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werewolf who doesn't kiss like a person. they're on a first date and the human they had a cute dinner with leans in nervously, hoping they'll reciprocate, and the wolf gives them a massive slobbery lick up one cheek
#IMAGINE THE AWKWARD SILENCE AFTERđđ#sheâs tryna lean in and kiss her werewolf boyfriend#and heâs in half form#tail wagging as he sees her lean in#and then BOOM#licks her cheekđ#both faces flushedđ#I CANTTTđ„ș#GenRika#BlueRaspberryMelonđ©”đ#red riding hood au#rrh#rrh au
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eater 101 ; l.hc
haechan x fem! reader summary: so called enemy haechan eats u out (like a prođ warnings : [ smut ] pussy eating (like thatâs itđ), pet names. !! mdni ÂĄÂĄ
im looking for a eater baby ima tell da truthh
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âoh lord.â
lee haechan was truly a shameless motherfucker. you didnât even realize how and why you let your so called enemy get into your pants. once upon a time you held true spite for him, dreadfully catching his gaze in the hallway as he drove you round crazy the entire day.
some girls would label you lucky and youâd simply scoff at the statement but you were starting to believe them you fear, for this man ate pussy like a starved bear godamn.
it all started when that old hag mrs. linda assigned him as your lab partner for the respective year.
for sure he didnât stop with his flirtatious tactics as you struggled to get your experiments done in the lab. would stare at your chest like a literal pervert everytime you bent to our the chemical and you didnât even fucking mind it.
then came his texts, and more texts and more texts and more⊠and your foolish ass had to reply him.
then came the going over to his place to get your chemistry notes done and letâs just say he grabbed your face as soon as you entered and showed you bed chemistry instead.
and like a fool captivated by his dick you reluctantly kept coming back to him.
all because of fucking linda.
which leads you where you are today, in the locker room. pulled by him into this cramped room before class started saying it would take a few five minutes but itâs been fifteen now and youâve been moaning against the shelf with your skirt flushed over and panties down to your knees.
both his arms caged from behind around your thighs to keep you in place as he dug his face deeper between your legs.
his mouth was a machine. the way his muscular tongue dragged over your folds and dug into your hole you thought you were going to make the boy go bald the way you were pulling his hair.
âare you going to cum in my mouth baby?â haechan pulled out, looking at you with his bambi eyes that drove you feral you thought you were about to bust.
âyeahâ you sighed as he smiled, âcome over my tongue.â and before you knew it your eyes were rolling back again. back arched as the sensation grew unbearable. the erotic noises erupting from the space between his mouth and your core lighting a fire within you.
his mouth kissing everywhere around your wet folds and the thread begin to snap. the shame stripped off your body once you felt your bud being sucked by his plump lips as you moaned out loud.
the view of his tongue repeatedly meeting your clit and coated with slick all over made the sensation only grow stronger.
âfuck, youâre so good.â
the way his warm mouth latched over your open pussy as his tongue glided over your cunt round and round over and over again. the way he moaned against your clit loudly sending vibrations right up your system made you moan twice as more.
he ate pussy so well it was admirable.
your own moans and squeals blurring out to your ears as your growing orgasm clouded your mind. your grip over his head tightened and you pulled him towards yourself as his nose and tongue made your pleasure skyrocket.
and when he pulled you closer by your knees and sucked harder you gasped and knew it was end as you came all over his mouth undone, urging him to let go once you felt him sucking again.
with a sigh, he looked up at you from his lashes. face flushed, wet and gaze all drowsy.
âneed more of your sweet pussy baby, think you can take this cock too?â
oh linda, I fucking love you.
an original iceonneo work.
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can i request a paige smut where like the reader had pissed her off BADDD (in whatever way you see fit) and so paige fucks her with the strap BUT the reader keeps like pushing at her abs and ahitbtryna het her to slow down which in return pisses her off moreâŠpls :)
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ââčàŒâ§âË.Ë Â· .ŚŚà«ąÂ·Ë àŒ you can take it,,
paige bueckers x fem!reader
âi donât wanna talk to you dude.â
paige was absolutely furious. you missed one of the biggest shots of her careerâ a score-tying buzzer beater that ended up saving her team and securing them a win in overtimeâ all because you were talking to a guy in the stands. she was so excited to talk to you about it, for the both of you to share that excitement. so you could imagine her disappointment in hearing that you didnât see it.
âpaige are you serious? iâm sorry alright? i got to see it on the replays, it was really good.â
you try to reach out for her but she shrugs you off again, and now youâre pissed too. the guy was your classmate that spotted you in the crowd and wanted to say hello. you had apologized about a trillion times for missing the shot, still affirming to her how awesome it probably was in the moment.
it only made her feel worse when the guy approached you again at the end of the game. hadnât he taken enough of your attention already?
âjust leave me alone. if you want to be entertained just go talk to that guy again anyway. let him stare down your shirt for all i care.â paige throws her shirt into a corner of your room, littering her sweaty garments around your room.
âis that was this is about? a guy?â
she rolls her eyes, flopping onto your shared bed. she scrolls through her phone to avoid your gaze because she doesnât want to say something she regrets. her legs are spread, creating space that in any usual situation youâd gravitate towards.
you stupidly decided to tease paige after finding out the true root of her anger. half-naked, you crawl towards her legs on the bed and seat yourself right on her lap. your hand pushes her phone away for her undivided attention.
you were probably going to regret this later.
âyou know what we were talking about?â
she knows she shouldnât give in just by the look in your eyes, but she does anyway. sheâs a sucker for you.
âwell he kept asking if i wanted to leave with him. i told him i had a girlfriend but he wouldnât take no for an answer,â you lean closer, lowering your voice, âyou know what he told me paige?â
âwhat?â sheâs near breathless, anger still lingering because this guy seems like a douche.
âhe told me heâd fuck me so good if i left with him. said heâd fuck me better than you ever could.â
âfuck off. donât fucking piss me off.â
âhe was cute. maybe-â
âpaige!â
sheâs rutting into you relentlessly, the same way she has been for the past hour. youâve been squeezing around her strap like a vice the entire time from one position to the next.
after you teased paige earlier all she saw was red. she knew it wasnât true, but the fact that you even uttered the words had some insane affect on her. she instantly had you on your back, purple strap heavy between your thighs. ever since then sheâd been thrusting into you, never stopping or letting up unless she was finding a new angle.
sheâd effortlessly coaxed you through three orgasms already and you were definitely feeling the effects. your thighs shook as she held them flush to her body, eyes glued to your face that was twisted together with pleasure.
you were so fucked out you hardly realized your girlfriendâs hand trailed down to the heat between your legs. her thumb rubbed sloppily against your throbbing clit, your eyes shooting open with a pornographic moan. the feeling was overwhelming and made your body shake even worse because, how many times had she done this?
âoh fuck- paige i canât..â
âyeah you can baby. want you to cum for me.â
your orgasm feels different this time, sensitivity heightened and you canât control it. sheâs so deep and sheâs filling you so good, thrusting hard and with so much purpose.
âbet that guy couldnât make you feel this way huh?â
youâre nodding at her words because sheâs right. no one has ever or could ever make you feel better than she does. she knows it.
paige continues stimulating your already over-sensitive bud, pressing harder and faster to match the pace of her hips. you moan out a high-pitched screech and mumble incoherently as your back arches off the bed so much paige has to push you back down. the pressure on your stomach sends you over the edge, sheets tight in your grasp as you finish.
she soothes your sides by running her hands up and down your body, slowing her thrusts but never stopping. youâre attempting to push your body up the bed but her grasp on you is firm and bruising.
âone more baby.â youâre still delirious from the last orgasm and sheâs already speeding up her pace.
fuck her and her cardio.
you finally let go of the sheets, reaching out to push at your girlfriendâs abs. âpaige please, i canât. sâtoo much p.â
sheâs immediately pulling your hands away, pushing them above your head as she leans over to whisper in your ear, âyou can take it.â
sheâs offended that you even suggested you couldnât. her large hands find your hips again, pulling your body further down the bed and onto her silicone dick. your mouth fell open with a moan and you didnât know if it was from the feeling of her splitting you in half or her persistence. probably both.
âtryna push me away,â she groans, âdonât be stupid baby.â
she pulls your legs over her shoulders with urgency as she snaps her hips against your own. the burn is finally catching up with her but she doesnât even care because all she can focus on is you and the way youâre moaning her name.
you gush around her, cum dripping and soaking your sheets. the shake of your body vibrates against paige and encourages her to thrust impossibly faster, a whine escaping past your lips. sheâs too good.
the all-too-familiar feeling forms deep in your abdomen again. you shift your hips, chasing your release as your hips angle down. paigeâs last thrust makes you cry out, the bubble of anticipation for your orgasm popping. even paige moans as she stills because she swears she can feel you throbbing around her.
a sigh escapes you when paige pulls out. you feel incredibly empty after being filled for so long, a quiet whimper sounding through the room at the new feeling.
paige slips the strap off quickly. once she does, she resumes her previous position between your legs. sheâs being gentle as her hands glide over your skin to massage the ache away. itâs a large contrast to her harsh thrusts only minutes ago.
âyou did so good, ready to go again?â
âagain?â youâre in disbelief as her legs slot with your own, leaning back ever-so-slightly so her pussy meshes with your own. the feeling makes your legs twitch and youâre already moaning at the barely-there friction.
âyou didnât think that was it, did you?â
ââčàŒâ§âË.Ë Â· .ŚŚà«ąÂ·Ë àŒ
i hope i did this request justice!!
actually partially spell-checked this time đ€
#paige bueckers#paige buckets#uconn wbb#paige bueckers smut#paige bueckers x reader#uconn huskies#uconn womenâs basketball#lgbtq#lgbtqia#lesbian#paige bueckers x oc#paige bueckers headcannons#paige bueckers fic#paige bueckers imagine#paige x reader#wlw slay#wlw imagine#bisexual
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This idea just popped into my headđ What if the team and reader are all in a roadtrip in a van, small van at that. Meaning some of the members had to sit on eachothers laps, leaving reader to sit on G!P Natashaâs. Everyone amongst the team noticed the tension between reader and G!PNatasha that had been brewing.And the car ride just leads to Natasha secretly stuffing her cock into reader, and just letting the bumps of the van help bounce reader on her dick unbeknownst to the team.
Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! G!P Natasha, cock-warming, overstimulating, multiple orgasm
Word Count: 1,4K
A/N: first..HOW do yall have such great ideas?? And second..for my daily education stuff: Do you know, that if you have to be silence, the pleasure and orgasm is more intense?đ§đ»ââïž Good night. đ«łđ»đ€
The sun had just started to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the countryside as the Avengersâ van cruised down the open highway. It was a rare occasion for the team to take a break from saving the world and enjoy a road trip together. The van was small, too small for a team of superheroes, but that was part of the charm of the journey. It forced them to get closer, both physically and emotionally.
You found yourself sitting on Natashas lap, a situation that had your heart racing and your cheeks flushing. The van was packed tight, with Tony and Steve up front, Bruce and Clint squeezed into the middle, and Vision and Wanda sharing the backseat with you and Natasha. The closeness was unavoidable, but it was the subtle tension between you and Natasha that had you on edge.
Natashaâs hands rested casually on your hips, but there was nothing casual about the way her fingers would occasionally tighten, sending shivers down your spine. The others seemed oblivious, chatting and laughing about old missions and plans for the weekend. But you could feel the heat of Natashaâs gaze, the way her breath would hitch every time the van hit a bump.
âComfortable?â Natashaâs voice was low, almost a purr, right next to your ear. You nodded, not trusting your voice. You felt a soft, yet firm pressure as Natasha shifted slightly beneath you, making you hyper-aware of every point of contact between you.
âI think so..â you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. âJust relax,â Natasha murmured, her breath hot against your ear. âIâve got you.â
The van hit another bump, and your breath caught as you felt Natashaâs cock, hard and insistent, pressing against you. You bit your lip, trying to stay composed, but Natashaâs hands held you steady, guiding you just enough to increase the delicious friction.
âNatasha, what are youâŠ?â you began, your voice trailing off as another jolt from the van made you gasp. âShh,â Natasha whispered, her hands sliding under your shirt to caress your bare skin. âJust go with it.â
Your face burned, but you couldnât deny the thrill of the situation. Natashaâs subtle movements, the way she would flex her hips just so, using the motion of the van to her advantage, was driving you wild. Each bump pushed you down further onto Natashaâs cock, the pleasure building steadily, almost unbearably.
âYouâre doing great,â Natasha said softly, her voice a soothing contrast to the intensity of her actions. âJust let the van do the work.â Steve glanced back, a hint of concern in his voice. âYou okay back there?â
âYeah, just fine.â Natasha replied smoothly, her voice betraying none of the heat that was coursing between you. You managed a nod, grateful for Natashaâs calm. âNatasha,â you gasped, struggling to keep your voice low. âS-Someone will notice..â
âNo, they wonât,â Natasha reassured you, her lips brushing your ear. âJust trust me. Enjoy it.â You could feel Natashaâs breath against your neck, her lips brushing the sensitive skin there as she whispered, âYouâre so tight, I can feel you squeezing me.â
Natashaâs hand slid up your body, slipping under your shirt and cupping your breast. She squeezed, her thumb brushing over your nipple, making you gasp.
With a final, jarring bump, you couldnât hold back the moan that escaped you, muffled by the sound of the vanâs tires on the gravel road. Natashaâs grip tightened, holding you in place as the pleasure finally crested, leaving you shuddering in the redheadâs lap.
But Natasha didnât stop. She continued to move, her cock buried deep inside you, prolonging your orgasm. âThatâs it,â she murmured, her voice low and commanding. âCome for me. Show me how much you love this.â
Your body convulsed with the intensity of your climax, your breath coming in ragged gasps. âN-Natasha, please,â you whimpered, feeling overwhelmed.
âPlease what?â Natasha asked, her tone mocking. âYou just have to let go.â You tried to shift, to pull away slightly, but Natashaâs strong hands held you in place. âNo, you donât,â Natasha growled softly. âYouâre not going anywhere.â
âNatash- f-fuck..â you moaned, your voice desperate. You glanced around nervously, noticing Wandaâs eyes on you for a brief moment before looking away.
âYou better be quiet,â Natasha replied, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She grabbed your wrists, pulling them forward and placing them on the table in front of you. âKeep them there.â she commanded.
And you came. Your body was trembling, the overstimulation making already your head spin. You tried to focus on keeping your hands on the table, your knuckles white from gripping the edge. Steve glanced back again, his eyes narrowing in concern. âAre you okay? You look a bit pale.â
Natasha seized the opportunity, wrapping her arms around you in a mock embrace. âSheâs fine, Steve. Just a little tired, right?â Natasha said, her voice sweet yet deceptive. She leaned in closer to you, whispering in your ear, âDonât move.â
In that moment, Natasha thrust her hips forward sharply, pushing her cock deeper into you. Your eyes widened, your breath hitching as you struggled to maintain your composure. Natashaâs arms tightened around you, ostensibly in a comforting hug, but in reality, it was to hold you steady. âY-Yes!â you managed to say, your voice shaky. âLong d-day..â
Steve nodded slowly, his concern easing. âAlright, just let us know if you need anything.â Natasha smirked, her lips brushing your ear. âSee? No one suspects a thing,â she whispered. âNow, focus on me.â
You tried to focus on keeping your hands on the table, your knuckles white from gripping the edge. âYouâre doing so well,â Natasha praised, her voice dripping with satisfaction. âTaking me so perfectly.â
The van hit another bump, and this time, Natashaâs breath caught sharply. Her fingers dug into your hips as she felt a wave of pleasure surge through her. âFuck,â she hissed, her voice strained. âIâm close.â
The realization that Natasha was as affected as you were sent a new thrill through your body. Natashaâs hips snapped up, thrusting deep into you, and you felt another wave of pleasure crashing over you. âAgain,â Natasha demanded, her grip on your hips bruising. âI want you to come again.â
âI canât,â you whimpered, tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the intensity. âYes, you can,â Natasha insisted, her voice leaving no room for argument. âYouâre going to come again, and youâre going to do it for me.â
Your body obeyed, your second orgasm hitting you even harder than the first. You bit your lip to stifle your moans, your body shaking with the force of your climax. Natasha held you through it, her own breath coming in heavy pants.
As the van continued its journey, you slumped back against Natasha, your body spent and trembling. Natashaâs cock was still buried deep inside you, keeping you filled and connected. Natashaâs hand caressed your cheek, her voice softening. âGood girl,â she murmured. âYou did so well.â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. You turned your head slightly, meeting Natashaâs eyes. âYou planned this, didnât you?â you whispered, a mix of accusation and admiration in your tone. Natashaâs lips curved into a sly smile. âMaybe,â she replied, her voice low and teasing. âDid you like it?â
You couldnât help but smile back. âYes,â you admitted, your voice soft. âI did.â Natashaâs hand slid down to squeeze your thigh gently. âGood,â she said. âBecause we still have 4 hours ahead of us.â
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha x reader#natasha smut#natasha romanoff#dom!natasha x reader#natasha romanov x reader#nat x reader#natasha romanov smut#natasha romonova#the avengers#natasha
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Lima Bean
pairing: kenji sato x reader
summary: kenji makes his intentions clear and a certain reporter is a little too committed to his job
an: ik the title is kinda dumb but bear with me i have an idea (title is still subject to change if the idea falls through). also tags are being kind of silly and I don't know how to get them to act right so if you asked to be tagged but didn't get notified I swear I tried đ
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âIâm pregnant.â
Those two words changed Kenjiâs entire demeanor in seconds. His face dropped and his jaw hung open in complete disbelief. â. . . Are you sure?â He asked.Â
âPositive test, missed period, morning sickness,â you listed off. âIâm going to make an OBGYN appointment anyway just to be 100% sure, but so far yeah Iâm pretty sure.â
âAh,â was all he could say in response, his mind both blank and racing at the same time. Had he really not used protection? Was he that drunk? He tried to think back to that night, but all he could seem to remember was a flash of you under him and his lips on your neck. His face immediately flushed scarlet.Â
âAre you angry?â You asked, noticing the rapid shift in his complexion.Â
He rushed to deny your assumption. âNo! No, nothing like that. I'm just . . . not sure what to make of this.â
âI know how you feel,â you said wryly. âJust thought you should know, I guess.â You shrugged your shoulders, feeling almost hollow inside with the knowledge that your life was about to undergo a drastic change.
âI appreciate it, thank you. If you donât mind, uh,â he hesitated, searching for the right words. âI'd like to be present. To be a father.â He thought back to when he took care of Emi and how much he came to love her. He was confident in his ability to take care of his own biological child, even if these werenât the circumstances in which he imagined heâd have one.Â
You looked at him as if you were meeting him for the very first time, entirely taken aback by his willingness to step up. Truthfully you'd expected him to deny any responsibility, but there he was, asking to raise the baby alongside youâto step up to the metaphorical plate and be a dad. âReally? And youâre not going to leave at the first inconvenience?â
âNo. You have my word on that.â His expression was one of utmost sincerity. âI want to be a dad. Granted, this isnât how I expected it,â he laughed awkwardly, âbut itâs how it happened, and I won't run away from it.â
You gave him a soft smile. âI'll be honest, I didn't expect you to be so noble.â
âThought Iâd tell you to get rid of it or just throw a check at you to never contact me again? I understand the concern, but I want to be there every step of the way.â
âThen, would you like to come with me for my appointment? I havenât scheduled it yet but . . .â you trailed off, realizing you were asking a very busy man to take time out of his day to accompany you to a doctor's appointment. âUnless of course youâre busy or donât want to,â you added quickly.
He laughed at how flustered youâd gotten. âI'll be there. No matter the weather, practice, or a game, I will be there. Thatâs my kid youâve got in there after all,â he said with a broad grin on his face as he pointed to your abdomen. âAnd that takes priority over everything else.â
âWow. Youâre smitten with something thatâs probably the size of a lima bean right now,â you teased.
âWoah now, thatâs our lima bean and Iâm going to be the best dad a bean could wish for,â he asserted, imagining teaching his future son or daughter to play baseball with him or helping with homework, even what it would be like to do his daughterâs hair, or perhaps teaching his son how to tie a tie.
He was snapped from his thoughts when you slid your phone towards him from across the table, the screen displaying a new contact. âIf we're going to be coparenting we should have each other's numbers.â
He picked up the device to input his number and then checked his own phone. He showed you the screen, a message from your own number displayed there.Â
It was only when he handed your phone back to you that you noticed how late it had already become. âOh wow, I didnât realize the time. I didn't mean to keep you so late,â you apologized.Â
âNo no, itâs fine. I'm glad you, or, Ami, I guess, insisted we have this conversation in person. Think if I had been told over text Iâd still be sitting on the couch reading it over and over again,â he laughed.Â
âThat was how I felt looking at the test. It didnât feel real.â You had a smile that mirrored his own, and you couldnât believe how fortunate you were that Kenji wasnât the douche you expected heâd be when he found out. Quite the opposite, to your pleasant surprise.
âDo you need a ride back home?â He asked earnestly, not quite ready to say bye. After all, you hadnât allowed him the chance the last time you had met.Â
You shook your head as you stood from the table. âNo, I drove here, but thanks anyway. I guess I'll keep in touch?â
He hummed in affirmation, standing from his chair, his impressive height towering over you. He gestured for you to walk first, following close behind you, his hand lightly pressed to your lower back as he walked with you to your car. While the two of you were wishing each other good night, another patron of the cafe was typing furiously into his phone, notifying his boss that he had just overheard the sport's world's juiciest scandal in months.
-â-
The first thing you did the following day was schedule an appointment with an obstetrician. There had been a recent cancellation so you were able to get a slot in just a few days. You sent Kenji a text to notify him when and where, a small part of you looking forward to seeing him again. He responded quickly, saying he would definitely be there.Â
When the day came, he called you to ask if you wanted to go together, rather than take two cars. You agreed and told him your address, choosing to wait for him inside due to the biting cold of December. When you heard a car pull up, you exited your home, and it took all of your willpower not to gawk at his car, which was probably worth more than your entire house. You saw the driver's door begin to open, and he stepped out, breathtakingly handsome as usual. He pushed his sunglasses on top of his head and waved, greeting you with a jovial âMorning!â
âGood morning, Kenji,â you returned, a smile gracing your features.Â
As you approached the car, he slid back into the driver's seat and looked over at you, taking in the sight of the mother of his future child. He'd lain awake all night, playing with the idea over and over in his mind. He was really going to be a dad. How different could it be to raise a human baby if heâd already done so with a 20-foot-tall kaiju baby?
You noticed his gaze in your peripheral vision, but as you turned to look at him he snapped his attention forward and made himself busy with inputting the name of the doctorâs office youâd given him into the GPS.Â
The ride was filled with pleasant small talk, asking each other how you had been since last time, basically avoiding the elephant in the room and talking about everything except the new life between you. After parking, he made sure to open the door to the office for you and entered after you, a rush of cold air enveloping you as you approached the front desk. You confirmed your appointment with the receptionist, and she directed the two of you to sit in the waiting room and told you your name would be called when the doctor was ready.Â
As you were waiting, you noticed Kenjiâs leg bouncing up and down rapidly, showing his nerves despite it not even being his appointment. You took the opportunity that had presented itself and placed your hand atop his knee. He looked over at you, his brown eyes wide and his lips pressed into a thin line. âYou can wait in the car if youâd preferââ
âNo!â He all but shouted, refusing to let you believe for even one second that he would run out. âI said I would be here for you and I will,â he said adamantly, placing his hand over yours where it was still on his knee and squeezing tightly, a physical reassurance that we was staying put.Â
ây/n l/n.â You heard your name called. You and Kenji stood together, his hand not releasing yours. Instead, he rubbed calming circles on the skin as you were escorted into the patient rooms, though you werenât entirely sure if it was meant to ease his nerves or yours. Either way, it was a sweet gesture.
-â-
The gel was cold as it was spread across your exposed skin, sending shivers up your spine. A grainy black and white image showed up on the screen, and the doctor pointed to a small grey object depicted on it, surrounded by a sea of black. âThis,â she started, âis the fetus.â You looked at the screen in awe before glancing over at Kenji. He was seated in a chair against the wall, his elbows braced on his knees as he leaned forward, his attention rapt on the screen and his lips open in a small âoâ shape.Â
The doctor chuckled at your amazed reactions. âExcited to be parents?â She asked.
You donât think Kenji even heard her, so you answered. âTo be totally honest, this was unexpected, but I think we can make it work. Kenji here made it very clear that he wants to be a dad.â
âThat's wonderful to hear. Well, looking at the scan I'd say youâre about 7 weeks along and you can expect to welcome the baby around August 11.Â
Kenji was practically bubbling as you each took your seats in the car, and he kept stealing glances at your tummy even if you werenât showing any visible change yet.Â
-â-
These past few days of tailing the nation's sweetheart baseball player were so worth it, thought the man sitting in his car while browsing through the photos of Kenji Sato and a woman heâd never been seen with before entering and leaving an OBGYN facility together. Interesting. Very interesting. With those photos there was no denying that Kenji Sato, baseball heartthrob, was a soon-to-be father.
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Kenji put the car in park in your driveway. You made to get out of the car until he exclaimed âWait!â You re-situated yourself on the seat, angling yourself towards him. He seemed almost at war with himself, like he wasnât sure if he wanted to actually say what had prompted him to stop you from leaving. âWould you, uh,â he faltered, chuckling awkwardly. âWould you like to go on a date with me?â He gave you a hopeful look.Â
Heat flushed across your face and ears, and you beamed at him. âDoing things way out of order arenât we?â You joked.Â
He laughed mirthfully as well. âWay out of order,â he agreed. âSo, was that a yes? To go out?â
âYes, that was a yes,â you giggled, finding his eagerness endearingly sweet.
He nodded his head. âOk. Ok, great. Are you free this Saturday? I'll pick you up?â
âIâll see you then,â you agreed cheerfully, and, deciding to take another risk since you were doing things all out of order anyway, you leaned over and placed a quick peck against his cheek before hopping out of the car and waving goodbye. He continued to wait in the car until he saw you safely enter your home, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest and his face crimson red, one hand placed lightly against where your lips had touched his skin.Â
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I love your work, and Iâve been creeping on your master list and itâs so good đâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâŠ pls do one with Azriel and AFAB reader who finds out first that theyâre true mates but says nothing at all, too scared that heâll reject her cause heâs in love with Elain and she witnesses the whole necklace gifting/almost kiss between them and runs away, tries to avoid both of them for days and gets sick or injured or something and thatâs when Az realizes it too and smut ensues đ«¶đâ€ïž
Since You Have A Lover
pairing : azriel x afab!reader
warnings: angst babe, torture too (oopsđđ€Ł), not proofread, swearing, probs typos, mild smut at the end, testing out the longer fics and then weâre gonna figure out if longer or shorter is better đ«Ł
thank you for the request bean! i switched it up a little to add some much needed angst but iâm so happy youâve been enjoying đđ
oh andâŠeducate a girl. wtf is afab?đ respectfully ofc
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Deep breaths and a lowered gaze is how you make it through family dinners as your stomach lurches uncomfortably.
The feeling never got easier, even after months of enduring the debilitating emotions that ensued from watching your mate love another.
Itâs instinctual to be jealousâto compare yourself to Elain when Azriel refused to tear his eyes away. He was supposed to be your equal and yet the longer dinner went on with overhearing their hushed conversation and not-so-sneaky touches under the table; you felt anything but suitable in comparison.
Drowning those thoughts is surprisingly easy, a plethora of wine bottles are scattered about the table and not a single person bats an eye when you snatch one up for yourself. Theyâre too caught up in each other to realize youâve slipped away; abandoning the suffocating love that permeated from every direction besides your own.
Fresh air helps a little, the stolen bottle of wine aiding in keeping you warm from the unforgiving nighttime chill. Eventually the cool bite doesnât send shivers down your spine and you barely even flinch when bare skin meets cold stone, your gaze dipping down to lively town below.
Time moves too quickly as the observer, seconds bleeding into minutes until hours have passed and the bottle has nothing left to offer. Thereâs a brief moment where your foggy brain contemplates the effort it would take to retrieve another when your solitude is broken.
Two bodies burst through the balcony doors on the furthest side, mostly concealed by trees and flowers but youâd recognize those wings anywhere. A hand smacks over your mouth to conceal any sound, body freezing in place as you witness Azriel press Elain into the wall, his hands cradling the sides of her face lovingly.
A part of you shatters when you catch that sparkle in his eye, the eagerness in his movement to have her closer until her cheeks go flush and thick lashes flutter closed in preparation for the sweet kiss Azriel is sure to grant her.
Youâre unable to stomach another moment and neither of them even flinch when you shuffle from your spot and make a bee-line for the exit. Tears cloud your vision, shoulders shaking and steps unsteady as you all but run through the halls, darting up the stairs and colliding right into another body. âOh,â The startled sound is all but whimpered out of you and red eyes and splotchy cheeks are the first thing Nesta sees as you look up. âGods, Iâm sorry.â You scramble to your feet, retrieving the book sheâd dropped in the collision. âIâm so sorry, I wasnât watching here I was going.â
âThatâs not like you.â
A weak smile quirks at the corner of your mouth, unbound hair in unruly strands down your shoulders. âIâm not quite myself at the moment.â
Nesta hums in response, slender arms crossing over her chest and the fabrics of her nightgown shifts with the motion. Her gaze is scrutinizing, picking apart the truth from the lies and youâre infinitely grateful that she doesnât call you out on your state of disarray. âWant me to walk you to your room?â
âNo.â You whisper, hastily wiping your cheeks and attempting to smooth down stray hairs and wrinkled silks. âNo, I think Iâm going to go for a walk instead. I could use the fresh air.â
âItâs three in the morning.â
Nesta's neck cranes, slowly turning on the balls of her feet as you swiftly slip past her and make way for your chambers. Perhaps, it's the defeated slump of your shoulders that catches Lady Death's attention; that emptiness in your eyes that couldn't even be filled by the overflowing tears that stained your cheeks.
She considers waking Cassian--he always was better equipped to handle the emotions of others but you're already gone, disappearing behind the door without even saying goodnight. Something about the interaction forces her to linger, smutty book long forgotten as she waits to see you creep out that same room ten minutes later.
You're dressed to better accommodate the weather now. Thick leathers insulating body heat while subconsciously providing much needed compression--the tight fabric mimics comfort in its attempt to hold together the broken bits of you shoved inside.
Nesta's lips part, a million possible words resting at the tip of her tongue but you're quick to intercept, tone numb and alarmingly empty. "Don't wait up."
--
Being alone was supposed to be relaxing.
Distracting, at the very least.
But, all you could feel was the cool prickle of awareness at the back of your neck the whole time you sat at the edge of the mountains that overlooked the Sidra. Each time you'd slow your breathing and attempt to regulate the unusual beat of your heart with the captivating view of Velaris at night. While most were inside, the homes that resided there were full of life; lights glowing golden through their windows, laughs ebbing through the woodwork and creating a sense of serenity that refuses to wash over you as well.
Eyes narrow, shoulders squaring and fingers twitch for the sharp daggers strapped to your thighs. The thick trees youâd come through seems far less attractive now, branches craning out like grabbing hands with gaps of murky darkness that resembled giant mouths waiting to swallow you up. âNesta?â
The chuckle that breaks through the clearing is anything but feminine. âNot quite.â
It happens too fast--the hand that smacks over your mouth to mute the startled scream that rips free. You push against the solid wall of a body stationed behind you, attempting to sway his stability in order to break free but a sharp sting in your neck renders you still.
The burn that follows is instant and before you can stop it, the unforgiving darkness becomes all you know.
--
The palpable tension at breakfast is suffocating.
Azriel's seething brood casts angsty shadows along his strong build, creating a visible wall between himself and his High Lord after the stern conversation he was forced into the night before. It runs on repeat in the shadow singers mind, the order given to back off on his affections towards the middle Archeron sister.
It seems cruel. A sick form of punishment that Azriel can't quite wrap his mind around because who was really in charge of the tragectory of his life? Azriel ? Or his High Lord?
The mere thought has his teeth grinding in silent contempt, his gaze flickering around the table before landing on the bare spot directly across from him. His brows furrow, confusion briefly sweeping away the rage as he considers the time--your usual schedule and the words leave his mouth before he can stop them. "Where is she?"
A brief pause, the casual conversation slowing to a halt until Azriel catches a glimpse of something on Nesta's face--a strain of guilt he'd seen a million times on a trillion different faces. "Left earlier this morning." Polished silverware scrapes at fine china, pushing aside food that her body refuses to indulge in. "Said she was going for a walk."
Discontentment settles into Azriel's bones--a feeling he struggles to understand and Nesta's answer only exasperates the unsteady sensation.
"In this weather?" Grey clouds are thick in the sky, shades of slate and granite completely masking the sun as relentless rains pour down from above. "When was this?"
"Around three."
Cassian swears lowly from beside his mate, a sturdy hand resting at her shoulders but the regret lacing his features speaks plenty about the decision to stay quiet for so long. It was too dangerous, especially after the last few meetings Rhys had with Kier in Hewn. Change took time and the Steward and his men were complaining about that change taking too long. Hateful words were thrown in the name of the people of Hewn City and how they had desires too; dreams of a better world for themselves and their children but the High Lordâs better judgement rose question to the other consequences that could arise from giving what they were asking for. "Ness that was nearly eight hours ago."
The screech of Azriel's chair draws attention, a sudden boost of fuel being injected in his veins. "Did she tell you where she was going exactly?"
Nestaâs tone turns into vitriol, a subconscious reaction to the guilt that gnawed at her bones for not seeking for you sooner after finding you in your state. The reminder of tears streaming down your face flashes behind her eyelids; the choppiness of your words through labored breathing. How desperately youâd attempted to wrangle it together just long enough to make it to your room and suddenly the eldest Archeron feels that familiar uselessness creep beneath her skin. âShe didnât leave me a map with a drawn out routeâshe just said she needed air.â
âWhile crying?â It wasnât intentional, Rhysand seeing the flash of memory that Nesta had unknowingly projected; her mental walls caving for just a fraction of a minute before the iron doors had regained their formidable security. âWhat happened?â
âI donât know,â Silverware clatters against the table, staining table linen in strawberry jam but no one seems to give a shit when the severity of the situation behinds to settle over the room. Nesta runs a hand against the material of her dress, smoothening out wrinkles and creases in order to avoid all of the eyes settling over her face. âI was just going to the library to read and we bumped into each other. She came from the balconyâI offered to walk her to her room but she justâŠâ A sigh pulls free, jaw setting tightly. âI let her go.â
âNesta.â Feyreâs slow shake of her head holds enough disappointment to have Nestaâs shoulders squaring on the defensive.
âIâm not some evil bitch, I waited up!â She seethes, the beginnings of those silver flames lapping at the steely grey of her eyes but the fight within isnât truly directed towards Feyre or anyone else but herself. Because sheâd felt the exact moment that you walked from the doors and winnowed away, that sheâd made a grave mistake. Nestaâs shoulders sag, fingers bunching unforgivingly into the inky linen cloth until she felt the tips of her nails digging into the polished mahogany underneath. âI waited.â
Azrielâs already out of the room without a word.
He didnât have a right to shame her because Azriel had a feeling he knew what sent you running.
His teeth grind together when thinking back to the night before when he and Elain had scuffled off onto the balcony at the witching hour; hoping their sins would be shielded by the dark cast of night. Too caught up in one another to consider another already occupying the space.
And, no matter how many times Azriel brushed his fingertips over the soft curve of Elainâs cheeks or vyed for a fleeting touch when passing in the hallwaysâthe kiss he thought he wanted lacked the spark he was sure would flicker to life when lips grazed.
Heâd pulled away so abruptly, brows furrowing in a stark line discontentment that was visible to anyone with eyes and then he heard the broken whimper of a gasp.
Itâs been too easy to pass it off as Elain and far easier for him to forget about it altogether after Rhysand had found an embarrassed Elain rushing back to her room with flushed cheeks and an unsteady gait. Heâd never heard his brother shout so loud, the veins in his neck protruding as he ordered Azriel to never even look her way again. That if a quick fuck in the dead of the night was what he desired then Azriel should wander along the cobblestone streets of Velaris and find himself a suitable pleasure house and pay for it.
The words act as fuel, Azrielâs senses working on overdrive; shadows scrying for information faster than ever before until theyâd returned with something he could work with.
Dropped neatly in his palms were the cool steel of your twin blades that never left the secure holsters forever strapped to your thighs.
And they were soaked in your blood.
â
You recognized the suffocating dank smell that tended to fester when stuffed so far beneath the earthâthe perfect dungeon.
One youâd been in countless times before, wearing that shadowy mask of indifference when masquerading as the soulless monster that became necessary to survive while in Hewn City. It took decades of assistance by Azrielâs side; an apprentice of sorts when the bounds of your affections had just begun testing its limitsâwondering to see just how far youâd go just to be near him.
To get him to notice you. Your mate. Yours. Yours.
All of that seems so foolish now. Insignificant compared to the dire situation youâd found yourself entangled in.
Sharp twinges of pain throb up your neck, aches settling in from the uncomfortable position and itâs a strain when you shift in attempts to take in your surroundings. Fear lurches in your chest when your hands donât move, restrained by chains that had you hung up like a prized hog after a fresh hunt.
Not good. Not good. Not good. So, not good.
âI always did love that look.â Immediately your spine goes ramrod straight, fingers clenching into fists over the cool bite of the chains as that voice washed over you like a bucket of water. Refreshing on your own terms and a horrible wake up call when it wasnât. âWhen panic shifts into realizationâtruly a sight worth capturing. Especially when attached to such a delicate disposition.â
Delicate?
Youâd never once used that word in ordinance to yourself.
Hearing it now, under such circumstances makes your heart lurch, itâs beat untamed against your ribcage and it takes every bit of strength left to smooth that look of utter calm across your features. âCome a little closer, let me show you how sweet I can get.â
The underlying threat is easily palpable and Kier is wise not to follow the bait; aware of the wounded animals ability to put up a considerable fight and heâs too coward to brawl fairly. âAs tempting as that is, it wonât be me who plays with you tonight.â Your teeth bare into a snarl, pure promise rumbling from your chest and the sound encourages a chuckle from the male.
Heâs not close enough to injure; to swing the brunt of your weight around for a well-timed kick that you knew would disable long enough to figure a way out of these damn restraints. But even with the distance between you, the resemblance between this male and Mor was striking. Sheâd inherited the shape of his lips, even if the words she spoke were far sweeter than the shit spewed from her predecessor. More similarities are spotted during your scrutinizing evaluation of him; the line of his nose, the shade of his hair, the confident air that oozed from his formâno matter how misplaced it was.
âIâll kill anyone who dares lay a finger on me.â
âSo much fight in you,â Kier all but croons, his eyes raking across your body in a way that was less than savory. âI canât wait to see how long it lasts.â
Breathe.
Years of training beside the spymaster had prepared you for this very moment and itâs easier to drift back into the memory of just another session; before things had gotten so complicated and heâd just been a friend eager to teach if you were willing to learn. Countless times youâd been in a similar situationâyou, waking up tied up to some chair with ropes securing every possible joint in place and Azriel would leave you there as long as it took for you to figure your way out of it.
Allow the thrum of your heart be the beat that keeps you focused.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
Relax and take in your surroundings. Notice things no one else thinks is important because that could be the one thing that keeps you from an untimely death.
The cell wasnât very large, four stone walls covered in grime and mildew with just enough space for two grown men to fit semi-comfortably. No windows. One door with a thin slot at the top large enough for two eyes to peer inside. No fire. No light. No warmth. No breeze, just stale, dank air that tasted of iron when your breathed in too deep.
Just stay alive long enough to get help.
âWhat do you want from me?â
Kier inhales a greedy breath, his chest expanding in the ornate armor worn. It glistens even with no lightâproving that even with his privileged title, he was never the one who got his hands dirty. âMany things,â He finally confessed, the words airy and nonchalant. Heâs too cocky. Too comfortable. âBut first, I want you to tell me about the Cursebreakers sisters.â He dares a step closer, arms crossed casually behind his back as a dark look begins to worm its way into his eye. âI want you to tell me everything you know about the Made ones and the power they stole from the Cauldron.â
Breathe. Focus on your heart beat. Stay alive.
Breathe. Focus on your heart beat. Stay alive.
Breathe. Focus on your heart beat. Stay alive.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
A smile works its way across his faceâone so familiar it taints good memories with its stain. âI hoped youâd say that.â Kier walks past, the smell of his cologne burning your nostrils and you couldnât imagine ever smelling tobacco and ash, bergamot and oakmoss without gagging ever again.
One knock on the thick steel door and slender male with hair like soot and eyes like a raven enters.
Your face remains a blank slate. Even as you take in the rubber material of his apron and the sturdy material of his leather boots. Well used gloves cover his hands and tucked under his left arm is a rawhide holder filled to the brim with all kinds of terrifying treats.
Breathe. Focus on your heart beat. Stay alive.
âWho are you?â
He takes his sweet time answering. Making a show of neatly setting down the holder and undoing the braided leather straps holding it in place. âYou can call me the Butcherâeveryone else does.â
âHow original.â A thick swallow to quell the nerves; to shove away the shake that threatened to disturb your carefully curated cadence. The chains rattle as you shift, the tips of your toes just barely skimming the cool ground beneath you but not quite enough to relieve your wrists of the burden of bearing the entirety of your weight. âWell, Butcherâcome make yourself useful and loosen my chains, will you? Itâs starting to chafe a bit.â
His head shakes in his denial, barely acknowledging the departing Steward and the heavy thud of the shutting doorâa lock sliding into place. âYou donât really want me to do that.â For donning such a threatening title, the Butcher is deceivingly soft-spoken. It sends your nerves into a fritz, triggering your fight or flight and for the first time since your eyes had opened and the darkness had waned; that delicately woven web of control slips from your grasp. âIf youâre as stubborn as I think you are,â The sharp ring of metal twangs through the air and in his grasp is a perfectly polished knife a little too curved to be considered a scalpel. âYouâll need something to hold onto. It helps with the painâŠfor a time.â
Breathe.
âThen letâs just get this over with, shall we?â
Butcher chuckles low under his breath, full lips concealed by an ever fuller beardâthe only thing about him that wasnât perfectly trim and proper. âNot a fan of foreplay?â
Fingers curl around the cool bite of thick chains, your chest rising and falling in a steady pattern as you began to dissociate. An attempt to keep your mind as protected as possible from whatever was to come. âIâm more of a rip-the-bandaid kind of girl.â
Death clings to the pristinely polished rubber of his apron, the creak of his gloves filling the space as worn fingers ready around the hilt of his weapon. âYou know,â Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth. Disappear off into that numb place deep, deep within your mind. Ignore the bite of the blade poking around already sensitive wounds. âUnder entirely different circumstances, I think I mightâve actually liked you.â
The switch flips so fastâtoo fast for you to catch but itâs impossible to miss the devastating burn that ripples through you as flesh is severed, muscle flayed and so, so much blood spilled.
Itâs hard to keep track of how much time passes down here without access to windows and youâre certain that itâs intentional, aiding in the psychological aspect of their torture.
Relax and take in your surroundings. Notice things no one else thinks is important because that could be the one thing that keeps you from an untimely death.
The masculine baritone of Azrielâs teachings repeated like a mantra in your mind until it becomes the only thing distracting you from the sound of your flesh tearing, your blood drip, drip, dripping a misshapen puddle beneath you.
You force yourself to keep conscious, mentally noting anything your eyes are able to latch onto. Insignificant things; ebony hair, umber skin, a brand burned into the middle of Butcherâs left wrist in a symbol half-obscured by his gloves.
Thereâs a block on your powers, not quite faebane in its most lethal dose but paired with the wards humming against the walls, you knew using magic wouldnât be an option for you. âTell me about the Made ones and I can stop.â
âI donât know anything.â
Just stay alive long enough to get help.
âYou live there with them,â Butcher goads, crooked teeth exposed when gritted into that grimace of a sneer. Leather creaks under the playful twist of his wrist, the sharpened blade carving at muscle and obliterating sinew until you swear it reaches bone. âYou share drink and food, you fight beside them in battle and you expect us to believe that secrets arenât shared as well?â Every breath is ragged, a sheen of sweat coating your skin and unruly hair sticks to the curve of your neck. âTell me what you know before I decide to get a little more creative in my methods.â
âEven if I did know anything, why the hell would I tell you? What would Hewn scum do with such knowledge?â
Your words have nicked a nerve, robbing the Butcher of that soft-spoken charm and replacing it with something more sinister. âYou say the same thing to that bastard Illyrian youâre always seen around?â
A brow quirks, furrowing ever so slightly as it became more and more apparent that this was more than some spur of the moment kidnapping. Their questions, the desire to keep you immobile and battered but not enough to render you unconsciousânot enough to be fatal. For whatever reason, they needed you alive and judging by the desperation that claws its way to the edges of Butchers voice, his curses and demands falling on deaf ears as your mind runs on overdrive to accumulate all the information you could before it was too late.
Each breath grows more labored, lashes fluttery and thick with exhaustion but just when it feel like too muchâwhen you feel like giving up and succumbing to the sweet oblivion.
The rake of talons brushes against your mental walls. A cautious prod, testing your durability and utter relief washes over you when that feline lilt floods your consciousness. âWeâre coming, just stay awake.â
The syllables barely reach your ears, sound faded by the obnoxious ringing that refused to subsideâa side affect from all the fucking screaming and shouting. Swears slurring together the longer you snapped at the male before you, knees jerking and wounds barking in agony when the heel of your foot smashes so hard into his nose, his skull caves in; limp body dropping to the floor with a thud.
Itâs all the strength you have in you and the death-grip you have around the chains is released all at once. Time moves in slow motion as you dangle there, vision darkening at the edges and that thrum of your heartbeat loud enough to distract you anymore. âRhys they wantâ they wantâŠâ
So much blood oozes from your wounds, drenching your leathers all the way through and you were definitely feeling the affects. Your vision blurs, lids going lazy with just enough time to hear that voiceâAzrielâs voice bellowing your name. âStay alive.â He mutters over and over and over when heâs finally reached you, adrenaline pumping so high that he breaks the chains from their bolt with nothing more than his bare hands. âDo you hear me? Donât you dare fucking die on me.â
You swear you try to obey the command, desiring nothing more than to keep Azriel's attention after finally being front and center in it. But it just felt so safe held in his grasp, tucked so close to his chest while he rids you of your restraints and applies pressure to gaping wounds.
All you wanted was one second. If you closed your eyes just for a second to gather your wits then you'd wake up and everything would be okay.
It sounds like a good idea-- so good that you allow the peace to wash over you like a cool tide washing over the shore in the early days of the burning summer; ignoring the desperate shouts from a vignette of voices that fades in the background like the haunting final notes of a song.
â
Confusion crashes at you in unforgiving waves, memories --or were they dreams?-- flash behind your lids with each blink. A dull throb pounds behind your lids, aggravating your mental shields to the point where you feel them wobble with each breath.
"You should stay still." Azriel's saying without giving you time to clear through the dense fog plaguing your mind. Instead, he busies his hands with fussing over your blankets, carefully tucking bare toes and pressing a five finger grip on your sternum when you attempt to rise from the soft cushion of a mattress that certainly did not belong to you. "It took Madja a while to get you all stitched up. Are you in pain? She left ointments and a few tinctures."
He's graceful enough not to mention the owlish blink of your eyes and their befuddled examination of his room until the crackly rasp of your voice cuts through the space; both of you refusing to address the elephant in the room. "My head hurts a little."
"Yeah," Shadows fuss with warm rags, sweeping it over your forehead and dabbing it along your cheeks while others occupy themselves with filling a glass of water to offer. "Rhys will be by later to apologize for that, I'm sure."
Your brows furrow deeply, nose scrunching when you sip your water. "Apologize for what?"
"You were in distress. We thought you were going to--" Azriel abruptly cuts himself off, fingers curling into fists at his sides. "Rhys went in your mind, said that before you'd gone unconscious that you were trying to tell him something that seemed urgent enough to bypass the usual request to wait for permission."
Your heart begins to pick up speed in your chest and suddenly the desire to rise from this bed and run away was becoming horribly intense. Legs shift under the weight of a duvet that didn't belong to you, attempting to hide the way your sore muscles sink into the overwhelming scent of night-chilled mist. "Okay...and what did he see?"
"He saw you get taken," Azriel turns his back to you, expertly avoiding your eyes but the nervous energy buzzing off his skin was unmistakable. "He watched them carve you up and torture you for information about Nesta and Elain." The stabilizing breath he takes shakes his shoulders, the strong line of muscle barely concealed by the tight stretch of his leathers--leathers still stained in the blood of those who'd spilled yours, no doubt. "Rhys said that you didn't say a word. You didn't give them a thing."
"That's good, right?" A pillow is fluffed behind you, shadows doting on every need. "Then, why do you sound so upset?"
"Why do I sound so upset?" Azriel cruelly mocks, his aurate gaze positively smoldering with rage when they land on you. "Because, you almost died! You almost died in my fucking arms before I ever got the chance toâ. What the hell were you thinking?"
The beating you'd endured does nothing to quell your fiery spirit, eyes lighting with life and lips running a mile a minuteâtoo fast for your logical brain to keep up with. "I was thinking that they wanted information on your precious, little girlfriend." You all but spit out, childishly pushing away the comfort the duvet from your legs as you attempt to shuffle from Azriel's bed without disturbing the tight wrap of your bandages. Why the hell were you in here anyway? "I was thinking that maybe, it'd be easier for them to fucking butcher me rather than watch what would happen to you if it were Elain there in my place."
Silence stretches along the hardwood floor, cloaking up the length of the walls and muting out the low crackle of the fireplace; its flame gentle and calm in the midst of an emotional storm. "I almost wish you would've let it be her." Azriel fills the void, finally mustering up the courage to face you. "I could've survived that and whatever consequences came along with it because my mate takes precedence above all."
Just like that, all the spitfire youâd prepared in retaliation absolutely dissipates after hearing those two words. âYour mate.â
Azriel doesnât confirm with words. Instead, he searches inside for the humming gold thread wrapped taut around his ribs, just above his heart and pulls. Fucking yanking at it with all his might and something sparkles in his eye when your body jerks in retaliation.
âYou know?â
âHow long have you known?â
Your heartbeat hammers against your ribcage, threatening to carve out a hole if thatâs what it took to get to its other half. âA while.â
âAnd youâve said nothing.â He says, tone sounding almost defeated. âWhy wouldnât you have said anything?â
âBecause, Az,â The shadows have seized their tireless caretaking, sliding back into place beside their master as you lose the ability to accept the tender affection. âYou wouldnât have chosen me. Not before Mor and certainly not before Elain.â Youâre quick to bristle over that part, not leaving any room for the spymaster to interrupt no matter how expressive his face became. âBesides, the bond is a choice not a burden and thatâs what it wouldâve been for you if I spoke up about it.â Pure determination is what allows you to bear the brunt of your weight , willing yourself to appear strong in the face of the male who could render you to cinders if he so pleased. âNow, if youâll excuse me, Iâd really like to shower the dungeon smell off of me.â
A childish whine of a noise is ripped from your throat when Azriel huffs out a breath, murmuring something about you being stubborn as hell before carefully picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. It's embarrassing, a furious blush burning at the apples of your cheeks as he starts the shower, adjusts the temperature and slowly sets you down. "Thank you for that but you don't have to do this. I can handle cleaning myself."
"You can barely stand on solid ground on your own."
"I'll manage."
"I know. What I'm saying is that you don't have to." You nearly faint on the spot when Azriel crouches down in front of you, his hands shaky but sure when unlatching the difficult ties of your fighting leathers. His teeth grit together when the fabric is loosened and carefully worked down your thighs, over your knees and tugged away from your ankles. "Just let me help."
Azriel is nothing short of respectful, you notice. He doesn't sneak salacious peeks at the endless expanse of bare skin that he exposes. Doesn't once mention the tremble of your breath or the way your fingers seem to bite into the flesh of his arms whenever a new article of clothing is removed and dropped to the floor. Even after he's eased you into the shower stream; standing before him, perfectly presented on a soaking wet platterâhe keeps his eyes trained on your face.
Shadows thicken over sensual bits, providing a shield between you and the male diligently applying soap to rag. Each drag of the slightly rough material against your skin releases a tension you hadnât noticed youâd been carrying and all you can do is watch as he rids your skin of the thick film left behind when magic was used to clear away muck.
Eons must past before words are spoken, a this time Azriel is more intentional when he chooses them--more intimate when he relays them. "I'd always hoped for a mate. Ever since I was a boy and my mother told me stories about two halves scouring the world to finally become whole again." You're malleable under his care, pliant when he lifts your arms to scrub underneath and damn-near boneless when he turns you with slippery hands to slowly work the knots from your back. "I had always hoped that one day, I too, would find my equal." Azriel clears his throat, returning back from whatever memory he'd been sucked into but the massage doesn't stop; it only drags lower. "Then so much time had passed and I started to wonder if I couldn't find them because I wasn't being forward enough but that only lead to misplaced affections and unfulfillment."
"Azriel, I'm not sure if I really understand--"
"I felt something for youâsomething stronger than friendship but I pushed it away. I ignored it and looked elsewhere because I can bare not being as close with Mor and itâs as easy as breathing to never see Elain again but losing youâruining the peace I feel when Iâm with you wouldâve broken me.â
Tears well in your eyes, a thickness welling in the back of your throat and your skin burns where his fingers touch, lingering near the dip of your back and just barely curling around the curve of your hips. âAz, you donât have to say any of this to make me feel better. I just wanted you to be happy. I want you to be happy.â
âThen, please donât reject it.â His warmth ripples over every inch of you, your neck craning to make room for the forehead he helplessly drops in the crux of your shoulder. The perfect line of his nose drags along the curve of it, inhaling the soothing notes of your scent mixed with his body wash. âDonât reject meâthis is all Iâve ever wanted.â Finally his fingers curl around your hips, the grip gentle but oh, so claiming. âCanât you feel it? This rightness.â
Raw emotion swims in the amber tones of Azrielâs eyes when you turn in his arms; searching within those rich shades to find any detection of a lie.
Not one reaches your radar.
The line of your vision drops, creeping down his nose until it fixates on the plush pink of his lips. Instinct takes over, offering a gentle nudge until the space between two is eaten up and breath becomes shared as a line was about to be crossedâa prophecy fulfilled.
When Azrielâs lips finally brush against yours, itâs like a coil snaps, unleashing an animal he hadnât known existed. Sure, he had plenty of experience with childish crushes and boyish infatuation. But this, Cauldron, it nearly takes his breath away with its intensityâthe burning desire that rips through his veins like a forrest fire.
One kiss bleeds into two hands desperate to acquaint themselves with your body until all that mattered was you, your spymaster and the sentient shadows protectively surrounding you both. âAzriel,â You all but keen in his ear, chest heaving and hips rolling into the hardness of him pressed against you.
âMate.â
A whimper cuts through your throat, neck craning to make space for the perfect bruises he was sucking into the skin there. âI want you.â
âYou have me,â He promises over the frantic beat of your heart, tongue laving over the soft fat of your breasts. âEven when my bones are rotting in the dirt, Iâll belong to you. My mate. Mine.â
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dom male reader with a like scary goth turned whore pls for my birthday (tmrw) đ€
Happy very late birthday (im so sorry đ) MINORS DNI!! top male reader,, Makeup ruined,,Collar/leash,,
Having the scary dog privilege when you both were outside was a blessing,,your boyfriend is a scary looking dude,,quite tall,,dark makeup that made his eyes seem even more empty with his clothes being entirely out of the norm,,
But little did people know that you get him on his knees every night for you,,his makeup running down his cheeks as he begs for your cock,,his face placed inbeweetn your thighs,,looking up at you with the sweetest most submissive expression someone could have!!
He would suck your cock so well,,his pretty eyes looking up at you with tears running down his hollowed cheeks,,his hands gripping onto your knees as he takes you so deeply!! Whimpering through his muffled mouth,,his tongue running across the underside of your cock as he pulls off of you
he would die if you wrapped a collar around his neck,,especially one with a tag on it to show your ownership over him!! He was just your very own fleshlight and he knew it and loved it,,it was what he woke up for,,
Pulling him around on his leash in public!! >âĄ< stumbling behind you with his bulge obvious through his tjght jeans,,even as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment he didn't seem to want to cover himself up as you dragged him around like a little puppy!!
Groping his chest as you poudned into him,,playing with his nipple piercings as he moaned like a little bitch underneath you!! His makeup completely ruined,,pulling on his dark hair would tame him instantly for you,,He would only wear his collar during sex,,he was yours and will always be your cumdumpster <33333
#{anon asks}#{h4rny ask}#{top male reader}#x top male reader#top male reader#dom male reader#x dom male reader#x bottom male character#bottom male character
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Alpha!Katsuki who is so agitated and aggressive although protective of Omegas even if their scents bother him. Roughly keeping them at arms length and openly snarling or grimacing at their scents as he saves or even just interacts with them.
Then there is you, an Omega who acts like an Alpha. Your scent is as strong as an Alpha, you're just as aggressive and have plenty of scars on your throat to show it. When someone thinks of a "traditional" Omega they think the opposite of you. In fact most people already assume your subgender is Alpha, you never correct them.
But you're not, you're an Omega. One with conflicting feelings of wanting to be soft and cozy but can't bring yourself to be less than combative. One who has several nests around your home in all your most comfy spots piled with blankets and stuffed animals you treat with care. An Omega who's given in and stolen her boss' smokey caramel shirt after a workout despite saying you can't stand his scent. An Omega who can't resist the urge to shove it into the nest on your bed as slick gathers between your thighs, naughty fingers toying with your throbbing clit through the fabric of your underwear until you're cumming so hard and so often you're panting. Borderline throwing yourself into a heat over his stupid sweaty shirt because his scent makes you feel safe, soft.
It's tempting to call out the next day but truly you were his front line, he hired you because of your bad attitude and snapping teeth. Because you could and would stand up to an alpha three times your size that demanded to see Katsuki even when they didn't have an appointment. You could handle yourself and you've proven it. Plus what Katsuki will never admit out loud is that he likes the way you smell, loves it. To him it makes sense he's only ever bedded two people and both were Alphas like he thinks you are.
Yet when you come in reeking of distress, shame, and arousal Katsuki finds his body moving on its own.
Pulling you by your lower back until your pelvis is flush with his before you can protest even as you lean away and accidentally expose your throat to him. His nose goes straight to your scent gland, inhaling to make sure it's you that the distress is coming from. The arousal
"Bakugou." You try to push him away but as the number one pro he's much stronger than you, not to mention his scent gland is right by your nose now. His spiced scent sweetening in an attempt to make you relax, pheromones he doesn't realize he's releasing as you fight your body from going slack in his hold.
On lookers stare and when bromine eyes meet them they flare. Lifting his face so they can see him bare his teeth as he pulls you into his office.
"Ya outta suppressants?" He growls and all his voice and strength do is spur on more and more of that arousal that wafts off of you in waves. Sweet floral spice that makes him dizzy as he tries not to get hard. He should let you go, he should step back, but he can't peel himself from your body. You feel good in his hands. Soft, round.
"I don't take any."
"Ya can't go into a rut in my office." He snarls but his lips are resting against your collar bones, "I've got extra in my desk."
"It won't be a rut." Your skin feels hot, so hot and with Katsuki smothering you it's only worsening the effects, the shame that burns when you admit out loud to your boss that you never corrected on what you are, "It's a heat."
Suddenly his massive body is rigid, you can hear him swallow thickly three times before you feel the hardness of his fat length against your leg
And that's enough to send any Omega nose first into a long overdue heat.
@kweenkatsuki-fics sorry it's so long đ
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Heyy queenn đđ I was wondering if you can do katsuki bakugo that talked so much shi abt how he was gonna beat our coochies up but then ends up moaning just as much or louder then usđ. Much loveđđ
shit talker katsuki, vocal too. ;> and imagine katsuki with a slight southern accent. spit
âyou wouldnt last three seconds with me, sweetheart. â hes bold, very bold. his pride made his ego swell, knowing his attraction to you and everything inside, â youd be begging for me to slow down.â
âyou sound so confident,â you chuckle, scrolling on your phone to hear his rambling. sure, youve seen his print.. and it aint no joke. his junk was a good size.. not long, but thick as hell. the perfect combo, the breeder cock. âyou never get put in your place, huh?â
âmy place? nah,â he chortles, a hand reaching down and shaking his cock through his jeans.. he looked good in the blue jeans. thick thighs just threatened to bust them.. shit. â not you, or anyone in that factâ has ever fucked me in a place.â
âweâll defâ see, katsuki.â you mumble, chewing on your lip and side eyeing him. he was inchinâ closer and closer, knowing he was into you, heavily. âyou act so high and mighty.â
âand you act like i wont fuck you dumb, baby.â
easier said than done,
once he was finally able to slip himself inside youâ he was goo. your slick was more of lube than anything, you know, the kind that make you reeallyy slick.. enough for his cock to always slip out when you rode his dick. you were draining him, his face flushed, blush on his cheeks and ears, he needed to be reminded how tight a woman can be. âwhatâs the matter, kats? look like youve seen a ghost..â you smirk down, watching him crumble beneath your fingers.
and one thing about it, he was so much louder than you. his âoh fucksâ to his âawe, shitsâ louder than when you moaned his name. his eyes focus hard on his cock disappearing inside of you, fist clenched and unclenched. âbâ baaabbyy..â he whined, his eyes crossing when you grind your cervix against his cock.
hes wanted this for so long.. needed you then and there when he saw you sway your hips with sero and mina to whatever spanish song sero listened to. he didnt remember the name, only knowing when he finally danced with you, it looked possessive.. like he had already claimed you.
âbaby, please,â he whimpered, squeezing your tits until he looked back up to you. âi begginâ you..â
âmm? begginâ fer what?â
âlet me come inside.. please.â he scoffed afterwards, his face turning embarrassed and he whimpered as you slowed down for a moment. âno, no no.. please dont stopââ
âgotta make memories, you know?â you giggle sly, pulling your phone out to press record. you aim to have both of you in the photo, having the device witness your.. tango. âyou said what, katsuki? you begging to nut in me?â
he growls, but feels your fingers squeeze his balls. âfuckâ yes..â he whimpers in defeat, sulking against the couch and having his throat whine when you speed up. âplease let me come in you.. fuck youre my bottomâ hâohhhh fuuuuck!â you fondle his balls, parting his lips next and letting a glob of spit into his mouth.
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svt and pussy slapping đđđąđąđąđđđ„đđđđđđđđđđđąđąđąđąđąđđ„đđ„đđ
(please please please ignore if uncomfortable)
seventeen slapping your pussy
WARNINGS: pussy slap, cum, dick slap mentioned, face slap mentioned.
seungcheol would do it unconsciously, maybe during the heat of the moment. the slight sting on your clit would catch you off guard, making you gasp and arch your back. âshit, did i hurt you?â heâd ask, concern flashing in his eyes. but when you moan and your hips buck up, he gets the hint.
jeonghan would do it for the first time when you slapped his face. it was a reflex, but it left him stunned for a second. âoh, youâre gonna get it now,â heâd say, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. without warning, heâd slap your pussy, the sharp sensation making you both gasp. âwasnât expecting that, huh?â heâd tease, and it quickly becomes a new habit.
joshua would be so uncertain at first. âare you sure?â heâd ask, looking almost concerned. âi mean, if someone slapped my dick, i donât think iâd like it.â but when you beg for it, his reluctance starts to wane. he gives a slight slap, barely more than a tap, but itâs enough to make you gasp. the surprise and pleasure in your eyes embolden him a bit. âlike that?â he asks, his voice low and uncertain. you nod, encouraging him to continue, and he gives another, slightly firmer slap, a small smile tugging at his lips as he sees your reaction.
jun would frown in confusion the first time you asked him to do it. âlike this?â heâd ask, giving a tentative slap. the sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and you nod, breathless. he watches your face closely, gauging your reaction. âdoes it feel good?â heâd ask, his curiosity piqued. each slap after that is more confident, and he quickly learns just how much you enjoy it.
soonyoung would accidentally slap your belly while trying to spank you. âoops,â heâd laugh, immediately embarrassed. but when he sees the way your eyes light up, he grins. âguess i hit the wrong spot,â he jokes, before aiming lower and landing a slap right on your clit. the sting makes you gasp, and he chuckles at the sound. âthere we go,â
wonwoo would do it during your first time together, maybe without even realizing it. the unexpected slap on your pussy makes you squirt, and he pauses, stunned. âdidnât know you could do that,â heâd say, a smirk on his lips. it becomes a regular thing for you, the rougher side of your intimacy something you both crave. heâd always follow up the slap with a deep thrust, loving the way your body reacts, the way you tremble and moan under his touch.
jihoon would be startled when you asked him. âslap it?â heâd repeat, looking at you confused through the mirror. but the moment he does it, the sharp sound echoing in the room, your reaction is immediate. you squirm, a desperate moan escaping your lips. âoh.â his fingers start to move faster, slapping your clit repeatedly. your moans grow louder, and his lips curl into a small, knowing smile. âlooks like i found a sweet spot,â heâd tease, his confidence growing with each slap.
minghao would use it as a form of punishment. when you moan too loud or canât stop squirming, especially in public places, heâd give you a sharp slap on your pussy. âkeep quiet,â heâd whisper, his voice low and commanding. the sudden sting makes you bite your lip, trying to hold back your sounds. each slap feels like a reprimand, but the way his eyes darken with desire lets you know he enjoys it just as much as you do. âgood girl,â
mingyu would do it just to see your pussy puffy and flushed, loving the sight before diving in to eat you out. he loves the contrast of the reddened skin and your arousal, the way it makes you look so ready for him. âso pretty,â heâd murmur before giving you a soft slap, then another. his eyes would sparkle with amusement and lust as you gasp. heâd continue, each slap followed by his tongue lapping at you, enjoying the way you react to every touch.
seokmin is a slapper, through and through. heâs slapped your face, your tits, your ass, your thighs, your back. and if you ask him to, idk, slap your earlobe, for him is an in. he was just waiting for you to ask him to slap your pussy because he wasnât sure if youâd like it. when you finally do, he grins. âfinally,â heâd chuckle before delivering a sharp slap. the sting makes you gasp, and he watches your reaction closely.
seungkwan would do it playfully, but your surprised reaction would make him pause. in reflex, youâd slap his cock back, both of you frozen in shock for a moment. âdidnât expect that,â heâd laugh, the situation too funny to be serious. but the way your body reacts, the flush spreading across your skin, itâs something new and exciting for both of you. âwant me to do it again?
vernon would give harsh slaps that make your sight go white. the sound echoes in the room, each slap sharp and deliberate. âyou like that?â heâd ask, his voice low and rough. you can only moan in response. heâd continue, each slap harder than the last, pushing you to the edge. âsuch a good girl,â heâd murmur, you like pain + pleasure, and he knows exactly how to play with it.
chan would give those light, fast slaps, just enough to stimulate your clit and make you cream. his hand and your pussy would end up covered in your slick, lines of cum connecting each slap. âfeels good, huh?â heâd tease, a cocky grin on his face. he loves the way you react, the way your body flinch into his touch. âlook at you, all wet and ready,â
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hi kiara! can you please make a continuation of âtheir act of intimacyâ but with gojo, toji, and sukuna? i melted the first time i read them with the other characters đ hope you have a good day ahead of you â€ïž
THEIR ACT OF INTIMACY?
featuring: gojo satoru. ryomen sukuna. toji fushiguro.
n. aaa thanku for liking the previous one! this is for you nonnie <3 didnât really proofread cause iâm running late on sleep lol. PART ONE HERE :0
GOJO SATORU. gojo finds it calming when you both take a shower together. however, his notion of "calming" may differ from the ordinary. instead of drowsing in warm water and doing all those private things such as soaping his back and shampooing his hair, you and him sometimes have other spontaneous ideas in mind.
as the warm water cascaded down, you couldnât help but feel a sense of closeness that's as comforting as it is exhilarating. satoru, with his irrepressible charm and mischievous grin, stood beside you, his presence filled the space with a playful energy.
"ah, feels like heaven," he sighed, whilst eyes gleaming with shenanigans. you chuckled, reaching for the shampoo. âdonât start a water fight again, satoru. let us enjoy a nice and relaxingââ
but before you could react, a splash of water hit you square in the face, causing you to sputter and laugh. âgotcha!" the man exclaimed, his laughter echoed through the tiled walls.
"itâs sooo on now!" you declared, retaliating with a splash of your own.
and just like that, the bathroom transformed into a battleground, with water flying in every direction as you both engaged in your playful antics. amidst the laughter and the splashing, there's an undeniable sense of joy that filled the room.
"careful, satoru," you warned, dodging his playful advances, "you're going to get soap in your eyes."
but he just grinned. "not before you get âem first, babe.â
and so, you guys continued your playful banter. soaked to the bone and grinning from ear to ear, gojo satoru defines his own calming moments with you.
RYOMEN SUKUNA. your boyfriend is a big guy, or so he believes before you swoop in and baby him. does he resist? yes. but will he eventually agree? absolutely.
the aroma of freshly cooked pasta filled the air as you stood in the kitchen. across the room, your boyfriend, sukuna, leaned against the counter, watching you with a bemused expression. you took a small portion with a spoon in hand, "say 'a' for me, sukuna.â
"hell nah.â his face was holding back the disgust. âyou know, i can feed myself, right?"
"come on, baby, just one bite," you urged, eyes pleading. he hesitated for a moment, then sighed, giving in to you. ânoâtsk, fine.â
âjust this once.â
as he reluctantly opened his mouth, you couldn't help but suppress a giggle at the sight of him being spoon-fed like a child. your boyfriendâs cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly swallowed the pasta, avoiding your gaze.
"see, that wasn't so bad, was it?" you teased, unable to contain your amusement.
he grumbled something unintelligible in response, but as you proceeded to feed him, he took every piece and never turned it down until the last bite.
TOJI FUSHIGURO. toji never declines your offer to groom him. he rarely takes attention to his appearance, whereas you insist on cleaning up him up and do it with your own hands. at first, he doesn't think of it as intimate thing because isnât it just about cutting and shaving? but as time goes on, he understands how much you value him and treasures the time you spent solely on him.
the soft glow of evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue over the cozy living room. toji sat on the couch, his unkempt hair falling into his eyes. you watched him from afar with a fond smile tugging at your lips.
âtoji,â you called out. âyour hair has gotten longer than the last time i remember.â he chuckled softly, already accustomed to this routine. "is it that time again?"
with scissors and a comb in hand, you approached him with a smile. âcâmere, sit down, baby.â
letting a shrug plus a grin, the man complied, settling onto the stool you'd placed in the middle of the room. as you draped a towel around his shoulders, his eyes met yours in the mirror.
"you know, i understand why you enjoy doing this so much.â he admitted, leaning back as you began to comb through his hair.
"you know why?â you replied, your voice soft as you worked. "it's about taking care of each other, babe. showing love in the little things."
he fell silent at your words, mulling them over as you continued to trim away stray strands. gradually, the tension seemed to melt from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of ease and contentment.
@uzurakis â requests are open! <3
#cant tell how much i enjoyed writing this esp gojoâs part ITS JUST SO GOOFY OF HIM#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#.writing#gojo satoru x reader#gojo fluff#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#gojo x you#gojou satoru x reader#gojo x y/n#jjk x you#jjk fluff#satoru x you#sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#ryomen sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x you#toji fushiguro#fushiguro x reader#jujutsu kaisen fushiguro#toji fushigro x reader#toji x you#toji x reader#toji fluff
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Chapter 21- Paradise
Summary: Now that you and Javi are married, it's time for you to enjoy two weeks of nothing but your three favorite "S's"- Sun, sand, and sex. Lots of Sex.
Word Count: 13.9K
Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, oral (f and m receiving) vaginal fingering, praise kink, marriage kink, big, fat, nasty, unspeakable breeding kink (WHOOPS), stopping birth control/starting a family, kind of semi-public sex (sex on the beach hehe), alcohol/drinking (y'all are getting wasted at the pool), I'm convinced these two can't have sex without getting caught (sorry, Chucho), Javi in a bathing suit, these two are so stupidly in love
A/N: ..... Hey.... Y'all remember when I actually wrote for this story.... đ I'm genuinely SO sorry that this chapter took me literal months to finish, but she is finally here!!! Thank you so much for all of your patience and the love you've shown these two even in this story's absence đ„ș I hope you enjoy these two horndogs on their honeymoon!!!
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âWe have all of our bags?âÂ
âYup.âÂ
âPassports?âÂ
âMhmmmm.âÂ
âPlane tickets?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âWeâre positive that we have-âÂ
âBaby, I promise, I triple checked everything this morning, itâs all waiting by the front door, all we have to do now is just wait for my dad to pick us up and take us to the airport, and all my wife needs to do is take a deep breath and relax.âÂ
My wife.Â
Even though you had been married for less than 24 hours, you knew the sentiment of finally getting to be Javiâs wife wasnât wearing off on you any time soon.Â
Javi smiled, playfully crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at you as you ran through your honeymoon inventory again, knowing damn well you looked like a fool in your frantic pre-traveling state. You more than trusted that Javi had everything the two of you needed before you left for the airport, but you just couldnât shake the fact that you felt like you were forgetting something, despite all your checks and re-checks.Â
âWell, your wife will be much more relaxed once we land after being trapped in a flying tin can and have two feet on the ground again.â You sighed, trying not to let your fear of flying override your excitement to finally arrive in the Bahamas later that day. âGod, I feel like I forgot to pack something important but I canât figure out what.âÂ
As you stared in frustration at your pile of suitcases, you could feel Javi sneaking behind you, flushing his chest to your back as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he rested his chin on your shoulder, planting a soft kiss on your temple.Â
âI think I know what it is.â Javi smirked, his kisses traveling down your jaw as he nipped at your ear, making you turn your head back toward him in confusion.Â
âOh, so now youâre a husband and a mind reader. That honestly will come in very handy.â You teased, giggling while you shifted around to face him, draping his arms around his neck as his hands traveled down your waist, reaching down to grab a handful of your ass. âJesus Javi, what in the world am I forgetting, because you seem pretty darn happy I canât remember it.âÂ
âYou really donât know?â Javi asked, almost mockingly, tightening his grip around your hips, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, the hot words of his breath dancing across your skin.Â
âNo, Mr. Mind Reader, I donât, and youâre making it very hard to concentrate and figure out what it is.âÂ
You were trying your best to genuinely let your brain run out its train of thought, but as Javiâs kisses across your collarbone became wetter and sloppier, trying to form any sort of coherent idea was practically impossible.Â
Javi paused for a moment, reaching both hands up to cusp your face, his broad hands cradling your jaw as his thumbs swiped across your cheeks, looking up at him to see the boyish grin spread from cheek to cheek.Â
âYouâre forgetting something because youâre forgetting to bring it on purpose. Something we threw away this morning, remember?âÂ
Oh shit.Â
You were forgetting something. Only, now that you finally remembered what it was, you couldnât be happier that you had forgotten it.Â
Your birth control.Â
As Javi watched your face quickly fade from confusion to delight, your grin was just about as wide as his, biting down on your lip to try and contain your excitement while your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.Â
The two of you could actually start trying for a baby.Â
âYou remember now?â Javi teased, laughing to himself at how wide your eyes had gone, practically beaming from the inside out at your husband, feeling butterflies swirl in your stomach and heat building in your core.Â
Leaning up, your mouth met Javiâs in a sloppy dance of tongues and teeth, lips crashing together in electric excitement, grabbing a fistfull of the fitted green t-shirt covering his chest and tugging him closer towards you.Â
âHow much longer until your dad is supposed to be here?â You rasped, already breathing heavily from your frantic kisses and anticipation.Â
Quickly, Javi looked down at his watch wrapped around his wrist, the gears turn in his brain, calculating if the two of you had enough time to do what he knew you were proposing.Â
âFuck- Like, 40 minutes?âÂ
Without saying a word, both of you agreed in silent, rushed nods that 40 minutes was enough time to give yourself enough of a buffer, and the risk definitely didnât outweigh the reward, knowing there was no way in hell that you could wait an entire plane ride and arriving at your hotel room to fuck.Â
In an instant, your mouths were crashing together again, Javi grabbing the underside of your thighs to hoist you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you back towards the couch in the living room, the back of his knees hitting the sofa as he collapsed into his seat, you still straddling his lap without ever parting your lips.Â
Javiâs hands crept below the hem of your shirt, shuffling it over your head and tossing it on the floor before shuffling your shorts and underwear off to join your top in a crumpled pile on the floor. Your hands worked rapidly at the waistband of Javiâs shorts, lifting up off his lap to push them down his thighs, revealing the hard and weeping mess his cock had already become since carrying you over to the couch, your cunt aching at the sight of his length and how desperately you wanted to be filled by it.Â
âGod, I wanna fuck you so bad.â You whimpered between your wet kisses, shifting yourself closer to hover over his dick, so turned on that you were convinced that your arousal was already dripping down your thighs at an embarrassing rate.Â
âBaby, you have no fucking idea.â Javi groaned, dragging his fingers through your folds, your body jolting at the sensation at the pads of his fingers rubbing over your clit, throbbing and aching under his touch. âJesus Christ, youâre so fucking wet.âÂ
Reaching down to wrap your hand around the base of his cock, stroking it a few times, you slowly lowered yourself down onto his tip, knowing that with your limited time and how turned on you were, you didnât want to feel anything besides the sweet sting of Javiâs stretch filling you to the brim.Â
The two of you moaned in unison as you sank down on his length, bottoming out until you had taken every inch of him, taking a second to adjust to his size before rolling your hips over his lap in figure eights.Â
âF-fuck, you feel so good, Javi.â You whined, circling your bottom half faster, the friction of the hairs at the base of Javiâs cock rubbing deliciously against your clit combined with Javi groping at your breasts, sucking at one of your pebbled nipples while he rolled the other between his fingers, making your breath hitch in the back of your throat.Â
Javi began to let his hips rut up into yours, thrusting his length deeper into your cunt as you rode him, his hands sliding down the sides of your body and wrapping around your ass, massaging the plump flesh between his fingers while his lips crashed into yours again, catching each otherâs muffled moans.Â
âF-fuckâŠâ  Javi whined, tightening his grip to try and maintain his composure as his thoughts began to flow straight from his brain through his mouth. âIâm gonna fuck you so full of me, Osita. Fuck a baby into you, get you pregnant, watch you grow our our kid and give us our perfect family.âÂ
âOh my god- fuck- yes. Please, Javi. Fuck, I want you to knock me up. I wanna- fuck- I wanna make you a daddy.â You moaned, running your hands through the dark curls of Javiâs hair as he began to pound into you even harder, his fingertips gripping your hips with bruising intensity as he guided you up and down his cock, the two of you both so lost in your own pleasure that you hadnât heard a faintly familiar voice echoing from the front door.Â
âJavi, Mija, I know Iâm a little early but I figured youâd rather get to the airport earlier than later!âÂ
Little did poor Chucho know that today was one of the few times in his life that he would regret showing up anywhere earlier than expected.Â
Surprised by the lack of response, despite the packed and stacked bags waiting by the front door, an unsuspecting Chucho kicked off his boots and began meandering down the entryway towards your living room, where and even more unsuspecting you and Javi were half dressed and sprawled across your couch trying to make a baby.Â
âJavier? Mija? Are you two ready to leave soon? I was hoping that- Oh Dios Mio!âÂ
âAHHHHHHH!âÂ
With Javiâs back to his dad as you sat in his lap, you were the first to lock eyes with your now father-in-law, your jaw practically falling to the floor as you let out a panicked shriek, causing Javi to whip his own head around, terror running through his veins as he frantically threw you off his lap and tried to cover the both of you with the nearest blanket he could find.Â
âJesus Christ, Pops!â Javi shouted, hands covering his face that had turned bright red in quite possibly the world's worst kind of embarrassment. âWhy are you here so early?! Please just, I- I donât know, for Christâs sake, please go wait outside!â He sighed, pointing towards the front door where Chucho had just regrettably entered from.Â
âHow was I supposed to know!? I figured I would be safe! Say no more, I will just go wait on the front porch. Aye, aye, ayeâŠâ Chucho replied, quickly scampering away towards the door, eyes peeled to the ground and arms up in self-defense, waiting until you heard the soft slam and clicking lock behind him before peering out from underneath your blanket shield.Â
âJesus fucking ChristâŠâ Javi groaned, hands still covering his face as you looked up at him, cheeks glowing beet red in embarrassment.Â
âPlease donât tell me your dad just walked in on us having sexâŠâ You winced, absolutely knowing the answer to your question, but still somehow praying that maybe, just maybe, you were imaging things.Â
â... My dad definitely just walked in on us having sex.â Javi sighed, his face as almost as red as yours, scrambling to find your clothes scattered between the cushions, tossing them over to you, frantically trying to cover yourself up to save any ounce of dignity you had left.Â
âWell, looks like I am going to start walking to the airport because I donât think I can ever make eye contact with your dad againâŠâ You muttered, making you and Javi laugh just enough to try and ease the uncomfortable tension, wondering how in the world you were supposed to spend an entire ride to the airport with Chucho without wanting to crawl out of your skin. âI thought you said he was supposed to get here later!â
âWell thatâs what I thought too, but apparently not!â Javi grumbled, shuffling his shirt over his head, combing his hand through his hair to try and fix the mess you had made raking your fingers through it.Â
âGuess we wonât have any worries about getting to the airport on timeâŠâÂ
âGuess youâre right about that. Fuck meâŠâÂ
âSure you donât wanna start walking?âÂ
While Chucho, you and Javi had seemingly made a silent pact to not say a peep to each other the entire car ride for the duration of your drive, every passing second seemed more awkward and uncomfortable than the last, truly regretting your decision to not grab your bags and walk along the highway to try and catch your flight.Â
It wasnât until Chucho began pulling up to drop the two of you off that he decided it was time to break your truce, his eyes meeting yours in the rear view mirror as the two of you sat awkwardly in the backseat, bracing yourself the moment you could feel his mouth begin to open.Â
âYou know, the night of our wedding, Lucia and I just couldnât keep our hands off each other either, it was so-âÂ
âDad!â Javi interjected, his face physically scrunching in pain at the thought of how his father planned to complete the rest of that thought, trying to cut him off before he could get any further.Â
âLo siento (Sorry)! God forbid I try to do something to ease the tension!â Chucho chuckled, throwing his hands up in defense at his statement.Â
âI donât think where you were headed was the way to do that, Pops.â Javi muttered, letting out another deep sigh of embarrassment.Â
 âWell lucky for you, it looks like weâre here.â Chucho smiled, pulling into one of the parking spots outside of your gate and turning off the ignition. âHere, let me help you with the bags in the trunk and-âÂ
âNope, already got it, Pops, please do not get out of the car.â Javi begged, practically sprinting out of the backseat to the trunk, you quickly following behind him, beginning to sheepishly unload your luggage from the car.Â
Of course, Chucho being Chucho was not about to take no for an answer, slowly fumbling his way out of the car to greet the two of you at the trunk with a mischievous grin stretched ear to ear.Â
âPops, please, I told you Iâve got it, I-âÂ
âOh hush, Javier, I am just coming out to say goodbye, yo promento (I promise).â Chucho laughed, grabbing Javi by the shoulder, giving him a little shake.Â
âBye Chucho.â You grimaced, leaning in reluctantly for a hug. âThanks for dropping us off. S-sorry about earlier.â You couldnât help but wince again, eyes darting to the ground at your last sentence.Â
âOh mija, donât apologize. Could be worse.âÂ
âIâm not really sure how it could beâŠâ You whispered under your breath, just loud enough for Javi to hear, making him hold back a snort.Â
âBesides, I think this bodes well for my bet I have placed.â Chucho smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as the two of you looked at him in confusion,Â
âYour bet?â Javi asked, raising an eyebrow at his dad.Â
âMhmmm. The bet between me, your family, Mija, and the Murphyâs.âÂ
âAs much as I love a vague and cryptic guessing game, any chance youâre gonna tell us what that bet is?â You laughed uncomfortably, looking back between Javi and Chucho.Â
âOh, donât you worry, Mija. I think the two of you will know soon enough. Okay, enough of that! I will let the two of you go. Have a safe flight and a wonderful trip. I couldnât be happier for the two of you. Enjoy your first of your many amazing adventures as a married couple.âÂ
While you couldnât deny you still werenât far off from wanting to find the nearest hole and disappear in, you couldnât help but feel your cheeks warm at the sentiment of Chuchoâs well-wishes, placing your hand in Javiâs and squeezing it tight, beaming up at your husband with love and excitement.Â
âThanks, Pops.âÂ
âClaro (of course). Alright, mijos, adios. Have fun. But not too much fun, if you know what I-âÂ
âYup, we know exactly what you mean, bye, Dad!â Javi grunted, gently turning his father around and pushing him back towards the car making him laugh, giving the both of you one last wave goodbye before disappearing down the road.Â
âJesus Christ, Iâm glad thatâs overâŠâ Javi sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead.Â
âYou can say that again. What bet do you think he was talking about?âÂ
âHonestly, no fucking clue. And truth be told, right now, I couldnât care less. Because right now,â He paused, leaning down to hold your cheek in his palm, forcing your gaze up at him, âall I care about,â he paused once again, planting a playful kiss on your lips, âis getting my beautiful wife onto this plane so we can start our honeymoon.âÂ
âSay it again.â You smiled, pressing up on your tiptoes to kiss him back.Â
âMy wife. My beautiful, amazing, drop dead gorgeous wife, who has single-handedly made me the luckiest man in the entire world.â Javi smirked, biting down on his lip as his grip tightened around you, making you giggle.Â
âEasy there, Romeo, we still have a whole flight to get through, ya know.âÂ
Fortunately, your flight and arrival to the Bahamas was much less eventful than anything that had happened this morning, the embarrassment of your father-in-lawâs unfortunate timing quickly fading away as you strolled up to the front desk to check into your room for the next ten days of nothing but what you had deemed your three favorite âSâsâ-Â
Sun, sand, and sex.Â
Lots of sex.Â
âHi there! Welcome! My name is Cassandra, how can I help the two of you today?â A woman smiled politely from behind the check-in desk, quickly clacking away at her keyboard.Â
âHi. Weâre checking in for Peña.â Javi beamed, grabbing your hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over both sets of rings wrapped around your finger, knowing there wasnât a chance in hell heâd ever get used to the fact he was lucky enough to get to call you his wife for the rest of his life.Â
âPerfect! Let me get right on that.â She nodded, fingers tapping across the keys as she looked up your information. âAny special reason for your stay here?âÂ
âHoneymoon.â The two of you answered in sync, laughing to yourselves at your well timed response.Â
âWell why didnât you say that to begin with?! Let me see if I have anything I can upgrade you to for your stay!â Cassandra scoffed, almost comedically offended that your opening line hadnât been âItâs our honeymoon, upgrade our room please!âÂ
âOh, you donât have to-âÂ
âOh, honey, please. This is my favorite part of my job. Absolutely the least I can do for the two of you. Congratulations. Just give me one second here andâŠ. Ah! Yes! I thought this one was available. Letâs upgrade you to the Ocean View King Suite. This one is one of my favorite rooms. You get the most beautiful view of the sunrise right from your balcony!âÂ
You and Javi looked at each other beaming, grins plastered across your faces in surprise. âThank you so much, this is so nice of you to do for us.â You smiled.Â
âOf course. Least that I can do. Like I said, itâs one of the highlights of doing this job. Alright, well, here are your room keys!â Cassandra grinned, passing the key cards and room information over the concierge desk and handing them to you and Javi. âIf you head over to your right, thereâs a bay of elevators that will take you to your room. I hope that you two have a wonderful stay, and enjoy your honeymoon!âÂ
âThank you again, we really appreciate it.â Javi nodded, stuffing things into his pocket before leaning down to give you a kiss and reaching back to grab his suitcase and your hand in his.Â
As Javi turned, leading the two of you towards the elevator, you couldnât help but laugh at Cassandraâs face, her eyebrow playfully raised and head nodding in approval, pointing at Javi and giving you a thumbs up, as if you needed more confirmation that you had made a top-tier choice on the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â Javi smirked, tilting his head in confusion at your giggles as the two of you stepped into the elevator with the small crowd of people on their way back to their hotel rooms.Â
âNothing. Just some reassurance that I cleaned up pretty damn well in the husband department, which I canât say I disagree with.â You snickered, reaching up to wrap your hand around his jaw, squeezing his cheeks in your grasp.Â
âYouâre such a dork, you know that?âÂ
âA dork who is now your wife, thank you very much.â You sassed, crossing your arms over your chest, making the two of you laugh quietly to yourselves until the ding of the elevator caught your attention. âOh! I think this is us!â Quickly scrambling to grab your suitcase, you dashed out of the elevator as the doors parted, followed by Javi, trying to keep up with your excited pace.Â
âAlright, Mrs. Dork, weâre room 2331.â Javi grinned, pulling the information from the front desk out of his pocket, scanning the hallway for rooms approaching your number, watching you search in front of him with detective-like accuracy.Â
âOkay, letâs see, 2329⊠2330⊠Here! Here it is! 2331!â You beamed, showing off the number of your room Vanna White style to Javi as he began to slip the room key into the card reader, pausing for a moment to stare at you with his sweet brown eyes in the midst of your goofiness. âWhatâs that look for?â You teased, smiling back at him.Â
âJust reminding myself of how lucky I am. I love you, Mrs. Peña.âÂ
Mrs. Peña.Â
You couldnât help but let your heart skip a beat at the sound of him saying it, still not quite sure that the incredible reality of your new last name had completely sunk in with you yet.Â
âI love you too, Mr. Peña. Now, you gonna open this door so we can put this room to use or what?â You smirked, raising your eyebrow at him playfully, gesturing towards your hotel room door.Â
With a quick swipe of your room key the two of you unlocked your door to get a first glimpse of your hotel room. At first, the both of you were convinced you must have been in the wrong place, because this was the most beautiful, luxurious hotel room that you had ever laid eyes on. Complete with a giant king bed covered in fresh white sheets, free standing tub, huge couch and living room area, newly renovated, and most impressively, a huge set of sliding glass doors that lead to your balcony overlooking a breath-taking view of the beach and ocean below you.Â
Mental note to self- you owed Cassandra at the big desk the biggest thank you ever.Â
âHoly shit, Javi. This is gorgeous.â You muttered to yourself, dropping your bags off at one of the closets at the front of the room as you began to wander and explore, gently poking and prodding around as if you were a tourist in a museum, rather than a hotel guest in your own room.Â
âItâs got no lack of options, thatâs for sure.â Javi laughed quietly to himself, following behind you as he set down his own bags before doing an investigation of his own, the majority of which was spent watching you excitedly explore the inâs and outs of your new home for the next 10 days.Â
âNo lack of options?â You asked, tilting your head in confusion, as you turned towards Javi, hands resting on his hips with a smug grin spread from ear to ear.Â
âMmmhmmm.â He replied, making his way towards you until his hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest to force your gaze up at his brown eyes, pooling with an equal combination of excitement and mischief. âNo lack of options in this room for places I get to fuck my beautiful wife.âÂ
âYouâre so bad!â You teased, giving him a little slap to his chest as the two of you laughed, knowing that you had the exact same thought, he was just the first to say it.Â
âOh câmon, like you didnât think the same thing.âÂ
âOkay listen⊠youâre not wrong. I would be a liar if I didnât walk in here and think about how many different furniture choices we could fuck on before we had to leave.â You sighed in a playful defeat, your breaths slowly transforming to light and giggly to low and needy as Javi slid his hands resting on your hips down to your ass, palming it in his grasp.Â
Craning his head down to rest in the crook of your neck, you couldnât help but moan as he sucked at your pulse point, wet kisses consuming your neck and jawline as a damp patch began to pool in your underwear, falling apart under Javiâs touch.Â
âWell if thatâs the case, what should we break in first, Osita? What does mi esposa (my wife) want? â Javi hummed, slipping his hands under the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pushing them over your hips and down your legs until they pooled around your ankles, leaving your bottom half bare.Â
Snaking his hand between your bodies, you whimpered as his fingers ghosted over your core, grazing over your clit with just enough pressure to make you shutter in anticipation, feeling the slick of your arousal beginning to coat your thighs with want and need.Â
âF-fuck-â You stammered, trying to string together anything that resembled a coherent thought, âThe b-bed. Fuck me on the bed, baby, please.âÂ
Without another word, Javi had scooped you up under your thighs, forcing your legs to lock around his waist as he carried you toward the bed, mouths crashing together in a hungry mess of tongues and teeth.Â
Javi set you down, gently laying your back on the bed just enough to let your lower half hang off the edge so he could make a home between your legs, draping each one over his shoulders and pushing them open further to reveal the wet, puffy mess in between your thighs.Â
You should have been embarrassed with how worked up you already were from a few kisses and some ass grabbing, but with how excited you were to be here with your husband, without a worry in the world besides how many times you could disrespect your hotel room before you had to leave, you had no shame in how you were already dripping with anticipation as Javiâs eyes locked on your core.Â
âFuck, sheâs so pretty.â Javi cooed, admiring the glistening sheen of your slick covering your folds, planting gentle kisses along the soft skin of your thighs, creeping closer and closer to your center. You sat up on your elbows to watch as Javiâs fingers lazily traced your cunt, collecting your arousal, rubbing with just enough pressure to make your clit throb even harder than it already had been. âAlways so wet for me, Hermosa. My perfect wife. Fuck, I still canât believe youâre all mine forever.âÂ
âForever.â You whimpered, breath hitching in the back of your throat as Javiâs tongue dragged across your core with a broad, flat stroke, looking up at you with those devastatingly sweet, chocolate brown eyes, pulling off you with the look you knew all too well meant you were absolutely a goner.Â
âTastes so fucking sweet, baby.â Javi hummed, carefully bringing two fingers to your core, sinking them inside your weeping hole to prod steadily against your g-spotÂ
âOh my god, fuck-â You whimpered, Javi working at a painstakingly slow pace that still had you writhing under his touch, his mouth and fingers moving in the perfect combination of pressure to already have a tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine despite the fact he had just started eating you out.Â
Your jaw went slack as his digits prodded faster, his tongue swirling and flicking against your sensitive bundle of nerves, ragged moans and whimpers escaping from your lips, growing louder and more wonton by the second.Â
âThatâs my girl.â Javi cooed, pulling off you just enough to catch your attention, his fingers never faltering in pace, âFuck, I could listen to you like this all day, Osita. All the pretty noises my wife makes just for me. Câmon, baby. You want everyone here to know who makes you feel this good, huh? Tell them, sweet girl, who makes you feel this good?âÂ
âY-you, Javi, fuck- You do, baby.â You moaned, feeling your pussy begin to flutter around Javiâs fingers as his smug smirk pressed back against your cunt, now sucking at your clit with a ferocious switch intensity he knew would send you over the edge in an instant.Â
Squeezing Javiâs head between your thighs, you cried out louder, chanting his name like a prayer with each second you grew closer and closer to your end, feeling arousal creeping through your body at a rapid rate.Â
âJavi, Javi, fuck- Oh, baby, Javi, Iâm gonna- gonnaahhhhhhh-âÂ
In an instant, your orgasm crashed through you, filling you with all consuming pleasure that had you seeing stars, sobbing out as your cunt clamped down around Javiâs fingers that were pulsing inside you through your high.Â
At this point, you were probably close to suffocating your poor husband, but it was his own damn fault for knowing how to make you cum so hard, your soul just about left your body.Â
Finally regaining enough inhibition, you let your legs fall open, freeing Javi from the thigh prison he had trapped himself in, still smirking with delight despite his red face and shortness of breath.Â
âJesus Christ, Osita.â He laughed, standing up as he began to shed his clothes, tossing his shirt and shorts in a crumpled pile on the floor, followed by his already tented and stained boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock, slapping against his stomach and bobbing between his legs as it was freed. âYou tryinâ to kill me, baby?âÂ
âI could ask you the same thing.â You huffed, chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths as you came down from your high. âSorry, not my fault you make me cum so hard I put you in a headlock between my legs.âÂ
You and Javi both couldnât help but laugh as he helped you slide further up the bed, crawling over you and caging you under his broad body, peppering every inch of your body with kisses and intentionally tickling you with his mustache in all the places he knew made you giggle the most.Â
âIf I die between my wifeâs thighs buried face deep in her pussy, Iâd die a happy man.âÂ
âWell I have no plans on intentionally murdering you on this trip, so count yourself safe this time, Peña.âÂ
âBaby, Iâm convinced youâre just trying to kill me slowly this entire trip, considering you have nothing packed in your suitcase besides bikinis and sundresses.â Javi sighed, arms planted around your head as he laid overtop of you, kissing up your collarbone and neck, all the way up your jawline.Â
âJavier Peña, we are literally on a tropical vacation to the Bahamas. Would you have liked me to pack, a parka and snow pants?â You teased, breath hitching in the back of your throat between giggles, trying to maintain your composure between the wet, hot kisses, Javi was planting across your skin.Â
âNo,â He grumbled, âYouâre the hottest woman Iâve ever fucking met, baby, you donât think people arenât staring at you everywhere you go? I canât fucking blame âem, but they better notice that ring on your finger and know youâre off limits.âÂ
Heat crept through your cheeks, butterflies swirling in your stomach from what he had said, picking up on the notion behind his thoughts. Javi wasnât a jealous man, but fuck, was he a protective one, and God help any man who tried to knowingly make a move on you while he was around.Â
He wanted everyone to know you were his, and you just as badly wanted everyone to know he was yours.Â
âMaybe just the ring isnât enough, baby.â He smirked, nipping and tugging at your skin with his teeth as he snaked his hand between your bodies to stroke himself and line his cock up with your entrance. ââCause you know what else isnât in your suitcase?âÂ
Your birth control.Â
You didnât have to say a word to know exactly what Javi meant, your face swelling with a mixture of excitement and want.Â
âJavi, oh fuck-â You moaned, cut off by the sweet sting of Javi pushing into you, filling you up with every inch of himself until he had bottomed out, stalling for a moment to let you adjust to his fullness before slowly dragging his cock in and out of your cunt.Â
âMaybe,â he groaned, biting down on his lip at just how good you felt around him, warmth and wetness coating his length with each stroke, âMaybe that ring on your finger isnât enough, Ostia. Maybe once they see you pregnant with our baby growing inside you, theyâll know youâre mine.âÂ
It never failed to amaze you just how Javi knew how to make you short circuit with words alone, hoping the entire resort didnât hear the absolutely pathetic whimper you let out at the idea of finally carrying his baby, showing off your family to the world, and the man who had given it to you. Â
âFuck, knock me up Javi. Wanna- wanna make you a daddy.â You whined, wrapping your arm up around his neck, running your fingers through his dark and sweaty curls, tugging him closer to you until your mouths were molded in a messy clash of tongues and teeth.Â
âChrist- Yeah, baby girl? Fuck, Iâll give you whatever you want. Iâll fuck myself so deep inside you, itâs got no choice but to fuckinâ take. Keep you stuffed with my cum every day until it sticks.â Javi groaned, gritting his teeth as he grabbed the backs of your thighs, pushing them to your chest and pulling you closer to him so your back began to arch, giving himself the perfect angle to split you open and keep every last drop inside of you.Â
You could feel every inch of Javi filling you, perfectly punching against that soft, spongy spot inside your cunt with each thrust, keeping your thighs still pressed against your chest as the lower half of your legs wrapped around the small of Javiâs back, ankles locking together to keep him as close and deep inside you as you could.Â
âDĂĄmelo, papi.â You cooed, wicked smile stretched from ear to ear watching Javi physically having to stop himself to let out a strangled groan, clenching his jaw and scrunching his face to keep from busting right then and there. Â
âJesus, fuck-â Javi grunted, finally gaining enough composure to open his eyes and look back down at you beneath him, smugly smirking, âThatâs how this is gonna go, huh?"
The chocolate brown of Javiâs eyes began to darken with lust, dragging his cock out and ramming into you so deeply, a pathetic whimper fell from your lips, nearly knocking the wind out of your chest feeling him practically in your stomach. Your whimpers quickly turned to sobs as he did it again, slowly dragging his length out of your wet, warm walls before pounding back in to you with a blinding intensity.Â
Leaning down, Javi grabbed your arms, pushing them outstretched above your head until your wrists were crossed over each other and Javi had them both in his firm grasp, pinning you to the bed with the weight of his body and grip. It was like something feral had ignited inside him, brow furrowed and teeth gritted with a laser focus, snapping his hips to thrust himself deeper and harder, melting you to a helpless puddle beneath him, your cries of pleasure and desperation only egging him on more.Â
âYou want me to fill you up, baby? Then youâre gonna be a good girl and take every last fucking drop. Every. Last. One.â He huffed, syncing his words to each thrust, keeping a bruising grip over your wrists with one hand, and digging his fingertips into the meat of your hips with his other. âTell me what youâre gonna do for me, baby girl. Tell me whose pussy this is.âÂ
âItâs yours, Javi. Fuck, fuck, fuck- itâs yours, baby! I- oh shit- I promise Iâll be a good girl and take it all. Want you to fill me up, Papi.â You sobbed, arousal seeping through your veins as Javiâs cock punched against your g-spot over and over, each stroke faster and more intense, blinding your body with pleasure.Â
Your hotel room was drenched in the borderline pornographic sounds of skin slapping against skin, wet squelching of your pussy squeezing Javiâs cock tighter and tighter as you could feel the coil beginning to tighten in your stomach, crying out without any inhibition for your volume, Javi grunting and panting with equal intensity.Â
âThatâs my girl. You gonna let everyone hear who this pussy belongs to? Let everyone know that Iâm gonna fill you up and get you pregnant?â Javi mewled, watching the way your eyes were nearly rolling in the back of your head, snaking his hand gripping your hip down between your bodies to rub firm and frantic circles around your clit to help push you over the edge knowing how close you were.Â
As soon as the calloused pads of Javiâs fingers were pressed against your sensitive nub, you were seconds away from the brink of collapse, cunt clamping tighter and tighter around Javiâs cock, choking it with your velvety walls.Â
âYes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, Iâm so close baby. Donât stop, donât stop, please, fuckfuckfuckfuck!âÂ
Instantly, your orgasm crashed through your body, blinding white heat flooding your vision, pleasure shooting through every inch of you to the point you felt like you had left your own body. You could feel your body going limp beneath Javi, knowing he wasnât far behind you given all his tell tale signs as you soaked his length with your arousal.Â
Javiâs thrusts had forgone any type of rhythm, now sloppy and erratic, his balls tightening and tensing in his stomach, babbling and moaning in your ear, whispering sweet nothings before he found himself in the same state of you.Â
âThatâs it, hermosa. Cum all over my cock. Cum all over me before I fill up this tight little pussy so full itâs got no choice but to take. Oh fuck- Fuck, canât wait to get you pregnant. See you carrying our baby. Gonna make you the prettiest fucking Momma-ahhhhhhh, fuck!âÂ
With one final stutter of his hips, Javi was painting the inside of your cunt with thick, warm ropes of his spend, keeping himself flushed as tight as he could to your pelvis, making sure a single drop didnât escape as he plugged you with his cock, cumming so hard he couldnât help but whimper. The weight of his body slumped on top of you, syncing your heavy breaths, the sticky and sweaty sheen of your chests pressed together as Javi planted a slow and sensual kiss on your lips, swallowing your moans in his mouth.Â
âHoly fuck.â You half whispered to yourself, letting out a bliss-filled giggle.
âJesus Fucking Christ.â Javi panted, quietly laughing along with you, gently brushing the damp and wild strands of your hair out of your face, âFuck- You gotta be careful with that âPapiâ shit, Osita.âÂ
âOh yeah? And why would that be?â You teased, smirking as you raised an eyebrow at him and bit down on your lip, knowing damn well why.Â
âBecause if you keep that up, I donât think weâre ever leaving this room.âÂ
After dinner and giving a few more pieces of furniture in your hotel room a good test run, the two of you had happily called it a night on day one of your honeymoon, eager to explore the rest of the resort as the two of you rose with the golden rays of the sun beaming over the horizon of your ocean view window, flooding your room with warm and welcoming sunlight.Â
As much as the both of you were convinced you could have easily spent the next 10 days without leaving your hotel room, you made a pact that you would spend some time going to explore the rest of the resort after spending some much deserved post-wedding de-stressing in the sun by the pool, drinking as many mojitos and frozen daiquiris as you could stomach.Â
And as amazing as non-stop sex with Javi would have been, soaking up in the sun poolside with a drink on one side of you and a shirtless husband on the other, youâd say that this was a pretty close second.Â
âAnother one?â Javi smirked, eyebrows raised at you as his brown eyes peeked over the edge of his aviators, gesturing at your nearly empty glass.Â
âI mean⊠if youâre offering.â You giggled, tipsy after a few drinks and hours baking in the sun, happily holding out the remainder of your mojito for Javi to exchange for a new one.Â
âI think the bartender and I are about to be on a first name basis pretty soon.â Javi laughed, shuffling out of his beach chair, grabbing his empty cup along with yours to bring back with him to the poolside bar that had been visited a questionable amount of times by the two of you since you had gotten to the pool this morning.Â
âYeah? Are you gonna tell the bartender the frozen strawberry margaritas youâve been getting from him all day are for you and not for your wife?â You teased, pulling your sunglasses down to look at Javi, playfully rolling his eyes back at you.Â
âShut up. Theyâre fucking addicting. You had one, can you blame me?âÂ
âIâm just giving you a hard time, Mr. I Wonât Drink Anything But Beer and Whiskey. Donât worry, your secretâs safe with me. Although, Iâm sure Steve would get a kick out of knowing youâve downed like, 7 of these since weâve gotten here.âÂ
Setting down both of the drinks, you found yourself in a fit of squeals and giggles as Javi reached down to scoop you up out of your chair, carrying you bridal style to the edge of the pool before jumping in with the both of you, the refreshing cool of the pool water crashing over you as your bodies bobbed under the surface.Â
âPendejo!â You laughed, splashing Javi as your heads peered above the edge of the water, Javi shaking his hair, damp and clinging to his forehead from your added assault, grabbing you by the waist before you could go any further, shifting you to wrap your legs around him as he held you, childishly swaying you through the water.Â
âTe amo, esposa.â (I love you, wife) Javi teased in a mocking tone, responding to your name calling.Â
âJokeâs on you, because I wanted to get into the pool anyways. Youâre lucky youâre handsome. Mojito me, Peña.â You splashed again, rolling your eyes at his over exaggerated kiss before he swam away, shooting you a wink while he waded his way to the poolside bar.Â
It wasnât long before Javi was making his way back, a drink in each hand, happily handing you your mojito as he got to the edge of the pool where you were sitting, lifting himself up to sit beside you and take a swig of his margarita.Â
âMiss me?â He smirked, raising his eyebrows at you.Â
âTerribly. Most agonizing 6 minutes of my entire life.â You teased, playing into the dramatics as Javi picked up your left hand, admiring the diamond ring and wedding band adorned on your finger before gently kissing it.Â
âSorry to keep my wife waiting. I hope that youâll accept this mojito as a token of my apology.âÂ
âI think thatâs a fair enough compromise.âÂ
After a few more hours and several drinks later, it was safe to say that you and Javi had definitely both been in better states than you currently were, too far gone to care about the potential consequences of tomorrowâs hangover to stop yourselves.Â
âWhat time do you think it is?â You asked, sunkissed body sprawled out across the pool chair.Â
âWife OâClock.â Javi answered, snickering to himself at his answer.Â
âJavier Peña, thatâs not a real time, you dork.âÂ
âHalf past mojito. A quarter âtil my next margarita.âÂ
âJesus ChristâŠ.â You paused, one of the life guards crossing behind you catching your attention, âHey, excuse me! Do you know what time it is?âÂ
âUhhhhh, looks like itâs almost 6!â The lifeguard replied, looking down at his watch before continuing on his path.Â
â6?! Oh shit!â You gasped, sitting up straight in your chair.Â
âWhat? Whatâs happening at 6?!â Javi inquired, seemingly less concerned with whatever was supposed to be happening then that had you so riled up.Â
âJavi, we're supposed to be at dinner right now! We made reservations at that italian place, remember?!â You grimaced, frantically starting to grab the towels and clothes you had scattered around the pool deck.Â
âOh fuck! Shit, uh- okay, here, lemme help you!â Javi joined in on the gathering of any item that belonged to you that he could find, tossing it into the bag you had brought down with you, hoping that you didnât forget anything that had come with you to the pool.Â
While the haphazard gathering of items was a good enough sign to any onlooker that you and Javi were more than likely intoxicated, the both of you didnât realized just how drunk you were until you both tried to stand up out of your beach chairs, grabbing on to each other in a wobbly dance of giggles. Â
âWoah, I think I drank a little lotta margaritas.â Javi stammered, laughing to himself.Â
âFuck, I did too. Jesus, how many do you think we had?â You giggled, face scrunching in anticipation of the number that was definitely going to be higher than you had intended when you came to the pool this morning.Â
You could see Javi trying to drunkenly calculate his trips to the pool bar in his head, counting across his fingers in a serious concentration, tongue sticking out of his mouth, as if it was going to help him focus better.Â
âLetâs see, I think after adding them all up⊠We drank a lot.âÂ
âIf we canât even come up with a number, thatâs not good. Fuck, I didnât even bring real clothes! Our room is so far from the restaurant, thereâs no way weâre even gonna be close to making it!â You pouted, shrugging your shoulders in defeat.Â
âJust put on the cute little dressy thingy over your bathing suit. Or just go in your bikini. Youâre so hot they have to let you in.â Javi smirked, biting down on his lip as he looked you up and down, giving you his best drunken attempt at his bedroom eyes.Â
âUnfortunately for you, I donât think the other patrons of this resort want to watch me eat pasta half naked, ya sicko.â You teased, giving him a nudge to his stomach a little harder than you had intended. âOkay, cover up will have to do, I guess. Do you have your shirt?âÂ
âYou donât wanna watch me eat pasta half naked?âÂ
âAs much as Iâd love to, maybe another time, weirdo. Okay, we have to go! Or else weâre not getting any pasta, naked or not! Focus, Peña, focus!â You commanded in your best pretend stern voice, grabbing the rest of your things in your hands while Javi stood there, admiring you like the drunken, lovesick fool he was.Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy when youâre bossy.â Javi smirked, raising his eyebrows at you, âOkay, fine, fine fine, letâs go. Lead the way, Mrs. Peña.âÂ
If you didnât feel drunk enough after simply trying just to stand up out of your pool chairs and collect all your belongings within a 5 foot radius of you, you sure as hell did trying to drunkenly navigate the resort to find the restaurant you were looking for. After asking several employees, you somehow managed to stumble your way through the hotel to find your intended location, âCiao!â , one of the higher-end dining experiences the two of you had planned for your vacation.Â
âHi. We are married, and we are here to eat pasta.â Javi proclaimed to the hostess at the front of the restaurant, who was looking back and forth between you and Javi, riddled with confusion not only by Javiâs opening statement, but from the fact the two of you were nearly out of breath from running around every inch of the resort, clearly drunk, and still dressed in your swimsuits.Â
âUmmmm, okay? Whatâs the name on the reservation?â The hostess asked hesitantly, flipping through the pages of names and times written down for seating tonight.Â
âPeña. We were supposed to be here at 6 but we had a lil too much fun at the pool, but not enough fun that we completely forgot about dinner! Weâre really sorry!â You explained, trying your best to keep your composure, biting your tongue to subdue your drunken giggles.Â
âYeah, like, so sorry. I had a lot of margaritas today.â Javi added, turning his head to let out a little burp at the end of his sentence.Â
âI donât see any Peñaâs on the reservation for tonightâŠ.â The hostess sighed, flipping back and forth between todayâs pages, clearly not amused by either of your antics.Â
âOh no⊠Does that mean weâre not getting pasta? Shit.â Javi pouted, crossing his arms over his chest like a little boy.Â
âOh wait, are- are you sure it was a reservation for today? I see Peña on here at 6 for tomorrow?âÂ
âOh shitâŠâ You and Javi replied, nearly in sync, visibly grimacing at the fact that you had spent the past 45 minutes in an alcohol induced frenzy, running through the resort to find a restaurant you werenât even supposed to eat at until tomorrow.Â
Whoops.Â
âMy badâŠ.â You shrugged, sheepishly frowning as you looked back and forth between the hostess and Javi, âOkay, well, um, weâre gonna- Weâre gonna go then.â You winced, grabbing Javi by the hand to slowly drag him away from the restaurant, hoping that the physical distance would somehow spare you the embarrassment you had just subjected yourself to.Â
âYouâre fine, just- We do ask that our guests wear more, um- appropriate attire when they come to dine with us.â The hostess scoffed, huffing at you and Javi, looking you up and down with your beach bound outfits and hands full of pool accessories as you continued to back away.Â
âShe doesnât wanna see us eat pasta in our bathing suits?â Javi whispered in your ear, making you snort so loud it almost hurt your chest, trying to keep from bursting into full blown laughter before making it out of eye and earshot of the hostess, jabbing him in the stomach with your elbow, only spurring him on further, âShe doesnât know how sexy youâd look shoving a fist full of garlic bread down your throat with nothing on but a bikini? Her loss.âÂ
Now out of sight of the restaurant, you and Javi exploded into an obnoxious fit of drunken giggles, feeling completely idiotic for wasting nearly the last hour of your night in a whirlwind journey to nowhere.Â
âWell, looks like no pasta for dinner tonight.â You sighed, playfully throwing up your hands in defeat. âI am starting to get really hungry though⊠Like too hungry to go back up to the room and change and then come back down and wait at a restaurant for more food.âÂ
âYeah, shit, Iâm really hungry too⊠Wait!â Javi paused, his face lighting up with excitement.Â
âWhat, Jav?âÂ
âDidnât we pass a pizza place on the way up to the room when we first got here?Â
The grin on your face was now equally as wide, almost certain that you and Javi were having the same drunk recollection.Â
âI knew there was a good reason I married you.âÂ
Somehow or another, you had not only managed to find your way to âPapaâs Pizzeriaâ, you had managed to successfully order an extra large pizza for the two of you to split, and make it back to the room without any pizza casualties on the way.Â
Even a drunken you couldnât help but realize how lucky she was to have married a man like Javi, and not just because of his excellent memory for pizza restaurants- What you had been through in the past hour and a half could have easily sent any other couple into an ugly spiral of arguments and blame theyâd cast upon each other for âruiningâ the rest of their night.Â
Youâd been witness to so many relationships and marriages where couples barely managed to genuinely enjoy each otherâs company, let alone have fun together. Cohabitation drenched in resentment and unhappiness towards each other, forced proximity the only thing keeping them together. Â
You were positive that there would never be enough âthank youâsâ that you could send out into the universe for letting you marry your best friend.Â
Because what would have been a soiled evening for so many others, was quickly turning out to be a better night than you could have ever imagined, plans tossed out the window to sit cross legged in your king sized bed together, bodies draped in fluffy hotel robes as you mowed down on slices of pepperoni pizza, giggling over shared, drunken secrets with your favorite person in the world.Â
âOkay, your turn now.â You snickered, shoving another bite of lukewarm pizza into your mouth, giving Javi a playful shove into the sea of pillows at the head of your bed.Â
âI just went!â He protested, trying to talk through the mess of cheese, sauce and crust he was still chewing.Â
âNuh uh! I just did, remember? We got off topic because we started talking about the Farrah Fawsect poster you had in your room that your mom made you take down, but you were the one who asked me about who my first celebrity crush was, remember?â You insisted, pointing your half bitten piece of pizza at him, forcing him to hold up his hands in defeat.Â
âOkay, okay! Canât blame me for forgetting after thinking about that poster, though.â Javi shrugged, smirking at the thought of his 12 year old self gawking at the beautiful blonde actress hanging above his bed, âShitâŠ. Gimmie a second, let me think.âÂ
âIâve given you plenty of seconds, goofball! Like all the seconds I spared you thinking about Farrah.âÂ
âShut up. Okay,â he paused, taking another bite of pizza, âwho was your first kiss?âÂ
âReally? Why, you gonna go hunt him down?â You snorted, feeling like you were gossiping with your teenage best friend at a sleepover rather than with your husband, Javi laughing along with you as he shook his head, âIt was Jack Mullins in the 7th grade.âÂ
âOkay, and?â Javi prodded, smirking as he interrogated you for more information.Â
âIt was at a Halloween Party my friend Sarah had at her house. Iâm pretty sure we were playing truth or dare, and all my friends knew I had a massive crush on him because he was the cutest boy in the 7th grade. So they dared me to kiss him and I did it. It was so awkward, and I had no idea what I was doing. Pretty sure we kissed while the âThe Monster Mashâ was playing, too. I was so embarrassed after that I cried in the bathroom and then walked home and didnât even say goodbye to anyone. Didnât ever think Iâd speak to him again and he ended up being my date to prom.âÂ
âWow. That was a way better story than I was expecting to get. âThe Monster Mashâ? Truth or Dare?â Javi chuckled as your cheeks turned red, watching your eyes at his enjoyment of your story.Â
âOkay, I was 12 Javi, some of us were weird, awkward teenagers. Iâm sure that you were very easily the Jack Mullins of your middle school and had girls at the door lining up to kiss you.â You rebutted, having seen plenty of pictures of teenage Javi, thanks to Chucho, knowing whatever awkward phase he went through was only a fraction of your pre-teen pain.Â
âNo, I wasnât. I was a pretty shy kid. All my friends had their first kiss way before I did.â Javi shrugged, now sounding slightly more embarrassed.Â
âOkay, so what? They were 12 and you were 13? I donât believe it. I would have had the biggest crush on you in middle school.âÂ
âIâm being serious!â Â
Câmon, Javi, if Iâm telling you about my Monster Mash kiss, I get to hear about yours!â You insisted, giving him the biggest fake pout that you could muster until he gave in.Â
âI- I was 16 when I had my first kiss.âÂ
âYouâre joking.âÂ
âWhy would I joke about that?âÂ
â16?!âÂ
âOsita, youâre making it sound like I was 72 when I had my first kiss, not 16.âÂ
âConsidering how cute you were, yeah, I am! Okay, spill! Now I need to know!âÂ
âIâm telling you, I was a shy kid. Didnât really come out of my shell until 10th grade when I started doing swimming. There was a girl on the team I always thought was really cute, but I was too chicken shit to do anything about it. All my friends had girlfriends and dates to go to homecoming with, and I didnât have anyone, so they forced me to ask her. She turned me down, told me she already had a date. I was devastated. Went to a party with the team after, got drunk for the first time because I was so upset, and ended up kissing my friendâs older sister, Katie. Made out in the laundry room in the basement for the rest of the night. My friend found us after he realized we both had gone missing and ended up punching me in the face and almost breaking my nose.âÂ
âHoly shit. Thatâs a way better story than mine.â You gawked, eyes going wide at the turn Javiâs story had taken.Â
âI wouldnât say way better, just stupid.â Javi huffed, âYou do dumb things when youâre young.âÂ
âWell, you must have been a pretty good kisser even back then if she made out with you for an hour. Honestly, would have been dumb if she didnât make out with you, in my humble opinion.â You giggled, scooting closer to Javi as you snuggled into his lap, resting your head on his outstretched thigh and letting out a big yawn. Resting his hand on your back, Javi pulled you closer, running his fingers through the sun kissed ends of your messy hair, smiling at all the tell tale signs sleep was beginning to creep through your body and the way you snuggled up next to him.Â
âOkay, one last question because all these mojitos are catching up to me and Iâm getting sleepy.â You mumbled, feeling your eyelids begin to droop as you curled up in the warmth of his body, comfort flooding over you from Javiâs presence.Â
âOkay, hermosa. Your turn.â Javi cooed, his voice softening to match your sleepy tone, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.Â
âIf you could change anything about your life, anything you want, what would it be?âÂ
Javi paused for a moment, his fingers still daintily stroking across your hair and back as he thought. Truthfully, there were plenty of things he wished he could change about his past. It would take him less than a minute to come up with a list longer than most people could muster in a lifetime. He had wasted so many years of his life, bitter and remorseful about the things he had done, condemning himself to suffer the consequences of his actions. And yet, somehow, despite all of the things he could have said, out of all the painful things he wished he could go back in time to change, there was one answer that prevailed above all the rest, an answer that couldnât have been easier to choose. Â
âI wish there was a world where I would have met you sooner. That I would have gotten to love you just a little longer.âÂ
He waited for your response, settling into the silence until it was broken by one of your soft snores humming against his thigh, signaling to him you were sound asleep in his lap, not having heard a word you said. He laughed softly to himself, remembering the first night he had stayed at your apartment, and how it had ended just like this, conversation flowing until the early hours of the morning until you couldnât fight sleep any longer, eyelids shutting as you fell asleep in his arms. How he watched you gently drift to dreaming, wondering if he was, too. That somehow, some way, the world had managed to bring the two of you together. And even if he wished he would have gotten more time to love you before youâd met, Javi knew that heâd be forever grateful for every minute he had left with you.Â
Despite the raging hangover the two of you had the next morning after you woke up from your alcohol and pizza induced coma, the rest of your honeymoon had been some of the most fun that the two of you had had in years. Youâd spent multiple days at the pool, soaking up sun on the beach and swimming in the ocean, eaten so much delicious food you were convinced you were going to combust, drank more mojitos than youâd like to admit, and had even gone snorkeling on a tour through some of the islands outside your resort.Â
You also had been having so much sex, you were starting to feel bad for the rooms on either side of you.Â
Everything about your honeymoon had been everything youâd ever hoped for and more, but with only one full day left of your vacation, you couldnât help but feel a little sad that your perfect trip to tropical paradise was coming to a close.Â
âWhatâs that look for, porbrecita?â Javi laughed, sneaking up behind you on the edge of the balcony, watching you watch the sunrise with your cheeks propped up in your palms, pouting at the way bright pinks and oranges were greeting the sky. Standing behind you, he snaked his arms around your front so he could bring your back to his chest, kissing the top of your head while his arms settled around your middle.Â
âI donât want our honeymoon to end.â You sighed, craning your neck just enough to look at Javi over your shoulder, âIâm sad itâs gonna be over.âÂ
âI know, mi amor, me too.â He softly chuckled, planting a long kiss on your cheek, the whiskers of his mustache making you giggle, âBut what if I told you I have one more surprise for us before we go home tomorrow?âÂ
This made you swing all the way around, now chest to chest with Javi as you looked up at him in confusion, âWhat? I thought we were spending our last day on the beach just hanging out?âÂ
âWell we are, but what if I told you I rented one of those fancy cabanas at the end of the beach for us to use to celebrate our last day here?â Javi smirked, watching your face light up at his proposition.Â
âWait, actually?âÂ
âYes, actually.âÂ
âBut arenât they like, super expensive to rent for the day?âÂ
âI mean⊠theyâre not that expensive.âÂ
âOkay, the pause tells me that you spent way more money than you needed to on this, Jav.âÂ
âAnd what if it was? Iâm not allowed to wanna spoil my wife on our honeymoon?â Javi grinned, gently cupping your face and playfully shaking it, making you laugh again.Â
âYour wife doesnât need to be spoiled, just getting to be here with you is more than enough.â You paused, giving Javi a little nudge as he dramatically rolled his eyes at you, chuckling to himself, âWhat, you goof?âÂ
âI hope you know that because youâre my wife, Iâm planning on spending the rest of my life spoiling you, whether you like it or not. Iâd give you the fucking moon if I could, Osita.âÂ
âWell lucky for you, a day at a beach cabana will do just fine.âÂ
While you never would have asked Javi to purposely spend extra money on things you really didnât need to make your trip any more special than it already was, you couldnât deny that spending the day in your own private cove of the beach in a luxurious cabana with food and drinks being served to you at your request wasnât a bad way to spend the last day of your honeymoon.Â
The daybeds in the cabana had made a perfect place for a shady, mid day nap for the both of you, lazily waking up from the soft kiss Javi had planted on your shoulder, exposed from your bikini top, freckled and sunkissed from days in the tropics.Â
âIâm gonna go for a swim, Hermosa. Be back in a sec.â Javi cooed, gently stirring you from your catnap.Â
âMmmmmmkay.â You smiled, flipping over for another kiss on the lips before Javi slipped out from the flaps of your tent, softly blowing in the breeze. You sat up on your lounger, the sight of Javi in nothing but his bathing suit waking you from your brief sleep in a matter of moments.Â
Even though you had seen Javi in nothing but bathing suits for the past 9 days, you were convinced it was a sight youâd never find yourself getting over. There was no doubt that you had always found him incredibly attractive, but something about this trip had skyrocketed him to another level of sexy you didnât even know was attainable. You werenât sure if it was the unbuttoned floral shirts, excessive time spent shirtless, his messy and wet beach hair, or just the fact that now you got to call him your husband- truthfully, it was most likely a combination of all of the above.Â
You perked up, pulling back the fabric door of the cabana enough to watch Javiâs arms stroke through the ocean, popping his head above water with a brief shake before he was shallow enough to touch the sandy bottom again. As he sauntered in from the ocean, you couldnât help but admire the width of his shoulders and chest, glistening from the sun and salty water. You let your gaze travel down to his swim trunks, feeling your mouth water at the way they hugged his waist and crept up his thick thighs. With each step closer to shore, you couldnât stop staring at the way his trunks were clinging to his lower half, perfectly outlining his generous length.Â
Javi must have noticed the way you were staring at him by the subtle smirk that had broken out across his face as he approached the cabana, eyeing you up and down right back.Â
âYou have a good swim?â You asked, feeling your stomach swirl as you took in every inch of him, glowing in the sunlight.Â
âMhmm. Did you have fun watching me swim?â He teased, tongue tracing over his teeth while he raised his eyebrows, knowing damn well the effect he was having on you.Â
âMaybe. What, Iâm not allowed to enjoy the view? Not my fault my husband is so handsome.â Your smirk was almost as wide as his, biting down on your bottom lip as Javi entered the cabana, letting the flap to the entrance close behind him before caging your body under his on the lounge chair, trailing hot, wet, kisses across your chest and stomach.Â
âSay it again.â He mewled, looking up at you with his big, brown eyes as his kisses trailed lower and lower, watching as he began to settle himself at the edge of the chair between your thighs.Â
âMy husband is so handsome. Youâre so handsome, Javi.â You sighed, feeling the damp patch in your swimsuit bottoms growing, soaking the fabric with your slick and arousal.Â
âYouâre so fucking good to me. Fuck, Iâm so lucky.â He groaned, slinging your thighs over his shoulders, eyes still locked on you while he began to tug at the strings of your bikini, leaving your bottom half bare.Â
There was a part of you that knew you should be worried about someone catching the two of you, barely concealed by the flimsy confines of your cabana, but the part of you staring at your husband between your legs about to eat you out seemed a lot more convinced that this was the best idea Javi had all day.Â
âYouâre so fucking perfect. Everything about you. Iâm the goddamn luckiest man alive, you know that baby?âÂ
Your response to his question was nothing but a ragged moan, feeling him draping his arm over your hips to hold you in place as he slid two fingers into your heat. He curled his hand to reach the spot inside you he knew made you crumble before diving back in between your legs, beginning to lick you up like a man starved.
His tongue swirled against your clit, the firmness of each stroke and the deep press of his fingers making you writhe under his touch, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his damp, curly locks to brace yourself as he ate you out relentlessly.
âOh my god, fuck, Javi. Fuck, you feel so good. Fuck-âÂ
You could feel him switching tactics, latching his lips around your sensitive nub, rapidly sucking at the throbbing bundle of nerves, working his fingers deeper in your cunt as he felt you begin to clench around him.Â
âFuck Javi, fuck, right there baby- fuck, Iâm close.â Your fingers were buried so deep in his curls, tugging just enough to pull his face closer to you as you could feel your orgasm building at the base of your spine, desperate for him to give you your sweet release.Â
His thick fingers bumped along your g-spot, curving them ever so slightly in the way he had memorized like the back of his hand to make you come undone. The tingle along your spine quickly spread down your legs, pleasure building rapidly throughout your body as you felt yourself on the edge of release. Lifting his arm off your waist, he reached up to grab your hand laying out on the lounge chair, engulfing it in his grasp as he intertwined his fingers with yours.Â
âDamelĂł, (give it to me) sweet girl. Let go, baby, Iâve got you.âÂ
You could feel the pressure inside you snap, the tingling in your veins quickly transforming into full blown pleasure as your orgasm swept through you. You gushed around his hand, cunt clenching down on his fingers as you came, losing all sense of inhibitions as you cried out with a volume much louder than intended.Â
But with Javiâs fingers still curled, prodding against your g-spot, you had a feeling those cries werenât coming to a halt any time soon. It was only moments after your orgasm had finished he was already on a mission to give you another, tongue lapping up every ounce of your slick as it pressed against your clit.Â
âJavi, holy shit, baby, oh fuck.â You whined, bucking your hips towards his face and arching your back as he circled around your bundle of nerves, your moans and whimpers only egging him on more.Â
Even after all this time, there was a part of you that still couldnât believe how fast Javi could make you cum. He had memorized every twitch, every tug of his hair, every breathy whisper to know what made you fall apart under his touch, loving every second of watching you come undone for him.Â
You could already feel the tingling of your next orgasm beginning to creep up your legs and into your stomach as Javi sucked at your clit, greedy for him to help you hit your second high.Â
âPlease donât stop, Javi. Fuck baby, fuck, fuck, I- ahhhhhhhhh.â That was all it took before you could feel the waves of pleasure rushing through your body again, your pussy throbbing as your orgasm flooded over you.Â
Your legs were all but jello at this point, trembling around Javiâs head, still buried between them. Your last two orgasms had been so intense, you werenât sure you could take a third, but with the way Javi knew your body, you also were convinced it would barely take anything for you to cum again.Â
âJ-Javi- fuck, baby, fuck I canât-â  Â
âGimme one more, Osita. Câmon, sweet girl. Wanna make my wife cum one more time.â You nodded, looking down at the shine of your arousal covering his smirk, knowing that at this point, you were so worked up and overstimulated that just the fingers already inside of you really were all you needed to give him your last orgasm.Â
Javiâs fingers had already sunk so deep into your cunt, already so overly sensitive to every push and pull of his hand, that the grip you had on his hand had become so tight, you could feel your knuckles turning white. You cried out his name as it fell from your lips, babbling incoherently as the third rush of pleasure crashed over you, gushing onto Javiâs fingers. Â
âThatâs my good girl. My perfect fucking wife. I love you so much.â Javi carefully pulsed his fingers a few more times as he felt you clench around him, making you hiss as he withdrew his hand now soaked in your slick, bringing the digits to his fingers to suck them clean with a satisfied smirk.Â
It was only moments before his sly grin had quickly shifted to full blown panic, you, still too blissed out to wonder why he was scrambling to throw a towel over your bottom half and one to hide the erection under his as he sat himself in the chair next to you. Thank god Javi still at least had an ounce of inhibition left to see the footsteps of the server who had been periodically checking in on you strolling their way through the sand under the edge of the cabana, saving you both from what could have been an incredible amount of embarrassment.Â
âHi, how are you two doing? Anything else I can get for you right now?â Your server asked, peeking his head in through the flaps to see you and Javi trying your best to act as natural as possible.Â
âN-no, Iâm good. You good, honey? Need anything?â Javi asked, looking over at you as his hand ran over the back of his neck, trying his best not to grimace at the awkward tension stewing between him, you and your poor, unsuspecting server.Â
âYou know what, I think Iâm gonna have another drink.âÂ
âAlright! Another mojito for you, maâam?â Your server asked, whipping out his pad of paper to note down your order.Â
âNo, can you make this next one a Sex on the Beach? That sounds really good.âÂ
It truly took everything in Javi not to burst out laughing, choking on his own spit at your perfectly timed order, shaking his head at you in a humorous disbelief.Â
âPerfect, well Iâll be right back with your drink!âÂ
âThank you so much!âÂ
Once your server had disappeared, you and Javi erupted in hyena like laughter, the combination of your joke and almost fatal timing throwing the two of you into a fit of giggles.Â
âYouâre fucking ridiculous, you know that?â Javi chuckled, looking over at you as he shook his head.Â
âWhat? Itâs our last day, figured we might as well have a little sex on the beach. The drink sounds like itâll be good, too.âÂ
Your mid-afternoon flight had made for an easy morning to pack up and soak in the last little bit of your honeymoon. It had given you just enough time to enjoy your favorite breakfast place, and have one more of the best blueberry waffles youâd ever tasted before your last shower (and shower sex) to get ready for your departure home.Â
While you were sad your vacation had come to an end, there was no denying that every last bit of your trip was absolutely perfect, and even more so that you got to spend it with the most perfect person you could think of. You were convinced you could have gone anywhere in the world for your honeymoon and you would have felt the same- in the end, it wasnât the destination that mattered, it was the fact you got to spend it with your husband.Â
The fact that you got to spend every vacation together for the rest of your lives only made it that much sweeter.Â
While flying would never be enjoyable, you were thankful your trip home was fairly painless, granting Javiâs hand some grace, considering you didnât feel the need to keep it in an iron grip for the two hours it took you to arrive back home.Â
You were also thankful that it was Steve and Connie who had offered to pick you up from the airport instead of Chucho, sparing you and Javi the same sort of awkward embarrassment you had endured on the ride to start off your honeymoon.Â
Well, it may not been the same kind of embarrassment that you had experienced with Javiâs dad, but it was foolish of you to think that Steve was letting you get away scott free.Â
At least he had managed to get creative with it, making a greeting poster with âWelcome home, lovebirds!â on it to help you find him and Connie in the airport crowd, making Javi let out a sigh loud enough that Steve probably could have heard it from the tarmac.Â
âHey! There they are! Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Peña!â Steve grinned, pulling you and Javi in for a hug as you found him, Connie following suit with a much less dramatic greeting for the both of you afterwards.Â
âHow was the honeymoon? Did you guys have a great time?â Connie asked, offering to take one of your suitcases, nudging Steve to do the same. âÂ
âIt was really nice. It was everything we could have hoped for. The resort was beautiful, the food was great, and the weather was fantastic. It really was perfect.â You smiled, looking up at Javi, nodding in agreement, reaching out to wrap his arm over your shoulder.Â
âThanks again for picking us up.â Javi chimed in, the two of you now following along behind your friends as they began leading you through the airport towards their car.Â
âDonât mention it, Jav. Least we could do.â Steve replied, reaching out to give Javi a little punch to the arm.Â
âWeâre super excited to hear all about your trip!â Connie added, looking back at you and Javi with a genuine grin.Â
âExcited to hear if Iâm gonna make good on my betâŠâ Steve muttered, laughing under his breath.Â
âSteve! Seriously? You promised in the car you werenât gonna bring this up!â Connie huffed, giving her husband a slap to the chest, and a grimace that clearly was the silent way to ask âWill you please shut up?âÂ
âWhat?! I put good money on it, Iâm confident!âÂ
âWait, is this the same bet that Javiâs dad was talking about on the way here?â You asked, looking back and forth between Javi, Steve and Connie in confusion, perplexed as to what you and Javi had to do with whatever bet he and the Murphyâs were in on.Â
âGo ahead, Steve! Why donât you explain?â Connie scolded, hands on her hips as she stared down her husband in all his big mouthed glory.Â
âYou bet on it, too!â Steve retorted, holding his hands up in defense, pointing at Connie to claim her as part of the guilty party to whatever was going on.
âWhat the fuck are you guys talking about?â Javi asked, trying to cut to the chase of whatever cryptic game they were playing.Â
âAfter yâall left on your wedding night, we- shit, this does sound kinda bad when you say it to their face, huh?â Steve paused, letting out a huff as he turned back to Connie, grimacing in agreement, âUs and your family and your dad made a bet.âÂ
âA bet onâŠâ You led, waiting for your answer.Â
Steve sighed again, hands on his hips as he stared at the ground before looking back up at you and Javi, âA bet on how quick it would take after the wedding until the two of you announced you were pregnant.âÂ
You didnât even want to know how red your face was turning, but judging by the sudden pink flush of Javiâs cheeks, you had no doubt you looked exactly the same, if not worse.Â
âTo be fair, your dad was the one who started it!â Steve exclaimed, pointing at Javi to let him know he wasnât to blame for his friendâs embarrassment before shifting his finger to point at you, âAnd your brothers were the one who said we should make it a bet! I just wanted in on it!âÂ
âJesus fucking christ.â Javi sighed, face in his palm as he rubbed his temples with the pads of his fingers.Â
âI hope now you know weâre not gonna have kids just to spite all of you.â You teased, crossing your arms over your chest as you tilted your head at Steve. It was enough to catch Javiâs attention, eyes going wide that there was even a shred of you being serious, laughing to yourself as you watched the relief flush over him when you shook your head at your own joke.Â
âYeah, okay, whatever you say.â Steve chuckled, his voice oozing with sarcasm, simply shrugging before turning back around to continue your journey to the parking garage.Â
Javi took his free hand, intertwining it with yours and giving it a gentle squeeze as the two of you trailed behind the Murphyâs soft smile on his face that despite his friends and families bet revolved around your sex life, there was a very real possibility that sooner rather than later, someone was bound to make their fifty bucks.Â
âWhatâd you bet?â Javi asked, feeling entitled to know how Steve had gambled after heâd spilled the beans on his little wager.Â
âWell, letâs see, yâall got married at the end of July, so July to August, August to September,â Steve paused, doing the quick math on his fingers as he calculated his answer, â9 months from now would be April, so Iâll be damned if youâre not tellinâ us your havinâ a baby by the fall and itâs here by the spring. And I know for a fact neither of yâall would be mad about that one bit.âÂ
And as much as you both hated to admit it, it was one of the few things in life that Steve Murphy was very, very right about.Â
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{ â drunk confessions - l.hs }
pairing: close friend! heeseung x f. reader
based off this request here
contents: mentions of drinking, and alcohol, cunnilingus, tongue fucking, pet name: baby, no clear power play, heeseung a lil desperate at one moment, kissing, making out, force feeding
a.n: i got carried away with this one and it ended up being more than a drabble đ hopefully you enjoy!! w.c 1.9k
music thumped in the background as you swayed slightly, your laughter spilling over the rim of your half-empty glass. you had definitely had one too many, but the warm buzz made the crowded room feel like a cozy bubble. when the call from your close friend, heeseung came throughâhis usual check-inâyou quickly picked it up, giggling into the phone with a bubbly âhellloooooo!â
âwhere are you?â he asked, concern laced in his voice. âhmmm⊠i donât remember,â you giggled to yourself as you answered. âare you drunk?â heeseung asked bluntly. more giggles escaped your lips: âi donât think so!â heeseung pinched the bridge of his nose on the other end of the phone; your clearly drunk and clueless state is frustrating him. âiâm coming to get you.â is all thatâs heard from heeseung before the phone is hung up abruptly. your brows furrow in confusion, but that quickly fades away when the next song comes on. youâre quick to jump right back into the crowd, dancing to the loud music.
heeseung arrived not long later, scanning the club for your presence. he pushes through the crowd of people and is finally met with your familiar silhouette. your back is turned, and you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. you turn and are met with the face of your close friend. the sight of him instantly sobering you up a bit, though the warmth of the alcohol still lingered. ây/n, letâs go,â he says firmly, his hand still gripping your shoulder. your skin tingled under the warmth of his hand, and you looked at him with your brows furrowed. âbut iâm having so much fun,â you pouted. heeseung brought his other hand up to tuck some hair behind your ear. âi know, but itâs getting late, and i need to make sure you get home safely.â he looked down at you with all the adoration in the world, and you probably wouldâve noticed immediately if it werenât for your drunken state.
heeseung grabs your hand, a pout still present on your face, and he guides you through the sea of people and out the door. his hand still holding yours, he walks the both of you to his car, opening the door for you as he ushers you in. you sit down, and heeseung closes the door behind you, going around to the driver's side and getting in. he looks over at your figure, the lights of the car shining on your flushed face. he leans over the center console to grab your seatbelt, quickly buckling it before settling back into his seat and buckling his own. as you guys drove through the quiet streets, you felt a familiar flutter in your stomach. the city lights blurred outside, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you had something to say.
once you made it to your home, heeseung dug your keys out of your bag and opened the door, letting you go in first and shutting it behind him. you made your way to the kitchen and leaned against the counter, swaying slightly. heeseung leaned in, concern etched on his face. âare you okay?â
before you could even think, the words slipped out, âyou know, sometimes i think about you when i touch myself.â a goofy smile splayed on your lips as giggles followed your sudden confession. heeseungâs eyes went wide, heat rising to his cheeks. he shook his head slightly. ây/n, youâre drunk.â you stuck your hand out in front of you, waving your finger. âim being serious heeseung, i get off faster when i picture your mouth on me,â you whine playfully, words slightly slurring together. the weight of your words, baring nothing on your conscience as they come out. heeseung shakes his head again, leaving your presence as he gets you a glass of water and some pain medicine. âtake these, please,â he says as he takes his place back in front of your smaller frame. you shake your head at him, âdonât wanna.â your lips form a pout as you look at the boy in front of you, and he canât help but roll his eyes.
before you know it, his thumb is on your bottom lip, applying slight pressure until your lips part just enough for the digit to hold your mouth open. he places the pill on your tongue, grabbing the water and gently pouring some in your mouth before closing your mouth and holding your chin. âswallow,â he says sternly, narrowing his eyes at you as you reluctantly take the medicine he just forced into your mouth. once you swallow the pill, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, showing him that youâve done what he asked. he nods his head in approval and hands you the water cup again. âdonât talk to me until youâve finished this,â he says lightheartedly.
he stands in front of you as you drink the water, making sure youâve emptied the cup. you finish your last sip with a quiet "ah,â and you look up at him. the light is shining on his face in such a way that has your heart racing, suddenly all more aware of his presence. your gaze trails from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes again, a sudden wave of need hitting you as you press your thighs together. âheeseung,â your voice is just below a whisper. he tilts his head at you, a small smile on his lips. âyeah y/n?â the air thickened between you two, charging with possibilities. you hesitated, your desires on the tip of your tongue. âi need you,â you finally admit, meeting his gaze once again.
a heartbeat passed, and the world around you faded. heeseungs smile faltered, and you saw a flicker of something deeper in his eyesâdesire. he reached out to you, hand brushing against your arm as he held onto you, sending shockwaves up your skin. ây/nâŠâ he began, his voice low and intense. âyouâve been drinking; youâre not in the right headspace,â his words hung between you. âiâm well aware of whatâs happening right now and what iâm feeling,â you urge, suddenly more sober than you were moments ago. heeseung stares at you, his self-control wearing thin as you look up at him with big, shiny eyes. when he doesnât reply, you bring a hand to his chest, resting it there. âplease?â youâre practically begging at this point.
your breath hitched as you scanned his face for an answer, the weight of the moment pressing in. your mind raced as you anticipated an answer, and instead of responding, heeseung leaned in closer. the space between you two felt charged with an urgency that felt impossible to ignore. your heart pounded in your chest, your lips mere centimeters away from each other. âare you sure about this?â heeseung whispered against your lips. âiâve never been more sure about anything.â and then, without thinking, you closed the gap between you two, the world around you immediately falling away. your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as his hands rest on your waist. heeseung leaned in more, and that was all the invitation you needed to deepen the kiss. your lips moved against his with a hungry urgency that sent sparks flying. you leaned into his body, feeling the heat radiating off of him.
the kiss was intense, each brush of your lips igniting a fire, and you could feel yourself surrendering completely. but just as you started to lose yourself in the moment, heeseung pulled back, breathless, searching your eyes. âcan i touch you?â he whispered, âcan i please touch you?â he practically begged as his chest rose and fell, desire burning into him. you nodded, and thatâs all it took for heeseung to guide you to the couch, laying you on your back as he leaned over you. he connected his lips to yours briefly before trailing kisses down your jaw and neck to the exposed part of your chest. he centered his nose on your sternum before slowly dragging it down your torso, stopping at the hem of your shirt. he nestled his nose in the fabric, letting the tip of it slide underneath, before slowly using it to push your shirt up. gentle kisses fall on your skin as your shirt bunches up. you whimper slightly at the feeling of his hot breath against your skin.
his nose leaves the fabric of your shirt, letting it stay bunched up around your rib cage as he trails kisses back down till he reaches the waistband of your skirt. with one final kiss, right above the button, he looks up at you through his eyelashes. âletâs fulfill those fantasies of yours, yeah?â his voice is deep and sultry; you nod frantically, wetness pooling between your legs. âyes, please,â you breathe. his fingers find the button of your skirt, fiddling with it for a moment before undoing it and sliding the zipper down. he removes your skirt and panties in one go, not wanting to waste anymore time. when your bottom half is bare, heeseung canât help but gawk at the sight of your wet, puffy cunt, swollen and needy all for him. you begin to feel insecure under his intimidating gaze, and your legs begin to close. heeseung stops you before your knees meet each other, hands gripping each leg, and spreading you out for him. he licks his lips as he stares at your pussy, and wastes no more time, dropping his head in between your legs.
he starts off by trailing kisses up your thigh, lightly sucking on the skin as you moan. and when you feel his hot breath fan over your heat, you almost fall apart right then and there. he places an open-mouth kiss over your mound, causing a whimper to erupt from your throat. heeseung smirks to himself before dipping his tongue in between your folds, licking a stripe up your cunt, and landing on your clit. he takes the bud into his mouth, sucking slightly on it as you mewl in satisfaction. his mouth trails down towards your dripping hole, taking the opportunity to taste all of you as he pushes his tongue in. you cry out, hands reaching for something to grip, but youâre left fisting the air.
heeseung has been watching you through lidded eyes, noticing your struggle to find something to hold onto. he pulls his mouth away from your cunt for a moment. âwanna hold my hand, baby?â he asks. ây-yes,â you reply, voice shaking. he reaches up, resting his hand on your stomach as he holds his hand out for you to grab. you immediately take hold of it, squeezing tightly as he continues his assault on your cunt. heâs making out with your pussy at this point, pornographic sounds coming from where his mouth connects to your heat. moans are falling past your lips, and the knot in your stomach begins to tighten. âi-im sâcloseâ you manage to get out in between moans, heeseung makes sure to pay the most attention to your clit as he helps you approach your high, the stimulation being all too much as you fall apart on his tongue. your eyes are squeezed shut, and your hips are bucking into his mouth. but he doesnât mind; he continues to lap at your pussy until youâre done shaking and are pulling his hand to let him know to stop.
youâre a panting mess, your chest rising and falling as you stare at the man in front of you, his lips wet with your juices. your cheeks flush at the sight, and heeseung smirks before licking his lips clean. he leans forward, holding your head in his hands, and places another kiss on your lips. he pulls back, taking your hands in his as he looks at you. âwas it as good as you imagined?â he asks.
âeven better.â
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..
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DOWN BAD âââ PBâ” ft. UCONN WBB MANAGER
âȘ requested -> "Paige would totally bring manager y/n to Minnesota so that she can meet Paigeâs family. Paige ofc would introduce her as a âfriendâ at first. Manager and Paigeâs family would hit it off. Especially with Drew. They both would bully Paige and Drew would expose Paige by saying sum shit like âPaigeâs talks about you a lotâ. Paige would give the biggest side eye đ though deep down she loves that her brother and manager are bonding." â«
â pairing | paige bueckers x fem!reader
â warnings | just some banter and fluff, nothing else!
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YOU AND PAIGE WERE laying on her bed, listening to Drew's rambles about the school project he was doing. Paige kept sending amused glances your way, however she quickly noticed how enamored you were with Drew's story.
You were spending a few weeks in Minnesota with Paige because she insisted you had to meet her family. However, it wasn't a meeting your family thing, it was more of introduction to the idea. It was easier for both of you that way, the pressure was off and it was simply just another vacation. Being in Minnesota with Paige felt comfortable and familiar, even though it was your first time meeting her family.
As Drew animatedly recounted his project, you couldn't help but be captivated by his enthusiasm. His passion for the matter was contagious, and you found yourself getting drawn into his story despite your initial intention to just be a supportive listener. Paige noticed the spark in your eyes as you listened to her little brother, and she couldn't help but smile at the sight.
Paige watched how you nodded with every word, and occasionally threw in your own thoughts about the project, it was adorable â you were completely engrossed in the conversation and she was completely engrossed in you.
"Paige, are you even listening to me?" Drew's voice echoed as Paige was pulled out of her trance, her gaze slowly moving back to Drew.
Paige kept smiling as she glanced back at you. "What? Y/N's listening, isn't that enough?"
"You could at least look at me, y'know," he sighed dramatically as you finally caught her affectionate gaze.
A blush slowly began to rise on your face, mirroring the warmth in Paige's eyes. You tried to refocus on Drew, but the intensity of Paige's gaze made it hard to concentrate.
You shifted slightly, meeting Drew's gaze with a bashful smile. "Sorry, Drew," you apologized, your cheeks tinted with a warm hue. "What were you saying?"
Drew rolled his eyes playfully but couldn't hide the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Nothing, it's okay. I can see you're more interested in looking at each other."
"Drew!"
You laughed as you shook your head, Paige sending her little brother a playful glare. "I guess attitude does run in the family,"
"Yeah, I guess it does." Paige smiled as she nudged you gently, a silent exchange of affection passing between you.
Drew watched the interaction with amusement, groaning in mock exasperation. "I knew Paige was gonna be distracted when you visited but not to this extent," he muttered as Paige kept glaring at her little brother.
Your eyebrows flew up as you smirked, sending Paige a glance. "Oh really?"
"Yeah well she's kinda obsessed with you. Every time we call, not only do I have to hear about her problems but yours too, I feel like I already know you even though we met like two days ago," Drew explained as he leaned back on the bed, feigning a dramatic sigh. "She talks about you so much, Y/N this, Y/N that-"
"Shut up, bro," Paige groaned loudly as you laughed along with Drew, finding his teasing both amusing and endearing.
Drew grinned mischievously, clearly reveling in his sister's reaction. "What! It's true, you can't even deny it."
Paige shot Drew a mock glare before turning to you, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment but her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I swear he's exaggerating."
You chuckled, reaching out to gently squeeze Paige's hand. "It's okay, P, we know you're a little down bad for me."
Paige's jaw dropped but before she could respond, Drew sighed loudly before responding. "Yeah, yeah everyone knows that, can we get back to my project?"
"Whoa, whoa let's backtrack. Me? Down bad?" Paige exclaimed, shooting you a playful look. "You wish, Y/N."
You couldn't help but laugh at Paige's reaction, enjoying the playful teasing between the three of you. "Don't worry, P. It's a good thing, right Drew?" you reassured her with a grin.
Drew nodded with a grin as he joined in on the teasing. "Yeah, definitely a good thing. From what I've heard, which is a lot, trust me," he paused for dramatic effect. "Trust me, you do a lot for the team so it's obvious Paige's gonna be in love with you."
You and Paige both bursted out laughing at Drew's exaggerated commentary, unable to contain your amusement at his antics.
Paige playfully swatted at Drew's arm, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement coloring her cheeks. "Oh my god, Drew, stop exposing me,"
You grinned, feeling a warm sense of warmth with both Paige and her brother. "I think Drew might be onto something, P," you teased, nudging Drew gently. "But don't worry, your secret's safe with us."
Paige rolled her eyes, but there was a playful sparkle in them that belied her protests. "You two are crazy," she said with a laugh, leaning in to bump shoulders with you affectionately.
As Drew began talking about his project (which slowly turned into Fortnite), you kept listening intently as Paige rested her head against your shoulder. You both exchanged glances every one in a while, a soft smile on your faces as you shared this comfortable moment together.
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â Sasuke Head Canons â
Uchiha Sasuke X Fem!Reader
| SFW + NSFW |
WC; 800 + | !MDNI! | TW/CW; FAB, teasing, cervix fucking, praise, degredation, size kink, the uchiha breeding kink
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part 1 | part 2 | part 3
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SFW
I feel like Sasuke is always cold- Like every time you two touch each other you involuntarily shiver causing Sasuke's face to contort in worry if he's done something wrong and he never fails to ask you every time if you are okay.
He doesn't admit it but he loves touching you, not in a sexual way (as much as he loves to), loves to hold you and does that childish thing of holding the hem of your shirt.
Loves to randomly kiss you, when your cooking, cleaning, or doing whatever. Sasuke hands would cup the back of your neck and angle your head up just so he can give you a soft press to his lips to yours. He loves to see your cheeks flush pink at the unexpected actions and proceeds to give you another just to make you even more flustered.
He loves to mention that you are his girlfriend/wife whenever talking to a stranger. "Me and my girlfriend/wife have to go now." Sasuke just loves being territorial but he just doesn't know it. He gets jealous easily so that's why he does it lmao.
Sasuke isn't one to say 'I love you' that often because he believes that actions speaks louder than words. He is more of an acts of service man for the both of you. Sasuke gets so nervous inside when you say you love him because he is scared that even after saying you love him you will still leave, the poor baby... đđ
He is so scared to fuck something up, he doesn't admit it to any one (apart from Naruto) if he's doing things right because he loves you too much.
NSFW
I personally think that Sasuke wouldn't even know what aftercare is until you tell him about it. His reaction would be like, "That's a thing?" Don't think that Sasuke would do much for aftercare, but I know that he would hold you close to him as you are family to him, girlfriend or wife.
Either loves to fuck you in missionary or doggy, no in between. He wants to see your face contort in pleasure as he pounds your pretty pussy as deep as he can. Sasuke loves to watch your beautiful face mold into the most fucked out expressions.
But with doggy now... he is either going to tease you, going slow as he can, dragging his thick length in and out of your gummy walls, inciting needy whines from you. Or, Sasuke is going to be pounding into you, so fast and deep you can't even think. He gets off seeing you all helpless in front of him, the pretty arch of your back as your dainty hands grip at the sheets, your plushy breasts pressed hard against the mattress--
When you and Sasuke are having more of an intimate moment for sex, he holds you hand with his by your side, his tongue slowly exploring your mouth, inciting small whimpers from you. That just gets the man off.
Let's be so for real guys, how can Sasuke not be into fulling you flush with his cum. He loves thinking about breeding your tight cunt. Wanting to see your stomach full of his children, thinking about having to help you all the time because you can't do any small mundane tasks anymore.
Sasuke prefers to be given head rather than give it himself. Now, that doesn't mean he doesn't absolutely love eating out your soaked cunt but he just rather your tight mouth try to fit his length without gagging.
Sasuke is a busy and tired man most of the time, so having his pretty girl be at his disposal for him makes him go crazy. Loves coming down your throat and making you open your plump lips to make sure that you swallowed all his seed. The other alternative is coming over your chest, he just loves squeezing them after, cfi.
Sasuke isn't a loud moaner but he deeply groans into your skin or mouth as he is either eating you out, getting head or thrusting into your folds. He occasionally lets out moans but it's only when he's coming :( He knows how much you love hearing him moan and that makes the poor man embarrassed.
I don't think Sasuke would crave for sex all the time but he definitely won't disagree to having some special time with you if you asked. He'd tease you about it, "You needy?" and then proceed to give you the time of your life. Sasuke prefers to be in more classic setting when having sex, like a bedroom but he isn't opposed to having sex when the both of you are out on missions.
He definitely doesn't like to spit on you, he values your entire existence and doesn't want you to feel any less then how you want to feel. Sasuke might call you slut or a bitch during sex but he knows you're okay with that.
Sasuke can and will go all night long, his stamina is through the roof, especially if you egg him on saying he can cum inside your sticky walls, then how can he not go all night?
Sasuke is a strong defined man, in the body of course. Defined abs and a big strong body. He is over six foot so what's in his pants doesn't disappoint.
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OMG- SUZU'S REQUESTS ARE OPENNNN-
Could I request Scaramouche and Wanderer as the reader's step brothers?? They're twins, their mom is engaged to our mom-
When the parents started dating, they both thought about introducing their children to each other if the date goes well- their 5th date, they both decided to bring their children! So we meet them, bla bla bla-
She's an innocent little shi- purely because she doesn't talk with people, and was homeschooled most of her life-
Scaramouche and Wanderer both thought she was so fucking stupid, and they find it cute(somehowđđđ»)-
When their parents got engaged, they(our mom and us) moved in with them(Scara, Wanderer, and Ei)â
She wore revealing things around the house and she doesn't know how Scaramouche and Wanderer thought about that, she wasn't really used to being around guys, considering that she's only been with her mother and stuff like that-
They've been holding out for weeks- one day, they both just couldn't hold back anymore- they waited until their parents were gone for their date, then they took their chance.
(can we also fast forward to the wedding day?? After the wedding, our parents went to- uhm- screw eachother-đđ»
While our parents got on with that shit, they also screwed us. đđ»đđ»đđ») -exclude this if you want:>
(Something specificccc- can this include bondage?)
Have a wonderful and amazing day, Suzu!!đ€
Don't forget to take care of yourself!!đ€
Here, some flowers to my favorite writer đđčđ·đ
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stepcest, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable, please. scaramouche x fem! reader. wanderer x fem!reader. smut. threesome. bondage. degradation. scaramouche receiving. wanderer giving. sex toy for funsies.
thank you so much đ„ș it always makes my day hearing i am someone's favorite writer â€ïž this is kinda dirty.
scaramouche and wanderer certainly didn't expect for their mother to want to marry. or to gain a stepsister. a sweet, delicate stepsister they both wanted to devour.
you are so sweet and innocent. very naive having been homeschooled. dumb in an curious and quite frankly adorable way. quiet as a mouse. you didn't even like making noise at night if you knew other people were asleep.
you didn't have any idea what you did to them. you always wore things that highlighted every dip and curve of your body. tank tops and low cut shirts that your breasts spilled out of if you leaned over. short, pleated skirts with thigh highs. today in particular you'd woren a skirt wanderer in particular enjoyed seeing you in, with thigh highs that made him want to sink down underneath the table in the kitchen and fuck his tongue into your pussy.
tonight was the night. the moment the mom's left on their date, they were going to take you. they felt you were ready for them, and they couldn't hold back anymore.
you were also hiding a secret of your own. you had an enormous crush on both of your stepbrothers. you weren't supposed to have feelings like that. they were never supposed to know and honestly, it was no surprise that caved easily to them.
your cheeks flushed dark realizing the position you were in. you were laying on your bed, legs spread and naked. your wrists were handcuffed above your head, wanderer slotted between your thighs. his tongue is greedily enjoying devouring your hole.
had both of wanderer's hands not been busy holding your legs spread with one, the other wagging and teasing the vibrator they both knew you had on your clit, he would've reached down and stroked his straining cock feeling your body twitching in pleasure in his hand.
his tongue swept languidly over your pussy, drunk on your taste. he alternated between fucking his tongue into your whole and pumping the vibrator in and out of your creamy cunt. he moaned shakily, latching his lips around your throbbing clit.
scaramouche was kneeling at your head, his cock pulsing as he watched your face contort in pleasure. wanderer was pulling moans from you that quite frankly made him feel jealous. grasping the back of your head, he turned it so you were looking at him. he poked his leaking cockhead against your lips.
your cheeks flushed as he smeared precum on your lips. you opened your mouth, scooping his cock head into your mouth to suck on. "who knew our stepsister was such a slut," he groaned, gritted his teeth as your mouth sucked wet and eager. grasping a handful of your hair, he bobbed your mouth up and down on his cock.
wanderer's eyes rolled closed, tasting your pussy clench on his tongue. his thumb turned up the settling on the vibrator, drool pooling from the corner of your mouth as you muffled moans on scaramouche's cock. jolts of pleasure shot through your body, your clit throbbing harder from the increased vibrations. "fuck, she's so close to cumming," he moaned huskily, his mouth sucking and working your pussy over in ways you'd only fingered yourself at night thinking about.
you were helpless, wrists delicately cuffed above your head. you wanted so badly to reach down and tangle your fingers in wanderer's soft hair, pressing his mouth down onto your cunt while you grinded your clit shamelessly on the vibrator.
scoffing, scaramouche pulled his cock from your mouth. a string of salvia connected your tongue to his cock. "shaking like a leaf, what a whore," as good as your pretty mouth felt taking his cock, he was quite content to fist his cock watching your body twitched with your impending orgasm. it was a treat watching you struggle to keep it together.
"please, please..feels so good," you choked back a whimper bubbling up behind your moans. scaramouche was far more pent up than he thought he was. your plea made cum spill out onto your chest. the frustration of not fucking you caught up with him.
as much as wanderer wanted to taste you creaming on his tongue, it was intoxicating to keep you on the edge. you sure had been slowly edging them without doing anything when they first met you. he shut the vibrator off, smirking at your whimper of protest as he took his mouth off your cunt. "be a good girl, and take it, slut," he teased, delivering a wet tap to your clit.
your cheeks flushed with adoration, your back arching off the bed, moaning from the teasingly rough treatment. scaramouche moved away from your head, as wanderer moved to your head. pulling you down the bed some by your ankle, he hastily spread your legs, grinding his cock head on your clit.
your hips immediately rocked up to rub your clit on the tip, your breath hitching in your throat in anticipation. your pussy was puffy and aching to be stretched apart by scaramouche's cock.
"stroke, but don't make me cum," wanderer hissed, taking your hand and putting it on his cock. he wants so badly to cum inside of you, even though your breasts would look twice as good spattered with his cum mixing with scaramouche's.
you stroked and pumped your hand on wanderer's cock, massaging your thumb on the head. the blush on your cheeks darkened feeling his cock pulse in your hand. "good girl," he sighed shakily, rutting into your hand.
your moans rose to a shameless octave as scaramouche pushed his cock inside of you. you gasped in pleasure feeling him slowly stretch you apart,your body shaking as he bottomed out with a harsh but languid thrust. the chilly metal of the handcuffs rubbed against your wrists as your fingernails dug into the palms of your hands.
"slut was practically been begging to be fucked by us," scaramouche moaned huskily, firmly grasping and kneading his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs. he didn't hold back anything in his thrusts, pumping his cock into you almost carelessly, all his frustration of holding himself back all this time releasing all at once.
you saw stars as his cock bullied into your sweet spot, bringing you even closer to the edge. your poor little body was wracked and nearly limp with pleasure. you struggled to form words to tell him how good his cock felt, but another burst of pleasure only caused them to fall away broken into moans.
wanderer's fingers dipped down to tease and pinch one of your hardened nipples, sending stronger shocks of pleasure to your clit. "fuck, i can feel you cumming," scaramouche hissed, letting out a satisfied, husky groan. his cock pulsed as your walls clutched tight while you creamed on his cock.
scaramouche's milky cum ribboned inside of you, your pathetic moans of pleasure fueling his thrusts as he chased his high. wanderer batted your hand away from his cock before his cum spilled into it. you hadn't even come down from your orgasm before wanderer was bullying his cock inside of you.
a softer part of scaramouche showed briefly for a moment, moving up to your head once he pulled out to rest your head in his lap. "you are all ours now, doll," he purred condescendingly down at you, taking hold of your cuffed wrists to keep them in place, the fingers of his free hand stroking through your hair.
"good girl," wanderer moaned, surrendering himself to the tight, warm feeling of your pussy, "keep crying for me just like that."
you were made for them, after all.
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