#What To Do If Your Ex Comes Back Mind Blowing Tips

[wonsroyalty]

TIMELESS : ̗̀➛양정원

XO tatted all over her body...

✧jungwon x f!reader

genre/warnings: 3.3k words, 17+, no minors 🔞, friends w benefits to lovers, hair pulling, slapping, smoking🍃, constricted breathing, biting, scratching, crying, annoying roommates, kinda filthy but um yeah, overstimulation, NOT proofread :(

a/n: umm the fact that this is my first work.. idk what happened tbh LMAOO i was listening to the song and jungwon came to mind so slay ?? i hope you guys like it but also PLEEASEE give me feedback because it’s my first time publishing anything but um yeah i’ll write more for enha because i literally love them and yeah (anton mentioned - RIIZE IS SEVEN 🧡🤗)

kisses, from laurie 😽

As soon as the words - ‘come over.. i haven’t seen you in a while. i miss you.’ came through your phone you already knew what was going to go down.

The two of you had met a good few years prior after being introduced by a mutual friend - Sunghoon - and toed over the line of friendship during a smoke session. Ever since then you decided to keep the friendship but have constantly messed around.

Jungwon was in a band and on tour constantly so when he did eventually call you didn’t waste time getting to him.

Now you were in his room breathing as one with the fog that clouded the room and also your judgment while his 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 playlist played in the background.

Jungwon tapped on the XO tattoo that sat on your neck, signalling for you to open your mouth.

He blew the smoke from his mouth into yours and waited for you to hold it then exhale.

kiss me. kiss me. kiss me.

Were the words that ran through your mind on an endless track as you stared up at him with wide eyes and a small grin.

“Already?” he pouted. “You usually last longer than this.”

Your hands wrapped themselves around his neck allowing your fingers to weave their way into the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Yeah well, given the circumstances…” you started.

It wasn’t common for you both to be alone together because his roommates were either always around or he wasn’t even there himself.

Jungwon had stated on the phone that Anton was out with some friends or whatever while Taesan wanted to see his girlfriend.

“I want you.” you finished.

“Did you ever do this to Jake?” he taunted.

Right. The ex situationship whose heart you broke which ended with awkward tension in the friend group because you didn’t wait long before running to Jungwon. It was known by all your friends that you and Jake were absolute freaks in bed.

And although the smoke had infiltrated your thoughts, you still knew that you were going to have Jungwon one way or another tonight.

“No. Only you. I just want you.”

He lifted his body off yours and sat back against the headboard of his bed.

“Yeah?” he smirked as he let out another cloud of smoke. “You want me?”

You nodded as you bit into the plush skin of your cheek.

“Show me how bad you want me.” he mockingly nodded back as he spread his legs invitingly.

You wasted no time in crawling over and planting yourself in between his legs.

Jungwon placed an arm behind his head as you unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled down his jeans and boxers.

He make a snarky comment about you taking your time.

“I’ve got time.” you joked.

You inhaled before slowly blowing cold air onto the head of his cock.

“Ugh.. fuck.” he groaned. “Suck on it baby.”

You wrapped your lips around the tip as you jerked the rest of him off to get him fully hard.

He took another drag as you lifted your head off him and began to tease him by licking a stripe along the protruding vein on his fat cock.

“Stop teasing me, ___.”

You laughed in response, “Be patient-”

The full sentence never left your mouth as your head whipped to the side. The stinging pain in the shape of a handprint coursed through your body all the way down to a throbbing sensation between your legs.

“Fuck..” Came out from your lips as a whine.

Jungwon wrapped his free hand through your hair and forced you onto his length.

“Open your throat, baby.” he asked. “I know you can take it.”

He bucked his hips relentlessly as he chased his own high without any regard for your breathing.

Tears formed in your eyes as you attempted to match his unruly pace without choking.

Being vocal about his pleasure wasn’t unusual when he was with you, but every time it turned you on even more.

“You’re taking me so well baby.”

You gagged over and over again as spit leaked out of your mouth and dripped all over his thighs.

He peeked open an eye to see you struggling to breathe and immediately pulled you off by your hair.

You coughed hysterically before attempting to suck him off again. He pushed you away once more.

“Sorry.. I got a bit carried away.” he inspected your face to see if anything was wrong.

You rested your face onto the palm on your cheek, “It’s fine, I like it.”

He chuckled, “Of course you do.”

You placed your mouth onto his length once more and jerked off whatever your mouth couldn’t reach, using your other hand to play with his balls.

Instead of resting in your hair like before, Jungwon snaked his hand around your throat, lightly testing the waters as he pushed on your pressure points.

The vibrations of you moaning sent chills all over his body.

“You like that?” he bit onto his bottom lip while pressing harder.

You hummed in response.

“You slut, I’m not surprised.” he degraded. “A freak like yourself would probably get off on me tying you up and making you watch me or some shit like that.”

Your thighs rubbed together as you moaned, feeling yourself get closer to your high without even being touched by him.

His words alone had you right where he wanted you.

“Fuck, babe i’m close.” he moaned. “I know you are, cum with me.”

Your eyes rolled back as he shot his load into the back of your throat causing you to come right after him as you struggled to swallow all he was giving you.

But you wanted to show him how good you could be.

So good that he wouldn’t need to keep fucking around with other people.

Jungwon felt himself get hard again as he watched you stick out your tongue to show that you’d swallowed everything.

“You’re so hot.” he whimpered before putting out the cig.

“Thanks, I know.” you smirked.

It wasn’t a secret that you’d been good looking your whole life. You even managed to pull the whole friend group at once, having all the boys wrapped around your finger.

But with Jungwon it was different, from the moment that he first laid eyes on you, he knew that he had to have you. He had to have you under his control.

Wasting no time, he pushed you onto your back then ripped his shirt off.

“You actually came?” he laughed menacingly. “I didn’t even touch you.”

Your hands covered your face in very little to no embarrassment as you nodded.

He pulled them away before opening your jaw and spitting into your mouth.

Giving you no time to swallow, he attacked your lips and began to messily lick, bite and tug them till they were swollen.

The two of you didn’t usually kiss, not wanting to cross the line. Like you hadn’t already done so longgg ago…

When he pulled away the two of you were connected by a single string of spit.

“Don’t cover your face pretty, look at me.”

As he stared into your own blown eyes he knew that he wouldn’t stop until he had you begging him to.

One second your mini skirt hugged your hips and the next it was ripped and tossed onto the floor.

“Jungwon!” you pouted. “That one’s my favourite.”

He ripped open your shirt and unclasped your bra before biefly sucking on each tit.

“I’ll just buy you another one.” he huffed as he shuffled down the bed to be face to face with your pussy.

He pulled down your panties awfully slowly before pushing your legs up to your chest and telling you to hold them.

Watching your hole gape and grasp around nothing led him to blow cold air onto your clit, trying to get a reaction out of you.

Your hips bucked up and you whined.

“Wonie, please.” you begged.

He laughed at you again.

“You see how you don’t like it when it’s your turn, huh?”

You huffed. “I’m sorry.”

You really weren’t. And you’d do it again just to see him react in the same way.

He licked at your slick with a long groan before replacing the hold on your thighs with his own hands and diving in.

Obscene noises came from your lower body as he fingered you open with two fingers and practically made out with your clit before switching to rub figure eights and curl his tongue against your sweet spot.

Your fingers wove their way into his hair as the moans leaving your mouth grew in volume.

Clit still sensitive from the first orgasm led you to tug at the locks on his scalp and pull him away.

He got the message for like two seconds before wrapping his lips onto it again.

“I know you can take it baby, come on.” he goaded while sticking a third finger into your heat. “Be good for me.”

“I can take it.” you moaned at the sight before you.

The lower half of his face was covered in your essence while his heavy lidded eyes intoxicatingly stared into your soul.

If you could etch this version of him into your brain to watch over and over, you would.

You threw your head back against the sheets as he plunged his thick fingers into you again, repeatedly hitting the spot that you needed him at.

“I’m so close… so close!” you cried. “Nngh.. Jungwon please!”

Your hips thrashed as you felt the coil teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm.

Then he pulled away.

“Ugh!” you complained. “WHY would you do that?!”

“Fuck.” he moaned, ignoring you while he sucked on his fingers and closed his eyes due to the intense pleasure. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Jungwon?” you glared. “Hellooo, earth to Jungwon.”

He got up onto his knees and lined himself up against you.

“Figured you’d want to come on my dick instead.” he shrugged.

You couldn’t even roll your eyes in annoyance because he knew you so well.

He slowly eased himself in as you reached behind his shoulders to pull him into you.

“Fuck… you’re so warm. So tight.” he moaned out. “Can you take it?”

Your legs pushed at his lower back to indicate that you wanted allll of him.

The stretch was the best part. It had you feeling like every atom in your body had split and reverted as you felt a fullness inside you that only he could reach.

“You’re so big.” you babbled. “So big..”

“Already drunk on my cock… fuck baby.”

You nodded as you begged him to move, “Please, I can take it.”

He wasted no time in thrusting into you at a rapid pace, not even giving you a second to adjust.

“Fuckkk. Wonie, faster.”

Jungwon pounded into your heat as he moaned into your ear.

“Taking me so well.” he whimpered. “Like this pussy was made for me. Made for my cock.”

“Only you.” you moaned pathetically while your nails scratched down his back feeling overwhelmed from the sensation of his nipples rubbing against yours.

His dick was so good that you wanted to tell him you loved him then and there.

Already close from the orgasm that was ripped away from you, he rubbed your clit as your thighs began to shake.

“Hold on baby, let’s cum together.”

He lifted the upper half off his body and laced your fingers together.

“I’m so close.. fuck!” you sobbed. “Daddy, please let me cum.”

His hips faltered as you felt his tip twitch inside you.

“Daddy, huh?” he grinned. “Fuck, baby. Daddy’s gonna have you crying over this cock.”

He seemed to go at a pace that was impossibly faster than before not giving you time to process your words as he had you cumming all over him.

The feeling of your walls squeezing him and milking him for an orgasm sent him over the edge.

You both whimpered and moaned as the air began to feel heavy.

You whined at the feeling of his still hard dick pulling out, watching as Jungwon fixated on the cum leaking out of you.

“Fuck. You can give me another one right?” He pleaded. “Give Daddy another one, baby.”

You shook your head.

“‘s too much.”

You couldn’t even think straight as you stared into space.

“I know, I know.” he pouted. “One more for me, then we’ll stop.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.” he whispered back as he flipped you onto your stomach.

He pulled your hips up and pushed your head down into the mattress as your spine automatically arched to the position that you knew he loved.

“Fuck.” he cried as he pushed back into you.

Once again he wasted no time in fucking into you at a rapid pace, crying out as you clenched around him.

“Faster! Please daddy.” your cried into the sheets as he slapped your ass.

You were wayyy past the point of being cock drunk but the same was for him. His brain fogged up as the only thoughts coming through were that he wanted no. needed to have you writhing under him again.

He circled your clit and lifted up your leg to hit the deepest spot possible.

The mix of your past releases ran down the back of your thighs and stuck to the front of his.

Your tears soaked the duvet while your mouth hung open, drool seeping down.

Jungwon felt himself get close again but with the way you were twitching under his hold he could feel that something was different.

“Can I cum? Please daddy.” you sobbed.

“Yeah, baby. You’ve done so well for me.” he praised.

A weird but familiar sensation built up inside you leaving you to attempt to pull off Jungwon.

He pulled you right back and continued abusing your hole.

“No, no, no!” you cried as you squirted so hard that his cock slipped out and your body slumped down feeling spent.

Jungwon came all over your lower back at the sight. He could confidently say that was the longest orgasm he’d had in a very long time.

A loud ringing subsided in your ear as you felt the loss of his body heat.

Too tired to say anything, you patiently waited for him to come back.

He scooped you up princess style and took you the bath that he’d started.

You hummed contentedly as he scrubbed all over your body.

“Can we just sit here for a while?” you asked, voice hoarse from all the shouting.

He nodded as he snuggled up to your back.

The two of you stayed there for however long until Jungwon got out so he could quickly change his sheets before coming back to fully dry you off and help you apply lotion.

You followed him to his room again with shaky legs, allowing him to dress you in one of his shirts and boxers.

“Let me get you some water.” he said, caressing your cheek.

You followed after him into the kitchen despite his warnings to stay put.

Your legs gave way after like 6 steps.

“Fuck daddy! You’re so big!” came a voice from the couch.

Anton cackled at you as Taesan mocked the obscene dialogue that went on between you and Jungwon.

“Nice to know he fucks you well.” the former taunted.

“Fuck off.” you rolled your eyes as you struggled to stand up.

“Why don’t you get up first?” Taesan chuckled.

“Ugh, I thought you two weren’t even in tonight?” you grumbled.

They looked confused. “Now who said- ”

“Okayyy! Let’s go.” Jungwon conveniently interrupted.

He placed the water on the counter so he could pick you up then grabbed the glass again as he walked to his room.

You flipped off his roommates who made kissing faces at you.

"What the fuck happened to your back?" Anton commented on the red scratches running down his back.

"Heard he likes his girls the way he likes his cats." Was the last thing you heard before Jungwon slammed the door shut with his foot.

With you placed on the bed, he began to flutter around the room arranging random things.

The only thing you found interesting were the french tip nails - that he paid for! - as you thought about everything that had just happened.

First he lied to you about his roommates being there considering he knew that you always held back whenever they were in the apartment, secondly he kissed you - you never kissed each other but he did it so casually and third, the urge to tell him that you loved him.

You knew that what you felt for Jungwon was different to what you were supposed to but but how could you not? Your relationship was anything but casual.

Half of his closet stored your clothes and your shower routine products were literally in his bathroom cabinet. He always acted possessively over you whenever you’d meet with his other friends and didn’t even correct people when they said you looked like a cute couple.

But then he’d go and fuck the other people on his roster and you’d be reminded that you weren’t the only one when he’d post a soft launch on instagram.

“Wonie.” you called out.

He hummed in response while folding some clothes into his suitcase.

“Can we talk?” you asked timidly.

He stopped what he was doing and sat next to you.

“What do you mean, __?” he asked back as he held your face.

Wow, not even a nickname.

“I mean that… I just…”

Jungwon assured you that you could speak to him about whatever you were thinking about.

Fuck him for being so understanding.

You couldn’t even stop the words from coming out of your mouth,

“I think I love you.” you blurted out before covering your mouth in shock. “… I’m gonna go-”

He pulled you back in by your waist and kissed you delicately as if you were fragile and he needed to protect you from harm.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach when he pulled back to rest his forehead against yours.

“You finally caught on.” he smiled.

“Finally?” you frowned. “What do you mean finally?”

“I’ve liked you ever since I laid eyes on you.” he grinned. “Had to wait for stupid Jake to get out of the way.”

“Let’s not talk about Jake right now.” you laughed.

“I’m being serious.”

“What about the other people that you keep seeing?”

Jungwon rolled onto his back in a fit of laughter.

“At one point or another, I called them your name.” he smiled.

You gasped.

“No you didn’t!”

He nodded.

“With all of them?!”

“Come on, you’re making me seem like a man whore. It was only 5 people.” he groaned. “Not my best choice but yeah I called them all off agess ago.”

The laughing died down as you lay next to him.

“__ __, I know i’ve been a bit of a prick- ”

“Major prick.” you giggled.

“Right, major prick.” he smiled. “But I was wondering.. If you wanted to be my girlfriend?”

You nodded with an uncontrollable smile.

“I’d love to.”

He pounced onto you as he squeezed the life out of you stating that he was the happiest man alive.

A selfie of the two of you was posted to his story with the caption ‘My gf😍, back off bitches 😒’ and he tossed his phone to the side as it began to blow up with ‘congratulations’ and ‘finally’.

The two of you cuddled under the sheets as he played your favourite movie (he claimed it was his fav too 🙄)

Exhaustion overwhelmed your senses as you let sleep carry you.

Jungwon studied your features as he always did before snuggling up to you.

“I love you too.” he whispered.

THE END.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

if vendetta!leon actually got his vacation

pairing: vendetta!leon x reader

cw: masturbation, p in v, oral

wc: 880

Vendetta!Leon is gross. A complete perv. To make matters worse, he’s too drunk to care most of the time. Let’s say he finally does get his vacation, he treats himself to a trip to a fancy island resort. He’s sitting by the pool, drinking some ‘girly’ cocktail like a pina colada when he sees you walking by. All the way on the other side of the pool, but he’s not that old, he’s still got his eyesight, still gets to drool over some girl in a skimpy bikini. Young, but not too young, maybe 21 or 25. He knows you told him the night you met at the bar where he spent most of his week lurking.

You were there with a group of friends for your special birthday trip, which meant that your bikini was barely concealed by a sash with ‘birthday girl’ written on it in tacky glitter, which matched the tinsel in your hair and the sparkles on your cheeks. You looked like a walking disco ball, not that Leon minded, since he was more focused on what was under the two tiny triangles of fabric that clung to your chest, damp and chlorine-scented. The bikini bottoms are akin to a g-string, so there’s really nothing left to the imagination there. Leon’s surprised the bartender didn’t tell you to come back with pants on, but maybe he was enjoying the view too.

Leon’s really glad you didn’t change your outfit. He did, though, not just because he can’t stand the wet bathing suit feeling, but because after he’d seen you at the pool earlier that day, once he’d cataloged that image of you in his mind, he went up to his room and jerked off to the thought of you. No particular fantasy, he didn’t really get that far - the moment he locked the door, he fell back onto the king sized bed, whipped out his already hard dick, and got about three pumps into the regular routine before cumming on his swimsuit, as well as the fresh sheets underneath him.

At the bar, he convinces you to do karaoke, and everyone is cheering you on no matter how badly you do, and maybe it’s because you look better than anyone else in the room even when you fuck up or because everyone is wasted, including you and Leon (duh). Somehow, he manages to have you begging him to dance, and his hands are on your hips, which are firmly pressed against his and he knows that you can tell he’s rock hard at this point. Either you’ve decided to continue to humor him because he’s cute in a pathetic sort of way or you’re into gross old men, either way it’s his lucky day.

Before they shut the place down, he’s deciding where he’ll fuck you because he’s pretty sure it’s going to happen at this point. Leon used to be hot, he knows how these things go. You take him back to your room, which is probably the best choice since the stain on his sheets would be a turn off, but it’s also a bit inconvenient because you’re staying across the hotel, on a high up floor. So, you end up making out in the least visible corner of the lobby and he’s already got his fingers inside you by the time you’re in the elevator. If anyone catches you, the wetness dripping down your thighs is just pool water. It’s an adults-only resort anyway, so who cares? At least, Leon hopes it is, but his memory is a little foggy at this point in the night.

Leon’s lucky that he’s old and drunk - and that he’s already gotten off earlier in the day - because it means he’s able to last longer than five minutes. To you, it’s probably a nice surprise, especially when boys in their early 20s always cum too quickly. With your ex, you were lucky if he so much as got the tip in before blowing his load. Leon can actually fuck you. It’s sloppy, sure, but he has a nice dick and he knows what he’s doing. He has enough experience to rely on muscle memory and increased stamina from the adrenaline rush he gets from this level of arousal.

He’s also enthusiastic about eating pussy, which is a real novelty. When he does, it’s even sloppier, the sound of him tonguing you down is borderline disgusting, but that’s what makes it better. You’ve shaved or waxed since you don’t want hair showing through your bikini bottoms, which only makes things easier for Leon, can’t get any hair in his mouth. You can feel his facial hair against your skin, and will probably end up with stache-rash on both sets of lips, but his stubble grazes your inner thighs and it only enhances the pleasure. That, coupled with the tip of his nose that rubs against your clit perfectly, give him a leg up in terms of pussy-eating. Say what you will, but that nasty old man still knows what he’s doing when it comes to the bedroom. 

[anantaru]

Do you have anything else on situationship with Scara?!?! I LOVE that concept.

cw. [ex]plicit, situationship & a little fuckboy scara and also very toxic, fem! reader

between you two, it's only sex to scaramouche, nothing more and nothing less— and with no hold barred, he plainly cannot allow himself to blow this situation out of proportion and make more out of it, even imagine the future possibility of your quote on quote, special relationship, becoming something meaningful, something satisfying.

although scaramouche knows that beyond anything else, the moment he shows up in front of your door step for this one particular feeling of unmixed pleasure, you're so compliant that it makes his mouth water— feeling a spark settle under his skin when you invite him into your home.

you do not trust him, really, you would be an idiot if you did— but you were growing frantic solely by how he'd fuck you each time he needed to feel you, how scaramouche imposed pleasure on you like he wholeheartedly hated your guts, always pistoling his cock fast and hard until droplets of his cum, dense and hefty in quantity, begin to spurt out of his throbbing red tip, battering up your walls like he'd always crave to.

the burning split of his cock adds a slight sting of pain and an ache in your lower region as you fold your arms around his body when scaramouche surprisingly doesn't mind, his body hot under your fingertips.

when it came to adding more physical intimacy than necessarily needed, you were always trying to stay in your lane as to not make yourself seem desperate, but much to your own surprise, scaramouche oddly enough welcomed you being this touchy with him and would sometimes search for it.

his lips stretch into a devilish smile, "hey, look at me," he repeats himself slowly when you do not do as he commands, a seething click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth signifying his growing temper,

"f-fuck—come on now, you don't want to test your luck with me, do you?" he blows off hot air, searching for your flustered face.

you sob and cry out when he fucks you faster instead, your eyes glossed up in warm tears as the confines of your pussy had taken over the size of his shaft piercing through you,

"i-i'm looking," mewling, you push your spine up after another hard thrust, "I'm always looking a-at you," as his heart suddenly soars at your candid admittance, catching him off guard, resulting in a strong shade of his cheeks forming a deep red.

"ugh, good," scaramouche groans through the single word, "all i wanted you to say in the first place," which made it all the better.

manic with desire, your legs shiver as he fucks you into the mattress, the muscles on his back flexing as he thrusts into your cunt— and in this searing moment in time, your pussy was filthy, slobbering all over his girth and marking him with your liquids.

your eyes were hazy with a sensation you couldn't possibly name even if you wanted to, your sore hole incapable to stop twitching around his girth as scaramouche searches for your pouted lips at last, his tongue demanding when he traps it in between your mouth, taking a huge gulp of air before muttering something inaudible into your lips.

"w-what a shame," he grinds his hips deeper, holding still for a second before whining out slightly, "hah, this supposed feeling of love sure is a terrible thing, don't you think?"

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

[trashmouth-richie]

ᴴᴱᴬᵀᴱᴰ

CHAPTER 2: DOUBLE DOSED

HEATED

≛ modern!eddie x female reader x modern! steve

≛ summary: a week after being stranded on the side of the road with eddie and steve, you finally figure out what you’re going to do. Can the boys agree to what you have planned?

≛ THIS CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE FIC

≛ chapter warnings: MODERN AU, 18+ only I can’t be anymore clear about that, fuckgirl! reader vibes, Steve’s kind of a dickhead, oral m & f receiving and giving, mentions of birth control, reader gets eaten out by a girl, drug use, mention of alcohol, modern themes including texting, snapchat, iced coffee, crumbl cookie lmao etc, no y/n used, readers nickname is taff or taffy (bruh I hate using y/n catch me using any dumb nickname) Eddie picks reader up in a hug, real simpy Eddie behavior.

“I just don’t know Robin,” you explain, pulling literally at your hair from the root, “what should I do?” 

Ever since that day in the back of Wayne’s truck, you hadn’t had a single night of peace. Both Eddie and Steve were blowing up your phone. Begging for your attention. It was flattering at first. Two of Hawkins hottest at your beck and call. Each vying for your undivided, not knowing that they were competing for it. 

“Quit squirming,” Robin says in a huff between your legs, her mouth blossomed red and slick with spit, “I’ve been down here for thirty minutes and you aren’t any closer to coming than when I started.” 

Her apartment was hot and sticky, the oscillating fan on its last leg, and you were both stripped down to nothing to keep cool on your planned girls day in. A day to forget about the boys stressing you out and for Robin to get away from her annoying ex. And just like how it usually happened with her, you ended up snorting lines and making eachother buzz with orgasms. 

“Ugh, sorry,” you say annoyed, leaning up on your elbows to see her pretty face, “I just can’t relax.” 

“Tell me about it,” she says around your puffy clit, the tip of her tongue flicking it like a snake. 

You had made the boys swear to secrecy that they wouldn’t tell a soul about what had happened. But you didn’t promise anything. 

And the moment you had gotten home, you sent a text to Robin explaining every single detail, down to girth and length. 

“I think, you should date them both, try em out, what’s the worst thing that could happen?” 

“You think so?”

“Yeah, now please shut up, you’re taking forever and I’m bored.”

-

The next morning you woke with a smile on your lips. Any turmoil left in your mind on your decision had gone with Robin’s idea. 

The alarm clock on your bedside table illuminated 9:15AM and before even slipping your toes into some slippers, you sent two text messages to two recipients. 

The normal routine of your morning commenced without fail, washing your face, scrubbing your body in the shower, putting on light makeup before making a pot of coffee. 

Eddie arrived first, his motorcycle echoed loud off the parking lot as he backed it into a spot against the sidewalk. His dark curls were honeyed by the sun, a bag of Chinese takeout in one arm and a dozen roses in another. The prettiest dimples displayed on his stupid gorgeous face. 

“Hey beautiful,” he smirked, wrapping you in a hug and kissing your cheek. He smelled like muted cigarettes and bourbon cologne. The creak of his leather jacket echoed in your ears as he lifted you off the ground into a bone crushing hug, making you squeal.

“Sleep well?”

Before you could answer his smile had faded into a scowl when the door swung open and Steve stood at the threshold.  Wielding a pink box of gourmet cookies and two iced coffees, his wire framed Ray Bans pushed into his hair. 

“Munson,” he greeted, nodding to his friend in that jock head jerk. Stepping around him, Steve sets the coffees on the counter and gathers you into a hug, kissing your neck and whispering that he had missed you. 

His golden retriever vibe of tanned skin and forest colored eyes bore through you when he licked his lips. 

You pull away and smile at them. They both look so good but in completely different ways. 

Eddie’s tattoos were peeking out from under the tight white shirt he was wearing, as was a silver chain necklace. 

You were practically drooling to get your lips on his skin again. 

Steve was in light colored shorts and a casual button up, exposing the dusting of chest hair that your fingers ached to be wrapped in. If you had your way you’d take them both right here right now but that’s not what today was about. 

“Why are we both here, baby?” Eddie asks, setting the bouquet and the Chinese food on the counter, pushing away the pink box of treats from his competitor.

“It’s obvious.” Steve says with a smirk pulling on his lips, “she’s gonna let you down easy and go out with me.”  

“Always so cocky,” you tsk, trying not to look at the way his shorts are cinched at the zipper. 

You look between them, big doe whiskey colored eyes stare at you in longing, while the mossy floor ones squinted with a smirk. 

 “We need to talk, and rather me having this conversation twice- I figured we are grown ass adults and can talk about what happened.” 

Eddie nods and crosses his arms, leaning forward to not miss anything you were about to say. Meanwhile Steve leaned a hip into the wall, checking his phone. 

“Before I stroke your egos, you both know you’re hot, so I’m not going to tell you how fucking great that day was.”

“fuck yeah it was,” Steve chimed in, adjusting his length in his shorts. 

Eddie blushed a pretty salmon and shot you a wink. 

“But— I’m not choosing between the two of you, I can’t, ask Robin, I about gave her a brain aneurysm yesterday trying to figure it out.” 

You were the one on the verge of an aneurysm when you came allover her lips but that’s another story. 

“So, we’re gonna do this with no strings, no feelings, just friends hooking up and playing around. Cool?”

Eddie’s eyes fall to the tops of his boots.

“So let me get this straight,” Steve gaped, eyebrows pulled in, “you’re going to go out with the two of us... at the same time?” 

“Yeah, kinda what you do with every hussy in town Harrington.”

Steve’s gears are grinding but Eddie hasn’t said a word. 

“What the fuck Taff?” Steve huffs in annoyance. 

you banter back talking to him like he’s a child, “what’s the matter Harrington, don’t like sharing?”

“Rich boys are used to having their way.” Eddie gloats. 

“Oh fuck off,” he pours, “what about sex? Or is this like a PG thing, eating pizza at Chucke fuckin’ Cheese?” 

You cross your arms, and lick your lips, “oh we’ll be fucking, but not until you’re clean, both of you.” 

Eddie’s eyes finally perk up, he hasn’t been with anyone since last year and he was checked three months ago. 

“Oh come on!” Steve whines, “MaKenna is a virgin, and Blair and  Nicole have only blown Tommy since being with me— no need to fuck anyone else catch my drift?” 

“Sorry Harrington, I’m not risking catching anything and giving it to Eddie because you fundipped your way across campus. Show me you’re clean and it’s game on.” 

He pouts, “Jesus Christ… I’ll even wear a condom, c’mon.. I swear I’m clean.” 

“What the fuck is this 1990? I have an IUD, just get clean and we can do whatever you want.” 

Eddie feels like he has the upper hand for the first time since arriving at your apartment, “W-when does this start, sweetheart?” 

“Right now,” you shrug, “ I know you had to take off work today so I’m yours, see ya tomorrow Stevie.” 

“Such bullshit.” 

“Don’t worry buddy, I’ll take care of her while you’re off swabbing your pee hole,” Eddie says with a wave to his friend,  cockiness in his stance. 

“Be nice, boys.” 

You don’t expect what happens next but Steve grabbed your wrist and twisted you into him, kissing you square on the mouth just as firm as he did in the bed of Wayne’s truck. Rough and giving no grace he leaves you spinning even after he’s left. 

“Text me if you get bored with this one,” he says, licking his bottom lip to get one more taste of you as he walks through the door, “bye.” 

You cross the kitchen to the counter, lips still buzzing from Steve’s kiss. You pull out two forks from the proper drawer and rip some paper towels from the roll. 

Pulling out the white cardboard containers of Chinese food from the plastic sack, you plate them with shaky fingers. The fork in your hand slipping every once in a while and clanging loudly into the ceramic plate. 

“Hungry?” you ask over your shoulder.

“Starving actually,” Eddie says, “but there’s something I wanna do first.” 

You tear open a foil packet of soy sauce between your teeth and squeeze it all over the fried rice, “yeah, and what’s that?” 

Not noticing how close he was to you, his hands rest hotly on either of your hips, fingernails grazing the cotton of your shorts.

In a quick spin, you’re suddenly facing him, fork in one hand, soy sauce packet in the other. His eyes are impossibly dark, and a twist of a smirk lays on his pretty lips. 

“I wanna kiss you.” 

His lips ghost over yours and your tongue reaches for his lips but is met by nothing.

His breath fans across your lips, the sweetest of pouts escapes you, and his adam's apple bobs in his throat, swallowing your annoyance, “not here.” 

His fingers tease the waistband of your shorts, cold steel of his rings icing into your skin, dipping into it with a tentative touch. 

The zipper of his leather jacket bites into your palms as you pull him closer into you, and just like that day on the side of the road, it felt easy with Eddie.

You share the same bated breath as his fingers plunge deeper and push your underwear out of the way.  Between your slick folds he teases at your clit with his middle finger, swallowing the pretty noise you emit. 

“Wanna kiss you here,” he said with a thick fingered flick against your clit making you moan through your teeth but lips,  “need to taste you, again.” 

You moan his name and he helps you wiggle out of your shorts in a hurry. Feeling like you’re possessed at the sight of him dropping to his knees on the cold linoleum of your kitchen floor, like a sinner praying for mercy in a cathedral—you’re practically begging for his tongue where you need it most. 

Two weeks ago you and Eddie were just friends, and now he’s pulling the prettiest noises from you that would make the angels sick with worry,  

His lips kiss your thighs feverishly in his travels. Dark curls tickling against the spit from his sloppy mouth. Every sensation in your body was screaming, and you cursed out loud when he hooked your leg over his shoulder like a guitar strap. 

His eyes didn’t leave yours as he pushed this tongue into your slick, flicking against the hood of your clit, “so fuckin pretty baby, been seeing her in my dream for a week.” 

Nerves wrecked already you’re practically a puddle at his simping words, trying like hell to balance on one foot and carving your nails into the underside of the counter. But Eddie’s face could have held you up alone. 

He’s buried in your pussy. The happiest of graves. Nose, mouth chin- gone. All you can see of him down the plain of your own body are his curls. But you can feel him everywhere. 

Devil's tongue stuffed between your legs, thrashing and lapping up like a mad man starved. His groans vibrate around you and your legs quake. His fingers are pushed deep in the well of your velvet walls, another circling your ass and putting the tiniest bit of pressure there making you cry out. 

His name falls from your lips like a chant, faster and faster until your orgasm peaks and blinds you, your body losing all control from his tongue, your knuckles go white when you grab his hair, holding him right where you need him. 

“Fuck,” he groans, wrapping his lips around your sensitive clit once more before he adjusts your panties back into place. Your fingers ache from the grip you had on the counter and in his locks. 

Kissing the delicate fabric around the apex of your thighs, he whispers softly, “I could do that everyday.” 

He helps you step back into your shorts, that glorious tongue poking out in concentration, and he looks up at you with a shy smile, standing and holding your hands.

“With a tongue like that, I might let you.” 

“Don’t tease me Taffy, I’m still hard.” 

And now it was your turn to be needy. You pull the lapels of his leather jacket into you and you kiss his slick coated lips, he tastes like you and the salty soy sauce that was still on your lip. 

Kissing Eddie was different than Steve, he painted your mouth the same way he lapped at your folds. If you never caught your breath— that would be fine with you. Your head spun around his web and you were tangled in it. 

His hands wrap around your back and one holds your face. It was deeply passionate, and your heart was bursting, your lips move to his neck and you suck and bite a mark into him, and he whimpers when your kisses go small. 

“This is gonna get cold Eddie,” you say against the column of his throat. 

“Let it, I’ll buy more.” 

You grin into his skin and he laughs when you tickle his sides, “c’mon,” you urge. 

And Eddie gets in one last kiss before breaking away, pulling your lip down with his thumb, and you shudder at the way he looks at you as if you’re the only girl on the planet, “if you say so.” 

-

The Chinese needed to be s microwaved but it was still good., The hunan pork was tender and juicy, and the lo mein noodles were to die for. You and Eddie sat side by side on the barstools and talked like you always had. He had a gig this weekend and when he asked if you were coming you said of course you were, a quirk to your brow. 

“Alright,” he said, putting alot of effort and concentration into twirling a noodle with his fork, “just wasn’t sure.” 

You leaned forward and kissed sauce from the corner of his mouth, and your core ached and pulsed at the sight of his boyish grin and blushing cheeks. 

“Wouldn’t miss it, even if it is Steve’s night.” 

He accepted a bite from your fork of fried rice, and almost melted when you held pinched fingers up to his mouth of a ripped piece of crab rangoon. 

“We’re still cool, right?” he asks after crushing the bite between his teeth, his eyes watching you put your fingers in your mouth and nodding. 

“So c-can I ask you something as a friend?” 

His brows are pinched in a furrow and you know he’s uneasy about something. 

You slurp a noodle into your mouth and talk with a mouthful, a hand in front of your face, “spit it out, Munson.” 

His fork clanks on the plate as he sets it down and gives the plate away. He runs a hand through his hair, and leans on his elbows and picks at his rings. 

“So, why— I mean, why the both of us. You and Harrington can’t even stand each other.” 

He was right, before last week you and Steve could barely be in the same room together, and now you were agreeing to fuck with no strings attached. 

“It’s physical with Steve, like pure animalistic instinct. There’s no thoughts, and I think us hating each other just makes it that much better.” 

Eddie’s weight shifts on the stool and his eyes never leave his rings, spinning them in a nervous habit. 

“So you don’t like him like that?” 

And the truth of his question falls through but you refuse to answer it, you have your own questions to ask, you toss the paper napkin onto your plate and mimic his actions, pushing it ahead on the counter. 

“Eddie.. are you jealous?” 

You leaned into him, the pads of your fingers daintily walking up his thigh, your eyes blink slow in a lazy seduction and fuck he’s practically putty in your hands. 

He licks his lips feverishly, suddenly hot around the collar and his heart hammered a rhythm loud enough to make a tune out of it. 

“N-no,” pppft he stammers, “I’m not jealous,” he tries his best not to catch your eye but once he does those hersheys bars give him away and a bubble gum blush tickles his cheeks. He clears his throat with an ahem, and raps his knuckles on the counter. 

You stand and wiggle between his legs, pressing one hand further into his crotch and the other on his chest, toying with his necklace, your finger skating the pick left and right the chain making a zippered like noise. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” 

Eddie is floored, wilting like a flower— all the oxygen and water ran out from the                                                            √≈petals. His mouth was almost glued shut, it’s so dry, Sahara would be jealous. 

Your lips pucker behind his ear and the filth you’re whispering to him sends shivers down his spine. It’s lust  licked and heavy, want me to touch you, or do you wanna touch me? 

He answers with a dry groan and a swallow, and his hands find your hips spinning you around,his lips ghost over your neck and you throw your head back into him, pushing your ass into him to feel the swell of his bulge in his jeans. 

He’s rutting into your doughy ass, his fat cock loving the friction you’re bouncing against him, you move your hips and grind further into him. 

“Fuck baby,” he moans hot against the shell of your ear, catching in his throat. 

His hands creep under the hem of your shirt and skate against your skin, the smooth of his nails electrifying each touch. They work along your curves, his big thick hands touching every inch of your skin, rubbing along the lacy edge of your maroon bralette. 

The pads of his thumbs graze against your peaked nipples and you exhale. You're surrounded by the sharp spice of his cologne, the muted cigarettes clinging to his jacket, it encompassed you, held you like a hug and had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. 

It felt too good. His lips hummed against your neck, vibrating hot and sending goosebumps along your skin, and you wanted more. Needed more. 

You followed his hands, tracing the veins on the tops of them with your fingers, pushing your palm flat against them, making him squeeze at your tits, and you purred out his name, a shade away from whining. 

Fuck you wanted him so bad. And judging by the firmness of his cock beneath your asscheeks, he wanted you just as badly. 

You spun quickly, grabbing his hands and leading him to the couch, his lips were red from sucking on your neck, bangs were pushed up awkwardly from the position his head was buried into your shoulder. He looked drunk, enamored with something you didn’t recognize.

The leather of his belt was heavy in your fingers as you unraveled it through the buckle and the first loop on his jeans. His eyes never left yours as your fingers flipped the button and pushed his jeans down his hips. 

He shuddered a breath when your hand cupped him in his boxers, the velvet of his skin soft and warm in your soft grip. He was bigger than you remembered, thick like a stout of beer.

“Christ Taff,” he breathed when you stroked him fully, the pad of your finger running over the vein that ran along his cock. 

You looked at him through your lashes as you lowered yourself to the ground, dragging his jeans and boxers with you, “this what you wanted big boy? Wanted me on my knees for you?”

He hums and holds your chin, brushing his thumb across your lips. 

Licking the tip of his thumb, you hold his heavy cock in your hands, stroking his shaft slow then fast, “you’re so big, Eddie.”

He swallows his next words when your tongue circles his head, collecting the precum with each devilish swipe. You stick out your tongue to show him the pearl in your mouth, and he almost combusts when you swallow it with a hum. 

“Yummy.”

He’s certain he’s going to die right here in your living room, looking at you with your pink tongue swirling around his cock, the way your lips suction around him, fuck, you haven’t even put him fully in your mouth yet and he’s a goddamn mess. 

The teasing is too much but he’ll take whatever you give him, if you were to stop now he’d be completely satisfied, he’d have to pump his cock furiously when he got home to make the ache go away but, he’d do it. 

But you don’t stop, fuck no. You’re just getting started. You like him like this, flushed in his cheeks and waiting patiently for your mouth. His mouth opening as yours does. Waiting, pleading, hoping that you would finally let your wet warmth surround him. 

And then you do. 

He stretched your mouth cheek to cheek, a literal mouthful. And he hums. Is he thanking God? You hide your giggle, deciding to take him further into your throat as you hollow your cheeks and slide him deeper with the help of his canting hips. 

You hum around him and it tickles him, but he’s so drunk on your mouth he’s muttering sentences that don’t even make sense. 

Pumping your hands along his shaft you dribble spit from your throat to the head of his dick, a slimy string connecting you mouth, one that you slurp back up and take him in deeper. His knees are bent and he pulled his shirt under his chin, wanting to see you fully with his cock stuffed in your mouth, your pretty eyes are teary and he can feel you gag around him before he pulls out and you come back for more. 

He’s not sure how long you’ve been at this, and he’s trying to keep his mind averted to anything other than your slippery throat and the cute way your eyes are looking up at him. 

This was better than the way you sucked him off in the bed of Wayne’s truck. You were solely focused on him here. No other distractions, just you and him. 

“Look so fucking pretty, baby,” he moaned, reaching down to hold your cheek, his thumb wipes away some of your smudged make up from your eye, “ do you know that?”

You nod with him in your throat, and he breathes more nonsense as he looks to the ceiling and runs his fingers through his hair, trying not to convulse, but he can’t take it any more, you're working his dick like you’re short on rent. 

“Fuck, sweet girl, fuck,” Eddie whines, scrubbing his hands down his face, his stomach burning to give in to you,  I— shit shit shit, ‘m gonna come.”

He works his hips away from you but you wrap your arms around the back of his knees, holding him with his dick still in your mouth, waiting like a kitten for milk.

He cums hard, biting through his bottom lip to keep himself from yelling out loud. You don’t stop bobbing your throat, swirling your tongue, around his length and puckering your lips around him. 

With his load in your mouth you paint his cock with it, moving it around and around with your excess spit, a hurricane against your tornado tongue, you finally swallow, sucking in your cheeks once more, and cleaning Eddie off in one swoop. His cries fill the room and you finally release him with a pop. 

“Jesus, fuck.” He exhales, sleepy eyed. His reddened swollen cock hanging between you both, “c’mere.” 

He helps you to your feet, and you tuck him back into his boxers gently. He mutters an embarrassed thanks, you’re smiling up at him with a cocky little smirk. Completely ready for him to pull up his jeans, maybe get himself a beer from your fridge, but he doesn’t. 

Eddie holds you to him, his forehead leaning on yours, big hands wrapped around the small of your back. His erratic breath plumed through his nose and his chest was beating fast. You’ve never seen him like this, “Eddie?” 

He doesn’t let go, doesn’t say anything, he just moves back to press the lightest of  kisses to the tip of your nose. “You, “ he finally says, licking his lips and rolling his eyes into the back of his head, finally focusing back on you, he pulls you closer, enough that his eyes are all you can see.

But whatever he was going to say is stuck in his throat, he never finishes what he was going to say. Just pulls you into him and holds you there, his lips on your neck, kissing you softly. It was a perfect day. You should have known it wouldn’t have been weird between you and Eddie, falling back into sync as best friends and laughing while snacking on m&m’s and smoking from his dab pen. 

You end up falling asleep on your bed together, tired from exerting so much energy and bellies full of Chinese. Netflix asks, are you still watching YOU? on the tv on your dresser. Eddie’s tossing and turning wakes you and you grab your phone to check the time. 5 o’clock. Taking an almost four  hour nap, but in reality it felt like four days straight. 

But that's not the only surprising thing on your phone. 

A litter of texts. From the same occupant. The other half of this agreement. 

hope you enjoyed, seems like Steve isn’t too thrilled right?

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[cha-melodius]

For the kiss ficlet prompts please 😊

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💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft (played around with tenses a little on this one, what are ficlets for if not experimenting lol. read all the kiss ficlets)

It feels inevitable when it happens.

After all the years of longing—of heartache, of supporting each other through breakups and rejections, through family drama, through ups and downs in their personal and professional lives—it’s a quiet thing. There aren’t any fireworks, or flames, or bolts of electricity, but that doesn’t make it any less mind blowing. It’s the warmth of the sun on your face, it’s a cozy blanket, it’s a perfect cup of tea, it’s a feeling of home that he only truly gets when Alex’s arms are enveloping him in a hug.

Henry hadn’t expected the night to end up like this. Alex had come back to their shared apartment earlier than expected after what was supposed to be a date. Like, within-thirty-minutes-of-leaving early. Ever since his last long-term girlfriend dumped him (for reasons Alex never fully explained to Henry, and Henry hadn’t pushed), Alex had been going through dates like popcorn—women, yes, but also men for the first time since Henry’s known him—never keeping anyone around for a second date. This was extreme, though.

“Did she stand you up?” Henry had asked. He couldn’t imagine anyone being dumb enough to do that to Alex, but then again, he’s never been able to understand any of Alex’s exes.

Alex had shaken his head, looking a little lost as he’d dropped down on the couch next to Henry, like he hadn’t fully understood what had happened. “I… left,” he’d said absently. “I took one look at her and I knew it wasn’t right.”

“Little superficial of you, don’t you think?” Henry’d tried to joke.

Alex hadn’t cracked a smile. “No, that wasn’t it,” he’d said seriously. “It was something you said before I left.”

“Me?”

“Yeah,” Alex had confirmed. “You said, I hope she makes you happy beyond your wildest dreams.”

“Right,” Henry had said slowly, not understanding. They always said some variant of that before each other’s first dates. All your dreams come true. Everything you’ve ever dreamed of. It was a little inside joke, something ridiculous and over-the-top, that you couldn’t know from only a single date.

“Yeah, well. Maybe I realized I already have someone like that.”

Alex had shrugged, like this wasn’t a fairly large revelation. Henry couldn’t imagine who it could be, considering Alex didn’t really spend that much time around people other than Nora, June, Pez, and him.

“Yeah?” he’d asked, a little unsteadily. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know, actually. Except it was Alex, so he had to. “Who?”

Alex had given him a look that he couldn’t interpret and wrung his fingers together. “It’s you, Henry,” he’d said softly. “It’s always been you.”

Oh. Oh. “Oh.”

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way,” he’d said quickly. Fidgety. Nervous. Like it wasn’t obvious Henry’s been head over heels since they met. “I just… needed you to know.”

As if controlled by some other person who was far more collected in the face of this revelation, Henry had lifted a hand to Alex’s chin and tipped his head up. Pressed their lips together, soft and slow, and melted into Alex as he’d always wanted. Let himself get lost in the slide of Alex’s lips and the gentle push of his tongue. Not urgent or desperate. Maybe they had a lot of lost time to make up for, but they didn’t have to hurry.

After all this time, it was just Alex and Henry—just them.

[kechiwrites]

Hello miss kechi may I request toxic but phenomenal dick game from baby daddy ghost 🤰🍆

i hope you literally meant baby daddy, because that’s what i wrote babe 😭 thank you so much for this request (i am SO sorry i made this angsty). i started writing and COULD NOT stop. also, LOVE the style of your blog. i’ll let y’all decide if this is still medic!reader...

toxic ex!ghost x reader

1/?

wc: 1.2k

cw: afab!reader but no gendered terms (i think), light spanking, taunting/teasing, riding, SMUT BABY, but also angst, toxic relationship, booty call culture, reader and ghost have a kid! ghost fucking SUCKS here, seriously he blows. no use of y/n, ever! mdni

“Come on then, you called me. Make the trip worth my while.” There’s an unusual amount of mirth in his tone, and you’d think with the way he’s staring at you that he was sitting on a golden throne encrusted with diamonds and not, y’know, laying on his back, in your bed, while you’re speared open on his erection. 

“Take the mask off you fucking dick, I’ve already seen that ugly mug of yours.” You bite, bristling at his attitude.

To his credit, Ghost doesn’t rise to your bait, opting instead to brush the blunt tips of his fingers against your clit, shifting his hips to fuck the last few inches of his dick inside you. The stretch is just a little too good, and of course it was, because God was cruel and unfair and Ghost was unfortunately the best fuck you’d ever had. Which is definitely why it’d been three months since you last fucked anything besides your hand, and your ex was only too happy to provide when you called him for a “we’re not getting back together, I just know you’re off base tonight” booty call.

As always, Ghost underneath you is a feast for the eyes, even with the mask on. He lies supine, both arms behind his head while he lazily raises his hips in an effort to egg you on. You roll your eyes at his nonchalance, crouching with your legs bent so you have better range of motion. 

The noise of your cunt welcoming him is embarrassingly audible and the upward thrust of his pelvis into yours drives all the air from your lungs in one calculated move. You let your head hang low, because God forbid he see the dazed, pleasured expression you always get on your face when he bottoms out, you’d never live it down.

Keyed up and wanting, you lean forward, shivering when the slide of his cock inside you reverberates up your spine, lighting up synapses you really, really, wished would just fucking die already. 

They don’t of course. Fucking your ex still feels like hooking yourself up to a car battery; so slowly, glacially, you raises your hips incrementally, before sliding back down, letting the very last inch of the man’s dick leave and enter you repeatedly. Ghost groans below you, murmuring platitudes and compliments while he watches you take yourself apart on his cock, piece by trembling piece.

His hands move to your hips to guide you up and down his length, and his palms are heavy and warm, firm and unabating on your skin. The surety of his grip on you makes you forget why fucking him is such a rare occurrence nowadays, why your breakup was so messy and loud and lonely. 

The insane fullness of Ghost pulling you down onto his dick again and again, fucking you like a toy, ellicits short-breathed pleas for more. You stomp your pride to death when he thumbs at your clit, sitting untouched, minding its business, at the top of your spread open pussy.  It’s almost enough to make you forget the way your thighs are burning.

Almost.

“Okay, okay fuck, no more. Let’s do something else.” You huff, crumbling forward onto his chest, your forehead pressed against his collarbone. “Please.” you add for good measure.

You rise and fall on his chest when he scoffs, flipping the two of you easily. “You used to last a lot longer on top. Having a baby wear you out?” 

Anger flares hot and fast in your chest and you nearly shove him off you. Nevermind it was his fucking kid he was taunting you with. 

“I should’ve called Soap.” 

“He wouldn’t know what to do with you.” He hammers a hard slap against your thigh before he manoeuvres you into a more comfortable position, your legs spread wide, framing either side of his midsection. There’s barely any hang time between the shift in placement and your ex plunging into you in earnest, and for that you’re thankful. Any time with the two of you that isn’t filled with barbs or fucking quickly devolves into regret and bitterness that lingers at the back of your throat like the stench of burning plastic.

Your thighs are soaked in sweat and slick at this point, amplifying the echoing clap of Ghost’s hips repeatedly, brutally meeting yours. He bends down to slot his lips over yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth, coaxing participation out of you until you're giving as good as you get. Ghost is nothing if not consistent, ebbing where you flow until he’s completely blanketed you, just like he used to, pressing so close that there’s no space left between your chests. The way he grinds down into your cunt forces your clit to rub against his pelvis, producing a mind numbing buzz in your abdomen that continues to build as the head of his cock gets reintroduced to your g-spot. Ghost is blissfully quiet when he fucks you this close. Instead of talking down to you, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, trying his level best to mark you the only way he knows how; with stinging pain and suffocating possession. He wants to keep you, to lock you and his son up where no one can get you, where no one can see you, where he can keep you safe. 

But you aren’t together and he can’t keep you. 

So he settles for this.

Settles for pushing his cock deeper and deeper into you, until you cream sweet and pretty all over his thighs. Settles for wrenching your ridiculous need for control out of your shaking hands. Settles for fucking you like you still call him ‘Simon’. Ghost settles for being the man who you curse at during the day and come for during the night. 

And you do come for him, quick and dirty but oh so satisfying, when he tosses your leg over his shoulder. You gasp and writhe underneath his hands, clenching your teeth and holding your breath while you ride out the sensation. It’s the mask, you think. Even after the last few years it still does something for you. It also helps make it feel…less personal. Like you’re back to being two people who fuck when it’s convenient, and not two people with baggage and memories and a whole ass human being between you.

He finishes not long after, rocking against you until he can’t stop the way the soles of his feet tingle and his hips stutter. 

Then, it’s just the sound of your jagged inhales and exhales filling the space between you. He’s still so close, eyes shuttered closed while he throbs inside you, his shoulders rising and falling with each laboured breath. You hook your fingers under the hem of his mask and he moves fast, clamping down on your wrist and squeezing until you let go. 

‘That answers that.’ You think, and you laugh without humour. You can’t help but want to cover your face, cover your nakedness, now that the deed is done, and as if he senses the shift in you, Ghost stands, barely taking the time to clean himself up before he gets dressed. 

By the time you move your arm from over your eyes, he’s at your bedroom door. 

Hand on doorknob. 

Ready to run. 

You sit up and stare at him, reclined on your forearms. You give your assent with a jerky, unstable nod, and just like that, he’s gone.

The nickname is pretty fucking apt.

part 2

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[crystalflygeo]

Oral fixation bf x Sensitive nipples gf ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: nipple play, slight bondage, blindfold, mention of nipple clamps and piercings, Zhongli has a dragon tongue, dirty talk, praise kink, Dom/Sub undertones, consensual non-con??? (color system is used)

notes: I literally just saw a post that was just the title above prompt and had a massive brainrot. Nips are so fun to tease and good lord I would let Zhongli do anything to me afsdfbgjk <3

There were so many ways Zhongli could tease your cute little nipples, sometimes he’d just rub and poke at them between his fingers until they were bright red and sore. With or without his gloves, the sensation was electrifying.

Sometimes he would press down on you against the mattress, making your tits rub and grind on the sheets a he claimed you over and over.

He would sometimes even flick his fluffy tail tip all over your chest and abdomen, featherlight and soft, making you squirm.

Oh, but he had a preference for using his mouth, a bit of an… oral fixation, if you will.

And you had certainly developed an addiction to his wicked tongue as well. The long serpentine appendage would tease your skin with wet licks leaving no inch of your body unattended, reach deep inside your core teasingly, or slip down your throat, gagging and fucking you with it not unlike his cock.

Perhaps it was simply in his dragon nature to bite and mark and lick and devour.

Either way, it seemed to match perfectly well with your sensitive nipples…

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The ex-archon had been licking and sucking at your breasts for what felt like hours now, leaving trails of saliva over your soft skin like a feral creature. Only to then softly blow at them raising goosebumps and pulling sweet noises from your lips.

You squirm in place, your arms bound tightly behind your back with red rope, pushing your chest forward and leaving you deliciously at his mercy. A dark cloth over your eyes acting as a blindfold and completing the look, like this, all your other senses felt hyperaware. A slight dip on the bed, the subtle shuffle of clothes coming off… and your own heart rattling in your chest.

His fangs lightly graze your skin, nibbling at your neck and shoulder, warm lips descending to your soft mounds before brushing your hardened nipple. “Zhong-Ah!” His draconic tongue circles your areola slowly, reverently, making you keen and twitch before curling around the peaked nub and tugging softly, pulling a long shuddering moan from you.

Heat pools down your gut and your hips buck involuntarily as he continued his ministrations. Soft like honey and searing like lava, Zhongli’s motions are slow and dragging. “Divine. You look…” He sighs affectionately, pressing a trail of kisses on your chest, “So perfect for me, my love…” He takes one of your rosy nubs into his mouth.

"Zhongliiii..." You moan wetly.

He hums and you feel the vibrations rush your whole body. He plays with it for a few seconds, lapping at it, suckling softly. Finally, he released the little nub with a wet ‘pop’, long sinuous tongue licking his lips as he saw how red and abused it was. His heated gaze darting to your face seeing you tremble in anticipation due to the blindfold.

Like this you couldn’t see him, you couldn’t expect his next move...

Which is precisely why he gently nibbled at your other neglected little peak, front teeth applying the slightest bit of pressure mindful of his sharp fangs, making you gasp and let out a high-pitched moan. Your entire body shaking.

“Zhongli, please, fuck- I’m-”

“Patience.” He says simply.

You whine.

“I love to see you like this.” Zhongli kisses your shoulder, soft “So eager, so willing and pliant.”

“Please.”

"Hmmm what do you say we adorn these..." Zhongli’s big hands cup your breasts, softly caressing the underside and slipping towards your ribs, massaging your sides softly before going back up, his thumbs circling your puffy nipples "with some pretty little clamps?"

You gulp.

"Or���" He suddenly whispers in your ear "Even some piercings. Have your cute nipples accented with some cor lapis beads so I could gladly apply some... resonance" His hands rest at your hips and you dare let out a small breath of relief. Feeling slightly more at ease knowing exactly where his wicked hands and mouth are.

He noses at your neck, warm breath ghosting your skin. Your head lolls to the side to give him more access, thankful for the break on your sensitive nipples. "Would you like that, hm? Having my claim on you…" His voice came almost as a growl. Possessive and slightly feral.

You nod hazily, feeling him nibble at the spot where your jaw meets your neck.

"Words, dear, I want to hear you say it."

"Y-yes…" You mumble.

“Yes what? Are you even listening? Or are you that overwhelmed already?" He chuckles.

One of his hands leave your hips, the burning skin suddenly cold.

Then his finger flicks your left nipple and you squeal.

"I... I'd like having your claim on me, my lord! P-please!"

"Oh?" You can practically hear the smirk in his voice "Such a devoted little thing..."

"Zhongl, my lord... please. It's too much. I c-can't anymore..." You sob, a few tears running down your cheeks and dampening the blindfold.

His hands rub at your thighs, gentle, grounding. He takes a moment.

“Color?”

You bite your lip, and he sees your cheeks reddening.

“Green.”

"I see… Then allow me to indulge, my love, just a little bit more."

"No n-noooo..." You hiccup feeling that sinful tongue go back to play with your chest, teasing your sensitized nerves "Please not there... t-too much... Ah!"

You knew he would not rest until your chest was covered in his marks…

[hirik0]

Lost in the Labyrinth

WerewolfGhost/WolfshifterSoap | NSFW

Soap loves his job, was bartender a job he wanted when he was a child no he wanted to be a fire fighter, solider, a man in uniform. His parents told him to try college were he stared jobbing as a bartender. Now he’s working in one of the biggest clubs in town. He has an slightly terrifying boss and a chill one, a great friend group and meets interesting new people all the time. Now he as an degree he wont use for now, maybe when he don’t want to work nights anymore. He is doing inventory, before they open in an hour, making sure all bars are fully stocked. As so often his minds wanders while doing boring tasks and he comes back to the mysterious werewolf that came in last month. He does flirt with patrons, for a better tip, but he rarely is actually interested in them, also he would not pick up somebody at another place of work.

"Food for thought", somebody is saying behind him and his boss Yuri is leaning against the bar. Great from all people its the witch, that always makes him uneasy. He’s friendly and a good boss, but he can smell how powerful he his, saw how Yuri can even kick out very powerful creatures if its needed. He also don’t really like when the staff is fucking guests, what is kind of ironic for a club where creatures and humans can fuck each other.

"A guest cached my eye, never saw him here before. He’s a werewolf but only came ones." Soap explains getting a smile from the witch.

"You don’t get a long with weres." Yuri points out, this unusual development.

"Most of them are eejits." Soap simply states his point of view. Getting a raised eyebrow from Yuri and a amused smile.

"Its the full moon, Soap, makes them stupid horny and very popular by humans. and your ex left you for one." Soap flips him off that was a low blow.

"That was uncalled for", Soap complains, counting the bottles of vodka.

"Just pointing out your biased." Yuri counters.

"Like you with dragons?" Soap knows he’s also going low here, but Yuri started it.

"Touché. Any problems in VIP?", Yuri asks for what he originally wanted to talk with Soap about.

"No, Price and Zakhaev are also not fighting directly anymore, since, Sofie, Mace and Shelby, became friends, they are civil with each other. Or as civil two creatures that cant stand each other can be at least." Soap reports his observation over the last two weeks, it also helps that Victor Zakhaev is busy at work and not here that often at the moment. Yuri nods at this, he had a talk with both of them and was very clear he will absolutely ban them if they cant stop fighting each other. Even showed of a bit to make clear its not an empty threat.

"Good to hear, anything else you picked up on?" Soap thinks about it, knowing the concerns on the main bar, but his best friend Gaz is a lot better informed on it.

"Gaz, says that a shady slime bag is hanging out at the main bar, getting close to woman and stuff. Should talk with Gaz about it, I’m in VIP till next week. So haven’t seen the human yet." Soap shares what he knows.

"You sure he’s just human?", Yuri ask instead, some are good as disguising there true nature.

"Has a bracelet and Gaz did this witch think you use to identify creatures, like if its not an eldritch horror or something very powerful, its a human." Soap explains what Gaz told him.

"Its just magic detection, every creature has a unique magic to them." Yuri explains and he knows that Gaz is really good at it. He will talk to the younger witch.

"No name to make it sound more mysterious?", Soap complains about it sounding so simple, getting a laugh from Yuri.

"Arcane sight, is the official term. if that’s mysterious enough." Soap makes a displeased whine at it, what a lame name. Yuri shrugs at this, it was named long before he was born and if it had a cooler name, ones its long lost to time.

"Finish up we open in 30." Yuri tells him before disappearing through the staff only door.

The music is blasting and Soap smelled one horny ogre to much for the night. When Price is approaching the bar having that look on his face. The minotaur has a new person of interest.

"I know that look, you found a somebody that cached your eye." Soap greats him, grinning knowingly.

"Yellow, so why bother?", Price shuts Soaps shenanigans down. Boring of him, why not having a good bet?

"So get to know the human and then still be the first to stick it in", Soap counters, knowing that Minotaur’s love being the first to fuck a human.

"Not my style Soap." Price dismisses him. Its true Price don’t really care if they had an other Minotaur before, still always smelling extra strong when he gets to be the first. He’s sure he can lure Price into a bet. A big grin forming in his face, while he filly a glass with Price favorite Whiskey.

"I bet if you holt it back for a while and then fuck the human first, it will be way better then do what 5 to 8 in a single night." Soap shares his bet. Knowing that Price on rare occasion fucks only one human. Price smells so aroused from just looking at the human. Got he sometimes wishes to not be able to smell that much.

"Not my fault you cant to it more then ones a night." Price tries to sound as uninterested as possible in Soaps bet. Soap is narrowing his eyes, before he nods to himself. Price knows he’s right, so maybe if he chances it up a bit? The werewolf creeps back up in his mind, well here goes nothing.

"How about I get the mysterious Werewolf before the human is changing from yellow to green." Soap proposes his next bet, knowing that Price cant stay away from a good bet for so long. His grin getting better when he sees that Price is thinking about it. Got you old man Soap thinks triumphed.

"Can I try to influence the human to change the color or do i have to wait till he does it on his own?" Price is considering to agree depending on what terms Soap proposes.

"You can talk with him, but he has to change the bracelet by his own free will" With that Price is holding out his hand, they have a deal. Soap really set himself up for failure here. The chances are high the werewolf was here on a business trip or something like that.

"What does the winner get from the loser?", Price asks and Sopa nods at this mischievous smile on his face.

"Needs to pay for a stay in one of the deluxe private rooms for the other", Soap says knowing that his bank account will cry about this. But for the small chance he wins, well he will have a nice day of work then.

Ghost is irritated, that the person he always spend full moon with moved away after marriage really sucks. He tried the Minos but he hated the music and the only one he was interested in was a staff member. His wolf site raises at this, haven chosen the witch or shifter. Hating being this picky for a one night stand and that Anna moved away. Riley’s have standards, Simon his father told him when his first crush was the quite, chubby girl in his class. Next full moon he has to find somebody, because having nobody to knot at full moon, makes his skin crawl and keeps him up at night. He envies everyone that can just knot a toy, it barely helps him on a good month. A true Alpha, it was the only time he remembers his piece of shit of father being proud of him. Being a true Alpha set his life way into stone. A natural leader, good paying job, success, sex partners left, right and center. But he's so picky with his partners remembering his mother smiling at him. A true Alpha should value their mates as if they are the perfect one, Simon. Don't settle for anything less. Now he knows she talked about her own marriage. In the end all his relationships failed, because of this perfect mate bullshit, he's so angry at this unknown person allegedly being out there just for him. This person is making something that should be simple as knotting a toy fucking useless most of the time. Anna was perfect, both of them being true Alphas helping each other out till she meet bloody fucking Ryan in Jamaica. Her true mate, he should be happy for her, but he's not. Because who ever is his true mate lives likely in the other end of the fucking planet. He groans in his pillow, already having the need to scratch his skin off, even worse he has a meeting so he has to wear clothes that will feel like sand paper against his skin. He honestly wants to call in sick, but it's to important to do so.

"I will never forgive you Ryan", he complains into his pillow. He also will punch his true mate if he ever finds them. He gets out of bed, the sheets becoming to uncomfortable, making the crawling worse. He will have an miserable day, likely week and over next moths it will become worse. He resists the urge to scratch his skin and tries to find the best cloths for a professional work meeting that he don’t want to tear off in 5 minutes. Honestly an impossible task, but well it is what it is. If it gets to bad he can call Alejandro for another tattoo to get his feeling under control. It's his emergency solution, most of his torso and legs covered in ink.

💀: I want to rip my skin of so bad 🦂: no luck? 💀: only one interesting was working Alejandro 🦂: that suck, hang in there I try to block out evenings for you 💀 I hate Ryan, stupid fucker 🦂: it's not Ryan's fault you have shitty standards. 💀: no its Ryans fault for going on vacation the same time as Anna 🦂: you will find your mate, Simon

Ghost huffs at this, getting irritated by the fabric against his skin. This meeting will go south very fast, if anyone annoys him, he text Kate Laswell.

💀: no luck, at Minos, I already want to get out of my skin 💻: thanks for the heads up, I found some lotion that maybe helps 💀: they never help Kate 💻: well the pharmacist if like the expert, so at least try it 💀: fine, also thanks for your efforts 💻: you're welcome

He started at Kate Laswell law firm as an intern while still in law school. Got hired after he passed his exam and is now partner at the best law firm in the city Laswell & Shepard Law. How these two families worked long enough together to build an household name law firm is a mystery to him. Kate and Herschel barely stand each other, only agreeing on things that regard the firm. He eats breakfast, but it feels like what swallowing glass shards must feel like. Its was never so bad after one full moon. Great, absolutely great, its probably because he and Anna were a thing for 2 years.

He enters his office and Shelby Miller is already waiting for him of all paralegal he could get why her.

"Good morning Mister Riley." She greats him.

"Morning Miss Miller." He greats back an instantly the woman is changing her whole body language. Her warm smile morphing in a emotionless face of professionalism. She knows he had a horrible weekend and it won't get better.

"I have the rulings you wanted me to look up. You have 4 e-mails regarding the Airport case, one filling from court to look over and I sent out the motion for the Summers case first think in the morning." She informs him and he got 4 mails for the airport case already? Its Monday morning, bloody hell.

"No luck at Minos, Sir?" She asks, she recommended the club to him and feels bad it didn't help him.

"Only one person that cached my eye" He sees her curiosity about who he's talking about, but is polite enough to not ask.

"The bartender with the Mohawk." He gives the information by choice. He will regret this, he knows it. Shelby recommended Minos labyrinth to him, for fuck sake, but she’s no gossip spreader.

"Soap? Very different from your usual choice." Not female is what she really means. He hears the surprise in her voice and her professional mask is slipping for a moment.

"What the fuck of a name is Soap?" Ghost deflects from the real point of her comment. Shelby keeps up her poker face, but he know she’s is giggling on the inside. They worked together for long enough.

"His name is John, but he had an soap incident when studying chemistry and he embraces the nickname ever since." She explains shrugging, she's biting her lip a clear sign she don't want to say to much.

"Something about Soap I should know?", he asks her, cringing he didn’t say John. He cant be interested in somebody with such a stupid nickname. He opens up his e-mails to read them before he’s in a meeting for 3 hours minimum.

"He’s a wolf shifter." He looks up from his screen at her. No wonder his wolf is interested in him. Werewolves don't really make a difference between were or shifter, wolf is wolf.

"Ah" he acknowledges the information. He hears the woman walk out his office having other things to do. He groans, knowing his client a stewardess will have to spent unnecessary money on him answering this 4 mails that could have been one well thought out one. He knows the other client is a dick, but sadly he’s a rich dick.

Soap and Gaz are eating lunch together enjoying the real first warm day of the year.

"Why did you proposed this bet Soap?", Gaz asks him shaking his head. For all they know this werewolf will never walk into their workplace ever again.

"Dunno, knew it would get Price to agree." Soap simply states, getting a annoyed groan from the witch. Maybe he has a bit of a gamble problem.

"You don’t even like werewolf’s, Soap", Gaz reminds him for the 30th time since he told his best friend about the bet.

"I know, he’s just my type." Soap explains getting a raised eyebrow in return. Gaz finishing his bite before he can speak again.

"So, he’s like buff, big and brooding, likely straight? Soap, that’s hardly enough, to make such a stupid bet." Soap stabs his noddle’s in frustration.

"How are your studies going?", Sopa changes the topic, because he’s done getting berated for his dumb choices, again. Gaz rolls his eyes at him.

"Don’t know the instructions in the book don’t make sense. Its just not how I do magic." Gaz explains frustrated. He’s years behind with his witchcraft because the books just don’t make scenes to him.

"You can talk with Yuri about it." Soap suggest not for the first time and he has the feeling for the first time Gaz is really considering it. They know that Yuri is old and powerful, but that don’t means he can teach good.

"I always feel like a bother when I ask him about arcane studies. He looks at the books like they insulted his mother and grandmother." Gaz explains his hesitation. Soap nods along at this.

"So what is the problem with the instructions in the book?" Gaz has a variety of explanations for that, but they never feel good enough.

"Its so, stiff? I don’t know Soap I try to find the right words for like 150 years by now. They just feel wrong, hindering, to strict, suffocating, to complicated, to complex. Magic should fell easy an natural coming to you. I will never pass the exam for unsupervised magic." Gaz recounts defeated, having to accept this.

"How does it feel like when you do use the spells you know?" Soap wants to kick himself for never asking that before. Gaz is chewing his food, extra long to find the right words and in terms Soap is familiar with.

"Uh, its like painting in some way? Like vibrant and colorful as if you brush the magic? That sounds dumb, but that’s the best I can explain." Soap thinks about it, it makes sense if magic feels so simple to Gaz following 15 instructions is hindering.

"You ever tried to just take the steps in a spell that fell natural to you?" Soap ask getting a glare as answer.

"The teacher tell me I’m doing it 'wrong' and to follow the instructions." Gaz explains annoyed, he don’t need 15 steps, he just needs 3 to cast a spell for fuck sake.

"You should talk with Yuri, he probably knows some old ways to teach magic and also don’t use 15 steps to cast a spell. No wonder he feels like the books insulted his mother and grandmother. Fuck the regulation office, there are more ways to do magic then what they say is the correct way." Soap is now angry on Gaz behalf. Most witches will drop the 15 steps with experience anyway. Can’t be that that’s the reason Gaz has no license to cast spells unsupervised after 45 tries.

"They have a new exam observer, maybe 46 try is the charm." Gaz agrees, if not he will finally talk with Yuri about it. This is getting embarrassing, because how can he fail year after year when others nearly burn down the building and make it the next year, but he can’t?

"Arrent there like loopholes around the license?", Soap wonders out loud and Gaz looks at him in pure horror for even suggesting that.

"They can seal your magic away if you don’t have one" Soap frowns at this being very sure there must be a loophole. He will find it because 45 tries of failing miserably because of how things are taught is ridiculous and clearly shows failing in the teaching technique.

To Ghost big surprise the lotion is helping. Kate is giving him a told you so smile. Stupid witch, with her stupid magical knowledge. He’s still grateful for it.

"Where did you even found this?", He asks her, they just ended the meeting 40 minutes ago.

"Oh, the pharmacist studied in Europe and specialized in old knowledge regarding creature health. She only treats creatures, my wife learned about her when picking up some cold medicine. I can write down where it is and who to ask for. It of course is just treating the symptoms and is not a long-time solution, but it’s better than nothing till you find a replacement for Anna." Ghost makes a displeased sound.

"Don’t want a replacement." Kate sighs at this, she told Ghost from the moment Anna meet Ryan he needs to look for somebody new, but the werewolf didn’t want to hear it.

"No luck on the weekend, nobody catching your eye?" Ghost shakes his head, Kate doesn’t need to know about So John.

"You sure?" Kate looks at him like she looks at a witness she’s about to cross examinate and grill.

"They work at the club." Ghost gives out the information and of course Kate is picking up on the they instantly, but keeps it to herself.

"So you're going back to flirt with them right?" Kate asks.

"No." Kate sighs again at this. She cant force him, but she also knows how absolutely unbearable Ghost can get if he goes to many full moons with out a knotting.

"If it interferes with work, we will have this talk again." She warns him hoping Ghost will just talk with the person. She gives him the piece of paper.

Marry MacTavish - magical pharmacist with and address in downtown.

The next full moon is approaching, and Ghost mood is through the floor., trying to leave hell behind. He irritated constantly thinking about the bartender when not working. Its clear his wolf site wants the man, Riley’s don’t do this, the voice of his father is haunting him. He can go through the next week with out talking to the shifter. It turns out he cant, its driving him insane, he’s going half feral over it. His mind coming up with all the ways he could fuck the other man, how good the man would look in his bed, that he belongs under him, how amazing the whines would be the other would make, begging for his knot, crying on his knot. How he would breed him, fill him up over and over again, breed pups in him even with that being impossible. The mantra ofneed, mate and breed running on repeat. He reaches for the useless knotting toy, lubing it up, he need to fuck something so bad. Ghost don’t bother, to lube up his dick, its wet with him leaking precum for who knows how long. When he puts the special flesh light over his dick, he hates how plastic it feels, but it has to do. Rutting in it, getting in a position he yearns to fuck Soap in. Setting a desperate pace, knotting the toy is his only goal at the moment. If he would really fuck into a person he would be embarrassed with himself, he usually prides himself with pleasing his partners and not senselessly rutting into them and coming after 5 minutes. And his knot is forming fast, really fast. One last trust and he’s knotting the toy. The seal also forming nearly instantly, his knot pulsing cum in the toy in an amount he's sure never fit in his balls. Cleaning that will be a pain later. He rolls to the site, his knot will deflate soon. Making an pleased sound, feeling how the need to breed is going down for now. He opens his eyes, the need to breed never goes down if he used a toy before. He reaches for his phone, pulling up a reddit threat about true mates and sex toys he found years ago. The toy he bought was recommended there and is doing a amazing job out site of the full moon. He skips over most of the post, before he reaches the part he's looking for.

Flesh light, silicone, a link Must have, after you found your true mate and they are away for a full moon or when you are still in the get to know phase. Fits a lot of cum with out overflowing, easy to clean, feels close to fucking a real pussy.

For the ones unaware as a way to make sure your getting your true mate pregnant the first few matings your producing more cum then usually. You also can go longer and more often. Also very important specifically made for people that knot for a long time, with a way to manually break the seal what saves you from an embarrassing visit at the hospital because you can't get the toy off.

Ghost doubt the go longer part, but this means he found his mate. A Guy with the nickname Soap, with a stupid haircut and a smile that's blinding. The only problem is Ghost is not into man, he's into woman and only woman. He groans at this, because of course nothing in his live is easy. He looks up the product browsing on the manufacturer's site for a while. They have a wide variety of products and a black one is catching his eye. It's a successor of the one from reddit. He reads over what they improved. Better manual release, a option to make a custom build, he don't want to think to much about that. Improvement on the feeling. With out thinking Ghost is filling out everything to order one. Stopping at one of the options. Shit, what should he pick. The obvious answer would be vagina, tight, but he's hesitating. Ass - low prep keeping his full attention. Fuck it he buys the ass one.

Work is a pain in his ass, having to argue with this Russian prick Makarov in court, the dragon is so fucking arrogant. When he comes home he sees his packet arrives, with discreet shipping. Testing the toy after a shitty work day sounds amazing. He puts the packet on the kitchen counter and opens it up, blindly pulls one of the toy out inspecting how tight it really is pushing 4 fingers in, humming pleased. Washing it in the bathroom, letting it have time to dry. Getting over to the nightstand where he has several bottles of lube, choosing the 'Omega slick' imitate. A nice tight wet hole to fuck, exactly what he needs to fuck to relax. He gets out of his work cloths, getting a round of laundry going, cooking dinner. Finally dropping on his bed, with his tablet on WolfHub, searching for a actress to Imagin he's fucking instead of the toy. 'Small, tight Omega rides massive Alpha knot dry' with a young tiny in comparison to the Alpha in the video, brunet Omega, with small boobs, he clicks on it and this is defiantly a true Alpha knot in the video, already standing hard and proud when the Omega walks in. He watches with out audio, the typical porn audio makes him cringe to hard to wank of to it. While in the porno clip the Omega is starting to slick up under the care of the Alpha Ghost is getting the toy ready. Even just with his fingers Ghost can tell this toy will feel so much better then the one he used during full moon with just his fingers. He puts the flesh light over his dick, when the Omega is sinking on the Alphas dick, watching a bit how the actress is building her rhythm and starts to imitate it. Closing his eyes, adjusting the rhythm to something he enjoys and it feels so good. With the lube it really feels like is fucking a dripping like he’s not fucking a toy. His fantasy starts to change from the porn he used to get this started, the petit female werewolf Omega is changing into a muscular wolf shifter with Mohawk and Scottish accent. And these dam baby blue eyes. Soap moaning like a whore while bouncing on his dick, enjoying it panting his name, begging him to get knotted. But he lets Soap work for it, till the muscular thighs of Soap start to shake under his efforts. How Soap gets desperate and whine to finally get the knot and filled up. How he starts helping the shifter to keep bouncing on his dick. How he makes it just so his knot don’t form, keeping the ancle of enough to be able to keep fucking in the tight wet heat.

"Simon, Si... please, please, give it to me, please" fantasy Soap is begging.

"Please what Johnny?" Ghost ask into the empty bedroom.

"Give me your pups Alpha." Soap begs more, voice whinny, sweat running down his whole body in the effort to keep bouncing on Ghost dick.

"Not sure you really want my pups", Ghost pushes the shifter a bit more, wanting to know how far he can keep the begging going. Fantasy Soap legs even with Ghost help giving up under the strain, Soap lay on his chest now. Panting, sobbing, cursing.

"Alpha" Soap sobs, rubbing his nose over Ghost scent glands. Ghost starts fucking the toy to the rhythm he's moving his arm, getting as deep in the toy as possible.

"I want you to bite me, and then that you breed your pups into me, Alpha and you don't fucking stop, till you start fucking your cum out of me. And now give me your pups." Soap demands and who is Ghost denying his mate his wish. His knot basically explodes and Ghost never cum that much in his live. One thick robe of cum after the other and he has the feeling it's not stopping, his body covered in sweat, his breath in short pants, while with every heartbeat it feels like more cum is filling up the toy. He lays on the bed while slowly a mix of cum and lube is running out of the toy.

"Fuck I need to talk with Soap" Ghost says into the room, while his knot is not going down. He needs to talk with the shifter before the next full moon.

Soap is bored and browsing for werewolf dildos, he wont buy one because he’s not into werewolf in the first place, he’s just curios.

"Who wants to fuck such a stupid ass dick in the first place?" Soap mutters in his pillow, scrolling further down, seeing a massive one even for the size of the offer products. True Alpha, full moon knot the description reads. Best seller marker, over the price of 45 $.

"Ridicules", Sopa huffs, closing the site who would boy a toy that likely don’t even fit in a human in the first place, dropping his phone on the mattress. Marry is looking in his room, the smell of popcorn filling Soaps nose. Right its movie night, but his older sister musters him critical.

"You're good?", she asks him concerned.

"Yeah, just thinking about a guy, I will never see again." He explains before rolling of the bed. His siter is tapping her foot clearly thinking about what he said.

"Marry its not that deep, I want him to fuck me and he visited from another city or something like this and I will never see him again. It happens" He tries to make her not try to find this poor man on social media. She looks at him not convinced.

"What are you not telling me about this guy?", Marry is asking, they lived under a roof for long enough to know her little brother is hiding something from her.

"He’s a werewolf." Soap groans annoyed at her, she would pester him about the answer so he better give it now.

"Huh, trying to figure out why Kim left you for were-dick?", she asks and he flips her off, really unassay to poke this sore spot from her.

"Eejit." Soap hisses at her, making her giggle.

"What, I’m proud of you for thinking about expanding your horizon." She’s tells him, trying to look serious and not as if she’s about to start laughing at him.

"Well I wont because they're not from here and I will never see him again." Soap dismisses her, walking past her towards the living room.

"There site to buy dildos, you know." Marry points out unhelpfully, following him.

"No thank you." Soap counters getting a raised eyebrow from her.

"You looked at some." A shit eating grin appearing on her face, makes her look impish.

"What even is a true Alpha and why is his dick that big?", Soap asks her about what he saw, she studied a lot of knowledge about creatures with questionable levels of truth because of its age.

"Oh, well they are born leaders, like the most Alpha to ever Alpha, in my opinion they are true arrogant pricks." Marry explains getting a laugh out of Soap at the last part.

"So you meet some huh, true Alphas i mean." Soap asks hating that he’s actually interested.

"Yes, every arrogant lawyer, banker, politician has like a 1/3 chance of being either a dragon, a true alpha werewolf or a Vampire. I meet a lot when studying in London." She explains and Soap nods.

"Do they have like a super dick?" Soap asks making Marry chokes on her coke, getting punched against his shoulder.

"Not really, they are very fertile and have guarantee strong pups and I think female true alphas also have a knot, so you know when its full moon they fuck you and not the other way around, not something for insecure dudes for sure. And before you ask no they can’t impregnate themself...

"The insecure dude comment feels personal" Soap interrupts her having the feeling there’s a story waiting.

"She fucked me better with her knot then any guy with a dick and my boyfriend at the time did not like it and that’s why we broke up" Marry explains, shrugging no big deal. "They toys are not as god as a real werewolf knot." She ads before pressing start so they start watching the rom com they picked. They watch the movie, that ironically is also with an all male werewolf pack as love interests.

Ghost feels a bit like a cyber stalker, having found Soaps social media with the few information Shelby gave him. John, nickname Soap, chemistry degree, working at Minos Labyrinth, he didn’t feel like returning to the club, getting touched by strangers makes him want to crawl out of his skin and Soap would be working. He haven’t sent Soap a message yet, but Soap decently is very active posting work out shots. He walks down to the street to the special pharmacy Kate gave him and it looks like a shady business selling you snake oil then a legit pharmacy but, the lotion is helping easing the itchiness of his skin and ne needs more. HE walks in and a young woman at the counter and reads her name tac MacTavish.

"Hello and welcome to Creature Pharmacy" She greats him with an oddly familiar smile.

"Hey, I’m Mr. Riley and I need lotion for werewolf’s that could not knot at full moon." He’s so glad that its only the two in the small pharmacy right now.

"Of course, I have to mix it and you can pick it up early next week, Monday afternoon" She answers writing something down.

"You mix them yourself?" Ghost asks interested, he’s sure Kate mentioned it when he talked about the lotion with her.

"Yeah, some of the incidences have a short shelf life or are also needed to be mixed so I cant really keep it around." She explains and Ghost nods that makes sense.

"Pretty sure I never got something like this in a pharmacy before." Ghost keeps the small talk going.

"Its, old housewife knowledge, stuff human medicine sees as placebo effect or at least not making things worse, instead of medical knowledge that is working because its used for centuries before modern medicine was even around, so yeah you wont find something like this in a regular pharmacy." The door bell is ringing and another costumer is entering.

"Ah, you need a special license for that no?" The lawyer in Ghost is coming out and he cringes at himself.

"Lawyer huh, you want to pay now to just pick it up on Monday or pay on Monday?" She’s asks him.

"I pay now and how you know I’m a Lawyer?", Ghost cant keep the impressment out his voice.

"Because, you ask about a special licenses and don’t dress like a cop, so Lawyer. I also maybe had my fair share of Lawyer costumers" She explains, handling the registry. "Thats 75$"

Ghost gives her an 100$ bill. "How does cops dress that you can spot them?"

"Its the shoes, I swear they were their undercover shoes, that are like super polished, dead give away they are a cop." She explains and giving him his change and the pick up slip.

"Gran would be very angry that you tell a Lawyer this, Marry", a voice is saying from behind. Ghost looks over his shoulder and sees Soap, small world.

"Ah he makes to much money to work with cops regularly, he wears a rich dude suite, John." Marry dismisses her brother.

"You’re ready for lunch?", Soap is asking, not recognizing Ghost as the werewolf from now nearly 3 months ago. Ghost leaves the small pharmacy he has to return the firm and how site to talk with Soap, it also feels wired to do it in front of his sister.

Soap is mid bite, when he realizes WHO stood in his sister Pharmacy. Hot Werewolf, guy.

"You good?", his sister asks using the opportunity to steal some of her brothers fries.

"Your last customer before lunch break, that is the hot werewolf I will never see again." Soap says slapping his sisters fingers.

"Really?" She asks before shoving pasta in her mouth Soap simply nods.

"Yeah, its dark in the club and he didn’t wore a rich lawyer close that day", Soap says shrugging, he knows that Price will win the bet by now, but honestly knowing the guy lives in the city feels like the true victory.

"So, you pick me up for lunch on Monday, and then ask for his number." Marry proposes, because she cant give out costumer information.

"He’s straight." Soap points out the mistake in the plan.

"You sure? I got bi vibes from him." Marry says before she starts eating her brother’s fries again.

"I’m sure." Soap dismisses her again slapping her hand to stay away from his fries.

"Then become gym bros, he looks like he can lift you up and help you with your workout, because that’s not all natural werewolf bulk he’s having." Marry rolls her eyes, her brother really is a pain in her ass, he also could share his fries with her at least.

Ghost looks at his phone, being on Soaps John's Instagram, he’s really doing everything for the cyber stalker reputation, god should he message the other? Follow him casually for some time? Talk with him about working out? He refreshes the page and a new post is there, with Soaps very muscular back flexing. He accidently double tap the post and likes it, great, really great, well now he can also sent John a DM.

💀: Hey its the dude from the pharmacy

Ghost cringes so hard, he can not add the I’m not stalking you, that is something a stalker would say.

🧼: Hey Lawyer guy 💀: You want to work out together?

This is going horrible, like can you be more lame then this? Ghost seriously thinking about deleting his account.

🧼: Don’t know if you can keep up with me 💀: That wont be a problem 🧼: Why not? 💀: I work out several days a week 🧼: Show of your work then, because working out several times a week could be you on a treadmill for all I know

Ghost gets in his bathroom, rolling the left sleeve up and flexes his arm to show his arm muscles. Sending the photo to John.

🧼: You’re not a stalker right? Because how did you find my social that fast?

💀: I regular look at other people that work out results and routines and you happen to came up,

Its not a full lie, he did found the profile more through luck.

🧼: So your not stalking me online since the Minos? 🧼: Just wanting to be sure 💀: No, I would not have recognize you with out the Mohawk from the Minos anyway. I don't really remember what most people look like. 💀: Its not really my scene there, like bars more 🧼: Burbon snoop of course you go to fancy shit like a jazz bar 💀: So what about working out? 🧼: You jog? 💀: i usually run on a treadmill 💀: but we can jog together on the weekend

Right, meeting in public doing normal thinks getting the stalker allegations go away.

🧼: So what’s your name because I can’t call you Mr. Lawyer. 🧼: probably inflating your already inflated ego to much 💀: Simon or Ghost 💀: also my ego is not that inflated 💀: ...for a lawyer 🧼: What the fuck of a nickname is Ghost? 💀: I can walk really silent and appear like a Ghost. 💀: scares the shit out of people 💀: Also somebody that calls himself Soap on the internet has no ground to stand on regarding nicknames. 🧼: It's John

Ghost puts the phone down, he did it, it was only a bit wired but they will meet up again.

They communicated over DMs the next few days, mostly talking about working out, Soap is unsure if Ghost might actually interested in him or this is about having a gym bro thing going on. He standing at the agreed meeting spot, warming up and stretching. HE sees Simon jogging up to him, wearing running shorts and a tan top both very tight to his body. HE also sees the collection of tattoos on his thighs.

"Fuck he’s hot", Soap mutters to himself.

"Not the tattoos I expect on a lawyer, I honestly expect zero tattoos on a lawyer." Soap greats him, getting a huff from the blond.

"They just should not be visible that’s why my arms are mostly free. Theres no secret lawyer rule about no tattoos." Ghost shakes his head amused.

"So how many miles you run usually?" Soap asks because they didn’t talk about this.

"3 to 4" Ghost answers and Soap is nodding, he can do that its less then his usual 5.

"Ready to go, big boy?" Soap asks trying to flirt a bit to test waters.

"Try to keep up, your legs are shorter then mine." Ghost quip backs before he starts jogging. Simon may run shorter distance but he runs it faster and Soap is not even mad to run behind the other, eyes defiantly glued to the werewolf’s ass.

"Want to sprint the last part?" Ghost is clearly challenging him.

"Aye, time for you to eat my dust." Soap agrees and Simon is slowing down a bit so they are next to each other. They are both starting to pick up speed and even if Soap taking the lead at the beginning, Simon is passing him easily. Simon is slowly slowing down before he stops grinning smugly at him.

"Looks like you ate my dust, Johnny." He tells him and normally Soap would rip him a new one for the Johnny but he’s busy breathing.

"Next time I will not let you win." Soap pants out and Simon is chuckling.

"We will see." Is all the werewolf is retorting.

"Want to grab something to eat?" Soap asks, because he wants to know more about the werewolf.

"Sure, I could eat something before the game." Simon aggress.

"The game?" Soap asks.

"Mhm, I play football in the armature league." Simon answers, while they slowly walk towards a cafe.

"You even have time for that, with your big lawyer job?" Soap jokes getting an annoyed huff from the other.

"I have work life balance, not all of us are workaholics."

"but most?" Soap picks up on the all of us.

"Enough for it to be a stereo typ." Ghost points out.

Soap lay on his bed, they flirted doing their post jogging meal, because Ghost eat a two persons plate alone with no problems. He waits for Simon to answer his DM. Marry is walking in looking tiered but not to tiered to annoy her brother.

"How did your sport date go?" She asks him getting a groan as answer.

"It was nice, we talked a bit after." Soap throws her a bone to be left alone.

"talked?" Sopa rolls his eyes at her suggestive tone.

"Yes, get to know each other small talk."

"Boring", she’s complains before leaving the room in a dramatic manner.

💀: Sorry, yes we won 💀: just got home 💀: the other team are our rivals so the win was a big deal 🧼: congratulations big boy Soap hesitates to flirt a bit more aggressive 🧼: Guess you earned a kiss 💀: I did 💀: worked hard for it

Soap bites his lower lip should he, make a suggestive comment? Its right there, to god to pass.

🧼: How hard?

Dancing the line of implied flirting to flirting hard.

💀: really hard 💀: gave my all

Soap punches his pillow in frustration, that was not the result he wanted.

💀: you like hard working guys? 🧼: yes

Ghost is screaming in a pillow, because his professional paranoia makes sending lewd pictures impossible to him. He will never forget how his law professor got outed for cheating do to a phone extraction, ever since he has a strict no nudes rule.

💀: could show you in person

Soap drops his phone at this, reading it several times oh, oh shit that’s not a direction he expected.

🧼: you should

Soap feels how he’s getting hard, shit this is them talking about hooking up right?

🧼: Looking forward to it 💀: Same 💀: sweet dreams Johnny

Johnny again, he could tell Ghost he hates to be called that, but well he don’t mind if Simon is saying it.

They have several dates and nothing is happening, not for a lag of trying from Soaps site. Kyle is scratching the spot behind his ear, while he is complaining.

"I don’t get it we get super flirty in text and then when we meet up it isn’t" Soap sighs theatric.

"Do you flirt with him in person?" Kyle asks before turning over a page in a magazine he’s reading while Soap is rambling.

"I yes", Soap answers, he at least thinks he does.

"Maybe its a werewolf, shifter communication problem?" Gaz inquires further, making Soap frowns well he really don’t think this is the problem. HE flirts with a lot of creatures and that never was a problem.

"Maybe" Soap admits burying his face in the couch. Gaz hand starts to scratch him for a moment, getting Soap attention. He looks at the photo shoot in the magazine. A familiar woman at a beach wearing a nice summer dress.

"Farah looks good", Soap comments and he sees a blush creeping up Gaz face. Gaz has a major crush on the fellow witch from Urzikstan, Soap allows himself to turn to the next page. The blush on Gaz face getting stronger. Farahs husband also a witch Alex Keller walking out the water in Bermuda shorts, surfboard under his arm.

"Looks like he’s recovering well from his accident" Soap points out, looking at the prosthetic leg.

"Yeah, but I assume the prothesis still sucks sometimes even if its magical enchanted" Gaz points out getting a hum from Soap.

"So who do you want to fuck more?" Soap asks getting pushed of the couch from Gaz.

"Shut up MacTavish" Gaz tells him causing the shifter to laugh.

"Ah c'mon Gaz you tease me all the time" Soaps laughs before he is distracted by his phone.

💀: You free to night? 🧼: Yeah, I have this weekend off 💀: I pick you up at 8 pm, wear something you can run in Soap frowns at this, okey that’s a but strange. 🧼: Any more specific instructions? 💀: no, what ever your comfortable in you can also run in

"Mr. Werewolf?" Gaz asks him reading at the magazine again.

"Yeah, he picks me up at 8 pm we do like a night run?" Soap answers getting Gaz to put the magazine down and read the messages.

"Its full moon, Soap" Gaz warns his best friend, they pretty sure don’t just have a late night run.

"What he’s going to do fuck me on the forest floor?" Soap asks more as a joke question, but Gaz is making a duh.

"Cover your mating spot, just as a security measure." Gaz advises the shifter sounding worried. He’s even thinking about calling their boss Yuri, but Soap is a adult and can make his own choices.

"So what do I wear?" Soap asks because what the fuck do you wear when you go on a night run with a werewolf during full moon.

"I guess something you don’t mind getting ripped apart?" Gaz guesses he heard stories. "Have a bag with cloths to change into."

"I could run away shifted" Soap points out, no need to lose a pair of clothes then.

"I guess that’s also an option." Gaz is not sure that this is a good idea.

In the end Soap does is wearing a pair of washed out sweat pants and a tank top that already has some holes in to it and a jacket he intends to leave in the car. In his back a warm hoodie, a other pair of pants, boxers and a shirt. He’s waiting before his building for Ghost to pick him up. The lawyer is pulling up and he gets in.

"So, eh that’s save what we do? With it being full moon and such?" Soap asks a bit unsure. Ghost rubs one hand over his leg.

"Its save, don’t worry" Ghost reassures him, driving on the highway out of the city.

"So should I be in my wolf form or?" Soap asks further question he’s so nervous about this for no reason.

"If you like it we can do it with you shifted, another time." Ghost offers.

"You ever fucked a shifter in shift form?" Soap asks, Ghost shakes his head, pulling of the highway.

"I mean your a wolf shifter not that different from fucking a fully shifter werewolf no? Maybe a bit smaller." Ghost points out getting a sound of protest from the Scot

"I’m at maximum size of what a shifter can reach, there’s nothing small about me" Soap huffs getting a chuckle from Ghost.

"Sure" Ghost sounds so unconvinced.

"We are not fucking in the dirt right?" Soap is asking, he has some standards.

"Noted." Ghost answers, well, he can find a object to fuck the shifter on, or he just has Soap in the air. Sopa don’t lie the answer but its to late for protests they are driving on some parking lot for the national parc.

"Theres a collar in the clove compartment, you need to put it on. There are other Weres in the forest to night, but you are mine, Johnny." Ghost tells him and Soaps dick really likes the you are mine. Soap strips out the jacket before he get the collar out, a nice black one out of leather, with a skull charm on it. He gives it to Ghost before he lift his chin as a invitation for the other to put it on.

"You have 30 minutes before I come after you" Ghost tells him and Soap moans at this. Shit well this should not sound this hot it should make Soap asked to be driven home. The collar fits him perfectly, and Ghost didn’t bought this just for him right?

"Did you train me for this the last few weeks?" Soap don’t even know where this thought comes from.

"A little bit, your already fit enough." Ghost admits, smiling when Sopa is kissing him on the lips.

"Well come get me big boy" Soap is sounding playful, before jumps out the car and disappears into the wood.

Soap is partly shifted, using the advantage of his wolf form, to better navigate in this forest. He stayed on the trail for quite some time making some ground, before he gone of trail. hiding behind a big tree, listening for movement in the forest. He hears leaves moving in the wind, some animal running over the ground, but no footsteps that could belong to a human or werewolf. He carefully moves deeper into the forest, making sure to not step on dry branches or fall over roots. He flinches when several birds are in a panic leaving the trees they are sitting in, the hairs at the back if his neck are standing up, a cold shiver running down his spine. Something dangerous entered this part of the forest. He’s on the move, but the feeling of eyes on his back are not leaving him. Simon is stalking him trough the forest, picked up his track and is now following it. Soap is keeping his breath even listening, hearing water move, its likely just a small stream but a good way to make his tracking down harder. Walking towards the water, his ears twitching when a branch is snapping. Its heard to tell where the branch snapped, but he hears something running, so it was maybe a dear or board. He walks up stream for a good while, the feeling of being watched disappearing he throw Simon off.

Simon stands Infront of the stream, Soap stepped into, looking for hints in what direction the other followed the stream. His mate is smart, finding the stream and using it to throw him off, worthy his brain comes up with, Johnny is a worthy mate, a kicked stone is catching his eyes, that way. See where Johnny left the stream, was a lot easier, he was a bit sloppy and ran into a bush. He needs sometime till he is picking up the scent again. Following pray is so much easier no decisions having to be made, he only follows the tracks and he’s catching up. Stepping on a branch on purpose, the make Soap jump and run and his plan is going off. A human figure is sprinting to the left and Ghost is following. He is getting closer, seeing that Soap is partly shifted, ears and tail visible, smart. Soap is sliding on some wet leaves on the ground when a turning right sharp, and their eyes meet. Soap is running for it, and Ghost is hot on his heals. Soap can not out run him, they both know, but the hunt is still thrilling. He finally pins Soap down on a small clearing. Soap is panting under him, trying to get away from the heavy body on him. Rubbing his ass along Ghosts already hard dick.

"Si" Soap is panting a kiss to his neck, claws struggling a bit to pull his pants down.

"Let me help" Soap is panting, his arms under his chest. The weight on his back is shifting bit, allowing Soap to get his arms free, before he is pulling his pants down. Soap didn’t put on any underwear, kind of not the point of this right. Ghost also is massive, a monster of pure muscle no, he’s not even sure how the other is hiding all this muscles in fully human form. He shivers when the cold night air is hitting his hole and moaning when Ghost is licking over it. Ghost is eating his ass out, and Soap is clawing into the dirt, his dick is about to explode, the hunt turned him on to a level he didn’t anticipate.

"Fuck Si, ahh" Soap is moaning, he has no idea what the werewolf did with his tongue but it makes his dick throb. Ghost does it again and again and again, pre cum dripping on the forest floor, having Soap press his ass more into the werewolf’s face. Ghost is cubbing his balls carefully with his claws, squeezing them a bit and Soap screams as he comes, thick robes of his cum in the grass. Ghost is making a pleased sound before he pulls id face away from Soaps ass, he’s pleased with the preparation he did on Soap. Ghost is stroking his own dick, lubing it up with the pre cum, giving Soap some time to recover. Soap turns around his eyes glued to the massive werewolf dick.

"Fuck" Soap curses reaching out to stroke it himself Ghost lets him.

"Be careful with that monster" Soap is telling the were wolf who’s eyes are closed, while his mate is stroking him. Golden iris look at him, a nose pressed against his cheek.

"Fuck, can I ride it?" Soap is asking, because there’s no way he’s giving Ghost full control. Soap is pulled into Ghost lap, Ghost is rubbing his dick along the crack of his ass. Soap is lining himself up, slowly lowering himself down, the tip is already so fat, the stretch a bit painful. Ghost is clawing into the dirt, letting Johnny have the control for now, pleasing his mate in what ever way his mate wants to. He wants to do nothing more than to push into the warm tight heat of his mate, but he’s letting Soap down in his own speed. Scottish curses fill the air, with every inch that Soap is taking, a sigh leaving him, when he finally sits fully down. He's panting into Ghosts fur, clawing into the muscular shoulders.

"Oh fuck, never had anything that big in me before" Soap is panting, he’s not even sure if he can ride this safely. Claws carefully scratch along his thighs, making sure to not break skin. Soap is just rocking his hips back and forth not even trying to lift himself off this monster of a dick. Slowly starting to lift his hips with every back roll and sinking them when rolling forward. Slowly Soap is lifting himself of the dick to sink down on it again.

"God, I want your human dick the next time" Soap is cursing, when the fat tip is pressing along his prostate when he goes down again. Simon is carefully nibbling along his neck, licking along the pulls, but Soap can feel how the other is holding back. Letting him have this, before the Werewolf is fucking him into the ground. making him scream, making sure Soap wont be able to sit for days. Soap lifts himself nearly totally off, then he clenches down around the tip, getting a growl out of Ghost. Soap grins at the werewolf doing it again and again and again.

"Problem big guy?" Soap knows that provoking a werewolf your fucking is probably a bad idea, he still cant stop himself. Simon snarls at him and Soap slowly lowers himself again while clenching down has hard as he can. Pleased grin on his face about what he’s done and he feels claws on his hip. Soap stops his movement and Ghost is instantly taking over. Trusting into Soap, while also pulling him down. Soap is throwing his head back in pleasure, Ghost is brutal, every trust forceful and with the purpose to stimulate Soaps prostate.

"Ahh, Simon" Soap is screaming a bit of droll running down the corner of his mouth.

"Close, fuck" Soap is panting and Ghost is just keep going, brutal unforgiving, unchanging. Soap screams loud when he’s coming, covering the dark fur with cum. Ghost isn’t stopping, fucking in the wet heat, loving the sounds he’s fucking out of Soap.

"Si, please ahh, its to much" Soap is whining and Ghost is stopping his movement. Soap is burring his face in the fur, panting and god Ghost is still rock hard in him. Ghost is running his claws down Soaps back. Soap starts whacking his tail at the gentle touches. Ghost is carefully scratching his ears and Soaps tail is hitting Ghost legs.

"Not a word about this" Soap is hissing and Ghost is making a amused sound. Soap is placing kisses in the fur, rubbing his face against Ghost neck to get covered in his scent, but also to cover Ghost into his.

"Fuck me, mhm fill me up" Soap is whispering when he has the feeling he can keep going. Ghost is lifting him of his dick, turning him around, one claw around his chest the other on his hip, Soap is kneeling. Ghost pushes back in, going slow and building a pace, to fuck in the shifter.

In Ghosts head only the word fuck mate, and knot mate are running on repeated. Soap is screaming with every trust, Ghost feels his heart beat, every yes, Simon and fuck he is fucking out of Johnny is pulling him a bit closer to his own orgasm.

Claim, claim, claim, claim

Ghost wants to claim him so desperately he just would have to move to collar up slightly and sink his teeth into the mating spot, but he wants Soap to consent, for Soap to bite his mating spot as well. He can lick over it right, there’s no harm there right? Soap moan is so beautiful, so Ghost licks over it again.

"Simon" Ghost is not registering that Soap is protesting to this, just loving to hear his name.

"Simon" Soaps voice sounds more urgent, Ghost is scrapping with his teeth over the sensitive spot.

"Simon" Soap is slightly panicking at the teeth, Ghost could easily break the skin. They barely know each other, he tries to move away as good as possible. Only causing Ghost to press in his teeth more into the spot.

"Simon, no" Soap is finally voicing his disagreement. The teeth are pulled back, but Simon keeps licking and sucking the spot. Soap knows this a catastrophe waiting to happen, there’s no way, Simon wont bite the moment his orgasm hits. When Soap tries to pull away, Ghost is pressing him into the ground, using his weight to keep Soap in place. The trust of Simons hip are getting a bit irregular, his knot finally forming.

"Si, please" Soap begs, hoping to get the werewolf to pull away, from his neck. His begging only getting the werewolf to fuck him with more force. Ghost starts to grind his hips with the next trust, growling into the neck in front of him. Soap screams when teeth are breaking skin, fingers clawing in the grass, the orgasm is violent. Its nothing to Ghost orgasm making sure that the mating is successful, his shooting so much cum into Soaps ass, he has the feeling it’s not stopping, knot firmly in place. When Ghost is finally pulling of the neck he’s pleased when he sees the silver mark. His mate is finally his, he nuzzles into it a pleased rumble in his chest.

Soap is angry at him, demanding to be brought to his workplace so the witch Yuri can reverse what he did so carelessly. Ghost knows its not, they fucked in to moon light, he was fully turned and he’s a true Alpha, they are mated. Probably not for long because Kate will kill him. The silence in the car right back in the city is loaded, Ghost knows he fucked up, he feels bad for what he did. When they pull up to the club, Soap is leading in the personal area towards a small office. Kate is already in the room arms crossed in front of her chest she looks disappointed and that’s worse than her just screaming at him. Soap walks towards his friend Gaz who’s also sitting in the office leaving a young witch that’s sitting on the desk looking highly entertained.

"So Gaz told us something happened" Yuri starts this very awkward conversation.

"I eh, mated Johnny" Ghost stammers if Kate can look even more disappointed at him she gives her best trying. The young witch probably not even over 100 is going to Soap carefully removing the collar, looking at the mark.

"Oh." the teenager makes. "Well that’s a marriage license" Soap looks at him furious.

"What." Soap makes looking ready to jump the werewolf.

"Ture Alpha, in the full moon, fully shifted, that thing is unbreakable." Magic is flaring of in Kate’s hands.

"You mate bounded him? Seriously Simon?" Kate is asking Ghost never saw this angry before, at least not at him. "You mated him the first full moon you got the chance?"

"I.. yes." Ghost knows everything else would make Kate even more angry.

"Uh, the teeth mark are turning golden" the young witch is commenting before returning to the desk.

"Yura I need to sell you to Milena for food more often, I got two dramas to watch for the price of one bowl." The young witch is saying amused by the situation.

"Well, there’s only two things left to do, Soap you need to bit in Ghosts mating spot and you need to get a marriage license." Yuri doesn’t sound amused.

"Oh you better belief I write this poor man a preen up, that will leave you penny less Simon." Kate is hissing.

[kumabeom]

anti romantic

chapter 10 : stunning beauty

synopsis : anti romantic, college student choi yeonjun who thinks he’s seen everything in a relationship, promising himself that he won’t go through another relationship ever again to prevent himself from going through another heartbreak. that was until he sees yn, a classmate, chasing his heart. will his walls be enough to scare yn away, or will they continue chasing yeonjun with all they have ?

yeonjun’s fingers held onto the cardboard cupholder, the other cupholder in your hand. 4 drinks in each holder. coming up with 8 in total, the two of you walked side by side, cold breeze blowing against the two of you. the warm drinks attempting their best to emit the warmth.

“by the way, yn, has yoojung not been bothering you ?” yeonjun question, stepping against the cement sidewalk.

“hmmm-“ and as much as you wanted to lie about the situation, yoojung was yeonjun’s ex, and she was texting you about your relationship with him.. so it wouldn’t be wrong to tell him, right ? “not really, she did text me the other day.. she told me that i was just a fling to you, tried to convince me that you cheated on her.. it was the same day that you told me everything, so i didn’t believe her..”

“thank you for trusting me..”

“why wouldn’t i trust you, jjun. you’ve been nothing but open to me… not so much in the beginning but everyone’s like that at one point..”

yeonjun’s free arm wrapped itself around your shoulders. his body warmth instantly warming you up, along with the warmth that was slightly ignited from the huge amount of butterflies that rested against your stomach, the flustered feeling heated up the tip of your nose and ears.

“jjun..”

“yes, my stunning beauty ?”

yeonjun’s words caused your mind to stumble, forgetting any previous thoughts that had gone through your mind. heart beat quickening, a smile that you tried to hold back eventually showed itself.

“s-since when did you get so flirty ?” you questioned, yeonjun had progressively gotten more and more charismatic, although he had never spoken or acted to such a degree.

“hmmm. i’m not sure, maybe my flirty side only comes out for you ?” yeonjun smirked, he knew exactly what he was doing and he loved it, he loved telling you the exact words that played in his mind. yeonjun usually only talked about what was on his mind, if he feels like it isn’t appropriate, he tends to hold himself back. but now that he’s opening himself up now, he knew you were okay with the things he said. you’ve known him since highschool and somehow you still had a crush on him, how had you been so loyal to him when he barely spared you a glance ? but he’s glad that he’s here now, he’s happy that everything happened the way it did.

the two of you walked side by side, yeonjun’s arm still flung onto your shoulder. as he led you to his apartment, entering the main building, walking into the elevator. yeonjun’s fingers pressed against the number 3, as it lit up.

he put his arm back to his side, holding onto the bottom of the cupholder. the two of you stood in silence, a comfortable silence. it didn’t last long as the elevator opened its doors, he guided you towards his apartment, the 5th door on the left. he opened it, no need for a key, thanks to taehyun already being home.

“hey jun hyung, hi yn.” taehyun greeted, as the you and yeonjun entered the room, yeonjun placed his cupholder on a coffee table in his living room, as he hinted for you to do the same. you waved at taehyun as he turned away from the stove, a delicious scent spread throughout the apartment.

“is anyone else here yet ?” yeonjun questioned, his eyebrow raised.

“soobin’s here, beomgyu immediately hid him in my room though, they’re there together, i trust them enough to not do anything too couply in there.”

“yn, surely you have to know what’s happening between soobin and beomgyu, has soobin told you anything ?” taehyun asked, eyebrow raised as he kept an eye on the food he was making.

“nothing much really, soobin keeps insisting that they’re just friends..” you answered, as yeonjun gestured you to take a seat, setting down you’re things right next to you onto your right side. yeonjun took a seat beside you.

“beomgyu !” yeonjun called out, leaning over to put a hot beverage in front of you on the coffee table, as he grabbed his own drink. it didn’t take long for the younger to exit taehyun’s room, his ‘friend’ following right behind him.

an awkward tension resting between the two as they felt like they were teenage lovers who were caught doing something that they weren’t supposed to do. “are the two of you going to study or are you going to continue being secretive and hide from us ?”

“well we’re waiting for hyun to finish.. we’re going to memorize a few techniques while trying to bake something on a bigger scale. the baking is just to help us understand what we are learning. plus you’re not one to talk, you’ve hid yn from us for a while.”

“that’s different though, because i could be completely expressing myself, but i’m not sure if you’re a fan of pda.”

“do it then !” beomgyu challenged, yeonjun smirked, secretly thanking beomgyu for the chance he gave him to show you exactly what he wanted to do to you. he was sure that he felt the same way that you did. the strong adoring feeling that you expressed to have for him, was now being reciprocated. yeonjun brought his arms around your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his chest. a tingle on your cheek as yeonjun pressed his lips against your cheek.

“you’ll be my stunning beauty forever, right ?” yeonjun whispered into your ear, as you began to get overwhelmed with the amount of affection that you were receiving, your heart beating like crazy, having no control over your reaction, the blush inevitably making its way back onto your face.

“i-if you let me, yeah..” you mumbled.

“okay, i get it, we won’t ‘hide’ anymore. just stop with the pda.” beomgyu groaned, his eyebrows furrowed. soobin on the other hand had a wide smile plastered on his face, he found it cute that yeonjun was treating you well, just the way you deserved to be treated especially for everything that you’ve done for him for the past few years.

“mmm… maybe, i’ll think about it.” the door opened once again, revealing huening kai followed by winter and karina. the two girls automatically noticing the situation you were in.

“yah, yn, since when did it get so serious between the two of you.” karina asked, going over to sit on a couch directly across from you and yeonjun, winter taking the space next to her. you simply sent a smile her way, beginning to get comfortable in the position that you were in. yeonjun unwrapped an arm that rested on your waist, bringing it up to play with your hair.

“help yourselves to any drink that you’d like.”

karina and winter looked at each other before grabbing a drink. instead of drinking a warmer beverage during this time of year, you knew that the two of them preferred to drink colder things during winter. even though you were constantly worried that either of them would get sick, the two of them tended to avoid any kind of cold or flu during the time of year.

karina pressed her lips against the cup lid. as she took out her things from her bag. winter doing the same as she settled down and began to get more comfortable.

the other 3; beomgyu, soobin, and kai, took a seat on the floor, claiming that they work better on the floor even though there was another few seats open. taehyun came over, placing a cutting board at the center of the coffee table before coming over with a pot full of ramyeon. nicely cut green onions adding a pop of color to the ramyeon, bright red chili peppers doing the same. taehyun placed down 8 bowls, one for each person. a pair of chopsticks placed inside of every bowl.

all of you studied, breaking off into separate groups, helping each other with whatever they could. taehyun helping huening, beomgyu tuning in a few times before switching his attention back to soobin as they talked about certain methods. karina and winter attempting to help each other as you and yeonjun spoke over your final project which was to simply make a great (mainly) handmade outfit for something like an idol to wear.

“what have you been thinking for your final project, yn ?” yeonjun posed, as he opened up a sketch journal that he had separated for fashion ideas.

“mmm i kinda wanna do like a corset with a poofy skirt and a trail in the back. mostly by hand of course and i want to do it with like a baby pink and white, i also want to do a white lace with ruffles on the corset too.” you answered, looking up smiling at the boy. “you ?”

“i’m not sure, i’m having a hard time deciding.. i want to do like a light pink with little gem like hearts, it won’t be the only decoration but i don’t have much planned..”

“well if you ever need help brainstorming, i’m right here for you, jun.” you advised, as he sent you a grin back.

“by the way, yeonjun.. how did you break up with yoojung ?” karina raised the question, silence growing in the room as she stared right into his eyes, yeonjun’s brows raised. quite straightforward for a first meeting. not to mention the fact that it was a harsh breakup..

“we bro-“

“you don’t have to answer that, yeonjun.” you cut him off, giving a stare at karina, not knowing what was going on in her mind for her to ask that.

“i really don’t mind though..”

“even so, it’s your personal life, yeonjun, you shouldn’t be obligated to say.”

yeonjun was someone who wouldn’t express if he was uncomfortable, rather he would simply try to come off as nice and hope for the best. and right now was one of those moments.

“i was just wondering though, couples don’t break things off all of a sudden.”

“karina, i think you’re really pushing your boundaries.” winter spoke up, worried expression on her face.

“winter didn’t you want to see if he was ‘boyfriend material’ enough for yn..” karina continued on, not having a single clue of what she was doing wrong. yeonjun’s arms loosened their hold around your waist.

“you know.. maybe we should just get going, im sorry if we ruined things.” winter apologized picking up her things up along with karina’s forcing karina to get up with her.

“it’s just surprising to me that all of yn’s friends care so much about them. and they have yet to show us that they care about their friends.. it’s always just been about yeonjun.”

you bit your lip, looking down at your feet, a slight pang hitting your chest. had karina really felt so neglected that she started an entire rant throughout the study session. winter attempted her best to get karina out of the apartment, eventually succeeding.

the 6 of you in complete silence, majority of eyes stuck on you. it was completely out of character for karina to act in such a manner. she was always kind and genuine.

taehyun grabbed yeonjun’s attention by waving at him, silently signaling to tell him to cheer you up. your mood drop was oh so very obvious.

“do you want me to drive you home ?” he asked.

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an: BRO this chapter took me so long to write because i was in a momentary depression for like 3 days because i literally have such a feeling that i’m going to fail my math class 😔😔 I HATE IT HERE, and like the entire class understands and i….. dont. BUT ITS OKAY everyone moves at their own pace !!

[bettermiya]

Dinner Guest

Pairing: Osamu Miya x AFAB!Reader

WC: 2.8k words.

Triggers: Cannibalism, Abusive Ex, Nonconsensual Drugging, Consensual Handjob, Human Butchering against an NPC, Violence, Blood. MDNI. 18+.

Summary: Osamu offers you a perfect meal. Horror!AU. Hannibal-esque!AU.

You get home from work exhausted, but the smell coming from the kitchen is enough to wash away some of the day’s stresses. You drop your things off by the front door and slip off your shoes- you’ll get everything put into its proper place later. Right now, the aroma from the kitchen is drawing you in like one of those cartoons, a beckoning finger that pulls you forward until you are practically on top of Osamu.

“What are you making for dinner?” You peer around his broad frame to stare at the pots and pans on the stove. The smell is divine. Osamu turns to you and presses a kiss into your hair.

“Hayashi rice.” He says, letting his face linger against your head for a few moments as he takes in your scent. “It’s almost ready. Go sit, I’ll bring it over to the table.” He lightly nudges you with his hip before going back to his cooking. You linger a moment, mouth watering while he tends to the meat and sauce. He gives a small huff of a laugh and uses his chopsticks to cut free a tiny corner of meat- it’s so tender that it easily gives way. After carefully dipping it in the sauce, he cups a hand beneath the gently steaming morsel and offers it to you. As you lean in, so does he, and he meets your eyes as he gently blows on the hot food.

“Open, darlin’.”

You do, and he eases the food into your awaiting mouth. A bit of the sauce drips onto your chin, but you hardly notice. You’re melting with the warm, comforting bite. Osamu notices, however, and before you can step away to go to the dining room, he brushes his tongue slowly over your skin. Warmth spreads through the rest of your body as the tip of his tongue teases your lower lip. You lean closer, expecting a kiss, but he pulls away with a grin. “That’s all yer gettin’ for now. Go get settled ‘n get off yer feet. I’ll be done soon.”

The apartment you share with Osamu is open and spacious. You pad on sock feet from Osamu’s kingdom of ranges and spices and knife blocks into the adjoined dining room with its intimate, small table already set for two. There are candles glowing on either side of a beautiful centerpiece of fresh flowers. You take in their subtle perfume as you finally pull out your chair and take a seat. As you sit there, you close your eyes, thinking you’ll rest them just for a moment while you wait for Osamu.

You are awakened by the aroma of the rice and beef and the dark demi-glace and the sensation of Osamu’s breath against your neck. He has pulled his chair very close to yours. He kisses your jaw and nips at the lobe of your ear. Feeling a smile cross your face, you lift a hand to brush through his short hair.  “Sorry. Work took a lot out of me today.”

“That’s alright, darlin’. I don’t mind. Ya look pretty when ya sleep.”

Dinner is a quiet affair. He asks you about your day in low tones in between taking bites of food and brushing his hand against your thigh and the small of your back. You are nodding by the time you finish, the stew of beef, carrots, onions, mushrooms sitting warm and comforting within your stomach. Though it’s a little embarrassing and you feel a bit guilty for not being able to stay awake long enough to spend the evening together sprawled on the couch like usual, you love the way he gathers you from the chair into his arms so easily and carries you back to bed.

His hands are strong and warm as they gently unbutton and slide away your clothes. He teases you with soft caresses and little kisses and dresses you again into a soft, clean shirt that smells of him. You try to groggily protest and ask for more attention from his mouth and hands, but he reminds you that you’ve had a hard day. “Sleep a little, and we’ll see.”

When you drift up from sleep, he is climbing into bed beside you, having finished cleaning up from dinner and changing into his own pajamas, which consist only of the soft pants of the set. You realize you are wearing his shirt that completes the set. It seems fitting. He curls up behind you, dragging you against his chest. His lips find the base of your neck, the curve of your shoulder; his teeth tug at the lobe of your ear. You’re still lingering in that hazy place between reality and dreams, sleep threatening to pull you back into its embrace.

One of his strong hands nudges up the hem of the shirt you’re wearing and glides along the plains of your bare stomach. His fingers slip beneath the hem of your underwear and gently tease the warmth between your thighs. You drift back to sleep riding waves of pleasure. Your dreams are filled with his soft murmurs.

You wake up to the sound of a door slamming. Groggily, you grab your phone and check the time. The glow of the screen scatters spots across your field of vision; the blocky numbers tell you it is early in the morning. The space beside you on the bed still holds a bit of warmth from Osamu. He must have just gotten up to go to the restaurant. Sometimes he leaves in the wee hours of the morning to buy special ingredients from the markets- usually various cuts of meat he carries home in big, dark bags. You’ve asked before to go with him, but he says there’s no reason for you to get up so early when you work such long hours and besides, you don’t really want to see a bunch of animal carcasses being chopped up, do you?

Normally you sleep through his absence and by the time you wake, he is back with all of his meat neatly packed away in his large freezer box and he is in the kitchen preparing you breakfast. It’s very rare that you wake up with him still gone. He makes sure to tire you out enough so that you never have to be alone while you are home, or so he likes to say.

You sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, and rub at your heavy eyelids. You’re having a hard time keeping yourself awake, but you want to check on the loud slamming of the door. You’re pretty sure you can also hear heavy footfalls coming down the hall. Osamu is usually so quiet, especially when you’re sleeping. Your mind still feeling a bit hazy, you stand up and pad barefoot toward the bedroom door, only for it to be shoved open.

Fear pours over you like cold water. You still feel very foggy, but there is no mistaking the figure who is standing in the doorway. It’s your ex. You have no idea how they found you after all this time. You deleted all of your old social media. You changed your number. You moved in with Osamu in a completely different city. The apartment, the restaurant– everything is in his name. You even went through the trouble of changing your name legally to prevent this exact outcome.

Your mind is not working quickly enough. You open your mouth to dumbly ask how they found you, but before you can, they are storming forward and shoving you backward. You stagger, but manage to remain standing. Lifting both of your hands, you try to speak, but they strike you across the face so violently, stars burst across your vision and you drop to your knees. Pain flares in your knees and your head; you feel like your brain has rattled about in your skull. Blood is pooling in your mouth.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find you?” They’re screaming obscenities. They kick you in the stomach, and a mixture of blood and saliva bursts from your mouth and sprinkles the carpet. Suddenly, they snatch a handful of your hair and drag you from the room. Your brain is finally beginning to catch up with what is happening. You scream and kick and grab for their hands, trying to make them release you.

They stop, and for one moment, you think maybe by some miracle, they will stop and listen to reason. Instead, they grab the side of your head and slam it into the wall. The fight goes out of you, and you are on the verge of losing consciousness as they begin pulling you again. You tilt back your head to look up at them, and see Osamu standing behind them. There is a strange look to his face, one you haven’t seen before. His eyes are cold and calculating, his jaw is tight. He lifts both of his hands and claps them together hard against your ex’s ears.

They drop you, and your head knocks against the tiled floor of the kitchen. You didn’t even realize they had dragged you this far. You can hear your ex screaming, but it sounds dull and far away. Turning your head, you watch as Osamu grabs them by the throat and easily lifts them up, slamming them down hard onto the pristine surface of the kitchen island. From where you are lying, you can’t see exactly what happens next. Osamu lifts a knife and it comes down; your ex stops screaming, but their legs, dangling over the edge of the island, are kicking wildly.

Osamu kneels down beside you and very tenderly cups the back of your head, lifting you into a sitting position. Your head is throbbing in time with the rhythm of your frantic heartbeat and the spinning and tilting of the room is making you very nauseous. “Can ya hear me, darlin’?” His voice is very low, very calm…. almost dangerously so.

You try to nod, but that makes your head hurt worse. “Yes.” You finally manage.

“I’m real sorry,” He murmurs, kissing your temple. His eyes linger on your mouth, where your busted lip is still leaking blood onto your chin. Cupping your jaw, he leans forward and brushes his tongue along your skin and lower lip, cleaning away the smear of red from your skin. “I thought I gave ya enough to let ya sleep through this whole nasty business.”

You look at him confused. He lifts you up and sits you down in one of the dining room chairs. You can still see into the kitchen. Your ex is grabbing at the knife, which is sticking out of the middle of his throat. Your head is spinning. Everything feels just a bit unreal. Osamu steps away, but he returns quickly to your side, pressing a towel with ice inside against the back of your head. He lifts your hand and presses it to the towel. “Hold this here.” You nod and hold it.

“What did you mean before…?”

“Mm… I put something in yer drink tonight. Just somethin’ to help ya sleep. I thought it’d be enough to keep ya sleepin’ til I was done with…,” He stood up and walked over to your ex, whose struggling seems to be growing more sluggish. “Ya see, I told ‘em where to find us… the plan was to take care of ‘em without ya havin’ to be involved, but… things didn’t quite go as I planned. S’okay, though, darlin’... y’all never have to worry about ‘em ever again.”

Your mind is slow to comprehend what is happening. You watch Osamu pull free the knife, see the spray of blood arc upward like a fountain. You blink, slowly, and when you open your eyes again, you see the flash of a large cleaver. Things unfold before you in hazy flashes. Your ex’s head disappears from the counter. Osamu methodically begins butchering the body. Cuts of meat are wrapped and bound together with twine. The various cuts of meat are stacked neatly together. Osamu hums as he works. This all feels like a dream… a strange nightmare. He comes to check on you off and on during his work.

He takes away the ice and towel. His lips brush against your brow. Kneeling in front of you, he takes your hands and kisses your palms, the tips of your fingers. “Are ya feelin’ okay?”

Your head is still hurting, but the nausea has gone away. It must be the shock and the ice you had been holding to your battered head- you’re shivering. He touches your cheek. You are staring at the neat, wrapped packages that had once been your ex, but the fear and revulsion you should be feeling are not there. Not yet. Osamu stands again and moves back into the kitchen.

Over the next few minutes, he carries everything from the kitchen to the large freezer. “We’ll have a lovely feast when yer feelin’ better.” He promises. When he’s done, he scoops you up and carries you back to bed. After tucking you in, he kisses your forehead.

“Try to rest. I’ll keep a check on ya.”

You wake late the next day to the smell of breakfast. Osamu sets a tray beside you on the bed. There is miso soup, rice, and strips of meat. Your gaze lingers on the meat, thinking back to the strange dream you had the previous night. It must have been a dream. It couldn’t have been real, and it all seems so strange and hazy in the warm glow of the sunlight spilling into the bedroom. Osamu smiles and strokes your cheek. “I hope yer hungry.”

You eat. He watches, smiling calmly the entire time. His hand is stroking your bare thigh while you eat. When you’re done, he offers soft words of praise and draws you into his lap. You are more awake now with the full breakfast settling nicely in your stomach. The previous night begins to come into more focus. You remember the blood… you remember the meat… you think hard about the taste of the cooked meat and rice and soup on your tongue.

But his hand is drifting down… down… teasing and working between your legs while his mouth tastes your skin…

You stop thinking so hard and lose yourself in the touch… the taste…

“Yer such a good girl,” He murmurs into your neck, his voice a low rumble at the back of his throat. His touch is slow at first, a steady stroking in lazy circles. You lose track of your thoughts. Your awareness is shrinking; all you can focus on is his finger tracing those careful loops between your legs. You try to help him along by arching your hips into his hand, but he hums against your skin and gently lowers you back onto the bed. He leans over you, his hand still moving so slowly and deliberately.

“There’s no need to rush,” He says, moving his mouth to yours. His teeth catch your lower lip and scrape against the still tender flesh there. You taste a bit of your own blood, and so does he as his tongue slides into your mouth. His finger presses deeper, slowly. Your back arches. Heat is pooling in your abdomen. His finger eases back, circles. He breaks the kiss before his finger slides in again so he can hear the low moan escape your bloodied lips. He hooks his other arm beneath your head, tugging you closer. The fingers of his free hand curl beneath your jaw and tilt your head up while his thumb brushes over your lips.

He presses his thumb into your mouth, and as you run your tongue along his skin, he purrs. “Tha’s my girl.”

Two fingers now. They press into you slowly, deeply. You whimper around the thumb in your mouth as your hips arch upward into his touch. His teeth mark the skin where your neck and shoulder meet; he sucks and licks the place where he bites. He allows your hips to rise against his hand while he teases you, his fingers moving in and out in a steady rhythm. You are panting, gasping, bucking against him. This time, when his fingers slide in, he hooks them and strokes as you cry out.

Your body is quivering. Your thoughts have scattered. There was something you were thinking of, but his hands, his mouth… his tongue… his teeth… you can barely focus on anything other than the sparks of heat and pleasure in the places where he touches you. He turns your face toward him and kisses you as his fingers continue their work.

“I’m real proud of ya,” He says, his hot breath washing over your temple. His touch draws another shuddering cry from your lips. Your whole body is alight. You are beginning to tire, but he is relentless in his ministration.  Again… again… your body arches into his hand… you gasp and tremble… you whimper…

When you are utterly spent, he slides his fingers free and brings them to his lips, running his tongue along them while he holds your gaze. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Delicious.”

[starseneyes]

Chenford REWIND- Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 3 Ep 14 & Season 4 Ep 1

Hello, beautiful humans (and the random cat or dog who might be looking over someone's shoulder).

I had a request for 4x01, but it didn't feel complete without the context of 3x14, since they flow into one another. So, I hope you'll bear with me as we dive into both.

SPOILER WARNING: This is a spoiler zone. I will spoiler all of these two episodes, and reference past material. I do try to write these as though I'm watching them for the first time, but please bear in mind that I am up to date to 5x12.

Ready? Let's dive in!

Threshold

"You can never let down your guard. Never relax. Because if it comes, when it comes, you will have to do everything right. Because one wrong word, one wrong move, one wrong look, and you're dead."

Holy cold open, Batman! You may think, "Why is she starting a Chenford meta with Nyla's speech?" Because... these are the stakes.

This is what's at risk on this op, and everyone knows it... including Tim. His ex-wife did UC, so he's intimately familiar with the pang and anxiety of not knowing what's going down with someone you love when they're on assignment like this.

But I think it's important for the audience to be reminded of the stakes. Lucy Chen didn't chose a safe job to begin with, going into law enforcement as an officer. But UC is a totally different beast. Instead of heading into the lion's den armed with all your tools, you're going in often blind and alone.

Lucy Tips Off The Cops

Let's be real, Lucy spotted the car and decided to send a message. She has no phone, no way to contact anyone, and she needs to make sure that this goes clean.

Best way to do that? Tip off someone on the other side. She saw her opportunity, and she took it. Smart gal.

"It's Lucy." "What do we do?" "Treat it like any other stop, but we do not run anyone in that car."

Tim spots her face in the mirror before he even gets out of the car. Jackson is obviously worried, but Tim keeps his concern in check while they're in the Shop together. He knows from his years of experience that the only thing they can do is stay calm and not blow her cover.

"There's no way these cops are gonna let us go."

I love Lucy's glance back at the mirror and Tim's back at her. It's likely a trick of editing, but it gives us the feeling that they're in sync—they're looking for one another, in this moment, but for different reasons.

Tim wants to be sure she's safe. She wants to be sure he makes it out of this alive.

"Look, before we start shooting cops in broad daylight, just let me try something, okay?" "What?" "Flirting. I haven't gotten a ticket since I was 16. I know how to get out of them, okay? Just trust me."

She's looking in the mirror, again, at him. He's looking back. She's hoping and praying he'll play along.

And, honestly, he's the perfect person for this. There are so many other officers that this wouldn't have worked with. But Tim and Lucy have a very deep running trust and respect for one another.

Plus, Tim knows how UC goes better that most. He's already prepped Jackson on how to proceed, and he's going to take point.

"I'm sorry, officer, was I going too fast?"

Tim's clenching his jaw so often I'm afraid it's going to seize. While he's doing a good job of keeping his emotions in check, they're there. He can read from the situation that it's not a good one.

"Yes, ma'am. You almost caused an accident." "We're in a hurry. It's my brother's birthday and I haven't gotten any party supplies."

Clever Girl. (yes, that's a Jurassic Park reference. I AM nearing 40, so it's totally my childhood). Lucy's sneaking in information and hoping Tim's going to grab onto it.

"License and registration, please." "C'mon, you don't really need that, do you?"

Tim has leaned towards her, placing a hand on the car door. It's not a move he'd normally make, but it's Lucy. Lucy seizes the opportunity to place her hand atop his.

Tim glances down at her hand, putting the pieces together of what she's doing. Because, come on, Season 3 Lucy would not randomly place her hand on his.

He knows this is a message... I don't know if he understands the situation is fraught with mortal danger, but he knows he needs to stop what he's doing and pay attention to what she's doing.

"You should come to the party after work. We'd have fun." "Yeah, I bet we would."

Tim chuckles a little before his line, and the "yeah" to me is in answer to her. Because what she's just told him is that this party isn't happening, yet. She doesn't need him, yet.

And much as Tim hates this, he's going to follow protocol and he's going to walk away. Lucy holds his gaze, and while we don't see the reverse, I'm sure he's feeling her message.

"Alright, I'm gonna let you go with a warning this time. But slow down, okay?" "Yeah, I promise."

She puts some smile into her voice, but it drops from her face as soon as she meets his eyes, again.

"Thank you so much."

That was for Tim. Thank you for hearing me. Thank you for understanding me. Thank you for not blowing my cover. Thank you for trusting me.

"Yeah. Have fun at that party."

The "Yeah" is for Lucy. Yeah, I hate this but I'm doing it. Yeah, I know you can handle this. Yeah, I've got your back and always will.

The second line is for the car to show that her ploy to flirt with him worked. And Tim holds her gaze a last second before he walks away.

"See? Cops are easy. You just gotta know how to play them."

But she's watching him in the mirror the whole walk back to make sure he's safe. He has no idea she just saved his life.

"She is clear that if she is in over her head, she can pull herself out." "She won't, and you know it. There's no quit in Chen."

Remember their conversation after DOD? It was the first time Tim pointed out Lucy's lack of "Quit", and I'm glad it comes back, here. Tim knows Lucy well enough to know that she will see it through to the end. Like him, Lucy Chen finishes what she starts.

Gosh, these two are such a match made in heaven. But, they're not there, yet.

"Look, she's due for a check-in at Midnight. I will take her temperature then. If I feel like she's in too deep, then we can go get her."

Why does this feel like a friend trying to calm a worried spouse? It does, right? Lucy is no longer his Rookie, but he's very concerned about her well being.

"Call me right after." "Alright."

We're still in the phase of other people telling Tim how Lucy's doing—but Tim needing to know. And I don't think he even knows why he needs to know. But some part of him needs to know that she is okay.

Because much as their relationship shifts over the years, I think this whole ordeal pulls a lot to the surface that was lingering beneath. Yes, I know as someone who is up-to-date with 5x12 that there are many new obstacles, issues, and arguments coming their way. But this episode is important.

Tim is worrying more than he should about a fellow officer. Yes, we have seen how fiercely loyal he can be to those who cares about. But Tim is taking the worried husband position, here. And it's so bloody inappropriate, but Nyla doesn't call him on it.

But the woman's not oblivious. She's known Tim a long time, and she knows well enough that it's not the time to argue with him. She's going to placate him and get him out of her hair.

"Lucy missed her check-in." "She's cooking."

Excuse me. Timothy Bradford, did you come all the way back to the station just to check on your not-Boot? Like, you didn't even trust Nyla to call you? Instead you're showing up at the station to check on your girl.

Tim, we see you!

"You don't know that for sure." "She's either cooking or she's dead." "She's not dead." "Then she's making product. From the chemicals she stole, we know it's meth. Alright. That takes four to eight hours. Look, you and I both know it's against the law for her to allow product she cooked to hit the streets. If we don't find her, she's gonna stop it by herself... or die trying."

And now Nyla's listening to him. Watch the wheels turn as she processes what he's saying (which is mostly for the audience because, as he pointed out, Nyla already knows all this).

Again, they're telling us the stakes. We have to understand what Lucy is willing to do. And why it's stressing Tim the eff out.

"You're not a nobody, are you?" "No, I'm a cop and you're under arrest." "You stole my line." "I thought you said she needed rescuing."

Tim. Look at you braggin' on your girl. We know he was worried about her. He wouldn't have driven all the way to the station in the middle of the night if he wasn't. But in front of her, he's bragging on her and her badass self.

We stan a man who doesn't fear a strong woman.

"How'd you guys get here so fast? Not that I'm complaining." "When you didn't report in last night, Sergeant Grey called the chief who called every law enforcement agency in Southern California." "400 cops just spent the night looking for you."

Including your husband, who hasn't slept all night knowing you were out here and needed help. Tim is already going above and beyond for Lucy. For all of his "not my job" talk, he's the one who's really there for her. He's the one checking in on her. He's the one worrying about her.

And, let's be real, Lucy's never had anyone like that in her life. Her parents haven't supported her, and non of the guys she's dated have stuck. But her former TO, hard-ass Tim Bradford is the guy who steps up to play husband when she's in danger.

"I need superglue, hair pins, and your badge."

First off, how on-brand is it for Tim Bradford to show up to a wedding and still have his badge on him? And how awesome is it that his future step-daughter already knows it?

"Thank you both for believing in me."

This line hits hard based on Lucy's background. Her parents have been un-supportive in her ambition. She hasn't really had people in her life who believed in her, but the more she's at Mid-Wilshire, the more she's finding a whole new family.

Found family tropes are my jam because I live in one. 20 years ago, one night at University orientation, I met the people who would be the best friends of my life. We are raising our children together. We vacation together. We party together. We mourn together.

Because, for whatever reason, sometimes we need more than our blood family. Found family is a gift, and I'm so thrilled for mine. And that Lucy Chen found hers.

"To tell the truth, I kind of missed it."

Lucy's eyes trail past Nyla and Grey... to where Tim talks with Officer Jan. Tell me she didn't miss Tim! While she was alone in that hotel room playing chess with herself? Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?

"Um, will you excuse me?"

Nyla takes a sip of her drink, going with the flow. Unsurprising that the woman who was missing is going to talk to the man who was obsessed with her being missing. But, Grey's, "Where the heck is she going?" cracks me up. He full on turns around to see why Lucy would cut off a conversation with her Sergeant. Of course, it's Tim.

Officer Jan seems to know when to get out of the way of true love and excuses himself.

And Tim. Can't. Help. Himself.

Lucy is stunning in that green dress with the red lips, her hair pulled back, but still flowing, and that slit. Girlfriend understood the assignment and showed up to the wedding in style.

Tim's eyes trace over her with an abandon we've rarely seen from him. He's not over-thinking this moment. He's not in work-mode. It's very rare, at this point, that we see him and Lucy outside the structure of their status as Officers.

But here, in the ambiance of romance, Tim Bradford checks Lucy Chen out.

"Nice suit. Nova would be impressed." "Nova was a little thirsty." "I like to think of her as assertive." "Mm."

Flirty Banter Alert. Folks, we have flirty banter. And Tim smiling at her!? This scene took me out the first time I watched it. Because Tim's not a smiley person by default. He's a bit broody, grumpy, gruff, and non-plussed. And that's fine.

But there are situations that make him smile, and I love that Lucy Chen flirting with him is now on the list.

"First solo op and you take down two major drug traffickers. Not bad." "Thank you."

That's a huge compliment from Tim. And that's what Lucy wanted. Her little Praise Kink wanted to hear what Tim had to say, and she hoped it would be good. Lucy turns to walk away, but even as she's moving away from him, his mind is stuck on her.

You can see the wheels turning in his mind. He just spent the entire night looking for this woman, worried out of his mind for her. He hasn't felt that kind of attachment in a really long time, and something in him is seizing this moment.

And you know the circumstances are just right. Lucy made it through the night, proved her badass self, and now she's wearing that stunning dress and she's a few feet away from him. He doesn't want her that far away.

"Hey Chen." "Yeah?"

Lucy looks back, with zero expectations.

"Save me a dance."

He says it as he walks away to join another conversation. Because he's not ready to fully face what he feels, yet, but he also wants to make sure he doesn't miss this moment.

Saying it on the move means he doesn't have to watch her face to see how it registers... He's not ready to see her response, but he somehow knows it will be "yes".

And look at Lucy Chen. He's still framed in the shot, which I find fascinating. Like, what was the mentality behind it? To show he's not really that far away? Not really that unattainable? Just out of reach?

Lucy nearly twirls with the impact of those words. They stir something in her akin to her Praise Kink, which I really think also ties into her Tim Kink.

Because, come on, there's been something between them for ages. Like, they could have had angry sex and it been fiery and explosive but that flame never matured to a stable fire—one to be fed by love and dedication to one another.

They're not there, yet. But in the beauty of the wedding setting, Tim Bradford asked Lucy Chen to dance. And that can never be taken back. It's a part of their story forever, now. The veils over Tim's heart started to come down just enough to let a little light in.

Life and Death

"I almost got us all killed." "That trip wire was nearly invisible. I only saw it because I had the right angle." "That's not the point. I should have known to look." "Well that sounds like a failure in training. Perhaps you should bring it up with Tim." "Can you imagine?"

Let's be real... Lucy's best friend was killed. They were just at Lopez's wedding waiting for her to walk down the aisle, and now she's missing. Lucy's beating herself up for not being perfect, and the way Nolan tries to cheer her up is by ragging on Tim.

And, come on, we know they've done enough of that over the years. To Nolan's credit, he's trying to get her to chuckle, at the very least, and stop being so hard on herself.

And, no, I'm not addressing N*cy. Not ever. But they make good friends.

"I can't go back to the apartment. his empty room." "You don't have to. You can stay with me." "I don't want to impose." "No. Lucy, you shouldn't be alone right now." "Thanks." "Yeah."

"Lucy". Not "Chen". Lucy. At this stage, he doesn't address her as Lucy, often. But right now, they're all vulnerable and exposed.

Just a few days ago he was worried sick about Lucy. They got her back and had the emotional high of that combined with the euphoria of a wedding... only to be tossed back into uncertainty and heartache with the loss of Jackson and Angela's abduction.

Emotions are running high for all of them. And sometimes that necessitates stripping away formalities for the sake of survival.

Tim of a few years ago wouldn't have extended this to Lucy. But he knows her, now. She's a friend. She's someone who he cares about who is hurting. And he won't let her go through it alone.

That says so much about Tim Bradford. About how he can be so rough around the edges and yet so soft for those who he cares about.

"I'll take the couch." "Wait, I thought you were setting that up for me."

Lucy. In. Tim's. Clothes. I mean, we've seen her sleeping before and her shirt sleeves are nowhere NEAR that roomy. This implies she rode with him to his place, and that they didn't bother stopping by hers.

I know there's nothing sexual about it, at this point, but it's still so incredibly metaphorical. He's letting her into his world. Because, damnit, this former Rookie is already under his skin... even if he's not ready to face it, yet.

And she's wearing the moonstone ring. It was hers and now it's strangely theirs. She wore it. He found it. He carried it. And now she wears it, again. It's traveled with both of them, and its history is all the more complex for it.

"I'm not gonna have a guest sleep on the couch." "And I'm not gonna kick you out of your own bed. Come on. Get up."

First off, I love that Tim admits to thinking of Lucy as a "guest". This isn't a work-thing in any way. This is a friend thing. He's being here for her emotionally as a friend. Not so long ago, Tim would have denied the moniker, but there's no denying it, now. "We're friends".

Tim doesn't fight her any further. After all, he's doing all this to try to be there for her, to support her. They're friends. We saw how far he'd go for Lopez to make sure she had a dream wedding. And with this act of love, we can see he's done pretending Lucy is nothing more than his former-Boot.

"Um... do you need anything?"

Have you ever seen Sense & Sensibility with Emma Thompson? The late, great Alan Rickman's character, Colonel Brandon, is aching when the girl of his dreams, Kate Winslet's character, is ill. He asks for an occupation... for something he can do. And I feel like Tim is a kindred spirit.

When Lucy was taken in DOD, he couldn't sit still. He needed to do something. He's helping her now because he needs to give her more than words. He's more of a "show" guy, remember? He's showing Lucy that he cares, and he wants to make sure he gives her what she needs.

"The last 24 hours back?"

Ah. Another post-DOD parallel. Because Lucy's still looking for her time machine. This time, Tim feels less responsible for her pain... but he still would do anything to stop it.

"I'm afraid I don't have that power." "A hug?"

It's a long shot, asking Tim Bradford for a hug. At least, that's what Lucy thinks. But Tim Bradford would do anything to ease her pain. "Give me an occupation", his heart cries.

"Yeah, come here."

He crosses to her and pulls her close. Lucy sniffles as she leans against him, and his hand briefly goes to her hair, as it did in DOD when he first held her on the ground as she sobbed.

It's the first time since then that they've been this close. It's a terrible, sad reason, again, that brings them together. But proximity makes it harder to ignore the growing gravitational pull.

"It's okay." "Thanks."

He pulls away from her, not letting it linger. His eyes go back to the couch, where he was ready to sleep for the night. But it's his hands that have my attention.

His right hand gives her left forearm a gentle squeeze of encouragement. And his left rubs up and down her right. The short embrace is lingering. He doesn't want to stop touching her.

And this isn't the passion of two people looking at one another and thinking, "The one." There's a raw need here to feel something other than the heartache and pain.

Holding her in his arms, he feels it. That all he has to do is not break away to feel something completely different, and for her to feel it, too.

He looks down to her and sees this beautiful, vulnerable woman in his arms. There's a charge that passes between them as her eyes flick up to meet his. There's an openness there, on her part, looking for some comfort.

That's why she asked for the hug, right? Physical comfort. But there's something else now that's pulling him toward her as much as he's tearing himself away. Because he would never take advantage.

Lucy is hurting. Her best friend is dead. And no matter what Tim is feeling in this moment, he's not going to make a move. The last thing he wants to do is take advantage of someone who is hurting.

With a quick glance at her lips, he removes himself from the situation. And that's when Lucy realizes why.

Besides asking her to dance a few days ago, Lucy has no reason to think that Tim would have any interest in her. She hasn't seen the way he worries when she isn't there. She hasn't seen how his face softens when he asks others how she's doing. She hasn't seen him wrestling with what he feels for his former Rookie.

This is the first time she's seen it. He was right there holding her one moment, and with the briefest charge, he retreated. Yes, he did the right thing. But he left Lucy Chen standing there, speechless.

Did she imagine it?

Tim goes to his room and closes the door. He lays down on the bed he turned down for Lucy. I mean, come on, that's such amazing care! It looks like this is his side of the bed (closest to the door in case of emergency, furthest from the window), and he was giving it to her.

He lies down and tries to clear his head of the woman on the other side of the door.

Lucy heads for the couch, but her eyes trail back to his door. She didn't imagine it. Look, Lucy is confident in herself, sexually, and Comfort Coitus is not out-of-the-question for her. It would feel good to feel good.

And the bonus is that maybe it would allow her to explore whatever there is between her and Tim. Because even though neither of them would put a name to it, at this point, there's something there.

Tim closes his eyes, but opens them, again. Because when his eyes close, he sees her. His gaze trails back to the door. Because he's second-guessing himself. Maybe she would want it, too. Maybe he should have asked. Maybe he shouldn't have been so hasty.

And Lucy's on the couch looking back at that door. Because the more she lies there, the more she thinks about what it would be like to be with Tim Bradford. And if he's willing to be with her, too, why the hell not?

Tim looks away from the door and pumps his pillow up behind him, as if that minor adjustment will adjust his thoughts away from the gorgeous woman on his couch. He looks almost disappointed in himself. "What are you thinking?" Because Tim Bradford isn't ready for this, yet.

Would it be awesome sex? Hell, yeah. Would it be the best foundation for a relationship? No. There's still so much for these characters to unpack on their own and together. For Chenford to really work, it has to happen at a time when they're both emotionally healthy enough for it to work. We're not there, yet.

But, damn, Lucy wants to be. She finally can't take it anymore and throws off the blanket. She stands, taking her first steps towards Tim's bedroom. It's a risk, sure, but in this moment, she's willing to take it.

And, remember, I said all of this is a combination of the perfect circumstances to bring them here. Separated from the moment, she'll second-guess it as much as he'll try to deny it to himself. But in this moment, Lucy Chen makes a bold move.

Just in time for Tim to walk out the door on the phone with answers. Lucy tries to hide that she was on his way to him because the moment has passed. For him to see her on her feet now would be embarrassing and awkward, right?

"We'll be right there."

This implies others know that Lucy came home with him tonight. And because they all know Tim so well, they wouldn't even suspect that something might've happened between them. Tim's wounds from Isabelle haven't yet healed, and he'd be a fool to fall for another UC, right? Right!?

Yeah, boy's already falling... but he's not ready to face it, yet. And now there's no room to discuss what might have been because they're both focused on the task at hand—saving Angela.

"What about Max?" "Who the hell's Max?"

Look, this isn't Chenford, but this is one of those general appreciations of Eric Winter because Tim always reacts. Even when he's in a group of people, Tim reacts.

You might say, "Well, duh, people react". But some actors almost pull back on their characters when they're not the center of attention. When the camera is capturing him, Eric Winter is Tim Bradford. The man acts with his entire body, all the way through his fingers.

So, if you happen to watch this scene, watch Tim's face after that last line there. It sends me rolling, and it's nice to have a smile in the middle of a heavy episode.

"Did you get her?" "No."

There is something poetic about Tim calling her right at the moment she was ready to fall apart. Now she has a task... an occupation... something to busy her mind.

"We're going to Plan B." "I don't like Plan B." "Join the club. It's what we've got."

Lucy gets set up while the others get ready on their end.

TIM

Look, I don't know if this was a mistake or if Lucy goes back and forth on what she has on her phone for him, but right now, it says "TIM" when he calls. And that makes me feel all sorts of things in the context of this episode for Chenford.

"Tim? Please be careful."

"Because I can't lose anyone else." A wall has come down between them that they can never erect (heh), again. No, they didn't sleep together. But Tim let her into his world. He let her into his home. His clothes. His arms.

And that brings them that much closer to one another.

"I always am."

Nyla, my apologies that you're the one to have to witness all this Chenford goodness the past two episodes. Like, this seriously sounds like a sign-off between a worried wife and a man confident in his abilities.

Tim and Lucy at the Party

Look, I know it's little, but I love the touch that three months later, when we see them outside of work, he's still standing by her side.

This episode is a real catalyst, I think, for so much of what happens in S4 between these two.

FAST FORWARD: Tim dates a short-haired blonde girl who is nothing like Lucy all season and is awkward and embarrassed when Lucy finds out about her (via him arguing with his sister). Come on. Tell me that man wasn't running from his feelings for Lucy! And that hug later in the season wouldn't have been possible without this one. It all starts here.

As always, thank you for reading! If you have a request, please leave it in the comments and I'll take it under consideration! I really love writing these.

On a day like today when I've been in constant pain, it's been a grand distraction when I wasn't helping with Pinewood Derby cars, jumping on the trampoline, playing "telephone" with the kids, patty-cake, movie night, getting poster supplies for Student Council, and paying bills. Typical Saturday around here! May yours be a joy.

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First Time for Everything

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: E

Pairing: Spangel

Word Count 1957

Warnings: PWP, porn with feelings, rimming, anal, slight nipple play/kink, coming untouched, multiple orgasms, come as lube, bottom!Angel, dirty talk

Summary: Spike learns Angel’s never been rimmed before, decides to do something about it.

A/N: Prompted by @impala-dreamer  

Squares Filled: Anal and Multiple orgasms for @kinkybingocard​ 

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"You mean you never…?" Spike sat back on his heels, his head tilted in surprised confusion.

"No, Spike."

"But you've done it to me plenty. Christ, pet, you should've said somethin'. I'd 'ave done it for ya in a second; always love a chance at playin' with your pretty arse."

As if to prove his point, Spike slid his hand down to cup Angel's backside, slipping a slim finger between his cheeks to brush over the hidden pucker. Angel squirmed with a soft hiss of breath, his cock still heavy with need and pulsing at the sudden change in direction of events.

"I don't know, Spike…when I do it to you, it's always without thought. In the heat of the moment, you know? I just...I don't think I'd be able to get into it. The thought of your face, your tongue, there…it just seems unsanitary. And, yes, I know we don't shit, and we hardly sweat, but…"

Spike slid back onto the bed beside Angel, leaning in for a slow, tender kiss. His own cock was leaking at just the thought of what he was trying to convince the older vampire into.

"Look, luv, just gimme a chance to show you, yeah? You never know until you try. If you really don't like it, I'll stop, 'k?" He leaned back down and whispered into Angel's ear, letting his tongue trace softly over the shell of it. "Still gonna fuck you after, though."

Mollified by the kiss and slightly dumbstruck by the hungry look on Spike's face, Angel relented. 

"...fine. Can't be worse than some of the torture I endured in hell."

"Now, what kinda attitude is that to start off a great new sexual experience? C'mon, Angel, turn over for me, there's a luv." Spike maneuvered himself between Angel's legs as the brunette pulled himself up onto his hands and knees. "Relax, Peaches, gonna make it good for ya."

As Angel lowered his head to the pillows, his ass lifting up into the air, presenting himself, Spike smoothed his hands up over the back of his thighs, as though soothing the flanks of a spooked horse. 

"Fuck, you make a gorgeous sight like this, luv. Always do. Gonna take good care of you, Angel, show you how good it feels."

Angel let his breath out in a sound that was part sigh, part moan, Spike's lust-rough voice and caring words melting away some of his tension as the blonde slowly spread his cheeks apart. Whatever his outward treatment of the younger vampire in front of everyone else might suggest, he knew it was safe to lower his guard with him. Had, in fact, never really stopped trusting him completely, even when they were the bitterest of enemies. Spike had always been the only one he had wholly entrusted himself to, the only one he would show this part of his nature to. 

Spike groaned softly as he watched Angel sink further into the mattress as his self-consciousness dissipated, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he mourned all the many moments like this lost to decades of feigned animosity. Who had his sire been able to confide in enough to be seen like this when they were apart? Had there been anyone? Wesley, perhaps, would be the most likely candidate, if there had been any moments of surrender, but somehow, he thought not. Angelus always had kept matters of his sexual inclinations close to the vest, and he thought it unlikely the uptight, too proper-for-his-own-good ex-Watcher would have prodded very deeply into the more private aspects of Angel's life.

When Angel was as relaxed as he ever was pre-climax, Spike lowered his head to lick one quick stripe over the revealed pucker, smirking at the quiet hiss of surprise and blowing cool breath over the trail of saliva. Just that too-brief taste of clean, cool flesh and musky arousal made his cock throb painfully with need and he knew it was going to be no small task to keep himself from coming before he'd even worked so much as a finger into the brunette.

"Wan' more, luv, or you wanna stop?"

"Y-yeah", Angel breathed out wondrously, his hips pushing back minutely in invitation, "more. Show me what you feel, Spike, when I do this to you."

With a pleased, hungry growl, Spike lowered his face back to the spread cleft of Angel's ass, this time trailing his tongue up from his perineum, over the clenching furl of muscle, and up to the slight indent at the small of his back.

"Fuck", Angel's voice was a raspy gasp of surprise, his body bucking forward instinctively at the sensation before nudging back towards Spike's mouth, and Spike let out an appreciative murmur at the instinctive response, laving his tongue back down. "Oh, God, yesss."

Spike let his hands relax their grip where they were spreading Angel's ass open to his ministrations, sliding them along the curve of the taut globes and up to his hips, fingers digging in slightly and tugging him gently back as he pressed his face further into the shadowed crevice. He let his senses fill with the taste and scent of the older vampire, darkly masculine and musky, like churned earth after a storm, just as potent as the blood that ran sluggishly beneath his skin. Rich and powerful and heady, and he wanted to burrow into it, immerse himself in that scent and take it with him. Why had he never suggested this before when he'd topped the brunette? 

As his tongue pressed into the slowly relaxing opening, he fought back the urge to shift into game face and drink from that most private of places. His cock was heavy between his legs, jolting with desire as he licked into Angel, aching to sink into the tight hole currently clenching around his tongue. 

“Spike, oh, fuck", Angel moaned, pushing back as much as he could against the fingers gripping his hips. He shouldn't have been surprised by how good it felt, the sounds that streamed from Spike's lips when he did it to him were evidence enough of the pleasure to be had from the act. But this was just so much more intimate than anything the blonde had done to him before. He felt Spike's tongue push further into him, felt his nose pressing against thin skin, and let out a small yelp of pleasure as he felt that thick muscle press against his prostate. "Oh, God! Shit, Will, knew that tongue was talented, but Jesus, - yeah, right there - never thought it could feel better than when you suck my - fuck, don't stop, Spike - dick."

Spike growled against Angel's skin at the rambling words of pleasure, fucking his tongue in and out of the twitching hole, nudging the tip against the fleshy little nub on each instroke. He reached blindly between Angel’s legs, brushing his fingers over his full sac teasingly before wrapping around the stiff cock that was already curving up towards his stomach, the thick length sticky with pre-cum. 

“Oh, God, yeah!” Angel thrust forward into the slender hand stroking his aching cock, the dual sensations driving him closer to climax. “Fuck, Spike, not gonna last long like this."

Spike lifted his face away just enough to speak.

"S'alright, luv. Wanna feel you cum for me. Feel that sweet arse clamping down on my tongue as you mess the sheets. Gonna fuck you so good after, pet."

He stabbed his tongue back into the saliva-slick hole, speeding his hand along Angel’s throbbing cock as he urged him over the edge. A muffled shout, and Spike felt Angel go rigid, his cock pulsing in his hand, hole contracting around the intruding muscle as he came hard, soaking the sheets and the hand working him through the fierce orgasm. Spike pulled away before Angel had even stopped shuddering, kneeling up and maneuvering the brunette onto his hands and knees. 

"Bloody hell, luv," Spike groaned as he slicked up his ruddy length with the spend coating his fingers, "need you."

He pushed the head of his cock against the furled ring of muscle, fingers digging into Angel's thighs to keep him from pulling away from intrusion as he eased into the barely-prepped passage. 

"Can't wait, pet, got me too hot, you did. Let me in, Angel, c'mon, push back on me."

Angel growled out against the burn of the stretch, his cock still half-hard and refilling quickly, and bucked back on Spike's shaft, hand reaching behind him to grip at cool flesh. He was still swimming on a wave of endorphins, the scent of Spike’s arousal, and the revelation of newly discovered pleasure, and he knew it wouldn't take much to bring him to another climax. 

"Fuck me, Spike, hard." Angel pulled Spike forward harshly, letting out a loud moan as the thick cock speared into him. He wanted to feel the blonde filling him up, leaving his hole aching and dripping as they fell asleep wrapped around each other, and he knew just to get him there. His boy was nothing if not a goner for the sound of his voice uttering praise and filth. "Come on, Will, split me open, baby. Wanna cum on your perfect dick."

"Shite, Angel, yeah, keep talkin' dirty for me, luv. God, I love this tight arse, gonna fill you to burstin', pet."

Angel met each of Spike's punishing thrusts, rising up onto his knees and twisting his head around to capture his mouth as his arm slid up his chest, nails scraping over a taut nipple. The change in angle had Spike’s cock sliding over his prostate on every short, sharp thrust.

“Jesus Christ, yeah”, Angel keened, pulling away from the kiss, panting. "So fucking good, Spike, love the way you feel inside me, love feeling your cock splitting me in two. God, I'm so close, Will, make me cum. Wanna feel you fill me up, Jesus, fuck! Please!"

"Fuck, squeeze my cock again, luv - oh, yeah, just like that. Christ, Angel, so bloody perfect, you are. Love you so fuckin' much, Sire. Gonna cum, pet…"

"Do it, Will. God, I love you, too, little one."

Spike let out a roar, thrusting into Angel one last time as he hurtled over the edge into one of the most intense climaxes he'd ever had. Being given another of Angel's firsts had had a more extreme effect on him than he'd even realized, leaving him heady with its significance. 

Feeling Spike's cock pulsing inside him, Angel cried out, following him into his second orgasm, his cool seed spurting up from his cock to rain down on his chest and the already soiled sheets in thick drops. He slumped back against Spike's chest, letting his muscled frame support him as a post-orgasmic haze settled over him. 

Spike nuzzled into Angel's neck as they came down from their hormone high, letting his spent cock slip from the slick hole. He eased the older vampire back down to the mattress, turning out the light before snuggling up alongside him. As he pulled the sheets up over both of them, Angel wound his sleep-heavy limbs around him, pulling him close, a soft purr rumbling in his chest.

"That good, eh, luv?"

"Mm. Revelatory." Angel nuzzled into Spike's neck, blunt teeth biting teasingly into his skin. His ass throbbed pleasantly, and he could feel a cool, slick trail sliding down his thigh as Spike's cum trickled out sluggishly. Sated, content, but not perfectly happy. "Still wanna fuck you, though. Don't think this change in plans made me forget about what I was going to do to you."

"Wouldn't dream of it, pet. Sleep first, though. Bit shagged out at the mo'."

~~~~~

All Things Spike: @leatafandom

[freewillacquired]

Nemesis really liked Sara already. She understood exactly why he used humor in a time like this, and didn't find it offensive or him insensitive for doing so. So many times in his life, Nemesis had cracked jokes and people had gotten annoyed with him for having done so at a time like this. The irony was that he'd always thought times of great pain and sadness were the best times for humor, because that's when people needed relief and distraction the most. Providing that for others during hard times was something that not only kept him distracted from those hardships himself, but also made him feel really good about himself.

"I'n not sure... you want... to cozy ut to ne... any-way," he said, looking down at himself. "There's a lot... oth nu-ta-ted... gross-ness... go-ing on here," he said. Sure he was being funny at his own expense, but it was true. Why would anybody want to get up close to him? Sara really didn't seem to mind his appearance, though, and that was something that confused the hell out of him. It was nice, though, to feel normal around someone for a change.

"Yeah..." Nemesis said sadly, thinking of Rain and everyone else who had been lost. "Sone-tines... I think... dy-ing... would hath deen... easier," he admitted. Certainly it would have been easier than what he'd gone through, but he also meant in terms of losing people he cared about. Matt didn't deal well with loss. He still hadn't had a proper chance to process Lisa's death. Growing up, he and his sister had been very close. Losing her was a blow to his mental health every bit as much as all the experiments were.

"O-kay. Suit your-selth," he said with a shrug. As long as she knew he didn't mind carrying her at any time, Nemesis left her to make her own decisions. Once they'd heard noises, however, a part of him wished she was on his back just in case they had to get out of there fast.

The clacking of claws and the vibrations of something big coming their way had Nemesis on edge. His tentacles flailed wildly, some of them seeming to poise themselves for attack. When the creature finally revealed itself from around an upcoming bend in the sewer tunnel, Nemesis realized why. He'd remembered hearing about these creatures in the laboratory where he was experimented on, and images of them had been sometimes displayed on computer screens he could see from his operating table. They were called hunters, and they were vicious beasts. Apparently some had escaped into the sewers, probably because the laboratory's security was compromised with the outbreak going on.

Nemesis growled instinctively at the sight of the hunter, which in turn growled back. Nemesis' growl became a full roar as he took a few steps forward, the pointed tips of all his tentacles all trained on the creature.

Down in a pouncing position, the hunter was eager but still hesitated. Nemesis was a formidable foe. Was it worth going through him to get to the tasty human behind him?

Wanting to keep distance between Sara and the hunter, Nemesis stomped forward, hoping she knew well enough to stay behind. The hunter charged in response, and as it leapt onto him, Nemesis' tentacles skewered the creature with the swiftness and savagery of multiple javelins stabbing at once. The hunter's claws sunk into Nemesis' hide and the two grappled for a short while.

Damaging the brain was probably the best way to kill this creature, Nemesis assumed, so he began punching the hunter in the head with his strong, powerful fists. The first few didn't seem to deter it, but when he felt bone cracking and landed a few more blows into softer tissue, he felt the creature go slack. Pulling out from underneath the heavy beast, Nemesis kept beating it in the head until he was sure it was dead.

"Ew..." he said, looking at all the blood on his fists and arms. Going to a flow of stormwater nearby, he washed up a bit. "This isn't good..." he said to Sara. "That thing... was an ex-te-ri-nent too. There could de... nore a-around here," he warned.

“Well aren’t you a big boy? Are you alone? Or should I be looking out for more soldiers?” (Sara; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

Was she talking to him? Nemesis slowly turned to look over one shoulder, and then the other. Yeah, I think she is talking to me! Wasn't she scared shitless? He was. Not of the undead, but of what he had become. After being caught in a small explosion, Nemesis suddenly found that his mental tether to Umbrella had been severed. He could make his own decisions, disobey orders all he wanted, and more importantly... he knew who he was now. His name was Matt Addison, and he hated the Umbrella Corporation with a passion.

"I'n a-lone. Thor now, at least," he said, hating his deep, growling voice. He sounded viciously homicidal no matter how he tried to speak. "Do you need helt? We hath... to leathe... the city. They're go-ing... to de-stroy it soon." Hey, if she wanted his help then great, wonderful. It was one person he could save. And that meant a lot to him after he'd screwed up so badly and inadvertently helped the virus escape into the general public...

[s0dium]

He's Toxic

Ex!Gojo x Reader

Summary: In which you cant get your mind off of your abusive toxic ex, Gojo Satoru

Warnings: Blow jobs, cum eating, choking, dubcon

Its toxic. 

You know it's toxic, even dangerous. 

And it's not that ‘all in your head crap.’ Your friends tell you everyday that your relationship with him is not normal, your parents even banned him from coming to the house, hell, the cops that were called on you and him by your neighbors is proof that what you and he have, is toxic.

And yet, you can't help but be plagued by him. It's all there is in your mind. 

Gojo, Gojo, Gojo.  

How many times have you blocked and unblocked him, what, at least 6? Its like nothing satisfies you anymore. No matter the abundance of men you sleep through, drugs you take, alcohol you drink, all your mind seems to want to stick to is Gojo.

~

3 Text Message from Gojo

I'm drunk

Come here

*Location

You stare at your phone before letting out a sigh and grabbing the half empty bottle of beer by your bed and downing the rest. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on the dresser and shuddered. Dark circles resided under your eyes and your hair was so messy it was practically sticking up. There was no use in fighting it anymore, of course you were gonna go. Your oversized t-shirt slipped off your shoulder, revealing a medium sized scar. 

You see this baby? Its a sign that your mine, I own this body princess. 

You shuddered at the memory that echoed in your ear. The worst part? He was right, every word. 

Well if you're gonna see him you might as well go all out. 

~

You could feel the eyes of men on you as you walked into the night club. And who could blame them? You made sure to wear your most revealing black dress, one that shaped your curves and executed your cleavage. Purple and pink neon fluorescent lights illuminated the place as you shifted by the people dancing and drinking. You could hear the muffled sound of music playing throughout the club, the slow rhythm practically vibrating the room.

“Hey” 

You turn around to see Shoko standing behind you, a cigarette in between her lips and a sullen look in her eyes. “He’s in there.” She points to one of the VIP rooms and you nod a thanks before you feel a hand grab yours. 

“Y/n….. you know you dont have to keep doing this right?.” Her facial expressions seem sad, sympathetic, making you grimace before embracing your best friend. Then you pull apart, giving her a soft smile. 

“I know.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.  You turn around and you can tell that she is watching as you open the door to the VIP room. 

When the door shuts, so does a majority of the sound from the outside is left behind leaving the muffled sound of music. The room was lit in a purple hue of lights and surrounding the table covered in bottles of alcohol was a large couch. Your eyes travel to the figure in the middle of the couch, sitting legs spread, head thrown back so you can see his Adam’s apple. Without even looking at you he beckons you with his hand and you walk forward until you're standing next to him. Slowly he looks up, cocking his head to the side with a smirk on his face. You can see his sapphire eyes that glint from behind his circular sunglasses.

“Come here.” He grabs the back of your head and guides your mouth to his, enrapturing you in a kiss. It’s slow, messy, almost desperate. 

“Missed you baby.” He mumbles and you hum, snaking a hand into his white hair and tangling your fingers in the soft tufts. When you break away a string of spit connects your mouths and your left panting. 

“On your knees.” 

You clench your jaw and do what he says. The floor feels cool on your knees and you gaze through watch full eyes as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out a fully hard dick. Saliva pools in the back of your mouth as you wrap your hands around his shaft. You tilt your head to lick a fat strip up the underside of his dick before pressing a kiss on the red tip and slowly taking his length into your wet mouth. You move your head to swallow as much as his length as you could and for what you couldn’t, you started to Jack off with your hand. You begin to bob your head  up and down, looking up at him with watery dough eyes that make Gojo shudder.

“So good for me….” He groans. Gojos eyes start to become half lidded, mouth slightly open, his breath starting to become irregular. You reach between his thighs to stroke his balls, knowing what he likes the most, and a loud moan echos through the room. It makes you eager, sucking him harder, wanting to hear more of those sounds coming from him. Suddenly he grabs the back of your head and forces your face all the way down so your nose is buried in his happy trail. The tip of his dick hits the back of your throat making you gab violently, and you claw at his thighs to get you to breathe to no avail. 

“Just breath through your nose darling, you can take it.” He chuckles before brutally thrusting into your mouth. Fat tears poured down your face, messing up your mascara and blurring your vision. You hated this. You hated how he’d use you and then throw you away. You wanted to go home so badly but at the same time you wanted to be needed more than anything. 

“Oh fuck I’m close.”

The grip in your hair was becoming tighter with every thrust into your tight channel, but he didn’t care. His skin was practically buzzing from the mixture of alcohol, drugs, and onslaught of pleasure. 

“Oh fu-”

His hips stilled and you winced when you felt hot thick liquid hit the back of your mouth and slide down your throat. You swallow thickly, opening your mouth to show that nothing was left making him smile. 

“Good girl, such a good girl, you know I love you right?.” 

You nod as he wipes the tears from your eyes, the heat of his hand making you nestle into him. 

“Love you too.” 

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hiii I love your work so much it’s so good

Character: Daryl

Prompts:

It would be better if you stayed away from me.

If I ask you to kiss me, to be with me, in front of all these people, will you do it?

I hate the way that I don’t hate you and I so desperately want to

Scenario: Ex partner 

Man I love this combination of prompts! This one's angst is way more like undertone rather than heartbreak, but there's definitely a sense of like bittersweet angst, ya feel me? This is just where my mind went.

It must be difficult for him to watch the other men of Alexandria interact with me, briefly touching my shoulder, giving me eyes that only he had for me for so long.

It's painful that we've been apart from each other for so long but it was for the best, needing to not rely so much on each other if we were to stay alive. We realized that it would be best if the friendship was still there but not so much the dependence and anxiety.

But even though we're not together anymore, I still hold the same dependence and anxiety in my mind and heart towards him. I worry daily that he'll find someone new, someone that'll suit him better and make him feel secure, not so worried.

It would be selfish of the both of us to want each other to just stay alone if we're not meant to be together but there's definitely a mutual feeling of still belonging to each other even though it's not wise to be involved in the ways we used to.

He's always said it complicates things.

But jealousy is possibly the most complicated emotion to have and, based on the daggers that Daryl has been sending in Spencer's direction from across the room, I can tell it's been eating him up inside, so much that he's squirming in his shoes.

So it wasn't a complete shock when he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me outside to sit against the front railing, just looking at me in the dim light coming from the moon. I don't ask him what's wrong, I know what's wrong, but I can tell there's something on his mind as he bites anxiously at the inside of his cheek.

"Why don't you look at me anymore?" He asks hesitantly, a hint of sadness to his voice as I blow out a breath, debating on telling him the truth or to beat around the bush like we normally do.

"I hate the way that I don’t hate you and I so desperately want to." I confess, my gaze dipping to the floor as he moves shamelessly closer to me, his fingers barely brushing mine on the railing.

"Would it be easier for you to?" He asks and my brows furrow and I give him a brief confused shake of my head. "To hate me?"

"Yeah." I respond almost immediately with a small, sad laugh, catching his glance for a moment as the silence and the crickets consume us. I bite at my lip as my heart pounds against my chest, the words on the tip of my tongue so desperately wanting to slip out without my permission. "If I ask you to kiss me, to be with me, in front of all these people, will you do it?" He looks taken back at first, a small, shy smile spreading across his lips as he turns to look back at the booming group through the window.

"This ain't real, sweetheart." He whispers, the name making my stomach swirl in anxious, giddy butterflies. "They're blind to all the shit going on out there. It's not a good idea." He sighs, almost looking as if the words cause him genuine pain and my heart cracks as he takes a step away from me, the distance making my stomach drop.

"Then maybe it would be better if you stayed away from me." I whisper, feeling rejected once again and he shakes his head with soft, sorry eyes.

"Can't. You know that."

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[sluttywonwoo]

adante, andante || j.ww x reader

Summary: when in greece… you lose your virginity to your best friend?? that’s how the saying goes, right??? (based off of the song andante, andante from mamma mia! here we go again)

Warnings: swearing, smut

Word Count: 3.1k

Masterlist

Waves lapped at the side of the boat gently as it rocked on the salty Mediterranean Sea, tugging at its anchor deep below the surface. The blazing sun was warming everything it touched, you included, and if it wasn’t for what was happening on top of the boat right now it probably would have lulled you to sleep a long time ago.

Wonwoo was laying in between your legs, leaving wistful kisses along your neck and collarbone. You moaned lowly and turned your head to the side to give him more access as he continued to explore your body with his mouth and hands. He pulled at your bikini straps with his teeth playfully as you tangled your hands in his still-damp curls.

“Wonwoo,” you panted breathlessly, not wanting to stop but knowing you had to.

“Hm?” He looked up eagerly, lips pinker than usual, warm brown eyes darker than you’d ever seen them.

“I- you know I’m a virgin, right?”

Your best friend swallowed and then nodded hesitantly. “Shit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… I should’ve realized.”

You weren’t quite sure what to say. “I, um, just thought you should know.”

He nodded again and wiped his hands on his swim trunks nervously. “Yeah, no thanks for telling me. I was being stupid I shouldn’t have-“

“No, I liked it,” you blurted, perhaps a little too quickly.

Wonwoo chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, looking you up and down. You noted with a hint of a smile how even though his hair was wet, curls still stuck out in the back.

“I liked it too.”

“We… don’t have to stop,” you said softly.

Wonwoo raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise at the offer. “Are you sure?”

“Only if you want to.”

His eyes darkened and he grinned, suddenly much more confident than he had been a few moments ago.  “Oh, I want to.”

You smiled and lounged back on the deck as he leaned forward over you and pressed his lips to yours once again. He tasted like salt and champagne, with just a hint of orange juice. An odd combination, but addicting nonetheless.

You wondered if the mimosas you had shared earlier lingered on your lips too, or if the salt water overpowered it and had erased any trace of the fruity drinks.

Wonwoo thrust his hips up against you ever so slightly and you whined into another kiss, silently begging him to do it again. It wasn’t much, but the tiny bit of friction the movement did offer was delicious and you needed more of it.

As if he could read your mind, he repeated the motion, deeper this time so that the two of you were flush against each other. The only thing that separated you for that brief moment was the fabric of your swimsuits.

You could feel him through his shorts, already half hard. You ached to touch him, to make him feel good, but nerves held you back. You’d never done any of this after all- well you’d tried blowing your ex-boyfriend once in a parking lot after a movie, but you choked. Literally. You had been completely unprepared and ended up nearly throwing up on his dick after going too far, too fast. After that, you swore you’d never try it ever again, but now your mouth was watering at the thought of having Wonwoo in your mouth. Still, you weren’t sure if you had the courage.

“Fuck.”

“What is it, love?” Wonwoo asked, lifting his head. His eyes still held that same intensity, but his expression betrayed a touch of concern.

“Keep doing that,” you gasped.

“What, this?” he asked and thrust toward you again.

“Yes.”

Wonwoo chuckled.

“What?”

“Nothing!”

“No, why are you laughing?” You pouted.

“Because we’re just- I mean we’re dry humping, essentially,” he explained. “You haven’t seen anything yet, baby.” He reached a hand behind your back and pulled the remaining string that was holding your bikini top up loose. “I mean, if I’m making you feel this good now, imagine what I can do when I’m actually touching you.”

Somewhere along the line your best friend’s goofy demeanor had fallen away and been replaced with this cocky attitude and you didn’t mind one bit.

You let the hand that was still holding your bikini to your chest fall to the side, and with it the top.

“Jesus Christ,” Wonwoo mumbled to himself as he stared.

You rolled your eyes. “C’mon, you’ve seen boobs before.”

“Not yours.”

You wanted to roll your eyes again, ask him how often that line worked on other girls, but truth be told it was working like a fucking charm on you. You had to look away and bite your lip to keep from smiling like an idiot.

Wonwoo reached out and trailed a finger down your now-exposed chest in awe. He brought his hand back up and ever so lightly brushed the tip of his thumb over one of your nipples, repeating the motion with more pressure when you moaned his name.

His breath caught in his throat as your nipples perked under his fingers, pinching them gently. He lowered his head down to your chest and replaced one of the hands on your tits with his mouth.

You whimpered and arched up toward him as he nipped at your sensitive skin with his teeth, sending tingles down your spine.

You had never been touched like this by anybody. You’d given yourself a hand (or rather, a couple of fingers) before, of course, but it was nothing compared to this.

Wonwoo’s hands traveled down to your waist where the hem of your bathing suit bottoms rested on your hips. He tugged at them impatiently.

“Lift up for me, baby,” he ordered softly.

You did as you were told and let him take them off. He twirled them around on a finger, smirking at you before tossing them off to the side.

“Idiot,” you scoffed.

“You know you love me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

He paused for a second, almost like he was surprised by your answer, but shook it off. His gaze traveled down your body to between your legs and locked there.

“Shit, y/n,” he gulped.

“What? What is it?” you asked nervously, hoping he wasn’t seeing something he didn’t like. Maybe not all pussies looked like that- but no, you’d watched porn before. That couldn’t be it. “Wonwoo?” you tried again, nudging him with your knee.

“Sorry.” He blinked and looked back up at you. “You just, you’re really…”

“Use your words, Wonwoo,” you teased.

“I really wanna taste you,” he admitted weakly, then cleared his throat to compose himself. “But we can do that another time. I don’t want to push you, especially since it’s your first time.”

You just nodded along as his words echoed in your head.

I really wanna taste you.

Another time.

He’d want to do this again? He’d want you again?

“I’m gonna start with two fingers, okay?”

Wonwoo’s voice snapped you out of your daze and you focused back in on him holding his middle and ring finger up for you to see.

“Okay.” Your voice wavered as you spoke.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised.

You stared at the clouds above you and took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You flinched when you felt him touch you for the first time. He froze and looked back up at your face to gauge your reaction.

“Sorry,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Don’t apologize,” he chuckled. “Fuck, y/n, you’re so wet,” he said and held up his hand so that you could see your own arousal glistening on his fingers in the sunlight.

You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment. “I’m sorry!”

“What did I just say about apologizing?” “S-” Wonwoo glared at you, knowing you were about to apologize for apologizing. “Force of habit,” you mumbled.

“Never apologize for being turned on. It’s hot,” he said and brought his fingers up to his mouth. You thought back to a few seconds ago when he said he was desperate to taste you and watched as he licked your wetness off of his hand. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“What did you just say about apologizing?” you mocked, unable to say anything else about the comment he just made.

He rolled his eyes at you like he always did, but positioned his hand at your entrance anyway. He leaned down to kiss you again as he finally slid the two fingers into you. You moaned in relief at the feeling.

Wonwoo kept his fingers in place, letting you adjust to having them inside of you. You kind of wanted him to keep them there forever, not moving, just like they were, but you knew he was getting impatient too.

You moved your hips a little, signaling him to move as well and he was happy to oblige. He went slow, like he had promised, moving his fingers in a “come hither” motion.

“Fuck,” you gasped and let your head fall back. “Fuck, Wonwoo, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please…” you trailed off, your thoughts too jumbled to form a coherent sentence.

Your best friend took mercy on you and curled his fingers up further, pushing into you all the way to his knuckles. You cried out when he brushed against your g-spot for the first time and clenched your hands by your sides, mumbling profanities under your breath.

He praised you as he helped you fall apart, your name tumbling from his lips followed by ‘good girl’.

His fingers were definitely bigger than yours, longer too, and you wondered to yourself why the two of you hadn’t started doing this earlier.

You opened your eyes briefly to look at his face, flushed pink, brows furrowed in concentration. His eyes were darker than you had ever seen them, nearly black like the sea at dusk, a striking antithesis to the dazzling blue ocean beneath you.

“Wonwoo, wait,” you panted and reached out for the hand that wasn’t currently inside of you.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, no it’s not that,” you stammered as you tried to catch your breath. “I just,” you paused, suddenly embarrassed. “I’m just close.”

“Oh.” His eyes widened with realization. “So did you want me to keep going or-”

You shook your head. “I want you.”

Wonwoo nodded, swallowed nervously, and pulled his fingers out of you slowly. He pushed himself up into a kneeling position and shimmied out of his swim shorts.

It was your turn to stare. You’d never seen your best friend naked before. To be fair, the boy was shirtless around you all the time, but that wasn’t the same as being butt-ass naked in front of you like he was now.

There were those butterflies again, fluttering around in your chest and stomach relentlessly. Something about the way Wonwoo was looking at you, something about the intimacy of the moment made your heart skip a beat.

You had never really let yourself think about how, uhm… well-off your best friend was, but now that his dick was literally staring you in the face you knew your estimate would have been way off anyway. Wonwoo always talked a big game, but you didn’t think he’d actually have the capability to back it up.

“My eyes are up here,” Wonwoo teased, making heat rush to your face. He lowered himself back over you with a smirk and pushed your hair out of your face delicately. “Are you sure about this?”

You nodded. “I’m sure if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure if you’re sure,” he repeated and grinned.

“Just do it already,” you groaned and rolled your eyes.

“Wow, so romantic,” he scoffed as he lined himself up. “Are you ready?”

You nodded again, suddenly overcome with nerves. You’d been doing so well, why were you freaking out now? You took a deep breath and reminded yourself that you trusted Wonwoo more than anyone you knew, he was your best friend and would never do anything to hurt you. You didn’t want to experience this with anyone else.

“I’m a little nervous,” you admitted. “Can you go slow?” Like before?

His eyes softened at your request and he nodded. “I’ll go as slow as you want, y/n. We can stop whenever. Just tell me what you need.”

You tensed, braced yourself for the stretch- for the pain you’d heard about all your life, but it never came. He pushed himself into you at an agonizing pace, pausing every inch or so to give you time to get used to the feeling. The sensation was new, but it wasn’t bad. Your body felt warm all over and the only way to describe what you were feeling was full.

Wonwoo’s head fell back and he cursed, hips jerking instinctively. You squeaked out a sound you didn’t know you were capable of making and laughed.

“Fuck, sorry,” he apologized.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said breathlessly, smiling up at your best friend reassuringly.

“You okay?”

“Never better.”

“Are you hurting?” he pressed, rubbing his thumb along your cheek.

“No, feels good.”

“You’ll tell me if it doesn’t, right?”

“Yes, Wonwoo,” you sighed impatiently. “Less talking, more fucking.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “As you wish.”

You groaned. “Don’t go all Princess Bride on me while we’re having sex, I’m already turned on enough.”

“Get used to disappointment.”

You pursed your lips and turned your head to the side to keep from laughing. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. He retaliated by leaning down and peppering kisses all over your face and neck, breaking your resolve.

“Okay, okay!” you cried.

“There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world,” he whispered in between kisses. “It would be a pity to damage yours.”

“You’re not even using context! How many fucking times have you seen this movie?”

He shrugged. “Too many to count.”

“Oh, so not very many then?”

“Fuck you!”

“You already are.”

“You get on my fucking nerves,” he growled.

“What are you gonna do about it?” you challenged, biting your bottom lip.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” He clenched his jaw and put a hand on your thigh to steady himself. “Are you good to keep going?”

“God, yes. Please move.”

“All you had to do was ask nicely, baby.”

Despite his cockiness he set a painstaking pace. He thrust into you gently, gauging your reaction each time. Lust and patience were both reflected in his eyes, wrestling for control. You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to. He was so fucking beautiful and he was yours, if but for a moment.

“Is this alright?” he asked in a strained voice.

You wanted to tell him to go faster, beg him to fuck you harder, but the words wouldn’t come. You were already too far gone to string together thoughts, let alone coherent sentences.

“Is that a yes?”

You managed to lift your arm and give him a thumbs up.

“I can slow down if you want,” he offered.

“No!” you choked out desperately.

“Do you want me… to go faster?”

“P-please.”

“Fuck, okay, I can do that,” he said, not sounding entirely confident about it.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled back as he gradually built momentum until he was just shy of railing you like a pornstar.  

“Fuck, y/n, your cunt is so goddamn tight.”

You thought you were going to have a stroke hearing the filthy words that were coming out of your best friend’s mouth, and felt yourself clench around his cock.

“Are you close?” Wonwoo panted as his thrusts started getting sloppier.

He obviously wanted you to finish first, but you could tell he was already teetering on the edge. His muscles were taut with restraint and sweat gathered on his brow as he concentrated on holding off.

With a shaky hand he used his thumb to massage your clit, applying just enough pressure to drive you crazy.

“Yes, yes, yes, Wonwoo, I’m so close- I’m-I’m gonna cum,” you whined, feeling yourself start to tip over the edge.

But just before you could, Wonwoo pulled out and finished on your stomach with a moan of your name as streaks of white painted your skin.

He looked so pretty getting off like that that you couldn’t even be mad. The way his whole body tensed in anticipation and his face scrunched up in pleasure, the way his mouth fell open and his bottom lip trembled as he lost himself … you’d be replaying the image in your head for days.

Wonwoo hadn’t even caught his breath before his attention was back on you. He used the same two fingers from before to replace his dick and curled them up towards your g-spot, hitting it over and over and over again until you were falling apart.

Your thighs tightened around Wonwoo’s arm as you came on his fingers and begged him not to stop.

When you came down from your high it took you a second just to remember your own name, not to mention where the fuck you were.

“I’m so sorry,” Wonwoo blurted out. “It was your first time you should’ve cum first, but then you said my name and I couldn’t-”

“Wonwoo, it’s fine,” you assured him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “It was perfect.”

“No it wasn’t! I wanted it to be special for you.”

“How many people get to lose their virginity on a boat in Greece to their best friend? Sounds pretty special to me.”

“I guess,” he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes. “If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll let you make me cum as many times as you want tonight.”

“You’ll have to be quiet,” he reminded you. “Do you think you can do that?”

You had almost forgotten about Jihoon, Seokmin, and your other friends waiting for you back at the resort. They had all made a last-minute decision not to do the boat trip, electing instead to spend the day by the pool. You and Wonwoo were the only ones too stubborn to cancel the reservation.

It made you wonder what would have happened if the others hadn’t stayed back. If you and Wonwoo weren’t alone on the boat, would you have ever slept together? Would another opportunity have come up, or would you have spent the rest of your life as best friends and nothing more? Were you anything more now?

“Do you think they’ll know?” you asked as pulled your bikini bottoms back on.

“That we slept together?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“If they don’t figure it out when we get back, I’m sure they’ll get the hint by tomorrow morning.”

“And why’s that?” You raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“Hotel walls are notoriously thin.”

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