#I will continue to say it. get yourself a partner who looks at you the way oscar piastri looks at his teammate lando norris
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naughty or nice ân.hischier
đpairings:Â nico hischier x afab!reader â platonic jack hughes x afab!reader đgenre:Â smut âromance â colleagues - to - lovers âfake datingâ đwarnings:Â mentions of creepy boss â inappropriate touching â car sex â no mentions of protection - wrap it before you tap it â nico getting feisty â đsynopsis:Â You just wanted to avoid your creepy coworker, you didnât know you would have to rely on an a "stranger" to be your fake boyfriend. đword count:Â 5.7k đauthors note: Â this is the second last in my christmas special series, it is a rewrite of an old kpop fic I wrote but I hope you all still enjoy - next up is DDD with quinn hughes (not to mention my NYE John Marino fic) I hope you all enjoy, cause I know I did!
âThe Christmas party will be held on Friday night at seven oâclock.â You boss begins concluding the meeting, shuffling his own papers into a pile before looking up at the group. âNo kids permitted but partners are welcomed.â He adds looking at each of his team leaders, his eyes landing on you at the end of the table, âI look forwards to meeting everyoneâs significant others.â Your bosses eye linger for a second too long before he calls your name, âWould you mind staying for a little bit longer?â You nod in response, pretending to organise your papers as your other colleagues shuffle out of the meeting room.Â
âSo, are we going to be expecting your boyfriend to be attending this year?â You boss asks as the last person leaves the meeting room, the door swinging closed. You let out a quiet sigh as you turn towards you boss, a tight smile on your face. âYou two have been together for a while now and weâve never met him.â You boss continues, taking a few long strides till he stand in front of you. âI just find it funny, is all.â He tries to explain.Â
You take deep breaths as you try to force yourself to stay still, the older man tucking a long piece of hair behind you ear. To him youâre sure the gesture seemed sweet and romantic, but to you it was a threat, a show of power.Â
âIâll see what I can do. He works night shifts so itâs hard to rearrange his schedule.â You say lightly, holding your papers tight to your chest, trying your hardest not to watch as your boss gazes over your body.Â
âWell I expect him to be thereâŠâ You boss says, and you let out a breath thinking he would take the hint, but your body tenses again as he leans forwards, his lips pressing just below your ear, âotherwise Iâll have to assume youâre lying to me.â You continue to smile as your boss glances at you one more time before sauntering out of the room, your body falling into one of the table chairs, a shiver running up your spine.Â
âMaybe I am lying to you, you absolute piece of garbage.â You hiss, wanting to cry out the frustration of your creepy boss. âWhat kind of disgusting, egotistical maniac think they can touch their employeâ oh hey Jack.â You stop yourself short in your rant, only just noticing the stoic faced man who walks into the room.Â
You feel your cheeks flush as Jack closes the door behind him, his expression unreadable. Heâs always been hard to read, but right now, his quiet demeanour feels more intimidating than comforting.
âHow long have you been standing there?â you ask, trying to sound casual as you scramble to sit up straighter in your chair. Your voice trembles slightly, betraying your nerves.
Jack doesnât answer immediately. He moves to the chair across from you and sits down, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. His dark eyes lock onto yours, and you shift uncomfortably under his gaze.
âLong enough,â he finally says, his voice low but steady. âWhat the hell was that about?â You swallow hard, feeling your throat tighten. The last thing you want is to talk about what just happened, but Jackâs not going to let it go. Heâs your best friend â well to be honest heâs your only friend â and he knows you too well to believe any excuse you might try to come up with.
âItâs nothing,â you mumble, looking down at your hands as you fiddle with the edge of your stack of papers.
Jackâs jaw tightens. âDonât lie to me,â he says firmly. âDoes he do that often?â You feel your stomach churn as the memory of your bossâs hand brushing against your hair comes rushing back. You hug the papers tighter to your chest, as if theyâre a shield that can protect you from the humiliation and fear bubbling inside you.
âItâs fine,â you say quietly. âHeâs just overly friendly.â You dismiss, Jack leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He looks frustrated, but thereâs something else in his expressionâsomething softer, more vulnerable.
âYou shouldnât have to deal with that,â he says after a long pause. âYou shouldnât have to put up with that creep by yourself, maybe you should tell someone about it.â
âIâve been to HR, heâs my direct supervisor so no one will do anything. Heâs my boss, Jack, there is nothing I can do except suck it up.â You rub your face lightly, trying to ignore the way Jack watches you with concern.Â
âWhat about Nico?â Jack says softly. You head whipping towards him in surprise.Â
âWhat about him?â You ask confused about where he was going with his suggestion.Â
âPeople take his opinion pretty seriously and Iâm sure if you asked him for help he would do his best.â Everyone and their mother knew that Nico was a good guy, and good guys do everything they can to help anyone they can and you knew Nico had the sway with the higher ups to help you out, but you canât help the way your head shakes at the suggestion.Â
âHe has bigger things to worry about, than an entry level employee and her boundary crossing boss.â You whine, pushing the hair out of your face before standing from your chair, smiling one last time at your friend, hoping it reaches your eyes enough to convince him.Â
âIâll be fine.â You reassure the man, who shakes his head in disbelief but says nothing more, Youâre about to keep arguing, to insist that you donât need anyoneâs help, when the door opens again. Your heart jumps, thinking it might be your boss coming back, but itâs not.Â
Itâs Nico.
Like captain of the team, Nico.Â
Like first overall draft pick, Nico.Â
Like your secret office crush, Nico.Â
Like good guy, Nico.Â
You freeze in place, caught somewhere between dread and disbelief. Nico steps into the room, his tall frame casting a shadow across the carpeted floor. His sharp brown eyes scan the room, landing briefly on Jack before settling on you. The warmth in his gaze feels out of place in the sterile tension hanging in the air.
âAm I interrupting something?â he asks, his voice smooth but tinged with concern.
Jack stands, his chair scraping against the floor as he does. âNo, I was just leaving,â he says, giving Nico a pointed look that seems to communicate volumes. He turns back to you. âWeâll talk later,â he murmurs, before slipping out of the room and closing the door behind him.
Youâre left alone with Nico, the silence almost suffocating. He takes a step closer, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. You feel a rush of heat creep up your neck as his eyes meet yours.
âYou okay?â he asks, his tone gentle but direct. Itâs such a simple question, but itâs enough to make your composure wobble.
âI⊠yeah, Iâm fine,â you say, too quickly. Youâre not sure if youâre trying to convince him or yourself.
Nico doesnât look convinced. He tilts his head slightly, studying you like heâs piecing together a puzzle. âYou sure? Jack seemed⊠worried.â
Your heart clenches. You glance away, pretending to straighten your papers on the table. âJack worries too much. Itâs nothing I canât handle.â
Nico steps closer, and you feel the air shift around you. âThatâs not what it looked like,â he says softly, his voice carrying an undercurrent of steel. âWhatever it is, you donât have to handle it alone.â
The lump in your throat grows, but you swallow it down. Youâve always been good at bottling things up, at pretending everythingâs fine even when it isnât. But Nicoâs earnestness chips away at your defences.
âItâs complicated,â you admit finally, your voice barely above a whisper. âI⊠I donât want to cause trouble.â
Nicoâs brows knit together, and he exhales sharply through his nose. âTrouble?â he repeats, his tone incredulous. âYou think standing up for yourself is causing trouble?â
You look up at him, startled by the intensity in his voice. His jaw is tight, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Heâs angry, but not at youâyou can see that clearly. Itâs a protective kind of anger, one that makes your chest ache in a way you canât quite explain.
But Nico never got angry.Â
At anyone.Â
Ever.Â
Except maybe now.
âI⊠I donât know,â you mumble, feeling suddenly exposed under his gaze. âHeâs my boss, Nico. What am I supposed to do? Go up against him? Risk my job?â
Nico takes another step closer, until heâs standing right in front of you. His presence is overwhelming, but not in a bad way. Itâs grounding, like an anchor in a storm.
âYes,â he says firmly. âIf thatâs what it takes, then yes. You donât deserve to be treated like that. No one does.â Your eyes sting, and you blink rapidly to keep the tears at bay.Â
âYou make it sound so easy,â you say, your voice cracking. âDo you know how hard I worked to even get considered for a job here?â Nicoâs expression softens, and he reaches out, his hand hovering near your arm. He doesnât touch you, but the gesture is enough to steady your trembling resolve.Â
âItâs not easy,â he says gently. âBut youâre not alone. You have people who care about you. Jack, the team, me⊠weâll have your back.â You look up at him, searching his face for any hint of insincerity. But all you see is determination and a quiet kind of kindness that makes your chest tighten.
âWhy would you do that?â you ask, your voice barely audible.
Nicoâs lips quirk into a small, almost shy smile. âBecause itâs the right thing to do,â he says simply. âAnd because you⊠you matter.â Your breath catches, and for a moment, you forget how to speak. The vulnerability in his words, the way his eyes hold yoursâitâs almost too much to handle.
âThank you,â you manage to say, your voice thick with emotion.
Nico nods, his smile growing a fraction wider. âYou donât have to thank me,â he says. âJust let me help. Give me something I can do to help.â The idea pops into your head before you can even shake it away.Â
âNope, canât think of anything.âÂ
âYouâre lying, I can see that youâre lying.â He lets out a soft chuckle, his arms crossing against his chest in amusement.Â
âThere is no way you can tell, Iâve got a better poker face then anyone here.â You scoff, mirroring Nicoâs position but crossing your arms, raising your brow in challenge.Â
âYou bite the inside of your cheek and you blink more when youâre lying.â Nico says quickly, a smile growing on your face as you mouth fall open a little. âJust tell me your idea.âÂ
âNo, itâs stupid.âÂ
âI doubt it - I told you I just want to help.â Nico quips back, taking a step forwards his arms loosening as one reaches towards you, pausing before dropping back to his side, âCâmon spit it out.âÂ
âI need a fake boyfriend.âÂ
Nicoâs eyebrows shoot up, and for a moment, he looks like heâs trying to process your words. His mouth opens slightly, then closes again, as if heâs weighing the best response.
âA fake boyfriend?â he repeats, his voice laced with cautious amusement.
You nod quickly, your cheeks burning. âYeah⊠itâs stupid, I know,â you mumble, fiddling with the corner of your papers again. âBut heâs been pressing me about bringing someone to the Christmas dinner, and so last year I just said my boyfriend couldnât make it, and ever since he insisted on meeting him.â Nico leans back slightly, his arms now loosely crossed as he studies you. Thereâs a flicker of something in his expressionâcuriosity. âBut I think heâs starting to catch on.â You admit
âAnd you think a fake boyfriend will⊠solve this?â
âI think itâll buy me some breathing room,â you say hurriedly, your words tumbling out before you can stop them. âIf he thinks Iâm really in a relationship, maybe heâll back off. At least for a little while.â
Nico doesnât say anything right away. His eyes search your face, and you feel like heâs looking right through you, seeing every crack in the facade youâve worked so hard to maintain. Finally, he exhales, running a hand through his hair.
âAll right,â he says, his voice calm but decisive.
You blink. âAll right⊠what?â
âAll right, Iâll do it,â he says, his lips twitching into a faint smile. âIâll be your fake boyfriend.â For a moment, youâre sure youâve misheard him.Â
âYou will?â you stammer, staring at him like heâs grown a second head. Nico shrugs, his expression casual but with a hint of playfulness.
 âWhy not? You need help, and Iâm offering. Besides,â he adds, his smile growing just a little, âit might be fun.â Your brain feels like itâs short-circuiting. You hadnât actually expected him to agree, let alone so quickly.Â
âNico, you donât have toââ
âI want to,â he interrupts gently, his gaze steady. âIf it helps keep that guy off your back, Iâm in.â
You swallow hard, trying to process the turn this conversation has taken. âI donât know what to say,â you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.
âSay yes,â Nico replies, his tone light but sincere.Â
You bite your lip, the weight of his offer settling over you. It feels like a lifeline, and you know youâd be a fool to turn it down. âOkay,â you say finally, your voice shaky but resolute. âThank you, Nico. Really.â
He grins, and for the first time in what feels like ages, you feel a flicker of hope. âDonât worry about it.â Nico says quickly, âBesides no harm done in showing up to the party with a pretty girl on my arm.âÂ
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The night of the Christmas dinner arrives faster than you anticipated, leaving you both excited and riddled with nerves. Your apartment is quiet, save for the sound of you pacing back and forth in front of your mirror, fussing over the dress youâd picked out weeks ago. Itâs nice enough, but it feels lacklustre now that the evening is here.
Youâre mid-sigh when a knock sounds at your door, startling you out of your thoughts. Quickly, you toss your robe over your half-zipped dress and shuffle to answer. When you pull the door open, Nico is there, looking so effortlessly put together in a pressed white dress shirt and tailored pin stripe suit that it makes your stomach do an annoying little flip.
âHey,â he says, offering a small, boyish smile as he steps inside. You catch the faint scent of his cologne as he moves past you, and it takes an extra second to gather your thoughts.
âHey,â you reply, trying to sound casual. Then you notice the garment bag draped over his arm. âWhatâs that?â Nicoâs smile grows, but thereâs something bashful about it, a faint dusting of pink rising to his cheeks. He holds the bag up, almost like heâs presenting you with a peace offering.Â
âI, uh⊠I brought you something. For tonight.â
You blink, your eyes shifting between him and the garment bag. âWhat do you mean? I already have a dressââ
âI know,â he cuts in, scratching the back of his neck as his gaze flickers to the floor. âI just thought⊠maybe youâd like this one better. I mean, not that your dress isnât great! Iâm sure itâs great. I justââ
âNico,â you interrupt, trying to hide a laugh. âTake a breath.â
He exhales sharply, a sheepish grin breaking through. âRight. Sorry. Here, just⊠look at it.â Carefully, he unzips the bag to reveal an absolutely breathtaking gown. Itâs emerald green with subtle beading that catches the light just so, giving it a timeless elegance. The fabric flows beautifully, the kind of dress that looks like it belongs in an old Hollywood film.
Your jaw drops. âNicoâŠâ You reach out to touch the dress, your fingers brushing over the soft, luxurious fabric.âThis is⊠stunning. But you didnât have to do this. This must have costââ
âDonât worry about that,â he says quickly, waving off your concern. âItâs⊠Itâs a gift.â
Your heart skips a beat. âA gift?â Nico shifts on his feet, suddenly looking almost boyish in his discomfort. âYeah. Well, I didnât pick it out on my own,â he admits, his ears turning pink now.Â
âI, uh⊠I called my mum. Sheâs the one who helped me pick it. Sheâs good at this kind of thing.â
For a second, you just stare at him, completely floored. âYou got your mum involved?â
He rubs the back of his neck again, his smile turning shy. âShe was thrilled, honestly. Sheâs been wanting to meet you since I told her about⊠well, you know, this whole thing.â
The mention of his mom melts something in your chest. The idea of Nico going out of his way to make sure everything was perfectâand even involving his momâis almost too much to process.
âNico, this isâŠâ You pause, swallowing the lump in your throat. âThis is the nicest thing anyoneâs ever done for me.â He looks up at you, something soft and earnest in his eyes.
 âYou deserve to feel special tonight. And if weâre doing this whole fake couple thing, I figure we should go all in, right?â You just nod at his words, the two of you looking at each other briefly before you step away clearing your throat.Â
âIâllâŠumâ go try it on.â You say quickly, turning to leave as Nico nods his head.Â
âThe car will be here in about 15 minutes.â He notes, âBut donât rush.â You just smile to yourself as you close the door to your bedroom, holding the dress tight against your chest as you let out a long breath.Â
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âCan you stop fidgeting?â Nico chastises as you adjust your dress once more as you look at yourself in the mirror. The stunning emerald dress was something Nico has been insistent on you wearing as despite you feeling severely overdressed for a christmas party. The two of you had spent the last few days deciding on the story you would weave to convince your coworkers of your dating history.Â
âRemember we need to stick to the truth as much as possible, itâll make things easier.â He had said the night you sat down with pizza to hash out your relationship. âWe met through Jack.â He said quickly, the truth.Â
âWe spent christmas break together and decided to seek out something more with each other.â He continued, watching as your wrote it down. âWe kept things a secret to avoid any scandals at work but decided after five years it was time to let everyone know.â You nodded as you jotted his words down on the piece of paper.Â
âIâll pull some strings with Janet in HR, ask her to play along, pretend there was a contract always filled out.â Nico says quietly and you freeze, your head shooting up to glance at him. âDonât worry sheâs an old friend, she wonât snitch.â His smile eases you and you jot it down on the paper.Â
âDo you think this will actually work?â You ask turning away from the mirror towards him. His own hands finish smoothing out the vest of his pin stripe suit.Â
âIt will. Iâll make it work.â He assures you, his sunshine grin dampening any concerns that still drifted through your head. âWe better head off if we want to get there in time.â You lean over to your bed, picking up the white purse slinging it over your shoulder. You watch him tuck his arms inside the suit jacket, straightening the expensive material.Â
The work christmas party always involved people dressing to the nines - everyone wanted one day to pretend they were rich and famous, right? Nico has splurged on his suit, claiming âif we are announcing that weâre together I want to leave a good impression.â You had balked at his words, this man was acting as if he was some stranger to the people attending, not the captain of the team they all worked for.Â
Nico has prepaid a car to take you both to the event and both to your separate homes afterwards, he had spared no expense to make it seem as if you were really dating.
The car ride is filled mainly with the two of you rerunning the story, the plan. You were to enter the building first alone, Nico would come in after and fulfil his duties to the shareholders and management, he would always be within earshot in case you needed anything. He would eventually introduce himself to your boss as your secret boyfriend, as quietly as possible.Â
Nico gives you a bright grin as his driver opens the car door, offering you a hand to slide out of the car. You return a tight smile back, repeating the words Nico has whispered in your ears as the car pulled up to the venue.Â
âI will be there the whole time, if you want to leave just squeeze my hand twice.âÂ
Your entrance to the party was easy, you said brief helloâs and gave holiday greeting to the employees that you knew, keeping an eye out for your supervisor amongst the already tipsy guests. You manage to spot Janet from HR in the crowd the woman giving you a wink and a cheeky smile from across the room.Â
âI feel like youâre going to need this.â Jack whispers in your ear, handing you the glass of champagne. He was aware of the plan with Nico, it felt wrong to leave him out of it. Jack stands a few steps away as he takes in your appearance. âYou look amazing by the way.â He mumbles.Â
The four hundred and fifty dollar gown was swaying around your ankles. It was aline, tight along your bodice, the square neckline resembling a corset of sorts, the skirt of the dress a little more dramatic as it dropped off your hips. Your favourite part was how the dress tied with straps against your bare back, just grazing the base of your spine with the skirt fabric.Â
The room falls quiet as a presence walks through the door.
 Nico somehow managed to look larger in his suit. The three piece pin stripe attire fitting him with perfection, accentuation his broad shoulders and defined waist. The man exuding calmness as he walked in, welcoming everyone with a beaming âMerry Christmasâ, the party resuming as the first chairman greeted the young captain.
Jack held his glass up in a cheers as the two of you continued your night by the bar, gossiping about the mothers who decided tonight was their night. You had managed to make it two hours into the party before even catching a glimpse of the man you hoped would be too drunk to notice you were even here.Â
You could feel him finally catch you in the crowd, his eyes darkened as he spots you alone beside Jack. âIâm just going to run to the bathroom.â You say, handing your friend the empty glass of champagne, scuffling through the crowd hoping to escape to the restroom before your supervisor could catch up to you.Â
âNow where do you think youâre going?â The voice calls from behind you, the hand gripping your forearms and wrenching you away from the bathroom door only a metre away. You let out a surprised yelp as your boss grips your arm pulling you towards him.Â
âLet go of me.â You hiss as you try to tug your arm free of his grip. You could tell his was drunk, the way his steps stumbled, his eyes were blurred, not to mention the wafting smell of overpriced liquor. The man just laughed at your attempts to free your arm, reaching out with his other hand to secure you other arm as well.Â
âI must say you look delicious as always.â He croons, his eyes grazing over your body as he takes in the tight bodice of your dress. âI was surprise to see you show up alone, couldnât convince your boyfriend to tag along?â He teases, a shiver running up your spine as he pulls your closed to him, his breath running along the skin of your neck.Â
âPlease, let me go.â You say again, your voice not wavering as you look around for other passerbyâs. âI wonât ask again, this is assault.âÂ
âYou know, Iâve always wondered if maybe you just made up your boyfriend, pretended to play hard. Youâve always known how much Iâve wanted you, maybe youâre doing all this to tease me.â His words are slurred as he presses a wet kiss to your neck, your body tensing up.Â
âPlease donât do this.â You plead, âJust let me go.â You ask one more time. You knew a drunk man was more likely to do things he shouldnât, and with how brash your boss was sober your doubted heâd show you much professionalism while intoxicated. You tug your arms one more time, hoping to free at least one of them, when a hand reaches out to grip your assailants wrist.Â
âShe asked you three times.â Nicoâs voice is dangerously low, he squeezes against the wrist hard, your boss letting out a pained groan as he releases your left arm. You watch in silence as Nico takes a step in front of you, reaching out to take your bossâs other wrist, repeating the action until both your arms are free, Nico having a tight hold of the drunk manâs arms.Â
âListen closely, because I will only say it once.â Nico starts, his eyebrows drawn tight as he leans in, âYou will be escorted to your office, you will collect your belongings and vacate the building immediately, any resistance and you can sober up at the local police station.â You watch as your bossâs face pales, his eyes darting between you and his boss.Â
âDonât look at her.â Nico snaps. âYou will be issues with a two week notice on Monday but you are not to return to the building on any circumstances, are we clear?â He says,Â
âYou canât do this to me.â Your boss screams tugging at his arms still securely in Nicoâs grip
âI can and I did â now were my instructions clear enough for you?â Nico continues, his body stepping closer to your boss, his voice barely above a whisper, your ex-supervisor nods furiously as Nico releases his arms, you recognise the large figure that steps up behind up and the security guard in the lobby.Â
âTake good care of him.â Nico says with a tight nod, the security guard just grins back in response.Â
You let out a shaky sigh as Nico turns towards you, his hand reaching out for you.Â
âDid he hurt you?â He questions as he touches your arms gently. So gently you barely feel his fingers smooth the red bruising on your skin.Â
âIâm okay.â You whisper, watching him look at the redness on your wrists with a frown. âReally, Nico, Iâm okay.â You reiterate, his gaze finally snapping up to your face, his warm hands wrapping around your burning wrists, the one gesture soothing the ache.Â
âI shouldâve stayed with you.â He grumbles, his frown still sitting on his face. You smile and shake your head.Â
You tug on your arms lightly, a clear difference between the man standing before you and the one that had been escorted away. Nico releases you easily, his frown growing as he fears youâll step away from him. You hands reach out pushing some of his neatly swept hair back into place, the locks having fallen in front of his eyes in his rush to get to you.Â
âI am okay.â You say one more time, your hands sitting on Nicoâs cheeks as you force his to keep eye contact, to ensure he understand that youâre telling the truth. His expression relaxes slightly as he looks down at you, his eyes scanning you for any signs of untruth.Â
You shake your head with a light laugh as you step forward, stepping up onto your tippy toes as you press a soft kiss to his cheek. âMy hero.â You coo, as you fall back to the base of your heels, smiling up at him.Â
Nico stands stunned for a few minutes before breaking out in a grin. He takes his turn, leaning down slowly, catching your lips with his. The kiss is soft, sweet, his hands gentle against the bare skin of your back as you pulls you to him. You fingers scratch at the base of his skull, fiddling with the hair.Â
âI donât know if this is appropriate after what happened.â He whispers against your lips but you just shrug, kissing him again.Â
âFuck appropriate.â You huff, pulling your face away from his, âI think you should take me home.â
Nico doesnât waste time, he steps away from you, grabbing your hand with his, lacing your fingers together as he looks for the quickest escape route. The party is in full swing, as he guides you through the crowd, managing to somehow avoid every drunk colleague that tries to grab him for a conversation. You chuckle, as he side steps one of the sponsors, tugging you after him as he smack the button for the elevator.Â
âThe driver is on his break.â Nico says softly, as the elevator doors open, pulling the SUVâs keys from his jacket pocket. He hadnât expected to leave for another hours or two and had told his driver to go down the street to get dinner.Â
The elevator doors close, and you leans up pressing a breezy kiss on the underside of his ears, nipping at the skin lightly with your teeth.Â
âThe car will have to do.â You speak against his flushed skin, the man letting out a shudder as he holds your hand tighter.Â
The sound of Nico wrenching open the car door brings you back to the moment, the man clambering inside the car, tugging you in after him. The door slams closed as Nico pulls you into his lap, his mouth finding the scented skin of your neck, letting out a long groan as the fresh smell of mango hits his senses.Â
âThis is so fucking wrong.â He swears, as you tug the dress up around your hips, straddling his thick things as he glances over your body. You just smile, your hands reaching for his belt. Nico puts up no resistance as you loosen the faux leather, tugging his button open and pulling down the zipper just as quickly.Â
âWe can do things right later.â You say, âRight now I need your dick inside me.â Nico hisses as your hand reaches into his tight breaches, pulling his hard cock from the restraints of his underwear.Â
âAre you sure this isnât some kind of hero complex?â He asks, as you pump his cock a few times, sliding the oozing pre cum down his length. âI heard girls tend to feel like they owe favours when someone helps them.â Nico groans out as your adjust your panties under your dress, shuffling further into his lap as his cock grazes your folds.Â
âI donât owe you anything.â You say softly, looking down at him as his cock sinks inside of you. âThis is you doing me a favour.â You add, letting out a sigh of relief as Nicoâs hand grip your hips, helping you slide down him slowly.Â
âCanât argue with that.â He responds, his voice light as you close your eyes the feeling of his thick cock bottoming out inside of you. He leans forwards pressing soft kiss against your shoulders as you rock your hips forwards and back.Â
âIâm so glad youâre rich.â You whine as Nico sucks harshly against your skin, his gaze shooting to you confused for a moment before his lips reattach to your jaw. âYou windows are tinted and no one can see their captain fucking an employee and his teammates best friend.â You coo, the man beneath you bucking his hips up at your words.Â
âDoes that turn you on?â You question with surprise, Nico just nods.Â
âGod, youâre so pretty.â He mumbles as he pushes hair of your shoulder, glancing down at your heaving chest, pressing kisses on any skin that available to him. Your thighs work hard in rising you up slightly, before dropping you back down, your hips bucking forwards every time his pelvis rubs against your clit.Â
âSay it again.â You mumble, your lip catching between your teeth as he trails soft touches over your skin.Â
âYou are the most beautiful person Iâve ever seen.â He says.Â
âI would give anything to have you like this, on top of me, every night.â He continues, his own hips bucking up to meet you as he feels your thrusts begin to slow.Â
âI want you to be mine, I want us to be something.â He whispers, tucking hair behind your ear, his hand resting against your cheek. You nuzzle into his hand, pressing a gentle peck against his wrist as he smiles up at you.Â
âThatâs the sex talking.â You hiss at a particularly aggressive thrust.Â
âNo itâs cause youâre perfect.â He says in awe as your thighs clench, your body stopping as you let out a small whimper falling against his chest. His hips thrust up a few times before heâs joining you in a high, heavy gasps the only thing filling the car.Â
The windows were fogged up, the both of you with a light layer of sweat on your skin.Â
âDo you think youâre driver will be mad?â You question, tugging a laugh from the tired man under you.Â
âProbably.â Nico answers, pressing a kiss to your cheek before helping you off of him, adjusting your dress to the best of his abilities. âGuess weâll both just have to be on the naughty list this year.âÂ
#nhl#nhl fanfiction#nhl fic#nhl x reader#nhl smut#nico hischier#nico hischier x reader#nico hischier smut#nico hischier fanfic#christmas special
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you get jealous of a female doctor flirting with zayne ... this was supposed to be just fluff until it got dirty, so enjoy!
content: jealousy, fluff, smut
You're a nice person. You're a kind person. At least, you remind yourself of that as you stare down the intern that is all over Zayne. And you know that he's being polite. You know that he's just trying to make sure she has everything she needs.
But the way she's leaning in, touching his shoulder, and giving an absolutely god awful laugh -- it's making your skin crawl. you're so disgusted that you don't even realize that you're walking over until you're there.
"Oh, you must be the new intern," you say a little too cheerfully, piling on the niceness. You're still reminding yourself to be nice. You were taught to kill them with kindness.
But to your actual shock, the woman turns bright red. "Doctor, actually. I'm new to the ER."
You wouldn't have guessed it by the way she looked so confused. But you keep your mouth shut, already knowing that you fully embarrassed this woman.
But she doesn't seem to know who you are just yet. "But I do know enough that patients wait in the waiting room." Her eyes are narrowed into thin lines at this point.
Zayne finally interjects. "Dr. Madden, this is my partner."
You give another saccharine sweet smile to the woman, who looks like she wants to disappear. "I have paperwork to fill out," she finally says abruptly before walking away.
You watch her scurry away for a moment, but it's not long before Zayne hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you into his office. In rare fashion, he locks his door as soon as you both enter.
And in even rarer fashion, he pushes you against the door, his mouth descending on yours. "You're really pretty when you're jealous," he says when he finally pulls away. His mouth ghosts down your neck, inhaling your scent. It's the perfume you picked out just for him. It's new actually. One of the things you came over to show him.
"You smell amazing," he groans, his nose trailing up and down your neck. Your hands find purchase on the back of his head, and you giggle.
"I bought a new perfume. It's made with jasmine. I thought you'd like it," you tell him. He gives another groan.
"I need you," he breathes against your neck. "Please."
As if you would deny him. You nod, biting your lip as he pulls back to look down at you. As soon as he has your consent, it's like a dam breaks in him.
He lifts you up. His desk is meticulously neat, all of his papers filed for the most part. A few rogue papers crinkle under your ass, but he doesn't seem to mind.
"I'll print another copy," he grunts.
You giggle, widening your legs for him tauntingly. "You said you wanted something?"
"I believe I said I needed something."
He starts to kiss you again, his hands reaching down to fumble with your pants. Just like the doctor he is, he's precise with his movements, and it's not long before he has them on the floor.
Your own hands fumble with his belt, then his zipper. As you do, his mouth leaves slippery, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. When you push his boxers down, his cock springs free.
"You're pretty when you're jealous," he says, stepping closer to you. His fingers hook into your panties, pulling them to the side. His looks to you one last time to see if you want to stop. When you nod for him to continue, he slowly sinks into you.
He groans, his forehead falling against yours as he buries himself to the hilt. The both of you are still semi-clothed. His hands find purchase on your hips as he slowly starts to thrust. The fabric of his clothing starts to rub against your clit as he fucks you.
"But you should know," he says, grunting as he picks up the pace. "I'm not interested in any other women. I only want you, for as long as you'll have me."
His romantic words drive you closer to the edge. Sensing how close you are, his finger comes down to rub your clit in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Oh my God," you pant. "Zayne, please. Please, right there, I'm so close."
Just as you say that, he gives your clit a little slap and the unexpected harshness from your normally gentle lover is enough to make you fall apart instantly.
He's groaning your name all through your orgasm, the both of you chanting your names at each other. Just as your orgasm starts to subside, he thrusts once, twice, and then stills. Warmness fills you as he releases. His head drops against your shoulder.
"No need to be jealous, ever. I'm yours," he murmurs.
#zayne x reader#zayne x you#zayne smut#lads zayne smut#love and deepspace smut#i don't think i was tagging these right so hopefully people can see them now!#smut#zayne
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training partners (pt. 16)
summary: an article comes out about you and your relationship with hugh while he's away and you know just exactly who it was. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: reader's insecurities come back, brief mention of physical abuse (not with hugh!), mention of age gap, implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), no use of y/n. word count: 2.8k a/n: so... jack is back y'all and we've got a few more parts left of this story, so stay tuned! as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman. prev part.
Hughâs been gone for a couple of weeks now and you both manage to create a routine to speak with each other every day, depending on the time zone that heâs in. He continues to send you photos of where heâs been, wishing that you were with him, but despite the distance, it never does feel like heâs away. Hugh makes sure that you know that youâre his priority and you never have to second guess what heâs doing or where heâs at because heâs always communicating with you.
Youâll send him a text every morning you wake up, counting down the days until he gets home. You spend most of your time either editing, at a photoshoot, or working out with your personal trainer. It helps to keep yourself busy because the home you now share with Hugh is just too big for you alone. You miss his presence, miss his touch, falling asleep and waking up in his arms.Â
You miss him.Â
Today, though, you have nothing planned and you know Hugh has a day off from press so you decide to give him a call through FaceTime. Heâs in Brazil, which just happens to be only two hours ahead. Dialing his number, youâre sitting out on the balcony, eating your dinner while watching the sun set. This still doesnât feel real, like one day youâre going to wake up and realize it was all just a dream.Â
You hear his voice and then look down to see him through your phone, your entire face lighting up at the sight of him. You prop your phone against your water bottle and take another bite of pasta as you bring a leg up on the seat.Â
âHey, baby,â he says with a smile. âWhatcha eating?âÂ
âMade some pasta,â you answer, showing him your bowl. âEating out on the balcony, watching the sunset. Wish you were here though.âÂ
âI know,â Hugh sighs. âWish I was there too. Just two more weeks, baby, then Iâll be home.â
You nod and then set your fork down, turning your entire attention on the man through your screen. âJust two more weeks,â you repeat. âHowâs it going so far?â
âItâs been so much fun,â he answers. âRyan likes to bring you up in every conversation we have almost daily,â Hugh chuckles. âSays you should be here with us, with me⊠and I agree with him.â
You laugh quietly and shake your head. âWe both know that if you had it your way, Iâd have gone with you.â
âWellâŠâ Hugh smiles, leaning back against the bed that heâs lying on. âI did say you should come with me.â
âYou know, usually the honeymoon phases out by nowâŠâ you tease. âI think youâre obsessed with me, Hugh Jackman.âÂ
He laughs quietly, turning to lie on his side instead as he keeps the phone facing him. He is so enamored with you, that even through a simple FaceTime call, he can feel the amount of love he has for you. Youâre so beautiful, the sunset casting a glow around you.Â
âOh, Iâm obsessed with you, huh?âÂ
âOh yeah,â you grin. âWhat is it about me, hm?âÂ
âEverything,â he answers honestly. âI canât just pick one thing, baby.âÂ
You feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you wrap an arm around your leg and rest your chin on your knee. âStill the smooth talker, I see.âÂ
Hugh rolls his eyes playfully. âIâm just tellinâ the truth.â
âI love you,â you blurt out instead.
His eyes light up â heâd never get tired of hearing you say those words. âI love you too, baby.â
âYou know, the house feels so empty without you,â you admit. âI donât know how you lived here all by yourself.â
âIt was hard,â Hugh answers. âKept myself busy most of the time, but youâ youâve made it a home. A place where I want to spend most of my days at, as long as youâre there.âÂ
âWhen you say things like that, it makes me want to kiss you. So, what am I supposed to do if you arenât here?â you smile.Â
âUse your imagination,â he teases.Â
âAh, so I guess Iâll just have to entertain myself.â
Hughâs gaze darkens as he shakes his head. âDonât you dare tease me.â
âOr what? Youâre not here,â you grin mischievously, pulling your lower lip between your teeth.Â
âGuess youâll find out when I get home then, wonât you?âÂ
âFine,â you huff. âMy fingers and toy arenât the same anyway.âÂ
âYâYou have a toy?âÂ
You giggle. âActually bought one a couple of days ago. Figured we could try it out together when you get back.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âYeah,â you grin excitedly.Â
Hugh groans. âTwo more weeks⊠just two more weeks.âÂ
You laugh to yourself and then tilt your head, eyes staring at the screen. You wish you could reach out to him, to feel his strong arms around you. âGot a full day of interviews tomorrow?âÂ
Hugh nods. âYeah, but you know Iâll make time to give you a call.â
âI know, Hugh,â you smile. âBut itâs fine if you donât, you know. I know youâre busy andââ
âYou know I canât go a day without talking to you, baby,â Hugh interrupts. âIâm never too busy for you.âÂ
âI know, I justââ you sigh. âJust donât want you to feel like you have to talk to me if youâre tired.â
âNever,â he answers. âNever too tired to talk to you. Iâm already miserable without you here. If I donât get to talk to you every day, I think Iâd lose my mind.âÂ
âOkay, Hugh,â you nod. âMy perfect man.â
He chuckles and rolls his eyes. âHopefully only perfect for you.âÂ
âOh, I think youâre it,â you admit with a smile.Â
âYeah?â he grins. âYou mean that?âÂ
âOh yeah,â you nod. âSo donât go and break my heart, okay?â
âI donât ever plan to, baby,â he answers. âBecause I think youâre it for me too.â
âYeah, I wish you were here,â you sigh. âThis would be a perfect moment to kiss you.â
Hugh chuckles. âI love you, baby.â
âI love you too. Just two more weeks,â you repeat. âThen youâre all mine.â
âOh, I canât wait. Weâre not leaving the house for a week, at least,â he winks.
âWhat did you have in mind we do for an entire week?â you ask innocently.Â
âI think itâd be better to show you when I get back,â he grins.Â
âWell, I canât wait,â you smile. âYou should probably get some rest, Hugh. Iâll talk to you tomorrow?â
Hugh nods. âYes, baby. Iâll give you a call tomorrow. I love you.â
âI love you too. Good night, Hugh.â
âNight, baby. Sweet dreams.âÂ
âIâll be dreaming of you,â you wink.
âGood because Iâll be dreaming of you too.â
â
A week later, youâre sitting on the bed re-reading the story about your relationship with Hugh in a well-known online published article. You can feel tears stinging your eyes, can feel your hands tremble as you read every single untrue word.
They call you a gold digger due to the age gap.Â
They say that youâre too ugly to be with someone like Hugh.Â
They say that Hughâs only having fun with you.Â
That the relationship isnât serious.Â
That youâre not enough.Â
That heâs going to realize that he deserves better than a nobody like you.Â
And the words stay with you because it all sounds so familiar. Youâve heard it before and thereâs a dreadful feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realize who might be behind this article.Â
An article thatâs now gaining more and more traction. You shouldnât have googled Hughâs name because all you can see in the search results are different variations of the same article. With your name plastered all over.Â
Youâre only with him for his money.Â
The age gap is too ridiculous and Hughâs just messing around after his divorce.Â
Youâre not enough.Â
Youâre not enough.Â
Youâre not enough.Â
You finally toss your phone aside and curl into the sheets, eyes staring out the large window. Youâve never felt more alone than you did now. You can hear your phone ringing but you donât bother trying to answer it; you just want to disappear and you certainly canât call Hugh.Â
You canât tell him; heâs already got other things to worry about.Â
Your tears trickle down your cheeks and stain your pillow as your breathing picks up. The article brings up a lot of feelings that youâve tried so hard to work through because you know whoâs behind it.Â
Jack.
Itâs always going to be Jack. He just canât leave you alone. Despite him being the one to end the relationship and the one who has verbally and physically abused you, heâs still acting like youâre the one who hurt him.Â
It just seems like he canât let you go, like he still has to have some control over you.Â
Your phone goes off again and you turn around to grab it, seeing Hughâs contact on your screen. You donât answer, afraid that heâs going to tell that somethingâs wrong so instead, you send him a quick text to let him know that youâre busy editing and that youâd call him back once youâre finished.Â
Itâs a lie and you hate lying to him, but you canât tell him the truth. You canât tell him that thereâs rumors about you, about your relationship with him and how you want (and need) him so badly to be here.Â
He reads your message, but instead of sending a reply, he just calls you again. You donât answer, letting it go straight to voicemail. He doesnât leave a message, but you see that heâs begun typing â the three dots appearing on your text thread with him.Â
Four simple words. He texts four simple words that make your heart ache even more: Youâre lying. Call me.Â
With a heavy sigh, you wipe your tears away and then begin to dial his number. It barely rings once before he answers the phone, his voice immediately coming on the other end of the speaker. Â
âYou saw it,â he says.Â
âYeah.â You donât need him to clarify what heâs referring to because you know exactly what heâs talking about.Â
âI know youâre not okay, so donât tell me that you are.âÂ
âWell, what else am I supposed to say, Hugh?âÂ
âThe truth,â he answers.Â
âWhat good will that do? Youâre not here.âÂ
You hear him sigh. His voice sounds tired. âBaby, please. Justââ
âIt was Jack,â you interrupt.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âThe article. It was Jack. Itâs gotta be.â Your voice trembles. âIâll be fine andââ
âIâm coming home,â Hugh says.Â
âYou have one more week left of press.â
âI donât care. You matter more. Iâm coming home,â he repeats.Â
âHughââ
âNo,â he interrupts. âDonât defend him again. You shouldnât even be defending him.âÂ
âIâm not.â
âThen tell me whatâs on your mind!â He raises his voice and your eyes fall shut, gripping the phone close to your ear. You know that heâs frustrated at being so far from you, for allowing you to deal with this all by yourself. He should be there with you. He needs to be there with you. âIâm sorry, baby. I justâ Fuck, I feel helpless here.âÂ
âWell, Iâm feeling helpless too,â you admit. âThat article⊠Those rumors, maybe some of them are true. Maybe you do deserve better than me.âÂ
âStop.â Hugh sighs. âYou know thatâs not true.âÂ
âYouâre you and Iâm just⊠Iâm just me.âÂ
You can hear ruffling on the other end of the phone and when he goes to speak again, his voice sounds more distant, like heâs not holding the phone directly to his ear anymore. âIâm coming home. I already told Ryan and Shawn.âÂ
âHugh,â you sigh. âBaby, please.âÂ
âNo,â he says. âDonât you think that article hurts me too?â
âBâ Because of your reputation? Because of what it says about you?âÂ
âNo,â he sighs. âBecause of what it says about you. Itâs not fucking true. None of it is, and it hurts me because I know that itâs hurting you. So, yes, Iâm coming home so that I can be there with you.â Â
You donât answer because you finally feel yourself begin to break down. You put the phone on speaker and set it aside, burying your face into your hands as you let out an inaudible sob.Â
âBaby?â
âDonât come home,â you finally answer. âLet meâ Let me handle this on my own. Let me work through this on my own. Please, Hugh.âÂ
âBaby,â Hugh sighs. âI canâtââ
âHugh, I need to do this for myself. Please, can you do that for me?âÂ
âI donât want to,â he answers.Â
âI know, but you need to.âÂ
âI can hear you crying, baby.âÂ
âIt just hurts. All of it, but I can do this,â you sniffle. You want so badly to just feel his arms around you.Â
Hugh sighs in defeat. âI love you,â he whispers quietly. âSo much, okay?âÂ
âI know,â you answer with a slightly trembling voice. âI know you do.â
âI wonât come home today, but I will be home by the end of the week. Can we come to that compromise?âÂ
âYeah,â you answer. âI think thatâs okay.âÂ
âYou know youâre the best person Iâve ever met, right?â Hugh asks. âYouâre kind, thoughtful, considerate⊠so passionate and I love everything about you. Flaws and all.âÂ
âEven when I get into my own head andââ
âYes,â he interrupts. âAnd I wish that you can see what I see in you, what everyone sees in you.âÂ
You shut your eyes and imagine him there with you, arms wrapped around your frame, lips near your ear as he whispers. You lie on your side and wrap the sheets further around your frame as you keep the phone on speaker.Â
âIâm sorry Iâm brokenâŠâ
âBaby,â he sighs. âYouâre not broken, and you shouldnât be apologizing. Someone who you trusted, who you loved, hurt you over and over again. He manipulated you, took advantage of you andââ he has to stop himself from talking because he can feel himself getting angrier and angrier. âJack never deserved your love. He never deserved you.âÂ
âHughâŠâ you whisper. âI love you.â His words awakens something inside of you, something that you never thought existed. You thought you had done a lot of reflection on your relationship with Jack, but you never looked at it from your perspective in this way. You always wondered what you could have done differently, what you could have changed about yourself that it wasnât until you met Hugh that you realized the issue was never you.Â
It was Jack.Â
And it will always be Jack.Â
âIâll be home soon, okay?â Hugh sighs. âI love you, baby.â
âI love you too, Hugh,â you sigh. âMore than you ever know.âÂ
âIâm one lucky man, Iâll tell you.â He replies.Â
You bite your lower lip and take your phone off speaker to bring it close to your ear instead. âIâll call you later?â You ask.Â
âYeah, baby. Iâll be here.âÂ
âGot another full day of press?â
He sighs. âI have time for you. Always will.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
âPositive, baby.âÂ
â
For the rest of the day, you steer clear from your phone and laptop. The only time youâd reach for it is to respond to a text from Hugh or from your trainer. You distract yourself by watching movies, but even in the living room, youâre missing Hughâs presence.Â
The movies only do so much for so long when your mind begins to drift to Jack. For the longest time, youâve tried so hard to ignore it, to just move on without ever reflecting on just how toxic that relationship was for you. It was easier to just forget, but when he decided to force himself back into your life, you realized just how many unresolved emotions lay dormant.Â
You can still vividly feel his fist connecting with your cheek, can feel his entire body weight behind the punch. You should have left him then, shouldnât have even let it go that far, and you wished you had a good enough reason why you didnât leave.Â
Part of it was because Jack had made you believe that no one would ever want you if you did decide to leave on your own⊠and he would tell you how worthless you were over and over and over again to a point that you started to believe it.Â
But him ending the relationship had been the one of the best things to ever happen to you. You know that you still have so much to work through, but youâre no longer the same woman you were when you were still with Jack.Â
You try to remind yourself of that. Jack doesnât have authority over you anymore (and he never should have). He never should have laid his hands on you. Never should have repeatedly put you down with his words.Â
And youâre tired of letting him get away with it. Youâre tired of letting him win.
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thinking of poly superbat x male reader
you and bruce are an established couple
ofc he eventually reveals the fact that he's batman to you
it gets to a point. especially since you're living together
afterward, you become more involved in both bruce and batman's life
because of this, occasionally, you run into some of the other members of the justice league
mainly clark
sorry, i mean superman
he's always hanging around the manor
going over cases with bruce
sometimes coming back with him after particularly grueling missions
and who are you to turn away a handsome face?
who said that đ
at first clark is surprised that bruce has such a kind boyfriend
or any boyfriend at all really
he didn't peg bruce as being emotionally available. or into men....
ANYWAY
he obviously doesn't need help patching up like bruce does
but often times his mind wanders...
thinking about what he could do differently
What would happen if things went wrong.
soon, he finds himself zoning out in the batcave
and- oh? you're sitting by him
your soft gaze and strong hand rubbing his back helps to calm his racing thoughts
he finds it easy opening up to you
you sit and listen to his worries. giving your input when you think he's running circles in his mind
meanwhile, bruce is across the cave watching you two
he adores you for your big heart and caring nature
watching you comfort his closest friend makes him feel warm inside
he also can't help the passing thought that you two look good side by side
wait what....
maybe he should call it a night
but the pattern continues
you and bruce continue to grow closer to clark
often making him a topic of your conversation
and poor clark
clark feels terrible for the feelings he's developing for you both
i mean you're a couple for god's sake!
a very kind....generous....attractive couple....
is he a bad friend?
meanwhile, in gotham, you're asking yourself if you're a bad boyfriend
you feel like the worst partner ever
you love bruce so much
and yet you've been thinking about clark almost just as often
oh, what would bruce think if he knew.
pan to bruce, who's already clocked onto what's going on LMFAO
i mean, he's not the world's greatest detective for nothing
clearly, he can see clark and his boyfriend are developing something
and he should be angry. right?
hurt at the least?
but all he can manage to feel is endeared
he thinks about clark joining your relationship
treating clark the way he treats you
clark... treating you the way, bruce... treats you
oh my god he's bricked
flash forward to you two laying in bed together
đ
in the silence of the peaceful moment, him blurting out, "honey I think we have feelings for clark"
you shooting upright off his chest
after the initial panic fades you both finally talk it out
speaking of talking it out, poor clark is left to relay his miseries to lois
when he gets done describing all the events of the past couple of months, she starts to laugh
clark: what? đ„ș
lois: they're totally trying to say they like your vibe
this gives him hope that he's not making things up
soon you three are back in the cave
except the energy tonight isn't solemn like usual
it's charged
you and clark are in your usual spots side by side
bruce in his chair with his mask and gloves off
eventually, your conversation with clark fades, and you're left looking into each other's eyes
you both lean in for a kiss
after a few moments, clark remembers himself and pulls away to look at bruce
his eyes are wide as he expects bruce to unleash his wrath
but instead, he simply stands and walks over to the pair of you
he sits behind you with a hand around your waist
his thumb rubbing up and down on your stomach
he reaches the other out and puts it on the back of clark's neck
using his leverage, he pulls clark into a kiss
they're both so much taller than you
they're practically kissing over your head
not that you're complaining
it's the perfect angle to plant your own little kisses underneath their jaws
there in your own little cuddle pile, you all confess to each other
clark is over the moon to have the affection of you both
he quickly finds a home in your dynamic
now, instead of having weekly post mission meet-ups in the cave, you all decompress in bruce's comically large bed
#living the dream#two xl superhero boyfies#if clark ever gets insecure about being the new one in the relationship#you and bruce put him through the mattress#cat x cat x golden retriever dynamic#alfred finding superman trunks in the laundry#all he can do is raise an eyebrow and move on#superbat#superbat x male reader#batman x male reader#superman x male reader#bruce wayne x male reader#clark kent x male reader#superman#batman#bruce wayne#clark kent#male reader#dc x male reader#fic ideas
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While You Were Sleeping âą J&V
(Gif not mine)
Request: recently discovering your arcane works has seriously made my week, your writing is amazing! if you're still taking reqs, can I pls request a jayvik x they/them reader fic? while viktor and jayce are sleeping soundly at night for once, reader surprises them by coming home unexpectedly. they're also a scientist but travels a lot for work, which leads them to be deeply missed by the two. reader gently nuzzles and kisses them until they realize that they're back! just a very sleepy and loving reunion with these three. I need some healing after the jayvik finale in S2 ;_; thank youu :) â anon
Summary: Coming back late at night from your trip, you didnât expect to find Jayce and Viktor asleep in your shared bed
Warnings: gn!reader, implied scientist reader, it's just fluff guys lol, no dialogue until the last like third lmao
Word Count: 1.5k
A.N: title is a laufey song đ„Ž, I hope you enjoy!!!
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You sigh, heaving your heavy travel bags behind you as you climb up the stairs in front of you. Muttering to yourself, you curse at the amount of things you packed for your trip outside of Piltover. You hadn't gone too far for your research this time, and yet past you decided to pack your entire wardrobe and then some.
The keys to the apartment you shared with your lovers dangle precariously from your pants pocket. At first you thought about heading straight to the lab, considering that was where you would no doubt find Jayce and Viktor, but after days of travel, all you wanted was to be home. The two of them would eventually get home anyway, whether it be just passed midnight or just after dawn, so you determined that there was no harm in settling back in your apartment first.
The lights are off when you enter your apartment, the tick-tocking of the old grandfather clock the only sound echoing in the room as the pendulum swings back and forth. Papers filled with equations and scientific illustrations are strewn across every surface. You huff, rolling your eyes. Your apartment looked exactly as you left it weeks ago. Eyes finally adjusting to the familiar darkness, you also spot a few empty coffee mugs scattered all over and jackets draped across every chair. This was certainly home.
With your bags still in your hands, you continue through your decently sized apartment. You had this place memorized at this point, so walking through it in the dark was simple. You knew exactly where the couch Jayce picked out before even moving in was and where Viktor's oddly shaped bookcase was. The comforting familiarity of your home makes warmth spread through your chest; this was something you, Jayce, and Viktor created together from scratch--it meant more to you than any other place in Runeterra, even the ones vital to your research.
You head straight to your bedroom, the desire to fall into your own bed and drift off to sleep overwhelming at this point.
The room is dark when you enter except for the few white rays of moonlight filtering in through the window. Viktor's cane rests against the nightstand on his side of the bed, metal gleaming in the light.
You furrow your brows in confusion, Viktor being home shocking to you. The lab was practically a second home to Jayce and Viktor. Before dating them, they would spend almost every hour of every day there, tinkering with their inventions. Since starting the relationship, Jayce and Viktor tried really hard to break their habit of spending so much time in their lab, which they were largely successful at. With you away for weeks, however, you knew that they tended to take advantage of it and revert back into their previous mindset.
With the cat away, the mice will play, after all, as they say.
Still at the threshold with you bags at your sides, your eyes land on your two lovers laying in bed.
Viktor is curled up beside Jayce, who softly snores against your partner's hairline. You stop at the end of the bed, the tension in your shoulders easing up at the scene before you. Though two blankets cover them, the tips of Viktor's long fingers peek out from the top, showing that his hand is splayed lightly against Jayce's chest, right over his heart.
In the pale moonlight, your lovers look ethereal. The light drapes them in a silvery hue, the luminosity a stark contrast from the rest of the dark room. Jayce and Viktor, with their skin bathed in radiance, are oblivious to your tender gaze.
Smiling softly you feel your heart melt in your chest. This was what you especially missed on your travels. The beds you always wound up in were empty and cold. No amount of blankets piled atop your figure could mimic the warmth Jayce radiated, nor could any pillow replace the comfort of his chest against your cheek. Viktor wasnât there to hold your hand in his sleep either. There were no golden or amber eyes brightened by the early sunlight gazing at you when you woke up either. You had grown accustomed to the comforting presence of your lovers over the years that you always forget how lonesome travelling could be.
It was a privilege to be able to travel across Runeterra for your research, you knew that; but the absence of your lovers late at night always made you dreadfully homesick.
Quietly, you move around the room in order to change into something better suited for bed. As you change, bags still abandoned near the door, waiting to be unpacked, your partners continue to sleep.
Changed into more comfortable clothes, you ease into bed, slipping underneath the blankets. Viktor continues to mumble incoherently while Jayce shifts, his snoring easing up like he senses your presence. You drape an arm across his chest, fingertips brushing against Viktor's. With your body pressed close to Jayce's, you place kisses along his jawline, the smell of his aftershave lingering on his skin.
Again, he shifts against you, head turning slowly to face you.
"Wha's goin' on?" Jayce sleepily mumbles, eyes slowly opening. The moonlight must be harsh on his bleary eyes because it takes a moment or two for him to fully grasp his surroundings.
His gaze locks onto your own, eyes widening as a grin slowly appears across his face. That small but noticeable gap between his two front teeth has you mirroring his smile tenfold. His brown hair is messy from moving around in his sleep, loose strands dangle in front of his face as he raises his head from the pillow.
"You're home early!" You can tell that he's just barely containing his excitement--he's hardly whispering and already shifting under Viktor's grasp in order to get closer to you.
Before youâre able to respond, Jayceâs lips are on yours, kissing you like his life depends on it. An arm wraps around your midsection, hand resting against the small of your back, and pushes you impossibly closer to himself. You can feel his heart beat beneath his white shirt.
âGods, I missed youâŠâ He says after pulling away. His eyes shine as he scans over your face as if heâs forgotten what you looked like in only a few weeks.
âI missed you too, JayâŠâ A hand rises to gently stroke his cheek, something he leans into.
A disgruntled noise erupts from behind your partner and you both turn to check up on Viktor.
Disrupted from his sleep, Viktor playfully glares at the two of you. To anyone else it would appear as though Viktor was absolutely livid with the rude awakening, but you and Jayce knew him better than anyone else; he was happy you were home safe, happy that he could feel complete once again.
"You two truly are incapable of whispering, hm?" His voice is deeper, accent thick with each syllable.
Viktor just looks tired, his pale skin is accompanied by dark bruises under each eye. It certainly looks as if he's spent every hour at the lab recently.
"Hello to you too, Vik. I missed you very much." You tease, leaning over Jayce to capture Viktor's lips.
"I missed you very much, sweetling..." He huffs, moving closer to Jayce in order to meet your lips half way.
Jayce settles on the bed between you, back pressed against the mattress and opens both of his arms for you and Viktor to cuddle into.
"You'll have to tell us all about your adventures---" Jayce starts, fingertips dancing lazily against your back.
"It wasn't like it was a vacation, Jay, I still had work to do." You cuddle closer to Jayce, the warmth radiating from his body making you yawn tiredly. Viktor, though dressed in a comfortable long sleeved shirt with two blankets on top of him, does the same, hoping to take all his partner's body heat for himself.
"Sure, but you were not stuck in the Academy's dungeon staring at the hex gem for hours upon hours upon hours..." Viktor sleepily trails off, his face already buried in the crook of Jayce's neck.
You pull the blankets up to your neck and place a hand on top of Viktor's, which rests on Jayce's chest. His fingertips are cold as ice, as they usually were. You feel your eyelids start to droop, each blink getting longer.
"Why don't we go to sleep, darling? You can tell us all about it in the morning. Maybe me and Vik could spend the day outside of the lab and get some fresh air." Jayce whispers, sensing your exhaustion.
You hum as he kisses the top of your head. He murmurs something along the lines of "goodnight" and "I love you," but it all becomes a blur as you drift off to sleep; finally in your own bed in your own home surrounded by your partners.
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About Last Night (Louis Tomlinson x reader) - Fic Request
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Anonymous request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do Louis Tomlinson x fem! Reader who is in the band, her and Louis always had a flirty relationship but always told people it was a joke until one night during one of their tours things get heated between them and they hook up, a few weeks later reader finds out sheâs pregnant and doesnât know how to tell Louis so she goes to her best friend Niall Horan for advice and Louis ends up over hearing them? Smut and fluff please!!
Tags: Louis x reader, friends to lovers, smut, pregnancy, fluff, angst
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The arena hums softly with the buzz of amps and muffled conversations, but your focus is already on Louis, who stands near the drum kit, spinning a drumstick between his fingers with that familiar mischievous glint in his eye. This is how itâs always been with the two of youâpartners in chaos, constantly toeing the line of what you can get away with, but never crossing it. The harmless flirting, the relentless teasingâitâs your thing.
âDonât even think about it,â you call out, a grin tugging at your lips.
Louis turns to you, all innocence and dimples. âThink about what, love?â
âOh, you know exactly what,â you say, stepping closer. âPut the stick down before you get us all in trouble.â
âTrouble?â he echoes, mock-offended. âI am the very definition of responsibility.â
âYouâre the definition of a menace,â you retort, grabbing the other drumstick off the snare. You twirl it between your fingers and smirk at him. âIf youâre going to cause chaos, at least make it entertaining.â
His eyes light up at your challenge. âI knew I could count on you, partner.â
Before anyone can stop you, Louis taps the microphone stand with his drumstick, and you follow suit, matching his rhythm with the snare drum. The resulting cacophony blares through the speakers, earning a collective groan from Liam and the sound crew.
âReally?!â Liam barks from center stage, throwing his hands up. âDo you two have to do this every time?â
âYes,â you and Louis say in unison, both grinning like kids caught raiding the cookie jar.
âUnbelievable,â Liam mutters, shaking his head.
âOh, lighten up, Payno,â Louis says, slinging an arm around your shoulders. âWeâre just making things more fun.â
âFun is subjective,â Liam replies, deadpan.
Louis doesnât even acknowledge him, already pulling you toward the piano at the corner of the stage. âCome on, letâs give them a real show.â
You follow without hesitation, laughing as you plop down on the bench beside him. âAlright, Mozart, letâs hear it.â
âWatch and learn, darling,â he says, cracking his knuckles dramatically before slamming his fingers onto the keys.
The result is an aggressively off-key rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and you immediately burst into laughter, doubling over as he continues his âmasterpiece.â
âWow,â you say between giggles, clapping along. âMove over, Beethoven. Louis Tomlinson has arrived.â
âI know,â he says smugly, tossing you a wink. âDonât be jealous of my talent.â
âTalent?â you tease, leaning closer. âThis is more like a crime against music.â
âOh, you wound me,â he says, clutching his chest in mock pain. âBut Iâll forgive you because you look cute when youâre pretending to be unimpressed.â
You arch an eyebrow, leaning in just enough to close the space between you. âWho says Iâm pretending?â
He falters for a split second, just enough for you to notice, before recovering with a smirk. âI knew you couldnât resist me.â
âDonât flatter yourself,â you reply, but the playful tone in your voice makes it clear youâre enjoying every second.
The moment lingers, his eyes locked on yours, the air between you buzzing with unspoken tension. But before anything can happen, Liamâs voice cuts through like a bucket of cold water.
âEnough!â he shouts. âCan we please get back to work?â
Louis groans dramatically, standing up and offering you a hand. âFine, Payno. Weâll behave. For now.â
âBehavingâs overrated anyway,â you say, letting him pull you to your feet.
He grins, leaning in just enough to make your heart race. âSpoken like a true partner in crime.â
You smirk back, the flush creeping up your neck impossible to hide. âYou couldnât handle this partnership without me.â
âOh, donât I know it,â he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, before finally letting you go.
As you return to your spot on stage, his laughter still ringing in your ears, you canât help but feel the familiar thrill that comes with being Louisâs partner in crime. This is just how itâs always beenâsafe, playful, and light. At least, thatâs what you tell yourself.
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The club is alive with pulsing music, flashing lights, and the hum of conversation. The six of youâplus a few crew membersâhave commandeered a booth near the dance floor, a place to regroup between rounds of drinks and bursts of reckless fun. The night is supposed to be lighthearted, a rare break in the chaos of touring. But your attention keeps drifting toward the bar, where Louis leans casually against the counter, chatting up a pair of girls who canât stop giggling at whatever heâs saying.
You take another sip of your drink, the sharp burn of tequila doing little to distract you. It shouldnât bother you. This is Louis, after allâflirty, charming, and always ready to make someoneâs night with a cheeky grin. Itâs harmless. Always harmless. Just like itâs always been with you and him.
But tonight, it stings.
âYou alright there, love?â
Niallâs voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you turn to find him sliding into the booth beside you, a fresh pint in hand. His blue eyes are sharper than they should be after three rounds, catching onto your mood immediately.
âFine,â you say quickly, forcing a smile. âJust enjoying the view.â
Niall snorts, following your gaze toward Louis. âAh. Him.â
âHim what?â you ask, though your tone is defensive even to your own ears.
âYouâre watching him like he owes you money,â Niall says, smirking, but his voice softens when he adds, âWhatâs going on?â
You hesitate, swirling your drink in your hand. Niallâs always been the one you confide in, the one who listens without judgment. But thisâwhatever this isâfeels like dangerous territory.
âItâs nothing,â you lie.
âSure it is,â he says, leaning closer. âCome on. Youâre never this quiet.â
You glance at Louis again, just in time to see him lean in to whisper something in one of the girlsâ ears. Your chest tightens, and before you can stop yourself, the words spill out.
âItâs stupid,â you say, setting your glass down with more force than necessary. âI just⊠I donât get how he can be like that. Flirting with everyone, acting like itâs all a game.â
Niall raises an eyebrow. âThatâs just Louis, though. You know that.â
âYeah,â you mutter, staring at the condensation on your glass. âBut sometimes I wonder if itâs ever not a game for him. If he ever actually means it.â
Niall doesnât answer right away, his gaze steady and thoughtful. Finally, he says, âAnd what if he does? Would that change things?â
You laugh, though itâs bitter and hollow. âNot for him. Heâd still be Louis, and Iâd still be the idiot who gets worked up over it.â
âHey,â Niall says gently, nudging your shoulder. âYouâre not an idiot. You care about him. Thatâs not stupid.â
You look at him, startled by how easily heâs put words to something youâve been trying to deny. âI didnât say I care about him.â
âYou didnât have to.â
His voice is kind, but it hits you like a punch to the gut. You reach for your drink again, draining the rest of it in one go.
âOkay,â you say, standing up abruptly. âI need another one.â
âHang on,â Niall says, grabbing your wrist before you can escape. âAre you sure thatâs a good idea? Youâre alreadyââ
âDrinking?â you interrupt, flashing him a wry smile. âYeah, I know. Thatâs kind of the point.â
Niall lets you go, watching as you make your way to the bar. You donât look at Louis as you order another round, but you can feel his presenceâhis laughter, his charmâlike a static charge in the air.
When you return to the booth, Niallâs still waiting, his expression unreadable. âYou donât have to tell him, you know,â he says quietly.
âTell him what?â
âWhatever it is youâre feeling. If youâre not ready, thatâs okay.â
You sit down, your drink clutched tightly in your hands. âWhat if I never am?â
Niall shrugs, his usual easygoing demeanor softening. âThen thatâs okay, too. But just⊠donât beat yourself up over it, alright? Heâs an idiot, but heâd be even more of one not to see how great you are.â
You manage a small smile, but the ache in your chest doesnât fade. Across the room, Louis throws his head back in laughter, and you drain your drink, trying not to think about what it would mean if Niall was right.
...
Youâre halfway through your drink, the alcohol starting to make the room blur at the edges, when you feel someone slide into the booth beside you. Itâs not Niall this timeâheâs gone to the bar for another round.
âHaving fun, partner?â
You donât need to look to know itâs Louis. His voice, low and warm, cuts through the haze like a match striking in the dark.
âLoads,â you reply, your tone sharper than you intended. You focus on your glass, not him.
Thereâs a pause, and then he leans closer, so close you can feel the heat of him against your arm. âWhatâs got you in a mood, then?â
You scoff, finally turning to meet his gaze. âWhy would I be in a mood?â
Louisâs brow furrows, and he studies you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. âDunno. Thatâs why Iâm asking.â
You shrug, trying to brush him off. âItâs nothing. Go back to your fans.â
Realization dawns in his expression, and his lips curve into a small smirk. âAh, so thatâs what this is about.â
You roll your eyes. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âSure you donât,â he says, his tone light but his eyes sharp. He tilts his head toward the bar, where the girls heâd been chatting with have moved on. âTheyâre just fans, love. Took a couple photos, had a laugh. Thatâs all.â
âDoesnât matter,â you say quickly, taking another sip of your drink.
âClearly, it does,â he counters, his voice dipping lower.
You glance at him, and the teasing edge in his expression is gone, replaced by something quieter. More serious. It makes your stomach flip, and you hate how easily he gets under your skin.
âI just donât get how you can do it,â you murmur, the words slipping out before you can stop them. âTurn it on and off like itâs nothing.â
Louis stares at you for a moment, his blue eyes searching yours. Then he leans back slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âYou think itâs nothing?â
You donât answer, and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. âItâs not. I just⊠I donât know. Itâs easier sometimes to keep it light, you know? Keeps people from expecting too much.â
Your chest tightens at his words, and you look away, focusing on the dance floor instead. It feels safer than looking at him when heâs being like thisâhonest and raw in a way that catches you off guard.
Louis follows your gaze, then nudges you with his shoulder. âCome on.â
âWhat?â
âDance with me.â
You blink at him. âAre you serious?â
âDead serious,â he says, standing up and holding a hand out to you. âUnless youâre scared you canât keep up.â
Itâs a challenge, one youâd normally accept without hesitation. But tonight, thereâs something heavier in the air between you, something that makes you hesitate.
âLouisâŠâ you start, but he cuts you off.
âJust one dance, love. For old timeâs sake.â
You sigh, finishing the last of your drink before placing your hand in his. His grip is warm and steady as he pulls you to your feet, leading you toward the dance floor.
The music is loud and fast, but Louis doesnât seem to care. He spins you around dramatically, earning a laugh despite yourself, and when he pulls you close, his grin is infectious.
âThere she is,â he says, his voice just loud enough for you to hear over the music. âI knew you couldnât stay mad at me.â
âIâm not mad,â you reply, though youâre not sure itâs true.
âNo?â he asks, leaning in until his lips are just inches from your ear. âThen what are you?â
The question lingers, hanging between you as the beat of the music thrums in your chest. You glance up at him, your breath catching at the way heâs looking at youâlike youâre the only thing in the room that matters.
And then, as if drawn by some invisible force, your fingers tighten around his, and you let him pull you closer.
The music is deafening, the bass vibrating through your chest as Louis pulls you closer. The heat of the crowd presses in around youâsweaty bodies moving together in time with the pulsing beatâbut all you can feel is him. His hand rests lightly on your waist, fingers brushing against the bare skin where your top has ridden up, and the touch sends a jolt of electricity through you.
You match his rhythm, your bodies swaying together as the lights flash and the room spins in a blur of color and sound. He leans down, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs something you canât hear over the music. But it doesnât matter, because the low rasp of his voice alone makes your pulse race.
Your hands find their way to his shoulders, then slide down to his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your fingertips. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and intense, and for a moment, itâs as if the entire club has faded away.
Heâs looking at you like heâs never seen you before, like heâs trying to memorize every detail. And you canât look away.
âLouis,â you manage to say, but your voice is swallowed by the music.
He doesnât answer, just pulls you even closer, his forehead resting lightly against yours. His hand tightens on your waist, his thumb tracing slow circles against your skin, and itâs almost too much.
The air between you is charged, thick with something you canât quite name but canât ignore either. And when his lips brush against your templeâsoft, almost tentativeâit sends a shiver down your spine.
Your resolve snaps.
Without thinking, you grab his hand and tug him toward the edge of the dance floor, weaving through the crowd until you find a dark hallway leading toward the bathrooms.
âHere?â he asks, his voice rough and breathless as you pull him into the dimly lit space.
âUnless youâve got a better idea,â you reply, your back pressing against the wall as he steps closer, crowding into your space.
He doesnât hesitate. His hands are on your hips in an instant, his lips crashing against yours with a force that makes your head spin. Itâs all heat and desperation, months of tension unraveling in a single, searing kiss.
You fist your hands in his shirt, pulling him closer, and he groans softly against your lips. The sound sends a thrill through you, and you arch into him, gasping when his mouth moves to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down your skin.
âTell me to stop,â he murmurs against your throat, his voice low and strained.
But stopping is the last thing on your mind. âDonât,â you whisper.
The noise of the club fades into a dull throb, your pulse pounding in your ears as Louis pulls you deeper into the hallway. His grip is unrelenting, his hand firm around your wrist as he guides you toward the dimly lit bathroom, the air thick with the sharp scent of alcohol and sweat. When you step inside, he doesnât hesitate. He closes the door behind you with a soft thud, and before you can even process whatâs happening, heâs already pulling you toward him, his hands sliding to the curve of your waist.
"Fuck," he breathes, his voice low, gravelly, as he looks you over. His eyes darken with something primal, raw. "I need you."
The way he says itâlike thereâs no choice in the matter, like heâs been waiting for thisâmakes your stomach flutter with anticipation. Your heart races as he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. His body presses flush against yours, the heat radiating off of him like a furnace.
Youâre suddenly aware of everythingâhis breath against your skin, the brush of his chest against yours, the sensation of his hands sliding down to grip your thighs as he carries you toward one of the stalls. The door bangs against the wall as he kicks it open with a force that leaves you breathless. You barely register it, too caught up in the way heâs looking at youâso intensely, so urgentlyâthat itâs like the entire world outside has ceased to exist.
Louis doesnât give you a moment to breathe. He presses you back against the door, and the sharp click of the lock echoes in the small space. His hands move to the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly, deliberately, until the cool air hits your skin. The contrast of the cold on your warm body makes you gasp, but itâs nothing compared to the feeling of him against you.
"God, you're perfect," he mutters under his breath, his eyes raking over you like he canât quite believe youâre here. His mouth finds the curve of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that makes your pulse spike. Heâs everywhere at onceâhis lips, his hands, his bodyâleaving no space between the two of you.
His lips trail lower, his breath hot as it brushes against your collarbone, and you canât help but shiver, arching into him as his hands slip lower, tracing the curve of your waist and hips. âLouis,â you breathe, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.
âYou want this,â he says, his voice rough with hunger as he presses his body into yours. His hands slide under your skirt, gripping your thighs, his thumbs brushing the inside of your legs. The sensation sends a shock of desire through you, and you tighten your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer.
Youâre both moving instinctively nowâhis body surging into yours, your hands tearing at his jeans, pushing them down just enough so you can feel the hard line of him pressing into you. Youâre both breathless, desperate, as your bodies start moving together, finding a rhythm born from nothing but pure need.
The heat between you is overwhelming, suffocating. You can feel every inch of him against you, your bodies grinding together with a desperation that feels like it's been building for weeks, months even. His lips find yours again, more forcefully this time, his tongue slipping between your lips as your hands roam over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his body.
âYou feel so fucking good,â he groans against your mouth, his hands moving to the zipper of your skirt, tugging it down, leaving you exposed to him in the dim light.
You gasp as the cold air hits your skin, but the shock of it only fuels the fire between you. You push him back slightly, giving yourself enough room to pull off your panties, tossing them carelessly to the side. His eyes darken at the sight, and he groans again, his hands trembling slightly as they slide down your body.
âGod, youâre killing me,â he mutters as he presses his body into yours again, the door rattling against the force of it. His lips trail down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, and you canât help the moan that slips from your mouth.
âYou want me?â he asks, his voice low, dangerous, as his hands slide between your bodies, his fingers brushing against you, making you gasp.
âYes,â you breathe. âYes, I need you.â
And just like that, heâs pulling you closer, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force as he positions himself against you. The first thrust is slow, deliberate, but it doesnât take long for the urgency to take over, for both of you to lose control.
Your bodies move together with a frantic rhythm, the pressure building, tightening, until you feel like youâre going to explode. The sensation is overwhelming, dizzying, and you cling to him, feeling his hands grip your skin like heâs afraid to let go. His breath comes in ragged gasps against your ear as he buries his face in your neck, his body pressing into yours with every thrust.
The world outside the stall is forgottenâthereâs nothing but the sound of your breathing, the rhythm of your bodies, the urgent need to feel more.
When it happens, itâs all at onceâthe sharp pull of release, the sensation of your body shuddering as he groans your name, the feeling of him inside you. You lose yourself in him completely, and for a moment, the entire world falls away, leaving nothing but the raw, pulsing connection between the two of you.
For a long time, neither of you speaks. Youâre both panting, trying to catch your breath as you stand there, still tangled together in the small, dimly lit stall. The air is thick, heavy with the aftermath, and the sound of the clubâs music feels distant now, like it belongs to someone elseâs world.
Louis rests his forehead against yours, his hands still cradling your hips as if heâs afraid to let you go. His breathing slows, but his grip on you doesnât loosen.
âAre you okay?â he murmurs, his voice soft, the intensity from moments ago replaced with something else. Something almost tender.
You nod, your hands tracing the lines of his back, still feeling the echo of his touch. âYeah,â you whisper. âIâm more than okay.â
And for a brief, fleeting moment, it feels like everything has shifted.
...
The morning light seeps through the curtains, casting pale slivers across the room, and you wake with a pounding headache that has everything to do with last night. As you sit up, stretching stiff muscles, your fingers graze your neck, and you freeze.
You already know what youâll find. Your stomach flips as you rush to the mirror, pulling your hair away to reveal dark, circular marks. Hickeys. Louisâs hickeys.
Heat floods your face as the memories from last night rush backâhis hands on your body, the rasp of his voice in your ear, the way he kissed you like he was starving for it. A shiver runs through you, not from regret, but from how damn good it all was.
Still, the marks are a problem. You grab your makeup bag and get to work, layering concealer and powder until theyâre faint enough to be hidden by your hair. Itâs not perfect, but itâll have to do. You canât let the others see. You canât let anyone see.
Your phone buzzes on the counter, pulling you from your thoughts. Itâs a message from Louis: "You good?"
Your heart hammers as you type back: "We need to talk."
A few minutes later, youâre knocking on his door. When it swings open, Louis is thereâhair tousled, barefoot, still half-asleep, but the way he looks at you makes it clear he knows why youâre here.
âHey,â you say, stepping inside. Your voice feels thin, unsure, but you force yourself to keep going. âAbout last night...â
Louis closes the door behind you and leans against it, crossing his arms. âYeah,â he says slowly, watching you with that sharp, unreadable gaze of his.
âI woke up with... these,â you continue, gesturing toward your neck. His eyes follow the motion, a smirk twitching at his lips as he realizes what youâre talking about.
âDidnât think I went that hard,â he teases, but thereâs something softer underneath his usual playfulness. âSorry about that.â
You let out a shaky laugh, your fingers brushing over the covered marks. âItâs fine. I covered them up, but, Louis... no one can know about this. The others would never let us live it down.â
Louis straightens, the smirk slipping into something more serious. âYeah, youâre right. Itâs probably best if we keep it between us.â
The weight of that decision settles over the room, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. Then, Louis lets out a low laugh, scratching the back of his neck. âI mean, for what itâs worth... it was a really fucking good time.â
Your breath catches, your heart flipping at the sincerity in his tone. A small, involuntary smile tugs at your lips. âYeah,â you admit softly, meeting his gaze. âIt really was.â
The tension in the room shiftsâheavier, but warmer. Thereâs something unspoken between you, something lingering from last night, but you force yourself to push it aside.
âBut it was... a one-time thing,â you say, your voice firmer now. âWe were drunk, caught up in the moment. It doesnât mean anything. Right?â
Louis hesitates, his jaw tightening ever so slightly before he nods. âRight,â he agrees, though his voice doesnât carry the same conviction. âJust a one-time thing. We go back to normal. Friends. Bandmates. No weirdness.â
You nod, the words hanging heavy in the air. âAlright,â you say, standing and smoothing your shirt. âIâll see you at soundcheck.â
Louis follows you to the door, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. âYeah,â he says softly. âSee you there.â
You step out into the hallway, feeling the weight of everything unspoken between you. The memory of last night burns in your mind, and as much as you tell yourself it was a mistake, a small, stubborn part of you knows it wasnât.
And as you walk away, you know the secret youâre both keeping wonât be the hardest part. The hardest part will be pretending that you donât want more.
...
The hotel bathroom feels impossibly small, its tiled walls closing in on you as you stare down at the pregnancy test in your trembling hands. The instructions are simple, straightforward, but they feel like a foreign language as you reread them for the third time.
Niall is waiting just outside, sitting on the edge of your hotel bed. You hadnât planned to involve him this much, but when you decided to sneak out and buy the test earlier, heâd been the one person you trusted enough to call. Now, as the reality of what youâre about to do looms over you, youâre beyond grateful heâs here.
âEverything okay in there?â Niallâs voice drifts through the door, steady and calm.
âYeah,â you call back, though your voice wavers. âIâm doing it now.â
âTake your time,â he replies, his tone gentle.
You follow the instructions mechanically, your heart pounding louder with every step. When itâs done, you set the test on the counter, face down, and set the timer on your phone. For a moment, you just stand there, gripping the edge of the sink to steady yourself.
When the timer buzzes, you hesitate, your hand hovering over the test.
âYou good?â Niall asks from the other side of the door, the concern in his voice unmistakable.
You take a deep breath and pick up the test. The result is instant.
Pregnant.
The air rushes out of your lungs, and you open the bathroom door without even thinking. Niall is on his feet in an instant, his eyes scanning your face.
âWhat does it say?â he asks, his voice soft but urgent.
You hold up the test, your hand shaking. âItâs positive,â you whisper. âIâm pregnant.â
For a moment, Niall just stares, processing the words. Then, he crosses the room in two quick steps and pulls you into a hug. âItâs okay,â he murmurs. âItâs gonna be okay. Iâve got you.â
You cling to him, tears spilling over as the weight of the situation crashes down on you. After a moment, he pulls back, his hands resting on your shoulders as he studies your face.
âDo you⊠know who the father is?â he asks carefully.
You nod, wiping your eyes. âItâs Louis.â
Niallâs eyebrows shoot up, and his mouth falls open slightly. âLouis?â
You laugh, a short, incredulous sound that bubbles out of you before you can stop it. âYeah. It was that night we all went out to the bar.â
Realization dawns in his eyes, and he stares at you like heâs trying to piece it together. âWaitâso⊠the bathroom stall?â
You groan, covering your face with your hands. âYes, the bathroom stall,â you say, your voice muffled.
For a moment, thereâs silence. Then, to your surprise, Niall starts to laughâa low chuckle that quickly turns into full-on laughter. Itâs contagious, and soon youâre laughing too, tears streaming down your face as the absurdity of it all sinks in.
âI canât believe Iâm having a baby that was conceived in a bathroom stall,â you manage to choke out, shaking your head.
Niall grins, his laughter fading into a warm smile. âHey, at least youâll have a good story for the kid someday.â
You snort, wiping your cheeks. âYeah, Iâm sure thatâll go over great.â
As the laughter subsides, Niallâs expression grows serious again. âYou're going to have to tell Louis.â
You shake your head, the weight of that reality settling over you. âNot yet. I donât even know how to tell him.â
Niall squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. âYou donât have to figure it out alone. Iâm here, alright? Whatever you need.â
His support steadies you, and you nod, a small spark of determination flickering to life. âThanks, Niall,â you say softly.
He smiles, giving your shoulder a final squeeze. âWeâll figure it out. One step at a time.â
...
The hotel dining room buzzes with the usual morning energy: clinking cutlery, muted conversation, and the aroma of coffee filling the air. You sit with the boys, doing your best to seem normal as you pick at a piece of toast. The nausea has become a constant companion, and exhaustion drags at you more with each passing day.
âStill not feeling well?â Liam asks, glancing at your plate with a worried frown.
You force a smile. âItâs just a bug. Iâll be fine.â
âYouâve been saying that for weeks,â Zayn points out, his tone sharper than Liamâs, though thereâs concern in his dark eyes.
Harry leans back in his chair, studying you closely. âYou need to see a doctor. Youâre barely eating, and you look knackered.â
âThanks, Harry,â you say dryly, hoping humor will deflect their growing concern.
Louis, whoâs been uncharacteristically quiet throughout breakfast, lifts his coffee cup to his lips but says nothing. His eyes linger on you, though, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.
âIâll be fine,â you insist again, grabbing your mug and taking a sip even though the coffee turns your stomach. âJust need some rest.â
The boys donât look convinced, but they eventually let it drop as the conversation shifts to tour logistics. When breakfast wraps up, everyone begins dispersing to their rooms.
As you step into the hallway, Niall gently catches your arm. âHey, can we talk for a sec?â
âSure,â you say, letting him steer you toward a quieter section of the corridor.
Unbeknownst to either of you, Louis lingers just out of sight around the corner, pretending to check his phone.
Niall keeps his voice low as he speaks. âHow are you holding up? Really.â
You glance around nervously, making sure no one is nearby. âIâm okay,â you lie, though your voice wavers. âJust... trying to figure things out.â
He frowns, clearly not buying it. âYouâve got to stop pushing yourself so hard. This isnât just about you anymore.â
âI know,â you whisper, crossing your arms over your chest. âItâs just... itâs a lot, Niall.â
âHave you thought more about telling Louis?â
The question hangs in the air, and your heart sinks. âI donât even know where to start,â you admit. âHow do I tell him that Iâm pregnant and itâs his baby? That it happened in a bloody bathroom stall?â
Niall snorts, though his expression quickly turns serious again. âYouâre going to have to tell him eventually. He deserves to know, and you deserve to have his support.â
âI know,â you say quietly. âI just⊠Iâm scared, Niall. What if he freaks out? What if it changes everything between us?â
âHe might freak out,â Niall says honestly. âBut heâs Louis. Heâll step up. Youâve got to trust himâand yourself.â
Neither of you notice the shadow around the corner or the way Louis freezes in place, his breath catching as he processes what he just overheard.
âIâll tell him,â you say finally, your voice shaky but resolute. âI just need to figure out how.â
Niall nods, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. âWhenever youâre ready, Iâve got your back.â
You manage a small, grateful smile. âThanks, Niall. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
As the two of you part ways, Louis remains rooted to his spot, his mind racing. He had only stopped to grab his jacket, not to eavesdropâbut now, he canât unhear whatâs just been revealed.
Pregnant. His baby.
The words loop in his mind, crashing over him in waves of shock and disbelief. He grips the wall for support, his heart pounding as he tries to process what this meansâfor you, for him, for everything.
...
The hotel suite is unusually quiet, the remnants of breakfast scattered across the coffee table as the boys lounge around. Youâre absent, having slipped away earlier, and the rest of the group assumes youâre just taking some much-needed time to yourself.
Louis, however, canât sit still. He paces the room, his jaw tight and his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. His thoughts are a jumbled mess, but one thing is clear: he needs answers.
Niall, sitting on the armrest of a couch, notices the tension radiating off Louis. âMate, you alright?â he asks, raising an eyebrow.
Thatâs all it takes for Louis to stop pacing and whirl around to face him. âNo, Niall, Iâm not alright,â he snaps, his voice sharp enough to make everyone else in the room sit up straighter.
âWhatâs going on?â Liam asks, frowning.
Louis ignores him, his blue eyes locked on Niall. âHow long were you planning on keeping it from me?â he demands, his voice rising.
âKeeping what from you?â Niall replies carefully, though his face pales slightly.
âDonât play dumb with me!â Louis shouts, taking a step closer. âI know. I heard you talking to her this morning.â
The room falls into stunned silence, and Zayn and Harry exchange wide-eyed looks.
âWhat are you talking about?â Harry finally asks, his tone laced with confusion.
Louis doesnât even glance at him. His focus is still entirely on Niall. âSheâs pregnant, isnât she? And itâs mine.â
Niallâs mouth opens and closes a few times, but no sound comes out. The rest of the boys look utterly shell-shocked, their eyes darting between Louis and Niall.
âIs it true?â Liam asks, his voice quieter now, though no less serious.
Niall lets out a long breath, running a hand through his hair. âIt wasnât my place to tell you, Louis,â he says, his voice firm despite the guilt flickering in his eyes. âShe needed time to figure out how to say it herself.â
Louisâs laugh is bitter, almost disbelieving. âTime? You donât think I deserved to know right away? That I deserved to hear it from herâor at least someoneâbefore overhearing you whispering about it in a bloody hallway?â
âI was just trying to be there for her,â Niall says defensively, standing now to meet Louisâs glare. âSheâs scared out of her mind, Louis. This isnât easy for her.â
âYou think this is easy for me?â Louis shoots back, his voice cracking slightly. âFinding out Iâm going to be a dad like this?â
The words hang in the air, heavy and raw.
Zayn leans forward, his brow furrowed. âWait. Are you saying Y/Nâs pregnant, and itâs yours?â
âYes,â Louis snaps, throwing his arms out in frustration. âThatâs exactly what Iâm saying.â
Harry sits back, his jaw slack as he processes the revelation. âBloody hell.â
âLook, I get that youâre upset,â Niall says, his tone softer now. âBut she needed time to figure things out. I was just trying to support her until she was ready to talk to you.â
âShe shouldâve come to me,â Louis mutters, his anger ebbing slightly but still palpable. âI deserved to know.â
âAnd she knows that,â Niall replies. âBut sheâs been scared, Louis. She didnât want to mess everything up. She didnât know how youâd react.â
Louis takes a deep breath, his hands raking through his hair as he processes Niallâs words. âI donât know how to react,â he admits, his voice quieter now. âThis is... massive.â
âIt is,â Liam says, speaking up for the first time since the confrontation started. âBut itâs not something you have to figure out alone. Weâre all here for both of you.â
Louis looks around the room, his frustration slowly giving way to uncertainty. âI need to talk to her,â he says finally, more to himself than anyone else.
âThen do that,â Niall says gently. âBut give her some grace, mate. Sheâs dealing with a lot.â
Louis nods, his expression still tense but less combative. Without another word, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving the rest of the boys in stunned silence.
...
Youâre standing at the sink in your hotel bathroom, clutching the edge of the counter to steady yourself as another wave of nausea passes. The fluorescent lights buzz faintly, adding to the headache pounding at your temples.
Splashing cold water on your face, you glance at your reflection, pale and drawn. Youâd thought you could keep things under control, at least for a little while longer. But the toll on your body is becoming harder and harder to hide.
A knock at the bathroom door startles you. Before you can answer, Louisâs voice cuts through.
âY/N, itâs me. Open up.â
Your stomach twists for an entirely different reason now. His tone is firm, no trace of his usual teasing lilt. You grab a towel to pat your face dry, stalling for time.
âIâm fine, Louis,â you call back, trying to sound normal.
âIâm not leaving,â he says, and you can hear the resolve in his voice. âWe need to talk.â
With a resigned sigh, you open the door. Louis is standing there, arms crossed and a look of determination on his face. The blue of his eyes is intense, searching yours for answers youâre not ready to give.
âCan we do this later?â you ask weakly.
âNo,â he says, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. âI know.â
Your breath catches. âYou know what?â
âI know youâre pregnant,â he says, his voice quieter now but no less firm. âAnd I know itâs mine.â
The air feels sucked out of the room, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him.
âHowââ you start, but he cuts you off.
âI heard you and Niall talking this morning,â he admits. âI wasnât eavesdroppingâit just happened. And now I need to hear it from you. Is it true?â
You look down at your feet, your hands trembling. âYes,â you whisper.
Louis exhales sharply, leaning back against the door as he runs a hand through his hair. âHow long have you known?â
âAbout a week,â you admit, your voice barely audible. âI wasnât sure at first, but I took a test. Niallâs the only one I told.â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â he asks, his voice cracking slightly. âWhy did I have to find out like this?â
Tears prick at your eyes, and you sink onto the closed toilet lid. âI didnât know how to, Louis,â you confess. âItâs not exactly an easy thing to bring up. And I didnât know how youâd react. I was scared.â
âScared of me?â he asks, his brows knitting together.
âNo,â you say quickly. âNot of you. Just... of everything. What this means for us, for the band. I didnât want to ruin everything.â
Louis crouches down in front of you, his hands resting on your knees. The unexpected tenderness in the gesture makes your chest tighten.
âYouâre not ruining anything,â he says softly, his voice steadier now. âBut you canât shut me out of this. I deserve to know whatâs going on, Y/N. This is my baby too.â
The weight of his words hits you, and you nod, wiping at your eyes. âI know. Iâm sorry, Louis. I was just... trying to figure it all out.â
âWell, you donât have to do it alone anymore,â he says, his hands squeezing your knees gently. âWeâll figure it out together.â
You look up at him, surprised by the conviction in his voice. âYou mean that?â
âOf course I do,â he says, a small, reassuring smile tugging at his lips. âWe might not have planned this, but itâs happening. And Iâm not going anywhere.â
For the first time in days, a flicker of hope sparks in your chest. âThank you,â you whisper.
Louis stands, offering you his hand. âCome on,â he says. âLetâs get out of this bathroom. Weâve got a lot to talk about.â
You take his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. And for the first time, you feel like maybe, just maybe, you wonât have to face this alone.
Louis doesnât let go of your hand as he leads you out of the bathroom, guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed. He stays standing for a moment, running a hand through his hair as if trying to gather his thoughts. When he finally sits beside you, he turns to face you fully, his expression serious but gentle.
âI know this probably feels overwhelming,â he starts, his voice softer now. âBut I need you to know something. Iâm not going anywhere, Y/N. Not now, not ever.â
Tears prick your eyes again, and you bite your lip, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his words. âLouis, you donât have toââ
âI want to,â he interrupts firmly. âThis isnât about what I have to do. This is my baby, and you... youâre everything to me.â
Your breath catches, and you stare at him, unsure if you heard him correctly. âWhat do you mean?â
He exhales deeply, a small, nervous smile tugging at his lips. âI mean Iâve been in love with you for ages, Y/N. Iâve just been too much of a coward to say it.â
âLouis...â
He laughs softly, though thereâs a trace of vulnerability in his eyes. âItâs true. Iâve hidden behind all the jokes and the flirting because I was terrified you didnât feel the same. I thought if I said something, Iâd ruin what we have. And then that night at the club happened, and I thought maybe... but you said it was a mistake, and I didnât want to push.â
You shake your head, a tear slipping down your cheek. âIt wasnât a mistake,â you admit, your voice trembling. âI only said that because I was scared. Scared of ruining what we have, just like you were. But Iâve been in love with you too, Louis. For so long.â
His eyes widen, and for a moment, he looks utterly stunned. âYou mean that?â
âYes,â you whisper, reaching for his hand. âI mean it.â
He lets out a soft, incredulous laugh, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. âAll this time, weâve been dancing around each other like idiots.â
You laugh too, though itâs choked with emotion. âYeah. Pretty much.â
The two of you sit there for a moment, letting the weight of the truth settle between you. Then Louisâs grin turns mischievous, his blue eyes sparkling.
âCan you believe our kidâs going to have the most ridiculous conception story ever?â he says, his voice teasing.
You canât help but laugh, the tension breaking slightly. âConceived in a bathroom stall at a nightclub,â you say, shaking your head. âThatâs not exactly the romantic story you tell at family gatherings.â
Louis chuckles, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. âNo, but itâs our story,â he says, his tone softening again. âAnd I wouldnât change it for anything.â
The warmth in his gaze makes your heart swell, and before you can overthink it, you lean in. Louis meets you halfway, his lips capturing yours in a kiss thatâs nothing like the heated, impulsive one from that night. This one is slow, deliberate, and full of everything youâve both been holding back.
When you finally pull apart, he rests his forehead against yours, his hand still cradling your face. âIâm all in, Y/N,â he says quietly. âFor you, for this baby. For everything.â
A tear slips down your cheek, but this time itâs one of relief, not fear. âMe too,â you whisper.
The two of you sit there in the quiet, holding each other as the enormity of the moment settles in. For the first time in weeks, you feel like everything might just be okay.
...
Author's note: I hope you liked it! Let me know if you'd like me to turn it into a mini series and have a Part 2!
#louis tomlinson x pregnant reader#louis tomlinson x y/n#louis tomlinson x reader#louis tomlinson fanfiction#louis x reader#louis tomlinson x you#one direction fanfiction
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âDiana, you really are being silly about this,â Ingrid hissed, hurrying to keep up with Diana as she did her best to power walk away from her fellow agent. And preferably out of a window.
âOh! Well! Shall we have a little laugh, then? Ha-ha-ha!â She pressed on a little faster, a twist of glee shooting up in her when Ingrid gave a fraction of a stumble.
âDiana,â Ingrid whispered again, nearly begging as she tailed the woman she still had the audacity to be calling her friend. âCome on, now, itâs only one assignment--â
Diana stopped suddenly, scoffing to turn around and look Ingrid in the eyes. âOh, only one assignment!â she snapped sarcastically. âYou make it sound so insignificant, Ingrid, that you snaked me out of my rightful place--â
âOh my--â Ingrid shook her head. âDo you even hear yourself? âYour rightful placeâ, like youâve been promised the world and more, you are so full of it--â
â--As Partnerâs protĂ©gĂ©Â , it should be me working next to him on this assignment, not you! And not only am I being passed over, I have to endure the humiliation of not even knowing the details-- I mean, since when do you have higher clearance than I do!?â
âYouâre Partnerâs protĂ©gĂ© now, are you?â Ingrid crossed her arms. âTell me, when did he bestow that title on you? Because I was under the impression we were all working our way up the ranks, that any one of us could be in line for First or Second desk--â
Diana barked a laugh. Ingrid frowned.
â...And anyway, Diana, like I said, itâs only one assignment. Iâm sure youâll get the next one.â
âNo.â Dianaâs jaw locked defiantly. âItâs never just one assignment.â
And perhaps Ingrid was right. Perhaps this assignment would prove insignificant in the grand scheme of things, and Diana was here making a fuss over nothing. But a single assignment, Diana knew well, could make or break a career. And, intentional sabotage or not, it rankled with her that Ingrid-- Cartwrightâs favorite, and five years Dianaâs junior-- would be chosen to work with Partner, for whom Diana had been the most loyal underling of for years. The closer she got to forty-- and she was quite close now-- the more she worried about the amount of time she had left to climb in her career, and whether each new height she reached would be her peak.
And she wasnât ready to peak yet in her current position-- reasonably high up in the service, nothing to sniff at, but not the one calling the real shots. She had her sights set on First Desk. And nothing would stop her from reaching it. Not even her so-called âfriendâ Ingrid, who, unfortunately for them both, also had her sights set on the top.
Diana let the fury and the frustration of the previous two hours, as she pleaded her case to Partner and was swiftly and unmercifully denied, emanate through her as she shook herself out, turning away from Ingrid and continuing down the hall to her office door. Ingrid trailed her again, though less urgently now that theyâd had their little row, and was just starting to speak again-- saying God knows what, Diana resolved to tune her out-- when Diana swiped her keycard and opened the door to her office.
âŠAnd froze abruptly, causing Ingrid to bump into her from behind.
âDiana, what--â
Then Ingrid saw what Diana was looking at, and she froze, too.
The light was on in Tavernerâs office. Not a file out of place. ExceptâŠ
A child, somewhere between five and ten years old-- Diana was always terrible at guessing childrenâs ages-- was sitting in the big plush chair at Dianaâs desk, sticking his legs out as he spun himself in a quick circle.
When he spotted the two women standing in the doorway, he caught himself against the desk, though still swayed in the seat, dizziness making his body lurch in slow rotations.
âHi,â he said plainly.
Diana, who was already not having a spectacular day, didnât bother to contain her frustration. âWhy. on Earth,â she asked dangerously, narrowing her eyes at the boy. âIs there a child sitting behind my--â
Ingrid squeezed her forearm, leaning forward to whisper into her ear: âDiana, hush. Itâs baby Cartwright.â
And. Well. That changed things, then, didnât it? She gave the child a once-over again. Young as he was, he seemed well behaved judging by the state of the office, the only thing out of place a pen and a doodle-covered paper sat in front of him. And now that it was pointed out to her, she could spot the resemblance to the Old Bastard in the boy-- his calm stillness that felt almost eerie in a child, his blue eyes wide and seemingly all-knowing. He immediately unnerved her.
She bit out a dazzling grin.
âWell, of course!â The forced cheerfulness in her voice made Diana want to choke on her own tongue. âHello, young Cartwright.â
âMy nameâs River.â The boy pulled his sneakered feet up onto Dianaâs chair, tucking them underneath him so that he could kneel to peer over the tall desk, and she had to choke back her reprimand-- do you have any idea how much that chair costs?
âOf course,â Diana said again. She already had a tension headache flaring up. âWhat a⊠lovely name.â
River made a face. âI donât like it,â he told her, as if letting her in on a great and serious secret. âGranddad says my mum was in her âhippie phaseâ.â
â...Ah,â Diana said, unsure how else to respond. She had never been the most comfortable around children in general, and this particular one was even more disquieting. Both his mannerisms, uncannily similar to the man behind the curtain of everything going on at the Park, as well as his proximity to power, made Diana want him to leave very quickly.
On the other hand, his proximity to power could certainly be an assetâŠ
âYou know,â she said. âI think Iâve got a few candies in my desk drawer, if youâd like them.â In reality they were only breath mints, but she was hoping the child wouldnât know the difference.
âYes, please!â River chirped. He rolled himself away from the desk as Diana approached, but didnât make a move to get up out of her chair. Damned child. âGranddad told me not to touch anything until he came back, so I didnât snoop.â
Which meant he had definitely snooped. Diana repressed a groan, hoping whatever the little twat reported back to Daddy would make her look good, or at least not bad. At the very least, she assured herself, he wouldnât be able to call her a slob.
âHere you are.â She deposited a few of the mints into Riverâs hand, though sheâd done a quick count of the number in the tin and concluded that heâd already snacked on more than a few of them. âYou know, you do remind me quite a bit of your grandfather.â
The boy beamed, which made him look absolutely nothing like David Cartwright. That man never smiled. Except, rumor had it, when looking after his grandson, whom he adored more than anything else in the world. More than his political power, even.
Yes, Diana was deciding. She had to find a way to please this child. If he left her office tonight upset, or even offended, she may as well kiss First Desk goodbye.
While River was occupied picking through the multicolored mints, Diana glanced up toward the door of her office again-- Ingrid had let it swing shut, but was standing near it with her arms crossed, an odd kind of amused smile on her face.
âWhat?â Diana whispered, coming back toward her. âWhatâs that look for?â
âNothing.â Ingrid tilted her head. âIâm just enjoying this.â
âEnjoying what?â
âWatching you suck up to a child.â Ingrid laughed. âI mean, really, Diana, heâs eight. Donât you find this all a bit embarrassing?â
Diana made a mental note of the number. âWell, you can see yourself out, then.â
âOh, no, no, no.â Ingrid grinned again. âThis is the best thing Iâve seen all week.â
Diana ignored her and turned back to little River. Ingrid could poke fun all she liked. It wasnât her approval that mattered-- it was Cartwrightâs.
âHow would you like to play a game?â She asked the boy, scouring her brain for any memories of her schoolyard days.
âSure!â River agreed easily.
.
When Cartwirght finally came to collect his grandson an hour later, it was to the sound of River laughing. After attempting Dianaâs sorry excuse for a game, he had convinced her to try one that he played at school. The boy even managed to rope Ingrid into playing, too, though neither agent could quite figure out the rules from Riverâs unfocused babbling (Diana suspected the rules may have well been changing based on Riverâs whims), so he kept beating the two of them over and over. Still, it kept him entertained until David appeared in the doorway of Dianaâs office, and River hopped up to run over and happily take his hand.
She had suspected partway through the strange experience that River had been left here, in the office of one of the few high-ranking female agents in the Park, for reasons having to do with little other than her high heels, a suspicion which was confirmed when David said, âThank you for looking after him, ladies,â in a way that made Dianaâs teeth grind together so hard she thought one would crack.
But still. She kept her smile. Kept her composure. Until the OB and his grandgremlin were gone. And, all things considered, she felt she had made a fairly positive impression on the boy-- he waved goodbye to her (her, and not Ingrid), as he and his grandfather left. Hopefully that would earn her a point or two.
So, all in all, despite the horrid mess of a day that had preceded it, Diana felt overall quite satisfied with the eveningâs end. At least, until Ingrid coughed next to her.
âAhem-toady-hm.â
Diana scowled, elbowing her in the ribs.
#slow horses#HIIIII BESTIES ITS 4AM RANDOM DRABBLE THAT POSESSED ME TIME#this was fun diana is so FUN!!!!#her and ingrid's whole everything is so fun#and i will never have enough of baby river interacting with the then-young old guard#anyway. it's almost 5am i should go to bed
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your biggest fan soon becomes your biggest obsessionâŠ.
black onlyfans creator!reader (fem descriptions), nerdy!armin, public sex/public masturbation, squirting, mentions of toys, exhibitionism, throatfucking, cumshot
đ: I wanted to go a completely different direction with this but a) itâs no longer kinktober and it wouldâve much better suited that and b) nerd!armin just scratches an itch in my brain I canât quite put my finger on. So enjoy! đ«¶đŸ (also, I AM SO SORRY THIS SHIT IS SO LONG đđ I donât intend on headcanons being this length but I canât shut the fuck up.)
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nerd!armin had been a dutiful subscriber of (y/n) (l/n)âs or as the world knew you, (performer name) for quite some time. Heâd faithfully watched your content, never missing an upload to your sites and shamelessly scrolling your Twitter.
nerd!armin preferred your videos over others because they were so unique. Always willing to push the envelope by shooting in unconventional spaces; your car, public bathrooms and even dressing rooms..a polar opposite to his shy, bashful nature. In a way, he was jealous but also aroused..
from your long acrylics, fluffy lashes, colorful hair that changed from video to video and of course, the beautiful, dark brown complexion that radiated underneath the sun or ring lights, nerd!armin was obsessed.
nerd!armin would lie in bed after a long study session, classes or even a hard day at work..mindlessly stroking his cock in one hand as he held his phone in the other, eyes glued to the screen whilst you performed those lewd acts.
shoving those dildos in and out of your tight cunt, those pretty pink walls and plump brown lips sucking on that silicone toy..stretching yourself open all for his pleasure. A jeweled butt plug shoved into your ass and cream oozing down onto that gorgeous skin and the leather of your seats as you worked yourself into countless orgasms..mewling and begging for the would be viewer to keep fucking you..
âFuck, Iâm about to come, daddy..youâre gonna make me squirt.â Crying out as nerd!armin jerked himself even faster..subconsciously responding back without a single other person being in the room. âSquirt for me, baby. Come..â Whimpering before exploding with a load of his own..
despite only being an intern, nerd!armin was well off from his freelancing tech work and although it didnât leave him much room for socializing, he would tip you amicably on all the new content, as well as leave kind, respectful, encouraging words. It wasnât something you saw often in this field.
it also didnât take nerd!armin long to realize that you never featured a partner in any of your content like some girls eventually did. Only the various assortment of toys gifted to you by supporters. Which only further fed his delusions when you made a mess and glared into the camera, batting those doe brown eyes before saying â..look at what you made me do..that big dick feels so good..â
nerd!armin, who had only been with one woman sexually in his entire life and didnât date often, could only dream of being with a girl like you.
so it came as no surprise when you announced that you would be opening a contest to film with one of your subscribers for the first time, nerd!armin leaped at the chance! The thought of getting to fuck the woman heâd hopelessly fawned over excited him.
nerd!armin nearly fainted when he got a DM on OnlyFans one day to see that he had won, asking when heâd like to arrange the meetup.
nerd!armin was understandably nervous on the day you two came face to face..but felt as ease when you continuously reassured him and even made sure that both of you had been tested, as well as protection.
âYouâre so cute..itâs nice to finally meet you. Thank you for supporting me..â your gentle voice sent a shockwave of butterflies soaring through nerd!arminâs stomach as you wrapped him in a tight hugâŠand of course, a tightening in his pants upon laying eyes on his favorite creator. But that was merely the beginning.
nerd!armin found himself blushing when you slowly traced circles all over his skin, examining the single tattoo on his forearm and complimenting the smell of his cologne as the two of you sat alone in the bedroom of the designated filming space of your spacious home. Impressed by the bookshelves full of old literature he passed on the way in.
âMmmm..youâre nervous, arenât you?â ââŠI guess you could say that.â âWell donât be, Iâm going to make sure we have a good time, I promise..â
nerd!armin had no idea just how true you were to your word when less than ten minutes after the camera came on, you were on your knees, tongue extended and a wide smile on your face as he towered over you.
nerd!armin could hardly contain himself when eventually, those glossy brims were now encompassed around his cock. Slurping noises emanating around the room, along with his adorable criesâŠsloppy drool and gag spit spilling from that wet mouth and onto the pulsating head, shaft and those swollen balls. Disregarding the fact that your pretty face had become a disheveled mess.
âOh my GodâŠthat feels so good, beautiful. Your mouth feels fucking amazing..â âYou wanna come for me, baby?â â..yes! Drain me, please..â pathetically pleading whilst relentlessly fucking your throat.
nerd!armin unabashedly spent days, practicing his stroke on a translucent flesh light, feeding it deep thrusts and stuffing it with an ungodly amount of cum, examining your videos like study material..in hopes of gaining some stamina against you.
but nothing could prepare nerd!armin for the sheer sensation that being inside of you brought upon him.. however, he wasnât the only one caught off guard..especially when heâd gently tug your head down and force you to watch as he glided into that narrow hole.. a move heâd learn from his tapes.
âItâs so big..damn..â âI told you..â giggling to yourselves as your gazes met and heâd begin to move.
nerd!armin almost felt compelled to believe that you were faking your moans like other pornstars so often didâŠbut that misconception was cleared up when your eyes began to trail back, legs began to tremble and a slight bulge formed at the very bottom of your stomach.
âYes, you stretching the fuck out of this pussy, baby..right there!..â âAm-am I doing a good job?â âYou fucking me so good, please donât stop.â
nerd!armin nearly lost all composure when you all but pushed him away, only to shower him in a stream of your juices. Only increasing as he tapped that swollen tip against your quivering folds.
nerd!armin didnât last more than five minutes after that powerful climax and began dry heaving as his own neared. Ushering you back to your knees to paint those pretty features and tits with his load.
nerd!armin was convinced that once the cameras shut off, youâd put him out for nutting too quickly. Surely a woman of your caliber would never deal with that again. But yet again, he was proven wrong when you smiled up at him, flicking your tongue across your lips before posing a question. âSo..where should we should film next time? We gotta do this more often..â
nerd!armin had found himself the newest and sole object of (creatorâs name) affection!
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Dolly
pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader
synopsis: you feel lonely and buy a new sex doll on the market, not knowing what you got yourself into.
genre: smut, fluff, sci-fi
word count: 10.3k
warnings: alcohol, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, oral (f and m), squirting, creampies
a/n: spooktober continuesđ€đ«¶đ» if u love black mirror, these are vibes for u! also i'm sorry if the ending seems rushed but i have two more things to write for hyunjin before i continue with my spooktoberđ«
!!! this fic has an ambiguous ending
~ divider by @bunnysrph
~ Masterlist
Your cursor hovers over the 'continue to payment' button.
Are you really doing this?
It's embarassing enough that you can't get a date lately, and everyone around you keeps bugging you about it, asking when you're going to find a partner already.
Like you need one. You were perfectly fine alone.
But everyone has needs, and the ad for the new sex dolls that have just come out on the market looked enticing.
Each one of the new models was a unique one, only one of them made as it was sort of a trial run for them and your attention was captured by Hyunjin, the romantic doll.
It was expensive too, but you had money saved up on the side and thought, why not get something for your pleasure and try something new as well.
'Fuck it!', you thought and clicked on the button, purchasing the doll; there was no going back now.
Eagerly, you awaited the day it would be delivered to your door and three weeks later, there was a big box in the middle of your living room.
Biting on your lip, you stare at the box as your heartbeat quickens.
In the pictures, it looked so real. Like it was a real human being and to say you were a bit disturbed was an understatement.
But as freaky as it was, you were still so curios about it so you opened up the box slowly, your eyes wide for the peculiarity of it all. There were covers neatly placed over the doll, and bubble wrap just about everywhere, but on top of it all was a letter.
You opened it up and it read;
Hello,
my name is Hyunjin and I am your romantic doll.
I love art, good food and wine, long walks on the beach and heartwarming movies.
Please, treat me with great care as I am sensitive, and no matter what you do with me, always end it with cuddles.
Hope you come to love me as much as I already love you.
As you read that, you couldn't help being a little freaked out by the doll professing his love to you, but you had to remind yourself it's just the creators of it who wrote the letter, making the concept more real and human to give some kind of comfort to the buyer and personality to the doll.
Taking a deep breath, you remove all the bubble wrap and slide off the cover.
"Oh." you gasp loudly, your hand slapped on your mouth as you finally see the doll.
He looks too real to be just a doll and for a second you just stare into his eyes, unmoving but somehow warm, his facial features chiseled to perfection, his lips plump and inviting.
Your eyes travel down to see he was dressed in a nice button up, intricate flower patterns sewn into the material, coupled with nice pants and even some very expensive looking shoes.
The doll had jewelry on, his nails were painted, there was so much detail on it; he even had a mole under his eye. You marvelled at the dedication of the people who made it and obviously put a lot of though into Hyunjin.
You notice then that there is a note sticking out of the shirt's pocket and you carefully pick it up.
My love!
I got dressed for our first date!
Hopefully you like it and enjoy our first romantic night together.
"Wow, they really went all out with this." you say out loud as you look at the doll, the next question forming in your mind.
How heavy is the doll?
You spend a few more minutes just examining it with your eyes, too nervous to touch it and you can't get over the way it looks just like a real human being.
You rest your hand on the box, your fingertips gently grazing the doll's cheek.
"Oh!" you gasp, retracting your hand. It feels like real skin and with wide eyes your hand moves closer to his face again, your palm pressing slowly against his cheek.
"Are you alive?" you chuckle to yourself but the doll doesn't answer or move at all, just as you expected.
Your fingers slowly explore the doll's face, his lips are plushy and they seem actually kissable, the material they used, whatever it was, made it seem like they were real human lips.
You lean in closer to take a better look into his eyes, your hand coming up to play with locks of dark hair, which again, seems like real hair, the little curls are soft to the touch and bounce back as you pull on them gently.
Now you're leaning so close to him, and you can smell the nice, comforting scent radiating off of the doll. You've no idea what they used, but he smells fresh and flowery.
"Okay, let's get you out of the box." you lean back and hook your hands under the doll's arms before making it sit up.
His head falls to the side a little, making you feel a bit creeped out because it really seemed like you were handling a dead person instead of an actual doll, but the only indication that it wasn't a dead human is the lightness of it.
He wasn't as light as a feather but he wasn't as heavy as dead weight either.
"Maybe the couch?" you talk to yourself as you look over to your comfy couch, the pillows fluffed up already and a soft blanket thrown over it.
Somehow, thankfully to your regular exercise, you manage to lift the doll into your arms and carry him to the couch.
The way he slumps when you put him down, again freaks you out a little, but for some weird reason you're even more interested in how you can actually use the doll.
You prop him to sit nicely and turn on the tv to some art channel, remembering how the doll 'said' that he likes art.
"I hope that's what you enjoy." you shrug and throw the fluffy blanket over the doll's legs, folding his soft hands into his lap, before you go back to the box to find the manual.
"Here it is." you dig out the booklet and start reading.
They listed the materials but you still had no idea what they were so it flew over your head. There was also a page with pictures of the other dolls and the makers' letter to the customers, thanking them for purchasing the doll.
Flipping the pages, you find what you were looking for.
Your face becomes red as you read the doll's 'abilites', including that his thing can vibrate and cum, he reacts to your touch and that he has a usb charger that gets plugged into the back of his neck.
"W-wow." you nod to yourself as you keep reading until you flip to the last page.
WARNING!
If there are any malfunctions with any part of the doll, please contact our services.
The doll can bathe in water except the charger opening so be aware of that.
Please do not disfigure or mutilate the doll.
Do not throw the doll into the trash.
Do not break, bruise or cut the doll.
If you're not satisfied, you can always return it to us and get your money back.
If you've purchased our Hyunjin doll, do not be too harsh on him considering he's sensitive.
Hope you enjoy the romantic soul you chose!
Bruise? The doll can bruise?
Why are they talking about it like it's alive?
You gulp and turn to look at the couch but the doll is unmoving, turned towards the tv, same position as before.
You peek back into the big box to find another, smaller box inside it, that was beneath the doll's feet earlier.
You carefully take it out, putting it on the floor and opening it curiously.
Inside, you found a change of clothes, more casual looking ones and something to be used as sleep wear. It was like getting a Barbie doll with all her outfits when you were a kid.
So bizzare, yet it made you feel excited in a way.
After getting up, you decide to clean up the mess you made with the bubble wrap and put the box away in your closet, just in case, if you ever wanted to return him.
"Okay." you nod and come back to peek at the doll.
The television screen reflects in his eyes, his hands crossed in his lap, just how you left him and relief washes over you.
Why are you even scared?
You shake your head and decide to prepare lunch.
You're in your kitchen, listening to some slow music as you cook, completely forgetting about the doll sitting in your living room.
That is, until the volume of the tv suddenly increases making you jolt and gasp.
Your back straightens as you turn off the stove.
Slowly turning around, you stare at the direction the sound is coming from.
You swallow and make your way to your couch, you don't know what to expect but the doll is still in the same position you left it, the tv remote is out of his reach, down on the coffee table.
You grab it and decrease the volume before looking back at the doll.
"If that wasn't you, we have ghosts in this apartment. But if it was you, you're obviously wanting my attention." you cross your arms as you stare at him.
Nothing.
"Fine, I will eat lunch with you." you declare before going back to the kitchen to get yourself food.
You mostly eat in front of your tv anyways, not caring about any rules since you live alone, enjoying the freedom it brings you.
Settling down next to Hyunjin, you pull the blanket over your legs too and start eating.
You chuckle to yourself, if someone saw you right now, they'd think you're absolutely insane, sitting down next to an inanimate doll that looks eerily human.
You take a peek at Hyunjin, sighing as he sits still.
"You do look alive. But I'm literally talking to myself." you say and of course get no answer.
Shrugging, you continue about your day, washing dishes and doing laundry, enjoying your selfcare routine after getting your apartment in order, your Hyunjin doll observing your movements from the couch.
In the evening hours, you finally come back to him.
"Are you tired of being in the same position?" you ask, knowing there will be no answer.
"We can have dinner now." you add and leave to the kitchen to bring out some food and a bottle of wine.
"This is insane. Top 5 weirdest things I've done." you talk to yourself as you look down at your black satin nightgown, with lace details on the top, perfectly resting on your chest. "Maybe it even takes up the first place."
You settle next to Hyunjin once again, changing his position a little as you fill up two glasses of wine.
"Our first date, I guess?" you sigh with a chuckle before drinking the wine.
His glass stands full on the coffee table, untouched as you start eating next to him once again.
"I guess I should tell you a bit about myself. I work in an office. I hate my job but it pays the bills." you say, "I always wanted to be in a band though. Played guitar in high school. Never got too far with that. I love art too, you know, any shape or form of it. Maybe that's why I chose you. You seem like an artist. Or you would be if you were real, ha." you chuckle, yapping away as you keep drinking the wine, the doll listening to you without moving.
You keep pouring the wine into both his and your glass but it's only you drinking from both glasses.
It gives you a nice buzz, warmness that spreads through your body and manifests itself between your legs.
Usually, you'd play with your vibrator or dildo but seeing as you got a literal sex doll, you thought you should use him for the purpose he's made for.
"Now, what do I do with you?" you smirk, your hand coming up to play with the doll's hair, twirling the lock in your fingers.
"I mean, I can do anything I want." you nod, scooting closer to the doll.
"I feel fucking crazy." you laugh, pulling the covers off of Hyunjin.
Your hand is pressed on his thigh as you touch him gently through his clothes, your mind still marvelling at the fact that he feels like a real human being.
"I'm curious." you whisper, your fingertip playing with the button of his shirt, wanting to see what he looks like underneath the nice clothes they made him wear.
Slowly, you start unbuttoning the doll, taking your time with it, as anticipation builds up, creating a swirl of excitement inside you.
When you pop open the last button, you open up the shirt and gasp.
"Wow." you lick your lips at the sight, the doll's nipples look aroused, his stomach is toned, it looks like there's a vein leading down into his pants making your eyes fall down at his crotch.
You still have no idea how they made him look so real but you're eager to explore, planting your hands on his chest, running them up and down to his stomach, tracing the vein with your fingertips.
You run your hands back up to his nipples and flick them gently with your thumb before pinching them experimentally.
Gasping, you notice a growing bulge in the doll's pants.
"Am I pushing the right buttons?" you chuckle at your own joke as you continue playing with his nipples.
Your impatience however doesn't let you stall for too long, so your hands make their way down to the hem of his pants.
"Let's see." with a smirk you unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them down with a little struggle as you have to lift him up a little.
You place your hands on his thighs, squeezing the flesh a little, watching as his cock twitches like he was really alive.
"You really do react to touch." you gasp in wonder, what kind of technology was this?
They even put underwear on him which you think is a nice touch but at this point, you were too curious not to slide them off immediately.
"Woah!" you gasp as his cock springs free of its confines.
You think it's the biggest and most beautiful cock you've ever seen, framed by a neatly cut bush, a visible vein running up the whole length.
You stare at it for a little while before you wrap your hand around it, your other hand fondling his balls.
It feels real once again, like he's throbbing and twitching, hot and heavy on your palm, a bead of precum at the tip.
"What in the hell?" you mumble, your finger swiping at the tip as you gather the liquid and bring it to your lips.
You suck your finger into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and tasting the sweetness of the doll.
How he tasted so sweet was beyond you.
"Fuck it." you chuckle, pulling off your nightgown and tossing it aside, which leaves you completely naked like the doll is.
"I didn't even kiss you. Not very romantic of me." you smirk as you throw your leg over Hyunjin, sitting in his lap, your wet folds pressed against his cock.
You lean in and press a kiss to his lips, and of course the doll doesn't kiss back but his lips move with your movement and it feels good as you grind on his hard length.
"Look at you. Letting me do all the work like all the rest of them." you scoff with a smirk and at that, the doll's cock twitches a little too hard against you, almost pushing inside you.
"Wow. Someone's excited." you stare at the doll's eyes but there is nothing in there to indicate that he was in fact listening to you.
"For how much you cost, I hope this is worth it." you shrug and grip the base of his cock, guiding it inside you.
Sitting down on his length has you gasping as he fills you up perfectly, like his cock was made exactly for your pussy to take.
Your grip the doll's shoulders and use it for what you intended to when you clicked on that purchase button.
No matter how turned on you are though, staring at Hyunjin's almost expressionless face proves to be a turn off so you lean forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you press your chest to his and continue bouncing on him.
Save for the fact that his hands lay limp on the side, his skin feels human and he feels kind of warm, like there was something inside the doll, warming it up.
"F-fuck." you whimper as the head of his cock brushes against the spongy spot inside you, it's like the more wet you get and the harder you fuck on him, his cock responds to you.
"R-right hand for activation." you repeat the instruction from the manual, as you blindly search for his right hand, sliding your fingertips on his wrist to his palm, your head leaned on his shoulder as you slowly gyrate your hips.
Your fingers interlace with his and it feels almost like Hyunjin grips your hand back, making you jump a little but before you can move away, his cock starts vibrating inside you.
"A-ah!" you moan loudly as your other arm curls around him, holding onto him while you fiddle with his fingers, your legs clamping around him as you start falling apart.
"G-gonna cum!" you whimper, burying your face in Hyunjin's neck and he smells so nice, feels so good as his cock keeps vibrating against your spot, bringing you to your high quickly.
The ecstasy you feel as the vibrations persist, prolonging your orgasm, overstimulating you while you ride the feeling makes you miss the single blink that Hyunjin's eyes make before returning to their original glassy and unmoving state.
"Too much." you whimper, squeezing his thumb and the vibrations stop.
You know that the left hand brings a happy end to the doll but you're not sure if you're done with it yet.
Leaning back to finally look at his face has you a little disappointed as you don't notice any kind of change on his face.
"Kinda wish you were real." you whisper, hugging the doll as you start bouncing on his hard cock again, bringing yourself easily to another orgasm.
You squeeze the doll's left hand after that, and feel spurts of warm cum shooting inside you as his cock twitches, the head bruising against your spot violently as he fills you up with copious amounts of the sticky substance.
You're pretty sure the neighbors can hear you moan as you cum again, the feeling of being filled up to the brim satisfies you and has your eyes rolling in the back of your head.
"Wow." you breathe hard, your cheek leaned on Hyunjin's shoulder as you grip his wrists while you come down.
You lean back to look at the doll again.
Were his lips slightly upturned before?
In the fogginess of your orgasms, you couldn't tell or think straight.
"Be right back." you slide off of him and make your way to the bathroom, taking a quick five minute shower before you grab a wet cloth to clean the doll up.
He sits how you left him, and you kneel between his legs to clean him up carefully.
His cock is not completely soft nor hard anymore, it's somewhere in the middle, but as you touch it gently, it seems to react and twitch again.
"You came already." you smirk and experimentally pinch the tip of Hyunjin's cock, but nothing happens except the member twitching again.
You stand up with a sigh, covering him with the blanket again before you leave for the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Just as you turn on the water to wash your mouth out, you hear something akin to a sigh coming from your living room.
You freeze, turning off the water and listening closely but you only hear the quiet buzz of the lamp above your mirror.
Maybe you were just imagining things.
You shake your head and finish your business before going back to Hyunjin.
"I'm too tired to dress you now, but boxers should be enough." you say and struggle to get him dressed, almost giving up during the process.
"I should just keep you naked in my bed to avoid the hassle." you say, lifting him up and carrying him to your bed.
"Cuddles, right? I do love me some cuddles too." you say with a tired smile as you adjust Hyunjin in your bed.
You join him under the covers and lean on your elbow as you lay sideways, staring down at him.
"How'd they make you look and feel so real?" your hand is on his cheek, and you trace his eyebrows, his nose and lips.
Fingertips travel to his ears, down to his neck and his chest.
"Don't come alive and scare me while I'm sleeping, Hyunjin." a shadow passes in his eyes as you say his name but you're too busy caressing his toned stomach to notice.
"Night." you kiss his lips before turning off the lamp and laying your head on his shoulder.
Somehow, you adjust his arms so that it seems like he's holding you and you throw your leg over his, your hand tracing patterns on his chest and side.
It was like hugging and kissing your pillow in high school, except this one took the shape of a human being.
With thoughts and questions about Hyunjin swimming in your head, you fall asleep quickly, not noticing how the doll's arms tighten around you ever so slightly.
Early in the morning as your alarm starts blaring loudly and annoyingly, you groan and stir, almost forgetting about Hyunjin being next to you.
"Oh!" you gasp. "Good morning, dolly." you say after turning the alarm off, as he stares at the ceiling.
"Sadly, I gotta go to work and leave you here alone. You better behave while I'm out." you lift a finger up menacingly, but there's a playful smile on your face.
"Man, I'm crazy." you shake your head before leaning in to leave a nice, wet smooch on Hyunjin's cheek.
"I'll come say bye before I leave."
And you do so, after eating breakfast and getting ready, you're back in your room.
"Should I put you in the living room so you can watch tv?"
The doll never answers.
"Maybe, yeah. You'll be bored lying in bed all day." you nod and carry Hyunjin to your couch.
You make him comfy, cover him with the blanket, card your fingers through his messy hair and then turn on the tv, leaving the remote in his lap.
"Gonna be late because of you." you sigh and lean down to place a kiss on the doll's lips.
"Be a good doll."
And with that you finally leave your apartment.
All day at work, you can't help but wonder if your Hyunjin doll somehow came alive, and for some reason you were looking forward to seeing him even if he didn't.
"What's got you so happy? Finally got laid?" your coworker chuckles as you stand in the office kitchen making yourself some coffee, you know she always gossips about you behind your back so you don't wanna give her the time of the day.
"Mind your business, Amanda." you answer quickly, turning to leave back to your office.
"Okay, you didn't then." she calls behind you with a giggle but you decide to ignore her.
"Fucking bitch." you mutter to yourself as you close the door.
The rest of the day goes by uneventfully and you can't wait to drive back home to Hyunjin.
"I'm home!" you yell out as soon as you step inside, hearing that the tv is still on, nothing out of the ordinary.
You make your way to your living room to find Hyunjin in the exact same position as you left him almost 9 hours ago, the remote still next to his right hand, the same channel you turned on this morning on the tv.
For some reason, your shoulders slump.
"Well, I guess you've been a good doll and took my warning literally." you shrug a little.
"Still, I want to reward you. As soon as I eat and take a nap that is." you add and go about your routine, eating lunch, taking a shower and of course changing into your comfy clothes, which at this time of the year consisted of an oversized t-shirt and panties.
"Let's take a nap together, dolly." you say to Hyunjin as you lift him up and move him to your bed again.
You lay him on his side, then mirror his position, taking his arm and wrapping it around your waist, the other comfortably under your neck.
Tracing patterns on his stomach and chest again, you start talking.
"Your life is so easy. From the couch to the bed, you don't even have to work or go anywhere. Meanwhile, I have to endure fucking Amanda every day at work. Do you have any idea how bitchy that woman is?", you talk as you cuddle your doll. "She has to know eeeeverything about eeeeeveryone. Soon, she'll crawl up my ass just to look at my insides."
You look at Hyunjin's face and for a moment it seems as if his eyes moved.
"Are you listening to me, perhaps?" you whisper, your hand on his cheek. "I know I'm probably crazy. But I'm glad I got you. Even though you're a bit creepy, you bring me comfort." you add, tucking your head into his neck.
"I'm gonna sleep now."
Slowly blinking your eyes awake, you feel warmness enveloping you that's not coming just from your blanket but from Hyunjin.
Quickly, you realize that somehow his thigh ended up pressed against your core, your leg thrown over him as you scooted closer to him in sleep.
"Oh." a little sound escapes your lips as you grind against his warm thigh, feeling wetness on your panties.
Before looking up at him, you press a kiss to his collarbone and it seems like his thigh moves against you once, making you jolt.
"Hey." you look up at him, but his eyes are unmoving as always.
You observe his face but the throbbing between your legs makes you grind against him again.
"F-feels good." you whimper, leaning in and kissing him, letting your tongue dart out and lick at the plump lips.
You feel his erection press against your other thigh, the one flush against him and you chuckle a little.
"Someone likes me a lot." you say, leaning back to look at him.
It looks like there's a small smile on his face that you swear wasn't there before.
"Hm." you squint your eyes as you stop your movements.
"Gotta try something." you declare after a moment of silence, lifting up and removing the blanket.
You push Hyunjin on his back, hooking your fingers in his boxers and pulling them off of him.
"Aw, you really do like me a lot." you smirk at the sight of the doll's cock, twitching and leaking again like it did yesterday.
"I'll give you some attention, you deserved it."
You spread his legs, adjusting them so you can kneel between his thighs and you lean down.
"I haven't done this in a while. You can't complain though." you chuckle a little as you grip his cock and let your tongue dart out, catching the sweet tasting precum with it.
You don't understand how he tastes so sweet, it's hard to put your finger on what exactly the taste is but it makes you want more so you swirl your tongue around his head, your moans muffled as you swallow the sweet liquid.
"Mm. Fuck you taste good." you whine and put your lips around him again, slowly taking more of him in as you bob your head up and down.
Sucking cock like that is not your favorite thing to do, sometimes it makes you feel uncomfortable but having Hyunjin be so still and so tasty has your arousal pooling on your panties and you keep wanting more.
You take as much as you can, coating his cock in your saliva, your tongue pressing along his vein as you fondle his balls has him twitching inside you.
You smirk and grip his left hand, spurts of hot cum hitting your throat and it tastes even sweeter than before as you whimper and swallow everything.
"Damn hot." you whine, quickly getting rid of your shirt and panties, before you take his now completely wet cock in your hand and start jerking him off to make him hard for you again.
It doesn't take long to excite the doll and you decide to turn your back to him and fuck on his cock like that so that you don't have to look into his lifeless eyes while pleasing yourself.
You sit on him and push his cock inside yourself, your warm cunt engulfing his entire length easily.
"Mm." you gyrate your hips as you close your eyes and enjoy teasing yourself, your wet pussy coating his navel and balls.
"God, you're perfect Hyunjin." you whine and start fucking on him.
In the deep throes of passion as you bounce on him, your nails digging into his thighs for support, your eyes closed in pure bliss, you don't notice anything.
You don't notice Hyunjin blinking, his lips opening to speak but nothing comes out.
He can't move no matter how hard he tries and once again his eyes go back to the glassy state they're always in.
"Gonna cum." you whine loudly, gripping his right hand and he starts vibrating inside you, pushing you over the edge and making you scream as you squirt all over him.
"Fuck." you whine as your eyes focus, noticing you have left red marks in his thighs.
"Oh. Did I hurt you?" you gasp, your fingertips gently running over the marks.
"Didn't mean to." you look back at him but he lays still.
His cock twitches inside you and you grip his left hand, making the doll fill you up as you slowly ride him.
You lift up slowly, his cum sliding down your inner thigh together with your release.
"Made a mess of you, dolly." you look at the state of him.
"Maybe a bath?" he doesn't answer but still you prepare a bath and place him in it, careful of the usb opening on his neck.
You get inside after him, settling between his legs and leaning your back on his chest.
"Why are you so warm, Hyunjin?" you caress his arm as you hold it, his other one thrown over your stomach.
Sighing, you lean on his shoulder and close your eyes, trying to relax in the warm water, as Hyunjin 'held' you.
You still couldn't understand how they made him, but you were willing not to think about that, as he brought you a kind of comfort you didn't expect, making you wanna indulge in that feeling for as long as you could.
It's been exactly two months since you've gotten your Hyunjin doll, and ever since then you've loved spending every day with him.
You talked to him like he was alive, you watched movies with him, you read him books, you slept next to him every single night, you brought him to the kitchen so he can watch you cook, you even took him on late night drives sometimes, feeling bad that he was locked up in the apartment all day.
Sometimes, you thought you saw a flicker in his eyes, a slight smile on his face, or his fingers twitching against his thighs.
Some nights, while you're half asleep, you could swear that he tightened his hold on you or his chest lifted up and down like he was breathing.
Some days, as you'd come home from work you found him in a slightly different position than you left him.
One time, you sat him next to the window so you could watch rain together, and when you came back from making some tea, there was a heart shape in the fog on the glass.
"Did you do this dolly?" you caress his hair and look at him closely but he doesn't react.
You sigh, tracing another heart next to the first one before you sit in his lap, bringing the warm cup to your lips and observing him.
You thought you were going crazy in the beginning but as time passed by, you were becoming sure that there was more to Hyunjin than you initially knew.
"Just say something if you can hear me. Or squeeze my hand." you try for the nth time as you sit on your couch with Hyunjin but nothing happens.
"Fine." you huff. "Maybe you want something first. What would you like? I bought you new clothes. Maybe you want something else like... like something to do with art? We can paint together, if you'd like."
Hyunjin doesn't answer.
Nevertheless, you bring your art supplies and a bottle of wine.
You make yourself comfortable on the floor, next to Hyunjin's legs as he sits on the couch.
You end up being the one painting and drinking, Hyunjin's eyes move to look down at you, the look in his eyes softens, unlike the glassy one he always has.
He wants to talk, he wants to lean over and caress your hair, he wants to taste the wine off of your lips and feel the paintbrush between his fingertips.
But he can't. His eyes become glassy again as your phone rings, jolting you out of your peaceful activity.
It's your mother.
The conversation starts as always and it escalates into a fight of when are you settling down, why aren't you married, why are you closing yourself off, why are you such a failure?
As soon as you hang up a sob escapes your lips and you fall into Hyunjin, seeking comfort as you wrap your limbs around him, your face buried in his neck and your hot tears sliding down from your cheeks to his shirt, soaking it up.
"No one would understand." you cry. "They'd say I'm crazy and maybe I am. But I don't give a fuck."
Your body trembles against Hyunjin as you hiccup and sniffle, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, your leg thrown over his thighs.
His body seems warmer than before and you squeeze him a little.
"Maybe I'm fucking crazy for loving a doll. But I love you Hyunjin." you sigh, closing your eyes as you lean against him.
His eyelids flutter a few times. He blinks.
A deep breath through his nose and you almost miss the way his chest moves up.
You place your hand on his chest, and feel it.
A heart beat slowly forming, at first almost too slow to be normal until it becomes steady and then speeds up.
He's breathing, his lips are dry as he licks at them, his hands clutch onto you and you scream.
You jump up quickly, your eyes wide as you look at him.
Hyunjin looks back up at you, his eyes wide and filled with fear and shock, mirroring yours.
He opens his mouth and a series of coughs escape his lips.
"Wh- How? Am I hallucinating?"
"Y- y/n." is the first thing he says, weakly and quietly as he reaches out for you.
You stay still as a statue, not sure what the hell is happening before your eyes.
"P-please, don't be scared." he begs as he tries to get up but his legs give out and he falls to the floor with a thud.
"Ugh." he whimpers, his hands grabbing at the coffee table.
You're slow to react to him falling from the shock of it all, making your way back to him cautiously.
"Did you hurt yourself?" you ask quietly.
"N-no, I don't think so." he says as he looks up at you.
"Who- who are you?" you don't know what else to ask, because the doll you used and played with was now a human with a heartbeat and he was looking at you, even knew your name.
"What do you mean? I'm- I'm Hyunjin, your romantic doll." he answers like it's the most normal thing ever.
"How are you alive? Why now all of a sudden? I don't get it." you say as he sits back on his legs.
"You... You love me. Your love brought me to life." he swallows, his cheeks rosy.
"Oh... There was nothing about this in the manual." The fucking manual. The doll's actual purpose. Everything you ever did to him. Embarassment washes over you and you feel absolutely mortified.
"Do you... did you hear me all this time? And um, see and feel what I was doing?"
"Y-yeah." he nods, his cheeks becoming even more red.
"Fucking hell." you whine, covering your face with your hands as you sit on the couch.
"Hey, it's okay. I- I was made for that." he says, his hand on your knee in an attempt to comfort you.
You peek at him through your fingers.
"And you were so nice to me. So... warm and loving. You made me feel so good. You never mistreated me even when you knew very well you could do whatever you want with me. I'm thankful for that. And I- I love you too, y/n." Hyunjin talks, his thumb gently caressing your skin.
"Are you programmed to say stuff like that? Are you a robot?"
He chuckles.
"I'm not programmed and I'm not a robot. Didn't you feel my heart beating?"
"I did but... I don't understand. How were you made?" you finally remove your hands from your face.
"I don't know. I wish I could answer your questions but I'm as clueless as you are. I just know I was conscious the whole time while I was with you but I couldn't speak or move. Like I was paralyzed. It was horrible. I tried giving you signs, I tried to talk multiple times but it's like something would hold me back, like there was a wall and I couldn't break through."
"That does sound horrible. I'm sorry if I ever did something you wouldn't agree to." you say quietly, your face burning in embarassment.
"No, no, I liked everything you did." he says with a sheepish smile, averting his eyes. "Wish I could reciprocate." he looks up at you through his lashes.
You're biting on your lip nervously, his hand reaches for you and you accidentally snatch yours away, not used to your doll talking to you and trying to touch you.
"A-are you gonna abandon me now?" he asks quietly as he eyes your hand.
"What?" you look back at him to see that his eyes are watery and you gasp. "No, of course not! I always wished you'd come to life. Didn't think it would actually happen so I'm still processing and hoping that I'm not dreaming."
"Oh, thank god." he exhales and you let him grab your hand. "I- uhm... I'm very hungry and thirsty. Could you help me with that?"
"Oh! Of course! I will make some dinner for us." you say and help him sit up on the couch, noticing that now he's heavier than he used to be.
"I guess I still need to get feeling in my legs and arms." he says as you bring him a glass of water.
"Mhm, probably you need to have blood pumping properly through your body. Don't worry." you pet his hair as he drinks and he looks at you.
"Here, you'll be warm like this." you wrap him up in your fluffy blanket and notice a change on the back of his neck.
"Oh!" you exclaim, your fingertips touching the skin there, making Hyunjin shiver a little.
"The usb opening is gone." you declare and he brings his hand to touch it, your fingertips grazing against each other.
"That's weird." he says absentmindedly.
"All of this is weird." you chuckle and he chuckles with you, making you look at him.
God, he's even more beautiful with a smile gracing his face, you think to yourself.
Without thinking your hands gently cup his cheeks.
"You're really alive." you whisper, your thumbs gently stroking his face, his eyes flutter as he pushes into your hands.
"I am. Does that make you happy?" he asks with a sparkle in his eyes.
"Very happy." you nod with a smile, leaning closer to him.
"Good. I want to make you happy. When you're happy, I'm happy too."
"Hyunjinnie." you whine against his lips and kiss him gently.
Having him kiss back as he clutches at your shirt is the sweetest thing ever, you think as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.
"Okay, I don't want you to starve now that you came to life." you lean back with a chuckle as he chases your lips.
"Yeah, please, I need food." he nods and you make your way to the kitchen, whipping up a quick dinner, checking constantly if he's okay.
You bring two plates as soon as you're done and Hyunjin's eyes seem to get bigger as soon as they land on the food.
"Be careful, it's still hot." you warn him.
"Okay." Hyunjin nods.
He eats happily, asking for more which you of course bring to him.
"Are you feeling better?" you ask when the two of you finish eating.
"Yes, much better. But I feel very tired now."
"You need sleep. Let's go to bed. Do you think you can walk now?"
"I think so." you grab his arm and help him become steady on his feet.
You lead him to the bathroom and he looks at you.
"Now that you're alive, you need to brush your teeth and wash up before bed."
"Right." he nods.
After a whole ordeal of getting ready, you finally plop down under the covers.
"Can I- Can I hold you?" Hyunjin asks sweetly and you chuckle, rolling your body into his.
"Of course."
"Always wanted to do that." his limbs wrap around you as he holds you tightly, your face buried in his chest.
"Good night, Hyunjin. Please be there when I wake up." you nuzzle into him, inhaling the familiar fresh and flowery scent of him.
"I promise I will. Good night, y/n."
It wasn't a dream.
Your eyes flutter open and Hyunjin smiles at you fondly, his hand gently caressing your cheek.
"Morning, dol- Hyunjin."
"You can call me dolly if that's what you like." he smirks and you chuckle.
"Eh, well you're human now. It feels like I'm degrading you." you gently touch his chest.
"I don't mind." he shifts and you feel his erection press against your thigh.
You gasp a little, your core throbbing with want.
"I'm sorry." his face is red instantly. "It's just- when you touch me... I can't help it."
"It's okay, Hyunjinnie." you slide your hand down to cup him through his boxers.
He whimpers, leaning into you, his eyes fluttering shut and you press your lips on his in a heated kiss.
His tongue licks at your lower lip and you let him in, eager to finally feel his kisses how you craved to.
Hyunjin kisses you messily and hungrily, grinding into your hand, grunting against your lips.
As soon as you slide off his boxers, automatically your hands lift up to push him on his back but he grabs your wrists gently to stop you.
"My sweet girl, let me take care of you how you deserve now that I'm able to." he rasps, his eyes hooded as he looks at you with lust.
"O-okay." you whisper and lay down on your back, letting Hyunjin slide your panties off as you pull off your shirt and toss it somewhere aside.
"I've spent so much time receiving. I want to give, my angel. My hands hurt when I couldn't touch you and make you feel good. That's all I want to do." he sounds desperate as his lips attach to your neck, leaving wet kisses on your skin, his hands roaming on your body and settling on your breasts.
"Mm, make me feel good, Jinnie." you whimper as he squeezes your breasts, massaging them and moaning against your skin like it was more pleasurable to him than to you.
He mumbles sweet praises as he leaves more kisses that lead to your nipple, his tongue darting out to swirl around it, making you arch into him.
His eyes are dark as he wraps his lips around it and starts sucking, his other hand sliding down to grip your inner thigh.
Fingertips ghost on your skin, both his hands now spreading your legs apart.
"Do you know how much I longed to taste your sweet nectar? Will you let me drink from you, my angel?" Hyunjin asks, his finger gently pressing into your clit, circling it.
"Yes, please, oh my god." you whimper, your hips lifting up into his touch.
He smirks, trailing kisses down to your core.
He stops for a moment to admire you and you don't even have time to feel self-conscious as he spreads your pussy lips apart and leans in to stick his tongue inside you.
"F-fuck!" you jolt as he starts moving it before he leans back a little and licks at your sensitive clit.
"Taste even sweeter than I imagined." he moans, his lips wrapping around your clit as he sucks on it, his thumbs gently caressing your pussy lips.
"H-H-Hyunjin!" you whimper as he sucks harder, your hips lifting up in pleasure.
"Could be here for hours. Eating this sweet pussy out." he moans, pushing his tongue inside you again, this time fucking you faster, his nose giving the perfect pressure on your sensitive nub and driving you crazy.
Your hand grips his hair, pushing him more into you as he skilfully moves his tongue, his lips pressing into your lower ones as he makes out with you.
Your orgasm washes over you quickly, coating Hyunjin's face and he laps it all up greedily, his eyes shut as he whimpers into you, sending vibrations right into your core.
You feel crazy with desire the more he continues eating you out like a man starved and you have to grip his hair and pull him away after he gives you two more orgasms.
"H-Hyune, please, I need your cock." you whimper, feeling like you're falling apart.
He licks at his red lips, his eyes crazed with lust he feels for you.
"Anything my angel needs." his voice is husky as he leans over you, the tip of his cock pressed against your wet, messy cunt.
He pushes in with ease, after all, you've been fucking on him for the last two months, your pussy was used to the stretch.
"Mm, Hyunjin!" that doesn't make it feel less pleasurable when he fills you up, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.
"Move, please." you whimper, already feeling out of it.
Hyunjin grips your thighs and starts fucking you at a steady pace, his cock dragging against your walls deliciously, sliding easily through your wetness.
"Feel so good. So warm. Just for me." he whimpers, his eyes fluttering shut before they open again and look down where his cock disappears inside you.
"Just for you, Jinnie." you moan and he looks up at you, a smile on his face.
He leans closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and in turn you wrap yours around his shoulders, bringing your bodies flush together as he buries himself deep inside your heat.
He ruts into you desperately, your lips meeting in messy kisses, spit dribbles down your chin and he licks at it, kissing your jaw and your neck wetly.
"P-please tell me you love me." he whimpers in your ear, holding you tightly as he fucks you harder, only taking a little bit of his length out and shoving it back in with force that has your mind spinning.
"I love you, Hyunjin. I love you. So much." you cry happy tears, making him cry too as you clutch onto each other.
"My angel, I love you more than anything." he says as he kisses you, his tongue playing with yours.
He brings you to another orgasm, his fingers on your nipples, pinching and pulling as he keeps rutting into you desperately.
"C-can I cum?" he whimpers, his hands gripping desperately at your waist.
"Yeah." you nod quickly and he gives you his left hand to squeeze and as your fingers entwine, he cums, filling you up endlessly, more than when he was just doll and you whimper as your legs clamp around him, lifting your middle into him and cumming with him again.
Both of you breathe hard as he stays inside you for a moment, before pulling out and watching his cum drip out of you.
"D-do I still have to squeeze your left hand for you to cum?" you chuckle a little.
"No, just... force of habit, I guess." he says sheepishly like he didn't just fuck your brains out.
"What about the vibrations?"
"You really liked that, didn't you?" he smirks, his hand sliding up your thigh tentatively, before his fingers slide between your folds, playing with the wetness.
"Shut up." you say embarassingly, swatting his hand away.
"Don't worry, I can vibrate if you want." he bites on his lip as he looks at you.
"I'm too sensitive now." you whisper and he chuckles.
"I know. Usually you don't go above four, five orgasms in one sitting. Maybe six if you're extra horny."
"It's embarassing to me that you know this in such detail." your face becomes red as Hyunjin chuckles, shaking his head.
"Nothing you should be embarassed about. I'm happy to please you." he says and leans down to kiss you gently.
You pull him into your embrace, hoping that from now on, he stays human, and keeps loving you because in this moment you can't imagine your life without Hyunjin in it.
"Thank you for letting me use your painting supplies." Hyunjin smiles up at you as he sits on the floor of your living room, like you always did when you painted.
"Don't thank me, Jinnie. What's mine is yours." you smile as you sit next to him and lean in closer.
"Let me see." you say as he looks down sheepishly.
He pushes the sketchbook towards you and you gasp.
"Hyunjin, this is amazing! How did you manage to paint so well?! And you painted me! That's so sweet."
"I- I don't know. As I started, it's like I got déjà vu, like I already did this before and many times so."
"Really? That's peculiar." you say.
"Maybe we should call the company I got you from." you add, tapping your chin.
"P-please don't!" Hyunjin panics, gripping at your thigh. "I'm scared. I don't know why but when I try to think of that place, it feels bad. Please don't call them. I don't want them to take me away from you."
"Hey, hey, it's okay. No one will take you away from me. I won't call them." you quickly grab his face to calm him down.
"You promise?" his pupils shake as he looks at you.
"I promise." you nod and kiss him sweetly to let him know he can trust you.
Hyunjin visibly relaxes with your touch, wrapping his arms around you and tucking his face in your neck.
"Um... could we go outside? We only ever went on night drives which is understandable but now that I can walk and stuff, we could go out on real dates and maybe visit museums?" he looks up at you with a smile.
"Of course! Anywhere you want to go." you smile back at him, and he leans up to kiss you.
For the next several weeks, you take Hyunjin everywhere.
To the park, the movies, museums, to a club, to different restaurants, to a mall, anything that comes to your mind, the two of you decide to visit, even going to a little town nearby for a day trip.
You don't remember the last time you were this happy and had someone next to you who made everything look so easy and sweet.
Hyunjin had taken an interest in capturing all the pretty moments so you got him a camera, deciding to surprise him for your 6 month anniversary.
As you came home from work, you called out to him but there was no answer.
"Jinnie? Are you sleeping?" you pushed the bedroom door open but the bed was vacant.
A heavy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach as you searched your entire apartment and couldn't find him.
Frantically, you looked for him again, knowing that he didn't suddenly become Barbie sized and hid somewhere.
He was gone.
You ran out of your apartment to knock on your neighbor's door.
"Tony! Did you see Hyunjin today maybe?" you asked him as soon as he opened the door.
"No, I didn't, sorry." he shook his head.
You didn't know what to do so you went back to your apartment and burst into tears.
Hyunjin didn't have a phone you could contact him with as he never had the need to use one so you had no way of reaching him.
All you could do was sit and wait, biting your nails as every single scenario runs through your mind.
He will come back, you reassure yourself as you fall asleep from exhaustion.
And he does, around 10pm the door clicks open and you jolt up from your nap on the couch.
"Hyunjin?" you say into the dark space and he turns on the light, standing in the middle of your living room with two gift bags in his hand and an apologetic look on his face.
"Oh my god, Hyunjin!" you jump to your feet, running to him and throwing your arms around him, squeezing him tightly and almost knocking him down as the bags fall out of his hands and he wraps his arms around your waist.
"I'm so sorry, y/n. I should've left you a note. I-I went out to get a gift for our anniversary tommorow."
"Please, don't ever disappear like that again. Do you have any idea how scared I was?" you cry and Hyunjin gasps, his hands on your face as he wipes away your tears.
"I'm really sorry. I will never ever do something like this again." his eyes water too.
"I should get you a phone." you shake your head. "Hey, how did you even manage to buy a gift? You don't have any money." you chuckle, wiping at your cheeks.
"I went to the park and painted portraits of people for money, then got the gift."
"Oh, Jinnie, you sweet fool. Just don't give me any more scares."
"I promise I won't." he nods and your lips seal in a kiss.
Despite having so many options to choose from now, Hyunjin and you decide to have a nice dinner at home for your anniversary, where it all started.
You even took out the most expensive plates and silverware you owned, adding some candles to create a more intimate atmosphere, some light romantic music playing in the background.
"Y/n, I um- got you something I'd like to see you wear tonight for me."
"Oh, you did?" you smirk. "Show it to me."
Hyunjin grabs one of the gift bags and reaches it to you with an excited smile.
You chuckle and peek inside, seeing that he got you black and red lacy lingerie as well as a dress.
"Do you like it?" he asks.
"Very much so." you take out the dress and touch the silky material. "This dress is very revealing." you notice the opened back and the deep neck line that would definitely almost make your breasts fall out.
"I was counting on the fact that we celebrate here because you in that dress is for my eyes only." his eyes darken suddenly.
"Oh yeah? Let me get ready for our dinner then." you chuckle and make your way to the bathroom.
Hyunjin decides to wear the clothes he arrived in, since those were the only fancy clothing items he owned, and he thought it was kind of symbolic to put them on tonight.
You walk into your bedroom to find Hyunjin dressed and staring at the big box he was packed in, one you still didn't get rid of.
"Jinnie?" you call out as he seems to be deep in thought.
"You kept the box." he says, still looking at it.
"I did. I had no idea what I was getting into so I left it just in case. I was gonna throw it out, it's just really heavy." you explain, making your way to him.
"When you arrived, two men had to carry the box in, and somehow the box seemed heavier than you. I barely managed to get it into the closet. Had to push it and stuff. Sorry I didn't have the chance to get rid of it."
"It's okay, y/n. You don't have to apologize." he smiles as he turns towards you.
"Oh." a gasp leaves his lips as he sees you all dressed up for him.
"You like?" you smirk, winking at him.
"Mhm." he nods quickly. "You look stunning, my angel."
"Thank you, Jinnie. You look handsome."
His cheeks seem to become more red with the praise as he mutters, his eyes darting left and right.
You enjoy your dinner together, romantic music playing in the background, the tv mute, left on just from the habit of it.
After you finish eating, you migrate to the couch to cuddle and drink wine, some stupid show playing on the screen and the two of you jokingly read from the character's lips, making up nonsensical conversations and laughing.
After some time and some more wine, Hyunjin becomes even more handsy than usual, grabbing at your thighs, sliding his hands on the silky material of the dress.
You melt into him, kissing him as your arms wrap around his shoulders, your tongues languidly massaging each other as your core throbs with need.
Hyunjin caresses you gently, his hands worshipping you, sliding down your throat, to your collarbone, to the swell of your breasts, down to your stomach and waist, landing on your hips.
His lips attach to your neck as he leaves wet kisses on your skin, licking at it and sinking his teeth in.
"Mm." you moan, playing with his hair as he kisses your collarbone and the flesh of your breast, leaving another love bite on the soft skin.
His hands travel under your dress, roaming around on your legs and your eyes open, landing on the tv, making you gasp.
"Hyunjin, that's you!" you jolt, pointing at the screen.
"Huh?" he mumbles, already drunk on you.
You quickly grab the remote and turn on the sound.
"...seemingly the dolls have some kind of malfunction that the company does not wish to reveal to the public. All eight of the purchased dolls are required to be returned and the buyers will get their money back, guaranteed. The customers will be contacted accordingly..."
"M-my friends. I vaguely remember them." Hyunjin breathes quickly, you can see that he's getting upset quickly. "They wanna take me away from you."
"I won't let them." you quickly shake your head.
"What are we gonna do?" he asks, clenching his fists and you gently grab his hands, trying to soothe him.
"We're gonna... leave."
"Leave?"
"Yeah, I have a house my aunt left me up in the mountains. I don't think they can find us there. For now, until we think of where to go next." you start planning immediately.
There was no way you would let anyone take Hyunjin away from you.
"But, what about your job? And your things?" Hyunjin bites on his lip.
"I don't care. All I care about right now is making sure you're safe." you smile at him, your hand coming up to caress his cheek.
Hyunjin smiles, leaning into your touch and wrapping his arms around you.
"Thank you." he whispers into your hair.
You get a call from an unknown number the next day, but one quick google search tells you it's the company Hyunjin came from.
You packed one bag of a few essential things you'd need, leaving most of your belongings behind.
"Y/n! There's a black van posted outside. It's been there for hours. They're looking at the building right now." Hyunjin announces and you make your way to the window, half hiding behind him.
"We need to use the fire exit." you declare and Hyunjin nods as he turns to you.
"I won't let them take you. I promise." you hold his hands.
"I trust you, my angel." he smiles and you kiss him gently before the two of you exit the building, quickly entering your car.
You step on the gas, and reach out to hold Hyunjin's hand in yours.
As you speed off into the sunset, hoping for a better tomorrow, a black van rounds the corner, following you from afar...
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a love song for lady earth | s.r.
in which reader has her first experience with munch!spencer
margotober masterlist
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: oral (fem receiving), munch!spencer, a little bit of overstim, d/s dynamics if you spin in circles and then squint, pwp, cumming untouched, fingering, dirty talk, a little praise word count: 2.16k a/n: this one goes out to everyone who's ever gotten shitty head from shitty guys. also to people who like their men a little pathetic.
âWhat are you doing?â Your voice comes out higher than you anticipated. The slight panic in your tone sets your boyfriend on high alert, his eyebrows rising in curiosity as he hovers over you.
Spencer pulls himself up until you meet his eyes, concern and lust fusing together to create nothing short of confusion. He studies your expression, investigating your interruption with the kind of delicacy that he always has when approaching intimacy, âBaby,â he starts, âHave you ever received oral sex before?â
Your lips part in surprise, wondering why thatâs the conclusion he comes to, âI have,â you respond hesitantly. âI justââ you falter, âYou donât have to.â
His confusion deepens, âI donât have to what?â
âYou donât have to give me head,â you answer timidly, âBecause itâs notâ you just donât have to.â
Languidly, Spencer drags his fingertips up and down your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. âItâs not what? Now you have to tell me.â
You groan in frustration, looking up at the ceiling fan while you search for words that wonât set your cheeks ablaze, âI donât like it, and I know guys donât like it. So, you just⊠we can skip that part.â
âJust out of curiosity, what about it donât you like?â Spencer asks, sitting up fully between your legs, one hand resting on your knee, keeping your legs parted.
Looking down at him, you chew on the inside of your lip, knowing you have his undivided attention when you speak up, âI just donât get any pleasure out of a guy trying to French with my vagina while I fake moan.â
âAh,â Spencer breathes, âSo, youâve never received good oral sex before,â he amends his previous question.
Propping yourself up on your hands, you raise your eyebrows doubtfully, âIâm not entirely convinced there is such a thing, and will you please stop calling it oral sex? It sounds so clinical.â
He crawls over to you, putting his face right in front of yours, âDo you trust me?â
You frown, âOf course I do, what does that have to do with any of this?â
âWould you be willing to let me go down on you?â The earnestness in his tone catches you by surprise. If you didnât know any better, youâd think he wants to eat you out.
Humming affectionately, you tilt your head at him, âDo you really want to? I always thought guys hated doing it.â
Spencer raises his eyebrows, âThen I guess that demographic doesnât apply to me.â
âOh,â you breathe, âYou can⊠We can try,â you offer. Nerves twist in your lower belly as his eyes widen ever so slightly, your eyes fall shut as he leans his head forward, pressing his lips to yours while his hand starts to pull at the waistband of your panties.
Your boyfriendâs lips are almost unfairly soft against your own as his hands continue to undress you, pushing your t-shirt up around your waist and pulling down your underwear to the middle of your thighs. Pressing his forehead against yours, Spencer pulls away ever so slightly, âYou can always tell me if you want me to stop, alright?â
Nodding, you canât help but be curious about his plan. You find yourself questioning every partner youâve had in the past, or maybe Spencer just has a special talent with his mouthâhe certainly was good at running it. âYes,â you say, kissing him again before he moves his head down.
âThank you,â he mutters, bringing his head back down to where it was before youâd stopped him. Spencer lazily drags your panties down your legs, flinging them across the room to be found later before dropping his head between your knees, littering small, slow kisses along the insides of your thighs. âPretty girl,â he hums, inspecting your glistening sex with peaked interest.
Your cunt clenches around nothing at his words, earning a chuckle from Spencer as he set on top of your mound, pulling the skin taut before blowing cool air on you. You jump in response, looking down at where heâs smirking from between your legs. Admittedly, youâd never felt so dizzy at the prospect of having a man go down on you, he just looks so pretty.
He hums absentmindedly, âJust making sure youâre paying attention,â he teases.
There could be an air raid siren going off and youâd still be too focused on him to take cover. His movements are calculated as he exposes your clit to the air, leaning his head down and pressing his tongue flat against your folds, licking a stripe before readjusting himself on the bed.
A constellation of feather-light kisses is left everywhere, your inner thighs, up toward your hip boneâeverywhere except where you really need him. Your clit aches with need as he continues to tease you, the pad of his thumb skimming ever so slightly over the sensitive bud, relieving only a fraction of the pressure thatâs building up. âSpence,â you breathe.
âAre you enjoying this?â He asks, lifting his head up and looking at you curiously.
You nod once, âAre you?â You challenge.
His head drops again, and your breath hitches when he answers, âImmensely.â
Spencer continues but doesnât move on, studying your anatomy so intently that it only serves to turn you on even more. His hand ghosts over your folds, running a finger over your slit and chuckling when your hips buck up in response to the stimulation.
He couldâve gotten you to beg, had that been his goal, you wouldâve babbled please so incessantly that the word no longer held any meaning, but that wasnât what Spencer wanted. He wanted you to enjoy receiving pleasure in a way that no man had ever wanted before.
âYouâre just so fucking perfect,â he murmurs, watching you intently.
Before you had a chance to reply, his mouth was on you again, his tongue deftly slipping between your folds and poking at your entrance. Other than working you up, you didnât feel any different than you had previously. You give a gentle hum of encouragementâat least he tried, and at least youâd be wet enough for sex.
Spencer curls his tongue, dragging your slick up to your clit, and thatâs where he finally got you. His tongue pressed firmly against the bundle of nerves as you squirm beneath him, your body moving faster than your brain as your hips move away from his mouth, âShh,â Spencer coos, âItâs okay, baby. I know itâs a lot. Iâve got you.â
Taking a deep shuddering breath, you nod. You open your mouth to form a reply, but the only thing that comes out is a breathy sigh.
Carefully, Spencer moves your legs, placing your thighs on top of his shoulders, giving you one more glance before diving back in, kitten-licking your clit while you try to catch your breath.
âSpence,â you cry, feeling an orgasm that you previously hadnât thought was possible building in your lower belly. A swarm of nerves and aches of pleasure thrumming through your body like electricity.
He readjusts, lifting his head more so that his lips can wrap around the sensitive nub, his mouth gently suckling on it.
At a loss for what to do with your hand, they find their way down to his head, weaving your fingers through his hair as his ministrations drive you closer and closer to an orgasm. Tugging at the soft curls earns a groan from him, the vibrations on your clit causing you to cry out, âOh my god.â
He drops one of your legs, moving his hand up to grab one of yours before you cum, squeezing his hand as he gently nips at your clit, further encouraging your orgasm.
âIâmâ ah, please,â you babble nervously, inhaling sharply as your orgasm washes over you, cunt clenching around nothing as Spencerâs mouth continues working at you, licking softly as your back arches off of the bed, sweat causing the sheets to stick to your skin.
Your thighs are trembling by the time Spencer comes back up, his mouth shining with your arousal as he breathes as heavily as you. His hand cups your sensitive sex when he leans forward, leaning in to kiss your lips.
The taste of yourself on his lips doesnât even cross your mind as you cup the back of his head and pull his mouth to yours. The tang of your own cunt on your tongue draws a moan from the back of your throat, and you jump when one of Spencerâs fingers gently teases your interest, the sensitivity from your previous orgasm making your head spin.
âCan I go back?â Spencer asks, looking down at his hand briefly before returning to your eyes for permission.
Your mouth gapes, âYou want more?â
He groans in response, âAngel, Iâd spend all day between your thighs if youâd let me.â
Your stomach flips, mourning the fact that you had plans in the afternoon, âI might just take you up on that someday.â
Lifting your body from the pillows, Spencer tugs your t-shirt the rest of the way off your body, leaving you fully nude in front of him, âFuck,â he groans, gently guiding your back to the mattress as he attaches his lips to your neck, leaving your fingers clawing at his back.
His head moves lower, nipping and sucking at your collarbones, leaving light marks as he makes his way down to your chest. His lips scatter kisses all along your breasts as he moves down, down, down. Right until heâs right where you want him, and right where he wants to be. âOh,â you whimper, taking in a shaky breath while he tentatively presses his index finger into your wet hole.
âPoor baby,â Spencer coos at your sensitivity, âYouâre doing so well, letting me fuck you with my mouth. All you needed was someone to suck your clit.â
You sigh dazedly in response, every thought in your mind evacuating as his mouth drops to your pussy again, languidly lapping at your cunt while his finger eases into you, âYouâre so good at this.â
He hums against you in response, the vibrations causing your body to shudder and your hands to return to their home in his hair. The feeling of his mouth gently sucking on that little bundle of nerves and his finger starting to thrust makes your walls clench.
A strangled moan escapes your mouth when he adds a second finger, his second and third fingers driving into you with a steady rhythm as his tongue flicks your clit in calculated movements. The recognition of your impending orgasm hits you, ââm close,â you breathe, gasping as his movements donât relent, tears prick at your eyes as you chase that high.
Spencer pushes your legs further apart with his spare hand, keeping your thighs from closing around his head as he moans against your cunt. You pull on his hair, eliciting another groan from him that sends you hurtling into your second orgasm, crying out his name like a prayer as he tapers off his ministrations.
His hand slows first, gently working you through your orgasm as his tongue laps at your clit, gentle movements soothing the hypersensitive spot as you catch your breath, tears trickling down your cheeks as you smooth out the hair on his head. He pulls away from you, releasing your trembling thighs and letting them fall around him as he tiredly rests his head on your abdomen. âSpence,â you whisper, combing your fingers through his hair, causing him to rest his chin on you, meeting your eyes as he wipes your slick from his mouth.
He hums a response, âMy love,â he murmurs, eyes closing as he enjoys the feeling of you playing with his hair.
You chew on the inside of your lip nervously, âDo⊠do you need me?â Your question was tentative, unsure if he wants you to reciprocate.
âUh,â he says, equally as unsure, âThatâs not necessary.â
You raise your eyebrows, âItâs not like I feel inclined to, but Iâd like to⊠to return the favor.â
Spencer shakes his head, âNo, I mean Iâm taken care of. I alreadyâŠâ his voice trails off, leaving you to fill in the blanks.
âOh,â you breathe, âOh.â Your hand comes up to cover your mouth, hiding your smile, âWell Iâm glad you enjoyed yourself.â Desperately. You were trying desperately not to laugh at the prospect of your boyfriend cumming in his briefs.
He rolls his eyes in response, clearly unbothered. He seems almost proud, and you suppose itâs not often that a man finishes from giving head. âSo,â he starts, moving his hand and using his fingertips to draw stars across your bare skin, âDid you enjoy it?â
You huff in response, the answer is obvious, but he just wants the victory of knowing heâs changed your mind. Who are you to refuse him of that? âImmensely,â you answer.
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Amity parkers are feral and insane
-Gothamites.
Somehow, someway, Casper high finds their selves in Gotham.
It could be a field trip or a ghost shoved them in a portal, doesn't matter, they're in Gotham.
As they arrive in Gotham, the Casper teachers decide to turn this into something educational and hire a tour guide from Gotham Academy (or was it Gotham university? I forgot) GA agrees and also Sends some of their students to partner up with the amity parkers as a sort "buddy" and to hopefully teacher em the ways of surviving in Gotham.
To the gothamites, the amity parkers look like children who have never been exposed to crime in their life, never been mugged, never been been kidnapped.
But the truth is, compared to the BS amity is used to, Gothams issues are like kindergarten.
First thing the tour guide hears when she greets Casper high Mr lancer telling them to, "Please don't walk into danger, please don't try and provoke the joker, I know he's a bitch but still. If you find yourself in a tricky situation, do not hesitate to punch yourself to freedom, but ABSOLUTELY NO CRITICAL HITs these are NORMAL people they're not like us or the ghosts, they will not survive. Please do not give phantom problems, He's already failing in class he doesn't need more problems"
Its important to keep in mind that:
amity parkers and ghosts are buddies now.
The Ambient ectoplasm gave them a form of super strength, also making it so that they are able to touch ghost.
They join the ghost brawls everyone in a while and has some wins.
Most, if not all are liminal in a way.
Everyone knows that Danny is phantom but have signed an NDA that says they aren't allowed to tell anyone who isn't a native amity parker who he is.
Things is, The gothamites don't know about this and take it as if Mr lancer and the students are underestimating Gotham. So as a from of pettiness, all the Gotham students decided to bring their amity partner to the most dangerous places they can think of.
Niky has lead sam into a park that poison ivy frequents. Of course, poison ivy is there but instead of running away in fear like niky expected, Sam runs up to ivy, complements her and joins the path of eco terrorism.
Tucker and his partner Vic finds himself in the middle of a riddler attack, locked in a room with no way out, a countdown timer with 20 secs remaining and a riddle in a computer.
Vic is panicking as he tries to figure it out, he looked to tucker for help. Tucker just shrugged and hacked the computer, not even bothering to solve the riddle. It worked and Vic is baffled and the riddler is frustrated.
Danny find himself in the hands of the joker, (his partner ran the moment joker was seen) hanging upside down on top of a large pool of acid, because, it's classic for joker. He is also being live streamed.
The teachers in GA are panicking, the bats are panicking.
Casper high teacher took one look at the stream and shrugged. "Eh, he'll be fine." They also called the number that joker has displayed on the screen, just to say, "Daniel Fenton, make sure your back before in GA 6 pm or else were leaving you to find the hotel on your own."
The time is 5:30 pm.
It takes 25 minutes to walk from Joker to GA.
Danny sighs, might as well start walking.
He uses intangibility to free himself and fall into the vat of acid.
The Gothamites are shocked and screaming, the bats are shocked. Amity parkes went "oh" and continued placing bets on how fast Danny will get back.
Danny then proceeds to swim out of the acid pool, punch the joker in the face, knocking him out in a single hit and then proceeds to casually squeeze out the acid from his Casper high "I am a proud amitian" shirt as if it's regular water.
All of this was done in 5 minutes.
All of this was caught on stream.
The Gothamites are passed out, the bats are questioning everything. Batman is searching up everything he can about acid side effects and about Danny but ends up with nothing.
The amity parkers just raised their bets even further.
Danny somehow makes it back 10 minutes late and Wes wins the bet.
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âyou can use my skin to bury secrets inâ | 6.8k
old man!logan x f!reader
SUMMARY: Saliva floods his mouth as you rise to your feet, looking down at him from above. Gracefully angelic, and yetâ âI know what Iâm asking for,â you continue, your voice descending to a low murmur that scratches pleasantly against some dark and remote corner of his brain. Then you lower yourself onto his lap, your thighs bracketing his waist. You repeat your question: âCan I help you?â OR Logan had always known your generosity would get him in trouble. WARNINGS/TAGS: mdni smut 18+ cursing. drinking. pining. mentions of alcohol. dirty talk. age gap (reader's in her late 20s). loganâs POV. angst/self-deprecation (he just needs a little loving). religious imagery. feelings. petnames. chauffeur!logan. oral sex (m receiving, tiny bit of f receiving). sort of dom!logan. doggy style. unprotected p in v. creampie. A/N: i could say i'm sorry for this, but i'm not. love love love this old man (#needthat). heavily inspired by the song "i know" by fiona apple. @lubdubology my partner in crime who keeps putting up with me, tysm!!! hope you all enjoy it <3
The line between being a good and bad person is thin. So thin, in fact, that Logan finds himself stepping back and forth across it constantly.
Rescuing a kitten from a tree? Good.
Punching a guy at a bar because he didnât feel like being acknowledged? Bad.
Saving countless lives from mass destruction? Goodâheroic, even.
But killing others to do it? Badâcondemnable, scum of the earth.
Where does that leave him? Which side has laid claim to his soul? Heâs long accepted heâll never see the pearly gates.
When the day comes that his body can no longer take it, and he only grows wearier, heâs pretty sure thereâs a special place in hell with his name on it, etched in some grave awaiting to be filled.
Maybe Satanâs already counting down the days until he shows up at his door, who knows?
Yet, the more time passes by, the less afraid he is of what lies beneath the surface. Heâs learned to coexist with the darkness, with the kind of pain and loneliness that would crush most men.
He doesnât know how, but he survives itâthe agony, the memories, the solitude that hits him from time to time.
And still, he doesn't lose himself entirely. Heâs tempted, of course, to linger in the pastâitâs always easier to drown there.
If he could go back, he knows he wouldnât be alone in choosing that path. Some days, it feels like the only option.
But thereâs no you in his past.
Logan inhales sharply when your tongue teases his slit, lapping at the precum pooling there. You hum at the taste, your hand resting on his bare thigh, fingers pressing into his skin. Your other hand lazily strokes the length of him, working the inches your mouth canât take.
Itâs clear youâre enjoying this. He can tell from the way your lashes flutter each time he thrusts a little deeper into your slick warmth. A win-win situation.
Letting a girl like you do this to him? Thatâs bad. Very bad. Red flags all around.
He meets you when he least expects it.
Itâs a night like any other. Heâs been driving for God knows how long. His joints ache from being in the same position for hours, and a part of his left knee he didnât even know could hurt begins to throb.
It takes everything in him not to call it quits for the night, not to turn around and head home like a coward.
When exactly his life fell into this monotonous cycle, heâs not entirely sure, but it happened somewhere along the way. Now, itâs all the same: taking care of Charles during the day, catching an hour or two of sleep, then gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, driving through endless stretches of road, resisting any attempts at small talk from the passengers he chauffeurs around.
They all tryâevery single one of them. They think if they can crack his harsh and bitter exterior, heâll open up, reveal something, anything to make their eyes go wide.
But why? Why do they insist on breaking through his shell? What do they hope to discover?
No one really cares whatâs going on in his mind. They just want to feel good about themselvesâlike theyâve been kind, amiable, empaths intending to fill some empty and obscure corner of their own lives.
Logan refuses to be the person who grants them that satisfaction.
You slip into the backseat of his limo, closing the door with a soft click. The night clings to you, the scent of the bar still lingering on your clothes. The music is loud enough for him to hear from outside, and he sees the people lined up at the door, willing to cause a fight if it means securing a good time.
There's a slight frown tugging at your features, your lips pulled downward, though your voice is still polite when you blurt out your address.
Five minutes into the drive and you havenât said a word. Internally, heâs savoring the silence, so happy he could jump on one foot.
This kind of peace is rare. Heâd grown unaccustomed to it. The tension in his shoulders eases as the city lights blur past.
But, all good things come to an end, becauseâ
âHowâs your night going?â you ask, fiddling with the seatbelt to have something between your fingers. Logan glances at you through the mirror, his eyes catching yours just for a moment, long enough to see the faint, apologetic smile you offer him. He allows himself a heartbeat more to take you in before focusing back on the road.
You click your tongue, a soft sound of disapproval ringing in his ears. âWell, thank you.â
He lets out a quiet huff, grinding his teeth together. âIâd prefer if we stayed like we were before,â he mutters, his voice rough and gravelly. His attention flickers between the passing cars and the occasional glimpses of you that startle him every time he searches for the mirror. Cars. You. Cars. You. You. You. âYâknow, not talking.â
âBut thatâs no fun at all,â you retort, sliding more to your left, nearly positioning yourself in the middle of the backseat. It gives him a better view of youâwhether intentional or not, he canât say.
The lipstick on your lips is still flawless. A sparkly necklace glints just above the neckline of your dress, and matching earrings dangle from your ears. Wrapped in a leather jacket, you look effortlessly alluring.
This entire sequence is enough to confirm that by no means is he going to heaven. Straight to hell, he thinks, allowing his gaze to trace over each detail of your frame. Straight to hell.
You donât give up. âYour aura is off.â
That prompts a crooked smirk from him, a shake of his head as he mumbles under his breath: âMâsorry, my whatâs off?â
âYour aura,â you clarify, motioning toward him with a light jingle from the many bracelets adorning your wrist. âItâs the energy that surrounds you.â
Logan snorts, amused for a brief second. âWell, you werenât exactly a beacon of life when you got in either.â
You chuckle softly, leaning back against the seat and looking out the window. âIâm much better now.â A pause before you continue, your tone shifting, losing strength. âMy date stood me up. Last-minute cancellation.â
Itâs not anger, nor is it disappointment, that laces your words. You seem more resigned than anything else. Heâd have expected you to sound at least a bit more conflicted.
âI shouldâve seen it coming. Heâd been asking to move it forward for a while.â
Does he look like the type of driver who doubles as a therapist? He wishes he could understand why you're telling him all this.
âThat sucks,â he still responds, because even though he hasnât gone out with a woman in what feels like centuries, he understands that sensation all too well. âFirst time meeting him?â
Listen up, everyoneâheâs genuinely engaging in conversation with another soul. This doesnât happen often.
He hears you hum, eyes still trained on the outside world. You sigh, crossing your arms over your torso. âWould you mind rolling your window up? Iâm kind of freezing here.â
âIâd mind that very much,â he says, his voice carrying its usual gruff edge. He fights the urge to grin, but then you unbuckle your seatbelt, leaning in closer to him. Your body is wedged between his seat and the passengerâs, and he perceives your stare boring into his side profile. âPut your seatbelt back on.âÂ
âYouâre fucking with me.â Your finger taps his shoulder once, twice. âFirst, I get all dolled up for an idiot who bails on me, and now you have the nerve to make fun of me? Give me a break.â
Your eyes stay on him, a smile plastered on your face, anticipating any possible answer.
Crack, crack, crackâyou intend to break through his shell, watching him from the front row, waiting for the moment it gives way.
Before you can say more, he cuts you off. âSeatbelt.â
Itâs a command, an instruction, and you comply without hesitation.
Warmth pools and stirs low in his gut as he notes how quickly you obey him.Â
Would you still look at him like that if you knew the blood heâs scrubbed off his hands? The flesh that his claws have shredded? The names of the lives heâs taken?
Would your warm gaze turn cold, filled with dread instead of curiosity?
Maybe this is hell. Are you the Devil in disguise, tempting him to cross a line he wonât be able to come back from?
A few minutes later, he pulls up to your building. A really nice one, he notes. You announce you live on the sixth floor. He doesnât need to know that, does he? Why would you tell him that? Why give that piece of information to a complete stranger?
You linger in the backseat, as though youâre expecting him to turn and look at you. And he does, though not for the reason you might expect. âYou got everything?â
Eager and full of life, you nod, clutching your purse to your chest. You avert your gaze to read his ID tag, the one that contains his personal details. âJames?â
âGlad you can read,â he utters, pulling out a small bottle of liquor from under the seat. He drains it all in one go, savoring the fleeting burn as it slides down his throat, which is enough to keep him going. âCâmon, kid. I already charged you.â
âYou drink while you drive?â
âKeeps me entertained,â he says dryly. Itâs the only thing he knows how to do. Raising the empty bottle in your direction, he arches a brow. âGoodnight, darlinâ. Leave me a good review on your way out.â
You roll your eyes at him, silent as you exit the vehicle, closing the door behind you. While fumbling for your keys, four words escape your mouth. Casual yet devastating, they ruin him: âIâll see you around.âÂ
For a couple of days, you donât bother him again. Botherânotice the implication of the verb in question.
Heâd be lying if he said he didnât think of you after that drive. Each time his phone buzzes, a small, restless part of him hopes itâs you, asking for his services, wanting him to be the one you seek out.
And it happens. The best things seem to occur when the moon hangs high and bright.
You: Hi.
He stares at the message, recognition washing over him. He knows itâs you; he can see the other texts you exchanged that night he took you home.
You: Are you working tonight?
Youâve got to be kidding him.
Logan: Why are you texting me?
He types the words with frustration, his thumb hovering over the screen longer than usual.Â
You: Why are you answering me?
Oh, youâre smart.Â
Logan: Take my advice. Talk to a guy your own age.
You: Damn. Already jumping to conclusions. I was just going to ask you if you wanted to have a drink with me.
Logan: Iâm busy.
You: Well, what time do you get off?
Logan: I work all night.
You: Canât even make a quick stop? I swear it wonât take you more than twenty minutes.
An impulse to throw his phone out the window surges within him, but he manages to restrain himself.
Then, as if on cue, the device vibrates againâof course, itâs you.
You: The drinks are on me. Let me know if you change your mind.
Do you think heâs going to let you pay for him? Absolutely not.Â
What surprises him more than the message is how easily he remembers your address. It appears to be ingrained in his mind.
He cancels his next trip, scheduled for ten minutes from now, his new destination being your building.
Once he pulls up, he does what feels most natural: he honks. Multiple times. Maybe heâs lucky and youâll tell him to fuck off.
But you donât. Youâre laughing as you make your way over to the limo, sliding into the backseat in the same way you did a week ago. Your plan had succeededâyou had him exactly where you wanted.
Far from hiding it, you make it evident, obvious. Your heartbeat thrums in the air, and Logan can hear it loud and clear, like the bass in one of those funky songs he likes.
Thereâs no room for mistakes. He wonât deny it. Even if the feeling is mutual, he canât shake the idea that heâs doing something wrong.
In his eyes, youâre the forbidden fruitâirresistible, the ultimate temptation known to humankind, camouflaged in the fur of a pretty woman.
You, his paradise on earth, could only lead to one thing: a longing for a chance with you, which he should never be granted in the first place.
Heâs diving headfirst into disgrace, and the more he realizes it, the worse it feels. If he were to be scolded like a child, maybe heâd feel relieved, but heâs no kid. Heâs a grown-ass man who should be able to resist.
Yet, self-restraint is like sand slipping through his fingersânever lasting long enough.
âYou came.â Astonishment. Uncertainty. Amusement. Blinking your eyes at him, you sit very upright, and you don't even bother fastening your seatbelt. âHonestly? I thought you were going to block me.â
I canât, he thinks. I wouldnât be able to. Iâm not that strong.
âWhat happened this time? Another failed date?â he inquires, still not starting the car. A look of perplexity appears on your features, puzzled about why heâs not moving. âAinât you forgetting something?â He tugs on his own seatbelt for emphasis, the fabric snapping back into place against his coat.
Once again, you follow his lead. âI donât need to get stood up to want to see you,â you say, placing your hand on his shoulder for balanceâor so he tells himself. It takes him all his willpower not to collapse right then and there. âBesides, Iâm not bad company. Iâve been told I can be pretty funny.âÂ
âI seeâŠâ he trails off, catching your gaze through the rearview mirror, not shocked in the slightest to find you waiting for him to look back. âWhere to?â
âI donât know.â
âWell, you should. You invited me.â
How easy it is to make your chest rumble with laughter, the genuine sound bubbling up, pure and unrestrained. He feels like some amateur comedian who has just realized his real passion is to cause this type of response in others.
Except, itâs not just anyoneâs laughter he insists on provokingâitâs yours, and yours alone.
An unsettling sensation envelops him the second you retrieve your hand, not before squeezing his shoulder in a friendly manner. âThereâs a bar I go to with my friends sometimes,â you suggest after a beat, shoving your phone in the pocket of your jacket. âWe could try that one.â
The moment he steps inside, regret washes over him. Why is everyone here under forty? He feels ancient, like fucking Fred Flintstone.
A fossil out of place, meant to dwell in the shadows, not in a scene like this.
When he freezes in the middle of the bar, your fingers intertwine with his, tugging him along, and he follows after you like a lost puppy. The only thing heâs missing is the leash.
Youâre met with his quirked eyebrows as you peer into his eyes over your shoulder, a toothy grin threatening to shake the floor beneath his feet. âYou know, people usually sit down before they start getting shit-faced.â
âIâm not getting drunk tonight.â Logan exhales a deep breath, trying to hide his discomfort, his eyes scanning the room. âAnd neither are you,â he practically yells in your ear trying to make himself heard above the pounding music and incessant chatter. He wonders if you even hear him at all.
The two of you eventually settle at the counter, drinking in silence. Logan half-expects one of your comments to pierce through the quiet, but you delight in proving him wrong.
Instead, your head sways gently to the rhythm of the song playing in the background, and you take a trial sip of your beer.
Heâs acutely aware of the stares from the rest of the patrons. He can pretend to be oblivious, but the weight of several pairs of eyes burning holes into the back of his neck doesnât go unnoticed.
Being watched has never been his favorite pastime, and somehow, it feels even more uncomfortable with you by his side.
He knows what those looks imply, can nearly taste the hidden implications behind each fleeting glance.
Whatâs a girl like you doing with a man like him? A question that makes no sense.
Does he have money? A well-endowed reputation? Did he recently inherit any properties?
Are you truly that desperate for human contact?
Is your bed so cold that you decide to go for the first guy who can string ten words together?
Logan doubts whether this whole experiment is part of the community service you must be doing. Maybe he should look up your name online to see if any criminal records come to the surface.
Now that he takes a moment to ponder it, you certainly fit the mold of the criminal type. The kind who gets what she wants when she wants it, leaving a trail of intrigue on her wake.
His fingers circle the glass so tightly he fears it might shatter into a million shards. You notice his tension, nudging his arm with yours, aiming to meet his eyes.
When you do (because, as he said, criminals have their own ways), you smile, and he internalizes that gesture as something familiar, something he feels heâs grown used to. Something rankled in his memory.
Itâs as if heâs known you for a lifetime.
âThank you for coming,â you say softly, and he may be going down the path of hallucinations, but your attention remains a little too long on his lips. Then, just as quickly, it flickers back to the rest of his face, and you lean back to drink from your beer once more.
Straight to hell, he thinks, tasting the remnants of whiskey on his tongue, for ever daring to believe himself worthy of even a moment of your precious time.
Youâre probably the first person to have his full, undivided attention. And thatâs⊠well, thatâs saying something.
Most days, youâre pretty talkative, a steady stream of conversation, your words pouring out in an endless flow.
You tell him about your family, your career, that pet of yours that died when you were six years old. You mention a friend you no longer speak to, and the events that led to the downfall of your friendship.
Thereâs also that dish from your all-time favorite restaurant, the one you buy at least once a week because it never fails to comfort you.
Nonstop, you talk and talk, and Logan doesnât mind one bit. Soon, he finds himself becoming an active listenerâasking follow-up questions, chuckling at your jokes, even when theyâre not funny at all.
He sincerely cares about what you have to say.
This whole situation with you is beyond his comprehension. Before he realizes it, you start wanting to spend more time with him.
Sometimes, you ride along in the passenger seat while he drives aimlessly through the city.
Sometimes, you invite him over, cook a meal, and he always takes the leftovers with him, as if a part of you goes with him when he leaves.
Sometimes, you come over to his place, and the roles reverseâyouâre the one with the mic, asking the questions, fully aware that youâre treading on holy ground.Â
Loganâs got a sign on his forehead that reads âStop: do not enter.â Itâs rough around the edges, hardened by the years, all capital letters in stark blank ink. But in the end, you just take the sign and set it aside.
He never goes into too much detail. Not because he doesnât trust youâitâs just that thereâs too much to unpack, and you donât need to know all of it. Youâll be better off not carrying the garbage he does.
Yet, youâve got him by the throat, encouraging him to cough up disjoined pieces of his life, bits of his day, his thoughts, his feelings. It sounds stupid to him, but you make him feel alive.Â
You never judge him, never flinch when he brings up stories from his past. As he sits at your table one afternoon, you look at his hands, his claws fully extended, and you donât shy away. You rub the pad of your thumb across the rough skin of his knuckles, right where the adamantium tears through his flesh.
You donât care that heâs a mutant, that heâs killed people. You donât try to deny who he is or what heâs done. Oddly enough, you just wish to be by his side, staring off into the void with him.Â
âBut why?â he asks, partly flattered, partly frustrated. This could be compared to learning a new sport from scratchâhe canât figure you out, canât understand why you havenât run the other way yet.
He likes your company, though heâs always bracing himself for the inevitable day you find a better hobby and leave.
Your reasoning defies logic, and heâs afraid that at any moment, youâll grasp the gravity of your choices.
Almost as if you could feel the turmoil brewing in his mind, you simply say: âYouâre nice to be around.â
Nice. Nice. Nice. Heâd cackle if he were alone. That word reverberates through him. When was the last time someone called him nice?
Bad-tempered, sure.
A pain in the ass? Definitely.
But nice? Not a term people employed to describe him.
Itâs a quality reserved for you, with your endless charisma and kind heart, but not for a man of his kind.
Heâs nothing more than a chauffeur, a driver, someone who does and says whatâs necessary to survive. Does that make him nice?Â
When he tells you heâs probably going to hell, you donât try to make him feel better. Anyone else in your position might try to soothe him, to offer some hollow reassurance.
Your intention isnât to change him, for him to pretend to be something heâs not. âThen Iâll meet you there,â you mutter, your shiny eyes searing into his. Under the table, your hand finds his, tender fingers grazing over his knuckles, and for once, he doesnât pull away.
Could it be that an afterlife catching fire doesnât sound so bad after all?
As much as he likes to admit how easily you can shift his mood, today is not one of those days.
Heâs had a nightmareânothing new, but this one had been⊠different. The empty bottle on the nightstand hadnât been of any help; it never does when they visit him in his sleep.
The ghosts of those who used to be his friends, his family, tiptoe around his dreams in the form of shadows.
Blood. Screams. Shouts of his name. He canât save them all. Walking through the wreckage, he dodges the bodies of those he couldnât protect, the knot in his throat tightening with every step, not allowing him to breathe.
Wherever he turns, thereâs death, destruction. Sadness. Did he save them all?
Itâs always the same routine. He wakes up, screaming, chest aching from the effort. His lungs burn, and he has to remind himself that the limbs attached to him are his own and not the remnants of an immobile corpse.
Sweat clings to his skin, pooling at his temples and nape. He wipes it away with the back of his hand, rubbing at the soreness in his neck.
His phone rings somewhere in the distance, pulling him from his dizzy state. He scrambles to his feet, accepting the call just before it hits voicemail.
It's you. Despite it being late, he swears he feels the gentle kiss of the sun over his brow. Your sweet voice chases away the lingering shadows of his dreams, replacing the bitter taste in his mouth with something realâa reason to get up, to start moving.
He holds onto every second of the brief call, replaying those thirty seconds in his head as he steps into the shower. When the cold water shocks his system, it pulls him fully back to consciousness. He has to get ready.
Even though you insist on getting a taxi, he refuses. He doesnât mind the drive. His gas tank does, his wallet maybe, but Logan? He just doesnât.
At the end of the day, heâs protective by nature, and who knows what kind of men are roaming the streets at night?
God forbid theyâre anything like himâeager to prompt a smile from you, trying too hard to impress you. He arrives at the conclusion that heâd rather lose fuel and money if it means orbiting around you for longer.
You make him feel better, and tonight, he needs it more than ever. He needs you.
(Now heâs driving. He honks five times when he pulls up to your building. You get on the limo, giggling as you say: âMy neighbors must hate you.â He grins. You kiss him on the cheek. Subtle. Not the first time. Still, it doesnât get old. He feels the faint residue of lip gloss on his skin. He doesnât wipe it off.)
Not in the mood to cook, you declare as you step into his place. The mouth-watering aroma of the Chinese food you bought fills the air, but when he reaches for the bags, you insist that he sit and relax.
Sure, he can take a seat. But to expect him to relax with you around, playing this intricate game? Thatâs simply impossible. Youâre asking for too much. Heâs a player at heart, drawn to the thrill of the chase, and he will play along.
What seems inconceivable is the expectation that he can act as if nothing is happening between these four walls.
His attempts to focus on you are futile, as his mind betrays him tonight. All he hears spilling from your lips is pure and plain gibberish. Your very presence is no longer enough to anchor him.
Already immune to your charm, Logan eats his noodles, occasionally nodding when your voice rises at the end of a sentence, indicating a question.
But he nearly chokes on his drink the moment he registers your serious expression, having never witnessed you like this before.
âAre you even here?â you ask, shoving your food aside with a swift motion of your wrist.
What should he answer? What is it that you want to hear? Of course! Iâm here, listening to you. Itâs a delightful night. Should I start by telling you about my most recent nightmare? Quite the entertainment!
Thereâs a shake of his head as he lowers his gaze, escaping your concerned expression. âMâsorry.â
âDonât be. Iâm not trying to make you feel guilty.â You tug your chair forward, claiming a piece of his personal space. You know he doesnât mind. âWant to talk about it? Did something happen?â
âMy brain is just⊠off today.â
âMany thoughts at the same time.â Not a question. Have you completely figured him out?
âYeah.â
He remains still, dragging his plastic fork across the now-cold steamed veggies, which have lost their appeal.
How amusingâyour knees bump against his, drawing his attention. âCan I help you?â Itâs new, the breathy tone youâre using, a whisper of agitation weaving through your calm demeanor.Â
âCan you erase my memory?â he shoots back, attempting to smirk through the wave of memories that flash behind his eyelids. When he looks into your eyes, the siren in his head blares.
Your pupils are dilated, blown wide, chest rising and falling rapidly. Sweaty palms that you wipe on your jeans. Tongue darting out to lick your lips. Your heartbeat accelerates, drumming wildly like the fluttering of a hummingbirdâs wings.
He hasnât been with a woman in ages, but he knows how they react when they see something they likeâor, in this case, someone.
âLogan.â His name rolls off your tongue once more, tinged with an unmistakable need. The thought of checking his temperature dances through his mind, but the heaviness in his limbs roots him in place. He feels feverish. âI want to help you.â
Oh, no. No, no, no, noâ
âWhatâwhat are you on, sweetheart?â Get up. Find your keys. Drive her home. âYou donât even know what youâre sayinâ.â
Saliva floods his mouth as you rise to your feet, looking down at him from above. Gracefully angelic, and yetâ âI know what Iâm asking for,â you continue, your voice descending to a low murmur that scratches pleasantly against some dark and remote corner of his head. Then you lower yourself onto his lap, your thighs bracketing his waist. You repeat your question: âCan I help you?â
Heâs no longer in control of his actions. His right hand crawls up your knee, palming the fabric of your pants. Itâs numbing: a lapful of you, your rich smell, your quickened pulse.
Tempting. So fucking tempted to take you right now, just like this, without the need for words. Your bodies can communicate in a language of their own, one that transcends spoken phrases.Â
I want you, he lets you know through the way he gropes your breasts over your shirt, squeezing them together. Heâs always been good with his hands. But what the hell am I supposed to do with a sweet thing like you?
His patience teeters on the edge of a precipice. âTell me what you want.â
âI asked you first.â
âYouâre gonna pretend you donât know the answer?â He thrusts into the air, grinding against your clothed core, and you close your eyes. Heâs rock hard beneath you, the bulge in his jeans shockingly obscene, bordering on grotesque. âWe both know what I want, but Iâm no telepath, baby. Need you to speak up.â
Twisting the locks of hair at his nape, you press your lips to his neck. âI want to make you forget, to focus on this moment. I want you to live in the present, Logan.â A bite on his earlobe sends shivers down his spine, and he grips your hips with a primal growl. âI can do whatever you want. Just tell me. Tell me, and Iâll do it, please.â
Please? Heâs spiraling. Please? Thatâs itâheâs doing it. Heâll grant you your plea, which aligns perfectly with his own desires.
Once his back meets the mattress in his room, you get to work. With delicate precision, you pull down his pants, sliding his boxers off until only his thick thighs and the crown of short curls adorning his cock remain in sight. Your fingers tremble slightly before you wrap them loosely around his length, and it springs to life in your grasp.
Your gaze pierces into his, mirroring the intensity of his own. But something holds you back, prompting you to reach for his hand.
At that moment, it all clicks into place. Logan urges your head down onto him, and heâs welcomed by the slick warmth you provide.
Indeed, heâs very much alive.
âThatâs it. Thatâsâfuck. There you go.âÂ
His fingers dig into the mattress, clutching the cotton sheets, stopping himself from thrusting into your mouth. Itâs not that he doesnât want toâGod, he doesâbut tonight, heâs on his best behavior.
He wipes the trail of drool from your chin, smearing it gently across your cheek, his thumb lingering as he watches your nostrils flare with a strained, muffled gasp.
Bringing his thumb to his mouth, he tastes the wetness on it the same way youâre sucking him: greedily, without any trace of mercy.
This proves Iâm going to hell, he thinks, enraptured by the sight of his cock disappearing between your parted lips. Straight to hell.
You draw him back to the present, nuzzling your face against his thigh, your humid breath teasing his thick shaft, pulling him from a deep reverie. Your glossy eyes roam, exploring until they find his, and you gift him an authentic smile. Wrecked and blissed out, itâs as if the lights are on, but no oneâs truly home.
He wouldâve never guessed how much you reveled in sucking cock, radiating enthusiasm with each of your movements.
âAm I doing it okay?â you wonder aloud, hovering over the tip, swirling your tongue around the velvety head. Heâs no fool, and neither are you; deep down, you know youâre doing more than just okay. Actually, youâre giving him the best blowjob of his long, long life.
Each panting, airy praise he huffs fuels your eagerness, making you even more receptive to his desires as the words slip past his lips.
âFuckinâ amazing, honey. Got me so hard, yâsee?â His tone is heavily charged with carnality, gripping himself and smacking the tip against your mouth, the wet sound echoing like music to his ears.
He pulses against your tongue, and you seize the opportunity to trace the thin veins scattered along his length. Gulping, with his gaze fixed on you, Logan notices how youâre still wearing your clothes, wiggling your hips against the mattress, rubbing your thighs together to get something in return. âAre you wet?â
Humming against him, you suck in shaky breath.Â
âWords.â
âIâmâIâm wet,â you rasp, voice hoarse. You try to guide him into your mouth and fail miserably, because his grip only tightens, stroking himself instead. âLogan,â you keen, stretching your neck in a silent plea, âdonât be mean.â
âNot mean. Just enjoyinâ myself,â he replies, pulling the foreskin back to expose the head, arching his eyebrows. His fingers curl around your chin, drawing your face nearer to his girth, fascinated by how your eyes flutter shut the more you surrender to the pleasure. âCâmon. Be polite.â
Blame him for itâhe believes heâll never get tired of this game.
âPlease.â You whisper, returning to your begging while tenderly rolling his balls, staring at him through your lashes. And then you say it again: âPlease.â
Your gaze burns a hole through his crumpled heart. He lets you have it, eager to give whatever you may ask him for. You dive back into it, engulfing his length and bobbing your head up and down with fervor. Hushed whines escape your lips, savoring another bead of his precum.
Logan almost loses it as you hollow your cheeks, instinctively cradling the back of your head. âEasy, baby. Mânot going anywhere. Take your time.â
Whenever he feels himself approaching that long-awaited release, he forces his mind to conjure thoughts that will stall his impending orgasm.
The water stains from flooding on the walls.
The supermarket list.
The rising price of gas.
Theâ
âFuck. Slow down,â he groans, utterly captivated by the way you point your tongue to draw imaginary patterns along his cock, seemingly memorizing every detail. âDonât go too hard on me, remember?â
You mumble something under your breath, and at first, he canât quite make it out. âWhat is it?â
âI said I want you to fuck me.â
Under no circumstances is he surviving this night.
âReally, doll?â Logan seeks the reassurance he desperately needs, fearing that this is all a dream from which heâll awaken the moment he properly touches you. âYou sure you want this old man to fuck you?â
Youâre a rambling mess, murmuring Yes, Logan, please, until he maneuvers you to lie on his chest, his glistening cock sliding against your clothes, leaving a trail of dark spots. A whimper dies on your tongue as you brush your lips together, your hot breath enveloping him. âGive me a kiss at least.â
Tilting your head up, he connects his mouth to yours, growling as he detects the dull, sour tang of what must be him. He sucks your bottom lip, hardly aware of what his hands are doing until he shifts your positions, pinning you down.
Logan tugs at your clothes, peeling them away with urgency, his fingers dancing over your nipples until youâre grinding against his thigh, quivering beneath him. With a nip at your damp skin, his eyes flutter open as he studies your expression, casting you a glance that seeks your permission.
A ripple of desire courses through him when you dutifully turn over beneath him, pressing your face further into the pillow. He runs his knuckles along the curve of your ass, his throat going dry as you follow after his touch, arching your body in response.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he licks a long, slow stripe up your wet folds, keeping his tongue flat against your clit for a brief moment. Your arms give out and you stumble forward, stuttering as you mewl his name, fully consumed by the feeling.
So he does it again, and again, and again, flicking the sensitive bud, even though youâre already beyond soaked. Itâs a pleasure he indulges in simply because he can.
Straight to hell, he thinks, coating his length with your arousal, teasing your entrance while pushing in only the tip. That motion alone is enough to make him draw a trembling breath before he continues, gradually feeding you his cock, inch by inch.
Straight to hell, the voice in his head utters as he buries himself to the hilt deep within your body, his heavy balls resting against your ass.
Like an intruder in your territory, heâs free to do as he pleases, and you let him have his way with you.
If only this moment could stretch into infinityâhe longs for time to relent and never draw to a close.Â
What will happen after? Will you spend the night? Does heâ
âL-Logan,â you mumble, having adjusted to his size. You rock back into him, impaling yourself even more on his cock. âPlease, move.â
The pace he establishes is brutal. Your warm, inner walls exquisitely massage him, and the earth as he knows it stops spinning. Fire pools low in his abdomen, his hands holding you by the flesh of your hips to keep you anchored, each thrust driving you closer to the headboard with an intoxicating urgency.Â
âYou wanted it from the very start, didnât you?â He doesnât know if a response will ever come, but these kinds of thoughts are impossible to contain. Heâs just a simple man, powerless against the allure of a tight cunt. âJust got in my car and knew it would end like this?â
You roll your eyes at him, silent as you exit the vehicle, closing the door behind you. While fumbling for your keys, four words escape your mouth. Casual yet devastating, they ruin him: âIâll see you around.âÂ
His next thrust punches a whine out of your lungs. Even as you clench around him, stuffed and filled to the brim, you beg for him to fuck you harder. He wouldâve laughed at you were he able to catch his breath.
With a more deliberate rhythm, he rolls his hips, jackhammering your most sensitive spot, pulling you closer as he wraps an arm around you. When his fingers find your clit, drawing slippery circles, a cry escapes you, and your body merges with the mattress under you.
Your release takes him by surprise, urging him to continue as you reach back, encouraging him to chase his own climax. He knows all too well the struggle of bringing you to this point without succumbing to his pleasure too soon. Your nails graze along his thigh, leaving delicate marks in their wake, and somehow, the passion and bliss heâs been nurturing ignites into a fiery crescendo.
Shortly after, he goes completely rigid inside you, pressing his forehead against your back as he bites down on your shoulder to muffle his groans. His hand squeezes your breast tightly, riding out his high, blood buzzing in his ears, continuing to spill into you. You spam around him, milking him until the last drop of his seed, his release painting your insides with his warmth.
Logan tucks you under his chin as his vision returns to clarity. You nose his jaw, your fingers softly tracing the contours of his beard. He pulls you closer into his chest, gliding his hands up and down your back.
Half a minute of dreadful silence, then: âCan I stay?â
Oh, yesâpillow talk. Heâs not great at this either. Despite that, his eyes soften, snapping to your face.
Logan pauses for a moment. âSure,â he retorts, dragging his fingers along your shoulder blades. Heâs a one-word kind of guy. Just perfect.
Tell her you like her. Tell her you donât want this to be a casual fling. Tell her itâs more than just sex for you.
Or maybe donât. Get ahold of yourself, will you?
âLogan?â you ask, resting your palm against his heart.
âWhat is it?â
âI know.â
You do?
Try as he might, he canât deny it. He might care about you more than he ever realized.
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your weighted blanket (simon riley x f!reader)
part of this two lieutenants series but itâs standalone
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âyou know what i want?â
âwhaâ?â
âa weighted blanket.â
simon turned away from his bedroom desk to stare at you, his dark eyes squinting incredulously.
âwhat?! i think itâd help me sleep.â
âwhaâ the fuck is a weighted blanket.â
you huffed a sigh. âitâs literally a weighted blanket simon. having weight pressing down on you helps you sleep, itâs scientifically proven.â you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as you laid back on his bed.
turning off his desk lamp, he made his way to his bed. he joined you on top of the covers, giving you plenty of space. keeping it platonic. not that he wanted to, but that was another thing.
âcanât jusâ have some sop lay on you?â the words hurt coming out, but it was the only thing he could say. desperately looking for a sign that you were talking to someone as you were so tightlipped about your escapades until after they ended.
âiâm on a man break. they all suck.â no one measured up to the unending care simon gave you, even if he was just a friend. just a friend who lets you come into his room every night, talking yourself to sleep. just a friend who never forgets your favorite body wash or candle scent on supply runs.
âthey donât know how to treat a woman like you.â his words echoed in the dark, ideas of what they meant bouncing around in your brain. âa woman like me?â silence. âdonât be mean, si.â
fuck he was so stupid. needed to watch his tone better, like gaz was always telling him. âdove, jusâ meant a smart independent woman like yourself. yer lookinâ for a partner and theyâre look for a mother or a fuck. or both.â your jaw dropped. âoh. thanks.â his words thickened the air. no one had ever talked about you like that, like you were something to be treasured, not kept. like he respected you.
âif you really need a weighted blanket i-â âyeah?â you sounded too eager, but you didnât care. you turned towards him, catching his eye in the gleam of the base lights outside his window. âcould be yers. if you want. strictly platonic.â he scratched his head, looking away. embarrassed. âyeah, platonic. course, yeah. thatâs fine. good, i mean.â you needed to get your act together and stop sounding like a teenager, but he just offered to be your blanket. surely that was more than platonic.
ânow?â
âsure.â
you sat on his bed like a dead fish, arms at your sides. you were not about to initiate what surely would be the most awkward non-cuddle session in your life. simon pressed one large paw into the mattress, hauling his huge body up on one arm. he moved down farther on the bed, his head parallel to your ribs. then, with the uttermost care, he shifted on top of you, hovering. waiting. âyou can lay on me si, itâs okay.â he released his hands slowly, the full force of his body laying on you. 250+ pounds of pure machine, a body honed from years in the military. a soldier, a sniper, a lieutenant, now at your mercy, body covering yours completely.
ânot too weighted for you?â you giggled. an actual giggle from his fellow lieutenant. âno, si. not too weighted.â your hand instinctively went to his hair before you could stop yourself. âis this comfortable? youâre on my ribs.â he grunted. it actually hurt like a bitch, your bone pressing into him through layers of fat, but he was laying on you and therefore could not complain. âyou can move up, i wonât mind.â well, if you were letting him. he wanted to make the most of this blanket situation, this type of intimacy so foreign to him.
simon scooted up your body and laid his head on your tits. built-in pillows, one might call them. you hand went to his hair again, slowly scratching his scalp. âthis ok?â you never touched like this, had never touched him like something precious. he grunted, a yes in âghostâ as you liked to call it. you continued running your hand through his hair, surprised at the softness of his locks. his face was against your breast, and usually youâd be embarrassed, but lines had been crossed and all bets were off. his body was heavy, sure, but the weight of it was comforting. all you could think of was him, not the annoying recruit from this morning, not the bad dinner you had at the mess hall. only the smell of the base shampoo and his natural musk, something uniquely him but not gross.
all simon could hear was your heartbeat. it had quickened when he first laid down, but now it was slowing to a comforting beat. you were here, you were breathing. the gunfire and the smell of bombs in his head meant nothing as long as he had you like this, in his arms where no one could hurt you. he could feel your body relaxing, muscles losing the dayâs tension and giving themselves over to sleep. as your breathing slowed and you moved to a lower, more comfortable position on his pillow, he knew time could stop and all that would matter was you, right here, with him.
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Harley crawled into the apartment. It was organized, but it looked like the occupant didn't have a lot of time for cleaning. She walked softly through it, taking it in. There were photos of her target and what had to be her family, but no friends or romantic partners. Some had a pair of older adults, matching traits meant bio-parents. More of the photos were of the target and a younger boy - a little brother, the highest likelihood of becoming another target if things go bad.
Harley continued forward, following the light to where her target was. She stood in the doorway, looking in.
Dr. Jasmine Fenton, Arkham Asylum's newest psychologist, just got her degree and everything. She did what most newbies do, actually thinking she could get through to the Joker. Harley didn't want to say it was impossible, but everyone who tried ended up in a new job or dead. Harley would try and make sure it was the former and not the later.
Harley watched as the redhead read over a file as she ate from a takeout box. She didn't want to scare the girl, yet. The scaring her away from Joker came later. So, she had to wait for the perfect moment to-
"I know you're there." Jasmine didn't look up from her file, but held out the last box of Chinese food in Harley's direction. "There's plenty if you want some."
"Awe, you ruined the surprise." Harley walked out of the shadows of the hallway into the girl's home office. She snatched the offered box of food and took a few bites as she jumped to sit on the desk.
"I'm hard to sneak up on." Jasmine said, closing her file and finally looking at Harley. "So, Dr. Quinzel, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit this evening?"
"Oh, call me Harley!" She laughed, she wasn't called Dr. all that often any more. She tapped her chop sticks on the file Jasmine just closed. "I thought you'd like a consult on your new patient, Dr. Fenton. I've got a lot of experience with him."
"I prefer to go by Jazz." She said with a smile, "While I appreciate the offer, I'd like to see how far I can get on my own. And, sorry, but I'm pretty sure your license was revoked."
Harley nodded as she swallowed to get the noodles out of her mouth. "I get it! You're new, fresh outta school, gotta prove yourself. But Joker ain't the guy to do that with. He eats people like us for breakfast, and in all the years he's been in Arkham, no one's been able to get anywhere with him."
Jazz sighed, "I don't like to believe people are lost causes. There's always something we can do to help."
"You can't help everyone, especially when they don't want it. And it's not just a question if whether or not he can be saved or whatever." Harley set down the now empty box, Jazz pointed to another one that still had food in it, but Harley declined. "If you keep it up, he'll think you're worth his time to torment. There's no telling what he'll do when he inevitably gets himself out again."
"I'll be fine." Jazz said, but Harley had to cut her off before she said something stupid.
"It's not just you! You've got family out there he can target, your parents. Your Brother! Anyone you date will become a target! He'll do everything in his power to make your life miserable!"
Jazz chuckled. "If he wants to target my family, his funeral. My parents are - were supervillains. They've really only become less- well, hyper-focused on eradicating an entire race of being- in the past few years. And my brother - I'm pretty sure he's conditionally immortal. So that's nothing to worry about."
"If it's conditional, Joker will find a way around it." Harley said, but she had to admit, this might have been an unnecessary trip. "You sure y'ain't got nothing to worry about? What about you? How conditional is your mortality?"
Jazz smiled. Her mouth seemed too wide and with too many teeth. "Oh, I am nowhere near immortal. But..."
She stood up and the room was suddenly a black void. Toxic green eyes and mouths filled with glowing white teeth opened around them. "I doubt anyone could get close enough to test it."
The room was suddenly back to normal, but whatever that thing was was still there. Harley could see its eyes watching her with amusement from inside Jazz's oversized cardigan.
"Well, I guess this really was a wasted trip. You've clearly got it covered."
"Not entirely." Jazz said, her hand wend up to her neck to rub nervously, "Well, you see... I don't really have a lot of friends. People tend to get - uh, creeped out, you know? Or chased off by my parents or brother or whatever..."
"You wanna be friends?" Harley laughed so hard she almost fell over.
Jazz's face turned bright red and the shadow eyes looked way less amused. "Yeah, stupid question. You've clearly got your own things going on."
"No! No, no." Harley had to take several deep breaths before she could look Jazz in the face again. "I 100% wanna hang out with you!"
"Really?"
"Oh yeah." She took another deep breath, "I mean, I really should have made a support system before trying to take on the Joker back when I worked for Arkham. This" she pointed between them "can only end well."
Jazz's face turned brighter than the sun. "Oh my gosh! This is amazing! We should - I have Thursday's and weekends off - What - what kind of things should we-"
Oh man, Jazz was like an excited kid. She must have had a really lonely childhood... they can psychoanalyze each other later. "Come over for girl's night next week. I'll tell my gf and bff to expect an extra person... Does the-" she motioned to the cardigan creature "-go everywhere you go? Does it need food?"
"Oh, don't worry about Jet, they only eat who I tell them to."
Harley barked out more laughter. "You're going to fit right in!"
Now featuring a Part 2
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BIG MAN ON CAMPUS! â RAFE CAMERON
pairing; fratboy!rafe cameron x fem!reader
summary; you come to your first college party and have the worst panic attack of your life. who knew your knight in shining armour would be the captain of the biggest fraternity and the biggest fuck boy on campus
warnings ; panic attacks, anxiety, drugging, angst but like fluff!!
"Liv, i'm really not sure about this"
You're best friend and roommate looked at you with a blank stare, watching as you pulled the tight white dress down that had ridden up your thighs. She had dragged you out of your dorm only 20 minutes ago, telling you that if you didn't come she was going to wake you up with a bucket of ice water.
"Cmon babe, you made me promise i would drag you to at least one party this year. and i don't break a promise. Which also means that i promise if you don't like the first 30 minutes, then we can go home and eat 30 pounds of ice cream and pass out in our makeup"
You smiled at her, trying to push yourself through whatever anxiety was coursing through you. Liv was really a good friend, even if she was harsh about it at times, you know that she wanted the best for you.
The smell of booze and sweat hit your nose immediately as you walked into the frat house, the music blasting and the rainbow lights blinding against the otherwise dark space.
Liv pulled you to the corner of the living room, smiling brightly at you and giving you an extra tight hug. "Ok! I'm gonna go get us some drinks, stay right there and don't move!"
She had to yell because of how loud the music was, wasting no time before disappearing into the kitchen.
You stood in the party like a fish out of water, biting your lip as you looked down at your feet.
You'd like to say that you weren't that much of an introvert. I mean sure you liked to be curled up with a good book from time to time, and you were studying a bit more than healthy. But you like to go out and shop with friends, talk to new people in your classes and slumber parties on the weekends.
But parties were something you did not do. It had a combination of all the things you disliked most in life. loud music, people yelling, drinking, flashing bright lights and... frat boys.
You'd already been brought out of your shell at college, you were confident enough now to present in classes and partner up with new people on assignments, but this was pushing it.
You were a sweet girl, but naive. You didn't have enough experience with greedy men and even you would admit that you resembled a lost deer more often than you would like.
You lifted your head as you heard someone approach you, looking up quickly as you assumed it was Liv coming back from the kitchen.
But it wasn't Liv.
A brunette looked straight at you as you made eye contact with him, a red solo cup resting in his hand.
"What's a pretty girl like you standing here all alone in the corner" he stated, inching closer to you as you subconsciously stepped back a bit. "I'm Jeremey"
He reached out his hand to you to shake, only to receive a dumbfounded look on your face.
"Normally people reply back with their name, Babe"
"Oh! Sorry!" you replied flustered, repeating back your name as he grinned wide, showing his bright smile.
You didn't want to admit that when Jeremy was talking to you, you continually kept glancing over at the entrance to the kitchen, hoping that the next person to walk out was Liv, who was going to hopefully come to save you from this conversation.
"Hey, I was experimenting in the kitchen, wanna try my new concoction." Jeremy dangled the red solo cup in your face, the liquid pink and smelling of strawberries.
"No thank you. I don't drink" you replied sweetly, hoping to be polite and not upset him. "There's barely any in it, promise. Pleaseee, don't wanna hurt my feelings, do you?" He replied in annoyance.
A pang of hurt shot through you as you panicked, how could you have been so rude! Jeremy was taking time out of his day to talk to you and you rejected a drink he made you?
"Oh! no, I'm sorry. Thank you so much" you replied, taking the cup out of his hands and looking down at the liquid. He watched closely as you took a sip, your face twisting at the strong flavour of vodka.
"What do you think?" he smirked as he asked, bringing his hand up to your lips and wiping the extra liquid off with his thumb.
"Its- its great, thank you" you replied, your heart beating faster as you started to feel increasingly more uncomfortable. He watched you closely as he hinted to you to drink more, looking down at you like he was a wolf, and you were his prey.
You held back tears as you felt the room start to spin under your feet, your cheeks feeling hot and your hands shaking involuntarily. It hit you quickly that this wasn't alcohol that was making you feel like this, no, it was something else. Something much, much worse.
And you didn't want to stick around to figure out what it was.
"Um, sorry Jeremy, I need to go to the bathroom" you spoke up, using all your courage to push through the crowd quickly as he followed.
Your breath was now speeding up as you fought your way through the waves of people, your steps becoming faster as you felt the room spinning more and more, tears streaming down your face.
You didn't know where the bathrooms in this place were, but you didn't have time to think about that now.
You just needed to find Liv, or someone, anyone.
Your eyes fell on a room at the end of the hall, light spilling out of the crack where the door failed to meet the floor.
You didn't have time to think, just to act. Your balled fist made it up to the door, knocking over and over again as you looked behind you, Jeremy in the crowd but looking all over for what you assumed to be you.
You didn't even want to begin to imagine how stupid you looked, or how impolite you were being as your knocks became harsher and frantic as Jeremy came closer.
"Jesus, learn how to wait your fucking turn" a voice sounded as the door opened. you didn't even look away from Jeremy as you tumbled into the bathroom, accidentally bringing the person in the door with you.
"Yo, what the fuc-" the aggressive voice came to a halt quickly, but you all you could focus on was your breathing, which was out of control.
Your cheeks were wet with tears as you closed your eyes, bringing your hands up to your face and letting yourself sob. "I- I can't breathe" You let out, unknowing if you were talking to yourself or the person in the space with you.
You couldn't even handle your anxiety and emotions when you were in control of your body, let alone now.
That's the main reason you don't drink, because you tend to freak out to the point of no return, and this, this was much worse.
Your face was buried in your hands as the person softly closed the door to the bathroom. You didn't even register him softly moving you to sit on the toilet seat in the bathroom, kneeling down and removing your hands from your face.
You opened your eyes to see a man's face looking back at you, his features painted with worry and his body distanced enough away from you as to not upset you even more.
"Hey- hey. Its ok, what's wrong?" the boy asked, trying not to show how confused he was on how to deal with this situation. "Are you hurt?"
You shook your head quickly at his statement, your tears slowly coming to a halt as your vision became less blurry. You could now see his face more clearly. Fluffy dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, soft pink lips.
"Uh, um. Wait" He spoke, breaking eye contact with you for the first time since you entered the bathroom. He started frantically opening draws and cabinets, stopping when he found a box of tissues under the sink.
"Here" you looked between him and the box he was handing you before taking it in your hands, your fingers brushing past each other momentarily.
"Thank you, i-i promise I'm not this much of a mess all the time." You replied, earning a soft smile from the man. "It's ok, it happens to the best of us. Have you taken anything, or just drunk?" He asked delicately.
Rafe didn't understand what he was feeling at this moment. Because he'd never felt it before.
Sure he could be an asshole sometimes, He was rude and got into fights on occasion, and he had been known to make girls complete the walk of shame out of his room involuntarily after a big night out, but that didn't mean he would ever leave a clearly intoxicated girl alone at a frat party.
But this, this was different. He had to know what was wrong with you, and he had to fix it. Sure you were a mystery to him and only met you seconds ago, but he wasn't leaving until he knew you were safe and sound... and had given him your name.
"I don't drink- or, at least I didn't. This boy gave me something, it tasted weird. Then I got all dizzy and now- now I can't stop crying" You rambled, sighing softly and looking into his eyes.
He gazed back at you, running his tongue around his teeth before seemingly snapping out of the trance he was in. "Did you know the guy?" He huffed, obviously agitated with your reply as he ran his fingers through his hair.
You shook your head softly, a wave of sadness running through you because you couldn't give him the answer he wanted. Tears started running down your face again suddenly as you kept repeating 'I'm sorry' over and over again.
He lifted his thumb up to your cheek, softly brushing the tears away. "Hey it's okay, Don't worry. I'll keep you safe"
He didn't understand the feelings he was feeling, He had never craved to protect someone so much, He had never been this gentle in his whole life.
"What's your name?" he asked, distracting you to hopefully stop the flow of tears streaming down your face. He felt like if you didn't stop crying in the next minute, he was going to lose it.
You answered your name to him, earning a soft smile. "I'm Rafe, it's nice to meet you." He finished the sentence with your name, sending shivers down your spine.
"Liv" You gasped, making his head tilt in confusion before you shot up from your seat. "Wow, ma. Slow down, what do you mean?" Rafe replied, holding your hips to stop you from completely falling over. You sat back down quickly in defeat, your eyes wide with panic.
"Liv, I-I came here with my friend Liv. I'm gonna scare her. I need to find her." You gasped, your voice trembling as you spoke. "It's ok, We'll find her. Don't worry, it's ok." He repeated, desperate for your face to get back to your normal expression, aka, not struck with terror.
It was obvious to Rafe through the glaze cast over your eyes, the shaking from your hands and the drooping of your eyelids that someone had slipped something into your drink.
He had hosted enough parties at his fraternity to know what insecure, probably small dicked boys, not men, can do to women. And it revolted him.
"R-rafe. I'm gonna go to sleep now" You whispered, your body finally giving out before you could stop it, his arms quickly coming up to stabilize you before you toppled over.
He bit his lip as he tried to figure out what to do, pulling your body into his arms as you didn't even stir. He was scared. So scared.
He didn't know what you were given, how much you were given, what would happen after you woke up, if you even woke up at all.
He carried you up the stairs and into his bedroom, unlocking the door and locking it behind him again. His room was the only one with a lock in the whole house, because he was damned if he was going to walk in on random strangers having drunk sex on his bed.
He rested you softly on his bed, making sure your head was comfortably on his pillow and resting a blanket over your body after taking your heels off.
He looked at your sleeping form, your long eyelashes resting on your cheeks, your hair falling softly over your shoulders and your chest rising and falling with your breaths.
He looked at you one last time before leaving his room, ignoring every person greeting him as he made a beeline straight for the living room.
He scanned over the large crowd in the house, numerous people dancing, some making out, his frat brothers doing keg stands, and one very panicked girl going up to every stranger she sees.
Rafe took no time before walking straight to the girl in the middle of the dance floor, tapping her on the shoulder. She turns immediately to face Rafe, her face struck with confusion.
"Are you Liv?" Rafe asks, earning a confused nod from the girl in front of himâ I am! Have you seen my best friend anywhere? She's about yay height, really pretty, heart of gold, she kinda looks like that baby deer from that Disney movie, she's wearing this white dress and-"
Rafe stops her ramble with a quick nod causing her eyes to widen. "What? Where is she?"
"In my bed" Rafe replied, remembering he wasn't all that good with small talk. "What? What the fuck do you mean, in your bed? What did you do? I swear to god-"
"Ok, calm down. Someone gave her something. I found her in the bathroom sobbing before she passed out. I put her in my bed then came down here, end of story" He replied, starting to get slightly agitated.
The girl he now knows to be Liv quickly walks off, heading straight for upstairs where the bedrooms are. Rafe rolls his eyes before following swiftly behind her, though he's glad that there's someone out there other than him trying to protect his newfound soft spot.
Liv halts at all the bedrooms, looking expectantly at Rafe before he walks in front of her and opens his door. Liv immediately rushes to you, still passed out on Rafe's bed.
She sits next to you, tucking your hair behind your ear before placing a kiss on your forehead. "Of course, on the first party she goes to, some sick fuck roofies her and she ends up in Rafe Cameron's bed" Liv speaks, not taking her eyes off you.
"How do you know my name?" Rafe asks, not even bothering to look at the person he's talking to as he focuses on your chest rising and falling. "Ha, everyone knows who you are Rafe. And if I find out you had anything to do with her getting hurt, I'm gonna chop your dick off and feed it to you and make sure everyone on campus knows it"
It would be a lie to say Rafe wasn't slightly amused by your best friend's words, holding back his smile and keeping his face stern. "I would never do that shit. Especially not to her" Liv's eyebrow quirked in confusion at the last bit of his sentence.
She knows for a fact that you did not know Rafe Cameron before this night, let alone any frat boys. Liv could cry at the sight of your passed-out form, taking full blame and responsibility for the fact that you got hurt when she was meant to protect you.
She pulled her phone out from her purse, about to call an Uber back to the dorms for both of you. "No, I'll drive you" He stated, not leaving room for an argument
Liv nodded slowly before pulling the blanket off you, your body involuntarily starting to shiver from the cold air.
Rafe walked over to his closet, grabbing his warmest hoodie. Liv looked up at him as he raised your body softly, placing the hoodie over your head and softly lifting you up into his arms.
Rafe walked with Liv down to the road outside the fraternity house, receiving hundreds of stares from people in the crowd. But he didn't care, all he cared about was you.
He let Liv open the door to the backseat of his truck, allowing him to place you softly inside before Liv climbed in next to you, placing your head on her lap.
The ride was completely silent, barring Liv's directions to the dormitories, but she didn't miss the way he was constantly looking in the rearview mirror at you.
It didn't take long before Liv was leading the way to your dorm, Rafe trailing slowly behind with you in his arms.
She flicked the light on in your dorm, Rafe quickly knowing which bed was yours from the multiple stuffies and pink blankets. He lifted the covers before placing your head on the pillow once more, knowing Liv was going to get you changed before she slept.
"Thank you, Rafe, for looking out for her when I didn't" Liv said as Rafe walked to your door, nodding curtly in repose to her statement.
He gave you one last look before he walked out of your door, watching as Liv was about to shut the door on him after saying goodbye. Panicked he placed his foot in front of the door before it shut, forcing it open.
"C-can I get her number, please?"
#i feel like this has potential to be a series so lmk....#rafe cameron drabble#rafe cameron#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x reader#outer banks#rafe outer banks#rafe cameron fluff#rafe x reader#frat!rafe#frat!au
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Continuing from This Drabble about you and your BF Katsuki answering sex questions about each other<3
Black Female Reader x Katsuki Bakugo , mentions of panty stealer bakugo, slight smut???
âOkay uh, how do you rate your partners kisses 1-10.â
â9â
â9?! Muthafucka I taught you how to kissâ-â
âYou always push back first like you canât handle it, it pisses me off.â
âI like breathing.â
âSo.â
Rolling your eyes, âI was ganna say 12/10, but since youâre being a bitchââ
âSo, 12/10 got it. Next.â
âDoes your partner have any dirty secrets?âŠoooh.â-â
âMâgoing to bed.â Bakugo immediately gets up to take off his tank top seeing as he was going to sleep in your dorm tonight, but as the shirt clung to his semi flexing biceps you grab him, âNo, y/n.â
âOh câmon boy are the secrets THAT bad?! Iâll tell you mine at leastâ-fuck.â He considers for a moment. Curiosity weighing heavier than his will to sleep at the moment, âYou ass.â
âWhat did you call meââ
âI thinkâŠâ You place two fingers on his soft lips, âOne secret is thatâŠâŠâŠ.one time, when you were out on work study you left your black tank top in my roomâŠ.andâŠ.i missed youâŠ.and i was ovulating so iâŠ.put on your tank top and âŠ.playedâŠwith myself.â
The air was thick, itâs as if Bakugo took it as he grew closer to you while speaking, there wasnât much to make him speechless but dammit thatâs a new one.
Fuck. Thatâs actually more sexier than he wants to admit right now. He crossed his legs, hoping a tent wonât form in his grey sweats and noticed your eyes wandering at every part of your room but his eyes.
âIâŠmoaned your name too.â
âYouâŠyou damnâŠ.pervert fuckâ-â His voice almost broke into a groan, looking away also embarrassed you knew he didnât mean it in a malicious way from how he looked back at you, Adamâs Apple bobbing up and down, âStop acting fucking weird. You did it. Who cares. As long as it was MY name you moaned.â
âOf course dumbass. I only want youâŠâ
Bakugo felt his ears burning, already annoyed he was flustered once he groaned, âI took your panties once.â
âWhat?â
âWhy the hell would you wear that lacy frilly shit during class in that short ass skirt? Itâs like you want those idiots to see you.â
âThat CANNOT be the reasonââ
âIT IS. If youâre ganna wear âem wear them IN OUR dorms you dumbass.â
ââŠwell.â
âWell what.â He pouts.â
âWell where the fuck are they I like wearing them after I get waxed.â
Bakugo hesitates, not wanting to actually answer mainly because he doesnât just have ONE pair of panties. But a few. âIâll show you later.â
âTch.â You mock his sounds, âEver use âem to masturbate?â
âShut the fuck up.â
You giggle, you can only imagine what his perverted ass has done with them. And the last time you seen them was in your hamper so you assumed they got lost somewhere in the laundry. Honestly itâs kindaâŠ.interesting heâs telling you this.
âDoes your partner have any noâs during?â
âIâm not calling you a bitch.â
âAw.â You sarcastically sigh, âWhy.â
âWhy the hell would I call you out your nameââ
âYou called me your slut yesterday.â
ââŠSlip of the tongue.â He crosses his arms like a child, making you giggle. âSorry.â
âNo need to apologize it was hot.â You say adjusting yourself closer to him, you could actually feel the heat from his body rise as you kept speaking, âItâs fine. Degrading isnât something Iâd need from you anyway.â
âI donât get that kink, who the hell likes to be disrespected by someone theyâŠare yâknow with.â
You shrug, you understand why certain people have kinks, but itâs hard to put in words for someone like Katsuki. Heâs a very simple man when it comes to relationships. Almost traditional and old fashion which is what charmed you the most about him. He never even called you a bitch before in any sense nor has he ever told you anything that would genuinely hurt your feelings, âSome people are just into that.â You concluded, your boyfriend looks at you with an unresolved look, but accepts it anyway. Weirdos.
âI wouldnât hit you either. Like in the face or anything. Only on the assâ
âGood because my face is too pretty for that.â Katsuki smirks at you, youâre absolutely right youâre too pretty for him to hit.
âNobody else.â
âHm?â
ââŠNobody else is allowed to join us.â
Squinting for a moment his statement clicks , âOH! No threesomes and stuff. Oh yeah of course not. If I see you with any other girl Iâll kill you and her.â
Katsuki swallowed his laughter, masking it with a clearing of his throat, your eyes not tearing from his making sure he knew you were serious. You donât scare him typically, but he knew the moments when you genuinely had an aura about you that screamed âFucking try to play with me.â And this was one of those moments. âYou look at me like I didnât just fucking say ââ
âI know.â Your voice cracked a little trying to cover up the jealous tone you were about to spew out. Just the thought of Katsuki touching another girl had you upset.
Little did you know it was the same for him with you.
âAnything else?â
âI wonât do race or age play.â
âWhat the hellâŠ?â-â
âWell I am black so obviously no and then you have age play which is just a cute way of saying you like childrenâ-â
âWHAT?â
You pause to cover up his loud mouth with your small hands, âSSSHH! Before we get in trouble again!âŠanyway moving on!â
Not wanting to argue, he takes your laptop and smacks your hand away, âWhat is something you DONT like that your partner does during sex.â
âTake my laptop away from me.â
He strikes you and look, he doesnât say anything verbally but he says âquit fucking aroundâ with his eyes, admitting defeat that he wonât give you back your laptop you sit back and think for a moment.
âEhâŠOh! I donât like that you wonât let me ride you.â
Damn it.
He had a feeling youâd say that too. Bakugo scratches the back of his neck roughly while letting out a groan. Throwing his head back a little he side eyes you, âWhy do you wanna be on top so bad. Iâm the man I shouldââ
âItâs not even about dominating you or anything you can still fuck me from below, âSuki. Youâll still have all the power.â
Bakugo has seen porn videos where the guy fucks up into the girl. Even some where the man is straight up holding the girl up and pumps her full. Itâs so erotic he couldnât even finish the video, but even though he enjoys vanilla sex, he is quite certain riding him isnât too far off from what he likes.
Besides he loves having your tits bounce in his face and feeling your nipples practically bounce into his mouth makes up of great reason.
ââŠFine. But when IâM ready.â
âYaaaayy mkayâŠ.now what is something YOU donât like about me.â
âYouâre ganna be pissed.â
Your smiles immediately transforms into a straighten line, âUh oh.â
âI donât âŠlike when you cum too fast.â
It was a bit embarrassing yet confusing to hear. Clearly that means heâs doing a good job so why â
âBecause I want to keep fucking you.â Bakugo speaks up as if he read your inner thoughts, all you could do was blink a few times at him, and he continued more, âEven though I donât cum until after you do which isnât that long, sometimes I wanna keep going. Iâve timed it, the moment I start fucking you sex only last about 6-8 minutes.â
âThatâs average. Some people are 2-3 minutes.â You spoke with an unimpressed and deadpanned voice mostly because this sounded ludicrous to you and Bakugo seen it in your expression causing him to sigh in annoyance. âShouldnât your ego be filled knowing you make me cum fast?â
âYeah, but â-fuck sue me for wanting more. And donât say some shit like Iâm a nympho or some shit because thatâs fucking disgusting and those freaks are usually only in a relationship to fuckâ-â
âOKAY OKAY CALM DOWN, BOY!â His voice kept getting louder and louder and you refused to have another write up because you have him in your dorm past curfewâŠagain. âI get it though.â
âYou want to be overstimulated.â
What? Bakugo scrunched yo his eyebrows. He never heard that term before used when talking about sex.
âOverstimulated means âŠwell⊠showing you is actually better than telling you.â
In an instant Bakugoâs furrowed eyebrows soften, his gaze transitioned from confused to darker and subtly lustful. You felt the vibe of the room change so quickly you practically had to clear your throat to make him focus again.
âSo the next questionâŠâ
âNah, show me.â He firmly shuts your computer and places it on your nightstand. Arms still crossed, âShow me what that word means or should I look up a video and figure it out myself.â
ââŠ.yâcan.â
It wasnât ideal for your evening to end like this with him, but itâs just you and your slightly horny boyfriend watching porn videos.
Whatâs the worse that can happen?
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