#but in turn both my legs and hands have become slightly numb- but it was worth it 👌✨

[kindabizarreart]

@polosat0chka Finally I've gotten these two drawings out of my system 😭 Ever since I saw 12th and 7th, I knew I just HAD to draw them(even if I don't know anything about them yet ahshhdgdgs)- So I did :D They look a little wonky to me(especially 7th) but I quite like how they turned out, so I hope you do too :>

(P.S: Once you introduce all of your OCs, I can promise you one thing- I will absolutely end up drawing all of them just because I can 😋)

[hwallazia]

WE KNOW II – 박성화

synopsis . in which you should’ve known better before messing up with park seonghwa. | PART ONE

pairing . park seonghwa & fem! reader

genre . smut (mdni!), some fluff at the end (yes i’m guilty), mafia!au, strangers to acquaintances?

taglist . @bro-atz @hrts4nohee | apply to join my taglist ♡

word count . 3k

DISCLAIMER! mean dom!seonghwa, sub! reader, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl!), slight degradation (reader is referred as “slut” & “whore” only once), nicknames (baby, beautiful, princess, darling & more), daddy kink, bulge kink?, oral sex (m & f receiving), non-explicit aftercare, cowgirl position, lmk if I missed anything!

NIC’S NOTES and here she isss! sorry I took so long, I swear I literally dug that idea out of my head also, this may have a ridiculous amount of mistakes, but I’ll reread it soon and correct them. but well, the important thing is that she’s finally here! so I hope you enjoy it ♡

Your instincts and little motor ability guided you, as your legs were severely numb from the number of sensations that overwhelmed your body. A gentle grip on your waist kept you sane and stable, making your feet advance in confusion without knowing their destination. Your eardrum was becoming more and more sensitive to the warm air that Seonghwa released through his mouth and nostrils. Little by little, you were melting into his touch.

“Don’t faint just yet, beautiful,�� His intoxicating tone of voice flushing your skin. “We have quite the night up ahead.”

Your dizzy head tried to send a warning signal to your vague and rather sleepy neurons. You were about to plunge into an even bigger problem than the one you already had on your back and you weren't realizing it.

Your nervousness and numb limbs were fogging your brain up, leaving a very submissive you as a result, vulnerable to Seonghwa’s touch.

You suddenly stopped walking, your head and trunk wobbling slightly from the abrupt stop. You watched as the man’s hand reached for the door handle to turn it and lead you to a dark, cool room. The cold air condensed your tremors and you blinked a few times to allow your eyes to get used to the darkness that surrounded you and thus try to decipher Seonghwa’s intentions.

You heard the lock and instinctively turned around, finding yourself with the closed door and the masculine and slender silhouette of Seonghwa, his face being blurred by the lack of lighting. “Hm, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” You heard his hoarse, deep voice. “Looks like I’m in luck.”

You watched as he approached you dangerously, a devilish smirk adorning his plump lips. Your breathing hitched for a few seconds as you felt him rest his long hands on your hips, his penetrating gaze peering through your soul and stabbing daggers into it. Your eyes were caught in a funny loop between seeing his eyes and his lips.

“Where should I start?” His hands went up from your hips to your back, one of them rubbing your bare shoulder and the other playing with the zipper of your elegant dress. Both making a collective effort to strip you of the silk fabric. “Normally, I’d ask if you’re okay with all this,” He tilted his head slightly to let out a soft sigh. “But you didn’t come here with good intentions, didn’t you?”

“I can’t give you a nice night if you didn’t either, love.” Finally, your dress slid down your body smoothly, your divine figure at Seonghwa’s mercy. Chills ran down your spine when you felt him curse under his breath, but you went icy the moment he abruptly brought your lips together in a kiss. There was so much hate in it and so much lust and a lot of things that weren’t exactly said and wouldn’t be if it were up to the two of you.

The abruptness of the kiss made you release a gasp, perfect for Seonghwa to insert his tongue into your oral cavity, a whine coming out of you in response. That kiss left your head spinning and a dangerous pool of heat was starting to build up down there. Your lips parted for a second to catch some breath, “Do it again. Please.”

Your request caused a shit-eating grin to decorate Seonghwa’s face. Some sense of power filling his ego up. He wasted no time in picking you up, placing his hands on your buttocks for support, and guiding you to the large bed in the meantime. A faint whimper was heard, as with your legs partially spread Seonghwa was likely to notice the embarrassing wetness staining your underwear, which you knew he would soon remove with his own hands. However, you had already made a home in his arms, you felt comfortable and immune to any harm in his strong arms.

Once he left you spread out on the bed, you resumed the sizzling kiss and the desire that had been on hold for a few seconds soon dominated your behavior. Your arms had already caught the sides of Seonghwa’s neck, and his hands had already taken up the habit of groping your waist and breasts.

“Fuck, I can do this all night long. Touch you like this,” He whispered breathlessly, a cool breeze making your skin crawl even when the atmosphere was suffocating enough for a normal person to sweat. “Wanna taste you so badly though..”

A soft whine from you was heard, causing Seonghwa to smirk. You were so vulnerable to every word, sigh, command. That man was becoming your new addiction, one you never wanted to get out of.

His hands ran all over your leg, creating a new constellation as he dragged his phalanges over every single mole and mark he met at the moment; your breath hitching every time. Seonghwa absolutely loved how pliant you were under his fingers, how submissive you could become if he pushed the right buttons. And how your thighs shuddered in excitement when his mouth was finally positioned in front of your cunt? His sanity was gone by then.

And speaking about buttons. He pressed the one that made your lips release a satisfied sigh. 

“S-seonghwa,” You squirmed under him, his arms flexing at your breathless cry. “Please.”

“Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” A silent whimper was heard as just a vague breath as his lips pressed a kiss against your inner thigh; his hands stroking it fondly. “Behave. And then I’ll give you what you want.”

You nodded vigorously, your senseless state preventing you from formulating any coherent sentences. But Seonghwa was apparently not satisfied with your answer, his palm flattening against your outer thigh after mercilessly smacking it; a loud moan coming from you in response. “Answer me, you bitch.”

“Y-yes! Hmgh, yes daddy..” You stuttered under your breath, your mind being too fucked out to realize what had just left your lips.

“You into that?” A low chuckle coming out of him, not believing your words. “Fine, I can work with that.”

Finally, he dived in, his tongue starting to swim in your wetness; a nasty sound resonating all over the room. The only possible reaction for your body was to arch your back, stretch your legs, and open them even more; surrendering to the malicious pleasure that was being provided to you by Seonghwa. That’s when you decided to give in to desire and Seonghwa and his dirty fantasies.

His tongue swirling and lapping your clit made you see stars; you swore you could hear colors. Its tip was reaching spots you didn’t even know existed, his tongue pressing exquisitely against your pleasure button. Your hips studdered in attempts to move away from the mattress, but Seonghwa’s strong hands restricted any movement.

Your hands clung to the silk sheets as if your life depended on it; your knuckles turning a pinkish white. For some reason, you didn’t dare to tangle his silky hair between your fingers, something was stopping you. Seonghwa was doing an excellent job of making you see the stars and planets, you couldn’t ask for more. Right?

Your moans gradually grow louder and the wet squelching sounds of dripping center bounce on the walls, “More, Hwa. Please.” You released a broken sob; your breath quivering, nails now digging into your palm.

“So fucking greedy.” His husky voice and dark chuckle resonated inside your eardrums, “What do you want, love? My fingers?”

A bothered and childish mhm from you was heard. “Want your cock.”

You glanced down at him, meeting his dark gaze. You almost fainted when you saw him between your legs, his large pupils dilated by the ecstasy, the corner of his lips stained by your wetness. He looked so docile beneath you, but you knew that with just one command from him, you would get on all fours and a dog collar would magically appear around your neck. 

‘If I come out of this alive, it would be interesting to try it’, you thought.

“Well, aren’t you a needy little whore?” He separated from your cunt to move up to your lips and seal your protests. His tongue, once again, dominating your thoughts and mouth, “But you’re not in control tonight, sweetheart.” 

You felt how, in an agile movement, his hand grasped your hair, taking a fistful of it, forcing you to stand up and allowing Seonghwa to manipulate you like a doll. 

“On your knees, doll.” His hand grabbed your hair in such a way that you could observe every feature of his face; of course it hurt you, but you were so lost in studying those irises, deep like the ocean, that nose, perfectly sculpted, that frown that you even considered cute, and those lips, so hot that you could burn yourself to hell with just one caress.

The pain began to get more intense, so you knelt and sighed internally as you felt his grip loosen up a little. You were face to face with his prominent erection, struggling to come out of the uncomfortable fabric that had imprisoned it for so long.

Your eyebrows fluttered as you looked up at him. His frown and swollen lips constituted his twisted face; his hands working hard and desperately trying to remove the garment. His pants pooled down his ankles and his length shot out, hitting and bouncing against your nose.

“Come on, baby. Suck it like a good girl.” His fingers traced a funny line all along your scalp, holding your hair in a ponytail; his leaking tip right on your lips

And you were more than happy to oblige. You parted your lips widely enough so that at least half of his length entered your oral cavity; you were well aware that there was no physical law or mathematical rule that would allow you to put his whole cock in your mouth, but you would do everything you could to return the favor and make him feel as good as he made you feel.

You heard Seonghwa hiss and curse under his breath. The pressure he kept on your ponytail grew stronger, but you couldn’t care less. Your hands and mouth were too busy satisfying Seonghwa’s big, hard cock. Your doe-eyed gaze looked up at him and met his tensed jawline, your pupils suddenly turning into pink, shiny hearts.

“Come on, doll. You can do better than that.” His praise was followed by a deep groan, his hand guiding your head further, “You can take it all in. Right, princess?”

You closed your eyes tightly like a scared child, trying not to gag around it. You had to show him that you were a good girl, and you would do it by giving him the best blowjob of his life.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Show me what that pretty mouth can do,” He praised through gritted teeth; his breath hitched, his muscles tensed, “Work for it, love. I’m almost there,”

You complied with his order, sucking harder with greater force. You wanted his mind to melt with all the pleasure you were giving him, for his body to surrender to yours. He hissed as soon as he noticed how you complied with his command.

“So fucking pliant. God,” He heaved a sigh. His free hand running through his silky, now sweaty hair, “You love sucking my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” You yearned, your lips forming a cute smile, without showing your teeth. Your glaze-over eyes caused Seonghwa to utter some profanity you couldn’t quite understand.

“Can’t wait anymore,” You heard him say breathlessly. 

His hand caught your shoulder and gently pulled it up, indirectly ordering you to stand up. Once on your feet, your knees felt partially sore. His hand guided you towards the bed again, but you stopped when you saw that he was the one who lay down first, his back flat against the headboard.

Seonghwa analyzed your state from the bed; messy hair, messy lipstick, mascara dripping from the sides of your eyes, exquisitely erect nipples, neck and thighs marked with bites and red hickeys. ‘A sight for sore eyes’, he thought.

He patted his lap a few times and locked gazes with you, “Get in here and ride me, doll.”

Your body quivered in excitement and you quickly climbed onto the bed to straddle his lap, his hardening cock making contact with your wet folds. You unconsciously began to move against his length seeking relief or some sort of friction. Seonghwa was quick to catch your hips in his hands, stopping your desperate movement.

“Desperate, are we?” He whispered, almost dismissively, “What did I say earlier, love?”

“That I have to behave,” You repeated as if you had studied his words.

“Good girl,” He grabbed almost tenderly your cheek and joined your lips once again in a feverish kiss. You were so immersed in the feelings that kiss caused you that you didn’t realize the moment in which Seonghwa slid his fat cock inside you, a broken moan pouring out of your lips.

“F...Fuck, Seonghwa. Be gentle- mgh!” You stumbled over your words as you felt him so deep inside you, a perfectly formed lump in your belly. Your breath hitched the moment you felt him shift in his place, his cock deliciously reaching unknown spots.

The way he threw his head back due to the tightness of your walls made you squeeze him even more. He had his eyes shut tightly as he breathed in heavily, large beads of sweat rolling on his temple and hanging on for dear life on his sharp jawline.

Yes, that mere vision had you moaning and your throwing your head back.

Exactly a minute passed and Seonghwa hadn’t performed a single move. Your desperation was beginning to overflow and you found no other way to show him your impatience other than by whining like a baby.

“Daddyy, please move,” You cried out; doe-eyed as you stared at him.

“Show me how badly you want my cock, doll.” He muttered faintly in a low voice. 

You had said unimaginable things that night. It couldn’t hurt to lose a little more dignity.

“Pleaseee, daddy. I need your cock so badly, need you to fill me up and fuck my brains out,” Your heart was intensely hammering your ribs; your heartbeat deafening your eardrums.

“If you don’t shove your cock inside me, then I’ll do it.” You protested.

“Do it then. Fuck yourself on my cock, silly girl.” 

And he didn’t have to tell you twice. You began to bounce on his cock as if your life depended on it, your hands using his broad shoulders as support. Shattered moans and husky grunts filled the room up, the clash between your skins being the main sound of the symphony. 

“S-seonghwa- Nghh, ahh! You’re so.. sooo- ugh!” You had lost the ability to formulate intelligible sentences the moment Seonghwa started hammering his hips into yours.

“So what? So deep that you can’t even think straight anymore?” A weird combination between a strained moan and a chuckle left his lips, “I really did fuck your brains out, huh?”

Seonghwa asked you and you didn’t even have the time to agree before another loud cry left your swollen, red lips. Accordingly, he abruptly shoved two of his fingers into your mouth, muffling your moans and keeping them at an ideal volume —low enough so that no one would think he was killing you.

Your mind was completely mush by then; his thrusts grew harder, faster and sloppier, his fingers eventually leaving your hot mouth. You were sure that with a couple of thrusts, Seonghwa would open the doors of an unknown heaven for you, pushing you into an eccentric abyss of pleasure.

“Right there! Ugh right the fuck there..” You sobbed brokenly, “I’m gonna- c-cum, ahh! Please daddy, can I? Pleasepleaseplease,”

“Cum, pretty girl. Make a mess all over my cock,”

And with no delay, you squirted like champagne, staining his cock and the expensive sheets with your fluids. You let Seonghwa manipulate your body as he pleased to reach his high as well. Overstimulation being very sensitive and toe-curling but with your priority being Seonghwa’s release, you couldn’t care less.

“Fucking hell, you’re squeezing down on me- ah! so hard..” His breath hitched for the last time that night; his muscles tensing with your recent release, “Gonna cum inside you and fill you up so fucking good. Gonna be walking with my cum dripping out of your pussy for a week,”

And he did. He filled you to the bone the moment he hammered his hips against yours for the last time. He remained still for a couple of seconds as he felt his cock twitch inside your warm, squishy walls.

You caught you breath after a few minutes in silence, finally settling into bed; both of you lying down while Seonghwa wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you close to him.

“Well, wasn’t that supposed to be a punishment?” You question.

“Are you complaining?”

“No,” A cute giggle came out of you, ”So, what do we do now?”

“We both go back to our lives, of course,”

You knew it would end like this. But why does it hurt you a little?

A moment of uncomfortable silence came in. Until Seonghwa decided to break it, “Let’s exchange numbers. Maybe we can keep on talking? You know, I could help you with your work and you could help me with mine.”

A fond smile decorated your lips, your iris suddenly turning into shiny bulbs, “Sounds good to me,”

You settled back into his arms, finding warmth in them. A warmth and security that you haven’t felt in a long time. His calm breathing numbed your eyelids, which were beginning to close little by little. Finally you were immersed in a soft, ideal world of dreams and stars, surrounded by Seonghwa’s arms.

Maybe, after all, your boyfriend was something you could get over with

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[manikas-whims]

how Rafayel from Love and Deepspace will react when he finds out you're on your period..

You walked past the gallery at the Mo Art Studio and headed towards the second floor where this famous artist of your era, Rafayel resided.

He greeted you in his usual cheerful tone and proceeded to dish out the entire plan for your day out with him.

You would've focused a little. Even made sure to cross check the places he mentioned for any signs of recent Wanderer activity as you are supposed to guard him after all.

But your mind was slightly preoccupied by the shallow numbness and weariness you felt in your limbs. And if the wetness you felt between your legs was an indication of what you suspected it to be, then that would be truly mortifying.

Not simply because you hadn't brought any emergency supplies but also because of the company you were in. You couldn't even begin to imagine Rafayel’s mocking reaction. Or the words he'd say if—

The snap of a finger right before your eyes drew you out from your train of thoughts, and you looked up to find the very topic of your concern, better known as Rafayel. He was staring at you, brows narrowed in confusion.

“You okay, Miss Bodyguard?”

“Can I use your bathroom?” You blurted out.

His eyes narrowed even more but then he simply shrugged his shoulders, and gave you the directions.

[moments later]

You returned to the living room with the grim realization that sure enough, your period had arrived. Two days earlier at that!

“Uh...Rafayel, do you..happen to know any general stores nearby?”

He blinked. “What are you up to?”

“None of your business.”

“Wow. Rude much.”

You felt the numbness in your belly slowly turning into a full on cramp. You did not have the strength to bicker with him right now.

“Ugh! Just tell me where it is!”

“Not until you tell me why.” And he went on and on, babbling about how you were the one wasting both of their time by dragging this conversation for so long.

You clenched your fists, bit your bottom lip and inhaled deeply. Oh to hell with decency. To hell with embarassment. To hell with whatever else they said about keeping personal matters to oneself. To hell with it all!

“Because I'm on my fucking period and need some napkins!”

There! You did it, anger momentarily helping you forget about the ache in your limbs.

He asked and as such, now he was informed. Only his reaction was nothing like you had expected.

There were no hints of teasing. Not even a sign of mirth dancing in his pretty eyes.

If anything, his ears were now burning bright red. And so were his cheeks and well..his entire face.

Rafayel put a hand to his mouth to cover up the blush coating his face but it was already too late for that.

He took a moment to compose himself. Then spoke. “Why didn't you tell me yesterday?”

“Because, as I said earlier, it's none of your business!” You yelled. “And I didn't have periods until I arrived here!”

“Okay okay calm down.” He waved a palm wildly in front of you which irritated you further, coaxing you into slapping his hand away.

But before you could do so, he pointed towards the array of furniture lying in his living room. “Go take a seat.”

You rolled your eyes. “And stain your fancy couch? No thank you.”

“Ouch! Did someone ever tell you that you become meaner when you're on your—”

“I’m not mean! You just rile me up!”

“Right okay.” He patted your back and guided you to the couch. “I don't care about the stains. Just sit.”

You stared at him even as you followed his request and sat down.

“What?” He asked.

You scrunched your nose and narrowed your eyes in suspicion. “Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?”

His eye twitched upon hearing that. “Nonsense. I'm always nice.”

“No you aren't.”

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Right. Well, I've texted Thomas. He'll be here with your napkins and other necessities in no time.”

You frowned. “But there's no need. I can just go home if—”

“Nuh uh uh.” He wagged a finger in negation and shook his head. “You rest here for a while. Then I'll drop you off.”

He left before you could utter a word in protest.

And when he returned, he had a pair of clothes in his hands. Dark sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt.

“These should feel more comfortable. Go change.”

You wanted to protest but the dark pants did seem a far better option than the pink skirt you currently wore. Besides, if the skirt got a stain, it'll be hard to get rid-off, and might even ruin the fabric.

Huffing, you took the clothes– his clothes now that you realized– and went back to the bathroom.

Upon your return, you found him seated on the floor mat by the couch, peeling fruits and arranging them in a plate.

“Here.” He poked an apple with a fork and beckoned you to him.

You blinked. “Seriously who are you? And what did you do to the real Rafayel?”

He rolled his eyes. “Haha, very funny. Now come here and eat.”

You were still suspicious but sat down on the couch.

You tried taking the fork from his hand but he refused. “No. Open your mouth.”

You shook your head but decided to comply for once instead of bickering.

“See? That wasn't so hard.”

You chuckled. This reminded you of that one time he got admitted at a hospital, and you were the one who had to feed him.

You smiled as he fed you another apple.

“This is so unlike you.”

He pouted this time and looked directly into your eyes, frustration evident in his gaze. “Miss Bodyguard, you're always taking care of me. Entertaining all my whims. So just..for this once..let me return the favor.”

The earnest tone and his sparkling eyes made your cheeks slightly warmer. For a moment you stammered with your words. Then responded. “Alright then. I'm in your care.”

“Yeah yeah.” His demeanor changed immediately, and he was back to his usual teasing self as he winked you. “Just don't get used to it.”

Here's Rafayel’s version. HOPE YOU LIKED IT.

I'm not entirely confident about my portrayal of Raf but I hope it was alright and not too ooc.

Please let me know what you think. And if you'd like more such headcanons of Love and Deepspace boys.

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[samoankpoper21]

Numb - Jo Togame

Jo Togame x chubby! reader

Word count: 3.2K

Content warnings: a bit of self deprecation (only because the reader is still growing into her own), cussing, unprotected sex (always use protection!), p in v, creampie

Genre: angst, smut, smut with plot

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED 18+! MDNI!

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

Togame wasn't slow, just the way he spoke.

You remember the first time he and his family had moved next door. "Y/N, come say hello to our new neighbor." Peering from behind your mother you peeked to see the slender boy with dazzling emerald eyes peeking behind his mother as well. The two women chatted as you both regarded each other quietly. "Y/N, this is Togame. Togame this is Y/N."

Your family owned a small clinic that you were set to take over once you were older; your weekends spent readying, studying anatomy, medicine, herbs and the likes. "Do you actually want to do that when you're older?" Togame drawled one lazy afternoon. "'course! Why wouldn't I?"

"Have you ever thought about doing something else?"

"Nuh uh. From the moment I saw how my dad tended to this elderly man I was hooked. I want to be like him."

"Hm." Togame smiled while ruffling your hair. That was the first time your heart beat like crazy. Trying to rationalize your heart's wild thumping due to the fact that puberty hit you both differently there was no denying that you were attracted to your childhood friend. What you once saw as a small boy with thick black hair and big forest green eyes grew to be a lean, muscular man whose jawline was sharp, hair now shoulder length, veins traveling the length of his arms, legs thick and taut with muscle; only thing similar was his aloof nature that wouldn't allow him to make friends easily.

He was your first when it came to intimacy: your first kiss, first hickey, first hand held, first sexual partner. You remember storming into his room demanding, "Togame! I need you to kiss me!" Smirking he drawled out, "Well where is this coming from?" You relayed the story of how most of the girls in your friend group had already had their first kiss all but you and Emi earning pitiful gazes. Swallowing slowly he asked, "You sure about this sweetheart?" Nodding fervently he chuckled instructing you to sit on the bed with him. Turning your body to face him you suddenly felt self conscious: would he be turned off by your belly and rolls? Would he grimace at the way your skirt hiked up your thick, melanated thighs? He doesn't have to do this anyway. He's just being a good friend. Lost in thought you failed to realize how much closer he moved toward until he gently cupped your chin whispering, "Stop overthinking this." He pressed his lips against yours gently first, your eyes widening, your brain reveling in the feel of his slightly chapped lips; he taking in the softness of yours. You closed your eyes as your lips began to brush and move against one another, your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck pulling him closer, your fingers carding through his hair tugging lightly til he growled. Pulling back panting you murmur, "Sorry, didn't mean to hurt-"

"Don't stop." he demanded, pulling you closer by the back of your neck, your back meeting his covers, not an iota of space between you two; both his and your hands traveling, exploring, squeezing.

Your makeout sessions were becoming more frequent, both of you not wanting to put a title on what this was; for all you were aware of was how good it felt, the thrill of being able to run to the other person's arms and feel their lips against one another. Until one particular session became too heated. Laying in bed, Togame on top, his hand slowly crawled underneath your shirt, squeezing at the fat, dancing along the curves of your love handles and waist. He cupped your clothed breast, pinching and rolling the erect nipple causing you to gasp in the kiss, his tongue slowly traveling into your mouth, exploring. Your tongue began to intertwine with his when he sucked on it causing you to moan. "Do it again." he demanded before slowly sticking his tongue into your mouth, your tongues fighting against one another, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. That was your first french kiss.

Sitting in his room anxiously he could read you like a book. He knew whenever you failed to meet his gaze gnawing at your lip that there was something "difficult" you wanted to ask of him but was too shy to. He laid there patiently waiting, watching you clench and unclench your small, chubby hands. He always told you he found your hands cute. "Togame," you whisper.

"Mm."

"I...I have a favor to ask you."

"What is it sweetheart?" your heart clenched at the endearment he always used when it came to you. Figuring you've already done embarrassing stuff together you settled to just be out with it. "I need you to fuck me." His eyes widened. "Come again?"

"I just-I just want to see what the other girls keep talking about. None of the guys at school find me attractive which I don't mind because they're not my type either it's just-" Cupping your cheeks he earnestly gazed at you. "Ya sure?" Holding his gaze, your blush heating up Togame's hands, you nodded. If only you knew all the dirty thoughts that ran through his mind as he fucked his fist at night: thoughts of you. Kissing you slowly, gently, as a means to relax you he lowered you onto his bed, his lips brushing your cheeks, trailing down your neck, murmuring "beautiful" as he nipped at your pulse point making you gasp. His lips traveled down to your collar before reaching your shirt. "May I?" looking away covering your face you nodded for him to continue. Slowly peeling your shirt over your head he audibly gasped "Beautiful", your arms failing to cover your tummy. "Stop that." he scolded. Peeking at him you silently gasped, for this was the first time anyone, let alone a man looked at you with so much want. His blown out pupils nearly covering his beautiful beryl eyes as he bit his lip taking in the entirety of you. The want and need in his eyes fueled your courage. Reaching behind you unclasped your bra tossing it somewhere in his room, your bountiful breasts spilling over. You always knew Togame had huge hands but in comparison to your 46D breasts it still covered a good amount. You watched as his calloused hands cupped both mounds causing you to squirm, watching as some of it spilled through his fingers. "So soft." he dazes. Finally meeting your eyes he gauges your reaction as he slowly began to pinch and roll your nipples, watching as your eyes close, lips caught between your teeth. "Togame." you whimper, the bulge in his pants growing tighter. Slowly leaning his head down he took one of the rocky pebbles in his mouth and began to suck, catching it between his teeth lightly tugging, your back arching. Maintaining eye contact with you he swirled his tongue around before fully enclosing your breast into his mouth sucking harshly. "To-Togame!" you gasp out. Blowing air on your nipple he chuckled at your whimpering before moving to the next breast, your fingers tangling themselves into his thick hair pushing him more into you. Leaving your nipple with a pop he smirked at your panting figure, nipping at the tops of your breasts. His lips gently placed kisses in between your breasts, slowly making their way down your chubby tummy, licking at some of the stretch marks, pushing a deep kiss into your belly before reaffirming how beautiful you are to him.

Locking eyes with you once more for consent your lust filled gaze nodded as he slowly peeled your skirt down your legs groaning at the wetness found on your panties. Lowering his face to your mound he inhaled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Hooking his fingers around the band he slowly pulled your panties down, you subconsciously spread your legs wider for him. "Togame," you whined. "Do something." Licking his lips he lays himself flat on his stomach, his hands wrapping around your thighs pulling your closer to his face. He took a tentative swipe along your folds making you let out a small gasp. Biting and sucking on your inner thighs he sucks on your puffy clit causing you to let out a drawn out moan, the tension in his pants becoming stuffier. He began to suck and lick at your folds, moaning at your saccharine taste. You tasted so much better than he imagined, thankful that he was the one to be able to do this with and to you. Bumping his nose against your clit his tongue slid into your entrance, your back arching, your hands tangled in his hair pushing him deeper to your mound. "Please! D-don't stop." your hips began moving of their own accord, all sense of shame out the window. "That's it sweetheart," he urged. "Keep using my fucking face." before landing a slap on your thigh making you moan. Taking your clit in his mouth he gathered some of your slick on his middle finger sliding it into you slowly earning a silent "o" from you. Slowly pumping his finger in and out he watched as your eyes went from squeezing tight due to the uncomfortable pressure to your eyebrows relaxing. His finger was able to glide in and out of you with ease. "I'm going to add another finger in, think you can handle it?" You nodded and he slowly inserted his pointer finger along with his middle. You gasped at the delicious stretch. "'s tight." Letting his fingers stay in your warm cavern he waited until you gave him permission to move. Slowly jutting his fingers in and out he watched as your breasts bounced, your hips moving in accord with him. "T-Togame, more." Scissoring his fingers he took your clit in his mouth as he moved them at a faster pace. Bending them on contact of something spongy you gasped out, "Ah! To-Togame there! Right there!" Using his middle and ring finger he pumped his fingers in and out of you at lightning pace, bending his fingers inside beckoning in a come hither motion. "Listen to how fucking soaked you are for me." The wet squelching sounds filling the room was driving both of you insane. "To-Togame, I-I feel-"

"I know sweetheart. You're going to feel so good, I promise." Using his other hand he began to rub rapidly at your clit while the other was busy thrusting in and out of you. "To-To-Aaaaah!" Trying to close your legs Togame held one of them down as your orgasm washed over you. Trying to catch your breath all your ears could pick up on was "mwa" each one landing on your sensitive pussy lips. Licking you clean Togame praised you: "My pretty girl did so good for me. So fucking good for me." Once your breathing calmed down you looked over at him. "'s not fair. I'm the only one naked." Smirking he replied with, "Patience sweetheart." Getting off the bed quickly he tossed his shirt aside leaving you to admire his physique. You always knew he was built but not to this extent. Mesmerized by his hardened abs, broad shoulders, and the veins running down his forearms and onto his hands you pressed your legs together to create some type of friction, an action that did not go unnoticed by Togame. Ridding himself of his sweats and boxers you could feel yourself salivating at the thickness and length of Togame's cock as it hit his stomach. Crawling to the edge you gently took his cock in your hand reveling at the weight and warmth of it, he letting out a low hiss. Looking up at him you opened your mouth making sure to cover your teeth before taking his length in moaning at the contact, his heady scent making you dizzy. "F-fuck Y/N." You swirled your tongue around his tip, watching as he kept his hands glued to his sides, balled into fists, his eyes closing. Remembering to breath through your nose you slowly took inch by inch of him making sure to get his dick wet and slippery. Using your hand at his base you began bobbing your head up and down his length, hollowing out your cheeks. Hearing you gag he pulled back breathing harshly. "Y-you okay?" Biting your lip you crawled off the bed kneeling in front of him looking up through your lashes. Gawd Togame wanted to cum from the sight in front of him, imprint it in his mind forever. Keeping eye contact you hollowed out your cheeks using both hands to twist his cock as you slurped and sucked. All restraints broken Togame moaned tangling his hands in your hair fucking your mouth. You moaned and gagged loving how he was using you as his personal fuck toy. "S-shit 'm gonna cum." Pushing your face against his pubes as encouragement he let out a low groan before releasing into your mouth, his sticky hot seed hitting the back of your throat.

Taking a moment to process what had happened he slowly peeled his hips away from your face tilting your head upward. Glaze filled eyes locking with his you opened your mouth extending your tongue, letting him know that you were a good girl for swallowing all of him and not wasting a single drop. He groaned. "Gawd you're gonna be the death of me sweetheart." Pulling you off the floor he harshly pushed his lips against yours, you both moaning at the taste of each other's climax hitting the other's taste buds. Pushing you to the bed as if in a trance he says, "I gotta fuck ya otherwise I'll lose my mind." Spreading your legs again he kissed you, rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds. Slowly sliding in you both moaned at the fullness. "Pretty girl you're so tight. 's like you're suffocating my dick." Running your hands through his hair you whine, "Togame, fuck me." After those words left your lips you watched his eyes darken, as if a switch had flipped. Hoisting your hips up slightly he began pounding into you, watching as your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts. "Fuuuck Togame, yes. 's so good." Grabbing the back of your thighs he pressed you into a mating press his thick, long cock hitting deeper, poking at your cervix. "O-ohmygawd Toga-"

"Hmmm? Isn't this what you wanted? For me to fuck you?"

"Yesyesyesyes" your hands left his hair flying above your head clutching at the pillows, your eyes closing as you felt your impending orgasm rushing towards you. "To-Togame mmph!"

"Open your eyes. I wanna see you come undone." Togame slammed his hips against yours, the wet plap plap plap sound of his thighs meeting the back of yours had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Using his left hand he quickly rubbed at your clit your eyes shooting open. "Togameeeee please s-so close"

"Me too sweetheart." Slamming into you his hips faltered, pace sloppy, his fingers rubbing at your puffy bud. "Cum for me sweetheart." Locking eyes with him you screamed as your climax hit you hard, your wet gummy walls squeezing him oh so good his jaw clenched shooting his load deep into you. That was the first and last time you would sleep together before he left to be with Shishitoren.

You remember when he excitedly came bustling through the doors of your family's clinic, his way of speech a tad, just a tad bit faster, as he gushed over his new friend group and something about a guy named Choji; how Choji ushered him into Shishitoren gifting him with the yellow and white baseball style jacket with the emblem resembling the Japanese lion head on the back. You sat there staring up at him as he animatedly expressed to you how Choji was like the sun: warm, inviting, bringing out the best in people.

Months passed before you would see him again. Staring out the window you sighed as you saw the once clear skies being quickly covered with dark clouds, the heavy rain beginning to fall. You were closing up shop when the doors of your family's clinic slid open, thunder clapping behind him. "Togame!" you shouted. Rushing over to him you pulled him in shutting and locking the doors. He let you lead him to the examination table sitting there silently his head facing down as you busied yourself retrieving towels from your room upstairs. Shucking his jacket off you began to swipe at his forearms, moving your way up to his shoulders, damp hair, gently dabbing at his face. "Togame, what happened?" Staring ahead not answering you sighed whispering, "Let me grab more towels." Before you could fully turn around, his strong arms encased you pulling you closer, his forehead pressed against your chubby tummy. Biting your lips, tears brimming on the surface, you couldn't help but feel the butterflies in your stomach beating against its cage; the feelings you held trapped inside wanting to burst through your chest. "Please," you heard him lowly murmur. "Just stay like this...for a little while longer." Nodding your head your fingers automatically began threading through the thick, black trenches of his hair unaware that he too was fighting the same battle as you.

Weeks pass and he would stop by the clinic to get patched up, each time looking more exhausted, numb, dead inside. You noticed after that first rainy night how his eyes no longer held a trace of light or life in them, how he had braided the ends of his long locks, and now wore sunglasses. "Togame," you whisper while applying hydrogen peroxide on the newest cuts to his knuckles. "Why are you doing this? Why are you fighting so much?" Looking up to see him staring ahead you plead, "Answer me." Rubbing your thumb across his knuckles your tone turned accusatory. "Is it Choji? Is he the one making you do all this?" Finally getting a reaction out of him you were startled to see how fast his head whipped in your direction, his eyes glaring at you with a sharpness. "You don't know Choji."

"I-I'm just saying Togame look at you! You're all banged up! Every time you come to me now it's only for me to patch you up and then you come back with a new set of bruises! At what point is fighting not enough?! Hm?"

"You don't know anything Y/N."

"Then tell me! Because from what I'm seeing ever since you befriended this Choji guy you lost all sense of hope and purpose." Snatching his hand from your grasp, grabbing that damned Shishitoren jacket along the way he hissed out, "I don't need this shit and I don't need it coming from someone like you."

"Someone like me?! What's that supposed to mean?"

"You think you can tell me who to be friends with? You don't know anything. All you know is your stupid books and how you've been holed up here your whole life." Lowering your head so that he wouldn't see the tears brimming at the surface you ask in a low voice, "So that's how you think of me huh?" Without answering you turn your back towards him. "Let this be the last time I see you Jo." Once the doors of the clinic slowly slid shut your knees buckled leaving you to sob and wail at the loss of your friend, your first love.

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A/N: I know I wanted to see more stories about body confident people on here but I felt like it would be more relatable if the reader suffers body image issues. My thought process went as follow: reader is insecure because she's a teen still going through puberty, trying to navigate what it means to be plus size. Once in high school that's when she owns it and learns early on how to love herself despite what society says.

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icebreaker | matt sturniolo

♪ reflections — the neighborhood

summary: after an amazing ice skating performance your entire body breaks down and you start having a panic attack. but your boyfriend is right by your side...

warnings: boyfriend!matt x ice-skater!reader, angst, panic attack (reader), profanity, fluff towards the end, one sweet kiss, slightly rushed

authors note: fun fact, this was actually based on a dream i had a few weeks back. i have this weird thing where if i have a dream i loved and or cared about, i write what i can remember in my notes... it's not healthy but i have no regrets.

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THE APPLAUSE WAS LOUD. your shaking hands held high in the air as you finished you beautiful ice skating piece you had been working on for months. the crowd screamed and whistled for several seconds as the judges rises for a standing ovation.

but your eyes stared high at the ceiling, having the gut-wrenching feeling that your performance was terrible. your legs weren’t strong, your posture was lazy, and your turns were absolutely shit. you let your hands drop to your sides, as the crowd's loud whistling fades out your mind. you gracefully leave the ice rink, receiving looks from other opponents and trainers.

your body felt shaking and weak as you walked to find your bench along the line of the audience, but your mind couldn’t focus, your thoughts weren’t processing. you looked weak, your performance was weak. negative thoughts crowded your head, and everything just felt foggy and fuzzy.

but when your eyes slowly faded back to focus, your coach reached over hugging you in her arms. she had whispered sweet nothings as you found yourself just clinging onto her.

she quickly pulled away when large hands found your waist, pulling you off the ground and into their arms. you immediately recognized the warmth of the larger figure. matt sturniolo.

your amazing boyfriend since high school. you weren't too surprised he showed up to support you. you've been through thick and thin with him and filming youtube. you both were so supportive of each other it was incredible how far you guys had come.

having his warm sent crowd your head had made your anxious feelings only go away for a second. your mind was filled back with the negative voices in your head when your boyfriend placed you back on your feet.

"you were fucking amazing!" nicks voice echoed behind matt. you tried smiling at your boyfriend's brothers coming over to give you their quick hugs, but your entire body just felt numb, lifeless. matt hadn’t noticed how you weren’t processing anything at first. he was smiling between you and the scoreboard waiting as judges proceeded to put in your score.

chris had reached between matt, pressing a large video camera in your face. you quickly flinch having your hands fall from your control. "guys, y/n is a fucking beast!" chris claimed, holding the camera. naturally, you weren't too fazed with a camera in your face. you and matt's relationship wasn't public, but many people knew and enjoyed you on the sturniolo's channel.

but having the camera so close to your face at this moment made you quickly panic. and matt was quick to notice. he watched as your face was full of fright, and how your hands were shaking uncontrollably. you weren't even sure why you felt so shaking and in panic but you matt's eyes glazed you entire face catching your frighten look.

"chris get the camera out of her face." matt said trying to maneuver himself in front if you, but chris stood confused. "what?" he muttered, lowering the camera slightly, but staying in his spot between his brother and you.

"get the camera out of her face." matt nearly shoved his brother out of his way as he moved to hold your shoulders. your eyes shifted, becoming watering from the thick air. your hands shook to rise to hold matt’s, but your entire body felt out of control.

"breathe, breathe," he whispered, easing his face closer to yours. but you couldn’t breathe, you felt like your entire body was drowning in your sweat, and disappointment, you felt weak and vulnerable.

your eyes glanced around you receiving several looks from the girls who had performed before you. you could just hear their thoughts. what is wrong with her? she can't even skate? she looks horrible.

you were quickly brought back to reality when matthew quickly rushed you towards the bench nearly by, placing you down first, then letting himself kneel in front of you. your breaths were heavy as you tried carrying words out of your mouth, but matt’s hand on your chest stopped you. it was comforting knowing you weren’t alone, but your entire mind said you would always be alone.

you shook your head, trying to cancel the horrible thoughts when matt pulled your face into his neck. "it’s okay, i’m here." you tried listening, but you just couldn’t. your breaths got heavier, your hands shook fast, you weren’t in control of your own body and it frightened you.

it frightened matt and his brothers, mostly matt. he wanted to help, he has suffered from these panic attacks in the past. it's terrifying and knowing how scared you are is breaking him. "just focus on my breathing, what do you hear?"

you pause nudging your head into his neck. hearing his slow breaths, sweet nothings, the echoed clapping from the stands. you place your shaky hands in his and he holds them. tight. he's assuring you while you try finding words- anything.

"i-i hear you..." you choke out. tears fall down your face falling onto matts bear skin. his entire body shivers causing you to lean off him to face his face. you needed to see him. "i hear you."

"because i'm right here." he raises your interlocked hands and kisses the back of your hand. "your not alone. i'm here- nick, chris..." your eyes dart to your coach who is carrying a gatorade water bottle and a hoodie. the hoodie belonged to matt. you borrowed it a while back but refused to give it back.

you can't hear anything anymore, you only hear matt and the sweet assuring words he's saying as he rubs circles on your hand. it's like your entire body clicked back into focus when you feel your breathing pick back up and your negative thoughts blow away.

matt's head looks back at you and a small smile plays on his lips. it's a small gentle smile. one that kills you every single time you look at him. "you okay?" he asks softly, unlocking your hands so he can rub your jaw softly.

you feel embarrassed.

you completely panicked in front of everybody. you cover your face in matt's chest hiding the way your cheeks quickly turn red. "i'm sorry..." you muttered.

matt rubs shapes around your exposed skin on your back. "about what?" "acting out in front of all these people." you whispered into his chest.

"don't feel sorry it's not your fault." you lean off his chest and look at him and he's still smiling. "you were amazing."

you want to cringe at how adorable he is, but you know you guys are just like that. you guys enjoy complementing each other and looking at each other for hours. "you are amazing." you poke your hand at his chest, hiding your blush "thank you for helping me..."

"no fucking way!" you hear chris shout from behind matt. you both turn your head to look at chris and nick jumping up and down like children. "what?" you inquire, drawing your eyebrows together. "you got a perfect score! you're in first place!" nick shouted, pointing up at the large scoreboard.

you eyes go wide at the screen. he wasn't wrong. it was right in front of your face, a perfect ten large in red letters. you couldn't believe it.

you look at your boyfriend smiling wide as you gives you that look. the you're amazing, you're incredible, i love you more than anything look. his head tilts to the side and you can't help but laugh at his happiness.

"see..." he drags out, leaning into you slightly. "you're amazing." you both are giggling at each other before he draws you close and places a soft kiss on your lips.

[pleasingforharry]

can you write about how harry is obsessed with y/n’s clit? he loves rubbing and sucking it every chance he can get because he knows it gets y/n off the most

oh my god.

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“H-Har, fuck... wait I—” Y/N choked out as her fingers tangled themselves in her boyfriend’s hair. He only hummed in response, sending euphoric vibrations through her body as he sucked harshly on her clit. Both of his arms circled around her thighs so she couldn’t escape his tight grasp. 

His tongue plunged deep inside of her before swirling wet circles. Y/N gasped and moved her hips back, suddenly feeling overstimulated, but Harry only followed. He was holding her securely that she couldn’t go far, and he loved when she writhed from pleasure.

Y/N couldn’t figure out how she had gotten so lucky. Every relationship she’d been in, his pleasure was more important than hers. It was the same thing every time—give him a sloppy blowjob before turning on all fours to let him pound recklessly in her. If she asked, most times, he’d finger her before becoming impatient and sticking his cock in her. 

But every relationship was like that for Y/N, so she didn’t know any different.

That was until she met Harry. And fuck, was she a lucky girl.

When he first learned about the mindset she was in, that male pleasure was over hers, he had to completely change that. But not only did he give Y/N the best experience of her life, Harry became very obsessed. He had put himself in a permanent addicted state. All he wanted was Y/N’s cunt.

Not that Y/N hadn’t been eaten out before, but it never met the level of pleasure that had her head thrown back, eyes tightly shut, and her throat burning from yelling his name. However, it did make her numb to any oral pleasure she received. She needed more hands to count how many times she had faked it.

The first time Harry had Y/N laid out on his bed, his head moving lower down her body as he planted gentle kisses, she anxiously blurted out her confession. “I’ve never really come from being eaten out, so I don’t want to waste your time down there.”

Harry stared at her confusedly, asking for more details. She quickly summed up how she’s barely had anyone down there because it was mostly about him, and when it did happen, she’s only had bad experiences with it. Harry became immediately pissed with her words.

“Well, then, I guess I’ll just have to change that, now don’t I?” He smirked, moving back to his position between her legs.

“Harry, it’s fine. You can just—”

Before Y/N could let him off easy, Harry suddenly swiped her panties down her legs to reveal her plushy cunt. His eyes sparkled and dilated from the sight. But he didn’t stare for long as his impatient curiosity got the best of him and he was rubbing her clit while he mercilessly devoured her. 

Y/N was caught off guard by the unfamiliar wave of pleasure. Her hand shot to her mouth to contain the animalistic moan that escaped her throat. She looked down at Harry who was smirking while his tongue scavenged for food. 

He was experienced and it showed. His tongue continuously licked a long stripe up the length of her cunt before jutting inside of her. He had Y/N’s thrown back, eyes tightly shut, and throat burning from yelling his name.

And even months later, Harry hasn’t let Y/N go too long without being eaten out. He was being generous and giving her cunt a break every so often, because if it was up to him, Harry would be between her legs every single day. He was badly obsessed.

Harry pulled back slightly to look at his favorite dish; Y/N’s pretty cunt. His fingers came up to spread her folds open and he instantly drooled. Y/N whined above him, pushing at the back of his head to bring his mouth back to where she desperately needed him. She was so close.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” Harry sighed, sliding a single finger deep inside of her, before starting a slow thrust. “How does it feel, baby?” 

Her toes curled at the teasing sensation and nodded. “Hmm.”

Harry chuckled, “Can’t speak?” She shook her head, before her jaw drew agape from another finger joining and his thumb meeting her clit. It rubbed delicate circles that caused her to squirm in his hold. His fucking fingers.

The room was strongly scented with Y/N’s cunt. She had been aroused ever since Harry told her that he was on his way home. She always knew what that meant, and being already in a horny mood, she was extra wet when he rolled her shorts down her legs and saw the huge stain on her panties.

It was a constant routine for the couple. Harry had to have her cunt all the fucking time. It was all he thought about throughout the day. He made sure she was prepared for him as he’d send warning texts on his way home. 

h <3: please be ready to come multiple times tonight. I’ll be devouring you for hours, baby

Some were very direct.

h <3: I want you naked and spread out for me

And some a little more desperate.

h <3: I can’t stop thinking about your cunt, baby. Fuck, I need to have my tongue deep inside you and your juices dripping down my chin. I want to tease your precious clit until you start whining for my mouth. Then, I’ll pin your legs wide open, your cunt on display for me and only me. All through the night, I want to be tasting my beautiful girl. I love you so much, baby. God, I can’t stop thinking about it. 

h <3: Can you be ready on the bed for me, lovie? I need your cunt asap.

But sometimes, Y/N knew what Harry wanted without even having to explain anything.

h <3: ?

baby: yes

h <3: i love you :)

During the entire drive to her, Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He tried to think of anything else but what was waiting for him, although it was nearly impossible. So, he had to deal with a very hard dent against his tight pants.

He wondered if Y/N was naked already. Spread open with her wet panties beside her. He wanted to see her thighs subtly clenching as she tried to hide her sweet smell that aroused in their home. His favorite fragrance.

When he pulled into the driveway, he clumsily rushed up to the door and burst through the entrance, his eyes immediately darting to the living room. Y/N was there, the television playing her favorite show as she sat open with her knees bent, feet planted on the cushions. Naked and beautifully sculpted. 

"Fuck me,” Harry whispered as he stalked over to stand in front of her, savoring the sight. Y/N had her teeth deep in her lip to hide her shy smile as he unashamedly trailed his eyes all over her body. “I have to be the luckiest man on this Earth. I get to come home to this, all for me. Is that right, baby? Is this for me?” He asked, slowly dropping to his knees, leveling himself with her cunt.

Y/N nodded slowly, “Just for you, H.” He instantly moaned at her words, his hands finding their way up her bent legs at a teasing pace. He loved the feeling of her silky skin under his fingertips. She was so beautiful, inside and out.

“Yeah? Only I get to see this pretty pretty cunt? For my eyes only?” He asked, his eyes falling hooded after smelling her. His hands reached her waist and he gave her a tight squeeze. His touch was only a few inches away from where Y/N was desperately throbbing. His attention flickered between Y/N’s face and her sweet cunt.

“For your mouth only,” She added, already squirming in her spot. Harry saw that she was seeping out pre come and needed him soon. And he was gladly ready to give her whatever she wanted. His tongue ran along his bottom lip to collect his drool.

He took his time in running his fingers down to Y/N’s center and teasing around her area. He softly caressed her other pair of lips and traveled down her slit. His thumb found her swollen clit and he smiled. Y/N’s chest heaved, trying to hold back from yelling at Harry to hurry.

His two fingers finally met her cunt and pushed themselves into her. Harry watched her expressions closely, enjoying every face of pleasure she made. Her jaw drew agape as she was finally filled with something. “Yes,” She sighed, now slowly moving her hips against his fingers.

“You like that, baby? Your pretty cunt clenched around me so fast. You were empty for a while, huh?” He cooed with a teasing pout. “I’m sorry, beautiful. I’m going to take such good care of you tonight. You don’t even know.”

And she didn’t. Harry had planned on keeping his mouth busy for a really long time. 

He pulled his fingers out of Y/N to bring them to his lips. His eyes fluttered shut as he wrapped his tongue around his juiced fingers, before closing his mouth.

“Please,” Y/N whimpered as she listened to Harry moan loudly at the taste of her. He sucked in a long breath, before glancing down at where his fingers once were. His arms slithered around Y/N’s legs to widen them and kissed down from her knee to the skin adjacent to her cunt. 

Her inner thighs were one of his favorite places to leave hickeys. Only he’d be able to see them, and Y/N was really sensitive down there. His plush lips continued to gently pucker against her skin before kitten-licking to mimic what he was soon to do to her cunt.

“Harry,” Y/N whispered so low that she wasn’t sure if she even said it. His eyes were trained on her the entire time, loving the way her brows furrowed and mouth breathlessly gasping. 

He brought his face level to her cunt and leaned forward to kiss beside her clit. Y/N knew he was doing it on purpose because he definitely knew where it was. “I love you,” he kissed the other side of her clit, “I love you,” then he brushed his lips over her cunt as he whispered again, “I love you.” 

Y/N felt his warm breath against her and she sighed. “Harry,” she groaned more or so, and he chuckled.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, baby.” Her wish was his command as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. The same way he does to her puckered nipples, switching between harder and soft sucks then pulling away to flick with his tongue. Y/N loudly moaned as her head rested back against the couch cushion.

When she felt a particularly intense suck, her hips bucked against his mouth. Harry grazed his teeth cautiously, flicking his eyes up at her for a reaction. But all he saw was the bottom of her chin and her body rolling with her hips.

It felt amazing. He was amazing. She felt so loved and wanted. For once, her pleasure mattered more.

Harry started lapping at her cunt, a sole finger assisting by rapidly thrusting into her. Y/N was going to come at any moment, but she tried to hold back as best she could so the sensation wouldn’t end. Even still, Harry was most likely going to offer to make himself home between her legs tomorrow. 

Y/N somehow whispered the message to Harry that she was close. But he knew her body like the back of his hand. When she clenched around his finger, and her hips pushed against his tongue faster, he could already tell. So, he decided to finish off her first orgasm for the night. It was going to be a long one.

She didn’t hold back with her final moan as she released all over Harry’s mouth. It was music to his ears as she laced his name between her cries. He was quick to lick up as much as possible. It was unexpected for her to let out as much as she did for her first orgasm. But he wasn’t complaining.

“My favorite taste. Fuck, Y/N,” Harry slurred with his cheek rested on her inner thigh so he could catch his breath. He had pushed his tongue into Y/N as far as he could that his nose bumped her clit and cut his oxygen. But he was collecting more and more of her juices that he didn’t want to stop until he was close to passing out.

Y/N held Harry’s cheek in her hand and swiped his wet nose clean. They both giggled and stared at each other lovingly. 

“Thank you,” she said to him.

“Don’t thank me now, I’m nowhere near done.”

Y/N was on her sixth round when she had to physically push Harry’s head away from her. He pouted at first, but understood and opted to snuggle with her on the couch while they watched her show on television. 

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[junethestudent]

Hello, lovely! Hope that you're doing well. Would it be alright to request another gp! Bada fic? Maybe a continuation to the other fic? Maybe reader does end up pregnant and Bada gets protective and jealous when someone tries to flirt with reader? So she decides to remind reader who she belongs to?

June Note: Hello beautiful anon! I was wondering if I should continue that story, so I’m glad you asked!

Screwup (PT. 2)

G!P Bada Lee x F! Reader

TW: Swearing, aggressive behaviors, unprotected sex, breeding, degrading, and pregnancy.

It had been weeks since you and Bada had become intimate with each other. Just as it had started it seemed to have stopped there as well.

Not only that you had been experiencing cravings and some fatigue, it made you wonder if Bada could have possibly gotten you pregnant.

To be safe you took a test, two lines. As you realized it, your heart raced and your body felt numb. How could you even tell her such a thing with how cold she was?

The next day during your private dance classes she was as cold as ever, her face showing no emotion as usual. You slowly inched towards her and grabbed her arm gently. She turned her head quick and frowned down at you, her head tilted slightly.

“What is it? Your dancing is lacking and now you want to stop?” She stared at you expectantly but her face morphed into a look of worry at the tears flooding from your eyes. She gripped your shoulder and bent down until you were facing her.

“Tell me. Tell me what it is,” this time her voice was soft and gentle and she brushed your hair out of your face.

“I’m pregnant. You got me pregnant,” your voice trembled slightly.

She didn’t respond. She just stood and paced before leaving the room. You wanted to run after her but guilt just washed over your weakened body. With the class being over as she left the room, you began to collect your things in silence.

The sounds of songs playing from other practice rooms echoed into yours, different mixes of songs bouncing off the walls. A familiar one played, Smoke, Bada choreographed that one. It hurt to remember it at this point.

You stood up and opened the door, letting it hit the wall with a thud behind you. Your eyes shifted upward only to find a man in front of you. He smiled, it wasn’t pretty but it wasn’t ugly either. “You dance here? First time?”

“I’ve been taking private classes,” your response was with a slight annoyed tone.

He looked at the room number and smiled again. “Ah, with Bada then? She’s alright but I’m better. I could teach you if you want?” His hand found its way to your hip. You were feeling vulnerable, as if almost anyone, any man, could fill that empty hole that Bada just left.

Before you could react you felt a heavy hand yank you to the side and grip at your neck. “She’s doing just fine in my class,” her jaw hardened at the sight of that creature trying to feel you up. Her hand reached towards your stomach, she rubbed softly in slow circles. Bada was a very territorial woman. She stared at the man, her face nose to nose with his.

“Get,” was all she had to say for him to scurry off to another room down the hall. As she turned to you her grunted. She palmed your chest causing you to fall back into the room. Her body was so muscular and slick with sweat as she stretched and shut the door behind the both of you.

“You want to flirt with others while you’re pregnant with my child?” She spoke gently but you could tell you were in for it this time.

She took a deep breath and turned to lock the door. She stood still for some time, her back facing you. “You’re always showing out like the whore you are. That’s hardly fair to me,” she abruptly faced you.

Bada drops to her knees and spreads your legs open. She bit her lip and tugged at your sweatpants and threw them off to the side.

“I’m sorry Bada, but you shouldn’t have just left like that!” Your voice reverberated throughout the room.

She grit her teeth. “Keep it down. I’m not going to pay the price for your bitching,” she rubbed her forehead in a frustrated manner before holding you hostage in a kiss. Her tongue flicked around your mouth and locked against your own tongue. You could feel her sweet taste flooding your mouth, and as you continued to kiss, her fingers pressed against your core. You gripped her shoulder and pulled her in closer, your lips crammed into hers.

She moved her thumb over your swollen clit and pressed down with much force. You whimpered and tried to pull from the kiss but she held you in place, her other hand behind your neck. After what felt like ever she pulled away and pointed to the bulge in her pants. “Be a good girl and suck me off..,” without hesitation you dropped to your knees and pulled her sweats down.

There was a strong scent of lotion mixed with sweat as loosened her fly. Her cock sprung out and bounced a few times before protruding straight out towards you. Before tasting her hard cock you pushed your hand in between the hole of her boxers and fished out her balls. They were large and definitely full of the thick load that was about to be splattered onto your pretty face.

She took both of her hands and forced your head towards her crotch. You pressed your lips against her tip and teased like before, Bada didn’t enjoy being teased at all. So she thrusted until her cock was lodged deep into your throat. You gagged at the raw taste of her penis being repeatedly shoved into your mouth. Your nose was pressed against her pelvis and her balls smacked into your chin as she deepthroated you, her moans becoming out of control and wild.

Anyone outside in the halls could definitely hear her animalistic groans. “I’m fucking close,” she muttered as she bent herself over you. She quickly pulled out and dropped her load all over your face. Bada kept her two of her fingers in your mouth so she could spill the rest of her seed deep in your throat.

Her body tensed as she pulled back and stared down at you. “Take off your panties for me, take off your panties for me like a good girl,” she grinned as you stripped your lower half of all clothing.

Bada slapped the tip of her penis against your thigh, leaving a wet splotch of your own drool against your skin. She positioned her tip in between your slit and rubbed it up and down and over your folds. Suddenly she thrusted in and moaned out as you took her full length inside of you.

“I’m pregnant,” you cried out but she ignored your whines and pounded into you, the sound of your skin slapping against hers. Your nails dug into her back leaving red marks all over her soft pale skin. Her huffs became louder as she buried herself inside of you, calling out your name like a whiny dog.

“Fuck you feel so good, tell me when you’re close,” she whispered into your ear, her body heating yours up as she moved against you. A few more thrusts and you felt as if you were in heaven, her tip moving in all the right spots of your sensitive cunt. She dropped her head into you and let out a low guttural groan before releasing her semen deep into you, but she didn’t stop. She continued to plow into you, her back arching to better reach your best spots. It felt warm and as you continuously wrapped around her cock with much tightness she couldn’t seem to help herself.

“I’m close.. I’m gonna,” your eyes rolled back and you wailed, your words becoming fumbled and making no sense. She chuckled as you wrapped your legs around her hips and finished coming on her slick-covered cock.

She brushed your hair out of your face and whispered softly again, “Now I’m sure you have my baby.”

Her joke made you cringe but you smiled as she kissed your forehead and held you close.

June Note: I’ve been quite busy at the office so I apologize if it seems rushed, I do hope you all like it though!

[fadingdaggerr]

heaven’s gate

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader (r is only ever referred to as queer, no other specifics)

summary: locking eyes with a woman at a bar and finding purpose in her kiss

warnings (in order): alcohol consumption, making out, smut (thigh riding, fingering, eating out, heavy praise), r is a simp the whole time, so much side character use bc i like making up lil stories about the little people in my head, pretty dialogue heavy in some parts

note: sorry i’ve been gone, i’ve had severe writers block and my birthday was this past weekend so i was out and about. never written smut before so this is different from my usual comfort zone, let me know what y’all think <3 i also tried to keep r neutral as possible to accommodate all presentations and identities :)

the wind whipped against your face as you steadily continued along the sidewalk, numbing your cheeks. the honking of cars and chatter around becoming white noise as you were dead set on your destination, only need at this point to get out of the wind tunnels. an arm looked through yours suddenly, breaking your pace slightly.

“babe, you have got to slow down. these boots are not meant for walking, they’re for attracting,” parker says as he clings to you for warmth, even with his long emerald green jacket on.

you laugh a little, “i’m not freezing my ass off because you chose heeled shoes when you knew damn well we’re in the old district. that means cobblestone streets. i thought you had a college degree?” he shoves you with a laugh, there’s no point in arguing with the truth. he complains the rest of the way, and you just ignore him until he finally stops when the club comes into view.

the vibration of the music could be felt in the floors, on the chairs, at the bar. everything hummed together, music and voices. you took it all in until a rum and coke slid right next to your hand. you nod at the bartender in thanks, turning to take in the club, smiling at the group taking a photo in from of the lavender’s orbit sign with giant smiles and little pride flags in hand. your eyes continue to scan as you bring your glass to your mouth, then double back when a set of eyes connects with yours.

resting against a tall stool, martini in hand, was the most enchanting being you’d ever seen. lips curved into a smirk at your staring, but it didn’t stop you. you allow your eyes to travel down, taking in her short, white dress and her long legs, watching as blue and purple lights sway and highlight her body. your eyes snap back go to hers, returning her smirk before continuing your look around.

you find parker by the pool tables, cheering on the group playing there, not so subtle in his hands caressing one of their arms. you shake your head with a laugh, he was on a mission, just as he had said before you’d left. parker sees you and waves your over excitedly.

“okay, okay so will you play pool with me? and like, help me get them to like me?” he says pointing at the person in bleach-dyed overalls, only a red binder underneath.

“one game,” you say holding up one finger, “i’m not playing matchmaker all night, there’s someone i think i need to talk to by the bar.”

he jumps a little, hugging you, “okay perfect, one game is all i need. then i can help you get some.”

you grab a cue stick, applying chalk as you speak, “i don’t need help. and i think you’ll be a little to preoccupied to help me anyways.”

the object of parker’s affection, max, and their friend arlo, let you break the set. a singular solid ball fell in, putting you into a head start. as the game continued, you told parker what to do so that you could both win and help him with max, which didn’t seem to be an issue. the eight ball was your last in, as you aimed, you could feel eyes on you, burning into your back. turning, you see the woman from earlier watching, new drink, same look in her eyes. you nod towards her then shoot, the eight ball drops into the cup.

parker grabs you, jumping as he holds you, mostly just shaking you like a rag doll. max and arlo shake your hand. deepening their voices to sound all gruff and puffing their chests as they both say “good game, good game,” before breaking and laughing at themselves.

the three step away to get more drinks, and you turn back to where the woman in white had been, but instead she was walking back from the bar, two drinks in hand. she approaches you, setting one drink in your hand. a rum and coke.

“larissa,” she says, “that was quite the game.”

you accept the drink with a smile, introducing yourself, “the game? i don’t recall your eyes being on the cues.”

“perhaps not, but how could they look at anything else?” her words send a shiver down your spine, “let’s go sit, darling.”

you begin moving to find a place to sit down and talk with her. her hand rests on your hip as you walk to keep close to you and not get separated. her touch was electrifying, even through your shirt. you let her sit first, then place yourself next to her, close enough that your legs touch and her perfume fills your nose.

“what do you do for work, larissa?” you ask, eyes looking into hers. you couldn’t see how blue they were before, cursing the dim lighting around you for not gifting you this privilege earlier.

“i’m an english teacher at nevermore, it’s a private academy up in jericho,” she says proudly.

you nod excitedly, “i’ve heard of it! my friend jaya went there in high school since she lived closer to there than byron’s home in rochester.”

her eyes widen, voice nervous, “you know about outcasts?”

you grab her hand, “i am an outcast, i went to byron’s. maybe you know her, jaya o’leary? gorgon, perfect eyebrows despite not getting them done ever in her life?”

larissa laughs, “yes! we had a couple classes together during third year, that’s quite the coincidence.”

“all roads lead back,” you say, mostly to yourself. larissa’s lips form into a soft smile, the hand that’s still in yours tightening.

“what do you do?” she asks.

“i’m a counselor. i run support groups and one-on-ones for anyone in need, we have varying specialists and everything,” you say before you take a sip of your drink.

larissa leans closer, “what do you specialize in?” there’s genuine interest in her voice, and it makes you feel warm and fuzzy.

“queer adolescence and trauma. there’s a lot of kids that need a place to just exist as they are, and home is a confinement cell,” you say looking down into your lap, then back to larissa. she smiles at you, thumb running across yours.

“that’s an admirable profession, you should be incredibly proud of yourself,” her words are so heartfelt that you feel your chest bloom.

“thank you. and for the record, teaching is equally important. it’s a multi-faceted role, you should be proud too,” your eyes are locked with hers, trying to convey that your words are true.

just as she’s about to reply, a scream of your name catches both your attentions. parker’s freckles face popping into view as you watch him bob and weave through the crowd quickly until he stands before you with a giant smile. he almost speaks, but his eyes move to larissa then back to you with a playful smile.

“first of all, nice. second, wow. third, i am going to disappear for a little bit, are you okay here? i can stay if you need me too,” his words are hopeful, but you know his promise of staying is just as true, he’d never leave you if you said no.

“i’m okay, go have your fun and text me. for the love of god, wear a condom. and for the love of your best friend, do not give me extreme details about this later or i will vomit in your shoes,” you say as you shoo him away. he grabs your face and presses a fat kisses to your cheek with an i love you, i love you, i love you, before running off to max.

you groan and wipe your cheek, where did the gloss come from? larissa giggles next to you at the interaction, hand over her mouth. “nice and wow? he’s sweet,” she laughs.

your head hangs low, “that would be parker, the bane of my existence and my assigned ward at this point.” this makes her laugh again, and you almost think you heard angels singing.

“would that be the reason you didn’t come up to me sooner?” larissa prods.

you laugh a bit, looking at her through your lashes, “unfortunately, yes. he needed me to help him win the game so that he could look good.”

her tongue goes across her teeth, “i think it worked better for you, at least in my opinion.”

it’s your turn to lean a little closer now, “well i almost lost because someone, not going to name names, was quite distracting during the final round.”

her hand leaves yours, much to your dismay, but quickly finds its way to your thigh, “oh, i’m sorry. how could i ever make it up to you, almost-loser?” her tone and fake pout nearly kill you on the spot, her touch was making the fire within you burn hotter and hotter.

your hand rises to her neck, caressing her jaw with your thumb. she was so beautiful it was making you dizzy, but you spoke regardless, “i think you’ve already made it up to me just being right here,” you feel her cheek warm under your hand, “maybe i should be thanking you, you might have been my good luck charm instead.”

her lips are only centimeters from yours as she says, “maybe you can repay me then somehow.”

—

her lips were soft, but her kiss was not. her teeth nipped at your bottom lips as she pulled away to breathe, only to pull you back in. one hand gripped her waist, the other against the brick wall behind her to hold you up. her own held you face, keeping you as close as possible. the breathy moans she let out through the kiss made your grip on her tighten, then slide down more, just over the curve of her ass. you pull her hips into you, making another noise leave her.

her lips detach detach from yours, angling her head down, she begins to nip at your neck. you could’ve sworn she was a drug, your own personal aphrodisiac. your hand slides down more, catching her thigh and bringing it to your hip, pressing your hips into hers to give some friction. a noise escapes her at this action, something that makes you need to kiss her again, truly kiss her.

you lean away, ducking your head to catch her lips once again, kissing her with less lust and more intimacy. you savor the way she shivers as your fingers draw little patterns on her thigh as you kiss her, pouring everything into it. she pulls away, panting lightly. your lips migrate to her neck, gentle kisses and nips as you both catch your breath.

through heavy breaths larissa says, “my hotel is only six blocks away.”

your head leaves her neck, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, “my apartment is four.”

your eyes stay locked together, both of you grinning like teenagers. you whip your phone out of your back pocket, opening parker’s contact.

to: park nasty going back to my place. do NOT come back unannounced i was serious about the shoe thing. be safe ily

you shove your phone back in your pocket, hand now extended to larissa. she immediately takes it, weaving her fingers with yours and wrapping the other arm around yours, holding you to her. you’re about to speak to her again when you phone chimes.

from: park nasty ily babe go get some!! and a little more!!!! lord knows i’m about to go back for thirds

larissa reads the message from beside you, laughing at the outlandish text. you groan at it before typing your own quickly

to: park nasty damn give the poor thing a little recovery time u absolute creature. i’m not gonna feel bad for u tomorrow when u complain

you chuckle and put your phone back in your pocket. you look at larissa before you both burst out laughing. she didn’t even know parker but she basically got the full extent of him within one text and watching the two of you interact while playing pool and when he came to you both.

“i see what you mean by the assigned ward thing now,” she says through a chuckle.

you guide her to your street, “he’s a menace, but he’s the best friend anyone could ask for. the descriptive details of his sex life are the price i pay for friendship.”

she just has to ask, “park nasty?”

you cackle, “he decided on day one of us meeting at byron’s that that would be his name in my phone. he thought it would stick, like everyone would call him that or something.”

she laughs with you, “and did they?”

“no!” you laugh loudly, “who’s gonna call a fourteen year old boy that?” she giggles at the story, “but i never changed it because i thought it was so stupid that it was hilarious.”

larissa clings to you and rests her head against yours as you unlock the gate in front of the door, then enter the code to get into the building. you have her step ahead of you, guiding her to your door with a gentle hand on her lower back. she’s back against you as you unlock your door and let yourselves in. you grab her purse and place it on the bench behind the door, then take her coat hanging it on the hooks, along with your own.

just as you look back at her, her lips crash into yours. you immediately kiss her back, hands flying to her hips and holding her tight. hers found their way to hold the back of your neck, blunt nails digging into your skin. you began walking her backwards to your room, staying against the door for a minute as you savor each others touch. you fumble for the knob, backing her in once the door is closed. you’re completely overtaken by her, her lips, her touch, the way she’s holding you like you’ll disappear.

larissa’s knees hit the bed, and she pulls you to her lap as she sits down. you push her back more, laying her on the bed. you lips migrate from hers to her neck, creating more marks to go with the ones from before. working your way down, you press kisses to the expanse of her chest, pale skin just begging to be painted in your affection.

larissa’s legs shift and you suddenly find yourself under her, her dress riding up and exposing more of her thighs. her lips go back to assaulting yours, her hands sliding underneath your shirt to trace the skin of your abdomen. only breaking away to gently ask, “is this okay?”

you smile at her, leaning up to kiss her cheek, “more than okay, i promise.”

her lips are back on yours, your hands are back on the creamy skin of her thighs. she was your new drug of choice, you couldn’t stop the venturing of your hands on her body as her lips and tongue pulled soft moans from you. you need more of her, as much as she’ll allow you.

you shift your hips, raising your right leg to press you thigh to her center, making her lips stutter as she moaned against your chest. her hips instinctually buck against your thigh again, and you hear her breath hitch.

“are you okay? we can stop,” you ask gently, gently stroking the skin of her thigh to assure her.

“don’t,” she rushes out, “i want this, i want you.”

there’s nothing to do except kiss her, kiss her so that it feel like a promise. your hands slide from her thighs to her hips, slowly guiding her against you. she moans into your mouth and your hands move her hips faster, her pleasure was all you could think about.

her moans grew whinier as she desperately moved against you. her forehead pressed into yours as her release grew closer and closer.

“you’re so beautiful,” you mutter, pressing your lips to hers, sitting up so she was now on your lap. the new angle and your words forced a filthy moan from her lips, “and you sound so beautiful. god, how do i deserve this?”

larissa could only kiss you harder, stealing the breath from your lungs. her hips wild against your thigh, the feeling of your hands gripping her hips, it was all too much. your lips found their way to her chest again, you nudge fabric out of the way to kiss along her breasts, gentle love bites that were soothed by your tongue.

larissa’s hips began to falter, moans becoming louder and longer. you flex your thigh more, kissing her as you move her hips faster. her hands grip at you shoulders, eyes screwed tight with pleasure. she was so close.

“open your eyes, baby. i wanna see you, can i see your beautiful eyes?” you ask as you kiss her neck and jaw, biting the skin every now and then, “please?”

larissa’s eyes flutter open, lust-drunk eyes looking into yours. you quickly reward her by pushing her further down on your thigh, making a sweet moan come from her as she looks into your eyes.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful,” a kiss to her chest, “you’re doing so well,” a kiss to her neck, “you can let go whenever you’re ready,” a kiss to her jaw, “i can’t wait to see you fall apart just for me,” a final kiss to her lips.

your words seem to be the undoing of larissa weems. she moans loudly against your lips, hips quickening then stuttering. blue eyes find yours as a long and beautiful song escapes her, thighs shaking. you’re in awe, entirely captivated by her. you can already tell that you’re not going to be able to let her go, your mind had been screaming to keep her close since you saw her. this sight was the only thing that mattered now, pleasing larissa was your life mission.

her forehead drops to yours, eyes shut, breath heavy. you stay there for a moment, unmoving, allowing her to come down peacefully. your raise your arm slowly, gently brushing hair from her face before cupping her cheek. her cheek presses into your palm, and you just have to kiss her. it’s soft and sweet, just a reminder that she’s cared for. she pulls back, eyes opening slowly. all you can do is smile at her, and she returns it gently. your lips find her cheek, pressing a few kisses to her skin.

“where the hell have you been?” she says with a breathy laugh.

you smile harder at her words, “i’ve been right here. guess you’ll have to come to the city more often.”

“or you’ll just have to come to jericho,” she says playfully.

you kiss her softly before speaking, “i have a good reason to it seems. a very beautiful reason at that.”

she pushes you back, leaning over you to press her lips against yours. the dance is slow, meaningful. her tongue grazes your lips for entry, and she’s given it without second thoughts. she kisses with full passion, telling you everything with every movement. she sucks on your bottom lip, making you groan and pull her face closer. all you want, need is her. you whine as she pulls back, and she gives you a quick kiss to appease you.

her fingers begin to lift your shirt up slowly, eyes searching for permission. you grab one of her hands, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. you grab her other hand and guide them both under your shirt, letting her know you’re okay. she strips you of your shirt, and kissing down your chest and belly. her hands find your belt buckle, undoing it quickly while you lift your hips help her remove it. she climbs back up, kissing a trail from waist to your lips. your hands fall to her back, finding the zipper of her dress as she lazily kissed you.

she sits up and her dress falls down, revealing a lack of bra, leaving her in ruined panties. you sit up and your lips immediately find her chest, wrapping around one nipple as your hands traced her body. your tongue swirls around her, leaving her skin with with a gentle kiss before moving to the other.

“god, you feel so good,” she lets out breathily, whimpering at your touch. after a bit she forces your head away from her chest, pushing you back down to remove your pants and her dress, evening the amount of clothing you both wore.

the view of her above you was breathtaking, you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. her hair was messy, lipstick smudged around her face, bruises and bites across her neck and chest. she was a goddess in your presence.

“what are you staring at me for?” she whispers, insecurity well hidden.

“you’re… you’re just so god damn gorgeous larissa,” you pull her down and roll so that you’re on top of her, “i can hardly believe you’re here, that you’re even real,” you kiss her softly. your lips trail down her neck, to her chest, down to her stomach, “and i get to see you like this.”

she pulls you up to her again, kissing you soundly, “it’s hard to believe you’re real yourself. never has anyone spoke to me like this, even made me feel like this.”

you frown at her words, mad at her past lovers for not appreciating her enough. “can i show you how beautiful you are?” you ask gently, nuzzling your nose against her cheek before continuing, “can i taste you?”

she groans at your words, turning her face to kiss you hard, “please.”

you kiss her again, trailing back down her body. reaching her center, you place a light kiss to her thigh, biting the plush surface then soothing it with your tongue. your fingers lightly trace up her legs to hook in her panties and pull them down. you bite your tongue, nearly moan at the sight.

you kiss along her thighs some more, slowly moving closer to where she needed you. you look up at her, “do you want me to continue?”

her hand reaches down for one of yours, and you are quick to follow, tangling your fingers together. she squeezes your hand, “yes.”

you kiss her mound gently, then move to her clit. wrapping your tongue around her, her hand grips yours. your tongue swirls her clit some more before going to taste her fully. your tongue gathers her wetness, you moan into her at the taste. the vibration alone makes larissa choke out a strangled moan. you continue to lap at her, slow, long strokes against her, savoring every second.

a long lick up back to her clit, sucking it gently, working larissa up. your hand that was wrapped around her thigh came to her entrance, slowly pressing your middle finger into her. she moans softly at the touch, squeezing your hand as you pumped your finger slowly.

“more,” she whines, “please.”

you follow command, adding your ring finger when you push back into her again while your tongue plays with her clit. a deep moan leaves her, only egging you on. quickening the pace of both your tongue and your fingers, you feel her legs wrap around you.

you pull back from he clit, pressing a kiss to it when she whimpers. “do you want more, baby?” your only response is a nod and a moan of your name.

your mouth is back on her, only to pull away again to watch her take a third finger. when your forefinger enters her as well, her moans echo off the walls. she pulls the hand she’s holding, wanting for your lips. you keep your fingers in her, letting her adjust as you climb up to kiss her. her arms wrap around your shoulders while her hips chase your fingers, moaning into your mouth. your thumb finds her clit, toying it in circles at the same pace as your fingers fuck into her faster.

you shove your face into her neck, sucking the skin and licking it and she grinds harder against you. she grows frantic in her movements as she gets closer, her walls hugging your fingers.

you move back down, replacing your thumb with your mouth. her moans become more whispers, her breathing shallow. “you can cum, baby. let me taste you,” you whisper.

your tongue and fingers move together at a fast pace, willing larissa to cum. the tight curl your fingers inside her makes her cry your name out as she climaxes. you remove one finger at a time as you slowly fuck her through her orgasm, bringing your fingers to your mouth to clean them. her eyes bore into you as she watches, you watch her in return. you keep your eyes on her as you clean her folds with her tongue, greedily taking every last drop of her.

“you taste like heaven,” you say as you kiss up her body, finding purchase in her neck. you press a kiss to her skin before asking, “you alright?”

she grazes her finger up and down your spine, “more than alright.”

you pull away from her, shuffling off the bed to stand up. she watches as you grab a t-shirt from the top of your dresser and throw it on, admiring you from the bed. “i’ll be right back,” you press a kiss to her cheek before turning to leave the room.

true to your word, you return within a minute, two bottles of water and a wet washcloth in hand. you prop the bottles on the nightstand closest to larissa and move between her legs to clean her up. she winces slightly, still sensitive, but you make it up to her with kisses on her thighs and hips. you drop the washcloth in the hamper, grabbing a shirt for her from your dresser. you lay down next to her, just watching her as she puts your shirt on and lays down facing you.

“you’re welcome to stay, if you’d like. if not, i can walk you back to your hotel,” you say quietly.

“do you want me to go?” she asks at the same volume.

you shake your head against the pillow, “not at all. i’ll even buy you breakfast in the morning, anywhere you want.”

larissa looks at the clock, 3:36 looks back at her, “i think it’s going to be lunch by the time we wake up.”

“ever heard of a diner, gorgeous? they have breakfast all day. you can get…” you look in her eyes, pupils dilating for a moment, “crepes with berries and honey, and a hot chocolate with cinnamon on top whenever you please.”

she stares at you with wide eyes and mouth agape, “how the hell did you know that?”

you laugh, realizing you’d only told her you were an outcast and not what kind, “i’m a telepath, baby.”

she blinks a couple times, “you’ve been reading my mind the whole time?”

you grab her hand, playing with her fingers, “no, i choose when i want to listen in, took a while to figure it out though. i just wanted to know your favorite breakfast, so i just looked for that.”

she pulls you into her, laying on her back to have your weight on top of her, “you are utterly delightful.”

you prop your chin on her chest, “may i ask what kind of outcast you are?”

she takes a deep breath, this was always a dreaded question, but she found herself trusting you with her secrets. she exhales slowly, “i’m a shapeshifter.”

“that’s so cool, i know a couple shifters. parker’s a shifter, but he can only shift to this big ass dog. but not like a werewolf, it’s voluntary,” you say as you glide your fingers up her arm.

“explains the amount of energy he has,” she responds with a huffed laugh.

you giggle at her comment, “i would’ve guessed you were a siren, just from looking at you.”

she smiles, “why’s that?”

“because you’re fucking outrageously gorgeous, larissa. bewitching, truly,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

you stretch across her to turn the light off before nuzzling into her. you fall asleep to her steady breathing and calm heartbeat, larissa’s arms wrapped securely around you.

—

you wake up in the morning with your face shoved in your pillow, a weight across your back. you crack an eye open, looking down to see a pale hand next to yours. memories of the night before flood your mind, lips growing into a smile. grabbing her hand, you bring it to your lips, gently kissing her fingers. lifting her arm just a tad, you turn and bury yourself in her chest, wrapping your arm around her as well. her arms wrap tighter around you, a yawn passing her lips. you kiss the skin against her neck closest to your lips, mumbling a morning, baby.

she hums in return, snuggling into you as she wakes up. you run your hands along her side, gently coaxing her into the waking world as you press soft kisses to her skin. finally moves by rolling over, trapping you below her, stealing a kiss from your lips. “good morning, lovely,” she whispers.

your peace is interrupted by your phone ringing from the nightstand. she reaches for your phone and and hands it to you, you kiss her hand in thanks. park nasty is calling appears on your screen, you mumble curses as you go to answer.

“what?” you ask.

“good morning sweetheart, it’s lovely to hear from you too,” parker says sarcastically into the phone.

“whatever, i’m putting you on speaker. behave yourself, larissa’s here,” you demand.

“oooo, is that the sexy blonde from last night?”

“yes, now behave yourself,” you repeat before pressing the speaker icon.

“hello miss larissa!” larissa says ‘hello’ back through a little laugh, “anyways, you aren’t going to fucking believe my night. please tell me you’re free for lunch, i’ll be a normal amount of gross i promise,” parker speaks quickly and excitedly into the phone.

you look at larissa as you speak, “well, we were going to go get breakfast- don’t even fucking start,” you can already hear him an snickering on the other line, “maybe you and i can do dinner or something?”

parker suppresses his giggles, “oh, please let me come to breakfast! i need to properly meet this larissa, i wanna hear all about last night’s desser-”

“parker, i will call abuela so fucking help me,” you threaten, and he knows you would.

“okay, okay! but please, let me join!” he drags out the last word, “larissa! please, tell this meanie i can come to breakfast. i’ll be good, scout’s honor.”

larissa chuckles, “yes, you should most definitely join us.”

“larissa please, he wasn’t a boy scout. abuela thought it was american propaganda,” you plead.

“too late! text me where you cuties are going, love you both. bye!” parker hangs up immediately, not allowing room for discussion.

“i’m going to need to stop by my hotel before breakfast, i have nothing to wear.”

you nod in agreement, “i’d offer you something of mine, but it doesn’t really seem to be your style.”

getting up from the bed, you extend your hand to her, “shower before we leave?”

she takes your hand, following you to your bathroom. you grab the hem of the shirt she’s wearing, lifting it up to expose her love-stained chest. she returned the favor, removing your own, as well as your own underwear. she pulls you in for a short kiss, just loving the intimacy of the moment. you both shower quickly, not wanting to leave parker waiting too long, but savor in the closeness and quiet

once you dry off, you hand her her dress from last night, then walk to your closet to pull out a light blue sweatshirt and a sweater. you place the crew neck next to her while you tread to your dresser. pulling cargo jeans out, you slide them on, and your t-shirt is quickly replaced by the thick black sweater. larissa never takes her eyes off of you, shamelessly watching you change, admiring her handiwork across your neck and chest. you catch her staring, and she’s quick to grab the sweatshirt, throwing it on as a means to hide for just a moment.

—

the drive to her hotel was nice, you spent the short journey asking random questions, some pointless and minor, some more thoughtful. favorite colors, worst fears, best birthday present, embarrassing childhood moments, you loved learning about her. you wished you could slow time, freeze and rewind the last fifteen hours over and over again.

she pulls you to her hotel room with your hands interlocked. you gladly watch her go through her outfits with a soft smile on your face, seeing how she pieces together what to wear in her mind. you want to read her, but you won’t unless she allows you to, and even then you’ll likely never ask.

“which do you think?” she holds up a white satin blouse and a white cotton one, and all you can do is blink.

“i think you look best in nothing,” she throws the satin shirt at you, “jeez, woman! i say…” you lean over her bag, spotting a pair of straight-legged black pants, “these, and keep my sweatshirt on. you look good in my clothes,” you smile. she only kissed you in response, before disrobing to get changed for the day as you text parker.

“i can’t be bothered with makeup today,” she grumbles as she laces up a pair of white boots.

you walk around to kneel down to tie the other shoe for her. “you don’t need it anyways,” you squeeze her thighs as you stand back up. “all set, gorgeous?” she nods, grabbing your hand.

—

larissa ends up applying mascara and tinted lip balm in the car while you head to the diner. parking across the street in the pharmacy lot, you jump out to open the door for her, bowing and extending your arm in jest. she smacks your arm playfully before wrapping her own around it.

sitting at table, your let you fingers dance along larissa’s thigh, both talking about random things while you wait for parker. neither of you noticed when he walked in until he slid into the and smacked his hands on the table. “good morning darling, meanie,” he nods to larissa and you respectively.

“so thirds went well i presume?” you say with a laugh.

he nods excitedly, “fourths and dessert too.”

you shake your head as the waiter puts menus down and asks what drinks you’d all like. latte, coffee, hot chocolate with cinnamon, you already knew. you stare at the menu while parker explains the beginning of the whole thing with max.

you turn to the breakfast page, pointing to the crepes for larissa. she smiles excitedly, mumbling to ask you if they have honey, “of course they do,” you say to her with a little smile.

“and so they had me like over the count- you’re not even listening. neither of you, i can’t believe this,” parker goes to smack you with his spoon when you bat him with the menu.

the waiter comes back, and takes your orders, taking a little to much care on larissa’s order. she pays him no mind, leaning on you while she orders, looking at you when you do. he seems to take the hint and quickly walks away, parker’s laugh taking place in his stead.

“doesn’t the fool know a basket of fruits when he sees one?” parker asks making larissa laugh, her hand flying to her mouth. her laugh makes you smile, eyes resting on her face.

“can i ask now?” parker asks, looking at you.

“three questions,” you say with a sigh.

“each?” he says with a sly smile.

“three total,” you say sternly making larissa chuckle again.

“where, how many times each, and are you u-hauling yet?”

your head smacks against the table before coming back up, “i hate you. my place, two and one, and watch your mouth.”

larissa’s head whips to you, eyes bulging out of her head. parker seems to put the pieces together first, because there’s a beat, then a crack of his laughter. he’s nearly struggling to breathe, then cries out when you kick him under the table. he resorts to holding back laughs, wiping tears from his eyes.

“had that much fun, huh?” he looks at larissa, his face turning red from laughter, “oh my god, larissa doesn’t get it. oh my god, please let me stay while you explain this.” you’re want to drown in your coffee cup, you have to explain this with parker across from you while in a public setting.

you duck your lips to her ear and whisper, “i told you that you tasted like heaven, didn’t i? brought me there with just the taste of you.”

you pullback and look at her face, her cheeks go fully red, eyes fluttering. parker is silent screaming at her reaction, you hold your head in your hands. you’re definitely snitching to abuela about his nosiness.

the waiter brings the food, crepes with berries and honey for larissa, eggs with toast and pan fries for you, and waffles with an absurd amount chocolate chips on top for parker. larissa immediately passes hot sauce to you, remembering your comment about loving tabasco sauce. you thank her with a smile, then glare at your friend when he does a little aaaawe.

“are you going to see max again?” larissa asks parker as he shoves half a waffle into his mouth.

he takes a sip of his coffee, “oh for sure. they’re too good not to, super sweet too. they would’ve come along but they had plans at their babcia’s place for lunch.”

you smile at him, “that’s awesome buddy.” you pick up a piece of cantaloupe from your fruit salad and pass it to him to take, he loves it while you loathe it. it just works.

he takes the melon from your fork, speaking while he chews, “what about you two? gonna keep up?”

you and larissa look at each other. you hadn’t even thought about it much, nothing past post-orgasm conversation. you want to say yes, but you don’t want to put pressure on her. she takes your hand under the table and speaks first, “definitely.”

you look at her, “yeah, vermont sounds pretty cool. i could spend some time there,” you turn to parker, “she teaches at nevermore.”

he perks up immediately, “you’re one of us?”

larissa smiles, “yes, i’m a shapeshifter. but i try to keep that a little quiet.”

parker’s grin is huge, dimples showing off, “totally get it. i’m a shifter too, people get a little freaked out by dogs that are five feet tall on all fours.”

larissa’s eyes widen as she looks at you, “you didn’t say he was five feet tall in that form.”

you shrug, “i told you he was a big ass dog.”

parker chuckles, “she was probably picturing a great dane, you moron,” he looks at larissa, “think the grim the harry potter, but lighter fur and better groomed.”

you laugh at his comparison, “sirius black was in prison for twelve years. did you want him to be all fresh and clean?”

larissa just laughs and watches in amusement as the two of you argue over the mauraders, her head on your shoulder, your arm around hers.

—

the rest of the time larissa is in the city, she’s with you. the next three days were spent touring around the city, going to shops and cafes, always ending in either your bed or her hotel’s, depending on which was closer. her departure time was steadily approaching, making you both a bit upset.

she lays her head on your chest, legs tangled with yours, sweat across both your bodies. you take the time to map her body with your fingers, needing to remember every inch of her. she was worth a six hour drive, hell she was worth a six century walk.

“what’s going on in your head?” she asks gently, “i can’t see into your mind, you know.”

you chuckle, kissing her forehead and hugging her close, “i’m just wondering how i can change my powers from telepathy to teleportation. would be so much easier.” she cuddles into you more, hugging you tight.

the next morning is slow, her alarm going off around six, even though she didn’t really need fo be up until seven. she just wanted more time with you. you spend part of your morning just holding each other, soft kisses holding promises. more kisses and hands between each others thighs in the shower, your name spelled on her clit with your tongue, her name falling from your lips as she brings you closer and closer.

you’re enjoying hot chocolate together in the lobby when her phone chimes, the nevermore car was only five minutes away. she looks at you with watery eyes, you bring your hands up to cup her face.

“it’s a six hour drive, whenever you want me there, i’ll be there. i know it’s harder for you to leave, i can organize and do meetings virtually time to time,” you kiss her cheek.

she shakes her head, “you’re job is too important, i can’t ask you to do that. that would just be selfish of me, they need you.”

“baby, i’m only working in person half the week with clients, the other half is all online. i’m a phone call away from any of them, you won’t be stealing me from anyone,” you assure her.

“you have to promise me you won’t sacrifice your job for me,” larissa demands.

you draw an x over your chest, “cross my heart. i’m not sacrificing my job, but i also don’t want to sacrifice you. i’m willing to make this work if you are.”

she kisses you hard, “i’m more than willing.”

you walk her to the car, putting her bags in for her. shooing away the driver, you open the door for her and guide her in. you lean your head into the car, “call me when you get home, okay?”

she holds the collar of your shirt to keep you close, “i’ll probably call you before i even get there.”

you smile and press a sweet kiss to her cheek, “please do, i’m gonna miss your voice.” you clear your throat, “i’ll see you soon, larissa.”

you start to back out of the car when she pulls your collar, pulling you into a long kiss, “better be soon.” she presses one last kiss to your lips before releasing your shirt, letting you back away and shut the door.

the car pulls off, and you watch until she’s gone from your sight. you make your way to your car, exhaling deeply before starting the engine and backing out of the lot.

you’re sitting on parker’s couch, legs draped across max’s lap while you both wait for parker to come back from the kitchen with snacks. community plays on the tv, one of the paintball wars playing quietly while the three of you were talking. your phone ringing breaks the silence, larissa <3 is calling.

“i gotta take this. i’ll be in parker’s room if you need me,” you say quickly to max and you scramble down the hallway.

you click the green answer button, “hey there, beautiful.”

you hear her laugh lightly, “i wanted to call you sooner, but there was horrible service. i’m almost to jericho now.”

“i’m glad you’re safe,” you say through a smile, giddy from her voice, “i’m at parker’s with max, i’m outnumbered here.”

larissa laughs again, making your heart swell, “i’m sorry, lovely. once you come to visit it’ll just be you and me, no being outnumbered or interrupted.”

“don’t threaten me with a good time,” you say, “fuck, is it embarrassing that i miss you already?”

“only if it’s embarrassing that i miss you quite a bit already as well,” she plays.

the bedroom door swings open, parker’s head popping in and pointing at the phone. the second you mouth larissa he grabs the phone and starts talking to her. you wrestle the phone out of his hand, shoving him out the door. “i’m telling abuela!” you yell down the hall, you can’t just hog your girlfriend is screamed back before bringing the phone back to your ear.

“sorry about that,” you say with a huff.

“it’s cute, the two of you fighting over me,” she jokes.

you laugh at her, “pray tell, who has won your affections?”

“park nasty,” larissa deadpans.

“oh my god, i’m hanging up,” you say as you don’t even move to do so.

“no, no, no, no, no. you win, of course you win,” she yells into the phone, “you win over everyone, i swear.”

“everyone? even sarah jessica parker?” you joke, referencing back to her confession of her childhood crush.

she laughs, “yes, even sarah jessica parker.”

banging in the door pulls you from the conversation, max and parker both beating on the door and calling fo you. gimme a second! is screamed at them.

“baby, i gotta go, homosexuals are beating down the door,” she laughs over the line, “let me know when you get to nevermore, okay?”

“i promise. and i’ll see you soon. goodbye, darling.

“bye, gorgeous. i’ll see you soon,” the line beeps as the call comes to an end.

feedback appreciated as always, love you a bushel and a peck <3

[perplexedflower]

Waking Up With The Shield - 2/3: Never Too Late For Love

Fandom: WWE.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Seth Rollins x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 1,377.

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I was peacefully asleep, silently lost in a sea of dreams, until I woke up out of the blue when I suddenly felt something rather heavy land on my face, bringing me back to reality right away.

"S-Seth...?" I weakly asked in a murmur.

With some difficulty, I opened my eyes as much as I could and instantly saw his arm had fallen on my face, covering one-half of it.

"Good God..." I murmured once more as I closed my eyes back. "Really, honey?"

With all of my morning strength, I grabbed hold of his limb with both of my hands and lifted it from my face before I set it to the side, next to my head: only then, when I turned my eyes to the rest of the bed did I realize he had actually invaded the totality of my side of the mattress with his entire body, one of his legs lying over one of mine, which had become completely numb by then. Additionally, his pillows had somehow slipped from underneath his head to have instead spread all over the bed and he had unconsciously pulled most of the sheets to himself, leaving half of my body uncovered. As I let out a sigh, I leaned to the side a little and grabbed hold of it: with a firm grip, I managed to pull the blanket closer to me by a few inches, which made Seth move slightly in his sleep.

Although his lips muttered something incoherent in a voice that was so quiet it was almost inaudible, he was still sound asleep, not showing any sign of waking up any time soon without me intervening. So, as I shook my head slowly, I turned my whole body to him and put my hands on his arms.

"Seth... Come on, wake up already." I said with a slight exasperation as I began to shake him in an attempt to force him to wake up.

When I saw my attempt had resulted in failure, I sighed for the second time.

I know he isn't doing this on purpose... But mornings like these are still so hard for me to get used to. I thought to myself as I stared down at his sleeping face.

Although he was an athlete who followed an intense training routine on a daily basis and regardless of how energetic he always was during the day, Seth happened to be a rather lazy person, a trait of his personality he rarely showed to anyone but me, considering I was around him more often than others. And that included waking up late whenever he could, whenever he had nothing planned, a concept I did not agree on: in my opinion, it was more productive to wake up early in the morning, as it allowed for better efficiency. But I knew Seth could not be helped, he was simply being himself.

As I continued to shake his arms, his body reacted just slightly, but I was still not getting any verbal response; after a minute or so, I eventually gave up and let go of him, my body slowly falling back down on the mattress. With my head now back on my pillow, I turned my gaze to the side, to my bedside table, and extended my arm toward it. I reached for my phone, grabbed it, brought it to my eyes, then looked at the time: 10 AM.

"Ugh, I knew it..." I said with yet another sigh.

With my phone still in my hand, I turned my head on my pillow and stared at Seth, his eyes still closed.

"Seth, do you have any idea what time it is?" I asked, although I expected no answer to come from his mouth.

"Yeah..." He feebly whispered.

"Oh, really? What time, then?"

"The time for me to sleep some more..." He answered as he brought the bedsheets against his face to cover it.

Upon hearing his reply, all the muscles in my body unclenched as I exhaled a deep breath.

"... You have no idea how much I'm fighting against the urge to hit you, right now." I let out as I rubbed my eyes with my hand.

But just as I covered part of my face, I felt a grip on my shoulders, and before I even knew it, I found myself in Seth's tender embrace.

"Please don't be mad at me, love." He murmured against my skin in an endearing tone of voice.

My ears listened to the soothing sound of his voice, which made me close my eyes and rest my head against his chest: whenever I was in his arms, my tension would always be eased, the warmth of his hugs calming me down and appeasing me, no matter which negative emotion was flowing through my body and infesting my mind. And he knew well taking me in his embrace meant I would not be able to stay mad at him for much longer.

"... You still love me?" He shyly asked me after a minute of silence, his words accompanied by a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Of course I do, silly." I replied with a gentle chuckle while I caressed his arm. "You know it would take more than that for me to be truly angry at you."

As I said those words, a sudden thought flashed through my mind, freezing the palm of my hand in place.

"However... Did you take care of cleaning the kitchen last night before you went to bed?" I asked him, my head no longer against his chest and my eyes looking up into his. "Like you were supposed to?"

"Nope..." He answered with a yawn, his voice expressing slight shame.

Feeling exasperation invade my brain again, I rolled my eyes as I threw my head backward slightly.

"Of course you didn't..."

In an instant, I freed myself from Seth's grasp, pushed the bedsheets aside, and sat down on the edge of the mattress.

"All right, I'll do it myself, then." I declared while I rubbed my eyes again.

But before I could get up, I felt one of his hands grab the bottom of my t-shirt, which made me turn around on instinct.

"No. Please, sweetheart, stay." He said with eyes that expressed genuine desire. "I promise I'll take care of it later, really. But for now... I want you to stay in bed with me, just a little longer."

I stared into his eyes for a few seconds before I sighed softly and lay back down on the bed.

"Fine, you win."

My body was once again against his, my head nestled into the hollow of his shoulder, Seth's arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

"Thank you." He responded with an audible smile. "I know it can be somewhat annoying to you when I sleep in, but I only like to do it so we can share moments like this one. Moments when I have you in my arms, while comfortably lying in bed, before our respective days start. Having you this close to me reminds me of just how much I love you."

With the palm of his hand on my hair, he gently pulled my head away from his chest so that he could look down at me: with an affectionate smile, I reached for his dark, long hair and combed it with my fingers, while our eyes met. I could read a spark within his, which smiled at me, and mine smiled back.

"I love you, too." I said in return while my hand drifted down onto his cheek.

As my fingers traced his skin, my palm came in contact with his beard, rough yet soft, and the look in my eyes saddened.

"I'm sorry I'm always so pushy with you, love." I confessed with a hint of shame. "I know you don't like it..."

"Well, I know I can be annoying at times, so, I forgive you."

The two of us chuckled in unison, our laughs filling the loving atmosphere that reigned in the bedroom. I snuggled against him, the limbs of our bodies tangled up, and smiled happily.

"You're right..." I whispered as I closed my eyes. "Let's stay here a while."

[cyberpunkboytoy]

"Impossible Girls" - a Reverse 1999 Ficlet

Pairing: Schneider/Vertin

Tags: Character study, implied sexual content, basically canon compliant, angst, wordcount: 1k, chapter 2 ending spoilers

Summary:

Vertin would survive. And Schneider would engrave her name into Vertin with her tongue, carve a place for herself in the Timekeeper's memory.

At some points Vertin reached out to try to touch her back, but each time Schneider pushed the woman's hands aside. Schneider was not someone Vertin could have…or at least, not someone she could keep.

6 Hours

After the battle Vertin laid on the muddy, churned up ground and talked to herself as the beginnings of the storm fell around them. An umbrella wouldn't stop the cold from soaking into her jacket and staining it dark with dirt and blood, but that didn't stop Schneider from walking over and holding one above both their heads.

"My lord, you're actually lying here defenseless…"

Giggling lightly, she knelt down in the wet grass and ignored the shiver that went through her bare knees. Vertin seemed numb to it, and somehow Schneider thought it wasn't because of the extra layers she was wearing. Instead it seemed the looming annihilation of this history was bearing down on her, as oppressive and heavy as the rain.

It wouldn't do to have their fearless leader looking so thoroughly defeated. Putting on a playful smile, Schneider looked down at Vertin and forced some levity into her voice. "I have been fighting for your cause for some time now…my lord was not planning to never repay me, right? No, surely I deserve a reward…"

She leaned down then, tilting the umbrella slightly to hide the two of them from sight, and watched as Vertin finally seemed to break from her lethargy. "Schneider?"

Smile growing minutely, Schneider continued to slowly lower her head. She moved until the heat from their lips echoed off each other, tantalizingly close to a kiss, when—

"Schneider, what are you doing? Don't suddenly get so close to her!"

She felt more than heard Vertin's sudden intake of breath, the moment shattering around them. The Timekeeper murmured Sonetto's name with both alarm and disappointment, not quite able to fix her tone in time, and as she sat up to address her second in command Schneider obediently pulled away, the air between them abruptly becoming cold with absence.

Still, as Schneider got up and turned to walk away, she carried a residual warmth inside her. When they had been suspended in that moment together, Vertin had looked…willing. Tense, but anticipating. Eager.

A plan began to form in the back of her mind, yearning and desperate.

4 Hours

"You're the last one to tell me your wish. Although you won't go…I still want to hear it."

Schneider looked past the Timekeeper for a moment, mind faraway. The beat of silence she took before replying was heavy, as if waterlogged from the coming storm. "You want to hear my wish, my lord? Then my wish is…"

She stopped mid-sentence, suddenly changing her mind. The plan from before nagged at her, more selfish and yet easier to say than the words she'd almost uttered. These, she could speak with a smile.

It didn't quite reach her eyes, but it lifted the corners of her lips all the same. "My wish…is that you would let me give you an unforgettable night."

She took that moment to come closer, the distance between them shrinking with every step, and watched Vertin's throat work around a swallow. It made Schneider's expression finally soften, her smile turning fruit-sweet.

Stopping a whisper's breath apart, she gingerly reached up to touch the top of Vertin's clothed shoulder. "Tell me…would you like to see what else my trigger finger can do?"

2 Hours

When they finally kissed it was with Schneider's hand pawing between Vertin's legs, both of them flush with excitement and heat.

Her free hand was tucked away in the long curtain of Vertin's hair, its usual side bun let down to instead flow over her shoulders. It was still the color of Schneider's favorite feather, one kept in a collection she had back home—she was suddenly reminded of an angel's wings, in that moment.

She had not believed in God in a long time, but a few hours ago she had prayed. Now she was on her knees again, and this somehow felt more sacred—Vertin more holy, loving her more virtuous than begging for life.

Schneider felt her heart beat on the wrong side of her chest. She had never been a beloved daughter of God, made with care and intention, and besides she had dirtied her hands with so much sin. She would not be forgiven. There would be no miracle to save her from the storm.

But Vertin would survive. And Schneider would engrave her name into Vertin with her tongue, carve a place for herself in the Timekeeper's memory.

So she bowed her head as though in prayer, kissed up her lord's thighs with devotion, worship. At some points Vertin reached out to try to touch her back, but each time Schneider pushed the woman's hands aside; there was no use trying to forge a mutual connection. It was too late for that.

Schneider was not someone Vertin could have…or at least, not someone she could keep. Their parting was inevitable. She would not hurt her lord more than this; she would not tease her with the promise of a girl she could not get.

5 Minutes

Before the banquet inside the suitcase, Schneider had swept her gaze over the wall of pictures Vertin had collected from forgotten eras.

There were all kinds of people there: boys and girls, young and old, and all sorts that refused to fit in any kind of binary. Artificial and organic matter, human and arcanist…Vertin told her the stories of them all as they'd waited for Sotheby to finish setting the table, and it had felt a bit like a preview of what was to come. Like Schneider was being allowed to see what Vertin might look after this was all over, when she eventually told the story of a girl in a red feather dress.

Selfishly, though, she hoped it might look different. That Schneider would not just be remembered, but stand out as a special existence in Vertin's heart.

"Hold me."

Vertin did as she asked, and Schneider gave her last confession. Gazing up into the Timekeeper's eyes, the rain of the storm outside the suitcase was replaced by the unbelieving tears forming there. They rolled down Vertin's cheeks and fell down onto Schneider's face, and—and that was baptism enough.

She was ready to die in the arms of her lord. Not lucky enough, but lucky all the same.

[newestq]

put your head on my shoulder (l. jooyeon/이주연) — masterlist

synopsis — you and jooyeon's first sleepover together.

author's note — credits to avery.

wc > 0.451k , genre : fluff , gn!reader , best friend!jooyeon

it was your and jooyeon’s first sleepover, and he had failed to mention how clingy he gets when he’s tired. sure, he’s clingy on the norm, but he hasn't left your side for the past hour — not even when you would go to the bathroom.

“jooyeon, seriously, you need to chill,” you say, becoming irritated at the constant touch. you both are laid out on your couch, watching titanic on your projector. ( he picked it, not you. )

“why?” he whines, dragging out the word as he pushes himself closer into you, his hair tickling your neck. you have to admit, he’s a little cute right now.

“you’ve been attached to me for so long, dude. my left side is numb.”

“that sounds like a personal problem.”

groaning in annoyance, you try to adjust yourself to have more leverage on your left side, but to no avail, jooyeon scoots closer to you. at this point, you were close to shoving the boy off of you, but the sudden silence made you suspicious.

tilting your head to look at the boy, you notice his eyes struggling to stay open. he has a soft smile on his lips. “this is my favorite part.”

your eyes shift to the projected movie — seeing jack seated at the table with all of the rich people, talking about his view on life. of course he likes this part.

“i have the same mindset,” he says, slurring his words. “make each day. . . count.”

glancing at him again, his eyes have now closed and his mouth is open slightly. a smile finds its way onto your face. he is cute.

you turn back to the tv and realize the movie's only 40 minutes in. did he even realize how long it is?

jooyeon moves by your side, and you feel him getting closer.

“y/n, let’s lay down,” he says, sitting straight up from his spot, finally leaving your side. without answering, you shift your position, laying down now with your legs between jooyeon’s legs; him straddling your legs. when you're comfortable, he lays down on top of you — his face in the crook of your neck.

you can smell his shampoo; coconut and sandalwood. it's oddly comforting. your fingers lift to his hair — running them through his strands gently, while your other hand is rubbing his back.

he needed this.

jooyeon was explaining to you earlier how stressed he was with rehearsal, and how he felt he wasn't improving. but you know he was, he gets better every time he plays.

with his breathing steady on your neck, and his heart beating against your chest, you find yourself drifting to sleep with the thought of him on your mind.

[codenameredkrystalmatrix]

Another Life

Perhaps parts of us die, but revival is all the more fulfilling for it.

A shape bounded across the crags in superhuman leaps. His roar startled the local wildlife out of their hiding places. Pants for air mingled with the early morning mist. It was brisk out, as chilling as his aura. The minimal light brought to bear hints of his rigidity in feature. His eyes burned with the hue of all the suns that had never smiled on him.

He was hated.

He was feared.

In trying to take a step forward, his body locked. Savage, after 5 hours of training (or rather, trying to pound the ghosts in his mind with his fists), had reached his limit. His legs buckled. Now on the ground and slumped against a tree, he stared at bloodied hands.

He was nauseated.

Just as that very first day under Count Dookou, he felt his frame crumble. Without the resentment driving him forward, he was no longer sure why he trained. Still moving in that way without the purpose behind it was to live as the undead.

His breath condensed, translucent tendrils rising and becoming lost among an invisible, infinite sea of particles. The world had a lighter tint, blue-grey and so very cold. The silhouette of the forest canopy drifted slightly in the breeze. The damp of the forest floor reached under his skin.

Stillness....

...but for the wind rustling the leaves...

...and the occasional caw among the trees....

The rage faded to a soul-sucking numbness. He would end things for the moment.

Walk.

To hands and knees. Then he staggered to his feet, and took a deep breath. One foot at a time.

Walk.

His body grudgingly obeyed.

Thump.

Another breath, another step.

Thump.

Boots dragged, heaved, stumbled past tree trunks, logs and scampering creatures, past wide-eyed faces to a little hut at the edge of the town. His fingers fumbled around the door's handle and guided it open.

The scent of caf and roasting meat permeated his senses. The hissing of the Dark Side, the biting air and the lingering resentment had no place within those walls. That old, painful skin they formed around his being began to slip. A breath left his lungs, and he stepped beyond the threshold.

Warmth. Quiet. Darker than the outside.

You moved about at the dining table, wearing an apron while setting the table. From the moment you looked up, you could guess at what kind of morning it had been. He still looked a little wild. You kept your voice low for a soothing effect.

"Take a shower, and we'll have breakfast, ok?"

You were not a threat. You weren't ordering him. Crossing the room in three strides, he stood behind and embraced you, the pads of his fingers pressing into your waist.

"Thank you."

He nuzzled your neck to remember your scent. Citrus, muted with something mild and fresh. You were soft. The arm reaching up to caress his jaw reminded him you were kind. His pulses, finally, slowed down. You wouldn't hurt him. You never did.

"Thank you." He breathed, a low, continuous rumble starting from his chest.

"Of course, my love. Now you..."

You turned, lifted his face with both hands, and looked into slightly-glazed eyes. "...should go freshen up. I'll be here."

Pecking his lips elicited a small sigh from him. "Promise me."

Longing, a dash of humour, and...fear. You wondered if, sometimes, he felt like he was walking in a dream.

"I promise."

After a few more moments, he left for his quarters. The hot water soaked him and refreshed his body. His mind could wander to lighter things. He remembered spending hours inside the fresher when he'd first arrived, in shock that he could just...stand there without urgency- and that he could be truly clean. Flying around the galaxy did not afford such pleasures.

After he dried himself and changed, he joined you in the dining room. As you said you would, you'd laid food out for you and him. The tension in his body loosened, and he could savour each flavour of the meal. He took the dishes and washed up once the both of you were finished.

His glances outside looked weary. Maybe he'd like something different. "Do you want to stay i-woah!"

You laughed as you found yourself slung over his shoulder and on the way to his room. Unbeknownst to you, a soft smile was dawning on his face at the fact that you weren't resisting.

Laying you on the bed, he rested his face on your stomach and wound his arms around your middle. (He wouldn't confess it, but that was one of the reasons he'd filed his horns low.)

You moved your hands along his shoulders, kneaded his neck, then moved to his upper back. On the golden and inky canvas, scars lurked. Long since having learned their contours, your hand traced gashes, puncture wounds and burns alike

The warmth permeating your little hut had finally found a hold inside him, welcoming him home. Being lulled by your touch, Savage closed his eyes. In this new world- this new life...

He was cuddled.

He was kissed.

He was held.

He was loved.

[saintnightshade]

Show Me Who You Are

(TicciVoid -> OcxToby)       

"C-come on! You've s-seen my face, ngh, you know what I look like! Woo! S-show me yours!" God, Void couldn't believe this shite, he got stuck doing the nightly perimeter check with hatchet man… got stuck working with someone who wasn't one of his brothers. "No." was the only thing he managed to get out before hatchet man threw his arms around Void's neck, hanging off him like a twitchy monkey and going into another long tirade about how 'that's not fair' and 'you've been here for months' blah blah blah… Void could feel his face heat up beneath his mask as he pried the other man's arms off from around his neck and shoved him away. Void jammed his balled fists into the pockets of his leather jacket and carried on with the check, walking ahead of hatchet man.

This place, this mansion, was the definition of a goddamn nut house, fuck the loony bin, this place had nothing on Saint Rhodes. And Mother really wanted them to play NICE with these people?! Void might be slipping into 'calling the kettle black' territory here but he did not care, not anymore. He couldn't handle this; everything here was so chaotic, people coming and going at all hours, it all seemed so… disorganized. He and his brothers prided themselves in their roles and organization back at their home. Especially Soldat and Hush, they both had their hang-ups about that kinda stuff. Were they not just as fed up as he was? Weren't they overwhelmed? Then again... this wasn't their home. It wasn't his home.

So...Maybe he's being… a LITTLE disagreeable. Maybe. Like a child being forced to move into his new stepfather's home… Eugh, Void vigorously shook his head at that unwanted thought. This is all so new, so strange and nobody seems to want to give him the time to take it all in. Not even a little. Void stepped around a divot in the ground while clenching and unclenching his fists a few times, his breathing began picking up. They'd stare at him, talk about him, question him. Untrusting, suspicious, everywhere all at once, watching and watching. Waiting for him to screw up probably or turn his back so they'd have a new place to stick their knives. It's not like he came here willingly, it's not like he threw a wrench into their perfect little routines on purpose.

Void hadn't noticed that hatchet man had stopped babbling, in fact, he had forgotten that he was even there. He was too in his head, too preoccupied with the onslaught of so many feelings all at once... A panic attack?! Now?! The crunching of dirt and gravel beneath his feet was becoming unbearably loud. His chest seemed to tighten with every rapid pulse of his heart and every shallow breath he took; sucking the life out of his limbs, leaving them feeling numb and shakey. His legs suddenly buckled from under him forcing him to kneel in the dirt, no not now, no one can see this! He was screaming on the inside, thoughts racing faster than he could grasp them and he just couldn't stop it. He can't be weak, Void is not weak! He terrorizes and maims and murders, people like him do not do this! His face was getting so hot, but everywhere else felt so cold. Sweat was beginning to roll down his face and back. His hands felt clammy and stiff and they hurt from all the flexing.

A pair of hands suddenly rested on his shoulders jolting him every so slightly from his daze, he couldn't think straight, couldn't see who the hands belonged to. His eyes were blurry from the tears he was trying to hold back and his mind was a jumbled mess. He couldn't breathe, the mask was making it worse… it was so hot, so suffocating, off off off, please. Please. With clammy hands he shakily brings them up and onto his mask and tears it off, throwing it to the side and onto the ground. Fresh cool air rushes over his face. cooling his burning skin. The only thing he can hear is his loud gasping pants, desperately trying to gulp in as much air as he can. He can hear the blood rushing in his ears and the occasional vague noise from somewhere in front of him.

Void rubs his hands over his bare face and begins counting in his head, going through the steps to correct himself. He focuses on the weight on his shoulders; hands. They're not his or Soldats or Hushs… It's hatch… Rodgers. Toby. He's kneeling in front of him gripping hard and pressing down on Void's shoulders, anchoring him, whether he knows it or not. Void takes the opportunity to clamp his hands around Toby's wrists, he pulls down with his weight forcing Toby to push down harder and he does. Void methodically breaths in, out, in and out. His head bowed the whole time, avoiding any possible eye contact, trying not to think about the humiliation he feels. A panic attack in front of anyone makes him want to vault off a bridge out of pure humiliation but he can't even do that if he can't fucking stand up on his own. He needs…

"I-I won't l-look. Just, ngh, st-top f-freaking out and breathe normally, woo, or else you'll p-pass out."

Toby's voice interrupted his jumbled train of thought, his words were surprisingly calm, and his voice was a soothing melody amidst the chaos in Void's mind. The grip on his wrists never wavered, it was steady and sure. Toby was a mystery to him, he seemed to switch from being overly talkative and chaotic to being surprisingly perceptive and calm. Void's panic attack must have damaged his brain... His breathing began to slow as the panic subsided but he did not pick up his head, still too raw from the episode.

"You okay?" Toby asked softly, his jerking to the side as did, his grip on Void's shoulders slowly loosening. Void nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He felt embarrassed and exposed like all his fears and weaknesses were laid bare for the world to see. He quickly retrieved his mask, not even bothering to wipe it off and put it back on, the familiar weight of it embracing him and giving him a sense of security. Only now did he dare to slowly lift his head to face Toby and when he met his gaze he was surprised to see, what he thought was, a genuine look of concern on his face. "...Thanks." Void said gruffly, his voice cracking a little from stress, he got to his feet with Toby's help. "I'll be okay."

"No p-problem," Toby said, giving him a crooked smile and lightly clapping him on the back. "We've all gotta, woo, have a m-mental breakdown every, ngh, n-now and then." Toby snorted out a laugh. Beneath his mask Void allowed a small smile to leak through, he knew this was an attempt at brushing off the whole debacle and he appreciated it. Void wiped his hands on his jeans and nodded. He still didn't trust Toby fully but it was as good of a start as any. "We better finish up here before Masky gets sent out after us." Void said, "Plus I'm getting hungry, nothing works up an appetite faster than having a mental breakdown at night in the middle of the woods." Void nodded his head towards the path in front of them and began walking with Toby matching his pace. "Oooo, w-was that a, ngh, joke?" Toby snorted "I didn't, woo, know you c-could do that… or, uh, is it s-sarcasm?"

They continued the rest of their perimeter check in this manner; Toby filled the silence by talking about everything and nothing while Void occasionally chimed in with his own short comments. They seemed more at ease around each other, maybe it wouldn't last but Void was pleased they at least had something positive come out of tonight's meltdown.

[another-heroine]

❄ with Ekaterina?

Send a symbol for a scene from my muse’s childhood

❄ for a scene in the snow

Ohh, this one will be good! How long I didn't write about Katya! Thanks for asking ^~^

Icy Beauty

As the light grew brighter, Ekaterina's legs grew weaker. Before they could turn and finally leave the cave, she stopped abruptly.

"I can't."

Yelena and Bjorn stared at her, confused.

"Why?" her oldest sister asked.

She swallowed hard and looked back. Their mother would be furious if she found out that they were going outside. And worse; outside and with no adult close.

"I'm afraid," she admited against her will, feeling silly for that. Moments ago she was excited about their adventure, but seeing it becoming real...

Yelena approached her and took her hand. "It's ok, I told you that it's safe, right?"

Ekaterina nodded.

"We'll take you to see the snow and then we come back. If you don't tell, so neither I." The girl blinked one eye.

Bjorn was waiting for them impatiently, tapping his foot. "Can we go ahead now? I don't want anyone spoiling the fun."

Ekaterina frowned. "Why are you so mean?"

Yelena shushed, "Easy, you two. Come, let's give a walk".

Somehow, Bjorn's provocation kindled up his sister courage. Even her halo began to shimmer slightly brighter. She held Yelena's hand tight and they came out of the cave. At first, the sunlight blinded her pale blue eyes, making the girl covering them with an arm. The air outside was colder and sharp, and there were differents smells, nothing like mud, mold or wet stones.

"Katya?' Yelena called quietly.

The aasimar girl put her arm down, letting her eyes become used to the lighting. When the sun wasn't a problem anymore, she let her chin fell.

"It's... beautiful."

Irrisen was always under that white coat, but for her it was news. Until that very moment, Ekaterina only heard about the surface, and dreamt about that place. Every time when she asked her mother when she could go there, Annya chuckled and patted her head, saying that was too early for her to do that.

Yelena was putting her neck on danger when brought her baby siblings there. Although Bjorn already have gone to the surface sometimes with his father. Katya was the 'special child' and needed 'special cares'.

Ekaterina didn't loose the grip on her sister's hand. Her eyes ran all around, trying to keep all those sensations in her mind. Their feet sinking in the snow, the little clouds coming out from their noses, the crispy air touching her face and making her cheeks became rosy.

Suddenly, Yelena stepped on before her and blocked a snowball.

"Bjorn, you prick!"

The boy stuck his tongue. "Killjoy!"

The tiefling snapped her tail and smirked. "Oh, I will show you what's a kill, little man..."

Ekaterina didn't know what to do. Yelena laughed and said, "Let's go, Katya, shoot snowballs on that big head too!"

"It's not fair!" Bjorn complained.

The oldest sister mocked, "Don't talk about fairness after you just tried to hit our baby sister! Now, fight like a man!"

They started to yell and trowing snowballs on each other. At first, Katya was feeling lost, but soon she got hooked and they ended with their fingers numb.

Yelena hugged both of them, kissing their foreheads. Katya and Bjorn was laughing along, forgeting about the quarrels before they left the cave.

At the entrance, Ekaterina looked back and smiled. How could something so beautiful also be so dangerous and harsh?

[t3kandson]

Almost

Wordcount; 2,449

Fandom; Monsta X

Pairing; Reader X Lee Hoseok aka Wonho & Reader X Yoo Kihyun.

Characters; Lee Hoseok & Yoo Kihyun

Warnings; Angst, Cheating after affects, Oral (receiving) & Protected Sex.

Note last chapter of Part one of Youth of No Regrets, earlier chapters found here

Kihyun’s paled but panicky face pushed Soyeon away was the affects of his guilt. You was so numb you couldn’t even contemplate what you was witnessing. Yet when Hoseok was seconds behind you, his comforting hands resting on your shoulder, his harsh words of recent weeks wasn’t functioning. Hoseok stormed towards his friend leaving the tears from your eyes to fall upon the floor. You took no time in getting out that building willing to go any where that wasn’t connected with any of those members.

You feet dashed till they was sore that you couldn’t walk any further, you pulled your phone that you had turned off back on, the phone going like crazy as texts spilled through.

You needed somewhere safe and secure from all the drama, you needed your mum. Tears falling as you dialled the taxi company determined to get away from this hell for a couple of days. Switching your phone off as soon as you entered the taxi you left your problems behind.

Your weekend become a week which then became two. The thought of not returning back to Soeul heavily on your mind as you sat in the taxi on your way home. But nothing prepared you for the Roses helping to prevent you from entering your apartment. You pushed at the door, the roses that clearly had been posted through piling up just sat there. Some of them looked as if they had started decaying, which told you that someone had been delivering them daily. You sat on the table and rooted in your bag for your mobile, breathing deeply you turned it on.

Five minutes it sat there buzzing as messages piled through. As if it was telling them the phone was on, Hoseok’s name flashed as he attempted to call. Your heart fell as you watched the flashing screen, letting the phone drop to the table, you knew you should have got a new number.

Switching the phone back off as you went to the fridge, Kihyun’s bottle of Soju was still there as the hurt of his betrayal set in. Picking the bottle up you threw it to the floor letting the glass shatter as tears fell. Why did you have to come back? Being away meant that you could put them both to the back of your mind. Now you was home your emotions was ploughing through you that you felt suffocated.

You slid to the floor, the shards of glass around you as you pulled your knees towards to rest your head as you sobbed.

Your pity party was disturbed as The door which didn’t shut correctly opened. Hoseok’s slightly visible worried face viewing your tears as he dashed towards you. “Don’t, please go,” you said weakly as he fell to his knees looking at the destruction on the floor. “Are you hurt?” He questioned with fear as you shook your head. “But your not ok,” he said testing his hand on your shoulder. “Where did you go we’ve all been so worried about you?” he asked. “I went home,” you whispered as he tilted his head to look at you which fell at his eye contact. Hoseok stood up, his muscular legs taking your view as he smiled softly. “Where’s your dustpan & brush?” He asked, earning a finger in the direction of the item. You continued to sit there as you watched him brush the glass up in pure silence.

When he finished he slumped next to you, his head resting against the freezer door. “Why did you run away?” Hoseok asked into the Silence. “Because I needed time to think,” you whispered. “If you had waited for Kihyun,” , “don’t I don’t want to talk about him,” you cut him off standing up. “But serious it’s not as bad as you think it is,” He said joining you. “What getting off with another girl, a girl who’s done nothing but Bitch at me behind my back. And for what, to take my feelings away from you to offer me a relationship that he couldn’t even be faithful in,” you ranted. Hoseok went to cut you off but he bit his lips paling.

“Take your feelings away from me?” He questioned tilting his head. “Don’t pretend you didn’t know I had fallen for you,” you shouted that made him slightly jolt back. “I knew you liked me but not fallen for me?,” Hoseok admitted. “Your such a liar,” you accused as his face lit up with a slight smile. “Oh I know I was driving you crazy, like you drive me crazy too, but not that you let your feelings explode for me,” he said smirking devilishly. “Explode is a bit extreme,” you smiled in his view. “Does Kihyun make you Explode in feeling?” He asked as you rolled your eyes.

“I’m not talking about him,” you growl as you turn your back. “Sorry,” he said wrapping his arms around you his comfort highly enticing you. “You shouldn’t be here either,” you said closing your eyes to his heavy panting in your ear. “Why I’m comforting my friend, the one who’s falling for me,” he whispers making your thighs tighten. “Yes the one who’s kinda dating your friend?” You scoff fighting the urge to turn to smoulder him in kisses. “The one you don’t want to talk about, the one you ran from,” he said brushing his lips softly on your neck. “Yeah that one,” you moaned to the feeling of his wet lips on your skin.

The chemistry burning through your body, every time emotion for Kihyun appeared was being zapped away by each kiss he made on you. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” Hoseok moaned whispering in your hearing that has your ass resting along his hardened bulge. He was giving you a chance to back out from the mistake you both was about to make. He spun you around to face him on the hope you both could snap from it, but instead you felt yourselves slot together.

Every emotion you shared for him pulsating through your mind. From the way his hands touched your body, when he used you to show the room the fluid movements he was expecting. The moment where you wanted to kiss him in the stream while camping. Your eyes brushing on your blood stained hands as he held them as you was dashed to the hospital, his slight panic yet also calmness words reassuring you. He bit his lips erotically as your eyes brushed through the memory to the jealousy you processed when he and Soyeon was dancing erotically. But your core burning when he chose you instead, the joy deep in the discomfort drilling your memories core. Was you in love with this man? Where was Kihyun? you was sure you loved him too. Hoseok brushed his thumb on your lips snatching your thoughts for Kihyun away as he leaned towards you.

You didn’t give him a chance, fisting his T-shirt and pulling him against you, smashing his lips against yours he chuckled into the sudden movement. “Fuck, we’re so bad,” he panted, “but this is too good to stop,” he added between the kisses where you both settled into depriving oxygen from each other. Hands reaching to your jeans as it clumsily fumbled with the buttons, desire clearly showing you he wanted every inch of your skin. “Do you need help there baby?” you panted releasing his lips from your attack. “I got it,” he scoffed lightly biting the bottom of your lip, as he released the buttons letting the material fall to the floor.

“Y/N oh my god your more delicious then I imagined, I’m a little too scared to see those naked boobies,” he said looking like he was slightly dribbling.

“Shut up,” you said lightly slapping his chest which hardness took you by surprise as always. “No seriously baby, your delish, now let’s try not to kill me too hard ok,” he said winking lifting on the material of your upper clothing.

Biting hard down on his teeth leaving indents told you of his struggle as he prised the last item from your skin. “Fuck,” he whimpered, his hands immediately falling to his member that was pressed against his shorts. “Hey you been allowed the view, where’s my Greek god,” you hummed excitedly as you pouted his way. “Greek god,” he raised his eyebrow, “you might be disappointed I think then,” he scoffed showing a slight vulnerability you had never witnessed. “Shut up and strip,” you said ordering as he smirked devilishly.

He teasingly removed his T-shirt letting his rippled muscles choke you. You had seen him topless before, you had seen him with barely any clothing in fact. But each time you viewed his physique, it crushed your windpipes. However, when he was standing with the same thin material you had witnessed already, your mouth salivated with excitement in anticipation. He’s impressive chunky length hitting his stomach as he exposed himself had the blood rushing to your head. You wasn’t shamed to admit your head was fuzzy as your slick started to coat your thighs in excitement.

“Told you no Greek god here,” he smirked as he slowly pumped himself. “No, your far more,” you gasped throwing yourself in to his direction letting him stumble with a belly deep chuckle. “Calm down baby,” you suckled down, your lips not wanting to release. Your hands brushing his member as you felt the warmth rod beneath your palms, pumping him with a heavy need.

“I’ve been teased for so long I need to fuck you,” you plead growling. “No complaints from me,” he replies smirking as he lifts your legs around his waist, his member hitting against yours as he sits you on the window ledge. “But first just a taste,” he growls nipping at your flesh of your thighs.

“Hoseok,” you cry as he stifles his chuckle. He fans his hot breath along your naked core as you clench your hands around the wood of the ledge, not caring that your back was exposed to the outside world. Licking a strip up your folds has you moan against his wet muscle in a movement that he continues repeatedly. Your core burning with need to his teasing torture, enjoying the juices flowing as he collected your essence with each lap. “Hoseok please,” you cry when you felt like you might lose your mind. “I need your cock,” you cry moving your pelvis against his tongue. “My baby sure she can handle it? My fingers could help you prep,” he chuckles at your impatience.

“I don’t care I’ll be fine, I just need your cock,” you cry out as he takes one last torturous lick of your heat. He stands holding the condom he seemingly got from nowhere and before you can question its origin, he has himself covered ready to break you open. “Baby I’m all for public sex, but I think we’ve risked that enough,” he says lowering you from the window.

As he sits down on the chair, he hovers you over his member before his lips take to yours once more. Positioning yourself you take the head of him, feeling the stretch and feeling foolish for avoiding his offered preparations. Cry’s spilling from your lips, you pushed yourself down his stilling member as his fingers rush to your clit to help you relax around him.

When you fully taken him, his fingers brush up your spine making your back arch as your core bites down on his shaft, earning moans to fall. You fall into a rhythm around his hardened member as your lips return to his. Tongues and teeth clashing as you get lost in the moment.

The feeling of his shaft pulsating as you bounce on him has you both kiss down each other’s moans. His large hands take to your waist as he begins to help you as you slow you pace a little. Slamming you down onto him, has him brushing the tip against your cervix that has you crying out. Sounds of clashing skins, squelches of the juices flowing from your session added to the moans, is heavenly against your ears. You can feel your orgasm chase, not helped by his tight grip as you begin to lose your mind to his thrusts.

“I’m going to,” you pause losing your words as nails dig into his flesh as your being fucked senselessly on his cock. “Let go baby, let go,” he cry’s himself as you feel his thighs shake. Teeth digging into his collar bone breaks him as he cums into his protection inside of you. His twitching cock pushing you over yours as you cry his name loud as you fall into euphoria.

You lay panting on your bed, Hoseok’s fingers entangled with yours as you catch your breath. Not knowing how long it’s been since you’ve seen outside the room, you watched as his fingers left you to check his phone. Both of you avoiding the topic of Kihyun or what this meant for you, fear that what ever this was would have to come to an end.

“We been at it for six hours are you not hungry?” He chuckled. “Very hungry,” you hum as you roll in between his legs kissing his chest. “Baby we need to eat dinner before dessert,” he teases before pressing a small kiss to your forehead. “I’ll order something,” he smiled as he started tapping onto his phone.

Your lips moving down his chest as you lowered towards his softened member before being suddenly disturbed. Jolting up he murmured a slight cry as your eyes washed to his worried ones. “I’m sure the food options can’t be that bad,” you smile sitting up as he leapt off the bed in fear. He looked like he needed to run from what ever situation he had found himself in. Your heart instantly understanding when he passed the phone to your hands.

Kihyun in dating scandal with former Monsta x member’s Dancer.

Was written in the headlines, two photos of you and Kihyun in compromising positions. Firstly one of you kissing in the car when he dropped you off to your schedule the day after you started dating. The second was a photo of you and Kihyun arms holding you tightly in his, in the corridor of the company.

You relationship with Kihyun was exposed to the world, you feared being a scandal to Hoseok, but never contemplated that you could do the same to Kihyun. You could cost him his dream job and on top of that you had betrayed him further by banging his friend.

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Hope you’ve enjoy part one of this series. Was hoping to have the second part written but been really poorly recently in and out of hospital but hopefully I can get it written before spring.

[peachsayshi]

Secret Vows - Ex!Husband Suguru x F!Reader

A/N: [ MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI ] honestly, this was an excuse for me to write a short baby making smut drabble with suguru so here you go (we are going to assume that this is a happy au where suguru didn’t go crazy and wound up as a teacher at jujutsu tech) - I am taking ideas for Ex!husband Nanami & Suguru drabbles! -(still thinking of a good enough reason that broke these two up so sorry if it’s kind of vague)

Tags: smut, tension, slight breeding kink, slightly possessive suguru

“You’re not making any sense right now, gorgeous...” Suguru sweetly mocked your incoherent whimpers, a wicked grin shining from ear to ear admiring your delirious state.

Through your blurred vision you could make out the handsome devil that was your ex-husband, his obsidian hair framing those perfectly sculpted cheekbones and locking you in to his darkened stare. A cry escaped you instead of words, your lashes fluttering rapidly as your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling Suguru thrust into your cunt. He bit his bottom lip, groaning with approval as he focused on the ring of cum that surrounded his cock, pushing deeper and further to fill you with his seed and surrendering himself to his own primal behavior. 

“M’so full, Suguru...can’t handle more…”  you whined, arms thrown overhead as you gripped onto the edge of the mattress for support. Your numb legs trembled as your ex husband cupped his hand underneath your thigh and lifted it up to better support you.

“I know,” he hummed, rutting into you just as he pulled your frame over to slide against the heat of his cock, “fuck, but you have no idea just how pretty your pussy is stuffed with my cum…"

The next push prompted a tear to roll down your cheek, your brows scrunching from the pleasurable torment as your body glittered from the sweat misting off you.

You didn’t anticipate Suguru in your bed tonight.

As a matter of fact, there was only one constant that maintained your relationship with your ex husband and that was your three year old son who was sleeping peacefully in the room across from you.

You couldn’t explain how the perfect relationship turned so sour only six months into your marriage. One minute you were secure in a partnership with somebody who understood you mind, body and soul, only for them to become a stranger right before your eyes. The fights were endless, the tension turning into sex as you both refused to communicate on your actual troubles. Then the manipulation games began, leading you both to torment each other to the point of exhaustion. The minute you were ready to get out of that toxic trap, you found out you were pregnant.

Your pregnancy was the point of your marriage that you dubbed as a “mirage”, an illusion you both created to the outsiders looking in.

Everybody believed that things were perfect. Suguru was incredibly supportive of you throughout the pregnancy, dropping the world at the dime of a hat if you needed him. No one would have suspected that you both weren’t living together, nor were you even speaking to one another unless it was about the baby.

The wedge that you both created during that darkest points of your marriage had done its damage.

After your son was born, that divide grew even further.

You and Suguru were practically strangers, except when you both were parenting your newborn child. Even then, like two star actors of a movie, you both worked your hardest to ensure that your child grew up fully aware that the three of you were, in fact, a family.

However, on the nights when you were alone with your thoughts you often wondered about your ex husband. Suguru was your partner physically, emotionally and mentally. How tragic that what you truly lost at the end of all this was your best friend.

A part of your past you knew you could never get back.

However, despite the unfortunate circumstances there is still a pull that drew you to each other. As a result, you’ve only ever slipped up twice around Suguru where you found yourself stripped of all hardened emotions.

The first time was after Gojo’s birthday party - the two of you wound up locked in the sorcerer’s bathroom close to fucking one another until Suguru’s best friend smartly interrupted the situation from escalating any further.

The second time was by sentiment. The two of you had just celebrated your son’s second birthday, and after tucking him in for the night you found yourselves lost in deep conversation. You were reminiscing about your child, wondering where all the time had gone when Suguru praised you for being such a great mom. In that moment his eyes were full of devotion that you couldn’t resist sharing a heated kiss before reciprocating the same sweet words back to him and emphasizing that he was an equally fantastic father.

Tonight was a different story.

Satoru had relayed a tidbit of gossip to his best friend, admitting that he overheard you telling Shoko that you were interested in having another baby.

Something about those words put a strain on your ex-lover’s head. The idea of another man fucking a child, that was not his, into you sent his mind spinning in circles.

He didn’t care about the vows on paper or the rings that were meaningless trinkets. What Suguru held sacred were the words you both shared in the privacy of each other’s company, particularly the declarations that were made when you both were at your most vulnerable.

As far as he was concerned your hearts were forever intertwined.

Suguru curled his body forward, his broad shoulders blanketing your smaller frame. He felt you circle your legs around his waist, squeezing tighter as he continued grinding eagerly into you. His chest brushed against your swollen, tender nipples, dizzying your mind from the overstimulation you were experiencing. One hand guided their way between your breasts, resting just above your lower belly as he circled his hips which caused his balls to massage against your bare skin.

“Feel how deep I am, sweetheart?” he cooed, grazing his knuckles over you and making you moan sinfully.

“Forgot…” you gasped, “so b-big…”

“Mmm but you still take my dick so fucking well, I can’t even count how many times I’ve made you come already….”

“Please, please, please…” you begged, shaking underneath him, unable to wriggle away from his weight pinning you down. His finger moved to touch your delicate clit, making you mewl as he pressed his lips against yours to silence your desperate scream.

“Shhh, we don’t want to wake up our boy, do we?” he whispered, his mouth roaming to your neck and licking up to taste a bead of sweat that formed. “One more…just one more, okay, sweetheart? It’s been so long I want you milking my dick…ungh, fuck!”

Your nails dug into his shoulders, tearing at his skin as you scratched down and making him hiss from the sensation. The act was only making him move rougher, fucking you with enough strength that had your bed creaking as the frame hit your wall.

Your orgasm was so close and you knew that you were completely at your limit. Your arms circled his neck, fingering the strands of his dark hair as you searched for his lips and allowing him to kiss you feverishly.

“…still love you…” you breathlessly confessed, drunk in your fucked out state that you didn’t even care that you let those words reach Suguru’s ears.

His eyes were closed, dazed with the image of you carrying his second child and his heart rapidly beating against his chest as he allowed those seven letters to absorb straight to his heart. The two of you were sharing breaths, his hands moving to interlace over yours as he pressed them down into the mattress.

“I never stopped,” he rasped.

You nearly blacked out from the explosion that raptured from deep in your core and within a few minutes could feel Suguru’s throbbing cock pump more of his release inside you.

He slipped himself from between your legs, making you press your sticky thighs together as you watched him unravel from your arms. You were both caught in the pendulum between reality and lust, your surroundings settling back into place as a heavy silence took over.

Suguru placed a gentle kiss on your belly, all the while holding on to the words you exchanged and realizing just how easily the twisted love you shared both killed and healed him.

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PART 2: CROSSING LINES