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hii!! I love your writing ! đ„č unfortunately I suffer from endometriosis so having sex isnât always easy for me and it can be quite uncomfortable to give your sexual partners a heads up beforehand so I wanted to request a fic where maybe reader has endometriosis and they have sex for the first time and she asks lando to be gentle and heâs just so soft and takes care of her during and afterwards and stuff đ«¶đŒ
Warnings: Smut, 18+ soft!sex, endometriosis (only putting this as a warning coz some ppl think sexual conditions should be a warnings even though I disagree), oral (f receiving), lube.
Pairing: Lando Norris x endometriosis!fem!reader
A/N - idk what someone who has endometriosis is called :(, also, Iâm sorry if I got anything wrong, I tried to research it, and it says lube and foreplay are good for endometriosis, correct me if Iâm wrong xx
âHave you ever tried before?â Lando asked, his fingers slowly raking through your hair, your head resting on his chest, the subtle thump thump of his heartbeat in your ear. âI-I have,â you admitted, your hand intertwined with his, his thumb rubbing small circles into your palm.
âHe was such a dick, he didnât even ask if it felt good, so I just faked it and left,â you mumbled as Lando sighed. âHe sounds like a prick,â he said softly, âyouâve never had a proper orgasm before?â. You shook your head, your cheeks tinged slightly pink, almost embarrassed at the fact.
âAndâŠyou want me to give you your first?â he asked as you nodded, once again, nestling into his chest, almost hiding your face. He smiled, a soft, raspy chuckle from his lips as he slowly turned so you were on your back. You were scared, yes, of course you were. But you trusted Lando.
âSafe wordâs papaya, okay?â he said, as you nodded, watching as he slowly tugged your shorts down, dragging your panties along with them with his teeth. Immediately initiating the safe word was the best thing he couldâve done in that moment. You could feel his breath on your thighs, his lashes tickling your skin as you waited.
âLando,â you gasped, his finger coming to draw small circles round your clit, collecting the juices youâd already had from the small heat in your belly, the pad of his thumb resting between your folds. Youâd expected him to just slide his finger in, or get you to suck his dick or something, but he hadnât.
âSo pretty,â he said softly, licking his fingers as he moved closer, pulling your legs gently over his shoulders so he could move his face closer to your core, his tongue licking a line up your folds, making you moan, your back arching slightly. âOh, f-fuck,â you gasped.
âMakinâ pretty sounds fâme already,â he hummed, the words sending a vibration through your core, yours finger intertwining with his curls. You were wet now, almost soaking wet, your heat dripping onto his tongue, the precision of this man would be enough to send you into a fit of orgasms, fuck.
You whined as he moved away, watching as he reached into the drawer, pulling out some lube, and a towel, lifting your hips so he could slide it under you, and moving the pillows so your hes wad comfy. That was kinda surprising.
You knew Lando was a good boyfriend, but thisâŠgreenest flag ever, right? âDid my research, baby,â he smiled, almost bashfully, as he took a generous amount of the stuff into his palm, pushing his joggers down, spreading the lube onto his member.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he hummed, moving his tip to rest at your entrance. âIâm gonna push in, okay? But first, you gotta tell me the safe word again,â he said, his hand moving to push your hair from your face. âLando,â you whined, almost in a daze, your mind blank.
âBaby, weâre not doing this unless I have the safe word, and you know it,â he said firmly. And, in some ways, the tone of his voice was an even bigger turn-on. âPapaya, papaya,â you whined, your eyes wide as you stared up at him. âGood,â he said, kissing your jaw.
You hissed as he pushed in, a sharp pain settling into your uterus, his movements stopping immediately. âMore lube?â he asked, as you nodded, watching him pull out so only his head hung inside of you, spreading more of the stuff over his cock.
âBetter?â he asked, pushing in, watching your face go blank, lips parting silently with need. âY-Yeah,â you nodded, his cock sitting inside of you, your tummy bulging a bit with his length. âPerfect,â he hummed, slowly moving, ever-so slowly, not enough to make you feel pleasure, but enough to make sure you knew he was there.
âI want you to tell me to speed up or slow down, okay?â he asked you nodded, hands on his shoulders. âMore,â you said, your voice a little choked as he sped up, another moan on your lips. His movements sped upon your command, your stomach tightening.
âG-Gonna cum,â you gasped, your eyes rolling. âBetter not be f-fake, yeah?â he groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppier, but still gentle. You nodded, closing your eyes as your first ever orgasm hit, your body shaking, Landoâs cock twitching inside of you as his cum pooled out, his seed spilling through.
âYouâre so good,â he gasped, gently pulling out, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You said nothing, just panting, your chest rising and falling as he moved you softly so you were in his arms, lying on his chest as he took a towel from the side, wiping his cock and your thighs clean.
You hummed, resting in his chest, eyes drooping, tired already as he smiled. âEnjoyed that?â he asked, as you nodded, âdidnât even use the safe word, thatâs how good you are,â he kissed your jaw again, moving your hair from your face, his hands rubbing small circles into your tummy.
#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris imagine#lando norris x you#lando x reader#f1#lando norris smut
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A heart that hurts is a heart that works - Something Rotten sequel.
first part can be read here
Pairing: Dark!Joel Miller x afab!reader x Dark!Tess Servopoulos
Words count: 3829
Rating: Mature, absolutely NSFW and again, this shit is triggering. Please, read the tags carefully and if you're a minor donât interact.
Tags/warning: This happens the morning immediately after the events of Something Rotten, pov second person, no use of y/n, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, heavy degradation, angst, smut, DUB CON/NON CON, reader is barely described, she has breasts and vagina, no mention of her skin tone, she doesnât blush, she has hair but itâs not described, it is mentioned that Joel's clothes are too big for her (pics are just for aesthetic and donât represent reader), the only thing is that reader's father died of lung cancer (like mine), depressive thoughts, as said in the first part: reader is held prisoner by Joel and Tess, on her leg is carved the word âpetâ (Tess did it), use of a knife, groping, a large amount of bites, mention of wounds, mention of bruises, no kindness whatsoever towards reader, Joel and Tess are both EVIL, fingering (Tess receiving), oral (Tess receiving) spitting, nipples sucking and biting (it's not my ff if there is no attention towards nipples OKAY), unprotected p in v (both f receiving, wrap it up IRL), pussy slapping, cum eating, Joel comes on readerâs face, pissing, a little more scissoring, a little bit of chocking, squirting, brief insert of reader's thoughts in italics⊠I think itâs all đ
If I notice I've forgotten something important I'll add it right away.
A/N: Title comes from a Placebo song called Bright Lights. It seemed right to continue with them since "Something Rotten" is also one of their songs. Anyway, I leave you the entire playlist that I listened to while I was writing both this and the first part and again thank you very much to those who recommended songs to me â„ïž
There is something of my experience and pain in this so please be particularly kind. English is not my first language and I have no beta, I apologize for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy it, thank you so much to anyone who reads it.
[I started a tag list, if you want to be added let me know, I never tag people because I don't want to impose anything on anyone but if you like it I'm happy too â„ïž ]
Your mind is completely clouded. You open your eyes and for a moment you donât remember where you are, you rub your eyes, feeling your aching body awaken, the pain of every joint coming back to you. You reach out and press a spot on your stiff neck, a stab of pain shooting up your brain like a gunshot and then sliding down your spine, making you grit your teeth to stifle a moan.
You shut your eyes as images of what happened flash before your eyes, a piercing pain taking over your head.
You donât know how much time has passed but when you manage to sit up, biting the pain between your lips, you see a bright light coming in through the dirty window, a speck of dust stirring in the beam of light that illuminates the messy bed, the crumpled sheets and the two people lying on it. Tess is on her side, her arms folded, her hands resting on the pillow, near her head. There is always a kind of tension in her, you see it even when she is sleeping, in her huddled body that seems ready to attack and unleash its claws on anyone. She is wearing nothing but panties and Joelâs shirt left open, revealing the outline of her breasts.Â
She should disgust you, but instead as soon as you see one of her nipples poking out from under her shirt salive pools into your mouth. You put a hand to your forehead, overwhelmed by yourself, by what you feel and by a shame that creeps up inside you and makes your temples throb.
This is so wrong. Yet you would like to lace your lips on that little button and suck it, if only she would let you do it, if only she would let you lie next to her gently, allowing you to be the good pet she expects you to be.
Shifting your gaze to Joel doesn't help soothe your twisted mind. Heâs on the other side, lying on his back, in his boxers, your eyes wander on the defined muscles on his chest, the softness of his belly, and a strip of sunlight hitting his abdomen highlighting hair leading to his groin.Â
He seems carved out of a block of marble, skimmed by scars, exuding power and sex, the tips of your fingers graze your swollen lips and you still feel his taste, the weight of his cock on your tongue, his relentless thrusts, his hungry eyes on you.Â
They must have fallen asleep, which gave you some respite even if you donât feel rested at all.
You look at your thigh and it's still there, the pulsing sign that you should leave, just run while you can, sneak out of this place quietly and look for somewhere to hide. But you feel like a mouse in a cage, your body not moving an inch. Youâre still untied; it would take nothing to reach the door and close it behind you. But what if they woke up? If they felt the bed lighten with your weight? You know they'd have you back in an instant.Â
Your brain, you can't decide whether very stupidly or very wisely, thinks that it is better not to make any risky moves to stay alive.Â
Helpless and desperate you lie back on the bed staring at the ceiling, the silence broken only by Joel's soft snoring.
Your arms spread across the bed as you sink into your thoughts and your fingers casually graze the knife abandoned on the sheets. The coldness of the blade sends a chill down your spine.
You have to do something for yourself. At least try. You cannot be so spineless. You move one leg off the bed, your eyes fixed on your captors, seeming not to notice anything so you move the other leg as well, letting yourself slide cautiously along the edge of the bed, finally resting both feet on the floor. You pick up the closest garment you can find on the ground, it's a Joel T-shirt, wide and long enough to cover your butt. You just have to get up, you can do it. Leaning your weight on your legs feeling your knees crack in the effort, you wonder what in your body is not sore. You are on your feet. Joel and Tess are motionless in the same position as before. You walk on the floor resting your toe and then your heel, silent and terrified like a prey trying to evade before falling into the lion's jaws, hoping that the wood will not creak under your gait. You reach for the door. You almost make it. Just rest your hand on the handle and lower it. A moment and you're out of here. As soon as your hand touches the cold metal you hear a voice behind you, âWhere do you think you're going?âÂ
You feel your heart falling out of your chest, freezing where you are, your eyes at the door, your breath getting heavy.
âTurn aroundâ
You do it slowly, praying you don't feel a blow immediately afterward. Joel is standing in front of you. âPleaseâ your voice is a barely audible whisper âplease.â
Joel reaches out, grabs you by the wrist âno fucking wayâÂ
He doesn't add anything more, he takes you back to the bed, forcibly lays you down and lies on top of you. His eyes look at you fiercely, he drops down next to your ear âmaybe I was wrong about you, you're not the good pet I thought you were. Let me teach you your priorities straightâ he growls, his voice low, sharp.Â
His body weighs down on you, completely overpowering you, his legs blocking yours, his hands resting on the sheets on either side of your face.Â
"I give you credit for that. You were brave to think you could sneak away. But also incredibly stupid." His voice vibrates close to your ear, it is eerily calm and controlled, sounding as if it came from the darkest part of him, straight from his gut.
A lump rises from the pit of your stomach to your throat, sickening. "I'm sorry," you stammer, Joel's eyes lighting up with that sinister hue you now know like the back of your hand.Â
He retrieves the knife from above the bed and places the blade under the fabric of the T-shirt, cutting through the sleeves and tearing it from the neck to the hem, reducing it to a shred of fabric lying beneath you. You tremble when the icy blade touches your skin.
His boxer-covered erection presses against your thigh, against your wound.Â
Again you wonder what substance your mind is now made of because feeling him against you, demanding, claiming your body, makes your pleasure slide down your legs. You can feel it on your skin, a shiver, a wetness, a trickle of you leaving you to become his. You mold under him, relaxing your muscles, ceasing to resist, submitting to his stern eyes nailing you to the bed.Â
He takes your hands and intertwines them possessively with his own as his legs push between yours, forcefully spreading them apart.
He crawls on you like a rabid dog, inhaling your scent on your neck, down to your sternum, reaching your breast, licking the skin above your ribcage âYou were Robert's, weren't you?âÂ
His teeth close on one of your nipples, biting it, your back arches pushing against his mouth, demanding more. âThis? It's mine now.â he whispers in a rough voice âThis is mine too.â he adds, twisting the other nipple, he moves one hand to your mound, grabbing it âWhat about this wet pussy? She's mine too. I own you now. Make sure you donât forget that, you little cock slaveâ
And you feel it again. The desire coursing down your body, clinging to your nerves, flowing into the middle of your thighs.Â
It lingers on you deeply. And youâre pleading at that. Before you sense your own voice saying it, like it doesnât belong to you, coming out of someoneâs else body âPleaseâ you babble âplease, moreïżœïżœ as he run a single finger through your folds.
Everyone you knew died. Every person you loved is gone, ruined by the spreading epidemic. Except your father, who passed away a few years before the pandemic broke out, obliterated by lung cancer. You still remember his jagged, exhausted breathing getting more and more labored, small and thin, until it died out completely. You still remember the smell of the hospital room, the dimness, your gripped heart, your silent tears. It was something you never wanted to see, the moment when death takes someone. It stays inside, digs deep into you, rattles in the walls of your brain until one day it subsides and remains a creeping awareness you have to live with. A brick in your pocket that will forever weigh of absence, of pain, of lack.
And when you thought maybe you could make it, one day when the brick seemed lighter, pandemic came and your mother turned into a monster. From a fragile woman, still bent by your father's absence, to a ferocious beast with bloodshot eyes that tried to break your neck.
You had had to tear it down yourself, with your own strength, that thing your mother had turned into. And you couldn't explain it for days, or how you had done it, or what had happened. People were running around terrified, not knowing where to take refuge, not knowing if it would ever end. Until they came and loaded you onto trucks, promising to escort you to a safe area. What you were not told was that there was no solution, for some of you there was not even a place in the QZ. The epidemic took away not only the people you cared about but also your dreams, every hope you had for your future, every plan to become a good teacher, to accompany young minds in creating a better world. There is nothing left to create, only destruction.
You could have offered yourself as a teacher in the Qz but you had decided not to bow to a system that spread only government propaganda, instilling in kids that there was nothing else to believe in but FEDRA.Â
And even in the face of desperation the cruelty had not stopped, some soldiers had tried to take you at night, traumatized and without strength, you had been saved only by the good heart of one of your neighbors who had defended you. You had jumped out of the truck, along with him and some other people, looking for an alternative that would never come. They had fallen like skittles, one after another. You were tired of seeing it, the cold hand of death reaching out to everyone around you.Â
Your heart still aches horribly, but after all, a heart that hurts is a heart that works. And you're still alive.Â
He takes the finger away and shoves it in his mouth, enjoying the taste of you and then heâs close to your ear again grazing you with his beard and graveling âI knew you were a little slut,â Joel's heavy breath warms your skin, driving your being back into your body. âWhen I'm done with you you'll want nothing more than to be my brainless whoreâ
Youâre bucking your hips against him, mindlessly, while he takes your body with his mouth and hands, furiously licking, biting and groping your flesh, moving impatiently over you on the bed and waking Tess up. She takes a few seconds to focus, abruptly recovered from a deep sleep, but then you hear her dry voice, âoh, are you having fun without me?âÂ
Joel does not tell her that you tried to escape. which in itself is a miracle for you. He turns to her just a moment, leaving your nipple with a loud pop .
âComeâ he tells her, and it's almost sweet. Almost. Tess comes crawling up on the bed like a feline and looks down at you, smiling cruelly.Â
âLie on top of her, make sure this bitch doesn't moveâ Tess nods, he makes room for her, and she crushes you with all her weight, her scarred back against your tits, as if you were a mat, clinging to your arms as Joel watches the scene smugly "Quite a picture" he growls.
He pulls down Tess's panties, tossing them aside. He does the same with his boxers. âThis is exactly what I want. Two pretty cunts all for meâÂ
He stoops to observe you both, his eyes roaming your sexes, his thumb touching you first, a creamy river in between your folds, and then Tess. She snorts âwill you hurry up?â
âmmm you're not wet enough honey, but we can fix thatâ
âHoneyâ, you think he is the only person who can call Tess that. Anyone else would be out of balls in a heartbeat.Â
He buries his face in her cunt and you feel Tess stiffen on top of you, her whole body reacting to the first touch of Joel's tongue. You seem to catch a glimpse of submerged fragility behind all that violence and resentment she always displays.
She grips your wrists in a vice as her hips rise toward Joel and a low, deep moan escapes from her throat.Â
Joel's fingers run hard and calloused over your folds, collecting what drips from you and spreading it over Tess's pussy, mixing your essences, then returning to lick her. And you can feel her, crumbling on top of you, conceding willingly, every muscle in her asking for more.
Each lapping of Joel's tongue on her vibrates over your body like a wave, Tess's butt sliding over your folds, crawling over your clit, giving you reflex stimulation.
âMmmm just like that, baby, thatâs fucking goodâÂ
She whines so sweetly under his ministration, an undertone so vulnerable and tender in her voice you almost think she turned into another person. And you are in the front row watching this, a silent witness to the other Tess, the one who still has a shred of humanity hidden within her.
Itâs unique, you think, how sex with the right person, a person we care about, a person we share a path with, makes us. Defenseless, no mask to wear against the world. Even Tess, perhaps the coldest woman youâve ever met.Â
âNice and drippyâ Joel murmurs, nuzzling at Tessâs cunt âfucking gorgeousâÂ
He dips his nose in there, moving through her folds up to her clits, brushing the tip over it. âYou smell so good, babe, such an nice mess for me to feast onâÂ
âFuckâ Tess gasps âjust fuck meâÂ
âYeah baby, Iâm going to stretch you both so damn rightâÂ
Tess rolls her eyes in twisted need, impatient like the bossy woman she still is and you whine like the shy mess that you are.Â
So different and yet ready for the same cock.Â
You noticed the way Joelâs voice soften when he speaks to Tess, the intimacy between them is palpable, in this moment youâre just an appendage.Â
You want that desperately, belong to someone, to him, to her, to feel his voice and his whole body going unshielded for you.Â
Joel spits into his palm and takes his cock in his fist, pumping it and then tapping the tip on her cunt, once, twice, three times, rubbing it on her folds, lubricating it with her juices, before getting it all the way inside her. Tess's body arches so desperately over yours, merging with Joel's as he begins to thrust inside her.
She thrashes on top of you, clinging to your forearms, pushing you back against the mattress, her hips swaying over yours again giving secondhand attention to your clit, now so swollen and needy that each thrust you emit a moan in sync with her, shyly participating in her pleasure. You bend your neck slightly to one side to look at Joel standing before you, bronze and sculptural, a cruel god who leaves you breathless. His chest glistens in the dim sunlight streaming in through the window, revealing tiny droplets of sweat beading on him, a grin painted on his face, brows furrowed, lost in Tess's wet walls, focused on pounding on her special spot again and again.
âYou like that huh? You like this cock splitting you, yeah, I know you do, fuck youâre so drenched I could take a bath in it, all slippery and warm...mmm baby, just like that. Take it.â
He rests a hand on her belly to hold her more firmly, a sense of possession different from that manifested with you, purer and deeper, made up of silent, recurring gestures between them. It's as if you feel it all the way down into your stomach as he sinks into her, the forced closeness making you almost delirious, sensitive and wanting.
Tess is almost at her peak, sliding on you now unceasingly, her back kneading your breasts, up and down, your nipples impossibly hard against her skin, she stammers "there- there- I'm almost there- oh fuck"
"Not yet, baby, hold it back" he challenges her and she growls in disappointment and frustration, as he comes out of her. Joel brushes against you "it's time to put this slut in her place. You want it huh?" he roars as he looks at you "I can see it from here, you're flowing like a fucking river, clenching around nothing like a whoreâÂ
His eyes sparkle with evil. He spits on your cunt, a glob of saliva right on your clit. He spreads it quickly over your entrance and thrusts into you unceremoniously, all the way down, in one breath-breaking stroke. "You're full now huh? Clench around my shaft, bitchâÂ
You feel your walls strangle his cock, eager to hold him inside, to belong to him, to be broken through. "Yes" you moan, not even sure why you had tried to run away from this anymore. Tess wouldn't even need to hold you with her whole body but you'll never say it, the way she bounces on top of you drives you crazy. You are back on the scene now, eager, drunk with a dark, all-consuming desire burning in your veins.
He grips your hips hard, digging his fingers into your thighs, going out and back in you harder, deeper each time, using your cunt as his personal toy, beating on your cervix as if he were to fill it with bruises. And you don't care, welcoming each thrust as if it were the last thing you will ever receive.
Your mouth proceeds alone, bellowing and wailing each moan like an off-key song you can't stop singing, irrepressible, obscene, feverish.
"You're tight for a whore, pet, but don't worry, I'll take care of it." Joel grunts, Tess echoes you, her harsh voice protesting uselessly to let her finish, her legs wrap around Joel's waist claiming him but he is focused on ruining you now with the cruel and unrelenting force he has not reserved for her.
Her nails sink into the skin of your arms, you feel them barely disconcerted by Joel's stabs but a tiny part of your brain knows they will leave more marks on you.Â
There is nothing gentle about it, no attention, no care, just animalistic thrusts that make your body shake like an earthquake.Â
You are less, obviously less, but you are still something.
Tess turns on you, looking into your eyes, lowering a hand to your clit, rubbing it furiously and then colliding it with her own, clit against clit, pressed together in sloppy kissing, hips rocking back and forth, sliding up to the point where Joel joins obscenely with you, seeking on her own the finish Joel has not yet given her by using your body.
âOh fuck, yes,â she screeches, "here we go little slut, give it all to me" biting your skin on the marks Joel left, on your neck, on your tits, sucking your nipples between her lips, unrestrained. She's a wild amazon riding you, untamed, fierce and mean, teeth, tongue and hips demanding no permission and taking from your body what they want.Â
And then again her hand descends between you to rub her clit as her knuckles press against yours, squirting letting out a guttural sound, flooding you, Joel's cock and the sheets.Â
Joel growls at the vision âoh thatâs fucking right, babe, yeah spurt all over me, FUCK, so goodâ
And you lose yourself, your sanity flying out the window with your attempts to escape, you are caged by Tess's body, hammered by Joel's cock, you feel their eyes on you looking fiercely, them calling you their slut again and again, that's all you can do.Â
Tess pulls away from you, Joel holds you firmly by the hips, his face contorts into a grimace, he bites his lower lip as he thrusts himself possessively into you, reaches down and puts a hand around your neck, squeezing your pulse point, smiling cruelly as your air diminishes and your mind becomes rarefied âkeep it up slut, milk meâ and she scolds him âyou can't cum inside herâ.
âFuckâ he snorts "you're right". The grip on your neck loosens and you gasp, panting hard, trying to regain oxygen.
Joel slaps your pussy hard with his hand open, ordering: âon your knees, pet.â
You sit complacently on your lap on the bed, uncertain of what he wants to do. Tess is at your side, sneering.Â
âStick out your tongue for me.â He says harshly, Tess's hand bends your back, making you squat, waiting.Â
âGood kittenâ Joel grunts stroking his cock up and down, the angry red tip aimed at you. You don't realize it in time that long, thick, streaks of cum hit your face, your mouth, slide down your chin. You close your eyes just a moment before you feel his semen hit your eyelashes and run thickly down your cheek.
âMmm now you look just like a proper slutâ Tess giggles wickedly, then pauses "In fact no, we can do better". She grabs you by the arm, drags you naked as a maggot into the bathroom, and gets you on your knees inside the tub. âHold stillâ she barks at you. You close your eyes, trembling, not knowing what to expect, until you feel something warm hit your forehead, run down your face, partially wash the cum off. An acrid, pungent smell makes its way into your nostrils. As soon as it reaches your lips you realize.Â
You open your eyes, clouded by Tess's piss, her degrading gaze penetrating your bones along with Joel's laughter, standing in the bathroom enjoying the show.Â
âNow you're perfect.â
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I will never get over how incensed my cat gets when I donât let him bite me đ
#like tbf to him itâs never a HARD bite#itâs usually more of a gentle nom#heâs a very good boy and not typically very aggressive#but also do not put your teeth on my skin?????#he was sniffing me so intently the way he does when heâs about to bite and I pulled away and yelled NO#and the LOOK I got lmao#ears very slicked back#sorry I guess????
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i think im getting better at living in the moment
#maybe it's because i don't instantly have to think about future#but also like from past experiences#i feel truly present at something while connecting dots from past things learnt without plucking up a triggering memory#and when i feel i need to do something for whats approaching i can strategize out quickly and get on to. it#without overthinking about it or making too many theories#logical rational practical were so foreign terms for me#but i recently got a wow youre still able to think this logically from a friend who's supposed to be the most rational person around me#doesn't mean i don't start getting overwhelmed like always the emotions start to put their claws#and teeth on my skin#but ime learning to move past them before they sink in deeper#so. i get a bit of the male population experience that when they're not thinking their head is really that empty#its so calming??#this is my favorite part of me that happened this year#out of all the growth stuff i felt#im proud of myself okay#tho i do know its mainly because the workload is less without any pressure#but if i can familiarize with this concept ill be alright when it gets tough#at least i hope so
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ok so i hit 30 tags pretty early so i wanted to add extra thoughts under here i am SOOO SORRY OMFG ITS SO MUCH đđ GOD
attempt 1 at reading - thoughts:
i love how you wrote the nervousness and hesitation of both reader and atsumu ): this relationship feels so genuine and realistic, like every thought is so real and complex and it all just plays out soooo vividly in my head. i can literally feel every single thing in MY SOUL. it got me holding my breath, my heart racing, my stomach churning
the kiss . the first kiss where mr suna interrupted . when i tell you i read it like this >//////< EXCEPT MY HAND WAS CLASPED SO TIGHTLY OVER MY MIUTH. oh my god the reaction i had. it really felt like a first kiss all over again, i was genuinely WARM and all blushy
attempt 2 at reading - thoughts:
i loved how u wrote out the tension again .. and your characterization for all of them ?? kita being all observant? osamu being all curious ?
the emotional rollercoaster i am on in this chapter is crazy. i took my first break after suna interrupted (the kiss killed me), and im taking my second break right after atsumu confesssd (i was killed a second time). i was irritated during the cafe bc WHY r u avoiding me, and then the next second iâm like squealing đ the way that u write yue !! the way that u write . i am such a mess right now give me another moment
attempt 3 at reading - thoughts:
holy shit this scene . the kissing ? THE AAY YOU DESCDIBED IT from the first kiss ?? this one made my stomach FLIP omfg .
oh god the neck kisses . the .. the everything . my left leg has goosebumps idk why itâs only my left leg am i okay yue ? am i okay whatâs wrong with me
i have a little ways to go iâm almost done but i need yet another break holy shit i have been reduced to a dizzy lil mess what have i become
attempt 4 at reading - thoughts:
oh my god ): oh my god ): what am i even supposed to say here. i love how u wrote the smut part ?? it feels like actual love ? he is so sweet pls
osamu interrupting had me jolting upright BECAUSE SUNA FIRST NOW OSAMU ? is kita the next victim ?? poor baby
AGHHH THE ENDING IS SO CUTE i fr feel like im in an anime ): i feel so pretty and so lovely THIS WAS SO LOVELYYY TYSMMM YUE FOR WRITING THIS
v. MISUNDERSTANDINGS
miya atsumu x f!reader
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synopsis: A drunken conversation with Atsumu leads to a cascade of events that has your mind practically exploding with endless questions, and with the way Atsumu has been acting, you want clear answers, and youâll get them one way or anotherâeven if it meant arguing in the twinsâ shared apartment on a late Thursday afternoon.
chapter content warning: college au, mentions of alcohol use, intoxicated characters, cockblocker suna (rip), angst, hurt/comfort, awkward tension, atsumu & reader are dumbasses, arguing, light smut (mdni; nothing too explicit), nsfw, implied unprotected s*x, fluff towards the end yay, kita graduates from uni!, mutual pining, slow burn, requited unrequited love, friends to lovers, not beta read.
word count: 6.1k
notes: AAACKKKK last chapter!! also happy 1 month to this series !! iâm surprised i got to finish this in less than 2 months lmao considering how slow i am w writing :< divider: cafekitsune.
Light. Everything felt lightâyour head, body, voice, heart.
It felt like all the weight of your shoulders had been lifted, and you could be as carefree as a bird soaring through cerulean skies to be one with the wind. Because right this very moment, nothing mattered at all, not even the fact that you stood before the person youâve been trying to avoid since the new year rolled around.
Tucked neatly at the back of your mind like a silent reminder, you knew you shouldnât trust your intoxicated self right nowâwhether it be your thoughts or feelings but the urge to stop wasnât there, and you felt extremely optimistic about thisâall thanks to the burning alcohol that clouded every bit of your judgement.
Everything felt right.
As you met his caramel gaze, your vision tunnelled, everyone, and everything that surrounded both of you slowly turned into nothing but a mix of hazy hues, upbeat music that spilled from the speakers fading into the distance as you, and Atsumu entered your own worldâeven the orange-haired male with the bright, doe eyes melted away from your view.
Just you, and Atsumu, exactly how it was supposed to be.
With a bated breath, Atsumu wordlessly nodded, and awaited your next move, as if shackled in a hazy trance. He was fully aware of the thundering heartbeat that rang in his ears, the way his slender fingers ever so slightly dug into the scarlet plastic cup in his hand, cheeks burning with unexplainable emotions.
âLetâs talk somewhere else.â
It took all the effort for Atsumu to ignore the feeling of your bare skin against his, the searing touch of your fingers around his wrist as you hurriedly whisked him away into the intimate space of their kitchen, as if to shield you both from everyone elseâs prying eyes. Despite a stained judgement, the blonde was sure no one gave a single damn if you were to talk it out in the living room, everyone was in their own buzz anyway.
Nonetheless, Atsumu let you take the lead, whatever you wanted, he obliged. As though he was floating on cloud nine, his body became lighter with each step taken, head lightly spinning, warmth that radiated from your palm seeped into his flushed skin, prickly, miniature kisses engulfing his body.
âIâm okay now.â Resting your lower back against the ivory granite countertops, you stare up at Atsumu through your lashes, not noticing your lingering fingers curled around his wrist. For a brief moment, your breath hitched, stomach churning at the sight before you. The lighting behind Atsumu made him look like absolute heaven, flaxen strands glowing like the first rays beneath the warm illuminant, casting an ethereal halo at the back of his head. It didnât help how he stared down as if your eyes held the cosmos in them, completely awestruck.
Whatever, you chalked it up to his intoxicated state. What else could it have been?
For a brief moment, Atsumu wracked his brain for context behind your words, and as the invisible lightbulb atop his head switched on, he was reminded of the situation at hand. It definitely pulled his consciousness into sobriety. Just a tad bit.
âA-are yâsure?â A breathless, almost dainty whisper slipped past his rosy lips. He took note of the way your gaze shifted ever so slightly downwards, eyes crudely lingering on the plush of his bottom lip as his tongue briefly swiped against it.
Atsumuâs Adamâs apple bobbed at your not-so-subtle stare, stomach churning with want. He knew this feeling all too wellâit visited him whenever he was alone in his room, mind wandering over to thoughts of you which filled every corner of his mind; sometimes the feeling was too strong, other times he could bear it. Tonight, though, Atsumu wasnât sure if he was immune to this feeling, let alone erase any impulsive thoughts from his intoxicated mind.
What pulled you into this decision was something youâd never figure out; maybe it was the fact that your yearning heart grew tired of the icy distance between the two of you or maybe youâve truly come to terms with his unreciprocated feelingsâyou didnât know. All you knew was that nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations, especially when it involved feelings. But this could be an exception, right?
âSo . . Does that mean we can be friends again?â
It was weird. Atsumuâs voice brimmed with a sense of hopeâas if heâs been waiting for this very moment for the past two weeksâbut the strange glint in his caramel eyes betrayed the blonde entirely.
Despite your better judgement, you chalked it up to the warm light that casted a soft shadow upon his features; maybe you were too dizzy to see things clearly, or maybe you were looking too deep into Atsumuâs expressionâhoping to find some sort of sadness upon hearing your decision to move on, and accept his rejection.
Atsumu watched as your eyes traced his features, closely observing them as if to find some kind of answer; as selfish as it seemed, the intensity in your eyes gave him a tinge of hope that perhaps you could let yourself pine over him just a little longer because he wasnât sure what heâd do with the knowledge that your heart would no longer yearn for him.
The situation was a double-edged sword, really.
You let out a puff of breath, âYeah, of course. Weâre friends again.â Friends. That word should have given you more relief than sorrow but could you really blame yourself? It felt like a bitter reminder of cold rejection which resembled salt pressed against an unhealed wound, a searing itch that left your skin feverish.
Even if it meant selling yourself short.
Avoiding his eye contact, you swiftly unwound your fingers from his wrist, mentally cursing yourself for not noticing any sooner. A cold embrace engulfed Atsumuâs wrist, where your fingers were mere seconds ago, he tried his best to ignore how his body yearned for your warmth. He gave a small smile, one that didnât quite reach his eyes.
For a moment, you stood in each otherâs silence like two predators sizing up one another, eagerly waiting for oneâs move before pouncing, the silent hum of the fridge making up for the lack of conversation between one another.
How strange, this agreement should have cleared the unsettled air between you, and Atsumu but why did it feel like the complete opposite? As if the air turned into something more uncertain. You both knew you could feel the uncanny tension rising up, up, up but not one dared to address it.
Swiftly burying it under the rug, Atsumu spoke, thinly slicing through your trance, âYouâll find someone better.â
God, he mustâve really matured this new year because he didnât know how he was able to say that straight to your face. Being one to wear his heart on his sleeve, this was completely foreign for Atsumuâor maybe he just got better at masking his true emotions.
You closed your eyes upon hearing his response, as if doing so would help you brave the weight of his words. It didnât. That was the last thing you wanted Atsumu to say to you, âsomeone betterâ, it was brazen of him to think so poorly of himself, as though he wasnât that certain someone. It was entirely unfair on your end because who was Atsumu to determine which person was for you?
Even just thinking about it had you fuming, rejection was one thing but completely disregarding the reason behind your feelings for him was another because in your eyes, Miya Atsumu was that âsomeone betterâ; he was the one who understood you the most, the one who always looked out for you, the one you fucking wanted.
And despite your mind telling you to nod along, and suck it up, the alcohol in your body was stronger; so, you opened your eyes, and furrowed your brows at him,
Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.
âBut I donât want anyone better, Tsumu. I want you.â
Atsumuâs eyes widened, the desperation in your voice was something he hadn't heard before, it definitely pulled at his heart, guilt gnawing at his skin for being the sole reason for your drunken actions. He may be drunk but he wasnât stupid, Atsumu knew you shouldâve kept that one to yourself, he could practically see you brimming with temerity but heâd be lying to himself if he said his heart didnât skip a beat or two.
I want you, too. God, he wanted to say it back badly. The words were lodged in his throat, unable to slip past his lips despite the best efforts to do so.
It dawned on himâright then, and thereâthe severity of your feelings for him, the immense weight of it. Now, guilt really ate him away; he could only imagine how the past two weeks were for you. Did you cry while thinking about him?
That was the last thing Atsumu wanted.
Though, amidst the guilt, something else blossomed in his chest, it made him feel like he stood upon the highest pedestal. Atsumu didnât know whether it was pride or greed; as fucked up as it was, he couldnât bring himself to push the impulsiveness away as though youâve infected him with your own. His heart hammered at a thought that formed in his mind, even just thinking about it stirred his chest.
Despite Atsumuâs better judgement, he held onto the feeling with a tight grip, and opened his mouth, tongue nervously swiping at the bottom lip,
Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.
âIs . . Is it bad that I really want to kiss you right now?â
You sucked in a breath, heart pounding at Atsumuâs sudden confession. If you were sober, youâd have a million thoughts racing through your mind right now, questioning the feelings he really had for you but unfortunately, only one thing was on your mindâhow badly you wanted to kiss Atsumu too.
Dragging yourself further down, down, down the void of uncertainty, you shook your head in a daze,
Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.
âWhat if I say I want to kiss you, too?âÂ
Barely audible but Atsumu heard it just fine over the pounding of his heart, over the incoherent conversations beyond this kitchen, over the muted bass music because as long as it's you, heâd always listen, even if it meant drowning out the entire world.
Then, there was a heartbeat, a passing second, a dip of a finger to test undisturbed waters; the funny thing was that even a minute disturbance could cause a ripple effect for miles, and miles, awakening the dormant creatures that lay beyond the azure surface.
It was swift, as though Atsumu had been waiting for this very moment to happenâone second you were locked in a trance, the next his lips were pressed against your own, a shared warmth of intimacy searing both bodies in an eternal blaze like a blue flame that dangerously destroyed everything in its path.
Shy. Warm. Soft. Rosy. Like it was meant to be. The list could go on, and on but it was as though your thoughts came quickly before your mind could register them, leaving you in a white, empty haze. With the plastic cups long forgotten on the counter behind, you closed your eyes as Atsumuâs body eagerly pressed against yours, strong arms coming up to rest on the granite countertop behind you, fingers digging into the material to ground himself.
For a moment, everything was still, lips unmoving against each other, a time to bask in this newfound intimacyâthe foreignness of one anotherâs body. The earth felt like it spun on its axis way faster than usual, as if day, and night merged to become one; hues of late dusk, and early dawn intertwined like your bodies.
Bitterness from Atsumuâs rosy lips lingered on your own; you never liked the taste of beer but oddly enough, you didnât mind it at all.
Your hands cupped Atsumuâs jaw, fingers gently digging onto his soft skin, eager for more as your lips moulded together. Slowly moving his mouth against your own, you followed suit to match the sensual pace he had set, falling deeper, and deeper between the hazy boundaries of friendship, and something a little more. Low whimpers slipped past between each feverish kiss as a drunken greed gradually controlled your bodies.
The initial softness of the kiss dissipated as each second passed, slowly turning into something more carnal, and passionateâbreaths becoming heavier, and faces eagerly pressed against one another, angled in a way to grant more access.
Was this what cloud nine felt like? Exhilarating? Euphoric? As though there was no one elseâ
âOh!âHoly shit. Did I interrupt?â
A familiar voice violently pulled you, and Atsumu back into reality, swiftly jumping away from each otherâs hold, and looking over to the owner of the voice. Suna. The brunette stared at both of youâlooking like a deer caught in headlights, chests heavingâhis expression was unreadable, almost like a mix of shock, and amusement. You, and Atsumu kissing in the kitchen was absolutely not in his new year bingo card.
Well, this encounter certainly was enough to strip you into sobriety.
Your head spun a little, lungs severely deprived of oxygen. Shame, and realisation settled deep in your bonesâshame because Suna just caught you, and Atsumu almost sucking the soul out of each other, and realisation because everything about this whole situation was so wrong; a million questions formulated in your mind as each awkward second passed.
On the other hand, Atsumu was equally as horrified, albeit annoyed that he didnât have the chance to kiss you longer. The thrumming of his heart pounded in his ears, his mind trying to come up with anything to say just to stop the thoughts formulating in Sunaâs mindâoh, he knows that look on his friendâs face very well.
Your view became obstructed by the expanse of Atsumuâs back, a subtle attempt to block you from the brunetteâs gaze.
âW-what the hell, Suna?! Donât jusâ barge into the kitchen, ya scrub!â Atsumu tried his best to act tough but miserably failed with the shakiness in his voice betraying him.
As if to make matters worse, Suna didnât back down, a smug look painted on his flushed face as the blonde shamelessly blamed him,
âWell, how was I supposed to know that you two were sucking each otherâs faces in the kitchen?!â
Did he have to word it like that?
Atsumu opened, and closed his mouth, trying to think of ways to deny Sunaâs accusations but his mind went blank, even with just the brunette mentioning your kiss had him blushing like a mad man. Silence yet again occupied the kitchen, low bass music spilled from the speakers, and incoherent chatters from beyond the space making up for the lack of conversation.
Before the situation could get even more awkward, you spoke up, âI . . think Iâm just going to go . . â This gained both their attention, carefully watching as you navigated past Atsumu, and out the kitchen.
The blonde watched as you staggered past him, and Suna; he wanted to go after you, and talk about what just happened but the soles of his feet stayed rooted on the ground, too heavy to lift, even the words he wanted to say were lodged in his throat.
So, Atsumu decided it was best to let you go.
Monday.Â
Everyoneâs enemy but also a day to gather around the campus coffee shop with friends, and be productive for a while. The calming aroma of coffee engulfed your senses; low chatter from other customers, faint jazz music, and the occasional hum of the coffee machine filled the table from the lack of conversation. Despite the cafĂ©âs light ambience, it didnât do much to hide the growing tension that surrounded the group, specifically you, Atsumu, and Suna.
Kita was the first to notice the subtle shift of aura that emanated from you three, especially after catching a glimpse of Sunaâs narrow eyes trailing from you to Atsumu over his laptop screen; though, he had much more things to worry about than to indulge himself in whatever tomfoolery this was. Heâd ask questions later.
On the other hand, Osamu was more than curious, especially after his older twin started acting out of characterâAtsumu wasnât one to engulf himself in thoughts to the point where heâd be staring at an inanimate object, in a complete daze but lately, Osamu has seen him behave as such.
The latter could practically feel the weight of awkwardness pressing against his skin as he subtly watched the three of you. Of course, he did his best to pry off information from the blonde only to no avail; Osamu didnât know why Suna was even caught up in this but he suspected it was from the party a few days ago.
He remembered seeing you stumble out of the kitchen when he was on his way to grab more drinks from their fridge, the younger twin thought nothing of it until he was met with Suna, and Atsumu awkwardly standing in the kitchen. Normally, Osamu wouldâve asked questions that night but the alcohol in him couldnât care less about the situation.
Staring at the untouched document pulled up on your laptop, you ducked behind your screen to avoid Sunaâs wandering gaze, and Osamuâs not-so-subtle curiosity. This was hell. You didnât even know why you decided to turn up today after that shit show at the partyâmaybe because you thought you could shove down that memory especially after telling Atsumu that you were fine or maybe you craved the closeness you two once had, and now you were here to rebuild that.
As easy as it sounded, you feared it might not be so with the way Atsumu has been avoiding you like the plague. First, it started when you walked into the cafĂ© at the same time as the twins, Osamu greeted you at the door before heading inside leaving you, and Atsumu outside. Now, that wouldâve been fine if the latter didnât make a show of taking a couple of steps back to let you go first as though you carried some kind of incurable disease.
The second time was when Atsumu realised the only vacant seat was next to your own, thus, asking to swap with Osamu just so he could sit farthest away from you. And the third was when you had asked him if he was alright while waiting in line to order only to be met with a mindless nod before returning to his phone in his hand.
You tried your very best to ignore the blooming pain in your chest; sure, being sad about Atsumu possibly avoiding you was reasonable but then again, you were the one who told him you were okay nowâhow Atsumu decided to act after the party was beyond your control.
God but it pissed you off. Swallowing oneâs pride, and making effort to rekindle a cold friendship was not an easy feat when the other doesnât do the same. It shouldnât work you up this much but it did, and now you were second guessing yourself that maybe it was an irrational decision to abruptly tell Atsumu that youâve come to terms with moving on.
That night at the party, were you lying to yourself just so you could be around him again?
Whatever. It was too late to take it back anyway.
The days ahead were monotonous, and boring; you, and Atsumu remained orbiting around one another, careful not to get into each otherâs path of trajectory but it was tiring. Not only did it feel like navigating through eggshells while he was around but the constant questions from your friends tested your limits. Though, it wasnât their fault for simply being curious, and getting left in the dark about the whole situation but the prying felt like endless jabs of sharp needles along your skin.
From their point of view, you, and Atsumu were stubborn about the whole situation. None dared to speak up about it, acting as though everything was fine, so your friends were left with very little to work with.
It felt like a game of cat, and mouse where you were the feline chasing Atsumu around. The longer the days dragged on, the more thoughts formulated in your mind, and they all involved the blonde in some way or another. And just like everyone else, you had your limits too; you were tired of Atsumu acting like a stubborn idiot.
When you confessed to Atsumu, sure, you expected an awkward phase but this was even worse. There wasnât just distance between the two of you, it felt like you were strangers.
He was known for brashly saying the sharp truth, so why couldnât he be straightforward with you? Was he disgusted by the kiss, and deeply regretted it? Did he think you were weird? You didnât know, but you were bound to find out even if it meant knocking at the twinâs apartment door at 5:45 PM on a cold, rainy Thursday.
With the sun hidden behind the looming grey clouds, the late winter afternoon was even darker; the roads were packed with vehicles while the sidewalks occupied students, and company workers alike trying their best to shield themselves from the heavy downpour. Despite the streets being illuminated with a tinge of warm yellow from cars, and streetlights, it did nothing to brighten up the gloomy day.
Funny, it was as though the universe knew how you felt today.
âIf yer lookinâ for âSamu, he wonât be back until 8 PM.â Greeted with Atsumuâs shocked face as the ivory door to their apartment opened, you couldnât help but visibly roll your eyes at his stubbornness. Yeah, like youâd be here at their apartment looking for Osamuâyou knew each of their timetables like the back of your hand.
Flaxen strands that sat atop his head were unruly, a sign that he mustâve been taking a nap sometime ago. Atsumu donned a light blue hoodie paired with black sweats; you tried your best not to ogle the man, after all, you were here for a sensible talk.
âIâm here for you, Miya.â
Atsumu gripped the metal handle a little tighter, the coolness of it seeping into the warmth of his skin. He tried not to flinch at the sudden formality of the conversation. Nonetheless, the blonde pulled the door wider, a wordless invite to their humble space. Giving him a small smile before walking inside, you tried not to think about the last time you were here, and how you found yourself drunkenly kissing Atsumu in their kitchen.
The sound of the door closing shut behind Atsumu reverberated throughout the walls of their apartment, followed by a deafening silence. Met with his honeyed stare, you awkwardly coughed, and played with the hem of your jacket, âIâm not going to take up too much of your time . . but I do just have one question.â
There was a momentary silence as Atsumu waited for you to proceed; he had so many questions running through his mind right now, and it took all his willpower to hold them back, and let you speak instead. It was getting harder, and harder to focus as each second passed with the pounding of his heartâAtsumu didnât know what to expect.
âDid youâDid you regret that kiss . . ?â
Your skin burned as the question lingered in the air, a beat or two before Atsumu finally spoke up, â. . N-no, whyâd ya ask?â
Sighing, impatience prickled your feverish skin. âWhyâd you ask?â What the hell does he mean by why would I ask? We made out for fuck sake, thatâs something friends donât do! Why is he acting so casual about it?Â
âGod, this just made it a lot worse. I have so many fucking questions that my mind wants to explode right now,â Pinching the bridge of your nose, you slowly paced back, and forth, the floors beneath silently creaking with each step. So, Atsumu didnât regret the kiss but heâs acting like youâre strangersâfucking hell, why did he even kiss you in the first place?!
Your mind was a complete mess.
Trying to calm yourself down with slow, deep breaths, you decided to address the elephant in the room first, âThen why have you been avoiding me, Atsumu?âIâm sorry but Iâm the one who got rejected, I cannot think of any reason why you should be avoiding me like this.â Atsumu hated that look on your faceâthe desperation, the sadness, the frustration. He never thought that heâd be the one making you feel all these negative emotions, and it pained him as much as it pained you.
Atsumu let out a sigh, carefully formulating the right words into a coherent sentence, âIâm just . . trying to be careful, okay?â His stomach dropped as your face contorted with more confusion.
Did he say something wrong?
âCareful about what, Atsumu?! Youâugh! Itâs so hard to talk to you when youâre giving me all these stupidly vague answers! Iâve already told you I was fine. I donât care anymore that you donât like me back. I just want us to be back to normal again.â
Now, it was Atsumuâs turn to be upset. He couldnât bear the thought of you moving on so quickly, and thatâs why heâs been acting distant lately; it annoyed him how easy it was for you to talk to him like nothing happened but Atsumu knew he couldnât tell you the reasonâwhy couldnât you just try, and understand his situation? Rejecting wasnât an easy task to do, especially if it was the person he had been hopelessly pining for.
âWellâmaybe things arenât meant ta back ta normal!â
What?
You stared at him for a second, brows furrowed as you tried to comprehend his words that lingered in the cold air of their apartment. Silence engulfed the two of you, the distant sounds of HyĆgoâs late afternoon rain seeping through the slightly opened window.
âDo you feel uncomfortable around me after knowing the fact that I have feelings for you? Is that it?â âGod, noâI could never feel that way.â
It took all of Atsumuâs patience not to wrap his arms around youâhe wanted to hold you against him badly; that defeated look on your face broke his heart but he couldnât bring himself to do so. Maybe Atsumu was the coward after all.
âThen tell me whatâs wrong, âTsumu!â
âItâs hard fâme as well, yâknow?!â âWhat is?â
Atsumu closed his eyes, the words heâs been wanting to scream at the top of his lungs lodged in his throat, threatening to slip out. A wave of adrenaline rush coursed through his veins, heart pounding like crazy with this newfound high, it made him feel as though he was invincibleâas if he could say anything, and everything without a care for its consequences.
Fuck it.
âFuckâItâs because I like ya back, okay?! I always have! And rejectinâ ya was so goddamn hard fâme because Iâm still not over ya. God, I think about ya every single second, and it pains me so much because yer already movinâ on, and âm still stuck here.â
What?
Flabbergasted, you stared at Atsumu all wide-eyed, the thrumming of your heart becoming increasingly loud against your ears as each slow second passed. Did he just say he liked you back? As though mother nature was watching, the rain outside poured harder; sounds of droplets of heavy water against the roof filled the silent apartment, pulling you back into reality.
âThen whyâIf you feel the same way then why did you reject me?â
When you knocked on the door to the twinsâ apartment, you expected a sincere conversation with Atsumu, not him confessing his feelings out of the blue. You were absolutely speechlessâyou didnât know whether to jump for joy because he actually does like you back or whether to massage your temples from pure confusion.
âBack then during the trip, ya told me ya werenât ready for a relationship yet, and that ya only wanted ta confess ta get rejected nâ move on. I wanted ta respect yer decision, so . .â
Flashbacks of said conversation from the trip quickly came into mind, and how you told Atsumu about not being ready for a relationship yet.
Oh.
Oh.
The weight of frustration from your shoulders slowly dissipated, the pent up annoyance you held in your heart was gone too. Suddenly, you werenât so frustrated anymore after learning about the whole truth behind the situation. You were able to breathe better with the bad air finally cleared between you, and Atsumu.
Looking at it now, you felt absolutely silly. The whole situation turned out to be one big misunderstanding, it was almost laughableânow, you truly understood the essence of communication is key.
You let out a humourless laugh, âYouâre so stupid, you know that?â Taking a few steps toward the blonde, you leaned your forehead against his chest, a hand coming up to curl into a fist to lightly hit it; a faint scent of his musky cologne lingered on the fabric of his hoodie, effectively invading your senses. Atsumu didnât hesitate to wrap his arms around your torso, pulling your body flush against his before resting his chin on the crown of your head.
For a beat or two, you, and Atsumu remained in each otherâs hold, basking in the cosy atmosphere.Â
âWould I be more stupid if I tell ya I want ta pick up where we left off at the party?â
Before you knew it your lips were sealed in a searing kissâthis time, it felt raw, all things passionate, and eager. Hands impatiently roaming each otherâs unexplored bodies, sounds of wet kisses slowly filling up the apartment. The atmosphere shifted from cosy to something more sensual, light groans, and moans slipping in between each kiss.
Your hands rested on Atsumuâs golden strands, fingers gently tugging at it as he worked his lips down the column of your neck, teeth lightly nipping at the feverish skin. Atsumu focused on a certain spot just below your ear, nipping, and sucking at it which pulled a dainty whine from your lips.
ââT-TsumuâAh!â You gasped, his tongue leaving trails of goosebumps beneath its sinful licks against your skin. He cursed under his breath, the dizzying tone of your voice awakening the slumbering carnal beast that resided in his core. With each dulcet moan that slipped past your swollen lips, Atsumu became greedier, he wasnât going to settle for mere kisses on your skinâhe needed to hear more.
Pulling away from your intoxicating scent, Atsumu looked down at you with parted lips, and hooded eyes, caramel gaze clouded with nothing but pure desire. âI think we should take this ta my room.â He panted.
Nodding at his proposal, hurried footsteps padded over to his room as though each second wasted was crucial. As soon as the door behind Atsumu slammed shut, his lips were on yours once again, strong hands deftly working on the layers of clothing you wore, slowly slipping them off of you one by one; Atsumu could practically feel himself shaking with nervousness, and excitement.
Discarding your top on the wooden floor beneath, Atsumu stared wide-eyed at your torso, both hands coming up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra, earning a low moan from you. The air of the room felt cold against your skin but Atsumuâs touch was enough to ignite you.
âSo beautiful . .â He absent-mindedly gasped, a lovestruck look in his honeyed eyes.
Hands eagerly tugging at the hem of his hoodie, Atsumu swiftly pulled the fabric off his torso in one movement, golden strands tousled from the action. Goosebumps formed upon his sun kissed skin, bare torso met with the cold winter air; your eyes raked Atsumuâs physique up, and down, shamelessly ogling his muscled chest in all its naked glory. God, you used to just fantasise about this, and now it was served right in front of you on a silver platter.
You decorated each otherâs skin with endless love bites, sinful hues of dark red, and purple peppered along your chest, and neck. Atsumu took his sweet time to savour every bit of youâyour taste, your scent, your sounds, everything. He made sure to bask in your serene beauty, the gentle glow of your bare figure before utterly devouring you like a starved animal, ravaging your purity with carnal desire.
Atsumu let himself go at the raw intimacy of your bodies, the feeling of your sweet warmth brought tears of pleasure in his eyes as he pushed, and pushed towards the newfound ecstasy you both shared. The chant of his name slipped past your lips like a sinful melody, mere fuel to the relentless drive of his hips. But Atsumu held you dearly against his naked body through it all, fingers intertwined with your own as he keenly chased both your pleasures, choked out moans of your name whispered hotly against your sensitive skin.
And as you both tipped over the edge, Atsumu didnât fail to tell you how much he loved you in between each pathetic moan as he painted your insides white, the dizzying pleasure contorting his handsome face in pure ecstasy. You held him in your arms, nails digging crescent-shaped marks on his skin, whispering saccharine praises to him as you let go, and emptied the words of your heart.
As the gentle aftermath of the passionate exchange rolled around, Atsumu held you in his arms, hearts beating as one, and lulling you both to sleep. The last thing you heard was a faint âI love youâ before passing out from exhaustion.
ââTsumu, what did ya want forâOh my god! What the fuck?!âÂ
A familiar voice abruptly pulled you, and Atsumu out of your sleep, followed by the loud bang of his door slamming shut. Muffled expletives from outside the room could be heard as you both stirred beneath the ivory sheets. ââTsumu, what the hell?! Ya shouldâve warned me before I went into yer room!â Osamu yelled from the other side of the door.
Atsumu groaned, rubbing his face before turning to the door, âShut yer trap! Ya shouldâve knocked!â At his twinâs silence, he let out a sigh, and slung a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his naked body before closing his eyes once again.
You let out a soft chuckle, âWe really need to stop getting caught. First, Suna, and now Osamu.â Atsumu hummed in response, too sleepy to even think or form a coherent sentence. Snuggling closer to him, you closed your eyes, and went back to sleep as well.
Oh, you could get used to this.
Winter slowly turned into spring as March rolled aroundâthe end of the academic year.
Trees that were once bare slowly blossomed with flowers, hues of yellows, and browns were replaced with endless greenery, and frigid air became more welcoming like a warm embrace. Most importantly, the cold distance between you, and Atsumu no longer existed, instead, it was replaced by fluttering heartbeats, and fluffy moments that hinted at a sweet forevermore.
âThere he is! How does it feel to be a fresh graduate!â Suna whistled as Kita walked over to the group, clad in a black academic gown with a matching trencher propped neatly on his head, the golden tassel on the cap swayed with every step taken; he donned a warm smile, one hand holding his well-deserved degree.
The buzz of excitement outside the venue was high, the graduation ceremony having finished just a few minutes ago. You were all surrounded by graduands, all with heartfelt smiles on their faces as they conversed with family, and friends alike.Â
As your friends fell into a merry conversation, a warm hand interlaced with your own, giving your hand a comfortable squeeze. Atsumu. Looking up at your boyfriend, he cheekily leaned into your ear, whispering an âI love youâ before slowly blinking at you, mirroring a catâs action. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at his antics.
âAre you two lovebirds done, now?â Suna coughed, pulling you back into reality.
Met with amused expressions plastered on your friendsâ faces, you, and Atsumu returned a sheepish smile before joining in their conversation. âAnyway, we were talkinâ about how we should celebrate Kitaâs graduation. It can also serve as a treat for us for makinâ it through another academic year.â Osamu explained, earning a hum of approval from you, and Atsumu.
âHow about a spring trip to Kyoto?â â
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#.recs#s.haikyuu#this is going to be a LONG set of tags bc i know ima have sm to say. i did reread the last ch to put myself in tears again to fit the mood#vision tunneling when atsumu is there is so cute btw ): everything becoming background noise when heâs there ? also u write so pretty.#âit took all the effort for atsumu to ignore the feeling of ur bare skin against hisâ THAT ENTIRE SENTENCE FUUCK pretty ))):#âso .. does that mean we can be friends again?â no. date me . DATe. MEEEEEE. PLEASEEEEE#âa searing itch that left your skin feverishâ yes i remember being in tears last chapter i remember it so vividly . my heart was shattered#ok the small smile after we move our fingers from his actually made me physically react idk why i pictured that 1 so clearly in my head but#âi want you.â âdid you cry thinking about him?â YEAH. YEAH I WAS CRYING IM TEARING UP RN JUST THINKING ABIUT CRYING PLS DATE ME PLS đđđđđPL#THE WAY I JJST GOT SHIVERS AG THE KISS. OH HOW IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT. IM ACTUALLY LIKE D: W A HORRENDOUS BLUSH RN OMG IM So WARM#god FUCKING DAMMIT SUNA FUUUUUCKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUUU#ok atsumu shielding us makes me feel some kinda way but also suna u asshole âhow was i supposed to know u two were sucking each otherâs fac#kita ? tomfoolery?? thatâs so silly that made me giggle hehe đ heâs such a mood btw i love him#ATSUMU. u want to sit the FURTHEST AWAY FROM ME ? what do u think i have cooties ???? i kissed YOU so that means u have cooties too u GOOF#the gloomy rainy day. tying that in to how we feel. god yue you know to make my head explode (compliment)#âif youâre looking for samuâ ???? did i hear you correctly ?? did i ??????? i donât think so. u are testing me mr atsumu#âmiya.â YEAH TELL HIM WHATS UP !!! (i am also ogling . sweats .. messy hair âŠ. geezâŠ.)#atsumu you. YOU. you didnât regret it !? so why r we not kissing rn . why am i calling you miya rn if u didnât regret it. U TEL#YOU TELL ME. omg he did tell me. oh my eyes r in fact widening oh i am in fact blushing oh this is really something omg omg omg :â)#LIGHT GROANS AND MOANS SLIPPING? This is .. THIS IS ⊠YUE ⊠IM SO !!!! IM#THE TEETH NIPPING AT THE NECKKK GOD I AM ACTUALKY FEVERISH IM ACTUALKY TURNING ON MY FAN RN WTFFFF WTF WTF WTFMSMS#MOANING HIS NAME AND TYHEN HIM CURSING HNDER HIS BREATH PLS I JJST GOT ANITHER SHIVER DOWN MY SPINE#OGLING HIS MUSCLED CHEST YES I AM WHHHWEWWWWWWWW GOD#a faint i love you before falling asleep pls this is so soft. also this scene killed me i am a mess now i have no words#OSAMU ? THe door Slamming SHUT LMAO? OMFGGG WE KEEO GETTING CAUGHT FR#replaced by fluttering heartbeats ): oh no more tears for me yay!!! i can finally experience happiness now#YAYY CONGRATS KITA. omfg the last sentence yue this was fr so perfect i love you so much how am i reading this for free#oh i am so in love with this series oh my god ?? every chapter was so beautifully written im just in awe#the pacing the everything was so perfect . it all felt#i literally love them all. i love every part of this sm i mean it :â( this was such an awesome read fuck what do i do now (i hit 30 tagsâčïž)
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if it doesn't sound fetishistic to say you're attracted to people with long hair or freckles or wide hips or dark brown eyes that look almost black, then it shouldn't sound fetishistic to say you're attracted to fat people. If it's not inherently a fetish to say you like people with sculpted backs or toned arms or six packs or small breasts or a coke bottle figure, then why would it be fetishistic to like a soft face with a double chin, or a round stomach, or big legs rippling with cellulite or stretch marks on rolls. you can find a fat person attractive. you can love the way their cheeks press up to meet the corners of their eyes, or the way their arms look, or the way their love handles spill out of their clothes. you can just. like fat people. you can say you like fat people. do you ever think how strange it is? how someone may think you're some sort of "perverse" weirdo for just...liking a body? how strange it is to put these precursory disclaimers of "not to be weird, but", "I don't mean it in that way, but", "I'm not a chubby chaser, but", or "I know it's kind of problematic, but..." could you imagine if it was any other body?
"not to sound like a muscle gain fetishist, but I love women with athletic bodies. It might sound weird, but I love short kings. I don't mean it in a weird way, but I love girls with hip dips."
It would seem strange. unnecessary. one may even assume there is some sort of guilt or fear you're hiding because it's normal to have things you like. it's normal to find certain things cute, hot, sexy.
you can sexually desire fat people and enjoy that they are fat. you can do that.
also, if you genuinely have a fetish (or deep sexual attraction if u for whatever reason are uncomfortable with the word fetish) for something that is found on larger bodies (bellies, fupas, thighs, underarms with fat/breast tissue in them, sagging breasts, big arms with skin that wobbles, cankles), or for a bigger body in and of itself (because I know some of y'all still want to sever yourselves from this), there is nothing wrong with that. people have fetishes for hands and teeth and earlobes and kneecaps and butts and shoulders and calves. what makes their thing any more acceptable than yours? there is nothing wrong with being aroused by bigger bodies.
please do not add tags and reblog this with "except when such and such is involved". I am not bringing those situations up for a reason. do not attempt to pivot this post into a thinkpiece on the objectification and/or abuse of fat bodies, ESPECIALLY if you yourself are not fat.
this is coming from the perspective of a Black person. Namely, a Black Nigerian-American person. Where I come from, there is a cultural, pre-colonial practice of gaining weight (and yes, particularly getting fat) to accentuate beauty. my body was handed down to me lovingly by my ancestors. i love my fat.
and if you love it too, that's okay. âĄ
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I'm Not In Love (Logan Howlett x fem!Reader)
A/N: Okay, so this if my first fic in over a year, and it's also my first Wolverine fic...so please be kind. I'm just getting back into the groove. Expect it to possibly be a little rough. This is big time inspired by "I'm Not In Love" by 10cc. This fic is also thanks to a request I got from an anonymous user! Thanks for the idea, anon! Hope it's okay! Enjoy guys.
Summary: After harboring a crush on Logan for months, things finally come to a head while on an overnight mission.
Warnings: SMUT. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. There's like no plot here just smut, Unprotected PIV sex (wrap it up), Oral (f!receiving), AFAB reader, Sizekink!(this was a specific size kink request, and so the reader is therefore described as being smaller than Logan/his shirt being big on her), cursing, praise kink, OOC!Logan (just putting this out there because I haven't seen the X-Men movies/read X-Men comics in forever and I'm probably giving him terms he doesn't use/having him act in ways he might not typically), feelings, cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan, one bed muahaha, probably grammar errors, think that's it?
Word Count: 3,162 I got carried away
He was driving you absolutely crazy. Logan. Logan fucking Howlett, with his cocksure attitude and self-satisfied smile. Maybe itâs the way he thinks heâs always right. Maybe itâs that stupid stubbornness, that prowl he does when he walks across a room to meet you. To mock you. His whole being towering over youâhis musky, pine-scented cologne filling your lungs. Heâs everywhereâand not just metaphoricallyâliterally and physically. His giant frame shadows yours, and you canât help but admit that thereâs something about itâŠsomething about him.Â
You want him. Bad. And although you wonât admit it, youâve wanted him for months. And so, as of lately, heâs not so much a nuisance as much as heâs a distraction.Â
You just had to be sent on this mission with Loganâthis ridiculous two-day stake-out that you could have done on your own. Youâre certainly strong enough; your telekinetic powers and regenerative abilities are enough to handle any situation. And yet, here you are, walking up to a motel with Logan fucking Howlett.Â
His frame practically consumes yours as he stands behind you on the sidewalk. You swear you can feel the ghost of his fingertips against your waist, impatient and ready to guide you forward. You silently wish he wouldâwish he would grab your hips and take you down that alleyway andâ
âYou okay, darlinâ?â His voice is gruff against the shell of your ear. âYou seem awfully distracted.â
You swallow your embarrassment and hope he wonât pick up on how fast your heart is beating. âIâm fine, just tired,â you mutter, lying straight through your teeth. You can feel his smirk against the side of your head. He has to know what heâs doing. He has to know how much you want him.Â
He chuckles and his chest vibrates against your back. âToo tired for the mission, bub? Weâre almost at the motel, donât worry.â The condescension in his voice is palpable. He knows exactly how to get under your skin. Youâre putty in his hands.Â
He steps out from behind you, and before you can mourn the loss of the contact, he grabs your hand and leads the way through the doors of the motel. âThis okay?â He whispers in your ear, his massive hand giving your smaller one a squeeze. All you can manage is a nod as you approach the front desk. You know itâs just to support your coverâyou and Logan are posing as a married coupleâbut you canât help but hope it means more. You need it to mean more.Â
God, you are so fucked.Â
Youâre so distracted thinking about how close Logan is to you that you almost miss the moment when the worker at the front desk says the only room left has just one bed.Â
You crane your head to look up at Logan, who you find is already looking down at you.Â
âThatâs perfect,â he says, his eyes still on you. His stare doesnât budge as the man behind the front desk slides the key towards the two of you. Logan grabs the keys and finally breaks the moment. His hand is still holding yours as he navigates the two of you toward your motel room.Â
The room isâŠsmall. Thereâs one queen bed in the center, a bathroom on the other side of the room, and an old box television resting on an even older-looking oak dresser. On the bright side, the place appears to be clean.Â
âI should freshen up,â you say, taking off your shoes. Your hand slips out of Loganâs as you pad over to the bathroom with your bag.Â
The bathroom isnât horrible either. Dated, but clean. You brush your teeth and wash your face before undressing and searching for your pajamas in your bagâwhich, naturally, you forgot to pack.Â
âAh fuck,â You mutter louder than you meant to.Â
You hear Logan stirring in the other room, his footsteps quickly approaching the door. âYou okay?â You can sense the concern in his voice, and you canât help but smile.Â
âYeah, just forgot to pack something to wear to bed.â Thereâs more shuffling on the other side of the door. You hear Loganâs bag zip.Â
âYou want my shirt?â He asks, standing just outside the door now.Â
âIâd feel bad, then youââ Your protests are ignored as he opens the door just enough to toss his Calgary Flames t-shirt onto the bathroom sink, closing it tightly once the shirt lands. You smirk as you walk over to the shirt and put it on. The hem lands at the middle of your thighs. Logan really is massive, you think to yourself.Â
You take a deep breath, slowly twist the knob of the bathroom door, and head outside. Logan is lounging on the chair next to the dresser, his eyes on you as you place your bag down on the floor at the foot of the bed.Â
âTh-thanks for theâŠâ You stutter, trailing off as you nod down to the shirt.Â
Logan smirks as he pushes himself out of the chair and makes his way toward you. You think you see him take you in, look you up and down, but that canât possibly be.
He shakes his head as he stops at your side. You swear you hear him mutter a low fuck under his breath. âYou look good.â But he doesnât stop for long. He pushes forward and into the bathroom. âIâll sleep on the floor,â he mumbles as he shuts the door behind him.Â
âLetâs just share the bed,â you shout back, unsure of where the confidence to say that came from. But thereâs no response, just the running of water from the sink.Â
You sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for what feels like forever, but Logan doesnât take long at all. After a few minutes, you hear the sink shut off and the door creek open.Â
You shake your head as you stand from the bed to face him. âBy the way, youâre not sleeping on the floor, donât be ridicââ Youâre too stunned to say another word. Youâve seen Logan shirtless before, sure, but not like this. Not in just his boxers. Not in a room with him, alone, for an entire night. You need to relax, to calm down, but thereâs nowhere else to go, and nothing else to look at. You know he can your heart beating out of your chest now.Â
 He steps toward you, engulfing you with his presence. You stare up at him. âAm I really that scary?â He closes the distance between the two of you.Â
You try to play dumb. âW-what are you talking about?â
âEvery time I get close to you, that little heart of yours practically explodes.â
You swallow roughly. âI d-donât know what youâre talking about, Logan.â But your shaky voice gives it away. You know exactly what he means.Â
His arms snake around your waist, resting on your lower back. âYeah, you do, darlinâ,â he says. âYou afraid of me or something?â God he is so fucking cocky, you think to yourself.Â
ââMânot afraid of you,â you whisper. âCould never be afraid of you.âÂ
He smiles and walks you to the edge of the bed, your knees threatening to buckle under the pressure. âWhat is it then, hm? You like how big I am? That it?â Your eyes frantically search his face for some sort of excuse, some sort of denial. But he can read you like a book. âYeah, I think thatâs it.â Heâs towering over you, caging you in.Â
âItâs more than that,â you admit.Â
He cocks his head to the side. âOh yeah? What?â He wonât let that be enoughâyou know he wonât. Heâll tease it out of you. His presence is dizzying and distracting. Youâre not even sure you can form another complete sentence.Â
âI-itâs just you,â you finally choke out.Â
But itâs not enough for him. âWhat about me?â
Everything, you want to say. You want to tell him how you feel. âLogan, IâŠâ But you canât. Iâm not in love, thatâs what youâve been trying to convince yourself of for months. Â
âGo on, say it. Whatâs got you going?â He tightens his grip around your waist, his thumbs rubbing gently along your back. He leans down, his lips brushing against your forehead. âUse your words, sweetheart.âÂ
Your eyes flutter shut, and you take a deep breath. Heâs everything and heâs everywhere. Heâs in your head and in your hands. You can smell the musk and the pine and a hint of mint and that extra thing that is just distinctly him. Heâs warm and his breath ever-so-lightly tickles your ear as his forehead rests against yours.Â
And then finally, it comes out.
âI want you, Lo.â
You open your eyes and immediately notice the change in his expression. That cocky grin is gone. He isnât teasing anymore. This is something else. Want. No, stronger than that. Desire. Adoration. Longing. Like those four words undid something in him. Untangled some knot that had been there for far too long. Almost like he thought you maybe wouldnât want this. That maybe someone wouldnât want him.Â
So, you say it again. âI want you, Logan.âÂ
He shuts his eyes. âFuck.âÂ
And then heâs pushing you down onto the mattress. His lips find their way to yours, crashing like the world is about to end. You can feel his hunger, his desperation. He rests one hand next to your head for balance and slips his free hand underneath the shirt he lent you. Heâs exploring the curves of your body, the dips and turns, eventually pulling the shirt up and over your head.Â
He comes up for air as his fingers play with the clasp of your bra. You watch his Adamâs apple bob in his throat. âThis okay?â He asks, waiting for your approval. You nod and the hooks are immediately undone. You arch your back so he can slip the bra off. âFuck, pretty girl,â he mumbles. âYouâre so fucking beautiful.âÂ
His hands find their way to your chest, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, teasing you, pinching lightly.Â
âLo, please. Need you,â is all you can say.Â
He trails a line of kisses down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, the center of your chest, his mouth traveling achingly slowly until finally landing on one of your tits. He kisses your nipple before taking it into his mouth, biting lightly and licking the hurt away.Â
âPlease,â you beg again.Â
He comes up for a moment. âPlease what?â He asks before moving on to the other side.Â
âNeed you so bad,â You whimper. But he doesnât stop. âN-need you to touch me.â
He pauses again. âThink Iâm already doing that, darlinâ. Gonna have to be more specific.âÂ
âFuck me, please.â Â
He shakes his head. âWanna make you feel good first, pretty girl.âÂ
You sit up a bit, ready to protest. âBut you are. Youâre making me feel soââ Youâre cut off by the sight of him staring up at you as he trails kisses down your stomach, stopping at the top of your panties. He grabs your hips and pushes you further into the center of the bed. His fingers slip under the hem of your panties, waiting for your approval. You nod, and he practically tears them right off you.Â
Logan kisses the inside of your thigh, slowly charting a path toward your core, his thumb tracing circles on the other thigh. Youâre already squirming under his touch. âLo,â You whimper. âPleaseâFuck!â Without warning, his tongue licks a long stripe up your folds to your clit. His lips lock around it, sucking softly, his fingers suddenly teasing your entrance before slipping a finger inside.
âSo tight darlinâ. Gonna feel so good,â he mumbles against you, the vibrations of his deep voice sending a jolt up your spine.Â
Heâs taking his time, tasting you, savoring you. His tongue laps at your cunt, licking slow circles as his finger pumps in and out. You need more.
âLo,â You call out, your back arching in pleasure. But he doesnât answer. He keeps going as if heâs gotten lost in you, as if thereâs nothing that can possibly be said to bring him back. âLo, please,â you moan again.Â
He chuckles against your core. âPlease what, pretty girl?â He mumbles. You can feel his smirk against you.
âM-more,â you beg. You can feel his smirk grow wider as his motions stall. âNo donât stop, please donât stop.âÂ
He looks up at you, his finger buried deep inside your cunt, his lips just inches from your clit. âWanna take my time with you, darlinâ.â
âY-you c-can,â You stutter. âW-whatever you want. Just need more.â
âMore?â He repeats, arrogantly tilting his head. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight.Â
âYes, please.â But you know by the look in his eyes that youâre getting more than you bargained for.Â
He adds another finger, pumping in and out faster than before. His lips latch onto your clit, sucking roughly. Itâs overwhelming, and you know he isnât going to let up. His tongue draws circles around your core, flicking harshly before ruthlessly sucking again. You can feel a third finger prodding your entrance before slipping in and stretching you out.Â
âThis what you wanted?â He teases.
âLo, Iââ Itâs too much, you canât speak.Â
âIâve got you darlinâ. Iâm right here. Youâre doing so good for me.â His words by themselves practically send you over the edge.Â
ââMâso close Logan,â You whimper, spurring him on. His pace quickens; his circles become harder. You can feel your walls tightening around his fingers.Â
âI know, pretty girl. Wanna feel you come on my fingers. Can you do that for me?âÂ
You canât even speak anymore. All you can manage is a hum that passes for an affirmative. He pumps in and out of you, still alternating between sucking your clit and circling it with his tongue.Â
âLook so beautiful like this darlinâ. So fucking beautiful,â He husks. And thatâs all it takes to make that liquid heat, that tension building in the bottom of your stomach, cut like a knife, pouring out of you. Your vision blurs as you let yourself go. You chant his name like itâs a prayer, a spell, something otherworldly. He finally slows down, letting you ride out your orgasm.Â
He pulls out and away from you, crawling up your body so that heâs on top of you. Heâs absolutely huge; his arms rest next to your head, caging you in. âYou alright sweetheart?â He asks, one hand coming up to cup your cheek as he presses a chaste kiss against your forehead.Â
âHm,â You hum. âLike you like this.â
Thereâs that cocky smirk again. âLike what?â
âO-on top of me,â You admit freely now. Your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders, but he quickly pins them above your head.
He smiles widely, his forehead coming down to rest on yours. You can feel his erection press against your core through his boxers. Andâfuckâheâs big. âGonna fuck you like this then, okay pretty girl?â
âP-please,â you stutter.Â
He sits up, pulling his boxers down, revealing just how big he is. You swallow harshly, sitting up and watching as he casts his boxers to the side. He doesnât let you watch for long. He pins you down again, one hand keeping your hands above your head and supporting his weight, while the other guides his cock to your entrance. His slides against your folds before slowly sinking inside you. You canât help but arch your back to meet his chest.Â
Everything is slow. Heâs taking his time again, letting himself feel every inch of you, giving you the chance to adjust to the size of him. His free hand reaches in between your bodies and finds your clit, drawing slow, gentle circles.Â
His forehead rests against yours as he thrusts into you. âWanted this for so long,â he confesses, his thrusts growing faster. âAlways wanted you, darlinâ.â You can feel your heart burst in your chest as his lips meet yours. You can feel his hunger, his desire.Â
âWanted you too,â You whisper against his lips between kisses.Â
His cock rubs against your walls, hitting that sweet spot every single time. Heâs massive, stretching you out with each pump. He builds speed, his thrusts growing rougher as his fingers circle your clit faster.Â
He whispers praises in your ear. âYou feel so good, pretty girl. So fucking tight. Need you, darlinâ. Always.âÂ
Always.Â
Itâs all too much. The words, the vulnerability, the feeling of him rutting into you with no end in sight. The promise of something else, something more.Â
âLogan, Iâm gonnaâŠâ You trail off, your walls tightening around him. Itâs all so overwhelming. But if youâre being honest, you never want it to end. This. This feeling. Him inside you. Him around you.Â
He curses under his breath, his thrusts becoming sloppier and faster as he chases his orgasm. âI know darlinâ. Wanna feel you come on my cock.â He keeps his fingers steady on your clit, circling roughly, chasing your orgasm too.Â
âLo,â You mumble. âItâs so good. Y-youâre so good, so b-beautiful.â Youâre a bumbling mess, but you want him to feel good too, to know what heâs doing to you, to know that he deserves this. Deserves to be wanted.Â
You feel wetness on his cheeks as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. âAlways wanted you,â he whispers again against the shell of your ear. âAlways gonna want you.âÂ
The tension snaps, and you feel blaring white heat ripple through your body. Logan somehow buries himself deeper inside you as you come, your walls squeezing him tighter.Â
âF-fuck,â he groans. âWhere do you wantââ
You cut him off this time. âInside, please,â you pant. âSafe.â He curses under his breath and calls out your name as he fills you up.Â
âSo perfect,â he whispers. âSo fucking perfect.â
His thrusts slow down as he finishes, and he slowly pulls out of you. But he doesnât pull away. He keeps you close, moving you both towards the headboard. It takes a minute, but he manages to keep you close to his chest as he undoes the covers and gets you both inside them.Â
Logan holds you tightly, peppering kisses against your temples every now and then.Â
Heâs the first to speak. âWhen I said alwaysâŠâ He trails off. You brace yourself for the worst. It was just the heat of the moment, bub. âMâsorry I said it. This shouldnât happen again. It was a one-time thing and Iâ
âI meant it.â
You look up at him, eyes wide. He smiles. But itâs not that cocky smile, not that self-satisfied shit-eating grin. Itâs that other thing again. Longing.Â
âI meant it, too.âÂ
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bro iâm going absolutely INSANE over alastor đ»đ»
so, how about when lucifer comes by the hotel, he subtly flirts w alastors girl. alastor is on the verge of going apeshit and almost leaves charlie fatherless.
instead of murdering anyone, he decides to take his frustrations out on his darling, leaving bite marks and hickies on spots just visible enough for lucifer to notice next time he comes by..
a/n: im OBSESSED đđ
alastor immediately recognized lucifer as competition on multiple fronts. obviously, the king of hell was a threat in terms of power level, and alastor hated that. but alastor also quickly hated how charming the devil was.
upon meeting you, lucifer takes your hand and bows, placing a kiss on your hand as well. alastor's eye twitches, watching someone else put their dirty little hands and mouth on what is his. "my, what a pleasure. you're helping charlie? that's lovely! means i'll get to be seeing you around more, huh? she didn't mention such a pretty little thing was her hotel manager." lucifer speaks to you, a cool smirk on his face. he's clearly interested in you, and while alastor can't blame the man, he's seething with rage. clearing his throat, alastor takes a step towards you and reaches a hand out to lucifer in an attempt to shift his attention.
"alastor." he speaks, barely containing the anger in his voice. "it truly is an honor to be meeting you, sir." you raise a brow at the tense interaction going on in front of you but pay it no mind. lucifer gives alastor a tight lipped smile and shakes his hand. "ah, you as well. charlie has talked about you." you notice the way alastor glares at lucifer, yet keeps a smile on his face the entire time. lucifer turns back to you, putting a gloved hand on the small of your back. "now how's about a tour, hm?" he leans into your ear to whisper, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.
behind you, alastor's horns grow and eyes redden, ready to risk it all in a fight with the devil and take out this whole god damned hotel if it meant lucifer never touched you again. "o-oh um, that's typically done by-" you start, but suddenly, charlie is running down the stairs with a panicked look on her face.
"heeyy dad! let's go this way, towards your room! it's late, you should rest." her smile is clearly fake, and you see her eyes dart from you to alastor and back to you. luckily, alastor reeled in his rage when the princess showed up and was back to his normal self on the surface. you can feel the energy coming from your partner, malicious intent painted all over his aura and you gulp. "al, c'mon... charlie's right."
alastor doesn't speak, but he follows you to your room for the night. the door is barely shut before alastor is lifting your legs and tossing you onto the bed. "care to explain why the fuck that little slimy king of hell was all over you?" he doesn't give you another moment to process before he's tugging your shirt over your head. "it's just harmless, al. you know i don't want anyone but you." you assure him, but alastor's teeth find your neck.
"i may trust you, darling, but i do not trust lucifer." his voice has a low growl to it that ignites your core. "but-" you gasp when alastor's mouth closes on the skin behind your ear, nipping it with sharp teeth. "no, because he and everyone in this place will know who you belong to." you shudder underneath of him, slight tinges of pain shooting down your spine at every nip and pull of your skin. alastor moves down your neck, leaving a trail of angry red and purple spots in his wake.
his tongue circles every bruise in an attempt to soothe your inflamed skin, but the marks just darken by the second. you hands dive into his hair, holding onto the silky strands. you feel alastor's body shudder as you circle the tufts of hair by his ears, making him press his hips to yours. "everyone in hell, my dear, is going to know that you're mine. not a single soul will ever try to touch you again." his breathing hitches, grinding his quickly hardening cock against your leg. you whimper when his teeth latch onto your collarbone, sucking hard and adding another welt to your skin.
"i want him to hear you." he hisses as he tugs your pants down over your ankles. its hasty, the way alastor frees his cock and pushes into your pussy, but you were more than ready for the intrusion. you cry out, suddenly being so, so full and alastor groans. "yes darling, just like that." your legs wrap around his waist, forcing every thrust just a little further until he's pounding at your cervix.
"d-don't stop sir." you gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head while alastor's mouth latches onto the other side of your neck this time. "who do you being to?" he asks, hot breath fanning your skin. "y-you, alastor!" you whine, flexing your hips up to his in an attempt to build friction. "please, make me cum. only you feel so good." alastor peppers you in soft kisses now, ever grateful that you're willing to entertain the idea of letting lucifer know just who makes you feel like this.
alastor sneaks a hand between your bodies to rub skillful circles around your clit until your legs start shaking. "good, good girl. scream for me." he smirks when your tone shifts and he can tell by how tight you squeeze around his cock. "a-alastor fuck!" your body spasms, waves of pleasure rolling over you as you cum. alastor's orgasm follows shortly after, his teeth finding your skin once more as he spills deep inside of your pussy.
you have a brief moment of embarrassment when you think about just how loud you just were, your hand flying up to your mouth. alastor just laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead. "don't panic, my sweet. i think this little display will prove quite effective in keeping lucifers grubby little hands off of you." alastor pulls out slowly and carries you to a nice warm shower before tucking you in for the night.
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"jesus christ, did you get into a fuckin' fight with a bear?" angel laughs when you walk into the kitchen the next morning. you were covered in hickeys all the way down your neck, and you were barely walking straight. lucifer refuses to make eye contact with you, especially after alastor walks into the room shortly after. "good morning everyone!" alastor chirps, smirking at lucifer who rolls his eyes and sips his coffee.
"well, there's the bear..." husk mutters, earning a cackle from angel.
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âËâč á° Lucky Undies
âËâč á° Warnings: oral sex ( f -> receiving) m.masturbation, mentions height difference (reader implied shorter than Aizawa), reader implied big belly, thighs + ass (ie. not skinny), prev. established relationship, sooooo self-indulgent donât look at me
âËâč á° Note: disgusted with myself honestly.
âWhat are those?â
You stop in your tracks, toothbrush lodged in your cheek and foam threatening to drip down your chin.
Aizawa stands behind you in the bathroom doorway, eyes trained dark on the tug of your sleep shirt over your ass. Spitting into the skin, bending lower and offering more of a view, you finish washing your mouth with heat all over your face,
âI didnât have anything else clean, sâall I got,â you explain yourself, eyes connecting with his in the mirror,
âAnd theyâre your last resort because?â Arms folded over his broad chest sprayed with dark hair, Aizawa cocks his hip against the doorway, eyes never leaving the peak of your asscheek from beneath the t-shirt. Itâs his and itâs soft and he offered it to you on your first sleepover years ago, a little tighter round the middle now but still long enough to pass as a nightie.
âThey donât fit!â You resort with embarrassment, âthey pinch my hips and they go up my butt ând roll down my belly if I bend down or even move,â you feel as though thereâs steam hissing from your ears, suddenly regretting even putting on the offending underwear. Youâd miscounted your laundry days and found yourself wearing either silky lingerie or old high legged cheeky style undies that were a very adorable baby pink and sported a little red rose at the front. Usually you wore comfortable high rise with a trusty band and often times sensible colours so to not show through your chosen trousers or skirts of the day. Maybe youâd wear a thong if you felt adventurous but comfort was key in your relationship with underwear, and being with Aizawa for so long helped you not only explore that a little bit but also enabled you to stay comfortable without judgement or ridicule.
And Aizawa liked your plain underwear, didnât care much for it really because all he often wanted was them off or not even on in the first place. Complaining about his partners choice in underwear was beneath him; heâs a man, heâs mature and heâd much rather eat your pussy than muse over whatâs covering it.
But these? Heâs not seen these before.
âCute,â he says with a gravelly voice, stalking forwards slowly, âyou look cute,â
Biting your lip, you shake your head,
âIâll just put some gym shorts on and do a quick wash, sâstupid to even try to do anything in these,â you grumble dejectedly, turning and even in your limited movements, the seam tugs over your cheek and makes you cringe.
But Aizawa is as sturdy as he is stubborn, a wall preventing you from leaving and a large hand sits heavy and inviting on your hip.
âI said you look cute,â he says pointedly, ânot just the underwear, but you in general, seeing your skin makes me - desperate,â
That hand smoothes under your sleep shirt, fingering the thin, stretchy band of the panties with a heavy breath in his chest. The harder he pulls the band, the higher up your hip they go and the further up your -
âTheyâre just panties Shouta,â you blink up at him, leaning closer to ease his fondling, âstupid uncomfable panties that is,â
âShh,â Aizawa kisses you quiet, a peck to keep you satisfied while his other hand drifts over to your ass, fisting the fat and spreading you meanly, âjust - lemme look for a sec,â
His eyes catch the flash of your asshole in the mirror, panties caught taught and high over your ass and he groans low and deep from his belly. You clear your throat and whimper when he buries his face into your neck, teeth scraping the delicate skin there. Then - his hand rounds to your stomach, fiddling with the little silky rose before tickling the exposed skin of your belly from where the panties had dislodged and folded down.
He doesnât often explore you this selfishly, having listened to your qualms and insecurities over your body, doing it to prove that no weight could distance him from desiring your body. But he touches you with a filthy selfish agenda and filthier moans.
Thick fingers tease you over the fabric, slippery with your arousal, sliding between your folds and circling your clit with loud little click. Itâs shameful how turned on you are at his exploration of your underwear, but heâs no better; hard and heavy and leaking against your hip. âNd when you look down, mewling at the thick forearm jammed between your cushiony thighs, you can see the flushed tip of his cock peaking from the sagging waistband of his underwear, black and tight and baring a hole just above the seam on his thigh.
And suddenly you understand exactly how Aizawa feels with you in underwear heâs never seen before. Because those are boxers you bought him three christmases ago and are also a result of not doing laundry often enough. And when you look up at him with your hand squeezing him through the thin fabric; your shameful desperation is reflected in his eyes.
All too suddenly, Aizawa is on his knees and your lower back is cradled uncomfortably against the bathroom counter, and heâs all up between your thighs with devastating groans and grunts.
âTasteâs fuckinâ divine,â his tongue is hot and so wet against the gusset of your underwear, pulled tight over your cunt and practically frothing with how aroused you are. One hand cups your ass and spreads you, the other is crude and sharply tugging on his cock. At the taste of you. At the smell of you. Nipping your clit through the fabric and sucking hard enough to send you shuddering and shaking right down to your toes.
âShouta ! Sâtoo much !â You grip the top of his head, hair tangled from sleep but the tugging of the knots seem to encourage him, groaning into your cunt and huffing deep agonising breaths against your pubis. Youâre on your tiptoes, one leg lifting a little even to give him space and Aizawa shuffles closer on his knees, haphazardly throwing your leg over his broad, sinewy shoulder.
Itâs almost like the sensations are muted, dulled through the thin fabric of your panties. But theyâre still there and you fumble with your shirt for a moment before lifting it and tucking the hem beneath your chin so you can look down, down at your boyfriend so eagerly and so messily slurping at your pussy.
Heâs feral like this, eyes fluttering and nose pressed hard into your clit, tongue trying to rip through into you but failing miserably. Or not, as it seems that wasnât his goal, simply content with tasting you through the panties that had entrapped him so suddenly. You couldnât even feel confused and weird at his random bout of arousal over your too-small panties, too thrummed with pleasure and the shivers of an orgasm to really deep dive it.
It rears its head slowly, but with a strength youâd yet to experience before. All suction and desperate licks, moans and grunts vibrating you just enough to send you jerking into his mouth. Hips moving on their own, tits falling from the grasp of your shirt and shuddering with your movements. Your underwear slips and tugs harshly as you grind through your orgasm, pulled taught only by Aizawaâs insistent tongue and fingers. He seemed to have given up on his own pleasure, or got enough from watching and tasting you, both hands clutching your thighs around his head.
âLet up, oh my god, give me a sec Shouta,â youâre still panting hard, limbs boneless and belly throbbing with every aftershock, cunt fluttering against the sodden and stained panties, âyouâre such a - now I really donât have anything to wear today,â
Your words die from a telling off to a small sigh at the sight of him, drunk on the sight and taste of you. His eyes are heavy, mouth open and shining with your spend, cheeks flushed and chest heaving,
âGood news for me then,â he stands with a grunt, coming in close enough for you to smell the remnants of your orgasm on his lower face - but he doesnât kiss you. Instead massaging your hips and the tangled band of your underwear, âIâm having you on my face next, ând keep these on,â
Heâs a pervert really, snapping the band and making you tut in disapproval. But as you follow him into the bedroom with a sheepish grin and nervous lust building in your chest; you realise you are too, for letting him indulge in this and letting him.
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Breaking point
⊠Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader
⊠Word count: ~2,5k
⊠Rating: Explicit
⊠Warnings/tags: Dub-con (proceed with caution if this might trigger you), pwp, smut and a bit of fluff at the end, possessive/protective!bucky, degredation (slut, fuck doll, cum-bucket), grinding, choking, spitting, pussy slapping, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, pet name (sweetheart).
⊠Summary: Bucky is done with you going out with losers.
⊠Note: This used to be called I will kill them if they touch you but I never liked that title so I renamed it! Also, you guys didn't know what you were voting for, but it was the banner for this story! Please reblog and comment! Asks are always welcome đ
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"Please don't scare this one away as you did last time," you beg and look at Bucky's reflection in the bathroom mirror. He makes a face where he's leaning against the door frame behind you and then sighs when you give him a look. "He wasn't worth shit if he didn't wanna fight for you," he points out.
Now it's your turn to sigh and you cross your arms, glaring at him. "He isn't supposed to fight for me on a first date. We're supposed to have a good time and hopefully fuck." Bucky's mouth hardens, and he looks away. He doesnât like that, at all.
Ever since you became roommates he's been very protective of you, helping you with the smallest things, driving you everywhere you need to go, even if you can drive yourself. Sometimes it's overbearing but most of the time it's nice to have someone care for you like that.
Unfortunately, recently he's picked up a habit of intimidating the people you go on dates with. He stands behind you when they come to pick you up, and his large frame and cold stare make many of them cower. A few have turned around right away, others have asked if that's your boyfriend or something, thinking it was some type of open relationship/cuckold situation.
"Don't say shit like that," Bucky says through gritted teeth. "I don't wanna think about you fucking other people." You can't help the teasing smile that cracks your face. "Makes you jealous?" With a huff, Bucky pushes off and leaves you to continue.
Two hours later your makeup is done and your hair fixed to perfection. You sit on the couch in shorts and a t-shirt, with a glass of wine, waiting until the last minute to put on the skin-tight dress. While scrolling on your phone, Bucky sits beside you with a beer. "So where's the loser taking you?" "Don't care,â you shrug. âHonestly, my priority tonight is to get laid. The previous ones were a little too⊠bland. But he seems promising." "What do you mean, bland?"
Putting your phone down you look at him, "You don't wanna hear this anyway, you'll just get mad," you point out. "I don't get mad," he defends. "Pfff, you're such a liar, I can see it in your eyes whenever I mention another guy." "Because you deserve the best and all I've seen is trash."
Irritated, you put your glass down too. "Why don't you pick for me then? Who would James Bucky Barnes deem worthy of fucking me?"
The grip on his beer is so hard his knuckles whiten and his lips are a thin line. When he doesn't answer you lean back and start to count people off.
"Well, Steve seems a bit too sweet for my taste but I mean I would not mind trying a slice of that all-American beefcake," you muse. "Sam is so charming and funny! That quick tongue would probably work wonders, if you know what I mean," you wink and watch as Bucky's eye twitch, his jaw clenched hard.
"Tony," you continue. "Well, he seems a little self-absorbed but maybe he's a really selfless lover. Won't hurt to check!" "Loki is so handsome," you bite your lip. "I would surrender my body to him in a heartbeat! But I've heard that he leaves people high and dry and that would be awful."
Tilting your head, you say, "Do you think Thor and Jane would be up for a threesome? I can just imagine eating her out while he fucks me from behind and then we could-"
With a slam he puts the bottle on the table and grabs your face with his hand forcefully, silencing your tirade of words and squeezing your cheeks so that your lips pucker.
The grip is close to bruising and it's an instant pull in your lower stomach. His eyes are black with anger, something you've never seen directed at you before. "No one," he hisses. "Not one of them is fucking you, I will kill them if they touch you."
His hand releases you and grabs your neck instead. You're shocked, and instantly so horny it hurts. Opening your mouth to speak he squeezes harder, making a wheezing sound come out.
"I'll give you a chance to stop this. Tell me right now you don't want this and we'll act as if nothing happened. Otherwise, I'm fucking you into this couch until you can't remember your goddamn name." When he finishes his grip lightens. The rush of blood makes you euphoric and boneless. You want to give yourself to him, let him do whatever he wants. "Fuck me," you whisper.
The kiss is more teeth than lips and the hold around your throat hardens again. You try to keep up with him but it's impossible as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, claiming every inch, making you lightheaded with the lack of oxygen. You gasp for air as he pulls away, releasing you. His gaze is brimming with lust and want now, all signs of anger gone. Then he pushes you down onto the couch.
"You're a kinky little slut, aren't you sweetheart?" he mocks and leans in over you, spreading your legs with his. All you can do is nod and try to wiggle close so you can press your center against his clothed cock. It's clearly outlined in his sweatpants and you hope it's as big as it seems. "If I put my hand down your pants, are you gonna be wet for me?" "Yes Bucky," you whine.
The throbbing is almost unbearable and his smirk is downright sinful. "Come on, rub yourself on me, show me how much you want it." With another whine, you brace yourself against the couch and lift your hips. He doesn't move a muscle to help as you struggle to find the right position.
"That's disappointing," Bucky smacks his lips and frowns. "Thought you wanted this." "I do Bucky, I do, please I'm trying," you tell him desperately. With effort, you get into a good enough position to grind your cunt on his cock through the layers of clothing. It's not nearly enough to curb the ache.
"Useless," Bucky sighs and grabs your legs. "Do I have to do everything?" He pushes your knees up towards your chest, folding you in half and pushing his cock right into your core.
"Sorry," you moan. His mean words have only made you needier and you move yourself against him with abandon. Bucky is motionless above you, not making a sound or saying a word, just staring at you chasing your high. Your movements turn unsteady when you start to come close.
If you were of sound mind you would notice the glint in his eyes but instead, youâre barreling towards your climax. Until he suddenly moves away.
Gawking you stare at him and he just smiles wickedly in return. "Take off your clothes, spread your legs" he instructs and you quickly pull your pants off and discard your t-shirt and underwear, spreading your legs as best you can on the couch. Bucky takes in your bare body, moving his hands slowly down your thighs until his palms frame your pussy.
"Fucking shaved for him too,â he notes with a snarl. You're not sure why that upset him. "Sorry!" you say, just to be safe.
"I don't need your hair curled, your make-up done or your whole body shaved. I will fuck you anyway, sweetheart, no matter what you look like because you belong to me," he growls before he spits on your cunt, sending a rush through you, making you moan and spread your legs even more.
For the first time, he touches you properly, letting his fingers spread the spit all over your pussy before shoving two of them into your soaked core. He pistons them in and out, putting his thumb against your clit and making colors burst before you.
"You want to come on my fingers, you fucking slut?" When you nod frantically he instructs, "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue." A second after you do spit lands on your tongue and droplets on your face. It nearly tips you over.
"Swallow it," he orders and watches you as you do, some form of approval shining in his eyes for the first time. "Who do you belong to?"
The question is too complicated to understand, you can't focus on what he wants. "I don'tâŠ" is all that comes out.
"Wrong answer," he says and removes his fingers, making you shout in disappointment. Sharp slaps land on your wet cunt and you instinctively try to move away from it, but he grabs your legs, pulling you back. "Don't you fucking run from me."
"I'm sorry," you cry, looking pleadingly at him. "I'm- I'm yours James, yours to do what you want with. Please, please, please let me come!"
With a huff he pushes his fingers back in, pressing the tips into your g-spot and getting his thumb back on your clit. His unbothered state makes you feel so small and insignificant, heightening the pleasure coursing through you.
As it climbs, your body shakes, your legs trembling from being held open. "I'm- I'm- don't stop!" you beg. Closing your eyes you focus on the feeling of him, his other hand still gripping your thigh hard. You hope it bruises.
"I can feel you, slut!" Bucky's voice is the cherry on top of everything. "Come on my fingers, do it, come for me!" he commands and of course, you do as he wants. With a scream you convulse, almost pushing him out with the sensation flooding you. Bucky is talking above you but you're not sure what he's saying because all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears.
A hard tap against your cheek makes you open your eyes. "Don't pass out on me, I'm not done with you yet." "Wouldn't dream of it," you smile dumbly, and it earns you a smile in return. But it quickly passes as he pulls off his tank top and pushes down his pants. The cock is just as big as you hoped.
He rubs the head against your soaked center, sending overwhelming sparks through you, making you twitch. When he notches the head of his dick at your opening your blood freezes. "C-condom?" you stutter.
Cocking his head he asks. "Do you really want that? Doesn't a slut like you want to be filled up with cum?" "Y-yes, but, BuckyâŠ" you gnaw your lip.
"I want to fuck my little cum-bucket raw, make sure you feel me running out of you for days," he gives a light thrust, almost pushing inside, giving you a taste of heaven. For a second you look at each other and Bucky presses in just a little bit more. It decides it for you. "Please fill me with your cum Bucky, I need it so bad!" you whine and he chuckles before shoving his fat cock into you without mercy.
Quickly you wrap your legs around his hips, meeting his hard thrusts that are sending your body into overdrive. "Feel so fucking good sweetheart, your cunt was made for me, wasn't it?" he groans. "Yes it was," you answer breathlessly.
He grabs your face. "Those other losers are never going to satisfy you." "No, Bucky, only you!" "That's right, you're my fuckdoll now, sweetheart," he says before he leans down to kiss you. It's much sweeter this time and you grab his head, carding your fingers through his hair, feeling your chest fill with another type of warmth.
When he pulls back he says, "Beg me not to come in you." Your cunt clenches and your second orgasm is suddenly a lot closer. "Bucky, please don't⊠I can't get pregnant," you make your voice small and frail.
In response his laugh is cruel. "Yes you will, your purpose in life is to be bred. I'm going to cum in you every day til it sticks and then everyone will know who you belong to." "Please, pull out," you beg and reach down to rub your clit, feeling the climax shimmering underneath your skin.
"Such a bad liar, sweetheart," he chuckles. "Are you going to come on my cock? Are you gonna claim me just as I claim you?" "Yes! I just need- harder!" you pant. "Fucking hell," Bucky grunts and does as you demand.
The climax rips through you with little regard for your sanity. The sound leaving your throat makes it raw and a second later Bucky moans your name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. It's almost good enough to feel him finish inside you that you come again, but youâre too spent to do more than shudder.
Then he kisses you again, sweetly, caringly, and pushes his arms in under your body to hug you close to him. "So perfect," he whispers against your mouth. The cums start to trickle out onto the couch but neither of you care, too caught up in each other's lips.
"How are you doing sweetheart?" he asks when he comes up for a breath. "I feel a little high," you confess. "Haven't been fucked that good in a long time."
There is something in his gaze that shifts and he leans his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry. I just⊠I couldn't take it anymore⊠I like you so much." "Lucky for you I get off on that stuff," you smile. "And if I had said stop I trust you would have."
He hugs you so hard you can hardly breathe. "Of course, I fucking would." "You can make it up to me by going tender the next time," you smile. "Next time?" "As many times as youâll have me." He laughs into your skin. "I don't think you're ready for that!"
Suddenly the sound of the doorbell jerks the two of you apart. You stare at Bucky with wide eyes. "My date," you whisper, horrified.
With a smirk, he raises himself on his arms. "I should make you go on that date with my cum running out of you, maybe even let him get as far as spreading your legs just to see that youâre already claimed."
With a groan, you cover your face with your hands. "Don't tempt me," you tell him before wiggling out from under him, finding your clothes, and hastily pulling them on.
Opening the door just a crack, you understand you look a mess by the way your date eyes you. "Sorry," your voice is small. "I wasn't feeling great and then I fell asleep on the couch." "Yeah, you look terrible," the guy notes before handing you one of the ugliest bouquets you've ever seen. Quickly stepping away he says, "I'll call you." but you know he won't. "Great, I'll see you around," you respond before closing the door.
Bucky takes the flowers from you and shoves them in the trash before grabbing you around the waist and kissing you again. "Didn't you say he was promising?" "I have no clue what you're talking about," you answer with a completely straight face but then start to giggle as he swoops you up and carries you to his bedroom.
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baby, warm me up. zayne
à· pairings : zayne x female reader
à· genre : fluff, smut
à· word count : 3k6
à· warnings : mdni. husband!zayne, bratty wife!reader, fluff, small argument, teasing, fingering, biting, a lot of kisses, unprotected sex, breeding kink, handjob, hand kink, rough sex, semi-public sex, risk of getting caught, medical office sex, zayne is really cold (you know him..) but really reallyyy soft at the same time, they are both so in love . . . ໠⧠â âčË
"what are you doing here." zayne's office door closed behind you as you excitedly threw your shopping bags on the sofa in front of his desk.
"i went shopping and thought : why not say hello to my hubby?" you clapped your hands, smiling at zayne's cold expression. "are you not excited to see me ?" you pouted and placed your hands on your hips. "look at my new dress, isn't it cute ?" zayne pushed his glasses up his nose and turned his attention back to the documents spread out on his desk.
"i have work to do y/n. go back home." he grabbed a pen and resumed his work without giving you another glance. you sighed and threw yourself onto the sofa.
"my husband is so meannnn." you raised your arms and looked at your hands. "i even had my nails done for him. but he doesn't care about me i'm so sad." you whined loudly but zayne was totally indifferent and it was slowly beginning to frustrate you. you suddenly got up and reached into one of your bags, pulling out a cute little top you bought at the mall. "since you don't mind, i'll show you everything i've bought." zayne squeezed his pencil lightly between his fingers at your words. you took off your shoes and unbuttoned your dress, which fell to your feet, leaving you in your underwear in front of his desk. he slowly raised his eyes to you and his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of you half-naked in his workplace.
"what are you doing." it didn't sound like a question, zayne's tone was cold as usual, but this time you could hear the annoyance in his voice, which made you smile slightly. he tapped his pencil repeatedly on the wood of his desk, looking you up and down behind the lenses of his glasses.
"i told you. i'm doing a haul just for you." you winked at him. he pressed his back against his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. you put on your top and zayne's eyes fell on your breasts, a little too visible for his taste because of the little fabric covering your skin. you put your hands on your hips and gave him a few poses to show off your top, you spun around and smiled with all your teeth. you chuckled. "so ? what do you think baby." his cold gaze slid down on the skin of your bare thighs to your hips, before falling back into your eyes.
"i think you should go home, like i said." you sighed and crossed your arms over your chest, and zayne almost broke his pencil at the sight of your breasts sticking out generously.
"i don't want to go back home without you. it's saturday and i want us to have fun tonight." you bent down and reached into your bag to pull out a skirt and scarf. "look i even bought a cute outfit for you." zayne sighed and a discreet, almost invisible smile played across his lips. he rose from his chair and you pressed your clothes to your chest as the tall man approached you.
"look at me." you didn't even realize you'd lowered your gaze to your feet. you looked up at him and your teeth caught your lower lip at his serious expression. "i have a lot of work to do, and you're a distraction." you clenched your fists, you were offended and zayne could see it in your eyes. you threw your clothes against his chest which he caught before they fell to the ground.
"ok, i get it. i'm gonna go have some fun on my own then." you took off your top under zayne's piercing eyes and his fists clenched on your clothes as you also removed your bra.
"y/n. don't push me please." your eyes never left his when you wrapped your arm around your breasts, forbidding him to look. you knew what you were doing was wrong but you couldn't help feeling that childish feeling of jealousy. zayne was always busy with work and having time to spend with him was becoming more and more complicated as the days went by. you crouched down and pulled a silk dress from another bag.
"you see." you straightened up and slipped inside the dress, which gilded deliciously over the curves of your body under your husband's cold gaze. "i was supposed to wear this dress tonight at the restaurant i booked for us. but instead, i'm going to wear it now and go by myself. maybe a man will join me and give me some time ?" you grabbed your purse from the sofa. you brought your hand to your mouth and tilted your head to the side, looking at him again. "maybe rafayel? i don't think he would have forgotten our wedding anniversary." you caught your heels in your hands, wanting to put them in your car, you couldn't stand his silence any longer and you wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. you grabbed the door's wrist to open it when a hand slammed down on the wood to close it again. you turned around and leaned your back against the door, zayne's face down on you. the strands of his hair fell over his dark eyes behind his glasses, making him far too attractive. a knock was heard from the other side of the door.
"doctor zayne ? your patient is here for his appointment." his gaze wandered slowly over every pretty feature of your face before falling back into your beautiful eyes.
"make them wait in the corridor." his other hand wrapped a lock of your hair around its finger. "i'll be there soon, unfortunately, i still have something to take care of." his hand went up to your chin, which he raised towards him. zayne was much more taller than you, sometimes, to look at him you had to stand on tiptoe to keep your balance. he slipped his arm, which was against the door, around your waist, pulling you closer to him. you squealed softly as you felt his face come close to your ear, his lips gently brushing against it. "and you, you come with me." you mewled and grabbed his shirt between your hands as he lifted you by the hips, making you wrap your legs around his waist.
"i hate you." you pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck. he smiled tenderly and placed a small kiss on your cheek, making you blush. he walked to his desk and sat you down on it. his two hands settled on either side of you as he stood between your thighs.
"look at me, princess." his teeth gently caught your ear, making you flinch. "please." you sighed lightly as you removed your arms from around his neck, giving him a chance to see your rosy cheeks. you closed your eyes and his nose touched yours. "i didn't forget our wedding anniversary." he slipped a hand on the small of your back and kissed your jaw before blindly reaching behind you for a small box on his desk. you slowly opened your eyes on a beautiful diamond ring and gasped.
"w-what is this.." you grabbed the box between your trembling fingers and raised your face to zayne's, who rested his forehead against yours, smiling softly.
"i told you to leave so that you could take the time to make yourself even more beautiful than you are now." he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear before gently kissing the corner of your lips. "i have a lot of work to do and i wanted to get everything done so i could get back to you as soon as possible." he grabbed your hips with both hands and pulled you closer to him, making you blush even more under his cold eyes.
"i feel so stupid." you caught your face in your hands. "i'm so sorry zayne." he caught one of your fingers between his teeth, nibbling gently.
"don't be sad, my love." your hands slowly fell from your face. "i was a bit stressed and i know i can be cold sometimes." you immediately looked up and saw him smiling.
"sometimes huh ?" he chuckled softly and your heart began to race.
"yes i know. but you're not afraid of the ice, are you ?" his cold fingers slid over the bare skin of your thighs, pulling up your dress. you grabbed his shirt again, moaning softly under his piercing eyes.
"i'm not." he lightly pinched the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you flinch. zayne's face pressed against your neck and he took the opportunity to lick the sensitive spot under your ear, a whimper escaped from between your lips as your legs suddenly wrapped around his waist.
"so why don't you try to warm me up ?" this time you couldn't resist anymore, you needed him. one of your hands grabbed his white lab coat, bringing him closer to you causing him to catch himself with one hand on the desk behind you. your lips met the skin of his neck and a silent moan escaped from his mouth. "eager aren't we ?" your teeth sank into his flesh and his head tilted back slightly when he felt your small hands grab his belt. your hand slipped into his pants to catch his length, you bit your lip painfully, trembling. a soft moan escaped from between zayne's lips. "your hands are so warm." he lowered his head and your eyes met again, he opened his mouth slightly as you began to slowly move your hand over his cock, jerking him off as you analyzed every pretty feature of his face.
"i love you." you sighed softly and he smiled lightly between two moans. he placed his hands on either side of you, his forehead pressed to yours, making you tremble even more at this new proximity.
"why are you shaking my darling ?" a chuckle escaped him. "i'm the one who's getting touched." his eyes fell on your hand, which was gently caressing him. "by such a pretty hand." he raised his eyes back to yours and your gaze almost made him cum in your hand. you were so pretty, your cheeks were as rosy as flowers and your eyes were glassy. every time you touched zayne he had this feeling that you were taking more pleasure than he was, and seeing you like this made you even more adorable in his eyes.
your thumb slipped over his tip and zayne let out a growl that you swallowed in a tender kiss. your glossy lips caressed his gently as his tongue slipped into your mouth to meet yours. you sucked his lower lip shyly as you felt his hands grab your dress. he tried to escape your lips to talk but your grip on his cock tightened, making him moan against your mouth. you pressed your mouth harder against his and your tongue slid against his teeth, making him smile during the kiss. his breathing quickened as your hand slid up and down his length faster. a knocking sounded at his office door, but zayne paid it no mind. he moved one of his hands up to your jaw and his fingers slipped over your hairline as he deepened the kiss, making you moan inside his mouth.
"doctor zayne ? your patient is waiting." his tongue wrapped around yours before sucking on it gently. your other hand went up his muscular back, and you pulled his lab coat off his shoulders. he immediately understood what you wanted and pulled his hands away from you to remove it completely from him. your mouth never left his it was as if you needed it to breathe or you could die just under him. you pressed his cock against his stomach and rubbed it harder against your palm, making him grip the edge of the desk firmly. he was now panting against your mouth and your tongue couldn't resist licking his lips. everything was so delicious, the minty taste of his mouth was addictive.
"ah- stop. im gonna cum." he suddenly grabbed your thigh and lifted it. "i don't want to ruin the pretty dress you bought for me." your lips slipped from his mouth to his jaw, which you nibbled softly. "please. take it off." his other hand slipped under your butt to pull the fabric of your dress through. you removed your hand from his cock and grabbed the edges of your dress which you pulled over your head before bringing back your mouth to the skin of his neck.
"i missed you so much, zayne. a-ah-" you moaned prettily as you felt him tug roughly at your lace panties before tossing them behind him. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he slid his hands under your knees, positioning your feet on the edge of his desk, opening you up to him as much as possible.
"i know baby, i know. i'm sorry, i'm here now." you nodded and threw your head back, feeling the tip of his cock slide between your walls. you removed your arms from around his neck and grasped his shirt firmly in your hands, moaning loudly. zayne removed one of his hands from under your knee and slid his fingers against your lips. his piercing gaze met your glassy eyes. "shhh-" he pushed his cock further into you and he could see in your eyes that you were on the verge of climax. "you have to be quiet" you nodded, a tear fell down your cheek and zayne bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from grunting at the sight of you in such despair. you squealed against his fingers as he placed his lips on your eye, kissing you softly. "it's gonna be fine. you want to feel good, hm ?" you nodded again and your chest heaved as he thrust his full length inside you. you pulled so hard on his shirt that buttons popped off and spread across the floor, revealing his muscular chest. you were now panting against his mouth and zayne frowned while looking deep into your teary eyes, trying to calm himself down.
"z-zayne..ahhh..." you grabbed the hair on the back of his head as he started thrusting inside you slowly, letting you get used to him. he slid both of his hands on your hips and you threw your head back as his gaze fell on your juicy, erotic lips. he wanted to eat them so bad, but he didn't want to miss your little moans under his thrusts. another tear rolled down your cheek and zayne immediately licked it off. he opened his mouth to let out small moans when he felt your legs wrap around his waist, making him thrust his cock even deeper until he reached your g-spot. you almost fell backwards when you felt his tip strike against the most sensitive spot of your body, zayne caught you by the small of your back.
"how does it feel ? good ?" you nodded and opened your mouth to speak, but a cry escaped you as he thrust a bit faster inside you, making you arch against his hand on your back . you grabbed his fingers still against your lips and slipped them into your mouth to stop you from being too loud. his cold gaze returned back to yours and you couldn't help biting his fingers, making him flinch slightly. an almost non-existent smile spread across his lips as he watched you try to apologize between your uncontrollable moans. he laid you flat on the desk and let out a deep groan when he looked down on your pussy gushing and clenching on his cock. he grabbed the back of your knees with one hand and pressed them against your chest, this new position made you turn your eyes to the back of your skull. his erection was impossibly hard and the thick veins on the underside of his cock were consistently dragging over your silken flesh.
"z-zayne....ahh....ahh....ahh...hmph!-" zayne put his knee on the desk, fucking you even more deeply as he looked straight into your eyes, his mouth hang opened and silent moans escaped from between the reddened lips you'd kissed passionately earlier. "it's.... ahhh-.. too m-much-" you tried to grab everything you could around you, the edges of his desk and the document holders lying around, everything.
"take it, please. look at you. you look so pretty with your face all red." you were now a crying and moaning mess under his powerful thrusts. zayne didn't care about you being noisy anymore, the whole hospital could hear you and probably the patient who'd been waiting for him in the corridor for thirty minutes. but all he wanted was fucking you good, fucking you the way you always deserved it. "so pretty. please, letâs make a baby." you nodded and you squirted a little against his pelvis at his words. with his free hand he was about to pull his shirt off his shoulders when you grabbed the fabric of his sleeve, letting him know that you wanted him to give it to you. zayne dropped the back of your knees and straightened up to take off his shirt, which he then handed to you.
you pressed his shirt against your face, savoring the scent of your husband as he removed his cock from your cunt and turned you over so that you were lying on your side. you bit down gently on the fabric of his shirt when you met his cold eyes again. he positioned himself back on his two legs on the floor and bent down to gently kiss the skin of your hip before straightening up again, making you whimper. he grabbed your leg and put it on his shoulder before sinking back inside and immediately start fucking you deep. "ahh.. yes princess, you like it like that ?-" he moaned and a streams of yesâs escaped from your glossy lips as lewd squelching and skin slapping against skin noises were bouncing off the office walls. he pulled your leg towards him to bring you closer, making you bounce on his cock harder with each thrust and you couldn't help but scream as you felt his tip hit your g-spot with full force. you pressed your nose deeper into his shirt and your eyes rolled back into the back of your skull as you smelled the musky scent of his cologne. zayne pressed his pelvis against your clit and the opportunity was too good for you not to rub up against him. "look at me." you looked up into his beautiful green eyes and immediately opened your mouth wide, mewling loudly as you saw zayne blush, with his glasses almost falling off his nose. one of his hand caught your sensitive ear and he pressed it between his two digits, making you arch your back. "you like my scent mh ?" you nodded, biting your lower lip under his watchful gaze. "when i'm at work, do you use my shirts to touch yourself with them ?" you squealed and pulled the fabric of his shirt up over your nose, revealing only your eyes.
"y-yes.." zayne suddenly grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, he fucked you so hard that the desk rocked back and forth. he pressed his chest against your back and you gripped the edges of the desk firmly as you felt his hand slide under your belly to massage your clit. zayne slipped his tongue into your ear and you couldn't help yourself from screaming even louder as you felt your orgasm building inside you. "z-zayne...ahhhh....ahhhhh...i-m... cuming-" he removed himself from your cunt and turned you over onto your back again, he lifted your ass before thrusting roughly into you, his balls slapping against your cheeks loudly.
"look at me, princess." he was panting against your lips and his forehead was pressed against yours as his nails dug into your skin, a sign that he was close to cumming too. you looked up into his beautiful eyes and a smile played on his lips between two moans. "are you ready to be a mom, y/n ?" you nodded repeatedly and begged him against his lips to let you cum. âthen take it all.â
ây-yesâŠyes!-â you shouted, arching your back and pressing your breasts harder against his chest as you squirted against him. he moaned loudly as he came at the same time as you, you shook your hips in pure satisfaction, allowing zayneâs swollen cock to enjoy the pleasure of your tight, tender passageway walls as they sucked it in over and over again, prolonging your orgasm. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoed throughout the room and you were certain that the nurse on the other side of the door knew what you were doing. zayne slowed the pace of his hips and you squealed against his lips when he slid his hands over your breasts, pressing them together. he panted against your mouth trying to recover from his orgasm as you felt his semen flowing between your legs. âbaby.. itâs leaking..â zayne kissed your cheek and slipped one of his hands between your legs, he removed his cock from your pussy and slipped two fingers between your walls pushing his cum deep inside. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head, giggling.
âhappy wedding anniversary, zaynie.â
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Summary: Luffy gets into an alluring tin of mysterious cookies. One thing leads to another, and he ends up in your room, disoriented and distressed. What will it take to help him feel better? ~5k words.
CW: Smut with a bit of plot. Afab reader, gendered language (âprincessâ), overstimulation, dry humping, begging, aphrodisiacs, penetrative sex.
MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.
Luffy stumbles into your cabin late at night. The door is wide open and it seems like no one else on the Sunny is awake. Youâre messing around on your phone, doom scrolling to pass the time and entertain yourself. You wish that you could fall sleep, but it wonât come any time soon. Itâs a restless sort of night.
He almost trips over his feet as he crashes onto the chair by your desk.
âLuffy, whatâs up? Itâs late.â
A closer look at him reveals that heâs sweating and bright red. His eyes look off and he looks sick.
âAre you okay?â Youâre worriedâhe looks seriously unwell.
âI feel funny. I think I ate something bad, my tummy hurts.â Luffyâs brows are bent in the middle and heâs grimacing.
Youâve seen Luffy when he has food poisoning before. He literally turns green and complains non-stop. Itâs his own fault, heâs like a racoon. Heâll eat anything, regardless of how questionable it is. Old leftovers wherever he can find them, almost-rotting fruit, poisonous fish, none of it matters for Luffy. If it looks edible, heâs taking it to the neck. He frequently suffers the consequences.
But right now, heâs not green, like he usually is when heâs eaten something spoiled. He looks different.
You get up and walk over to him, placing your hand on his forehead. When your skin touches his, he lets out what initially sounds like some sort of moan, but you shrug it offâthat must have been a wail of pain, right? Heâs concerningly feverish and sweating bullets.
Does he have the flu? Should you wake up Chopper?
âLuffy, youâre burning up. Like, you have a really bad fever. Iâm going to get Chopper.â
âWait, I feelâI feel weird inside,â Luffyâs voice strains and he sounds like heâs in pain Heâs visibly shivering. âItâs like my stomach is on fire, but I feel cold.â He continues almost babbling, so obviously in distress and discomfort, feverish nonsense falling from his lips impulsively.
You donât realize it yet, but his hand wanders to his crotch and starts to fidget.
âYour stomach is on fire but youâre freezing cold? Did you eat something that went bad again? What did you eat?â You raise an eyebrow at him, vaguely annoyed. He sure doesnât look like he has food poisoning. Also, there isnât usually much spoiled food on the ship. Sanji keeps the fridge nice, tidy, and clean.
Why did Luffy come to you, instead of Chopper? Heâs distracted, eyes zoning out somewhere and his face wrinkled up. He must not have heard you.
âI said, what did you eat? Luffy!â
âI ateâfuck,â Luffyâs brows furrow and he closes his eyes in anguish. âAte Sanjiâs cookies.â
âYou did what? Sanjiâs cookies? The ones with the huge note that says âdo not eatâ on the tin?â
Luffy lets out another wail of pain and shifts in his seat. His fingers squeeze his crotch again. Heâs hard, rubbing his massive erection, sliding his fingers over it, squeezing it and playing with himself.
âLuffy, what are you doing?!â Youâre incredulous when you realize heâs touching himself. Youâve never seen anything like this before. Heâs your captain, for fuckâs sake. What was he doing touching himself in your room, with a raging fever and chattering teeth?
Putting the pieces together, you remember that Sanji had devilish smirk as he brought his special souvenir onto the ship. It was a pretty box, made of metal, covered in some sort of light blue paint, filigreed with gold accents and illustrations of pretty pink ribbons. The chef put an obnoxious âDO NOT EAT SANJIâS COOKIESâ sign on the box and slid them to the top shelf of the pantry, almost out of reach. It was, admittedly, extremely naĂŻve of Sanji to expect Luffy to pay any heed to that sign.
You put two and two together. The cookies must have had something in them.
As a response to your indignance, Luffy squeezes his erection harder and gasps quietly. Sweat drips from his temples and down his cheeks. His mouth hangs open, and his pupils are huge. Heâs a fucking mess, and you have no clue what to do in this situation.
ââm so cold,â he whines and shakes. âToo c-c-cold.â
This is wildly inappropriate, but⊠you are kind of turned on, just because heâs touching himself. You have some sort of repressed crush on your captainâhow could you not? You usually push it to the back of your mind, though. Pining over him is a waste of time when nothing would ever come of it.
âFuck,â Luffyâs voice is gravelly and his hand moves of its own accord. âFeels like itâs helping. Feels warm.â
Your heart does a flip. Luffy is palming his cock in front of you, panting with arousal, head thrown back. He canât help but touch himself. Itâs the only thing thatâs relieving his discomfort, evidently. You feel awkward, but itâs almost starting to get you going. Youâre blushing up your neck and frozen still.
Luffyâs eyes wander to your chestâheâs staring at your breasts, drinking in the shape of them and the outline of your nipples though your shirt. You start to turn red, matching his color rapidly.
âLuffy, what the fuck? Stop! Youâre a wreck.â You divert the awkwardness for a second. âNo wonder the sign says do not eat! Iâm going to get Chopper. You need to rest. Go do that in your room.â
Luffy grinds his palm down his erection and a stifled sound of pleasure gets caught in his throat. You pause, against your better judgment. That soundâthe sound of Luffy in pleasureâmakes you feel some sort of way. You start to warm up between the legs.
âI want you to do it.â Luffyâs voice gets lower each time he talks. Heâs still shaking, freezing, sweating, and unwell. But heâs touching himself, and you had imagined this before. Itâs hard to look away.
âWhat?â You respond reflexively, caught completely off guard. Did you hear him right?
âWant you to touch me,â he whines and continues to rub himself. The friction feels electric. âI think itâll h-help.â
Luffyâs eyes are half open and glossy, still riveted on your tits. His pupils are really dilated. His fingers grasp and stroke his hard cock through his shorts, and each sound that leaves his mouth goes straight between your thighs.
âYou want me to touch you? Are you⊠Are you sure, Luffy?â
âNeed it,â he scrunches his face up. ââm going crazy.â
You bite your lip and pause for a second. If your captain was asking you for help, you might as well assist him⊠Also, this didnât feel like that crazy of a request for help, considering the fact that heâd literally die for you (and has gotten close to that on multiple occasions). And you could tell he wasnât being malicious or predatory about his requestâhe was just being Luffy, asking plainly for something. If you said no, he would be fine. He may whine a bit, but heâd never genuinely pressure you to do something you were uncomfortable with.
But fuck, was he in his right mind? You shake your head. You want to touch him. But you are genuinely worried about him. It must be 2:00AM, so you need to wake up Chopper. You might want to touch Luffy, but you have to do your due diligence. You care about Luffy. If heâs sick or in danger, you have to make sure heâs okay.
âLuffy, no. Iâm going to get Chopper. Just wait here.â
You speed-walk down the hallway, heart racing. What a bizarre turn of events. You didnât expect that to happen when Luffy initially walked in your room. When you reach the door to Chopperâs cabin, you knock.
No answer. Heâs obviously asleep.
You knock again. âChopper? Itâs me. Please get up. Luffyâs sick.â
Another knock. Rustling blankets. You can hear Chopper hobble to the door. He opens it and pokes his little head out, squinting. Heâs wearing one of those sleeping gowns and a cute hat. âMhm? Whatâs wrong with him?â
âUh... He has a fever. Heâs burning up and heâs shaking. Heâs sweating a lot, too.â You figured youâd save the âand heâs masturbatingâ part for later. Maybe you didnât have to say it at all?
âDoes he have food poisoning? Did he eat anything out of the ordinary?â
âWell, I donât think he has food poisoning... But he ate some of Sanjiâs cookies.â
âWhatâs in the cookies?â Chopper is shading his eyes from the dim hallway light. Heâs half asleep and you feel bad for waking him up.
âI-I donât know. Maybe there was something weird in them?â
Chopper yawns. Fuck. He looks like heâs falling asleep again. You canât blame him, really, itâs way past his bedtime.
âChopper, can you please come look at him?â
He yawns again. âIâm sleepy. Can you ask Sanji whatâs in the cookies and get back to me? I just want to go to bed a little bit longer.â
You huff and frown as Chopper shuts his door. So now you were supposed to play telephone? If it was anyone else you would have chewed them out, but you couldnât do that to Chopper.
Extremely aggravated, you storm down the hallway to Sanjiâs cabin and knock on the door, loudly. Itâs an angry knock. A fuck-you knock.
âSanji. Get up.â Silence for a moment while the blonde jolts awake. âI said get up.â
His door opens just a tad until he realizes itâs you. Then he opens it wider. His hair is all rustled up and heâs shirtless, in boxers. If he wasnât half-asleep, heâd be blushing and acting ridiculous because youâre seeing him half-naked.
âOh, hello beautiful.â His voice is scratchy and heâs blinking. âHow may I help you? Are you finally going to crawl into bed with me?â He flashes a cheeky grin and you almost slap him.
âNo, Sanji. Luffy ate your cookies. Heâs a mess.â
The cookâs half-asleep composure immediately drops. âHe did what?â
You can tell heâs fully awake now.
âI said, he ate your fucking cookies, Sanji. What is in those things!?â
âFUCK. How many did he eat?â
âHow many? How should I know?! Heâs in my room with a fever right now. Itâs Luffy, we can assume he probably ate the whole box.â
Sanji smirks and laughs out loud. âWell, thereâs only one way to fix that. Good night, princess.â He winks and shuts the door in your face.
âSanji, what the fuck!?â
You knock on his door again, but you can hear him get back in bed. Youâre beyond pissed. Youâre ready to kick the door down and wring his neck. But⊠you have a sinking feeling that you know what the cook is getting at. Fuck. The cookies have some sort of aphrodisiac in them.
You trudge back to your room, flabbergasted and defeated. Luffy is still in your chair, letting out wails of âpainâ which you are now realizing are just fucking moans. Not to say that he isnât in pain but⊠if the placement of his hand is any evidence right now, heâs feeling pretty good.
âY-youâre back,â Luffy gasps as he grinds his palm on his erection for what is probably the 50th time.
âFuck, Luffy. What did you get yourself into tonight? You can be such a bonehead. Goddamn.â Your hands are on your hips and youâre looking at him, weighing your options. You could kick him back to his room and tell him to masturbate.
He looks downright pathetic. His face is twisted up in agony and his hand is putting in work. âT-touch me,â he whines. âP-please.â
âLuffy, are you sure?â You walk over to him and place a hand on his cheek in pity.
He opens his eyes and weakly croaks out, âNot there. Lower.â
You tut and frown. âOhhh Luffy. What am I going to do with you?â
He tries to give you puppy dog eyes and fails. Another erotic sound escapes his lips as his palm grinds on his cock particularly hard. He whispers, one last beg before heâll do all the work himself. âPlease.â
You cautiously reach your hand down and place it on his erection. Luffy throws his head back, hissing in air through his teeth, and fidgets under you.
âFuck, that feels weird. Feels tingly, likeâlike itâs on fire,â he whines.
He grasps your wrist and makes you rub his cock harder, widening his thighs. His grip is so tight that it hurts. Heâs forcing your palm down on his cock so hard that you canât believe it isnât hurting him.
Luffyâs eyes are closed and heâs actually drooling. Heâs still shivering, and his cheeks are crimson. Sweat plasters his hair down on his forehead and temples.
The obscene sounds leaving his lips make you hotter between your legsâyou squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to mitigate the rising heat, but Luffyâs desperation is making it worse. Heâs starting to rut his cock up into your hand.
âAh, that feelsâfeels so hot andâfuckâfeels funny, like it, it feels good.â You can feel his cock twitching under your fingers. Heâs writhing around and whimpering, and fuck, he looks good. âNeed more.â
âY-you need more?â You ask hesitantly.
âCâmere.â Luffy grabs you by your waist and effortlessly lifts you up, guiding you to straddle his lap. You freeze up. Thereâs no way this is really happening.
âMmmmmm, fuck.â He murmurs in your ear and his hips buck up, cock craving friction through the layer of his pants and yours.
âW-want you to rub on me,â his voice is wretched and depraved. âFeels good.â When you lock eyes, you can see animalistic desire plainly. Youâve never seen him look like thisâitâs like heâs a different person; lust is completely driving his movements. Itâs like primal instincts took over the second the aphrodisiac cookies went to his stomach.
Luffy dry humps you and itâs starting to feel good. His hands are gripping your hips and heâs doing all the work, dragging you over his cock, pushing you down on it and making your hips roll while needy noises trickle from his parted lips.
As friction builds on your clit, you stifle a moan that threatens to jump out of your mouth. Luffyâs so aroused that heâs panting and slobbering down his chin.
Itâs like heâs in heat, the way he humps and grinds on you. Seeing him like this is making you wetter. Your panties must be saturated by nowâthe friction is already making you buzz, and he hasnât done much other than rub you on his cock a bit.
âItâs helping,â the words fall carelessly from Luffyâs mouth. He has no clue whatâs going on. Heâs on autopilot right now, lost in lust and barely cognizant. âWanna be warmer, âm still soâso cold.â His teeth are chattering amidst his moans. Considering how hot his cheek was, he must really be freezing.
Luffyâs hands wander to grip your chest through your tank top so hard you let out a yelp. He pulls it down and starts to greedily squeeze and knead your breasts. Your breath hitches when his fingerpads move back and forth on your already stiff and sensitive nipples.
When he leans forward and wraps his lips around one, you let out a gasp. His tongue swirls around your bundle of nerves and he starts to suck on it hungrily. Luffy is making you wet beyond beliefâthe suction on your nipple is feeling dangerously good. Youâre on the verge of losing it, totally giving in to the nagging animalistic voice in your head thatâs telling you to fuck him like crazy.
His erection is huge and hard as it grinds on your core. It feels goodâno, he feels good. The noises heâs letting out add to the effect. Your core is throbbing and sopping wet.
âL-luffy,â you moan, finally, as he grazes your clit and sucks your nipple particularly hard. He lets out a muffled hum in response, vibrating your nipple. âLuffy, if you keep doing that, Iâm gonna cum.â
He goes faster. He thinks that if he sees your face contort in bliss and hears you moan some more, itâll fix him. Heâs starting to feel better already with each hump. Maybe if he sees you cum, heâll stop pulsing and his body will stop screaming at him. Maybe if you cum from his dry humps, heâll be satiated. Maybe his fever will go away.
Luffy can hardly form cognizant, coherent thoughts like this, though. His mind can only focus on two things. First: you. Your pleasure. Your cunt. Your tits. Your smell. He wants to devour you. Second: heâs freezing cold. He needs warmthâtwenty blankets, a cup of hot tea, a heating pad, something. He feels like heâs in a vat of ice water.
âCanât stop,â he chokes his words out with effort, somehow picking up the pace of his cock humping your cunt through your pants. âNeed more.â
He grinds your clit just right and it sends you over the edge of orgasm. As you spasm over his clothed cock and soak your panties in ecstasy, he never once lets up the pace. He pushes you back and forth on his erection and doesnât pay attention to your whimpers from overstimulation.
You collapse forward into him, resting your head in the crook of his neck while he uses his grip on your hips for leverage to rut harder into you.
âWanna put it in,â Luffy groans and his voice is deeper than usual. âL-lemme put it in. Wanna feel you. Need it. N-need you toâto help me feel better.â
You whisper a hum of affirmation in his ear and he picks you up. Fuck it. He already made you cum. Heâs begging for it. You decide to let him ravage you.
Luffy basically throws you on the bed and rips your clothes off. You realize that the door to your cabin is wide openâanyone could walk by and see this. You donât have the willpower to care right now.
Youâre lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Luffy grabs your wrists and holds them over your head with one hand, pinning you down on the bed. His other hand steadies his cock flat on your inflamed, wet folds. He starts to thrust forward a bit, rubbing himself on your cunt, teasing himself before he finally fucks away the ice-cold blood in his veins and stokes that roaring heat his belly.
His cock gliding over your clit feels too good. If he keeps it up, youâll cum a second time. âLuffy, fuck,â your whimper makes his heart pound. Reality fogs up more and he canât think straight. He rubs his cock flat on your lips until youâre arching your back, then lines his tip up with your weeping entrance.
When Luffy pushes his cock into your slit slowly, he groans the whole time. âSo fuckinâ tight, âs like youâre swallowing me whole, fuck. Y-youâre so warm, feels good.â
Heâs shaking and shivering still. After a moment of being bottomed out, he starts to fuck you at a measured pace. Heâs entranced by the way your tits bounce. Heâs still drooling shamelessly, his pupils are blown with lust and heâs sweating. His free hand gropes up for your tits and plays with your nipples. Every time you moan his name, he feels like heâs an animal.
âNnnnggghhhh, fuck, fuck, youâreâyou feel so slippery,â Luffy feverishly grinds his hips into yours, hitting your deep and sensitive spots just right. âFeels weird and hot in my stomach, like s-somethingâs gonna happen.â
âLuffy, it feels too good,â you keen his name and squirm. ââm gonna cum soon.â
âW-wanna see,â he chokes out an answer between breathless thrusts.
He brushes your hot and soft spot, and you once again are drowning in pleasure, toe-curling and delicious. You cum, squeezing his shaft and milking out as much precum as possible.
He sounds like heâs hyperventilating. Heâs truly going crazy. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm and you start to squirm. The sight goads him on.
âMore,â he groans. âPlease, more.â
Luffy rocks his pelvis into yours. His abs and arms are muscly and defined, his hair is sweaty, his eyes are totally dilated, and heâs looking at you like heâs going to fuck you for hours.
When he feels your walls clench down on him, he starts to cum. He seizes up and his cock plunges into your cunt. âF-fuck, fuck, Iâm gonnaâIâm cumming, itâfeels too good, feels so good, fuck.â
His thrusts are erratic while he pumps ropes of cum into you. He pauses and looks down at your cock-crazed face, closed eyes, and slack jaw. His cum is currently seeping out of your slit, coating the base of his shaft.
But even though he just came, his cock is already starting to pulse again. That one orgasm? It isnât enough. Not nearly enough.
He feels better than he did before, but still not back to normal. The fire and ice in his veins still runs strong, he feels like he's buzzing, like heâs an animal looking for a mate.
You think that heâs had his fill until he starts thrusting again, just as hard as before. After a minute, he shifts you. Luffy pulls out and picks you up again, maneuvering you so youâre laying on your bed with your stomach touching the covers. He gets on top of you andâfuck, heâs heavy. And his skin is boiling hot. You can feel the sheen of sweat on his chest when it presses on your back.
He has you in prone bone now, spreading your thighs wide with one of his hands. When he finally presses his cock into you, your back arches. It feels much deeper than beforeâis he using his devil fruit powers, or is his cock just this big?
âFuck,â heâs rasping in your ear. His husky voice goes straight to your throbbing coreâgod, he sounds hot right now. You can feel his hot breath. One of his hands is braced next to your head as his cock rolls into you. Heâs hitting the perfect spot and itâs starting to feel so good that youâre seeing stars. âYour pussyâfeels so, so warm and good, I think itâs working.â
You lose track of time while his cock caresses your sweet spots. Before you know it, youâre cumming again. You hardly have the energy to let him know whatâs happening. Is it the aphrodisiacs making his performance this good, or does Luffy just know how to fuck? How is he this good in bed?
When you squirm and cream on Luffyâs cock for the second time, he reaches a hand under you and thumbs your clit. He draws circles on it and presses it like a button. It feels like an electric shockâhe has neglected it until now but still managed to coax three orgasms out of you. And while you are mildly overstimulated, when his fingers start dancing over your clit it turns up the notch of pleasure inside of you.
âLuffy, fuck that feels good,â a sort of guttural moan escapes your lips and you canât help but buck your hips up and back onto his cock. âDonât stop. Fuck.â
Youâre keening through the waves of pleasure that heâs pulling out from you while he rams you with his cock. His heavy grunts are like music in your earsâferal, low, and ravenous. Your captain is absolutely railing you right now, and you like it. He more than likes it.
âSo tight and, ah, so warm inside, likeâaaghhhh fuckâlike youâre made for me.â He groans and his thighs shudder. Is he cumming again? How many times is this? Second? Third?
Your mind is in a haze. Heâs devouring you like a rabid animal. How many orgasms will it take to fend off his fever? How many hours until the aphrodisiac cookies wear off?
In your haze, filth starts to slip out of your mouth.
âF-fuck me harder, captainâplease,â you mewl, and you can feel just the slightest pause in Luffyâs thrusts, barely noticeable. âYour cock feels so fucking good.â
After his pause, he starts pressing his weight harder on top of you, moving his hips at an angle so his cock is literally ramming into your cervix. The sensation is overwhelming, to say the leastâpainful but so, so good. Youâre gasping for air and itâs hard to breathe because heâs on top of you. Heâs literally fucking you like heâs in heat.
âSay that again,â he grunts and thrusts with each word but heâs struggling to get them out because heâs barely breathing. âSay it.â
âCaptain, fuck, y-your cock feels so good. Fuck, captain.â
Heâs somehow going faster, bringing you to another cliff, another ledge of euphoria from which to free fall. His cock bullies your bundles of nerves and your cunt squelches with each pass.
âC-captain, Luffy, please, fuck.â Youâre spasming under him again, cumming on his cock for, what was that, the fourth time? Maybe it was the fifth. Youâve lost count. You didnât know it was possible to cum this many times. Youâve also lost track of what words are coming out of your mouth. âCumming, Iâm cumming, y-your cock âs too good, captain, fuck, fuck, fuck.â
Heâs right after you, jerking his hips deep into yours and cumming inside again. Thereâs so much cum leaking out of you that Luffyâs shaft is obscured by milky white goop. Thereâs a sizable puddle of it underneath of you. Itâs going to leave an unfortunate-colored stain on your bedsheets. Youâll cross that bridge when you get to it.
His hips are still bucking though. His cum just keeps⊠coming. Itâs a visceral orgasm. Itâs the final orgasm (for a brief refractory period). When heâs done shooting seed into you, he collapses on top of you.
Itâs like youâre under a weighted blanket except its Luffy, heâs heavy as fuck, and his cock is in you. And damn, heâs sweaty.
But somehow this is the best sex youâve ever had. And you have a sneaking suspicion that the night isnât over yet.
When you protest and Luffy rolls off your back, you use all your strength to open your eyes and check on him. His chest rises and falls at a rapid pace, his eyes are closed, heâs still drooling but he looks decidedly better.
You bring a hand to touch his forehead again and he lets out another quiet whimper. He must be so sensitive still. Poor thing. But his fever is considerably better.
Sanji must have been right when he said thereâs only one way to fix this aphrodisiac frenzy. You wonder what Sanji was saving those cookies for. The day you finally crawled into bed with him?
Pfffft. No, thank you. After round six or seven with Luffy, youâll never look back. You truly didnât expect your captain to fuck like this. Or to like being called captain when his cock is in you.
âLuffy, are you doing ok?â
He hums in response.
âUse your words. Luffy, are you doing okay?â
âYeah. Feels a lot better.â
When his chest slows, he starts to sleep. Youâre left on your bed with a puddle of cum under (and inside) of you, and your captain sound asleep like a rock next to you. And fuck, the door is still open.
Hopefully no one heard that. Even if they had heard, oh well. Too late now to stress over it.
You close the door and turn off the light. Then, you get cleaned up and put your pajamas back on.
Luffy may be sound asleep, but you shove him around so heâs at a decent angle. You fall asleep together on your bed, cuddling, and sticky with sweat (and cum).
Of course, no more than two hours later, Luffy is awake and his cock is throbbing again. He tries to touch himself and make the heat go away but it isnât working. So⊠he wakes you up. And thatâs how rounds eight, nine, and ten go.
When his fever finally goes away, heâs left with a long-lasting craving that he can only satiate one way: you.
It should go without saying, but the next day you literally cannot walk. You hobble around, trying to play it off like you slept weird or something. Sanji rubs the whole thing in your face.
âHow was last night, angel?â His smirk is sly and smug, teasing and suggestive.
âSanji. Please. Not right now.â
âDo you want me to get more of those cookies sometime? Maybe we can eat them next?â He winks and you blush.
âFuck off, Sanji.â
The chef chuckles and saunters away. Heâs never going to let you live that down.
thank you for reading!!! ive been feeling a certain way about luffy recently. its just his fucking muscles in wano that have me in a chokehold. muscle make brain go brrrrrrrrr.
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love bites
spencer reid x reader
summary: a drabble where spencer won't give you a hickey on the neck tags: fluff some suggestiveness. no smut but its implied so ill say 18+. inaccurate medical discussions. talks about veins and arteries and strokes. i think this can be read as gender-neutral? word count: ~0.9k a/n: something short and sweet from my drafts I decided to pull out of hell so it's very rough around the edges but I still think the concept is cute! I was watching tiktok and a very qualified and well-trusted source said this can happen so obviously its a real statistic that spencer reid would believe. Let me live ok. Not proofread!!
âPeople actually underestimate the dangers of certain erotic activities like love bites. There have actually been some well-documented cases of people dying as the result of hickeys. There was one case in Mexico about a 17-year-old boy dying of a stroke caused by a blood clot in his artery from a hickey his girlfriend gave himâ
You blink slowly at the man you were sitting on, baffled by the absolute nonsense pouring out of his mouth.Â
âSpencer, you do realize youâve left marks on me before?â
âNever your neck,â
âYes you have-â you pull back to think. You bashfully recall the few times you two have been intimate. Marks littered across your thighs, chest, and ass; hell even a few on your shoulder blades. But for the life of you, you canât recall the sharp sting of his teeth marring you anywhere above your collarbone.
âOk fine, but you have bitten me on my thighs a lot.â you recall, âI remember when you got shot in your leg and damn near bled out. So is my femoral artery not a concern of yours doctor?â
He looks away with a coy smile. HIs cheeks redden as he stutters to put his words together.Â
âYour femoral artery is a bit deeper in your body than your carotid is in your neck. The skin on your body is actually about two times thicker than..â
Spencer begins to ramble about delicate nature of the neck, firing off related statistics and study facts without missing a beat. You listen carefully, still amazed by overflowing well of knowledge your boyfriend could be all the time.He looked confident like this. His eyes would brighten and every trivial connection he could make to another topic would have his lips twisting with mirth.Â
This time, with the topic at hand, you find your focus locked on his neck. His adam apple bobs with every syllable out of his mouth. The pale skin of his collarbone exposed beneath his frumpled collar teased you from your high vantage point. The skin was pristine, not a blemish or scratch in sight. You pause. Have you never given him a hickey on his neck?! You run through the cataloge of your most intimate moments all over again realizing the clear absence in your relationship.Â
â... so you arenât in much danger with your femoral artery for superficial injuries like a brui-ohâ!âÂ
His words are cut short by the graze of your teeth at the base of his neck. You donât bite down yet. If this was something he wanted to back out of, youâd let him. You wait for him to react, kissing the pulse point that picked up pace since the first touch of your lips to the delicate skin.
You continue to mouth as his neck. Licking at tender spots behind his ear earn you little moans, followed by sharp gasps when your teeth follow in their wake. You move to pull away after a moment. He didnât throw you off and scream attempted murder when you started, but he also hasnât been begging you from more either. Youâve teased hm enough for one day, kisses and lovebites on his sweet lips and elsewhere were more than enough for you anyways. But before you could pull away a firm hand at the back of your head presses you back into the crook of his neck. His other hand wraps tighter around your waist, sliding you closer to him, every inch of your body pressed against his. Got him.
âPlease..â he whispers.Â
âHm..?â
Spencerâs voice starts with a crack, he takes a moment to clear his throat before he continues, âYou can⊠You can leave a markâ
âBut Spencer!,â you mock a startled gasp, âYour precious and delicate carotid!â
âI think just this once is fine..â he murmurs, âand I trust youâ
You beam at his honesty, ending his suffering to press your lips to his neck again. You remain gentle. Running your lips along his skin, sofly grazing him with your teeth now and again. His breath hitches above you when your teeth graze that spot behind his jaw once more. You focus your attention there. Kissing and licking and blowing until you sink your teeth down into the flesh.Â
A choked groan bubbles from his throat, the sound egging you on. You suck the spot into your mouth, careful to not be too aggressiveâ while you didnât totally believe hickey strokes were that much of a danger, you still dont want to fuck around and find your way into that embarrassing statistic.Â
When youre pleased with the variety of sounds you pull out of your love, you sit up to admire your work. Spencer looked at you in a daze, eyes cloudy and bottom lip pulled so tight between his teeth youâre sure heâd have a bruise there too later. Your eyes drop to the love bite at his neck, the skin deepening in color the longer you look at it. You tap the spot gently with your pointer finger beaming at the wince it earns you.Â
âFeeling any signs of stroke or a heart attack doctor?â you tease.
âNo, but weâll need to run a few more trials to have a real experiment here.â you cackle at his sly wording when he pulls you off his lap abruptly, pinning you below his body instead.Â
âWe may also need additional test subjects for this research to be truly viable.,â Before you could fully process his meaning he attaches his lips to your neck with a smile.
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baby fever
in which reader and spencer discuss having a baby while at work
fluff warnings/tags: fem/AFAB!reader, bau!reader, BOYFRIEND!SPENCER or husband if u so desire, discussions of pregnancy/having a baby (obviously), reader wants a baby, so does spencer a/n: god i need him so badly. should i write follow up smut?? mwahaha evil emoji......
The coffee finished brewing minutes ago, but youâre still standing by the pot, watching Andersonâs daughter toddling around the bullpen on chubby legs. Sheâs not very adept at walking, but her spirit is indomitableâevery time she tips a little too far forward, she catches herself and gets right back up. Itâs not like sheâs doing anything particularly impressive or even interesting, but you canât take your eyes off her. Every movement makes your heart twinge, every giggle or curious quirk of her head is so adorable it physically hurts in your chest.Â
From your peripheral vision you see Spencer approaching, bearing his own empty mug, but not even he can draw your attention away from the adorable little pixie and her tutu and her pigtails.Â
âThat is the cutest kid I have ever seen in my life,â you whisper to Spencer, hoping the quiet tone of your voice will help hide how much you feel like cooing and squealing.Â
He smiles to himself as he pours his coffee.Â
âThatâs Rosie. Have you said hi yet?âÂ
âIâm afraid if I talk to her Iâll try to keep her.âÂ
âShe is pretty adorable.âÂ
You turn to him as he leans next to you on the counter, sipping his coffee casually.Â
âAdorable? Spencer. Puppies are adorable. Youâre not understanding the magnitude of what I mean right now. I canât explain to you how much adorable doesnât cut it. Iâm not kidding about the child abduction thing.âÂ
HIs eyes slide around the room as he chuckles into his mug.Â
âLetâs maybe not joke about kidnapping a child in FBI headquarters.âÂ
âIâm not joking,â you hiss. âI feel like Iâm going insane. I justââÂ
At the last second you stop yourself, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.Â
âYou just what?â Spencer asks, adjusting the hem of your shirt with his free hand. You glance down, watching the care he takes in the tiniest detail that you wouldnât have given a second thought to.Â
âIs something wrong with my shirt?âÂ
His eyes flick up to yours, hazel tinted with mild surprise.Â
âNo. It just was sliding up your waist a little bit.â As he says it, his knuckles brush the bare skin of your torso. You suppress a shiver, studying his profile once he pulls his hand away and goes for another sip.Â
âCan we have one?âÂ
Your inopportune timing results in coffee dribbling down Spencerâs chin as he quickly attempts to wipe it away, wide eyes torn between you and trying to assess the mess heâs made.Â
âYou--you mean like a baby?âÂ
âYeah, like a baby,â you say, grabbing his shoulders and squaring them to you before dabbing the coffee from his face and jacket. He watches on as you clean him up, completely still except for his wandering eyes.Â
âI thought we were waiting on that.âÂ
âWaiting for what? A better time? Thereâs never going to be a good time with this job. And itâs not like weâd have to quit. Look at JJ. She has two and still does it.âÂ
âFirst of all,â Spencer begins, quickly recovering from your surprise proposition, âI donât love the idea of either of us being in the field with you pregnant. And secondly, JJ also has Will and her mother to take care of the boys. We donât have that. Weâre both here all the time.âÂ
âI donât care,â you groan, trashing the paper towels once youâve done the best you can with his clothing. âWeâd figure it out somehow!âÂ
âMhm. It sounds like youâve really devoted some careful consideration to this.âÂ
You drop your head to your shoulder, giving him your best puppy dog eyes and pulling lightly on his shirtsleeve.Â
âOh, come on. You havenât thought about it at all? My perfect brain and your pretty face fusing to create a future Nobel-prize winner? Imagine how cute she would be, Spencer, we could put her hair in little braids and pigtails and we could dress her up and she could be in soccer and ballet andââÂ
âShe?â he smiles, studying your face intently. You roll your eyes.Â
âYes, she. Obviously we would have a girl. YouââÂ
The idea of Spencer as the father of your daughter hits you like a tidal wave, stopping you dead in your tracks. The images materialize in your mindâs eye so clearly, itâs like theyâre already memories, so real and tangible you have no doubt it must come to fruition someday. But if before, your ranting was mostly a silly fantasyânow itâs become a bit more intense.Â
He seems to sense your shift in mood. The big smile thaws slightly as he subtly grabs your hand on the counter.Â
âWhat? Whatâs wrong?âÂ
There he goes again. Being kind. Being perfect.Â
Tears sting your eyes, but you donât let them fall. Â
âNothing. Nothing is wrong. I just... didnât realize how badly I actually wanted that until I said it out loud.âÂ
The concern in his eyes softens to pure affection as he runs his thumb over the back of your hand.Â
âI want it too. And whenever you decide youâre ready Iâll drop everything for you.âÂ
His words are like compounding pressure to the deep heat within youâforming something so solid and perfect you donât have to wonder if itâs real. A ten on the Mohs scale, a concept that gets closer to actualizing by the minute. Â
Your voice is quiet, revelatory as you admire the amber facets in his eyes.Â
âYouâre ready?â Â
âIâve been ready for quite some time,â he admits. And at once you feel the certainty of him paint your past and your future with one broad brushstroke. One day you will look back on your life and remember the time before Spencer, and that will be it. There is before Spencer, and with Spencer, but never an after Spencer. He wants to create something utterly permanent with you. âCome here.âÂ
He sets his mug down, carefully pulling you forward so youâre toe to toe with your back to the rest of the BAU; so that only he can see you. Despite how good the two of you are at avoiding PDA, occasionally an exception is made. He tenderly wipes away the few tears that have sprung from your waterline and accepts your arms around his waist, mirroring your embrace and completely enveloping you. Â
âI love you,â he murmurs against the top of your hair, quiet enough that nobody in the office has a chance of hearing it. You sniffle.Â
âI love you too. Also you smell really good.âÂ
He chuckles, hand roaming up and down your back for a moment.Â
âAnd that is why we are holding off on this at least for a while.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â you whisper indignantly as he gently peels you off him. His hands remain a steadying force on your waist as he smiles down at you beatifically.Â
âI mean letâs give it two weeks and see if you still want a baby when youâre not ovulating.âÂ
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Your best friend Eddie tries to explain what a hickey feels like and finds he doesn't have the words. He could show you, though, if you want? [3k]Â
fem!reader, shy!reader, implied inexpereinced!reader, friends-to-lovers, pining, mdni heavy petting, hickeys, lots of hickeys, marking up, neck kissing, shoulder kissing, heat of the moment confessions, eddie being flirty but also a good friend, requested here
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Eddie strokes down the length of his guitar neck almost tenderly. You're focused on his hands rather than his mouth as he recounts last night's date to you, distracted by the deft movement of his fingers, which aren't exactly small. It's an oxymoron âparadoxical, evenâ that his thick fingers would move with such gentle precision.Â
You shift around where you're sitting on his bedroom floor, criss-cross applesauce with an uncomfortable heat rising from the bottomless pit of your stomach to your tight collar. The white button up you'd worn under your sweater vest is a size too small. You're really starting to notice.Â
You peel out of the vest and hope it'll help you calm down.
"She wasn't exactly sweet," Eddie says, plucking a string, listening to the sound, and tuning it this way or that depending on how he liked it. "I think she wanted to get it over with, which isn't really my thing. She was in my lap before I could make it clear I wasn't interested in anything quick."Â
You lift your gaze from his hands. He must feel you watching his face. He looks up in tandem and smiles reassuringly. "It's fine. I kind of thought she was getting into it, she was like a vampire on me at one point, but I wasn't feeling it and it's clear she wasn't either. Drove her home. How was your night, d'you watch that tape?"Â
You trace the coil of a black curl down to his shoulder, and can't force yourself to meet his eyes as you ask, "A vampire?"Â
"What?"Â
"She was like a vampire at one point, you said." Eddie's arm goes still. "What did you mean by that?" you ask.
He puts his guitar down on the floor. You worry you've said something truly dull for him to place his sweetheart in such a rush, but Eddie's like that. He can tell you're embarrassed no doubt, and he's giving you the answer to your question as swiftly as he can to soothe the wound.Â
"Here, look," he says. He pushes his hair away from his neck on one side and tilts his head, bearing a wine-stained curve of skin to you unabashedly. "She kissed me. She gave me a hickey, used a lot of teeth. That's why it's bruised so much on the edges."Â
Warmth you've never felt rushes in, like your blood has superheated, and it's written on your face. Eddie's room feels suddenly a thousand times smaller than before and more intimate, his poster wallpaper curving in, the space between you inching closer.Â
"Sorry," he says, "I know it's kind of weird to show you."Â
"No, I'm sorry," you say, mortified. "I shouldn't have asked you."Â
"Yeah, you should. You didn't get it and now you do. I don't mind telling you."Â
Eddie lets his hair fall back against his neck, a kinky curtain that looks ridiculously soft in the orangey light of his lamp. There's a butter smoothness to it, and the way he moves as he does is worse, his hand open and reaching for you. He doesn't hold your hand, doesn't even try, just lets his upturned palm hang off the edge of his knee as if to say, Ask me whatever it is you want to ask me. It's cool.Â
"Why would she do that?" you ask, gesturing to your neck.
"It's not her fault, I was flirting with her a ton trying to make it work."
"Not like that."Â
Eddie's hand turns toward his knee. "Like what?"Â
Your hand drifts to your own neck absentmindedly. You get kissing, wanting to be kissed and wanting to give them. You understand why she kissed his neck; if you'd been in her position, alone in the car with Eddie laying his charm on thick, you might climb the console and push aside his hair too.Â
"I know why she kissed you. I don't see why sheâŠ" You rub your lips together, your embarrassment turning sharp. You hate how humiliating this feels. "I know what a hickey is, Eds, but why would you want one?"Â
His turn to fluster. The tiniest tinge of pink paints his cheeks. "Are you asking me why I enjoyed it?"Â
"Did you?"Â
You despise yourself, truly. Worse when Eddie laughs, his chest forward, hair falling in his face as he chuckles sincerely.Â
"Yeah," he says, smiling at you "I liked it. Before she started trying to kill me I was having a good time."Â
He doesn't put you through the agony of asking what you both know he wants to.Â
You've never had one?
"It feels warm, and it'sâ you know how being kissed gives you butterflies, right? It's better than that. It's hot, and all her weight is on you and you have your hand on her back trying to pull her in, and she's as close as she can be without, you know." Something flickers across Eddie's face. Not longing, but a remembered pleasure. It makes you squirm.Â
"I don't see how it doesn't just hurt."Â
The hand that hadn't been reaching for you holds a pick. He flashes it between his fingers, a party trick, a nervous tic, his eyelashes tangling together as his eyelids inch closed. He scrunches his face up for a second.Â
"Don't hate me if I ask you something weird," Eddie says, eyes shut tight.Â
You don't think you could. You watch Eddie's face, knowing he can't see your analysis, and feel a shock of pins and needles in your hands when his eyes open and immediately lock on to yours.Â
"Do you want me to give you one?" he asks.Â
Your lips feel like they've been glued shut. You're aware of your breathing, how shallow each inhale has become, but you can't do anything about it.Â
He has the decency to acknowledge what position his question puts you in, "I know it might be weird but I can't describe it to you if you don't know what it feels like."Â
You surprise him. You surprise yourself. "Uh, yeah. Okay."Â
"Yeah?"Â
"It doesn't hurt?"Â
"Not unless you want it to." A hint of a smirk plays on his lips, though it fades quickly. "It doesn't hurt. That's not the point. But it can feel⊠foreign."Â
You nod jerkily, wishing you knew what to do.Â
The atmosphere is thick enough to cut through. Neither of you like it. Eddie gives you another type of smile, a familiar one that says, I'm your best friend, I always will be, so please chill out.Â
"You're gonna have to sit in my lap."Â
You actually laugh. "Eddie," you chastise, thinking it's a bad joke.Â
"Sorry, sweetheart, but it's that or the bed." His teasing tone is light, but he still adds, "I mean, we can do it sitting next to each other but it's difficult. Whatever you want, though."Â
You climb up on your knees. You're shy, absolutely, you always will be and especially when Eddie's teasing, but he really is your best friend, and the bed isn't happening.
He doesn't scare you.Â
He grins and ushers you toward him. "Alright, come here." He tugs one of your thighs over his lap and your breath catches. He grabs the other and any laughter between you abruptly dies.Â
You settle over his lap with an expression not far from pained. Eddie's hands rest against your thigh and your hip. He has to look up at you now, and he does as he encourages your weight firmly downward. You're more than conscious of where you're positioned.Â
"Do me a favour?" he asks.Â
"Yeah." You put your hand on his chest tentatively.Â
"Don't suffer through it if you hate it, okay? All you have to do is say something and I'll stop, but if you feel like you can't, a good right hook would work too."Â
"I'm not gonna hurt you," you protest.Â
"Me neither," he says. His hand lifts from your thigh to your neck, and he brushes his fingertips down the curve of it ineffectually. It would feel good if you weren't choking on air. "Relax, sweetheart. Please."Â
"I'm really warm."Â
"Your shirt's too tight anyway," he says, hand at your collar. He thumbs open your top button, a second, and exposes the flat of your chest. His fingers slide across your neck as he folds back your starched collar. They're cool compared to the raging heat he finds there.Â
You take a deep breath.Â
"You could put your hands in my hair," he says. Wishful thinking has hope colouring his tone.Â
You put your hands on his shoulders. The very tips of your fingers partition his curls.Â
He raises an arm above your mess of limbs to weave a hand behind your ear. It's then that you feel his callouses, so rough against the delicate skin of your scalp. Despite their texture, you find it feels good. He tucks his hand in tight, and slowly, slowly turns your head to the side.Â
"Look up," he murmurs.Â
You lift your head and stare at the ceiling with widened eyes.Â
He can't know but he does, and he says, "Close your eyes." The heat of his breath kisses your neck. Â
You shiver at the suggestion of his lips, and again when they press to your skin. Close-lipped, Eddie kisses the skin just under your ear where on the opposite side of your head his thumb strokes quarter circles. You're quickly overwhelmed by the duelling sensations. You don't notice his lips have parted until he's kissing a sloven path downward, his spit cooling in wake.Â
This isn't a hickey, this is straight up kissing, and you don't know what to do with how you feel. You hide your hands in his hair.Â
It tugs him forward. He reads your hands for enthusiasm, and if it is or isn't he pulls you closer still and opens his mouth against your skin. His teeth are impossible to ignore.Â
Your hand works further into his hair, getting caught in a tangle as he sucks your skin between his lips. His lazy mouthing turns insistent but still gentle, his teeth scratching ever so slightly at your pulse as it capers beneath his ministrations. You gasp at the warmth blossoming under your ribs. You cup the back of his neck a touch too tight.Â
He doesn't stop kissing you, only grabs your wrist to stop you from choking him out. You make a sound you've never made with him before, a mewl, all breathless and teary as the sensation worsens. Which is to say, betters.Â
He breaks a particularly rough kiss to suck in breath, his nose sliding up the curve of your neck as he leans back. "You okay?" he murmurs, half-lidded eyes locking onto your flushed face.Â
"Why does it feel like that?" you ask.Â
He drops his head, his nose level with your chin. "I don't know," he says, punctuating with a kiss right there, the closest bit of skin he can find. "Want me to do it again?"Â
You swallow and he must see it. He says nothing, wrapping his arms around your waist as he waits for you to respond. Your stomach pushes into his, your arms braced on his shoulder so you don't collapse into his front, limp with touch.Â
"Sweetheart, can I do it again?" he asks.
"Yeah," you say, quiet but enthusiastic. "Please."Â
He's slower this time. Eddie leans into your neck and doesn't kiss you at first, his lips so close to your skin that you can feel their phantom. You skin tingles from his previous scandalising, and it doesn't beg, skin can't beg, but you can, you curl your arm behind his neck and hook his head there, crushing his hair to the crook of your arm. He doesn't take much convincing beyond that. His lips smush against your neck and you feel every millimetre as they part, heat and warmth and wet spreading like budding flowers come to bloom. You melt into him soon after, and Eddie takes your weight in stride, hand at the small of your back and pulling you in so hard you can feel his ribs.Â
When you think you're used to it ânot used to it, but expecting what can be expectedâ Eddie nips you. Tiny dainty kisses broken up with a nibbling you'd couldn't describe as anything but playful. He laughs at your gasping and does it again, again, giddy hot laughter mixed with one of the strangest feelings you've ever been subjected to. You're molten. You're dizzy with it.
Eddie pulls back enough to ask, "I'm gonna undo another button, okay? Just one. Is that alright?"Â
"What for?"Â
"So I can kiss your shoulder. Just your shoulder." He sounds pleading, desperately excited in a way you've never heard him and you want to know what it'll feel like, so you let him.Â
This next button unveils the top of your bra and the soft hills of your breasts. He doesn't look, barely glances at his hand as he tugs your shirts down your arm, diving into the juncture of your neck like he needs it to breathe. His kisses are proper compared to some of the stuff he's been doing, but then he opens his mouth and the flat of his tongue wets your skin as he kisses kisses kisses down your shoulder. His hand is somewhere under your shirt, fingers slipped under your bra strap and pulling teasingly at the elastic as he eases you down in his arms. You're shorter than him where you'd started taller, totally compressed in his arms and at his mercy.
When he pulls back, the slimmest ribbon of spit shines between your shoulder and his lips. He wipes his face with the back of his hand, his eyes glassy, and that hand cups your face. He pretty much grabs you, but there's not a lick of cruelty in his touch. Eddie's rough. Never cruel.Â
"You're on fire," he says. It's objective rather than joking. "You're so hot. Do you want to stop?"Â
"Notâ not unless you want to," you say, trying to quieten your breathing. You sound like you've run a marathon. It feels like it.Â
"I'm gonna give you a real one, cool?"Â
"I didn't know they weren't real."Â
"Oh, sweetheart," he says, and his eyes are damning, a loving pity in the black of his blown pupils, "I was just warming you up."Â
Your mind blanks.Â
"Make sure I can hide it," you say.Â
You aren't thinking straight, concerned about hiding his hickeys but not what this means for the two of you. His unexpected hunger, and your willingness to let him eat you whole.Â
"I don't think you can hide it anymore," he says, stroking your cheek with his thumb.Â
You look down at his lips. They're rosy, swollen from the pressure.
He sees you looking.Â
He yanks you in by the waist and sizes you up, almost, like he's calling your bluff, not spiteful but something mean about him as he stares at your mouth in return.Â
Like he doesn't want you to make the mistake. Like he knows you won't.Â
His hand tips your chin up high and he ducks his own down. An inch and you'd be kissing. That's all it would take.
"Is that really what you want?" he asks.
"I don't know," you say. Is it what he wants?
It has to be.Â
"Have you wanted to, before?" He draws a line down your cheek with his marriage finger. Fast as a heavy tear. "You want me to kiss you?"Â
"Yeah," you whisper, trying to make sense of this, your sudden confession, a secret want pushed into the light.Â
Eddie turns his hand and strokes down your cheek with the back of it, pushing any dampened baby hairs away from your skin. His gaze softens.Â
"Was that so hard?" he asks.Â
"You knew?"
He kisses you. He's smiling, and he doesn't take just one. He must kiss you four or five times, your lips parted enough to know he could push it further if he wanted, but he doesn't. These kisses are unhurried, missing the ravenous passion of his hickeying but not the fondness.Â
"You don't know how hard it is," he says after he's broken away, his forehead tipped against yours, "how hard it is to have someone look at you like you look at me everyday, like I'm something you can't have."Â
"I didn't knowâ" you knew. You felt the same. His kissing is evidence alone. it's confessional.
"I know. Guess I thought nothing good would come of it, butâ but I don't want good. I want you."Â
He pulls back quickly, like you've said something confessional rather than him. He surprised himself.Â
"I'm not good?" you ask.Â
"You're good. You'll ruin me, that's all."Â
You don't have time to ask him what he means by that. He kisses you again, kisses your cheek, draws a line of crescent moons down along your neck to the mess he's made of you. He kissesâ he sucks your neck so hard, so sudden, that goosebumps erupt and you can't stop yourself from saying, "Ohh," as you cling to his shoulders.Â
This is the vampire thing he'd talked about, the points of his teeth stark against your skin even now. There's another layer of vulnerability unveiled here, knowing that he could really hurt you and knowing he never would. He kisses you until you're overwhelmed by him. Heat everywhere. Sweat shining on your skin. You don't want anything else but this.
You squeak as the pressure turns from pleasurable to too much. Eddie hears the pain in it and pulls away, instantly sorry and willing to prove it, his hands cradling your face.Â
You pant. He shushes you gently.
"Sorry, baby." He pets your cheeks.Â
Your head falls back, too heavy on your sore neck. You feel wiped.Â
Wiped, but good. Lax.Â
"That was nice," you say breathlessly.Â
Eddie sits up and drags you with him, hand behind your neck to prop you up. He's laughing again, his awful sweet laugh that you've heard a thousand times before. It never fails to make you smile.Â
"You're like a dead fish."Â
You cover an eye with your hand. "I take it the romance is over."Â
"You thought that was romantic? Babe, I'm only getting started."Â
Eddie gives you a quick peck. Where his hickey had felt like the heart of a star growing hotter with each passing second, his smaller kiss feels like the sun through blinds, a dappling of warmth.Â
"Are you messing with me?" you ask.
He pushes his arms over your shoulders for a hug.Â
"No. Not messing with you." His nose rubs against the shell of your ear. "It's about time we talked."Â
You let your hand drift down the dip of his back.
"Okay," you mumble. Talking. You need to talk about whatever it is that just happened.Â
"...Maybe I'll get you a glass of water first," he adds.
"That's a good idea."Â
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Thatâs My Girl
Summary: Bradley has been looking after you for longer than he can remember. Youâve always been his favorite person. So when some guy makes an unwelcomed move on you, that last thing heâs going to do is just sit back and watch it happen.
Pairing: Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw x Female Reader
Length: 6.7K
Warning: language, male chauvinism, allusions to smut, some angst with a happy ending
(author's note: this is a fic is set in the 'Like I Can' universe, however it can be read on it's own!
In hindsight, Bradley should have known how rowdy the crowd at the Hard Deck was going to be tonight.
Sailors fresh off a several months long deployment were always a boisterous bunch. But Sailors fresh from a deployment during San Diego Fleet Week were a different thing entirely.
The bar is packed and humid, even with the doors and windows opened for the Pacific breeze. Pennyâs old air conditioning unit might be on its last legs because Bradleyâs shirt is sticking to the skin of his back. Heâd nearly lost his mind when heâd seen that bead of sweat work its way down your neck and between your breasts when youâd pressed a kiss to his cheek and told him you were getting a refill and asked if he wanted anything.
Bradley really hoped youâd be up for leaving soon. He wouldnât mind taking a dip in the pool at your apartment. Or better yet, getting you to join him for a cool shower.
It wasnât the just the deep v of your tank top- or those sweet little embroidered flowers along the edges of it- that hand his fingers twitching to touch you. Although he liked those too.
It was that damn bow.
When Bradley had picked you up from your apartment earlier this evening and seen you wearing that, heâd given you a wolf whistle so loud it had caused your neighborâs dog to start barking.
Heâd taken advantage of your surprised laugh to back you up against your front door to get his mouth along the column of your neck. Heâs always been a big picture kind of guy. And he knew he wouldnât be satisfied until he was tugging open that bow between your breasts with his teeth.
Youâd all but sighed his name as your fingers tangled in his hair.
Bradley.
And just as heâd reached your collarbone, youâd pulled him back up to your mouth like you were going to kiss him and murmured Later against his lips before slipping past him, like the menace that you are, leaving him to chase after the trail of your perfume.
You knew what you were doing, that was for damn sure. Heâs always been a sucker for a bow. And for you.
Bradley had more than appreciated the extra sway youâd put in your hips just for him as you walked down your hallway towards the elevator. Heâd grinned to himself as he set off after you, because at the end of the night, his girlfriend would be coming home with him.
Earlier in the evening, Coyote had been fast to claim the cluster of tables that some Butterbars had left to close out their tabs, most likely onto their way to the next stop of many for the night. It was lucky timing, because thereâd been a nonstop steady stream of people making their way into the unofficial designated Naval watering hole for Fleet Week. There was a mix of civilians, Naval regulars who are stationed at North Island, and the visiting Sailors dressed in their uniforms on liberty. Bradley wasnât sure how many more bodies could be packed in until some of the worn wooden shingles of the bar started popping off.
The lively and loud atmosphere of Fleet Week was something that Bradley had typically enjoyed in the past. He liked seeing people cut loose and laugh as they swapped stories with their friends and families. And heâd been happy to do his part to add to the good times, having been pulled to the piano twice already.
Over the years heâd built up a curated collection crowd-pleasers for occasions just like this. Part peacocking, part coping. While heâs never been the type to shy away from being the center of attention, heâd also found it was easier to breathe in the spotlight. Because with everyoneâs eyes on him, it was impossible to feel alone.
So much has changed for him since getting permanently stationed in San Diego. And all for the better. That loneliness was a thing of the past, because now when he played, he was surrounded by all of his favorite people
But Bradley still ends his impromptu sets the same way he always has, with Jerry Lee Lewis. Only now he gets to sing it directly to the girl whoâd given him the sheet music to the song in the first place.
The same one, heâs realized, who hasnât returned back from getting her refill yet.
Bradley takes a quick glance around the corner of the bar theyâd laid claim too. Bob, Fanboy, and Payback were lounging against the side of the pool table chatting up some of the visiting Sailors, since there wasnât enough room to actually play a round without taking someone out with one of the cues. Coyote was leaning over the jukebox flipping through the albums with a pretty civilian who was out with her friends that heâd met and was clearly trying to impress. And Jake and Nat were seated with him at one of the tall round tables taking about the new Top Gun students, where your chair next to him was still empty.
Everyone was accounted for, except you.
There are so many people packed around the edges of the bar that it takes him a moment to find you. He thought maybe youâd been held up by Penny or Jimmy or some other familiar face, but he doesnât recognize the man who standing way too close to you. But the firm press of your lips tells him everything he needs to know.
He sees the next moment playout as if itâs in slow motion. Watching as you attempt to take a step back, only for the guy to wrap his hand around your wrist to keep you from moving away. Bradley sees you glance down at that hand on you, and back up at the stranger. He knows that look in your eyes as you shake out of his grip. You arenât just annoyed, youâre pissed.
Bradley slams his beer down and shoves his stool back.
He hears Jake curse behind him, âOh, shit.â
Chair legs screech against the wooden floor as his friends hustle to follow after him, but he doesnât wait for them to catch up.
Thereâs a trail of spilled cocktails and beers in his wake as he unapologetically weaves through the tightly crammed bodies that separate him from you. If anyone has an issue with him later, they can put a refill on his tab. But right now, his only goal is getting to you.
He doesnât slow for a second. He just struts right up and steps in between you and the other man.
âDo we have an issue here?â he rasps, folding his arms over his chest.
Bradley takes the guy in with a hard glower. The name tape on his uniform reads Wilson. A LTJG, based on his shoulder boards, from one of the visiting ships. The man is big, but Bradley is bigger. And he outranks him. The guy might not know it yet, but it was just another thing he was planning on making crystal clear.
You put a hand on his tense shoulder. âEverything is fine.â
âIt sure as shit doesnât seem fine.â He doesnât take his glare off of Wilson. âI think itâs time for you to go now.â He jerks his chin towards the front door.
âWeâre just having a friendly conversation,â the other man drawls, sending him a wink. The implied innuendo makes Bradleyâs jaw clench. There wasnât anything âfriendlyâ about the way heâd been using his size to keep you trapped at the bar.
The guy is trashed. Thereâs a blankness behind his eyes that Bradley doesnât like the look of. He must have pre-gamed before going out because Penny and Jimmy werenât ones to overserve.
âNo, what youâre doing is paying your tab and leaving this bar.â Itâs an order.
âBradley.â You say his name like a warning. âIâm handling it.â
You pull on his shoulder, but he shrugs you off.
âNo, kid, Iâm handling it for you.â This asshole was Bradleyâs problem to deal with now. Heâd tapped in the moment heâd seen the man touch you.
âI see.â Wilsonâs gaze bounces back and forth between the two of you, an oily grin appears on his face. âYouâve already got someone for tonight lined up. Damn, you didnât waste any time did you, sweet thing?â
Anger flares hot and bright in his stomach.
âYou better watch your mouth,â Bradley spits, pointing a threatening finger.
The bar around him blurs around the edges, but the man in front of him only gets sharper in focus.
You step around him and tug on his arm. From the corner of his eye, he can see you shaking your head at him. âBradley, stop. I told you, Iâve got it.â Your voice is clipped, tight. âLet me take care of it.â
He knows you want for him to let it go. To back off. And heâs about to- for you- because you want him to. But then he sees the guyâs eyes drop down to the exposed skin of your chest- to that bow between your breasts- and smirks.
Itâs a look so filthy that even Bradley feels dirty. He operates out of instinct. Stretching his arm in front of you, he purposefully pushes you back behind him to where he knows Seresin is standing close by, trusting that his friend will move you out of the way.
âA barrack bunny like you must know her way around. I donât mind another manâs sloppy-â
For a moment, Bradley isnât at the Hard Deck anymore. Heâs standing in Jason Cameronâs kitchen, where the smell of weed and cheap alcohol and Axe hung heavy in the air.
Bradleyâs fist flies on its own.
He barely registers the moment his knuckles connect with the other manâs jaw. He doesnât see the man stumble backwards into the table behind him. He doesnât hear the surprised gasps or the sound of glass breaking or the thud as the man hits the floor. Thereâs only the color red and the sound of his own ragged breathing.
When he shakes off the memory and returns back to his body, heâs almost surprised to see the broken bottles on the floor and not shards from a sliding glass door.
The next few minutes are a flurry of chaos as Wilsonâs friends come and scoop him off the floor to make their exit. From the looks of irritation on their faces, it seems like this might be an all too frequent occurrence. He makes a mental note to try and look up the manâs supervising officer. And if he canât find them on his own, heâll ask Mav to help.
He can feel dozens of eyes on him, but he canât bring himself to care.
Bradley takes a moment to apologize to Penny. He avoids looking directly in her eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment heâs sure is there. The adrenaline is still coursing and sparking through his body. He needs a moment to work off his anger and get his head back on straight before he comes to check on you. But he knows youâre in good hands with his friends.
Without being asked, he rights the table and stools on his way to the supply closet to grab a broom and dustpan. He takes his time meticulously picking up the bits of broken glass off the ground before he sweeps the rest of it up as he waits for his heartrate to settle back down.
When heâs done, he spots Nat and Jake sitting at the bar top and heads towards them. But for the second time tonight, youâre not where you should be.
âThat was some left hook, Bradshaw,â Nat says, pinning him with a flat look over the top of her drink.
He ignores the comment. âHave either of you seen my girlfriend?â
Jake lifts his hand up at about your height. âAbout this tall? Great smile? Dating a man thatâs clearly punching?â He chuckles to himself. âNo pun intended.â Those dimples of his are more grating than usual.
Bradleyâs hand flexes in irritation. His quick fuse is on its way to being lit again.
âSeresin,â he barks, low on patience, âWhereâd she go?â
The other man lets out a low whistle and shares a look with Nat. âShe left out the side patio door like ten minutes ago. Looked like she was about to spit nails too.â
âGoddammit,â he mumbles under his breath. He turns to Phoenix. âDid she really look that pissed?â
She shrugs. âIâm surprised she didnât punch you, I probably would have.â
Bradleyâs mouth drops open. âFor what? For defending her?â
All he did tonight was stand up for you when someone crossed a line and tried to get physical with you. He wasnât ashamed for doing it, heâd do it again in a heartbeat.
âBut did she want you to do that?â she asks, deliberately.
He doesnât understand why Nat is giving him a hard time about this.
âThatâs my girl and that guy wasnât listening.â
Nat lifts a pointed eyebrow at him, âSounds familiar.â
Bradley forces out a breath. âThat was different and you know it.â
âAll Iâm saying is I think she was making herself pretty clear, but you chose not to hear her and did what you wanted anyways.â His teeth clench together as a rock lands hard in his stomach. âAnd from the sound of it, she wanted to handle it her own way.â
âYeah, butâŠâ Youâre his, he wants to say, but holds back at the risk of sounding like the jealous boyfriend Nat thinks heâs being. Except he wasnât being jealous, he just wanted to protect you.
âNo buts, Rooster. You fucked up.â
Nat has always been a straightshooter. It was one of the things heâs always appreciated most about her, that and her keen ability to read people. He trusted her judgement. And if she feels this way, even if he didnât necessarily agree with it, then the chances are very high that you do too.
âShit.â
âYeah, âshitâ. Now go fix it.â She pats his shoulder once, and then gives him a shove to the side door theyâd seen you leave from.
Itâs cooler outside.
The ocean breeze feels good on his hot, sticky skin. Bradley feels like he can breathe a little easier without all those people milling around him.
Youâre not hard to spot. To anyone else youâd a solidary figure facing the ocean, but heâd know the shape of you anywhere.
From what Seresin said, Bradley had figured youâd be half way down the beach. Heâd been planning just to follow the trail of steam to find you. But youâre still as a statue with your arms wrapped around yourself as you stare out at the inky waves.
The noise from the bar is muffled inside the walls of the Hard Deck, but still slips out from the windows that are cracked open and follows him as he walks towards you. The sand shifts beneath his shoes with every step he takes. The tunes from Pennyâs jukebox get carried away on the wind and are replaced with the gentle roar of the waves as he approaches you.
The days are getting longer and dusk is rolling in. The sun is hanging low in the sky. Not quite set, but well on its way. Heâd love nothing more than to pull you into his lap in one of the Adirondack chairs to watch the last glimmering moments of golden hour with you in his arms. But knows thatâs probably not in the cards for tonight.
The two of you have had fights before. Usually over stupid, inconsequential things. Arguing with you feels different now than when it did when you were just friends. Now that youâre his girlfriend, it feels like thereâs more at stake. He knew heâd never forgive himself if he fumbled the best thing thatâs ever happened to him.
Bradley wants to skip over this part to where the two of you are back on the same page. He wants to skip to the part where he gets to see your dimples and hear you laugh.
He stops just a few feet behind you. He knows you know heâs there, in that uncanny way youâve always been able to sense him. The minutes tick by as he stands there and waits for you to acknowledge him. Or to turn around and shoot him that withering glare of yours. Heâd take anything other than your silence.
But you donât.
You give him nothing, which is almost worse.
It feels like a standoff.
He folds first.
âSweet girl,â Bradley says, with a resigned sigh.
He doesnât miss the way your whole body tenses at the sound of his voice.
âI donât want to talk to you right now, Rooster.â
The way you say his callsign lands like a punch in the gut.
Youâre only standing a few feet away from him, but it feels like the two of you are miles apart.
âCâmon, kid, that asshole is gone now. Come back inside.â
âSeriously?â you laugh bitterly, still refusing to look at him. âYouâre seriously going to ignore me right now too? I said I donât want to talk right now.â
He feels his jaw tick. âLook, Iâm sorry,â he starts, still not feeling sorry in the least, âBut-â
You put a hand up and whirl on him, shaking your head in disbelief. The thunderous look on your face would have a lesser man taking a step back, instead Bradley steels his spine and digs his feet into the sand. Â
âI really donât want to hear it. I donât think Iâve ever been this mad at you,â you fume. âNot even in high school when you got in that stupid fucking fight at that Homecoming party when I had to take you to the hospital.â
He presses his lips together firmly. There was a time and place for a conversation about that night, the one where heâd earned the scars on his face, but it wasnât here and now. It was a secret heâd kept to himself for nearly two decades, the only other person whoâd known the full story was his mom. But telling you about it now would only make things worse.
You continue, like a freight train without brakes, âAnd youâd been drunk then. Not that that excuses anything. But youâve had, what? Two beers tonight?â When you lift your eyebrows at him expectantly, he nods curtly in confirmation. âSo tell me what the hell just happened in there?â
He swears that sharp flash of your eyes could cut glass. Â A lick of heat bursts behind his sternum. Hot and fierce.
âHe wasnât backing off,â Bradley grits out, trying to summon the patience he doesnât have. âWhat was I supposed to do? Give him a pat on the back and let him keep hitting on my girlfriend?â You scoff and he feels his pulse kick up in his throat. âI have always had your back, and I will always have your back.â
Bradley doesnât understand why you donât seem to understand that heâd do anything for you. Heâs been looking out for you since your bike handlebars had iridescent tassels streaming from them, and if he has his way heâll be looking out for you until his number is up.
âBut thatâs the thing, Rooster! You didnât have my back in there,â you argue, stepping forward so youâre toe to toe with him. Your use of his callsign again chafes against his ears like sandpaper. âAll you did was manhandle me out of the way to get at him and throw fists. I mean, Mav and Hondo would have let it slide if theyâd been there to see that. But what about Cyclone? Would he? Why would you put your career at risk like that? What were you even thinking?â
Youâre looking at him like you donât know him, and he hates it. Because youâre the person who knows him best.
He runs a hand through his hair in agitation. Heâs been trying to tame his temper, that caged animal that paced within the confines of the ribs in his chest. But his anger and frustration has been feeding off of yours, meeting it measure for measure.
âI wasnât. I wasnât thinking,â Bradley explodes, flinging his arms out to the side. âIâm not going to stop and make a damn pros and cons list while I watch some asshole being disrespectful and getting physical with you. Itâs not going to happen, kid.â
âAnd I told you that I had it handled!â you exclaim.
The sound of the waves gets lost in the way both of your voices are raising with each and every parry in the verbal fencing match youâve found yourselves in. This has escalated quicker than he ever could have expected, and all he wants is to find himself back on the same page with you.
âHow am I the bad guy in all of this right now?â
âDonât you get it? Iâm not mad about you wanting you to be there for me, Iâm mad about how you went about it. You literally pushed me out of the way and passed off to Jake, like my voice and feelings in that moment didnât matter to you. Like you didnât care about what I wanted. You have never treated me like that before.â
Guilt makes his stomach churn.
âYou and I both know thatâs not true,â he replies. Itâs an uncomfortable truth.
That dark period after his mom died and how heâd treated you still haunted him sometimes. When heâd try to set fire to all the bridges around him, including his friendship with you. He hadnât been worth knowing back then, but youâd never given up on him. He remembers it like it was yesterday, heâs never forgotten it. On the nights he couldnât sleep, it was one of the many things that played out behind his eyelids like a highlight reel of all his worst moments.
Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion. He sees the moment it clicks for you because the fire that had been blazing behind those eyes he knows so well transforms into something softer. Something sadder.
âBradley, Iâm not going to hold onto something from when you were eighteen and hurting and heartbroken.â Your voice catches with emotion. âBut tonight? Tonight, you made me feel small. And youâre the very last person I thought whoâd ever make me feel that way.â
He canât even enjoy hearing you say his name again, because you look so disappointed in him. The two of you stand there staring at each other, searching each otherâs eyes as the waves rolling in along the shore fill the silence.
The way your lower lip wobbles steals the fight right out of him. All that righteous indignation that had been whirling in his chest is gone quicker than it came over him at the sight of the tears welling up along your lower lash line.
Heâd let you down back then. And heâd let you down tonight too. He feels like heâs broken a promise to you, one heâd made with himself a longtime ago. Bradley wants to be the man whose shoulders you could lean on, the one you trusted to bet there to support you. He never thought heâd be the guy who makes you cry.
Bradley says your name tenderly. Every single letter of it is precious to him because youâre the most important person in the world to him.
The single tear that escapes the corner of your eye and rolls down your face cracks his chest wide open.
He holds out his hand for you, but you half-heartedly bat it away.
âNo, Iâm still mad at you,â you say, feebly. Itâs unconvincing at best.
âYou can be mad at me, kid,â Bradley murmurs, âBut just let me hold you.â
He needs to know that youâll still let him. That you still want him.
Bradley reaches out for you again and this time you let him pull you into his chest. And when you thread your arms around his torso and hold him just as tight that knot in his stomach loosens. He rests his chin on your head and releases a sigh. With you in his arms, he feels like his feet are finally back on solid ground.
He knows he owes you an apology, a real one this time. He knows that heâs fucked up, he understands where he went wrong. But he canât shake the feeling that he feels like heâs missing something, that thereâs another reason playing into why youâre so upset.
Every one of your quiet sniffles twists the knife thatâs lodged itself between his ribs just a bit more each time.
He doesnât know how long the two of you stand there wrapped up in each other, as he runs his hand up and down your back. Thereâs more to discuss, but he doesnât rush you. Heâll hold you for as long as you need him to.
When you pull away, only far enough to look up at him, he takes the opportunity to gently cup your face in his hands. His thumb skims along the line of your jaw, your eyes are still watery.
âSweet girl, why are you crying? I know you. Why does it feel like thereâs more to this than just me being an idiot?â he asks, quietly. It still feels so fragile between the two of you.
âBecause I l-like you so much. And I know you meant well, but I hated what happened tonight.â You wipe angrily at the fresh tears that streak down your face, like youâre irritated at them for them falling without your permission. Â âMy ex used to pull that kind of bullshit all the time and I always hated the way it made me feel.â
His hands fall from your face.
Your confession surprises him. âJack?â Bradley asks, his eyebrows pulling together. You nod. âI thought you said he was fine? That the break up was mutual because things got stale between the two of you.â
Itâs times like this where heâs reminded of just how much distance there between the two of you over the last decade before you moved to San Diego. Of how much of you heâs missed out on. All the little moments that made up someoneâs life. There was only so much an email, or a text, or a call could do.
You sigh, heavily. âIâm realizing now that there were a lot of things I put up with Jack because I didnât want to rock the boat.â
Bradleyâs fingers flex involuntarily where his hands are resting your hips. He doesnât know what to make of that admission.
âYou got to give me more than that to work with, kid. Help me to understand.â
You run you hand along his forearm soothingly, like you can sense his unease. He slides his thumbs through the loops of your jeans, fixing himself to you.
âJack was really good about wanting to show everyone that he was a good boyfriend. And he was- for a while.â You pause, pressing your lips together. âBut there were a few times where weâd go out and heâd make a scene, like what happened tonight. Except instead of someone being an actual asshole, itâd be someone whoâd started up some polite small talk with me as we waited in line. And it always became a bigger thing than it needed to be. Then afterwards, heâd make it seem like he was defending my honor or something, even though he knew I didnât like the kind of attention and all the looks that came with it afterwards. But Jack was always about Jack, and he liked the hero edit his friends would give him.â
You look away from him towards the ocean, the sunset paints you golden. Bradley knows youâre collecting your thoughts, so he waits. When youâre ready, you turn back towards him. Thereâs a different kind of hurt reflected in your eyes, one that tells him tonight has opened up old wounds for you.
âHeâd say all the right things around other people, but when it was just the two of us alone, I never got that side of him. At the time I believed he was saying them because he meant them, but I can see now that he never really showed me that he meant them. I took his words at face value and settled for them.â
You give him a self-conscious shrug. Like youâre embarrassed. But your big heart was one of the things he loved most about you, and he hated the idea that someone had been careless with it before it made it into his safekeeping.
Bradley swallows hard. That tonight reminded you of the low points in your past relationship is hard for him to hear. And knowing why, makes it even worse.
âI think, more than anything,â you continue, your voice much quieter now, âIâm just mad that I let myself get lost in that for so long. Like I knew I needed more and that I wanted more, but I kept putting him ahead of myself when he wasnât doing that for me.â
You thread your fingers between his and squeeze them lightly. He squeezes yours back.
âBut you, Bradley, say the right things and mean them. You show me how important I am to you, with or without an audience. No one has ever made me feel as special as you do. Like, you donât buy me red roses because you think you should-â
âWait,â he doesnât mean to cut you off, but his mind has snagged on a critical detail, âI thought your favorite flowers were tulips?â
A soft smile coasts over your pretty face. âThey are.â He loves the warm way youâre looking at him right now, tender and fond. âAnd thatâs what Iâm talking about. You show me all the ways you know me because you care about me and want to make me happy. You donât treat me like Iâm an accessory in your life. I mean, I didnât feel like I could even hang art on the walls of the apartment I paid half the rent for without Jack having an opinion on it. And here you are letting me bring over kitchen towels and plants for you, and we donât even live together yet.â
Yet. Such a small word, but it means so much to know that youâre envisioning the same future with him that he sees with you.
âI like that you do that. I want you to do that. I appreciate the way you show me youâre thinking about me too.â Bradley runs his thumbs over the back of your hands. âAlthough, Iâd rather be the one buying them,â he says, only partly teasing.
You made his house feel like a home. He hadnât had that in so long. He wanted you to have things there in his condo that you also liked and made you happy because he wanted you to stay. He couldnât wait for the day the two of you shared one address instead of two.
âDoes that mean I should return the throw pillows I found for you?â He spots a wink of your dimples. âTheyâre soft, but firm enough that you wonât hurt your neck when you inevitably fall asleep on the couch even though you claim youâre just âresting your eyesâ.â He never wants you to stop teasing him.
âNo,â Bradley chuckles. âThey sound perfect, but youâre going to let me Venmo you for them.â
âOk, fine,â you agree. Almost reluctantly.
God, he loves you.
He leans in to kiss you. Once. Twice. Soft, sweet.
Bradley lets go of one of your hands to settle on your lower back and press you closer to him, until thereâs no space between your two bodies. And brings the other one, with your fingers still tangled with his up against his chest. Before resting his forehead against yours.
âIâm so sorry I made you feel like that tonight.â
âThank you, I forgive you.â You set the hand not entwined with his on the side of his face, your thumb sweeps across his cheek. âBut I need you to hear me when I say that I can hold my own just fine, Bradley. I know you want to have my back and look out for me, but please, just not like that. Even if your heart is in the right place, ok?â
He nods. âI hear you, sweet girl. Itâs not going to happen again. I promise.â He turns his head and presses a kiss to your palm. And then lifts the one still in his up to his lips, and drops a kiss to the back it.
âPlus, you taught me how to throw a punch, remember? Iâm pretty sure I broke a guyâs nose one time,â you grin.
âAtta girl,â he says with pride. Itâs so much lighter between the two of you now. He takes a couple step back, letting go of you and giving you a not-so-subtle onceover. âOk, hot shot, show me what you got.â Beckoning you over with both hands.
âIâm not going to punch you, Bradley.â
âCâmon, kid, show me how itâs done.â
You shake your head at him in amused disbelief. âYouâre not going to let this go, are you?â
âNo maâam.â He taps his finger on his abs. âLetâs see it.â
You roll your eyes at him fondly. Then you hook your thumb over the top of your fist, just like he showed you all those years ago. And you ever so slowly, ever so gently press your perfectly aligned fist into his stomach. It could hardly even be considered a graze.
He doubles over with an overexaggerated oof and then tilts his head up at you and winks with a smile.
âYouâre ridiculous.â The sound of your laugh fills his lungs.
Itâs the same sound when heâd toss you into the pool when you were twelve. Itâs the same sound when heâd spin you on the big tire swing when you were fourteen. Itâs the same sound when he twirled you around the dance floor when you were nineteen at your momâs second wedding.
Thereâs not just a glimmer of your dimples anymore, the full force of them hits him right in the chest.
âSpeaking of punching,â Bradley says, straightening back up. âHangman thinks Iâm punching up.â
âOh, does he? Interesting,â you hum. Your eyes shine in amusement.
He grins. âHeâs not wrong. Youâre way out of my league.â
You softly shake your head at him. âIâm just right for you. And youâre just right for me.â
He couldnât agree more, but you donât give him the chance too because youâre threading your arms around his neck and pulling his mouth to yours. With you in his arms and his lips on yours, he feels whole. You werenât just right for him, you were perfect for him. And heâd never stop trying to be the perfectly right man for you.
No oneâs ever had him, not like the way you do.
Youâd always had a special place in his heart, but now the whole thing belonged to you. It was yours for the taking. He knew it would be in good hands with you, and he wasnât going to stop proving to you that he was the one to be trusted with yours.
âDo you want me to take you home or do you want to go back inside?â He asks against your lips.
You kiss him again. âLetâs go back,â you say, wrapping your arm around his waist. âYou owe me a dance, you know.â
He drops an arm over your shoulder. âI do?â
âYou do.â
âWell then, lead the way, sweet girl.â
After he twirls you around on the crowded makeshift dancefloor of the Hard Deck, you let him take you home. Where he apologizes to you again, but this time on his knees with your thigh thrown over his shoulder. And twice more in your bed for good measure.
But not before he got his teeth on that little bow of yours.
He never stood a chance against it.
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Bradley is about to line up his next shot at the pool table when Jake saddles up and nudges his shoulder.
âLooks like your girl has an admirer.â Hangman points with his beer bottle, directing Bradleyâs gaze to the bar where someone is chatting you up.
He recognizes him from the most recent batch of Top Gun students. To call him overconfident would be an understatement. The guy is clearly as full of himself on the ground as he is in the sky, based on his body language as he monologues to you, all puffed up chest and cocky smiles.
If the guy had any common sense, heâd see that you look like youâd rather be anywhere else. Itâs written all over your face.
âSo it seems,â Bradley agrees, rests a hip against the table.
Heâd noticed the guy checking you out. But it was pretty ballsy of the aviator to be leaning into you the way that he is, considering the two of you had arrived together and that Bradley had been the one tasked with doing some demonstration trainings with them earlier in the week.
The man makes some big gestures with his hands, heâs clearly reached the part of his story thatâs meant to impress you. Bradley chuckles to himself when he sees the less than subtle roll of your eyes.
âAre you going to go all Rocky Balboa on his ass?â Jake asks with a knowing smirk.
You must feel their eyes on you, because you glance over in their direction.
He knows you can handle yourself, but heâll be there if you want him to be.
Bradley lifts his eyebrow in a silent question. You give him a slight shake of your head and he nods.
âNah, sheâs got it.â
He sees the moment the guy fucks up and oversteps, because your eyebrows shoot up. Youâre his sweet girl, but he knows the other guy is in for it when look that promises the best kind of trouble settles over your face.
His favorite menace.
Bradley watches on as you lean over the counter and ring the bell with enthusiasm.
A cheer goes up throughout the bar. He brings his fingers up to his lips and lets out a loud whistle.
You look rightfully smug as Penny points out the wooden sigh strung up between the beer taps to the confused Top Gun student whose bank account will be hurting in the morning.
âDamn. I forgot the kid is a straight hustler,â Jake says, clearly impressed.
âShe sure is,â Bradley grins, still looking at you, âItâs a good thing she likes you or youâd be screwed.â He pats Jakeâs shoulder reassuringly, before pressing the cue into his hands.
You return a few minutes later, with a tray of frothy, freshly poured beers for everyone wearing an all-to-pleased grin that lights up the whole bar.
He waits until the beers are safely on the table before threading a finger through your beltloop and tugging him to you.
âThatâs my girl.â
Bradley tilts your face up for a kiss. Itâs not his best work, youâre making it difficult for him since youâre too busy smiling.
He wouldnât have it any other way.
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