#IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?? TO HOOK UP W SOMEONE ATTRACTIVE? AND FOR IT NOT TO BE A THING? HOLY FUCK BRO

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I JUST WANNA FUXK AAAAAAAAAAH

[eyesonlybutterflies]

Let me show you

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘺𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: experienced!Heeseung x inexperiencedf!reader

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𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻��𝓲𝓷𝓰: smut, fuckboy!Heeseung, swearing, reader in denial of her feelings for Hee, reader also kind of oblivious, Heeseung is DOWN BADDD, jealousy if you look close enough, Heeseung is still a sweatheart, pet names (baby, darling, etc.), (neck) kissing, grinding/dry humping, very slight restraints, boob sucking, hair pulling, teasing, big dick Heeseung, oral (m and f receiving), praise, face painting, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, aftercare w gentleman!Heeseung, lmk if I missed anything

18+ 𝓜𝓝𝓓𝓘!!!

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'She was soo good, y/n. I'm telling you if she even breathes in my direction I'd 100% fuck her again,' Heeseung shamelessy confesses to you. Heeseung and you have been friends since middle school and you're both now well into college. You've finally hit the age and stage where you openly talk about your sex lifes. Well... Heeseung's sex life.

It's not that you're an unattractive woman, in fact most of your female friends praise how amazing you look in every outfit, hype you up when you need it and all in all let you know you're very attractive.

Guys just haven't seemed to notice. Or at least, not many guys. You've been on a date or two, kissed a guy, even made out with someone, but that's it. You've never had sex, never given or received head, fuck you've never even touched a clothed penis.

Hearing all these stories from your friends kills your curious nature, '𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭? 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥?' It's so bad that it's come to the point you're considering asking Heeseung to show you. I mean, he's your friend, you trust him and there are no feelings involved. It'd be a teaching moment for you and just another night for Heeseung.

Eventually you always pushed away that thought. It was just a stupid idea you had when you were horny and you chose Heeseung because he's the most attractive out of all your male friends. The first time had to be with someone you were actually into. Still, for some reason you felt the need to make him aware of your... situation.

'Hey Hee,' You shyly start. 'Mmh?' He says as he's staring at his phone, probably looking through his texts to see who to hook up with next. 'Have you never noticed I don't share my sex stories?' He stops and looks at you, 'Yeah, but I assumed you just didn't feel comfortable sharing.' 'Actually... I, I'm a virgin.'

Heeseung drops his phone in response. His eyebrows are raised and eyes so wide he looks like a deer in headlights, 'What??' 'I know it's embarrassing! I just, UGH!' You scream before grabbing a pillow and screaming into it, not being able to bare the embarrasment and too scared to make eye contact with Heeseung again.

A gentle force takes away the pillow you use to hide your face, Heeseung's face replacing the darkness of the pillow. His eyes soft, empethatic. 'Y/n, are you serious?' 'Yes and it's embarrassing, I don't even know why I told you, just forget it,' You ramble. You only had thoughts of telling Heeseung, not actually expecting you to have the balls to say it, and most certainly not Heeseung getting so close to you after your confession.

It'd have been a lot easier if he had just laughed in your face, whether it was because he didn't believe it or because he can totally understand why. Him just being a couple centimeters away from you was not what you had expected. It switched something inside you. You saw him from a different perspective, literally.

You'd never saw him as anything but your friend. Heeseung who was kind, Heeseung who made fun of you, Heeseung who took care of you when you needed someone. You never read into it too much. Why would you? He never confessed his feelings to you and it seemed like he was thinking of the next woman to fuck whilst still laying in bed with the previous woman.

But now that he's so close, you can almost look into his soul. The playboy facade almost seems to fade right in front of your eyes. However you quickly push it away. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩.

He snaps you out of your thoughts when a hand lands on your cheek, 'Did you hear what I asked you?' You were so in your thoughts you didn't even notice Heeseung asking you a question. 'N-no, sorry.' With a smile, his beautiful smile, he asks again, 'Have you ever kissed before?' 'Oh god yes I have! I'm not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 inexperienced!'

'Good, a pretty girl like you deserves appreciation.' Your cheeks flush, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺? Heeseung clearly sees your confusion and just laughs. 'You're just fucking with me! You fuckboys always say stupid shit like that!' You push him away, lowkey mad about the fact he'd play with your feelings in such an intimate moment.

Heeseung repositions himself next to you and you quickly grab a pillow to hug, both for you comfort and defense from Heeseung. 'I would never joke about that. Not when it comes to you.' Your head snaps to him, 'What the fuck is that supposed to mean?' 'Oh baby, please don't tell me you're that oblivious?' What??????

'You remember all those late nights where we would watch movies together freshman year of college because you felt homesick? God I can still remember all the songs in Mamma Mia.' 'What does that have to do with this?' 'Do you really think I'd do that with anyone else? I even cancelled bro nights with the boys to spend time with you.' 'But why are you in other women's bed every weekend?' You completely ignore the fact he basically confessed to liking you, only the other women he's been with occupy your mind.

'Because I've been waiting for you.' 'Heeseung what are you even SAYING right now?' You stand up, creating space between you two. Nothing is making sense right now. 'Y/n, I've had feelings for you since the day we met. Those feelings are still very strong, but I never dared telling you about them. I saw the way you were talking with other guys and just assumed you were hooking up, no strings attached with others and you just didn't feel comfortable telling me. So I did the same, but trust me, I wish it was you every time.'

The only thing you can do is throw your hands up to you head. Your mouth is hanging open but nothing is coming out. Everything is slowly starting to make sense. 'Why didn't you say anything?' You finally get out. All Heeseung does is stare at you. He studies your face, your body language, he's studying 𝘺𝘰𝘶. But not in a creepy way, but in a loving way. Like he's been waiting for this moment for so long and it's unfolding even better than he could have ever imagined.

'Heeseung, please talk!' You almost get frustrated, feeling tears in your eyes as you feel both confused, relieved and scared. He stands up, walks over to you and puts his hands on your waist. 'I'm sorry baby,' is all he says before he leans in to kiss you. Only he doesn't close the distance.

'Is this okay, darling?' You nearly melt into his touch as he moves one hand to your cheek and smiles. The kiss starts soft. Initially long and slow touches of your lips turn into more hungry motions as you both realise you're actually kissing each other and this isn't just a dream.

After years of yearning and denial, you're finally kissing.

And it feels good. Heeseung naturally takes the lead, licking your bottom lip as to ask for permission. You grant him that permission immediately, going in to grab his cheeks to prepare yourself for the lightheadedness he's going to give. Because if there's one thing you've learned about Heeseung's stories, it's that he knows how to kiss.

The kiss grows deeper. Heeseung pushes his lips into yours like he's a starved man. His tongue desperately searching for yours and once there's a steady, consistent rythm to your dancing tongues, something clicks in him.

Both his hands travel down to your ass and, without warning, lifts you up. A small shriek escapes out of your mouth ahead of you wrapping your legs around Heeseung. He leads the both of you back onto your bed. He very gently lays you on your back, as if you're made of marble and ready to crack at movement a little too harsh.

You wrap your arms around Heeseung's neck, letting him know you never want to change the scenery. Heeseung is so turned on by how beautiful you look under him, completely his and not wanting anything else that he's starting to moan in your mouth and slowly grind against your crotch. You push him slightly away, looking at him with large eyes, unsure of what to make of this situation.

Heeseung gets the hint and looks at you with concerned eyes, 'Is this too fast, baby?' You shake your head, gulping loudly. 'I've just never done more than making out,' you start, 'I've only kissed and made out with like 3 guys, never anything more.' 'Not even this?' He says as he presses his erection into your heat. You gasp and that's enough confirmation for Heeseung.

'Are you okay with us doing this?' Sweet Heeseung, always making sure you're okay and comfortable ever since the beginning. You nod, 'I actually... kind of want you to be my first.' Noticing his confusion you continue, 'I've been thinking about, you know, this, a lot and if I had to choose someone to do it with, I'd choose you.'

The smile that slowly creeps up Heeseung's lips give you butterflies, and not just in your stomach. 'Really?' He asks in that attractive ass expression, his eyebrow raised, a light smirk and slight sparkly eyes. You nod shyly, biting your lip to prevent yourself from saying something any more stupid. 'Well, baby, I'll make sure you won't regret this.'

Before he can resume the intimate kiss, you still slightly push him away, looking at him with doe-eyes, 'Is this gonna change us?' 'I better fucking hope it will.' The kiss picks back up right where it left off, except that it feels more intimate.

Heeseung's hands start to roam your body, starting at your cheeks, slowly going down and eventually landing on your boobs. He can feel your perky nipples through your shirt and it's making his buldge grow even tighter. 'Off,' he demands and you comply, taking your shirt off swiftly, making your tits bounce.

Sounds of you two kissing has stopped because of Heeseung's newfound focus on your boobs and looking at them in admiration. You get a little timid, never having shown them to a boy before, but as you try to hug yourself to hide them, Heeseung quickly grabs your wrists and firmly press them above your head. 'Don't hide,' he snarls, 'you're too pretty to hide.'

A warm flush spreads over your already burning cheeks. All this praise, action and physical contact making you lightheaded 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. Your tomato-red face seems to go unnoticed by Heeseung who is too busy slowly feeling your right boob with one of his hands. Not soon after his hot, wet mouth attaching to your left boob.

The sudden contact makes you gasp and your back arches slighty. Heeseung smiles against your chest, loving every second. He sucks on your nipple and as he detaches from it, he faintly lifts your boob with his mouth and makes a pop sound as he releases it again, only for it to bounce back erotically. 'Fuck you're making me rock hard,' he says before promptly going in again.

This time he's making out with your right nipple. He's slowly releasing your hands and repositions his on your waist. Whilst his mouth is busy licking your tits, sucking loudly on your nipples and moaning inbetween your tits, he's slowly grinding against your still-clothed, but slicky wet pussy. 'Baby you feel so good,' breathy sighs escape his mouth, 'I bet you feel so tight.'

One of your hands travel to his hair and holds a harsh grab. You pull his face away from your boobs and see he already has a foggy expression from just your tits. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘵. Never in your years of friendship did you think you'd end up in your bed with your hot friend who looks like he's almost cumming in his pants from just touching your breasts.

As you're pulling him back up towards your lips, a string of moans escape Heeseung's swollen lips. 'What's wrong, Hee?' You ask him with fake concern. 'I need you so bad,' he whines, 'Need to feel your wet pussy tightening around my cock.' You smirk as you let your free hand graze over his body until it lands on his crotch.

You become aware of just how horny he must be. You slowly start to rub his hard-on. Heeseung is absolutely falling apart on top of you. Every brush of a touch feels overwhelming.

'Please keep touching me.' 'Yeah you like it when I do that?' 'Yes, Y/n, and don't fucking stop.' Deep sighs and low moans are exchanged before you signal for him to lay on his back. Heeseung catches on to what you're trying to do as you lift his shirt and unbuckle his pants with the sweetest expression on your face, 'You don't have to do this if you don't want to.' 'I want to, I really do. I've been waiting for so long to do this.' Your excitement alone makes his cock twitch dangerously hard.

Just because you're inexperienced and nervous, doesn't mean you aren't the usual tease towards Heeseung. Very slowly undo his belt and even do him the honour of taking the belt off of his pants. You throw it somewhere in your room, but Heeseung doesn't care what you did with it, he just needs to get his dick out of his restricting boxers. And he will let you know he doesn't like this slow pace.

'Fuck, Y/n, stop doing that and just take it off.' You giggle, but refuse his wish. As slowly as you possibly can you pull just his pants off of him. Heeseung throws his head back as he feels less and less restraint against his dripping cock.

The only piece of clothing remaining from exposing his dick are his boxers, but even with just that you can tell how big he is. Your mouth is slightly agape as you look up at Heeseung's face. When you make eye contact Heeseung's face turns into a big smirk. He gently caresses you cheek, 'You can take it, baby. I know you can.'

Once you've built up all the courage you can, you hook your fingers around his waistband and pull his boxers down. His dick escapes immediately with a soft slap as it hits Heeseung's stomach. His balls and length are twitching from the exposure. It's veiny, very veiny. His tip is a redish pink from how long he's been hard and its slightly covered in pre-cum. He's more lengthy than girthy, but it's still wide enough where you 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 you're gonna have trouble walking the next day.

So mesmerized by his cock, you're only making eye contact with it instead of looking at Heeseung's scrunched up face. After you've stripped him free from his boxers, you slowly start to touch him. First it's a finger to see his penis bounce, then you wrap your entire hand around him, hearing Heeseung take in a sharp breath.

Slow pumps follow, unconsiously leaving your mouth hang open a little and Heeseung doesn't think twice before putting his thumb in your mouth, 'Suck on it.' You start sucking on his thumb, warming up your tongue before taking him in your mouth in a different way. Your pumps start to speed up and you're including his tip into the pumps as well.

When you hit that sensitive spot at the back of his tip just right, the most beautiful moan escapes from Heeseung, 'Your mouth, baby.' 'You think I'm ready?' 'I know you are. You're such a good girl sucking my thumb and jerking me off.' You bite your lip before gradually coming closer to his tip.

You start by licking the top of his tip, looking him deep into his eyes to see how much effect you have on him. A groan escapes his mouth, signalling for you to take more of him, and so you do. You take his entire tip in your mouth and start to swirl your tongue around it, stopping at that same sensitive spot. Moving the flat part of your tongue up and down with still just his tip in your mouth.

'Oh my fucking god,' Heeseung whimpers, 'You're sure you've never done this?' You keep bobbing your head at the same spot until you can feel his tip spasm. Without warning you start to take in 𝘢𝘭𝘭 of him. Surprised by the sudden move, Heeseung grabs your hair and unintentionally thrusts his hips upward, hitting the back of your throat, 'Shit, baby, I'm sorry.'

The words aren't reaching your ears because of the surprising pleasure you got from getting accidentally throatfucked. Something in your brain changes and you start to pick up the pace of your head movement. Heeseung is taken aback by it, but can't do anything about it since you make him feel too good.

Taking him all the way, at a quick tempo and not being used to this length has you gaggingly shamelessly. Saliva is dripping down your chin and tears are starting to form in your eyes. However you ignore all of those things. Seeing just how good you're making Heeseung feel makes you want to go harder, faster, deeper. You want him so deep in your throat, you don't even care if you get a collapsed lung.

Whilst your mouth is bouncing of his rock hard cock, you grab his balls. Massage them lightly and occasionally giving them a lick or slight sucking. 'Right there, darling. Aah shit ah,' is all Heeseung can moan. His eyes strictly on you, but his mind so far away, he's not even sure you're actually doing this to him.

'Fuck I'm gonna cum.' He groans, head thrown back, preparing for the load he's about to release. You're not sure what to do and whether Heeseung likes shooting everything down your throat or painting your face, so you keep your mouth attached to him, sucking him off through his orgasm.

Very soon after you start to feel sharp loads shoot to the back of your throat. You try to not waste a drop of his cum, but fuck he's cumming a lot. When you think he's finally done you detach your mouth from his dick, a mewl escapes Heeseung's mouth by the sudden cold.

To your surprise, he was not done cumming. A few strands of his cum land right on your face, still painting your face. Once Heeseung is back on earth and looks at you he sees you trying to wipe away the remaining cum, 'Stop.' You stop in your tracks and Heeseung sits up straight right in front of you.

One of his hands reach towards your face and his thumb is gently cleaning the spots on your face you hadn't cleaned yet. 'Open your mouth.' You obey and Heeseung puts his thumb back into your mouth, 'Good girl, cleaning up the mess you made.' Heeseung is looking at you with so much fondness, loving the fact you're just as filthy as him.

Without you having much say, Heeseung grabs your waist and makes you switch positions. 'Now show me that pretty pussy,' is all he says before sliding off your bottoms. 'Fuck, Hee, please make me feel good.' 'Don't worry about that, darling,' he gives you a quick wink as he's pulling his top off.

His warm mouth connecting with your clit sends shivers down your spine. He takes his time as he starts licking it, making sure to keep his eyes on you to confirm you're feeling every single movement. The licking slowly starts to turn into sucking as one of his fingers is teasing the walls of your hole, loving the way it's clenching down on nothing.

'Hee, oh my god yes, put it inside.' Heeseung fulfils your wish and his long fingers enter your pussy. A gasp slips out of your mouth and you clench down on him. 'Aww, baby, already too much?' 'N-No! I just, ah shit-' It's mind-boggling just how much power he has with just one finger.

At a slow pace he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you, deeper with each time he puts his finger back in your cunt. 'Hee, oh fuck, yes!' Your words slurring the deeper he pumps into you. At some point he's still fucking you with just one finger and all you do is babble, producing more sounds than words. Heeseung fucking loves you like this, so he decides to add another finger to see how you'll react to that.

The second finger enters your already tight pussy and it sends your head spinning. You constrict so tightly around Heeseung, he almost thinks you're cumming, 'Holy shit, this is what just fingers do to you, dear?' 'O-Only- fuck shit- only yours,' you manage to get out.

With the biggest grin on his face he asks, 'Mmh your fingers don't have this effect?' You shake your head. 'Shit, baby, I guess we'll just have to do this more often,' he says before diving back in. This time he takes his fingers out of you and starts tongue-fucking you.

Two hands fly to his hair, trying to pull him away, 'Too much?' You nod. 'Wanna stop?' You shake your head. Heeseung snickers against your core. While he goes back to your hole, trying to push his tongue up to your sweet spot this time, his nose brushes against your clit.

The combination of stimulation has you close. Your cunt grips to Heeseung's tongue, your hands use his hair as support and your thighs start to shake violently. Heeseung continues eating you out even through you closing your legs. His head is now stuck between your inner thighs and dripping wet cunt.

If there's one place he wants to die, it's right here.

'S-shit- gonna cu-cum!' Is the last thing you yelp before a wave of ecstasy flows through you like you've never experienced before. 'Good girl, cum on my face,' Heeseung mumbles against your core whilst still riding you through your high.

'Are you okay, darling?' You nod, mind still in another place. 'Good. Are you ready for my cock now?' A finger enters your hole. Heeseung streches you out, making sure you can still take his girth. 'Your pussy certainly is.' You look at him, he's smirking wide, waiting for your verbal consent before rocking your world.

'Please be gentle,' you say as your mind slowly gets back to earth and realisation hits you that you're really about to lose your virginity to your hot friend, of whom you could only dream of fucking. 'Always, my pretty baby.'

An even darker red blush spreads your cheeks as you push yourself up a little more straight. Heeseung notices what you're trying to do and lifts you up, firm but tender. 'Are you comfortable?' 'Yeah, are you?' Your innocent, sweet, but still dazed eyes makes Heeseung's cock twitch so hard, he has to physically restrain himself from slamming his cock deep in your pussy right now.

'Y/n, baby, I'm always comfortable with you. If you're feeling any doubt, even if it's really small, tell me. We can do this another time if you're too worn down or are having d-' You interrupt his rambling by crashing your lips onto his.

'Fuck me, Heeseung. I need you.'

That's all Heeseung needs to hear. He lines himself up with your heat, teasing you by grinding against your fold, but not entering your gaping hole. 'Hee, stop playing, fuck me.' You say exasperated.

At a steady pace he slowly enters you. Both of you are gasping. Heeseung's cock larger inside of you than you expected. Heeseung on the other hand has to restrain and repeat to himself to take it slow. He sees how you're struggling taking even a fifth of him, so he can't just slam himself inside you.

After Heeseung has completely dissapeared inside of you, he stops, letting you adjust. 'You look so gorgeous right now.' Your hands shoot up to your face. You're so red you feel like your head is about to detonate. Heeseung caresses your head, smiling from ear to ear. 'Is my pretty girl ready for me to move?' You nod and Heeseung leisurely moves out of you.

Once out of you, he enters again, but this time filling you up a bit quicker. This continues until he's just short from jamming into you. 'You okay, dear?' 'Mmh.' Your face crunches up, hands now placed on Heeseung's back. He dips down to plant a kiss on your cheek, 'You're doing so good, taking me so good.'

'Hee, harder please.' Embarrassment smeared on your face as soon as the words slip out of your mouth. 'You want it harder?' He beams, 'Didn't see you as such a dirty girl, baby.' A moan comes out as Heeseung immediately ups the pressure.

His cock hitting you against your cervix, balls slapping against cunt and heavy breaths escaping Heeseung's mouth. He's such a mess, but he doesn't want to let you know. He doesn't want to let you know how much of an effect you have on him. He usually lasts rounds without cumming, but with you? God he grips the bedsheet beside your head so tight, his knuckles turn white, he's focusing more on not cumming than to pound inside you at a consistent rate.

But when your pussy clenches down hard on him due to hitting a mind-blowing spot inside you, he drops his head in your neck. He's biting his lips hard and grips your waist to stop you from creating more friction. 'Y/n, fuck you're gonna make me cum.' One of your hands glides to his hair. You pull his face up to look you in the eyes. You want to show him how good he's making you feel, since his dick makes you unable to make sentences.

'Hee, good, so fucking good.' 'You like it?' 'Uh-huh.' You bob your head fast. Heeseung's mouth falls open, he knows he's close. You can feel he's close too and you slam your lips together, kissing him fiercly.

Like a bomb, Heeseung explodes. Shots of hot cum hitting you deep in your pussy. Your tongues stop dancing as the only thing exchanging between you two are moans. The warm liquid inside you not only gives a mouth-watering sound, but makes everything feel extra sticky as Heeseung is slowly fucking the cum out of your pussy.

Heeseung pulls back, not just his mouth but his entire body. You don't want to stop. You wrap your legs around Heeseung's waist and your hands around his neck and passionately pull him back in, 'Not done yet, Hee.' Heeseung is surprised by your almost desperate attitude, but fucking loves it.

Sloppy thumps of his cock in your pussy continue. Heeseung ignores the overstimulation. How can he when you look so pretty and fucked out underneath him? So desperate for a climax, completely ignoring Heeseung's struggle to selfishly pursue the best orgasm you've ever had

Briskly, Heeseung repositions himself where he's not laying on top of you, but able to grab your thighs and fuck you hard. And so he does. He slams hard inside you, making sure he's hitting your G-spot. He rams in at a pace that has you gasping, crying and screaming all within 5 seconds. 'You like that, huh?' 'Yes! Heeseung yes!'

As your thighs start to shake and your cunt starts to clench down on him again, Heeseung knows you're gonna have an even better orgasm than before. From the overstimulation still lingering from your previous orgasm to the delicious moans coming from Heeseung's mouth, your whole body feels like it's gonna fall apart.

'Heeseung!' You scream in a high pitch as you're send over the edge. Everything collapses; your legs close tightly around Heeseung's body, your lower body moving up in the air before falling back in the mattress for your back to arch tall, pussy contracting Heeseung's cock so hard he can barely move as it's almost making him cum again, your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth falling open with only moans and variations of Heeseung's naming falling from your lips, your hands latch on Heeseung's back and your nails digging deep into his skin, and sweat dripping down from every inch of your body.

Your head is pushed deep into the pillow with your neck strained. Once you've come back to your senses you see a proud Heeseung looking at you. His eyes shining and a smile sweet like candy. 'Knew my girl could do it.'

He slips out of you and quickly dissapears into the bathroom. Your head is still too hazy to comment something. Heeseung returns with a damp washcloth and starts cleaning you up. No words are exchanged as he cleans everything from you thighs to your face. He gently lifts you up in bridal style and sets you down on the chair at your desk. Before you can ask, Heeseung grabs a new set for everything for your bed.

When he's done he sighs, happy with himself. He grabs you a new pair of underwear and shirt and puts them on for you. You're amazed at how gentleman he is. Almost as if he can read your mind, Heeseung says, 'Only for my princess.'

Smiles are exchanged as he carries you back onto the, now freshly made, bed. You shyly close the distance between the two of you when Heeseung claims his spot next to you. Noticing your hesitation, he takes the initiative and places you on his chest. You hear his steady heartbeat in the comfortable cuddle as you both drift off to sleep.

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! <𝟑

[princesslexa444]

Part 1 of ???

Summary: You work at a new tennis club where Art Donaldson and Tashi Duncan have secret plans for you. Meanwhile, Patrick Zweig, has already direct move on you from day one. You're caught between the 3 of them before you know their history.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, extreme smut, degradation, rough bj, ass eating, etc.

Side notes: Not canon compliant, takes place when Tashi/Art/Patrick are in their 30s and reader is in her 20s.

You sat in the chair behind the receptionist’s desk at the new tennis club. Although you’d only been working here for a month, so had everyone else; the club had just opened. The courts were state-of-the-art, and many important people began coming here, including Art Donaldson and Tashi Duncan.

They came early almost every day, except when Art had a match. It was clear she was in charge, always leading him around. When they left, he always looked dejected. She often looked mad at him, and you hated to admit that you liked it, secretly wishing she’d get mad at you too.

It took exactly one month for Art to start talking to you, beyond the usual hello when they came in. Now, he always had some excuse to flirt, like needing a towel or asking about the schedule.

Of course, Tashi noticed. She probably saw him watching you before he even realized himself. But what you didn’t know was that she wanted you too. She thought he could use someone like you, someone younger and eager and not like her; it might make him better at tennis. And perhaps, she just needed to use you to blow off some steam.

Tashi devised a plan to draw you into their orbit. She began compliment you every time she came in, which always made you nervous. She was beautiful, and her husband was really attractive too. You noticed a glint of jealousy in his eyes whenever she praised you, prompting him to up his own game, unaware that Tashi had orchestrated the whole thing.

One morning, Art had lingered at your desk, striking up a casual conversation about a tennis match he had recently watched. He mentioned they were hosting a small gathering at their place that weekend and insisted you joined them. Tashi, who had come to find him, chimed in with agreement, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Flattered and curious, you agreed to come over.

Little did they know, the man they deliberately avoided at the tennis club-adjusting their schedule to avoid overlapping with his, even resorting to bribing you for information on his court reservations-had already had his hooks in you from the day the club opened.

Patrick Zweig had a different style than Art and Tashi. While Tashi was more calculated, taking her time to make her moves, and Art appeared nervous but likely had a hidden strategy, Patrick was fast and direct. On the day the club opened, he wasted no time in making his intentions known. Coming close to you, he reached across the desk to grab your hand and compliment your nails, asking for your number right then and there. You couldn’t help but say yes. How could you refuse, especially when he looked at you like that, with sweat glistening, only adding to his appeal. There was something about his rawness that drew you in.

He came to your apartment that night, and it only took 20 minutes until you were on your knees, tits out, taking his thick cock into your mouth. His head dropped back while your head bobbed up and down. He got around a lot, typically hopping from tinder date to tinder date to get a free place for the night, but he still hadn’t had anyone sucking on him with so much vigor in a long time. You were practically choking yourself on it, tears streaming down your face while he looked down at you slack-jawed.

After a few minutes you pulled off, prompting a “W-what are you-,” from Patrick that was immediately silenced when you took his balls into your mouth, moving them around with your tongue. You could tell he showered right before this, which you appreciated, but would like to experience him after he practices one day.

The gobs of spit flowed out of your mouth, getting all over your face as you nuzzled yourself into his sack. You moved back up to his cock, taking it in your hand and slapping yourself in the face with it. He grunted with approval, the spit strung out in between slaps, you went insane for it, slapping it on your tongue while you looked at him with wide eyes.

He can barely take it anymore, watching you do all the work to defile yourself on him. He takes a fistful of your hair and pulls you off, bending down to your level, whispering in your ear, “Use your words, what do you want me to do?”

You catch your breath, “Take control, Patrick, use my mouth, make me cry, be mean, hit me, spit on me, please.” You meant it all, wanted him to use you however he saw fit, wanted to be the perfect girl for him.

“Get the fuck back on my dick then,” he shoves your head down, holding it in place. He jerks in and out of your mouth, you feel the tip hit the back of your throat over and over. Your tears coated your face, spit pooling around the sides of your mouth. The gagging sounds echoed in your bedroom, it was disgusting. Patrick loved it.

Once he pulled you off for a break, you start to move your mouth further down, shifting your body under his legs, and pulling your mouth away for a second, “Can I-,” before you can finish, he eagerly interrupts with, “Yes, yes please, baby, oh my god.” He loses himself when you put your lips on his puckered hole, licking up the earthy taste, reaching around to jerk his cock at the same time.

“We haven’t even- fuck- we haven’t even kissed yet and you’re already making out with my ass, huh, dirty girl.” He says between moans. You let out a whimper at his words, your wetness pooling in your underwear. “You know, when I complimented your nails today it was because I was- fuck- picturing them wrapped around my cock.” You hum in agreement, pumping his slick cock faster, sending another jolt through his body.

He wondered where you’d been all his life, he thought maybe a girl 10 years younger than him eating his ass could help him finally forget about Tashi and Art. It wouldn’t, but he could try.

[oukabarsburgblr]

Hello! I am new, and wanted to ask 3 things for you:

1.) Is Daichi a type of yandere, and why is he obsessed with the reader?

2.) Are you maybe interested in writing JJK?

3.) Can I be 🎃 anon?

-🎃 Have nice day studying/whatever your busy doing, keep up the good work ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Hello there and 3) yes u can be 🎃 anon, reminds me of that one game kubz scouts played for days on end. Pumpkin race? The one with the time that he tried to one up haha

1) to be honest, its been a while since i wrote that fanfiction and ever since then ive been focusing on my ocs so much hshsh. I do think daichi can be classified as a psychopath. A yandere? I wouldnt say he loves the reader (during his third year) and i could say for a fact even he acknowledges he doesnt harbor romantic feelings for the reader until much later (after the training camp shenanigan) however, he did harvest some type of attraction to the reader. An unhealthy one. Where the dynamic is between an object and an owner? Not a pet or a partner, but an object instead. Something he can switch on and off, mold into his liking and reader just so happened to be a perfect victim for it. Although he does grow to be fond of you, ever since how obedient you became. So many screaming nights passed in your house.

Now came the question of why? Why did he do all of this? Why did he instigate it the second the reader came into his view? I tried explaining it in the second part of the fic. Sugawara and Asahi would have treated reader like any other first year if it werent for Daichi. Maybe suga a bit sociopathic but daichi was the match that started the flame.

I think it came from the canon fact that Daichi was the rock of the team, their anchor, their foundation. I thought of him as someone youd look up to, youd rely on but there had to be days where he wasnt feeling himself right? Where he finds all of them a tad bit annoying, but that wouldnt be nice, they were his friends after all. And you came into the picture. On a bad day, where he just felt shitty and you suddenly came stumbling into the club, making a ruckus, curse words from your mouth scratching his eardrums and a thought slipped his mind where he found you so fucking annoying. However, it wouldnt be fair to thrust all that negative energy onto you so he did what he could, ignoring you until he could cool himself down. Maybe the day after he could find himself talking to you again. Wrong. He still finds you annoying and rude. Then there was this urge that came from deep within his stomach, this feral desire to grasp at you, clench at your face, pulling your skin back so you would behave- Too much blood so no can do. He still found you annoying though, hence, the snowball rolls where he decided to just change you. Sugawara and Asahi was a massive help, pinning you into the corner until he had you cumming around his finger.

If given the chance, where there would be no repurcussions, no trace of any evidence whatsoever, Daichi Sawamura would have murdered you, killing you in cold blood and burying your body deep within the mountains. A heavy burden would lift from his shoulders and he felt like the world would work his way again. But there was no solid plan for it so he never took the chance nor thought to.

Can you tell that Daichi is my favourite? Hahaha ive said this like three times now. I loveeeee him.

2) would i ever write jjk! One of my favourite readers have requested a satosugu x bottom male reader in my inboxes and i will consider but heres the thing.

I dont watch jjk😭

Well, i did, until i dropped it. I think it was at episode 20+ on season 1. I used to be a huge shounen person but now im a slice of life fan (although they can be quite boring sometimes) i guess im more into thrillers but in a normal setting? But i know jjk characters.

I used to have an obsession w sukuna haha. Ik maki, ik zenin naoya, ik todo aoi, like ik them and ik what happened to them (rip nanami) but idk i think i have to get hooked on really well for me to watch jjk so that i can write it. We'll see deffo! But i plan to watch chainsaw man first hshshs

[fuzzymakercloudduck]

saw a fic about bandmate Abby and singer reader but I'm really obsessed with doctor Abby and I love Taylor and that video of her singing "karma is the guy on the chiefs coming straight home to me" to Travis, so now I'm obsessed w the idea of it

Famous singer!reader X doctor Abby drabble (I guess it's called drabble idk)

Living in New York and meeting her through some mutual friends, but not really talking to each other that much

She would go out with friends but the girl is a doctor, she's working hard honey

Instantly feeling attracted to her bc common she's a muscle mommy 5'10 girlie

You guys start talking more when going out and feeling such a bonding feeling so quickly

I imagine abby being the type to go with baseball hats and leather jackets with some baggy jeans (like the butch lesbian she is) and just being HOT

You are head over heels for her very quickly

Inviting her to your concert in NY and Abby being so happy to go "I wouldn't miss it" "only If you dedicate me a song " type of anwers

Inviting her to go to dinner after the concert because you want to have her kids at this point

Stalking her in all social medias (dont think shed be much active on social media but you do it anyway)

You having a cocky, kind of unserious personality and just feeling so attracted to her serious demander even though she's a sweet pie

Calling her things like love, darling, honey and watching her blush

Going home every time you see her and writing her songs

This was inspired by TS so I'm thinking Gorgeous, Gold Rush, Mastermind, I know places, style. I'm talking about talking/ hooking up stage and you just fell hard

Also being really worried about people founding out and ruining what your guys have going on, but she assures you she's staying and is so proud of your career

Once she ask you to be her gf, IMMEDIATELY writing songs like lover, dress

Once y'all in a comfortable place in your relationship talking about her every chance you got in every fucking interview (you're obsessed)

Saying things like "my gfs a doctor so I'm always safe", bringing her up in every topic. "What's your type?" "My beautiful girlfriend " . "If you were stuck in a island, who's someone you would bring?" "My girlfriend Abby, she's stuck with me"

She's bragging about you to everyone too, don't get me wrong. "How you feel being reader muse?" Some random person would ask "awesome honestly" "what's your favourite song of your gf?" And then she saying one that was definitely written about her

She's at every concert she can go to, even in a tight agenda

You trying to be home as much as possible

When you're not working, being a little of a housewife, cleaning, making her dinner, buying her flowers

She walking in front of you when there's a lot of paparazzis

You pointing at her when singing romantic songs and she going red as a tomato

Her friends mocking her for it

She giving you flowers after the concert

Letting you be bejeweled (lol sorry)

I'm literally just writing about wtv shit I wanted to read but didn't found it nowhere

[thebigbadbatswife]

Dance With Me

Pairing - Selina Kyle x F!Vigilante!Reader

Summary - Dragged to a nightclub by your friends, you find yourself at the bar drinking to try and forget someone you can’t have. There you meet Selina Kyle who promises to help you do just that.

Warnings - 18+ Content, Shameless Smut, Hook-Up, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Bisexual!Reader, Dirty Dancing, Bathroom Sex

Word Count - 2.8k

The music in the club was loud, vibrating throughout your entire body and making it almost impossible for you to think. You hadn’t wanted to come out tonight, at least not as a civilian, but your friends had more or less dragged you out of the door. They meant well. They always did. They had wanted you to get out there and finally meet someone, telling you that you had been single for long enough. What they didn’t know was that you had already met someone and that the only thing stopping you from being with her was the damn law.

Throughout the night several men and a couple of women had approached you and offered to buy you a drink, but you had turned all of them down. They had all been attractive and if it wasn’ for the turmoil you were in you would have certainly been open to taking one of them home. Instead, all you could think of was how soft Catwoman’s lips were, how her muscular body had felt pressing into yours as her fingers had made you feel so good. It had been weeks since you had last crossed paths with her and your body yearned for her touch.

Your friends had left you at the bar. They had wanted to go dancing with the guys that they had met. You couldn’t care less, all of your focus was on drinking, hoping that the alcohol would drown out all of your thoughts of her. Not that it was helping. All you wanted was to leave the club, grab your suit and go out on patrol, but with the amount of alcohol coursing through your veins you knew that wasn’t a good idea. It would be a very good way to get either seriously injured or killed. So you were better off staying here, drinking and hoping that you would somehow find a way to move on.

You brought your glass to your lips, frowning when you found that it was empty. You were about to call the bartender over for another drink when she placed a glass in front of you and gestured to a woman at the end of the bar. She had long, wavy black hair and wore a black low cut top with a matching mini skirt and heels. She saw you looking and winked, a smirk playing on her red painted lips.

“Return to sender, like the other ones?” the bartender asked you.

You shook your head. “No. I’ll accept this one,” you replied, reaching for the glass. If you wanted to move on, you needed to put some effort into doing so and you decided that this would be your first step. Finally accepting a drink from someone who wanted to buy you one. It was the same drink that you had been drinking all night; she must have been watching you for a while. The bartender nodded and left you to attend to other customers.

As you sipped on the drink, savouring the taste and deciding to slow down your intake as you didn’t want to be stumbling home, you felt someone come up to the bar next to you. You didn’t have to turn your head to know that it was the woman who had brought you the drink.

“Now, the only reason I can think that a beautiful woman like you is drinking as much as you are is because someone’s broken your heart,” she said.

You let out a bitter laugh. “I imagine that a broken heart would be a lot easier to get over.”

“So it’s someone that you can’t have.”

You nodded. “Our lives are far too different for it to ever work out.”

You didn’t know why you were so freely spilling your love life to a complete stranger. It was likely the alcohol, but you felt like you could say anything without fear of any judgement… Okay, it was definitely the alcohol.

“I went through something like that a few years ago. It sucks when you know it’ll never work out no matter how much you might want it to.”

You almost couldn’t believe what she was saying. How could a woman as stunning as her not be able to have the person she wanted? Before you could say anything, she set her empty glass down onto the bar surface and spoke again.

“Fortunately for you that means I know exactly how to help you get over them. Come on.” She pushed away from the bar and began to move toward the dance floor.

You didn’t understand it. She didn’t even know you. Hell you had no idea what her name was. Why was she so interested in helping you try and forget the one person who had plagued your thoughts for months on end? The best way to find out was to follow her. So you set the glass down and did exactly that. As soon as you were close enough, she grabbed hold of you and pulled you with her.

“I don’t get it,” you shouted over the music.

“Don’t get what?”

“Why are you so interested in helping me? I don’t even know your name!”

She laughed loudly. “I’m Selina and I hate seeing gorgeous women sad.”

First beautiful, now gorgeous. You could feel your cheeks heating up. You weren’t used to people complimenting you, let alone from a woman that was so beautiful you wouldn’t be surprised to find out that she Aphrodite.

“And you are?”

You gave her your name and she repeated it. You really liked the way it sounded on her tongue. “Dance with me,” she encouraged you.

Selina was captivating as she danced, her hips swaying in time to the beat. You wanted to dance with her, to feel her body against yours, but you hesitated. You weren’t big on dancing because you didn’t think that you were very good at it. At the same time you didn’t want to back out now. So, you did your best to dance with her and move in time with the beat. She giggled and shook her head.

“You’re thinking too much, gorgeous.” Her hands settled on your hips and she got you to move with her. “Ignore everyone else, let go and have some fun.”

With the mixture of the alcohol in her veins and her encouragement, you did manage to let go.

“That’s it,” she purred.

Selina moved her body closer to yours, practically grinding against you. Your confidence was certainly starting to grow by the minute as your hands settled onto her waist. Your bodies were so close together you could feel the heat coming off of hers.

In the low light of the club you could see the sweat beading on her skin and feel her hot breath fanning across your skin. Her lips suddenly brushed against your neck, making your breathing hith and your body tense. She pulled away, giving you some space, in case that she had accidentally made you uncomfortable or you weren’t ready for anything more than some racey dancing.

The last thing that you wanted was space.

She had wanted to help get over the woman tormenting your thoughts and it definitely seemed to be working.

You pulled her even closer to you and pressed your lips against her, hoping that you had read her intentions correctly. She kissed you back eagerly, sending excitement and heat rushing through you. You continued dancing with each other, sharing kisses here and there. Each kiss was making you want more and more.

A gasp left your lips when you felt one of her hands pressed up against your cunt, feeling you through your jeans. It was dark enough and your bodies were so close together that you doubted that anyone could see what she was doing. Still, a thrill ran up your spine at the thought of someone potentially spotting the two of you.

Mischief glinted in Selina’s eyes and an unspoken question hung in the area. You nodded, answering it.

Before you knew it, she was dragging you off of the dance floor. She led you through the club and pulled you into the nearest bathroom, where she pushed you up against the wall. The tiles were cold, sending goosebumps across your skin and making your nipples hard.

Running your hands through her hair, you kissed her hungrily. As your tongues explored each other’s mouths, she continued to rub you through your jeans. Your hips bucked, your body eager to finally have someone other than yourself finally touching you. She chuckled, her eyes shining with amusement.

“Eager, aren’t we,” she stated, applying more pressure to make you gasp. “How long has it been since somebody last touched you, baby?”

“Few weeks,” you replied, somehow keeping your voice steady.

She didn’t say anything, just hummed in response as her head ducked down and started to kiss your neck. As her lips attacked your neck, her hand slid between your bodies and popped open the button on your jeans. Her hand slipped into your underwear. Your body jolted slightly as her fingers easily slid through your lower lips. She smirked against your skin at the knowledge of how wet you were already. The way she had grinded against your body had really worked you up.

“My, you’re absolutely dripping. I’d better take care of you then, hmm?” Her voice was like honey, sickeningly sweet and impossible to resist.

“What if someone walks in?” you asked, eyeing the door over her shoulder. You didn’t fancy getting arrested for public indecency.

She agreed with you as she removed her hand from your underwear. Grabbing hold of your wrist, she pulled you into the end cubicle and locked the door. It was rather cramped with the two of you in the cubicle, but that just meant that her body had to stay pressed up against yours; which you didn’t mind at all.

Her hand quickly returned to its place inside of your panties. Two of her fingers parted your lower lips once again and slid upwards to your clit. You moaned softly as she started to rub it. Her other hand was preoccupied with fondling your breast through your shirt while her lips returned to kissing your neck. You ran your fingers through her hair again while your free hand slid down her back, to her ass, which you squeezed earning you a gasp from her.

Selina’s fingers moved away from your clit, making you whine at the loss of pressure. You didn’t mourn for long as her fingers pushed inside of you. She easily located your g-spot, making your head rest back against the bathroom tiles as you took a shuddering breath.

“Fuck!” you gasped. Your walls squeezed her fingers as she massaged that sweet spot deep inside of you, stimulating every nerve in your body, making your back arch. Even though the music of the club, which you could still feel thrumming through the walls, would likely drown out your moans, you still fought to keep them quiet. You really didn’t want to risk it.

Though the alcohol and her fingers were turning your brain to complete mush, you didn’t want to be selfish. You hated selfish lovers and that was the last thing you wanted to be. You wanted Selina to feel as good as she was making you feel. The position and lack of space made it awkward, but you did your best. You moved your hand from her ass and to the front where you lifted her mini skirt. She shifted her position and stopped toying with your nipples to help you. With her skirt out of the way, your fingers trailed up her smooth, muscular thigh, before finally reaching her thong. It was your turn to smirk as you found it absolutely soaked.

Hooking your fingers underneath her thong, you moved it to the side and out of your way. Covering your digits in her slick, you glided them through her lower lips to her clit, rubbing tight circles against the engorged nub. Her breathing stuttered and the grip she had on your hips tightened. A moan breached her lips as you experimented with pressures and speeds, figuring out what she liked the most.

Keeping quiet was becoming almost impossible so you began to kiss again.

With your bodies pressed together and your tongues in each other’s mouths, swallowing down your moans, every breath was becoming harder. You didn’t care for oxygen right now. Not when your body was feeling so hot as she brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. Eventually your need to breathe won out and you were forced to break the kiss. Untangling your fingers from her hair, you used your hand to cover your mouth, muffling a moan that would have given you away had anyone been in the bathroom.

Your orgasm came suddenly, taking you by surprise as your body shook and writhed against her. Selina came soon after you, burying her face in the juncture between your neck and shoulder in an attempt to silence her own satisfied sounds.

You collapsed against the wall and she collapsed against you. Your legs were shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. You were sure that you looked a mess, covered in lipstick with sweat making your skin shiny. Once you were both able to stand without any support she moved away from you and focused on fixing her skirt. Selina didn’t look much better than you imagined yourself to look. Her skin was flushed, her hair messy and she barely had any lipstick legs on her lips. What lipstick she did still have on was smeared around her lips rather than on them. She was still one of the most stunning women you had laid eyes on.

You were about to say something when she examined her fingers, that you now realised were still glistening with your release. Keeping hold of your gaze, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. Damn, just when you thought she couldn’t get any hotter than she already was.

“Delicious,” she purred. She leaned in once more to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. “You’d better cleaned up,” she told you as she unlocked the cubicle door and left. “Can’t go out there looking like that!” Her tone was lighthearted and playful, making you smile. It wasn’t long before you heard the tap running.

You looked at your own fingers that were still covered with her slick. You raised them to your mouth and licked them. The taste was salty and tangy and you suddenly wished that she had dragged you to a hotel instead of the bathroom.

After your jeans were finally done back up , you exited the cubicle yourself. As expected, Selina was at the sink, still in the process of making herself decent again. She looked at you in the mirror and winked. That was when you finally saw yourself. Your mouth, neck and even your top had red lipstick smeared everywhere.

“Damn, I’m a mess,” you chuckled as you approached the sinks. You pulled some paper towels out of the nearby dispenser and wet them so you could start wiping the lipstick off.

“Come here,” she suddenly said, taking the wet paper towels from your hand and wiped at the spot you had missed on your jaw.

“Do you help all of your hookups clean up?” you asked.

“Only the ones I wouldn’t mind seeing again,” she replied.

“We’re going to be seeing each other again?” You wouldn’t lie. You really liked the idea of seeing her again.

“Definitely.” She pulled away and checked you over. “There, all done.”

As she discarded the paper towels, you looked yourself over in the mirror. Your face and neck were now all clean of any lipstick. The same, however, couldn’t be said for your top, which still had lipstick on it. You weren’t bothered by it. You were sure it would come out in the wash.

“You should really put a passcode on your phone.”

You spun around as your hand flew to the pocket of your jeans that you usually kept your phone. “When did you—?”

“While I was cleaning the lipstick from your jaw,” she interrupted you as she handed your phone back. “I was adding my number,” she explained. Before you could reply, she kissed your cheek. “I’ll be waiting for that call.” And, once again, before you could reply, she was gone.

You turned your phone on and the screen opened up onto your new contact. You smiled at the note she had left on the contact telling you not to leave her waiting.

Maybe moving on wasn’t as difficult as you had previously thought.

[matthewscherrypie]

༊*·˚ the cut that always bleeds.. 🩸🩹 M.S

W A R N I N G S: angst, situationship, sex, alcohol, smoking, kinda toxic Matt?, fighting, swearing, no happy ending

S U M M A R Y: friends with benefits with Matt turns into the biggest heartbreak you’ve ever experienced when you catch feelings but he doesn’t.

THIS IS MY WORK, MY IDEA, NO STEALING !!

4 months ago..

Matt’s hands roamed all over my body, touching every crevice on me, while he pumped in and out of me repeatedly, it was a heavenly feeling I could not get enough of.

After that night, we both agreed it would not be the last time.

It just kept happening, i would find myself in his bed almost every night, and i would find us hooking up at every party we showed up to together.

We agree’d no strings attached, but I can’t help but fall for him more and more every day.

Now..

Matt cleans you up with the rag that was already laying on his floor from yesterday, “I think I’m gonna go” you say, as he stands up and throws the rag in the laundry.

“Why?” He asks. Deep down in your head you know why. You cannot lay on his chest while he plays with your hair again, you cannot go on another late drive to get food and have a deep talk together again, you just can’t.

Your heart falls in love with him a little more every time you spend time with him, “i just need to leave” you say.

“Well okay, bye y/n.” He says while kissing your cheek.

You let out a quick “bye” while tying on your shoes and heading out the door.

You get in your car and start heading towards your apartment which you shared with your best friend Ava.

Ava was the only one who knew about your feelings for Matt, and it was gonna stay that way. Right..?

🎶 I can’t be your lover on a leash, every other week when you please. 🎶

“I just can’t do it anymore Ava” you say while eating ice cream sitting on your shared couch. “I wanted nothing more but to just hold him and kiss him but I know if I would, it would just kill me even more.”

“You have to let him go” Ava says, “no no, I can get over these stupid feelings I know I can.” “I just can’t let him go” you say.

You feel a buzz in the pocket of your baggy sweatpants, you grab your phone to see it’s Matt.

“You have to ignore him girl” Ava says. “I know” you say.

No matter how much it pained you you know Ava is right. So you do just that, you ignore him.

Next thing you know you hear your phone start buzzing again, this time Matt is calling you.

You cant help yourself so you pick up.

“Hello?” Matt says with a confused tone in his voice

“Hey” you say.

“Why didn’t you answer my text?” Matt says, sounding almost concerned.

“I just didn’t, why do you care so much” I say.

I dont wanna be rude, but if I wasn’t then I know I would end up just acting like his little side hoe again, and I couldn’t keep doing that.

“Wow someone’s grouchy” he says.

“Matt what do you want, why did you call”

“Why are you getting so upset with me?” Matt says.

“Did I do something”

“Matt just leave me alone.” I say while hanging up.

- - -

🎶 cause you keep me on a rope, and tied a noose around my throat. 🎶

Fuck me. I think to myself, as I stand in this random persons house, at a party I was invited too last minute.

“Cmonnn, you gotta loosen up a bit” Madi says. I know she’s right, but all I wanna do is look for Matt and lay on his chest while his soft gentle fingers run through my hair.

“Maybe you could find someone else to hook up with even” Ava says. “Okay..fineee” I say.

While glancing around the room trying to find someone at least a little attractive, I see Matt with a random blonde tracing his tattoos and giving him “fuck me” eyes.

I move my eyes down a little bit and see his hand on her ass. Fuck, I think to myself.

As the tears start forming at my eyes, I feel my chest start to tighten.

I run through the crowd trying not to make it obvious that I’m upset, until I find a door and open it, only to find 2 random people fucking each other. “Sorry!” I say while storming out.

I find another door and open it, thank god nobody’s in this one. My back hits the door and I slide down it while heavy sobs escape my mouth.

I hear a knock at the door, “hey y/n you in there?” I hear from a familiar voice, Matt’s voice.

I try to stay silent but then once I feel the door push my back foward, I realize that I forgot to lock the door.

“What’s wrong, baby?” The words escape his mouth so easily, yet effect me so much.

“I’m fine, Matt really just leave me alone” I say.

“No, what is wrong? It’s obvious I did something.” He says.

I’m in love with you Matt. I wanna say, but of course, I don’t.

“Did you not fin- fuck y/n you didn’t finish did you.” He says.

“Oh my god Matt yes I fucking finished dumbass” I say.

“I think you just need to loosen up” he says, picking me off the ground gently

Before I know it, he turns me around an slams me against the door

He slowly lifts up my dress with his hands, and moves my underwear to the side.

Without a warning, he inserts 2 fingers into me. “Fuck matt” I say.

“Now.. you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He says.

“It’s nothing I’m just going through a tough time right now” I say, breathing heavily and trying not to moan.

- - -

🎶you know what your doing when your coming back, and I don’t wanna have another heart attack🎶

He puts my clothing back on, kissing all over my body. “So pretty” he says. “And your all mine” he says. Killing me

“fuck I love you” he says. Killing me.

I agree to go back to his house and hangout for a bit. I knew I shouldn’t, but at the end of the day he is also my best friend and I just missed it.

“you know, i enjoy fucking, but I also just enjoy your presence and hanging out with you.” He says while rubbing my thigh. Killing me.

“Yeah me too” I say. “Then why have you been so distant?” He says. I know I shouldn’t admit anything, but maybe he deserves to know something at least.

“Well when we were at the party earlier, and I saw your hand on that girls ass” “I kinda got upset and I-“ I say before he cuts me off

“Y/n, we never agreed to not seeing other people.” “We are just friends with benefits right?” He says.

“Right.” I say. Killing me

- - -

🎶 but even though your killing me, yeah 🎶

Everything he is doing is killing me. The kisses and praises he leaves all over my body after sex killed me.

Every time I seen him go on a date, or dancing with another girl at a party killed me.

But most importantly, every time he has to remind me that we are just friends kills me.

I know this is not good, I know leaving his house bawling my eyes out was not good for me.

Everyone tells me I need to tell him. My therapist, my friends, even his brothers, which now know about my feelings because I mean come on it’s pretty obvious.

It could be the fact that it’s midnight, or the fact that that I smoked 2 j’s, but i think its time to tell him.

I get into my car, put some music on and before I can think I start driving.

- - -

I arrive at his door, and immediately knock. Nick & Chris don’t stay up that late but Matt does so Matt answers the door.

“Hey y/n, you didn’t tell me you were coming”

“I know” I say. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah sure” he says. Opening the door wider for me to come in.

We arrive to his room, and the tension is high. He can tell something’s off, and my heart is pounding out of my chest.

“Y/n what the fuck is wrong?” “You ignore me, and then we have sex and you don’t let me even hold you!”

“I don’t fucking understand, you say your going through a tough time but you don’t tell me anything!” He says.

“Matt it’s cause I’m fucking in love with you.” I say.

…. The silence is a unbearable amount of loud and the air becomes even more tense if that’s possible

“Every time you kiss me it kills me because I know we won’t ever be able to do that without fucking.”

“Every time you hold me, it kills me because I know your just doing it because you just nearly took my ability to walk away.”

“Every time you call me yours it kills me because I know that I’m not, and I never will be”

“I thought maybe if I ignored you it would get better and these feelings would pass but the more I ignored you the more it hurt and I couldn’t take it anymore” I say.

“I can’t just fucking be your lover when you want me to be, and then see you eye fucking a ton of other girls at parties” I say

“You don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve me. I caught feelings and this is all my fault.”

“But I also don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve to feel like I’m getting stabbed anytime I come near you.” I say while leaving his room and slamming the door on my way out.

My chest feels tighter then it ever has, but I also somehow feel relieved. I finally let it out, I don’t feel so locked up anymore.

I run out of the house ignoring all of the “y/n wait!” “Y/n comeback” s that come out of his mouth.

- - -

🎶 beat my heart to black and blue 🎶

When I arrive home, I walk in sobbing and Immediately drop to the floor.

“Oh my god y/n what happened” Ava says.

I am on the verge of passing out, everything around me is tuned out and my eyes are blurry, quite frankly I don’t know how I survived the drive home. I felt light headed and like I was about to puke.

“Y/n stay with me, everything’s going to be okay” Ava says.

- - -

Everything from that night is a blur. I know what happened and I know what I did, but all the details are erased from my brain.

My room reeks of alcohol, weed, and just disgustingness considering I haven’t cleaned my room, nor got out of my bed for 4 days.

I haven’t gotten any messages from Matt, he hasn’t came here, he’s just gone.

There’s been music blaring in my room for 3 hours straight, the songs going from sad, to chill, to hype music where I start convincing myself I’m over it until it turns back into sad music again.

“The cut that always bleeds” by Conan Grey turns on, and I immediately turn it all the way up.

This song can explain me and Matt’s relationship more then I can, and I can’t listen to it without bawling my eyes out.

“Oooh, oooh, but even though your killing me” I sing while my head lays back on my headboard

Tears start streaming down my face, Matt’s shirt I haven’t token off for 4 days getting soaked from my tears.

“I need you like the air I breath”

“I need, I need you more than me.”

No matter how much I don’t wanna admit it, I need Matt more then anything. I need his hands rubbing all over me, i need his lips against mine, I need our hands interlinked. I need him………

…. The end.

A/N, this is my 2nd fic ever, I think this fic is way better then my 1st one, but I still don’t know if I would consider it good, anywho I love the cut that always bleeds but I can’t listen to it without crying so I thought why not make a fic about it!! I love angst and couldn’t wait to write it so I did just that. Hope you enjoyed!! 😋😋

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

I'm older than you and I've never been in a relationship so I understand it.

How do you feel? I'm another bloomer ig 😂😂😂

oooh, this is a deep question and I love it, it's 2am here so perfect time for some deep thoughts and pondering.

in Australia, the average age ppl get into their first relationship and start having sex is between 15-17 and I'm over 25 and never been in a relationship and a virgin so I'm past late bloomer territory..

i'm in the 'the leaves have crumbled up and dried' territory.

I feel like as a female, it is more 'acceptable' for a woman to be a late bloomer than a man, I feel like there's less judgement and pressure b/c women in society are deemed more romantic and more likely to wait for 'the one'.

So I guess I'm lucky there,

It's just more lonely and frustrating than anything else b/c I don't have any good excuse or reason to be a late bloomer other than I just haven't met or had anyone that has found me romantically attractive or want to pursue a relationship.

And yeah, I have initiated and shown interest to ppl who've I've had crushes on in the past and have been turned down.

I used to struggle with it a lot and I occasionally still do but not as much with feeling like I'm being punished or feeling like there's something wrong with me by not having romantic/sexual experience at my age when I am attractive, educated and emotionally available and committed.

I'm not religious, nor am I waiting for marriage or practicing abstinence so it's rlly just a 'it hasn't happened yet' kinda situation.

I am also demisexual so that inability to have sex w/o an emotional connection further diminishes my opportunities for romantic relationships where hook-up/one night stand culture is so prevalent and preferred right now.

I was having this discussion with a friend and I think a part of that is when I was growing up, I was only told that men would never reject a woman's advances and interest b/c they're easy so when I've asked out guys in the past and they've turned me down it's like wtf??

am I not doing something right as a female? what's going on here?

I feel like the biggest insecurity I have now with it is when I will be in my first ever relationship and having to reveal that I am a virgin b/c that's not considered 'attractive' by Australian standards- it's expected of me to have a lot of experience at my age being a female.

And also b/c 'virginity' in Australia (at least where I live in Australia) is actually a bit of a turn-off for most men the same age as me- I have friends and have watched tiktoks and heard conversations in public about how they don't want to be with a virgin b/c it's too much of an 'effort' to be someone's first time or they don't want to have to 'train' that person or they don't want to be with a virgin b/c the sex will be bad.

which is just absolutely disgusting imo and so low-effort and I would never want to be with someone who views 'virginity' as burdensome but I know statistically that at my age, it is more likely that my future partner will be more experienced than me and I just hope that my enthusiasm, understanding of what I desire and like and my openness in trying new things will be enough.

So yeah, it is lonely and frustrating and makes me feel slightly insecure but I don't regret it b/c I feel like I have saved myself a lot of emotional pain and anguish by being a 'late bloomer'.

I just hope I experience a long-term romantic relationship before I turn 40 b/c I just can't wait that damn long.

[kyriethesquishysquid]

Betrayal Never Felt So Good (König/Fem!Reader) Chapter 5

You can find Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, Chapter 3 here, Chapter 4 here, and Chapter 6 here!

Word count: ~9.5k

Rating: Mature

A/N: Lots of slice-of-life fluff, and of course, some lovely smut to level out that sweetness as well. In the next chapter or two, we will be confronting some more serious topics so let’s enjoy these fun times for now! Also, I’m sorry this turned out so long but I hope it makes up for the lack of posting this week!

Fun fact, there’s a little scene in here where the reader reminisces on discovering that König liked that she was plus-sized. You CANNOT convince me that the giant that is König wouldn’t love a woman he knows he can throw around without hurting, someone with a little extra curve for his massive hands to hold onto. If you disagree, shhhh. It’s my HC and let me be delulu lol. 

Also also, if you’re interested in hearing the song referenced on the car ride, I’ll link it here! Any of my mask/obsessive/stalker kink lovers will get a kick outta the video I think. 🤭 The lyrics match obsessive König to a fucking T babes!

TW: IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ AS THERE ARE NEW POSSIBLY TRIGGERING KINKS!

Discussions of weight and being chubby - both in a positive and negative light. Reader has to confront anxiety and bad feelings. Reader’s sexuality has never been talked about but in this chapter, it alludes to her being -at the very least- slightly attracted to a woman. Lots of emotions. THE L BOMB! Smut, oral, rough sex, face sitting, multiple orgasms, size kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, dom/sub, creampie, BREEDING KINK AND BREATH PLAY! I promise those two trigger warnings will not be used often, so if those aren’t your cup of tea you can easily skip over the end of the smut in this one! Pet names (in English and German), bad German translations bc I’m STILL a lame monolingual American, and STILL no beta because we die like jackass Graves.

Crappy Translations:

Arschloch - Asshole

Dummköpfe - Fools/Idiots

Maus - Mouse

Schatz - Darling

Liebling - Love

Süßes mädchen- Sweet girl

Scheiße - Shit

Du hast keine verdammte Ahnung, wie sexy du bist - You have no fucking idea how sexy you are

Ich würde die Welt für dich niederbrennen - I would burn down the world for you

Weißt du, wie sehr ich dich füllen möchte? - Do you know how much I want to fill you?

Du würdest so schön aussehen, wenn du mit meinem Baby schwanger wärst - You would look so beautiful pregnant with my baby

Oh, verdammt, ich komme! - Oh, fuck, I’m coming

“What are the chances we are together again, hmm?” Amy asked, grinning as she bumped her elbow against yours then whispered, all conspiratorial, “Not that I’m complaining. It’s good to have another woman around these meatheads.”

“Right?!” you groaned back to the redhead, eyes darting to said men loading up the SUV, “They must have noticed what a badass team we make when it comes to paperwork.” 

“Alright, chatty Kathy, let’s get it goin’.”

Max hooked an arm around your neck as he walked by and dragged you to the vehicle with him, not releasing his hold no matter how hard you fought until right at the doors. 

“I can fucking walk by myself you know?” you bit out with red cheeks.

He snickered and retorted, “I’ve seen you walk into glass doors before, kid, I don’t trust a single thing you do.” 

There was a sense of satisfaction at the guttural groan he released when your elbow landed perfectly in his gut and you took the chance to jerk the front door open, hopping in and locking it before he could do anything about it. 

“I call shotgun,” you sang gleefully. 

When the driver-side door opened, you couldn’t bite back the smile that grew on your lips, trying to hide it with a little cough instead as König slid his massive frame into the too-small spot. You’d never seen him in a “small” vehicle before, much less the driver seat. It was amusing to watch him mutter little German curses under his breath as he adjusted the seat back until his long legs were comfortable and his head wasn’t crammed against the ceiling.

“Coulda let me drive,” Horangi called from the very back row, seated next to Luke, your other teammate.

You grinned as König simply tossed the operator a scathing glare before finally starting up the SUV.

“Alright, let’s get this road trip on the way!” Amy cheered from her seat behind König.

“You know this isn’t actually a road trip, right?” Max teased her.

“You know you’re annoying, right?”

Eyes brows lifting in surprise, you watched as the two began playfully arguing. Soulless Ginger, Meathead, and other tasteful nicknames were tossed back and forth as they bit into each other verbally. They’d been like this since your teams had met up this morning and you were almost one hundred percent certain it was instant sexual tension that caused it. 

Your gaze traveled to König and you subtly tilted your head back to the duo, silently asking if he was thinking the same thing as you. The only answer you got was a slight shrug before he handed his phone your way. 

“Put some music on to drown out those dummköpfe,” he instructed you quietly. 

A wave of something sweet and longing warmed your chest as you unlocked his screen to open YouTube. It was domestic, really. This was the most normal thing you’d done with him in the entirety of your relationship. Sure, it was all a guise to cover up the mission your teams were on, but you were going to soak up every last drop of normality. 

When you were first approached with the mission details, you were worried about being in such close proximity to König around others for so long, but then Graves had made it clear that you all were going undercover, as a group of friends camping out in the woods for a few drunken nights of fun while in reality, you would be gathering intel on an Ultranationalists’ base deep in the valley. That meant you were free to do whatever it took to sell your cover from the time you left base until you all made it safely back home. This afforded you two some leeway. Friends could talk. Friends could hug, lean against one another, and enjoy each other's company. Sure, you couldn’t just kiss him in front of everyone, but being able to spend time with him was honestly just as good. 

Max’s cry of pain tore you from your inner thoughts and you quickly brought up one of your new favorite artists, a German rapper you had rediscovered while deep-diving to learn more of the language in hopes of impressing König. As the first heavy notes of Devilish Polo’s Bei Dir hit, you locked the phone screen and set it down on the console, letting your gaze turn out the window as the music filled the vehicle. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like it had interrupted Amy and Max’s little lover’s quarrel but at least it covered the noise for the most part. As the first hook ended, you could practically feel König’s eyes on you, as heavy as ever when you started singing along with the first- and your personal favorite- lyrics of the main verse.

“Du weißt, du kannst nicht entkommen, Bin für immer in dei'm Kopf.” &lt;em>(You know you can't escape, I'm in your head forever.)</em>

Your German wasn’t anywhere near perfect but it was passable enough after practicing, enough that he would understand that you knew what you were saying. You turned to face him when his gaze got to be suffocating but you couldn’t hide the satisfied little grin curling up the edges of your lips.

“Problem?” you asked sweetly.

It’s clear he was itching to say something, his sharp blue eyes dark and heavy as they flicked from the road back to you, and you watched contentedly as his big hands tightened around the steering wheel. 

“Interesting song choice,” is all he muttered after a moment. 

You gave a little hum of agreement and replied, “Yeah, I found it a couple weeks ago. I <em>really</em> like the lyrics.” 

You know you were laying it on thick but the way his hips subtly shifted in his seat and the little “Scheiße” let you know you’d hit your intended target. It had been a guess, albeit an educated one, but something told you he would enjoy a song about possession and obsession as much as you did, especially considering it was in his native tongue. From the moment you had heard it and translated the lyrics, you’d been dying to share it with him, mind filled with images of your bodies coming together to the beat. 

A hand over yours dragged you out of the deep dirty recesses of your mind and your eyes widened slightly before you schooled your expression. The way you were angled with your hand resting down against the cupholders, there was no way any of them could see your hands together unless Max or Amy leaned forward really far. Your heart thumped heavily in your ears as you carefully turned your hand so your fingers could intertwine with his, breath catching when he squeezed a little too tight before releasing back to a comfortable hold. 

“Warte nur, bis ich dich später erwische,” he rumbled lowly, eyes narrowing as he watched the road. 

You weren’t sure what he said but god did it ever make you wanna say fuck the mission and drag him to the nearest hotel. Unfortunately, reality struck with the loud laughter of the four in back, as Amy screeched about throwing Max out of the car if he didn’t stop and he retaliated with a threat of cutting her hair in her sleep. As annoying as the random outbursts were, you were still on cloud nine. König at your side, friends and acquaintances having a good time in back, it just felt… right. As you rubbed your thumb along his, you couldn't help but question if maybe one day he’d actually want to leave the military life so things like this could become more common. 

…

“You’re sure this is okay?” you questioned for the fifth time, cradling the bottles of vodka close to your chest for safekeeping. 

“For the last time, yes!” Max groaned, “This first night is practically R&R before the real shit starts. We might as well live it up while we can, brat.”

It felt wrong to be allowed to drink while on a mission but he did have a point, as insufferable as it was to admit that. Admitting defeat with a small nod, you waved him off and continued to the other drinks, set on grabbing a couple chasers and waters to last you through the night. 

Your intense studying of the sodas was broken by a sudden grunt as your hand came into contact with something soft when you swung the door open. Lips parting in shock, you looked over and found the something soft to be a man. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you-”

He chuckled deeply as he made a show of rubbing his stomach but muttered, “It’s fine.” 

“No, it’s not, really!” you groaned, shutting the door and stepping in closer, “Did I actually hurt you? I don’t think I could cause any lasting damage but I <em>am</em> a nurse so I could check it out?” 

Concern for his well-being shifted suddenly into concern for yourself when he grabbed the hand reaching out for him and placed it on his stomach, now firmer than before as if flexing to show off. Heh. If only he knew that your boyfriend could break his spine in one fell swoop.

“See, no harm done,” he said brightly, “Besides, it’s not every day I can say that I got literally hit on by a woman as hot as yourself.” 

You instinctively jerked your hand away into your chest and forced on a weak smile. 

“Uh, thanks. I’m- I’m glad you’re not hurt,” you sighed, “If I can pay for your drinks or something to make up for it…?” 

Brows burrowing over his dark green eyes, he took a step closer, a pensive expression crossing his face. 

“Now that you mention it, you could make it up to me by letting me take you out for a drink.”

Of course. Fucking hell. You tried to politely decline him, explained that you weren’t from the area when he pushed even harder, and even offered to just throw cash his way, but none of it was working. 

“Look, I have a boyfriend and-”

“Where’s he at then, because I don’t see him?” he asked, voice deepening with something dangerous as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“He’s outside, he’s-”

Before you could finish your sentence, the man let out a shriek much higher pitched than you’d ever imagine coming out of him. As soon as your eyes opened, you found König pinning him to the cooler door. 

“H-Hey man, we- we don’t gotta do this,” the creep tried weakly. 

König’s eyes softened as they looked over you and he asked, “You okay?”

“Better now,” you replied, sliding over to rest your palm against his lower back, “He’s not worth it.” 

The noise he let out was a clear indicator that he completely disagreed with your statement but you could feel the way some of the tension seeped out of his muscles as you started to rub his back. 

“Come on, let’s just get back on the road,” you urged.

When he finally released the guy, the smaller man nearly tripped over himself as he tucked tail and ran for the door. It was hilarious, honestly, but the amusement drained once you caught the worried look in his eyes. 

“He didn’t hurt me,” you promised him. 

König snorted but didn’t reply, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you along to the back where he practically threw you into the women’s single restroom. 

“König, we can’t bring this in here! I haven’t paid-”

You barely registered the sound of the door lock clicking before your back slammed against the metal,  eager hands taking the bottles out of your grasp. He put them aside, god knows where, only to grab your hips and lift you onto his waist. You barely caught the sight of his gaiter being drawn down before his mouth was on yours. 

“I can’t fucking take you anywhere without men tripping over themselves to talk to you,” he snarled, “Do you know how fucking frustrating that is?!” 

“K-”

He silenced you by shoving his tongue into your mouth, welcoming each eager moan you let out like it were better than oxygen itself. His hands slipped down to cup your ass and a shiver ran down your spine as he massaged your globes gently. 

“König,” you whined, “We- We can’t- we don’t have- time to-”

 Despite your objections, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him in closer. It’d been almost a month since you’d properly touched him and you couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t been thinking about this since you were given the mission brief from Graves. 

“Then we will <em> make time</em>, maus, because I am not leaving this room without hearing you moan my name, do you understand?” 

Eyes rolling back in your head, you gave in with a weak whimper when his hips ground against your cunt, the hard seam of your jeans being pushed perfectly against your clit by his growing erection. His nose brushed against yours, his mouth so close you could feel his breath panting across your wet lips yet just far enough to deny you the kiss. Digging your hands into his shaggy blonde locks, you tried to pull him forward to no avail.

“Say you understand, Süßes mädchen,” he demanded gruffly. 

“F-Fuck, König, I- I understand, just- please!”

Your words were silenced by a sudden pounding on the door, your heart clenching in pain at the sudden shock. Neither of you moved, eyes locked as your face burned hot. And then they knocked again. 

“If you two are done fuckin’ in there, we’re ready to go!” Max sang quietly. 

“Jesus fucking- Just give me a second,” you shot back, unable to keep the frustration out of your tone. 

Well, fuck. The cat was out of the bag, at least to Max. Hopefully, you could get him alone and talk to him about it before he said something. You trusted him, a lot, so if you could just get him to <em>agree</em> to keep it quiet, you believed he’d keep the secret. You could hear him cackling to himself as he walked away and instantly slumped against König with a whine. It wasn’t even half a minute later before his hand was on your face, fingers and thumb pressing into your chubby cheeks as he lifted your head and stared into your eyes keenly. 

“Tonight, keep your tent opened for me,” he breathed.

“U-Uh, okay,” you murmured in shock. 

Another soft kiss and you were set down on the floor, left to watch in awe as he pulled the black gaiter back up. 

“Oh, hey, lean down,” you murmured, crooking your finger at him.

Lifting a brow in confusion, he did as asked and you giddily fixed his out-of-place hairs from your actions. 

“Didn’t wanna leave you with almost-sex hair,” you teased. 

His chuckle ran shudders down your spine, straight to your cunt, and you silently cursed out Max for ruining your first alone time with König in weeks. Letting out a sigh, you collected the vodka bottles and followed the big man out to the register, snagging a two-liter of Sprite from one of the aisles you walked through on the way. It would have to be good enough. You didn’t want to hold up the group any more than you already had. 

König took the drinks and set them up with his other stuff as the cashier started to talk to him, drawing your attention from him to her. She was pretty, like, really pretty; Could be a model pretty with her long blonde curls, bright green eyes, and petite figure. For a moment, you couldn't figure out if you wanted to look like her or date her more. 

“Did you find everything okay?” she asked, her voice warm and soft.

“Ja, thank you,” König replied simply.

Aaaaannnd she instantly melted. No one was immune to him it seemed, not that you could blame her. Without his sniper hood and kit, he looked much more approachable, his beautiful blue eyes unmarred by the usual eye black and his tousled blonde locks basically begging to be touched. Add in the fact that he was six foot eight, about two hundred and eight pounds of pure muscle in a tight black shirt and khakis, and the Austrian accent to boot, no male-attracted person <em>wouldn’t</em> want him. 

“I’m glad to hear it! Haven’t seen you around these parts before. You new to town?” she pushed on, a cute pink now decorating her cheeks. 

König made a non-commital noise and muttered, “Passing through.”

The cashier began rambling on about all the things to do in the small town but you tuned her out when you noticed König tapping his fingers rapidly against his thigh. He was quite good at guarding his expressions but apparently not his body, his movements screaming anxious or annoyed. He’d talked with you a little on the subject when you mentioned getting anxious over meeting your trainer for the first time, but you’d never really been in a situation where you saw his. 

Hesitantly, you reached out and brushed your fingers against his, waiting for a reaction before you fully committed to the action. You wanted to help but you weren’t sure if a public display of affection would just make it worse. When he grabbed your hand, his gaze met yours and you saw that familiar little crinkle appear by his eyes, his lips quirking up under the fabric. 

“Danke, meine liebling,” he said softly, squeezing your hand.

“So your total is twenty-eight thirty.”

The cashier speaking broke the comfortable little bubble around the two of you. Flushing softly as you saw the annoyance in her glare, you apologized to her for getting distracted and let go of König to grab your wallet from your purse only for your hand to be smacked away. Confusion brought your head up when you heard the beep of the card reader and watched him take the bag from her. 

“I was going to pay for that,” you mumbled, arms across your chest as you pouted. 

König chuckled and leaned down, resting a hand on the dip in your back to lead you out as he murmured lowly, “I know, but you will not pay for a single thing while I am here.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know? I do have my own money.” 

“Ja, but you are mine, and I always take care of what’s precious to me,” he replied smoothly.

Butterflies stormed your belly and you found it impossible to hold his gaze as he opened the glass door for you, urging you through first. What was this man doing to you? Treating you like a princess in bed was one thing, but to have him doting on you like this the rest of the time too? It was going to take some getting used to.  

“Have a good night! Don’t forget to stop by on your way back through!” 

You had to give it to her, she didn’t give up easily. If only you had the same gumption. You couldn’t have even imagined talking to König, let alone hitting on him, if he hadn’t been the one to initiate the conversation. 

“Thanks, have a good one,” you called back as König gave a half-assed little wave, letting the door shut behind you.

The warmth of his hand left your back as you approached the SUV, Amy and Max smoking at the back while Horangi and Luke yelled about something to do with cake from the back seat. 

“All good?” Amy asked.

You saw the mischievous look in Max’s eyes as he took a drag off his cigarette and lifted a single brow. 

“Yeah, everything good?” he parroted, a much more suggestive tone to his voice. 

Barely containing the urge to strangle him, you forced on a smile and nodded in reply. 

“Peachy, König had to rescue me from a douche bag but otherwise-”

“What?!” “What!”

Both were instantly at attention, Amy practically clucking around you like a mother hen while Max mumbled about figuring out who it was so he could “just talk to him”. It was adorable honestly. 

“Guys-”

“He’s gone,” König interrupted, a tinge of amusement in his tone as he walked by to get to his door, “Practically pissed himself on the way out.” 

Once they were certain you weren’t hurt, they finished their cigarettes and you all climbed back into the SUV. König instantly passed you his phone again, a silent understanding that you’d control the music, and you were on the road once more. 

“Oh, shit, did you see that cashier though?!” Luke cried suddenly, as if having a revelation. 

Horangi and Max instantly leaped on the topic. 

“Dude, right?! What a smoke show!” Max jeered eagerly, “She knew it too because there was no denyin’ the way she was tryin’ to show us her ass to get that pack of Marlboros.”

Amy let out a groan that matched the way you felt about the subject matter. At least they weren’t being too gross about it. You could imagine Amy, like you, had heard too much from the guys you worked with. 

“And what an ass it was,” Horangi groaned then raised his voice, “I bet the big man had an even better view down her top too, ain’t that right, König?”  

König went stiff beside you and you did your best to not react as you spotted the slight flush peeking over his gaiter. You could practically feel the nerves rolling off of him in waves, or were you projecting your own onto him? Did he usually talk about that kind of thing with Horangi? Not like you could really be upset with him if he did. Nobody knew about your secret relationship, and it wasn’t like looking at other people was illegal anyway. You could only imagine the beautiful women he worked with at KorTac. Fuck, take Amy as an example. She was gorgeous, and you had no doubt his fellow military members were attractive as well, especially since they all had to keep up a certain fitness level. No, you couldn’t- wouldn’t- be mad if he did the usual guy talk with his friends, but it didn’t make the knot of jealousy and insecurity in your chest any less painful. 

He made a non-commital noise in reply and Horangi burst into laughter. 

“I knew it! She try to pick you up too?” Horangi snickered.

Max slapped his leg and added, “She practically begged Horangi and me for a threesome.” 

“Think she’d be down to run a train if we-”

“Okay, enough!” Amy snapped.

When you looked back in surprise, you felt your heart tug in empathy at the deep red patches across her face. Yeah, she definitely felt the same way you did. 

“You have two women in the car with you assholes! Can you not be disgusting for five minutes?” she added on, “God, we don’t want to hear the way you talk about women as if we’re just pieces of meat for you to fuck.�� 

The guys quieted down, a clear look of embarrassment or discomfort on their faces. 

“She’s not wrong,” you added quietly, “It’s just… it’s weird to hear.” 

Max was the first to break the silence, nudging Amy gently as he said, “Hey, I’m sorry. Don’t worry though. You’re fitter than her by a long shot.” 

It was clear he said it to ease the tension and thankfully it worked, Amy’s face darkening again but with a little smirk curling up the ends of her lips. 

“Shut up, you… man,” she shot back with a groan. 

As everyone seemed to relax back into normal conversations, you busied yourself on your phone for a distraction. Scrolling Instagram for a while helped somewhat calm your thoughts, but they came back instantly when you felt König’s fingers touch yours. 

Fuck. As you slid your fingers between his, you did your best to calm the emotions brewing in your belly. It wasn’t like you were mad, or even jealous really, you just felt… inferior, mentally comparing yourself to her. 

“Schatz?” he asked quietly, drawing your attention up.

The concern in his eyes made your heart ache. He knew you so well that it was honestly scary sometimes; a subtle reminder of how much effort he put into understanding you because he liked you <em>that</em> much. Despite being able to have anyone he could want, he chose <em>you</em>. Tapping your thumb against his, you flashed him a little smile. 

“I’m okay,” you assured him.

He seemed unsure of your response but, thankfully, dropped the subject. However, you did notice him holding your hand a little tighter and looking over at you even more until you made it to the drop-off point.

“Alright, remember to take everything. We are not coming back here until the camping trip is over,” König instructed as he slammed his door shut, “If you forget anything, that is on you.” 

“Copy, sir,” Luke replied.

The process of unloading the car took even longer than loading it had, and you really started to feel the fatigue of the day hit during the trek to the camping spot. They had determined that approximately five miles in from the usual campgrounds would be far enough out to avoid strangers dropping in but close enough to claim they got lost if they <em>were</em> discovered by anyone. It also left them about three miles from the supposed Ultranationalist’s base. Smart, but tiring nonetheless. You were suddenly quite happy for all the cardio and training you’d been doing with Max because, before that? You would have never been able to make the hike. 

“We’re here, sir,” Max said suddenly, lifting his GPS toward the colonel.

Thankfully the chosen spot was in a little clearing, not perfectly flat but better than sleeping directly on tree roots and rocks. A silence fell over the group as you all worked on assembling your tents. You and Amy were the only ones with a separate tent all on your own. Horangi and König shared a big one while Luke and Max did the same. By the time the last tent was up and ready, it was already starting to get dark. 

“Okay, fire time, anyone here a pyromaniac?” Horangi asked.

…

“Okay, okay! Never have I ever… slept with someone the same day I met them!” Amy said with a grin, eyes gleaming with the flames before her.

Max cried something about “unfair” while Horangi and Luke just took their shots with a sigh. Immediately your eyes went to König, blushing when you realized he was already staring at you. You subtly lifted your glass to him before downing the shot, grinning when he did the same.  

“Luke, your go!” 

The blonde leaned back and stared up at the sky for a second before a wide grin crossed his face. 

“Never have I ever received anal, and by that, I mean actually taken a dick or dildo up the ass. Fingers don’t count,” he finally said. 

You barely caught your mouth from dropping open in shock when Horangi, Max, and Amy all took shots. 

“Really?” you asked curiously.

“Yeah, you haven’t?” Max shot back with a snicker.

Cheeks heating up, you shrugged in reply, suddenly feeling a little out of place. 

“Hey, not everyone likes it, it’s not a big deal,” Amy assured you, “I don’t even really, I just did it for a guy a few times.” 

“I just haven’t really trusted anyone enough,” you explained.

“Oh, yeah, trust is definitely a big thing,” she agreed. 

Max popped open his last beer and took a long drink, eyes surveying the group as he made a show of thinking over his question. 

“Ah, got it! Never have I ever faked an orgasm!” he cried.

Both you and Amy immediately groan, taking the shot like good little troopers. You were surprised to see Luke take a drink as well. 

“Damn, both of you? Really?” Horangi hissed, “That’s harsh. Like, with a one-night stand or-”

“I don’t really do that so… no,” you replied with a shrug, “Been left high and dry by friends with benefits and relationships.”

Amy grimaced and said, “Yeesh, mine was at least with a guy who didn’t know me well. Fuck, if I’m gonna have sex with him more than once, he’d better know what he’s doing or there won’t be a third time.”

A laugh bubbled out of your throat, nearly spraying Sprite from your mouth like a fountain until you clapped a hand over your mouth and groaned. 

“Annyywaaayyy, on that note, I’m gonna turn into a pumpkin,” Max sighed, dropping his now empty beer bottle in the growing pile between him and Horangi. 

“Already?” Luke groaned. 

“Yeah, man, this has been fun but I don’t wanna be hungover tomorrow,” Max explained. 

As he got to his feet, you followed suit, telling the group you were headed to bed as well. Really you just wanted the chance to talk to Max about König and you. On the way over to the tents, you pulled him to a stop. 

“Hey, about earlier-”

“I’m not goin’ to say anythin’,” he cut in, smirking down at you, “Big guy deserves happiness and so do you.”

Blinking in shock, you stammered through questions until you finally asked, “What?”

“König; I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy,” he explained as he pushed his hands into his pockets, “He’s a good guy once you get passed the happily-murderin’-people thin’, and I know that he’s not goin’ to hurt you, so I’ve no reason to say anythin’.”

At that, your brows furrowed. 

“You knew König before today?” you asked. 

Max stared at you as if you were stupid for a second before he groaned and said, “Shit, he hasn’t told you yet? I thought you knew there were some of us keeping an eye on the Shadows?”

“No, no, he told me that, I just didn’t know that <em>you</em> were one of them.”

“Why else do you think Declan’s shit got aired when it did? Not only was the guy a creep, but König didn’t want someone he couldn’t trust bein’ alone with you that often,” he explained, “Thus, voila, me!” 

Things slowly began to shift into place; The reason he was so insistent on training you properly, always keeping an eye out for you, and treating you like a sister. You weren’t sure how you felt about it. You knew König had spies inside the Shadows, and had admitted to using them to get to know you, but he was still manipulating your life even now? Why didn’t he just tell you? 

“Don’t be upset with him, aye? He’s just lookin’ out for you,” Max said suddenly, clapping a hand down on your shoulder.

“Yeah, no, I’m not mad,” you replied instantly, “Just… confused.” 

“That’s fair. Anywho, good night, oh and if <em>you</em> hear anything comin’ from Amy’s or mine, no ya didn’t,” he snickered, throwing a wink your way when you made a face. 

“Yeah, uh, okay then. Good night.” 

The two of you parted ways and you crawled into your tent with a sigh, thoughts rushing a mile a minute. You were honest when you said you weren’t upset at him, but you definitely wanted an explanation as to why. Turning on your little lamp, you used the light to dig through your bag until you found the black nightie you’d thrown in last minute. It was the only remotely sexy thing you had to sleep in and you wanted to be wearing something other than ratty old pajamas if König stuck to his word and actually joined you. Thankfully, it was pretty warm despite the time of year, so you were only slightly cold before you buried yourself in your sleeping bag and blanket. As you got comfortable, you listened to the sounds of the others talking and laughing, and despite your best efforts, you found your eyes fluttering closed. 

The next thing you knew, you were woken by the sound of a zipper and the tent rustling. At first, you thought about screaming until you heard a soft German curse by your feet. You sat up quickly to find his shadow struggling outside the tent. 

“H-Hold on,” you whispered, crawling forward to open it from your side, “I’m sorry, I thought I’d left enough room to get it open.” 

“It’s fine,” he replied.

Watching his giant form crawl through the tiny ass entry to the tent was probably the funniest thing you’d ever seen. He zipped it back before turning to face you, the lack of space in the tent making his proximity seem even closer. 

“Hey you,” you murmured softly, putting a hand out his way. 

He pulled your hand forward and placed a little kiss on your palm as he rumbled, “Hello, meine schatz. I would have been here sooner but Horangi wouldn’t stop talking about some football game- Ah, it does not matter, I’m just glad to be with you now.” 

You agreed quietly as he crawled to close the distance between your bodies, pushing you back onto the blanket as he did so until he was hovering over you with his hips firmly against yours. 

“I am sorry for earlier,” he said suddenly. 

“Hmm, earlier?” you asked, caught off guard by the statement. 

He gestured behind him and said, “Them, their talk about that woman. I could tell it upset you.” 

Well, shit. You weren’t sure how to respond to that. 

“And for the record, no, I did not look down her shirt,” he added, leaning down until his lips were barely brushing yours.

You couldn’t help but giggle at that. 

“I wasn’t upset about that, König,” you assured him softly, “Though I wouldn’t blame you if you did. She <em>was</em> very pretty. It was mostly just how they talked about her that bothered me.” 

He made a noise low in his throat that made your skin tingle. When his mouth finally met yours, it was rough, teeth clacking and tongues battling. One hand planted itself by your head while the other wrapped around your throat, tilting your head up to give him better access to the furthest back parts of your mouth. You couldn’t resist rolling your hips up in search of friction and were rewarded with the delicious pressure of his hardening cock. When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting for air.

“Scheiße, why would I ever look at her when I have everything I’ve ever wanted right here?” he groaned, fingers giving your throat a little squeeze before trailing down your chest, “Nobody could compare to you, kleine maus.”

“F-Fuck!” you gasped out as he pinched your nipple through the nightie. 

Your chest was heaving with both lust and emotion as he slowly slid the strap down, revealing your breast to his hungry gaze. 

“Look at this, I barely touch you and your body reacts so perfectly to me,” he groaned softly. 

As his fingers slid over your tit and squeezed, you pulled him into another eager kiss, your nails scraping down his shoulders to his back as your legs wrapped around his hips. As sweet as his words were, you’d gone too fucking long without him and you needed him badly.

“Have you seen <em>you</em>?” you teased breathlessly between kisses, “You could just be sitting there and I’d be wet for you, meine lieb.” 

The noise he let out sent chills down your spine, the animalistic growl doing nothing to help the need growing between your legs. He suddenly pulled back, dodging as you tried to follow him for more and you couldn’t help but pout.

“That reminds me. You played a very naughty game earlier,” he said sternly, “That song? Where ever did you find that?” 

Grinning proudly, you replied, “I was looking up tips on learning and speaking German and I got distracted by German music and then I found that one. It just… It was kind of ironic, you know? Also, ya know, pretty hot.” 

“How did it go? Du weißt du kannst nicht entkommen, bin für immer in dei’m kopf, du beugst dich über ziehst am spiegel, während dessen zieh ich zopf” &lt;em>(You know you can't escape. I'm in your head forever. You bend over pulling at the mirror while I pull on your braid).</em> 

Blinking in shock, you quietly reply, “Uh, yeah. How’d you remember that?” 

A devilish smirk crossed his face as he finally leaned back down, but he changed his directory quickly to bring his lips to your ear instead.

“I may have listened to it a few times while Horangi was rambling,” he whispered, breath teasing your ear lightly, “Ich will, dass du weißt. Ich bleib bei dir. Ich bleib bei dir, baby, ich bleib bei dir.” &lt;em>(I want you to know. I’ll stay with you. I'll stay with you, baby, I'll stay with you.)</em>

“Oh <em>fuck me</em>,” you hissed, reflexively coiled back to stare up at him in awe. 

Not only had he paid attention to the song, but he had learned it in less than an hour. And he could fucking <em>sing<em> like <em>that</em>?! While his voice was beautiful normally, his gravelly tone fit the song so well that it almost sounded like it was made for him. Your eyes fluttered shut in bliss when he started kissing down your neck and humming bits of the song in between. 

“König, please,” you whimpered, fingers threading into his hair as he bit into the side of your breast and sucked. 

“Yes?” he asked, voice dripping with amusement. 

“I need you, please, now.”

Your efforts to pull him closer were thwarted when he pulled back once more, leaving you to glare up at him in frustration. 

“Not yet, scoot over,” he instructed, patting your hip until you begrudgingly moved to give him room. 

Tugging off his shirt, he tossed it aside before laying down on his back, unbuttoning his pants as he motioned you closer once more. You wasted no time climbing over his hips, a grin tilting up your lips at the way your thighs burned with the stretch to fit over his. 

“Ah-ah, nein, come here,” he grunted, taking hold of your waist.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you let him lead you up his body until you were hovering over his chest but when he tried to get you to move farther, you stopped. Unease settled in your chest when he tried again.

“What are you doing?” you asked blankly.

“I want you on my face, now,” he retorted sharply.

Hands sliding down and around, he cupped your ass at the same time as he arched his back, using the momentum to practically throw you forward until you were on hands and knees at his shoulders. 

“Are you fucking serious?”

He let out a huff of a laugh and retorted, “Yes? Why do you seem so surprised?” 

Your eyes widened in shock and you gestured to your body emphatically. 

“I’m not a tiny woman, König, I could hurt you… fuck, I could <em>kill</em> you!” you snapped, face burning hot as his eyes traveled over your form. 

A heavy sigh escaped his lips when he finally rolled his gaze up to meet yours, irritation clear in his eyes slowly melting away as his hands began kneading at your ass. 

“Schatz, you are not going to kill me, nor will you hurt me,” he muttered, “I am more than capable of moving you off if I had to, but I will not need to. Now, come.” 

He made it seem to be cut and dried; Like you wouldn’t be literally restricting his ability to breathe, like you wouldn’t have <em>all</em> of your weight on such a delicate part of the body. 

“I- I can’t,” you whispered with a shake of your head. 

“Why are you resist-”

“I have big thighs, König, and I know you’re fucking muscle man but what if you lose too much air and you aren’t coherent enough to move me away in time and–”

A sharp slap against your ass had you crying out before you could stop it, the stinging pain radiating through your cheek something fierce as he started to rub the area. Tears welled up in your eyes as he did it again but on the other side. You slapped a hand over your mouth in preparation for more, not wanting to be too loud. As he massaged that too, the pain slowly settled into a low ache that made your pussy throb. König speaking tore you from your inner turmoil and you listened intently. 

“I need you to trust me, meine liebling,”  König demanded, tone leaving little room for argument, “Now, get up here or I will continue to reprimand you until you are unable to even sit tomorrow.”

“You wouldn’t!” you hissed, earning a blank look from the big man, “Fuck! For the record, I don’t feel comfortable doing this.”

Despite your words, you let him guide you the rest of the way until your bare cunt was level with his mouth. Fingers squeezed and rubbed at your soft cheeks as he hummed in reply and pulled the nightgown up to rest above your hips. 

“Good thing I don’t care what you want right now.”

Your brain short-circuited in response. Sure, König had always been the dominant and controlling one, but it was always with you in mind. To hear him blatantly state that he was ignoring your concerns was startling… and yet somehow hot as hell. 

He rumbled happily as he pulled you down just shy of sitting on him.

“I’ve been kept well informed about your daily activities and those little boys who think they can win you over.”

The first stroke of his tongue startled a little yelp out of you and you were quick to cover your mouth again, afraid of waking up the fellow campers nearby. His chuckle vibrated your clit in a way that had you almost falling completely against him but you managed to strengthen your legs at the last second and braced one hand on the ground. 

“They- They weren’t-” 

“Nein, do not lie to me. I know about the flowers and the invitations,” he snapped. 

With a little huff, you retorted, “Then you know I threw them away and rejected them, yeah?” 

“That is not enough. They deserve to be <em>flayed alive</em> for even daring to ask you out. The same goes for that arschloch who tried to hit on you today. As if a single one of them is worthy of you, or capable enough to worship this pussy like I do. I am going to remind you just why you belong to me, and why you are only one for me.”   

A little voice in the back of your head dared you to speak up, to tell him it wasn’t their fault they didn’t know you were taken because you had to hide your relationship, but that thought was thrown out the window when he suckled tight on your clit. 

“S-Shi-”

You muffled your little moans again as your other hand found his resting on your hip. Sliding your fingers between his, you slowly let your body relax and allowed him to draw you down even closer, earning a hungry growl from the beast below you. Bit by bit, he coaxed you into rocking your hips. Every movement was met with praising noises from the colonel and it made your anxiety slowly drift away. 

That familiar coil began to tighten in your core as he lapped at your clit faster, broad tongue deft and strong in its motions. It had been way too long since you’d felt his touch and the situation wasn’t making it any easier, the thought of being caught by either of your teammates one that invoked panic and lust. 

You tried to swat away his other hand from where it came to rest on your lower belly, pressing at the extra plush you weren’t comfortable with, but he was too stubborn. He did this the last time you were together too, seemingly understanding how uncomfortable you were with your weight and rolls but refusing to stop touching them. He said he liked how soft you were, that while you were tiny and breakable, he felt better knowing you had that added layer of protection from him and his… excitable tendencies. It kind of hurt, at first, to hear him admit that he noticed that you were indeed chubby but he took his time to <em>prove</em> without a doubt that he saw it as a good thing, something he actually enjoyed on you. The fact that he’d gotten hard while kissing each part of your body that you found imperfect made believing him somewhat easier. 

“O-Oh, oh fuck, König, ju-just- mmh!” 

Biting hard into the meat of your palm, you couldn’t resist giving in completely to your desires, hips moving of their own accord as you chased that growing high. Unfortunately, he tried to say something and, although muffled, his noises instantly broke the spell. 

“Oh god, what? Are you okay?!” you squeaked in shock.

When you tried to move to give him room, his hands clamped down so hard on your hips that you actually cried out and smacked him reflexively. He loosened his grip just enough but didn’t bother letting you go, urging you into moving again. It took a second to calm your heart but once you were certain he hadn’t been calling out for air, you let him pull you back into the waves of bliss. Every stroke of his tongue had your toes curling, little needy mewls of pleasure panting against your palm as your nails dug into the back of his hand. Without really thinking, you reached down and snagged a handful of his hair, pulling him closer as those familiar pulses steadily pushed you toward the edge. 

“König, god, fuck, please baby, I- I-”

Once still, his hands jerked you down until your pussy was flush with his face and his tongue thrust into your core, grinding your clit against his nose with each rut of your hips. It was almost unbearable. Embarrassment tried to rear its ugly head as your thighs clenched around his face but the sudden aggressive moans König let out were enough to fuel you on. 

When it finally hit, it hit hard. Your hand did nothing to stifle the pure, unadulterated ecstasy pouring from your lips, nor the heated mantra of his name as you rode his face. He pushed you through wave after wave of pleasure until you clawed at his hands to release you, escaping from his clutches and falling to the ground beside him in a messy pile of sweat and whimpers. 

König didn’t sound to be in much better shape, his breaths as heavy as yours, but within a minute he was over you, shoving your knees to his chest with one arm while the other tore down his pants and pulled himself free of his boxers. A peek of guilt flashed in your chest as you took in his red, disheveled appearance, but it was as if he sensed it, eyes immediately locking onto yours as he lined up his cock. 

“Du hast keine verdammte Ahnung, wie sexy du bist. Ich würde die Welt für dich niederbrennen,” he panted, “I will spend the rest of my life proving to you how beautiful you are, how much I love you.”

Before you even had the chance to react, he thrust forward and buried himself in your cunt with a heady groan. Your hand once again found its place over your mouth as you nearly screamed his name. Sobs broke through your fingers and your other hand found the silky fabric of your sleeping bag, nails scratching and embedding themselves in the fabric in some last-ditch effort to keep yourself grounded.

“Look at me, Süßes mädchen,” he growled, a slight tremor vibrating through his form, “Let me see those beautiful eyes while I wreck you.” 

You tried to listen but the moment he drew out and slammed back in, your eyes instinctively shut against the pain and pleasure. It felt like he was breeching your cervix but the pressure against your g-spot felt so good it nearly canceled it out into something pleasurable. Fabric was no longer enough. You needed more, your hand coming to grab at his wrist and digging your nails into his flesh with a whine. 

“Eyes, Y/N.”

Though hazy and tear-filled, you managed to force them open and found him watching you closely, lip bitten his lips as he groaned softly and started fucking you slowly. The slow pace didn’t continue long, much to your simultaneous relief and downfall. When he shifted and pushed your legs further back, it tore a moan from you both. His cock hit that same sweet spot over and over as you clenched around him and the tears finally broke through. 

“F-Fuck, yeessss, there!” you keened weakly, arching into him with the help of his hold, “So- so good. Ohmygod. König, please don’t- don’t stop, Jesus, don’t ever stop!” 

A devastating snarl filled the air as his thrusts grew violent, fingers squeezing your soft thighs so hard you’d certainly have unexplainable bruising in the morning. That thought alone squeezed your walls tighter around him in need. 

“Scheiße!” he hissed suddenly, jerking his hand away from yours. 

Startled, your eyes popped open only to find him staring at his wrist in awe, fresh drops of dark blood running down his arm. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I-!”

In the next breath, your legs were down around his waist and he was leaning over you, one hand on the ground and the other on your throat so hard you could barely think over the pounding of blood in your ears. 

His voice sounded inhuman as he growled your name and bit out, “Don’t apologize, ever. It is an honor to drive you so mad that you wound me. Mark me all you want, maus, I will wear them with pride.” 

Oh. Oh, that was new. You managed a weak little nod before you lost yourself in his touch, rolling your hips up to meet his as the sounds of bodies slapping muddied the air. 

“I feel you tightening again, schatz, do you want to come for me again? Hmm? Going to be my good girl and come so I can fill this pretty little cunt?”

A little positive squeak was all you could make out under the pressure of his hand but it was enough. Every point of his body against yours felt like pure molten lava. Every thrust of his hips rubbed perfectly against your clit. It was heaven and hell in the best of ways. 

“Pl-Please!” you gasped out as you felt that spark flickering to life. 

“Ja, that’s it, taking me so well,” he grunted. 

It was obvious how close he was, the waver in his voice and the way his pace faltered, and his grip tightened just enough to cut off your air supply. Fear became reality for a moment, but when he cried your name, it was over. Your head slammed back into the ground as you silently screamed for him. The world felt upside down when he suddenly released your throat and the blood rushed back into your head, your lungs panting for much-needed oxygen only to whimper his name with reverence. 

“Weißt du, wie sehr ich dich füllen möchte? Du würdest so schön aussehen, wenn du mit meinem Baby schwanger wärst,” he groaned, voice taking on a high pitched whine, “Need to fill you, breed you, bitte, bitte, can I?” 

The moment your brain registered what he had said, a third orgasm hit and you jerked him into a frantic kiss, ignoring the need for breath. Hearing König say that he wanted to breed you? Instantly, logic was gone. It didn’t matter that you were on birth control and couldn’t get pregnant. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than for him to come in you so deep that you’d never be completely rid of him. 

“Bitte,” you whimpered back, “König, bitte, yes!” 

 His reaction was instant, voracious moans pouring into your mouth as he started pounding you so hard it actually hurt.

“I love you so much,” he growled darkly, “You’re mine forever, you know that, ja? Mine to love, and protect, and fuck, and breed. Gott, you’ll look so fucking beautiful, all round and soft and pregnant… fuck, with <em>my</em> baby. Mine- Oh, verdammt, ich komme!”  

A sob broke through your lips as he buried himself with one last thrust and your walls clung tight to him as he throbbed deep in your cunt. His whines filled your ears like the sweetest symphony, hips twitching and breaths shaky as he rode out his orgasm. 

Pressing a much softer kiss to his mouth, you bumped your nose into his and pushed your forehead to his. If asked later, you would swear that it was at that moment you knew that you were one hundred percent irrevocably and undeniably in love with König. You wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him, to act on his wishes, and to have him as the father of your children and as your life partner. You would do anything and everything to keep him, to make him as happy as he made you.

Fingers coming to thread into his hair and massage his scalp softly, you whispered against his lips, “I love you too, König, so much.”

[wings-of-ink]

Hi!! I know you said you'll refrain from answering long asks, and this ask is pretty long but I sent it anyways cause I think the answer would be pretty short! If not, please don't feel pressured to respond! If u don't respond I'll take that the answer is longer than I thought it would be, so I've saved it on my notes app and will gladly send it again when u end chapter 3 or whenever u allow it! :)

Now to the ask,

Will it be possible to romance a RO without flirting w/ them? Is it possible to flirt w/ everyone (but this specific RO) or just like one RO and even so end up in a relationship w/ a different RO? I'm thinking of playing a mc that is really attracted physically to people like Zhan but he's been in love w/ Oswin since forever. And he thinks flirting is for when you're playing w/ someone (even tho he's probably seen his parents flirting constantly lol), but since he loves Oswin he doesn't need to play, he can just be genuine. But he still thinks he has no chance w/ Oswin, so he flirts with Zhan (without moving on 😭). But I also feel kinda sad about Zhan I don't wanna hurt their feelings😭 if we flirt w/ them and maybe hook up are they gonna be sad if we get w/ someone else?? 😞 Cause like my mc will start to genuinely care about them but won't be in love pls let's just be besties who used to have benefits🥺 Also if this whole situation is possible, how would Oswin react to it?? Poor boy must be😧🤨😳

Sorry for the long ask, the demo was gigantic and amazing!! Ty so much for your hard work <3

Hello Anon-dear! If your ask is a bit long to read-that's fine, if it's long to answer, that's where I'll need to pause for the time being. That's where I get hung up and distracted, lol. I'm still taking those too, it's still Friday somewhere, lol.

To answer your question, it will absolutely be possible to romance someone without flirting. The "flirt" options are passively tracked just so I can program certain flirty responses that will be directed back to the MC by those ROs (it's a way for me to track if it's okay with reader/MC so I'm not directing like super suggestive come-ons towards them that aren't okay).

I absolutely love how you're going to play your MC. That's part of the reason I wanted to do things this way. The way I play my MCs sometimes makes flirting almost out of character for them, but of course I'd want the romance, lol.

Your MC will be free to flirt and do some other things with Zahn (they are all kinds of okay with that, lol) and then lock-in with Oswin later - no flirting required.

Zahn will be totally fine if your MC doesn't end up with them. They and Duri are both good with physical-only and flirty relationships. Your MC will make selections as they go about how they feel about each potential suitor, and the hook-up ROs will have a selection that you can choose if this is just for fun or if it's got some feelings attached (whether your MC is fully aware or not). [Lucky for your MC, I added a light spicey scene for Zahn in chapter 3 if they so choose] :D

If Oswin is aware of relations between the MC and others, he's going to feel a little strange about it and be concerned (for MC's well-being because he cannot help himself, lol). Mainly, things like that aren't his bag, but he also knows that for many people physical and romantic relationships can be separate. He's more concerned with having his lover's heart above all else, so ultimately he will be okay with it. For MCs that have been involved with the hook-ups, particularly the ROs, Oswin may have a harder time digesting that the MC is choosing him to remain with. (He may feel that the connection between the MC and Zahn/Duri was deeper and never considered that the MC would ever go for him). It will be an interesting conversation for sure (one that the programming for is already frightening me, lol).

Thank you so much for the Ask and kind words! I really appreciate you digging into my story and having a good time with it! ^_^

[lansangprincess]

of course bisexuality includes heterosexual attraction but i hope ant has more of a storyline than just hooking up with harper with a will they/wont they dynamic… his backstory (including his family) seemed so interesting in season 1 but we never saw it and only heard about it. now it feels like we might not acknowledge it much. part of me just isn’t a huge harper fan honestly. esp. after malakai. and why set up a triangle between amerie x malakai x spider just to bring in a new tall blonde guy who looks like spider? lol. those are my two yellow flags after my first look at the trailer. of course we have to actually see what happens first so i don’t want to be too negative but i want to level my expectations haha.

i looove the concept of someone targeting amerie & them narrowing the suspect down. so fun!

oh! I kind of had an opposite impression. I feel like we are going to see more backstories for Ant, Missy and Spider because of how much more screen time they're going to get this season. so idk we'll see?

also im actually not that big of a harper fan either but i really loved ant even though we didn't get to know him that much so I feel like this pairing could get me to like her more. and maybe it's the fic writer in me but i feel like there is definitely potential for him to get her to open up in a carefree way that she doesn't w anybody else. im excited to see what her friendship dynamics are with everybody because the entire 1st season she was so held back by what she had going on at home and so hopefully we can just see her enjoy herself and be a solid friend to amerie and the group

lmao i didnt even think of the fact that the new guy is also just tall and blonde 🤠 Though he does give off a completely diff vibe. It looks like he's a photographer and becomes friends with Malakai (at least close enough to ask abt his deal with her). i dont really like love triangles especially when i already have my loyalties so im right there with you with the yellow flag.

i didnt watch the OG Heartbreak High but now im wondering if every season (and we WILL get more seasons trust!!) will have a little mystery plot to them. the 1st season was about what was going on with Harper, why their friendship fell apart and who made up the rumor about Jojo. and now we're gonna have to figure out who's targeting Amerie, etc. Could be really fun ! ✨

[grison-in-space]

Y'all if you really need this to be all queer all the time I can support that but it's not that fucking hard to do. Make em both bi or pan or nonbinary or any number of fun things. The notion of a romance founded in mutually seeking an abortion and the intimacy of sharing one's desires for the present and maybe the future against the backdrop of ensuring one another's freedom from parenthood (at least, right now) is too good a concept to let go.

Couple of Texan kids, say. I spent a long time there, it's a natural pick for me. They're in college and they go to one of those keggers the frats throw, meet at a wild party as college kids, maybe they're freshmen or sophomores. Call em Sam and Kris so I don't have to specify which character has which genitals.

Sam's a nervous anxious perfectionist with huge career plans and big dreams who has life planned out in exhaustive (and exhausting) detail, only even at this party because a friend insisted on a break between exam rounds. There's a lot of internal pressure built up that's going to explode the moment Sam relaxes. Kris is a little unformed, not sure what major to pick or what career to settle on, still trying to work out what kind of person might be good to grow into, good at surface connections but kind of lonely for something deeper. The frat parties are familiar and comfortable—Kris knows how they work and how they run, and if you're friendly and you smile at people and maybe hook up now and again you get to feel REALLY connected and useful, and that's a heady feeling. They meet at the party Sam's friend picked out and immediately feel the attraction and hook up while totally shit faced—huge aberration for Sam, maybe not so much for Kris. There's a condom, but it breaks. It doesn't seem like a big deal in the moment, but in the morning, that's another story.

Sam is panicked. A baby is going to derail all their careful plans and their self control, but you can't not step up to take care of a baby. Ohhhhhh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, what do we do? Kris is quiet as they consider the mess and the possibilities. Shit. Shit shit shit. They maybe exchange numbers and withdraw for a minute until someone's period is late. They might try to find plan B but neither of them is entirely sure where you buy that shit and it takes a few days to find out, by which point it's too late. And then the period fails to show up, and it fails to show up, and the pregnancy test reads positive, and they're running out of time...)

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

IF SAM HAS A DICK: they are a moral and ethical enough person that they do not consider abandoning Kris as an option if the pregnancy goes to term. They may propose marriage or coparenting as a potential option but they are clearly terrified by all possible options.

Kris is touched and kind of flattered. They're not sure whether they want kids or not, but now doesn't feel like a great time with everything so up in the air. Anyway, Sam is hot but used diapers and vomiting do not sound hot at ALL right now, and Kris's parents are kind of distant and definitely aren't going to be any kind of useful. They broach a preference for an abortion, Sam sags in shocked relief, and then starts talking about figuring out how to pay for it—not what Kris expected—and making plans to skip classes and talk to teachers to figure out the logistics. Oh, Kris thinks, feeling warm and fuzzy: Kris expected to be on their own to fix this, but Sam is acting like this is both their responsibility equally to resolve. They've never felt cared for like that. Oh...

IF KRIS HAS A DICK:

Sam is hyperventilating over the pregnancy test results and acting as if going to one party doomed them for all time, and Kris inexplicably kind of wants to hug them? Shit happens sometimes. They ask tentatively what Sam actually wants as Sam starts collapsing under the weight of the impending ruin of their life and how disappointed "everyone" will be and all the bad things that might happen, and Sam whips their head over and stares for a second in astonishment before saying, huntedly, "I want for none of this to be happening!"

"Oh, okay. Do you want an abortion?"

"I can't afford to on my own, I'm going to have to ask my parents for extra money and they are not going to be happy. Shit, shit, shit, I'm going to be paying for this until the end of time, I don't have time for this—" and Sam bursts into tears. Kris feels bad and, like, look. Kris likes to help people anyway, and it's not like this situation isn't equally Kris's own fault. So they offer to help Sam figure this out and pay for the whole thing—they've got a job at a bar that can cover it—and they help Sam calm down and explore some options so that together they can find a place to get an abortion. They offer to drive, too: that means they don't have to wait as long on a bus or something but Sam can study from the passenger seat. It's not like any of Kris' classes require a lot of effort; psychology is good for that much. Let's make a day trip out of it.

Sam, who is used to having to do everything on their own, is feeling really cared about and seen right now. And, well, Kris is really hot...

There you go. It's a fucking romance. Deal with it.

there's an extremely niche plot in romance fiction wherein our invariably heterosexual leads fall in love after a night of passion leads to an unplanned pregnancy and they're now bound together by an impending child. I cast no judgment on anyone who enjoys this, but since I'm an evil gay and this is my personal nightmare scenario I want to see a zany romance novel premised on the opposite resolution: a couple falls in love while on a whirlwind roadtrip to obtain a legal abortion

[namuneulbo]

week one hundred and one

im not sure how i should write out the week numbers anymore.

this week had two,,,, main events? good news, bad news.

lets start w the bad news.

c and w are a thing... not exclusive but a little bird (cs friend) has come to me (through l) w the information that theyve hooked up. tbh theyre a better match probably and yk,,, ive been mentally preparing for this for the past week so like,,, i didnt take it too harshly bc i had already gotten out most of my emotions by then. in a way its almost a bit of a relief, i was so nervous around him all the time.

good news! l is matchmaking me and es friend. it was such a random thing too bc me, c, i and l were having a tortilla night at is place and bereal went off and while scrolling through everyones bereals i casually told l like "lol es friends kinda hot" (LIKE I USUALLY DO BC IM NOT EMBARRASSED AB FINDING OTHERS HOT SO IM USUALLY QUITE OPEN WHEN I SEE SOMEONE ATTRACTIVE) but after like 45 mins or so l just goes "es friend asked for ur number"... literally so? i had no idea l had even told e but they then explained it and it was like funny and shocking and scary and cool and exciting all at the same time. i asked if e showed a pic of me to him so he knows what hes working w and l said they assumed so but theyd ask e to be sure. we get a reply once were at the bar and l just shows me her phone screen w the message: "he said shes so cute".

so im in a new era guys!!!!!! hes really cute though. really nice smile and luscious black hair down to his shoulders, a nice little beard and slutty glasses (yk,,, the ones slutty men wear). we dont know too much ab him bc its a v new friend of es but we know hes a music producer and around 24 (WHICH is a littleeee too old but its doable, five years i can work with but if he ends up being even older i think ill have to decline TT) but im excited to see whatll happen w this lol so random.

sotw: leathermouth - leviathan

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 4: Face Fucking(Need You Tonight)

warnings/kinks: jealousy, face fucking, blowjob, rough oral sex, slight degradation, smut. pairings: Sasuke Uchiha x Fem!Reader word count: 0.8k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem

Sometimes it really pissed him off to see his friends all happy and in love. He didn’t have anyone to come home to. Sasuke wants someone as well, but maybe he’s burned too many bridges to even start anything with the people he actually loves. So he goes to the bar, looking for a casual hookup. That’s when he sees you, and he knows he’s going to get laid tonight.

You’ve always had a crush on Sasuke. You were a year younger than him, and you were often following him around when he was younger. He never realized the admiration you had for him though. He just thought you were like Sakura, Ino and the other girls. Even though you clearly found him so attractive, your heart longed for him as a partner. When he finally returned to Konoha after being away from home for so long, he had tried to start something with Sakura. But she’s been happily married to Lee for a while now. Even Naruto is married to Hinata. But you were waiting patiently, though you knew that maybe your chance would never come.

Sasuke sits next to you, and you smile shyly. It drives him crazy that you still try to play the shy card with him. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” Sasuke asks, and you nod your head.

It doesn’t take much more after this for him to take you both back to your apartment. A few kisses, and some uncharacteristically soft words from Sasuke is all it took to charm you. The walk back to your place is quick, but you’re already so hooked on him. You hang on to his every word as you make your way to your place. Then once you’re there, you invite Sasuke in. You feel a little timid about him seeing some of the messier spots of your apartment,  but he doesn’t care.

Once inside and the door is closed, Sasuke pulls you towards him. He kisses you roughly, making your head spin. You whimper as his tongue shoves into your mouth. It’s when he pushes you up against the wall that makes you so wet. You try to push yourself onto him, but he won’t let you.

“Get on your knees” he commands. You don’t even second guess yourself, you do exactly as he wants of you.

On your knees, you look up at him. You help him unbuckle his belt and you pull his pants and underwear down past his hips. Your cheeks heat up when you see just how big he is. You had heard rumors that the Uchiha were well endowed, but you knew you’d probably never get to check if they were true. Now you were seeing it right in front of you, and you couldn’t deny just how much your mouth seems to be watering.

“Suck on my cock,” Sasuke goads, tugging you by the hair to come a little closer.

“W-wait,” you say and you swallow hard. “Give me a minute.”

He grunts but he allows you to do as you please. You begin by licking the tip, which only makes him even more irritated. Then you slowly begin sinking down on it, your tongue running over the sensitive veins on his shaft. Once you’re as far as you can take him, he lets out a growl.

“I know all about your little crush on me,” Sasuke says and you whine softly. How did he find out about this?

He bucks his hips once, and he checks on how you feel about this. You choke immediately on his girth, but you don’t stop him. It’s almost too much to watch you get used like this, but he knows he can do whatever he wants to you. Once more, he bucks his hips. You brace yourself on his thigh for the first little bit, and you slowly get accustomed to him using your little mouth for his pleasure.

“I bet you’d make a good breeding bitch.” Sasuke praises, and you can’t help but moan around his cock. “Just by the way you suck my cock so good, I can tell you’d be perfect for me.”

He grunts as he begins chasing his high. Your mouth is so wet and warm, and you keep choking on his cock and it makes your throat close around him. It’s becoming a little too much, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, Sasuke pushes a little faster and deeper so that he can feel all of you on his cock.

“Good girl,” he grunts. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

A few more thrusts, and he’s cumming hard. His eyes roll back as he fucks you roughly, and you do all you can to swallow every last drop. He fucks you recklessly, barely caring about your comfort or your feelings. Sasuke will take care of you after he’s done. He begins panting as he comes down from his high, and he finally releases you.

“I knew you’d be perfect for this.”

[sparkle-d]

waiting game | daniel ricciardo

pairing: daniel ricciardo x you

summary: in which you switch your phone with daniel's without knowing

tags: falling in love; chatting and messages; kind of enemies to friends to lovers

warnings: insecure reader; f!reader; dumb people

chapter: 4/?

(you: blue/ daniel: orange)

✧.* tag list: @bloodyvalentine93 @organasith @verstappens-hat @idkiwantchocolatee @landhoe @theplobnrgone @iamasimpingh0e @chiliwhore @buendiabebeta @icecoldtiress @holy-macncheese-balls @caosfanblr @cxliforniadream @calmleclerc @hannahholland1811

chapter 4 - beginning

hot stuff said: oh shit

hot stuff said: i just cut my thumb really badly

hot stuff said: don’t ask how

ma fraise said: how.

hot stuff said: i was shaving my hand…

ma fraise said: at the same time that i want to know why you were shaving your hand i’m a little scared to ask

hot stuff said: to have soft hands what else would it be

ma fraise said: idk you are "“kinky

hot stuff said: w-wht

With the blink of an eye, your vacations have come to an end.

You didn’t do anything special with your free time, aside from enjoying your own company and watching the most chick flicks you could. Even with the amount of movies and young adult series you’ve been binge watching, you still have a single and persisting thought inside your brain. You had a conversation with hot stuff a few days ago, the one he mentions about fancying you, at least that’s how you interpreted his text. 

This continues to make you wonder between yes, he made a move on you and no, you’re being delusional. You like hot stuff, his company and to talk with him during your days and nights, but you can’t put your mind to believe that he would find you attractive. Maybe this is the way friends joke around with each other and you’re not used to it because your two best friends are more like your brothers and they would never do something like that. 

It makes you confused.

You didn’t mention this to your best friends because 1. you felt weird about commenting on this kind of stuff with them, when you normally have nothing to comment about so you just don’t talk about it with them. And 2. they know who hot stuff is, and exposing that he made such a move on you is embarrassing.

Pierre and Charles have no filter in this matter, they always mention to you about their partners, people they hook up with and it’s so normal to you, you don’t even mind it anymore. But thinking about opening up about it to them when the issue is on your side, it’s different. They wouldn’t do anything to make you feel ashamed of it, but they definitely would lecture you about not being innocent and naive about things. They would want to protect you like they always do.

The truth is, you never felt desired.

You actually never gave the opportunity for anyone to see you with different eyes; you always tried to hide yourself from everyone, if someone turned heads on you, you would assume they were thinking badly about you. Well, and you’re probably right.

“You’re the ugliest out of all of us.”

You grew up in this reality - the reality that every single cell in your body is hideous. Your hair sometimes covers most of your face, leaving only a small gap for your  eyes to pop out. Your skin feels too hot against your palms, making you think that your touch is feverish. The lines on your face are too deep and that makes you not smile too much, not that you’re someone who often gives away smiles out of nowhere, anyways.

You never felt beautiful.

When Charles and Pierre became your  best friends, the friendship started because they never cared about your appearance. They never judged you for the way you’re, the way you look, or the way you dress - Pierre and Charles never tried to change you. Even though you are a very hard person to have around, in your opinion.

They came into your life and never left.

Your best friends could have anyone around them, they easily make friends without problem. But there’s something they share with you, they’re very anxious people. With you, Charles and Pierre have nothing to worry about. They always say you are a very sincere person, you never lie to them, never hide things from them and would never replace them with someone new.

You feel the same for the both of them, and as years went by, you noticed that now they understand you. They understand that you don't like crowded places, that you like the silence and being alone. Well, you like to be alone with them, mostly. You enjoy watching chick flicks with your best friends, especially because even when things don’t work out in the beginning, in the end, everything is worth it. 

Sometimes you need some positivity inside your brain.

Maybe you should start to believe more in yourself. 

—

Charles takes off the protection on your ears, patting on your shoulders “Oh, I’ve missed having you around.” He gives you a smile, side hugging you “I didn’t see you arrive at the garage today.”

“I got late this morning, you know, I got used to watching the races from my television, so I did not calculate correctly the time I needed to get ready and get here.” You arrived at the paddock late, a coffee in one hand and another holding your notebooks and papers “I ran immediately to check in if everything was right.”

“I bet they are.” Charles says as if you would let him drive in a car that wasn’t in a perfect and safe state “Want to check in with Pierre? I haven’t seen him either and you will go there anyways.”

You nod, checking one last time if everything is okay, making sure you can relax a bit with your friends “Yeah, I was about to head there.”

Sometimes you can’t turn off your brain from being focused on the race, but being anxious and worried about everything all the time is the ‘you’ that you want to change a little inside.

If Charles, who is racing later on, is okay with hanging out with his friends, you can do it too.

Pierre gives you and Charles the biggest of smiles, waving as he sees you - acting like he hasn’t seen you in years when in fact you had dinner together yesterday. Having them with you during race weeks, hanging out around the garages and smelling the oil and burnt tyres in the air, makes you nostalgic.

This was your childhood, and things didn’t change at all. It makes you feel warm in your heart.

You only notice that Pierre isn’t alone when you’re too close to run away from it.

“Oh my god, yeah, you’re a Ferrari member.” Pierre shouts at you, touching your Ferrari uniform - looking like a couple of tomatoes with Charles “Red looks good on you, lucky you went working with Charles and left me alone.” 

You can’t concentrate on whatever Pierre and Charles are starting an argument on, something about you having a preference for Charles and making Pierre feeling lonely, when in fact you used to share beds with Pierre and leave Charles to sleep on the ground when you were younger.

Your attention is completely on the man in front of you smiling, looking like the menace he is because he knows his presence annoys you, he annoys you - and he likes it. He likes to see your cheeks turning redder as you try to avoid his stare, leaving your shyness as a view he enjoyed seeing.

“So baby girl is a Ferrari staff.” Daniel leans closer to you and bumps your shoulder with his “I didn’t know you were working here, thought you were only friends with these two.”

You open your mouth to retort Daniel, but when you look up at him, you notice he’s having fun with your embarrassment. Your cheeks are getting a tint of red so bright, anyone around the paddock could notice it. Is this how Rudolph feels? You let out a breath and decide to put your mind in its right place. You shouldn’t feel ashamed or anything, when in fact is Daniel the one saying embarrassing things. 

You can deal with it.

“That’s only my part time job, my full time job is being an engineer.” You reply the most simple thing you can think of, if your interaction with him ends fast, it’s easier for you.

“This means I will have you around more.” Daniel grins, as if he has won something, when in fact there’s nothing to win here “I knew I should’ve known who you are, you’ve always been with these two.”

“Thank you for making it more evident that my presence is unnoticeable.” You give him a fake smile, crossing your arms, you don’t want to talk with him, but you stay beside him.

“Not at all, I think your presence is very noticeable.” He winks, but you are not in the mood, especially because you didn’t know you would see him around today “You’re mysterious and that intrigues me.”

You look at him, not getting what he means by that, but when you are about to ask it, Charles speaks louder.

“She’s happier when YOU win.” Charles says, his tone a little louder as the discussion with Pierre got heated, bringing your attention back to your best friends.

“Well, you win all the time, of course she’s happier when I end up winning.” Pierre shrugs. They aren’t serious about this discussion, but they’re using real arguments on this. Pierre is right, you made a fuss when he won, of course you did it for Charles every time he won, but with Pierre you even cried.

Well, you cried on Charles' first win too.

Charles snorts “She works with me, she shouldn’t be happier with your wins, dumbass.” 

“Are you trying to get me fired, Charles?” You say, but your voice comes out almost like a whisper and you giggle in the end, to make sure anyone notices you’re just joking. 

“Do they always fight for you like this?” Daniel crosses his arms, interested in all of the dynamics with your best friends.

“They aren’t fighting…” You try to say, but your voice again fails you and it comes out too weak “They are just messing around.”

“I’m on Charles’ side, I think you’re favoriting Pierre in your actions.” Daniel simply says, mocking you with his tone. You don’t want him to meddle in, to have an opinion or a side. You aren’t close to him, you barely know him. Until a couple of weeks ago he didn’t even know your name.

“Thank you.” Charles says “She even has a tradition with Pierre before every race. Me? Nothing.”

You beg with your eyes for Charles to shut up, but the person you didn’t want to notice is the one that notices first. Daniel lets out a loud laugh, going back to your eyes and staring at them. This time you try to not break the stare, and try to pierce him with your glare.

Pierre looks at you side by side with Daniel, only noticing now how close you two are “Are you friends now?” He raises an eyebrow, and Charles immediately does the same.

“I wouldn’t call it like that.”

“We are building up our friendship.” You and Daniel speak at the same time, exchanging looks as the answers are not on the same side “Don’t be jealous, I’m not trying to be her best friend, just a friend.”

Daniel bumps into you again and you snort, but wanting to leave a smile at the thought. Not that you like the idea of being Daniel’s friend when you’re always bothered by him. But having a new friend, of any type, is something new to you. Charles and Pierre have been trying for years for you to open up to new people, and now someone is there willing to destroy your walls and share a space with your best friends.

Charles looks at Pierre and they exchange a look that you can’t comprehend what it means, maybe they are indeed jealous of you. They don’t need to be, no one will ever replace them inside your heart.

“Anyways, I think it’s time for us to prepare ourselves.” Charles finally says it, looking around and notices everyone in the garage is wrapping things up “Just do your thing with Pierre and let’s leave.”

The tradition you have with Pierre is that you always close his racewear, for good luck. Pierre puts his overalls on his shoulders and you zip them up, tapping his chest in the end. You give Pierre a kiss on his cheek and wish him good luck, and do the same with Charles, so he won’t have such a pout on his face. His expression lights up immediately, the least thing you would want is for one of your friends to feel left out.

“And me?” Daniel says, showing his left cheek to you and standing still. 

Pierre and Charles are watching Daniel waiting for your kiss. You look at them as if they were crazy, almost laughing on Daniel’s face. Why would you kiss his cheek? Why would he ask you for it in the first place? It’s not like you’re uncomfortable with it, but you aren’t leaving kisses everywhere you go. 

“I would rather die, Daniel.” You answer, if Daniel has no shame in asking for a kiss, you shouldn’t feel ashamed to answer him like that. He deserves it.

“Ouch, you’re in a bad mood today cupcake?” 

“For you my mood is always bad.” You say. Daniel seems to be having fun with this, and it infuriates you even more.

hot stuff said: how do you know if you’re into someone?

hot stuff said: i think i might be-

ma fraise said: what?

ma fraise said: falling in love?

ma fraise said: kdfjgnsdfkj

hot stuff said: this sounds so boring omg

hot stuff said: falling in love and etc

hot stuff said: but yeah something like it ig…

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[wwinterwitch]

For tomorrow to come - pattinson!batman

okay so I’ve been obsessed with the new batman film and after watching it for the third time i just had to write something about bruce. i don’t think i’ve ever written anything about him before so i hope i got this right

maaaaybe i’ll post something about the riddler as well??? idk, let’s see how my hyperfixiation with this move goes lmao anyway enjoy

summary: out of all your victims, gotham city's vigilante has to be your favorite

pairing: pattinson!bruce wayne x villain!fem!reader

word count: 1.5K

warnings: tension, kinda angsty(?, bruce has a soft spot for you, sexual relationship (implied), low key soft!bruce and sub!bruce, praising(?, making out

a reblog is always appreaciated!

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The moment you were being roughly pushed against the car you knew a little too well, you knew you ran out of options to escape. The Batman held you down against the cold and wet metal of his car. One hand was around your neck, the other holding your hip to keep your body in place.

Despite knowing it wasn't going to help at all, you tried to free yourself from his grip but failed. He was much too strong for you to be able to get him off of you. At that moment, being entirely at his will, you couldn't help but laugh. That gesture made the man on top of you frown, not liking your reaction to this situation.

"Are you going to hand me over again?" you asked teasingly, fake pouting. "You know I can't go back to that place. Arkham is so not my style."

"Why would I waste my time?" he asked bitterly. "All your little friends would run to save you."

You smirked slightly at the insinuation, reaching to caress his face in a joking manner. He moved his face away almost immediately, making your smirk grow wider. "Hmm, is that jealousy I hear in your voice?"

He was quiet for far too long, confirming your suspicions. The Bat has always made it clear how much he despises your army of admires trailing behind you, willing to do everything you ordered them to do. It wasn't just because you are incredibly beautiful and charming, but because you have...let's say, a way to convince everyone to do anything you want.

He has always tried to convince you to use your abilities for good, yet you seem too comfortable using them for all the wrong reasons. This isn't the first time he has caught you doing something you shouldn't be doing.

First two times he sent you right to Arkham, a horrible place you unfortunately got to meet. Lucky for you, it was easy to break out of that place thanks to your abilities. After realizing it was pointless to lock you up, The Batman decided to just mess up your plans to commit any crime, forcing you to go into hiding for a few days or weeks until you decide it's time to commit yet another crime.

It was a matter of time before the two of you got closer. He couldn't deny you were indeed very attractive and, despite wanting to hide it, he has become almost obsessed with you. Why else would he prefer to chase after you every now and then rather than try to get your ass to stay inside Arkham? It was a silly excuse to get to see you as frequently as he could.

Without him knowing it, he slowly became one of your many admires. Now, he's unable to escape from this desire to be around you.

Of course you would soon notice the soft spot The Batman has developed for you , so you always used that to your advantage. It was very useful to get on the tough and scary Vigilante's good side. But despite it all started as a game, you can deny you've started to feel sympathy for him. Maybe it's the fact that you've got to know him on a personal level or the way he treats you that has make you like him too. Maybe not it the way he would like, but at least you care. It's not in your nature to care about other people.

Ever since you met each other, the two of you had formed a very complicated relationship. If someone were to ask you, you'd probably say he's just a guy you occasionally hook up with and, in a weird way, kinda care for.

If someone asked him, he'd definitely think something different. Despite you liked and cared for him, you weren't planning on ever pursuing something serious with him. Bruce, however, did want to get closer to you. Of course he would never admit such a thing, knowing very well he was just another one of your many admires, wishing to someday be special.

Noticing he wasn't going to speak, you moved your hand up his arm, his eyes never leaving yours as you did so. "You know they mean nothing, right?" you muttered in a sweet voice. "Only you can touch me. Only you can have me like this, completely under your control to do whatever it is you want to do to me. Do you remember? When we were like this just a few nights ago? You on top of me, your hand on my neck–"

"You can't expect me to believe that," he cuts you off. For the first time, he avoided looking at you.

"Baby, look at me," you pleaded. Despite wanting to resist, he complied. "You're the only one, Bruce. The only one I want."

You knew he was completely at your mercy every time you called him by his real name. He had fallen so hard for you that he even revealed who he was behind the mask, but was surprise to see you've kept the secret for so long. You're not that bad after all.

Bruce's grip on your body was barely existent now, his hands barely touching you. Taking that to your advantage, you got rid of his grip on your neck and got back to your feet. He didn't do a thing to stop you, turning to look at you in silence. His eyes were trying to tell you something. A hint of desperation hidden behind them as he did his best not to move closer to you.

"You believe me, don't you?" you asked again. "You are the only one I care about."

He was still silent, but that wasn't something unusual for him. Noticing Bruce wasn't convinced, you move closer to him and wrapped one arm around his neck, forcing him to lean towards you given the height difference. Your other hand went up to his face, caressing the part of his cheek that wasn't hiding behind the mask.

"You're gorgeous, baby," you muttered. "There's no one else that can make me feel the way you do."

Bruce seemed a lot calmer, falling for what you were saying and allowing himself to put his guard down, wrapping his arms around you to gently pull you closer, your bodies fully touching. This only encouraged you further, knowing how much Bruce loved to be praised like this. You look up at his eyes, watching as they shine in contrast with the blackness around them, despite being on the middle of an empty, poorly illuminated alley. He wouldn't dare to move, waiting for you to make the first move.

You were used to people doing whatever it was you commanded, but you had to admit that having the Bruce Wayne and Batman completely under your spell gave you a satisfaction nothing else could ever give you. The thrill of a lover like him was nothing like you had ever experienced.

Finally, you leaned that extra inch closer and connected your lips with his. As soon as Bruce was allowed to kiss you, he completely melted under your touch and leaned closer to you, his grip of your tightening as he kissed you eagerly and passionately. He would be lying if he says he hasn't been hoping to be like this with you again.

You didn't care about the fact that he has once again pushed you against his car, making you rest your back on it as he leaned on top of you to continue to kiss you as needy as he has been the moment you began kissing him. Your legs would eventually wrap around him to make sure he wouldn't move back (not like he would ever want to do that, though) as his hands began trailing all over your body.

Bruce's body betrayed him when you bit his lower lip, failing to hold back the grunt that escaped his lips, making you smile proudly against his lips as he continued to kiss you.

You continued to make out for what felt an eternity, neither of you getting enough of each other. Eventually, he only moved back to whisper, "come back to the Tower with me."

You grinned, trailing a finger down his covered chest. "Can't tonight, baby. Maybe tomorrow." Disappointment was obvious on his features, but you leaned closer once again to give him a quick kiss on the lips before pushing him away from you so you could once again get back to your feet, fixing your outfit and hair. "I'll call you. Or would you prefer me to use that silly bat sign?"

Bruce didn't reply to that. "Stay out of trouble," was all he said.

"I'll try my best. Lucky for me I have my hero to come to the rescue," you replied, noticing he wasn't amused by your comment. "Oh, stop giving me that look. Learn to take a compliment!"

"Doesn't sound like a compliment when you say it like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you don't actually mean it."

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever, let's not ruin the moment we just had, okay? We can continue where we left off tomorrow." With that said, you walked towards him again to lightly kiss his cheek. "Till then, Bruce."

You winked at him before turning around and walk away, quickly disappearing in the shadows, leaving Bruce all alone again. Despite knowing he should probably stay away from you, he couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.