with Matty next to her.

But eventually, everyone's energy began to dwindle and they had to call it, hopping in a car to head back to the hotel. It was loud and obnoxiously filled with giggly conversation as the group sobered up together on the journey. They parted ways when each person found their room, most desperate for rest after a strenuous day.

Both Matty and Este were exhausted. As soon as their unmade bed was in sight, he flopped down onto it, face first. A tired groan came from him and was muffled against the comforter.

"Hey, it's not time for bed yet. We have to brush our teeth." she said as she tugged on Matty's arm, forcing him to sit back up.

"I don't care if my teeth are clean, I'm ready to fucking sleep."

Este refused his protests and made him walk to the toilet with her anyway. "Up you get," His feet dragged across the carpet in annoyance. "Come on. We should drink water, and take some tablets, too. You'll thank me in the morning."

Humouring her, Matty followed through with her instructions instead of sleeping in his sweaty clothes and waking up regretting it. He slipped off his button up and replaced the far too fancy trousers he wore all day with a pair of gym shorts that were sat on the bathroom floor. In a pile with them, was one of Matty's t-shirts. He picked it up—but instead of putting it on, he left his upper body bare and handed it to Este so she could sport it. She thanked him and wore just that and her knickers.

After squeezing her tube of toothpaste to her toothbrush and his, Este looked at Matty through the mirror in front of them. His eyes were tired, but happy to be looking at hers. Catching her stare while the two of them brushed their teeth in unison, he bumped his hip against hers playfully. Since she didn't expect it, she stumbled to the side from the impact and rolled her eyes.

Matty's shoulders bounced up and down as he chuckled, and Este pulled out her phone to snap a laughably domestic mirror selfie of the two of them pampering up in comfortable silence. They both smiled with their top and bottom teeth, forcing toothpaste to spill out of  the corners of their mouths. She looked back at the photo and laughed at the state of them both, eyes barely open and minimal clothes draping over their bodies.

Somehow, she convinced him to stay awake even longer to do some skin care. "You need it babe, trust me." said Este.

"Can you at least do it for me? I seriously can't be arsed," he complained, turning to her and closing his eyes, as if he was giving Este the green light to start giving him a wash. She threw him a 'Really?' back, in disbelief, but agreed after washing her own face. Her wet hands with cleanser on them started rubbing against his skin.

His eyes stayed shut as the foamy soap built up on his face. Focusing, Este came close, her touch gentle and caring. Less than a minute of scrubbing passed when Matty peeked out with one eye and studied her face. When she noticed he was looking at her, she smiled and made her dimple appear.

"I see you glance down at my dimple like every time I smile, Matty." Este pointed out, then ran a flannel under the tap to get it damp. "It doesn't change, you know. Always there, always the same. No need to check up on it,"

"Your dimple was one of the first things I noticed about you. I can't help it," Matty said quietly as she wiped the product off his face.

She followed the cleanser with a bit of face cream, and he hummed at the quite therapeutic feeling of her hands across his face. His eyes fluttered closed again.

"Am I putting you to sleep?" she asked.

"It's like a face massage," commented Matty. "Any longer and you might."

"Alright, all done."

The bathroom light was switched off. They walked back out to the bed, but swallowed back a couple of Ibuprofen before climbing in. It was dark, and the microwave clock glowed green, reading a shockingly late time. Once the sheets covered them both, Matty rolled over to nuzzle himself against her. A soft and drained voice left his lips.

"Thank you for coming out this weekend, E."

She looked over her shoulder to look at him, but his eyes were already shut. "Thank you for headlining huge festivals like a rockstar and letting me come see you play. I've had the most fun."

"It's no biggie," he replied, sarcastically humble. "I missed you too much to let you only stay for one night. I'm really glad you agreed to the Friday train."

"I don't think you missed me as much as I missed you," argued Este. Her eyes closed with exhaustion, too.

"I highly doubt that. But I appreciate the sentiment," It took a couple of seconds before Matty responded, so she thought he may have dozed off. "You can ask the guys, they never hear the end of it." He muttered one last comment before erupting into snores.

A smitten smile broke out on Este's face as she imagined Matty talking about her in fondness and appreciation like he claimed he did. But quickly, it fell when she remembered she'd be leaving for home in mere hours.

She tried to shake the thought out of her head but failed, already missing the thing that laid right next to her as she passed out in a slumber.

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[now-we-say-c0ral]

March 22, 2023

Woke up at 7am and told Siri to wake me up after 30 minutes and was surprised when she told me that she'll wake me up at 7.30am. I thought that wasn't right because work starts at 7.45am and then I realised that I was off today and the only reason why I had an alarm is that I have an appointment today withy my dermatologist. Texted Eddie good morning and called my grandma and sister. Won Wordle with two attempts and I could feel Eddie's dismay over text.

Didn't catch the bus on time so had to wait another 5 minutes and I was a bit worried that I might miss my appointment. GP gave me an option to take oral antibiotics or take a topical one. It's one or the other because she can't risk me having resistance to antibiotics. I chose to take oral antibiotics and she prescribed me a few medical creams and a very expensive cleanser and moisturizer that helps me reduce my sebum because apparently I have oily skin fuck this shit. Fuck the price. 38GBP just for a cleanser and a moisturizer. La Rosch Posay why do you have to be so anti-poor? My desperate-ass just bought it blind. I was planning to go to JD to have a look at this converse shoe I've been eyeing on but didn't because I spent a lot already this day. Got a haircut today and I like it. I'm going back to that barber, I swear. Went to the gym and did back, chest, abs, and legs today and a bit of cardio. It was a strong session. My pull-ups are getting better. Maybe I could come and climb with Eddie one of these days, or maybe not. Just thinking about climbing scares the hell out of me and my hands sweat like crazy. Got some Starbucks from Tesco on my way home and passed by the post office to pick-up some letters and got my CC from HSBC which I'll be using from now on. Cooked some noodles with the San Marino Corned Tuna and that'll be my lunch for the next two days. Put my TV in its box because I'll be selling it to Misch this payday and threw my vibrating pad in the bin. I hope someone buys my shoe rack because otherwise I'll be throwing it in the bin too. Watched 2 episodes of Euphoria and gosh why do they make taking drugs look artsy? I'm kind of insecure that I haven't tried weed at 27 years old. I would want to just so I could say that I have. Weed's not exactly that kind of drug but it's the feeling of novelty, I guess. My GOSH manager has called me and told me that my start date will either be on the 8th of the 22nd and since I'll be on leave on the 26th-29th, they can't give me the 22nd. I have to finish two weeks. I have to talk to Ate Airen about adjusting my last day in DSU on the 6th because I have to give myself time to move from here to Eddie's. It's all happening... Also, my BRP will be coming through the post within 2 days. It's really happening. Played a few games in Pokemon Unite. Can't wait for Friday. I'll definitely massacre Diablo 4 Open Beta. I'll be a necromancer.

Today's thoughts are about me being insecure. About many things that I don't have that others do. Experiences that I don't have, my social life, my circle, these kind of stuff. I guess I want to have that. I have to acknowledge these feelings and accept myself in the present and pat myself in the back and be my own supporter. I have to make these things happen to me in my own time. It's not going to happen overnight. I have to be patient and when moments and opportunities come, I have to seize and make the most out of them. I'm a jealous soul. Another way to word it is that I just want the good that everyone else is having.

[piastrinorris]

Curiosity Is Killing Me

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Genre: smut

Tags: 18+ (MINORS DON'T EVEN THINK), p in v, oral (m + f receiving), degradation, mixed praise too

Summary: When sleepovers with your best friend become a ruse for her sneaking her own boyfriends in, it's not your fault that the only other distraction is her brother...

Word count: 3583

At first, you think it must just be a trick your ears are playing on you. A passing sound that happened to sound like a moan, that happened to be coming from your best friend's brother’s bedroom, that happened to sound exactly like Steve's cadence. You carry on to the bathroom as if it was nothing, but on your way back, you take your time walking past Steve's door again, to hear that moan again.

You assume it must be a Harrington kid thing, to sneak in people by way of far more innocent means - in your best friend's case, making sure that her family knowing you're here means they won't dare enter her room or the guest suite, which the lie is that that's where the two of you plan to hang out to not disturb the sleeping family. In reality, you stay in the guest bedroom all night while she and her boyfriend have a secret night in.

You don't mind, too much. She always says she'd do the same for you, if only you'd be interested enough in someone, and you don't doubt that, she's a good friend. Except there's only one person you're interested in, and you can't tell her it's her brother.

Safe in the knowledge that everyone else is in their bedroom for the night, you go to her door and give the "all-clear" knock. She cracks open her door and grins, "You know I love you forever, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes. "Isn't it, like… Extra risky, you and Steve sneaking around on the same night?"

Her brow furrows, "Steve doesn't sneak girls in, he just waits until Mom and Dad are out."

You nod slowly. "Got it. 'Kay. Goodnight. Night, Ryan!" You shout-whisper over her shoulder, and see a thumbs-up raise in response.

"I'll come get you when the coast is clear!" your best friend hisses as she closes the door. 

You know you should just go back to the guest suite and sleep it all off. But that sound. If it wasn't Steve with somebody…

Images flood your brain of him: head thrown back against the headboard, his dark and luscious hair spilling down the back of his neck; his beautiful, pink, plump lips just parted enough to let those delicious moans roll right out of him; freckled chest shaking with bated breaths as the rest of his body seeks its friction against his wide, strong hand wrapped tightly around his member. Of course, you've never seen it for yourself, but the pants he wears leave little to the imagination, and the one time you'd been in the front row at a swim meet is permanently etched into your brain.

~~~

Steve really tried to hold off for as long as possible. Thankfully so, since his sister's latest piece had miscalculated which window to attempt to climb into. Now, that would have been awkward. But eventually, something had to give. He needed some kind of release, even if it wasn't a whole one. His cock was still screaming against his boxers, and Steve had felt it dangerous enough to discard his jeans after he feared the potential friction burn.

He knows what he has to do. Picking out his favourite tape, the one with that actress in, he puts it into the VHS player his dad had bought him to get him to shut up about something he’d overheard on the phone once. Keeping the remote control at hand, and making sure the volume wasn’t loud, he reaches into his nightstand for his trusted bottle of lotion, slides the offending garment off and slips beneath his covers. Lubing up his hand, he knows the rhythm of this video well enough by now. He can start off by giving himself a gentle release, barely any pressure, just the feeling of his fingertips sliding up and down his member. Of course, yours would feel far more dainty than his, but there’s no way he’d just waltz into the other room and proposition you.

As the video progresses, Steve starts jerking himself off with more virility. If he squints while the actress is on screen, he can pretend that it’s you. That thought only gets him more excited, and he moves faster, harder, feeling himself start to build up, until- Shit, is that your voice? Fuck. He’s already so far gone, he can’t just stop now. And besides, you’re probably just saying goodnight. You wouldn’t have any need to come past Steve’s room. Still, he wraps his finger and thumb tightly around the base of his cock as he continues to relieve himself, just until he knows the coast is clear.

It isn’t. There’s a knock at his door, and he just about has enough time to grab a pillow, shove it under the pillow and hit the power button on the TV control before you’re already inviting yourself in.

“Uh, hi?” Steve clears his throat. You weren’t expecting him to be shirtless, but then it’s perfectly normal for a guy to not wear a shirt to bed. “What’s up?”

The dishevelled look of his bed doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Your curiosity piques as you step further into his room. “Nothing. Just wanted to hang out a little before I go to bed.” Steve tries to smile as softly as he can, not wanting you to think he’s rude but also silently willing you to please god, get out of here so he can relieve himself. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, I was just - just watching something on the TV,” he shrugs, “but I’m about to hit the hay.”

“What’re you watching?” you ask, reaching for the control, but he snatches it away from you quickly. You quickly realise why, and gasp. “Steve Harrington, were you watching… adult movies?!”

Trying his absolute best to act casual, he scoffs, “Okay, yes, I was, because remarkably, I am an adult, as are you. I’m sure you’ve watched something by now.” It takes all his mental willpower not to imagine you getting off in this exact moment.

“Not all of us have parents rich enough to give us TVs in our own room.” You shake your head, quickly grabbing the control away from him and switching it on, to Steve’s horror, as you ask, “So is the one you’re watching any good o- Oh.” You stare at the paused sight in front of you. A very naked woman posed over a very naked man. The man you’re not so interested in. It’s the fact that the woman has the exact same body shape, complexion, hair texture, colour and length, everything is almost identical to you.

Steve snatches the control back from you and switches it off. “’S just coincidence,” he mutters as an explanation, but you’re not buying it. 

A confident pride takes over your entire body. “Did you pick this one out for its content? Or for the… Actress?” He doesn’t answer, so you continue, “You know, I was walking past earlier…”

Steve’s eyes widen. “Aren’t you in the guest suite tonight?”

You look just as confused back at him. “How do you know that?!” He explains his encounter with Ryan. “Oh. Right. Well, yeah, but I didn’t know you knew, so I thought it would look weird if I didn’t have my toothbrush and stuff in you guys’ bathroom. So I was walking past and I… Heard…”

"Oh," his cheeks tint a weaker shade of the lips that he licks nervously. "So, you heard… The sounds I was making… From out there, huh?" You nod, and he curses, "Oh, shit," under his breath. As you shuffle up to sit yourself right next to him in the bed, he asks you in a whisper, brow furrowing, "Why are you getting closer?" He doesn't give you much time before realisation dawns in his eyes. In the same hushed volume, but with a smug excitement in his undertone, he asks you, "Is it because you liked what you heard?" You nod, not being able to tear your eyes away from his, pools of melted caramel hidden amongst his eyelashes as he studies your whole face. "Is it because you like thinking about my hand, wrapped around my cock, underneath the sheets here? Is that why you didn't leave any time between knocking and opening the door? Were you trying to see it?"

"C-can I… See it now?" You ask sheepishly, having nowhere else to turn at this point.

He pulls the sheets off him, pillow and all, to reveal his entirely nude form, down to what you could only describe as a raging erection. Thicker than you've ever seen, longer than you've ever seen, a singular vein protruding along the side, an entirely brand new experience. "Yeah, there you go," he encourages, still whispering as he watches your face light up at the sight. "Wanna reach down for yourself, and grab it?"

Still not taking his eyes off of yours, he finds your wrist and guides it to the base of his shaft, which your fingers wrap themselves around. He already felt well-lubed up, and so sliding your hand up and down it was next to nothing, though you could easily work his entire length if your position allowed you to slide your other hand down there, too. He reaches a finger up to push your jaw into a position where he could immediately start kissing you openly. His tongue craves access to yours, and he expresses his gratitude when you grant him it by gently sliding his own hand beneath your pyjama top, down your stomach and into your shorts, cupping the hot and wet mess that you were rapidly becoming.

"Do you like that?" he whispers, his breath tickling your lips, "When I grab you down there? In these short fucking shorts, with no panties on?"

You nod, whimpering shakily, "Please, Steve, touch me there."

He smirks. "Did you have this planned, doll? Is this what you wanted to happen tonight?" Steve asks, his fingertips still barely grazing your core. "You wanted to fuck your best friend's brother?" He again doesn't wait for you to answer before grazing his fingers through your wetness. You whimper, and he presses the gap between you closed again to grin, his teeth pressing against your lips. “You’re mighty overdressed between the two of us, baby. Why don’t you take that shirt off?”

You nod, leaning away just enough to pull the tank top off of your body. Steve hums with pure delight as he watches your tits get pulled up with the fabric, to bounce back down again. Once you’ve discarded it behind you, he leans in again for more open kisses, still not quite touching you how you’d like. You mewl at him, and he eventually pulls away to whisper, “Lay on your back.”

You comply, and he kisses all over your torso, paying extra close attention to kissing and suckling on your nipples. You cry out a high-pitched whine in delight as your back arches beneath him. He continues his journey, kissing down your stomach, to the waistband of your shorts. With a quick two-tone whistle, he gestures with his fingers for you to lift your ass up so he can pull them down. Once they’re off, he stares between your legs, taking a deep breath in to moan underneath his exhalation, “Oh, fuck yes.”

He clambers onto his stomach, propped up by his elbows, to settle between your legs and start to gently lap at the wetness already soaking your lower lips with his tongue. You squirm at the touch, and he grins, “You like it when I use my tongue, baby?” His voice is low and thick with arousal. You let out an uh-huh and he moves to flick his tongue rapidly back and forth against your clit. Watching his tongue move is enough of a turn-on, but seeing those big brown eyes look longingly back up at you completely ruins you. Your hand reaches for his hair, raking it with your fingers and gripping every time he wraps his lips around it to suck on it.

“Oh fuck, you taste so fucking good,” he groans before laying his tongue flat against your slit, again looking up at you and maintaining eye contact as he licks all the way up. “Goddamn, getting so wet, just for me, could feast on you for hours, fuck.” He slips two fingers easily inside of you, watching you fall apart at his touch as he spreads them out inside you.

“Fuck, Steve,” you groan, “need you so bad.”

“Yeah?” he asks with a smirk, getting up onto his knees. He moves to straddle your chest commanding, “Sit up on your elbows.” You do so, and your lips just graze where he’s holding the head of his cock out to you. He raises his eyebrows at you, almost challenging you, and you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to lay flat and wide beneath it. “Oh, good girl,” he moans as he slides himself into your mouth. Your lips are stretched taut around him as he pushes slowly in and out of you, “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, yes, suck my cock, just like that. Oh, fuck, you’re so good.” When he can tell you can’t take him much further, he instead pulls all the way out of you to tell you, “Want you to suck on these balls, please.” Something about him being so commanding and yet still pleading with you has you throbbing, especially when he coos, “Ah, fuck, you just love sucking on them, don’t you?” You nod excitedly in reply, and he reaches down to push your hair back. “My good little slut likes having my cock in her mouth, don’t you?” he asks as he guides himself back into your mouth.

The praise mixed with the degradation turns you into an absolute mess. You moan and whine around his cock, looking up at him desperately. He looks just as ready as you do, shuffling himself away from you to grab something out of the nightstand. You watch him sliding his condom on, enamoured, and he smirks at the sight of you studying him.

He returns to lean over you, placing the head of his cock right between your folds and gently sliding it up and down. You whine again, though this time out of impatience. Steve pouts at you, “Aww, do you not like getting teased? Hmm? Like how you tease me by coming over to sleep over all the damn time wearing shorts just like those? That barely even cover your ass cheeks?” He presses himself just against your clit, and you mewl even louder. “Or like how you always wear that swimsuit when you’re out back, modest enough that nobody else knows what you’re doing, but fuck, the way it fits you, you definitely show yourself off for me, don’t you, baby? You sexy little fucker.”

“Steve, please,” you beg. “Need - inside me, please.”

“As you wish,” he smirks, pushing himself slowly into you. His fingers certainly helped prepare you for the size of him, but you still hiss as he moves gently further and further into you, constantly watching your face for any sign of discontent. He sits inside you for a while, leaning in to whisper, “Tell me when it feels good, yeah?” before starting to kiss you. This kiss feels more than just a spur of the moment flurry of passion, this is something he’s wanted for a while.And so you give him back just as much fervour, eventually starting to slide your own hips back and forth against his member. It’s still not totally comfortable at first, but you grab his shoulder before he can try and pull out and reassure him that it just takes time.

Soon, the discomfort dissipates and now all you want is for this man to fuck you, no matter how or where. “Steve,” you coo into his ear while he’s kissing your neck.

“Yes, baby?” he asks. “Are you ready?”

You let out an mm-hm so he knows even without looking at you, and he looks back up to start rocking, gently, in and out of you. You bite your lip as your eyes roll in ecstasy, and that smug little smirk of his returns. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about, when you come over? When you see me, do you think about taking this cock all the fucking time? Is that really why you come over, so you can come and fucking gawk at me, you little slut? Curious about how good it would feel if I fucked you? Does it all seem worth it now?”

You writhe against him, willing him deeper, moaning, “God, fuck, yes.”

“Such a dirty little whore, pretending to be here for anything other than wondering whether I can make you scream,” he drawls. “Here’s the thing, baby, I know I can. And so do you. But not tonight, okay?” You nod desperately. “Attagirl. Fuck, you feel so much better than I imagined.”

He starts to move quicker inside of you, pressing his forehead to yours as you both moan into each others’ mouths. “D-d’you think - about me, too?” you ask, and he grins back at you.

“Do I? Of course I fucking do,” he drawls. “I think about you all the fucking time. Every time you come over, I - fuck - I jerk myself off to the thought of you. Especially being in that big ol’ guest bed by yourself, I just wanna get in there with you, and - fuck, slip my cock in you from behind and absolutely destroy you.” He lets out a truly feral moan, almost a growl. “God, fuck, and you don’t even know. Until now, you didn’t even know that I get myself off to you just a few doors away, thinking about - fucking your face, and taking you from behind, fucking you on my desk as I pull your hair and wrap my hand around your throat, just fucking the shit out of you.”

You feel every word of his hit your core as your climax starts to build. “Oh god, Steve, I -”

Mid-flow, Steve doesn’t seem to hear you. “Think about - shit, about cumming all over you, cumming inside you, oh my god, filling you up with my cum, doesn’t that sound so fucking good?” In any other situation, you may have thought not, but having Steve fuck his own cum deep inside of you? Now it’s all you want. You bite your lip and moan at the thought, and he strokes your hair. “Yeah? Sounds good, doesn’t it, baby? Being my personal little cumslut, god, I’d make sure you never had to work a day in your life so I could use you.”

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re totally dick-drunk at this point, but in this moment, the thought of being Steve Harrington’s cocksleeve sounds like the ultimate life goal. “Fuck, Steve,” you cry. “Wanna - be your… Your personal fucktoy, please?”

“Oh, you sexy fucking bitch,” he groans as he starts to move faster inside of you. “Fuck, can’t wait to make - so many thoughts a reality… You bouncing on my cock, sucking me off until I cum all over that pretty little face… Gonna fuck you in front of a mirror so you can watch how pathetic you are when my cock is inside of you.”

“P-please, Steve, I’m - I’m so fucking close now, please,” you beg. 

Steve, now covered in a thin layer of sweat, pushes his hair aside to watch you as he rubs your now oversensitive clit. “Do it, baby, cum for me. Fuck, cum for me like you’re going to every single day for the rest of your fucking life.”

You fall apart at his words, clenching over his cock as your orgasm finally washes over you The sensation brings Steve over the edge too as he buries his head into your neck to bite your shoulder.

Steve makes quick work of getting off of you, throwing the condom away, and fetching a towel from his dresser to clean you up with. In a very quick contrast, he slips next to you to pull you in to wrap his arm around you. “Are you good?” he asks softly.

You nod, still feeling rather light-headed. “Little sore, down there, but it’ll pass. Um, did - did you mean, all that stuff you said?”

“Yeah,” Steve replies, almost matter-of-factly. “Now it’s out there, can’t exactly take it back.”

“Even when - you said you’d want me… Every day?” you ask quietly.

Steve pulls your face over to kiss it sweetly. “Especially that part. C’mon,” he hunts for the pillow he’d used to protect his modesty earlier, and his comforter, and sets up his bed accordingly again as he wraps you both up.

You giggle, “What will your sister say when I’m not in the other bed?”

“Well, what’s she going to do, admit you’re missing? When you’re meant to be in the same room? Doubt it,” Steve mutters sleepily against your skin.

“Yeah, but, like. When she finds out where I’ve been,” you explain.

“Then I’ll simply tell her she shouldn’t have made it my role to be a good host,” he replies, “now I really gotta sleep. Goodnight, beautiful.”

“Goodnight yourself, handsome,” you smirk, and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before the pair of you drift off to sleep in each others’ embrace.

[kaepop-trash]

can we get the first time johnny and y/n hook up in no time to blame

Next Time

It's finally here! Maybe Johnny is just the slow burn guy. Or maybe it's just me being in a lazy headspace lately. This was not edited in hindsight.

Requests for this are still open!

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Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Sex, Making Out, Oral (female receiving), Touch Starved Characters, Friends With Benefits, Soft!Dom Johnny with a Tendency Towards Hard!Dom, Hints Of Degradation Kink, They're Both In Love With Other People, It's Just a Little Complicated And Messy (Intentional).

WC: 4.9k

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"How was your week at work?" Johnny questioned as they were halfway up the elevator ride. The mundane question felt strange after the silence that had jelled between them since the cab. It made her look up at him, wide eyed and lost, to meet the usual warmth of his gaze. 

A breath passed and she swallowed the ball of nerves in her throat, willing herself to match his demeanor. "The usual. Nothing to be worried about." She shrugged, her eyes turning to wander the small space. "How was yours?" She asked the moment she remembered her manners.

"The same." He pursed his smile, "Nothing to be worried about."

She could only nod in response. It was hard to come up with something to say back, not when her mind was churning.

"Did you cook that octopus yet?" He questioned after a moment, once again speaking like this was just another day they were hanging out.

The question made her look up, the words initially drawing no thoughts before her mind gathered back and recalled the previous evening. 

The supermarket had fresh octopus that you had to buy in bulk. Johnny had agreed to take half when she had asked.

"No. I was thinking about cooking it tomorrow." She explained. 

"Did you have a recipe in mind?" He asked, lifting his back off the elevator's wall. It dinged to a stop at his floor at the same time.

"Not really, I was just going to see what I had." She spoke after they got off on his floor.

"Great." He turned to her, walking with his back to his path. It made her realise that Johnny was a little drunk. "You can make my half for lunch tomorrow instead." He smiled, turning around to walk properly after.

Oh. It took her a beat to get what he so delicately implied. They stopped at his door, his keys jangling while she began to fidget with the hem of her dreas. He pushed the door, holding it open before turning to her.

(Y/N) took a step closer, "Do you want to have it spicy?" She questioned with a devious smile, already knowing the answer.

"No." He stated, following behind her into the apartment. 

She switched the light on, taking her shoes off. "It's a pity really," Once discarded, she stood back straight and brushed her hands on her hips . "That you have the tongue of a toddler." She clicked her tongue.

Johnny finished taking off his own shoes, standing up so close to her that she had to crane her neck up. The closest he'd probably ever stood to her.

Oh. 

She raised her head, noticing how low his chin fell just to meet her gaze.

Oh.

He raised a brow, "What's a pity is how many of your taste buds are damaged for you to be okay with eating as much spice as you do." He mumbled.

She laughed, the reasoning one she hadn't heard before. Her pat on his chest was meant to push him back. In reality it gave her enough time to slip into the living room.

"I'll make your bland octopus. Don't worry about it." She nodded, looking around like she needed to. Like she didn't know his apartment better than her own new one.

"That's alright." He stepped closer, carving a place out in her personal space one again. So close. The heat from his chest was close enough to be felt through her dress. (Y/N) crossed her arms in a subconscious attempt to curl into herself. 

"I'm not worried about anything." Johnny mused, his tone as casual as it was on most days. Even though today was a far cry from most.

"Good." She answered.

"Are you?" He asked.

She considered the question. Wondering how she could answer it in a way that didn't sound burdensome.

"No I just." She paused, thinking over her words before giving in to the truth. "I hate change." She confessed, those three words leaving her feeling more exposed than she expected.

Johnny circled around to stand in front of her with a curious gaze. Cupping her cheeks in his palms, he lifted her head and met his gaze with a warm smile.

"Hey, it's still me." He moved his face closer, "I haven't changed. I'm not going to. It's us. We're best friends, remember?" His hands landed on her shoulders to give them a reassuring squeeze.

Her cheeks dusted pink, the words never failing to assuage her. She gave him a smile, stepping closer.

"That isn't going to change. Never. I promise you." He smiled with a nod meant to convince. She nodded back, some of her nerves disappearing.

"Johnny." Her voice was fragile, mind toying with a difficult question. Her heart jumped when he hummed, giving her the gentlest smile that gave her unprecedented butterflies. "What if we regret it?" She whispered.

The question scared her for strange reasons. One one hand it felt like a necessary thing to ask before they did something they could never take back. On the other, as she only just realised, she was scared that he'd agree and want this to stop.

"Then we don't let it ruin our friendship." His gaze didn't waver.

There was something about his words, how he chose to frame his declaration. Of course, it was something a person like Johnny would do. He didn't claim to control what they might feel later; but he could say with certainty what he'd do about it irrespective. It made her look at him with a renewed clarity. 

Johnny with his eyes furrowed from concern, one hand on her arm and the other against her neck. His thumb stroked over her pulse in soothing circles, waiting for her to speak.

Except, she didn't know what to say. So her hand reached out for his face but she lost her nerve and settled for his chest. Without looking up to him, she gave him a nod. Worried about how he'd react, she was taken aback when he snorted with mischief in his lilt.

"You have an important mission to look forward to after all." His thumb brushed right under her bottom lip, "You promised that octopus will make me like seafood. This could be the real make or break of our friendship." The mix of his actions and words left her dizzy, like two different people had suddenly combined into one. 

His words, nonetheless, did what they were intended to do. It was easy to fall back into rhythm with him. Even as the tempo seemed to be changing into something yet to be appreciated.

"And you don't want it to be spicy?" She questioned. Her own words did what she wanted them to. He looked taken aback— if only for a moment.

Then he stood up straight, arms still on her shoulder. "How bad can it be?" He asked like it was a dare, one hand reaching over so he could use his fingers to run through her hair.

It was hard to focus long enough to even form a response. Each time his nails grazed too close to her scalp, her senses melted away further.

"I guess we'll have to find out." Was all she could form, fighting against the urge to close her eyes. A pleased smile formed on his lips at the words. 

He took a step closer, already cosy in her personal space. She felt her insides squeeze. This close, it was like she was seeing Johnny Suh in a whole new light.

Had he always been this irresistible? She wondered, suddenly forced to confront the realisation she has been holding off. 

Slowly, through the past months, the idea she held of this man had chipped away the more she got used to him. His each action, words and disposition turned so familiar that she could slowly begin to see them in a newer, closer, light. 

Each gaze he gave her, each time his fingers found a new part of her skin to innocently toy with. It was like a slow unravelling of the Johnny she had once known. Like he was chipping away at her mind to make just enough space to fit in this new side of him.

"I can work with that." He stated, leaning over to kiss her forehead. A newly minted type of intimacy that hadn't existed before was sealed with it, one she surprisingly found herself taking to like fish to water.

When he drew back, one hand slid down her arm and stopped to thread their fingers together. He looked down at it with a sad smile, his mood suddenly turning solemn when he looked back up. 

With a distant gaze he pushed her hair off her shoulders, dragging his fingers through the back of her head till her eyes fought to roll back. He kept up the efforts while she fought back her urge, both silently watching the other for several moments before Johnny parted his lips.

"Can I ask you something?" His voice dropped lower.

She hummed, having closed her eyes just moments before. He stayed silent for another moment and it gave her the window to focus on the sensation of his skin against hers.

"Do you miss being held?" It was a simple question. One that made her eyes shoot open with a jolt. 

Combined with the look on his face, the words made her feel irrevocably vulnerable. Her speechless look must have been an answer enough because he smiled with meek solidarity.

He tightened his grip on her back, tugging her towards him with a gentle grip. Her breathing broke into a fit, rising till it felt like she was gasping. 

He was embracing her. In a way that he never had, Johnny held her against him with an extremely soft hold. A hold that nonetheless bled a certain amount of destitution that tugged at her heart.

"Yeah, me too." He chuckled once he pulled away, cupping her cheek to look at her with fragile eyes.

So close. She could see the mole on his cheek, one she had seen countless times before but never observed. Her senses blurred at the corners like she was looking at an old picture. Like a photograph that was fading at the corners from age. In this light Johnny looked like a relic: beautiful and just out of reach.

She dared to inch her fingers to his neck in retaliation for the thought. Silent understanding passed between them with a nod from her. One that made closing the leftover gap a little easier as she embraced him.

Her head rested against his chest, arms circling his waist with a reassuring squeeze.

"I get it." She confessed with a whisper. And being here, in the comfort of his embrace, she meant it too. In fact, she now knew that this was one of the things they both shared a mutual understanding of.

Pulling away just enough, she took the chance to kiss him. Something sparked in her as he seemed to melt into her, all their doubts and hesitation giving way to something entirely new. As she dragged her tongue over his, all trepidations began to evolve into the electric need to finish what was started weeks ago.

Johnny's thoughts bounced between being clouded from desire and razor sharp from sensation. "Bed." He groaned against her lips, biting his tongue like anything beyond the single word would give away his swirling apprehension. He pressed his pelvis against hers, a vulgar attempt at making his case.

They stumbled back a few steps, wadding towards their intended destination. The sound of her knocking against something made him freeze. Johnny pulled back just as she groaned, concern replacing every other emotion in his eyes as he looked down.

"I told you this coffee table is too high." Her bottom lip jutted out. "I always hit my knee." Eyelashes fluttered as her eyes opened.

He kneaded her calf where he assumed the impact happened. The displeased pout that formed on her lips would make him laugh at her on a different day. But today he needed to force an amused smile.

"You're just too short." His eyes refused to look away from her now swollen lips, glistening and flushed thanks to him.

"Asshole." Her gaze was scathing. It did nothing but entice his most closely guarded desires.

"Are you all talk, or do you know how to bite too? I've always been curious about that." He let the long held question out. Her brows lifted in surprise and it only made the smirk that emerged on his face more triumphant. "Just bark then, I suppose." He shrugged, hand slipping into hers as he guided her without distraction this time.

"Which one are you?" She asked as they walked into his room. He watched like he was studying her, noting the way her eyes fell to his bed and she swallowed. When she turned though, there was no panic in her eyes. 

Johnny licked his lips, caging her between him and the foot of his bed.

"Nothing like you, I'm afraid." He promised, using a single index finger to push her into his bed.

Tossing his last shred of shame out the window, his eyes raked over her frame. He watched her chest rise and fall faster with each swipe of his gaze, his fingers clenching the bedsheet. His bedsheet.

Johnny took a moment before he let his thoughts get ahead of him, brows furrowing from necessity, “How do you feel about this? You're okay?" He asked what he believed was the right question to ask in this situation.

"Yeah." She nodded, "Of course." A tiny chuckle slipped through her lips, like she thought asking that question at this point was ridiculous.

"Of course?" He mocked her, "Is the choice that obvious?" He gloated, lifting one knee to press into the mattress beside her.

"Yeah, I mean." She stopped, looking him over with a kind on intense attention that heated his skin. Johnny didn't think he could get shy, yet he could feel the blood rise from his neck till his cheeks radiated warmth. 

Her lips slowly parted as she thought over whatever was making her eyes glaze over. Then she pursed her lips and snapped out of it, breaking eye contact to look down at his chest. "Look at you." She pointed at him, "You should have been the one in the magazines. Despite those dreadfully ill-fitted sweatshirts you always wear." She quipped, lips twitching at a corner.

Despite the obvious compliment the words were, Johnny slightly deflated. Like he was expecting something else. Something beyond an appreciation of his outer shell. But it wasn't what this was, he reminded himself.

"You can't judge the clothes I wear on my off-duty days. 'In the magazines', huh?" He wriggled his brows at her, leaning over just enough to let his knuckles slide up her torso. “You aren’t so bad yourself, baby.” He downplayed his thoughts exponentially.

"Ego is not a good look on you, I'm afraid. A big head will throw your proportions off." She tried to keep her tone neutral, like her cheeks weren’t visibly red despite the dim room. "You stand behind the camera, all your days are off-duty days." She reminded him, biting down on her bottom lip when a hand slid between her thighs, coaxing them apart with gentle strokes.

"You need to watch your tongue." He hummed. His hand slipped under her dress, cold fingers against balmy skin causing her to wince. Johnny smirked, "You're lucky I'm being generous with you tonight." Despite the lack of force in his words, her stomach churned at the warning.

"How generous do you think you're being right now?" She hummed, raising a brow in a rush of daring.

Johnny smirked like he'd been waiting for her to ask that all night. "Want to find out?" He questioned, almost stumbling when she nodded.

With a surge of daring, the bolder of his two hands cupped her heat, thump pressing into the fabric. Her hips jerked up, a desperate whimper slipping past trembling lips.

The inhale Johnny took promised to leave him a little light headed and he was compelled to give up his high ground, leaning down completely till his chest grazed over hers.

"I've decided I'll be nice to you today." Johnny spoke against her ear. 

"Why? Are you usually not?" Her whisper trembled against his jaw.  When she squirmed, he had to bite down on her earlobe as caution against whatever sound threatened to leave his lips. It made her moan in a way that threatened every resolve he had.

"No. I'm not." His words were clipped— a last ditch effort at being civil. "But that's something we can worry about later. I don't have the patience to discuss this at the moment."

"Discuss what?" She swallowed.

"Boundaries." His lips brushed over her jaw. Johnny buried his nose into her hair and this time his deep inhale did deliver it’s threat. White spots exploded at the back of his eyelids like fireworks.

"John." (Y/N) said with a hint of curiosity.

"Later." His teeth nipped at her flesh. "I promise."

Her hand came to his chest, gripping at his t-shirt, “No Johnny, listen just–” She paused when her voice turned breathy. "Can you please just–"  She clenched he fist tighter.

This time he heard it clearer, right under the surface of the anxious tremble in her voice, the delicious sound of restless desire.

He pulled away, arms hoisting him up. For a breath, he just looked at her. "You keep babbling like this for me, Peanut. " He smiled when she pawed at him lightly, "And I promise to make you feel so good." He mewled when her other hand came to cover her face. “Do you want that?” She nodded quickly, squirming against his chest. "Such a good girl." He cooed, kissing her forehead.

The words did something to them both. Johnny dropped his arms, keeping himself propped on one elbow. The other tugged her hand away from her face. "And how does a good girl like you want to be fucked?" He asked.

“God, please.” She groaned, “Any way, do what you want. Just–” She held her tongue again.

“Just what?” He asked, partially hating his own need to keep up the teasing.

“Johnny.” She whined, hand coming up to his neck to pull him towards her.

But the man wouldn’t budge, focusing on his well earned reward.

“Just what, baby?” His voice was softer but no less resolute. "I can do anything till you tell me what you want."

“Just fuck me Johnny.” She spat out, eyes colouring with an intoxicating mix of arousal and shame before she squeezed them shut. It had an unprecedented effect on him and Johnny decided to hold onto that for later.

“Someone needs to be taught how to ask nicely.” He mused. Her brows creased in distress and he finally decided to put them both out of their joint misery. The sound of his belt hitting the floor made her eyes open, seeing how he had stood up without her notice. “Later.” He growled, fingers doing a quick work of his own clothes before his hands gripped the bunched up end of her dress. 

He gave her a look that accurately conveyed his demand. She lifted her hips off the bed and he yanked the dress off like it had committed a personal offense.

Johnny dropped to his knees like it was second nature to him and he couldn’t really comprehend where his generosity was coming from. Maybe change was going to be commonplace between them both.

Before the last item of clothing could even hit the floor, she was squirming against his tongue. He shelved his gloating for a different day, focusing instead on earning each jumbled sound coming from her throat. He listened to the way her moans increased in frequency, growing more urgent as her thighs squeezed his head tighter. 

Right as her fingers clenched his hair in a death grip,  he slid one conclusive finger into her.

"Oh my god, Johnny." His name melted into a whine against her tongue as her core did the same against his. 

Any ounce of self-control he had left dissipated when he felt her walls squeeze his finger in waves of her climax. The groan that he let out against her was involuntary, but the way it made her paw at his shoulder caused him to take note.

"Too much?" He asked, pulling away once she came down from her high.

Their eyes met just as his tongue poked out to lap his own lips clean. He would have dismissed her scattered inhale as a consequence of her orgasm, but he felt her clench against the finger he still had in her.

"Just look at how your cunt is drooling for me, (Y/N)." Despite his honest effort at keeping himself in check, the words stumbled out with reckless abandon. She clenched again and Johnny had to wonder if he'd underestimated her after all. He needed to wait to find out, he chastised himself.

"Are we good?" He asked the deliberately vague question, scrambling to his feet when she scrambled to nod.

He sighed when his pants finally came off, the space only getting tighter by the minute. He gazed at her through his hair, catching the slow slide of her tongue over her lips.

"Like what you see?" He couldn't help himself from asking, expecting a quip from her like he was used to. Instead she swallowed, looking up to him with wide doe eyes and a distracted nod.

Stray thoughts intruded his mind, images of her eyes tear streaked and her lips around his twitching cock. The image dug itself into his heating skin before he could swat it away. He had to push it down with a personal promise he kept repeating like a prayer.

Next time.

With that, he couldn't afford to waste anymore time. His knees dug into the mattress and his hand pushed her legs open wider. A single breath was spent appreciating the view under him. Then he lifted her hips into the air and mustered some leftover control to stop himself from burying into her in one go.

It would have been easy for him too, "So ready for me, aren't you? I wish you could feel how creamy you are for me right now, (Y/N)." He groaned, her rapid clenching only spurring his uncontrollably filthy tongue on.

"Just," He gritted his teeth as he pulled out slowly, "Perfect." He groaned, pushing a little further in. "So eager to swallow all of it aren't you?" He asked, scoffing when she whined again. Yeah?" He questioned, fist clenching into his sheets when she nodded again. "Such a greedy little thing." He spoke before he could stop himself.

"Johnny please." The plea was a quiver above an outright sob. A fresh wave of liquid need pooled in his veins and he slammed the final inches into her.

She jerked against the bed, hands slapping onto his balmy shoulders. Her lips formed an 'o' and their eyes briefly met before another thrust made hers roll to the back of her head. Johnny lost count of the number of things that were burned into his memory, every thought in his mind evaporating till the only thing he worked on was the pistoning of his hips.

On a better day, he'd take his time to enjoy each scrape against her insides. But for now he let two fingers tug against her clit. 

Next time.

When her legs began to shake, he took one of her hands off his chest to bring to her clit, a silent order to keep up the effort. She followed through impressively and Johnny could focus his hands on angling her waist in the way that wrung the most obscene sounds from her. 

He wasn't sure of anything once he felt her began to shake from her climax. Her walls convulsed around him and that was the rhythm in his mind as he gave into his own release, sighing as the condom around him filled with his warmth.

His body slumped into her, pulling away almost immediately when the weight audibly knocked the air out of her.

Johnny winced, rolling away onto the bed. "Sorry." He sighed when his back hit the cold sheets.

"No, that's alright." She responded between her still stabilising breaths. It made him turn to take in the sight of her chest heaving, not feeling like an imposter when he did so.

Several moments passed as they silently gathered their thoughts and breaths, coming down from the highs of their impulses.

"Johnny." She called him weakly. Looking up, his eyes met her sheepish ones and the man couldn't help the rising panic in his chest. 

That one look was enough to remind him of the elephant in the room, the one he shockingly did not think of till this very moment. He watched her silently, in wait for the dreaded next lines.

"I'm hungry." She said, grimacing at her own words, "Sorry." 

Johnny blinked, wondering for a moment if he perhaps misheard her. He hadn't expected those words at all, the relief making a short laugh leave him. He got out of bed, lips splitting into a grin the next moment, one that came from relief and endearment.

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(Y/N) wadded through his kitchen with practised ease. There was a comfortable silence because she knew where everything was and because they were both justifiably exhausted. The only things that were different was the large t-shirt that brushed over her thighs as she moved; and the way his unwavering gaze on her made her skin glow with warmth.

"There." She placed a plate in front of him, walking around to join him. Gingerly, they picked up a sandwich each.

Johnny groaned with a pleased smile growing on his face. "Oh this is good." He spoke with a stuffed mouth, the childlike appreciation making her laugh and blush.

He sat up straight with his eyes zeroing in on the sandwich, like he felt he owed it the attention. The movement made her eyes fall on his chest, swallowing dry at the sight.

"Where's your shirt?" She tried to sound casual about it, eyes falling to the plate nonetheless.

Johnny shrugged, "I don't really wear a shirt to sleep. I used to wear them around when you stay over to be polite" He spoke between his bites, voice muffled as he swallowed.

"Why stop now?" She only partially joked, not sure if she could get used to the display.

With a small scoff, he dipped his head to look at her face, "You're just going to have to get used to it, Peanut." He quirked a brow. 

She hummed, chest erupting into fizz that popped in her ears. "I can do that." A gulp followed with her words. "There are worse things to get used to." Her efforts remained focused on sounding nonchalant.

"Like what?" He questioned, sitting back and causing her gaze to follow him back up.

She pressed her tongue into her cheek, toying with her answer for a second. "This alter ego of yours that comes out in bed, for one. That might be a more challenging learning curve."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Johnny mumbled, lips curling into a smirk before he even finished his statement.

"Okay." She said, mostly because she did not feel equipped for this conversation yet. 

"It can come out in other places too." He pinched the corner of his mouth between his teeth, "I'm not picky."

"What a terrible thing to say to someone right after pulling out of them." She joked, relieved to see him laugh at the mention.

Once he finished eating, a hand was extended to put his index finger under her chin, tilting her head higher.

"That was a good sandwich." He complimented, leaning over to brush a kiss at the corner of her mouth. "That is something I'm picky about." He added just to be cheeky, lips covering hers immediately after.

Her hands remained frozen by her side for a second, taken aback by the gesture. But she felt herself lean into his chest soon after, new instincts beginning to form around him. 

Her hand came up to his chest, now cold from being exposed to the air. His hands in turn slid up her thighs, pushing her t-shirt higher till he stopped at her waist.

His tongue slid over hers and she moaned into his mouth almost immediately. Her cheeks turned hot but she could only pull him closer to her, wanting more. That admittance alone made her dizzy and her fingers clenched the hair at the base of his neck.

Johnny pulled away with a stuttered groan slipping past his lips. Opening her eyes, she met with a gaze that promised to swallow her whole. It made her squirm in her chair, only inching closer towards him.

Then he squeezed his eyes shut, took a breath and opened them, the light returning to them. "We should sleep. It's late." Johnny sighed, like he didn't want to follow his own advice. But he was right, and she tried to nod without letting her disappointment show.

"Yes, we should." She nodded to herself mostly, refraining from adding the last part of her thought. Like she was still wary of over assuming. 

There was always next time.

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Character from: No Time to Blame

Send me an ask about any scenario from this you wish to read and I'll try my best to write it.

[bucksfucks]

faking it

vii. the honeymoon phase

series masterlist | ch. one | ch. two | ch. three | ch. four | ch. five | ch. six

summary: you make word on your promise to give hollywood the biggest scandal you could. you just don’t realize how much it’s going to hurt knowing you were never in control.

pairing: actor!bucky barnes x f!actress!reader

word count: 4,700 words

warnings: enemies to lovers, fake dating, pet names [sweetheart, princess & little one], praise kink, authority kink, SMUT, lovemaking, oral [both receive], teasing, slight edging, slight orgasm denial, lots of sexual tension and make outs, lots of dirty talk, protected sex, multiple orgasms, mention of bratty reader, possessiveness and control kink, alludes to cheating [scandal], breakup, hurt feelings, ANGST and DRAMA — 18+ only | minors dni

THE WEEK BEFORE VANCOUVER

The mornings usually started out the same.

You'd wake up in a tangle of limbs and sheets as Bucky's heavy metal arm was usually draped around your waist. You didn't think you'd be the early riser, but as it turns out, Bucky loved to sleep. He'd often be dozing off in bed while you were working on your skincare routine.

It was these moments that you loved the most.

Bucky looked so peaceful in the morning.

His hair was scattered over the pillow, curled and unruly from the night before. The crease between his eyebrows was relaxed finally and his lips were parted to allow the soft snores and breaths to pass freely. Not to mention the sleepy, morning look he got in his eyes when he finally did wake up.

Next was breakfast.

Well, almost.

Next was waking up to Bucky's hips grinding against your backside, his erection thick and hard as he pulled you flush against his body. And it was impossible to resist, not like you wanted to in the first place, but putting up a fight with Bucky almost always resulted in pleasure.

You would grind your ass of him as he let out a low, warning groan.

“Little one," it echoed in your ear.

You usually had to bite your lip to stop from the smirk from erupting on your face.

"What?" You asked innocently, barely above a whisper as you felt his lips on your shoulders, neck, and right behind your ear as you let out a soft breath.

"If you continue acting all innocent, I'll have to remind you of what happened last night." He purred, lips brushing over your skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

When you attempted to climb out of bed, just to rile him up, he would have his fingers wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back until you were lying flat on your back looking up and into his wild eyes.

"Don't try to run, princess. You know I love the chase." He smirked, darkly, his arousal sitting heavily against your hip as you squirmed under him.

You knew what you were doing, of course you did, but you also loved watched the way his jaw ticked when you misbehaved.

What happened next was always so torturous.

Bucky disappeared between your legs, as much as he could because realistically, hiding his broad, 6'5 frame was next to impossible. He would pepper soft kisses to your thighs along with an occasional nip before his nose met the hair decorating your mound. He let it slip a few nights ago how it was one of his favourite things about you.

"Don't tease," you would pout, whining at the fact that he was so close and yet, giving you nothing.

It would result in either a light pinch of your ass or a light smack to it. It really depended on Bucky's mood.

"I don't think you get a say in that when you've been nothing but a brat." Bucky would remind you with a low snarl.

When he got his mouth on you, you melted into him. He could do anything he wanted and you would let him.

His tongue worked slowly, circling your clit and teasing your entrance. There wasn't a place that was left unlicked or untouched. He was hungry for you, starving, as he found comfort between your legs.

When he added two deliciously long fingers, your world absolutely shattered.

Your back arched as he licked and curled his fingers deep inside of you, coaxing you right to the edge before stopping. It made a long, high pitched whine leave your lips in frustration, but he only chuckled deeply.

"You didn't think I'd let you come so quickly, did you? Not when you've been bad, little one." He spoke softly, holding your bucking hips down until he got his fingers and mouth on you once again.

He repeated his devious actions a few more times before, without warning, letting that heat explode and seep deep into your bones. It knocked the breath out of your lungs and left your limbs vibrating before his lips were on yours, wet with your arousal.

"That's my good girl, so submissive for me when I've got my tongue all over you." Bucky was so cocky in those moments, rightfully so, as he caged your head with his arms before slipping inside of you in one slick thrust.

It always left you clawing at his back as he filled and stretched you out.

He rocked into you slowly at first, letting you take time to adjust (despite your protests) as he let delicious groans flow freely. It was the thing that turned you on the most, how vocal Bucky was in bed, never shying away from telling you how good you felt.

It was only minutes later that he was gripping the headboard and thrusting so deep inside of you that you would feel him when you sat down the next day. You never wanted it to end, but that was never up to you because your orgasms came out of nowhere, trapping Bucky deep inside of you as he came in thick white ropes into the condom you wished wasn't there.

One day, you thought.

Bucky was insatiable, though, and his lust for you knew no bounds as you both tried to start your days. His hands were everywhere on you, touching, feeling, and squeezing.

Breakfast and coffee runs were essential, but you were still getting used to the amount of media attention you were receiving.

It was all because of Bucky after all, he was the star. Next to him, you were nobody.

You were his girlfriend.

And you didn't exactly know why that bothered you so much. You tried not to dwell on that much, though.

He always had a protective arm wrapped around your waist or shoulder, at the very least, his fingers laced with yours as you stopped by Bucky's favourite bakery.

It was a family run establishment, Anette, the owner and her daughter, Paula, were sweet and oblivious to the fame Bucky and you both carried.

It was the one part of your day that made you feel like a human being. Like a normal person.

The pictures of you and Bucky had been plastered all over social media, fans noticing how you would always step out wearing one of his extremely oversized shirts and the way Bucky couldn't stop looking at you like he was stupidly in love with you.

Love.

It was the word that neither of you had actually said yet.

You had both alluded to it, skirting around those three words, but it hung heavy in the air every time you would catch a glimpse of Bucky relaxing on the couch with a book in his hand and reading glasses sitting snug on his nose.

Truthfully, you didn't even know what love really was. It was such a foreign concept, your lifestyle not really allowing for any sort of meaningful connections to be made so you just assumed that you would never actually get a chance at love. You had made peace with that fact, held a funeral and grieved over the lover you would never have.

Then Bucky tumbled into the picture and desecrated the empty grave.

Days with Bucky were never boring. You spent each day learning something new about him before you were back in bed with him. The days blended together and that feeling of anxiety weighed heavily in your gut like an anvil. It got increasingly heavier as each day passed and on the last day, it became unbearable.

THE NIGHT BEFORE VANCOUVER

You had seriously underestimated how affectionate a partner Bucky would be.

He had promised to help you pack, but instead, he spent the entire time with his head in your lap or picking out underwear for you.

"Bucky this really isn't helping." You laughed as he accidentally sling-shot a pair of panties across the room.

He gave you a sheepish smile as you saw a blush tinge his cheeks.

"Is it really so bad that I don't want my girlfriend to leave me for three months?"

You rolled your eyes.

"You're being dramatic. Plus, you're literally flying down to meet me the next day."

"I'm really not." Bucky huffed as he stepped closer to where you were standing before wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

He was warm, enveloping you as you relaxed and leaned into his touch. The familiar dark scent was comforting, your face buried in the crook of his neck as you took a deep breath and sighed.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He whispered, pulling away only to hold your face in his hands.

It was small moments like those, where he was completely vulnerable to you that made your heart ache. He wasn't Bucky Barnes, he was just Bucky. The adorable, charming, and incessantly annoying man you were slowly but surely falling head over heels for.

The cold, metal thumb worked its way across your cheekbone in a soothing manner, Bucky's gaze trying to find yours, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. You knew the second you did, you would break down right there in his arms.

"Hey," he whispered softly.

The gut-wrenching anxiety was twisting and turning in your stomach, nausea rolling over you as you tried to take a deep, steading breath.

"I don't want to leave you, Bucky." You confessed as he gave you a half smile.

"I think you're being dramatic, princess." He joked, echoing your words from before to add humour to the situation.

It wasn't meant to mock you, his words and tone both gentle and caring as you let out a breathy chuckle. Still, no matter how hard you tried, you could barely sleep these days. Thoughts of what Andrea could possibly be planning plaguing your thoughts. Lucy wasn't helpful either, each time you would call or text her she would just say that everything it under control, but gave you no reassurance.

You knew Lucy was just trying to protect you, but the very fact that she had to protect you gave you chills.

"You have me, little one." Bucky's words snapped you right back to reality, "I'm yours. I don't want anyone else. I promise I won't let anyone get in the way of us. I'll become the biggest problem to anyone who tries."

He adds a small laugh to the end of his sentence and you can't help but smile up at him looking at him with so much adoration. You're looking up at the man you were supposed to only fake date. The man that you swore you hated with a burning passion. The man who you thought wasn't any better than any of the other Hollywood fuckboys you felt bad for.

"Promise?" You ask lowly, holding out your pinky to him.

Bucky smiles, glowing even, as he hooks a bionic finger with yours, "promise."

Something in the air felt different when Bucky's lips connected to yours, as if his every thought was being poured into your soul. He grabbed your waist, tugging you impossibly close to him before you pulled away only to gasp for a breath before your lips were back on his.

Suddenly, packing was no longer your priority, you knew Bucky would buy you an entirely new wardrobe in Vancouver if it meant having you for a little bit longer.

He backed you up, the back of your knees hitting his bed before he placed a large hand in the middle of your chest and pushed you back onto it. He watched the way you fell, bouncing in his sheets and pillows and you'd give up almost anything to take a peek inside of his mind. To know exactly what he was thinking in moments like these.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, gliding his hands along every curve of your body.

The little clothes you're wearing are quickly discarded as Bucky's lips roam your skin. Hot flesh against hot flesh as you're already aching for him.

"I don't think you realize the effect you have on me," Bucky says against your hip.

He looks up at you through thick eyelashes, drinking in your form as you whine out for him.

"I lose my breath every time you walk into the room. I never thought I'd feel like they do in the movies and then, fuck," he swears. "Then you came into my life and challenged everything I've ever known."

He's between your legs now, slowly sinking between them as he places soft kisses to your thighs. His fingers spread your wetness, drawing a moan from you as you tangle your fingers in his hair.

"You made me feel real again, princess. And for that, I'm forever thankful. I'll spend every day of my life worshipping you, giving you the love you deserve, and making sure that you come whenever and wherever you want." He adds with a wink before he's sliding a single finger inside of you.

Your walls grip him, begging for more as you grind your hips over his hand.

"You're so wet for me, little one." He groans, "so ready for me."

A second finger slides inside of your heat, curling before you feel his lips close over your clit.

The fire that erupts inside of you is like no other, your thighs tightening around his head as you shamelessly ride his face like it's the very purpose of your existence.

"Come for me." Bucky growls, eyes dark and wanting.

It doesn't take much more, but Bucky doesn't stop. Not until he's coaxed at least another orgasm from you and when he finally emerges from between your legs, his face is glistening from your arousal. He kisses you, fiercely, and when his tongue enters your mouth you moan at the taste of yourself on his lips. It gives you a rush, confidence surging through your bones and suddenly it's Bucky that's on his back.

He looks at you, chest rising and falling deeply as you crawl between his toned legs.

"Shit." He hisses when you wrap your hand around his thick cock.

He's hard, twitching in your palm as you give him a few lazy, teasing strokes.

Bucky's head falls back against the pillows, his fingers fisting the bedsheets as you swirl his tip in your mouth.

"Princess," it's a warning, but it's so hard to take seriously when he's writhing under you.

So you tease him further, flattening your tongue on the underside of his head, teasing where he's most sensitive. His hips buck, the muscles in his stomach clenching when you finally slide as much as you can take into your warm mouth.

The groan that Bucky lets out is enough for your pussy to clench around nothing, moaning around his length as you work him slowly.

"Fuck." Bucky bites out, finally opening his eyes to take the sight of you around his cock.

He lets himself enjoy it a little longer, moans spilling from his lips freely before he's pulling you off of him.

"I could watch you work my cock all goddamn day long," he breathes as you're back under him.

You want to say something, anything really, but Bucky makes quick work of the condom before he's slipping inside of you in one stroke.

Your back arches, breasts against his chest as he wraps his arms around your body to hold you close to him. He doesn't move, but his lips do, against your shoulder, collarbones, and neck as you're whimpering under him.

"Do you feel how perfectly you fit me?" He whispers lowly, his voice low and gritty, like he's doing everything he can to hold back.

"How well I fill you up, princess? Tell me you feel it too." He's practically begging you, voice breaking at the last second as you dig your nails into his skin.

"Yes." You nearly cry out, "I feel it too, you-you feel so good, Bucky. Fill me up so perfectly." You realize how desperate you sound, but you don't care even as you're gently grinding into him.

You can feel your arousal against your thighs when Bucky finally moves. It's what you've been waiting for and your moans spur Bucky on further, driving him wild.

He doesn't once let go of you, gripping onto you while filling you with deep, long strokes. He's taking his time in making sure that you'll be feeling him for days.

You know you will, you always do with him.

"I can feel how close you are, princess." He pants, "feel how you're gripping me."

With each thrust, he's bumping your clit. With each thrust, he's brushing that sweet spot that makes you dizzy. You never want it to end, but you can feel yourself teetering on the the edge already.

"Come for me, baby. Don't hold back, I need to feel you. Need to know you're all mine." His voice is hoarse and it sends you over the edge.

It's what tips him off too, feeling you flutter around him as he stills inside of you, emptying himself into the condom as his teeth bite into your skin.

You're both covered in a light sheen of sweat, hearts racing as you try to catch your breath as Bucky discards the condom and cleans you up quickly. You're back in his arms in minutes and suddenly, you're reminded that after tomorrow, nothing might ever be the same.

You think that Bucky's thinking the same thing because he kisses you, whispering a soft reassurance that does little to calm you.

THE MORNING OF VANCOUVER

The morning was a blur.

A total disaster if anything as you decided to stay in bed with Bucky for the rest of the night, only barely waking up with enough time to shower and finish packing.

You were met with Lucy in Bucky's kitchen, startling the both of you as Bucky grumbled something about forgetting how he had given her the passcode to his front door so she could get in without any of the press noticing that you were still at Bucky's house.

Lucy wore her signature pantsuit and her hair in a high, sleek ponytail. Meanwhile, you literally rolled out of bed in a pair of mom jeans and one of Bucky's hoodies that still smelled like him.

You didn't have time for anything other than a quick kiss from Bucky as he whispered how he would see you soon as he reached for his own keys. You were confused, but he brushed it off telling you that he had a meeting to get to.

He said nothing else before you were shoved into an SUV with Lucy. The next thing you knew you were on the short flight to Vancouver, headphones playing a song you didn't really like, but you couldn't get Bucky's odd behaviour out of your mind.

You wondered if something happened, but wouldn't he have told you?

When you landed, it was chaos.

Someone clearly tipped off the media, and this time, you couldn't blame Andrea. It was a zoo, unorchestrated flashing lights blinding you and Lucy until you had pulled away from the curb.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that." You commented as Lucy gave you a sympathetic smile.

"The hotel is pretty secluded. And so is set, I'm sure it won't be that bad anytime soon." You knew it was a lie, but you appreciated the lie.

Your head was hurting and you were hungry, wanting nothing more than to fall into one of those super fancy, comfortable hotel beds and order room service as you pretended that the rest of the world didn't exist.

After what felt like hours at the front desk, you finally entered your hotel room: home for the next three months.

You didn’t bother doing anything but peeling your shoes off and grabbing your phone out of your bag before you collapsed onto the couch.

Bucky hadn’t said anything since his abrupt exit this morning. It left a curling, cramping feeling in your stomach. You couldn’t help but feel like he was hiding something.

A quick text couldn’t hurt.

You: Finally at the hotel room…I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired. Missing you.

You didn’t bother waiting for a reply, deciding to scope out the rest of the place before locking yourself in the bathroom.

The water pressure against your sore muscles felt great, steaming away the stress before you were wrapped in a fluffy hotel robe, sitting on the bed waiting for your room service.

By that point, Bucky hadn’t texted back. Hadn’t tried to call you and you tried to swallow down the bile that rose with the thought of him hiding something from you.

You managed to get through a few bites of food before the plush pillows lulled you into a dreamless, but restful sleep.

The next time you opened your eyes, it was dark, your room only being illuminated by the TV you had left on.

Your phone was still somewhere beside you, completely dead.

The alarm clock read 3:26 AM and you groaned.

This was most definitely not the plan.

You trudged into the main room to grab your phone charger, plugging it into an outlet somewhere in the kitchen as you grabbed and chugged a glass of water.

The Apple logo lighting up your screen made you feel uneasy.

When your phone sprang back to life, your eyes immediately went to the heap of notifications piling in—none from Bucky.

You couldn’t focus too much on them because a phone call interrupted them.

It was Mitch.

“Mitch?” You asked, voice raspy and laden with sleep.

“Hey, Kid.” He said, sounding tired.

It was three in the morning which meant he was probably on diaper duty tonight. It wasn’t exactly a surprise that he was awake.

“Did you make it to Vancouver alright?” He asked, but you knew that wasn’t why he was calling you.

“Yeah, I um, I did.” You reply, chewing on your thumbnail.

“Listen.” You heart dropped at those words, “Lucy doesn’t know about this yet—I’m assuming she’s asleep, but—“

He cut himself off and your patience was wearing thin.

“Mitch, please. Just spit it out.”

He sighed on the other line, “the story broke.”

You felt the air getting knocked out of your lungs.

“I thought…I thought we were waiting until Bucky was in Vancouver? We agreed on that.”

Anger, sadness, fear, panic.

“That’s not all.” Mitch added and you cringed.

“It’s not the story with Stacey, it’s with someone named Olive?”

At the sound of her name your entire world just shattered. Bucky’s first love and Bucky’s first heartbreak.

“It’s just a few photos, but Bucky was seen with her. They both are walking out of her building.” He explained and you couldn’t really say anything.

He took another deep breath, “this doesn’t have Andrea written all over it, though.”

You wanted to scream, refusing to believe that this is just something Bucky chose to do. That he wanted to do this.

“Kid, I’m not calling as your agent right now. I’m calling as your friend.” Tears brimmed your eyes and you let yourself sob.

“We’re gonna get to the bottom of this. You know Lucy won’t let him or his team get away with this, okay? I can see how much you care about him, contract aside, and as much as this sucks, you’ll get through this.”

Mitch’s words echoed in the back of your mind but all you could do is shake your head and croak out a weak thank you and I’ve gotta go.

You don’t have it in you to look at the pictures—you know that it’ll hurt that much more. Frankly, you don’t have energy to even look at your phone, but you’re a masochist and you do anyways.

*BREAKING* Bucky Barnes Spotted Leaving Olive Turnbald’s Apartment! Could They Be Rekindling Their Romance?

Olive and Bucky, Have They Given It Another Shot?

Y/N Y/L/N Seen In Vancouver While Rumoured Beau, Bucky Barnes, Leaves Ex’s Apartment. Hollywoods New Love Triangle?

The headlines make you sick. Deciding to abandon your phone on the counter and crawl back under the covers.

It’s only when you’re trudging back to bed, drying your cheeks with the back of your hand that you hear a knock at your door.

At three in the morning, you know who it is already.

You debate leaving him out there.

When the lock clicks under your fingers, door opening to reveal Bucky, who looks like he hasn’t slept in days, everything comes rushing back in. He’s got a single duffel bag at his feet before he’s wrapping his arms around you.

“Y/N.” His voice cracks when he speaks your name.

Your face is buried in his chest, breathing in the familiar scent as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly to help stop the tears from falling again.

“What—“ your words are cut off by Bucky quickly closing the door.

“I need to explain myself.” You looked at him, raising an eyebrow before taking a step back and looking at his figure.

“Okay.” You managed out before he took a deep breath.

“Nothing happened. I promise, sweetheart. I just need you to hear it from me and not the tabloids, okay?” His eyes were pleading, but all you could do was nod.

“After we ran into her, she ended up texting me. She asked to meet up because she wanted to talk. She said that seeing me—seeing us—made her realize how much she hurt me.”

You swallowed thickly, your heart thrumming quickly inside of your chest.

“She just wanted to apologize.”

The man who stood before you now wasn’t the same person who took you on a dream date. Who confessed how much you meant to him. Who grabbed matcha lattes for you because you loved them so much.

He went to take a step towards you, but you stopped him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Your voice was small and wounded.

He chewed on his bottom lip, “I was going to.”

“But you didn’t.” You snapped, perhaps a little too harshly as Bucky recoiled a bit.

“You didn’t. You waited until the pictures leaked. A text Bucky, that’s all I could have ever needed. Just some fucking communication.”

Your words bit into Bucky’s skin.

“I was going to, Y/N. Andrea got in the way of that.”

You let out a humourless laugh, “what happened to you telling her to fuck off?”

Bucky grimaced, jaw tensing at your words.

“It’s not that simple I—“

“Just stop with the excuses!” You had finally reached your boiling point and now, you were angry.

Bucky looked at you, silent and broken.

“Andrea wanted her scandal and it looks like she got it. So congrats, Bucky. I hope this helps your career, though, I’m not so sure you needed to create a pathetic rumour to get a few roles.”

A few more seconds of silence ticked by.

“I think we should terminate the contract.” You whispered, watching the way Bucky’s head snapped in your direction.

“What are you saying?”

You took a deep breath, collecting yourself for what you never wanted to say.

“I’m saying that we need to break up. This was never going to work, Bucky. I can’t put myself in a position where you won’t even talk to me about these things.”

Bucky took a tentative step towards you, but this time, you held your ground.

“Y/N.” You hated how he said your name.

“I have never felt the way I do about you with anyone else. I meant every single fucking thing I said about you—nothing was fake and nothing was a lie.”

He took a deep breath, eyes glossy like he was on the verge of tears as well.

“You will always have my heart. It’s yours, little one.”

Bucky didn’t say anything else, grabbing his bag and walking out of your hotel room. Doing exactly what you asked of him, but crumbling your world all at the same time.

The truth was, you didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to stay and tell you that everything was okay.

Trust can be broken in minutes and for you, it took one sentence for your world to come crashing down. For you to feel stupid about thinking that Hollywood cares about your stupid happy ending.

[lostinthewiind]

Ways to Make You Talk

Reiner Braun + Porco Gilliard - Attack on Titan

Synopsis: after being found out as an enemy informant among the Marelyans, you are put through hours of interrogation to spill your secrets. You've been trained to keep your mouth shut at moments like this, but Reiner and Porco have alternate ways of making you talk

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: female reader, threesome, rough-sex, penetrative sex, female anatomy, male anatomy, unsafe sex, orgasm denial, oral sex (both male and female receiving), double penetration, degradation, praise, torture, pain, mention blood and of bodily harm, profanity

Hands tied uncomfortably behind your back and ankles tied to the wooden legs of the chair, you fought against the restraints and tensed your muscles in a fruitless attempt to escape. You had lost track of how many hours, or maybe even days, you had been trapped in the dark, dank cellar with just enough rest and water to keep you from passing out.

Passing out wasn't the thing you were most worried about, however. No, the thing constantly playing on repeat in your mind was the top-secret details about your mission that you absolutely couldn't let spill from your chapped lips, no matter how much pain or how many mind games the Marelyans inflicted on you.

Giving up information was not an option, but keeping silent was slowly getting harder and harder. However, nothing could compare to what Reiner and Porco had in store for you. They were determined to make you talk, and they had tricks up their sleeves that you couldn't have anticipated in your wildest dreams.

When the door swung open and the two men stepped inside, you straightened in your chair and held your head high, refusing to show any form of weakness in front of them. Even though you had been threatened, blackmailed, beaten, and more, you couldn't let it look like it was bothering you, not even in the slighest.

"Well, well, don't you look all high and mighty," Porco sneered, his eyes narrowing as he closed the door behind himself and Reiner, blocking the bright light from the hallway from getting in; the only source of light in the room coming from a small window in the corner and a single lantern. He then stalked over to you, leaning down so he was level with your face. "You must think you're real smart for pulling one over on us all this time. But let me tell you something, bitch, we've got you now and we're going to pry every last secret from you if it's the last thing we do."

"Over my dead body." You spat onto his face. "I'm not confessing jack shit to the likes of you."

"Over your dead body, huh?" Porco grinned wide as he wiped the saliva from his cheek. "Well, we can always arrange that if it's what you want."

With that, Porco wound up and smacked you hard across the face. Your cheek stung and you could tell it was probably bright red, but it wasn't anywhere near the worst you had endured thus far and you didn't even blink when his palm made contact with your skin.

"Pathetic." You smirked, slowly turning your head back to face him. "Some warrior you are."

Porco wound up again, but before he could smack you across the other cheek, Reiner stepped in and grabbed him by the wrist. "Easy," he warned his friend. "This wasn't the plan, remember?"

"Right." Porco shook his hand out of Reiner's grip before slowly lowering his arm.

Making his way over to the small table against the wall, where the lantern and a few supplies that had been used to torture you sat, Reiner began to unbutton his cuffs and roll his sleeves up his muscular forearms.

"Reiner Braun," you nearly sing-songed as you watched his muscles bulge underneath the skin-tight button-up he was wearing. "Always such a sweetheart. You gonna untie me and let me out of here, big boy?"

Reiner just shook his head and scoffed. "And why would I do that?"

"Because you like me." You batted your eyelashes, hoping you could use the large man's soft spot for you against him. "I promise I'll make it worth your while. I'll do whatever you want."

"Fucking slut." Porco rolled his eyes. "You really think that'll work?"

"You're just pissed because I never fucked you despite your many desperate attempts to get into my pants," you told him simply, hoping it hit him right in the fragile spot under his otherwise thick skin. "And neither did Pieck . . . and she never will."

You could almost see Porco's anger rising and could tell he was seconds away from lashing out again, which was exactly what you wanted. Reiner was too calm and calculated to try and manipulate like this, but Porco was a whole different story; if you pushed just a little harder, he was more than likely to snap and make a mistake. All you had to do then was make your move.

"Remember the plan," Reiner reminded Porco from across the room.

You snickered. "What plan? I'm curious to see what you two geniuses think will make me talk when countless hours of excruciating pain hasn't."

"We're taking a different approach this time." Porco grabbed your face hard and forced you to look up at him. "Pain obviously doesn't work on you . . ." he lifted his foot and settled it on the chair between your legs before forcing your thighs apart, ". . . but maybe pleasure will get you to loosen that pretty fucking mouth of yours. Either way, you'll be squealing real soon, bitch."

You furrowed your brows as Porco squished your cheeks together, distorting your amused smile. "Pleasure?" you questioned, skeptical. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like." Reiner was suddenly behind you, brushing your hair over your shoulder and whispering into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You'll be a good girl and tell us what we want to hear, won't you?"

"In your dreams, Reiner." You shook your head and pulled away from his deep voice. "Not only am I not saying a goddamn word, but I'm not going to let you two perverts have your way with me."

"That's the best part." Porco reached for the zipper of his pants and began pulling it down, the sound slow and mocking. "You don't have a choice."

Eyes wide, you struggled to find something to say in response to that. "So what, you two are just going to force yourselves on me?"

"No, of course not," Reiner assured you as he pulled up another chair behind you, sat down, and reached around your body to ghost his fingers over your lower waist and thighs. "You'll be begging us for it soon enough."

Your breathing hitched when Reiner pressed his whole hand down onto you, skipping any and all subtle touching and moving straight to palming your clothed core.

"Don't fucking touch me." You craned your neck to look back at him, but he wasn't looking at your face. Instead, he was observing the way your body naturally reacted to him, your legs spreading wider and back arching ever-so-slightly.

"I thought you would appreciate a change of pace." Reiner planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the crook of your neck. "All this pain . . . wouldn't you like some pleasure instead?"

Speechless, you spun your head back around, but when you did you were met with the lewd sight of Porco standing before you, cock in his hand, slowly pumping himself to a full erection.

"Jesus!" you gasped, both at the sight itself and the size of what Porco was packing. "This is sick. You're both sick!"

"But look at you. Your hips are practically chasing after Reiner's hand." Porco pointed out, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Doesn't that make you sick too?"

Dropping your head, you felt your body tense when you laid eyes on Reiner's fingers massaging you over your pants. Sure enough, without even realizing it, you had been subtly bucking your hips up to meet his gentle touch.

"Fucking hell." You threw your head back, completely baffled by the situation and how you were reacting to it. In all your training, you had never been prepared for something like this, and clearly, it was showing. Your body was betraying you every chance it could, and even worse, Reiner and Porco knew it too.

"Does that feel good, sweet girl?" Reiner's voice was in your ear again in between nibbles and soft kisses to your neck and shoulder. "Tell me what you want me to do. Where should I touch you next?"

Forcing your lips together, you shook your head, refusing to answer.

"Guess it's dealer's choice then." Reiner began to push his hand down the front of your pants while his other hand looped around from the other side and began to pinch at your nipple through your shirt. "What about this? How's this?"

Eyes locking onto Reiner's, your mouth fell open when his rough fingers found your bare clit. Before you had the chance to get a single sound out, however, your face was grabbed harshly and something thick and hard was pushed past your lips.

Letting out a muffled yelp, you stared up at Porco through your lashes in complete disbelief that he had just shoved his cock into your mouth without any warning like that. Sure, he had always been a cocky son of a bitch, but this was on a whole new level.

"Ah, ah, no teeth." Porco disobeyed you with the shake of his finger when you tried to speak. "You know how to do this, I know you do. So be a good girl and suck my cock and maybe Reiner will give you what you really want."

Jaw going slack, you closed your eyes in acceptance as Porco slowly sheathed himself all the way into your mouth, the tip of his cock poking the back of your throat when your nose pressed into his stomach.

"So fucking warm and wet, just how I always imagined," Porco hissed. "Fuck all this bullshit. How about you just spill all your secrets right now and, if you promise to be my personal little fucktoy, we can spare your life."

You furrowed your brows, facial expressions the only way you could express your distaste for that idea.

"No, don't like the sound of that?" Porco laughed as he pulled out slowly, a string of saliva connecting your tongue to the tip of his cock. "Still not giving in?"

"You can throatfuck me as hard and as long as you want," you challenged. "I'm still not telling you shit."

Porco's eyes lit up. "Don't test me, slut." With that, he forced your mouth open again with his hand before shoving his cock back down your throat, thrusting hard and fast a few times to truly test your resolve. "Still nothing?"

You shook your head.

"Speak now or forever hold your peace, because you won't be able to say much of anything when I'm done with you." He gave you a few seconds to change your mind, but he was beyond pleased when you didn't. "Too bad . . . for you."

Grabbing you by the throat, Porco squeezed as he started fucking your mouth relentlessly. Meanwhile, Reiner had been playing with your nipples and rubbing slow circles over your clit the entire time. Once Porco had fallen into a rhythmic pace, you were able to focus back on Reiner's movements and how well your body was responding to him.

"I can tell you want to be full from the other end as well." Reiner licked a stripe up your neck to the shell of your ears. "I'd ask you to beg for it, but it's rude to speak with your mouth full."

When Reiner's fingers travelled down to your entrance, you inhaled sharply, throat tightening around Porco and causing him to let out a moan of pleasure.

"Fuck, dude, whatever you did, do it again," Porco told Reiner, and the ladder quickly obliged. You inhaled sharply once more when Reiner prodded you and, yet again, Porco moaned. "That's it, bitch, just like that."

Then, in one fluid motion, Reiner inserted two of his thick, rough fingers into your pussy and you let out a muffled cry of pleasure. "You're so tight, princess," Reiner cooed, his soft and loving words a stark contrast to Porco's snarky, insulting ones. "Bet you'd feel so good around my cock. You'd like that, huh? Want me to hold you in my arms and fuck you like the good girl you are?"

All you could do was nod, but even that movement was severely limited thanks to Porco's cock in your mouth.

"Yeah?" Reiner's chuckle was low and caused you to clench around his fingers. "Shit, baby, I want nothing more than to feel your velvet walls around me. If I untie you, will you be a good girl?"

You attempted to nod again, and when you did, not a single plan of escape crossed your mind. All you wanted at that moment was the use of your limbs again so you could use them to impale yourself on Reiner and ride him with every ounce of strength you had left.

Pulling his fingers out of you, Reiner stuffed them into his mouth to suck your juices off before he shot a look to Porco, silently telling him to back away so he could untie you.

As soon as Porco slid himself out of your throat, you drew in a deep breath of air followed by a light chuckle. "This is the best form of interrogation I've ever experienced," you admitted shamelessly. "Who knew you two had it in you."

"Watch what comes out of that mouth of yours." Porco jabbed a finger in your direction, his other hand occupied with fisting himself. "Or I'll plug it up again."

Before you could shoot back a remark, Reiner was using his pocket knife to cut the rope around your wrists and ankles. As soon as your limbs were free, he was lifting you off the chair and taking it for himself.

"Strip," he ordered, eyes glued to you like a hawk.

Smirk playing at the corners of your mouth, you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it back at Porco, not even bothering to spare him a glance over your shoulder. Then, you undid the button on your pants and slowly slid them down your legs, putting on a little show for Reiner as a thank you for him treating you so nicely thus far.

Once you were in nothing but your underwear, you straightened up again, waiting for his next command.

"Off." He eyed your underwear. "Take it all off."

Giving a slight nod, you looped your fingers under the band of your underwear and slowly stepped out of them, leaving yourself fully nude.

Turning around, you forced a sweet smile as you approached Porco. When you got to him, you balled up your panties and shoved them in his mouth. "It's your turn to taste me." You gave him a gentle pat on the puffed-out cheek before turning your attention back to Reiner, who was patiently waiting for you.

As you padded barefoot back in his direction, Reiner patted his clothed lap and you instantly obeyed. Straddling his muscular thighs, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your bare pussy down onto the bulge in his pants. You both let out a breathy moan.

"How come we never did this sooner?" You continued to grind on him, the pleasure starting to build with the faintest touch.

"You were too busy being a dirty little traitor," he reminded you calmly. "But better late than never, right?"

"Mmm," you agreed wordlessly seconds before Reiner grabbed the back of your head and shoved his tongue into your mouth in the most heated and passionate kiss you had ever experienced.

Lips colliding over and over again, fueled by pure lust, you reached down between your bodies and, after a little bit of fumbling, managed to pull Reiner's cock out of his pants. He was already rock hard and, evidenced by the slick mess you had left on his pants, you were more than ready to take him.

"Fuck me," you pleaded into his mouth.

"Gladly." He sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to draw blood as he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed into your waiting pussy.

In unison, you gasped into each other's mouths. Neither of you was able to form a single coherent thought, the only thing going through your minds being the feeling of the other person.

Your hands roaming Reiner's body, fingers brushing over his toned muscles, you eventually needed more and ripped his shirt open so you could feel his skin pressed against yours. While your hands explored every inch of his body, his hands were gripping your hips so hard his fingers were probably digging bruises into the supple flesh there. With his hold on you strong, he was able to move you up and down on his cock, maneuvering your body in whatever way felt best for him.

Then, all of a sudden, you began to feel another pair of hands grabbing at and smacking your asscheeks. "I'm getting so lonely," Porco said as he knelt behind you. "Think you've got room for one more?"

Mind too foggy with pleasure to even begin processing what that could possibly mean, you let out a gasp when you felt something warm and wet circling your asshole.

"Hey, eyes on me." Reiner forced you to look at him when you tried to glance back at what Porco was doing. "I'm the one fucking you, right? Not him. He could never fuck you this well."

You had expected Porco to pipe up when he heard that, but when he didn't, you remembered that it was probably a part of the plan from the beginning. That, and his mouth was too busy sucking and licking at your asshole. Despite that, you had to keep in mind that none of this was real—it was all a ploy to get you to start talking.

However, just as soon as you had remembered, you forgot all over again when Porco pushed a single finger into your ass and you clenched around his digit and Reiner's cock.

"Fuck!" you cried out, feeling fuller than ever and completely unable to comprehend taking both of their cocks at once.

"That's it!" Porco exclaimed. "You're probably fucking thrilled to be used by both of us at once. Is this what you fantasize about in that filthy mind of yours?"

You were unable to answer because, before you knew it, Reiner's mouth was on yours again and, after wrapping his arms around you, he stood up and brought you with him, cock still buried deep inside of you.

As you wrapped your legs around Reiner's waist, Porco came up behind you, finger slipping out of your ass and replacing the sensation with his cockhead poking at your backside. "Ready?" He breathed in your ear before beginning to push himself inside of you, your ass barely loosened up enough beforehand for the experience to be anywhere near enjoyable. "Nevermind, it doesn't matter." He laughed. "You didn't think it would all be pleasure, did you? Come on. What's pleasure without a little bit of pain, huh?"

Tears welling in your eyes, your jaw clenched as you tried to focus on the feeling of Reiner kissing down your neck instead of the feeling of Porco fucking you from behind.

"It hurts!" you complained, fingernails digging into Reiner's back.

"You can take it, I know you can." Reiner stepped forward, squishing you tighter between him and Porco "Be a good girl and take Porco's cock for me and I'll rub your clit just the way you like, okay?"

As tears started to spill from your eyes and drip down your cheeks, you swallowed your wails and pushed through the discomfort and pain, just like you had a hundred times before this interrogation method. After all, if you really thought about it, this was nowhere near as bad as being beaten within an inch of your life; the only reason it seemed so bad was because you had been spoiled with nothing but euphoria lately.

Drawing in a deep breath, you forced yourself to relax. "Good girl," Reiner praised as he shifted some of your weight into Porco's arms and used his free hand to rub small, quick circles into your clit just as he had said he would.

"Shit!" Porco growled as he bottomed out and buried his face into the crook of your neck and pressed his chest flush against your back. "Even better than her fucking mouth, if you can believe it. I'm not gonna last long like this."

"Yeah," Reiner grunted out. "This pussy is to die for. I'm close too."

Sandwiched between the two men, you barely paid attention to what they were saying until they were addressing you specifically.

"If you cum before us, I'm gonna rip your fingernails out one by one." Porco threatened and the idea of a true torture method after everything sent a chill down your spine.

"You can hold out, can't you?" Reiner's approach was much kinder, and before you knew what you were doing, you were happily agreeing with a nod. "I knew you would say yes. My perfect little fucking girl. Such a good girl for me."

You swore you could cum right then and there just from Reiner calling you his 'good girl', but you also fully believed Porco's threat, so you tried to think about something else while both men rutted into you over and over again, harsh puffs of air escaping their mouths as they neared their climaxes.

"Gonna cum so far inside you, you'll be leaking for days." Porco tightened his grip on you and you whined in response to his dirty words. "Not so snarky now, are you? Pretty quiet after you've been fucked stupid, huh?"

Not a minute later, both Reiner and Porco had picked up their paces, and after a few final thrusts, buried themselves as deep inside of you as they could and came together, chests heaving.

You had managed to hold out, but just barely. You could feel yourself getting closer as they twitched inside of you, the coil of tension in your stomach ready to release at any moment.

"Fuck, that was incredible." Porco loosened his grip on you, and as he pulled himself out of your abused hole, Reiner did the same.

"Been too long," Reiner agreed.

"Wait," you whimpered when your feet touched the ground and both men walked away from you, completely ignoring you and beginning to collect the clothes they had discarded. "What about me?"

Porco scoffed. "What about you?"

"I . . . I . . ." You pressed your thighs together, desperate for any little bit of friction you could get. Knees weak, you slowly dropped down, exhaustion and frustration taking over. "I was a good girl." You peered up at Reiner like a stray puppy. "I was a good girl for you, just like you asked. Don't I get to cum now?"

"Well, of course, you do." Reiner tucked his cocked back into pants before kneeling down before you and hooking his fingers under your chin. "You've just got to do one more thing for me, okay? Then I'll let you cum."

Brain completely drunk on the thought of getting the release you craved, you nodded enthusiastically. "Anything!"

Reiner grinned. "Just tell me everything you know."

[sugako]

afterthoughts & aftercare

daichi x reader cw: 18+ only mdni, female anatomy, gn reader, sweethear/baby names used, subby reader, overstim, oral (receiving), creampie, first time getting real aftercare, kinda hurt/comfort (he doesn't hurt u), fluff, established relationship, l-bombs wc: 1.7k a/n: this is dialog heavy and the nsfw is pretty short just an fyi. the idea has just been in my head for a while to write a purely aftercare fic (but there's a lil extra bc i have the need to write a whole scene ig)

“Too much!” You’re gasping for precious air, trembling hands weak from being pushed over the edge so many times gently push at Daichi’s shoulders until he’s crawling up from between your thighs. From the way his hips were digging into the mattress it was a wonder he hadn’t let up earlier. Before he can get a word in you’re wrapping your arms as best you can around his broad chest and shoulders. “Still want you. Need you please?”

The heat of his length pressed so tightly against your thigh is hurtling you deeper into your own hazy lust, hips squirming under him in an attempt to get something more.

“You got me,” he assures you, thumbing over your cheek with one hand while the other reaches down to line himself up. Although your limbs are heavy, you try to heave your thighs back as far as they’ll go, whining when the fat head of his cock pops into you. “Shh, shh…” he coos, sitting back to grab your legs for you and sliding them back as far as they’ll comfortably go.

In the greater scheme of things, this realm of the relationship was still new for the two of you. Even so, Daichi seemed to catch onto your body with greater ease than anyone else ever had.

"So big," you breathe. The concentration it's taking for you to relax is taking all you have left.

"I know, I know." With soft pecks across your face and neck, he assures you, massaging the back of your thighs while he easily bottoms out in the slick mess he's created. You're gaping up at him, brain finally relaxing into mush as he rocks back and forth, offering no more than shallow pumps into you.

You catch every other word of his praises and moans about how good you feel, so warm and tight and made just for him. There are no words left for you, instead just broken gasps and squeaks escape you every few moments. Basking in the steady, easy motions you don't know how much time has passed only that he feels good and all you want is him.

A tremor in his hips jolts you out of your dreamy daze, eyes finding his face. His eyes are hardened and boring into you, glimmering so darkly it makes you shiver around him.

"D-Dai-"

"Gonna cum, sweetheart." He groans, trying to hold his hips back from slamming into you. "Where do you want me?"

"Want you inside, please!" You whisper, entire body heating up at the question.

Just as his eyes roll into the back of his head he's swallowing you up in a deep kiss that nearly distracts from the way his hips slot so roughly against yours as he drives himself to his own end. Almost involuntarily you moan with him, sweet lustful sounds vibrating against one another's lips.

When his cock is finally done twitching inside you and begins to soften, he pulls back, easing your legs down to the bed and carefully pulling out of your raw cunt. He watches for a moment, with a kind of greedy pride, as a thick white drip finds its way out of you.

Your head is elsewhere. All you can think of is him. Everything still feels floaty and your limbs barely feel functional, yet you find yourself making some sad attempt to sit up until he sets you back against the bed.

"What are you doing?" He chuckles.

"Just...jus' gotta clean you up." You whine, grabbing toward him. He takes your hands in his, hovering back over you to press a soft kiss to your nose.

"You're shaking." He says sternly. "And you can barely move. Stay here, I'll be back in a second."

"Oh...okay." There's a pit in your stomach when he gets off the bed and walks toward the door. It's a silly thing, you think, getting worried when he's only going a room away, but the incessant need for him to be with you is still screaming in the back of your head.

Before the tears can well up he's walking back through the door, warm washcloth and a water bottle in hand, looking far more cleaned up than you feel. The bed dips with his weight as he leans toward you, rough hands being gentle with your sore legs that are still spread. Still sensitive, you jump when he rolls it against your aching clit.

"Sorry, baby." His face twists up like he wants to say more, but he holds back for a moment until he's completely finished with you. "Are you...are you really okay?" He asks at last. "Tell me how you feel."

"How I feel?" You slowly repeat back.

"Yeah," he pulls the blanket up over the two of you, pulling you into to rest your head against his plush chest. "What's going on in your head?"

"I feel, this sounds stupid, I just feel...like, kind of dumb and everything sorta feels foggy."

The soft rub of his hands across your back soothes you into some respite for a moment and before he can respond you're opening your mouth again.

"Are you okay?"

“What do you mean?” The tinge of worry in his voice pierces your stomach and without another consideration, you’re trying to backtrack.

“Well, I mean, I don't know.”

“I am completely okay, I just want to make sure you are. Here,” you feel him reach for the bottle laid beside him, “you should drink.”

Ignoring his suggestions although your throat is dry, you continue on. “You're just doing all this stuff.”

“All this...what do you mean all this stuff?”

“I don't know, it was dumb.”

“No, it's not. Tell me. I need to know.”

Shovel in hand, you can feel yourself digging deeper into the hole you’ve created. Using the water bottle to give yourself time to think, you sit up just enough to drink and take a long, slow slip. “Well, I just, ya know no one really stays like this after.”

“I- wait after sex?”

His voice is higher than normal, somehow worse than when it gets low and serious.

“Yeah, was just worried I did something wrong because you're asking questions and all-”

“No, baby, c'mere,” he says even though you're already tucked against him, “I know we haven’t done… a lot together, but hasn't someone ever done this for you after?”

Embarrassment bubbles up in your chest quick and hard, hurtling the tears back into your eyes.

“No.” You can feel your voice getting quieter.

A concerned grunt echoes through his chest. “Even in relationships? Hookups can be kinda quick but sti-”

“No, not in relationships either.” Fat tears are spilling out of your eyes, and in some desperate attempt to keep your breathing even you take a deep gasp of air. Daichi’s arms tighten around your back, rubbing deeper circles in your shoulder blades.

“They usually just had me clean them up and then I fixed myself and they left right away. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying.” You sniffle, trying to hide your face into his body even though there’s no hiding your feelings now.

“That's not right, that's very irresponsible and poor behavior. Sex is… I mean obviously, it’s fun and great, but physically and emotionally it’s really exhausting. Your body is doing all sorts of things, plus I know I went a little far going -”

“Okay, okay!” You let out an ugly, broken laugh, finally peeling yourself away from him just enough to look up at him.

“But really, you need time and care to recover, whether it was super intense or not.” He adds seriously. All is quiet for a long minute as you mull it over while you take another long drink from the bottle before handing it back to him.

“What about you?” You ask quietly, pressing a kiss over his heart.

“Me? Right now I just want to take care of you, and I like laying you with you here. I’ll ask you when I need some extra care though, okay?”

“Okay,” you hum back.

He takes a deep breath, letting out a short, aggravated sigh before he continues. “You need to know that whatever happened in the past, it isn’t your fault. But from now on, this is what you should expect. But now,” he says a little more assuredly, “onto the next portion of our time, tell me more about how you feel. How you think everything went.”

“I mean, good.” The words feel squeezed and tight, like you don’t really know the answer.

“Well, that’s good, could you tell me a little more though? Just anything you really liked or felt strongly about, even stuff you might wanna change or didn’t like so much.”

Somehow, this all felt much more vulnerable and intimate than any physical act. “Next time could you be a little more direct with what you want me to do? Or even just tell me what to do more, if you’re comfortable with that. Everything was good, but I mostly liked your pacing and the, uh… more physical aspects were really great.” You add on a bit awkwardly, brushing your fingers up and down his stomach. “What about you?”

“I can definitely be more direct.” His sure tone shouldn’t send the shiver down your spine that it does, and you push the feeling down, for the time being, trying to ignore the heat that spreads in your chest. “But thank you, and me? You were perfect. Next time I want to make sure that you understand whatever it is I’m asking you to do and you let me know if you completely understand or not.”

“I can manage that.” You mumble against his skin, drowsiness creeping into your body.

“Need anything else? Food, clothes, we can watch something or listen to some music if you want.”

Lazy and sore, you lift yourself up enough to kiss under his jaw, barely shaking your head. “I’m okay, just want to be here now. Thank you.” Your gratitude has layers that he understands well.

“Alright, let me know if you need anything.” Part of you wants his doting to feel overbearing, but instead, it just feels comforting and nice. “I love you.” He murmurs into the crown of your head.

“I love you too.”

It isn’t the first time you’ve said it, but something feels new about the words when they slip from your mouth. There’s something much more intimate about them so shortly after past pains shared, like a secret language. Daichi’s heart is reverberating against your ear, a constant reminder that he’s right here with you now and for as long as you need him.

[legends-of-apex]

‘Late Night Talks’ Part. 5 | Ah Sahm x f!reader

Don’t worry if you haven’t read the previous part as this series is just a collection of ✨encounters✨ you have with Ah Sahm, there isn’t really an over-arching plot or anything!

rating: 18+ nsfw

word count: 3,400

summary: Having not seen him for a few days, you decide to try and make Ah Sahm just a little jealous by talking to another Hop Wei whilst you work at the bar. His reaction ends up being a lot softer than you ever thought it would be.

genre: smut, jealousy, fingering, sex in a chair, fluff, relationship development

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, riding, pet names (sweetheart, babygirl, baby), low-key oral fixation, dirty talk, hand kink, mentions of jealousy but no actual jealousy, the reader marking up Ah Sahm with love bites

a/n: Thank you so much to @icy-spicy and @simpingforclaudette for their help and inspiration 🥰

“You know she’s just trying to make you jealous right?” Ah Toy followed the man’s heated gaze, noting how his finger tapped against his glass in a frantic rhythm.

“I know,” he downed the rest of his drink in one go, “It’s working.”

The only thing Ah Sahm was truly jealous of was that this man had your company right now and he didn’t. He hadn’t for the past week or so because he’d been busy with Young Jun. It was his own fault, really. But he couldn’t help the clench in his jaw as the Hop Wei member that held your attention smiled at something you said. Ah Sahm was pretty good at reading people and he could tell that that man wanted you.

From the way he’d only seen his face in the barracks maybe once just in passing, the guy hadn’t long landed in San Francisco; likely came on a ship a few days after Hong. One even vague hint that he was making you uncomfortable and he’d have him wishing he never left the boat. But you just seemed disinterested, barely even attempting to flirt with the man as you worked. Ah Sahm had seen you when you were flirting and this wasn’t it. You just seemed bored and he couldn’t help but want to change that.

“You got a room empty?”

“Maybe,” Ah Toy spared you another glance as she blew out some cigarette smoke out from between her crimson lips, meeting your eyes across the room for a second, “But I need her standing upright same time tomorrow so…”

“So?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and waiting for her to finish.

“So, you promise me she’ll still be fit for work tomorrow and I'll let you borrow that room.” She smiled sweetly as she got to her feet, patting him once on the shoulder.

He looked up at her as she stood, as innocently as he could. His eyes lifted upwards but the rest of him stayed still. As if it was incredulous of her to insinuate him capable of doing such a thing, of making your stride a little stiff.

“Hey, take this to room thirteen for me?” Ah Toy handed you a bottle of wine, Ah Sahm’s favourite you realised, with a sly smile before slipping away from the bar and over to a table where her girls sat chatting.

The digits bolted onto the door of room twelve in shining steel caught your eye as you passed it. You remembered your time with Ah Sahm in there, the first time you'd ever been together, and couldn’t help but blush.

That man was something else. He’d been insatiable ever since.

With a deep breath to steady your mind and fill your lungs, you knocked on the door to room thirteen before entering right away. But no matter what sight your mind had thought you might be greeted with, the last thing on your mind was this.

“Good evening, sweetheart. Long time no see.”

Ah Sahm sat in an aged leather armchair right across from the doorway. His legs were spread wide, feet planted firmly on the floor. His black dress trousers seemed strained on his thighs but every other part of his clothing was loosened. His jacket hung open, the top button of his waistcoat was undone too and his white shirt was crumpled beneath the dark layers of fabric. One half of its collar stuck out in an odd direction, revealing perhaps a little more of his chest than he would have realised but it begged to be touched, the fabric itched to be straightened or tousled even more.

He sat so far back in the chair that it took a while for your eyes to land on his face. When they did, your stomach knotted. His eyes were so dark, barely visible from the way his nose pointed towards the sky. There was a grin on his face too, a handsome one; One that would've made you want to kiss it right off his face had not been startled by his presence.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you in here,” you told him, coming to stand before him with the bottle of wine, “I can’t stay, I’m sorry. Still on the clock.”

Not that that had ever stopped you from hooking up with him before.

“Nah, don’t worry. Ah Toy gave you the rest of the night off,” he took the wine from you gently, still grinning like a fox, and set it down on the table at his side “Why don’t you shut the door and sit down?”

So you did just that, still mulling over the realisation that Ah Toy had obviously caught on to your little escapade and how much you’d missed Ah Sahm. You’d been complaining about not seeing him for almost a week yesterday and she’d obviously decided to give you some time to spend with him now that he was here.

The question of just exactly what his intentions were here flooded your mind. You wanted him an you’d made that clear by keeping conversation with the poor unsuspecting new Hop Wei recruit who was all to eager to strike up a conversation with you at the bar. From the look in his eyes and the bunched fabric at his thighs, you could tell he wanted you too.

So the question was: What were either of you going to do about it?

“I’m sorry I haven’t been to see you. Young Jun and I have been stressing about a shipment and I didn’t want to put that on you. I’ve missed you,” He extended a bruised hand towards you and you took it, letting him lead you to sit across his lap so the side of the chair supported your back.

He slid a hand around your waist as you wrung your arms around his neck and kissed him. He tasted exactly how he always did and his lips felt just as soft.

“I’ve missed you too,” you replied, smiling down at him but barely moving your mouth away from his, desperate to kiss him again after one so short.

He planted a hand on your knee, firm and rigid. His eyes met yours as he darted his tongue out to wet his bottom lip, to taste your kiss before his eyes moved down towards your lips, begging for more.

“This guy at the bar… he anything I need to worry about?” He asked, voice low and quiet, jaw clenched as you ran a finger over it.

“Not at all. I knew he’d tip big if I gave him a little attention.” You kissed his jaw, wanting to reassure him, “And he’s just about the only Hop Wei that doesn’t know I’m with already with you.”

You couldnt believe it when he started flirting with you, ‘surprised’ didnt cover it. That black and red uniform usually meant someone knew who Ah Sahm was, meant they’d probably seen you lounging in his lap on your break or stealing a kiss from him over the bar on a busy night. It meant they wouldn’t flirt with you, that they knew you were with him. Given his reputation, what he could do, no one who ever knew you were with Ah Sahm ever spoke to you like that. They usually just ordered their drinks, paid and tipped with nothing but politeness and went on their way.

“He’s new, fresh off the salt,” he confirmed, lips so close to yours that a sharp breath from either of you would have allowed them to meet, “Have to admit I’m a bit jealous he got to spend so much time with you tonight. But it was so much fun watching you work him for all he’s worth.”

He’s enjoyed seeing your overly sweet smile directed towards the man coupled with the boredom in your eyes. It made the fact that he got to enjoy your real smile just that much sweeter. Plus he was proud of you wracking up tips that only the likes of the Hop Wei could provide.

Your nose bumped against his as you waited for him to stop talking so you press your lips to his again. “Seems like you enjoyed the show,” you replied, letting a hand slide down his chest as you looked between him and the strain in his trousers.

“I think he did too.”

“If this is what jealousy looks like on you then I might have to try make you jealous more often. It’s a good look on you.”

“Oh it is, huh?” He asked with a smile, trailing his hand higher up your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze, “I could just tell he was itching to touch you… I guess we have that in common.”

He saw how your breath caught and your eyes darted to his hand as just the very tips of his fingers slipped beneath your skirts. Your hand shot out to cover his. Not to stop his ascent, no. The touch was too gentle for that. Instead, you skimmed a finger, just one, along the edge of his hand. It’s the barest of touches but it feels deliberate, intentional.

“Do you really think I’d let anyone else touch me the way that you do?” You asked, earnestly.

Your finger ventures further, drags along the back of his hand until it reaches a vein that ladders up to just below his knuckles. You traced it with a gentleness, a softness that he still wasn't used to. Despite the weeks he’d known that touch from you it still had his stomach brimming with butterflies. He still wasn't used to being touched with so much care.

“No, sweetheart. I don’t.” Ah Sahm wasn’t sure when he forgot to take a breath until his lungs begged him for air as your fingers filled all three of the gaps between his knuckles, sliding through the dips. Your fingertips smoothed over his brazen knuckles, the skin so rough and battered; barely healed from bruising whatever body they’d last made cold.

At the join of your hands with his, he moved a finger to trail along your skin. His touch always feels the exact opposite of the way it should: His hands are comfort and safety, each press feels like a concentrated hug. Although his flesh was rough and well-worked, the intentions behind his touch are always so gentle, so warm.

Gentle, unlike the violence his hands otherwise deliver. Warm, like freshly spilt blood.

You can feel the blood rushing through his veins inside his thumb. His heartbeat hammered beneath your fingers as you brought his thumb to your lips. You gave him the most docile, doe-eyed gaze you could muster as your tongue dragged down the edge of its thick, dense base. It glided between your lips with ease.

His focus was shifting, mind turning to just what else your mouth could do so he brought it right back to where he wanted it to be: on you. Being away from one another for so long was his doing, so he wanted to see to your needs first.

“Whichever fingers you want inside you? Get 'em nice and wet for me, babygirl.”

Grabbing his hand to keep his fingers in place, you slid his two longest fingers past your lips. Your head almost bobbed as you eagerly lathered up his skin and Ah Sahm looked on with a now uncomfortable strain in his trousers. It took every ounce of strength he had not to give in to the thoughts racing through his mind from the way your mouth felt so soft and watering, how good your lips would feel just then all wrapped around his cock.

Once he pulled his soaked fingers from your mouth his lips were on yours so quickly you barely had time to process their press. He couldn’t stand to not kiss you for a moment longer. Even as he shoved one knee between your legs and nudged them open, his lips barely left yours for a moment.

Right now he was obsessed with the feeling of your lips on his own. His kiss was different, it was rougher and maybe even a little needier than usual. But his lips were as soft and plump as they always were, moving against yours so wonderfully.

Now with your legs spread wide before him, he pushed the fabric of your skirts high up on your thighs, moving your underwear to the side with his thumb. He smoothed his two fingers all over your pussy, gathering some of the existing wetness and spreading that too.

“Can’t wait to show you how much I’ve missed you. Only six nights without you and I almost forgot just how wet you get for me,” he groaned to himself.

“Only for you,” you choked out and he chuckled, kissing your neck.

“I know.” He said with a smile, with light in his eyes.

His hand was warm and heavy on your heat. Big enough to cover your mound in its entirety with palm to spare. As he began rubbing over your clit his lips left your neck so he could watch the way your face contorted and your eyes closed from his touch.

Soon he slid one finger inside you, let it slide in and out of you a few times before adding another. His fingers kept going. In and out. Curling in all the right ways as he pumped them in and out. His thumb pressed against your clit now too until your thighs began to quiver.

“Ah Sahm,” you whined as he slowed his pace.

“I don’t know, baby. Maybe I should tease you for a little while like you did me, have you aching for me? I’d have fucked you against the bar if you’d asked, you know that?”

He pulled his slick fingers from your entrance and instead to his mouth, looking up at you as he did. He made sure to have direct eye contact with you as he groaned, licking your slick off his fingers until his hands were clean. He took his time with it, eyes only ever leaving yours to close in appreciation for the taste.

“Mhm I want you so bad,” he groaned. The sound so deep in his throat had you getting out of his lap and cupping his cheek before you started undressing.

“Knowing that even though that dumb onion wanted you? You couldn’t have cared less. I could see it in your eyes just how little you cared. You’re holding out for me the same way I’m holding out for you. And you know what? I don’t think anything’s ever made me so fucking hard.”

You wound your hands behind your back and for a moment he wasn't sure of exactly what you were doing until your dress slipped to the floor and pooled at your feet. He barely had time to drink you in as you swung one leg over either side of his lap and let your knees rest on the chair’s plush cushion by his thighs.

Once you’d comfortably straddled him, had him looking up at you in awe, you began hastily unbuttoning his waistcoat, his shirt. He looked at you with so much adoration in his eyes that you couldn’t resist kissing him again before you continued on.

With his shirt unbuttoned, you splayed it wide and admired his chest, his stomach. You kissed his neck, finding the spot that always had him moaning breathlessly in your ear. And you mouthed your way downwards, suckling and nibbling a bruise wherever you saw fit.

“You marking me up, huh?” He asked as you let your tongue fill the valley at the centre of his chest, “Making sure everybody knows I’m yours?”

“Something like that,” you replied. “You just suit it so well.”

The last love bite you left was on the base of his neck, about an inch off his shoulders. High enough that it might peek out from beneath his shirt collar but low enough that he wouldn’t feel the need to hide it. Not that he would anyway, he always wore your love bites with pride. He liked knowing some of the bruises on his skin came from your passion rather than just another man’s fist.

His hand was on your cheek then and he led you up for a kiss.

“Ride me?” He asked, nose bumping off of yours from closeness, barely able to resist letting his lips know yours again.

Tearing his lips away from yours, you pushed him back into the armchair with a hand on his chest. He gazed up at you in anticipation, watching as you undid his belt and freed him from his trousers. His breath caught as cold night air rushed over his wet, throbbing tip. When the delicate heat of your hand soon replaced the cold, he outright moaned without hesitation.

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, dragging your thumb over a small bead of precum that leaked, smoothing it over his head, “Look at you all hard and needy for me.”

“Only for you,” he repeated your words back to you with a grin as he began tracing your sides, leaning up to let his lips travel the expanse of your shoulders, your chest.

His heartbeat roared beneath your palm and he struggled against it briefly just so he could lean up and kiss you again. He’d missed the taste of your body on his tongue. The softness of your lips was such a comfort to him, so familiar. Tonight he was thoroughly drunk on your kiss, he couldn’t get enough of it. Even as you settled down on his cock he didn’t want to let his lips leave yours.

The slow pace you set was torturous for both of you; His lips parted and his eyelids fluttered as you sank down upon him. He hugged your body close to his, arms wrapping around your back and pressing you against him so your bodies were painted onto one another. He had to have you close.

Your hand in his hair had his voice straining as he moaned into your neck. Sweaty hair hanging in front of his eyes swinging with the movement of his hips up into yours, still eager as ever to please. You could feel the scratch of his beard on your skin as he kissed up and down your neck, nibbling and sucking in the areas he knew were tender.

Your body wrapped around him so snug and so warm felt like the most sought-after hug he’d ever had. Each time your mouth was anywhere near his, he let his lips dance over yours. And his kiss was sloppy, filled with need. But in the moment it felt right. Nothing less than sloppy and a little too much would’ve suited the tone of your time together just then.

A particularly hard upward roll of his hips had your mouth hanging open and your chin aimed for the sky. The shortness of his thrusts now told you he was desperate, meaning he was close.

“Fill me up, baby. Show me you’re mine.”

Hearing that you thought of him as yours was what finally did it for him. When he came all shallow breaths and short cries into your shoulder, you ran your hands through his hair, keeping your steady pace to prolong it for him as long as possible, to keep him groaning by your ear.

“Don’t stop,” he told you, “Come around me, baby. Please.”

He delved his thumb between your legs, until he found the spot that had you gripping his shoulders until the skin broke. He kissed his way over your chest until he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, letting his tongue pulse against the bud.

He had you coming undone in his arms soon after. As your hips faltered, he moved his up to keep his cock sliding in and out of you until you were spent and he felt the pangs of overstimulation in his gut.

“So I’m yours, huh?” He asked, a grin forming on his handsome, sweaty face, “Does that mean you’re mine?”

“Hmm I’ll have to think about it,” you teased, cupping his cheek and pecking his lips, “Of course I’m yours. If you’ll have me?” You wrung your arms around his neck so you could gaze into his eyes more easily.

“Oh, I’ll have you.” His grip on you tightened as he stood and carried you towards the bed at the centre of the room, “And I’ll have you again as soon as you let me.”

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