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bodyguard aki... whew.... he's always at your side and you know he's strong enough to protect you, yet still he's stern to everyone else, and the absolute sweetest to you... so kind, always looking out for you more than his job requires, willing to listen to your personal matters or be a shoulder for you to cry on. he opens doors for you, holds your hand as you step out of your limo, extends his arm for you to hold onto when there's a crowd... you trust him more than anyone in the world...
#and thinking of u secretly crushing on him when you know you shouldn't#eventually things escalate and you're making excuses#saying you don't feel comfortable in your home so you'd like aki to come and stay the night#asking him to help you take off your heels and unzip the back of your dress and take off your necklace#and then asking if he'll stay with you in your bedroom#haaanndddsoommeee........ gah#saw some bodyguard aki fanart now I can't stop thinking#aki <3
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right where i need you
pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. smut. established relationship. fluff. unprotected sex in the kitchen - sorry not sorry. and not much else, really! if iâm forgetting something pls lmk.
words: 2.3k
notes: i havenât stopped thinking about him in that damn white tank since i first saw it and honestly i donât know if i ever will. hereâs just some random smut for you, inspired ofc by said white tank, please enjoy. thank you in advance for reading and as always - reblogs and comments are welcome and so appreciated! let me know what you think. đ©”
You canât be held responsible for this.
Itâs really not your fault.
Heâs the one looking soâŠhim.
It took one little look. And now here you are.
Youâre not complaining! But when your phone starts ringing with texts in about fifteen minutes asking where you are and why youâre late, well⊠you can deal with that later.
You had padded down the hall, hair and makeup done and dress unzipped with your heels in your hand.
Did you really need his help to zip it up? No. But you canât pass up the opportunity to feel his hands on you, even for a second.
He got home not too long ago so you know where youâll find him, but he hasnât come into the room to say hello, so youâre not exactly sure how youâll find him.
You started considering skipping out on girls night the second you heard him come in without his usual greeting, and that is still definitely on the table. You havenât been seeing him as often as either of you would like lately, and as much as you love your friends, you had brunch together last weekend, itâs not like itâs been ages⊠They wouldnât be too upset, youâre sure.
You decided youâd make up your mind when you saw Bucky.
You find him exactly where you knew you would. He stands at the kitchen counter, his hair mussed, shirt discarded as heâs clad in his black pants and white under tank. Heâs hunched over a bit and yet he still looks so big.
You smile wearily as you assess him from behind. He seems tense and tired and you can easily guess why. Heâs been working nonstop for the past two weeks, you know heâs exhausted.
You walk closer to him and he turns to face you as you near his back.
He may be exhausted but damn he always manages to still look good. Youâre almost envious of his natural allure.
âHey, sweetheart,â he greets with a rumble as you reach out to touch him, your hand on his side as you step closer to him. His own find your waist as he pulls you in to hug you. âYou look beautiful as ever,â he murmurs softly, holding you tighter than youâd expected.
âHi, baby,â you ease back. Itâs not a pet name you use often, but it slips so easily from your tongue as he holds you and you hug him back.
âThought you woulda been gone already,â he says as you pull back from him, your eyes meeting as he keeps his hands on you.
âNot yet,â you say, âcan you zip me?â
He smiles at you and you turn around, allowing him access to the zipper. He keeps a hand on your hip as he slowly works the zipper up the dress, taking his sweet time. Once heâs got it, he runs his big hand down your back and then settles it on your other hip, giving you a squeeze.
âThank you,â you say, turning to face him once more, âSo,â you broach, âhow was your day?â
âAh, we donât need to talk about that right now,â he tries to brush off.
âBucky,â you start to admonish before he interrupts you.
âHave I seen this dress before?â He asks as his hands wander along the fabric, his eyes following your every curve.
You sigh, letting it go for now, âNo, itâs new.â
âLooks good on you,â he compliments.
âThank you,â you smile with a titter.
He blinks at you, his eyes swimming with something you arenât sure you can name as his big hands find your bottom.
âIâve missed you so much, you know that?â
You nod, softening as you step closer to him, âIâve been missing you, too.â
He gives your ass as squeeze as you lean into him and you donât even realize youâre doing it as you let your gaze wander down his sturdy chest to where his tank top is still tucked into his pants. Heâs so built and so big, youâre damn near obsessed. And God, you really have been missing him.
His warmth, his touch, his everything.
You only realize you were biting your lip as his thumb comes up to pull it from your teeth. And you only realize your hand has been drifting down his thick, strong torso when you brush the top of his pants.
You meet his eye and you need no other warning of whatâs about to come as you see the longing there.
His hand is holding your face as he licks his lips without thought. His eyes drift from yours to your lips and then all at once heâs on you.
His kiss is fervent and hot as he leads you. You let him turn you as youâre entirely enraptured in his kiss. You donât recognize the counter at your backside as you kiss him back until he lifts you up without warning. His strength is always so impressive to you as you yip and reach to hold onto him despite the fact youâre already sitting safely by the time you do.
Your legs spread enough to welcome him as he stands between them, your dress already ridden up your thick thighs. His kisses are incessant as he holds you, his hands and lips both wandering what belongs to him.
Your hands are in his thick, dark hair as he attacks your neck and you canât help the moan that slips past your lips. You can feel his smile against your skin as he hears it, like music to his ears.
You pull him closer with your leg around him as he pushes up the material of your dress until itâs around your waist. His hands move higher and once he finds the top of your dress, he pulls it down too, taking your strapless bra with it. He unhooks it easily and tosses it aside while avoiding unzipping the dress for you.
His mouth is on your full breasts the moment he exposes them; licking, nipping, sucking at your nipples while your back arches and you moan at the feeling.
âBuck,â you eke out your plea, tugging at him.
He doesnât stop but his hands do move down to undo his pants. He pulls away after a second and pushes them down enough to free his stiff cock. He pulls you closer to him and then drags your silky panties down, tossing them with your bra before he situates himself back between your spread legs.
The feeling of his hand on your bare thigh is enough to set you on fire. He squeezes the ample softness there as he feels you, letting his hand slide up your leg to hold your hip.
Youâre definitely gonna be late now, but it really isnât your fault. They canât blame you. And even if they could, you donât think youâd really care.
Youâre pulled from your thoughts as you feel his cock head at your entrance.
âSo wet,â he murmurs as he drags himself up and down your slit teasingly, earning a whimper from you. âI know, baby,â he chuckles, looking up to meet your puppy dog eyes, âI know. Iâm gonna give it to ya, know exactly what you need, sweetheart,â he says, his words smooth as silk as he talks huskily.
He guides himself back to your slick entrance and right before he starts to push into you, he makes sure your eyes are on him, and of course they are.
You hold eye contact as he slowly moves into you, your lips parting on a gasp the deeper he goes. Your hands are messed in his hair again as your walls involuntarily squeeze his length inside of you.
âFuck,â you breathe. You pull him closer, angling yourself to kiss him again as he slides the rest of the way into your tight pussy. He kisses you back just as fervently as before as he starts to pull out of you before thrusting right back in. His thick cock dragging perfectly along your tight walls as he fucks you. His hand tightens on your hip as you squeeze him again, his eyes squeezing shut as he moans in turn, but his pace never faltering.
You wrap your arms around his neck and press yourself to him as he holds your waist. His cock hitting deeper with his every thrust. Youâre already on the brink of your orgasm as you bury your face in his neck, breathing him in as he fucks you in perfect time. His grunts and groans and moans fill your ears as your own spur him on.
âMissed you so fucking much,â he pants as he squeezes you again. You kiss his stubbled jaw, arching into him, âMissed you,â you mewl. You suddenly feel his thumb on your clit and you gasp out your moan.
âBucky,â you cry, hands gripping his solid back.
âI got you, sweetheart,â he husks, âcome on. Let go, baby. Come for me. Need to feel you come around my cock,â he grits, working your clit in tight circles as you clench around him, eyes squeezing shut and arms holding him ever tighter. âNeed to feel you,â he begs a little quieter, almost as if he was talking to himself.
You canât hold back any longer as his cock hits that special spot inside you once again while his thumb is ceaseless on your sensitive clit. Your face is in his neck as you quake against him, coming hard. Your body feels alight and electric, sparks of unadulterated pleasure shooting through you as you shudder and moan at the overwhelming feeling. Waves of ecstasy washing over you as you moan and whine in Buckyâs ear.
He doesnât relent as he works you through your high and pushes himself closer to his own, praises for you and groans of his own pleasure sounding from him as he fucks you, making sure you feel every inch of him, his hands gripping your ass as he keeps you close.
Your walls pulsing around his length have him growling as he teeters on the edge of his orgasm, but itâs your soft moan in his ear as you hold onto him that really pushes him over the edge. You sound so pleased, so satisfied and debauched and itâs all because of him. Itâs all for him.
You gasp as he comes inside you, curses of pleasure and your name on his tongue, his hot cum filling you up as he slows his thrusts. You feel his lips on your temple and then your cheek as he kisses you gently while he comes down. Your walls still squeezing him softly as you do the same until he finally pulls out of you, tucking himself away.
You hold his face in your hands, admiring him for a moment before you pull him closer for a kiss. He still stands between your legs as he lets you pull him further into you before you finally let him go.
âIâve really missed you,â you murmur. âI know youâre off all next month, and weâll be around each other, be able to make up for lost time,â you smirk coyly, âbut,â you breathe, âstill, I kinda just wanna stay here with you tonight.â
âYeah?â he asks with a half smile, âwhat about girlâs night?â
âTheyâll survive without me.â
âYou really donât have to cancel your plans for me, sweetheart,â he assures you, that look in his eye telling you more than his words. He doesnât think you mean it, doesnât want to seem like he wants you to stay just as badly as you want to⊠âI think I need some alone time, anyway,â he adds - now avoiding your eye as he speaks, and only fueling your previous suspicions as he fixes the top of your dress, taking a second before he wraps his arms around you. You let your own slide around his neck as he rests his head on your chest.
âI donât think I believe you,â you reply easily with a kiss to his hair before you urge him back and get off the counter.
He watches you as you turn around, your back to him. âUnzip me?â
He does as you ask, after a few seconds.
You shimmy the dress off and donât look back to him as you go for your phone set on the opposite counter. You shoot your friends a text letting them know not to expect you tonight as you feel Bucky at your back.
âYou donât have to stay for me,â he says again, even softer now.
You turn to face him, meeting his eye, âTell me you want me to leave, and I will,â you say.
He bites his lip as he watches you intently, shaking his head a bit before he speaks, âI canât.â
âDidnât think so,â you smile triumphantly.
You take his hand in yours and pull him out of the kitchen, down the hall to your shared bedroom. He follows with no complaint.
âYou shower, Iâll clean myself up a bit, then cuddles and talking, and then⊠round two?â
âAnd three,â he agrees, pulling your naked body against his still clothed one before he kisses you again. âAnd dinner somewhere in between.â
âSounds good,â you smile against his lips. âThe usual?â
He nods, âIâll call it in when we get outta the shower.â
âWe?â you quirk a brow, noticing the twinkle of mischief in his bright blue eyes just a moment too late.
You yelp as he picks you up effortlessly in his inhumanly strong arms, his mirthful chuckle sending butterflies alight in your belly as he smiles that charming smile at you.
âWe,â he confirms, walking you both into the bathroom, with no complaint from you as you relax in his hold.
God, have you missed this.
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Bakugo loves to zip up your dresses for you whenever you guys go out.
When you guys went out for the hero awards he happily took his time zipping up the lacey wine red dress you chose to wear, not aware it would be coming off 2 hours later.
Needless to say his favorite part was helping you get ready, strapping on your heels, putting on your bracelets and necklaces. He loved it and he loved you and as your boyfriend he made sure to remind you of that daily.
You had went out again but midday which for him seemed a bit odd with the dress you were wearing, you told him youâd be back around 7:30 to cook late dinner to which he agreed to as long as he could help.
You came on time like you said but he thought it was weird when you asked to take off the dress for you.. he did so anyways with a raised brow that soon turned into two when he realized you asked him to do so.
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âKatsâ you close the door behind you and wait for any sign of him being home.
âHey youâre homeâ he stepped out of your shared bedroom and made his way over to you, per usual helping you take off your heels and peppering you with soft kisses.
âDo you wanna shower ? I donât mind cooking dinner if you wanna relax.â he scanned your face for any sign of exhaustion or discomfort but was a bit confused to see the grin on your face.
You kiss him softly before cupping his face and reassuring him. âMâ okay katsâ and you canât help but smile at the way he loosens up knowing youâre okay, his kisses trailing from the palm of your hand that held his face to your arm and neck..
You were so into it you didnât realize he was starting to leave hickeys.
âMm kats..â you softly whisper, trying to get his attention.
âMm ?â
âI need you to do something for meâ
He looked up in curiosity and amusement as to what you might ask. âWhat is it ?â
âDo you mind unzipping my dress for me ?â You turn around and make sure your hair isnât in the way.
He paused for a moment, confused at your request considering you usually take your dresses off yourself with no issue. He didnât oppose to your request and began unzipping your dress.
He stopped for a moment.. ây/n..â you could feel his breath against your skin as he held back from taking you right then and there.
You couldnât help the smile that made its way to your face. âYou like it ?â
There was no response.. he was taking in the fresh tattoo that made its way from the nape of your neck down to the dimples on your back, the tattoo was sexy and he was glad you werenât facing him to see him practically drooling over both it and you.
âI decided to get one finally but I wanted to surprise you.. I thought youâd-â and you bit your lip to suppress the moan that nearly left your mouth.
He gently pressed a finger down your spine where the tattoo presented itself. God what did he do to deserve a girlfriend like you is all he could ask himself.
âK-kats itâs sensitive..â you practically whine as he trails his finger back up now placing both his hands on your hips to turn you around.
âI fucking love it.â is all he could say before crashing his lips onto yours, but before he could continue he had to ask.
âHow long until it heals ?â
âAbout 6 monthsâ
You expected him to be upset but the smirk on his face said otherwise.
â
âI donât mind putting you on your stomach.â
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I'm not sure if you are familiar with the "mating press" position, but the little horny voice inside my head says that Tommy would absolutely love it. Just imagine reader having her legs on his shoulders while he pins her down to the bed because he needed to let off steam. Of course, this is completely consensual! Reader is willingly helping her husband out like the sweet housewife she is <3 Would you be up to write something like that? Sorry for being so disgustingly horny about him... (â ÂŽâ -â ïčâ -â `â ïŒâ )
Omg i love this request!! HAPPY 1K MY BEAUTIES!!!
Mating press with Tommy <3
Warnings: unprotected sex, SIZE KINK OML (I'm sorry I couldn't help myself) pnv, afab reader, he cums inside because he's a loving husband, overall just porn with a little plot
It was a sunny day, the warm Texan breeze on your shoulders as you washed dishes from breakfast. A hefty pile of dishes, Tommy was not a small man to feed. As the warm water eroded the bacon grease from your castiron, you heard some stomping from the yard. You smile, you can imagine how he was looking at that very moment; his mask covering half of his sweaty face, hair stuck to his forehead, shoulders wide and casting a big shadow over whatever he was blocking. His tall frame was delicious, his arms, his hands that held the majority of your torso already made you hot on the back of your neck.
Lost in a trance of your thoughts, you feel the warm water over your hands' sudden absence. You don't need to turn your head to identify the reason. You can already hear his little huffs behind his mask and his big meaty hands pawing at your hips.
âI missed you, Tommy.â You turn and raise your arms to place your hands on his broad chest. His fingers fidget with the red trim of your sundress, one of his favorites. âYou like my dress honey? I like this one too, I wear it to ensure you stay grateful for this pretty little wife you got.â You giggle and cover his hands with your own, but only manage to shade a finger or two.Â
âI made you pie again Tommy, peach crumble! It's right on the counter. Lemme cut you a slice.â You smile warmly before turning to walk to the countertop to your right, but you don't manage. Tommys' hands are glued to your hips, keeping you grounded like a statue on the floor. âYou don't want pie, baby?â You ask, sweetly of course. You knew Tommy wasnât focused on your pie right now, you knew from the second you heard his feet shuffling outside that he had some steam he needed to release, and youâd be damned before you said you didn't want him to take it out on you.
You look up at his lust-filled eyes and reach to untie his sweaty mask. You didn't like that he always felt he had to cover himself up, but you understood it brought more comfort to his everyday life. As the mask fell, you could hear his shaky breaths practically calling for you. You got up on your tiptoes and pursed your lips, so he reciprocated, bending his head downward and capturing you in a warm, desperate kiss.
His hands on your hips lifted your body off of the ground, unconsciously, making your face line up with his. You wrap your legs around his waist, not making it all the way, but you were stable as his hands moved down to cup your ass. You whimper into his mouth, grinding your little hips against his big tummy, and running your fingers through his messy hair.
He lets out a single huff before turning on his heels and taking you to the bedroom. After storming through the doorway, he tosses your body onto yourâ neatly made bed and begins to undress. You take his cue and do the same, unzipping your flowy dress and slipping off your white panties. Leaning back in your bed, you take in Tommys' body, how the veins in his hands bulge as he unbuttons his shirt, and how tight his pants look on his thick thighs.
Once he's fully bare, he slowly stalks around the bed, looking you up and down like a piece of meat heâs longing to devour. Suddenly, he yanks you down by the ankles, making you lay flat on the bed. He pushes himself to his knees at the end of the bed, settled between your now parted legs. He shuffles forward a bit, then pulls you by the knees until your legs wrap around his hips.Â
He bends forward, towering over your frame. He takes your legs and pulls your feet over each one of his shoulders. Your thighs are pressed to your stomach as he settles an arm on both sides of your head. His hair falls around your face, and you reach up to kiss his pretty pink lips. You feel his girth slipping over your slit, and you reach your hand down to press his throbbing cock to your little bud. He groans at the touch of your hand and you begin to rock your hips back and forth, covering his length with your slick.
Not long after, he begins to rock his hips against yours in tandem. His forehead touches yours and you can feel his warm breaths covering your face. On one of his slower thrusts, the tip of his cock caught on the rim of your hole, making you take a sharp breath in. Tommy looks at you to make sure youâre okay, then slowly slides his fat member into you without warning.
âTommy! Jesus, baby slow down.â You whimper out. The intrusion makes your lips quiver and hands grip the sheets, so he takes your arms in one of his hands and moves them to wrap around his neck, immediately latching onto his hair. As he settles his hefty body on top of yours, his tummy pressing down tightly on yours, he pushes even further forward, trying to get as deep as possible.
Your moans turn into choked-out groans as he slowly pounds into you. Your toes curling and heels digging into his damp back. He lets out deep groans and uses his hand to wipe hair from your face. He cups your cheek and kisses you, a distraction from the ache of your stretched hole, struggling to accept his large cock.Â
His thrusts pick up in pace, and he buries his face into your neck. His hands slide down to grip your hips, and he maneuvers your body to slam down on his cock in time with his thrusts. In a state of complete cock-drunk bliss, you struggle to let out a whine as you feel your peak approaching. Rolling your eyes back, you grip his hair between your fingers and give it a little tug, before feeling the warmth of your orgasm explode through your body in ripples of pleasure.
Your back arches and your legs shake, the feeling of your pussy clenching over his length makes him whimper, and his thrusts become fast and shallow. You whine at the feeling of him abusing your overstimulated warmth, and Tommy leans down to bury his face in your breasts and grips your hips almost bruisingly in his hands, quickly reaching his orgasm himself.Â
He wraps his arms around your back and pulls you as close to him as possible before letting out one more deep thrust and filling you to the brim with his seed. He groans and flips over on his back, taking you with him. You lay over his body, feeling his cock softening inside you as his spend drips out. You both catch your breath and relax, his hands rubbing gently over your back.Â
You close your eyes and let the cool air of night take you both to sleep.
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Please, please, please-L. Norris
Lando Norris x fem! Reader
In which Lando takes care of you after a night out.
Warnings?: alcohol consumption, drunkenness, kissing, talks of sex, mentions of flashing, prob some errors, not the best ending, got the idea from tik tok so everyone say thank you Alix Earle for breaking my writers block!!!
Lando swore he was only turned around for a second, him and max werenât talking for long before his best friend was laughing and pointing behind Landoâs shoulder with a shocked expression on his face.
Turning around Landoâs jaw dropped at the sight of you standing on top of the bar, your Louboutin heels stranded on the ground below you as you screamed the lyrics to Sabrina carpenterâs newest song.
With a laugh lando made his way back towards you, âY/n!â
Your body spins at the sound of his voice, glazed eyes staring down at him as a large smile took over your face right as your favorite part played through the speakers.
âHeartbreak is one thing, my egos another. I beg you donât embarrass me motherfucker.â You sang as your body swayed, foot pointing at lando as you sang the lyrics.
He couldnât help but laugh at your shenanigans, his head shaking as you turned around again, your back once again facing Lando.
âBaby! please get down, itâs not safe up there.â He called once again.
âFineee.â You whined as you turned back to him with a pout going to sit down on the bar in order to get down however the Brit found himself launching forward to stop your movements the second he caught sight of your panties due to your position.
Confusion grew on your face as he gripped your waist and pulled you off the counter himself, your hands shooting out to steady yourself on his shoulders.
âLando!â You scolded as he placed you on the ground and picked up your heals from the ground along with your clutch.
However your drunken nature proved that to be impossible as you began to whine about your feet hurting leaving the boy no choice but to pick you up bridal style and carry you out of the bar.
âWhat was that for?â You groaned into his neck as you began to place sloppy kisses on the skin.
âYou almost flashed everyone in our section darling.â He breathed.
âOopsâ you spoke but the giggled that followed had Lando quickly realizing how far gone you truly were.
You were silent for the rest of the walk to the valet and as lando sat you in your seat before walking over to the drivers side of his Uris, making sure you were both buckled tightly before heading home.
âCan I see your phone?â You asked softly.
âRight in the consoleâ
He laughed at the squeal that escaped you, watching for a second as your hand moved towards the volume nozzle and you turned it up almost as loud as his speakers would allow.
Soon the familiar tune of âPlease Please Pleaseâ began to play throughout the car, your voice quickly following Sabrinaâs as you serenaded your boyfriend.
Lando jumped at the feeling of your hand on his jaw as he rolled to a stop at the light, your hand turning his head towards you as you sang out to him.
âAnd I have a fun idea babe, maybe just stay inside. I know youâre craving some fresh air But the ceiling fan is so nice.â You sang, finger pointed at him as you leaned closer and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips.
Some people might have found you to be too much when drunk but lando loved it, he adored the way your affection was always on level 100, and how you seemed to giggle at every little thing, how you were unashamedly yourself.
Your small concert continued until Lando pulled into his parking spot in the garage and turned the car off, a cry of annoyance leaving your lips as the song was cut off.
âSorry baby, time to go to inside.â He smiled softly as he unbuckled both of you and exited the car before helping you out and holding onto you tightly as he walked you into the house.
He walked you into your shared room, placing your heels down before coming behind you to unzip your dress.
âOhhh, is it sexy time?â You smirked at the feeling of his fingers on your dress.
Lando giggled at the tone of your voice, doing your absolute best to sound seductive despite your slurring.
âNah not tonight baby, but I promise to take care of you tomorrow if youâre feeling up for it.â He apologized, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade before allowing the dress to fall to the floor.
He moved across the room to the dresser to pull out one of his shirts for you to sleep in and by the time he turned back around you had already stripped your bra and had your arms raised in order for him to pull the shirt over your head.
âAre you sure we canât have sexy time?â You pouted once you were dressed in his shirt, your arms wrapping around his neck as his came to hold your waist.
âIâm very sure, now letâs go take your makeup off and brush our teeth.â He spoke placing a small kiss to your lips before lifting you off of your feet and carrying you towards the bathroom.
Settling you on the counter he pulled out your makeup remover and cotton rounds, dousing two in remover he began to gently rub your skin.
âYou looked so handsome tonight.â You spoke up.
âYeah?â
âMhm, love when you wear your shirts like that.â You nodded, lip pulled between your teeth as your eyes ran up and down his body.
âThought I looked like a slut when I opened them like this?â He laughed, bringing up your joke from before you two headed out for the night.
âWell yeah but youâre my slut.â You shrugged.
He shook his head at your words, his signature giggle bouncing off the walls of your large bathroom.
âAnd thatâs all I ever wanna be darling, all yours.â He cooed, lips connecting with yours once again.
âGood because Iâm not letting you leave.â You replied, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling his body closer to yours.
âEver?â
âNope.â You said popping the p, eyes locking with his, âYour stuck with me forever pretty boy.â
âI can deal with that.â He smirked before giving you a lingering kiss, the taste of your choice of alcohol for the night filling his senses.
âMm, yep letâs get those teeth brushed, all I can taste is vodka.â He spoke causing both of you to break out in giggles.
Many people didnât care for nights where they had to take care of their drunken partners but youâd never catch Lando complaining about it, even if you spent fifteen minutes with the same song on repeat as you screamed the lyrics, heâd never trade in moments like those for anything else.
After brushing both of your teeth Lando carried you to bed and tucked you in before stripping his own clothes until he was only in his boxers, your wolf whistle making his body shake with laughter before he joined you in bed.
âGet over here you muppet.â He smiled pulling your body closer to his, sighing contently as you snuggled into his side, leaving a small peck to his chest before he quickly hear your soft breathing fill the room.
He placed one last kiss to your head before allowing sleep to over take his own body.
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LOOKINâ OUT FOR YOU â hockeyplayer!chris
blurb; he helps you when your feet hurt after dance class. pure fluff!! mentions of blood.
your dance class had just ended, and you were in the dimly lit locker room with the other girls, the sound of muffled chatter and laughter filling the space. the faint scent of sweat lingered in the air. as always, chris would be coming to pick you up, but you still had a few minutes to yourself. you sat down on one of the cold, wooden benches, the surface hard against your legs, and placed your worn duffel bag next to you. with a sigh, you unzipped it and rummaged through until you found your spare shoes.
your feet ached, a dull throb that reminded you of every leap, every turn from the past hour. slowly, you slipped off your ballet flats, the tight fabric sticking slightly to your skin. as you pulled them off, you noticed the sharp sting before you saw itâblood. crimson streaks marked the tops of your toes, the raw skin beneath bright and painful to the touch. âshit,â you murmured under your breath, your voice barely a whisper in the quiet corner of the room.
one by one, the other girls left, their voices fading as they said their goodbyes, leaving the locker room quiet and still. the soft echo of the door closing behind them made the silence even more noticeable. you were alone now, sitting on the hard bench, staring at your injured feet. with a deep breath, you reached for your spare shoes, trying to slip them on, but the moment the fabric touched your raw skin, a sharp pain shot through you. you winced, biting your lip as you tried again, but the ache was unbearable.
"babe, are you here?" chris's voice echoed through the empty locker room, and you saw him walk in, his expression already full of worry. the moment he laid eyes on you, his concern deepened, and his gaze dropped to your feet. "oh fuck," he muttered, his brow furrowing. "hold on. iâll get something, i donât know, jusââwait here." without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel, disappearing back through the door in a hurry.
when he returned, he had ice and a towel in his hands. he walked over to you quickly, then knelt down in front of you. he gently pressed the ice to one of your feet, and the cold sent a sharp jolt of pain through you, a soft whimper escaping your lips as your hands instinctively gripped his shoulders. "it's okay, relax," he said, his voice steady and calm. his eyes stayed focused on your feet as he carefully held the ice against them, wrapping them in the towel to ease the pain, his touch gentle.
"jesus, what did you do to end up like this?" chris's voice was low, filled with concern, as he lifted his gaze to meet yours. his brow was furrowed, the usual warmth in his eyes replaced with worry as he studied your face. you offered him a small smile, trying to ease his worry. "sometimes it happens, it's normal," you said quietly. he let out a slow breath, his hand lingering on your ankle for a moment before he returned his attention to your feet. the ice had begun to numb the pain, but you could still feel the sharp stings beneath. "this isn't normal angel," he muttered, his voice tight with frustration as he looked back down at your feet. his fingers twitched slightly and his jaw clenched. you watched him, seeing how much it affected him, but there was little you could say. this wasnât new to youâthe bruises, the blisters, the bloodâbut to him, it felt like too much.
after a while, he carefully removed the ice and towel, setting them down on the bench beside you. without saying a word, he reached for your spare shoes and ballet flats, placing them gently inside your duffel bag before zipping it up and slinging it over his shoulder. "what are you doing?" you asked, a hint of confusion in your voice.
but instead of answering, he bent down and scooped you up in his arms, holding you like a princess. "taking ya home, angel.â
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teach me kisses? - OP81
summary: oscar teaches you to kiss ig. gone right.
wc: 2k
tags: fluff, tooth rotting, maybe suggestive, uhh kinda sad but not for them lmao, not proofread
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It was safe to say Oscar was a little more than concerned to receive a text from you in the middle of a relatively chill day, asking for him to come over. Of course he does seeing as it's impossible to deny you, his best friend of six years. He rushed around his flat unsure of what to grab, so he settles on a multitude of items: Advil, Tylenol (for variety, you tend to get picky), a hoodie with his cologne, and another hoodie (once again, variety).
While making the drive to your flat, he stops by a corner store to grab a few more items on the rare chance you might be upset with him. The bell dings as he steps into the family-owned shop, most definitely older than him if the kind old lady behind the counter was anything to go by. It's mostly empty, the short aisles containing various items, but he knows what he wants. Settling on a nice bouquet of pink tulips alongside your favorite soda, Oscar makes his way to the counter.
The cashier smiles at his items and makes idle conversation with the young man, feeling some sort of interest within him.
"She the lucky girl, or are you a lucky man?" She asks, chuckling softly as she fixes up the flowers to look more presentable. Oscar's face tints pink, an awkward side smile pulling on his lips.
"Oh shes- well-" He stumbles for his words, suddenly seeing you in a new light he'd previously pushed down in the fear of losing you. "lucky man." Is the answer he settles on, giving a slight huff of laughter to ease his own nerves that the old woman doesn't share. She hands him the flowers and soda, patting his left hand as she does.
"My Willis and I have been together since the fifties, so listen to me when I tell you...cherish each other." A nostalgic smile lights up her face, previous youth shining through. Pictures hang on the corkboard behind her, all featuring that youth beside a young man.
"He was lost in the war, but those few years were the best of my life." She sighs softly, a shaking hand tracing along a picture of Willis. "You keep that girl close, or my umbrella and I just might have to find you." Oscar nods at her comment, taking it to heart.
"I'd never hurt her, Gods help me if I did." He mutters, placing his credit card back in his wallet, a picture of you beaming at the camera greeting him momentarily further softening his heart.
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Your doorbell startles you even through you'd been pacing in front of it for the past ten minutes, debating every choice that has led you here. Trembling hands brush invisible dust off your pajamas and regret fills you for not looking more presentable. Peering through the peephole, you are greeted by Oscar rocking on his heels in the hall, your favorite flowers in hand.
The door flinging open surprises him, as does your hand tugging him inside. Within a flurry of motion the tulips are put in a vase, the soda is already half chugged, and multiple thank yous meet his ears. You're a tornado of movement and he has to catch you by the shoulders, stilling you in front of him with a worried gaze.
"Did something happen? Are you alright?" He asks, eyes scanning you and definitely not lingering.
Definitely.
"No I'm fine Osc, no need to act like a worried mother." You wave his concerns off, moving to set on your comfy sofa, soda still in hand. He settles down beside you, placing his stuffed to the brim backpack by his feet. He unzips it and a hoodie half falls out, one that he places in your lap. "Why..are you cold?" He smiles awkwardly at your question, now feeling like an idiot.
"No uhm, well I was worried so I might have...over prepared." Before he can hide his backpack you're already rifling through it, awing at each thoughtful item.
"You brought me drugs! How kind." You snicker, holding up the Advil and Tylenol. Oscars already red face only turns a darker shade and he snatches them away from you.
"I didn't bring you drugs- well technically I did- but I thought you were sick or something!" He defends, placing the bottles back in his bag. An apologetic smile forms on your face and your hand falls to his shoulder, appreciation only rising for the sweet man before you. What country did you save in a past life to warrant such blessing?
"Not sick, but I do have a bit of a request for you." Your hands twist nervously in your lap, the inside of your bottom lip chewed raw at this point. Oscar dips his head to meet your gaze, making you feel warm all over from his attentiveness. "You need to promise me that you won't laugh, okay?" Oscar nods, shifting closer to you.
"I promise I won't laugh." He murmurs, worry internally taking him over as thoughts rush through his mind. Did you take your ex back? Are you sick and lying to him? Oh God do you have a new boyfriend?? This one truly makes him sick, but he refuses to dwell on his reaction.
Inhaling deeply, exhaling through your mouth, you blurt out what you want with your eyes squeezed shut.
"I need you to kiss me."
Oscars heart stops briefly, then kicks back up into overdrive. Is this what a heart attack feels like? Kiss you? You? His lips on yours? Oh God.
His silence makes you nervous so you peek, and the air is punched out of your lungs as a result.
His face is red and he's stone-still, lips parted and eyes ever so slightly widened. Is it bad to say you enjoy seeing him like this?
"Okay." The words finally leave his lips in the form of a breathless whisper, tongue darting out to wet them subconsciously. Surprise smacks you in the face, never once having anticipated a yes so simply. An urge to explain fills you; to justify such a request.
"See I just- well I have a date tomorrow and it's been a long time since I've ever kissed someone, so I figured you could help me relearn." You explain, hands waving around in the air to further your point. As you speak, you don't notice the way Oscar steels back up, shutting back down. How could he ever think you'd be into him when you're so amazing? All of those emotions are forced back into an old box, edges worn out from his mind picking at it on late nights.
"Right. Yeah." He nods, swallowing the bile wanting to rise. He should be happy for you, for taking such a step after the shit-storm of your last relationship. Jealousy edges into his mind, seeping into the cracks and his ego, protectiveness shifting into possessiveness for a split second. You're his, not some random guy who can't even qualify as a man. He's always been there, not this- this idiot.
"So uh, do we just..?" You bring your legs up onto the sofa, sitting criss cross and shifting to face him. The nerves teeter on uncomfortable, but excitement balances it all out for you. His lips are so kissable, it has honestly pained you for years that you may never feel them against your own. Oscar takes the lead of course and his slender yet strong hands cup your jaw, pointer finger drawing circles just in front of your ear. You feel frozen in time, hands useless in your lap as you can't seem to draw your attention anywhere but those lips and the light stubble surrounding the area.
"..You need to close your eyes." He reminds you, his voice sounding a whole lot more gravelly, if not hoarse. Why would it be? What would cause such a-
Warmth. His lips, a delicacy you knew internally you craved, bring a warmth you'd forgotten the embrace of long ago. Oscar sharply inhales at the first contact and struggles to restrain himself, your hesitancy in the kiss the only reminder that you need slow and gentle. He abides by this and tries to stay focused while you lose any thought except the need to keep him as close as possible, right on you where he belongs.
Your eyes had fallen shut awhile ago, but who can say? Time feels meaningless when Oscars hands are trailing down to your hips, the kiss at some point having deepened into an intimacy you weren't sure even existed. He lifts you into his lap with an ease that sets you on fire, scorching a path up to your heart and burning up the oxygen in your lungs. Not that you mind. You'd happily give him your air if it'll make him stay attached like this. Oscar memorizes all of you as you do him, burning your skin with his touch and peeling away layers of lies you'd both put up for a false pretense of simple friendship.
Maybe you've fallen into wonderland because you certainly feel mad. He's tearing out your soul with how gentle yet compassionate his kisses are, soft gasps and sighs filling the otherwise quiet flat, only to mingle with birdsong outside the window. Would you let him kiss you on that balcony for everyone to see? A Juliet he'd most certainly keep. He tugs you closer, chest to chest and heart to heart, both fluttering wildly as if in a cage. Every touch he gets is full of you, any late night dream far surpassed as you give up any control to him, bending under gentle actions like putty. God and your taste, one in the same as it is for you. Closer and closer you become, the outside world ceasing to exist just like any false boundaries you'd both foolishly believed like it'd save you from the damnation of love.
"Osc.. Oscar.." You mumble breathlessly as you part, both panting for air and refusing to give the other space with the way your foreheads stay pressed together. "I lied. There's no date." The white lie is finally revealed, one you'd said out of fear for rejection.
"...Thank fuck." He mutters, laughing under his breath as his lips meet yours once more. He can barely kiss you though, not when he's smiling so widely. You giggle, so he does too and suddenly you're both laughing heavily, falling into one another.
"Be mine?" The question leaves you without consequence, your heart and head airy with love. Oscar nods into your collarbone, still placing kisses there with reverence.
"I've always been yours." He says simply.
"Me too."
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"C'mon! We're gonna get soaked!" Your laugh fills up the corner store, rain hammering down on the two of you. Oscar trails in behind you, hand tightly linked with yours as a bright smile stays firm on his face.
"Thought you liked when we were-" He starts but you slap his shoulder, covering your grin with your free hand as you scoff. He grins back, leading you through the short aisles to wait out the storm and maybe get a few (a lot) of cheat snacks. Oscar grabs Snickers, you grab Hersheys. He takes a Sprite, you take a Dr. Pepper. (You'll later end up forgetting that chocolate melts and get a whole pizza instead, walking in the park while eating out of the waterlogged box.)
"That everything?" The old lady behind the counter asks as Oscar goes to pay, just barely beating you to it while ignoring your protests. He thinks for a moment and then grabs a bouquet of pink tulips, grinning like he'd just won a race. Your heart warms and you peck his cheek as thanks, his pale skin going an identical shade of pink to the petals. Maybe one day he'll realize that that's why pink tulips are your favorite.
She checks you out and waves goodbye since the rain has since cleared up, watching as you walk out swinging each other's hand. Her gaze falls to the corkboard behind her, a small smile on her lips as she traces her lost loves face.
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hello I haven't written in forever and I also don't know why I gave the old lady a backstory ????
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nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x unsub! reader | masturbation (m), this may make not a lot of sense but the concept is whatâs important, not the content lol
tw: mentions of sexual abuse, mentions of murder, reader really isnât that bad, spencer likes women who can control the situation, reader is wearing heels and it turns spencer on but there is absolutely no foot fetish because that is not my cup of tea at all
thinking about a reader who is an unsub. spencer had gone undercover to meet you, going on a date with you. and you already could tell he was undercover. how couldnât you? he was awkward, unsure of his surroundings. and the smallest imprint of a bug on his suit jacket. in order to maintain your cover, you had learned to notice the smallest of things about your surroundings.
the date began innocently. the two of you laughed, talking about random things about your personal lives that wouldnât give anything away. until eventually something shifted. you had told a story about how you were abused sexually as a child.
âis that why you go around killing men that represent your abuser?â spencer asked quietly, his voice so sure of himself as he looked at you with a look of âthereâs no hiding from this oneâ.
and in response, you smirked. âthatâs quite the accusation, wouldnât you say?â you murmured, tilting your head at spencer.
âone that youâre not denying,â spencer said matter-of-factly.
you simply smiled, nodding your head. âwhy should i?â you asked, using your heel to run along spencerâs leg, causing him to shutter. âyou see, men are all the same,â you leaned in, looking at spencer with a seductive look. âso easy to please. the smallest of gestures,â your voice was so smooth and confident, sending chills down spencerâs back. âbeing more than enough to send them over the edge.â your heel made it to his crotch, grazing the tent that had formed so quickly underneath your touch.
spencer let out a small gasp, gripping the table in front of him as he tried not to buck his hips into your heel. âand you use that to your advantage,â he said, clearing his throat.
you nodded your head, twisting your heel slightly to give him slight friction. âyou see, men are disgusting by nature. anything and everything turns them on and so theyâll take what they want,â you exclaimed. âare you going to take what you want, spencer?â you asked seductively.
spencer let out a shaky breath, licking his lips. âso you killed men simply because theyâre gross to you.â
you shook your head. âevery man iâve killed has had a history of past abuse towards others,â you exclaimed seriously, taking your heel off of spencerâs crotch. âso go ahead and arrest me but at the end of the day, i took away the people that could hurt poor innocent girls like i once was.â
and so you were indeed arrested, leaving spencer with his thoughts all wrapped around you. luckily the case had taken place in D.C as he was able to just go home immediately after. once he had gotten home, he couldnât help but think about your heel on his crotch.
it was gross of him to think of you in such a way. youâre an unsub, a murderer that he had just locked away in jail. but your motive for killing was understandable. itâs not like you murdered anyone innocent. and god, you were so undeniably beautiful.
spencerâs cock was still hard from earlier, having not been able to give himself any sort of relief. the geniusâs brain had turned to mush and it had taken all of his strength to muster up the questions he had asked you. and he was sure that you could tell.
unzipping his pants and pulling them down, spencer gripped his cock as he leaned against the door to his apartment. he began jerking himself off, indulging in his thoughts about you. part of him felt sick for doing this. isnât it just proving your point? men want what they want with no care for the world. anything and everything turns them on. spencer was not an exception.
he let out a small moan as he teased his tip with his thumb. he thought about how you would most certainly degrade him, control him. oh how he wanted you to use him for your own pleasure. spencer wanted so badly to give to you what he couldnât give. maybe thatâs what made him different than the rest of the men in the world.
he wanted to give, not to take.
spencer whimpered, pumping his cock faster. he can still practically feel the weight of your heel on his cock, making him want nothing more than to bend to your will. he felt himself getting closer with each thought about you. and with a choked moan, he began cumming, spilling ropes of his seed onto the floor and onto his hand.
perhaps you knew that you would be on spencerâs mind for awhile. perhaps you knew that he wouldnât be able to resist your charm. because from there on out, spencer only thought about you.
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frat joe with drunken confessions definitely !!!!
Drunk Promises, J Burrow
summary; joe being absolutely gone and rambling about things he shouldn't.
warnings; swearing, kisses, mentions of drinking, drunken rambling
word count; 700 something
note; i'm so bored and tired but i can't sleep so i decided to fulfill this request while i have some downtime:)) also hey?? Its been like a million years, more frat joe coming soon;)!
The porch is spinning and Joe swears he sees three different door knobs after he's struggled with only you to help him drag his heavy limbs around. He attempts to reach for one of them but misses, swishing his hand around before he finds it to unlock and shove the door open. You mumble every swear that comes to mind when it slams into the rubber stopper on the wall, surely waking up everyone in the house and a few houses down, "Welcome to my humble abode, gorgeous," he smirks, stumbling into the wall, trying to play off the fact that he nearly fell over by leaning on it with arms crossed over his broad chest.
When your eyes meet him, his brows raise playfully. At this point it's taking everything out of you not to bust out laughing at his advancements, he's not one for compliments unless he's high as hell or drunk out of his mind, "I've been here more times than I can count, but thank you," you shake your head as you unstrapped your heels, leaving them to rest on the shoe rack.
After he'd struggled as much coming up the front steps, you're thanking God he chose the bedroom on the ground floor rather than up or downstairs. "To my bed then," he asks hopeful as all hell and you nod, taking his hands and leading him straight to his bed. He falls back onto it slowly scooting himself toward the headboard.
Quickly you bolt to the kitchen in search of hangover relief and some water before he gets any stupid ideas whilst left alone. Upon your return, you're greeted by a shirtless Joe who's struggling to get his jeans from around his ankles. Shaking your head for the thousandth time, you tug them off, discarding them in the hamper in the closet. "Eager for me?" You scoff at the ever-deepening of his voice and allow him to unzip your dress.
When his hands swiftly push the fabric from your shoulder, "Not tonight, Joey. Why don't you get some sleep" you step back and he continues attempting to pull you back into him. Joe watches intently as you find one of his LSU shirts folded atop his dresser, give it a smell test, and climb into bed beside him.
"Pathetic excuse for panties," he mumbles through hiccups, using his index finger to snap the elastic against the meat of your hip. You roll your eyes and as you inch away from him his arms wrap even tighter around you, keeping you plastered into him. He grinds his hard-on into the back of your thigh holding onto your hips moving you only where he sees fit.
"Sleep, Joseph," you murmur against his pillows but of course, he's relentless with his wet, sloppy neck kisses. This time you sit completely in bed, snatch the pillows from behind your head and throw them onto the floor. You fumble in the dark for the throw blankets at the foot of his bed, once you've found them you make your spot on the floor, but before you even put the pillows into position he's mumbling and hiccupping through protests.
"mmmm, baby noo, get up here with me. I sleep a bajillion times better with your body next to mine," when you meet his eyes they're glazed over, almost like he wants to cry but is fighting it with every fiber of his being. You're quite shocked, never has this man ever cried in your presence and for that to happen right here, right now, wouldn't shock you with the way he's been acting since his third drink. "And you're drunk, I don't want you to do or say something you'll regret, honey."
He's melting internally at your use of that sweet little nickname you love to use when he's been drinking, "I'll be quiet about all that, mama, I promise" You sigh, and give in as soon as a pout begins to show itself on his pretty, perfect face, picking up your stuff off the floor just as fast as you had put them down. Before you're even back into his bed, he's giggling and scooting over to leave much more space than you need to keep his promise.
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"Birthday party"
TW: age gap, reader is 20, Tom is 30, nsfw, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, cunnilingus, rough sex, breeding kink, degradation, dirty talk, hickeys, alcohol, aftercare
synopsis: You recently became Bill's friend despite your age difference and he invited you to his birthday, introducing you to his twin brother Tom, who you instantly felt attracted to.
You had recently meet Bill Kaulitz at a party and soon became really good friend with him, so much that he decided to invite you at his and his brother 30th birthday party.
You obviously knew is brother, Tom, but you had never met him in person, so when you finally arrived at the party, in your black dress and heels, he introduced him to you.
"Tom, this is y/n, y/n this is Tom!" Bill shouted over the loud music, smiling at you two.
As soon as you lifted your eyes up to him you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body feeling his firm gaze on you, you instantly felt attacted to him, even though you knew he was 10 years older that you, he was handsome and you couldn't deny it.
"Nice to meet you, y/n" he said, leaning closer to hug you and waking you up from your state of trance as you felt his arm tugging on your waist.
"Nice to meet you too!" you quickly said, returning the hug.
You tried to ignore Bill's look, a mischievous one, of someone who new something was up.
Some hours and drinks later you were dancing to the music that blasted in your ears, eyes glancing to Tom from time to time, but you had lost him in the crowd a while ago.
You kept dancing until someone placed his hands on your waist, confused you turned your head to see who it was and you couldn't help but blush as you recognized Tom, who was now dacing with you, chest pressed to your back and grip firm on your waist.
Initially none of you two said anything, just dancing together while your hands found place in his hair, behind you.
Some minutes later you felt faint kisses on your neck and shoulders that made you moan slightly, intoxicated by the feeling of his lips and the alcohol as the movement between you two became more and more sensual.
"Let's go somewhere more private, shall we?" Tom asked you, lips brushing your ear.
You nodded, unable to let words out of your mouth, as you felt him take your hand and lead you somewhere else, an empty bedroom in their luxurious villa.
As soon as you two entered the room his lips were on your neck again, more passionate now, leaving bites and little marks all over.
You let your hand travel through his hair, grabbing a handful of them and squeezing them slightly.
"you're so beautiful... I know I shouldnât be doing this but... fuck, when i saw you... i couldn't stay away" he whispered, placing his hands on your waist.
Suddenly he lifted his head, looking right in your eyes.
"If you don't want this stop me now"
You knew he was older that you, you knew that you didnât knew him that well and you knew about his past reputation but the excitement that your body felt everytime he looked at you was enough to let all your worries wash away, pressing your lips to his, connecting them in a passionate kiss.
Tom immediately returned the kiss, picking you up from the ground as he walked to the bed, placing you on it.
His mouth traveled to your neck again, then down to your clavicles and then your boobs as he started to unzip your dress.
Once it was completely gone you were left in your black lace panties and bra, that left Tom staring at you for more than he wanted to.
So you placed your hands on his shirt, tugging it a bit to signal him to remove it, which he did a second later.
He then kissed you again, hand on your right boob as he massaged it slightly.
"Get this thing off" he mumbled in the kiss, as the bra got in the way of his hand and your boob and you did exactly as he said, exposing your breasts to his sight.
He immediately placed his lips on your nipple, sucking it slightly while you whined, starting to get desperate to feel his touch in your core.
"I know baby, I know..." he whispered, sliding his right hand under your panties, middle finger caressing your core as he spread your wetness.
"So wet for me, aren't you?" he asked but you couldn't respond, the feeling of his fingers finally on your sex clouding your mind.
"I asked you something, pretty girl" He said firmly, pressing slightly on your clit.
"Yes, s-so wet for you" you said in between moans. He then stripped you of your panties and made you open your legs a bit, placing his finger to your core again, inserting one and then starting to pound in you slowly.
"f-fuck.. Tom.." you moaned his name, needing more from him.
Almost as if he read your mind he inserted another finger and started to move his finger faster, enjoying the sight of you moaning in pleasure beneath him.
"You're so pretty, so needy..." he continued for finger you, getting closer to your heat as he placed his tongue on your clit and started massaging it.
The sudden contact made you throw your head behind, as indescribable pleasure filled you, grabbing Tom's hair while unholy sounds left your lips.
"Please, Tom.." you whispered, you needed more.
"Please what? babygirl.. you need to use your words" he teased, fingers pumping into you.
"Please, fuck me... please..." As you said this Tom nodded and retracted his fingers, leaving an aching emptiness in you.
He then stripped completely, leaving you to witness all his beautiful features, he was really fucking handsome.
He was about to take a condom when you stopped him, the thought of his cum in you overcoming your common sense.
"Don't... I'm on the pill, please..." you sounded almost desperate.
"Such a naughty girl, want my cum that much?" he asked, to which you couldn't help but nod.
He then climbed on the bed again and aligned himself with your entrance, pushing it in you just a second later, your moans filling the room.
"fuck, you're so tight" he immediately started to push into you, seeing how you were moaning in pleasure.
"fuck, fuck!" you moaned loudly, the sound of the music muffling every sound you emitted.
"look at you, so young and fucking guys like me who are older that you, uh? you should just call me "sir" at this point" his words were sharp and mean but it only contributed to your excitement.
"sir... please, please harder!" you immediately obliged to the new name, nothing at his words and grabbing Tom shoulders for support while he continued to pound into you, hitting your sweet spot continuously.
He then placed a hand on your clit, massaging it slightly, making you clench around him, grunts and moans leaving his lips.
You felt your climax close, moaning with your mouth agape.
"I'm.. I'm close!" you informed Tom.
"yeah? then cum for me princess. cum on my cock." he then connected your lips in a sloppy kiss, hitting your g-spot ripetely.
After some second you felt your orgasm hit you, your legs trembling while you moaned "sir!" on Tom's lips, immense pleasure washing over you.
You didn't even register Tom's words until you felt his cum fill you up more that you already were, making you moan.
The unholy scene was contrasted by Tom sweet kisses on your face, trying to make you come back from your high.
"Are you with me, baby?" he whispered sweetly to which you nodded.
He then got out of you, the sight of his cum slipping out of you almost making him hard again.
"You are so beautiful, fuck..." he whispered, making you giggle.
You suddenly felt the urge to hug him, to have him close to you, so you dared to reach out your hands to him and to your surprise he pulled you up and placed you on his lap, holding you gently to him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, sweet voice filling your ears.
"Yes, so much..." you whispered, you felt safe in his arms, in the arms of someone who was like a stranger to you, but you didn't care, you wished the time could stop right there.
"We have to clean up, let's go to the bathroom" he picked you up and, after making sure no one could see you, walked to the bathroom, where he filled the bathtub with warm water.
Too tired to move you let Tom place you gently in the water with him, the party long forgotten as he slowly cleaned your body.
You don't remember much after that, you probably fell asleep, but you didn't care because now it was morning and you were in Tom's arms, hugged close to his body.
You know you will have to talk about this with him and you know that Bill will probably fill you up with thousands of questions, but you didn't let it worry you now, placing your head on Tom's chest, drifting off to sleep once again.
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I loved your Mother Who Indulges fic. Never read a lactation kink fic before and the combination of Joel liking the breastmilk so much that he actually gains weight from it was really good.
The way you wrote Joel enjoying the milk, the scene with him sneaking to the refrigerator, getting off on the sensation of his bigger body and then surprised that Reader helps him finish drink off the milk glorious.
I was wondering if you would be interested in writing more fat!Joel feeling good as a bigger man (Has Tommy said anything to Joel about his weight gain?).
I was wondering if you'd like to write a scene where Joel is enjoying a meal, then he has to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants because he's getting uncomfortably full.
Thank you !! I'm glad to have introduced you to some new combination of kinks and concepts for Joel! Idk if you meant for this ask to be smutty (probably not) but my brain just kept writing so I hope you still enjoy!
This can be read with Mother Who Provides and Mother Who Indulges, or as a standalone
Extra Helpings
Fat!Joel x F!Reader
Warnings: unprotected sex, feeding, cockwarming, talks of weight gain, breastfeeding, food play, vaginal fingering, oral f receiving, cum eating, dom!Joel this time around, slight anal fingering, brief daddy kink
18 + ONLY
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Now that Joel was a few sizes larger than last year prior to your baby being born, neither of you really let it deter your fun. In fact, he seemed to be in a much chipper mood than before. Having more energy with you and the baby, smiling bigger and brighter, and --not that its a big deal or anything--much much hornier.
Its as though before Joel wasn't really giving himself the right kind of nutrients. Just eating enough to get by, not really paying attention to vitamins or fats or anything.
When he looks in the mirror now, he feels... good. In a very odd sense. With his near beer gut middle pertruding out, he would not even come close to "fit" physically, though his line of work still gets his heart pulsing and muscles flexing better than most his age. But the sheer effort it takes to get up, the way he lumbers and feels the weight of himself shift...its like his ego is blooming physically. He's a bigger man for it.
Joel tucks his hands underneath the swell, giving himself a good lift. Shit, he really has gotten thick. Bouncing lightly on his heels , he turns to his side in the mirror just to see the vast amount of space his profile now takes up.
It makes his loins ache. Especially how you were begging him to fuck you missionary, feeling his new body up and caging you beneath him with no room to escape but to take it all...
Hes gonna get a boner before dinner even starts.
He's gotta say, beastmilk was like super serum, and not just for babies but for grown men too. Now that he was bigger, that also meant a bigger man with a bigger appetite. and you were very happy to indulge.
Joel plops down heavily at the dinner table. You had been chopping some taco ingredients and marinating chicken all day, so he was exceedingly excited for dinner. rubbing his hands together, you set down his plate of 10 warmed tortillas and enough fixings to feed a large family.
He smiles back up to you as you stroke his rosy cheeks. "There's more on the stove if you run out, I'll heat it up for you."
He kisses your palm. "You're so good to me."
you giggle and take your seat. "Eat up, big boy."
And he did. Joel woofed down 8 tacos easily in the first few minutes, grease and bits of melted cheese dribbling down his fingers and wrists before slurping it back up and sucking his digits clean. You ended up making half dozen more before he started to slow down, adjusting himself in the chair.
Joel coughed, raising himself uncomfortably then sitting back down with a wiggle. "Shit, m'gettin--kinda full."
"Don't force yourself, baby, when you're done, you're done--"
Instead, your husband leans back in his seat, his tightened flannel shirt riding up his ridiculously pronounced belly. he skillfully slits hiis fingers below his pudge, and the click of his belt comes undone, followed by a relieving pop of his jean button. "ughghhyeah--" he groans, his belly, no longer restrained, doing the rest of the work by forcing the zipper down fully so that all his extra stuffed gut can breathe.
Your jaw is still open, eyes refusing the depart as you watch it bounce and settle. He's a little proud of himself by your dumbfounded look, smirking and wiping his mouth with a napkin. He gives you a show by sitting up and letting you marvel at the little extra jiggle.
"What? I like ya cookin," he chides, getting you to blink and resettle your focus a little higher again. It doesn't help how blown wide your pupils are, the way you shift and clench your thighs. His eyes glaze down your body, licking his lower lip slowly as if he's about to have his main course. Palming his growing bulge, he grunts, "How bout desert?"
"I--made--made you--uh--" your face was warm, legs squeezing together, unable to stop your gaze from drifting downward every so often at the enormous swell in the middle and his brazen display of pants drawn open at the dinner table.
Joel's large chunky hand glides up along your thigh, the heat of it making your insides churn deliciously. he keeps riding it up, up, up, under your little shorts and towards your center.
"Can ya spread for me? Always make me such nice things to eat. Can't stop eatin what ya put in front of me. Wanna give this one a taste," he whispers darkly.
You part your legs as two fingers slither through your soaked folds. Despite your gasp, you spread wider, letting Joel play and pat your wet juices. He curls his fingers inward, scooping some of your arousal before withdrawing and shoving the sticky solution into his mouth with a moan.
"mmmm oh babygirl, that's so sweet," he hums, eyeing you from the side with a devious smirk as he boldly licks and sucks his fat digits clean. He smacks his lips with each one, savoring the salty tangly flavor--the best taste in the whole world.
"Ya said you made me somethin too?" he asks softly, rocking back and patting his belly casually as if he wasnt just fingering you under the table and sucking your juices clean.
"i--cookies..." you choke, wondering why you feel so empty now. "I wanna feed you cookies."
He shurgs and gestures for you to get on with it, and you don't wait a second. Stumbling into the table slightly before gathering the fresh warm plate you had just baked from the oven.
Joel claps his hands together like a giddy child. With his legs spread wide, you straddle his thighs, your stomached pressed against his lower belly. He wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you flush, whining as the hardened, wet print of his clothed cock kisses your warm pussy.
"Take this off." He helps you shuck off your top, leaving your swollen breasts exposed. "oohhh yeah..." he rolls his tongue, clicking at the beautiful sight of you naked on his lap. You can feel his hands instinctually take their place on your tits, cupping and massaging them in his beefy grips.
You giggle, moaning a little before taking a larger chocolate chip cookie and presenting it to his greedy lips. Joel opens his mouth as wide as possible with a dramatic "aaahhh" as you slot it in for a generous bite.
"Milk n' Cookies!" he grumles through his chewing.
You tilt your head in confusion , were it not for the way he opens his mouth again, a few crumbs spilling down your chest, ducks his head lower and latches on to your breast.
"mm--mm--mm" he hums loudly between each gulp of your sweet milk.
"Fuck," you whisper, closing your eyes. Your hips work on their own, grinding down on his bulge to relieve the pressure that was building in your stomach.
He pulls away with a pop, kissing the little pebble of milk left from your nipple. "How bout Milk n Cookies with a good ol cockwarm for me?" he suggests, gripping your hips and humping you harder against him.
"Ah huh," you babble, using your free hand to pull his cock from his boxer slit and shove it underneath your shorts, aligning to your slit.
"There we go-that's it baby--that's it--sink right down--thereyago!"
You both sigh contently. With his stomach and your cunt filled to the brim, you kiss his nose lovingly before getting back to his cookie munching and titty sucking routine. all while slowing bouncing on his throbbing member.
"Joel--I can't--can't do it--"
he finishes his last swallow of your milk before helping set the plate down on the table behind you. "Ya did it, baby. Let Daddy take care of the rest."
He plants his feet flat on the floor, leaning back slightly, gripping your ass and thrusting upwards.
you fall forward, a moaning, useless mess as Joel uses you like a little fleshlight.
Sweaty and pressed fully against his large frame, comforted by the extra fat now built there, you hug him tightly as he pounds up into your squelching pussy.
"Like that, huh? Like gettin me all fat, every fuckin' day, just so you can sit on my cock and ride me?"
Yeah! Yeah fuck--fuck yes Joel--love it, love you so much!"
"Yeah? Everyone keeps askin me what I been up to, gettin this big. told em my wife feeds me, s'all. Think they're jealous, baby. They want a good little housewife who lets em suck her fat tits all day fill them up. Ain't sharin ya with no one."
You nod into his shoulder, cross eyed and too blissed to answer anymore.
"Joel forces his thumb into your mouth. Saliva and drool coat it sloppily before he draws away and spanks your ass cheek, smiling as it jiggles. The room is filled with skin slapping and your babbling pants.
His thumb brushes over your butt, inching closer to your other unoccupied hole. He presses down with the tip, the pressure againdt the rim of your hole sends jolts of pressure. Theres a moment of panic that settles over you: Joel was always blessed with strong, delft large fingers. But since his bodily change, they've only gotten proportionally thicker, ans that means extra stretch for you. He works around in circular motions before being able to slit inside, guiding you up and down with his thumb in your ass as anchor.
"Tommy even makin' comments. Kid thinks he knows shit. Told em, I said I was eating pussy, drinkin' milk, and gettin my cock sucked every hour, every day, and ya cooked me whatever the fuck I wanted. Does that sound like a bad bet? Hell no, fuckin' heaven is what is it."
"Joel, baby, I'm bout to--"
he lifts the two of you up and sets your back flat against the table, spreading your legs wide. Joel growls like a beast before letting his mouth latch on to your mound, eating you out.
its all tongue and slurping and sucking on your twitching clit. You whimper over and over again until you're gripping his hair and cumming, pistoning your pussy into his jaw as he drinks your orgasm for all its worth.
"That's my good Momma," he gasps, twisting and scissoring his thick digits deep inside you and slamming your spot repeatedly. All while his tongue swirls in fast circles around your swollen clit.
Your head rolls to the side, still heaving from your high as Joel jerks his red, beating member to completion over your body. "FUCK!" He grunts, spewing ropes of his creamy seed all over your tits.
You yelp and laugh when he crashes on top of you to lick it all clean, sucking his salty cum and your sweet cream all in one go like a messy dog lapping at peanut butter. The newly padded layers of his body cushion you securly under him, not that you minded at all. In fact, you welcomed the warm, heavy feel of him surrounding you, strong and secure, hugging him close as the two of you suck air, breathing in the table of cookies, tacos and sex.
he plants his lips between the junction of your breastbone. "You're always gonna be my favorite snack, ya know that?"
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Getting comforted when they find you having a breakdown in the shower
A/N: I'm once again writing something self-indulgent based off something inspired by real events (I'm fine now, dw) ^^
Alsoo(!) next post is gonna be another batch of memes ^^
⥠Masterlist âĄÂ
Characters: Satan, Paimon, Ppyong, Foras, Beelzebub, Gusion, Beleth, Morax
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The water has long gone cold by now, wanting to pay no attention to it, but the foresight of your water bill forcing you to turn it off. You're sobbing, sitting in the bathtub of the bath-shower combo, clutching your knees to your chest. As you're taking another shaky breath, a loud banging on the door fails to startle you.
âY/N, you in there?! Answer me or I'm breaking down this door!â a deep voice booms from the other side. You don't doubt his threats and the thought that instead of bill for water, you'd be spending money on a new door is not much help for your situation right now and so you answer in a low voice: âI'm here.â
Just wanting to make him leave so you can collect yourself at your own pace without having to snap back into your usual personality, you take deep breaths so you can calm down a little bit and sound normal if he ask something more.
Instead, Satan commands you: âUnlock this fucking door.â His tone is stern, but not as angry, like initially. You don't want to move any more than extremely necessary, so you just respond: âIf you turn the bolt under the handle up, it'll unlock.â There are few seconds filled with sounds of scratching at the door handle and Satan's low mumbling, followed by a freezing breeze, indicating that the door is wide open.
Looking to your left, in the dim light of fairy lights, there's a faint silhouette of a short demon, whose horns are sticking up, over the shower curtain. The tiny room and your position closely to the ground make him seem bigger than he really is.
The shower curtain is roughly pulled aside, revealing him fully. His expression is tense, just like when he's grinding his teeth, but he's not doing that currently.
Upon seeing your form, Satan huffs and quickly unzips his overall and sheds it, kicking it aside. Once his shoes have followed suit, Satan situates himself in the bathtub behind you, spreading his legs on each side of you. Two muscly arms wrap around your whole form and pull him more close to him.
The angry demon then proceeds to gently rock the both of you from side to side while whispering reassurances into your ear, making you feel safe for the time being.
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âY/N~? Where are you?â a melodic voice chimes from somewhere in your house and you internally groan. You love Paimon to bits, but please, not right now. Now is the worst moment for that cheery attitude of theirs.
âAre you in hereee?â the cheery demon lightly taps on the wooden door to the bathroom, you're hiding in. 'Maybe if I'm quiet, he'll think I'm not home and just leave' comes to your mind. Well it's worth the shot. Or at least would be, if Paimon didn't know how to unlock every door in your house. The now amplified clacks of their heels on the tile make you more and more exhausted, as if your body only now realised how late in the night it is.
Soon enough, the colorful demon is peering down at you, after having slid the shower curtain aside. Their usual happy expression quickly turns into that adorable pout they so rarely wear. âY/N~? Are you okaaay?â
It's impossible to lie them straight in the eye. âI'm not.â are the only words you manage to muster out before tears flood your eyes again. âNooo~, Y/N don't cryyy!â Paimon quickly kicks off his shoes and steps into the bathtub with you, sitting down opposite of you with their legs crossed, completely disregarding the fact that the tub is still wet.
You shake your head, trying to chase the tears away. Paimon's hands gently grab your face and you're forced to look into those beautiful eyes of his as their thumbs wipe away the tears that escaped your eyes.
They slowly pull you closer so they can plant a kiss on your forehead, the bridge of your nose, and finally, the tip of your nose. You can't help but smile a bit. Their cheery energy seems to be gently helping to lift up all the gloom.
â Y/N~, tell meee... why are you cryyyinggg?â they pout again with their face close to yours, still not fully withdrawn from kissing down your nose.
âI-It's nothing, really...â you don't want to burden them with your temporary moments of feeling like you have no control over your own life. You'd feel selfish for dumping all your worries on someone who seems so carefree.
âWell then maybeee, we could do something more fun~? Like paint our naaails, ooor facemasksss~?â they start trying to find something to help you get your mind off those gloomy thoughts and bring some more happiness in.
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You've been crying for a good while now, but all of a sudden the tears seem to be hard to get out. Like someone's watching you. But that's nonsense. Your playlist stopped playing about 15 minutes ago and the place where you live is so quiet at night, you'd hear if anyone broke in or even walked around. With a slight shake of your head you dismissed the thought that it's just the innate urge to perform even while completely alone. Maybe you should just get up now and distract yourself with something before going to sleep.
That was until you lifted your head and noticed a certain little lump looking over at you from the cabinet above your head â Ppyong. He looked worried, but also like he's on some important mission.
âThe hell, Ppyong? How long have you been there?â you call out at him, slightly annoyed. So that's why you couldn't cry anymore.
âJust a while. The angel attacks aren't as bad, so Majesty Satan allowed me to visit you tonight, aye!â he seemed to get happier, but then his face fell once again,âAnd then when I couldn't find you anywhere I saw that your bathroom door was locked, so I figured you'd be there, aye! But you were being too quiet so I slid in to see if you're okay.â
âAw, Ppyong...â you exclaim, absorbing what the little lump just told you, âbut why didn't you say something?â
âHis Majesty Satan sometimes gets like this too and if anyone disturbs him, he gets very irritated, aye! So I just stood guard, making sure nothing happens to you while you're in such delicate state, aye!â the little red demon flies down to your level, all worries seemingly gone and instead replaced with courage of a knight.
âAw, that's so very considerate of you, Ppyong!â you can't help but smile. He's too adorable and he meant well. Ppyong's face also seems to light up as well.
âUgh, okay, let me get out of here and I might find something for you in the fridge.â you start getting out of the bathtub, knowing fully well that you have a whole unopened box of chocolate truffles, that you're happy you've held off on opening.
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You're shivering out of nowhere, despite just before your breakdown having taken a steaming shower and the steam filling up the small room shouldn't have escaped this soon. The only time you feel this type of shiver is when you're showering with one of your favorite demons. Wait, maybe..? But if one of them was here, you'd see some sort of silhouette behind the shower curtain. Unless..? Your eyes widen at the sudden realisation, that there's only one demon you know that has the ability to be unseen.
âIt's kinda rude to observe people in the shower without them knowing, you know?â you say with irritation lacing your words.
âI-I'm terribly sorry, miss Y/N. I was tasked to check up on you and found you like this. I wasn't sure what to do. I should've announced myself. Please excuse my mistake and overstep of your boundaries.â a silhouette forms on the other side of shower curtain. You can barely make out that Foras' head is bowed down in honest revernce.
âOh, okay then.â you accept his apology, not in the mood for empty pleasantries.
âIf I may inquire, would you kindly share with me what has gotten you into such state?â you can hear the genuine worry and interest in his voice. He wants to help if he's able to.
âForas, it's nothing and a lot at the same time. Are you sure you want to know? It's kinda a heavy subject.â you ponder if you really want to share all your worries and anxieties with someone. Talking about them feels like letting them win, afterall. As long as they're contained purely in your mind, they can be pushed to the back and ignored, but by voicing them feels like giving them more power.
âPlease share. I'm all ears. A problem shared is problem halved.â you can hear the tall demon shift from standing to kneeling on the floor right next to you, the shower curtain being the only divide between the two of you.
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The room is quiet save for the soft sound of water dripping from the faucet in front of you. Until it becomes accompanied by the unmistakeably annoying high-pitched buzzing sound of a fly. For a normal person it would mean that their bathroom isn't as well sealed, but you instantly knew that it's not just any normal fly.
The annoying buzzing finally stops when the insect lands right in the bathtub in front of you after having flown multiple circles above your head, as if announcing itself to you. It doesn't stay there for very long though. You're quick to scare it away with your hand since you're not in the mood for Beelzebub's shenanigans right now. Thinking you're alone again, you sigh and close your eyes, resting your head on your knees.
The comfort of being alone doesn't last for long, though. As soon as you're unable to hear the flight of your insect intruder, a strong presence makes itself known behind your back. You don't need to look around to know that it's The Lord of Flies himself.
A slender, tan finger pokes your cheek, but you ignore it. Normally it would maybe make you smile, but not now. Beelzebub lets out a little curious hum and proceeds to poke your cheek few more times. Still finding you unresponsive to his annoying behavior.
âAw, you're no fun, Y/N! I take the time out of my day to come see you and this is how you are?â a low voice playfully scolds you over your shoulder. Somehow, even with closed eyes you know he's sporting his significant smirk.
âI'm not fun today, Beel. You might as well go do your work instead being here.â you say while turning your head to the other side - away from him, still resting it on your knees with eyes closed. The way he's still so cheerful makes you start feeling slightly angry.
âHmm... Nah. Id' much rather spend time with you even if you're not fun. At least it's a good excuse for me.â he chuckles and leans over your other shoulder. You're clearly showing multiple cues that you'd prefer to be alone right now, but he chooses to overlook them.
âCool. Thanks for your support in these hard time, I guess.â you say with an overly sarcastic tone. Seriously, can this guy take a hint?
âOh, c'mon, don't be like that! Here -â Beelzebub's two strong arms pick you up like nothing and make you lay on his chest, holding you there so you can't escape, âthat's better. Now, tell me all that's making you so cranky today, hm?â
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You phone has stopped ringing for the third time now. Each of those times you had no energy to even get up and decline the call. It's really late at night, so you can use the excuse that you're just sleeping.
Suddenly there are some pointed knocks at the bathroom door. They sound so forceful and you know exactly who is on the other side of the door.
âHey, you've been in there for a long time now. You okay in there?â the tired voice of none other than Gusion sounds off.
âY-yeah, everything's fine...â you try to sound as okay as possible, but the 'fine' comes out more as a loud whisper. Still, the last thing you want is to add another thing to Gusion to worry about.
There's a short quiet pause, making you think he did leave you alone, but instead a swift draft of chilling air finds your trembling figure followed by a quiet thud of a door being closed. The presence of the smartest demon fills the room.
Soon enough the shower curtain is partially pushed away in front of you. Gusion sits on the exposed part of bathtub's edge and peers down at you with compassion in his very tired eyes.
âSo, what is going on?â a simple question prompts you to bite your lip and shake your head to stop the tears filling your eyes.
âHey, hey... Focus on me, okay? Whatever it is, you're strong enough to fight it. It won't win. Even if it's a bit of struggle, you'll crush it, okay?â a gentle hand pushes a wet strand from your face and travels under your chin to lift it up to meet his soft gaze.
âGus-... I... Am I unlovable?â more eyes spill from your eyes as you search for an answer in his expression.
Gusion's expression turns to one of surprise and worry: âWhat? Absolutely not. Don't you see all the people and demons around you who adore you?â
âI mean, yeah, but in the grand scheme of things, it's like I can't have anything nice for too long and most people just eventually leave.â you can't contain your tears anymore and your vision gets so blurry, you can't even identify his features in the dimly lit room as his dark hair and clothes become part of the darkness.
âOh stop saying dumb shit like that and come here.â Gusion's expression is back to his usual as far as you can tell as he simply reaches out for you in the bath and manoeuvres you into his lap, pulling you into a very tight hug.
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You've been sitting in the tub for quite some time and the cold is starting to envelope you when the sound of heavy footsteps in your hallway startles you. Yet, in the state that you're in and slowly getting paralysed by the cold, you wouldn't mind at all if someone actually invaded your house. But it's probably one of your demons, who will see that you're not home and go back to Hell. Hopefully.
The footsteps stop in front of the door to your bathroom and then the door flies open as if it wasn't locked in the first place. That's gonna be fun to replace tommorrow.
Just as you're about to turn to your side and give your intruder a piece of your mind, the shower curtain is yanked away to reveal Beleth with a tense expression on his face. It's quiet and still as he takes a drag of his cigarette, analysing the situation. As the cloud of smoke dissipates in the air, the fallen angle drops his blazer on the ground. In a second a towel is placed around your shoulders and you're being carried to your bedroom.
âWh-what are you doing?â you squeak as you're being set, now dried off, on your bed. The way he handles you feels like you weigh next to nothing.
âTakin' care of ya.â he shrugs and looks around for some piece for clothing for you to put on. The way he dresses you in the oversized t-shirt he found, seems like he does it almost every day. But you suppose that might be because he does similar things while serving Belphegor.
âBut-â you're interrupted from your protest by a light slap on your bare ass, âNo complainin'.â Blinking away the surprise makes the next few seconds seem like a series of photos telling a story of Beleth picking you back up and laying in your bed, setting you cuddled up next to him.
âSo... How 'bout ya tell me 'bout what's worryin' ya pretty lil head?â he lowly purrs when the blanket is pulled over the two of you as he's pulling out another cigarette and lighting it.
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âY/N, is everything okay in there?â a gentle voice calls onto you from behind the locked doors.
You don't answer. You can't answer and even if you tried to assure Morax that you're okay, your voice would betray you. It would surely sound tired and strained from all those silent screams you've let out.
The door opens despite being locked. At least Morax is considerate enough to use magic and not tear through like others would. The sound of soft steps and rustling fabric indicate that the bandaged demon walked in and knelt next to the bathtub. The shower curtain complains a bit as he tries to move the plastic away, but not tugging enough to make the rings fully slide away.
A red-haired bandaged head peeks in to fill in the opening. A kind, pink eye scans over your whole form, looking for any sign of harm that would've caused your silence. You seem to be in good shape. At least physically, that is. Your glassy, puffy eyes tell a different story about your mental state, however. At this moment Morax wishes that Buer - his mental wellness colleague was with him.
âY/N.â he decides to softly say your name to try and get your attention. It's rare for him to be worried for others, unlike others worrying for him.
Just now you realise, that you're shivering, but thanks to the shower curtain not being fully pulled away, there's still some heat trapped in the shower. You finally look at Morax with your eyes still watery and ready to cry more.
âMorax, I-â your sentence is interrupted by the very same demon reaching above you and wrapping a towel around you like a blanket. As skinny as the healing demon looks, he's able to get up and lift you out of the bathtub while pushing the curtain fully way to sit you on the edge of the tub, kneeling down in front of you again. His hand comes up to your face to move away any wet strands of your hair from your face that have fallen there and stroke your cheek with his thumb.
Meeting your gaze, he slowly gets up and sits next to you as one of his hands comes around your side to pull you into his chest in an embrace.
#what in hell is bad#what in âhellâ is bad?#whb satan#whb paimon#whb ppyong#whb foras#whb beelzebub#whb gusion#whb beleth#whb morax
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can just imagine how you thought itâd be an excellent idea to dress up a little for your autumn, corn maze hangout with bestfriend!yuuji and how it goes incredibly wrong. or does it?
because come on, itâs almost halloween! itâs the time of the year where the chilly weather nips at your fingertips and the leaves start to undergo the process that turns them into the prettiest shade of auburn. like the earth is engulfed with darkened shades of chestnut; the complete opposite of the earlier months that brought along hours of sunlight and heat. you love it. and you realize your adoration for the season only grew when you were with your best friendâ yuuji.Â
so much so, that you went above and beyond with planning your outfit for your autumn-themed date with him. heâd overheard a group discussing some weekend plans and the idea of taking you to a corn maze instantly stuck out to him. and it wasnât any typical corn mazeâ it was the largest in the city! so he snagged two tickets and cheekily asked you to clear your schedule for the weekend. a beaming grin on his face when he noticed your eyes light up in excitement. and the two of you are always eager to spend time with each other (yuuji was basically glued to you) so the activity was the perfect mix of adventurous and fun. there was a literal bounce in your step when you were rustling through your closet.Â
at least, that is until you were uncomfortably shuffling your feet to alleviate the pain that shoots up your leg whenever you step forward. and you didnât want to tell yuuji, per se, since the two of you were already lost in the gigantic maze. you donât know how it happened but youâ potentiallyâ couldâve led the two of you down the wrong turn. but donât worry! yuuji was all smiles and reassurance when you shot him a sheepish look due to your small blunder. but now the pink haired male was concentratingâ hard. thereâs a slight furrow in his brows as he pulls out the map from his back pocket. and heâs so cute. clad in an oversized sweater that matches with your outfit. his grey beanie does little to hide the pink strands of hair that stick out from underneath and heâs just so lovely right now. so you didnât wish to inconvenience the cute hangout that he put together for you. you watch as yuuji tilts his head, the epitome of perplexed, as he studies the map in his hand. the piece of paper is slightly crumbled, the action of being folded and then unfolded taking a toll on its readability.Â
and okay, maybe itâs partially your fault for wearing a new pair of boots that you didnât break in yet. but you didnât have time! you just knew that these shoes would go perfectly with your outfit and (hopefully) yuuji would like them. and he did! drawing an inquisitive hand down the length of your boots, he murmurs a gentle, âIâve never seen you wear these before. âts pretty,â as he helps you zip them up. when he turns away you spot the tips of his ears tinged red.
but he doesnât like them now. in fact, he despises them. notices the slight wobble in your step right before he turns around to familiarize himself with the environment. it doesnât take much for yuuji to realize something is amissâ especially if it involves you. with widened eyes, he hastily takes off his sweater, places it on the dusty ground, and ushers you to sit. and there the two of you are; yuuji on his knees, his denim jeans getting dirty, as he leans over to unzip your boots for you. always gentle and considerate. thereâs a splotch of red on the back of your heel which bleeds through your sock and he purses his lips once he spots the telltale signs of your discomfort. Â
âwhy didnât you let me know?âÂ
gazes up at you through his lashes when he asks like heâs personally hurt that you decided to put yourself through discomfort for his sake. because that just wonât do. he whispers your name in a rushed breath. hates that he didnât notice sooner. and he just knows that youâre in pain from the way you bite at your bottom lip when he brushes his thumb against your thrumming ankle and you swear you hear his heart cracking within his chest.Â
yuujiâs heartache only worsens when you explain that you didnât wish to trouble him with the injury and he takes your hand in his as he says, âyouâre never a bother, yâknow?âÂ
and with that, he guides you onto his back and securely wraps his arms underneath your knees before he stands at his full height. slender fingers pressing against your skin, you realize that itâs the first time heâs held you like thisâ firmly, like he was scared of letting you go. and of course, the pink haired male is naturally affectionate but it was never to this degree. there was always a polite boundary that two friends shouldnât cross. yet, it made you reminiscent of a future that you desperately dreamt of. little do you know, itâs what yuuji wishes for too. and for someone like yuuji, carrying you was easy. a piece of cake, really. he crouches, with you on his back still, to snag up your boots and his jacket as he navigates through the entire maze while carrying you. thereâs not a single complaint that leaves his lips during the whole ordeal.
at the end, he cheekily mentions that itâll be better if you hold onto him tighter, a laugh leaving his lips when you bashfully hide your face behind his broad shoulders. and itâs nice. two warm bodies brought together by the breezy, cold weather; two hearts that equally yearn for each other. you were certain that autumn was made to fall for yuuji.
#yuuji itadori#itadori yuuji x reader#jujutsu kaisen#itadori x reader#itadori x y/n#jjk x reader#yuji itadori#yuuji fluff#jujutsu itadori
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hello ash, your writing is lovely!! i was wondering if i could request reader being in subspace after a night out with a guy who didn't give her aftercare, so roomate!eddie makes her feel better? just like taking on the role of caretaker and telling reader that he'll keep her safe and just tucking her in and giving her cute, chaste kisses?
(this is totally self indulgent cos i was sent home after no aftercare and had to do it myself)
Aftercare has my heart. That's one of my favorites parts about being intimate with my partner, the pillow talk that comes after
Thank you for requesting! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it <3
Small fluff blurb
Y/N tried to hold back her tears as she slammed the door. She cursed herself for even leaving the bar with that guy. She should have known a random hookup at a bar wouldn't be romantic or respectful in any kind of way.
She scoffed as she thought about how he rolled off of her and told her to be out by morning. The way he didn't bother to see how she was, just closing his eyes. He had the nerve to go to sleep while she sat there naked and vulnerable.
She felt alone, scared, and used. All she wanted was to feel good. But now she couldn't help but feel like an idiot. She felt like she did everything wrong and she wasn't even worthy of being taken care of. Was she a burden? Was it too much to ask for a soft cuddle afterward?
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She freely cried once she made it into her apartment. She slammed the door and ran off into her room.
Eddie was on the couch, a hand in a bag of chips when she ran past. He sat up worried, he dusted off his hands and followed behind her.
She was on her bed, lying on her side as she curled into a ball. She sobbed into her knees, her small dress riding up. Eddie could see the beginning of small hickies forming on her thighs.
"Oh, pretty girl." He cooed, walking over to the side of the bed. He kneeled, his face close to hers. He used his right hand to softly pet her hair.
"I don't wanna talk about it." She sniffled, and her red eyes looked at him. She looked so scared and hurt.
"Then we won't talk." He said softly, he stood up and removed his sweatpants. She watched him confused but didn't say anything. He gave her a trusting smile and took off her heels. Then he slid the sweatpants up her legs.
She sniffled but could feel the tears stopping. The comfort of her bare feet against her warm blanket. The softness of Eddie's sweatpants on her bare legs. Eddie grabbed her hands and helped her sit up. He nodded to her dress, and she got the hint. She reached behind herself and unzipped the dress, she stood up and let the dress sink. She stood in a bra, but Eddie's eyes stayed on her face.
"Good girl." He said softly, the praise warmed her stomach as she felt a small smile on her face. He walked over to her drawer and pulled out a small shirt.
"I'm going to turn around while you take off your bra and put this on, can you do that for me? It's okay if you can't." He asked, she nodded and took the shirt. Just as he said, he turned around but left his arm behind his back. His palm upwards gave her the chance to hold it if needed.
She couldn't help but melt at how nice he was. The way he was soft and easy with her.
"Done." She said quietly, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do next. He turned around as she stared at him, blankly waiting for the next direction.
"Look at you! You did so well." He praised. "Let's go into bed and have some cuddles. I know you love cuddling before bed."
She nodded excitedly, moving onto the bed and slipping underneath her covers. Eddie turned off her lamp, crawling over her body as he settled next to her. He wrapped his arm around her, his lips next to her ear as he breathed against her.
The air hitting her ear and his arm wrapped around her made her feel safe. She didn't feel alone and she felt wanted. Why couldn't every guy know what she needed like Eddie?
"You're safe here." He whispered, he leaned forward and pecked her cheek.
And she believed him
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Halloween, 1978
Pairing: Eddie Diaz x reader
Word count: 1.8k
Notes: Ye I guess today is just one of those goin through it kinda days. I am excessively sad and i, like 90% sure its just the after affects...effects of my period. Its whatevs
Day 12: Cardiophilia
Eddie stands behind Buck, rubbing his shouldersÂ
âCome on man, come on you got thisâ
The crowd around them cheers as Buck shoots the little ping-pong ball into the cup and the other team loses. Eddie shakes Buck and they both cheer along, high-fiving and doing their stupid little dance theyâd been doing all night every time they got a shot.Â
Eddieâs so distracted (and drunk) that he hardly even notices you walk past, that is until he spins around to grab Buck another egg roll and splashes whatâs left of his drink all over your nurse costume, and subsequently your chest.Â
âOh my god!â You shriek and his mouth flies openÂ
âOh god! Shit, fuck, shit Iâm so sorry Iâm-âÂ
âTake her to the bathroom upstairs!â Buck shoves him toward the stairs and Eddie grabs your hand, pulling you with him as he profusely apologizes the entire way up.Â
He locks the door and rushes to get towels for you, he awkwardly pats your chest before just shoving the towel into your hand.Â
You snort and turn toward the sink, to dab some water on the light stain and sigh. Itâs difficult to clean it up at this angleâŠÂ
âHey, Doctor?â You ask as you look into the mirror.Â
Eddie had decided to be a doctor for Halloween, heâd done a couples costume with Buck who was the patient with a giant blood spatter all over his gown.Â
âYes, Nurse?â He chuckles, shaking his head and you smileÂ
âMind if I borrow your lab coat for a while? I think it would be easier to clean this if I took it offâÂ
âOh yeah of courseâ He takes it off while you unzip the front of your dress, he knows he should have looked away, but he couldnât help himself. You look at him as you let it fall from your shoulders, he gulps as he keeps his eyes laser-focused on yours, no way is he looking down at that lacy bra and⊠andÂ
Okay, he was looking. The strings of your panties cling to your hips and he canât take his eyes off of you. You smirk and turn to run your dress under the water and he shifts uncomfortably, discreetly adjusting his hardening cock.Â
âSo uh- if you- if you wanted some privacy?â He points at the door and you dry your hands, before slipping on the lab coatÂ
âNo, itâs okay⊠I think thatâs gonna take a minute to dry and I donât know, I guess Iâd be pretty bored alone. That is if you wanna stayâÂ
âNo-no Iâm so cool with staying- Iâm⊠fuck am I good with stayingâ
âUh huh, I betâ You smile, walking over to him. Your heels click against the tiles with each step you take, you reach out and grab his stethoscope, toying with itÂ
âThis thing really work?âÂ
He smirks âYeah of course it does⊠Why? You think you need a checkup?âÂ
âI donât know⊠Iâm feeling a little faintâÂ
You fan yourself playfully and he takes a step forward, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. He takes the end of it, putting it to your heart.Â
âMmm, I think I know the problemâ His lips touch your throat and he canât help but grin when he hears your heart rate pick up. His hand slides down your side as he kisses your neck and it goes crazy.Â
âW-whatâs my problem?â You whisper and he chucklesÂ
âI think your heart is beating too slow⊠we should seriously do something about that. Could be dangerousâÂ
âWhat do you suggest?â You mumble breathily and he looks up at you, nuzzling his nose against yoursÂ
âMaybe a kiss? Just to start things out..âÂ
You nod slowly and he captures your lips, pushing you back against the wall, keeping the little circular part against your chest. He can hear the way your heart rate skyrockets as he kisses you, your soft moan amplified in his ears.Â
âMmmm taste so goodâ He kisses across your jaw, leaving hot kisses in his wake, he feels you grab onto the front of his scrubs as he slots his thigh between your legs. You whimper and he growls as you begin to grind against it.Â
âSoundinâ so much better baby girlâ He pants in your ear âBut youâre still not where I want youâŠâÂ
He takes your hand and puts it on the stethoscope to hold it in place before his fingers slip inside your panties. He feels your wetness and grins against your skin.Â
âMaybe this will help⊠you gonna be a good girl and take your medicine?â His fingers find your wet folds and you gasp, immediately rolling your hips against himÂ
âMhmâ You mutter, your body shuddering and he shakes his head
âYou donât sound very convincingâ He moves his fingers away and you whine, your hips chasing after him. He leans down again, his lips attaching to your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.
âYes Doctor, Iâll be good and take my medicine, I promiseâÂ
Eddie groans against your neck, his fingers picking up speed as he thrusts them in and out of your tight heat. He can feel your walls clenching around him, your arousal coating his fingers as you work your hips on his hand desperately.
âThatâs it, baby. Take what you needâ he encourages you, his other hand sliding up to cup your breast, squeezing your nipple through the thin lab coat.Â
âYouâre so fucking hot, Sugar. I canât wait to bury my cock inside you.â
He captures your lips in another bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he continues to finger fuck you. He can literally hear you getting closer, your body tensing beneath his touch, your heart beating out of your chest. Heâd never been harder in his life and he canât believe listening to you is getting him so worked up.Â
âDo it,â You beg, your body shaking under his âJust put it inside me please, I want you to b-bend me over and-â
His pants are down faster than you can even finish the sentence as he twirls you around, pressing you into the wall.
âYou want this, baby?âHe asks, his voice rough with desire. He positions himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing you.
âYou want me to fill you up?â
He doesnât wait for an answer, thrusting forward and burying himself deep inside your tight heat. You both moan at the sensation, your bodies fitting together perfectly.
âFuck, you feel amazing,â he groans, starting to move inside you. âSo tight, so perfectâ
âSo yoursâ You purr as your head falls back against his shoulder.Â
Eddie grins, his eyes dark with lust as he watches your face contort with pleasure. He loves seeing you like this, so lost in the moment, so desperate for him.
He picks up the pace, his hips slamming against yours as he pounds into your tight heat. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the small bathroom, mixing with your moans and gasps. Neither of you can even be bothered with wondering if anyone can hear you, the music is loud enough anyway.Â
âThatâs it, babyâ He praises you, his voice strained. âTake it all. Youâre doing so good.â
He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. âIâm going to fill you up so good, sweet girl. Youâre gonna feel me for days.â
His hand snakes between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles. He can feel you getting closer, your walls starting to flutter around his cock.Â
His other hand comes up, wrapping around your neck and you hold onto his wrist. He can hear your heart pounding in his ears, it matches so perfectly with his he could cum right there. Your hot, breathy gasps, your high-pitched whining, itâs all in his head right now as you completely overwhelm his senses.Â
âGod Eddie youâre t-too big, too muchâ
You pant, your cunt fluttering around his cock, taking him deeper as pumps his hips into you. He feels his legs getting weak as you say that, his cheeks flushing pink.Â
His grip on your throat tightens slightly as he feels your pussy clench around him. The thought of making you come undone on his cock is driving him wild.
He increases the pace of his thrusts, his fingers rubbing your clit harder and faster. He can feel his orgasm building, that coil so close to snapping, but he holds back, determined to make you come first.
âCum for meâ, His voice was low and sexy. âLet go, baby. I want to feel you cum all over my cock.â
He leans down, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, marking you as his. His other hand slides down to grip your ass, pulling you deeper onto his cock.
You shatter on his cock, your orgasm flowing through your body all the way to the tips of your fingers. His name spills from your lips over and over again as he keeps pounding into you, fucking you through the waves of pleasure.
Eddie feels your body shake and tremble as you come undone beneath him. Your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him for all heâs worth. He groans, his hips stuttering as he fights to maintain control.
âFuck, Y/N,â he gasps, his hand tightening around your throat. âYouâre so fucking perfect.â
 He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he continues to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm.
With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his hot seed. He moans into your mouth, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
 You both stay like that for a moment, your bodies intertwined, he can hear your hearts pounding in sync. Finally, Eddie pulls back, his softening cock slipping out of you. He helps to keep you on your feet, holding you close as you both try to catch your breath.Â
âWe have got to do this more oftenâ You giggle as you take the stethoscope from his ears and put it back around his neck.Â
âYouâre telling me⊠that was fucking hotâ He nuzzles into your neck and you turn around gingerly, giggling and holding onto him tightly.Â
Thereâs a knock at the door and Eddie groans, walking you both slowly over to the door and cracking it open.Â
âHey Iâve got some club soda for Y/Nâs costume⊠apparently that just gets shit out of everythingâÂ
Buck lets himself in and goes over to the sink, pouring it over your dress to soak.Â
âI canât believe you spilled on her, weâre supposed to be a group costume. Now we donât have a nur-âÂ
He stops in his tracks, noticing your disheveled looks⊠the way heâs holding onto you⊠the glossy look in your eyes, and the exceptionally bright blush on Eddieâs cheeks.Â
âIN MY BATHROOM?!âÂ
#words by rhys#911 x reader#rhys writes#eddie diaz#911 fox#eddie diaz x reader#911 show#evan buckley#911 abc#kinktober 2024#911#911 fandom#911 fanfic#evan buck buckely
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angst and smut thought
rebound!taehyun x reader
your ex is beomgyu and you want to get over him, he seems to have moved on from you already but you just want to forget about him so bad. here comes taehyun who you know is so head over heels for you and is willing to do anything, even if thatâs to become your rebound.
one day you see beomgyu live, doing his own thing and he looks happier. your heart aches because you know he doesnât think about you anymore, but only views you as a friend. his feelings have detached from you ages ago.
wanting to forget about beomgyu so bad and to just feel something, you call taehyun over and of course he doesnât say no. when he comes over heâs sitting on the edge of your bed, wanting to ask if youâre okay, treading on eggshells around you but you fall to your knees in front of him, hastily lifting his hoodie, fingers quick to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans but taehyun stops you for a second, holding your shoulders so you look up at him.
âwait, are you sure you want to do this?â his eyes full of worry but he just needs to hear your confirmation and heâll let you continue.
âtaehyun please.â you plead, eyes tearing up from frustration, annoyed at yourself, at beomgyu and feeling sorry for using taehyun like this.
âbut, youâre not over beomgyuâŠâ his voice gentle, and his thumbs have started to rub on your shoulders gently.
âI will be if you fuck me. please.â your words croak out of your throat in desperation.
taehyun sighs, before nodding and and letting go of your shoulders. watching you resume undoing his pants, hooking your fingers and pulling the denim and cotton of his boxers down to his ankles.
as fucked up as the situation is, his dickâs already half hard from the view of you teary eyed on your knees. you immediately fist his dick, getting him harder before you take him into your mouth. wet, warm and salty, heavy on your tongue as you swirl your tongue around the tip when you come up. thatâs how beomgyu liked it. and it seemed taehyun did too from the sinful sounds coming out of your friendâs mouth.
your tears running hot down your cheeks as you have your eyes shut, taking more of taehyun into your mouth until youâre deepthroating him. he was a little girthier than beomgyu, struggling slightly as your throat swallows and squeezes the head of his dick, and you hear a pretty whine from taehyun.
perhaps taehyun was the best choice to help you forget about beomgyu. youâre doing so well, sucking his cock so good you already feel him twitching on your tongue that his head is lolling back, eyes clenching shut while his mouth hangs open, whine after moan after curse.
you take him out of your mouth, slowly pumping along his length as you look up to make eye contact with the man above you. his eyes scan your face, flushed expression with tear stains down your cheeks. he could cum just from the view of his dick in your fist, the corners of your mouth dribbling a mix of his precum and your saliva.
you stand, stripping of your clothes and laying on the space beside him with your legs spread.
âtaehyun, fuck me.â you whisper to him, but he heard it loud and clear, along with his heart pounding in his ears.
he takes his hoodie off, it was a grey one just like how beomgyu had a wide collection of grey hoodies. your heart sinks in your chest, not wanting to forget about the little things, but you need to.
taehyun kneels between your legs, his hands skimming up and down the skin of your thighs and bare stomach.
âwanna make you feel so beautiful, ___.â he sighs, enamoured with how someone could ever leave someone as beautiful as you.
âtaeâŠâ you wince as you pull him have him hovering over you, using his elbows to support him.
you feel his tip prodding at your entrance, gasping once he sheaths himself inside your aching cunt. you miss beomgyu. fuck, why does he always have to be on your mind.
taehyun stills as he bottoms out, burying his face in your neck and experimented with a single kiss on the side of your neck, testing out the waters to see how youâd react. it felt like fire against your skin, burning and you let him, humming a quiet hum indicating him he was okay to do that.
and so he does. gentle short pecks turning into open mouthed kisses and light sucking across your chest and shoulders. though your mind was still trying to focus on the fact it isnât beomgyu fucking you, taehyunâs taking it all in. heâs waited so long to make you feel good, to worship your body and decorate you in his marks.
a subtle but sweet moan leaves your lips and it managed to make taehyun buck his hips into involuntarily as he whispers a, âsorry.â against your skin.
âdo it again. harder.â your words get shorter and shorter throughout, but taehyun gets it. he stops, looking at you for any doubts in your face.
âare you sure? I donât want to hurt you.â his asks sincerely, a hand on your waist and squeezing it tenderly.
âIâm already hurt taehyun, please, just help me forget about beomgyu.â you hold back a sob, tears filling up to the brim again.
you throw your head back once taehyun pulls out until half way and slams back into you, not even making his pace gradual, his hips pistons repeatedly while you manage to let out more moans laced with a couple of shallow sobs.
taehyunâs leaning against your body now, the weight of him warm against your chest as he continues to snap his hips into yours. his head hangs low next to your face. though heâs here rearranging your guts, his heart still aches knowing your mind is still on beomgyu.
his grunts by your ear turned to shaky sighs as he was nearing his orgasm, and so were you. you did have to give credit to taehyun for letting him fuck you, and thinking even just giving him the littlest ounce of affect back would push him over the edge.
your hands sprawl on his back, rubbing tenderly over the ridges of his back muscles and the movement of his shoulder blades until you claw his skin as soon as you felt like you were about to come.
âtae, I want you to cum inside me.â you whispered by his ear.
and thatâs all it took for him to slow down his pace with shallow thrusts, feeling his cock pumping out ribbons of his cum inside you. youâre both moaning at the sensation, his warm seed filling you to the brim and your gummy walls contracting around his length.
once he finally stills, he balances on his elbows again, pushing your hair out of your face and resting his palm on your neck.
âif you ever want to forget about him, just use me. okay?â his eyes twinkle at you, and you feel awful but the sex was too good to let it be a one time thing.
you nod slowly, sighing as you attempt a small smile.
âthank you tae. what would I do without you.â
-âàčâ-
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