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Hospital Visit - Spencer Reid
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The Request: Your smooth criminal series is actually perfect!!!! Ahh I love the way you write both of them and their dynamics with the team. Obsessed đ Request: Kleptomaniac!Reader twists her ankle or like gets hurt due to practices during a dance and ends up at the hospital and worried spencer comes and sees her stealing little equipments again and her trying to leave because she doesnt want to miss her dance. (I really didn't know how to frame what I was thinking but honestly i think whatever you write will be amazing) -anonymous
CW: swearing, a bit suggestive towards the end. Technically part of my "Smooth Criminal" series though you don't need to read the other parts to understand!
AN: I'm half Dominican so yes I can poke fun of Dominican people đ lmao this character I created for this is loosely based off of my grandpa-. Also totally forgot the "her trying to leave" part so I might make a seperate fic with that, mb...
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Spencer Reid wasnât one to leave work early.Â
When there was not a case and the Behavorial Analysis Unit was busy at the office, Spencer never left early. For him, that is ridiculous. Other members of the team like Hotch and JJ would have their moments where they would have to dash out of the building with barely any warning, due to little emergencies with their children. It barley happened, but when it did, it was understandable.Â
Spencer, on the other hand, did not have children to worry about. He never had a reason to leave work.Â
Until his phone rang.Â
Flipping it open, his brows furrowed when he noticed who it was. His girlfriend. Her calling him in the middle of work never raised any alarm. She probably just brought him some lunch again, which she did a few days ago. Or some drama happened in a show she was watching and she just had to let it out. Probably something silly like that.Â
But, wait! She had said she was going to be at the studio early today to get in some extra practice before rehearsal. So why would she be calling him instead of practicing?
âHello?â he placed the phone to his ear.Â
The voice on the other end answered in panic, âHello? Is this Spencer?â
That was not his girlfriend. Instead, it was a man with a heavy accent, the genius deduced Dominican. What the fuck was she doing with this guy?Â
âYes, Iâm Spencer, as the contact ID says,â Spencer replied curtly, feeling a hint of jealousy brewing within him, âWho is this?â
âI am Flavio!â the man replied confiently, âFlavio Herrera de LeĂłn! I-â
â-Why are you calling me from my girlfriendâs phone?â Spencer interrupted in annoyance, âWhere is she?â
âOh!â the man laughed awkwardly, âOn the floor! I will be taking her to a hospital now!â
Now Spencer was shooting up to his feet, gathering his things as he spoke, âHospital?! Why do you need to take her to the hospital? Why is she on the floor?!â
âVery bad injury,â said Flavio, âI worry for her,â
Very bad injury?!
âWhat do you mean by that?!â Spencer mouthed to Hotch a quick âI gotta goâ, not waiting for an answer as he sped towards the door, âHow bad-â
â-Must take her to hospital. Blood everywhere. Bye bye!â And with that, fucking Flavio hung up the phone, leaving Spencer in an even worst panic. Blood everywhere? What the hell was Y/N doing?
Knowing her, it could have been anything. Every possible thought went through his head, every possibility. She was zoned out and got hit by a car. She tried to befriend a dog that wasnât very friendly. She fell down a flight of stairs.Â
She stressed him the fuck out.Â
After breaking at least twelve traffic laws, Spencer found himself at the ER, pushing past people to get to the receptionist. âY/N L/N,â
Not looking up at him from her computer, the woman replied with: âRelation to the patient?âÂ
Ugh. âFBI. Let me see her,â he waved his badge at her. He knew this was unprofessional and an abuse of power, but this was his girlfriend. The girl he was planning to marry someday. Who he was convinced stupidly got herself into this medical emergency.Â
Abuse of power be damned.Â
He was led through the ER to her room, bursting in. He was expecting tubes and machines connected to her unconscious form, maybe a cast or two. He was expecting to be completely traumatized by the sight before him.
Not his girlfriend shoving surgical gloves into her pockets.Â
Her head snapped into his direction, eyes wide, but when it hit that it was Spencer and not a doctor, she sighed, body relaxing. âShit, Spence, why didnât you just kick the door down while youâre at it?â she said sarcastically.Â
He did not find her amusing. She didnât even know if her words registered to him. âWhat happened?!â he felt like he repeated that quite often today. He cupped her jaw, turning her head in all different directions while looking for any wounds, âThat guy said there was blood everywhere! Where are you hurt?!â his eyes went from her face to the rest of her body.Â
âHeâs so dramatic,â Y/N groaned, âThere was blood everywhere because I had gotten a bloody nose from hitting the floor.â She grabbed his hands that were now on her shoulders, bringing them to her cheeks. Her eyes closed and lips curled into a smile, nuzzling into him. âNo broken nose,â
âThen why the hell are you in the hospital?âÂ
âSprained ankle. Doctor said I wonât be able to dance for about three weeks,â Her eyes opened, meeting his, and all his anger and anxiety vanished. She was okay. She was safe. Not mauled by a dog or hit by a car.Â
Safe.Â
âNext time you get an injury like this, please call me yourself,â Spencer sighed in relief, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, âYour friend scared me to death,âÂ
âMy friend is super dramatic,â she giggled, already sensing his dislike towards Flavio, âHe thought I broke my foot and my nose,âÂ
âOf course heâs dramatic. Birds of a feather flock together,â Spencer tried to joke, hands now resting on her waist, âYou know⊠You never told me you were practicing with this friend. I thought you were practicing alone,âÂ
âDidnât think I had to specify,â Yeah, he was so jealous, it was so obvious to her.Â
âYou should, so in the case you get kidnapped, I would have somewhere to start-â
âSpence!â she gasped, playfully hitting his shoulder, âNot only is that really anxiety-enducing, but I know for a fact thatâs not why you wanted to know.â Y/N smirked, leaning closer to him, âHe has a wife, Spence.â
âAnd? People cheat all the time. About twenty percent of married men cheat on their spouses-â
âHow little do you trust me though?â she huffed.Â
âItâs him I donât trust,â Spencer corrected himself, âI trust you. Of course, I trust you,â As he spoke, he removed the surgical gloves from her pockets, âEven when you steal all of my things and I have to buy replacements because you lost them after, I still trust you. Itâs justâŠâ he trailed off, throwing the now contaminated gloves into the trash bin.Â
âJust what?â As he distracted himself with the gloves, she reached out and grabbed a handful of q-tips from the table next to the examining bed she sat on, now putting those into her pockets.Â
Spencer turned to face her again, âItâs just that, with this job, I see so many horrible things happen to women. And the thought of something happening to my woman scares me,â His arms went around her again, âEvery time I get a case file and see a womanâs body, it occurs to me how easily it could be you,âÂ
â...damn,â she cleared her throat, looking down, âGee, now Imma be scared to go outside,âÂ
âNo youâre not,â his hands slipped into her pockets, taking out the q-tips. Spencer always noticed everything. âYouâre going to continue being you and Iâm going to continue worrying about you every time weâre apart. I do wish you would be more careful. I know right now you were with this guy for work-related reasons and you had to, but at least tell me?â
âMhm,â she nodded softly. He went to throw out the q-tips, and while he did so, she began shoving gauze into her pockets next.Â
âPut the gauze back,â he said firmly, not even looking at her as he disposed of the material.Â
âI canât help it,â a huff left her lips as she tossed the box (yes, she attempted to steal the whole box) back onto the counter.Â
âTell me why you need a whole box of gauze, dear,â Spencer always spoke like that when addressing her kleptomania. Why do you need this object you are stealing? And they both would know she didnât need it, and she would keep repeating that in her head until the urge (hopefully) went away.Â
âI donât need a whole box of gauze,â she stated the obvious, taking a deep breath, âI donât need a whole box of gauze,â
âYou donât need a whole box of gauze,â Spencer confirmed, taking her hands like he always did when she was getting her urges, âOr q-tips. Or surgical gloves. What do you possibly need to examine with those, hm?â he said the last part lightly, nuzzling her nose with his.Â
A smirk formed on her face as she spoke, âYou?âÂ
âMe? And how would you do that?âÂ
âCan examine the part of you I love mostâŠ.â she trailed off, in thought, âWait, thatâs hard. That was supposed to be me saying your dick however is that really what I love most? âCause, like, look at you,âÂ
She always knew how to make his cheeks burn red. âWhat else do you love then?âÂ
âOooh, where do I begin?â she threw her arms up in the air dramatically, âOkay, let me start with your facial featuresâŠâ
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By the time she was cleared by a doctor and allowed to leave the room, Spencer had a good hickey or two (four actually) on his neck and a giddy expression on his face. Once in the waiting room, a man shot up seeing Y/N, Spencer immediately assuming Flavio.Â
âAh, mi flor,â he exclaimed, examining her all over, âNothing is broken! How good!â
âYep, all good,â Y/N replied, âFlavio, meet my boyfriend, Spencer. Spencer, meet Flavio, one of my dance partners for my current show,âÂ
Spencer and Flavio shook hands, Y/N giggling softly at the look Spencer was giving him. Oh, she knew damn well Spencer was profiling the fuck out of him. To most people, Spencer looked like he had a blank expression on his face, but Y/N knew him better. There was something about Flavio that Spencer did not like. She wasnât sure if it was the simple fact this was a man who spends alone time with his woman, or something else entirely.Â
âIt is so nice to meet you, Spencer!â Flavio shook his hand cheerfully, âI have heard many good things about you!âÂ
âOh, really?â that made Spencer cheer up slightly, âIâm glad to hear that,â he draped an arm around Y/Nâs waist. Spencer didnât look like the type, but he was incredibly possessive, which was fine, because Y/N was possessive as fuck over him. Spencer precieved everything friendly said to her as flirting, though, when someone actually flirted with him he wouldnât catch it. It was cute, but also frustrating, because then the only way to get these people to leave him alone is a threat or two coming from her.Â
Flavio opened his mouth to speak, but paused when his phone rang. He flipped it open, seeing the caller ID. âAh, I must take this. My girlfriend is calling,â
Y/Nâs brows furrowed, âI thought you were married?â
âYes yes, I am,â the dancer shrugged, âMy wife is here. My girlfriend is in la Republica Dominicana,â And with that, he was off, babbling into the phone.Â
âI told you,â Spencer rolled his eyes, glaring at Flavioâs retreating form in disgust, âTwenty percent,âÂ
âYou best not be part of that twenty percent in the future or Iâll end up being an unsub your team has to catch,â Y/N threatened lightly, pinching his side.Â
âHey!â he gasped, âWhat makes you think- wait,â hard stop, âDoes that mean you see yourself marrying me someday?â
She smirked, beginning to walk (limp) towards the exit, âHmmmm, maybe?âÂ
âWait! Wait, you canât just drop that and wobble away from me!â He followed after her, a huge shit-eating grin forming on his lips.
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Inktobertale Day 13- Immortal
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CORE!Frisk belongs to dokudoki
#eluriart#undertale#undertale au#inktobertale2023#inktobertale#ink!sans#ink sans#core!frisk#core frisk#utmv#comic#comics#sketch#i had so many ideas but thoose would have taken likeâŠ10 pages of comic?#initially core!frisk wasnât supposed to be here#it was supposed to be an old artist#but switch to a more common character and after a lot of reflexions core!frisk won#also today was a busy day so i had to make it quick#thatâs why itâs a simple sketch#well at least itâs done!
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pins & needles
summary: how various jjk men react to ur new/unnoticed piercings! incl. nanami, gojo, geto, choso
warnings: veryyyyyyy suggestive (esp in nanami's), (new) piercings, geto's & nanami's is a new relationship type thing. excuse any typos plsđ. 18+ mdni!
a/n: i got like 3 new piercings over the weekend, this is just self indulgent and cute methinks. also tyyy for 700 :3, i'm trying so hard to get over the writer's block. love u all!
choso + smiley piercing!
"i've never been happier to see you," choso groans as soon as he enters your dorm, kicking off his shoes at the door. though his voice is monotone, you can infer he's tired, worn out from a day's work and fighting curses.
"rough day?" you scoot over in bed to allow room for your boyfriend, smoothing out the sheets and flipping your blanket up.
"very." the singular word is the only response choso gives before beginning to strip his uniform right in front of you. as you're watching intently, choso gets almost completely naked before grabbing some clothes he'd left over; a pair of baggy pants and an "i heart my girlfriend" shirt that you gifted him, and lazily putting them on.
"i did something today, cho," you inform him, and chosoâs attention immediately snaps to you, eyes showing that he was obviously wondering.
"whatâd you do?"
you give him a bright smile, all the teeth in your mouth shown to him, the shiny ring glistening atop your pretty gums. chosoâs brows furrow together, his pupils coming to realize there was something new in your mouth, something different about your smile.
"whatâsâŠthat?" he asks, stepping closer and closer and eventually sitting on the bed with you. you giggle at his curious looking, his eyebrows still knitted together in an inquisitive way.
"a piercing, silly," you inform him, carefully flipping up your top lip to show where the jewelry went through the frenulum of your inner lip.
"does it hurt?" choso leans in even more, straightening his eyes with the freshly pierced hole in your mouth.
"not really, just a little bit," you tell him, letting go of your lip and pressing a quick peck to chosoâs lips. it catches him off-guard, chosoâs face lights up red because he thought he couldnât kiss you. smiling triumphantly, you pull away from your boyfriend.
"itâumâit looks really pretty on you." choso compliments, "can i kiss you again? please?" and heâs so sincere and sweet, always asking permission for everything. so endearing, really, even with his deep, dark voice.
needless to say, when he kisses you again, choso is making sure to flick the jewelry all around with his tongue, faintly enough to not hurt the new wound. and it becomes a habit from thereon.
gojo + bellybutton piercing!
"i missed you so much, baby."
satoru is on top of you, arms caging you in while you lay underneath him, smiling and feebly grasping the biggest part of his bicep. it had been over a month since you'd seen your husband, he'd been away on a business trip for far too long.
"did you miss me?" his words are drawn out and dramatic, like always, like he was teasing youâbut he was practically always teasing you.
"yes, satoru," you blankly reply, "i missed you."
just before you can roll your eyes, gojo's kissing you, a bit enthusiastically, but you quickly melt into his touch. as annoying as he could be, you loved him, you missed him. you had longed for him the moment he leftâthat was a fact you couldnât deny.
as quickly as he meets your lips, satoru leaves, disconnecting himself to trail down your torso that was draped in a way-too-expensive t-shirt of his. but the one thing that doesn't leave you is his eyes, he keeps an intense stare on your face as he moves lower and lower towards your waistline. his fingertips dance along your sides before pinching the fabric of the bottom of the shirt and slowly lifting it up.
his eyes are no longer able to stay on yours when he catches a glimpse of the sparkly blue rhinestones on each ball of the jewelry stuck through your navel. of course, you chose the shade that best matched satoru's eye color.
"no way!" satoru exclaims, beaming with a new-found excitement for the little hole in your tummy, "you actually did it?"
"yes, satoru," you repeat, threading your fingers through the white tufts of your husband's hair.
gojo's nimble fingers come to play with the jewelryâthe size comparison comedic from how large his hands are. he studies the now fully healed wound, moving the jewelry all around and practically forgetting the previous heated mood.
"do you like it?" you somewhat nervously ask, intimidated by the tedious investigation of your bellybutton.
"yes, duh," satoru dramatically quips, "you think i should get one next?"
nanami + nipple piercing!
kento had tried so hard to ignore it.
you didn't mean to distract him, really. it was a simple mishap at first, not wearing a bra when kento came over. but after the first time, he didn't seem to mind, he was gentlemanly enough. his eyes stayed avertedâwhen you were looking at him, at leastâso you took it as a green flag to remain braless when he was at your house without worry.
but nanami's only a man.
so here you are, after work, after your boyfriend had come over, ranting to him in your kitchen about your boss and whatever bullshit you had to put up with that day. but your words land upon deaf ears, noise drowned out by the sight of the little hearts poking out from the shirt you're wearing. he's sat at your dining table, legs lazily spread as he half-listens to you.
"âlike, what?! what else am i supposed to do in that situation?"
for the first time in your venting session, you lock eyes with kento, noticing how they flash up quickly from...your chest.
"ken?"
"umâyes?" he chokes, a little too obviously for him to not be embarrassed over.
a smug smile rests over your face, nanami was caught red handed, ogling at your boobs and the cute heart-shaped jewelry that adorned them.
"what'cha staring at?" trailing closer to him with a teasing tone in your voice, you're killing him, embarrassing the poor man as the seconds roll on. kento doesn't reply either, only a raspy breath leaving his lungs as his response. his face heats up and his expression drops, shamelessly glancing down at your chest once moreâone, twoâcounting the peaks of your nipples through the shirt.
"i'm sorry," he finally chokes out, unable to keep his eyes from flashing up and down, to your eyes then to your chest, again and again.
without any words, you slot yourself between nanami's legs, inching your chest closer to his face. it was so funny how easily his stoic persona disintegrated under your presence. he'd never been this close to your chestâto you. and it's intoxicating to him, he's ashamed how he loses himself by simply being eye level with your boobs.
but that guilt quickly washes away when you take his hand and place it perfectly to cup your titâindex finger and thumb resting right around the pretty jewelry under your shirt.
tdlr; that's the first night your boyfriend stays over at your place.
geto + clavicle piercing!
"you look lovely tonight."
smooth as ever, geto compliments you, his voice dripping with a sweet nectar. your insides warm up despite the harsh cold outside, the thick coat draped over your frame doing little to combat the weather.
"thank you," you whisper and smile at him, stepping into the door of the fancy restaurant suguru had chosen for your date. third date, to be exact.
once you're at your table, suguru helps you shimmy the bulky jacket off your shoulders, revealing the tasteful, deep-cut top you had chosen for your dateâalong with the two studs on each side of your collarbone that your clothing showed off rather perfectly.
it takes suguru a few moments to notice once he sits down. he tries to strike up conversation, relying on the simple questions and responses he can utter without getting too distracted. however, within a few minutes, geto is cracking, eyes every so often flickering down to the gems that aligned your clavicle so prettily. he can't help it, because with every slight movement you make, the jewelry sparkles in the dim light of the restaurantâit's hard to ignore.
"are you okay?" you interrupt your previous dialogue when you take note of geto's increasingly hazy replies, and how he seems a bit spaced out.
"yeah," suguru swallows deeply, "i really like yourâum," his pointer finger vaguely motions to his own collarbone, and you have to look down at your chest before you realize what heâs talking about.
his mouth is dry. heâd already thought you were, like, the sexiest woman on earth, but this, oh this, was just too much. geto was unsure as to why he found the piercings so distracting, so hot, but nonetheless enjoyed the view he had.
"oh, thank you!" you giggle, smiling brightly and ghosting your fingers over the piercingsâyouâd honestly forgotten that this would be the first time heâs seen this much of your body, and the piercings ended up being the perfect touch to make suguru lose his mind.
and he can't wait until he's able to feel on 'em, too.
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im obsessed with reidâs hands. Heâs got gorgeous long fingers its justđ«¶đ»đ©. Id like to request a fic/blurbs whichever you prefer, revolves around that.. maybe he knows the reader loves his hands (especially when he cradles her face-neck and hair pulling).. nothing too spicy tho.. if you dont mind. Love your fics smđ„č
Where Hands Lead - S.R
a/n: i am also a victim to being desperately obsessed with spencer's hands! guilty af! and thank u so much babes i appreicate the love and the request <3
masterlist
pairings: spencer reid x reader
warnings: established relationship, hand kink, spencer being a smug little shit, domestic fluff, teasing galore, just two cuties being ridiculously in love!
wc: 1.6k
Spencer Reid's hands were a marvel. You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment you noticed them--maybe it was the day you saw him fiddling with a pen during a team meeting, his fingers deftly spinning it like he'd been born doing it. Or maybe it was the time he'd held out a hand to help you up after you got knocked on your ass after rough case, his long fingers wrapping around yours, pulling you to his feet. Whatever the moment, the realization hit you like a freight train: Spencer's hands were distracting.Â
Of course, you never said it out loud. Not at first. How do you casually tell your boyfriend that his hands are your newest fixation? You'd settled for sneaky glances, admiring the way his fingers moved over the keys of his computer or absentmindedly tapped against his thigh when he was lost in thought.Â
You thought you were being subtle.
But Spencer was sharper than you gave him credit for... and you gave him a lot of credit.
It started with small things. The way he'd catch you staring and tilt his head slightly, curiosity painting his features. Or how his lips would quirk into the barest smile when he'd reach for something near you and your gaze lingered a second too long. He'd never said anything, but you had the nagging suspicion he was onto you.
Then came the day he decided to test his theory.
It had been a rare quiet evening at his apartment. The team's latest case had wrapped up earlier than expected, leaving you both with an unexpectedly free night. Spencer, ever the perfectionist, had insisted on cooking dinner. You'd agreed easily, not-so-secretly thrilled at the prospect of spending uninterrupted tie with him. He'd shooed you out of the kitchen when you tried to help, insisting that you relax while he handled everything.
You were setting the table when it started. Spencer reached over to hand you a glass, his fingers brushing against yours. You glanced at him quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed the way your breath caught.
He had.
Spencer's expression didn't give away much--just the faintest quirk of his lips as he turned back to the counter. He began chopping vegetables, his fingers expertly curling and flexing around the knife. The movement was smooth, precise, almost hypnotic, and before you knew it, your eyes were drawn to them again.
"Everything okay over there?" he asked casually, not looking up. His voice was innocent enough, sure, but there was a certain lilt to it that made your cheeks heat.
"Fine," you replied, probably too quickly, forcing your attention back to the table. You busied yourself with arranging the plates, trying to will away the warmth spreading through you.Â
Spencer, however, wasn't finished with whatever game he seemed to be playing. As you moved past him to grab utensils, he shifted just enough for his hand to brush against the small of your back. The touch was so light it could have been accidental, but it lingered just a fraction too long to be dismissed entirely. The warmth of it sparked along your spine, making your pulse leap in a way you couldn't quite explain.
What was wrong with you today? He was your boyfriend, for crying out loud. Casual touches like this were normal--expected, even. And yet, every brush of his fingers seemed to unravel you more. You cast a quick glance up at him, trying to gauge if he'd noticed your reaction, but Spencer simply smiled, his expression innocent, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
You clenched the utensils in your hand, suddenly desperate to shake off this fixation before Spencer figured out what was going on. The last thing you needed was for him to think you were completely crazy--obsessed with something as specific as his hands. Surely, that wasn't normal.Â
 By the time you finally sat down to eat, your nerves were fully frayed. Flustered didn't even begin to cover it. Spencer, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. He moved with his usually calm efficiency, placing food on the table with a soft smile. As he handed you a serving spoon, his fingers brushed against yours once again--warm, gentle, and far too distracting. You lingered a second longer than necessary, and while he didn't say a word, the subtle upward twitch of his lips suggested he notice.
Determined to pull yourself together, you focused on your plate. Or at least, you tried. Every movement Spencer made seemed designed to draw your attention. The way his long fingers curled around his fork, deliberate and precise, made your breath hitch. His index finger tapped lightly against the side of his glass as he considered something. Even the simple act of wiping his mouth with his napkin--slow, measured, maddeningly deliberate--seemed orchestrated to unravel you.
When dinner ended, you were quick to rise, eager to clear the table and escape the tight coil of your own thoughts. But Spencer was quicker. Before you could take a single step, his hand caught your wrist, fingers curling around you with just enough pressure to stop you in your tracks.
"I'll take care of it," he said, thumb brushing against the inside of your wrist before letting go.
Normally, you would argue. He'd cooker dinner, after all--it was only fair that you clean up. But today left you rooted to the spot. You sank back into your chair, wordless, your gaze following him as he moved around the kitchen.
Spencer rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing the lean muscle of his forearms, and your eyes betrayed you once again, drawn back to his hands. The way they worked was mesmerizing--graceful and efficient as he dried plates, stacked dishes, and wiped down the counters with practiced ease.Â
Spencer must have felt your gaze because he glanced over his shoulder, lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. He didn't rush, taking his time as he finished tidying up. When he was done, he dried his hands on a dish towel, then set it aside before making his way back to you. His hands were empty now, but no less captivating.
Stopping in front of your chair, Spencer lowered himself to one knee, his eyes meeting yours. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Heat swelled to your face, mind scrambling for something--anything--coherent to say. "I--what?"
Spencer chuckled softly, his hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You're not as subtle as you think."
You opened your mouth to protest, but the look in his eyes stopped you.
"Next time," he continued, his thumb moving to brush against your cheek, his touch featherlight, "just tell me. I'd hate for you to sit there suffering in silence."
"I... don't know what you mean."
Spencer raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Oh, is that right?"
You nodded quickly.
"So you wouldn't mind if I did this?" he murmured, reaching out to cup your cheeks with the utmost care.
The warmth of his touch seeped into your skin, his thumb brushing slow, delicate arcs along your cheekbones. His fingers, long and steady, curled around the sides of your face, glueing you in place. Your breath hitched, the air between you thickening as your thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. Words failed you, leaving only the rapid thrum of your heart.
"Or this?" he added, voice softer now, almost a whisper. His fingers slid upward, tangling in your hair with a sort of practiced ease that sent sparks racing along your legs. He tugged lightly, just enough to tilt your head and pull a soft, involuntary gasp from your lips. The gentle pressure was intoxicating, and you bit down on your bottom lip, completely undone.
"Spencer..." you managed, though it barely passed a whisper. His name trembled on your lips, a plea and a confession all at once.
"Or this?" he continued, one hand sliding down to rest on your thigh. His fingers curled just slightly. Your pulse quickened, a fluttering sound that betrayed just how completely he had you in his grasp. Spencer leaned in closer, expression smug, lips moving into a smile that left you breathless.Â
"And what about this?" he added, voice dropped to a hushed murmur as his hand moved to tilt your chin upward. Before you could respond, his lips found yours. The kiss was slow, purposeful, and impossible to do anything but melt into. His hands moved back to cradle your face, fingers brushing against your jaw and the sensitive curve of your neck, their touch igniting a fire that spread through your entire body.
When he finally pulled away, you felt like all the air had been vacuumed from your lungs, cheeks flushed and heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could here it.
"Yeah, um," you stammered, the words tumbling out awkwardly as you struggled to regain your footing, "I don't think I mind... you could, uh, do it again if you wanted to."
Spencer's lips quirked into a slow, satisfied smile, his eyes sparkling. "Oh, is that so?"
He leaned in once more, capturing your lips in another kiss. This time, it was slower, unhurried, as if he were savoring every second.Â
He leaned in to kiss you again, this time slower, savoring the moment.
When he pulled back, hands still cradling your face, he chuckled softly. "You know lucky for you, if my hands are your favorite thing about me, I've got two of them and all the time in the world."
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âI killed youâ
synopsis: After spending the day with Sylus, the energy linkage binding you appears just when you were about to leave for the night, so you stay and fall asleep in Sylusâs bed only to have your past life finally catch up to you.
content: sylus x afab!reader; reader is MC; use of Y/N; soft!sylus; pre-relationship; angst but happy ending; sort of cliff-hanger; vaguely proofread
word count: ~1.8k
a/n: been lurking in the LADS tag for ages now and finally got around to making an account so this is my first ever fic!!! i have a part 2 in the works if people want to see where the story goes after it ends but either way, hope you guys like it :)
You and Sylus had been spending quite a bit of time together lately. Ever since returning from the grasslands, you both stayed true to your promise to be more upfront and honest about what you wanted. And you both wanted to be near each other.
Whether it was Sylus helping with one of your missions or you accompanying him to his many auctions. Or something much simpler, like him dropping by your apartment in Linkon when he âhappened to be in the areaâ or you visiting the Onychinus base in the N109 Zone because you also âhappened to be in the area.â Either way, youâd been at the otherâs side more often than not these days, which had a certain energy linkage making a reoccurring appearance as well.
The linkage appeared nearly every time you were with Sylus now, particularly when one of you was about to depart, the linkage stopping you from separating. You and Sylus had adopted a common practice of holding hands when linked, under the pretense it was just âeasierâ that way, not at all that either of you actually wanted to hold the otherâs hand. No, nothing as silly as that.
Tonight had been no different.
Youâd gone over to the base in the morning on a rare day off, expecting to find Sylus asleep but was pleasantly surprised when he was the one to answer the door.
âMorning sweetie,â heâd greeted with his signature smirk.
âSylus? Shouldnât you be asleep?â youâd asked, cocking your head as you stared up at him.
âI have some business to deal with during the day today,â heâd explained, ushering you into the base with a warm hand on the small of your back. âAnd lucky me, a certain kitten has come to accompany me.â
That was how you got roped into spending the day hopping from deal to deal with Sylus, clad in a dress he already had prepared for you to match his suit. But you didnât mind, not one bit, you appreciated any time you got to spend with Sylus.
Ever the gentleman, Sylus took you to an expensive dinner once the deals were complete, ordering anything you so much as glanced at off the menu. He loved to spoil you, loved the little crease between your brows even more when you insisted he was going overboard. But as he always did, he told you he had more money than he knew what to do with, money he wanted to shower you in, and you were just going to have to get used to it.
By the time you returned to the baseâand taken the shower Sylus wisely suggestedâit was late, and you were exhausted. Sylus offered to drive you home himself, saying heâd have Luke and Kieran drop off your bike tomorrow, but you insisted the roads would be clear this time of night so it would be a quick ride back to Linkon. You didnât really want to go though, and you wouldâve stayed had you not had work in the morning.
Of course, a cheeky energy linkage had other plans.
Sylus leaned against the doorway, watching you as you turned away from him to head for your bike, only for your arm to jerk back suddenly.
He caught you before you could fall, your back flush with his broad chest and his arm wrapped securely around your waist. Without a word, he lifted his other hand to which your own hand followed, the gold linkage shimmering in the moonlight.
âGuess youâre calling out of work,â he chuckled.
This shouldnât have surprised you, not with the current track record, and honestly, you werenât mad at all. Not when you were cuddled up to Sylusâs side in his bed, your linked hands entwined in the little space between you, already drifting off to sleep after an eventful day.
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You were dreamingâŠ
Dreaming about false accusations. About an Abyss, sealed beneath a fiend-filled city. About gold and treasure. About a dragon.
Your dragon.
You were dreaming about Sylus, a dragon with a human form. About a life spent in exile with him, raiding and pillaging, taking from others to hoard for yourselves.
You were dreaming about falling in love with your dragon. Teaching him about human love and compassion. Only to be torn apart by a curse.
You were dreamingâŠ
No.
You were remembering.
You didnât know how you knew it, but deep in your soul you knew this other life with Sylus was not simply conjured by your subconscious.
And the worst memory was saved for last.
On the day you were to be executed, when your dragon swooped in and killed your accusers. When you thought youâd be able to embrace your dragon one last time, and instead drove a claymore straight through his chest.
You lived through the last time you and Sylus flew through the skies, of him using the last of his strength to bring you to the field of datura flowers youâd both only dreamed of.
You lived through clutching your beloved dragon, pleading with him not to leave you, but heâd died in your arms and disintegrated into ash.
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You woke abruptly, chest heaving and heart beating wildly. You threw off the arm Sylus had slung over your waist in his sleep and forced him onto his back as you straddled his waist, ripping his robe open to reveal his chest. In the sliver of moonlight coming through the curtains, you saw Sylusâs bare chest, free of scales, no red pattern etched into his skin, no red gem at the center of his chest, and most importantly, no claymore.
Sylus, who had been startled awake by your sudden manhandling, stared up at you with wide eyes, watching as tears streamed down your cheeks and onto the chest your gaze was locked on.
âSweetie,â he murmured, raising a hand to brush the hair out of your face.
Your eyes snapped to his. âI killed you,â you whispered.
His hand froze midair.
It couldnât be.
âI killed you,â you repeated, no less quiet but far more anguished.
You remembered.
Sylus couldnât believe it, you actually remembered.
Heâd long given up hope of you recalling the past you shared with him, and, if he was being honest with himself, was glad you didnât. He was happy with you as you were now, not much different than when he knew you then. Your time together did not end happily and the last thing he wanted was for you to go through such heartbreak again. Yet here you were, doing exactly that.
Sylus broke free of his stupor and wrapped his arms securely around you, hauling you into his lap as he sat up against the headboard. You buried your face in his neck, racked with heart-wrenching sobs.
âHow could you make me do that?â you wailed, clutching his robe so hard your knuckles were white.
Sylus rubbed your back in an attempt to comfort you. âI had to,â he answered, his voice rough as he too remembered that fateful day. âI couldnât let you die, but had we both lived, you wouldâve succumbed to the curse with me. I couldnât let that happen, you didnât deserve that.â
âBut it meant I lost you, Sylus!â you cried.
He hugged you closer to him. âI know, Y/N, and Iâm so sorry.â
It was all he could offer you. He couldnât take back what heâd done, what heâd taken from you, that heâd left you alone. But his words were true, heâd rather die than you fall to the curse alongside him. You saved his life with half your soul, the least he could do was spare you from his fate.
That was what love was, wasnât it? Sacrifice. Heâd fall on the sword a hundred times over if it meant saving you, his beloved. You were everything to him, his reason for living, breathing.
Sylus sat, holding you tight while you mourned a lifetimeâs worth of love and loss, until your sobs quieted and your short breaths were warm against his neck.
You traced a finger along his collarbone, dipping down into the center of his chest where the red gem once rested. âSylus.â
âYes, Y/N?â
âIf I told you I loved you, would you make me kill you again?â
His heart stopped, though he couldnât tell if it was because you all but confessed your love for him or if it was from the thought of you having to take his life again.
Sylus recovered quickly however, not wanting to cause you any unnecessary stress. âThe curse died with the dragon,â he said softly. âThe only one that remains is your own, sweetie.â
You were quiet for a beat. âThe one where youâre tied to me? Where only I can grant you a true death?â
âYes, that one.â
You nodded.
Pieces were clicking into place for you. Everything Sylus had done when you first met, down the what heâd said, it was to jog your memory. He just wanted you to remember him. No wonder heâd treated you like that, he was trying to provoke the old you. It broke your heart realizing that you hadnât remembered him, that it probably broke his.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, choking on a sob.
âYou have nothing to apologize for,â Sylus said firmly.
âI didnât remember you,â you protested weakly.
âI know, sweetie, and itâs okay,â he assured gently.
You shook your head, your chest aching at his gentle tone. Despite not remembering him, Sylus still wanted to spend time with you, to get to know this you. He didnât have to make an effort, but he still wanted you. You didnât know what youâd done to deserve someone like him. To have fallen in love not once but twice with a man whoâd sacrifice himself in order to save you.
You lifted your head and gazed into those beautiful, gem-like eyes. âSylus?â
His own gaze didnât waver from yours. âYes, sweetie.â
âIs there a field of flowers near the N109 Zone that we could visit tomorrow?â you asked.
Sylusâs eyes widened almost imperceptibly, but then his full lips lifted into a smile. âNot in the N109 Zone, but close enough to drive to. Can I know why youâre asking?â
A smile teased your own lips. âIâd like to bring our dream to reality, if thatâs all right with you.â
Sylus reached up, finally brushing that strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. âItâs more than all right with me.â He pressed a kiss to your forehead, the meaning no longer lost to you. âSleep now, we can go in the morning.â
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hi can you write please rafe x wife, happily married. Rafe being away for business trip. Texting and calling wife missing her, sending her flowers while hes away. maybe phone sex. Coming home after a week bearing giftsfor her and kids and then fucks her.
Of course I can!! Enjoy!!
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Pairing: dad!husband!rafe x mom!wife!reader
Your children: Cody (3), Morgan (1) and Toby (5 months).
Warnings: smut!, p in v, no mentions of protection (wrap it up!), Rafe being sweet and loving durning sex
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While Rafe was away, for the Cameron Development, he missed you. Terribly missed you⊠constant âI love you so muchâ âgonna kiss you sm when I come backâ âmiss having you on meâ âmissing u and the kids so bad rnâ âcan u ft real quick??â Every day since he left.
But today was the day, he was coming home.
The boys helped you, or rather watched you, make a small welcome home sign for Rafe. The boys added their touches, of their scribbles. It read âWelcome home Daddy! We missed you!â Thankfully your artsy skills showed. And the help of Pinterest of course.
So, when you heard the door open. You quickly whisper âCody, hold the sign for daddy, quick.â Cody held up the sign with pride. You handed Morgan a box of chocolates for Rafe. You picked up Toby, holding him on your hip. You guided the two boys to the foyer. Where Rafe stood. He smirked and put his bags down âhey family!â
The boys ran over, completely dropping everything to go get lovings from their father. You laughed at their reactions. You walked over. Kissing Rafe on the cheek âhey, Rafey, how was work??â He sighed with a smile âexhausting, but worth itâŠâ
Rafe picked up both of the boys, he playfully asked âyou two behave for momma??.â They both nodded. He smirked âoh really?? So you did behave, hm?â Cody spoke âyes! We be good!â He smiled softly. He kissed both of the boys cheek. He set them back down on the floor. I turn to you, taking Toby out of your arms and holding him with his strong arm. His free hand placed on your hip, his thumb brushing your leggings. He moved his hand to your lower back and pulled you closer. Pecking your lips he moved âgod, Iâve missed thisâŠâ
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Once Rafe was settled back in. He had started to hand out his gifts to the boys. Of course you held Toby in your lap as he handed you Tobyâs gifts. You smile, it was so sweet that Rafe would do this when he went away.
You looked to Cody and Morgan and spoke âwhat do you say to daddy for the gifts??â Both of the kids spoke âtank you!â Rafe chuckles, ruffling their hair âyouâre welcome, kiddosâŠâ
Rafe looked to you, âyou have gifts too, babeâŠâ you smiled âyou didnât have to, RafeâŠâ âoh but I wanted to, and I did, so hereâŠâ he placed a navy box on your lap. âItâs only a small something⊠you know I have another gift for you, laterâŠâ
You playfully rolled his eyes at the stubble innuendo. You open the box. Cody walked over and rested his head in your knee. Cody asked âwhat momma got?â You smiled at the gift. âYour dad got me a very pretty necklace, budâŠâ you looked to Rafe âthank you, babyâŠâ he smiled âanything for you⊠I uh, also called Rose⊠sheâs picking up the kids in an hourâŠâ
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Now⊠here you both are⊠completely naked to each other. Rafe already on top of you and in you.
He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to him. He smiled as he sat up, sitting back on his knees. He placed a hand on your lower stomach. âGod Iâve missed this⊠you and I, in our bed⊠my cock all the way in you⊠taking all of me so easily⊠fuckâŠâ you moaned softly.
He slowly started to move in and out. Wanting to take his time, savouring the feeling of you both in this moment. He reached up and held you one hand. Gently squeezing your hand. âGod you feel so goodâŠâ you moved your other arm around his shoulders. Wanting to be closer. Rafe let you pull him closer. Moving feeling in you, causing him to deeply groan. âFuuuccckk..â you gasp softly. He kissed your cheek as he picked up the pace ever so slightly.
He looked into your eyes, âmissed you, babyâŠâ you looked into his eyes âmissed⊠you tooâŠâ he gently pushed his lips into yours. Kissing you hungrily but softly. His tongue soon shoved into your mouth. Your tongues danced, he picked up his pace again. He groaned into the kiss. Causing you to moan into his lips.
He pulled back, his hands moving under your thighs and pushing them up. Your legs lifted into a V shape. Helping him move better and deeper. âFuck, baby⊠feel so fucking good⊠missed this pussy so muchâŠâ you moaned.
His lips soon find your chest. Kissing you as he picks up the pace. Your head tilts back into the soft pillows. The wetness and gasps of breath fills the space of your master bedroom.
Rafe puts your one leg over his shoulder as the other flies around his hips. He held your waist as he tilts his head back and groans loudly. His eyes now half-lidded. He looks down at you âyou look so good under me, baby, youâre unrealâŠâ âohhh fuck Rafe!â âThatâs it⊠say my nameâŠâ
You gasped, tightening around him. He smirked âfuck, you close? I can feel you⊠youâre doing so good fâme⊠can you hold off for a little longerâŠ? Wanna finish with you, babyâŠâ you nod. He moans when he feels your nails drag on his shoulder. It wasnât hard, but it hit a good nerve in him. Causing him to twitch in you. You moanâŠ
He was close, âfuck, finish with me, yeah?â You nod rapidly âyesss, Rafey!â He moans âgo ahead, baby, finish fâmeâŠâ
He goes a little harder, his thrusts fast and harder. Causing you to finish around him. That triggers his own release. Coming inside of you. He slowly his movements.
He drops in top of you, he would usually go for another round with you. But being gone for a week wore him out. He rests his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes. His breathing ragged, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He speaks between breaths âyou⊠good?⊠fuck⊠missed this..â he pecks you lips as you nod. âYeah, Iâm⊠okayâŠâ
After that, he picks you up and starts to run a bath. The night wasnât completely over. He still has to cuddle with you. Make up for the time he was away for business. And after having the most loving sex he just had. Movies and cuddles with his wife and mother of his kids sounded great. Loving her was great.
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rose [tattooH x innocenty/n]
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synopsis: Harry's a tattoo artist who can't figure out the best way to say how in love he is with the flower shop owner next door
word count: 10.5k
content warnings: smut (first time oral f recieving, daddy kink, praise kink, virgin Y/N), brief mentions of violence
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this is a lot !! like a lot happens !! also everyone smiles a lot,, i can't help it they're happy
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Harry had come to the conclusion that of all the things he had had to do in his twenty-six years of life - all the things he had to do and say to get where he was today - saying I love you to his girlfriend was proving to be one of the most intricate tasks he had encountered.
And it wasn't because he didn't love her. From the moment she stepped into his tattoo shop with determination and fear all intertwined into one expression right up until now, he was pretty sure his relationship with Y/N was the physical embodiment of what it meant to be loved and to love in return.
He had learnt so much about the sweet, pretty girl next door. From her little habits and small quirks that she didn't think he ever noticed.
Y/N loved wearing Harry's clothes. He had bought a new band tee from an online shop one of his friends had recommended to him. When the parcel hadn't arrived on time, he wondered if it had gotten lost in transit or they'd delivered it to the wrong address. He had emailed them once or twice to see its whereabouts only to find the Fleetwood Mac t-shirt on the body of his girlfriend asleep on his sofa when he came home from work. "But Harry, they're so soft and comfy!" She argued when he accused her the next morning. "Know that baby but I need clothes to wear." He was trying not to smile and pinch her cheeks when he caught a glimpse of her pouty lips. "But Harry-" He couldn't help but interrupt her with a quick kiss to her lips, "Can use some of my old shirts flower, y' can pick them out. C'mon sweet girl," He led her to his wardrobe and let her scramble through the box of his old shirts.
She loved being praised. Harry thought it was the cutest thing ever when he'd compliment her or tell her how good she was for him and her cheeks would turn a dusky pink colour. He'd often find himself kissing the crescent moon-shaped dimples on her cheeks whenever she'd beam up at him after he mumbled sweet praises into her ear, "M' good girl," He'd say, "Best girl, m' favourite flower."
She loved physical touch from him and him only. His favourite time of day was coming home after a busy day of working and finding his darling girl sitting up in bed, either reading or watching TV, waiting for him in his favourite soft, satin pyjamas she wears (he loved the feel of them under his hands whenever he held her). She'd make grabby hands for him as soon as she saw him walk through the door of her bedroom, wanting to touch him almost immediately. He'd kiss her a few times, run his fingers through her hair, stroke her cheek and brush his fingers over her arm. Even when they were walking through the streets of the town, Y/N would often cling to Harry - feeling anxious being around too many people. He'd comfort her with soothing touches, rubbing circles on the pulse point on her wrist to make sure she was okay.
There were so many things Harry had come to adore about his favourite girl in the entire world. From the way she'd look at him with big rounded eyes as though he hung up the moon and stars in the sky or knew the answer to everything she asked, to the way she'd melt under his touch whenever they'd do something even slightly intimate. He was so in love... He just didn't know how to tell her that.
Harry had never been in a serious relationship before so the idea of love didn't come easy to him. He had spent the majority of his life believing he was destined to be lonely, finding himself in one-night stands and never getting past the first date for lack of connection. He didn't know what romantic love looked like, felt like or even if it existed at all until he met his favourite flower.Â
Moments would crop up where he could feel the first syllable spike the tip of his tongue but invisible hands wrapped themself around his neck as he tried to let the words out. Y/N would sit patiently, waiting for him to continue speaking, but he'd just end up kissing her, hoping he could communicate his words without saying them.
He wasn't quite sure what he was expecting when it came to saying those three simple words, words that carried so much weight between them. Maybe it was because he wanted the moment to be special and memorable for her, so he waited for the perfect opportunity to confess. But the anticipation was driving him a bit crazy.
It was very early Wednesday morning. Y/N was cutting up sheets of tissue paper since it was nearing winter and people would be out buying gifts soon for their loved ones. She had ordered a bunch of new seed packets and planned to make little gift sets to sell.
Harry was sitting at the workshop table in the middle of the shop. He was wearing his shorts and a black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head. He wore his worn-out, white Vans as if they were slippers, with the left shoe dangling precariously from his toes, threatening to slide off at any moment. His tired eyes tried to remain focused on counting the coins for Y/N's till since she always miscalculated and would have to go visit him for more money even though his shop was cashless which he reminded her every time as he slipped her a five-pound note from his own back pocket.
The shop was silent in the early hours of the morning as the two worked separately. Y/N enjoyed that she didn't constantly have to make conversation with her boyfriend for him to be interested. They were happy to just be in each other's company for as long as possible.
"Baby," Harry's raspy voice broke the comfortable silence between them. Y/N's head lifted naturally in response, "C'mere." He opened his arm out but his eyes were still trained on counting the coins.
Y/N smiled tiredly and walked over to him, tucking herself into his side and holding onto the arm that wrapped around her. He kissed the top of her head, "Didn't get to hold y' this morning, left me cold." He murmured against her.
"M sorry, H. It's always stressful when the season changes." She sighed, thinking about all the work she still had yet to do before autumn passed.
"S okay, just missed you is all." He hummed. Y/N turned herself so she was pressed against the worktop and looking up at him. She loved every version of Harry at all times of day but something about Harry in the morning made her swoon. He was so soft and cuddly, needy and grabby, she'd always have to pry his hands off of her in the morning so she could get to work on time.
Y/N grinned and leaned her head forward, past the hood of his sweatshirt, to kiss him. "Wanted to ask you if yâ would come on a date with me this Saturday.â He whispered, eyes still closed from kissing her.
Every eight weeks, Y/Nâs shop would close for the entire weekend. Since her shop was open most days, she wanted to give herself at least some time off to look forward to. Harry knew that particular weekend was coming up because of how much she was looking forward to it so he made sure to free up his weekend too so he could take her out for the day.Â
They had been on dinner dates and done a few other things here and there but there was only so much they could do in their small town. So as soon as he thought of the idea, he booked train tickets to take Y/N to the coast for the day.Â
âHmmm,â Y/N sighed, reaching into his hood to wrap her arms around his neck, his skin warm against her touch. âWhere would we go?â
âS a surprise,â He whispered into her ear, his breath warm.Â
âIâd love to go on a date with you Harry,â She replied, voice soft.Â
âYeah? Itâll be cold so youâll need to wear a sweater.â He told her.Â
"I only own sweaters," She rolled her eyes, pushing away from him so she could get back to work.
"Yeah, my sweaters." Harry teased.
Y/N narrowed her eyes, "Get back to counting those coins or you'll be fired."
"Yes ma'am," He couldn't stop smiling to himself as he carried on counting each penny.
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The small train was busy on the way to the coast on Saturday morning but luckily they had managed to grab two seats next to each other by the window. Y/N insisted that they listened to one of the very many playlists she had curated for them both to listen to. It wasnât long into their relationship that Harry had come to realise that music was one of Y/Nâs love languages.Â
He remembered when he first moved in and heard her music through the walls of her apartment as he bought his food shopping up the stairs his first night. The music played well into the night and he had planned to knock on her door and ask her to turn it down like she had done to him the day they had first met, but his ears caught onto her singing. He pressed his ear up against the door and listened as she sang to herself whilst dishes clinked together. She wasnât the best singer he had ever heard but something about her soft voice soothed him, so he turned around and went about his night with the girl singing next door.Â
Y/N pulled out her wired earbuds not long after theyâd sat down and gave one of them to Harry. After Hours by The Velvet Underground started playing and Harry smiled to himself as he watched Y/N gaze out the window of the train. He reached for her hand which was covered by her fingerless gloves she had crocheted herself and intertwined their fingers together.Â
The train pulled into the final station an hour later. Harry held tightly onto Y/N as people bustled to get on and off the train at the same time. The weather wasnât perfect when they had arrived - slightly overcast and grey - but it didnât stop Y/N from gasping at the sight of the ocean in front of her.Â
âHarry look!â She pointed as the waves rolled into the shore. She looked adorable in her white hat and earmuffs, her white puffer coat made her look like a giant marshmallow. She was almost matching Harry, in his black puffer coat and green bobble hat.Â
âY/N! Slow down baby,â He called for her as he ran to catch up with her.Â
They walked down the steps and onto the beach which was practically void of any people other than a few dog walkers. He was thankful he had told her to wear a thick coat since the wind was bitter and cold. Harryâs smile was so wide, that his dimples pierced each one of his cheeks as he watched her run around in her UGG boots and leggings.Â
âBeautiful,â Harry whispered, hoping the words would get caught in the wind and blow straight to her so she could hear them.Â
âItâs been so long since Iâve seen the sea,â She closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh sea air. Harry came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.Â
They walked side by side with each other. Harry held Y/Nâs hand inside the pocket of his coat and every once in a while, she would stop to pick up a shell which she would pass to him to put in his other coat pocket. At some point, it started to drizzle down with rain but they carried on walking and talking along the beach.Â
Harry would watch as Y/N ran up to the sea to pick up bits of sea glass and try to not get caught by the water. She looked adorable as she ran up the beach looking back at him with her woolly hat and giant coat swamping her. Strands of hair stuck to her damp, rosy cheeks as rain dripped from her coat since they had been out so long. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her as she crouched down to look at something sheâd found in the sand. He made a mental note to share it on everything he possibly could so everyone in his life would know how much he loved her, even if she didnât know just yet.Â
Harry swore he was going to tell her he was in love with her right there and then but his heart fell out of his chest when he watched her trip and stumble back onto the sand. âY/N,â He rushed over, immediately wanting to check if she was okay, only to be met with her giggling and laying back on the sand like a starfish on land.Â
âLay here with me,â She patted the spot next to her.Â
The last thing Harry wanted to do was get his new black trousers wet and dirty from the sand but he would do anything and everything she asked him to do so he fell onto the sand and laid right next to her.Â
His pinky finger hooked with hers as they both looked up at the sky, âAre you happy flower?â He asked.
âI think this is the happiest Iâve ever been in my life,â She confesses and the words make Harryâs heart grow ten times the size. âI think spending time with you is when Iâm the happiest Harry.â
When it reached past midday, Harry took Y/N to grab something to eat before they had to take the train home again. Their coats were dripping when they stepped inside the small cafe Harry had picked out for them. The kind owner had even offered to dry them both for them before they had to leave again.Â
âHarry,â She gasped, âThey do blueberry pancakes!âÂ
Harry smirked, not wanting to tell her that he had picked this cafe specifically because they made one of Y/Nâs favourite foods, âReally? Thaâs your favourite right baby?â
She nods, âIâm gonna get that- ooo it even comes with the option of honey or syrup!â Y/N beams.Â
By the time their food had arrived, they were well invested in conversation, âWas thinking of getting my ear pierced next weekend. One of my mates has free space and thought it would be fun to get a hoop or something.â Harry tells her.Â
Y/N paused on chewing her pancake as she pictured her boyfriend with a hoop earring. She swallowed down her food before getting out, âThat would be hot.â
Harry laughs at her bluntness, âYeah?â He smirked, âYou think so?â Y/N nodded, her cheeks tinged pink.Â
Although they kissed and made out at any spare moment they could, they hadnât really branched out from the time Harry had touched her for the first time. Y/N knew Harry was trying to be patient about it - he was a gentleman like that - but she was going crazy not having his ring-clad hands touching her skin, providing that ecstasy he had given her a glimpse of for the first time. Â
âY alright there flower?â Harry crooned, âAnything on your mind youâd care to share.â
Y/N shook her head, ridding them of her dirty thoughts, âM okay, H.âÂ
âAlright,â His eyes twinkled as he smiled at her, âYou look beautiful by the way.â
âThank you, Harry,â Her eyes softened, âAnd thank you for bringing me here today, Iâve loved being here with you.â
Harry parted his lips as if to respond, but found himself speechless, the words trapped somewhere in his throat. Y/N looked at him expectantly, her eyes silently urging him to express whatever was on his mind. With a sigh, his shoulders slumped, and he finally spoke, "I've loved being here with you too. I love every moment I get to be with you." Y/N beamed as Harry inwardly cursed himself for being unable to articulate the depth of his feelings. Yet, as he saw the radiant smile spread across Y/N's face, he couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth and contentment wash over him, knowing that his words were enough to reach her for now.Â
After the train journey home, which took slightly longer than anticipated, Harry carried Y/N up to her apartment and into her bedroom where he slumped her down on her bed. Y/N hummed at the feeling of her warm, cosy sheets beneath her. âComfy mâlove?â He grinned, tugging the sleeves of his coat off so he was just in his white t-shirt and black trousers.Â
âIâm so sleepy,â Y/N sighed, eyes closed whilst Harry tugged her shoes off as her feet dangled over the edge of the bed.
âCause youâve been running around all day huh? Could barely keep up with you half the time.â Harry briefly massages the souls of her feet after taking both her shoes off, knowing they were probably aching from running on the beach all day.
âBut it was sooo much fun,â Y/N whined, her tired eyes peering down at Harry.
âYeah, yeah, I know that lovie. Need to get yâ out of these clothes so I can put them in the wash.â He tugs on her leggings.
âCan you do it?â Y/N asks, âM too tired.â
Harry pauses, âYâ sure baby? Donât want yâ to be uncomfortable.âÂ
âM sure Harry, I trust you.â She tells him.
He smiles to himself as her words settle in the space between them. A smile curves his lips almost involuntarily, reflecting the quiet gratitude he feels towards her trust. âAlright, lift yâ hips for me, flower.â He instructs and Y/N does as sheâs told, lifting her hips so he can pull down her leggings leaving her in her pink lacey panties.Â
Harry swallows as he sees the apex of her thighs. He hadnât seen this much of her before and he could already feel himself harden in his jeans at the sight of her. âThink yâ can sit up for me flower? Jusâ so I canât take your sweater off?â He tries to stop staring at her bare legs but he canât seem to take his eyes away.
Y/N groans but does as sheâs told, sitting up and putting her arms up so Harry can remove the sweater from her torso. Her eyes are still shut and Harry gently pulls the soft sweater over her head.Â
When her eyes open, the first thing Y/N sees is Harry standing above her with his gaze fixed on her figure and she realizes this is the most he's ever seen of her yet. She had nothing but a vest and underwear to cover her body. Y/N was pretty sure he could see the curve of her breasts and the outline of her nipples through the thin, white material.Â
âHarryâŠâ she whispers, suddenly realising what was happening, how the temperature in the room had suddenly shifted.
Y/N shivered as Harry cupped her cheek and bent forward to kiss her. She leaned backwards onto the bed, resting on her elbows as Harry kept his hold on her cheek, using his other hand to place on her hip as he crawled on top of her. His hand was warm and big and his fingertips pressed into her skin sending a joint of electricity down through her body.Â
They kissed and Harry groaned as Y/N uncontrollably rolled her hips into him, âHarry,â Y/N repeated, placing her hands on his chest.
âWhat baby?â He asks.
âI-I feel strange,â She confesses, not really knowing how to go about telling him what was on her mind.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, âWhatâs wrong?â
Y/N shook her head immediately, âN-no nothingâs wrong. Itâs just⊠Remember last time? When youâŠâ she couldnât seem to finish her sentence, too embarrassed to describe what Harry had done when he taught her how to touch herself.
âWhat about it?â He wonders, patience and curiosity on his face.
âI-I want to do it again but different.â She cringed at her words, âI mean, I want to try something new. L-like I want you to show me something new I mean.âÂ
Harryâs features softened, âYeah? You want me to take care of you huh?â
Y/N nodded, relieved he understood what she was hinting at without her having to admit it herself, âYes.â
âWhat do you want me to do baby?â He kisses down the side of her neck, Y/Nâs head rolling to the side to give him more room to explore her skin.
âI-I donât know,âÂ
âOh I think you do flower otherwise you wouldnât be asking for something new to try would you?â He sucks on the skin of her neck and she whines at the feeling. His green eyes meet hers as he lifts his head up, âCâmon sweet girl, tell daddy what you want from him.âÂ
Her mouth fell open and her heart beat erratically in her chest, âI-I need you down there daddy.âÂ
âYeah? You want daddy to touch you down there baby?âÂ
âY-yes daddy please.â
âStill so polite.â Y/N seemed to melt as he crawled down her placid form, he could do anything to her and she wouldn't mind as long as he was touching her in some way.
She suddenly gasped when she felt him blow warm air onto her nipple beneath her vest. âCan I lift your vest baby? Can you let daddy see these cute tits?âÂ
âMhm,â She hummed, her body vibrating with excitement and nerves. Harryâs fingertips brushed the skin of her tummy as he pulled her vest up to reveal her breasts.Â
âFuck baby,â Harry groaned. âYouâre so beautiful.âÂ
âYour shirt too!â Y/N insisted, feeling a little insecure as Harry was still in his white shirt.
Harry was quick to pull off his shirt to reveal his tattooed torso that Y/N had traced and slept on almost every night since they had met. Her hands were immediately on his warm skin as he kissed down the swell of her breasts. Y/N gasped as Harry gently pressed a kiss to her left nipple, sliding his other hand up to cup her other one, âSee that? Yâ were made for daddy.â He said as her breast fit perfectly in his hand.Â
âDaddy I need you,â Y/N whispered.
âSuch a greedy girl.â He tuts, âTrying to worship you ân youâre just begging me to make you cum.âÂ
âN-no-â Y/N wanted to argue but Harry quickly kissed her lips before moving down her body.Â
âLook at these pretty panties. Can already see youâre all soaked through them.â Y/N could practically hear the smile on his face. âCan I see baby?âÂ
âY-Yes, daddy.â She swallowed back her nerves, even though Harry had already seen her down there, it was her first time experiencing someone be so up close. Y/N felt his fingers hook around the waistband of her panties until they were halfway down her thighs and waited for him to react.
âFuck me,â Harry hisses. âWonât ever get over the sight of this pretty pussy. Always manage to live up to yâ nickname, donât yâ flower?âÂ
Y/Nâs cheeks heat but before she has time to protest Harry leans forward and presses a kiss to her throbbing pussy. She snaps her thighs shut tightly and gasps, âW-what-â
âShhh flower,â Harry kisses her knee and then gently hooks both her legs over either of his shoulders so she canât close her thighs to hide away from him, âDaddyâs gonna take the ache away okay? Know youâve been feeling all needy for daddy. Gonna do something thatâll help and put you right to sleep mâkay?â
Y/N swallows harshly and fists the fabric of the blanket beneath her. Her heart was racing and her belly was swirling with need and desire as she waited for Harry to do something.
He kissed the inside of her thighs, âYou trust me?â He asked, waiting for her approval, âBecause Iâll stop as soon as you say so, promise yâ that.âÂ
âYes, daddy.â She said because she did trust him, wholeheartedly, âI trust you.â
âThatâs mâ girl.â Y/N waited until she felt his warm breath blow over her pussy. His mouth pressed another kiss to her before she felt his tongue swipe across her slit. Y/N gasped at the unfamiliarity of it as he flicked his tongue softly over her to get her accustomed to it. His eyes looked up to see Y/Nâs reaction at the first touch of his mouth. He smirked to himself as her breasts heaved cutely and her cheeks were flushed pink.Â
âHarry,â she whimpered.
âS not my name flower.â He murmured against her.Â
She tried to close her thighs but Harryâs head lay buried between them, licking and stroking his tongue against her. He wrapped both his tattooed hands around her thighs to keep them open, pressing his fingertips into her plushy skin. âDaddy,â she whined.
He licks up her wet cunt once more until he finds her clit. Y/N jolts at the sudden attention to her sensitive bundle of nerves. His lips pucker against her tiny, pink clit glistening with arousal, a whimper eliciting from Y/Nâs lip. He moves his tongue in circles around it before gently sucking on the small bud.
Y/Nâs a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him as he licks and sucks on her clit, her wetness coating his chin. She bucks her hips against his mouth and quickly removes one hand from the bed to weave into his hair. Harry groans as she tugs on his curls, his cock leaking precum in his trousers, the vibrations going straight to Y/Nâs clit.Â
âDaddy, f-feels so good,â She mewls, continuing to tug on his hair. Harry ruts his hips against the mattress, in hopes he could get some relief as he continues his assault on her pussy.Â
âY' so fucking sexy Y/N.â He grumbled, unable to stop his attention from her weeping, little cunt.
Her thighs began to tremble as she felt the coil tighten in her belly. Harryâs hand removed itself from her thigh and slid up the bed to reach for her hand that wasnât already in his hair. He intertwined their fingers as if comforting her without saying anything.Â
He paused his assault on her clit, Y/N whimpering at the sudden loss. Instead, he flattened his tongue against her once more before dipping his tongue into her hole a little as if testing the waters to see whether sheâd like it. Y/Nâs back arched and Harryâs hand left hers to place itself flat against her tummy to hold her still, the cool metal of his rings made her shiver as they touched her skin. His tongue delved in and out of her, using his other hand to rub circles on her clit with his thumb.
Y/Nâs mouth fell open, her head fell back and her legs turned to jelly. âY close angel girl?â Harry murmured, peeking up at her to see her blissfully zoned out from his touch.Â
âFeels sâ good daddy, s-so so so good,â She babbled her head lolling from side to side.Â
âWanna cum baby? Wanna make a mess on daddy?â He urged her, feeling her core clench.Â
She jerkily nodded, âMhmmm,â She hummed.Â
âLemme have it, baby, daddy worked so hard, lemme taste yâ cum.â He hastened his movements on her clit and continued to lick and suck at her pussy, âCum fâ me baby.â He coaxed. "Can't wait to feel y' round my cock someday, practically begging to feel y' tight, little hole. 'm gonna be the first and only one to fill y' up, isn't that right? Gonna let daddy stretch you out and fill y' up. You're all mine, 'm favourite flower."
His filthy words set Y/N alight. She felt the coil snap as pleasure rushed through her entire body and filled all of her senses. Harry groaned, continuing to press himself up against the bed until he felt his own orgasm building too, his lips staying on Y/N as she came. He lapped up her juices, riding her through her orgasm and tasting all she had to offer for the first time. âThatâs my girl baby, so good.â He cooed.Â
Harryâs eyes rolled back as his cock released inside of his boxers, his head falling to the side and resting on the inside of her thigh as he breathed heavily, âFuck,â He groaned, eyes rolling to the ceiling.Â
The room was quiet other than the sounds of them trying to catch their breath. Harry kissed the inside of Y/Nâs thigh and worked his way up her body, placing soft, spongy kisses on her bare skin until he was face-to-face with her.Â
Harry grinned lazily, his eyes tired as he brushed the hair off her face. His heart stuttered; he felt himself losing his breath all over again despite having just come down from the high of his release as he looked down at his girlfriend. Her cheeks were flushed and her skin was glowing from the afterglow, tendrils of baby hairs framed her face and her eyes were hazy and soft as she looked into his own.Â
âThank you daddy,â She whispered to him.Â
Harry pressed a kiss to her lips. Her legs hooked around his waist as he circled his arms around her to pull her in tighter, âYou okay? Was that good? Not too much?â He wanted to make sure she was okay before anything else. Heâd hate himself if he did something she didnât like or didnât want to do.Â
âM okay,â She smiled, her voice tired. He kissed her once more knowing she could probably taste herself on his lips. âIt felt good.âÂ
âYâ made me cum,â He admits, feeling the discomfort of his own release in his boxers.Â
âI did?â Y/Nâs eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise.Â
âYeah, flower. That was so fucking sexy.â Y/N whined and tried to hide herself behind her hands. Harry chuckled at her reaction, grabbing her wrists to move her hand away and kissing her forehead before lifting himself from her. âLetâs get yâcleaned up.âÂ
Harry walked over to Y/Nâs dresser to grab himself some clean boxers from the drawer he had curated from the nights he had spent with her. He also grabbed her some clean underwear and one of his shirts to wear to bed.Â
In the bathroom, he got himself cleaned up and grabbed a cloth dampening it under the running water in the sink for his love who was waiting for him in bed. Harry paused at the door when he entered her room after he was met with a sight he longed to treasure in his mind forever. Y/N was lying completely bare on her bed. Her eyes were shut, her chest moving up and down and her hair was sprawled out around her. He didnât know how he got so lucky with her, she was a living angel.
âCâmere flower,â He murmured, spreading her legs apart slightly and trying not to react to the sticky, glistening mess between her thighs. He placed the dampened cloth against her and calmed her down as she jolted beneath his touch from how sensitive she was.Â
Once they were all cleaned up, Harry climbed under the blankets with Y/N half asleep against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and ran a finger up and down the length of her spine beneath her shirt. "Sleep now, flower," he whispered his voice a gentle caress in the quiet of the night. The warmth of his presence soothed Y/N to fall asleep.Â
In the hazy blur of her consciousness, she murmured, words slipping from her lips without thought. "Love you," she breathed, the three words escaping her lips as effortlessly as a sigh, yet she remained unaware of what they meant.Â
Harry stilled, his breath catching in his throat, âW-what?â But Y/N didnât reply, instead, soft snores left her lips as she fell asleep beside him.Â
. . .
It was the Friday after Harry had taken Y/N to the beach. Fridays were always busy at the tattoo shop so Harry was working away until the late hours of the evening. Y/N sat on a chair, her legs swinging backwards and forward as she played a game on Harry's phone. The sound of the tattoo gun hummed in the air whilst a bossa nova played over the Bluetooth speaker. Harry was still working despite the fact it was nearly time for Y/N to go to bed (She had a strict regime before bed which gave her exactly eight hours of sleep each night). He had promised her this would be his last customer as she waltzed into his tattoo shop, ready to go to his apartment together.
Harry hadn't mentioned to Y/N what she had unknowingly said in her sleep. When they woke up the next morning, he gently broached the subject, asking, "Hey, do you remember anything you said last night while you were asleep?"
Y/N, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, just shrugged in response. "Not really," she mumbled, her voice heavy with drowsiness. "Did I say something strange?"
"No, not at all," Harry assured her, though inwardly, he couldn't shake off the weight of her words. "Just thought you might've had a dream or something." But even as he spoke, he couldn't shake off the lingering memory of her whispered confession, playing over and over in his mind like a sweet melody.Â
"Y' holding up okay there m'love?" Harry checked in, working on the final few finishing touches of the tattoo he had been working on.
"Mhm," She smiled but Harry could tell she was getting sleepy from the way he'd caught her eyes fluttering shut when he glanced over at her.
"Can go sleep on the couch out front if you're feeling sleepy." He offered, wanting to make sure his girl was okay before he finished off the tattoo for his customer. He knew first-hand how grouchy she got when she didn't get her sleep.
"M okay here Harry," She insisted, thinking she was lying to him well enough over how tired she was. "Can I watch?" She strained her neck to get a better look at what Harry was doing.
"Course flower, c'mere," Harry pushed his chair forward to give Y/N space to stand behind him so she could watch over his shoulder. He pushed down on the peddle and continued the tattoo as Y/N watched over him.
"Does it hurt?" She wondered, watching the needle press ink into the customer's skin.
"Jus' a little sting but when you've had so many it's not so bad," Harry replied.
Y/N watched in fascination. She was not only impressed by the design Harry had drawn out and tattooed to the customer so effortlessly but also how brave people must be to have such a permanent mark on their skin. She tilted her head to the side, "I want one," She mumbled.
Harry paused, "What?"
"Nothing," She replied, quickly.
Harry had heard what she said but decided he'd bring it up when there wasn't another person in the room, knowing how shy she got around people she didn't know.
After completing the tattoo, he wrapped it up and chatted with the customer for a little bit. Meanwhile, Y/N browsed through his tattoo design sketchbook with a furrowed brow. Once the conversation was done, he shut the door behind the customer and turned the sign to 'closed.'
He walked over to his seemingly overthinking flower and kissed the top of her head, "Wha's wrong m'love?" He smiled softly, wrapping both arms around her and pulling her into his chest.
"Jus' looking H," She tilted her head back to look up at him, kissing his chin in the process.
"Didn't know we were telling fibs tonight flower," He teased, spinning her around in his embrace.
"M not lying," She hid her face in his chest because he always knew when she was lying and she was most definitely lying.
"Can you look up f'me baby just f' a sec," He murmured and looked down to see the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen, round and sparkling under the blue lights of his shop. "Woah," He whispered to himself.
"What's wrong?" A crease appeared in between her brows.
"Nothin' just...you're so pretty," She whined, nuzzling her face into his neck to hide her very red face. Even though it was hard to tell under the blue lights, he knew she was blushing. "Hey, no, can I have a kiss please?" He cupped the back of her head and pulled her away from the comfortable spot in his neck.
Y/N stood on her toes to kiss him, tasting the tinge of eucalyptus lip balm she had given him when he had complained of having sore lips from kissing her too much in the colder weather. "So y' want a tattoo?" He murmured against her lips.
Y/N pulled away, "I-I was just thinking but-"
"You're not sure?" She nods. "Don't have to get a tattoo today m'love, especially if you're not sure." Harry comforted her, seeing the uncertainty on her face. He kissed the crease between her eyebrows but her eyes were fixed on a tattoo on his upper arm.
"Where'd you get that?" She asked, her fingers skimming over the small design. It was a fine line drawing of a pair of angel wings with a flower in the centre between each wing. Harry had designed it not long after meeting Y/N and had only tattooed the design onto himself a few days ago.
"Jus' a little something I drew 's all." He shrugged, "Reminded me of you."
Y/N's lips parted like she couldn't believe what he had just said, "For me?"
He nods, "Wanted to have you somewhere on me at all times."
Y/N goes quiet and Harry gives her the time to think as he packs away his things to head upstairs. By the time he's finished, Y/N's tugging on his sleeve and looking up at him with rounded eyes, "I think I'd like a tattoo, Harry."
Harry bit back a smile, "You do?"
"Mhm," She nodded, seeming sure of herself, "But I want you to do it."
"Wouldn't let anyone else do it anyways flower." He pulled out the kit he had just put away, not feeling annoyed in the slightest because he loved this girl and would set up his equipment all over again even if she decided she no longer wanted the tattoo anymore.
Y/N shimmied up onto the chair and glanced over at him, "What are you wanting on you baby?" He asked.
"I want the same one as you please Harry," She says, referring to the tattoo of the angel wings.
He smiles, "Wanna match with me, sweet girl?" He kisses her lips quickly.
Y/N nods, beaming up at him, "Yes please."
"So polite," He taps her cheek before going to his worktop and drawing out a stencil with a careful hand. Y/N sat in the chair with her feet hovering above the ground. She was fiddling with her fingers in her lap as she glanced around at the designs she had admired many times before when she'd sit and wait for Harry whilst he worked.
"M'kay lovie, where'd you want it?" Harry asked.
"Oh," She pursed her lips, "I didn't think that far."
"Didn't think that far?" Harry chortled, "How about on your arm?â He squeezed her arm softly above the crease of her elbow, "Won't hurt too bad if we do it here."
"Okay Harry," She nodded, trusting him implicitly. Harry wanted to smother her in kisses with the way she was looking at him like she would do anything he said without even questioning it.
Harry prepped everything, making sure he had all he needed to start the tattoo. He went a little slower than he normally would, wanting to give her enough time to make sure she was certain about getting the tattoo. He mixed up the ink and switched on the tattoo gun as Y/N lay back against the leather chair.
"Y' okay flower?" Harry checked again, expecting to get the same answer he had already gotten only for her to chew on her lip and scrunch up the fabric of the skirt she was wearing.
"M a little nervous," She admitted, blushing.
"Hey it's okay to be nervous," He cooed, dropping the equipment and rolling over to her on his chair. He leaned against the seat she was lying in so his face was up close to hers, he brushed a few strands of hair from her face and the feeling of his hands calmed the nerves Y/N was feeling. "It'll hurt a little bit. Some people say it feels like a little like a tiny scratch but you get used to the feeling."
"But what if you start and then I don't want it anymore because it hurts?" She realises she should have asked these questions before they had gotten this far.
"Tha's why you need to be sure you want it sweet girl. Don't wanna see you in pain either but it's a small tattoo so won't take long and it's on your arm which means it hurts a little bit less." Harry explained.
"Okay," She nodded, "B-but can you distract me a little? It'll help if you distract me."
Harry smiled, kissing her lips, "Can distract you any way you want, baby. Here," He removed the dog tag necklace he wore all the time without failure and handed it to her, "Can fiddle with this while I draw on you."
Y/N felt her shoulders relax a little as she felt the cool metal in her hands, "Okay Harry." His lips pressed against her forehead, "Okay Y/N." He grinned.
Harry pulled on some gloves and got the tattoo gun running. Y/N went stiff as the humming sound filled the room but she reminded herself of Harry's words and continued to play with his necklace. "Okay, ready baby?" He gave her one last kiss for comfort and then, when she nodded her head, the needle made contact with her skin.
She gasped as the tiny needle pricked at her skin. It wasn't as painful as she thought it was going to be but it wasn't comfortable either. She tried to relax but her muscles were all tensed up.
Harry tried to comfort her as best as she could. Whispering words of encouragement, "So good baby, y' so brave." He'd say and tell her it would be over in a moment even though a moment felt like an eternity in her mind.
"Is it over yet?" She was starting to feel the discomfort and was already waiting for it to finish.
"Almost angel," He cooed and finished up the final lines of the drawing. "There we go, all finished."
Y/N let out a long breath she didn't know she was holding and immediately her eyes flickered down to the tattoo Harry had drawn on her. She was in awe of how beautiful and intricate the design was and how quickly Harry had managed to draw it so perfectly. It was a perfect size on her arm, the angel wings matched exactly the same as the ones Harry had done on himself. She almost squealed with how happy she was with her first ever tattoo and how it was a permanent reminder of her sweet and loving boyfriend.
Harry grinned as he watched her face light up when she saw the tattoo, "'Y like it?" He asked, preparing the cream and wrap to put on it before she did something that would get it infected - they both knew she would do that if he wasn't careful.
"I love it, Harry!" She grinned, her smile lighting up the whole room.
Harry laughed at her happiness, "You're welcome baby." He applied the cream and wrapped it up before she could move anywhere. Instead of leaping out of the chair, she wrapped her arms around Harry and pressed her lips to his. He hummed, "Best tip I've ever gotten." He murmured.
"I kinda want another one," She couldn't stop looking down at her tattoo and taking in how pretty it was.
"Woah, slow down there flower, think you should wait a while until the next one." He repressed a smile. "But I'll happily draw up another one f'you."
"Okay Harry," She said, not really paying much attention to him.
"Alright c'mon, le's go upstairs. Wanna kiss you in bed if tha's okay." He quickly put all of his equipment away as Y/N gawked at her tattoo.
"I think I'd love that more than the tattoo," She sighed. Harry decided not to pull her up on the fact she was probably telling another fib.Â
. . .
"Y/N is that a tattoo!" One of her friends, Shakira, spoke out.
It had been two weeks since Y/N had gotten her first tattoo and she still wasn't over how pretty it was. Every morning she'd wake up and look at her arm and tell Harry how good of a job he did.
"No wonder you're a tattoo artist Harry!" She'd say, to which he'd just smile and sit patiently as she rambled about how much she loved her tattoo and how she wanted him to draw her another one.
"Oh yes!" Y/N rolled up the sleeve of her pyjama shirt so her friends could get a better look, "Harry did it. Isn't it pretty?" She sighed, thinking of her boyfriend who she hadn't seen since this morning.
Y/N had planned a slumber party at her place a few weeks ago since she hadn't seen her two friends, Shakira and Layla, in forever. She'd known them since high school and were the only two friends she really had other than Harry who was also her best friend.Â
Harry had promised he'd stay away and give her some much needed girly time. Although Y/N didn't like the idea of being away from Harry, she knew it was needed. He had some things he needed to do anyway and she wanted to give him space to do that too.
"Do you think he could do one for me?" Layla asked, her arm already littered with small tattoos.
"I can ask him for you if you'd like," Y/N offered, receiving a nod from Layla.
"What's it like being in a relationship?" Shakira asked, "I mean Harry seems the complete opposite of you, I'd never have pictured you together."
Y/N smiles, thinking back to their first interaction and how intimidated she was by him. Now she couldn't get enough of him, wanting to be with him and touch him whenever she could. "I know but Harry's... I don't know, he's not like how people assume. He's kind, caring and lovable. We have a lot more in common than most people think and even the things we don't have in common, Harry always listens to the things I have to say even when he doesn't completely understand."
"Awwww!" Y/N blushed when she realised she had been rambling too much again.
"You're so cute Y/N," Layla grinned. "And we're so happy for you. Harry seems like a great guy."
"He is," Y/N agreed, shyly.
"Have you said I love you yet?" Shakira smirked.
Y/N's smile faltered, "N-not yet..." She looked away from their gazes, "But I think I'm just waiting for the right time. Harry always has these moments where I think he's going to say it but he never does and part of me thinks he's still questioning it." Y/N admits.
Layla offers her a sympathetic gaze, "I'm sure he's just waiting for the perfect moment to tell you Y/N. Saying I love you can be a pretty big deal for some people."
"I know," Y/N nods in agreement, "And I'll wait for him, however long it takes."
Y/N spent the remainder of the evening gossiping and watching movies with her two best friends. Now and then, she would look down at her phone just in case Harry had sent her anything but nothing appeared other than a blank screen. She couldn't help but feel a little bit deflated that he hadn't checked in on her like he usually would but she quickly pushed the feeling away. Harry had other things he was doing, she'd see him later.
"Thank you for having us Y/N! It was so good to see you, we need to do it again sometime," Y/N stood at the door to say goodbye to her friends. It was nearing midnight and she wondered if Harry was in his apartment waiting for her.
"Thank you for coming! I missed you guys," Y/N chirped, she really did miss having her girlfriends around. She was so busy with work and spending time with Harry, that she rarely had time outside of those things. But after today, she was going to make it a priority to see her friends again.
"See you later Y/N!" Her friends waved as they walked down the steps from her apartment. Y/N smiled and waved until they were out of sight. She planned on calling Harry to check in on him and see if he was alright but a crash from his apartment halted her steps.
She paused, stilling herself so she could hear a little better. Another thud came from his apartment followed by a string of curses and something that sounded like a clutter of things falling on the floor.
"Harry?" Y/N called through the door but received no response. "Harry, are you okay? It's me, it's Y/N."
"Y/N," Harry's voice murmured through the door. Y/N relaxed a little at the sound of his voice but she was still worried about him. It wasn't normal for him to keep his distance from her like this.
"Harry, are you okay?" She rested her hand on the doorknob, preparing to open it so she could see him with her own eyes.
"I-I'm fine baby. Go t' sleep m'love. I'll be there in a little while," Y/N frowned when she heard him wheezing a little as he breathed between words. He spoke much too slowly compared to his usual drawl as though it was too much work for him to speak.
"Harry please, jus' wanna see you." She tries again, hoping he'll open the door.
"Promise I'll be there t' give you your kisses baby but I jus' need... a moment," Y/N's face fell.
"H-Harry you're scaring me," She said, quietly.
Harry was on the other side of the door, clutching onto his side. He was already hurting but hearing his angel begging to come in was killing him. He couldn't leave her out there. She looked the perfect remedy to his currently aching body when he looked through the peephole of his door and saw her already in her pyjamas, looking all snuggly and cute.
"Not tryin' t' scare you, dove. Please I'll be out in a minute." He hoped she would listen like she normally would. He needed enough time to clean up as best as he could so he could return to her- looking like the Harry she knew- but she wasn't having it, reminding him of just how stubborn she could be when she wanted to.Â
"Harry, I-I'm gonna open the d-door. I have to see if you're okay," She spoke, clearly and carefully.
Harry looked down as the doorknob twisted. He wanted to twist the key and lock it to keep her out but he lost control of his own mind as he stepped back and allowed her to push the front door open.
He stood under the dim light of his living room. He had been meaning to get the lightbulb fixed but he'd been spending too much time at Y/N's apartment to remember.
Her eyes went from his feet all the way up to meet his face. Her lips parted and her eyes started to water, his heart ached at the sight. "No baby," He stepped forward, pulling her into him and holding her to his chest even though it ached to do so.
"H-Harry," She whispered, her voice cracking, "What happened?"
She pulled back and cupped one of his cheeks in her small hand. Harry's eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, he could have sworn every ounce of pain lifted from her touch alone. "Was out with a friend, you know, the one who deals," He explained, referring to Mike who Y/N had met. He didn't want to hide from her and she already knew he smoked weed regularly so it was no surprise to her when he told her he'd been smoking, "We pulled over so he could drop something off but I guess the customer got a little aggressive. He was probably on something but he was refusing to pay I think Mike said. I was in the car and all I saw was this guy trying to swing at him. I ran out to help him and we managed to get away before he had the chance to do anything worse but he obviously managed to get a good few hits in before."
Harry hadnât remembered the last time he had gotten into a fight other than when he was a teenager just after his parents got divorced. He had managed to get a few punches in, making his knuckles all red and cut up, but he'd also been the victim of a few hits too. He had a black eye, a busted lip and a pounding headache from the impact of the punch he had received.
"Harry," Y/N choked on a sob, "Y-you could have been seriously h-hurt,"
"I know baby, I know." He cradled her head in his arms as she wrapped her arms around him, not squeezing too tight because she knew he was in pain. "But 'm here now."
Her eyes were red-rimmed as she looked at him, "You were helping Mike?" She asked.
"'s all I was doing baby, promise." He hated how worried she looked so he was willing to do anything to comfort her until she knew he was okay.
She pulled away, "W-where are you hurting?" She looks down as if checking him for any more bruising. He could see her visibly starting to panic, her hands shaking and her chest moving up and down rapidly.
"Hey, c'mere, c'mon now." He picked her up and brought her over to the couch, "M okay sweet girl, nothing to worry about anymore. Calm down f' me, please. Hate seeing you in a panic." He uttered to her, rocking her back and forth with her face buried in his neck.Â
"You're all b-bruised," She whimpered, "Y-you must be in so much pain."
"Not anymore my love. Hmmm, my flower is here, takin' all m' pain away aren't you dove?" He kissed her shoulder.
"C-can I help you?" She whispered, eyes blotchy and red from crying a little.
"Wanna patch up m' bruises love?" She nods as if there was nothing else she'd rather do than be there for him. "Alright, le's go to the bathroom and y' can help me." He carried her to the bathroom and placed her on the counter near the sink. He grabbed a first aid kit from the cabinet under the sink and handed it to her. "Didn't know m' girlfriend was a little nurse." He smirked, a blush covering her cheeks.
Harry stood between her legs with his hands on the counter on either side of her. He watched her as she cleaned the cuts and treated the bruise covering his eye. He smiled when the tip of her tongue stuck out between her lips, "Be careful, I'll bite that tongue." He teased.
Y/N squeaked hiding her tongue away, but quickly composed herself, "You're not getting anywhere near my tongue mister." She sasses and Harry grins so wide, his cheeks hurt.
"No? You don't think I deserve a kiss baby? M in so much pain." He hides his face in her neck and presses spongy kisses on her soft skin.
Y/N giggles at the ticklish sensation, trying to push him away, "No, you can't, not until I patch you up and you stop getting into fights."
"Actin' like I get into fights every other weekend baby," He smirks, "Only f' you."
Her mouth opens and closes as she tries to figure out what to say in such a flustered state from his words. He takes the opportunity to kiss her, their lips pressing together under the low light of the bathroom. He hadn't seen her since this morning and had been missing her all day but knew she needed some time with her girlfriends without him smothering her. It didn't stop him from glancing at his phone now and then to see if she'd called him, just like she had done.
The small time they spent away from each other during the day made him all the more desperate to kiss her. He cradled both her cheeks in his hand, brushing his thumb over her cheekbones. She wrapped her arms around his neck and played with the baby strands of hair on the nape of his neck. "Missed you," She murmured when their lips parted.
"Missed y' too flower." He hummed, "Don't know what's wrong w' me to want you this bad." His hands travelled down her arms, his fingers brushing over her tattoo as he slid past it before he intertwined their fingers together. âThink m just a teeny bit in love with yâ to be honest.â He confessed.Â
And suddenly they were both existing outside of their own bodies.
"W-what?" Y/N's eyes glazed over.
âOh shit.â Harry cusses, squeezing his eyes shut, his face scrunching in frustration, âWasnât meant to be this way flower.âÂ
âY-you love me?â Her bottom lip quivered, her brain not quite believing what she was hearing.Â
Harry's heart was racing as he looked her in the eyes, "I love you." The words left his mouth and had never felt so right or so freeing. He couldn't understand why now of all moments was the time to finally say it but a piece of himself felt whole and all the pain from his body had left as he told her the three words that had been trapped in his throat for so long.
Y/N's mind whirred as she processed Harry's words. The air seemed to thicken around them, and for a moment, time hung suspended. She searched his eyes for any sign of hesitation, but all she found was sincerity and vulnerability. "You do?" She whimpered.
"Oh no flower, don't cry. Hate seeing tears in those pretty eyes," He began to wipe them away as soon as they fell from her eyes.
"I'm sorry," She blubbered, "I never imagined... I never imagined someone could feel this way about me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Never thought I'd be in love either but here we are," He chuckled, "Love you so much, m'favourite flower." He rubbed their noses together.
Y/N's pouty lips sprouted into a beautiful smile, "I love you too Harry, more than anyone in the whole world."
"Yâ already told me that once before." He smiled, a mixture of adoration and a touch of amusement dancing in his eyes.Â
âI did?â She frowned.Â
âMhm,â Harry nodded, âBefore you fell asleep, you mumbled it and told me you loved me and when you woke up yâ didnât remember.âÂ
âReally?â She couldnât help but feel embarrassed knowing she admitted something so big in her sleep.
âHonestly,â Harry told her, âThink yâ were probably dreaming or something.â
âIs this a dream? Feels like it,â Y/N whispers.Â
âS most certainly not a dream mâlove.â Harry kissed her quickly, âGonna love you forever I think.âÂ
She leant forward, running her fingers through his hair as his head fell back. He hummed at the feeling, biting on his lip to stop himself from smiling so much before burying his face in the crook of her neck - in the place he loved so much. "Promise." He whispered, lips ghosting her skin.
Their fingers traced lazy patterns on each other's skin, a silent communication between them. The room was filled with the hushed whispers of their love, as if time had slowed down so they could savour the sweetness of this very moment.
Y/N yawned which made the corner of Harry's lips turn upwards, "Y' done fixing me up now? Wanna go t' bed love?" She nodded, wrapping herself around him. He reminded himself to clean away the first aid kit in the morning, his priority was getting his girl some much-needed sleep.
She curled into him when they lay in his small bed, her head resting on his chest right where her heart was. She played with his hair and he ran a hand up and down her bare back underneath her pyjama shirt, "I love you," She murmured into the quiet.
He hoped she could hear his heart beat a little faster at her words, "I love you s' much, flower. With everything in me, gonna be mine forever y'are." He mumbled the words into her ear.Â
Harry cupped the side of her face as her tired, glossy eyes looked at him with so much love and adoration, that he didnât know what to do with it all. In the dimly lit room, they leaned in close, their breath mingling as their lips met in a gentle, passionate kiss. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer, while hers tangled in his hair. They explored each other's mouths, lost in the heat of the moment, their bodies pressed together. Each kiss was filled with longing and desire, igniting a fire between them that burned brighter with every touch.
âIâve never loved anyone before,â Y/N whispered to him.Â
âReally?â Harry smiled.Â
âYouâre my first love.â Y/N has to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling so wildly but Harry tugs her lip with his thumb and suddenly her smile is so wide her cheeks turn pink.
âYouâre my first and only love.â He murmured.Â
She liked that and she loved him.Â
This was exactly where they were both meant to be âwith the person who had become not only their first love but their forever love too.Â
A flower tattooed to his heart.
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Warnings...18+, wlw, not proofread, also, written at 2am, established friends with benefits, self-indulgent smut, dom!Abby, shower sex, strap on (r!receiving), strap referred to as a dick/cock Word Count:2.08k || MDNI Banner Creds. || Donations 4 Palestine
Notes â The next fic I have based on a song will not be as fun! Just a heads up. Also, two works back to back within a few hours? We're so back
FWB!Abby who isn't known to be very open about her sexuality. Sure, there are rumors, and there are people she's told that she's lesbian, but that list is pretty limited to close friends. It's not that she's trying to hide it, anyone with working eyes who takes more than a second or two to look at her can tell, she just doesn't feel like it's anyone's business but her own.
And yours of course.
Abby's never been particularly sappy or romantic. Still, despite how intense her day-to-day is - fighting Scars, killing infected, being on high alert at every turn because there's no way of knowing what will be the next thing to try and kill her first - she's a bit of a thrill seeker in her own way. The idea of doing something seemingly forbidden, the rush of nearly getting caught doing something less than savory, has never failed to be a turn-on for her and it's something that, over time, you've become acutely aware of. She's gotten into the habit of dragging you into bathrooms, and storage closets, sometimes even taking it upon herself to get handsy underneath tables when in the presence of others just to see that nervous look you get.
It should be no shock to you that she'd do something like this and yet, you're still baffled.
The showers were peaceful today, it was late and most people were either asleep or just waking up for their own shifts. After a long patrol, all you wanted to do was turn on the hot water and let it soak over your aching muscles, washing the blood, dirt, and sweat that had accumulated on your skin down the drain. You weren't expecting to feel a large pair of hands gripping at your waist in the shower, and if you hadn't known better, you might have started swinging.
"Abby, what the hell?" You flinch a little under her grasp, and while you try to sound angry, the amused chuckle that forms with your words is hard to stifle.
"Nice to see you too" Abby mutters, already beginning an assault on your neck with her lips, trailing wet kisses down your skin as she speaks.
"I thought you said you were tired" You try and turn to face her but you're only met with a tightened grip on your body, forcing you to face the glass shower wall.
"I lied."
Before you can think up something snarky to say, Abby presses her front up against you further and you stiffen completely, the sensation of something that definitely isn't normally there now flush against your ass.
"What is that?" You question, turning your head in attempt to get a look at whatever it is she's got rubbing against you, but again she forces your eyes forward, grabbing your chin to make you face the wall again.
"I want you to guess." She purrs, nipping at your earlobe, unable to stop herself from letting out a low chuckle. "C'mon, baby, I know you remember. That shop we passed by the other day? You were all curious about it, but we never got the chance to really look around."
In order to somewhat jog your memory, one of her hands releases its grip on you, wrapping around what she has and pressing it between your soaked thighs, shallowly thrusting it between them. Your breath hitches at the feeling and the memory comes flooding back into your mind. It was a few days back - Manny had pointed out an old sex shop and being the man he is he just couldn't shut up about it. Mostly he'd bragged about how, as much as he'd like to experiment, his own hands and body got the job done just fine.
In the moment it was funny, and a little stupid. The three of you managed to catch a quick glimpse of the interior, seeing some of the different toys that hadn't been looted or destroyed and joking about all of the time people in the Old World must have had to be so experimental with their sex lives. Unbeknownst to you, one toy in particular had caught Abby's eye. She didn't point it out to you or Manny, but right before you all had to leave, the rest of your patrol group having already started packing up to head back to base, she'd hidden it so that she could go back for it later. And she did.
"Figured it out, pretty girl?"
Abby's voice snaps you out of your head and you nod, coaxing another low chuckle out of her.
"You wanna see it?"
The moment her hold on you loosens you turn around, eyes panning down her toned, naked frame to the black harness that was fixed around her hips and landing on the toy that had just been sliding up against your cunt. Your eyes widen at the sight of the thick, purple silicone toy dangling from her body, and as much as you'd like to deny the immediate heat that rises in your belly at the sight of it, you can't.
"I don't think that's gonna fit. And...and what if we get caught, Abs you can't just hide that thing"
You say it without much thought, your words forcing a genuine laugh out of your 'friend'. She shakes her head and playfully rolls her eyes.
"You worry too much, baby. I locked the door. If someone comes knocking, I can just get out and tuck it in my bag before we open the door" She reassures as she gently guides you by your waist to the fogged-up wall, pressing you against it. "And trust me, once I get you nice and warmed up, it'll fit"
Abby sinks to her knees in front of you without another word, settling herself between your legs and dragging her tongue along your slit. The doubt that was once present in the front of your mind quickly starts to fade as she laps at your dripping heat, your hands weaving into her wet hair and holding on to keep her in place. You feel the tip of two of her thick fingers dip into your pussy, coating the digits with your arousal before slipping them into you completely.
She never failed to have this effect on you, and if it weren't so sexy, it'd be frustrating. Your mind is so quick to go blank under her touch, hips unconsciously grinding against her tongue as she swirls it along your puffy clit. Abby's unusually slow about it at first, curling and scissoring her fingers in and out of you, making sure to prepare you as best she can, but by the time she slips in a third finger her impatience and excitement makes itself known. You're practically teetering at the edge of an orgasm when she pulls away from you entirely, a whine escaping you as you're denied a release.
"Abby..."
"Shh, baby I know" Abby murmurs, standing back up, smiling softly as she watches your brows fix together. "I want you to cum on my cock, not my fingers. You can do that for me, can't you?"
Something about the way she refers to it as her own, as if she'd grown it herself sends a shock of electricity through you, and you answer her with an eager nod.
"Atta girl, now be good for me and turn around" She instructs, pushing you flush against the glass when you obey her command.
Abby knows how badly you must be aching at this point, her own precum leaking down her thighs as her eyes rove over your back. Even so, she takes her time, fucking your thighs, calloused palms spreading your ass a bit to get a better view. She groans at the sight of your essence combining with the water, making the dildo glisten in the fluorescent lights.
"God, you're so fucking wet" She whispers. "So ready to get split on my fuckin' dick, aren't you?"
The desperate little whines and the way you wiggle your ass back onto her is all the confirmation she needs to slowly push in, though, to neither of your surprise with how soaked you are, it proves to be rather easy. The difference is almost funny to her. You looked so nervous when you'd seen it initially, and now you were sucking her in like you were used to it.
"There ya go, slipped in so fast baby, fuck"
The way Abby moans when the toy is all the way inside of you, the way she struggles to keep at a slow pace to make sure you're well adjusted to the girth - you'd think she could feel it. It's an adjustment for both of you, the task of keeping it from fully slipping out of you when she pulls back proving to be a tad more annoying than she thought it would be, but she figures it out. And, God, if it isn't fucking worth it when she does.
Each thrust is like a shock to your system, Abby's pace only increasing as she loses herself in the moment. She could probably - and likely will end up - cumming from this alone. It was already a bit of a fantasy in her mind, having often wondered what it would be like to fuck you like this, but she didn't think she actually could. Her vivid blues are transfixed on the way your ass jiggles with each hard thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin only made more intense by the water flowing along your bare bodies.
"A-Abby I- oh my god, please!" Words barely come out of you, and when they do, they're choppy breathless rambles with no real substance. Normally you were so careful about volume, but there are always times when she'd fucked you so stupid that you stopped caring. This, for example, being one of those times.
"So fuckin' pretty...you look so fuckin' pretty trying to take it for me" Her grip on your hips is bound to leave bruising, but all you can think about is how grateful you are for that fact. If not for her hands, you'd be on the ground by now, legs shaking and unable to hold your weight any longer.
Abby knows your tells well enough to see when you're about to explode - the incoherent sobs, twitching legs, your hands desperately trying to grab onto everything - anything that could possibly help ground you even a little bit. It only eggs her on, her arm snaking around your body to rub feverishly at your aching clit, almost impatient in her need to watch you come apart for her.
"Fuck, don't stop Abby, please, 'm so close...so fuckin' close" You manage to blurt out, damn near crying at the intensity, eyes rolled into the back of your head, head lulled forward against the wall. It's taking everything in you not to fall apart this instant but you want to drag it out for just a little longer.
"Almost there, honey, I got you... C-c'mon, be a good girl and cum all over my fucking cock"
The white-hot intensity of your orgasm sends you reeling, a string of curses and choked cries spilling from your lips, arousal further wetting your inner thighs as it spurts out of you. Abby can't help but moan loudly at the sight, continuing to pump in and out of you to let the base of the toy bump against her clit more, her own climax following soon after yours.
Somehow, Abby manages to stay upright despite her legs feeling like putty, knowing full well that if she falls you'll go down with her. Her strong arms wrap around you tightly as she pulls out of you, her sweaty forehead resting against your back as you both work to catch your breath.
"Fuck..that was..." She trails off, the actual strain of her actions hitting her body, making it difficult for her to get a word out between breaths. You giggle at the sound of her struggle, though you aren't doing any better.
"So fucking good.." Is all you breathe out, your mind still too fuzzy to think of something better to say.
Abby just nods, lacking the energy to say something snarky in response, the only sound remaining being the now cold water from the showerhead pitter-pattering against the ground, though eventually, she does force herself to speak up once more.
"Once I....catch my fuckin' breath...we're so doing that again"
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how rafe would treat his gf on her period
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rafe cameron x fem reader
word count: 796
warnings: menstruation, mentions of toxic relationship and period sex
a/n: yeah this is how rafe treats his girl on her period but also how he would be like in a relationship throughout the seasons? i got carried away, sorry not sorry
s1 rafe: sooo i feel like fratboy!rafe genuinely doesn't give a fuck, i don't even know if he would be capable of being in a relationship. i see him being involved with a girl but only for sex and he would only know she's on her period bc she would just text him that they can't meet today bc of it and he'd be like "uh huh cool" and would go jerk off
s2 rafe: here i think situation would be slightly different. i think our psycho bby could acc develop feelings for a girl, it would mostly be just sex but he could start falling for someone. so i think he'd fight a battle in his mind if he should come over to the girl's house and be there for her on her period or to completely neglect her. it's just he doesn't have a clue what to do and tbh he's occupied with other shit, he uses sex with her to forget. i think it's very similar to s1 rafe but with guilt and feelings creeping in (and obvious denial for this emotions)
s3 rafe: so okay we all know the shift from curtain bangs psycho rafey to buzz cut man of the house rafe who looked like he's getting his shit together. of course that means he's different when it comes to relationships. he still deals with a lot, but he finds you. and he kinda sees you as this light. a small light who he has to be very careful with so it won't go out. he is attentive to you. treats you right, but with some sort of distance and you don't blame him. he doesn't spend every day with you, he didn't even ask you to be his girlfriend yet, didn't make it official but he will and somehow you know it. when you're on your period you become quiet. you don't text him, but he finds out as he had a feeling that he should drop by your house. he finds you on your couch with a heating bag and cookies. you told him you weren't feeling well and he ordered you hot soup and made a quick run to pharmacy for some medicine. he still was clueless and thought you caught a cold. "rafe im not sick im just on my period" "oh" it's not like he avoids you, no. he visits you everday for the next four days but doesn't stay for long, always excusing himself with some meeting or business. you know he means the best for you but wish that he's going to be able to let you in soon. you're really patient with him, but start having doubts.
s4 rafe: is now fully committed to you. you talked to him how you really felt about this relationship. that you really cared and wanted to give him as much time as he needed, but also you couldn't waste it anymore waiting for him. and rafe realized that nobody else would have such patience for him. he was thinking about you a lot and he admitted to himself that you were the one. he made your relationship official and two months later you were living together. he was spoiling you, really. taking you on dates, buying you gifts and most importantly giving you his time. getting to know you, observing your daily habits, remembering stuff you said. your likes and dislikes. no wonder he became pussy whipped. and started to feel like he knows you better than yourself.
that's why when it's that time of the month you don't have to say anything. rafe knows. just by the way you whine when you wake up, he knows if you'd be able to get out of bed and get on with your day or you'd want to stay in bed cuddling, because he's your personal heater, makes back pain go away. gives you massages. cuddles with you all morning untill your stomach start to signal that it's time for some food. oh and he doesn't care about his schedule. he could clear it off, cancel the meetings, but he doesn't bother. his girl is the most important, his business associates don't even deserve a phone call on a day his girl is in pain. also he's not opposed to period sex at. all. orgasm is a great way to reduce cramps, so if that works for you and you want him to help you, he is the happiest to do so. if you're not comfortable with having sex these days he totally understands. wouldn't even thought of forcing you to do something, on your period or not. when he discovered that he has so much love in him, his only interest is to give it to youâĄ
dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws
tagging: @sugaraanddiesel @cherrylipglossss hope they'll enjoy it and @cameronsprincess bc maybe it will put a smile on her faceâĄ
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ë°ì±í ăPRETTY FACE
all the trouble sunghoon gets himself in lands him in your arms.
featuring â rich boy! sunghoon x fem reader
contents â kissing, mentions of cuts, injuries and blood, just a whole lot of fluff i miss writing cute stuff, insecurities perhaps ( 1370 )
notes â rich boy sunghoon....save me from him. also this was not meant to be above a thousand words and was supposed to be funny. and this one's for saint @hoonvrs hi bae
one thing youâve learnt while dating sunghoon, itâs always an adventure. so unforeseen, like when he showed up at your balcony, again, last night with a few bruises and cuts on his face. you had let him in and he avoids your attempt at cupping his face just as swiftly. and dating sunghoon is exhilarating, with the way you let him stay for the night, again, knowing your parents are home.
âgood morning,â you smile and brush your thumb over the cut on the corner of his lips. itâs red, his lips are dry, and yet theyâre soft when you lean down for a quick peck.Â
âmorning, sweetheart,â he says quietly. âhow creepy of you to watch me sleep,â
âguess iâll be a creep if it means i get to look at your handsome face,â you hum, fighting back a smile.
âis that a compliment i hear?â and heâs almost turning away to sleep, but your words catch him off, and he smirks drowsily with a soft and sleepy gaze adorning you. âwhatâs the occasion?â
âiâm serious, hoon. youâre handsome,â you insist with a frown, cupping his face again, thumb brushing over his cheeks as you lean in and whisper ever so tenderly. âso handsome, itâs crazy,â
âwell, arenât you sweet, my love,â and he canât help but wrap his arms around you, pulling you on top of him. itâs quiet, you lay with your head on his chest. itâs barely six, you look out through the huge glass window panes installed in your room by your request to fit the aesthetic, but now itâs how sunghoon climbs up your room every other night.Â
itâs not usual for him to get compliments. usually, youâre trying to play it cool, as if his words donât affect you as much as he thinks they do. on other days, youâre busy rolling your eyes every time he flirts. you make him work for compliments, itâs funny, and he enjoys it. a little bit of challenge in his way too easy lifestyle keeps him going. but todayâ as youâre quietly listening to his heartbeat while heâs caressing your backâ you want to stay like this.Â
he brushes his fingers through your hair, planting soft kisses on your head every few seconds. itâs rare for you two to be this quiet. with sunghoon, every minute spent on bed leads to something else, most of the time. but this time itâs silent, itâs risky, heâs in your room and as much as he jokes about it, the idea of being caught by your parents isnât something either of you fancy.
âi think i should get up and leave before yourââ it lands upon you to worry about keeping everything a secret, today itâs his job to make sure the secret is safe.
âit stings, doesnât it?â you cut him off immediately, pinning him down as he tries to get up. he can see the concern in your eyes, worries trickling through your finger tips and seeping through his skin when you lace your fingers over his scratches.Â
âi told you, theyâre not that bad,â he shrugs, too careless, carefree. he doesnât know why you worry yourself over something so minor. âthey donât even hurt,âÂ
âit hurts me to see you like this,â and his thoughts are put to halt when the words leave your mouth.Â
it was half past one when sunghoon knocked at the glass doors of your balcony. you were getting ready for bed after movies, and he was avoiding your gaze as you were running your eyes over his stateâ messy, hurt, and so were you. Â
âdid you get into another fight with heeseung?â you had asked and he avoided, again, dodging all your questions and attempts to check on him. you let him in, and he goes straight to your bathroom. his gaze doesnât meet your eyes, he avoids all the eye contact and conversation. he turns away to take off his shirt covered in dirt. itâs worse this time. âcome here,âÂ
you grabbed his arm to pull him towards you, but he refused to face you. heâs ashamed, like every time he is when you see him like this. the pretty face youâve always been so fond of no longer fits the definition. you tried to make him look at you, but he grabbed your hands, kissing your palms and pulled you to bed.Â
âis that a new way of telling me to not get into fights?â he asks, feigning a yawn, a faint chuckle following by. youâre still on top of him, pinning him down, and if he didnât know any better, you wouldâve ended up under him already.Â
âis it working?â
âa bit,â he mumbles quietly and pulls you closer by your waist, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck. he keeps planting tender kisses on your cheeks, and then down on your neck, as if telling you to let go of all the concerns that plague your mind. âyou worry too much,â
âi know, i will continue to do that,â you pull back again, much to his disappointment. nothing could compare to the feeling of having you in his arms. âif not for your dad and for the sake of your reputation then at least for me, you need to stop,â
sunghoon knows.
if not for anythingâ it isnât for anything else. not for his motherâs million dollars fashion brand, not for his sisterâs business ventures, nor his fatherâs political career. itâs for you, every scratch, every nip and every cut, every drop of blood that had trickled down the corner of his lips when heeseung landed a punch on his face. how could he not? sunghoon can stand anything but people talking down on you as if they know you. it makes him fight for you and funnily enough, heâs happy to bleed to death for you.
âyou always ruin the mood, bringing that old man up,â heâs deflectingâ just as you had expected and youâre not backing down. one leg swinging to the other side, arms by his head. heâs down, caged, a position where he canât avoid you. itâs about time you two had this conversation.
âiâm serious,â youâre trying your best to keep up the stern face, eyes locked into his.Â
âi love it when you get all serious, angel,â he grins suggestively, arms around your waist again. heâs slipping them under your top, you slap it away and it only makes him laugh in amusement. âi suppose it is a bit too early for that,â
you donât say anything, just looking at his pretty face. you stroke softly over the cut on his cheekbone and he flinches ever so slightly. itâs new, it stings, adorned by a bit of dried up blood just like the one on his lips. thereâs one near his jaw from a while ago, itâs healing. each and every part an ugly reminder of how much trouble he gets in.
âyouâre such a pretty face,â you whisper quietly and lean down to kiss him, trying to be so gentle to not hurt him even more. you take your sweet time, tracing your lips over those wounds, new or old, and then speaking with a voice impossibly loving. âeven with these,â
âi love it when you call me that,â he takes your hand, kissing your palms. itâs not everyday that heâs spoiled like this.
and you pull your hand back, speaking with frown as if giving him a warning. âi wonât anymore if you get into another fight,â
âguess weâre making truce with heeseung,â he chuckles quietly, shaking his head, pretending to be annoyed. he finally pulls you down next to him and wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead. âthings i do for my girl,â
you let out a muffled laughter while your face is buried in his chest before looking up at him with love pouring out of your eyes. âfor me?â
âfor you,â you hand rests on his cheeks as he leans down for a kiss, and his hands wrap over them gently, holding them in place. when you kiss him so deeply yet delicately, like itâs a stellar reunion, he pulls away just for a brief second, whispering against your lips. âeverything,â
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GIANNA'S KINKTOBER '24 SEASON
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€âą ËËË Kinktober day five.
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Thigh riding (1k words)
summary: Lando is too busy to help you relieve what you are feeling, but he lets you take care of yourself on his thigh.
warnings: NSFW, +18, smut, MDNI, needy!reader, bit of mean!lando
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It was a quiet day in your shared home, but not the type you enjoyed. You were both home, and today was supposed to be your designated lazy day, given that Lando didnât have a race coming up this week and you were taking a few vacation days to be with him.Â
However, something related to work always dragged Lando into his office; you were just hoping that wouldnât happen this time. But it did.Â
You were in your room, bored out of your mind, trying to find something to entertain yourself with â anything, but nothing would work quite as well as your boyfriend did. After realising you wouldnât find something on your own, you decided to join him in his office.
When you opened the door and came in, you made sure to be as quiet as possible to not disturb whatever was so important it couldn't wait another day. He was supposedly going over some important emails regarding a new helmet design for one of the upcoming races.
He looks so good when he is focused, you thought, and the fact that he was only wearing a black tanktop and matching shorts didnât help your growing needy state.Â
You knew that what he was doing was important and that some of these things had to be done by midnight so the design could be approved by the sponsors in time, so there is no way he was stopping. You were very aware of that, but you also needed him.Â
Lando started feeling a little too cocky as he realised how needy his girlfriend was feeling, so maybe there was something he could do. Maybe not helping you as you were hoping, but a little teasing could be fun. For him, at least.
âAre you okay in there?â He asked after you shuffled on the couch for the millionth time since you got there.Â
âAre you almost done?â
âNo, baby.â
âBut I need you.â You blurted out, not caring how pathetic that sounded.Â
âNot now, Y/N. Canât you see Iâm busy?â
âPlease, Iâll be quick.â You begged.Â
He didnât even look at you, and he was trying hard to suppress that smirk that was threatening to appear on his face. Lando maintained his composure and acted like he was considering it, even though that was his plan all along.
âFine, but you will take care of it.â
âWhat? I donât wanna play with myself-â
"You can ride my thigh," he said, interrupting your failed attempt to seduce him. Your heart completely stopped when you heard those words come out of his mouth.Â
âWhat?â You asked, and Lando simply repeated himself.
âI said you can ride my thigh. This is the best you will get, so make up your mind. And no touching, sweetheart.â
You made your way to where Lando was sitting, admiring the way his exposed thighs looked in those shorts. You would have said no and tried to beg for more, for him, but like Lando said, that was the best you were gonna get with how busy he apparently was, so you decided against it.
You slowly sat on his lap, placing your centre on his right thigh. Lando didn't even look at you; he just raised his eyes over your shoulder to keep working on his computer, making it clear to you that he meant it when he said you would take care of it.
Shyly, you started rolling your hips, eyes closed as your mouth let out soft moans every so often, but as the pleasure began increasing, so did your pace.Â
Damn, he couldnât deny how absolutely beautiful you looked riding his thigh, and as much as he tried to block out how needy he was starting to feel, he failed miserably.Â
You hands gripped his shoulders for stability, but eventually they slowly travelled down his torso, finding the hem of his shorts. The plan was to slide one of them into his boxers and help him with his hardening cock, but he immediately stopped you, slapping your hands away and placing them back on his shoulders.Â
âStop. No touching, remember? Just take care of yourself.â You nodded and went back to work.
As you continued grinding him, he could feel his thigh covered in your arousal, filthy wet, and slick noises echoing through the small office. You left wet kisses on his neck and shoulders, your lips letting out more and more whimpers when he didnât stop you as soon as you started devouring his thick neck, moaning even louder when you noticed him swallow hard.Â
Lando tried his best to focus on the words in front of him, but having you being a complete mess literally on top of him made it hard, and it made him hard. It took his full strength and self-control to ignore his painful length and not ask you to take care of it like you tried a few minutes ago, but that somehow made it hotter for him.
You were getting close, and the sounds that left your mouth were making less sense, his name slipping out a few times, and just as he knew you were reaching your high, he couldnât help it anymore, so he dropped everything and gripped your hips, guiding your movements.
âThatâs it.â His forehead was damp with sweat, and there were a few strands of hair sticking to it, a single drop of sweat rolling down the side of his face. Landoâs touch made you feel more electric as he helped you quicken your pace, desperate for a release. âCome on, baby,â He whispered, making you give in.
Your entire body was shaking as your nails dug into the soft skin of his shoulders, gradually stopping as you tried to steady your breath.
âGood job. You can go now,â he said in a serious tone. You struggled to get back on your feet, but as soon as you did, your eyes went straight to Landoâs thigh, glistening in your arousal.
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I really like your Tokyo revengers Heâs Taken scenario. What if it happened in reverse where someone told the boys that they would be a better fit for reader <3
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TOKYO REVENGERS - UM, SHE'S TAKEN?
includes: manjiro "mikey" sano, hanma shuji, baji keisuke and kazutora hanemiya all include xfem!reader!
a/n: this is so late but i felt i should actually do a request for once :) and i always love me some jealous boys!
MIKEY:
The audacity of this man.
That was all Mikey could think.
Did he not know who he was? Did he not know who you were dating? The Invisible Mikey, Toman's Leader and the most handsome boy you knew?
Clearly not.
Frowning, Mikey watches with barely concealed disdain as your classmate (the one youâve been complaining to him about for weeks now) follows you outside of the school. He couldnât always pick you up from school with Toman business and the like, but today heâd made sure heâd be able to after youâd texted him the day before that your annoying classmate had proceeded to take his infatuation with you a step further and follow you out of school. It had taken you great convincing to get him not to âwalk you homeâ as he so eloquently put it â stalking more like it â and though youâd tried to play it off, Mikey knew how scared you were.
The second your eyes fall on Mikey making his way over to you, he sees the instant relief that floods through them. Despite everything, Mikey can't help but feel slightly smug at that, hands shoved nonchalantly in his pockets as he crosses the distance over to you.
"Y/N-channn!" He calls out, arms stretched out towards you and with a single brief glance at the boy next to you, you all but race towards him, allowing yourself to fall into his arms. Mikey hates the way he feels you shake slightly beneath his fingertips, and he throws a not-so-subtle glare the classmates way, who â as he figured â is glaring right back at him.
"Y/N," the classmate calls, and Mikey's eyes narrow at his familiarity when regarding you. "Who's this?"
You lean back from his hug, and Mikey can see you look rather annoyed at the question â clearly, you've told him this before.
"Mikey," Mikey cuts in dryly, "her boyfriend."
And he must really not know who Mikey is because he has the gall to laugh.
"Boyfriend?" Haru laughs, mockingly and loudly, head thrown back as you cast a quick glance up at Mikey in uncertainy, trying to gauge he's reaction. Truthfully, Mikey looks unphased. "I thought you were joking about that, Y/N."
And then Haru steps forward, moving towards you; "I mean, you and me make a much betterâ"
It happens in a flash. Suddenly, you're no longer in Mikey's arms and rather set gently behind him, Mikeyâs body blocking your view as Haru's hand that was outstretched towards you is now tightly grasped in Mikey's fist. A quick glance at Haru's face, and you can tell that Mikey's grip is tight, his face twisting with pain.
"Did I forget to mention?" Mikey smiles, "I'm also the leader of Toman."
Haru's eyes widen and he looks scaredâwell, shitless.
Mikey's grip tightens, finding the way all colour leaves Haru's face rather amusing and the way the panic wells with pain as Mikey bends his arm to the point of just being about to break.
"Now, what was that about you and Y/N-chan being a better match?"
"I was wrong!" Haru cries, voice pitching pathetically, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"
"Don't apologize to me," Mikey shrugs, "apologize to Y/N-chan for making her so uncomfortable for the past few weeks."
Slowly, Mikey takes a step back, allowing you to fall in the view of Haru again, who, near crying, falls to his knees. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"
Cheeks red slightly in embarrassment, you turn to Mikey.
He lets go with ease, Haru falling to the ground with one last cry, before Mikey makes his way to you, pulling you back into his arms with a wide grin.
"Let's go eat!" Mikey calls out with a cheer, snuggling into you. "I want you to feed me!"
HANMA:
"I mean, you're no good for her."
There's a beat. One long, single beat of silence before Hanma can't hold himself back anymore and he burst into laughter.
You, whose stood next to him, looks at him in disbelief, eyes widening as Hanma all but cackles in response to Asahi's words. Asahi, to be fair, looks just a stunned, and with a frown, you step towards your boyfriend, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket.
"Shuji!" You hiss, grip tightening on him.
He falls quiet at that, letting his eyes drift across you briefly, taking in the worried look in your eyes and the laughter stops at that. Hanma lets his eyes fall back on this boy, Asahi apparently, and the frown deepens â you were scared of this guy? He looked like wind might blow him over.
Besides, didn't you trust him to protect you?
A single glance back at you, and you're still throwing worried glances at Asahi, shuffled close to his side.
Guess he had something else to prove then.
"That's funny," Hanma finally speaks up, letting his eyes fall on Asahi with disinterest. "Hilarious actually." But all the humour has left his body, and Hanma simply stares back at the boy with a straight face.
Asahi falters, just slightly.
"I-I mean, you're a deliquent!" He calls out, gesturning in front of him at Hanma, before his eyes fall on you. "I mean, surely you can see that being with him will be nothing but a bad influence. If you wereâ"
Hanma steps in front of you, blocking you effectively from him.
"You don't get to talk to her," Hanma states rather bluntly.
Asahi turns to him, lips parting.
"You're not worthy enough to talk to her, pipsqueak. So let's keep this between you and me, huh?"
The air changes, thickens, and although you can't see it, you can practically sense as Asahi grows nervous, registering the glint in Hanma's gaze as he stares him down.
"I mean, surely, if you knew I was a... what did you say? Delinquent." Hanma snorts, "you think you'd have the brains to realize I'm not someone to mess with. And I don't take kindly to idiots like you trying to tell me who my girl should or shouldn't be with."
Hanma takes a step forward then, towering over the boy whose skin has grown pale, eyes flooding with fear as he stares up at Hanma.
"I especially don't take kindly to you scaring my girl either."
"I-Iâ"
Grabbing Asahi by the collar of his jacket, Asahi falls silent as Hanma pulls him up until he's standing on the tip of his toes, kicking his feet beneath him.
"But it seems I screwed up too, huh? My girl shouldn't have to be afraid because she should know I'd never let anyone touch her, let alone look at her if they made her uncomfortable."
There's a pause and Hanma's gaze grows wild as his fist slowly raises beside him, Asahi's cries of panic and pleads of mercy simply a background noise.
"So it looks like I gotta show her why."
BAJI:
"You're loud."
Well, Baji guessed he couldn't necessarily argue with that.
"You're rash."
That, too... maybe.
"You're not very smart."
Uh, ouch.
"You act without thinking. It could get Y/N hurt."
Okay, well that was just rude.
You were always Baji's top priority.
Well, that and fighting. But, still.
"I think I'd be a much better fit for her."
Baji should've figured this is where the conversation was going. Letting his eyes drift across the boy stood in front of him, he takes in the sight of his Toman uniform. He doesn't readily recognize the boy, so he's certainly not in his division.
Ballsy, he'd admit.
But stupid nonetheless.
He's probably in Mitsuya's division, Baji laughs to himself.
Well, not for much longer.
"I'll take your silence as a sign you agree with meâ"
"I wouldn't jump to conclusions," Baji chuckles, grinning down widely at the boy. "What makes you think you're so great for Y/N? I know she's happy with me."
Lips parting, the boy pauses; "what?"
"You listed off all the reasons why you think I'm not a good fit for her, right?" He quirks a brow, and the boy nods. "So, tell me why you think you're a good match for her. You win, I'll break up with Y/N. And if you lose... well, needless to say." With a wide grin, Baji cracks his knuckles, baring his fists down at the boy.
The boys eyes widen, and he fumbles for a second, before he steels himself, inhaling deeply.
"Well, I'm smart, for oneâ"
"Wrong," Baji cuts in, "Y/N doesn't like smart guys. Why else would she have gone for me?"
Faltering, the boy shakes his head; "w-well, I'm a good cookâ"
"Y/N prefers cooking herself," Baji shakes his head. "It's her passion."
Cheeks redenning, the boy rushes to add; "I-I'm! I'm strong!"
Baji just laughs; "not as strong as me. You're not even a vice captain of Toman!"
Thoroughly embarrassed, the boy hesitates, face bright red.
"Looks like you lose," Baji sings, stepping towards the boy. "I mean, if you really knew Y/N, you'd know the most important thing."
"W-What?"
"That none of that matters because she loves me!"
"You can't justâ"
He never finishes what he's about to say before a fist makes contact with his cheek, knocking him off his feet and sending him straight to the ground.
Baji glances down at him with a blink.
"Strong my ass."
He makes a move toward him, before;
"Keisuke!"
Eyes lighting up, Baji spins, grinning at the sight of you. "Y/N!"
You fall in front of him, eyes flickering from the boy groaning on the ground back to him, "did you get in another fight again?"
Baji shrugs; "the guy deserved it. Not much of a fight either.â
And your eyes fall back on the boy on the ground and there's a flicker of hope where he thinks you might help but, but then after a moment you follow Baji's lead, shrugging, letting him take your hand in his before leading him off.
Guess Baji was right â you really did love him.
KAZUTORA:
"I mean, didn't you go to juvie?"
Frowning, Kazutora glares at the man, Daiki as he'd introduced himself as, in front of him. He was apparently a co-worker of yours, though Kazutora's never heard you talk about him before.
Stuck at this party your work was holding for you as a celebration for the promotion you'd received and your excellent work at the company, Kazutora had gotten a whole half hour of your time before you'd been whisked off by two woman, you offering an apologetic smile over your shoulder in response.
At the time, Kazutora hadn't minded â this night was for you after all and he wanted you to enjoy it.
Now, though? He desperately wanted to leave.
"How do you even know that?" Kazutora asks, his patience thin.
"I did some research when Y/N mentioned your name," Daiki shrugs. "Of course, when she mentioned you she hadn't mentioned that."
It's obviously meant as a jab. But Kazutora knew you weren't embarrassed of him â at least, he'd been pretty sure of that.
"Well, it's not really any of your business is it?" Kazutora cuts in, barely able to contain the snide in his tone. He barely liked socializing with people anyway, especially strangers, but he'd gone for you and because he wanted to be apart of your celebration. It was the least he could do after all you'd done for him.
But now he wishes heâd stayed home if he had to continue dealing with this guy.
"Still," Daiki insists, "aren't you embarrassed? I mean, such an upstanding woman... it's a wonder why she ever chose you."
"I chose him because I love him for him," you cut in and Kazutoraâs eyes widen, glancing over his shoulder to see you making your way over to him. You look absolutely stunning, dressed in a floor length Y/F/C dress and when you notice his eyes on you, you smile at him, before it falters as you turn back to glance at your coworker. "But I hardly think that's any of your business anyways."
You fall next to Kazutora, wrapping your arm around his waist as you fall into his side, and the second you do, you squeeze Kazutora's side, and he realizes you're trying to reassure him.
"Y/Nâ!"
"Honestly, Daiki," you breathe out, voice coming out purposely exasperated as you roll your eyes. "I've had this conversation with you multiple times. I am happily in a relationship and your obsession with my personal affairs is strange and inappropriate. Given my promotion, I could easily have you fired."
Kazutora watches as the man's eyes widen, cheeks bleeding red as he shakes his head; "my-my apologies. Please, you don't have to go that far. I'll... I'll make sure I stop."
You raise a brow, holding the man with bated breath for a moment, before you nod. "Just don't let it happen again."
Daiki scurries off without another word, desperate to get away and Kazutora watches as you let out a sigh, shoulders falling as you shift, coming to stand in front of him, hands falling on his hips.
"I'm sorry about him. He's been... annoyingly persistant about asking me out for the past bit. I thought he'd have stopped when I reported him last week but when I saw him talking to you just now, I realized he hadn't."
Kazutora glances down at you, meeting your gaze.
You understand what he's trying to say before he even does; "nuh-uh," you shake your head, tugging him closer to you. "Don't let a word that idiot says get to you. He's just a pervert anyways. He spends half of his time looking down my shirt and I would never want to be with someone like him over you."
Biting his lips, Kazutora smiles softly; "I love you."
"I love you too," you grin, before slipping your hand into his. "Now, come on, I want to introduce you to my friends."
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oh, the idea of satoru attempting to get his hands on you numerous times throughout the day but keeps getting interrupted (bc yâknow, heâs a busy sorcerer) and then finally snapping because heâs so pent up that he canât think about anything other than fucking you makes me giggle.Â
smut under the cut. MDNI. also, barely proof-read so sorry for mistakes lol.
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You squeal with excitement when you hear the door to the apartment unlock. Satoru was home. Finally, he was back after spending two weeks away on business. The moment you see just a glimpse of his white hair, you rush towards him and wrap him in a tight hug, him lowering his Infinity just in time to scoop you off of your feet. You're hit with the scent of his cologne, the feel of his soft hair underneath your fingers, and you sigh in relief. Finally.
âHey, pretty girl,â he greets with his usual smirk as your legs wrap around his waist. âMiss me?âÂ
He kisses you before you can respond, so you settle for humming into his mouth. He walks you both over to the living room, gently setting you on the couch before climbing on top of you. Your hands fumble with his jacket, and he helps you out by taking it off. He breaks away from your mouth to start doting messy kisses down your neck and collarbone. âMmm, fuck. Missed you too,â he says, his voice deep with lust. âBeen wanting this for so long, baby.âÂ
His phone vibrates, and he ignores it, deciding to focus on pulling your shirt up instead. When it continuously vibrates with multiple calls, he sighs irritatedly and pulls it from his pocket to see Yagaâs name on the screen. Â
You giggle from underneath him, pulling your shirt back down and sitting up. âI think you should get that.âÂ
âThis isnât over,â he promises. He gets up and answers the phone, holding it up to his ear. âThis better be important. âŠHuh?! I just got back from a mission, what the hell do you mean the higher-ups want to talk?!âÂ
â â â âÂ
âAlright, you all. Thatâs it for today,â you conclude your lesson with a clap, and the second years begin to gather their things. âGeto will meet you all in the field so you can have a lesson thatâs a bit more active. Have fun!âÂ
They all express their excitement, then make their way outside of the classroom. They pass Satoru on the way out, who had just arrived only a few minutes before the end of your lesson. âYeah, yeah, what she said. Hey, Okkotsu!âÂ
âYes?â Yuta calls back.Â
âRemember toââÂ
âWork on that cursed energy control. Yeah, I got it,â the boy groans.Â
You shake your head with a tiny laugh as Satoru shuts the door to the classroom. âI swear, Yuta is trying his best. Heâsâ Whoa!âÂ
Your back suddenly hits the wall, and Satoru is in front of you. His blindfold is raised, and you see the utter hunger pooling in his blue eyes before heâs kissing you, similar to the way he did that morning. You moan into his mouth, and your arms come up to wrap around his neck. âMmm, fuck. T-Toru, weâreââÂ
âShhhhh,â he hushes against your lips. âDidnât I tell you that this wasnât over?â His hand begins to trail further down your body, eager fingers hurriedly unbuttoning your jeans. âJust try to be as quiet as possible, baby. Iâll be quick. Gonna make you feel so goodââÂ
Heâs cut off with a knock at the door. âGojo, are you in here?âÂ
Nanami.
âBusy!â He yells, a bit on the harsher side.Â
âYouâre with [Y/L/N] right now. Her lesson with the second years just ended. You do know that around this time, youâre supposed to be training the first years, right?âÂ
Satoru looks at the clock at the wall, then winces. Itâs true, but still, he desperately needed you, otherwise he thought that heâd explode. âJust tell them IâmââÂ
âCanât. Theyâre right here with me,â Kento says flatly. âTheyâve been waiting for at least half an hour.â
You hear Yuujiâs excited voice next. âHey, Gojo-sensei! How was your mission?!âÂ
âItadori, no need to shout. Seriously, weâre all right here,â Megumi grumbles.
âIâm with Fushiguro on this one,â Nobara comments.Â
Satoru groans into your shoulder, and his fist hits the wall. Unable to take his strength, it caves, leaving a nice-sized hole next to the chalkboard. You stifle a laugh. Thank goodness that this wasnât your classroom and you were only borrowing it.
He inhales sharply, then masks his annoyance and sexual frustration with a smile. âAlright! Be out in a second!â He calls out to them.
He sees you laughing into your hand, and he leans forward to whisper in your ear, âJust wait âtill later.â
â â â âÂ
âLaterâ was far later than Satoru had hoped. After training the first years, Yaga talked to him about the next exchange event and how they were behind on planning, and then he had to shadow the second years on a mission that lasted what felt like forever.
Youâre back in the apartment, humming as you finish tidying up the living room. You grab the basket of laundry, sit down, and begin folding towels. It was close to eight in the evening. Youâre about to grab your phone to check on Satoru when you hear the door opening.Â
âAh, there you are. I was beginning to think that Iâd have to come and help out,â you say without looking up. âI mean, yeah, the curse was lower-ranked, but sometimes the second yearsââ You cut yourself off with a surprised scream as Satoru effortlessly hoists you with one arm, puts you over his shoulder and walks in the direction of your bedroom. Once youâre in there, he lightly tosses you on the bed, then yanks off his blindfold. His eyes are dark with a mixture of the hunger you saw earlier, and frustration.
âNo more bullshit,â he says as he climbs over you, gathering your wrists and pinning them above your head. âIf someone else interrupts, I might just hollow purple them.â When he kisses you, itâs far more intense than heâs ever kissed you today. His tongue explores your mouth, and you moan from the dizzying, yet pleasurable sensation. Itâs not long before youâre both panting. His hands grip your shirt, and the sound of fabric tearing fills your ears. You gasp, your mouth falling open in shock when the scraps of your shirt as well as your bra are tossed aside.Â
Satoru is breathing hard above you, nearly drooling as he stares at your upper body, his white hair beautifully framing his face. He dives in and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Your back arches off of the bed when you feel his tongue swirl around the sensitive bud, and you whine his name needily. He moans, alternating between using his teeth to leave gentle love bites on your tits and using his tongue on your nipples. Itâs messy, greedy, and you donât ever want it to stop.
Finally, he kisses further down your stomach, pulling down your leggings along with your panties and tossing them to the bedroom floor. He spreads your thighs, then licks a long stripe up your pussy, a loud, shameless groan of relief escaping him when he finally tastes you. âOh, fuck, Iâve missed you so much, baby,â he sighs, and he smiles devilishly up at you as he readjusts his hold on your thighs. âThink this pussy missed me just as much, if not more. Sheâs fucking soaked.âÂ
He only gives you a split second to take a breath to prepare yourself, then heâs devouring you as if he were poisoned and the antidote was inside of your pussy. His tongue swipes expertly across your folds, then it flicks against your clit. You bury your hands into your hair as pleasure zips through your body, the rest of the world fading away until all thatâs left is you and Satoru. âToru- Ohhhhh shit, baby. Fuck-â You gasp desperately when he gently sucks your clit into his mouth. Heâs moaning loudly, drunk off of the taste of your pussy and from the feeling of you pulling his hair.Â
You grind your hips against his face when you feel a knot beginning to form in your lower stomach, your breath stuttering as it tightens. You knew that this orgasm was going to blow any orgasm you gave yourself during the last two weeks while he was away on business completely out of the water. âFuck, âm gonna cum,â you manage to tell him in between pants. âOh, god, Toru, right there, right there, right there-â You feel your body begin to clench, ready to release.Â
But then, Satoru stops.Â
You whine frustratedly as your orgasm fades away before you could reach it, looking down at your boyfriend in between your thighs, whoâs smiling deviously. âThat was for laughing at me earlier,â he says after licking the rest of your juices off of his lips. âNot so funny now, is it?ââ
On a normal day, youâd be stubborn and attempt to piss him off, but today was different. Your head rests on the pillow, and your chest rises and falls with every pant, groaning in defeat. âSatoru, please,â you beg, keeping your voice as low as possible so he doesnât hear the utter desperation.Â
Satoru feigns confusion, and you see the pure delight in his eyes. Little shit. âSorry, baby, what was that?â he asks.Â
âPlease,â you repeat louder. âMake me cum.âÂ
He hums as he pulls off his shirt. âIâll think about it.â He stands up, and you sit up to help him with his pants, eager to taste him and take his cock down your throat. You pull his underwear down, and he stops you when he catches onto what youâre doing. âAnother time, baby. Right now, I just really need to fuck you.â He kisses you once, and you moan at the taste of yourself on his lips. âItâs been too long. Lay back.âÂ
You lie back on the mattress, and he grabs your legs to gently pull you towards the edge of the bed, then places them on his shoulders. He slides his cock in, and the both of you moan in relief. Satoru doesnât waste any time and starts fucking you fast, which you two needed. Being separated for two weeks on top of the usual stress of missions and teaching was horrible for you both. âOhhhh, fuck,â Satoru moans loudly, not caring if anyone else heard, his eyes practically rolling into his head from the pleasure. âShit, baby, you feel so fucking good.âÂ
He slows the speed of his thrusts, but intensifies them by going harder, the salacious sounds of his hips meeting yours filling the room. Satoru looks down at you, taking in the o-shape of your mouth, your closed eyes and the way you're gripping the bedsheets as you whimper his name. He has to bite the inside of his mouth so he doesnât cum too quickly.Â
âSat- Satoru,â you moan out deliriously as you open your eyes, gasping when his cock perfectly hits your g-spot. âFuck, youâre- Ah- so deep.â Tears blur your vision, and your boyfriend chuckles as he leans down closer to you, his thrusts relentless. Satoru kisses your cheek, then uses a thumb to wipe away a tear.Â
âAw,â he coos condescendingly into your ear. âYou cryinâ?âÂ
Your nails drag down his back, and he reaches in between where your bodies are connected to rub gentle circles on your clit. You feel that knot begin to form again, far more intense than before since you were edged earlier. âF-Fuck, Toru, I-â Youâre cut off when his mouth meets yours for another messy kiss. He continues rubbing your clit, and you whimper behind his lips. He groans when your pussy begins to tighten around his cock. You grip his shoulders to steady yourself as your breathing begins to come out in short bursts.Â
âLet go, baby, itâs okay,â Satoru purrs into your ear. âCum for me. Let me feel you.âÂ
Your legs tense, your toes curl, and stars fill your vision as your orgasm takes you by force. Youâre screaming his name as your body trembles, and Satoru murmurs encouragement into your ear as he fucks you through it. âThaaaatâs it, pretty girl,â you hear, then he groans, also so close to finishing, his thrusts growing sloppy. âFuck, baby...â
Though youâre dizzy from your orgasm, you muster enough focus to kiss him. You stroke his face, lovingly run a hand through his hair, then wrap your legs around his waist to bring him in even closer, encouraging him to give everything to you. You wanted him to cumâneeded him to. The kiss and the faint pulsing of your pussy pushes him over the edge, and Satoru moans loudly into your mouth as he stills, spilling his thick load deep within you and coating your walls. He cums hard, his grip on you tightening as he breathes heavily. Finally, he collapses, but is careful not to crush you with his weight.Â
Both of you are silent for a moment, remaining with each other as you mellow in the aftershocks of your orgasms. âShit,â Satoru breathes out with a small laugh. âI donât think Iâve ever cum that hard before. I thought I blacked out for a second.âÂ
You laugh with him, then press a kiss to his forehead. âWelcome home.âÂ
âHappy to be back. Missed you like crazy. Canât believe I had to wait all day for that.âÂ
âMissed you too, and same here, but you gotta admit, it was funny.âÂ
Satoru tenderly smiles down at you, and your heart stutters at the sight of it. You were always weak for that specific smile. âIt was, but, uh⊠you wanna know something else that might be funny?âÂ
âHm?âÂ
âWe broke the bed.âÂ
â....What?â
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a/n: I just had to add "the" line lol. I couldn't resist.
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Reader x Rafe. They have been dating for about 2-3 months and have been intimate, but itâs always been on the rough side. This very day, Reader is doing something sweet/ thoughtful for Rafe âcus she thought about himâ and it just melts his heart, and he realizes he is in love with her. So he makes love to her and is really really sweet. Hehe xx
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warnings: smut, mdni, p in v, sweetheart reader, like one use of the name baby, unedited
a/n: wooo Iâm getting back in my grind. anyways I loved his request so much it was so sweet ugh.
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Rafe was always rough. That was a fact. And you didnât mind it. But today was the day you saw a change in him.
Heâs out on a business trip, youâre sitting on the bed, making a bracelet for him that, waiting for him to come back any minute now. You looked up from the strings in front of you and at the clock, then picked up your phone. Nothing new.
You just sighed and continued to finish the bracelet, glancing up at the clock every once in a while. Finally, you held it up in front of you. It had both of your initials on beads on it, along with a little heart bead in the middle. You smiled at it.
Even if you felt like he probably wouldnât wear it, you would.
You heard the door open, and you jumped at the noise.
âY/n?â He shouted from downstairs. You pocketed the bracelet, practically running down the stairs. He was putting down his stuff when you came running to him, jumping into his arms. He laughed, patting your back with a smile, he moved to kiss you on the lips, his hands grabbing your face.
âMissed you too.â He remarked, you rolling your eyes and leaning in to kiss him again. It had only been a few weeks and yet, it felt like years.
âI made you dinner.â You beamed up at him when you pulled away, hands on his neck. He nodded. âLet me put this shit up real quick and Iâll be down, yeah?â He said, you nodding and getting off of him, and going into the kitchen.
You put the food onto two plates, putting them onto the table. You began to eat, scrolling through your phone a bit as you waited. He finally came downstairs, in nothing but his grey sweatpants on his hips. You quirked an eyebrow as he hopped into the chair opposite of you.
âMm. This is good.â He murmured after taking a bite, looking at you. You smiled at him, both of you eating while he talked about his trip and you talked about what you did while he was gone. You both talked even after the food was gone, just sitting back and laughing with each other.
You both stood up, and went into the bedroom. You both cuddled on the bed when you suddenly remembered the bracelet you made.
âOh! Also, I uhâŠâ you reached into your pocket, fishing for the bracelet. You grabbed it and pulled it out with a smile. âMade this for you.â you held it out for him. He took it, examining it. âYou donât have to wear it, I guess, I just got bored and I thought about you. But-â
âNo, no, no, no,â he stopped you. âI love it.â He smiled at it. He put the bracelet on his wrist, tightening it with the strings. âItâs nice.â He said. And fuck, it tugged at his heart strings. That might be the nicest thing anyoneâs ever done for him.
He finally turned his head up to you, looking at you with a soft smile. âI love it.â He told you. Your smile widened, feeling relieved that he didnât hate it.
âCâmere.â He murmured, leaning in to kiss you. His hand caressed the back of your head, and you let out a low moan when he slid his tongue into your mouth.
He moved so that he was now hovering on top of you, his lips still connected to yours. Your hands gripped his face, his on your sides.
You both pulled away, slightly out of breath when Rafe told you something you never quite thought youâd ever hear him say.
âI love you.â
Your eyes widened in shock, mouth going agape. âIâŠlove you too.â You replied.
His hands went to your shorts, taking them off and throwing them somewhere on the floor. His rough lips were against your soft skin, gently sucking and kissing your neck.
You had a hand on the back of his head, his free hand below him shoving off his sweatpants and boxers. His cock was pulsing, the tip red and spilling out pre-cum. He pulled away from you, lips just above yours as he looked down.
He ran his cock up and down your pussy, you letting out a moan when it hit your clit with pressure. He smiled at your noises, looking back at you. He collected your juices on his cock, before slowly lining himself up with your entrance.
You cried out his name and he let out a groan, your arms wrapped around his body, nails digging into his skin as you breathed heavily against the boy.
He looked down at you, kissing your forehead. He wasnât rough with you this time. He was being sweet, gentle.
He let you adjust to his size, waiting until you nodded until he slowly started to move. His cock slowly pushed against your walls, his hands moved to yours, lacing your fingers with his as he pushed in and out of you, his mouth agape.
His thrusts were slower, while still hitting deep. It was heaven.
âI love you.â He repeated, his hips meeting yours again. âMissed you⊠so fucking much.â He breathed out after, eyes boring into yours, looking at your face, memorizing every detail, listening to every sound that escaped your pretty lips.
âI got the⊠sweetest fucking girl on the island, donât I?â He asked with a crooked smile. You looking back up at him, his words bringing you only closer and closer to that feeling.
His hands went down to your clit, you arching your back and letting out a moan. He rubbed slow circles on the button, you throwing your head back against the pillow.
You felt the pressure build up in your stomach, and he felt you clench down on him. He leaned down, kissing you again.
âRafe.â You cried out.
âI know, I know baby. Cum for me.â He muttered, that was all you needed for the band to snap. You moaned out his name, and he let out a groan. He came inside of you, his seed painting your walls.
He sighed, pulling out and leaning his forehead against yours.
You started to giggle, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. âWhat?â
âI love you so much.â
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hi!!!!
I'm soooo in love your work. bimbo!assistantreader wil always have a special place in my heart!!!
Now i have this of idea that i think can work for either aaron or spencer, but basically bau!reader who kind of always wears the same type of outfit in the field that's always really modest. Buttttt when they kind of like "know" it's just going to be a paperwork day she likes to were skirts... short skirts and Aaron/Spencer are just feral for them...
Can either be fluff of smut... I trust you indefinitely xxx
Short Skirt, Long Day - A.H
a/n: hi hi hi hiiiiiii!!! ugh thank u sm i kinda took this an interesting route so let me know what you think!!!! im also heavily thinking about writing a smutty pt 2 for this but id love to hear everyoneâs opinions
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pairings: perv!aaronhotchner x bau!reader
warnings: 18+ MDNI, suggestive content, aaron being a straight PERV!!! (im into idk man), aaron imagining scenarios he didnât shouldnât at work, idk this is quite different from my usual postings but i kinda fuck with it
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Aaron Hotchner loved paperwork day.
Days like these meant the ringing of phones and panicked conversations were replaced by the only the sound of air conditioning (when it worked) and the occasional sneeze or cough. Itâs the kind of morning he appreciatedâtime to breathe, to recalibrate without the air of an active case breathing down his neck.
But that's not why his pulse is thrumming more than heavily beneath his skin.
Hotch glances at the clock on his desk. It's earlyâtoo early for most of the team to be here yet, save for a couple agents whose faces barely register in his peripheral vision. His focus is elsewhere, fixed on a singular thought. Or, rather, on a singular person.
You.
Hotch leans back in his chair, exhaling slowly as a shameful type of heat rises to his face. It's a little pathetic, he thinks, how predictable he's becomeâit's not the work that makes these mornings bearable anymore. It's the anticipation.
The knowledge that, any minute now, the elevator doors will part, and you'll step out, wearing something that will completely dismantle his carefully constructed composure.
Hotch had noticed a pattern (of course he did, that was his instinct honed to a razor's edge). In the field, your outfits are a study in practicality: slacks, fitted jackets, muted tones--professional to a T. Nothing flashy, nothing that would draw undue attention. Heâd even go as far to say you dressed more modestly than most.
But in the office, when the cases are shelved, and the team is left to wade through stacks of paperwork... it's different.
And it drives him insane.
The image takes root before he can stop it: the curve of your thighs, tantalizingly framed by a skirt that seemed designed to test his limits. The way the fabric molds to you when you move, clinging in places that his eyes are all too quick to follow.
Hotch exhales sharply, clearing his throat as if that could somehow clear his mind. It's unprofessionalâhe knows this, knows better than to let his thoughts stray so far from where they belong but yetâŠ
The ding of the elevator pulls his attention like a magnet, and there you are. His grip on the pen tightens instinctively, the knuckles blanching as his gaze locks on you.
You're wearing that skirt todayâblack, fitted, and infuriatingly short, hugging your hips in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination.
He tells himself to look away, and for a second, he manages itâhis eyes dropping back to his desk, his breath coming out slow and measured. But that reprieve is fleeting. His gaze flicks back before he can stop it, drawn helplessly to the curve of your waist as you laugh at something one of the other agents say.
You're too good. Too sweet. Too damn oblivious to realize what you're doing to him.
And he knows it's wrongâknows he's toeing a line he has no business approaching. But the way his body reacts to you, the pull you have on him, is beyond reason. It's instinctual, raw, and completely out of his control.
He calls out your name. "Could you come in here for a moment?"
You turn, blinking at him with wide, curious eyes. "Yes, sir?"
"I need you to grab something for me," he replies, his voice level, though every syllable felt like a tightly coiled spring. He motions towards the cabinet near the corner of the room. "The Marcus file. Bottom shelf."
He was a terrible terrible man.
Without hesitation, you step toward the cabinet, crouching slightly as you begin to sift through the lower shelf. The moment your body lowers, his eyes start trailing down where the hem of your skirt lifts, just barely revealing the soft curve of where your thighs meet your ass. Then, as you bend further, shifting your weight slightly to reach deeper on the shelf, the fabric stretches taut, clinging to your ass in a way that sends a jolt straight through him.
Hotch's throat feels tight, his breathing shallow as he drinks in the sight before him. You're so close, just feet away, and the angle offers him an unobstructed view. The shape of you, the smooth expanse of skin that's always just out of reach in the field, is right thereâso achingly close he feels like his chest might explode.
He knows if you dipped any further, your panties would be on display and he couldnât help but wonder what color you had on.
Youâve always had a meticulous attention to detail, choices leaning towards deliberate but understated at the same time. In the field, you favored muted tonesâgreys, blacks, navies. But here in the relative safety of the office you allow a little more personality, more femininity.
His mind turns to your preferencesâpink, maybe.
Hotch swallows hard, pulse roaring in his ears. The thought gnaws at him, insistent and unrelentingâhe needs to know.
âCareful,â he says, feigning concern. âYou might need to check further back on the shelf. Sometimes the files get pushed out of sight.â
You glance over your shoulder at him and he swears he could combust. âFurther back?â
He nods, leaning back in his chair to appear casual, though his grip on the armrests were anything but. âYes.â
You turn back to the cabinet, shifting your weight again as you crouch lower, leaning further to search the back of the shelf. The motion sends the bottom of your skirt riding higher, and for a brief, heart stopping moment, the lace of your panties is on full display.
It was a pink barely there strip of fabric.
His mind betrays him, conjuring images he knows he shouldn't entertain. He imagines his hands on you, running over the curve of his hips, gripping your thighs, sliding that damn skirt higher until there's nothing left to hide. The thought of you like this, pliant and completely unaware of the effect you're having on him, makes his pulse pound in his ears. He wonders what you would do if he were to push those panties to the side and slide a finger in you.
You shift again, leaning deeper into the cabinet as your voice drifts back to him, murmuring something about not seeing it. His jaw locks, teeth pressing together as he fights to maintain control. His fingers dig into the armrests of his chair, the leather creaking faintly beneath the strain. It's a futile effort, though; the pressure building in his chest, his body, is relentless.
The heat pools low in his abdomen, simmering and insistent, a sharp pulse of arousal tightening every muscle in his body. He's painfully hard now, the evidence uncomfortably against his slacks, but he doesn't dare move. His mind a blur of want--what he wants to do to you, what he knows he shouldn't do, and the precarious line he's treading just watching you like this.
The tension in his body seems unbearable, and for a fleeting second, he considers how easy it would be to walk over, to let his hand graze your hip, to tilt your chin up so you'd look at him and see the wreckage you've left in your wake.Â
But he doesn't. He can't.
Instead, he forces himself to remain still, staying rooted, the self-restraint biting and bitter.Â
"Are you sure it's under here? I still don't see it."
Hotch's lips twitch, the smallest shadow of a smirk threatening to break free on his face. He leans forward, feigning surprise as he picks up the file from the corner of his desk.
"Ah," he says, waving the file. "Looks like it's been right here the whole time."
You straighten abruptly, brushing your hands down your skirt and turning towards him with a soft laugh. "Hotch! So I was practically upside down in that cabinet for nothing!"
He shakes his head, giving a small chuckle to match yours. Not for nothing. The satisfaction still simmers low in his chest, a private indulgence he knows you'll never suspect--the movement was far from wasted.
"My mistake."
"Well, I guess we all have our moments. Let me know if there's anything else you need, okay?"
When the door finally closes behind you, he exhales shakily, the breath spilling out like a confession. Leaning back in his chair, he presses his fingers to his temples, his entire body tense with the effort of restraint. He feels unmoored, like a man balancing on the edge of a precipice, one misstep away from losing everything heâs worked so hard to keep under control.
But for now, heâll settle for watching, for imagining, for wishingâknowing full well that nothing could ever come of it. And yet, as he glances at the door where youâd just been, a part of him wonders how much longer he can hold out.
Itâs going to be an impossibly long dayâbut the most troubling part of all is how much heâs starting to enjoy the torment.
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keep dreaming! â gojo satoru
synopsis. down bad? ⊠itâs gojo satoru!
contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo, he basically has a wet dream of you, you wear tinted lip balm, your first kiss w him (??), suguru plays devilâs advocate
notes. remember spring days!au but can be read alone. anyways, enjoy!! I am writing this while sick (yikes). also of course this wouldnât be canon compliant if i had not included satoru and suguruâs dynamic! I tried my best to apply their interactions during the basketball match + while theyre leaving jujutsu tech as much as i can.
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âsatoruâŠâ you murmur, looking up at him shyly. the two of you find yourselves alone in the classroom. a greedy smile plays on his lips, and you struggle to formulate words as your eyes travel from his cerulean ones to his lips. satoru can barely contain his excitement, the anticipation radiates from him like an electric charge.
âsay it, [name]. tell me what you want.â he whispers back at you seductively, his eyes are spellbound onto yours. you whine before grabbing the collar of his uniform and pulling him onto you. your lips are soft, so soft. you were made for him, heâs sure, as your lips mold together. as a matter of fact, your lips are so soft that they feel eerily like his pillowâ
"get up! weâre late to our mission!" suguru hits the top of satoruâs head with the spare pillow on his bed. the white haired boy immediately activates his innate technique to block his best friendâs attacks.
it was going to be a long day.
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âitâs unlike you to wake up so late.â suguruâs hands pause over the shoji door of the classroom. his concern for gojo was more important than the imminent lecture they were going to receive from yaga for their tardiness. âplus you totally sucked today.â
their mission had taken an unexpected turn for the worse when the pair had found themselves stuck in an incomplete domain. the narrow escape was only possible as a result of suguruâs quick thinking with rainbow dragon.
the bandaid on satoruâs cheek is a silent testament to the mission gone wrong.
âiâve just been tired.â satoru mumbles quietly, heat rising to his cheeks as the memory of the dream flashes in his mind. he was too deep in thought to counter his friendâs insult.
something was definitely wrong. suguru raises his eyebrows, âand it has nothing to do with the fact that i caught you making out with your pillow?â
âiâ what?â the heat has spread from his cheeks to all over his face. he hopes his sunglasses cover the blush that was blossoming on his face. suguru lets out a breath of relief. satoruâs blush meant that the matter at hand was only trivialâŠ
âdonât tell me you were dreaming of [name],â his best friend smiles knowingly. satoru groans. suguru definitely knew, he was just playing with him at this point.
their conversation is cut short when the doors slide open by themselves to reveal a certain brown haired girl with a distasteful look on her face.
âsatoru is having wet dreams of [name]?â shoko remarks quietly, making sure her comment is only heard by the two males. âi would act surprised, but itâs not like youâre above it.â
âjust who do you think i am?â satoru looks down at his friend. Â
âa real pervert.â shoko simply replied before quickly making her way back to the desk next to yours.Â
satoruâs eyes follow her and make their way onto you. like a fly making its way into a honey trap, he canât seem to look anywhere else. too busy burning the image of you absorbed in your textbook, he absorbs every little detail from the way your soft lips slightly part to mouth the words of the book to the way your leg bounces underneath the table. were you using a new lip balm? there was a subtle shade difference from your usual choice. gojo makes a mental note to ask you for the exact brand for⊠personal reasons.
in his trance, satoru fails to notice yagaâs scolding. he had also failed to notice how suguru had already made his way into a desk.
âsatoru since you seem so eager to continue standing, i assume you volunteer to solve this equation.â yaga angrily taps the blackboard with a worn out price of chalk.Â
satoru stiffens up, not because of yagaâs wrath, but because your attention has shifted from the textbook to him. you blink up at him, the image dangerously similar to his dream. satoru gulps, eyes quickly flitting to the equation messily written on the board.Â
at least math equations donât make him feel like his heart is beating out of his chest.
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it didnât take a genius to notice how quiet satoru has been today. as if he were in his own world, you notice.
âi fear that i may have been giving satoru too much attention lately,â you mutter to your two other friends, mind running laps trying to recall all of the intimate moments you have spent with the white haired fiendâ all of which could be characterized as highly inappropriate.Â
âyou always do,â suguru lazily rests his chin on the palm of his hand on the desk across from you. after yagaâs lecture, the seats had been rearranged appropriately so that the four of you could enjoy lunch together. âlay some of your love on us too.â he gestures his chopsticks to himself and shoko who were sitting side by side.
one could argue that the subtle smirk playing on suguruâs lips were a lot more dangerous than satoruâs. youâre afraid that suguru has started a game that will only end with your downfall.
the silver tongued boy seemed to catch satoruâs attention with his comment.
âhaâ mad that you donât pull? get your own girl,â satoru speaks up for the first time, glaring at his best friend through half lidded eyes from above his dark glasses. the half eaten melonpan in his hand was long forgotten.
âlast i checked, [name] wasnât your girl,â suguru places his chopsticks back down on his bento box.Â
you couldâve sworn you saw an irk mark appear on the side of gojoâs face.Â
shoko, who had been watching the scene unfold, sips on her juicebox silently. your eyes anxiously flit between the two boys.
âif youâre still mad about that mission, step outside. itâs not like iâm the one savinâ our asses every time.â satoru grits his teeth.Â
the loud sound of suguruâs chair screeching on the wooden floor reverberates in the mostly empty room, âyou and your uncouth mouth,â he accuses satoru.
shoko flees the scene. smart girl.Â
you were about to follow her, but suguru holds out a hand for you to stop,
âiâm just about done anyway. please, donât cut your meal early on my account,â he looks down at you and your full bento box. the black haired boy leaves no room for discussion when he turns his back to leave the classroom.Â
when the shoji doors are slammed shut by suguru, your head whips to satoru who resumes eating his strawberry melonpan.Â
âwhat was that? youâve been acting strange, satoruâ what happened on that mission?â
âdonâ worry âbout it,â you barely make out the words coming out of his mouth that is full as he munches on the pink bread.Â
you scoff, âyou canât just expect me to ignore the argument you just had with suguru. and that ugly bandaid on your face?â you point at the skin-colored bandage haphazardly placed on his face. upon further inspection, you also notice the growing eyebags on his face. it was truly peculiar to see any blemish on satoruâs perfect face.
he pouts, âare you calling me ugly?â satoru doesn't take pleasure in upsetting you, but the gradual way you leaned closer to him sparked an unexpected thrill within him.
âno, iâm worried about you. youâre being weird, satoru.â he was far from ugly.
as your back faces the window, the outside light casts an otherworldly glow around you.
âwell, arenât you an angel?â he tilts his head as he leans back in his seat, completely enamored.
âyou never stop, do you? youâve been completely out of it all day!â your scrutinizing gaze zeroes in on gojo who was mindlessly nodding with a dazed out smile on his face. âand judging by the way youâre all bandaged up, suguru was probably right! i mean you totally got roughed up. the great gojo satoru, wounded.âÂ
satoru blushes at your angry face. heâd say something indecent, but he fears that it would only scare you away. if only you knew that the reason he was all messed up was because of you.
âit's partially your fault, y'know.â cerulean eyes blink at you sheepishly before being replaced by a newfound mischievous look.
he doesnât miss the way your anger shifts into confusion.
"excuse me?"
satoru continues, âif it weren't for you appearing in my dream i wouldn't have been distracted by that incomplete domain.â he points to the bandage cut just below his right eye.
âdreaming of me now, gojo?" you raise an eyebrow. the uncomfortable heat that was starting to rise onto your face at the new revelation that gojo dreams about you is ignored.
satoru looks away, "can you really blame a guy?"
you huff, ignoring his comment, âi think yaga has a first aid kit somewhere in the closet.â you make your way to check out the forgotten door in the back of the classroom.Â
the cool sterility of medical supplies contrasts with the charged atmosphere left behind in the classroom.
when you do come back with the kit, your heart races, praying he won't notice the hitch in your breath as your fingers delicately tend to the nearly healed scratch beneath his cheek. satoru's ability to evoke strange emotions within you is undeniable.
silence envelops the classroom, broken only by satoru's deep breaths. you're so close that you can almost feel the warm gusts of air from his breath on your face.
"your body healed remarkably fast. i'm not surprised," you softly observe, your focus on the task at hand. satoru smiles, his eyes fixed on your concentrated features.
"yeah? well, i have an excellent nurse," he remarks, tapping the freshly placed bandaid on his cheek. "though it seems she missed one of my injuries."
you furrow your eyebrows. satoru points to his expectant lips, a playful pout on his face.
"no," you plainly state.
"aw, c'mon. kiss it better? i almost died today," he pleads, his eyes silently begging. you shake your head, unaware that it was your fault he nearly lost his head during the mission.
"you really want a kiss?" you repeat, catching on to his persistent request.
he nods fervently, his excitement palpable. was that even a question
you think he was pretty insaneâ requesting kisses from a fellow peer.
âsatoru..â you murmur, leaning closer to him. his eyes were twinkling with excitement. the two of you were all alone, left with nothing but each other. this scene was all too familiar.Â
the sides of his lips quirk up into a smirk while he watches your eyes travel all around his face. satoru has been fantasizing about this moment since the moment he laid eyes on you.
â[name],â he says, his voice softer than ever, a privilege reserved for those closest to himâespecially you.
just a few more inches and your lips will meet⊠just a fewâŠ
slap!
satoru blinks in shock while you giggle at his confusion. he attempts to ask what just happened, but his mouth is sealed. his hand rises to find a bandaid now on his lips.
âyouâre cuter when you shut up.â
 you seal your words with a soft kiss placed on his bandaged mouth.
...
gojo satoru explodes, his voice muffled by an adhesive barrier.
âm.rrry.. m.. mph..mph!â
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extra:Â
all conflicts were resolved by evening when you had strategically set up a mario kart tournament.
right after you (indirectly) kissed gojo, you fled the scene, leaving a flustered satoru all hot and bothered. you ended up screaming into your pillow.. the same pillow that satoru was laying on not too long ago.
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