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mochieekittenz · 1 month ago

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Hold Me After

cw: p*ssy eating, (not so) dry humping, thighf*cking

character(s): caleb x f!reader (smut)

aaaaand before we begin! thank you so much for all the love on my last Sylus post — your comments, reblogs, and general interactions absolutely made my week. You guys are insane in the best way, and I adore you for it!! <3 It makes me genuinely so happy seeing people enjoying my work because I try to put my everything in it

THIS FIC is brought to you by my sleep deprivation and the ghost of my dignity. Warning! This is 90% my Caleb obsession and 10% me desperately trying to keep up. I take no refunds. Proceed with caution and enjoy! :>

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𝓘t was summer — Last year of highschool

The school year was practically over. Graduation was just a few weeks away, and for the first time in ages, the idea of “what comes next” didn’t make your stomach twist with anxiety — it actually excited you. You were done with the routine, the crowded hallways, same questions, same answers. There was something thrilling about the thought of stepping into the world on your own terms.

You’d always dreamed of that moment. Of being your own person, following your own rhythm. It should’ve been exciting. You were ready for it — or at least you told yourself that.

But the truth was, independence didn’t always feel like freedom. It felt like silence, sometimes. Like boredom. Like being left behind.

It also meant change. Real change.

Especially when it came to Caleb

You used to see him every day. He was your partner in crime. A best friend, someone with you didn’t have to pretend anything. You knew each other too well for that. You shared the same roof, same stories, the same stupid inside jokes that could only build after years of proximity.

He’d tease you, you’d mock him, you’d steal food off each other’s plates, pinch eachother, even argue at some times. The unstoppable bickering between you two was a no stranger.

It was simple like that

But now? Now everything felt…grown-up. Fragile. Like if you said the wrong thing, you’d ruin the balance.

He’d started college — aviation. He was chasing clouds while you were stuck finishing essays and pretending high school still mattered. And Caleb changed — not drastically, but in little ways that stung. He spoke differently now, carried himself with a quiet kind of confidence. He was sharper. More thoughtful. His voice deeper, his face leaner. There was still the same warmth when he smiled at you, still the same teasing edge — but something else, too. Something you couldn’t name without feeling stupid for noticing.

He was visiting you and grandma as much as he could, when he wasn't heavy with his responsibilities, like now — early June when holidays were almost there. When the sense of nostalgia filled the air and made everything rush back to you.

However — Today the house was still. Caleb had been out all day, catching up with old friends he hadn't seen since winter. Dinner was long over. Grandma had gone to bed early with one of her crime novels. You were laying on your bed, freshly showered and still warm from the steam, your hair damp against the back of your neck. The heat had lingered even after sunset, turning your small room into a suffocating bubble of humid air and sticky skin. An old fan clattered weakly at the foot of your bed, doing more noise than good.

It was too hot to think. Too hot to sleep. You lay on your stomach, chin propped on the pillow, staring at your phone screen and scrolling through the same posts, fingers moving out of habit more than interest. Pictures. Videos. Nothing new. You were bored out of your mind.

That restless kind of bored that made your skin feel too tight. That kind of bored that made you itch for something, anything to feel.

You sighed heavily and locked your phone, you let it rest on your chest, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness. It was so hot. It was so fucking hot.

It felt ridiculous. But your body wouldn’t settle, no matter how many positions you tried, no matter how many apps you opened and closed again.

There was nothing to do

There was no one to talk to

And you couldn’t stop thinking about Caleb

Not in that way. Not…like that.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

But he’d been so different lately. Distant, quieter. Still kind, still Caleb — you caught him looking at you sometimes. Not in a way that you could call out. Just…a second too long. A flick of the eyes when you weren’t wearing a bra under your tank top, or you were wearing something shorter. You never wanted to admit it to yourself, you never let such thoughts even cross your mind — You felt bad about it.

But on the other hand.

You weren’t stupid

You noticed the way his eyes flicked away the instant you met his gaze, like he was caught but unwilling to admit it. That brief pause, that half-smile that never quite reached his eyes. It made your heart both race and ache, all at once.

Your legs shifted, thighs pressing together. You exhaled slowly through your nose. Your hand moved to rest on your abdomen, fingers mindlessly fumbling with a string of your sleep shorts.

It was dumb

But you can still feel it — the way he looked at you, those barely-there glances that never failed to set that weird sensation in your stomach. It made your skin tingle in the worst way possible. Your heartbeat quickens just at the thought of it, a slow, taunting ache blossoming inside you.

Without really thinking, your fingers twitch at your waistband. Your hand drifts, almost hypnotically, sliding underneath the soft fabric of your shorts.

Not because of him. Of course not. He was just a passing thought.

A shiver runs up your spine as your fingers press gently against your underwear. The touch is light at first, a delicate tease as your fingertips trace the smoothness of your panties. You feel the faint heat beneath, a warmth you hadn’t fully acknowledged until this very moment. It makes every nerve in you ignite.

With an heavy exhale you begin to circle your fingers. Your touch slow at first, barely there. Just enough to make your body tense, to make your hips lift slightly into your own hand. Your other hand gripped the sheets. Your breath stuttering. The world outside faded, leaving only the uneven rhythm of your breath and the gentle rise and fall of your chest.

Your mind drifts again, tangled in fantasies of what those looks might mean — what might possibly happen if you dared to meet his gaze and hold it.

And you imagine his voice.

Low

Breathy

Over your ear

Saying your name the way he doesn’t.

Just a passing thought. Yeah

You press harder, your fingers finding that perfect spot over your underwear, that little bump covered by the fabric, rubbing in gentle, measured circles. The friction — the pressure — it’s not enough, but it’s a good start.

You know this won’t take long

Not when your body already knows what it’s chasing. Not when you’ve been carrying this heat all day, pretending it wasn’t there.

You bite your lip, trying to keep quiet, a soft sigh escapes. Your legs part a little wider, giving your fingers more room to move, pressing harder, faster.

Your whole body is flushed, caught in that delicious, desperate chase. You catch the inside of your cheek with your teeth. And just as your thighs started to tremble—

...

Click

The door swings open

Caleb.

You freeze

"Hey pipsqueak, I've—" you can swear that his face just went through at least 15 emotions, all at once.

....

"Shit...Sorry—"

You lay wide eyed. Heart hammering. Hand still buried under your shorts, caught in motion.

He wasn’t supposed to be here. He didn't knock — because he never had to knock — and now there he is — Caleb. Standing in the doorway, just like he’s always done, comfortable, casual — except this time, he had seen everything.

In one frantic motion, you yanked the sheets over your hips, sitting upright so fast your head spun.

“Jesus—Caleb, knock—!” you blurted out, voice breaking somewhere between anger and panic.

He had seen.

“I—fuck,” he stammered, eyes darting to the floor, but he didn’t step back, didn’t shut the door.

“I didn’t know — I thought you—"

“Y-you were supposed to be out—" you muttered, your voice strangled.

“I was. But I left my charger in your room,” he whispered, voice low and ragged. “Didn’t think…”

....

Your skin prickled. Your heart wouldn’t slow down, no matter how hard you tried.

“…didn’t think I’d walk in on you doing that.”

You swallowed hard, chest heaving.

“W-Well—congrats. You did. So—"

He still stood there, caught like he’d stepped into a dream he wasn’t sure was real. His gaze raked over you—slowly, like it hurt to look and hurt more to stop.

You both stared at each other, locked in the kind of silence that stretches forever. He didn’t move. Didn’t leave. And for the first time, you saw something in his expression that wasn’t brotherly at all.

Something else flickered there — a shift you didn’t know what to do with.

His gaze was too steady. It made your stomach clench. You saw the way he shifted his weight, the way his hands curled and uncurled at his sides. You were both hovering on the edge of something irreversible.

“Were you...gonna finish?” His voice was quieter now, lower. Not teasing. Not mocking. Just… raw.

What. The. Fuck

"Wha-...C-Caleb, what are you—"

“You were gonna finish, right?” he asked again. “When I walked in?”

The way he said it — not teasing, not cocky. Just…careful. Wanting. So painfully full of restraint it almost hurt.

Your eyes were like two red coals, Caleb never saw such desperation on your face, he really did done something to you. As if this insane desire was matching up to his own - long suppressed one.

“I wasn’t—”

“Don’t lie.”

You looked at him and you didn’t even knew what to say anymore.

He ran a hand through his hair. He was flushed — from frustration. Confusion. Something messier.

You swallowed, your face turned crimson by now.

“Caleb—”

“Please...Tell me what you were thinking about.”

You shook your head, your eyes dropping to the floor.

“Tell me,” he said again, quieter.

“I… I don’t…”

"Please. I need to know." he groaned as if he was going through some kind of pain

You couldn't find your voice at this moment.

Caleb took a nervous second of look back, then clicked the door shut gently, the sound barely audible. He paused, motionless, as if weighing his next move. Then, with slow, deliberate steps, he approached the bed and crouched beside it.

“Did I ever cross a line with you pipsqueak?” he asked. “Ever made you uncomfortable?”

“I...No.” you shook your head.

“Then tell me the truth.”

You bit your lip, eyes cast down.

“Were you thinking about me?”

You were silent, but the corner of your eye twitched. That was everything he had to know.

And he breathed out like if you had just knocked the air from his chest.

Caleb's heart raced, pounding against his ribs like a drum. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing. You, touching yourself, thinking about him? It was everything he had ever fantasized about and more. But it was also so, so wrong.

He swallowed hard, trying to push down the dark, depraved thoughts that flooded his mind. He couldn't think about you like that.

“…Shit. Please don't do this to me." he exhaled heavily.

His voice was low, like it barely made it out of his throat. Like he regretted the question even as he asked it.

You didn’t know where to look. You couldn’t meet his eyes. Your thighs squeezed together and it only made it worse.

He knew he should put a stop to this conversation right now, should push you away and pretend he had never heard your confession. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't bring himself to deny you, to deny himself the chance to be close to you in a way he had always secretly dreamed of.

He was too fucking selfish, too consumed by his own dark desires to do what was right.

“I was trying so hard not to be a sick fuck. So hard.” his face was washed with something you've never seen before. His hand moved out, intertwining his fingers with yours. He swallowed. Hard. His eyes flicked up to your face.

"I'm trying to be good , pipsqueak...I really am. But I don’t know what the fuck we are anymore.” he muttered. ”And do you?”

Your fingers curled tighter around his as you were watching how your hands connected.

“I…” your voice came out small. “I don’t know.”

Caleb exhaled through his nose, eyes shutting like he was trying to keep something inside from spilling out. But it was already too late for that.

“I keep thinking it’s just a phase,” he said. “That I’ll get over it. That it’ll pass.”

His eyes met yours, and they were haunted. Desperate.

“But then you look at me like that. All wide-eyed. Like you’re scared of me. Like...you don't know me? Or worse — like you’re curious.”

Your eyelashes fluttered, your eyes taking in every inch of expressions that were washing over his face at this very moment.

“I hate myself for it. For all of it.” he continued

“I’m not...—proud of what I thought,” he admitted. “Of what I felt. Of the things I imagined when I was alone.” you could swear that his eyes were freaking glossed as he rambled.

"Caleb..."

“I'm so sorry pips. But...I just— I don’t think I can play pretend to be your good proper brother anymore. It's driving me batshit crazy. I’ve been swallowing it down for so long. Every glance. Every goddamn brush of your skin against mine. And it’s—it’s eating me alive.”

He stared at you like he needed you to hate him. Or need him back.

“I don’t want to be this guy,” he said. “I really fucking don’t…”

He moved closer, forehead pressing against the edge of the mattress like it physically hurt to hold back.

“If you tell me to leave, I swear to God I will. I’ll walk out that door and never bring this up again.” his voice came out a muffled desperation.

“But if there’s even a part of you… that feels this too…Then please. Let me stop pretending.”

You felt your throat tighten, the words caught somewhere between fear and fire.

“I…I thought I was crazy.”

He stilled. Moving his face up to look at you.

“I thought...it was just me,” you whispered. “The looks. The way my stomach would flip when you’d come into my room—” you felt your eyes starting to sting, you bit your lip to prevent your emotions from showing. Caleb was watching your face silently.

“I...I hated it. Hated...how wrong it felt. How wrong I felt. But you were always so calm. So normal. Like it didn’t even cross your mind. And I figured it was just me being…sick.”

“No,” he said instantly. “God, no, baby—”

“I know,” you whispered. “Now I know.”

Your fingers curled around his.

He was silent, his eyes bright as all the stars brought together. His lips were parted slightly, as If he couldn't believe his own ears. He swallowed and exhaled through his nose, rising slightly on his knees.

"Can I...Can I kiss you?—"

“Yes.” your response came faster than you could think. You thought about it. Fuck you thought about it so many times, even if you wouldn't admit it to yourself.

His breath shuddered. He leaned in slowly, as if he was giving you every second to back out. But he never found any hesitation.

He closed the distance. His lips brushed yours like he was testing the idea of a kiss, not taking it. Feather-light, his breath trembling over your plushy lips.

You made a small, aching sound in the back of your throat — not even a word. Just need.

And that was it.

He pressed his lips against yours. He kissed you, this time real. His hand curled into the sheets near your hip, still not daring to touch your skin, but his mouth moved over yours like he was starving for it. Like kissing you was a sin and a salvation all at once. You whimpered against him, your lips parting, and he groaned into your mouth like the sound had been ripped straight from his chest.

Your hand reached up blindly, curling into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer with a breathless little noise you couldn’t hold back. That was all it took for him to lose the last of his control.

He deepened the kiss — not harsh, but needy, hungry in a way that felt like it had been building for years. And you kissed him back — shy, nervous, a pure instinct.

As if driven by some quiet courage you didn’t know you had, your free hand found his wrist. You squeezed it gently.

He pulled away to catch his breath, his eyes flicked open, searching yours — surprised but not pulling away.

Slowly, hesitantly, you guided his hand downward, until his palm rested against your inner thigh. You held his hand there for a heartbeat, your heart hammering in your chest like a drum. And then, with a trembling breath, you guided it further.

Right between your legs.

Caleb froze for a second — his breath caught in his throat. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, he looked at you with something fierce and tender all at once.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, voice rough and barely controlled.

You nodded, cheeks flushing hotter than before.

He shuddered and leaned back towards you. He started to plant soft kisses over your jaw, sliding down to your neck. He nuzzled his nose into your collarbone, letting out a shaky breath as he let his fingers fumble underneath your sleep shorts.

His breath caught — sharp and audible — and for a second, his whole body visibly shuddered.

“Holy—…” he whispered, voice cracking in his throat.

His fingers pressed gently against the dampness soaking through the thin cotton, like he couldn’t believe what he was feeling. You squirmed, your face twisting slightly as you felt his fingertips grazing your panties.

“You’re—” He stopped, swallowing hard. “Fuck, you're soaked..”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his face flushed, lips parted, chest rising like he couldn’t catch his breath.

“You got like this… just from touching yourself?” he asked, eyes searching yours, stunned and wrecked.

You nodded, shy but unable to lie.

His fingers kept moving slowly over the soaked fabric, each drag making you twitch beneath him. It was maddening — warm, steady pressure just shy of what you needed, and you couldn’t stop the quiet, aching sounds spilling from your throat.

Caleb was staring at your face like he was watching something sacred. His jaw was tight, eyes wild, and his lips hovered just inches from yours — close enough that you could feel every shaky breath.

You whimpered, hand fisting the sheets beside you.— like the sound was dragged out of your chest without permission. Your eyebrows pulled together.

His breath caught again — like every sound you made hit him straight in the chest.

“You’re already shaking,” he murmured, voice rough. “And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

Your breath shook — a sharp, broken sound that made his whole body jolt.

“I can feel you through them,” he rasped, fingers teasing along the edges of your panties. “You’re so wet I could probably taste it through the fucking fabric.”

You squirmed. His mouth found your ear, he kissed it slowly, reverently, as his thumb dragged down the soaked center of your underwear once more — slower this time.

“I’m...trying to go slow,” he murmured against your earlobe, words hot and wet against your skin. “Trying not to scare you. But, fuck, pipsqueak…”

He groaned, soft and strangled, his hand pausing again.

“You feel like this and expect me to be normal?”

You shifted, thighs twitching around his wrist, and his fingers twitched in response — a helpless reflex.

“God, pips… I’m so hard right now.”

He swallowed hard, eyes dark and desperate.

“I swear, it’s like my cock’s about to burst.”

He leaned downwards. His lips found the corner of your mouth, moving down to jaw, then your neck — slow, open-mouthed kisses dragging down every inch of your skin. You whimpered uncontrollably.

“You have to be quiet,” he murmured, barely above a whisper, “Because if Gran' hears, we’re both fucked.”

Caleb’s hand massaged you for a moment longer, trembling with every touch — before he slowly pulled back, his eyes dark and searching. His fingers hooked under the hem of your shorts, sliding them slowly down you.

You swallowed hard, cheeks flushing even more, caught between embarrassment and want

“I hate that you couldn’t finish… because I walked in. I’m gonna make it up to you,” he vowed, voice desperate but soft. “I promise.”

“I want to do this right,” he whispered, voice low, rough with need. “I want to make sure you feel everything — all of it.”

Caleb stripped your shorts off with practiced ease, the fabric pooling at your ankles. He dropped to his knees beside the bed again, hands firm as they slid beneath you, pulling your hips to the edge with a quiet hunger. His breath hitched, eyes locked on the darkened center of your underwear, his pupils wide with want. He wetted his lips slowly, gaze flicking up to meet yours — a silent question, or maybe...just maybe — a promise. He leaned in.

His mouth found you through the damp fabric, a low hum escaping him immediately as he kissed you there. His nose grazed against you as he breathed in, savoring the scent of your arousal. You gasped softly, hips jerking upward in response, and his eyes didn’t leave yours for a second — dark, burning, and full of intention.

”H-Hah...Caleb—" you whined out

He lingered there, lips pressing to the soaked fabric as if testing your patience — or his own. He exhaled a shaky breath, then slowly, deliberately, let the tip of his tongue drag along the dampness, tasting you through the thin barrier. His hands gripped your hips tighter as he let out a low sound of approval, the vibrations humming against you.

His mouth moved with purpose now — no longer tentative, but hungry, sure of the effect he had on you. His tongue traced slow, deliberate circles, then flicked with precision, alternating rhythm and pressure in a way that made your thighs tense around him.

Your face twisted with that kind of pleasure — that you didn't even knew could exist - until now of course.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmured into you, his voice breaking on the edge of awe. “You taste so sweet… I need—” his breath caught, “—I need to make you cum…"

And with agonizing slowness, he hooked his fingers under the edge of your underwear, his fingers tracing the lacy frill that was already soaked by your arousal. He lifted his eyes to yours once again — a silent pause, waiting for your permission, your surrender. When he saw it, he pushed the fabric aside, baring you to his heated gaze.

"Gods—You're so...pretty, pipsqueak."

He took his time, as if memorizing every detail, before leaning in again. This time, there was no hesitation. His tongue met you fully — wet and hot — It made your hips jerk up harshly, your hand flew to cover your mouth. Fuck and the whine he made...was pure need. Each drag of his tongue was hurried, worshipful, drawing a gasp from your nose as your body arched into his mouth. You couldn't blame him, he waited for so long after all. He held you there, pinned by the weight of his hunger, devouring every reaction with his mouth, his breath, his eyes.

You shivered like you've never did before. A bead of sweat rolled down your back. Your fingers found his hair, threading through the soft strands, pulling instinctively as your hips arched toward his mouth. He responded with a low growl, gripping your thighs tighter, holding you open, guiding you exactly how he wanted you — nowhere to run, nothing to do but feel.

His lips sealed around your clit. Tongue closed around the delicate bud, flicking and teasing with maddening precision, the tip of his tongue blessing it with kitten licks, sending shockwaves of fire straight to your core.

"C-Caleb, I-I can't—" you whimpered over your hand.

“I wanted to get my hands on you...for so long...” he stammered, then sucked — hard. His lips locked tight around your clit like he was trying to drink the years of longing straight from your body.

”I...I just wanted to do this to you...” his fingers stroked your thighs, tender but desperate, like he couldn’t decide whether to hold you or worship you.

“You don’t get it,” he gasped against your heat. “You don’t fucking get it. I’ll ruin myself for this. For you. I’ll tear myself apart. I’ll fall on my knees, I’ll beg, I’ll fucking crawl. I'll do anything you ask me for—"

He whined like a damn puppy. It was cute — in it's own way, but so fucking sick and twisted at the same time.

“Can’t believe you’ve been walkin’ around with this between your legs…and I couldn’t touch it,” he whispered raggedly, kissing your inner thighs, his voice cracking like he was close to crying. “All those nights thinking about it. Thinking about you—how you’d taste. How you’d sound.”

He groaned like it hurt to say it, to feel it, to taste it. His fingers trembled slightly as he spread your folds open, almost like he was afraid you’d disappear if he wasn’t careful. He pressed his tongue flat against you and dragged it up with aching precision, then locked eyes with you again, pupils blown wide.

You try to hold back, to stay quiet, but the tight, uncontrollable squeeze inside you betrays your will. Your hole contracts reflexively — even though there’s nothing inside, it clenches around empty air, like it’s already craving him, already hungry for the fullness you know only he can give. Your hips buck upwards sharply, and he pulls you by your hips even harder.

“Shit...please. Please just...use my...—Use my face.”

You swear you could feel your eyes almost rolling back your skull. A single tear rolled down your cheek — From the immaculate pleasure you couldn't comprehend. Your body shuddered, hips jerking instinctively as he devoured you, tongue pressing harder, driving you closer to the edge. You grind into his mouth, desperate, needy, gone — and he doesn’t stop. He won’t stop. He’s slurping you up through the edge, into it, past it — until your vision whites out and your body forgets how to do anything but come, violently, endlessly, wrecked on his tongue.

As soon as you whine out into your clasped over your mouth hand — you feel him stiffen. A strangled cry — half a whine, half a gasp — ripped from Caleb’s throat. His whole body tensed like he’d been shocked, a sharp ache crossing his face.

“Fuck—” he gasped, pulling back slightly, breathing heavy, a flush spreading across his cheeks.

You froze, heart pounding, eyes wide.

”C-Caleb? What's...What's wrong?" you breathed out harshly, still struggling to compose yourself.

Before you could ask more, he shook his head, swallowing hard, voice hoarse and embarrassed. “I… I just… came,” he gasps out, breath ragged.

Came from freaking watching you come. Fucked.

A flush rises to your cheeks, a mix of surprise and something tender swelling inside you. You didn’t expect this vulnerability, this raw honesty from him. It makes your heart skip, even as your body aches, still pulsing from the way he touched you.

“Caleb…” you whisper, voice soft but steady.

“I-I'm okay,” he whispered, voice trembling. He reached up to brush your sweat drenched bangs from your forehead.

“Fuck, it never happened to me before” Caleb huffed as if he couldn't believe himself. He swallowed hard, biting his lip as if to hold back something fierce. He pushed himself up and leaned over to press a kiss to your temple.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, voice rough but tender. “I didn’t mean for that to happen now. I just… I need you. Need you so much.” His hands trembled slightly as he reached for your panties. He gently pulled them back into place, like he was protecting you — even though inside he was burning up with need. You furrowed your eyebrows in question.

“I don’t deserve to touch you bare—not yet.” he explained. Then, without breaking eye contact, he slid his hand down to the front of his pants and freed himself.

You saw him — like really saw him for the first time. Your breath hitched. That was this moment, a flicker of time when everything else fades away. His cock was still hard and pulsing, it was something you’d imagined a thousand times, but nothing could prepare you for the reality of it.

Your eyes traced every line, every vein, the way it throbbed with need. The heavines of his arousal was suffocating. You felt a flush creeping up your neck, your heart pounding as a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and something almost like awe washed over you. It was bigger than you expected, powerful and alive, and seeing it like that—so close, so exposed—made your skin tingle all over.

For a heartbeat, his confident, desperate facade cracked, and a flicker of fear passed through his gaze. Were you scared? Did he push too hard, too fast? There was a flicker of worry in his eyes, like the intensity of your stare unsettled him more than you realized. “If you’re… if you’re scared, I get it. I just—”

“No,” you breathed, voice shaky but sure. “I’m not scared.”

He still didn’t move. His hands hovered, frozen in the space between reaching and retreating. You saw how tightly his jaw was clenched, the way his brows pulled together like he was bracing for rejection.

“I’ve just… never seen one in real life before,” you said quietly, eyes flicking down, then back up to meet his. Your cheeks burned. “And it’s… bigger than I thought.”

Silence.

Caleb’s entire body tensed like you’d hit him with something physical. His jaw dropped a little. His eyes went wide — stunned — and then something deep, guttural escaped his chest, like the sound was ripped from him. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered, voice breaking as his hand flew up to cover his mouth, like he was physically trying to hold back whatever that did to him.

You could see it — the way his stomach tightened, the way his cock twitched, visibly, painfully. His knees almost buckled.

"I'm gonna lose it..." he groaned.

He moved slowly, but with purpose — stepping back into your space, his hands curling tight around your thighs. He didn’t rush. Instead, he pressed himself against you—through the thin fabric of your panties—his desperate need to feel you flooding every inch of his body. The thick, hot head of his cock found the damp center of your panties, and you both sucked in a breath at the same time.

"A-Ahh—...Caleb–" you hitched sharply.

He let out a deep, broken groan as he rocked his hips forward — slowly, like he was trying to savor every millimeter of friction. The tip of his cock dragged along your soaked fabric, sliding right through the heat of your folds. He hissed, forehead falling against your shoulder, like the sensation alone had him unraveling again. His hand moved down to his own cock, fingers wrapping around the thick shaft, stroking hard and steady while he pressed himself into you.

“Your clit… fuck, it’s right here,” he whispered breathlessly, dragging the tip of his cock over the wettest spot he could find through the fabric.

You whimpered. He whimpered too, his control fraying with every slow stroke. Your body reacted instinctively, thrusting forward as if desperate to chase that burning touch, though you didn’t even understand how just panty-rubbing could fuck with your head this hard.

You couldn’t handle it. The urge to reach out, to pull him closer, to feel him pressed against you in a way that wasn’t just teasing, was unbearable. You let out a soft moan, your hands twitching, craving contact.

Caleb caught it immediately. Of course he did. He was watching your face more than anything in this world. It was always like that. Even when you two were still kids. He always wanted to catch every emotion, to know if you were scared, shy, uncomfortable — It became a habit of his own. Without hesitation, he shifted, moving over you until he was hovering, chest pressing down on yours gently, his heavy breaths mingling with yours.

He kissed you fiercely, lips claiming yours in a hunger that matched the ache between your thighs. His hands slid down to your legs, wrapping around your thighs with a gentle grip.

“Squeeze your thighs for me,” he murmured against your lips, voice thick with desperate need.

You looked at him strangely for a moment but without thinking about it for too long — you pressed your thighs together. And Caleb not wasting his time, guided himself between your legs — Slowly, carefully.

You saw his cock sliding out from between your thighs, looking straight at you, making your breath hitch. Your eyes flicked up at him as your teeth tortured your lower lip. He held your eyes as he began to thrust—not inside you, but between your thighs, grinding firm and steady. The fabric of your panties stretched and slickened under the pressure.

Caleb groaned deep in his throat. His hands roamed your body, holding at your hips as he continued to thrust between your thighs, hips rolling in needy circles, desperate for every inch of your warmth. His mouth claimed yours again, kissing fiercely, tongue exploring with a desperate hunger that matched the relentless grinding below.

“Gods—...you're so soft here pipsqueak..." he muttered over your lips as he pulled away to rest his sweaty forehead over yours.

You whined a little bit, trying to keep your noises mindful. Your eyes were locked down on your closed thighs. The sight of his hardness vanishing and reappearing between your plushy flesh was making your head spin.

"S-Squeeze them tighter..." he choked out, your eyes flicked up to his face, watching it closely.

You clenched your thighs harder, grinding up a bit to help his cock catch onto your clothed folds better. And when you did that — the look on his face was absolutely everything. His face scrunched in pleasure, eyebrows drew up together, he looked as if he was about to cry — at least.

It was that easy for you to make him lose his mind.

”Shiiiit...Just like that—Good girl.” the nickname made something ugly churn in your stomach. He used to call you that earlier. Many times. Like when you got a good grade on your test, or when you achieved something he knew you could do. But now? It was an entirely different thing — and it made you mewl.

”You're making so much noise pips, you're some kind of pervert?...” he chuckled softly, even though his breath was ragged and he was clutching his self control tightly.

"S-Shut up..." you squirmed, your hand pushing at his shoulder.

”Don't get your panties in a twist pipsqueak...I always knew you liked when I called you that — You used to be fishing for my praise, y'know?...”

"I-I wasn't—"

"You were. No need to hide it pips...I think it was cute — it still is, if you ask me..." he snorted softly, laughing through his nose.

Then he groaned, his hips speeding up in it's moves. Your sweaty thighs slapping together.

"Ah...Fuck...” he hissed, taking a shaky inhale.

”You know, pipsqueak...I think, that you've always liked my attention on you.”

His hand sank down, to press himself better over your underwear as he fucked your thighs. You whined, and he smiled. Fucker.

”When you were younger you always found your way to have my eyes on you. You were pinching me, biting, kicking, stealing my stuff, showing off...” he huffed, his eyes closing as he tried to keep himself at the bay.

”But now when you got older, you understood some things...You know what I mean, yeah?"

You squirmed as the head of his cock firmly rubbed over your center with each thrust.

"N-No—"

”You know.”

He leaned down to your ear, placing a hot kiss over it.

”When you started to understand how to rile me up in a much better way — Like...You stopped wearing a bra whenever I was around. Those teasing touches when we would watch a movie together. When you—Ah...Shit—When you would tickle me because you knew I wouldn't put my hands on you anymore....You can tell yourself that you didn't know what you were doing, but deep down you know you wanted me to notice. You're not stupid, and i'm not stupid either.”

”Caleb—” a shiver rippled down your spine as he murmured into your ear. Not only from how close he was, but because of how right he was. You were losing it fairly.

”You're not going to shy away now, are you?” he scoffed, his hips slapped foward, making noise. He let out a shaky moan.

"Fuck i'm so close already..." he muttered over your earlobe, your fingers tightened on his shoulder, your eyebrows drawing together, overwhelmed from the friction. He moved his thumb to press his tip strictly over you.

"Y-You feel, too good...I can— Feel...How wet you are...It's doing things to me that you won't understand.”

You let our a shaky breath and moved to wrap your arms around him. You needed him close in this moment, heart to heart. Your thighs started to tremble as he rubbed against you, that similar ache blooming deep inside you once more, it was all purely for him, only for him.

"Gonna cum baby?..." he caught onto it immediately, his efforts doubled.

You choked down a moan and nodded, your back arching subtly as you bucked up to meet his delicious movements.

"H-Hah...You gonna cum with me, okay?..." he breathed over your skin. Everything was becoming dizzy so fast. Your eyes closing, all of your senses heightened.

You felt — Everything

Starting from the way his ragged breath shook over your ear, how your slick with sweat bodies slid against eachother as if they were meant to be together, the squelching noises you two were creating, the subtle slaps that eachoed through the walls of your suffocating room when he pressed close. It was so much. It was beautiful, because it was you and him, just like it should always be.

You begin to feel a knot after knot, tying down in your abdomen. Your thighs clamp instinctively, you grip tighter around Caleb as if holding onto the very source of your rising pleasure. The friction builds relentlessly, a delicious torment that tightens your belly and curls your toes. You can feel the muscles deep inside your pussy, contracting and relaxing in an involuntary rhythm — trembling with the power of what’s coming.

Your breath hitches and stutters, uneven and quick, like you’re struggling to catch the air that keeps slipping away. Caleb's hands clutch at your hips, fingers digging into your skin as if trying to hold you close forever. His jaw clenches tight, muscles taut as he fights to keep himself together, but the heat is overwhelming—too intense to control. He breathes deeply against your lips, his eyes squeezed shut.

”Cum for me...P-Please cum for me..." he whines, his face contorting. He's almost there. And so are you.

Just as the wild surge of pleasure begins to shatter your control, your breath catching in ragged gasps, Caleb moves with urgent purpose — he closes the distance, his lips crashing over yours in a fierce, searing kiss that shuts down any cry before it can escape.

And there it is.

You squeeze your eyes shut, Caleb swallowing every single of your moan, and so you are his. Your whole vision went blank as your thighs shook off the stimulation. Pure bliss washing over your body.

You feel the wave of his own orgasm wash over him—hot, intense, overwhelming. His body shakes and his hips stutter — his essence spurting out over the place where you meet, a testament to the fire you’ve ignited together. He elongates the kiss before pulling back from your lips to catch his breath.

The silence afterward feels sacred. Caleb is still above you, but there’s no urgency now. His body is trembling, his chest still heaving, but his hands… his hands are soft. Careful. Like he’s afraid you might disappear if he doesn’t keep holding on.

And he kisses you. Once on your temple. Then your cheek. The corner of your lips. Reverent, unhurried. His touch glides from your hips to your stomach, slowing with each stroke, like he’s trying to calm your body and his at the same time.

“A-Are you okay?” he whispers finally, voice still hoarse with what just happened, but gentler

You don’t answer right away. Just a small nod, soft, but there’s that tiny smile — faint, tender, a little dazed — And it makes his heart melt.

Without a word, he reached over and pulled the hem of his shirt up, tugging it off of him, careful not to disturb you. The fabric was soft against your skin as he pressed it lightly against your lower stomach, where a few stray marks of his release still glistened. His touch was delicate, almost hesitant, as if afraid to break the fragile quiet between you.

”I'm sorry i've made a mess...” he muttered

You shook your head to reassure him. ”We are even.”

He raised his eyes to you and a bashful smile blossomed on his face. He gently swiped the fabric across your skin, wiping away every trace with a tenderness that made your heart squeeze. It wasn’t just about cleaning—there was a sacredness in the way he cared for you, in how he always cared for you.

“I got you,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

You felt the weight of those three words, how much they meant for you, coming from him — gentle and devoted.

He discarded his dirty shirt somewhere on the floor without a care in the world. He reached beneath you, sliding his hands to the edges of your underwear. His fingers trembled just slightly as he carefully pulled them down your legs, his gaze never leaving your face. You feel no shame here, only a profound tenderness as he helps you shed the last remnants of the night’s intensity. He folded them neatly and set them aside — mentally noting to wash them tommorow. Then leaned down to kiss the soft curve of your hip, his lips warm and soothing against your skin.

He moved up, letting himself slump beside you. Intertwining your hands together — As if he has to know you're here, that you're not just a speck of his imagination. His thumb moved slowly over the back of your soft hand, he pulled it up to press a gentle kiss over your knuckles.

Your breathing slows in unison. The chaos of earlier melts into a soft hum beneath your skin. You don’t speak for a long moment, because there’s no pressure to fill the silence. It’s the kind of quiet that only comes when you’re held by someone who sees you—truly sees you—and stays anyway.

Eventually, Caleb lets out a quiet laugh.

“What?” you murmur, turning your head to look at his side profile.

“I don’t know,” he says, exhaling slowly. “I just… I feel like I waited forever for this. And now that it happened, I keep thinking I’ll wake up. Like maybe I fell asleep on the couch while you were ignoring me and now I’m dreaming the whole damn thing.”

You shift, lifting your chin slightly to meet his eyes. “You’re not dreaming, Caleb.”

He smiles, and it’s soft. His thumb traced the line of your knuckles. “If I was, though, I think I’d want to stay asleep.”

You nudge him playfully with your forehead. “That’s so corny.”

“Mm. You like it.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t stop smiling either.

He leans in and kisses you again—not hungrily this time, but with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. His lips move slow, reverent, and he pulls away just to whisper, “You look like a mess right now.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Caleb, you meanie.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You smile and nuzzle yourself into his lips. With a small, content sigh, he slid his arm around you, tugging you gently closer until there’s no space left between you. You feel his heartbeat thrumming against your back, steady and strong, and it grounds you deeper than any words ever could.

”Can you stay in my room for tonight?” you hummed softly.

”I wasn't exactly planning on leaving, y'know” he murmured quietly, amusement tugging at his voice

”Good.” you smiled to yourself

You both sink deeper into the bed, the softness of the sheets a gentle cradle beneath you. His cheek rests against the top of your head, his breath tickling your hair, his heartbeat a lullaby only you can hear. Your eyelids grow heavy, and a calmness unlike anything you’ve felt before settles over you.

You've never felt more at peace than you did now.

Just before sleep can pull you two under, Caleb’s arms tighten just a little, holding you closer as if to reassure you that he's here.

”I love you.”

That little whisper was everything you ever ached to hear. You didn't realize it until this very moment.

...

”I love you too.”

And in that shared silence, wrapped together in warmth, you both drifted gently into dreams. In his arms, you feel safe. Loved. Whole.

...

And now?

Now the change you were so scared of — turned out to not be bad at all.

Now It felt — Like home.

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qvicksilversass · 7 days ago

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Watch You

(John Walker x Thunderbolts!Reader) (M)

John watches you, you watch him, but neither of you will admit how you feel until one of you gets caught. words: 3356 warnings: smut, voyeurism, bit of fluff, masturbation, unprotected sex, lots of swearing, nobody locks doors in this tower an: Part of this was a dream I had, let me know what you think :) x

The first time it happens, it's an honest mistake. John wakes from a nightmare and heads to the kitchen for a drink, anything to ground him. As he passes your room, he's instantly on edge. He thinks it might be a nightmare at first. Until he realises through his tiredness, these weren't anguished moans and the name repeating on your lips? It's his.

He opens the door slightly, a moan bubbling up in his throat. His eyes drift to your naked body only lit with a small lamp. Casting you in an orange glow, shadows in the dip of your back. Hair falling over your back, hips rolling against a pillow, opened up to him.

John held onto the door frame, his cock straining against his boxers from the sight of you. Palming himself through them to relieve some tension. He knows he shouldn't be watching, but he can't look away. You moan again, and fuck, he cant help himself. He slips his hand inside his boxers stroking himself in time with each roll of your hips.

It would be so easy for him to just go over and slip inside you. He groans when you reach around and slip a finger inside, your other hand rubbing your clit. Your moans more desperate and he had to bite his lip, stopping himself making any noise. You're about to come and you're moaning his name, fuck.

You're so beautiful, falling apart in front of him. He watches you writhe and shudder. Still whispering his name, your juices coating your fingers as they slow. A few seconds pass and your breathing gets heavier. He holds his breath watching your fingers slip back inside. Chasing another orgasm and fuck he'd never seen anything like it. He came all over his fingers, a low moan slipping from deep in his chest.

You swore you heard it, that moan. Masculine and so familiar. Filled with panic, you snapped your head up, scrambling under the sheets, only to see your door shut. Thinking you were imagining it you drifted into an exhausted but satisfied sleep.

You woke early, so early that there didn't seem to be anyone else awake. Heading down to the gym, you notice Walker lifting weights.

You start to work on the punching bag, you’re so frustrated. It had been almost two years since you last had sex. At first, you were happy. Your ex was a shithead and you were glad to escape him. Then the thunderbolts happened and Walker came on the scene. A sarcastic whirlwind knocking you off your feet.

That was six months ago and you'd settled into the New Avengers routine. You shared pleasantries, worked together sometimes, though you never got that close. Didn't stop you thinking about him though. Walker taking you in the suit, pressing you against any available surface…

Walker stops lifting and he's slick with sweat, his training gear clinging to the muscles of his back. You look away as he turns around and you sense his eyes on you as you punch your frustrations away. Why was he so hot? Why was he everywhere you seemed to be? You grab the bag and shoot him a friendly smile.

"Morning Walker."

He grunts in response and heads to the shower room without looking at you. Sighing, you desperately try ignoring the images playing in your mind. Of him coming over and taking you roughly on the gym floor…mmm...hot sweaty sex...great, now you're horny again. You punch the bag, hard, reserving one for the image of his head. Stupid. Sexy. Asshole.

Fifteen minutes later, your hands are sore and you collapse onto the bench, swigging your water. Walker still hadn't come out of the showers. Maybe you missed him? Desperate to get clean you grab your stuff and head over. You're surprised to find the door unlocked. The shower still running, steam billowing out from the cubicle.

"Asshole." You mutter, he must have left it on. You stop in your tracks when you spot the figure sitting on the bench, leaning back against the tiles. He’s naked except for the towel hanging loose around his waist and it's slipping further with each roll of his hips. You cover your mouth and turn away, embarrassed.

You should walk out, forget you saw anything. He'd be mortified. Then again, who jacks off in the shower room unless they want to get caught?

You peak back around, your eyes drinking in every inch of him, and fuck was there a lot. His hands worked his cock, thick and hard as you pictured it. You rub your thighs together, watching his abs tense and his head fall back. Your hands start to drift under your waistband, trailing down. What if he saw you? Heard you?

Pre cum leaked out as he worked himself in long slow strokes, he must be close Maybe you should help him out? You wanted to lick it off, swirl your tongue over him until he was begging you to make him come.

"Y/n don't stop, I need you baby." His strokes become faster, chasing his release. His hips jerking off the bench, his breathing heavy, and you're mesmerized.

"So good, fuck, yes, taking me so well, y/n," the way he said your name made it all the more arousing. His other hand gripped the bench so hard, the wood creaking. Without realising your fingers had found their way to your clit, your own orgasm building.

"Just a little more…y/n, fuck, y/n." Holy shit, he would put porn stars to shame, the sexiest moan left his lips and come spurted out over his belly. His cock throbbing as he worked himself through, his face one of pure bliss.

You grip onto the wall biting your lip as you came, so engrossed it crept up on you. Fast and intense, you felt it through your whole body, yet it's over too soon. He starts to clean himself up and you remove your fingers. Running out of there before he notices you, straight to your own shower.

So worked up you forget about getting clean. Spending the next half hour picturing Walker working that delicious cock. Imagining your fingers were him, the shower was his tongue and him thinking about you? That’s what made your insides burn most. You came another three times, just thinking about him. He wanted you. John Walker wanted you. Fuck.

You washed off and calmed down a little. Not knowing how you could ever look him in the eyes again, even if he hadn't seen you. Should you talk to him? What if it was a one-off? You didn't want to throw yourself at him and get rejected.

The second time, John knew it was wrong. But the chance to see you in that position again was too much. He walked by your room late at night, disappointed when he found you asleep. Just seeing you punching that bag that morning got him hard. Picturing your plump ass bare open to him like an offering. He couldn't concentrate; he'd had to get it out of his system. Luckily, it was early morning and y/n could work out for hours. John wondered what was bothering you so much? Did you always use him to play to? He was almost disappointed you didn't catch him.

Three days go by, him relieving his frustration any chance he gets. Being near you got him all flustered, like a fucking teenager. Now he can't sleep, his nightmares replaced by dreams of you.

He didn't even pause tonight groggily walking past your room to get a glass of water. It was three am anyway, no way you'd be awake. Only to find you bent over grabbing for a cup and he stops in his tracks. Your hair's all messed up and you're wearing nothing but a tight t-shirt and panties.

"Nightmare?" you ask giving him a sleepy smile over your shoulder, and fuck he has to readjust himself at your husky voice.

“Er no, just thirsty.” John mumbles an answer, fumbling around for a glass of water, trying not to give away he can't take his eyes off you. Watching you move around, that shirt clinging to your breasts just right. His eyes drawn to the curve of your legs, noting the freckles and goosebumps.

Wait, did she? He swore you rubbed your thighs together, in that desperate way. He's trying so hard to hold it together when you light a fire in him. Brushing by him a little too close, and it's all he can do not to push you back against the counter and kiss you right there.

You swear you felt it, him, but it's as if you've burned him. He jumps back away from you and runs his hands over his beard. Making you wonder how soft it would feel between your legs. Fuck. Here we go again.

“Sorry.” Your voice dissolves into a whimper, and you don't look back as you leave. Not sure what you'd do if he was watching you, if he noticed how turned on you were.

You haven't even got under the covers before your hands are in your panties. All night you couldn’t sleep, couldn't get him out of your mind, him half naked in the kitchen not helping. The soft light cast shadows over his muscles. Light hairs that trailed down to where his sweats were hanging indecently low on his hips.

Your head falls back, fingers rubbing rough circles over your clit. Your mind back in the kitchen. Walker coming up behind you, pressing his hardness into you, rough kisses over your neck, hands in your panties…

You hear the faint click of the latch, but you're so close. So desperate to feel that relief wash over you…Walker's holding you down against the counter. Pulling your panties to the side, pushing into you so hard the counter shakes. His chest against your back, hands on your hips, warm breath on your neck. Cold marble numbing your skin and finally, you break, falling back against the bed.

Your eyes open and you catch a glimpse of blond hair as the door closes. Heart rate speeding up even as your breathing calms. He's watching you too?

Someone had it in for you the next day, you're sure of it. Rostered on to spar with Yelena, you hear him before you even step inside. Those damn grunts and growls, he's almost animalistic when he's fighting. Walker and Bucky are sparring at the other end of the gym and you have to ignore that ache between your legs watching him.

You're not paying attention, you can't, not with Walker moving like that and it's a big mistake with Yelena. She knocks you to the floor, hard.

"Ow..."

Walker and Bucky stop sparring and look over concerned, you wave them off, "I'm fine!"

Yelena laughs at you, that amused giggle while she's helping you off the floor.

"What?"

"Nothing, you seem a little distracted." She quirks an eyebrow, gesturing to Walker and Bucky. That was an understatement. Taking a moment, you shrug off the pain in your shoulder, making your excuses to get out of there early.

That afternoon, you’re all in the meeting room waiting for Walker. He's ten minutes late and Bucky's getting grumpy. It's not like him to be late. He's usually early if anything. Getting worried you volunteer to go look for him, heading to his room.

“Walker? Did you forget the meeting? Bucky's about to send out a search party-” You pause, hearing him making weird noises, muffled behind the door.

“Are you okay in there?” You try the handle, your first instinct that he's hurt or sick, finding it's unlocked and it clicks open.

"Oh..." The moan slips from your lips, almost involuntary, though loud enough for him to hear. His eyes flit to you, still hazy with desire.

"Y/n?"

He doesn't hide, just pauses. Breathing heavily, droplets of sweat skimming down his chest and abdomen with every breath. One hand fisted in the sheets, hair messed up, blue eyes almost black.

He's so close and holding back, forcing himself not to roll his hips into his other hand. You stare at each other a second before you finally come back to reality, turning to leave.

"Shit! Sorry, I'll just..."

“Don’t go,” You hesitate, his voice so desperate, so wanting, “Please, y/n.”

And, oh, it goes through you, makes your stomach flip. You close the door behind you, stepping closer to him. Want pools in your belly at the way he watches you through his lashes.

The bed shifts underneath you, and you can feel the warmth radiating from him before you even touch him. You rest your hand on his thigh, feeling the muscles tensing under your fingers. Raking your nails higher with the barest touch, teasing, leaving goosebumps as they trail higher.

“Want me to make you come, Walker?” You wanted to sound seductive. Your voice only giving away how far gone you were already, just seeing him like this.

"Call me John… like when you touch yourself?” he pleads between heavy breaths. So you weren't imagining it? There's no denying it now, no doubt he wants this as much as you do.

“Did you like seeing me like that?” Your palm goes over him, stroking up and down his length and he moans, deep in his chest, head falling back against the pillow.

“You have no fucking idea y/n.” You brace your hand on his chest, leaning down to brush your lips against his. Then pulling back a little, letting him chase you. So impatient, his fingers fist into your hair, dragging you down to his lips.

Slow and deep at first, till you run your tongue over his lips and he pulls you closer. His thigh between your legs and you roll your hips at the delicious pressure, clit dragging on his thigh. The sensation like fire to your core.

“You were so pretty falling apart for me, wanted to touch you so fucking bad." His hands go underneath your shirt hot on your skin. Smoothing over your side, grabbing to unhook your bra shrugging them both over your head. His eyes trail down your body, to the damp material against his taut skin.

"So touch me?" You take his hand and press his fingers into the fabric, letting him draw circles, pressing harder. Wanting him to feel how turned on are for him. His lips are back on yours then in a crushing kiss. He moves his thigh up against you, the extra friction drawing a whimper from you.

“I saw you too." You murmur and watch his eyes darken, pupils wide. He holds your waist hard, pulling you as close as he can get to you, his mouth on your shoulder.

“John,” you moan in his ear, and he throbs against your fingers. You're using firm, slow strokes, drawing him out, ”I can't stop thinking about you. If you'd caught me. How you'd moan if I made you come. I wanted it to be me, my hands instead of yours. I wanted to know what you'd feel like inside me… “

“Jesus, y/n…fuck...” He can't hold back anymore, his hips stutter, nails dig into your waist, biting down on your shoulder with a gorgeous moan. Spilling over your fingers, holding you there.

You're still grinding into his thigh aching for more and he hooks his fingers under your waistband, dragging down your training pants and panties down over your thighs. You lean away only to take them off and Walker grabs you back to him, having you straddling him.

"Tell me, how much you want to fuck me?" His breath hitches, and you see it in his eyes, he wants this as much as you do. Your hands on his chest to stay upright, you rub yourself along his length. Slick with his release and your arousal, still so hard against your heat.

"Fuck, I need you John, waited so long for you..." you sound so wrecked, you’re practically begging but you don't care. You’ve thought about this, wanted this for months and you can’t take it. You guide him into you, taking your time, feeling every inch of him as you adjust to him. Relishing his groan, his nails digging into your hips so hard you're sure they'll bruise.

“You're fucking made for me aren't you?” He growls and you want to tell him he's made for you, he's so overwhelming, the slightest movement sending jolts of pleasure through you. Soon you need more, and he lets you lead riding him slowly, him watching himself sink into you, holding onto your thighs.

"Look at you, taking me so well, you're so gorgeous."

His hands move to your hips, and you let him take control, pushing up hard into you, bouncing you onto him. He's controlling the pace, hips snapping against yours and you love it. He's hitting that spot just right and you feel him so deep, feel him pulse inside you.

“John, fuck, you feel so good, please…I,” he pulls you down, holding you tighter, his thrusts harder, losing rythmn and wrapping his arms around you, “come inside me…please...”

Feel his heartbeat pounding, every moan vibrates through you, hot skin against skin as you move together. Warmth filling you as he comes, the heat of his release heaven while you're so close.

"Let me take care of you,” he curves your hips, his hand slipping between you to rub your clit, "you gonna let go for me baby?”

"Yes, god, John, I can't...” you cry out, pleasure so overwhelming you're shaking against him. Whispering his name against his lips as he works you through, his eyes never leaving you.

"Fuck, y/n, you're perfect.”

Part of you is finally sated after months of wishing for this. All of you craving more, you'd take whatever he'd give you. Just to see the way he looked at you now, like you're everything.

You sigh against his lips. Lazily rocking your hips against his, not wanting to let him go. He runs his hands up your back and you shiver.

“Where the hell are you two?” Bucky's annoyed voice shouts from Walker's phone. He grabs for it, glaring at the screen, both of you yelling down at it.

“Not now Bucky!” He switches it off, smiling into your neck and you run your fingers through his hair.

"We're gonna be in trouble."

"Uh huh." He whispers with a smirk as he lowers you onto your back. He takes hold of your hand that's tangled in his hair, lifting it to his lips and places a kiss to your palm. Turning it over and moving it lower, skimming down your chest, over the curve of your breasts. Brushing your side and stomach. His gaze follows your joined hands and you react to each touch arching against him as he goes lower, pressing your fingers over your clit and down.

“They can wait, I want to watch you.”

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evnseokz · 9 months ago

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{ ☆ daddy - p.js }

pairing: dom! jay x f. reader

contents: p in v, rough sex, daddy kink, jay is kind of condescending and a lil mean, slight dacryphilia, pet name: baby, i think that’s it!

a.n: never written something like this before, w.c 753

your face was pushed into the mattress, and your back arched as jay fucked you roughly. your jaw was slack against the material of the sheets, drool starting to pool at the corners of your lips. all that can be heard in the room is skin slapping. he hits a particular place inside you that has you whining, “use your words, baby,” he taunts you. “m-more.” is all that comes out of your mouth as moans fall from your lips. within a second, jay leans into you, stilling his movements slightly as he wraps his arms around your waist before pulling you back against his chest to be parallel with him. as soon as he gets you where he wants you, his thrusts pick back up again; this new position has you seeing stars.

your head falls back onto his shoulder, hands wrapping around his own. incoherent babbles fall from your lips as jay continues fucking you dumb. you’re barely aware of what your saying when the name falls from your lips, but jay catches it immediately, slowing his thrusts down in the process. “what’d you just say?” his voice is thick with dominance, snapping you out of the trance you’ve been in. he is still moving in and out of you, but now at an almost agonizing pace. “i-i don’t know,” you mumble, eyes fluttering shut as you savor the feeling of him inside you. suddenly all of his movements halt, and one of his hands is reaching to grab you by your chin, forcing you to open your eyes and look him in the face.

he almost laughs at your fucked-out expression, “can’t hear you when you mumble, baby.” he pushes you further, moving his mouth to be right next to your ear as he waits for your response. “i said i d-don’t know,” you whine. this time jay does laugh, practically in your face. “you called me daddy, baby, so fucked out she called me daddy?” the words sound practically foreign coming out of his mouth, yet you can’t help the way arousal bubbles up in your stomach after hearing him say it. a blush coats your cheeks, your ears burning red at the realization of what slipped past your lips as you were zoning out. “y-you just feel so good,” you say to him, voice barely above a whisper.

jay has a smirk painted on his lips as his thrusts pick up again, still nowhere near the pace as before. his brows furrow as he focuses on his thrusts. “you gonna say it again, or do i need to fuck it out of you?” your head falls back against his shoulder again, eyes squeezing shut, “please, daddy. need it so bad,” you practically whine as the words come out of your mouth. he clicks his tongue, “need what, baby? hm?" he grins slightly, egging you on. “f-faster p-please,” you’re practically begging. and jay picks up the pace again immediately. hands gripping your body as he fucks into you with agility and speed, making you go cross-eyed in pleasure. your mouth falls open, moans pouring out as he fucks you hard and fast, and low grunts are heard from jay as he presses you further into him.

his tip is prodding at your cervix, and you can feel yourself getting close. “s-so close,” you mumble, muscles tightening with every thrust. “gonna cum for daddy, yeah?” jay barks at you, his hand flying down to rub fast-paced circles on your clit as he bounces you on his cock. tears start forming in your eyes as the knot in your stomach tightens, your release approaching any minute now. and with one last hard thrust, you’re sent over the edge, loud moans fall from your lips, and tears fall from your eyes as you squeeze them shut in ecstasy. jay isn’t far behind as he shoots his load into you, thrusting a few extra times, causing you to jolt in overstimulation. once he’s sure he’s emptied himself completely, he pulls out of you slowly, adjusting himself to where he’s fully sitting on the bed and turning you to face him, straddling his lap.

he scans your face, noticing your tear stained cheeks. “fuck baby, was i too rough?” he asks, his hand coming up to wipe at your cheeks. you shake your head. “not at all; it just felt so good,” you smile at him. jay laughs.

“called me daddy, and cried because i felt so good? i could get used to that.”

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jayparked · 6 months ago

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heeseung + 3

WARNINGS: toxic heeseung, teasing the TEASING, forced confession? slight possessive hee, hair pulling

WC: 633

"you gonna keep running to me every time you and your pathetic boyfriend break up?" heeseung grunts as he pulls on your ponytail, arching your body so he can position his cock to a new angle inside your fluttering walls.

you choke on your reply, a stifling moan taking the place of coherent words instead. one of heeseung's arms wraps around your midsection, holding you tightly against his body while he rolls his hips into you.

"you miss him so badly you can't go a full day without cock? hmm? or do you use me to forget him? which is it?" slowly he pulls his length out until just his tip is still inside before slamming it back inside you, grinding against you to make sure he's as deep as he can go, holding himself still until you answer him.

"i-...i-"

you feel his breath on the back of your neck, making your thoughts scramble in your mind. goosebumps erupt along your skin and you clench even harder around his length, heeseung wincing near your ear in response.

"c'mon, baby, use your words and i'll start moving again."

you can hear the smile behind his soft, low, chuckle. heeseung releases your hair from his hand and it feels like you can finally breathe properly again; your chest rising and falling quickly as you try to catch your breath. he smooths his hand over your hair, petting it back into place before trialing the same hand down your bare back.

"it's because i miss him and want to forget him." the words don't come out as genuine as you originally intended. instead, there's a pout to your tone, lips naturally pursing and hips moving slightly to feel him move inside you.

heeseung grabs your hips and stops your movements, he inhales a surprised gasp, laughing shortly after as he starts to thrust into you again relentlessly.

"it's neither of those things!" heeseung's devilish laugh doesn't stop, his movements fast and excited with his newfound discovery. "oh, you like me!"

"i do not!" you yelp, but you can't help the way your walls contract against his thick cock. his nails dig into the flesh of your hips even more, his body hovering over yours with the perfect amount of leverage to make his thrusts hard and deep.

"you run back to me because it's the only way you can have me again. i bet whenever you miss me and my cock you purposefully try to get him to break up with you so you can finally be pleased again.

"that's not true! i love him!"

heeseung chuckles again, slowing down his pace to a smooth languid rhythm, "that's sweet and all but does he touch you the way i touch you? fuck you the way i fuck you? mm, yeah, didn't think so." heeseung throws his head back and groans when you grind your ass against his pelvis.

"just shut up, heeseung." the anger bubbling up in your chest is suffocating and you hate that you can't straight up deny his allegations. it's something you didn't want to think about, something you've been avoiding for a very long time now. and having those feelings come to light while you're in a vulnerable position like this? probably the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you.

unrelenting, heeseung laughs again and flips you over. now, face to face, you can't avoid his confident smirk or the way his eyes sparkle under the soft room lights. his arms are on either side of your shoulders, perfectly caging you beneath him.

"you're mine, huh? always have been. oh, this is just too good, you made my day, baby. i'll make sure to make you feel so good you won't even bother with a loser like him ever again."

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slvtteez · 6 months ago

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♚ - Switch. | 강여상

✦ summary: when you decide to help your boyfriend, yeosang relieve stress after his attitude towards you and everyone around switches. ✦pairing: idol boyfriend! yeosang x fem! reader (ft. san, wooyoung, hongjoong briefly) ✦genre: smut!, idol au, brief fluff ✦word count: 3.1k ✦warning: smut!, dom!yeosang, fem reader, oral (m and f receives), yeosang is cold towards the reader, unprotected sex (don't condone please be safe), creampie (be safe), big dick! yeosang, vaginal fingering, hair pulling, rough sex, squirting!, praise, dirty talk, pet names (baby, princess), impact play (spanking), nipple play (slight), teasing, begging, cursing, fluff (brief)

this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a realistic representation of any of the real people mentioned!

nsfw content below. 18+ - mdni

Yeosang and I worked well together despite being the total opposite of each other. While I was the wild social butterfly extrovert that was down to try anything with anyone. Yeosang was the sweet homebody introvert who only wanted to spend time with me or the members. It worked for the both of us because we both equally loved doing what made each other happy and found joy in each other's hobbies.

I remember the moment he first introduced me to the members. The entire time they looked between me and Yeosang, huge smiles plastered on their faces watching us interact.

“Wah our Yeosangie, I never would’ve thought I’d see you like this with anyone but us.” Hongjoong exclaimed to the members. They each nodded in unison loving how you bought out Yeosang’s bubbly side even more.

“Don’t forget about me.” Wooyoung playfully pouted to Yeosang who only chuckled at his silliness. “Wooyoung, calm down.” San said, playfully tsking at him with a smile.

“Y/n is very special to me and I plan to be with her forever so let’s all live happily together!” Yeosang exclaimed, causing the members to coo and cheer for the both of you. You stared fondly into his eyes smiling at his cute declaration in front of the members.

‘He’s a keeper’ you thought to yourself.

We’ve been together for four years now and everything has been going more than well. I feel very fortunate to have met Yeosang and have the opportunity to call him mine. Our relationship is full of love, when there was an issue whether in our relationship or personal it was easy to come to each other, and we hold time for each despite Yeosang’s busy schedule.

That was up until recently.

Yeosang has been coming home from work acting a bit strange like a switch was flipped in his head. His new routine consisted of him trudging around the house cursing, showering, eating where he’d finally acknowledged me, barely, then he was locking himself away until it was time for bed. His attitude towards me was unlike I’ve ever seen in our entire relationship. When I tried to ask him what was wrong he’d scowl and brush me off.

Today I decided to cater to him hoping he’d open up a bit. I ordered his favorite food Yangnyeom chicken, his favorite snacks, and dessert hoping that through his stomach some tension would ease.

The minute he walked inside he released a loud sigh, muttering curse words under his breath. Hurriedly coming to greet him I'm met with a deep scowl etched in his face.

“Baby what’s wrong?” I ask, concerned about him.

“Don’t worry about it y/n.” Yeosang says curtly before walking off past me. I stand there stunned by his response, racking my mind on what could possibly be the issue today. Following him to the room I watch as he gathers his things to shower still muttering to himself. Feeling like there’s no other option, I wait for him to shower then call San.

“Hey y/n! how are you?” San happily greets you when he picks up the phone.

“Hey San. I’m doing okay…I just really need your help.” I say.

“Is it about Yeosang?” He asked, sighing into the phone.

‘So I guess it’s not just me who has been seeing his sudden change’ I think.

“Uhh yeah I’m not sure what’s going on and I’m really concerned about him. He refuses to say anything but I want to help if I’m able to.” I plead.

“Calm down y/n, lately we’ve been getting a lot of heat from the company about trivial matters, they’ve been nitpicking at him the most.” I sigh remembering an article I’d seen the other week where fans were criticizing their most recent performance.

“Oh I see.. Well, thank you San for this. I’ll talk to you later.” San bids his farewell and I hang up. ‘He just needs a stress reliever then’ I think to myself knowing just the way to do it.

When Yeosang gets out of the shower, I sit patiently at the table waiting for him to come out and eat dinner. “ Tah-dah!” I exclaim the minute Yeosang walks in. Showing off the display of his favorite food and snacks hoping it could help ease him just a bit. “Ahh thank you baby.” He says with a small smile. “I wanted to do something special for you today. You still have another surprise I’ll give you later!” I smile wiggling my eyebrows comically at him. Yeosang lets out a small chuckle while sitting down to start digging in.

Dinner goes by smoothly, the scowl now off of his face but stress still evident in his eyes. “So what’s this other surprise?” He questions eyebrow raised. Putting away the last of the cleaned dishes I only grin while shaking my head. “If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise baby.” “Ahh right.” Yeosang nods before walking off to the living room. With him now distracted by the tv I quickly start to execute my plan. I shower thoroughly and dress in a sexy red lace night dress Yeosang bought for me not long ago. “Here goes nothing.” I prepare myself in the mirror hoping this method can naturally take my man’s stress away.

“Yeosang, close your eyes!” I yell out to him from the bedroom. “Ahh right my surprise.” He says covering his eyes with his palms. I walk out making sure to dim the lights a little and stand in front of him holding a slice of his favorite cake.

“Now open them.”

Removing his hands, he blinks a few times adjusting his eyes before peering up at you amazed at the sight . He takes in your figure, loving the way the dress hugs you in the right places and exposes just enough for the imagination.

“Surprise baby.” I smile coyly, loving the way his eyes raked over my body. “Oh baby.” Yeosang mumbles lost for words.

“I just thought you could use a nice stress relief baby, so I prepared all of your favorite things to eat.” I state innocently.

Looking me in the eyes I see the dark gaze Yeosang has been possessing lately appear once again. “Is that so princess?” His now husky voice challenges a smirk growing on his lips. ‘Princess?’ Confused by the new nickname; I decided to play along with him. I nod back at him feeling small from his gaze. “I mean I do really really like this cake.” He stands up, inching forward, taking the plate from my hands. “But I think I have a taste for something very special right now.” Yeosang puts the plate down directing his attention back to me.

Taking a small step back I watch him move towards me with a grin on his face. “Have a seat princess.” He gestures towards the couch behind him. I make my way to the couch sitting as he instructed. He takes his seat next to me studying my breath subtly increasing at his closeness. “Princess, don't be shy. I don’t bite.” Yeosang states, voice deeper than before. Taking it upon myself I move to straddle his lap, loving the closeness.

Since his sudden mood change our intimacy decreased to just small pecks here and there.

“I want to help take all of your stress away baby.” I say in a slight whisper. I begin trailing small kisses on his collar bone, moving toward his jaw until I’m hovering over his lips.

“Can you use me as your stress reliever baby?” I whisper eyes looking seductively between his eyes and lip.

In a flash Yeosang grabs my hair, roughly pressing his lips against mine. Our lips wrestle vigorously against each other with greed. A slight moan escapes me as Yeosang nips at my bottom lip tugging lightly at the flesh. He slips his tongue in my mouth and mint fills my senses. Unconsciously, I grind my hips on Yeosang’s already swollen bulge earning a loud groan from him. His grip on my hair tightens as he pulls away from the kiss; lips red and swollen. “Who told you to move?” He questions. “You’re mine to use right? You do as I say.” He growls clutching my hair even tighter, earning a whimper from me stilling my movements.

Letting go of my hair Yeosang brings his hands to my breast, smirking at the way my nipples instantly perk up from the indirect contact. "My needy princess.” He whispers, ghosting his fingers over both nubs. I let out a shaky breath feeling a shiver course through my body as he continued teasingly playing with them.

Desperate to feel more, I inch my way up his lap getting as close as I possibly can to him. Settling down my pussy finally fully aligned with his cock. “Sneaky girl.” Yeosang tsked shaking his head coolly. "Baby I want more.” I whined, not satisfied with his teasing actions on my nipples. With that he roughly pinched both nipples, rubbing them between his fingertips. I wince a little at the sudden action feeling a shock of pleasure run to my core. I could feel my juices dripping and knew Yeosang could feel it as well through his satin pajama pants

“I need you to be a bit more patient princess.” He coos.

Letting my nipples go, Yeosang goes to remove his shirt revealing his toned muscles. Our couple tattoo decorated the right side of his chest, red ink bright just like when we first got it. He removes my dress leaving me fully bare for his eyes only. “No wonder your juices are soaking my pants princess. You didn’t even bother to put on any panties.” I giggled shyly at Yeosang’s words knowing there was a flood brewing between my legs. “That’s so fucking sexy!” He says pulling me down into a passionate kiss. His fingers trail lightly up and down my thigh, inching closer to my pussy with each stroke. I whimper into the kiss, starting to feel more frustrated from the lack of contact.

Breaking the kiss, Yeosang moves me off of his lap, onto his side. My jaw drops being able to see just how much I soaked through Yeosang’s pants. He chuckles, taking off his pants in one swift movement. “I want to see you bend over while you suck my cock.” He commands. Getting on my hands and knees making sure to perk my ass up; I lean into his lap taking his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped the minute his flesh touched my tongue. A mixture of his precum and my juices swirled in my mouth deliciously.

Though I loved receiving, I can't deny that sucking Yeosang’s cock turned me on even more. His thick cock filled my mouth entirely, continuously leaking precum down my throat. The moans that came from his mouth fueled me to go deeper and deeper even when I’ve reached my limits. My core was instantly leaking from the taste of his cock alone.

I took as much of him as I could down my throat, stroking the remaining with my hands. “Yes princess there you go.” Yeosang groaned, slapping my ass. I moaned out loving the stinging sensation as well as having his cock in my mouth. “Ah you like that?” He asks, earning a nod and another moan from me. He smacked my ass harder this time, getting another muffled moan from me. I bob enthusiastically on his cock loving the praise he gave me each time I took him deeper.

Coming up for air, I looked up catching Yeosang’s hooded eyes watching my backside. Looking in between my legs I gasp, being met with a huge puddle soaking the couch. “That’s all you princess.” He spoke, rubbing my ass sensually. “Please touch me.” I whimper up at him. “Where do you want me to touch?" He questioned. “Here” Yeosang smacked my ass harder than before prompting me to squeal. “Or here?” His fingers skate over my wet folds, slightly rubbing my clit. I loudly moan my approval, desperation quickly coming back. “Which —.” “My pussy! Please baby I can’t take it any more!” I plead, interrupting his sentence.

Getting what he needed, Yeosang redirects me back to his cock, then begins rubbing his fingers up and down my folds again with more intention. “Your pussy is so beautiful and wet. All mine.” He grunts circling my clit with slight force. Arching deeply, I desperately twirled my hips around spewing incoherent words from my mouth. My task completely went from my mind as I felt my orgasm approaching. “Yes Yeosang. F-fuck baby please I need this.” I begged. He stopped, quickly flipping me on my back, kneeling in front of the couch between my legs. “I need to taste you.” His mouth made contact with my clit sucking vigorously. Inserting two fingers into my hole I felt my juices gush out as he plunged deeper, earning a growl from Yeosang. Hungrily eating me out I gripped his hair tightly knowing after a few more strokes I’d be coming. “I’m gon-na cu-“ the words stuck in my throat. I began shaking violently, eyes rolling to the back of my head, arching off of the couch as my orgasm took over. Yeosang’s fingers curled faster, his mouth moved rapidly. Clear liquid gushed from me coating his face. I let out a scream at the intensity. Yeosang continued, helping me ride out my high before removing his fingers and slurping up the rest of my juices

“Yum.” He smiles, licking his lips, face still dripping. I hid my face embarrassed not knowing I was capable of squirting that much. “Don’t hide, princess. I love it.” Leaning down, Yeosang removed my hands and kissed me gently. “I love all of your juices.” He smirks.

Picking me up he walks us into the bedroom laying me down on the edge of the bed. I watch as he strokes his cock, peering down at me spread out on the bed. “I’m not gonna be so gentle today princess. Sorry in advance.” Yeosang slowly eases his cock little by little inside of me groaning. I moan loving how he stretched me out with every inch. After a while he bottoms out filling me completely. “Move baby.” I moan out wanting to feel more. Yeosang starts off gently, taking a few inches out and slowly pushing back in. “You’re so tight.” He groans deeply, circling his hips. Increasing his speed his hips smack against my ass, pulling out fully then plunging back inside of me roughly.

With each stroke my breath is knocked out of me, my moans being cut off short. I grip the sheets tightly trying to steady myself from the force. Mouth agape, Yeosang ponds harshly into my pussy filling the house with nothing but the sound of skin slapping against each other and the bed rapidly hitting the wall. “Fuck—“ He growls out watching me struggle to release a single noise.

“You wanted to be my stress reliever, right princess?" "You wanted me to use your holes to release stress huh?” He taunts loving the way your face scrunched up while taking his cock.

“Answer me!” He booms, slapping my pussy sending electricity through my body. I release the longest and loudest moan of my life, finally catching my breath. “Fuck yes baby! Please use me! Please use my holes!” I screamed out loving how he pounded into me. I was high off his cock feeling myself slowly lose control over my senses.

Hearing this Yeosang pulls out, flipping me onto my hands and knees. Slamming back into my pussy he slaps my ass over and over again loving the screams that came out of my mouth. “Arch how I like it.” He commands pressing down on my back. His cock going even deeper than before hitting my sweet spot directly. I gasp at the sensation, trying to match Yeosang’s strokes chasing my incoming orgasm. “I’m coming baby.” I shout, clenching and unclenching around his cock, legs spasming uncontrollably I feel my juices gush out again as my orgasm crashes into me. “Yes princess cum all over my cock.” He praises continuously pounding into me.

Gripping my hips tightly Yeosang slows down his pace moving my body back and forth. “You’re. Taking. Me. So. Well.” He coos snapping his hips into me sharply after each word. I moan loudly feeling him hit my sweet spot again. “Where do you want me to cum princess?” He asks, resuming his strokes like normal. “Inside of me baby.” I wiggle around being met with a slight smack to my ass.

Groaning out I enjoy the now slow deep strokes Yeosang does. Hearing his moans causes me to clench tighter around his cock. “Moan some more for me baby.” I beg. His cock twitches inside of me at my plea prompting me to moan out. “Princess I’m so close.” He moans out loudly, speeding up slightly. “I want you to cum for me one more time.” He snakes his arm between me to rub my clit. I move my hips circularly, stimulating us both. “Just like that.” He moans fucking me more erratically. I feel my orgasm quickly approaching again bracing myself for the impact. “I’m coming.” Yeosang groans. His cock twitched inside of me, planting his seed deep inside my pussy. With a few more wild strokes I quickly follow behind, coming undone underneath him. We both flop down onto the bed trying to catch our breaths.

After our breathing settles Yeosang stands up “I’ll go run us a bath baby.” He walked out of the room allowing me to rest more. Coming back he picks me up bridal style placing me in the tub between his legs. I sigh loving how the hot water relieves the tension from my body. A comfortable silence takes over for a moment before Yeosang speaks up.

“I’m really sorry y/n.” He sighs. “I haven’t been treating you the best lately because of my own problems. I know it’s no excuse but I really hope you can forgive me.”

Taking in his words I turn to embrace him in a hug. “It’s okay baby. I forgive you.” I press light kisses on his head. “Please don’t shut me out like that again though. We’re a team, remember?” I bring his head up to peer into his eyes. Yeosang nods “I promise you I won’t do this again.”

Satisfied, I lean in for a kiss. Passionately exploring each other's mouths allowing the tension between us to finally be released. We bathe each other, finally calling it a night after finally indulging in the cake I brought.

“I love you y/n.” Yeosang says, nuzzling his nose in my neck as we cuddle in bed. “I love you too.” I kissed his head as we both drifted off to sleep.

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haikyuubby · 6 months ago

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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ; h. shinso

↳ ੈ‧₊˚ ┊͙ “watch me turn your mind into my home.”

✭ - smut, female reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: face sitting, fucking, usage of shinso’s quirk.

“god hitoshi, you always know how to make me feel so good.”

right now, i was sitting on hitoshi’s face.

his tongue drew circles between my lips, making me feel immense amounts of pleasure.

“i’m here to make you feel good, y/n.” he responds, grabbing my thighs and holding me down.

my back arches at his words, heat spreading all throughout my body.

we decided to try out something new: face sitting.

i was always too nervous to try something like this before, so it took a while for me to warm up to the idea of it.

to add to this, we’ve tossed around the idea of using hitoshi’s quirk during sex before, too.

i bite my lip trying to stay quiet.

i feel his large hands lift me up from him, placing me beside of him.

“wait, why did you do that—“

“if we’re going to be trying new things out, i want to be able to hear you.”

feelings of both fear and excitement bubble up inside of me, already knowing what’s going to happen next.

“can i use my quirk on you?” he asks.

“yes.”

as soon as i answer, i feel my mind go foggy.

the feeling of being brainwashed is similar to sleep paralysis; i’m aware of my surroundings but i can’t move or speak on my own.

i feel hitoshi lay me down on the bed, slowly rubbing his dick between my folds

after a minute of his teasing, he starts sliding his dick inside of me.

“don’t hold back your sounds, okay?” hitoshi says.

involuntary breathy moans fall from my lips, due to his command.

he starts moving in and out of me at at a comfortable but fast paced.

hitoshi’s hands are digging into my sides, making my body move against his smoothly.

“tell me, am i making you feel good, y/n?” he asks.

“yes, you’re making me feel so good hitoshi.” i respond, not having any other choice but to.

hitoshi moves his mouth towards my neck, starting to kiss and suck on my skin.

this action causes me to whimper a bit, he knows that my neck is sensitive.

hitoshi looks up and taps the side of my face with his hand.

as he does this, he breaks the brainwashed daze i was in.

“sorry, i would’ve kept you under my control for longer but i missed your natural responses.” he says.

“it’s okay…that was so interesting.” i respond.

for a second, i forgot that he was inside of me.

i felt his dick twitch, signaling that he wanted to continue what we were doing prior to this conversation.

“i bet it was, i’ll do that again sometime.”

after he says that, i lean myself up to give him a kiss.

shortly after, he starts thrusting inside of me again, more needily and impatiently this time.

hitoshi moves my legs to where they’re over his shoulders, allowing him to penetrate himself deeper inside of me.

“god, hitoshi— you feel so good~”

i analyze his flushed face, his violet locks fall on each side of his cheeks, making him look incredibly handsome at this very moment.

“f-fuck, do you mind if i cum inside of you?” he asks.

i shake my head no, knowing that i’ll probably regret letting him do that to me later.

after he asks that, it was only a matter of seconds before i feel a familiar warm substance flow inside of me.

hitoshi keeps thrusting into me, obviously wanting me to cum too.

“hitoshi, i’m gonna cum-“ as soon as i say this, my back arches, and i feel as if i’m seeing stars.

after i came on him, he pulls out and lays down beside me.

“so, what’d you think of that?” he asks.

“it was amazing, hitoshi.” i respond, cuddling up next to him.

we then talked about how we’d approach using his quirk next time we fucked.

“by the way, i want you to sit on my face again. you need to stop worrying so much about that, it’s for your benefit.” he says, out of the blue.

i shake my head in approval, taking in the depth of his words.

“i’m so lucky to have you.” i say to him.

“i’m the one who’s lucky, y/n.”

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glassbxttless · 1 month ago

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I Love You, You Idiot

michael (hoard) x fem!reader

word count: 2.0k+

summary: Michael is forced to deal with an insecurity of his after he realizes you capture the attention of other men by just existing.

warnings: angst, jealousy, swearing, there’s a fight but yall make up

notes: the last two michael fics i’ve posted have been smut, so you get a little angst to break it up. big thanks to @getaapologist for reading this over and biggest thanks to @peachyproserpina for editing this for me!

You notice it in small ways at first. It’s in the way Michael’s jaw tightens when you laugh too hard at someone else’s joke, and the way his hand finds your hip just a little faster in public, like he’s claiming you, something he can do subtly to let the whole world know— this one’s mine. You notice it in the way he kisses you harder when you come back to him after leaving the bathroom, or even in how his eyes dart over your shoulder to see who you were chatting with.

You think maybe it’s nothing at first, it’s just a little flare of that protectiveness you’ve come to know and love. But it starts to twist deep in your stomach.

Everything really starts to go to shit with that stupid work picnic— there’s plastic chairs and lukewarm burgers and one of the new hires, Jake, leaning a little too close to you when he laughs at your story. You didn’t really think anything of it, you had barely noticed yourself, but Michael saw it from across the lawn. Leaving him to bite into the hot dog on his plate, trying to rid himself of the feeling clawing its way out of his chest.

That night, he’s quieter than usual on the drive home. He doesn’t reach for your thigh like he usually does, nor does sing along badly to the radio, flashing those pretty brown heart eyes at you the entire time. And when you finally ask if he’s alright, he just shrugs in response.

“‘M fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

It festers between you. The silence. The weight inside of him. And you try to shake it off— all until something finally snaps in the kitchen a few days later— You’re halfway through unpacking the takeaway when you feel it in the way he moves. There’s a weird tension rolling off him like steam. Michael’s always loved you loudly. He wasn’t afraid to say it. To kiss your head, your cheek, your shoulder as he stepped around you. He’s always been a bit rough around the edges, but this was different. The way he’s rattling through the paper take-out bags alongside you and slamming the contents onto the counter is different than even the annoyance you’ve seen him wear from time to time. You watch him for a second, your brows furrowed in confusion.

“You alright?”

“Fine.”

It’s flat, clipped. He’s not fine.

You try again, reaching out to press your hand against his shoulder, leaning in to ask. “They forgot the garlic naan?”

“Nope.” He responded, shrugging your hand away from him as he’s still not looking at you. He’s still moving like his hands are full of anger. He pulls out two boxes, shoves one toward you without checking the contents, nor meeting your eye.

You take a breath, trying to keep the tone of the evening light, even if Michael is doing anything but. “Okay… this one’s probably yours. Smells like you. Full spice and internal rage.”

You’ve made the joke so many times over the past year, and it usually earns you that stupid grin that you love so much. But tonight it gets nothing. You blink as the silence grows. “Michael.”

“What?”

“You’re being really weird… and I don’t really like it.”

“Oh, I’m being weird?” He scoffs.

You pause, a frown tugging at your lips. “Yes. You are.”

He lets out a sharp laugh and he finally looks at you— his jaw is set, his eyes dark, but you can see the whirlwind of hurt bubbling up beneath them. “Right. Okay. Sorry I’m not chipper enough for you tonight, Darlin’. Must be real hard for you, havin’ to deal with me after you’ve been out bein’ the life of the fuckin’ party.”

Your stomach drops, you look at him, confused. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, Mick?”

“It means,” he snaps as soon as the name leaves your mouth, throwing his hands out in a desperate show of his emotions, “that I’m sick of watchin’ every fuckin’ bloke within ten feet of you act like you’re free fuckin’ game just ‘cause I don’t wear a suit or talk like some Oxford prick.”

You stare at him, blinking away the burn in your eyes. “Seriously?”

“That lad at your job’s picnic? The one with the floppy hair and the posh fuckin’ sandals? He was practically climbin’ into your lap—”

“You’re kidding? We were talking about music, Michael. I was being polite.”

“Oh yeah?” he spits, anger piling up even higher than it had been. “That what you call it? All that laughin’ and leanin’ in like he was sayin’ the funniest shit you’ve ever heard in your life?”

“It was a conversation, Michael.” Your voice is softer now, trying to wrap your head around Michael’s unfortunate breakdown.

He’s pacing the small space behind the sofa in the living room. His eyes are tired, and he runs a hand through his hair too many times like he doesn’t know where exactly to put them. “It’s every time, babe. Every fuckin’ time we go out— someone’s lookin’ at you like they wanna take my place. And I’ve got nothin’. I wear hi-vis to work, I come home smellin’ like bins, and I’m supposed to just be grateful you’re still standin’ next to me.”

You recoil like he’s slapped you. “What the fuck, Michael?”

He stops talking, but he’s still breathing hard. His eyes are still burning but he’s softer now. Regret starting to creep into every bone in his body. But it’s too late. He’s already said it and you’re already hurt.

You shake your head, voice barely above a whisper. “Do you really think that’s what this is? That I’m just… settling for you? That I don’t love you with my entire heart?”

He doesn’t answer that.

You press on, and sniffle back a tear, “That I’m only here because no one better’s asked yet?”

Still you get nothing. Just his clenched fists and a clenched jaw.

Your voice cracks. “I love you, you fucking idiot.”

His face folds in, just slightly. If you weren’t paying attention closely, you likely would’ve missed it. He wants to believe you but he can’t. Not fully. At least, not right now.

“You could have anyone,” he mumbles, he looks up but he won’t meet your eyes. “Why the fuck would you choose me?”

“Because I want you.”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t.”

That one hits like a gut punch. You flinch, staring at him, hoping he’d take it back. Please take it back.

“Maybe,” he says again, quieter now, “you shouldn’t.”

Silence spreads between you then. It’s thick and it’s awful. It might be the worst feeling you’ve ever felt if you’re being honest. What makes it worse is that he’s already turning away before the tears even hit your eyes. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

You want to yell at him. Want to drag him back and scream don’t you dare walk away from me like that, but all the fight leaves your body in one heavy exhale. You just stand there, chest heaving, lips trembling. Maybe you shouldn’t replaying over and over and over in your head.

“Fine,” you finally whisper in response. “Go.”

And he does.

You hear the blanket get yanked off the back of the couch. The muttered curse as he flops down onto the cushions too hard. The couch creaks under the weight of him, but otherwise the rest of your flat goes still. You’re left standing there in the kitchen with now cold curry in your hands, wondering what the hell even just happened. So gently, you place the takeout container down onto the counter and make your way back to your shared bedroom.

And you just sit in bed alone. Your knees hugged to your chest, blinking back angry tears. You could go out there, pull him back in, make him fucking talk to you about this— but he’s shut down now. You remind yourself that he does this from time to time. Remind yourself he gets inside his own head and starts kicking down the walls, tearing through everything before you can patch the first hole up.

You’re too tired to stay upright, so you lie down. And you wait.

Eventually, the thoughts in your head die down. And all you can hear is the creak of your old couch when he shifts his body. You’d rather be hearing anything else right now. There’s a soft thump when he pulls the blanket tighter around him. You stare at the ceiling, hands crossed over your belly, and really try not to cry.

And it’s not long before you hear the padding of heavy footsteps coming down the hall. You close your eyes and then you can hear the hesitant squeak of your bedroom door opening.

You don’t move one bit. You just continue lying still, facing the wall.

Michael slips into the room quietly like he’s trying not to wake you. Then the mattress dips down behind you as he climbs in under the blankets slowly. He smells like stale cigarette smoke and the faintest trace of the fancy bathroom soap your mother had given as a gift, like he washed his face and didn’t bother drying it all the way.

He doesn’t say anything at all at first. He just leans in close to you and presses a kiss to the back of your neck. It’s soft. Quiet. Akin to an apology. Then you feel his arm slide around your waist under the duvet. His voice is barely a whisper, brushing against your skin, when it comes. It’s thick and heavy as if he’d been crying just a bit. “‘M sorry.”

You don’t turn around, but you reach for his hand that’s now resting at your hip and lace your fingers through his tightly. “I know you are,” you say softly.

“I was a dickhead.” You were.

“You were upset.” Don’t make excuses for him.

There’s silence between you for a moment— stretching thin with uncertainty— but not as tense as before. The only sound in the room is the hum of the box fan in the window. Michael runs hot at night, and it helps just a little. Then he lets out a breath, shaky, quiet, almost indiscernible. You feel his forehead rest gently against your shoulder blade and his lips brush your skin once more. His fingers curl around yours just a little tighter. “I just… I dunno, darlin’. You’re too good for me. It feels like everyone else knows it, too. And I’m just playin’ house. Waitin’ for you to get sick of playin’ pretend.”

That one hurts for your heart to hear.

You turn in his arms slowly, finally, and then face him in the dark. From the moonlight shining through the window, you can see that his eyes are red-rimmed, lashes wet. You don’t bring it up. You don’t need to. You just cup his cheek with one hand and whisper, “Michael, you’re the only one I want. You know that, don’t you?”

He nods, just barely.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you tell him quietly, your thumb brushing his cheekbone. “No matter how jealous of my coworkers you get. No matter how many times you try to push me away. You’re stuck with me.”

He gives a short, broken laugh. Then he shakes his head.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re mine. I’m yours. That’s it.”

He pulls you close to his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He wants to be as close as he can. And he tries to press closer, his body flush against yours, like he’s trying to crawl inside you and stay there forever.

“I love you,” he whispers. “So fuckin’ much it hurts sometimes.”

You kiss the crown of his head, your arms sliding around him to just hold him as comfortingly as you can. “I love you, too. Even when you’re an asshole.”

“Yeah. I know.”

His grip on your waist tightens, and this time, when sleep comes and pulls you under, it takes you both with it. Tethered together in each other’s arms. Safe and reassured.

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ozarkthedog · 1 year ago

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Awhile ago you wrote a fanfic of someone using their gold chain and pendant to keep you quiet and now that I’m staring at all this new Lucien content that’s all I can think about 😵‍💫

Dropping his chain into your mouth as he has you pinned up against that garden wall to help you keep quiet from the rest of the party goers 😮‍💨

yeah ok, babes, i got you. i moved them to a bedroom cause i think it’s naughtier. 🙃

18+ mdni — warnings: lucien flores x afab!reader. sex with a stranger. he makes you suck on his chain. feral sex. creampie. no spoilers. w.c. 486

Another powerful thrust has your lips dropping open, a frantic moan bubbling from the tight confines of your throat as he harshens his hold on your hips and cruelly grinds the base of his pelvis against your clit.

Lucien tuts his tongue and shakes his head dismissively. The sound makes you feel small, like a child caught stealing.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He husks, leaning in to swipe his tongue across your lips, earning him another gasp. He tips his head toward his chest, his salt and peppered chin shifting as he clenches his jaw. From under his hooded, dark eyes, he burrows into your soul. “You wan' everyone to hear you fuckin’ a strange man's cock?

Your insides swirl with nervous arousal. This wasn’t like you. You’ve never fucked someone within hours of meeting them, but the moment you caught Lucien's eye across the small dining room, you knew you’d never be the same.

“As much as I love hearin’ you whimper,” he lets his words hang in the dimly lit guest bedroom before thumbing at your trembling bottom lip. “Open up, baby,” he commands, reaching for his chains.

You let him invade your space, parting your splayed thighs even wider and practically smothering you into the soft bedding. He drops one of his golden chains past your parted lips and into your mouth. “Thatta girl.” You suck on the small metal emblem without thinking. You’re so dumbstruck, and you only want to make him happy.

“Keep that pretty mouth shut. Don’t wan' anyone interruptin’ us.” He grits, forcing the tendons in his neck to swallow hard as your cunt swirls around his length.

He cants his hips and drives home, pushing past your tight, slick opening and deep into your warmth. Your eyes roll back as he molds your insides around him. He’s so fucking big you can practically feel him in your belly.

He snickers above you, shoving his hips harder as a muffled moan rumbles from your closed lips. “Lookin’ so fuckin' pretty with your holes filled.” he drawls, pawing at your hips and pulling you back onto his cock. Your cunt quivering at his words. “You like bein’ fucked by a strange man? Havin’ him take you apart in your friend's house?”

Blazing white heat erupts in your belly. He was right. You loved every depraved minute of this. Of him. Your core clenches, choking his cock as you come with a ragged, muted moan. He hisses, jaw clenching hard as he frantically thrusts his slick-coated cock past your vice-like opening. “You gonna take everythin’ I give ya, yeah?” he snarls, barring his teeth.

He doesn’t wait for a response before he comes. A deep, gravel-filled moan tumbles from his parted lips as he fills you to the brim and presses himself as deep as he can go until you’re a mewling mess around his cock and chain.

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

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mostly-marvel-musings · 1 month ago

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I think there's something that would embarrass Tony even more: Maria showing his girlfriend all his baby pictures. Tony has a reputation to uphold... pictures of him naked with a bucket on his head aren't exactly good for his image.

“Buckethead: The Origin Story”

A/N: Okayyyy more from the chronicles of the Sassy Stark Household 💁🏻‍♀️

Pairing: young! Tony Stark x Reader

Warning: none!

The Stark estate in upstate New York is basking in the soft glow of a summer afternoon. Birds are chirping, the garden is thriving, and inside the grand, sunlit living room—Tony Stark is experiencing the worst moment of his life.

You’re perched on the velvet chaise beside Maria Stark, sipping citrusy iced tea and flipping through a well-preserved, leather-bound photo album that looks deceptively innocent. Tony, freshly 22 and riding high on his arrogant little rocket of a reputation, is lounging nearby. Except now, he’s realized too late what’s happening.

“Oh no. No, no, no,” he says, lunging forward as Maria turns the page with a sly grin. “Mother, we talked about this. Boundaries. Respect. A smidge of self-preservation?”

Maria hums nonchalantly. “Oh please, darling. If she’s going to date a Stark, she deserves to know what she’s getting into.”

Page one: A chubby toddler Tony with frosting on his nose, gleefully smashing a birthday cake.

Page two: A tiny, naked Tony in a bubble bath, wearing a tiara, surrounded by rubber ducks.

Page three: The pièce de résistance. Naked toddler Tony with a bucket on his head, standing proudly in the middle of the lawn like some kind of metallic baby messiah.

You choke on your drink, barely holding it together. “Is that… is he saluting?”

Howard strolls in, sees the page, and immediately chuckles.

You blink. “Is he… holding a wooden spoon like a scepter?”

Maria beams. “He called himself ‘The Supreme King of the Garden.’ We weren’t allowed to harvest tomatoes for a week. He took his rule very seriously.”

“I wanted to get him a throne. Maria vetoed it.”Howard snorts.

Tony groans so hard it shakes the chandelier. “That’s because you were both enablers!”

“Oh please,” Maria says, flipping the page. “You invented a pretend kingdom, demanded to be addressed as Your Royal Leafiness, and tried to knight the lawnmower. We’re lucky the neighbors didn’t call child services.”

Howard clinks glasses with her. “They were just jealous.”

You’re wheezing now, pointing at the next photo—tiny Tony wrapped in toilet paper like a mummy, standing in front of a Halloween decoration he clearly tried to upstage. “What was the theme here?”

“Chaos,” Maria answers, deadpan. “He said ‘Mummy Tony returns… to seek vengeance upon bedtime.’”

Tony looks physically pained. “I can never run for office now.”

“You were never going to run for office,” Howard says. “You once tried to bribe a senator with Capri Suns.”

“And a toy car,” Maria adds. “Very persuasive.”

Tony flops dramatically onto the nearby armchair, face buried in his hands. “I hate this family.”

You lean over and press a kiss to his forehead, your voice filled with mock sympathy. “I don’t know. I think Your Royal Leafiness has a nice ring to it.”

Howard raises his glass. “Long may he reign.”

Tony’s only response is a loud groan and a vow to incinerate every album in the house.

The photo album has been closed—mercifully—but the roasting has only just begun.

Tony is sulking in an armchair, long legs draped over the armrest, face buried in his hands like a man enduring unspeakable trauma. You, on the other hand, are glowing. Positively thriving.

“Howard,” you say sweetly, “were there… other incidents?

Tony lifts his head, eyes wide. “No! Dad. Don’t you dare.”

Howard, already settling into storytime posture with his drink, grins like a man who’s waited decades for this moment. “Oh, she deserves to know, son. Especially if she’s going to be subjected to your… ‘genius’ on a daily basis.”

Tony gestures wildly. “It was strategic innovation! I was four!”

Maria sips her tea, entirely unbothered. “He staged a full coup. In his nursery.”

You turn to her. “Like… a pretend game?”

“Oh no,” Howard says, clearly delighted. “This kid—your boyfriend decided nap time was a fascist construct and launched a rebellion using teddy bears, LEGOs, and string cheese as provisions.”

You’re laughing already, but Howard’s on a roll now.

“We walked in one afternoon, and the entire room was barricaded. He’d stacked pillows against the door, built a ‘watchtower’ out of books, and taped a sign to the wall that said ‘No Rules, Just Tony.’”

Maria adds, “He was wearing his Star Wars pajamas and a colander on his head. Looked like a deranged general.”

“I engineered a defense perimeter!” Tony protests. “The bears had rank structure! One of them had a walkie-talkie!”

Howard nods solemnly. “Yeah, the walkie-talkie that only connected to a Barbie phone in the living room. He used it to demand terms.”

You wheeze. “What were the terms?”

Maria smiles. “No naps. Unlimited chocolate milk. And full creative control of the TV remote.”

Howard grins. “And a pony.”

Tony groans. “You were supposed to forget this.”

“Son,” Howard says, raising his glass, “when your kid turns his crib into a war bunker and holds his own stuffed animals hostage? That sticks with a man.”

You glance at Tony, who looks like he’s contemplating time travel just to slap Baby Him upside the head.

“Honestly,” you say, nudging him gently, “I think it’s kind of impressive. Revolutionary, even.”

Tony squints at you. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Oh, immensely.”

Later when the house has quieted down, you overhear Maria and Howard chuckling fondly over how a precocious but toddler Tony— once tucked in his bed, would wish them good night with the cutest whisper of ‘I love you a thousand’.

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lovelykil · 4 months ago

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AWSF?──

killua ♪

someone req some angst but I can't find the req so ermmm here 🤓☝🏾 I'll proof read later

the day killua described the uncontrollable feelings he had for you, you were appalled. It was at the movie theaters on a friend hangout with Gon. Out of all places he chose to be weird, he chose the day you guys all hang out.

besides this obvious flaw, you stood in shock, frozen with utter confusion in the dimly lit hallway outside the theater room. The halls were empty, popcorn scattered across the red dirtied floor. The silence was so weird and unusual.

made Killua's skin crawl.

he desperately needed to hear your response, a peep, a yell—anything! And he eventually did, but it wasn't the response he hoped for.

friends with benefits was what you offered him besides a relationship. Your defense was "relationships are scary...! And I don't think I'm ready." Which he fully understood, and thought about this new development. Hell, it was better than nothing right?

so he agreed. Then a kiss of utter passion took place in that hallway. Your lips were addictive and intoxicating to him, he couldn't get enough of you. He knew this "relationship" you two had wasn't exactly the ideal one he had pictured in his mind, but maybe this FWB wouldn't be so bad. After all,

this was a dirty secret you shared, together.

but as months went on, kiss after kiss, flirting after flirting, and even one night of pure intimacy occurring in your bedroom, your arms wrapping around his bare sweaty skin as he thrusts himself into you one last time before pulling out with a dazed look in his dark blue eyes.

your hands instinctively touch his flushed face and you kiss his nose so tenderly before whispering, "i love you killua."

you still never wanted a relationship with him.

he watches you get ready to go out with some idiotic guy, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Why? He asks himself. And when he gets mad at you for seeing other people, his heart shatters into bits of pieces every time you yell the words

"we're not dating, we're friends!"

it then it sinks in, you're right you two aren't dating.

but why do you kiss him like you do? Touch him so utterly tenderly with such affection like you do? Even TELL HIM you love him.

why?? Is all he asks himself. It's driving him insane the way you act and one night he loses it.

. . .

"why do you even go out with him, huh? He's an idiot!" Killua raises his voice at you, frustration and possessiveness driving him to the edge. You rise from your bed and walk up to him, "and why the hell do you care Killua? You shouldn't because we're not even dating. So stop acting like a jealous prick." You firmly reply, irritation bubbling inside you.

the two of you stare intently at each other, brows furrowing and hearts pounding in your chests. The tension in the air growing thicker with each passing second.

"jealous prick huh? I'll show you fucking jealous." He snaps before slamming his lips into yours taking you by surprise. He begins to pour his pent-up frustration and uncontrollable desire into the heated kiss. Even pushing you into the bed to devour your lips so hungrily and animalistic.

his pale, slender but strong hands roam beneath the fabric of your sleepwear as he presses himself against you. You want to fight back, push him off you're so fucking irritated with him but aroused at the same time.

you can't help but moan into the wild kiss as you feel his digits explore your bare naked skin. Your body shivers with excitement feeling his pelvis against yours.

your moans send him into a daze he cannot get out of, it's like he's stuck in a dream. He doesn't want to wake up from it. The silverette squeezes the plush of your skin with frustration yet kisses you with affection as his tongue overlaps with yours.

your hips, your stomach, your sweet mounds he doesn't miss a curve on your body when exploring under your shirt, he's lost all sense of control all he is thinking about is you and his utter need for you.

but do you want him the way he wants you? Do you crave his sweet lips the way he craves yours? These thoughts play on a loop just fueling his frustration because he knows you do.

you just won't fucking admit it.

"killua... stop.. what are you doing?" You manage to breathe out. He ignores your breathless question and continues to let out his frustration on your lips and body. You moan some more feeling his lips on your neck.

killua growls against your skin in appreciation, now feasting upon your sweet neck with his teeth and lips. You protest some more but he ignores you, solely focused on leaving marks on you to show people you are HIS. Not anyone else's.

but as the real irritation settles back in, your brows furrowing together, you finally grasp the realization of the situation and push him off with a yell.

"I said stop! Jesus!" Your eyes narrow up at him, your elbows prompting your weight on the bed. He's not caught off guard by the push, he expected it from you but a little sooner. The rhythm of his labored breath matches your own as you stare into his shadow-veiled face, the both of you coming down from whatever the fuck just happened.

"you wanted to see jealous, why are you getting mad now?" Killua finally speaks. He lifts his head to reveal his dark blue eyes. You roll your eyes and rub your face, "my god I should've never fucking kissed you."

you mutter under your breath.

your words dont go unnoticed, Killua folds his arms to his chest, "why, you didn't enjoy it?" He sarcastically asks. You sit up from your bed and look him straight in the eye.

"no, because you're acting like this—crazy." You growl. A silence falls again, the air heavy.

his eyes meet with yours and for the first time you see him falter, you watch them narrow downward before he speaks firmly. "I only act like this because I am inlove with you Y/n. I am so utterly obsessed with you to the point I can't even function when you're not around. Of course I get jealous when you go out with other guys, are you a fucking idiot or what?"

he looks back at you.

you freeze in place, taken back by his straightforward confession. Once you calm down your eyes flicker away, "if you can't control your feelings, then—"

"are you kidding me?" He interrupts with a bitter faint laugh—scoff more like. "I've tried, believe me. I've bit my tongue more times than I can remember. I've tasted my own blood just for you. But when you look at me, you don't look at me like a friend Y/n," Killua takes a step closer, closing the space between you and him.

your eyes dart back into his as he inches toward you, he continues now that he has your gaze.

"you look at me like you love me, and I know you do." He finishes. Your eyes glimmer in his gaze, body freezing in your spot once again. He's got you all figured out.

"no I—"

"you do, you fucking do. Don't try to deny it I see it in your eyes." He reaches out to cup your face. Your brows knit together, you feel the hot tears burn your eyes looking into his. Killua's gaze softens seeing your vulnerability, he goes to wipe the tear from your eyes but you stop him before he can even do so.

" just shut up okay?! I don't want to be in a relationship with you so just give up will you?" You yell out. You can feel your ears ring and your heart thump so loud in your chest. You wipe the tears falling down your cheek with the back of your hand.

the frustration bubbles inside you making you say things that aren't exactly true because you're to afraid to admit the truth.

you're frustrated with yourself.

you're scared.

Killua is taken back by your sudden outburst his heart sinking at your cruel words he knew weren't true. He takes a step back, too overwhelmed with emotions to deal with your ridiculous behavior. But anger rises within him, "fine." He snaps, his voice now laced with irritation.

"I'll give up, but you're a goddamn idiot for pushing me away like this."

your heart breaks slowly like glass at the firmness of his voice, you're breaking him, and it's breaking you.

you want to scream, tell him this isn't what you want but all you can give him is silence.

fucking silence.

Killua sees the inner turmoil bubbling within you that he is all too familiar with the feeling and look, but at least he had the guts to finally say something. When will you?

his frustration grows as you give him more dreadful silence, he wants to grab you, shake you, and make you realize what you're doing to the both of you. But instead, he just stands there, his hands clenching into fits at his sides, his heart heavy with resignation.

your eyes linger on his before daring to ask the chilling question with a fragile voice,

"are we still friends?"

"friends?" He repeats, almost shocked you would even ask him that. He scoffs bitterly again, "I can't believe you would even ask that after I told you that I am in love with you." He takes another step back. While you take one more closer.

"Killua—"

"no, don't. Don't act like you care now, I gave you a chance and you gave me nothing." The distance he is putting between you is dreadful. You keep inching forward, pleading with tears in your eyes.

"but please Killua-!" "no! You don't get to play with my feelings like I'm some puppet Y/n! I'm not your toy you can just pick up and discard whenever you want." You can see the pain in his precious blue eyes when he snaps at you.

you stand in your spot just feet away from him, your gaze still strong while his beginning to fade.

hot tears run down your face, heart practically sinking to your stomach,

"...please Killua." You mutter, voice laced with desperation and sorrow. His heart swells seeing the tears streaming down your face that are supposed to be wiped away with his finger but they're not.

his fingers are dry.

he turns his head, not allowing him to think anymore about you, his walls placing themselves back up.

"don't cry, you have no right to cry after the way you've treated me."

it was then you realized that you didn't just lose your future lover, but also your best friend as he exits out of your room leaving you alone.

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.⋆｡Midnight Swim｡⋆.

Steve Rogers x plus size reader

Being on the run doesn’t exactly get you a comfortable life, but finally, there’s a chance for you to relax, if only you could find your swimsuit… or not

Warnings: skinny dipping, nudity (obvi), brief mentions of the events of Civil War, implied smut WC: 1.4k

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You ached, putting it lightly. Months of running from virtually every government on the planet didn’t exactly give you the luxury of relaxing or unwinding after a long day. The rooms you stayed in never had baths to soak in or even a comfy mattress to sink into so when Steve announced that the motel you were going to had not only a jacuzzi but also king sized beds, you thought you had died and gone to heaven.

“I hope you don’t mind sleeping on the floor, gorgeous, cause I will be spread eagle on that bed.” Sam wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you climbed the cement steps up to the second floor.

“Don’t worry about me birdie, that hot tub is calling my name.” You moaned, giving the man a light shove.

“We leave at sunup, don’t get too comfortable.” Steve’s voice broke the little bubble of happiness around the two of you. You looked back at the man, his brow was furrowed, the muscles in his jaw clenching. It wasn’t hard to see that he was different now; gone was the hopeful and starry eyed golden boy, instead you were left with a man who was only trying to survive in the face of complete betrayal of everything he held dear. Throw in a beard and a whole new uniform, Captain America was no more.

“C’mon Steve, we can afford a couple days of rest. We’re all exhausted.” Natasha laid a hand on his arm. “Besides, I think we all need to have a proper shower and do laundry.” You smiled gratefully at her as Steve sighed.

“Alright, just don’t draw too much attention to yourselves. Nat, how about you room with Sam?”

“It’s my turn to get Y/L/N.” Sam stopped in front of the door to his room, shooting a puzzled look at you. Nat matched his expression but still stepped forward to take your spot next to the man.

“We both know you’re gonna fall asleep immediately, just like Nat, and if Y/N is going down to the pool, someone needs to stay up to make sure she’s ok.” Steve shoved the key in the door, not bothering to even look in your direction. You met Sam’s gaze but he could only shrug at you as Nat wiggled her eyebrows.

Of course the woman knew about your crush on the ex-Captain, given that it was the one reason you had yet to room with him despite the rotating roommates you agreed to when you went on the run. Your stomach rolled as you tried to come up with any excuse to not walk in that room and have to face the reality of sharing a bed with the man who’s responsible for the mass ruining of your panties.

The light in the room clicked on just as the door next to yours snapped shut. “Fuck me.” You hiked your duffle bag higher on your shoulder, took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Steve had already dropped his bag on the side of the bed closest to the door and shed the heavy jacket that shielded his toned physique from the world. He barely glanced at you as you entered but you knew his guard was still up, you doubted it had ever come down since what happened at the airport.

“You don’t have to wait up for me. No one else is staying here, the front desk guy said so himself.” You unzipped your bag.

“It’s my job to look after you.” He retorted. You huffed and started pulling out your clothes in search of the singular bikini you had managed to obtain in your ‘travels’.

“Really? What’s your 401k look like?” Even without seeing it, you knew he was rolling his eyes at you. “Dammit.” You hissed as your fingers brushed the bottom of the bag, no trace of the thin material in sight.

Steve turned from the desk where he had laid out a map of the area and raised an eyebrow at you. “I lost my swimsuit,” Your shoulders dropped in disappointment, “No hot tub for me I guess.”

You shoved the empty bag and pile of clothes onto the floor before flopping down onto the bed. “This sucks.”

The desk chair creaked. “Just go in your underwear.”

Your head turned against the sheets, the thick cotton of the duvet brushing against your cheek. Steve was leaned forward, elbows planted firmly on his knees. Dark blue eyes stared right through you and suddenly, you couldn’t remember why you were upset. “Um, yeah I guess. But I don’t have any extra bras at the moment though.” You gestured to your discarded clothes.

Steve’s lip quirked up briefly before settling back into his now usual stern expression. “I’ll wash your stuff for you in the morning.”

“Since when do you offer to do other people’s laundry?” Your hands slid up to rest beneath your head.

“I’ve been pushing all of you too hard. Maybe I want to start making it up to you.” He leaned back in the chair, the sheer mass of his seeming to grow as he rolled his broad shoulders. Unable to help yourself, you let your eyes trace the sharp muscles of his arms. It had been a long time since he was this relaxed in front of you.

“So maybe there is a bit of America’s Golden Boy still left in there.” He rolled his eyes and turned back to the desk.

“Go, before I change my mind.” You slinked off the bed with a smile.

“Don’t wait up.” You cooed as the motel door shut behind you.

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The silence was a welcome friend. No cars or sirens, just the soft bubbling of the jets and your own happy groans as your body finally unwound. Steam billowed up from the water, disappearing into the night sky, brushing against the stars. The heat bled into your bones and it was all you could do to not melt.

You felt like you could wash away everything from this past year.

You sank deeper into the water, the gentle ripples now brushed your neck, making you hum in satisfaction.

“Y/N, I was thinking that maybe I could grab some takeout from that 24 hour restaurant we passed a little while back, you hungry?” You lazily looked back over your shoulder just as Steve slipped past the high fence that enclosed the space. You watched as his gaze travelled from your body over to the pile of clothes on the deck, your panties and bra prominently displayed on top.

“Sure, I could eat.” You shrugged, swallowing down a smile at his now blank expression. Steve was frozen in place as the realisation dawned on him.

“Doll.” A shiver ran through you, that was definitely very new. A sudden confidence filled your veins as you watched his Adam's apple bob.

“Steven.” You turned around so that you were now kneeling on the bench, the water now barely covering your breasts. Blue eyes slowly trailed down from your face, following the droplets of water that clung to your skin. “Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t think I’m craving take out.”

The water lapped at your stomach as you sat up. Steve’s eyes immediately darted to your face as a deep blush crawled up his neck. “Doll, what is your underwear doing on the deck?”

“I think that’s quite obvious Cap.” The muscles in his jaw rolled as his expression grew darker. Heat curled in your stomach. “I didn’t want to get them wet. Well, more wet than they already were.”

“It’s dangerous to be out here alone like this.” He took a tentative step towards you, the lock on the gate clicking shut.

“Well then, it’s a good thing I have you here to protect me.” You sank back into the water, moving backwards until you could sit on the other side, giving yourself the perfect view of the super soldier. His jacket dropped first, then the ratty baseball cap that covered his darker hair. You bit your lip as his t-shirt followed.

There was a spattering of light hair across his chest, getting thicker and darker along his torso, until it disappeared beneath his pants. His hands interrupted your view but you wouldn’t complain, not when they were undoing his belt. You fought a moan as the button popped open and his fly was slowly drawn down.

“You gonna join me Cap? The water is just perfect.” The dark material of his jeans slid down and you wondered if Commando was a better fitting title for the man.

Steve smirked as he stepped into the tub. “I have to look out for you don’t I?” His hands grabbed at your wide hips and tugged you against his body effortlessly. “It is my job.”

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