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[part three] we weren't just friends - okkotsu yuuta

word count: 10.2k warnings: smut! oral (f!receiving), fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, size kink (i think? yuuta's packin) praise kink, pet names (good girl, pretty girl, baby, slut is mentioned) overstimulation, soft sex summary: our two idiots may not know how to express their feelings through words, but they sure know how to find creative loopholes to solve that issue! more info: college!au so aged up characters!! roommates!au, childhood friends to lovers, the way i actuallly wrote smut for once and it's still mega softness

part three: "wish you'd let me stay, i'm ready now" ___

It wasn’t pleasant to wake up with a pounding skull.

Luckily what woke (y/n) up first was the rapping of knuckles on the door, hitting so hard it shook on it’s hinges. It was a brutal awakening, and once conscious she could still feel Mai’s rampant knocking in her head. With a groan, she burrowed her face into her pillow, attempting to block out all sound completely. Unfortunately, feathers and cotton weren't enough to do this.

“Could you stop with the banging?” A deep voice behind her groaned. She weakly made a noise of agreement.

The bed dipped and rose as the boy who’d shared it with her dragged himself out of his own comfortable bubble to go answer to the heavy knocking.

As he approached the door he could hear a faint, “Yuuta make her say sorry” whine from the lump of covers on his bed. He chuckled to himself as he swung the door open and hurried out of the room so he could close it behind him again.

Mai, still donned in the skin tight slip dress she’d worn to the bar last night, gave him a lopsided grin as he pulled the door shut.

“Wasn’t trying to intrude on your first morning after,” She teased, and gave Yuuta no time to defend himself before continuing, “But Maki’s outside, so I’m heading out”

Yuuta’s brow furrowed as he frowned at her.

“You could’ve texted me that,” He grumbled while she laughed and carried her purse and heels in one hand while traipsing her way to the door. “You didn’t have to wake up the whole building with your loudness”

“Apologies!” Mai giggled. “I just wanted to make sure you two would hear me in there!”

As she swings open the front door and wiggles her fingers back at him in a playful goodbye, she’s still giggling. Even when the door shuts again, he swears he can hear her cackling as she leaves the building.

He huffs, drags his hand over his face, and goes back into his room.

(y/n’s) curled up in a ball in the middle of the mattress. With the covers tangled around her so snug it’s hard to make out what’s her and what’s blanket. He chuckles, and there’s a little movement in the heap as she lifts her head.

“Did she say sorry?” (y/n) mumbles.

She’s turned towards him, but her eyes are closed, pinched shut to make sure no light penetrates them and sets her already frying headache on fire.

“She did,” Yuuta hums, sitting on the edge of the mattress and pushing her forehead gently back into the pillow. The force of his palm is tender, but he’s firm in guiding her back down. “She went home. Go back to sleep” He tells her softly.

(y/n) lazily swats his hand off of her head after she’s already laid back down.

“D’n’t tell me what to do” She grumbles into the pillow, already drifting back to sleep.

He chuckles at her, fixing up the blanket and tugging it to her chin. Despite her trying to suppress it, a soft smile tugs on her lips at the sweet act.

“You tuckin’ me into bed, Yuu?” She teases tiredly. He rolls his eyes affectionately. The giggle she lets out is muffled by the pillow.

“Yeah yeah, get some sleep and I’ll make you eggs when you’re up,” He tells her, smirking before she gags in reaction. “Extra runny” He adds when he gets up from the bed, and this time he’s greeted with a louder gag.

“I’ll get sick in your bed!” (y/n) threatens when he leaves.

To both of their relief, that doesn’t happen.

It takes a few hours before she feels steady enough on her feet to even get out of the bed. But at some point it’s too uncomfortable to keep trying to sleep off the hangover, and she prays a shower will soothe some of the aches and pains.

Yuuta bids her a cheeky good afternoon when she shuffles from his bedroom into the bathroom at well-past three o’clock. He’d been working on the final touches for his Econ essay at the kitchen table and was pleasantly surprised to see her up at all. She shoots him a glare but her lips deceive her and tilt into a small smile.

He’s more surprised to hear the shower running, seeing as she’d dragged her feet across the carpet and he wasn’t sure how long she’d be upright for, but he’s glad that she’s at least trying to push herself into feeling better. He doesn’t think anything more of it as he goes back to his work.

Fifteen minutes pass and he vaguely registers that the water has been shut off. And then a few minutes after that, the door creaked open.

“Hey, Yuuta?”

“Hm?” He hums in response, his fingers still gliding across his keyboard as he continues to work on his revisions.

“Would you make me those eggs now?”

He laughs, wrapping up a run on sentence that he’d probably go back to delete again later, before turning his head to give her a nod.

But he freezes and the color drains from his face as his eyes land on her. Almost instantly they begin to sting, burning with the need to blink, but they remain wide open and focused.

She’s standing there with nothing but a towel wrapped around her, water still dripping off the ends of her hair and sliding across her skin until they disappeared under the towel.

It was like someone took the dial on Yuuta’s senses and cranked it up until the knob broke off.

He was so obviously staring at her, his face awestruck as he gaped and his eyes dragged over her figure so slowly his lashes twitched.

His throat felt dry. His palms felt itchy. And when he finally met her gaze, she was raising a brow at him, expectantly.

Oh, right, she asked him a question.

“Yeah,” He said, turning his attention back to his computer so he could actually speak. “I’ll make you some eggs”

He’s quick to save his file and shut the laptop before standing from the table and heading to the kitchen.

“Thank you!” (y/n) calls, and shortly after he hears her door shutting and he can’t help but let out a long exhale.

As he gathers the eggs from the fridge and the pan from the cupboard, Yuuta tries to push the image far from his mind. But after their conversation last night and the incident from the night prior, he wonders if this is just his life now.

If he was the one destined to deal with having a hot roommate that he’d been falling for ever since they’d met in grade school. Maybe this was his torture, only brought on by himself the longer he bottled up his true feelings and pushed them deep, deep down.

This is what he deserved, he supposed. After spending years tripping over his words and his feet when it came to her. Years of struggling to keep his face from flushing when she looked at him, or trying to discreetly look at her when she didn’t notice. Years of trying to forget about the lingering buzz in his chest and haze in his brain left by her, all for the sake of trying to cling onto a friendship which paled in comparison to the ways he truly felt about her- but could never admit to.

With a skilled hand he cracked an egg over the pan and tossed the shell blindly towards the sink. It sizzled and popped as it began to cook, but even as Yuuta prodded it about the pan, his mind was far from focused on cooking.

Because now he wasn’t so sure if things were as one-sided as he previously thought.

Drunkenly making out with your best friend-slash-roommate is one thing. Maybe most would have pointed in his face and laughed for excusing such behavior, but he’d justified it as simple curiosity anyways.

But then she’d admitted to him that there were more times she thought about him in less-than-innocent-and-platonic-ways. She’d told him herself about those times- most of which Yuuta had never even thought twice about before. And then she even told him he was a good kisser!

Which begged the question in the back of his mind- was she still thinking about him?

“Shit” He hissed under his breath when he realized the egg was about to overcook past (y/n’s) liking, and rushed to slide a spatula underneath it and plate it up.

He tried to clear his mind as he cracked a second egg in the pan, wanting this one to be perfectly to her standards- not that she’d ever complain.

Just as he’s adding the second, better, egg to the plate, (y/n) pads back into the kitchen, a grin on her face as she takes the plate from him.

“Perfect, I’m starving” She cuts into the lesser-looking of the two and doesn’t comment on why it’s crispier around the edges, only smiles as she slides the fork out of her mouth.

Yuuta chuckles. All that anxiety over an egg, and she didn’t even seem to notice. Maybe all of this stuff had wormed too deep in his head. Maybe he should relax.

“I’m done with my essay,” He lies, knowing fully well that if he turned it in at it’s current state, it wouldn’t get a passing mark. “Watch a movie with me?”

(y/n) smiles and nods, still picking at her eggs as she makes her way to the sofa, putting him in charge of the remote and deciding on what to watch. Yuuta sits at what he deems a safe distance away from her. Completely on a separate cushion, and when he rests his arm along the back of the couch, he’s careful not to rest it too close to her.

He might still be overthinking everything.

But as the movie starts and (y/n) finishes her four o’clock breakfast, he slowly finds himself relaxing. His muscles feel less tense, his mind stops whirring, and for a good twenty minutes or so, he could almost pretend nothing had ever happened, and things were perfectly the same.

And then (y/n) pulls her legs up onto the couch and wiggles closer to him, until she’s tucked under his arm. He must’ve made a face, because when she looks up at him, she gives him a sheepish smile.

“What? ‘m cold,” She says, shifting closer to him still. “Does this bother you?”

“N-no!” He laughs in embarrassment when he stammers out the answer, and (y/n) chuckles back at him, before turning her attention back to the screen.

“Okay, good,” She hums, leaning her head back against his bicep. His entire arm tenses, and he’s overthinking again. “I don’t want things to be weird forever” She admits quietly.

“Don’t worry, s’not weird” Yuuta mumbles back.

She turns her head against his arm, looking up at him with a small frown. He winces, and feels guilty for lying to her.

“Yuuta, I’ve known you for a long time,” She says, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think I can tell when you’re lying”

His wince turns into a miniature smile before he huffs out a quiet laugh through his nose.

“Touche,” He mumbles, and the corners of her lips quirk upwards. “Is… is there something I can do to make it less weird?”

Her brows pinch together, signifying that she didn’t think the solution was that easy. It wasn’t a change in habits, or a lengthy conversation at the kitchen table. It was messy, it was raw, and it was currently being held up by a lump in her throat and an irregular heartbeat in her chest.

“I don’t think so,” She murmurs with a sigh. “What about me?” She turns the question onto him. “Is there anything I can do?”

He shakes his head in a small motion back at her, his eyes flickering between hers with enough attention that he catches the way they gloom with sadness. Yuuta frowns, and before he can think about potentially making things worse, his palm cups her cheek, worry taking over his features.

“Don’t be hard on yourself,” He instructs, as though he were capable of reading her mind. “You didn’t do anything wrong”

“I know- I know, you keep saying that, but I…” Her voice is strained, her throat is burning, and she blames the lingering hangover for the swell in her emotions.

But she knows that’s not the source. She knows that the last few months- no- the last few years of gathering feelings for Yuuta are catching up to her, and their drunken little experiment on this very couch was just the tipping point she needed to solidify what those feelings really meant.

Yuuta’s thumb sweeps gently over her cheekbone, his touch was light but the warmth of his skin lingered there. She found herself leaning further into it, despite her better judgment.

Reason tells her to get a grip. It tells her to pack up the hormones and move on. It tells her to go back to the bar until she finds someone to get under just to get over Yuuta, or maybe even text that stuck up asshole that Maki warned her about. Anything it would take to move past this pebble in the grand scheme of her friendship with Yuuta. Reason tells her it was one night, and she can’t let one night ruin years of a special bond.

Her heart begs to differ. It cries, it pleads, it mourns the idea of not being truthful with him. Her heart weeps with the outpour of love and desire, after spending so long wondering what something more with Yuuta would look like, only to have a small taste, a sample, really. It was killing her, the thought of never having him fully, the thought that they’d go back to their friendship, more awkward than ever.

Currently, Yuuta wishes he could get a glimpse inside of her mind, because he could practically feel her inner turmoil happening before him. Her lips were sealed shut, but her thoughts were screaming behind her eyes. His brows draw together in obvious concern, and when she finally moves, it’s not to speak.

She’s pulled away from him and off the couch in a flurry of anxious movements. Yuuta barely registers that she’s grabbed her empty plate and fork and is hurrying into the kitchen. He blinks in a daze, before getting up and following her to the sink where she’s rinsing off the dirty dishes.

“I’m sorry, I-” She’s still stammering, despite trying to clear her mind and focus on communicating what felt the most important. That she wasn’t upset, that he didn’t do anything wrong, and that she was the only one to blame for all of this.

But that’s not what comes out.

“I just didn’t really see any of this going this way, you know?”

She’s speaking more clearly, but her voice is still a shaky whisper, afraid of not being able to take the words back. Yuuta’s waiting patiently, leaning against the kitchen counter while accidentally staring daggers at her back. She knows he’s just focused, but the heaviness of his gaze adds pounds of pressure to her shoulders.

“I know,” Yuuta tries to keep his voice calm, hoping to ease her anxiety by remaining collected. Even though a fiery mess of words were clawing up his throat and threatening to come out in a humiliating act of word vomit. “But, (y/n/n), I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me all the time”

She looks at him then, her eyes glossy with tears that she was trying to keep from falling.

“Yuuta, I don’t feel uncomfortable around you,” She says softly. Her hands tangle together nervously as she turns around to face him properly. They still wring together as she leans back against the sink and tries to find the words to explain her messy thoughts. “You didn’t do anything wrong”

He tilts his head at her, brows pinching in concern. “You didn’t do anything wrong, either” He reminds her for the second time today.

“I know, but-”

“I’m serious, (y/n),” He steps forward and crosses his arms over his chest, silently begging her not to look away from him so that she’d know he meant every word of it. “Whatever we- whatever I have to do to help you, just, forget what happened, you need to tell me,” He pleads. “I don’t care what it is, I don’t care if it’s ridiculous,” He’s shaking his head as he speaks, a nasty feeling of guilt building up in his stomach that he decides to push past for the greater good of not losing her. “I don’t care, okay?” He lowers his voice. “If you want the place to yourself for a while-”

“No!”

She shoots forward then, her hands latching onto his forearm as if he were about to abandon her then and there, as if she alone was strong enough to hold him in place if he tried. Her eyes are wide with panic, and in the heat of the moment a tear tracked down her cheek. She’s just as quick to let him go and roughly wipe away the wet streak with the back of her hand.

“I don’t want that, don’t- don’t do that,” She mumbles after collecting herself a little better.

Yuuta eyes her hands, no longer tangled together in a tight ball of white knuckles. They’re still strained, stretched out in front of her like she had a fresh coat of polish on them. If he looked close enough, he could see them trembling. He starts to uncross his arms, wanting to take hold of them and talk her down from this stressful moment. He wants to remind her that no matter what’s happened, he’s there for her because he cares about her. But just as he’s about to reach for her, she’s speaking again.

“I think I just wanted that to happen for a really long time,” She sighs, one of her hands darting through her hair to pull the overstimulating loose strands away from her face. “And I… I guess I wasn’t expecting it to be like- like that,”

Yuuta’s completely frozen before her, not having expected that of all the admissions she could’ve made. Mentally he’d been packing his things. Now he felt like he had whiplash and needed a good five seconds to do a full reset on reality.

“And that’s not fair I know I- I initiated the whole thing and I should’ve never listened to the Zen’ins it was stupid but I just thought maybe if it was a fleeting thing I’d get over you and things would be normal but I’m not and things aren’t normal and I feel so-!”

“You were trying to get over me?”

Yuuta’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. In fact the forgotten movie playing in the living room had a clearer volume than him. But somehow (y/n’s) frantic rambling ceased, and a silence settled between them.

He’s waiting for her to confirm that he’d heard her correctly, even though her exact words were still spiraling around in his head on a vicious loop. While she’s waiting for the floor to open up and swallow her whole for getting so worked up and letting her mouth run on autopilot.

“(y/n),” Yuuta calls to her when she doesn’t speak, or even move, to acknowledge that she’d heard him.

He knows she had, he knows she’s aware of exactly what she’d said. He raises his eyebrows at her, wordlessly trying to get her to say something, anything. She gapes at him like a fish out of water- thrown into a completely new element that she’s not equipped for, lost and afraid that she’ll suffocate to death.

“(y/n)” He says her name again, this time stepping forward. He finally finds the courage to grab her tensed hands, and he wraps them in his and squeezes until he feels them relax. A method that he’d used countless times before to calm her down- whether she was ranting about work or having a panic attack, it always did the trick.

Even now, her eyes soften a little bit as she stares at him worriedly, trying to figure out what he was thinking before he had the chance to voice it himself. Her hands fall limp in his, and slowly, she presses her fingers into his palms.

“Yeah,” Her voice is hoarse, and her eyes lower from his, at first out of embarrassment, but then they land on his lips, pink and soft and parted in surprise, and her mind wanders off to recall just how sweetly he’d kissed her.

For that first kiss, timid and new and exciting, he’d been so gentle. If she thought about it, she could still feel the tingle of eagerness in her lips, and the warmth of his hand against her thigh. Her eyes linger a little longer than they should have as she brought herself completely back to that moment. She wants to be sure that if he’d kissed her like that- passionately, desperately- that there must have been more behind it than simple drunken curiosity, right?

“I- I was trying to get over you,” The rest of her answer has long since been delayed, but Yuuta doesn’t seem perplexed when her eyes flicker back up to his. “It wasn’t just a kiss,” She continues, her fingers curling around his hands to ensure he felt every ounce of authenticity in her words. “Not for me,” She shakes her head. “I know I said that it was but I… I was lying. It wasn’t. I just… wanted to kiss you. At least once, or, at least to be sure. About my… feelings… anyways”

Yuuta blinked. His expression had been shockingly blank, and it was starting to unsettle her. She didn’t want to have to apologize or take any of it back, but the longer he silently stared at her, the more unease stirred in her stomach.

“I lied, too,” He tells her suddenly, and her lips twitch into a nervous smile. A chuckle escapes him before he clarifies. “It wasn’t just a kiss for me either. Not even a little bit”

He watches in real time as she reacts to his admission. First her expression softens as her heart begins to melt for him. Then her eyes lit up, brightening before him so brilliantly he couldn’t help but grin, just as she was doing now.

And then before he can tell her just exactly how it is he feels, she’s pulling her hands out of his, grabbing him by the shoulders and shooting up to the tips of her toes so she could reach him properly for a kiss.

He’s startled by the sudden act, but just as quickly has his hands wrapped around her waist and is reciprocating the kiss with fervor.

She’s instantly breathless, gasping for air between fast, heated kisses, but even when Yuuta tries to give her a minute to catch her breath, her lips are chasing his and she’s locking them together needily again. Air could wait.

It only takes a miniscule shuffle backwards on her part for Yuuta’s hands to continue pushing her hips, guiding her to keep blindly tripping until her back hits the counter. A small gasp at the sudden bump escaped her throat but she recovered in a moment's notice.

Just as Yuuta’s stooping lower to her height, his hands wandering down her waist and latching onto her thighs, her own grip tightens on his shoulders as she braces herself for him to lift her up. A sweet, delighted little sound comes out of her when she’s placed on the counter and Yuuta’s slotting himself between her legs in one swift motion. Their kisses barely cease as his hands are at the nape of her neck and in her hair as he skillfully tilts her head to deepen their kiss.

Her back arches and she leans forward off the counter until she’s pressed as close to him as she can get. The bend of her knees are loosely hooked at his hips, and in small movements she tries to tighten their hold on him. This proved to be difficult as the messier his kisses became, the weaker her knees grew.

Oxygen is gifted to her in abundance as Yuuta’s mouth trails along her jaw, swollen lips dragging over sensitive skin in between lazy kisses. Her chest heaves as she pants, and Yuuta must have noticed because he chuckles into the junction of her jaw and neck.

“Why were you trying to get over me, pretty girl?” His lips tickle her neck as he speaks, punctuated with a sweet kiss followed by a filthier suckle of the alluring skin. It has her hips squirming, which Yuuta notices as well, taking great haste to wrap his hands around the dips in her waist, keeping her still and firm against him.

“I-” She’s cut off by her own gasp as Yuuta returns to leaving a pretty mark on the side of her neck, just low enough that there was no hairstyle or collar that could possibly keep it hidden. “I thought it was the right thing”

He lifts his head, finally meeting her gaze with hooded eyes and a lazy smirk that she can’t tear her eyes away from, even as he speaks.

“Right thing,” He repeats back with a chuckle that sets her body ablaze. He leans towards her again, his nose prodding hers to the side until their lips brush as they speak. “Baby, it’s an absolute shame that we weren’t doing this the whole time”

Her hands are gripping at the material of his tee shirt so tight she’s convinced she could rip it right off his chest if she wanted to. Her knuckles are white, and bound to start trembling soon, but she doesn’t care about looking foolishly desperate anymore. Wanting him is the only thought occupying her mind.

Her lips are on his again in a heartbeat, and even though she’s kissing him and she’s the one trying to tug his shirt over his head, she whines in annoyance when Yuuta breaks the kiss to properly get the material out of the way. He’s laughing again, mocking her for the pout on her lips before her hands are on him again and she’s sighing contentedly into his mouth.

And her hands are everywhere. She’s touching him like she’s never felt human skin. She touches him like she lost her sight and mapping out every inch of his body with her hands was the only way for her to know who it was before her. Delicate fingertips trace along his collarbones, down his chest, along his abdomen, through the ridges of his abs, and then all over again. At first it’s a precise dance, but it doesn’t take long for the movements to get sloppy, and the soft caresses turn into her grabbing and pawing at him.

“You c’n take mine off,” She tells him, voice low and strained against his lips. His teeth sink into her bottom lip, only for a quick second out of pure impulsive desire, before his hands are sliding under her shirt and shoving the offending clothing up and over her head. It’s dropped somewhere on the kitchen floor with his own forgotten shirt, and (y/n) grins at him as she loops her arms around his neck, fingers raking gently through the hair that hangs there. “Eager, hm?” She giggles, and for a moment, she looks genuinely delighted, happy like she’d just been told good news.

The look softens and melts into something completely different when he responds.

“Well, ‘ve wanted you since high school” His voice growing huskier than she was used to, and when he catches her lips in a deep kiss, slower and more sensual than the ones before, desire pools in her stomach and she buries her hands further into his hair.

“H- high school?” She repeats back to him in a breathy moan. Yuuta hums in confirmation, stealing another kiss. “Why didn’t you-?” The question fails her while his hands roam over her hips, snaking their way up towards her bra.

“Didn’t think it was the right thing,” He chuckles as he uses her words against her. She’d roll her eyes if they weren’t already in the back of her head from his fingers teasing her through the lacy cups of her bra. “Pretty girl, getting all worked up over nothing,” He sighs, and she tilts her head forward to chase his lips, but he doesn’t grant her another kiss right away.

One of his hands reaches for her face, cupping her cheek almost tenderly as he admires the dazed and needy look on her face. Her blown pupils, swollen lips, heavy lashes- Yuuta always found her to be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, but having her in this state might take the cake.

“If only you’d known the way I thought about you then,” He admits. Her eyes grow a little wider, curious, and excited. “Fuck, I don’t think you’d’ve wanted to live with me” He mumbles, an amused smirk on his lips.

Tugging on the strands of his hair until his face is as close as she wanted him to be, (y/n’s) lips curl into an eager smile.

“Well, we’re here now,” She murmurs. One of her hands travels down his neck and then the rest of his body, almost on it’s own accord, until her fingers prod and tuck into the waistband of his sweats. Her eyes follow the bob of his adam’s apple when he swallows thickly, her smile only brightening. “And this time there’s no one to interrupt us?” She tilts her head as she makes the quiet suggestion, and Yuuta’s smile begins to mirror her own.

“Oh, ‘s that so?” He asks, his hands scooping her up off the counter and lifting her into his chest with ease. The quick movement makes her laugh, her arms winding around his neck, and her legs hooking over his hips.

She’s still grinning like an idiot when she leans down to kiss him again. It’s messier than before, all teeth and breathless laughter, but the moment is so sweet, and it feels so good to kiss him properly- not on some silly whim, but for real- that she doesn’t care about it being sloppy. His hands are secured tight under her legs, and when they part again, she raises an eyebrow at him.

“Would you like to take me right here or…?” She asks, her face undeniably flushing with pink at the forward question. He chuckles, his eyes crinkling at their corners as he smiles back at her, giving her left leg a teasing squeeze.

“Take you, hm?” He mocks, before adjusting her against him, pulling her closer, holding her tighter, and her face grows hotter with embarrassment but she’s grinning from ear to ear nonetheless.

“Mhm” She nods, and is giggling quietly again as he begins to carry her with him out of the kitchen.

He wants to keep kissing her, but he can’t help but let his stare linger on her pretty features. His heavy gaze has her flustering even more in his hold, only making him want to stare at her for longer. It’s making him a bit clumsy, tripping over their shirts on the floor, knocking into the furniture on the way, tipping a chair over and wincing when it hits the ground, but not caring enough to go back and correct it. They’re still laughing, noses brushing and quick kisses being stolen in between quiet giggles and hushed, teasing whispers.

“Don’t you dare drop me”

“Before the chance to ‘take you’, pretty girl? Wouldn’t dream of it”

She’s not sure of the room he’s brought them into until the door is kicked shut and she’s greeted with twinkly orange fairy lights and the lingering scent of incense and her favorite perfume.

Once the door is shut his lips are on hers again, so swollen they almost feel sore but he’d rather go numb than refrain from kissing her again. He moves slowly, memorizing every dip and curve of her lips, every taste of her velvety mouth.

He’s even slow when he sets her down on the bed, and slow to let her go so she can shuffle back on the covers. He pauses completely when she settles at her headboard, her thumbs sticking into the hem of the cotton shorts she’d been wearing, and pushing them down her legs.

She’s biting her lip to keep from smiling too hard when she drops them on the floor, her eyes never leaving his.

“Well are you getting in bed with me, or not?”

He didn’t need to be asked twice, kneeling on the mattress and crawling over her until she was caged beneath him, hands settled at either side of her head to keep himself from putting too much weight on her. Her eyes brighten from underneath him, and her hands wrap around the nape of his neck to pull him down to her lips.

“I’ve been wonderin’ about somethin’,” Yuuta hums, appreciating the purple love bite on her neck before deciding she could use some more. His hands slide beneath her, unclasping her bra with ease before reaching for the straps on her shoulders and sliding them down her arms. She hums in response, tilting her chin back as he continued to pepper kisses down her neck and across her chest. “That night, when you hurried off to bed,” He reminds her, a large, calloused palm trailing from her side down to her hip, agonizingly slow. His thumb stretches out to tease at the waistband of the baby blue panties she wore, admiring the lacy trim before flicking his gaze back up to hers. “D’ya touch yourself?”

A bashful giggle escapes her, her head tossing to the side in the hopes of hiding her embarrassment in her pillow. Her reaction was answer enough, and enough to make the corner of Yuuta’s lips twitch in a lazy smirk, but he still wanted a better response than that.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Gotta have an answer, I’m afraid,” There’s a teasing lilt in his voice that’s melting her like putty in his hands.

He gives her the benefit of easing up on the heavy gaze, dropping his head to plant kisses down her chest, through the valley of her breasts, before exploring over to the perky nipple. He rolls his tongue lazily over the hardened bud, before wrapping his teeth and lips around it and giving it a small tug, just as his hand groped at her other breast with a gentle, experimental squeeze. She squirmed beneath him, longing for more. He smirks as he releases her nipple with a pop of his lips, just as his fingers pinch the other one, tweaking it and watching as her face screws up and a long whine is evoked from her. His hands knead selfishly at her breasts a bit more as his lips travel down her chest excitedly, only slowing down once he’d crawled down enough to reach her navel.

“You been worked up since then, baby?” He murmurs so sweetly that she whines. He drags one of his hands down to rest across the lowest part of her tummy. It splayed out far enough to grip at the plush of her thigh, and still trail his thumb over the lacy hem of the last of her garments. She raises her hips for him, desperate to feel just a little more friction from his hands.

And then she nods, shaky and fast, and her hand wraps around his wrist, tugging needily, but he keeps his hold firm on her hip, squeezing a little tighter.

Yuuta grins as she whines in irritation, his eyes flickering down to the wet patch on her panties, and then back up to her pouting face.

“Y’look so pretty when you’re needy like this,” He sighs, before settling down on the mattress completely. Using his hand on her hip he tossed her leg over his shoulder with ease, his other hand wrapped under her thigh, holding it just right so she’d keep them open for him. “You don’t know how long I thought about this pretty girl, ‘bout you”

With his free hand, he ghosted his thumb over her panties, just barely hovering over where she craved the friction the most. This elicited another whine.

“Yuuta,” She huffed, one of her hands fisting the sheets beneath her tightly as a means to let out the pent up frustration he was putting her through. “Please, touch me, please”

He hums, and hooks his thumb through the crotch of her panties, tugging the material to the side to give him a better view of the sticky mess she was making. He couldn’t help but groan as he dragged the fat pad of his thumb from her soaked hole up to the hood over her clit, dragging it back painfully slow. Her breaths grew even more labored, and Yuuta gave into her pleas as soon as her puffy clit was exposed.

“I like when you say please” He murmurs, breath cool over her slick heat.

He didn’t give her a chance to say anything else before he wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud, giving it a languid roll of his tongue. Her hips stuttered and he quickly found he’d have to hold on a little tighter to keep her legs nice and spread for him.

A few more slow licks and she was moaning for him. Her head tossed back into her pillows, her back arched and hips raised for him while she whimpered and whined sweet noises for him. Every little sound spurred him on further, earning her an eager suck at her throbbing clit.

She got more vocal as his finger circled her needy hole, clenching around nothing as he ghosted around the outside, feeling more wetness spill out the longer he teased her. Yuuta had to press his own hips hard into the mattress just to ease the mind-consuming hardness in his pants.

When he teases the tip of his finger inside, feeling her tight, warm walls practically suck him in, he groans into her pussy, and that was all the more she needed to get louder, and a little more confident about asking for what she wanted.

“Yes, yes, Yuuta, please, put it in, put it in” She’s babbling, carried away by her own building desire, and shamelessly rutting her hips to try and get him to press his thick finger in further.

He hums, sending another jolt through her core as his lips are still wrapped around her clit, and she’s chanting again.

“Please, p- please, please~” Over and over like a mantra, each strained whimper more enticing to him than the last. Until eventually he grants her wish, and curls his finger the rest of the way inside, moving at a slow pace.

It doesn’t take him long to find the spongy spot when he curls his finger just right inside of her that makes her chant his name with so much praise he worries he could cum in his pants just listening to her.

“Gonna-!” She’s cut off by a sharp breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as his tongue rolls viciously over her overstimulated clit while he plunges a second finger to pump in and out of her. “Yuu-ta-! I’m gonna-! You’re gonna make me-!”

“C’mon pretty girl,” He mutters into her pussy, giving her clit a harsh suck in between. “You can do it, cum for me baby”

The hot, tightening cord in her core finally snaps, washing heat and pleasure over her body in waves so strong she’s tearing up as she cries out his name and clamps down on his fingers, still pumping in and out of her as more sticky cream coats them. He’s grinning at the sight of her shaking legs and screwed up face that relaxes as the sudden climax wears off into a dazed high. He sits up on his knees with a chuckle, sliding his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean almost dramatically before her.

Her eyelids feel heavy as she gazes up at him in all of his glory. His lips and chin are slick with her juices, his pupils are blown wide and his hair hangs in front of his face, a few strands getting stuck to his forehead. But he quickly rakes a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face before he’s lowering himself over her again, kissing either of her hips before working his way up her body.

“Did so good f’me, baby,” He praises as his lips reach the top of her breasts, mouthing at the soft flesh before continuing on to her marked up collarbones. “So perfect, so sexy when you cum,” He continues to babble out praise while she whimpers and wiggles beneath him, already seeking out more friction. “Wanna make you do it again”

Her hands trail down his abdomen, fingernails dragging just slightly over his skin, until they reach the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Then take these off” The demand comes out as more of a whine than she means it to, and she pouts when he chuckles at her.

“Eager, hm?” He teases.

“Stop using my words against me” She huffs, and one of Yuuta’s hands is enough to replace both of hers, giving his pants and boxers a swift tug that pushes them to his thighs, before he peels them the rest of the way off.

“Make me”

He grins at her, but her teasing mood melts away as soon as he’s completely naked on top of her and she watches his erect dick spring out from the confines of his clothes, tapping against his abs. She knows she’s staring too hard, but she can’t help it. It was her first time seeing her best friend’s dick. And she had no idea he was so… big.

She’d never had much trouble with the couple of guys she’d slept with before, and they hadn’t exactly had small dicks, but looking at him now, she wasn’t sure he’d even fit in there.

“You never told me you had a big dick” She mumbles, shyly meeting his gaze. Yuuta tries to stifle his laughter, but her eyes are so wide and full of wonder that he can’t help but chuckle a bit at her reaction.

“It’s not exactly something- fuck-”

He’s cut off when her hand tentatively reaches between them, wrapping around the thick base and giving him an experimental pump before sliding her thumb over the swollen pink tip, gathering the precum leaking out of it and spreading it down the rest of his length. Yuuta shudders out a breath, his eyes falling shut as he tries to compose himself, she’d barely touched him and his fist was clenched in the sheets.

“Not exactly something friends t- talk about” He stammers as she pumps him again, a small smile growing on her face as she watches his composure crumple as he gives into the pleasure.

“Well maybe you should’ve,” She murmurs, widening her legs as she guides him closer to her. “We probably would’ve fucked a long, long time ago”

It’s by far not the crudest thing said today, but it’s enough for him to take her hand and push it into the pillow beside her head. During the action his eyes catch the silver chain daintily clasped around her wrist, little star and moon charms clinking together. His eyes gloss over with an emotion (y/n’s) never noticed on him before, but she doesn’t get the chance to question him about it before his free hand taking his cock and rubbing the fat head through her wet folds. They both whine at the pleasurable friction.

“Fuck, baby,” Yuuta sighs as he lets his hips roll over hers a few more times. If she felt this good just like this he wasn’t sure he’d make it long once he was inside. Nonetheless, he’s eager to line himself up at her entrance. “Ready f’me?” He asks, his eyes meeting hers, and she nods up at him breathlessly.

She might be lying, because truthfully as soon as he pushes the tip in, she gasps and fights the urge to wince at the pain of being split open so wide. This was certainly the biggest dick she's ever taken, and he wasn’t even halfway in yet. But the more he pushes in, the more the sharp pain turns to pleasure of being so filled up.

“Aah- Yuu-” She cries out, her nails scratching up his back a little harder than she intended. He hissed at the feeling but made no move to keep her from doing it. “Too- ‘s too big,” She whines just as he bottoms out. “Won’t fit- won’t-”

“Shh, no, baby, look,” He coos, his hand cupping her face sweetly before he presses a kiss to her lips and nods down to where he’s completely sheathed inside of her. “It’s all in, you’re takin’ me so well, see?” He muses, giving her a small rock of her hips that has her whining again. “Can I keep goin’?” His thumb strokes over her cheekbone, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen there.

She gives him a shaky nod, before sighing loudly.

“Yes, please,” She hums, and when he pulls out most of the way and slowly sinks back in, her nails are dragging over his back again, clinging tight to his broad shoulders in between scratches.

He groans every time he buries himself inside of her, picking up more of a pace with every thrust, and making sure to praise her as soon as he catches his breath and is able to do so.

“Feel’so good, baby, takin’ it so good” He grunts as his hips slam into hers with a little more force than before, earning a high pitched moan of pleasure out of her, followed by a tighter grip on his shoulders. Yuuta hums appreciatively and repeats the action until she’s letting out nonstop strings of breathy moans and broken syllables that don’t quite make words.

“Does- ah! Feels- feels good,” She stammers out, rocking her hips in time with him and crying out when his tip hits that spot inside of her that makes a familiar knot twist in her stomach. “So good, Yuuta, right- right there-!”

“Here?” He rasps, his hands pulling her hips upwards for a better angle, and he’s rewarded with a yelp of surprise as her back arches further to meet his thrusts.

“Uh- uh-huh” (y/n) whines back at him as he picks up a faster pace.

Just as she’s about to warn him that she can feel her orgasm coming on, one of his hands slides across her hip until his thumb finds her clit, rubbing messy circles into it until she’s crying out his name like he’d show her mercy.

“Gettin’ so tight, baby, you gonna cum?” A fucked out grin takes over his face as he rubs harsher over the bundle of nerves. (y/n’s) jaw trembles as she gasps and moans. He groans as her walls flutter around him, getting tighter and wetter by the second. She was about to snap, if it wasn’t obvious in the way she whimpered and cried out his name, he could feel it coming on. “Be a good girl and cum all over my cock, hm?”

The wave of her second orgasm is more powerful than the first, her entire bod shuddering as Yuuta continues to fuck her through it, watching a ring of cream form around his dick. She’s still whimpering and babbling out nonsense while he’s fucking her, delighting in the hot wetness that of her post-orgasm pussy. The praise falls from his lips before he can think about what he’s saying at all.

“Fuck, baby, you jus’ got so much wetter f’me” His head falls to the crook of her neck, kissing and sucking at any skin he can reach while his lips relentlessly pound into her.

“All f’you,” She mumbles back uselessly, feeling overstimulated in the most deliciously mind-numbing way. “Jus’ f’you, only you”

He nips teasingly at her throat before kissing the spot sweetly.

“That’s right, pretty girl, all mine now, yeah?” He groans, and she nods weakly back at him, teary eyes struggling to meet his as that coil in her core starts wrapping up tight again.

“Mhm” Is all she can manage for an answer.

“That’s it, baby,” Yuuta praises through a deep groan. “Y’gonna cum again, aren’t you?” She can’t possibly work up the energy to respond, only whining and trembling beneath him like a slut. His pretty n’ perfect little slut. “Fuck, love your pussy s’much, wanna fuck y’like this all the time now, love f’cking you, love you s’much”

With the mindless praise comes a confession that was less than meaningless, and suddenly (y/n’s) eyes are wide and his hips are stuttering and the heat of the room begins to make them sweat more than the strenuous cardio.

Yuuta opens his mouth, about to say something, maybe take it back, or explain that he didn’t mean it the way it sounded, but (y/n) beats him to it, and she cuts through the bullshit before he can even start.

“You meant that,” Her voice is soft and gentle as she stares up at him with wide eyes. Her pupils are still taking up most of her pretty eyes, flickering over his shocked expression with a curious glint. “Didn’t you?”

The rest of the question comes out in a barely-there whisper, but he watches the movement of her lips, perfectly catching what she was saying.

“(y/n/n), look, I-”

“I love you,” She murmurs out before he can come up with a way to explain himself. Her hands are shaky as she reaches for his face, sliding them around his jaw and pulling him down close to her, whimpering in the slightest when the movement has his cock sliding along her walls just right.

There’s tears in her eyes as she stares up at him with nothing but genuine emotion. Her lips tremble as they curl into a small and her gaze flickers between his eyes adoringly.

“I do, I love you,” She says it again, smiling even wider as the sweet confession tumbles past her lips. “I love you so much, Yuuta- I- I love you so much it’s been driving me crazy” She lets out a breathless laugh before pressing a quick peck to his lips.

His eyes are wide and so focused on her he barely registers her small kiss.

He blinks, trying to clear his mind, trying to focus properly on what she’s telling him.

“I did mean it,” He forces out, lips brushing hers as he mumbles the admission. “I do, love you. I love you- I’ve always loved you, it’s always been you, baby, always,” The block in his throat is quickly removed as the babbling resumes, as does the gentle rocking of his hips.

(y/n) can’t recall a time she’d ever had sweet sex with anyone- she can’t recall a time she’d ever craved sweet sex with someone. But something about being underneath Yuuta, having him fuck her softly while he goes on about how much he loves her, has her breath getting caught in her throat and tears of joy and pleasure sliding down her cheeks. He kisses them away between whispered confessions and promises.

“Loved you f’ so long,” He murmurs against her cheek, before leaning down to capture her lips in a sweet kiss, only to be cut off when she gasps, a third orgasm reaching it’s climax. “Love you always, love you s’much, want you to cum f’me again, baby, m’kay?”

With a weak nod, she drops one of her hands to reach down and circle her clit. It’s so sensitive she cries out right away, and Yuuta groans as her walls spasm around his cock.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it, good girl,” He praises, rutting into her a little harder. “Want you to cum with me” He instructs, and she nods again, whimpering and crying in agreement.

“‘m gonna- oh, Yuuta, ‘m gonna-!”

She can’t finish her words, but she clenches down around him and that’s the final straw Yuuta needed to cum, thick hot ropes coating her walls with a deep groan, simultaneously pushing her over the edge with him as she tightens around him and cums again, breathy moans leaving her in pants as all of her muscles spasm.

Yuuta drops his forearm to the mattress, his hand pushing some of her hair away from her face before tracing gently over her cheek. Her eyes were still shut, lips parted as she came down from her high and tried to catch her breath. They’re both hot and sticky with sweat and various other juices ruining the sheets, but right now neither of them care in the slightest.

He just wants to stay here for as long as possible and enjoy how pretty she looks underneath him.

“I can feel you staring” She mumbles, peeking an eye open to catch him in the act. He chuckles at her, pressing his hand against her cheek, heart fluttering when she pushes her face further into the warmth, despite being hot and sweaty, his heat was comforting.

“Can’t help it,” He murmurs back, pecking his lips to the tip of her nose. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He praises. “Even prettier naked. And under me. Bonus points”

Now she’s the one to giggle quietly, her eyes crinkling and her cheeks flushing with color.

“Be right back,” He hums, kissing her nose again before climbing off the bed, grabbing his sweats from the floor and pulling them on with tired movements before leaving the room.

He must not have been gone long, because when he’s back (y/n) feels like it still wasn’t enough time to catch her breath. But she smiles when she sees he’s brought a glass of water and a damp rag.

He hands her the water before he slides her legs open to gently clean up the sticky mess they’d both made. He does his best to be careful, knowing she was overly sensitive. When he’s done he tosses the rag into his laundry bin and turns back to her with a smile.

“C’mon,” He hums, sliding his hands around her hips. “Let’s get you into clean clothes, too”

She sits up with his help, and he leaves the bed in search of clean panties and a cozy set of pajamas. She gets dressed with his help too, although she insists she could’ve done it herself.

“Thank you,” She hums once she’s in clean clothes. “I’ll have to wash my sheets-”

“We can do it tomorrow,” Yuuta hums, scooping her up from the bed with a grin. (y/n) smiles as she leans her head against his shoulder, not even bothering to tease him for needlessly carrying her from her room to his. “I just want to spend the rest of tonight with you”

“M’kay” She murmurs sleepily, and thanks him again when they’re in his room and he’s laying her down in his sheets.

As soon as he’s settled into his side she wiggles closer, pressing him onto his back so that she can lay on top of his warm chest, humming contentedly like a cat in a patch of sunshine once her leg is thrown over his and his hand cradles the back of her head.

Yuuta pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a few moments longer than necessary, hoping he could convey every last feeling he held for her through the simple affection.

“I love you, (y/n)” He murmurs softly.

Lazily, her hand reaches around until she finds his, fingers pushing his palm open and sliding across it until she slots them between his. He curls his fingers over her hand, squeezing gently, before letting his thumb trace along hers mindlessly.

She tilts her head until her chin rests on his chest, just close enough to look at him properly without being uncomfortable. A soft smile curls on her lips, which he quickly mirrors.

“I love you, Yuuta,” She whispers back, before sliding up closer to him, propping herself up on a shaky elbow, her fingers also trembling as they touch softly against his chin, and then his lips, tracing the curve of his smile, pressing into the plush of his bottom lip, all the while watching with eyes holding nothing short of pure adoration. “A lot,” She adds almost as an afterthought, before leaning downwards, pausing just short of his lips. “Thank you for not letting me slip away,” She tells him, staring so deep into the dark oceans of his eyes that she wonders if she could drown in them. “Thank you for not letting me go”

His smile softens, and the hand that he had tangled in her hair slides to the nape of her neck, before reaching for her cheek.

“Me? Let you go?” He chuckles warmly, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he smiles at her. He guides her face closer to his. “Never,” He mumbles, before sealing their lips together in a long, gentle kiss. When they part, he holds her close so their foreheads touch, gazing up at her fondly. “You’re my moon and stars, pretty girl”

A flash of recognition lights up in her eyes, and her heart melts just a little more for him.

“Is that so?” She teases, but her words are faint, whispered against his lips with barely any volume behind them. He smiles, brushing his nose over hers playfully.

“Mhm,” He hums. “Always have been”

“Then I guess that makes you…” She trails off thoughtfully, before her eyes light up and she looks down at him again. “The sun,” She murmurs.

Yuuta laughs, his brows furrowing together in disbelief and humor.

“Don’t laugh,” (y/n) pouts. “I mean it. You are the sun. My sun” She adds the last part bashfully.

“I think that’s the afterglow talking” He teases with a chuckle, dropping his head back into his pillow. (y/n) grins, wiggling closer until she slid her body overtop of his, straddling one of his legs and beaming down at him when he wrapped his hands around her hips, slipping them under the tee shirt she had on.

“Maybe,” She drawled, both of them giggling quietly to themselves. “But it’s true. You’re bright, and warm…” She trails off, sliding her hands up his chest and giggling before cupping his face and leaning over to smile right at him. “You shine and make my every day… better because of it”

His lips part, taken aback by the sudden sweet words. (y/n’s) cheeks are pink, but she doesn’t shy away from his gaze, only leans closer to brush her lips over his.

“Who knew you were a softie?” He hums, hooking a finger under her chin to keep her close.

“Well, like you said,” She furrows her brow in mock seriousness. “Afterglow”

He chuckles, shaking his head before pulling her chin downward so he could slant his lips over hers properly.

She melts down into him, the simple kiss turning into a lazy makeout session that only got messier and lazier the more she sunk into him. He chuckles when her tongue glides across his bottom lip, breaking the kiss.

“I can feel you fallin’ asleep, baby” He teases, cupping her cheek and tucking her down into him, before grabbing his blanket and pulling it over them both. (y/n) pouts.

“Wasn’t fallin’ asleep” She mutters back. He hums in disbelief.

“S’ok. There’s plenty of time for that tomorrow, yeah?” He asks, sliding his hand over her hip and caressing soothing circles into her skin. “And the next day… and the next day…”

She giggles quietly at him before giving in and settling comfortably against him. He kisses her forehead once, twice, and then a third time just because.

“Alright, alright. Want to go get breakfast tomorrow?” She asks before yawning, and only sinking deeper into the cozy warmth that was him afterwards.

“Askin’ me on a date?” Yuuta muses, but nods his head right away. “I’m in”

“Okay, then, it’s official” She mumbles, smiling into his neck.

“Official” He murmurs back, smiling stupidly to himself even long after she’s gone to sleep on top of him. ___

bonus:

[maki] : for the record, i told you boning was the way to go.

[mai] : don’t be gross. just be happy for them. [mai] : but. ya. glad u boned ur way to happily ever after you cute n sexy bunnies!!!

[maki] : but what I said was gross?? blegh :p

[(y/n)] : ur both gross but i <3 you anyways [(y/n)] : besides, the stuff toge said to yuuta was waaaay weirder o_O ___

xoxo ~ jordie

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artdcnaldson · 1 month ago

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https://x.com/sexuaiz/status/1849099610083532864?s=46

(nsfw link) religious!reader and religious!art who end up doing smth along the lines of the video bc it’s “technically not inside” ☝️ art ends up cumming so hard he’s looking at wedding rings the next day 😭😭

THIS IS SOOO !!!!!!

Art bringing up any loopholes he can think of because he doesn’t want to go to hell but he wants you so bad :( he’s being tempted, his faith is being tested, but as long as he doesn’t actually fuck you he’s not sinning, right? he remembers growing up in church and hearing all about little loopholes and things he can do to get around waiting for marriage.

But this is the closest you’ve ever been. Usually it’s just dry humping through your clothes or with a sheet or a pillow between the two of you but this is warm hot slick bodies pressed against one another. Your cunt dripping as you grind against his cock. The rub of lace and your wet folds along every inch except his poor neglected tip, which just presses and slaps against his tummy with every rut of your hips.

When he cums he spills all over his abs, coating them with rope after rope of thick cum. He doesn’t jerk off, not that much anyway, so when he cums it’s always messy. And you keep going, whining about how close you are, how you’re almost there, that he just needs to hold on a little longer. His thighs twitch with the overstimulation and he wriggles, but he’s too wrapped up in how hot you look moaning and writhing on top of him to make you stop.

And yeah, the next day he calls his grandma to insist he’s found the one and beg for her ring to propose one day. And yeah it’s because he loves you, because you share his values and will make a perfect wife. But it’s also because he needs to fuck you so badly it’s making him crazy.

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cvnt4him · 6 months ago

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"woah would you look at that, deku just took out that guy with a single punch!"

"he's so amazing!~"

"you're my hero!!!"

So many people chant, root, and holler for even the slightest glimpse of his attention, even a glance.

"Mr deku, what can you tell us about this villain, you hadn't even put up much of a hassle and yet he appears to be tired!" One report gleams.

It's true. He hadn't done too much, one simple practically, light punch and the criminal was already down, he knew that. Deku knew he was good, he knew others thought he was good. He thrived on that kind of energy.

"oh~, well you know, I'm not one to brag nor bring other people down, criminal or not we're all human." He sings to the reporter, hinting at the fact she gave the measly little lowlife schmuck at best, a promotion to 'villian'. cameras flashing everywhere as he heard a bunch of girlish screams, everyone looks over to see a bunch of fan girls rallying to get an autograph.

Dammit.

Izuku tried so hard not to let his smile faulter, its not that he disliked his fans, really he could never, he knows one of the reasons he's here is because of his fans, and he loves them all equally no matter what. However. scrolling on the Internet, especially as a pro hero it's hard not to go down a loophole of your own fans. Izukus fans are nice, sure. But they're also bat shit crazy.

Doxxing people for disagreeing, assuming he was gay for his best friend dynamite, writing fanfiction about him and his best friend dynamite, assuming he had a new significant other because he changed up his style of clothing??

Really his fans are too much, he loves them, he does. But they are just so...smothering?

As he sees the fans hurrying toward him he tries his hardest to jump away as he was stopped by a little deaf girl who wanted an autograph.

Shit. You can't NOT give a little deaf girl an autograph it'd be bad publicity. he sighs deeply in defeat, knowing how easily persuaded he is, he'll most likely be there standing, on his feet, smiling wide and big for fans, for the next hour and a half.

Izuku sighed deeply through his nose as he finally, after 5 more hours of working, made it back to his bed, that's all he wanted. He didn't bother taking his suit off just simply jumping in his bed and groaning at the comfort he longed for.

He grabbed his phone and opened Twitter.. that was the first mistake of the night, he scrolled through his feed coming across a post of a girl just rambling about her ever lasting love for deku.

He shifted in his bed so now he was laying back on his pillows, turning up the sound to hear your beautifully slurred voice.

"- like bro.. I don't think any of you understand how my NEED for this man is like just.. sigh. I'm about to go crazy bro. If I were given the chance I'd do unholy. Unspeakable. Down right horrendous things to this man, i- aHaAVE YOU SEEN HIS NEW HERO SUIT??" You were talking to your friend who had the idea to start recording you while you were drunk, laughing and snorting at you.

The video was posted by you, the caption read; 'my friend started recording while i was drunk and i randomly went on a rant ab my love for the #1 hero 💀'

He snickered at this, genuinely finding it funny, but sooner or later it registered in his brain what you'd said..you'd do what to him.

Before he knew it he was semi hard, he looked down at his slight hard on confused, there is no way this turned him on?? He had been sent so many videos of his fan girls from all ages going down on a dildo with his name slapped on it, he never found it the least but attractive, just kind of desperate..

He watched the video again, his cock becoming fully erect as he sighed at the uncomfortable feeling of his now leaking, completely hard cock, rubbing against his suit pants.

It had been a while since he'd done something like this.. since he had used someone..he needed this, just to relax. Just a couple of strokes to get him to come, that's all.

He let out a shaky sigh, slowly trailing his thick fingers up and down his clothed cock, earning a light squeak to rip from his throat due to the slight pleasure he felt from the gentle actions.

He knew he needed it, he needed this so badly, but he wouldn't rush it. He hated when he rushed things, he says 'they never get done correctly'.

So he would be patient with himself, gently palming himself over his suit pants, letting breathy sighs leave his slightly dried and chapped lips.

He looked over to his phone to see the paused video...

'oh what the hell.' he thought to himself as he grabbed the phone, angling and holding it close to his ear to hear your voice and the loud laughs that he hopefully tried to blur out of his mind. Focusing on your voice fully.

He held the phone close to his ear closing his eyes listening to your slurred speech, and the hiccups and giggles that left your mouth, he bit his lip as his palming motions began to get harder and more rough, "I would do down right horrendous things to this man." That line stuck with him, that's what made him undo his pants and shimmy them off so he could fully touch his leaking, crying cock.

He groaned in embarrassment and disgust in himself at the sight of his already soaked boxers, why did his cock have to be so leaky!!

He whimpered at the sight, pulling his boxers down just enough to have his cock hit against himself. He wrapped two fingers around his cock and rolled his eyes back, biting his lip to sustain the sound that wanted to come out. He stroked himself slowly, letting the precum on his tip continue to drip down his thick cock.

He had listened to the audio all over again this time fixating on the part where you'd talked about his suit. He had changed up his suit a couple of times, never really straying away from the original concept he had in highschool, the green was always there to stay, and he always liked the fact his suit was more of a jumpsuit kind of thing, but changing it over the years, he went with a tighter fabric for his new and improved suit, removing the bunny ears at the back, and adding a white cape, replacing his huge bulky gloves with just as thick, smaller and well fitted ones, the white the painted his suit was now black.

He hadn't done much to his suit really.

But you and so many others thought it was the sexiest thing in the world.

He loved that, that you loved his suit, he whimpered in a pitchy octave, eyes crossing as he shut them, breaths becoming uneven as he wraps his whole hand around his aching, dripping, cock. It yearned for release, he needed it, it hurt so bad but felt so good he couldn't stop, he was sooo close!

So so close, and yet.. not close enough to get him there. He abandoned all self respect and hope for 'not rushing things' he needed to come and the only way he could is if he really touched himself.

He ripped off the top of his hero suit before rummaging in his bedside drawer to grab a Fleshlight, it was a lot more advanced than your normal average pussy shaped fleshie, it had handle and so many different modes!!! It vibrated and wiggled and had a squirt thingy that shot lube inside to make his cock slippery, not that he'd need it, his cock is like a water fountain with so much cum to give.

He turned it onto its highest setting before settling his twitching cock, dribbling with precum, inside of it.

He couldn't contain the line of moans that ripped out of him, he wanted to really he did, he wanted to keep quiet for his neighbors but he just couldn't, he felt so fucking good, he'd felt that he'd never been this hot or bothered before especially not because of some measly audio that wasn't in any way remotely sexual, and yet he was so close to cumming because of it. This video. This person. You.

You were so close to making him cum.. he was right there bucking his hips up into the contraption, shaking, whilst his whole body spasmed as he threw his head back, sweat dripping from his tired and spent body, he groaned and moaned so loudly it was so lewd, he was so lewd. He couldn't believe what he was doing, he felt so dirty, but in this very moment, he couldn't care. He was so drunk off of the immense amount of pleasure he was receiving that all he wanted, needed, was to cum.

And when he finally released with a high pitched moan, globs of tears leaving his rolled eyes, there was so much, ropes of his white, hot, thick cum squirting inside of the toy. It was still vibrating against his softening cock, it made him so overstimulated yet he couldn't move, his orgasm was so strong he didn't have the energy to take his cock out. He just sat there, holding onto the toy that continuously vibrated and massaged his limp, thick, crying cock, crying, sniffing, and whimpering.

Hell he'd probably already came again without even knowing it, his orgasms had gone on for a while, he still couldn't move, just blissfully laying against his bed, covered in sweat and tears streaming down his reddened freckled face.

As he regained his composure, the overstimulation was more than enough, he hiccuped, wiping his face from the tears and sweat that covered it, as he turned off the toy and tossed it off of his bed, he was half naked, hot, and hungry.

He groaned as he draped one of his arms over his face, feeling the sweat and tears cover his forearm, as he heard the video that had been playing over and over again on repeat. His eyes shot wide open as he scurried to grab his phone. he looked at the video in disgust. Had he really just gone to a new low, and came to this stupid video of a dumb drunk girl complimenting him??

His post nut clarity was always bad, especially because he did some pretty down bad, disgusting, sinful things. But this? Yeah he deserved to suffer for all eternity.

He groaned placing his phone under his pillow as he buried his face in said pillow, squeezing his eyes shut at how hard he'd came, his cock still filthy and sticky with his thick ooey gooey cum, now dirtying his bed.

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AN: he hates himself for how much and how hard he came, he really does.

I'm making a pt 2🤭

#deku smut #deku x reader #izuku is so girlie pop #izuku x reader #boku no hero academia #mha #mha x reader #cvnts-post

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cold-kitty · 8 months ago

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Remember the Yandere Neuvillette fic? Well you know that one meme that goes like "I have two sides"? That's how I am with Neuvillette. On one hand, I like to think of him as the sweet goober that was in that fic. On the other hand? Well...

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Contains: NSFW (not with darling), murder (not darling), Neuvillette is quite literally insane, Neuvillette is slightly rough with darling (not sexually), abuse of power, mentions of kidnapping, stealing darlings things, Neuvillette has masochistic tendencies

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Yan!Neuvillette who hires you as an assistant. you tidy up a bit, bring him things he needs, just normal things.

Yan!Neuvillette who stares at you, stares. he only works half of the day, the rest of that time is spent staring at you.

Yan!Neuvillette who will invite you to lunch everyday, insisting that he pays even though you want to. oh don't worry, it's not like it's a date. even though it should be...

Yan!Neuvillette who will steal your used napkins, spoons/forks/chopsticks, leftovers, anything that you've touched or put your mouth on.

Yan!Neuvillette who takes those things home with him, swiping the saliva off of them and is immediately tugging down his pants.

Yan!Neuvillette who is definitely physical with you. hugs, patting your head, hooking your arm in his, standing a little too close to you, etc.. but he's very insistent with it, and he doesn't care if you turn down the offer, it only makes him squeeze you harder than usual (which is abnormally hard for someone who's supposed to be platonic with you).

Yan!Neuvillette definitely swipes some of your clothes, gaslighting you that you didn't wear it. gloves? no silly, you didn't wear any.

Yan!Neuvillette who also finds the cologne you use, spraying it on all over his room, especially his pillow.

Yan!Neuvillette is a pillow fucker 100%, his pillow is constantly nestled between his plush thighs as his hips move feverishly against it.

Yan!Neuvillette who talks to his pillow, pretending it's you. begging it, whining with it, holding it as if it were a person. p-please love- ngh... please please please i wanna cum, please- darling please l-let me- hah- cum...

Yan!Neuvillette who has fantasies of you randomly bending him over his desk, ripping his clothes apart and absolutely ravaging him.

Yan!Neuvillette who has a certain ache for pain with you. slap him, kick him, hit him, bite him, strangle him, he'd even let you cut him for Christ's sake. make him bleed and cry, bruise him and make him sore. anything that you do is ecstasy for him, and he would love you to have power over him like that.

Yan!Neuvillette who goes batshit feral when you're affectionate with someone. teeth gritted, body twitching, eyes wide with rage, but he would never ever do anything to hurt you, so he simply slits the persons throat.

Yan!Neuvillette who will quite literally tweak the law just so he can have an advantage, making loopholes so he can legally kidnap you. the government doesn't even need to know, he'll just change it whenever he wants.

Yan!Neuvillette who will stop at absolutely nothing to have you, he'll kidnap you, blackmail you, threaten people you love, anything.

Yan!Neuvillette who - if pushed to this point - will accuse you of a crime and label you guilty, sentencing you to 'behavior correction' with him for the next year.

Yan!Neuvillette who really, really doesn't like the look on your face when he takes you to his home, as much as he likes having power over you, it makes him feel sick. you're crying, begging him to understand that you haven't done anything wrong, that you were framed.

Yan!Neuvillette who won't hurt you unless you try to run away, and even then it's only a few smacks on the back with a wooden paddle. he hates your tears.

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There are only two Yandere Neuvillette's (in my opinion), the sweet baby from the first fic, and whatever rabies infested rat this is.

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#yandere smut #yandere x reader #yandere x male darling #yandere x you #yandere #male yandere #yandere neuvillette

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klausysworld · 1 year ago

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Pet Puppy

Klaus wasn’t easily fooled. He knew that the Salvatores, Elena & co were hiding something from him. So he did what anyone would do and investigated the matter.

He figured it out to a person, originally he thought that perhaps it was another Gilbert sibling but then one day he caught her scent.

She must’ve been a wolf, meaning she must be Tyler’s sister or another werewolf family was in town. So he went straight to his first sired hybrid and fired 20 questions at him. He watched as the boy struggled to find any possible loopholes to answer the questions in a a way that told him nothing. And yet by doing so it told him just about everything.

He figured out what she must look like, how she dresses, things she liked and what things meant to her. She was the perfect omega in his mind, a sweet little girl who would behave well and have a soft, innocent persona.

He knew she must if she had been hidden away this long, been compliant to the rules the Mystic Falls gang had set for her.

It wasn’t the easiest task as he searched through the Salvatores house and spied on the Gilbert’s. He checked Bonnies too but found she barely stayed there herself now that she had her mother back. Klaus had nearly forgotten that he was able to get into Caroline’s house after the whole biting situation.

But when he noticed the blonde coming to the grill and picking up an extra plate of food his curiosity peaked. He followed her home and that’s when he spotted the pretty face he had pictured so well as she came and pulled the curtains closed with a bright smile on her face as Elena beckoned her into her arms.

He had to come back another day, get her alone and see if she truly was the perfect omega.

His wolf already thought so and even if she wasn’t he might just take her for the fun of it, piss off everyone in town while having a pretty thing to entertain him.

Though that perspective changed when he got inside the house the next morning. He watched as she nearly jumped a mile when he came up behind her resulting in a pillow launched at his head and a chuckle to erupt from him.

He chased after her as she darted around the house, taking much enjoyment in the hunt before ultimately pouncing at her and tackling her to the ground.

His wolf could have purred at the instant submission she offered once he had caught her, the way her neck arched for him to bite if he so pleased and the little whine she emitted was delightful.

He looked down at her, keeping her pinned against the carpeted floor as he looked her over. She were smaller than he originally imagined but it only added to his attraction, her eyes big and fearful and yet a swirl of lust within them as his wolf produced a strong alpha scent to entice her in. His head tilted to the side and in response so did hers making the corner of his lips pull up.

She wriggled beneath him slightly in an attempt to get him to weaken his hold which he did after squeezing her neck gently. He moved back for her to sit up, he watched as she twitched in anticipation, as she got ready to bolt again. But she didn’t, just remained on edge as he trailed his fingers along each curve of her body. Certain spots he touched gained different reactions, mostly whimpers and little squeaks if he pressed down too hard.

But she didn’t shy away from him, she allowed him to touch and feel every inch of her skin that he could reach and shuddered or shivered in reply. Her wolf’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as his hands left a path of fire in their wake. Both amusement and lust mixed through him as she practically crawled her way into his lap and he rubbed all along her thighs, hips, back, torso, chest, shoulders.

His lips brushed along the side of his neck as she whined quietly to herself before stopping just behind her ear and kissing the spot tenderly.

“Pretty puppy” he murmured as a soft purr rumbled through her. Her head leant back against his shoulder as she sat between his legs. His teeth nibbled her earlobe lightly making her lips part and a soft moan to leave her.

Another 20 minutes went by of his kisses growing rougher, her sounds getting higher and louder as her body arched and clung to him.

Of course until a loud shriek tore his attention away from the swell of her breast which he had nearly gotten completely out of her bra cup. He glanced up to find Caroline looking horrified at the display of hickeys and bite marks in her friends throat, let alone her enemy with his mouth around the omegas tit.

Y/n was entirely out of it though and still moaning softly as his hands groped her gently, his eyes daring Caroline to do or say anything.

She practically ran out of her house, straight on the phone and screaming down it to Damon in a fit.

But by the time Damon had arrived, Klaus had Y/n back at his house.

Her legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he buried his face in between her breasts while he carried her up the stairs.

He nipped and sucked along them greedily before dropping her onto his bed and crawling on top of her. And he was entirely ready to claim her right there and then, until he looked down and saw her sweet face.

Her eyes completely black and her body almost vibrating from how loud her purr was. The backs of her fingers brushed over her chest as he hummed gravely.

“You’re such a sweet omega aren’t you puppy?” He muttered seeing her pant and tug at his henley like a dog in heat. His lips pulled into a smile and he leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. “Oh I think I’ll be keeping you my lovely” he smirked.

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And he most definitely intended on it.

He didn’t care how many times Stefan, Damon, Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Jeremy, Tyler, anyone came to try take her away. He had a firm grip on her at all times, keeping her at his side or pressed to his chest.

She was such a good girl for him, always doing as asked and curled up on top of him.

He would kiss her head and smooth his hands down her sides while feeling her face muzzle into his chest.

He carried her just about everywhere, whether it was to the kitchen or across town. There shouldn’t even be the slightest risk that she would be stolen from him. And he made sure of it.

Hands on her, arms around her, scent rubbed all over her and a range of sweet nothings and dirty somethings whispered in her ears.

She was his little pup until the day they both died, she would never leave him, not with how good he was for her.

He always kept her safe, protected, happy, loved and cared for.

“Hungry? Don’t worry puppy, I have your food on the way and your snack drawer is full.”

“Thirsty? Would you rather drink my blood or I bring you something different?”

“Sleepy little pup? That’s okay, you can curl right up here.”

Anything she needed, he could and would provide. Always…and forever of course.

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gold-dustwomxn · 11 months ago

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mystified

part 4

summary: after sudden attacks on women around town, you take a self defense class. ellie, your long standing crush is the instructor

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

cw: violence, alcohol consumption, smoking weed, smut mdni!!!!

oral (e receiving), strap (r receiving)

angst fluff and smut

a loud chiming paired with vibrations has you jumping up, hand pressed flat against your racing heart. your rude alarm blares into your ear as you groan into your pillow. shit never fails to scare you half to death time every single time. as you lay in your bed and wipe away the sleep from your eyes, your mind floods with ellie ellie ellie. you’ve been with her practically everyday and you can’t seem to get enough of her. she’s the first thing on your mind when you wake up, and the last thing on your mind before you fall asleep.

ellie🌿🗡️: Morning babe. I hope you have a good day. Try to pay attention in class instead of texting me. I’ll see you later🖤

me: good morninggg💗 i’ll try my best for u 🫡 try not to get injured at work again

you giggle and feel those butterflies in your stomach again. it’s pathetic how giddy she makes you feel from a simple text.

dina🤍: are u and ellie coming to the party tonight? istg if u say no

me: uggh idk. u know I hate those college parties

dina🤍: cmonnn u guys never come out. youve both been holed up in a lesbian fuck fest for like 2 weeks straight

me: LMAO stfu. fine I’ll ask ellie if she wants to go

ellie grudgingly agrees to go to said party for your sake, and because she’s been neglecting her friendship with jesse just a little bit— too preoccupied with wanting to spend as much time as possible with you, and you her.

she decides she’ll stay sober for the night so she can drive and keep an eye on you. as you walk into the party hand in hand, you’re flooded with an overwhelming stench of alcohol and weed, strobing lights and music so loud that you feel the bass thumping in your chest. it’s too fucking crowded and hot. you need a drink to loosen up.

“well, well, well, would you look at who the cat dragged in.” jesse smirks at the two of you, receiving a double eye roll from both you and ellie. “who the fuck speaks like that anymore jesse?” ellie says with a laugh. “just good to see you alive in the flesh and all.” dina giggles and attacks you with a warm hug.

she steals your attention away from ellie, fiddling with your shirt with a goofy smirk. you laugh and narrow your eyes, “what is it?” dina leans in closer to whisper, “so, what’s the deal with you two.. are you official yet?”

you look at ellie to make sure she isn’t watching and whisper, “no, we haven’t.. labeled anything? I don’t know.. I mean, I do wanna make it official, but I don’t wanna scare her away, you know? kinda just letting it play out and see what happens.”

she looks at you, unamused. “stop being a pussy, you guys have been in love with each other for years. It’s not like she’s some random girl that you just met.” you roll your eyes, “relaxxx, it’ll happen when it happens.” dina laughs and shakes her head, “whatever you say. I need another drink.”

as she walks over to mix a gross concoction of god knows what, your eyes drift back to ellie who is preoccupied, deep in conversation with jesse. your eyes wander over every inch of her, biting your lip. her muscles are pulled taut against her flannel, jeans tight around her thighs, intoxicating green eyes glowing from the flashing lights in the room. one drink has you so fucking horny, it’s ridiculous.

ellie catches you staring and raises an eyebrow, “you good, babe?” she chuckles. you look away, trying to save face. “yup, I’m feeling good. can you come with me to the bathroom?” she nods with no hesitation, innocently thinking that you just want her to stick close by.

as soon as the door closes, you pull her tightly against you by the loopholes of her jeans and slam your lips into hers. she freezes for a moment, caught off guard, but quickly catches up, slipping her tongue into your mouth with a groan and sliding her hands down to squeeze your ass.

she then tugs at your hair, pulling your head back, breathless and takes a look at your glossy eyes, and down at your swollen lips. “what do you think you’re doing, huh?” she rasps out, smirking. you lean in, placing wet, needy kisses on her neck, pawing and squeezing at her biceps, “I wanna go down on you so bad right now.” you practically whine in her ear.

she chuckles, “right now? in here?” she looks around the bathroom, scrunching up her face. “we’ve been here for like a half hour, babe.”

you cup her through her jeans, watching her breath get heavy, “c’mon, don’t you wanna feel my mouth on you?” you pout.

she removes your hand and pulls you tight against her, brushing your hair to the side, placing a kiss on your neck. you whimper as she licks a slow stripe up to the sweet spot behind you ear, giving it a small suck.

“you’re gonna be a good girl for me and wait until later.” she whispers into the shell of your ear, making you shudder. you mentally curse her for having more self control than you, while ellie mentally curses herself because she’s horny as fuck now, but loves teasing you. “ugh, fine, ellie.” she chuckles and pats your cheek, leaning in to give you one more lingering kiss.

dina being dina convinces you to take multiple shots of tequila with her while ellie stands with jesse watching the both of you dance, laughing in amusement at the two of you.

as the night goes on, you start to stumble. ellie grabs onto you, “hey, baby, I think it’s time you lay off the drinks now, huh?” she chuckles at you. you wrap your arms around her neck and nod, “mhmm, I’m getting tired. can we leave soon?” you slur out. she nods, wrapping her arms around your waist, “yeah, we can go now.”

after you say your goodbyes to dina and jesse, you walk behind ellie, trying to make your way through the sea of bodies to head out.

all of a sudden, you feel a hand squeeze your ass and you gasp, stumbling into ellie. you turn around and see a guy grinning, reeking of booze. “don’t fucking touch me!”

ellie turns around and takes in the scene, her face morphing into one of rage. she places you behind her and shoves him hard against his chest. “back the fuck up,” she grits out.

he laughs mockingly. “oh, what, is this your bitch?” time seems to stop for a moment, a chill traveling down your spine as you watch her face drop, making you suddenly feel stone cold sober.

ellie punches him square in the face, making him stumble back. people begin to move out the way, circling them, whooping and hollering as if it’s a fucking show.

he lunges at her, trying to hit back. she catches his wrist and twists his arm, as she elbows him in the face, making him fall down and grab his now seemingly broken nose.

your jaw drops as you watch ellie climb on top of him, knee to his chest as she throws punch after punch. “ellie! stop!” she doesn’t hear you, doesn’t even seem to be present in her own body.

jesse hears the commotion and runs into the room. he grabs ellie, trying to pull her off of him “ellie, stop! you got him! you’re gonna get arrested if you don’t stop!”

ellie stands up, chest heaving as she flexes and shakes out her aching hand, knuckles bloody. she looks at you, her gaze softening with guilt as she takes in your upset demeanor.

you look around at all of the people staring, and grab ellie’s arm. “c’mon, we’re leaving. now.” she looks at you as you swiftly walk ahead of her to her car. “I’m sorry-“

you cut her off, “ellie, what the fuck?! you can’t just go around beating the shit out of people like that.”

she huffs and throws her arms up in the air defensively, looking as if she was about to speak, but stops herself.

“you looked like you were gonna kill him.”

she scoffs “I wasn’t gonna kill him.” you turn to look at her, “well, if jesse hadn’t been able to stop you, who knows what would’ve happened.”

she looks down at her tattoo and rubs the skin, “guys like him need to learn that they can’t get away with shit like that! and... and seeing him look so fucking proud of himself… looking at you like you were a piece of fucking meat.”

you observe her digging her nails into her tattoo and realize where her mind is drifting off to. you stop walking and grab her face, speaking softly. “look at me. I’m safe and you’re safe. I understand that you wanna protect me, but you can’t lose it like that, okay? you need to learn to walk away unless it’s absolutely necessary. I don’t want you getting into trouble.”

she looks between your eyes and nods, grabbing gently onto one of your wrists. “okay. I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“It’s over now. everything’s okay.” you nod at her slowly and lean in to peck her lips. “c’mon, let’s go back to your place so I can clean you up.”

“you don’t have to-“ you cut her off with a semi-serious glare and she nods.

on the drive home, she rubs your thigh softly and takes small glances at you. she chews on her bottom lip anxiously, thinking about how you’re able to ground her. her chest tightens with shame— you shouldn’t have to deal with her issues.

ellie stands between your legs as you sit on top of the sink, cleaning her knuckles gently with deep concentration. she watches you and thinks about how she’s falling for you, hard. she’s never felt this way about someone before and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t scare her a little. her thoughts are interrupted as you finish and kiss the inside of her wrist. she gives you a soft smile when you look up at her and leans in to kiss you, “thanks, babe.”

ellie plucks away at her guitar as she smokes a joint while you lay there sipping on water and watch her in comfortable silence. unbeknownst to you, her mind races, picturing the look on your face after she basically bashed that guys face in.

she doesn’t think she deserves someone good and sweet like you. the idea of letting you go fucking crushes her, but it’s better to let you decide if you wanna end things now before the two of you get more serious, as if you’re both not in deep already.

she takes a hit of her joint and places her guitar to the side, laying a shaky palm on your thigh. “hey... I’m sorry about earlier.” you shake your head, “it’s okay, I promise. I’m not upset anymore.”

she looks down for a moment before looking back at you, “it’s just... you don’t deserve to have to deal with my bullshit. I understand if you don’t wanna… do this anymore.” she gestures between the two of you and fidgets nervously with her fingers.

you sit up quickly and grab her hand, stroking her knuckles. “is that what you want?” she looks at your teary eyes and shakes her head immediately. “no, no, it’s not what I want. but I want you to do what’s best for you.”

“ellie, I really like you. I’m not afraid of baggage, you don’t have to push me away.”

she looks at you, unconvinced. “I’m a fucking mess, ___. I don’t know if you’ve picked up on it yet, but I’m not the easiest person to be around sometimes.”

“and you know what’s best for me?”

“no, I’m not saying that. I just-” she throws her hands up, trying to figure out how to convey what she’s feeling.

“you’re not some broken, cold hearted person, ellie. I can decide for myself what’s good for me. you’re good for me.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” she whispers, eyes tearing up.

you inch closer to her on your hands and knees and give her a soft, lingering kiss.

“then, don’t.” you whisper against her lips and pull back.

she looks back at you in silence for a few moments in a daze, completely enamored with you.

you give her a teary smile and let your words settle in for her, “plus, it’s kinda hot seeing you like that. you still haven’t taught me more self defense moves like you said you would, you know.” you laugh trying to make her feel better. she lets out a weak chuckle and shakes her head.

“no, but seriously,” you place your palm on her cheek to keep eye contact, making sure she takes in your sincerity, “I lo- like you.. a lot and I wanna be with you, okay? we all have our issues. you’ll have to stick around if you wanna see mine,” you smile. ellie’s ears perk up, wondering if she was just imagining that you almost said you love her. she chuckles and nods, “okay,” she whispers, “so does this mean you wanna be my girlfriend then?”

you look at her in mock offense, “is that how you’re gonna ask me?”

she laughs, “okay, okay.” she clears her throat and straightens out her back. “___, would you like to be my girlfriend?”

you can’t help but laugh at her attempt to be serious. “yeah, I’ll be your girl.”

she gives you a wide grin and cups your face, giving you a passionate kiss.

you both pull away breathless. “you know.. I think we should consummate this relationship.”

she laughs and raises an eyebrow, “oh yeah? and how’s that?”

“well.. for one, I didn’t get to do what I wanted to earlier.”

“mhmm, you are right about that. go ahead baby.”

as ellie lays on her back, you kiss along her stomach down her v-line to her inner thighs, each kiss making her muscles tense up.

“c’mon, enough teasing.” she huffs, breath heavy with glossy eyes.

you shake your head in defiance and she grabs onto your jaw. “be good.” she says sternly, but strokes your cheek gently with her thumb.

she watches you lick a stripe up her wet folds and her eyes roll back, letting out a shaky breath.

“s-stick your tongue out, baby.”

you flatten your tongue and she takes a fistful of your hair, slowly bucking her hips against your face. “jesus.. fuck. love your fucking mouth so much.”

looking up at her with doe eyes, you moan, and she grunts, “s-so perfect for me. making me feel so good, baby.”

you bob your head up and down with her thrusts, and suck hard on her clit, making her whimper unwillingly. “oh fuuuuck. good fucking girl, don’t stop.”

she grips your hair tighter and grinds faster against your face, head falling back into the pillows and swallowing hard. “gonna cum.. fuck!”

finally her body seizes up, her hole clenching around your tongue as her arousal seeps into your mouth. “holy fuck.” she breathes out shakily. “fuckin-“ she grunts, “swallow all of it.” she holds your head in place, rocking slowly as you happily lap up every inch of her cum. “yeah.. good girl.” you pull back and brush your fingers over her thighs with a love drunk smile.

she pants and looks down at you with furrowed brows, swiping her thumb across your glossy lips, spreading around her slick and your saliva before sticking her thumb into your mouth. you suck on it and she closes her eyes, sighing.

you climb on top of her, kissing her deeply, both of you moaning into the kiss. “wait,” she pulls back.

“what?” you whine at the loss of her lips against yours.

she chuckles and sits up, opening her nightstand drawer and pulls out a box. “how would you feel if I used this on you?”

you examine the unopened box and your eyes widen when you see what’s inside, making your thighs squeeze together. “yeah-yes.” you stutter.

she laughs and traps you with her legs to flip you on your back, “yes, what?”

you yelp and giggle, “you can use it on me.” she grins and leans in to kiss you.

after ellie coaxes multiple orgasms out of you with her mouth and fingers, she gets up to grab the strap, adjusting the harness around her. “okay, you sure you want it?”

you swallow hard in nervousness and excitement. “y-yeah I want it. just go slow.”

she leans down and gives you a soft kiss. “of course, baby.”

ellie lubes up the dildo and strokes the shaft before settling between your shaky legs, giving them small kisses. “you nervous?” you nod, “mhm, a little.”

she caresses your thighs and gives them gentle squeezes, “it’s okay, I’ll be gentle and if you want me to stop just tell me, okay?” you nod, “okay.”

as she slides the strap up and down your folds, you let out a whimper and spread your legs further apart. she has to bite down hard on her lip to hold back a moan.

“you ready?”

“yeah,” your breath gets heavier in anticipation.

she slowly inches her way in while rubbing small circles on your clit, eyes focused on your face. when your eyes start to tear up, she leans down and peppers soft kisses all over your face. “you’re doing so good for me, baby.”

as she bottoms out, you both moan in unison. “you okay?”

“y-yes, you can move.”

ellie starts out with a slow pace, rolling her hips into you, gradually going deeper and harder with each thrust. she feels her own arousal pooling as she watches your face twist in pleasure and the view of your cunt sucking her in.

“fuck, ellie, g-go faster please,” you moan out. ellie smirks at your words, "my pleasure, sweet girl."

she wraps your legs around her waist and starts to increase the pace and vigor of her thrusts, pounding into you hard and fast. you can feel every inch of her as she slides in and out of you, filling you up with such intensity that has you moaning uncontrollably. she groans “you look so fucking good like this,” leaning down to kiss you messily, panting into each other mouths.

she watches you with heavy lids, drunk off of the sounds of your moans and the wet sounds of your cunt. “feels good, pretty girl?”

“mmph. so good, ellie. so good.”

as she starts to increase her pace even more, you grip onto her shoulders tightly, pulling her chest to yours, sinking your nails into her skin.

“taking me s-so fucking well baby, knew you could do it.” she feels herself getting lost in her own pleasure as the base of the strap bumps against her clit just right.

your body starts to tremble against hers, with ellie having to work harder to thrust in and out of you, your moans turning into high-pitched whimpers, and she knows you’re close.

“el-ellie! fuck, I’m gonna-” she holds onto you tightly and watches you as you slip into ecstasy, and can’t help but moan herself. she thinks you’re absolutely breathtaking like this. and that view alone is enough to make her eyes roll back, triggering her own orgasm. her hips sputter as she slaps into you, leaning down to kiss you sloppily.

she lifts her head and lets out ragged breaths, her eyes glazed over, “you did so good for me, baby.” she kisses your forehead gently.

leaning on her elbows, she stares down at you, eyes mapping out every inch of your face, completely infatuated.

“I lo-“ she stops herself, it’s too early to say I love you. or is it? you’ve known each other for years, and she could’ve sworn you almost said it earlier. she decides against it, not wanting to ruin the moment.

you run your hand through her hair and brush your nose against hers, “say it,” you whisper. she looks between your eyes and swallows thickly.

“I love you,” she whispers shakily.

you lift your head, slotting your lips against hers in a slow, passionate kiss.

“I love you, too.”

tysm for reading ily all 💗💗

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 10 months ago

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Hiii <3 can i get something with Tara? i miss her. she and reader have a sleepover and they break friendship rules. smut if you can pls

I have not written girl smut a long time, but with the release of the new Mean Girls in theaters...the words come easily (did I say that? no I didn't)

Warnings: 18+, spoilers for scream 5, nipple play, clit play, fingering

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You and Tara have been having sleepovers at her house since you were ten. Unfortunately, they had to be paused during Tara’s recovery as she was taking a lot of medication that made her sleepy and, with her broken leg, her cast was taking most of her small bed. Not ideal for sleepovers.

Two months went by, and now her leg was fully healed…which meant sleepovers could start again.

Like we used to.

‘’I got popcorn and M&Ms this afternoon for the movies,’’ Tara informed as you walked in with your backpack on your shoulder.

The air felt different as you stepped into Tara's house. Although you hadn’t been there when she got attacked, you couldn’t help but imagine the scene every time you were in her doorway or kitchen. How scared Tara must have been when she opened the door and got greeted with a knife in her stomach.

You nodded as you took off your shoes and jacket. ‘’Have you picked a movie yet?’’

‘’No. You can pick something you like. It was your turn, right?’’

Although you didn’t have sleepovers, you’ve been in Tara’s bedroom many times during her recovery. She was sleeping a lot of the time, but you stayed by her side. You even set up fairy lights for her because she didn't feel comfortable alone in the dark. Being brutally attacked leaves trauma behind.

‘’Have you picked yet?’’ Tara asked, walking in with a huge bowl of popcorn.

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts and snapped your head toward the bedroom door. ‘’Eh, no. I have not. Do you want horror or a rom-com?’’

‘’We can do horror.’’ She climbed on the bed with the popcorn and got under the blankets, her soft leg brushing yours as she settled in comfortably.

‘’Are you sure?’’

Tara nodded. ‘’No slashers, though,’’ she warned.

The movie turned out to be a complete mess. You should have read letterboxd reviews before starting it. Between the bad acting, the cheap jumpscares and the storyline that had so many loopholes, you couldn’t tell which was worse.

Sam came home from work just as you were starting the second movie, stealing some of your leftover M&Ms before going for a shower. Tara complained and threw popcorn at her, making you laugh.

You let Tara pick the second movie. It was better than the first one, but it had a lot of sex scenes in it. Usually, you didn’t mind sex scenes. They were part of a lot of horror movies nowadays. What made it uncomfortable was how close to Tara you were while watching them. You tried shifting your eyes from the screen, but the brunette with small tits reminded you of your best friend…which you were dying to make a move on.

When the movie ended, Tara turned off the tv and you laid down on your side, pulling the covers higher. It wasn’t cold, just a habit.

‘’Did you not like the movie?’’ Tara asked in the semi-obscurity, her face close to yours on the pillows.

‘’It was good,’’ you lied.

‘’Then why were your eyes off the screen most of the time? You can tell me if you didn’t like it. I’m not gonna get mad and give a whole speech about how great it was like Mindy does.’’

A small laugh left your lips. Mindy had very loud cinephile opinions. You can’t just casually watch a movie with her. It was entertaining to watch her and Amber debate on movie nights. They had different preferences and often contradicted each other’s opinions.

But that won’t be happening anymore.

‘’You’re my favorite person,’’ you quietly confessed, the words getting out before you could stop them.

‘’You’re mine too,’’ Tara responded, her voice small and quiet. She inched closer, her brown eyes looking right at yours. ‘’I missed this — us,’’ she added. ‘’I’ve probably said it already, but thanks for being there. I don’t think I would have gotten through all of this without someone to anchor myself to.’’

Amber’s betrayal had been hard on Tara. Unlike body pains, they couldn’t be appeased by painkillers.

You reached out and gently grabbed Tara's hand, your thumb brushing over the raised scar. ‘’I’m always gonna be there for you.’’

‘’Promise?’’ She inched closer again; her breath ghosting your lips.

You nodded. ‘’Promise,’’ you repeated, praying you hadn't read her actions wrong as you closed the remaining distance between you, your lips brushing against hers in a tender, hesitant kiss.

It was over too quickly, your anxiety telling you she wasn't into you and making you pull away. Congratulations, you just ruined your friendship! But Tara quieted that voice, pressing her mouth back on yours again.

The covers rustled quietly, Tara's hand finding its way to the side of your face, fingers delicately tracing the outline of your jaw. You kissed her back with a fever that made her gasp, a sound that went straight to your core.

It was difficult to control your impulses. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.

‘’Tara—’’

She shook her head, stopping you. ‘’Kiss me.’’

So you did. Again.

You didn’t know where this was going, but you knew you didn’t want to stop it.

You kept your hand on Tara’s waist, not wanting to rush into things, but Tara was whining and rubbing against you, making it harder for you to not straddle her and get your hands and mouth all over her. Or maybe it was what she wanted?

Fuck it, you said to yourself, giving in and letting your hands wander under her shirt. If you went too far, she would tell you, right? You slowly kneaded her breasts, alternating. Your fingers traced her nipples which made her let out a very faint moan so you flicked her nipple again. She was so responsive and cute.

Starting to feel hot, Tara pulled off her sleep shirt, exposing her small tits. You had seen them before in the P.E. changing rooms, but now it was different. You didn’t feel wrong for looking — well, staring.

She noticed your eyes on her and her cheeks got hot. ‘’It’s not much, I know,’’ Tara apologized, embarrassed by her small tits.

Shaking your head, you shut down her insecurity by laying her back on the bed and taking a nipple into your mouth and sucking on it.

The sensation made her bite her bottom lip as her eyes fluttered shut. ‘’That feels good.’’

As you were doing so, you tentatively reached a hand down to Tara’s pajama shorts and teased her over the cotton, which was quickly soaked through.

She pushed her hips against your hand. ‘’Please.’’ She paused, her breath uneven. ‘’Touch me.’’

You could feel your own arousal soaking through your panties from her words, her small noises making your cunt tingle.

Ignoring your own needs, you slipped your hand under her shorts and panties. Tara's back arched as your fingers brushed her wet folds, massaged her cunt softly without adding too much pressure. You didn't want to make her moan too loud, Sam's bedroom was right across from hers.

You gave attention to her sensitive pink clit, continuously massaging your thumb over it and causing Tara to clutch her pillow as jolts of pleasure filled her. ‘’That feels good— ah,’’ she sighed softly, reaching down to tug on her nipples.

She was so beautiful like this, laying on her back and her body writhing from your touch. You brought your mouths together again, kissing as your hand that wasn't in Tara's shorts traveled down your body to shove your bottoms down your thighs and play with your clit. You whimpered into Tara's mouth.

You continued your motions until you could feel her climax getting close, waves of pleasure rolling through her body with a last buck of her hips, clenching around your fingers with a death grip as her entire body twitched with the aftershocks.

Withdrawing your hand from her panties, you fell back against the pillows and finished yourself, parting your knees and rubbing your clit so fast it made your eyes roll back. Beside you, an out of breath Tara watched with awe as your arousal dripped on her bedsheets, creating a dark patch. It wasn’t long until your climax crashed over you, joining your best friend in her post-climax haze.

‘’Well, that was one hell of a sleepover,’’ Tara said, a small giggle coming out of her.

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twistedchatterbox · 2 years ago

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New voicemail

summary: sappy boys being mushy over the phone for you. ft.Riddle, Cater, Vil, Idia tags. Female reader, No Spoilers, Fluff, Cheesy Sappy Lovey Dovey Romance, Slice of life, Spice of life, Smitten Vil, Lovesick Riddle, Cater sings for you, anniversary date with idia, copious use of petnames, no beta we overblot like men.

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Riddle has cleared his throat thrice, drank water and mentally rehearsed what he wanted to say for this voicemail; however once he hit record, none of that really mattered. "Hi," he whispered, the nearly overwhelming happiness in was audible, it nearly spoke for him. Thinking about the silliness of it, the dormwarden laughed, giggly at the mishap, it really was unavoidable anyway. Riddle took a breather, sighing in a relieved and relaxed manner, "Hi" he whispered with a wide grin, one you would hear vividly, openly adoring, "I missed you." "I missed you so, so much; I want to spend time with you- If you'd have me, we could study together once the exam subjects are announced, if you want to." Riddle murmured, twirling one of the longer locks of hair framing his face with his idle hand; eyes closed, envisioning it. "And then, we could go on a date." He hummed, would you like a cafe date? Karaoke? The aquariu- Well, maybe not the aquarium. Maybe he could take you out on a walk to the district nearby of the internships he picked out, but that sounded too serious. So, a cafe would suffice for now. He would check Cater's magicam page, namely his older posts to see some of the calmer, more relaxing places he could take you to. "What do you think? Let me know once you see- or i suppose hear- this, my lovely." "bye-bye, I love you." And suddenly, time couldn't pass fast enough. ...He supposes he could write his own written permit to stay over, it's not as if anyone could stop him; you had always been ecstatic to see him use the loopholes of rules to be a good boyfriend, after all.

Cater leap onto his bed, giddy and giggly, rolling back and forth while occasionally kicking his feet like a schoolgirl. Lightly smushing and slapping his face with both of his own hands to calm down, he sighs, hugging one of his pillows, looking idly around his room. A love song. He had been giddy and sappy because he heard a love song, it sounded so much like the essence of you. He has already begun memorizing the lyrics, so that he could sing it, maybe he'd learn to play it too. it made him so happy. You made him so happy. He loves you- and he sighs, you really ought to start paying rent someday for living in his head all the time, and his heart too. And then he thought, what if he.. sung, for you? Well that suddenly made him anxious, but ecstatic, he was such a nerve wreck. but it was good. and overwhelming. Cater curses the lack of logistics in him. He thinks back to the comment lingering in the back of his mind, he knows why he's even thought of this- "I love it when you sing" you said, cuddling up to his neck, leaning on him, on his bed, sitting on his lap while he sung a simple tune of a song as he was practicing on his guitar. It was his favourite, his sisters hated it. and you loved it. And Cater soaked it up like a sponge, like a golden retriever, if you will; fetching his phone fast, so that he could do this before his dumb insecurities could catch up to him. Sweater weather. "All I am is a man I want the world in my hands I hate the beach But I stand in California with my toes in the sand Use the sleeves of my sweater Let's have an adventure Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered Touch my neck and I'll touch yours You in those little high waisted shorts, oh-" Cater felt the song and your hands crawl up his body like phantom touch as he sung. it was ticklish, making him end the song halfway with a breathless chuckle and a dumb smile, he knew you could hear it in his tone, but he didn't mind at all. He hoped one day, you'd get to grasp how precious you are to him; he loves you, and he loves everything you love too, somehow inlove with the way you do too. The word doesn't make sense anymore, but it really does too. He feels a lot like love with you, yeah, Cater laughed; it really shouldn't make sense, but he's so thankful it does. Looking back at his phone, he records his final piece. "I love you, princess." Sent. ...And maybe, he grinned- "Meet me in my room for the full piece, maybe? I could pick you up~" Sent.

Vil laid down in bed, normally he wouldn't do so until it was time to sleep, yet he knew he'd cave into something far more off-schedule if he didn't. He laughed, it truly was bizarre; Vil Schoenheit, the renowned actor was missing his girlfriend. That, it was the entire reason. The cause of his simple complicated mood. Well, he knew that if he called you it could get you in trouble; perhaps you were in class, or working on something, he couldn't interrupt you without being a hypocrite. But. Vil eyed his phone on the night stand, maybe he could do something. A playful grin rose on his gorgeous features, mischief, rarely shown in a not overly elegant manner. Vil couldn't give a damn. He reached out and swiped his phone, opening it swiftly and admiring your contacts information. "The love of my life." it made him smile, he was so indecisive about what kind of nickname would fit; he did not want to jinx this by being overly cliche and being soft or off-character, until you so naturally, casually reminded him that for as long as he's off stage, then he's supposed to be off-character. No one besides himself, and you, that's all he really needs. He sighed dreamily, hitting record. "Hi, my beauty, my muse, my dove," Vil chuckled to himself, "My, my my, haa.. I missed your presence so much, if only you knew." He tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear, closing his eyes, "Lets remedy this once you are available, okay? We could have a spa day, or, if you can, I can ask my management to pick you up so that you can accompany me for the entire day..." "It's been a while since we got to spend the entire day together, side by side" That was a goddamn lie. "Maybe you can make up to me by joining me on a day-long date and night time spa?" You slept in his room and woke up side by side every day already.

"Let me know when you're free, my dove; " He blew a kiss, a soft click of his lips, "I love you."

Idia sighed, drinking down the cup of water, staring at the mirror reflection of himself on the screen of his phone. "The things I do for you" he thought with a softened, pleased smile. Calming, it was accurate to describe the affect you had on him when he thought of you. Sure he flared up into life from the power of anxiety, love, nerves and his traitorous color changing flame hair the second you stepped foot into 6ft of his physical area of existance, but he had come around to relax so much more as your relationship developed. This will be just another milestone, he said, time will pass either way, he told himself, better do it now than miss a limited edition chance. Idia averted his gaze as he pressed the record button, "uh- Hey, hi, " he fake-coughed into his hoodies sleeves, tugging on the strings of said hoodie with his idle hand. "I missed you, so" He shrugged, mentally smacking himself upside down the head for doing something you had no chance to hear. "So i decided to leave a voice message- Come visit me once you can, okay? I'll order your favourites too, if you want. Or we could cook together, I dunno'," Idia glanced back, looking momenterily at your contact picture, it was one he took while you two were out on a date. Outside for your half-year anniversary, a year ago now. That gave him an idea, making him grin. "I know instant noodles aren't always your thing so I'll treat us to something nice," He 'hummed', pretending to ponder. "..I could take us to that ramen place, maybe? I..I-I think it was nice last year." Idia said, stuttering at the last bit, yet carrying on. "Let me know what you think." "I love you." He said, it was only natural, as everything lovely seemed to be when it came to you. Idia fist bumped the air, letting out a happy victory sound; that actually went perfectly?!- He couldn't help but laugh, loudly and absolutely thrilled, ecstatic. He jumps into his bed and screams into his pillow; Idia sighs, relaxing as if he just ran a marathon (his heart sure did, to be fair.) and a closed eye-d smile made its way to his face without any resistance "I love her so much.." You always make him so happy.

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h-c-u · 2 years ago

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No handlebars

Summary: A brat being a brat by finding a loophole in the rule.

Pairing: Toto Wolff x fem!reader

W/C: 4.1k

Rating: +18, age gap, dom/sub, oral sex (male receiving), cumplay, slight humiliation kink, dry-humping, tiny bit of aftercare

A/N: No plot. Pure filthy smut, so obligatory you are responsible for the media you consume. It's literally just a blowjob with some humping, nothing else. You have been warned <3

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You hated waking up alone, but you accepted it due to how different your sleep schedule was from Toto's, and you loved him, so it was a small sacrifice. While he was often up with the first rays of the sun, you could kill someone if they woke you up before 10 AM. And even that was pushing it if they didn't have a fresh coffee or something sweet as a bribe. So you weren't exactly happy when the loud sound of the doorbell ripped you from the blissful arms of Morpheus and plunged you into a much too cold and too empty bed. Usually, you would just go back to sleep, but today was one of those days when your need to touch and to be held was just too high.

Even though there was no one there to hear it, the loud, annoyed groan left your mouth. You kicked your feet to throw the duvet from your body, exposing yourself to the cold air, because of course his damn Austrian ass just had to open the window. You could almost hear "Lüften is healthy for you, Schatzi" in his voice when you were closing it. Your bare feet on the hardwood floor didn't help your mood. Your face was donning a sour look when you came downstairs in search of the attention you craved, so when you saw an opened laptop and the cell phone in Toto's hand, you weren't exactly pleased.

He was fully dressed, even though it was well before noon on the weekend, which meant that he had already left the house, but now he was back, and it was all that mattered. With making as little sound as possible, so the microphone in his phone wouldn't pick it up, you stepped behind the couch, first making sure he wasn't in any sort of virtual meeting.

You gently grabbed his attention by rubbing your cheek on the top of his head and placing a soft kiss on his temple. He hummed, acknowledging your presence, but his focus was still on the many, many graphs on the screen. But today you were feeling bratty, so instead of leaving him alone, you playfully bit his ear, which resulted in him giving you a warning look. However, in your head, it was a success, because he turned around from the laptop, so not only you did do it again, this time a little bit harder, but you also pulled the neckline of his shirt down and slithered your hands under the blue material in search of more skin-to-skin contact. When you did that, Toto roughly grabbed your wrists and pulled you by them over the backrest of the sofa. With a quiet yelp, you landed on the seat on your back, with your legs draped over the pillows. But despite his abrupt reaction, there was no anger or even annoyance on his face, so you knew you could push back even more.

You stayed still for a moment, letting him think that you were subdued, and his grip on your wrists loosened, which was exactly what you were waiting for. With a devilish smile (which he, fortunately, didn't notice), you quickly parted your wrists, forcing his fingers apart and freeing yourself. His gaze instantly snapped to you, but you were already conducting your sneaky attack. You rolled down the couch, landing on his lap, essentially straddling him. You smushed your face against his chest and wrapped your arms under his shoulders, pinning him to the couch with your body. He could easily overpower you, but instead, he just sighed with resignation, leaned back, and put his free hand in between your shoulder blades, keeping you where you were, while he continued talking over the phone. You didn't even pay attention to his words, focusing on the low timbre of his voice and how it vibrated deep in his chest.

You were absorbing his warmth like a sponge, and you could feel your body relaxing against his, the annoyance and frustration from before melting away and slowly being replaced by something else because the heat you were stealing from him seemed to be pooling in your abdomen. Without looking at Toto's face, you experimentally rolled your hips over his. He quickly moved his hand to the back of your neck, where he gave you a warning squeeze, but your brattiness won, so instead of behaving, you slowly moved your hands down in between your bodies and started gently pulling out his shirt from his trousers. When there was enough space to slither under the material, you did just that and ran your fingernails over his stomach. And that was enough for him.

He grabbed you stronger by your neck and pushed you from his lap to the floor, so you were kneeling in between his legs.

- Keep. Your hands. To yourself. - he growled, covering the microphone in his phone with his hand and you pouted in response. You wanted to touch him, to have his skin rubbing against yours, but instead, he was mean and refused to give you that. Well, maybe if you asked nicely for it, he would be more lenient, but now... Now you couldn't do anything with your hands.

But he didn't say anything about other parts of your body... With an almost theatrical flair, you moved your hands behind your back, where you crossed your wrists, indicating that you were planning on following the rule he just established. You remained still for a good moment, yet again lulling him into a false sense of security, and when you realized he was about to make a longer comment about something he heard on the other side of the line, you finally made your move.

Still kneeling in between his legs, you shifted up and forward, so your face was getting closer to his crotch, but he didn't stop you, even though he definitely could. Instead, he just raised his eyebrow, curious about how you will proceed. With your teeth, you grabbed the thick leather of his belt and with very small moves at first, you started pulling it out of the buckle. It took you a good minute to achieve that, but you did it without breaking a rule, so it was worth it. And if by keeping your hands to yourself, you rubbed even more against the material of his trousers with your cheeks and chin... Well... You were just abiding by his words.

With a smug smile, you finally pulled the leather out of the metal bar, but there was still a long way ahead of you, and you could already feel him growing because of the additional stimulation. Now it was time to pull the prong out of the hole it was nested in. You knew it would be much harder, so you adjusted your position a little and moved even closer, sliding your head in such a way that the freed part of the belt was resting on your cheek, giving you more access. You tried to dislodge the prong with your tongue, but there was too much pressure on it and even though you could do wonderful things with your tongue, it wasn't strong enough to completely unbuckle the belt, so you tried again, this time with your teeth, but there was not enough space for you to properly grab that stubborn spike. You huffed with annoyance and retreated for a moment, trying to come up with the best strategy.

Eventually, you got as close as possible to the buckle and grabbed the leather there with your teeth and pulled; it put more pressure around his waist, but less on the prong, to the point, that when you angled it correctly, you were able to dislodge the spike with your nose. You instantly let go of the belt, grabbed the prong with your teeth, and started pulling, eventually freeing the belt from the buckle. You would lie if you said that you weren't pleased with yourself, but you were far from done.

When you looked up to see his reaction, there was a very tiny smile in the corner of his mouth, which meant that he was enjoying your struggles and desperation, so you dove right back in, this time giving your full attention to the button. You grabbed the material just next to it with your teeth and tried to pull it back on an angle to see if the button would be able to slip out on its own, but unfortunately, it didn't, so you pulled in the other direction, putting your tongue to good use. It took you a few tries, but eventually, you were able to push the button through and get to the zipper, which was the easiest part of the whole challenge.

With your teeth you moved the now redundant material down and to the sides, exposing his pants, but you didn't remove it right away. Instead, you rubbed your cheeks over it, exposing a small wet patch of precum, over which you almost immediately closed your mouth, and started sucking, not caring that you were soaking his underwear. You chased his faint taste for over a minute, feeling him grow and harden under his pants, until the band was no longer flush with his abdomen, which almost instantly made you grin, but you didn't move it just yet. Instead, you traveled with your mouth down his shaft, until you got to the base. With the material already stretched around his length, it was hard to close your mouth around his balls, but after some maneuvering with your tongue, you were able to do so, and you started running your tongue over them, soaking the thin cotton even more.

You chose this moment to look up again... Toto was lazily leaning back on the sofa, resting his head on the pillows. Even from this angle, you were able to tell that his lips were parted, and his breathing was much shallower than it was around fifteen minutes ago, but he still had full control over his reactions. His voice was steady, his thoughts were clear, and he was simply enjoying the ride you were taking him on. So, you slowly moved back up, grabbed the edge of the material with your teeth, and pulled it down, fully exposing his cock.

Only now he reacted. He held the phone to his ear with his shoulder, and with both hands started gathering your hair into a ponytail, which he tied with a hairband that was permanently on his wrist just for this reason. He loved getting you messy, but he also knew that you hated when your hair was sticking to your face, so he was happy to compromise if that meant more blowjobs. With an innocent smile, he ran his thumb around your mouth, gathering the excess saliva you managed to smear, brought his finger to his lips, and licked it clean without breaking eye contact. You truly didn't know how the hell he managed to stay so collected, composed, and able to carry a conversation about the aerodynamics of the front wing, and you just knew it would take a while, so there was no reason for you to hurry.

His pretty dark pink tip was almost begging you to close your lips around it and lick a drop of precum that already managed to gather on the top since you freed him, but instead of focusing on it, you placed a row of wet, sloppy kisses down the whole length until you reached the balls again. This time without any barrier, taking care of them was easy. With his cock pressed against your cheek, you focused on each one individually gently taking them in your mouth and slowly running your flattened tongue over them. You took your time carefully licking them, softly sucking, running your pointed tongue in the especially sensitive places. You even lifted them with your nose at one point and sucked on that soft spot just underneath. But as much as you loved playing with them, they weren't the main attraction, so you gave a few long licks from the base back to the tip, where you gathered the precum with your tongue and swallowed those few drops, enjoying the slightly salty and sweet taste.

With your hands still behind your back, you loosely closed your mouth around the head. Without using much pressure, you ran your tongue over the tip, trying to scoop as much of the white fluid as you could, and only when there was nothing left, you started sucking. Gently at first, but soon it wasn't enough, so you closed your lips tighter and ran your tongue around the whole head in chase of his taste, flicking a few times on that specific sensitive spot. Careful not to accidentally scratch him with your teeth, you started moving a little bit lower, but not much; you wanted to have some fun too, after all. You could easily get him off much quicker, but that was not the point of this whole ordeal. It was about finding fun and pleasure within the rules. Well... Maybe pushing them just a little bit...

You let your saliva run down his shaft, but you quickly followed and smeared it around, so your lips could slide easier up and down when you eventually decided that it was time for that. But for now, you came back up and let him slip out of your mouth for a moment, allowing the tip to catch on your lower lip and roll it down a little. And when you looked further up, the head of his cock slid over your chin. You couldn't help but smile when you saw the way he was looking at you, because there was no more powerful feeling than the knowledge you were being desired by the person your whole heart belonged to.

Without breaking eye contact you gave a few short licks under the tip, tracing the edge of the head with your pointed tongue and then you finally dove down. You let his cock slide down your tongue only closing your lips around it in about half of the length. As much as you wanted to swallow it whole in one go, you knew your skills well enough to know that you still needed some preparation, especially without your hands acting as a buffer as you were getting more comfortable with him deeper. So, for now, you took your sweet time giving him a slow and sloppy blowjob, careful not to put too much pressure, because you didn't want your playtime to end too early.

You knew Toto loved getting you messy, so besides taking him as deep as you currently could, you were also placing rows of wet kisses down his length letting the top part of his shaft smear your own saliva mixed with his precum around your mouth, cheeks, and chin. You knew you must have been a sight like that... With pure desperation and want in your beautiful doe eyes, face glistening from the wetness of your own doing, lips stretched around his girth and around three-quarters of his length buried in your throat. He just couldn't help himself and put his big hand on the back of your head. His touch made you inhale sharply, which with his cock breaching your throat made you choke, so you quickly retreated and gasped for air; you were just hoping that the microphone in his phone wasn't sensitive enough to catch it, because up until now, you managed to keep all the noises to the minimum.

There were strings of drool connecting your lower lip to the tip of his cock, and you followed them, catching everything on your tongue and diving back in. This time you were prepared for his hand guiding you deeper than you would have gone on your own, so you timed your breathing accordingly, but then he pushed your head harder until your nose was smushed against his abdomen, and he kept you there. At first, you didn't mind, but with every passing second your heart started beating faster, because you realized that it was only a matter of time before you start to gag. You did your best to hold your breath for as long as possible. The tears slowly gathered in your eyes while you wordlessly begged him to let you go up for air, but he continued the conversation as if you weren't getting lightheaded with his dick completely sheathed in your throat.

You were losing a battle with your own body, but you still didn't use your safety gesture, having complete trust that he wouldn't put you in any true danger. But eventually, your body lost and gasped for air. Only there was a foreign object blocking your airways, so you immediately started choking and gagging, producing a river of saliva that ran down your chin and soaked in the material of his trousers. After about five seconds of this torture, he pulled on your head roughly and when you looked at him all messed up, your face read, tears streaming from your eyes and covered in your own drool, he just smirked and raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

And just for a second, you hated yourself for how your body was reacting, because now not only your face was wet. You groaned and nodded, answering the unasked question. In response, he pointed his chin towards his foot, glanced at it for a very short moment, and you understood immediately what he meant, so you shimmied closer until you were able to grind on that place where his ankle met his shin, and when you rolled your hips for the first time, you just couldn't stop the breathy moan that left your mouth.

Instead of scolding you, he just guided you toward his cock again to silence you. This time he let you keep control over the tempo because you already got what he wanted from the previous interaction, but he didn't move his hand from your head; its heavy weight was weirdly giving you comfort. This time muscle memory took over and you instinctively relaxed your jaw and throat when slowly taking him deeper, but you were too horny and too greedy to toy with him, so you quickly picked up speed. It took you a good minute to find a good rhythm between moving your head and grinding your hips, but when you did, you started moving even quicker, not even realizing that Toto ended his phone call and threw his head back, fully enjoying what you were doing. Your hands were still behind your back, which he secretly admired and cataloged in his head for future use.

You were so focused on chasing your own release, that you lost your balance for a second, which resulted in you gagging again, but you were so close that you didn't care and allowed your throat to spasm around his cock and buried your face in his pubic hair, now focusing only on grinding your hips in erratic movements. You were so desperate to cum that you didn't care that you couldn't breathe and that you were in pain, so when Toto grabbed you roughly by the hair and pulled you back, you cried out loud, because you wanted... no, needed that to cum. You wanted to protest, to argue that you were a good girl, that you followed instructions just so he could let you finish with your mouth closed around his beautiful cock, but before you managed to say a word, you felt the first load of his cum landing on your cheek. And then another... And another. Until almost your whole face was painted with his sticky, warm release.

You didn't realize that you closed your eyes, so completely lost this near the edge so you yelped in surprise when he angled his foot up, putting more pressure on your clit, and you resumed grinding almost instantly, now focusing only on chasing your own orgasm. You didn't even know when, but you wrapped your arms around his leg as you were helplessly humping it like an animal in heat, without a drop of care about what others would think if they saw you like that. Because all that mattered was what Toto thought, and the adoration in his eyes when you were so broken and vulnerable, with all the inhibition thrown out the window told you everything you needed to know.

He leaned down and started gathering his own cum from your face with his tongue, and when he got enough, his hand traveled from the back of your head to your throat, where he put pressure on your artery, cutting the supply of oxygenated blood to your brain. He didn't have to tell you to open your mouth, because you were breathing heavily so close to orgasm, so he was able to latch onto them and through a sloppy kiss, feed you the first portion of his load, but you barely registered the familiar taste. He didn't even wait for you to swallow before he went back to gather more. And then again. Until there was nothing left on your face, and you were able to look at him without fear of cum dripping into your eyes. Your pupils were blown wide open from the arousal and the lack of oxygen; you were so close... You just needed...

- You can cum... - he said just as he released the grip on your throat, allowing a fresh wave of oxygen to flood and overload your brain. You came almost immediately after he said those words. Your eyes rolled back into your skull when a wave of intense pleasure rushed through your body and pulled you under the surface, but your hips rolled a few more times without your control until you drenched Toto's food and the carpet underneath with your release. His low chuckle reached you in the darkness of the semi-consciousness you were currently wrapped in. Your still twitching body was leaning on his leg, with your arms tightly wrapped around his knee, your torso bent and your head resting on his clothed thigh. You were breathing heavily, and you had to close your eyes again, still processing what just happened.

The first thing you consciously registered was a familiar, slightly salty taste on your tongue and a faint smile crawled onto your lips, while you gently rubbed your cheek over the material of his trousers, grounding yourself back in reality. And when you eventually did, you looked up at the love of your life with a silent request in your eyes. You didn't have to say anything more, because just as you relaxed your arms and reached for him, he was already reaching to pull you up onto his lap, not caring about the mess you made from his clothes, the couch, and the carpet. In the end, it didn't matter, it all could be cleaned or replaced, but you... There was not a chance there was another creature in this world so perfectly made for him.

You rested your head on his chest, right under his chin, while his hands were tracing unrecognizable shapes over your body. Eventually, your breathing calmed down and you could no longer feel your heartbeat in the tiniest parts of your body, so you closed your eyes just for a moment, allowing yourself to enjoy his closeness, his touch, his scent, which was what kept you awake in the first place. So, when that need was satisfied, it wasn't long before your exhausted and pushed to an extreme body drifted right back to sleep, in the environment your mind considered as the safest in the world.

Your consciousness resurfaced just once, when no part of him was touching you, and you groaned in protest, slowly realizing that he carried you back to bed and laid you in it.

- Don't leave me... - you whispered so quietly, that in your still fogged-up mind, you weren't sure if he heard it. But the shifting weight on the mattress behind you told you that he did.

- Never... - he placed a soft kiss right behind your ear, as he got closer, so his now naked torso pressed against your back, and his arms wrapped tightly around you. - I love you. - you heard just before you drifted away again, but it was too late for you to reply.

Normally he wouldn't be caught dead in bed this late in the morning, but it was what you required, and he would always take care of you in any and every way you needed, no matter how twisted or soft.

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

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Lament of My Heart | Joel Miller

SUMMARY: “Tommy…” Joel let out a breath of frustrated laughter. He disappointingly shook his head, leaning over you, “That boy doesn’t know what he’s lost.”

Set pre-episode four & post-episode five w/ moments of pre-outbreak

PAIRING: Joel Miller x femme!reader

WORD COUNT: 5.1K

WARNINGS: SMUT (hand job), mentions of blood, mutual pining/slow burnish, skinny dipping (of sorts), canon-typical things, mentions of Tommy x reader, etc.

A/N: Need to post this before it sits in the drafts to collect dust. Joel is just on my mind all the time, so this is the product of that. Thank you as always @from-the-clouds for listening to my blabbering and entertaining all my ideas! Much love.

“No more questions, Ellie,” You reprimanded her lightly, trying to cover the warmth she was discovering you felt. “Get some rest.”

Ellie was a hard-headed person with the responsibility of society on her shoulders. She carried the weight well, but she was still human, still young. But her questions revealed her growing creativity and sharp wit.

“Not tired.” She hated Joel’s coffee, but the stolen sips still coursed through her veins. You knew it was partly due to the anxiety ahead of them. They all felt it, that tense air of the unknown. “You two don’t seem to get along, though.”

Your eyes flashed to the rear view mirror on instinct. Settled on the truck’s dirty cushions and the supplies being used as a pillow, Joel was asleep. But you weren’t sure how long it would last.

“Ellie-

“It wasn’t a question!” She defended quickly, toying with the edge of her sleeve. She’d been dying to know just exactly why you got under Joel’s skin the way you did. “Tell me about Tommy, at least.”

“Ask Joel.” Your eyes were everywhere. You checked the mirror as if there was traffic, but it was the only thing that kept you occupied. She was making you squirm.

“C’mon, you know he won’t-” Ellie’s own frustrations were building up. In her shoes, you’d be just as curious. “Please.”

Through a thoughtful sigh, you resigned, “Before-We just- We’ve known each other for a long time.” You’d been intertwined with the Miller brothers since before everything. You rarely said it aloud, and now, you struggled to put all the history into something coherent. “I met Tommy when he returned from deployment-

“In Texas?” Ellie hung onto every word, mind spinning tales faster than you could keep up with. “Were you in the military too?”

“I said no questions.”

The comment made her smile. Ellie always appreciated a good game. Loopholes were her specialty.

“Fine, then.” She settled in the passenger seat, knees to her chest as she faced you, “You were discharged with Tommy with more medals than you could count!” Her posture then changed with inventive excitement, “Or maybe a bad-ass sniper with too many confirmed kills to count.” You wished your life was as exciting as she made it sound. “You’re going to have to stop me before I start thinking you led an elite hit squad.”

“Close.” You quipped, “I worked on the military base in town.” It was the first job that hired you and offered some stability for someone your age. “I’d help get soldiers back on their feet once they returned…”

“Then you became friends with Tommy,” Ellie encouraged you to continue. She couldn’t stand the lulls.

Too many years passed for you to remember clearly how you became close to Tommy, but at the time, he considered you his soulmate. Not that either of you really knew what that meant.

“Then I became friends with Tommy.” You nodded. You kept your eyes steady ahead, adding, “Joel, too.” Glancing at Ellie, you finished, “Then we all just…stuck together.”

Separation wasn’t ever questioned, even on the eve of all the destruction. That memory was vivid; the way your bloodied body held onto Joel, dragging him away from it all, Tommy trailing behind, surveilling every move. It was how you moved together for years, protecting each other as much as possible.

“He doesn’t talk about it; before,” Ellie commented lowly. You knew she wished for more from Joel. But she couldn’t see what you saw in the way he softened for her.

“That hasn’t changed with time.” Your words felt too bitter. This time you indulged in a glance at Joel. Still settled. “I’m surprised he’s even talking to me now.”

You always described the Miller brothers as a whirlwind. They may not have necessarily meant it, but they had a knack for sweeping you up and consuming you. When Joel came to you with Ellie, there was no question of whether you would help or not, just when and where you were needed.

He’d never leave without you.

“Tell me something about them...” Ellie pleaded. She was a clever girl who picked up on the weight of his misery. But it wasn’t yours to share. “Before they…before this.”

Your shoulders relaxed while your hands moved to the bottom of the steering wheel as you allowed yourself to filter through only the fond memories.

“Alright, well…” You hesitated with your words. Only because you knew, Joel would tell the story differently. “He and Tommy were wasted…I mean…Absolutely hammered that night.”

Your words had their desired effect, and Ellie’s giggles encouraged you to continue. But it felt strange to make Joel’s drinking habits sound so lighthearted when you know how the habit haunted him now.

“Tommy called me.” The phone in Joel’s kitchen woke you up that night well past the witching hour. “The brothers always got into all kinds of mischief, usually Tommy's fault.” You were typically by his side, provoking him. “Always Tommy’s fault.”

“He sounds fun.” Ellie joined in. You knew in another world, the two would get up to all kinds of mischief if they had the chance.

“He can be, when he wants.” You glanced at the map on your lap. With the sun getting low, it meant you needed to find a safe place to stop soon. “That night, though, the two of them had the bright idea to pretend to be bouncers, only to get into a fight with the actual ones.”

“I knew Joel wasn’t a total hard-ass.”

As you continued to retell the story, you hadn’t realized how much nostalgia you carried with you. Nor were you able to see how you talked so warmly of Joel. Ellie knew exactly what to say to get the information she wanted. But you waited a long time to reminisce freely.

“...When I finally got them home,” You blew a raspberry at the unforgettable effort it took. The stench of alcohol and smoke still made your nose scrunch. “Thank god Tommy had enough sense left to make it to the couch.”

Ellie loved how you teased Joel’s hiccuping that he blamed it on being over-served tequila. It was hard even to imagine he had any of that humor left in him. You embellished the story just enough to entertain yourself. But the story's core provided fertile ground for understanding that nothing you added was too far-fetched.

“They remembered nothing the next morning,” You said. “Tommy found all these numbers written on his arm, said he’d close his eyes and pick which to call.”

“....And Joel, he must have been so hungover…”

“You’d think…” You reflected flatly. “He just got up and went to work.”

From your side, you knew Ellie could sense you holding back. She’d gotten more than she asked for, so she left it. She could see how the echo of that night still felt fresh, doubting you provided her with the detailed ending you lived.

----

“You alright?” The question was slowly processed by Joel, who was trying to steady his breathing before the contents of his stomach came up.

“Yeah, yeah…” Joel held onto you every step, arm slung over your shoulders, making you sway with him with each step to his room.

He was mumbling while you settled him on the edge of his bed. You got every few words while focusing on preparing him for the next day. The brothers had work, and doing this would save you the headache of hearing their complaints.

“B-been thinkin’...” His Texan drawl was heightened as he slurred.

“That so?” You half-heartedly replied, rummaging through his medicine cabinet. You looked for something for the morning.

“Mhmm…”

You could hear him shuffling around in his room. Assuming he’d been pulling his boots off and discarding his jacket, you were surprised to find him leaning on the bathroom’s door frame.

“Then you’ve been hanging around Tommy too much.”

“Tommy…” Joel let out a breath of frustrated laughter. He disappointingly shook his head, leaning over you, “That boy doesn’t know what he’s lost.”

You still held love for Tommy, but you had mistaken it for something that it wasn’t. The two of you functioned better as friends; you were his confidant and partner in crime. Neither of you would change that for the world.

“And you do?”

Your relationship with Joel had a natural ebb and flow that could be but never got to the point of being volatile. But that didn't stop you from stepping on each other's toes, constantly being on the brink of an argument that neither of you knew the point of.

“Darlin’...” You melted his resolve, helping him the way you were. Joel’s eyes flickered down. Nothing about your outfit was seductive, but the way his eyes loitered told you maybe it had been. Covering his tracks seamlessly, Joel continued, “...The things you deserve.”

Your laugh bounced off the bathroom walls, resonating deep within Joel’s chest.

"What?" Joel asked lightly, his smile starting to mirror yours, but not understanding why, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

“Shit, Joel,” Your laughter lingered, “You must be really drunk.”

“C’mon now.” He tried to stop you. He wasn’t sure he could handle any level of ridicule from you.

But you pushed passed him, drawing his sheets back for the night to be over, “Let’s just get you to bed.”

He stumbled to you willingly, but you could see his mind turning. There was something he wanted off his chest, but you knew you weren’t ready to hear it.

“Come on now, Miller,” You tried again. “We’ve both got work in the morning.”

“What is it you do again?” Joel’s words played with chords of tension. “Besides eat all my food and sleep on my couch.”

"Get by." You joked more for your sake than his.

Joel’s eyes shifted between your own, pupils entirely dilated. Blaming it on the alcohol helped settle your stomach.

“I know y-you don’t stick around for my benefit.”

"God forbid we enjoy each other's company, Joel." Your eyes burned into his. You enjoyed your ability to make him bashful in his stupor. Just a look, and he was crumbling.

You saw it coming. You could have stopped it, but it wasn’t even the length of a decent kiss. It was soft and fleeting because you pulled back to never speak of it again. You doubted Joel remembered, but you could never be sure what he’d admit to.

----

“Did you ever-

“Ellie…” You said her name slowly in warning.

She retracted fast, “Joel and you-

“No.”

Your answer came off harshly. You knew where she wanted to go; she’d circled the topic for hours.

“Can I ask one question?”

“That was a question.” You looked at her again pointedly, “Shoot.”

“Why’d you stay in Boston?”

Sitting with the statement, you focused on the road. Most around you was barren and destroyed but offered an unconventional peacefulness. Sometimes you imagined if you’d be better off in isolation than in a QZ. But you could never bring yourself to just disappear like that.

“As hard as you might try,” You started, pulling the car to the side, “You can’t be alone in this world. With a purpose or not, it just doesn’t work.”

The sudden sway of the car disturbed the sleeping figure in the back. Joel attempted to hide his jolt as he sat up but was already looking out the window for trouble.

“We stoppin’?” Joel’s voice filled the car while the engine cooled.

Joel looked to you for reassurance. Ellie pointed that out to you, the way he valued you despite his resentment.

“We’ve gotten far enough today.” You tossed the keys back to him. “We need food and rest.”

“Alright.”

Your exchanges were clipped.

Yet, you valued the journey with Ellie. Selfishly, the task provided a reason to see Joel again. It had become easier to spend time apart. It became a habit. But even with a quiet meal shared and conversations led by Ellie, it felt good to be with him again.

The pressure shifted. No longer were ration cards on your mind, nor were the curfews you struggled to follow. Something about the night felt freeing despite the heavy responsibility that it meant. Maybe it was the privilege of feeling safe with Joel since he created a protective bubble, sacrificing his rest for yours.

You heard Joel get up when he thought yours and Ellie’s breathing steadied. You were going to leave it, but sleep was hard to come by with your mind racing.

Joel saw your shadow first. But the hand that brushed between his shoulder blades still made him flinch. He spoke in hushed tones, looking to ensure that Ellie was still asleep, “I hope you didn’t come over here to tell me we’re safe.”

“Didn’t say that.” You frowned. He knew you well; you wore your concerns on your face. You just wished he didn’t hold such defiance for them. “But we’ll be alright for the night-

“Don’t.”

Joel wanted to be in control of everything down to the smallest detail.

You knew it was a way of coping, his way, but it never sat right with you. Especially now, as you watched Joel scrutinize the area you chose, you could feel the criticism he was holding back from the moment you parked the car.

Did you even survey the terrain?

Too much open space. No clear route out.

You know better than this.

“We’re the perfect targets.”

“Joel-

“We know how this works,” He voiced over you. Even with you there, his surveillance didn’t change as he remained on a swivel. “It was exactly what we did.”

Joel’s emotions were catching up, but he still held onto a forced restraint. He was expecting resistance, an argument from you. But you heard what he said, how Ellie needed to hear it, to believe him.

No one’s gonna find us.

It was a promise. Something Joel was determined to control.

The wind was picking up the later the night became, and any rustle was faced with a gun barrel. It caused chills to litter your arms out of apprehension. You tried to comfort yourself with your arms tucked to your chest, but it only shifted Joel’s attention.

If you tried hard enough, you could guess what he would say to you. We need to stay sharp. You could feel Joel’s hesitation, though. It happened every time he pushed you away.

There was merit to your diversion, but Joel only allowed it for so long.

“Get some rest.” He nodded toward his forgotten sleeping bag, “No good if both of us are tired.”

----

The car was gone. The brief companions too. Your heart felt permanently caught in your throat. Adrenaline replaced everything. But it was wearing you thin.

“Where are you going?” Respite clung to Joel’s question as his eyes followed your figure up from his crouched position.

Like a cat, you stretched until something deep within your spine popped. You moved towards the shore of the small body of water you all settled by.

Time was at the forefront of Joel’s mind. Time was no longer on your side, meaning the sooner, the better pressured every minute. Daylight became the most valuable thing. And by the looks of it, you were on your way to wasting it.

“We smell, Joel.” You state as you discard the knife strapped around your waist. You were meant to be cleaning them in the water, preparing them for the next fight the way he had.

But your body was sore. You could imagine the pain Joel felt was much worse, physical or not. He put his body first rather than having you or Ellie be the brunt of it all.

Mornings were sacred to you. It was when the birds sang at dawn because the crisp, moist air carried their songs and their meanings farther through the same air that filled your lungs in fluid refreshment.

You pulled your shirt over your head and looped your thumbs in the waistband of your pants as you wiggled them over your thighs and down your legs.

For the moment, Joel’s eyes lingered. He looked for bites. He knew he wouldn’t find anything, but he had to be sure. Instead, Joel found deep hues of bruises still healing from Kansas City.

Almost wholly above the horizon, the sun highlighted the mist rising off the body of water. It veiled your body the closer you were to where the water and the rocks met. Yet, Joel watched on until your arms maneuvered behind your back, searching for the clasp of your bra.

As if the sun was directly in his eyes, Joel looked up, avoiding seeing something that wasn’t meant for him. Except, it didn’t stop him from passing along a warning, “Don’t go out far.”

The dirt from the past days felt like a second layer of skin had embedded into your own, suffocating you. You finally waded into the freezing water to rid yourself of it.

But not before throwing a comment over your shoulder, “Join me, then.”

Your words were like an idle threat that was only met with silence. You knew he was contemplating the offer. Always thinking.

The water was cold, goosebumps littering your skin within minutes and creating peaks where Joel refused to look. He scolded himself for the way his cock twitched at just the idea.

You leaned back so you were nearly floating on your back. Above, a bird glided hypnotically in a wide circle. It seemed you weren’t the only one seeking to rid yourself of a sense of weariness. The cool water swallowed you whole, caressing your skin and relaxing your muscles.

“Someone’s gotta stay with Ellie.” Joel voiced his decision. It was an excuse, what he was supposed to say.

There was no point in fighting it. Instead, you submerged yourself completely; the water consumed you. The longer you stayed under, the closer Joel edged to the water, ensuring you’d come up for a breath.

When you finally reemerged, you held a wicked grin.

“Don’t do that.” Joel frowned at your teasing. His eyes remained downcast, avoiding your eye. The rocks seemed more fascinating than how you became more siren-like by the minute. “I’m gonna find Ellie.”

“She deserves some privacy.” Despite her continuous puns, you were receptive to the fact that she was still impacted.

You all were.

Hyper vigilance became the enemy that threatened to consume Joel whole. Sleep was no longer negotiable. Every movement dragged worry, invited agitation, and controlled his violence. Joel’s chest was tight, and breathing felt hard to come by. He was moments away from unraveling.

“...There won’t be another invitation, Joel.”

Joel’s loaded gaze burned right through you as he took off his clothes. While he was busy shrugging out of his shirt, you took the opportunity to tread out further. Your back was to him, but you heard the swishing of disturbed water.

You reveled in the way your skin burned for him. He’d seen you naked years ago. But not like this, never like this.

----

Joel’s eyes followed the curve of your body. Your chest swayed as you moved around freely. His pounding heart clocked how too much time had passed for him to sneak out. He was frozen.

“You’re not Tommy.” You let out a breath of relief despite your surprise.

The lace rode high on your hips, accentuating your natural curve. Your chest was perked at the sudden attention of being caught so bare. Regardless of the incessant ringing in your ears, you stayed stone still, giving him a chance to say something.

Yet, he shook his head, backing out the door he’d come through, mumbling expected apologies. Joel used the key under the fern and let himself in.

For days he’d been asking Tommy for his tools back. And now, they were forgotten with each hurried step.

You threw on the closest shirt, chasing after him. “Wait!”

“I didn’t mean to-

“Joel, let me explain-

“No, I shouldn’t have-I-I’ll just-”

You found a way to stand before him, blocking his escape route perfectly. “Let’s just slow down…” Your hands were up in defense, mirroring his own. “It’s not what you think.”

Of all people, you wanted Joel to hear you. But the silence was heavy and lacked a proper explanation. You could see the flush that took over his coloring. It was sweet in a way, but you were too mortified to know what to make of it. It wasn’t exactly taught how to handle these sorts of things in school, so you stalled.

“Can I make you some coffee?” An invitation to linger.

Joel looked at you and saw your bare feet moving toward him with hope. He hadn’t meant to, but his eyes scanned your bare legs; the picture of the intricate fabric underneath the oversized shirt made his skin prick. It took him a moment to realize the shirt was his, one Tommy most likely nicked under his nose.

Doubting you knew what that did to him, Joel shook his head, “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“One cup.” You promised.

The air was tense when you made it to the kitchen. You insisted on a fresh pot, but the drops felt like they took ages to fill it enough for its purpose. The hem of the shirt skirted the boundary of indecency, but you thought nothing of it. Your focus was on the longing stare Joel was giving you.

“Tommy and I…” You started with a shaky breath. You were sure Joel knew all about the drifting relationship. “I thought maybe this would…” It felt strange explaining yourself the way you had. But you wanted it to be known that even to you, it felt out of character. “He doesn’t look at me the same anymore…”

Your words feigned a sense of yearning. But neither you nor Tommy could keep up the act. Your words seemed heavy, but it was so alleviating to say aloud. To be listened to.

But the smell of coffee pulled you back, reminding you to be a good host. Filling the mugs just below the brim, you broke the small barrier of the kitchen island. You held the mug close to your chest, the warmth working as emotional support while Joel toyed with the ceramic handle.

You lifted the mug to your lips, blowing lightly over the piping-hot coffee, “...But neither do I.”

“I can talk to Tommy if you…” No matter how much it made Joel regret the offer, Joel said the right thing. He couldn’t meddle where he didn’t belong. “I’m sure he’d understand.”

You laughed into your mug. “I’d rather this stay our thing.”

“You say that like this is going to happen again.”

“Joel Miller.” You said his name after a pause. He looked like a child in trouble. “Are you flirting with me?”

“No, no, I-

“Joking.” You cut in just as awkwardly as he flushed.

You wanted the mood to lighten, needed it to.

But there was clumsiness in every movement, between your ongoing jitteriness and Joel’s restless fidgeting. So, you moved to the window. On the sill held your half-empty carton of cigarettes, the ones you were trying hard not to touch these days.

With a soft glance back to Joel, you asked, “Mind if I?”

Joel could spot the influences of Tommy in you. Or maybe you had passed along your habits. Either way, it was your home of sorts. Who was he to tell you no?

You had such dexterity with the process. It was like a ritual how you rolled the cigarette over your lips before lighting it. Then after a deep exhale, you utilized the perpetually open window to tap the beginnings of ash.

“I don’t mean to drag you into all of this…” You trailed off through an exhale of smoke through your nose. Joel could see the appeal now. “I just don’t-…Tommy’s my friend, and if I…I don’t know what’ll happen if we’re not…”

The end of something always hurt everyone around you. You all were just playing your roles in delaying the inescapable. But the questions of the future haunted you. You weren’t sure if you were ready to let it all go.

“I’ll let you leave…” You toyed with the lit cigarette that was on its last limb as you spoke. Joel’s silence was becoming deafening. “Promise I won’t hold you up any longer.”

You were sure he had more pressing matters than to comfort you through an inevitable breakup.

“Tommy’ll get over it.” Joel sat back with more relaxation now that he spoke his mind. “It’s you I’m worried about.”

----

Joel kept his distance deliberately. He made the venture into the water seem like another task. In and out.

“I don’t bite, you know.”

He knew you wouldn’t be able to stay quiet for too long. He knew what it meant to join you, but he made an effort to seem detached.

“Just giving you some privacy.” Joel echoed your words.

“Right.” Your frustration was clear. You carried it with you for the handful of days that passed. Your frustrations didn’t lie with him like Joel chose to believe.

Instead, guilt filled Joel’s chest. It had been gnawing at him since he left Boston. He should have left you there if he were as reliable as everyone claimed he was. You’d be without bruises. You’d be without his burden. Leaving without you meant there would be no return.

But you knew Joel. You had to remind yourself. You knew what he was thinking, what he wanted. That’s how you knew moving towards him would benefit the both of you.

You moved gradually, leading the interaction by brushing his hair behind his ears. The greys of his hair darkened with the water you carried on your fingertips. He looked younger. He looked like your Joel.

You reached for him, pulling him through the cool water to you. Joel was stiff when your chest met his warmly. He thought of pulling away, but you felt so peaceful that it swallowed him. Your arms wrapped around him with comfort. Your body settled in front of his, gently pressing your hips against him, giving him only an ounce of pressure to entice him.

He noted every twitch. Shyness wasn’t questioned; that barrier was broken years ago. It enabled you to trace his face. Every detail was already committed to memory.

You imagined what he’d say to you all those years ago—anything to make a smile crack.

Careful, now.

All you’re gonna find is a whole lot of ugly.

The scar above his eyebrow marked when your feelings for Joel first latched on. You were blinded by anger then, but the blood scared you. He promised you it was a graze and that he still had his life. But that wasn’t enough proof for you.

When your thumb traced over the faint line, Joel finally found his voice again, “Your shooting’s still sloppy.”

The look Joel held was intimidating, scrutinizing, but you knew he was trying to be witty.

“See now, when you say things like that…” You whispered softly due to the proximity, “I don’t regret shooting you.”

He hummed, appreciating your touch that ventured to his shoulders. You could feel under your hands the tension he held. You wanted nothing more than to provide relief.

“Joel.”

Just his name made your desire clear. He wanted to touch you all those years ago, but he’d never betray his brother like that. But now you invited him to you without any barriers. There was hesitancy in the hold Joel found on your hips. His mind wandered; wavered between the need and the want.

Starting at the swirl of hair on his chest, you followed the trail down until Joel’s breath hitched. Joel felt like he was about to lose it when your hand wrapped around him.

“This feel okay?” You moved your hand against him, slow and soft.

Water dripped from his nose to your shoulder as he nodded eagerly. His groan rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating against your own. You tread in dangerous territory but recognized the privilege of his trust.

This was for Joel. You needed this just as much as he did. You didn’t worry if it functioned as a thank you for keeping you alive, an apology for the trouble you’d caused him, or a confession of your own.

It didn’t matter when you indulged in your own lust.

“Do you think of me when you’re on your own?” You asked, fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing him until you felt his pulse in your grip.

“Oh- Fuck-” He cut himself off before he let a pet name slip. Joel’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, imprinting his touch into your skin, burned to your very bone.

“Hmm?” You edged him further. Gently, you continued to pump him and move your thumb over his tip.

Joel’s ragged breath fell on your pulse point with each moan as you continued to pump him rhythmically. His hand came up to your throat in a tender hold. His lips hover over yours but refrained from connecting.

It would be too intimate if you had.

“Do you want me to?” The hold gave him dominance even as he shuddered under your touch. Always desiring control.

The water around you rippled with your continued movements. With his free hand, his thumb rubbed gently at the sensitive skin that was near the pebbles of your breast, but he made no effort to touch it just yet. His words and touch were a deadly combination, the kind that made you ache.

“Would that be so bad?” You spoke on his lips, feeling the tickle of his mustache. The more you worked on his release the more you felt his warm pants turn into deep moans. “Come on now, Miller,” You coaxed softly, moving up and down his length with a lively pattern, teasingly and tauntingly. “Tell me.”

Joel’s words were caught in his throat as ecstasy flowed through his veins as the pleasure crashed. His hips jerked against you as his breathing became ragged and his moans became filthy.

He sighed with relief, abandoning himself. He groaned into you, nuzzling his nose in your neck as the aftershocks made him tremble. He could feel your hand threading in his hair, keeping him in your tight embrace.

“Yes.”

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