Well, this image looks oddly familiar⊠đ I know some of their uncles and cousins are actually painters, but yea, I was confused for a second when looking through their post!
Oh wow that's so funny đ If I had seen that in the wild, I wouldn't necessarily have thought anything of the painting motif but the fact that they also picked orange as the vibe def invites the comparison đ
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simon riley with a very american girlfriend who gets very flustered at every british endearment he throws her way.
âyeah, love?â youre a puddle in his lap, even when youâre just telling him about your day. you tuck your chin and bite your lip to hide the embarrassment but heâs always too cognizant of you, tilting your chin up so he can see the look on your face. âlike thaâ?â
âhere ya go, sweetheart.â all heâs really doing is feeding you a bit of pasta but you moan anyways, the sound going straight to his cock. your tongue peaks out to lick the sauce on your bottom lip, giving him doe eyes. âi like when you call me that.â
âalright, cheekyâ he likes calling out your attitude, especially when youâre on your period. knows calling you cheeky will get you to stop talking back as your cheeks warm with a combination of embarrassment and arousal. youâre tucking your face in his neck to hide your feelings as he chuckles, pulling you in further, never letting you go.
shoutout to @peachetteprice whoâs been teaching me british (LOL)đ
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Welcome to the Party
Summary: whatâs worse than your older brother?âŠ..his extremely attractive best friend
an: this Ellie has been living rent fucking free in my head and I absolutely cannot carry on any longer without writing about herâŠ..also my last Ellie fic was sickly sweet I need some mean!Ellie to soothe the burn đ (also credit to @absdoll for writing Ellie as someone who listens to PartyNextDoor?? That is a HUGE reason that inspired me to write this bc that is absolutely so very accurate)
Warnings: SMUT!!! MDNI!!! 18+ ONLY!!, angst!, toxic!Ellie, mean!Ellie, brothersbestfriend!Ellie, Ellie is just all around a piece of shit in this one idk, oral (r!receiving), mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, Usage of the word slut, slight degradation, thereâs a brief scene with reader and Jesse but they arenât flirting I promise Ellie is just delusional, pls lmk if I missed anything!
âPlease honeybee? Itâll only be for a little while. Your father and I will be back before you know it, just in time for you to go back with your friendsâ your mothers voice rang through the phone, her tone gentle and reassuring as she spoke to you.
You exhaled loudly in annoyance, toying with the hem of your sleep shorts as you laid in your bed, a soft pout on your face as you stayed silent for a moment, contemplating your motherâs wish.
âBaby? Are you there?â She tried. You can practically hear the way she bites her lip, chewing on the skin as she awaited your response.
âIâŠ.you do realize that Derek is the oldest sibling, right? Isnât he supposed to be the one making sure Iâm not getting in trouble?â You huff out, still holding out on giving her an answer to her request of you.
You hear her sigh over the line at the mention of your older brother. âI know sweetheartâŠbut your father and I just need you to make sure he doesnât burn the house down while weâre away. Iâm sure itâll only be him and Ellie there anywaysâ she tries assuring you.
But the mention of the girls name has your skin running cold.
It makes you pinch the bridge of your nose, inhaling deeply as you truly try to outweigh your options at hand.
Your brother was a fucking moron, and you knew that the minute he heard your parents were going away for the summer, he jumped at the opportunity to âhouse sitâ. It was almost comedic how clueless he was, your parents knowing your older sibling far too well to know that heâd tear the house down brick by brick unsupervised, especially with his partner in crime there with him.
So it left your poor mother to ask her baby (you), to stay the summer at their house, just to make sure things didnât get too out of hand.
The minute she called and asked you to go down there, your entire summer had changed. All of the plans you made with your friends at university, the trips you were to make with them, all suddenly fizzled out as you were faced with the task to spend the summer with your idiotic brother and his bully of a best friend.
As much as you wanted to say no, tell your parents to figure it out or simply tell your brother he couldnât stay there for his break, you simply couldnât find it in yourself to do that. Your parents were amazing to say the least, and the one time they actually chose to go away for the summer in one of the first times since you were born, youâd feel like an absolute villain to take that away from them.
You let out a low sigh before you finally spoke. âIâll be there momâŠ.you wonât have to worry about anythingâ you assured her, the sound of her sighing in relief putting a gentle smile on your face.
âOh baby you are an angel. Your father and will come home as soon as we can, okay?â She assures you, to which you give a gentle chuckle before you nod.
âHave fun, okay? Tell daddy I said hiâŠI love youâ you mumble out gently through the phone, bidding your goodbye to the woman before you hang up, letting out a loud sigh youâd seemingly been holding from the moment your mother asked you to go back home for the summer.
And as you stared up at your ceiling, you began to really think about it all. How bad could it possibly be?? It wasnât like you were all kids still, there was no way Ellie and your brother would torment you the same way they used to when you were all younger, not when you were all adults in college, right?
Right?
You let out a soft sigh as you drove down the familiar road to your parents house, the street quiet as everyone there had similar situations to your mother and father, empty nesters who had time to get away for the summer.
Pulling into the driveway gives you a bit of relief, as you notice your brother hadnât gotten there yet, which you could only chalk up to him and Ellie waking up entirely too late after a night of partying to get to the house at a decent time.
Some things just never changed do they?
Your brother and Ellie had been friends since elementary school, the two of them glued at the hip for almost as long as you could remember. While you really couldnât stand the two of them, you had to say the perseverance of their friendship was kind of remarkable. You couldnât take their bond away from them, no one could.
One day the house was only filled with your parents and your older sibling, the next thereâs an extra person.
Ellie.
Things were fine in the beginning, the three of you would actually play all together for the most part. Sure, they would tease you and leave you out of certain things, but thatâs what older siblings did. You were no stranger to the little sister treatment.
Things changed when they got to high school though.
The two of them started a year before you obviously, leaving you behind in middle school. Youâd been through it with the transition from elementary to middle school, so you werenât too worried. In fact, having the two of them enrolled before you was comforting in a way. It at least gave you a sense of belonging since you knew at least two people there.
But oh were you wrong.
Because in true teenage boy fashion, who the hell would want their little sister trailing behind them? No your brother and Ellie were far too cool for that, the two of them already the talk of the entire school, everyone wanting to be their friend. It was always like that, the dynamic duo absolutely stealing the hearts of everyone around them. They simply couldnât have you asking for help on where your classes were, or even worse, having you eat lunch with them.
You werenât even given the cold shoulder, they were just outright mean. Your brother wasnât so bad, brushing you off and telling you to go somewhere else.
But Ellie? Oh she was vile.
Sheâd say the meanest things to get you to leave, laughing under her breath whenever youâd pass by, sheâd even go out of her way to make her entire friend group ignore you for a week, pretending you didnât exist at all.
Yeah, high school is when things got really bad.
You have up on keeping the familiar sibling bond you had with your brother rather quickly during your time in high school with him, ignoring the both of them when they were around, only really interacting with him whenever Ellie wasnât with him, which was extremely rare.
Soon, you were going off to university, and you were able to live a life that wasnât in your cool older brotherâs shadow. You were able to be you, and thrive in a way that you really werenât able to before.
You loved college for that.
But now you were back home where it all started, without the protection of mommy and daddy on top of that too.
You groaned softly as you finally brought the last of your things up to your room, sighing softly as you looked around at the familiar space, thinking about just how much time youâd be spending there for the next month and however many weeks.
You were almost done filling your empty drawers with your clothes when you heard the familiar roar of your brotherâs black Jeep pull up the driveway outside, a familiar brunette sat in the passenger seat.
The plan was to steer clear of them entirely while you were all there. You were only there for your moms peace of mind, and you truthfully did not care what Ellie and your brother got up to for the summer, as long as it meant your parents house stayed in tact.
However once youâre finished packing and you decide to make your way downstairs to get a feel for things before they both arrive (or so you thought), you were only met with the sound of your brother and Ellie complaining very loudly as they walk in through the front door.
âI told you I donât know! My dad said it was cool if we crashed here, they didnât mention anything about her being here too.â Derek groans loudly, lugging his suitcase in behind him, unknowing of your presence stood in the very kitchen that he was walking in to.
You turn your head to catch the two of them walking in, your brother sighing in defeat as Ellie groans loudly behind him, throwing her head back in annoyance. âDo you know how much of a fuckinâ cock block sheâs gonna be? I swear to god if she tries to so much as complain about the shit weâre having Iâm gonna-â you watch as your brother jabs his elbow into Ellieâs side, trying to get her to shut up once he spots you in the kitchen.
You roll your eyes as you close the fridge door shut. âItâs nice to see you too Ellieâ you sigh out softly as you turn around, resting your forearms against the island counter top, leaning your hips against the edge as you watch the both of them eye you expectantly, your best guess being they wanted an explanation.
âWhat are you doing here?â Your brother mumbles out awkwardly, arms crossing over his chest as he gives neglects to even greet you properly.
You sigh softly before you shrug. âMom called me and asked me to make sure you guys didnât do anything stupid. Trust me, Iâm just as upset as you are that Iâm hereâ you mumble out, eyes casting downwards as your fingers trace along the pattern of the smooth counter top.
Ellie scoffs softly, mimicking your brotherâs stance as her tattooed arms go to cross over her chest as well. âIs this some kind of sick joke? What are you even supposed to do anyways? Keep us in line or something?â Ellie barks out, obviously annoyed and wounded over the fact that your parents didnât trust her.
You have to hold back a laugh, biting down on your bottom lip as you give her a shrug. âThatâs something you gotta take up with the owner of the house, which unfortunately for you is not my brotherâ you hum out, your tone a tad playful as you give your brother a knowing look before rounding the table.
âYour summer is gonna be fine. In all honesty I couldnât give a single fuck what you two do, just do it without breaking anything.â you explain, your tone softer as you eye Ellie for a moment.
You had to bite back a smirk when you caught a glimpse of their faces. Your brother was shocked with the way you were acting, his eyebrows raised and jaw slightly agape as you made your way upstairs.
Ellie on the other hand? She looked like she wanted to kill someone. Here you were, her best friends little sister, practically granting her entire summer a death sentence by your presence, at least thatâs what it felt like. Her eyebrows were furrowed, nostrils flared, and you swore you could even catch her freckled cheeks growing pink with the anger that bubbled up inside of her.
And to be quite honest? It felt good.
Ellie was being ruthless
While you couldnât say you didnât expect it, you didnât think it would be this bad. You of course knew that theyâd be upset about you being there, but your brotherâs reaction to the entire thing was much closer to what you prepared for than what Ellie was exhibiting. He was confused to say the least, but that didnât mean he was rude to you. It was the same as any other time you and your brother were with each other, you werenât close by any means, but you were his little sister.
Ellie on the other hand? She was like a bat out of hell.
You thought when they first got there, that would be the only time youâd get a taste of Ellieâs annoyance with your presence. You were adults after all, and there was no way sheâd make your entire stay there a living hell, even when you werenât the one that had the bright idea of staying there anyways.
Oh were you wrong.
That same night, you decided to make somewhat of a peace offering. You were honest in your words to them earlier, you didnât have any interest in raining on their parade. Ruining their summer did little to nothing for you, even if they went out of their way to taunt and tease you when you were a kid, you didnât dwell on any of that.
You prided yourself as somewhat of a good cook. You took over meals once you were old enough to stand at the stove without your parents doting over you, begging you to not burn yourself. Once you passed that hurdle, you all came to the realization that you were pretty good in the kitchen. You could even recall certain times where Ellie and your brother would ask you to make something for them, further proving your skills.
So while they were both in the front yard playing basketball, you knew theyâd work up an appetite once they came inside. You took it upon yourself to start working on something with what your parents had in the fridge.
You were far too lost in thought once you got into it, humming softly to yourself as you stirred up what you were working on in a pan. You barely heard your brother and Ellie walk in together, chucking to each other at something Ellie was saying. The two were engulfed in the aroma of your yummy cooking the second they walked in, watching as you worked your way around the kitchen to cook something up for the two of them.
âYou cooked?â Your brother asks curiously, moving to rest his forearms on the island as he watched you.
You hummed softly as you nodded, keeping your eyes on the various pots on the stove. âThere wasnât much in the fridge, so Iâll have to go food shopping tomorrow maybeâŠbut I figured youâd both be hungryâ you finally turn around, giving them both a half smile.
Your brother nodded, seemingly opening his mouth to thank you for the kind gesture, his stomach already grumbling for a taste of whatever it was that you were cooking, all of it smelling ten times better than anything heâd been eating for the past two years at college.
But Ellie was quick to cut him off, eyebrows furrowed as she gave you a death stare so intense, it was a miracle you hadnât keeled over from it alone.
âWeâre going out to eatâ she deadpanned, her tone firm and harsh.
It makes you turn around fully after lowering all the spots on the stove, grabbing the kitchen towel you kept nearby and drying your hands off, your hips resting against the kitchen counter as you watched them.
Your brother frowned as he looked up at Ellie in confusion, the man clearly not have gotten the memo.
âWeâŠare?âŠ.but you were just saying how tired-â He mumbled out softly before Ellie landed a hard jab to his side with her elbow, making your brother quickly shut his mouth, getting her message loud and clear.
Ellie didnât want anything from you.
You inhaled deeply, fighting back the urge to stoop down to her level, no matter how much it stung that she was doing this out of spite, simply over something that was asked of you.
âThatâsâŠthatâs fine. I hope you guys have funâ you gave them a nod and a soft smile before you turned around to continue working on the food that youâd be eating alone.
Ellieâs angry expression softened into a frown when you didnât fight back, fully expecting you blow up and make her seem like the victim whoâs getting her summer ruined by some fucking she-demon or something. But you didnât, you simply bid them a good time and turned around to busy yourself with whatever you were doing.
Your brother frowned as he watched you turn around, already feeling bad for not only leaving you alone for the night, but making you eat alone felt even worse.
But Ellie was already scoffing, mumbling softly to your brother to come upstairs with her so they could get changed and leave so they could get something to eat, her eyes lingering on you angrily as she stomped upstairs like a child.
You spent that night alone, eating your dinner with a glass of wine, showering and watching a movie downstairs, silently hoping the pair would have a change of heart and walk through to spend the night with you, acting as a way to kick off the summer on a better note than it was already starting off on.
But they never did. You ended up doing all of that and more and they still didnât get home. You decided to simply send your brother a quick text letting them know youâd leave the porch light on and to get home safe before you went to bed.
That wasnât the end of Ellieâs little scheme of being terrible to you. No, that was honestly only the beginning.
The second time of her being mean was about a week later. You managed to stay clear of the both of them for a few days, busying yourself with getting the house situated for yours, Ellie and your brothers stay. You got a good amount of things done, groceries, laundry, getting your car through the car wash. You even picked up a dozen bagels from yours and your brotherâs favorite bakery in the city nearby, knowing how much him and Ellie would appreciate them for breakfast, even if you knew sheâd bitch once she knew you bought them.
But once all of those chores were done, you found that youâd started to run out of things to keep you occupied. There was no more laundry to do, no more groceries to buy, nothing more for you to tend to that would keep you away from the house.
You were bored out of your mind.
You sighed softly as you laid in your bed, staring up at your ceiling as you toyed with the hem of your denim shorts. You were contemplating what to do, how to entertain yourself in the confides of your bedroom. It was hard because Ellie and Derek spent almost all of their time in the living room, leaving you to either do things outside of the house, or stay in your room.
It made you sad, because you wouldnât have this problem had you stayed at Uni. You wouldâve been outside with your friends, at parties, restaurants, bars. Anything that there was to offer in the city, youâd be there.
Another huff passed through your lips, your arms moving down to rest against your pillow. You were beginning to get desperate, your mind void of any ideas to keep yourself occupied.
You sat up, looking towards your door for a moment before you looked back down at your hands in your lap, your mind falling deep in thought before you finally let out a sigh. You felt ridiculous, forcing yourself to be a prisoner in your own home for your own comfort. Ellie didnât even fucking live here, this was your parents house and you deserved to walk around as you pleased!
So you finally tossed your legs over the edge of your bed, and opened your door to go downstairs.
The second your room door was open, you could hear Derek and Ellie downstairs, the two of them laughing and shouting at each other. As you walked down the stairs, you could hear the sounds of their video game playing through the speakers, paired with the sound of their fingers harshly clicking down on the buttons of their game controllers.
Video games sounded fun.
You hummed softly as you watched them from the bottom of the stairs for a moment before you walked into the living room, simply watching the two hunched over, completely locked in on their current match.
âDonât fuckinâ push by yourself youâre gonna die. Lemme just heal really quickâ you hear Ellie groan out to your brother.
âIâm good! Iâm good I got thisâ your brothers words follow, a blanket of silence falls between the two of them, only to hear your brother and Ellie groan loudly in unison, followed by Ellie sucking her teeth in annoyance.
âI told you not to fucking-â her words are cut short when she notices you in the corner of her eye, the girl deflating as she slouches back into the couch, her eyes back on the screen.
âGreatâŠâ she mumbles out, which you try your best to ignore before taking a spot on the opposite end of the couch, tucking your legs underneath yourself as you nod towards the tv.
âHow many have you guys won so far?â You hum out softly.
Your brotherâs eyes donât leave the tv screen as he responds, fingers already clicking away at his controller the second Ellie managed to resurrect him in the game. âA good amountâŠespecially when Ellieâs here to save my assâ he grins out, which earns an annoyed sigh from Ellie.
You hum softly as you nod, watching as their characters run around on the split screen, the two of them looting and taking out other players as the number of people in the game grows lower and lower, waiting until the game was almost over.
âCould you guys use a third?â You ask softly after clearing your throat, eyes still glued to the screen as you watch them play.
Derek licks his lips as he continues playing, his eyes quickly shifting over to Ellie for a moment to gauge her reaction to your question before he responds.
You and him would play video games all the time together, and there were even times where all three of you would play together. Sure, theyâd do petty shit like leave your character in the storm to die when you needed help or made sure your controller was close to dying, but theyâd at least let you play from time to time.
However, Ellie was quick to speak up and give you a response.
âNo. Youâre shit at this gameâ Ellie quickly responds, pink tongue sticking out of her mouth as she concentrates on the game.
While you can tell sheâs not joking, her words make your brother chuckle softly as he gives her a gentle nudge. âIâm sure one game is fine? Watching her play will be kind of funny to be honestâ he tried, yet Ellie wouldnât budge.
She shook her head firmly. âNah. Sheâs gonna fuck up our winning streak. Werenât you upstairs anyway? Why did you even come down hereâŠ.go back upâ her eyes finally break away from the screen once the game was finished, looking over at you and nodding her head up towards the stairs.
And while Ellie would sometimes chase you away when she was over, it was always in good fun. Sure she was a dick to you but this?
This was so different.
It makes you choke up a bit, eyes widening at her words before you look at your brother, silently begging for him to defend you from the girls mean words.
But he doesnât, he clears his throat, avoiding your eyes and grabbing his own phone to scroll through it so he wouldnât have to be put into the awkward situation of getting between his sister and his best friend.
It makes you inhale deeply before you silently get up from the couch, slip past the two of them, and make your way back upstairs like Ellie told you to, your throat burning with hot tears as you tried your best to hide them from the pair on the couch.
Your brother finally looked up when you slipped passed the two of them, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he eyed Ellie. âI know sheâs annoying butâŠthat was kind of fucked up manâ he mumbles out softly, his eyes lingering on Ellie for a moment only to watch her shrug, her eyes never leaving the screen.
âShut up. She wouldnât leave unless I was meanâŠâ she mumbled out nonchalantly, which makes your brother sigh softly, turning his head back to the screen and starting another game.
You realized that this wasnât a game. This was Ellie being awful to you for the sole fact that you were staying there and being a âcock blockâ, and in her book? That was more than enough of a reason to take her anger out on you.
It made you take one look at your bedroom when you finally got upstairs, tears in your eyes, when you realized that you had to get quite comfortable there, seeing as youâd be spending far more time locked up than you thought you would have.
You managed to avoid Ellie and your brother for the remainder of the week, for real this time. You had no interest in being around them or spending any time with them, not since Ellie made it very clear that she wanted nothing to do with you, and you were the bane of her very existence.
You decided that they could spend their summer like they wanted to, without you there.
Any time you needed something from downstairs, youâd either go and get it extremely early in the morning or late enough at night so that they wouldnât be there, which was hard sometimes since theyâd spend almost the entire night downstairs, drinking beers and eating snacks until they were too tired to go in anymore.
Tonight was different though.
Because tonight was the first Saturday of the summer, which meant anyone and everyone was looking towards your brother and Ellie for a party to kick things off. You knew theyâd do it of course, but you knew it was actually happening once you could hear the faint noise of the two of them setting up downstairs, paired with the roaring sound of your brothers Jeep pulling in and out of the driveway, making multiple runs to the store for last minutes things for the party.
And your plan for the night? You were going to shower early to avoid any awkward drunk run-ins, take a melatonin, lock your room door, and fall asleep with your noise canceling headphones underneath a mountain of blankets. While it would be nice to let loose and party for a night, you wouldnât dare even ask them if you could attend, already knowing Ellie would have quite the mean words in store if you tried that.
On the bright side, this all meant you were responsible for the clean up in the morning.
You let out a soft sigh as you tugged on a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized t shirt, moving to grab your bottle of melatonin gummies before you moved to sit on the bed, wanting to wind down a bit before bed.
Right as you were about to take your vitamin and lock your door though, you heard a gentle knock, making you frown as you looked over at it. Surly the party hadnât started yet? Did you seriously have to put a note on your door to alert drunk idiots that your room was off limits for hook ups?
You frowned before calling out. âGo away! There are other rooms!â You called out loud enough, hoping that whoever was on the other side would get the memo.
Instead, you hear the knob turn, the door creaking open as your brother peaks his head in, making you sigh in relief.
âOhâŠI thought you were some idiot party-goerâ you explain as you scrunch your nose at the mere thought of it before you unscrew the top to your bottle. âWhat are you doing here? You have a party to hostâ you explain before you look up at him, only to find his eyes wandering your bedroom before he shrugs.
âWanted to check on youâŠmake sure youâre okayâ he explains before he finally looks down at you, nodding towards the bottle of melatonin in your hand. âGoing to bed already?â He asks, which you nod to.
âYupâŠtrying to get a heard start before the noise sets inâ you hum out softly before you bring one of the gummies to your lips.
Your brother quickly speaks up before you can take it. âYou should come downâŠfor a little bit. Itâll be funâ he quickly gets out before you eat it. He knew the moment you took it, youâd be lulled away to sleep, and there was no chance in him reconciling with you tonight.
Because in all honesty, he felt horrible for the way Ellie had been treating you. Not only did he fear youâd tell your parents (he knew you wouldnât), but he also felt like he was being a shit big brother for not standing up for you, even if he knew that you knew it was a tricky situation since Ellie was his best friend.
Your shoulders slump at his words, giving your brother an unamused look.
âYour friend wouldnât even let me play video games with you. Do you seriously think sheâd allow me to come down tonight l?â You groan out softly before you shake your head, bringing the gummy to your lips once again. âIâm gonna go to bed. I donât have time for either of youâ you sigh softly.
Your eyes widen when your brother steps forward and slaps the gummy from your hand. âWhat the hell Derek??â You shriek out, which only makes him groan in annoyance.
âItâll be fun! And Ellie will be too drunk or high or both to even notice youâre thereâŠâ he whines out like a child, which makes you roll your eyes.
A blanket of silence falls between the both of you as you think about it, weighing out the pros and the cons of going downstairs and joining everyone, risking the chance of Ellie blowing up on you the second she sees you there, assuming youâre attending for the sole purpose of shutting down her fun.
Derek sighs softly as he moves to sit down next to you on your bed. âIâve been a shitty older brotherâŠand you deserve to have fun this summer tooâ he hums out softly before he leans over, nudging your shoulder gently with his.
âCome onâŠitâll be funâ he urges once more, and it reminds you of when you were both kids, your brother slowly turning into the person that you recognized rather than the person he was whenever he was around Ellie or his other friends.
You finally sigh out softly before looking over at him, giving him a slight nod. âIâll change and come down once I hear the music start playingâŠIâm sure that gives her enough time to get her drunk goggles onâ you hum out playfully as you refer to Ellie.
Your brother smiles brightly, his mimicking your own before he nods. âYouâre gonna have funâ he affirms once more before he gets up to leave your bedroom, closing the door behind him so he could get downstairs and finish setting up.
A soft sigh leaves your lips as you look down at your clothes, frowning at the faded band t shirt paired with the frayed ends of your old sleep shorts.
You needed to change.
It wasnât long until you could hear the faint sound of the loud music booming through the house, paired with the various cars that slowly started piling up in your driveway and along the side of the ride in front of your house, the party guests making their way to your place like clockwork.
You had changed into a pair of baggy blue jeans that hung low on your waist, and a simple white tank top hugged your curves in a way that looked like you put in way more effort that you actually did, wanting to keep things comfortable enough that you could slip out of it the second you wanted to dessert the place for the safe haven that was your bedroom.
The party was in fully swing by the time you made your way downstairs, a person filling up everyone single space as music blasted loudly throughout the entire place. You inhaled deeply, slipping past the growing sea of people to get to the kitchen, and get a drink.
Your eyes scanned the space as you stayed leaned up against the counter, red solo cup pressed against your lips as you babysat the mixture of liquid and soda, people watching as everyone around you became acquainted with one another, your drink making you grow warmer and warmer with each passing second.
Like a stroke of luck, you catch an empty spot on the once full couch. It makes you sigh in relief, once again slipping past the bodies in your house to catch it before someone else does, which you thankfully do. You plop down onto it, bringing your cup to your lips as you rest your head against the back of the couch.
You didnât even realize how drunk you were until Jesse, one of your brotherâs old friends plops down next to you with a loud sigh. The second he was next to you, the strong smell of weed was filling up your lungs, you swore you felt the tiniest bit high from the smell alone.
âIf I so much as smell a blunt, your tv is gonna grow legs and start walking awayâ he groaned out, making you stifle a laugh.
The sound catches his attention, the man turning his head to look at you, his hazy expression slowly tugging into a smile.
âNooo way. I remember you! Youâre Derekâs little sisterâ he gasps out, which makes you hold back a laugh before you nod.
âI am in fact his sisterâ you confirm.
To be frankly honest, youâd known Jesse since high school. He was pretty close with Ellie and Derek, he was actually the only one out of the group of gremlins that was actually kind to you whenever they were all around. However he was currently so far gone, he could barely remember that you two already knew each other.
âMaaan I havenât seen you in so long! He didnât tell me youâd be hereâ he chuckles softly, bringing his hands to his face as he groans softly.
âIâmâŠIâm sorry Iâm so high right now. I can barely thinkâ he apologizes, the man visibly melting into the couch as he lets his hands fall down beside him, staring off into space.
You giggle softly as you shake your head, bringing your cup to your lips as you take another sip of your drink. âYouâre fine JesseâŠthe companies niceâ you nod before you rest your head back against the back of the couch, allowing Jesse to carry on with his belligerent complaints.
You were so consumed with Jesseâs rather entertaining word vomit, that you barely noticed a certain someone eyeing you from the other side of the couch.
Ellie had been there the entire time, too high and too drunk (like your brother said sheâd be) to even notice you had taken a spot at the end of the couch. It also didnât help that she had her current summer fling splayed across her lap, her lips pressed to the girls mouth as they practically swallowed each otherâs faces whole.
And she wouldnât have noticed you either, had it not been for the familiar sound of your giggle ringing through her ear, barely audible over the sound of the loud music booming through the house.
At first she thought she was hearing things, ignoring the noise and carrying on with working her tongue against the girlâs against her. However the second time she heard it, it was paired with a low groan that she could only recognize as Jesseâs, and once she heard that? She had no choice but to break her lips away from the girls, instead allowing her to work her lips against her neck.
The image of your head resting against the back of the couch, looking up at Jesse as his face seemingly lays inches away from yours, your eyes twinkling in the dim light of the room, the edge of your solo cup resting against your pouty bottom lip as you listen intently at whatever Jesse is sayingâŠ
Makes Ellie want to punch a fucking hole in the wall.
Because what the fuck is Jesse doing talking to Derekâs little sister? Why the fuck does he think itâs okay to make you laugh that way when everyone knows youâre off limits? The unspoken rule being something everyone had to followâŠ
No matter how pretty you got as you grew up.
Ellie suddenly canât pay any attention to the pretty girl on her lap, her grip on the girls hips tightening with anger as she watches you smile lazily at Jesse, the drink in your cup clearly making you far too soft and pliable to be talking to someone like Jesse.
Thereâs suddenly a fire burning in her, one that begs for you to look up and see what sheâs doing, see that she has a girl on her lap that isnât you. She wants you to see her kissing the girl, gripping her hips and positioning her however she pleases.
Ellie feels the need to make you jealous
But you never do. Ellie watches the both of you for what feels like an eternity, and you donât once look up and lock eyes for her, not even for a second. Sheâs sure youâre obvious to the fact that sheâs even there, far too consumed with whatever the fuck it was that Jesse was telling you, which couldnât be anything good of course, it was Jesse of all people.
The girl on her lap is getting antsy, tugging at the bottom of Ellieâs shirt, slipping her hand underneath it to run along the skin of her hips, lips itching up her skin to get back to Ellieâs mouth, anything to have the attention that has suddenly been locked into something else.
Ellie doesnât budge of course, her stone cold gaze stuck on you across the chair, a few feet away from her as Jesse chats you up,
She doesnât even know why sheâs staring. She canât pin point why seeing you do something as simple as talk to someone else makes her blood boil to the point where she feels fucking light headed. All she knows is that she canât take her eyes off of you, not when your attention is so dead set on someone else.
The girl on Ellieâs neck whines softly, her hand coming up to grip Ellieâs chin, pulling her down to finally lock lips with her. It makes Ellie groan, and to the girl it probably sounded like a groan of approval, a sign that Ellie liked that she was taking what she wanted from her. In reality, it was Ellie being fucking annoyed.
Ellie kisses her hard, trying her best to shut her up and keep her satisfied so she can break away and keep an eye on you.
You sigh softly, lifting your head a bit to turn and look down into your cup, noticing it had become empty in the span of talking to Jesse. While doing that, you realized how drunk you had gotten from the drink you made, a lazy giggle leaving your lips as you shook your head towards Jesse.
âIâmâŠway too drunkâŠI need to go to bedâ you sigh out, resting your hand Jesseâs thigh as you give him a gentle pat. âTry to sober up before you go home if you do end up leavingâŠ.was nice seeing you Jesseâ you smile at him, only receiving a soft groan of agony before he lazily waved you off, making you giggle softly before you got up off the couch, stumbling a bit before making your way around it to go upstairs.
As you round the corner, oblivious to Ellieâs presence, you donât at all notice the way her eyes trail your path even as her lips work angrily against the girl in her lap.
Or the way she breaks the kiss once youâre out of view, pushing the girl off her lap as her legs begin carrying her up to follow you. âIâll be right backâŠâ she mumbles out to the girl, completely ignoring the way she scoffs once she realizes Ellie was following another girl.
She slips past the crowd of people as she trails close behind you, watching as you fail to even realize the way certain eyes follow your path, eyes that donât belong to her, eyes that have filthy thoughts behind them, only fueling her anger further.
Itâs like a shark stalking their prey. Youâre a dumb, innocent little fish with not a care in the world, happily swimming around other little seat creatures as an apex predator slowly sticks onto your tail, following you to your demise. Youâre bouncing around, giggling softly as you stumble over your own feet, so stupid from the liquor you had, youâd barely even noticed Ellie was following you.
Soon, youâre up the stairs and in front of your bedroom door. You reached up, standing on your toes to get to the little key you left on the top of your door after you locked it before going downstairs, ensuring no one would so much as think to use your bed as a hook up station.
You opened it up, sighing softly as you closed it behind you, moving over to your drawer to grab the pajamas you had folded earlier, wanting nothing more to change into them and get some much needed sleep now that the alcohol had settled in and warmed up your entire system.
Ellie hears you humming softly to yourself as she opens up your door. She isnât even entirely sure what her motive is with this, why she felt the need to follow you all the way up to your room, and to on top of that walk in. It wasnât like you were in any sort of danger, you werenât out on the street late at night all alone, or even at a party at a strangers house. You were a smart girl, even going as far as to lock your door before and after leaving to go downstairs.
Not smart enough to lock it before Ellie could come in though.
You frown softly when you hear your door open, fully prepared to start screaming for your brother the second some creep tried to come in to your room.
You donât have to though, because the second you realize that itâs Ellie standing at your door and not some fucking weirdo, you let out a small sigh of relief.
Which quickly turns into panic once you realize that itâs Ellie standing in your doorway.
âEllie? What are you doing here?â You question the girl, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you let out a soft sigh.
You can hear it already, the way Ellie is gearing up to degrade and berate you for even thinking it was okay to come out of your room and down to the party. You mentally prepare yourself for the nasty things sheâll say, for the way sheâll go above and beyond to ensure you never even think to come down and attend another one of hers and your brothers parties ever again.
But she doesnât speak, not immediately at least.
You watch as she crosses her arms over her chest, tattooed forearms making her look all the more intimidating. Her eyes roam your bedroom as she slowly steps in to take in more of the space after she closes your door behind her.
âItâs nice in hereâŠyou shouldâve stayed putâŠwould have worked out better for youâ she hums out, her tone a bit too casual for the bite that her words manage to get out of you.
It makes you sigh softly, bringing your hand up to rub against your forehead before you speak up. âIt was Derekâs idea, okay? And I was barely even down there. I didnât even talk to anyoneâ you explain to the girl.
She raises her eyebrows, green eyes settling on you as she watches you in surprise.
âDidnât talk to anyone hm? Then what the fuck were you doing with Jesse? Huh?â She barks out, the level of her voice making you flinch.
If you were confused before, this has you in shambles. Your frown deepens as your eyebrows furrow, watching the girl before you quickly speak up to defend yourself.
âWith Jesse? Ellie IâŠwe talked for maybe thirty minutes? And all he was telling me was how much he was greening out IâŠare you serious right now??â You shriek out, watching as the girl slowly made her way towards you.
She ignores your explanation. âDo you know how fucking desperate you look? Clinging on to mine and Derekâs friends?â She spits out, her tone growing angrier and more vile with each word she utters.
And sheâs getting closer to you the more she speaks too.
âItâs fuckinâ pathetic. Youâre fucking pathetic. Donât you get tired of this? Isnât this boring to you?â She questions, tone dripping with annoyance and anger as she keeps going, keeps pushing you.
You donât think youâve ever seen her like this. Sheâs fuming with something you donât recognize and it makes your eyes widen, lips parting slightly as you try to find the words to say before they quickly close once she continues on with her nasty words.
Thatâs wide eyed look on your face lights a fire under Ellie that tells her to keep going.
Sheâs right in front of you now, her nose inches away from yours as she lets out an unamused chuckle, a soft smirk on her face.
âYouâre such a fucking slutâŠyou know that? Begging for attention from your brotherâs friendsâŠ.â She hums out softly, her pink tongue slipping out of her mouth to wet her lips slowly. You can barely stop yourself from your eyes shifting down to watch the way she does it, only earning a soft chuckle from the girl.
âDid you go to him because you saw I was busy baby? Is that it?â Her tone is still taunting you, but itâs softer, her voice barely above a whisper.
Suddenly you feel her strong hands snake their way around your waist, pulling you slowly but harshly against her body, making you gasp softly at the sudden and foreign feeling of her body pressed against yours, all of it consuming you too much to even register what it was she was accusing you of.
Her eyes are taking in your features. Your eyes, your nose, your lips, as if she were silently begging you for something you couldnât completely give her, something more.
âIf you wanted me, all you had to do was askâ she sighs out softly.
And itâs like you arenât even there anymore, because once she says that, her lips are pressed against yours in a hot, needy kiss.
Your eyes widened at the feeling of her lips on yours. For a minute you even questioned if you were dreaming, because surly there was no world where this would be happening, one in which Ellie would be kissing you.
You gasped out softly, trying to break away from the girl to ask what exactly it was that she was doing, but she only takes this as an advantage to slip her tongue into your mouth.
The feeling of her wet tongue against yours has you melting, your eyes fluttering shut as suddenly any and all questions and concerns you previously had disappear from your head, the only thought present being how good it felt to have Ellie kissing you.
You finally get a moment to speak when you feel Ellie break the kiss so that her lips could trail down your throat, licking and sucking your skin as her hands grip your hips tightly, fingers rubbing against the exposed skin between the hem of your shirt and the top of your jeans.
âEllieâŠwhat are youâŠâ you manage to get out between moans, enjoying the feeling of the means girls lips against your throat far too much.
âShut upâŠjust shut the fuck upâŠâ her words are muffled against your skin.
You can feel her walking you back towards your bed, allowing her to push you back onto it and crawl over your body once youâre both there. Thatâs when her lips attach themselves back onto yours, her hand coming down to skillfully unbutton your jeans, which gives her a chance to cup your pussy, feeling your arousal soaked panties.
She smirks against your lips, the pads of her fingers pressing against your clothed clit as she gives you a hum of approval.
âWet already? Over one little kiss? God thatâs patheticâŠâ she chuckles out softly as she degrades you for it, which somehow only sends more warmth shooting down your core.
âItâs alright babyâŠIâll take care of you..â she hums softly against your lips before she starts kissing down your body.
Her lips swirl your nipples over the fabric of your tank top, the material growing wet with her saliva. Itâs strange because the feeling is almost more erotic than if she were to do it with your top off. Maybe itâs how eager she is for it? For whatever it was she was planning on doing to you?
You had no idea. But you knew it felt good.
She does this until sheâs settled between your legs, your denim jeans already long gone, her eyes zeroed in on the growing damp spot on your panties. Youâre propped up on your elbows, watching closely as the girl who you were convinced hated you, stares down at your pussy like itâs her last fucking meal.
âYouâre soaked babyâŠfuckâŠâ she sighs out, her tattooed hand coming up to slowly run her index and middle fingers along your slit, the feeling alone making you gasp out before moaning for her.
That makes Ellie smirk, her stormy green eyes flickering up to catch your expressions as her fingers circle your clit slowly. âYeah? You like that donât you pretty girlâŠyou want more?â She questions, her voice so soft and sweet, yet dripping with the urge to tease and humiliate you.
It was so confusing, because you didnât know what it was that you wanted. Youâd grown to view Ellie as someone who disliked you, deeply in fact. You always saw her as a figure of hate and annoyance towards you rather than someone who could ever in their wildest dreams be in this current situation with you.
But it felt so good, it felt so fucking right to have her settled between your legs, her fingers circling your clit slowly, making your head spin, making you feel so dizzy you felt like youâd cry if your aching pussy didnât have some form of attention from her.
âAnswer meâŠâ she practically growls out when you take too long to respond, her dark eyes growing even darker as she awaits your confirmation.
Her tone along breaks you out of your thoughts, and before you can even think all of this through, consider the consequences that will follow a drunk hook up with Ellie?âŠ
Youâre nodding like a fucking bobble head.
âWant it so bad EllieâŠpleaseâŠ.please touch meâ you practically beg, hips bucking for the attention you craved.
You didnât even for a second stop to think what her motives were. Ellie was mean, and she could be really fucking mean when she wanted to. Whoâs to say this wasnât all a sick joke? One that sheâd laugh at hysterically just to get you to say you wanted her, weaponizing the way you begged for her in any instance she could use to keep you in line.
âGood girlâŠrelax babyâŠIâll make you feel real good..â she hums out, her gentle words tugging you away from your intrusive thoughts.
Her fingers tug your panties to the side, an audible groan rumbling from her chest as she finally gets a glimpse as your soaked core.
âFuckinâ look at thatâŠpussyâs practically drooling for me babyâŠJesusâ she sighs out softly.
For a moment, you think sheâs going to leave. Because in the dim light of your bedroom, you watch as she pushes her fingers into her mouth. You watch her with a confused frown as you hear a small click, paired with a gentle buzzing sound.
But once Ellie finally latches her mouth to your pussy, you can feel the foreign feeling of a tiny ball in the middle of her tongue vibrating against your clit.
You donât even have time to fully register what the actual fuck is going on, a loud gasp leaving your mouth as your eyes go wide for a moment before they flutter shut.
Ellie had a vibrating fucking tongue ring
The feeling has you moaning loudly, your head falling back as your back arches, feeding more of your throbbing cunt into Ellieâs mouth, which only makes her moan loudly against your sensitive core.
âFuck! Ellie oh my god! FeelsâŠh-huhâŠ.feels sâgoodâ you gasp out, words broken up with huffs and moans as you struggle to speak.
You want to kick yourself for not noticing it moment ago when she had her tongue playing against yours, the feeling of the smooth ball lapping against the inside of your mouth, only to begging vibrating once she settled her mouth on your pussy.
Sheâs just as fucked out as you are when you finally look down at her, her eyes fluttered shut in what could only be viewed as pure bliss as she licks and sucks your pussy like a woman starved. The image alone makes you reach out and tug a fistful of her hair into your hand, keeping her close as your hips began grinding against her face.
âYeah..rightâŠf-fuckâŠright there Ellie!â You moan out as her hands come up to hold onto your hips, guiding you, urging you to move harder and faster against her mouth.
Begging you to use her.
Your eyes flutter shut as the familiar feeling begins to settle into your lower half, your legs growing numb, hips getting sore as you chase the high that was growing deliciously close every second Ellie worked her skilled tongue on your pussy.
You arenât sure youâve ever felt anything like it. Between Ellieâs fantastic performance with her tongue, and the vibrating tongue ring, your head begins spinning as your orgasm grows closer in an embarrassingly quick amount of time.
âEllie IâŠI canâtâŠyouâre gonnaâŠmake meâŠâ you warn her, your eyebrows furrowed as you stare down at the girl, only to see her giving you an encouraging nod as she suckles your pussy, making sure the little ball on her tongue is working your clit in the most perfect way so that the vibrations can drive you where you need to go.
That alone has you crying out, back arching almost painfully as you cum hard on the girls tongue.
Sensitivity chases soon after, a soft whine leaving your lips as the girl laps up your arousal, tongue ring still buzzing against your tired cunt, making you shy away from the warmth of her mouth.
She chuckles at that, giving your clit one final kiss before she pulls away and reaches into her mouth to click the tiny machine off.
âDid so good for me babyâŠtook everything that I gave youâ she praises you as she crawls up your body, humming softly as her hand comes up to gently hold your face before she kisses you, letting you taste your arousal that lingers on her tongue.
You moan softly into your mouth, head still swirling with a million questions you had for her, all of which she silences with the slow and sensual lapping of her tongue against yours.
She does this as she pushes you back onto your bed, letting you rest against your pillows before she tugs your blanket over both your bodies, her tongue lazily playing with yours as she practically lulls you to sleep with her kisses.
Or so you thought.
Because soon enough, sheâs breaking the kiss, crawling off of your body as she tugs the blankets off of hers. You frown as you sit up a bit, watching as she adjusts her hair and her clothes in your mirror, crouching down a bit before she turns to leave your room without another word.
âIâŠyouâre leaving?â You question softly, confusion and exhaustion laced within your words.
Ellie snorts once she turns around, the back of her hand coming up to wipe away anymore of your juices that might have still lingered on her lips.
âYou thought I was gonna stay with you? Seriously?â She chuckles out softly before she slowly makes her way back to you, leaning down as she gives you a teasing pout.
âMaybe next time princessâŠI have someone waiting for me downstairsâ she winks at you before she swiftly leaves your bedroom, leaving you there with a shocked look settled on your face.
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Request: Skz accidentally finding out one of readerâs kinks⊠could be a drabble or text! <3
oh my godâŠyes. happy birthday to međ
18+ below the cut peeps
all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in anyway represent nor reflect the people in real life :)
â©pairing: hyung line x gn!reader
â©genre(s): smut
â©warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, kinks: hair pulling, spit, choking, humiliation. penetration (not specified what hole. this one is for all the delulus out there)
â©authorâs note: yeah, smut. just nasty smut. mAy have gotten carried away with this. mAy have had some revelations. mAy be chronically down bad for hyunjin after thisâŠand EYE wrote it.
â©part(s): next
chris | hair pulling | 0.9k (955) words
You were laying on the bed next to Chris. You watching the newest installment of the Bridgerton series, and he playing Pokemon Go. Your friends and the boys constantly tease the two of you saying that you act like a couple when really you arenât. Chris gets annoyed, much more than he likes to admit, at the constant allegation. However, you donât pay it any mind. If anything you add fuel to the fire.Â
PingâŠpingâŠping
You groan loudly and press pause on your show.Â
âIf you could be so kind to turn the ringer on your phone off? Iâm trying to watch a sexy scene and your pinging is taking me out the moment!â You say turning your attention to Chris, his eyes still glued to the screen.Â
He just hums in response but makes no move to flip the switch on the side of his phone.Â
PingâŠpingâŠping
He chuckles lowly before swiping the notification up to continue his battle. You crawl over to him and snatch his phone from his hand. It seems you will have to see for yourself just who is blowing up his phone.Â
âY/n give it back!â He reaches over to grab the phone but you turn your whole body away from him, laughing as you curl up tightly trying to read the notifications.Â
âMy my my, who is Aaliyah?â You gasp dramatically. âI miss you so much baby, canât wait âtil I can see you again, need you bad Channieâ You mimic in a high pitched voice.Â
âY/n Iâm serious just give it back!â He growls. It has now turned into a scramble of sorts. You underneath, curled up in a foetal position. Him, on top as he tries to pry your body open to retrieve his phone.Â
Chris accidentally releases his grasp on you and in that moment you roll from underneath him. Planning to escape out of his room, you hastily make a move to climb off the bed.Â
It all happened so quickly. The grab. The noise. The drop of the phone. The awkward silence.Â
In your attempt to flee, Chris had grabbed you by your hair and yanked you back. You could have wailed, could have screamed, but you did neither. No, what you did was far worse.Â
You had released a guttural moan.Â
You. Moaning because Chris pulled your hair.Â
Neither of you dared to speak, nor look each other in the eyes. You were embarrassed to say the least. Your best friend had just discovered that you have a hair pulling kink. He on the other hand took one too many deep breaths to calm himself. He has never heard you make a noise like that before. Much less because of him.Â
âI, ahem- your phone. Iâm sorryâŠyou can have it back.â You say keeping your eyes glued to his bedsheets as you slide the phone over to his leg.Â
You go to retract your hand quickly so that you can go get a glass of water to cool yourself down. He grabs your wrist almost instantaneously. Not letting you get far at all.Â
âLook at me.â He demands. You do as he says, slowly bringing your eyes to meet his. You donât have to look down at his chest to detect the way it rises and falls heavily.Â
He gently runs his hand all the way up your arm, an agenda clearly on his mind. Youâre frozen in place as you feel his hand creep to the nape of your neck, his fingers spreading wide as they make their way into your hair.Â
Without warning, he tugs your head back harshly causing another involuntary moan to fall from your lips. A soft gasp is released from Chris, clearly enjoying the way you react to the action.Â
You guess thatâs how you found yourself in this predicament. Knees no doubt bruising as you take Chrisâ cock repeatedly down the depths of your throat.Â
His hand was embedded deeply into your hair, gripping it tight and using it as a leverage to fuck himself into your mouth.
âFuck~ just like that Y/n. Mm, mâgonna use you as my personal fuck toy. Forget all the other girls I see. Just pull your hair whenever I need you huh? I donât know why I didnât think about it earlier.â Chris says more to himself than to you, releasing a small whine.Â
The picture that this will leave in your mind is sure to be one that will fog your brain for the next couple of months at least. You never really thought about Chris in this way. Perhaps in the beginning stages of your friendship, but it quickly went away when you found out he was a manwhore.Â
Nothing wrong with that of course, you never had any reason to judge him for it. But god if this is what you were missing. You most definitely would not mind being his personal fuck toy. Platonically of courseâŠ
Your eyes are currently watering, as you gag and swallow. Making Chris grip your hair tighter making you moan. That was the breaking point for him as he unloads into your mouth. Not giving you any chance to waste a single drop.Â
He releases his hold on you, slowly pulling out of your mouth before slapping the tip on your cheek a couple times.
You look up at him, your glossed over eyes making him coo at you as he strokes your head softly.
âI hope your head isnât too sore yet, âcause Iâm gonna use it to fuck you back onto my cock, okay?â Chris says with a devilish smile.Â
Forget the sexy scene on television, youâre currently living in the sexiest one of all!
minho | spit | 0.6k (673) words
You and Minho are getting ready for bed after a long day of camping activities. Youâre going back home from Korea tomorrow night so you wanted to spend as much time with your best friend as you could.Â
Even if that meant agreeing to do whatever he says for the last few days you shared together. Surprisingly, it was a lot of fun. You went fishing and caught a fish. You learnt how to build a campfire from scratch. Went kayaking and almost tipped it over. Let Minho spit in your mouthâ
Wait, what?
You shake your head to come back to reality. Minho swirls water around in his mouth before spitting it out into the sink.Â
He wipes his mouth as he looks up at you, your gaze seemingly transfixed onto his mouth.Â
He still tastes the toothpaste in his mouth so he leans back over the sink about to spit, but then he looks up at you. Holding your unwavering gaze.Â
He spits slowly, the saliva descending down into the sink. As it disconnects, he licks his bottom lip smirking at you.
You watched the whole ordeal, obviously. Which explains why you suddenly squeeze your thighs, shifting from one foot to another.Â
âEither Iâm living in a dream right now, or you, Y/n, are simply filthy.â
âHuh?â You say blinking rapidly.Â
âHuh? Huh?â He mocks, walking over to you.Â
What is wrong with you? Snap out of it! That is your best friend, you definitely should not be thinking about him spitting in your mouth as you get pounded by his dick.Â
âI can practically hear your thoughts. That or youâre speaking aloud.â He smirks, now inches away from your face.Â
It seems you finally regain consciousness as your hands claw at the sheets. Minho pummels you from behind at a relentless pace, making you drool.Â
You hear him chuckle, his hand falling beneath your chin to catch any saliva before bringing it up to smear on your mouth.Â
His hand moves to the underside of your jaw, forcing your head back. Your view of him now upside down as he doesnât slow the pace.Â
âAre you gonna admit that youâre a filthy little slut who likes spit?â He teases, smiling down at you.Â
You can only mewl in response, heâs got you going dumb and he certainly enjoys it.
Bringing his hand up to your cheeks, he squeezes gently. Getting you to open your mouth. You do, even going as far to stick your tongue out.Â
âOh look how obedient you are.â He spits into your mouth. His hold on your jaw releases as he moves that hand to cup your chest, hoisting you up so your back, though arched, is against his chest.Â
He fucks up into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your moans fill the tent. Those other poor people are no doubt just trying to enjoy their family camping trip, and here comes the two of you; unapologetically loud as shit.Â
âM-MinhoâŠmâclose.â You whine. He just chuckles in response, stroking that sweet spot inside of you to push you over the edge.Â
It isnât long before youâre quivering on him, your body already becoming limp as your eyes roll into the back of your head reaching that sweet release. Before you can lavish in the feeling, youâre pulled off of him and he guides your head back to his pelvis.Â
âYouâre gonna swallow every last drop I give you mâkay? No spitting this out sweetheart.â Minho says as he moans. Pumping himself faster as he unloads his seed into your mouth which you gladly swallow.Â
He uses the tip of his cock to smear any remnants of his climax on your lips. He smiles down at you, praising you for doing such a good job whilst also saying how dirty you are.Â
This will certainly make your relationship with him all the more questionable. Letâs hope it wonât be the only thing that clouds your mind on the flight home!
changbin | choking | 0.8k (898) words
You and Changbin are in the park having a cutesy little picnic. You may or may not have forced him to come with you since your other friends cancelled at the last minute and you had prepared so much. Itâs good that you and Changbin are so alike because neither of you like to waste any food.Â
You have both been snacking on some grapes, when you look down and see there is only one left on the vine. Quickly whilst his attention was elsewhere, you pluck the grape from its vine.Â
You turn your head as you go to put the grape into your mouth, but a firm hand on your wrist stops you.Â
âYou swear youâre like a ninja.â Changbin laughs as you turn to look at him with squinted eyes. He just shakes his head, his other hand held out awaiting the grape.Â
You look at his hand, the grape, his hand again and then back up to his face.Â
âIf you think Iâm giving you this grape, then you are surely mistaken.â You say, youâre tone curt.Â
Changbin looks at you, before shaking his head overzealously. You look at him confused.Â
âWhy are you shaking your head at me?â
âSorely.â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou said surely mistaken. Itâs sorely mistaken, doofus.â He says before bursting out into a fit of laughter.Â
You look momentarily taken aback, a quiet âohâ coming out of your mouth before you look at Changbinâs laughing state.Â
âFor that, Iâm taking the grape.â He says, plucking the grape from your hand and putting it in his mouth. He starts to chew it teasingly in your face, closing his eyes as he does so.Â
Successfully irked, you lunge towards him from your seated position. Unfortunately for your lacklustre skills, he easily manoeuvres you so that your back is against his chest as his bicep and forearm enclose your throat.Â
He squeezes playfully, well aware that the two of you are in public.Â
âNice try, munchkin. Youâre gonna have to be faster than that.â Changbin gloats.Â
You bring your hands up to hold his arm, your hands barely able to enclose his whole forearm. You try to pry his arm off but itâs to no avail as he doesnât budge.Â
He squeezes tighter, his mouth moving closer to your ears.Â
âYou know Iâm not even trying right?â He teasingly whispers into your ear.Â
âBin unhand me.â You plead.Â
âWhat, youâve given up already?â
âIf you squeeze my throat any tighter, I am not responsible for theâŠsounds that will come out of me.â You say tapping his forearm.Â
Changbinâs eyes widen slightly as he realises what you meant. He releases you and you crawl back to the other side of the picnic blanket, fixing your outfit and your hair, pretending like you didnât say what you just said.Â
âYou mean to tell me that me choking you was turning you on?â He asks with genuinity.Â
You turn to him, shrugging a little. The way you act so nonchalant clearly has an effect on him as he tries not to get turned on himself.Â
It didnât work, for either of you, as you find yourself in the back of his car sitting on his legs as his fingers pump viciously in and out of you.Â
âShh, you gotta be quiet. Donât want people to start getting suspicious.â Changbin speaks into your ear.Â
You do your best to be quiet, but you donât trust yourself so you put a hand over your mouth.Â
âFuck youâre gripping my fingers so tight. Mm I canât wait to ruin you. âCause Iâm gonna. Yeah, fuck you clenched when I said that. Want me to ruin you, donât you my sweet?â Changbin purrs.Â
Your other hand grips his thigh, the coil within the pit of your stomach starting to tighten. You remove your hand from your mouth as your breath starts to quicken, small whines being released here and there.Â
âBin, I canât hold it.â You whine.Â
âYou donât have to hold it sweetness. Come for me.â He says his hand going to your neck and pressing on the sides of your throat.Â
The restriction of air and the squeeze of his hand mixed with his fingers has you seeing stars. Your moan caught in your throat as you orgasm. The lack of air prolongs your release and unfortunately for Changbin, you make a mess all over the backseat of his car.Â
He smiles as he watches you get lost in the pleasure. He loosens his grip on your neck and relishes in your pants as you try to catch your breath.Â
âWell Iâm going to need to deep clean my car, but it was so worth it.â Changbin says, rubbing you through your high and placing a soft kiss to the side of your head.Â
You move yourself off of his lap, momentarily looking out the window to see if there were any wanderers that got too curious. Taking a deep breath your eyes meet Changbinâs and he looks at you with a sweet, unwavering smile.Â
âWhatâs that look for?âŠâÂ
âOh nothing, just thinking about all the places mâgonna fuck you when we get back to mine.â Changbin says, his smile widening even more.Â
Oh wow, youâre in for a long night ahead of you. Better hope those grapes gave you enough energy for the rest of the day!
hyunjin | humiliation | 1.4k (1446) words
Hyunjin is teaching you part of his dance routine in the studio. You were bored, and teaching somebody helps him to recount the steps.Â
For the most part, you were able to keep up with him. Picking up the steps with ease until there was a particularly hard move.Â
You can see the frustration building on Hyunjinâs face as you keep messing up this step. The one he tried to teach you fifteen minutes agoâŠ
âY/n no. Lift your arm like this, this.â He says demonstrating the correct way to do it.Â
You copy the motion. You think that you are nailing it and that he is just being too pedantic which explains his elongated sigh.Â
âHyunjin, I don't know what you think Iâm doing wrong. Iâm literally doing it the way you do it!â You say, now getting frustrated at him and his perfectionist ways.Â
He looks at you through the mirror, scoffing and doing the dance move how you did it. Clearly over-exaggerating the way you did it.Â
âDoes that look right to you? No, it doesnât. Itâs not even a hard step Y/n and youâre struggling to do it.â He says, walking back over to the laptop to replay the song.Â
This is embarrassing. You should feel embarrassed. Yet you hide a smile. Thereâs something about the way Hyunjin gets riled up and then proceeds to belittle you for clearly not being a professional dancer like he is.Â
Ridiculous isnât it?
âOkay letâs go from the top.â Hyunjin says, counting the both of you in.Â
The song plays and you both dance to the rhythm. Everything was going swell until you purposefully messed up a move that you know you have no trouble doing.Â
âOh for fuckâs sake!â
You wish you could take a mental picture of Hyunjinâs scowl and print it out. He looks at you, almost pitiful as he turns down the music, his hands on his hip as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek.Â
âWhat are you fucking inept or something? Whatâs going on? You donât know your left from your rights? Hm? You need me to teach you the alphabet whilst weâre at it?â Hyunjin taunts, now walking towards you.Â
You say nothing, looking up at him with eyes as innocent as you can get them.Â
âCat caught your tongue? Or have you just become so dumb that you canât even speak anymore?â Hyunjin speaks lowly, backing you into the full length mirror.Â
He raises a single eyebrow at you, waiting for you to say something. He huffs out a laugh when he realises youâre not going to respond, but rather cower beneath him.Â
You really are spoiled arenât you? It seems it is so because you got whatever you wanted from this. One moment he pinned you up against the wall, you shoving your tongue down his throat. Then he was shoving his dick down your throat. And now here you are, on all fours, forced to watch as he thrusts harshly into you from behind.Â
âThis what you needed hm? You just needed to be fucked didnât you. Naw, dumb babyâs just too stupid to ask for what they want so they decide to piss me off instead huh?â Hyunjin grunts landing a smack on your backside.Â
You moan embarrassingly loud, jolting forwards slightly as you feel the impact of his hand on your flesh.Â
The song plays in the background adding to the already sexual tension that is in the dance studio.Â
Hyunjin stops thrusting, looking at you in the mirror as you stumble a little. The rhythm of thrusts throwing you off as your hips stutter in their movement.Â
âYouâre gonna fuck yourself on my dick to the beat of the song. See if youâre not completely useless. It would be wise not to piss me off further so if you do a good job, maybe Iâll be nice.â Hyunjin says crossing his arms.Â
You wait to see if he was bluffing, looking back at him only to be met with a raise of his eyebrow. You turn back around, meeting his gaze in the mirror. You tune your ears to the song and start throwing it back to the beat. (yâall why this make me bust out laughing okay sorry continue.)
For the first two counts of eight, you were doing pretty well. Matching each beat with the sound of your bottom colliding with his pelvis. He watches you intently as if it were you dancing. He bites his lip, holding back his own moans.Â
The chorus of the song comes along and you miss a count. You try to catch up by speeding up your movements, but that just feels too good. Hyunjin tsks at you.Â
âYou canât even do this correctly. How embarrassing Y/n. Is there anything you can do without my help?â Hyunjin says shaking his head as he grabs both of your arms.Â
You clench around him at his words, making his tough exterior falter ever so slightly as he curses under his breath at the way you squeeze him so tightly.Â
He holds your arms like handles as he repeatedly slams you back onto him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and then close tightly as he reaches deeper, continuously hitting that sweet spot inside.Â
âYou better open your fuckinâ eyes and watch as you take what I give you.â He says, his tongue coming out to wet his lip as he smirks mischievously.Â
You flutter your eyes open, meeting his gaze in the mirror as your mouth hangs open releasing silent moans. Who knew that being humiliated would turn you on to the point it has? You watch his face contort into concentration. Sweat pouring down his face and falling onto your lower back.Â
âHyune, just like that, please. Iâm so close.â You whine.Â
He tilts his head, one of his hands releasing your wrist to reach beneath you and between your thighs, rubbing you quickly.
âOh yeah? And you think you deserve it?â He teases.Â
You nod relentlessly, not even caring for his permission as you spasm around him as he lands a particularly powerful thrust.Â
As he watches you come undone on him he scoffs a laugh, shaking his head before chasing his own release.Â
âMm, whereâd you want it? Inside? So it drips down your thighs for everyone to see? Ah fuck, yeah I think so.â He says, small whines leaving his throat.Â
He pushes your body all the way down as he now lays on top of you, rutting into you. He lifts one leg up to ground him so he can reach deeper, the rocking motion overstimulating you as you convulse around him once more. You choke out a sob, tears starting to run down your face.Â
He catches your expression in the mirror, the tears streaming down and it sends him over the edge. With one final rock, he stills as his cock twitches deep inside of you. Painting your walls white deep inside.Â
He rests his forehead on the back of your head. Both of you spent as the sounds of heavy breathing and the song fill the room.Â
He slowly pulls out of you, both of you whining at the loss of the warmth. He rolls you over, placing a kiss to the underside of your jaw.Â
âY/n? Are you still with me?â He asks, glancing over your face and down your body. He sees some of his cum trailing out of you and he uses his fingers to push it back in. Fixated on the way your hole envelopes his fingers so accommodatingly.Â
He only stops when he feels your hand push his chest and he chuckles lightly.Â
âYou know you really donât take orders well. I think I need to train you.â He says, brushing a stray hair out of your face as you finally open your eyes and look up at him.Â
He hums softly, admiring you before getting up and sorting himself out so that he is decent to the eyes of the public again.Â
âGet up. That wasnât a reward, youâre going to just have to dance with my cum running down your legs now. The quicker you get the choreography, the quicker youâll get to shower.â Hyunjin says walking over to the laptop and restarting the song.Â
He leaves you to get yourself up on wobbly arms and you smile to yourself. He should know by now that you most certainly do not put up without a fight.Â
Hopefully you donât âaccidentallyâ mess up any more of the moves and make him belittle you againâŠ
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Hiii, Iâm so Iâm love with Benny â€ïž
Can u write about Benny x reader. Sheâs raising her baby niece or nefew and benny with the whole attitude about weâre going to marry, says that the baby is good for practice when they have their own kids â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
hello, sweetheart đ thank you for your request đ„ș I really enjoyed to write Benny with a kid đ by the way, apparently in real life Kathy had two kids when she met Benny! đł (and she was like 25 while he was 19) anyway, I decided that our Reader is raising her nephew who is 7 years old and â which probably is a TW â Reader's sister is dead + drugs overdose is mentioned
I had to close my requests for now because I got so many đđ»
You were a new waitress at the diner and the local bad boy named Benny Cross had taken an interest in you. He kept coming around and flirting with you, flashing that pretty smile as he ordered a sandwich or a beer by the counter, showing off his tan and tattooed muscles. You would roll your eyes at him usually but you agreed for him to drive you back home after a few shifts, especially those evening and night ones.Â
After two weeks of him driving you back home in the back of his motorbike, you ended up standing awkwardly on your driveway with him staring you up and down. It was an evening and you bit your lip as you looked at your feet, hoping he wouldnât propose something indecent.
âYou live alone?â He asked. Usually, he would just nod his head and drive away without a word.
âDepends what you mean by that?â You asked with a chuckle.
âParents?â Benny tilted his head.
âNo,â you answered honestly.
âHusband?â
âNo,â you chuckled. âIf I had one, you would have known already, donât you think?â You teased but he only shrugged his arms. âListen, I gotta goâŠâ You pointed at the house behind you with your thumb, playing nervously with the keys in your hand.
Benny nodded at that but he looked a little disappointed. He probably wanted you to invite him inside but you couldnât. Not with Jack sleeping upstairs.
âBenny,â you grabbed him by his strong arm and squeezed the fabric of the leather jacket. âThank you,â you smiled at him and he nodded again but the disappointment was still there, written all over his face.
After all, he wasnât your chauffeur for a thank you, right?
Unsurely, you leaned in and batted your eyelashes, too scared to make the first move. However, Benny didnât need more encouragement than that â he grabbed you by your face, pulled you closer and joined your lips together in a devouring kiss. He smelled like cigarettes, beer and gasoline. It was making you dizzy as this masculine scent overwhelmed your senses while his tongue had found its way inside your mouth. You started to feel weak in your knees and you grabbed him by his vest to keep steady as a soft moan left your lips. It made him smirk before he broke the kiss.
You kept staring at his face, lit by the streetlamp nearby. His baby blue eyes, all the moles on his face, his golden hair⊠And he kept staring at you back, examining every little detail of your face as well, still keeping you close.
âI donât work tomorrow,â you told him. âYou can drop by for lunch or dinner,â you proposed.
âSounds right to me,â he agreed. âGood night, kitty,â he rubbed your nose with his and moved away to hop on his bike.
He started the engine loudly and you waved after him before rushing inside the house to check on Jack. You hated to leave him alone for your evening or night shifts but you had no other choice as the only provider. He was only seven years old but he had to be pretty independent for a boy his age â you would leave him dinner to heat up after school and he had to deal with homework on his own. Then, some TV, a shower and going to bed â all on his own. You were grateful that he was a good boy and he was doing all these things responsibly instead of rebelling and staying out for hours or watching TV all night long. But you were also aware of the fact he would soon become a teenager and start to rebel and you dreaded the day.
You were in the kitchen, cooking pasta. The lunchtime was already over so you assumed Benny would come by for dinner. You kind of wished you had asked him about the exact hour when he would show up because you were ready since noon â all dolled up and nervous.
Yeah, he was coming to the diner and he was flirty here and there, taking you home and all that. But overall you didnât know him much and he wasnât very talkative most of the time. It would be the first time youâd spend time like that together. And he still had no idea about JackâŠÂ
It was Saturday and Jack was upstairs in his room, drawing pictures. It was his favourite hobby. You had told him that you would have a friend coming over and he was very excited, so you hoped it wouldnât end up as awkward.
When the doorbell rang, you turned the oven off and wiped your hands in your apron before approaching the front door. Benny was leaning on the doorframe with a smug smile.
âHi,â you greeted him.
âHi,â he looked you up and down and smiled even wider. He seemed to like your apron. âAm I interrupting somethinâ?â
âIâm cooking dinner, come in,â you invited him and he entered the house.
He looked around and you encouraged him to follow you to the kitchen. He did and you turned the oven back on as he sat by the kitchen table.
âIâm making spaghetti, I hope itâs okay,â you informed him.
âYeah,â Benny leaned back on the chair and tilted his head at Jackâs drawings on your fridge. âTheyâre yours?â He asked with a chuckle.
âTheyâre for me,â you explained.
But before you could say anything more, you heard loud, booming footsteps. Jack was running downstairs to see your friend. You swallowed thickly at the sight of him entering the kitchen with an excited smile as Benny froze for a while and blinked a few times in disbelief.
âIs that your friend?â Jack asked and put his hands behind his back. âGood afternoon, sir,â he nodded his head at Benny and you smiled at that.
âHis nameâs Benny,â you approached him and ruffled his hair. âBenny, thatâs Jack,â you introduced them to each other with a heavy heart, hoping that Benny wouldnât run away at this very moment or say something rude.
You didnât want to reveal too early that Jack wasnât your kid. First of all, you didnât want to vigorously deny that in front of him to avoid him feeling rejected even though Jack knew very well that you were his aunt. Second of all, it was a good test for Benny. His reaction would tell you a lot about his character.
Once the first shockwave disappeared, Benny cleared his throat and extended his hand.
âHi, Iâm Benny,â he introduced himself. Jack shook his hand proudly, feeling important. âIâm (Y/N)âs friend.â
âAre you the one with the motorbike?â Jackâs eyes widened.
âYeah. Wanna see it after dinner?â Benny proposed.
âYup!â Jack clapped his hands. âYou know, the engine always wakes me up at night,â he told Benny. âWait! Iâm gonna show you something!â He ran out of the kitchen.
An awkward silence occurred between Benny and you.
âIs he your kid?â Benny asked casually. âHow old is he?â
âSeven,â you only answered the second part and watched him furrow his brows as he kept counting something with his fingers like preschooler.
âHow old are you exactly?â He seemed to be confused.
âFourty,â you joked.
âOh, wouldnât tell,â Bennyâs eyes widened and you chuckled because it was adorable how he believed you.
âBenny, I was joking,â you explained and put your hands on your hips, checking on the pasta with the corner of your eye.
âIt donât matter to me, you know,â Benny shrugged his arms. âHow old are ya now or how young you were when you had the kid. I like you,â Benny said and you felt your heart filling with joy and affection.
âI suspected that a guy like you would chase after them pretty dolls,â you turned around to turn the oven off since the pasta was cooked now.
âDamn right I do. Youâre a doll,â Benny assured you and you shook your head with a chuckle.
You focused on making the spaghetti when Jack came back to the kitchen with a drawing in his hand and he placed it on the table to show it to Benny.
âI drew a motorbike!â He told him proudly. âAnd thatâs (Y/N) on it and you. I saw you one night through the window!â He exclaimed. âSorry, in the dark I thought you had brown hair,â he explained.
âItâs great, dude. You like to draw?â Benny asked him.
âYup! I draw everything I like! Cars, motorbikes, construction machines, trains, dinosaurs and dogs! (Y/N) sometimes takes me to the diner and I sit by the window and draw the cars in the parking lot!â
âThatâs so cool,â Benny gave him a thumbs up.
âYeah, I know!â
âDinnerâs ready,â you turned around with two plates in your hands as you approached them. âTake the drawing off the table, Jack,â you told him.
âItâs for Benny,â Jack insisted and looked at him.Â
Benny smiled awkwardly and took the drawing, not knowing what to do with it.
âYou can fold it, itâs fine,â Jack assured him and Benny nodded before folding the drawing and putting it into his pocket.
âNow, go wash your hands,â you told Jack and he sighed before running off to the bathroom.
You placed the plates on the table and then you turned around to get the third one and put it there as well. Then you sat down and kept staring at Benny who was silent as usual.
âHeâs not my kid,â you explained silently. âMy sisterâs,â you added. âI have raised him since he was four. It was difficult and I had to drop out of college but I didnât want him to end up in the orphanage,â you added.
âWhy couldnât your folks raise him?â Benny asked.
âThey cursed my sister out for⊠For being with Jackâs dad. Itâs a long story. So, they didnât want anything with Jack either, they said heâs got that bad blood in him, that heâs a rotten apple because heâs from a bad tree. And his fatherâs family⊠I donât even know if they are alive. He was a very bad man, Benny. He was rotten indeed, evil to the core. Iâm glad he died, let me tell you, because heâd be an awful influence on Jack and you see what a sweet boy Jack is. But what Iâm mad about is that he took my sister down with him. Down to the grave,â you sighed and shook your head.
âIâm sorry,â Benny mumbled. âDrugs?â
âYeah, heavy stuff,â you nodded and played with your food nervously. âNow my parents say Iâm stupid for wasting my life, my education and all that. But how could I let Jack go to the orphanage, huh? You seen him. He's a sweetheart. Such a gentle soul and I wish they could see that but they keep saying heâs gonna grow up to be a deadbeat like his daddy. Thatâs why we moved. I wanted to be away from my family and start fresh,â you explained.
Before Benny could answer, Jack was back already. He sat by the table and started to eat.
âYummy!â He told you with a smile.
âThank you, love,â you caressed his hair gently.
âYeah, itâs very good,â Benny nodded after taking the first bite.
âHow long have you been driving motorcycles?â Jack asked him.
âSince high school,â Benny answered.
âI want to drive them, too!â
âHa-ha-ha, absolutely no way,â you gave Jack a scolding look.
âWhy not? Your boyfriend can drive them and I canât?â Jack whined and you felt your cheeks heating up.
âUm⊠Benny is not my ââ
âIâll teach you how to drive âem when youâre old enough,â Benny interrupted you.
âBenny!â You gasped and Jack giggled. âI said: no.â
âHe doesnât have to drive fast. He can be a good boy about it,â Benny winked at you and you sighed.
âIâll be careful, I promise,â Jack laid his head on your arm and you caressed his cheek.
âI hope so. I hope youâll always stay this sweet. Even as a teenager,â you booped him on the nose and he smiled widely at you before going back to eating.
The rest of the meal went more peacefully. Benny was mostly asking Jack about school and his friends. When everyone ate, you took the dishes to wash them and promised to prepare a dessert while Benny took Jack outside to show him his Harley motorbike.
You observed them through the window with a smile. They looked quite adorable together and you couldnât stop the way butterflies were forming in your stomach at the sight of them together. You had not expected a guy like Benny to just⊠Accept your situation so casually. He had been surprised at first but that was it.
You took the ice cream out of the freezer and divided it into three portions before going out to stand on the porch.
âBoys!â You called them and they both turned around at the same time. âDessertâs ready!â You announced and watched how both of their faces lighted up as their eyes filled with the sparkles of excitement. You chuckled to yourself. They were adorable.
Benny and Jack rushed inside and you reminded Jack to wash his hands again. He rolled his eyes but went to the bathroom obediently.
âAnd me? I donât have to?â Benny teased you.
âYou can catch whatever disease you want, I donât care. Youâre a big boy, Benny. Itâs your choice if you wash your dirty hands or not,â you looked at his hands. They were black from the grease after showing Jack something with the engine.
Benny blushed a little and went to the bathroom as well.
When they were back, they grabbed their bowls with ice cream and you proposed to eat it on the couch while watching TV. Jack insisted on sitting between you and Benny and Benny insisted on watching some comedy show that you usually didnât allow Jack to watch because of its primitive humour. This time you made an exception and you could see how Jack was starting to like Benny more and more.
They were laughing at the same jokes â although you were sure Jack didnât understand some of them and only laughed because Benny did. But what mattered more was the way they laughed. Both in a similar way, cutely, throwing their heads back and giggling. You had never seen Benny Cross like that before and your heart was filling with more and more affection towards him. He started to remind you of a little boy now.
Well, he had been a little boy once after all. And, oh, he had to be adorable, you thought, and you reached your hand out to caress his arm softly. He looked at you and you shyly took your hand away. However, he smiled at you lovingly and your cheeks heated up.
When the comedy show was over, you asked Jack to wash the dishes after the dessert and he did that without complaining â mostly because he was grateful to you for letting him watch that silly comedy show.
âYou turning him into a girl?â Benny pointed his finger at the kitchen where Jack had gone to as he moved closer to you on the couch.
âNo, Iâm teaching him how to do basic chores around the house,â you told Benny. âYou donât wash the dishes?â
âOnly when I have to,â Benny groaned. âBut I hate that.â
âWell, at my house youâd have to,â you crossed your arms.
âIâm gonna get used to it,â he chuckled and you raised an eyebrow at him. He was grinning at you.
âListen, Benny,â you changed the subject as you got more serious. âThank you,â you lowered your voice. âI know I should have told you earlier about JackâŠâ
âWhat you thankinâ me for, kitty?â Benny furrowed his brow.
âFor⊠Acting decent, I suppose,â you bit on your lower lip.
âWell, I donât mind you raising a kid, dollie. In fact, I think itâs cool,â he winked at you.
âCool?â You snorted at that, confused.
âYeah, you know, heâs a nice fella and weâre gonna practise before our own little ones come one day,â Benny shrugged his arms and stretched his arm to put it around your shoulder.
âBenny, we barely know each other,â you pointed out.
If any other guy started talking about having kids with you so fast â youâd run away. But with Benny it was different. Something about him was making you feel secure. Perhaps because of the way he was with Jack.
âThatâs why I said: one day,â Benny smirked.
âWhat I mean is, itâs too early to plan such thingsâ, you said but you leaned your head on his chest anyway. He shook his head with a chuckle.
âLittle girl, Iâm gonna marry you, donât you know?â
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Be still my foolish heart (don't ruin this on me)
Neighbor!Joel Miller x f!Reader
Summary: you and Joel have been neighbors for a while but despite your mutual interest in one another, you never crossed this line. until, after one tense situation, Joel slips up (based on this wonderful request!)
Tags: friends to lovers, love confessions, fluff and angst, Joel is your sexy neighbor you shamelessly drool over, also his toolbelt is an important character in the fic (don't judge me)
Warnings: angst, 'nice guy' alert đ, attempted assault (stopped by Joel), some nsfw content but not actual smut (yar girl is gettin there đ)
Word count: 6.2K
A/N: hiiii my darlings!! sorry for the wait, i know it's been a long time but life was crazy. here's sth i've been workin for a looong time and honestly i stared at it for so long i no longer know if i'm proud of it or not đ anyway, i really hope you guys will like it and as always, happy reading!! đ
âI really donât know how to thank you, Joel. This is incredible.â
Joel watched, slightly embarrassed, as you walked around the table with a wide, bright smile. You gripped one of the legs â the one that was previously crookedly attached and broke down when you put something heavier on the counter â and tested its stability. After a successful inspection you looked up at him.
âYouâre a lifesaver.â
âNah, nothinâ of the sort.â He waved his hand, feeling a big lump in his throat when you directed that pretty smile of yours at him. âMâjust glad I could help.â
âYou didnât have to fix this, too, though.â You brushed the edge of the table which Joel sanded so you wouldnât get a splinter from the rough surface. His eyes followed your fingertips before he coughed.
âDidnât want you to hurt yourself. This side was practically smashed up, after allâŠâ
âStill, I didnât even need to ask you.â You shook your head in thoughts before glancing at him with gratitude. âThanks again.â
âYou really gotta stop thankinâ me.â Joel started to gather his things into the toolbox and wiped his palms on his pants (certainly not because they were slick with sweat). âIt was a piece of cake.â
âBut, you know.â You tilted your head to the left and right, scrunching your nose playfully, and it was so fucking adorable that Joel thought his heart was going to give out. âYou already fixed the sink in my kitchen, that hole in the wall, my door, and now my table⊠Are you sure Iâm not leeching off your generosity?â
A half-smile found its place on Joelâs face, and he shook his head with a chuckle. âMâsure. Itâs only fair since weâre neighbors, sweet girl.â
Sweet girl.
Joel never knew if he wasnât crossing the line by calling you that. You never gave any sign of discomfort or disgust when he did, but he also recognized that regardless of your reaction, he should stop. He couldnât deny that his old heart harbored an embarrassingly big crush on you â after all, you were the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on â but it wasnât right to think about you in that way.
If he only knew that every time he let those words of endearment slip, your heart started to do crazy somersaults.
Joel Miller was an extremely handsome man, there was no denying that. And with his deep drawl, the salt-and-pepper hair, the warm, brown eyes and that dangerous smirk he sometimes sent in your direction⊠it was no wonder you fell for him.
It also didnât help that he was so kind, always ready and eager to help you with the smallest inconvenience. Sometimes it made you want to smash something in your house yourself, just to have an excuse for him to come over again and for you to be able to watch him work.
But you werenât that desperate, yet. Yet.
Your daydreaming was rudely interrupted by a series of knocks on your front door. Both your heads snapped in the direction of the sound, but when you recognized the familiar pattern of it, your mood dampened in an instant.
Joel noticed the change in your expression, of course, and immediately stood up, leaving the toolbox on the floor.
âWhat is it?â he asked with a hint of alert in his gruff voice, but you shook your head.
âItâs nothing. Donât go yet, okay? Iâll be right back.â
You exited the room before he could ask another question, and Joel furrowed his brows. He stayed rooted in spot, listening to your heavy step as you walked to the door and opened it. And then⊠he heard a male voice that started to say something to you.
Joel couldnât help but grind his teeth as he finished gathering his stuff, ready to go back home. It was the second time that some man came to visit you while you had him over, and the bitterness he felt in his mouth was even more noticeable than on the previous occasion.
He knew you were quite popular in Jackson, especially with boys your age. There was always someone offering to buy you a drink or dance whenever you went out with your friends, and once Joel had to even step in when two drunk guys kept pestering you. But as much as it pained him, some of those men who showed genuine interest in you were quite nice. And good-looking.
And a lot younger than him.
He knew very well that he was too old for you. He knew that he shouldnât fantasize about sharing a life with you, and that thinking of any form of intimacy between you and him was making him a big old creep, but no matter how many times he swore to himself itâll be the last, he could not stop. You were just so beautiful, so sweet and so niceâŠ
He saw your smiling face when he went to bed late at night, and imagined your body beside him when he woke up early in the morning. He looked at your house on his way to work and wondered if you were eating breakfast already, taking a shower or still sleeping peacefully amidst the many blankets he saw once on your bed. He felt a rush of energy and endorphins every time you knocked on his door, asking him to help you with something, and it only enhanced his already existent protectiveness toward you.
Suddenly, Joel heard a raised male voice from the porch, which instantly got his guard up. He quickly followed the sound, and upon rounding the corner he saw you trying to close the door on Jack, a boy he recognized but never talked to. He saw him a couple of times at the bar, though he wasnât one of those bothering you and never seemed to give anyone any trouble.
Still, you looked really uncomfortable, so when your and Joelâs eyes met, he nodded reassuringly and took his place in front of you.
âIs somethinâ the matter?â he asked dryly. The sight of him took Jack aback and he opened his mouth, looking lost for a good moment. Joel raised his eyebrows, and the young man cleared his throat.
âNothing at all. We were just chattinâ.â Then Jack looked over Joelâs shoulder at you, completely ignoring the other man. âWhat the fuck is Miller doing in your house, anyway?â
You stammered, but Joel kept his cool, leaning against the doorframe casually. Jack was tall and well-built, but still smaller than Joel, and he made use of this fact to intimidate the boy to the extreme.
âMr Miller is helpinâ her with the sink that needs fixinâ,â Joel answered instead with a pang of irritation. âAnd youâre kinda interruptinâ.â Jack didnât move, and Joel clenched his jaw. âScurry. Now.â
The boy huffed, murmuring something under his breath before he bid you a grudging adieu. Joel shut the door behind him with more force than he intended and took a second to calm his breathing before turning back to you.
âSorry if that was too harshââ
âNo, donât apologize.â You sighed tiredly and went to the living room, plopping down on the couch. âItâs okay. Maybe heâll back off a little.â
Joel bit the inside of his cheek, wondering if he should ask the question that was gnawing at him mercilessly.
âAreâŠâ he started, and you lifted your head. âI mean, are you twoâŠâ
âNo!â you quickly answered, blushing a little to Joelâs surprise. âNo, no, nothing of the sort. He asked me out and I told him Iâm not interested, but he still tries toâŠâ You waved your arm in the direction when he saw the youngster last. âI donât know, convince me?â
Joel sat down next to you, clasping his hands together. âWell⊠if he ever gives you any trouble, you lemme know, alrighâ?â
A small smile spread across your face when you tilted your head to look at him.
âThanks. I appreciate it.â Then a playful glint appeared in your eyes, and your smile turned mischievous. â...Mr Miller.â
A breathless laugh escaped Joel, and he dragged his hand over his face, praying that he managed to stifle a groan wanting to escape his chest. He shook his head to regain some clarity, but could still feel all the blood in his body rushing down. It didnât help that your couch was too small, and your knees were touching â though Joel couldnât tell if it happened when he sat down or a little bit later.
Fuck.
âShut up,â he just murmured, not looking at you in fear youâll see what your words did to him. âI tried to make him leave quicker.â
âAnd he did. And I think you deserve a reward for your help.â
You stood up and for a second Joel panicked. A reward, you said.
He couldnât help the images that flooded his brain in that moment â of you on your knees in front of him, or bent over the table he just fixed. His eyes went to your thighs, and his own flexed involuntary when he envisioned how youâd feel underneath him, what sweet sounds he could coax out of you, how soft your skin would be in those places you kept coveredâŠ
But then you walked past him, and he snapped out of the naughty daydreams.
âWh-where are you goinâ?â he asked, his voice strained, and you looked over your shoulder with an oblivious smile.
âI made a cake this morning. Iâm gonna bring you a piece, yeah?â
You didnât wait for an answer, and just left the room with pep in your step.
Joel groaned and let his head fall back, covering the redness of his cheeks with his hands.
Idiot.
Almost two weeks have passed since the last time you asked for his help with something, and surprisingly, Joel was okay with that. After that embarrassment he experienced in his own mind, he told himself that it would be prudent to distance himself from you for a little bit. At least until he could act normally around you.
He still thought about you constantly, that he couldnât help. Every time he saw you in town he instantly felt lighter, but so very often you were accompanied by another man â and no matter if you seemed comfortable with the attention or not, Joel always had this urge to come over and protect you from any unwanted suitors.
He was being ridiculous, he knew that. You didnât like him the way he liked you, and even if he somehow grew a pair and told you about his feelings, a pretty and young girl like you would never be interested in someone who could be her fatherâs age.
The thought of you thinking of him as a father figure churned up his guts, making him feel sick. Jesus Christ.
But it still did nothing to weaken his infatuation, and when you finally knocked on his door again, asking if he could fix the rack in your room, he didnât even hesitate before agreeing.
So here you both were. Joel, looking at the problem at hand, and you, looking at (none-the-wiser) Joel.
âSânothinâ big,â he finally said after some examination. âIâll replace the shelf and reaffix it to the wall better. Shouldnât take long.â
You nodded, but truthfully you were only half-listening. The sight of Joel in your bedroom was far too distracting.
Itâs been so long since Joel was a guest in your house â well, only a couple of weeks tops â but you missed seeing him in your private space. Though one could say, he never truly left with how often you thought about him.
So maybe thatâs why you were so shameless with your staring.
His broad shoulders were to die for, and you bit your lip absentmindedly as your eyes wandered across his muscular back and forearms, usually hidden under the sleeves. You knew you shouldnât be ogling your neighbor who was nice enough to lend you a helping hand whenever you needed, but⊠well, a little admiring wouldnât hurt anyone, right?
And there was a lot to admire.
âYou listeninâ to me?â
The brutal wake-up call of his voice pulled you out of your thoughts, making you blush wildly and your body hot with embarrassment at being caught staring.
Okay, maybe it would hurt someone.
âY-yeah,â you stuttered, feeling your whole neck heating up rapidly. âUh-huh. I understand.â
Joelâs lips stretched into a lopsided smile, and he turned to face you fully.
âI asked if you have some nails in the house,â he repeated, not breaking eye contact. If you allowed yourself to be delusional, youâd say his voice sounded almost⊠flirtatious. But that was probably only your head telling you what you wanted to hear.
âYeahâŠâ you breathed distractedly, but then shook your head quickly. âI mean, no. No, I donât.â
Joel smirked, stepping closer to you and making you swallow heavily. Your gaze once again dropped to his strong arms, down to his big hands and⊠fuck. He had his thumbs hooked in his tool belt, already hanging low on his waist, and it made him look so ridiculously hot.
Lord have mercy.
âWhat got ya so distracted, sweet girl?â
Have fuckinâ mercy.
âNothing!â you said, a bit louder than you intended, crossing your arms over your chest to do something with this splitting tension in your body. âI was just looking at⊠the shelf.â
Joelâs eyebrows shot upright. It didnât take a genius to figure out that he didnât believe you. âThe shelf,â he repeated blankly, and you nodded, trying to appear calm despite feeling like you were going to burst into flames if he kept looking at you like that. But then Joel chuckled, and his eyes turned as warm as always. âMâonly teasinâ. Stop lookinâ so scared.â
âIâm notââ you started, but your lips also spread into a grin when you saw his genuine smile. âGod, youâre insufferable. Will you fix it or not?â
âSo demandinâ,â Joel mused, shaking his head and walking out of the room. âIâm gonna go get the nails from my house. Be right back.â
You whispered under your breath something he didnât hear, but it made him smile to himself nonetheless.
It was so easy to slip back into this playful banter with you, Joel thought as he made his way back home. Maybe things between you two wonât be as awkward anymore (though he was aware all this awkwardness was his fault), and he could go back to being your friend.
No matter that he wished he could be something more. No, it wasnât right to think that way. What you two had was enough.
Still, as he looked for those damn nails, he couldnât get out of his mind the way that adorable blush spread across your face. And how your eyes lingered on his figure when he looked at you. But no, surely he was only imagining things.
âŠright?
Joel sighed, closing the door behind him and going back toward your house, his thoughts already on the best way to fix that shelf of yours and maybe stabilize it a bit more, because by the look of how it hung on the wall, it was only a matter of time until heâll have to visit again.
Or maybe heâll leave it be. Only to have an extra excuse to see you sooner rather than later.
He rolled his eyes at his own musings, but the train of his thoughts abruptly stopped when he saw your front door slightly opened. He slowed down, wondering if you went after him⊠but no, there was no sign of you anywhere, and he was pretty sure he closed it on his way out.
And then he heard a faint sound of glass shattering.
Joelâs mind went completely blank. In a blink of an eye he stormed into the house, his survival instincts formed over the last twenty years kicking in and screaming for him to find you, to make sure youâre safe and unharmed.
But your bedroom was empty and when Jeol yelled your name, no one answered him. You were within the safe walls of Jackson, and there was no way the infected or raiders could ambush you, but still Joel felt an icy wave of panic washing over him, his mind providing him with terrible scenarios that would explain the open door and your silence.
Then a small thud reverberated from the other room, and Joelâs legs carried him there without a second thought.
He slammed the door open, and his eyes immediately locked on the man holding you against the wall. Your assaulter â that fucking kid, Jack â had one hand covering your mouth, the other forearm pinning your shoulders to the wall. His knee was between your legs and Joel could see you standing on your tippy toes, trying to pull away as far as possible.
Joelâs hands were itching to get rid of the threat that guy was for you, but first his gaze involuntarily shifted to your face â and his heart clenched painfully when he noticed your terrified expression and tears streaming down your cheeks.
The blinding rage in Joelâs veins almost charred him from the inside out and he felt like he was about to explode from the fury seething inside of him. In two long strides he ran towards Jack and all but threw him off of you, stepping to the side to act as a shield between you and him.
âYou just signed your death sentence, kid,â he growled and punched the other man in the face when he tried to get up. You screamed behind him, but Joel ignored it, the need to beat the living daylights out of this little shit almost overwhelming his senses.
âWhat the fuck is your problem?!â Jack yelled from the floor, holding a hand in front of his face. âYou broke me fucking nose, man!â
It was true, the blood was flowing freely from the already swelling nose, but it didnât feel like enough. Joel had to utilize every fiber of his willpower to keep himself from venting his wrath on this kid. He knew damn well it wouldnât end well for either of them â Jackson had hard laws when it came to violence.
âYou deserve a lot worse,â Joel gritted his teeth and motioned with his head towards the exit. âNow get out.â
âShe wanted it!â Jack shouted, as if he hoped that his explanations would make the situation any better. He wiped the blood flowing from his nose, glaring at you angrily. âStupid bitch,â he snarled, âcanât make up her mind. Didnât I do enough for you?! I was nice, always helped youââ
âGet the fuck out of here before I break your jaw,â Joel cut in, clenching his fists and taking a step forward. The young fucker seemed to size him up for a couple of seconds, probably wondering if starting a fight was worth it, but eventually spluttered contemptuously.
âFine,â he snarled, and then looked below Joelâs arm at you. âI wouldnât want to catch somethinâ from you, either way, if youâre already fucking this old geezer.â
Your face, and also Joelâs, grew hot â but while yours was red from embarrassment and shame, his was burning from barely concealed rage.
âOUT!!â he shouted, his thundering and powerful voice making both you and Jack flinch. His face was twisted in fury and the other man mustâve realized that staying here longer would only mean worse for him, because he scrambled to his feet and ran out without another word.
The front door slammed shut behind him, and for a few seconds a heavy silence hung in the air.
Joel took a steadying breath, trying to restore his cool, but he felt himself shaking from rage. If he didnât come back in time⊠if he was a minute late, he didnât want to think what that bastard wouldâve done to you.
Trying to shut down the intrusive thoughts, Joel turned around and knelt by where you were still seated on the ground. He couldnât will the tension in his body to lessen, and his muscles and tendons were so taut that he thought they were going to snap. But he forced his hands to unclench before he gently cupped your face.
âDid he hurt you?â he asked quietly, his brows knitted in worry. You shook your head, but your eyes were filled with tears, and it felt like something was ripping Joelâs chest apart.
âHe pushed me. And I⊠the glass.â
You lifted your hand and Joel winced when he saw a shard of green glass â from the flower vase which previously stood on the table â embedded in your palm. A trickle of blood was running down your wrist, but he presumed there would be much more once he took it out.
âItâs alright, sweet girl. Iâll take care of it.â Iâll take care of you. âLetâs go to the kitchen so I can patch you up, âkay?â
You nodded, letting him pull you to your feet.
Once you made your way there and you instructed him on where some bandages and disinfectant were, Joel gently grabbed your waist and hoisted you up onto the table, seemingly without any problem at all. You blushed when you felt his touch, for a moment forgetting about the pain piercing your palm, but the gravity of what you just experienced crept up on you again soon enough.
Joel noticed your silence as he carefully removed the shard and bandaged your hand. He didnât want to imagine what exactly happened when he was gone, but it was obvious it shook you quite strongly. So when he saw tears welling in your eyes, he threw all caution to the wind and wrapped his arms tightly around you.
Not one ounce of regret had time to haze his mind over, because you instantly clung to him, too, letting out a shaky exhale. Joel hugged you tightly, letting go of all the tension and fear in his body. He was never this close to you before, and he allowed himself to indulge in the warmth of your body and the feeling of your arms around him, reminding him that youâre okay, that youâre with him now. He breathed in your scent, hiding his nose in the crown of your head and pressing his lips to your hair, hoping to calm you down.
âItâs alright, baby. Iâm here, youâre safe now.â
You tensed, but Joel just held you closer, not realizing he said something wrong. He planted a soft kiss on your hairline, sighing when you started moving your hands up and down his back soothingly. Despite standing up, Joel felt relaxed like never before, like he could fall asleep right here and now.
That is, until you spoke up.
âWhat did you say?â
âŠshit.
Joel opened his mouth, then closed it almost immediately. His eyes raced wildly across the room, trying to think of what to say, but he didnât let go of you. There mightâve been a selfish reason behind his inaction, but mostly he didnât want you to see his flustered face.
âNothinâ,â he answered after a pregnant and rather uncomfortable pause, and cleared his throat. âYou donât wanna⊠tâwas nothinâ important.â
Maybe you really didnât hear him. It would have saved him a lot of trouble and embarrassment, and probably another two weeks of his life of avoiding you. But judging by the silence in the room, he wasnât so lucky.
âDid youâŠâ You swallowed before finishing softly, âcall me âbabyâ?â
Joel cringed, closing his eyes tightly, and prayed for some higher power to smite him off the surface of the Earth. But again â luck wasnât on his side.
The silence prolonged, and you finally grew impatient. You pulled away, looking up to scan his face. âJoel?â
âIâm sorry, it⊠slipped out,â he mumbled, all red and not meeting your eyes. That was a shame, because if he did find the courage to look at you, he would notice a small smile forming on your face as you regarded him.
âSo I heard you correctly?â you asked again, and he sighed heavily, running his hand over his face and rubbing his eyes.
âYes, yes you did. Mâreally sorry, I wasnât thinkinâ. I just tried to comfort you andâ fuck,â he whispered to himself, lowering his hand but still not looking in your direction. âI, I donât want ya to feel uncomfortable. Iâm sorry, I can goâŠâ
âNo.â Your uninjured hand shot out and grabbed his shirt before you could process what you were doing. Joel glanced down at your fist clutching the material, and then back up into your wide eyes. âPlease, no. Stay.â
His lips parted slightly at your request and unexplained (at least from his perspective) hope filling your gaze. He looked so adorable that you had never wanted to kiss him more than right now.
âCome closer,â you pleaded, barely louder than a whisper.
Joel obliged, letting your hand guide him. You gently pulled him to you, so that he was almost standing between your legs, and your fingers loosened their hold, now smoothing over the material of his shirt.
You took a deep breath and leaned forward, bracing your weight on his chest. Joel looked puzzled by your behavior, but when he realized what you were doing, he stopped you gently by putting his own hand on your shoulder.
âNo,â he whispered, his voice full of pain, but steady. âDonât do that. You⊠youâre in a state of shock.â
âI know what I want,â you spoke equally quietly, staring at him with nothing but pure genuineness and need in your eyes. âAnd I want you, Joel.â
âPlease, baââ he cut himself off before he could finish this word. It pained him deeply to reject you, but he knew that if he let you kiss him, youâd regret it later. And that he wouldnât be able to survive. âIâm sorry, sweet girl, but it wouldnât be right. I donât wanna be takinâ advantage of you.â
Your face fell in confusion and disappointment, but you didnât let him go even when he put a light pressure on your hand.
âYou never..â you gulped, searching his face, âthought about it? About⊠me, in that way?â
Christ, what was he supposed to say to that? He wouldnât be able to lie to you, not if you kept looking at him with those innocent and full of desire eyes of yours.
âDonât ask me.â Joel closed his eyes, the muscle in his cheek pulsing when he felt your touch on the side of his face. âPlease, donât ask me.â
âBecause I have,â you continued in a sudden rush of courage. âI think about you constantly, and about us. Every time I invite you over or see you in the town working... And Iâm only saying all that, because I thought maybe⊠maybe you felt it, too. I think you do.â Joel didnât answer, and you looked up at him with determination you didnât really feel. âTell me.â
Joel clenched his jaw, exhaling heavily, but didnât pull away. He weighed the options in his mind while you waited patiently, and finally, his resolve cracked under your hopeful gaze.
âI think about you,â he began slowly, earnestly, âevery night. Every fuckinâ night and day, sweetheart.â His voice was raspy, but that drawl of his so soft and delicious to your ears. âBut I shouldnât. You and I both know that.â
He still hasnât looked your way. You tried to lean to the side to fit in his field of vision, but Joel turned away even more, attempting to take a step back. You grabbed his shirt again before he could do that, and he didnât fight you.
âWhy not?â you whispered, transfixed on his handsome features.
ââCause you deserve better. Iâm way too old for you,â he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, like you should know it already. âYou have so many admirers who are probably much more fit for you, and it would be⊠it is so wrong that Iâm lettinâ those thoughts linger.â
âI donât want any of them, though.â Joel finally locked eyes with you, but still seemed conflicted. You slowly let go of his clothes and reached for his hands, then guided them to your cheeks. You saw his throat bob nervously when you placed them there and brushed his knuckles with your thumbs. âLook, itâs hard for me to open up, but⊠I really like you. Really.â
Joel swallowed heavily, his face contorted in pain â as if your words were wounding not only his soul, but his very flesh. Then the pressure on your cheeks became a little stronger, and he tentatively swiped his thumbs under your eyes in a loving manner. Your heart fluttered like a hummingbirdâs wings as he slowly scanned your face for any sign of hesitancy, then let his eyelids drop and pressed his forehead to yours. You lifted your chin slightly, nudging his nose with the tip of yours.
âCall me that again,â you whispered pleadingly. His wooden, earthly scent was enveloping all your senses, making you feel so very calm and safe. Youâd gladly lose yourself in him. âPlease.â
Joel instantly knew what you meant. His resolve was wavering and his body giving in, but the doubt was still there in his mind. The fear that he was somehow reading you wrong.
âDonât beg me, sweet girl.â His breath was on your lips, beckoning you even closer. âMâtoo weak for that.â
âPlease,â you repeated more urgently, and when he didnât move, you turned your head and pressed your lips to the inside of his wrist tenderly. âJoel.â
He cursed softly. It appeared that the tension between you both was getting to him, too, and Joel was losing the battle he fought with himself. He lowered his lips to the edge of your jaw, his pupils blown wide and eyelids heavy, almost as if he was under a spell. You whimpered when he withdrew one of his hands on your cheeks, but the loss was quickly replaced by relief when he moved it to the small of your back, pulling you closer and flush against his body.
âYou sure about this?â he murmured lowly, making you shiver against him. His nose traveled along your jaw and the column of your neck, then back up until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. âI donât want ya to regret it.â
âI wonât,â you promised. âPlease, baby.â
Your plea sent a shiver down his spine. Joel couldnât hold back anymore, didnât want to. It was clear you wanted him, and he never was a strong enough man to deny you anything.
Your eyes met, and Joel took a second to get his heart under control. You were so beautiful, and your skin so soft under his touch⊠He tilted your chin up, barely able to comprehend that all of it was really happening, that it was you who put his hands on yourself. And you wanted him to kiss you.
For fuckâs sake, you begged him to.
All the remaining traces of his self-control evaporated in a heartbeat, and he pulled you in, pressing your body closer before bringing his lips to yours, locking them in a soft kiss.
His mouth molded perfectly to yours, causing you to sigh with relief at the gentle caress. You felt heat pooling in your stomach, and you were glad for sitting down because your weak knees would surely buckle under you in different circumstances. The intensity of the kiss gradually grew until it became so heated that you had to grab a fistful of Joelâs hair on the nape of his neck for support.
At one point, Joel pried your lips away, searching your eyes with concern. You worried that he was having second thoughts, but the longer he looked at you, the more his own irises darkened with lust and insatiable hunger, making your face burn like it was on fire. His clear want and the knowledge that you were the cause of it made you feel powerful, but somehow at the same time completely naked under his gaze.
Without any warning, he dived back in, his wide palm enveloping one side of your face while he tangled the other hand in your hair. He tugged on it, probably a little rougher than he intended, eliciting a needy moan from your chest. You instantly felt embarrassed about your response, but when you tried to pull away, Joel practically growled, not letting you turn away.
âSâalright, baby,â he rasped, trailing hot kisses down your neck, making your breath hitch in your throat. âKeep makinâ those pretty sounds for me.â
You felt dizzy. Like he could make you melt from the tone of his voice alone.
Having his lips on yours felt better than you have ever imagined, and so perfect that you never wanted this moment to end. But one thought kept nagging at you, making it harder and harder to focus, and finally after some time Joel softly drew away. He sent you a soft, almost shy smile.
âWhat is it, sweetheart? Not havinâ second thoughts, I hope?â
It hit you in that moment that it wasnât the first time he looked at you with so much warmth and affection in his eyes. You just never noticed before that he always looked at you this way.
âNo, no,â you hurried to reassure him. âJust something⊠Something I wanted to do for a while.â
He raised his eyebrows playfully. âSomethinâ other than kissinâ your handsome neighbor?â
You clicked your tongue at his unexpected cockiness.
âNot exactly.â Your answer only made him more intrigued, and you grinned. âIndulge me and take a step back.â
Joel squinted suspiciously, but eventually humored you. You bit your lip, feeling giddy at finally having a chance to do something you thought about every time this infuriatingly handsome man was in your house.
His eyes followed the tip of your tongue when it ran across your bottom lip⊠and you took this moment to hook your thumbs on his tool belt and yank him forward.
Your lips connected again, though it was far from perfect â your teeth clashed together and your noses collided, causing you both to yelp in small pain and discomfort, but you didnât let go of him. Your joy from this silliness lasted only a couple of seconds, though, because before long Joel started to laugh uncontrollably.
You huffed and tried to kiss him again, but he withdrew out of your reach, wrapping his arms around your waist with a big, goofy smile.
âGet back here.â
âWhat the hell was that, sweetheart?â
His eyes crinkled in amusement and you felt a bit foolish from what you just did. You turned your gaze down, but Joel lifted your chin with his fingertip, and you couldnât help but smile, too, when you saw how happy he looked.
âIt looked more romantic in my head,â you murmured with an awkward chuckle. âI actually wanted to do it the first time I saw you with that belt on.â
âSâthat so?â Joel asked and kissed you briefly again, this time with a hint of hunger he was keeping at bay until now. âYou like seeinâ me in it?â
âI really, really do,â you whispered, hiding your face in his chest. âI donât know why, but it look so fucking hot on youâŠâ
âMy dirty baby,â Joel purred into your hair. The bright grin on his face only grew when he heard you groaning in embarrassment. âGimme a kiss.â
You didnât move, not wanting to face him, so Joel opted to nuzzle the sensitive skin of your neck with his nose. âYouâre adorable, yâknow that? Donât get all shy on me now, babygirl.â
A deep sigh escaped your chest and the tension in your shoulders lessened. Joel smirked into the crook of your neck, still planting soft kisses on your skin. His lower back was starting to ache from the position, but there wasnât anywhere else heâd rather be.
And then all the discomfort in his body was put in the shade when you moaned quietly, pressing yourself against him more and wrapping your arms around Joelâs neck.
âDo you wanna get back to my room?â you asked after a while, and Joel hummed into your skin, now littered with love bites his lips and teeth left in their wake.
âYou want me to fix that shelf of yours?â he teased back, making you snort.
âJust wanna cuddle with you. If thatâs okay.â You nuzzled into his neck, and added quietly. âI can still feel his touch on me. And I only wanna feel you.â
Though Joel would be more than okay with that, by the sounds you were making and the look you were giving him, he doubted thatâs all youâll be doing. Still, his back hurt like hell and he almost let out a relieved groan at the thought of laying down.
âIf you want me, baby. If you want me, then Iâm all yours.â
Not a week has passed, and Joel had to get his toolbox out again â this time to fix your broken bed.
Though now he knew exactly what caused the damage.
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Sorry if this is a bit long, but maybe it could start something like this?
Y/N visits Sam at college with Optimus, who might've came with to harass Sam about helping like an alternative to the scene where they meet at the graveyard. Leo follows Sam out, probably harassing him about the website or whatnot, and basically just kinda stops like "You didn't tell me your sister was hot!" before running up ahead to hit on her, with Sam having his fifth mental breakdown of the day. Optimus isn't happy with Sam's dormmate, to say the least.
First request for the 1000+ follower event!!! Yippie!!!
Bayverse! Optimus Prime x fem!AFAB!human! Reader
OP in love with Sam's friend who is like an older sister of Sam is my favorite trope đđ
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Smut smut smut!!!
Warnings: size-difference! tried to keep this realistic so no penetrative sex. cock humping, clit stimulation. messy cum đ„Ž Also cheesy flirtations from Leo
You were sitting inside Optimus who was in his semi-trailer form as you both waited for Sam to come out of his dorm building so you could surprise him. âYou think heâll be excited to see me, Optimus?â you ask softly, âI know itâs only been one day since heâs been here, but I was so upset I couldnât help him move in,â you say with a small hint of guilt in your voice.Â
âMy dear sweet spark, Sam would be happy to see you,â Optimus said in his soothing deep voice in reassurance through his radio. You smile before affectionately rubbing your hand over his steering wheel. You open your mouth to say something when you see Sam walking out of the building with his roommate in tow. âOh, look! Heâs coming out!â you say happily as you scramble out of Optimus.Â
âSam!â You call out to him, effectively grabbing his attention. âY/N?â Sam says happily as he sees you waving over to him with Optimus chilling behind you with his engine revving. Sam rushes over to pull you into a big hug as he lifts you slightly in his tight embrace. You can't help but giggle brightly as you wrap my arms around his neck tightly. âGod, Iâm the worst big sister ever-,â you start before you get rudely interrupted by Leoâs low wolf whistle making you pull back from the hug and look at him with a raised brow. âDamn, Sam! You didnât tell me your sister was a babe,â Leo says as he pushes Sam to the side a bit as Leo grabs your hand to kiss your knuckles, âIâm Leo, Samâs roommate, and hopefully your future husband,â Leo winks. Sam watches the scene unfold as he tries not to burst out laughing at the clear disgust on your face. Optimus is fuming at the scene knowing you're not exactly enjoying the flirt. Your brows raise in shock as you pull your hand away from him. âCharmed,â you say sarcastically as you wipe your knuckles on Samâs shirt. You turn back to Sam, âAnyways, hon. My husband,â you pause to look at Leo as you lift your hand with your wedding band on it that you wear to fend off creepy men then look back at Sam, âwanted to talk to you. He said it was urgent. So, go get Bee and meet up with us,â you say in a more relaxed tone as you look at Sam. Sam can't help but chuckle lightly before realizing you're talking about Optimus and he let out a sigh. âReally? I canât have one day?â Sam asks exasperated. âNope!â you say as you pop the âpâ, âAnd you know you canât really say no to me and Iâm not exactly asking,â you finish with a cheeky smile before walking over to Optimus and getting inside. âSee you soon!â you say sweetly.Â
âWait! Hereâs my number in case your husband doesnât work out or if you want some spice in your life,â Leo says as he hands you a folded-up piece of paper and he blows you a kiss. Optimusâ engine revs loudly in annoyance at Leoâs insistence. You look at him incredulously and canât help the laugh that comes out of you, âI genuinely donât know where you get this confidence to go after a married woman, but Iâm very much not interested, kid,â you scoff. âLeo, buddy. Trust me. Her husband is a god compared to you,â Sam adds as his hand pats Leoâs back as he guides him away from you.Â
You crumple up the number and toss it aside as Optimus peels out of the parking lot. After a few minutes of driving at a fast speed and Optimus being oddly quiet, you decide to speak up. âMy love?â you ask softly only to hear nothing but silence. You sigh softly, âYou know youâre the best thing to happen to me right? That Iâll never get tired of you and that itâs always you on my mind right? The only one who gets me all hot and bothered,â you say reassuringly with a small giggle at your last statement as your hand caresses the dashboard in a soothing manner. âI know that. Iâm not upset with you. Never with you, my sweet spark,â Optimus says with a soft sigh before pulling off to the side of the road and into a small forested area as he transformed into his humanoid form with you in his servos.Â
He finds a tree and sits down with his back against it as he lifts you up to his face and carefully places kisses on your face and lips. âNo one else could ever have you,â Optimus says as his spike is released and his other hand reaches under your dress to take off your panties only to realize you werenât wearing any and he lets out a low rumbling growl. You smirk slightly, âI have to keep things interesting, Optimus,â you say teasingly. âMy wife,â he says possessively and places you against his warmed-up spike making a shiver run down your spine. His voice and possessiveness were something youâd never dealt with before with him. Optimus was always so gentle and loving, but this⊠this was primal and rough. You begin to rock your hips lightly as your slick covers his spike making it easy for you to feel the ridges of his spike against your clit making you let out breathy moans. His servo wraps around your torso in a firm grip. âPrimus, youâre mine,â Optimus groans out as he gently rocks his hips lightly to create more friction as you grind against his large spike. Your hands grip his spike as you let out a whine at the feeling of him, âIâm yours. N-no one elseâs. I love you, I love you,â you whimper out desperately as your orgasm approaches. Transfluids start to leak from his tip and he pushes your hips down as he starts to apply more pressure to his length as he let out a deep moan from the feeling. Your juices have coated his spike as your thighs tighten and they become lubed up from your essence dripping down the sides of his spike. ââM close, my love,â you gasp out as you continue to moan and whimper from the pleasure. âOptimus!â you cry out as your orgasm wracks through your body and your thighs squeeze around him. Optimus hasnât stopped moving you against his spike as his hand moves down to hold your lower back and ass to continue the grinding. âY-Y/N,â he groans loudly as he twitches and the transfluids shoot out from his spike in large spurts against his abdomen and breastplates.Â
You watch the liquid shine against him and you bite your lip softly. âI⊠donât think Iâll ever get tired of seeing that,â you say lovingly before looking into his blue optics. âJealousy seems to be a great motivator for you⊠itâs quite sexy seeing you so- whatâs the word,â you pause, âso deliciously possessive,â you finish with a smile and a small giggle. Optimus lets out a small chuckle as he raises his other servo to caress your cheek with the back of his finger. âI wasnât too rough?â he asks softly with slight concern. âYour grip may have been too tight, but would I change that? Absolutely not. In fact, I like this rough side a bit,â you smile cutely, âitâs kinda, super, mega sexy,â you giggle brightly making Optimus laugh softly with you. âI love you with all of my spark and every inch of my being, Y/N,â Optimus says lovingly as he leans down a bit to rest his forehead against yours gently. Your hands go on either side of his face as you place soft kisses on his lips, nose, and forehead before resting your forehead back against his as you both close your eyes to breathe in the moment. âI adore you and every bit of me forever belongs to you. Mind, body, and soul. I love you,â you say in a soft whisper.
Bonus:
Sam turns to Bee at the place they were supposed to meet you and Optimus at. "Where are they?" Sam asks confused. Bee shrugs his shoulders and lifts his servos slightly, "Hell if I know," he says through multiple channel changes through his radio.
A/N: lmk what y'all thought about it!! comments appreciated đ«¶đ» tips are also appreciated, no matter how small đ much love and kisses to you all
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Hi!! Congratulations on 4,500 followers, you deserve it and SO MUCH MORE!! If youâre interested and comfortable of course, can I request from the fluff prompts âI like your eyesâ and from the NFSW prompts âI wanna make love to youâ and âyou can be a little rougherâ with Echo please? I love him and Iâm so happy he made an appearance today, he deserves the sweetest and sensual things, thank you!!â„ïžâš
Moonlight***
𫧠Pairing: Echo X Gender Neutral Reader
word count: 1.6k
prompts:
âI like your eyes.â
âI want to make love to you.â
âYou can be a little rougher.â
Summary: The flirtatious gazes and gestures finally leads to something more; but why is Echo holding back?
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, Explicit Sexual Content and Language, Sex, Multiple Positions, Nervous Echo, Reassuring Reader, Dirty Talk, Praising, Light Hair Pulling, Light Rough Sex, Aftercare, Creampie, Cuddling, Kissing, Mutual Pining, Spoiler Free. NSFW under the cut.
Authors note: Cheeky asking for 3 prompts when I said youâre only allowed 2⊠buuuuut Iâm feeling generous đ𩶠and you didnât specify pronouns so I defaulted to GN so I hope thatâs okay?đ©¶
He stands before you, his breath dancing with yours as you both find refuge in a secluded corner, shielded from the prying eyes of the others. "You look so good tonight," Echo murmurs softly, his hand gently resting on your waist, pulling you closer. "It almost feels a shame to undress you."
A flush rises to your cheeks at his compliment, and you bite your lip, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. "Perhaps... but I sense this is something you've desired for quite some time, Sir," you whisper huskily, before claiming his lips with your own, feeling a rush of excitement as he presses you against the wall.
After the consistent exchange of flirtatious glances and the occasional suggestive remarks after months, the tension between you and Echo finally reached its boiling point. Unable to resist any longer, you whispered in his ear for him to follow you after the batch decided to have celebratory drinks at a rather upscale bar.
As you both slipped away, your hands couldnât stay off each other. "I got us a room⊠do you want to do this?" you asked, your words muffled by the heat of his breath against your lips, followed by a gasp as he trailed kisses from your jaw down to your neck.
"Absolutely," he replied, his smirk obvious against your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Just lead the way."
Taking his hand and ensuring the others didn't see (not that it was any of their business anyway), you led him up to the room, a mixture of excitement and a touch of anxiety coursing through you as you entered. You were both really doing this.
When the door hissed closed behind you both, you looked at each other, the realization that you were finally alone together hitting you.
Silently, he unclipped all of his armor pieces and set them aside, you doing the same with your gear, but also slipping off your shirt. Echo gazed at you, nothing but awe in his eyes.
You chuckled at his reaction and pointed to your face. "My eyes are up here, handsome."
"Well, thatâs good to know becauseâŠâ he smirked as he approached, a soft hand cupping your cheek as his scomp rested on your hip, ââŠI like your eyes."
He pulls you closer, both consumed by another fiery kiss until you tumble onto the bed with him falling on top of you, his hand exploring your chest, touching you in all the places you've fantasized about.
Shedding the remainder of your clothes and Echo's, he sits between your legs, admiring you for a moment. "I feel so lucky right now."
"As do I," you grin, your lips swollen and eyes filled with desire as you take in his form. However, when you briefly glance at his cybernetics, you notice him shift uncomfortably. He doesn't say anything, instead chuckling and focusing on his hand's work. Slipping between your legs, you gasp his name as he expertly caresses your sex with precision and tenderness.
"Mmm, do you like that, darling?" he whispers in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Do you enjoy it when I touch you there?"
"Y-yes, oh yes, Echo," you moan, your skin ablaze with desire as he swiftly brings you to climax, his words of praise and encouragement sending you soaring to cloud nine.
Your gaze drifts to his throbbing cock beside you, and you smirk as you reach out, taking it in your hand. His reaction is immediateâa gasp followed by a deep groan. "Such a beautiful cock," you purr, stroking along its length as his movements between your legs intensify.
Desiring to maintain eye contact as you pleasure him, you do struggle to keep your gaze fixed on him. Your eyelids grow heavy as the impending orgasm coils tightly within your core, causing your back to arch in response to his touch. He's biting his lip, gasping, his breaths deep and heavy as his hips grind into your soft palm.
"I want to make love to you," he breathes, and you eagerly comply with his request, releasing his cock and pulling his lips back down to yours, his member pressing against your stomach as his tongue eagerly explores your mouth.
"Then love me, Echo," you pant, your voice filled with longing. "Love me."
He groans in response, taking hold of his cock as he positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with the gentle rub of his tip.
He locks eyes with you as he slowly sheathes into you, filling you gloriously. "Fuck, yesâjust⊠just like that," you moan, sitting up on your elbows, watching as his tip disappears inside you.
As you lay back on the bed, Echo places his hand on your thigh, spreading your legs an inch wider as he begins to rut inside you, his movements slow and tender. "This is all for you, darling⊠all for you," he whispers.
Your eyes flutter closed, savouring the sensation of his stiff cock pushing slow and deep inside you, your body tightening around his girth. But you crave more. You want him to love you passionately, yet at this moment, he's being too delicate.
"Faster, Echo, fuck me faster, baby," you moan, feeling him pick up the pace. But as you open your eyes, you see him deep in concentration.
"You can be a little rougher," you suggest, prompting him to still his movements, his cock remaining warm inside you.
Raising a brow at his concern, you reassure him, "You won't hurt me. I trust you. You can fuck me however you want."
His eyes flash with understanding, and suddenly, both of your legs are draped over one of his shoulders as he bends you almost in half, before he starts slamming down into you with increasing force, eliciting moans that scratch at your throat as he becomes more demanding.
Your hands grip at his shoulders, gasping as pleasure floods your senses, the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin reverberating around the room. "Is this rough enough for you, darling? Do you like it nice and hard?" he taunts, delivering a complete switch-up, bordering on rough yet remaining aware that he will be gentle if you ask him to be.
"Yes! Stars, yes!" you cry out in ecstasy, your legs aching from the intense position, but the pleasure is undeniably worth it.
"So perfect, feel so good around my cock. Canât believe I waited so long to fuck you," he murmurs, his hand gripping your thigh tightly, his scomp ensuring your legs stay positioned over his shoulders. After another minute of him fucking you so good, he releases you, panting before flipping you onto your stomach.
Your face is buried in the duvet, hands gripping tight as he positions himself at your entrance again before sliding in. "O-oh, Echo!"
"Thatâs it, my beauty," he whispers, leaning over you to kiss between your shoulder blades. "Is this okay?"
It's more than okay. He's more than okay.
"Yes, donât stopâdonât stop until you cum inside me, Echo," you beg, earning a sensual chuckle in return as he thrusts into you, his scomp resting on the base of your back and the other tangling in your hair, tassels of hair scrunching between his fingers as he delivers back shots like youâve never experienced before.
With a steady pace and sharp, precise thrusts, your eyes sting from the intensity of him stretching you open and lightly tugging at your hair. "M-More."
He shifts from being on both knees to kneeling on just one, finding a better rhythm as he continues to plow into you, releasing your hair and placing his hand on your shoulder, pulling you back into him so you can meet his thrusts as he pounds you into the bed.
Stars blur your vision once again, your moans muffled by the duvet as he takes you from behind. You can feel your orgasm building again, and by his ragged breaths, you know he is too.
You're moved again, this time onto your side as he slides in behind you, keeping your leg raised in the air as his arms wrap around you, sliding into your slick hole effortlessly. Your gazes lock as he cups your jaw with his hand. "Are you close, darling? I'mâfuckâI'm not going to last much longer."
You nod feverishly, biting your lip as sweat glistens on your body. "Yes, yes, yes, please cum in me, Echo. I need you."
"I've got you," he murmurs, leaning in to tenderly kiss you, his thrusts becoming labored. "I love you so much."
Your arousal peaks at his words, and you whimper your reply into his mouth as you feel his seed fill you up and drain out of you. "I love you too, Echo."
Panting, you reach your climax, your body trembling, but he holds you close, murmuring softly in your ear. "That's it... you did so well." He kisses the side of your head as he slips out of you, the sensation lewd but a wave of tiredness washing over you.
When Echo returns from the refresher after saying he was going to get something to freshen you up, he pauses, his gaze lingering on you as you lie in bed, bathed in moonlight filtering through the blinds, casting shadows over your body.
Sensing his presence, your eyes flutter open, and you warmly smile at him. "See something you like?"
"Absolutely," he chuckles, stepping closer and handing you a cloth and towel. After you freshen up, you curl up under the duvet, Echo slipping in beside you. You nestle into his embrace, the silence between you comfortable.
But as you wince while shifting, he immediately panics. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, sweetie," you reassure him softly, kissing his cheek. "I'm just a bit tender. It's been a while," you admit sheepishly.
"Well⊠if you're sure," he says softly, visibly relaxing.
"I'm sure. I loved tonight. Thank you for being careful with me," you smile, and Echo can't help but plant a kiss on your hair, holding you close until the two of you fall asleep after a perfect night, at long last.
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halloo, I come with a request đ§ââïžââĄïžđ§ââïžââĄïž ofc feel free to ignore it if you don't feel like writing about it or js don't like the request, that's totally OK!!
but I have been thinking about idol!soobin x fan!reader (feeding my delusions HAHAH) maybe the reader started out as a fan but at a meet and greet or something, she caught soobin's eye and then yada yada they get together !!
then, one day, y/n is on her phone and comes across an edit of soobin. ofc edits of him weren't anything new to her considering she was a fan before she got w soobin but this one caught her eye bcs it wasn't about soobin specifically but about his hands đđ she saw it in a whole different light but ofc was too shy to tell soobin herself so she keeps it a secret
but then another day, in their shared apartment, reader is watching yet another edit of soobin's hands but what she doesn't know is that soobin came back earlier than usual and was right behind her, seeing the edit. that's when it clicked, why y/n was more nervous than usual these past few days, staring at his hands. and then well smutđđđ (kinda mean dom soobin plsss)
feel free to alter it as u like or not do it at all HAHAHA just needed to get my thoughts out!! love yaa
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pairings meandomidolbf!Soobin x subfem!reader
warnings size kink, choking, fingering, slight oral (fem receiving) unsafe sex, pet names, cum eating, creampie, slight degradation (plus if I missed anything)
faye's note TOTALLY DOWN BAD FOR SOOBIN'S HANDS THAT I WOULD GLADLY SIGN A PETITION TO START A FANDOM FOR HIS PRETTY HANDS??? GAAHHH! Anyway, although I felt like it took me decades to finish this fic, I enjoyed writing this one. Hmhmhm. đââïž
"Girl, I swear! He was staring at you the whole time!" Your friend exclaimed on your way home after attending a fan meet event with your favorite K-pop boy band, TXT.
"Stop with your delusions, Rain," you chuckled. "Why would my bias stare at me? That's impossible," you said, scoffing at the idea your friend had been conducting on your way home.
"Oh my god, you're such a dumb Soobrangdan, I swear! You're losing your chance!" Your friend was about to burst out, lucky for you, there are only a few locals riding the bus, and they're not paying attention to your friend making a fuss.
You glanced at the photo card dangling on your bag, your bias really looks handsome. You like the other four guys, but youâre committed to Soobin. The tall guy gave the cute yet sexy and hot aura. His bunny smile and pretty face made you fall for him over and over again. --- You weâre a total simp for Soobin.
"Here! Look! MOAs are uploading pictures and videos here and there. Take a look and tell me if I'm wrong!" Rain frowns. You took her phone and scrolled through the platform.
'She's so lucky! Soobin has been staring at her the whole time!'
'She's a Soobrangdan, right? How lucky!'
'Oh, to be stared at by your bias!'
'Prayer reveal, sis!'
It was true. Soobin was looking at you the whole damn time. He looks at the crowd for a second, quickly returning his gaze at you. Oh my god! What in the world have you done to be looked at like this by your bias?!
"Oh fuck, I hope Taehyun would look at me like how Soobin stared at you last time!" It's been a couple of months since the last fan meeting you attended. And this time, you are attending another fan signing event again.
You weren't expecting anything at all, or so you thought. Maybe, deep inside, you're expecting Soobin to recognize you from the crowd. For him to look at you the same way he did last time.
"You're the one who gave me the crocheted KARA lightstick last time, how could I forget you?" Soobin's bunny smile flashed right in front of your face. His big hand is almost covering your tiny ones.
You were giggling the whole time. His hand envelopes yours. He even held your wrist in an almost teasing manner as he compared your size difference. Soobin couldn't stop smiling either. He adores how your hand fits perfectly on his. How the size of your ring finger is the same size as his pinky finger.
And just before you move on to the next member, he sneakily wrote something on the album he was signing.
"I really recognize you, y/n. I hope we can see each other more often," he whispered. "And... don't let anybody touch this album aside from you, yeah?" He smirks as he slides the signed album towards you.
You went home in a dazed state. Your friend couldn't even talk to you properly, frustrated she just shut up. You weren't saying anything aside from the constant "huh?" and "mhm!", while you were clutching the album against your chest tightly.
After doing your nightly routine, you jumped on your bed. The white and orange-colored album caught your eye as you quickly got up and grabbed it.
Sniffing the album, you slowly turned every page. Admiring every beautiful face on each page. Until you saw his picture near the middle partâit was Soobin's picture.
'Hi pretty, call me if you're free.' was written on the edge of the page along with a phone number. Your jaw dropped to the floor, confused and baffled.
You were expecting something more like a sweet message or such, not a 'call me' note.
Yet you found yourself dialing the number written on the page of the album.
"H-hello?" You muttered when you heard a deep breath on the other end. "I-is this Soobin? Choi Soobin?" You were practically biting your nails while muttering the words carefully. What if it's just a bluff?
"Y/n?" the voice answered. Alas! It was Soobin!
"H-hi! I... I'm... I just--"
"Calm down, sweetie," Soobin chuckled.
You took a deep breath and whispered a soft hi. Soobin hums as an answer. The call was short, because Soobin was busy with his schedule. Well, that one-time call already meant a lot to you, who are you to complain?
A couple of months later, TXT organized another fan signing event for their comeback stage. This time, it was a lot bigger than the other. This time, thousands of people are expected to participate. And once again, you and your friends were lucky to acquire the VIP ticket.
It was a crisp autumn evening, and the anticipation in the air was electric. Fans from all corners of the city had gathered for the long-awaited fan meeting of TXT, their favorite boy band. Among the thousands in attendance, you found yourself at the front of the stage, heart racing as the boys took their places.
As the event kicked off, Soobin scanned the crowd, his gaze dancing over faces filled with excitement until it landed on you. You felt your cheeks flush, unsure if it was the light or the warmth of his gaze that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as his eyes locked onto yours, a playful smirk breaking across his face. You quickly looked down, too shy to hold his gaze any longer, but not before you noticed the playful glint in his eyes.
âWhoâs ready to have some fun?â Soobin called out, his voice laced with enthusiasm. The crowd erupted in cheers, but all you could think about was that moment of connection. As the various activities unfoldedâgames, Q&As, and performancesâyou couldnât shake the feeling that Soobinâs eyes kept drifting back toward you.
During a particularly lively segment, he started to walk toward the edge of the stage, playfully teasing the fans. You held your breath, half-expecting him to call someone else into the spotlight. Then, without warning, he pointed directly at you. âYou! Come here!â
Your heart stopped. âMe?â You stammered, disbelief evident on your face as you made your way to the front. The crowd parted with laughter and cheers, urging you on. With each step, the adrenaline surged, and by the time you stood before him, your heart was pounding furiously.
âHi! Whatâs your name?â Though his eyes were actually screaming, he knew your name, leaning closer, his warm smile making it hard to concentrate.
âUhm, it's y/n," you managed, your voice barely audible above the loud cheers around you.
âWell, arenât you brave?â He said with a playful wink. âI have a feeling youâre going to be my favorite fan tonight.
âYou couldnât believe itâhe was flirting with you right there in front of everyone! The other members laughed and encouraged him, but he didnât take his eyes off you. As the event progressed, he kept making lighthearted jokes, steering the attention back to you each time.
When the event ended, he stepped down from the stage and walked toward you. âYou know,â he said, his voice low enough for only you to hear, âI think we should hang out sometime. Iâd like to get to know you better."
Your breath caught in your throat as the other members around you gasped. Was he really asking you out? âAre you serious?â You asked, trying to mask the disbelief with a teasing smile.
"Absolutely,â he smiled back, mischief dancing in his eyes. âWhat do you say? Just us, away from the cameras and crowds?â
After exchanging contact information with a heart full of hope, your night wrapped up, but that was only the beginning. Over the next few weeks, Soobin kept his promise. Text messages turned into phone calls, and soon enough, the two of you were meeting in secret cafés, parks, and even sharing ice cream on chilly evenings. Each moment together deepened the bond you were forming.
Dating someone like Soobin wasnât without its challenges; the scrutiny of being in the public eye weighed heavily on both of you. But amidst the noise, you found solace in the quiet momentsâthe way he would listen intently as you spoke, the laughter you shared over inside jokes, and the warmth of his hand finding yours.
One night, while walking beneath a canopy of stars, Soobin gently squeezed your hand and said, âI never expected to find someone so genuine in this crazy world. Iâm really glad you caught my eye that day.â
With your heart racing, you looked up at him, his face lit with anticipation. âI'd never imagined myself dating you, Soob, I even thought you're joking. But... Youâve changed my life in ways I never could have imagined. You made me love life even more,â you sighed.
In that moment, the world faded away, leaving just the two of you standing under the sparkling sky, two hearts dancing to a rhythm that felt undeniably right.
"Were you watching edits of me again?" You were startled from where you were sitting when Soobin spoke.
"Oh my god, Bin! At least announce that you're home, else Iâll end up dying young," you joked, your hand still on your chest.
Soobin chuckled, planting a kiss on your forehead, "I did, sweetie. Maybe you're just too focused on what you were watching that you didn't even hear me. What if it's not me? What if it's a killer or a thief?" Soobin pouts as he melts into your arms.
"What the hell are you saying? Do they have the house key?" Your eyebrows raised into a frown and Soobin pouted.
It's been only 3 months since you started officially dating him, yet you knew almost everything about him. You're too familiar with when he's stressed out, or when he's angry, or when he just wants to be clingy.
One typical Saturday afternoon, while the sun was casting a warm golden hue across the room, you sat on your bed, scrolling through social media.
You found yourself watching a short video clip that featured your boyfriend in a relaxed interview setting. He was gesturing with his hands, those long, slender fingers of his gliding through the air as he spoke animatedly about his passion for music. You couldnât help but feel a flutter in your chest as you admired his natural charisma. You had always found him attractive, but something about his fingers today set your imagination racing.
The way he drummed his fingers on the table, or how he would push his hair back while speaking, was captivating. You leaned in closer, your face flush with warmth, almost forgetting the world around you. The clip had sparked a whirlwind of fantasies in your mind, and you lost yourself in thoughts of how his fingers might feel on your skin, exploring and teasing.
Just as you were about to replay the video for the third time, you heard a soft click at your door. Your heart raced as you quickly looked away from your phone, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.
To your surprise, it was Soobin himself, looking casual yet undeniably cute in his oversized hoodie. âHey, i'm home,â he said, a playful smile spreading across his face. You froze, phone still in hand, the video still playing in the background as your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.
âWhat were you watching?â he asked. You felt your throat go dry, words barely finding their way out. âUm, just a⊠a video,â you stammered, avoiding his gaze.
He stepped closer, his curiosity piqued. âOh really? Is it something interesting?â
For a second, you thought of showing it to him, telling him about it, yet you shut it off and brushed it all aside.
"W-what do you want for dinner?" You muttered, shoving your phone in your pocket.
"Don't cook tonight, I booked a restaurant." Soobin smiled, shrugging off the matter that was the video on your phone.
You took a quick shower, picked some nice casual clothes, and took his hand in yours, walking hand in hand once again.
Soobin makes a joke about you might be cheating on him and that you're hiding something from him. But of course, you showed proof you didn't do anything of the sort.
Dinner went well. Aside from some pair of eyes probably boring holes in your skull, Soobin made you comfortable nonetheless. You had a good time with him again, after a while of being busy with his hectic schedule.
The next day, Soobin went out earlier than usual. They were called in for a sudden meeting for their upcoming shoot.
You were enjoying your time alone. Baking some goods for him to taste when he gets home. Cleaning and rearranging the house stuff for a cleaner and cozy space. You even changed the curtains, the sheets, the pillowcases, and the blankets.
After a whole day of cleaning, you sat down on your usual spot on the sofa, turning on your phone to consume some entertainment. You found yourself searching for the clip you had watched yesterday.
And once again, it made your head spin. His long and slender fingers look so pretty. His huge hand made you think about something unholy. Your fingers slowly digging into the soft pillow, your thighs rubbing against each other.
His eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise, a soft laugh escaping his lips. âMy fingers? What about them?â
You jolt up from where you were sitting, quickly shutting off your phone and shoving it face down on the couch.
"H-hey! Y-you're phone--- I mean home!" you exclaimed, quickly hitting your head and cursing yourself for messing your words up.
You felt your face grow even warmer, heart racing. The heat of embarrassment surged through you, but there was something unmistakably thrilling about his interest. Soobin tilts his head to the side, curious of what that was all about.
"Theyâre just⊠really nice,â you finally admitted, barely above a whisper, a mix of shyness and audacity washing over you.
Soobinâs smile widened, and a glimmer of something playful sparked in his deep-set eyes. âNice, huh? I guess there are worse things to be complimented on.â He took a step closer, invading your personal space, making you acutely aware of how your body responded to his proximity.
You could feel the coldness of the concrete wall seeping through your thin shirt and kissing your warm back.
Suddenly, the air was thick with tension, a magnetic pull drawing you toward him. He leaned down slightly, tilting his head, his gaze locked onto yours. âYou know, I can show you just how nice they areâŠâ His voice dropped to a whisper, the teasing lilt sending shivers down your spine.
Without thinking, you leaned forward, and the space between you collapsed. The spark ignited, and Soobin captured your lips in a soft, tentative kiss. It was electrifying, leaving you breathless and wanting more.
As he pulled back, you gasped at the intensity of the moment, still dazed.
"Are you okay?â he asked, a mix of concern and mischief playing on his features. You nodded, your heart racing. âI think so⊠I just never imaginedâŠâ
âNeither did I,â he interrupted, his fingers brushing against your cheek, a subtle caress that felt intimate and exhilarating. âBut sometimes, the unexpected can lead to something amazing.â
Before you could process it, Soobin pulled you closer, his lips finding yours again, this time more passionately. Your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you melted into him. You could feel his warmth radiating off him, igniting an undeniable fire within you.
As the kiss deepened, his fingers moved down your arms, tracing patterns that sent jolts of electricity through your body. You pulled back for a moment, eyes searching his. âAre you sure about this?â
His playful grin returned, and he nodded. âIf you're down, I'm down. Who am I to decline? Besides, I think you need me," he chuckled as he gripped your waist.
With a rush of adrenaline, you surrendered to the moment, letting go of your shyness and embracing the connection between you. It was as if nothing else mattered; the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in this shared sanctuary of desire.
The afternoon melted into an evening of exploration and passion, every soft touch and lingering kiss drawing you closer. Soobinâs fingers, the very ones that had ignited this whole encounter, explored your skin like an artist painting a masterpiece, each stroke igniting flames of longing in their wake.
"S-soobin," you choked out.
"Yes love? I'm here. I'm still here," he muttered, kissing your neck. He then pulled away and grabbed your arm, sniffing your wrist. "You smell sweet and amazing, did you take a bath already?" he asked. You simply nodded, pulling your hand away and wrapping them around his waist.
"Bedroom? I think I really need you right now," you bit your lower lip as you look up at him.
"You do?" Soobin taunts, lifting one of his hands, gently rubbing your lip. He pulled your lower lip down with his thumb. "I don't know what I could do to you. Your tiny body looks so frail and fragile compared to me."
"Please, need you..." Your eyes pleading to the tall man, rubbing your thighs together, wanting to finally feel him.
Soobin carefully wrapped his hand around your neck, slowly tightening his grip. You heard him curse under his breath when you gasped for air, clutching on his shirt. His grip easily made you lightheaded and your mind hazy. You're totally making him develop his size kink in a sexual way.
"B-bin... S-soobin..." You managed to squeak out as fat tears fell from your waterline. He pulled his hand away, and he watched you catch your breath, whimpering on his chest as you hugged him tight. Not wanting to let him know how turned on you are.
"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, you just look... You looked so pretty when you're all drooling and crying with just my hand wrapped around your neck," he said as he hugged you back, his voice tinged with apology.
"F-felt good... Want more..." You admitted, burying your face in his chest. Soobin carried you all the way to your shared bedroom. Laying you down on the bed, carefully stripping you out of your thin clothes, and hovering above you.
"Y/n, if we don't stop now, I can't guarantee you I would be able to stop later on," he sighed, fingers gently brushing your plush thighs.
"Need you. Need you so much, please..." You begged, grabbing his toned arm. Soobin dipped his head down, kissing the tip of your nose.
"I love you, don't think that I only want your body. I love you because you are you, y/n." You weren't expecting him to spew assurance in the midst of this, especially since he was suddenly talking about your body, but it made you feel at ease for some reason.
He then grabs your hands, restraining them both with just a single hand above your head. "My hands and fingers are pretty, you say? Watch them for me, yeah?" he said as he slowly rubbed your clit.
"Mmphh!" You squirmed under him, a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks.
His digits slowly disappeared in your hole as he fucked you with his fingers. Grinning widely while watching your small frame thrash beneath him.
"Say it again," he commands, "That my fingers are pretty."
"B-bin mmphh! Your fingers are--- ahh! Are p-pretty!"
"How pretty are they?" he edged, curling his long fingers inside.
"Ohh! S-so pretty w-wanna c-cum--fuck ahh! W-wanna cum on them!" You managed.
"Mhm, go ahead, do it."
With a few more pumps, you came undone on his fingers, body twitching from sensitivity. His face lit up, looking proud that he managed to make you come on his fingers. When he pulled out his fingers, they were glistening with your arousal. Sticky. Wet. Creamy.
Yet your eyes were fixed on his essence-covered fingers. It didn't escape his sight, smirking as one nasty idea came to his mind.
He shoved his fingers in your mouth, letting you taste yourself. Allowing you to suck on his pretty fingers covered with your slick. Making you play with his fingers with your warm and hot tongue.
"Damn, you look so sexy like this. If only I knew about this, we should've done this earlier," he chuckled as he swirled his fingers on your tongue.
"Do you taste good? I bet you do." He smiled before pulling his hand away from you and dipping his head on the lower region of your body. Gripping your thighs to keep them open, licking a long stripe on your dripping pussy.
Your body arched as a guttural moan escaped from your mouth. "Damn, you do taste good, should've done this to you before."
If he has long fingers, no doubt that he has a long tongue too. That he could even tongue-fuck you and would possibly make you cum again if only he stayed longer.
Soobin pulled out a pack of condoms that had been sitting in his wallet for a long time now. "What if we hit it raw instead?" His voice was joking, yet you agreed.
Soobin was packing. Girthy --- Veiny. Thick. Long.
"B-bin too b-big!" You whined. He made you straddle him, claiming he'd reach deeper inside you in this position. Not to mention the pack of condoms discarded and long forgotten on the floor.
"Baby, you can take me. I know you can. Youâre doing so good. Doing so fucking good, my pretty girl." His fingers traced the prominent bulge on your tummy. "See? I'm deep inside you. In here. Look. You're such a good girl," he coos, poking and pushing at the bulge.
His lips captured yours once again. Kissing you fervently yet carefully. "You're so tiny," he giggled as he leaned back, pulling your lower lip again with his thumb. He wasn't expecting you suck his finger into your mouth.
"Dirty," he remarks, and he felt you clench around his cock.
"Fuck, you want that? You want to be called dirty? To be called a slut?â He felt you clench around his cock again.
"Angel, didn't know you're this kinky?" he chuckled. "Aside from being choked, you quite love getting degraded, hm?"
"B-bin, 's too m-much?" You whined, wanting to hide on his neck, but he insists on watching your face contort as he rearranges your guts.
"Poor baby," he coos, red cock ramming your overstimulated cunt even harder. Your wanton moans got louder and high pitched. His thrusts got sloppy and erratic.
"Fuck, won't last long, mmphh!" His head thrown back as he grips your waist, pushing your body down on his cock, slamming through your cervix.
"M-me neither, please, n-need more," you whimpered.
One of his hands flew up to your neck, restraining your lungs to acquire enough oxygen, making your mind a little hazy and your pulse throb for a bit while he shoots his cum inside you.
"Shit!" he hisses, convulsing, as he leans his forehead on your shoulder, loosening his grip on your neck. The corner of his lips curled up when he heard you panting, gasping for air, your body twitching above him as you came undone for the second time. Your boyfriend developed many kinks, after all.
He slowly pulled away, a glob of cum flowing out from your spent hole. "Let's get you cleaned up," he whispers, along with the soft kisses being planted on your temple. You shook your head and pulled the blanket over your bodies instead, hugging him tight, neglecting the sticky feeling.
Soobin then decided to rest and clean up later. He doesn't want you to be sulky and mad anyway, so he just hugged you closer to him, gently massaging your sore body.
Smiling to himself with his eyes closed after realizing something. That when he chokes you, he now knows you love it. When he shoves his fingers on your mouth, he now knows you're reeling at the feeling. When he restrains both of your wrists with just a single hand, given how huge his hand is. He might be your big, clingy baby at times, but he's a total daddy in bed. He likes to show power and dominance towards youâhis pretty little angel.
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long way home
GIF by lilacevans
pairing: dark!lee bodecker x curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ ONLY. cnc smut. spanking. unprotected sex. use of the word âdaddyâ but not pertaining to lee. fluffy ending!
words: 4.7k
notes: truly cannot believe i finally finished this lol. this is as self indulgent as ever but hey thatâs the way fanfic should be imo. đ anyway! thank you in advance for reading, and i hope you enjoy!
comments and reblogs always welcome and always appreciated. đ«¶đ»
The sirens that start sounding just moments after you pass the curve of the desolate road have your heart lurching and stomach dropping.
âNo, no, no, no, no,â you mutter pathetically as you try to take a deep calming breath.
You signal youâre going to pull over and the sheriffâs car follows behind you.
Itâs late and there arenât any other cars around as the sun sets on the horizon. Itâs nearly 90° out, cooler than the day had been earlier, but the heat is still suffocating. You canât fathom wanting to pull someone over right now.
You get your wallet out and grab the envelope that holds your insurance and technically out of date registration. Youâre sure you know what this will be about.
As you watch the Sheriff emerge from his cruiser, you almost pity him as he wears what you can only assume is a very scratchy uniform. Long sleeves, pants, and a ridiculous looking hat. You donât really feel bad though, he did this to himself.
As he approaches the back of your car, he squints as he looks into your vehicle. His hands find his belt as he saunters closer, a toothpick in his mouth that he plays with.
Your anxiousness builds as he takes his sweet time getting to your window.
You greet him with a forced smile as he leans down, slapping one hand on the hood of your car while he peers down at you, getting closer.
âHi,â you offer timidly.
âEveninâ, darlinâ,â he drawls as he takes you in; clear blue eyes roving you up and down, twinkling with somethingâŠoff putting. When his gaze meets yours again, his tongue moves his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. âYou know why I stopped you?â
âMy tags,â you answer, earning a squint from him.
âYour tags?â
âWas that,â your eyes round, ânot why?â
He chuckles, âYou got a light out, darlinâ.â
âOh,â you mutter.
âYeah,â he responds dully. âExpired tags, ya said?â
âWell,â you start, âtheyâre not exactly expired. The ones on my car are old, but the registration was paid for. I just donât have the stickers yet,â you try to explain.
âLong way from home, arenât ya?â
âUhm,â your brows furrow before you can school yourself at his change of subject, âI- yeah. Just passing through on my way back.â
âHm.â
Itâs quiet between you as the air grows tense. You donât know what to do or say, you just wait for him to continue.
âIf I run your plates, am I gonna be catchinâ you in a lie?â
You stare dumbly for half a second. âUhm, I donât⊠I dont know how itâll look or show up. I need to get my car smogged before I can get the new tags,â you admit, âbut the registration is paid for. My dad paid it, he sent me the receipt and everything, I can pull it-â
âDaddyâs girl, huh?â
Your words cut off instantly but your lips stay parted in a sort of shock. Did he actually just say that? Ew. Your stomach roils at his words. At the way heâs looking at you, leaning into your car.
You titter, an uneasy sound escaping you as you give a wince of a smile. What are you supposed to do in a situation like this?
âI,â you breathe, donât make matters worse, âyeah, I guess I am,â you shrug, offering a close lipped attempt at a smile.
Your response gets a wicked grin from him as he laughs and it makes you feel disgusting. You have to suppress the shudder that threatens to give away your agitation.
He isnât an ugly guy, far from it if youâre being honest, but this is entirely inappropriate. Youâre all alone out here with this man, a sheriff at that, and his creeping on you is verging from annoying to scary.
âWell unfortunately for you, sweetheart, I donât think your daddyâs gonna be able to get you outta this one.â
His blue eyes are darker now and his voice is lower as he drawls his words.
Your heart stutters in your chest, squeezing as anxiety seizes you.
âWhat, what do you mean, sir?â you eek out through your tight throat, lashes fluttering as you search his eyes for any sort of humor, a sign that things arenât as serious as heâs just made them sound.
âWell, you got a tail light out, old tags on your car, and your registration may be paid but that doesnât mean itâs been renewed. Iâd hate to have to take you in for somethin-â
âTake me in?â your voice raises despite yourself, âwhy would you take me in? You can just give me the tickets, Iâm not arguing, I-â
âDid it sound like I was finished talkinâ, darlinâ?â he says, voice level but firm as he eyes you sharply.
Your mouth is open in your stupor before you answer, âNo, sir,â you say quietly. âIâm sorry, I just-â
âAs I was sayinâ,â he cuts you off, spitting out his toothpick at his feet before his gaze cuts back up to you. He kisses his teeth as he stares down at you, âIâd hate to have to take you in over somethinâ that could beâŠeasily resolved.â He tilts his head, giving you a knowing look.
Youâre disgusted.
This man is disgusting.
But there is no way heâs insinuating what he seems to be insinuating.
âRight, sir. I will get everything taken care of right away,â you nod with an anxious smile. Maybe playing dumb is the way to go here.
He tsks and your stomach drops right along with your smile.
âYou know, the law here states that a driver gettinâ pulled over in an unregistered vehicle can result in said vehicle beinâ towed and said driver gettinâ their license suspended.â
You swallow hard as you let him continue, trying to will away the welling tears threatening to form in your eyes while you work to steady your breathing.
He sticks his palm out expectantly. Your brows furrow as you look at him until he instructs you. âLicense, darlinâ.â
You scramble and find it in your wallet, handing it to him. His hand closes on yours as you place it in his hand and you force yourself not to jerk away too harshly as you pull your hand from his.
He examines your license as you wait with bated breath. You wish you could just put your car in drive and forget this stop ever happened.
âReally are a long way from home,â he muses. He drawls your name and flashes his eyes back to you for a split second. âHm. Little old to have your daddy payinâ your bills, donât ya think?â
You donât respond. Shame and guilt at the reminder of your folly nipping at you again - worse now under the gaze of this man. You look at his badge as he keeps reading your license. Bodecker.
âDonât worry, sweetheart, Iâm not judginâ ya,â he smiles as he hands your license back to you, held between two fingers. You try to meet his eye but your embarrassment and anxiety keep you from holding it long as you slowly reach to take it back.
âIâve always been under the belief that pretty ladies like yourself shouldnât have to take careâa things like that on their own. Should have a man to take care of âem.Â
Seeinâ as that manâs still your daddy, Iâm assuminâ you havenât found someone for yourself yet,â he eyes you, ânow howâs a gorgeous girl like you single?â
Your skin is crawling but deep down youâre almost grateful for the distraction from your law breaking.Â
Almost.
âSorry, sir, officer-â
âSheriff,â he corrects.
âSheriff. Am I getting ticketed, orâŠ?â you trail off. Agitation ticks in his jaw and you regret not playing along and answering his question immediately. âItâs just, itâs a long drive and I was hoping to make it home by tomorrow night,â you swallow hard, unconsciously clenching your jaw as you tense up.
âRight,â he scoffs. âWellâŠâ he takes a deep breath, âlooks to me like we got two options here, darlinâ. And ticketing ainât one of âem. Why donât you do me a favor,â he says, stepping away from your door slightly, âturn off the engine and step outta the vehicle for me.â
âSheriff?'' Your voice is quiet, undertoned with the terror you feel creeping up your spine. Why do you need to get out of your car? Why did your taillight have to go out? Why did you have to open your stupid mouth before he even told you what he was pulling you over for? Why did you have to drive through this stupid little town to begin with!
âIâm beinâ nice, sweetheart. Now you can either get outta the vehicle or I can remove you from it and put you in the backâa my own.â The turn of his voice, the dark shift in his eyes, you donât have it in you to not listen to him.
You shut off the car, unbuckling your seatbelt, and slowly grab the door handle, breathing deeply as you push it open and step out.
God, itâs hot. You hold back a whine at the humidity that surrounds you and shift uncomfortably before the sheriff. Heâs tall, and ten times more intimidating now that thereâs not a metal barrier between you. You pull on the strap of your tank top as you wait for his next instruction.
âKeys,â he orders, holding out his hand.
Youâre frozen despite the heat as you look at him with rounded, unsure eyes. You clutch them tighter in your hand.
You stutter a breath as he steps closer to you. He stares in your eyes as he grabs your hand and takes the set of keys easily before he strides past you back to his cruiser. You follow him with your eyes, turning your head to watch him over your shoulder.
He throws your keys into his car along with his hat before he shuts the door and comes back toward you.
âTwo options,â he repeats as he stands behind you. âI think I know which one would be best for both of us.â
You feel heavy hands grip your hips and you shudder under his touch, a sharp gasp leaving you as youâre yanked back into the sheriffâs body. Heâs groping you. Heâs groping you and thereâs no one around to see or stop him. Thereâs no one around to help you. Thereâs nothing you can do.
âEither I call a tow and get your vehicle taken down to the yard and take you in the back of my cruiser,â he rumbles in your ear as he leans into you, âor,â he breathes, his lips tickling your jaw as he lowers his head toward your neck,
âAnd this is the option Iâm rootinâ for-â he smirks, â-you get down on your knees and take careâa this,â he intones as he grinds his stiffness into your backside, earning a breathy squeaky from you as you squeeze your eyes shut. Praying to anyone who might be listening that this is all just a bad dream, that it isnât real. âAnd Iâll take careâa you, darlinâ,â he simpers darkly, his hands slithering down your body as he gropes you without care. You canât do so much as eke out a word as he touches you. You want to scream, tell him to stop, to just take you to his station and tow the damn car. But you canât. And even if you could⊠where does that leave you? Your parents have done so much for you already - too much. You canât put more on them, canât keep running to them to solve your problems. The sheriff was right, you realize, your dad isnât gonna be able to get you out of this.
No one can.
You wonât be able to afford getting your car out, and you wonât have any way home.
He says you have two options. But it seems you both know that you only really have one.
âMm,â he hums as he squeezes your hips and tummy, his thumb rubbing along the exposed skin at the hem of your top, âyouâre soft.â
His hands slide around your body, pressing on your stomach as he works one down the front of your leggings.
Itâs in the blink of an eye that you find yourself pressed against the side of your car, the sheriff firm on your back as he holds you in place. He has one arm around your waist as his other is down your pants. He forces a leg between yours as he urges you to spread them for him. Your knees hit the car as you begin to struggle and your chest squeezes.
The sheriff shoves himself hard against you and your body is forced even more firmly to your car as you cry out at the force. You grab onto his forearm as his thick fingers rub against your covered cunt.
âAh-ah,â he admonishes, ânoneâa that now, sweetheart,â he rubs himself against your ass. His fingers donât stop as they pull at the fabric of your underwear, finally getting the access he was looking for.
He chuckles and tears prick at your eyes in your mortification as you mewl pathetically, hiding your face against the car - your wetness undeniable as he delves between your folds. You groan as he pokes at your entrance. He swirls around your wetness and drags his fingers up your sex. He nudges your clit and your breath catches at the shock.
âThere she is,â he smirks, his lips against your cheek. He presses on your clit and rubs the button in sloppy circles as your voice raises despite yourself.
âSheriff, please,â you quake under his touch. Youâre firm against your car as he keeps you pressed with his weight.
âYou ainât gotta beg, darlinâ, Iâll give ya what you need.â
It sounds like a taunt as you teeter on the edge. His fingers work you closer and closer to your unwanted high and as you tense and a desperate moan leaves you, a deep moan sounds from him in turn. âYouâre almost there, ainâtcha,â he breathes harshly.Â
Your eyes stay screwed shut as you try to block him out while your nerve endings blaze in the building tension. That coil deep inside you winding tighter and tighter as it threatens to snap.
âThat was a question, darlinâ, fuckinâ answer it,â he growls meanly in your ear as he jerks you against the car again.
âYes,â you cry, not bothering to lie. âYes, yes, yes, yes, yes,â you murmur pathetically as that coil finally snaps and your orgasm crashes over you. You hold onto his arm without thinking as you come and barely register when he kisses your hair softly, keeping you upright and against him as you come down; your soft cries like music to his ears.
He slips his hand from your pants and you let go of him, leaning on the car instead as you try to calm your breathing.Â
âMuch as Iâd like to feel that sweet little mouth aâyours around me,â he sniffs, âbe a damn shame to not fill you up when your pussyâs cryinâ for me like she is.â The sound of his belt jingling and his zipper cutting through the air has you spinning around in horror.
âNo, please. You canât do this,â you whimper, âplease, sir, I-â
Youâre cut off by the sheriffâs hand gripping your jaw as he squeezes harshly while you look at him with pleading eyes and puffy cheeks.
âYou listen to me, and you listen good, sweetheart,â he sneers in your face, âI can do whatever the hell I want to do, whenever the hell I want to do it, you understand me?â
Itâs a question you know heâs expecting an answer to as you struggle out a âyesâ through his tight grip.
He lets go of your face and moves to take your arm, his grip still as tight and harsh. You can feel his strength in every move he makes against you. âWalk,â he instructs as he urges you from your car and toward his cruiser.
You canât breathe as a renewed wave of anxiety flows through you the closer to the back of the car you get. âWait, you said-â
âI know what I said,â he interrupts you, stopping you in your walk as he gets in front of you to pull open the back door of his cruiser. âYou ainât in handcuffs, now, are you?âÂ
You shake your head ânoâ.Â
âThen quit your blubberinâ.â
He grabs you close again, quickly and easily shoving you down face first into the back of the car. You squeal and hold yourself up on the seat as he pulls your hips against him while he stands behind you, his back to the empty road. Youâre only half inside the car as you feel him tear down your leggings and underwear. If someone were to drive by right now, theyâd get quite the show as the sheriff shimmies down his still undone pants in kind. Youâre grateful, at least, that you canât see anything. Of course you know whatâs coming next, but you wonât have to watch it, or have him see your face in this position.
The unexpected slap he lands on your ass has you yelping at the sting as he snickers, rubbing the spot gently before he does it again.Â
âYou like that, darlinâ? I can see you gettinâ wetter already,â he taunts as he pushes the small of your back down, arching you more while he admires your cunt from behind. You feel his fingers as he rubs at you, dipping them past your entrance, slipping them in up to his knuckle while you huff through your nose, trying to hold back a moan as he wiggles them before slipping them back out.
You donât know why youâre so shocked when the next thing you feel is his cock pushing into you. No verbal warning, just his heavy hand on your hip as he guides himself into your tight hole. Heâs thick, thicker than youâve ever had, and you want to die at the moan that floats past your lips as he groans in his delight as you're wrapped tightly around his length. His fingers flex on your hip as he frames your other side in kind, holding tightly onto you while he inches deeper inside your walls. He gets to your limit and holds himself there for a long moment. Your body moves on its own, your hips wiggling just the slightest in search of some kind of friction.Â
You feel yourself heat up more in your embarrassment as he groans again, âknew youâd like this,â he says smugly.
You gasp sharply as he begins to move again, sliding almost all the way out of you before pushing right back in, your tight resistance spurring him on as your walls squeeze him snuggly. In then out, over and over again, his thick cock filling you up. With every thrust into you, he makes sure you feel every single inch of him.
Your wetness is undeniable, you can hear the lewd sounds of your fucking loud and clear as youâre rocked between him and the leather seats. The slapping of his hips against your ass and his heavy pants and growls as he grips you tightly, it all adds to the building, buzzing sensation growing inside of you.Â
âGoddamn tight,â he pants, pulling you back into him by your hips as he fucks you hard, his movements growing more erratic the closer he gets. âGonna make me bust inside aâyou, darlinâ. Fill you up nice and fullâa my jizz,â he breathes heavily, groaning and slapping your ass hard, groping you as he moves you back and forth on his thick length.
You mewl, fingers clawing at the leather beneath you, your eyes scrunched in your thieved pleasure as you meet his thrusts. You donât want this, but it feels so good. His cock hits that certain spot just right, and you canât stop yourself from fucking him back in search of more. Itâs awful, and it feels like heaven.
âFuck, Iâm gonna bust,â he moans, one hand slipping from your hip down to find your clit. Your walls clench around him as he winds you tighter with his touch. You donât have a voice as you squeak a moan, eyes rolling as you drone out mindlessly, completely cock drunk as he slams into you, chasing his orgasm.
You're overcome by your own, blindingly so as the sheriff works you through it. You quake beneath him and suddenly feel the hot spurts of his come as he lets go inside of you, curses tumbling from his lips as he does, his hold on you never faltering.Â
Slowly he comes down, chuckling through heavy breaths as he loosens his grip on you, instead rubbing circles on your hip.
Youâre both breathing hard and you turn around gingerly to look at him, still holding yourself up on your arms. Heâs pulling his pants up and zipping his fly when you both hear a rumbling approaching from behind the curve of the road just behind where youâre parked. Your brow is quirked as you listen. Head still foggy from your orgasm, you donât piece together what the sound is.Â
âShit,â he curses as he fumbles with his belt, working quick to fasten it. âGet in, lay down, darlinâ,â he instructs, pushing you back gently and closing the door on you just as you see headlights coming up from around the curve.Â
You heed his instructions and lay down on the seat, heart racing, adrenaline pumping as you strain to listen past the doors of the cruiser.
You hear the car that was approaching slow down as they come up on the scene of your two cars, clearly curious. No one ever takes this back road, not even the oldtimers - not unless traffic is really bad on the main highway. But itâs late on a Sunday night, the highway is surely clear, and so should this road be, too.
âSheriff Bodecker,â an old voice croons, âis that you, dear?â
âAh, Mrs. Greenly,â the sheriff greets, âhow are ya, maâam?â
âJust fine, Sheriff. Cominâ back in from pickinâ up Walterâs medicine outta town. Everything alright out here?â
âEverythingâs fine, maâam. Just an abandoned vehicle we got a call about, had to come check it out before we call for a tow,â he nods toward your car. âNothinâ to worry about,â he smiles.
âOh,â she accepts, âwell, you have a nice night, Sheriff. Stay safe.â
âThank you, maâam. You have a nice night, now,â he returns.
âAnd tell your little lady I said hello,â
âI certainly will,â he smiles again, nodding at her as she does the same.
You listen as she drives off, picking back up her speed as she does.
You hear the steps he takes as the sheriff comes back over to the door. You stare hard at him as he opens it to you and you sit up.
âWhat was it you said about this road never being used?âÂ
He laughs, leaning down close to you, taking your face gently in his hands before he presses his lips to yours, kissing you deeply as you lean up into his touch, kissing him back just as fervently. A sudden desperation coming over you, you try to pull him down with you, to be closer.
He breaks away with a heavy breath, eyes closed as he presses his forehead to yours. When he opens them, youâre met with brilliant blue eyes gazing back at you.Â
âI donât recall usinâ the word âneverâ,â he evades as you shake your head at him.
âLee Bodecker,â you say, pulling him down further into the backseat with you as you wind your arms around his neck, âyou sir, are a menace. A silver tongued devil.â
He smirks and kisses you again before he gets off of you, getting out of the car and standing up with a groan. He holds his hand out for you and you take it as he helps you out of the car. Thereâs a sticky mess between your legs but you ignore it as you pull your leggings all the way back up.
Lee closes the door and turns you so your back is against it as he stands in front of you.
âBut did you like it?â He asks, leaning into you just a bit.
You bite down your smile and nod, âYeah, I did.â
âKnew you would,â he says against your lips as he kisses you again. His hands fall to your waist as he holds you. âYou were realâ convincinâ, too. Almost had me second guessinâ myself.â
You titter at that, âYeah?â you ask.
âMhm,â he affirms. âBut then I heard that sweet little moan a yours.âÂ
âCouldnât help it,â you murmur softly as his lips tickle yours. Just barely touching as you breathe him in.
âWell,â he kisses your lips softly one last time before he pulls away from you completely, âitâs hot as hell out here, sweetheart,â he walks around to the passenger door of the cruiser and opens it for you. âWhy donât I take you home and see if I canât get any other sounds outta ya,â he simpers. You meet him at the door, standing before him with a raised brow. âBeen killinâ me not hearinâ my name fall from your pretty lips all night.â
You smile as you touch his cheek. âYou wanna hear me moan your name?â Lee purrs in your attention as he steps closer to you. You smirk and bend to get into the car. âGonna have to make me.â
He licks his lips as he watches you, closing the door for you once youâre settled. He gets in on the driverâs side and you continues, "But first I'm gonna need a shower. And a lotta cuddles," you add with a soft smile as you peer at him with loving eyes.
"I can do that," he agrees, the corner of his lips turned up in a half smile, his gaze just as soft for you.
"Home we go, then," you simper.
He turns his head back to the windshield and huffs as he takes notice of your car again.
He looks at you in exasperation, sighing. âYou and this damn car.â
You look back sharply in challenge.
âLook, I already told ya Iâm not lettinâ you drive all the way across the country alone in that thing. And I know your dad already paid your fees, butâŠâ he sighs again and you wait for him to continue as you keep your eyes on his. âWhatâs it gonna take to get you to finally register it here, huh? Itâs been two years. And I shoulda given you a ticket for it 22 months ago,â he adds.
You laugh, âShoulda, coulda, but you didnât.â
He narrows his eyes at you but it only makes you laugh more.
âItâs not my fault you flirted instead of ticketing,â you grin as you lean over the console to kiss him. âBut I am grateful for it.â
You sit back down in your seat and buckle your belt as Lee hides his own smile at the memory of your first meeting, putting the car in drive as he rolls up to yours.Â
âGotta grab your wallet,â he says as he stops and gets out. You watch him as he does, admiring him - and weighing his previous question.
He gets back in, handing your wallet to you before he starts driving again, heading back into town.
âItâd be a bit of a hassle, ya know,â you muse aloud, âhaving to register here, getting a new id, new license, all that. Seems a little pointless just to change the state Iâm living inâŠNow if there was something else that needed changing, something more important, something like,â you sigh dramatically, âmy name, for instance, well then maybe thatâd get me to finally do it,â you shrug. Lee looks over to you so quick at the mention of changing your name, you almost worry he mightâve hurt himself, but the lopsided grin that lights up his face assures you heâs just fine.
âTwo years is a good while,â you add with a small smile of your own. âPlus, this place,â you emphasize, hoping he gets your meaning, him, you think as you reach for his free hand while he steers with his left, âfeels a lot more like home than home ever has.â
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Din gets jealous when you cuddle an ewok
WARNINGS: None just Din being a jealous tin-man đ however if you donât like cuddling, this is not the fic for you.
A/N: Letâs be honest, how can you not want to cuddle an Ewok? Also, thereâs no way in hell Din would ACTUALLY just let you pull him up to a treehouse. That man would have you thrown over his shoulder so quick- (I need to stop before I re-write this fic) đ« also I should mention Din probably knows what ewoks are but for the sake of this fic and my sanity, letâs all pretend he has no clue (since it wouldnât be a surprise anyway considering how he barely understands what a Jedi is) đ€
READER does not have a specified gender, they/them pronouns used. Reader is in an established romantic relationship with Din. Reader has parent relationship with Grogu (no gendered title used). Reader does not have a visible disability.
âI canât fathom why youâre terrified of Porgs and not of Ewoks,â Din sighs as you laugh excitedly at the fluffy creatures bringing you random stormtrooper helmets that look like theyâve seen better days. âThat was one time!â You huff, eyebrows narrowing at him as you stick a tongue out towards him. He chuckles as he watches you murmur thank youâs to the waddling balls of fur. âYet it seems to happen every time we encounter them,â he mumbles amusingly causing you to shush him.
You had landed on Endor, finding refuge in the lush forests, surprisingly cool on this sunny planet. It hadnât meant to happen. Encountering pirates on the way to Batuu, the ship was damaged and thus you landed safely onto the green planet unscathed. It had meant to be a quick stop until you had alerted Din to the sighting of something âsmall, round and fluffyâ lurking around the ramp.
Din had been quick to try to deter you, his hand on his blaster as you approached the small bundle of fur, raising a sharp spear your way until you offered it the same blue cookies Din often tried to persuade you not to buy Grogu every time you went to a market. Though much to his surprise, the small creature with large eyes, snatched the snack and gobbled it right up quite happily mumbling some unintelligible language Din couldnât make sense of and nor could you for that matter, still taking its offering hand and letting it pull you into the forest with Din at your heels and a laughing Grogu in his satchel.
Din had protested the short journey to a cluster of high tree houses, spiralling up into the great trees. The little creature had beckoned you up a wooden set of stairs. Din had taken your wrist, looking up at you from the bottom of the steps and could you see his face, you knew heâd be pouting unhappily.
âPlease, meshâla. Come back to the ship. We donât know these creatures.â
You had understood his concern of course but part of you yearned for a detour. An adventure. You had both been travelling to and from planets, often with Din disappearing for days on end to collect bounties for credits while you babied Grogu and took care of the ship in his absence. Part of you felt too cooped up in the ship, almost selfishly thanking the maker for causing it to go to disarray and landing you somewhere new.
The small creature babbled up to you as Dinâs fingers travelled to yours, intertwining your fingers and gently tugging. You looked back to him, âitâs getting dark, Din. We should spent the night at least.â
He sighed as he watched you turn back and with great difficulty tried to communicate to this brown fluff ball if they could give you some place to rest. Din meanwhile looked down at your son, his big eyes blinking up at his buir with intrigue towards his parents new friend. Din shrugged at him in response as the small boys eyes found the back of your head again cooeing.
The bug-eyed creature had brought the both of you to an empty treehouse, one a lot smaller than the others surrounding the area above. It chattered away in a language neither of you understood but it seemed to quickly learn that it was better to show you with gestures than with words. You had thanked the critter by giving it the rest of the cookies from your bag and offered up a parcel of bantha meat to cook that Din had realised you must have snatched from the pantry on the way off the ship. He smiles underneath his helmet, you were always prepared to take care of everyone.
Thatâs what he loved most about you.
âWhat do you think, Din?â You had asked, breaking through his thoughts as he lifted his head to watch you take off your jacket. The small creature had taken the parcel quite happily, waddling excitedly with it out of the house.
âJust one night, cyaârika,â he gently asserted, watching you pout but nod understandably.
âOkay but you have to admit this is pretty neat,â you open your arms twirling on one spot, your eyes looking up towards the top of the house.
A staircase ran around the outside walls, circling to what appeared to be an open topped roof with a balcony. A small table sat in the centre of the room, carved intricately out of wood with what appeared to be a couple of woven moss pillows on either side. Some woven sleeping mats and fur blankets folded neatly in the corner. A fire lantern hung from the staircase and the glow of a fire from outside the hut cast light through the doorway.
Din had to hand it to the creatures, they were rather skilled considering how dopey they looked.
He turned his attention back to you, watching you now pull out two mats and lay them side by side before folding up blankets and placing them down as pillows, setting up your sleeping space. Grogu babbled up at Din who mindlessly lifted his son out of his satchel, watching him scurry off to you, a small hand taking hold of your sleeve as he watched you get everything prepared.
Din wandered off towards the table, removing his weaponry and gear. As he removed some of his armor; opting to keep his chest piece on (just in case), you stood contentedly brushing off your thighs as you overlooked your sleeping arrangements with the small child now gripping your trouser cuff, big brown eyes following your movements. âThere,â you clasped your hands together, looking at your son with delight who cooed almost understandably at your cheeriness. âAre you hungry, adâika?â The boy cried out happily at the mention of food while Din tried to control his exceeding heart rate that fluttered whenever you spoke in his native language.
It wasnât your first language.
You had picked up the odd phrase here and there, asking Din to teach you the proper pronunciation. He did so with ease, not really thinking you would adapt or desire to even use it. Safe to say, he was surprised the first time you used the word adâika to describe Grogu when singing him to sleep one night. Then his legs nearly gave out under him, the first time he heard your sweet voice call him riduur.
He hadnât taught you that one.
So the question was; who did teach you?
âBo told me it means partner,â you had admitted, nervously rocking on your heels at his stuttering reaction. âDid I say it wrong?â You blushed, your lips trembling and eyes watering, worried you may have offended him. Din stepped towards you before stopping himself. If he got any closer, he didnât know what heâd do but he knew for sure, he wouldnât want to stop once he started.
âNo, cyaârika. Your pronunciation was perfect but-â
âBut?â You had interjected, your eyes now on your feet. Din could only recognise the expression as though you were waiting for rejection and that was something Din was absolutely NOT going to do.
âCyaârika?â You lifted your gaze to his visor, âRiduur means a lot more than partner. Bo told you that, right?â
You frowned in confusion and your body shook anxiously as you stumbled to explain, âWell, she corrected me because I called you my boyfriend and she said the proper word for us- I mean, for you and what you mean to meâŠthat word would be riduur.â
Din fell silent.
Bo you fiend, he mentally tsked.
âIt doesnât mean boyfriend, meshâla,â Din found himself saying, thinking it would probably be best to rip the bandage off and let you know now to help you realise that you would want to stop using it.
âOh?â You narrowed your eyes in surprise and he could see the cogs working your brain about why your friend would say that to you.
âUm, it means- well, riduur is- itâs, youâre calling me your husband.â
Your eyes widened and Din had thought he knew how red your face could get but right now your cheeks were as bright as the lava fields of Mustafar.
âIt means- IâŠI called you my husband?â You clarified, your heart pounding erratically.
Din walked to you then silently and your eyes followed his visor until he was stood so close, your head tilted back to meet his gaze. He ran his eyes over your features, noticing that you seemed almost afraid. Not of what he would do. He knew that but afraid that you had upset him.
âYou donât have to stop,â he murmured, a light breath leaving your lips.
âWhat?â You implored and Din could see the way your body reacted. His eyes on your thighs tensing and the way the knuckles in your hands stiffened, your tongue peeking out to wet your lips.
âYou can call me your riduur,â he tilted his head, awaiting your reaction but your cheeks merely bloomed even more crimson than before.
âNer riduur?â
Din smiled. Your voice interrupting the memory as he met your eyes, now kneeling before him with a small clay bowl of cooked meat and an array of greens.
âAre you hungry? Our friends have cooked the meat and weâre sharing it out. They seem quite pleased. This is for you,â You offered the bowl to him. Din tugged his glove off his hand, taking the bowl with his fingers grazing your warm ones.
âThank you, cyaârika. Iâm glad to hear youâre getting along well with them,â he watches as you beamed happily at his words.
âThey seem docile,â you appraised, eyes on the doorway with a finger swiping your chin thoughtfully. âAlthough I believe them to be perhaps territorial when threatened. They would make for useful allies.â
Din grinned under his helmet.
This was just like you. You find the good in everyone.
âHowever,â you began and Dinâs smile immediately slipped.
âHowever?â He urged as your brows narrowed.
You laughed, âI did have to sternly inform them that Grogu is our son and not food.â You stood, turning from him while Din scrambled with his words.
âNer riduur, I donât like the sound of this. We should leave-â
âGotcha,â you turned swiftly on your way out the door, winking at him as he let out a heavy sigh. His heart momentarily starting back up again.
âThat wasnât funny,â he poked at the meat with the wooden spork.
You giggled, âI had to say something to get you to lighten up. Grogu is fine. In fact, heâs more than fine. They actually seem to be steering out of his way. Heâd used the force earlier to get more meat for his plate. I had to scold him. Not the ewoks.â
âEwoks?â Dinâs shoulders lifted interestedly.
âYes,â you nodded, âthatâs what they are called. The creatures. The Ewok species. One of them had an old book with a description of this planet and the inhabitants.â
âInteresting,â Din looked to the doorway, listening to the small sounds of cheering and clashing of dishes.
He turns back and meets your smile, immediately growing self-conscious at the way youâre staring at him. You giggle when his visor darts down to the bowl and wander towards the doorway, hovering a moment with your hand against the small weaved shutter.
âEnjoy, ner riduur, Iâll make sure our son doesnât eat too much,â you wink and Din hums lightly under his breath, feeling the overwhelming need to clear his throat when his face grows hotter at your intense eyes.
He hears you giggling again when you shut the door behind you, ensuring his privacy to remove his helmet as he eats.
He doesnât feel alone as he does though.
Distantly, he can hear the babble of foreign voices and your laughter as well as Groguâs whines for very likely something more to eat. Din takes his time, eating and surveying your conversation from afar. Something he takes great pleasure in.
A few minutes later, Din stands, his mouth dry from his meal, deciding to venture to find if these creatures have anything to wash their local veggies down with.
He abandons his bowl and the hut, following the light sounds of laughter and foreign voices. In front of one of the treehouses above, Din watches the gathering of Ewoks dancing while playing music. While intrigued by their customs, a flash of green appearing in his peripheral catches his attention and he swiftly turns his visor downward to find his son waddling towards him from out of a nearby hut a lot smaller than the others.
Din bends down, picking Grogu up when he reaches for him.
His son babbles to him in a mumble of incoherent words and mandoâa.
âWhere is your parent?â Din says. His visor flashes up towards the party above again but you donât appear to be among them. If you were, Din was pretty sure youâd be prancing around happily like the rest of them.
Grogu babbles again, more increasingly and Din catches the words for âin thereâ translated from Mandoâa. His head turning towards the hue of amber glow emitting from the small hut, shadows dancing from inside.
Din walks toward the door but stops almost instantly before his boots can cross the threshold.
Heâs still when he sees you.
Your back to him, crouched down, he watches as you offer your hands to a darkened corner, murmuring soft reassuring words.
Dinâs heart paces.
Heâs not sure what youâre talking to but nevertheless it has him concerned when his hand lowers to the blaster at his thigh.
Though just as quick as he could hover his hand above it, your hands take the smaller furry ones pulling the shaky ewok from the confines of its comfort bubble. âItâs okay,â you murmur, âsee? You are safe.â Dinâs heart warms, his hand relaxing at his side. âWe are no threat to you,â you whisper and Din goes to turn, a smile on his lips at your tenderness towards these creatures until he sees the way you wrap your arms around the small thing.
He freezes.
You lift it up into your arms, itâs little legs hanging loosely at your side as you clutch it tightly in your embrace, swaying side to side and rubbing your cheek affectionately against its head with a small giggle.
Dinâs heart races so fast, heâs afraid the sound of his pulse is echoing through his helmet from his temples.
What in the maker-
The sound of Grogu blowing a loud raspberry fills the silence.
Din steps back suddenly just as your head snaps in his direction at the door. His feet already carrying him as quietly as possible back to your treehouse, patting a jealous Grogu and repeatedly shushing him as he protests in speedy babbles.
A few minutes later and after some pacing, Din ultimately resolved to putting his still babbling son to bed while thinking, if the little womp rat could coherently speak in more mandoâa, he was most likely mocking him for running away at the sight of you.
Once Grogu was tucked in and secure, (there was no other balcony from the second floor, just an arched window), Din stomps back down the wooden steps, removing his chest piece and gloves. These small creatures may run in packs but if they were trouble, Din was more than sure he could handle them unarmed.
Once slumped against the tree bark, his ears honing for Groguâs steady breaths and satisfied with the gentle sound, he lets his eyes fall closed a moment until the growing thud of boots flashes them open again.
You still at the door frame, taking in the relaxed fold of Dinâs body in the corner of the room, your eyes frowning between the sleep space you had set up and his position.
When you notice the slight tilt of his head, you put your hands on your hips.
Heâs watching you.
Heâs awake.
âWhat?â You inquire, your eyes taking in the silent Mandalorian in front of you. His body stretched out lazily, arm folded against his chest with his back braced against the bark of the treehouse.
Din doesnât respond.
Heâs still fighting the need to shift his body, the discomfort setting in at how hot his face is getting under his helmet. The words burning at the tip of his tongue not quite ready to release. He sighs and you roll your eyes in response, your tired body carrying you up to the second floor to check on your sleeping child.
Leaving the grumpy metal man to his thoughts, Din tries to ignore his desires for you, attempting to drift off to rest but getting a constant flash of the image of you cuddling the Ewok tightly in your arms. Din groans mentally at the sight of your cheek pressed against the top of its furry head, a smile stretched across your face pleasantly. You smooth your fingers through its fur and sway gently from side to side.
Din had yet to hold you like that.
Or hold you in anyway at all.
He had only recently admitted to his feelings and doing so in a rather reserved manner. The closest heâd gotten to touching you was holding your hand. It hadnât progressed any further since. He wanted to wait until you instigated any physical touch but when you hadnât, Din just assumed it was unwanted on your part. So he feared the idea of trying to touch you even with your consent.
Did you really want him to? Heâd never actually asked. Should he ask? Would you reject him?
Heâs not fluffy and his beskar is far from soft but his body can be quite warm after spending most of the day under clothing and armor.
âDin?â Your voice called out in the night.
Oh kriff.
His thoughts had carried themselves to his bed.
The both of you now laying side by side.
A small space between your sleep mats preventing him from feeling your warmth.
âYes cyaârika?â
Din had watched with stiff hands as you walked back into the hut earlier completely unaware of what he had witnessed. Youâd probably think him completely stupid for making such a big deal out of the whole thing. I mean really? Din was older than you and yet he was being completely childish.
Was he really jealous about seeing you hold another creature in a way you had yet to touch him?
âWhy are you so quiet?â You questioned.
âAre we not sleeping?â Din replied, matter-of-fact.
But his question left room for an answer and he gets it when he hears you roll over, propping an arm up and looking at his back.
âYouâve been awfully quiet since I came back to rest. Whatâs wrong?â He feels your eyes burning a hole through his helmet if it were even possible.
âIs it so unusual for me to be quiet, meshâla? You always said I was deadly silent.â He chuckles, trying to make light while his insides flutter dangerously.
You hum, âThis is true but I think thereâs something youâre not telling me.â
Din shudders and heâs thankful you canât see the movement through his padded suit.
âEverything is fine,â he speaks.
âWhy do you lie?â Youâre sitting up completely now, cross legged and he can picture your arms over your chest.
âCyaârika,â he turns back around and sure enough there you are, eyebrows furrowed, arms folded facing him. âI do not lie.â
You exhale, âDin Djarin.â
When youâre using his full name, itâs never a good thing.
âDo you remember when you told me to always share our feelings with one another?â
He sighs. âYes, I remem-â
âLess than a cycle ago, when Grogu was sick, you took him to Peli and went to the market for medicine. You woke up early and took him. When I woke up, I was beside myself with worry. When eventually you returned in the evening without him, what was my reaction?â
âYou were very upset, meshâla,â he sits up, wanting to provide you with his full attention, knowing you were concerned. It still bothered Din to this day that he overlooked how upset you had been.
âI was very upset, yes and when you told me where Grogu was, what did I say?â
âYou told me I made you feel insufficient as a parent because I didnât tell you our son was sick and made you feel that you couldnât care for him so left him with a friend who would know what to do.â
âThatâs right. I was very angry. I retrieved my son, came back and locked ourselves in our bunk without you until he pulled around from his fever. And what did you say when I finally let you see him?â
âTo tell me when youâre upset. So that I can apologise and understand what I had done wrong because I donât always realise it. Itâs been a long time since Iâve shared my life with another human.â
âAnd what did I tell you?â
âTo do the same.â
âSo that leads us back to the present, my love,â Dinâs visor lifts, his heart pounding at the sweet term on your lips. âTell me what is wrong?â
Dinâs body trembles but he swallows a lump in his throat, avoiding your gaze, he lets his thoughts release from his tongue, âEarlier I saw you with one of the creatures.â
You frown but nod, âthe ewoks?â
Din nods, âYes. I saw you holding it rather tightly.â
You seem puzzled until your eyes widen, realising what heâs saying.
âYou seemed rather happy when you were holding it. I just thought, well I was curious if that was something you would like to do again?â
Itâs silent. Itâs so silent Din can hear the rustling of the trees through the forest.
âYou mean if I would like to hold the ewok again?â Your voice comes out uneasily, clearing your throat awkwardly.
âI meant, if you would like to hold me?â
Dinâs jaw tightens, his eyes closing. Heâs so sure youâll reject him. Why did he even say it? He shouldâve just told you something else like how he was worried about the way you joked earlier about the ewoks wanting to eat Grogu, he shouldâve just-
âWould you like me to hold you?â
Dinâs helmet lifts immediately. His visor on yours and he swears while his head was dropped in denial, youâve inched closer to him.
âSpeak the truth.â
Dinâs heart races at your words, his eyes running over your body, youâre practically crawling across to him and his shoulders lift and drop quickly with each uneasy breath he takes.
âYes,â itâs urgent.
Itâs pleading.
But before he can say anything else, your body is curled up into him, your legs trapping his broad ones, your arms slipping under his and flattening deliciously over his aching back muscles. Your head nuzzles up on his chest and Din looks down at your bodies, realising just how perfectly you fit together.
And then you squeeze.
Ever so gently but with enough pressure to send a wave of euphoria drowning out every unsure thought in Dinâs mind.
âIs this okay?â You speak softly and Din bends to it, your voice and body draped over him like the softest blanket. His arms loosen, his hands finding refuge over your shoulders, the other weaving his fingers through your hair. Youâre so soft. So warm. His fingers tugging gently through your strands, sending aches through your body. Maker, how youâve longed for him.
âYes. Is it okay for you?â He needs to know. He needs to know if you wanted this just as much as he does.
âItâs perfect,â and then you lift your head, your mouth inches from the underside of his visor where he swears you must be able to feel his breath escaping there and you do. You have to fight the urge to lift the helmet only so far as to press a soft kiss against those lips you have yet to feel, âYouâre perfect, ner riduur.â
You shuffle your head back against his chest, âIâve always wanted to do this.â You release a satisfied sigh, âI thought you wouldnât like it.â
Din mentally groans, his arms tightening around you.
âI..I thought youâd reject me, ner karâta. Thatâs why I never asked. Iâm sorry,â his voice drips with regret. Every night couldâve felt like this.
You giggle and Din feels his whole body relax at the sound.
âSuch fools arenât we? We got there in the end. So I guess I was wondering if we can do this every night?â
Din chuckles, a finger twirling around a strand of your hair, the other resting at your hip, âI was hoping we could. If thatâs okay with you?â He takes the opportunity to tug you closer. His hands working over your back now while you shiver happily at the touch.
âAbsolutely,â your lips tip into an amused grin, âespecially since you got jealous. I need to make sure your needs are sated it seems.â You let your forehead tip against his helmet in a kiss momentarily and Din wished more than anything right now that he wasnât wearing it at all.
Din doesnât even argue with your accusation. He was jealous and he knew youâd find every way going forth to gauge that reaction from him again.
âGoodnight, Din,â you giggle, reading his mind.
âSweet dreams, ner riduur,â he gently nudges his helmet against your head in return, feeling you relax, your eyes closing and gradually falling asleep in his arms.
Din smiles, watching you breathe slow, the puff of your chest felt against his own.
Maybe he should let you drag him on adventures more often if this is how they end.
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Just The Tip
አPairing: Midoriya Izuku x reader
አSummary: Izuku promises to just put the tip in
አWords: 600
አNotes: what is this? It probably sucks but Iâm bored and high so Iâll give it to you guys anyway đ
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âplease bunny? just the tip I promise, I just really need to feel youâ your boyfriend Izuku begs. Your best friends Katsuki and Eijirou are having a housewarming party tonight to celebrate the house that they just bought together and the two of you are already late.
âcant you just wait till we get home later?â you question from your spot in the passenger seat, your checking to make sure your lip stick isnât smudge.
âbesides you always say just the tipâ you start, lowering your voice to make yourself sound more like him âand its never just the tipâ you finish.
âI know but itâll really just be the tip this time, Iâm so hard it hurts, you wouldnât want me to be in pain all night would you?â he uses his best puppy dog eyes against you, bottom lip poked out into a pout.
âfine, you get five minutes and I swear if I see even a drop of cum on my dress you wonât be getting any for the next weekâ you warn him, already taking your seatbelt off and climbing into the backseat, a smirking Izuku following.
Your sliding your underwear down your legs and tossing them somewhere in the front as Izuku pushes his pants down his thighs, stroking himself a couple of times before heâs lining himself up at your entrance.
âfuckâ he grunts as your tightness swallows him greedily, he smirks to himself at how wet you are for someone who didnât even want to do this, but doesnât comment on it. Instead he uses his thumb to collect some of your slick, bringing it up to your clit and rubbing precise circles, he only has five minutes to get you to cum and thatâs a challenge heâs willing to accept.
âfuck z-zuâ you stutter as the tip of his cock brushes against that spot deep inside your walls. Your hands get tangled in his curly green hair, as you pull him down, lips sucking roughly on his neck, a small hickey forming instantly.
âgod youâre so tightâ he groans as his lips find yours in a heated kiss. Youâre so lost in the pleasure you donât even care that heâs ruining the makeup it took you half an hour to perfect earlier, all you care about is the familiar tightening in your stomach, walls clenching around Izuku.
You can tell heâs close too, with the way his cock keeps twitching inside of you and his thrusts are getting sloppy.
âwhere do you want me to cum?â Izuku asks, lips against your neck, teeth softly grazing the exposed skin.
âi-insideâ you moan when he brings his hand back down to flick at your clit, as he releases inside of you, painting your walls white.
After a quick mirror check to make sure you both look okay, your walking hand in hand to the door, smiling when Katsuki opens it up, he has an annoyed look on his face when he spots deku but breaks out into a grin when he notices the mark left on his neck.
ânext time you have sex with your girlfriend in a car, you probably shouldnât do it in someone drivewayâ Katsuki says with a chuckle, laughing harder when he sees the way Izukuâs cheeks and the tips of his ears turn red, before walking away.
Izuku stands embarrassed by the door for a couple of moments before walking the the direction Katsuki just went, happily greeting the rest of the party.
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HIII SUZUUU first time requesting kind nervous lol. For once finally ur requests are open when I'm up đ I've been thinking abt scummy scara way too much lately like literally
basically imagine just going on a cute date with him only for him to fuck you dumb the second u guys arent in public đ€đ€đ€
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Scummy Scaramouche. Smut. Edging. Teasing. Degradation. Some date fluff. Reader is hinted in having a metal allergy cause I am allergic to gold jewelry.
Have I said how much I love when requests are worded like this đłđ No one should feel nervous requesting from me. đ„ș
It was no secret that Scaramouche was a trust fund baby. And the one thing he liked to do with that money is spend it on you. He has to spoil his precious girl, after all.
If there was a cute stuffed animal you looked at for even a second in passing, it was yours. You wanted a book, he bought the whole series for you. You commented on how pretty a piece of expensive jewelry was, he bought it without hesitation. Especially if it was silver. Your skin was finicky about certain metals.
Scaramouche thought silver was prettier, anyways. Not prettier than you. How dare a metal even consider coming close to you.
He always touching you in some way as you walked. An arm around your waist, holding your hand, even sitting down somewhere he had his hand on your thigh. You were taken, damn it, and he needed to make the perfectly clear to anyone who looked.
"Scara, you've spent enough money on me already," You fretted, making him chuckle as he stopped in front of a lingerie boutique in town.
"Nonsense, I insist," Scaramouche replied. Oh yeah, he always insisted. Especially if it meant picking out lingerie for him to rip off later.
God, just picturing how you would look in the lacy black, blue, and purple lingerie to picked out for you was starting to make his cock twitch. "If you need any help, I can come in with you," He said, wishing the changing room door had some kind of keyhole.
"No, Scara, it's okay. I can manage," You said, blushing from how enthusiastic he sounded about helping you put everything on.
That wasn't the point. He needed to see how you looked in them. His imagination was starting to drive him a little crazy. His fingers were shaking with need, and the anticipation of getting his hands on you.
Even the lady behind the counter was starting to give him a stern look. He probably looked something like a dog frothing at the mouth.
With many bags in hand, back you headed with Scaramouche to his dorm. No sooner were you a few steps from it, he was making you drop bags right in the hallway, pushing you against the wall. His hands roamed greedily over your body, biting at your lips as he kissed you.
"Mmmm~," He purred, hooking his fingers through your panties, "you wore the one I hoped you would out of the store." He could hardly wait when you had given him only a price tag to take up to the counter with everything else.
Throwing open his dorm room door, Scaramouche stumbled inside with you, his lips never leaving yours. His hands pawed at your clothes, standing behind you in front of his mirror so he could watch himself remove the lacy purple lingerie. "Purple always looks so pretty on your skin," He kissed and bit at your shoulder as he unhooked your bra, groping your breasts before tugging it off.
Guiding you over to his bed, he pushed you down on it, spreading your legs as he licked a long the inside of your thighs. You squirmed, his spit rolling down the inside of your thighs to soak against the fabric.
"Ha, getting wound already. What a needy slut you are," He purred excitedly, hastily tugging your panties off. His eyes drank in your form spread out before him, just as hastily taking off his clothes. "Can't wait for me to fuck you dumb on my cock, hm?"
You whimpered, grinding needily against him as he pressed the tip of his aching cock on your clit. It sounded so fucking sweet to him that he had to hear it over and over again.
Scaramouche groaned every time he heard you whimper, relentlessly teasing the tip of his cock against your entrance. The way you squirmed on desperation, your walls fluttering and clenching around it was a drool worthy sight to him. His mouth said as much, drool dripping down onto your chest.
"Scara, please, put your cock all the way in me. I can't take much more," You pleaded, reaching down to grasp his cock to try and urge it inside of you. "Cum inside of me."
That sent him feral. Folding your body, and throwing your legs over his shoulder, his slid his cock slowly inside of you. Groaning, he cursed when his cock rested against your sweet spot. Pulling out to the tip, he slowly pushed himself back inside so he could feel your walls clench tight around his cock as he bottomed out again.
Every thrust made you see stars, your eyes rolling closed. Wrapping your arms around him, you clung to him. Scaramouche was determined for the entire campus to hear how good he was fucking you.
"Fuck, look at me when you cum, slut," Scaramouche hissed, pounding himself inside of you, his entire body quivering, his cock throbbing with his approaching orgasm.
Your eyes snapped open, tears welling in them as his lips captured yours to swallow your moans. He bit at your lips, pulling away when your legs started to tremble in pleasure.
"Scream it, whore. Who's fucking you this good, hm?" Scaramouche pushed your legs farther up towards your head, his husky moans only rose in octave as he drove he cock deeper inside of you.
"Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Scaramouche!" The way you chanted his name like mantra, your release flooding around his cock made him cum suddenly inside of you. He left his cock resting deep into your sweet spot, his warm cum ribboning inside of you. You felt every throb of his cock.
Panting, Scaramouche pulled out of you after a few long minutes of feverishly fucking his cum back inside of you. Rolling off of you, he latched one of his lips around your nipple, sucking on it as he scooped some of his cum onto his fingers.
Your back arched off the bed, gasping when he rubbed and hooked his fingers over your sweet spot. You still hadn't entirely come down from your orgasm.
Scaramouche only wanted to continue to make his precious girl feel as good you made him feel. By cumming again all over his fingers.
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Let's see then đ€đ€ Ngl lately I've been having such a hyper fixation on Arlecchino's hands, like not even in a sexual way (although.. đ), I just think her hands are absolutely beautiful and the prettiest thing I've seen sooo...
Could I request sitting next to Arle while she's working or literally doing whatever and just absentmindedly playing with her hand cause they're just so pretty and how she might react to her s/o liking that part of her so much đ Would NOT complain if it somehow lead to nsfw but I'm perfectly fine with maximum fluff đ
Honestly, wdym "enough yapping", there is never enough yapping about Arlecchino.. I just think she's neat fr, I wanted to hug her so bad while catching up on the Fontaine story quests as well as her companion quest lol. And I am absolutely here to hype you tf up đ€đ€đ€đȘđȘ Keep up the great work as always ! Have a wonderful day
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HELLLOOOOOOO đ„ ANONN!!:)) AHAHAHAHAH thank u for the ask, oh yes , FINALLY i have the opportunity to write about arlecchino's hands.. hoyoverse did her justice like oh THEY KNEW what they were doing to the sapphics.
- warning/s ; no smut, but a bit of suggestive content at the end:)
(men please dni utc!)
"hello, darling!"
you cheerfully greeted your wife, whom was working in the study room. she looks at you, nods at you, then looks back at the papers.
"hello my beloved, are the kids asleep?" she asks as you sit down beside her. you nod at her question, scooting over to peek at her papers, but not too close to invade her personal space and interrupt her. "yes, my love. the kids are taking their afternoon nap but.. what are you working on, hm?" you ask, staring down at her hands that held the papers. you could make out numbers and lengthy paragraphs of formal and fancy words, all of which arlecchino was reading and signing.
"just some financial reports, darling. nothing special, i was thinking of expanding our home to better.."
oh, you tried to listen, but as soon as your eyes focused on her hand, it made it hard for you to listen. "... and then we could improve our training facilities.." you heard, absentmindedly nodding at her words. ".. so we could make the children have more.." again, you nodded.
damn it, your wife wouldn't mind it if you held her hand just so you could focus better on her words, right?
so you grabbed her right hand in yours, the one that held the pen. she wasn't using it anyway since she was busy explaining to you her plans and ideals for the orphanage. "- and so i was thinking, beloved. in order to raise the children's competency, i wanted to have them isolated in the mountains, without any kind of support whatsoever. it will help improve their surviv-"
"WHAT? NO!"
you immediately cut her off, looking her with an absurd stare due to her suggestion. how could she even suggest that in the first place?
"of course, no, i wasn't serious with that suggestion, darling. i was testing whether you were listening or not, and you probably were not."
oh, you let out a sheepish chuckle, feeling a teensy bit embarrassed for being caught. regardless, arlecchino did not look upset and squeezed your hand that held hers. "is there something the matter, beloved? usually, you always diligently listen to my reports." she asks, genuinely concerned about you and it makes your heart flutter. it made you feel guilty, having to be distracted by a silly little reason, so you decided to listen to her better this time. "nothing, beloved. my mind was.. just preoccupied. let's talk about it later after you tell me your report." you told her, and arlecchino protested no further, explaining to you all over again her plans for the house.
you definitely did listen better this time, with your hands unconsciously fiddling with her hand. you were pressing on her palm, intertwining your fingers with hers, your thumb tracing small shapes and doodles on her palm. your mind taking little side notes like.. the texture of her hand wasn't that rough, but it was definitely a bit different from normal skin. at first, you were worried if this was causing her pain or any physical harm, but she assured you that it wasn't. still, you wanted to know the cause of her blackened skin and the pattern on her arms.
on the other hand (haha get it), arlecchino told you about expanding the facilities of the orphanage, adding another bedroom to make room for more children, etc etc, much to your relief as none of her plans included isolating them in the mountain.
after she talked, now it was your turn to provide your insights and opinions,adding some suggestions of your own. arlecchino listened to you intently as she greatly appreciated you and your passion for the children, she could tell that you genuinely were concerned about their well being and that you loved them greatly. she couldn't help but spare loving glances at you.. and knowing glances down at her hand. now she thinks she knows why you were so distracted.
after finally putting down your suggestions, you decided it was time for a little break. "well, my beloved. i assume we can wrap this up? i think all that should be fine for now." you told her, placing the pen down. for the whole time you had been talking, you never let go of arlecchino's hand. it was either two hands holding hers, but if you had to write, then only one. this didn't go unnoticed by your wife, but you did forget about it halfway into the discussion.
"i agree, i say we talk about some other thing, my dear."
"hm, like what?" you curiously ask. oh, there's more to talk about?
".. like how you've been distracted the first time i talked, but when you held my hand, your focus seems to have returned. perhaps you'd like to confess, darling?"
you only blink for a minute, then looking down at your hands holding hers. "o-oh! oh, right.." you stuttered, obviously flustered that you've been caught. you looked away, slowly letting go of her hand. "i didn't say to let go now, did i?" she told you, before pulling you on to her lap. she held her hands out in front of you, leaning her chin on your shoulder. "now, beloved, what is it about my hands that interest you so much?" she asked, and you thought for a little while, gather your little notes from earlier.
you intertwined your hands with her, and arlecchino saw the cute smile on your face as you started to talk. "your hands.. they're rough and calloused, they've probably done things humankind would deem twisted and cruel but.." you brought both hands to your lips, pressing a kiss on her skin. the small gesture made arlecchino feel her heart flutter, you looked so adorable on her lap, while speaking words of affection. ".. but these are the very same hands that work hard to provide for me and the children, the same hand that gives me warmth and security even on the coldest of nights and.." your thumb brushed against that one significant ring on her left hand, a ring that matched yours. "- these hands belong to the woman i dearly love."
that was it for arlecchino, she couldn't help but burst in joy- and she showed it in the form of spreading soft, ticklish kisses on your bare neck in front of her. you couldn't help but giggle at your wife's attempts at being playful again. she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist, making you unable to lean away from her. "my, you say such sweet words that directly hit my heart- and you expect the knave not to retaliate with an attack of her own?" she joked, continuing to tickle you, wanting to hear more of you sweet giggles. "i-i get it! i get it, i surrender, my love!" you exclaimed, feigning defeat. as the playful little moment between the both of you died down, arlecchino had her arms wrapped around you, a loving smile on her face as her forehead leaned on your back. "hm, can i have a kiss? as compensation for winning?" she asked, making you laugh at her words. oh, it was funny- more so that it came from the woman whom the public claims as dull and emotionless, as in front of you, said woman was currently looking like a fool in love as she held you in her lap.
you got up and shifted your position on her lap, now facing her. at the sight of your pretty, gorgeous face that she's come to love coupled with your weight pressing down on you-know-where, she couldn't help but feeling a certain type of yearning for you. her hand cupped your chin, pulling you in for a kiss that was not sweet nor innocent in any way. her tongue tied with yours, running along your bottom lip, and continued kissing you with intense fervor that you were unable to keep up. when she pulled away, however, a grin on her face that made shivers run down your spine was plastered on her face. her hand on your chin, the other rested on your hip.
"hm.. beloved, do you want to see what else these hands can do for you?"
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the baby-making manual ; william saliba
summary ⥠baby fever hits the salibas full force.
pairing ⥠william saliba x fem!reader
content ⥠18+, smut, husband!william, kissing, p in v sex, cunnilingus, reader & wilo are so broody & so in love with each other, missionary, doggystyle, riding, lotus position (yes iâm fucking depraved donât look at me like that đ€), soft romantic vibes, breeding kink, praise, body worship, size kink ofccc, clitoral stimulation, titplay, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it unless ur name is y/n and ur starring in this fic đ„ž), creampie(s), a smidgen of cockwarming, blink and u miss the one french word in here, talks about having kids, aftercare included !!
a/n ⥠the title is so goofy & nobody asked for this but the concept has been eating at my mind since the end of summer + i've had this in the drafts since oct so i gotta put me first lucius đ«đ©đ«đ©đ« anyway this is day one of converting you all into wilo girlies hehe WAKE UP WORLDâŒïž pls lmk how u all find this fic btw!! ik it wonât get as much attention as my jude ones bc there prob arenât as many fans but i rlly would appreciate anything u have to say about it !!! đ«¶đœđ„° enjoyyyy mes chĂ©ris!! đâ€ïž
an unexpectedly warm springâs saturday had given cause to an impromptu barbecue held by your parents, and you and william had found yourselves in the company of most of your relatives for the day. how your mother had convinced half the family tree to be present on such short notice you will never know but you were grateful nonetheless, extremely happy to especially see the loved ones you havenât seen since getting married to your now-husband a couple of years ago.
itâs close to eleven in the night now, your arrival at home being so belated due to the clash between your insistence that you and william had to go home as he had training the next morning and your fatherâs greater insistence that the two of you stay a little longer for another cup of tea, another plate of food, even the whole night if you wanted to. in the end, you had to put a politely firm foot down, more for williamâs sake who canât say no to your parents for the life of him, and who was on his way to accepting your dadâs invitation to stay the night before you spoke up. you knew the events of last night would repeat for the morning, your parents in a tug-of-war with you to make you guys stay for breakfast but you supported your case with the argument of the long drive home and the fact that mikel wouldnât appreciate williamâs tardiness the next day, especially at such a significant time in the season.Â
youâre sitting in bed by yourself right now with a novel in hand â william having gone to take a much-needed relaxing shower â inwardly laughing to yourself over your husbandâs people-pleasing antics and your mind meanders to the scenes of this afternoon, the sounds of childrenâs laughter and adultsâ gossip in the air accompanied with the smokey scent of grilled food taking over your senses. you reencounter images of william chasing your little cousins, nieces and nephews around the garden â small, sweet giggles mixed with williamâs deeper chuckles as theyâre all engaged in an exhilarating game of tag, little feet and large padding around the property.Â
your thoughts are pulled back into reality when the ensuite door clicks open, a cloud of steam puffing into the bedroom before it reveals your husband clad in nothing but a white towel around his waist, droplets of water dotted on his toned chest and abdomen. itâs a sheer sight for sore eyes and one that you will never tire of so you shamelessly watch as he smiles at you before gliding across the room, moving to his vanity to apply generous amounts of body lotion to bring back moisture to his skin, the action making his skin glow so prettily under the warm lighting of the bedroom.Â
itâs these moments of silent appreciation that have you feeling like the luckiest girl in the universe; an adonis of a lover in your bedroom, one that would move heaven and earth at your beck and call, and thereâs denying that you would do the same for him.Â
in all your daydreaming, williamâs moved on to pulling his pajamas on for bedtime, a pair of dark grey boxer shorts acting as said pajamas as he opts to go shirtless in fear of overheating on such a toasty night. you place your novel down, the previously read page distinguished with a bookmark, as william places a soft kiss on your forehead before tucking you both in under the thin sheets.Â
âmum was really bad with the baby talk this time, wasnât she?â you turn your body on its spot, head propped up by a bend of your arm as you face william who lifts his head at your rhetoric question. âi mean, you did look so fucking adorable with the kids today so i donât know if i should say sorry on her behalf.âÂ
ânot at all,â he only lets out a breathy laugh, now mirroring you in the shift of his own body. âiâve had most people asking me about it now.â
âreally?âÂ
youâre quite shocked to learn that there are indeed a lot of people who are eager to see william and yourself have a family of your own and that itâs not just pestering from your mother in particular, who has asked about when she will be seeing grandchildren from her daughter and âfavourite son-in-lawâ from the moment the two of you had just about exchanged rings. youâve grown accustomed to answering with the same old âwe want to focus on us/our careers/our freedomâ response but thereâs a little curious something thatâs pulling the two of you to consider everyoneâs requests.
âmmhm, i think i could count the number of people at the club that have asked me about it using my hands and my feet,â the pair of you laugh at this, a shake of your head over how believable that comment is despite it sounding so silly since the environment of your husbandâs workplace is so close-knit and everyone is comfortable with each other. âitâs not just that, though, is it?âÂ
âno?â you question his tone turned serious now.
âwhen i see the guys and their kids, i canât help wondering what i might be like in those sorts of situations, yâknow?â you sit up at his words, heart racing a little faster with the way he looks at you; looks into you as he again copies your movements, taking your hands in his after leaning his shoulder against the headboard. âcanât help wondering what it would be like seeing you and a mini version of us in the stands during a match⊠wanna see our baby matching shirts with their papa, wanna hear their tiny voice cheer my nameâŠâ
you swear you feel your heart stop as soon as his lips form the words âour babyâ.Â
âoh, william,â you sigh over his thoughts spoken aloud, a slight pang of guilt hitting at your heartstrings and causing your eyes to tear up just a little. âwhy didnât you tell me about all this, hm?â
you had no idea of his desire to have children, always assuming his response to everyoneâs questions to be the same as yours and believing that he wanted to prioritise football over starting a family with you for at least a couple more years.Â
âitâs not your fault, sweetheart, not at all.â his fingers swipe under your eyes in precaution against any spilt tears. âhaving a baby, hell, even wanting a baby... itâs a big deal; itâs hard to just drop it into a conversation if that makes sense.â
âof course, that makes plenty of sense,â his hands grip yours in a tight embrace, placing a kiss on the slightly trembling digits in an attempt to soothe you. âyou really want to have a baby with me?â
william laughs softly at your words and the way you sit with your mouth gaping, starry-eyed with a million thoughts racing through your mind.Â
âno, i want to have a baby with mrs khan next door.â he deadpans, referring to your elderly neighbour, before you shove at his shoulder, a blush overcoming your cheeks as you realise how daft your question is, disbelief over how much william wants to be a dad seeping into the way youâre thinking right now. âyouâre the only woman that i want as the mother of my children, y/n, the only one.â
his eyes look even more beautiful in the peek of moonlight through the curtains and you fear your heart may give out tonight, squeezing so hard in your chest with the love that you feel for your husband.
âcan i kiss you, baby?â he asks so politely, thumb running over the plumpness of your bottom lip. even after so many years together, heâs always the gentleman but still, you tell him that he doesnât need to ask anymore â you are his to have as he is yours.
his lips descend upon yours with a gentle force, hands clasping over your waist where the black silk material of your short nightdress stops him from touching the warmth of your soft skin. instead, william decides to pick you up and place you on his lap, the urge to feel your body as close to his as possible controlling his actions, your knees dropping to either side of him as your clothed chest meets his bare one.Â
as the kiss deepens on what seems like its own accord, you feel yourself growing wetter, thankful for your earlier decision to forgo underwear for the night as you grind down onto williamâs lap, the cotton of his boxers creating delicious friction on where you need it the most.Â
breathless sighs turn into light moans from the two of you as william tightens his grip on your waist with the same strength your core presses down onto his hardening length before he turns you both over to have you on your back, his form hovering over yours, lips ghosting over the nook where your neck meets your shoulders, leaving an eruption of goosebumps in its trail.Â
in the pleasured shutting of your eyes, you can feel williamâs hands pull down the loose straps of your nightdress, then a kiss on each shoulder and then the heat of his breath over your exposed breasts.Â
âso beautiful, darling,â he looks up to your blushing face, the compliment painting a shy smile on it before his lips wrap around your left nipple with wasting any time. a whine is pulled from your lungs over the way william suckles on the nub, a tiny tug of it between his teeth causing you to arch your chest further into his mouth. of course, he doesnât forget to pay attention to your right boob, taking his sweet time in kissing and swirling his tongue around the stiffness of the other side. âhow did i get so lucky, hmm?â
you whimper in response as he brushes his lips down your body over your nightdress; from under your breasts, over your navel and arriving at the base of your tummy, where he places the firmest kiss of them all atop of the lustrous material.Â
âwilliamâŠâÂ
âgonna take care of you, baby, i promise.â
his hands now come down to your thighs, where the inner parts are sticky with arousal, and he hoists the hem of your dress up past your bellybutton, the pressing together of your legs to soothe the ache of your core as a light breeze hits it inciting your husband to part them and find home in the self-made gap. his head lowers to where your pussy lays nearly leaking onto the sheets and your breaths quicken, reaching an all-time rapid high when william plants a kiss on your clit, one so soft that it wouldâve been deemed innocent had it not been in the midst of an action so filthy.Â
in the âoâ-shapedness of your mouth, amorous sighs escape as he starts his attack on your wetness â mouth open, tongue out, lapping at your juices as you sing his praises in the form of high-pitched moans. his tongue slips past your drenched folds to find your sopping hole, the tip of it poking past your entrance as heâs full-on eating you out now, open-mouthed moans from the simple pleasure of your pussy on his lips almost drowning out your sounds.Â
thereâs a particularly lusty moan from you when his thumb finds your tense clit, a couple of rubs on it releasing a string of cries out of the confines of your lips as your legs tremble from their position on his shoulders. from the very beginning of your married life, william had made it his mission to become well-acquainted with you in the bedroom, and you think heâs succeeded as the way he knows which buttons to press to get you to cum at his mercy is very telling, fingers working expertly in toying with your sensitive nub as your walls clench around nothing but the conjured-up image of cumming all over his mouth and pretty face.Â
âwilliam⊠i-â you start but are soon interrupted by the intense sucking of your already pounding clit between his moistened lips. the wail you let leave your body is almost pitiful, the feeling so fucking good but so sudden and unexpected that you fall head-first into your orgasm, crashing into it with a spasm of your thighs around williamâs head, pawing at his dark hair for some inkling of relief and grounding since you truly believe youâre about to lose all sense of reality with how strong this orgasm has hit you.Â
william doesnât relent despite your convulsions, placing kisses over your clenching pussy and shaky abdomen. you manage to still your involuntary motions to catch a glimpse of his face in all its glory; his lips glistening wet with your release and his eyes darker than ever, impossible to distinguish the colour of his pupils from the colour of his irises, an unfolding plan of whatâs to come for you both behind his soft gaze.
âdid so, so good for me, my love,â he praises, kissing you through panting breaths from the both of you. âwant to feel you around me, fuck, need to feel you around me, baby.âÂ
you go to deny him at first, nestling your hand against the bulge of his boxers but heâs quick to deny you in turn.Â
âno, baby, tonightâs for you, ok? just wanna take care of everythingâ take care of you.âÂ
you nod in acceptance, knowing that arguing with him would be futile, a gentle flame in his eyes telling you of his determination to do nothing but be at your service until the sun comes up.
âhow do you want me first, amour?âÂ
you almost swoon at the question, unable to believe that you essentially have this man at your mercy now, getting dizzy over choosing whether you want to ride him into oblivion first or save that for later and have him take you from behind to start with. either way, you know that tonight was no night for a meagre one round. Â
âhow about as we are right now?â you suggest, the current arrangement of you on your back and william on top proving perfectly convenient for you guys to start with your favourite position in bed.
âsounds perfect, baby,â he smiles before getting up to rid his body of those grey boxers and then almost leaning over you to pull a condom from the nightstand before he stops himself midway, the both of you realising that this is a habit that will need to be unlearnt now. a pair of giggles erupts between you and a silent agreement to forget the condom for the whole purpose of tonight is sealed with a rerouted kiss from william. he then prompts you to lift your hips so he can slot a pillow underneath them and have you as comfortable as you can get. you canât resist biting your bottom lip at the pulsating anticipation between the two of you, the sight of his bare cock admittedly making your mouth water.Â
now back on the bed and parting your legs, william resituates himself in between, this time with his cock in his hand running down your increasingly dripping slit, the occasional dip past your folds making you wince in an addictive combination of overstimulation and urgency.Â
âshit, angel, iâm sorry,â his apology is sincere as he searches your eyes for signs of discomfort. âwe donât have to do this right now, we can take a break, do you want me to geââ
âbabe, iâm fine, okay?â you huff out a laugh, your husbandâs honestly innocent face tickling your tummy and making your core ache even more. âj-just fuck me, will, please?âÂ
his answer comes in the guise of an assured smooch against your swollen lips, taking the quiet opportunity to sink into your wetness, completely raw for the first time, with a loud deep groan that makes your stomach feel like itâs gloriously folding in on itself. you revel in finally having the naked thickness of his cock inside you, experiencing every ridge, vein and inch of smoothness directly between your gummy walls with a hushed fuck before he gets to work on setting a moderate pace â slow and savouring it seems, his way of saying that he wants this to last as long as it possibly can.Â
"william⊠so big..." no matter how many times you've been under him and how many times you say it, it will always ring true; the initial stretch and burn that his cock creates for you will always light a fire of delicious friction, tonight being a million times more special than every previous encounter put together. and no matter how many times william hears it, it will always set his mind ablaze, hips now pistoning at an unfathomable speed as he canât hold back anymore, moaning and groaning about how good you feel uninterrupted around him, how there'll be no one else for him, how you're everything to him. it all has your pussy gushing around him to no end.Â
your whimpers warn him of another impending orgasm, the tightening clasp of your cunt and the way youâre clawing at the softness of his lower tummy in sheer desperation make williamâs movements falter just the slightest, a whine leaving his throat as he can feel his own climax catching up to him.
âclose, baby,â he warns in sentences incomplete, brain whirring on pure pleasure and nothing else but the desire to have you cumming around him. heâs afraid that he may finish a fraction too soon and leave you disappointed so his fingers find your stiffened clit again, the caressing of his thumb a little harsher this time around as part of an effort to get you both to cum at the same time.
the pleasure youâre receiving from the touch of his thumb and the stroke of his dick is almost too much, hands willing their way to pull his off of you but the speed at which your second orgasm hits you beats any other competition to the finish line, pussy barely squeezing to trigger williamâs first orgasm of the night; your lover climaxes inside of you with a sound so guttural, it has him almost collapsing against your shaking form but you invite him to do so, a tender hand on the back of his head guiding him to a safe haven in the crook of your neck as the strangely comforting feeling of thick, white liquid streams down your inner thighs. heavy breaths saturate the dimly lit room as you lay with your lover for a moment, warm bodies basking in the aftermath of a shared orgasm.
after a comfortable minute or two, william speaks up, his voice dropped to an octave so deep it relights the fire in your seeping cunt before your head can even process his words.Â
âhow does round two sound to you?â heâs asking amidst the plotting of a few kisses up your jawline.
youâre ready to jump his bones again on your own accord so when you hear the request fall from your husbandâs lips, itâs an immediate âyes pleaseâ from you, not even bothered to feel shameful about the reeking desperation of your response.
a knowing chuckle and another kiss seal the deal, william pulling your now-creased nightdress over your outstretched arms, leaving you completely bare but free; accessible to his every touch. he asks you to turn around onto your hands and knees, setting the pillow down underneath your lower abdomen as a precaution.Â
âthere we go, angel,â he places a tender kiss at the bottom of your spine, running a hand up the natural curve of your back while you anticipate his next action. âgonna make my pretty girl feel so good tonight, she deserves it all.â your thighs divide instinctively in response to his voice and the sight of his cum glistening on your skin has william choking on a moan, needing to stroke his cock on the white-stained slipperiness.
âwilliam, donât tease,â you beg with a shake of your ass against his crotch to get him to hurry and slip his length inside of you. âcanât wait anymore.â
your husband obliges immediately, having lubricated his dick enough with his own release off your thighs, pushing into your hole with so much more ease and a filthy squelch as the realisation that the majority of his cum from the previous round is still inside of you hits him. oh, it sends williamâs entire being into a lustful frenzy.Â
âf-fuck, baby, listen to how well i filled you up,â he gasps out, mouth forming an âoâ shape as the dirtiest noises he has ever heard emits from where his cock is connected to your pussy.Â
youâve done this position more times than you can count but the raw state of his dick plus the way it definitely plunges deeper from all the lubrication william has created inside you has you growing wetter beyond belief, another layer of arousal helping him reach damn near a whole new dimension of your cunt. you donât want to lend your name to porno-fuelled incorrect biology but you swear heâs in your cervix right now, the pillow now playing its part in hoisting your bottom half up, back arching so beautifully, making it the perfect setup for william to split you in half with every thrust of his length.  Â
between a melody of cries of his name from your worn lips and his deeper moans, you surprisingly cum without a word of warning; itâs fast and itâs hard and itâs white-hot, almost launching your body off the bed entirely. itâs not so surprising, actually, given the speed of williamâs pounding inside of your creaming pussy and the resulting splat-splat-splat noise his actions make, all of it way too much, way too depraved and addicting to try and avoid.Â
âgood fucking girl,â your husband grunts out at the sensation of yet another round of your pussy walls spasming around him, another round of hot cum spurting into your hole as he fills you up with an animalistic fuck! marking the round so differently from the last one, which was so full of love, this one in a tone that is much more lewd and untamed.Â
youâre still on all fours, moaning softly at the flood of cum that spills out of you from around williamâs dick and onto the sheets below, cunt still clenching his shaft which doesnât seem to get any softer despite the two of you having been at it for nearly two hours without a break. your husband, sheathed still in your core, runs a series of kisses up your back, reaching the back of your ear to leave praises of how good you were for him just then and how pretty you look while heâs balls deep inside of you. eventually, he pulls out with a throaty moan, leaving you panting as you fall onto your back to look up at his fucked out expression.
williamâs standing there with his hands on his hips, chest heaving, face all smiley and flushed, an image not too dissimilar to one where heâs fresh off a victory on the pitch. you wish you could take a picture of the scenery in front of you but you trust your memory to sear it into place for you instead.
âfucking hell, if iâm not pregnant by now then i donât even know what to say!â you laugh out at the mess youâve both made of the sheets and yourselves, and william joins in before quipping in with a âhmm, we should make sure, just in case, of course.â a cheeky tone in his voice as he snuggles his mouth against your neck, the hair on his chin tickling your skin as you squirm on the bed out of ecstatic amusement.
âokay, okay, but first we have to take a break, babe!â you manage to squeal out before william ceases his tickle attack on you, letting you go to the bathroom while he fetches a glass of water from the kitchen.Â
by the time youâre finished and clean, william has the bed remade and the glass of water held out by the hand upon your return to the bedroom. you shake your head at him, bemused at this butler act heâs now performing.
âyour refreshment, mrs. saliba,â he mocks what you assume to be a posh british accent, his own french one adding so much charm to it.Â
âi thank you, mr. y/l/n,â you smirk back and take a sip, careful not to choke as william pushes your shoulder in jest with an oi before sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching you set the empty glass down on the nightstand.Â
âso, about that making sure thing,â you pounce on his lap within a split second, settling your hands on the warmed skin of his shoulders.
william throws his head back in a hearty chuckle. âfucking hell, what was in that water?!â
âshut up and kiss me, saliba.â you command and he doesnât dare to do anything but oblige, lips catching yours in a heated kiss that reinstalls all elements of hunger and lust inside of the pair of you. running your hands down and over the expanse of his chest has william parting his lips in a low groan, you taking the opportunity to slip your tongue inside his mouth and swallow all of his sugary sweet sounds, not wanting any ears other than your own to hear them. the resumed grinding of your naked crotch on williamâs has him hardening quickly, another order from you to go lay himself down on the pillows moving scenes on as rapidly as you like.Â
âgood boy,â you admire the way heâs displayed himself for you, long athletic body sprawled out in all its glory, the moonlight a little brighter now that the night has really settled in. âyou look so good like this, william, fuck, need to have you inside me now, baby.â a couple of tugs on his stiff cock and youâre sliding down onto it, williamâs hands â slightly sweaty from excitement â holding you in place as you begin to rock and raise your body.Â
thereâs a harmonised whine from the two of you as youâre filled with his thickness once again, william encased in your snug, plush walls, and the swivel of your hips atop him makes his teeth grit in euphoria. seeing this spurs you on more, momentum picked up from the way william throws his head back, leaving his neck at your mercy and you of course canât help but nip and kiss and lick over it, the sounds being pulled from his throat so saccharine and tuneful.Â
he pants out with a vice-like grip on your hips, the skin white with the extreme grasp his fingers have on it. âs-slow, baby, slowâŠâ he pleads while you rock and grind and bump into his crotch like a woman gone mad, chasing a high that is just at the tips of your fingers⊠just a little more.Â
you whine out his name, scratching at his chest where you had previously been resting your hands for leverage, and he finds a little leeway before taking a gulp of courage and sitting up to meet the stirring of your pelvis with his, cock sputtering up into your cunt as he supports you with his large hands behind your back.
the position is possibly the most intimate youâve been in â naked chest to naked chest, your nipples rubbing against the softness of his pecs, your knees on either side of him as his are crossed underneath you, body so much smaller than his, lips so close to touching with every jerk and bump but never really kissing, always teasing. itâs all so fucking hot and thereâs nothing you want more than for him to fill you up once more.Â
the knock-knock-knock of another orgasm has you pulling him so close against you, practically forcing him to shift his entire weight on top of you. you feel the need to bury him inside your skin. to be bound entirely and irrefutably. his lips, just now attached to the mounds on your chest, start rambling in his native tongue. you're not quite fluent in french but you've been with william long enough to pick up some things; the important things. through his wanton panting and sighing, he's spilling all his desires to you â telling you that he can't wait to see you swollen with his child, canât wait to see if theyâll have his hair or your smile, canât wait for you both to finally be the parents you had dreamed of being. thereâs a fire in his words and it sets your whole body alight, scratching down his back in vicious streaks that will surely be present for the next week.
âw-william, please,â you wail, legs burning in their effort to capture your awaiting high. âput a baby in me, fuck, please, fuck a baby into me.â freshly hot tears are fully spilling down your cheeks now, the ecstasy of his cock pounding into you and the promises heâs made to you proving too much and you need relief from it all, desperately.
âgonna do just that, angel, gonna fill you up nice and good,â he moans out, pulling you in closer to his gyrating form. âgonna fill you up over and over until we get that baby.â Â
and thatâs the tipping point for you, your husbandâs words, so sincerely sweet yet sinful, being the thing to push you over and have you cumming with a thunderous scream of his name. your pussy gushes around his rigid length, walls fluttering around it so forcefully youâre scared theyâll be stuck like this forever. william soon follows with his own orgasm, a few throaty moans that sound so pretty coming from his plump limps as they match the rhythm with which he spurts his sticky cum into you. your legs tremble in both exhaustion and bliss around william, and heâs quick to soothe them over with his hands, mouth landing kisses over your face and your chest.Â
thereâs only a symphony of heavy panting from you both now, and the occasional whimper or soft moan, as william lays on his back with you on top of him, large hands running up and down your back to steady your breathing, his dick still firmly in you. you're pretty sure you've forgotten what it feels like to be empty and without him.
âyou okay?â he mumbles into your hair, a loving kiss left on your forehead before he tilts your chin up to look at him, your eyes weary and ready to doze off. you can only muster up an mmhmm but william is determined to end the night perfectly for you.
âhang on, baby, okay?â he requests before slowly pulling out of your heat and dashing to the bathroom where you can hear the din of him rummaging through cupboards and running the bathtubâs taps, leaving you to laze around with a pool of cum leaking out of you. the sudden crash of something metal followed by a shit! is enough to pull you out of the clasps of sleep, however.
your husband reappears swiftly, a boyishly guilty look on his face to which you raise an eyebrow.Â
âeverythingâs fine!â he assures your silent questioning. âi want to take care of you right now, though. please?â
you flash him a tired but teasing smile in affirmation and he picks you up bridal-style, giving a quick kiss to your lips before walking you over to the bathtub and gently placing you in the comfortably warm and bubbly water where you feel your muscles instantly relax. the calmingly fragrant scent of chamomile fills your nostrils as you sigh up at your lover.Â
âthank you, honey,â you speak, a slight croak to your voice from honest exhaustion. william nods at you before plotting another sweet kiss on your temple.Â
âroom for a little one?â he asks with a beautiful grin on his face, teeth all out in his signature style.
âalways.â you scoot forwards to make room for him and he slips his much larger frame behind you, instantaneously pulling your back into his chest, hands delicately soothing over your tummy as he delivers a bunch of kisses across the plane of your shoulders.Â
âsounds stupid but i already have a list of names that i wanna go over with you.â he says shyly after a moment of quiet.
you giggle and set a devoted kiss to the wedding band on his ring finger.Â
âiâm all ears.âÂ
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Buckâs gal getting injured on base (twisted ankle or scrape - nothing major) and him just running off only hearing âshe got hurtâ to find her
hiii, it's me again đ with the second fic today because I'm trying to work on as many requests as I can since I don't have any plans this weekend and the amount of them in my inbox is lowkey stressing me out, not gonna lie đ€Ł I love to write for Buck, though, so it's fine đ
my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven đ€
You would always wait for him when he was coming back from the missions. You were the only face Buck wanted to see first anyway and he kept searching for you through the crowd each time. Seeing you cheering for him would make him smile and his heart slow down its pounding in his chest.
But this time you were not there. His eyes were scanning through the crowd of men and women but you were not one of them. People approached him to congratulate him and pat his back but he did not pay much attention to it. He wanted to find his girl first. You would be the one to ground him after the mission and only after your sweet kiss he would be able to talk to these people or answer their questions.
âWhereâs (Y/N)?â He kept asking but no one knew. Some didnât even notice your unusual absence.
âYouâre asking âbout (Y/N)?â Harry approached him. âSheâs in the sickbay,â he explained and Buckâs heart skipped a beat at that. How could Harry be so casual about itâŠ?
âWhat do you mean sheâs there? What happened?!â
âIâve no idea. Some accident. Buck, hey,â Harry tried to grab his friendâs sleeve, âyou have to be interrogated first.â
âI donât care,â Buck drawled out and hurried to the sickbay, not reacting to Harry and other men calling out for him. He was breaking a rule, he was aware. But there were more important things.
You were the most important thing.
Buck stormed inside the sickbay and looked around. One of the nurses sighed at the sight of him, already suspecting who he was looking for.
âSheâs over there,â she pointed at the bed in the corner and Buck thanked her before rushing to your side.
You were reading a book and didnât notice him at first, invested in the plot of some romance novel one of the nurses had lended to you. It was a nice distraction from the pain and from the stress. Buck was up in the air and you tried not to think about it too much.
âSweetheart, what happened?â His deep voice brought you back to reality. You looked up and smiled widely at the sight of him.
âOh! Youâre back! Youâre back!â You put the book away and extended your arms towards him.
âYes, baby, I am,â he sat on the edge of your bed and took his cap off before leaning in to hug you. âWhat happened? Why are you here?!â
âYouâre going to laugh at me,â you giggled.
âWhat do you mean?â He furrowed his brows, worried.
âI was in the archives, I tried to reach for the top shelf and I stood on the stool, rightâŠâ you started.
âWithout taking off your heels first?â Buck sighed, knowing already what happened. He had been warning you about it each time heâd catch you doing it.
âYes,â you looked down, ashamed. âAnd yeah, I fell downâŠâ You paused and then you burst out laughing. âOh, Buck, Iâm glad you werenât there.â
âIâd catch you if I were,â he lifted your chin up so youâd look at his face again.
âYeah, no. BecauseâŠâ you giggled, â...oh, baby, I fell down with the whole rack!â You laughed once again at how ridiculous you had to look when you had been found by the Colonel.
Buck chuckled finally, too.
âIâm so clumsy, itâs embarrassing,â you sighed.
âNo, donât say that,â he caressed your cheek. âWhere does it hurt?â He asked.
You pushed your blanket aside and he hissed at the sight of your scratched knees and bruised hip.
âYeah, not a very pleasant sight,â you admitted and covered yourself again. âThe Colonel is more worried about that rack, though.â
âOf course he is,â Buck rolled his eyes.
âIâm scared that Iâll end up with scars on my knees,â you whispered. âIâm going to have ugly knees.â
âWell, thatâs what you get for not listening to me, doll,â Buck bopped you on the nose.
âWill you still love me when I have ugly knees?â You asked shyly and he laughed.
âOh, no, I canât bear such a thought. I think I will be forced to look for a new girl with nicer knees. You see, knees are the most important part of a woman,â he teased but you didnât find it funny and you pouted. âOh, darling, I was joking,â he leaned in closer to place a kiss on your forehead. âI will always love you,â he promised and you smiled at him sweetly, âeven with ugly knees.â
âCleven,â Colonelâs voice made you both look up, âyou should be in the interrogation.â
âIâm sorry, sir. Iâm going now,â Buck put his cap back on and stood up.
âBoth you and your girl are such menaces today,â Colonel Harding gave you an unpleasant look and you giggled.
âOh, Colonel,â you rolled your eyes, âdonât you know trouble comes in pairs?â
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