#and a woman just comes out of another room with wet hair and wearing a towel and walks in between sal and the guy

[a9saga]

big brother 2 is so weird why is krista wrapped in a towel before and after the nomination ceremony

[c0llisiion]

NEED TO KNOW — j.jk

★Pairing: jeon jungkook + f!reader

★genre: smut

★: older!jk, dads bestfriend!jk , oral (giving and receiving ) , unprotected sex , reader has a crush on jk, bachelor!jk, big dick jk, size kink kinda, hair pulling, gagging, slapping, pervert jk , dry humping , anal play , degradation, name calling, nicknames - lmk if i missed any!

★W/C: 4,395

A/N: remember that time I mentioned a jk fic that i was writing? This is that fic. Literally put this on hold for 2 months and finished writing it last night 😭 anyways enjoy!!

.02 <3

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

“But i dont wannnnaaaaa goooooo!..” you whined as you declined your dad’s offer to go to his big company party. “Sweetheart this is a huge deal for me …” your dad countered. “… more over, mr.jeon is going to be there ..!” Your ears perked up at the mention of Mr. Jeon. The tall, tatted bachelor with his piercings and built body, who has been your dad’s best friend since his college days.

Since you were a teenager, you have had the biggest crush on him. He was perfect in every way. He was older. More wiser. Handsome. Just your type. The initial infatuation was small, but as you grew into your adult years, it grew stronger.

You were starting to dream about him. Not even the usual kind. Wet dreams.

He grew older like fine wine. Body covered in beautiful art. Built like an actual Greek god.

Surprisingly, he was not yet married, even though he was well off in his late 40s. He used to say 'no woman has ever caught my attention' when someone mentioned him still being single at his age—from what you've heard.

Your dad and him, being business partners, frequently bring him to your home. Always hanging out at the bar or in your dad’s study. You capitalized on these small visits and began attempting to attract his attention. Whenever he came over, you started hanging out at the bar. Offering to make him special drinks. Talking about his interests , which you found out through intense stalking just to impress him. wearing revealing clothes, buying him his favorite food and snacks whenever you visit his office to pick up something for your father. You got very close to him. Your obsession with him became stronger because he seemed so nonchalant about your little tactics. The worst thing you have ever done was hire someone to break off one of his relationships. Only you were meant for him. No one else.

Hearing your father say that he would be there was another opportunity to impress him. You shot up. “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THIS BEFORE???” You say as you rummage into your closet for the perfect dress. Your father believed that your attraction to Jungkook was innocent and similar to that of a child. You had always said you hated the smell of alcohol, so he thought it was strange for you to start hanging out at the bar. Despite noticing many changes, he dismissed them as 'innocence', so he expected you to join him if he mentioned Jungkook. He left your room with a satisfied smile on his lips. You finally found the dress. A satin spaghetti strap dress in black, his favorite color, with a dangerously low open back. The dress was revealing when you put it on; the side of your boob was peeking out, but it hugged your curves perfectly. As the time got closer, you finished up spraying on your most expensive perfume, taking a final look at yourself before leaving.

The party was classy. A huge venue with what appeared to be millions of waiters with champagne. Upon entering the venue with your family, your eyes immediately searched for Jungkook. It wasn't long before you spotted him in the middle of a small group. He seemed to notice your family and hurried towards all of you without delay. As he got closer, your heart was beating fast. “Hey hey! My man!” He said taking your dad into a tight hug. “You could have come a bit more later!” He said sarcastically, taking a jab at your dad’s late-coming habit. “Don't blame me! This one took too long!” Your dad exclaimed, hugging you by your side. Jungkook’s eyes landed on you. He stared you down. Taking in each and every curve, his eyes eventually landed on your chest before he looked at your face and smiled. “So glad you came! You look gorgeous tonight.” He said, taking in your hand and kissing the back of your palm slowly, in a sensual way, while deeply staring into your eyes. He pulled away and rubbed the skin with his thumb before giving you a smirk. You felt your insides melt and your brain malfunction at his simple gesture. You were frozen in place and didn’t know what to do. You shyly backed away and looked down , trying to hide your wide smile with your bangs, which Jungkook took notes on.

Time flew by as you watched Jungkook speak in front of the huge crowd with charisma and confidence. One of his best traits. He always caught everyone’s attention with his choice of words and tone. It was embarrassing for you to admit that, but it turned you on. Your legs were crossed, rubbing your thighs together from time to time, and no one seemed to notice, except for Jungkook, of course. He eyed you every time you made a small movement.

All the speeches and boring talks concluded, which made you run out onto the balcony for some fresh air. You stared off into the distance, thinking about what Jungkook had done to you earlier. Was it platonic? Was he just being nice? Does he have feeli- “did all those old men bore you out?” Jungkook was behind you. His voice husky. His lip and eyebrow piercing, shining under the moonlight. You were caught off guard and turned around to see ‘your man', “mr.jeon! Ugh you scared me!” You said dramatically, placing a hand on your chest. He gets closer with a charming smile on his face and hands in his pockets. “My apologies. I didn't mean to scare you!” He let out a soft chuckle. “How is your night going?” He asked you. “Hm? Oh good i guess, it’s kinda boring, but i would do anything for my father..” He chuckled and gave you a side eye. “For your father? Really?” it seemed like he knew the real reason why you were here in the first place. “Wdym really? I love my dad!” You said in a playful, offended tone.  He chuckled once again. “Fine fine! I know how much you adore him.” You sighed softly and smiled.

“I like that dress on you. It suits you a lot.”  He said while eyeing you. You blushed at his compliment, looking down and fiddling with your acrylic nails. “Thank you..” you mumbled under your breath. You feel him getting closer to you. “Sorry? I didn’t hear you,  sweetheart.” His hands were on your hips, squeezing them softly. You froze in place. Heart beating faster. Your legs threatening to fall. His hands creeped towards your ass. Groping it softly, not wanting to seem too pushy. “Mr.jeon…-“ you let out a shaky whimper at his touch. “It’s jungkook for you, doll.” He said leaning in closer to your ears. He took a huge sniff of your neck and hair. “Thierry mugler alien eau de parfum? You have good taste.” He said while softly chuckling in your ears before pulling away. He lifted your chin so you can look at him. Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you stared into his intoxicating eyes. “What did you want to say earlier?” You gulped before speaking up. “Thank you… jungkook.” He smiled at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. His hands went under your ears, caressing the soft skin gently. Your eyes widened, and you just stood there. “I’ll see you around okay?” He said smiling before he left. You were standing put, like a statue, your limbs refusing to move. 

A few days went by, and you were still processing whatever happened with jungkook that night. His kiss. The way his hands caressed your body. His little nicknames. It was just too much to process. You didn’t see or hear much from jungkook since that day. There were small interactions, but he seemed to ignore you each time. You were starting to get worried. What happened? What did you do wrong? Did you fuck up? Does he hate you?. You never stopped overthinking.

One morning, you heard the familiar voice of Jungkook from the kitchen, laughing and giggling with your father. You quickly put on your clothes and dolled up, still hoping to impress him, before you went downstairs. “Ah! She’s finally awake! We were just talking about you!” Your father exclaimed. You observed jungkook as he sat on the kitchen island and ate what appeared to be lucky charms. His favorite cereal. He glanced at you briefly before turning away. You felt your heart shatter. After all that he did? Is this the way he treats you? . You walked past him and got yourself a glass of orange juice. “Did you sleepwell princess?” Your father inquired. Jungkook was still not looking at you. His gaze was fixed on the newspaper in front of him. “Yeah yeah i did.” You said putting on a fake smile. “Oh!” Your father exclaimed as he heard his phone ring. “Excuse me.” He said before rushing out of the kitchen.

You glared at jungkook and gulped down your orange juice before dropping the glass onto the table. Jungkook noticed your action, which made him put his newspaper aside and walk towards you. “What’s wrong?” He inquired, leaning onto the island. “Hmph!” You huffed, turning around. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Come onnn! Tell me.” He said while hugging your waist from the back. You let out a heavy sigh before turning back around. “What did I do wrong? Why do you keep doing this to me?” You asked. “Doing what?” “Are you seriously going to act like you don’t know?” You said folding your arms. Jungkook had a confused look on his face. “You are ignoring me damn it!” “Ohhhhh! About that! I just didn’t have anything to say.” He said shrugging. You rolled your eyes at him. “Admit it, Jungkook, you just want to play with my feelings. You don’t care about me. You never did.” You let it all out. It was weird for you to act like this, but you couldn’t help yourself. Jungkooks eyes darkened, and he stared at you. You gulp.  “You think I don’t care about you? Me? Not caring about you? You think i come to your house almost every other day for your father?” He said while pushing you down onto the island. He turned you around and hugged you close to his body; you could feel his clothed hard dick on your pussy. You shudder when he slowly grinds his hips into your behind. “Ya feel that doll? Thats how you got me everyday..” he said whispering into your ears. His free hand found your right tit before he gave it a squeeze. Tugging the thin white fabric of your crop top down to expose your hardened nipple. You hear him darkly chuckle in your ear before giving the sensitive bud a squeeze. His hips never seemed to stop as he continued dry-humping you. You felt yourself involuntarily lowering yourself on the island, pushing your ass back into him for more stimulation. He immediately pulls away, leaving you weak and clenching around absolutely nothing. You whined, turning around to face him with pleading eyes. “What?” He scoffed at how desperate you were. He got closer and fixed your shirt. He didn’t say anything and just rubbed your shoulders down before walking away. 

A while later, you were napping in your bedroom. It was not uncommon for you to take naps in between the day since you were basically unemployed and didn’t have much to do, and you also needed one after what happened with jungkook.

All the blinds were shut, leaving the room completely dark. It was silent; the only sound that was heard was the faint noise of the air conditioner. You were in deep sleep and didn’t notice or hear Jungkook entering your room. You felt the bed sink next to you before you felt a cold hand on your hip. His hands, kneading the soft flesh of your ass before it grazed around your desperate cunt. You whine when you feel his fingers touch and draw circles on your sensitive part. “Shh..” he shushed you before pressing onto your pussy. He chuckles at how quickly you got wet. Your mouth was agape, soft grunts escaping every second. He slowly pushed you onto your stomach, climbing on top of you before pulling your pink panties to the side.

It was dark, and he couldn’t see much, but he could feel how soaked you were. He spread your cheeks and lowered his mouth down onto your cunt, sucking on it. Your eyes shot open, heavy breathing as you turned around to see the man of your dreams eat you out from behind. “Ju-jungkook..?” He shut you up by lapping his tongue over your dripping cunt. You let out a loud moan, your head falling sideways, already drooling even though he barely started. He lifted your ass up using his strong hands, making you arch your back. He dropped his head lower and started sucking on your clit, his big nose pressing into your soaking pussy. You grabbed a handful of his hair from behind and pushed him closer. He hummed into your pussy, making you gasp for air. Loud slurping and squelching sounds, along with his groans and your moans, echoed throughout the room. You were seeing stars. The way his mouth ate you out and the feeling of his cold lip ring on your pussy were beyond comprehensible. Your heart started beating faster as you felt your body warm up, and a knot formed in your abdomen. Jungkook took notes on your body language and pulled away. You cried out when you lost contact.

He leaned in and switched on one of your bed lights, finally giving the room some light. He observed your body. Your ass was still up, your pussy glistening with his spit and your arousal. It was clenching and unclenching around nothing. He let out a scoff before turning you around. Your face already looked fucked out. Tears painted your cheeks, and drool was all over your mouth. He hovered over you, placing a hand on the headboard. He used his other hand to wipe your face clean. “We have gotten ourselves a good hour; better make this quick, alright?” You nodded softly and wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him into a soft and tender kiss. He kissed you back and hugged you closely to his body. His hands went under your tee, squeezing your tit. You whined into the kiss. “You are so sensitive, sweetheart…” he mumbled. You break off the kiss and cup his face. “Jungkook… want more..” He tilted his head to the side and stared at you. He put on a smirk before standing at the foot of the bed.

He took off his pullover, revealing his tatted arms and toned abs and pecs. The soft bed light that was illuminating the room was able to capture every detail of his body. You stare. Hand in between your legs, squeezed shut. You bit your lip softly before your eyes met his. He gestured for you to come closer, which made you crawl to him. Your face was now right in front of his hard dick. You could see the bulge growing. His hand went behind your head, grasping your hair gently. You looked up at him with your doe eyes, which instantly made him fold, but he kept his composure. He gave you a nod, pushing your head closer to his crotch. Your nose nudged the bulge before your greedy fingers hastily unzipped his pants. Your eyes widened when his cock sprung out and hit his stomach. He was big. Girthy. The tip was red, and you could see his precum peaking from the slit. Without wasting time, you took a stripe from the base of his dick until the tip before you sucked on it. He hissed at the feeling of your plump lips sucking on his sensitive tip. He was starting to get impatient and pushed your head down, filling your mouth even though he was only half way in. You looked at him with teary eyes as you choked around his girth. He almost lost it when you looked up at him with those eyes of yours. His other hand caressed your cheek, pushing himself further down your throat. You could feel him. Your jaws were hurting, and you grabbed onto his hips for stability. Your throat spasmed around his cock. He noticed how you were kinda struggling. “Better make me feel good, okay? I want that throat to show me what it got.” With that, he started thrusting into your mouth. You started choking and gagging around his length, which just turned him on even more.

He yanked your head off of his cock. A string of pre cum and saliva connected your lips and his cock head. You looked up at him and whined, wanting his dick to stuff your mouth again. He bent down to your level before licking your chin clean, swallowing the mixture before speaking to you. “On your knees and hands, baby girl." You obliged immediately, taking off your flimsy tee before throwing your ass in the air and arching your back for him. You felt the bed dip behind you, and jungkooks long dick landed on your ass, slowly grinding through the sheer panties.His wet cock making it translucent. You whimpered, already feeling yourself getting hotter. “You are such a dumbslut.” He lowly chuckled.

“You think it wasn’t obvious?” He removed your skirt and ripped your panties. You gasp at his sudden action. “All these skimpy skirts and tops.. and just when I'm around? Were you that desperate, princess ?” He said while pushing his cockhead into your sopping hole.

You let out a loud moan; his tip was enough to stretch you out. “Not gonna lie… i was very flattered” gripping your ass cheeks as he slowly pushed further, letting you adjust to his size. He continued. “I only kept my cool because you were my best friend's daughter, but—holy shit-“ he gets cut off as you clench around his length, tears already dripping down your face. Your mind fogging up. You were constantly letting out soft moans and whimpers as he slowly bottomed down into you. “Woah there-“ he chuckled. “im not even half way in sweetheart” he said while grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back. You looked at him with teary eyes. Lips quivering. He smirked before kissing your cheek. He let go of your hair and pushed your head down into the pillow using his hand. The other hand was on your hip as he finally pushed all the way in. “Since you are begging for it— ” you let out a loud scream as he filled you to the brim.

Although it was painful, the pleasure made you forget about the pain. you felt warm spit fall on your pussy as he starts moving. “Gon’ fuck you silly, alright? Isn’t that what you wanted? Getting dicked down by your father's friend? What a whore…” You nodded incoherently. A loud cry left your lips as his hips thrust into you harshly. His pace was slow, but the way he thrust in was so... Your body was moving forward with every thrust. Sounds of wet skin slapping echoed through your room. You were not able to focus on anything. His pace increased, and so did the harshness of his thrust. You clenched around him, making him fall forward. He caged your tiny body under his larger one. “Fuck babygirl.. you are gonna rip my dick off..” he chuckled. “Jungk-kook… feels too good…” you managed to blabber out as he fucked into you like a madman. “Yeah? you like that? You liked getting fucked by older men, dont you sweatheart?” You whined as his large hands gripped your hair.

This was wrong. Very wrong. This man has seen you grow up. He has been there since you were a baby.

“Let me hear those pretty sounds…” he said while landing a tight slap on your ass, reddening the area almost immediately. You gasped and whimpered, letting out a loud pornographic moan as Jungkook hit a specific spot. His other hand found your swollen clit and started drawing rough circles on it. Pinching and tugging the abused nub. Your legs trembled, and your moans got louder. “F-fuck! Jungkook…don’t s-stop! Feels so good!” You babbled. Jungkooks eyes were focused on your pussy. The way you took in his length. Your milky white cream coated his entire length, collecting at the base of his cock.

He stopped thrusting in you for a moment. You whined as you felt him suddenly stop. Jungkook smirked before leaning over and whispering in your ears. “Fuck yourself on me, doll.” You cried in defeat. Jungkook placed his hands on his hips, waiting for you to start moving. You gulped before slowly rocking your body forward and backward. You could feel his every inch penetrating the insides of your gummy walls. His large tip hitting your cervix over and over again. “Thats all you can do? Wow.. so pathetic..” he scoffed. You shook your head furiously and started going faster. Jungkook let out a satisfied groan as he watched your ass ripple. “Play with that little clit of yours.” He commanded. You reached down in between your legs, finding the sensitive nub almost immediately. You slowly rubbed your clit, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned out as the stimulation of your pussy and clit was getting overwhelming. You fucked yourself faster on his cock. Mouth in a soft ‘o’ shape and eyes crossed as his cock hit your gspot every time you moved in and out. Jungkook was in a different world. His eyebrows were furrowed, and sweat dripped down his neck. He was close to cumming just by seeing you fuck yourself on him.

His hands spread your ass cheeks, before a glob of spit landed on your asshole. You shuddered and panicked, stopping for a moment. “J-jungko-?” “Just focus on fucking yourself; everything is going to be alright…” he reassured you. You nodded before going back. His long fingers toyed with your rim. You grunt when you feel his fingers prod into your asshole. “Shh- shh.. youre safe .. jus’ wan’ try something new..” You gulped and shut your eyes tightly as his fingers ventured further into your asshole. He shoved three of his fingers into you, making you moan out loud. “Fuckkkkk- so tight…” he whispered. You melt and crumble when you feel his fingers move inside of you. You buried your head in your pillow, muffling out any unholy noise.

Your pussy and asshole clenched around his fingers and dick, making him groan. “So damn sensitive… has any guy fucked you, this good princess?” You shake your head. “N-no sir …” Jungkook shot up at the name. His fingers increasing in speed. You let out choked-out moans and cries as his fingers curled inside your asshole. “Say that again, will ya?” His other hand found your hips and started stretching your pussy out again. “Please.. f-fuck me harder… sir.” That was all it took to make Jungkook go feral. His cock left your pussy and was immediately shoved inside your sensitive ass. Your eyes shot out, and you couldn’t make any noise as you looked back at jungkook with tears rolling down your cheeks. He pinned your wrists behind your back before moving in and out. He struggled, initially. curse him for not stretching you out more, but his cream-coated cock provided enough lube for him to start pounding into you smoothly. “Shits so fucking tight- gah-“ your lips quivered and legs trembled as Jungkook fucked into you with great strength.

You screamed out, finally getting your voice back after he fully plunged his cock into you. Your cunt was leaking arousal, dripping down your thighs. Jungkook didnt seem to stop. His heavy, cum-filled balls were slapping against your pussy. “Jungkoook…- its too- too much!” You cried out. “Take it. You are a big girl. Take it like a big girl. I know you fucking can. Look at your little ass sucking me in. So good. So fucking good.” He pulled your body back and pounded into you. Your face was a mess. You cried and moaned like a bitch in heat every time he filled you to the brim. You felt your orgasm approaching as the feeling of the familiar knot in your stomach began growing. “Jung-jungkook- gon’ cum…” you whined. “Go on princess… be a good girl and cum all over me..” you nodded weakly, focusing on reaching your high. Jungkook flipped you over, laying you down on your back. His hands pushed your legs up against your chest. You were in ecstasy as the new position had you seeing stars. You observed Jungkook's sweaty body and fucked-out face.

A slap was landed on your glistening, sopping pussy before two fingers were shoved inside them. His thumb stimulating your clit. “Ngh- oh fuck- jungkook m’ so close…!” Your eyebrows were knit together, and sweat dripped down your face. The overstimulation getting too intense. Both his hips and hands increased their pace, determined to help you reach your high. You saw white as Jungkook pressed down on your sensitive bud. Clear liquid gushed out of your pussy and landed on his abdomen. You screamed as he continued fucking you through your orgasm. “Yeah.. just like that.. so dirty.. you are such a dirty little girl..” Jungkook's movements got sloppier. Your orgasm turned him on by a mile, and he was close to cumming himself. You twitched under him, still not over your intense orgasm, not noticing that he had slipped out of you and was furiously jerking himself off. His head was thrown back, and soft moans left his mouth. His breath hitched when a load of his milky white cum shot out all over your body. Coating your stomach and your boobs. You moan as you feel his hot cum land on your body, taking the mixture in your shaky fingers and licking it off while staring into his eyes. Jungkook smirked at you with half-lidded eyes.

“My dirty little girl."

A/N: HEHE THANK YEWWW 4 READINGGG! how was it tho? This would have been a stepcest fic but i changed my mind in the middle 🙁💔 im currently writing fics from my inbox! You can send in your rqs <3

[hoshifighting]

ok but how about we imagine the reader just lounging on the bed or sumn on their tummy and not wearing underwear inside their shorts because they're just home and its just you and jihoon and its comfy like that, maybe scrolling thru phone or smthg and jihoon comes and see you like that and without warning pulls down their shorts like hmm gonna eat them out from the back

woozi eating you from the back when he sees you chilling without panties

WARNINGS: smut, pussy eating, fingering, reader tries to not look affected by woozi eating her out—it doesn't last tho

it’s not like you planned this. you were just comfy, sprawled out on your tummy, scrolling through your phone. no underwear, just one of those oversized shirts jihoon always leaves behind. you weren’t expecting him home this early—it was supposed to be just you and the quiet hum of your timeline.

but then, you hear the door click open. you lift your head slightly, listening as his familiar footsteps echo down the hall. whatever. it’s jihoon. you don’t move. no need to—he’s seen you like this a thousand times before.

except… maybe not exactly like this.

“...seriously?”

you turn your head lazily to glance at him, your cheek pressing into the pillow. “what?”

his mouth is open. like full-on, jaw-dropped, wide-eyed suffering. you’d laugh if it wasn’t so funny. his gaze is locked on the way your shirt has ridden up over your hips, just barely covering the curve of your ass but definitely not hiding the glimpse of your cunt between your thighs.

“you’re doing this on purpose,” he accuses, his voice strained.

“literally no?” you shrug, playing it cool. “it’s comfy. every woman does this.” you turn your attention back to your phone like his whole world isn’t crumbling around him.

without another word, he’s crawling onto the bed, settling himself between your thighs. the weight of him presses against the backs of your legs.

“hoon, what are you doing?” you ask casually, even as he pushes your thighs apart and drags his thumbs along your folds.

he doesn’t answer. instead, his breath fans over you, and then his tongue—wet and warm—licks a slow stripe from your clit to your entrance.

you don’t react. not immediately, anyway.

“hmm,” you hum, scrolling aimlessly. “that’s nice.”

you can feel him pause.

“‘nice?’” he repeats, his voice muffled against you. there’s a challenge in his tone, and you know you’ve poked the bear.

jihoon doubles down. his tongue delves deeper, penetrating you, licking and flicking in ways that make your toes curl even though you swear you’re not going to let him win. his lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently, and the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working you over fill the room.

you’re trying to hold strong.

“yeah, like… whatever,” you manage, biting down on your lip to keep the gasp trapped in your throat, as you smirk nasty.

“oh, we’ll see about that,” jihoon mutters, his voice dripping with determination.

he doesn’t hold back now, his tongue fucking into you has your thighs trembling. he pulls back to spit, letting his saliva mix with your slick before diving back in, his nose pressing against you with every hungry lap.

you squirm. just a little.

but jihoon knows you. he knows exactly how to make you melt.

when he slides two fingers into you, curling them in that devastating way only he can, it’s game over. you gasp, your phone slipping from your hand as your hips start to roll against his face.

“oh? what happened to ‘nice?’” he taunts, his voice smug and soaked as he pulls back just enough to breathe.

“shut up,” you manage, but your voice cracks, and you know he hears it.

he hums, the vibrations making you shiver, and you can’t help yourself anymore. your hips grind against his face, chasing the pressure of his tongue and the stretch of his fingers.

“fuck,” you whisper, your hand reaching back to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

jihoon groans against you desperately, the wetness between your legs is obscene, dripping onto his chin, smearing across his lips, but he doesn’t care. it only makes him harder inside his pants, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to make you moan louder, to make you wetter.

your forehead presses into the pillow, muffling the broken sound that slips past your lips as jihoon’s mouth latches onto your clit. his tongue flicks against the sensitive bud before his lips close around it completely, sucking it inside your mouth until your start to drip on his upper lip.

“fuck, babe—” you choke out, your voice muffled by the fabric. instead of giving you a break, he doubles down. the bastard knows what he’s doing. he knows how sensitive you are, and he’s still going for it, his tongue swirling and his lips pulling at your clit like it’s his fucking life mission.

you’re unraveling, your resolve crumbling like a cheap tower of jenga blocks.

your ass lifts off the mattress on instinct, hips wiggling as if you’re trying to escape him. but that’s a joke—you don’t want to escape. not really.

jihoon hums against you, the vibrations making you choke strangled as you push yourneck further on the pillow “oh, now you’re running?” it’s clear he’s not about to let you go anywhere. his hands grab onto your thighs, holding you still with a grip that’s firm but reverent.

“not running,” you whine, though your body says otherwise. you’re grinding back against him now, your hips bucking on his tongue involuntarily as his tongue works you over.

“yeah?” he says, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. “then why are you wiggling, huh?”

you’re not about to let him win this round. no fucking way. “you’re barely doing anything,” you bite out, though your voice cracks halfway through.

jihoon lets out a dark little laugh, his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, the meat scaping inside the fingers as he presses his face back between your legs. “oh, i’m barely doing anything?” he says, and you can feel the smirk on his lips.

then he sucks.

your head snaps back, and a choked cry escapes you as his lips wrap around your swollen clit and entrance, pulling at it like he’s determined to break you.

“hoon! what the fuck—ngh!”

“what was that?” he murmurs his tongue flicking in quick, torturous motions.

your response is unintelligible, a series of breathless gasps and broken moans as he sucks harder, his mouth relentless. your ass is in the air now, raised high as you grind back against his face, the wet sounds of his tongue and your slick filling the room.

you feel his grip tighten on your thighs, his thumbs brushing against your skin as if to steady you. “don’t play with me, baby, you’re not going anywhere.”

your fingers claw at the pillow beneath you, your body shaking as the pleasure builds, overwhelming and insistent. your legs tremble, and you let out a high, desperate whimper, wiggling your hips again as if it’ll somehow lessen the intensity.

but jihoon doesn’t let up, he doubles down, his tongue flicking against your clit in rapid, precise motions before sucking again, his lips pulling at you, making your roll your eyes to the back of your school.

“you’re taking it so well, baby.”

and just like that, the floodgates open. your body arches, your face burying deeper into the pillow as the orgasm slams into you, hard and unforgiving.

jihoon groans against you as you grind into his face, riding out the your orgasm as your legs quake and your moans dissolve into sobs. but he doesn’t stop—not yet. his tongue slows, but it’s still there, gentle and coaxing, milking every last drop from your trembling body.

when you finally collapse, boneless and spent, jihoon presses a soft, almost teasing kiss to your ass. “still think i’m barely doing anything?” he asks, his voice smug but laced with affection.

you don’t have the energy to answer—not with words, anyway. instead, you reach back weakly, your hand finding his hair and giving it a lazy tug.

jihoon just laughs satisfied, before leaning forward to press a kiss to the small of your back. “that’s what i thought.” he murmurs.

[wandaslittlebird]

If You Wanted to Stay

Married WandaNat x Reader

Summary: It’s been a confusing past 24 hours, and you have some decisions to make. Luckily, Wanda and Natasha are here to help.

CW: Homophobia, Moving, Guilt, Fluff, Still Slowly Burning, Still no Sex/Romance

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Three months of waiting but at least you needn’t wait for Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of A Room of Your Own

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You woke up the next morning groggier than usual. You sat up as the events of the previous night came back to you. The fight in the dorms. The girl on the sidewalk. The woman who had come to rescue you.

The woman whose house you were currently in. You groaned and dramatically fell back onto the pillows. You turned to the nightstand to check your phone. Dead. Of course. Your charger was in your dorm room.

You finally rolled out of bed at the smell of coffee. In the morning light, the house was much more opulent than you recalled from last night. The bedroom was on a beautiful awning that overlooked the massive windows lined wall of the front door. You squinted your eyes as they took in the sunlight.

Making your way downstairs, you easily found the kitchen, as well as the woman leaning up against the kitchen counter. It wasn’t Natasha so you assumed it must be her wife, Wanda. She was taller than Natasha but just as lean, and just as absolutely jaw droppingly beautiful. She also had red hair, but much lighter than Natasha’s. More of a strawberry blonde. Her legs showed well defined muscle, and her thighs looked like…

“My my,” the woman tutted, interrupting your thoughts. You redden as you realized she caught you ogling over her thighs, which were hardly covered by her silk robe. “Nat wasn’t kidding when she said you were a cutie. Y/N, right?”

You nodded. “Miss Wanda, I assume?”

She nodded. “Y/N. I like that.” She added. “Is that my sweatshirt you’re wearing?” She smirked over the top of her coffee mug.

You flushed in embarrassment when you remembered that you were still in the sweatshirt you’d found on the bed last night.

The sweatshirt, and nothing else.

“It was… my other clothes were wet and-,” you attempted to explain.

“It’s okay. It looks absolutely darling on you. You can keep it, if you like,” she interrupted, trying to soothe your rising worries.

You frowned. You didn’t want to keep the sweatshirt because if you did, the comfy smell that all but lulled you to sleep last night would fade. Almost unconsciously, you raised your covered hands to your face, taking in the smell again. “No, it’s okay. You can keep it.”

Wanda smiled and chuckled. Whether you knew it or not, you weren’t one for subtly.

“Well good morning,” a raspy voice chimed from behind you. “You’re up early.” Natasha squeezed your shoulder and offered you a sleepy smile before approaching her wife.

God, she looked even more beautiful in the daylight.

She wrapped her arms around Wanda’s waist and leaned up against the counter next to her. Wanda gave her a quick peck on the forehead.

You looked at the clock above the stove. It wasn’t even 8am yet. You really had gotten up early. No wonder you’d been so entranced by the coffee smell. Natasha kissed Wanda on the cheek before drawing out two mugs from the cabinet and filling them with coffee. “Which kind of creamer do you like? We’ve got half and half or…” she picked up the bottle and read the label “peppermint oat?” She shot a teasing glance at her wife.

“Life is short and I want a caffeinated delicacy every morning,” Wanda retorted. “And dairy makes my stomach hurt.”

You chuckled. “I’m intrigued. I’ll take the oat.”

Wanda smirked, smugly crossing her arm while she took another sip of her coffee. “She has a sense of adventure.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, pouring the creamer into your cup before handing it to you. You let out a satisfied hum as you tasted the new flavor. Peppermint had always been a favorite of yours.

Natasha put the creamers away, then propped herself up on the kitchen island. “So, about last night,” she started, “do you wanna talk about it?”

You shifted uncomfortably, sinking into the oversized hoodie. “I wasn’t trying to make anyone uncomfortable.” Your eyes brimmed with tears just at the thought. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, determined not to cry.

Wanda set her coffee mug down and slid closer to you. “Oh honey,” she cooed, reaching out to squeeze your hand, “we know that. If I had to guess, they weren’t so much uncomfortable as they were straight up hateful. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You didn’t do anything wrong.

Your heart sunk. You’d felt so terribly guilty about the whole situation. You had tried so hard to make everyone comfortable. The idea that you’d failed… no, you had done worse than fail. They saw you as a predator. Your skin crawled with disgust and shame.

“I made them scared, but I promise I wasn’t trying to. I’m not like that, I promise.” You wanted to shrink back and disappear. Then you remembered this morning: walking into the kitchen and looking at Wanda. The way she caught you staring at her exposed legs. Not to mention you were half naked after forgetting to put on pants before coming downstairs. Fuck. Maybe you were like that.

Natasha tore you from your thoughts with a gentle hand on your shoulder. “We believe you, sweetheart. Really. None of this is your fault. Why don’t we sit down and come up with a game plan.”

You simply nodded in response, joining them at the kitchen table. “I’ll head back to the dorms this afternoon. I have some friends off campus that I can probably crash with until I get things figured out. Thank you both for your hospitality last night. It really means a lot,” you finally said, taking a long drink of your coffee. As much as you typically loved to savor the drink, you figured the sooner you finished it the sooner you could get out of their hair.

Wanda and Natasha exchanged glances. Something akin to concern washed across their faces. Natasha hadn’t even turned back to face you before saying “I think Wanda and I would prefer if you’d let us go with you…”

“Strongly prefer,” Wanda corrected, finally looking back at you. “After how harshly you’ve been treated, I don’t think you need to be going back all by yourself.”

You stuttered, trying to think of a rebuttal, a reason you’d be fine on your own. Unfortunately the panic you’d just recovered from wasn’t helping your case. Clearly you weren’t fine. “It’s really okay. There’s only a couple boxes, most of the stuff never even got unpacked…”

“Then we’ll make quick work of it. Together.” Wanda interrupted. She put her coffee mug a little harder than necessary, pursing her lips with finality.

Natasha chuckled. “It appears my wife has made up her mind. Good luck changing it now.”

You flushed, hiding your face in the hoodie once again. You weren’t so bothered by the thought of the women helping you move out of the dorm, but finding a place to put your things was another matter entirely. You hadn’t lived anywhere but the dorms for years. Maybe they’d settled for just moving the stuff to your car? You doubted it. You pulled anxiously at the collar of the hoodie.

Wanda gave you a sympathetic look and reached across the table for your hand. “It’s going to be okay, honey. We’re going to make sure you’re taken care of.”

Your bottom lip quivered. You had never been keen on asking for help. You had always hated feeling like any sort of inconvenience. But something about Wanda’s soft smile and green eyes made you feel different. You believed her. Before you could think any better of it you whispered “I have nowhere else to go.”

It was Natasha who spoke this time. “Oh honey, that room upstairs is yours for as long as you need it. I mean it, Wands and I would enjoy the company.”

You considered your options. You could couch surf again, like you’d done in the months before college, but it’s not like you’d be any less inconvenient on a punk squat couch with 20 people already living there. You’d run away from opportunities like this before, robbing yourself of others' kindness just because you didn’t feel like you deserved it. You took a deep breath. Whether you deserved it or not, this wasn’t worth running away from. “I have one condition,” you stated seriously. You weren’t in the position to be the one making requests, but there was one absolute necessity you needed from both of them.

Both women nodded, looking at you attentively. Hope gleaned in their eyes in a way you didn’t recognize.

“If I’ve stayed too long, or it’s just become burdensome, or anything, anything at all happens and I become an inconvenience to you, you will tell me.”

They both soften, seemingly unaffected by your request. Wanda even chuckled briefly. “Darling, you aren’t going to become a burden, we assure you,” she soothed.

Your hardened stare didn’t soften. You felt no relief in her words. You squeezed Wanda’s hand that still held yours. “Promise. Me. Promise me you will tell me,” you demanded. With a whispered desperation you added “please.” This wasn’t going to be negotiable for you. You needed to hear them say it.

They both looked at you with a renewed seriousness. Natasha nodded. “We promise.”

Your grip on Wanda’s hand loosened. Then Natasha put her hand on top of yours and Wanda’s. She raised it and cheered like you had put your hands in a circle before a sports game. You and Wanda both soften, chuckling at the older woman’s attempt to lighten the mood.

“Okay team, let’s suit up and get those boxes out of that dorm room before those college girls wake up at noon,” Natasha said, hopping out of her seat and kissing her wife on the top of the head. “Y/N, I left some clothes and a toothbrush in your bathroom. Be ready in 20.”

************

Packing up your dorm had been as delightfully uneventful as you could’ve hoped. Natasha had been correct, most of the girls on your floor were still asleep. The hall was entirely void of people. Your previous roommates had already packed up their things, so all that remained was two bare college beds.

True to your word, packing took no time at all. Between your car and Natasha’s, it wasn’t even going to take a second trip. You had to turn down Wanda’s offer to ride back with you for directions several times, insisting you could use your GPS. In reality though, you were a bit embarrassed by the thought of Wanda being in your old junker car. There was a notable hole in the floorboard of the passenger side. She would’ve had to tuck her feet up to ensure they didn’t fall through..

You waved goodbye as they pulled off in Natasha’s Mustang. Once you were sure they were gone you dug into one of the boxes Wanda had packed, pulling your teddy bear from the top. It had been tradition that everytime you moved, even if it was just dorms, he would be your copilot on your way to your new home. You carefully buckled the seatbelt over him, hopping in the driver’s seat and driving to your temporary new home.

When you arrived, Natasha and Wanda were already busying themselves with unloading the car. Natasha laughed when you got out of the car. “I’m surprised that thing still moves!” she teased, referring to your very old, very busted car.

You smiled and cautiously tapped the hood. “Cheese Louise runs just fine, thank you,” you retorted.

This time it was Wanda who burst into laughter. “Your car’s name is Cheese Louise?”

“Well…” you gestured dramatically towards the car. It was one of the single most unattractive vehicles you’d ever seen. It was just a shade brighter than mustard yellow, and the whole thing was chocked full of holes that had since rusted into larger holes. You didn’t know what the holes were from. They’d already been there when you bought the car. The radio didn’t work, and neither did the AC. But it was your first car and you had grown rather fond of it over the years. “It’s fitting.”

Wanda shrugged, popping one of the backdoors open to help unload. You expected to be unloading the cars into the garage, just as storage until you found another place to stay. To your surprise, the women were actually bringing the boxes inside.

You attempted to correct them, but Wanda tilted her head in confusion. “We can keep it out here if you’d prefer but we were actually kinda hoping you’d let us make your room more… yours.” She could tell by the expression on your face you were unsure, so she reached out her hand and grabbed yours. “Come on, let us give it a shot.” She winked and squeezed your hand before pulling you upstairs.

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The rest of the afternoon was spent unpacking all of your things into the large bedroom and around the house. You were surprised by how pleasant it all was. You had never found any joy in moving and packing and unpacking, but it was different this time around. You simply found the company enjoyable.

Natasha had unpacked a speaker, insisting you put on some decorating music. Unsure of what to play, you picked a playlist you had made years ago to listen to when you rode in the car with your mother. It was essentially just old hits and a mix of some more modern pop music. The playlist was honestly kind of a mess, but it was still reliably enjoyable. You collapsed onto the bed with laughter as you watched Natasha teasingly attempt to grope her wife, to “Love Shack” by the B-52’s. Wanda rolled her eyes and continued with her decorating before giving in towards the end of the song.

Wanda seemed to really be in her element as well. Despite her complete lack of interest in the “Legend of Zelda” posters she was hanging, she really had a knack for being able to cohesively visualize the room. You beamed with delight as she unveiled a giant poster from the galleria borghese and asked if she could hang it in her office downstairs. You happily agreed. The poster was from an ex who’d taken a trip to Rome one winter, but it was so beautiful you’d kept it anyway.

Natasha stripped the blankets off the california king bed and replaced them with the blankets you’d brought. You had insisted you were fine with the blankets they already had, but after watching you wrap yourself in your favorite throw and rub your face comfortingly against the soft material, Wanda insisted otherwise. You really did love your blankets.

By the time dinnertime rolled around, you were all collapsed against the large mattress. Natasha starfished out all her limbs and Wanda curled up into her side. You laid on your back with your hands folded against your chest. You had an inexplicable urge to curl up with them. You had only met them yesterday and yet you felt drawn to them. You couldn’t remember the last time that being around people had been so easy. So often you found yourself quickly exhausted or at a loss for words, but you hadn’t felt that at all today. The panic from this morning seemed a distant memory.

“Where’s the bear?” Wanda asked, peeking her head up to scan the bed.

Your face flushed. “What?” you asked. You hoped if you played dumb, she might drop the issue. You wondered how she even remembered such a small detail from helping you pack, but you guessed that a college student having one single stuffed animal must have stood out.

“I packed a stuffed bear from the dorms. Was it not in any of the boxes?” Wanda corrected. She genuinely looked a little worried. You weren’t going to be able to wiggle out of this so easily.

“Oh yeah, he must’ve fallen out in the car. I’ll check in the morning,” you said as nonchalantly as you could. You’d be humiliated if she found out how important that bear was to you. You knew you were too old for it to be such a source of comfort. It wasn’t even a comfort from childhood. You had never kept stuffed animals growing up. You’d just picked him up around two years ago when your therapist had recommended a trip to Build-a-Bear to “heal your inner child” or something. His importance had grown by accident. Still, the idea of either woman learning of him was nauseating.

Wanda finally shrugged, seeming pleased enough with your answer.

It wasn’t until later that night, after you’d already fallen asleep, she decided to check for herself. She tucked the bear carefully under your arm, cautious not to wake you up. “I found him. Sweet dreams you two.”

[sceletaflores]

thinking about needy art...just so desperate for you :((( always so horny and riled up :((( he needs you so bad he can't help it :(((

we love you girl!!!!!! pls don't die!!!!!!!!

-🧶

anon i was literally just thinking about this omfg we're so connected it's crazy (this lowkey wandered into a bit of puppy!art territory, @fawnnpaws your influence is too great <333)

and you're SO right!!! in my mind this is so married art coded. that man literally worships the ground you walk on, there's nothing he wouldn't do for his WIFE. the woman with HIS last name. the woman that wears HIS ring on your finger. you're his whole world.

you're cooking dinner when the front door creaks open, the sound of art dropping his keys and bag clear from where you're stood at the stove.

he's always a keyed up, horny monster after practice, so you're not surprised when two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. art clings to you like a second skin, pressing his chest to your back and hooking his chin over your shoulder, a sweet "hey baby," muttered into your hair.

you hum, not looking away from the pasta coming to a boil in front of you. "have a good practice?"

art nods, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling your familiar scent. "missed you," he says, voice going all light and airy. it makes you smile, stirring the pasta calmly as art starts grinding against your ass in small circles. you wonder if he even knows he's doing it or if he's more gone than you first thought.

"i did so good today, you'd be so proud of me," he rambles, brushing his lips over your neck as he speaks. his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

"yeah? hope you worked up an appetite, it's almost ready." your tone is overly casual, like you're not soaking your panties at the feel of art's thick cock through the thin fabric of your sweats. but it's all part of the game, ignoring him only works him up more.

"i could eat," he pants against your skin, a pointed roll of his hips pushes you closer to the stove. "god, i couldn't stop thinking about you." he groans, finally done pretending that it's dinner he cares about. he trails wet kisses down your neck, his hands slipping up under your shirt to paw at the lacy cups of your bralette.

the pot's water snaps and pops in warning, threatening the bare expanse of your stomach. you push art's hands down but he's not deterred, dropping them to knead at the meat of your hips.

"let's go to bed," he suggests into the crook of your neck, his breathing starting to get a little faster as he grinds against you with a purpose.

it's tempting, but you're not done cooking yet, and you know this won't take long.

"no," you say dismissively, turning the heat down to let the sauce pan on another burner slow to a simmer.

art whines, nuzzling deeper into your neck. his hand slides around, slipping between your legs to rub your cunt through your bottoms. "please?"

you sigh contently at his touch, letting your head drop to his shoulder. you let yourself get lost in him for a few seconds before you push his hand away again and cast your gaze back to the food, "no."

"the couch?" he tries, "it's just right there, in the living room. i can eat you out, i'll make you feel so good."

you bite your lip, stifling a smile at his needy begging. you bob your head side to side lightly, a considering noise passing through your lips before you deny him for the third time, "no."

art swallows, his breath getting shallow. "right here, i could eat you out right here," he rambles, his hips speeding up. you can feel the wetness of his pre-come leaking through his own shorts to seep into yours. "i could fuck you right here, against the counter."

you hum noncommittally, adding more dried oregano. it's quiet, just the sound of art's ragged breathing and the hiss of the boiling water. art takes it upon himself to fill the silence.

"i could," he takes a shuddering breath, "we don't have to fuck, i could just eat you out. i could sit by your feet, you don't have to do anything. i can...i could, i could use your leg."

you almost give in, his sweet voice begging you to let him get his mouth on you too much. you don't have to see his face to know he's gone red and flush, embarrassed but too worked up to stop.

"you want me to abandon dinner because, why? you can't keep your dick down? i'm busy, art."

art’s breath hitches, his hands trembling as they grip your hips. "i’m sorry," he breathes out, though you know he’s anything but. the apology only makes him grind harder, chasing any scrap of attention you might throw his way. “please,” he whimpers, his voice cracking. “i just— i need it so bad. please, baby.”

you click your tongue in disapproval, shaking your head as you turn back to the stove, stirring the sauce with a slow, deliberate motion. “you’re such a mess, art. can’t even wait until dinner’s done before you start acting like a desperate slut, can you?”

art shudders behind you, his grip tightening on your waist as his hips jerk involuntarily. “i’m sorry,” he gasps out for the second time. “i just—fuck, i can’t help it. please, let me—”

"no, if you want to come in here and hump my leg like a desperate puppy, than that's how you're going to come."

art’s whimper is pitiful, his hips stuttering against you, driven by nothing but raw desire. he’s practically drooling, his breath hot and uneven against your neck as he desperately grinds himself against your thigh.

“please, please,” he chants, the word a broken prayer on his lips, but you don’t miss the way he shudders under your cruel tone, his body trembling with anticipation.

“god, you’re pathetic,” you say through a condescending laugh, “you can’t even control yourself for a second, can you? always so eager to make a mess. i should make you clean it up with your tongue.”

art comes in his boxers with a broken whine. the timer goes off a couple seconds later.

[hogwartsfirebolt]

the game’s the game

“What was going through your mind when you spotted the Snitch?”

Two camera shutters go off like lighting, but Draco doesn’t blink. It’s almost the end of the season, and he’s done a press conference every week. He’s used to them.

“Fucking finally,” he answers, and the journalists all laugh. They think he’s joking, and he can already imagine the articles they’ll publish tomorrow pronouncing him cheeky and funny, but he means it wholeheartedly. Six hours in the sky, drenched all the way through his pants in rainwater, and facing the very best player in the league? He had half a mind to jump off his broom if only to have the game end somehow.

“This is the second time you face PU and well, Harry Potter, this season,” says another reporter, a young, pretty woman with her hair pinned up and a reverent tone when she speaks Potter’s name. Like everyone. “Are you expecting to encounter him at this year’s Cup? And if so, how does that make you feel?”

Draco breathes out hard through his nose. Across the room from him, sitting at his own table against the wall opposite, Potter’s doing his own press conference. He’s wearing a hat backwards, the light blue of his team hoodie contrasting with his golden-warm skin tone. He has a hand to his chin, rubbing his short beard in thought at some question he’s being asked. Probably about just how sweet it had been to snatch that Snitch right from under Draco’s nose. He’s earnest and so gorgeous Draco can’t stand the sight of him.

“The game is the game,” Harry’s voice carries, clear and chesty, deeply masculine as he says his favorite little quote that means absolutely nothing and that fans have been yelling and tattooing on their bodies the whole season. “We don’t take any victory for granted. Coach has been running us to the ground, she won’t stop until we have that trophy in Puddlemere, and we’re doing our best to make her proud.”

“Oh, I’m certain we’ll face them at the Cup,” is what Draco answers at last. “Honestly? I think no other team comes even close. We’ll face them, and then we’ll bring the Cup home to Appleby. As Potter himself likes to say, the game is the game.”

All the cameras around him go off, the sound of Quick-Quills scrabbling and the reporters’ scandalized gasps at his use of Potter’s quote. He grins, puts his olive green Arrows cap on and stands to leave. He needs a fucking shower.

Later on, he’s sprawled on his hotel room couch, drying his hair with a towel and watching a replay of the game on the enormous television, making mental notes about his own flying, his mistakes, the times he dove too soon or hovered too low. When the screen follows the blue jersey with POTTER 7 emblazoned across the back, he looks closely, trying to spot mistakes but knowing he won’t find any. Potter’s probably the best flier of the century, and Draco loves Quidditch too much to lie to himself about that.

He’s admiring one of Potter’s physics-defying feints when there’s a knock on his door. Immediately, his heart takes up a gallop, and he has to press a hand to the center of his chest with a frown.

“Calm the fuck down, Malfoy,” he mutters. It’s a disproportionate reaction and he’s irritated with himself for it. It’s not as though it’s the first time. Or the tenth.

He pauses the game with a flick of his wand and makes his way to the door, through the archway that separates the TV room from the kitchenette. A quick look at the archway across the suite to make sure the bedroom is as he left it, and he’s at the door, taking a deep breath.

Potter’s grin is huge when Draco opens. He’s foregone all his team outwear, and is now in a familiar, worn leather jacket and a black sweater. His hair is wet, as though he rushed after his shower so he could get here quicker. Draco opens his mouth to say something, but before he figures out what, Harry pushes inside, turns around and presses him against the door, big hands gentle on Draco’s waist. Draco’s heart hasn’t gotten the “this isn’t the first or tenth time this happens,” memo, and is still running a marathon inside his chest, so he says nothing.

There’s a plastic bag in Potter’s hands. Dinner, probably, he usually brings dinner when they meet after a game. His wide smile reveals white teeth, a crooked canine that Draco knows is a baby tooth that never loosened. Round, stylish glasses cover the most intoxicating green eyes Draco has ever seen, and they’re shining with tonight’s victory. And Draco might be — definitely is — the world’s sorest loser, but he’s also the world’s biggest slut for Quidditch excellence, and he has it right here, holding him against his hotel room door.

“The game is the game?” Harry asks, amused, already leaning in, the hand on Draco’s waist moving to wrap the whole way around him and pull him close.

“Just some stupid phrase I’ve heard from a dickhead,” Draco answers, but the words hold the shape of a smile and are uttered right into a kiss there at the end.

It’s always a race at the start. They're both high from the game, still in that mindset, and it’s a competition to see who can undress quicker, who can make the other harder, who can earn the first moan and coax the first orgasm of the night. But after that first one, after Draco’s jaw aches dully and Potter is softening between his legs, everything slows down a little. Potter helps him up and they share the tacos Potter brought, watching the last minutes of the game they played earlier with Draco’s legs up on Potter’s lap, where he’s massaging his knees, his quads, making sure he’s not achy from kneeling for him.

“I really fucked that one up,” Potter comments. His tiny self on the screen just pulled out of an impossible dive at what looks like a 90 degree angle. He sounds earnest, which is the only reason Draco isn’t kicking him right in his beautiful face.

“I hate you so much. Only you would call that a fuck up.”

Potter hums, his massaging hands moving from Draco’s calf to his heel, his thumb pressing into his sole. On the screen, tiny Draco swerves a Bludger aimed to his head, and his teammate Owen is flying to him to make sure he’s alright.

“That guy is so into you,” Potter points out.

“I know. We fucked all through rookie year.”

Potter turns to look at him so fast it must hurt his neck. Draco raises an eyebrow, confused at the strong reaction.

“What?”

“I — I don’t know,” Potter says, suddenly sheepish. His hands haven’t stopped moving over Draco’s foot. Potter’s skin is dark, but Draco can still make out the blush spreading across his cheekbones. “Isn’t it weird? He’s a teammate.”

There’s something he’s not saying. It’s evident in the way he bites his bottom lip, in the way he obviously wants to look away but is too ridiculously brave to actually do it. Draco’s heart thumps inside his chest, so hard he’s sure it must be audible to Harry too.

They’ve never named this thing between them. The first time they did it, after the quarter finals one year before, with Potter’s ill advised kiss that ended with them fucking in the showers of the stadium after Potter had wiped the damn dust with Draco on the pitch, they agreed to keep it quiet, and that was the last they discussed of it. It’s going on fourteen months since then, and they’ve done it at least once a month, when the league brings them to nearby towns, and sometimes when it doesn’t and they take a quick midnight Portkey to each other to blow off some steam.

Draco had never in his life been as well-fucked as he’s been this past year, and he definitely doesn’t want to lose it. Potter’s always been honest and open with him, vocal in bed about how much he wants him, filthy in his occasional text messages when they’re apart, but he’s never given any indication that he wants anything other than exactly what they have.

“It’s not weird,” Draco says slowly, unsure of what to think of this exchange. “We stopped a while ago. I was clear that I didn’t want — that I’d rather we stayed friends and teammates, without any complications.”

“Right,” Potter says. He sounds relieved, and Draco feels like he’s three steps behind the conversation they’re having. He’s about to ask, but Potter’s fingers on his calf smooth over an old knot and he groans instead, letting his head fall back onto the couch cushion.

“That feels great,” he says, and Potter repeats the motion.

“Yeah. I think you pulled it when you made that X turn.”

The turn he made to try to beat him to the Snitch, he doesn’t say. How he had enough awareness to know Draco attempted it while diving for the Snitch himself is beyond comprehension, but Draco has long accepted that Potter is simply insane about the game. He notices everything, considers everything, takes every risk. If he weren’t a player himself, Draco knows he would be following Puddlemere and Harry wherever they played for the entire season, wearing a pale blue jersey with the number 7 on it.

“Probably,” Draco says, closing his eyes and groaning again when Harry keeps pressing the same point. After a moment, he feels something softer brushing his calf, and opens his eyes to find Harry bent over his leg, kissing a path up towards his knee. He can’t help the embarrassing little sound he makes, and Harry’s laugh is a puff against his skin as he keeps moving up, breath warm on the wet trail of his kisses up Draco’s thigh. In the background, the presenters are going crazy over a feint Harry pulled, the sound of the audience carrying all through the stadium and out of the TV speakers.

Harry has made his way high up and is kissing Draco’s birthmark, a brown, apple-sized beauty mark an inch below his groin when he lifts his head to ask, “Why didn’t you want to?”

Draco can’t believe he’s using his mouth to speak at that moment. He licks his lips, trying to make sense of the question.

“What? What are you even — ?” He tries to sit up a little, but Harry moves over him instead so they’re eye-level without Draco having to move at all.

“With Caddell. Why didn’t you want to keep seeing him?”

“Owen? Why the fuck are we talking about —,” Draco lets his head drop down onto the cushions again, a sigh punched out of him. Harry takes pity and leans forward to kiss him, lips soft over Draco’s, knowing exactly how to coax his kisses out of him the way he likes best.

“I just want to know,” Harry whispers against his lips. He’s breathless just from touching Draco, from rubbing his legs, from kissing him. Fuck, this is insane.

“I like him, but it wasn’t very exciting.” Draco says. He closes his eyes as Harry begins to kiss down his neck, and tries to really think about it, because he’s not even sure himself. “I wasn’t willing to risk our teamwork when what we had wasn’t even that … electric. I don’t know. This sounds insane.”

Harry shakes his head, his beard rubbing against Draco’s collarbone. “It doesn’t. I get it.” He bites on the delicate skin connecting neck and shoulder, licks a path down his chest. “I get electric.”

“Fuck yes you do,” Draco says, nonsensical, but he feels he can’t be blamed when Harry is brushing his lips over his nipples, broad hands moving around Draco’s body to secure a grip over his ass.

“Is this?” Harry asks, mouth nearing the V of Draco’s hips, the edge of the trail of hair leading to his crotch. “Electric?”

Draco swears, fingers running through Harry’s hair and finding a grip, hard. “If you don’t put your mouth on me right now I swear I — yes.”

He spreads his thighs to accommodate Harry between them, one hand gripping Harry’s hair and the other curled around the cushion over his head. It is electric, the way Harry knows exactly which buttons to push, sliding a finger inside him while keeping him on his tongue. He’s a prodigy in this too, the star player who knows every move in the playbook that is Draco’s body.

It feels like no time at all, no effort at all before Harry is pulling back, dragging Draco closer by the waist and working himself inside. The feel of it, the sound of them together, the look into Harry’s open gaze, his sweat dripping onto Draco’s chest and his hands underneath Draco’s back, holding him, pulling him onto him, have Draco nearing release almost too fast for his liking, but the night is young and it’s been so long that he lets himself go, a cord snapping in his core, eyes open as he watches Harry watch him come apart.

“Come on,” he says once he’s come down, lifting his hips, shifting his weight onto his shoulders. “Show me what you got, Potter.”

Harry groans and leans forward, kisses Draco’s jaw and his neck, and drives his hips faster. Draco wraps his arms around Harry’s back, moves with him as much as he can in the tight embrace, and remains close as Harry meets his own peak and tumbles down the edge.

They lie together for a couple minutes afterwards, panting into each other’s skins, basking in the afterglow.

“Some pro-athletes. We have the stamina of two eighteen year old virgins,” Draco mutters into Harry’s hair after a while, and feels Harry’s chest rumble with his laughter. The room is cast in the warm glow of the foot-lamp that stands beside the sofa they just fucked in, exactly like two eighteen year old virgins having the chance to touch for the first time in their lives.

Harry always goes boneless and slow after a good lay, so Draco eases him off his body with tenderness, a gentle hand to Harry’s chest, followed by a kiss.

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He whispers.

Harry groans. “I don’t want to move.”

“That’s too bad, because I’m exhausted and I’m going to bed. Some idiot drove me to the ground on the pitch today.”

He stands up and shakes out his legs, testing the soreness of his muscles. There’ll be an ache tomorrow, but nothing he can’t handle.

Despite his complaint, Harry is already standing up too, coming up behind Draco, a hand finding its way to the flat of his belly, his forehead on Draco’s shoulder as though he can’t bear not to touch him for even a second.

“Bed it is,” he declares against the skin of Draco’s shoulder, sounding halfway asleep already. Draco huffs a laugh and pulls him towards the bedroom, pausing at the kitchenette to grab two glasses of water that he watches Harry drink in three gulps, a couple drops sliding down the sides of his mouth, into his beard and down his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“What?” He asks when he catches Draco watching him, and Draco shakes his head and pulls him to bed. He’s so handsome it’s genuinely upsetting sometimes. Draco thinks he’d throw a tantrum about it daily if it weren’t for the fact that he gets to touch him.

They try their best, but they don’t manage a second round before their eyes fall shut, tucked into each other like two hands cupped under a stream of water, tumbling into a satisfied, exhausted sleep.

Harry wakes him with a kiss before daybreak, the last of the night chilling the room and puckering Draco’s skin.

“Do you have to go already?” Draco asks, one eye still closed and a hand curled possessively around Harry’s bicep, not entirely on purpose.

Harry shakes his head, kisses him again with a gentleness that is meant to go nowhere but extend this kiss, warm and sweet.

“I thought we could talk.”

Draco is nodding before fully grasping the meaning, but even once he does he’s not tempted to back away. Must be the night, still cocooning them, must be Harry’s arms around him that are making him brave, but he’s not nervous anymore, not now that he’s remembered what they’re like, together.

“It is electric,” he says, suspecting that’s what Harry wants to talk about. “It’s always electric with you.”

The smile blooms slowly, lighting up Harry’s face from within, his beautiful eyes, unhidden this early in the morning, his glasses still on the bedside table. Harry sits up a little, clears his throat. It seems like he’s been gearing up for this, he’s squaring his shoulders the way he does before trying a dangerous feint, before performing a play that will have Draco biting dust. This insane, wonder of an athlete. Draco forces himself to shake the last of the sleep away, to focus on him, on what he wants to say.

“I know that … so many of us want you,” Harry starts. “On your team, on mine, the whole league, actually. But I —”

He looks like he’s stating an absolute truth, like he has irrefutable proof, and Draco is taken aback. He knows some of the guys find him attractive, but that’s not the same as being wanted. He shakes his head. “What? Where did you get that?”

“I’ve talked about it with the guys, but that’s not the point,” he adds hurriedly when he sees his eyes widen. Draco hasn’t said a word to anyone, not out of shame, but out of sureness that they were sneaking around, that they were making it a point to hide. Apparently, he was wrong. Harry continues, “What I want to say is … I know we’ve not agreed on anything, that you’re free to want others, be with whoever you want to be with. I thought that you knew where I stood, that if you weren’t saying anything it was because you didn’t want the same thing I did, but it’s been brought to my attention that if I’ve not made an honest offer, I can’t assume you’re saying no.”

Draco’s heart is hammering inside his chest, inside his throat. He doesn’t want to jump to conclusions, but if he’s right, it seems Harry is saying …

“I don’t want this to be a once a month thing. I want to bring you home, I want you to meet my family, and I want the guys to know that I’m saying no to all the people they set me up with because I’m taken and completely uninterested in anyone else. Are you … is that something you want, too? I know you might have better offers, but I – ”

The covers crinkle under Draco’s knees as he sits up, throws a leg over Harry’s body so he can fully sit on his lap and brings him forward by the neck.

“You beautiful idiot. What could be a better offer? Why would I care about any other offers when I have the best one right here?”

They’re kissing, and Harry’s gasping, and Draco’s frenzied heart pounds against his sternum. He nods into the kiss, feels dizzy with how much he wants what’s being offered. Fuck. There’s nothing he wants more.

Harry pulls back a little, whispers: “Does this mean we’re — ?”

“Yes, fuck. It’s — The game’s the game.”

“What — That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Shut up. It’s your quote.”

Then they’re laughing into a new kiss, and it’s not the first, or even the tenth time they’re together like this, but Draco’s heart still goes crazy for this man, for his unlimited talent, his openness, his electric company. Quarter finals are coming up, then semis, then they might meet again on the pitch and Draco might lose and throw a strop and want to tear the hair out of his head over the beautiful Quidditch Harry plays, and then they’ll get to go home and celebrate a victory. No matter who takes the trophy. That’ll be the game.

Read On Ao3

[kurocamille]

❝maybe frat boys aren’t so bad (aka cars are meant for driving!)❞

Frat!Bakugou Katsuki x reader (except he’s not stereotypical and mean) mdni

part 2

4.1k+ words

you attend your first frat party and run into a familiar flirty face. he offers to drive you home from the party, the empty parking lot outside your dorm building definitely seems like the perfect place to get down and dirty…

warnings

part 1 of 2 (2 will have full smut..) 1 oc who’ll come into play later…., car sex, fingering, handjobs, heavy makeout, hickeys/neck kisses, dry humping/grinding kinda, female/afab reader, no pronouns used, inexperienced reader, “baby” as a pet name

It was your first time going to a college party, miraculously enough. This year, you had met a group of girls who had quickly invited you into their friend group. Somehow, despite you refusing over ten times, they had managed to drag you to a frat party.

After getting yourself a cup of mysterious red punch, you stand in the crowd of people. Bodies brush against you—intentionally or unintentionally, you don’t know. You’ve seen a few of your friends since arriving, but it seems like most of them are off doing God knows what with some drunken frat boy.

You can feel the beat of the music in your chest, as if it’s pumping your heart for you. The strobe lights flash around you. Sipping away at your drink, you go wandering in search of someone you know.

When you exit the common room, you float down a hallway with fewer people. Despite fewer people being there, the hallway is stuffy, and you can barely walk through without knocking shoulders with someone.

You aren’t watching where you’re going, and suddenly you trip on the bunched up carpet beneath your feet. The half-full soda cup goes flying, and so do you. It spills on the front of your shirt and down the back of a nearby couple who, until now, had been in the middle of making out,

“Ugh!” the girl shrieks, and you look up to see her glaring at you. She comes out from under the guy caging her, and you realize it’s the girl Mika from one of your classes. As always, her hair is perfectly coiffed, and she’s wearing a dress that barely covers her ass.

The girl shakes her hands of the sticky liquid that spilled on her, but seeing as she had previously been caged under that other guy, she had barely gotten wet. Meanwhile, the guy stands in a sopping wet shirt. You also recognize him; Bakugou Katsuki. He’s in another one of your classes, one of which you had been paired up for a partner project. Unlike Mika, he doesn’t look like he’s trying too hard. A white short-sleeved band t-shirt complements his black jeans, something you wouldn’t have expected a frat boy like him to wear.

Despite being in the same fraternity/sorority group, Mika and Bakugou could not be more different, and you can’t help but wonder how they ended up together. While Mika is extremely stereotypical and, if you might say, annoying, rude, and a bitch, Bakugou is really nice. That one project had taught you that not every frat boy is a shameless womanizer and prick. Although he’s a definite flirt, he’s always been respectful and acknowledged you as an equal—opposite of what Mika had done to your friends, and now you.

“I’m so sorry,” you say hastily.

“Don’t min-” Bakugou starts, but he’s cut off by Mika.

“You better be sorry!” she all but screeches at you. “This is a brand new set of nails. They’re completely ruined. You better repay me for this. It cost 10,000 yen, you know that? Can you even fucking afford that”

“Look, I’m sorry I did that, but I don’t know if I can repay tha-” you start. The look she gives you is incredulous as she snarls before interrupting you.

“I actually can’t believe you. You must be a dumb slut dying for Bakugou’s attention. Imagine sabotaging me just because he chose to be with me! And you’re so poor you can’t even afford to fix your mess… Ridiculous,” she huffs, pressing a pointy finger into your chest and probably expecting you to bow down and beg for forgiveness.

You try to apologize, but Bakugou steps in before you can say anything.

“Mika, who cares,” he sighs. He looks at you with a silent ‘I can’t deal with this face.’

The silence that follows feels like an eternity, but it really only elapses the half second before her hand makes contact with Bakugou’s face.

The sound from the slap resounds in the small hallway. You stare wide-eyed at the growing red spot with matching nail marks on Bakugou’s face.

“You should fucking care. We’ve been together for, like, a month already, and you still won’t stand up for me?! I’m done, don’t call me,” she seethes before pointing at you. “And you, you better hope we never see each other again.”

After that, Mika storms off in a fit of rage and disappears into the crowd.

“Dating on and off for a month, and she pulls that. Psychotic bitch,” he mutters before turning to you. “Hey, Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming, you should’ve told me.”

“I’m so sorry, for all of that. I’ll just get going and pretend I never saw that.” You turn on your heel to dash out, but a hand grips your shoulder and turns you around.

“No need to apologize, she gets crazy when she’s drunk, and I was planning on breaking up with her,” he shrugs. “Anyway, I’m just gonna head upstairs and shower this stuff off. You can come up too, if you want, Y/N.”

You raise a brow at his suggestion. “You want me to come shower with you?”

A look of confusion and surprise crosses his sharp features before a smirk breaks out. “There are multiple bathrooms up there, but you know, if they’re all taken, you can always join me.” He sends you the stupidest wink that still sends your stomach into frenzy.

“You bounce back too quickly,” you groan. “Whatever, I’m coming up, but not with you.”

Bakugou reverts to his uncaring self and has you follow him. You follow Bakugou, slowly making your way up the rickety house stairs. When you make it around the corner, Bakugou points you in the direction of an ensuite washroom, and disappears into the room across from you. “Just take a folded towel, and I’ll deal with it. If you need anything, just come and get me.”

In the quiet of the bedroom, you lock the door and undress. You make your way into the connected bathroom and strip down in the low light. The shower has terrible pressure and doesn’t heat up, but it does the job of cleansing the sticky punch off your skin.

You finish your shower within five minutes and step out to grab a towel. It’s surprisingly clean, but the pile of your clothes on the counter are still dripping with liquid. That means you’ll either have to walk around in a towel for the rest of the night or muster up the courage to ask Bakugou for some clothes.

You opt for the second option, seeing as you won’t have to walk through a drunken frat house in a towel that barely covers your “good bits.” So, you head back to the door where Bakugou was, rolling your clothes into a ball and tucking them under your arm. When you get there, the door is still closed, as you expected, but there is no sound of running water coming from the room.

“Bakugou, sorry, I need some extra clothes,” you say after knocking on the door.

As if it isn’t embarrassing enough, Bakugou takes his sweet time getting to the door. When it finally opens, he stares at you, his eyes unashamedly trailing up and down your body. He, similarly to you, looks to have just gotten out of the shower. Water droplets fall from his hair and fall down his hardened chest, which he doesn’t bother to clothe. The only thing keeping his from being stark naked in front of you is the towel sitting low on his hips, low enough that you can see his v-line drifting below.

“Clothes?” he asks after an awkward pause, and you flush.

“Yeah, anything will do, I just need it to get home in them,” you reply.

“Alright, come in.” He beckons you with his hand to follow him.

The first thing you notice when you enter is that his room is far different from the other one. While the first bedroom, whose you can only assume is his frat brother’s, is standard for a male college student—clothes strewn everywhere, an only half-made bed, and suspicious posters. Bakugou’s room is the opposite, the bed made, shelves tidy, and everything in order.

Bakugou coughs and breaks you out of the spell you’re under. He’s holding out a crumpled plastic bag, with some grocery store logo on it. “Here, for your wet clothes.”

You quickly snatch the bag and stuff your clothes into it. As you struggle to fit them inside, the towel hugging your body slips from its hold and drops below your nipples. From your peripheral vision, Bakugou freezes ever so slightly, and you hear an awfully loud swallow.

As soon as you notice him, however, he averts his eyes and pretends he had been looking for clothes the whole time. The outfit he chooses for you isn’t half bad, a hoodie and drawstring sweatpants, but they look so big they could drown you.

You take the two garments from him, accidentally brushing fingers in the process. He pulls away from you and heads back towards his ensuite bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’ll be in here. I won’t peek. You can get changed in the bedroom.”

With that, he closes the door and cements a divide between the two of you. Quickly, you change into the clothes he gave you, having to roll up the cuffs on them multiple times. You look like a blob of fabric, but it’ll have to do. Hopefully Bakugou won’t notice that you’re not wearing your bra and panties.

Knocking on the bathroom door, you meet face to face with Bakugou one last time. He’s fully clothed now and gives you a smile.

“Looks like it fits,” he says sarcastically.

“For sure,” you joke, flattening out the garments awkwardly. “I’m planning on heading out now, by the way. I think I’ll just catch an Uber, I’m pretty sober now, and my friends will probably be here for a while longer.”

“Don’t take an Uber,” he replies suddenly.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he corrects himself. “I mean, it’s not safe to take one right now. Let me drive you, I didn't drink tonight.”

“No way!” you retort. “I couldn’t bother you with that. I’ll be fine, anyway.”

However, Bakugou, being his stubborn self, does not relent until you agree to let him drive you all the way back to your dorms, only a stupid 30 minutes away.

Normally, you wouldn’t risk going with someone in his frat, but you have enough trust in Bakugou to keep civil. So, after a moment of contemplation, you accept his offer and follow him to the adjacent parking lot. Multiple people stare as you walk past them, but you pay them no mind, seeing as you’re practically unrecognizable in your new outfit.

“Yo, Bakubro, good for you!” a redhead yells from the doorway as you leave, whooping in a supportive, you suppose, manner.

“Ah, shut up, don’t spread any rumours, Shittyhair.” Bakugou groans, but you don’t miss the way his ears turn pink.

You’ll have to forget about that, though, because the lights of a black Jeep Wrangler flash on, and Bakugou escorts you to the passenger seat.

“I didn’t know you were this much of a gentleman, Bakugou,” you giggle in an embarrassingly girly way.

“I’m always a gentleman.” He winks and walks around to his side of the vehicle, leaving you feeling hot in the face.

He swings into the passenger seat, and puts the car in motion. You can’t help but notice the way his arms grip the steering wheel, the veins from his strong hands trailing up his forearms in a way that makes you unconsciously bite your lip.

“Put the address into the GPS,” Bakugou interrupts, and you notice his eyes force themselves away from your lips.

You deny whatever you just saw and punch your address into the screen. The machine takes only a second to bring up the route home, which, at this late hour, will actually only take 15 minutes.

After pulling out of the lot, Bakugou heads down the street following the indicated yellow line. He drives smoothly and professionally, as you expected he would. He maneuvers the car with expertise, and you can’t help but think he’s showing off when he steers with an open palm and an arm on the back of your seat.

For most of the ride, you guys are silent. Other than the faint whirring of the air conditioner, the only sounds to be heard are made by you and Bakugou. His by his slow, peaceful breathing, and yours by the beating of your heart—something which betrays you by getting louder and faster with every minute.

Luckily for you, the drive is soon over and Bakugou’s car is parked right outside of your dorm building. For the most part, the lot is empty, and the lights from the windows are off. It makes sense, most people in your extremely small building are out partying at 9 o’clock on a Friday, and the homebodies you’d normally associate with are already in bed.

Your specific block seems to be completely dark, seeing as you left your friends behind at that party… Whoops. It’s no matter, however, you’ll just be the first one in your complex to get back.

You unclick the belt from your waist, moving up on the seat to grab your things off the floor.

“This is you, right?” Bakugou questions.

“Yep! Thank you so much for driving me. I’ll text you later so you can have your clothes back.” You smile at him and go to open the door, but he lightly pulls you back.

“Wait. Y/N, you can keep them, actually. ” He chuckles, but it has an awkward tone to it. “You look better in them than I do”

Wait, what?

You always thought Bakugou was just flirty by nature, which to some extent he is, but you could see it now. Whatever you two had going on was certainly out of the ordinary. From what you could tell, Bakugou wasn’t half as teasing towards Mika as he was to you.

Ever since that one project, he had always made it a priority to sit next to you in class. You had assumed he was there for your notes, not that you minded, but could it actually have been for another reason altogether?

“Well, I would bet you look pretty good in these too, not that you don’t always look good,” you giggle, testing out the waters.

Bakugou’s eyes widen in surprise and soften under the pale light of his car. You stare at him fondly, accidentally letting your eyes flicker to his lips.

“Y/N, I-“ he starts but can’t seem to find the right words.

“I know you just broke up—literally tonight, but, Bakugou, gosh, I really want to kiss you right now,” you speak for him.

Maybe that punch was more potent than you thought. Good thing Bakugou drove you all the way here…

Instead of replying, Bakugou places a tender hand on your cheek and pulls you in. Soft lips meet your own, and you smile. You move to his lap where the seat has suddenly been rolled back.

Ah, it’s his frat boy car seat trick.

Your kisses continue slowly, and you can tell Bakugou wants to deepen the kiss when his tongue brushes against your lips. Upon first contact, you freeze in place. Before this you’d only ever been with one guy, one that you hadn’t even gone far with. In the moment now, you can only hope and pray that he won’t notice your inexperience.

However, you completely forget whatever worry you had when Bakugou starts to go into your mouth. His large hands pull you flush against his body, grabbing at the flesh right above your ass.

When you finally pull back, Bakugou’s eyes are blown wide, and he looks lost to lust. The lips that had previously been on yours now have a cute pout, having puffed up from your kisses.

Bakugou’s lips move down and pepper chaste kisses along your jawline. Even with his light and seemingly innocent pecks, you’re still softly moaning under his hold.

Bakugou switches focus to your neck, licking and sucking a hickey into your skin. After nipping at you for a while, Bakugou lifts off of you, and you can tell with his smirk that he left a massive bruise blooming on your skin.

“Bakugou, let me touch you,” you whisper as he moves to kiss the other side of your neck.

“Call me Katsuki… Please. “ He groans when you slightly grind against his groin.

You shift down on your hips and look down to see a thick boner growing in his pants. Curiously, you press it softly with your fingers and give it a light squeeze.

Katsuki looks down at you, his face quickly turning red. Silently, you reach into his pants, looking at his gorgeous ruby eyes for any sign of contestment. Katsuki stays quiet but gives you a small nod in approval.

Finally, you get to the moment you’ve been waiting for. You press your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, sliding your hand across the top of his cock. Then, with one movement, you free him from his confines, and his dick stands proudly in front of you.

Any expectations or preconceived notions about what Katsuki was packing were shattered. Painfully hard and dripping tiny amounts of precum, his cock is a beauty. The dark pink tip invites you in, begging you to give it one moment of reprieve.

When you nervously stroke the shaft, Katsuki’s reaction is instantaneous, his hips lurching up against yours.

“Fuck, keep going,” he hisses, his breath already laboured.

With more confidence you wrap your fingers around him and give his cock a few quick pumps. Your sudden change in tempo makes Bakugou’s cock twitch in your hold and release a bead of white precum. You remove your hand, and Katsuki’s eyes meet yours with a pleading look.

Carefully, you push your thumb against the slit of his dick and lubricate him with his own pre-cum. As you swirl the substance around the head, Katsuki buries his face in your shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m about to cum,” he gasps. “Fuck, it’s like I’m a virgin again.”

Bakugou’s chest heaves as you work him to his high. With every light touch or squeeze of his dick you make, it twitches and throbs in reply. You decide to help him finish, doing the same fast strokes that make him groan lewdly in your ear.

Then, all of a sudden, Bakugou reaches out and stops your hand in the middle of its movements. You eye him, confused. “You into edging or something?”

“Not quite, I wanna get you off, too.” He surprisingly lets out a hearty laugh.

“Sit up, baby,.” You follow his instructions and he picks you up with ease.

Katsuki flips you over so you’re no longer sitting on top of him, rather lying caged underneath him. His body is so close to yours that you can’t look down to see what’s happening when you feel his hands moving against your clothed pussy.

“May I?” he asks, tugging at the edge of your panties.

“Still such a gentleman,” you giggle embarrassingly.

“Breaking the frat boy stereotypes as we go, I suppose.” He laughs with you, before turning his attention back to your body.

His adept fingers pull your soaked panties to the side, revealing your equally glistening cunt. Katsuki nimbly dips his fingers in your wetness with a soft hum.

“So wet, baby,” he grins, and you blush in embarrassment.

Bakugou skillfully captures your attention by pressing the pad of his thumb against your aching sex, as if to test the waters. When he hears your soft moan in response, he takes it as an invitation to keep going.

Slowly, Katsuki’s thumb plays with your throbbing clit, brushing it in teasing circles. A whine escapes your mouth, and he chuckles upon hearing it, knowing how needy you feel. “You want my fingers inside of you?”

You gasp out a ‘yes,’ and his fingers are immediately prodding at your entrance. Then, you feel the stretch your hole makes to accommodate his intruding finger. Although you’re not used to such a feeling, you easily adapt to the length of his digit, which pleasantly curls into your depths.

Bakugou starts fingering in and out of you, and the pleasure increases. Previously soft moans and whines turn into cries against his shoulder. Despite your embarrassment of being oversensitive, the flush on Bakugou’s face proves he’s just as affected, without you even touching him.

As Katsuki continues to slip inside your wetness, you feel the pressure building in your stomach, much differently than it ever has before. One more finger squeezes into your tight cunt and presses against your pleasure spot. You cry out, and his hands continue to brush against that sensitive place.

“Fuck, that feels good, please don’t stop,” you babble mindlessly, barely even registering Bakugou’s reply of, “Course not. Wouldn’t dream of it.’

To your blissed out surprise, the pleasure gets stronger. The sensation on your clit returns, and your body uncontrollably arches into Bakugou’s above you. With every calculated movement against your bundle of nerves, you’re worked closer to orgasm.

Then, all of a sudden, the angle of the thrusting fingers changes. Bakugou changes his position to be closer to you, somehow managing to reach further than before. With every new touch to your g-spot and clit, you feel yourself being pushed to your high.

In turn, you grasp a hold of Katsuki’s twitching cock. His hiss in reply shows you just how sensitive he is from before. Your hand moves up and down, matching the quick strokes of his fingers. Just as quickly as he had gotten you to the peak of your orgasm, his body convulses, signaling his is soon to come, as well.

Your moans crescendo and bounce off the walls of the car, and Bakugou can't help but be spurred on by them. The speed of his hand gets faster, still very much calculated in its movements, your hole fluttering around his digits.

After swiping your thumb across his leaking tip, Bakugou’s body seems even more sensitive, if it’s even possible. His cock violently throbs in your hand, begging to spill its seed. You oblige its wishes and continue your pumps up and down his hard length.

You can feel yourself almost cumming, on the brink of losing your mind. Similarly, Katsuki’s body, his higher-pitched moans, twitching shaft, and milky tip, tell you he’s extremely close.

Then, taking you by surprise, Bakugou cuts off your moans with a hot kiss. Immediately after you make contact, his tongue sweeps against yours in a passionate dance.

“I’m gonna cum!” Your voice gets muffled by the tongue pressing against your own.

The addition his mouth was to your pleasure plunges you right into orgasm. Your body convulses, pussy tightening uncontrollably, and you wail into his mouth. Anything you had ever expected of sex is automatically blown to bits when this atomic force hits you.

You feel your eyesight black out, as if you’ve been hit by a truck. You subconsciously grip harder around Katsuki’s dick, causing his orgasm to come shooting out of him. Long strings of his pearly cum cover the palm of your hand, his cock still moving to let out the last bits of his seed.

The bliss that follows is calming. Bakugou finally pulls out of you, his face coming off of yours to reveal his dazed eyes and flushed cheeks.

You doubt you look appealing, but Bakugou looks at you sweetly and more kindly than you can assume he does with anyone else.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers to you after leaning down to your level.

You give him a quick peck on the cheek and slowly untangle your limbs from his. Bakugou helps you up and grabs your (borrowed) clothes that had previously been strewn across the other seats.

After dressing yourself and saying a quick goodbye to Bakugou, you slip out of his car and head back into your dorms.

You smile to yourself as you lay in bed alone. On your bedside table you notice you’ve received a new notification, a message from an unknown number. What you see makes you smile and blush.

‘That was such a great night, let’s do it again sometime. - Bakugou’

a/n: hi guys. i’m back for the holidays and i hope to put out part two soon (let’s be honest, i never write things on time). i tried writing something more plot heavy… hope you enjoyed🫶 also, sorry for the edging joke. i think i’m funny.

[sourpeachsayshi]

(cw royal au; queen yuki x lady-in-waiting reader - dub con; wlw - use of strap; semi-public sex / minors, ageless and blank blogs dni) - read this for more context.

yuki's grip on your wrist is so strong, it makes your heart pound. the palace is lit up by only candles, and it's hard for you to see in the dark, difficult for youth be careful of her thick green robes trailing behind her. you're only wearing a sheer baby blue nightgown, made from the finest silk and lace, which was purchased by her majesty.

"my queen," you whisper, when she halts suddenly.

you both freeze as two guards patrol the hallway leading to throne room. your breaths are in sync as their footsteps disappear while they make their rounds.

she glances over her shoulder and gives you a cheeky wink.

your throat tightens uncomfortably. you can't help but think about the king - of what he would think knowing his wife wasn't in bed with him.

of him potentially seeking her out.

you enter the throne room, your footsteps echoing far louder than it needed to be. by the time you reach the throne, your body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

you fold your arms over your chest, a desperate attempt to hide your skin showing through the shed gown.

the palace gets so cold at night.

"your majesty..." you choke out, watching as she elegantly tucks her long blonde hair behind her ears and takes her seat with the natural authority that she claims.

"I wanted to show you something~" she seductively remarks angelically. she turns on her heel and finds her seat, her tall physique and the grandiose structure of the throne making you feel small even though you are merely a step down.

"an hour before sunrise?" you respond, hoping that your frustration doesn't come through.

she giggles, her fingers fiddling with the sash around her waist, and she slowly unravels her robe. "now that I am married, we don't get enough privacy anymore," she answers, "I have to make the time now"

"you need your rest," you insist, but a lump forms in your throat.

she really is the most beautiful woman in all the land. there is no denying that. the way her skin glows, the strands of her hair like gold strings. every feature on her face was perfect. sometimes it made you jealous looking at a woman so gorgeous, and other times you were smug knowing that her attention was in your favor.

she removes her robes slowly, the green fabric dripping onto the arm rests. her nightgown matches the cover, the ruching around the bust accentuating her tits. her hand roams over her stomach, and it was only then where you noticed a tenting poking up against the fabric. of her dress

your eyes widen, and yuki flashes you a sharp grin. she lifts the dress higher and higher, over the erect material to reveal a strap underneath. you've never seen anything like this before; only heard about it once through a piece of scandalous gossip regarding princess utahime & her most loyal knight shoko who serves her from another kingdom. you just assumed everyone made outrageous commentary about them only because of shoko's gender. but now...

you squeeze your thighs together. the harness is wrapped tight around yuki's muscular thighs, her eyes growing sleepy as she flicks two fingers in her direction. "come, sit."

it's not a request. it's a command. with shaking legs you walk up, her heart pounding against your ribs. yuki reaches for the pocket of her robe, pulling out a small jar of what appears to be oil. she pours it over the strap, her hand rubbing up and down the shaft like it's a member of her own. you climb over her legs, your eyes searching around the room in the hopes that nobody else can see.

"touch yourself first," she whispers, "you need to be wet."

you feel so ashamed, but you do it anyway, because serving her is all you have ever known. your rub yourself between your legs until your slick coats your fingers, before proceeding to align your entrance against the tip. "oh~my~god~..." you gulp, feeling the stretch as you glide down the strap, a sweet burn between your legs. you settle into the position for a few minutes, only to squeak when you feel a harsh slap against your ass. "up and down," she orders, her other hand digging into your hip and indicating you to rise. you follow her gesture, lifting yourself up before dropping back down against the strap. the pleasure making your stomach twist sinfully.

"there we go," she approves, her hands climbing up towards the neckline of your gown. her nails dig underneath the hem her grip pulling the fabric down to reveal your beasts.

she pinches your nipples hard, circling the pads of her fingers over the buds as you bounce on her strap. the sound of your squelching pussy like music to her ears. she starts moaning sweetly, humming and purring with approval. your cheeks burns, your hands resting against her shoulders for support. "my queen~" you meekly state, "w-what if-ahh...what if someone enters-uh-enters the throne room-..."

she pinches your tender nipples, making you hiss in response. the nonchalant expression on her face an indicator how little she cares. she hooks her fingers underneath your jaw, dragging you towards her mouth where she snags your bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles gently.

"so, you better cum before anyone shows up..." she responds with a lick inside your mouth, and before you know it she's deepening the kiss.

you move feverishly, bouncing up and down her length before the guards return from their patrol. you don't know how many minutes go by until you feel the snap in your belly, until your shuddering against her body as you moan loudly with relief.

her hands gently caress your spine, your hot breath against her neck as you come down from the orgasm. when you stand on your feet thinking that she's been satisfied, your shocked when you feel her weight push you onto the throne. your forearms rest against the plush cushion, your legs standing on the bottom step. "your majesty, please," you sigh, "the guards will be back...ohhh..."

the head of her strap pushes against your sopping folds from behind you, her hands firmly grab your hips as she starts thrusting from the back. your cheek falls against the cushion, your mouth partially open as small dribble of saliva falls from your lips and taints the queen's regal robe. the sound of skin slapping skin is loud and lewd. your body so pliable underneath her. you bite back a scream when you feel one of her hands reach for your clit, her fingers rubbing over it harshly as she squeezes the back of your nightgown to keep you in place. your brain and body go numb, a shiver ingsensation trickling up your thighs when you feel the pressure build far tighter in your lower belly. you choke out a sob, your vision going white when you cum harder this time. yuki pulls out, your slick sticking against your quivering thighs. when you manage to find the strength to look at her, she cups your cheek in her palm, and carefully leans down to kiss you sweetly on your lips.

"go back to your room," she commands, leaving you to journey the track back all on your own in your entirely fucked out state.

your so dazed, it makes you think that she wants you to get caught like this.

that she wants everyone in the palace to know that you are her dirty little secret.

[tribalauthor]

Needy Chief

(roman and y/n one-shot)

warnings: 18+, oral sex, unprotected sex, harsh sex, masturbation, edging, unconsciousness (kinda)

word count: 4k

Summary: Roman makes Y/N jealous and she decides to punish the Tribal Chief but does she succeed?

A/N: okay, this is my first one-shot and I hope yall like it :), error warning

gif by me

I am pacing around my room with the tip of my index finger in my mouth, biting it, barely being able to find a place and keep my sanity. Just a woman all prepared for her man- washed, shaved, moisturized and dressed up with his favorite red lacy lingerie since red is his favourite color and a short black kimono on the top because I feel cold from hatred.

But why am I pacing? Not because I'm nervous of my man who happens to be the face of whole sports entertainment, undisputed WWE champion for over 3 years and counting, people know him as the Tribal Chief, the Head of the Table, Roman Reigns. Nor the fact that the man in question is the most attractive man to walk on this planet, undisputed.

No. It's not that. I'm way over this. The problem is that he has an appearance on Smackdown tonight hence I made a plan to surprise him afterwards. I was getting all prepared and everything since I want to be perfect for him - to look good, to smell good, to taste good.

And what happens? I turn the show on the TV and there is him getting out of his black Jeep with his wise man. The WWE reporter, Kayla - that little woman with her perfect curls and pretty face anticipating with the mic in her hands. Then you have my man, Roman, getting out of the car after the wise man.

"What's going on tonight, Roman?" - Kayla asks. "Who will have the opportunity to face you next?"

And then he replied:

"You still seem not to get the things around here, babygirl. You don't "have" the opportunity to face me. You "win" this opportunity."

That's when I completely froze up.

He dared to call another woman "babygirl"? In front of me? In front of live television?

"He is so dead when he comes back" I thought and I'm still thinking it. I was thinking of making a great scandal but that's old, you feel me?

Men are not really affected when you scream at them and tell them how upest they made you. They can easily manipulate you and make you feel guilty about "overreacting" and yet again "being too emotional".

So I tossed this thought away and came up with a better plan.

I am gonna make Roman beg for me.

I brushed my hair and decided to put on a body oil on my skin with vanilla scent because Roman goes crazy when he smells vanilla. CRAZY.

I looked at my reflection on the wardrobe mirror which was next to the bed.

I'm gonna make him weak.

I heard the door downstairs unlocking and I quickly laid on the bed seductively, yet casually while changing the TV channel. I don't want him to see that I've been watching Smackdown.

I felt that he is entering in the bedroom but I pretended that I'm not seeing him and being too caught up with the random programme I put on.

"Hey, babe." he said softly with his deep, clear voice.

I turned to him and he had his long hair down. Oh, he knows I go weak over his natural, black, curly hair. He is wearing his usual black "Acknowledge me" tank top and black sweatpants. We'll see who will acknowledge who.

"Hey." I replied, unbothered.

He licked his lips while grinning. I think he is realizing that I'm all ready to be haunted by him but I'm gonna let him know who is the boss tonight or must I say the tribal chief.

"Why are you mad?" he laid next to me and started placing kisses on my cheeks coming down to my neck. His beard tickling my skin. "I tried not to be late. I see you got ready for me". The kisses started to become wet and his low voice got me almost ready.

I felt his big hands on my hips trying to take off my underwear but I stopped him.

"Not so fast" I simply said and he had a confused look on his face, going a bit far from me. "Tonight things will go a little different" I clarified.

"What do you mean different?". He furrowed his eyebrows.

I got up from the bed and slowly took off my kimono.

"Let's play a little game". I suggested and he rolled his eyes.

"Y/N, I am about to rip this pretty ass lingerie with my bare teeth and eat your pussy out like the last meal I'm gonna have in my life. Do you think I'm in the mood for games?" He suddenly got pissed. And I know why. Cause he wants everything to be his way, no questions asked.

"And why do you think you deserve this opportunity...chief?" I cocked my eyebrow. I just pulled a superman punch on him, mentally.

"What do you mean why? You are my girlfriend. The woman of my life...the love of my life." He replied and ran his fingers through his hair. "Babygirl..."

"Ah." I raised my finger. "Don't call me that. I thought Kayla was the babygirl."

Roman then got the look of realisation.

"Come on, Y/N...is this what you are mad about? Please." He reacted as if it's nothing. "I don't really mean it, you know?"

"Aha. And what if I call another man daddy?" I asked and crossed my arms which made my boobs pop out even more.

"I'm gonna beat the living shit out of him then show you who the real daddy is." Roman replied immediately with a not so slight growl in his voice.

"Well now..." I crawled on the bed to him and made him lean back. Then I put myself on his crotch. "I'm gonna show you who the real babygirl is".

I felt his hands on my ass but I removed them.

"No touching game"

"What do you mean no touching?" He slightly got up but I pushed him down again.

"Tribal chief can't take his punishment?" He looked me deep in the eyes and swallowed loudly. "I'm gonna stay up here and I'm gonna have fun with you but you are not allowed to touch me".

I got closer to his face.

"If you lay your hands on me, - I whisprered - I'm gonna go over there on the couch and I'm gonna touch myself, making you watch without being able to touch me and taste me, you understand?"

He gave me no answer, he just let out a growl, the exact beast low growl he does during mid match when he gets angry at his opponent.

I left a small peck on his lips just to tease him even more, then another one and on the third one he attacked my lips or more precisely, my tongue which made me separate from his face.

"Ay, you are so impatient, Roman." I scolded him and licked my lips.

"You make me this way". He said through his teeth and I giggled while taking his tank top off, exposing his beautiful upper body - the muscles and the magnificent tribal tattoo which made him even hotter.

I started leaving slow and wet kisses on his chest all down to his stomach. His breaths were getting heavier and heavier. I can feel how much he wants to touch me but he had his hands squeezing the sheets. I started licking his abs and took a look at his face. He had his lips pressed and eyes close shut.

I couldn't help but smirk and put my ass on his lap again, slowly started grinding.

"Don't". He hissed putting his hands on his head.

"Aw". I pouted and leaned to his face again.

"Daddy can't take it?" I asked and then brushed my lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss but Roman swiftly turned it to a very aggressive one. It almost felt like he would swallow my whole mouth and tongue. That's what I call a kiss of desparation.

Not to mention that I felt a big bulge beneath me. Now I awoke the true beast. I started grinding even more but problem is I am getting wet, too.

"Those sweatpants ain't thick enough for me to not notice you are getting seriously wet." He said through the kisses.

"I think you should worry about your boner, baby, cause that shit must hurt." I whispered against his mouth with a big smirk on my face.

"Also, I can always do this". I ripped my tong off with a bare hand and I slid myself like a snowboard on his abs and left a wet trail.

The look on his face was just priceless. It was mixed with shock, joy and anger. I can't really explain it.

I got beside him, taking off his sweatpants which were about to rip off from his own dick and now he is only left with his red boxers which may also rip off in a while.

He couldn't help but grab me by my hips and put me on him.

"Ah. I think you just broke the rule, Roman. No touching." I tsked and shook my head. "You know what this means."

I got away from him and turned my bare ass around walking to the couch taking off my bra, slowly, leaving myself completely naked.

I sat down on the couch, spreading my legs, just right in front of his eyes.

I licked my fingers slowly and seductively and put them on my clit.

Roman's POV:

If she continues going around like this, I'm gonna fuck her until she literally becomes unconscious and I mean it.

This woman knows how to play with me and I mean it in every single way.

I can handle anything. I'm a big man. You can put me against 2, 3, 4, 5 men and can handle the beating, no problem but I can't handle Y/N and her beautiful naked body standing in front of me and I'm not allowed to do anything.

That's something I can't survive and I don't know until when I am gonna stand like this and not enter in her like a drill in wood.

Her standing over there, looking at me with her hungry yet innocent eyes, playing with her pussy which was obviously crying for me. Her little fingers getting in and out. Her sexy moans getting inside my head.

"I'm just not gonna watch." I laid back looking at the white ceiling.

She started moaning louder and heavier and I felt like I'm gonna explode down there. Her moans always make me go insane, ecstatic even.

"When is this game coming to an end, Y/N?" I yelled.

"Whenever I say, daddy." She said through her heavy breaths and after a while she reached her climax, screaming out my name in the most needy tone ever.

Lord, how much I want to jump from that bed and put my dick inside of her tight pussy.

"Y/N, I need you, please. This is not funny" I said through my heavy breaths and then she got up, coming to me.

"Did you just say please?" She grinned sweetly.

She knows. Y/N knows too well how to make a big and strong man like me weak.

She has this effect.

"Yes. Is this what I had to do?" I asked her as if I'm cracking a code.

"Almost." she replied and she licked her fingers not leaving anything for me.

What does she mean by almost?

She got over me yet again. Okay. I guess game is over then. Y/N started taking my boxers off. It's happening.

Y/N's POV:

"Daddy deserves a reward after all he said but we still have work to do." I said while taking his boxers off, and his big beast exposed in front of me, all ready to be inside my holes.

"No touching me." I repeated in the same strict tone.

- What?- he cried out and I immediately started sucking his dick like a kid who just got its favorite lolipop.

I was going on fastly and as deep as I could and judging by his heavy breaths and whimpers, I knew if I don't slow it down, he can cum just like this. I want to show him how easy he is and how little he needs from me to cum. So I slowed it down, got it out of my mouth and licked my lips.

"Please don't stop like this." He whined.

This view is priceless.

Priceless.

A big, tough man like him all desperate for me to continue.

"I'm never gonna leave my daddy unsatisfied but the moment you touch me, I stop and you deal with this yourself." I warned him.

"Tie me up, at this point." He yelled.

I shook my head.

"Let's really test your limits, Roman." I licked my lips and then went back to business, changing the tactic. I started licking...slowly.

- At this point.- he talked to his heavy breaths.- I'm not gonna talk...to any other woman. Nah. I ain't gonna look at another woman. If you are gonna punish me like this.- his usual deep voice was crying out of desparation. I almost can't even recognise him. He is so given up.

I couldn't help but grin and then take as much as I could in my mouth, although tears were forming in my eyes and I will choke after a while.

He hissed.

Then I started going at my pace at first, more swiftly. I took a look at his face.

He is so sweaty from the head to the upper body, his hair is all messy, such a look of desparation and neediness. I felt my pussy throbbing and soaking from this view alone.

"Please, Y/N.- he cried out.- How much more do you need me to beg you? I need you!" He sounded so helpless.

Okay. Mission is accomplished. I think he learned his lesson.

I did a few more ups and downs and there we go. His dick exploded in my mouth like those hard candies with a liquid filling. In this case, a very, very hard big ass candy with extra, extra filling.

This mixed with his grunts is a whole another experience.

And I swallowed it all like a champ. Like an athlete swallows his protein shake right after workout.

I got up in a sitting position. My hair was all messed up and I felt a lil bit of sperm around my mouth and I immediately licked it. My breathing was heavy as well cause god damn, my man's tool is not small. It takes a lot of work.

Problem is I need him inside of me. Now. I am also a needy bitch.

"I had no idea the chief is so needy." I finally spoke with a taunting tone.

Roman was still coming to his senses. I think he doesn't know where he is. Honestly, he looks beautiful. I got close to his face. I slightly fixed his messy hair which got even curlier and placed a kiss on his sweaty forehead.

His breathing calmed down and he opened his eyes. He doesn't look cute now. No. He looks scary even.

My expression suddenly changed and was about to get off him but he caught me and swiftly changed the positions, slamming me onto the bed and now I'm under him.

"Are you done, princess? Are you done playing with your daddy now?" He asked with a low tone yet scolding one. Also the look on his face was very hungry yet frightening. "You think you tired me? No." He shook his head and caught my cheeks with his one hand. "You think you can play with me like a toy and then leave the things like this?" he asked me and shook his head again.

"Spread your legs." He ordered to me but I sat still. I am still shocked by the sudden change in him.

Okay I thought I got him for a minute but I swear to God, that's a beast and I can't tame him for long.

I swallowed loudly.

"Spread your beautiful legs for me." He repeated but it was in a slightly softer tone. I did it this time and he stared down at my pussy.

Roman smirked and licked his lips as if he is ready to devour a delicious meal.

"Look at it. It's crying out for me" He chuckled. "So ready to be eaten up by me" He growled going down on me and then he licked it in a really slow motion then kissed it.

A desperate moan left my mouth.

He suddenly came close to my face.

"You know, I'm a generous tribal chief, Y/N. If I was a brat like you, I would also think of a silly little game but my will to devour every single part of your body is stronger, so I'm not responsible for what it's coming. You brought this upon yourself."

My heart started beating as if it's gonna jump out of my body and I felt new juices forming in my core.

"Don't give me this scared look now." Roman smiled running his thumb over my chin. "There is nothing to be scared of. Daddy just wants his princess to acknowledge him and to make her feel good. Do I want too much?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"N-no." I stuttered.

He started kissing me. We exchanged some passionate, tongue kisses then he went down on me again.

I was making fun of him earlier that I can make him cum fast but same thing goes for me, I fear. And he is going slow, still. Enjoying every bit of my womanhood.

"Please, faster". I said through my heavy breaths, feeling the sweat forming on my forehead.

Not only he didn't go faster, he stopped, looked at me with this devilish look he always does before he came up with something mischievous, which typically doesn't end well.

"Now when you order your favorite meal, do you eat it at one go or you take your time to enjoy it?" Is he eating me out or we are having a discourse lecture?

"I eat everything in a blink of an eye and you damn know it." I replied with annoyance.

"Well, I'm the opposite type, so please, after the hell you just put me through, I deserve to enjoy my meal...slowly." He said and went back to his doing.

A helpless moan escaped my lips.

Why is he like this?

The leisure motions of his tongue were driving my body nuts, just like a time bomb. However time bombs in movies usually have seconds left until they explode but not in my case. I will explode when the tribal chief says so, I fear.

He started placing kisses on it then even slightly sucking on my clit.

"Please." I cried out. Literal tears started forming in my eyes from the frustration and desperation, forming in my whole body. "Please, Roman, faster".

He stopped and looked at me again but he didn't move his face far from my womanhood.

"Funny how the tables have suddenly turned." He literally whispered against my pussy which brought shivers all over it and made me flinch even.

Then he started eating me out fastly, so sudden yet so deeply anticipated by me.

I became a moaning mess again, almost in sync with his motions. I was feeling sweat dripping on my forehead and the tension in my whole body was building up, craving to cum.

I don't need much. I really don't need much. Just a few seconds and I'm gonna-

And there it is. The bomb exploded. I fear that this man may go deaf from my vocal performance tonight.

He placed another few kisses on it and of course, licked me all dry. "There we go, baby." He chuckled and while I was coming back to my senses, until I realize, I got positioned on four legs with Roman behind me and in front of the mirror.

He got inside of me as a thief in a house. However, thiefs get inside in a quiet, cautious way. Roman's stroke wasn't any of that.

Although, I was wide and ready for his dick, I still felt a bit of pain mixed with pleasure and fulfillment because we were both waiting for that exact feeling of our bodies colliding.

Our bodies, so needy of one another, that exact drug-like feeling which you can never get enough of.

The room got filled with my moans and his grunts.

"I want you to take a good look at the mirror, princess, and see, how good daddy makes you feel. Take a look at this hot view". He said through his heavy breaths yet he still sounded so dominant.

The view is really out of this world. We look like a hot mess.

"Same goes for you, bae". I smirked and then whimpered from his strokes which were gradually becoming faster and faster. "I want you to see that no other woman will fit you as I do"

"When did I say this?" he asked through his teeth and the strokes became so deep that I almost felt his dick up in my stomach, which of course, led my breath to choke and tears form in my eyes. "Huh, tell me babygirl". Roman insisted while not slowing at all. His expression was so angry but I know he is having the time of his life.

"Never but-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence because my body reached yet another orgasm and I felt that warm feeling of his sperm filling my insides.

We both came in unison. Roman let out some moans of conquerness. He finally got what he wanted.

My moans were frail...shaky. I feel like I got no more voice to let out and will go mute if he continues to fuck me sensless.

He grabbed me and slammed my back on the bed while him being over me.

Eye to eye.

"Sorry, babygirl, so rude of me to interrupt you. What were you saying?" Roman smirked. That damn smirk which never fails to drive me crazy.

"I-" and I was interrupted again by his dick getting inside of me but this time it was in a slower motion.

"I deeply apologize once again" He emphasized on "deeply" as he went deeper. "You were saying"

"Huh?" I had no idea what he is talking at this point. Roman let out one of his deep chuckles. "I asked you when did I say that another woman can fit me"- he repeated his question.

"You did not say it with words but-" He started going faster but not too fast. However it was enough for me to cut my breaths.

"Use your words, Y/N" He is enjoying this way too much. "You were very talkative while you were explaining the rules of your game. What happened now, huh?" He was talking with this victorious tone...he knows he took the control once again.

"You said it with action" My voice was all raspy and I tried to sound clear but the situation wasn't allowing me at all, so I sounded more like a powerless human being.

"I see" he went fast once again. I digged my nails into his sweaty, half tatooed back. It will probably leave red marks but he just loves this shit.

Then he attacked my lips in a deep, passionate kiss but there was a nuance of anger. Our tongues were in a battle, exchanging moans and grunts.

I felt that I'm gonna pass out really, really soon due to the fact that I was seeing stars with my eyes closed.

"Look at me, Y/N" Roman stopped kissing me and I tried to open my eyes. That damn man still looks fresh as hell like he can go for few hours yet I probably look like I'm gonna leave this world sooner than you think. "You think I'd do that for another woman, huh?"

"No." I officially lost my voice because I barely said this.

The moment we reached our climax, I was letting out mute moans. Yes, MUTE MOANS. There was literally no voice and no power left in me. I feel all numb and powerless.

"Good". Roman spoke through his heavy breaths. After he fully nutted in me for the second time, he got out of me.

Then I felt him laying a kiss on my sweaty forehead.

"I love you and you only, Y/N. I said with words and actions"

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinktober (12)- Non-Bed Surface

Professor Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: You stay behind after class to have some alone time with your professor

Warnings/Tags: Professor Wanda/Student Reader, Desk Sex, Praise, Oral sex, Fingering, Dirty Talk

Kinktober Masterlist

“And that will be all for today,” Miss Maximoff says, “You can go now, enjoy the break.” The classroom almost erupts into cheers as students start to pile out of the classroom, the last lesson of the term finally over. As everyone else rushed to leave the school, you slowly packed your things away, gaze flickering up to the woman who was leaning against her desk, green eyes fixated on you.

“What are you going to do during your break Miss Y/L/N?” Her delicate voice breaks the silence of the room, a smile tugging at your lips as you stare at her for the formalities.

“Well, I hope to spend most of it with my girlfriend,” you say, strolling up to her desk and slotting yourself in front of her, mouth going to her ear, “Preferably spending most of it between her legs.”

“What about on your knees for her?” she rasps out back, hands slithering around your waist as her mouth descends to your neck. “I’m sure she’d love that,” she murmurs before kissing the juncture of your neck, hands pulling your body flush against hers while drifting dangerously low on your back.

“Would she now?” you sigh out back, the feeling of her mouth against your throat, teeth scraping gently clouding your mind with pleasure and arousal.

“Definitely,” her accent wraps around her words adding a slight rasp, the sound creating a throb between your thighs. Her mouth kisses along your jaw before finally reaching your lips, ghosting hers over yours just to tease, “Now come on Detka, on your knees for me.”

Wanda gives you a quick kiss, her mouth moving against yours passionately as your hands hold onto the table next to her before she pulls back. Her hands go to your shoulders, pushing you down softly as you drop to your knees, peering up at her with darkened eyes as you anticipate what’s to come. Her hands tangle in your hair, soothingly scratching your scalp as she watches you hitch up her skirt, mouth parting at the sight of the red lace she was wearing underneath.

“Fuck,” you mutter, the wet patch visible as you lean forward to place a kiss on her clit through the fabric.

“Don’t tease me Detka,” she husks out, voice laced with dominance while her hands tighten in your hair as a warning. You obey her, using your finger to slide her panties to the side so your tongue could run through her folds. “Good girl,” she moans out when she feels your tongue swirl around her clit, fingers holding onto her thighs and slowly inching closer to her core. You alternate between sucking and licking at her clit, revelling in the breathy sighs and small whimpers that escape her, the loud moan that's ripped from the back of her throat when you thrust two fingers into her effortlessly. “Yes baby,” she groans out when you curl your fingers inside her at just the right time, now pumping them into her at a steady pace. You can feel her walls clenching around you and how her hips try and buck slightly towards your face, her hands tightening their grip on your hair as her orgasm nears. You suck harder on her clit, a hand leaving your hair to clamp over her mouth as she moans your name. Her body tenses and legs tremble slightly as her orgasm washes over her, your name falling from her lips like a prayer as she tries to quieten herself.

“Come here,” she pants out, hand going to your throat and pulling you to your feet before crashing her lips to yours. You slide your fingers out of her, a groan escaping her lips, and pull back from the kiss to slide them into your mouth. You moan loudly at the taste of her arousal and cum on your fingers, eyes trained on her lust-filled ones as your cheeks hollow around your digits. “Fuck, do you have any idea what you do to me?” she murmurs, mouth going back to yours for another passionate kiss. Her hands go to your waist, turning you two so you are pinned against the desk before lifting you onto the wooden surface.

“Wanda,” you moan out as she swipes everything off her desk, not bothered by the mess created, and roughly pushes you onto your back. Her body towers over you as she stands in between your legs, hand resting on your throat gently. Wanda knew you loved it rough and decided today would be the day she made your fantasy of being fucked on her desk come true.

“You want me to fuck you like this Detka?” she purrs, tightening her hold on your neck making your eyes roll back slightly. “You want me to fuck you here on my desk?”

“Please,” you whimper out, her hand moving to unfasten your jeans so she can slide her hand into your panties. “God,” you groan out when she slides two fingers into you, her other hand bracing her body above yours so she can watch you come undone beneath her. Her fingers are relentless as she fucks you, your mind fogged with pleasure as all you can feel is the way her fingers move inside you, the dirty words she’s whispering to you.

Your hands grip her forearm as you feel your orgasm building rapidly, leaving small crescent shapes from your nails. Her name and moans tumble out of your mouth, her thumb circling your clit as she pumps her fingers in and out of you in a way that has you seeing stars.

“Come for me Detka,” her sultry tone sends you straight into your orgasm, lewd noises filling the room as she fucks you through your first and straight into a second. Your legs shake on the desk, mouth parted in a silent scream as you try and come down from the high of your two orgasms, your breathing laboured as you look up at her face. “Such a good girl for me,” she whispers, kissing you softly and guiding you to sit on the edge of her desk. Wanda mirrors your earlier actions, cleaning her fingers off with her mouth and making you watch, a low groan escaping you, and moves to wrap her arms around your body.

You lean into the embrace, moving your head so it is rested against her chest but still looking at her as you snake your arms around her waist.

“How about we go back to home,” she whispers, looking at you with a smirk that contrasts the soft look in her eyes, “And you can make a start on your holiday plans.”

[1hot-mess-express1]

Changes

(Toji X Reader)

Synopsis: Toji gets a new job and looks hot in a suit

CW: (thinking about) Oral (male receiving), (role play) boss/employee dynamics, language (obvs it's Toji)

AN: This is still pretty short (1.1K) but I'm working my way up to longer fics, definitely haven't written smut in ages so I kind of chickened out there at the end haha

Convincing Toji to settle down and get a ‘real’ job went about as well as one would imagine. He was all teeth and mean comments about how you’d miss the money, how you’d fall out of shape, even going as far as to say that he needs time away from you on jobs for your relationship to work out—but you know Toji, he didn’t mean any of that. He’s just slow to change, no matter what that change is, but especially if that change is someone else’s idea, even you, his sweet, beautiful, second chance at life, the calm after the storm. 

Just as you were about to give up hope on pulling Toji out of his dangerous career, you heard his heavy footsteps descending the stairs of your home. His muttered words were barely audible but hinted at a brewing storm. You wiped your hands on your apron, wondering what possibly could have him this riled up so late into your evening. Maybe Shiu called him for another extended job that would have him away from home for a few weeks. You step into your living room with bated breath, praying that you’re wrong, hoping that you can play house with him for a bit longer before you’re reminded of what your husband really does for work. What you saw there was nothing short of astonishing. 

Toji stands in the middle of your shared living room, trying to button the cuffs of his button-down shirt. His large hands slip away from the too-small buttons, turning the task into a nightmare as he groans, eyebrows knit, and jaw clenches. You think for a moment that he must not have detected your presence as he continues to struggle and swear under his breath until he pulls you from your thoughts. 

“Ya just gonna sit there staring at me, or are ya gonna come help me with this stupid fucking shirt,” he turns to face you, and you see a light blush dusting the tips of his cheeks as he drops moves a hand to run through his hair, avoiding your gaze. 

He has an expensive black suit jacket over the light button-down, slacks, and matching dress shoes. His unruly mop of hair looks like it’s been pushed back a bit to look more professional. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Toji in anything this nice before, not even at your wedding; he insisted on wearing jeans and sneakers (mostly cause you wouldn’t let him go shoeless-- yes, that too was a fight). 

He must have noticed your gawking cause he snaps at you again, “Hey! Woman, come put those tiny fingers to good use for once,” the corner of his lips pull into a devilish smirk, and suddenly your face is heating up at the realization that he caught you gawking. 

“Y-yeah, sorry,” you say, making your way to stand in front of him. Staring intently at the tiny opalescent buttons on his wrist, you try desperately to avoid his burning eyes, which are burning holes into the back of your head. 

Your delicate fingers slip the pretty button into its home as your eyes start to linger, raking over his built thighs, noting how the fabric clings deliciously to the well-built muscle there. Fuck, if you’re really looking, just under the simple leather belt, you can see the shape of his fat cock through the light fabric. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips as your mouth goes dry. Daring a glance upward, you can see how the fabric of his dress shirt pulls slightly as if his chest barely fits in the damn thing; the well-fit blazer only makes his shoulders look impossibly bigger.

“Hey, I’ve got two hands, airhead,” he chuckles breathly into your ear, causing the hairs on your neck to stand straight up as he moves to gently kiss your temple. 

“S-so uh, what’s with the outfit?” you curse yourself momentarily for letting him know how much he affects you; even after all these years, he still makes your body react with the simplest touch. 

You feel his body freeze for a moment at the side of your head before speaking, “Oh uh, Shiu got me a job; I’ll be security at one of those upscale clubs downtown,” he buries his face into the side of your hair mumbling his words into it, “Why? You don’t like it, doll?”

After fastening the second button, your arms wrap gently around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, “No, I love it actually, just a little surprised, is all.” Your fingers begin to card through the hair at the nape of his neck, causing goose flesh to rise as Toji wraps his arms around your midsection, pulling you closer to him. 

“Tell me how much you love it, beautiful,” he whispers into your ear. His fingers play with the tie of your apron as his other hand snakes under your shirt, and warm hands trace circles in the small of your back. 

A shiver runs through your spine before you speak, “You look handsome, honey. Like some executive business prick…definitely the type of guy to fuck around with his secretary.” You can hear him chuckle as he moves to place open-mouth kisses under your ear, enjoying the way you start to fidget within his grasp. 

“Keep going, baby.”

You let out an audible gasp when he nibbles on your ear lobe, hand moving down to caress the fat of your ass under your pants. “You look so big in that suit, Toji, like a strong, respectable businessman.” You let out a breathy laugh at the last part as Toji places his behind your neck, craning down so your noses just barely brush one another. 

“Is that right, doll? Ya wanna be my good little secretary then? Hm?” He bites gently at your bottom lip, pulling your hips in closer so you can feel all of him better. “Ya gonna be a good girl n suck me off under the table? Gotta keep quiet though or everyone in the office will know you got that promotion on your knees” You let out a breathy moan at the thought of having your mouth stuffed full with his cock, drool cascading down the sides of your mouth and staining your pencil skirt as he speaks with employees as if you aren’t below him, gagging, trying desperately to stay quiet. The thought alone has you pressing your thighs together as he moves his hand to trace over the gloss on your bottom lip, smearing the sticky substance around and staring with a predatory gaze at how you part your lips to lick at the tip of his finger before he presses it further into your mouth. You wrap your lips around the digit and stare up at him with those pleading eyes like you were begging to have his dick down your throat. Fuck, he doesn’t think he’s so mad at the change anymore, not when it means he could keep you around his office as a personal stress reliever from now on.

[domxmarvel]

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Pairing: Diuvs crewel x Female!Reader

Prompt:M-Maid

You were a maid for the illustrious fashion designer, Divus Crewel.You were his maid. The best maid he had and his favoritism for you was clear.  Because of that you were often picked on by other workers in his mansion. This occasion,another maid tripped you. She giggled as she walked away. You were on your hands and knees, letting out a sigh.. and then there were heavy footsteps, stopping in front of you.

“Oh, dear. Little puppy, get off the floor, will you? It’s quite unsanitary.” That voice. It was him. Divus Crewel,he reached out his hand for you to take. You stood up,you were soaking wet since you had been carrying a bucket of water when the other woman tripped you. 

"I apologize,I'll clean this up right away"

“Now now, I wouldn’t have you clean up when you were just tripped. You are not at fault here,I’ll send someone else to clean this up” He looks at his watch. “It’s time for your break. Come with me, please.”

"Yes sir" you followed behind him,still self conscious of the water that you were dripping everywhere. He led you to a small room. It was his office. He opened the door for you.

“Please sit. I have some questions.” He sat down as well. He started with the simple ones first. “Now, what were you doing, puppy?”

"The entrance floor was dirty,so I was on my way to clean it"

“And who tripped you?” He asked as if he knew everything that happened in this mansion.

"The new maid,the one with red hair. I don't know why but I don't think she likes me. "You did have one idea,the other maids were always talking about how you had to be Divus' favorite maid. That he always praised you and never once got angry at you. But you didn't want to tell him the reason,it was too embarrassing. He stared at you for a few seconds. He was contemplating his next actions.

“Have other maids treated you this way before?” He wanted to know if this was a recurring problem and if he needed to punish more than one person. His expression did change to a serious one. One you haven’t seen before. You felt like a dog. He was your owner.. your master. The one who kept you in check. Someone you had to listen to.

"No" You lied.

“Hm. I see.” He put his hand under his chin. “Stay here in my office while I attend to this matter.”

"Could I just get changed,I'm starting to get cold" the water in your clothes had become cold and you were shivering. You soon felt something over your shoulders,his coat.

“Ah, yes. Of course you may get changed. My bad, puppy. I should’ve noticed earlier that you were shivering. Here,I'll be back to take you to your room soon” He placed the fur coat he was wearing on top of you. It was incredibly soft. A slight chill went up your spine when he referred to you as ”puppy”.

"Thank you" you weren't sure if you were even supposed to wear his fur coat. Your face turned red,not knowing how to react.

“There. You should be nice and warm now, right?” He asked. His question was a genuine, curious tone. Then he smiled at you. You noticed that his eyes were quite piercing and sharp. No one else was quite like it.

“Yes,but should I really be?”

“Yes.. you can wear my coat. After all, I do call you my favorite.” You blushed even more,you looked up at him,silently asking if he was honest with you. His smile widened to one of amusement. He was aware that his words made you blush.

“Is it a problem.. that I am calling you that?” You just shook your head 

“Good. Little puppy.” He smiled. You were a little taken aback at first, but soon felt a sense of comfort as he spoke to you. The coat was still on you. It was quite comfy and warm. “Now, I am going to go speak to that girl. Please wait here while I do.”  He left and you pulled his coat tightly around your body,you couldn't help but smell it,it smelled just like him. The door closed. You were in his office all by yourself. You couldn’t help but notice how comfy and warm the coat was.. and it had hints of his scent. You weren’t sure what to do next. Should you wait for him.. or should you explore his office a bit. You stayed put,curling your body and covering yourself with his coat. You kept smelling it,his smell was just intoxicating. Wherever he was close to you,you couldn't focus on anything else other than how good he smells. You were obsessed with his smell. Sometimes you'd take one of his shirts when you got laundry duty,making sure to return them before he realized anything was missing. He never noticed his clothes missing,you were careful about returning them without someone seeing you. You were just content in the office, basking in the fact that you had his coat covering you and smelling it every now and then. Half an hour later, you noticed the door opened and he entered. He closed it behind him. His eyes were looking around, looking at you on the other end of the room, before he approached. “Puppy? Are you enjoying my jacket?” 

"Now I understand why you like it so much. It looks good but it's also pretty soft" He smiled at you. He didn’t mind you saying it.

“Oh, but the best part yet is that it smells like me. I am right, aren’t I? You like my scent very much.” He chuckled. He was right. The more you looked at him, the more he was right. Even though you didn’t want to admit it.. you were obsessed with his presence.

"Right" you avoided his eyes for a few seconds "you always smell so good" His nose twitched a little when you said that. You could tell it was quite the compliment to him.

“Aw, how sweet of you, my dear. It warms my heart.” He reached out and placed his hand on the tip of your head. You felt his other arm wrap around you, letting you feel his warmth. His voice was soothing and soft. He made you feel safe. Your back was pressed against him and you couldn’t help but lean into him.

“Little puppy, I have a request to make from you.” He said, looking down at you 

"Of course"

“From now on, my dear puppy, you shall be my personal maid. Just like all the other ones, you are to clean my residence. However, since you are my maid.. you will live here. With me. And you will follow me everywhere I go during the day.” He was serious. He didn’t say it in a mean way or anything. You were just in charge of his everyday needs. He trusted you. He trusted you with his safety. With his life. You nodded,leaning closer to him.He smiled at you. He was quite pleased. He lifted his other arm up, so you were basically hugging him. He started to play with your hair. His fingers slowly went through it and your face went scarlet. “Little puppy.” His voice was so.. intimate. Just hearing it made you shiver.

"Master" you leaned close,moving your head up so your face was close to his

“Good puppy.” You could him. It was sweet and fruity. It was intoxicating.He brought his lips close to your ears and whispered one word “mine.” The word was a command.. but you knew that. You were not to forget who was in charge here.

"Master,if I'm your puppy there's something I want,if I may" You decided to lean into what he wanted and you were so close,his scent filling your nose but you still wanted more.

“Your master is listening. What do you want, my little pup?”

"I want to smell you"

“Oh?” He gave you a slight smirk. He couldn’t believe that you said that. A maid asking to smell her master.. that was the first time he’d heard something like that. “And why do you want to smell me, my dear?”

"Well,if I'm your puppy I should act like one and that includes smelling you" you buried your face in his neck. His scent was absolutely intoxicating and all you could do was breathe it in. You felt his hand go to your hair again. He started to play with it slowly.

“I am flattered. I have never had a puppy who wanted to smell me of all things. What is it about my scent that makes you want to smell me, little pup?”

"May I speak freely?"

“Absolutely. You know that I want you to tell me everything. My ears are yours, little puppy. I am listening.”

"Your smell is absolutely intoxicating and I could stay in your neck for hours just smelling you" His body shivered at your words. He had never heard anything like that. You had become so infatuated with him that you wanted to be closer to him. You wanted to smell him all the time. To feel his presence. He was in awe of you. He took your hand.

“I am surprised. You are the first to ever tell me that. You are truly a good puppy.. an excellent one.” He smiled at you once more. “Do you enjoy being my puppy?” You buried your face in his neck,pressing a kiss against his neck. 

"Maybe I do," He chuckled. It was quite adorable. You were being playful now. You didn’t care. You just did whatever was on your mind.

“Little puppy, that was quite the kiss.” His arm slowly wrapped around you. He brushed your chin with it. “May I ask you a question, my little pup?”

"Of course master" He stayed quiet. His question really mattered to him so much so he didn’t want to mess up the wording. His eyes were dead focused on yours.

“Would you want me to make you mine, entirely? Body and spirit.” His lips moved into a line in a more serious way. It wasn’t a joke. He wasn’t playing with you. He wanted an answer from you. He wanted to make you his.

"I'm already yours,I have been since I first met you" He smiled at you. To him, those words meant the world. He was happy.. happier than he ever was before.

“And I’m going to make sure I claim you as mine, for the rest of our lives.” He slowly brought his lips to yours and planted a kiss on you, with passion and intent. It made your eyes flutter. You held onto him tightly,he pushed you onto the floor. His coat shielding your body from the cold floor. He slowly moved down to your neck, kissing it. His voice became deep and smooth and you could hear his heartbeat accelerating. It was a tender moment, but it was also quite serious. He started to move up your neck and kissed your lips. It wasn’t a playful kiss, it was passionate. Like this was the beginning of something,something new. Something different. Your hands moved to his cheeks and moved up his hair. Never once breaking the kiss.The kiss intensified by the minute. He didn’t want this to end yet. Your body was touching his and he could feel your warmth. His hand went to your neck, running his fingers around it. His other hand was playing through your hair. Finally, he broke it. His eyes were a little closed, and there were a few strands of hair in front of them. “I have waited a long time for this moment.” He sounded serious, but you knew that this was something he wanted. He wanted you. 

[wakasaz]

Becoming Wakasa’s yakuza wife (｡♥‿♥｡) Gosh I just know he enjoys spoiling you in every way. Especially on your honeymoon night (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Ღ Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi x fem!reader

Ღ cw: [n]sfw, 18+, mdni

Ღ an: not proof read

Ღ The wedding was small and intimate. You wore a white dress and Wakasa wore a black suit with a purple tie. The same color as his eyes.

Ღ Wakasa looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on. He couldn’t believe you were finally going to be his wife.

Ღ When he proposed he had taken you back to the first place you two had met. He spent months trying to find the perfect ring but decided to just have one custom made for you as nothing he was seeing in stores was good enough. You always said how much you loved his eyes so the ring is a perfect match to his eye color.

Ღ You cried when you turned around and saw him down on one knee. You didn’t even look at the ring, throwing yourself at him and saying yes over and over as tears ran down your face.

Ღ You and Wakasa exchanged vows that you each wrote. He told you about how much he loved you since the day you met and that he knew you would be the one. You told him he was your best friend and how you love him more than anything and you couldn’t wait to be his wife.

Ღ After exchanging vows and I do’s he pulled you into a heated hiss dipping you in the process. His tongue swiped your bottom lip and you opened your mouth for him. Your fingers found his hair pulling on the multicolor strands causing him to moan into you.

Ღ You and Wakasa couldn’t keep your hands off each other at the reception soon deciding to sneak away while your friends danced.

Ღ Wakasa carried you into the hotel room. Kicking the door shut with his foot. His lips were on you the whole time. Kiss and nipping anywhere he could reach. He sat you on the bed gently before loosening his tie. His lips found yours in a heated kiss and he crawled on top of you deepening the kiss. His hand found the end of your dress sliding up to your panties feeling your wetness. You moaned into him as he started stroking you through the fabric.

Ღ After teasing you for a few minutes he pulls away bringing you with him. His hand finds the zipper on your dress slowly undoing it. Your dress lays at your feet. Wakasa groans seeing you didn’t wear a bra then his lips are on you. He takes one of your buds into his mouth kissing and licking until it hardens. After teasing the right side he switches to the left before kissing down your stomach as he drops to his knees. “I need to taste you” He says against you. He licks up the center of your panties and eats you through them, teasing you. You whine telling him to take them off and he chuckles against you.

Ღ He stands staking his tie off and placing it over your eyes tying it in the back as he guides you to lay on the bed. You go to kick off your heels but he stops you. “They stay on” he mumbles against your lips. All you have on is your panties, garter, and heels. He kisses and licks down your body till he reaches your center. He slowly pulls your white panties off, being careful not to move the garter. He put them in his pocket.

Ღ His is biting your thighs, giving attention everywhere except where you crave him most. He laughs when you impatiently whine and wiggle trying to get it to move. He kisses down your leg until he is at your center where he splits you with his tongue, teasing, licking, and sucking. He eats you like a man starved. His finger finds your center, curling at just right spot before adding a second. Your moaning and crying out his name. You want to take the tie off so you can see him but every time your hand goes to it he smacks it away telling you it stays on. Your hands find his hair where you pull trying to ground yourself. You feel like your release is coming. Wakasa always did know exactly what to do with his tongue. You blame his oral fixation, you swear he has.

Ღ Another flick of his tongue and curl of his fingers and you are releasing all over his face, Screaming his name as you find your bliss. Wakasa swears you taste devine. The best thing he has ever had in his mouth. He continues to lick, overstimulating you. You yank his hair pulling him up to you. His lips are on you in seconds. You can taste yourself on his tongue moaning into the kiss.

Ღ Wakasa strips before he is on you again, entering you slowly. You both moan at the feeling. Your pussy always did squeeze his cock just right. He starts out moving slow so you can adjust before picking up the pace. He is squeezing any skin he can find with his hands, having to be touching you at all times. Your nails scratch down his back pulling a hiss from him.

Ღ It’s not long before you both find your release at the same time, Wakasa filling you up just to pull away and watch it drip from your center. You whine at the loss of contact. He chuckles, removing the tie from your eyes, kissing your lips before flipping you on to your stomach.

Ღ “We’re not even close to done yet, baby.” Yeah, it's going to be a long night.

[ugotcooneycrossed]

you're my kind of woman

kyra cooney-cross x reader

w/c: ~700

you comfort kyra after the world cup third place match

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Standing in the friends and family stands when the final whistle blows hurts.

There’s an air of disappointment circling through- what feels like the entire stadium, and you feel your heart break just a little more when you see your girlfriend plop herself down in the middle of the field.

Her knees are pulled up and her elbow rests on top of them- her hands hiding her face. Your hands grip the rail tighter and you want to almost leap over to run to her.

You decide against it though- instead using your wag privileges, you make your way down to the field, flashing security your little badge. There’s a sea of people you have to try manoeuvre your way through. Swedish player rushing past you excitedly, some screaming happily as they make their way to the change rooms.

You make a mental note to never go to, or eat at IKEA again.

You just manage to poke your head out of the tunnel- and you scan the field, no sight of Kyra. You frown at that and you turn around to try find a quiet place to call her- you know there’s no point, she won’t have her phone until much later but she always does love your voicemails.

Just as you turn and start to walk back-  strong arms wrap you in a hug, tightening around you so you can’t move, a face buries itself into your neck and you feel wet tears start to tickle your neck.

“Hi my stargirl.”

Kyra tighten her holds on you at that, shaking her head.

“Yes- you are, and you’ll always be sweetheart.”

Your hand holds the back of her head- you press a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you so much Kyra- I’m so, so, proud of you.”

She pulls away from the hug- smiling at you softly, eyes crinkling and freckled cheeks pulled upwards.

“I love you so much.”

You pull her into another hug- and her arms wrap around your waist. You stand there for a while, just hugging each other, when a voice interrupts.

“There you are! Kyra come on we need you back.”

Your girlfriend smiles at you apologetically, and you shoo her away with a smile.

“Go- I’ll see you later.”

-

You end up back at your hotel- watching as many clips of the post-match interviews you can. Your heart breaks a little more for the girl’s- especially when you see Kyra crying again.

You grab your phone- pulling up her contact to call her.

Calling ‘Kyra<3'

“Hi baby.”

She answers almost right away- and you hear the girls in the background.

“Hey- almost done?”

“Yeah, nearly- I’ll sneak over to your hotel later.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

-

You’re in bed after dinner- Kyra resting her back against the headboard, you laying in her lap. She’s twirling your hair in between her fingers and only half listens to what your saying.

You know because you stopped talking a while ago- yet she stills nods occasionally as if she is listening. You squeeze her hand to get her attention.

“You okay?”

She shrugs.

“I guess I’m still a little sad.”

You take a moment to think- looking up at her and smiling softly.

“That’s okay. But, remember- I am so proud of you. You played your heart out and it’s going to be alright.”

She smiles again- sliding down to face you in bed. She presses a kiss to your nose and you push her away with a small laugh.

She reaches out to tuck your hair behind you ear- stroking you cheek with her thumb.

“I’m really okay though- I have you, and you’re all I really need.”

“You sap.”

“Yeah, yeah- I’m the sap, sure, not like you don’t wear my shirt every game.”

“-s’cuse you! I’m not the athlete here.”

She giggles a little.

“Oh, I know.”

You narrow your eyes at her and turn the other way- you hear her start to protest at that.

“No- turn back around.”

You do- pressing a kiss to her lips when you do.

“Oh- by the way, we need a new bed- the one back home is from IKEA.”

[sideeve]

omg this is a request, BUT. could you write a fic about bruce wayne and a normal woman who isn't rich at all with some age gap and somehow they broke up. ( bruce throws her out of the house because he thinks she cheated on him and someone sent him photos but they are fake ) and then five years later she has a daughter blablabla cut to the point where they are having angry reuinon hardcore sex thank you take care ilysm <3

⋆୨୧ mistakes were made

→ ⋆୨୧ ;; don’t believe everything you see .

→ 🩰 ;; doggy , hair pulling ( if you’re bald…imagine you with hair ) , reunion s*x , breeding ( he wants another kid 😭 ) , erm…idk , the reader’s skin tone . hair type/color . nor looks are described

“ are you fucking serious? ” bruce rushes at you, phone in hand. “what are you talking about?” he flips the screen, showing a picture of you kissing another. “what—who the fuck is that?”

“we had everything. everything! and you wasted it!” bruce felt betrayed. he had a hard time opening up, let alone being in a relationship. but you didn’t do anything. you didn’t even know the person in the photo.

before you could give your piece, bruce speaks before you. “pack your stuff.” your eyes widen. is he serious? he didn’t even listen to what you had to say.

with all your things packed, you look back at bruce before walking out of the front door.

but it was okay. you can take care of this baby by yourself.

5 years later .

‘you didn’t need bruce.’ you kept telling yourself. but you did. not for you. but for her. you knew bruce would know how to raise her. you didn’t have a clue on how to change her diaper.

you sat on the edge of your bed, running your hands down your face. you can get through this. do it for her. that was your mantra. all for your babygirl.

a light knock from your bedroom door snaps you out of your thoughts. “mommy?” you turn to the door. “come in.” “someone’s at the door.” what? “go to your room.” you command. you’d rather be hurt by whoever is was than her.

looking through the peep hole, you see…bruce? the fuck is he doing here? you step from the door, keeping quiet.

“i know you’re there. just open the door.” bruce speaks. “i just want to meet my daughter.” how did he know? you unlock the door, the chain lock keeping the door cracked. “what are you talking about?”

“just open the door.” his face is stoic and cold as he speaks. you open the door, but standing in front of him, not letting him in. “what are you talking about?”

“my daughter. i have a right to be in her life.” you get closer to him, “no, you lost the right the moment you thought i cheated on you. did you ever think the photo is edited?” as you got closer to him, his arms wrapped around your torso. “bruce, get of—”

“i made a mistake, a big one. i didn’t think it through when i saw the photo and i’m sorry.” you search his eyes for any type of a lie. but there was nothing. absolutely nothing but love.

“i fucking hate you.” you smash your lips onto his, pulling him inside your apartment. “don’t be loud. she’s in her room right now.” you whisper to him as you take him to your room.

the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, bruce pushing you in the bed, quickly removing your clothes. “turn over.” he commands, slapping your thigh. getting on your hands and knees, you feel him striking at your ass then kneading it repeatedly. “b-bruce.” you whimper, you head hanging low.

“pick your head up.” he grips a section of your head, pulling your head back up. “you’re wet, huh?” his two fingers slide up your clothed cunt, teasing you. “bruce, don’t.” you seethed through your teeth. “okay baby.” he kisses down your back, pulling his and your underwear off.

“fuck! i missed this pussy.” he groans, his grip on your hair getting tighter. his thrusts were venomous, filled with lust. maybe anger. “i missed this too.” your arms were beginning to wear out with every thrust he gave you.

suddenly, his grip on your hair loosened, both of his hand now on your hips. he lifted you up a bit, hitting you at a different angle. “bruce.” you cry out. “shhh, our daughter’s in her room, remember?” he teases, chuckling at your withering body.

“i’m gonna cum in you. you want that? huh?” he slaps your ass. “yeah, bruce. fuck!” “i want another. i wanna see you fucking pregnant.” you couldn’t hold it in anymore. your arousal covered both of your lower bodies, making him smirk. “you always came quick.” he taunts. “fuck, pretty girl. i’m not gonna last long.” he bends over, kissing your neck.

your cunt gets warm, his load filling you up. “don’t waste a drop or we’ll have to do this again.” he pulls out of you, stuffing the leaking drops back in. you whine, stilling feeling sore. “i’m not opposed to that.”

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One Love (2)

Hello everyone!

After several requests for Luna, here again. The requests can be found here, here and here. I know I haven’t answered all the suggestions you’ve made, but it gives me more ideas for other stories/chapters so it’s pretty cool right?

Also, I have absolutely not reread what I wrote, apologies if there are mistakes.

Enjoy!

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Lucy was looking at her girlfriend with pride. She was gutted when she learned that her team wasn’t qualified to play the Olympics Games, which was quite understandable. But now in her WAG era, she can’t be anything except proud of her girlfriend. She just has to shoot a glance at Lia to know that she’s proud of her own girlfriend too. Her friendship with her was unexpected to be honest. But when Ona mentioned that she could assist the final of the UEFA National League with the Swiss Woman, Lucy didn’t refuse. She didn’t know personally Lia, but some of her friends did and she always heard good things about her.

And since they had a great time together at Sevilla, Lucy proposed at Lia to watch the game together. They weren’t in the family section, but Lucy is wearing a Spanish jersey with the number 2 and O. Batlle written on the back. She couldn’t be more obvious than that. Lia chooses to be more subtle and was wearing a bracelet with Spanish color and Mariona’s number writing in white.

“She’s looking for you” Lia says to Lucy.

Ona was actually in the pitch, her eyes scanning the crowd. Lucy told her where she will be sat, but it’s difficult to see when the stadium is full like today. Laia Aleixandri came to hug Ona and exchange a few words with her, before starting to look at the crowd too.

“They are so bad at this” Lucy laughs.

“Mario didn’t find me either” Lia smiles.

But it doesn’t really matter, both know that they will find their girlfriends later for the celebration. Ona is disturbed in her research by Aitana, coming to jump on her back and taking her to go to the ceremony and be cover with her gold medals. Another one to add to the Spanish collection.

With a pout on her face, Ona let Aitana take her by the arm, leading her where they’re supposed to be. But Ona turns her head one last time and that’s when she saw her. Her face light up in an almost funny way and Lucy just wave at her. Ona wave back, making a heart with her hands before following Aitana, her heart lighter now.

***

Almost two hours later, Ona can finally go to the room where their family and friends are. She just out of the shower and her hair are still wet from it, but she just wants to see her girlfriend. She thought that now that they both live in Barcelona being away from her will be less difficult. How was she wrong. Being apart from Lucy is harder everyday and she can’t remember how she survived the long-distance relationship at first. Her being in Manchester and Lucy in Barcelona, they were way more apart than together. Even if they managed to have quality time, like the day when Lucy went to see her play, it was hard. And she was missing Lucy a lot.

Lucy’s smiling when she saw Ona and the younger one can’t resist and almost jump in her arms. She saw an edit of her almost crashing in Lucy’s arms at each beginning of games and Lucy teased her a lot about it.

This time, the English woman pick her and squeeze her hard in her arms, lifting her feet off the ground a few centimeters. Ona laughs and put a kiss in her neck, before being putting on the ground again.

“You were amazing. Like always. I’m so proud of you Ona, I swear” mumbles Lucy, stroking Ona’s cheek.

The brunette blushes, unable to keep looking at her girlfriend. Her smile is wide anyway and Lucy has to work on herself not to kiss her like crazy right now. She knows those kinds of kisses will come later, in their hotel room. Or Ona’s hotel room, in which Lucy intends to impose herself tonight.

“I love you” whispers Lucy in Ona’s hear after taking her against her one more time.

Ona looks at her this time, still with her big smile on her face.

“I love you too, Luce. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for one million. Plus, I have my new bestie now.”

Ona follows Lucy gaze on Lia and Mariona, standing a few meters from them, and chuckle lightly. And, because she’s still in her girlfriend’s arms, she lets herself go a little more against Lucy. The dark hair woman kiss her hair softly before releasing her.

“Go say hi to your family, your brother is here and I think he misses you. I’ll try those margaritas. I see you later superstar.”

Ona pouts but let Lucy push her in the right direction. To be honest, she missed her brother, her sister-in-law and her parents too. She went for them under Lucy’s gaze, before the English woman went to the bar.

Lucy let Ona enjoy her night with her teammates and family, even if she knows a lot of them. She’s happy for the Spanish team, a lot of them are her friends too after all. She talks with Jenni with whom she hasn’t had much exchange since her departure for Mexico, but which she is happy to meet again.

She talked with Mariona too, Cata and Aitana. It’s only when she’s talking to Alexia about the new restaurant in their neighborhood that she feels a twist in her stomach.

“You’re not watching your girl, Bronzey?” asks Jenni with a smirk, cutting their conversation.

Frowning, Lucy immediately looks for Ona’s figure in the crowd. She spots her quickly in a corner of the room, talking with someone. Well Lucy wouldn’t have a problem with Ona talking to someone, but this someone having their hand on her girlfriend, it’s something else.

“Who’s this?” she asks Alexia.

The blonde looks in the same direction before answering. She frowns too and it piques Lucy’s curiosity. Usually, Alexia knows everyone, even from afar. No matter who this girl is, she still has a hand on Ona’s shoulder and holds her hand with the second.

The English girl feels her blood bubbling in her veins. She was never jealous before Ona, she was more the kind of girl who can let her girlfriend for a two weeks journey without her. She can’t even imagine this kind of things with Ona. It’s not that she didn’t trust her girlfriend, she knows Ona would never do anything like that. But she didn’t trust the world, who doesn’t seem to be able to resist Ona’s charm.

Lucy’s jaw is tightened when Ona looks up in her direction. But Lucy realizes immediately the look of distress from Ona. She didn’t need more, putting her glass in Jenni’s hands before crossing the room to take her girlfriend back.

“Hola” Lucy says when she’s next to Ona.

She heard them talking in Catalan and thanks to Ona, her Catalan is way better than it was before. Next to her, Ona seems to be relaxing and it’s only now that she’s by her side that Lucy realizes how uncomfortable her girlfriend was.

“Hola mi Vida” Ona smiles, before turning at Lucy’s opponent “Lucy, this is Maria. Maria, you know Lucy?”

Lucy can’t say if it’s because of her burning look, but the named Maria release Ona almost immediately, to their relief. Still keeping her eyes on Maria, Lucy takes Ona by her waist, dragging her against her body. But Ona let her do it, knowing how much Lucy can struggle with her jealousy sometimes.

Lucy learns that this Maria is here because she’s a great friend from Atheana and as Ona and Maria talked, she didn’t let Ona go. Ona’s hand finds their way to Lucy’s back pocket, the English woman smirking at the movement.

Atheana finally comes to take her friend back and If Ona says goodbye, Lucy only responds with a vague gesture of the head. Ona let a sigh of relief go, sticking against Lucy.

“Thanks for coming for me” Ona whispers.

But Lucy only grumbles, still looking at Maria who is now talking to Teresa. She only takes her eyes away from her when Ona kisses her jaw.

“Who was this bitch touching you?”

Ona flinches a little at the question, dragging Lucy’s attention once again. She doesn’t want to hide anything to her though, so she answers with all her sincerity.

“Maria. We… Well, we had a thing, some years ago” Ona confesses, looking carefully at Lucy’s face.

Lucy knows she doesn’t have the right to be jealous, Ona had a life before her, and she knows it. But still. Having her brain picturing her girlfriend with someone else is always something very disturbing for her.

“And why your ex thinks it’s ok to touch you the way she did?” Lucy groans

“I don’t know. I try to escape her grip but when I took a step back, she moved forward by two.” Ona answers, still looking deeply at Lucy, before asking. “Do you maybe want some fresh air?”

“Yes please”

Without waiting a little more, Ona takes Lucy’s hand to drag her outside. It was cold now that the night is well advanced and Ona shivers almost immediately. Lucy sees it, of course, and opens her arms in invitation for her girlfriend. The younger one doesn’t hesitate to stick to Lucy, who then tightens her arms around her, locking her with her in her jacket.

Rocking themselves lightly, Lucy let her lips slide along Ona’s temple. The Spaniard has her face against Lucy neck and really thinks she can fall asleep just like that. She can smell and feel Lucy everywhere and it’s her favorite place to be.

“When was it?” Lucy asks suddenly.

“What?” Ona mumbles almost sleepily, pulling her face out of Lucy’s neck.

“You and this… Maria”

“Oh. It was way before you.”

“Well, I hope so. I’d have to kill her otherwise.”

Ona giggles lightly, kissing her girlfriend softly on her lips. She missed this feeling too, Lucy’s lips are way softer than she expects at first. And she loves it.

“It was before Feli. In like 2018, 2019 I think” answers Ona after the kiss, playing with Lucy’s baby hair on her neck.

“And why didn’t it work with her?”

Her tone was less aggressive now, Lucy being genuinely intrigued by the answer. Ona almost never talks about her past relationships; Lucy isn’t even sure that she can name all of Ona’s exes.

“I don’t really know” Ona answers “We were young and the long-distance relationship wasn’t really for us. At the end we were just fighting for everything, anytime. It was really tiring honestly. She was the one who broke up, but it was definitely better this way.”

Lucy hums, looking at her girlfriend with a thoughtful gaze. Ona didn’t take hers away, her arms still around her neck. But then Lucy seems to come back to herself and tighten her arms around Ona’s waist.

“Well, she had her chance. Now you’re mine.”

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Hours later, Lucy’s watching Ona came back to reality under her, a smirk on her face. They had their personal celebration after the official, Lucy following Ona in her hotel room. They didn’t really ask the permission to be honest, but as soon as the door was close behind them, nothing mattered.

Letting Ona catch her breath again, Lucy kisses slowly her cheeks, her nose, her neck and every part of her face. Soon after she can feel Ona smiling under her lips and that’s the moment when she kisses her lips.

“You okay Princesa?” she whispers against her lips.

“Couldn’t be better” Ona mumbles. “You?”

“More than that” Lucy assures her.

Ona smiles but doesn’t let Lucy gets up from the bed when the English woman try to, wrapping her hands around Lucy’s body. Even under the explanation that she was just going to get them a bottle of water, Ona doesn’t release her.

“I had to live almost a month without you. Don’t hope to take a step without me being less than fifty centimeters from you.”

Lucy laughs, lying again with the Spaniard in her bed. She lets Ona’s hand stroke her body, with much more tenderness and much less eagerness and almost despair than some minutes ago.

They look at each other, each of them in her own head. Ona is thinking about their time together from the beginning, the first time they really talked at Lucy Stanisford’s wedding. How she blushed when she cross Lucy’s eyes an awful number of times during the night, before Lucy came to talk to her. They immediately click together, like to part of the same orange. Lucy was everything she always wished for and she never has been so happy in her life before her.

In Lucy’s head, however…

“I’m going to marry you, one day.”

“What?”

In fact, Ona perfectly understood the words that have just passed Lucy’s lips.

“I’m going to marry you, one day.”

Lucy does not hesitate to repeat herself, without leaving Ona’s face. It’s not a question, rather an information she gives to Ona. The brunette didn’t answer at first, before biting her lips.

“Don’t say that” she whispers.

“Why?” Lucy says, a little louder than Ona “I thought you wanted to get married?”

They had this conversation some weeks ago and Ona confessed her desire to get married with Lucy and having a family with her too. It was something Lucy wanted to too, so Ona’s reaction is a little hard to understand for her at this moment.

“I do” the Spaniard answers, taking one of Lucy’s hands in hers to play with her fingers. “But my abuela always said not to talk about the things we want too often because it attracts the evil eye or bad luck. And what you just said... there’s nothing I want more than that."

Lucy holds back from rolling eyes in front of so much superstition, content to deposit a delicate kiss on the lips of her girlfriend.

"There is no evil eye, no bad luck, no one who will stop us. Don’t worry about that."

It’s hard for Ona not to believe what Lucy just said. Although the words were whispered, there is such a strength of conviction in each of them that Ona cannot doubt it.

"I love you, Ona. I love you so much and I swear I will fight for us every day of my life if I have to. You are my everything, no one will ever take that away from you."

Ona’s crying now, overwhelmed by so much love. She takes Lucy’s face between her hands and kiss her with all the love, the affection and the passion she has for her. She’s not sure that it proves almost the half of all her feelings, but she try.

And she will try maybe a lot of time more this same night.