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I'm in a roll....
The 141 in grey sweatpants. đ„”
You're in a roll? Me too. A brioche roll. Or maybe a Hawaiian roll. Or rolled inside one of Price's many cigars. Kidding (not really). I knew what you meant.
And grey sweatpants...yes please! I am salivating over here. Literally drooling. And it's only grey sweatpants. No shirts. No shoes. Just sweatpants and muscle. (my god I need to go touch grass).
These are...spicy. How could they not be? It's our favorite men in nothing but grey sweatpants.
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Task Force 141 x Reader
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): established relationship, suggestive themes, swearing, invitations for sex, dirty thoughts, sexual situations, married life, fade to black
Word Count: 2k
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John Price
âItâs bedtime. Bath. Pajamas. Teeth.â
âBut Dad! Lucy and Iââ
âBed.â You grin into your glass as John ushers the children out of the living room. âCome on you two. I want to kiss your mother.â
âEw. Gross!â the kids screech in unison.
The trio disappears down the hallway. You hear water running and the laughter of your children. John eventually emerges thirty minutes later. He runs his hand over the top of his head, sighing heavily.
When he enters the living room and notices you, he grins mischievously. His body is on full display. Broad chest with a lovely dusting of dark hair that trails downward to disappear beneath the band of his grey sweatpants. John is all thick muscle. A wall of strength. Youâve always loved that about him. How he seems to take up so much space or the way he crushes you with his body when he goes in for a snuggle.
John plops down on the sofa beside you. The moment his ass hits the cushion, John grabs for you. You giggle, playfully pushing at your husband as his weight tips you back, pinning you to the sofa.
âThe kids,â you protest with a whisper.
âTheyâre sleeping,â he replies just as softly, keeping you pressed beneath him.
John goes in for a kiss. It is sweet. Slow. Deep. Completely indulgent. There is so much of him. And his scent is everywhere. It fills your lungs. Makes you weak.
Your lips part and John slips his tongue inside. You start to soften, to lean into his kisses. Each is salt-laced passion. A tease for later. He might have you pinned against the couch, and his tongue down your throat, but John will move this behind a locked door.
As John goes in for another kiss, the sound of a door unlatching comes from the hall. John freezes and you go still beneath him.
âFucking hell,â he mutters.
Pushing up to a more seated position, John addresses the offender with a raised voice. âYou best be in bed.â
Thereâs a gentle squeak, and then a door closing.
John sinks back down, resting his forehead against yours. He sighs heavily, and you give him a quick kiss. He returns it, and then snakes an arm under your back. He hauls you up and into his lap. You straddle him, hands pressed against his firm chest.
Through the sweatpants, you can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh. Johnâs hands roam downward to cup your buttocks, squeezing.
âReady to take this elsewhere?â he asks, grinding his hips upward.
You have to stifle a moan.
âPlease, John.â
With a light slap to your ass, he lifts you off his lap and onto your feet. The ground is solid. Steady. But then Johnâs hands return, and then youâre away, being guided down the hall to your bedroom.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
You snuggle into the couch and crack open your paperback book.
Everything is in order. You have a glass of wine, a bowl of snacks, the tableside lamp on, and a cozy blanket. Itâs late, but itâs officially the weekend. There will be plenty of time to relax.
âReading out here?â
You glance up, and find Kyle in the entrance of the hallway, leaning against the wall. Heâs shirtless. Without shoes. Just him, his freshly showered skin, and a pair of grey sweatpants. Kyle absently scratches at his chiseled stomach, head slightly tilted as he waits for your answer.
You canât help but focus in on every line of muscle.
âBabe,â he prompts, laughing.
âSorry?â you reply, blinking.
Kyle laughs again, the sound sweet. He strides forward, coming to a stop beside the sofa. He taps the side of his mouth. âGot some drool.â
âOh, fuck off,â you giggle, checking with a quick wipe with the back of your hand.
Kyleâs smile is infectious. You canât help but match it.
âCan I join you?â he asks, already lifting the blanket.
âYouâre not going out with the boys?â
Kyle shakes his head. With one hand he lifts the blanket, and with the other he grabs your legs and lifts. He slides in, and drapes your legs over his lap before returning the blanket to drape over your body. Keeping one hand under the blanket, Kyle rests his hand on your inner thigh. It stirs heat in your core.
âTomorrow,â he yawns. âSimon has a sick kid.â
âBummer.â
Kyle shrugs, draping his over arm over the back of the couch. His hand on your thigh is a brand, and itâs only made worse when he starts massaging.
âIs it a spicy one?â asks Kyle, nodding toward your book.
Yes.
âMaybe,â you say slowly.
Kyle smirks, and then the book is out of your hand.
âKyle!â You reach for it, but he twists, blocking your forward momentum.
He examines the pages in front of him. Heat rushes into your cheeks. As he reads, his eyes widen.
Kyleâs mouth drops open.
âWhat?â you prompt. You try to snag the book but he blocks you.
He glances at you. âAre you aware of where heâs putting that gun?â
âItâs fictional.â
âWhen you ask me to recreate thingsââ
âKyleââ
ââis this what youâre talking about?â His gaze goes from you to the book and then to you again. âIâm down for a lot of things, love, but Iâm not sure Iâm down for that.â
Pushing off from the couch, you snatch the book out of Kyleâs hands. He surrenders it easily, a smile on his perfect face. The blanket is a crumbled mess beside him, but thatâs not what youâre focused on.
The grey sweatpants have shifted, exposing more of the deep v of his pelvis. But itâs not just that. Kyle is hard. That is very clear.
He leans against the back of the couch, throwing both arms out to rest over the top. Flexing his hips, Kyle puts himself on display.
âIâve got something else I can put inside you.â
John "Soap" MacTavish
A delighted shriek comes from the kitchen.
Johnny emerges, completely unbothered even with the two children in his arms. He has the oldest child, who just turned five, sideways and tucked under one arm. The boy has a wicked smile of his face even as he wiggles, trying to free himself from his fatherâs grasp. Itâs fruitless.
The other child, a boy of three, keeps shrieking with delight even as Johnny lifts him into the air by his ankle. He is upside down, arms flailing, his brown hair hanging below him.
Johnny doesnât even blink. Doesnât even break a sweat. He carries the two of them like itâs nothing.
Heâs almost completely naked except for a pair of grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips. They show off the deep v of his pelvis, and the dusting of dark hair that spreads over his chest and descends downward. Youâve touched that chest so many times. You know it as well as you know yourself.
Johnnyâs gaze is on the television, watching the football match. The kids still shriek and playfully claw at him. But he remains unbothered.
Sitting there on the sofa, you consider that a third kid might not be so bad. Youâd give him a small army if he asked.
Johnny glances away from the television, and when his gaze lands on you, it is entirely knowing. Heat curls in your belly, and his smile widens.
âFound these gremlins digging in the pantry,â he says, indicating the kids by hoisting the three-year old higher into the air and squeezing the other tighter against him.
Both kids giggle manically.
âAfter brushing their teeth.â Johnny tuts. âWhatâs to be done?â
Both children continue to giggle, not answering their father.
âSounds like itâs time for bed,â you muse.
The children groan.
âBut Iâm not tired,â moans the five-year old.
âToo bad,â laughs Johnny. âCome on.â
He doesnât put them down. He carries them like that all the way to their bedroom. Even from your spot on the sofa, you can hear their manic giggling. After a while, it quiets down, and Johnny emerges from the hall.
Instead of sitting down on the couch next to you, he grabs the remote and shuts off the television.
âNot interested in the game?â you ask.
âNope. Want something else.â
His sultry smile tells you enough.
Slowly, he approaches, coming to a stop in front of you. He offers his hand, and you take it. With little effort, Johnny brings you to your feet, and hauls you close. Your free hand immediately rises, pressing against his chiseled stomach.
âWhat is it that you want?â you murmur, already knowing the answer.
His hardness presses against your belly, his voice going low and gravelly as he speaks. âIâd like to spend some time between those gorgeous thighs.â
âDoing what?â
âWhatever I very well please.â
Simon "Ghost" Riley
This is agony. A terrible joke.
Simon is right there. Sweaty. Shirtless. In nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants.
Heâs completely in the zone. Heavy metal blares through the stereoâs speakers, drowning out the sound of his gloved fists striking the punching bag. Morning light pours in from the open window, giving Simon an ethereal glow.
You watch from the doorway, chewing on your bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to pounce on him. Simon is all muscle, and not in a gym rat way. He is thick everywhere. You want to lick the sweat from his skin, to drop to your knees before him, and tug those grey sweatpants down.
You know what youâd find. And it sounds delicious.
But he is in the zone. And you wonât disturb him.
Pushing down the naughty thoughts, you start to turn away, to return to the kitchen and find something to eat for breakfast.
The music abruptly cuts off.
âSee something you like, love?â
Simonâs raspy voice draws you back to the room. With one hand on the doorframe, you meet his gaze, and promptly melt into the floor. He has a cocky grin on his face, and his shoulders heave slightly from exhaustion.
You lick your lips. âAlways,â you reply, fingers digging into the wood.
Simonâs gaze scans you. You feel exposed, like he can see through your clothes. Itâs knowing. Amused.
âWhat is it?â you prompt, staring just as hard as he is.
Simon removes one glove and then the other. He tosses them to the side, never taking his eyes off you.
âCome here,â he says.
You donât move.
Simon arches a single eyebrow. Instead of repeating himself, he gestures with one finger, indicating that he wants you to come to him.
Heat rushes from your cheeks down to your toes. Slowly, you peel yourself away from the door, heading for him. Simonâs natural swagger is alluring, and those sweatpants sit so low.
Just one tug. Thatâs all it would take. And youâd be able to take him in your mouth.
As you approach, Simon reaches out, grabbing your waist, tugging you close to him. You instinctually hook your finger in the waistband of his grey sweatpants.
Simon smirks.
You inhale deeply, savoring the manly musk of him.
âHungry?â he asks.
âNot for breakfast,â you sigh.
âFor something else then?â
You nod.
Simon leans in but doesnât kiss you. He holds back slightly, lips curved into a hint of a smile. âWant to hear what I have in mind?â
âYes,â you breathe.
Simon presses his thumb on your bottom lip. âI can fill that mouth.â His thumb drops away from your lips, and trails over your chin before brushing over your stomach. âAnd belly.â
His gaze stays on you. âWhat do you think of that, love?â
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Til The Sun Turns Black
SYNOPSIS: Your soul is bound to his and you're destined to follow him across the multiverse. When the TVA finds you and sends you to the Void, you feel your chance of finding him has slipped through your fingers. But what you find there is more than you bargained for.
PAIRING: Worst!Wolverine x fem!reader
WC:Â 13.1 k I apologize for nothing
WARNINGS: smut 18+, mdni, mentions of drinking, angst, peril, some fluff, implied age gap (I guess?), mental trauma, miscommunication, Wade being Wade, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, cowgirl, missionary, cock warming, sex with feelings, unprotected p in v
A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on Soft Edges! I was not expecting that kind of response when I posted that story, so thank you <3. I had the idea for this story in my head since after I first saw the movie. I had no idea my one random runaway thought would turn into this. Also, this story would not have been finished if it weren't for @joelsgoldrush. She let me tease her for WEEKS with this and act as the ultimate sounding board. And she's overall just a delightful human being and I'm so glad I've found her.
The TVA agent sits staring at you, an odd and uncomfortable smile on his face. Like he isnât quite sure he knows how to smile but had seen it once on TV. You also donât think heâs blinked in the past several minutes. It makes your eyes water just thinking about it.Â
âI donât understand why Iâm here.â
âAh, yes, wellââ the agent clears his throat and smoothes a hand down his chest. âYouâre a threat to the multiverse.â
You squint your eyes at him and wonder if youâre lucid dreaming. Or trapped in some bizarre fever dream, but you canât remember being sick. âTheâŠmultiverse? As in, more than one universe?â
He nods once. âPrecisely.â
Itâs your turn to stare as absolutely none of this is making sense. The morning had started off normalâwake up, shower, coffee at your favorite local corner store. You had barely finished your latte when you were apprehended and taken to this bland room by a man who must own insane stock in eyedrops.Â
âYou see, weâve been watching you for quite some time,â he continues, oblivious of your growing confusion. âA handful of reincarnations, actually. And we believe weâve finally pinned it down.â
His words sound insane.Â
You were a low level mutant at best. Youâve been able to deeply sense and influence emotions in others since you were sixâa standard empath if there ever was one. But reincarnation?
âReincarnations? Iâm sorry butââ
You feel it coming then, that all too familiar prickle of deja vu creeping up your spine and setting deep in your brain. The room begins to soften, the corners blurring and you feel disjointed, separate from the you sitting in the chair.
âAh, see. Weâve pinned it down.â
The world tilts on its axis and your mind explodes into brilliance, the memories of hundreds of alternate versions of yourself firing down your synapses, leaving you as raw and exposed as a fresh wound. The pain is all consuming as you gasp for air and desperately try to quell the throbbing in your skull.Â
Your hands grip the edge of the table, desperate to clutch at something solid to root you in reality as the kaleidoscope of memories swirl before your eyes, colliding and merging with one another. All the timelines converging down to a single point of existence within your mind. It doesnât matter how many times youâve experienced this process, the return of your memoriesâthe return of your consciousnessâwas always accompanied by a torturous sensory overload.Â
âYou see? You have extensive knowledge of the multiverse. And that kind of knowledge is coveted and dangerous.â
Your vision blurs as the memories keep slamming into you and you canât help the primal scream that rips from your lungs, the pain in your throat a welcome distraction from the torture in your head. And then, amid the chaos, a single figure emerges in crisp focus, a face youâve seen thousands of times.
âLogan.â His name comes out in a whisper, your voice trembling.
You know heâs not actually in front of you and instead a mirage, a figment of your overloaded neurons, but his presence calms you.Â
âYes, Logan. You two are quite fond of each other.â The agent stands and you squint up at him, wanting to be anywhere else as you regain your memories. âBut never mind him. We canât have you traipsing around with all that knowledge in your head.â
âNo, no, no, please. Please just let me find him,â you beg, hating the desperation laced in your voice.Â
The last thing you see before being sent out of existence is his creepy, uncanny smile.Â
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The Void was bullshit.Â
It had been a month since you were unceremoniously dumped here.Â
Maybe.Â
You werenât really sure. Â
Time had no meaning, each day seeming to stretch on for eons and simultaneously in the blink of an eye. And for every single one of those moments youâd been focused on one of two things: finding a way out and not dying.Â
You quickly learned you had a better chance at survival if you stuck to the outskirts and avoided others. So you squirreled yourself away, sheltering in an abandoned cabin and hoping beyond hope you could figure out a way out of the desolate cesspool you found yourself in.Â
Figure out a way back to him.Â
Back home.Â
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You donât venture out unless you have to.Â
The Void is full of phantom emotions left behind by its previous inhabitants and the cacophony overwhelms you. Rage, terror and despair so thickly envelope every surface you feel like youâre choking. Itâs beginning to wear so harshly on your nerves you wonder if you might actually go insane here.
There was a tension growing in the Void. Youâd heard whispers of unrest within the factions, Cassandra hungry for something to sink her teeth into. The undercurrent of rage has increased in the last couple of days and itâs enough to set your teeth on edge.
Stuffing a backpack with a few essentials in case you get stranded, you ready yourself for a supply run. The thought of leaving the perceived safety of your cabin has little appeal, but youâve been putting it off for far too long. There was a small cache only a few miles from your cabin that other survivors kept stocked with extra provincials. You were hoping for something good, anything other can canned food or cereal. Or Spam.Â
Tightening the straps on your backpack, you take one last glance around before stepping out into the forest. Itâs eerily quiet, no birds or animals chattering to fill the silence, just the crunch of your shoes against fallen leaves. The Void has always felt oppressive to you, the air just a little too heavy, but thereâs something lingering today that makes you feel on edge. Your skin prickles with anticipation and you pat your belt for the knife youâve stashed there.Â
Just in case.Â
Youâre half a mile away from the cache when you feel itâthe inky slick of anger. It catches on the air and wafts towards you in waves. You slow your steps as you approach the road and come to a halt when the battered van comes into view.Â
Your breath hitches in your throat.Â
Youâd recognize those claw marks anywhere.Â
Your heart races as your eyes trace the deep, jagged cuts gouged into the metal and the large swathes of blood coating the ground and what you can see of the interior of the van. Instinctively your hand tightens around the hilt of your knife and you crouch down low behind a fallen log. You scan the area for any signs of movement and find none, but you know Logan is stealthier than you and wouldnât give up his location willingly.Â
The van door creaks open on its battered hinges and you inhale sharply as Logan stumbles out of the vehicle covered in dried blood and sweat and more knife wounds and bullet holes than you can count.Â
The sight of him ignites a spark of longing that blooms in your chest and makes you physically ache. You can feel him. Your lips remember the hungered warmth of his mouth against yours, the way heâd nip at your bottom lip so youâd open up for him. Your skin remembers the calloused rasp of his hands and not just the greedy grabs when he needed to claim you, but the light brushes of his fingertips against your palm as he held your hand, just to remind himself that you were real. Your nose remembers his scent, woodsy and clean, like the earth after rain.Â
Shaking your head, you push down the memories and peer back over the log. A slight breeze wafts through the air and you watch as he sniffs, his head turning in your direction.Â
âFuck,â you curse lowly, trying to crouch further out of eyesight.Â
You hear the metallic snikt of his claws and your pulse quickens. Thereâs no point in hidingâhe knows youâre there. You take a slow, steady breath before attempting to focus waves of calm in his direction, hoping to ease some of the anger wound around him.Â
His eyes lock onto yours, sharp and predatory and he shakes his head, trying to keep you out. âWho the fuckâre you?âÂ
You draw back your power and raise your hands in surrender as you slowly rise to your feet. You toss out your name and silently hope for a spark of recognition. But he doesnât know you. Not yet.Â
âItâs not safe out here alone,â you start, moving out of your hiding place. You walk towards him, his eyes following your every move. âThereâs a cache just up aheadââÂ
The atmosphere shifts without warning, the anger youâd felt previously now melting into thick, cloying fear and desperation. You can taste the ozone and the hairs at the back of your neck stand on end as electricity sizzles across the sky. Glancing up, you see the dark, swirling mass of Alioth just beginning to form.Â
You look at Logan, panic racing along your nerves. âI promise Iâll explain everything to you later, but I know you, Logan, and right now I need you to trust me.âÂ
Aliothâs presence is getting stronger and drawing closer, and every drop of tension and rage swirling within is beginning to weigh down on you, threatening to suffocate you.Â
Loganâs eyes narrow, but thereâs a slight twitch in his jaw and you know heâs considering your words. His claws retract, but his muscles remain tense, coiled and ready to attack. You grab for his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin and the hard muscle beneath your fingers. âWe have to go. Now.â
For a moment, you think he might resist. But then with a low curse, he follows you, his stride matching yours as you lead him towards the cache. The trees blur by, the wind picking up and beginning to toss leaves and loose branches into the air.Â
Youâre operating on pure adrenaline and your heart pounds in your chest as you run, Alioth gaining speed and distance faster than either of you can move. Each gasp of air burns your lungs and your muscles ache with the effort of your sprint.Â
Still a quarter of a mile away from the cache, you know you wonât be able to outrun Alioth. The storm has consumed the sky, the sun diminished to twilight, as the thunder and groans loom ever closer. You turn towards Logan and yell, âItâs too close, weâre not gonna make it!â
Loganâs eyes flash with anger as you stop and turn towards the oncoming destruction. He grabs for your wrist, pulling you almost nose to nose. âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â he growls, chest heaving with the effort to breathe. âWe canât stop!â
His proximity briefly disarms you, his fierce gaze igniting something deep within you, but you donât have time to dwell on those emotions. You take a deep breath in an attempt to steady your nerves. âIâm gonna try and calm it down.â
âWhat are you going to do, think happy thoughts at it?â he asks, his tone biting and sarcastic.Â
You know every cell in his body is begging to fight, aching to release his claws and tear Alioth apart with his bare hands. But this isnât something brute strength can subdue.Â
âJust trust me,â you plead, your eyes searching his for some indication that he believes you. âPlease.â
His stare is hard, but eventually his eyes soften and he loosens his grip on your wrist. âFine.â
Tearing your gaze from him, you turn back towards the storm, now a full blown maelstrom of anger and destruction hellbent on consuming you both whole. You exhale slowly, pushing your own emotions of fear and panic as far down as you can. Instead, you turn inward and concentrate on every feeling of peace, calm and stillness youâve ever experienced and project it outwards. Waves of soothing energy pour from you, an almost ghostly aura emanating from you as your power continues to grow. Alioth continues to surge towards you, the wind now flattening trees to the ground and lifting debris high into the air.Â
The fight is excruciating, every cell in your body shaking with effort as you continue to project outwards, the sphere of your influence growing. When the two opposing masses collide, youâre almost knocked off your feet by the force. Youâre vaguely aware of Logan beside you, claws unsheathing as he steps closer into your protective shield.Â
For a brief moment, you feel the power of the storm ebb before it seems to press into you harder. Your knees begin to buckle and your stance slips. âIâŠI donât know if I can hold it!â you gasp.Â
Logan doesnât run but instead moves closer, giving you one solitary nod. You can feel Loganâs eyes on you, feel the doubt swirling behind them and yet he stays besides you, ready to fight.Â
His silent encouragement is enough.Â
You are not dying in the fucking Void.Â
Gritting your teeth, you continue to push. A guttural scream rips from your throat as black spots dot your vision and blood drips from your nose. You dig down, channeling every last drop of your energy into a final wave, extending yourself deep within the core of the storm.Â
The black of the storm begins to retreat and the wind begins to calm. As the first few beams of sunlight filter in through the treetops, your vision fades completely and the world goes black.Â
The last thing you feel is a pair of strong arms wrapping around you before your mind goes blissfully blank and unconsciousness claims you.Â
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You wake up in the cache.Â
Dust motes dance in the sunlight streaming in through the broken windows. The light is soft, definitely not the early morning glow from before you left the comfort of your cabin and you wonder how long you were out. With a groan, you try to sit up. Your body is stiff, every muscle in your body aching with the effort you took to banish Alioth. Wincing, you swing your legs out of the makeshift bed, the effort taking your breath away and you can feel the sickly creep of nausea climb up your throat.Â
A low voice cuts through the haze. âTake it easy.â
Logan.Â
You blink, trying to adjust your eyes to the light and find him sitting on the floor, one leg pulled up to his chest as a bottle of whiskey hangs between his fingers. He takes a long pull and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.Â
âHow long was I out?â you ask, your voice hoarse.Â
Logan doesnât answer immediately. He reaches over at a box beside him and then rolls a water bottle towards your feet before he finally mutters, âA day.âÂ
You accept the bottle with a nod of thanks. Taking a slow sip, you close your eyes as the liquid soothes your throat even as your body protests the movement. Youâve never used your powers to that degree before. Fuck, you didnât even know you could. A perverse sense of pride licks at the edge of your exhaustion.Â
Lowering the bottle, you breathe deeply in an attempt to settle the nausea rolling in the pit of your stomach. You glance at Logan and find him watching you, his eyes sharp, calculating.Â
âYou owe me some answers. You said you knew me.â
You meet his gaze, the weight of his words pressing down on you. After hundreds of encounters with different Logans, it was never easy explaining to him what you were. For a long time, you didnât even have a name for it. All you knew was that your consciousness, all your memories, everything that you are moves across different universes and inevitably crosses paths with Logan. It always felt like an invisible string, guiding your soul to his.Â
âIâm a temporal nomad.â
Loganâs eyes narrow as he glares at you. âA temporal what?â His tone is laced with skepticism.Â
You take another sip of water, giving yourself time to gather your thoughts and push away the throbbing at your temples. âA temporal nomad. I donât die, not in the way you think, anyway.â
Logan doesnât move, but you see his grip tighten on the bottle in his hand, his knuckles going white. âYou tellinâ me youâre immortal?â
âNo, not immortal,â you reply, exhaling slowly. âWhen I die, my consciousness moves. I reincarnate in a different universe. Eventually I regain everythingâmy experiences, my memories, my feelings. Itâs whyââ you pause and take a deep, steadying breath. âItâs why I always find you.â
Your words hit their mark and Loganâs eyes flash with something you canât quite decipherâshock, disbelief, maybe some anger. He sits up straighter, tipping the whiskey bottle to his lips without breaking eye contact. âYou always find me?â he asks, his voice a low rumble. âWeâve met before?â
âIâve lost count of how many time, actually,â you admit softly. âBut in every reality, every universe, I find you. And weâre not just friends, Logan.â
Your words linger in the air between you and your heart pounds loudly in your chest. Logan stands suddenly, the now empty whiskey bottle clattering to the ground. He runs a hand through his hair before scrubbing it down his face, his jaw clenched as he paces within the small space. A mirthless chuckle escapes his lips. âThis smells like bullshit, sweetheart.â
Your heart aches at his use of the word sweetheart. Itâs one heâs always preferred for you, usually spoken with reverence, like a prayer falling from his lips. Except now itâs casual and cold, something with a sharp edge instead of softness.Â
âI know how crazy it sounds. Believe me, Logan, it took me several lifetimes to wrap my mind around it.â You stand, your legs wobbly with the effort and you wince against the pull in your spent muscles. âBut I know you.â
His expression hardens. âYeah? Well, I donât know you. And if you really knew me, youâd know to stay the fuck away from people like me.â Loganâs pacing grows more hurried, his hands clenching into fists.Â
âI canât,â you say softly, taking a tentative step closer towards him. âAnd I donât want to. While I might not know the Logan in front of me or the nuances that make you different from the others, I know you.â
His nostrils flare and he lets out a low growl. âStop.â
âI know the way you fight,â you continue, ignoring his warning. âI know the way you carry your pain as if no one else can possibly shoulder that weight. I knowââ
âStop!â
ââhow you push people away to protect them, but that deep down you hope someone will push back. You may carry a lot of self loathing, Logan, but even you know youâre not heartless.âÂ
Loganâs fist slams into the wall behind him, the sound reverberating in the small room. He stands there, chest heaving, his knuckles bleeding from where they made contact with the rough wooden planks. You watch as the raw skin knits itself back together, his head hanging low.Â
His jaw clenches as he wipes the blood from his hands, his breathing still ragged and posture rigid, itching for a fight. He glances over at you, his expression softer but still rough.Â
âWeâre done here,â he growls, but his voice soft, more broken than angry.Â
Logan turns without another word and all you can do is watch him leave.
+++
You spend the rest of the morning dozing in bursts of fitful sleep, your confrontation with Logan taking its emotional toll. Your eyes burn with unshed tears and for the first time in your life, you feel as if youâre destined to wander this universe alone.Â
But you canât think about it.Â
Not now.Â
Ignoring the ache in your limbs, you pack up what supplies you can and ready yourself for the walk back to your cabin. The sun is a couple of hours from setting, the world bathed in golden light, when you set out. Walking down the steps, you pause at the distant crunch of boots on the gravel. You feel your pulse thrum in your chest as the sound gets closer and then he steps into view, his eyes locking onto yours.Â
Logan.Â
The sight of him standing there fills you with a rush of conflicting emotions. Relief, angry, anxiety and youâre not sure if you trust yourself to speak first. He looks the sameâtired, disheveled, but steady and strong all the same. Neither of you moves, unspoken words hanging between you.
âI shouldnâtâve left,â he says finally.Â
For a moment you say nothing. Because itâs exactly what you want to hear from him. Except, because youâre beyond exhausted, mentally, physically and emotionally, you say, âNo, you fucking shouldnât have.âÂ
Thereâs definitely more bite in your tone than you intended, but the release of some of your pent up anger feels so good you canât bring yourself to care.Â
Loganâs eyes narrow as you move past him and keep walking. âWait, so I come back here to apologize,â he begins, following close behind you, âand now youâre gonna just walk away?â
âYou know, you never even thanked me for saving your ass,â you say, side stepping a downed log. âJust started demanding answers and then tucked tail and ran when you didnât like what I had to say.â
He grabs your wrist and you stumble into his grasp, your breath hitching in your throat as you stand almost chest to chest. âI didnât fucking ask for any of this!â
His anger bleeds into you, curling around your skin where his fingers press into your pulse point. You feel your nostrils flare and youâre itching for something to hit as you stare up at him, his jaw clenched. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest and you know you need to reign in your emotions or youâll ignite the fuse between you.Â
âYou think I did?â you ask, pulling your arm from his grasp. Your voice is calmer, but just as sharp. âYou think I want to relive the grief of mourning you over and over while also finding something new to love about you? You think I wanted to be banished to the Void all because my soul just canât die when I do?â
Loganâs expression softens and he scrubs a hand down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. âLook. Iâve had a shitty coupla days here. And youâre saying a lot of shit I donât understand.â
He seems weary, then, and any remaining anger you harbor towards him dies in your veins. You take a deep breath in and blow it out slowly. âYou donât have to understand right now. Justâjust trust me. Please?â
You hate how your voice breaks just a little.
Logan nods then, the barest tilt of his head, but itâs enough.
He continues to follow you through the woods back towards the cabin and for a while neither of you speak. It should feel awkward, especially now, but it doesnât. Youâre so used to his brand of stubbornness and reluctance to see whatâs right in his face that this is the most at home youâve felt since you got here.Â
âSo,â you start after a few minutes of silence, âhow did you end up here?â
Logan huffs. âSome asshole in red spandex dragged me here and I said I need to help save his universe.â
âAnd can you?â
His step falters and you pause to look a him, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the trees. âI couldnât save mine.â The weight of his words linger, heavy with a burden only he alone has been shouldering. He doesnât meet your eyes as he brushes past you and keeps walking.Â
âWanna talk about it?â you ask, catching up with him.
Logan growls. âNo.â
âAlright, maybe later then,â you reply and he simply ignores you and keeps on walking. âWhereâs this asshole friend of yours?â
âI left him tied up in the van.â
You had long passed the spot where you found Logan by the beat up van and the road was deserted. Based on the subtle smirk on his face, you figure Logan already knows that. Whatever his relationship is with the stranger, he seems somewhat happy to be rid of him and you donât push him further. Although, you canât help but wonder what happened to the van and whose hands it fell into.Â
Loganâs gait slows as the cabin comes into view through the trees. He follows behind you as you clear the space, checking for any stragglers that may have come along while you were gone. Pushing open the door, you watch as he looks around, taking in the small space.Â
âYouâve been living here?â
âI wouldnât exactly call it living, but sure,â you comment, throwing your backpack on the table as you sit down. You canât help the groan that escapes your lips as your muscles relax. âYou can stay here if you want. I didnât just let you follow me for your sparkling personality, you know.â
Logan actually laughs at that as he sits down on the small couch. His face lightens up, eyes crinkling just a bit at the corners, and for the first time since you found him, he seems unburdened. A blossom of hope grows in your chest and you grasp onto it, holding tight to the one bit of light youâve had in this month of darkness.Â
âThank you,â he says softly.Â
You know he means for more than the offer to stay and you return his smile with one of your own. âYouâre welcome.â
As the sun starts to dip below the horizon, you bring out some extra blankets and a couple of pillows and help Logan turn the couch into a makeshift bed. You turn to leave when you hear him ask, âYou really find me in every universe?â
âYes.â
âThat sounds terrible.â
You give him a small smile as you lean against the doorframe to the bedroom. âOh, itâs not all that bad. I get to fall in love with you all over again.â
+++
You wake in the middle of the night to the sound of low, panicked growls coming from across the room.
You quietly slip from the bed and tiptoe towards the couch. Logan writhes beneath the sheets, pain etched across his face as he wrestles the demons in his sleeping mind. Taking a deep breath, you center yourself and focus every fiber of your power in his direction, hoping the waves of calm can break through whatever battle heâs fighting deep in the recesses of his mind.
Logan growls deep in his throat, the sound guttural and raw, his claws unsheathing and tearing at the sheets beneath him in agitation. A fine sheen of sweat beads along his brow and pieces of hair are plastered against his damp forehead.
âLogan,â you say softly, trying to break through the fog of his nightmare. âYouâre safe, Logan.â
Your powers are waning, the stress of fighting off Alioth having left you depleted. You push down the ache, the tug in your brain demanding that you draw back, and instead kneel down in front of him, trailing your fingers across his palm and over the pulse point in his wrist. He jerks at your touch, his claws coming close to your skin, but the contact is enough and you feel his pulse slow beneath your fingertips.
You continue to speak in hushed tones, your voice barely above a whisper. âThere you go, Logan. Iâm right here. Iâve got you.â
Loganâs breathing is ragged, his eyes squeezed shut. You can feel the tension in his body, his muscles rigid with the need for release. You keep your fingers against his wrist, your touch steady and calming, as you bring up your other hand to smooth the lines along his brow.
âThere you go,â you continue to murmur, âFocus on my voice. Focus on my calm.â
Gradually, his growls subside and his breathing begins to even out as the nightmare loses its grip over him. His muscles lose their tension and relax and the frantic movements of his limbs subsides. With one final deep breath, he stills, his claws retracting and he settles back into a peaceful sleep.
You sit and watch him for a minute, taking in all of his features and simply admiring him for the first time since your last life with him. This Logan is differentâthey all are in their own wayâbut this one a little more than the others. He seems wearier, more worn down, his usual scowl lines etched deep. Thereâs an exhaustion in his eyes, too, you havenât seen before and you wonder if this Logan actually ever rests.Â
As you stand, you feel his fingers circle loosely around your wrist and give a small tug. You look down to where heâs touching you, his skin hot against yours, and you glance up to find him staring at you through half lidded eyes.Â
âStay.â It comes out in a low whisper and as you open your mouth to protest, he adds, âPlease.â
You could never deny him in any universe.
The couch is barely wider than he is, yet he shifts to make a sliver of space for you to slot yourself into. It should be awkward, the way you press yourself between the couch and the solid warmth of his frame, but itâs not. You hitch your leg over his hip, forcing your legs to tangle, as you rest your head against his chest. His heartbeat is strong and comforting beneath your ear and you find yourself quickly relaxing into his touch.
As you fall asleep, you feel his arm curl around you, tucking protectively against your ribs.
+++
When morning breaks, youâre alone. The warmth of his body is gone and you find yourself shivering. Pushing to sit, you wrap a blanket around yourself before standing up.Â
The cabin is empty.
You try and ignore the sliver of panic that threatens to slip its way down your spine.Â
Opening the front door, you pause when you find him sitting on the dilapidated porch, staring absently out at the trees. He glances up at you and watches as you sit down beside him. You hug the blanket closer around your shoulders and sit with him in silence.
You donât mention last night.
âSo,â you start, âwhatâs the plan?â
Logan raises his eyebrow. âYou planning on stickinâ with me?â
âIf you let me,â you reply with a smile.
You listen as Logan explains the events of the past couple of days, including Wadeâs abduction of him from his own universe and how they both became to be bloodied and battered in the van. Your ears perk up when he mentions Paradox and returning to Wadeâs universe.Â
âYou think he can actually get back?â you ask, willing yourself to not hold onto too much hope.Â
Logan huffs. âProbably not.âÂ
âAnd yet youâre out here trying to think of a way to find him,â you say. âWhy?â
A frown tugs at Loganâs mouth and he looks down at his hands. Eventually, he reaches into the pocket of his suit and pulls out a crumpled Polaroid. He tilts it towards you and you look down at the group or smiling people. âHeâs got something to go home to,â he says, thumbing the edge of the photo. âI got nothinâ.â
Thereâs something soft in his gaze as he looks down at the photo, some lingering hope heâs too afraid to put words to.Â
âIâm sure you have something, Logan,â you say quietly.Â
His expression hardens then, jaw tightening, as he slips the photo back in his pocket. âHad. Past tense.â Logan stands then and looks down at you. âGet ready. Weâre leaving in five.âÂ
+++
You get ready quickly, changing your clothes and splashing water on your face before making sure your pack was sufficiently stocked. You were hoping you wouldnât be needing it for much longer, but you didnât want to express that thought out loud. Despite Logan wishing to go back to find Wade, you knew he wasnât convinced this would end well.
Loganâs already started down the path as you jog down the cabin steps, swinging your pack up onto your shoulders. Catching up with him, you hand him the Pop-Tart you pulled out earlier. âBreakfast? Theyâre unfrosted, because this is the Void, but itâs something.â
He looks down at you, a strange expression on his face, but he accepts your offer. âThanks,â he says, taking a bite.
âSo, where exactly were you headed when you both decided to maul each other silly?â you ask, keeping pace with him as you walk through the woods.
âJohnny had mentioned a resistance out in the Borderlands,â Logan answers, swallowing the bite of Pop-Tart. âFigured we might find some people who could help us get control over Cassandra.âÂ
You nod. âYouâre not far from the Borderlands. Maybe four or so miles from he cache. I havenât ventured out that far, but Iâve heard thereâs a few outposts where others have hunkered down.â
âThen thatâs where we go.â
You walk in comfortable silence, leaving Logan to his thoughts as you travel further away from safety and into the unknown. You stop at the cache briefly, pausing only snag a few water bottles before moving on.Â
A couple of miles past the cache, Logan suddenly stops, sniffing the air. His posture goes rigid, on alert as he slowly moves forward, beckoning you to follow him. A few yards away, the beat up van comes into view, parked alongside a lodging that looks as if it was built into the very earth itself.Â
Loganâs arm darts out, stopping you. âStay close,â he commands quietly, stepping cautiously closer towards the structure.
You follow behind him, every sense on alert as you step inside. The place is quiet, but then you hear itâthe soft rustle of snoring. And then Loganâs soft, âAh, fuck me.â
Peering over his shoulder, you find a sleeping Wade spread eagle on the bed. Logan side steps the bed, ignoring the sleeping man, and begins rummaging through the place. Finding a bottle of whiskey, he groans in delight, twisting the cap off and taking a long pull.Â
âReally Logan?â
He quirks an eyebrow at you, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. âWhat else would you like me to be doing?â he asks, biting.Â
âYou came all this way to find him and now youâre gonna just drink?â you ask in disbelief. It gnaws at you, his indifference. You can feel little frissons of indignation licking at your skin and you have to tamp down your emotions before they bleed into him.Â
Logan shrugs. âHeâs asleep. I ainât dragginâ him anywhere.â
You cross your arms, glaring at Logan in frustration. âI didnât follow you here to watch you stand around and get drunk. Wake him up.â
He gives you a sidelong glance, his brow furrowing. You donât relent, your stare pointed as he takes another long pull from the bottle. Muttering to himself, Logan makes his way over to the bed and gives it one swift, forceful kick.Â
Wade jolts awake with a loud, exaggerated snort. He looks between you and Logan, his eyes finally settling on you. âWhoâre you?â he asks, looking around as if expecting an answer. âWhen did the script get rewritten?â
You look at him quizzically, your eyebrow raised. âWho are you talking to?â
Wade huffs. âThe audience,â he says, gesturing towards the wall.
âDoes he do this often?â you ask Logan in a whisper.
âHasnât stopped since he fucking dragged me here,â Logan replies.Â
Your attention is diverted as Wade suddenly rolls from he bed, crossing the room and two large strides. He unsheathes one of his katanas, pressing himself against the wall and then heâs pinned on the ground as a woman pulls a blade of her own. After a moment, she lets Wade up and two more people follow into the room behind her.Â
Logan eyes each one with suspicion as introductions are made and you can feel the tension growing within him as he continues to drink.
You jump as Gambit uses one of his playing cards to burst the bottle of whiskey in Loganâs hands. Logan ignores your pleading look and Wadeâs admonishment as he grabs another bottle with a soft, âBoo boo boo.â
When Laura enters, you feel Loganâs interest pique, something heavy weighing on him. They both look towards one another, taking each other in and you donât miss the recognition in Lauraâs eyes.
âDo you know her?â you ask Logan, sliding closer to him.
Logan shakes his head. âNo. But Wadeâs Logan does.â He takes another long drink from the bottle, eyes still trained on her.
Wade continues to talk with the group, recapping their time in the Void and how they managed to escape Cassandraâs lair. Logan punctuates the conversation with vitriolic quips of his own, drinking more as Wade tries to get the group to form a team.
You try to send your power Loganâs way, trying to bleed into him some calm, but he shakes his shoulders and brushes you off. âDonât fucking bother, sweetheart.â
âI can help you, Logan.â
âYeah, well, I didnât ask for it.â
As Wade rallies the group into a cohesive unit, gaining their support in taking down Cassandra, Logan huffs a bitter laugh. âYouâre all fucking dead.â
âOh, my god, read the room,â Wade chides.Â
+++
Logan storms off, one bottle of whiskey fisted in each hand. You want to follow after him, but Wade stops you. âLet him go, cupcake. Peanutâs in a fragile state and youâre too pretty to become mincemeat.â
You shoot a glare at him and brush his hand away from your shoulder. âNo, he only seems to sink his claws into you,â you bite back, but the anger leeches from your voice.Â
âSpicy,â Wade comments, âI like you. The script editor worked overtime on you, I can tell.â
âYeah, well the juryâs still out over here,â you say, but you canât help the twitch of a smile tugging at your lips.Â
You glance over at the door and feel Wade sidle up beside you. âSeriously, cupcake. Chasing after him is like trying to catch a raccoon with rabies. Might be fun, but itâs not worth the bite.â
âOh yeah?â you ask, peering over at him, âAnd how long have you known him?â
Wade pretends to look down at his wrist and taps a non-existent watch. âFour days, six hours and thirty-two minutes,â he says with a smirk, âbut I donât really like to put a timestamp on friendship."
With a groan, you plop down on the bed and rub at your temples. âIs everything a joke with you?â
âMostly,â he chirps with a grin. He leans back against the wall and crosses his arms as he watches you. âBut I have been known to press pause occasionally.â Wade regards you for a moment, a slight tilt to his head. âHoney badger does it for you, huh?â
Sighing, you lay back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. âI have followed Logan through millennia, Wade. I canât remember a time anymore where I havenât loved him.â
âHis mutant dick that good, huh?â
You half laugh, half snort and shoot him a pointed look. âNot everything is about sex, Wade.â
âAgree to disagree,â he says with a shrug. âWeâve all got emotional baggage, mine is definitely over the free to fly limit, but that guy? Literal mountains. Centuries worth, even.â
âExactly,â you say, sitting up. âIâve helped him carry more than you can imagine. Logan may push people away, but that doesnât mean he doesnât need someone to stay.â
Wade cocks his head, considering your words and his expression softens. âYou know running after him isnât going to fix him.â
âIâm not trying to fix him,â you reply. âHe just needs to know someone is there for him.âÂ
âWell, itâs your funeral, cupcake,â he says with a sigh. âI promise Iâll give a really moving eulogy. But, I do think if anyone is gonna convince tall, dark and brooding out there to join us, itâs you.â
You give him a soft smile as you stand. âThanks, Wade.â
âAnd just so you know,â he calls after you, âIâm open and willing to being your mutant dick rebound.â
You roll your eyes and walk out the door.
+++
You step outside and see Logan sitting by himself in front of a fire not too far from the lodging. Walking quietly, you stop when you see Laura approach him and sit along side him. Youâre close enough that you can hear their wordsâhear Logan tell her about the suit, about how he found the X-Men, his friends, dead.Â
The anger, the loathing, this Logan carries comes into focus and you canât help but wonder how long heâs lived with this weight upon his shoulders. Suffering alone with only the bottom of a bottle to quiet the thoughts that scream in his mind.
As Laura eventually leaves, she catches your eye and gives you a small nod.
You feel a strange kinship with her. She too has memories of a Logan who no longer exists and who is radically different from the one she has now. You wonder what sheâs thinking and have half a mind to follow after her when you hear Logan call out, âI know youâre there.â
You turn back towards where he remains sitting in front of the fire, the whiskey bottle now more than half gone. Closing the gap between you, you sit down alongside him and watch as he continues to stare down into the fading fire.
âHow much did you hear?â he asks, taking a large swig from the bottle.Â
âEnough,â you answer simply.
Logan grunts and takes a long pull from the bottle, his lips glistening as his swallows get sloppy. âWell, now you know. Iâm the worst Logan,â he almost spits, his tone dark and bitter. âYou drew the short straw with me, sweetheart.â
âYou know I donât think that,â you say softly.Â
Logan doesnât respond and instead finishes the rest of the whiskey, tossing the bottle somewhere behind him. Scrubbing a hand down his face, he looks over at you. âYou actually gonna join them tomorrow?â
âAre you?â
âItâs a fucking suicide mission,â he answers. âYou want to walk up to your death, be my guest.â
âIf youâre so convinced this is a suicide mission, why donât you want to go?â you counter, his ire beginning to bleed into the space between you and creep uncomfortably along your skin. âYou afraid you might come face to face with actual death and realize thatâs not really what you want?âÂ
Loganâs gaze flicks up to your face, his eyes dark, dangerous. âYouâre fucking pushinâ it.â
âGood! Someone fucking should be!â you exclaim, standing from the fallen log. Maybe Wade was rightâmaybe this was futile. In every universe Logan could be a stubborn ass, but this one was particularly obstinate. âDo you really believe youâre so unredeemable, Logan? That youâre just a vile mutant who doesnât deserve sympathy after his friends were brutally murdered?â
You can feel his rage boiling just under the surface of the thin veneer of calm. His eyes pierce into you, pinning you in place as he stands to his full height, his fists clenched tightly.Â
âYou donât know shit about me, sweetheart,â he growls.Â
Anger simmers in your veins, threatening to burn you from the inside out. âOh fuck you, Logan.â
He takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing as his lips curl into a cruel smile. âYeah, youâd like that wouldnât you? Me sinking into your cunt while you picture whatever version of me you think I am.â His voice is a low rumble, adding to the tension threatening to suffocate you.Â
Your breath catches in your throat at his words, and it isnât desire that courses through you, but rage. Your skin prickles and his vitriol ignites something deep within you, something hotter and brighter than youâve ever felt before.Â
âAfter all this time and everything Iâve told you, you honestly believe thatâs all I want from you? Youâre a fucking pathetic asshole,â you snap, your voice sharp and laced with venom.Â
Loganâs expression darkens, the smirk slipping from his face as his jaw clenches. âYou got some balls sayinâ that shit to me,â he spits.Â
A small part of you is terrified of him, afraid that he might actually snap. Might actually unsheathe his claws and send you onto your next life without ever having truly lived this one. But you know him, you know him. His pain and rage isnât towards you, but himself.Â
You risk a step closer to him, narrowing the space between you and you can feel the heat radiating off of him, mingling with your own fury. âYeah, well at least one of us has a pair.â
Logan doesnât have time to react before you channel your powers towards him, unleashing an explosive burst of energy that sends him staggering back. And then you smother him, smother him in thousands of years of memories, thousands of years of every single feeling you had ever felt for him in every universe youâve known him.Â
The weight of your emotional onslaught brings him to his knees, but you keep pushing, switching from your feelings for him to his feelings for you. All the affection, all the love, all the comfort the two of you shared in every version of your coupling across space and time floods his mind.Â
You watch as his expression melts from anger into one of overwhelming vulnerability and pain. His hands, still clenched into fists, tremble beneath the weight of your power surging through him. He looks up at you then, his eyes pleading and your resolve breaks. Tears burn in your eyes and trail down your cheeks, wetting your lips as a scream rips from your lungs. Â
Your hold on Logan dissipates as you reign your emotions back under control. You stagger on your feet as your power diminishes, your chest heaving with ragged breaths and broken sobs. You canât look at him, not yet. If you do, you might actually break. So you do something that you never thought you would doâyou leave.
+++
Night in the Void is cool, almost bordering on uncomfortable like everything else in this godforsaken place, but for once it doesnât bother you. You gaze up at the sky, the haze of distant stars and planets blurring together the more you try and focus on just one.Â
Youâve always loved looking at the stars. There was a comfort in knowing you could look up at the sky and see the same constellations in every universe, that there was always one constant among all the variables.Â
You donât know how long youâve been sitting before you hear the crunch of his boots on the earth, dried leaves and twigs snapping under his heel. Logan joins you on the ground, sitting with a heavy sigh. The maelstrom of emotions swirling within him bleeds into the space between you and you can feel it, thick and heavy and suffocating.Â
You risk a glance at him and he looksâŠdefeated. His eyes are red-rimmed and raw and you see something in those hazel eyes you rarely seeâfear. Not fear at you, although your guilt would rather have you believe that, but fear of himself, fear of feeling what youâve shown him. Loganâs breath is slow, controlled, but you can hear the slight tremor in it.Â
âI promised myself I would never use my powers on youâ you start, your voice barely above a whisper. âI know what it feels like to experience that onslaught. It feels like drowning.â Your voice cracks and you fight to keep the guilt burning in your chest from consuming you whole. âAnd that was just a fraction of what weâve felt across lifetimes, Logan.âÂ
Logan stays silent but gazes at your face, eyes flicking across your features, drinking you in. The scrutiny makes you shiver. Before you isnât The Wolverine, the X-Man people in his universe loathe, but a man left raw and vulnerable.Â
âYou shouldnât have done that,â he says slowly, his voice rough as the words are pulled from him. âYou shouldnât have shown me that.â
You flinch, the weight of his words are a punch to your gut. âI know,â you whisper, wiping tears from your eyes. âI know and Iâm sorry, Iââ
Logan cuts you off with a shake of his head, his eyes now locked onto yours. âI already knew, sweetheart,âhe murmurs, his voice low. âYou feel likeâyou feel like home.âÂ
Your heart stutters in your chest and for a moment you canât breathe. The words hang between you, heavy and raw, the sound of them something youâve been craving to hear.Â
âI am your home,â you reply softly.Â
Logan shifts beside you, closing the space between you as he slips his hand behind your neck and pulls you in. His mouth crashes to yours, his kiss urgent, rough and desperate.Â
You reach for him, gripping his shoulders as you kiss him back, the Void slipping away. Thereâs only the heat of his mouth, the rough scrape of his beard against your skin, the way his other hand tugs at your waist in an attempt to pull you closer.Â
Itâs messy and intense and you donât want it to end. Logan kisses you like a man starved, like youâre his last breath of air.Â
A whimper falls from your lips as he finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. Youâre both breathless, his nose softly nudging yours.Â
âPlease come with us tomorrow,â you whisper against his skin. âLet me take you home.â
He nods once and thatâs all you need.Â
+++
The morning comes quicker than anyone would like.Â
Nervous energy bleeds through the group, everyone knowing theyâre on the precipice of life or death, that this may be the last day they ever inhale air into their lungs or feel the warmth of the sun on their skin.
Loganâs quiet, already tucking into Gambitâs liquor, as you sit down beside him. He looks down at you briefly, taking a long long pull before offering you the bottle. You take it from him and take a swig of your own, the amber liquid burning a path down your throat.Â
âWhat are you thinking?â you ask, handing him back the bottle.
He stares down at his feet, swirling the liquid around in the glass. âI honestly donât even fuckinâ know.â
You reach for his hand and give him a comforting squeeze. He stares down at you for a moment and then drags his gaze up to your face. âWhatever happens Logan, Iâll be right there with you.â
Final preparations complete, everyone piles into the van, you tucking alongside Logan in the hatchback. The ride is mostly quiet, punctuated only with the few occasional quips by Wade just to ease the tension. You brace yourself, gripping Loganâs calf as Blade sends a rocket launcher through Cassandraâs front gate and Elektra floors it through the explosion.Â
The others leave the van first, forming a line of defense. You look up at Logan and lean forward to press the faintest of kisses against his lips. His fingers curl around your neck and pull you closer, deepening it just enough to taste your mouth.Â
âLetâs go,â he murmurs, pulling back. âStay by me.â
You swallow hard, loathe to let him go, wanting to stay in the perceived safety of the van, but you simply nod and follow him to join the others.
Fighting erupts all around you and you stick as close to Loganâs back as you can. Itâs a symphony of chaosârage, fear and determination all swirling heavily in the air. You feel your power thrum underneath your fingertips as you channel those emotions back towards whoever Logan is fighting, hoping to disarm themâeven if temporarilyâwith their own vitriol in an attempt to give him an advantage.Â
The air burns in your lungs as you move through the fight, your mind spinning as you gain distance towards Cassandraâs lair. You can see the others move around youâElektra and Blade slicing down enemies with their blades; Gambit disarming others with his explosively charged playing cards; Laura fighting in a style all her own, yet so much like Loganâs; and Wade cutting down others like heâs having fun.
A clear path opens up to the ramp leading up to Cassandra and the others swarm behind you, allowing yourself, Wade and Logan to break free from the melee. Logan looks back at you just long enough for you to see the fear in his eyes. You try and remain stoic, even though your mind is racing with all he the ways this could go wrong, and give him a small nod of encouragement.Â
You stop short in front of Cassandra as she sits sipping tea, seemingly disinterested in the battle happening just outside her stronghold. âYou two escaping I could live with, but coming back willinglyâŠâ she trails off, âBoys are so silly.â Her eyes dart towards you. âAnd you brought a friend!â
âI just need to get home,â Wade says, his tone serious.Â
âIâm afraid thatâs not an option.â
Cassandra flicks Wade aside effortlessly and Loganâs instantly on alert, claws extended at his side. You attempt to direct your powers at her, trying to defuse the anger simmering below her surface. She rolls her neck and glances at you, intrigue in her eyes.Â
âOh, arenât you interesting,â she says, effortlessly flicking your powers aside. âI wonder what treats you have hiding in that mind of yours.â
Cassandra steps closer to you, her calculating stare flicking over your face. She lifts one hand up to you and from behind her, Logan growls and moves to attack. You watch, powerless, as she pins Logan to the ground with his own claws.Â
She tsks and looks down at him, âThatâs enough out of you.â
And then, sheâs in your mind, every nerve ending in your body on fire, ready to consume you whole.Â
Youâre standing in a library, Cassandra at your side. Shelves extend as far as the eye can see, fading into an infinite distance. You walk aimlessly along the shelves, pausing at the entrance of a room simply titled âLoganâ.Â
âOh, now this is something,â you hear Cassandra say from beside you. âThis is quite the collection you have.â
Your fingers reach out and touch the spines, the briefest flickers of memories emanating from their covers. âIâve known him for so long,â you murmur. âBeen with him through so much.â
You pause in front of one book, the urge to open it nearly overwhelming. Pulling it from the shelf, the pages flutter open and you gasp, the memories of that life flooding your brain.Â
You and Logan were married in this life. He worked a simple job, construction. There were no X-men, no missions, no danger. He kept his mutation a secret, showing only you when the memories got too rough, too unmanageable. You were his anchor. You had two kidsâgirls. And oh, how he loved them. Both of them wrapped effortlessly around his heart from before they were even born.
Tears spring to your eyes as the warmth of those memories flood through you. âI loved that life,â you whisper, putting the book back on the shelf.
âAnd who wouldnât?â Cassandra agrees, placing her hand on your shoulder. âSo effortless his love for you. So different from now.â
You glance over at her, confusion drawn on your face. False empathy tugs at Cassandraâs sympathetic smile. âAre you even sure he cares for you now? This Logan is so broken, more broken and unloveable than all these other Logans, hm?â
Shaking your head, you try to resist her efforts to batter you, to convince you your soulâs purpose is not worth it. Not worth him. âThatâs not true. Theyâre all worthy. All capable and deserving of love,â you say, your fingers trailing along another spine. âEven this one. Especially this one.â
Cassandraâs face contorts then andâŠ
Sheâs wrenched from your mind and you fall to your knees, blinking up as you see Wade holding Cassandra from behind, one hand holding Jaggernautâs helmet to her head.Â
Your mind still spins as Logan and Wade confront her, their conversation a jumble in your mind. But you donât miss her saying either they kill her, or she kills them. Finding the strength to stand, you rise and place your hand on Wadeâs arm.
âIf I stay,â you start, focusing only on Cassandra and ignoring the press of Loganâs gaze into your skin, âWill you let them go?â
Logan reaches for you and you pull your gaze from Cassandra long enough to press your palm against this chest. You meet his eyes, silently pleading with him to let you continue.Â
âWill you?â you repeat, unable to keep the pleading out of your tone.
Cassandra laughs bitterly. âYou love him that much? To sacrifice yourself to save him? That Logan, out of all of them?â
You nod, feeling the tears burn in your eyes. âI love him that much,â you reply softly.
Logan grabs your hand then, forcing you to look at him. âDonât,â he chokes out, voice thick with unspoken emotion, âDonât do this.â
You smile softly as you reach up and cup his cheek, his beard rough against your palm. You donât miss the way he briefly nuzzles into your touch, eyes fluttering shut as he sighs. âI love you, Logan. In all my lives, in this one and in the next one, too.â The first tear slips down your cheek as you look up at him. âI promise Iâll find you again, Logan. I always do.â
You press a kiss to his mouth, soft and gentle. It lingers for a moment, a desperate, bittersweet exchange as Logan tries to memorize the feel of you. His hands grip your waist, clutching almost hard enough to bruise, but you relish the pain.Â
Wade stands beside you both, uncharacteristically silent, his hands still holding Cassandra in place. His usual banter is gone, the weight of the moment not lost on him. âThis is the worst fucking idea anyone has ever had,â he mutters, but his tone is soft. âAnd Iâve had some pretty terrible ideas.â
Cassandra regards you with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. âIf I let them go, youâll stay here with me in the Void. Be my ally.â
You nod, âYes.â
Cassandraâs eyes narrow, calculating, weighing her options. Finally she sighs, âFine. But you knowâŠno one will remember this little sacrifice of yours. The next Logan wonât even know you.â
Logan growls and you squeeze his hand in gentle reassurance. âItâs okay,â you whisper, your voice finally breaking. âIâll remember enough for the both of us.â
You step away from Logan, your heart shattering with every step. Wade lets go of Cassandra and you feel the weight of your decision settle heavily against your shoulders.Â
Cassandra pulls something from her pocket, slipping it onto her fingers. Before you, a portal opens up, just outside the boundaries of the room. Outside, the raging storm that is Alioth grows near and in that moment, you realize Cassandra was playing a game of her own.
âI figure,â she says, straightening the lapels of her jacket, âthat they have approximately four seconds before theyâre through.â
Your eyes flick to Logan and you memorize every detail, every emotion written across his face. With one final nod, he tears his gaze from you and he runs towards the portal, Wade alongside him.
And then, darkness consumes all.
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Youâre unsure how long youâve been out. The last thing you remember was Alioth screaming towards you, giving you barely enough time to cocoon yourself from his rage.
Cassandra is gone.
Wade is gone.
And LoganâLogan is gone.
You open your eyes and find Remy standing above you. He offers you his hand and helps you to stand. âCâmon, chĂšre,â he says, nodding towards the open portal behind him, âLetâs go home.â
Youâre not sure where home is any more, not without Logan, but you donât have the strength to argue. From the moment you wound up here in the Void, youâve been looking for a way out. Now that you have one, you know you need to take it.Â
Accepting Remyâs hand, you join him through the portal.
You stumble into a familiar room and are greeted warmly by a smiling TVA agent. Sheâs unlike the first TVA agent you met, her presence comforting as she says your name. âWe heard youâve had quite the adventure.â She looks over towards Remy. âMr. LeBeau, if youâll follow this agent here.â
Remy leaves with he other agent, turning towards you with a wink. âEnjoy your man for me, yeah?â
Your heart flutters in your chest and you look towards the agent, trying to suppress the hope you feel in your chest. She smiles and rests a comforting hand on your shoulder. From her pocket she pulls out a small device, pressing a few buttons on the pad. Before you a different portal opens and she gestures towards it.
âWelcome home.â
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You stand in front of the apartment door and hesitate before knocking. Your nerves flutter uncomfortably in your belly even though itâs been less than two days since you last saw Logan in the Void. But youâre out nowâyou both areâand the fear nags at you that maybe this isnât what he wants. That you arenât what he wants.Â
You stuff that thought down with a shake of your head. Raising your hand, you rap against the door three times and let out a shaky breath. When he opens the door, you feel as if the air has left your lungs and you forget to breathe. Your heart aches at the sight of him.Â
Logan stops short, his face falling into one of pure disbelief and all he can do is stare at you.
âIs that my stripper?â you hear Wade call from farther into the apartment. Logan continues to stare at you as Wade pops up behind him, his face lighting up in surprise. âOh, hey cupcake! Didnât expect toââ
âGet out,â Logan growls, turning his head slightly in Wadeâs direction, his eyes never leaving yours.Â
From over Loganâs shoulder, Wade wiggles his eyebrows. âAh, looking for some afternoon delight?â he coos, slinging his arm over Loganâs shoulder and patting his chest. âThis guy has been jerkinâ it constanââ
You hear the sknit of Loganâs claws as they unsheathe into Wadeâs thighs. âAh, fuck! Fuck!â Wade curses. âYouâre supposed to be penetrating her, not me!â
âGet. Out,â Logan repeats, retracting his claws.Â
âFine.â Wade pushes past Loganâs frame, limping slightly as his wounds heal themselves. âYouâre lucky Blind Alâs already out playing Bingo. Or selling herself for blow. I donât actually know her schedule,â he comments as he walks down the hallway. âGlad youâre home, cupcake.â
Logan barely waits until Wade is out of sight before tugging at the hem of your shirt and pulling you towards him. Your gasp dies on your lips as he drags you inside, shutting the door with his foot and pushing you up against the rough wood. Then his mouth is on yours and itâs warm and wet and wonderful.Â
His hands cup your face, fingers moving to tangle in your hair and you feel him everywhere. You whine as he nips lightly at your chin before trailing his lips back up your jaw, licking into your mouth as he kisses you deep.Â
Your fingers scramble for purchase, fisting themselves into the fabric of his button-down flannel.Â
Thereâs a desperation and urgency bleeding from him, as if he canât drink you in fast enough, or hard enough, or long enough to satiate the longing thatâs within him. And youâre feeling it too, an ache growing deeper in your belly, a need to be consumed by him fully and you whine into his mouth because heâs not nearly close enough to you.
A thigh slips between your legs as he kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, a moan falling from your lips as you greedily seek friction.Â
âI canât believe youâre here,â Logan husks against your shoulder, pulling your hips harder against his clothed thigh.Â
Your hands cup the sides of his face, your fingers scratching lightly against his beard. You force him to look at you, his pupils blown wide. âI always come to you,â you say softly. âI always come home.â
He kisses you softly then, his mouth slow over yours and he drops his thigh from between your leg. You whine at the loss and he pulls back. âCâmere,â he says, grabbing your hand and leading you further into he apartment. âIâm not fucking you for the first time against a door.â
You follow him to the bedroom, your chest heaving with ragged breaths and you can feel the prickle of anticipation along your spine as he turns back to look at you. His eyes never leave yours as he shrugs off the flannel and pulls his t-shirt over his head. Your eyes trace the lines of his chest, the strong definition of his muscles, following the line of hair that leads to the top of his jeans. As you bite your lip, you hear his chuckle, âMy eyes are up here.â
âMmm, yeah they are,â you start, tugging your shirt off and shimmying your pants over your hips, âbut the view down there is nice, too.â
Logan reaches for you, his large hands skimming over your hips, over the flesh of your ass and under your thighs, lifting you up and forcing your to wrap your legs around his waist. With an easy flick of his fingers, heâs unclasped your bra and you toss it aside with the rest of your clothes.Â
Kneeling on the bed, he lays you down, kissing his way down your stomach, his nose nuzzling along the top of your panties. âDo you have any fucking idea how sweet you smell?â His mouth is hot against your skin and he laughs as you tilt your hips up towards him. âYou want me to fuck you with my tongue? Lap at you until youâre seeing stars?â
Molten desire shoots down your spine and you can feel the slick between your thighs. God, the mouth on him was going to be the death of you.Â
You prop yourself up onto your elbows and look down at him. âJust fucking touch me already,â you whine, and you hate how desperate you sound. âHavenât we waited long enough?â
He presses a wet, open mouthed kiss to your inner thigh before dragging his nose along the center of your clothed cunt. You inhale sharply as he kisses over your clit before trailing his fingers along your hip bones and pulling the fabric down. His warm hands palm along your thighs and he opens you up, staring down at you with hunger in his eyes. And then his mouth is on you, his tongue licking a hot stripe through your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth.Â
âOh, fuck,â you moan as his mouth continues to lap at you, pleasure tingling low in your belly and spreading through your limbs.
Logan hums. âSweetest pussy Iâve ever tasted, sweetheart.â His tongue dips down, collecting the arousal at your entrance. âI could die happy between these thighs.â
You trail your hands down over your chest, briefly palming each breast before you continue down and sink your fingers into Loganâs hair. His groan rumbles through you and you donât miss the way his hips start to rut against the mattress, seeking friction.Â
His mouth and tongue continue to move over you, long, slow licks punctuated by gentle sucks and flicks over your clit and you canât stop the grind of your hips against his face. You feel his smirk against you as one thick finger finally sinks inside your walls, nudging that spot deep inside that makes you squirm.
Another finger slips inside you and a low whine spills from your lips.Â
âYouâre beautiful like this, you know that,â he says, voice rough, thumb replacing his tongue against your clit as his fingers continue pumping. âAll blissed out and needy and desperate to come on my fingers.â
His words zip through you as he fuck you with his hand and you bite your lip. âCâmon,â he purrs, âlet me hear all those pretty sounds you make.â
Soft whimpers spill from your throat as he continues to work you, that pull in your lower belly growing stronger and stronger. His hand never stilling, he kisses his way up your body, pulling a nipple into his mouth and then youâre coming, cunt clenching around his fingers.Â
Logan licks into your mouth to steal your cries as he continues to work you through your orgasm. Your thighs clamp around his forearm, the pleasure overwhelming.Â
He finally stills, pulling his fingers from you and you whimper at the loss. You watch through half lidded eyes as he licks his fingers clean of your slick and you feel that flame reignite in your belly.Â
âTake your pants off,â you demand, breathless, pushing at his chest.Â
Logan laughs, but allows you to push him onto his back. âYou always so bossy after you come?â
You fumble at his belt, undoing his buckle and unzipping his jeans before shoving them down his hips. âMake me do it again and find out,â you taunt as his cock springs free.
He kicks his pants the rest of the way off and you sit back on your heels and admire him for a moment. Your eyes trail from his broad shoulders, down the contours of his chest and follow that line of hair down his stomach to between his thighs, where his cock stands, thick and ready.Â
âI will never get tired of looking at you,â you sigh, raking your nails down his thighs, deliberately not touching him where you know he wants it the most. âYouâre so beautiful, Logan.â
Whatever response he has, dies in his throat as you finally wrap your hand around his cock, giving him one long, firm stroke. Heâs hot and heavy and youâre aching to feel him inside you. But not yet. Leaning down, your eyes meet his and you trace your tongue along the underside of his cock, tasting the salt on his skin.
âFuckinâ hell,â Logan curses, unable to stop the thrust of his hips, chasing your mouth.Â
You wrap your lips around the head, swirling your tongue over the slit and collecting the precum there before taking as much of him in your mouth as you can. Logan hisses through his teeth, fingers winding their way into your hair to help guide your movements.Â
âYouâre so warm and wet, sweetheart,â he groans. âBut I donât want to come in your mouth.â
You give him one last stroke as you release him from your mouth and climb up to sit on his thighs. Logan pulls you forward by your hips and you gasp as your cunt slides across his cock.Â
âLine me up,â he instructs and you obey without hesitation.Â
Gripping him in your hand, you guide him to your entrance, notching him inside before slowly sinking down atop him. A sob chokes in your throat at the thick feel of him inside you, stretching you, making you feel complete. Your entire existence boils down to where heâs joined with you and you relish the burn.
His hands are everywhere as you start to move, caressing your thighs, your hips, up to your breasts and back down, tracing a map on your skin only his fingers can read. Praise falls from his lips in an almost nonstop litany, telling you how wet you are, how tight, how warm, how good youâre making him feel.
âDo you want to know how you make me feel?â you ask, breathless. You look down at him through half lidded eyes and find him just as flushed and wanton as you. âHow youâve always made me feel?â
You continue to rock back and forth on his cock, slow, deliberate movements that leave you wanting, needing more. Logan shifts his hips and finds the leverage to fuck up into you, the deep drag of his cock against your walls making you throw your head back and moan.Â
âFuck,â he growls, his fingers sinking deeper into the flesh of your hips, pulling you somehow impossibly closer. âShow me, sweetheart.âÂ
You brace your hands against his chest, raking your fingers through the damp hair there, feeling his heart beat beneath your palms. Leaning down, you capture his mouth with yours, the kiss sloppy as he continues to thrust up into you. You move your hands up his neck, your fingers collecting the sweat along his jaw and then, âFeel, Logan.â
It starts slow, an almost faint heat spreading from your fingertips as they ghost over his skin, your power beginning to pulse in time with your heartbeat. Logan gasps and his rhythm falters as the first wave of emotion hits him. You slow, too, your hips barely moving as you run your fingers down from his jaw, over the column of his throat and back to his chest.Â
Your palms rest against his ribs as you continue to pour into him all the love and passion heâs ever shown you over centuries. Logan stares up at you in reverence, his face soft as he runs his hands up your sides, over your breasts. He tugs you down towards him, his mouth hovering over yours.
âDo you feel, Logan,â you ask, your breath hot against his lips. âDo you feel how much you love you have in you?â
He draws your bottom lip into his mouth, biting softly once, before capturing your mouth fully, kissing you deep. You hum as his tongue swipes against yours and his fingers tangle in your hair.Â
A gasp pulls from your throat as Logan wraps his arms around you and flips your position, forcing your legs around his waist as he begins to thrust into you again in earnest. You feel him deep in this position, each thrust of his cock against your walls hitting that perfect spot inside of you.Â
âItâs too much,â he groans into your skin. âNeverâŠnever felt like this.â
You rake your nails along his back, relishing in the growl that falls from this throat. âIt always feels like this,â you gasp, drawing your power back.Â
His arms slide under your shoulders, anchoring you in place as his hips continue to thrust into you. Itâs lewd almost, the slapping of skin against skin and the wet noises from where youâre joined. His breath is hot and damp against your skin where his mouth hovers over the pulse point in your neck.Â
Your fingers snake into the short strands of hair at the back of his neck and your other hand slips in between your bodies, reaching for your clit.Â
âThatâs it,â he moans, âuse those fingers to get yourself off on my cock.â
You can feel where heâs sliding thickly into your cunt, the wiry hairs at the base of his cock damp with your arousal, and you begin to rub in time with his thrusts. Pleasure zips along your spine, every cell in your body afire at his touch. You feel that telltale tug low in your belly and you know youâre not going to last much longer.Â
He slides his hands down from your shoulders, following the curve of your spine, forcing you to arch your back. Taking the opportunity before him, he swirls his tongue over one nipple, then the other as he palms the flesh of your hips in his hands, angling your hips further up into his. A keening whine falls from your lips as he somehow thrusts deeper into you, making your legs shake.Â
Logan nudges your hand away from your clit, replacing your fingers with his own as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. His eyes are focused on the sight of his cock thrusting into you and the slick smeared across your thighs.Â
âLogan,â you gasp, âIâm so close.â
âI know, sweetheart,â he rasps, dragging his gaze up to your face, âI got you. Takinâ me so well, so tight. Gonna spend the rest of my life tellinâ you how fucking good you are.â
His words tip you over the edge, your orgasm rolling through you as you spasm down on his cock, his name falling from your lips. He fucks you through your orgasm, each thrust of his hips sending aftershocks of pleasure along your limbs as he chases his own release. Loganâs thrusts grow erratic and you reach for him, grasping at his forearms, pulling him down to you.Â
âCome for me, Logan,â you murmur in his ear. âI wanna feel you come.â
With one final thrust, he comes with a groan, forehead pressed against yours as he spills himself deep within you. You can feel cock spasm as he lazily thrusts through his orgasm, using your body to wring out the last of his pleasure. You hold him close, pressing open mouthed kisses to his jaw as he finally stills within you.Â
Careful not to crush you, Logan pulls you to him as he rolls onto his side. He doesnât pull out, tugging your leg over his hip to keep you close and full.Â
You smile up at him, brushing the damp hair away from his forehead. He sighs at your touch, a content sound that tugs at your heart.Â
âYou really love me in every universe?â he asks softly, brushing his nose against yours.Â
âYes.â
âEven this one?â
âEspecially this one.âÂ
You donât know what the rest of this life holds, but you do know one thingâwherever he goes, youâll be right there with him.Â
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Hey, can you write about landos gf breaking her arm and him taking care of her? like having to help her change and shower, doing her hair und stuff line that? thank you <3
In his care - LN4
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Lando Norris had always been the playful, light-hearted boyfriend, the type to tease and make you laugh until your stomach hurt. But after three years together, there was a depth to your relationship that went beyond just the banter and the fun. Heâd become your best friend, your confidant, and now, your caretaker.
You hadnât expected to be in this positionâbroken arm in a sling, unable to do even the most basic things without help. It was a stupid accident, really. A slip, a fall, and now you were stuck in this uncomfortable, frustrating situation. But as it turned out, Lando was more than up for the challenge of taking care of you. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.
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The first real test came on day one, when it was time for you to shower. Lando, always the playful one, had teased you when he realized youâd need help.
âSo, I get to see you naked... and itâs for âmedical reasonsâ? Lucky me,â he said with a wink, earning him an eye-roll from you.
âLando,â you groaned, cheeks flushing. âThis isnât exactly a fun situation, you know.â
But even as you complained, you couldnât help but laugh. He had a way of lightening even the most awkward moments. His teasing helped take your mind off the discomfort and frustration of not being able to do things on your own. Lando knew when to joke, and when to be serious.
âIâm kidding, love,â he said, his tone softening as he walked over to you. âIâve got you, okay?â
And he did. Gently, he helped you undress, his fingers careful around your arm. There was something about the way he movedâconfident yet delicateâthat made you feel safe. Vulnerable, yes, but never embarrassed. He was Lando, your Lando, and there was no one else you trusted more.
Once you were under the warm spray of water, he joined you, shampooing your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp. It was a strange, intimate experience, but not in a way that made you feel uncomfortable. In fact, it was sweet.
âMaybe I should do this for you more often,â he murmured, lips close to your ear.
âYou think Iâll let you wash my hair when Iâm fully capable?â you shot back, a smile tugging at your lips.
He chuckled, his breath warm on your neck. âYou never know, you might like the service.â
But as much as he teased, there was genuine care in the way he handled you. He washed every inch of your body with the gentleness you never knew he had. You leaned into him, resting your head on his chest for a moment, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your ear.
âThank you,â you whispered.
âFor what?â he asked softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
âFor being... you.â
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You never realized how hard it was to do something as simple as put your hair in a ponytail with one hand. By the third day, you were ready to give up on the idea of leaving the house with your hair looking decent. But, of course, Lando wasnât going to let that happen.
âOkay, Iâm going to do it,â he said, determination in his voice as he picked up your hairbrush and an elastic.
You sat in front of him, trying to keep still while he struggled to gather your hair into something resembling a ponytail. The concentration on his face was adorableâhis tongue poking out a little as he focused on the task at hand.
âLando, itâs fine,â you said after the third attempt. âI can just wear it down.â
âNo way,â he said, shaking his head. âIâm getting this right.â
It took another few tries, but eventually, he managed to pull your hair into a somewhat lopsided ponytail. He grinned proudly, admiring his work in the mirror behind you.
âLook at that! Iâm a pro,â he said, obviously pleased with himself.
You laughed, reaching up with your good hand to touch the ponytail. It wasnât perfect, but it was endearing in its imperfection.
âI love it,â you said sincerely.
He wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your good shoulder. âTold you Iâd take care of you.â
âYouâre doing a great job, babe.â
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As the days went on, Lando had to help you with more than just your hair. Getting dressed with one hand was a nightmare, and you hated having to rely on him for something so simple. But Lando, being the cheeky guy he was, turned it into something fun.
âAlright, love, whatâll it be today?â he asked, holding up two of your shirts. âSexy red or casual blue?â
You gave him a pointed look. âIâm not trying to impress anyone, Lando.â
He smirked, his eyes twinkling mischievously. âYouâre always impressing me, though.â
You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered at his words. He knew exactly how to make you feel special, even when you were at your most vulnerable.
âBlue,â you said with a sigh, and he grinned.
Helping you get dressed was, of course, another challenge. He was gentle but still fumbled a bit, trying not to hurt your arm as he guided it through the sleeve.
âSorry, sorry!â he muttered as he accidentally tugged too hard on your sling.
You laughed through the discomfort. âYouâre not great at this, huh?â
âHey! Iâm doing my best here,â he protested, but there was no real frustration in his voice. He was patient with you, and that was what mattered.
Once you were dressed, he stepped back to admire his work.
âNot bad, huh?â he said, a proud smile on his face.
âNot bad at all,â you agreed, and he leaned down to kiss you softly.
-
By the end of the week, you were starting to feel a little more like yourself, but the pain in your arm was still a constant reminder of your injury. Lando, ever the attentive boyfriend, noticed when you were getting frustrated or tired, and he was always there to offer comfort.
That evening, you were lying on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, when Lando plopped down beside you. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, careful of your injured arm, and snuggled up close.
âYou doing okay?â he asked, his voice soft in your ear.
âYeah,â you sighed. âJust... tired of this.â
âI know,â he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. âBut youâre doing great. And Iâm here, okay? For as long as you need me.â
You smiled, leaning into him. His warmth, his presenceâit was everything you needed. You didnât have to ask for his help; he just gave it freely, without hesitation.
As you lay there together, his fingers absentmindedly drawing circles on your back, you realized how lucky you were. Not just because he was helping you through this injury, but because he was Lando. The man who loved you unconditionally, who saw you at your weakest and still made you feel strong.
âLove you,â you whispered, closing your eyes.
âLove you more,â he replied softly, and you could hear the smile in his voice.
And in that moment, broken arm and all, you felt more loved than ever.
-
As your arm started to heal, you began to regain some independence, but that didnât stop Lando from taking every opportunity to tease you. He seemed to enjoy his new role as caretaker a little too much, and he never missed a chance to flirt.
One afternoon, you were sitting at the kitchen table, trying to cut up some fruit with your good hand. Lando walked in, immediately taking the knife from you.
âLet me help,â he said, leaning in close.
âI can do it,â you protested, though you didnât exactly mind when he was this close to you.
He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âYeah, but I do it better, donât I?â
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât hide the smile that tugged at your lips. He knew exactly how to get under your skin, but in the best way.
As he cut up the fruit, he stole glances at you, his smile never fading. âYou know,â he said casually, âtaking care of you has been... kind of fun.â
âOh, has it now?â you asked, raising an eyebrow.
âYeah,â he said, sliding a piece of fruit toward you. âI mean, I get to spend all this extra time with you, take care of you, shower with you...â
âLando!â you laughed, swatting at him with your good hand.
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you. âIâm just saying, maybe I should be your personal nurse more often.â
âYouâre ridiculous,â you said, but your heart swelled with love for him.
âI know,â he replied, his voice soft as he looked into your eyes. âBut you love me for it.â
And he was right.
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*:ïœ„ïŸ Notes; thank you for reading, loveâs! Hope you all enjoyed it! If there is something wrong or need to be edited, let me know! Also hey anon! If you read this, I hope that this is what you had in mind!
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missing you
kenji sato x fem!reader
warnings: shower sex, multiple positions, angst & smut
you had an irresistible grip on kenji sato. there was something about the way he always came back to you. sure there had been other girls at some point but he always knew you were the best. and not just when it came to sec but also when it came to everything else. nobody knew kenji sato better than you and maybe he was a tiny bit scared of that. yes, he had a hard time committing to you but he knew if he had to settle down, he couldn't imagine it being with anyone else. so when you showed up at his place and needed a place to stay for a couple of months how could he say no to you?
your schedules had always conflicted so when the two of you rarely saw each other it wasn't such a big surprise to kenji. and times you did see each other were awkward, kenji had been tired of putting up a facade & you knew he just needed his private time. even though during those times all he wanted was to talk to you.
but this morning things had been different, you had decided that you'd take a shower much later than planned to avoid kenji. he snuck out last night to do wellâŠyou knew what and had yet to come back. you found yourself just standing under the showerhead, letting water spill all over your skin. you were stuck in your head, trying to grasp why out of nowhere you asked to stay here with kenji. yes, he cared for you but you could never believe that there was a chance in hell he loved you.
you were so distracted by your own thoughts that you hadn't even heard kenji walk in, "mind if i join angel?" his hypnotic voice snaps you from your thoughts. you open your mouth to answer but quickly close it. you open it again and answer with a soft, "mhm".
the cold breeze when kenji opens the shower curtain causes you to shudder, wrapping your arms around your body. "relax" he says gently placing his hands on your waist from behind. his touch was soft and warm, a feeling you used to be used to until you had decided to avoid kenji. you were still trying to make sense of why you were doing this. why are you so scared of letting kenji see those other parts of you?
his mouth pampered your neck with kisses from behind, his hands making their way up to your chest. a delicate whimper escaped your lips, causing you to relax into kenji's touch. kenji squeezed your breasts before giving his attention to your nipples that had softened under the water. he groped on tit while he teased the nipple of the other. "
kenâŠ" you managed to call out, feeling his cock twitch against your ass. the pulsating of his veiny cock against your aunt could only make you more aroused than you had been before. he knew what it meant when you called his name like that and he saw no reason to deprive you of what you craved for. his breaths were deep and heavy, almost as if he had been waiting for this moment. waiting to be able to touch you again even if this was the last life. he keenly guided his cock your drenched cunt, craving to fill you up almost like a dog in heat. a string of sloppy curses falls from your mouth as he slipped his cock in with such ease. there was a brief silence that kenji broke with no hesitation for you, "i missed this babyâŠi missed us"
kenji gently moved his hips, testing the waters. "kenji you don't have to say that-" a hushed groan accidentally left your mouth, your knees nearly buckling. "just to get in my pants" kenji let a chuckle, you could sense a bit of cockiness hidden beneath that little laugh of his. and god you missed it. "sweetheart i don't know if you can tell but we're way past me getting in your pants," he says a bit frustrated because he wasn't joking.
he was serious about missing you, not the sex nor the fling, he just missing you. he missed your little smiles and the way you'd let him talk to you, he missed you. his thrusts were deep yet rough, and you heard the loud splashes of water getting caught between your bodies. "i know ken butâŠ" kenji's hands found their way to your waist once again, bringing your lower half closer to his. with how wet the walls were and how hard ken was pounding you & your lack of focus you could barely get your sentences out. "âŠi don't want you to say something you don't mean"
"but i do mean it angel" and that's when it hit him, kenji had to show you. he had to make you understand that needed you and he couldn't do this back and forth anymore. he knew now he was sick of it. you whined when you felt his thrusts slowing, he swiftly pulled out of you and turned your body so that you were facing him. "ken-"you were slightly confused but when he picked you up and gently slid himself into you, you got the memo. "just listen angel please" kenji held you bu the thighs while you had your arms wrapped around his neck, a mixture of moans and groans spilling out of your mouth with each thrust kenji gave you.
"i miss you when you've left early for work in the mornings," he said followed by a hollow grunt that threatened to escape his mouth. your insides clenched around him, encouraging him to be a little less gentle with you. kenji nearly slammed you up against the wall, earning some very noisy moans from you while toenails dug into his back. he knew they would definitely affect his performance at his next game but that was very far from his mind. the only thing he was focusing on right now was you because he had so much more to say and he needed you to listen.
"i miss you when you work late"
"i miss you when you can't come to my games"
"i miss being around you baby"
"i fucking miss hearing your voice" kenji was so stuck in his own head, chasing this high with you while also mumbling out how much he missed you, and need you and wanted you. his words had to mean something to you because, in the end, he was the one you came to when you needed a place to stay. though still dazed, kenji finds himself gripped on the flesh of your thigh firmly as he really himself inside of you. your legs wrapped around his lower waist bringing his body even closer to yours. his grip on your thighs loosened a bit and he leaned his forehead against yours, trying to calm himself down. he feared the silence that had fallen between the two of you but at least he had told you how he was feeling even if that meant nothing to you.
but you could only smile at him and say, "i missed you too ken"
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Fall into me
pairing: monster!felix x afab!reader
genre: smut with horror elements hehe
word count: 2.9k
warnings: dubious content kind of, mentions of a panic attack, somnophilia, nipple play, clit play, fingering, monster cock, unprotected sex, creampie, pussy slap, spanking, squirting
a/n: a shorter spooktober experience while i work on the longer fics! hope y'all like this one toođ«¶đ»
~ divider by @riottsrph
~ Masterlist
Your bed.
The most comfy and safe space you can fall into.
After the most stressful and tiring days, it's a safe haven that doesn't judge you or scrutinize you for your decisions or deeds, even though it knows your deepest, darkest secrets and thoughts.
It has seen you sob uncontrollably when you're hurt, the pillow underneath you soaking up your tears as they fall down your cheeks, your body trembling in sorrow.
It has seen you giggle at the stupidest memes at that hour of the night when everything seems funny, when you can't sleep, no heavy tiredness weighing down your eyelids.
It has seen you in your most vunerable moments, moments of desire, when your hand would travel between your legs, sometimes with the help of a toy but never another person, just you all by yourself, whimpering quietly as you paint your fingers in white, reveling in the ecstasy you brought to yourself.
Yes, your bed has been there through everything. The feeling of wrapping yourself up in blankets and settling your head perfectly on the soft pillow could never be replaced, especially when it's raining out, and you know the day is done; no one to call you or bother your safety zone.
It might be silly to someone, but you look forward to falling into your bed every single day; it's everything to you, the most coziest space that exists and nothing can change that.
Today is one of those days.
Everything that can go wrong, does so. You're late to work, your boss is in a bad mood and yells at you, the customers are rude, you spill your coffee on yourself and it's just too much.
Overstimulated and tired you almost have a panic attack at work but somehow you manage to calm down at the thought of your bed, waiting for you at home, to keep you safe and sound.
That's the only thing that helps you get through your shift from hell, and before you know it, it's time to go home and finally unwind.
You can't kick your shoes off any faster than you do, stripping all the constricting clothes off of your tired body as you make your way to your shower.
The warm water is soothing to your muscles, your favorite body wash smells so nice and relaxing and you start feeling like you're finally becoming yourself again.
You decide to order out today and the food arrives just in time and you make yourself comfy in front of your tv, watching a funny show just to forget about everything that made you feel sour today, as the distant sound of rain hitting your window adds to the comforting bubble.
After a tasty warm meal, sleepiness travels back into your body and you decide that it's time for the best part of your day; diving under the covers in your soft bed.
After getting ready, you decide to strip to your panties, the feeling of the soft covers against your freshly shaven, smooth skin makes you feel like someone is caressing you as you lay on your back.
Your nipples perk up as they graze on the covers, the nice smell of your shampoo mixing with the fabric softener you use for your sheets has you feeling hazy pretty quickly; and you linger on that edge between sleep and awakeness.
Just as you're about to actually fall asleep, something moves under you.
You don't wake up instantly, thinking it's just that feeling of falling through the bed that your brain makes up before drifting off into dreamland.
You're calm again, until you feel fingertips graze your hips and you almost jolt a little too hard.
You should be waking up and panicking, screaming and turning the light on, but something feels familiar and comfortable about the touch and you relax.
The fingers slowly run on the side of your thighs, over your cute pink panties, to your stomach, where they stop and gently caress your skin, soothing you.
The hands are soft but strong and in your half asleep state, their touch is even more pronounced, making your arousal pool on your panties pretty quickly.
You squirm as the hands run up your waist to your chest, cupping your breasts and squeezing them.
Fingers find your nipples and pinch, pulling on them gently and that has you waking up a little, you blink confusedly before you feel a breath on the back of your neck, and a body forming underneath yours.
You slowly start freaking out, as you try to move but your bed grew hands and the hands grip your wrists, holding them down.
"I'm here for you.", a deep voice soothes.
It's like you're still unable to completely wake up and make sense of everything, but your body complies before your mind does as the hands slide on your arms, to your breasts again.
You gasp, arching into the touch, the hands gently massaging you and playing with your sensitive nipples, your panties are getting soaked just from that action, sticking to your folds as whatever is touching you breathes heavily down your neck.
A tongue darts out to lick at your sensitive skin and you moan quietly, squirming under the blanket that's pressing you down, further into the safety of your own personal monster.
One hand slowly slides down between your legs, fingers touching your wetness, sliding against it and making the fabric stick between your lips, before grazing your puffy clit and pressing into it.
You moan desperately as the fingers start circling your clit, playing with it, flicking it left and right, making your toes curl as you slowly open up your legs, inviting the monster in, letting it have its way with you.
Sharp teeth grazing against your neck have you gasping as you struggle again, but fingers press into your clit harshly, flicking it with passion as the other hand grazes your nipple, down to your waist and inner thigh, touching you everywhere where you're most sensitive like it knows your body even better than you do.
"Pretty~", the deep voice coos as plump lips nibble at your ear and you whimper, leaning back into the body that has now completely manifested behind you and it holds you in its embrace, fingers never tiring on your clit as your legs keep spasming, the sweet scent of your arousal prominent under the sheets.
"Ruin your cute panties for me~", the soothing voice coos again and you mewl as white explodes behind your closed eyelids, you cum and squirt in your panties hard, soaking the sheets underneath you as the entity grips your thigh and flicks your sensitive nub into overstimulation.
"P-please...", your voice is hoarse as you try to grip at whatever is holding you, your hands roaming behind you to find firm thighs.
The entity chuckles deeply into your ear, making you shiver as it continues to abuse your little clit.
"Shh.", it shushes you, pulling you flush with its body, your back on its chest and you feel the entity's cock press into your ass and the wet mess you made out of your panties.
You gasp again, trying to move, but your sheets wrap around your wrists, holding them down as the entity gently grabs your thighs and spreads them over theirs.
You finally manage to open your eyes, your vision is blurry and the room is almost completely dark, your blankets are still thrown over you and you can't move. Now you're too aware of the being breathing behind you, his chest rising and falling, the hot breath hitting the back of your neck as his fingers push your panties aside.
"Who- what are you?", you whimper as tears gather in your eyes but the way his fingers glide between your folds have you arching into his touch.
"I'm someone you know very well.", the creature says. "Don't be afraid.", he slowly pushes three of his fingers inside your heat and you moan, a tear sliding down your cheek. "I know how to make you feel good and relaxed."
"Okay", you've no idea what comes over you but you lean back as he pushes his fingers deeper inside you and starts fucking you at a steady pace.
You can hear the squelching sounds loud and clear as your pussy stretches around the fingers, and as your head leans on his shoulder, a tongue darts out to lick at your falling tear.
You shut your eyes tightly, afraid to look at what's holding you, it could be the ugliest monster ever, with sharp teeth and a dislodged jaw, its eyes a black hole but you don't care; the fear makes you even more aroused and you lift up into the fingers, eagerly meeting them as your pussy keeps dripping with wetness.
"That's it, fuck your little pussy on my fingers~", he coos at you as you moan and grip the sheets that bind your wrists, your legs shaking in tandem with the thrusts of his digits inside you.
Your orgasm builds up again and the sheets release your wrists to let your hands grip at the entity's strong thighs, as you moan loudly, giving into the way the monster knows exactly where your sweet spot is, at what pace you like to be fucked and how fast you love your clit being flicked.
You explode again, squirting for the second time, getting your thighs and the sheets soaking wet again.
"Yes, more! I need more!", the creature behind you growls and you whimper as his arm wraps around your waist, hand coming down to slap your wet pussy.
"Ah!", you jolt and the creature chuckles again.
"I know you love pain~ So you're gonna love being stuffed with my cock~", a tongue licks at your neck again, before sharp teeth graze against your skin, making goosebumps rise.
"C-can I see your face?", you whimper, your eyes snapping open as the being rips your panties off, making your middle jolt towards his hands again.
"All in it's time, little one"., his cock is now flush against your wet folds and you realize just how big and girthy it is then.
The monster presses his tip against your folds, somehow molding his body to fit yours, the feeling of him still gives you the same comfortable and safe feeling your bed does every single night you lay down.
"W-will it fit?", you whimper, nails digging into the creature's flesh.
"Worry not. I'll make it fit.", you can feel the smirk on his lips as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, by the feel of it, it's not a monster with a dislodged jaw, the outline of the face seems handsome in your mind, making you want to see him even more.
Your thoughts get clouded as you feel him pushing inside you, forcing you open for his huge cock and you gasp, not understanding how your pussy can stretch so much to take him and not be painful, instead only pleasure and comfort course through your body.
"That's it. Fall into me.", he coos sweetly, filling you up more, your eyes roll back as your head falls back onto his shoulder, your neck exposed to his sharp teeth.
The teeth nip at your sensitive skin as his cock fills you up completely, your walls snug around it, making you feel like it's inside your womb but still not hurting you, only amplifying the pleasure that's building inside you.
"I need you to fuck yourself on my cock. Make yourself feel good just like you do with your toys.", the monster says and you gasp at the realization that the creature has been watching you all this time. "Can you do that, little one?"
"Y-yes.", you moan and adjust your position so that you can bounce freely on the big cock filling you up.
"Yes, just like that!", the creature growls deeply as you give it your all, your thighs burning as you keep smacking your hips down on his, his cock messing you up on the inside, making you unable to compute any coherent thoughts.
Your pussy never felt this full and you can't help but cum hard all over the monster's cock after only a minute of fucking yourself on him, the white cream visible on his length as the creature looks down where your ass is bouncing in his lap.
"Couldn't endure? Hold it in a bit more now, hm~"
Tears prick at your eyes as you grip the sheets beneath you and the monster groans deeply as you bounce on him even harder, making the whole bed vibrate and shake, your clit coming into contact with the creature's balls every time you lower yourself down to take his entire length.
"Wanna cum.", you whimper and the monster chuckles darkly.
"Greedy little pussy~", he smacks your ass hard, which makes you whimper loudly and bounce on him even harder, your cunt clenching around his girthy cock, making it painfully pleasurable for him. "Hold it in~"
You cry out as he releases an onslaught of slaps to your ass, no doubt leaving red handprints on your flesh but it only spurs you on to fuck on him harder, smacking your hips into his like your life depends on it.
"Please!", you cry, hot tears sliding down your cheeks as your pussy keeps clenching around him.
"Just a bit more, I promise it's gonna feel so good~", the creature whispers sweetly, his hands wrapping around you to grab your breasts and play with them.
You grip at his thighs again, determined to make him cum too, so he would let you finish because you were barely holding on at this point, your whole body shaking as you kept whimpering and begging for release.
Just as you get used to the torturous feeling of not being able to cum, the monster grips your hips and starts fucking up into you at an inhumane pace, making you scream out loud.
"Gonna ruin this little pussy~ Make it all mine~", his voice is even deeper than before and shivers run up your spine, as you become putty in his hands, letting him fuck into you and use you like you were just a toy existing for his satisfaction.
"I know what you fantasize about~", the monster chuckles, and all you can do is whimper and heave for breath in response as his cock keeps abusing your hole. "You want to be full of cum but without any consequences. Just a little cum dump who wants to be fucked and filled up to the brim all the damn time~"
At these words, you clench so hard that the creature digs his nails into your flesh and sinks his teeth into your shoulder and you yelp in pain, not being able to take anymore, you squirt so harshly, spasming around him and lifting up off of him as your orgasm shakes your whole body, you soak his cock with your release and he loses it.
Before you can even make sense of anything, he slams you back down on his length, making you cry out from the repeated intrusion.
"I'll make your fantasy come true, make you just a little hole~", he growls into your ear and his cock twitches inside you before you feel hot spurts of cum painting your insides endlessly.
You feel his cum seep out even while he's still fucking into you, riding his high and pushing his release deeper into you, with the intent of making you keep it all inside you.
You slump against him as he slowly pulls out, your fucked out pussy clenching around nothing as his cum keeps gushing out of you, down onto the completely soaked and ruined sheets.
"P-please." you beg in a small voice. "Let me see your face."
The creature sighs deeply, slowly helping you turn around, but in the dark you can't make out almost anything so he reaches towards your lamp and turns it on.
You gasp in the dim light, seeing the man you encountered in your dreams just about your entire life. The big dark eyes, the freckled cheeks, the heart shaped lips.
It's all there, the man who had been the subject of your daydreaming so many times, you wished you could meet him, wished you could be with someone like him, fantasized about kissing him and holding him.
"But- What? I don't understand- how? What- what are you?"
"I'm your fantasy. Your comfort. I'm always here for you~", he grins, the sharp teeth a contrast to his sweet face and you gulp loudly.
"W-why are your teeth so sharp?"
"Don't worry about such things, little one. You should sleep now~", he says, his sweet lips kissing your forehead as he slowly lays you down, turning off the lamp and pulling you into the safety and comfort of your bed which was now magically dry even though you're 100% sure it should be soaked.
"But-"
"Ah, ah. Sleep.", his hands caress you and it seems like he's melting back into your mattress whence he manifested from.
"Are you gonna be here again?" you ask sleepily.
"I'm always here.", there's something sinister in his tone of voice but you don't care.
"What's your name?", you slur, your head lolling to the side.
"You can call me Felix, little one~"
"Felix", his name slips from your lips and the monster smiles menacingly as you fall asleep, returning to his original form, much more closer to the terrifying things you had imagined before seeing him, the mask he wore not to scare you off completely dissolves, just like his body does into your mattress; where he'll be waiting for you every night as you fall into the safety of your bed.
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CAUGHT - LN
summary - sneaking around finally catches up to lando and his best friends little sister
warnings: smut at the very beginning, angst + swearing but fluff!! (fewtrell!reader)
part 3 to first and quiet
masterlist the playlist
âwe really need to stop meeting like this,â lando grunted breathlessly, his thrusts never faltering as he bent y/n over the bathroom sink once more.
âmaybe try not being so famous and recognisable and we could go on a date? to a restaurant?â y/n panted in response, hips rolling into landoâs tight grip on her waist, âlike normal people?â
âbut that would spoil the fun,â lando whined jokingly, âbesides, if everyone knew about us, weâd have to start fucking in normal places. i donât know about you but something about this bathroom really does it for me,â he added with a smirk, catching her eyes in the mirror.
âthe toothpaste splatter real- fuck,â she started, cut off by the moan wrangling from her throat as lando pushed his length deeper, the pressure of the cold, bathroom counter pushing on her stomach, âkeep going, fuck.â
âso good fâme, baby,â lando replied, feeling the way her walls tightened around him as he praised her, âall mi-â
ây/n? are you home?â max called out from the bottom of the stairs, sliding off his shoes.
âfuck sake,â lando groaned, stilling his hips but leaving his cock pressed deep inside of her, âi hate your brother.â
ây-yeah! iâm justâŠ.having a shower?â she called out in response before pushing herself up, pressing her back to landoâs chest before whispering, âno you don't. you do, however, need to get out of here without him seeing you.â
âhave you seen lando?â max shouted again.
yes, heâs right here and he was very close to bringing me to orgasm, y/n internally grumbled as lando removed himself from her, finding his clothes quickly and tugging them on in a hurry.
âerm, not recently, no!â she replied, wincing slightly at the way her voice stuttered with the lie, her eyes making direct contact with the man in question. his arm reached around her, leaning into the shower and switching the dial quickly, spatters of water landing on his arm as he quickly retracted it.
âright you,â lando started, hands coming to hold her jaw, âshower. iâll see you later,â he added, pushing her towards the shower, but not before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, his heart softening at the sight of her eyes slowly closing in his embrace. he walked to the door, slowly prising it open as he peered through the gap, checking the coast was clear. nodding to himself at the empty hallway, he made a run for it, trying to walk in a way that exuded casual, but with some speed in his step.
had he only looked harder, he may have noticed his best friend stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching as he crept his way out of the bathroom.
y/n stepped into the shower, turning on the water just enough to create some steam. she wasn't really there to get clean; she needed a moment to compose herself and keep up the pretence that she was, in fact, taking a shower. she ran her fingers through her hair, feeling the cool droplets against her skin, and sighed.
and as she entered the kitchen, now with convincingly damp hair, y/n saw max sitting at the kitchen island, staring at the wall. his jaw was clenched tight, but every so often, his face would droop in confusion. he looked like he was trying to piece together a puzzle with missing pieces.
"hey, max," y/n said casually, trying to keep her voice light, "what do you want for dinner tonight?"
max didn't respond immediately. he continued to stare at the wall, his fingers drumming lightly on the counter. finally, he turned his head slowly to look at her.
"why did you say you hadn't seen lando recently," he started, his voice strained, "when he literally walked out of the bathroom you were in? i know your eyesight's not great, but i think even stevie wonder would notice a literal human being stood in the bathroom with him."
y/n's heart skipped a beat. she hadn't expected him to put it together so quickly. "max, i can explain..."
max interrupted, standing up and pacing. "i just don't get it. why would you lie about something like that? why was lando in there with you?"
y/n took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "i didn't mean to lie, max. it's just... complicated."
"complicated?" max echoed, stopping to face her. "you call sneaking around with my best friend complicated?"
"yes, it's complicated," y/n said, her voice rising slightly. "because i didn't know how to tell you without you freaking out like this."
"freaking out?" max said, throwing his hands in the air. "you think this is freaking out? i'm just trying to understand why my sister and my best friend have been hiding this from me. whatever this is."
âmax, i-â lando started, emerging from the doorway from where heâd been listening in.
âand you? of all people, you?â max argued, directing his anger at lando, âhow did i piss you off that badly that you decide to fuck my little sister for revenge?â
âitâs not like that, we-â
âhave you had sex with my sister?â max interrupted bluntly.
âwell yes, bu-â
âhow long?â max asked, turning to his sister for an answer.
âiâd say 6 and half inc-â
âhow long have you been seeing each other, y/n?â
â3 months? 4?â she conceded, allowing her attempt of lightening the situation to wash over, âand may i just say - insinuating that all iâm good for is a revenge shag? thank you so much for that,â she added sarcastically, smiling at him with no happiness behind it.
âare you serious? 4 months? lando? couldn't you have picked someone else?" max continued to argue, refusing to allow the guilt of his insulting comment to weigh on him in this moment, âliterally, anyone else?â
âouch,â lando commented, looking to the ceiling to avoid the awkwardness in the room, narrowly avoiding the daggers being shot at him from maxâs stare.
âwell maybe i wouldâve if you hadnât threatened anyone who tried,â y/n sighed, sick of his attitude, âis it that hard for you to just be happy for me? truly, would it kill you?â
âit might,â lando added.
âwhy didnât you tell me?â max asked, looking to his sister as his voice lowered for the first time since sheâd stepped into the kitchen.
"oh, sure, let me just check with you next time i develop feelings for someone. you don't get to control my life,â y/n rolled her eyes - max may be calming down, but she was just getting started.
âi care about her, max,â lando interrupted, trying to control the situation as he noticed the way y/nâs hands balled into fists against the worktop, âand i didn't want to hurt you or make things awkward between us. it was my idea not to tell you, âcos i didnât know how.â
âwe didn't want to cause any drama."
"too late for that," max muttered.
âclearly,â y/n responded bluntly, turning on her heel and heading towards the door as she stormed off in anger. but before she could leave, lando caught her, his grip firm but gentle.
"y/n, wait," he said softly, turning her back to face max. y/n felt lando's hands stay on her hips, rubbing gentle circles into her skin to calm her down. she relaxed slightly but kept her gaze fixed on max.
âi'm sorry for how you found out, but you have to understand that i'm capable of making my own decisions,â y/n said, her voice steady but still tinged with frustration, "finding out your own brother is the reason you have felt so alone for years is not a pleasant feeling, max.â
âit was for your own good.â
âmy own good?â she scoffed, feeling the anger rise in her chest again, âfor the sake of your own good i suggest you leave right now.â
âthis is my house? i live here?â
âyeah? and if you donât leave now youâre also going to die here,â she gritted, feeling landoâs fingertips press into her skin as a warning that maybe she maybe shouldnât be so aggressive.
âfine,â max muttered, walking past the two of them and swiftly grabbing his shoes and coat before leaving the house, letting the door slam behind him.
y/n stood frozen for a moment, staring at the closed door. the weight of the situation finally caught up with her, and she felt her composure slipping, her shoulders shaking as the first tears began to fall.
lando was by her side in an instant, turning her round and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. "it's okay, baby," he murmured, rubbing her back in soothing circles, "let it out."
the dam broke, and y/n let herself cry, all the anger, exhaustion, and frustration pouring out in a torrent of tears. she clung to lando, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as she sobbed into his chest. lando held her close, whispering comforting words and continuing to rub her back.
after what felt like an eternity, y/n's sobs began to subside. she pulled back slightly, her face tear-streaked and red. she looked up at lando, her eyes filled with regret.
"we should've been more careful," she whispered, her voice hoarse.
"no, y/n,â lando shook his head, his expression firm, âyour brother should be less of a dick. this is your life, you live it how you want to, and if he can't handle that, then that's his own burden to bear."
y/n sniffled, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand. "but he's my brother. i don't want to lose him over this."
"you won't," lando assured her, his hands cupping her face gently. "he's just shocked right now. he'll come around. but that doesn't mean we should regret being together."
y/n nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. "you're right. i'm just... so tired of all this."
"i know," lando said softly, pulling her back into his embrace. "but we'll get through it."
they stood like that for a while, the quiet of the house enveloping them. y/n felt the last of her tears dry up, replaced by a renewed sense of determination.
âiâm proud of you, yâknow,â lando started, causing y/n to pull back slightly to look up at him again.
âwhy?â
âyou stood up for yourself,â he smiled, âin all the years iâve known you, i donât think iâve ever seen you stand up for yourself - not even to max. thatâs why.â
âthank you,â she mumbled, before grinning at him, âturns out getting fucked daily fills me with confidence - not just cock.â
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Silent Night
Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Youâre home for the holidays and Joel isn't gonna let a drinking contest or a house full of people stop him.
Warnings: PWP ofc, established relationship, mentions of drinking/alcohol, having to keep quiet?, oral (f&m receiving), thigh grinding, creampie, breeding kink, come play, getting caught, I think that's all lmk if I missed anything
w/c: 6.6k
a/n: hiii everyone! I am in fact alive! I'm finally on break from school and this is just a lil something I wrote real quick bc I've been in the holiday spirit since before October even ended hehehe :) Anyway, thank u to the actual loml @undrthelights for beta reading and finding the perfect pics!! It's nice to be back! Please leave a comment letting me know if you liked it, support is what keeps writers going!! Love u all!!
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Your hips grind a little harder against his thigh, a soft sight falling from your lips as he licks and sucks at the spot under your ear that drives you absolutely wild. âI don't think I can be quietâ you whisper, gasping softly when his tongue swipes over your pulse. "You can" he mumbles against the side of your neck, the vibrations of his voice and his warm breath against your skin sending burning hot sparks down your spine. âYou can do whatever I ask, canât you baby?â
You can hear them downstairs, muffled sounds of Joel and several other of your family members talking and laughing while they sip on the fancy whiskey that your dad was saving for the occasion. You opted out of it, quickly taking up the offer of the first hour or two of alone time youâve had since you arrived at your parents house two days ago instead. You figured Joel could use the time too, talking with your dad and uncles and cousins about whatever men talk about when theyâre doing whiskey tasting in the mancave of a basement.Â
You managed to avoid getting roped into watching a shitty Hallmark Christmas movie with the rest of your family or helping them prep for the big dinner tomorrow. After successfully sneaking away to your old childhood bedroom thatâs now redecorated as a simple guest room, you're left with nothing to do besides relax. First up was a long shower with the water so hot you nearly scalded your skin, and now youâre cozied up in bed, nose buried deep in the middle of your book while the rest of the house buzzed with muted background noise.Â
Time passes without you noticing, too engrossed in your book to keep track, but eventually the bedroom door creaks open, pulling you back to reality. Youâre about to tell off whoever is at the door for interrupting you, but you immediately soften when Joel slips inside, quietly closing the door behind him.Â
He looks so sweet, wrapped up in a thick dark brown sweater, his curls flopping over his forehead, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose with a lopsided smile. His eyes are soft, warm, and a bit glassy as he looks at you like youâre the best thing he ever did see.
"Think your dad is trying to kill me" he says, his words slurring just a bit as he crosses the room over to the bed.
You giggle, watching him plop down on the bed on his back, his head rolling over to look at you, "Are you surprised? He does this to you every year."
It's true, every holiday at your parents house, your dad insists on the whiskey "tasting", which is really just him pouring heavy handed shots and glasses and seeing who's going to be the last one to tap out. Usually it's just him and his brothers in the end, hashing out some decades old sibling rivalry in the form of a drinking contest. And ever since the first time you brought Joel home for the holiday five years ago, your father has insisted on dragging him down there and challenging him too.
The first year was the worst with Joel not heeding any of your warnings about how much liquor your dad would actually push on him. Joel was so sick by the end of the night that he made best friends with the toilet and passed out on the couch, then spent most of the next morning with a massive hangover, apologizing profusely to your dad about it who just laughed and said that he can try again next year.
Thankfully, Joel knows his limits now and has made peace with the fact that he'll never beat your dad at his own game. It doesn't mean that the challenge doesn't still stand.
"No" he mumbles, a dopey smile spreading across his face, "Guess I jus' never expect him to pour shots big enough to knock out a horse"
"How many did you have this time?" You ask, bookmarking your place in the book before setting it aside, sitting up a little straighter and adjusting the pillows behind your back.
"Jus' three."
"Oh, so you are just a lightweight then?"
"I'm not a fuckin' lightweight" he grumbles with a dramatic pout.Â
You laugh as you turn to lay on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow. Your hand instinctively falls to his hair, a small content sigh falling from his lips as your fingertips skate across his hairline and glide through his soft curls. scooting closer to him and reaching down to run your fingers through his hair, "Okay, baby" you hum, smiling when his eyes fall shut as your nails gently scratch his scalp, "If you say so."
Joel melts under your touch, like a cat basking in the sun, a lazy little grin on his face and a dreamy, far off look in his eyes. His face is still flushed, the tips of his ears and the tops of his cheeks a rosy shade of pink, his lips slightly parted, a few more stray curls falling across his forehead. He looks absolutely gorgeous, and the soft, tender look in his eyes when he finally looks back up at you melts you from the inside out.
You cup the side of his face in your hand and ;ean in to press a lingering kiss to his forehead. "You're so cute when you're drunk" you murmur, moving kissing his cheek.
"M'not drunk"
You pull back to look him in the eye, smiling, "Sure you're not"
"I'm not" he whines, "M'just a lil' tipsy."
"Alright" you hum, pressing a quick kiss to his pouty lips.
Joel follows your mouth with the softest whine when you start to pull back, his large hand cupping the back of your head, holding you still while he kisses you, needy, but still so sweet. The taste of whiskey is heavy on his tongue as it slides against yours, a soft, satisfied noise rumbling in his chest when you part your lips further, kissing him deeper.Â
When he finally lets you break the kiss, you're left just a little breathless and dazed, a giddy feeling swirling low in your belly. His pupils are blown when he looks up at you, his lips spit slick and plump, a lopsided smile on his face. He turns a little more on his side facing you, his fingers fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt until his hand slips easily underneath like it was meant to be there. The warmth of his palm smoothing up and down the curve of your spine is soothing, his fingers gently tracing over your ribs and the dip of your waist, the slight scratch of his calluses over your skin sending a shiver down your spine.
His eyes are half-lidded as he stares at your lips, licking his own. Realistically, you knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as he entered the bedroom. You know how he gets when he's like this, soft, sweet, and incredibly needy. With all the amount of times he tugged you into a bar bathroom after he's had a few, or when Tommy drops him off after a night out and he's already halfway to undressing you before the front door even shuts. You know he's trouble like this, but you can never deny him when he's looking at you like that, like you're the only thing he needs, the only thing he's ever needed.
He leans in to kiss you again, slow and sweet, his fingers splaying on your lower back and keeping you close. His mouth moves languidly against yours, the tip of his tongue tracing your bottle lip and his teeth sinking in the slightest bit to nip and tug, pulling a desperate little sound out from the back of your throat.Â
He sighs at the small sound and starts to lean into you more, using his weight to roll you over until you're flat on your back with him hovering above you, his forearms on either side of your head with his knees bracketing your hips. The kisses grow hungrier, wetter, more insistent, his mouth moving against yours like he's trying to breathe the very air from your lungs.Â
He shifts a bit and you moan softly into his mouth when his thigh slots between yours, the firm muscle of his thigh pushing right up against the apex of your thighs, the perfect amount of pressure to make heat spark and smolder in your belly. He does it again, rocking his thigh up against you just a little harder, swallowing the needy whimper that you let out, the heat and friction making you ache.Â
You canât help but grind against his thigh, the seam of your sweatpants pressing against the damp spot thatâs already forming on your panties and digging into your clit just right. Youâre chasing the growing pleasure, the firmness of his thigh and the intoxicating taste of whiskey on his soft lips mixed with the faint trace of his peppermint toothpaste. Youâd give anything to have him, for him to take you, but the sounds of laughter and chatter coming from downstairs is a rude reminder of reality.Â
"Joel" you warn with absolutely no heat in your voice, his lips grazing the sensitive spot under your ear, "We can't.â
He ignores you for a beat, crashing his lips back on yours and kissing you until he needs to come up for air.Â
"We can" he says, his voice gravelly and thick with want, the deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "We're bein' real quiet"
His lips trail across the line of your jaw and up your cheek before landing on your mouth again. The slow, lazy drag of his tongue against yours makes you throb, another soft when escaping you and the muscles in your legs and stomach tightening as you make no effort to stop moving against his thigh.Â
âEveryone will hear usâ you try feebly, knowing itâs futile.Â
Joel smirks against your lips, the bastard. âNah. Iâll be quiet.âÂ
You know he's a damn liar and a bad one at that. In what world could you be quiet with his hands and mouth on you, with his thick cock buried deep inside you, stretching you out and filling you up so good that your toes curl? And in what world could he be quiet, not running his mouth about how good you feel, how pretty you look stuffed full of him, how well you take him. You know exactly how it'll go, if the numerous failed previous attempts are anything to go by.
But then his lips are on the side of your neck, and you're forgetting why it matters. You let your eyes fall shut as his lips press gentle, wet kisses up and down the column of your throat, the stubble on his cheeks and chin scratching and tickling in the best way. You're quickly forgetting why this was a bad idea to begin with.
Your hips grind a little harder against his thigh, a soft sight falling from your lips as he licks and sucks at the spot under your ear that drives you absolutely wild. âI don't think I can,â you whisper, gasping softly when his tongue swipes over your pulse point.Â
"You can" he mumbles against the side of your neck, the vibrations of his voice and his warm breath against your skin sending burning hot sparks down your spine. âYou can do whatever I ask, canât you baby?âÂ
âI donât- ohâŠâÂ
The rest of your sentence dies on the tip of your tongue as he pushes his thigh against you, grinding it up against your core in a way that has your head spinning and toes curling, the pleasure sharp and delicious as it melts into your veins.Â
âThatâs rightâ he murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. âYouâll do whatever I say, huh?âÂ
Thereâs a pause and when you open your eyes, his are dark, his pupils blown wide, the deep brown nearly swallowed whole. His hair is tousled and curlier than ever, a few loose strands hanging in his face. His lips are slightly parted, swollen, red, and sick and shiny from your kisses. Heâs an absolute sight and you canât help but nod, eager to do whatever he wants, whatever he asks, because god itâs always worth it.Â
His eyes crinkle a bit at the corners and the lopsided smirk on his face widens. Heâs the fucking devil.Â
Just the thought of him taking you with the rest of the house full of your extended family is making your veins buzz, excitement bubbling low in your belly. But you're well aware of just how thin the walls are and how nosy some members of your family are and you can't fathom how awkward it would be to come down for breakfast the next morning after the whole house heard you getting absolutely railed.
"Itâll be okay" he assures, reading your thoughts, his hands slipping under your shirt again. The fabric bunches up over his wrists as he slides his palms up your torso to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. "Mânot gonna let anyone else hear you. Just me."
Fuck.
His simple words are enough to convince you, not that you needed much convincing in the first place. He had you wrapped around his finger and him around yours, and there was no way you were going to say no to what you know will come next. A jolt of electricity shoots down your spine and settles hot and heavy in the pit of your stomach. Your resolve breaks, your legs falling open further, letting him get even closer, and Joel lets out a soft, happy noise against your mouth.
"Atta girl" he hums, his voice rough and deep, "So good for me, aren't ya baby?"
"Always" you manage to reply, the word more of a sigh as you arch your back, his thumb teasing your nipple until it's pebbled and hard.
He gives into you easily, tugging your shirt up and over your head. His mouth lands on your chest as soon as itâs exposed, immediately licking and kissing across your collarbones and the swell of your breast. He noses along the valley between them, the coarse hair of his beard tickling your skin and making you giggle. You can feel him grinning against your skin before he nips and sucks at the supple flesh until a red mark rises to the surface.Â
You squirm beneath him, his leg still nestled perfectly between yours and pressing against you every time he shifts. The pressure is building in your gut, your clit aching and throbbing. The feeling is almost too much with his hot wet mouth now wrapped around your nipple, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak making it harder and harder for you to keep quiet.Â
âJoel,â you hiss, the word half warning and half plea.Â
âHush, babyâ he mumbles against your skin. His fingers replace his mouth, pinching and teasing your swollen, spit-slick nipple as he kisses across your chest to lavish your other nipple with the same attention.Â
âGotta be quiet, remember?â he says when he pulls back, releasing your nipple with a wet pop. âUnless you want everyone hearinâ yaâÂ
You open your mouth to say something in protest, to tell him that heâs making things a lot harder right now, but then he starts moving, sliding down the bed and the words die in your throat. The look he gives you as he settles on his stomach between your thighs is sinful, his eyes dark and mischievous, his lips pulled up into a smirk.Â
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your sweats, slowly pulling them along with your panties down your legs, leaving you completely bare. Your stomach swoops at the sight of his eyes trained to your center and your thighs twitch, wanting to snap shut and hide. But his hands on both of your thighs keep you spread open for him. You swallow thickly, your breath catching in your throat, the anticipation building in the pit of your belly as your slick starts to drip down the cleft of your ass.Â
Joelâs mouth falls open slightly, a shaky breath escaping him. âFuck, babyâ he sighs, tongue darting out to lick his cherry red lips, his eyes glazing over. A small, content smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, a swell of pride blossoming in your chest. He looks wrecked, like a starving man eyeing his first meal, and the way he's looking at you so intently, like you're the best thing he's ever seen, the thing that's kept him alive all these years, is making your heart pound almost painfully in your chest.Â
âFucking gorgeous,â he praises, his hand running along the inside of your thigh. âAnd all mine.âÂ
Like he canât wait another second, heâs leaning in and licking a long, wet stripe up your center, dragging his tongue through your folds from your leaking hole to your swollen, needy clit. The feeling of his tongue on you pulls a soft, broken sound from you. You clap your hand over your mouth as your head spins, a rush of pleasure washing over you making the muscles in your thighs and stomach twitch and flex.Â
He does it again and again, and every time his tongue flicks over the swollen bud, you let out a soft whine that sounds far too loud in the otherwise quiet room.
He groans against you, his mouth already wet and messy as he laps at your pussy like he's starving for it, like he would die without tasting you. His eyes are locked on yours, the look in them so dark and primal that it makes your walls clench, more slick freely leaking out of you and onto his tongue. He laps it up happily, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you steady as his mouth works your clit.
He lets out a quiet, breathy moan when you slide your hand through his hair once again, your fingers tangling in and pulling on the soft brown strands. His eyes flutter shut, a shuddery exhale falling from his parted lips, and the feeling of his warm breath fanning over your wet, sensitive center has you stifling another high pitched whimper.
You roll your hips up against his face, desperate for more, and he gets the hint, the flat of his tongue swiping up through your folds a few more times before he dips it into your entrance, pushing in and out while his nose nudges at your clit. You're writhing beneath him, tugging at his hair, trying so hard to be quiet but failing miserably, soft, desperate little noises pouring out of your mouth. You know he's loving it too, making no effort to keep your noises at bay, not giving a single fuck about who might hear.
He moans against your cunt, the vibrations making you jolt, your hips rolling up to meet him. You're panting, the hand that isn't buried in his hair gripping the sheets tight enough that your knuckles turn white, and your back arches when his tongue fucks in and out of you faster, rougher.
"Joel, fuck" you gasp, "I- I'm-
He growls, the sound muffled by your pussy, the vibrations and the feeling of his stubble dragging along your inner thighs making your toes curl, the familiar coil in your belly tightening, your thighs trembling.
He doubles down, bringing a hand between your legs to replace his tongue with two thick fingers sinking into you and curling up against that spot inside you that has you seeing stars, his tongue circling your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you, his mouth and hand working in tandem to pull you apart.
"Fuck, I'm close" you whimper, his fingers crooking against that spot inside of you, sending white hot fire coursing through your veins as your slick leaks down his fingers and into his palm like hot honey.Â
He hums, sucking your clit between his lips, and your legs clamp around his head, your hand tightening in his hair as your orgasm crashes over you, your back arching off the mattress, a muffled, broken moan spilling out from behind your hand. He fucks you through it, his tongue flattening out against your clit while the tips of his fingers rub against that sweet spot inside of you, sending more sparks of pleasure tingling up and down your spine.
When it's too much, when the sensitivity makes tears prick in the corners of your eyes, you make a feeble attempt to push him away. He pulls back, sitting up on his knees, his chin and cheeks wet with your slick, his pupils blown so wide that the brown is almost completely swallowed up by black. He stares at you, his gaze so heavy and intense that it makes another shiver run down your spine.
"You're not being very quiet" he smirks as he moves off the bed to stand up.
You roll your eyes, still coming down from the aftershocks, your thighs quivering, "Yeah, no shit" you mutter, propping yourself up on your elbows.
He chuckles as he pulls off his sweater and the t-shirt underneath it before he starts unbuckling his belt and working on his jeans. You sit up, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed, reaching out and batting his hands away, taking over and quickly unfastening the button and pulling the zipper down.
He doesn't protest, letting you push his jeans and boxers down his legs until he kicks them all the way off. Your mouth waters at the sight of his thick, hard cock hanging heavy between his legs, flushed a deep red with slippery precum beading at the tip. You reach out, wrapping your hand around the base and taking a moment or two to revel in the familiar weight and warmth of him in your hand.
He shudders, a low moan rumbling in his chest, his eyes slipping shut as his hand moves to cup the back of your head. He watches you intently as you take your time, lazily stroking him, rubbing the pad of your thumb over the leaking tip and tracing the throbbing veins that run along the sides. His breathing grows heavy, his jaw clenching and his stomach muscles twitching as he tries so hard not to buck his hips up into the loose circle of your fist.
"C'mon, sweetheart" he pleads, the words leaving his mouth as a low, breathless groan, "Get me all nice and wet for you."
He doesn't have to ask twice. You lean forward and you dart your tongue out to lap up the bead of precum, humming at the salty, bitter taste of it, swirling the flat of your tongue over the head of his cock, your hand pumping the rest of his shaft. His breath catches in his throat, a stuttered curse falling from his lips when you dip your tongue into the slit, teasing more precum out.
He groans, his grip on the back of your head tightening, urging you to take him into the warm, wet heat of your mouth. You sink down, flattening your tongue and taking him all the way until he hits the back of your throat, the tip of his cock brushing against the roof of your mouth. You breathe through your nose, hollowing your cheeks, swallowing around him, and the deep, guttural groan that he lets out has you squirming, slick leaking out of your cunt and onto the sheets below.
"There ya go" he pants, his head lolling back, "Oh, baby, that's it. S'fuckin' perfect."
You pull off, a string of spit and precum connecting his cock to your bottom lip, and you look up at him through your lashes.
"Need to be quiet" you remind him, "Or else I'll stop"
He lets out a shaky breath and nods, swallowing hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He's not used to keeping quiet, not used to not telling you how good you feel, not used to not begging you to let him cum in that low, raspy tone that never fails to make you weak.
"I'll be good," he whispers, breathless and needy. "Promise."
Your stomach swoops at his words, arousal burning bright in your belly. Unable to stay away for much longer, you lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the head of his cock. His hips jerk, another drop of precum leaking out. You lick it up, swirling your tongue around the sensitive, swollen tip before sinking down again. You take him into the wet heat of your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and swallowing around him, bobbing your head slowly and steadily.
He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood trying with all his might to keep his noises in as you drool all over his cock. He can't take his eyes off you, watching the way he disappears into the slick heat of your mouth. You look so pretty with your lips wrapped around him, spit dripping down his cock and leaking out the corners of your mouth while your eyes water as you take him as far as you can.
You take him deeper, and you swallow, your throat convulsing around him, and the way his whole body shudders makes you smile, proud of the effect you have on him. He's so big and thick, and you both know you can't fit him all the way down your throat, but seeing you try your best is enough to make his thighs start to shake.Â
His cock hits the back of your throat again and again, the tip dipping into the soft, warm, tight space, and Joel's breathing is getting heavier and faster, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows knitted together.
"Shit" he grits out under his breath, "That's it, sweetheart. That's fuckin' it."
The praise goes straight between your legs, a fresh wave of slick leaking out of you and it's too tempting to resist, so you slip your hand between your thighs and rub circles around your clit, moaning softly around his cock.
He hisses, his eyes snapping down, watching your hand disappear between your legs.
"Are you touchin' yourself?" he asks, the words coming out rough and choked, his eyebrows raised.
You nod, sliding a finger into yourself, and you pull off his cock, panting, a thin strand of spit connecting the head to your bottom lip.
"Can't help it" you whine pathetically, your voice already raspy from how far his cock had been down your throat.
Joel groans, his dick twitching, and he's had enough. He takes a step back, and you let go, a little confused and worried that you've done something wrong. But he just takes hold of your arms and yanks you off the bed, his strong hands easily manhandling you, and then he's pushing you, turning you around and bending you over the side of the mattress.
"Oh" you breathe out, bracing yourself on your forearms, arching your back, sticking your ass up in the air.
You don't have to wait long for him to move. His hand is smoothing over your ass, the other one guiding his cock towards your sopping cunt. He teases the tip between your folds, spreading your slick and dragging his head over your swollen clit a few times before lining himself up and sinking in.
You bite down on the inside of your cheek to keep quiet, letting out a stuttering breath, the familiar, delicious burn of his thick cock stretching you out making your eyes roll back into your head. You've made peace with the face that you'll never be used to his size. It'll always be too much, the feeling of him pushing into, forcing your walls to make room for him will always make you clench and shiver.
He's got his hands on your hips, holding you steady as he bottoms out, his hips flush with the curve of your ass with the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix. He holds himself there for a moment, both of you adjusting to the feeling, and you're trying so hard not to moan, to keep your noises muffled by the mattress, and you know Joel's struggling too, his jaw clenched tight and his brow furrowed.
"Good girl" he whispers, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips, "Taking my cock so well, aren't ya?"
You nod, whimpering, your fingers twisting in the sheets.
He pulls back and thrusts back in, setting a steady, slow rhythm, the wet slide of his cock making the most obscene sounds. And it's driving you crazy, the need to let out loud, your chest burning with the effort of keeping your noises in. He keeps his pace slow, not wanting to make more noise with his hips snapping against your ass. Itâs nearly tortuous though, the drag of his cock in and out of you so slow that you can feel every ridge as he takes his sweet time. You can only handle it for a few moments before the tingling hints of pain from the stretch subside and the burning need for him to fuck you senseless takes over.
"Joel" you whine, "Faster, please."
He leans over you, his front pressed against your back, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "You're not gonna stay quiet if I do," he says, his voice deep and gravelly, "Just take what I give you, sweetheart."
You're so worked up, the slow pace makes you even more desperate for him, and you can't help it, you need more, and you reach a hand back and grab his hip, urging him to speed up.
"I-I'll try" you promise, "Please, just- Just fuck me, Joel, please"
He hesitates, but the way you're squirming beneath him is so tempting, and the way his cock is throbbing and dripping inside of you is telling him that he needs more too.
Before you can say anything else, he's pulling back, the thick, heavy weight of him sliding out of you. You whimper at sudden empty feeling but you don't have time to complain before he's flipping you over onto your back and scooting you up the bed before climbing on top of you. You canât help but notice how big he is, the muscles flexing smoothly in his strong arms that box you in as he hovers above you, nearly encompassing your entire body underneath his. His mouth is on yours before you can even blink, his tongue slipping past your lips and kissing you like his life depends on it.
He settles between your legs, his hips nestled in the cradle of your thighs, his cock dragging along your clit again warm and heavy, and you gasp, the sound swallowed by his mouth. You're squirming again, desperate to feel him stretch you out more and he takes mercy on you, reaching between your bodies and grabbing the base of his cock, guiding the thick head towards your entrance.
"Gotta be quiet, baby" he warns, his eyes boring into yours as he looks down at you. "Those pretty noises are just for me, yeah? Can't have anyone hearin' 'em."
You nod frantically and the next second he's pushing in, the fat head of his cock forcing its way into you and bottoming out in one smooth motion. You let out a gasp that's definitely too loud but Joel is quick to remedy it, his hand coming up to cover your mouth, his fingers splaying across your cheek.
"Shh" he shushes you, his hips rolling, the slow, lazy drag of his cock against your walls making you clench around him. Your eyes roll back, your back arching as his hand stops all the whiny little sounds you can't help but make. He continues to fuck you slow and deep, his cock sliding in and out of your soaking wet cunt, the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing softly in the room.
You can't take your eyes off him, watching his eyes squeeze shut, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing as he fucks you, his brows knitted together and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. He looks beautiful like this, sweat glistening on his skin, his jaw tight, and his eyes shut tight, his mouth hanging open with his breaths coming out in soft, barely audible pants.
"Mmm" he hums, his hips picking up speed, his cock pushing impossibly deeper. "You feel so fuckin' good, baby. Fuck."
You reflexively clench around him and a shudder runs through his whole body.
"Gettin' real tight" he pants, "Tryna milk the cum right outta me, huh? Tryna make me fill up that pretty pussy?"
You whimper into his palm, your pussy fluttering, a fresh wave of slick coating his cock, and he groans, his hips picking up speed.
"S'what you want?" he asks in a hushed tone, his hand still pressed firmly over your mouth. "You want me to fill you up? Make a mess of that pretty pussy? Breed you until you're fuckin' stuffed, baby girl?"
Your back arches off the bed, the coil in your belly so tight that you think you might pass out. He's rambling, his thrusts losing rhythm, his breathing getting ragged and choppy, his chest heaving and his thighs shaking.
"That's it" he coaxes when you tighten around him even more, "Can feel it, can feel how close you are. Go on, baby, cum on my cock. Wanna feel that tight, wet cunt cum all over my cock, please, baby."
His hips snap forward, his cock pushing deep into you, the tip rubbing against the spongy spot deep inside you that makes the coil in your belly finally snap. Your eyes roll back, a muffled, broken moan falling from your lips as your entire body convulses, your orgasm washing over you and making your toes curl as your walls flutter around his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.
Joel lets out a deep, low groan, his hips stuttering as he fucks you through your orgasm. His hand slips away from your mouth so he can grip your hips with both hands, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding you in place so he can chase after his own release. His chest is tight as he holds in his grunts and groans, but itâs barely any use with the lewd noises that fill the room as your pussy gushes around him, your slick leaking past the tight seal of your walls around him and dripping down to his balls.Â
"Oh, shit, baby. Christ,â he chokes out, his stomach muscles clenching as his hips slam into yours, his cock pushing impossibly deeper and harder. âKeep makinâ a mess, keep lettinâ me feel it. Thatâs it. Fuckinâ hell.âÂ
You can feel his cock starting to throb inside of you and you know heâs close. And you canât stop the words from leaving your mouth, the need to let him know just how good heâs making you feel is destroying any bit of common sense.Â
âWant you to fill me up,â you whine. âPlease, Joel, wanna feel it.âÂ
Thatâs all it takes. His jaw clenches, his nose scrunching as his eyes squeeze shut. His cock twitches and pulses as he buries himself as deep as he can get before spilling into, filling you with thick, hot ropes of his cum. His hips jerking and stuttering d you clench around him, squeezing and milking him for everything he has while he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his broken, ragged moans against your skin.
"So good,â he whimpers. âFuckinâ perfect.âÂ
The praise goes straight between your legs and you wrap your arm around his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. He lifts his head, his palm resting on your cheek as he lifts his head and presses his lips against yours, kissing you languidly. His hips rock back and forth lazily, pushing his cum in as deep as he can get it. You melt into the bed underneath him, the only things keeping you tethered to the earth being your fingers combing through his hair and your legs tightening around his waist.
When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, and you're both left panting, trying to catch your breath. You listen to the muffled sounds of people downstairs, the movie playing and their drunken voices filtering in through the door, and Joel must be thinking the same thing because he chuckles.
"Well" he says, his thumb rubbing back and forth over your cheekbone, "I don't think anyone heard us."
"You better hope they didn't" you retort, a grin on your face. Joel rolls his eyes. "That's a weird way to say thank you" he teases. You start to laugh, but the sound dies in your throat, morphing to a whimper instead when he starts pulling out his softening cock.
"Joel" you whine, but he doesn't stop. "Joel, please. It's-"
He's not listening, he's too focused on the way his cock looks when he pulls out. The tip slips out of you, and the rest follows, and his eyes widen as he watches a string of thick, sticky cum stretch from the tip of his cock to your cunt. It breaks, falling to your thigh, and he licks his lips. He can't tear his eyes away, watching the way your cunt flutters, and his cum starts to drip out, running down your slit, the obscene sight making Joel's spent cock twitch.Â
"Shit" he mutters under his breath, "Ain't that a pretty picture."
He reaches down, dragging a finger through the mess of cum and slick and gathering it on his finger before pushing it back into your cunt. You clench around the digit before he sighs and pulls it back out.
"Gonna be leaking all day tomorrow" he murmurs, almost to himself.
You whimper, the thought of having him dripping out of you all day like that has renewed arousal already seeping into your veins.Â
âItâs okayâ he assures you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. âIâll take care ya. Clean you up and put my cock back in right where it belongs, howâs that sound, hm?âÂ
You sigh, nodding, a wave of fatigue washing over you. âSounds perfect,â you agree.Â
You watch as he climbs off of you and starts to move, but a sudden, sharp sound of knuckles knocking on the other side of the bedroom door makes you both freeze.Â
âYou two are fucking disgusting!â the voice of your cousin calls out, accompanied by the sound of a couple other people giggling and laughing. âPut some goddamn clothes on and get down here!âÂ
You and Joel exchange glances, his eyes wide and apologetic, his cheeks burning bright red as you give him a look that says I told you so.Â
âAlright, alright, weâre comingâ he yells back.Â
âWeâre coming! Oh, yeah weâre coming!â another voice teases, the sound of everyone bursting out laughing quickly follows.Â
âWeâre never doing that againâ Joel mutters and you canât help but chuckle.Â
âYeah right. Keep telling yourself thatâ
Thank you for reading!!! Plsss let me know if you enjoyed hehehe
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đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ : best friend Han Jisung x fem reader
đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ: there's a thunderstorm outside and you don't have an umbrella. luck wants that you're near you best friend's apartment complex and you decide to wait for the rain to stop and your clothes to dry while watching a movie with him... but things escalate after the tension between you two finally snaps.
đ đđ§đ«đ: fluff, smut, friends to lovers
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: play-fighting, swearing, soft dom Jisung, oral (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, no protection (boo-hoo), multiple orgasms, creampie, messy making out, hint of slight choking, dry humping, tiny bit of possessiveness, praise, dirty talk, slight manhandling, overstimulation, spitting.
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I don't know if anyone can tell but I'm actually in love with this man
The sound of the doorbell ringing resonated in your ears, feeling already relaxed by the familiar pattern of the short melody. The veins of the wooden door too, you knew them by heart, and istantly felt less tense by looking at them: you were soaked from head to toe and were feeling kind of dumb standing by his apartment in your state, cold and shaking, but you knew you'd be welcomed and he would take care of you no matter what. You heard hurrying footsteps approaching the entrance and in a second the shining smile of your best friend appeared in front of you, just to drop one second after.
"Oh my god baby, are you okay?"
Baby, he always called you that but every single time your belly tingled as if it was the first. Was it necessary? Not really, but you didn't want to stop him from saying that. It was so sweet and intimate and you enjoyed it when your cheeks would start to feel warm because of the petname (a bit too much maybe).
He gently wrapped his hand around your arm and pulled you inside his apartment, leaving you at the entrance for a second, running away just to come back with a towel.
"Were you outside? Didn't you bring an umbrella? Aaah you're so dumb sometimes..." he didn't even wait for your reply, he just threw the cloth over your head and started rubbing it gently to dry your hair just a little bit.
"I was doing some errands around here and I decided to walk instead of taking the bus, but it suddenly started raining like, heavily, and I wasn't able to search for a place to run into... so I just accepted my destiny and took a stroll until I came here" you sighed, dramatically taking a hand to your forehead and closing your eyes, not really able to hide the growing smile on your face when you heard him chukle and gently caress your face to take away the remaining droplets of water. He lowered down until his eyes met yours, then he tilted his head to the side as his gaze softened.
"You dummy... hope you didn't catch a cold or I'll be the one that will have to take care of you y'know!?" he started to take off your jacket, his hands lingering on your arms with his soft touch, then putting aside your shoes before placing the same towel on the floor for you to step on it. "Now, go take a shower and I'll search for something to give you while I wash your stuff, okay baby?"
At your nod he went ahead and with his finger he gestured you to follow him through your giggles, while the warmth in your belly started spreading even more hot than before. He made you feel so loved and special, always a priority, and you cherished little moments like these, it filled your heart with joy being in his presence... and for him it was the same, you both knew.
"Leave your clothes outside the door angel, I'll pick them up later" he said, before giving you a kiss on your forehead and handing you what he chose for you to wear.
"I'll wait in my bedroom with a movie ready to watchïœ" a wink and he turned around, his shoulders seeming a little more broad and muscular... did he start to go to the gym again? The terrible heating of your face crept under your skin again by the thought of him doing his excercise routine. You saw him once when you tried to do it together, all sweaty and panting and eyes half closed, that time you nearly planted your face on the cute light blue-flowery-patterned mat he gifted you with lewd thoughts racing in your head during your thirty seconds plank.
The question accompanied you in the shower anyway, where you couldn't really think about anything else but how much love you felt for him and how you were desperate for him to know already.
All your friends encouraged you to get together but you never understood if Jisung's reaction was positive or negative whenever they teased you two.
And you knew you've always loved him, you became his friend just to get close to him after all, but things escalated and you were never really able to escape the situation and just confess, so you kind of went along with it until you decided not to risk ruining everything.
Because you had something really special going on, connected on a deep level. It was like you two had your own little world, where you were comfortable and safe in each other's presence.
Your thoughts went by as you finished showering, finally putting on his clothes, heart reacing when you saw your reflection on the big mirror in his bathroom. Hair still wet falling flat on your head you quetly stepped into his room in the dim light, the screen of his laptop flashing his face with different colors as he was still searching for the right movie to watch.
Jisung saw you with the corner of his eye, so he lifted his gaze not really expecting the sight that was waiting for him.
If only you knew how excited he was while searching in his wardrobe for some of his clothes for you. It wasn't the first time, no, but it always made him feel giddy and soft.
This time though, he couldn't predict that familiar and quite scandalous sensation in his lower abdomen to appear.
Jisung hated himself in these situations. You were there, looking perfect, innocent, angelic, and he was only looking at the quite accentuated tug of your nipples through your favorite shirt of his; how your sexy curves were hidden by the oversized article of clothing leaving his immagination wilding, how his damn boxers weren't even visible on you so your legs appeared naked in front of him, his brain much more quicker than his sense of shame and imagining how would it be if you weren't wearing anything at all under there.
He was already about to explode when he picked up your cute panties and bra to wash. His favorite color, little lace details decorating them, so simple yet so tempting he had to palm himself to find some relief. But now...
"Sungie you okay?" suddenly you were beside him, kneeling on the bed and scooting closer to him, the cutted collar of the shirt hanging low due to the lazy movements you were making, exposing your collarbones. Jisung had to swallow and blink twice before processing everything that was happening.
"Oh, yeah, totally fine y/n. Come here..."
He lifted his toned arm and delicately took you closer, and without putting too much thought into it, you placed one leg over his lap, snuggling onto his chest that was heavily lifting and dropping all of a sudden.
"You look amazing with my clothes, you know that? So swag" he smiled, trying to concentrate elsewhere that wasn't the ache he felt whenever he accidentally let his fantasies about you take control of his thoughs. But how could he refrain himself when he got to see you get flustered like crazy? It was so satisfying, but frustrating at the same time because he didn't know if he would ever be able to go further with you, like he always wanted. He hated being your friend, because since day one he wanted to be a partner to you, and he lost his chance many times in the past so he also lost hope for something romantically serious between you two.
"Ji, nobody says 'swag' anymore... gosh you're so old" you rolled your eyes in fake annoyance, and he gasped, disdain showing on his face as his free hand took place on his chest, near his heart.
"I'm offended. Make it up to me now, immediately in this right moment or I'll make you regret it"
A challenging gaze was now plastered on his stupidly beautiful face, all the extra acting dissipating from him. Who were you to back up? But truth was that you absolutely couldn't say "no" to him nor fight him too much: it was just a matter of time before he would have you under his control, always, so you just didn't see a point in denying that anymore.
"What do you want?" your tone was firm, unamused as you straightened your back and faced him properly.
"You have to let me kiss your ugly face whenever I want for the rest of the night"
You squeezed your eyes shut just to open them again and see him with a serious expression.
"It's only fair" he adjusted an immaginary pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose and puckered his lips while his brows raised, gaining a light slap on his chest from you while you started laughing.
You loved this about him, how he could make you smile and feel good effortlessly.
"Alright... everything for you Jisung"
Your voice was soft now, and despite the fun atmosphere your words were very serious. Jisung didn't stop looking into your eyes, not even for a second while your lips moved and pronounced his name that way. Only you did this to him. He couldn't help but imagine how you would sound if he made you feel good, use his tongue on you, his fingers and more...
You on your part were now feeling the weight of his arm wrapped around you and his hand hanging loosely over your shoulder, his fingers brushing the skin of your neck, goosebumps raising from your back.
Jisung finally detached from your stare and returned his attention to the screen positioned in front of him. "I thought this movie would be alright. I'm not sure about it but while I was looking for other things it kept popping up so I guess it's a sign. You okay with this?"
He was always so considerate of your opinion, on everything, and that made you feel heard and validated. So sweet, so rare of someone to be so fond of what you think.
"Mhmh" you nodded, leaning your head on his chest as he pressed 'play'.
The movie wasn't that interesting, not that one of you cared though. You and Jisung were teasing and annoying each other while the dialogues and the music (lowered few minutes before) served just as a background noise. Much louder was the sound of the rain and the thunders outside, and you smiled remembering yourself few hours before, all alone walking in the rain.
But now you were in the arms of a person you adored, all cozy and comfy with your heart fluttering nonstop while he stroked your bare thighs, scratching them lightly with his colored nails. It was you that painted them, chose the nail polish, did the design... it was during one of your nights together the week prior.
You came back to reality when Jisung started leaving few pecks on your right cheek, that trailed down your jaw making his lips snap loudly, almost abnoxiously against your skin.
"What are you... doing?"
You tried to shove his head off of you but he didn't even want to consider stopping.
"I thought we had an agreement? Are you that type of person that doesn't respect agreements? Nah that's not possible, you're a good girl... am just cuddling after all, hm?" he purred with his lower voice, a hint of a sly smirk appearing on his lips, you could feel it when he brushed them over your sensitive spot again and again. You knew he was in a playful mood, it happened quite often, but you were fearing for your little whimpers to slip and accidentally be heard.
"Ji... Ji it tickles stop..."
His hands moved and he was now menacing to place them on your sides. You thought he finally ceased with his intententions, but when you let your guard down Jisung started to move his slender fingers all together and felt your muscles tighten beneath his hold. Oh, oh it was sexy.
With a bit more force he moved your leg with his, flipping you on your back so he was on top of you free to access whatever part of your body he felt like would be a vulnerable spot.
The pc was long forgotten on the edge of the bed about to fall, but the only important thing in that moment was the battle for your survival.
Laughter filled the room while you tried to kick him with your feet, to grab a pillow and throw it on his face, to plea him to give you a chance to fight back.
He was enjoying himself, a lot. Your contorted expression made his chest tighten, as well as his sweatpants even if he felt like a total pervert.
"Sungie ple-please s-top! Can't-" you didn't even have enough strenght to form a full sentence, the feeling of his touch all over you being too intense and exciting. Were you being inappropriate? Probably. But you really loved having him all over you.
"Have- have mercy!"
Jisung's hands stopped their movements and rested on your sides, with his fingers caressing your skin, the same fingers that slipped under your shirt the moment the situation became chaotic.
Your legs were caging his middle, bringing his hips closer to yours. You both weren't sure about how you ended up in such position but you weren't complaining either. His cheeks tinted with a shade of dark red at the realization of the hardest erection he's ever had brushing your groin. It was impossible you weren't feeling it, and, after a few seconds, as he expected, your eyes widened and looked directly at him with the istictive action of your teeth catching your lower lip.
"I'm... I'm sorry y/n you know sometimes it's random andăŒ" the fake excuses he wanted to give died in his throat when you moved against him. It was delicate but the faint friction of your barely clothed cunt against his bulge made his breath hitch.
"Baby please don't... I'll just get off and we'll keep watching the movie" but you moved again, this time firmer, a bit more confident; the wet spot on his boxers that you were wearing was by now too evident to hide. He too, was starting to leak from the tip, staining his grey sweatpants.
Jisung abruptdly got off of you, chest struggling to follow his breath.
"What are you doing, baby?" his voice was now trembling, eyes scanning your whole body searching for any sign of discomfort.
"Sungie... Sungie please forgive me I don't know whyăŒ"
"Do you want to keep going?" it was him that interrupted you this time. Not a word was dared to be spoken for a few seconds, only leading sound the one coming from the movie, that seemed so distant in your ears. Fear, terror went through his whole body when he realized what he actually said, all blood gone somewhere else that wasn't his brain.
"I do" you nodded, doe eyes looking up at him, that was coming back closer to you.
Jisung stared at you for what seemed like an eternity, all while slowly closing the distance between your bodies.
"Are you sure? I mean you want to... me and you?" almost whispering, he looked at you so intensely you could've fainted.
You nodded, slowly, unsure where to look since his gorgeous, handsome face was mere centimeters away.
"Can I kiss you?"
So close you didn't even register him moving and colliding his lips with yours after your whispered "yes".
Immediately what were a few pecks became open wide kisses, that let your tongues explore. Jisung lifted your shirt enough to expose your breasts, hands flying to feel them, squeeze, roll your nipples between his fingers; you gasped at his sudden decision, letting him kiss you deeply, starting to suck your tongue. It was becoming so messy and sloppy, but it wasn't enough dirty to him.
"Open your mouth, open" one hand grabbing your face, thumb parting your lips and resting on top of your tongue. You saw him purse his lips a few times, just to harshly spit in your mouth soon after.
"Swallow it angel" he said, softly, and so you did, before starting to suck on his finger eagerly, making him groan and deliver an harsher thrust up your groin. Jisung resumed the kissing, still spitting every now and then, making a mess all around your lips that he was biting from time to time.
You too were grinding on him, using his hard on to relieve the suffucating feeling in your core, roughly pressing yourself against him, making him stay attached to you by closing your fists around the fabric of his shirt. Soon he removed it, too hot and sweaty to be comfortable in such situation, the only way to keep him closer being scratching his back while trying to grab his muscles.
When he pushed you away from him down on the matress confusion took place in your face, but before you could question him Jisung was already flat on top of the covers, head between your thighs, delicately removing those useless boxers by sliding them down your legs. Seductive was the right word to describe his behaviour: seductive in the way he caressed every inch of your skin with his fingers, seductive how he discarded the piece of fabric on the floor carelessly, seductively staring at you, always, every second of it. And Jisung sighed, he felt relieved when he finally saw your cunt, so pretty and glistening for him. You almost blushed at his reaction, at his whispered curses and praises.
He was teasing you, and he was teasing himself too since all he wanted in that moment was to take you. You were wet enaugh, he could've stretched you with his cock, but he waited too long for it to be just that, just sex.
"Jisung..." your voice angelic to his ears, he closed his eyes for a moment to concentrate and engrave it in his mind forever. It wasn't like the many other times you said his name, this one was special, so special he was almost afraid to forget it.
"Say it again baby. Say my name again..."
"Jisung, Jisung, Jisung..." your faint smile with your half lidded eyes made his cheeks flush. You were truly the most beautiful thing in his life.
Your hand reached the top of his head, going lower to rest on his cheek, stroking it, just to receive a kiss on your palm.
"We're still in time if you want to stop"
"You spat in my mouth and you're practically breathing against my pussy, Sungie, I don't think I want to go back" you chuckled, making him follow you. Even in a moment like that, you two managed to laugh. And it was so special, to see his genuine smile like that, that reflected in his eyes as well.
Without further doubt, he took his nose to brush your inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses that led him to leave a testing lick on your sex, tongue flat touching everything at the same time. The hand that was back on his hair grabbed a few strands, making him hiss from the pleasurable pain. His arms locked your legs up his shoulders, dragging you closer until no space was left between you two.
"Taste so good baby, so sweet" you hear him mumble down there, starting to drag his tongue along your folds, parting them, finding your clit and kissing it gently. You started to squeeze his head, timidly grinding against his tongue but failing because of the restrained limbs.
Jisung started lapping your juices as if it was the only thing able to keep him alive, all while humping his bed desperately. It felt so good, he didn't even care if he was struggling to breathe, but it was becoming harder to move so he parted your legs further pressing them down. Jisung lifted his gaze, detaching from your cunt only to give you an order, after literally drooling over it.
"Don't move angel. Be good and stay still"
He made you so flustered, he made you chew your lower lip from embarassment, he made you cover your face, always, but in that precise moment it was as if every word of his set you on fire. And with that, he returned to his ministrations, two fingers magically appearing to play with your hole, prodding at it, teasingly making an in-and-out motion just with the very tip. A torture, he was torturing you. You already felt so close.
"Sungie please..."
Jisung smirked without ever leaving your pussy; he started to flick your clit from every direction, circling it, sucking like he would've done with a lollipop, while he started to insert his fingers properly. They went in easily, curling them aroud to find your sweet spot. He had to restrain himself from moving or he would've come, imagining how your insides would feel around his cock in a few moments.
Once found (he could understand that from the pornographic moan you let out), Jisung kept hitting on that delicious place pumping his digits without stopping even after your desperate pleading to slow down. Slow down for what? He was loving every second of it, the wet sounds echoing in the room covering the ones of the voices behind the screen of the movie still playing.
He was making you feel like you had never felt before, all of your senses conducing to him and whatever he was doing to you. You suddenly started to see stars, throwing your head back, whines and moans constricting your lungs.
"Let go baby, make a mess, cum f'me" voice muffled and low as your legs came back around his head, making him whine. Jisung loved the way you were reacting, moving and writhing everywhere, feeling so proud in the way he was pleasuring you by slurpling everything you gave him.
"Oh shit, SungieăŒ fuck Jisung!" a particular snap of his fingers, that hard suck, his moans vibrating inside of you, his eyes fixated on yours... you couldn't take it anymore, letting go of all the tension and letting your body fall even if you didn't know you were lifting yourself high up, tugging his hair impossibly tight. You clenched hard around his fingers forcing him to let them stay still pressing firmly, increasing the pleasure.
Jisung stayed there for a moment licking you clean to not waste a drop of your cum, almost sending you into overstimulation making your clit sting; he kissed it again one last time before freeing himself from your hold, quickly checking if he came too without noticing due to the heated moment. It was possible, since he was feeling as good as you.
And you still wanted more. You had one of the hardest orgasms of your entire life and you wanted him again.
"Want you inside..." you managed to blurt out, your hands trying to reach his figure.
"Yeah baby? Want me? Wait a second, I'll go grab aăŒ"
"No... no need, 's okay" you pouted at the idea of having him far away from you even for a second, not wanting to let him go. Jisung though, felt his still restrained cock spurt a little at your words, cold sweat running down his back.
"Come inside Ji, want your cum!" you added, voicing the fantasies you happened to touch yourself to before all that.
His stare, intense and penetrating was making you tear up from anticipation. It was as if you awakened something in him, pupils darkening while lowering his pants and underwear all together. When they reached down enough his dick beautifully slapped against his groin, tip red and abused by the restricting fabric.
Jisung smirked to himself and got embarassed at the same time, taking silent notes on how your jaw faintly dropped, your eyes got wider... on how you didn't stop looking at his length even when he was directly in front of you, softly stroking it near your pussy. He too, couldn't stop looking at your body, shirt still crumpled up under your chin that he carefully provided to free you from. So cute under him, vulnerable and helpless, he wanted to protect you from every bad thing in the world.
He aligned himself to your entrance teasingly even if you were still sensitive, getting on top and propping himself up to not crush you.
Jisung kissed your forehead, making you smile widely. He then kissed your nose, both your cheeks, and lastly your lips, slowly, savoring every second of that sparkling sensation only you two could make.
"Mine. You're gonna be mine" he whispered against your kiss, starting to move forward.
Just the tip was larger than his two fingers, the new stretch making you whine and search for his eyes. Brows furrowed in concentration, he noticed your request of ressurance and patted your head, combing your hair.
"You're doing amazing baby," he got a bit further, continuing to kiss your face: "I know you can take it all, you're my good girl"
He quickly bottomed out as you gasped, the trimmed hair on his pube sticking to you. You couldn't stop whining while touching him all over, tracing your hands on his chest, back, arms, not knowing where to rest them. You lastly opted for clutching them around his neck pulling him against you, still hard nipples grazing his chest making him moan.
You were his weakness, he didn't know how he could last that long. Your touch made him go crazy, it had always been that way, so he got surprised by himself. Maybe it was the thought of making you feel good for as long as possible, maybe the desire of not wanting to waste such opportunity so easily... but he was starting to surrender to pleasure. Jisung wanted you to be the star of the night, but your words, the sounds you were making for him, your walls tightening around his dick, your neediness, everything was screaming to him that in reality he wasn't a strong man, not in that sense.
He started to focus a little bit more on his pleasure, getting lost in the feeling of your velvety walls sucking him in everytime he pulled back. It didn't help that whenever he reached the limit of his length, he touched yours too, kissing your cervix gently. Jisung was making love to you in a way that made you feel wanted, appreciated, taken care of, and you could never have enough of it with that rhythm.
You both started to meet each other halfway his thrusts that were becoming progressively more fast, squelching sounds making your face become impossibly hot and his lips curve upwards. His brows were still knitted together when he silently brought one hand around your neck and the other resting on one of your tits. His thrusts got sloppier, losing their precision; you could feel your breath hitch, his hold being gentle but still tightening and releasing fast enough to let your high pitched moans out. Jisung started to snap his hips against you, his own whines and grunts accompanying yours.
You both were getting closer, desperately chasing your highs as if you never had one before.
"I'm close Ji!" you said with all the strenght you had in your body, gathering your coscience to let out that phrase.
"Gonna cum together yeah baby? Yeah? Want me to make you mine?" he asked between sharp thrusts, rolling his eyes when he could catch a glimpse of you nodding.
Few other thrusts, a feverish kiss and a mutual whispered "I love you" was enough to make your vision blank: muscles contracting for who knows how long, his cum filling you to the brim, strangled moans dying in your throat.
Jisung stayed inside of you until he was soft, not daring to move or alter in any way that sacred moment. You two shared a tender kiss before he rolled on his side, but holding you so that you could get on top of him, still connected.
The ending credits of the movie started to roll, quiet music guiding his strokes on your lower back. You slowly started to calm your panting, comfortably leaning on his pecs, listening to his steading heartbeat.
"So... are we, like, together now?"
You looked up at him without moving and sighed.
"I don't know, not sure..." your joke wasn't that effective, since you couldn't hide the shy smile forming on your lips.
"Not sure she says, while being full of my cum"
"Jisung!!" a slap was landed on his bicep in opposition to his laughter, that you too were holding in.
"I love you baby"
"I love you too, baby"
The storm outside stopped, leaving you two in a comforting silence, in which you celebrated and accepted your blosoming love.
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ౚৠPAIRINGâ jeong yunho x reader
ౚৠGENREâ angst, fluff, established relationship, fem!reader
ౚৠWARNINGSâ little bit of angst, mostly fluff, yunho is a soft boy
ౚৠWORD COUNTâ 3.6k
ౚৠSUMMARYâ it isnât no way home. itâs one way home, and that way is yunho.
ౚৠA/Nâ i just love yunho so much :( feedback is appreciated and thanks for reading, loves!!
You walk into your apartment, kicking off your shoes and placing your purse in one of the chairs at your kitchen counter. Â When you finally take a seat on your couch, sighing in relief at the feeling of finally getting to sit down after a lot of standing today at work. Â Suddenly, your phone buzzes, and you frown, grabbing it from beside you to look at it. Â âExcited for tonight!! Itâs my turn to pick a movie ;) Â âOh shoot!â you exclaim, jumping up as soon as you read the text, throwing the phone down and hurrying to get ready for a shower. Yunho canât come over seeing you like this, even though heâs your boyfriend and heâs told you before not to worry about your appearance around him. You still like to feel good about yourself, though, as much as you can. Â After grabbing a change of clothes, you head into the bathroom to hop into the shower, hoping youâll have enough time to finish before Yunho arrives, not to mention you still have to make dinner. Â Although, you might be able to convince him takeout is a good option to tonight. You find yourself lost in thought about the best way to convince him, when you hear your front door open. Â Your eyes widen as you turn the water off, rushing to dry off and change clothes. It obviously isnât the first time Yunho has let himself in, in fact he does it quite often, but youâre usually a little more prepared. Â Leaving the bathroom once you feel presentable, you walk out of your bedroom and into the living room, looking around for your boyfriend. Â Suddenly, you feel someone place their hands over your eyes, laughing. âGuess who?â
You smile once youâre over the initial jumpscare, âOh, I donât know⊠Maybe my boyfriend whoâs trying to give his girlfriend a heart attack?â  âYou barely flinched,â Yunho laughs, shaking his head as he spins you around, engulfing you in a hug, slightly lifting you off the ground.  âYunho!â you scold playfully, laughing once he puts you back on the ground. When you regain your balance, you look up at him, taking in his appearance today.  His soft, chocolate brown hair frames his face, and heâd chosen a white, short-sleeved sweater, a choker necklace with the tiniest pearls all around it, finished off with black jeans.  âYou look like youâre going to an office or something,â you comment, quirking an eyebrow. âNot a comfy movie night.â  âSorry,â he pouts, his brown eyes softening, looking very puppy-like. âI just came from a meeting straight here.â  âDonât apologize,â you smile up at him. âYou look really good, just not comfortable.â  âItâs the jeans, right?â Yunho comments as you move around him to enter the kitchen, on a secret mission for your takeout menus. âI really need to ask if I can start wearing sweatpants to the meetings.â  âHm,â you hum, digging through your menu drawer.  âIsnât that the drawer of menus?â Yunho asks, taking a seat in one of your swivel chairs at the counter, watching you.  âYeah,â you look up at him sheepishly.  âBut babyyy,â Yunhoâs shoulders slump as he whines. âYou said youâd teach me to cook something today.â  âI know, I know,â you step around the counter to him, wrapping your arms around his middle from behind, your chin resting against his shoulderblade as he leans against the counter on his elbows. âBut we can do that next time, canât we?â  He turns around to face you, the small pout still visible on his lips, âYou said that last time.â  âIâm just really tired today,â you sigh, lowering you head for a moment before meeting Yunhoâs gaze again. âWe can order your favorite.â  He pauses, thinking, âAlright, I guess. But next time?â  âThank you, thank you!â you beam up at him, throwing your arms around his shoulders in a tight, quick hug. âAnd yes, of course.â  âIâll hold you to it for real this time,â Yunho warns, making you nod quickly, overjoyed that he agreed so quickly.
When you try to remove yourself from his grip, he stops you, giving you another small pout. âNo kisses?â Â âHuh?â you question, slightly taken aback by his boldness. Â âIâve waited all day for kisses and cuddles, and I havenât gotten any yet,â Yunho responds, giving you his puppy eyes that always make you fold. Â âHm,â you pretend to think, but ultimately smile, leaning in closer to give him a soft, quick kiss, which tastes a little different this time, but a good different. âAre you wearing the peach chapstick I gave you?â Â âYeah,â he breathes, looking a little shy. âI like it.â Â âSo do I,â you grin cheekily, making him roll his eyes playfully before tickling your sides a little, making you squeal, giggling. Â âWhat do you wanna order?â Yunho asks once youâve calmed down. Â âI said weâd order your favorite,â you raise an eyebrow at him. âSo weâre ordering your favorite.â Â âWe donât actually have to, love,â he responds. âYouâve had a long day, and Iâd like to make you happy.â Â âYouâre too sweet sometimes, Yuyu,â you feel a swell of happiness in your chest at his care for you. âBut I honestly just want to eat whatever you want.â Â âHonest?â Yunho asks, making sure. Â âHonest,â you nod, sticking your pinky out, something you both do to prove to each other that youâre telling the complete truth. Â He grins, linking his pinky with yours before lifting your joined pinkies to his lips, pressing a kiss to your finger with a wink that makes you swoon. Â âIâll order, then,â he grabs his phone, getting ready to call. Â As he orders the food, you walk over to the living room, pulling out the plush, light blue blanket you usually use for movie nights. Â Yunho walks over to you once he finishes the call, laughing as he engulfs you in a hug from behind. âYuyu!â you complain as he rests some of his weight against you. âWhy are you being so cuddly today?â Â âYou say that like I donât do this every time weâre together,â Yunho scoffs, squeezing you once more before he releases you, plopping down onto the couch. Â âI just felt like mentioning it today,â you shrug, smirking as you plop down onto his lap with no warning. Â âOof!â he grunts at the impact, shooting you a playful glare as he digs his fingers into your sides, tickling you until you give in, moving away from him to lay on the couch. Â âYunhooo,â you whine after a few moments of him paying attention to the game show on the TV. He glances over at you to see your pout as you make grabby hands toward him. Â âWhatâs wrong, baby?â he asks, tilting his head to the side in question, resembling a puppy yet again.
âI want cuddles,â you respond with pleading eyes. Â âThe food will be here soon,â Yunho counters, and you know he has a point, but he looks so fluffy with his fluffy brown hair and soft gaze. You canât help wanting to have him to yourself for cuddles. Â âAfter we eat we can cuddle,â Yunho tells you, reaching for his phone to check his notifications. With a disappointed sigh, you look up at the ceiling, letting your arms drop onto your stomach. Â After a few minutes of silence, you look back over at him, perching yourself up on your elbows. âYour hair looks so soft.â Â He looks up from his phone to meet your gaze with a shy smile, âThank you.â Â âI love your natural color hair,â you continue. âIâm glad it isnât dyed right now.â Â âYeah, Iâm happy it isnât dyed, too,â Yunho nods, agreeing. Â âI wanna touch it,â you immediately resort to puppy eyes, even though you already know he told you no to cuddles right now. Â âI know,â he responds cheekily, sticking his tongue out at you. Â âRude,â you gasp. âEspecially coming from someone whoâs gonna pick Spiderman again tonight.â Â âSpiderman movies are good,â Yunho protests. Â âYou look like Peter Parker with your natural hair,â you point out, making him scoff. Â âIâm not that good looking,â he responds, shaking his head. Â You toss a throw pillow at him, âLiar!â Â He laughs, tossing it back at you just as someone knocks on the door. Yunho jumps up to go get the food as you sit up, stretching. Â âItâs here!â he exclaims once he pays the delivery person. âReady to eat?â Â After about an hour, you and Yunho finally make your way back to the couch, where you get settled to watch the movie. Â Youâre about fifteen minutes into the action when Yunho shifts, his arm moving to rest around your shoulders, coaxing you to rest yours against his chest. His other hand finds yours under the blanket, interlacing your fingers with his. Â You pull his hand into your lap, glancing up at him with a small, sleepy grin, âI love you.â Â âI love you too, sunshine,â Yunho responds, pressing a sweet kiss to the side of your head. Â âI needed this,â you admit after a few moments, biting your lip as you absentmindedly play with Yunhoâs fingers under the blanket. Â âYou did?â he asks, looking down at you with curiosity. Â âYeah,â you breathe. âI had a long day at work.â
âWhat happened?â Yunho asks, noticing your sudden shift in mood.  âI justâŠâ you trail off, your chin quivering slightly. âEveryone kept telling me I was doing everything wrong, and I tried to make them happy, but itâs never enough. Everyone always has better ideas than me and I feel useless.â  âBaby,â Yunho frowns, sitting up more to turn you to look at him. âYouâre anything but useless. And you canât please everyone. You should know that.â  âI know⊠Iâm sorry,â you suck in a wobbly breath. âI didnât mean to start crying and ruin our night.â  âYou arenât ruining anything,â Yunho responds softly. âI want you to tell me when things are going wrong. Itâs my job to be here for you, and I always will be. Alright?â  You simply nod, shifting to wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. He coos at you, one hand rubbing your back soothingly while the other cradles your head against him. âYouâre amazing, y/n,â Yunho tells you softly. âDonât let anyone get you down. Promise?â  You nod against him, too overwhelmed to say anything at the moment.  When youâve calmed down enough, you let a small smile take over your features, âYou smell nice.â  âYeah?â he whispers, laughing slightly.  âI think my new favorite scent on you is peach,â you pull away from his neck to look at him.  âIâll keep that in mind,â he smiles, his hands moving to cup your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks soothingly. âFeeling better?â  âYeah,â you nuzzle into his hands, your eyelids fluttering closed at his soft touch. When you open your eyes again, Yunho is gazing at you lovingly, a soft smile on his face. âWhat is it?â you whisper, feeling a little shy under his intense gaze.  âI was just thinking about how much I love you,â Yunho responds, making your face heat up.  âI love you too, Yuyu,â you tell him when you control the butterflies in your stomach somewhat. Yunho smiles, leaning forward to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss, which you melt right into. He has that effect on you.  âI missed you this past week,â you tell him once youâre both settled back in, eyes on the TV screen again.  âSo did I,â Yunho responds softly, his thumb brushing against your knee under the blanket, making you shiver slightly before you snuggle further into his cozy sweater, letting your gaze fix back on the TV.  Itâs about fifteen minutes later when you start to grow a little bored of watching the movie, taking a quick glance up at Yunho, who still seems fully invested, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration.  Sneakily, you carefully slip your cold fingers beneath his sweater, giggling when he jumps, his eyes darting to you in shock.  âY/nnnn,â he whines, wriggling a little at the chill your hands have caused. âI was warm!â  âExactly,â you grin cheekily. âAnd my hands are cold.â
Yunho shakes his head at you, trying to relax again and ignore your cold fingers. You watch him look back at the TV, and you sigh happily, sliding your hands up a little further against his toned stomach. Â Yunho tenses for a moment and you hold back a giggle, knowing heâs struggling to stay put and not shove you off. Â Feeling even more mischievous, you wiggle your fingers slightly, laughing when he immediately jolts with a small yelp. Â âSorry,â you mumble, though the smirk on your face that Yunho canât see proves youâre not really sorry. Â âYou know Iâm ticklish,â Yunho huffs, his muscles still tensed underneath your hands. Â âI know, I know,â you respond, flattening your hands again, showing him you wonât tickle him again. âIt wonât happen again, baby.â Â âIt better not,â Yunho warns, but slowly starts to relax again. Â With a content sigh, you let your eyelids flutter closed, resting your cheek against Yunhoâs chest, where you can hear his steady heartbeat. Soon, you find yourself growing sleepy, and you only feel more sleepy when Yunhoâs fingers move to your head, softly massaging your scalp. Â You find yourself being pulled deeper into the soft lull of sleep as Yunhoâs heartbeat thumps rhythmically beneath you. Â âSweetheart,â you hear Yunhoâs gentle, deep voice coaxing you awake. Â âHm,â you hum, snuggling further into him with a small sigh. Â âItâs getting late,â he responds, much to your dismay. Â âI donât want you to leave,â you shift, your chin resting against his chest now, looking up at him with sad doe eyes. Â âI donât want to leave either,â Yunho replies, his fingers in your hair slipping down to cup the side of your head in his palm. You lean into his touch, nuzzling his hand. âBut I have to, unfortunately.â Â You huff, knowing youâre being difficult, but youâre sad you havenât gotten to hang out with him much lately, and then you fell asleep for who knows how long. Â âBut I was asleep, and you didnât wake me!â you protest, pouting up at him. Â âYou were so cute, though,â Yunho responds, sticking his lower lip out at you in a small pout. âI couldnât wake you up.â Â âYou couldâve,â you mumble, slipping your hands out from under Yunhoâs sweater, to which he sighs in content at the loss of contact with your freezing cold hands, although they had gotten a little warmer. Â âHow long was I asleep anyway?â you ask, yawning, as you move your hands to play with the little pearls on Yunhoâs necklace. Â âAbout an hour and a half,â he replies, bracing for your exclamation of shock. Â âYuyu!â you whine, tugging on his necklace a little. âWe could have spent more time together if youâd woken me up!â Â âYou seemed like you needed the rest,â he responds softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. You sigh, knowing you canât be mad at him when heâs being this sweet. Â âAnd I know how hard youâve been working, so I figured Iâd let you sleep for at least a little bit,â he continues quietly, the softness in his gaze almost too much to handle. Â âYunho,â you sigh, shaking your head slightly. Â âWhat?â he asks, worry suddenly flooding his features.
âYouâre too sweet sometimes, you know that?â you finish, a cheeky smile growing on your face. Â âYou canât do that!â Yunho pouts. âYou scared me!â Â âAw, Iâm sorry,â you giggle slightly. âIt was the perfect opportunity.â Â âTo make me think you were breaking up with me?â Yunho asks, his gaze sad, with a small frown. Â âWhat?â you exclaim, incredulous. âIâd never break up with you, Yunho. You know that.â Â âOkayy,â he responds, the sad look still in his eyes. Â With a playful eye roll, you lean forward, your lips meeting his in what was supposed to be a chaste kiss. Yunho has other plans, however, and moves his hand to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as you melt into him for the thousandth time this evening. Â âI should go,â he mumbles against your lips as you sigh, disappointed. Â âI know,â you pout, laying your head down once again, trying to delay the inevitable. Â âI canât get up unless you let me,â Yunho chuckles down at you, watching you with a fond gaze. Â âSo, if I donât, youâll stay forever?â you ask, looking up at him suddenly. Â âDo you want me to?â he asks softly, and you blink up at him, your gaze flickering between his eyes, searching for his meaning. Â âOf course,â you respond quietly. âYou know Iâd love nothing more.â Â âSo, if I asked you to spend forever with me, youâd say yes?â Yunho asks, his voice soft and full of love. Â âAre you?â you ask, furrowing your eyebrows a little. Â âAm I what?â he responds, a small laugh escaping him. Â âAre you asking me to spend forever with you?â you repeat, though youâre pretty certain he already knew what you were asking. Â âIf I was?â Yunho responds, voice almost a whisper. Â âIâd say yes in a heartbeat,â you reply with no hesitation.
âWell,â Yunho laughs a little, shifting to sit up, forcing you to as well. âThatâs good news.â Youâre beyond confused now as he moves to stand, and your heart drops when you realize he must be getting ready to leave for the night.  âYeah, itâs great news. What was the poin-â you start, but cut yourself off when you see Yunho pulling something out of his pocket. âYunho?â you question, heartbeat speeding up as he moves to one knee, holding a velvet box in his hands.  âY/n,â Yunho starts, looking up at you, his brown eyes sparkling in the dim lighting. âIâve never been happier with anyone then I am with you. Itâs torture having to be away from you for any amount of time, especially when Iâm on tour for weeks on end. I mean it with my whole heart when I say youâre the only one Iâll ever want. So, even though I know this isnât the ideal place to ask this, and this isnât exactly how I wanted to ask you⊠I canât wait any longer. Will you spend forever with me and be my wife?â He opens the velvet box in his hand, revealing a beautiful diamond ring.  âYunho,â you breathe, desperately trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall. âYes, yes, yes!â you laugh, smiling as you throw your arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly.  He stands slowly, still holding you, as you loosen your grip, letting him slip the ring on your finger. It fits perfectly. Holding it up in the light, you admire the way it sparkles, matching the glint in Yunhoâs eyes as he watches you.  âI love you,â he whispers as he reaches over to gently brush the stubborn tears off your cheeks.  âI love you too, Yunho,â you reply, grinning, as you wrap your arms around his neck again. âSo much.â He returns your smile before placing a tender kiss against your lips, one you immediately return.  âHow long have you had this?â you ask, gesturing toward the ring as you pull back.  âA few weeks,â he responds, laughing slightly. âI was waiting for the perfect time, but I couldnât hold it in any longer.â  âIâm glad you didnât,â you reply, still smiling, realizing you havenât been able to stop smiling since Yunho proposed.  âAgain, Iâm sorry itâs in your living room with the credits to Spiderman playing in the background,â Yunho pouts, glancing at the TV.  You giggle, âSomehow, I think itâs perfect.â  âAre you sure?â he asks, suddenly looking worried.  âYunho,â you cup his face in your hands. âThe only thing I care about is getting to marry you. The time or place you asked me isnât important at all.â  âReally?â he asks, sighing in relief.  âObviously,â you respond. âSometimes youâre such a dork, you know that?â  âHey, you just called your fiancĂ© a dork,â Yunho quirks an eyebrow, and you throw your head back, laughing.  âIâm sorry, fiancĂ©,â you reply with a wink, watching as he playfully rolls his eyes at you.  âSeonghwa is gonna kill me when he realizes I asked you in such an unromantic setting,â Yunho sighs, shaking his head.  âWe both know Hwa is a little too much of a romantic sometimes,â you laugh. âBesides, what could be more romantic than Spiderman?â  âExactly!â Yunho lights up and you giggle at his silliness.  âYou know, everyday I realize more and more why your Aniteez is a puppy,â you speak up, mostly to yourself, as you watch Yunho excitedly text the Ateez group chat.
When he sends the text, he throws his phone down, moving to scoop you up in his arms, grinning when you let out a small yelp from the unexpected action. Â âWanna watch one more movie before I leave?â he asks, and this time itâs your turn to light up even more than you already were. Â âWhen would I ever say no to that?â you ask, letting him pull you over to the couch with him. Â âThe next Spiderman movie?â Yunho suggests, looking up at you from his position already seated on the couch as you stand in front of him. Â âWhy not?â you respond, laughing, as Yunho tugs you down with him, cheering at your willingness. Â âWe should have a Spiderman themed wedding,â Yunho wonders aloud as the movie starts playing. Â âAbsolutely not,â you respond, pinching his sides a little in warning. Â He laughs, grabbing your hands to stop you, âAlright, alright.â Â A few minutes pass in silence, but you should have known it wouldnât last long with the excited man beside you. Â âAt least the cake?â Â âYunho!â
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muddy problems
trafalgar law x gf!reader
warnings: fluffy law
sfw, wc: 1k, lowercase intended !
helping your tired law through shower time
law walks through the halls of the polar tang tirelessly. he didnât expect the most recent encounter with another pirate ship to be such a headache to handle. the captain of the opposing crew was was a devil fruit user: the user of the mud-mud fruit.
needless to say, it was hard for anyone to contain their laughter when law walked passed looking like he just got out of a mud bath. he wouldnât usually be this forgiving, but he was simply too tired to deal with them. he kicked off his shoes before entering his room.
he saw you laying in his bed reading a book without a care in the world. his gaze softened slightly while drawing a loud breath to release some tension. you looked up at the raven-haired man.
you stared. he stared back.
you hold a hand over your mouth to suppress a laugh. it took every fiber in your body to restrain yourself from rolling on the floor in laughter.
you cleared your throat to greet him, âwho knew the tough trafalgar law would fall victim to a mud bath in the middle of a fight?â
law doesnt reply to your statement. instead he focuses on discarding ed his current wear to avoid getting the place more dirty. he had bigger problems to worry about than some rhetoric questions. he needed to get clean fast. the mud on him started to make him feel suffocated.
he looks for a clean pair of clothes to wear for post shower. you close your book and put it on the bedside table so you can follow him. still fighting back laughs you continue to ask, âhow many shampoo rinses do you think it takes for that mess to get out your hair?â
law sighs in his tired state and mumbles, âhopefully no more than 3â
you cant help but let a laugh escape, âjust 3?? donât you think youâre being s bit too generous captain? i was thinking at least 5!â
he groans quietly. it was clear the doctor was more exhausted than he would like to admit. you felt bad for your poor lover. as much as you would like to pick on him and his unusual circumstances you knew that wasnât what law needed right now. he needed your support.
you ran to the bathroom to get his shower started for him. you made sure the temperature was just how he liked it. he followed momentarily; throwing his clean clothes on the shelf of the bathroom as a yawn escapes his lips.
he continues to discard the remainder of his mud soaked clothes while carefully placing them in a bag. he checked the temperature before getting in. another sigh escaping his lips. you smiled contently watching the way the water rolls off his skin, his muscles stretching with every moment, and how his lips part perfectly.
his rinses his hair with shampoo over and over. each wash just made him feel like the mud would never get out. after a few more moments he gives up. he decided to sit for a moment and let the water hit his strained body as he rubs his tired eyes.
you sympathize with you poor boyfriend. you turn the water off and rub his tense shoulders, âmaybe i should help you baby? you see like youâve had a long dayâ
law, being too prideful to accept your help, shook his head and responded lowly, âi just need a second..â
you hum, âyou take a second and ill work on getting this mud out your hair.â you lathered the soup onto your palms and massaged it into the raven colored hair. you were on your knees to match his height as he sat. you massaged his scalp in order to clean every strand.
lawâs senses of alertness slowly slipped away. he closed his eyes, and tried his best to keep his head up straight. after swaying from side to side you decided its best to rest his head on your chest as you worked through his hair. he created a soapy mess on your shirt. the man was too engulf in his own drowsiness to notice. you hum a sweet tune into his ear and watched as most his tense muscles relaxed with your touch.
he would never let anyone close like he has with you. sometimes he feels stupid to let his barriers come down for you, and feeling too afraid that something bad will happen to you as well. as much as law protests against himself he still finds himself sharing cherished intimate moments with you.
you guide the heavy-lidded man through the rest of his shower while reciting words of encouragement. getting your shirt wet in the process was a small price to pay to help your lover. once the shower concluded you turn it off and hand him his towel.
the tattooed man dries himself with it slowly. he slightly furrows his brows and points to your shirt, âwhy are you all wet?â completely oblivious to the consequences of his actions. you shook your head and giggled, âno specific reason babyâ
he gave you an apologetic look after realizing he was the reason for your current soaked state. you quickly disregarded with lines of âitâs okayâs and âdonât worryâs. you gave him his clothes once heâs ready.
he grabs your arms and holds them up to pull your drenched shirt off. he wore his clean shirt on you, âi dont want you to get sick y/n, especially if its because of me.â you were going to protest against, but after seeing the look of anxiousness taking ahold of him you decided its best to accept his acts of kindness.
he always does everything in his power to make sure you are well; afraid to live in a world where he has to grieve you along with other which were once present in his life. it shows very much during moments like these. you place a few kisses on his lips feeling luckier than a lottery winner. you helped your tired boy navigate through the rest of his routine before he fell into bed. he lifted the cover up to make sure you followed in his steps. the mud-soaked version of himself from earlier that day became a part of the past. he enjoyed what he had at that very moment, and that was your beautiful self with a smile that lights your face. it was truly able to cure any disease of his heart. that night law had no trouble falling into an imaginative dream where you two lived together without a care in the world
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Summary: You were friends first, only ever friends; until a night of drinking led to something more. After that one night, you decided to not speak on it and remain only as close friends; an outcome you both could respect as captain and crewmate. A small fluttered heartbeat complicates such an arrangement.Â
Warnings: suggestive content but sfw, law x afab!reader, kisses, drinking, assumed unrequited love, drunkenness, pregnancy mentioned, unexpected pregnancy, feelings, emotions, angst, swearing, fluff.Â
Notes: This was a little gift for motherâs day. I thought it might be fun to explore the concept of Law telling his friend theyâre pregnant, but conflicted because he was the one to make them this way. Please read the warnings.
Tag List: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @mfreedomstuff @writingmysanity @carrotsunshine @gingernut1314 @daydreamer-in-training @indydonuts @i-am-vita @since-im-already-here
Penguinâs birthday was an event aboard the Polar Tang that was anticipated greatly by the crew. Streamers, balloons, cake and music were flowing as heavy as the waves crashing against the hull. Not a care in the world, you all showered the dark-haired, hat-wearing man with affection and praise for his life lapping one more loop around the sun.Â
And then Shachi decided to bring out the kirschwasser. The double-distilled, cherry flavored liquor that nightmares were truly made of for Captain Trafalgar D Water-Law. It was not because of the scent, nor the taste, but it was the fact that it rendered him the most defenseless and vulnerable to spilling his emotions that he was sure he had repressed.Â
When Law drank kirschwasser, he remembered his mother, his father, and his sister: memories he thought he had long since forgotten came oozing up his throat, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth and a subtle glisten in his eyes. He scrunched his eyes tightly shut, gripping the glass firmly in his hand, and grinding his teeth in a tight clamp.Â
When you took another shot of kirschwasser with Ikkaku, you placed down the glass with a smile on your face and a laugh on your tongue. Looking over towards your captain, you cocked your head to the side as you studied his body language. Drawing your eyes over his tense body, you excuse yourself from the rest of the crew to assess the damage he was attempting to suppress.Â
Approaching him, you gently place your hand on his forearm and soften your tone to a low and soothing tone. It was one simple question, one soft and pointed ask, that had him softly fold his hand within yours and thump his forehead on your shoulder.Â
âLaw, are you okay?â was the only question that fell from your lips that had him curl himself against you in a soft embrace. His cup hung limply behind your back as he locked his wrists after releasing your hand. He buried himself further into your embrace, sighing deeply into your neck as you widened your eyes and drew your hands around his neck.
As friends, you and Law had shared the odd embrace from time to time in your weekly catch-ups. Bepo was usually the one that the crew sought out for more warm hugs; that mink-bear was the best for encumbering holds. This felt more intimate than any moment you had ever shared, the smooth kirschwasser releasing you of your inhibitions and giving into sharing this soft moment.
As the night dwelled on, Law never left your side. His hands were always on some part of you, ensuring you did not get too far from his reach to pull you in closer as the night went on. Once the party had reached its peak and began to dwindle into the evening, Law pulled you into the hallway adjacent to the door and pinned you to the wall.Â
Lips sought out your flesh, whispers of promises and confessed desires being branded into your neck, cheeks, jaw, shoulders and chest with feverish kisses. âI need you,â he whispered, âI want you,â his hands caressed your hips and began to find the zipper of your boiler suit.Â
âWe said we wouldnât,â you smiled, your own resolve being chipped away at the aid of the kirschwasser and Lawâs lips trailing against your skin, âWeâre friends, Captain.â He groaned against your skin, enjoying the way your hands traveled to his hair and massaged the nape of his neck.Â
âFriends,â he mocked his confirmation with a soft growl in his tone, âBut I need more.â He nipped and bit at your neck, prompting a small whimper to flee from your lips as you elevated your head to give him more access. You closed your eyes, biting your lip as Lawâs body continued to ravish yours. You groaned in frustration at your prior agreement, shaking your head as you pulled his lips and teeth away from you.Â
âNot in the hallway,â you warned him, having a moment of clarity. Your eyes darted between his, glancing down at his lips and back up. Lawâs eyes darkened as he elevated his hand with his thumb, index and middle finger raised.
âRoom,â he whispered, leaning in closer to you, and hovering his lips over yours. As he twisted his wrist, he murmured before his breath tickled at your parted mouth, âShambles.â
A night of passion, littering each other with marks of claim over one another, had you both sharing the captainâs quarters for the night wrapped in each otherâs arms. Blankets over your waists, gazing up at each other before you fell asleep, you felt a pitter in your heart as his amber eyes stared almost lovingly down at you. This intimate moment had you captivated, feeling his emotions and heart tangibly beat with yours.
In the morning, your heads panged with the residue of the cherry liquor. Groans of regret at drinking the quantity of kirschwasser along with other mixed drinks had the night before a distant, blissful, and foggy memory. Looking down at your bare flesh and over to your captainâs, you snapped up in shock. He cradled his head with a soft sigh, only now realizing that you were in the bed beside him as he twitched back in his own shock. Both of your eyes widened, looking between your bodies and snapping your eyes up to meet with one anotherâs surprised eyes.Â
Rambunctious, lazy laughter fell easily from your lips, both clapping each otherâs hands against each otherâs shoulders and arms in friendly touches. You tugged the bedsheets away from your body and began collecting your uniform from the floor, shaking your head with a smile spread up to your cheeks.
âIâll go get started on clean up from Penguinâs party, captain,â you suggested, pinching your brow and cradling your swirling and soupy mind, âMight stop off in your office and grab some ibuprofen and electrolytes if youâll let me rustle through your desk?â He growled and pinched his own brow, his eyes tightly clenched shut and feeling the dizzy fog eclipse his senses.Â
âRustle away,â he whispered your name in a soft voice. As you hoisted your uniform over your hips, slotting your arms into the sleeves, he reached out for you with his hand, asking the question you had both avoided since opening your eyes, âDid you-...?â he squinted his tired eyes up at you, âShould we-...?â he choked out, shifting his blankets away from his lap and rising to his feet, âDo we need to talk about this?âÂ
You shook your head, reaching down and zipping up your boiler suit before rubbing your face. Smoothing your skin beneath your palms and nursing your forehead, you blow out an exasperated breath and turn back to him.Â
âLetâs just not mention it, okay?â you smiled at him with a soft, tight-lipped smile, âWas a moment of weakness on both our parts.â Law nodded, trailing his eyes over you to assess your posture and stance as you added, âWeâre friends, Law. I donât think revisiting last night would be in either of our best interests.âÂ
Law nodded his head in response, waiting until you left his room with a soft 'click' for him to sink back onto his bed and experience the full brunt of the wind being shot out of his sails. He cradled his forehead in his hands, the inked digits raking through his hair as he dwelled on your words. âWeâre friends, Law,â shattered his heart into shards, his hope that you might reciprocate his affections for you being ruined with those three simple words.Â
As days turned into weeks, you and Law continued on as you had always been: captain and crewmen, leader and subordinate, friend and friend. You would catch up afterhours, enjoy reading with one another and discussing ailments and woes with rapport with the crew. After Penguinâs birthday party, comradery was at an all-time high, and everybody noticed as much.Â
Over the next few days, Trafalgar Law took the opportunity to do as he always does as the current wielder of the âOpe-Ope no miâ. He takes the small luxury of concentrating on the heartbeats of his crewmen to wordlessly check in with any irregularities with their bodies and breathing, enjoying knowing that his crew is all safe and accounted for. The crew was aware he did this, and it was something each of you appreciated greatly to avoid a formal physical examination every few weeks. As he floated his attention over to you, focussing on your body as you spoke with Bepo about approaching land, his breath was caught in his lungs.
Heartbeats.
Plural.Â
He rose to his feet, his eyes wide and in shock as his lips fell open. Fear overcame him, looking down to your belly and back up to your chest. Teeth chattering, he wordlessly excused himself to the hallway and began counting with his fingers while clawing at his hair.Â
âPenguins birthday,â he whispered to himself, looking down at his fingers, âThree days to travel internally up to-...â he shook his head, his hands beginning to shake, â...Itâs been seven weeks since-...â he joined his other hand in his hair, raking his fingers over his raven locks.Â
â...Fuck.â
After speaking with Bepo, you turn to walk towards the mess hall and begin getting yourself something to eat for lunch. You had been abnormally famished, feeling drawn to spices and sweets over salt and savories lately. Eyeing off a dark chocolate ganache tart with chili-flakes, your mouth began salivating at the thought. As you reached for it, you felt a hand on your shoulder and a whisper in your ear.
âMy office,â Law ordered quietly, âNow.â You snapped your head over to him before looking back to the tart longingly. He groaned, relenting with a roll of his eyes, âBring the tart.â You beam him a wolfy grin full of teeth and joy, a smile Law has begun to yearn for each time you joined him in his office as friends. You claim the tart in your hands and, with a pep in your step, you trot along behind him to his office.Â
For the short walk from the mess hall to his office, he was formulating a long speech to not only ask you if you know, but alert you if you donât; to inform you carefully of your pregnancy, while not seeming to be overager at the prospect of you both rearing a child. He came to terms with it from the moment he sensed that small flutter. He wanted this child, wanted to parent them with you, and wanted to show it all of the love his parents, sister, and Rosinante had shown to him.Â
Looking up from nibbling and enjoying the chocolate tart, you notice the tension in Lawâs shoulders and additional pressure in the thud in his boots. You furrow your brows in a deep frown, unsure of what was going through his mind. Both agreeing to leave the prior experience at the door seven or so weeks ago was a mutually beneficial decision you both made. The way you rationalized it, you canât give in to the emotions and feelings you had for your captain if you forbade yourself from sharing them with him.Â
The truth of it was this: you loved him. Plain, simple, and as true as the fact the sun rose every day to illuminate the world in its glory. You started as friends, shared a drunken night together that opened a door to your heart - a door that you slammed shut as soon as it was revealed. To fall in love at sea, especially loving your captain as a subordinate, was a luxury you had both barred one another from feeling. You were friends, and you were okay with that.Â
Ushering you into his office, you sat in your regular chair beside his circular table. You licked at your lips, the crumbling shell of the tart leaving a soft crust of sweetness on your mouth. Law had a whole speech finally planned out: his lips curling to attempt to relay them.
âI am so desperately in love with you. You are my closest friend, my best friend, someone I could spend the rest of my life with. I know you donât feel the same, but considering my child is growing in your belly, I would hope that you could warm to seeing me in such a way. I want them, I want you. I love you, please learn to love me too: if not as a partner, then as a co-parent to our child.â
But instead of pouring his heart out to you, he sat at his desk and stared unblinkingly at your stomach, uttering a simple phrase with a quiet whisper of your name.
âYouâre pregnant.âÂ
Blinking slowly, you place the half-eaten tart on the circular table in front of you, the base crumbling onto the clean countertop. You return your hands to your lap with a soft shake in your fingers. Reaching up to your abdomen, you press down on the pit of your stomach with a soft pressure.Â
The Heart-Pirates had all received extensive medical degrees in specialist areas: Law being the 'surgeon of death', Shachi being an expert in fishmen biology, Penguin being an anesthetist, Bepo being proficient in naturopathic remedies, Ikkaku being the best for combat quick fixes on the battlefield, and so on. Your speciality in nursing had you explore anatomy within the midwifery sub category, your fingers settling above your uterus and using your thumb, index and middle finger assess the size of your abdominal growth.Â
You looked down to your fingers, feeling the lump beneath your digging hand feel as large as a lemon in your abdomen. Using your unoccupied hand, you draw it up to your breasts and give one a gentle squeeze to test the ache in their swell. You snap your eyes up to meet with your captains, his eyes never leaving yours.Â
âI am,â you whisper in shock, with a quiver in your lips and your eyes pooling in fear at the unknown. You could not get a read on him, glancing between his eyes and clenching your chattering teeth tightly shut to halt their nervous twitching. Your heartbeat tremors, your eyes beginning to swim in glassy pools as you anticipated his wrath.Â
Instead of wrath, Law calmly walked over to you and sat on the couch beside you. With an unsure and soft hand, he drew your body into him and cradled you against his chest. He wanted to feel you safely in his arms, his heart crying and pleading with him to confess those unspoken words to you more fervently. You circled your hands beneath his arms and buried your face in his chest, your body caged within the clutches of anxiety at the prospect of shepherding life. Law held you like this, stroking your back with his tattooed fingers and holding you firmly against himself.Â
âIâm not mad,â Law whispered, soothing your hair in his hand. Your breath hitched, your heart jumping into your throat and forming a solid lump.Â
âYouâre not mad?â you whisper your question against his chest, looking up into his amber eyes with shock, âBut what if I am?â The small twitch in his wide eyes looked down at you in shock.
âAre you?â Lawâs eyes widened with his question fleeing his lips as soon as you offered yours. His teeth clenched shut, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallowed in anticipation. You looked away, sifting through your eyes for regrets of the night you shared seven weeks prior.Â
âI donât think I am, no,â you admit with a soft nod of your head. You untangle yourself from his arms, sitting upright and lacing your hands in front of you with a frown on your features.Â
âTalk to me,â Law ordered you softly, âTell me whatâs going on in there.â He whispered your name, humming over the syllables in his soft cadence saved for quiet moments together. You inhale deeply, exhaling with your eyes scrunched shut before reopening them again.
âI suppose I need to leave, captain,â you utter with soft sorrow in your tone, thinking about all the options youâve explore internally and processing them orally, âGive up my life at sea, make a home for myself in some coastal town, offer my services as a medical practitioner to bring in regular clients, raise the child of a pirate alone-.âÂ
â-No.âÂ
Lawâs bark shocked you, prompting you to snap your eyes up to meet his frown. His left hand shot down to yours in your lap, his right hand placed on the pit of your stomach and holding over the small, barely noticeable elevation. You fluttered your eyes between his, the seriousness in his expression beginning to cause you to run away with your thoughts.Â
âI will not let either of you out of my sight,â Law whispered softly, raising his right hand away from your hands and cupping your cheek, âI want you here,â he ushered you closer by your chin towards his lips, âI want you home with me.âÂ
âWhat are you saying?â you ask him, allowing him to lead your lips towards his. Your eyes dart down to them before floating up to look at him through half-hooded lashes. His soft smile twitched up at the corners.Â
âYou said we shouldnât mention it,â he teased you, mostly to make light of the situation you found yourselves within, âBut Iâm going to say now what I wouldâve said then.â He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, tender and loving kiss. He felt the shock in your whimper, the soft whisper of a sob in your voice, and smiled further into the kiss the moment you wrapped your arms around his neck.
Rubbing soothing circles into your cheek, he caressed your stomach as he raked his hand over your abdomen towards your hip. You clutched at his raven locks, finally allowing yourself to smile into the kiss and lean into his touch. His tongue darted out to dampen your bottom lip, softly coaxing you to open yourself up to him further. Before taking the kiss any further than just a simple expression, he broke away and pressed his forehead against your own.
âWhile I will always be your friend first,â he whispered, drawing his hand down to your chin and rubbing at your bottom lip with his thumb softly, âI want so much more from you,â he smiled at you, releasing your lip from his thumb and pinching at your chin, âI need you to know that I love you, and I want to do this right.âÂ
Overwhelmed with emotions, you slowly nod your head in his grip. Your wordless confirmation is all he needed to capture your lips in his once more and travel his hands to the front of your boiler suit. You gasp into his mouth, his smile morphing up more into his cheeks as he whispers.Â
âEasy now, Iâm not being funny,â he murmurs into the kiss, âJust need to feel for myself, alright?â His fingers reach below your boiler suit, hovering over your stomach as his lips break away from yours. He slowly, tentatively, presses down onto your abdomen and seeks out the firming ball of flesh against your cervix. He gasps, his eyes beginning to brim with emotion as you beam up at him with pride.Â
âI feel them,â he whispers, looking down at your stomach, pushing a little firmly against you, âPerfect size for seven weeks gestation.â He hovers his fingers over your abdomen and activates his devil fruit to measure their fluttering beat and concentrating with his brows furrowed. After a few minutes pass, he looks back up to you, âOne-thirty beats.â
âThat's good,â you smile, pressing your hand against his knuckles, âStrong already for such a little lemon.â He cracks his face into a wide grin, his teeth showing and his eyes crinkling at the corners. This image was one you never thought you would see over his features, the purity of his joy fully on his face.Â
Questions left unthought of and unanswered regarding the health of your child were flung from your mind. Would there be complications with this child being a half devil-fruit user, would Lawâs hereditary blood disease pass from him to them, would you still be able to resist haki while balancing your own body and a foreign within you? So many questions that fled your mind the moment Lawâs joy sprung to his face.Â
You could be lost within his amber eyes forever, both of you feeling excited about exploring this new life growing and developing within you. Sooner or later, you would have to inform the crew of not only your new relationship, but ushering a new âTrafalgar Dâ into the era of piracy. For now, you lingered a little longer on Lawâs couch, the chili-chocolate tart discarded for something sweeter found against the lips of your lover.Â
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Reader having girlnight with her friends and coming home drunk. So Lewis takes care of her, pampering her and bring her to bed. Please make it fluff
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A Loving Night In
The night air was cool as Yn stepped out of the taxi, her heels clinking on the pavement as she staggered slightly, giggling. Her friends had insisted on making it a late night out, a girls' night filled with laughter, cocktails, and stories from the week. She had thoroughly enjoyed it, but now, as the alcohol buzzed through her veins, she realized how late it had gotten.
She fumbled for her keys, and after a few seconds of fumbling, finally managed to open the door. As she stepped inside, the warmth of the house hit her, and she sighed in relief. But just as she was about to close the door behind her, she heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway.
"Y/N?" a deep, calm voice called out from the darkened living room.
Her heart skipped a beat. Lewis.
"Baby?" she slurred, trying to focus her vision on his tall figure that was slowly stepping toward her, his expression a mixture of concern and fondness.
"Hey, you're home late," he said, his eyes scanning her for any signs of trouble. "Are you okay?"
She nodded vigorously, though her balance wasn't as steady. "Iâm fine! Just... having fun with the girls!" She smiled, her words a little too loud for the quiet house. "You miss me?"
He chuckled softly, his eyes softening with affection. "Always." He stepped closer, taking her by the arms gently to steady her when she swayed.
"How much have you had to drink, hm?" he asked, his voice low and soothing, as he led her into the living room.
"Maybe a little too much..." she giggled, giving him a lopsided grin. "But they made me, Lew! You know how they are!"
He smiled softly, brushing her hair from her face. âI know,â he said, but his tone was gentle, his fingers touching her forehead, noting how warm she was. "Come on, let's get you settled, yeah?"
She sighed dramatically, leaning against him for support. "Iâm so tired, Lew... youâre so nice... always taking care of me." She blinked up at him, smiling dazedly.
He laughed, his hands going to her shoulders. âThatâs what Iâm here for, love,â he murmured. âCome on, letâs get you cleaned up and into bed.â
Ynâs feet dragged as Lewis gently guided her toward the bathroom. She leaned her head against his arm, feeling the world spin just a little. âI can walk,â she insisted, though it was clear she could hardly stand straight.
âIâm not in a rush, baby,â he said softly, supporting her with his arm around her waist. âJust let me take care of you tonight.â
She nodded and followed him to the bathroom, leaning on him for support as he helped her sit on the edge of the tub. Lewis knelt in front of her, his hands tender as he carefully untangled the knots in her hair. âAlright, letâs get you out of this dress, yeah?â
Yn lifted her arms up, grinning like a child. âAre you gonna undress me, Lew?â
His face softened with love as he pulled the dress over her head, making sure she was comfortable. âIâm just helping you, love. Youâve had a long night.â
She giggled and gave him a playful shove. âYouâre so sweet.â
He chuckled softly and helped her stand up, then helped her into the shower. The water ran hot as he adjusted the temperature, making sure it wasnât too hot for her. âAlright, letâs get you clean, love,â he said, reaching for the body wash and lathering it between his hands.
Yn closed her eyes, letting the warm water hit her face, the scent of lavender filling the air. She leaned back against the tiles, letting out a soft sigh of relief. âMmm⊠feels so good.â
Lewis took his time, being careful as he rubbed the body wash over her skin, his touch gentle and slow. âYou always smell so good,â he murmured, rinsing the soap from her body.
"You're the best boyfriend in the world," she slurred, her eyes fluttering open just enough to meet his gaze.
âOnly the best for you, babe,â he said, his lips curling into a soft smile. âI love you.â
âI love you tooâŠâ she mumbled, leaning her head back against the wall.
Once he was sure she was rinsed off and ready, he gently guided her out of the shower, wrapping her in a fluffy towel and helping her dry off. âOkay, time for bed now,â he said softly, drying her hair as she hummed in contentment.
âWill you sleep with me tonight?â she asked, a little too innocently.
âOf course I will,â Lewis chuckled, taking her hand as he led her to the bedroom.
He helped her into a soft oversized T-shirt of his that she loved to wear when she was at home. âThere you go,â he said, smoothing out the fabric. âComfy?â
âMhm,â she nodded, her head already drooping as she climbed under the covers.
Lewis smiled as he tucked her in, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. âStay with me tonight, baby,â she whispered, her voice soft and drowsy.
âAlways,â he replied, sitting down next to her on the bed. He reached over to the nightstand, pulling a glass of water and a plate with a small sandwich. âHere, you need to eat something, and drink some water.â
Yn blinked at the food for a moment before letting out a little giggle. âYouâre really taking care of me, arenât you?â
âAlways,â Lewis repeated, his eyes warm as he handed her the sandwich. âYou need to stay hydrated, babe. Iâll be right here if you need anything.â
She took a small bite of the sandwich, chewing slowly. âYouâre the best,â she mumbled, her eyes fluttering shut as she finished the water he gave her.
He tucked the blanket around her more snugly and leaned down to kiss her forehead. âI know, I know.â He smiled, brushing his thumb along her cheek. âBut youâre the best, Y/N. Iâll always be here for you.â
âMmmâŠâ she hummed softly, curling into him as she reached out to pull him closer. âYouâre my favorite person in the whole world, Lew.â
âIâm your favorite, huh?â he asked with a teasing smile, though his heart was swelling with love for her.
âAlways,â she whispered, her voice trailing off as she drifted into a peaceful, alcohol-induced sleep.
Lewis watched her for a moment, his heart full of love and contentment. He could never get enough of taking care of her, of being the one she could count on when she needed someone. She was everything to him, and nothing in the world could change that.
With a smile on his face, Lewis carefully crawled into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. She sighed happily as she nestled against him, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.
As the world outside quieted, Lewis and Yn fell into a peaceful sleep together, the night filled with love, tenderness, and the knowledge that no matter what, theyâd always have each other.
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Hiii! I was wondering if you would write a fic about joe and the readers âfirst timeâ like in college!?đ§Ą
right here!
King Of My Heart.
And all at once, you were the one iâve been waiting for, king of my heart, body and soul.
pairing: joe burrow lsu boyfriend! x virgin girlfriend reader!
summary: lsu joeyb9, virgin girlfriend, older boyfriend x younger girlfriend, college couple, together to marry, smut with a lot (yes, a lot) of fluff.
description: after one year of relationship, you feel safe enough to have the most perfect night of your life with your boyfriend joe burrow.
The night air in Baton Rouge was thick and humid, as it often was this time of year. The LSU campus buzzed with excitement after another win, and as I stood on the balcony outside Joeâs apartment, I could hear the distant echoes of celebration. Laughter, music, and the occasional cheer from passing students filled the night air. Normally, the sound of victory would have lifted my spirits, but tonight, everything felt... different.
The truth was, tonight wasnât just about LSU winning another game. It wasnât about Joeâs performance on the field, though heâd been exceptional as usual. Tonight was about something else. Something I had been thinking about for weeks, maybe even months. My stomach twisted with a mix of excitement and nerves, knowing that tonight could be the night I gave Joe something Iâd never given anyone else â myself.
Iâd always been the kind of girl who believed in waiting. It wasnât about following some strict set of rules or adhering to any expectations; it was about finding the right moment, with the right person. Iâve always said that I would wait until college, and here I am. I wanted my first time to be special, with someone who cared about me, someone who knew me in a way that went deeper than just the physical.
And Joe was that person.
He had been my best friend long before he became my boyfriend. We met on my first year of college, and his third one. I asked for transference when Joe came to play at LSU. Joe had been patient with me in ways I didnât even know I neededânever pushing, always waiting.
Tonight felt like the culmination of all of that. But even so, I couldnât help the nervous energy that buzzed through me.
Taking a deep breath, I glanced down at my hands, clutching the cool bottle of water Iâd been holding for what felt like an eternity. My fingers were tight around it, betraying the tension I felt inside. I could hear Joe inside, rummaging through the fridge, probably making one of his famous post-game sandwiches. He had this thing where he could eat just about anything after a game â his appetite always amazed me.
I could picture him now, standing in front of the open fridge, his broad shoulders relaxed, his hair still damp from the quick shower heâd taken when we got back to the apartment. I smiled to myself. He had no idea what was running through my mind.
Another deep breath.
I turned and stepped back inside. The air-conditioned chill hit me immediately, contrasting with the muggy night outside. Joe was at the counter, just as Iâd imagined, spreading mayo on a slice of bread, his brow furrowed in concentration like he was planning a play for the next big game.
He glanced up as I walked in, and his eyes softened. That was the thing about Joe â his eyes always softened when he looked at me, like I was the one thing in the world that could bring him peace. It had always been that way between us, even when we were kids. There was something so comforting about the way he saw me.
âHey,â he said, his voice low and familiar. He flashed me a small smile, then went back to his sandwich-making. âYou hungry?â
I shook my head, a little smile of my own forming. âNot really.â
He looked up again, pausing this time. He could sense something in my voice, or maybe in the way I was standing there, lingering in the doorway like I didnât know what to do with myself. Joe had always been good at reading me, even when I didnât say anything. Especially when I didnât say anything.
âYou okay?â he asked, setting down the knife and turning to face me fully.
I felt my heartbeat pick up. This was itâthe moment where I could either back out or go forward. I swallowed hard, my nerves dancing in the pit of my stomach. âYeah,â I said, and then, before I could second-guess myself, I added, âI think Iâm ready.â
Joeâs expression softened even more, but there was something else there too â surprise, maybe? Or was it understanding? His eyes searched mine for a long moment, and I could see the realization slowly settle in. He set down the bread and wiped his hands on a nearby dish towel, taking a step closer to me.
âYou sure?â he asked, his voice gentle, like he didnât want to push me in any direction I wasnât ready to go.
I nodded, biting my bottom lip nervously. âIâm sure.â
He didnât move at first. Instead, he just stood there, looking at me with those intense eyes of his, like he was trying to gauge every emotion I was feeling without me even saying a word. And in a way, he could. Joe knew me better than anyone. He knew my fears, my insecurities, my hopes.
Slowly, he reached for my hand, his fingers brushing against mine in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. His touch was always so warm, so comforting. He led me over to the couch, sitting down beside me, his thumb tracing gentle circles over the back of my hand.
âWe donât have to rush this, Y/N,â he said softly. âWe can wait.â
âI donât want to wait,â I whispered, my voice barely audible. âNot anymore.â
His gaze never left mine, and I could see the love in his eyes, the way he was taking in every word I said. He reached up, cupping my face gently, his thumb brushing over my cheek. âOkay,â he said quietly. âWeâll go slow. Youâre in control, okay? Whatever you need.â
Those wordsââwhatever you needââwrapped around me like a blanket, soothing the nervous energy that had been building up all night. Joe always knew how to make me feel safe, and in that moment, I knew without a doubt that Iâd made the right choice. This was what I wanted.
Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in the softest of kisses. It wasnât urgent or rushed, but tender, like he was letting me set the pace. I kissed him back, my fingers tangling in the soft fabric of his shirt as I pulled him closer. The kiss deepened, but it never lost that gentle, careful rhythmâJoe was making sure I felt every step of the way.
As his hand slid down to rest on my waist, I felt the warmth of his touch seep through the thin fabric of my dress, and my heart pounded in my chest. This was real, and I wanted it more than anything. I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation, but all I saw was love.
âIâm ready,â I whispered again, and this time, I knew I meant it with every fiber of my being.
Joe smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. âI love you,â he said, and my heart swelled with the weight of those words. âAnd weâll take this however you want, at your pace.â
With a deep breath, I nodded, and in that moment, the world outside faded away. It was just us, here in this quiet space weâd carved out together, and for the first time, I wasnât afraid.
Joe stood up, taking my hand as we moved together toward his bedroom. The room was dimly lit, just the soft glow of a single lamp casting shadows across the walls. It felt surrealâlike the world outside had paused, and all that mattered now was the two of us. My heart was racing, and though my nerves were still there, they had settled into something else, something calmer. Maybe it was the way Joe was holding my hand, his thumb brushing small, soothing circles on my skin, or maybe it was the way he looked at me, like he saw only me and no one else.
He led me to the edge of the bed, and we stood there for a moment, facing each other. His eyes, those familiar deep blue eyes that had seen me at my worst and loved me still, held mine with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat.
âYouâre sure?â he asked again, his voice low and soft, giving me one last chance to back out if I wanted to.
I nodded, feeling a sense of certainty wash over me. âIâm sure, Joey. Please⊠I want this. I want you.â
A smile flickered across his lips as he reached up to gently cup my face, pulling me into a kiss that was sweet and unhurried. His lips moved against mine, soft and slow, like he was savoring every second, every touch. I melted into him, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pressed closer. It wasnât the first time weâd kissed like this, but tonight felt differentâdeeper. There was something unspoken between us, something that made each kiss, each touch, more meaningful.
As we kissed, Joeâs hands slid down my sides, his fingers brushing over the fabric of my dress. Slowly, he pulled back, his forehead resting against mine, his breath warm against my skin. âTell me if you want me to stop, okay?â
I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. âI will.â
With that, his hands moved to the hem of my dress, and he paused, his eyes meeting mine again, silently asking for permission. When I gave him a small nod, he gently lifted the dress over my head, leaving me in just my bra and underwear. The cool air hit my skin, and I shivered slightly, though it wasnât from the cold. It was the weight of the moment, the way his eyes lingered on me, like he was seeing me for the first time.
âYouâre beautiful,â he whispered, his voice full of awe, and I felt a blush rise to my cheeks.
Iâd never been in this position before, never had someone look at me like this. I suddenly felt vulnerable, exposed in a way I hadnât anticipated. But Joeâs gaze wasnât harsh or judgmental; it was soft, filled with love. He stepped closer, his hands settling on my waist, pulling me into another kiss. His touch was warm, grounding me, reminding me that this was Joey âmy Joey. The boy who had known me since we were basically teenagers, who had always made me feel safe.
As we kissed, his hands moved up my back, fingers tracing the clasp of my bra. He paused again, looking into my eyes, silently asking if it was okay. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest, but I nodded, giving him the go-ahead.
He unclasped it slowly, carefully, letting it fall to the floor between us. My breath caught in my throat as I stood there, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. Joeâs eyes never left mine, though, and I could see the love in them, the way he was making sure I was okay with every step.
âYouâre safe with me,â he whispered, and I knew he meant it. Those words wrapped around me, calming the flutter of nerves in my stomach.
I reached for him then, my fingers gently tugging at the hem of his shirt, wanting to close the gap between us. He let me pull it off, and soon we were standing there together, bare in every sense of the word. But instead of feeling exposed, I felt... free. Like this was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Joeâs hands found mine again, and he pulled me gently down onto the bed. We lay there together, our bodies close but not rushing. There was no urgency, no need to move faster than we were ready for. Instead, we took our time, letting the moments stretch out between us.
He kissed me again, his lips soft and tender, and I kissed him back, feeling the heat between us grow. His hands moved over my skin, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of me. I shivered under his touch, a mix of anticipation and nerves swirling inside me. But there was also something elseâsomething warm and steady.
Trust.
Thatâs what it came down to, I realized. I trusted Joe with every part of me. And thatâs why I was ready.
His hand slid down to my hip, then lower, his fingers brushing against the edge of my underwear. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine. âAre you okay?â he asked, his voice gentle.
I nodded, my voice catching in my throat. âYeah... Iâm okay.â
He kissed me again, and slowly, carefully, he slid my underwear down, his touch never faltering. I felt a rush of nervous excitement as the last barrier between us disappeared, and for a moment, I wasnât sure if I could handle the intensity of it all. But then Joe was there, his hand on my cheek, his eyes holding mine, and I felt the fear slip away.
âWeâll go slow,â he promised again, his voice low and steady. âIâm not going to do anything youâre not ready for.â
I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. âI know. I trust you.â
With those words, I felt the last of my hesitation melt away. This was what I wanted. This was Joe. And I was ready.
He kissed me again, his lips soft against mine, and then his hands were on me, touching me in ways that made my heart race and my breath catch in my throat. It was slow, careful, every movement deliberate and filled with love. He didnât rush, didnât push. Instead, he let me set the pace, following my lead, making sure I was okay every step of the way.
As things progressed, the tension between us built, and I felt myself getting lost in the moment, in him. The world outside disappeared, and all that mattered was Joe and the way he made me feelâsafe, loved, cherished.
I felt loved, I felt touched in a good way, in my soul. Joe's fingers were waging war on my skin, squeezing me and making me his. When I felt him between my legs, the world stopped. I was wet, I didn't need to hide it from him.
âMy Godâ he stated, feeling the humidity. Joe let out a sigh, as if he was going to reach his peak right then and there. âBaby, youâre so wetâŠâ
I moaned, loud and clear. Indeed, I was, as I had never been before. Joe had seen me naked several times, but nothing came close to this, what I was feeling now. He bent down between my legs, and when he started sucking me, I saw stars. I let out another moan, drawn out, begging to have him for myself. Not feeling him was killing me, even though I knew I had never had him like this.
He continued there for several moments, until I asked him to stop. My first orgasm of the night was in his mouth, and when my boyfriend knelt on the bed again, he was already hard. Totally petrified, sweaty and dying to fuck me.
Joe's dick was huge, and even though he didn't brag about it, it was true. I needed two hands to hold it from the base to the head. It was thick, but just the right amount. And it was literally pointed at me.
âYou know what to doâ he said, holding his cock by the base. I approached him little by little, kissing his red head as I looked at him. Joe groaned, and I automatically groaned too.
I did as much as I could, with my mouth, with my hands, and when I saw it, I was practically gushing. Joe noticed, and climbed up my legs soon after, laying down between them while bringing his hands to my neck. I groaned, feeling all my strength draining away.
I felt when Joe got ready to penetrate me. He played with me, passing his glans across my moist lips, while I moaned loud enough for all the neighbors to hear me.
The pressure was great, and initially, I could handle it. Joe didn't move until I nodded that he could. And when he did that, I saw stars. The pain was intense and excruciating, and he was moving so well that at a certain point I couldn't tell the difference between pain and pleasure.
âYouâre doing so well, loveâ He commented, the moan leaving his lips. I moaned back âSo hot, moaning for me.â
And I actually groaned again. My âapex, which came moments before, had become palpable to me. As Joe increased his thrusts, I saw the sky descend to earth, it was something magnificent.
When Joe threatened to go faster, I tried to run away. He held me by my waist, preventing any movement.
âI know, love,, I know.â He said, as if answering 'me. I groaned, because I knew he was serious. Joe went deeper inside me, and I gave another moan.
I couldn't stop moaning. I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't say anything. Joe, now moving faster, was moaning as much as I was. His pleasure makes me melt from head to toe.
âIt hurts, doesnât it?â I didn't answer, but he knew it was true. âIâm not going to stop," he said, and in fact, he didnât stop. Now, I couldn't move anymore. âso tight, beautifulâŠâ
The phrase made me squirm again. Every word that came out of his mouth made me squirm. Joe was on top of me, all over my body, and it was driving me crazy. I couldn't even think straight.
âIâm going to cum.â He said, almost breathless. It only took a few movements for him to come out of me and leave his jets under my belly.
He was sweaty, his cheeks red, drops falling down his toned abdomen. Joe was simply the most beautiful man in the world.
I trapped my legs between him again and made him lie on top of me. I gave him a kiss, and when we pulled away again, I smiled.
âIt made me hungry.â I commented with a smile
âIâll cook something for youâ Joe replied.
When we got up, Joe helped me to the bathroom. The shower we took together sealed the moment we had before. We went to the kitchen right away.
The kitchen was filled with the delicious scent of bacon sizzling in the pan, and Joe hummed softly to himself as he moved between the stove and the counter. I sat at the small table, watching him with a smile, my heart swelling with affection at how natural this all felt. Like weâd done this a hundred times before, even though this morning was the first of its kind.
Joe glanced over his shoulder at me, catching my eye. âYou look awfully pleased with yourself,â he teased, his grin playful.
I laughed softly, resting my chin in my hand as I leaned on the table. âIâm just... happy,â I admitted, feeling my cheeks warm with the confession.
He turned off the stove and brought over two plates of food, setting them down in front of us before taking a seat beside me. âMe too,â he said, his voice quieter now, more sincere. He reached out, his fingers brushing over mine as he took my hand. âIt was perfect.â
My heart skipped a beat at his words, the warmth of his hand sending a familiar flutter through my chest. âIt was,â I agreed softly, my thumb tracing slow circles on the back of his hand. âYou made it perfect, Joe.â
His eyes softened, and he gave my hand a gentle squeeze before letting go to pick up his fork. âWell, letâs see if I can keep the streak going with this food,â he said with a grin.
I laughed, my heart lighter than it had felt in a long time. As we ate, the conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and stolen glances. It felt like nothing had changed between us, but at the same time, everything had. There was a new kind of ease in the air, a quiet understanding that we had crossed into something deeper.
âDo you have practice today?â I asked, wiping my mouth with a napkin as we finished our plates.
Joe leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head with a soft groan. âYeah, Iâve got practice in a few hours,â he said, glancing at the clock. âBut weâve got some time before I need to head over.â
I nodded, feeling a small pang of disappointment at the thought of him leaving, even though I knew it was just for a few hours. The time weâd spent together this morning had been so perfect, and I wasnât ready for it to end just yet.
âWanna hang out for a while before you go?â I asked, trying to keep my tone casual even though I could feel my heart racing a little at the idea of spending more time with him.
Joeâs smile widened, and he reached across the table to take my hand again. âIâd love that.â
We spent the next couple of hours curled up on the couch, the TV playing softly in the background as we talked about everything and nothing. Joe had always been easy to talk to, but today it felt differentâlike there was a deeper connection between us now, a closeness that went beyond just words.
At one point, he pulled me into his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist as I leaned back against him. His chin rested on my shoulder, and I could feel his breath warm against my neck as we sat there in comfortable silence. I had never felt more at peace, more content, than I did in that moment.
âI could get used to this,â I murmured, my fingers tracing the lines of his hand where it rested on my stomach.
Joe chuckled softly, his lips brushing against my ear. âMe too,â he whispered, his voice sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.
We stayed like that until his phone buzzed on the coffee table, breaking the quiet. Joe sighed softly, shifting beneath me as he reached for it. âItâs Coach,â he said, glancing at the screen. âIâve gotta head out soon.â
I nodded, trying to hide the disappointment I felt as I climbed off his lap. âI guess the real world is calling, huh?â
Joe stood up, stretching again before pulling me into a quick hug. âYeah, but Iâll be back tonight,â he said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. âYou can stay here if you want. Make yourself at home.â
I smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through me at the thought of spending more time in his space, surrounded by his things. âI might just take you up on that.â
He grinned, his hands settling on my waist as he pulled me closer. âGood,â he murmured, leaning down to kiss me againâslow, gentle, but full of the promise that this was only the beginning.
When Joe came back that evening, I was curled up on his bed with a book Iâd found on his shelf, the smell of dinner wafting through the apartment. Iâd decided to make us something simpleâa pasta dish I knew we both likedâjust to keep things light after the intense day weâd shared.
He walked into the bedroom, his hair still damp from the shower he must have taken after practice, and smiled when he saw me. âHey,â he said softly, crossing the room to sit beside me on the bed.
âHey,â I replied, setting the book down and turning to face him. âHow was practice?â
âNot bad,â he said, leaning in to press a quick kiss to my lips. âI missed you, though.â
I felt my cheeks warm at his words, and I smiled, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. âI missed you too.â
He looked over at the book I had set down, raising an eyebrow. âReading one of my books, huh?â
I laughed softly, nodding. âI was bored, and your bookshelf was too tempting.â
Joe chuckled, his hand resting on my thigh as he leaned in closer. âYou know, Iâve been thinking about today,â he said, his voice low and serious now.
My heart skipped a beat at his tone, and I looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of what was going through his mind. âYeah? What about it?â
He sighed softly, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my leg. âI just... I keep thinking about how lucky I am,â he said, his eyes meeting mine with a sincerity that took my breath away. âTo have you. To be the one you trust.â
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I blinked them away, my heart swelling with emotion. âJoe...â
âIâm serious,â he said, his hand moving up to cup my cheek. âYou couldâve chosen anyone, Y/N. But you chose me. And I donât take that lightly.â
I leaned into his touch, my heart aching with how much love I felt for him in that moment. âI chose you because youâre the only one Iâve ever wanted,â I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. âYou make me feel safe, Joe. You make me feel loved.â
He smiled then, that soft, lopsided grin that always made my heart flutter. âIâm gonna keep doing that,â he murmured, his lips brushing over mine. âFor as long as youâll let me.â
I kissed him then, slow and sweet, pouring everything I felt into the simple gesture. When we pulled back, I rested my forehead against his, our breaths mingling in the quiet space between us.
âIâm not going anywhere,â I whispered, my voice steady despite the emotion swirling inside me. âIâm yours, Joe.â
His arms wrapped around me then, pulling me into his chest as he held me close. We stayed like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world fading away. It didnât matter that the day had been long, or that practice had worn him out. In this moment, it was just usâtogether, safe, and completely in love.
He smiled then, his eyes softening as he leaned in to kiss me. It was a slow, lingering kiss, full of all the love and promises we had been building between us. When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin.
âGood,â he murmured, his lips brushing over mine again. âBecause Iâm not going anywhere.â
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