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kim mingyu x reader
prompt(s): getting aroused by the other's jealousy/obsession with them, "Could he/she/they do it like this?â, âyou're sexy when you're angryâ
word count: 5.1k
warnings: smut (MINORS DNI), fluff, potter!mingyu, they're married, reader discovers jealousy, oral (m.rec), penetration (unprotected!!!), kissing, breast play, clit stimulation, they're nasty as hell idk what to tell you
synopsis: It isn't your fault that you feel this way, especially as you watch her hands trace over your husband's own.
It isn't your fault that you can barely go on with your day with that cursed image replaying in your mind like a broken record.
And it certainly isn't your fault that you find yourself completely naked on your husband's lap while his clay-clad hands cannot touch you.
[a/n]: @highvern at the scene of the crime as always, we all have to thank her for her service as she betas for me and encourages my tomfoolery. enjoy this and let me know your thoughts in the rbs, comments or send me an ask!!!!!
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The grip you have on the file is proving to be detrimental to the cheap plastic covering. Not that you could blame yourself as you watch your husband through the window of his pottery studio, leaning over to help a student with her discombobulated salad bowl.Â
It was a beautiful morning, the beach across from the boardwalk sparingly occupied with delighted tanners and swimmers, the low buzz of waves reaching the shore sending a calming draft across the area. Envious as you were of Mingyu and his impeccable real estate choices, especially right now as your heel clad feet ache to take a dip in the waters, you couldnât help but feel all the more irked that this was the background the image inside the studio was sitting against.Â
Through the large glass windows, Mingyu is pressing his foot over top of his very pretty studentâs on the pedal to force the pottery wheel to spin, hands over her own as he guides her fingers to put pressure on the wet clay. A spiteful part of you pushes a thought in your mind, that your husband was attempting to fix a lost cause, especially when his student seemed quite insistent in her soft smiles and keeping her gaze on the fingers that cover her own, rather than actually fixing the abomination on the pottery wheel.Â
You donât know how long youâve been standing there by the time heâs done, straightening his back to turn his attention to the other students that make their attempts at their half done projects. Mingyu catches your figure through the window and immediately breaks into a big smile, clay covered hand coming to wave at you.Â
Taking it as your cue to walk into the studio, you return neither his gorgeous smile or his occupied wave as you strut through the glass doors. Your husband meets you on the other side of the open space, hands now washed clean as he leans over to place a kiss on your cheek.Â
âHey, you,â he says in greeting, hands drying on a towel.Â
All you can think about is if that salad bowl girl can see you, and you thank goodness you wore your nice top today.Â
âHere.â You merely push the slightly crumpled file of documents to his chest, jaw set and lips tight.Â
âOh, thanks,â he comments as he grabs the papers pushed towards him, smile dropping a little at your abrupt attitude. âIs everything alright?âÂ
âHm? âCourse,â you answer, adjust the strap of your bag. âI have to get back to work. Be careful about your paperwork next time, I canât keep making trips across town for this.â
You bite your tongue as soon as you say it, the words tumbling out before you can help it. Canât keep making trips across town for this? Last time you checked, you were looking for passive excuses to make the trip to your husbandâs studio just to see him during the day.Â
âOh.â His brows are furrowed, the frown apparent on his face. âIâI didnât think youâd be too busy today, you said youâd be done early soâIânevermind. Iâm sorry I pulled you out of work for this, Iâll be careful next time.â
Thereâs a pang in your heart as you hear him apologise, immediately mad at yourself for going on and ruining his mood. What were you annoyed at? That he was doing his job?Â
Your gaze lands behind him where most of his students are occupied with their projects, but just one whose eyes dart between you and Mingyu.Â
Taking a step back, youâre about to walk out before you feel him grab your wrist. âDâyou wanna have dinner at the new restaurant down the pier after work? We can watch the sunset too, havenât done that in a while.â
You want to scream yes. Of course you want to watch a beach sunset with your husband. Of course you want to eat at the restaurant youâve been waiting eagerly for with your husband. And you arenât entirely sure if this reaction is simply because youâve been stressed lately, but the sticky feeling is pushing you to make your claim in some way, somehow.Â
Biting back another strangely snarky reply, you make an attempt to fix your stoic face and walk back to Mingyu. Leaning up, you kiss the corner of his mouth in what you hope is slightly reassuring.Â
âIâll see you in a few hours.â
Kicking off your heels is the first thing you do once you make it back to your desk, taking no time to punch the power on button on your computer. You pull a file from the stack next to you, one that sits at the bottom, with a harder than necessary yank. Bad idea, because as you scramble to stop the pile from tipping over entirely, you can only think of other ways your day could get worse.Â
Before the worst of it can hit the floor, you find a second set of hands catching the strewing papers.Â
âThanks, Han,â you say as you attempt to reorganise the documents, taking the extra ones off his hands.Â
âHave the laws of physics forsaken you? Or do you just like reorganising paperwork?â Hansol asks, sipping on something from the stupid horse mug Mingyu had made for him in light of his promotion.Â
Huffing, you only haphazardly stuff the files to the corner to be done with it, opening the file you need as your computer finally boots up. âDonât you have manager stuff to do?âÂ
âBeing a manager means I can put off doing manager stuff,â he states. âBesides, Iâm taking care of my peers, can you imagine the catastrophe that couldâve been if I didnât swoop in to save you?â
âPapers on the floor? How catastrophic indeed,â you monotone as you click away at trying to find a particular excel sheet.Â
âHow was Mingyu?â
Stiffening, you want to curse Hansol at reminding you of the very thing you did not want to think of right now.Â
âHe was fine.â
âYou were back earlier than usual, thought you wouldâve had lunch with him.â
That was your plan, but clearly the universe had other ways for you to go about your day. Like thinking about an overly flirty student and her all too oblivious teacher.Â
âHeâŚhe had a workshop today,â you simply comment.Â
âOkay, Elsa, who shoved an ice cube up your ass?â You can hear the sneer in his voice, the judgmental stare.Â
Groaning loudly, you can only slam your forehead onto your desk in an all too dramatic fashion. âCan you drop it? Please?â
âAh,â he drags. âTrouble in paradise. Understood. I will be at my desk if you want to complain about your husband like Margaret from Finance.â
Margaret from Finance. The woman whoâs entire catalogue of marital issues would be solved if she and her husband simply spoke to each other once in a while. Perhaps even held hands on occasion.Â
You wince as you envision yourself becoming as stuck up and miserable as that, Hansolâs harmless comparison sending you into yet another spiral. It wasnât that serious, this was all because your brain was stressed, horny and in love. The fact that your husband looked like how he did wasnât really helping either.Â
With a little more aggression than you usually wouldâve done with, you attempt to skim through the files as quickly as humanly possible, flicking through the useless filler pages to get to the ones that actually required your attention.Â
You send a passive aggressive email to Hansol entailing his job to keep things precise.Â
Shoving forkfuls of salad into your mouth, your mouse clicks louder than anyone else in the area, having gone back to change your cursor speed about thrice since you turned your computer on.Â
Your phone dings. Closing your eyes, you count to ten before turning to look at the illuminated screen beside you.Â
[Gyu <3]: did u have lunch?
[Gyu <3]: i wanted us to get sum together but u zoomed off : (((
[Gyu <3]: im done with my classes for the day. The students were asking ab you earlier when u came in heh
[Gyu <3]: cant wait to see u tonight i looooooveee u <333
God, he makes it hard to stay mad at him.Â
Snapping your head back to your monitor, you close your eyes once again as you question the war in your head and chest. Why were you mad at him? There was nothing to be mad about. Did you expect him to go about his day covered in plastic wrap and a neon âOFF LIMITSâ sign all day? The ring on his finger was supposed to do the job just fine.Â
You sigh as you force yourself to text him back something that wasnât entirely passive aggressive. Typing and erasing, and typing again and erasing again. A smiley face to seal it into something you were not feeling, and send.Â
Itâs late in the afternoon by the time youâre done, the sun less blaring as it pours through the office windows. You flick the last file shut, power off your computer and spring up to your feet, immediately gathering your things. Phone, ID, keys, and the last plastic file in your hands, you stalk towards Hansolâs desk and slam the papers next to his computer.Â
He nearly chokes on his pocky stick as you spit out your final notes in rapid fire, not caring if you were indecipherable in the slightest. Hansolâs eyebrows remain in the air by the time youâre done, spinning on your heels and walking straight towards the elevators.Â
âSee you, Monday!â you finally hear him call out and you donât turn to return his goodbye. Something that might have given you a strike but you could threaten him to take it off all the same.Â
Besides, you had somewhere to be, and the idea churning in your brain didnât seem like it wanted to wait.Â
The sun is setting by the time you get to the beach boardwalk, climbing the steps to the line of establishments that overlook the significantly more occupied shore. Everything is perfect. Warm just the right amount, the sunlight forcing everything in its path into an incandescent glow.Â
What you wouldâve given for a nice lie on one of the beach chairs to release an entire dayâs worth of tense muscles. But alas, you trudge straight down the boardwalk and walk the way to Mingyuâs studio. When youâre nearly there, you see the glass door of the studio open from a distance, immediately recognising the part timer leaving for the day.Â
You cross paths as he walks towards you in the opposite direction, lighting up as he recognises you through your work attire.Â
âOh, hi!â Chan chirps, arm raised in a half wave.Â
âHi! Clocking out?â you ask as you stop to greet him.Â
âUhâyeah, Mingyu let me go early.â Heâs grinning.Â
âGood to hear. You enjoy the rest of your night, alright?âÂ
âYeahâuh, you too!â he stutters once again as he continues to smile wide. You think nothing of it and continue your short walk to where the studio doors were.Â
Coming round, you find the large glass door and walls have been blocked out with the blinds, the blaring CLOSED sign right at the entrance.Â
You stand there in front of the door like a fool, taking a deep breath, eyes closed as you gain your bearings. Grabbing the shiny handle, you push the unlocked glass open.Â
The bell at the top jingles, signalling a customer, and you watch your husband sitting at one of the turntables, clearly occupied. The studio is completely empty except for him, the whirr of the spinning table coming to a halt as he turns to tell whoever came in that they were closed for the day.Â
Itâs revolting. Heâs wearing his usual black tee, stained with months of splattered clay, his hair tousled like heâd run his hands through it before he started his project. The sun seeps in through the neglected edges of the top of the glass walls, past the blinds that cover most of them, casting him in an unbelievable light. Itâs revolting, heâs done nothing and itâs making your head reel; revolting.Â
âWeâreâoh, youâre early!â There it is, that stupid smile he canât help but flash at every last person he sees, directed straight at you laced with nothing but love.Â
Reaching behind you, you push the metal lock on the door to click it shut, locking the both of you inside, and the rest of the beach and boardwalk out. Right after, you begin to kick off your heels.Â
âI already made the reservations for an hour from now, let me change and wash up so we can go to the beach tillââ
âSit down.â
He was halfway out of his seat as he was talking, ready to leave his half done work on the turntable to leave with you. Your words come out firm, a strange tone like you were giving him a command.Â
It works, and the shock has him immediately falling back into his chair. The force pushes the chair away from the turn tables, now half facing you. Â
Dropping your bag, you shuck your long coat off and leave it on the floor. Eyeing his hands, theyâre covered in wet clay, suspended away from his body so as to not ruin his clothes more than they already are, speckled with dried clay and paint.Â
He recovers quickly, confused as he watches you fiddle with the buttons on your bottoms, rising out of his chair once again.Â
âWhat are youââÂ
âI said,'' you grunt as you finally push your bottoms down so they hit the floor. âSit down.âÂ
The shift in his face makes it obvious it has clicked in his head, staring at you as you walk towards him in just your blouse as the situation escalates faster than he can keep up with.Â
âRight now? Can you at least let meââ
Through his blabbering youâve reached him and swung a leg over his lap, seating yourself on his clothed thighs as he moves his hands away, making sure not to get clay all over your blouse.Â
His hands may be occupied in a different sense, but you choose to busy yours in other ways. Taking his face in your hands, you lock your mouths in an open mouthed kiss, rendering him speechless.Â
Taking no time to think, nor to let him think, you push your hips down to meet his own in a deep grind, panty clad pussy making contact with the rough of his jeans right over his bulge. The feeling is so sudden, spiking throughout your system as you hear him take a sharp inhale still pressed into your mouth.
That was you. That was you getting that reaction out of him, no matter how small it was. The thought has you gripping the back of his head, fingers making home in the short strands of his hair as you let go from the kiss.Â
Wasting no time, you push his head back and stick your tongue out, licking a stripe from the base of his throat right up to his jaw. He shivers beneath you, and it only muddles your mind even more.Â
You can feel his bulge beneath you growing larger and larger by the second, pressing into your inner thigh as his breathing grows exponentially heavier in your ear. Locking eyes with him, you trail your other hand down to graze over the front of his shirt, pressing into the bumps and ridges that lie beneath.
Reaching his buckle, you hook your finger underneath the gap and pull at the metal. As you let go, it snaps back into place with a resounding cling! Keeping the eye contact, you drift even lower, your fingers find the growing tent in his jeans as you cup the bulge. Moving your hands in the way you know he likes it, you curb your speed to drag out the feeling for him.Â
âFuck,â you hear him curse lowly.Â
Itâs becoming impossible for him to keep his composure, especially to keep his hands away from your body that sits on him. He gets close, fingers brushing the white of your blouse in a moment of confusion, instant brown on the surface as his wet, clay hands ruin your shirt.Â
âIf you really canât keep your hands to yourself,â you say, halting your movements on his crotch. âI guess thisâll have to go too.â
Not bothering to undo all the buttons, you tug the first couple ones unfastened and pull your blouse over your head, throwing it somewhere behind his head. Quickly, you reach behind and unclasp your bra, flinging it away in the same general area. Youâre now almost entirely naked while he remains clothed head to toe.Â
Your nipples harden as they meet the air in the studio, Mingyuâs eyes set on your mounds as he takes them in.Â
Before he has the opportunity to do anything, you slip off of your seat in his lap, knees slamming the floors in your haste as you kneel before him. Hands flying, you tug at the buckle of his belt, undoing it despite your hurried motions.Â
âYouâve been off today, are you sure everythingâs alright?â Mingyu asks from, still wide eyed as he watches helplessly as you yank his jeans enough to reveal the final layer of his underwear. It doesnât take you long to take his entire length out of there too, needing him in front of you.
âDo not ask me about my feelings when Iâm trying to fuck you.â
âWhat on earthâshit!â
Youâve taken his now fully hard length into your hand, licking a strip from the base of his cock up to the bulbous head. The tip of your tongue teases the head ever so lightly, and Mingyu watches as his head and your tongue match in their reds. He watches the way your tongue dips into the pooling white of his precum, pushing into his slit as the tip of your tongue wiggles slightly.Â
The fact that he cannot touch only heightens the effects of your teasing, clayed hands balling into fists just to feel something on his fingertips.Â
Soon, your lips have wrapped around the head of cock as you let it rub against the beginnings of the inside of your soft mouth. Letting go, you take him in again, this time running your tongue over his slit, feeling his hips twitch beneath you as you continue to take him in and out, only to take him back in again.Â
In one motion, you sink your mouth lower onto his dick, feeling the head of his cock run against the roof of your mouth. Mingyu hisses audibly amidst his very loud and heavy breathing.Â
When you feel him hit the beginnings of your throat, you pull back, bringing your hand to curve around the base to cover what you couldnât fit, pumping him up and down as you continue to pull his member in and out of your mouth.Â
Heâs moaning loud, the echoes resonating off the walls as you hear your name slip from his mouth over, and over, and over again. It only encourages you as you move down deeper, his cock touching the back of your throat in more familiarity than before.Â
Everything is wet; the spit and precum turning into a shiny gleam on his cock and on the lower half of your face, the heat between your legs that makes you feel oh so empty. Clenching around nothing, you resist the urge to bring a hand down to relieve yourself.Â
âAre you ovulating or something, why are you suddenlyâŚsuddenly, fucking hell I donât know.âÂ
Releasing him from your mouth with a loud pop, you rear your head to look up at him, the lower half of your face covered in a wet glisten. Your hand continues to pump him as you watch his face remain contorted in pleasure.
In a daze, you donât realise what youâre saying as you blab. âCould she do it like this?â
âWhat?â
âCould she do it like this?â you repeat like a mantra, needing to hear his answer. âCould she make you feel like this?â
âWhat are you talking about?â Itâs taking Mingyu every bit of his soul to form coherent words.Â
In one swift motion, youâve hoisted yourself back on your feet, nails digging into his thighs through his pants.Â
Hovering over his lap, you take his shaft once again, but this time you push your panties aside with your hand and bring it close to your heat, brushing the head of his cock over your wet folds, using him to feel the pleasure that builds.Â
âGod, youâre so wet,â he blabs as he throws his head back at the feeling. âI wanna touch you, fuck I need to get this clay off, I need to touch you.â
Heâs brought his mouth to latch onto your nipple, evoking a loud gasp from you as feel him circle your nub with his tongue before sucking. Letting go, he sticks his tongue out as his only weapon, flicking it repeatedly as you continue to rub his wet cock over your equally wet cunt.Â
Lining him up with your entrance, you sink onto his head as you let out a loud moan, feeling the tip stretch you out in the familiar way youâve been craving all day. Itâs like your brain is buffering as you recover from the bout of pleasure, barely registering that heâs continued to assault your other nipple now.Â
Your free hand comes to toy with your relieved tit, twisting your spit covered nipple between your fingers as his dick pushes further and further inside you.Â
Fully sheathed, you pull your husbandâs face away from your breast as you bring his lips to your own, kissing him deep as you clench around his hard cock.
âDonât. Do that,â he hisses against your lips, hands suddenly closing in your waist, so close before he realises he canât. ââM gonna fucking come, Iâm so serious.â
The news is enlightening, especially as it encourages you to lift your hips ever so slightly, and curl back back down in an initial thrust. Again, and again, and again till youâre moving your hips at a swift pace, striking down on his length as you both moan into each other's mouths.
The feeling is electrifying, and the borderline pornographic noises your husband is making is only making it all the more easier to gush around his member, to move your hips faster as you feel the knot in your abdomen tighten and loosen.Â
âYou feel amazing, so fucking good,â he grunts as he mouths the column of your throat. âMy baby, my darling, my wife.â
And when the burn in your thighs becomes more than just a mental battle, your hips slowing despite the mind boggling feeling and the choked sobs that come out of you, you feel Mingyuâs hips lift from the chair heâd been trapped in, pushing into you instead.Â
His still dirty hands have taken hold of the top of the back legs of the chair, helping himself push off his seat to thrust into you rapidly.Â
âTouch yourself, baby,â he says. âRub your clit for me.â
Who are you to deny him, one hand on one of his broad shoulders while the other flies down to the mess thatâs becoming of your cunt. Rubbing two fingers over your clit, you throw your head back in a loud moan as you feel yourself beginning to close in.
Mingyu is watching the apex of your thighs; the way your fingers work against your swollen clit, the way his dick disappears inside you, a ring of sinful white foaming at the base of his cock. He twitches inside you, a clear indication that he was also close.Â
Your breasts are a sight to behold, and the scene before him is enough to make him bust entirely. Bouncing tits that he cannot touch, perfectly red, puffed pussy he cannot touch, the beautiful curves and dips of your waist and thigh, barely illuminated by the setting sun, that he cannot touch. He curses the wretched idea to make a last minute thing on the turntable before you arrived, curses the fact that he should be able to feel all of you.Â
He might lose his mind, and he does when your walls clamp down on him like a trap, your moans so loud heâs sure heâll be hearing them in his ears for weeks.Â
âGâGyu, Iâm cumming,â you whimper through the pure brain fog.Â
Mingyu fucks you through your orgasm, finally letting himself release his own load into you when he simply canât take it anymore, dick spasming as he shoots white hot cum into your hole. The added slick makes it easier to slip in and out faster as his orgasm holds out far longer than it usually does, both of your hips twitching like youâd been zapped as you come down from your highs.Â
Itâs become near impossible to hold up your own weight, slumping against his large frame as you unclench every pinched muscle and joint. Forehead on his shoulder, you take pleasure in the afterglow, breathing in his scent with your nose pressed into the sliver of skin that reveals past his shirt. Sweat, the earthy odour of clay, and the calm familiarity of him.
âI donât know what I did to have you acting like this,â he breathes into your ear. âBut whatever it is, I need to do it more often.â
Sluggishly, you lift your head to look at him. His head is leaned back on the chair, face glowing as you stare into the eyes you fell in love with so long ago.Â
âYou havenât done anything,â you sigh. âIt was��stupid.â
âThatâs the worst thing you could say to me right now.â
You whine, rolling your neck. âWhat do you want me to tell you?â
He stares. âWho do I need to thank for creating this monster?â
It was a joke, clearly, but you couldnât help but feel the little pool of pride swell within you anyway.Â
âSalad bowl girl.â
âAnd Iâm supposed to know what that means? Do you want a salad bowl? I can make you one.â
âNo. The girl in your class this morning with that god awful salad bowl,â you huff. âIt looked offensive, she was too busy burning holes into you.â
âOh no,â he whispers, eyes wide, mouth turning it the beginnings of a hysterical laugh. âMy pretty little wife is jealous.â
âIf youâre gonna rub it in, I'm getting off.â You try to remove yourself from his lap, slipping his now soft member out of you.Â
Youâre stopped when you feel the two points of his elbows locking you at the waist, pushing you down. Heâs grinning like a fool. âYouâre sexy when youâre angry.â
âIâm not angryââ
âYour hello was my dick in your mouth.â
âSo you didnât like it?â
âIâd fire myself in the kiln before I ever say that.â He locks his elbows harder, pulling you closer. âBesides, I think this means Iâve won.â
âWon what?â
âLike youâve never noticed Chan looking at you likeâŚlike heâs got some puppy dog crush on you. Iâve won the battle of composure.âÂ
You guffaw, âWhat are youâstop it, he does not!â
He merely leans forward and kisses you, âI donât blame him. My wife is the most gorgeous thing anyone could ever see.âÂ
Grabbing him by the elbows, you break free of his hold and get off of his lap, attempting to gather the clothes youâve scattered across the studio.Â
âCan you at least help me put my dick back inside my pants, these are my cleaner jeans!â
Snapping the elastic of your bra back on, pantied adjusted, you walk back to him. Heâs looking at you with those stupid stars in his eyes and it makes it hard to focus on readjusting his jeans for him.Â
Leaning down, you take in your hands his still wet cock, smothered in your spit and arousal, complete with his own release. You canât help it when you dip further to take his head into your mouth, the groan coming from above you near automatic.Â
âOh, youâre evil.â
You grin as you wrap your mouth in a harsher suck, feeling him harden slowly, still quicker than youâd thought. Giving him a few more generous sucks, you run your tongue over his slit before moving back.Â
Heâs breathing heavily, leaning close as you pull his waistband up. âYou know, they say you should lay down afterwards if you want to be successful. I think we might have to go again later on a real bed to do the trick.â
âYou can stay horny, Iâm getting dressed for some real food.âÂ
âI think we kinda need to be horny to do what weâre trying to do,â he lowtones, moving his face back and forth to meet your drifting eyes.Â
You sigh once again, âWhy canât just getting off birth control be enough?â
âAre you not having fun?â
âIâm literally buttoning your pants for you, it was fun until now.â
Mingyu raises his hands in both surrender and pointed regard, the clay now dried and cracking over his hands and forearms. âI digress.â
 It annoys you that heâs right, so you lean in to give him a kiss as a distraction. It works.Â
âItâs alright,â he smiles into your kiss. âThis is the one thing I wonât mind breaking my back for.â
The giggle escapes you before you can help it, and you feel him kiss at your cheeks, placing one last one on the tip of your nose.
âNow, if my lovely wife will let me wash my handsâŚ?â
âGo,â you chuckle.
âWe should name our baby Salad Bowl in this honour.â Heâs way at the handwash station by now, water running as he scrubs off all the dried up clay.
âSo sad our baby will have to grow up without a father.â
 âI love you,â he yells.Â
âIâll be sure to tell our child.âÂ
âYouâre insufferable,â he says, suddenly behind you as you pull on your blouse. Wet hands grasp your waist and you squeal at the feeling.Â
âMingyu!âÂ
âI love you,â he drags, spinning you around to face him.Â
âI thought I was insufferable.â
Your husband groans, simply pulling you into him with his own two hands to kiss you.Â
âI think weâre late for our reservation.â
âYouâd better hurry then.â You eye his clay speckled shirt.
âDonât miss me.â He turns around to find his cleaner shirt, all while you drift over to see the incomplete project still on his table.
A mug still clay-brown and half done, but one that looks suspiciously similar to your favourite one you broke last week.Â
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â âđđ â â đđđđđđđđ. your boyfriend doesnât like it when you eat unhealthy food while busy with uni work.
tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff. age gap (reader around early 20âs, satoru early 30âs). behavior may come off as âoverprotectiveâ to some. nicknames âbaby, sweetheart, princessâ. not proofread
satoruâs at work while youâre in his kitchen, preparing a quick meal for yourself. youâve been busy making and finishing assignments all day. you really could do with a break. though, a short one. thereâs still lots more to do before youâre done with everything mandatory.
itâs convenient that satoru allows you to stay over at his apartment whenever you want to. heâs given you a spare key and told you that his home is also yours. if you need a break from your own place, you can always stop by his.
âah, crap,â you hiss as the sauce packet nearly bursts open in your hand due to how roughly you pulled on its edges. you season your instant ramen noodles without much thought. itâs a quick meal that saves you time.
youâve had it four days a row nowâalong with some pizza slices here and there. your boyfriend has been nice enough to send you money, telling you to treat yourself to some decent food while heâs away on business, but youâre really just too busy to treat yourself.
satoruâd be upset if he knew that youâre living off unhealthy crap again. the last time he caught you, he prepared you homemade meals or took you out to restaurants for weeks. he needs you to ingest your daily nutritions so you can stay healthy. youâre too important to him and he wants the best for you.
you grab your chopsticks and mix the sauce with the noodles, your spotify playlist running in the background. you walk to the fridge and grab a soda before sitting down at the kitchen table. unlocking your phone, you decide to see if anythingâs going on on social media.
youâre too focused on your screen and the food entering your mouth to notice the front door opening. you catch a glimpse of a figure in the corner of your eye and your head flies up. a bit too late..
âah, hi, satoru,â you mumble with a mouthful of ramen noodles. youâre caught off guard and you barely know what to do as the white-haired man puts his keys in his pockets. you put your phone down and discreetly try to cover your bowl, âdidnât know youâd come back so early.â
too bad you didnât think of opening a window or throwing away the opened package of instant ramen. satoru looks over at the messy counter before walking towards you. he reaches a hand out to your cheek, brushing your thumb against your skin.
âhi, pretty,â satoru greets you with a gentle smile. he leans down and presses a kiss onto your lips, tongue stealing a taste of the sauce on your mouth. he pulls back and pinches the cheek heâs holding, âmind telling me what youâre eating, hm?â
you pout and swallow the bite of noodles you had in your mouth. you put your hands down, knowing thereâs no hiding anything from your boyfriend. he dislikes the fact that youâre not taking your health seriously. âinstant ramen. . .â you respond defeatedly.
satoru ruffles your hair with a shake of his head, silently disapproving of your actions. âiâve given you money to get a proper meal, didnât i, baby?â the older man explains in the same tender tone. he doesnât have the heart to be mad at you. he crouches down next to the chair youâre sitting on and kisses your knuckles, each getting a peck.
âyeah, âm sorry,â you nod, knowing your lover did his part of taking care of you. he gave you money to spend on food or ingredients, but you still chose the easy way out. itâs not like youâve been craving noodlesâyouâre eating them for the sole reason being that theyâre fast and easy to make. youâre too busy (and lazy) to go out and buy stuff.
satoru chuckles, not really mad at you at all. heâs simply worried for your wellbeing. he sees how hard you work for uni while also making time to spend with him, no matter how little it may be. âitâs okay, itâs okay,â satoru coos and kisses your forehead before getting up.
the sorcerer looks down at the bowl of noodles before glancing back at you. âdo you want to finish it or do you want me to make you something?â he asks whilst playing with the little hairs around your face. youâre beautiful, somehow even more gorgeous with those dark circles under your eyes.
you pout and think about his question. youâre tired of eating the same thing four times in a row and you know how good satoruâs cooking can be, so. . .
âcan you make me something?â you ask carefully in a quiet tone, flashing your boyfriend your best puppy eyes, âpretty please?â
satoru grins and nods immediately. heâs always happy to help you out when you need it. âof course. anything for my princess,â he coos and squeezes your cheeks one last time. heâs got an obsession with the way you scrunch your nose up every time he does so.
he grabs the bowl of noodles and puts it away after making sure you didnât want any more of it. sure, he wants the best for you, but he doesnât want to be too restrictive. in case you still want to steal a bit, satoru puts the bowl in the corner of the counter.
you walk to satoru as he stands near the fridge. you rub your weary eyes and watch as he grabs the needed items to make your favorite comfort meal. he catches you staring at him and he smirks lovingly.
âoh my, i have such an adorable girlfriend,â the older man holds himself back from squeezing your cheeks together again. he holds your wrist and pulls you flush against him, his head leaning down to match your eye level.
satoru plants a quick kiss on your lips. his hand finds it way on your hips before slithering upwards. he pats your back, gently comforting and encouraging you, his other hand doing the same on the back of your head. he knows how hard it is for you these days, with the busy end of the semester and all.
âlove you, âtoru, thank you,â you smile at him and nuzzle your face into his chest. you really needed a distraction from all the hard work you still have to do. a quick break with the person you cherish most will gain you back all the energy youâve lost.
satoru hugs you even tighter to him when you utter those magical words. if he could, heâd take care of you every single second of the day. heâd do anything to make you feel better. he places a peck to your forehead, âi love you too, sweetheart. but promise me one thing; please take better care of yourself, âkay?â
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#jjk fluff#gojo fluff#satoru x reader
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How the Karasuno boys would react to meeting Shoyo's foreign cousin.
â starring. karasuno boys x foreign exchange student!reader (separately), student teacher!reader in ukai's
â tags. fluff, first meetings, pining
â warnings. use of 'pretty' and 'cute' to describe reader, but no pronouns are used, you slap ryuu in his LOL, mild suggestive comment in ryuu's if you squint
â requested? yes! thank you so much for your request this was fun to write :)
â notes. some of these are longer than others sorry ADHKWH my biases are showing a lil // this ended up being a first meeting + how they act when they start crushing on you, but it they're so cute so i didnt wanna change it lolol
daichi is whipped for you from the start
he doesn't show it (or he doesn't think he does) but he's attracted to you the second he lays eyes on you
he's extra sure to be polite to you, too embarrassed too show his brasher nature in case it scares you off
he loses his backbone whenever you're around
he needs to scold some of the first years for goofing off, but you're standing there? he's all sunshine and rainbows
when he finds out that you're a foreign exchange student, he's over the moon
he subtly finds out your classes from shoyo, who of course doesn't realize his intentions as he blurts out your schedule happily
he checks up on you often, making sure you're adjusting well to japan because "what kind of captain would he be if he let his underclassman's cousin have a hard time?"
the team is none the wiser, except for maybe koshi who sees through his shit immediately
he has a habit of patting your head as a greeting, even if he's just passing you in the hallways even if you complain about him messing up your hair
overall, he's super soft with you :)
sawamura daichi! was annoyed when he met you. shoyo hadn't shown up to practice and wasn't answering his phone, which left the captain ready to send the orange-haired freshman to an early grave. after kei made a smart remark that he saw shoyo lingering near the school entrance, he was on a mission to give the boy hell.
kei was right, of course. when daichi made his way to the entrance, he saw shoyo right away. he stomps over, lips parting to lecture the younger male about responsibilities when his eyes ghost over you. he stops short, shoyo's name barely dropping from his mouth as he pauses.
when you both turn to him, daichi feels his breath catch in his throat. it was clear that you weren't from around here. your odd sense of dress stuck out like a sore thumbânot to mention he had never seen you before. but if anything, he thought you were pretty.
"you're late for practice," daichi states lamely, barely managing to tear his gaze away from you to glower at shoyo. "i ought to put you on cleaning duty tonight."
the threat fell on deaf ears, shoyo's large grin unfaltering as he wraps an arm around your midsection in a tight hug. "captain! sorry, sorry," he apologizes, though the wide grin on his face told daichi he wasn't serious. "my cousin texted me that they were here, so i had to say hi!"
at his words, you finally snap out of your stupor, offering daichi a small smile. "i didn't realize he had practice. i wouldn't have called him out if i knew."
daichi presses his lips together, feeling his ears warm at your kind tone. "it's okay," he says softly. "i'll let him off for now. it's nice to meet youâi'm sawamura daichi."
when you introduce yourself, he finds himself repeating your name in his head.
"oi," he clears his throat, turning to shoyo with a deadpan expression. "c'mon. we're late enough already." daichi turns to bow his head at you politely, quickly turning around before you can see the warmth in his cheeks.
your sweet voice calls out a goodbye, and daichi decides then and there that he wants to get to know you better.
"hey, heyâwhy are you so red?"
"you're gonna shut up now if you want to go home early tonight."
koshi didn't realize you were shoyo's cousin until after he got to know you a little
he couldn't help itâwhen he saw you he just thought you were super cute lmao
he fumbles a bit in front of you
he really really tries to be a cool, calm, and collected person but sometimes he embarrasses himself by saying odd things or staring at you a little too long
when he does figure out you're related to his underclassman, he takes the opportunity to get to know you better
and when he finds out you're in his homeroom? even better
the type to arrange study session together with you every weekend just to spend time with you
he actually invites you to watch their practices and games before shoyo does LOL
the whole team knows about his feelings and he doesn't even care, constantly throwing an arm over you shoulder and hanging around you during downtimes
wants to impress you, so he gives it his all (and then some) whenever you're there
his sets get more accurate and he even blocks more hits than he would've before
he really wants you to think he's cool
but if you compliment him, he's exploding on the spot
suguwara koshi! had no idea you were shoyo's cousin when he met you. you looked nothing alike and your personalities were completely different. despite you being a complete stranger, the lost look on your face amused him.
you met koshi when shoyo accidentally stranded you at the train station. you were supposed to take the same train to his house, but he didn't notice you weren't right behind him when he stepped into the train car. the last you saw of the tangerine-haired boy was the back of his head as the doors closed on you.
you were standing there in a panic, though no one stopped to check if you were okay. shoyo had you hold his schoolbag while he dragged your suitcase along, and when you tried calling his cellphone you heard it buzz in the bag that hung on your shoulder. for the life of you, you couldn't remember which stop to get off or which streets to take to get to his house.
"are you lost?" a gentle voice asks you, pulling you from your anxious thoughts.
your eyes meet and koshi can't help but think you're cute as hell. you look doe-eyed in your panic, rounded eyes and parted lips. when you don't answer right away, koshi's cool demeanor switches and he stumbles into an embarrassed frenzy. "wait, can you even understand japanese?"
thankfully, you do, having learned it from shoyo at a younger age. you blink away the remnants of your panic with a few hasty nods. "yes, sorry. my cousin accidentally left me here, and i don't really know how to get to his house..."
koshi calms down at your insistence, chuckling to himself. "do you know the address?"
you wince, "no."
"alright," he says in a way that he hopes is soothing for you. "i can keep you company while you wait for him to return, then. it'd probably be nicer than just standing here by yourself."
when you agree, he hides his smile. he asks you several icebreakers, such as your name and your favourite colour. with every passing second, he only thinks you're even cuter than when he first saw you.
eventually, shoyo does come back, panting and heaving as he runs up the stairs to the station platform. his bright eyes widen when he sees you together with koshi. "oh, sugawara? you've met my cousin?"
koshi meets your eyes with a grin. "i guess we'll be seeing each other more often."
honestly asahi doesn't even acknowledge you when you first meet
he doesn't find out you're shoyo's cousin for weeks, so you're really just another classmate to him
you don't even talk to each other until like a month or so after you transferred
and even then, your conversations are short
he's polite to you when you work together, but he doesn't really try to become friends with you
don't get him wrong! he thinks you're nice and pretty, but he is too damn shy to initiate anything with you
you kinda think he hates you at first, but after you realize that he's just not an outgoing person you relax around him
when he does find out you're related to shoyo, you end up seeing each other more often out of class
you show up to more practices, even if you're just sitting on the benches doing homework
shoyo even drags you along whenever the team meets up outside of school to hang out
as a result, you and asahi eventually grow closer and he opens up more bit by bit
he doesn't actually start crushing on you until graduation nears
he realizes it when he hears you cheering his name at one of their bigger games
he thinks his name sounds prettier coming from you
he doesn't initiate any skinship with you, but he's always asking about your day and checking on you in his own ways
will absolutely combust if you even so much as brush pinkies as you're walking together
azumane asahi! first met you in class. like koshi, he doesn't know you're related to shoyo initially. when the teacher introduces you, making you write your name on the board, you don't have the same last name as shoyo. he doesn't really pay much attention to you, minding his own business as he takes out his notebook and pens.
several weeks pass and your homeroom teacher announces that you'll be partnering up for a group presentation. your first real conversation with him goes as expectedâyou exchange contact information and go your separate ways when the bell rings.
he thinks you're attractive, but he's too shy to actually act on those thoughts and he just pushes through the project, interacting with you as little as possible.
it's only when shoyo forgets his volleyball uniform at your house that asahi figures out you're related.
he sees you first, standing in the gym entrance while you wait to be invited in. you look hesitant as your eyes cast over the several members of the volleyball club, your gaze landing on asahi. when recognition flickers behind your eyes, he thinks you're there for him.
he opens his mouth to greet you, but before he can even utter a word, an orange blur runs past him. you're almost knocked on your ass as shoyo tackles you, excitedly calling out your name. "what're you doing here?" he asks you, tilting his head as he releases you from his death grip. "you never come to practice."
"you left your uniform at mine," you explain quietly, pulling the clothing out of your bag.
there's a moment of silence, before all hell breaks loose. the others scream and yell at shoyo, yuu and ryuunosuke shaking him by the shoulders as they demand why they weren't informed about his girlfriend.
even asahi's jaw drops at the thought of you, his classmate and group partner, dating shoyo, of all people.
"we aren't dating!" you exclaim, shaking your hands in front of you adamantly as disgust paints over your facial features. "we're cousins."
as the club eventually quiets down, you meet asahi's gaze over the commotion. when you offer him a bashful smile, he can't help but return it.
as expected, yuu is also whipped for you the second you meet
he swears on his life that he has never met someone as perfect as youânot even kiyoko (which says a lot)
at first, his attraction to you is entirely physical and he doesn't hide it
he compliments you every time he sees you he even compliments your outfits even if you're just wearing the karasuno uniform
he practically begs shoyo to bring you to practice just so he has an excuse to ogle at you and profess his 'undying love'
you'd probably make good friends with kiyoko, bonding over the second years' unabashed feelings and loud professions of love lol
though he's completely smitten with your looks, yuu doesn't learn a thing about you until like two months after your transfer
he realizes it when koshi asks if he knows anything about you and no, the fact that you're pretty doesn't count as something
during a late night run to the nearest convenience store, he runs into you
you're dressed casually, and he realizes it's actually the first time he's seen you outside of uniform
he thinks you're very cute in your bunny pajamas
he approaches you with koshi's words in mind, and asks if you want to hang out for a bit
your hang outs become a common thing, and eventually it's your weekend tradition to meet at the convenient store after sundown
after really getting to know you, he realizes that he likes more than just your appearance
shockingly, once he figures out his feelings for you, he tones down a lot
he would stop confessing his love for you every moment he could, but he gets casually affectionate with you
he'd always stand close enough for your shoulders to touch and would absentmindedly guide you places by taking your hand
he's never had a real crush on anyone before, so he's feeling it out with you
nishinoya yuu! has hearts in his eyes the moment he meets you. shoyo brought you to practice one day, excited to introduce his favourite cousin to his teammates. he had all but dragged you to the gym by the wrist, ignoring your insistent utterings that you can walk on your own.
"this is my cousin!" shoyo announces the second he bursts through the doors in true hinata shoyo fashion. you were the last ones to show up, so the entire team was there to witness you getting dragged in by shoyo. "they transferred here from overseas."
yuu feels the world stop once he glances over at you after receiving a particularly harsh spike from tobio, freezing into his squatted position. his world becomes a romcom movieâhe swears someone must be blowing a fan in your direction with the way your hair sways as you walk into the gym. he might even be seeing the air sparkle in your presence.
he's absolutely starstruck with you, and he makes no effort to hide it as he bounds over to you. he takes your hands in his, looking at you with wide eyes as he takes you in. he can hear someone groaning, maybe daichi, as they mutter something along the lines of "he's at it again."
"i'm nishinoya yuu," he introduces himself. "you're really cute!"
your mouth opens, but no words come out as you simply stare at yuu in surprise. shoyo had given you a brief rundown of his group members, and you realize that this might be why he warned you about the libero in particular.
even when daichi smacks the back of his head, apologizing to you quietly, yuu remains in his lovestruck gaze.
you stay to watch their practice, at both shoyo and yuu's insistence, and yuu makes a point to be even more extravagant than usual. you can't help but laugh at his boisterous rolling receives and the way he calls out ridiculous move names.
oh ryuu. typical ryuu.
the first words he ever speaks to you end up with him getting slapped
like yuu, he thinks you've been blessed by the gods with your looks and he makes it clear to you when you meet
he asks you to go out with him, only to blatantly check you out right after, which earned him a smack to the face
eventually, he does apologize for his behaviour, though you don't accept it right away
when you tell him that you hate guys who treat others like eye candy, he's sure to tone it down for you
of course, a man can't change overnight
he still flirts with you, and with other womenâhe can't help it ;( him n yuu are menaces
however, when he's not being an absolute pest, he gets to know you
he learns about your interests and hobbies, and finds himself indulging you in them (who would've thought he'd end up enjoying the art of bracelet making?)
when you become close friends, you become his person
he goes to you whenever he wants to talk about something, and he lends an ear whenever you need to vent
he asks you about your home country often, wanting to know more about your life before you came to japan
he'd even go out of his way to do things for you that remind you of home whenever you start feeling homesick :)
it's not until well after graduation when he realizes that he might actually like you
tanaka ryuunosuke! was mid confession when you met. shoyo had brought you to one of their games, and just as ryuunosuke was getting on his knees to ask kiyoko to marry him, his eyes fall on you.
it's almost astounding how quickly the second year moved from the glasses-wearing beauty to you, appearing in front of you in an instant. before shoyo can even introduce you, he stares you down with a steeled expression, his eyes narrowing.
"you're the prettiest person i've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on," he claims in his most serious tone. he takes your hands in his as he presses his lips to your knuckles. "please go out with me."
there's a collective sigh as the team turns away at his antics. you, on the other hand, feel your head pound in irritation. "excuse me?"
ryuunosuke doesn't hear the vexation in your tone, or chooses to ignore it, as his eyes trail over your features. even when you're staring at him in an angry disbelief, he thinks you're incredibly pretty. however, as his eyes drop lower and lower, his mind enters a less-than-appropriate headspace.
the feeling of your hand connecting with his cheek rips him out of his lewd daydreams. you didn't slap him hard, but the sound echoed over the loud chatter of the audience members anyway. "you pervert," you utter, gritting your teeth as you turn on your heel. you barely tell shoyo good luck as you all but stomp off to the bleachers.
ryuunosuke stares at your back, holding his reddening cheek in mild awe. yuu nudges his side. "don't tell me you're into that, man."
he at least has the grace to blush.
to be honest, you and tobio do not get along until much later
it's not because you're related to shoyo it is
he just genuinely has no idea how to talk to you lmao
you meet him on the first day of school with shoyo
the realization that he may be teammates with the very guy he had practically berated in middle school took priority over greeting you tbh
it's only after their initial fight when he realizes that you, a complete stranger, saw him yell at shoyo as harshly as he did (even if shoyo didn't have many nice things to say either)
he's kinda embarrassed abt it tbh
like?? you had to see him like that?? he's mortified
so when he joins the volleyball club and you're a manager, he avoids you like the plague
when he talks to you, he accidentally comes across as if he hates your guts (he doesn't, he just cannot properly converse with people to save his life)
your relationship is extremely terse for months, since you get pissed off at his behaviour and he doesn't know how to act normally around you
he doesn't warm up to you until one of their games later in the season, where the morale is low and the team is hanging their heads
you give them an uplifting speech, telling the team that they're stronger than they think
it's the first time tobio looks at you in a pleasant light, and he merely puts a hand on your shoulder to say thanks as he makes his way back to the court
slowburn as fuck tbh he might not even realize he likes you until you're about to graduate (cut him some slack he's only a lil slow)
kageyama tobio! barely acknowledges your existence when you meet. you had moved to japan before their first year at karasuno began, so you showed up with shoyo to the first day.
of course, tobio recognized shoyo immediately from their encounter in middle school. shoyo had dragged you to the gym to go with him to sign up for the volleyball club, insistent that you try to apply to be a manager or something. tobio was there, about to spike a volleyball.
the second shoyo and tobio lock eyes on each other, they're at it like cats and dogs, and you're left standing there in confusion. seeing shoyo as angry as he was is shocking to you and you wonder what the hell this other guy must've done to rile up your sunshine cousin so much.
tobio doesn't even look at you as he argues with shoyo, not meeting your eyes until after the fight has 'calmed' down. he stares at you quietly for a moment before averting his gaze, grumbling something under his breath as he leaves to retrieve the volleyball shoyo made him drop.
he doesn't say anything to you as you talk quietly with daichi about becoming a manager. he vaguely overhears shoyo introducing you as his cousin, but he's too annoyed to listen.
later on, when him and shoyo are finally accepted into the club, and you're brought on as a manager-in-training, tobio still ignores you.
you don't have your first conversation until a week later, when you corner him after practice. "what is your problem?" you demand, your hands propped on your hips. "i know you don't like sho, but you haven't said a single word to me since you joined the club."
tobio flushes in embarrassment as he stares at you. he doesn't mean to, but his eyes narrow into what could be perceived as a harsh glare. "i don't have anything to say," he says truthfully, his voice coming out colder than necessary.
when he rushes off to hide his growing fluster, you're left standing there confused.
you and kei barely interacted at first tbh
he had never seen you before and it was the weekend when you met so he had no reason to assume you'd ever talk again really
even after finding out you were related to shoyo, he didn't bat an eye
after all, he's not exactly going over to the orange-haired boy's house for sleepovers lolol
but to his surprise, you're in his classroom the next monday morning as a foreign exchange student
your classmates rush to you, overwhelming you with numerous questions about your hometown, and it's clear to kei that you're flustered
you meet his gaze over the crowd of people, and for a moment you're shocked to see him
however, before either of you can do anything, you get bombarded with even more questions
to your surprise and his, kei scoffs as he approaches your crowded desk
"can't you see you're bothering them?"
the gaggle of students dissipates with embarrassed apologies, leaving you and kei alone
your relationship with him from then on is odd
there's an unspoken agreement that you both don't like being bothered by other people, and you lowkey bond over it
he would never admit you're friends, but he comes to your rescue often
if you can't understand a phrase or if you don't know the answer to a question in class, he'll quietly help you out (but don't bother asking about it, 'cus he'll deny it vehemently)
when you start hanging out during practices, he ruffles your hair and rests his arm on your head regardless of your height
making fun of you is his love language (not that he'd ever admit he has feelings)
tsukishima kei! meets you when you're babysitting natsu. the team had been out getting ice cream (as per koshi's insistenceâfor team building), leaving kei in a sour mood because he would rather be anywhere than here.
"shoyo! sho!"
the whole team looks over, seeing a little girl who is the spitting image of their short middle blocker running toward them. kei's expression drops even more, because there's two of them?
shoyo almost drops his ice cream cone with the way the little girl jumps on him. "what are you doing here?" shoyo asks, scrambling to catch his sweet treat. "where'sâ"
before he can finish his sentence, another figure comes running at them, out of breath. "natsu!" you scold airily as you make your way up to the team, hunching over and resting your hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath. "jesus, don't just run off like that!"
you look up at shoyo from your hunched position, letting kei get a good look at your face. you're flushed, sweat beading on your brow bone and lips are parted as you breathe harshly through them. it's clear to the blond that you've been running around for some time now, something that makes him snort into his strawberry ice cream cup.
"sorry, sho," you wince, practically dragging the little girl, natsu, to your side. "she ran off while i was paying for her snacks. she probably saw you through the window." you vaguely gesture to a nearby convenience store, holding up a bag of candy.
you talk with shoyo for another moment, before turning to the rest of the team. your eyes briefly meet kei's and he arches a brow at you. you apologize for interrupting them, but daichi insists that you're fine and that you and natsu can hang around since you're there anyway.
as a result, you and kei end up standing near each other as the group converses. kei had been hanging a little bit away from the others, minus tadashi of course. you end up near him by coincidenceâyou don't know the others, and the three of you end up quietly sitting in acknowledgement that you didn't want to talk.
my darling baby tadashi is a mess when you meet <3
he was practicing his volleyball skills when he accidentally whams you in the face
he'd feel guilty about it for a while (even if you insist you're fine) and would use it as an excuse to buy you drinks from the vending machines lol
"this is the fourth drink you've bought me this week??"
"i have to make up for hitting you somehow :((("
becoming friends with tadashi is surprisingly easy, given how shy he can be
it becomes a habit to meet you by the vending machines before practice
the time in the halls between classes and volleyball are spent getting to know you
he asks a lot of questions about what it's like in your hometown and the differences in your culture
i don't think he'd start liking you until after you also get close with kei though lol good luck
the first time he sees you joking around with the tall blond, he thinks his heart is about to beat out of his chest
you must be an angel, he decides as he watches you get along with kei
the three of you form a trio and you end up spending more time with them than shoyo LOL
kei absolutely knows about tadashi's feelings and takes every opportunity to tease him about it whilst you're blissfully unaware
he's so so smitten around you after he realizes he likes you
the type to look at you like you hung the stars in the sky yourself and to becoming maddeningly red whenever you so much as make eye contact with him
yamaguchi tadashi! hits you in the head the first time he meets you. he was in the gym alone, practicing his float serve. you pushed through the heavy metal doors just in time to get slammed in the face with a ball gone awry.
he feels his heart drop to his toes as he quickly rushes over to you, asking if you're alright and if you need to see the nurse. his panic only worsens when he realizes you're bleeding from your nose.
although the hit shocked you, you're left watching in amusement as tadashi scrambles to find something to stop your nosebleed with. when he eventually returns to you, having ran from the boys washroom to grab a wad of papertowel, he apologizes again softly.
"are you okay now...?" he asks when your nosebleed finally stops. he looks almost like a kicked puppy, his hair falling limply into his eyes.
even after you reassure him that you're fine, tadashi still wears his guilt like a crown. he offers to buy you something from the vending machines, and does so despite your insistence that he doesn't need to.
"you can accept it for my sake," he says sheepishly as he offers you the cold can. the two of you converse quietly, with you introducing yourself as a new foreign exchange student.
"oh!" he suddenly lets out, looking over at you. "did you need something in the gym?"
"i was looking for my cousin," you sigh. "he said he was in the volleyball club and i haven't been able to find him at all today."
he's shocked when he finds out that you're shoyo's cousinâthe boy had talked about you earlier in the week when he found out you were transferring to karasuno. as you talk, tadashi thinks to himself that shoyo never mentioned how cute you were.
your first meeting with keishin is awkward
ltrly knocks you off your feet when he runs into you
he's kind of brash when he meets you, not caring if you think of him badly because of it
you don't have much of a relationship at firstâyour work pulls you to the classrooms after all, so he doesn't really see you around often
the next time he sees you, you're stomping into the gymnasium mid practice with an irked expression
he's about to tell you off for interrupting practice, but he quiets when he sees you make your way to your younger cousin
he only watches in amusement when you tell him off for his horrid grades
when shoyo turns to keishin for help, he only shrugs with a lazy grin on his face
"sorry, little man, you heard 'em. no volleyball games until you raise your grades"
to shoyo's chagrin, you and keishin make a terrifying pair for him (and the other three idiots lolol)
you only really start hanging out with him when you end up making a late night run at his convenience store
it's the first time he sees you in casual clothing and the case of beer in your hands makes him laugh
"you wanna share that?"
he becomes your drinking buddy every other weekend, and he grows to cherish the time you spend chugging back cans of beer with him
keeps his feelings on the downlow, but as time goes on even the boys realize that their coach has a soft spot for you
ukai keishin! bodies you the first time you meet. the man doesn't realize his own strength until he literally knocks you flat on his ass after he turns a corner and bumps into you. his eyes go wide when the books and papers in your hands go flying, falling around you in a frenzy.
"shit," he curses under his breath, bending down to pick up your things. "sorry 'bout that." his voice is gruff as he speaks, collecting your papers without much care. when he returns them to you, some of them are scuffed and crumpled.
as he's handing you your things, he finally gets a good look at you. you're dressed more formally than he is by a mile. he holds a hand out to help you to your feet, his brown eyes falling to the lanyard around your neck.
"you new here?" he asks, jutting his chin out to gesture to your nametag. student teacher is typed above your name and picture.
you nod deftly, brushing off any dirt from your dress pants. "i started today. and you are?" your eyes meet his, and he knows you're silently scrutinizing him. he's much too old to be a student, you deduce easily, but he's dressed far more casually than any other other teachers.
when your eyes drift up to his bleached hair, he snorts. "i'm the coach for the volleyball club," he grumbles. "i don't need to be wearing fancy shit like you."
he sees your eyes light up in recognition as he analyzes your face with crossed arms. "the volleyball club? you must know my cousin then. hinata shoyo?"
keishin deadpans at you. "you're the runt's cousin?"
ŠAVATARCHIC please do not plagiarize, repost, translate, or copy any of my works.
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The Wristwatch
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You had not known you were Nanami Kento's girl, until the Wristwatch Incident.
In truth, your affection had been brewing so slowly, you had not known if you were imagining it.
You had not realised you were in love with Kento, until he leaned in close, and you smelled the smoky, wood-rich warmth of him. Until you found yourself nursing stomach-dropping disappointment, if your phone pinged and it wasn't him. Until you woke up in cold sweats, the memory of the dream of his skin on yours so vivid that your heartbeat throbbed between your legs.
You couldn't accept it. It couldn't be love, when he did not love you back. And yet...that intoxicating dance continued, while your head dipped in denial...blinkered.
The extra coffee that would be slid over the desk to you, by a strong, gentle hand. The late night phonecalls, decompressing from the stress of your missions. The occasional dinner in each others' company, because, well...we both need to eat? Why not eat together?
You were afraid to label it; afraid to lose the soft skirting intimacy that you had. Nanami Kento was a hard man to gauge; alternately sincere and distant, warm and cool, closely familiar and objectively analytical. He kept you at arms' length; close enough to brush fingertips, but far enough that you could run...if you wanted. And you never did.
You had gone shopping, together, one balmy spring afternoon. You both needed new clothes...so why not together? It makes sense, really. Nothing else in it, I'm sure. Just friends. He doesn't feel that way about me, anyway.
He had insisted upon Ginza Shopping Mall. You balked at the exquisitely-expensive-upmarketness of it, but you could never deny him, for fear of losing this time together. You had perused for new earrings, your belly clenching at the many zeroes on every pricetag. He had ambled over to another counter, just browsing, and there for quite some time.
"See anything you like?" That deep-roast voice broke you out of your reverie. You looked up, into twinkling hazel eyes, and blushed. Yes, you. One of you, Kento, please and thank you.
"No," you scoffed, turning your back on the jewellery, and walking towards the shop door, "too cheap for me. I couldn't possibly be seen wearing them."
Kento laughed, slipping a box into his pocket, and walking just close enough to send your brain into a spiral. You barely functioned through lunch. Kento remained, as ever, a gentleman.
As he drove you to your door, and you bid him a flustered goodnight, you felt that same big, warm hand on your arm, holding you back to him.
"Wait," Kento insisted, "I have...something. For you. Open it when you're home." He pressed a smooth, embossed box into your hands. You could not see what it was, under the glossy paper sleeve. You opened your mouth to chastise Kento, and he interrupted smoothly.
"It's your birthday soon. Consider it an early gift. You couldn't possibly refuse...?" One raised, fine eyebrow. That cool, impassive gaze. You pouted. Sneaky old goat.
"Alright. You win this time, Kento...but I'll get you back," you had promised. He had simply smiled indulgently, stepped out to open your door, and watched you until you were inside.
With trembling hands, you slid the smooth paper cover off the box, and your stomach somersaulted.
Tag Heuer.
"No...Kento-- you didn't," you hushed to yourself, rushing to open the box.
You fumbled an exquisite silver, blue-faced women's watch out of the box. It seemed, somehow, familiar. You couldn't possibly. You knew the pricetag on these. Even the packaging was too expensive for you.
With one hand over your mouth and a pounding little heart, you sent Kento a text with shaky hands;
Nanami Kento. Absolutely not. Take it back.
A few anxious minutes, pacing, looking at the watch resting on the table and gasping each time. Three small dot dot dots...dot dot dots...and a response.
Sorry. Lost the receipt. It will look good on you.
Squeaking and grinning to yourself, you tried the watch on. You took it off. You paced. You tried it on again. You fell back onto your bed, legs kicking, and hands over your face.
Every further refusal you send to Kento, was flatly ignored. He left you on read all night.
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The next day, at work, you couldn't help but notice the looks you were receiving. They weren't bad looks, certainly, more...surprise? Happy acceptance? Knowing smiles? Each person the same; glancing to your watch, eyebrows raising, and searching your face with a grin. You didn't understand it.
Over lunch, Shoko reached over to you, a coffee in her other hand, and tapped the new watch on your wrist.
"Couples' watches now, hmm?" She smirked. You frowned, questioning. Shoko scoffed at you, as if you were playing coy, when you didn't even know the rules of the game. Shoko's smile didn't falter once.
You confronted Kento later that afternoon, dragging him into a dusty narrow corridor, and holding the watch up to him with fighting eyes.
Kento's heart burst with pride, biting his lip with a sly smile, and taking your wristwatched hand in his own. He tipped your arm back and forth, admiring the watch on your wrist from all angles, with a lovesick sigh. You suddenly recalled, with flushed cheeks, where you had seen such a similar wristwatch before.
Kento watched your mental gymnastics with a slowly growing smile. You almost caught on fire as he raised your hand to his lips, pressing an adoring kiss to the back of your knuckles.
"Wondered how long you'd take to notice," Kento rumbled, eyed closed and nuzzling his nose against your fingers, "that you're my girl. And always have been."
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hello might i ask for sassy badass reckless reader who is the #1 leading cause of aaron's gray hairs pls đ¤đť he is SO exasperated with her like he is TIRED⢠but also tweaking bcs he's horrendously down bad for her he's gna throw up
Good morning. I hope you slept well, honey. Can you come to work early, say 6.10AM? Iâd like to see you and talk about something in person.Â
You squint at the text thatâs just come through. Another follows as youâre finishing, lighting the dark of your room.
I love you. Sorry, I know you donât like when I forget to tell you in the mornings.Â
Your own response is sent without propriety. I love you too handsome. 6.10 is not gonna work.
Can you make an effort for me? he asks.Â
You do your very best.Â
âItâs almost seven,â Hotch says when you finally get there that morning, his frown audible and plain to see.Â
You hold up the bag of sugar donuts youâd purchased from the truck on the square just outside of Quanticoâs endless parking lots. âNecessary delay.âÂ
âUnnecessary. I asked you nicely to come early and youâre barely on time,â he grumbles.Â
How adorable. You put the bag of donuts on the desk and ignore the paperwork laid out waiting for you in favour of his side of the desk. He smells like cedar, his suit sleeve starched under your hand. You lean back against the lip of his desk and pretend you hadnât been thinking about climbing into his lap âheâs formidable and lovely and thatâs the best combination for lounging about atop someone, especially when that someone is very good at pressing you backwards, and better at kissing your neck.Â
He knows what youâre thinking. âYouâve woken up in a mood,â he murmurs.Â
âA good one,â you promise.Â
You take his coffee and steal a sip. Hotch, resigned, lays a hand on your thigh. âI have important things to talk about, you know? I thought I made that clear this morning.âÂ
âYou made a couple of things clear.âÂ
âDonât say it like that.âÂ
âLike what?âÂ
âLike IâŚâ He tilts his head to the side. âLike Iâve been sending you dirty texts or photos.âÂ
âIs that an option? I donât think Iâve subscribed to those emails.âÂ
âYou make me out to be this salacious larkââ
âAaron, I donât do anything of the sort.â You can hardly hold back a laugh. âIâm sorry I implied you were sexting me, okay? I wish you had been.â He sighs a long-suffering sigh as you carry on. âBut you were very formal. Iâll be sure to tell HR the same thing.âÂ
His hand slips between your thighs. Nowhere it shouldnât be, just trapped between soft flesh. âDonât tell HR anything.âÂ
His coffee is lukewarm and unsweetened on your tongue. Would it kill your uptight love to add just a dash of cream and sugar? Wrinkling your nose, you set aside the mug and press your mildly heated hand to his cheek. Just quickly, brushing a thumb up to the skin below his eye before you let it fall. âTell me what you wanted me to come in early for. And, for the record, Iâm sorry for not trying to get here before, just I didnât sleep well, and my neck hurt too much to rush.âÂ
He looks like he wants to ignore your apology. He doesnât ask you for much, and showing up when heâd wanted you to wouldâve been the kinder thing to do âhe can be annoyed as both boss or boyfriend.Â
But he doesnât have it in him.Â
âWhy didnât you sleep?â he asks softly.Â
âThinking too much about my nice boyfriend.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
You slouch a little. Cover his hand where it rests between your legs. âI donât know. It was really hot, and my mattress is getting old, probably.âÂ
He ushers you down for a sympathetic kiss. Heâs always so sorry to hear about your minor ailments, he must like you too much.Â
You attempt to crawl into his lap, curling an arm behind his head. He, disgruntled and yet far from reluctant, lets you take a seat.Â
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insatiable | spencer reid x reader
Spencer learns how amazing sex is with you, but gets caught up with work. You show your boyfriend how good it can feel even if youâre not together physically, and he shows you how much he misses you when he gets back.
part 1 - addicted to you | part 2
wc: 4.6k, rating: 18+/explicit
tags/warnings: established relationship, phone sex/video sex, mutual masturbation, public (bathroom) sex, brief mentions of typical BAU stuff (not in detail), meeting the family (literally reader meets the BAU), brief mentions of alcohol, making out, vaginal sex, getting caught (not in the act but afterward lmao)
a/n: this is what an insane person does when they're sick for two days and have nothing better to do over the summer. this is a second part to addicted to you (you don't have to read the first part but it does provide some context for some details within the fic), with inspiration taken from a lovely comment I got on ao3 that made me feel kinda crazy. i included some textfic elements in this fic as well which i hope reads well (bold text is spencer)! also I know early seasons spencer technically sets this around 2005-2007 but they have smartphones and video calling (aka present day) so please suspend your disbelief for the length of this fic lmao (p.s this fic is also on ao3!)
Your boyfriend gets whisked away for work sooner than you expect. Spencerâs supposed to have time off the rest of this week, but you suppose killers arenât exactly respectful of an FBI agentâs time off of work. Itâs downright cruel when heâs called in to work on a Friday evening, when you have dinner and wine set at the table, having gotten ready to spend a quiet, romantic evening in with Spencer.Â
âIâm so sorry,â he says, rushing to change out of his sweatshirt and joggers into his typical work attire. You stand in the doorway of his room, mildly amused while Spencer panics to put an outfit together. âI know you had a whole evening in planned, butââ
âDonât be, baby,â you assure him. âYou have a killer to catch. Oh, that oneâ the blue cardigan looks good with those pants. It matches your socks.â
Spencer smiles as he looks up at you, reaching for the navy blue cardigan to his left. He tugs it on rather hurriedly, comes up to you and presses a kiss to your forehead. âYouâre the best. Iâll make it up to you, I promise.â
You shake your head. âJust find the bastard quick and come home to me.â
âI know. I will,â Spencer says.
After the both of you found out just how much Spencer liked fucking you, you were really hoping that your weekend together could be spent in his bed, but duty calls. Technically, JJ had called him in, but youâre not concerned about specifics right now. Â
You spend the evening alone in Spencerâs apartment, half of the wine finished and his TV playing reruns of some show you havenât been paying attention to. Your eyelids feel heavy, and Spencerâs bed is so comfortable you canât bring yourself to leave it. That is, until your phone buzzes on Spencerâs nightstand, and youâre suddenly very alert.
I miss you, darling. > hey, iâm surprised you have the down time to text. i miss you too Iâm really sorry I had to leave so suddenly. Weâre on the jet right now. > i told you itâs okay! iâm surprised the jet has wifi lol Taxpayer money, I guess? We land in LA in a couple of hours and weâre heading straight to the PD to work on the case. > my poor boyfriend is working so hard instead of cuddling me in bed :( How you tempt me, lovely. Iâll be back as soon as I can. Are you going to sleep soon? Itâs late. > yeah iâm staying at yours for the night and maybe until you get back? really miss you already Okay, thatâs good. I know. Iâll call when Iâm in the hotel and settled for the day? :-( > yes please. also stop sending emojis with noses they arenât supposed to look like that!!! They arenât anatomically correct without them. The way you send them > babe theyâre emojis itâs ok if theyâre not anatomically correct Hahaha I love you. > lol i love you too! Goodnight, love. > goodnight spence <3 <3
You can imagine, especially from the way Spencer recounts it, how his coworker Derek must be teasing him about smiling at his phone, about how pretty boyâs lucky lady must be one hell of a woman to get Spencer so smitten.Â
You would say youâre rather independent, especially in relationships, but Spencer has you acting like a clingy girlfriend. You canât help but feel an ache in your chest as you long for him while heâs away, feeling like a military wife whose husband is out instead of being normal. To be fair, being with Spencer has never been ânormalâ â he always has something interesting up his sleeve, or some quirk that makes you even more enamoured with him.Â
Your Saturday is relatively uneventful, milling about Spencerâs apartment. You laze around in bed for way too long, enough where Spencer wouldâve definitely hauled you out of bed himself an hour ago if he were here. You make yourself breakfast, unsurprised that Spencer only has cereal in his pantry and almond milk in his fridge. You sit down with one of his very sophisticated literature books but you donât get very far with it, and opt to clean Spencerâs apartment instead.Â
Itâs when youâre sweeping the floor that you realise just how much you like Spencer, feeling so strongly attached to him already. Youâve said your âI love youâs, given him his firsts. You were staying in his apartment even while he was awayâ hell, youâre even cleaning his apartment for him.Â
Just for a moment, you let yourself fantasise about this being your apartment â yours and Spencerâs; about waking up to him every morning, about making breakfast for the both of you that isnât cereal and almond milk, about coming home to each other instead of an empty apartment.Â
You sigh and get back to cleaning.
Youâre settled into his bed, surrounded by the comforting scent of him when Spencer finally does call. You almost drop your phone in your excitement to pick up.Â
âHey! Hi, Spence,â you say, unable to help the smile thatâs forming on your face.Â
âHello, love,â Spencer answers. He sounds a little tired. You can imagine the little furrow in his brow, obviously exhausted and dissatisfied from a full dayâs work of catching some bastard in LA, and you wish you could be there to kiss his frown away. âI miss you.â
âI miss you too, Spencer. Long day?â
âAbsolutely,â Spencer sighs tiredly. âThis UnSub is so slippery. No convictions, no paper trail, nothing, and heâs killing every otherââ Spencer starts to ramble but he catches himself. âSorry. I wonât talk about work right now. Itâs pretty grim.â
âItâs okay,â you hum. âDo you want to talk about work right now?â
Spencer makes a little noise. âNo, no. I donât want to bring that to you. Letâs talk about you. How are you, honey?â
Honey. The name makes your insides feel all gooey, soft and warm and lovely. âIâm- Iâm okay. I stayed at your place, cleaned up around here. Iâm thankful itâs not as much of a man cave as I thought.â
Spencer laughs through the phone, a breathy chuckle. âThank you for cleaning up for me, love. Itâs just a lot of nerdy stuff, huh?â
âYeah. Itâs endearing. I tried to read one of your books earlier and could barely get past the first ten pages.â You tell him, garnering another chuckle from Spencer. âI like your place a lot.â
âI miss you,â Spencer says again. âWaking up to you and having you around is so much nicer than this dingy hotel room Iâm in.â
âAw. Taxpayer money couldnât upgrade you to a better room?âÂ
Spencer snorts. âNo, but I lucked out on getting the room all to myself.â
Thereâs a pause as you figure out what to say, and Spencer is quick to follow up, âI didnât meanââ
âDoes this have something to do with you missing me, baby?â You canât help but grin. Spencer makes a distressed little noise over the line.
âWell, Iâ Maybe, but we donât have toââ Spencer stammers, unable to find the words. Heâs absolutely adorable.Â
âI want to, Spence,â you coo. âI miss you so much.â
You hear Spencer exhale shakily. âWhatâ What do I do?â
âA genius like you hasnât forgotten how to touch himself, has he?â you tease, Spencer whining on the other end at your words. âDoes that eidetic memory of yours come with an overactive imagination too?â
âSurprisingly, no. Hyperphantasia is more of being able to visualise different types of situations in oneâs mind, and thatâs what usually is associated with an overactive imagination. Having an eidetic memory is more about high-precision recall after seeing something even just once. I think having an eidetic memory pretty much ensures you donât have aphantasia, or the inability to see and create mental images, but yeah.â
Ah, even his nerdy ramblings turn you on.Â
âSo does that mean you can recall the way I looked in bed a few nights ago?â you prod, and you wish you could see how red Spencer must be by now.
âWell, yes. Of course I can. How could I ever forget how beautiful you looked then?â Spencerâs words are sweet, earnest, and you melt.Â
âThen picture that,â you barely get the words out because youâre so smitten. âImagine Iâm right there with you, Spencer.â
You hear the rustling of the sheets, and Spencerâs little telltale whine as he wraps his hand around himself. âO-Ohââ
âI miss you, Spence,â you drawl. âMiss the way your cock fits inside me. You miss my tight cunt, baby?â
âYour mouth is filthy,â Spencer laughs breathily. âBut yeah, I do. You always feel so good around me.â
âYouâre touching yourself, yeah?â you ask. You get a little whine from him as an affirmative, but your imagination is running wild â you want to see him. âCan you show me?â
âYeah, I justâ Do you wanna switch it over to a video call? I canâtââ
You laugh at your boyfriendâs lack of technical prowess, tapping at your phone screen until the top half of his face comes up. âHey, Iâm just trying to find a good angleââ
âDonât just flip the camera and show me your dick, please. That would be so unsexy.â You say.
Spencer furrows his brows. âI was not planning on doing that, for the record.âÂ
You watch the phone move until Spencer comes into frame, the phone likely propped up at the foot of the bed and exposing all of Spencer to you. You might be drooling right now.
âThis is⌠a lot,â Spencer laughs nervously. âI feel so naked.â
âYouâre mostly clothed,â you quip.Â
âHa ha,â Spencer laughs dryly. âIâve just⌠Iâve never done this before.â
âPhone sex? Or calling your girlfriend so you can jerk off for her?âÂ
Spencer gives you a deadpan look. âBoth, honey.â
You grin. âIâm glad to be your first. Now, show me how you make yourself feel good, baby.â
Spencerâs cheeks are a gorgeous rosy red when he takes his cock into his hand again, his tip leaking as he strokes himself slowly. With his eyes fluttering shut, Spencerâs lips part as he indulges himself in his pleasure. Like this, you indulge yourself in admiring all of Spencer â the flush on his cheeks that runs down to his neck, his breathy panting as he touches himself to the thought of you.
âSpence,â you sigh. âYouâre so pretty.â
His eyes shutter open as he looks at you, somehow even redder than he already was. âYouâre the pretty one, darling. Are youâ Will you touch yourself for me?â
You hold back your moan as you nod. You were already in your underwear when you had slid into Spencerâs bed, but now all it takes is you sliding your fingers past the waistband to feel how wet you already are between your legs. âOh, Spence.â
âDo you feel good, love?â he hums, voice only a little bit strained from his immense pleasure.Â
The embarrassingly loud squelch that results when you sink your fingers into yourself is enough of an answer. Spencer grins, and youâre red in the face as you rock your hips down onto your own fingers. âShut up.â
âI didnât say anything, honey,â Spencer laughs. âBut I wish I could feel you right now.â
âI know, I miss the way you feel inside me,â you pant. âPlease, Spencerââ
âTake off your underwear,â Spencerâs voice is breathy as he pleads with you. âI want to see you.â
You prop your phone up so your angle matches Spencerâs, both of you on full display for each other. You watch the way Spencerâs eyes widen when you slide your panties off, the way his eyes are trained on your figure through the screen. He says, âYouâre so wetâŚâ
âAll for you, baby,â you sigh, leaning back as you slide two fingers back into yourself. You scissor them rather hastily, craving the hurried way Spencer fucks you. âItâs not the same without you here.â
âI know,â Spencer hums. âYou look so good like that. I wish I could make you feel good right now.â
You moan, pushing your fingers into yourself deeper, barely hitting where Spencer reaches easily. The squelch from between your legs is obscene. âYou do, baby. Youâre making me feel so good, just thinking about you.âÂ
In practically a whisper, Spencer admits, âI want to fuck you so bad right now.â
You let out a weak cry, impossibly turned on by your boyfriendâs filthy admission because you didnât even think he had it in him to say it so bluntly. You slide your fingers in and out hurriedly, your palm giving you the friction on your clit that you crave so desperately. âSpencerââ
Spencer lets out a strangled cry, muffled behind his hand, when he comes. Itâs sudden, Spencerâs load painting the soft skin of his stomach, his cock twitching. You moan as you follow suit, wetness drenching your hand as you ride out your own orgasm, imagining his cock inside of you.Â
âOh, fuck.â Spencer gasps, head thrown back as you watch his chest rise and fall as he breathes heavily. His forehead and neck are covered in a light sheen of sweat, and his cock out against the rest of his rather soft, innocent looking outfit is making you giggle just a little.
âYou look really hot right now,â you say instead, wishing you could be laying next to him while he recovers.
âI think I should be saying that about you,â Spencer laughs. âYouâre gorgeous. Youâre so stunning.â
âHow long are you going to be away?â You pout. âI like it when I can actually kiss you after you compliment me.â
Spencer smiles sympathetically. âIâll be back soon, my love.â
âIâll take phone sex with my boyfriend as a consolation, then.â You wink, making Spencer laugh.Â
âRemind me not to get too loud, though. I think Emily is in the room next to me and I really hope these walls are thick enough.â He says, sounding vaguely concerned.
You laugh, and stay on the line a little longer just to relish in a peaceful moment with Spencer.
The next day, when youâre out getting groceries to stock up Spencerâs fridge, you get a text from Spencer.
I donât know how much Emily heard last night, but sheâs been looking at me funny all morning. > lol oops? If we call again tonight, we might have to keep it down. > if? not when? :) I love you so much. > i know and i love you too :) and you should probably apologise to emily about last night Well, if weâre calling again tonight then maybe I should just give her one big apology when all of this is over. > good idea. now go catch your killer so we can go back to having sex irl Okay!
Unfortunately, Spencer gets too busy to call you again that night, the team working overtime to catch their UnSub, whose kills were escalating exponentially. You donât find yourself bothered by it, by Spencer disappearing for the night with nothing more than a message sent your way, instead relishing in the fact that itâll feel even more rewarding when he comes home.Â
Youâve never felt this way before, craving Spencer so desperately while heâs away at work. While youâve only been together a couple of months, you respect that Spencerâs work takes up a lot of his time. It doesnât mean you donât miss him, though, as much as you enjoy your alone time.
All of the teamâs hard work pays off, though, because theyâre storming into the UnSubâs lair by Monday afternoon, and Spencer texts you when youâre just clocking out of the office.
Great news! We caught the guy. Weâre packing up at the PD and coming home soon. > omg!!! thatâs so great The team wants to go out for celebratory drinks. > you should totally go ahead and celebrate with them spence! you guys worked your asses off on this case We did. But Iâm telling you because I want you to join us. I want you to meet the team too. > oh? i would love to but are you sure they want me there? Of course, sweet girl. Derek wants to know who has me smiling at my phone half the time, and Emily is asking who Iâm calling in the middle of the night. > omg so she did hear you ⌠I think so, love. > ⌠i will apologise to her tonight then Iâll send you the address. Love you > love you too spence <3
Thereâs just enough time for you to get home and change into a nice outfit â a tight, red dress that hits your mid-thigh, your hair curled and your makeup touched-up before you head to the bar Spencerâs sent you the address to. While you know Spencerâs team is lovely, you do want to make a good first impression.
You see Spencerâs gangly form at the bar when you get there, the rest of his team facing away from you as they get their drinks. You see Spencerâs face brighten as he spots you, raising his hand and waving to you excitedly. The rest of his team notices, and turns to look at you too. You would be shy at all the attention, but Spencerâs unabashed adoration of you, especially in front of all his friends, is giving you more than enough confidence to walk up to the group.
âHello,â you smile, and the warmth you feel from the team makes you feel welcome already. âItâs nice to meet you all.â
You shake hands with Hotch and Rossi as you introduce yourself. While you had heard of Hotch as a rather cold, serious Unit Chief, the way he warmly smiles at you makes you feel at ease. âSo, youâre Spencerâs girlfriend. Itâs great to finally meet you.â
âItâs great to meet you too, sir,â you answer rather instinctively, making both Rossi and Hotch laugh heartily.Â
âAaron might be Reidâs boss, but he certainly isnât yours,â Rossi chuckles.Â
Before you can feel embarrassed by it, you get pulled into a tight, warm hug by Penelope, and when she lets you go, JJ hands you a drink, and Derek and Emily are regarding you with knowing smirks.Â
âReid, you are one lucky man,â Derek says, after pulling you into a welcoming hug. âDonât mess this up, lover boy.â
âI know,â Spencer says, his hand reaching for yours. You lace your fingers with Spencerâs, squeezing his hand comfortingly. âAnd I wonât mess this up.â
âLover boy is right, considering what I overheard the other night,â Emily says, looking at you and Spencer pointedly. JJ also has a knowing smile on her face, and you feel your cheeks get hot.
âIâm really sorry about that, Emily,â you smile sheepishly. âI hope Spencerâs apologised for it too.â
âAgain, Iâm sorry you had to hear that,â Spencer says, purposefully avoiding eye contact with Emily. âI would say âWe wonât do it againâ, butâŚâ
You shriek amidst the laughter of Spencerâs coworkers, Spencer laughing along as he holds onto your waist. You feel adored, so readily welcomed by Spencerâs friends, and you feel like you belong, by Spencerâs side.
After you chat with the rest of the team for a little more, they eventually disperse to do their own things, leaving you and Spencer alone. Spencer looks at you with such adoration in his eyes and you feel like youâre going to melt. âHi,â he says warmly.
âHi, Spence,â you say. âI missed you.â
âI missed you too,â Spencer smiles. âBut Iâm here now.â
âYou are,â you breathe, giddy with excitement, and lean in to kiss him. Itâs a quick peck, but Spencer pulls you back in like youâre the air he needs to breathe. He kisses you deep, eager, pouring every drop of himself into you. His hands cup your face sweetly, kissing you until you feel breathless.Â
âOh my God, Spencer,â you giggle when he finally pulls back, eyes wild as he regards you. âYou really missed me, huh?â
âYou have no idea,â Spencer laughs.Â
âDo we need to pretend to keep our hands off each other or do you just want to go and make out in the bathroom?â You say simply. You donât expect Spencer to be down, considering how quickly heâd rattle off the statistics about the germs in a public bathroom, but Spencer smiles at you and pulls you toward the single stall.
Youâre thankful itâs a relatively big, clean-looking single stall bathroom, Spencer locking the door behind you as you lean back against the sink. Spencerâs taller figure crowds you in with ease, and you feel swallowed up by him as he kisses you again. Heâs desperate, eager as his tongue slips into your mouth, his little noises so deliciously sinful as you kiss him back.
âSpenceââ you gasp, in between kissing Spencer back. âOh, babyââ
âWhat we did over the phone wasnât enough,â he murmurs, eyes unblinking as he gazes at you. âI need you right now.â
Sure enough, Spencerâs hard in his pants. He pushes his hips forward, pressing his erection against your thigh. You whimper, drawing your lower lip between your teeth. âPlease, Spence. You can take me right here, right now.â
You feel just as desperate as Spencer seems, his hands eager as they roam up your body. Heâs eager to touch and squeeze and grope whatever he can get his hands on, and you relish in the way his large, sturdy hands grab your thighs, your waist, your breasts.
âYou look so good tonight, my love,â Spencer grunts as he presses his face to your neck, his lips kissing up the column of your neck hurriedly. âSo gorgeous. Letting me show you off to all my friends tooâ Thank you, youâre so perfectââ
âSpencer,â you gasp, hand sliding down to rub at his hard-on. Youâre so turned on by how aroused Spencer is already, from just kissing you, from just touching you. âFuck me, please?â
Spencer exhales shakily, lifting you up slightly so you can sit back on the countertop, your legs spread to accommodate Spencer between them. Youâre soaked through your underwear, and you watch Spencer marvel at the sight. His hands are shaking slightly as he undoes his belt, pushing his pants down just enough to get his cock out. Heâs hard and heavy and leaking, and you find yourself drooling as he strokes himself momentarily.
Spencerâs biting his lower lip in utter concentration, pushing your dress up and out of the way. You expect his hands to slide your panties off, but instead his fingers push the fabric aside, revealing your slick, wet entrance that he presses the head of his cock to. âOhââ
âLike this,â Spencer says, breathless, his sentence not even fully coherent but you understand, especially when Spencer pushes the tip of his cock into you. You muffle a sob into your hand, feeling so on edge as you accommodate Spencerâs length.Â
The burn is perfect, the slow drag of his cock inside of you teetering between pain and pleasure. Itâs a primal urge the both of you desperately need to fulfil, and the way he presses into you satiates you so perfectly. Your arms slung around Spencerâs neck, you cry out weakly as he rocks his hips into you, already brutal and hurried with the pace.Â
Youâve never felt this undone, so desperate that youâd let yourself get fucked in a bathroom stall. You barely have any alcohol in your system, for you to feel reckless enough to do something like this. Hell, Spencer hadnât even taken your panties off before heâd started fucking you. The fact that prim and proper Spencer of all people is making you like this makes your head spin.Â
âOh, fuck, baby,â you whimper into his shoulder. âSo good, Spence, ohââ
âYou feel so good,â Spencer groans, hips stuttering as he tells you just that. âYouâre so perfect. I love you.â
âI love you so much,â you hiccup, feeling Spencer drill into you, the muffled slap of his thrusts hitting the back of your thighs. Youâre so overwhelmed, pleasure zipping through you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, as Spencer fucks you like youâre the only person in the world that matters right now.Â
âIâm close,â Spencer gasps, pace growing uneven, hurried, as he chases his pleasure while trying so hard to make you feel good too. âPlease, Iââ
You cry out as your orgasm hits you, too sudden, too quick. You clench around Spencer as your body shakes, Spencer fucking you through it with desperation. You donât expect to come so quickly, but you suppose missing Spencer has an effect on you.Â
You squelch obscenely with your release as Spencer continues to fuck you, needy and hurried, moaning in your ear as he stumbles into his orgasm too, wracking through his body like he has no control over it. You feel his load spill inside of you, hot and messy, his hands trembling as his thrusts slow.
âOh, fuck,â you say, laughing slightly. âHoly shit, Spencer. We just had sex in a public bathroom, this is crazy.â
âWe just had sex in a public bathroom,â Spencer echoes, sounding mildly panicked. âOh, my God.â
âIt was very fucking hot.â You assure him, holding his face in your hands to look him in the eyes, stopping him from overthinking. âBut we should probably go home, because Iâm a fucking mess between my legs right now.â
âI might need to take a shower,â Spencer says, his voice wavering slightly. âThe sink is technically the most germ-ridden surface in a public bathroom, the damp environment makes it aââ
âSpencer, I love you so much, but for your sake and mine, letâs not talk about germs right now.â You shudder at the thought. âI think I need to take a shower after that too.â
âLet me clean you up, and we can go home.â Spencer, despite his germ anxieties, is rather sweet in cleaning you up. Your panties are ruined with fluids, and youâre starting to feel Spencerâs load trickling out of you when you stand back up, but you relish in the fact that youâre going to be back at his apartment soon enough.Â
(The fact that Spencer hadnât corrected you when you called his place home, makes your heart sing.)
You clean up your makeup and make your hair look as presentable as it can be, especially after your boyfriend has literally fucked you in a public bathroom, and when you both look presentable enough, you try to slip out of the bathroom casually.
Unfortunately, Derek and Emily are right there, catching you in the act of leaving, obviously noting the way you and Spencer look absolutely dishevelled.Â
Derek raises his eyebrows, grinning. âDamn, lover boy.â
âShut up,â Spencer retaliates weakly, his voice slightly shaky.Â
âWeâre heading home first,â you say with all the confidence you can muster, trying very hard not to feel extremely embarrassed in front of Spencerâs very smug friends. Youâre still holding Spencerâs hand, and you feel a little less afraid. âIt was fun getting to meet you guys.â
Emily shakes her head playfully, smiling. âWeâd love to hang out more with you another time. Maybe when Reid isnât so desperate to get alone with you?â
Spencer makes a displeased noise, but you smile and nod at her. âDefinitely.â
Derek and Emily let you slip out of the bar without saying much else, and you hope that the rest of Spencerâs team doesnât hear about it.Â
As you and Spencer step out of the bar and into the cool, evening air, you kiss his cheek once more. âI love you. Now, letâs get home so we can shower. And then we can have sex again in the comfort of your bed?â
Spencer grins, any earlier embarrassment seeming to melt away. âThat sounds perfect. God, I love you.â
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid smut#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fanfiction#spencerreidenjoyer writes#criminal minds fanfiction
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Ok brat
summary: you don't like listening to your girlfriend, no matter how scary she is
cw: arcane universe (idk), sevika x reader, mentions of reader not eating, smoking, drinking, teasing, suggestive, sevika being a dom sorry not sorry, cursing, mentions of sex, no sex (maybe for part 2? we'll see), kissing, sevikas fingers in your mouth, sheâs a lil rough ig, idk lmk if i missed anything im getting ready for class lol
âMy head is killing me,â you groan softly, rubbing your head as your gaze drifts to Sevika. The two of you are slouched in some random booth at The Last Drop. The smell of cleaning supplies and sparked cigarette smoke fills the air, signaling that open time is just around the corner. Your legs are draped over hers, and her hand idly plays with the frayed hem of your pants. She shakes her head as she snuffs out her cigar, her dark eyes glinting with a knowing look.
âItâs because you havenât eaten today,â she states flatly, brushing loose strands of hair from her face. Her hand finds your thigh again, caressing it lazily, the cool metal of her mech fingers sending a shiver up your spine.
âOkay, yeah, but that doesnât really have anything to do with that,â you grumble, pushing her hand away and setting your feet on the floor. You know Sevika a little too well, how she seems to read you, and while she might be right, that doesnât excuse her know-it-all attitude. Her usual reaction to your attitude would be the snap of her fingers in your face or give your cheek a teasing slap, so you drop your head onto the table with a groan to let her know that you don't care about her scolding.
The doorbell chimes as someone walks in, followed by the shuffling of chairs and murmurs from the staff. Yet, Sevikaâs silence makes you look up. Sheâs scowling, lips pressed together like a parent holding back a reprimand. She bites her bottom lip, clearly trying to keep herself from saying whatâs on her mind.
âHow about you think about the way you want to talk to me while I play my games tonight, yeah?â Itâs not a question; itâs a command. You know exactly what that means, being banned from âyourâ seat, her lap, while she deals with what cards sheâll be playing. Your mouth drops open, recognizing the familiar punishment, and Sevikaâs eyes narrow, waiting for you to say some slick shit back.
Instead, you stick your tongue out at her, not caring about being childish. She chuckles, lighting another cigar, and takes a long drag, eyes locked on yours. Without missing a beat, she blows the smoke in your face, and you cough dramatically, waving your hand and gasping for air. Her laughter echoes around you, low and warm, as she shakes her head in disbelief; what a fucking brat. And you canât help but slam the table as you get up towards the bar to down whatever liquor is waiting for you there.Â
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âUGHHHHH, my head!â you groan, louder this time, for what feels like the umpteenth time today. After leaving early so Sevika could fix her mech arm, youâve been moping around her office, mostly talking to yourself, fully aware that sheâs still pissed at you for earlier.Â
âWhat do you wanna eat?â Sevika asks as she rummages through a toolbox without glancing your way.
âNot hungry,â you reply.
âDidnât ask if you were hungry. I asked what you want to eat,â she snaps, slamming the small screwdriver onto the desk. Her patience is thin, and the frustration radiates off her. Standing with a groan, taking a few long strides toward you, her presence filling the small corner you were in. Youâre curled up in your usual spot: a makeshift nest of forgotten clothes left behind by Silcoâs goons.
âWhatâs with the attitude?â Sevika demands, her voice lower as sheâs daring you to test her.
You huff, kicking your foot out so that it hits the toe of Sevikaâs boot, Her eyes widen briefly in surprise before narrowing with a hint of amusement. She studies you, and you canât help but mimic her scowl, your mouth slightly agape as you stare back. You know your irritation stems from more than just a headache. You haven't eaten properly, snacking popcorn and downing a few drinks earlier.Â
Sevika bends at her knees, placing her hands on them to get eye level with you. Her intense gaze makes your stomach swoop, and though you hate to admit it, the way she bites her cheek and the lines deepening between her brows are intimidating.
âSo, this is how itâs gonna be tonight? Alright,â she says, mostly to herself with a hint of pettiness, nodding once before turning to leave the office with a huff. Her final words hang in the air, and you watch her go, feeling a sense of regret settle in your chest. Frustrated with yourself for getting upset, you canât help but think that she deserved it but only a little.
-
âYou know, my head is feeling fine after thisâŚâ you barely manage to say, mouth full of the pasta Sevika made an hour after your little outburst. The warmth of the dish has melted away your day long headache, and the second glass of wine Sevika poured just ten minutes ago leaves you feeling loose, almost ready to throw yourself at her. She glances up and catches your satisfied smile, your cheeks flushed and stuffed with food. Her lips twitch, fighting the urge to lean over and kiss you, but she keeps it to herself, offering only a small smile before finishing her last bite.
âNow youâre the asshole,â you mumble between chews, a playful glint in your eyes.
Sevika choked a bit, grabbing a napkin to cover her mouth.
âExcuse me? You were the one being an asshole all day, asshole,â she fires back, slapping the napkin down on the table with more force than necessary.
âLooks like youâre asking to get smacked,â swallowing the food before taking a sip of wine.
âMaybe you are,â she counters smoothly, and you pause mid-sip, glancing at her through the wine glass. The warped image of her smirk and the spark of desire pooling in your belly make you shake your head. Setting the glass down, you gather both plates.
âIf you were thinking about getting some tonight, youâre in for a rude awakening, babe,â you say, rolling your eyes as you march to the sink. You clatter the dishes a bit louder than needed, rinsing out the wine glasses.
The atmosphere shifts as you feel Sevikaâs presence behind you, a silent, almost magnetic pull. She moves through the kitchen, tidying up, pushing in chairs, and tossing away scraps of napkin you always fidget with during dinner. A knowing smile lingers on her lips as if sheâs already mapped out how the night will end.
Later, in your hot ass shower, your attempt to use up all the hot water, you hear the bathroom door creak open. The thick steam swirls around Sevika as she steps in, leaving the door open. She squints at the fogged-up mirror, grabbing her toothbrush.
âDonât you think itâs a little too hot, babe?â she asks, her voice casual as she squeezes toothpaste onto her brush.
âItâs fine,â you reply blandly, turning your back to the water as you feel its little pricks of heat.
Sevika finishes brushing her teeth, and a mischievous grin spreads across her face as she eyes the toilet handle. Before you can react, she flushes, sending a rush of icy water over your body. Her laughter booms as she runs out of the bathroom, feet stomping.
âARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!â you scream, the cold shock making you jump. Determined not to give her what she wants, you stay in the shower, grumbling to yourself as Sevika giggles from your shared bed.
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Later, youâre perched against your pillows, hair wrapped in a silk scarf, glasses on as you attempt to lose yourself in a mystery novel. Just as you set the book and glasses on the nightstand, Sevika waltzs into the room, a towel hanging loosely from her waist, her top bare, and her mech arm detached. Sheâs drying her damp hair with her remaining hand, muscles rippling with every movement. You canât help but stare at her, crawling to the edge of the mattress and arching your back on purpose.
âCan you do me a favorââ she begins, but the words die in her throat when she turns to see you, a picture of desire and mischief, your eyes dark and hungry. Amused, she strides over and cups your face in her large hand, thumb brushing over your cheek as she leans in.
âAw, do you forgive me?â she whispers, her lips brushing your forehead before placing a soft kiss there. You press your lips into a thin line reluctantly.
âYeah, yeah, whatever. Forget what I said about not getting laid tonight,â you smirk, teeth nipping at her palm. Her grip tightens slightly, the playful heat between you palpable.
âThen from someone who couldnât seem to listen beforeâŚâ she trails off, her towel slipping dangerously low on her hips. Her fingers find their way to where you like them the most, your mouth. She doesn't even have to tell you, so obedient as you open your mouth, tongue lolling out with a smile. She curses, a fucking minx you are. Stuffing her fingers in your mouth, you happily take them, licking and slightly sucking onto them. You can't help but shift in your arch, the heel of your foot finding your cunt as you grind into it. Your eyes flicker up at her, eyes low and a look of pure pleasure as you hum around them. Slipping them out of your mouth, it surprises you when she grips your jaw, lips puckering as your eyes go wide.
Her gaze softens as she sees the want in your eyes, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. âYouâd better be ready to follow instructions, right, baby?â
a/n: finallllllllyyyyyyy i got the courage to write for sevika. i feel like when i write about an arcane character, im not doing it justice lol hence why i archived my pitfighter vi drabble oops. hope you like it bc i had fun writing it. inbox is always open
#sevika arcane#arcane#sevika x reader#sevika x reader smut#sevika smut#sevika x you#arcane x reader#arcane smut#wlw#orion's writing
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Boyfriend Art going to a boys night out and getting drunk and Patrick calling you to go get your boyfriend because he's been talking about you the whole time and talking about how much he is in love with you and all and when you go back home things lead to a hot makeout session while he's telling how much he's so lucky to be your boyfriend and how he is so obsessed with you
this is so cute omg.. i need bf art in my life so bad!!!
all you wanted was a chill night in, no parties, no loud neighbors, and no hangovers. when art said that patrick invited him to a frat party on the other side of campus, sitting at the foot of your bed with puppy dog eyes, you couldn't say no. but, you made him promise not to come back too drunk or too late. art agreed, letting patrick drag him to the party around 10.
it was almost 1 now, and you were cuddled up in your blankets binge watching your favorite show when you felt your phone vibrate from under the mountain of fuzzy fabric. patricks caller id flashed on the screen as you accepted the call.
"patrick? what's up, are you guys okay?"
"hey um.. art got pretty wasted tonight.. he got a hold of some pink whitney and you know how he gets so.."
you sigh, shaking your head, before you hear some rustling on the other end of the line.
"'s this her?" you hear a little hiccup from the voice you now recognize as arts. "'m sorry baby i didn't know it was g'nna get m' drunk.." another hiccup "feels like the room is spinning.." another rustle.
"yeah well.. you heard him.. can you come pick him up? ill send you our location"
you agree to drive over, pulling on one of arts old hoodies and driving over as quick as you can. pulling up at the frat house, you see a scattering of red solo cups on the lawn, along with some beer cans. you wait in your car for a minute before you see patrick helping art down the front steps, and you open your door when patrick helps strap art in. patrick pokes his head through the window, "again, sorry about this, he just kept asking for you.." patrick sighs, looking at art, whose gaze is fixed only on you. arts watery blue eyes look at you like you've hung the stars themselves, and it isn't even only because he's drunk, he looks at you that way always.
the drive home is quiet, with arts occasional hiccups disrupting the silence. art leans over when you're at a stoplight, the red lights illuminating his face, "'m really sorry.. i didn't wan' you to be angry at me" he says, pouting at you as you continue the drive home. you shake your head, "im not mad at you art, i just always want you to be safe okay? i don't want to have to worry about you so much.." art hangs his head and nods, falling quiet again.
by the time you arrive at your dorm, arts still hiccuping, stumbling over his own feet as you usher him into your room, not keen of waking anyone up at the early hour of the morning. art flops onto your bed, his head bouncing on your pillow, the movement causing a groan to erupt from his lips.
you root around in your drawers, trying to find an old pair of his boxers and a shirt. suddenly, you feel a pair of hands wrap around your waist, a head presses against your neck and you feel a sigh of warm air against you. "art.. go sit on the bed" you sigh, pulling some clothes out for him. art presses wet kisses along your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into your skin. "'m sorry.. please f'give me.. didn't mean to make you angry" he whines, squeezing your waist. you shake you head, turning around in his arms, "im not angry art.. please go sit down so you can change.." you sigh, breaking away from his arms and leading him to the bed. art sits on the edge of the bed, his alcohol-muddled brain causing him to stare off into space. you tap art's arms, silently asking him to raise them, pulling his stained shirt off of his body with ease.
you can't deny it.. any anger that was in your body when you drove art home is gone now, seeing his slightly messy hair and pale skin glowing in the moonlight only makes you want to take care of him more. once his shirt is off you hand him an older t-shirt he left at your place, watching him put it on before handing him some pajama pants. you get art situated in bed, walking to the kitchen and filling up a glass of water and walking back.
art looks up at you blearily, tucked into the corner of your bed and where it meets the wall. you slide into bed next to him, feeling his body slump into yours once again, his face smushed into your shoulder. his hiccups have gone now, just soft breaths against your skin. it's completely silent, until art takes a sharp breath in. "i- i don' think patrick told you but everyone at the party was so annoyed with me.. couldn't stop talking about you.." that catches your attention, making your heart thump in your chest. "i swear patrick wanted to kill me, i know he's just jealous though.." you can't help but fall for the bait, "whys he jealous?" you ask. art presses closer to you, his nose almost touching yours, "cuz you're perfect.. 'n sweet 'n amazing.." he presses a small peck on your lips for each word, a tipsy smile emerging on his face. his smile is infectious, and you can't help but kiss him back, smiling against his lips, "is that so?" you add. he huffs against you, letting you take the lead against his clumsy lips. you can still taste the sweet liquor on his lips, almost making you feel intoxicated yourself. art leans into you more, placing his hands on your knees and moving further. "'s true.. 'm fuckin' obsessed with you.." he groans out, now growing more confident in his movements.
you let the kiss grow more heated until you feel arts hands starting to creep under your shirt, and you pull away slowly, letting a string of drool connect you. art blinks at you, confused. "why'd you stop?" he practically pouts. "you're drunk art, you know i love you but you gotta sleep this off" you say, sweeping a thumb on his cheek. as if on cue, art yawns, only proving your point. he slumps into bed, pulling up a blanket from the foot of your bed. "fine.. but we continue this tomorrow, yeah?" he asks, one last request before falling asleep. "sure, sure art" you reply, running your fingers through his soft blond hair. you're sure art won't remember all of this in the morning, but you sure as hell won't let him forget it <3
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âď¸ film major!mingyu x reader.
"the greatest films of all time were never made"? not if your ex, film student mingyu, can help it âś part of my svt university milestone event
⤿ college exes, exes to friends. more content under the cut. âĄâ¸â¸ prompt from @taeraegyat & @gyubakeries!
DIR. BY KIM MINGYU
FADE IN INT. CINEMA '76, LOBBY - DAY
MINGYU enters with his DATE. MINGYU's eyes go wide when he notices YOU at the cinema's snack bar.
DATE Do you want some popcorn?
MINGYU (hesitant) Uh⌠Isn't it kind of expensive?
DATE shoots MINGYU a look. He heaves out a longsuffering sigh.
MINGYU Okay, I'll get us some.
MINGYU makes his way to the snack bar. YOU look up. His eyebrows furrow, because he can't read the look on your face as well as he used to.
MINGYU Hey, lookâ
YOU (interrupting) Welcome to Cinema '76. What can I get you?
MINGYU feels his heart drop in his stomach. He wants to explain, but then DATE comes up to him.
DATE Can you get us some soda, too?
MINGYU wishes he hadn't noticed the slight change in YOUR expression. But YOU keep YOUR cool as you go to punch in the order.
YOU A large popcorn and two sodas. Anything else?
MINGYU Iâ
DATE And a pack of M&Ms, please.
YOU Got it.
MINGYU watches helplessly as you go get their snacks. When YOU return, he wordlessly hands over the payment. The tips of your fingers brush.
MINGYU (softly) Thanks.
YOU only give MINGYU a nod in response. He winces slightly when DATE grabs him by the arm.
DATE We'll miss the previews!
MINGYU Right, right.
MUSIC UP: "You Were Beautiful" by DAY6
MINGYU lets DATE drag him off. He casts one glance over his shoulder at YOU, except YOU'RE not even looking at him. Somehow, that's even worse.
INT. CINEMA '76, CINEMA 1 - DAY
The film is one of those cheesy romcoms. MINGYU thinks about how YOU had introduced him to his favorite romcom; how the two of you used to spend hours and hours debating over which was best.
His DATE leans over a lot to comment on things, he notices.
DATE (pressing close to MINGYU) I think Glen Powell is severely underrated...
MINGYU laughs, just a bit, because in his mind's eye, he can see how YOU would react to that opinion. He's also imagining the look on YOUR face if YOU saw somebody talking during a film.
YOU only allowed movie commentary if it was in the comfort of YOUR home. Otherwise, in public places like cinemas? YOU would glare daggers at anybody who dared.
DATE (CONT'D) ... And that's kind of like Sydney Sweeney, isn't it?
Crap. MINGYU has no idea what DATE had just said.
MINGYU (whispering) Yeah, I agree.
DATE seems placated. Close call, thinks MINGYU. But he's also thinking about how the two of you would argue about everything. How YOU would never back down on YOUR opinion, and how he adored YOU for all YOUR convictions.
DATE goes to hold MINGYU's hand. He almost flinches away. But that would be rude, so he awkwardly lets them hold on.
It's cruel, but throughout the movie, MINGYU bears it by imagining that it's YOUR hand instead.
INT. CINEMA '76, LOBBY - EARLY EVENING
MINGYU emerges from the movie with DATE. He immediately drops their hand.
MINGYU Hey, uh, I think I was short on change from the cashier. Mind if I go check on that real quick?
DATE Oh, sure. I'll wait for you by the entrance.
MINGYU Thanks.
MINGYU rushes back to the snack bar. YOU'RE nowhere to be found. He checks his watch; YOUR shift has probably ended.
MINGYU (underneath his breath) Damn it.
MINGYU had wanted to explain. He does the next best thing. He fishes out his phone from his pocket and pulls up your contact, which is still your name with a heart emoji. He hasn't changed it after all this time.
He types and retypes several texts. When did you start working at Cinema '76? and You looked good and Can we talk, please? and I wished it was you during the entire two-hour runtime of the film.
In the end, he only sends out an I'm sorry.
MINGYU puts his phone away. He wanders back to DATE, who greets him with a helluva good question; they're looking at the posters for upcoming shows.
DATE (absentmindedly) How do you feel about sequels?
And, again, MINGYU is thinking of YOU.
MINGYU I think they're always worth a shot.
FIN.
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SUMMARY: 4 times that Y/N and Matt made a couple's trend on tiktok.
WARNING: None.
REQUESTED?: Kinda?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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1. Decorating my boyfriend's car super girly and seeing his reaction
Going downstairs quietly so as not to wake anyone, considering it was still too early for any of the triplets - and even Y/N - to be awake, Y/N entered the garage. Matt's car, an impeccably clean black one, was there, parked and oblivious to what was coming.
The girl turned on the room light and made sure she had closed the door before finally unlocking the car ones by simply touching the small control in her hands.
Opening the driver's door with her unoccupied hand, Y/N climbed in, sitting down on the seat, a sound of complaint escaping her throat as she noticed how far and low the seat was - obviously adjusted for Matt's height. She quickly adjusted the position of it until she felt comfortable and, finally, put her phone in the support attached to the lower center of the windowshield, exactly where the boys supported their camera during car videos, her right hand instinctively flying towards the ceiling lights, turning it on.
Y/N unlocked the device and quickly browsed through the apps until she found TikTok, opening it and entering the recording space, adjusting the focus to ensure that every detail was captured, and pressed the red button.
"Good morning, TikTok!" The girl muttered in a low tone, a mischievous glint clearly apparent in her eyes. "Today, I'm going to do the biggest trolling of all in my boyfriend's car. Letâs turn it into a real preppy car!"
Y/N started by taking the first piece from the box of items she had prepared: a pink fuzzy cover for the steering wheel. The cover was a vibrant pink, with a soft, cozy feel to the touch.
Y/N carefully slid the cover over its right place, making sure every inch was covered and fitted perfectly. The fluff glowed below the yellow light, giving the steering wheel a luxurious, exaggerated appearance.
Then, she picked up two pink cup holders, filled with glitter, both twinkling every time the light hit one of them, as if it was full of little stars. Y/N laughed to herself as she placed them on the center console's cup rests, fitting them in and smiling widely when she noticed how perfect the size was.
"Matt will love putting our morning Starbucks here, for sure.â The girl murmured, looking up and sending a wink towards the camera.
The next step was to decorate the air conditioning vents. Y/N had bought several mini pink decorations, also full of glitter, each one more extravagant than the last. There were little hearts, stars, and even some fake diamonds. She carefully attached each to the air vents, adjusting until they were all secure and at a good enough distance to notice them all.
"Get ready for style and glamor to be blown throughout the car when Chris asks Matt to turn on the air conditioning during videos." She joked while still adjusting the last small items.
The car's gearshift could not be forgotten. Y/N pulled out a smaller sized pink fuzzy cover, specially designed. It was soft to the touch, matching the steering wheel cover perfectly. She slid it over the gear, adjusting it so it was secure, her right hand closing around the cover, smiling as she felt the small hairs caressing her palm.
Finally, to complete the look, Y/N took a pink diamond-shaped pendant, stretching her upper body upwards and extending her hands, hanging it around the rearview mirror. The pendant swayed slightly by itself, reflecting the light and casting small colored reflections throughout the interior of the all car.
"I feel like I'm in Barbie: a Fashion Fairytale." Y/N said, letting out a nasal laugh, resting her back against the backrest of the seat so that her eyes could analyze every corner of the car, admiring her final work.
She then turned her attention back to her cell.
"Alright, guys, the car is ready. Now we just need to wait for Matt to wake up and see his reaction."
The video stopped at that moment before it returned seconds later.
"I went upstairs after fixing the last details and woke up Matt, I made up that I was hungry, but that I wanted to have breakfast at a cafĂŠ." Y/N began with a hushed tone, now sitting in the passenger seat, her phone now in her hands. "I waited for him to get up and get ready before telling him I would wait for him in the car."
It didn't take long and soon Y/N heard Matt's footsteps coming down the stairs that led to the garage, her eyes looking up in time to see the silhouette of her boyfriend appearing in the doorway. She pressed her lips into a thin line in an attempt to contain her laughter.
Her eyes followed Matt's steps, who walked quickly towards the driver's seat door, the sound of the door opening echoing through the small space was followed by anticipation on Y/N's part, who looked at the camera to Matt and back again, waiting for his reaction.
"Hey, sweet girl, I'm sorry it took me so..." He interrupted his own sentence, his movements instantly stopping for a few seconds. "Y/N! What- What did you do to my car?!" Matt's voice echoed in a tone of disbelief, the surprise evident on his face not yet visible to the phone camera.
"Come on, babe, sit down so you can take a better look at this incredible work I did just for you." The girl asked in a fake sweet tone, smiling openly and leaning her upper body over the console, extending her right arm so that her hand could touch Matt's, holding it firmly and pulling him inside.
The boy, still wide-eyed and surprised, obeyed, sitting on the leather covered seat - already arranged again to his own taste - and closing the door with a thud.
"Where- When did you even get all those things?" Matt questioned again, his blue eyes quickly traveling over every pink detail before turning his attention back to Y/N, his mouth slightly open.
"Yesterday, duh." The girl answered as if it was obvious, shrugging her shoulders before her neutral expression broke into a smile again. "Did you like it? It's pretty, right? I'm sure your videos will be much cooler now."
"Babe, oh my God." Matt's voice sounded airy, eliciting a laugh from Y/N. He didn't know where to focus his attention, different shades of pink calling his eyes from every corner. "I can't lie. It looks so good." The boy finally reached out with his hands, his fingers curling around his steering wheel, pressing lightly against the extremely fluffy fabric over his palm.
"I know, right?" Y/N responded excitedly, briefly glancing at her cell that was still recording them. "Look at the cup holder, babe!" Her tone rose as she reached out toward the console, pointing to the pink cup holder with her index finger.
"So I can put in your favorite Starbucks drink every morning, huh?" Matt lowered his gaze to the item, shaking his head amusedly as he heard his girlfriend agree excitedly.
"Next step: getting the car wrapped in pink."
"Are you crazy?"
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2. Pretending to be asleep to see my boyfriend's reaction
Y/N was home alone, comfortable silence filling every corner as she waited for Matt to return from the street. He had gone out to get a specific sweet that she had been asking for for days, and the only place where they sold it didn't deliver.
Sitting comfortably on the grey couch in the living room, the girl was immersed in TikTok videos when a new couple trend appeared on her For You Page, catching her attention; Pretending to be asleep to see my boyfriend's reaction.
Y/N didn't think twice before making the decision to join the cycle of famous couples replicating the trend, quickly leaving TikTok, and opening the location app she shared with Matt. Watching his icon move across the colorful map, she calculated that she still had a few minutes before he arrived, rising from the couch seconds later, running down the small hallway that led to their room.
First, she took the plush, gray bedspreads off the bed, folding it and leaving it on Matt's gaming chair. The soft light from the already turned on lamp created a calm and welcoming atmosphere, perfect for what she had in mind.
She then adjusted her phone on the nightstand on her side of the bed, ensuring the camera was pointed directly at the mattress and the space Matt would enter, propping it against the lamp and organizing the minimal decorations that was always above the furniture around the device in a way that it disguised its existence there.
Checking the app again, she saw that Matt was just a few blocks away. Y/N hurried to lay down, adjusting herself comfortably but naturally.
She turned slightly to her back, rescuing Matt's pillow and hugging it to her chest, not stopping herself from lightly exhaling the natural scent of her boyfriend's male shampoo and cologne that permeated into the fabric, closing her eyes and regulating her breathing to make it seem like she was actually sleeping.
A few minutes later, she finally heard Matt's footsteps echoing across the floor, going from quieter to louder, indicating that he was getting closer to the room. She kept her eyes closed, trying to contain a wide smile as her heart beat fastned.
Matt's footsteps approached the door, the sound of it opening echoing after, the familiar sound of the paper bag he was carrying filling Y/N's ears.
"Babe, I found the one that you wanted, and guess what? They had just made it!" Matt started talking as soon as he entered the space, his voice excited and loud, before noticing the silence in the room.
The boy looked up, his eyes running around before noticing his girlfriend lying on their shared bed, lowering his voice when he noticed her apparently sleeping figure, his expression softening immediately, a small smile settling on his lips.
He closed the door behind him with a soft click, walking with steps of a feather towards the bed, the sound of his sock-covered feet tapping against the wooden floor gently echoing through the four walls.
His busy hand placed the bag with the sweet on the nightstand beside his side before he approached the edge of the bed, admiration written all over his face as he looked at Y/N.
He bent his knees slightly, curving his upper body over the mattress and bringing his face closer to Y/N's head, using his left hand to support his own weight, just watching her sleep for a few seconds, a tender smile on her face.
Matt then lowered his head so that his face was close to hers, sealing his lips over her forehead and head repeatedly, but very lightly and slowly, without the intention of waking her up.
"You're so beautiful when you sleep, you know that?" He whispered, his voice filled with affection, stroking the side of her face lightly with the tip of his nose before reaching out with his right hand, gently brushing away the loose strands of hair with his fingertips, taking them away from her eyes, being careful. His touch was light, almost like a gentle breeze.
Matt looked around, noticing the phone on Y/N's nightstand, but didn't suspect anything thanks to the low brightness of the screen. He just smiled, enjoying the moment, taking note of how the surroundings seemed as calm as ever.
Taking the corner of the duvet that was at the foot of the bed, he gently pulled it over his girlfriend, making sure she was comfortable and warm, petting the thick fabric lightly, molding it to his girl's body.
Then he got up again, reaching his hands to his bedside table, taking the bag with the sweet he had brought between his fingers. It was an angel cake with strawberry filling and whipped cream, Y/N's favorite.
The boy took the box with the cake out of the bag, being careful not to make any loud sounds, leaving the brown paper bag on the wood surface before walking towards Y/N's bedside table slowly, leaving the frame of the phone's front camera for a few seconds, placing the small white cardboard box above it.
"Hope you like it." The brunette murmured again, more to himself than to her.
Matt then returned to his side of the bed, resting his right hand on the mattress and taking off his socks before finally laying down next to her, being careful not to make too much noise or sudden movements.
After snuggling as best he could under the duvet, he turned on his side, bringing the front of his body closer to the back of Y/N's one, wrapping an arm around her waist slowly, gently pulling her closer, his hand automatically finding its way under the oversized t-shirt that covered Y/N's upper body down to her thighs, snaking his hand across the soft skin of his girl's stomach and finding home beneath her right breast, just as he did every day, not seeming to notice the shiver that ran through her body, closing his eyes.
Y/N couldn't help but relax her body even more under her boyfriend's gentle touch, snuggling closer, feeling a deep peace settle in her chest, momentarily forgetting that she was even recording something.
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3. Trying the spray trend on my boyfriend
Y/N was in the bathroom she shared with Matt, her hands working on resting her phone on the marble sink in a way that it wouldn't be obvious that she was recording, the screen with low brightness already open on the TikTok app. She made sure the frontal camera was well positioned, capturing the perfect angle from the bathroom door to the area where she would be standing.
Then, Y/N bent down slightly and opened the cabinet under the sink, her right hand retrieving a spray deodorant she had recently purchased, taking off the cap and setting it aside. With everything ready, the girl turned to her cell again, pressing the record button with her thumb.
Y/N smiled playfully at the camera before turning away from the device and extending her right hand, opening the bathroom door.
"Matt!" The low, muffled sound of Matt's voice shouting back echoed down the hallway leading to the bathroom. "Babe, can you come here for a minute?"
She waited, listening to her boyfriend's footsteps approaching. His figure quickly appeared in front of the already open door, a confused look on his face.
"What's wrong, babe? Do you need help with something?"
"I bought this new deodorant that says it's unscented, but I think it has a slight lavender scent. Can you smell it and tell me what you think?" Y/N asked, her tone sounding naive, holding the spray deodorant at the height she knew would be ideal for him to reach it, and pointing the hole where the product exited upwards.
"Sure." Matt nodded, still a little confused, but willing to help. He entered the bathroom completely and approached Y/N, tilting his head closer to the area where his girlfriend was holding the spray.
Y/N pressed the button on the top of the deodorant, creating a white cloud that slowly rose. Matt leaned even closer to smell the scent, a look of genuine concentration written across his face, and at that exact moment Y/N moved quickly, closing the distance between their faces and pressing her lips softly against his.
The kiss was quick and surprising, and she could feel Matt's slight shiver of surprise, a sound of shock escaping his throat.
When she pulled away, Matt's eyes were wide, his eyelids blinking rapidly as his brain tried to assimilate what had happened, his cheeks slowly turning into a bright red hue, a small smile appearing on the corner of his lips.
"What?" A loud laugh escaped Y/N's mouth as she watched his reaction, noticing his shy expression.
"You're a little devil." Matt shook his head comically. His tongue acted on its own as it escaped his mouth, passing his lips carefully, the taste of mint flooding his palate. "Is that mint?"
"Maybe." Y/N replied with the ghost of a smile, vaguely remembering how she had applied the Space Camp mind lip balm a few minutes earlier.
"Can I have another taste of it?"
"Matt!"
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4. Using my scary dog ââprivilege to walk alone at night
It was a quiet, cool evening as Y/N and Matt were taking a walk after a nice dinner at a home-cooked Italian restaurant close to their home.
Y/N's eyes swept the deserted streets in front of her, quickly looking back over her shoulder, taking note of Matt a few steps behind her body, vaguely remembering a TikTok she had watched earlier that day, the environment around them reminding her a lot of the one in the video.
With that, she decided to record one, too.
And how she was when she was beautiful
The girl was now holding her phone in her right hand, her screen with TikTok already open in the recording area staring back at her, the sound of the Babooshka song melody playing at a low volume from her speakers.
Her half-closed eyes were fixed on the front camera, which recorded her face contorted into a small smirk, her hair moving around her face as if it was planned, a consequence of the light wind that surrounded her and her measured steps, which never stopped.
She signed the letter
Y/N slightly raised her hand that was holding her cell so that the camera now captured the view from behind her back.
All yours
The video captured the image of Matt following in her footsteps, his body completely covered in black clothing, making a perfect contrast with the yellow night lights coming from the tall poles above their heads.
His posture was erect and his head remained high, his arms crossed so that his biceps were visible against the thin fabric of his black shirt and a serious expression resting on his face - as usual -, his eyes fixed straight ahead, as if he was on alert of everything, accompanied by his furrowed eyebrows, giving an impression of anger to anyone who saw him from afar.
Y/N, watching the image through the tilted phone screen that was still recording her boyfriend, felt a shiver run down her spine; a small, satisfied smile blooming on her face.
Matt was definitely a scary Doberman by her side.
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training partners (pt. 4)
summary: you meet ryan reynolds and shawn levy, and hugh does his best to keep your nerves at bay. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), reader has some description (hair, outfit), smut (oral - m receiving), shower sex (unprotected p in v, hugh bends you over đŤŁ), dirty talk, hugh briefly calling you a "good girl", no use of y/n. word count: 8.5k a/n: wow, this got filthy real fast but idc lol - i need it to fulfill my fantasies lol (thank you to the anons and @celestiamour who gave me these ideas!). i promise the story is progressing, just needed this little chapter lol. little fun fact about me - i'm also an 'amateur' photographer (who does specialize in engagement shoots, but also love taking landscape / street photography pics) and i've always dreamt of being an on-set photographer so here's to me living out my dream through this story (if you guys ever wanna see my photographs, i'd be so down to post them here too!). this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman (it's the only way i can live out my fantasies of this man lol). prev part. - next part.
Hugh wasnât lying when he said his schedule would become much busier. Itâs been a couple of months since meeting him and while heâs been very busy, he stayed true to his word and prioritized making time for you. When you both werenât at the gym, he insisted on you staying at his place⌠and the man can be very convincing when he wants to be.Â
Heâs been traveling a lot and whenever he does get back, he goes straight to your apartment and spends the night. Youâve started to leave a few of your things at his house and heâs started to leave more of his things at yours. Even when heâs traveling and away from you, it never truly does feel like heâs gone. Physically, yes, but he makes time for you and it makes you feel special.Â
Hughâs heading back home today and youâre sitting on your couch, dressed in one of his t-shirts and panties with a throw blanket draped over your lap. You hear your phone go off and reach for it, seeing his name and the text he sends you: Coming up, baby. Canât wait to see you.Â
Youâre about to send a reply before you hear a knock on the door. You grin excitedly, tossing the blanket to the side and standing up, lightly jogging to the door. You swing it open and see him standing there, looking very tired, but still so handsome, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.Â
âHey, baby,â Hugh says, voice hoarse and low as he drops his duffle bag to step past the threshold and wrap his arms around your waist. He nuzzles his face against the side of your neck, letting out a sigh of relief.Â
You smile against him, arms wrapped around his shoulders. âMissed you,â you whisper, kissing his cheek. âCome on in. Did you eat?âÂ
Hugh releases you and grabs his duffle bag, stepping back inside as you shut the door and lock it behind him. You follow him to your bedroom where he drops the bag on the floor near his side of the bed. He sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls you closer to him, to stand between his legs as he rests his forehead against your abdomen.Â
âNot hungry,â Hugh says, looking up at you and taking notice of the shirt youâre wearing. His gaze darkens as he runs his fingertips along the sides of your bare legs, biting his lower lip. âThis was a longer trip than intended,â he continues. âIâm sorry, love.â
Your fingertips stroke through his locks, eyes locked with his. âYou donât have to apologize. I understand. Itâs part of thisâŚâ you motion between the both of you. âPart of us.âÂ
âMm, howâd I get so lucky, huh?â Hugh asks, gripping your hips and pulling you onto his lap.Â
You gasp quietly, feeling his length pressing against your core. âHugh⌠Youâre tired, baby.â
âNever tired for you, and seeing you in my clothes just does somethinâ to me,â he whispers, leaning up to press his lips against the side of your neck. His beard has grown out, having heard him say multiple times that he needed to shave. You like it though, the salt and pepper look, the scruff and the feel of it against your skin. He knows just how to use it to get you excited. âAt least on my next trip, youâll be coming with me. I can have you every day.â His hands move further underneath the shirt, running up along your back.Â
âHugh,â you whimper, feeling his teeth graze against your neck. Gently, you place your hands on his shoulders and push him onto his back. Slowly, you roll your hips against him, letting out a quiet moan against the fabric of his jeans. âLet me take care of you tonight. Is that okay?âÂ
âWhatâd you have in mind, baby?â Hugh pulls back to look up at you, a quiet groan escaping his lips as he feels you press further against his hardening length.Â
Slowly, you climb off his lap and then sit up on your knees, biting your lower lip innocently. âLean against the headboard,â you tell him.Â
Hugh doesnât even hesitate. He scrambles on your bed and sits up, leaning back against your headboard. He reaches the end of his shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it to the side. Your mattress certainly isnât as big as his, but you both make it work. His hands move to the button and zipper of his jeans, undoing them quickly as his eyes take in your frame and the position youâre in. Youâre leaning forward on your hands, your tongue slowly darting out to lick your lower lip as your eyes move towards the center of his pants.Â
Hughâs exhausted and he knows he isnât going to last long, but he has missed you so much. He knows that this relationship is still new and not that many people know about it, but the more he leaves you, the more he realizes that he wants more of this. He wants everyone in the world to know that youâre his and while he wants to make sure youâre comfortable and move at your own pace, he canât help but feel excited to know that one day youâd both get there.Â
âTake off your pants,â you tell him, slowly crawling towards him as he parts his legs for you.
âI kinda like this side of you,â Hugh smirks, pushing his pants and boxers down his legs and tossing them over the bed. He groans at the relief in pressure, looking down at himself to see his manhood at attention. He reaches down and grasps himself, holding onto his base and tugging a few times.Â
You would never get over the sight of his manhood. So long and girthy, leaking at the tip, and hair at his base. Every time, youâre at a loss for words. Heâs so beautiful and you try to show some restraint, wanting so badly to just wrap your lips around his length and gagâ
âCome âere,â Hugh calls out, breaking you out of your thoughts. âTake that shirt off, baby.âÂ
You nod and sit up on your knees, pulling the shirt off your body, now only clad in your panties. Slowly, you then crawl towards him, settling yourself between his legs as you gently push away his hand to replace it with your own. Once you wrap your fingers around him, barely able to grasp him in one hand, Hugh lets out a groan. You lean down, wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking the pre-come from his tip.Â
His large hand moves to your hair, holding it away from your face as he leans his head back against the headboard. âGod, baby,â Hugh moans.Â
Your tongue swirls around his tip as your hand strokes his base. You love doing this for him, just as much as he loves going down on you too. Just like him, youâre always so crazed and yearning for more. You feel Hughâs hand move to the back of your head, urging you to go further down his length. You slowly begin to bob your head and with each movement, going further and further until you feel his tip hit the back of your throat.Â
Hugh lets out a loud moan at that, accidentally thrusting his hips upwards for more. He hears you gag and he has to pull you away for a moment so that you can catch your breath, eyes gazing down at you as he sees tears stinging the corner of your eyes.Â
âSorry. I got carried away,â Hugh pants, his manhood throbbing for more. âI justâ You lookââ
âShh,â you interrupt him, placing your mouth back onto his cock and beginning to quicken your pace. Your head bobs up and down, going further until you feel the tip of your nose brush against the hair at his base. Heâs so deep in your mouth and youâve learned to relax your throat because the sounds that come out of him is something that you yearn for more of.Â
Hugh lets out a litany of curses under his breath, hand gripping your hair as he watches you. Your hand pumps him in time with your mouth moving along him and he shuts his eyes, head hitting the back of the headboard as a loud moan escapes his lips.Â
âBaby,â he growls, feeling the tightness build in his lower stomach. âBaby, Iâm about toââÂ
You interrupt him by lowering yourself until you hit the back of his throat again. You donât slow down and you donât make a move to pull away because you know that Hughâs close and you want nothing more than to taste him and swallow.Â
When Hugh realizes that you werenât going to pull away, itâs enough to make him reach his climax. He holds your head down against him as his hips slightly lift upwards. You pull inches away, your mouth still around his length, as you feel his come in your mouth. You open your eyes to look up at him, lips slightly parted, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving, as he releases his spend.Â
You swallow immediately, tasting the salt of his release as you slow your movements. You continue to suck and stroke until he shudders, gently pulling you away from him as his manhood softens against his lower half.Â
You sit up on your knees and swallow again, licking your lips as you stare up at him. You wipe the fallen tears away from your eyes, lips swollen as you tilt your head at the sight of him. Hugh slowly opens his eyes and stares at you, a small smile lining his lips.Â
âThatâs a nice thing to come home to,â Hugh smiles, lowering himself on your bed and pulling you into his arms. âThat was amazing.âÂ
You smile, leaning up to kiss his shoulder. âI canât help myself sometimes. Youâre just soââ you stop yourself, biting your lower lip. âAnyway, Iâm glad youâre home.âÂ
âIâm glad Iâm home too, baby.â Hugh kisses the crown of your head and pulls you against his chest.Â
You try to pull away from him to grab the shirt from the floor, but he just pulls you back to him. âHugh,â you giggle.Â
âNo,â he smiles sleepily. âYou donât need a shirt.â
âWhat if I get cold?âÂ
âIâll warm you up,â he says softly, leaning over to kiss your temple. âI really did miss you, love.â Hughâs eyes slowly fall shut, feeling completely satisfied and relieved to be with you now.Â
âI missed you too, Hugh,â you respond, head resting against him. âGet some sleep, baby.âÂ
Hugh nods and within minutes, his snores begin to fill your small room.Â
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Hugh decides to stay at your apartment for the next few days and it gives you a glimpse of what a ânormalâ life would be like with him. You know that youâre set to meet Shawn and Ryan soon and as the day nears, you feel your nerves begin to settle in the pit of your stomach. You donât tell Hugh though, not wanting him to have to worry about you.Â
âSo,â you tell him, trying to think of anything else but the meeting with Shawn and Ryan. âI was thinking we can tell our trainer about⌠You know, about us.âÂ
Hughâs eyes light up, turning to look over at you. Youâre both sitting on your couch, his arm draped over the back of it as you snuggle against his side. âYeah?â Hugh canât help the excitement bubble within him. He knows youâre still a bit wary about this relationship, but if he had it his way, heâd let the whole world know youâre his. âAre you sure, baby?âÂ
You nod, looking up at him as an arm drapes over his midsection. âBesides, I think she already knows. Itâs not like you try to hide it when weâre at the gym.â
âMe?â Hugh playfully gasps, looking into your eyes. âYouâre the one who canât keep their eyes off of me.â
You roll your eyes. âOkay, we both know thatâs a lie,â you tell him, though, you know youâre only lying to yourself. Â
âIs it though, baby?â Hugh smirks, pulling you onto his lap as he looks up at you, hands resting on your thighs. âYou do this thing, and Iâm almost certain you have no idea youâre doing it.âÂ
âAnd whatâs that, hm?â
âYou bite your lower lip,â Hugh grins, bringing a hand up to run the pad of his thumb across your lower lip. âWhen your eyes zero in on my arms⌠especially when weâre doing biceps.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at him, bringing your arms to drape over his shoulders. âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â you say innocently.Â
âOh, so now we wanna act all innocent? You were all talk a minute there,â he chuckles, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.Â
âOkay, hush you,â you smile, burying your face against the side of his neck. He holds you like this for a few moments, but he can tell thereâs something else on your mind. He runs his hands along your back and up your shoulders, and back down to your waist. He can feel the tension in your shoulders, can hear the quiet sigh that escapes your lips, your breath fanning against the side of his neck.
âWhatâs up?â he asks quietly, slowly pulling you back so that he can look into your eyes. âWhatâs on your mind, love?âÂ
âNothing,â you tell him, shrugging a shoulder.Â
Hugh sighs. âYouâre a terrible liar, dâya know that?âÂ
You roll your eyes. âIâm not lying.âÂ
He lets out a quiet chuckle and brings a hand up to your cheek, gently cupping it. âTalk to me. What can I do to help ease that mind of yours?â
âHow do you know somethingâs bothering me?â
Hugh sighs, tilting his head. âYou know, Iâm very observant. Especially when it comes to you.âÂ
âAh, so you stare too.â
Hugh chuckles lightly, knowing that this is only your way of trying to lighten the mood. âWell, obviously, but thatâs besides the point. I donât know how I can ease that mind of yours if you donât talk to me, baby. We talked about this alreadyâŚâÂ
âI know,â you sigh. âI know. I just donât want to burden you with my problems andââ
âYour problems are my problems, baby,â Hugh says seriously. âLet me help you. Whatâs going on?âÂ
âIâm just nervous,â you tell him. âMeeting Ryan and Shawn⌠I just donât want to disappoint them and what if they realize that my work isnât even that great and then also, itâll be the first time Iâm meeting your friends andââ you ramble, feeling him lean in to peck your lips.Â
âOkay, first of all,â he says, pulling away. âYour work is absolutely amazing and they already know that. And second, as long as Iâm happy, thatâs all that matters to them. Just be you, baby. Thatâs what got me in the first place,â he smiles. âDonât try to be anyone else, but you. You make me happy and I havenât felt this way in a very long time. That means something to me.âÂ
You nod, looking deeply into his eyes. You can sense thereâs something else he wants to say because you also want to say it too, but itâs too early. Itâs only been a couple of months and you donât want to scare him away, but youâd be lying if you said that your feelings for him werenât getting any deeperâŚÂ
Because it was.Â
And youâre afraid to fall because you know that if you do, thereâs truly no going back.
âI justââ you sigh, leaning in to press your forehead against his. âI just want you happy.â
âI am happy, baby,â he replied quickly, lightly pecking your lips. âIâm happy with you, love. Youâll be okay,â he promises. âBesides, Iâll be there with you.â
You nod and wrap your arms around his shoulders tightly, burying your face against the side of his neck. Hughâs hands come up to your shoulders and he can feel a tremendous difference. Thereâs still some tension, but itâs certainly not like how it was before.Â
âOkay, I believe you,â you tell him, pulling back to look down at him. âShould we go get ready for the gym?âÂ
Hugh nods, standing up from the couch with you holding onto him. You smile down at him, legs wrapped around his waist as you lock your ankles together at his lower back. He holds you up against him, leading you down the hallway to your bedroom.Â
âIf I wasnât training to get back into shape for the Wolverine, Iâd take you right here,â he says quietly, leaning in to pepper kisses along your neck.Â
âWe literally had sex earlier this morning,â you tell him with a giggle, hands playing with his hair at the nape of his neck.Â
âDo you know what you look like?â Hugh says, gently setting you on your feet once you both get to your bedroom. âYou make me feel young again,â he teases.Â
âAh, right,â you tell him, grabbing the ends of the shirt youâre wearing and pulling it over your head, tossing it in his direction. âI forget youâre such an old man,â you tease, walking shirtless to your closet to change into your workout clothes.Â
Hughâs gaze darkens and he strides over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. His hands come up to cover your breasts, kneading them into the pit of his palms. âHow about I just bend you over right across your dresser and justââ
âHugh!â you whimper pushing back against him. âWe have to get to the gym.â
Hugh grunts and then pulls away, turning you around so that he can look at your exposed chest. âFine,â he says with a huff. âBut after our workout, weâre coming back here and youâre gonna let me have my way with you.â
âOh, Iâm gonna let you, huh?â you grin, running your hands across his hardened chest.Â
âYeah, you are,â Hugh growls, stepping closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you flush against him. âNow, go and get ready or else weâre never going.âÂ
You turn around to grab clothes and feel Hugh smack your backside, causing a gasp to escape your lips. You look over at him and heâs staring at you with a grin and winks in your direction before walking away to let you finish getting ready.
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You and Hugh are both halfway through your workout, both already drenched in sweat from yet another tough workout from your trainer. You get a brief break and walk up to your trainer, taking a deep breath. This will be the first person that youâll be telling about your relationship and youâre a bit nervous. It still feels surreal to say (or even believe) that youâre in a relationship with Hugh Jackman.Â
âHey you,â your trainer says, smiling in your direction. âGreat first half of the workout.â
âYeah right,â you laugh quietly, using your towel to wipe the sweat off your brow. âI felt like that just kicked my ass. Listen, I wanted to tell you something andâŚâÂ
A knowing grin lines her lips. âWhatâs that?âÂ
Your eyes narrow in her direction, tilting your head. âWhy are you looking at me like that?âÂ
âNo reason,â she chuckles. âWhat did you want to tell me?âÂ
You look over your shoulder at Hugh whoâs looking down at his phone and your eyes linger on his arms, especially his arms. When he looks up at you, he winks in your direction and you clear your throat, turning your attention back to your trainer. âSo, Hugh and I⌠Weâre in a relationship⌠Itâs still new, butââ
âI knew it,â she interrupts you with a larger smile. âYou guys donât make an effort to hide it, you know,â she laughs. âYou stare at him a lot.â
âOkay, letâs never tell him that because he wonât ever let me live it down if you do,â you laugh. âBut, Iâm really happy. Like extremely happy and Iâm afraid Iâm going to end up self-sabotaging it because I donât know what a healthy relationship looks like, but heâs⌠Heâs amazing.âÂ
âTake it day by day,â your train responds. âYou deserve a good man and Hughâs definitely one of the good ones. Let yourself be loved the way you deserve,â she tells you.Â
âThank you,â you reply, pulling her into a hug. âYou know just all the right things to say, you know that?âÂ
She hugs you tightly and then releases you, smiling at you. âLots of experience. Now, letâs get back to the workout.âÂ
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By the end of the work out, youâre lying on the mats trying to catch your breath. Youâre about to stand up before you feel Hugh hover above you in a high plank position, his hands resting above your head at shoulder-width distance.Â
âCare to motivate me to complete my finisher?â he grins, looking down at you as he tightens his core to keep himself upright.Â
âI donât think I can even move,â you chuckle, looking up at him. âThat workout wasââ
âDonât gotta move, baby,â he winks, pushing himself down in a push-up, chest hovering inches above yours as he leans down to peck your lips. âJust motivate me with your kisses, can you do that for me?âÂ
âThatâs gonna motivate you?â you tease. âAnd how in the hell are you holding this push-up position?âÂ
Hugh just chuckles and then pushes himself back up. âJust answer the question. Every time I come down, gimme a kiss. Seems easy enough, isnât it?âÂ
âIf I must,â you wink. âNow, come on then. Finish this last exercise so you can take me back home and have your way with me,â you repeat.Â
Hughâs eyes narrow, pushing himself down into a push-up. You meet him halfway and lean up to peck his lips before he pushes himself upright. He continues this for a few more reps, but youâre beginning to distract him because you bring your hands up his chest to his shoulders and down his flexed arms.Â
âI have one more set, baby, stop that,â Hugh says, pushing himself down and pecking your lips. He notices the look in your eyes and he can feel himself stirring within his shorts. âYouâre not helping me,â he chuckles.Â
âI think Iâm helping you plenty,â you reply. âBut are you helping me?âÂ
Hugh pushes himself down once more, but moves his head to the side of your neck as his lips brush against you. He feels you shudder against him and let out a shaky breath. He barely pushes himself back up as he moves to hover his lips closely over yours. âI will be after this.âÂ
âMmm, promise? Because all Iâve been able to think about is you bending me over andââ
Hugh growls and moves into a high plank once more. He looks down at you, watching as you bite your lower lip. He doesnât bother replying to you, wanting to just finish his last set of this exercise so that he can just take you back home.Â
âOkay, get on up and meet me in the car while I finish this.âÂ
âYou donât need me to motivate you anymore?â you ask innocently, batting your eyelashes at him.
Hugh shakes his head and then stands up, reaching down to pull you on your feet. His hand darts out to rest on your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. He has to remind himself that youâre both still at the gym and while your trainer isnât in the same room, he canât just take you here.Â
âGo to the car and wait for me there,â he repeats.Â
âOr⌠what?âÂ
Hugh lets out a low growl, gaze darkening. He steps closer to you, pulling you flush against him at the same time as his lips hover near your ear. He whispers quietly, voice laced with desire and it shoots straight to your core. âOh, baby, are we not gonna be a good girl today?â He nudges against you, hand dipping from your hip to move around your lower back, inching further to grasp your backside. âBecause Iâm sure you remember what happens when you ainât being good.âÂ
âBut, what if I like being bad?âÂ
âThen donât whine and beg for me to let you come,â Hugh says with a husky voice. You can feel chills wash over your body as you pull back to look up at him, eyes narrowing in his direction. âNow, meet me in the car. Iâll be there shortly.âÂ
You want to call his bluff, but you just want him so badly that you move away with a huff. âFine,â you tell him, turning around to grab your bag. He reaches for your hand for a moment, his touch soft and gentle in comparison to the words he just said as he pulls you back to him.Â
âGimme a kiss at least.â
âSo needy, so demanding,â you tell him, leaning up on your toes to peck his lips.Â
âYeah, weâll see whoâs needy later.â he replies almost instantly.Â
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The ride back to your apartment was quick. You can tell Hugh was trying to get back to your place in record time. His right hand remained on your upper thigh, but throughout the entire ride, he didnât say anything. You know where his mind had drifted to, what he was probably thinking because when you reached over to rest your own hand on his thigh, he just grabbed your wrist and pushed it away.Â
âNo, baby,â was all he said. The moment he pulls into his parking spot at your apartment complex, he quickly climbs out to grab your bags from the trunk. You step out of the car and begin walking towards your door, looking over your shoulder at Hugh whose eyes are staring directly at you.
And once inside your apartment, Hugh drops both of your bags and shuts the door with his foot. The moment you both remove your shoes, Hugh is on you. His arms wrap around your waist, head dipping down to press light kisses on the side of your neck. He pulls you flush against him and he hears you gasp, knowing that you can feel his hardening length beneath his shorts.Â
âHughâŚâ you whimper, arms snaking around his shoulders. âCan weââ
âShh,â Hugh interrupts, lifting you in his arms as you quickly wrap your legs around his waist. He begins walking down the hallway towards your bedroom until he feels your lips on his neck, gently biting down and sucking on the skin afterwards.Â
Suddenly, Hugh stops and turns you so that your back is pressed against the wall. He pulls back to look at you, grabbing your hands and pressing them roughly against the wall above your head. Your legs remain tightly wrapped around him, rolling your hips slowly as you yearn for friction, yearn to feel more of him.Â
Hughâs gaze is filled with lust as he stares at you, gripping your wrists as he leans forward, nose nudging against yours. âI should punish you for not listening to me earlier, for teasing meâŚâ Hugh says, his breath fanning against your lips.Â
âBut?â you ask, tilting your head as you squeeze him closer to you. âBut youâre too nice and wonât do that, right?â you smile, letting out a quiet giggle.Â
Hugh shakes his head and rests his forehead against yours. âYouâre really testing me, arenât ya? And you know exactly what youâre doinâ.â
âI have an idea,â you tell him, leaning in to gently nip at his lower lip. âHow about we take a shower and⌠and see what happens?âÂ
Hugh lets out an involuntary groan, just thinking and imagining bending you over in your shower or even just holding you up in his arms like this while the water cascades down your bodies. He suddenly sets you back onto your feet, releasing your wrists as he looks down at you.Â
âLead the way then, baby.âÂ
âYeah?â you ask excitedly, eyes lighting up in anticipation. Without waiting for him to reply, you grab his hand and lead him towards your bedroom and into the connected bathroom. Once inside, you release your hold on him and lean over the tub to let the water run so that it can heat up. You reach out to test the temperature, feeling the water hit your hand. When you turn back to Hugh, heâs already stripped down to his boxers with an obvious bulge beneath it.Â
Your eyes take in his frame, moving along his chiseled and muscular upper body and down to the waistband of his boxers. You swallow quietly, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and pulling it down your legs. Hugh stands there, watching you undress as he moves his boxers down his own legs. He lets out a groan of relief, hand immediately reaching down to grasp onto his throbbing length to stroke himself slowly.Â
Your clothes pool at your ankles as you stand before him, completely naked and bare, watching as he strokes himself at the mere sight of you. You feel a wetness pool between your legs, throbbing and yearning to wrap around something.Â
Hugh takes the initiative to step inside the shower, the water instantly hitting his sore muscles and the heat of the water doing its job to provide relief. He watches you step inside with him and immediately, he reaches out to grab you and pull you flush against him. The water cascades down both your bodies from above as you reach up to stroke back your wet hair and see Hugh do the same. You lean up on your toes and slowly press your lips against his, moving it almost instantly as you feel his manhood stir and throb against your lower abdomen.
His hands move down your wet back and to your backside, gripping both cheeks tightly in his large hands as he feels your breasts push against him. Heâs throbbing so painfully that he knows he canât tease you and drag this out long enough to have you begging because he needs to be inside of you now.Â
Slowly, Hugh pulls away to look down at you. Eyes searching your own and itâs in this moment that Hugh feels like this can be something so much more than he expected it to be. He reaches up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against you as the water continues to trickle down your bodies.Â
âAbsolutely beautiful,â he whispers.Â
When Hughâs gaze softens like this, eyes staring deeply into your own, it almost feels like you know what heâs thinking, what he wants to say but doesnât. You feel his thumb move down your cheek until the pad of his thumb brushes lightly along your lower lip, causing your lips to part instinctively.Â
âHugh, IââÂ
He interrupts you with a soft kiss on your lips. âI know, baby. Iâm gonna take care of you.â Then, he turns you around, eyes drifting down your back to your backside. Hugh then moves a hand to your middle back and slowly guides you to bend over as you reach out to rest your hands on the shower wall in front of you.Â
Hugh grasps himself and runs his tip along your folds, growling to himself. He uses his free hand to rest on your hip, fingertips digging into your flesh as he slowly slides into you. Your warmth and tightness surrounds him and he forces himself to keep the slow pace, your moans mixing in with the sounds of the water. He reaches up to take hold of your wet hair in his grasp, tilting your head slightly to the side so that he can see your face.Â
You moan loudly at the feel of him stretching you out. You donât think youâd ever get used to his size, but despite the painful stretch in the beginning, you know that your walls will slowly begin to give way for him. And youâre always dripping wet for him that he just slides right in and this is certainly no different.Â
When Hugh fills you to the hilt, he has to remain still for a moment because youâre gripping him so tight that he knows once he starts to move, he wonât be able to stop until he reaches his high. But he suddenly feels you move back against him, eyes immediately drifting down to your backside as this position gives him such an amazing view. He moves his hand from your hair to your hip as both hands grip you and begin to move you back and forth on his hardened length.Â
Your moans filter into the bathroom, the steam from the shower encompassing the entire bathroom. As Hugh pulls you back against him, he pushes his hips forward, groaning to himself at the sensation of your warmth. Hugh will never get enough of this, of you. Heâs had plenty of conversations with Ryan about you, about how he can see himself falling so deeply in love with you that it not only scares him, but also excites him too.Â
âHughâŚâ you moan, reaching back to grab a hold of his forearm as your nails dig into the skin. His thrusts are slowly beginning to pick up in speed, the sound of skin slapping against one another now mixing in with the sounds of your moans and the water that has now turned cool.Â
âOh, baby,â Hugh groans, taking your hand and holding it firmly against your lower back. He pulls back, looking down at where youâre connected and it turns him on even more. Your slickness coats his entire length and he pushes back into you with ease, your walls giving way to his girth but still so tight around him.
You feel your body begin to tremble as Hughâs thrusts bring you closer and closer to the edge. As youâre about to reach your high, you quickly pull away from him, his length slipping out of you with ease. You turn around to face him, biting your lower lip as Hugh looks at you with a confused look.
âYou were close, werenât you?â Hugh smirks, stepping closer to you.Â
âSorry, it was too much and Iââ
Hugh presses his lips against yours and then lifts you up into his arms, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist with ease. He uses his free hand to reach down to grasp his base, lining himself at your entrance. He pressed your back against the shower wall as he slowly slides back into you, growling against your lips.Â
Your arms wrap around his shoulders as your fingernails dig into the skin at his upper back. He wastes no time in thrusting up into you, his hands resting underneath you. Heâs careful not to slip, even with the water continuing to run down but he needs you to to come, needs to see and hear you. Slowly, he pulls away from your lips, forehead instead resting against yours as your lips brush against his.Â
âCome for me, baby,â Hugh whispers, driving his hips upwards. The muscles in his arms and chest flex as he holds you up against the wall, pulling his hips back only to push them back towards you, his length kissing that sweet spot within your depths repeatedly.Â
Your walls begin to tighten around his length and you squeeze your legs even tighter around him to pull him closer to you as your nails drag down his back. âHugh!â You hold onto him tightly, feeling his movements become more erratic.Â
Hugh buries his face against the side of your neck, teeth dragging along your skin as he feels himself get closer and closer to the edge. He feels you tighten even further around him and he pulls out abruptly to shoot his release in the inside of your thigh.Â
You stare at him, completely breathless as you lean forward to peck his lips lightly. âWe didnât even shower,â you tease, panting against him.
Hugh chuckles, nudging the tip of his nose against yours. âWorth it,â he replies. âAnd you called my bluff⌠I just couldnât tease you and have you beg when all I wanted to do was just be inside of you.â
âGoodâŚâ you smile, slowly unwrapping your legs around his waist so that you can fully stand upright. Your legs feel a bit wobbly, bracing yourself on his shoulders as his hands move to your hips. âBecause Iâd have been a mess if you left me begging.â
âMmm,â Hugh grins. âThat doesnât sound too bad. Maybe next time,â he winks. âNow, come on. Letâs get cleaned up, love.â
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For the rest of the week, youâre spending it at Hughâs place. Itâs easy how you both can slip into a routine with each other and how well you both coexist. Even though this relationship is still very new and in the beginning stages, youâre starting to see exactly how easy you can fit into Hughâs life. You still have some reservations, still nervous that this might not work out, but the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is something youâd want to give a chance for the possibility of being something greater than you ever imagined.Â
Youâre set to meet Ryan and Shawn tonight and youâre nervous. Knowing that Hugh would be there with you does ease your mind, but this is the first step in truly seeing if you can fit into his life.Â
Youâre in the kitchen, whisking pancake batter in a bowl to cook breakfast for you and Hugh. Youâve gotten used to wearing his clothes and this morning is no different because youâre just dressed in one of his black t-shirts and nothing but. Youâre so deep in thought, focused solely on making breakfast that you donât hear him coming down the stairs and it isnât until you feel his arms wrap around you from behind that it pulls you out of your trance.Â
âMorning, baby,â he whispers, leaning down to kiss the side of your neck. âMaking me breakfast?â
âMhm,â you nod. âProtein pancakes and then some scrambled eggs.âÂ
You turn your head and kiss his cheek, smiling in his direction before you continue to whisk the batter.Â
âYou spoil me,â he smiles. âIâm going on a run with a few friends, but I should be back by the time youâre done.â Hugh then pulls away from you to grab a glass of water as you turn to look at him. Heâs dressed in a fitted white t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants, tennis shoes, and a hat. Your eyes take in his frame, lingering at his arms and chest and down his legs. It isnât until he clears his throat that you finally look up at him whoâs staring at you with a knowing smirk.Â
âWhatâs on your mind, hm?â Hugh grins.Â
âYou just lookâŚâ you bite your lower lip, reaching down to play with the end of your (his) t-shirt. âI like seeing you in a white t-shirt and the one youâre wearing is literally about to rip. Itâs so tiny!âÂ
âIt is not,â Hugh chuckles, eyes lingering on your frame as well. âIâm just getting biggerâŚâ
âOh, Iâve noticed,â you grin and walk towards him, hands running across his chest as you feel him flex underneath your fingertips. âI like you either way, but seeing you get into shape as Wolverine again is justâŚâÂ
Hugh leans down and pecks your lips, hand moving down to your hip. âOh, I know. You practically stare at me every chance you get.âÂ
âDo you blame me?âÂ
âNot at allâŚâ Hugh smiles, staring deeply into your eyes. âBut thatâs only because I stare at you every chance I get too.âÂ
âWeâre quite the pair, arenât we?âÂ
âIâd say the best pair,â Hugh says softly. âYou ready for tonight?âÂ
You shrug and move your arms to wrap around his shoulders. âNo, Iâm nervous⌠But I think knowing that youâll be there helps a bit.â
âJust a bit?â
You smile. âOh yeah, a very tiny bit.âÂ
Hughâs eyes narrow. âIf Iâm only gonna help a tiny bit, then I might as well not go with you.â
âNo!â you say immediately, shaking your head. âDonât do that. I need you there.â
âAh, so more than a tiny bit.â
âYes,â you laugh quietly. âSince youâll be there, I know Iâll be okay.âÂ
âYouâd be okay with or without me there,â Hugh reassures. âBut Iâm happy to spend time with you, Ryan, and Shawn tonight.â
âItâs going to be very casual, right?â
Hugh nods. âVery casual.â he pecks your lips lightly and then pulls away. âI better get going. Iâll be back soon, baby.âÂ
âHave a good run, Hugh,â you tell him, hands slowly sliding down his arms before you move back to the task at hand. Your eyes focus on whisking the batter as you move around in his kitchen to grab the necessary things you need to complete breakfast. Hugh watches you for a brief moment, eyes filled with so much love and appreciation that for a split second, he wants so badly to tell you what has been on his mind since his last trip.Â
But he doesnât.Â
Not yet.Â
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Youâre staring at yourself in the mirror, dressed in a pair of high waisted denim pants with a black, loose fit collared v-neck knitted sweatshirt. Your makeup remains light and natural and you play nervously with the black belt on your pants.Â
Hugh comes up from behind you, dressed just as casually in a pair of black jeans, black t-shirt with a black bomber jacket over. He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin against the side of your neck.Â
âYou look amazing.â Hugh smiles. âYou ready to go?âÂ
âIâm nervous,â you admit. âNot only do I want them to like my work, but thereâs a bit of added pressure because they know weâre together and theyâre both your closest friends andââ
Hugh quietly hushes you with a gentle kiss against your temple. âThey already like your work,â he reassures you. âAnd I talk about you all the time. Itâs like they already know you.âÂ
âI donât know if that helps me or not,â you tell him honestly. âI justââ You turn around to face him, looking up at him. âI just really like you and I want to get along with your friends, even if they are really fucking famous andââ
âStop,â Hugh says, gently resting his hands on your hips. âJust think of it as a night out with friends. Weâre gonna grab dinner and a couple of drinks and then call it a night.âÂ
âWhat if you realize that Iâm actually not all that great and then rethink this entire relationship?â
âOkay,â Hugh sighs quietly and rests his forehead against yours, eyes staring deeply into yours. âI like you, a lot, baby. I know this is still new for us, but thereâs nothing I want more than to be with you.â He brings a hand up to your cheek, thumb brushing against your soft skin. âJust be you.â
âBut what ifââ
âNope,â he interrupts. âWhat does our trainer tell you?â He tilts his head, eyes gazing into your own. âAh, yes. Self-talk, baby. You gotta treat yourself just as kindly as I see you treat others.âÂ
âOkay,â you nod, letting out a quiet sigh. âWe should probably go before I talk myself out of it.âÂ
âOh, I wouldnât let you back out,â Hugh smiles, taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom. Your heels click against the tile floor as you follow Hugh downstairs. âWeâre taking a car tonight. I know you still want to keep this relationship under wraps from press, so I figuredââ
âThank you, Hugh.â you say softly, following him out of his house and towards the black SUV parked out front. âYou think of everything, donât you?â
âI just want my girl to be comfortable and happy,â Hugh smiles.Â
My girl.Â
You slide into the car and immediately greet the driver, who looks at you from the rearview mirror with a shocked expression. Hugh slides in right next to you and shuts the door, hearing you make small talk with the driver and he smiles to himself. It baffles him how kind, sweet, and considerate you are to other people, but to yourself, itâs a very different story. He wishes he can make you see just how amazing you are or make you see the way he sees you.Â
Hugh also chimes in on the conversation as the driver begins driving away from Hughâs house and towards the city. His hand moves to rest on your thigh, looking down at you with a small smile on his lips. He leans in and kisses the side of your head, feeling your hand move to cover his own.Â
It doesnât take long before you and Hugh arrive at the restaurant. You look outside and let out a breath of relief, glad that you donât see one paparazzi as Hugh steps out first. He reaches a hand out for you and you tell the driver to have a good night before you take Hughâs hand and climb out after him.Â
He leads you inside and immediately spots Ryan and Shawn at the corner of the restaurant, waving in both of your directions.
âJust be you,â Hugh repeats, whispering into your ear as you follow closely behind him.Â
âWell, look who finally decided to show up,â Ryan teases, hugging Hugh as you bite your lower lip. You watch him greet Shawn before he turns to you, a large smile on his lips. He rests a hand on your lower back, urging you closer to the table.Â
âAnd this isâŚâ Hugh smiles, saying your name as he introduces you to Ryan and Shawn.
âOkay, youâve told us a lot about her, but you didnât say she was this beautiful,â Ryan replies, causing a quiet chuckle to escape Hughâs lips. You feel heat rise in your cheeks as you instinctively lean against Hugh for comfort, for support.Â
Just be you.Â
Just be you.
Just be you.
You take a deep breath and then reach your hand to shake Shawn and Ryanâs hands, smiling up at them. âIâm eager to hear what things heâs said about me if beautiful wasnât part of it,â you tease.Â
Hugh shakes his head and pulls out your chair, waiting until you sit down before he takes his spot next to you. Ryan and Shawn sit across from you, already each with a drink in front of them.Â
âI like you,â Ryan chuckles. âIâm Ryan.âÂ
âIâm Shawn.â
You smile and feel Hughâs hand move to rest casually on your thigh. You donât realize how much it brings you comfort and you glance up at him for a moment before you turn your attention to Shawn and Ryan.Â
âIâm a huge fan of you both⌠And Iâm excited to join you for the movie,â you tell them.Â
âOh, Hughâs shown us some of your work and itâs impressive. I canât believe you only do engagement shoots,â Shawn says, his eyes lighting up. âI mean, those are great too, but your landscapes and street photography are amazing.âÂ
âI still canât believe it,â you tell him, laughing quietly. âI mean, Iâm just a woman with a cameraââ
âWho takes fucking awesome pictures,â Ryan finishes for you.Â
âHeâs right. Weâre excited to have you join us too.â Shawn adds.Â
Hugh smiles proudly in your direction, looking around the table as you continue to have a conversation with both Ryan and Shawn. He envisioned this so clearly, how well you fit in in his life and to see it firsthand, it makes him feel the love he has for you bloom in his heart.Â
He looks over at Ryan, whoâs staring back at him with a knowing grin. Hugh narrows his eyes, tilting his head before he interrupts you and Shawn briefly.Â
âRyan and I are gonna grab a drink at the bar. What dâya want, baby?âÂ
âWhite wine, love,â you say almost instantly, your pet name for him coming out naturally that it causes you to blush.Â
Hugh grins at that and then stands up with Ryan, walking towards the bar. He feels Ryan place a firm hand on his shoulder and he looks over at the other man, letting out a quiet chuckle.Â
âOkay, out with it. I know you have something to say.â
âWhat? Me?â Ryan playfully gasps then laughs quietly. âIâve got nothing,â he lies.
Hughâs eyes narrow. âWe both know thatâs a lie. What is it?âÂ
Ryan smiles genuinely. âYouâre happy.âÂ
âI am, mate. She makes me happy,â Hugh replies almost too quickly. He glances over his shoulder at you, seeing you in such natural conversation with Shawn. He doesnât see the tension in your shoulders, doesnât see the concern or anxiety in your features; youâre completely relaxed and comfortable.Â
âAnd sheâs great,â Ryan adds.Â
âShe is, isnât she?â Hugh smiles. âI thinkâŚâ he sighs, biting the inside of his cheek. âI think Iâm falling in love with her, Ryan.âÂ
âOh, I could have told you that,â he chuckles. âDoes she know?âÂ
Hugh shakes his head. âNo, no. Itâs still too early. I donâtâ I donât want to scare her away.âÂ
Once at the bar, Ryan raises a hand in the air to get the bartenderâs attention before he turns back to look at Hugh. âWell, something tells me that she probably feels the same way.âÂ
âYou donât know that, mate.âÂ
âHugh,â Ryan says. âDo you not see the way she looks at you?âÂ
Hugh looks over at you, catching your gaze briefly. He feels the warmth in his chest at the sight of you smiling in his direction. He winks over at you before he turns to Ryan. âItâs still too early,â he repeats. âIâll tell her when⌠when I think the moment is right.âÂ
Before Ryan can reply, the bartender comes by and Hugh tells him your drink order and his. After a few minutes, he thanks the bartender as he and Ryan make his way back to the table and realizes that you arenât at the table.Â
âShe went to the bathroom,â Shawn tells them, then he turns to Hugh with a grin. âHugh, sheâs amazing.âÂ
Hugh smiles, sitting down. He looks over at the hallway towards the bathrooms, seeing you walk down the hallway as you begin making your way back to them, back to him.Â
âYeah, she is,â he says, voice laced with so much love and appreciation as his eyes stay locked on yours. âI donât think Iâm ever letting her go.â
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what about aaron x inexperienced!reader,(Maybe she's a teacher? Or is that too close to ur other teacher ones?) who's like in her 30s but has never been in a relationship so is surprised when hotch asks her out, and she wants to date him yes but she is so awkward about it. She does not know how to date or flirt it's painful and funny, and this poor middle aged man has to navigate it because he likes her
âHello.âÂ
Hotch talks to you with a fondness that gives him away, he knows. He likes your surprise too much.Â
You flinch a few steps from your front door with one earphone in, the other falling out at your sudden movement. When you turn to him, he thinks youâre prettier than you know. You're shy and then smiling, all surprise swapped for an eagerness to see him.Â
âHi, Aaron. What are you doing here?âÂ
Heâd parked at the end of your street to stop your annoying neighbours complaining, and itâs no surprise you hadnât heard him coming âhe can be light on his feet when he wants to beâ yet he canât help feeling remorseful for sneaking up on you when he hears that breathlessness that colours your tone.Â
He laughs. âSorry, honey. Would you have liked some warning?âÂ
And flirting is just as bad as sneaking. He can practically see the steam pouring from your ears as you realise what it is heâs doing. âYes,â you say weakly. âI think so.âÂ
Hotch closes the stretch of sidewalk and gravel driveway between you to stop just in front of you. âSorry. Can I apologise? Is that okay?âÂ
âWhatââ You clutch your phone and keys to your stomach. âWhat sort of apology?âÂ
âA gentle one.â He raises his brows.Â
You touch his chest hesitantly. Hotch grins at your silent go-ahead, taking your upper arm into a hand to hold you as he ducks his head carefully to one side and leans in, your eyes falling shut. Your lips connect, a kiss heâd describe as tame and you perhaps wouldnât shared between you. Heâs very careful with you in your shyness, but his hand gets away from him, squeezing up your shoulder until his thumb is rubbing at your neck. You kiss back slowly. His chest burns with it.Â
He turns his head and takes a short second kiss, leaning away reluctantly.Â
He wants to ask, Forgive me? but he fears thatâll send you into a meltdown. Your eyes flutter open, mildly, mildly dazed, and he doesnât have the self control to stop from stealing half a hug. Face pressed to yours, his lips on your forehead.Â
âIâve come to see you because JJ thinks we might be requested out of state tomorrow. Or, sheâs hoping we will be. Thereâs a bad case sheâs following in Tampa that wonât accept our help.â Hotch pulls away to see you clearly. âAre you busy?âÂ
âNo.â You clear your throat. âNo, Iâm not busy. Youâre welcome. I mean, youâre always welcome to come see me.âÂ
Youâre so apologetic about it that Hotch actually considers sitting you down for the conversation heâs been planning early. Itâs evident to him that you are⌠inexperienced. Hotch is in no rush, and so doesnât care nor mind, and surely wouldnât care anyhow. But he doesnât like that you seem to mind.Â
He quite enjoys you. Itâs amazingly enjoyable to be met with this much timidity; itâs both endearing to watch you fluster and gratifying to think he can have this effect on you. It is only occasionally exhausting. (See: when he tried to rub an eyelash off of the well of your eye at dinner and you immediately closed your eyes to wait for it to be over, and then stammered for the rest of the evening, despite his well-intentioned hand on your thigh that failed to calm you.)Â
âWhat do you want to do?â you ask.Â
Honestly, heâs not fussy. Hotch just wanted time in your company. He thought about it on the way over, and he knows that women appreciate dinner and drinks and being shown proudly, but he also knows you for who you are, and he assumes that without prior warning, youâll likely want something small. Takeout, a cable box office movie. He wants to hold your hand and he wants to lay you out and kiss you, too, but mostly he wants to see your smile when youâre relaxed. Itâs ten times as beautiful as the flustered one. Your eyes get heavy and you let yourself press your cheek to his shoulder when the lights are off.Â
He takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger and guides your lips back to his.Â
Thereâs time for both tonight, kissing and your smile.Â
âI have some stuff to grade,â you say, letting your face fall forward, your nose to his lips. âLots of stuff Iâve been putting off, but Iâ Iâm a free agent after that.âÂ
âThen letâs grade them, honey.âÂ
âIâll order in?â you ask tentatively.Â
âYeah, whatever you want.â You laugh guiltily. He pulls back. âWhat? Whatâs that laugh mean?âÂ
âI think we should go inside.âÂ
You offer your hand, which he takes, but heâs too stubborn to let it go as you lead him to your door. âWhatâs funny? Donât make me ask you again.âÂ
You laugh again. âAaron, if I told you what I want, I think Iâd spend the next week in hiding. Or hospital.âÂ
âYeah?â he asks.Â
âStop. Just⌠let me grade my milk cartons and tease me afterward.âÂ
Hotch smiles to himself and gives the back of your hand a loving rub. Itâs as good a plan as any for the night.Â
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Unabashed Seduction
Tags: mommykink (...the rest of the tags are relatively vanilla, I think)
Warning: 17k words
The night was not turning out how I expected it to go.
I was dressed to kill, freshly washed, put on enough cologne to be noticeable but not too much as to be overbearing, spent probably close to half an hour styling my hair, even properly shaved my pubic hair and sprayed some ball toner for good measure too. I even scouted the bar before coming here; some friends had recommended this place as a great new spot to pick up chicks, but there hasnât been one Iâve talked to that hasnât been too wasted to feel good about taking back to my place.
âSorry babe, Iâd love to stay and chat some more but I gotta wake up early tomorrow.â
âAaw, why?â
The girl I was currently talking to was hot, for sure, but I could pretty much smell the alcohol from her breath. âYou make sure you get home safely, alrighty, princess?â
âWhy donât you take me home then?â
Her voice was filled with seductive intent, but I was long past the point of interest. âSorry, sweetie. How about an Uber instead?â
âIâll make it worth your while,â she continued with her low, sultry tone, but when I didnât budge, she switched to a whinier tone, âCome on, Iâm dying to get fucked.â
I could feel her tits pressing up against my arm, but tempting as they were, there was no way she had the capacity to consent in her current state. âGive me a sec, ok?â
It took a few more minutes to send her on her way back home, leaving me back inside the bar, eyeing the rest of the crowd. There was no shortage of girls, but none of them caught my eye.
Tonightâs not my night, I guess.
Deciding that I better head home before some other drunk-out-of-her-mind chick decides she wants to go home with me and isnât as good about giving up as the previous one, I downed the rest of my drink. Before I set out to leave, another last-minute scan of the crowd stopped me dead in my tracks when my eyes landed on her.
At first, all my eyes told me about her was that she was a fine piece of ass; the way that spaghetti-strap white dress hugged and accentuated her curves was sublime, the fabric stretching perfectly over her tight, plump ass sitting prettily atop the bar stool that somehow didnât even seem to crease under her weight. But when she turned to the side to talk to the person next to her, the more than ample amount of cleavage spilling out of the top told me she had curves upstairs too; sure, she wasnât as big I usually liked them, but the confidence with which she bared them more than made up for that. The side profile or her face told me that it wasnât just her body that was fire: her lips were full and red, her eyebrows well-manicured and clean, her skin a perfect milky white with thighs that looked as soft as marshmallows, everything even down to her plunging neckline was perfection.
But where have I seen her before?
Before I could fully find the answer to that question, she turned back around, facing away from me to talk to someone on her other side.
Was she famous? She definitely had the looks for it. Or maybe she just had one of those faces that everyone seemed to recognize.
Stumped, I ended up pulling out my phone to take a picture of her to save the query for later. There was no way I would be able to come up with an answer given how buzzed I was at the moment. In that moment, while I was steadying my phone on her, something that I probably shouldnât have caught on camera happened.
While her left hand was covering the top of her drink, her fingers were slim enough to give way to tiny cracks that allowed for something to be slipped between. She mightâve been secure in thinking that they were small enough to adequately protect her drink, but evidently was mistaken: while she was turned away talking to the gal to her right, the bartender took a quick look around, pulled something out from his pocket, and slipped a small, white tablet into her drink.
What the fuck?!
The tablet dissolved in an instant, the fizzles from the tablet vanishing just as quickly as it was plopped into her beverage.
Seeing that sobered me up pretty quickly. Fortunately, I had the wherewithal to switch to video when I noticed the bartender taking one too many glances at her drink, and recorded the entire ordeal.
Was I seeing things correctly? Were they trying to use a date rape drug on her?
Watching the video over again, now that I was considerably less drunk, the identity of the woman came to me.
Oh shit, thatâs Tiffany Young, isnât it? That K-Pop girl who came to America to release a few English songs or something. Theyâre trying to pull this shit on a celebrity?
The more I replayed the few-seconds clip, the more certain I became. The amount of secrecy that the bartender employed, how abnormally quick his actions were for an innocent person, even the way the guy on Tiffanyâs left seemed to share a knowing glance at the bartender before slipping in the mini-tablet.
However, when I looked up from my phone, to my horror, Tiffany had already placed the glass to her lips and downed the rest of the glass.
Laughter and cheers erupted from the group after she did so, Tiffany smiling along with them.
Maybe I saw seeing things incorrectly. Maybe I was just being paranoid.
The quick glance and smirk the bartender and the guy shared was all it took for me to stand up.
Now that I thought about it, all the guys who recommended me this place werenât really ones to go to clubs much themselves. I had decided to overlook the rumors of this placeâs reputation, of drunk girls often getting taken advantage of, in favor of listening to the recommendations of my friends, but having witnessed it with my own eyes, I now had no doubt those rumors were true. Which meant, if even the bartender was in on it, then calling for security was a gamble that I couldnât afford to risk.
âExcuse me.â
I could barely hear myself over the overbearing music, and given how far I was from them, it was no wonder none of them reacted to me. From her actions to the way she was slightly slurring her words, I could tell she was already pretty drunk.
If sheâs that drunk, then it probably wonât take long for those drugs to kick in.
My walk turned into a brisk pace, pushing and maneuvering through the crowd as I watched another shot disappearing down her gullet.
âExcuse me!â
This time, both my distance and volume were enough to get the attention of all four parties.
The guy sitting next to Tiffany was the one who responded first. âWhatâs up, dude?â
âWhatâs up is that youâre trying to fucking slip date rape drugs into this womanâs drinks, bitch.â
He stood up and, in an instant, was right in front of me, bumping his puffed-out chest against mine. Although he stood an inch or two above me, I stood my ground, unphased. âWhat did you say to me?â
âExthuse me, whaâŚ?â
âYou heard me. Are you really so pathetic that you need to rely on drugs to get laid?â
He raised his arm with a balled fist, but I kept my eyes on him, unflinching. âYou just jealous I get to talk to the hottest chick in the club? You trying to play white knight in a pathetic attempt to get into her pants?
âExâExcuse me!â The two of us stopped, our attention turning towards the slightly red-faced celebrity. âWhat did you thay--say? A ⌠date wapeâ⌠dddate wwârrrappe ddrrug?â
I nodded. âI haveââ
âCome on Tiffany, are you really going to believe this desperate loser over me?â
ââas I was saying, I have videoââ
âYouâve been talking to me all nightââ Her eyes flickered back and forth between me and him, and I could tell that he was making good ground in convincing her otherwise. I needed to do something before I let these guys get away with it. ââand youâre suddenly going to trust this random guy who shows up? Youâve been fine so far, havenât you?â
âWell ⌠yeah, I hhavennâtââ I shoved the screen with the playing video in front of her without another word. ââwhatâreââŚâ she quieted down as her eyes focused on the smartphone in my hands.
Very quickly, I could start to see the panic in the guyâs eyes. âWhat are you doing, showing herââ the guy swiped at my phone, causing it to fly out of my hands and over the bar counter.
âYou saw enough though, right?â
The look she gave the guy was all the answer I need.
âWhat didââ from how much less she was slurring her words, I became hopeful it was a sign of sobering up after reaching the important part of the video, ââare you in on this with the bbâbartender?â
âWhat? The barâno! What are you talking about?â
I couldnât help but laugh at his stammering. âIf you werenât, then you wouldnât have smacked my phone out of my hand, wouldnât you?â
âThatâs a load of bullshit, I just knocked the phone out of your hand becauseââ a pause, a nervous twitch of his eyes and a quick sideways glance at the bartender, who I could tell was very deliberately staying away from this side of the bar considering how closely he was hovering around it not minutes before, before continuing, ââfor all I know, you couldâve been showing her some doctored video, or some inappropriate stuff.â
âRight, and you expect Tiffany to believe that?â
The two of us turned to her, who at this point was trying to get the attention of the bartender. âExthuse--Excuse me, bartender!â Her sharp, loud voice cut through the blaring music like a hot knife through butter, but even then, he barely moved. âExcuse me!â The volume of her voice rose, but still the bartender didnât budge. She leaned over, the woman on her right having evidently slipped away without my noticing. âExcuse me!â
This time, Tiffanyâs voice drew even the attention of the other patrons of the club, who started to glance over. Probably realizing he couldnât play dumb anymore, he walked over. âYes, how may I help you, miss?â
âThere thoudââ she furrowed her brows, slowing down her speaking rate while enunciating her words more carefully, ââshoould be a phhonne oon the grround sommewhherre near yyou, can you ppick it up?â
âA phone?â He angled his head down and did a quick sweep of the enclosed bartending area, just as quickly looking back up with a shrug. âI donât see a phone.â
âThere must beââ her eyes narrowed, and in the corner of my eye, I could see her pressing her legs together, as if tensing, ââthere must be, I saw it get knocked over. Can you look again?â He did the sweep with his eyes again, probably about 0.1 seconds slower this time, but Tiffany didnât let it slide. âNo,â she said, the clear frustration on her face worsening the slurring of her speech, âI mean down lookâI mean, get down and look.â
âIâm sorryâwas it your phone?â
Tiffany shook her head. I quickly glanced at the other guy, whose face was growing redder by the second. I grinned; checkmate, you fucking rapist.
âNo, it was thisââ again, a slight stutter in her words, and another quick glance at her allowed me to notice the slightly quicker rate at which her chest was heaving, and the fact that it was heaving in the first place, ââthis gentlemanâs.â
âIn that case, no can do.â
âWhat?â
âI noticed the commotion he was causing earlier, and while itâs not my place to take sides in bar-side squabblesââ yeah right, you were the one who slipped in the drug ââwhat I can do is think to myself, out loud, that him losing his phone is probably not the worst thing that can happen to a man like him.â
âAre you saying youâare you saying that because you were drinkââ Tiffany furrowed her brows in annoyance, her speech speeding up in clear parallel with her frustration but simultaneously causing her to trip over her words more, ââyou were the one who slipped that whiteâwhite thing into my drink?â
Hearing that sentence, as broken as it was, was probably one of the most satisfying things Iâve ever heard in my entire life. And that was coming from someone who has heard compliments from a porn actress that he fucks better than some of her coworkers.
ââŚExcuse me, what?â
âI saw the video,â she replied, still treading carefully over her words but still speaking with all the authority of a celebrity, âYou slipped something between my fingers, into my drink, while I was looking away. I didnât get to see the entire video because the phone was knocked onto the ground somewhere near you.â At this point, I could tell even the bartender was starting to have nervous sweats.
âI mean, if you let her watch the whole video, maybe she can have some good context as to what kind of a thing you slipped into her drink, right?â
âIâmâno, Iâm sorry miss, it mustâve been a mistake. Weâre a professional and well-known establishmentââ
âYeah, youâre certainly well-known alright,â I cut him off, poorly holding off a laugh, âwell known for taking advantage of drunk women.â
âBro, stop daydreaming. This is reality, you have to accept the fact that not every fucking woman in the world wants to sleep with you.â
âYeahââ
âThis white knight bullshit youâre doing is ridiculous, come on Tiffany, letâsââ
The manâs attempt to reach out to grab her wrist failed, Tiffany taking a hasty step back to dodge him, nearly stumbling into a backwards fall. Before I could reach out to catch her, her arm had shot out to the now unoccupied barstool behind her, setting herself back upright.
âNo. Iâmââ she quickly changed her standing stance, pushing her legs together again; this time, I couldnât help but notice her face a little redder than before, but even more noticeable were the beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead. Was that the drug starting to kick in? ââIâmâI canâtââ she took another hasty step back, stumbling again. This time, I was ready, my hand shooting out to grab her arm before she could fall onto the ground.
âLetâs get you out of here, first, Tiffany. Iâll call an Uber for you.â
âWhat do you thinkââ
âI have that video saved on my cloud. Do anything, follow us, and Iâll send that video straight to the police. Got it?â
The threat caused the pair to freeze in their tracks.
âTiffany, can you walk?â
She nodded, but a few steps told the completely opposite story. Fortunately, I was prepared to catch her. âSorryâŚâ
âNot a problem. Letâs go.â I threw her arm around my waist and secured hers with my own arm, pushing through the crowd towards the exit.
We barely made it a few steps before Tiffany pulled at my shirt. âWaitââŚâ
âDamian.â
ââDamian.â
This time, when I looked at her, I could tell her condition had worsened even more; she was panting pretty heavily now, her forehead almost glistening with sweat, her face beet-red and her legs pressed firmly together. So thatâs why it was so hard to walk; why was she so adamant about doing that? Was the drug creating some type of pain there?
âWhatâs wrong? Do I need to call 911?â
She shook her head. âLetâs sit down for a second.â
I acquiesced against my better judgement, finding a vacated table as far away from the crowd as I could find. As soon as we reached it, Tiffany all but collapsed onto the leather-padded booth seats, pulling me into the seat right next to her. âHow are you feeling? Do I need to call anyone?â
âWith what phone?â
Shit, thatâs right. My phone.
âEh, itâs not the first time Iâve lost my phone. I can just get another one.â
For some reason, that seemed to pique her interest. âWhat? âFirst timeâ?â
I thought back to that incident, where I found out the morning after one of the wilder nights of sex Iâve ever had that she was crazier out of bed than in it. âNever mind that, whatâs wrong?â
She turned towards me, a look that was all-too-familiar look on her face. âMe.â She uncrossed her legs, probably the first time she willingly parted her legs ever since the drugs seemed to kick in, slinging an arm across my torso while her leg did the same across my lap. In barely a second, the dark-haired woman was straddling my lap, her arms looped around my neck, and an intense gaze bearing down on me. âThereâs something wrong with me.â
âWhat?â
My attempts at trying to establish eye contact with her failed, her eyes instead electing to stare directly at my lips. I could slowly feel her pressing herself more firmly against my slowly-growing erection. âI feel like ⌠I need you. Now.â
Oh, fuck.
That desperate lust in her eyes, the way she was starting to grind against my hardening member, the fullness of her lips and the redness of her face and the neckline of her spaghetti-strap top slowly being pushed down and revealing more of her cleavage, it was all getting too overwhelming.
Sheâs drunk. I need to stop this.
âTiffanyââ
âJust a little bit.â
I took a deep breath, reigning in my raging hormones, everything in my body that was yelling at me to go! âNo.â
âPlease?â
Calm down.
âYouâre drunkââ
âJust a little bit, I promise.â
I was so distracted by trying to gather the strength to push the out-of-control celebrity off my lap that I was almost too late in catching her trying to undo the fly in my pants.
âStopâTiffanyââ
The burgeoning relief in her face was instantly replaced with a frustration as my hands wrapped firmly around hers, bringing them back to her sides. God, I feel like I could accidentally snap these wrists at any moment. âI need you so bad, pleaseâŚâ she whined, grinding harder against my crotch after another failed attempt at advancing her hand towards it. It mightâve just been my imagination, but I couldâve sworn I could feel her arousal leaking out of her and onto my pants in liquid form. ââŚit hurts so muchâŚâ
Jesus, what the fuck kind of drug did they feed her that got her like this?
âTiffany, you need to go back to your houseââ
âNo!â Her legs wrapped more tightly around my waist as I tried to slide her off me, simultaneously pressing those bountiful tits against my chest and planting her face against my collarbone. âI donâtâI canât, not withoutââ
I took in another deep breath. Control yourself, Damian. Not only is this woman drunk, but sheâs influenced by an evidently pretty strong aphrodisiac. She is doubly in no state to properly consent.
âLetâs find you some sleeping pills, thenââ
She shook her head against my neck. âNo no no, I donât need more drugs, I needâI need your cock.â
I could just about feel the skin on my palm breaking with how tightly I was clenching my free hand. âListen, Tiffany, as much as I would love to, youââ
âThen fuck me.â
âListen to me.â The words unintentionally came out as a growl, and when I realized that, my face morphed into one of horrified realization. âSorry, Iââ And, just as quickly, my face morphed into that of confusion. Why did she look even more turned on?
âYeah, punish me daddy, Iâve beenââ
âNo, stop.â I mustered every last ounce of strength I had to capture both of her arms, settling them at her sides. âTiffany, I donât mean to be rude, but please donât interrupt me.â I didnât know if my frustration was leaking through or if she was going through with the roleplay she manufactured out of nowhere, but frankly, I didnât care: I was just thankful she had finally decided to settle down. âYouâre drunk. You were fed some drug thatâs making you like this. That is two reasons you canât consent when normally one would suffice. Do you understand?â She didnât respond, unperturbed, as if the words went in one ear and out the other. I did tell her not to interrupt, but that didnât mean she couldnât even shake or nod her head. âListen, you need to go home and get some sleep. Before something happens to you that canât be undone.â Again, she didnât respond, maintaining strong eye contact with a smile on her face. âDo you understand?â No response. Was she really intending to maliciously comply with my request for her to not interrupt me? âAnswer me.â
âHm? What?â
I sighed. The words really went in one ear and out the other, huh? Maybe I shouldnât expect too much out of someone as obscenely drunk as her. âI saidââ
âYou talk too much.â
âDonât interââ
This time, it wasnât Tiffanyâs words that interrupted me, but her actions: namely, when she leaned forward and, with an amount of accuracy unbefitting a drunk person, promptly silenced me with her lips.
I couldnât help but enjoy the soft, velvety texture of her plump lips for a second, which were every bit as amazing to kiss as they looked, before pulling away.
âTiffââ
She manually silenced me again, with such accuracy I was beginning to wonder if she was actually drunk or not. But all I needed to do to answer that question was to taste the alcohol on her lips.
It took a second longer to shake her off again, but she was persistent. âWaitââ
With my hands busy holding her wrists in place, I could do nothing but try to dodge her assault. But, when I realized this scene, of a woman seemingly attempting to sexually assault a man, would only draw more attention, I stopped resisting as much. Tiffany, taking full advantage of the fact, leaned further into the kiss, wasting no time in involving her tongue.
And fuck me if it wasnât the hottest make out session Iâve ever had, with probably the hottest chick Iâve ever kissed, but the ever-present aftertaste of alcohol ruined any attempt of mine at trying to get into the mood.
When my grip of her wrists vanished, her arms instantly came up, looping around my neck to pull me deeper into the kiss. But despite all the strength she was finally allowed to use, she was still no match for me. âTiffany, bed.â
Those words were the only ones I could get out before I lost control of her again, but thankfully, she seemed to hear them over the blaring music of the club. âOh, youâre finally ready?â
I smirked, which apparently was all the answer Tiffany need to climb off me.
And to think I almost retired early to avoid the clingy girls who couldnât say no, only to end up with one anyway.
âThereâs a hotel just down the block.â
Thankfully, this time, Tiffany didnât protest, obediently following a few steps behind me as we exited the club and into the brisk early-autumn night. Obedient as she was, I could still tell how horny she was by how tightly she clung onto and how she had returned to the strange tight-legged walk, an action that I finally understood the meaning of: she was trying to contain her wetness, something that I confirmed had leaked onto my pants. Thankfully, they were dark enough so as to not be noticeable.
Although the walk was brief, I was thankful we werenât stopped or even around many other people; the only delay was at the hotel counter, where I briefly considered what type of room I should get before quickly deciding to get the most expensive suite of the hotel. This was Tiffany Young after all, and with what almost happened to her, she probably needed it.
âThank you for your patronage!â
The lady behind the counter bowed politely, but I could feel her gaze lingering on me as I dragged Tiffany onto the elevator, keycard in hand. I couldnât blame her; with how heavy Tiffanyâs panting has gotten, with how flushed her face had become, with how much she was pressing herself against me, it probably looked like I was the one who fed her that date-rape, aphrodisiac, whatever-it-was drug to her. At least Tiffany noticed too and was thankfully sound-minded enough to quell those suspicions, but even so, I could tell she figured something was off.
The doors to the elevator barely closed before Tiffany was all over me again, lips going straight to my nape while her arms and legs attempted to snake around my body.
âDamn itââ No, Iâm pretending like Iâm continuing this in the room ââat least wait until we get into the room.â
âWait?â
âSomeone might see.â
Tiffany paused for a second, shooting me a dangerously seductive smile. âLet them watch.â
Oh, fuck. I stopped to take a deep breath, again trying to reign in my raging hormones, stifling the image of Tiffany riding my cock in this elevator while the door opened to reveal a horrified yet turned on audience. This woman is drunk and affected by that bartenderâs drugs. I canâtâ
Out of the corner of my eyes, a glimpse of her cleavage caught my attention. Before I knew it, my eyes had fallen onto them, completely captivated.
It was only when the elevator dinged that I snapped out of it.
I canât let myself lose control. Fuck, why is she doing this to me? Why do I feel like I canât control myself when Iâm around her?
âTiffââ I had to almost lift Tiffany up and carry her out of the elevator with how little regard she gave to the fact that we had stopped ascending, ââTiffany, weâre here.â
Getting to the suite and unlocking it with the keycard was already a decently hard task when a woman was wrapped around me, but even harder when that woman was Tiffany. Every time she pressed her tits against my arm, every time she planted another kiss on my jaw, every time her hands slid across my abs, I wanted to stop what I was doing, pin her against the door I was struggling with, rip that pretty little dress off her lecherous body and ravish her right then and thereâbut that wasnât what I was here for.
As soon as the door closed behind me, I squatted down and picked Tiffany up in one fluid motion, a squeal erupting from the surprised celebrity. âOoh, whatâre you gonna do to me?â
âWouldnât you like to know.â
Thankfully, the walk to the bed was short, so Tiffany didnât have much more time to respond before I dumped her onto the soft mattress. The light of the half-moon streamed through the huge glass pane in the bedroom, illuminating Tiffanyâs figure strewn haphazardly across the white blankets of the bed. In contrast to the beautiful sight was her beet-red face, the sizable mounds on her chest heaving hard enough to be noticeable, her hands already having disappeared under the bottom half of her dress that was barely clinging onto her well-shaped curves. It took me what felt like a full minute to bring my suddenly spiking hormones down to a controllable level.
âDam-Damian?â
âSorry, I need to use the bathroom first. Iâll be right back.â
I was going to regret this. Or maybe I wasnât.
This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fuck such an irresistibly sexy and unforgivingly erotic woman, a globally-known singer, known by many, loved by many, and lusted over by many ⌠when was it ever going to present itself to me?
No. I have to be content, knowing that, at least, I didnât let Tiffany do anything she might regret.
⌠But fuck, if only she wasnât drunk, if only she gave me any reason to believe she could consent, thenâ
âWait! âyouâre lying!â
âthen I wouldâ âWhat?â
âYou didnât even look like you were in a rush.â Her words were spoken slowly, still somewhat slurred, but I could still very clearly distinguish every syllable that was coming out of her mouth. âAre you trying to ditch me?â
Being able to figure that out means that sheâs at least sober enough to use her brain enough to properly consent, right?
It didnât take a second for me to be disgusted with myself for thinking that. With how obviously drunk she was a second ago, there was no way she was sober enough to properly consentâthat aside, listening to her speak was already evidence enough for her lingering drunkenness. âNo, Iâm not ditching you. Iâll be right there, ok, Tiffany?â
âDonât lie to me!â
It was so hard to continue resisting the urge to give in. It felt like everything was working against me: how horny Tiffany had made me, the feeling of regret for walking away from such a golden opportunity, picturing what Tiffany looked like naked and imagining what it would be like to fuck her, that escalating voice trying to convince me that it was ok, even Tiffany herself was trying to stop me.
Just keep walking, Damian.
âDonât look down on me just because Iâm a little drunk! Is that what youâre worried about?â
I scoffed, turning around. âPlease, I fuck drunk girls all the time.â
Apparently, doing that was the wrong move. âSee, youâre lying! Itâs so obvious!â
Fuck, why did I have to be such a bad liar?
But the fact that she could tell that I was lying was yet another indication that sheâs sober enough to consent, isnât it?
âNo, Iââ I let out a frustrated sigh. ââIâm sorry Tiffany, have a good nightââ
Before I could sprint off, her brows furrowed and she keeled over in pain.
I barely had time to consider if it was an act before I was already at her side, hand gently patting her back. âWhatâs wrong?â
âIt hurtsâŚâ
âWhat? What does?â At least it doesnât seem like she was acting, with how she hasnât attacked me yet. âDo you need me to get you some medicine?â
She shook her head. âNo.â
âThen whatâŚ?â
âIt hurts,â she repeated, and when my eyes followed where her arms were leading to, the realization hit the moment she said the clarifying words, âMy pussy. It hurts so bad.â
Was that an actual thing? Did there exist such a drug that made a woman so horny, her pussy would start hurting?
âWhat are youââ I couldnât even bring myself to accuse her of lying though. With how much she was sweating and how badly she was groaningâeither she was one hell of an actress, or the drugs were really hurting her that badly.
See? Not only is she probably mentally sound enough to consent, but she actually needs you. It would be a disservice, both to myself and to her, to just walk away.
For the first time in my life, I conceded to my lust.
âIâll help you.â
She turned her head towards me, looking at me weakly. âR-Really?â
I reached down and flung the shirt off my body. I could feel Tiffanyâs gaze lasering in on my well-defined abs as I climbed onto the bed, one hand landing on her arm while the other on her stomach. âYou better not regret asking for this.â
My hands went between her legs, but before they even reached their destination, I could feel the heat emanating from her privates. Holy shit, that drug is really something elseâŚ
âNoâah, fuckâŚâ her protest was cut short when my hand found its target, the tips of my fingers instantly getting soaked upon pressing against her burning sex.
âLook at this, youâre so wet.â
âDamianâah, ah, fuck!â
Her hands fell to her sides, her legs spreading further apart, her dress hitching up to her hips, bucking desperately into my fingers as they played with her soaking wet folds. Her eyes fluttered shut, her back arching slightly off the soft mattress, lips parted and head thrown back.
âIt mustâve been hard, hiding all of thisââ I withdrew my hand, showing Tiffany, whose eyes opened back up as soon as my hands left her, her slick clinging onto my digits, ââhuh?â
âPlease, Damian. It hurtsâŚâ
âIt hurts?â
She nodded, her next sentence cut short with another shrill moan as I pushed three digits deep into her sex.
âFuck, oh myâoh, oh, fuckââ
Her eyes slammed shut again as I pumped the three fingers inside her, curling them against her fleshy, sticky walls. âDoes it still hurt?â
The only response Tiffany could give was the string of moans tumbling out of her mouth, squirming and legs tensing at the feeling of my fingers rubbing the fleshy interior of her vagina. The thumb, having nothing else to do, brushed over her labia, activating more of the nerves on the sensitive part of her nethers.
Tiffany communicated her pleasure well, but I could tell she wanted more. Her sighs and moans seemed to be coming out of her mouth in place of words she wanted to say, her hands were lightly placed at her stomach as if unsure if she should pull me further in or push me out, her eyes looked on at me with lust but also with the same desperation that initially drew me in.
âDamâDamian, I canât, I needââ she threw her head back again, letting out something between a squeal and a moan as my fingers curled inside her love canal.
Ah, so thatâs her G-spot, huh?
âOh fuck, right thereââ she let loose another loud moan as I again curled my fingers into that spot inside her. That one action caused the idol to completely forget about the request she was about to make, her legs subconsciously spreading further as I continued to rub the sensitive spot inside her.
âWhat did you need?â
âMoreâfuck Damian, right there, yes!â
âYou like that? When I put pressure right there?â
Tiffanyâs only response was to scream out in pure ecstasy. I couldnât help but grin at that, drinking in the delectable sight of Tiffany squirming on the bed, dress hanging onto her body for dear life, long eyelashes shut, full, red lips parted, every bit of her curvaceous body twisting and turning at my every move. Maybe this night wasnât going as badly as I initially thought it was.
âYes! More, please, more!â
To add onto the beautiful sight before me was the equally beautiful sound of her begging, her persistent moans, joined only by the occasional squeaking and shaking of the bed. I wondered if we were disturbing any of our neighbors who almost definitely were already asleep, but quickly realized I didnât care in the slightest.
âI wonder how many times I mustâve saved the world in my previous life to get the chance to do this to such a beauty like you.â
It felt like barely any time had passed, but I could already feel the pussy of the Korean-American celebrity start tightening around my fingers, hear the increasingly erratic panting and moaning from her lips, the wild ferocity with which her legs thrashed and her toes curled: all the telltale signs of an impending orgasm. And while I wouldâve loved to claim it was my immaculate skills with my fingers, nothing else but the interference of the drug could reasonably explain her state of near-climax so soon after I started.
âOh fuck, I didnât know fingers could feel so good inside meâŚâ
Her voice was breathless, her forehead glistening with sweat, but this time, instead of a visage of pained frustration that she wore while in the club, her face was now etched with that of pure ecstasy.
âIâm close, a little more, pleaseâŚâ
The words came out almost as a breathless whisper, a final plead for release, the strain in her voice, and the lust pouring out from every square inch of Tiffanyâs delectable body; seeing a woman squirm and twist as she succumbed to her orgasm was one of the reasons I became so practiced at using my fingers, but with Tiffany, that feeling turned up to eleven. I didnât want to just see her cum, I wanted to see her completely lose herself. I wanted to see her become a mess, I wanted her to forget her own name as she squirted all over me, the bed, everything.
That was exactly why, in the final moments before her climax, I shoved my face between her legs, exposing her clit with my thumb, surrounded the sensitive nub with my lips, and gave it a firm suck.
The suite erupted with Tiffanyâs ecstatic screams, a translucent jet of her ejaculate hitting me square in the jaw. I recovered quickly, lifting my head out from between her legs while letting her ride my fingers as the singer unleashed a beautiful melody of ecstasy and pleasure. I sat there and watched the beautifully erotic sight before me, of her voluptuous body violently shaking and her head pushed as far back into the pillow as it could go and her legs tensing and vibrating as jet after jet of her cum sprayed past my fingers and onto my arms and stomach.
After she pushed past that peak, her screams and moans turned into sighs and whimpers, the last bits of her cum dribbling out of her womanhood like a leaky faucet.
âLook at you, the famous Tiffany Young, well-renowned global superstar, reduced to a sexy mess. What millions of people wouldnât give to see you squirting so hard, I wonder.â Her eyes landed on the shirt I was wearing, now shining from being drenched with her fluids. âLooks like you owe me two now: one, for that orgasm, and two, for this shirt.â
It took Tiffany a few seconds to recover, a slight shudder running up her body as I extracted my fingers from her soaking wet heat, but when she did, her demeanor changed on a dime. âIâm so sorry,â she answered with a noticeable pout on her lips, shifting into a sitting position and then into a crawl, facing me. âLet me pay you back for that, baby.â
What is going on?
Very clearly, Tiffanyâs desperation vanishedâor at least, simmered downâbut her confident, very intentionally seductive gaze, her low crawl that gave me an eyeful of her ample cleavage and hints at her light-brown areola, her every movement and action oozed of a sex appeal that my erection roared back to life in response to.
âPoor baby, working so hard for mommyâs sake.â Ok, that was something I was ⌠surprisingly fine with?
Fuck, why does this woman fuck with my head so much?
âDoes my baby want a reward?â
âIâmââ it had to be my unfamiliarity with this territory, or maybe a better word was discomfort, that gave me a moment of hesitation. ââum, yes, please.â
âYes please, what?â
I knew where this was going, but resisting seemed meaningless. Rather, resisting it seemed more painful than trying to change her mind. âYes please, mommy.â
The word felt incredibly foreign on my tongue and was probably noticeable by how awkwardly it tumbled out of my mouth. Thankfully, it didnât seem to faze Tiffany; whether it was she didnât mind or because of how clearly lustful she still was, I wasnât sure of.
âGood boy.â
I watched her from my seated position, legs splayed out towards her while leaning back on my arms that were planted on the slightly tussled blanket of the suiteâs bed, as she prowled towards me like a hungry cheetah stalking its prey. Usually, I liked to be the cheetah, but with Tiffany, everything felt different. It just felt so natural to play the prey. Hell, I wanted her to hunt me down.
Wait.
I caught myself with that thought.
What the fuck? Why did I just think that?
It felt so incomprehensible to me, the supernatural phenomenon that was Tiffanyâs sex appeal. The lustful gaze in her eyes, the seductive way she carried her sinfully sultry figure, the confidence in her husky voice, the sheer desire and aphrodisia in her every movement, her full, red lips, her large and striking eyes, her ample bust peeking through the ruffled top of her dress, the soft curves of her hips and the wider curve of her rompâwas it one of these things, or a combination of all of them? Submitting went against everything I thought I knew about myself, but perhaps the more frightening thing was that I welcomed it.
She stopped while hovering a few inches above me, her eyes directed straight down at my crotch. So, it felt pretty fair to stare slightly down and forward, right into the more-than-eyeful of tits that her tousled top bared to me. I could very easily tell that she was probably a B-cup, but they were somehow infinitely more enchanting than the C-cups and D-cups I was used to.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe B-cups were great too. Or, maybe it was just Tiffanyâmaybe it was simply the fact that they were hers that drew my eyes towards them.
âDamian, baby, help me with this?â
I snapped out of the trance I was in, my eyes falling further down and falling on Tiffany, struggling with my belt.
âSure thing.â
Her brows furrowed, her lips pulling into a pointed frown. âYou mean, âyes, mommyâ.â
âUmââ The reminder of my unfamiliarity with this type of roleplay hit me again, but the thought that this would only be a concern for tonight put my mind a little bit more at ease. ââyes, mommy.â
Shortly after my belt flew off, so too did my pants and boxers, leaving my hardened cock pointed straight at the ceiling of the luxurious hotel room. âAww, poor baby, were you holding this in the entire time?â
I couldnât get over the motherly sympathetic tone she was employing nor the slight pout on her lips, nor the strangest thing: how much it turned me on.
What the fuck? Am I secretly a sub?
âUmââ I stuttered, my mind slowly trying to piece together the âappropriateâ things to say in our current roleplay, âây-yes, it hurts so much mommy.â Just saying those words, completely undirected, was so cringe-inducing that I nearly physically reacted to them, but seeing the reward in Tiffanyâs face lighting up in reaction to them blew that embarrassment away.
âDoes my baby want mommy to give the booboo a kiss?â
I nodded. âPlease, mommy, it hurts so much.â
The words werenât entirely false either; my penis was already pretty stiff from seeing Tiffany cum like that, but experiencing the reality-defying whirlwind of Tiffanyâs lustful demeanor stiffened my dick even more, to the point of pain.
âOf course, sweetie.â She hardly waited for my nod in response before lowering her head to my crotch, holding her hair with her left hand while the other rested on my thigh to stabilize herself. My breath hitched as she stopped centimeters from my erect cock, the hot air puffing out from her lips hitting my hardened shaft. âOh my, my baby has grown really big, hasnât he?â
I grimaced, my legs tensing as her velvety lips brushed the sensitive tip of my dick. Instantly, a sliver of precum trickled out in response; and, just as quickly, Tiffanyâs lips parted, her tongue darting out to collect the fluid. âWe canât be wasting any of that, can we?â
The smile she shot at me following, her lips pulled into an upward curve and her eyes disappearing into crescent moons curved the opposite direction, made me completely forget who I was or what I was doing for a second.
âYou have such a beautiful smile.â
It took a few seconds to realize the words had come out of my mouth, but when I did, the realization came too late.
Shit, I forgot again.
I opened my mouth to correct myself, but Tiffany beat me to it. âYouâre such a sweetie, Damian. Let mommy give you a reward.â Her left hand left the back of her head, her silky jet-black hair subsequently tumbling down the sides of her head, the fingers of her right hand gingerly wrapping themselves around the circumference of my cock. I let out a hiss as her slim digits enclosed it in a tight embrace, her soft palms caressing its length. And while the feeling of her fingers tightening around my dick was pleasurable in and of itself, the visual made it all the sexier: her strikingly flawless face centimeters away from the object of her adoration, her piercing eyes magnetized to it, her beautiful fingers pressed firmly against the now fully erect penis, her lips slowly parting and the gorgeous sheen of hair framing her face as she began to pump it.
âFuââ This time, I was able to catch myself before I let loose the swear that was building up inside my throat. ââmommy, that feels so good.â
âIâm glad. Do you mind helping me hold my hair, baby?â I happily obliged, reaching around her to collect the amazingly soft curtain of black surrounding her face and pulling it into a ponytail behind her. âThank you, baby.â
âYouâre welcome, mommy.â
I barely noticed how fluidly the words came out of my mouth until after Tiffany resumed her handjob. But I didnât have anything to worry about, it was just Tiffany that was making me like this. The pleasure and satisfaction I felt being the more dominant and controlling one with all the other women Iâve fucked was very real. I wasnât a closet-sub, it was just Tiffany that was fucking with my head.
Right?
âMy baby boy really has grown so big, mommy is very proud of you~â
âThank you, mommy.â
My fists were clenched and my voice came out strained. The handjob she was giving me, in combination with the lascivious visual of her beautiful face placed so close to my dick and the amount of her tits that became visible from the low-cut of her dress hanging down from her position hovering over me, caused something that shouldâve been just foreplay to bring me closer to the edge than I wouldâve ever expected a simple handjob to be capable of.
âDid you enjoy mommyâs milk from before?â
âMilk?â My eyes again landed on her tits, her already-erect nipples all but visible with the angle she was at. âOh!â She meant her cum, not from her boobs. It was a shame, too, because almost since I first laid my eyes on her and that more-than-ample cleavage, I was wondering what those puppies would feel like in my hands. And my mouth. âYes, I did, mommy.â
The knowing grin Tiffany shot in return told me that she was privy to how much I was lusting after her milk jugs, replying, âDo you want more of mommyâs milkies?â
I nodded fervently. âYes, please.â My haste stemming from impatience resulted in my blowing over my established role, something that didnât by well with Tiffany. Her eyes furrowing was the catalyst for remembering, leading me to add, ââmommy.â
Her lips curled back up into a content smile. âThen, youâll have to pay mommy back by giving her your milk too, ok?â
I nodded with equal fervor. âIâll try my best, mommy.â
She shot me another heart-stopping eye smile. âGood boy.â Her hands left his penis and down to the hem of her dress, tugging at the spaghetti-strap top to no avail. Her smile turned into a frown, becoming more pronounced with each unsuccessful tug of her dress.
Damn it, sheâs too drunk after all?
The sobering thought faded to the background when Tiffany decided to change tactics, her hands traveling up her body, her fingers looping around the top of her dress and pulling it down. Her boobs popped out, the bounce from the release of tension after being freed. I felt my eyes glazing over, gaze stopping at the plump, marshmallow-y mounds of flesh sitting on her chest, adorned with light-chocolate colored areola and darker, swollen nipples sitting atop the peaks.
Actually, you know what, B-cups are just as amazing as C-cups or D-cups. Iâve definitely been too picky in the past.
âDamian, help?â
There was something about the cute sight of her pouty visage contrasting with the erotic sight of her bare breasts sitting a few inches below those pouting lips that stirred something within me. The usage of cuteness in bed was something that always turned me offâwomen who employed it on me in the past have led me to stop everything on more than one occasionâbut with Tiffany, it only turned me on more. At this point, I had grown tired of asking myself why this was happening. It was much easier to just accept it and let myself feel my arousal deepen one level still.
What I was shocked by was how long it had taken me to realize Tiffany needed help with her dress, and how I hadnât offered to help already. âHow rude of meââ Shit, thatâs not how Iâm supposed to be speaking. ââI mean, of course, mommy.â
I had been so distracted by her tits that I had completely disregarded her struggling, disregarded basic bedside manners, in favor of staring at her boobs. But honestly, I felt like I couldnât even be blamed; even if they were on the smaller side, they were somehow just as sexy, if not more so. The fullness of its shape, the tautness of the skin, the plush appearance of its texture, the purity of its snowy-white color, the contrasting almond-colored areola and the even more contrastingly darker-brown teats standing up and away proudly from her body, how squeezable and bitable the enlarged buttons lookedâremembering the roleplay Tiffany had casted us in was the only thing preventing me from jumping on her and ravishing them.
When the dress came off her body, I couldnât help but find myself enamored with her legs next; they were on the slim side but had clear hints of muscles in her upper thighs, sloping upwards gracefully for what seemed like miles before curving out at her hips. The skin was just as unblemished, taut, and a perfect shade of pearly-white as the rest of her body, with slight hints of bruising on her knees that made my imagination go wild as their origins. Her legs were just as pleasant to touch as they were to look at; as my hands ran over her shins, up to her knees, and up to her thighs, I relished in the addictingly soft texture of her skin. âYourâmommyâs legs are so pretty.â
âThank you, baby, but if you want mommyâs help, then youâll have to be patient for a little bit longer.â I nodded, pushing myself back into a sitting position on the bed as Tiffany shifted into a kneeling position, tucking her legs under her thighs. âCome here,â she said, gently patting her lap. I obeyed immediately, turning around and resting my head on her soft thighs, face-up, with the rest of my body splayed out away from her, my legs dangling off the edge of the bed.
Part of me still felt weird obeying the commands of this mysteriously powerful woman, like some kind of needy puppy, but the bigger part of me didnât care about dignity, shame, what I thought I knew of my own identity, any of it. Was it truly some kind of magnetic power she had, that drew in an dominated the will of any man she wanted, or was I just too lost in my own lust? Or, was there even a difference?
My obedience was rewarded when Tiffany, after seeing that I was sufficiently settled in her lap, leaned down and over me, presenting the object of my desire just moments ago inches away from my face. I craned my head up but was stopped by the woman whose lap my head was laying upon. âBefore milkies, promise mommy that Damian will say when his milk is about to come out. Ok?â
âYes, mommy,â I replied, nodding eagerly to her proposition.
âGood boy. Here youâah!â Something between a moan and a squeal interrupted her as I took the erect nub into my mouth and rolled my tongue over it. My hands came around, all but sinking into the plush texture of her tits.
Fuck, theyâre so softâŚ
I became so preoccupied with her boobs that I barely noticed Tiffanyâs hands snaking down my torso, only aware of the fact when it stopped at the stubbles of my freshly shaven privates. Without warning, the dainty digits of her hand wrapped around my dick, the resulting surge of pleasure causing me to accidentally squeeze her boobs with an unintended amount of extra force.
âDo you like mommyâs boobs?â
I nodded, each pump of her hand sending a surge of pleasure throughout my body, my toes curling in response and my brain slowly but surely filtering out everything else but the feeling of her tits on my lips and hands and the feeling of her hand on my cock. It didnât take long for her to pick up where she left off with, inching ever closer to the edge of the peak of the climax her hands were pushing me towards. Where her boobs lacked in surface area, she made up for in the quality of the skin and the softness of the mounds of fat. They gave way so easily to my hands and to my lips, but to also hear the slight moans and sighs that would escape from Tiffanyâs lips as my tongue drew circles around her areola and rolled across her nipples and my teeth nibbled at the sensitive skin and the swollen teat.
The main source of my impending orgasm, as delectable her tits were, was her hand; they were tireless, barely stopping to rest, her hand pumping the shaft about twice the width of her hand while the other gently patted my head, as if comforting a nursing baby. Occasionally, she would stop to rest by readjusting her grip at the base and cupping my balls before resuming.
âThese feel so heavy. Did you save it all up just for mommy?â I nodded again, hoping she didnât need audial confirmation. Thankfully, she didnât, resuming shortly after with a, âThat makes mommy really happy. Donât worry, baby, mommy will make sure to take in all of Damianâs hard work and patience.â
It wasnât much longer after that when I notified Tiffany of my impending orgasm. To my dismay, Tiffany lifted her upper torso up, scooting to edge of the bed that my legs were dangling off of.
âMake sure to give it all to mommy, ok?â I nodded, fighting back the urge to push her head that was already closing in on my dick the rest of the way. âWe donât want to waste any of it, do we?â
âNo, mommy.â
âGood boy.â
The moment my cock pierced her lips and sunk into her hot, tight mouth, I just about lost it right then and there. âAghââ an incoherent mumble-moan escaped my lips, my fingers and toes curling even more than they were already. Inch by inch, the soft membrane of her lips advanced downwards along my shaft. Inch by inch, more of my penis entered the moist cavern of her mouth, and inch by inch, her tongue lined the surface area of my dick with her saliva. âFuckââ Shit, forgot, no swearingâ ââmommy, it feels so goodâŚâ
She tiled her head up, eyes shooting a quick smile at me. She barely got halfway down before she came back up for air, her right hand taking over in slathering the rest of the length with her saliva. âNaughty boy, no swearing. Iâm afraid mommy will have to punish you later.â
âIâm sorry, mommyâŚâ
In my peripheral vision, I could see her left hand reaching downwards, buried under her legs. However, visual confirmation wasnât even necessary to know she was fingering herself; the wet sounds of her fingers pressing and pushing against her sex were evidence enough. And while I liked to think that it was the prospect of giving my dick a blowjob that brought her to such a state, the more realistic explanation was that the drug was still affecting her; after all, her face had taken upon a red hue again. However, the difference was that this time, she didnât have a desperation on her face; this time, it was a deepened state of arousal.
Tiffany dribbled some more saliva onto my cock, proceeding to rub the slightly viscous fluid along the shaft while her red, succulent lips planted kisses along my length. After a while, satisfied with the amount of lubricant on my dick, her right hand reaching down to cup my balls while her tongue pressed against the long-side of my cock, starting from the base and sliding upwards and ending with a smooch at the tip. There was something immensely arousing about seeing her beautiful face in such close proximity to my dick that seemed to almost make her already small face even smaller and seeing the shimmering length of my cock occasionally accidentally tapping her slim jawline that created an impatience inside me. But it was her next words that transformed that impatience to something else. âIt feels so big in my mouth, I wonder how Iâll fit this in my pussyâŚâ
The words seemed to be her inner thoughts accidentally spoken out loud, or maybe a mumble that was spoken a notch too loud. Still, no matter how many times I had been told something similar, no matter how many other women had complimented my dick, hearing the words from Tiffanyâs lips felt different. I could feel my chest swelling with pride and my lips stretching out into a satisfied smileâsure, it wasnât the biggest one out there, but in that moment, it certainly felt that way.
Tiffany repeated the action a few more times before transitioning the smooch at the tip to deepthroating.
âAghââ I stopped myself before I let out another swear, the suddenness of the action nearly causing me to peak right then and there. In one fell swoop, nearly three-quarters of my dick disappeared into her mouth, leaving me desperately clutching onto the thread that kept me from my orgasm. âMommyââ words became difficult to form, my mind quickly being filled with nothing but the pleasure from the tight ring of her throat pressing against the circumference of my dick in coordination with the masterful work of her tongue dancing around it.
I wanted to revel in the sensation more. I wanted to continue feeling the immeasurably intense pleasure from feeling her lips now tightly pressed against the base of my shaft, from the tightness of her throat, from the wetness and warmth of her masterful tongue, but every passing second unraveled that thread line by line. When she started moving, her head bobbing up and down and her tongue gliding along the length of my shaft, gagging sounds filling the suite and tears cascading down her tightly closed eyes joined only by the increasingly louder moist sounds of her fingers against her slick, the thread I was so desperately clutching suddenly caught fire.
ââmommyââ The words were stuck in my throat, my mind too preoccupied with the Herculean task of holding back my orgasm to be able to form words properly. ââcoming!â
The release of the buildup of tension inside my nethers, the release of the burden on my mind in trying to hold backâwhile both were cathartic, nothing felt better than the explosive release deep in her mouth, the powerful jet of my seed hitting the back of her throat like a water hose. Her cheeks bulged even more, a sound between a gag and a cough erupting from her throat, rapidly blinking away the tears in her eyes as stream after stream poured into her mouth, but not once did she let up. Her lips remained tightly sealed around my cock, her throat flexing impressively as it took on the assault.
When it ended, Tiffany pulled away, her left hand emerged from down south so that the backs of both hands could be used to wipe away the tears that had been collecting in her eyes. âI-Iâm sorry, mommyâŚâ
Her eyes blinked open. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI made mommy cryâŚâ
I had to admit, Tiffanyâs acting ability was top-notch. I was pretty good at acting myself, but the motherly concern that overtook her face in the face of my downtrodden, sorrowful expression made me almost believe it was sincere. âNo! Aw baby,â she cooed, joining me on the bed and directing my head onto her bosom, âThose werenât sad tears, those were happy tears! You really are spoiling your mommy so much, giving mommy so much of your tasty milk.â
âR-Really?â
She met my gaze with a happy nod. âYes! But are you sure you gave mommy everything?â
I nodded. âI really tried my best, mommy.â
She separated herself from me, getting back on her knees at the edge of the bed. âLetâs see if Damian is telling the truth or not~â She slotted herself between my legs once again, and, with one boob in each hand, settled them on either side of my cock.
Even though I could feel the post-orgasm fatigue start to hit, seeing her surround my dick with her ample bust gave me a bit of concern. They werenât large enough to smother the entirety of my size, but that didnât stop the last two strands of cum to spill out onto her tits after squeezing them firmly against my cock with her hands, starting at the base and working her way out in a milking fashion.
âOh, would you look at that.â
âI-Iâm sorry, mommy!â The panic in my own voice caught me by surprise. Why was I so immersed in the roleplay? âI-I didnât mean to! Iâll do better next time!â
Instead of reprimanding me, Tiffany looked up at me with a soft smile, scooping up the viscous bodily fluid and directing it into her mouth. Her luscious, red lips closed around her slim digits, disappearing into that dark cavern only to slide straight back out with a nearly audible pop! âItâs ok baby, as long as you keep your promise next time,â she said, her fingers running over the top of her bust again, making sure to direct every last droplet of my seed into her mouth.
I nodded eagerly. âI will!â
Tiffany smiled, licking her lips with an equal amount of eagerness and content. âEven though it wasnât everything, it was a lot: feeling Damianâs thick, creamy load filling up my mouth and going down my throat was very nice. Thank you for the treat, baby.â
âIt was only because mommyâs soft, pretty lips felt really good.â
âOh, really?â I nodded. âDo you really like mommyâs soft, pretty lips?â I nodded again, letting her direct me back onto the bed, shifting so that I was properly aligned with it, my head all but sinking into the pillow of the luxurious suite. âDo you want more of mommyâs soft, pretty lips?â
âCan I?â
A giggle escaped from Tiffany, probably from the eagerness in my voice and the starstruck attitude I injected into it. Although, while I could definitively say I was acting, it was also true that my real feelings werenât far from the character I was portraying. âOf course,â she replied, swinging her legs to the other side of my waist so that they were straddling it, hovering a few inches above me with hands flanking both sides of my head on the pillow. âCome here, baby.â
I didnât know how it was possible, but her lips felt even better than how they looked or imagined. Impossibly soft, just the right amount of sweet, warm, slightly moistâeven other things, like the heat from her face, the creamy texture of her palms caressing the sides of my head, her eyelashes brushing against my closed eyelids, the subtle curves of her voluptuous body pressing against mine, my mind had only the capacity to think and process Tiffany. The stillness of the room only interrupted by the sounds of our lips sensually pressing against and massaging each other, the subtle perfume she was wearing that had mixed slightly with a lingering scent of alcohol, the softness of not only her lips but her entire body firmly wrapped up and tangled in mine, the deep pants for air when she briefly disconnected our lips and the hot puffs of breath that tickled my face, the somehow simultaneously sweet yet seductive smile she shot at me before reconnecting our lips ⌠if someone had asked me my own name in that moment, I probably wouldnât have been able to answer.
It was after Tiffanyâs second breath for air that she prodded my lips with her tongue, a request I readily complied with. While the kiss had already been getting hot and heavy, the action caused an instantaneous spike in its heatedness.
âMmmâŚâ
The beautiful noise emanating from Tiffanyâs throat echoed in the hotel suite, tilting her head and leaning in, her velvety lips massaging mine, her tongue running against mine and brushing against my lips. We kissedâor rather, attempted to devour the otherâs lipsâwith a wild abandon and desperate passion that might make one think our lives depended on it. In that moment, however, that was all that mattered: her curvaceous body shifting and squirming against mine, her lips pressing and moving in concert with mine, her tongue dancing expertly in perfect synchronization with mine. Everything else in the world fell away, even the bed beneath us.
When Tiffany next came up for breath, I could also see the wildness apparent in her actions in her eyes as well. However, it quickly was replaced with a laughter. âOops, I accidentally gave you some of my lipstick.â
âI donât mind.â
In the moment, I had become so preoccupied with Tiffanyâs lips that I wasnât aware how hard I had become until Tiffany herself pointed it out. âYouâre hard again.â
âSo I am.â
âDoes baby want another kiss down there?â
She was the one who was asking, but I could tell she was all but ready to do the deed. After all, she had already shifted herself such that my dick was pointed straight at the entrance of her burning core. And, while normally, I mightâve teased the woman who was sharing the bed with me and made her beg, this was Tiffany. Even if the make-out session seemed to also make her forget about the roleplay we were doing for a few seconds, obeying her every command could only be described as second nature. I wantedâI neededâto appease her, to please her, even at the cost of my dignity and pride. âCan mommy do that?â
âOf course!â
âEven though mommyâs lips are up here?â
Tiffany smiled in response. The following question was one that I have been waiting for ever since I decided to play along; but, as eager as I was, I could tell Tiffany was doubly eager for it. âDo you want mommy to show you?â
âYes!â
No matter how obvious it was that Tiffany was holding herself back, as I could surmise from the loud gasp that escaped her lips when, while her hand directed my penis to her slit, its head poked at it briefly and threatened to enter, she stayed true to her promise and removed it just as quickly. Biting back the grimace and the swear that threatened to fly out of my mouth quickly became the name of the game as her flopping wet vaginal lips pressed against my stiff cock, effectively âkissingâ it.
âAghââ
âHm? Whatâs wrong, honey?â
âMommyâŚâ Edging was a tactic I was very familiar with as I often employed it with the women I fucked, and the results were often amazing. Of course, when I was doing the teasing, I felt the impatience too, but the effort of holding myself back felt worth it in the end. After all, I wasnât only after the great sex that followed: watching the woman squirm and beg beneath me was just as much of a desired result as the sex itself.
I wondered if these were the thoughts that were going through Tiffanyâs head as she continued kissing my dick with her lips down south. âDoes it feel good, sweetie?â
I nodded. âMo-mommyâs lips feel really goodâŚâ
I always figured that the person on the receiving side of the edging had it worse, but I didnât realize the impatience was this much worse. It felt like it was taking every ounce of strength and willpower to not grab her pillowy ass and shove all six-and-a-half inches inside her all at once. However, I could see the impatience on Tiffanyâs face too: the same deep shade of red from back when she was trying to force herself onto me in the club overtook her face, her gasps and sighs gradually growing in volume as more and more of my cock became covered with her bodily fluids.
âOh sweetheart, you feel so big and thickâŚâ
The softness of her thighs that trapped my member, the rolling of her hips that caused her folds, sticky with her own precum, to slide along the length of my shaft, it was all doing wonders for the pleasure and lust that was quickly building with every passing moment. Even the hot puffs of air hitting my face and the pillowy sensation of her boobs pressed against my chest was aiding the process of deepening my arousal; but however much it made me want to slam her against the bed and fuck her into next Tuesday, I resisted. I could see her getting affected too, and it wasnât before long when her patience, built up from when she first straddled my lap at the bar, finally broke.
âFuck, mommy needs you so bad DamianâŚâ
âWhatâs wrong, mommy?â
âDoes my Damian want a baby brother or sister?â
Fuck.
Just the implication of the words made my dick twitch. Another rush of anticipation washed over my body, screaming at my muscles to move on the impulse.
Is she implying what I think sheâs implying?
âReally?â I could only hope that the spike in my lust and impatience wasnât present in my voice. âYeah!â
âThen make sure to cum lots and lots inside mommy, ok?â
She barely gave me any time to respond before grabbing my cock and directing it straight into her pussy.
If it wasnât abundantly clear how riled up Tiffany was before, the evidence was now screaming in my faceâquite literally, in the form of Tiffanyâs loud reaction to succumbing to an orgasm from the simple act of inserting barely half of my length inside her.
âDamianâs cock is stretching mommyâs tiny little pussy out so much! Ah, it feels so good, it feels so good!â
The orgasm seemed to only become more intense as it dragged on, the clenching of her vaginal walls against my shaft making it harder to advance. It seemed to suffice for her intents and purposes, riding out her climax with the upper four inches of my cock buried firmly inside her heat, letting loose a string of mewls and loud moans as she did so.
And, watching the spectacle, I couldnât help but be entirely enraptured. Out of all the women Iâve seen ride out their orgasms on my cock, Tiffany had to be the most arousing, most beautiful woman of them all: even as she screamed, her lips appeared just as full and luscious; even as her face gave in to her lust, it still maintained its mystical beauty; even as her tits jiggled slight in response to her manic bouncing, they looked no less voluminous and perky; even as her legs tensed, the slight muscle definition to her thighs added to their appeal; even as her juices were splattering out of her pussy, the visual of her flopping folds deepened my arousal even more.
âMom-mommy? Are you ok?â I wasnât sure how I managed to stay in my âroleâ. Or, maybe, I did know but didnât want to admit it.
âSorry, honey,â she replied, her answer coming out as a gasp, her orgasm having finally subsided, âMommy is fine. What do you think about mommyâs pussy?â
âItâIt feels really good, mommy!â
She simply smiled in response, taking a deep breath before pushing the rest of my length inside her. Another slew of moans and sighs exploded from her lips, shuddering in tandem with me as my cock fully hilted her. When she was finally able to calm herself down, she opened her eyes, leaning forward and planting her hands on my chest. âNowâs time for that punishment.â
âWhaat?â
âBe a good boy and accept their punishment, ok? Mommy will give you a reward after.â
âOh ⌠ok, mommy,â I replied with a reluctantly obedient voice, a pouty voice I probably hadnât used since I was twelve.
With that, Tiffany shifted her position such that her clit brushed against my groin. The contact alone caused her to gasp, which quickly turned into a moan as she pressed her sensitive nub onto the stubbles of my recently-shaven pubic hair.
âWhat a good boy, keeping yourself so cleanâŚâ
As if the suffocating tightness of her pussy wasnât enough, as if its blistering heat and the wetness from having been brought to orgasm twice already wasnât enough, as if the grinding motion she began doing wasnât enough, the visual of her stimulating her clit by rubbing it against my crotch more than made up for the lack of any stimulation on me. The slight jiggling of her tits as she rocked back and forth, the way her Cupidâs bow lips parted as gasps and moans slipped out of her mouth, the swaying of her silky, jet-black hair in tandem with her movement, the pure and utter ecstasy that deepened with every passing moment etched onto her face ⌠it was all too mesmerizing to notice the passage of time until her hands brushed up against mine, which were lazily laying on her legs.
âDo you mind helping mommy a little?â
The question snapped me back to reality. âUm, ofâof course, mommy!â
She slowed down slightly, directing my hands to her bosom. âDamian said he really likes mommyâs boobs, right?â I nodded. âThen, here you go,â she said, placing each hand on one of her boobs, âyou can play with them however you want.â
The urge to do so was an urge I was holding back the entire time, having only gotten worse after seeing them swaying so much mere inches from my face, but finally being granted permission to do so unlocked a fervor Tiffany was definitely not expecting.
âThank you, mommy!â
I pressed my index finger and thumb into her areola, the rest of my fingers resting on the pillowy surface of her tits while they rubbed gentle circles around the sensitive skin. The squirming and moaning from Tiffany increased drastically, shifting one hand to the center of my chest while the other dove down south into the tight connection of her labia against the perimeter of my cock. It was the wet sounds of flesh rubbing against flesh that let me know that she was rubbing the widely spread-open pussy lips that were engulfing the base of my cock, something that turned me on even further.
âDamianâŚâ
Somehow having withstood the temptation of pinching those delectable nipples that sat at the peak of her tits, the tauntingly squeezable nubs swaying to and fro inches from my face, instead electing to build up the suspense by continuing to rub and massage the sensitive skin around it.
âOh, sweetie, your fingers feel so goodâŚâ
âAm I doing well?â
She nodded fervently. âYes, youâre making mommy very happy, butâŚâ
Tiffany interrupted herself with another moan, a sound that had been gradually turning more and more impatient. âHm?â I replied innocently, as if I didnât know the exact cause of her suffering.
ââŚbut youâre also being a very naughty boy right now.â
I completely stopped. âWhat? What am I doing wrong, mommy?â
Tiffany opened her eyes, managing to shoot me a gentle smile. âDo you see mommyâs big, swollen nipples?â
I redirected my eyes to them, nodding. âIsâIs mommy going to punish me again for being naughty?â
âNo, but only if you starting paying more attention to those too.â
âOh. Ok!â Shortly following those words, both sets of index fingers and thumbs surrounded the engorged, light-brown buttons and squeezed them.
âOh!â The electrified moan that jetted out her lips mirrored the shock that surged through her system in response, her arms and legs suddenly tensing and her eyes fluttering shut. âMore!â
Just watching her succumb to pleasure was reward enough, but the feeling of the velvety, swollen nipple giving way to my fingers and just how enjoyable it was to squeeze them added onto that pleasure tenfold. That seemed the catalyst for everything intensifying: the vigor with which she grinded her clit against the stubbles of pubic hair on my groin, the volume and frequency of her moans, even the wet sounds of her fingers playing with her labia and rubbing the base of my cock that her labia was encircled around. Although the lack of stimulation for me mightâve ordinarily softened my penis, the sheer spectacle of the lascivious lady relishing in the ecstasy that was so clearly written on her face and in her body that I found myself getting more aroused with each passing moment.
Making sure to switch between kneading motions, rolling the erect nub in my fingers, and pinching them, it didnât feel much longer until Tiffany finally announced her climax. âOh, oh god, sweetheart, mommyâs cumming!â
This time, her orgasm came out in more gradual waves, like a boiling kettle with water leaking out the top. Tiffanyâs mouth didnât stop the entire time, letting out a noise between a moan, a scream, and a pant, riding out her climax vigorously, her entire body shaking as more and more of her sticky fluids washed over my cock, bits and slivers leaking out after coming down from that peak.
âOh ⌠oh fuckâŚâ
The minute or so I spent watching her reveling in lust and ecstasy only made me harder, but was thankfully experienced enough to not let it control me, letting her take a few breathers with her head hanging over my chest and her hands planted on my abdomen.
In the minute or so it took for the Korean-American celebrity to recover, I simply watched her regain her bearings, shuddering every so often as a bit more of her juices trickled out of our hot connection. From watching her cum for the second time that night, I was certainly rearing to go again, and it definitely didnât help that the fleshy, tight walls of Tiffanyâs vagina was still squeezing my cock like it was trying to milk it. However much I managed to keep my lust in check, I could feel it slipping by the second.
âWow ⌠you have a really nice bodyâŚâ
It was an out-of-character statement, or so the tone of her voice suggested, but I wasnât about to let it slip away without my reward first. âMommy, was I a good boy?â
Tiffany seamlessly slipped back into the role, smiling and nodding. âYes, you were. Mommy promised you a reward if you were a good boy, didnât she?â I nodded, eyes shining with anticipation. âDo you like mommyâs pussy?â
I nodded again. âItâs so tight, but it feels good.â
Tiffany giggled at that. âAnyone would feel this tight with how big my baby boy is.â
âOh.â
âWould Damian like to feel better?â I let the excitement I bleed onto my lips. âWould Damian like to cum inside mommyâs pussy?â
This time, my excitement translated into a twitch of my dick. Oh fuck. Was she really letting me do that?
After what has basically amounted to soaking inside Tiffany for the better part of five, maybe ten, minutes, I was raring to have a go at fucking this pussy that has been strangling my cock this entire time. But the prospect of being able to cum inside? That was beyond any fantasy I usually allowed myself to have about my prospective woman for the night. âYes!â
Tiffany smiled again. âDamian has been such a good boy, I think he deserves his reward.â She wasted no time in pleasantries, lifting her ass off my groin. A sharp breath blew past my teeth, the feeling of her moist vaginal walls gliding along my shaft sending a rolling wave of pleasure throughout my body. And, as quickly as she lifted herself off my dick, she slammed back down, the crisp sound of her plump ass slapping against my damp groin blending in with the groans and moans from both Tiffany and me.
âAhââ she repeated the action, leaning forward a little more to give herself a better angle to ride me, ââyou feel so big inside mommy, honeyâŚâ
It didnât take me long to find her rhythm and match her riding motion with upward thrusts; my hands found themselves planted at her hips, my eyes wandering from watching the wanton expression on her face to watching the slight jiggle of her beautiful tits to watching the up-and-down motion of her labia along my dick, unsure which sight was a more sexually appealing spectacle.
âShit ⌠you feel so goodâŚâ
âDamian, languageâŚâ Tiffanyâs weak protest fell on deaf ears, all our efforts now focused on the otherâs reproductive organ.
Having become lost in my pleasure and watching Tiffany revel in hers, or maybe it was Tiffany fucking with my mind, I hadnât even realized we had passed the limit of Tiffanyâs physical capabilities until I began to notice the increased depth and frequency of her chestâs heaving.
But I wasnât ready to slow down. Not by a long shot. Not when things were finally starting to heat up.
âJellybean, Iâwhat are you doing?â Tiffanyâs arms buckled as my hands, now placed on her shoulders, pulled her body towards me. âDamian, youâreââ I didnât listen, Tiffany cutting herself off with a squeal as I flipped our positions on the bed in an instant. From the sparkle in her eye, I could tell the display of physical dominance turned her on. âDamian, youâre being very naughtyââ
Even her protest was weak, which only turned weaker as I began pounding her into the bed.
âBut isnât this easier, mommy?â
âDamian, listen to mommyâŚâ the last vestiges of her attempt to maintain her role as the dominant rapidly dwindled to nothing, her own voice even betraying her as a slew of moans erupted from her throat. âOh, oh godâŚâ Seeing Tiffany start breaking down, especially with how staunchly her stance was in preserving the roleplay, caused a swell of pride and power to balloon inside my chest. The strict âmotherâ, now reduced to a moaning, mewling mess, at the whims of my cock violating every inch of her wanton pussy ⌠in my many years of living and countless women Iâve bedded, few, if any, sights compared in sexiness and how great it felt to know that I was the cause of it.
âSee? Isnât this better?â
Tiffany shook her head slightly, her legs wrapping around my waist. âB-But I was supposed to b-be rewarding you.â
âYou are.â
The suffocating tightness was only counteracted by the sheer wetness of her pussy, well-lubricated from her previous three orgasms. Added to that was an overwhelming heat that only added to the heat of our synchronized motion created a symphony of moans, damp skin slapping against each other, the squeaking of the luxurious hotel suiteâs bed, and the panting that came between the moans.
âDamian, ohâoh, fuck!â
Tiffanyâs moan turned into a high-pitched squeal as my fingers pushed aside her folds to lightly pinch the hardened nub north of our connection.
âYou like that?â
âYes, Iâfuck!â
I pinched it again, with a bit more pressure, causing Tiffanyâs back to arch well off the bed.
âHmm, youâre so sexy, Tiff.â
I leaned forward, leaving my fingers at her clit while my lips found hers. While our previous kisses could be described as messy, it didnât hold a candle to this kiss; it was as wild and sloppy as it was wet and loud, the constant smacking of our lips quickly joining the cacophony of sounds that were echoing throughout the suite.
âMmmâŚâ
A deep, guttural moan reverberated out from Tiffanyâs throat, her lips unrelenting in their counter-assault on mine. The wet, velvety texture of her lips glided against mine, made more difficult by how the force of my thrusts were causing her body to shake, but they never separated for more than a second.
âSo desperateâŚâ
I could feel one hand tightly gripping the back of my head and the other, my neck, the tensing of her legs and the continual strings of muffled moans vibrating from her throat reaffirming the two words I managed to gasp out. However, as accusatory as the words were, the same could be said about me: but with how sweet her lips were, and how soft they felt against mine, and how expertly they caressed and rubbed against and massaged my lips, how could I not become so desperate? I was already kissing her, but I still needed more.
âSo goodâŚâ
My tongue brushed against the entrance to her lips and instantly, was allowed access. Tilting my head for a better angle, I deepened the kiss, feeling the powerful pink muscle in her mouth coming out to meet my own. My nose was nearly poking her cheek, the hot puffs of air on mine telling me hers was in a similar position, the subtle aroma of her subtle perfume wafting into my nose.
Fuck, Iâm going to go crazy.
I was thankful I was experienced enough to let my body go on auto-pilot, because I was beginning to feel dizzy with the overload of stimulation from all sources: from her silky legs wrapped around my wait, from her ample boobs pressed against my chest, from her scent being injected through my nostrils, from her vaginal walls gliding along my cock, from her luscious lips pressed firmly against mine, from her tongue dancing expertly around my tongue, from the squirming of her body as my finger continued to tease her clitorisâ
I need a short break.
I pulled away, my hips slowing down considerably as I did so. âSorry Tiff, I needââ
All my concerns for taking a break instantly vanished upon looking at her face: eyelids half-lidded, tongue now lolling out of her parted lips, chest heaving, the lower half of her body spasming at the orgasm that was currently wracking her body.
âIâmâfuck, I canâtââ
Damn, I knew I was good, but Iâm not that good. That drug really is something else, huh?
It wasnât intentional, but taking advantage of Tiffany in the state she was in felt wrong. Maybe Tiffany herself didnât feel that wayâmaybe she was in as much ecstasy as she looked to be inâbut having brought her to such a state not by my own efforts, but with the help of a drug, made it not as satisfying. I doubted she wouldâve have gotten like this if she was with the man who fed her the drug, but knowing it wasnât all me made me wonder how much of it was me.
âAh, ah, fuckâŚâ
The Korean-American celebrity gasped, her words breathy and her half-conscious state only marginally improving.
âAre you ok?â
Even after waiting a minute for her to calm down was evidently insufficient, as she continued to shake, albeit less violently. âSorry, fuckâŚâ
âLanguage, mommy.â
Tiffany grinned, the continual orgasms that had wracked her body and brought her to the half-conscious state she was in coming to a halt. âSorry, baby.â
âLooks like you need a break too, with how many times you just came in a row.â
Tiffanyâs eyes narrowed, biting the corner of her lower lip in reaction to the flash of lust that passed my eyes. âNot like you minded, you just continued fucking me like I was your personal fleshlight.â
âYouâre saying that like you werenât moaning up a storm, begging for more.â
âOh, I never said I didnât mind.â
Those words, the seductive voice she spoke with, and the sexy smirk that followed, nearly blew away all of the restraint I was employing.
Fuck, sheâs dangerous.
âWhat made you stop?â
âOther than seeing your barely-conscious state?â
âDonât kid yourself, I know it wasnât me that caused you to stop. Otherwise, you wouldâve stopped a long time ago.â
I almost laughed at that. âYou almost sound proud of cumming so much.â
Tiffany shrugged. âNothing to be ashamed of.â
âI was getting overwhelmed.â
Caught off guard, Tiffanyâs eyebrows furrowed together. âHm?â
âThe answer to your question,â I responded, âI stopped because I was getting a little overwhelmed. Although it looked like you were a little more overwhelmed than me. Why didnât you stop me?â
âNo reason to. It felt amazing.â I found myself grinning and opened my mouth to reply, but was cut short by Tiffany, âBut I couldnât help but notice: you didnât cum yet, did you?â
âDid you really want me to fill up your sore, tiny little pussy badly?â
âDonât you?â I felt my dick twitch in response to that again. Fuck, why is so soâ âI already told you, didnât I? Cum lots and lots inside mommy~â Tiffanyâs response, the cuter, higher-pitched tone she used while doing the roleplay, and the suggestive smirk on her face, acted as the final straw that broke my restraint.
My hands went under her thighs and lifted her legs up, a surprised squeal coming out of Tiffanyâs lips as I pushed them upwards into a âVâ shape. âYou asked for this, so donât blame me for not stopping until I empty my load inside you, mommy.â
âYeah, fuck!â
The words came out half as a moan and half as a scream, her back arching as I drilled into her from a downward angle. My knees planted firmly into the mattress and my hands tightly gripping her legs as her body shook with the force of my thrusts, I watched as her face quickly gave way to lust. It didnât take long for her hands to creep onto her chest to start massaging her own breasts, rubbing and kneading the supple skin like playdoh; her lips her parted, eyes closed, head thrown back, every part of her being proudly displaying the ecstasy she was feeling from the strong, rapid thrusts of my cock in and out of her womanhood.
âHow badly do you want this?â
âSo badly, mommy needs it, mommy needs your cumâah!â the last bit of her sentence was cut short by a louder moan when the force of my thrusts caused my groin to press up against her clit. I took advantage of the contact, a grin appearing on my face from the mewling mess Tiffany became upon rubbing the sensitive nub.
The telltale signs of her pussy tightening around my cock and the increasing frequency of her moans told me all I needed to know about her next impending orgasm. âYou gonna cum again?â
âYes, fuck, Iâm sorry, I canât help it, my clit, youâre rubbing it so much, and your cock, oh godâoh, god!â
The sexy sight before me only made me want to work harder, of her body violently conceding to the nth orgasm of the night.
âWhat a naughty mommy, cumming so many times when she was supposed to be giving a reward to her baby boy.â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â she panted, barely able to formulate complete sentences from the heavy panting that was disabling her articulatory functions.
I didnât give her any time to recover from her orgasm, continuing at the same speed and ferocity as before. The squeaking of the poor bed returned, the suite soon filled yet again with the combined sounds of our moans, my balls slapping her wet labia, and that noise, amplified more this time by the additional strength the position allowed me to use.
âGod, fuck, itâs too muchâ!â
It wasnât so much of me letting her ride out her orgasm as much as it was me chasing after my own. The buildup after all this time, the anticipation from the first time I laid my eyes on her and reigniting when she came onto me strongly in the club, was all coming to a head in every thrust that smashed the tip of my cock against her cervix.
I had a pretty good imagination, but actually fucking her was a million times better than any fantasy I had. Her perfect, beautiful visage ruined by the tongue nearly lolling out of her mouth, her stunning eyes rolled to the back of her head, her flawless, pale skin dotted with beads of sweat, her silky, jet-black hair strewn all over the blanket, all in a lecherous display before me. That wasnât even to mention her beautiful voice screaming out in ecstasy, her soaking wet yet simultaneously suffocatingly tight pussy massaging the length of my cock as it glided along its walls, every thrust causing a spurt of her juices to land on my growingly damp groin, even the silky-smooth feeling of her tensing thighs in my left hand that defeated the vision I had looking at her.
âYou love my cock so much, donât you?â
With how much of my penis I was withdrawing from her entrance, it was only a matter of time before it slipped out; when it did, I held her thighs with my elbow while directing the drenched rod back inside her, another moan erupting from Tiffanyâs lips.
âYes~â the force used to fully sheath myself back inside her caused the fat on her ass to reverberate, her body jerking upwards in reaction to my vigor, âI love it so much, fuck!â
I took advantage of my handâs position to reach between her folds and pinched her clit, causing another string of high-pitched moans to echo throughout the bedroom. âDoes mommy really want another baby?â
She nodded frantically, yet another impending orgasm causing her to twist and squirm around. âYes! Please!â
I desperately held my climax back, wanting to indulge in this moment for as long as I could withstand it, but everything was working against me: the sight of Tiffany reveling in her pleasure, the feeling of her body intertwined within mine, the beautiful melodies of moans and screams that continually flew out her lips, even the smell of sex that was gradually taking over my nostrils. âYouâre a really slutty mommy, wanting to feel her babyâs cum fill up every crevice of her naughty little pussy, arenât you?â
âYeâYesâYes!â Tiffany, barely able to formulate words at this point, could only scream out the one word in agreement, the climax that took over her body shortly after turning her into a moaning, screaming mess.
I barely had time to let out a warning yell before my own climax took over, giving her clit one last firm pinch before feeling the tension inside my nethers untangle all at once.
âFuck, itâs so hot!â
âHereâs your baby you wanted to much, mommy.â My right hand quickly went back to her thighs, holding onto them with both hands for leverage, using her orgasming pussy to ride out my own orgasm, each thrust pushing in the torrent of the sticky substance deep inside the singerâs womb.
âMore, please, more!â
The combined climaxes and the resulting creampie brewing inside her evidently extended her stay at her peak, her ability to stay still rendered completely inert by her pleasure sending tidal wave after tidal wave of ecstasy throughout her entire body.
âUgh, shit,â I grunted, feeling the last few strands of my seed being milked out by the convulsing, fleshy walls of her baby canal.
The following minute was filled with nothing but the sounds of our deep pants, me taking a minute to rest before letting her legs fall back onto the bed.
âDamianâŚâ
âHm?â
I looked up to see Tiffany beckoning for me. I obediently leaned forward, letting her hands wrap around my head and pull me down into another kiss. A pleased moan vibrated inside my throat, the feeling of her lips rubbing and massaging mine and her ample bosom smooshed against my chest barely able to fight against the refractory period softening my penis still inside her. She let me go after a few seconds, a lazy smirk on her lips. âThanks, that was amazing. But, youâre still hard?â
I definitely had the stamina to go another round or two, but just a glance at the drooping eyes of Tiffany told me all I needed about what kind of a person she was: in her heart of hearts, a people pleaser.
I shook my head, only to be met with an indignant, âYes you are, I can still feel how hard you are inside me.â
âTiff, I think itâs best that we stop.â
âHuh?â
For all the ways the existence of Tiffany fucked with my mind, I was glad this part of me remained unchanged. âLook, youâre struggling to stay awake.â
âNo, Iââ
âItâs ok, we can continue next morning if youâre up for it.â
She adamantly shook her head, her lips forming into a pout. âIâm fine, you can keep fucking me if I fall asleep.â
Being too exhausted to resist, I had little issue removing her legs that had wrapped around my waist and pulled out of her. A shudder ran up her spine that escaped out her mouth as I did so, a stream of fluids leaking out of her red and battered hole. âLetâs clean you up first, donât want any UTIs or anything.â
Tiffany continued to pout but obliged, letting me carry her to the bathroom to wash her privates. âDo you have any Plan B pills with you?â
She nodded. âIn my purse.â
After feeding the pills to her, I finished drying her up before plopping her back in bed, under the covers. However, before I could leave, I was stopped by her hand, shooting out from under the blanket and grabbing my wrist.
âDonât go.â
I turned back around in shock, as it seemed like Tiffanyâs eyes had already closed when I pulled the blanket over her.
âIâm only going to the bathroom.â
Ordinarily, I wouldâve had no problem staying the night with her, but not when it came to celebrities. In those cases, I usually opted to slip out the same night, not wanting to cause a scene or any problematic news articles. Doing so has only backfired once, and even then, the model came to understand my intentions after explaining them to her.
âYou already tried that on me, remember?â
Damn it. Why didnât I turn around when I said that?
âItâs better if I leave now, isnât it?â
She frowned pointedly at that. âWhy?â
My brows furrowed, pursing my lips in confusion. âWell, because youâre a celebrity, and you donât want to be caught leaving a hotel with a man?â
âWe can just leave at different times.â There was no denying that, but still, I didnât want to take any risks when I didnât have to. âPlus, you promised me, didnât you?â
âHm?â
âThat weâd continue tomorrow morning.â
I sighed, the twitching of my mostly-flaccid cock catching the attention of Tiffany, who giggled at the sight. âAre you going to insist that I stay?â
She nodded. âPlease?â
As much of an admitted playboy I was, the pleading eyes of a beautiful woman was something I had little resistance to; and when that beautiful woman was Tiffany, the queen of being able to bend me to her will, that resistance all but crumbled.
âI really canât win against you, can I?â
The smile on my face transferred to Tiffany, who opened the blanket covers, scooting over and patting the space she made for me. âCome to mommy~â
I obliged, slipping under the covers with her and letting her wrap her arms around mine, pulling them against her naked breasts, and resting her head against my bare shoulder. While I had no problems with her snuggling up to me like that, I couldnât help but become a little concerned. âIs that comfortable?â
With her eyes still closed, she replied, âIf I donât do this, youâll run away after I fall asleep, wonât you?â
I found myself smiling. It was an option I was holding onto in the back of my mind, but Tiffany seemed to be too thorough to let me do that. âBusted.â
She smiled back. âGood night.â
âGood night.â
By the time I repeated the words to her, she had already fallen asleep, and not too long after, so did I.
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satoru sees two cats cuddling on a windowsill as the two of you walk hand in hand and he smiles, nudging you slightly and pointing at the window, âthatâs us in another life,â thereâs a giddy smile on his lips and his blue eyes sparkle behind his sunglasses.
you smile and nod, pressing yourself against his side a bit more, âweâd definitely hold tails when we walk around.â
you see two butterflies fluttering in the wind, the spring breeze brining a freshness and liveliness that both satoru and you indulge in, laughter filling the air as you toss grapes into each others mouths.
ââtoru look!â you smile, pointing at the butterflies with a giddy look on your face, âme and you as butterflies!â you can see the smile form on his face almost immediately, tackling you to the ground in the tightest hug heâd ever given you.
thereâs two birds singing outside the window as the two of you wake up, golden rays sneaking in through the cracks of the curtains, landing almost perfectly on your lovers relaxed face. his snowy hair is sticking in every direction, lips slightly parted as the softest snores leave him.
you can help but stare, in your half asleep state you only think of how angelic he looks, how the birds must be singing for him and the sun overjoyed to be able to touch his all too perfect skin.
he twitches a bit, waking up slowly. satoru furrows his brows, feeling for you besides him, i furrowing his brows when he pulls you closer, yawning as he open his eyes to meet yours. âmorning sweetheart,â he mumbles, voice raspy and deep.
âgâmorning angel boy,â you whisper, the birds continue to sing, and you smile as he hears their melody.
âme and you as birds if we were early birds,â the chuckle that leaves his lips has you blushing, shaking your head and laughing as you cuddle closer to him.
the two of you find each other in everything; two gummy bears stuck together, the only clouds in the sky, the first two stars at night, dogs licking each other, swans swimming side by side, penguins waddling together, bees flying with each other, flowers growing together.
âme and you,â the two of you would say, giggles following immediately after, gentle kisses or a squeeze of the hand as you both continue on with whatever you were doing.
it was simple, maybe it was silly. but the two of you loved it, knowing you were always thinking of each other. knowing your love transcended matter and form.
it was always him and you, you and him. it always would be.
a/n: this is just a cute thought i had if this is all over the place and messy and doesnât make sense Iâm sorry Iâm drunk please forgive
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Lessons in Care
Pairing:Â Line Cook!Azriel x Reader
Summary:Â Azriel loves you so much. Even though you can't cook. You're trying though.
Word count:Â 1.3k
Warnings:Â A small injury
a/n: Consider this a small gift to make up for me disappearing for a month <3 This is part of the line cook au, but as I've mentioned, nothing is really in order so read however you want :) The rest of this AU can be found in my masterlist right there ⏠love you <3
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âLike this?â You shook the pan a little harder, the handle's weight tweaking your wrist at an odd angle.Â
âAlmost. Try not to hold your elbow so close to your body. It wonât flip right.âÂ
You pressed your lips together and narrowed your eyes. âThis is so hard.âÂ
âI believe in you,â Azriel teased, an amused upturn of his eyes as he watched you struggle.Â
âWhy is this pan so heavy? Itâs literally like 40 pounds.âÂ
âItâs cast iron, baby.âÂ
âThatâs stupid.âÂ
Azriel barked out a laugh, red tinting his cheeks as if he hadnât expected the sound to leave his lips. Your mouth quirked up in a small smile despite your struggle. You shot your gaze to the side to try and catch the sweet expression that still lingered on Azrielâs face.
âWould you like me to do it?â Azriel posed after clearing his throat.Â
âOf course not. I came early so you could teach me.âÂ
âI could teach you another time. You have class soon.âÂ
âWhy do you want me to fail?âÂ
âI donâtââÂ
âYou totally do. You want me unable to cook for myself so Iâll always have to rely on you, and then Iâll never be able to leave you.âÂ
Azriel laughed again, a quiet, rumbling sound. âYou caught me. Now hand that over before you hurt yourself.âÂ
You groaned and turned slightly to evade your boyfriendâs reach. âAz, Iâm serious. Teach me how to flip these stupid eggs right now.âÂ
âOkay, okay. Just let me help.âÂ
The feel of Azrielâs hand lightly sliding over yours startled you. You jumped and your fingers twitched, the sudden motion sending the tips of your fingers too far forward until a simmering pain shot through your skin. You flung the pan back on the burner instantly, its contents splattering along the stove and into the open flame. It burned a bright orange and then settled as you held your hand close to your chest.Â
You hissed a breath through your teeth and Azrielâs hands were on you.Â
âShit, baby, let me see, yeah?â he stressed, mindlessly turning the burner off without taking his eyes off you. He tugged your hand at your chest with gentle fingers. âLet me see.âÂ
You released the tight grip on your fingers and rested them in Azrielâs open palm. âI was just surprised. I donât think itâs that bad.âÂ
Azrielâs brow furrowed as he examined your burn. He tsked, pulling you gently by your wrist over to the sink. âItâs going to blister.âÂ
Cool water rushed from the pipes and soothed your skin. Azriel held your wrist in a soft grip and turned your hand slowly, back and forth in a repetitive motion.Â
âI donât think so, Az. Itâs not that bad.âÂ
Azriel shook his head. âThat pan was pretty hotâIâd be surprised if it didnât.â He looked up at you. âIâm sorry, baby. I didnât mean to scare you.âÂ
You offered a gentle smile and pressed a kiss to his jaw. âYou didnât scare me.â You raised your brow playfully. âYou just made me nervous. A cute guy like you holding my handâreaching over to help me to cook. Made me all jumpy.âÂ
Azriel breathed out a disbelieving scoff. âIâve done far worse than just hold your hand.âÂ
âScandalous!â you proclaimed, affronted. âHow can you say such things at work, Azriel? Youâll be fired.âÂ
âI can only hope,â Azriel grumbled.Â
Azriel directed you to keep your hand under the water as he dug through a cabinet for the first-aid kit despite your protests. You truly felt that you were fine and didnât even need a bandaid, but it was easy to forget the multitude of scars that littered Azrielâs hands and how they contrasted with your completely unmarred skin.Â
That was purposeful, meaningfulâAzriel worked hard so you wouldn't have to. Azriel found peace in keeping you safe and happy.Â
So you let him fuss.Â
âOkay, let me see again, baby,â Azriel requested, flipping the water off and reaching for your hand. Your skin stung as it met the air beyond the sink, but Azrielâs caring touch was like a balm.Â
He dried your fingers with a towel and uncapped a spray bottle, coating your burn with too much of the medication before grabbing a set of gauze and tape. You stared at the materials in exasperation. Azriel didnât notice the expression and continued to admisinister care as if youâd been in a fire.
âAz, I love you so much, but I donât need all of that. Itâs a small burn. Iâve probably done worse with my curling iron.âÂ
Your boyfriend only hummed and continued his work. âI donât want it to scar. It blistered already.âÂ
âYes, butââÂ
âAlmost done.â
You let him work. A few moments of silence passed. Azriel kept his gaze hard and his brow set in a harsh line.Â
That wouldnât do.Â
Once your finger was fully wrapped and protected from everything Azriel could fear, you puckered your lips in contemplation and shook your head.Â
âStill hurts really bad,â you admitted, leaning back against the counter. Azriel followed your movements, leaving little space between you.Â
âWhat?â he questioned, a tinge of panic in his tone. âThat shouldâve numbed it. How bad does it hurt?âÂ
âReally, really bad. Like my whole hand is on fire, actually.â
Azrielâwho had yet to release your fingersâstared down at them in startled befuddlement. He turned them one way and then another as if that would answer his questioning gaze, and then looked back up to meet your eyes in a way that was almost pleading.Â
âIâm sorry, maybe I shouldââ
âYou have to kiss it,â you revealed, not wanting the sad expression to linger on his face any longer. âDuh.âÂ
Azriel let out a breath that bordered on relief, but most of it seemed founded in exasperation. He shook his head and brought your fingers up to his lips all the same, smiling to himself as he began to kiss each of your fingertips. Even the ones that clearly werenât burnt. He flipped your hand over and kissed the knuckles, too, capturing your eyes as he glanced at you from beneath his lashes.Â
ââM sorry you got hurt,â he mumbled with his lips against the back of your hand. âTold you you shouldnât try cooking, baby.âÂ
The warm feeling that had begun to seep into your chest paled in comparison to the offended scoff that echoed in the empty kitchen. Azrielâs poorly concealed, devious smile was hidden in the kisses he started pressing into your palm, and although it would have fit the sound you let out, you didnât pull away.Â
âAzriel, you are just asking for me toââÂ
âThe hell is going on in here?â The kitchen door smacked against the frame as Cassian made his entrance. âSomeone get hurt?âÂ
Azriel dropped your hand just as soon as Cassian had spotted him pressed against you, clearing his throat and turning to the disheveled first-aid kit on the counter. You brought your knuckles up to your mouth to hide your laugh at Azrielâs expense, his face flushing in vulnerability.Â
âOh, I see what was going on. You were romancing your girl, werenât you, Az? Well, donât let me interrupt. You came in early and everything,â Cassian teased, his hands raised in surrender.Â
âWe were just finishing up,â you countered, a laugh trickling through. âI have to get to class, Cass. You can start your shift.âÂ
âUh huh,â Cassian smiled, raising his brows and then lowering them when he caught your hand reaching for your backpack. âYou okay?âÂ
âSheâs fine,â Azriel interrupted. He took your bag from you and slung it over his shoulder, pressing a nonchalant kiss to your head that you knew was actually not nonchalant. âIâm going to take her to school. Cover for me for 20?âÂ
âSure, man.âÂ
âAz, I was going to take the bus you donât have toââÂ
âCâmon, baby.âÂ
âBut I donât even have my helmet for your bike.â
âI always bring your helmet.â
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Honey, you're familiar
Summary: Hotch takes the day off, you plan to take full advantage of it.
A/N: MDNI!
A calloused hand softly caressing your cheek is what wakes you up instead of your alarm, or more accurately Aarons alarm.Â
The solid weight of him pressed against your back, his other arm caging you against him.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â You mumble, sleep still coating your voice while you tilt your head backwards to leave your neck bared to him, and thread your fingers through his sleep mussed hair. Very pleased at the small groan you manage to pull from him.Â
âI have the day off, remember?â He says against the skin of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses from right behind your ear to the base of your neck, the feel of it sending shivers down your spine, entirely too early to feel like this.Â
âI did remember -â a yawn cuts you off âI just didnât really believe you when you told meâ  Â
He pinches you softly in retaliation making you squeal and try to detangle yourself from sleep, an arduous task given that youâve entangled yourselves to fully usually go to bed on different sides of the bed only to wake up in the middle as an incomprehensible mess of limbs.Â
âOkay, okay I'm sorry, now get back hereâAaron uses the momentary distraction to draw you back into his arms, moving on top of you and caging you between his thick forearms.Â
âGood to know all that FBI training isnât going to wasteâÂ
âWhat, you think I do this with suspects?â He asks with an arched brow
âWell, I should hope notâ You say between laughs with the kind of carefree full teeth smile that drives him crazy.Â
Here cradled by the morning sun, he remembers the morning he met you, and how that feeling he thought had long died in that old house, began to appear again. Â
âWhat?â You ask a little breathless, your calf rises to slightly nudge his hip and his hand leaves your forearm to grip your thigh.Â
Suddenly the morning sun feels scorching on your skin, your breath deepens as he lowers himself down to kiss you, the solid weight of him on top of you a heady feeling.Â
Aaronâs lips are all consuming, in a morning like this one heâs trying to make up for every late night and missed date even when youâve told him that he doesnât have to. His hand angles your jaw to deepen the kiss and yours go up to pull at his hair, causing a groan that makes your cunt clench.Â
When you first slept together you discovered the sort of sounds you could pull from him so unlike the quiet and stoic man you had come to know, that you became devoted to learning him. Focused as a scholar, learning exactly where to press, pull or kiss to elicit the sort of sounds that would drive you crazy.Â
His hand slides from your thigh, fingertips slowly trailing up leaving only goosebumps in their wake, up to your stomach.Â
You separate only for a second as he leaves a trail of wet kisses up to your neck to suck a bruise there, making you hiss and pull at the hair in the nape of his neck once more.Â
âYou better not have left a fucking hickey Hotchnerâ you say between heaving breaths, but his only reply is a teasing grin against your neck.Â
Aarons fingers play with the band of your sleep shorts while he goes back to kiss you unhurried even in the face of your growing desperation; his fingers run tauntingly back and forth, occasionally slipping a finger in to tug at the band of your underwear only to pull back out.Â
They finally slip in to press against the patch of wetness forming in your underwear. You suck in a sharp breath when he touches your clit through your panties, rubbing more intently as you pull away from him to let out a weak moan.
âAarâ you gasp, breaking the kiss for a second, leaving his lips to chase after yours, kissing the corner of your mouth softly while you grind against his fingers.Â
âI knowâ He says, his gravelly voice reverberating through your body âjust relax honey, let me take care of youâÂ
He leans closer to you, braced on his forearm. Like this almost nose to nose he just watches you pant for a moment. Taking in this one sliver of time where his entire world is narrowed down to this bed. While holding your gaze he moves aside your underwear and finally runs his pointer finger against your cunt, collecting your wetness before going back to rub your clit.Â
He swallows your moan with a hungry kiss, his calm facade abandoned when two of his fingers enter your cunt and feel your walls clench around them, the thickness of them still makes you dizzy even after so many times together.Â
âFuckâ you moan, your foreheads pressed together when his fingers expertly twist to press against a spot that makes you feel like youâre on fire, his thumb going back to rubbing circles against your clit.Â
âYeah?â He asks, your hips bucking against his fingers, seeking even more closeness.Â
your hands going to squeeze your breasts over your (his) sleep shirt.
He stares at your hands and you know exactly what he wants then, thereâs no time to pull away and take off your shirt so you pull it up to expose your breasts to the cool morning air, Aarons lips immediately going to one, sucking softly while you arch into his mouth.
Whatever there was before in your veins replaced with something molten hot, every single part of you feels like itâs on fire.Â
âYeahâ You nod, unable to think of everything else, brain pleasantly emptied of any coherent thoughts. Your hands leave your shirt to caress his back, the nape of his neck, everything you can reach, you just want him as close as possible.Â
He alternates between both breasts, sucking one pebbled nipple into his mouth only to let go and switch to the other, not before nipping at the side of your breast.Â
After that your orgasm comes quick and loud, you donât see it coming really, you only feel Aaron rub your clit sharply one last time before you feel it crest through you, leaving you to crash against the sheets. Â
âAaronâ Â You moan loudly, uncaring of the neighbors.Â
âThatâs itâ He murmurs, his fingers have stopped moving but his thumb still rubs your clit until you canât take it anymore.  Â
Despite his fingers still being inside you, you want him near so you pull him to you, the ensuing kiss sloppy and uncoordinated.Â
âIâm going to need you to take time off more oftenâ You say, smiling against his lips.Â
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