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is it just me or am i starting to prefer fluff over smut? dont get me wrong i love a good smut but like fluffs and angsts get me in my feels. just me?? ok
#gojo fluff#jjk gojo#jjk fluff#jjk angst#jjk x reader#jjk#some days i do need a good smut fic don't get me wrong#but i can read smut with a straight face#and fluffs just get me giggly#copium#im extremely angry with gege for jjks ending#so many plot holes#jjk toji#jjk men
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I canât blush either đ I donât even get red when I drink( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°)
max for is that my face gets warm to the touch yk? hot cheeks but no colorrr
#ââ inbox#ââ mino <3#glad i can't blush bc it'd be so obvious when im reading#i can read smut with a straight face but some of them make me go mentally insane#if i could i'd just be bright red but đ
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me reading smut in public: đđđ¶đ¶đ¶
#some primal force takes over me and i can keep a straight face even tho im the goofiest mf normally#reading the most mindblowing toecurling chairgripping eyes rolling to the back of my head smut like its the newspaper#totally not me reading spot fic on the bus rn#im normal im so normal
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Smiling like an idiot reading this romance novel...ugh
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#forever find it funny how i can read smut with a straight face#but when its a cute fluffy scene whether it be a romantic ship or a platonic ship#even in public i start making faces and cant help but silently scream into my arm#for context: i read a smut fic on our tour today#and once i finished that fic#im rereading this tony stark and peter parker fic i LOVED#where peter is keeping three secret identities#fucking love it#i should reread the one about ned harley and peter trolling the internet about spidermanâs identity
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Yeah recent spicy romance novels are okay and all but I just picked up four 2002 spicy romance novels in the classic 9x5 size at the thrift store that go HARD okay?
Every modern spicy romance book that's been recommended to me has my eyes rolling halfway into the first three pages but THESE??
These I can get behind
So expect some inspiration for some new smutty fics...
#ram bam#this is a slight attack on booktok#nothing against the booktok girlies who are respectful n shit#but some of the books y'all reccomend i dont even know if youve read#like its the same three books that has me actually gagging and not in the sexy dick sucking way#and i cant stand the use of 'rod' or 'length' or any other sensor bullshit that those pusilanimous ass books use#if its spicy give me the goddamn spice dont pander to the censoring ffs#i dunno man#some of the books y'all read have me concerned#not because they like pander to bad things bc i know y'all can separate fiction from reality#but mostly because i see the 'read this with a straight face' and its the worst smut page ive ever read#y'all would not have survived 2002 9x5 smut books#that are in fact written by women too
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â PROF. GETO'S CLASS IS SO HARD, BUT HE'S SO HOT!! â
⧠pairing: professor!geto x f!reader (part one of the prof geto series)
⧠summary: you were a 4.0, straight A student, until professor geto's class, the same far too hot ethics professor fawned over by faculty and students alike. you didn't understand what was so special about him...until you start having dreams about him.
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, a lot of smut (mostly fantasy), depictions of student/teacher relationship (only ok in fiction not irl!!!), reader is a grad student in my mind, but age is vague, masturbation (f + m), fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), getting off to his voice in recorded lectures, arousal from reading his writing, amateur's take on moral philsophy and ethics, art by @/jatinsohanvi, google scholar graphic by platonic loml @laneysmusings
⧠wc: 10,149 (i have a problem) | part two
âYouâre late,âÂ
Your first impression of Professor Suguru Getoâs class was that you could never be late again, unless you would like to be chided in front of all your peers for your tardiness.Â
Your first impression of Professor Suguru Geto himself was that he was truly the most breathtaking man youâd ever laid your eyes on. His inky black locks tied into a neat bun, his deep royal purple vest buttoned over a crisp white button up with pressed gray slacks, his pretty lips pressed in a small frown, as his dark gaze pierced through you. And you donât know what stirs in your chest â a fleeting moment that is tucked away under a bite of your bottom lip and burning cheeks.Â
And now you knew why when you had walked into class, the amount of unfamiliar faces in this course had far outnumbered the ones in your usual course load â the same reason why this man undoubtedly had three chili peppers next to his professor rating on some website out there.Â
And now you were faced with him staring you down as you stumbled down the stairs of the all too full lecture hall.Â
As you muttered apologies, and took your seat far too close to the front of the class, smack dab in the very front of the very same professor whose eyes still were concentrated on you, before sliding back to the class at large.Â
âNow, where were we?â he says, continuing the lecture.Â
Ethics was not your major â you were a philosophy grad student, and although the two went hand in hand â no, they were not the same thing. Ethics are the moral principles â like rules to follow to live a moral life â people can follow, while philosophy is the study of knowledge, reality, and existence. And this class encompassed both â an ethics and moral philosophy class. Your eyes slid around the room â and compared to all the random majors stuffed into this classroom, you had no doubt youâd do well. Your eyes met Professor Getoâs â maybe one slight doubt.Â
And when you get your first essay back, you eagerly flip to the last page of the paper, wondering what accolades and compliments youâd receive this time. Your eyes find the grade, and your stomach drops, a gaping maw that consumes you from the inside out.Â
You got a B.Â
A B+ â an 88 on your paper in this course, and you stared at the grade on the very last page of the paper you had collected from his desk â Professor Geto had insisted everyone submit their papers both physically and electronically â his scrawl in red pen littered each page of what you thought was a thoughtful and even clever paper on the existence free will and the ethical and moral dilemmas that surround it. And he had given it an 88.Â
You had a 4.0 point average â you had gotten the highest scores in some of the most difficult courses required by your major, and now you were going to be derailed by a class you took on a whim? Thatâs not happening. No, you were going to get him to change your grade. You were seeing as red as the ink that tore your paper to shreds.Â
âCome in,â your knuckles had rapped against Professor Getoâs door, your heart in your throat, as you heard his reply, entering his office. His office was as pretentious as he was. A much larger office than you had seen before (poor Professor Ijichi had a shoebox of an office), while Professor Getoâs was three times the size, outfitted with large, beautiful windows, distinct bookshelves, and even a lovely deep mahogany colored couch with decorative cushions. And you knew why that was the case â Professor Geto was an expert in his field, revered, even at his relatively young age. And the university had coveted him, and managed to lure him to work behind these ivy covered walls. While other professors who have been here longer are stuck with offices that donât begin to compare.Â
Academia was truly hell.Â
And yet, Professor Geto seemed to rule over it with an iron fist. Even now, you found your professor looking as annoyingly perfect as ever â his elbow resting against his desk, pen in his other hand, as he flipped through more papers on his desk, his hair in a messy bun, a few black strands falling across his furrowed brow, his pretty lips pursed in concentration, and his dark gaze flicks up from his work to you, and his lips curl, your name leaving his lips, âgood to see you, please sit,âÂ
You had planned to attend these office hours in victory, to apologize for your misstep in the first class, and let your professor praise your paper to no end â but instead you were going to see why your paper was graded so harshly.Â
Your speech was ready, you were going to lay it out, you had the perfect explanation and the excellent reasoning âProfessor GetoââÂ
âI know why youâre here,â he cuts you off, lips forming in an utterly condescending smile, âyou want to discuss your paper, correct?âÂ
âI am, I wanted toââÂ
He sits forward in his chair, setting down his pen, âIâm going to save us some time by explaining my comments on your paper, do you have it?â and you close your mouth, pulling the paper out of your folder and handing it to him, âYour paper was one of the best in the class â it was thought provoking, grounded in research, persuasive, even made me consider some points I hadnât beforeââÂ
You blink, his praise catching you off guard, your thoughts twisting in on themselves, âThen why did you give me B?âÂ
âYou didnât allow me to finish,â he sighs, as he flips through your paper, looking up to meet your gaze, âyour paper was excellent when it came to philosophical concepts, but your ethical conclusions on the other hand, could use some work,âÂ
You gaped at him, âWhat did I possiblyââÂ
âTo put it simply, you were trying to use your knowledge of philosophy to cover up your lack of knowledge in the field of ethics,âÂ
âI wasnâtââÂ
âAnd thatâs okay, because that means I have something to teach you donât I? Thatâs why youâre in this course, to learn,â he gives a tight lipped smile, tilting his head. Oh youâd like to learn a lot more from him â like the ethical dilemma of wanting to murder your professor, âand Iâm here to teach â and this paper is a teaching moment â and from your expression, I assume you didnât read the comments I left in detail,âÂ
And your cheeks burn, as your eyes fall away from him, âNot fully in detail,â you still swallow your shame, and meet his gaze, âI donât mean to be a bother, Professor, but how can my paper still receive a B â Iâve never received that low of a score on any single paperââÂ
âThereâs a first time for everything,â and you have to bite back your retort, âyeah first time having an annoying prick for a professor,â and he rises from his desk to hand you back your paper, âthe bottom line is, I know youâre capable of better, this class isnât going to be easy â Iâm not going to hand you accolades for no reason. You have to earn them â if you arenât up for the challenge, you can drop the class.âÂ
The option was there â you could simply drop the course, rid yourself of Professor Geto and his ridiculous criticism forever. You could take a class with one of the many professors who delighted in your papers (even the ones youâd written at 3 AM and submitted not proofread), and go on with your life and preserve your 4.0 GPA with ease.Â
But then you looked at him again. He was unfairly hot, even when he was fucking putting you down, he stood in front of you, offering your paper, his fingers long and thick brushing yours by mistake as you took back your paper, a watch on his wrist gleamed in the low light of his office. You glanced around his office, saw the awards on his walls, pictures of him giving lectures or receiving honors, and the books that lined his shelves werenât dissimilar to your own academic shelf at home. And your eyes fell back to his, as he stared at you curiously, lips pursed, as your paper slightly crumples in your fist.Â
âNext paper is due in two weeks?â and he pauses, before his lips curl in that same grin.Â
âYes it is,â and a smile graces your lips, lightning quick.
Like hell you were going to let him win. You were going to get him to praise your papers (and maybe that wouldnât be the only thing he praised) â if it was the last thing you do. Youâd get an A in his class, hell, youâd get him to beg you to be his teaching assistant (heâd look very nice on his knees for you, wouldnât he?).Â
You rise from your seat, and grab your bag, âIâll see you at your next office hours then, to discuss my paper topic,â and he watches you leave, his eyes piercing into your back as you do.Â
âSee you soon.âÂ
Oh, he would.Â
âRight on time,â Professor Geto barely looks up now when you knock on his door, his door now always ajar for office hours.Â
Now you had made a habit of showing up for his office hours, youâd bring your paper topic all picked out, along with your handpicked sources you had chosen for your paper, all typed up in a neat bibliography. And heâd kindly rip it apart with that same damn smile on his lips. It had been a few weeks, a few papers later â and you finally had worked your grade up to an A-, not quite an A+, but youâd get there. You had to.Â
Because it wasnât just about your GPA now â you were going to get Professor Geto to praise you â through any means necessary. The man was stubborn, even when youâd come back with an improved draft, heâd only hand it back to you with a smile barely tugging at the corner of his lips, with no compliment to be had â only small check marks scribbled in the margins in your papers, with the occasional âgoodâ written next to it.Â
âWell, we all know what happens when Iâm late,â he laughs, a noise that makes the ice dagger clutched behind your back ever so slightly melt, âI made you laugh, extra credit?âÂ
And he rolls his eyes, and you notice that his dark eyes are hidden behind glasses today â and god, why does it only make him even more gorgeous? Heâs already brilliant, itâs unfair for him to look as if he was sculpted by the gods as well, âIt takes a lot more than a chuckle to earn extra credit,â and you canât help but bite your lip.Â
No, no, heâs the worst. It didnât matter he was the epitome of every academicâs wet dream, you were above that. You had a goal.Â
âSo, can we discuss my next paper?â you hand him your bibliography, and he takes it, delicate fingers flipping through, your mind notes the absence of a ring on either hand, before brushing the thought aside.Â
âYouâre writing on the morality of good or bad actions,â he hums, as he looks over the sources you had chosen, âScanlon, good â have you readââÂ
ââWhat We Owe to Each Other?â Only about a million times â well more like six,â and he nods appreciatively, âof course youâve read it,âÂ
âI didnât just read it, I wrote a paper on it, similar to yours, actually,â and your eyes flick up to meet his, heâs leaning forward in his chair, red pen in hand, as he scribbles notes in the margins, as well as on the back of your bibliography, âof course I donât have your penchant for rambling,âÂ
You pout, âI donât ramble â I like to make my pointââÂ
âMany times, and the same one,â and your mouth opens, only to find a wry smirk on his lips, âIâm teasing, another one of my very tedious qualities, and how you stand it during class astonishes me,âÂ
You cross your arms, unable to meet his eyes, as you choose to stare at your bibliography instead, âYouâre not completely tedious, more like irritating,â and he huffs a chuckle.Â
You had to admit, begrudgingly, Professor Geto was aâŠgood teacher. And you had your fair share of awful teachers â many of them were brilliant, accomplished people in their fields, but didnât know how to translate and convey that in their lectures to students who simply knew less than them. But GetoâŠhe knew how to break down complex concepts and theories of moral philosophy and ethics to a science, he knows how to make students understand these complicated topics that you had seen other professors fail to, and he does it while being an intellectual dreamboat to most of his students â the ones that swarm his desk after class, still there even as you slowly make your way out of the lecture hall.Â
âA rare compliment from you,â he raises an eyebrow, âIâm touched,âÂ
âYouâre one to talk,â you furrow your brow, and a smile pulls at his lips.Â
âDidnât know you wanted my approval,â he tilts his head, leaning forward to lean on his elbow on the desk, âwell, you have improved remarkably in the class so far, and if you keep going like this, I may have no choice but to praise you,âÂ
âYou will,â
âSomeone is very sure of themselves,â a pause and then he adds with a quirk of his lips, âas you should be,â and heâs sliding your bibliography across the table again, and passes it back, âread the sources I recommended, and see about adding them to your paper â you may have some overlap in the other papers you chose so use your discretion on which ones you use,âÂ
âSo donât repeat myself?â You raise an eyebrow, and he leans back in his chair, crossing his legs.Â
âYou learn fast.âÂ
And you do â returning to your apartment to work on your paper, as you flip through his notes â as much as you hate to admit it, his notes and criticism did help â annoyingly so. He was far more detailed and perceptive than any other professor you had. Most had let you skate by without a second thought, and you wrote papers like you deleted your internet history after a scandalous romp through elicit websites â tools, clear history â and then onto the next paper or exam. But Professor Geto forced you to face your shortcomings, face the things that you didnât like to give a second glance to, lest your rejection sensitive self feel the agony of having to deal with criticism.Â
Each time you did it, you got a little better, and he had a little less to say â time and time again.Â
You leaned back on your bed, scrolling through the papers he recommended, but so what? So what if he was a good teacher? Doesnât mean he has to be as infuriating as he is â he knew exactly what to do to get under your skin, and he didnât prod at it, he scratched it.Â
And you found yourself typing his name (âsuguru getoâ) and T.M. Scanlonâs name into the search bar of your universityâs library collection, and his paper pops up right on top.Â
You stare at the paper for a good minute, before you click on it â and you start reading. And reading. And reading â and fuckâÂ
It was good. It was more than that â it gave you so much insight on this topic, it made you rediscover T.M. Scanlonâs work in a new light â and you bite your lip. And it wasnât just the research â the way it organized, the way it was presented, the way it was written â it was eloquent, but it wasnât unreadable or incomprehensible. It wasâŠreally good.Â
You imagined him, pouring over Scanlonâs work as he wrote notes in the margins of his copy, pages dogeared and passages highlighted, as he sat in his office typing away at this paper. His sleeves rolled up, his hair let out of his usual bun, his glasses perched on his nose as he read, only his desk lamp and computer illuminating his office. The keys of his computer clacking under his touch, lengthy fingers pitter pattering as he wrote his thoughts and analysis of Scanlonâs work â his brow furrowed in thought.Â
And you felt yourself flush, swallowing the lump in your throat, as you kicked off your blanket â it was so warm all of a sudden, pressing your thighs together. You shook the thoughts from your mind â what the hell were you doing? You glanced at the time, 2:39 AM it read back at you mockingly. You sigh, shutting your laptop down, and putting it aside â you need to do your skincare and brush your teeth. You glance back at your laptopâthe familiar of your flush clung to your skin like a forbidden kissâÂ
And you clearly needed sleep.Â
âCan you read this passage to me?â Professor Getoâs voice said, as he stood in front of you in the lecture hall â as you stood behind the podium that faced the entire class â hands in his pockets, in an olive henley, his hair tied in the usual neat bun, his black bangs falling in his eyes as always, glasses on, instead of the usual contacts. The class sat all around you â his exercise in getting the class to participate and get comfortable speaking in front of others, just as philosophers had done in the past (his very own âliterary salonâ he called it).Â
You swallow, keeping your eyes fixed on the book in front of you, ââWhen I ask myself what reason the fact that an action would be wrong provides me with not to do it, my answer is that such an action would be one that I could not justify to others on ground I could expect them to acceptââïżœïżœïżœÂ
âWhat do you think Scanlon meant by this?â he asks you, but his gaze was different this time, it held the amusement it always did when it came to you, but it was warm â no â it was burning. His lips were pursed, as he crossed his arms, the henleyâs fabric seemingly straining under the action.Â
âHe meant that an action that is wrong in his eyes when he couldnât expect others to accept the ground on which he could justify it,â and his lips curve into that damned smile, as he takes a few steps closer, rounding the podium, as he brushes past you, the brief touch of temptation incarnate â the dangling apple of Tantalus personified before you.Â
âAnd can you give me some examples of what kinds of actions would be wrong?â and heâs standing behind you now, and you canât bring yourself to look at him â but you can feel his gaze on you.Â
âSenseless murder,â and he hums in approval, his breath felt like it was warming your skin, âwanton violence, reckless assaultââÂ
âWhat other everyday wrongdoings could fall under this category?â and suddenly the class before you is gone, and itâs just the two of you in an empty lecture hall, âtheft, lying, student-teacher relationships?âÂ
And your breath catches in your throat, his cologne strangling any sense left in your mind, as his body heat nearly radiates off him, âProfessor GetoââÂ
âSuguru,â he corrects you, and heâs reaching for you, but he pauses, âcan Iââ and you only can nod, and his fingers brush your hair aside, ever so gently, âwould this be considered a moral wrongness, sweetheart?â his lips press a chaste kiss to your shoulder, and you shiver at the softness of his touch.Â
âWell, I am a student in your class, and even though Iâm of age, it presents a power dynamic and a favoritism that might beââ and your sentence cuts off as his arms wind their way around your waist, pressing himself to your back, âIââÂ
âGo on,â heâs murmuring his words against the nape of your neck now, as he pulls his glasses off to place them on the podium, âmight be what?âÂ
âMight be viewed as morally wrongââ and heâs chuckling, the vibration sending a delicious shiver down your spine, as he presses more butterfly kisses to your neck.Â
âHow can something be wrong when it feels so right?â he asks, and his hand is sliding down your side, âfeels so good, does it even matter what society views as right or wrong? Do their rules pertain to what weâre doing here?â and his fingers toy with the hem of your pants, teasing and pulling, as he pauses, waiting for your answer, âwhat do you thinkââÂ
âPlease,â you swallow, as you turn to look at him, seeing his lips in that same smile that haunted you, âtouch me,âÂ
And his smile only grows wider, âGood girl.âÂ
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.Â
Your eyes flutter open, your breath caught in your throat, as you stare at your ceiling, your hand reaching for your phone to silence the alarm. And you squeeze your thighs together, a distinct ache between your legs, your skin all too warm.Â
What the fuck was that?Â
You skip office hours the next week. You couldnât bear it â you could barely tolerate going to class now, as the dream invades your nights, with filthy variations that leave you perturbed and horny (mostly horny). The common theme only being that each time you get close to anything remotely thatâs anything (a kiss, a touch thatâs more than a caress, anything at all), you wake up.Â
Itâs as if your dreams are edging you â you groan into your pillow â and it was working.Â
Youâre so wound up, youâve even resorted to using your vibrator before bed, wondering if that would make a difference â it did, but only with you having a dream of Professor Geto using a vibrator on you during class â the vibrations growing even faster when you were speaking as he watched youâÂ
You needed to stop thinking about this. But how can you?Â
God, itâs even worse when youâre in class. You sit in your usual seat, front and center â and why does it feel like his eyes are on you far too often? Even as he lectures Professor Geto attempts to catch your eye during his lecture, trying to make a point, you all but glue your gaze down to the textbook and your laptop, typing away his words, trying to drown out the whispered words and groans from your dream that ring in your ears. You canât stop seeing him â unless you want to skip class, which you really couldnât when attendance and participation counted for a good chunk of your grade.Â
Class ended and you were packing up your things. You had to weather the storm â avoid being alone with him until the dreams were just a distant memoryâÂ
And then you heard him say your nameâÂ
Your eyes flick up to meet Professor Geto â who had his usual swarm of students waiting by his desk, but he parted the crowd, he approached your own seat, hands in your pockets, âDo you have a class after this?âÂ
âNo, I donâtââ the words slip out before your sleep deprived mind can put the pieces together.Â
âThen can you please stay after class? Iâd like to talk to you,â he says, and before you can say anything, he turns to speak to the students waiting for him.Â
And now you wait â your anxious energy singing at the frayed ends of your nerves, as you tried to hold yourself together â wondering what he could possibly want to speak to you about. His students dissipated one by one, until it was just you and him left in the lecture hall.Â
Just. Like. Your. Fucking. Dream.Â
You round the row you sat in, before walking down to speak to him, âIs there something wrong? The next paper isnât due until the end of next weekââÂ
âIt isnât about the paper,â and your heart squeezes, as you try to keep your breathing even, as he steps closer â and why, why did he have to opt to only wear a button up today â and a deep royal purple one no less, âI wanted to check in with you,â and he begins to undo the cuffs of his shirt, rolling them up â exposing his forearms and the pretty veins that ran along them â the same arms that he had used in one of your dreams to bend you over that desk, the whispers of heated kisses along your neckâ
You needed to get out of here.Â
You blink, âIâm fine,â and he tilts his head.Â
âI only ask because youâve looked tired the last two classes, and you didnât show up for office hours this week,â he crosses his arms, unhelpfully, as he purses his lips, the lines of his brow furrowed.Â
âIâm fine, Professor, I appreciate your concern â I just havenât been sleeping well,â you admit â it was the truth, âand thatâs why I didnât come to office hours. I was trying to catch up on sleep,âÂ
He nods, sighing, fingers raking through his hair â those same fingers that would feel so pretty around your neckâ âI know Iâm hard on you,â oh he would be, âbut itâs because I know youâre capable of more â most of these students are taking the class for an elective, but I know itâs more than that for you,â yes, itâs so you can finally earn his praise, âbut Iâm also here for your benefit, so if you need an extension or anything else, please let me know,âÂ
God, all you wanted was for him to maybe wrap you in his arms and kiss you, or bend you over, pull your clothes off and fuck you, or just to leave you alone all together.Â
You werenât sure which one you wanted the most at this moment.Â
âI will, Professor Geto, I appreciate it,â you murmur, biting your lip, as you try to focus on the task at hand â getting out of here, âI donât think I need an extension, Iâve made good progress so far. I just need to finish it, so I can revise,â
âWell, let me know if anything changes,â his lips curl, âok?â And you nod, and if you werenât so hyperaware, you swore you would have imagined it â but you didnât, âgood girl,âÂ
And you pause a moment â his lips did move, you pinch yourself discreetly â and you know it isnât a fucking dream. You only smile in return, giving a curt nod and goodbye, before beelining out of the classroom.Â
But you didnât stick around long enough to see the slight flush on Professor Getoâs cheeks â nor did you know that you two were thinking the same thing about yourselvesâÂ
What the fuck were you doing?Â
But to your relief, the dreams do subside, and youâre finally able to rest â but the thing that doesnât subside is your awareness of your professor.Â
You sit in class, watching him teach â and you knew he was attractive, hell, it was one of the things that made you all the more embarrassed to have him ream you out â having your super hot professor rail at you for your mistakes wasnât on your list of shining achievements (lest it was him actually railing youâ).Â
You needed to stop doing that.Â
But it felt as if you werenât the only one who was hyper aware. You felt as if his eyes skimmed over you during class this week, his replies to your weekly discussion board were less biting than usual, and his office hours were surprisingly canceled this week. First time all semester, but you werenât so full of yourself that you thought it had anything to do with you â right?Â
Either way, you had submitted your paper and now you were done with this weekâand as class finishes, you slowly pack up, looking forward to the week being over with and for a personal rendezvous with your bed. But as the usual gaggle of students make their way to chat with Professor Geto, your eyes flicker up to meet his, as he stares back a moment.Â
And you canât make yourself look away, and for a moment, neither can he.Â
But then a student calls for his attention, so his eyes flicker away, a smile on his lips as he spoke â and you turn to leave, grabbing your bag, as you look backâÂ
But why did his smile look so strained?Â
There must be something wrong with him.Â
Professor Suguru Geto drummed his fingers against his desk, but he felt more like shoving his things off his desk â if only to distract him for a moment. He pulls his glasses off, and runs a hand down his faceâgod, he hadnât been sleeping well. No, his nights were plagued, plagued by you â you had slipped into his dreams ever since that day he stopped you.Â
Why had he stopped you?Â
It wasnât the first time he had personally stopped a student who seemed to be struggling, he could count the times he had on both his hands.Â
But this, this felt different.Â
You were different.Â
But why were you different to him? He rubs his temples, from the moment you had stepped into his office he thought he had read you â an overachieving student used to getting their way, As handed out to them, and an inability to take criticism.Â
He knew, because he used to be one of them. But he knew you needed to be challenged to grow â but it was a matter if you would accept it. And from the moment you asked him when the next paper was due, he couldnât help but smile.Â
And his time spent in office hours with you grew more enjoyable each time you came. And when you hadnât last week, he couldnât sit still, checking the time, checking his email, and even checking if his office hours had been accidentally listed wrong in his weekly email to the class (they werenât). And the hour and half passed with many students hungry for his time and his charm â but not the one he was looking for.Â
Then those words had slipped from his tongue when he had stopped you, left his mouth like he was possessed, and now he had found himself here. Found himself thinking about how your lips parted when he said it, thinking about how you were feeling, thinking about you, you, youâÂ
Thereâs a knock at the door, âProfessor Geto?âÂ
And it was you.Â
âI apologize, I know you canceled office hours, but I just had a few questions I didnât get to ask you in class,â your fingers toy with the ring you wore, a folder in hand, a soft smile on your lips.Â
âOf course, come in,â and you did, your dress was painfully short, the fabric riding up as you sat, the folder in your lap, âis this about your paper?âÂ
âIt is, I was reading a few papers, and after our conversation, I couldnât help but find your paper,â and he tilts his head, âand I want to include it as a source in my paper, but I had a few points you made that I wanted clarified,âÂ
He raises an eyebrow, and he canât help but tease, âClarified or criticized? Are you planning on turning the tables on me?âÂ
âWell I do have a red pen,â you click your pen, lips curved in a smile, and thereâs a hint of heat that he wishes to unearth, pluck from the earth and possess himself, âbut I promise Iâll be civil,â
 âI have no doubt,â he had a million when it came to you â but that wasnât one of them. He runs his fingers through his hair, a few strands coming loose, âof course, letâs discuss it,âÂ
âYou discuss Scanlonâs idea of a social contract, everyone within this moral society agrees on whatâs right and whatâs wrong â the basic principle is that if there is a rule no one can reasonably reject as a basis, but is there such a rule that can exist?âÂ
He tilts his head, âScanlonâs theory relies on this premise â are you questioning me or the premise?âÂ
âBoth, actually,â you shrug, crossing your legs, âis there a magic switch that changes every person to be rational? Because I think only rational people can agree on what rules cannot be reasonably rejected â what about people who are cruel, inconsiderate, self-absorbed? Do those traits go away when operating under Scanlonâs social contract? You propose in your paper that moral reasons are not subjective â nothing is uncolored by human opinion,âÂ
âNo, butââÂ
âHow can we agree on what is truly right or wrong? How can one hundred people agree on that when everyone views these actions in different ways? Right and wrong? Black, white, or gray?â you rise from your chair to hand him his paper printed out, the paper more red than white with the amount of writing youâve done, âlike for example,â you lean forward, your hand braced against the edge of his desk, âcan one hundred people agree that student-teacher relationships are wrong? Because one veto,â your hand trails ever closer to his, toeing that dangerous line either of you had even yet to approach to cross. But here you were, seemingly barreling toward it.Â
And he didnât want to pull away.Â
He swallows, whispering your name, âThis canâtââ and you were so close â too close, your perfume hypnotized him, your fingers brush against his and he canât help but hold them, his thumb rubbing across your knuckles, âthey can agree that itâs wrong â the power imbalance from the authority of the professor and the age differenceââÂ
âI disagree, so the rule isnât legitimate, right? Even if one disagrees, the rule cannot be make valid,â and his breath catches as your fingers slide up his arm now, resting on his shoulder, as you lean over his chair now, as your other hand toys with the loose strands of his hair, âif the two of us canât even agree, then how could a hundred, or a thousand, or a million?âÂ
âButââÂ
âBut what?â you pout, your fingers dragging down his chest, toying with the top button of his button down, âI donât see you pulling away, do you want me to stop, Professor? Because I will,âÂ
And he swallows thickly, but he canât stop you â he doesnât want to, âBut, we shouldnât â it isnât a reasonable objectionââ he tries his hardest to stand firm, but he only crumbles when your fingers brush his cheek, tracing the cut of his jaw. And it feels like flames tickling at his skin, begging him to thrust his hand into the fire.Â
âLike I said, people are not reasonable,â your lips draw closer, and he can feel your breath warm his own, and god, why are you so tempting? And your lips stop short, barely an inch between your faces, âand besides, would you rather be reasonable or satisfied?âÂ
And thereâs only one answer â you.Â
He leans forward, lips nearly brushing yoursâÂ
RING. RING. RING.
He jerks awake from his desk, papers sliding as he does, his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes wander â and finds no one else there.Â
A dream. He runs his fingers through his hair again, crumpling the paper he had oh so lovingly drooled during his nap. He needed to get his shit together.Â
But his current predicament wasnât making that easy â his cock strained against the fabric of his pants â was he a grown adult or a horny teenager?Â
Fuck. It wasnât going away â no matter what he thought, his mind kept circling back to you.Â
And his eyes slide to the time: 1:40 AM.Â
Far past the time any soul would be here, even cleaning staff would have been long gone. It was just himâ
And you.Â
âSo good for me, baby,â heâs panting, palming his erection, an embarrassing amount of precum drips from his cock for a barely wet dream. He ignores the gnawing guilt in the back of his mind â but he canât help but imagine the image of you, spread out on his desk, hiking that oh so teasing sundress up, only to find your underwear drenched â just for him.Â
His fingers would slide up your plush thighs, squeezing to draw a gasp from your pretty lips, âProfessorââ youâd say, unable to form a sentence, all those brilliant falling away under his touch, until it was just him occupying every crevice of your mind.Â
âWhereâs that mouth now? So needy fâme,â heâd murmur, âbut such a good girl,â and you were, his thumb tracing his slit, smearing his pre-cum, as he imagined you spread on his desk, your puffy folds nearly showing through your far too translucent panties, âmy best studentâs so pliant for me now,â
And his hand moves faster, and he can imagine your fingers reaching for him too, your smaller fingers wouldnât be able to even touch as much as he can â but god it would feel so much better.Â
But heâd want you to feel even better than he did. Â
Heâd tug your underwear down, stuffing it in his pocket (his fee for all of additional office hours), and he would prep you right â fuck you open with his fingers, two or three, before he tasted you. Your fingers would dig into his scalp as you moaned his name again and again, before you came all over his face.Â
Heâd lick his lips clean of your release, before dragging his cock down your sweet cunt, watching his precum mix with your cum, as your walls flutter around nothing, craving to have him sink into you.Â
âProfessor, please,â youâd beg with pretty, kiss bitten lips between pants, âplease,âÂ
âWhereâs all those quips now, sweetheart?â heâd tease, as he would let his tip tease your clit, pulling a moan from your lips, âall those words fall away when you want this cock, donât they? Been thinking about you like this, wondering what youâd look like spread out under me,â and he would lean down to kiss you, âitâs even better than I expected,â
Heâs jerking himself off in earnest now, the lewd noises of his hand around his cock filling most of the silence, his low groans filling the rest. And heâd finally sink into you, inch by inch, until heâd kiss your cervix with his weeping tip.Â
And, god, he wishes his fingers fisted around his cock would be as good as your cunt would feel around him. He would fuck you slow at first, âI know those boys canât fuck you as good as I can, as well as I can,â heâd tell you, as he would pick up the pace when youâd tell him to, making you cum again and again with his cock, thumb rubbing at your clit, until he was finally close. Heâd either cum all over your stomach, marking you with his release, or if youâd let him, heâd cum inside you, filling you with his seedâand then heâd watch it drip out when he would pull out. He groans your name lowly, shuddering as he comes all over his hand, hard.Â
Fuck.Â
Thatâs the hardest heâd cum in a long time. Heâs a mess â panting and flushed, as he leans back, head against the back of his chair, too spent to even clean up. And then he finally does, cleaning himself up well, and collecting his things to leave the office.Â
But he only treated the symptoms, not the problem itself. His hard-on is gone, but his mind is still filled with thoughts of you. How heâd kiss you sweetly after, how heâd clean you up, care for you gently, make you rest because you never seem to do enough of that, and heâd let you relax â finally relax, as you slept the night in his arms.Â
As he heads to his car, he knows that heâs utterly fucked (without even being fucked) because he has feelings for you. And he didnât know if they were going to go away as easily as he hoped.Â
But he hoped they would. He owed it to you, your education, and your future career not to act on these feelings.Â
And he sighs as he sits in his car, starting it, but why did it hurt not to?Â
It was that time again.Â
Your next paper had come around again, and you needed to prepare a topic before you went to speak to Professor Geto. You had put it off, something you had never done with his class, but you wanted to limit the amount of time you spent with him, if only for the sake of your heart.Â
Watching him in lectures was bad enough, your thighs pressing together as you watched him speak, his impeccable looks and intelligence a deadly combination for your heart (and your body). You could barely focus, your eyes too fixed on the way he wrote on the board â his fingers too lithe and too thick, his voice all too alluring when discussing Kant and Aristotle and you canât help but think what heâd sound moaning your name.Â
God. Fuck. Â
Either way, you needed to listen to the lectures again since you werenât able to pay attention. Maybe without watching the video would be better, you settle on your bed, notebook and pen in hand, as you place your headphones on. His voice filled your ears, and youâre scrawling notes.Â
But your mind begins to wander. Heâs lecturing on the deontological ethics, and all you can think about is how he could make you cum with just that voice of his. Â
Shit, you shifted your thighs again, feeling that familiar ache again. What would he sound like when he moaned? How would it sound to have him touch you, run those long fingers down your thighs, and whisper filthy things in your ear?Â
As you listened to the lecture, his voice became white noise as your fingers slipped past the waistband of your shorts, and you shut your eyes.Â
âThatâs it, sweetheart, spread your legs for me,â heâd murmur in your ear, his chest pressed to your back and heâs urge your thighs wider, and his fingers would press against the wet patch on your panties, and heâd hum, âso wet fâme and I havenât touched you yet, Princess,â his lips would kiss your pulse, âyou like my voice that much?âÂ
âProfessor,â you gasp, as his fingers would tease you through your underwear, the fabric growing more soaked by the second, âpleaseââ and his thumb would ghost around your clit, teasing you, as his long fingers would piston in and out â they would reach so much fucking deeper âI need toââÂ
âAlready begging? I knew you learned fast, but not this fast,â and his fingers would tug the crotch of your panties aside, his fingertips tracing around your outer lips, before a finger pushes past your sweet cunt, âfuck, my favorite studentâs pussy is so fucking tight. These boys are not fucking you right,â and you whimper, his finger would be so much thicker than yours, as you glide another finger inside you, the two dragging against your walls, âlisten to your pretty cunt,â heâd grin against your skin, âand the wet squelch of your pussy, âso pliant for me, takes my fingers so well,â heâd murmur with a chuckle, âpractically swallowing me up,âÂ
And youâre bucking your hips against him, wanting, needing him deeper, because your fingers donât reach as far as his does, moans leaving your lips.Â
âIâm soââ youâre moving faster and faster, his lecture still filling your ears, your pre-cum soaking your shorts and onto the bed sheets, âI canâtââÂ
âCome on, Princess, use those big words of yours, you have no problem usually,â his hot words would whisper in your ear, and youâd hear him rub his erection against your ass, trying to get himself off, and youâd grind against him, wanting any friction, âtell me,âÂ
âLet me cum, please,â and he would smile, running his fingers through your hair, before he bore his thumb down on your clit and sunk a third finger into your needy cunt, just as you did now. And itâs too much for you, your toes curl, your messy walls fluttering around your fingers, as you cum all over your shorts and sheets with a groan of his name. Your fingers were soaked, as you pant, trying to gather yourself, as you came down from your high.Â
âFuck,â you murmur, tugging off your headphones, so your cunt doesnât have to twitch listening to his dulcet words again. And youâre pulling your fingers out, your cum dripped down your fingers, as you shifted, far too wet underneath you, as you tried to slip off your bed to take a shower and clean yourself up.Â
And then you realized, you didnât even hear any of the lecture.Â
Double fuck.Â
Why was this so difficult?Â
You stood near his office, trying to work up the urge to approach his door for office hours? Since itâs almost the end of the semester, there had been an influx of students attending office hours, and with everything, you had found excuses in your head to avoid office hours. But you couldnât avoid him anymore.Â
For your final paper in the class, you had to have a meeting with him during office hours to discuss your topic, complete with bibliography and outline. And it was almost time for your meeting.Â
But you didnât know how to go in.Â
The last few weeks in class have made things worse. You couldnât help but watch the other students fawn over Professor Geto, his lips curled as he spoke to them. And youâd leave class without a word. You had to stick through the semester and your feelings would disappear with time. You wouldnât have to see him, you wouldnât have class anymore, and you couldnât talk to him.Â
Or wouldnât.Â
But now you had to. And you didnât know howâ otherwise than just to do it.Â
You knock at his door, âCome in,â and you open the door to see an empty desk, blinking, âIâm over here,â
And your head snaps to your right, and Professor Geto is sitting on his couch, his legs crossed with a stack of papers in hand. His jacket is slung over the side of the couch, his deep maroon button up sleeves rolled up, glasses perched on the tip of his nose.Â
âI thought you lived at your desk,â you raise an eyebrow, âdecided to change it up for the end of the semester?âÂ
âEveryone needs a change of scenery,â he leans forward, placing the stack of papers on the table in front of him, âdo you want to sit here or move to the desk?âÂ
You shift in place, before moving to the couch beside him, âThis is fine,â he stares, âwhat?âÂ
âJust surprised, you always have something to say,â he leans on his elbow, âno smart remarks today?âÂ
âFresh out, can I offer you my proposal for the final paper instead?â You say dryly, and he cracks a smile, holding out your proposal. He clicks his red pen, readying his sword.Â
He takes it, his dark eyes darting back and forth as he reads, his brow furrowed in concentration â and you canât help but want to reach out and smooth his brow for him, tease him that heâll get wrinkles. But you canât. Canât because that would cross a line that neither of you should cross.Â
âYouâve come a long way,â he says, as he flips it back the front, writing only a few notes here and there.Â
âBut?â You wait for it.Â
His gaze flickers up, a tilt of his head, âThat was the end of my sentence,âÂ
You pause a moment, âReally?âÂ
âReally,â he scribbles a few more notes, âI look forward to reading the paper, it will be excellent Iâm sure, maybe youâll even get higher than a B+,âÂ
âOh, ha, ha,â sarcasm dripping from your tongue, but you canât help but smile, âyouâll miss me and my endless need for academic validation,â but was it really academic validation you were after now â your eyes gazed at him sitting with the tip of his pen pressed to his lips â or was it his?Â
And itâs his turn to pause, and his lips curl into a soft smile, âI will,âÂ
Your breath catches, âReally?âÂ
He chuckles, âReally,â he licks his lips, his eyes glancing downward at your proposal than at your face, âIâve enjoyed our chats this semester,âÂ
âHave you? Even when I argued with you,â a half nervous half serious laugh dies on your lips when his gaze meets yours, far too serious for your heart to take.Â
âEspecially then,â his fingers run through his hair a moment, before he speaks again, âI canât say you could say the same,âÂ
âAnd why couldnât you?â his eyes flicker with an emotion you canât grasp fast enough, before it slips away into the depths of his dark irises.Â
âBecause you stopped coming,â his voice is soft, his tone barely even, and this gives you a real pause, heat flushing your body, as if his words had set every nerve ending alight, your mouth growing dry along with it, and it gives him a reprieve he needs to brush it aside, âyou donât have to, of course, these office hours are not relevant to yourââÂ
âI didnât stop coming because I didnât enjoy it,â you cut him off, swallowing the lump in your throat, âI stopped coming because I did,âÂ
He stares, âWhat do youââÂ
âI donât want academic validation anymore, I donât care about my GPA,â you consider it a moment, âok I do,â and he snorts, âbut I care more about validation from you,âÂ
âFrom me?â he says, and his gaze tries to meet yours and it canât â but his fingers brush against your skin, making your breath catch, your eyes finding his, âand what kind of validation do you want?âÂ
And you canât find the words, and you hesitation makes him shake his head, âI apologize, I shouldnât haveââÂ
âWill you have a drink with me?â and heâs speechless for once, âafter the semester is over, of course â I know it wouldnât be ethical before,âÂ
And his eyes find yours again, âSome would say it would be unethical after too,âÂ
âI would say it depends,âÂ
âOn what basis?â and you canât help but smirk.Â
âAm I being graded, Professor?â and you delight in a small crack in his smiling veneer as a light flush dusts the tops of his ears, âand if Iâm good, will you call me a good girl again?âÂ
He swallows, âI donât want to cost you your education or yourââÂ
âI understand the risks, but we arenât contemplating shifting a trolley to hit one person or five, or murdering one healthy person to save five sick ones,â and he raises an eyebrow, âitâs a drink to celebrate the end of the semester,âÂ
âAnd if it's something more?â he nearly whispers, the softness of his voice reflected in his features, as his fingers that rested on the couch twitched beside yours.Â
âThen weâll cross that bridge then,â and then you add with a small smile, âOr hit the metaphorical person with the trolley,â and it pulls at the corners of his lips.Â
âYou make a fair point,â and you gasp in mock surprise.
âThe first time all semester you agree with me,â and he chuckles, a noise you wished you could hear him make innumerable times more.Â
âNot the first,â he replies, before leaning forward, pressing your outline back into your hands, his fingers brushing yours, âwe both agree youâre a good girl, donât we?âÂ
And your breath catches, his words warm your skin, turning your blood to lava, âProfessor,â and he smiles again.Â
âWhen we go for drinks, call me Suguru.âÂ
~~~~Â
The semester wears on and finally draws to an end, but finals induced hibernation begins for you. A mix of papers and exams, you finish everything â including your paper for Professor Getoâs class. As always, he has you submit a paper and electronic copy, the paper copy to be dropped off at his office mailbox. And you do just that, the mailboxes being only around the corner from his office, and your heart squeezes at the thought of him. After this, the class was over, it was done. You werenât his student anymore.Â
And you place the paper into the mailbox and sigh, chewing your lip as you pass by his office, but find the door closed (and locked, as you quickly turned the doorknob to test it). Where was he? This was the time he was usually in his office, but maybe he had left campus for the semester â had he forgotten about your drinks?Â
Fuck. You hadnât even discussed a time or place, you had left it vague â âafter finals.â Your cheeks burned at the memory, you were far too flustered to elaborate. And you had spent far too many nights imagining him calling you a âgood girlâ in many other situations.Â
And then you heard a call of your name, your gaze snapping up, your heart leaping, but only to see the department head.Â
âHi Professor, how are you?â and the two of you make polite chit-chat, until he asks you.Â
âHave you applied to be a T.A. for the department?â and you blink, âapplications just opened and I think from what Iâve heard about you around the department, I think you would be an excellent candidate.âÂ
âIâd love to be â how does the application process work?â and he explains that itâs a double blind process where applications are viewed without personal information of the candidates, and then matched with a professor based only on resume and writing samples.Â
You can barely listen to the department head, still far too distracted with thoughts of Professor Geto â so you agree to apply, if only to placate the department head, and make an excuse to leave.Â
It had been a week or so, as you lay in bed in your apartment, staring at your ceiling â you hadnât even bothered to get Professor Getoâs personal number. You couldnât even reach out to him if you tried, as the only way you could was through his university email, which was out of the question â the university had rules against a professor and student dating, and if anyone found that email â you sighed â it wouldnât be good.Â
Maybe it was for the best.Â
The only communication you had gotten from him was an email from Professor Getoâs mailing list to the class from a few days ago, stating that he was out of state in a conference, and he would return soon, but your grades would be emailed to you. But the paper copies would be available to pick up in his office from 3:00 PM to 6:00 PM on Tuesday. It was almost time to pick up your paper, and your nerves bit at you as you thought about the possibility of seeing him. Who knows if he would even be there to begin with.Â
Would it be anything? Would it be nothing? Was there not any point to this at all?Â
Oh, great, you were becoming existential.Â
You sat up, the only thing you could do was go. So you do, taking your time to get dressed. If you were going to see him, you might as well look your best.Â
Fuck. You couldnât go in. It had taken you longer to get back to campus than you thought, and now there were only a few minutes of his office hours left.
And youâre about to knock when the door opens, and you find yourself face to face with the man who has consumed every thought of yours for the last few months â good and bad alike.Â
âLate again?â and you canât help but smile.Â
âI prefer fashionably late,â and his eyes rake over your outfit, making your cheeks burn.Â
âYou certainly are,â and he steps aside to allow you into his office, and you glance between the couch and the desk, but he makes the choice and sits at his desk, âI have your paper right here,â and heâs rifling through his file of papers, âhow did your finals go?âÂ
âIf I have an A on this paper, perfectly,â and a smile tugs at his lips, and you raise an eyebrow, âwhat? Something funny?âÂ
âNot at all,â and he pulls your paper out, ha âI just recall you saying you wanted something more than, what was it? âMy academic validation?ââÂ
And your cheeks flush, âI did, but I also didnât hear from you,â and your fingers reach for the paper, and he holds onto it, âProfessor,âÂ
âI couldnât reach out to you because I was still your professor, but once you get this grade, Iâm not anymore,â and his gaze is sharper without his glasses today, his dark blue Henley doing nothing to help the flush on your cheeks â memories of your dreams flooding your mind, âand once you get this grade back, Iâm not anymore,âÂ
âAnd what does that mean?â you canât pull your eyes away from his, but his fingers let go of your graded paper, âhow about you look at the last page of your paper and see?âÂ
You pull the paper into your hands, flipping to the last page:Â
99 â I was impressed by this paper not only by the content but by its comprehension and use of both ethics and philosophy. But I was also impressed by the person who wrote the paper. Youâve shown determination and growth throughout the semester â and you have reminded me what we owe to each other. And I think we owe each other a drink, and a chance for this.Â
You feel his eyes watch you as you read, your eyes finally meeting his â his brow knit together, his lips pursed, concentrated gaze trying to decipher your reaction.Â
âWhy a 99?â And his eyebrows raise, as if to ask, âthatâs your question?âÂ
âYou had some spelling and grammar errors,âÂ
âReally? You couldnât let it slide?â And he tilts his head, before he sees your lips curling into a grin.Â
âSo you think itâs funny to mess with your professor?â And his voice drops, a playful tone that makes you nearly shiver, as he leans forward, resting his chin against his elbow.Â
âYouâre not my professor anymore, are you, Suguru?â he likes that by the way his teeth bite his bottom lip briefly, his eyes flitting to your lips for a moment and back to your eyes, âso I guess weâre using that trolley after all,âÂ
âIf you want to,â he says softly, âI wouldnât blame you if you change your mind, itâs a risk,âÂ
It was. It was a risk to your reputations, your careers, your futures â especially to yours. But, your eyes met his again.Â
âContractualism is about avoiding risk,â and he nods, as his gaze falls away, âbut some risk is necessary in life, and I think this is one thatâs worth taking,âÂ
âWe will have to be careful,â he murmurs, but already his fingers are twitching, far too eager to touch you, âwe canât make any mistakes. I donât want to hurt you,â he adds softly.Â
âI know, I donât want to hurt you either,â and you rise before slowly rounding his desk, âbut I want to know what itâs like,âÂ
And he canât stop himself â he gets to his feet, his fingers finding your cheeks and he kisses you. You can taste the black coffee on his lips, his kiss is gentle at first, so chaste and fleeting that youâd swear he didnât kiss you at all â and so itâs not a second before your lips find his again, in a deeper kiss that steals every ounce of breath from your lungs, and leaves only heat behind. This was dangerous. The very risk you were both trying to avoid, but as heâs pressing you into the edge of his desk, you canât find the logic you misplaced when those goddamn fingers youâve been dreaming about squeeze your hips.Â
âFuck,â heâs panting â god that word sounded more sinful on his lips than it should â as he presses sweet kisses to your neck, âwe shouldnât be doing this here,âÂ
âNot very ethical,â you chuckle breathlessly, as your fingers rake through his now disheveled bun, âbut I canât find the sense to care,â your noses brush, as you canât help but smile, âwhat would Scanlon or Kant say about this?âÂ
And his arms lift you onto his desk, several papers crumpling underneath, âWho the fuck cares?â heâs hissing, his lips find yours in a searing kiss, as his thighs press yours apart, as he settles himself between your legs, his knee grazing your core, drawing a delightful gasp from your lips, âI know what I want,â and his eyes soften, his fingers tracing the length of your cheek, âdo you?âÂ
Before you can answer, two pings catch your attention â your phone and his computer lighting up with a notification, and you both pause a moment, as your eyes glance at the banner notification on your phone, skimming over the words. The T.A. positions have been assigned.Â
âFuck,â you hear him mutter, and you gaze snaps up to his on his computer, the email now opened on his screen, âthis canât be rightââÂ
âWhat is itââ and the question dies on your lips as your eyes find where his rested âÂ
You â you were his T.A. for next semester â for the very class that you met in.Â
Fuck, indeed.Â
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⧠a/n: lets all remember that student and teacher relationships are bad in real life. it's ok to live vicariously through reader but unfortunately no professor will be as hot as professor geto or gojo T_T. s/o to @/laneymusings and @bucky-of-the-opera for beta reading this for me and being just absolutely wonderful!!
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Lumberjack! Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: When you decide to chop wood in your backyard, your hot neighbor, who happens to be a lumberjack, offers you some help.
Word count: 4.8K
Warnings: +18âïžsmut, hot neighbor bucky is a fucking warning, kinda size kink, rough sex, protected sex, dirty talk, pet names
Author's note: this is one of my favorite works, so I hope everyone who hasn't read it before will like it too (it's hard to not fall for lumberjack Bucky, tbhđ€·ââïž)
âHey, do you need help?â You stopped what you were doing. You breathed heavily, your arms ached, and you were already sweating. The man, your neighbor, whom you already saw a few times when you arrived home, was standing before you with his hands in his jeans pockets.Â
He was attractive. Really handsome. Probably 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and visibly a lot of muscles under the clothes. Yeah, that red henley left nothing for your imagination. His dark hair was put in a low bun, and he had a little stubble on his face. But you mostly noticed his bright blue eyes, which looked straight at you very attentively.
âSorry, what?â You said as you wiped sweat from your forehead with the sleeve of your shirt.Â
âI asked if you needed help. Sorry, but it seems like you have some troubles.â He smiled at you almost shyly, and you couldnât even make yourself mad at his words.Â
âUm, Itâs my first time doing it.â You awkwardly smiled back, finally putting a big ax to the ground. âBut I need wood for my fireplace, so I have to work with what I have.â
âI see⊠but donât you have a boyfriend or a husband? I mean, itâs not really easy to do for a woman, and you seem pretty... petite for this?â It almost sounded like a question. âI wanted to say that I can help you if you allow me, because that thing might be really dangerous if you donât know how to work with it, and I'm a lumberjack, so... itâs not a problem for me.â He awkwardly started to rub his neck. âIâm Bucky, by the way.â
âFor a woman?â You playfully arched an eyebrow. âSo you think that only men can do this?â You saw how his eyes widened, and you tried to hold your laughter.
âNo, no! Thatâs not what I meant!â He lifted both hands in the air. âItâs just gonna take you forever to do, and as I said before, Itâs not the safest work. And since this is my job, I couldâve helped you. As a neighbor, you know?âÂ
âRelax, Iâm just joking.â You softly smiled at him. âNice to finally meet you. Iâm Y/N.â You reached out your hand. Buckyâs face relaxed, but then his lips curled into a mischievous smile.
âI like you.â He said, as he shook your hand. His grip was tight, and you felt that he really did a lot of physical work with his hands.
âOh⊠thanks?âÂ
âSoo, do you need help?â He asked again.
âUm, honestly, I donât know. I canât just let you work for me for free. Can I pay you?â
âDoll, I have enough money, and I donât need yours. I donât think that you need tons of firewood, so it would be easy work for me.â
âOkay, but maybe I can give you food? Pastry? I really love to cook, and everyone said that Iâm good at it.â You nervously played with your sleeve while Bucky was staring directly at you.
âDeal. I would honestly die for homemade food, âcause last time I ate it was at my maâs and I really miss it. But you donât have to do this, okay?â
âAnd you donât have to help me.â You shot back.
Buckyâs smile grew wider, and he started shaking his head. âYou have some temper, doll... Friday is okay?âÂ
âYeah, totally, any time youâre free.âÂ
âDeal. I should probably go, and you better start training to cook food for me. I am really picky, and you insisted on paying me with it.â He said and started to walk back.
âOh, shut up.â You laughed. âI know what Iâm doing; donât underestimate me!âÂ
âFine. See ya, doll.â Bucky waved at you with the biggest smile on his face and finally walked away.
Well, itâs gonna be interesting.Â
For the next almost two months, Bucky had been âworkingâ for you, and you paid him with your food every single time because you couldnât leave that man starving after he just got home from work and then willingly helped you.Â
You two got closer. Bucky was a really good man; you found out it while you were sitting in your backyard looking at how his muscles were moving with every swing of the ax. He was right that it wasn't a big deal for himâthe job that you wouldâve been doing for several hours he did in twenty or thirty minutes.Â
The conversation with Bucky was easy, he was a pretty reserved person, but he still told you everything about his job and his friends and asked you things about your life. It was hard not to fall for him. Especially when he gave you this boyish smile every time it was time to say goodbye or when you brought him your homemade food.Â
Usually he comes to your house every Friday after work around 6 p.m., but today it was already 8 and he still didnât show up. There was no light in his windows either, so you became really worried that something serious had happened.Â
You were nervously sitting on the bar stool in your kitchen while your dinner was getting cold on the stove. You really had no appetite. What if he got injured from his dangerous work? Or maybe you were just overreacting and he went on a date with someone? You really had no reason to be worried that much because Bucky probably didnât even think of you as a close friend, and you were just a too dramatic person with attachment issues.Â
The light knock on the door scared you a little bit, but you still jumped out of your seat to open it.Â
Bucky was standing there, visually perfectly fine and without any injuries, and you sighed with relief.Â
âBucky, oh my god, hi. Are you okay? I was really worried about you, and I donât even have your phone number to text or call.â You mumbled as your eyes studied his face.Â
âHey, doll.â Bucky softly smiled at you, but it was obvious that he wasnât really in the mood. âIâm fine. Just a shitty day at work. My boss went fucking crazy over nothing, and it was just a mess.â He ran a hand through his long hair. âBut I have to do your firewood, so I'll go change and be back in a few minutes, âkay?â
He started to go back, but you caught him by his wrist. âNo, Buck, wait. You donât have to do it right now, really. I have enough wood, and youâre really exhausted. Come in; I have fresh lasagna and chocolate muffins.âÂ
âUmâare you sure? I mean, you donât have to.â He mumbled. You noticed that you were still holding his wrist, but decided to leave it that way.Â
âDonât worry, I have enough food, and you look like you really need it. Câmon, donât you want to eat something homemade and still hot after a bad day at work?â You gave him your best smile, and it was obvious in his eyes that he already agreed to your idea.Â
âOkay, we can do that. Honestly, I feel like Iâm able to eat a fucking elephant.âÂ
You both shared a laugh before you almost dragged him into your house and closed the door. Only at that moment did you realize that even though you gave Bucky a lot of food, he had never been at your place before. For some reason, you felt really excited to feed him and spend some time together.Â
âSit here while Iâm heating the food.â Bucky obediently took a seat, looking with a soft smile at how you were moving around in your little kitchen.
You looked so domestic and soft in the warm yellow lights of the room in the cute pink cotton dress with little flowers all over it. The concentration was written all over your face as you tried to perfectly set plates and cutlery on the table and then put steaming lasagna on it.
âFuck, it smells so good; youâre going to kill me, doll.â He wasnât able to handle the amazing smell of food right in front of him.Â
Your cheeks heated, and you waved your hand at him. âItâs just lasagna, Buck; donât be dramatic.â You took a place near him, and you both started to eat your food.Â
âIâm not being dramatic. I already told you that, besides my ma, you have the best food in the world. I couldâve eaten it three times a day for the rest of my life and not gotten tired of it.â He took another big bite, moaning as the taste filled his mouth.Â
âYouâre making me blush. No one ever told me this.â
âThatâs my intention, doll. What, none of your boyfriends complemented your skills? Because I wouldâve put the ring on that finger way too fast.â You looked at each other for a few seconds until you noticed that he had already finished his portion.Â
âDo you want more?â Ignoring his previous words, you stood up and took his plate to give him some extra food. The dress gently flew around your thighs, drawing Buckyâs attention to your legs when you turned around. âAnyway, what happened at work? You mentioned your boss.â
âUgh, Pierce is a fucking dipshit. Everyone there hates him, but he has too much money, so we canât do anything. Me and Steve have really been on bad terms with him since the first day. He tries to tell us how to do our work, but his head is so far up in his ass that he canât even listen to what we say.â You returned to your place and put a plate in front of Bucky again. The frown took place on his face while he was talking about Pierce, so you put a hand on top of his without even thinking.Â
âHe sounds like a total asshole. Iâm sorry that you guys have to work for him.â Buckyâs face softened at your action. He flipped his hand so he could interlace your fingers, and you felt the warm feeling all over your body.Â
You both definitely felt something, but you still stayed silent, enjoying the connection. It was obvious that you had feelings for each other. It was just hard to admit out loud, and, honestly, Bucky was so scared that you might think that he did all of this just to get into your pants. Which is not true. Well, he doesnât mind, but itâs not his only intention. He wants to treat you right and ask you out on a date.Â
Back then, he felt so bold and offered to help you with the firewood with the hope of getting to know you better. Steve and Sam obviously knew about his new âworkâ and teased him about it all day long. Unfortunately, he still didnât find the right moment to ask you out. Those times when he came to you on Friday evenings and you were watching him work in your cute dresses or little pajamas were Buckyâs favorites. You looked so soft, cozy, and domestic that he wished to see you like this every day.Â
After the last piece of a chocolate muffin disappeared in Buckyâs mouth and he let out a moan of satisfaction, he sat in your kitchen with closed eyes and a smile on his face.Â
âIf I had to have a shitty day just to get this type of meal at the end of the day, Iâm ready for it.â
âBucky!â You laughed at his dramatic words. âYou donât have to have a bad day. I can feed you just because.âÂ
âWell, you said it yourself. Now you wonât get rid of me.â You both laughed. Then he suddenly got up and started to put plates in the sink. âYou sit, and Iâll wash the dishes.â
âNo, Bucky, thatâs not how it works!â You got up and caught him by his bicep. Really hard and big bicep.Â
âYes, it is. Youâre cooking, then Iâm cleaning.â He tried to get away from your grip to turn on the water, but you only held him stronger, now with both of your hands on his arms.Â
âBucky.â When he was standing so close to you, you realized your size and height difference, and it made you shiver. You turned your head up to look him in the eyes. âYou are my guest; you shouldnât do this.â
âMy mother taught me to always help women because they are not our maids.â He stepped a little bit closer. âBut if youâre saying this only because you want me to leave, I can do that.â
You were both looking at each other, and what you saw in his eyes made you weak in the knees.Â
âNo, no, I donât want you to leave.â Your hands moved higher and fell on the sides of his neck. It was everything Bucky needed to finally kiss you.
Two large and rough hands took your face to bring your lips closer to Buckyâs height. He was gentle yet so passionate, and he slowly moved his lips against yours. It was mind-blowing how desperately you wanted him to devour you, to destroy you. While your hands were discovering his broad chest and shoulders, you felt that your body was suddenly lifted in the air and then placed on the kitchen counter.
Now that Bucky didnât have to lean over to your height, it was easier to kiss you properly. His tongue brushed over your lips to ask for entrance, which you happily gave. Bucky felt too addicted to your taste, your smell, and the feeling of your smaller body against him. It drove him crazy.
âI've wanted to do that since the day I looked at you.â The hands on your hips tightened and moved you closer to his body. âYou look so pretty, God.â Buckyâs eyes are running all over your face, trying to memorize every little thing.
âBucky...â You dragged him closer again, desperate to connect your lips. His large hands wandered all over your body, slightly pulling up your dress and then moving higher and cupping your breasts in them. âI thought you were tired.â His large erection was obvious through his jeans, and you wanted to tease him.Â
âIâm never tired for you, doll.â He mumbled against your lips. âI couldâve fucked you right on this table, but Iâll leave it for the next time. Whereâs your bedroom?â You didnât miss the promise to fuck you again, and your body felt ecstatic just because of this thought.
âUp the stairs, second door from the right.âÂ
Bucky didnât say a word before your world suddenly moved, and you ended up hanging from his shoulder. Your bare ass was probably right near his face, and you couldnât help but blush.Â
He stormed up the stairs with one hand on your thigh, as if your weight on his shoulder was nothing, and then walked into your main bedroom.Â
You were thrown onto your bed, and Bucky stayed in front of you for a few seconds to remember this picture. Swollen lips, eyes full of need, a short dress that pulled up and showed a glimpsing of your white underwear. Yes, you were perfect, and only for him.Â
âCome here, Buck.â You raised your hands in his direction, and he obediently climbed on top of you with a smirk on his face.
He sat between your legs, moving his hands up and down the soft skin of your thighs.
âSuch a pretty doll for me, in this cute lilâ dress, mm?â His body was hovering over you, and when he found a zipper on the back of your dress, you ended up lying under him only in your white lingerie set in less than a minute.Â
The pair of the most beautiful blue eyes devoured your naked body as soon as the piece of clothing was removed, and you had never seen a man look at you this way. Like you were the most beautiful, delicious, and priceless thing in the world. Buckyâs hands gently touched your body from the shoulders to your legs, and you swear that you heard a moan while he was doing it.
âSweetheart.â He mumbled and leaned to gently kiss the soft skin of your belly, moving with little kisses higher until he reached your lips. âYouâre killing me, you know that?âÂ
âShut up and kiss me, Barnes.â It was impossible to think straight when his pretty face was right in front of you and his muscular body pushed you deeper into the mattress of your bed. He kissed you as you asked, but it didnât last long before he pulled away with a grin on his face. You gently brushed his brown locks out of his face and tucked them behind his ears.
âSo bossy, dollface... Do I have to fuck this attitude out of you?â
âMmm, undress, and weâll see what you are capable of.â You shot back at him, and he just moved away with a smirk on his face.Â
In a few seconds, a red henley was thrown somewhere on the floor, and you were face to face with a body that was probably made by the Greek gods. Muscles on muscles, with tanned skin and freckles from the work under the sun. Now you wanted to climb him like a fucking tree.
âLike what you see?â His smirk became wider as he saw the look on your face: slightly parted lips and darkened eyes that were looking at him up and down. Bucky's hands went straight to the belt of his pants, and with the last movement, he was standing in your almost dark bedroom completely naked.Â
You almost choked on your saliva when he pulled down his pants and boxers at the same time. He was thick and long, with an angry red head.Â
âNo way this is gonna fit meâŠâ
âIt will, doll. Iâll take care of it. I bet this pretty little pussy will just suck me in.âÂ
It was over for you. You knew that. A handsome, respectful man with a perfect body and dirty mouth? Yes, he can do whatever he wants with you.
He returned to your bed, sitting in between your spread legs. He didnât waste any more time when he reached behind your back and unbuttoned your bra. Bucky stood on his knees so perfectly that his dick landed on your covered pussy, and it made you both moan out loud.Â
âLook at this, doll. âM gonna destroy her.â His hips slightly moved, and because your panties were soaking wet, it was so smooth and perfect. âCan you imagine that? I will stretch you out so well that Iâll ruin any other men for you. Make youâand herâ mine.â He reached with one of his hands to your tits and squeezed your nipple between his fingers, while the other one was keeping your legs apart so he would be able to move his hips.Â
You tried to close your legs by instinct. The tip of his cock again and again brushed right on your clit, and the slight pain from your nipple made you desperately moan and clench your bedsheets.
âAre you going to cum, pretty girl? Im not even inside of you, and youâre already a fucking mess.â Buckyâs rough voice was so sexy that it made you even wetter, if that was possible. He saw that you were close: by the way your breathing changed and how your eyes rolled back in your head. âC'mon, just let it go. Soak those panties even more.â His movements on your most sensitive parts of the body didnât stop, and it threw you over the edge.
You were squeezing around nothing, and the most inappropriate and dirty moan escaped your mouth. It was something that you'd never experienced before, and it was so intense that you needed some time to get over it.
âGood girl.â Bucky grabbed your face and connected your lips, giving you another wet and sloppy kiss.Â
Then, without hesitation, Buckyâs hands took off the last piece of your clothing, leaving you completely naked for his hungry eyes. He stared at your body up and down for a few seconds and then closed his eyes to take a deep breath and calm himself down.Â
âBucky, please, I need you so much.â You almost cried, trying to grab him and put his body on top of yours, but Bucky was much larger than you, so it was almost impossible.
Bucky finally calmed down a little bit, and he interlaced his right hand with your left, pinning it above your head. His body softly landed on you, and skin-to-skin contact sent shivers down your spine. He was now looking you right in the eyes, and judging by his facial expressions, he either wanted to fuck you lifeless or cuddle and hold you closely.
âTell me if itâs too much, okay?â Buckyâs soft side came out again, and you slightly nodded, giving him permission to continue. The little silver square appeared in his hand out of nowhere before he ripped the package with his teeth and put a condom on.Â
You honestly tried to hold back the little bit of disappointment you felt when he decided to use protection. It was smart. You werenât longtime partners, it was a question of your safety. But the tiny voice in your head told you that you wouldâve let him fuck you without it. To feel his perfect dâ
Your thoughts were cut off with a deep chuckle. âYou look like youâre sad that I put on a condom, doll.â You swear that his eyes darkened when you stayed silent. âIf you want it later, Iâll fuck you raw, âkay? But now neither of us can think straight.âÂ
âAre you a perfect man?â You laughed.
âI donât know, letâs find out.â Your smile faded as soon as you felt the head of his dick at your entrance.
You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, so when Bucky started teasing you again, rubbing you up and down to cover himself in your slick, you nearly lost it.Â
âBucky, please.â You whine, grabbing the side of his torso with your free hand. âDonât tease me, please, I canâtââÂ
Your words died as Bucky finally pushed inside of you. Your head fell deeper into your soft bed, and Buckyâs body tensed on top of you, trying to hold back a deep moan.Â
It was overwhelming. He stretched you out so deliciously that you felt pain and inexplicable pleasure. No one ever made you feel this wayâlike you were on cloud nine and the man on top of you didnât even actually fuck you yet.Â
âYouâre squeezing me so hard that I might cum like a teenagerâfuck!â He groaned, squeezing your hand harder. âRelax, baby, Iâll take care of you.â
You tried to relax as much as you could with a dick buried deep inside of you, and Bucky was finally able to move.
Well, if it felt good earlier, then the first movement of his hips probably sent you right to heaven. Bucky cupped your face with his left hand, locking your eyes together, when he started thrusting at a slow pace.Â
âSo pretty for me, doll. You feel my cock in your stomach, huh?â Buckyâs lips almost touched yours when he talked, but it felt like he was too far away from you. âGood girl, take me so well. Knew that this pussy would be my death.âÂ
âMore... harder, please, fuck me harder.â You spoke in between moans, gazing intently at Bucky's pretty face.
He started fucking you harder. Your bed was slamming your wall, but it didnât bother you as much as the fact that he was hitting your G-spot with every thrust. You were a fucking whining mess under him, with a slightly open mouth and a drunk-looking face.
âSuck it like a good girl you are.â His thumb slipped into your mouth, and you moaned, doing as he said. âYour pussy is already sucking the shit out of me. Are you going to cum, baby? Going to make a mess on my cock while I fuck you? Imagine if I fucked you raw and filled you up with my load. I bet youâd like that.â The finger went deeper into your mouth, making you gag. You nodded your head as much as you could at Buckyâs words because you were already ready to cum.
âGive it to me, baby.â Bucky growled, sucking on your neck. His hips slammed into yours, making the nastiest noise, but it turned you on even more. A finger slipped out of your mouth, and Buckyâs face was in front of you again. âFuuuck, Iâm gonna cum.â
âM-m, B-bucky! Don't stop, plâ ahhh!â The wave of the best orgasm of your fucking life washed over you. You swear the stars started dancing behind your closed eyes as you endlessly squeezed Buckyâs cock and his body.
The way you were moaning, how your eyes rolled back, and how your whole body trembled pushed Bucky over the edge. A few last movements in your soaking wet pussy and he came, feeling almost lifeless, as if you had sucked the whole energy out of him.
He let go of your hand, which this whole time he held above your head, and cupped your face with both of his hands, kissing away the tears you didnât even notice.
âY/N? Baby? Are you okay?â He whispered and moved your head a little bit so your eyes were directed at him. You looked like you were high or really drunk, but he couldnât argue with the fact that you were the prettiest woman on earth.
âIâ itâs like I don't feel my body anymore.â You lazily mumbled and closed your eyes. âNo one ever fucked me like this.âÂ
âGlad to hear that, doll.â Bucky leaned closer and kissed your soft lips with more delicacy and tenderness. âDo you need anything? Food, water, bath?â
âNo⊠Can you just hug me and stay here for the night?â You asked, now afraid that he would leave since he got what he wanted.
âSure, just let me get rid of this thing, and Iâll still get you some water.â He kissed you on the forehead before carefully untangling his body from yours. You hissed at the new empty and a little bit aching feeling inside of you. âIâm sorry, baby.âÂ
Bucky threw a condom in the basket under your table and, putting on only his boxers, came down to the kitchen to get you a bottle of water. But when he came back, he saw that you had already fallen asleep.
You looked so cuteâstill naked, with a peaceful expression on your face, laying in the middle of your messy bed. He thought about whether he should disturb your sleep or not, but you asked him to stay, right? Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, but then came closer to you, placed the bottle on the nightstand, and carefully scooped you into his hands, pushing away the covers. He put you back down, and then you opened your eyes.Â
âCâmereâŠâ You mumbled, still sleepy, and grabbed his hand.
Bucky quietly chuckled and got under the cover, hugging you from the back. You happily sighed before drifting back to sleep. Bucky kissed you in the hair, hugged you harder, and fell to sleep with you in his arms.
You woke up a little bit disoriented, trying to figure out what happened last night.Â
The bed beside you was empty, but the aching feeling between your legs proved that it wasnât a dream. You, in fact, fucked your hot lumberjack neighbor. But where did he go?
You found some random oversized t-shirt and walked down the stairs. Everything was silent; your kitchen was empty but crystal clean. Did Bucky just leave?Â
Wait a minute.Â
Yesterday there was a mess from your cooking and dinner with Bucky.
Now the room was almost shining.Â
You looked around in confusion until you noticed a piece of paper on the table.Â
All of your bad thoughts disappeared as soon as you read it, and you felt butterflies go crazy in your stomach.
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Sharing a bed with kny men
Pairings: Yoriichi x fem!reader; Sanemi x fem!reader
Word Count: 5,7k (lmao)
Warnings: injury in Yoriichi's part, smut in Sanemi's part so read if you're 18+, this is a long ass fic y'all, not proofread
This is actually my first time posting Sanemi smut and I'm super scared. Let me know what you think đ„čđ€
Also, do you want me to do other characters too?đ«¶
Yoriichi
I heard you @laurencrsnt đ«¶
All your life, you never even thought about the possibility that maybe, youâll encounter a demon someday. Why you, out of all people? Why especially you?
Even now with its cold eyes glaring down at you and your shoulder ripped open by its claws, you fail to find an answer for that. Is it your fate to die right here, when you only went out at night in order to buy medicine for your little sister who has fever? Is dying the cruelest death really your destiny when you wish for nothing more than growing old and watching your own children live their lives?
Itâs unfair.
You shouldnât lay here, crumpled onto the still wet street. You shouldnât feel the sensation of your eyes watering, your hands trembling, your heart racing.
This shouldnât be your last day walking on this earth. You didnât even have the chance to find the man of your dreams yetâŠ
Itâs ridiculous and you know it, that spark of determination that rushes through your bones. All of the sudden you spring back onto your feet and start running. Out of the city, away from the lit streets straight into the dark woods.
Even if you have to die here, you wonât give up this easily. You wonât allow this demon to end your life without putting up a fight.
âWhy do you girls always think you can run away, huh? Itâs too easy to sweep you off your feetâ, the demon behind you comments dryly.
With a swift motion of his hand, it digs open your tender flesh all over again, sends your violent scream echoing through the lonely forest. You fall to the ground like a bag of rice, your torn leg now refusing its service completely.
âLet me go!â, you shriek in horror.
No, you donât want to die here, you just want to go back to bed and forget about this.
But the forest ground isnât your bed and the demon in front of you whoâs ready to slice through your throat isnât only a nightmare.
Your heart sinks to the floor, body suddenly feeling numb and lifeless. You will die here.
âIâll keep you in good memory. Well, at least for tonightâ, the demon jeers at you.
You close your eyes, desperately try to imagine your little sister. Sheâll find herself a loving husband and her very own family without any doubt. Even without you around, her life will turn out alright. Even without you around, life goes on. You donât have to feel sad or guilty, you just have to let goâŠ
âGet away from that woman.â
A low male voice, so charismatic that you think you might dream. He sure must be handsome. Men with voices like that always have a matching face.
A slicing blade, a dull thud. But no claws that dig into your flesh one last time, no bow of relief that youâve been awaiting for quite some time by now. Your eyelids start shivering. When is this finally over?
âAre you alright? Please allow me to help you up.â
The second something touches your skin, your eyes snap open in an instant. But they arenât greeted by those venomous red orbs from earlier. No, these ones are soft but strong and have that calming fuchsia color. This isnât a demon.
This is a man.
âDonât be afraid. The demon is goneâ, he continues speaking with his low voice.
You have no control over your own body and shivering limbs. Itâs impossible for you to say a single word. Are you really out of danger? Is it really over?
When he pulls you off the ground, a violent scream escapes your lips. No, you donât want to die, you donât want your life to end tonight. Not like this, not without saying goodbye.
âPlease calm down, everything is alright nowâ, the stranger tries to reassure you, but his words donât even reach your ringing ears.
You gasp for air like a fish on land, forehead now covered in ice cold sweat. This canât be your end.
If Yoriichi doesnât act now, you might faint due to your stress. But what is he supposed to do? You donât seem to listen to his words and touching you might only make it worse. Maybe you need, assurance?
âI wonât hurt you, see? My hands have no intention of doing you any harm.â
Gently, he glides his fingertips up and down your uninjured harm. Despite the look of horror on your face and your gaping wounds, you do have a lovely face and truly remarkable eyes.
âI came here to help youâ, he continues until his fingertips finally brush over your tear-soaked face.
What is this feeling of warmth deep inside his chest? You arenât the first woman he saved from the claws of a demon.
âI would like to accompany you on your way back home-â
âNoâ, you suddenly blurt out.
Even though lying in bed on your own was all you were able to think about just a few moments ago, the thought feels like a threat now. What if another demon follows you back home? What if your little sister gets attacked because of your foolishness? No, you simply canât go back now. But on the other handâŠJust the thought of sleeping alone here in the woods runs shivers down your spine.
âIâŠIâll find a place to stay. OtherwiseâŠthey might harm my sisterâŠâ, you mutter.
âAllow me to escort you to my estate, then.â
You yank your head to the side in sheer disbelief, eyes searching for a spark of humor in his calming orbs. Is he really serious about that? After all, youâre a stranger. He doesnât even know your name. Now that you think of itâŠwho is this?
âHow can I know for sure that you arenât a demon yourself?â
âTake my handâ, he instructs you gently.
Is this really a good idea? You take a deep breath in, try to calm down your pounding heart. What do you have to lose?
When your shaky fingers wrap themselves around his much larger hand, you get ingulfed by warmth. His palms feel rough but also comforting against your bruised skin.
âDemons are cold since they are deadâ, he explains briefly.
âBut I am not. I am a demon slayer. It is my only destiny to safe innocent souls from their death.â
Oh. Your gaze drifts towards a katana that hangs dangles from his belt. No, demon donât find with those weapons. So, are those words really true?
âYouâŠYou want to help me?â
âIâd love to help you if you allow me to.â
What has gotten into him? Did he really offer you to hold his hand, let alone to sleep at his house so you donât have to fear the night on your own? Never in his life, Yoriichi allowed himself to develop feelings apart from empathy for those around him.
But those eyes. Those eyes of yours really captivate him, devour him fully. How is he supposed to leave you out here, soaked in your own blood with bruises all over your body?
âYouâŠreally would?â
Is this really okay? When you were a child, your mother told you over and over that you arenât allowed to talk to strangers, let alone man.
ButâŠdoes that also include the handsome, charismatic and armored ones?
âI keep my word. Also, your wounds need care as well. Please, allow me to help you.â
What do you have to lose.
âIf thatâs the case, Iâd love to take your offerâ, you reply shyly.
âIâm glad to hear that. I will show you the way-â
A loud groan escapes your lips before youâre able to stop it. His charismatic eyes almost made you forget about the gaping wound the monster from before inflicted on you.
Almost.
âYou shouldnât move your leg with a wound like that. I will carry you to my estate.â
âYou willâŠcarry me?â, you mutter with widened eyes.
But just when you try to take a step forward, his words become painfully clear. No, there really is no way youâll be able to walk anywhere with that leg. But allowing him to carry you?
âI might be a little heavy.â
âLet me assure you, you arenât heavy at all.â
âFineâŠâ, you grumble.
âBut only a few meters.â
Gently, he stranger wraps his arms around your shoulder and knees before he starts walking.
He smells good. Like a field of flowers on a sunny day. And the way his heart beats against your cheek reminds you that youâre still alive, that you survived somehow.
This man saved you.
âI didnât even thank you.â
âThereâs no need to thank me. This is the least I can do for you after I almost came too late.â
He stares blankly at the blood that still drips from your leg. Just a few seconds later and that demon would have killed you with him simply watching. Why? Why is he not able to save them all, why is he still not good enough to stop this madness?
âDonât tense up, donât think anything less of yourself because I was injured. I was a fool for leaving the house this late at night on my own.â
Despite the fact that cold sweat still runs down your forehead and even though your fingertips still shake in shock, you cup his cheek and force his troubled eyes to look at you.
âI am beyond thankful for my rescue. The worst thing about dying today would have been leaving my little sister behind. But you saved me. And not only that, you even offered me a safe place to stay for the night. I really donât know ifâŠIf Iâd be able to sleep on my own tonightâŠâ
The stranger doesnât say a word, his eyes roaming around your face without a real aim.
âOh, I didnât even ask. Whatâs your name?â
âMy name is not important-â
âIâm (y/n)â, you introduce yourself friendly.
âMyâŠmy name is Yoriichiâ, the man carrying you mumbles.
Yoriichi. An unusual name that youâve never heard before.
âThat name suits you well.â
âWeâll arrive soon. I hope you donât expect a big mansion since I am living in a rather small cottage-â
âIâm living in a tiny barrack in the city. A house in the woods sounds like a dreamâ, you mutter.
The second you open your eyes again, you find yourself in a wooden cabin with a plain futon lying on the floor and an improvised kitchen in the back of the house. Nothing special, very fitting for the man who gently lowers you onto the futon.
âI will take care of your wounds nowâ, he announces before taking off his haori and katana.
Without his threatful weapon dangling from his belt, he looks like a normal man.
If it wasnât for those captivating eyes. He has to be the most breathtaking man youâve ever seen.
âFortunately, the cut on your leg isnât deep. Iâll disinfect the wound and bandage itâ, he explains briefly before his skilled hands spring into action.
âYou really are good at everythingâ, you comment.
Heâs so gentle that even the alcohol that disinfects your wound doesnât seem to burn. Why have you never stumbled across him? You were so sure that you know each and every man around that it almost drove you insane. But him? Heâs different from all the others. Heâs truly special.
âYou will have to take your kimono off. I need access to the wound on your shoulder.â
Oh.
âY-yeah, sureâŠâ
Hesitantly, you pull the blood-soaked fabric down your shoulder so that only your chest is still covered. Yoriichiâs eyes seem to gleam in the moonlight like liquid metal.
âYou look lovelyâ, he flusters into the night.
He doesnât know what has gotten into him. Is it the alcohol rising up his nose, the smell of blood that radiates from your bruised body that makes him say those strange things?
No. It has to be because of those eyes of yours. Those eyes that captivated him from the moment he first saw them.
"Thank you," you stammer, your cheeks flushing as you nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"You too," you add quickly, immediately regretting your awkward response.
Both you and Yoriichi swallow hard, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changing.
âI am finished. You should rest for tonight. After all, this was a draining fight for youâ, he mutters while getting up.
You let out the breath you didnât know you were holding, heart still hammering so roughly against your ribcage that youâre almost sure heâs able to hear it. What was this tension?
âButâŠthis is your futon-â
âYou are my guest. Of course, I will sleep on the floor on the other side of the room.â
Oh. A wave of disappointment rushes over you before youâre able to stop it. What were you expecting, secretly hoping? That this man will share a bed with you?
Honestly, yes.
âYouâŠyou really donât have toâŠâ
Oh, how much Yoriichi wished he wouldnât have to.
âI insist on taking the floor.â
âI actually want you to sleep by my side. Please.â
The begging tone in your voice stops him mid-track.
âThis night wasâŠhorrible. A little company would definitely help, if you donât mind.â
âI donât mind at allâ, he replies a little too hasty.
âI just donât want to invade your personal space. After all, Iâm a stranger.â
âA really kind strangerâ, you add shyly.
Are you acting out of line? You shouldnât push him to sleep next to you when his offer to let you sleep here is already generous enough, right?
âForget my question, I was acting out of line-â
âNo, not at all. I would love sleeping besides you.â
He crosses the room in an instant and kneels down next to you.
âBut let me know whenever I become too much.â
What a ridiculous thought. Why would he ever become too much? Him, your savior, that remarkable man.
You scoot over until your back is pressed against the cool wall, eyes still fixated on his gleaming eyes. Will you really be able to sleep tonight when this is the first time ever a man lies beside you?
And what a handsome one on top.
âYou should try to sleep now. Nothing will happen to you as long as I am hereâ, he reassures you.
That is the least he can do after failing to protect you in the first place.
âAgain, thank you for all of this. I definitely own you a favorâ, you mumble.
Suddenly your lids start to get heavy, your mind slows down bit by bit. Maybe this rough night really took its toll on you. Is It the safety he radiates, his calming smell? In the matter of seconds, only your low and even breath is heard.
Finally, Yoriichi is able to allow himself a closer look at you. You look so peaceful and innocent with a face so remarkably beautiful that he canât stop staring. You have to be the prettiest woman heâs ever seen. A man like him really doesnât deserve lying next to a woman like you. Maybe he should give you space, leave you now that you fell asleep-
With a quiet groan, you draw closer to him in your sleep until your head rests on top of his chest and with your arms wrapped around his upper body.
He doesnât dare to move an inch, eyes widen in utter surprise. Is thisâŠcuddling? His mind races back and forth, eyes resting on your calm features. What is he supposed to do now?
Hesitantly, he allows his hand to rest on your back. What an unknown sensation, all those feelings that rise up his chest right where your hand rests.
For the first time since forever, he is the one who feels safe. Â Â
He is the one who feels loved.
He is the one who feels warm.
And you? You cuddle yourself against him until the sun rises all over again.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
This one's for you @muichirolover14 đ€
âThis is bullshitâ, the man walking next to you mumbles under his breath.
âKeep focused. It was Kagaya-samaâs personal wish that the two of us go on this mission togetherâ, you mumble with a fake smile decorating your bright red lips.
And thatâs the only reason why you agreed in the first place. Why else would you pretend to be Sanemi Shinazugawaâs personal concubine if it wasnât for Kagaya-sama and this undercover mission?
The plan is pretty simple. Countless people, including other demon slayers, lost their lives in this little innocent village that becomes a red-light district at night. Nobody knows why or who is responsible for this.
One of the upper moons, maybe.
It just made sense to dress you up as a concubine. After all, you are the light hashira, a mighty swordswoman and probably the most talented out of Mitsuri and Shinobu when it comes to acting.
And then thereâs him. You glance at Sanemiâs annoyed face from the side. Why on earth did Kagaya-sama choose him? What about Rengoku, Giyu, Obanai, Tengen, Gyomei? Arenât they a way better fit?
You sign to yourself.
Truth is, they arenât. While Rengoku, Obanai, Tengen and Gyomei would stand out immediately, Giyu would never be able to sell you as his concubine. No, no one except the wind hashira is able to make this look natural.
No one but him looks this good in a dark green kimono.
What?
âStop staring at me like that, bratâ, he hisses through gritted teeth.
âI was just hoping you might disappear if I stare long enough, idiotâ, you bite back in frustration.
Why does he always have to be so mean, though? You really tried to get along with him countless times, put on the most precious smile whenever you talked to him and made sure to always bring him ohagi whenever you had the chance to. But Sanemi Shinazugawa never stopped hating you. And eventually, a part of you started to dislike him as well. That one part thoughâŠ
You allow your eyes a minor glimpse at his barely exposed chest. That tiny part deep within your head is somehow still drawn to him. And you hate it.
âArenât concubines supposed to shut up?â
âWatch your mouth or Iâll leave immediately.â
âBoth of us know you wouldnât do that.â
You let out your shaky breath, your hand crushing his while you wear the same friendly smile as before.
âDonât mess with me, Shinazugawaâ, you speak out with low voice.
His face tenses up ever so slightly, hand fighting for freedom out of your merciless grasp.
âYouâll regret talking to me like that when weâre alone, brat.â
-at the estate-
âIâd like to show you to my newest possession. Please introduce yourselfâ, Sanemi speaks out.
Like Amane-sama showed you, you bow in front of the man that looks you up and down with his filthy eyes.
âMy name is Kiyomiâ, you introduce yourself oh so sweetly.
âThat name really suits you. What a beauty you are. Iâm sure Iâd find a lot of paying customers for you hereâ, the disgusting man purrs and stretches out his hand in order to touch your face.
âDonât touch the goodsâ, Sanemi barks at him immediately before slapping his dirty hand away.
Who does this guy think he is, trying to touch you so casually? No. That jerk isnât allowed to caress your face. The plain thought of men like him getting to put their hands on youâŠ
Sanemiâs guts turn.
âArenât you here to sell her and yourself for the night? If thatâs the case, she wonât be your good anymore for the next few hours but mine.â
He smiles at you through rotten teeth, his breath almost forcing you to choke. You are only here to detect the demon who is responsible for the countless deaths in this area. You donât have to touch any of these men. None of them will touch you.
What about Sanemi, though? An uneasy feeling rises up your chest when your eye catches a group of women who stare him up and down with lust in their eyes. Will he allow himself a taste before continuing with this mission? Will he find a woman he is attracted to? All of them look flawless, too good to even consider the service of a paid men. But if that man looks like SanemiâŠ
âYou will find your room to the right. This is where the female customers choose their good. After paying, you belong to themâ, the man explains briefly while showing both of you around.
âWhy would these women pay for the services of a man? This is a noble region that is well-inhabited by countless menâ, you blurt out.
âItâs not about them being men. Itâs about looks. Only the fine-looking men even get the chance to work here for the nightâ, he explains briefly.
Fine-looking man, huh? Well, there is no doubt in the fact that Sanemi suits that description way too good. With his firm muscles highlighted by scars from countless battles, he looks like a walking god. Let alone his perfect face, his eyes that now look soft and seducing without being irritated constantly. His white hair that frames his features perfectly.
âAs for the women, we look for a broad variety of bodies, looks and personalities. You are very easy on the eye and mysterious. Iâm sure countless customers will fall for that.â
âAnd whatâŠwhat services do they expect?â
The man in front of you bursts out in hysteric laughter, you can feel Sanemiâs eyes piercing through your skull.
âWhat they expect? Intercourse and everything that revolves around it, of course! Do you think they pay you for some cuddles and nice words?â
You swallow hard. There is no need to do that, right? Youâll somehow shrug them off and investigate this place at night. Maybe youâll find the demon right away and-
âNow, you are a fine-looking man. Who is this?â, a woman suddenly purrs out of the shadows.
âA new worker for the nightâ, the disgusting man explains with a dirty smile.
âWell, if thatâs the case, Iâll definitely make a reservation.â
âIt would be an honor, my ladyâ, suddenly replies in the same cheeky tone
Your guts turn in an instant, eyes narrowing slightly as you watch how a smile forms itself on Sanemiâs usual resting lips.
âWhat a gentleman he is. I cannot wait to meet you.â
âThe honor is on my side, my lady.â
And then he steps in front of her. Elegantly, he grabs the hand she already holds out and kisses her knuckles. Your heartrate quickens, the warm flush that starts creeping up your face barely covered by your makeup.
Fucking asshole. So heâs acting like a jerk towards you all this time while treating other women like this? You hate the knot that forms itself in your throat, the disgusting feeling of disappointment that rushes over you.
Does he really hate you this much?
âWell, I think I should introduce myself to the customers as well. Have a pleasant night, Sirâ, your monotone voice speaks out on its own.
With one last bow towards him, you follow the man into the womenâs corridor without even gifting him a single look. Sanemi canât help but furrow his eyebrows at your sudden reaction. Did you really want to get rid of him so badly? Maybe youâll actually meet up with some of those guys andâŠ
âAre you interested-â
âI will meet up with you later this evening, my lady. Please excuse me.â
Without another look or word, he storms into his assigned room and closes the door behind him.
Sanemiâs mind starts going insane. What if you actually like one of those guys? Or what if one of them hurts you, tries to force you into something you donât want? He heard the worst stuff about places like this.
Fuck, he shouldnât have let you go in the first place. Why you? This mission is way too dangerous for someone like you, for someone this gorgeous-
âIâm losing my fucking mindâ, he mutters through gritted teeth.
âI canât do thisâ, you breathe out in sheer panic while lying in bed.
No, just the thought of Sanemi having the fun of his life with that girl from earlier feels like ripping your beating heart out of your chest. Will he really share a bed with them?
If itâs for the mission, he definitely would. Nothing is greater than his urge to kill demons, especially when it comes to an upper ranked one. That little sacrifice wouldnât stop him.
And it breaks your dumb heart.
A hard knock on the door rips you out of your running thoughts. Is this your first customer? All color drains from your face, eyes widen in horror with every bow against the wooden door.
âJust a momentâ, your shaky voice shouts.
YouâŠDo you have to look presentable? You have to think about the things you can tell him. Maybe you donât even have to sleep with him, maybe this will distract you from the things Sanemi is probably doing right now.
You open the door.
And stare straight into the furious eyes of Sanemi Shinazugawa.
Before youâre even able to react, he pushes himself into your room and closes the door behind him before yanking you against the wall.
âWhat did you do?â, he hisses through gritted teeth.
Your heart starts hammering roughly against your ribcage. Him? Here?
âWhat the hell are you doing he-â
âAnswer my question right now!â, he barks into your face.
âI didnât do anything!â, you shriek.
âWhat the hell has gotten into you!?â
âHas somebody touched you?â
His rough hands start running up and down your neck, yank the sleeves of your kimono upwards in a haste.
âWhat?â, you breathe out.
What the hell is going on? Just when you managed to pull your arm away from him, he grabs your wrist again with his face only inches away from yours.
âDid somebody touch you?â, he screams into your face.
âNo!â, you cry back.
âBut why would you even care? It looked like you had plenty of fun!â
He shakes his head while looking at you in utter surprise and confusion.
âWhat non-sense are you talking now-â
âDid you sleep with that woman from earlier when I was gone?â
God, you hate the way your voice cracks in the middle of the sentence, you hate the way your eyes fill with hot tears. He came here to confront you with all those accusations while he was out there having the time of his life, while all you were able to think about is him?
âNo, I didnât sleep with anyone!â
âStop lying to me!â
âYouâre the only one I want!â, he suddenly blurts out breathlessly.
âWhat?â, you utter in hushed panic.
This has to be a cruel joke, an unforgiving way to stop you from doing anything. Sanemi Shinazugawa, wanting you?
âSince I first saw you with your fucking perfect face and so melodic voice, I canât think about anything else! You, sleeping with some random guy while Iâm just a few doors away. I canât take it!â
He grabs your head with both hands, eyes staring at you so intensely that you feel like collapsing any minute. If thatâs really true, if thatâs really how he feelsâŠ
âButâŠI want you tooâ, you squirm.
âI always wanted you, Sanemi.â
His lips crash against yours with so much power that you almost fall over. Suddenly his hands are all over your body, tongue unforgiving as he discovers your mouth with a passion youâve never felt before. You allow your very own hands to finally discover the deep valleys of his muscular back, to let your hasty fingertips wander over his tight chest.
It becomes unbearable. Everything starts to become unbearable. That minor gap between your bodies, the clothes that still deny you full access to his naked skin, the feeling of not having enough.
âI need moreâ, you whimper against his lips, not even knowing what exactly youâre asking about.
Sanemi lifts you up with ease, not even breaking the kiss when he pushes you onto the bed with his massive body lingering on top of you.
You feel like suffocating in the most exquisite way.
âIâll give you whatever you wantâ, he breathes against your lips that now find your neck.
A whimper escapes your mouth before you can stop his, body rearing up underneath him.
âS-Sanemi!â
âFuckâ, he hisses before his dark eyes meet you again in distress.
âTell me you want this.â
âIâŠwhat?â
You canât produce a single logical sound, head still spinning from the unknown sensation that starts building up inside your stomach. Is this what desire feels like?
âTell me you want this too. Tell me you want me.â
âI wanted you all this timeâ, you reply without thinking twice.
With a swift motion, you find yourself engulfed by his arms with his lips caressing yours all over again. Like in trance, you begin opening his kimono, expose his bare skin to your merciless eyes.
âYou look so shamelessly goodâ, you whimper.
Oh, how often you pondered about how his chest feels like, if his scars are soft or as rough as his walls.
âCan IâŠ?â
His hands grab the ends of your kimono, eyes staring down at you flustered. Is that blush creeping up his cheeks?
âItâs justâŠYou knowâŠIâve never done this beforeâŠâ, you stammer.
âDo I look like I did, idiot?â, he mutters while gently taking off your kimono until you lay underneath him.
Completely naked.
âI mean, yesâŠâ
âNo, I didnâtâ, he barks.
âI guess I waited for someone specialâŠâ
âI did as wellâ, you reply in an instant.
Is this real or are you dreaming? Sanemi Shinazugawa laying on top of you fully nude. Sanemi Shinazugawa stating that he likes you. Sanemi Shinazugawaâs hand that start moving downwardsâŠ
Until he reaches between your legs and simply takes your breath away.
âAre you okay?â, he mutters, eyes filled with worry.
You nod absently, eyes rolling back into your skull. God, this feels like heaven. When a groan escapes his lips, you completely lose yourself. Out of instinct, you grab his neck and yank him even closer towards you, your hot breath clashing against his face.
âSanemi!â
His name sounds like a prayer coming from your mouth, forces his fingers to move even faster. Is this good? Is he doing everything alright? Your whimpers grow louder and louder, nails digging into his now oversensitive skin with so much pressure that it threatens to burst. You look so gorgeous with your eyes pressed shut, your delicate mouth forming an âoâ.
And then you burst right underneath him, scream his name over and over again with your legs shaking. He canât wait no longer, canât contain himself another second.
âI need youâ, he mutters.
âPlease, let me have you.â
âYesâ, you breathe out, mind still spinning when the firework that just exploded in your lower body slowly starts wearing off.
Until you feel him all over again. But this time, not his fingers. Your glossy eyes widen in utter surprise when he carefully stretches you out and disappears inside of you, hands holding onto him for dear life.
âAre you okay?â, he whimpers.
âPleaseâŠgive meâŠmoreâŠâ
He almost loses his mind, the new sensation almost eating him up alive. Countless nights, he dreamed about what it might be like to have you, what it would feel like. But the reality is so much better than any dream.
Sanemi picks up his pace and grabs your waist passionately in order to keep you in place. Over and over, again and again your sticky skin collides with his until he threatens to burst.
âYouâre mineâ, he presses out through gritted teeth while pounding into you.
âIâm all yours, Sanemi!â, you cry out, nails now leaving marks on his skin.
âI needâŠah! I need you! Please!â
He knows exactly what youâre asking for. One last time, he picks up the pace while holding onto you for dear life.
Until finally, you scream his name. Finally, heâs able to let it all go.
â(y/n)!â
He collapses on top of you, his weight leaving you dizzy and unable to move. None of you dares to make a move, the only thing thatâs filling the room being your shaky and sharp breaths.
âI love you, (y/n)â, Sanemi finally mutters, his hand caressing your cheek oh so gently.
âI love you too-â
âMission report, mission report! Kagaya-sama requires a mission re- AH!â
âGet out of here right now!â, Sanemi barks at the crow that casually entered the room.
âWHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?â
âGet out!â, Sanemi screams on top of his lungs before yanking up and hunting the crow butt-naked through the room
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strip for me.
part four
pairings: hyungline x reader
synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you canât get away from.
wc: 8.4k
warnings: heavy smut, minors dni, fivesome, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean. this is not proof read.
note: this is not the end for strip for me so calm down. we have more to come. the next part will be heeseungâs solo part. anyway, i know it took time so please enjoy it. reblogs and replies are highly encouraged. this is not proof read so excuse the errors for now. let me know your thoughts by sending me asks. thank you so much.
part one; two; three
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âweâre going to have so much fun...â jake stated meaningfully before winking at you.
your steps halt from approaching the chair they reserved for you. their eyes are fully focused that despite the teacherâs continuous rambling about the project, they donât give her any attention.
âyou can sit here, doll.â and sunghoon drags the chair near him then taps it once before flashing you a soft smile, his fangs showing.
âwhat happened to the uniform i lend you?â he sounds a little upset while looking at your fresh polo. heeseung got you a new one that fits you perfectly.
you blushed, âi p-put it on my locker. i will wash it first then give it back to you. thank you for let me borrow it.â
he smirks, ânah, you can keep it.â
jake and jay stared at him with confusion. they can clearly remember how bad his mood was these past few days, now heâs acting like as if heâs the happiest man that walked on earth. itâs just so odd.
you obliged and sat beside sunghoon while he stare at you, eyes almost forming heart. heeseung scoffs and took off his coat then placed it on your lap since youâre wearing a skirt. a bit too short from his liking, to be specific.
with blushing cheeks, you thanked him silently.
âdid i miss anything?â jake asks, confused.
jay furrowed his brows and stared at his two other friends. heeseung met his eyes and cleared his throat before sitting straight. sunghoon seemed unbothered, eyes still fixed at you with a grin on his handsome face.
âw-why?â you asked him, feeling slightly uneasy because of how heâs not taking his eyes off from you.
ânothing, you look pretty.â he mumbled so naturally before dragging your chair even closer. he did it with so much ease, heâs so strong.
you glanced away, trying hard to ignore his heated gaze. jakeâs watching all of these with his two eyes without blinking. a hint of confusion and a mix of jealousy flickers inside him.
âthe fuck is going on?â he stated with so much sarcasm.
if jay can shut his mouth and ignore it, well definitely not jake. he has a lot of questions inside his mind. why are his friends acting like this? and most of all, why the fuck arenât you like that to him?
âletâs just discuss the project.â heeseung blurted out, blocking any chances to be asked by jake.
he was about to complain more, wanting to dig about this situation deeper, but stopped himself. with clenched jaw, he rests his back on his chair then glanced at your lowered head.
he scoffed, âsweetheart, iâm a little jealous. you need to make it up to me.â he stated that made your cheeks blush, ears turning red.
sunghoon rolls his eyes and impatiently taps the table, âletâs start!â
and with that, heeseung then discusses the possible topics you can research for this project. your mouth slightly gaps at how he was able to keep up with what the teacher was saying when you clearly saw him focusing on you moments ago.
it went on, its just jay who listens and you, slightly. jake and sunghoon didnât even tries to act that they are serious to this project, one plays through his phone, the other had his head slumped over the desk. sunghoonâs hand lays on yours casually, its been like that ever since he lowered his head to sleep.
jake whined when he loses the round and glances at your direction. he smirks and winks at you which made you blush. he giggles and eyes unconsciously landed on sunghoonâs hand.
his smirk faltered and childishly removes it. jay notices and scoffed before writing down on his notes. jake then grabs your hand to intertwin your fingers together, a satisfied smile plastering his handsome face.
heeseung rolls his eyes at it then continued talking about the project that the other two boys obviously doesnât care about.
âweâll be doing our project on our house later.â heeseung said as a last statement to wrap your small meeting.
your head perks and back straightened at what he just said. his eyes caught you right away, attentive of you.
âcan we just d-do it here at school?â you suggested since doing it on their house doesnât sit right for you.
one of his eyebrow arches upwards, âdo you have any problem doing it in mine?â he asks using a serious tone.
your lips slightly trembles and glances at jake on your side when he gradually took your hand on his lips to place a gentle kiss.
âu-uhm, i canât go h-home late. my mom will be so worried.â you tried to reason out.
it was partly true as she was used of you coming home early. heeseungâs house is pretty far from your school and so it will take time to go home. besides, you have no problem asking your mom to pick you up by the school gate, but it will definitely raise curiosity if you suddenly ask her to pick you up at a random house.
his head tilts, âleave that one to me.â he stated and then stood up to leave the circle.
âb-butââ you are held down by jake, yanking your arms to prevent you from standing up and follow heeseung.
jay stood up then taps sunghoon on the shoulder to wake him up.
âno buts, sweetheart.â and jake leans to give you a swift kiss on the cheek then leave as well.
your eyes widen and roamed around to check if somebody saw. theyâre pretty busy discussing about the project, seems like your group was the first one to finish.
a large hand resting at the small of your back is what snaps you back to your senses. he gently caress it up and down then you look over your shoulder to face sunghoon.
his eyes squints a bit, obvious that he just got awoken from a nap. âsomething wrong?â he asks.
you shake your head lightly and he just stares for a while before nodding his head. he stood up and guided you to go back to your chair as well.
the period ended and after the whole class thanked the teacher and bid her good-bye, she walks out of the room. after feeling the need to use the bathroom, you headed out as well.
jakeâs eyes follows you and when youâre out of his sight already, he swat sunghoonâs shoulder.
âthe fuck is your problem?â he hissed at him, his brows drawned closer to each other and he sets his phone down like heâs ready to punch jake right away.
âmy problem? what is your problem?â jake hisses back. âwhy are you suddenly acting like a fucking loser in front of y/n?â
jay smirks and just listens. heeseung watches too, a ghost of a smile playing over his lips.
sunghoonâs forehead slowly loses it crease then he acts innocent before glancing back at his phone. jake almost threw his notebook at him. he canât believe it was that fast to calm him down. by the mere mention of your name.
âwhat do you mean? no iâm not.â
âhere you go, baby. you can sit here, doll.â jake mimics him exaggeratedly. jay laughs at how he mirrored sunghoon while the latter clenches his jaw.
it was his turn to push jakeâs shoulder. âi donât talk that way!â he says, defensive.
âyou actually do, dude.â jay fires back while heeseung just laughs because of it.
âwhatever.â he mumbled, ears turning red.
jake rolls his eyes, âwhat the fuck happened? i thought we will punish her?â and his gaze moves from sunghoon towards heeseung.
heeseung straightens his back and glances away, totally guilty of it. jake just couldnât believe it. these two were the ones so heated up when one of their classmates reported you meeting beomgyu up at the end aisles of the library. they were so hyped up on punishing you and then theyâre acting like this?
âi fucking resisted dicking her down, man!â jake complained.
ânobody told you to do that.â heeseung shrugs his shoulder off that made jake clench his jaw, pissed off.
well, the older one was right. they never agreed on anything but to imply punishment. but that was jakeâs punishment for you. that was his way to let you know that heâs mad and upset. you always knew how much he couldnât get enough of you and how he would bury his dick inside you any chances he gets.
âjakeâs right. i declined her orgasms to make a point.â jay stated, looking a bit upset as well.
the boys glances at him with furrow brows, âyou did what?â jake asks in disbelief.
jay shrugs his shoulder, âyou know how much i love seeing her get off. its always her pleasure over mine. i needed to send her a message.â
heeseung sighs and sunghoon was so ready to hold his collar right there and then.
âdude what the fuck? she mustâve felt so frustrated and bad!â he hissed at his friend.
now, jakeâs pissed off eyes darted back at him. he pushes his friend to sit back properly.
âcalm down lover boy, iâm not yet done with you.â he fired at him.
sunghoon lets out a strained sigh, completely done with jake targeting him nonstop.
âcome on, i lost control too you know? but what am i suppose to do when she said sheâs sorry? of course i couldnât help it.â sunghoon ranted that made the three boys around him furrow their brows.
the frown on jakeâs face deepens as jay and heeseung slightly loses their minds. they contemplates and wonders if they heard that right.
âwhat did you say?â heeseung fires at sunghoon that made him confused. the other two boys kept their mouth shut, jaw clenched.
âshe said sorry.â
they were silenced when sunghoon repeated it for them to hear it clearly. jake was the first one to react as he scoffed and heaved a sigh to calm himself down.
âthatâs it, youâll be the last one to fuck her later.â jake stated, a bit (totally) pissed.
sunghoon thick brows furrowed now, âwhat? thatâs unfair! when did we decided that?â his head cranes to the oldest, trying to gain alliance. after-all, heeseung is in charge of equality and fairness.
but to his surprise, the older one has his brows hardly furrowed as well. his eyes looking serious and are piercing right at him.
âi agree with jake.â jay says casually that made sunghoon complain even more.
âhyung?â sunghoon calls out heeseung because this is the perfect timing to step in and break this shit going on.
âsunghoon will be the last one to touch her then?â
to his dismay, its suddenly apppointed that he will sit back and watch while his three friends devour you. it will be torturous, but its better that than not having you later. he curses and just slumped his head over the table to distract himself with a good nap.
âfucking fuck.â jake curses, still pissed.
jay claps his shoulder, âcalm down. iâm afraid youâll piss your pants sooner or later.â he joked that only made him even more pissed.
he pushes his hands away, âshut up. iâll surely get even later with y/n. she canât do that.â
âhey, donât be too carried away. youâll scare her.â jay warns him before glancing to the older guy, âright, hyung?â
heeseung was silent before he lets out a heavy sigh. âno, i agree with jake.â he shut his eyes and massages his temple a bit.
âwe need to teach her a lesson. she canât have her favorite or it will ruin us all.â
on the other hand, youâre inside the girlâs bathroom and washing your hands when (name) walks in together with her minions. sheâs one of the popular girls in your class. very pretty and rich.
her mean eyes darted right at you. it screams danger so you glanced away from her and just focuses on your hand.
she walks closer and stopped beside you.
âwho can expect that the quiet girl in class can be such a cunt?â her words made your brows furrow.
âexcuse me?â youâre taken aback with how aggressive she is. it was so unexpected. she never approaches or talk to you then suddenly sheâs going in this hard?
the response obviously made her even more mad. she raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. one glance to her minions and they went on both of your sides, cornering you. theyâre giggling like hyenas.
âooh, look at you acting all brave just because you think those boys are interested in you?â the bitterness lingers over your tone.
your brows narrowed in confusion as to what sheâs talking about. you wondered more, then realization finally hits you like a big truck. boys... heeseung and his friends?
you glanced at her, âi donât know what you m-mean.â
oh no. you stuttered. and that only mean one thing. that youâre lying and you know you are. because you out of all people, knows what she means.
you thought youâre being slick on hiding whatâs going on between you and those boys, but definitely youâre wrong. you couldnât help, but to blame it on them as theyâre the ones being so bold about it. also because theyâre really the one should be blame for it.
she lets out a loud sarcastic laugh, her eyes oozing with anger. she pushes your shoulder off. âoh fuck you! iâm not dumb!â
you shut your eyes and was about to walk away when her minions hold you down.
âlet me go!â you tried squirming, freeing yourself which you failed miserably.
one of them curses at you and even elbowed your side. you grunted and folds because of the pain. (name) then walks closer and yanked your arm so you can face her.
âbitch! whore!â and she started to be physical, slapping you left and right.
âp-please, stop...â you begged which they ignored completely. she just continued hurting you and her friends hold you to prevent any resistance.
âyou think they really like you? think again bitch!â she pulls your hair hardly making you face upwards. when your tear stained eyes met her arrogant ones, she smirks.
âfor them youâre just a toy they will play with until theyâre sick and tired of you.â and after that one last sentence she pushed you hard to the floor.
her friends laughed so hard while you have yourself slumped across the cold concrete. tears streaming down your face.
âletâs go girls. letâs leave that slut alone.â
you cried, feeling your face hurting and some other places in your body. but thatâs not what causing your tears to flow nonstop. its what (name) said that had a big blow on you.
what she says was partly right. you have no idea what those boys want from you and base on how they treats you is similar to what she implied. a toy. thatâs all you are for them. and that hurts you so much.
ây/n...â you snapped back to reality when you heard a faint call on your name.
âh-huh?â when you lift your head, youâre met with jayâs furrowed brows. his eyes scanning yours with gentle look on it.
heeseung stands a few feet away with jake. your hand sways that caught your attention, even before you can glance at the side, sunghoonâs face came into your view.
his brows folded in a worried way, âare you all right, doll?â and you can feel him squeeze your hand slightly.
ây-yes.â
he pursed his lips and scanned his eyes over your pretty face. his other free hand have your things. jake shows a displeased expression then walked towards your direction.
âgive her some space. youâre crowding her.â he says, interrupting and even pushed sunghoon away from you.
hoonâs hand detached from holding yours that pissed him off a little. his eyes shooting glares at jake when he grab your wrist and started guiding you towards the car that just parked beside heeseung.
heeseung opened the door to the passenger seat when youâre near enough. he tilt his head asking you to enter his car. you glanced at his serious eyes, hands fidgets.
âmy m-mom... she still doesnât knowââ
âdonât worry too much about it, angel. i already talked to her.â he stated in a lazy tone.
your mouth slightly gaps, doesnât really want to believe him right away. you knew your mom. sheâs a little bit strict when it comes to you hanging out a bit too late of your curfew at home.
âr-really?â
heeseung stares at your eyes before letting out a sigh. he fished his phone out from his pocket then dialled someone. he tapped the speaker on and eventually you heard the sound of somebody answering the phone.
âheeseung-ah?â
your eyes widen at the familiar voice errupting from the other line. heeseung handed you the phone so you can talk to her.
âm-mom..â
ây/n? darling, heeseung called me and told me that youâll be staying late in their house for a group project?â she continuously said. you can tell base of the tone of her voice that sheâs thrilled about you having friends.
ây-yes.â
âwell, heâs such a nice boy. very polite as well and such a sweetheart for calling me himself to inform me about this project.â she blabbers nonstop. your cheeks blushed while feeling a bit embarrassed about it.
jake rolls his eyes as he throw his things inside his own car parked near heeseungâs. jay went to his and rest on it while waiting patiently. sunghoon hangs both of the straps of your bag on his shoulder before he gets on his big bike, holding his helmet on his free hand.
âu-uh, yes. heâs the president of the student council.â you answered while eyeing heeseung whose leaning on his car, near you. his hand rests at the open door for you.
âthatâs great! he also told me that heâll take you home later after it so i donât have to worry.â she added.
eventually, she bids goodbye and so you did. your stares stayed at his phone before you handed it back to heeseung. he tilts his head again, asking you to enter his vehicle. without having any choice, you obliged.
you realized that no matter how hard you try to escape, thereâs no getting away from them. they have control on everything and thatâs what scares you the most. how smoothly they do these things and manipulate you on doing whatever that they all want. just like what (name) said. youâre like their toy.
âseatbelt, angel.â heeseung snaps you out of your own thoughts.
you nodded and grabbed over the safety strap on your side. your eyes caught sunghoon getting on his big motorbike and attractively putting his helment on for safety. you blushed unconsciously seeing your bag hangs on his broad shoulders and placed in front of him.
it looked totally out of place on how his all black motorbike and dark blue uniform mixed with your light colored school bag. it looked so feminine that you can already tell it doesnât belong to the fine man.
his head cranes over to your side and even if heeseungâs car is heavily tinted and if sunghoonâs wearing a helmet, it seems like heâs looking directly to your eyes.
he started the engine of his bike and then a loud roaring sound errupts from it. he then bolted out from the parking lot of the school. both you and heeseung follows his bike driving away.
âsuch a show off.â he utters under his breath and then moves after jake drove his car out the parking.
the drive was as expected, slightly long. heeseung is quiet, only the faint song playing from the radio is what plays on the background. it was a little awkward, if youâll be honest.
âare you cold?â you jolt a little when heeseung suddenly ask that question. he glanced at you briefly and you answered with a low ânoâ. he nods and then continued driving.
eventually, the vehicle slows down as it reaches near this huge elegant gate. your mouth gaps in amusement, eyes catching his friendâs vehicle entering as well. sunghoonâs big bike storms inside and even throw a middle finger at jakeâs car.
âstay for a bit, angel. iâll open yourââ your heads whips over to the side when heeseungâs car bursts open.
jake leans downward to meet your eyes, hands rests in front, offering to help you.
âletâs go, sweetheart.â he smiles. you didnât really have much of a choice as he reaches for your hand and guided you outside the car.
heeseung went out too and you saw jay getting off his vehicle as well. a small smirk playing over his sexy lips.
âwhatâs happening to the three of you, really?â he scoffs and rolls his eyes.
you glanced at the three as well, a confused look plastered all over your face. you did notice how theyâre being weird from the parking lot incident.
âits because of jake. heâs so childish.â sunghoon commented right after walking near your place.
jake frowns, âno, iâm not!â he hardly objects.
heeseung rolls his eyes, âstop sulking, jake sim.â he then started walking towards the grand entrance of the big mansion right in front of you.
because of their small arguments, you failed to even notice it. now that you had the chance to admire it, you can tell that it reaks off money. some side comments and other complaints can be heard from jake but your focus was at the big house.
soon, a hand placed gently on the lower of your back.
âletâs go inside, baby.â jay says lowly and started to guide you towards the house.
you gulped, but followed him. its not like you have other options. besides youâre here to do the project... right?
when you made it inside, there are a lot of helpers assisting and attending to heeseung.
âwelcome back, sir jay.â one greets when she noticed the guy beside you. looks like heâs often here that the maids are familiar of him.
oh, silly you. they all grew up together. it just made sense that theyâre often at each otherâs house.
âthis is miss y/n.â he introduces you that caught you off-guard. she shifted her eyes to you and smiled warmly before offering a bow.
you panicked then bows back. âh-hi!â
âare you sir jayâs girlfriend?â she curiously asked right after.
âu-uhhââ
âwhat are you two doing? letâs go to my room.â heeseung interrupts with a stern voice.
jay smiles at the maid before guiding you towards the second floor. you just gave a small smile to the lady and just let yourself go to wherever jay asks you to.
heeseung and jay then started talking about a left work on the student councilâs office. it was none of your concern so you try to busy yourself with the things you can see around the house. the interior of the whole place was just amazing. you can tell they spent a lot for their home.
you stopped walking once jay and heeseung did and you saw a door in front of heeseung. he glanced at you before opening it.
your steps halted when youâre about to go inside. something inside you just grow worried. you have no idea why, but your heart kept on beating so fast.
they noticed your sudden hesitation so both of them glanced over their shoulders, looking at you.
âwhatâs wrong?â jay asks while heeseung remains silent.
you gulped and took a short glance around heeseungâs spacious room. ân-nothing.â
you took a long breath, âc-canât we just do it at your living room?â you pull up a smile in order to not raise any suspicion. the last thing you want is for them to think that youâre taking this in a wrong way.
âwhatâs wrong with doing it inside my room?â heeseung asks nonchalantly.
you took a step back, âu-uhm,ââ you gasps when your back suddenly collided with a broad chest.
âgoing somewhere, doll?â sunghoon stares down at you while he stood gloriously behind you.
jake scoffs and then wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling up a mischievous grin.
âletâs go inside, okay? weâre going to have so much fun!â he cheers with a big smile, but you can feel your stomach churns and heart beating so fast.
sunghoon steps forward pushing you inside the room. heeseung sat down his gaming chair and rotates it so heâs facing his king sized bed. jay took off his coat and hangs it neatly by the sofa. jakeâs smirking while watching you closely.
you feel timid being around and watched by them, so you looked everywhere except their eyes. the silence stretched for a couple of minutes before heeseung breaks it.
âstrip, angel.â he starts then rests his back completely at the chair.
your feet glued at the floor and breathing got rigif while facing your back at them. their heated gaze pierced and almost burned a hole behind your head. you can feel it.
âstrip for us.â he says in a very demanding tone.
slowly, you faced them with a slight fear flickering through your eyes.
âh-huh? but weâre suppose to d-do our projectââ
âoh fuck that project, sweetheart! weâre going to do you instead.â jake interrupts smirking after licking his plump lips once. his eyes stares at you like a hungry predator.
âcalm down, jake. youâre going to scare her.â jay says, mischief lazing through his voice while smirking sexily beside sunghoon.
theyâre both sat at the sofa. the man beside him has his polo unbuttoned all the way, leaning forward as his elbow rests over his knees and eyes burning at you. heâs quiet and red lips hardly pursed. his dark, thick eyebrows narrowed together.
you remained standing awkwardly at the middle of heeseungâs bedroom, the door a few feet away from you. it slid inside your mind. to try and run away from them. but its impossible. with their built, they can easily catch you and who knows what that can do to you? they never go easy whenever theyâre pissed off.
besides, sunghoonâs sat on the path towards it. he can easily grab and stop you from escaping. thatâs totally crossed out of your plans.
you heaved a sigh, âg-guys,â
âdid we ask you to talk?â heeseung.
instantly, your lips are pursed hardly. despite him showing a little soft side of him from a while ago, youâre still terrified whenever heâs very serious.
âweâre waiting, baby.â jay caught your attention.
you stared at them for a while and realized that you have nowhere to go. they got you cornered and stripped off of choices. once again, youâre helpless around these four men.
you balled your fists and jakeâs eyes dropped from your pretty face to your hands. theyâre trembling and heâs certain its a mixture of fear and worry. his grin grew wider. his nerves are shaking in excitement. he couldnât wait to have you, to devour you, to ruin you.
âgo on, y/n.â heeseung, again with his stern voice.
your eyes darted at sunghoon whose still quiet. his eyes then soften and he sighs, fists relaxing.
âstrip for us, doll. its okay, we wonât hurt you.â he says in a calm voice. its still a surprise how heâs acting right now. heâs not the impatient and rough sunghoon. it slightly made you feel at ease.
when your hand slowly raised to untangle your necktie, you heard jake hissed and glared at sunghoon.
âremember what we talked about, hoon!â he said that got you confused.
sunghoon rolls his eyes, âyeah, whatever. iâm just trying to make her feel relax. youâre putting too much pressure on her.â
jake clicked his tongue and glanced back at you. his eyes looked more aggressive, screams more danger.
âwhy, sweetheart? are we scaring you?â he stepped closer, making you hold your breath.
âam i scaring you?â he repeats his words, his face are inches away from yours that you can feel his hot breath fanning your skin.
âjake,â heeseung calls him.
he ignored him and kept his stares right at your pretty face. despite the lack of answer, the tears on your eyes were enough to tell him that you are indeed scared. it didnât make him feel pitiful, instead it drives him more crazy.
âstrip for me or iâll rip them off from you myself.â he groans.
you gulped and started to fasten your pace. now unbuttoning your poloâ the one heeseung got you.
sunghoon clenched his jaw hardly, fighting so hard to interrupt. his friends talked to him about being the last to touch you tonight as a punishment for him. its actually a shit decision they came up with just because they think heâs starting to be your favorite.
that thought was the only thing that made him agree. he couldnât help but to feel excited thinking about it.
he stood up that made jay and heeseung glance at his direction.
âdonât get in the way.â jay reminded him.
he threw him a short glance as he fished something from his pocket.
âiâm not going to.â he pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. âiâm going to smoke.â he added then glance at heeseung.
âyou wonât mind right?â
heeseung stares for a while before tearing his gaze off of sunghoon. he took that as a yes then lits his cigarette.
âtake off everything.â jake commands when you finished getting rid of your polo and school skirt.
âb-butââ
âstrip.â he shortly said.
you stared at his eyes and slowly obliged. you donât even know why you kept complaining when youâll just end up doing it too.
the moment you finished taking everything off, completely naked in front of them, you feel shy. so shy that you try covering whatever your arms can. the four men stares silently, their eyes grew darker. looked more hungrier.
âlay on the bed for me, sweetheart.â jake mumbles, this time a lot more softer. âi want to eat you.â he added while taking off his necktie.
before jake continues discarding his clothes off, he snakes his hand on your nape to pull you closer to him. he placed a wet, but gentle kiss on your lips then stares right at your eyes.
âyouâre so pretty. do you know that?â he says under his breath that made your heart race. he seems pissed, and honestly his attitude today are off for you. heâs very playful in nature, but the way heâs so aggressive is not like him. you know somethingâs up with jake sim.
âlet me fucking eat you.â he added and then continued what he stopped doing to give you a kiss.
your eyes moved towards heeseung and he just gave you a nod. with slow steps you walked towards the bed and sat on the edge.
jake gently pushed your body so you can lay on it then he opened your thighs for him, giving a full display of your slightly wet core. he growls lightly, salivating by the view.
âdamn, this pussy.â he mumbles before giving it a long lick making you purse your lips together.
jake almost went crazy having a taste of your cunt. he always loved it. if he can, he will eat you all day. so he didnât waste a time to dive in and lap your cunt like a hungry animal. you whimper and legs slowly closing out of pleasure from the way heâs eating you.
a hand then reaches over your knee to open them back. when you open your eyes, you saw jay. heâs already standing at the edge of the bed, beside jake. his white t-shirt is off already and heâs left with just his boxers.
âkeep them wide open, baby.â he orders while his other hand palms his cock inside his shorts.
you canât even say a word or resist as your mind gets all fuzzy because of how good jake is making you feel. jake giggles through your cunt making you shut your eyes, brows arching closer to each other.
your face contorts out of pleasure.
jakeâs hand rests at your thighs and massages it gently. you can feel a hand carding your hair, brushing it off your pretty face.
your eyes pry open when jake pulls away.
âsorry, angel. weâll move you a bit so you can suck jay.â heeseung caught your attention. heâs already near the bed too.
when your eyes look at jay, heâs already taking off his boxers as they slightly drag you towards the corner of the bed. jay dives his head and kissed you on your lips while fondling on your exposed tits.
âuhm,â you moaned. he gave it a few more suck then tugs it lightly using his teeth as he pulls away, making you yelp.
âsuck my dick, baby. letâs get you busy.â jay mumbles and places his shaft near your face.
jake then continues eating you, making you squirm again. he pushes your thighs wider, doesnât giving you any chance to close it. he wants to take his time, eating and enjoying how you whimper in pleasure. the way you look pained, but he knew pretty well that heâs making you feel so good.
âhowâs the view from there, hoon?â jay shouted, taunting his friend.
your eyes shifted at the sofa while jay enters your mouth. sunghoonâs dark eyes are darted at you while he sexily huffs on his cigarette. its taking everything of him not to get in between. he couldnât help but feel so aroused by the sight of his own friends using you.
he remained silent and just watch from afar. jay scoffs then narrows his brows when his cock reaches the inside of your mouth. it feels so warm and soft, something that drives him crazy.
âfuck.â he curses and started to thrust on his own liking.
while jake laps your pussy and jay fucks your mouth, heeseung takes off all his clothes. he position himself on your other side then grabs your hand.
âyou arenât forgetting about me now, are you angel?â his taunting voice rings over your head and you mumbled something, causing vibration straight to jayâs throbbing cock.
âoh just like that, baby.â he groans and continues pistoning his hips towards you.
heeseung gave a few strokes to his dick before leaning to give you a kiss on the lips as well. it lasted for a few more seconds until he pulls away so you can give him a hand job.
âoh, yeah. just like that.â heeseung mumbles as he watch you all occupied with them.
he cannot help but to feel very excited at the view. how your eyes are tear stained yet still do as they say. its giving a satisfaction he couldnât get from anything. he was certain youâre the only one who can give it to him, to them.
jake chuckes and giggles mischievously while tongue buried deep inside your wet hole. his chin wet with your juices and his saliva. it was heaven for him to see you squirm uncontrollably because of pleasure.
âu-ugh!â your mouth hugs jayâs big dick tighter that made him groan in pleasure, your hand too tightens around heeseungâs. it indicates that you are nearing your first release and they all couldnât wait.
âare you near, baby?â jay asks, whimpering from his own pleasure.
you nodded continuously, slightly losing your mind at the climax youâve been anticipating.
âiâm near too, baby. letâs cum together.â jay groans and grind even harder, chasing you.
âgive it to me, sweetheart.â jake fucks into your cunt using his two fingers, tongue attached on your hole, waiting for that sweet juice heâs been dying for.
heeseung brushes your hairs off from your face, making sure to fist them so it wonât cover your pretty features. he loves staring and watching you whimper in pleasure. beads of sweat forms on your forehead and his eyes travels down your tits boucing slightly due to jake finger fucking you.
he leans and puts your nipple inside his mouth, sucking and twirling his hot tongue on the tip, making you feel dizzy.
ânghhh,â your thighs shakes and tries to move away from jakeâs lips but he held you firm, making sure you have nowhere to go. sucking and taking all of your juices.
the sensation making your eyes rolls at the back of your head. jay, too reached his climax and shoot at the depth of your hot mouth, cursing and growling.
âsuch a good girl.â he says and leans to give you a kiss on your cheeks. âpretty baby.â he added and placed another kiss.
once done harvesting your cum, jake stood up and licks his lips with a grin on his face.
âget on fours. iâll fuck you doggystyle.â he says and grabs your hand to help you get up from laying down. he knew youâre still in trance from the recent release.
heeseung gently press your palm to catch your attention. he arched his brows while glancing softly at your direction. jay brushes your hair away and wiped off the sweat.
âyou good, angel? still with us?â heeseung asks and help you position yourself.
you nod your head once, head still fuzzy. heeseung chuckles, finding you adorable and kisses your shoulder once.
âyouâre so hot, sweetheart.â jake and smacks your butt cheeks. you yelp slightly at the impact. it stings a bit but it oddly feels so good.
jake groans and cupped both your butt and leans in to kiss it, biting it.
âcalm down, dude.â jay chuckles and swat his arms which he answered with a giggle.
your ears are still ringing from all of that when a hand started to gather your hair. it was sunghoon and heâs looking at you with slight worry in his eyes.
âiâll just tie your hair, doll.â you nodded and he did his best to put away those lose hairstrands out of your face.
you smiled at him softly and mumbled âthank youâ, which you doubt he heard. he sighs and leans in to kiss you once on your lips before walking back near jay.
âperfect. suck my dick this time, okay?â heeseung says and positions himself in front of you.
a small nod is what you gave him and he smirks, pinching your cheeks because he find you cute this way. all submissive and sweaty.
âready? iâm going in.â jake says from behind and heeseung just nods his head.
you moaned the moment you felt jake pushing his dick inside of you, stretching you in the process. his thick veiny cock slowly disappears. just half of it and heâs already going crazy. he missed this feeling. he missed feeling you around him, suffocating and taking all of his length.
âfuck, youâre so tight.â he groans and couldnât wait anymore as he did a hard thrust, reaching it deep.
your eyes widen at the sudden visitor making your mouth gap as well. heeseung took this chance to enter your mouth and he let out muffled curses because of how hot your lips feels around him. his brows narrowed closer to each other.
âshit.â he curses and take his time rutting his dick over your mouth. he was fighting back not to go too hard as he wants to go slow.
on the other hand, jakeâs the opposite. heâs going fast and deep making you see stars. you tried hard to keep on all fours, but you can feel your knees losing its strength, along with your arms.
as jake started to take it faster, making sure heâs hitting every delicious places inside you, heeseung decided to catch pace with him. the room was filled with your moans and the erotic slapping sounds of your bodies colliding each other.
âiâm f-fucking close...â jake hissed and laid his tongue out sexily. heeseung smirks and gets more aggressive on using your mouth to chase his own orgasm.
âme too.â heeseung.
you moaned and tightens your cunt and lips when you felt your own climax approaching. jakeâs breath became more heavy at the pleasure your hole is making him feel.
âfuck you feel so good like this, sweetheart.â he groans and slaps your butt then leans down to kiss your back, making sure to suck on the skin to leave a mark. his mark.
âso good for me.â he says, almost out of breath. âso damn good for all of us.â
and a few more deep thrust, jake released his hot cum inside you. heeseung throws his head back, cumming inside your mouth. the three of you are catching your breaths while he both tries to catch your highs. heeseung strokes your cheeks gently.
your knees gaves in and body collided to heeseungâs soft white sheets. jay steps in and made sure youâre all right.
âtired, angel?â heeseung whispered, smiling while looking at your shut eyes and breathing heavily.
jake pulls out, some of his cum dripping out from your hole. he kneels down to see it more clearly and groans at the sight of it. he licks two of his fingers and slides it in your hole, shoving his cum back. it made you jolt and moan, feeling too much.
he chuckles, âyou did good for me, sweets.â his eyes a lot more softer than before. he seems to calm down now.
âweâre not done yet.â heeseung mumbles that you responded with a light groan.
he ignored it and laid back at the edge of his bed, feet touching the floor.
âride me, angel.â he held your arm to guide you over his lap. you needed some help and the other boys were quick to assist you.
âtoo t-tired..â you manage to say. heeseung placed a chaste kiss at your cheeks.
âits okay, iâll do the work.â he assures you.
jake smirks meeting eyes with heeseung. he taps jayâs shoulder and tilted his chin towards the two of you.
âletâs do it, jay.â jake says excitedly. âfuck her other hole.â and he trudges towards heeseungâs side drawer.
sunghoon stood up with furrowed brows.
âwhat the fuck do you mean? we never tried it before.â he steps in. âare you sure she can handle that today?â
jake rolls his eyes and glanced at his friend for a while. he taps his chest and raised the bottle of lube. âyes. iâm sure our girl can handle it.â
âright, sweets?â he asks you.
you are not at the proper state of mind to respond or comprehend what theyâre talking about. your mind is too clouded with pleasure and the overstimulation is taking away your capability to understanding anything.
âangel?â heeseung gently calls you.
âhmm?â you hummed.
he chuckles, âjay and i are going to fuck you at the same time. is that okay?â
jokes on them because you canât even process anything. a nod is all you gave them. sunghoon gulped, a bit nervous but he canât deny that heâs also looking forward to it. heâs so sure youâll look so alluring having both your holes filled.
âsee? sheâs our big girl.â jake smirks and squats down to prep your hole. they donât really need a lot of the lube as youâre so wet from what jake just did moments ago and because youâre too aroused.
âdamn, so tight.â he mumbles after sliding his index finger inside as a test.
jay gulped, totally salivating. he pushes his friend away and positions himself.
âjust make sure to take it slow, man.â sunghoon reminded him, now starting to discard his clothes one by one.
âw-what...â youâre slowly going back to your senses, but it was too late.
heeseung slides his cock inside your pussy as jay puts the tip in front of your butt hole. your eyes slightly grow big and worry flashes your pretty face.
âh-huh?â youâre about to look back when jake cups your face. he smiles sweetly and kisses your lips.
âdonât be scared, sweets. weâll make sure you will feel good, okay?â his gaze too soft and hypnotizing.
its not that you donât want it. for the past months that youâve been under these boys, theyâve already corrupted you. behind those innocent looking eyes you flashes them is the dark desire of having them all to yourself.
sunghoon soon came into your view, âitâll be all right, doll.â he smiles and held your hand.
âhere i come, baby.â jayâs low voice ringed from behind you and as he says, he pushes forward.
âugh,â you groaned, hurting from the fresh stretch.
heeseung starts to slowly fuck from below you, just to ease some of the pain youâre going through.
âi-it hurts...â your eyes starts tearing up.
sunghoon glared at jake. âdid you even put enough lube?â he hissed at his friend.
jake caress your cheeks, âi did! its suppose to hurt, sweets. just like the first time when sunghoon took you.â he reminded with a slight bitterness on his tone.
sunghoon ignored his friend comments and focused on comforting you. he leans in and attached his lips on yours, tongue messily dancing with each other.
âfuck, so tight...â jay groaned, eyes shut from the pleasure of being squeezed inside you.
âher cunt is getting more tighter too, jay. keep going.â heeseungâs brows are narrowed from pleasure.
the sting is still there, but it became more tolerable as heeseung dicks you from below and sunghoon making out with you. eventually, theyâre sliding in and out smoothly.
âoh m-my gosh..â your eyes rolled at the back of your head from the intense pleasure you are having.
you cannot describe it. the way their big dicks are drilling you are making you crazy, feels like heaven.
âfuck.â jay and heeseung cursed hardly as they fuck you in sync.
jake salivates just by watching you getting used by them. you look beautiful. you look so hot. and you are his. you belong to them.
âiâm getting close, hyung.â jay growls and kept on rutting his cock inside you.
âme too.â heeseung leans and capture your breast to suck it.
âso good for us. such a good girl.â jay mumbles.
sunghoon pulls away to watch. âfuck.â
âyouâre so good, sweetheart.â jake whispers beside your face. you smiles and moans, trying to keep your eyes open to look at him.
your free hand reaches over his handsome face and cares it, âk-kiss me, jake.â his eyes darken and without hesitation he gaves in to your request.
a few moments, jay and heeseung came inside your holes together with you. both of your legs shakes and body collapsing on top of heeseung, panting so hard.
heeseung breaths in, taking your sweet scent. he pulls your face closer to make out as he kept sliding his dick inside, fucking his cum back.
your eyes already closed and almost passing out. he kisses your cheeks and smiles.
âjust one more, angel. can you do it for us?â he asks gently.
you nodded your head and he smiles, âgood girl.â
sunghoon helps you to get off from heeseung so he can replace him. jake made sure youâre stable enough as you straddle his lap. jay squats to clean you as his, heeseungâs and jakeâs cum drips all over the place.
âhey,â sunghoon calls softly and cups both of your cheeks. he tries to search for your eyes.
âjust one more, doll.â
you nodded your head, âp-please.â
âplease what, pretty?â
âplease make me feel g-good.â you look drunk on lust because youâre starting to sound demanding.
the boys chuckles, finding you adorable this way. sunghoon smiles, relieved that you seem to be fine. just exhausted.
âdefinitely, love.â he whispers. âthatâs what weâre all here for, doll. to make you feel good.â and he kissed your cheeks.
jake leans in and kisses your shoulderblades. âiâll fuck you too, sweets. okay?â
you nodded your head and props your head asking for a kiss. he chuckles and gave in, dropping a quick peck on your swollen lips.
âhold on tight on sunghoon, hmm?â heeseungâs back beside you.
you nodded and placed both of your hands on sunghoonâs broad shoulders. jay went inside the bathroom to start running a warm bath for you.
âiâll enter now.â sunghoon says and slides inside your pussy.
both of you moaned. jakeâs eyes darken as he position himself behind you, his aching tip dying to enter your other hole.
âhere i come, sweets.â and smoothly slides in as well. the three of you are a moaning mess.
your mind all blank and youâre starting to see stars already. the two of them fucked you rough and fast, not giving any mercy. the way they rutt their dicks are different from how they console you moments ago. they went fast, like theyâre chasing something.
âfuck, pussy so good.â sunghoon moans and kisses your shoulders, he opens his mouth then buries his fangs on your skin. oddly, it added to the pleasure.
âoh shit... so good sweetheart.â jakeâs brows draws closer to each other as he focuses on the view of his cock sliding inside your butt hole. it was so hot. the hottest thing heâs ever seen.
it went for a few more minutes. your moans and the skin slapping each other echoes through the whole room. it was so good. so damn good that you almost pass out due to too much pleasure and tiredness.
âiâm cumming.â sunghoon was the first one to announce.
âme too, dude!â jake and he reaches over your clit to rub it.
ânnghh,â you moaned, unable to even utter a single word anymore.
âsheâs choking me inside. sheâs close, jake. fuck faster.â sunghoon hissed and the two of them did it.
a few more seconds and they shoot their hot cums inside. jakeâs panting so hard, so is sunghoon. you completely fall over sunghoonâs body, eyes close shut.
âdoll?â sunghoon calls out between his heavy breaths.
you didnât respond so he slightly pulls away to check on you. he saw youâre already pass out so he smiled and kisses your cheeks gently.
âyou did good, doll.â he whispers.
jake pulls out and before cleaning himself, he grabbed the towel from jay and cleaned you. he leans over your face to kiss you softly with a warm smile on his face. âyou did so well, sweets.â
jay brushes away some hairs that sticked onto your pretty face, âthank you, baby. you did so well.â he whispers.
sunghoon helped putting you over heeseungâs arms and he walks inside the bathroom where the warm bath is waiting for you.
you groaned, âweâll just clean you before you rest, angel.â he assured and gently placed you at the bathtub.
you can feel your whole body aching, mind still fuzzy after all you did. despite everything, one question plays inside your mind.
âwhat are you for them?â
tricky one too. youâre dying to know, but at the same time youâre scared to find out. most of the times they are mean to you, makes you feel like their toy. but after how they acted moments ago, it raised confusion. a slight hope that they indeed care for you as much as you care for them ignites inside you.
you tried shoving that thought off. youâre too tired. maybe youâll ask them later. for now, youâre going to rest because they surely pushed you to your limit.
heeseung stares at your pretty face then smiles and caress your cheeks, âyou did so well for us, angel.â and kisses you once on your lips.
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Ladies With Experience
Paring(s):Â Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Summary: When Dean makes an off-handed comment about "preferring ladies with experience", you try (and fail) to not let it get under your skin. You're a virgin, but you've done just about everything else, and when you talk to Dean about it, he offers to be your first. He's your best friend, and you've been in love with him forever... who are you to deny him?
Tags: smut, first time, virgin!reader, dom/sub dynamics, dom!dean, p in v, oral (female receiving), spanking, fingering, not-so-innocent reader
Word Count: 5k
A/N: As always, thank you to my loves @wayward-dreamer and @makeadealwithdean for beta-ing. Would be nowhere without you two đ„°
You can also read me on Ao3!
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âAnyways, letâs say youâre right, fine. Who would want virgins?â
You know Sam didnât mean it like that , and you felt stupid for letting it bother you. For letting this case bother you.
âYou got me,â Dean replied with a shrug. âI prefer ladies with experience.âÂ
And there it was, like a punch straight to the gut. You hated that it hurt you as much as it did. So what, youâve never had sex. But youâve done almost everything else. You knew what you liked and what you didn't. Youâve been around the block a few times with the various sex toys in your nightstand drawer. Itâs not like you werenât experienced at all . But that didnât make Deanâs words hurt any less. You swallowed down the burger and fries from lunch that were threatening to come up, before standing up from your seat at the small motel room table.Â
The brothers looked at you, eyebrows raised.
âI â bathroom,â you managed, before quickly making your way there, slamming the door shut behind you.Â
Staring at your reflection in the dirty bathroom mirror, you let the tears fall. Silently, you wiped them away as Deanâs words echoed in your head, and you hated that you loved him. Hated that youâd never be ballsy enough to admit it to him, especially now.
Something like five minutes passed and you knew you didnât have long before one of the boys â likely Sam â would come knocking to check on you. You flushed the unused toilet so they wouldnât suspect anything and turned on the faucet, splashing your tear-soaked face with cold water before using a hand towel to wipe it dry. When you emerged, the guys were packing up their duffels.
âDid you find them?â you asked, hopeful.
Dean checked his gun, before flipping the safety on and stuffing it in the back waistband of his jeans.Â
âI sure as hell hope so, âcause if Iâm about to crawl through the goddamn sewers for nothing ââ
âTheyâre down there, Dean,â Sam replied, giving him a pointed look. He turned his attention to you, and if he had noticed anything off, he hadnât let his face show it. âYou coming?â
You grabbed your gun off the dresser and holstered it in reply.
Six hours later, the three of you were sweaty, panting, and splattered in blood after a close fight with dragons in the sewers. Thankfully, you hadnât had to wade in any actual sewage. You hadnât said a word to either brother since you had gone to the bathroom six hours ago, and to keep them from growing suspicious of your sudden silence, you opted to take a nap in the backseat of the Impala on the way back to the motel.Â
You stirred awake as Dean pulled into the parking lot, barely conscious enough to catch the end of the brothersâ conversation.
âIâll get her,â Dean said.Â
Sam nodded and got out of the car, gently closing the passenger side door before heading inside.Â
You rubbed your eyes, blinking away the sleep in them as Deanâs face came into focus. He was looking at you over his shoulder, one arm resting on the top of the front bench seat.Â
âMorninâ, sunshine.â
It took a moment for the feeling you had been filled with prior to your nap to come back to you, his words from earlier echoing in your head. I prefer ladies with experience . You shot him a cold glare.
âAlright. Whatâd I do?â he asked, turning in his seat to better angle himself towards you.Â
The question caught you off guard.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âYou havenât said a word since we left for that hunt, Y/N.â
âHow do you know Sam didnât do something?â
He replied with a knowing look.
You stared at your hands, clasped together in your lap, and muttered, âItâs nothing. Stupid.â
âCâmon, talk to me,â he urged.
You hated this. How easy he was to talk to. How you had always been able to tell him what was on your mind.
But not this . You couldnât tell him this.Â
You shook your head.Â
âHey,â he said softly, shifting in his seat. He was fully turned around now, reaching out to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at those green eyes. âTalk to me,â he repeated, no room for argument in his words.
âI canât,â you whispered. You wanted to throw up. He was your best friend, and you were utterly, irrevocably, head-over-heels in love with him. He preferred girls with experience, and you had none. Not in the way that it mattered. And he had known that, thanks to a late-night stake-out game of Never Have I Ever .Â
His jaw clenched. âYou can tell me anything, you know that.â
You briefly met his gaze. You couldnât hold it for long.Â
âWas it something I said?â he prodded.Â
You stared at the buttons of his open flannel, your eyes quickly darting up to meet his in silent confirmation.Â
He sighed, pulling his hand away from your face and folding his arms on top of the backseat, resting his chin on his forearm.
âDo I at least get a hint?â
âDean, I ââ
âCâmon, Y/N. Youâve never not told me anything.â
âWhy are you pushing this?â
âBecause I canât stand not talking to you.â
Your heart leaped at that confession, however innocent it might have been.Â
âIâm talking to you now, arenât I?â
âBecause Iâm making you. You would have silent treatmented me into next week.â
You didnât respond.
He sighed again, defeated. âY/N, câmon. Please? Whatever I said, Iâm sorry. Iâm sure I didnât mean it.â
âYou didnât mean that you âprefer girls with experienceâ?â you retorted quite sassily. The question tumbled out before you even had time to think of the implication that came with asking it.Â
Dean opened and closed his mouth like a damn fish.Â
âThought so.â You began to move to make your way out of the car, when Dean reached out and grabbed your wrist.
âNo,â he finally said. âI didnât mean it.â
âItâs okay if you do. I told you, it was a dumb thing to be upset about.â
âNo, itâs not. I didnât stop to think about how this case might have been affecting you. You know I wouldnât have let anything happen to you, right?âÂ
You swallowed, nodded. His hand felt like fire around your wrist.
âBut for what itâs worth, I wasnât serious. I donât prefer anyone one way or the other. Sex is sex. If anyoneâs willing to have it with me, I consider myself lucky.â
âRomantic,â you quipped.
A smile tugged at his lips. âI could show you, yâknow.â
You almost threw up right there in the backseat. Your eyes grew wide.
âWhat?â you croaked.
âWell, if youâre worried about not having any experience⊠I just mean Iâd be happy to, yâknow. Show you the ropes.â
â⊠Of sex?â Really, you thought it was cute that he had this misconception of you. You knew about the ropes. Youâd just never been tied up with them.Â
âOf whatever you want.â
âYou think I want to have sex with you?â It came out harsher than you meant it to, like part of you still thought you could hide the fact that you were in love with him. Like if you just joked it off it would go away, and you wouldnât have to cross this line with him, even though you so badly wanted to. But you had to protect yourself, your heart.Â
You didnât miss the flash of hurt in his eyes.
âNo, thatâs not what I ââ
You suddenly felt the need to clarify your question.
âNo, I â I didnât mean it like that either.â
Deanâs face morphed into one of confusion. ââŠSo you do want to have sex with me?â
Your cheeks flushed red, and your throat bobbed. âUhâŠâ
âForget it, stupid question, you donât have to anââÂ
âYeah,â you answered, your voice barely above a whisper. Fuck it. Who were you to hold yourself back from the one thing youâve been wanting for years? You cleared your throat. âYeah, I really, really do.â
Deanâs eyebrows shot up to his hairline. âSeriously?â
âOh, cut the shit, Dean. Like youâre surprised. Everyone wants to have sex with you.â
He scoffed. â Everyone , Y/N, really?â
âThere are literally smutty fanfictions written about you,â you replied, reaching into your back pocket for your phone, dead set on proving your point.Â
âGross. And Becky doesnât count as everyone.â
âActually, Becky only writes for Sam.â
You realized what you said at the same time he did, and he eyed you suspiciously.
âWhy do you know that?â
God dammit. âI donât. I mean â I â like, she obviously loves Sam. So, like, she wouldnât write porn about you. Obviously.â
âUh huhâŠâ There was an uncomfortable silence for a beat or three. And then, âHow much smut have you read about me?â
Your face felt like it had just been rinsed with fucking lava, and you knew it probably looked as red as it, too.Â
âNone!â you exclaimed, way too quickly.Â
Dean smirked. âYou do really wanna have sex with me,â he remarked, like he couldnât believe it.
âTrust me, the urge is fading by the second.â
His grin disappeared almost instantly. âWould it help if I told you that I think about fucking you all the time, too?â
âWell, I donât think about it all the ââ
âY/N.â He said your name like a warning, and the tone of his voice settled right in your core.Â
âYeah,â you squeaked. âYeah, that helps.â
âGood,â he smirked, before grabbing his phone from beside him.Â
âUh⊠What are you doing?â You watched as he scrolled for a second, pressing a button before putting the phone to his ear.
âTelling Sammy to beat it.â
Your eyes grew wide. âWhat!?â you whisper-yelled. âNo! Just â we can just do it back here!â
He gave you a pointed look. âIâm not taking your virginity in the backseat of my car, Y/N.â
âWhy not!?â
âBecause weâre not sixteen, for one. And for two⊠I wanna make it special.â He rushed the last bit out, like he was embarrassed to say it. And he should be. You cringed as you heard it.Â
âOh my God,â you began.
âShut up.â
âYou did not just say that.â
âShut up. Sam, answer your phone, God dammit!â
âI have done, like, almost everything else, you know. In the backseats of many, many cars. You donât need to make it special for me, Deano,â you teased.Â
âFor the last time, shut your mouth, or Iâm gonna shut it for you,â he said, the look he gave letting you know he wasnât in the mood to play. No, he wanted to fuck you. Beyond that, he wanted to dominate you. And you were more than happy to submit.
You might have been a virgin physically, but mentally? Mentally, youâd probably give Dean a run for his money.Â
Sam didnât answer. Naturally. He was probably in the shower, but you were kind of grateful because as much as you wanted Dean, you didnât want to make Sam uncomfortable. Or worse, give him any reason to give you the talk . Because he totally would. After trying his brother two more times, Dean decided it would be better to just get a room of your own, and you were much happier with that decision.Â
You watched as he unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping aside, gesturing for you to go ahead.Â
âLadies first.â
âYou mean youâre not gonna carry me over the threshold?â you joked. âThought you wanted to make this special .â
He gave you an unamused look, and you shot back a sarcastic closed-mouth smile before you were being swept off of your feet and over his shoulder faster than you could process.
âDean!â you squealed, as he carried you through the doorway, kicking the door shut behind him before practically throwing you onto the bed.
He was hovering over you seconds later, his face a few inches from yours, and the mood shifted from playful to serious.
âAre you sure you want to do this?â he asked.
You nodded, your fingers coming up to play with the collar of his flannel.
âIf I tell you something, you promise you wonât make fun of me?â you questioned, your eyes glued to the plaid pattern on his shirt.
âPromise.â
âI was kinda⊠holding out for you.â You drew your eyes up to meet his.
âSeriously?â he asked, half laughing. You could tell it wasnât because he thought it was funny. It was because he couldnât believe it.
You swallowed nervously, nodding again as you stared into those green eyes, and you hoped that this meant as much to him as it did to you. Something told you it did.
âI wasnât kidding, you know,â he said.
You tilted your head in question.
âAbout making it special for you. I know itâs like, the grossest thing I could have possibly said but, you deserve so much better than me, and so if ââ
âThereâs no one better for me, you idiot.â And you almost told him everything. That youâve been in love with him ever since you met one summer at Bobbyâs, back when you were just kids. That everything felt like it led up to this moment. That you wanted him to fuck you and make love to you all at once. That you didnât want this to be the only time he did. But instead, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him towards you, your lips meeting in a kiss that felt like it could have powered an entire countryâs electric grid.Â
He deepened it, and the two of you were nothing but tongues and teeth and lips â it wasnât sexy. It was hungry. Starved, more like. Like he had been thinking about kissing you just as long as you had been thinking about him.Â
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his hips down towards your denim-covered core, down until you felt the hardness underneath his jeans pressed up against the spot where you needed him most, down until you couldnât help but grind against it. He moaned as he kissed you, so you did it again. And again. And again. And â
âYou need to stop that.â It wasnât a suggestion. It was a command. You noticed that your arms were above your head, his hands pinning your wrists against the mattress. You donât know when that happened, but you werenât complaining. In fact, it spurred you on.Â
You smiled mischievously and rutted against him once more.Â
âWhatâre you gonna do about it, Winchester?â
He dropped his forehead to yours, steadying his breaths.
âI can fuck you like itâs your first time, or I can fuck you how I actually want to.â
âAnd howâs that?â
He took a shaky breath, like he was actually having a hard time controlling himself. You felt a sense of pride shoot through you at that.
âLike the fucking brat you are.â
You almost came from that alone.Â
Wanna know some common misconceptions about virgins? That they donât have kinks. That they donât watch porn. That they donât have a plethora of sex toys in their nightstand. That they sit and crochet in their convent dorm room all day. Sure, you were years past the age when girls typically lose their virginity, but you were no saint. In fact, you enjoyed being quite the opposite. And you enjoyed being put in your place.Â
âDo your worst.â
It was like something in him snapped. His eyes were lust-blown and hungry and you didnât miss the way his jaw ticked, and then he was undressing you so fast that you couldâve been part of a quick change act. He muttered something about a light system as he took off your clothes, and you nodded in a way that let him know that you already knew how all of that worked.Â
When you were down to just a black lace bra and panties, he paused as his fingers hooked under your waistband. He stared at you, his expression serious, and you knew that he was going to give you one more warning. One more opportunity to say, âActually, Iâd like to have a totally normal, non-kinky, first time experience, please.â But that wasnât what you wanted.Â
âYou sure you know what youâre asking for?â
You rolled your eyes. âI trust you. Put me in my goddamn place, Winchester. Youâve only been wanting to do it for the past two hours.â
âOh, Iâve been waiting to do it for a lot longer than that, sweetheart.â
âReally?â you asked, raising an eyebrow.
âOh, yeah,â he replied, huffing a small laugh before pulling off your panties in one swift motion. His hands came to rest on your bare thighs as he locked his eyes with yours. âAny hard limits?â
You shook your head. âI trust you. I mean, like, donât pee on me or ââ
âNot gonna happen. But⊠most everything else?â
âDean,â you began, looking at him pointedly, âI trust you. If it helps, Iâve used like, toys on myself before. And I donât mean just a vibrator, I mean like⊠well, you get the gist.â
âSo I donât have to go easy on you, is what youâre saying?â
âPut me in my place,â you repeated.
âAlright,â he replied, his hands gripping the underside of your thighs as he roughly pushed them apart, âbut just so weâre clear, thatâs the last order youâll be giving tonight.â
Your throat bobbed and you nodded. âYes, Sir.âÂ
You meant it as a joke, but it didnât come out that way. No, the title came out in a way that made his jaw clench and his eyes darken and it stoked the fire raging in your core.Â
Dean didnât waste any more time talking after that, his tongue moving through your folds seconds later, drawing gasps and soft moans from your lips. You arched into him, your hands in his hair, silently begging for more. It wasnât the first time a man had gone down on you, but it was the first time it felt like this .Â
He pinned your hips down to the bed with one hand splayed over your abdomen and then his tongue was inside you and âeating you outâ didnât come close to describing his ministrations. He was devouring you like his life depended on it, like the sounds you were making were a goddamn Zeppelin song that he wasnât anywhere near done listening to. And then he added a finger, and then another, and it didnât matter how many times you had imagined him doing this while you had your own fingers inside you â nothing would have prepared you for how good the real thing felt.
âOh â fuck,â you gasped, and he chuckled into your sex and you had to actively think about not coming on his face and ending this whole experience early.Â
âYouâre close,â he observed, flicking his tongue over your clit as he continued to pump his fingers in and out, and it was so fucking hot how he just knew that. It was like he had been fucking you for years, the way he knew your body, your tells.
You nodded. âMmhm,â you confirmed, unable to form words with the way the coil in your abdomen was tightening.Â
âHold it,â he ordered.
Your eyes shot open, because it wasnât the command you were expecting, and you tried to lift your head to shoot him a cold glare but you couldnât. And he just kept pumping, flicking, licking, chuckling â fucking asshole.
âMm â fuck â please!â you cried out.
âWhen you come tonight, itâs gonna be on my cock. So hold it.â
You didnât think you could. You had played this game with yourself and your vibrator and your self-control was majorly lacking and God his mouth and fingers felt so fucking good and you were there, the coil wound so goddamn tight, it would take nothing for you to let it snap, and then âÂ
He stopped.
He pulled his mouth away from your core, his fingers out of your pussy, and you were writhing underneath him, because you had been right there and you needed him to be touching you again right the fuck now.
You whined.
He spanked your pussy. Not hard or anything, just enough to see if it was okay with you, and fuck, was it.Â
âStop whining,â he demanded. He positioned himself so he was hovering over you again, his face inches away from yours as he stared into your eyes. âOr Iâll give you something to whine about.â
You were curious as to what that something would be, but sensed that right now wouldnât be the best time for that question. You nodded instead.
âGood girl.â He smiled when he said it, like he knew exactly what those two words would do to you.Â
You squirmed underneath him, it had been too long since heâd last touched you. Too long being thirty seconds at most, but still. It had felt like hours.
âHas anyone ever told you,â he began, dipping his head to place a soft kiss on your collarbone, âthat you are very,â another kiss to the other side, âvery,â one more to the middle of your chest, âimpatient?â He slowly pulled down the left cup of your bra, your breast spilling out of it. âMakes me wanna take my time.âÂ
His eyes stayed glued to yours as his head moved down to your hardened nipple, taking it into his mouth at a goddamn snailâs pace. You arched your back, and he let you this time, chuckling at how easy it was to make your body react. His other hand slipped underneath you, unclasping your bra in a way that reminded you that he had a lot of experience doing so, and you refused to water the seed of jealousy that had sprouted from the thought. It didnât matter that he had done this a million times. All that mattered was that he was doing it now, with you.Â
He pulled your bra off and threw it haphazardly over his shoulder, and you were suddenly very aware of the fact that you were completely naked, and he still had 87 fucking layers on, the outermost of which was still speckled with dragon blood, and itâs not that you were anywhere near clean, but you certainly didnât want those clothes touching your bare skin.
âDean?â you rasped, and he pulled away from your nipple to give you his full attention.
âYou okay, sweetheart? Do you want to stââ
âNo! God, no. Itâs just ââ you sighed, exasperated. This was dumb. You were going to stop him for this? Your eyes landed on a spot of blood on the shoulder of his flannel. Yes, yes you were, because thatâs gross. âItâs just that your clothes are covered in monster blood and Iâm like, totally naked, and I donât want ââ
He chuckled like you were the most adorable thing heâd ever seen. âI gotchya, baby.â
Baby. Baby ? You tried not to overthink the pet name as he climbed off the bed to take his clothes off, watching you the entire time. Sweetheart, youâd been called a million times. He called everyone sweetheart. But baby? Baby was his car, and no one else. Unless, thatâs what you were to him now. His, and no one elseâs. You filed the thought away under âThings to Think About After You Lost Your Virginity to Dean Winchesterâ.
He was in nothing but his boxers now, his cock already hard underneath them, and you bit your lip as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband and slid them off. And then, there he was, exactly like youâd imagined him but also better, because this was real and happening. You gaped at him, at his size. He wasnât any bigger than the fake one you had in your nightstand, but that one was nine inches and you could never fit it all the way in. He was perfect. All of him.Â
âYou okay?â he asked again, crawling back onto the bed.
âMhm,â you managed, gulping.
He was on top of you again, his forearm holding up his weight as his free hand came to grab your thigh, hooking it over his hip and leaning down to kiss you. You could feel him against your core, his cock moving between your folds as he moved his hips, teasing you with it.Â
âDean,â you breathed.
âHm?â
âI wantâŠâ you couldnât find it in yourself to finish your request.
âI know, sweetheart,â he whispered.
You decided you liked âbabyâ better.Â
âPlease.â
âI thought you wanted me to put you in your place?â
You shook your head. âN-next time. Just, please .â
His eyebrows shot up, and you realized what you had said.Â
âNext time, huh?â he asked, with that shit-eating grin of his.Â
You rolled your eyes. He stopped moving, the smile wiped off his lips as he gripped you underneath your chin, somewhere between rough and gentle, the look on his face telling you he wasnât messing around.Â
âRoll your eyes at me again, and next time Iâll really do my worst.â
You bit back a smile, and you just knew he was thinking, Brat. But you asked your question anyway.
âBut not this time?â There was a devilish gleam in your eyes. You were tempting him, and he knew it.
âDo you ever get tired of being such a brat?âÂ
âDunno,â you shrugged. âDo you ever get tired of it?âÂ
His jaw tensed, and he forced a sardonic, closed-lip smile. âNothing I canât handle.â
âHm. But not this time, right?â
âY/N ââ he warned.
âAfraid youâre gonna hurt me? Scare me? Whatâs really keeping you from putting me in my placeâŠÂ Sir?â
For the second time that night, something in him snapped. You yelped as he flipped you over and grabbed your hips, dragging them upwards so your ass was in the air and your chest was on the mattress. Four hits to your cheeks came down in quick succession, and when you reached your hand behind you to block them, it was quickly pinned to the small of your back. Three more hits followed, accompanied by a pathetic, âOw!â from your lips.
âColor?â he questioned roughly.
âSo fucking green,â you replied, dazed.
Seven more hits followed, each one harder than the last, and you didnât think there was anything better than the sting you were feeling right now. There was nothing more you wanted than for him to mark you up like this.
âFuck, youâre dripping,â he commented. Five more hits.Â
âOh, fuck!â you cried out at the last hit, one that felt like it reverberated through your entire body. One that definitely left a handprint behind.Â
âYeah, but you like it, donât you?â It was a rhetorical question. He spanked you four more times. âYou just wanted me to mark you up, is that it? Think of me every time you sit down for the next few days, hm?â Three more.Â
âMmph!â Your cries were muffled by the comforter.Â
âYeah, I can tell. Look at this fucking mess.â He dragged his fingers through your soaked folds. âJesus Christ,â he said under his breath, and then he was flipping you back over. He nestled himself between your legs, his tip teasing your entrance. His expression softened as he stared into your eyes. âAre you sure?â
You nodded. âYeah,â you replied breathily.Â
He slid into you slow and easy, your mouth open in a silent moan as he bottomed out.Â
âGood?â he asked.
âSo fucking good.â
When he started to move, you thought you were going to die. In a good way. In a way that made you decide right there and then that when the time did come, this was how you wanted to go out.Â
âHarder,â you encouraged, and he obliged. âFaster.â
He was properly fucking you now. Hard and fast and dirty. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his ass, forcing him to go deeper. His head was buried in your neck, your nails were clawing up his back, and the room was filled with moans and pants and expletives that put a sailorâs mouth to shame.Â
âShit, baby,â he panted into your neck. âGod damn, you feel good. So fucking tight.â He sped up his thrusts, and the bed was squeaking so much that you thought it was going to fall apart underneath you, but you were too far gone to care. He reached a hand down in between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, circling it expertly. You were on the precipice of your release in seconds. And then â
âCome. Soak that fucking cock, baby. Come for me.â
And you screamed loud enough to get both you and him kicked out of the motel if they cared enough as your orgasm ripped through you. He fucked you through it, his pace only faltering moments later, right before he pulled out and painted your stomach white. It looked like a Jackson Pollock on your abdomen. Kinda hot, actually.Â
âYou okay?â Dean asked, looking down at you as he finally caught his breath.
âMore than,â you smiled.
He mirrored the look on your face before crawling off the bed and heading to the bathroom. He came back moments later with a damp washcloth, gently cleaning his masterpiece off of your skin. When he was done, he threw it across the room, aiming for the bathroom, and it landed on the tile in front of the toilet. He laid down next to you, pulling you into his chest as he pressed a soft kiss into your hair, and you wanted to ask so many questions, all at once. What were you two now? How long had he been wanting this? Would there be a next time? Instead, you opted for â
âYou know in fanfictions, they write you as a submissive most of the time.â
He snorted. âTheyâre half right.â
âA switch?â you asked, surprised. âLucky me.â
He chuckled softly. âSorry about your ass.â
You shrugged. âI was asking for it.â
âOh, you were definitely asking for it. Still, I⊠I dunno. It was your first time, I didnât want to get too ââ
âIt was perfect, Dean.â
âYeah?â
You nodded, smiling, dozing off already. âYeah.â
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Sex Education
Synopsis: In all your years of education you learned that there are many methods to study: flashcards, study groups, the pomodoro method etc. But you find that practice is better than theory. And what better way to study Biology than practice with your study buddy?
Pairing: loser!virgin!med student!Mingyu x afab!med student!reader
Genre: smut, slight crack, one shot, med school! au
Rating: mature
Word count: 2.6k
Warnings: pet names (puppy), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), creampie, size kink, choking, loss of virginity, sub!Gyu, big dick!Gyu, loser!Gyu, riding, masturbation, lemme know if I missed anything!
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Mingyu.
That's the only thing on your mind right nowânothing else, just Mingyu. You should probably be paying attention to the lesson, but how could you, with the hot nerd sitting right within your line of sight? Okay, maybe you chose this seat specifically so you could look at him without getting caught, but still! Heâs a distraction youâre more than happy to have.
You rest your chin in your hand, sighing as your eyes trace over his figure. Heâs built like a Greek godâstrong, tall, with perfectly styled black hair, and his large square glasses barely hide his handsome, tan face. Oh, what youâd give just to see him without those glasses on.
Youâve known Mingyu since middle school. You never really interacted, but you definitely noticed him around. Back in school, he was known as the nerdy kid with glasses and a scrawny, lanky frame to match. Shy and awkward, he was an easy target for bullies. But over the years, his muscle mass increased, and his frame filled out. It seems heâs been putting in serious hours at the gym, and itâs definitely paid off.
Although heâs the most handsome guy in med school, heâs still incredibly shy and reserved, keeping his circle small and close-knit. Despite numerous people, especially girls, trying to get closer to him, he just pushes them away. Thatâs why, despite your massive crush, you havenât made a move. Youâre too scared heâll shut you out and avoid you for good.
You can't help but bite your bottom lip and squeeze your thighs together as you rake your eyes over his bulging biceps, his shirt barely able to contain the muscle. Just one chokehold; one chokehold is all you're asking for, really. You sigh once again, knowing that you'll never be able to have him.
Your train of unholy thoughts is abruptly interrupted by the sound of your professor calling your name. Startled, you sit up and look towards him.
"Miss Y/N, are you even paying attention?" Prof. Choi huffs, crossing his arms.
"Of course I am, professor," you reply, flashing the sweetest smile you can manage.
"Then, for the third time, please answer the question on the board," he says, gesturing to the problem.
"UhâŠ" you trail off, completely lost.
Prof. Choi sighs and tells you to see him after class, to which you reluctantly agree. You sink into your chair, dreading whatâs to come. Shaking your head, you let out a sigh and shifted your gaze back to Mingyu, watching in awe as he effortlessly answered the very question you stumbled over. Tall, muscular, hot, and smartâhe really is the perfect guy.
You grumble as Prof. Choi calls your name, sabotaging your plan to slip out of class. Sighing, you drag yourself over to his desk, only to be surprised when Mingyu joins you. You glance between Mingyu and Prof. Choi, waiting for an explanation.
"Y/N, Iâll get straight to the pointâyouâre failing this class," Prof. Choi says. "At this rate, Iâm not sure you'll be able to move on to the next year."
Well, itâs not your fault that a hot distraction named Kim Mingyu exists.
"Thatâs why Iâve assigned Mingyu here as your tutor to help you pass," he says, nodding toward Mingyu.
Your eyes widen, and you struggle to suppress a smile. Mingyu tutoring you? Spending time alone with him? This feels like a dream come true. You silently thank both Prof. Choi and the heavens for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Mingyu gives you a shy smile. "I hope we can get along well," he says, extending his hand.
You gratefully take it, noticing the blush coloring his cheeks.
"Please take good care of me, Mingyu," you say, beaming, already looking forward to your tutoring sessions.
You smooth out your skirt one last time before opening the door for Mingyu. You made sure to wear your sluttiest outfit today. After insisting that your brain works better when you study in your room, Mingyu shyly agreed to hold the tutoring sessions there.
You smile and step aside to let him in, watching as he sheepishly steps into your house. Making sure your ass is sticking out, you made him follow you upstairs to your room.
You sat down on your bed, subtly raising your skirt, and gestured for Mingyu to take a seat next to you. He awkwardly took his seat and started pulling out his notes.
He keeps his eyes on his notes as he starts explaining todayâs lessonâsomething about the Krebs cycle, though youâre not really listening. Youâre too busy admiring his handsome face. You twirl a strand of hair and blink sweetly as you ask (hopefully relevant) questions, but he barely glances at you while answering.
After what feels like hours of studying (itâs been 30 minutes), you whine and beg him for a break, and he blushes as he agrees.
"Would you like some snacks? Or maybe water or juice?" you ask, perking up.
"Just a glass of water is fine," he mumbles, still focused on his notes.
You nod and grab a glass of water for him and a snack for yourself. Returning, you hand him the water with a smile, which he accepts with a quiet âthank you,â while you peel your banana for your snack.
You lick the tip of the banana before biting down on it, smirking when you see Mingyu gulping at your actions. Noticing you looking at him, he blushes and quickly averts his gaze.
"Want a bite?" You offer him with a sultry smirk.
"N-No, thank you," he mumbles, his ears turning red.
You giggle as you finish your banana and scoot a little closer, prompting him to continue the lesson. But heâs a stuttering mess, tripping over his words and repeatedly asking for more water to soothe his suddenly dry throat.
After stuttering his way through, Mingyu finally managed to finish the lesson. Sore from having hunched over, you stretch, not so subtly pressing your chest against his arm. Mingyu flushes, quickly gathering his notes and mumbling something about being late for a gaming session with Wonwoo.
You see him out, throwing in a wink and waving goodbye. You watch as he stumbles a bit while getting onto his Vespa and driving off. Chuckling to yourself, you can't help but smile at how cute he is.
The rest of the tutoring sessions go the same way: you not-so-subtly flirt with Mingyu, while he either purposely ignores it or remains completely oblivious. You even try to out-slut your outfits with every tutoring session, but nothing seems to work.
One night, after yet another session, you lie in bed, frustrated that Mingyu isnât picking up on your very obvious hints. Who knew the loser nerd would actually turn out to be a huge loser? You sigh, but him being a huge loser is what you find most endearing about him.
You bite your lip, remembering what he wore todayâa black polo that stretched perfectly over his muscles, jeans that hugged his thighs just right, and of course, those thick black frames.
You can't help but sneak your hand down your torso as you remember how his arm felt pressed against your boobs. They felt so strong and firm, you bet that he could easily carry you and fuck you mid-air.
You shiver as your hand sneaks under your panties. You circle your pussy, collecting your arousal before pushing a finger into your hole, sighing at the slight stretch. You moan at the thought of Mingyu's fingers being way bigger than yours. His fingers would stretch you out so well before he finally fucks you with his huge cock.
You insert another finger and start thrusting your fingers, moaning out Mingyu's name. You imagine him hovering over you as he relentlessly thrusts into you, groaning your name right beside your ear. He'd growl as your fingers rake his back, leaving angry red marks. You'd wrap your legs around his hips and push him in deeper, making him breed you.
Your other hand circles your clit as you feel yourself getting to the edge. You imagine him thrusting from behind as his large bicep chokes you, putting just enough pressure to heighten the pleasure. He'd whimper and moan in your ear, letting you know how good you feel wrapped around him. He'd fill you up with his cum, again and again, and again, until the sheets underneath you are soaked with your mixed fluids.
Your breath hitches as you cum, whispering his name like a prayer, hoping that if you say it enough times, heâll appear before you and make your dreams come true.
But he doesn't, and you're left lying in bed, sticky, sweaty, and alone.
You yawn for the umpteenth time as Mingyu drones on about anatomy; you're sure your brain has shut down by now. You sigh as you lean back onto the bed, too tired even to sit up.
"Mingyu, can we please take a break? I don't think my brain can take any more of this," you groan, resting your arm over your eyes.
"U-Uh, yeah, sure," Mingyu mumbles, fiddling with his notes. "We could always switch to a different topic if you want a change of paceâŠ"
"What's the next topic?"
"The reproductive system."
Your eyebrows shoot up, and a smirk paints your face as an idea pops into your head. You sit up and grin at Mingyu.
"Sure, let's learn about the reproductive system."
Happy that you're finally interested in a topic, Mingyu gathers his notes and starts to explain. After about 15 minutes of explanation, you put your hand over his and gently push away his notes.
"Mingyu, I donât understand the topic at all," you say with a pout, shifting to sit directly in front of him. His face turns bright red, clearly flustered. "I think it would help if we put the theory into practice so I can learn better," you purr.
Mingyu stumbles over his words, stuttering, his brain clearly short-circuiting. You giggle at his flustered state and shift to sit on his lap, your legs on either side of him.
"Will you let me use you to put the theory into practice, Mingyu?" you ask, tilting your head with a pout as you gently cup his face.
"I-Iâm not sure h-howâŠ" Mingyu stammers, swallowing hard.
"Oh, you poor thing," you coo. "It's okay, I'll guide you, puppy. Will you let me?"
He licks his lips and lets out a shaky breath before giving a small nod.
"Don't worry, puppy, I'll make sure to take good care of you," you hum as you gently remove his glasses.
He blinks and looks up at you, lips parted and cheeks flushed. You take a moment to admire his handsome face without the glasses. Cupping his face, your eyes trace over his featuresâhis strong jawline, his parted lips, and the small mole on the tip of his nose. Unable to resist, you lean in and place a gentle kiss there, making him shiver.
"Can I kiss you, puppy?" You whisper.
"P-Please," he whimpers, and you can't help but smile over how pathetic he sounds.
You lean in and press your lips against his, and he kisses back desperately, hungry for your lips. You chuckle into the kiss, his inexperience showing with every hesitant movement. When you pull back, he leans forward, chasing your lips and letting out a soft whine when you donât return the kiss.
"Puppy, if you don't behave, I will punish you," you scowl, furrowing your eyebrows.
"'m sorry," he mumbles with a pout.
You plant a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, then slowly run your hands down his torso, gently squeezing each muscle through his white polo. He moans and shivers under your touch, his eyes squeezing shut.
"Puppy works hard in the gym, hm?" You giggle, squeezing his chest slightly harder, eliciting a gasp from him.
You giggle, then start slowly dragging your hands to his arms, squeezing his biceps.
"God, your arms are so big and strong," you moan, squeezing him hard. "I want you to choke me, puppy. Can you do that for me? Choke me with your biceps?"
Letting out a shaky breath, he nods. You shift, pressing your back against his chest. He gently puts you into a chokehold and squeezes his arm slightly. Your eyes roll back, and a moan slips from your lips when you feel his biceps push against your throat.
You can't help but feel small in Mingyu's hold; he's just so big and beefy. You grind your hips against him, and you feel his grip faltering. He whimpers and pushes his erection against your butt.
"P-Please, I can't. I-It hurts," he whimpers against your ear.
You sneak down your hand and palm him through his jeans, making him groan and buck your hips against your palm.
"Need me to take care of your problem puppy?" You giggle, palming him roughly.
"Please," he strains out, choking back a moan.
He releases you from the chokehold, and you quickly clamber over to grab the bottle of lube you've stashed on the side table. You look over to see that he's already pushed his jeans and boxers down and freed his aching cock.
"Impatient are we now, puppy?" You chuckle, making his cheeks heat up.
Locking eyes with him, you give him a sultry look as you slowly peel off your panties but keep your skirt on. He gulps hard, shifting in place, anticipating your next move.
Biting your lip, you slowly crawl back over to him. You pour lube all over his cock and give him a few pumps, he whines your name and bucks his hips, making you giggle.
"Gonna make you feel so good, puppy," you whisper as you shift to hover over him.
You grab onto his shoulders and slowly sink onto his big cock, the stretch making you moan out loud. Mingyu whines and groans under you, his hands fly to your hips, fingers digging into you.
"F-Fuck," he groans, squeezing his eyes shut as your warmth slowly envelopes him.
Your mouth goes agape, and your eyes roll back when you feel his tip kiss your cervix.
"M-Move, please move. I-I can't," he begs, muscles straining under you.
You slowly lift yourself and slam back down onto him, making the both of you moan out loud. Slowly picking up your pace, you start riding him. He becomes a blubbering mess under you, moaning your name and whining at how good it feels.
"Look at the mess we're making, puppy," you pant out, lifting your skirt and showing him the sticky mess forming at the base of his cock.
He looks down at where both of you are connected and moans. He starts picking you up and slamming you down at an animalistic pace, his hips meeting you halfway. You squeal at the feeling of him rutting into you.
Unable to hold back any longer, he cums hard, filling you up to the brim with his seeds. Desperate to reach your high, you continue to ride him despite his chokes and whimpers. You capture his lips into a messy kiss to distract him from the overstimulation.
"C-Circle my clit," you mumble in between the kiss, and he complies, his hand immediately sneaking down and rubbing your clit in circles.
You yell his name as you cum around him, squeezing every drop of cum out of him. Mingyu moans, and a few tears slip from his eyes at the feeling of you squeezing him with a vice-like grip.
You both take a moment to catch your breath, your head resting on Mingyuâs shoulder as he leans back against the headboard. Licking your lips, you cup his face and look into his dazed eyes.
"You did so well, puppy," you coo, watching him blush and give you a fucked-out smile.
"But I don't think I've fully understood the topic yet. Maybe we should go over it again, just to be sure," you say before smashing your lips on his again.
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The boys catch their ladies reading smut, originally this had the books I was basing this on in them but I hadn't got the time to read the books so I remove the book titles and authors. I hope you enjoy <3
Price: Yeah, sheâs younger than him. This book is like 100% just breeding kinks. So she was reading this book about a man breeding his young woman and being super obsessive and clinging⊠while sitting in their living room⊠with her fuzzy, super obsessive, newlywed husband. âWhat are ya readin love?â He said, swiftly snatching the book from her grasp as he sat down on the couch next to her. He kicked his feet up on the couch and laid so his back was against her shins under the blanket she was bundled in. âNothing important! But you really should give it back!â She panicked, reaching for it. âHoly bloody Jesus, love. This is a casual read for you?â â... yeah.â He wiggled his eyebrows while looking up to see her. She put a hand in his face and took her book back. âYou almost made me lose my page.â
Soap: Being bent over and defiled by a hot Scotsman in a kilt? Oh hell yeah. How could you refuse?
âJesus, Bonnie, why are ye readin about this shit when ya could get the real thing with me?â He chuckled, flipping through the book she had poorly hidden in her nightstand. âMy kilt is in the closet, give me less than 10 minutes to get me socks and straps on and Iâll rock yer world harder than some words on a page ever could. Youâll see, donnae worry.â
He did indeed rock your world harder than pages ever good.
You claim and cry that you want to finish it for the plot, he says you can only read âthat filthâ when heâs away on deployment.
Says its a waste if you have a real heavy, hairy, and thick Scotsman at your disposal on the daily.
Ghost: Reading a story about a man whose face was painted like death and has charm that causes hormonal riots? Sounds exactly like her Simon. She lay on their shared bed as he packed up for their walk to the park. Her legs kicked up in the air as she read.Â
He raised an eyebrow at what could have her so giddy so he effortlessly snatched the book and was met with a nasty surprise when he looked over the words. âTake it youâd rather stay home than go to the park,â he mumbled with a smirk before bending down to kneel in front of her now with a red face.Â
âNo- no I think a walk in the park will be fine.â She nervously chuckled.
Konig: Hot giant caveman dragging a woman away to have his way with her? Basic Konig when he comes back from missions.
Grabbing his sweet girl and pulling her into the dark cave that is their bedroom, only letting either out once heâs had his way with her and showing her just how much heâs missed her.
His face was red flushed as he read over her shoulder though.
âOh meine gut, Schatz."
The scream she let out even made him fall back.
âDonât scare me like that!â
He pressed a kiss to her temple in apology.Â
âThis book made me horny, can we fuck?â She asked straight up, knowing Konig preferred her blunt. She didnât need to ask him twice.
Gaz Hot british guy? Her standards were so low for her choices in literature as long as it was someone she could imagine her Kyle as. Hmmm easy.
So when she was leading her walk with her audio book in her headphones she was more than busy. When he got a hold of one of her airpods while at the gym and she forgot he had the other one, he looked over at her with wide eyes. He texted her, âI didnât realize you were interested in being folded like that.â
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accident. | JP x Reader
PAIRING: Javier Peña x Wife!Reader
SYNOPSIS: we all make accidents. javier forgetting to pick you up at the train station was an accident. you forgetting to bring an umbrella was an accident. throwing a knife at your husband? youâre going to have prove that one was an accident to him.
WC: 3.6k
WARNINGS: SMUT, angst, mentions of weapons and knives, reader throws a knife at javier *just read youâll find out*, implied age gap, established relationship, javier is a bit older than reader, domestic au, slight dom!javi, mentions of food and cooking, profanity, bratty!reader, reader is mean but javier can be meaner, floor sex, creampie, unprotected sex, spanking, handcuffs, cum eating, brief oral (f recieving), slight non-con, rough sex, praise, degradation, post-sex sweetness, not proofread.
AUTHORS NOTE: obsessed and mentally ill. so hereâs slightly dom!javi with a ton of angst
A headache ensues in Javierâs mind.
He tries to combat it with the clouds of smoke rising through the air, the comfortable scent of tobacco and cigarettes filling his nose as he takes a drag from the stick perched in between his blistered fingers, this inhale, longer than the last.
Today had been shit. It really had. All day he had been cooped up in the office with stacks of paperwork almost taller than himself, tossed onto him and Murphy's desk by the higher ups, a high demand for deadlines with their patience being low.
Javier had been sitting in his office for almost seven hours straight, looking at papers with tiny writing and filing reports with pen until sensitive pink blisters formed around a hand that shouldâve been driving and carrying a gun today, out in the field on a mission another team had instead been tasked with.
Heâs getting old for this stuff, and he knows its true when he feels a strain in his back from shifting in his seat.
Maybe thatâs why they shoved the paperwork in the old manâs hands.
Javier leans forward, grabbing his almost empty pack of cigarettes from his desk, deciding a fourth one was necessary for tonight.
âJavier,â a voice calls for him, looking up when he sees the new secretary holding the phone facing her chest. âYouâve got a callâ
âFrom whoâ he says gruffly, brows furrowed. He lights the cigarette with his lighter, tossing it onto his desk and taking another puff.
âItâs your wife,â The secretary states. âsheâs asking what you want for dinner.â
Javier stops in the middle of flicking the ashes, letting the cigarette sit warm in his fingers when he turns his head so he could see her correctly.
Your sweet voice calls out through the receiver, a chill running down Javier's spine when he makes out that it really is you.
âYeah, Sherry, itâs fine if heâs busy, just let him know I called. Tell him dinnerâll be late tonight, at around 10.â you piped up sweetly, saying goodbye to your husband's secretary before hanging up the call.
She leaves after telling him what he already heard, but Javier is quick to immediately put out the burning cigarette and quickly grab his coat, making his way out the office.
âPeña, Where are you going? We only got a few more stacks leftâ Murphy calls out, hair in a mess from the many stressful tugs and his own cigarette nestled in between his fingers.
âmy wife.â Javier replies, suddenly not liking the bitter taste in his mouth.
âItâs raining outside, youâre gonna get drenchedâ the blonde tells him, shaking his head as he took a drag from his own cancer stick.
Javier stops in his tracks, looking outside the window to see his partner was right. It was pouring out there, hardly able to even make out the cars in the parking lot.
Him getting wet was the least of his worries. It was you, he was thinking of.
âFucking hell.â
_
You set the receiver down on the living room table. The ticking of the clock resonating in the silent house before a sigh finally escaping your lips.
Droplets of rain water cloud your vision, cheeks pink from the cold as water dripped onto your wooden floorboards.
Fists clench and unclench around the handle of the umbrella given to you by an old lady at the train station.
âA girl like yourself shouldnât be alone in the rain, mijaâ she insisted, letting you take her frilly umbrella as her son would pick her up shortly.
Javier was supposed to pick you up too.
But after forty minutes of standing out in the rainy weather under a flimsy roof as you waited for his truck to pick you up, you disappointedly caught a taxi and drove home by yourself
You were returning from your visit to your sick grandmother. You were her only granddaughter who she called the week prior, telling you how she missed you and wanted you to visit.
Javier insisted you went, not wanting to hold you back and assured he would come to pick you up at the station after the weekend spent with her.
What a fucking liar, you thought to yourself.
You quickly undressed your wet clothes, the outcome of having to have walked in rain to find an available taxi this evening.
You're curious to see the look on Javierâs face when you make him beg on his knees and ask for forgiveness. Maybe you wouldnât even kiss him tonight, thinking in silence as you prepared for dinner.
You definitely werenât trying to think about what an excellent opportunity this was to be a brat.
â
Javier parks into his quiet drive way exactly thirty minutes before 10. Thatâs thirty minutes of trying to get on your good graces and pray that he wouldnât be sleeping outside tonight.
When he opens the door to the house, his heart beats fast. Prepared to see you ready to lash out at him, heâs instead surprised with the aromas of spices and your homemade cooking wafting to his nose, unconsciously realizing that he skipped lunch today from how caught up he was with work.
Picking up your wet jacket from the floor, Javier slots his keys and sunglasses in the bowl by the entrance, hanging his own jacket as well before he makes his way quietly to the glowing kitchen.
The stovepot is on a low boil, and he sees you in a long t-shirt, one that you made sure wasnât his. Your hair is damp, probably from a shower as you swiftly work your hands away in prepping the vegetables.
Javier mumbles quietly in a gruff voice. âYou, uh, left your coat on the floor.â
Thwack.
An aggressive chop at the carrots replaces your words, each cut piercing louder like a gunshot ringing in his ears.
âHermosa, I am so sorry.â Javier begins sighing because he knows he fucked up real bad this time.
Thwack. You moved onto the chicken meat.
âThereâs no excuse baby, I wasnât keeping track after being cooped up in the office today.â he sighs, brows furrowing as big brown eyes stared into your back.
Thwack. Thwack.
The DEA agent flinches at the sound of the raw chicken being butchered by your swift, angry hands. Youâre not facing Javier directly and yet he can already see your glaring eyes. He sighs, not wanting to fight you. He tries to lighten the mood, voice soft as he comments.
âQuĂ© te ha hecho ese pobre polloâ
You donât reply, let alone acknowledge your husband, continuing to brutally dice the chicken on the cutting board before turning around to wash your hands.
Javier watches you swiftly work in your kitchen, feeling sorry as he still watches you prepare dinner for the two of you after such a long train ride.
He moves forward, rolling his sleeves as he tries to help you . âQuerida, Iâll help with the pot-â
The clang of the knife hitting the cutting board echoes in the kitchen, finally looking up to face your husband. Javier leans back, resting against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and gun holsters unremoved after coming home.
You try to ignore how tired he genuinely looks, reminding yourself you were just the same when standing all alone for that one hour.
âYâknow what Javier?â You begin, eyes watering and nose twitching in anger. Javier stays silent, staring at you with sincerity.
âFuck youâ you spit, pointing an accusing finger at the man. âfuck you and your fucking DEA work, Javierâ
âMi-â
âI had to wait forty minutes outside in rainy weather, trying to see if every car passing by would be yours.â you said, voice breaking towards the end. You felt uncomfortable waiting by yourself.
Javier shuts his eyes, forehead wrinkling as he tries to calm you down. He draws your name out in a firm but gentle tone.
You ignore him, replacing his words with your attitude. âYou always do this!â you exclaim, voice rising.
âLeaving your wife and family second while you think itâs cool to go and chase criminals while risking your goddamn life.â You mutter, glaring at your husband.
âI didnât want to leave you at the station all alone, honey. Iâve been sitting at my desk since afternoon drowning in paperwork the higher-ups dumped on usâ he presses, eyes sincere but patience wearing thin.
You scoff, shaking your head. âSo even stupid paperwork makes you forget your wife.â
Javier pinches his nose bridge, his head pounding as he tries to communicate with you.
You go back to cutting your vegetables, mumbling under your breath. âWho the fuck in BogotĂĄ is giving you credit for slaving away all day trying to catch Escobar, hm?â
The words pierce through Javierâs heart.
Your eyes light up in fake sarcasm. âOh, I bet itâs the fact that youâre too busy being a fucking doormat to all the younger agents at work arenât you? What, Murphy said he canât do his share of the work so he gave you his leftovers?â You spit.
âHey," Javier snapped, gruffly and darkly. He looked at you, eyes narrowed and dark. "Stop it. I've told you."
Anger gets the best of you as you turn to the cutting board. Grabbing the first thing you saw.
A carrot piece shoots in his way. Javier flinches, the food hitting his chest. Your husband stands there, stunned at his wifeâs childish behavior.
âGo fuck yourself, Peñaâ you say menacingly.
âWe donât throw food in this house, mamaâ he barks, hands on the hips of his belt, gun and badge tucked in his back. He would never use them on you.
A celery stick slaps Javier in the face this time, making his patience hanging on by a thread even thinner.
Maybe he could whip out the handcuffs.
âDont you fucking call me that!â you said spitefully, throwing anything and everything you could at the man who dodged your attacks.
âQuerida!â Javier raises his voice at you, a growl in his words.
You felt the cold, hard material in your hands for a split second before youâre throwing it at him, almost wondering yourself why you were getting so angry at Javier.
You didnât want to fight this bad, but at the same time you were sick of watching him work himself to death, forgetting about you. This wasnât the first time he did something like this.
But you already crossed that line. You both stand in silence, holding your breath as you realized what you threw.
Now it was your turn to fuck things up.
Javierâs lip snarls and his mustache is in a scary frown when he shifts his head.
Only a few inches beside his face lands a dull potato knife, wedged in the kitchen cupboards above. It wouldnât have worked on anything since it was unsharpened and unused, but the tremendous force you had thrown it with allowed it to have been lodged in the wood.
You gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth.
You both watch Javier slowly raise his hand, pulling the knife inches beside his head with ease before tossing it into the sink. The clatter of the metal blade hitting the sink rings in the kitchen. A swarm of guilt fills your chest as you stand still in fear.
âJavi⊠I-Iâm so sorryâ you say, heart beating against your chest, cautiously awaiting a reaction from him.
Javier dusts off the carrot peels on his shoulder, watching as his jaw tenses but shoulders relax.
âCome here.â he all but says quietly. You see Javier reaching for his back pocket, taking out his gun and badge and placing it on the counter.
That wasnât what scared you.
What scared you was then seeing Javier pull out the silver handcuffs lodged in his back pocket. Your eyes widened at the sight of him playing around with them.
âJavi, Iâll go get the-â
âCome. Here.â Javier cuts you off, staring at you with dark eyes.
You swiftly shake your head, refusing to go. âIt was an accident!â You exclaimed, dashing out the kitchen as you tried to escape Javier who was hot on your heels.
âHoney.â he says in a not so endearing way, a warning edge to his voice.
Tears littered your cheeks, knowing that you pushed Javierâs limits and that he would really punish you for how bratty you had been tonight.
You gasp, running up the stairs before strong arms encaged your frame, desperately trying to escape before shrieking in surprise as Javier hoisted you over his shoulder, a loud and painful smack being brought down to your ass by his strong hands. You grimaced, helplessly being brought to the kitchen in swift strides.
âIt was an accident, Iâm sorry, I was just so angry!â You wailed, groaning as your back hit the carpeted floors of your living room. Your vision was hazy, the dizziness getting to you as you saw Javier leave the room into the kitchen, and come back a few moments later. This time, he was unbuttoning his shirt, his forest of chest hair and strong muscles peeking through.
Javier took a deep breath, eying the way your t-shirt had hiked all the way up so your panties were showing. Your hair spread around your head like a halo, and he noticed how you clenched your thighs together in vulnerability.
âSome accidents need to be punished, babyâ he muttered darkly.
You sobbed softly, nose red as you turned your head to the side, looking away from Javiâs menacing look. He didnât mind, he knew once he was done messing with you, you would be clawing at his chest, begging him to fuck you properly while looking into his eyes. Javier leans down at your level, crawling on your body so he was on top and you were trapped on the bottom. He rips your t-shirt off of you, leaving you in your bare state with panties flimsy enough he could rip them with his teeth. Not today though, he had other things in mind.
He coos at your weak state, dropping his head so he could press a kiss to your sensitive neck, giving a small nip that made you yelp. Two large hands come to play with your nipples, pulling each one hard in between his fingers as you moaned hysterically.
âWhat did I say about being fucking mean?â He says roughly. He inhales your scent, smelling a sweet sense of fear.
âCarino,â a warm voice calls out, you can feel the grin spreading on Javierâs face. You cry in a mix of pain and pleasure when he flips you on your tummy, cheek pressing against the rough carpet material as Javier slots his hard member encased in his jeans, right by the curve of your ass.
âAnswer me, mamaâ
A clinking of metal makes you cry out in protest. No, you wanted to say, feeling Javier cuff you behind your back like you were one of his petty drug thiefs. But a slap to your ass cheek makes you gasp, eyes shutting as Javier pulls your panties off.
âBeing mean gets me punishedâ you responded softly, a pool of desire aching in your folds as you almost tutted your ass up to show him you were ready. âIâm sorry, Javierâ you sniffled quietly, hoping he would hear.
Javier laughs, cocking his head to the side as one hand groped the flesh of your bum, and the other undid his belt buckle. The sound makes your mouth water, wondering if heâll let you suck him off too for forgiveness.
âSo you do know how to be nice?â He groans, giving you no time before his hard members penetrates your entrance, head turning back and eyes rolling when you clenched around his dick so well. âJavier!â You screamed, eyes rolling back in pleasure from the strong stretch.
Your arms ached, desperate for release so you could brace yourself against the floor for every hard thrust your husband would give you.
âListen carefully, queridaâ he moans into your ear, humping you as you moaned loudly. âYouâre gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, alright?â When there was no answer, he slapped your cheek again, this time echoing throughout the living room and leaving a red splotch on your ass. âAnswer me.â He growled, patience growing thin from your pathetic wailing.
You grit your teeth, hating the fact that you were supposed to be mad at Javier for forgetting about you, and yet here you were receiving back shots with a stinging red ass.
âYes, Javierâ you said back, feeling his girth stretch your walls.
âGood. And once Iâm done fucking my pretty wife, youâre gonna suck me off like you mean it. That sounds good mi amor?â
You nodded in return, eyes shut and panting like a slut from the feeling of Javier slowing down his thrusts, deepening every stroke.
âYes, Javierâ you repeated.
He smiled, kissing your neck sweetly, contrasting his hip movements. âThank you, mamaâ he replied, cherishing your sweet moans and gasps as he went at a deeper, harder pace.
Itâs delirious, the whole situation. You feel as though youâre on cloud nine with the way Javier is so possessive of you, caging you like a butterfly in his garden with the apple of desire.
You felt sinful. You felt glorious. You needed his release to fill you up so badly.
âJaviâŠâ you muttered, tits starting to get carpet burn from being fucked against the ground.
âI know mama, youâre doing so good for me. Taking your lesson so wellâ he groans, sweat beading at his forehead.
You were aching and begging for orgasm, but feeling Javier rut into you so passionately made it all worth it. It dissolved any anger, any resentment from earlier because you knew how good he could take care of you.
âYouâre so fucking mean sometimes, you know that?â he tells you, brows furrowed and concentrated on fucking the daylights out of you. You could feel the handprints marking your hips, wondering how many of Javierâs marks would be on you tomorrow morning.
âI knowâ you sigh, feeling a slap come down on your ass as you groan louder.
âYouâre so fucking stubborn sometimes, you know that too?â you pant, squirming under your cuffs. Javier shudders, your walls sucking him a little too well.
âI know.â He says back gruffly.
Javier feels the knot untying in his stomach, too late to tell you verbally as you felt his warm seed leak inside, cumming first.
âMeridaâ
You were also close, loving how despite already coming, Javier was fucking you so that you could cum too.
âIâm gonnaâ you pant, forgetting to finish your words as you felt hot liquid threatening to spill from every stroke he made in your hole.
Javier whispers, pressing ticklish kisses from his mustache to your bare shoulder. âCum on my cock, baby, you know what to doâ he muttered, both of you groaning loudly as both your releases became mixed inside you.
âOh fuck, Javi!â you scream, hair a mess and pussy aching.
You feel dizzy, used but happy, shivering as a large sludge of your cum spills out and drips down your thigh to the carpet.
Javier is quick to lap you up with his tongue, slotting his face in your ass as he filthily cleans you up.
âCan you get these off me, please?â you ask him meekly, relishing the feeling of your sensitive wrists when they touch the cool air.
Your husband presses a kiss to each one, marking your ass and shoulders with playful hickeys and bruises.
You both catch your breath for a moment, Javier turning you over so you were facing the ceiling, your sensitive tits perking up.
Itâs all so sudden but before you two realize it, youâre latching onto each other immediately, hungrily sharing a kiss as your arms wrap around his neck.
âHermosa,â he tries to begin, before being shushed by you, pulling him back in to lovingly kiss your husband.
Sure, rough sex was great, but god did you love just kissing Javier absentmindedly. You had to touch each other, kiss each other, that was how you two made up.
âLo siento, hermosaâ he sighs, wanting to get lost in your embrace. You smile, knowing that Javier is sincere. âMe too.â You reply, voices hushed as it was now later in the night, the neighbors probably aware of what had happened next door. A moment passes.
âDidnât you say you wanted me to suck you off?â you asked innocently, gazing up at Javier as your head rested on his chest.
He grins, softly whispering a later as he played with your hair, cock soft against his thigh as your leg nudges it playfully.
He growls, nipping your ear. âBehaveâ he says firmly, cheeks rosy. This time you listen.
âWho picked you up today then if I didnât come?â Javi asks, reaching over to wrap a blanket around you two near the fireplace.
You smile, knowing that you canât always listen to Javierâs warnings. âJust some cute young taxi driver. Asked me for my number yâknowâ you grinned.
Javier looks down, eyes darkening as he mutters softly. âUnless youâre gonna be a brat again, you better watch yourselfâ he reaches for your mound, cupping you softly so you moan in pleasure, still sensitive from the previous activities. He hoists you above his stomach, feeling your nails scratch his pudge and bend down as you give him a kiss. âIâm just messing with youâ you giggle, a familiar feeling coming back when his bare cock is nestled by your thighs. âHe was old. A grandpapiâ you said, feeling his hands roam the flesh of your ass.
You press a hand against Javierâs chest, giggling as you peck his jawline. He rolls his eyes, hands wrapping around your waist instinctively.
âI missed you.â he mutters, feeling you up.
You smile, remembering how warm it is on top of your husband before you shut your eyes softly.âMe too.â
You look up, apologizing to him. âSorry for almost stabbing you with that knifeâ
You feel the vibrations and sounds of a loud chuckle, Javier holding on to you. âIt was an accidentâ you mumble, circling shapes on his skin. He knows.
You make up for it by leaning in, pressing kisses under the shell of his ear. Whispering how youâll let him stuff his cock in your mouth again to get even.
Fuck it, he thinks. Heâd let you kill him anyday.
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moth to a flame
bucky barnes x reader / winter soldier x reader
"I know you. even when I know nothing else, even when I don't know myself, I know you."
word count: 4.9k
summary: bucky is triggered into the winter soldier during a mission and then goes MIA, until he seeks you out in the middle of the night.
warnings/tags: SMUT, canon divergence (bucky hasn't been successfully deprogrammed in this), kind of dub-con, language, some violence, reader is afab, no use of y/n, friends with benefits situation, angst with a happy ending, 18+ only
âYou've reached Bucky. I can't answer the phone right now but leave me a messââ
You hang up before the voicemail recording finishes. You already knew he wasn't going to answer, just as he hasn't answered any of the other thirty-something times you've dialed his number over the course of the last few days. Or read any of the two dozen text messages.
The messages had stopped delivering and the calls had started going straight to voicemail almost two days ago at this point. And yet you still got your hopes up every time you checked your phone, only to be met with gut-wrenching, nauseating disappointment.
It had now been three days of this - not to mention picking your cuticles until they bleed, flipping back and forth between every news station on your TV in hopes (and fear) of seeing his name, a few collective hours of sleep each night, and too much Red Bull.
Just when you were thinking about trying to kick your caffeine addiction, too.
Three days of feeling completely and utterly helpless.
You place the phone back down on your coffee table, staring down at the thick, white cast encasing your left leg from your foot to just under your knee.
Useless.
You knew you were doing what you physically could - the spread of laptops and tablets on the table in front of you continuously supplying data from facial recognition programs across the United States.
Realistically, you knew he could be on the other side of the world by now, but that didn't stop you from checking. It was the only thing that you felt you had any control over right now.
But it wasn't enough. Not when Steve, Sam, Natasha, Sharon, and every other currently able-bodied team member are out scouring every safehouse and known former HYDRA base in the tri-state area while you're holed up in your apartment with a fractured fibula and a brain that won't let you stop reliving the moments before he went missing.
âThis is as straightforward as it gets,â Steve re-assures you both for what felt like the dozenth time that day. âYou'll be in and out in no time.â
âSo straight-forward that you're going to hang back here while we do all the dirty work?â You joke as you make the final adjustments to your parachute.
âWe've been monitoring this base for months,â he reminds you. âThis place is as abandoned as they come. Get in, get the intel from the database, and get back to the jet.â
âAnd then blow the place to smithereens,â Bucky adds with a devious grin.
âAnd then blow the place to smithereens,â Steve agrees.
If only things had been as simple as he had expected.
You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach from the moment that you and Bucky landed on the ground outside of the HYDRA base. You told yourself that you were being irrational - but you couldn't shake the looming feeling that something was going to go wrong.
âSee?â Bucky says after removing the USB drive from the computer. He sticks the device in the breast pocket of his tactical vest before edging you towards the desk. âEasy-peasy. You've been worried for nothing.â
âI have not been worried,â you deny, leaning against the edge of the desk. âThis place is just old, and smelly, and creepy.â
Bucky takes a step closer to you so that there's no space left between you. He places his hands on the desk on either side of you, enclosing you.
âYou think that I can't tell when you're nervous?â He says quietly, studying your face. You can smell a lingering hint of cool mint from his mouthwash. âThat I haven't spent enough time learning your body to read you like an open book?â
Your thighs clench together and your nipples pebble at his words. You're almost embarrassed at how easily his voice, his scent, his closeness elicits a physical response from your body. Almost.
âWhat I think,â you murmur against his mouth. His hands come to grip your hips as he nudges your thighs open, standing between your legs. âIs you're crazy if you're thinking about trying to fuck me in an abandoned HYDRA warehouse.â
He exhales a dramatic sigh. âYou can't blame me for trying.â
âI am relieved to know that you'd even want to do that here,â you say, hopping down from where you're perched on the desk. âI really think that shows you've processed your traumaââ
You're cut off by the room going completely dark. Every light, every computer, turns to black.
Bucky's flesh hand instinctively reaches to grab your wrist in the dark, tugging you to him.
âWhat the fuck,â he groans under his breath.
âWe need to get out ofââ you start to state the obvious but close your mouth when the computer that you and Bucky had retrieved the data from turns back on.
And then a computer to the right - and then across the room - and another to the right - and one to left - until every computer is on and showing the exact same screen. Bucky's hand grips yours so tightly that it borders on being painful.
Displayed on dozens of screens throughout the room is the face of a man. A man who you've never met, but recognize immediately.
âZola,â Bucky whispers almost inaudibly.
âSergeant Barnes,â Zola addresses him with a perverted smile. âWelcome home,â his voice pours from every computer speaker throughout the room and echoes off the walls.
âSteve?â You whisper urgently, clicking on the communication device hidden in your ear. âSteve, we've got a probââ
âThere's no use in that,â Zola interrupts you. âIt's too late. They're almost here.â
The following sixty seconds were a jumbled blur that you were still trying to piece together in your mind.
You remember hearing the stream of words spoken in Russian.
Longing. Rusted. Seventeen.
You remember Bucky screaming at you to run, the sound of Steve's voice in your ear telling you that back-up was on the way and asking a dozen questions that you were too overwhelmed to respond to.
Daybreak. Furnace. Nine.
You remember begging Steve to hurry. You remember pleading with Bucky to come with you to try to get away; pleading with him to just look at you, just stay with you, help is coming -
Benign. Homecoming. One.
You remember the moment that Bucky went completely still as the room was infiltrated by HYDRA agents.
Freight car.
You knew that Bucky wasn't there anymore. You could sense it in his stance, in the way he wouldn't meet your eyes, in his silence.
Before you could say anything else to him, close to a dozen HYDRA agents came barreling towards you both. He charged through them, taking down one after the next with ease, until there were just a few left standing.
It was a side of Bucky you'd never seen. You thought that you had witnessed his strength, his agility, his determination, his ruthlessness working beside him in this field - but you then saw just how much he had been holding back.
He fled past the remaining few, out the door and down the hallway of the warehouse. The agents turned to follow him, forgetting about you - until you threw a knife directly into one's neck from behind.
Another agent shot at you, the blow hitting your bulletproof vest and sending you flying backwards onto hard cement.
Before you could catch your breath, there was a sharp cracking noise and a blinding pain radiating from your lower leg - but it was short lived.
The last thing you recall is the man's boot swinging towards your face.
You woke up some number of hours later, in a hospital bed with your temple throbbing and leg elevated in a cast.
âHey,â a soft voice calls from your right. Natasha stands up from the singular chair in the room, both concern and relief evident across her features. âYou're okay,â she begins to assure you. âYou have a concussion and a fracturedââ
âWhere's Bucky?â You interrupt her, your voice scratchy. You clear your throat. âIs he okay? Did Steve find him? Did HYDRA getââ
âHYDRA didn't get him. Steve took care of the last of the agents after him,â she stops you from rambling. There's an immediate sense of relief wash over you.
âBut we haven't found him yet,â she adds carefully. âEveryone is out searching for him now. You know we won't stop untilââ
A gentle knock on your apartment door snaps you back to reality.
You freeze, your heart jumping to your throat. You stand as quickly as you can manage, grabbing your crutches propped up next to you on the couch.
âIt's just me,â a feminine voice calls from the other side of the door. Your heart goes from your throat to your stomach. Not him.
âI'm sorry, I should have text you first,â Natasha continues. âBut I brought you food. Street tacos fromââ
You turn the deadbolt and unhook the chain lock before swinging the door open.
âYou lookââ
âLike hammered shit?â You finish for her, nodding your head towards the inside of the apartment as indication for her to come in.
âI was going to say exhausted,â she says, walking past you with a large paper sack of take-out food. Your stomach growls at the aroma - when was the last time you ate something more than a bowl of cereal or granola bar?
âYour favorite,â she tells you, placing the bag on the kitchen counter. âExtra salsa verde and lime wedges. Have you gotten any sleep recently?â Her eyes skim across the empty energy drink cans littered around the kitchen.
You maneuver yourself onto one of the barstools at the kitchen's small island, leaning your crutches on the edge of the counter.
âYes,â you mumble. âFor forty-five minutes from 2:30 to 3:15 today.â
She lets out a long groan, rolling her eyes at you.
âYou're supposed to be healing from a concussion,â she reminds you, taking a seat for herself. âWhich generally doesn't include sleep deprivation and excessive use of computer screens.â She stares in the direction of the array of laptops that overcrowd the limited space of your coffee table.
âDid you find anything in Connecticut? What about Sam, is he back from New Jersey?â You ask, ignoring her concerns as you unbox your food.
âConnecticut was a dead-end,â she sighs. âWe're still waiting to hear back from Sam. There's a safehouse up in Vermont that Steve wants to head to tomorrowââ
âYou don't think there's a chance of him letting me tag along for that, do you?â You tap the edge of your cast against the base of the island with your foot.
Her eyes soften as she looks at you. You already knew the answer.
âI know this is really hard for you,â she says delicately. âI may not know exactly what has been going on between you and Barnes these last few months, but it's obvious you care a lot for him. We all do. We are going to find him and bring him home,â she assures you.
You nod at her in agreement, not quite trusting your voice enough to speak.
Your eyes sting as you attempt to blink away the tears that threaten to spill over. You had yet to allow yourself to spend any time crying these last few days and you didn't wish to start now.
Her words remind you that no one knows exactly why you are taking Bucky's disappearance so harshly. You assume that your friends have their suspicions about your and Bucky's arrangement but the two of you had agreed to keep it between yourselves.
They didn't know it had started off being a weekly occurrence - late Sunday evenings, your apartment. Or how it had quickly escalated from once a week to twice, and then from two times a week to three - and instead of just your apartment, it would happen anywhere the two of you had a private (and sometimes public) moment - up against the wall of the communal showers at the compound's gym, in the back of the Quinjet after missions while everyone else would be sleeping on the flight back home, even during team meetings with his hand creeping between your thighs while you try to stay quiet enough to not draw any attention to yourselves.
They didn't know you were supposed to be friends with benefits but that at some point during the days and nights spent underneath one another, the line between friends and something more became blurry for you.
You had just been too chickenshit to tell him.
Natasha sits across from you as you inhale the Mexican food that she brought you. She doesn't say anything else, just keeps you company in a comfortable silence as you eat your first legitimate meal in days.
âThank you,â you tell her as you're finishing your food. âI appreciate you. I've been going a little crazy here by myself,â you add meekly.
âOf course.â She stands back up. âI would stay longer, but I've got to prepare for Vermont. We're leaving early in the morning.â
âBe safe. All of you,â you remind her. âLet me know if you guys find anything. Just tell me if there's anything at all I can do. And please let me know when you hear from Samââ
âYou'll be the first to know when there's anything to know,â she assures you gently.
âThanks, Nat.â
âYou just try to get some rest, okay?â She requests as she walks toward the door. âMaybe drink some water, possibly consider taking a nice, long showerâŠâ
âGoodbye, Natasha.â
She's chuckling as she closes the door behind her.
You lower your nose to your armpit as soon as the door clicks shut, inhaling.
Maybe she makes a valid point about showering.
Half an hour later, there's a heavy rain beating against the windows of your apartment when you finish bathing. You secure a towel around your chest before yanking off the garbage bag that you had wrapped around your cast well enough for you to rinse off.
Belly full and body clean, you felt somewhat better; at least physically.
You listen to the rain pound down as you sit on the edge of the bathtub, massaging lotion into your skin, and wonder where Bucky is right now - if he's safe, if it's raining wherever he's at, if he's somewhere dry -
You come to a sudden halt in the middle of brushing your teeth. It's hard to tell over the deafening roar of the rain and your bathroom fan, but you could have sworn you heard the creaking of a door or window from your living room.
I double checked the door locks after Nat left, you rationalize to yourself. This apartment is on the fourth floor, no one is going to climb the fire escapes toâ
There's an unmistakable shadow visible through the crack at the bottom of the bathroom door. It's gone as quickly as it appears.
Shit. You start to panic as you realize you left your cell phone in the kitchen. As quietly as you can, you look around the small room for something to defend yourself with. A hair dryer, dental floss, a few weekâs worth of dirty laundry..
You hear the creaking of floorboards as footsteps seem to creep closer and closer to the bathroom door.
Crutches. You have two crutches. You can clobber them with your crutches.
âI can hear you,â you call to whoever is just beyond the door. âI know youâre out there.â
Silence. No hint of any further movement.
You place one crutch under your left armpit for support, keeping the other one ready to wield as a weapon. âYou have ten seconds to get out of my apartment,â you say a bit louder, willing your voice not to waver. âI have a weapon.â
Yeah, a weapon. If you can call it that.
Ten seconds come and go, followed by another ten seconds.
You werenât going to let someone play this game with you in your own home.
Taking one last deep breath and tightening your grip on the defense crutch, you sling the bathroom door open quickly.
âOh my god,â you exclaim, immediately relaxing your weight against the crutches, releasing the death grip that you had on your uninjured side.
Itâs dark in your bedroom save for a few pale orange string lights hung around your bed frame and the light that spills in from the bathroom, but you would recognize his broad frame anywhere.
âThank fuck youâre okay,â you exhale, swinging yourself over to where he stands at the foot of your bed. When youâre a little over a foot away from him, you realize heâs sopping wet - his hair dripping water droplets and his skin dewy. His clothing, the same clothing that you last saw him in three days ago, clings to his body like a second skin.
He remains still as a statue, and as silent as one.
âAre you okay?â You ask him apprehensively. You give him a once over, from head to toe. You don't see any noticeable injuries, but he is trembling.
âBucky?â You ask in a small voice.
His lips are set in a hard line. He doesn't answer, just stares at you. Stares at you like heâs trying to figure out why heâs here.
Stares at you like heâs trying to decide if he knows you or not.
The immense relief that you had felt at knowing he's alive is washed away by a sinking feeling.
His eyes trail from your face and slowly down your towel-clad body. He pauses when he gets to your foot, glancing back and forth from your cast to the crutches on either side. His brows furrow together - almost like he's in pain.
âI'm okay,â you assure him in a shaky voice. âIt's just a fracture,â you explain. âI'll be healed in no time.â
You notice that his features relax a bit at your words - just enough to give you hope that Bucky, your Bucky, is in there and he's listening to you.
Do whatever you have to do to keep him here. Don't let him out of your sight. Help him remember who he is, your inner monologue screams at you. Just don't let him run away again.
âAre you cold?â You ask him. You're not necessarily expecting him to answer, you're just trying to put him at ease. âHow about we get you some dry clothes?â You add, nodding towards his drenched henley.
You retreat into the bathroom, grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that he'd left over the last time he had stayed the night - the night before he went missing. They were at the top of the laundry basket - maybe not the cleanest, but better that the wet, dirty clothing he's in currently.
You limp your way back over to where he stands at your bed, leaning against the mattress for support. You set your crutches down and hand him the shirt and pants, which he hesitantly accepts. He makes no move to remove the wet clothes from his body, instead gently places the dry clothes onto the mattress beside him.
âWould you like some help?â you offer cautiously, terrified of doing anything that could cause him to run. You slowly reach towards the clothing that he had just placed on the bed, but he stops you before you can pick the t-shirt back up - grasping your wrist in his vibranium hand.
You canât stop the small gasp that escapes past your lips. His hold on you is firm, but not painful. You could rip your hand from him if you wanted to - but you donât.
Instead, you let him hold your hand as he begins to rub his metal thumb in a circular motion next to yours. Youâre frozen; watching him carefully as he examines the movements his metal digit makes on your skin.
The goosebumps that appear in the wake of his touch donât go unnoticed by him. His eyes trail from where his hand holds yours and up the expanse of your arm, until they land on your exposed neck. The towel covering your midsection has started to come loose, hanging low enough to reveal the top of your breasts.
He drops your hand, taking a step closer to you. You have to remind yourself to breathe - your Bucky is in there. Your Bucky, who is gentle, and soft, and would never do anything to cause you harm.
You have to trust that.
He brings his vibranium fingers up to the edge of the towel, trailing them across the mounds of your breasts. Your nipples harden right away, visible through the thin material of the towel.
You would let this play out however he wants it to. However he needs it to.
When his index finger stops where the towel is tucked into itself at your side, you forget how to breathe. He pauses for a split-second before unhooking the cloth and letting it fall to your feet.
He drinks in the sight of you bare before him, his jaw clenched and pupils dilated.
Dozens of times he has seen you like this, and never have you felt so completely vulnerable under his gaze.
And still there's a slickness gathering at the apex of your thighs.
He brings his flesh hand to your waist, putting the faintest bit of pressure against your skin. You close your eyes at the sensation - he's barely fucking touching you and you could melt into him.
Your name falls off of his lips - it's barely even a whisper, nearly inaudible but unmistakable. Your name. He remembers your name.
âBucky,â your voice cracks when you whisper his own name back to him. His eyes snap up to yours, a mix of realization and hesitation brewing in them.
You bring both of your hands to the tail of his wet shirt, giving him time to pull away before you start to tug the shirt upwards. He doesn't stop you - in fact, he raises his own arms to help you tug the soaked fabric off of him. You toss the shirt in the general direction of your bathroom.
You didn't think there would ever come a time that the sight of him getting naked for you wouldn't make you want to drool.
You unsnap the button of his tactical pants, keeping your eyes on his face the whole time, hyper-analyzing his expression for any sign of reluctance.
You dip your fingers past the waistband of his boxers, his eyes fluttering closed as your hand travels lower.
He's already fully hard as you hold him, stroking him as best you can from inside the confines of his underwear and pants. You pump him in your hand and his head rolls back so that he's looking up at your ceiling.
Fuck, it takes all the restraint you possess to resist leaning forward and sucking on his neck.
Another time, you tell yourself, anxious about overwhelming him.
He curses under his breath - something in Russian that you don't recognize but the expression on his face indicates it to be a praise. There's a shift in his initially reserved, unsure demeanor when you begin to pump him faster.
His head snaps back down, his eyes raking up and down your body once more before he brings his hands to your lower back, maneuvering you against the bed.
You scoot until your back comes in contact with the cool satin of your pillows, relaxing into the bedding. At last Bucky begins to shed the layers of wet clothing covering his lower half, not taking his eyes off of your body as he removes his boots, followed by his pants and boxers.
He kneels on the mattress, crawling above where you lay. You want nothing more than to grab him by the shoulders and pull his mouth to yours, but you are going to let him call the shots.
He nudges your thighs apart with his knee, nestling himself between your legs. He grasps your breast in his vibranium hand, giving it a firm squeeze before rolling your nipple between his icy fingers.
He lowers himself so that he's belly down on your mattress, his face inches away from your pussy. He removes his hand from your breast and you let out a small whimper of disappointment at the abrupt lack of sensation. He uses that same hand to hike your uninjured leg over his shoulder, securing his head between the soft interior of your thighs.
He kisses you, starting at your belly button and working his way to your center. His lips feel like fire against your skin. You keep your hips planted firmly on the bed, fighting the urge to thrust your pussy up to his face.
âPlease,â you whine. âBucky, please.â You swear you can see the faintest trace of a smirk that looks so undeniably Bucky.
You clench your thighs around his face and he lets out a low, guttural groan as his mouth makes contact with you.
Normally, Bucky closes his eyes while he's going down on you - gets completely lost in it. Right now, his eyes are wide open - making sure he doesn't miss the way your mouth gapes when he rolls his tongue around your clit and the way your chest heaves when he nudges his tongue inside you.
You don't know which you find hotter.
You can already feel the tightening of a coil in your lower belly, making it impossible to resist rolling your hips to meet the torturous pace he's set with his tongue. You grind against his face, the thin layer of stubble that's grown across his jaw since you last saw him scratching against the sensitive flesh around your cunt.
You're approaching your climax when he pulls away, making you mewl at the loss of contact. His face glistens with your slick.
He flips you onto your side, placing you on your left side so that your injured leg rests against the mattress. You prop your head up with your hand as he slides in behind you.
His chest presses against your back, the heat of his body warming you all over. His flesh hand juts between your thighs, raising your right leg high enough for him to slap his cock against your pussy.
He strokes himself in his hand while he teases your folds - lubricating himself with your juices.
You turn your head to look at him right as he sheaths himself inside you, filling you entirely in one swift motion.
Fuck, you have to taste yourself on him. You can't handle not having his mouth on yours for another second.
You tilt your head back enough to connect your mouth to his - every worry you once had about coming on too strong and overwhelming him melts away as he opens his mouth for you, moving his lips against yours in an effortless rhythm.
He starts slow, quickly working up to a rapid pace as he repeatedly slams into your cervix from the sweetest angle. The sounds that you're making for him are pornographic - moaning into his mouth as his flesh hand comes around your front, landing on your engorged clitoris. He rubs languid circles while he continues to pound into you from behind.
You pull your lips away from his when you feel your orgasm building. âYou always make me feel so good, you know that?â You ask him breathily, your mouth now right next to his ear.
âEvery time you fuck me, I'm more sure that no one could ever compare to you. You've ruined me for everyone else. Thereâs only you for me.â
âFuck,â he curses and groans your name again - it's the closest he's sounded to his normal self, which only spurs you on.
âIâve become so fucking addicted to you in such a short amount of time,â you say in between moans as the head of his cock hits your sweet spot just right. âThink about you anytime you're not near me, drives me fucking crazy.â
He flips you - doesn't pull out - so that you're now underneath him. He goes right back to the same brutal pace, bringing his flesh hand to cradle your face as he stares down at you.
Clarity - you recognize it plain as day on his features.
He gives you a few more fast, hard thrusts before you're milking his cock through your orgasm. You crash your lips to his and he's coming - filling you up with his warm seed as he kisses you senseless.
He gradually stills inside you, his body going limp on top of yours as he rests his face in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him, peppering kisses across his scarred shoulder, where flesh meets metal.
âI'm so sorry if I scared you,â he murmurs against the sweat-slicked skin of your throat after a moment. âI wasn't myself. Not even entirely sure how I ended up here - it's like I was pulled in this direction - to you,â he sighs.
You're overcome with such an immense relief at hearing him speak that you could cry. You tighten your hold around him, rubbing your hands up and down his back.
âYou could never scare me, Bucky,â you assure him. He pulls out of you, rolling off of you onto the bed beside you and tugging you to his chest. Your cheek rests just over his heart.
"I know you. Even when I know nothing else, even when I don't know myself, I know you."
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Spencer never thought heâd be lucky enough to find you, but he has. You have all his devotion and all he hopes for in return is for you to let him stay yours.
Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader
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WARNING: Smut: softdom! Spencer, grinding, hickies, penetration, PinV, unprotected sex (this can lead to babies & stds btw, avoid this by being fivehead and using a condom), creampie. Proceed at your own risk.
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The question regarding the existence of soulmates is not a question that can be answered using science. Any individualâs answer to the question is more of a personal belief than a factual answer. And as a man of science, one would think that Spencer Reid would at least attempt to refute the ideology when asked.Â
The ideology that he himself is not whole, but only half of an intertwined soul. That another person is not only his other half, but also his better half. Somebody with whom he shares such a natural, deep understanding, that he feels complete simply by existing in their presence. Itâs one of those phenomena he canât explain, but only this one, heâs confident is true.Â
âSpence?â A light nudge accompanied by the whisper of his name breaks him away from his thoughts.
âHm?â He blinks rapidly, focusing his eyesight on your curious face with a matching look.
The light from a singular bedside lamp only reaches half of his face. It casts a beautiful, soft contrast on his sharp features. The gold thatâs usually hidden by the brown makes his irises look like sparkling pools of honey. Ethereal -not a word you would use when normally describing a man- but thatâs how he looks.Â
âDo you believe in soulmates?âÂ
He hadnât ever thought he could believe in such a thing. Mostly because heâd always been sure that he would never experience it.Â
âDo you?â His voice carries your question back to you.Â
You can hear the city buzzing outside. Cars honking angrily in a futile attempt to speed up the pace of the traffic. People conversing, arguing, laughing. Loud thuds of music from the upstairs neighbour who cares little about the piling noise complaints. Somehow, the hum of Spencerâs words is the only sound that your ears register.Â
âI asked first.â You playfully scoff, breaking eye contact and swivelling your head straight.
Spencer mirrors your motions, both of you now facing the ceiling as you remain side by side on his bed.Â
âYes.â His answer is barely above a whisper.Â
It seems that your bodies want to make up for lost contact. You can feel his pinky reaching out to touch yours as you meet him halfway.Â
âMe too.âÂ
A comfortable silence takes over the conversation. Everything feels still. The only movement is that of his fingers grazing against yours. Heâs touched you in far more personal places tonight alone, and this is still one of your most intimate moments. There are no expectations or hidden agendas. This is simply the two of you existing in each other's presence; his preferred way to exist. It stretches until another inane question makes its way to the forefront of your mind.
âDo you ever wonder if youâll get to meet them in this lifetime?âÂ
He pushes his frame up and rotates to face you as he sinks back down to the mattress. His head rests on the arm folded below it. You turn your head back to him so that youâre both holding eye contact again.Â
âNo.â He mouths the answer, his voice hesitant to raise at first. âI wonder whether mine is a romantic bond or platonic.âÂ
Your stomach flutters at the insinuation and you shift to mirror his position this time. In the midst of shuffling, the two of you seem to have closed a good chunk of the distance between you.Â
âWhat do you want it to be?â You whisper, entranced by his gaze.Â
Two of his knuckles lightly skim your cheek before those fingers brush your hair away from you. The act alone is enough to make your face heat up, no matter how many times heâs done it before. He begins to lazily stroke your hair, scratching your head in the process. It gives you the same tingling sensation you get from some rare ASMR videos.Â
You donât follow up on your question, unable to remember anything that was on your mind beforehand. His touch, combined with the minimal lighting and close proximity provides you with a sense of security you rarely feel otherwise. Your lids begin to grow heavy and you're forced to break eye contact when the weight of them becomes too much.Â
âThatâs really distracting yâknow.â You mumble, eyes closed and voice hazy.Â
âI know.â He mutters, almost without sound.Â
He canât help his smile as he watches you drift to sleep. Heâs studied every feature on your face at least a hundred times and heâs yet to find a single flaw. The fact that youâre okay with being this vulnerable with him is a privilege that heâll thank any and every deity he doesnât even believe in for. Faint snoring indicates that youâre now dead to the world, but he canât let your previous question go unanswered.Â
âWhichever one allows me to be yours forever.â
Waking up to the warmth of your body pressed against his is by no means a recent development in your relationship with Spencer. Your back is to his chest and his arm is draped across your stomach, trapping you against him. Not that you mind. Youâve been lying still as you are for almost a while now, your thumb caressing the side of his wrist. With a yawn nuzzled into your neck, Spencer attempts to pull you closer to him, closing distance that was never there to begin with.Â
He can feel the rise and drop of your chest; you can feel the beating of his heart behind yours. Neither of you is fully awake yet, opting to enjoy the silence and comfort of the other's presence. Your bodies are so closely tangled that your skin is almost melding with each other.Â
Almost.Â
The unexpected brushing of his hardness against your ass sends a jolt of electricity passing through you, waking you up in an instant. If it were anybody else, perhaps you wouldâve felt ashamed of how that passing moment made your insides jump. You definitely wouldnât have arched your barely clothed cunt towards the obstruction. A sharp exhale fans across the back of your neck, and you can practically feel the corners of his lips pull into a lazy smirk.Â
âWell, good morning.â A groggy voice leans into your ear and the grip on your belly tightens.
âMorning.â You breathe out, barely audible.
You feel yourself clench around nothing when a hot, sticky kiss lands just behind your ear. Your arch intensifies when another one lands below your jaw and you unintentionally grind against him. It earns you a low grunt from him, which only prompts you to repeat the motion without thinking. His head drops in the nook of your shoulder, taken slightly off guard. He meets you halfway the third time, and it sets both your hips in a slow motion of rubbing against each other.
He can hear you hum each time his confined erection strokes your bundle of nerves and it sparks a determination in him to get more out of you. His hand trails from your abdomen to your pelvis, stopping just at the band of your underwear. He tugs the fabric, not making any further moves until you allow him to. You know that if you donât take control now heâs going to prolong his foreplay, something you donât have the patience for right now. He always makes it a point to make you finish at least once before he even considers himself.Â
Out of the four times you came the night before, three of them were with his head between your thighs. You canât even count the number of times youâve teased him about how he probably gets off on pleasing you more than you do. You surprise him when you grab his hand and push it away from you, swinging yourself around to straddle him. Your hands land on either side of his head and you lower your forehead to rest against his.Â
âNuh-uh!â You taunt and it makes him snort.Â
His palms trace your sides, arms wrapping around you, pulling your torso down to him.
âYouâre not allowed to touch me this time.â You add in a hushed tone.
âNo?â His brows raise in amusement.
âNo.âÂ
You barely breathe out the word when his arms drop from around you. A slight chill takes over the area.
âNo!â You repeat in a whiny tone, pushing yourself to sit up.Â
Youâre looking down on him from this angle, and God, does he look beautiful. His fluffy, sleep-tousled hair frames his face beautifully, the faint light of the rising sun only adding to the sight.Â
âThatâs not what I mean and you know it!âÂ
âI donât know. You need to be clearer with what you want.â He chuckles.Â
âI want you to stop being a little shit.â You retort, reaching for his hands.
You attempt to settle them on your thighs, but he removes them again.Â
âIâm not allowed to touch you. Remember?â He emphasises the word allowed on purpose.
Both of you know that heâs the only one allowed to touch you and vice versa. Even if it wasn't something you both agreed upon, youâd never let anybody else touch you like him. If they even knew how to.
âYou can touch me.â You roll your eyes, pulling his hands back to your skin. âBut you canât fuck me with anything other than your dick.â
Your curt tone doesnât surprise him. Heâs used to your boldness. Using your hips, he pulls you down onto his bulge completely. You donât anticipate the sudden friction and it takes everything in you to not topple over on him. Spencer wasnât prepared for the impact of his actions either, his head lolling back as he hisses sharply.Â
âYeah?â He questions through half gritted teeth.Â
Heâs painfully hard and the current view isnât helping. He can clearly make out the shape of your curves under your flimsy t-shirt. How it drapes on the apex of your breasts, how the hem pools just above your thighs. His grip tightens against the plush of your skin.Â
âMhm.â You breathe out, eyes fluttering as you keep your core pressed to him.Â
âWords, sweet girl. Use your words.â His breathing is laboured and itâs taking all of his willpower to not rut his dick back up against you.
The praise breaks you. You can no longer hold yourself up, falling into his chest.Â
âPlease fuck me.â You can only whisper in his ear, sending chills down his spine.Â
He groans, grabbing you by the waist and flipping both of you around so youâre the one lying on the bed. It seems that heâs become just as impatient as you, if not more. He captures your lips in a deep, demanding kiss as he tugs his boxers just enough for his length to spring free. His tongue swipes your lips, seeking entrance and you grant it to him. He finds your kisses addicting. It takes an incredible amount of willpower to break them, but he does, sitting up on his knees.Â
He parts your legs, placing one on either side of him and yanking you closer to him. You squeak in response, not processing the action until your cores are once again pressed together. You sigh when he pushes your panties to the side and runs a finger up your slit. A satisfied hum escapes him when he learns just how aroused you are. You sigh when runs his tip against you next, lining himself up with your cunt and pushing just the tip inside. Each of his hands intertwine with yours as he moves them above your head. He then leans in and plants a feather-light kiss on your cheek.Â
âLike this?â He whispers in your ear.
He pushes in a little more and pulls out just enough for him to stay lined.
âMore!â You whine, breathlessly, brows furrowing from anticipation.
âMhm.â He doesnât properly acknowledge your desperation and instead latches onto the skin under your jaw, sucking gently.Â
You sigh at the sensation, arching more as his shaft pushes in again. This time, he doesnât stop until heâs completely bottomed out. You moan and squeeze his hands, still intertwined with yours above your head. You never expect how full he makes you feel. Spencer squeezes your hands in return, still reeling in from how well your cunt accommodates him. He takes a minute, resting himself inside you to allow time for both of you to adjust to the feeling.Â
He releases your skin with a small pop and moves a new spot on your neck. You think about how youâre going to have to use concealer to hide the marks heâs surely leaving behind and it makes you clench around him. The effect on him is instantaneous, a harsh groan vibrating against your throat and he sucks harder. The sound only makes your walls tighten more and it cues him to start thrusting.Â
The initial pace is slow, but calculated; the kind that makes your joints loosen and jaw slack. He takes the opportunity to capture your lips in another long and consuming kiss. A loud moan ripples out from both of you and your hands deepen their hold on each other. Spencerâs not shy about letting you hear how good you make him feel and that drives you insane.Â
Your hands instinctively try to reach for his hair, but heâs pinned you down tight. You whine into his mouth, pressing your fingers between his knuckles. Your whine fizzles out into a series of smaller whines when his hips speed up, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.Â
âMmâSpenceâmmphââ
You try to break the kiss to speak, but he simply drops a quick kiss on your jaw before reclaiming his place against your lips. Heâs too lost in the taste of you to pay full attention. It takes you a moment to find the willingness to try again, but you do. You arch your hips too high for him to be able to follow from this position, forcing him to slip out from you and try to remove your hands from his grip. His focus is brought back to you and he lifts himself back on his knees, releasing you.Â
âWhatâs wrong? Have I hurt you?âÂ
âM-mmâ You shake your head and push yourself up on your hands.
You then shift into his lap, draping your arms around his shoulders. He gives you a curious look, wrapping his arms around your waist.Â
âI want to be able to hold you.â You admit with a slight shyness in your tone.
A light smile spreads across his face, brows arching in surprise. Being a genius and all, heâs always known he was needed in some way or another. Youâre the first person whoâs ever made him feel wanted, truly wanted. With no motive other than simply existing with him. It sparks a new desire, one you see light up behind his eyes. He leans into your lips, his hold on your waist tightening and he moves one arm to cradle the back of your head.Â
You pull yourself flush against him, wrapping your arms around his neck as your tongues dance together once more. He lifts you up and places you back down against the mattress, mouth never leaving yours. You feel his palm raise one of your legs by the back of your knee and heâs entering you again. He rests that leg on his shoulder, while the other hangs by his waist and begins to build an unrelenting pace.Â
You wail into his mouth at the intensity of his thrusts, eyes rolling behind closed eyes. Itâs almost brutal, the way heâs slamming into you. Your hands desperately cling onto his bicep and shoulder, nails digging into the skin. His grunts and groans increase each time he gets deeper, if thatâs even physically possible and it only makes you desperate for more. Your kiss breaks with a slight sting against Spencerâs lip. You didnât realise how hard you were biting it in an attempt to stay grounded.Â
Thereâs a shift in the atmosphere that you canât explain. Even though Spencer was railing you so hard that even the bed had begun to cry out, there was an overwhelming sense of longing between you two. An ache to express how you belong to the other, hidden behind an uncouth sight. Itâs compensation for those lack of words, a physical exchange expressing your biggest secret. Heâs everywhere; your current position has you feeling Spencer in places you didnât deem possible.Â
His mouth works over whatever exposed skin it can access along your jaw and throat, leaving goosebumps and bruising stains in its wake. His cock is driving into you so fast that you swear itâs going to imprint on your walls. Thereâs a fire in you, one that only he can put out. Every inch of him can be felt within every inch of you. Now youâre truly melded with each other.Â
âFuckâoh my God!â You scream out, your nails digging harder into his flesh.Â
Heâs consuming all of your senses, at this moment you donât know anything other than him. Eyes open or closed, all you can see is his sculpted face. Youâre drowning in his scent. Melting at his touch. The taste of his kiss still lingers on your tongue. Your ears are flooded with the slaps of his skin meeting yours and your mixed moans and grunts.Â
âSpenâfuckâgonâfuâcum!âÂ
He hasnât even spared your ability to speak. With a short kiss, he brings his forehead back to rest on yours in a firm manner.Â
âMe too, pretty girl.â He pants his sentence in broken pauses. âMe too.âÂ
He secures the leg on his shoulder from the back of your thigh and then brings the other leg on his other shoulder. It gives him room to drive himself deeper and makes you lose all control, every joint in your body threatening to fall limp. Your face contorts and you bite your lip, trying to control the flurry of screams. It results in high-pitched whines forcing their way out.Â
âSpencer! I canâtâI canâtâI canâtâÂ
You canât hold on any longer.Â
âI know. I know.â Thereâs barely any voice accompanying his words. âWeâll do it together, okay? Where do you want me?â
âInsideâinsideâins-shitshitshitâŠâÂ
âInside? Inside.â He struggles to keep himself together while talking you through it. âReady?âÂ
You nod fervently and he steals one long, final kiss from you as he finally empties himself in your spent cunt. Your own orgasm crashes through in a long passing wave. You feel like youâre floating in the ocean with millions of stars as your only view for miles. He follows up with a few final thrusts, burying himself as far in you as possible.Â
When you finally come to, Spencerâs pulled out and is lying right next to you. Peppering kisses over your face in intervals and muttering praises as strokes away hair glued to your face.Â
âDid so well.â
âSo good to me.â
âIâm so proud of you.â
For some reason, the water always feels nicer running down your body when you use Spencerâs shower. Heâs a simple man; he doesnât really have a lot of products to use besides the basic shampoo, conditioner, soap, and body wash. The exfoliators, masks and such were your initial additions that he keeps topping up after they run out.Â
You havenât said much since coming out of your euphoric state, only showing your gratitude and appreciation through small touches. Brushing a hand against his cheek, leaving a peck on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He doesnât mind your silence. It doesnât deter him from showering you with praise while he looks after you. Youâre so disorientated that youâre letting yourself be guided from one instruction to the next.Â
âLift your leg for me, sweet girl. Hand on my shoulder.âÂ
He helps you act out his command, grabbing your wrist and draping it on his shoulder while helping you lift your leg. His touch is tender, but heâs careful to cover every area with body wash.Â
âGood girl.âÂ
You donât physically react, but his approval makes you swell with pride. Sex is the least intimate part of your time with Spencer. What you really enjoy is how safe he makes you feel. You know that even if you show him your worst and ugliest moments, he wonât reject you. You trust him with parts of you that you barely trust yourself with.Â
Anybody whoâs touched your naked body before him doesnât matter, because not one of them has gotten to touch it past the realm of physical pleasure. To you, the act of washing oneâs body is so private, so sacred that it canât be trusted with just anybody. How many are able to look past the lens of sexual release and view your skin and bones as something to cherish? Not even you can claim to view yourself in such a precious way.Â
But Spencer does.Â
Even as pats you dry and wraps you safely in a warm towel, he doesnât demean your worth. Theyâd be thoughts he could easily keep hidden in the comfort of his own mind, but the thoughts simply donât occur. You donât realise how long the two of you are standing there, leaning into each other's arms against the counter. Nor do you realise how long itâs taken you to mentally return to him. The first thing you do notice is so trivial, itâs almost laughable.Â
âYouâre out of apple juice, by the way.âÂ
Even youâd laugh if you heard yourself bring up something so random.
âDo you want apple juice? We can go buy some more.â He replies in a quiet mumble.
In his presence, you can think such thoughts without the concern of being laughed at.Â
âNo, Iâm not gonna make you go to the grocery store just for apple juice.â You shake your head, expression oozing sarcasm.Â
âI need to buy a lot more than apple juice. Iâm pretty sure I donât even have enough to make eggs or coffee.â He snorts, running his fingers through your hair.Â
âRight. I forgot, Mister F.B.I.â You snort back, playfully poking his arm. âHow was your time in Alaska?âÂ
Itâs really common for your brain to malfunction around Spencer. You donât feel the need to think or stay on alert if heâs with you.Â
âGrim. Bleak.â He keeps it short on purpose.Â
He doesnât want to taint what little time he has with you focused on the gory parts of his job. Or any parts of his job at all. He spends too much of his time there as it is, so heâd much prefer to keep that part of his life separate from you. Spencer didnât understand what it truly meant to live until after you came into his life. Heâd never admit it out loud, but being around you made him realise how much of his soul his job steals from him, piece by piece. You make it whole again.
âHow bad was it?â Curiosity still gets the better of you at times.
âAwful. You werenât there when I woke up every morning.â He steers the conversation again.Â
âUh-huh.â You smirk, looking up at him. âYou say that to all your girl-friends the morning after?âÂ
He takes a small step back, creating space as he cups your face.
âEven if I had the social skills required, when do you honestly think I would have the time between being at work and being with you?âÂ
âWhen youâre at work. Duh.â You tap his temple, playfully, voice dripping with sarcasm.
He scoffs, unamused. Itâs something Spencer canât honestly even imagine. Youâre his solace, his best friendâŠhis person.Â
âGet dressed.â He presses a kiss to the top of your head. âWeâll stop by that bakery you love and get some food in your system. Hopefully before your suggestions start becoming more and more insane.âÂ
You donât appreciate the awestruck look on his face when youâre certain youâve got chocolate lining the corners of your mouth. You attempt to glare at him, but it doesnât last and you find yourself fighting back a smile.
âCut it out!â You groan, stringing out the end of your sentence.Â
The trolley comes to a halt as you stop to grab your phone, but he snatches it out of your hand before you can open the camera.
âHeyââ
âIâm revoking your phone privileges until your urge to keep checking your reflection fizzles out.â He states casually, slipping the phone into his pocket as he reaches for a loaf of bread on the top shelf.Â
âRevoking myâ what are you my fucking mother?â You reach for his pocket, but he grabs your wrist before you can retrieve your phone.Â
You try to use your free arm, but he traps that one in his hands too.Â
âI donât wanna walk around with chocolate around my mouth!â You whisper-shout, mindful of other shoppers passing by.
âFor the fifth time, you donât have chocolate anywhere on your face. It wasnât there after you finished your shake and it wonât be there no matter how many times you check.â
You ignore him, trying to free yourself from his grip.
âYou donât believe me?â The look on his face is more entertained than shocked.
âSpencer, my fluffy-headed, genius bookworm, I would put my life in your hands if you asked me to but after that time you let me walk around with my lipstick smudgedââ
âThat happened one time!â He gripes, less concerned about his volume.Â
âI looked like I came straight off the clock from a circus!âÂ
âIt wasnât that bad!âÂ
âSix hours, you let me walk around like that!âÂ
If he were to be completely honest, he was completely enraptured by your long tangent about why you despise dolphins. Most of it wasnât based on facts and the parts that were, werenât really a feasible argument since morals are a uniquely human concept. However, that was the day he uncovered how brightly you light up when you talk about something youâre passionate about. He spent the rest of that time, subtly digging, trying to figure out the topics that made you glow so he could keep bringing them up.Â
âThereâs nothing there. Your face isâ looks perfect.â He fumbles on his words.
âI can feel it!â You protest.
âThat happens becauseââ
âReid?â An unfamiliar voice calls out from behind you.
Spencer lets go of your wrists as you turn to face the owner of the voice. Two blondes, one behind the other. One of them is a lot more colourful and bold, with large statement jewelry and a pair of gorgeous platform heels that match her dress. The other is less vibrant, but with no less confidence and blue eyes that stand out like diamonds shining under lights.Â
âHey! What are you guys doing here?âÂ
Youâre not a profiler, but you donât miss the immediate shift in Spencerâs demeanour. He seems a lot more reserved and shy, as compared to the confidant and playful version of him that you know.Â
âWeâre picking up some things for my birthday bash this weekend.â The brown-eyed blonde chirps. âThe one that I will definitely see you at, no excuses allowed!âÂ
âRight.â He gives an awkward, tight-lipped smile.Â
Spencer loves his coworkers, he really does. Theyâre basically his family. However, he wants nothing more for them to go away right now. Not for any reason other than wanting to keep you away from them, because he knows them. For all their amazing qualities, thereâs one that annoys him the most and thatâs how nosey they can be. Especially when it comes to him.Â
âHi. Iâm JJ.â The blue-eyed blonde takes the initiative to introduce herself, reaching out her hand for a friendly shake.
He knows itâs from a place of love. Heâs the youngest member of the team, they all want to protect him, but he detests how they coddle him. He can already sense the incoming invitation from Garcia to her birthday. He knows that it wonât take long for you to befriend everyone on his team, because, well, theyâre all amazing people. Integrating you with that part of his life is something heâs just not ready for. Not like this.
âIâm Penelope and oh my goodness, you are just gorgeous!âÂ
He enjoys how when heâs with you, he can exist in a separate bubble. Where all he is, is not the resident genius of the BAU. More than that, he knows of the dangers that come with integrating the two separate lives. Heâs seen the losses that occur, whether they be by generic circumstances or unplanned deaths. And thereâs nothing he can do to stop his worlds colliding, a fact he has to grasp as soon as he zones back in to find three sets of eyes staring at him, expectantly. Â
âRight.â He clears his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. âThese are myâ umâ this is Penelope Garcia and Jennifer Jareau, or JJ. We work together.âÂ
The introduction is hesitant and rushed at best, but you chalk it up to him being taken off guard. You want to gauge his mood, try and figure out where his headâs at, but thatâs going to have to wait.Â
âOh my God! I knew it!â Garcia gasps dramatically, taking your hand in hers. âYouâre the reason heâs always in a rush to leave now! It is so nice to meet you!â
Garciaâs not wrong. You are the reason heâs always in a rush to get away. Youâre his escape from the harsh realities he faces every day. Youâre unsure of how to respond. In fact, youâre not even certain as to whatâs going on. Nobody else seems to match Penelope's enthusiasm. Spencer looks mortified, while JJ looks like she wants to drag Penelope away. Still, everybodyâs too frozen to stop her.Â
âDid you know that you have him checking his phone more than a lovestruck teenage girl? Him! One of the biggest technophobes Iâve ever met!â
This is also a fact. Spencerâs not an idiot. Heâs not oblivious to the open-mouthed stares he gets every time heâs caught smiling like a dopey idiot after looking at the screen. Heâs just never cared. Itâs almost impossible to ignore any notification from you. He doesnât feel great about that coming to bite him in the ass right about now.Â
Given different circumstances that were more in his control, Spencer would be elated to introduce the most important people in his life to each other. This whole interaction is actually shorter than he feels it is, but for Spencer, time moves too slowly. He can sense how the safety of your company as he knows it, the most valuable aspect of his life, is under threat of being ripped away from him with every second that passes. Without you, Spencer would once again find himself lost.Â
âSpencer, you have to bring her to my bash this weekend! Everybody would love to meet your girlfriend!â Garcia wiggles her eyebrows, eyes smirking beneath her glasses.
Because all he is, is yours.Â
âOh! Uhmââ You begin.
âNo Garcia, sheâsâthis isâŠmy friend..â He adds at the same time, unable to hide his stutter.
At least, thatâs all he wants to be.
âRightâŠweâre justâŠfriends.â You confirm with a half-hearted smile at the reminder of your reality.Â
It was better this way. The two of you agreed on this at the start of your arrangement.Â
Spoilers: Mostly just fluff, a sprinkle of angst, smut, lots of mutual pining, friends with benefits.
AN - I felt a surge of evil take over my bones when I wrote this and any events that unfolded were out of my control. This is not my finest work, but once I thought of it I had to share it. Also I know I said not to bother me about fics bc uni and I still mean that, I just donât know what happened. Itâs like I got a bit of inspo and couldnât help myself. Huge thanks to @mrs-dr-reid for beta reading! FWB Writing Challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins Prompt - "I wanna be yours" by Arctic Monkeys
No bc writing that opening scene on the bed might be my favourite and u should tell me if u agree bc I wanna write more like that, but if u hate it then I won't.
Thanks for reading.
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