#but like can they wait until I’m not in earshot to talk about their sex life?

[largemandrill]

We are in a fucking volcano

[bellabean24]

Gag Him

A/N: I’m so sorry for the late post I had a fucked up day yesterday and all I wanted to do was sleep but here it is. Just got off of work so it’s now finished. Enjoy

Kinktober day 8 Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader

Word Count:941

Tags:NSFW, Modern AU, Ball gag, Vibrating wand, Dom!Reader, Sub!Eren, Slight edging, ma'am used once like as a joke

Synopsis:Your boyfriend always been tough and “dominant” on the outside and in front of people he knew and he likes to tell his friends that he always has you screaming, crying and shaking for him when your not around, and when he tells his friends once again at an early Halloween party in front of you, you decide to take him home and gag him for being a very bad boy

Kinktober Masterlist | Attack on Titan Masterlist

One of Eren’s best friends Connie is throwing an early halloween party for some odd reason, and knowing how Eren is at parties you only limited him to 4 drinks. 

“Only four?!” he looks at you, his mouth gaped and his eyebrows lifted, “Yes only four I don’t want to deal with you drunk.” giggling you kiss his cheek, walking through the door of the frat house that Connie is a part of, you see tons of kids that are in your college, “There’s mad people here,” your boyfriend whispers in your ear throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Yea, we can go whenever we're ready so don’t stress it.” 

After walking around for 10 minutes you find your group of friends outside by a fire pit, “Y/N, Eren. You guys made it.” Connie shouts out standing from his seat, you wave and say hi to the group when you guys get closer while Eren does that stupid head nod. 

About an hour into the party you hear Eren talking to Jean, Connie and Reiner talking about how he “Always have her crying” “She’s always screaming for me” “She’s always shaking for me,” he says everything within earshot of you with a smirk on his face. Knowing that he is lying you decide to just take it home. 

Getting up from your seat you walk over to Eren “Eren I’m getting tired can we go?” You ask him, looking down at him. “Yea, let's go sweetheart.” He got up from his seat saying goodbye to the group. Eren puts his arm around your waist rubbing his hand on it. 

Leaving the house you enter the car Eren on the drivers side, “Why’d you want to leave early baby?”  he trunks his head towards you every couple a seconds waiting for a reply has he drives to your apartment, “Cause you want to sit there and spread lies Eren,” you give him a smirk your eyes hung low, “Well I was just joking,” he sputters out his eyes frantically looking at you when he stops at the red light. 

Choosing to ignore him until you get home Eren keeps talking to you trying to get you to talk, “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean it.” 

You pull into the parking lot of your apartment getting out once the car is in park, Eren following right behind you still pleading with you. Walking into the elevator you press your floor number Eren still not giving up. Reaching your floor you get off the elevator you stop by your door and tell Eren to “Go inside take your clothes off and lay on the bed for me.”

He nods his head giving a small yes as he walks through the door and towards your bedroom. You walk to the closet in your hallway unlocking it with your key and you are met with tons a sex toys that both you and Eren have used except for two of them, a vibrating wand and a ball gag. Grabbing the things you close the door and lock it back up, walking to your room you see Eren on your bed his back up against the headboard. 

“Baby I really didn’t mean it I wear” He pleads with you after seeing the toys you picked out. Telling Eren to shush you strip from your clothes, getting up on the bed “Wait Y/N do we-” cutting him off you tie the ball gag around his head, plugging the vibrating wand into the wall by your bed. 

Looking down between Eren legs you see his tan flushed cock leaking and twitching when you bring your hand down to stroke him a bit. “Ren, why did you lie to friends when you know it’s you that is always you screaming and crying n’ shaking for me.” Your voice is stern when you turn the vibrator on, Eren is already red in the face, his whimpers getting muffled by the ball gag. 

Setting the vibrator on to the highest setting, you drag it to and from the base and the tip of his cock, his cock twitching at the speed. You watch Eren’s face as he tries to moan and whimper, his body twitching and moving away from the toy. “Keep moving and i’ll have to tie you down,” you tell him slapping thigh with your free hand, Eren movements come to a halt but the sensation on his cock has his hand coming up to yours trying to push it away, “Eren stop before I won’t let you cum,” you slap his hand away choosing to hold the vibrator on his sensitive tip. 

Watching as pre-cum leaks from his tip you can tell that Eren is close, “Wanna come baby?” pouting at him, you move the vibrator up and down his cock once again. Eren nods his head up and down another muffled whimper coming from him. You bring the toy back to the tip of his cock moving it around in circles, “Come for me Eren. Only if you promise to tell your friends the truth when we see them again” You give him a teasing smile as he nods his head giving you a strangled yes. 

“Ok then baby, then come for me.” Once you gave Eren the release word, warm ropes of come shoots of his cock landing on your hand and his stomach and all over the toy. Turning the toy off you move up to take the ball gag out of his mouth, “Now come take care of me ‘Ren” You said lying down next to him your legs spread wide. “Yes Ma’am”

©Bella2023

[qzwrites]

Childhood Friends extra

I cut this from Childhood Friends because Gray setting up more play time for Riley seemed less important than Paul wriggling into their relationship, but it definitely still happens!

Sam being recently awakened to the joys of sadism and not minding Gray watching even though he’s not into Gray is an extremely useful way of working around the fact that Gray doesn’t have the stomach for hurting Riley himself.

Anyway this is just the set-up and negotiation stuff, because I realized it wasn’t as important to the story Childhood Friends was shaping up to be and stopped working on it.

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"Hey, Sam," Gray said. "Can I talk to you?"

Sam looked up at him and blinked, confused. "You are talking to me," he said.

"In private," Gray clarified, rolling his eyes.

"Oh," Sam said. "That makes sense. Yeah, sure." He shrugged on his backpack and grabbed his lunch tray. Gray led him out of the cafeteria and past the quad, to the same spot near the auditorium he'd talked to Riley in. Sam dumped his lunch tray in a trash can as they walked by.

When they were safely out of earshot, Gray turned to Sam and asked, "Would you be down to hurt Riley some time?"

"Yes," Sam said immediately.

"Great," Gray said. He had expected that answer. He said, "I have a couple follow-up questions." Sam nodded. "Can I be there watching?"

"Of course," Sam said, frowning a little. "That's just safe."

"I mean, yeah," Gray said. "But I do get off on watching, so, if that would bother you...."

Sam shrugged. "Only seems fair," he said. "If you're going to let me torture your girlfriend, you might as well enjoy it too."

"Awesome," Gray said. He'd been pretty sure about that answer as well, but double checking never hurt. "Okay, one more question, and this is really a matter of opinion, there's not like, an answer that means I won't let you fuck her."

Sam frowned again. "Did the other questions have right answers?" he asked.

Gray thought about that for a moment. "No," he decided. "Not for you. We'd be having a different conversation if you weren't okay with me being there, is all."

"Wow, okay," Sam said.

"Well, once you understood what was going on, it seemed like you really understood," Gray said. "I don't think I'd have to worry about either of you." Sam smiled, blushed, and looked down at his feet. "So how would you feel about not knowing her safe word?"

Sam looked back up at Gray, still a little red. "Is that safe?" he asked.

"If I'm there and I know it, sure," Gray said. "If you're not comfortable with that, that's fine. You and Riley both have to trust me, like, a lot for that to work. But I figured I'd ask."

"Um, can I think about it?" Sam asked.

"Absolutely," Gray said. "You could talk to her about it, if you want. Uh, the--the safe word part. Be vague about what you want to do. She likes not knowing what you're planning."

Sam's gaze settled into the middle distance. "Fuck, I wish you hadn't brought this up during school."

"What, you want to try and get through practice right now?" Gray asked.

Sam laughed, and shook his head. "I guess not," he said.

"I'll send you Riley's number," Gray said, taking his phone out of his pocket to do so.

"So is there--I mean I assume there's limits," Sam said. "Do you guys have rules or lists or something?"

"You've been doing research, huh," Gray said, copying Riley's number to send him. "Not written down, I guess. We should probably do that." Once the message to Sam was sent, Gray opened his messages with Riley and sent her, i just gave sam your number. he might want to talk to you about consent stuff. As soon as he sent that, he realized it was too vague and could be about any number of things, and followed up with, i asked him if he'd be okay not knowing your safe word while he played with you while i was there.

Sam waited until Gray put his phone away and then said, "Rules?"

"Right!" Gray thought for a second. "Right, no blood, piss, or shit stuff, no breath play--that's choking--no unprotected sex, um. I mean, no lasting harm, but bruises are okay. The stuff on Friday was all great," he said. "If you're into bondage, that's on the table. Riley has rope, and I could probably get a hold of some handcuffs."

"That's all good to know," Sam said. "I have to go somewhere else and stop thinking about this before the bell rings."

Gray laughed. "Yeah, okay," he said. "You can text me if you have more questions. And I did send you Riley's number."

"Thanks," Sam said, and hurried back toward the quad.

Gray followed him more slowly. He got his phone back out to see if Riley had texted back. She was in the library again, working on a group project again, so he wasn't sure she would check it before the bell rang.

She had. It read, Which one was he?

As Gray watched, though, another message popped up. OH MY GOD SAM RIGHT 

Gray smiled at his phone, and waited. Sure enough, a few seconds later, he got another message from her. Hhhhhh you're the worst. And by worst I mean best. Fuck, gray!!!

you're welcome :)

*

After practice the next day, while Gray was eating dinner in his kitchen, Sam texted Gray, I'm good with not knowing as long as you're there. Riley is really, really into the idea.

lol yeah, Gray replied. Without knowing exactly what she'd told him, Gray didn't want to get into too many details, but he thought it worked on a couple of levels for her. The risk of miscommunication, multiplied by two, meaning things might get out of hand and end up somewhere Riley didn't actually want them to go was, for Riley, a turn-on. Being seen by more than one person while she was being manhandled and fucked was one of her favorite things. And the power dynamic at play, of Gray being able to withhold the knowledge that Riley had just tried to ask for a time-out and trick Sam into raping her, or depending on how you looked at it, rape both of them at once, would get Riley going even though she knew Gray would never do such a thing. The possibility of it, and the lack of control she had over it once it was happening, was the hot part for her; the likelihood of it was almost inconsequential. It was nice Sam was okay with it, because Riley was going to come like crazy, even if Sam never got remotely close to pushing her limits.

A few minutes later, Sam texted again. Is gagging during a blowjob considered choking?

Gray put his head down on his desk and took a deep breath. He forgot how impossible it was to concentrate on anything else when he was trying to coordinate Riley's sex life. He was going to have to start doing his homework earlier, or else learn to think while unbearably turned on. He texted Sam, it technically should be, but that's explicitly on the good list.

That's good to know. Thank you.

At least Sam and Riley were probably suffering as much as he was, Gray reflected, flipping to a new page in his notebook. Not that you'd know it from the way Sam texted. Guy typed like an English teacher.

[p0orbaby]

Birthday Barbecue

a/n: well this was supposed to be a drabble….. AWYWAY, I hope you enjoy what Tony was talking about when he mentioned his birthday celebrations.

warnings: 18+ SMUT, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, reader being a little shit, everyone grilling Wanda and r (friendly banter), language, alcohol

Word count: 2.5k

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The sun had finally begun to set by the time you made it to the beach house. The weather had been unseasonably warm for the end of spring and Tony had decided last minute that he wanted to celebrate his birthday by the coast.

You pulled your grey Audi R8 into the driveway, seemingly ending the long line of high end vehicles as you parked behind Natasha’s black Corvette stingray. It wouldn’t be long until you had to trade in your sweet ride for a more family friendly car. But after copious amounts of begging and the added sweetener of lazy morning sex, wanda gave in and let you keep it for a little while longer.

“Wanda sweetheart, we’re here” you spoke quietly so as to not startle her awake. She had been exhausted as of late. The pregnancy had started to take a toll on her, something you were more than willing to accommodate for.

Her eyes fluttered open at the feeling of your touch against her bare arm. Her skin cool and covered in goosebumps from the air conditioning blowing for the better part of the four hour drive here.

“What time is it?” She said sleepily.

“Almost 8pm. Looks like everyone else is already here. Let’s get you settled inside then I can come back and get the bags”

You received a small nod in return. Wanda must’ve been a little discombobulated because she gave you an answer to a question you never asked. She was cute when she was tired.

Turning off the engine, you unbuckled your seatbelt and rushed around to the passenger side of the car. Wanda had already started to push the door open and swing her legs out when you grabbed onto her so she could plant her feet on the ground.

“I can stand on my own baby” she informed with a chuckle as you looped your arm around her waist, guiding her towards the door.

“I know, I just want to be close to you”

The sound of gravel crunched under both of your feet with each step closer to the house. It was either that or the roar of your engine that alerted someone of your presence. You were greeted by Steve leaning against the frame as you approached.

“Well I see you’ve still got the car. How did you manage that one? Don’t tell me you’ve gotten soft Wanda?”

“Shhh don’t let her hear you say that. She’ll change her mind and make me get rid” your hands came up to cover your wife’s ears in jest.

“My wife can be very persuasive when she wants to be. And my pregnancy hormones make it very hard to say no when she’s on her knees-“

“Alright, that’s enough of that. Get inside you before you embarrass Steve further” a blush crept up your neck whilst Wanda just chuckled and brushed past the blonde.

“You two seem to be in a good position. No pun intended” Steve stated once Wanda was out of earshot.

“I’ve got one word for you my friend. Therapy. Now, help me with the bags because if I don’t have an alcoholic beverage in my hand in the next five minutes, I’ll be telling Peggy about what went down between you and that blow up doll at my pre wedding party weekend”

“You wouldn’t dare. What about what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? What about out bro code?”

“Let’s hope we don’t find out. And I’m not a bro, so you grab that case and scurry your little ass to the kitchen. I expect something heavy with liquor waiting for me when I get there”

It happened so fast that all you could do was laugh when, instead of grabbing the one case, he grabbed all your bags in one arm and lifted you with the other, running into the house at speed. He wasn’t taking any chances.

This weekend was going to be great.

-

“Nice of you two to finally join us. How’s the head Y/N, feeling fragile?”

“You did this to me, Stark. Your idea of a single measurement must be completely off”

“On the contrary, you’re just a lightweight”

The night before may have gotten a little out of hand. Steve had mixed you a drink as promised but Tony had decided it was a good idea to crack open some vintage whiskey he kept aside for the occasion. The next thing you know you’re swimming in the sea in your clothes with no recollection of how you got there.

“Oh and make sure someone reminds me to soundproof the guest rooms in the near future” he added nonchalantly as he flipped the bacon that was frying in the pan in front of him.

“And why would you need to do that Tony?” Your question automatic as you searched the fridge for something other than beer or whatever milk alternative Pepper was raving about this month.

“Because next time I have guests such as yourselves, I don’t want to hear you fucking eachother through the walls. Wanda, who would’ve thought you’d be into such freaky stuff”

The orange juice you had somehow found and started to guzzle down desperately sprayed out of your mouth all over the inside of the fridge and down your chin.

Wanda, who had taken it upon herself to start cleaning up some of the mess from last night, stopped in her tracks and turned completely red at the thought of people hearing the pair of you being intimate.

“Yeah Wands” Natasha joined in as she entered the kitchen with Bucky in tow. “I didn’t peg you as a daddy kink type of person”

Great, now everyone seemed to be joining the party.

“Can you, I don’t know, shut the fuck up? Just a suggestion”

“Oh come on Y/N, you’re amongst friends. Wanda, give us the details. How’s your wife the sack? No, don't tell us. I bet she ‘feels so fucking good’”

The room erupted into laughter at Bucky’s impersonation of Wanda in the throes of passion.

“Aaaand look at that, I suddenly hate all of you. Come on babe, let’s leave these children to laugh at our expense”. You walked over and grabbed her hand, leading her back out of the room. The laughter behind you only getting louder.

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“Right, who wants burgers?”

It was mid afternoon when you all decided it was time to head out to the deck and get started on lunch.

“You want a burger baby?” You whispered into Wanda’s ear, brushing your lips against her neck as she sat curled in your lap on one of the deck chairs.

“We could share? I’m not that hungry. I had a big breakfast”

Wanda wasn’t wrong about those pregnancy hormones. The woman was insatiable. The second you got back upstairs she was all over you like a rash. Dropping to her knees in front of you as soon as the door clicked shut. At least this time you were able to keep your noises down to a minimum.

She did have a big breakfast indeed.

“Me and Wanda will have one between us” you shouted over to Clint as he stood in Tony’s lended ��kiss the cook’ apron at the grill.

“Only half each after last night? The pair of you need to keep your strength up after that much cardio”.

“Who’s side are you on Pepper? I thought you were one of the good ones” Wanda quipped, narrowing her eyes at Pepper in the process.

“Oooh wee, my girl is feisty today. Pep get over here and give me kiss”

“Oh so it’s alright for you to kiss but when we do it it’s the subject of conversation for the whole weekend?”

“There’s kissing, then making a porno in Tony’s spare room!”

“Stay out of this Clint. Or I’ll stick that spatula where the sun don’t shine”

“Well we all know your great at sticking things in places”

Jesus Christ was it ever going to end?

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Once again the sun had decided to bless you with the warmth of its rays. Even so late in the day the heat was strong. So you decided to have another swim in the sea. Sober this time of course.

However getting in the sea meant getting into your swimsuit. Which also meant your wife ogling you as you walked towards the water.

“Earth to Wanda”

“Sorry, did you say something?”

Wanda and Natasha had decided to spend their time sunbathing on the loungers. Natasha too full to move and Wanda too achy to do much other than sit and stare at you.

“You’re unbelievable. You’re not even trying to hide it anymore”

“Hide what? That I love my wife?”

“No, that you want to jump her bones every second of the day” a chuckle left Natasha’s lips right before she took a sip of her cocktail.

“Don't act like you don’t think that about Bucky?”

“Oh I never said I didn’t, but at least I’m abit more low-key about it”

Wanda turned her head away from her friend to catch you diving into the water. Mind reeling at the sight of your muscles tensing as you jumped into the waves.

“I have needs, Nat. I have needs and she gives me what I want”

“I bet she does”

A beat passed in relative silence. The pair of them basking in the sun, enjoying the sound of the waves before them. That was before the calm was broken by you shouting at Wanda from the ocean.

“Babe! Baby! Come swim with me. I miss you!”

Normally Wanda would object. She wasn’t a water body at all and she didn’t feel like having to wash her again once it was plagued with salt water. But it was her holiday too, so she might as well enjoy it while she was here.

So she stood from the lounger, a little less gracefully than she would’ve hoped, and excused herself before she wandered towards you. The sand warm on her feet.

“If you dunk my head under the water, I won’t be very happy” she informed as she paddled in the shallow waves hitting the shore. It was warmer than she had anticipated

“Normally I’d be tempted, but I’ve got better ideas”

“And what are those? I’m not racing you to the end of the pier and back again. You definitely cheated last time”

The water finally reached her shoulders as she swam up towards you, wrapping her arms around your neck as you held her in place.

“How dare you accuse me of such a foul thing” you feigned offence at her comment, knowing full well that you most definitely did cheat your way to the finish line that day. It was Wanda’s fault for wearing a strappy bikini top. You told her time and time again, one pull and she’d flash the whole beach. It was only fair that you showed her you were right.

You’d made it to the end before she’d even got the fabric back around her torso.

“So are you going to tell me what you’ve got planned. Or have I just hobbled all the way over here for no reason?”

The look you gave her made her stomach drop. A keenness in your eye that she knew all too well.

“I saw the way you were looking at me Wanda”. the hands that rested on the back of her thigh travelled slowly towards the soft tissue of her ass.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Oh I think you do. I know you get a blush creep over your chest when you’re turned on. And I don’t think it’s just the sun getting you all hot and bothered”

You dipped your head to suck on the soft flesh that sat between her neck and shoulder. Causing Wanda to hold back a moan as you licked across the skin to soothe the area. The taste of her perfume light against your tongue.

“You must not know me very well then, because that doesn’t sound like me at all” her voice was strained as she tried to keep some composure.

“Hmm, doesn’t it? So you wouldn’t like it if I touched you here then?”

Your hand trailed from her ass around to the front of her body. Fingers finding her nipple through the thin fabric of her bikini top. Tweaking it ever so slightly.

“Nope, not at all”

“Or here?” Your movements travelled south as you found her heat, pushed the underwear aside and brushed over her with a teasing intent.

“I- you- , I think you should- fuck”

“I can always stop? Because you said you didn’t like it after all”

“Don’t you fucking dare” her voice now laced with desperation as your fingers ghosted ever so lightly where she needs you the most.

“Can you be quiet this time? The waves are loud but you do have a set of lungs on you. And we don’t want everyone hearing how much of a slut you are for the the second time in 24 hours”

“I can be quiet” her response quick. Rushed. Strained even.

“Good”

Your fingers plunged into her then. Guided in by her wetness and held there by her tightness. She was always so ready for you. Pride bloomed in your chest at the thought.

Once settled with the feeling of you inside her, you started the slow touchrous movements you had planned. Soft thrusts in and out with a curl of your fingers every so often. Building her up with a leisurely pace guaranteed to leave her breathless and quivering.

Her hips bucked as the heel of your hand pressed against her clit. Relieving some of the pressure between her thighs. Even so, it wasn’t enough. The throbbing was getting more intense and she needed you to do your worst.

“Baby, please. I need to cum”

“I’ve barely even started and you’re already at the edge. Did this morning ruin you that much?”

Before you could carry on your administrations with even more vigor, a voice from the shore pulled you briefly out of your bubble.

“We’re about to cut the cake so get yourself out and dry if you want a slice. We’re not saving you any of you take too long”

Bucky’s deep voice boomed across the distance separating the group on the beach and the two of you in the water.

“You hear that baby, they’re going to cut the cake without us”

“I don’t care, I’m so close”

“We don’t want to miss out on it though so do we?. You know how Tony gets when he’s not the centre of attention”

The mischievous grin on your lips did nothing to quell the burning desire in Wanda’s stomach. Especially when she knew what that meant. Her suspicions were confirmed when you untangled her legs from your waist and removed your digits from her velvety walls. Causing her to clench around nothing.

“Last one to the house has to bottom for a whole month” you hollered before she could even register that you were swimming away. Water splashing in her face as you kicked your legs propelling you forwards.

“You little shit, get back here and finish what you started!”

“No can do baby. The cake awaits!”

[ladymunson]

Love Ain't No Stranger (2)

Fic summary: You and your friends spend most of your days, with everything nerdy. You’re the only girl in the group, but they never treat you differently. That is until prom comes around and Eddie starts feeling strange when you’re asked to prom by someone that isn’t him. Could Eddie be jealous?

A/N: Wow! I can’t believe the response to part one, thank you all so much! I hope you enjoy part two 😁 Let me know if you want a part three

Tried proofreading but I may have missed something, let me know if you spot any!

Word Count: 5410

Warnings: Angst, strong language, SMUT, oral (f receiving), fingering, (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

18+: Minors DNI

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You look up at Eddie, as he stammers to find the right words. “I…,” he paces back and forth, a hand on the back of his neck. He looks back at you and opens his mouth to speak, but changes his mind. He walks out of the room before finishing his thought, and that frustrates you even more than you thought possible.

You stand from the bed. “That’s right Munson, run away. Like you always do! You’re a fucking coward!” You yell at him before dropping to your knees on the plush carpet of your bedroom floor, and letting out a loud sob. You’ve felt like the world has been wonky for almost a week, but now it’s completely upside down.

The tears flow freely as you stay there on your knees, your breathing shallow. However, you didn’t hear the front door open or close. Which means he didn’t leave like you thought, you don’t want him to see you like this. You know he’s seen you upset and crying before, but this is different. He’s the cause this time.

Eddie is standing at the top of the stairs, his panic turning into anger. His anger isn’t directed at you, but at himself. He knows you’re right, when the going gets tough, he runs as far as he can and buries his head in the sand. However, he doesn’t want to run this time. He looks back at your bedroom door, and hears your sobs. He hates that he’s hurt you.  His anger quickly dissipates and he slowly makes his way back into your room.

He sees you’re on the floor, crying with your forehead pressed into the carpet as you hug yourself. Your words echo around in his head, “you should’ve manned up and asked me yourself!” He now understands, especially after the conversation with Dustin this afternoon.

He looks down at you, and upon hearing you sob again, he knows what to do. He can’t stand to see you cry, and needs to make it up to you. He thinks back to the day you met again, he’s liked you since that day! He kneels down beside you, reaching for you tentatively.

“Go away!” You sob, rolling onto your side and pulling your knees up to your chest to protect yourself as you cry. “Just leave me alone Munson!”

“No.” Eddie says firmly. “I’m not going anywhere sweetheart.” He reaches out to move your hair off of your face, you flinch at the contact. “I’m sorry.” He says, closing his eyes and pulling both his lips into his mouth to think what he’s going to say, but you sit up and beat him to it.

“You’re sorry?” You wipe the tears from your face. “Do you even know what you’re sorry for?” He nods.

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Eddie and Dustin walk away from the rest of the boys who are waiting outside the arcade, stepping out of earshot. Dustin turns to face him and folds his arms across his chest. “Right, stop this bullshit!” Eddie’s eyes grow wide at the suddenness with which Dustin yells.

“What the fuck did I do now?” Eddie asks, eyebrows and shoulders raised.

“At least admit it!” Dustin throws his hands in the air.

“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about Henderson!” Eddie says with exasperation.

“Dude!” Dustin sighs. “You like y/n, she likes you. Get your shit together because I’m sick of the both of you!”

“She doesn’t like me!” Eddie groans. “Wait, how do you know I like her?” He looks confused.

“Man, everyone knows! The only person who doesn’t know is her. So you better do something about it before she decides to accept Patrick’s offer.” Dustin says matter of factly, while poking him in the chest.

“But she doesn’t like me!” Eddie sighs and leans against the wall.

“You really are an idiot! I’m fourteen and I can see it, why can’t you?” Dustin says, hands on his hips.

Eddie opens his mouth to speak, but his mind starts replaying your interactions over the years. The flirting, the blushes as he touched you innocently, the conversation in the cafeteria earlier in the week. His eyes widen, realisation hits him. You’d been hinting that you wanted him to ask you to prom.

“Shit… I really am an idiot aren’t I?”

Dustin grins, “Go get your girl Eddie!”

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“Yes I know why I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being a dick. I’m sorry for being an idiot. And most of all, I’m sorry for not seeing what is right in front of me!” Eddie says, his voice barely a whisper.

You look at him, but you don’t say a word. “I’m sorry that I didn’t want to admit until today, that I’m fucking crazy about you!” You sniffle. “I’m sorry that I didn’t just ask you to prom myself. You’re right. I need to man up and tell you how I really feel.”  You raise an eyebrow.

“I love you Sunshine, I have since the day I met you. I just found it hard to believe, there was a even a slight chance that you felt the same way about me. You light up the room when you walk in, and I don’t.” You gulp, your breathing getting heavy.

“I love you.” You whisper.

Eddie’s face breaks out into a huge grin. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Yes you fucking idiot!” You smile at him and he pulls you into a big hug. Inhaling your scent when he kisses the top of your head, your coconut shampoo flooding his senses, making him content. “What made you admit how you feel?”

“Henderson.” He grins. “He told me you liked me too. I’ve been sitting in my van for hours thinking of what I’m going to say to you. I rehearsed this entire fucking monologue. Then when I got here, I just couldn’t speak. I could see how angry you were, but I just couldn’t say anything.”

“Remind me to thank Dustin for meddling!” You chuckle.

He pulls away for a moment. “So… you wanna go prom with me?” You nod and lunge at him, pulling him in to your arms. He wraps his arms around you, and you feel like the world is finally righting itself. “I better find a tux then huh?”

You giggle, imagining Eddie in a tux, closing your eyes and leaning into his embrace. The smell of leather and cigarettes making you feel butterflies in your stomach. He turns you in his arms, letting you go to place his hands on either side of your face. His rings cooling your heated skin.

“Can I kiss you?” Eddie asks, his eyes never leaving yours. You nod. “I need your words Sunshine.”

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly. He smiles before moving to gently brush his lips against yours. His kiss is featherlight but it sends electric shocks through you, and you practically melt. He moves his lips away, touching his forehead to yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for fucking years!” Eddie sighs. You smile and lean to kiss him again, wanting more. His hand grips the back of your head as you deepen the kiss, opening your mouth to grant him access.

Your tongues meet and it’s like everything falls into place. He tastes like cigarettes, mint and something that is uniquely Eddie. You moan as your hand slides into Eddie’s mane of curls, he pulls you closer as your kiss continues.

You finally pull away, breathless and hella turned on. But you’re not willing to go all the way with Eddie tonight. A declaration of love doesn’t qualify him for sex, not right away.

But it seems as if Eddie has read your mind because he stands, holding his hand out to you to help you up. “You should get some rest sweetheart, I’ll swing by in the morning and take you out for breakfast. Like a real date.”

You blush, but nod in agreement. He brushes his lips softly against yours one more time, before heading to your bedroom door. He turns back to look at you, your skin flushed pink. He strides back over to you, to give you another kiss, filled with passion. You grip onto his Ozzy shirt as he kisses you, his arms around your body.

He breaks the kiss and pulls away, “I love you Sunshine.” He says as he leaves the room, he has to force himself to go down the stairs and out of the door. He wants nothing more than to take you in his arms and fucking rock your world, but he doesn’t want to rush you. He leaves your house and gets in his van, taking a deep breath before shouting “YES!” at the top of his lungs and bouncing in his seat.

You’re watching from your bedroom window, you hear his muffled yell and then see the van rocking. You chuckle and mumble to yourself, “I fucking love that Dingus!”

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“Hey Patrick!” He turns to you and smiles. “Can we talk for a minute?”

“Of course beautiful, come to tell me the colour of your dress so we can match?” Patrick says with a grin.

“Not exactly.” You massage the back of your neck. “I’m thankful for the offer, but I can’t go to prom with you. Someone else has asked me.”

Patrick’s face falls, and he scoffs. “I wasn’t even serious y/n, like I wanna go to prom with one of the freaks!” Usually that would’ve hurt your feelings but you were just too happy so you turn off your heel and walk away. He yells after you, “fucking freak!”

You flip him off as you walk away, walking over to the Hellfire table and taking your usual seat beside Eddie. You pull your lunch out of your back pack, open it up and hand half to Eddie. He gives you a smile and goes back to his conversation with Jeff, Gareth and Mike.

Dustin, who sits beside you, grins at you. “What’s got into you Henderson?” You ask as you take a bite of your sandwich.

“You turned Patrick down?” He keeps grinning at you.

“Yeah, why would I wanna go prom with that douche?” You reply.

“So you haven’t got a date for prom?” Jeff asks. “I’d offer to take you, but Gina is coming back from college to go with me.” Eddie snorts.

Mike looks at him. “Who are you taking Munson? My sister said you bought two tickets.”

Eddie smiles. “You’re gonna have to wait and see Wheeler.”

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When you get home from your shift at Family Video, your mom is back from her work trip. She pulls you into a hug as soon as you walk through the door, you return her hug.

“Anything interesting happen while I was away?” She asks moments later, when you’ve joined her in the kitchen, sitting at the island, as she prepares dinner.

You blush. “Erm… yeah. I got asked to prom by two guys.” She puts down the knife she’d been using to chop the vegetables.

“Two?!” You nod. “Did you decide which one you’re going with? Prom is this Friday.”

You begin explaining about Patrick, how he’d asked you, what you’d said when you turned him down and how he’d reacted.

“That kid ever comes around here and I’ll chop his balls off!” Your mom says and you laugh, a real laugh. One that makes your body shake and tears form in your eyes. “I didn’t know threatening a teenage boy with violence would make you laugh like that.” She says before joining in the laughter.

The doorbell rings, you get off the stool and go and open it. Eddie is standing there, he smiles and you step aside to let him in.

“Edward!” Your mom calls out before reaching out to hug him, he clears his throat. “I mean Eddie.” She smiles at him. “Do you wanna stay for dinner?”

Eddie blushes. “I’d love to Ms y/l/n. But there is something I want to talk to you about first.” She looks at him with concern. “Sunshine, could you give us a minute?” You nod, grab your backpack and step out into the backyard. You sit on a lawn chair, and grab a book out of your bag.

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“You’ve got me worried Eddie, is every thing okay?” Your mom asks.

“Yeah, more than okay. I know y/n’s dad isn’t around so I thought I’d ask you instead.” She cocks her head to the side. Eddie takes a deep breath. “I’d like to take her to prom, but I want to make sure it’s okay with you first.”

Your mom makes a noise that Eddie has never heard before, it’s so loud that he’s sure you could hear it outside. The sound worries him, but then he sees your moms face. She’s got the biggest smile he’s ever seen, “does that mean it’s okay?”

“I knew it! I just knew it!! You guys are made for each other, I’ve always known it.” Eddie sighs in relief. “When we moved here, y/n was so unhappy, depressed even. Meeting you has changed her, she’s back to the cheerful spunky kid she used to be. That’s because of you.” Eddie face goes red, your mom puts her arm around him. “This town may think you’re nothing but a delinquent, but I see you Eddie.” Tears begin to form in his eyes. “ You have my daughter’s heart, and if you break it, I’ll break you.”

Eddie chuckles, “I have no intentions of that. I love her.”

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It’s finally Friday, prom day! You’re so excited but also very nervous. No one knows that you’re going with Eddie, you’re not ashamed, just wanting to keep it to yourself for now. Your mom has taken the day off work to help you get ready, you’re not a girly girl and have absolutely no idea what you’re doing.

You’d started the day with waffles, your mom had insisted that you start the day with a hearty breakfast. Then chilled out reading while your mom ran to the drug store to get make up, nail polish and hair spray. When she got back, she made lunch for the both of you which you sat and ate in silence.

“You okay?” You mom asked, looking worried. You nod, but can’t help feeling a little apprehensive. You’ve never had make up or your hair done, and are afraid of showing up looking like a cross between a clown and a quaffed poodle.

You look in the mirror, you can’t believe the reflection staring back at you. Your y/h/c had been straightened into a sleek style. Reminding you more of Cher rather than Farrah Fawcett, which is the current “pretty girl” style.

Your make up is subtle, a light smoky eye with winged liner. A peach blush on your cheeks, rather than the bubble gum pink that’s in right now. Your lips are a dark red shade called ‘Harlot’, your mom deciding that wasn’t a terrible name for the colour.

The dress your mom had picked out and had customised was black, with red roses scattered all over. The halter design accentuating your cleavage without over doing it, and the long hem line making it feel modest, until you’d realised there was a slit halfway up the left side. You had black heels on, the red ones felt too slutty. Plus you didn’t have a red clutch to go with them.

You take a deep breath with your eyes closed, then open them again to take one last look at yourself. You look like a siren! The clock on the wall reads 6:45, Eddie is due to pick you up at 7:00. You step out of your bedroom and make it to the top of the stairs before there’s knocking on the door. You stay where you are as your mom goes to open the door, Eddie is there.

“You’re early!” Your mom says, “You look great Eddie!” She looks to the stairs and whispers. “Wait ‘til you see.”

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Eddie is standing with his back to you when you enter the living room, his hair still the unruly mane of curls but the rest of him put together, it’s weird to see him dressed so differently. If you thought he looked good from the back, when he turns to face you, your heart jumps into your throat. He looks gorgeous! He’s wearing an actual tux, not ill-fitting clothing he’d borrowed raiding his uncle’s closet. Eddie doesn’t own dress shoes, so he had his faithful black high tops on. He’s opted not to wear the bowtie, which you knew he wouldn’t anyway. You’re glad, because you had something better.

“Like what you see Munson?” you smirk. He doesn’t speak, just nods.

“You have something for y/n, don’t you Eddie.” Your mom says. He stammers and holds out a clear box to you. Inside is a beautiful red rose corsage, tears threaten behind your eyes but you blink them away.

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Eddie’s jaw is on the floor, he can’t speak. He’s always thought you were beautiful, so he doesn’t know why it feels like it’s the first time ever seeing you. He’s so used to your jeans, band tees, flannels and sneakers. He also usually loves the waves of your hair, but the sleek straight style you’re currently rocking is doing something to him. He helps you put on the corsage with trembling hands, you kiss his cheek to thank him. He blushes.

“I have something for you too Eddie.” You say, stepping away to grab something from behind the couch cushion. A gold box, which you hand to him with a smile. His ringed fingers grip the box as he opens it. Underneath the white tissue paper, is a tie. Red, a similar shade to the roses on your dress. He smiles, he’s never owned a tie before. He takes it out of the box, admiring the colour when he glimpses a sparkle as the tie hits the light. He focuses on where he saw it, his eyes grow wide and his mouth drops open. Midway down the front of the tie, in a delicate gold thread, is stitched a D20.

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You walk into the gymnasium, hand in hand with Eddie. You can feel every ones eyes on you, he grips your hand because he can feel you shaking. “I got you Sunshine,”

“Holy Shit! The freak has a date, and she’s a stunner.” Jason Carver says, making the whole basketball team turn your way. Eddie plays the gentleman, leaves you with the boys and goes to get you both a glass of punch.

“You look gorgeous y/n.” Jeff’s girlfriend Gina says. You thank her, just as a snake approaches.

“Hey gorgeous, what you doing here with that freak? I’m sure I could give it to you better.” You face Patrick, “Shit! Y/N, I didn’t recognise you.”

“Obviously!” You retort. “And I doubt you could.” You don’t spare him another thought as Eddie taps you on the shoulder, his eyes glazed over. You pull Eddie by the hand and move to the dance floor.

His hands settle on your hips as you wrap your arms around his neck. You slow dance together. He leans down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

Everyone is staring at you both, you can feel everyone’s eyes on you. Even principal Higgins can’t believe that you’re here together.

You sigh and whisper in Eddie’s ear. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“We only just got here, I thought this is a rite of passage Sunshine.” Eddie chuckles.

“Don’t care any more. Fuck them! Fuck everyone but you and me.” You say grabbing Eddie’s hand and dragging him out of the gymnasium.

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“I have one more gift for you.” You say to Eddie as he drives out of the school parking lot. He looks at you with a smile. You open your purse and get out a plastic card. “I booked us into a hotel room for the night.” Eddie tongue practically hangs out of his mouth, and he floors it making you laugh.

The drive to the hotel takes minutes, he parks the van and jumps out. Running round to the passenger side to open the door for you, you step out and tell him your room number. You both run through the lobby to the elevator. You can feel the vibrations coming off of him, his excitement evident. He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet as your ride the elevator up to the fifth floor.

You both disembark the elevator, and walk towards where you’ll be spending the night together. You get the door of your room, opening it and stepping inside. You step aside to let Eddie in, he walks past you but not by much. You close the door behind you, and brush past him, you feel him stiffen and then stifle a groan and you place your purse on the night stand.

Eddie runs his hand through his hair, his mind and pulse racing. “Sunshine, you have no idea how much I want you. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this…” Your lips cut him off, your arms wrapping around his neck. His hands on the small of your back. The kiss lasts barely a few seconds but you feel the tightness in your chest and the heat between your legs. There’s nothing more that you want, than being here with Eddie. Where you feel safe, wanted and loved.

You break away, breathless. “I want you…” He grabs you again, hands on either side of your face, kissing you with passing and bruising your lips in the process. He leads you back to the bed, his lips leaving yours and brushing over the pulse points in your neck, making you shudder. You hands tangle in his hair, holding him so close. He puts his hands either side of your neck, kissing you again.

“Can I?” He asks, you nod. “Use your words sweetheart.” He says kissing the tip of your nose.

“Yes!” You moan out. He undoes the halter part of your dress, before sliding down to pull down the zipper. His mouth over yours, his tongue exploring. Your hands come up and push the jacket of the tux off his shoulders, he breaks the kiss to carefully undo the tie and remove it. You hold your dress in place, wanting him at least shirtless before you drop it. His hands tremble as he undies the buttons of his shirt and strips out of it. Your eyes run over his bare chest, his tattoos and going lower to his happy trail. You groan, and drop your dress.

Eddie’s eyes almost pop out of his head when he takes in the sight of your red strapless bra and panties. The red lace against your skin making his pants unbelievably tight. He growls grabs the back of your head to pull you into another bruising kiss.

Eddie turns you in his arms, so your back is flush with his chest. He pulls your hair to the side and nuzzles your neck with his lips, eliciting a moan from you. His hands sweep down your sides, brushing over where you’re ticklish. You giggle and Eddie sighs.

He moves to begin kissing down your shoulders and back, his hands grabbing your ass as he moves. As Eddie gets lower, he stops, staring at the small of your back.

His fingers brush over the tattoo on your lower back that he’s never seen. A large winged bat, hovering just above the curve of your ass. He hums in delight.

He kisses the tattoo, before making his way back up and kissing your neck again. Eddie spins your to face him and slots his mouth over yours. His tongue trying to gain access. You open your mouth and let him in, his tongue gliding lightly over yours.

His hands are all over you, and you can’t get enough. He wraps his arms around you and lays you back on the bed, not breaking the kiss. Your hand is on the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. He groans before pulling away.

He stands up, wanting to look at you. Your hair splayed out behind you like a halo, your eyes glassy, your breathing heavy. “You’re so fucking beautiful!” He says as he reaches for his belt. Undoing his pants and pushing them down his legs as he toes off his shoes. You bite your lower lip and moan, the sound going straight to his cock. You look down and see it straining his boxers and a small damp patch where his cock is leaking precum.

You sit up and reach for him, wanting to touch him, wanting his cock in your hands. You pull his boxers down and his cock springs free. You gulp, he’s bigger than you thought and thicker than you’d ever seen. You wonder if you will be able to take him. As you touch him, he makes a noise so obscene, so feral, that you feel your pussy pulse between your legs, aching to be touched. Eddie looks at you with half lidded eyes as you lean forward to take his cock in your mouth.

He stops you, shaking his head. “As much as I would love to feel your mouth around me, I don’t know how much longer I can go without touching you.”  You reach behind you to pop the clasp on your bra and pull it off, throwing it across the room.

“Then touch me!” He growls and pushes you back down onto the bed, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking while his hand massages the other. Your back arches into his touch, you let out a breathy moan. He moves his mouth to your other breast, latching onto the nipple but instead of grabbing the other with his hand, he moves it lower. Stopping at the waistband of your lace panties and releasing your breast from his mouth to look at you, needing approval once more. You grab his wrist and push it inside your panties and moaning his name.

Your slick almost completely coats his hand and he slides it through your folds. “Fuck sweetheart, all this for me?” You nod and pull him down for a kiss. His hand moves up and down, until he finds your clit. You cry out at the sensation, he rubs lightly, sending little jolts of electricity through your body. Without warning he removes his hand and you groan at the loss of contact.

He moves to kiss along your jaw, down your neck and proceeds to kiss down your body until he’s kneeling in front of you. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties and pulls them off. Putting them gently beside his pants and shoes, with no intention of returning them.  He looks at your glistening pussy and growls. You think he’s going to go feral on you, but he doesn’t. He places sweet kisses on the inside of your thighs, making you moan.

“Eddie… please!” You cry out in frustration. He chuckles before placing a kiss directly on your clit. You arch your back, your breathing heavy. His tongue licks a stripe along your pussy, starting at your dripping hole and ending at your clit. You whimper with delight but then gasp as his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks gently. He inserts a finger into you and you see stars.

“Fuck, you’re tight sweetheart!” He slides another finger inside you and it’s as though your soul leaves your body. He curls his fingers and he finds that sweet spot inside you. Eddie flicks his tongue around and around your clit, he looks up to see you grabbing the sheets, knuckles white. His lips wrap around your clit again, sucking slightly harder than before as he curls and uncurls his fingers, the sensation is too much to handle and you come without warning. Screaming his name.

He gives your pussy gentle kitten licks as you recover from your orgasm. He sits up with a grin, your slick coating his face. You’re blissed out but want more. You reach for him and he settles on top of you, his thighs between yours.

“You okay baby?” He asks, you smile and nod, pulling him down for a kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips, which lights a fire of desire inside you.

“Make me yours Munson.” You whisper.

He lines his cock up with your dripping cunt, “I’ve always been yours.” He counters as he slides inside you. The stretch is delicious. He takes it slow, wanting to savour every second. Your back arches and you grab for his ass, trying to pull him closer to speed him up. “All in good time sweetness, wanna feel you.” He moans into your mouth as he kisses you, slowly. He continues to slide inside you gently, allowing you to adjust to his size before bottoming out in you. “You okay?” He asks.

“Fuck me Munson!” You moan out and he obliges. Starting slow but speeding up as he feels your walls flutter around him. Your arms around his back, nails digging into his pale skin leaving crescent moon indents. Your legs wrapped around his ass, trying to pull him in deeper. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt are obscene, and so are your moans. You never want it to end, Eddie’s cock is reaching parts of you that you didn’t know existed, and you’ve never felt more complete in your life.

“You feel so fucking good. Like you were made for me. Wanna spend the rest of my life inside you.” You clench at his words. “Fuck you’re squeezing my cock, I don’t know how much longer I can last!” He moans out as he reaches between you and his fingers find your clit, rubbing circles on your tight bud, wanting you on the edge with him. You feel warmness spread through your body and the coil tighten.

“Eds… I’m gonna come!” You groan out.

“Come with me baby, come around my cock.” The coil snaps as you reach your climax and you let out a scream. Eddie’s hips falter as he feels you come around him, triggering his orgasm. He buries his head in the crook of your neck as he grunts and empties inside you, his hot cum coating your pussy walls white.

He collapses on top of you and tries to catch his breath. He rolls off to the side, staying inside you and taking you with him. You lay together in a tangle of limbs as you both come down from your high, your breathing returning to normal. He kisses your forehead as he pulls out of you, making you wince.

Eddie gets off the bed on shaky legs and heads into the en suite, returning moments later with a damp cloth to clean you up. Once satisfied, he throws the cloth on the floor and settles himself in the bed beside you. You snuggle into his embrace and close your eyes. He reaches to turn off the light, flicking the switch and letting darkness take over the room.

He puts his arm around you again, “I love you y/n.”

“I love you too Eds.” You reply before drifting off to the most peaceful sleep you’ve ever had, knowing that you were where you belong. In Eddie’s arms.

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Crybaby [Ch. 6]

pairing: namjoon x f. reader

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, smut

wc: 5.9k

summary: Sometimes your emotions overwhelmed you, sometimes they made you cry, but your friends were there to comfort you all the time. Crybaby, a sweet nickname bestowed upon you by said friends, but when Kim Namjoon says it, it's more of a tease.

warnings: shy!oc, crybaby!oc, lots of kissing, dirty thoughts, mini-meltdown, namjoon is a BOYFRIEND, making out, conversation about sex, marking (hickeys, biting, scratching) oral sex, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex, crybaby cries during sex (tears of joy), creampie

a/n: i added the kiss in the rain drabble to this so it would be canon

date: September 12, 2022

Namjoon has been a mess of nerves all evening. He’s done his best to be in the moment and not get caught off guard while his friends grow rowdy in his home.

Another movie night is coming to an end and Namjoon knows that any bit of courage he’s built up will wither into nothingness if he doesn’t ask you soon. But what if you reject him? Won’t things be awkward?

“You look like you’re gonna throw up,” Yoongi comments offhandedly as he approaches Namjoon with his soda in his hand. “And I won’t help clean it up if you do.”

“Thanks,” Namjoon states sarcastically, with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

“I’m just fucking with you, man. Jungkook told me what’s going down tonight and all I have to say is, it’s about damn fucking time you stepped up. I think half of us know you like her,” Yoongi giggles as Namjoon scoffs.

“I was waiting for the right time,” Namjoon hisses in response.

“There’s never a right time, Joon. You can’t sit on the sidelines waiting to get a shot when others would gladly step up even if they get rejected.”

“How’d you do it?” Namjoon asks as he looks at his brother, who’s laughing with you about something they’re too out of earshot to hear.

“Actually, Jungkook beat me to it. Cornered me one night and asked me if I was ever gonna grow a pair and ask him out or if he’d had to drop more hints. I wasn’t aware he was dropping hints,” Yoongi chuckles as he thinks back to that night. “He kissed me in front of everyone and said I was his boyfriend now. I was over the moon.”

“I’m not gonna kiss her out of the blue,” Namjoon laughs, shaking his head as he sees you caught between Jimin and Hoseok, both teasing you about something that leaves you hopping up and down between them.

“I didn’t say to do that, dummy! Just ask her out. You don’t have to write her a sonnet or anything. Any idiot can see she’s into you,” Yoongi shrugs, ignoring the way Namjoon seems to short-circuit.

Any idiot can what?

“She’s what?” Namjoon gulps, wondering if he’s somehow misheard his older friend.

Yoongi sighs, rolling his eyes at Namjoon. “You’re an idiot.”

“We’ve covered that, yes. Now, what was it you said?”

“I said any idiot knows she’s into you. Have you honestly not noticed?” Yoongi is growing concerned. Maybe he shouldn’t have opened his big mouth. Oops.

“What if she says no?”

“Then at least you asked, man. Don’t go the rest of your life wishing you had just asked,” Yoongi takes a sip of his drink and walks away, leaving Namjoon to his thoughts.

Time ticks on until it’s time to go to bed and Namjoon still hasn’t found the guts to ask you out. He’s avoided you all night, and he knows you’ve noticed as Taehyung and Jimin flank you wherever you go.

However, when you’re getting ready for bed, Namjoon reaches out for your hand, stopping you from going to the living room.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asks shyly, his cheeks pink and his eye contact faltering. You nod, walking into his bedroom after him.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you all night. I was just nervous,” he admits.

“Nervous? Why?” you ask directly, not wanting to overthink any longer.

Namjoon shuffles his weight from foot to foot, wringing his hands as he looks at his feet. With a deep breath, he looks up to lock eyes with you. “Because I’ve been thinking of how to ask you out on a date all night and I just can’t seem to find the words, Crybaby. So, will you go on a date with me? Feel free to say no. I swear, this won’t change anything between us if you say no.”

You’re speechless. Out of all the possibilities you came up with in your head about his avoidance, this wasn’t one of them.

“You want to go out on a date with me?”

“Yes,” Namjoon answers simply.

Your heart flutters in your chest as a smile lights up your face. “I’d love to!”

Namjoon feels like he can finally breathe. Nothing can take the bright smile off his face.

To no one’s surprise, your date goes swimmingly. At first, you had felt a little awkward, a little shy, but it soon clicked in your head that this was Namjoon. Your best friend, Namjoon. Namjoon, who you’ve had a huge crush on and possibly more for the last few months, Namjoon.

Being with Namjoon felt natural, from dinner at your favorite restaurant filled with laughter and smiles, to a walk near a plaza with a massive fountain and several sweet shops that you visited with your hand in his.

Everything was wonderful, and even the rapid beating of your heart didn’t cause you to worry.

At the end of the night, Namjoon kissed your cheek when he dropped you off at your front door and asked you out again for the following night.

With a giddy smile, you said yes.

Your first kiss doesn’t happen until the end of your third date. You’ve been thinking about it all night, biting your bottom lip as you step onto your front porch with Joon behind you, his hand in yours.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s been thinking about it as well, for a long time.

Is it too soon? Would you want him to kiss you? What if he’s bad? What if you hate it? All these questions have been swirling around in his mind all night and now, as he stands in front of you wishing you a good night, he’s at a loss.

Namjoon caresses your cheek and you melt into his touch, eyes fluttering shut.

You know he’ll lean in to kiss your cheek, maybe even your forehead, before asking you out again.

Instead, you’re surprised when he does none of that. You open your eyes slowly and offer him a gentle smile.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks bashfully, his dimpled smile makes you swoon as you nod. “Yes.”

It takes a moment for Namjoon’s surprise to pass, butterflies fluttering in his belly as he swallows his nerves and leans in. You meet him halfway, your lips pressing to his in a barely there kiss but it’s enough for Joon to gain his courage. His hand cups your cheek, stepping forward as he brings you closer.

A content sigh escapes him, lips moving perfectly in sync with yours for a moment longer before you’re both pulling away.

A soft giggle escapes you, eyes bright and brimming with happy tears.

“Wow.”

“Wow,” Namjoon echoes with a dimpled grin.

With a bite of your lip, you don’t let your shyness overcome you. Instead, you move forward and surprise him with a press of your lips.

Namjoon is quick to catch you, his large hands gripping your hips as he eagerly kisses you back. All his worries and all the apprehensiveness he’d felt before are long gone with each soft movement of your lips with his.

Saying goodbye takes longer that night. Each word is followed by a quick peck on your lips, his hands linger on your hips and he knows he needs to head home before things grow too hot too fast.

“Goodnight, my Crybaby. Sweet dreams.”

A few more dates coupled with a few more kisses goodnight, lead Namjoon to make things official. The two of you seem to complement each other well, both growing so much happier as the weeks go by and although you still burst into tears often, they’re happier now.

Your friends have been very happy for you both, and Jungkook is off the wall because his best friend-soulmate- is dating his brother. He loves meddling but he finds he doesn’t have to when the two of you just make sense, just fit.

Even Yoongi has started to let his guard down slowly, seeing how comfortable you’ve grown around Namjoon and witnessing the two of you together puts his mind at ease. It’s been such a long time since you’ve dated anyone, much less made anyone your boyfriend, and it’s a breath of fresh air to hear your little giggles and your loud cackles of laughter in his home all because of Namjoon.

Jimin and Taehyung are still troublemakers, teasing you here and there but much less so than ever before. They have boundaries they don’t cross now and Namjoon is thankful that they respect him and you now that your relationship has changed. However, that doesn’t mean they still don’t poke fun here and there, whispered words and hushed giggles as they include you in their secret conversations and ask you questions that heat your face.

Seokjin and Hoseok still baby you as much as possible but they’re quick to back off if they see Namjoon stepping up. His sweet teases of “Crybaby, Crybaby,” makes them grin when you bury your face in his chest. They honestly don’t think anyone better could have scooped you up, their hearts warm with tenderness for Namjoon as he treats you like you deserve, their little crybaby.

*

Tonight is another night at Jungkook and Namjoon's place for movie night. You’re cuddled up between the two brothers, except this time, Yoongi has thrown himself over Jungkook's lap, cuddling him, leaving you to press against Namjoon. He couldn't be more thrilled. His arms drape over your shoulder as he pulls you close, and his lips plant a kiss on your temple. You can't help but think what it would be like to be writhing beneath him, tears rolling down your cheeks as your nails dig into his back, his name spilling from your lips in a heady cry as your legs wrap around him.

You need to control your thoughts, your body feeling warm as you cuddle into Namjoon further. He is oblivious to your naughty thoughts, but he's having some of his own as you plant a soft kiss on his neck.

Namjoon bites back a moan. His hand grips his thigh as he moves his hips to calm himself down. Your soft giggle lets him know you’ve done it on purpose to rile him up and although the two of you haven’t gone farther than a few heated make-out sessions, your thoughts certainly wander.

Gently, you’re easing out of Namjoon’s hold, feeling flushed from your thoughts. You hurry to the kitchen with an excuse of grabbing a drink. Namjoon nods, his eyes following your retreating figure, not batting an eye when Jimin follows shortly after.

“What’s got you so heated?” Jimin asks as he hops on the counter beside the fridge. You roll your eyes at him playfully, opening the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water.

“Why must you be so nosy?” you tease with a smile that has Jimin laughing.

“Is there something to be nosy about, Baby? You usually don’t get this flustered, not even when Tae and I are messing with you. So… tell me what’s got you heated,” Jimin smirks and you know there’s no way you can lie your way out of this.

Instead, you look over your shoulder to make sure nobody is heading your way before you move closer to Jimin.

“Oh, this is gonna be juicy,” Jimin grins devilishly.

“Jimin!” you hiss, smacking his thigh gently.

“What? I’m curious.” he wiggles his brows and you sigh as you lean on the counter beside him.

“Is it obvious that I’m flustered?” you look up at him. Jimin quirks his head to the side.

“To me or everyone?”

“To you… maybe Namjoon,” you swallow thickly as you open your bottle and take a sip.

“I mean, I can’t speak for him, but I noticed the way you kept fidgeting and the way your gaze continued to drop to his hands. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you have a thing for hands and you keep tracing the veins on his.”

“You know, I regret asking anything,” you hissed, out a breath as you got embarrassed further.

“Tell me what’s going on, Crybaby. I can’t help unless you tell me,” Jimin bargains and you give in.

“Namjoon and I have been together for a bit now and I love kissing him and making out and stuff and I don’t know what it is about tonight but I want to jump him,” you sigh, hiding your face in your hands until Jimin’s gentle grip is pulling them off your face.

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“Would I be in here if I had?” you retort, chuckling.

Jimin hums, shaking his head. “Talk to him, baby. There’s only so much your ass wiggling on his lap will do.”

Groaning, you take another sip of your water.

“I’ll think about it,” you say, placing your hand on your face to cool you down. Jimin smirks, hopping off the counter before you can say another word.

Namjoon walks in, not shocked to see Jimin winking at him as he passes by. You curse your best friend out in your head. Not once in his life could he be subtle.

However, Namjoon’s soft smile makes your heart skip a beat as he approaches you. He helps you onto the counter and stands between your legs. You’ve stolen one of his sweatshirts, his scent bringing comfort to you as well as fueling your arousal. Your short pajama shorts ride up on your thighs, his hands immediately claiming them.

“Hi,” he whispers, as his forehead is pressed against yours.

“Hi,” you respond with a smile so bright that it warms his heart.

“I missed you,” he says simply as his hand moves to cup your face. You melt into his touch instantly, eyes twinkling when they lock on him. Namjoon can’t help but think how precious you are, how lucky he is to have you be his. His infatuation with you was blooming into more and normally that would spark fear in him but with you, he felt serene. He wasn’t going to navigate away from this feeling, not when it caused him great joy.

“Missed you, Joon,” you admit with a smile as you pull him closer by his shirt. His strong arms wrap around you as your arms wrap around his neck. His breath ghosts over your lips before he’s kissing you slowly. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging hard enough to make him moan into the kiss. His hand slides down to your thigh, bringing it up to wrap around his hips.

“Joon,” you say his name in a heady tone, turning your head to allow him more room as he kisses your neck, nipping gently as he goes until you gasp and arch into him.

Namjoon moans your name, nosing at your sensitive skin as you grip his shoulders and grip his shirt tightly.

“I know you two aren’t making out on my kitchen counter,” Jungkook grimaces as he takes the two of you in. Namjoon sighs as he places your thigh back on the counter and straightens up. Lately, he’s had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. He wouldn’t go past your limits, always pushing himself away when he’s felt the two of you are going too far. Sure, he’s enjoyed your make-out sessions, and sure, he’s daydreamed of doing more, so much more but it’s not a discussion the two of you have had and tonight isn’t the right time for it in the middle of a group hangout.

However, Namjoon loves these stolen moments. He can feel his lips tingling from your kiss, still warm and yearning for more. But for now, he’ll have to settle with a peck on your lips before he’s turning to his brother.

“It’s my counter too.”

Jungkook waves his hand. “Yeah, yeah. If you’re gonna be making me nieces and nephews, you have a bedroom.”

“You know, kinda wish I wasn’t here right now,” you mutter in embarrassment as you stare up at the ceiling, praying it’ll open and something will strike you unconscious.

“Me too,” Jungkook sticks his tongue out at you before turning on his heel.

Namjoon sighs heavily. Leave it to his brother to ruin the moment.

“Do you wanna go to my room?” Namjoon asks you, his fingers lacing with yours. Your eyes widen and he chuckles softly. “To talk, Crybaby. To talk.”

You look slightly disappointed, and he smiles as he helps you off the counter before leading you to his bedroom. None of your friends bat an eye when you walk past them. In fact, you’re sure half of them are asleep in their spots.

Once the two of you step into his bedroom, Namjoon is gently shutting the door as you climb into his bed, waiting for him to join you. He does so, leaving ample space between you even when he turns to face you.

“Baby?”

“Yes?”

Namjoon rubs the nape of his neck. He was suddenly feeling shy, heat rising to his cheeks and making them rosy.

“I know lately we’ve been taking it slow and kissing and I’ve loved every single moment of it but I couldn’t help but notice that tonight you may have wanted more?” Namjoon raises a brow as he tries to gauge your reaction but your eyes are wide and you’re unable to speak.

“Please,” Namjoon licks his lips nervously. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I noticed the way you kept staring at my hands and kissing my neck just to make me moan.”

You blink, your hands in your lap as you feel heat flush throughout your body.

“You noticed, huh?” you laugh nervously, feeling Namjoon get off the bed to kneel on the floor in front of you. He takes your hand in his, and despite the rapid beating of your heart, you feel completely safe. The usual urge to run isn’t present, and with a steadying breath, you meet his gaze.

“It’s kind of hard not to notice, baby.” Namjoon chuckles, his hand moving upward to caress your cheek. “I need you to tell me what you want, okay? It’s just me here, love. I’m your boyfriend and your friend. I’ll keep this between us.”

“I know you will, silly. I trust you,” you grin, kissing his nose.

Namjoon grins from ear to ear, his dimples so prominent that it makes your smile grow wider.

“I trust you too,” Namjoon assures as he takes your hand in his. “Which is why I need you to be honest with me, okay? Do you want more, Crybaby?”

“Now?” your eyes widen in panic and Namjoon laughs softly as he shakes his head.

“No, not now,” he kisses your cheek. “Not with all our friends in the living room.”

“Ohhh,” you giggle.

Namjoon gets on the bed with you, pulling you to his chest.

“You’re too cute for your own good, Baby. Too, too cute.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

“Extremely,” he answers, kissing your cheek.

You lace your fingers with him as you lay with your head on his broad chest. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be than wrapped up in him, and you know you’re on a one-way track to being fully in love with Kim Namjoon. The thought doesn’t terrify you or cause any anxiety. It feels right.

“There’s no rush, Crybaby. Whenever the time’s right, okay?” Namjoon asks for your input, not wanting you to stress over it or think he’s calling all the shots.

“That works, babe,” you answer bashfully.

However, Namjoon’s heart is soaring in the clouds at the pet name. He’s quick to capture your lips with his, his large hand cradling your face as he holds you close.

It’s not too long until he’s on top of you, holding his weight on his elbows as he kisses you. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, fingers gently threading through his hair as his hands find their way under your shirt, gently caressing your waist.

Slow kisses and dulcet moans are all you know as you lose yourself in his touch, melting beneath him as your thoughts wander to dangerous territory but they’re brought back when Seokjin and Hoseok’s laughs ring through the house.

Namjoon chuckles, panting. “Another time.”

“Another time,” you echo as you raise your pinky for him to loop his around.

“Should we head back out there or stay here?” Namjoon asks.

“Let’s stay here,” you answer easily as he lies beside you and you stifle a yawn but Joon catches it anyway. He kisses you on the lips, wrapping you up in his muscular arms.

“Get some sleep, Crybaby. I’ll be here for you when you wake up.”

“Goodnight, Joonie. I adore you.”

Unfortunately for you, the timing was never right but not being in a huge rush made it okay. Several heated make-out sessions always left the both of you wanting more but were always interrupted by a phone call or a friend bursting into his home or yours. You’d smile, share a kiss and move on.

So when the time finally presented itself, you took the opportunity.

It had been months of sexual tension that led up to this moment. Months of dating finally led to you and Namjoon standing in the rain after spending the whole day together and he had walked you home.

There, right outside your home, he'd kissed you with so much adoration that it made your toes curl. You loved it! It was better than you had imagined, knowing he was feeling for you what you were for him. His touch is just as fiery as his tongue. Despite being soaked to the bone by the rain, you felt a certain warmth as he kissed you passionately. You didn't want to let him go, so you didn't.

Shy smiles are exchanged as you lead him inside your home, kissing him once you're safely inside. His hair drips over his forehead, which then drips onto you, but all you care about is him. He's so big and broad that it makes you feel small as he cages you in his arms, your back pressed to the wall.

"Fuck," he breathes against your lips, his hand cupping your face. "I can't keep my hands off you."

"So don't," you goad, eyes locked on his. Your hands run over his buff arms, moving down to his pecs where his t-shirt has become see-through and completely useless as it clings to his wet body.

"You don't know what you're asking for, Crybaby," Namjoon says softly, caressing your cheek as he gives you an easy out.

"Why don't you let me find out?" you respond, greedy hands reaching for his shirt; your body pressed obscenely to his.

"You're gonna be the death of me, Crybaby." Namjoon nearly growls, his hand gripping the back of your neck as he pulls you into a kiss that leaves you weak in the knees.

Seeing your boyfriend smirk after leaving you breathless from a kiss sends your heart fluttering, heat spreading through your body as your lips meet for another toe-curling kiss.

“Baby,” he rasps, lips trailing kisses to your neck as his hips pin you to the wall and you’re melting beneath him, gripping his shirt tighter, seconds from ripping it down the middle. His arms flex and you nearly drool, tilting your head to the side, allowing him more access to the sensitive skin of your neck as his teeth nip the column of your throat. His name forms on your lips, a cock-hungry moan that leaves him throbbing in the confines of his denim.

Namjoon steps back, shaking his wet hair out of his eyes. His gaze is dark and hooded, full of lust and love as he takes your hand in his to lead you to your bathroom.

The two of you stumble in, lips connected as you bump into the bathroom counter, laughing into the kiss as his hand fumbles in the dark looking for the light switch.

Once the bathroom is illuminated in light, you pause. Namjoon cups your face in his hands and your heart flips in your chest, excitement bubbling in your belly as you kiss him again, your hands gripping his shirt to pull it off him.

Namjoon easily gets out of his shirt, .tugging it over his head effortlessly, and you feast on his sun-kissed skin. His pectorals are undoubtedly outrageous, as is the rest of his firm, broad body that could easily squish you into smithereens and you’d let him gladly.

“Wow!” you exclaim, cursing yourself out in your head right after when your boyfriend smirks.

His soaked body is worthy of a museum exhibition; a real work of art.

Namjoon flexes jokingly but all it does is make you wetter as your greedy hands run over every inch of his torso. He welcomes you, his hands gripping your shirt to tug over your head. His lips meet yours and you lose yourself, not having a moment to be self-conscious as he kisses you while the two of you undress, only stopping to turn the shower on and get in.

Under the warm stream of the shower, you kiss in between smiles and soft laughs. Namjoon holds you to him, gently washing your hair for you while you do the same for him once he bows his head to make it easier.

Namjoon familiarizes himself with your body as you do with his, all your insecurities in the back of your mind as you focus on your Adonis of a boyfriend.

The both of you dry your bodies, kissing in between as you make your way to your bedroom. You do your best to dry your hair but soon you’re falling onto your bed with Namjoon on top, crowding you with his big body and you melt underneath.

“Just say the word and we can stop,” he says firmly.

“I don’t want to stop, Joonie,” you answer honestly as you lean up to kiss him again, hands weaving in his hair to pull him close as he kisses you back just as enthusiastically.

Namjoon is gentle with you. Takes his time to kiss every inch of you, his hands gripping you tight as you moan his name again and again. He settles between your legs, a thigh in each of his hands as he leans forward to press a kiss to each of your hips.

“My Crybaby,” he whispers as you sit up on your elbows and lock eyes with him. You nod, swallowing thickly, face heated as you realize just how aroused you’ve become.

Namjoon is eager to get a taste of you, his fingertips brushing against your wet folds and you sigh quietly, just loud enough for him to hear.

“All mine,” he smiles, his eyes never leaving yours as he goes down, flattening his tongue as he takes one long swipe along your dripping wet folds. “Fuck.”

“Namjoon,” you breathe.

Namjoon smiles before repeating his actions. He starts slowly, teasing you until you’re begging him for more as his tongue flicks against your clit and you’re gripping his hair.

He takes his time with you, learning about your body and encouraging you to be vocal about what you like and what you don’t. His plush lips plant kisses on your thighs, leaving his mark behind as he moves back to the center, your essence heavy on his tongue as his fingers circle your entrance before sinking in.

“Joon,” you gasp, fingers threaded in his hair. He growls, licking his lips as his fingers curl inside you. He watches you intently, loving how responsive you are to his touch. Your hips rise off the bed, rolling against him as his tongue circles your clit and you moan for him.

You’re driving him wild, whether you know it or not. He’s consumed by your moans, lust-drunk, and mind heady as his cock throbs. He can’t wait to be inside you, to stuff you full of his cock, and hear you crying out for him.

With a grunt of protest, you’re pulling Namjoon upward, his fingers slipping from between your legs as you pull him into a kiss. His moans are muffled against your lips, his tongue meeting yours to allow you a taste of your essence.

“Baby,” he breathes, his forehead pressed to yours. His large hand cups your cheek, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “My sweet Crybaby.”

“Kiss me,” you plead in a tone that makes Namjoon bite his bottom lip before he’s kissing you.

Melting into his kiss, you spread your legs for him, welcoming him between your thighs. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding him close to you as his chest meets yours and you’re consumed by the heat of his body.

Slowly, your hand slides between your bodies, wrapping around his hard cock. Your thumb brushes the head, collecting pre-cum to aid you as you stroke him. His low moans light a fire inside you, moaning when his lips press against yours hungrily.

“Fuck,” Namjoon curses, eyes shut tight as he focuses on your touch. He allows you to guide him between your legs, smirking when his cock brushes against your clit before he’s moving his hips.

“Joon!” You gasp when he pushes in. Your breath is caught in your throat, eyes wide as he sinks deeper.

Namjoon curses. His eyes are squeezed shut as he bites his plush bottom lip. Your hand moves to his shoulder, nails digging into the skin as he kisses you.

You spread your legs as far as they’ll go, moaning when he finally bottoms out. The delectable stretch leaves you breathless, biting back a moan as you squeeze your boyfriend's shoulder. Namjoon kisses you for a moment, soft and sweet as he holds you.

“Namjoon,” you say his name sweetly after a few moments, full of love as your hand caresses his cheek. He turns to kiss your wrist, smiling when you do.

“I need you,” you whisper.

Namjoon smirks. “You have me.”

“Ugh, you’re not gonna make this easy, huh?”

“Not even a little bit, Crybaby.” Namjoon nips at your wrist and you giggle, kissing his lips afterward.

“Please,” you beg, eyes soft as you raise your hips. Namjoon groans, feeling you clench around him and he gives in.

Namjoon pulls his hips back before he thrusts into you. You arch upward, not expecting the force of his hips. You moan, gripping his arms as Namjoon sets a satisfying pace that leaves you breathless and begging for more.

The bed squeaks as he fucks you, his moans filling the bedroom as he feels how warm and wet you feel. Your legs wrap around his hips, drawing him deeper as your mouths meet for a sloppy kiss that’s all teeth and tongues.

Your name escapes him in pants, his hair falling over his eyes and you’re quick to push it out of the way, your fingers threaded in the thick strands. You smirk when you tug at it, moaning when you’re rewarded with a growl and a nip of his teeth on your breast.

This is so much better than you ever imagined. Your heart is pounding against your ribcage like a drum. Your thighs are starting to shake and your sweet cries are growing louder and louder with each of his thrusts.

“Namjoon!”

“Fuck, Crybaby,” Joon curses again, kissing you hastily as he raises your hips upward to sit you on his thighs. He hits deeper now, your body nearly singing as he fucks you full of his cock. Your head spins and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you take the merciless pounding of his thick cock.

Fuck, you’re so in love with this man. So, so in love and finally being with him like this is better than anything you could have ever dreamed of. You love him, you do. He’s been your best friend, a source of comfort, and now your lover. He’s everything you've ever wanted and as your hand cups his face and you meet his gaze, you feel the familiar pinpricks of tears in the corner of your eyes.

Namjoon can see the shining in your eyes and for a moment he hesitates. You shake your head, urging him to keep going.

You probably should have warned your boyfriend, you were a crier, nay a sobber!

Namjoon didn't care one bit (after checking in), not when his hands were laced with yours, taking each of his thrusts like a welcome home present, moans filling the air, nails dragging down his back. Tears rolled down your cheeks, the pleasure overwhelming you as you writhed beneath him, nails digging into his skin as his teeth sunk into your skin.

Namjoon couldn't take more pleasure. Grunts, and groans escaping him as he fucked you, kissing each tear that escaped from your eyes. His chest filled with warmth and love, he felt towards you as he buried himself deeper. He snapped his hips harder, cursing and grunting as he fucked you, filling every inch of you as you melted beneath him with wanton cries of his name.

Your name escapes his lips in a grunt, his fingers lacing with yours, as you arch into him, legs pulling him closer.

“Joon!” You cry out, warning him of your orgasm, and he kisses you heatedly. Your hand grips his hair and you lose yourself beneath him, trembling as you fall over the edge. You clench around him, lips muffling his moans and curses as he rocks his hips a few more times before he’s releasing into you with a guttural groan that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Namjoon is breathless as he pulls out of you slowly, and cautiously. Almost afraid he’ll hurt you somehow.

You reach out for him, not wanting him too far away as your quivering thighs close. He chuckles, his large hands cupping your face as you sniffle.

“Sorry,” you laugh. “I guess I should have warned you. I didn’t think I’d cry.”

“Happy tears?” Namjoon asks softly as his thumbs wipe them away.

“Happy tears,” you confirm with a smile, face hot with embarrassment. “I guess I got a bit emotional. I’m sorry.”

Namjoon smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t apologize, Baby. I love you just the way you are.”

You blink, unsure if you’ve heard him correctly.

“You love me?”

Namjoon freezes, cheeks turning pink. Did he seriously just spill those three special words right now? This was not how he had imagined this going.

“I do,” he finally admits. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth as if he were trying to speak through a mouthful of molasses. “I love you. I didn’t mean for it to slip out like that.”

You giggle at his bashfulness, pulling him into a tight hug before covering his face in kisses. “Good, I love you too.”

“You do?” Namjoon asks surprised, as he looks down at you. You can feel the tears welling in your eyes as you nod, your throat suddenly burning as you try to keep from crying again.

Once was enough.

“I love you, Namjoon. When we first met, I thought you were going to be a dick,” you laugh when his jaw drops. “I did! But you easily worked your way into my heart and it’s rare for me to feel so at ease with someone and you’re my best friend. My comfort.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” Namjoon swallows thickly as he regains his composure.

You smile deviously. “Hey, that’s my job.”

Namjoon pokes your cheek. “That it is, Crybaby.”

You lace your fingers with your boyfriend’s, squeezing them as you press a kiss to his cheek.

“My Crybaby.”

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An Early Christmas Gift

Josh Kiszka x fem reader

I wrote this last night after editing Anyone just as a cute little stand alone thing so enjoy!

Mention of sex, reader being tied up/restrained MINORS DNI

“Wait you like that?”

You over at Joshua lying beside you and nod. “Yeah I mean I’d love to try that,” he’s silent now, biting his lower lip and just looking at you. You can try to read his eyes all you want but you still can’t seem to tell what he’s thinking.

“I’m sorry It’s just- I’ve never thought about doing it that way, you know tying you up. Me being the dominant one…” Joshua shrugs and you just giggle at how flustered this makes him, and lean back into the mattress. “Josh, we don’t have to do it I mean it’s definitely something I’m open to but it’s not a big deal.”

He doesn’t say another word about it, he only pulls you into his arms and presses his face into your shoulder before you drift off into sleep.

It isn’t until about a week later, Joshua goes along with Daniel to the mall to pick up some Christmas gifts when they pass by a sex shop. Josh doesn’t even look at the name of the shop, just stops in front of the open door and stares at the back wall covered in artificial body parts and different shaped leather garments.

Josh is by no means vanilla, in fact he loves letting you take control, ride him, and make him whine but this is something completely foreign to him.

He’s never really been very dominant in bed, always enjoying how sexy and ethereal a woman in the throws of ecstasy is but this opens a new door for him.

“Josh? You okay?” Daniel looks between one of his best friends and the inside of the sex shop. “Are you gonna go in there?” He asks casually and Josh shrugs and swallows hard. “I dunno if I should I mean-“ he’s silent for a while trying to come up with an excuse as to why he should (or shouldn’t) walk in there.

“Well hey, it can’t hurt to take a look right?” Daniel nudges his friend and walks past Joshua into the sex shop.

For you. It’s all for you. He takes a deep breath and. Follows his best friend into the shop like a lost puppy, too afraid to be separated and risk seeing something that might ruin him forever.

“Hey guys! Welcome in, but before you shop around can I look at your guys’ ID’s?” The kid behind the counter calls out and Daniel smiles, walking right up and pulling out his ID. Josh stumbles behind and does the same.

“Do you two need help finding anything?” Daniel shrugs nonchalantly and looks over at Joshua, amused at his friend’s anxious aura. “I’m just looking but I think Josh here might have something specific in mind,” Danny says and elbows Josh who shrugs. “Uh yeah…” he looks between Daniel and the kid behind the counter and a look of realization crosses Danny’s features. “Oh! Yeah I’ll go look around while you Uh… talk,” Daniel saunters off in the direction of the edible panties and chuckles under his breath. As soon as Daniel’s out of earshot, Josh leans forward.

“My girlfriend she… she recently expressed to me that she may enjoy being tied up,” Josh nearly choked on his own saliva while saying it and he looks over his shoulders to make sure nobody can overhear him. The employee chuckles and nods. “Oh dude, that’s no big deal, we’ve got all kinds of ropes, collars, harnesses, and handcuffs, let me lead you over there,” he says and Josh follows the kid whose name tag says Zack towards the aisle at the other end of the store. “Is it your guys’ first time trying this?” He asks and Josh nods. “You may want to just start with handcuffs, these fuzzy ones are good because they won’t scratch up her wrists…” the image of your wrists in the pink fuzzy handcuffs that Zack hands him makes Josh feel dizzy all of a sudden.

“And if you want to go a step further, this rope is actually meant for skin,” he pulls out a wad of soft rope and hands that to Joshua as well. “It’s not that itchy abrasive shit, it’s better and it’s thick so it will be easy and quick to untie,” he says and Josh nods along, head fuzzy with all these images of you tied up in his bed.

Poor Joshua can feel his pants tightening but he pretends to ignore it as Zack continues on. “Anything else you’re thinking about getting?” He asks and Joshua’s eyes narrow on a pair of tiny pink thimble shaped plastic pieces in a clear plastic package.

“Nipple clamps?”

Zack nods. “Yeah these are beginner ones, they’re gentle but they use suction to stimulate the nipples,” he explains and Josh grabs them without a second thought. “Okay, I think I’ll get these too and that’s all,” Josh says and Zack leads him back over to the counter and checks him out. “So Christmas gift?” Zack asks as he places each item in a discreet, brown paper bag. “Yeah something like that, she deserves it she’s too sweet for me,” Josh says and Zack nods and hands him the bag. “Well, here you go, man. Good luck with those,” Joshua chuckles and nods. “Thank you,” as soon as he walks out, he sees Daniel with a brown paper bag as well. “Looks like we’ll both be lucky then?” Danny says and chuckles and Josh nods.

Josh thankfully gets home before you’re home from work and he hides the paper bag in his music room in one of the desk drawers before starting to cook you dinner.

Another week later and he decides he can no longer wait until Christmas. It’s been a week since Joshua has touched you, a week since you’ve felt him and it’s killing you, he’s turned down every single advance for a week.

It’s. So unusual for that man to ever stop thinking about sex so for you it’s one of two things 1, He’s hiding something from you, something that makes him feel guilty enough to turn down sex or 2, He’s about to break up with you.

Either way it’s not good so you decide to sit him down and get it over with.

“Joshua, I just want to talk about something, we haven’t had sex in a week and I know a week isn’t that long for most people but for us, it’s an eternity,” Josh nods, reaching out and holding your hands. “Please don’t think I don’t want to it’s just- This is going to sound dumb,” I shake my head. “Please it’s killing me to not know,” I say and he nods in defeat. “Well, mama I bought you something for Christmas and I was going to wait until then for us to use it but I suppose it can’t wait,” Josh gets up and leaves the living room and you remain seated and confused.

Are you supposed to follow him?

You remain seated anxiously until he comes back only seconds later with a brown paper bag. “Open it,” he hands It to you and you look inside to see the rope, pink fuzzy hand cuffs and nipple clamps.

“Woah this is not what I was expecting,” you say with a chuckle and pull all of them out. “Is this about what I said a couple weeks ago?” He nods and you feel yourself nearly burst at how cute he is. “You really want to try this with me?” Joshua nods eagerly. “I want to at least try it and see how it feels. Plus, ever since I bought this stuff I’ve been thinking about it nonstop and it’s beginning to drive me mad,” he says and you giggle. “Oh yeah?”

Joshua slowly nods and leans forward capturing your lips with his.

[kurosukii]

𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

pairing: matsukawa issei x f!reader

summary: you’re so glad that you married a loving and doting man who cares for your child as if she’s his own flesh and blood; you just didn’t expect that his son would take a certain liking to you as well...

genre: smut, stepcest au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, pseudoincest (stepcest), somnophilia, dubcon cheating, milf reader, use of ‘mommy’ (not in the femdom way), creepy and possessive issei, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, body image issues, corruption, manipulation, panty sniffing, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, spitting, degradation, praise, size kink, breeding kink, biting, nipple play, oral (f receiving), humping, cockwarming, cumplay, creampie, overstimulation, mating press, doggy style

word count: 6.4k

author’s note: for @karasunosimp‘s it’s raining milk collab! thank you for letting me join! hehe so it’s another stepcest au,,, also i’ve already written for 3/4 of the seijoh four EEK (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

° thank you to @meiansmistress @ssrated1volleyballplayer @bokuroskitten @anime-nymph for beta-reading and editing! <33

[11:53 AM]

“have fun at the amusement park! stay safe and always listen to your dad, okay?” you say sweetly to your jumping daughter.

you giggle at her excitement, your heart and cheeks warming when you see her eyes twinkling with unbridled joy as she holds her stepdad’s finger with her entire hand.

“bye mommy! i’ll see you later when we get back! have fun with nii-chan!” she answers loudly, squealing when your husband picks her up and twirls her around as they walk down the path to the car.

you wave them off, returning inside and closing the door with a click. you wince at the sound, louder now that your daughter’s giggles and squeals are gone.

meanwhile, issei leans against the wall with his thick arms crossed as he shamelessly looks you over from head to toe. he slowly licks his bottom lip, clearly liking what he sees.

you’re now hyper aware of your bare nipples brushing against the fabric of your shirt, and paired with the flimsy linen shorts you’re wearing, the room definitely feels hotter with the sexual tension that’s permeating the air

sexual tension that you’ve been blatantly ignoring ever since you married into the matsukawa household.

“why are you always so nervous around me, mommy?” issei asks, feigning innocence. his eyes twinkle and lips stretch into a smirk when he sees your breath hitch.

you don’t bother to grace him with an answer, heavy lump forming in your throat as you speed walk past him and into the kitchen.

he chuckles at your reaction and pushes himself off the wall, following you as his eyes watch your swaying hips. issei is hungry and it has more to do with the woman in front of him rather than the steaming plate of food on the table.

after you’re done fixing up the table and finally take a seat, you pray to any higher being within earshot to ask for strength in dealing with your wayward stepson.

you really don’t like being alone with him and it’s not because you don’t want to be around him. it’s because you’re afraid of what he might do to you.

you weren’t born yesterday and you’ve lived a long enough life to know when a man is looking at you like he wants to spread your legs and pound you until you’re a writhing mess underneath him.

because that’s how issei looks at you and he’s not ashamed about it either. it genuinely shocks you because his father—your husband—can be in the room and issei will still undress you with his eyes.

you thought you were being delusional at first, ashamed at how you secretly accused your husband’s son of leering at and having inappropriate thoughts about you.

it turned out that you weren’t wrong, however, because you came home one afternoon to get something you left, expecting that no one would be there so imagine your shock when you passed by issei’s slightly opened door and heard him pleasuring himself.

you were about to run back downstairs until you heard him groan your name as he was stroking his cock. you choked out a gasp as you stood by his door. he was naked, tanned body glistening with sweat as he fucked his hand.

you couldn’t help but gape at his thick and long cock—bigger than your husband’s, as much as you were ashamed to admit—and you watched him for a few minutes, panties drenched with how much slick and pre-cum was leaking out of issei’s, for lack of a better word, horsecock.

your face burned when his hips jerked and he sprayed his cum all over himself, moaning your name long and hard as his body twitched from the stimulation.

needless to say, you went back to work with soiled panties and a hot face, not knowing that watching issei masturbate to the thought of you would be the turning point that led to the taboo relationship with your stepson.

the sound of utensils falling and clanging break you from your memories; your face burns at being caught red handed and you squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

issei apologizes for the disturbance and continues eating, never failing to wink every time you glance at him. he knows the effect he has on you and he relishes in it, teasing his stepmom endlessly.

he can’t wait to expose you for the little whore you actually are, and what better than to seize the opportunity of the both of you having the house all to yourselves?

“your little one and my dad are out bonding in the amusement park and i know for sure that they’ll be there all the way into the night,” he says, setting down his utensils and wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

the movement of his hands causes the many rings on his fingers to reflect against the light and he looks at you from under his thick lashes, brown eyes smoldering with shameless desire.

“so why don’t we do some bonding too?” he asks and chuckles when you choke on your food. he reaches for your cup of water and hands it to you, thick and ring-clad fingers brushing against yours as you take it from him.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, mommy?” he whispers, his voice raspy and deep. you shiver at his sensual tone, fingers gripping the cup hard. you clear your throat loudly after swallowing, willing yourself to ignore his advances and innuendos.

“i’m tired, issei. i’m going to take a nap after eating,” you say sternly, glaring when he seems not to take you seriously. he laughs lowly, letting out an okay, whatever you say, before standing up and stretching.

your cheeks warm when he groans, similar to the one you heard before, and you jump out of your chair and begin to gather all the plates and leftover food.

“let me clean up, hmm? you did all the cooking and prepping. ” issei stops you with a large hand on your forearm. his skin is hot to the touch but his rings feel cool, the juxtaposition making you lightheaded.

he’s breathing down on you, large body covering yours while his intoxicating scent invades your senses. you shake your head and mumble out a garbled ‘thank you’ before you leave the kitchen and issei, practically sprinting up the stairs and towards the room you share with your husband.

you close the door once you’re inside, breathing heavily as you hear your heartbeat in your ears. damn him, you growl in your head. you ought to give him an earful about personal spaces and appropriate manners.

you sigh loudly as you walk to the dresser, intent on changing into your silky nightgown for your midday nap. you wear the garment to help you feel attractive, despite your age and changed body. you remove your shirt over your head and shiver when you see how hard and pebbled your nipples are.

even though your mind refuses to succumb to issei, your body is a whole different story. you wince when you remove your shorts and feel the dampness in your panties, making shame and guilt course through you as you put on your nightgown.

of all the people in the world, only your husband should make you feel this way. no one else, and certainly not his son. what would he think of you? what would your daughter think of you?

fuck, why are you even allowing yourself to think like this?

you know that if you ask issei to stop acting inappropriately towards you, he would listen—wouldn’t he?

you know the reason why you allowed this whole forbidden staring and teasing to go on for so long was because you felt lonely. which angers you, because you have a loving husband and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

but he didn’t exactly make you feel desired. sure, you’ve been intimate with him but he didn’t look at you the way you want to be looked at—like you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen. you feel ashamed, as if all the attention and love your husband gives means nothing to you.

as someone who has gone through major bodily changes, the ugly face  of insecurity easily rears its head when you look at yourself in the mirror—but that doesn’t mean you regret having your daughter, not at all.

it’s just one of those things that has been ingrained in you and you find it hard to escape. which is why whenever issei looks at you with hungry eyes, you can’t help but feel wanted, desired.

it’s as if he doesn’t care about the extra weight you put on or the stretch marks on your body—no, he doesn’t care about any of that. you wouldn’t have believed it if it weren’t for his incessant teasing and the fact that he masturbates to the thought of you.

but you know it’s wrong, that it can never be. you sigh dejectedly as you lie down on the soft and cold bed, staring up at the ceiling. you have to talk to issei about this whole game and tell him to stop it before his father finds out.

and issei’s molten brown eyes are the last thing you think of before you finally close your eyes.

issei hums as he wipes his hands on the towel, looking in the direction you ran off. he smirks to himself as he puts back on his rings, body brimming with excitement and desire. time to pay you a visit.

he walks up the stairs, footsteps loud in the quiet house. he finds himself right in front of your door and leans his ear on the wood. he’s met with silence as he slowly turns the knob and enters the dimly lit room.

his eyes immediately find your sleeping form and he feels his cock stir in his pants, making the fabric tighten around his crotch.

fuck, you’re so god-damn beautiful.

long legs carry him over to you. he puts one knee on the bed, making it dip as his long fingers caress your cheek. his rings complement your complexion, his thumb and index finger lightly squeezing your parted lips.

he watches in fascination as your eyelashes flutter against your cheek and his cock twitches again when he hears your little whimper as he plays with your slightly damp lips.

his fingers continue their ministrations as his sharp eyes travel down your form, smirking when he sees your nipples poking through the silky fabric. to his delight, he notices your nightgown riding up your body, revealing the frilly white cloth of your panties.

he groans softly as his cock hardens and the bed dips even more as he puts his whole weight on it. he stops his movements on your face and maneuvers himself until his large body is over you.

his eyes burn holes through your panties and his breathing becomes heavier. god, he knows it’s wrong to touch and feel you up while you’re sleeping, but you’re so fucking breathtaking and he can’t help himself. after all, he’s been waiting for an opportunity like this to happen.

there’s a slight tremor in his hands as they hover over the exposed skin of your thighs. he lays them gently on your skin and he groans lowly in his throat. fuck, you’re so smooth and soft.

he squeezes them a few times before he gently pries your legs open, watching your reaction carefully in case you wake up. your breaths are still even and he takes that as a signal to spread your legs wider, raising them until your feet are planted on the bed.

he bites his lower lip to stifle his groan once he sees the wet patch on the center of your frilly panties. you’re such a fucking whore and he knows that it’s for him and only him.

he positions his body until he’s lying on his stomach, slightly rutting the bed to relieve the tension in  his cock. his head moves between your legs, directly in front of your heated and covered pussy.

you stir slightly when you feel a breeze on your exposed skin, making issei stiffen. you settle down and he sighs in relief, thinking fuck it before he inhales the scent of your arousal.

he growls lowly in his throat at your smell, sticking out his tongue and licking a long and wet stripe up your covered slit. you moan softly, but that doesn’t deter issei from groaning into your cunt.

he raises his body and sits up on his haunches, hooking his fingers in  the waistband of your panties. he slowly pulls them down and his eyes practically glow as he sees your bare pussy for the first time.

his throbbing cock twitches when he sees a string of slick connecting your cunt to your panties. he gently lifts your hips and stretches your legs so he can remove the soiled underwear, watching your sleeping face carefully before positioning your legs again.

he knows he’s a disgusting man, but what can he do when you’re offering yourself up so sweetly to him?

he bunches the fabric in his hand, ringed fingers making an indent on the cotton as he brings it up to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhales deeply.

he growls at your fresh scent, his body tensing at the new wave of arousal that drenched your panties. he watches as you squirm and move around, rubbing your thighs together as you whimper quietly in your sleep.

his eyes flash. is his naughty stepmom having a wet dream? that explains why your panties feel wetter in his hand...

well, issei is nothing but a man who makes women’s dreams come true, and it just so happens that you’ve captured his attention—and quite frankly, his dick.

he throws your panties to the floor after a few more sniffs and quickly dives back between your legs. he’s up close to your naked pussy, pupils blown wide as he stares at your hole that’s clenching around nothing.

you’re wet but not wet enough by his standards, so he gathers all the saliva he has in his mouth and parts your folds with two thick fingers. he spits on your cunt, the  little sound coursing through the quiet room.

he watches intently as the globule of spit slides down your lower lips and you shiver, moaning at the cold feeling between your legs. you squirm more as your mind gets filled with a certain haziness, unable to distinguish what’s real and what’s a dream.

throwing caution out the window, issei wastes no time and finds your clit, suckling it into the damp heat of his mouth. he groans at the taste of your pussy, his hips rutting the bed once more.

the vibrations from his lips make you moan loudly and arch into issei’s mouth. your eyes are squeezed tightly as you thrash around the bed, making you instinctively close your legs, squeezing issei’s head between them.

his hands grab your thighs, the cold rings on his fingers digging into your skin as he pries them open. he shakes his head with your clit in his mouth, making you cry out and tremble.

god, your dream feels so fucking real. you’ve never felt pleasure like this before and you love it. your fingers grip the sheets as you involuntarily roll your hips, following the motions of issei’s tongue and lips.

his chin is drenched with his saliva and your juices as the bed creaks from the rutting of his hips. frankly, he doesn’t care how loud and sloppy he’s being if it means you’re this responsive.

issei lets go of one thigh and moves his arm under him while his mouth continues to suck and lick your clit. he watches through his lashes as your chest rises and falls quickly, cute moans falling from your mouth.

the silk of your nightgown is dark with how heated your body is, your sweat dampening the fabric. your nipples are so hard that they’re poking through the garment.

his tongue flicks against your puffy clit as he slowly inserts two fingers—the ones that aren’t adorned with rings—into your leaking cunt.

the feeling of his long fingers inside your pussy makes you cry out and your toes curl from the full feeling. the new stimulation and volume of your pleasured sounds awakens you, your foggy eyes wide and confused.

you’re still groggy when you sit up and lean on your hands, your mind processing what’s happening when you realize that it wasn’t a dream at all.

no, it’s real and issei’s really between your legs, lapping away and fingering your aching pussy. your mind clears and you choke out a gasp in between your moans as you watch him in shock.

issei watches the emotions cross your face the whole time and his chest puffs out, his ego rising knowing that he’s the one doing this to you.

your frantic eyes meet his and he winks slyly. you tug at his hair ready to pull his head and mouth off of you because this is so wrong, but he beats you to it. his tongue swirls and flicks faster at your pulsing bud, his fingers increasing their thrusting.

now that you’re awake, he doesn’t have to care about his volume anymore so he lets out loud groans and grunts, the vibrations reverberating through you and making your pussy tingle.

“issei, t-this is wrong! s-top! stop!” you beg, voice immediately turning into a loud moan when he ignores you and bobs his head faster.

he moans to himself, knowing that your body is betraying you because although you’re begging him to stop, your hand is tugging his hair as you desperately fuck his face and fingers.

you taste so good that he can’t stop even if he wanted to.

“i-i mean it! get off—oh my god!” you scream when he gives your clit a hard suck. coupled with the squelching sounds and speed of his thrusting fingers, you cum all over his mouth.

you breathe heavily, face flushed and blissed out as you watch issei kiss your inner thighs before rising between your legs.

his mouth and chin are glistening with your cum and his pink tongue darts out to lick his lips clean of your juices, groaning as he meets your eyes.

you notice the dark patch on his crotch and your cheeks flame when you realize that he came the same time as you, but that doesn’t ease your worries because his cock is still hard and twitching.

once you regain some of your bearings, you realize what exactly just occurred and you let out a little scream as you try to scramble away from issei, shame filling your body.

he doesn’t let you get away from him, however, because he immediately pushes you on your back and crashes his swollen lips to yours.

you yelp at the sudden movement and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, grinding his hard cock on your wet and leaking pussy, further drenching the fabric of his pants.

you taste your essence as he massages his tongue with yours. you moan, tugging at his messy curly hair, trying and failing to pull him off you.

his hands find purchase on your thighs and he squeezes them, making you shiver at his cold rings. you whimper when he wraps your legs around his waist, grinding into you with a force harder than before.

your saliva mixes with his as the lewd clicking sounds of your mouths fill your ears. issei grinds on you one last time before he lifts his head from yours, lips separating with a trail of spit connecting them.

satisfied with kissing you, he stares at your face, gaze smoldering. you try to push him off you, but to no avail. he only tightens your legs around his waist as you struggle against him.

you suck in a breath as you feel the heat of his cock directly on your naked pussy. issei smirks lazily at you, tutting at you as if you’re inconveniencing him. your hands tug at his hair more, desperately trying to anchor yourself.

“if i had known your pussy tastes that sweet, my face would stay buried between your legs for the rest of my days,” he says suavely, his tongue darting out and licking his lips as he looks at yours.

you moan softly at his words and you’re now keenly aware of your nightgown sticking to your skin, making you uncomfortable as your nipples brush against the sweaty fabric. issei notices your discomfort and clicks his tongue.

“i think you’ve been hiding your pretty tits from me for far too long,” he whispers, his hot breath caressing your face. his hands move from your thighs and his fingers hook under the straps of your nightgown.

you shiver underneath him as his hands remove the sweaty fabric from your body, ring-clad fingers ghosting the sensitive skin of your arms.

you whine in distress as issei discards your nightgown somewhere behind him. you’ve never felt so exposed, your bare and glistening body being scrutinised by his dark eyes.

your insecurities start to get the better of you and you move your arms to cover your breasts and mound. issei stops you, large hands putting your arms back to your side.

“don’t hide from me, baby,” he whispers, his head dipping as he kisses the crook of your neck. his hands go to your chest and he palms both of your aching tits, squeezing and kneadingthe soft skin.

you moan, arching into the warm and cool feeling of his fingers. issei continues sucking and leaving marks on the skin of your neck as he whispers his thoughts.

“i know my dad doesn’t fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked,” he claims, making you squirm under his body that’s still clothed.

shame momentarily disappearing, you claw at his shirt and pants. he chuckles at your impatience and his hands leave your breasts for a moment, removing his shirt in record time.

he gets off the bed and makes quick work of his pants, kicking them off and quickly returning to the bed—to you. he didn’t give you the chance to look at his hard cock—not that you needed to anyway, because you already know what it looks like.

you yelp when issei puts his arms around you and settles you down on his lap, giving you a clear view of his cock that’s bobbing against his defined abdomen.

you gulp, nervousness filling your body as you stare at his large cock. seeing it up close is absolutely different—it’s longer and thicker than any other dick you’ve ever seen.

issei’s ego rises as he watches you. he’s always been proud of his size but seeing you? the object of his and his dick’s affections sitting on his lap? well, that’s enough to boost any man’s ego.

“see what you do to me?” he asks, guiding your hand to his throbbing cock. you whimper when you hold his shaft, your hand barely wrapping around him. issei hisses at the feeling of your soft hand touching his sensitive skin.

“you’re so fucking sexy and i can’t stop thinking about how you’d look like bouncing on my cock,” he admits, urging you to stroke his dick faster.

you slowly pump his shaft and moan when you feel his fingers—the same ones from before—find your swollen clit, slowly circling the pulsing bud. your free hand squeezes his shoulder as his fingers move faster.

you squeal when he inserts two fingers inside your cunt, making your hand squeeze his cock. he groans in at the stimulation, making his abs clench.

“i-ssei!” you whine, head thrown back as he pumps his fingers into you faster. the squelching sounds of his fingers scissoring your insides causes a knot to slowly form at the pit of your stomach.

“gotta prep this pussy more, baby,” he says breathlessly, watching your slack-jawed face as you stroke and twist his cock.

“still so fucking tight, can’t wait to sink into you,” he grunts, moving your body so he can get a better angle at your g-spot.

“bet i can fuck you better than my dad ever will, mommy,” he growls, curling his fingers inside of you as he ends his sentence. you lurch forward and cry out, eyes fluttering at the pleasure.

“see? you want my cock—shit—so badly, huh? look at how your hand is squeezing and s-stroking me, fuck,” he stutters, feeling his orgasm approach. his free hand squeezes your hip, keeping your balance.

you shake your head frantically at his statement, still not admitting that you want this, want him.

“stop fighting it. i know you want me as much as i want you,” he grates, curling his fingers again and making you wail at the pleasure. your fingers twist and pump his cock, pre-cum leak from the tip. your hand feels warm and slick as you continue to jerk issei’s shaft.

“gonna cum baby, cum with me,” he whispers into your skin, breaths heavy as the slick sounds of your fluids fill the room.

your body is trembling and you know you’re nearing your orgasm once more. you bury your face in the crook of his neck, moans and whimpers falling from your lips.

“c-cumming, issei!” you scream when his thumb circles your clit just as he curls his fingers again inside your tight pussy, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

he follows after you, hot spurts of his cum staining your hand and arm. he groans and throws his head back as he feels the heat of his essence coat his abs and thighs.

he removes his fingers from your cunt and gently pushes you back on the bed. you yelp when issei grabs the back of your thighs and pushes them to your chest, folding your body in half.

“i’m going to fuck you until all you and i can hear in this house are your cute and sexy moans,” he growls, spreading your legs and baring your clenching hole to his dark eyes.

his cock bobs as he moves forward and he takes hold of his shaft, one long vein on the underside. he taps it a few times on your clit, making you whine and close your eyes.

you take a deep breath as he inserts the tip, body shaking as his large cock goes inside of you, inch by inch.

you open your eyes and claw at his arms when the stretch starts to become uncomfortable. you look down and gasp, eyes wide as you have a clear view of his fat cock splitting you.

“god, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, squeezing your thighs as he slowly bottoms out.

“you’re so big, issei,” you moan, leaning your head back on the pillow as your eyes flutter at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls.

“mhmm, big enough to fuck you the way you want to be fucked, mommy,” he chuckles then groans when your cunt squeezes around him.

“fuck—do you like it when i call you mommy?” he growls when your tight walls clamp down on him again. you shake your head, a futile attempt in proving him wrong.

“who knew my mommy is so kinky,” he mocks you and before you can even reprimand him, his entire length bottoms out in one swift thrust.

“issei! fuck!” you scream, scratching his forearms as your back arches, toes curling at the sudden thrust.

you feel so fucking full. of all the cocks you’ve taken, issei’s definitely tops the list. you can feel every part of him, from the single vein to the throbbing of his length.

he groans loudly, squeezing your thighs so hard that his rings will definitely leave bruises later. he fights to controls himself, willing not to cum at the feeling of your pussy finally enveloping him.

he sucks in a breath and leans his forehead against yours, pulling out slowly, leaving only the tip of his cock inside your pussy. you whine at the loss, missing the way he stretches you.

he thrusts back in, bottoming out as his tip teases the entrance of your cervix. you cry out in both pain and pleasure, still trying to adjust to his size.

he stays still inside of you for a few seconds before he places his hands on the bed, your calves resting on his upper arms. he starts thrusting, moving in and out of your cunt.

you mumble incoherently, breasts bouncing with each thrust issei makes. you grab both of his wrists, squeezing them as the sounds of your skin meeting his fill your ears.

issei groans and hisses, panting heavily as he pounds your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. he leans down to your ear, licking the sensitive skin and making your shaking body tremble even more as you whine.

“bet you’re happy now, huh?” he whispers in between his groans, biting your earlobe.

“w-what do you—oh my god, issei!” you stutter, but then he fucks you harder and faster, making you keen and arch your back. he makes your body contort into positions you’ve never been in before—until now.

“do you think you’re quiet when you touch yourself during your late night showers?” he asks you in a condescending manner, smirking when you whine at his statement.

“i can fucking hear you when i go to the kitchen. you’re such a slut. moaning your stepson’s name, imagining that he’s the one who’s touching your pussy,” he growls as he buries his head in your neck, his hot breaths fanning your skin.

“but i guess i don’t have the right to talk, huh? i fuck my fist every night and imagine it’s your tight cunt wrapped around me,” he finishes, nipping away at your skin before his hands return the back of your sweaty thighs.

he slaps them, in sync with his thrusts, making you wince at the metal of his rings. your shaking arms reach for your ankles, setting everything on display for issei.

you’re loudly chanting his name like a prayer, pleasure running through every nerve in your body. for the first time in your life, you’re actually enjoying getting fucked silly—never mind that it’s your stepson who’s making you moan like a pornstar.

his thrusts are heavy and deep as he slowly toys with your clit and you jerk when his fingers draw circles on the aching bud. your body’s trembling harder than before, loud moans and whines falling from your open mouth as drool seeps from the corners.

“i-i’m gonna cum, issei!” you squeal as the sound of the headboard hitting the wall and the squelching noises coming from your pussy make the pit in your stomach slowly tip over.

“cum, baby. cum all over my fat cock,” he whines, throwing his head back as he jackhammers into you, his cock throbbing and his balls tightening as he prepares to empty himself inside of you.

“c-cumming i-issei! fuck!” you scream, your hands squeezing your ankles as your legs shake from your intense orgasm. your cunt is practically suffocating issei’s cock, making his hips jerk and stop.

his mouth falls open into a loud and heavy groan as he spills his hot and sticky cum inside of you. there’s so much cum that it leaks out of you and around his cock as it drips down to the drenched sheets below your bodies.

you finally set your shaking legs down as your trembling body aches from your folded position. issei falls on top of you, elbows on the bed as his sweaty face is smothered by your breasts.

his cock is still inside of you, twitching as more cum spills inside of your soiled pussy. your heavy breaths fill the cool air of the room as you recover, feeling disgusting at all sweat and cum on and in your body.

issei lifts himself off of you and pulls out of your cunt, making you both sigh and groan at the drag of his cock. your mixed fluids immediately trickle out of your pussy and you moan at the thick feeling.

issei furrows his brows as his fingers scoop his cum and quickly pushes it back. you whine as the tips of his fingers tease your hole, squirming away from him as your clit throbs from the overstimulation.

you’re kind of expecting him to roll over you and lie down but he shocks you—it’s evident with the way you yelp when flips your body over to your stomach, his large hands raising your hips until you’re kneeling on the sheets.

“i can’t fucking get enough of you, baby,”  he says breathlessly, chest still heaving at the previous round. but it’s true, he really can’t get enough of you—not when he knows the taste and feel of your pussy.

“i-issei, i-i can’t,” you whine when he holds his cock and hovers before your dripping cunt. he doesn’t pay any heed to your whimpers, mostly because he knows you still want more of this, more of him.

“you say that but your pussy is telling me a different story,” he smirks and you can hear the condescension in his voice as his thumb rubs the sweaty skin of your hips.

he doesn’t give you any time to reply because he quickly sinks into you, your mouth falling open into a loud moan as his fat cock stretches you open once more.

fuck, even if you’ve already taken him, the stretch and ache still feels the same. he’s so fucking big that you know you won’t ever get used to his size, no matter how many times he fucks you.

he doesn’t waste any time and starts rolling his hips, his thighs loudly slapping against your ass. he hisses as one of his hands lie flat on your back, pushing it down to form a deeper arch.

“i know you saw me jerking off. did you like the show i put on for you, mommy?” he growls, his other hand gripping the back of your neck and smothering your face on the sweat-stained sheets.

you moan into the fabric when you hear the mocking endearment, your drool mixing with all the other fluids. your fingers bunch the sheets between them  as the loud creaking and thumping of the bed fill your ears.

“i came so hard because i knew you were watching me work my cock,” he groans, thrusting hard and deep. your cunt squeezes his cock when you remember that afternoon. so all this time? he was shamelessly coaxing you towards him?

you huff, pride slightly damaged when you hear his admission. you’ll show him that he’s not the only one who can fuck like an animal.

you whimper when you spread your knees—which is a feat in itself because issei’s thrusts practically send your body flying forward. you moan when he hits your sweet spot, making tingles run down your spine.

you start meeting his thrusts, no longer letting him do all the pulling and jostling. his eyes flash when he realizes what you’re doing, which only encourages him to fuck you harder.

his hands palm your jiggling ass, leaving marks on your soft skin. you leave your head buried in the sheets, the sheets, stifling your moans and whines because if you don’t, —you’ll definitely make the walls shake with how loud you are.

“yeah that’s a good girl. fuck yourself on my cock, come on,” he coaxes you, deep voice raspy as his own body trembles at the pleasure of your walls clamping down on his cock.

“fuck—look at how your slutty cunt is taking me,” he growls when you roll your hips, the angle sending new waves of pleasure to the both of you.

“god, i wanna fuck you in front of my dad just so he knows that your pussy belongs to me,” he hisses, holding your hips as he takes control of the pace again.

his thrusts become sloppy and erratic, the loud slapping of skin a constant symphony as he maintains the fast pace. you turn your head to the side and breathe deeply, choking out a moan as he continuously hits your g-spot.

“want me to make you a mommy again? get your belly all swollen and round with my kid?” he says, voice shaking as his heavy balls slap against your skin. he’s close, he can feel it.

you’re close too, just a few more deep and hard thrusts and you’ll gush around his cock again. issei leans over your body, his chest covering the entire expanse of your sweaty back.

you squeal when your knees drop and you fall flat on the bed, your entire front rubbing against the sheets. you whimper shakily when your nipples brush against the soft fabric, the extra stimulation making your body jerk back against issei’s thrusting cock.

“issei! g-gonna c-cum a-again!” you squeal, voice shaking from how raw your throat feels. your moans increase in pitch and volume the nearer you get to your orgasm.

“fuck, your pussy feels like heaven!” issei groans, his own voice increasing in pitch and volume as well as he reaches his limit. you feel his cock swell and throb before thick and hot spurts of his cum coat your clenching walls.

“issei—oh my god!” you wail, cumming at the same time as him. your mouth stays open in a silent scream as you close your eyes tightly, cunt spasming as you drench his cock with your essence.

you wince when you feel the squelching of your mixed juices as issei rolls to his side, bringing you with him. both of you are quivering with pleasure and overstimulation, breathing heavy with your chests rising and falling rapidly.

his cock finally softens inside of you, clearly spent for the day. more cum falls out of your pussy, staining your sweaty bodies even more.

his parted lips find your neck, sucking and licking away at glistening skin. you whine, tilting your head, exposing more skin for him to mark.

you sigh tiredly, exhaustion finally catching up to you. you don’t really care that you’re dirty and soiled with sweat and cum—or the fact that issei’s dick is still inside of you. you just want to rest.

your eyes droop, ready to fall asleep enveloped in issei’s warm chest and arms, along with the wandering of his soft lips on your neck—until you hear a very familiar voice shout from downstairs, loud footsteps running up the stairs.

“honey! issei! we’re finally home!”

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A Favor: Part Twenty-Nine

Nessian Modern AU

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a/n: not an ending, but a middle.

this chapter was ridiculously difficult to write and edit. it tops out at 7.5k words so… beware

***

Cassian and Nesta make full use of the summer house without his friends there, making love on every other surface just because they’re all alone and they can. Nesta shows a soft spot in particular for having sex in Cassian’s old bed, proving to him that she can be just as sentimental as he is.

Which is how they end up sprawled naked on the living room floor early the next morning, fast asleep in each other’s arms with nothing but a throw blanket to cover them.

Cassian is woken up by the sound of the front door being flung open, followed promptly by a feminine yelp as the intruder catches sight of the tangled couple in the living room. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

Cassian whips his head up to find who interrupted his sleep, and his nostrils flare in shock when he sees Mor at the entryway. He carefully but swiftly moves his arm out from under Nesta’s head and replaces it with a nearby pillow before starting to stand up. “What the hell are you doing—”

“Fuck no, I can see your ass—No, now I can see your dick!” Mor squeals in disgust, promptly spinning around and clapping her hands over her eyes like she can burn the image out of her mind.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” Cassian whisper-hisses at her, throwing a worried glance at Nesta’s still sleeping form. She doesn’t shift an inch.

Scooping up his flannel sleep pants from the floor, Cassian pulls them on while Mor makes gagging noises with her back to him.

Spying a pair of underwear flung over the arm of a chair, she bends to pick them up with two pinched fingers and turns to face Cassian, who’s now appropriately covered. Heavy judgment wrinkles her nose as she casts a glance to the owner of the panties, then to Cassian. “Granny panties, Cass? Is this what your sex life has been reduced to?”

“Don’t touch Nesta’s underwear.” He stalks over to Mor and snatches them out of her hand, before grabbing her by the elbow and dragging her off into the kitchen.

She shakes him off once they’re out of earshot from Nesta and takes a seat across from him at the wooden breakfast table. She brushes her golden hair over a shoulder and smirks. “Someone’s been having fun on their own while waiting for the rest of the party to arrive.”

“What are you doing here?” Cassian repeats.

Mor waves a languid hand dismissively. “I ended up taking a commercial flight. I wasn’t a fan of being stuck on the same private plane as Az and Elain.”

Cassian blows out a tight breath, wishing he’d at least gotten some warning before his plans for the day were ruined. Plans that included taking Nesta in the lake before breakfast.

“But seriously,” Mor glances over her shoulder in the direction of the living room, “what’s up with the prude panties? I thought you would’ve thawed that ice pussy by n…” She trails off at the look on Cassian’s face, and a glimpse of fear crosses her own face. She forces a nervous laugh and twists her fingers together. “I suddenly remember making a promise a while ago,” she murmurs while staring down at the table.

“It’s a good thing you remember,” Cassian says stoically, “because I was just about to bring it up.”

“I know, I know, no criticizing your girlfriend.” Mor rolls her eyes.

“It’s about a lot more than that,” he grits. “It’s about how you’re only wary of her because you don’t trust me to choose who I give my love to. It’s about how you don’t respect my decision enough to maintain boundaries when you talk about Nesta.”

For once, Mor looks put off her game. “I never meant it like that,” she tries to say.

“That’s what it looks like,” Cassian retorts. “It looks like you’re judging someone you have no right to judge, like you’re trying to protect me from an imaginary threat.”

Mor coughs aloud. “Do I really need a scolding for a girl I see maybe twice a year? I haven’t even thought about Nesta since the New Year’s party.”

“It’s not a scolding,” Cassian says firmly. “It’s an order to be on your best behavior for the duration of this vacation, because the sisters and I went through a lot to get Nesta to come here. There will be no catfights, or backtalk, or rude looks and snide tones until we’ve returned home. The same applies for everyone else once they get here.”

“Or, how about this? I’ll stop making ice pussy jokes if you stop being this…” Mor waves a hand up and down at Cassian’s shirtless figure with a grimace, “unrecognizable creature with the tension of a forty year old single dad.”

Is Cassian tense? Of course he’s fucking tense. The last time he convinced Nesta to go to a family event with him was Christmas Eve, and he’s never letting that mistake be repeated ever again. His glare confirms it.

“Morrigan,” he says lowly with a hint of warning.

“Okay, okay,” she exclaims, throwing her hands up in surrender. “But for the record, I’ve never said anything rude to your girlfriend’s face, and I never plan to.”

Cassian crosses his brown arms across his chest. “No, you’ve only done it to my face.”

Guilt crosses Mor’s features for the quickest second. “Oh.” She bites her bottom lip. “In that case, I’ll pull back from now on.”

He releases a terse breath. “Good.” Now to hammer the message into anyone else who might threaten the quiet solitude he and Nesta have found here.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she adds somewhat apologetically. “You know I just want the best for you.”

“And you know I already know what’s best for me.”

Mor dips her head in reluctant acknowledgment. “Can we go back to normal, then? I don’t like feeling like your adversary.”

Cassian’s shoulders slump in relief, and his crossed arms fall away. “Of course, Mor.”

Like flipping a switch, Mor claps her hands together. “Good. I left my luggage in the rental car and it’s super heavy; I brought enough clothes for three outfit changes a day. Why don’t you put those big strong muscles to work while I get settled into my room?”

Before Cassian can object, she’s out of her seat and flouncing out of the kitchen. From the entry hall, Cassian can hear Mor say perkily, “Good morning, Nesta! Love the undies.”

Cassian drops his head onto the table with a thud, lifts it, then drops it again. Mor is going to be a work in progress.

“You okay?” A voice makes Cassian look up from the wooden table. Nesta stands in the kitchen entryway wearing nothing but Cassian’s shirt, and her hair is a rumpled mess from sleep. Her hands twisting into the hem of his tee tells him she couldn’t be less excited about Mor’s early arrival, though the rest of her doesn’t show it.

Exhausted apprehensiveness drops in Cassian’s gut. “How much of that did you hear?” he asks warily.

“Not much. I just woke up a minute ago and heard your voices.” She comes over to him and wraps a comforting arm around his shoulder. “Why, were you guys arguing?”

Cassian slings his arm around Nesta’s waist, basking in her warmth. “Not exactly.”

She frowns. “Was it about me?”

“It was about Mor.”

She nudges him. “Will you tell me about it?”

“No,” he quips, yanking her down onto his lap. He pecks a kiss onto her lips. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

Nesta hums to herself. “So our morning plans are out the window?” she asks, raising a brow.

“Yup.”

“Does Mor actually like my undies?”

“Nope.”

***

The rest of Cassian’s friends and Nesta’s family arrive by late afternoon, piling out of a dark SUV in a frenzy of noise and colors. Nesta forgot how… many of them there were.

She lets Cassian and Mor handle the greetings, choosing to observe everyone from her spot near the stairs.

Azriel is the first to catch her eyes. He looks the same as ever, dressed head to toe in black even in the middle of a heat wave. Elain is an overdressed peacock in comparison to him, not that anyone would be comparing them, because they carefully stand at opposite ends of the entry hall.

He sends a simple nod Nesta’s way, which makes her narrow her eyes. Does he think he can act too cool for her just because they haven’t talked in a while? Idiot.

Feyre notices Nesta next and waves her arms wildly. “Get over here!”

Nesta reluctantly pulls away from the banister and nears their group, offering only a half smile to everyone there before hiding behind her sisters. Cassian cuts a glance her way in solidarity, and it feels like a pillar of reinforcement against her wavering self. She scrambles around for a solid ten seconds for something to say, either to her sisters or to the whole group, and finally comes up with, “What are we having for dinner?”

“That’s still hours away,” Rhysand assures. “Everyone scram and put your shit up first.”

“The girl has a point,” Amren grumbles. “I’m starving.”

“Yeah, Rhys, can we have an early dinner?” Mor whines.

And just like that, Nesta has melted into the background again. Which might be for the best, considering how loud it is right now.

Feeling overwhelmed, Nesta checks on Feyre and Elain to make sure they’re not paying attention to her, and then meets Cassian’s gaze through all the luggage and bodies. Tilting her head toward the back door to let him know that she’s leaving, she silently slips down the hall and out of the house.

Outside in the gardens, the light breeze soothes her heightened senses. It’s hot as shit at this hour, but she’ll take it for the peace and quiet.

Only a few minutes into her getaway, however, Nesta hears the porch door open behind her. Her shoulders stiffen when she hears footsteps that don’t belong to Cassian. There goes her peace and quiet.

Nesta is surprised to find Amren slinking up to her side, her small head appearing at Nesta’s shoulder.

Discomfort crawls through Nesta’s bones at the woman’s unexpected presence. It’s a subtle sense of wrongness, like being in the proximity of a predator but not having enough information to guess how they’ll attack.

“Hiding out from Rhysie’s big bad inner circle?” Amren taunts.

Nesta stiffens. Just because it’s true doesn’t mean it needs to be thrown in her face.

“I suppose I can’t blame you,” she goes on. “We can be a scary group.”

“I’m not scared of anybody,” Nesta says, keeping her focus glued to the trees’ cherry blossoms. “I just wanted fresh air.”

“And I’ve wanted to find out what Cassian sees in you ever since he gave me that verbal lashing about being nice to his new girlfriend.” Amren turns to face Nesta fully, closing in. “What kind of pussy grip can a woman have to make Cassian of all men heel?” She hisses in a thoughtful breath through her teeth.

Nesta only shrugs, but her interest is piqued at the idea of Cassian warning Amren away from her. She definitely doesn’t need the protection, and once would have found it offensive, but… she likes the idea of someone standing up for her, being unapologetically on her side even if they have no good reason to do it. The only other times she can remember feeling defended were brief, subtle childhood instances with Feyre and Elain, and that was only because blood instinctively defends blood. It’s different to feel chosen. It makes her chest crack.

When Nesta doesn’t respond, Amren throws out, “Are you on the spectrum or what?”

Nesta again doesn’t reply.

“No one mentioned it, but I assumed as soon as I saw you.”

“It’s rude to make assumptions,” Nesta says, her voice cool as a running river.

Amren barks a laugh that sounds like a whip lashing. “I like you, girl.”

Nesta finally meets Amren’s silver gaze and states, “I don’t like you.” Her tone is blunt, to the point—but if she has to participate in this twisted version of small talk, then she should at least get to be honest.

Amren laughs aloud again, as if that genuinely amuses her. Nesta doesn’t know how amused Amren will be when she realizes that Nesta is serious.

She shrugs to herself, turning back to face the garden. It isn’t her problem, she decides.

***

“Even for you, this is overprotective.” Rhys’s voice comes from behind Cassian, who stands at the sliding glass door at the back of the kitchen that peers out onto the gardens. He’s been watching Amren converse with Nesta for the last seven minutes—or rather, he’s been watching Nesta, inspecting her body language to gauge her discomfort.

It was a struggle not to hold his arm across the back door and block Amren from following after Nesta earlier. Amren had the look of a cat going out to play with a new toy, and Cassian had nearly snarled at her for it until she gave him that expression: the raised brow and sneer that said Really, Cassian? Pathetic.

It made him think of how Nesta would feel if she knew he was trying to physically keep people away from her, and he managed to have enough shame to move aside and let Amren pass with only a warning look.

So far though, it looks like Nesta is handling herself just fine. He should’ve known better than to underestimate her.

When Rhys doesn’t get a response, he comes up to stand at Cassian’s side and get a look through the glass door. “I never thought you’d be applying your passion for security to your damn girlfriend.” Rhys lets out a low whistle.

Without taking his eyes off Nesta and Amren, Cassian tells Rhys, “Protecting her is protecting myself. When she gets hurt, I feel it twofold.” And he really doesn’t want to be hurt on this vacation. Nesta already thinks he’s a crybaby as it is.

Rhys is silent for a long minute, as if he can’t deny that he would feel the same way for his own girlfriend. Eventually he says, “I might finally understand what’s going on in your brain whenever you’re around her.”

Cassian only nods.

Rhysand claps his hand down suddenly on Cassian’s shoulder, breaking the somberness of his confession. “Call them in to help make dinner,” Rhys orders. “I want all hands on deck tonight.”

Cassian looks at his brother with narrowed eyes. “And what will you be doing to help?”

“I’ll be watching the game on the nice TV that I paid for, in the beautiful new living room I also paid for.”

“Bastard.”

***

Nesta and Azriel help prepare dinner in silence. Their quiet acknowledgment of each other is better than any words could be, but it’s all shattered when Mor dumps a serving platter on the counter right next to Azriel.

“Ooh, ricotta-stuffed mushrooms!” She grabs a handful and starts arranging them onto her platter. “Az, how was your mystery weekend away? I haven’t seen you since you got back.”

Azriel shares an unreadable glance with Nesta before sliding his chicken parmesan dish toward her and saying loudly, “Wow, is that football?” He promptly turns around and walks out of the kitchen.

Nesta glares after him in disbelief, but Azriel can’t hear her wordless cries for help because he’s already in the living room.

Left alone at the kitchen counter with Morrigan, Nesta keeps wiping at the wine glasses that have been gathering dust in the cupboards. From the corner of her eye, she can see that Mor’s mouth is tightened into a displeased line.

Not that Nesta isn’t grateful for it, but Mor usually isn’t one to keep her mouth shut. She wonders if something is wrong that she doesn’t know about. “You look constipated,” Nesta tells Mor under her breath. “Anything you want to get out?”

Mor only scoffs in indignation. Then she shakes her head and mutters to herself, “I promised not to say anything.”

Now Nesta is really intrigued. “Promised who?” she prods. “Cassian?”

“Like you don’t know about it.” Mor rolls her dark eyes.

Nesta doesn’t know, though after Amren’s comment earlier she might have a hint. “I would prefer you be honest with me rather than follow Cassian’s orders.”

“That’s funny, so do I.” Mor plucks up a stuffed mushroom and shoves it into her mouth.

Nesta thinks back to how she woke up to Cassian and Mor’s voices lowered in seriousness. After what Nesta overheard on New Year’s Eve, it’s no secret that Morrigan doesn’t care for her, but she suddenly has the urge to have it said to her face. “Well, if you want to stop holding back with me, I won’t tell.”

Morrigan sets down her mushroom platter with a thump, turning to face Nesta like she’s done her a personal wrong. “You know what I know about you, Nesta?” Mor says. “I know that Cassian has changed since he’s gotten with you. I know that he’s more serious whenever he’s around you. I know that you don’t love him as much as he loves you. How can Cassian expect me to trust someone that doesn’t want to be around his own family? How can he expect me to trust you with his heart? Not that I’m allowed to be saying any of this, because I’m supposed to be hiding my feelings about you to stop my best friend from hating me.”

It’s crazy how a year ago those words would have been enough to make Nesta retreat to her room and never come out again. Each statement pricks like a shard of glass against her skin, though none of them are accurate or true.

And yet Nesta finds herself hurting more for Cassian than for herself. She feels her familiar old mask go up around her face and harden there.

“It sounds like your problem is more with Cassian than it is with me,” Nesta says stoically. “Because I won’t be going through any trials to prove myself. I have nothing to prove. I don’t care if you like me or not, if you’re nice to my face or cruel behind my back—but it’s rude to shit over your friend’s life choices like that. He’ll stop trusting you if you keep it up, and it won’t be my fault when it happens,” Nesta finishes. She wordlessly gathers the wine glasses in her hands and abandons a silent Morrigan to go set the table.

Nesta knows the dynamic at dinner is off with her presence there.

For once, Cassian’s priorities lie somewhere other than laughing with his friends. He keeps a protective hand on Nesta’s thigh from the moment they take their seats, and he only removes it when he’s filling her plate with food.

With memories of Christmas dinner hanging over all of them, Cassian looks like a bodyguard prepared for attack— except he’s contributing to a good half of the tension at the table.

“How was the drive here?” Feyre pokes at the two of them in an attempt to break the ice. Nesta glances to Cassian for his response, but his attention is taken by the platter of bread rolls.

Sighing internally, Nesta answers, “Better than yours, that’s for sure.”

Everyone laughs hesitantly. A steaming bread roll then appears on Nesta’s plate, golden and fluffy with a buttery aroma; one glance at the rest of the bread tells her it was the biggest roll in the pile.

Nesta drops her walls enough to give Cassian a small smile and an arm rub of appreciation, and then she reaches straight for the bottle of wine.

She loves Cassian and hates this dinner too much to allow this to go on.

After filling Cassian’s empty glass high with Merlot, Nesta presses it into his free hand with a subtle kiss on his cheek. “Relax a little,” she murmurs into his ear.

It takes ten minutes and two full glasses for her plan to take effect, but relax Cassian does. Like oil slipping through rusted gears, the tension in the room slowly unwinds and natural conversation starts to flow.

“You guys will not believe what I had to walk in on this morning,” Mor announces at one point during the meal.

“Yeah, yeah, Cassian’s ass and dick, we’ve already heard,” Amren says.

Cassian’s glare at Mor is more lighthearted than life-threatening. “This is why I can’t talk to you anymore,” he states, pointing a finger at her. Nesta is so glad for the lack of tension in his shoulders that she doesn’t even care if everyone basically knows about her having sex in the living room.

With Cassian acting more like his normal self, the pressure to make useless small talk is no longer on her. Nesta is content to watch everybody share stories and laughter, but for once she doesn’t feel like an audience member on the outside looking in. Maybe it’s because no matter how much Cassian drinks, his hand stays steady on her leg the whole night, keeping her rooted there with everybody else. He doesn’t let her fade into the background for a second.

“What’s that on your wrist, Az?” Mor’s voice rings from one head of the table. Azriel snatches his hand back in a flash before Mor can reach for it. From his other side, Nesta grabs it smoothly out of the air to take a look at the cause of Mor’s question.

She raises her brow at the sight of three colorful bracelets lining Azriel’s right wrist.

Az tries to pull his hand away, but Nesta’s hold is tight. Even if the signature of the maker wasn’t stamped onto one of the childish bracelets, she would know who had made them with one glance.

“What does it say?” Mor asks her.

“Nothing. Just some beads.” Nesta pulls Azriel’s dark sleeve over the beads that spell out GWYN’S BITCH and gives his arm a little pat. She sincerely hopes Elain is thoroughly over Azriel by now.

“Was that Rainbow Loom I saw? Since when did you wear kiddy bracelets?” Mor snorts at Az.

Nesta’s attention is pulled away from their conversation by a heavy head falling onto her shoulder. “Nestaaa,” Cassian slurs, slumping against her side.

Blushing at the attention he’s drawing to her, Nesta tries to shove a drunk Cassian back upright. “I think we need to get you to bed.”

“Oh really? Promise you’ll tuck me in?” He tries to wink at her, but it comes off as a strained blink.

He looks ridiculous. It isn’t helping the blush on her cheeks, though.

“I promise.” Nesta shoves her finished plate aside and grabs Cassian by the bicep, standing up and attempting to drag him with her. “Come on, I’ll take you right now.”

Mor is quick to get to her feet. “We can take him,” she offers eagerly.

“Who’s we?” Azriel mutters. Nesta hears a hard stomp, and then Az is coughing, jumping out of his seat after Mor. “Yeah, we’ll take him,” he says.

Nesta reluctantly lets Cassian slip out of her grasp as Morrigan and Azriel take one of his arms from either side.

“Wait, but I want Nesta to tuck me in!” Cassian twists around as he’s dragged away, drunkenly finding Nesta’s gaze. He’s pouting.

Affection battles with secondhand embarrassment and wins. “I’ll be right there,” she promises with a wave. As soon as Mor and Azriel accomplish whatever it is they’re trying to accomplish. Her voice flattens into a cold warning when she adds after them, “Be careful with him.”

Daring a quick glance back at the table, Nesta wants to cringe when she meets everyone else’s eyes. Rhysand looks highly amused. Feyre looks disturbed, and Elain looks glum with envy, the love-obsessed bitch. Amren is Amren.

After dinner is over, dishes duty is handed over to Rhysand and Amren goes off to bed complaining about beauty sleep, which leaves Nesta alone with her sisters in the foyer.

She doesn’t quite know how, but she ends up forgetting her promise to Cassian and following the girls out to the front porch for some fresh air instead. The sun has long since set, taking some of the summer heat with it, but the air is still stuffy as the three of them settle down onto hand-painted wooden chairs. Lanterns on the porch are lit up to keep the darkness away, and the lake before them gleams with the reflection of the rising moon.

Feyre is the first to speak, her voice hesitant. “It’s hot out tonight, isn’t it?”

“I’m not doing this,” Elain announces. She stands abruptly from her chair and goes back inside.

Nesta and Feyre stare wide-eyed after the swinging front door, but a minute later Elain returns holding a decanter and three crystal glasses. She sets the glasses down on a side table and starts pouring. “It’s not really Tennessee without a strong whiskey,” she says to no one. “And I’m way too sober right now to handle this vacation.” The third glass gets an extra finger of liquor, and it ends up in Elain’s hand. She passes the other two to Nesta and Feyre before settling back into her seat.

Nesta grimaces at the drink in her hand without even tasting it. She hates most alcohol, but strong alcohol especially. For the sake of her sisters, however, she throws back half the glass without thinking.

Liquid fire scalds her tongue and throat, and she groans aloud. Instant regret.

Elain has no such issues downing her liquor. “Did you know,” she says after swallowing a gulp of whiskey like it’s apple juice, “that our old place is just a mile and a half that way?” She waves with her glass toward the back gardens.

“Is it really that close?” A frown wrinkles Feyre’s brow, like the memory of their old home might taint the perfect life she has now.

“Yes,” Nesta confirms. She doesn’t offer anything else.

Feyre shudders despite the temperature. “I hate even thinking about it. It’s so depressing. Reminds me of Papa.”

Which is also depressing, Nesta thinks to herself.

“It wasn’t depressing for me,” Elain says, chin tilted up in defiance.

That doesn’t surprise Nesta. Even in the depths of their father’s patheticness, he was Elain’s favorite man on earth.

Nesta used to wonder how her papa would have reacted if Elain was the one with crippling endometriosis pain every month instead of her. Would he have ignored her cries like he ignored Nesta’s, or would he have come running to her aid?

It’s not a question that’s worth Nesta’s time and energy, though. Not when the man himself has long been six feet under. Instead she pokes at Elain, “Then why did you hide your background from every guy you met like you were ashamed of it?”

“I was ashamed,” Elain says primly, “but that doesn’t mean I hated all of it. We didn’t all grow up with a ten foot stick up our ass; at least I could appreciate what we had without taking my attitude out on everybody else.”

The whiskey must be working quickly, because Nesta can’t hold back an unseemly snort. “There you go again,” she drawls in a cutting tone, pointing an accusing finger with the hand that holds her glass at Elain. “Dishing out shit when you can’t take it back. At least not without crying.”

Feyre, who was trying to hide her cringe with the rim of her drink, now perks up with eagerness. “She does do that, doesn’t she?” she exclaims. “I thought I was the only one who noticed.”

Elain’s lips twist into an indignant sneer. “What’s this dynamic now, why’s everyone ganging up on me?”

Nesta mutters, “Because you need to hear it every now and then.” Turning to Feyre, she adds, “God, she can be fucking annoying.”

“Oh, like you’re everyone’s favorite person to be around?” Elain scoffs.

“At least I don’t pretend to be something I’m not. That’s called a con artist, Elain. You’re a con artist.”

There’s stunned silence for a tense moment—and it’s broken by full laughter. Elain is chuckling sweetly as she says, “Well, I suppose it’s okay if only you two are the ones who notice it. It can be our little secret.” She presses a finger to her pink lips.

Feyre giggles along at that too, but Nesta remains quiet. Too sober for the current mood, perhaps. “Do you think someone will notice at one point?” she asks Elain. “That the smiles and Southern charm and—the kindness...” She doesn’t know how to feel about that word in relation to Elain. “Do you think someone will notice that that’s not all there is to you?”

Elain’s grinning face freezes quicker than an actress’s. “No one will know,” she answers smoothly, “because I’m not going to be with anyone else for a while.”

At the confused silence filled only by the chirp of cicadas, Elain supplements, “I’m trying out the single life.”

Nesta meets Feyre’s eyes, and it only catalyzes the sound quelling up in her throat. At the same moment, the two sisters burst into cackling laughter. Well, Feyre cackles. Nesta makes a noise that imitates a dying whale.

“I’m serious,” Elain insists, glaring at them. “If Nesta could spend all those years living like a widowed hag, why can’t I? I don’t need men to live.”

Nesta’s laughter sours at the insult, and she turns to Elain with seriousness in her tone. “No one needs anyone else, Elain—but you treat loneliness like a leper from the Middle Ages. Are you even happy for me and Cassian beneath all that jealousy?”

Elain shifts uncomfortably in her chair and mutters, “Of course I’m happy for you two.” And then she adds in a much quieter voice, “Deep, deep down.”

“Is that what was wrong with you on New Year’s?” Feyre asks gently. “You were jealous?”

Nesta raises a brow; she didn’t know this.

“I wasn’t exactly having fun watching you two suck face right after getting dumped by Azriel,” Elain tells Nesta. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not happy for you. I just…I’m not used to being the lonely one.” She huffs out a sigh and reaches for the decanter again. “If anyone should be in a happy and healthy relationship right now, it should be me.”

Feyre turns to Nesta and whispers too loudly, “You’re right, she is fucking annoying.”

“Don’t get too friendly; so are you.”

Feyre leans away from Nesta in affront. “I didn’t even do anything this time!”

“You don’t need to do anything for Nesta to think she’s better than us,” Elain chimes in.

The three of them break out into bickering, which soon devolves into hysterical laughter, which then morphs into a comfortable silence—which doesn’t last long until they’re bickering again. They spend the rest of the night going in small circles like that over their whiskey, occasionally taking breaks to talk of more serious things: Elain’s flower shop is finally starting to pick up business, but expenses are still too high. Nesta is worried about Cassian being all alone in Italy by himself, but she’ll never show it to him. Feyre’s work at the children’s art studio is making her seriously consider having kids (“Don’t you dare, you’re way too young,” Nesta threatens).

Each of them reveals that they miss at least one of their shitty parents these days.

Maybe it’s because they’re under the same night sky that they spent their childhoods under, but if Nesta closes her eyes, it’s like she’s seventeen again, letting her sisters stay up and talk her ear off even though it’s a weeknight.

***

The lack of Nesta in Cassian’s bed must stop him from succumbing to deep sleep, because his nap is hazy and doesn’t last more than a half hour. When he blinks awake, the fog of wine from earlier has mostly cleared away and the lamps in his room are lit. Mor sits on the bay window seat and Azriel lounges on a chair nearby, both of them murmuring quietly to each other.

Noticing Cassian’s movement, Az turns away from Mor and drawls, “That was quick.”

Groaning, Cassian rubs at his eyes and sits up straight. His shirt and jeans are flung on the floor, and he can only assume he took them off himself before collapsing into bed.

Holding the thin blanket to his chest, he demands, “What are you guys doing here?”

“Oh, now he has modesty,” Mor grumbles.

Cassian grabs his wrinkled shirt from the floor and shrugs it on before repeating his question. “What are you doing here, and where’s Nesta?”

“Don’t know,” Az shrugs from his chair. “But Mor wanted us to talk alone, so Nesta probably doesn’t need to be here.”

Growing wary, Cassian straightens up against the headboard. “Talk about what?”

Mor’s words take him by surprise. “I wanted to apologize.” She straightens up in her seat and throws a cautious glance at Azriel. “And I wanted Az with me for moral support.”

Az rolls his eyes to himself, likely considering the task beneath him.

“I didn’t take your words that seriously this morning,” Mor goes on, “but I’m taking them seriously now. Someone made me realize that I’ve been blaming your—girlfriend... for our relationship changing when I’m the one who’s been pushing you away the whole time. While you were falling in love, I wasn’t there for you. I didn’t trust you to find love without my input, and I didn’t respect you when you did.” Tears line her dark eyes, taking Cassian aback. “I’m sorry,” she says weakly. “Please don’t hate me.”

A headache takes root in Cassian’s temples, and he has to shut his eyes against the dull thudding. “I could never hate you, Mor,” he says past the lump in his throat. That was never the problem, though her words have eased some of the pent up frustration in his chest.

Cassian lets out a long-suffering sigh. “It’s not just you. It’s every single one of us. We’ve known each other so long, we’re so fucking entangled in each other, that even when I’m living by myself up in my cabin I feel like I can’t get away from it.” He stares out the window like he might find some relief there. “That’s why I’m going overseas. To get some space from all of this.” He waves between the three of them and laughs bitterly. “We created this incestuous little circle and now we don’t know how to care about anyone outside of it.”

He catches Az frowning, fingers toying with one of the bracelets on his wrist that Cassian spied earlier.

Mor sniffs away a lingering tear. “What about Nesta, then? Where does she factor in?”

Cassian’s mouth turns down in a distasteful frown. He still doesn’t like that he has to leave without her, but the fact that he doesn’t like it is only more proof that he needs to do it. “I can’t let Nesta be a part of me,” he answers. “I need to be all of me.”

Only once he learns how to do that can he be the friend and lover that the people in his life deserve.

***

Nesta wakes up the next dawn not on a hard chair, but in a soft bed. The smell of Cassian lingers on the sheets wrapped around her, and she blinks blearily as she tries to remember the events of last night.

Feyre fell asleep first. Elain and Nesta were just going to close their eyes for a moment and take a brief rest as well, but the next thing Nesta knew Cassian was helping her take out her contacts and laying her head against a pillow. Now the sun is dawning and she has a pounding headache. She needs at least another ten hours of sleep before she’ll be fit to face the world again.

She looks around for her phone to check the time and spots it plugged into the charger on the bedside table. Despite feeling like she’s been rammed with the flu, the tiniest smile lifts Nesta’s lips at the thought of Cassian carrying her to bed and making sure to charge her phone.

She finds her lockscreen blown up with notifications, all from her shared groupchat with Gwyn and Emerie.

Clicking into her texts, Nesta scrolls back through the hundreds of messages to see what she missed.

Emerie: i can’t believe nesta isn’t here for this.

Emerie: what the hell is she doing

Gwyn: probably hanging out with her best friends the inner circle

Gwyn: or getting railed

Emerie: >:(

A tired laugh escapes Nesta as she reads the texts, and she’s grateful for the reminder that these are her chosen friends. This is her found family, and she’ll be back with them soon.

Scrolling a little further back, Nesta finds the cause of all the commotion.

Emerie: A RACCOON JUST FELL THROUGH MY CEILING IM GONMA DUE &%!@

Emerie: DIE

Followed by multiple pictures of a scarily large raccoon chewing up Emerie’s bed.

Nesta shudders at the images. Reminding herself to message the girls back as soon as she has her head on straight, she puts away the phone and drags herself out of bed.

Her knees wobble a little as she stands upright and slips her glasses on, but her body keeps moving automatically toward the door. It’s not until she’s halfway downstairs that she realizes she’s looking for Cassian.

In the main hall that cuts through the house, Nesta glances between the back door and the front door. Instinct tugs her toward the front door, and as she passes the living room she spies Elain knocked out on the couch.

One of her legs dangle off the edge of the cushion and she still has her shoes on, like she dragged herself up onto the loveseat in the middle of the night and fell straight asleep.

Cassian brought Nesta up to their room sometime during the night, and Rhysand would have done the same for Feyre, but Elain… Elain has no one to carry her to her room, Nesta realizes.

Hating the unusual feeling of pity that blooms inside of her, Nesta goes over and grabs a throw blanket from nearby. She flings it haphazardly over Elain’s body. There, that should do it.

She might take a few seconds to tuck the blanket in a little better, but then she’s out the front door and jogging down the porch steps. Early morning dew beads the grass, and the sun isn’t high enough in the sky yet for the heat to be unbearable.

Like perfect timing, Cassian’s form appears from the lightly wooded running trail that circles the lake. He has his hair tied up and is wearing nothing but workout shorts, and even from this distance Nesta can see the sweat gleaming off his hardened chest.

She forgets about her headache and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol coating her tongue. Her feet speed up on the grass, and then Cassian takes sight of her too. He grins wide and breaks into a run toward her.

When they’re mere feet away from each other, Nesta is the one to halt first and hold out a hand, blocking Cassian’s incoming bear hug. “Don’t you dare.” She eyes his body with a warning look. Nesta will do a lot of things for her boyfriend, but sticking her face into his sweaty pits is not one of them.

Cassian looks her up and down with scrutiny, trying to decide if going in for the hug anyway is worth it. “Fine,” he gives in. He spins on his heel and walks down to the head of the pier, where a standing shower is set up for washing off after swims in the lake.

Twisting the faucet, Cassian stands under the cold burst of water and gives Nesta a look that says, Happy now?

Nesta cautiously goes over to where Cassian stands, but she gets too close—

In a blink, she’s being tugged under the shower stream, held tight to Cassian’s chest.

“Cassian!” Nesta splutters, trying to pull away. Droplets hit her glasses and blur her vision, and she has to shove the glasses up into her hair so she can properly glare at Cassian’s face.

He only laughs deeply and tugs her closer. “Like you don’t smell either. You’ve been in that dress since yesterday.”

Nesta catches her breath under the pouring water, glancing down at her soaked sundress. Right; she probably needs this more than he does.

The water isn’t freezing like she expected, she realizes as she relaxes in Cassian’s arms. It’s actually the perfect temperature, almost soothing after the initial shock to her senses.

Broad hands stroke long lines across her arms, like Cassian is making sure that she isn’t uncomfortable. The action triggers an old memory inside Nesta—or rather, an old familiar feeling. The feeling of Cassian in Nesta’s early days of knowing him, always pushing her out of her comfort zone but never tossing her in the deep end to drown.

“I handled my sisters and your friends pretty well the other night, don’t you think?” she murmurs into his chest.

Cassian looks down at her with pure reverence in his eyes. “I can’t be surprised. You’ve always been like that.”

“Like what?”

“Brave as hell. From the minute you stepped outside of the little circle you’d drawn around your life, you became the bravest person I know.”

“Not true,” Nesta states matter-of-factly. “I can name at least three braver people.”

Cassian pokes her in the ribs, but his smile is good natured. “It’s just an expression, Nes. Take the compliment.”

The shower keeps spraying around them, refracting the sunlight to scatter rainbows across Nesta’s vision. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” she tells Cassian earnestly. “I did the bulk of the hard work, but you…you gave me that first push. You taught me I could find safety in others, because you were my first real friend.”

Her words clearly take Cassian by surprise. Maybe it’s because Nesta is so rarely open about her true feelings, so her words have more value when she is. Maybe Cassian just wasn’t expecting to get so much credit, which is why he blinks rapidly now. “And what now?” he tries to tease, emotion tangled in his throat. “You have better friends?”

“Much better,” Nesta plays along, but her gaze carries all her sincerity. She suddenly laughs to herself, remembering: “I was terrible at socializing.”

It’s something she brushes off easily now, but few people will ever know that part of her inability to get close to others stemmed from a debilitating fear of rejection.

“Not to me.” Cassian reaches out to twist the faucet off, leaving the two of them standing soaked in the morning air. “I loved talking to you. I couldn’t stop wanting to talk to you, even if you didn’t feel like talking back.” That was how insistent he’d been on becoming her friend, that he would open up to her even when she was closed off to him.

Nesta watches Cassian tug his hair tie off, a little dazed by how much she feels for him in this moment. She isn’t ready for when he scrubs a hand vigorously through his loose hair, shaking the dripping strands out like a dog.

“Cassian!” Nesta scolds for the second time this morning. She flinches back at the water droplets hitting her eyes, making Cassian laugh when he looks back up at her. “Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. To make up for the assault, he delicately plucks her glasses off the top of her head and uses the hem of her wet dress to wipe off the lenses as best he can.

He slides the glasses back onto her face and nods, inspecting her. “That’s better.” Then he swoops down to kiss the mole beside her mouth.

Nesta wrinkles her nose in surprise. “What’s that for?”

“It’s a thank you,” he says. “Thank you for your car breaking down in the middle of the woods, and for agreeing to spend the night at my place last September.”

Nesta’s brows raise high in amusement. “Shouldn’t you be thanking Feyre? For calling in that favor with you?”

“One day, I’ll do that too,” he promises.

Nesta bites down on a smile and shakes her head, muttering, “Ridiculous.” Yet she can’t help but wonder: who would she thank?

The universe, probably. Whatever forces made it possible for her to wake up every day in the same bed as Cassian, eating the food he cooks and accepting the unconditional love he offers.

She suddenly shivers under the rising sun, becoming aware of how just uncomfortably her sundress clings to her body. Without Cassian’s words distracting her, everything is damp and cold.

Cassian notices and slips his hand into Nesta’s, already starting to pull her away from the pier and toward the house. “Let’s get you dry,” he says. “I’ll make us pancakes before everyone else wakes up.”

“With chocolate chips?”

“With chocolate chips.”

So hand in hand, the two of them walk back up to Cherrywood House.

***

a/n: IM FREE OF THIS BEAST. that ending was absolutely horrible to write, but i hope it satisfied you anyway. and if didnt, well, that’s what the epilogue is for

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[starryhyuck]

thin ice. (m)

pairing: icehockeyplayer!mark x figureskater!reader

words: 2.6k+

summary: mark lee is the only thing standing in the way of your team’s victory. therefore, fucking him dumb is the best way to defeat him.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: dom!mark, sub!reader, overstimulation, constant fucking, bathroom sex, talks of car blowjobs, sex on the floor, (slight) breeding kink, creampie, hair pulling

disclaimer: i have no idea how figure skating or ice hockey works, i literally fell on my ass when i tried to step on the ice

Thirty seconds.

Thirty seconds left and the money is all yours. You can see it now — the lavish outfits, brand new skates, and even silk hair ties for when you want to play dress up. Mark Lee just has to miss this shot.

“He’s going to fucking make it,” Doyeon hisses in your ear, chewing on her nails in anticipation.

“Shut up!” You push her away and tell her to stop damaging her fingers.

You watch as Mark glides across the ice, almost knocking into Doyoung twice. “Slam him, slam him!” You screech, ignoring the stares of people around you. You simply want to see Mark get wiped out so glory can be within your reach.

You feel your world collapse when the puck hits the net, time stopping in slow motion as the crowd jumps up in pure bliss. Doyeon’s already crying in your shoulder, and you hear the angry shouts of Chaeyoung on your other side.

Mark Lee, you fucking asshole.

—

Since you were five years old, the ice became your home. And no, you didn’t have an awakening and gain powers like Elsa from Frozen. Your mother discovered how much you loved figure skating, even though your brother, Johnny, was a tall, bumbling mess once he stepped in the rink.

Once your talent was discovered, you were enrolled in figure skating classes and spent most of your afternoons gliding around the ice. You were excited to learn that you could possibly do the sport professionally if you practiced hard enough, but nobody told you how difficult the athletics administration could be.

You were scouted for your college because of your talents in figure skating, many believing you would be a great candidate for the Winter Olympics. However, when you arrived to campus, you learned that you would never be the first priority in the athletics budget.

It was a constant battle between figure skating and ice hockey for the money. Most of the funds went to football and basketball anyways, so you didn’t have much to fight for in the first place. The deal made by the athletics department was simple — if the ice hockey team could not carry themselves to a national championship, the rest of their budget would be distributed to your team.

The victory was within reach until Mark Lee scored the winning goal Friday night, making the ice hockey team one step closer to the national title.

You’re currently waiting for them to finish practice, tapping your foot impatiently as you stand besides the opening to the rink. You finally hear the boys finish up, laughing with one another as they exit. Their eyes narrow at the sight of you.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” Ten asks.

You smile. “Nope. Sicheng, we need to talk.”

The captain sighs and follows you until you’re out of earshot. “What is it now?”

You scoff. “You know damn well my team deserves the money more than you do. Worlds is just around the corner and we need the money in order to get there.”

Sicheng laughs at you, still holding his helmet from practice in one hand. “Please. Don’t act like you’re doing this for your team, we both know you’re just wanting to advance for yourself.”

If you could punch Sicheng without facing a lawsuit, your life would be so much easier. You take a step closer to him, ignoring the immediate flush in his cheeks at the proximity.

“I hope your team fails at the next game. I’ll be watching when you do.”

“Stop harassing him.” Mark approaches the scene, pulling his captain’s shoulder and pushing him away from you. “Just face that your team won’t make it. Can’t blame us for your failure.”

You smile sweetly at Mark. He’s been haunted ever since Donghyuck leaked his secret that he used to like you during your freshman year. Mark used to follow you around like a lost puppy, but now, he has no hesitation putting you in place. You know you still have the advantage over him because after all, he can’t deny the way his heart beats when he sees you.

Sicheng observes as you grip onto the fabric of Mark’s uniform, pulling him close until his nose is inches away from yours. Mark gulps at the proximity, not feeling so confident anymore.

“Don’t act like if I dropped to my knees right now, you wouldn’t jump at the chance to stuff my mouth full-”

“Okay!” Sicheng exclaims, pulling the blushing boy to his side. Mark’s cheeks are almost as bright as his uniform. Sicheng glares at you. “We’re going to win on Friday. Then, I’m taking your entire team’s budget.”

You smirk. “Good luck with that.”

—

“I’m not sure this is going to work,” Yeji remarks, watching as Doyeon pulls a tight black dress over your head. You roll your eyes at her comment while Chaeyoung helps you adjust the spaghetti straps of your dress.

“Don’t be so negative,” Seojeong flicks Yeji’s forehead, causing the younger girl to glare at her.

You’re all gathered in Doyeon’s living room, trying to hatch out a plan that Yeji believes is doomed to fail. Tonight was the celebratory party before the game, a dumb idea concocted by Donghyuck on every Thursday night. It goes to show how irresponsible the ice hockey team really is, getting wasted the night before their biggest game. However, tonight works in your favor, because as demonstrated just a few days ago, you still have Mark Lee in your waiting palm. All he needs is a little push away from his teammates and you’ve fully got him. Once the plan is in place, you highly doubt Mark will be able to perform well tomorrow. Considering he’s the team’s best player, taking him down secures a win for the figure skating team.

“Does everyone know their roles?” You check again, eyeing Yeji from her spot on Doyeon’s couch.

She scoffs. “Of course I do.”

“Good,” Chaeyoung nods. “Remember that this isn’t just for us but the future figure skaters for years to come.”

None of you have time to comment on Chaeyoung’s dramatics, already seeing how stressed she is by the way she tugs at her hair frantically trying to apply lip gloss on you. The girls finish getting you all dolled up when Seojeong gets a text.

“Yuta says Mark’s ready,” she announces. You thank the heavens that Yuta was able to get in the ice hockey’s team good graces, none of them expecting the figure skater to be a double agent.

“Let’s get him then,” you grin.

You’re quickly shoved into Yeji’s tiny car and the five of you are off to Donghyuck’s apartment. There’s commotion when you arrive — Sungchan standing on the couch and declaring Sicheng the cutest man alive, Ten giggling with Yangyang by the kitchen counter, Donghyuck’s tongue shoved down a random girl’s throat and Jeno trying to save Mark from choking in the bathroom. Your eyes meet Yuta’s and he winks at you, making sure no one else has seen your arrival. You lean on the doorframe of Donghyuck’s bathroom, smiling at the two of them. Jeno sees you first, urgently patting Mark’s back to save him.

“What’s wrong? Did he see a naked girl or something?”

Mark’s eyes shoot up at the sound of your voice and he gets even more flustered, coughing and choking even more now.

“Why are you here?” Jeno frowns.

You smile and shrug. “To enjoy the show. I can handle Mark from here, Jeno.”

Jeno laughs. “As if I would leave him with you.”

“But Yeji’s waiting in the living room. Are you really going to keep her waiting?”

You smirk at Jeno’s confliction before he finally gives in, leaving Mark and you in the bathroom. You shut the door while Mark recovers, downing a glass of water to help the food go down. “Why are you really here?” He asks once he’s calmed down. He tries not to linger on what you’re wearing, the swell of your breasts tempting him in this close proximity. His gaze flies to the ceiling when your hand wraps around his shoulder, pulling him in closer and letting his fingers rest on your hip.

“What’s wrong, Mark? Scared of a little action?”

“I know what you’re doing,” he hisses. “We’re going to win tomorrow. You can’t stop me.”

You pout. “Is the win really worth it, Mark? Do you want it more than my pussy around your cock?” He grunts lowly, fingers tightening around your waist. You smile. “Or what about your cock shoved down my throat until I can’t breathe? You could easily bend me over the sink and take me any way you want. Doesn’t that sound so much better?”

“Don’t,” he warns you, cord about to snap. “You’re being such a brat.”

He needs one more push. You lean closer to whisper in his ear. “Please, Mark? I want your cum inside me. Need it dripping down my thighs so everyone can see who I belong to.”

He breaks, growling as he pushes you against the sink. You giggle when his lips crash into yours, his hands quickly moving to push up the fabric of your dress. He delivers one slap to your clothed clit and you moan at the sensation.

“Fucking annoying whore,” he scoffs at you. “Look at you. So fucking desperate for money that you would drive all the way here just to take my cock like a good girl. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to fuck you until you cry?”

You nod frantically, whimpering. “Please please please. I want it so badly.”

He shoves two fingers in your dripping hole and you cry, back arching against the mirror. Mark’s fingers grip your cheeks and he turns you so that you’re looking right at him. You hold his stare when his thumb rubs frantically at your clit, fingers curling inside of you.

“S-So good, so good,” you blubber, eyes rolling back at the pleasure filling your veins.

You whine when he retracts his fingers but he’s quick to drop to his knees, ripping your underwear and flinging it to the side so he has no obstacles in his way. He immediately dives into your pussy, licking and sucking at your folds. You internally curse. You had no idea Mark was this good at eating pussy or you would’ve prepared yourself more. Your fingers tangle in his hair as his lips attach to your clit, abusing the nub by sucking harshly.

The pain throws you into your first orgasm, whimpering loudly as you fall apart around Mark’s tongue. He quickly cleans you up, not missing any of your juices as he licks your pussy clean.

His eyes darken when he stands, taking in the sight of you looking so fucked out on top of the bathroom sink. He’s about to unbuckle his belt before you stop him.

“I want to fuck at your place. Please?”

He nods at your request, helping you get down and adjusting your dress. It’s a little harder to walk since Mark ripped your panties, but you make do. You two exit the bathroom and you’re about to leave before you hear Donghyuck’s voice.

“Where the fuck are you two going?”

You glance at Mark, who’s a little irritated by his teammate’s appearance.

“Mind your own fucking business, Donghyuck.”

You smirk at the blonde boy’s shocked expression as you two leave his apartment. Mark walks fast, fumbling with the keys to his car.

“I didn’t know you could drive.”

“Trust me, I can’t.”

The drive to his apartment involves two pit stops, the first one happening because you desperately want to give Mark a blowjob and the second one happening because Mark desperately wants to taste you again.

When you finally get to his apartment, the both of you are already a mess. You don’t even make it to the bedroom — Mark shoving you down on his living room rug and pushing his cock deep inside you. You moan at the intrusion and Mark wastes no time, setting up a fast pace and ramming his cock into your sweet spot over and over again. You’re a drooling mess, letting him abuse your pussy. His fingers tangle into your hair and he pulls you upwards. He balances you so that your back is against his chest.

“Such a perfect little slut for me. What would the panel of judges at Worlds say when they see you? The future Olympic gold medalist begging for cock?”

“I would let them see,” you whisper back at him. “Let them know what lengths I would go to just to win that fucking competition.”

You fall apart around his cock again, your orgasms coming faster after the first two. You whine when you hear Mark’s constant grunts filling your ears.

“Cum inside, Mark. Want all of your cum.”

“Yeah? Little whore wants it all? Wants to be bred like a good little bitch?”

You cry. “Yes, yes, yes! I want it so badly.”

That’s all it takes for Mark to shoot ribbons of white inside of you, coating your insides. You both collapse on the floor, exhausted.

A few minutes pass in silence before Mark speaks up. “I’m ready to go again after I eat some ramen.”

You laugh. “Make it two servings and I’ll be ready.”

He eagerly gets up and shuffles to his kitchen. You smirk, searching for your phone and shooting a text to the group chat.

I’ve got him. The money’s all ours.

After eating ramen and chatting for a little bit, Mark takes you again on the barstool of his kitchen. Then, he fucks you up against the wall, on his couch and in his bed.

He’s thoroughly fucked out when you two finish and you smile, leaning over to kiss him.

“Good luck with your game tomorrow.”

You leave him laying in his bed, wondering if he just jeopardized the future of his team.

—

There’s one minute left in the game.

The team is down by one point and they’re all looking at Mark as they huddle together. Donghyuck hisses at him.

“Did she fuck you stupid? We’re going to lose everything because of you!”

Mark shakes his head, trying to compose himself. It’s hard to do so when he spots you in the crowd, smiling at him as if you want him to win. You’ve thoroughly fucked with his head, his thoughts constantly traveling to the image of you beneath him, sobbing as he shoves his thick cock into you mercilessly.

“This is your fault, Jeno!” Ten growls. “You should’ve never left Mark alone with her!”

“Everyone, shut up!” Sicheng bellows, annoyed by his teammates. “We’re going to lose if we don’t focus. What’s wrong with you, Mark?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Donghyuck scoffs. “I think I do.”

Sicheng glares at the younger male to be quiet. “I don’t care what it is anymore. There’s one minute left and I need you to get it together.”

“I will, I will,” Mark insists, even though he’s not so sure about it himself. They break the huddle and get back into the game, Mark trying to focus as the referee blows the whistle. Jung Jaehyun comes charging at him and Mark tries to dodge.

“Come on, Mark!”

As soon as he hears your voice overpower the audience, he loses his balance and Jaehyun slams him up against the wall. Mark groans when he tumbles to the ground and it isn’t long before he hears the final buzzer echo in the rink. The competing team jumps for joy, laughing with one another as they meet in the middle of the ice. Mark stays on the ground, watching pitifully as his teammates slump in defeat.

His eyes look for yours again in the stands, but you’re already long gone.

[buckys-black-dress]

i don't care, i'm in love

a/n: alright sexies, part two! of my last thing you guys liked! idk if anyone's noticed just yet but the titles are from tame impala's song 'new person, same old mistakes' because the song is fire asf. anyways. enough talking, here it is! enjoy! (sorry this took so long lol, i had no idea where i was going w this plot after part 1.)

warnings: penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), choking, cursing. this story is 18+ !!! tap off if you're a minor. this is your warning.

wc: 4k words

[bucky barnes x fem!reader]

read part one here!

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It's been a few days since your outburst with Bucky in the kitchen. While you haven't made eye contact with him whenever you've been in the same room, you've practically felt his looks from across the room.

The air had definitely shifted in any room where you were both present. Nobody still knows about your past relationship, and you don't intend on telling anyone about it.

You've decided to let Bucky stew in silence, not allowing any leeway. If he wanted to be stubborn, this is where it would land him. He chose his own fate in the end, and now he would have to suffer the consequences.

And it was pretty awkward, to say the least. It was currently movie night in the Avengers Tower, and you were all in the movie theater. Tony had selected a rom-com tonight, as superheroes do. You were sat with Natasha on a loveseat, your legs swung over hers as your shared snacks were laid on your lap for the both of you.

She had, of course, noticed your change in demeanor since your impromptu break-up. You hadn't divulged in the details with her, not wanting to out the relationship. Even though you wanted to be petty as ever, you decided you were going to be the mature one in this situation.

And then Bucky walks in.

With a... another girl?

Maybe you weren't taking the high road after all.

You instantly feel a heat wash over your body, making you want to scream and cry and laugh in incredulity all at the same time.

What the fuck?

"Hey guys, I brought a date to movie night, if that's alright..." His voice sounded like nails on a blackboard to you right now. "This is Sophia."

He says it so simply that no one knows what to say. Everyone spares a glance at you, and for a second, you wonder if he had told anyone.

But everyone had somewhat of an idea that Bucky likes you!

So now, everyone was a bit confused.

"Uhm, yeah, nice to meet ya. Take a seat anywhere." Steve's voice cuts the suffocating silence.

You make brief eye contact with Bucky, but you look away as fast as you had looked in the first place. You felt like there was a golf ball lodged in your throat, and if you didn't stop yourself, you think you would've strangled that motherfu-

You're led out of your train of thought by a light tap on your arm. Natasha gives you a look that's saying, you look like you're about to kill someone. Are you okay?

You shake your head, letting her know you're just fine. Everything's fine. Bucky's over there, with another girl, who's holding his hand. And you've been here wondering for the past two months what's been so wrong about you that he couldn't do the same with you. Let alone even tell people you were in a relationship.

And you're not going to lie. This stung. Really bad.

Although you wanted to sit here and act as unbothered as possible, it was hard. You wanted to enjoy your night, watch your movie, and go to bed. This was a turn of events that you weren't expecting in the least.

The tension in the room was too much, everyone exchanging glances back and forth between you, Bucky, and Sophia. They were all confused. There was an obvious tension between you and Bucky, and although it was never anything serious to them, they all thought he would man up soon enough and ask you out.

Now, sympathetic looks were being shot across the room between all the team members, and no one could say really say anything.

Suddenly, Steve sits up in his seat and glares at his friend.

"Buck, can ya help me bring some snacks from the kitchen?" The blond asks, not waiting for a reply from the brunet.

Once they're safely out of earshot from the movie room, Steve grasps Bucky's shoulder in a tight hold that has Bucky wincing.

"What the hell, man?" His voice comes out strained and laced with confusion.

"Buck, I think I should be asking you that question." Steve says. "Don't play fuckin' dumb with me. You know what I wanna talk about."

"Well, please do enlighten me-"

"Oh would ya drop it? Sophia? I'm sure she's a great gal, but for the past six months you've been bitchin' and moanin' about Y/N." Steve cuts his friend off, trying to gauge the situation.

"I just... things went south. I needed somethin' new... somethin' different." Bucky's voice was meek, almost like he was afraid to admit this to his best friend of 90 years.

"What... whaddaya mean things went... south? Did you tell her you liked her and she rejected you or somethin'?" The blond asks, brows pulled together in confusion.

"I just... I can't really explain to you what happened but... it was bad. I fucked up, Stevie." Bucky's head is still tilted downwards in guilt.

"Buck, you know you can tell me anything, right?" A hand is placed on his shoulder, and he wants to shrug it off, I don't deserve any comfort, he thinks. I did this all by myself.

"Can I just... I'll tell you. But you can't tell anyone. Especially Tony or Nat. Or Wanda." Steve gives him a brief nod, motioning for Bucky to go on.

"Y/N and I had been... seeing each other for the past two months..." Bucky starts to explain, and Steve's eyes are jut about popping out of their sockets by the time he finishes explaining.

A few moments pass, and silence soaks the air surrounding them.

"You... you two were dating... in secret? You didn't tell me?" The look Steve gave Bucky made the latter's insides twist in the worst way possible. He should've told his best friend.

"Steve, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. We agreed to keep it between us until... "

"Until she decided she'd had enough."

"Yeah."

A pregnant pause and flat face followed, and flat face followed, and Bucky's now realizing how much he's fucked up. Not in the first place, per se, but by bringing Sophia here.

"So can you tell me why you've dragged that poor girl here?" Steve breaks the silence first.

"I-I... I met her at a bar a couple nights ago. Needed to get out, have a drink. She came up to me and asked me for my number, and... yeah."

What Bucky didn't explain is that as soon as she started talking to him, she had immediately realized he was painfully in love with someone else. She had been kind, understanding of his situation. Instead of trying to get in bed with him, she sat down with him while he explained to her how he got himself in this mess.

"You know... I can help you..." Sophia tells him with innocent eyes.

"Really? How?" Bucky's tone was incredulous, like the mere idea of doing something about this whole thing was possible.

"Well, she seems to care about you a lot. But maybe you just need to get a... reaction out of her. She's unbothered now, she says she 'moved on.' Show her she hasn't." She explains.

"But...how?"

And thus... this situation was born.

"So... Sophia has absolutely no interest in you, and you brought her here to make Y/N jealous?" Steve looks at his friend like he has three heads, and Bucky now realizes just how dumb this all looks.

"Well... yeah. This was a bad idea, wasn't it? I should just go take Sophia home-"

"No! You already got this far, and if you do that it might give Y/N the wrong idea. Just- just go with it for the rest of the night and see what happens." Steve says. "Now, let's get the snacks."

Bucky helps him, and they head back into the movie room. He notices your tense form against Natasha. Sophia's making conversation with Sam, and if you were in a cartoon, you're sure there would be steam coming out of your ears.

The movie goes by in a blur, and even though your eyes were glued to the screen, you feel like you didn't even watch the movie. You were too busy being hyperaware of the way Sophia held onto Bucky's arm like if was her lifeline, and quite frankly, you wanted to punch the living daylights out of the both of them.

Once the movie's finished and the lights turn on, you waste no time in heading to your room after a quick goodnight to everyone.

You're getting ready for bed with slams of closet doors and dresser drawers, absolutely enraged with everything. Why was this bothering you so much? But more importantly, how was Bucky so quick to move on? Like you were nothing to him? Like you were the dirt under his shoe?

And although you were too proud to say it, it stung like a motherfucker.

Before you could get ahead of yourself, a knock is coming from your door.

You're sure it's Natasha trying to make sure you're alright, but after months of acting unaffected, all you wanted to do was get under your covers and cry.

"Nat, I'm sorry but I'm really not in the mood-" But when you swung the door open, it was none other than your ex-boyfriend."What the hell are you doing here?"

Your tone was venomous, and all Bucky could see was the tiredness and rage behind your irises.

"I- Can I talk to you?" His voice is timid, like he's afraid to even ask for your time.

"About what? Don't you have someone to tend to?" You wonder out loud, and you can't help the way your heart twists at the thought of Bucky and Sophia. The way he had no problem holding her, touching her, loving her.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, Y/N."

It even hurt to think that.

"What do you want, Barnes?" You query in an indifferent tone.

"I-I waned to talk to you, alone." He responds, and his palms are sliding down his thighs to wipe off the sweat.

"Don't you have to take your date home?"

He was quiet for a moment, trying to gauge how to handle you right now. One wrong word or move, and he was out.

"Y/N, can I please just talk to you? One night we're sleeping in each others' beds, and the next we're strangers? How- how does that even make sense?" He's trying to make sense of the past few weeks and the events that led up to the demise of your relationship.

He knows, but he doesn't want to say it out loud.

"Well, I wonder who's fault that was?" You ask snarkily.

Apparently, you weren't afraid to say it.

"You were the one that did this. I get it. This was new for you, but at some point, enough was enough! I- I was basically dirt under your shoe, James! I- I couldn't fucking take it anymore! I just- you were so easy with Steve and Natasha. And then you would shake me off like I was some pest, some bug." You choked on your words, tears pricking behind your eyes. You turned away before Bucky could see them, not wanting to let him see you like this.

You've put on a tough front, because you didn't want anyone to think that you'd get so hung up over some boy, but it was hard to do so when you were giving your all into a relationship while you got the bare minimum back.

Bucky watches you from your doorway, and as you turn away, he takes this as a sign to come in and shut the door behind him.

"Y/N, please, let me talk. I-I just need to talk. To get it all out. I'm begging you, please." And beg he did. He was on the floor, quite literally on his knees. You couldn't even comprehend how not even an hour ago, he brought a new girl in.

And now he was on his knees before you. Begging.

"Get up."

Your voice cracked, but it was still strong. You weren't in the mood to have a man beg at your feet, and you felt it was quite pathetic that he was on his knees right now when he's the reason you two had ended up like this.

Whatever this was.

"O-Okay. Does that mean I can talk?" He asks tentatively, rising to his feet slowly.

"You have five minutes."

He was quiet at first, and you wondered if he even had anything to say. If he was just here to waste your time, to cause even more heartache-

"I- Can I just start off by saying, in the almost three months we were together, I never, ever, wanted to make you feel anything less than what you really are. You're kind, caring, beautiful, the smartest person I've ever met. But above all those things, you were patient with me. And that was never something I had before with someone else. No one was as patient and as attentive as you were, and I need you to know." He pauses, catching his breath from his rambling.

"Know what?" Your tone was venomous, trying to hold back the tears prickling behind your eyes.

"That I have dreamt of a girl like you for decades. You are everything-" he chokes on his words, eyes glossing over, "everything I've ever wanted, and more. And I can't tell you how sorry I am for the way I treated you. How I made you feel, and how I felt the need to hide us. I should've just been honest with everyone from the start, and it cost me everything in the end. So I'll spend the rest of my days making it up to you, in any way possible. Because you deserve it. You deserve so much better than someone who- who doesn't know how to love. How to hold your hand and not want to cry because he feels like he doesn't deserve it. You deserve the entire universe, Y/N."

Bucky finishes speaking, looking so deeply into your eyes that you can't help but let the facade crack.

Tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes. You sniffle, trying to take a deep breath.

"Wh-what about... Sophia?" You struggle to ask through your emotions, trying to hold yourself back from flinging yourself into his arms.

"I- She's... not relevant. I met her at a bar the day we... ended things, and she said 'it was clear I was going through a heartbreak,' and that she wanted to help me get you back." Bucky laughs a bit at the whole situation now, and how fucking badly he had fucked up.

"But if you don't want to get back together, I understand. Just know, I still feel the same. But if you give me another chance, I promise you it'll be different. I promise to spend all my time making it up to you, and I don't want to hide anything about us. To anyone." He affirms, moving to hold your hands in his.

And surprisingly, you didn't pull away.

No matter how much your brain was screaming, yelling to pull away!

But you couldn't. You wanted to believe every word that came out of his mouth, and you didn't care if anyone thought you were being naive or stupid. You just wanted to hold him again, to call him James again, and to have him whisper sweet nothings in your ears.

And as all these thoughts were running through your head, you see Bucky slowly backing away, assuming your silence meant you were telling him to leave.

"I-Wait. Wait. We have a- a lot to talk about, but I'm not giving up on us yet. But I want a full explanation, top to bottom about everything. And- you have to promise me things will be different between us. We can't have things like they were before, and-"

And before you could continue your rambles, you were stopped by the feeling of his lips on yours.

You could feel his rough ones moulding against your soft, cherry-flavoured ones from your lip balm. His eyes were closed, and so were yours. Any thoughts you had were thrown out the window, and all you could focus on right now was him.

He was invading all your senses in the best way possible. In this moment, you realized he was being completely honest and truthful in what he'd said earlier. Of course, you wouldn't let him forget about all this so easily, but right now, all that mattered were his hands running all over your waist and neck.

"J-James," you breathed out, disconnecting from him.

His eyes search yours, wondering if this is where you give him the boot, and tell him to leave it at this.

But oh, was he wrong.

"Lock the door for me?"

His mouth is akin to that of a fish out of water, wondering to himself if his brain was conjuring this image in his head after weeks of not having you.

"A-Are you sure? If you don't want to we don't have to-" And now he's the one getting cut off with your lips.

It had been enough suffering for the both of you these past few weeks.

"James, I'm sure. Help a girl out?" You smile coyly, slowly walking backwards until you reach your bed and sit down. Your eyes stay on James' blue ones while he rushes to lock to door.

He's hovering over you, waiting to see if you'll make a move.

"Well, aren't you gonna fuck me?"

At those words, the man above you snaps out of his stupor, and lets out an animalistic growl, lunging at you and making both your bodies fall back onto the fluffy white duvet of your bed.

"Can I take this off of you?" James hands are pinching at the fabric of your t-shirt, and you fervently nod in response.

"Words, honey." He coaxes and receives a meek but clear 'yes' from you.

He wastes no time slipping it off your form, only breaking apart from you for air to do so.

Soon enough, your panting forms were both almost bare, left down to just underwear. James slowly moves to settle himself between your thighs, but your hand catches onto his wrist before he could move any further.

"You don't have to, James. I want you inside me already." Although you usually never complained about getting head, you were aching to feel him inside you.

"C'mon angel, I've missed how your sweet lil' pussy tastes." The words coming out of his mouth combined with the feeling of the small pecks he's placing against your inner thighs have you practically shaking.

Along with his scruff giving the sensitive skin a delicious burn, you couldn't bring yourself to say no to James.

He guides your soaked panties down your legs, placing your calves against his shoulders to hold them open.

"Mmm, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to have my mouth between these legs again, sugar. Missed ya so much." He mumbles to you, licking a broad stripe up your core.

A gasp leaves your mouth, and you scramble to find something to grab onto.

With one hand in his brunet locks, Bucky continues his ministrations. He alternates between using his tongue and sucking on your sensitive button, building up your climax.

James listens to your small gasps and whimpers, paying attention to what brought you the most pleasure.

"Oh!" You let out a whimper at the feeling of Bucky's fingers hitting your sweet spot inside you.

Before you knew it, the throbbing in your heat was spreading all through your body, causing your first earth-shattering orgasm of the night.

You're chanting James over and over again, like a prayer.

"That's it, sweetheart, give it all t'me." He coaxes you through your high, allowing for you to come down.

Your eyes are bleary and you barely sense James coming back up over you. His fingers are opening your mouth, allowing you to taste them.

"Taste yourself, honey. So sweet, missed havin' you." He leaves pecks on your forehead, nose, and cheek, before circling back to your mouth when he pulls his fingers back out.

When he pulls away again, his nose is brushing against yours. You still feel like you're floating, but you open your eyes slowly to be met with his bright cerulean ones.

"You have a condom?" James' voice is gravelly as he speaks against your lips.

"No, I'm clean and still on the pill. Wanna feel all of you." You whisper while your fingers roam through his locks.

"A-Are you sure?" He asks, trying to ignore the involuntary twitch of his cock at your words.

"I'm sure, James. I've never been more sure of doing anything with anyone." You say, letting your hand move down to his boxers.

Your hand dips into the waistband, grasping him with your palm.

"Wanna feel all of this." You barely speak, but he understands every word you say.

Before you know it, his underwear is off and thrown somewhere across the room.

James sits back, running his cock through your juices for lubrication, eliciting a sigh from the both of you.

"Fuck, I missed you so much, doll." He grits out while he pushes into you slowly. "Can't believe I was so stupid and almost lost ya for good."

"I-I'm right here, baby. You won't ever lose me." You reassure him, letting him fill you to the brim.

"God, can't get enough of this tight pussy, baby." James is thrusting at an even pace now, and you can feel every inch of him inside you.

You release moans of ecstacy and pleasure in his ear as he stays above you, and while you're only half-conscious of what you're doing, you grab his metal arm and bring it to your throat.

His eyes shoot open but his pace never falters, looking at you for silent reassurance.

The white-hot feeling in your core builds at the feeling, not wanting it to stop.

"You sure?"

"Yes, please." All he needed was your whimper to moan at the sight of his hand around your throat.

"H-Holy shit. I- Come with me baby, c'mon." His voice is strained, like it's paining him to speak.

"I'm- I'm coming James. Come with me, baby." You gasp out, feeling the stirring in your belly reach its' peak.

Soon enough, you're both coming undone, breathing into each others' mouths while working through your highs together.

You feel him spurting inside you, painting your walls white. His rocking slowly comes to a stop, allowing him to open his eyes and focus on you. Your thumbs are brushing over his cheekbones, soaking in him just being here, with you.

"C'mon, let me get you cleaned up, angel." James slowly pulls out of you, being careful to not hurt you.

You see the light flicker on in your bathroom and hear the sink running. He returns with a rag and brushes it gently between your legs, feeling you shiver at how sensitive you are.

"Sorry, honey." James' whisper comes from below, and you smile down with soft eyes.

You were completely besotted for this man.

Once the rag is thrown into your laundry hamper, Bucky retrieves his boxers and pulls them on.

For a moment, you feel a flash through your body, your heart seizing at the thought of him leaving now.

"A-Are you leaving?" You barely recognize your own voice, feeling pathetic for feeling so vulnerable.

Bucky just looks at you. He's dumbfounded at you right now. How could you think that after everything, especially after what had just happened, that he would leave you. How he could ever let you go again.

And again, the question is just another painful reminder of how much he's hurt you.

"No, sweetheart. Just wanted to grab a shirt for you to sleep in." He gives you a soft smile, quenching the ache of your heart.

Once he sits you up and slips the large shirt over your frame, he slips back into his spot next to you under the duvet. Your legs immediately tangle with his, head on his shoulder and arm thrown across his torso.

"Never gonna let you go again, honey." He tells you, placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Love you, James." You mumble in a half-asleep response into his chest, the words reverberating into his skin.

Bucky hopes you don't feel his heart racing, but replies with the same words that you hear before slipping into a deep slumber. And the last thing you hear before you slip under are the sweetest words to ever be spoken.

"I love you more, Y/N."

[notkageyamasprincess]

what’s so wrong about us? | kageyama tobio x reader

characters: nii-chan!kageyama tobio x reader

genre/warnings: smut, incest, degradation, blackmail, dubcon, slight exhibitionist kink, unprotected sex

words: 2.0k

summary: you and tobio-nii don’t have a typical brother-sister relationship. how far can you go without getting yourselves caught?

notes: please please read the warnings.

“Haah…mhn…w-wait, we can’t! Mom and Dad are coming home tonight, we have to get ready.”

Your hands clutched at the sheets so hard that your knuckles were turning white. Kageyama pulled your lower half closer to him so that your ass hung over the edge of the bed, and kneeled between your legs, fucking you furiously with his fingers and tongue. You felt his hot breath fan over you as he removed his mouth.

“That’s exactly why we have to do it now. Let me taste you and get my fill.”

You cried out when he dragged a long digit against your sensitive spot and sucked your bud harshly, making you tighten around him and spray your release.

“Ah, not so rough! I’m still…ah, so-sore.”

Your older brother wiped his face with a towel and responded by spreading your quivering thighs even wider, drinking in the view of your glistening cunt.

“Well, looks like down here is really enjoying it. This slutty pussy wants more, doesn’t it?” He plunged his fingers back inside, fucking into you, filling the room with your wet noises. “Hear that? God, your cute pussy’s just dripping all over my hand. But you’d rather me stuff it full with something else, don’t you?”

You could only moan his name, too far gone to string together a coherent sentence. He was already edging you closer and closer to another orgasm. “Mmhn…yes…a-ah… Tobio.”

He frowned, stopped completely and took out his fingers, licking them clean of your juices. “Wrong name. Did you forget what to call me?”

“Sorry, Nii-chan…”

“Good.” He resumed his ministrations, slowly rubbing the inside of your walls. “Now, how do we ask for what we want?”

“Please…Nii-chan.”

Kageyama shook his head. “You can do better. What happened to the good little whore from yesterday, huh? Begging so sweetly to cum from her Nii-chan’s cock?”

You whined in desperation. “Tobio-nii, please! Please stretch out my hole with your fat cock. Want Nii-chan to fill me up with his cum.”

He grinned and nodded approvingly. “Good girl,” he cooed, unzipping his jeans. “Time for my pretty cumslut to get her reward.”

You heard the jingling of keys and the front door unlocking.

Your eyed widened and your brother cursed. “Shit, they weren’t supposed to come back this early.”

Your mother called out first. “Kids! We’re home and we brought takeout! Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”

“____, Daddy got you a souvenir on his business trip, come see what I have for you.”

“Really? Thanks Daddy! I’ll be down in a second, Tobio-nii’s uh…helping me with something.”

You rushed to put your skirt back on and made your bed while Tobio put on a large hoodie to hide his erection.

+++++

You took a sip of water, trying not to think about what you and your brother were just doing as you chatted over dinner. The conversation moved onto work-related matters, so you sat and ate quietly while your parents exchanged stories.

Kageyama leaned over to reach a dish on your side of the table. “____, give me a handjob,” he murmured in a low voice.

You quickly checked if your parents heard before whipping your head towards him. “No way in hell. It’s too risky,” you hissed.

“I didn’t get to cum and I’m hard again. It’s because of you, so take responsibility.”

“You’re not serious.”

“If you won’t do it, then I’m going to tell Mom and Dad everything we’ve been doing for the last few months,” he threatened.

You started getting nervous. “Nii-chan… you wouldn’t…”

Seeing your frightened expression, he started coaxing you more gently. “Come on, please? Help out your poor Nii-chan…he’s in so much pain. Be a good little sister for me, alright?”

You snuck a glance at your parents once more just to make sure they were still engrossed in their discussion before slipping a hand down his pants. Thankfully, the tablecloth is able to cover his lap. You felt his dick twitch in your palm as you gave him slow strokes.

“Tobio-nii, this is enough right? Let’s stop here.”

“Stop moving and I’ll lift up my hoodie and show them exactly what’s going on. You wouldn’t want to make Mom cry, do you?”

At that moment, the person in question piped up. “And what are you two whispering about?” She raised an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

Tobio flashed her a sheepish smile. “Actually, we were trying to figure out what to get you for your birthday. It’s coming up soon, isn’t it? You weren’t supposed to know, though.”

“Oh, how sweet! Well don’t let me ruin your surprise,” she replied, covering her ears. “I know nothing.”

She leaned her head on your father’s shoulder as he too, smiled at you both warmly. “We did a good job with our children, didn’t we?”

“Sure did, honey.”

If only they knew.

You felt so guilty.

The irony is, you would never want to do anything to jeopardise the happiness of your family.

You tried your best to act normal as your brother somehow managed to speak casually with your parents. You felt his length straining against his boxers—he was getting close.

You heard the clatter of a utensil on the floor. “Sorry ____, I dropped my spoon, would you mind picking it up for me?”

You crouched under the table and immediately felt him nudge your head towards his crotch. He forced the head of his shaft between your lips, muffling your startled exclamations. He gave a few shallow thrusts before finishing in your mouth, and you swallowed out of habit. Tobio peered down at you discreetly, smiling in satisfaction. “Good girl,” he mouthed, patting your head.

As you shakily rose from the ground, your mother gasped sharply.

You froze. Were you caught?

“____ ____! Is that a hickey on your neck? Did you invite a boy over while we were gone? Young lady, what did I say about having boys over while we were out of the house?”

You slapped a hand to your neck in realization. Tobio left a mark on you the previous night and you had forgotten it was there. Despite still being in hot water, you were relieved that your mother didn’t seem to have an inkling of suspicion that it was your brother’s doing.

You began to make up an excuse, but Tobio cut in. “No, it’s my fault for letting her out of my sight. Don’t worry Mom, I’ll discipline her accordingly. She won’t have any more chances to fool around with boys if I have anything to say about it.”

“At least ____ has a responsible older brother like you, Tobio,” she sighed.

“It’s my job, after all. I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.”

As if he wasn’t the one who almost revealed your dirty secret.

Your father chuckles. “Now honey, we were all at that age at one point. ____’s a big girl, she can handle herself and she knows what not to do.”

Except you apparently didn’t know not to have sex with your brother.

“Sweetie, you’re looking a little flushed, are you alright?” He cast you a concerned look.

Tobio took the opportunity to leave the table. There were other things he wanted to do anyways.

“Yeah Dad, now that you mention it, she doesn’t look very well. I’ll help her into her room.”

He guided you up the stairs and you slapped him away once you were out of earshot.

“Are you crazy? How could you do that with Mom and Dad sitting right across from us? You’re the worst. I hate having such a sick older brother like you!”

He feigns hurt but doesn’t take it to heart. He ushered you into your room and closed the door behind him. “Aw, princess, are you mad? I know I went a little too far but you enjoyed it too didn’t you? Don’t you love your Nii-chan?”

Tears began to prick at the back of your eyes. “This and that are different! You have no idea how terrible I felt when Mom talked about doing such a good job with us. We’re freaks. This…this is wrong,” you sniffled.

He caressed your waist softly and soothingly massaged your sides, rubbing circles into your skin with the pads of his thumbs, kissing away the tears that flowed down your cheeks.

“What’s so wrong about us? What’s so wrong about the way I feel, or the way you feel? Love is love, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

He backed you up slowly until you reached your bed, and laid you down, all the while continuing to whisper words of comfort in your ear.

He sat down beside you. “You’re moving out for college soon and you can come live with me. I’ll have a stable job. We’ll be free.”

You hiccupped and nodded. Your mood began to brighten when you thought about your future together. You just wanted to be with him.

After a few minutes, you felt a hand snaking up your legs to toy at the hem of your panties. You squeaked in protest, but Tobio shushed you.

“You know, I was impressed with your behaviour today, you were being such a good girl for me, weren’t you? Why’d you have to ruin that? Your words made Nii-chan so sad.”

He shifted from his position to trap you between his knees. You made an attempt to shove him off, but he took both your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head.

“You know that Nii-chan doesn’t like brats. Our parents are still here, but once they leave, you know that I’ll have to punish you, right?”

“Hold on, let me check something.” He dipped a finger into your folds and smirked. “Ah, I was right. You’re wet from playing with my cock earlier. You enjoyed that just as much as I did. My cute little sister loves me this much, huh? It makes me happy.”

Tobio pulled his pants down halfway, tugged your underwear to the side and started grinding his bulge against your core. Your breath hitched in your throat. You could hear the sound of the tv and your parents cleaning up.

“Tobio-nii…hn…. s-stop, Mom and Dad might hear us!”

“Not until you say ‘Nii-chan, I love you’.”

“You said you weren’t going to do anything!”

“When did I say that?” He groaned when he felt your pussy clench over his clothed dick. “Fuck, you’re getting my boxers all damp. You shameless whore, you’re actually getting turned on from this.”

You tried squirming from his touch but accidentally grazed your clit on his erection, causing you to let out a moan. A dark grin appeared on Kageyama’s face, and he stripped off his bottoms, rubbing you with his bare cock.

“Mnh…Nii-chan, I…ah! Love you!” You panted. “I-I said it, so let’s stop already!”

Your lips parted when you felt him ease his length into your entrance.

“I changed my mind. It feels way too good when your sopping cunt is squeezing me like this.”

Your juices dripped down his shaft as he rammed himself harder inside you, hitting all the right places. “You dirty fucking slut, you actually want to get caught, don’t you? You can’t wait to see their expressions as they watch their kids fucking, huh? You just want me to drag you downstairs and take you on the kitchen table, right in front of their eyes, don’t you?”

You couldn’t think rationally, it felt so good; you were already hurtling towards your climax. He captured your lips to prevent your noises from escaping.

When he let you go, you realized that his hand was no longer holding you down. You braced your hands on his firm shoulders and your hips moved to meet his thrusts. You spread your legs open to take him deeper and he cursed at the sensation. “Shit, say it again, say that you love me.”

“Mmn, fuck…love you. Nii-chan, I love you!”

He pounded into you even faster. “That’s right. What’s so wrong about us?” he repeated. “What’s so wrong about a darling sister loving her Nii-chan?”

a/n: ngl it was damn hard to look my parents in the eye after writing this.

[writerpeach]

Lights & Cameras

Jeon Somi x Male Reader

5575 words

Categories: smut, daddy kink, rough sex, dirty talk

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Three hours. Endless outfit changes. Barely an hour for lunch.

Jeon Somi had done photo shoots before, both as part of a group and as a soloist, for commercials and for album covers, but she had never had the focus be on her just like this. Her beautiful face was going to be on the cover of a magazine for the very first time for the entire country to see.

It took countless people to make a magazine shoot run smoothly. Stylists, photographers, directors, makeup artists, interns, and a plethora of untold staff members whose titles were unbeknownst to you.

Somi’s first magazine shoot was exciting. If she was nervous, she hid it well, radiating confidence behind the camera as hundreds of flashes went off every second.

You had lost track of how many times you saw Somi disappearing from the set into her personal dressing room, reemerging in an outfit that either tantalized or confused you. Each ensemble brought out several emotions and at least one change that left you scratching your head.

Fashion never made sense.

There wasn’t a moment behind the cameras that Somi wasn’t swarmed by staff - fixing her hair, touching up makeup, and preparing her for the next set of blinding lights. Somi basked in it all, she loved the attention and loved every moment of being in the spotlight.

You weren’t hired by anyone, yet had one of the most important jobs in the building.

Your job was just to be there. You were a familiar face to the gorgeous young model, keeping the couch warm in the first-story studio where you could be seen at all times when Somi felt a pit in her stomach from being overwhelmed.

One look into your eyes across the distance brought a bright smile to Somi’s lipstick painted lips, one that melted you like a hot summer’s day.

Another outfit change. One more shade of lipstick applied to her lips, her cheeks now a shade of pink instead of red. The fumes of hairspray lingered in the air as her dark big brim hat was swapped out by a simple white ball cap and blue sunglasses.

Truth be told, Somi could make any outfit look good. Whether it be tall high heels that almost made her trip, short skirts that showed off her amazing legs, or puffy coats that she looked adorable in, anything and everything looked great on Somi. You’re pretty sure she could make an astronaut’s spacesuit look sexy.

Somi loved dressing up, wearing expensive clothes and outfits she only dreamed about, each time she was presented with something new feeling giddier than a kid in a candy store.

This outfit you particularly liked on Somi, a rather long green dress that almost touched the ground, perfect for summertime. At first glimpse it seemed to cover her up, the sacrifice worth it as it did a terrific job of hugging her body nicely, leaving her shoulders bare and just a tease of her exposed back.

The best part of her fancy dress was how good her tits looked in it. Her wide hips were plainly visible, curves everywhere and outlining her delicious backside, the perfect woman.

Four hours in, Somi's energy level was just as high as at the start. Perhaps it was your company, or the high of her first solo photo shoot that kept her spirits lifted, filling her tank to get her through the rest of the day.

Bright lights went off again as Somi rotated through a myriad of poses, from sensual, to serious, to downright goofy, conveying a multitude of expressions that seemed to please the director.

Somi was a natural, the camera was in love with her and the feeling was mutual. You couldn’t hear her cute voice over the constant shutter sounds of the camera drowning out her playful laughter, but you knew she was having the time of her life.

Sitting there for hours at a time might have been dull as a spectator, but not so much as you loved watching Somi in different outfits and different styles of makeup. She stepped back into the dazzling lights appearing as an almost completely different person.

The brightly lit set became flooded with staff again. Somi was handed a bottle of water to her left, while on her right someone wiped her brow carefully with a white towel, heading out of view as if that were their only job.

“Thirty minute break!”

An echoing voice from the director rattled the walls as a much needed break was called. Somi was filled to the brim with unlimited energy as she headed to catering and you followed in her footsteps.

The catering table was surrounded in no time flat, trays of pastries and sweets spread out, an assortment of fruits and cheeses, sandwiches and skewered meats all made up a fantastic spread.

“Oh my god, I’m starving,” Somi said as she picked up a plate, stuffing it as high as she could, not even bothering to take a seat as she stuffed her face, forgoing the image she was portraying as a model as soon as she took her first bite.

“What do you think so far?” Somi asked as she found you, mumbling her words as she talked with her mouth full as she approached your position.

“You must be bored out of your mind.”

You shook your head and smiled. “I don’t mind. You look cute wearing all these outfits.”

“Which one was your favorite?” she asked, practically inhaling a bite of strawberry cheesecake.

“I liked the pink dress. And the white top with the jeans. This dress looks really nice on you too,” you said, trying your best not to stare at her chest while dozens of eyes were on you.

“I like it too. It’s light and comfortable and I can move around in it freely. Some of those other dresses I could barely walk in,” she said, annoyed.

Somi waited for a handful of staff members to pass by, exchanging polite bows and smiling as they headed off with equally filled plates.

“I want you to take it off me,” she whispered, flashing a mischievous smile, one that had you seen before.

“You want me to help you change?”

Somi shook her head cutely, keeping her lips pressed close enough to your ear that you could feel her hot breath nuzzling your earlobe.

“I want you to fuck me in this dress, daddy.”

Thankfully nobody was in earshot.

“It’s going to be several more hours before I’m finished shooting. There’s a spare dressing room in the back that nobody is using...” she playfully said, her expression the same as when she tried to convince you her vibrator was a neck massager.

“You’re bad, Somi,” you said, her gaze agreeing with you as you stared into each other’s eyes as if you were wondering what you were about to get into.

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Lead the way. I’ll stay a few steps behind you.”

Somi nodded gleefully, putting her half finished food down on the nearest table.

“I’ll uh, be back. I think something I ate didn’t agree with me,” she announced, letting the staff know she wasn’t going to be available for the time being.

If your calculations were correct the break was called about ten minutes ago, leaving you with twenty minutes left, yet also Somi leaving herself an excuse if extra time was needed.

But twenty minutes was more than enough time for what you wanted to do to her.

You carefully followed Somi, taking care to leave additional space in trailing her as you weaved through makeup tables and desks full of equipment, disappearing behind the set as your heart raced at what was about to happen.

“Come on,” she said, waving you down a long dark corridor and looking behind her as she took purposeful steps. Shortly after, she opened a door and stepped inside, ushering you in as the two of you looked around, making sure the coast was clear before entering.

Somi entered first, locking the door behind you as her lips smirked. She placed her hat and sunglasses on a nearby countertop, ruffling her hair messily.

“You’re so naughty, Somi.”

“Am I? What are you going to do with me?” she asked, putting her arms behind her back.

Stepping closer, you moved her hair out of her neck, planting your lips on her soft skin and sucked for several seconds, careful not to leave a mark. You took each of her dress straps in your fingertips, playing with them as you looked deeply into her eyes.

She stared back as if to say do it as you pulled the top of her dress down to her waist in one swift movement, exposing her full supple breasts as they bounced freely. You kissed up her stomach, marking her soft skin with your mouth until you reached her large heavy breasts, practically drooling all over her chest.

It was regretful that you couldn’t spend the entire hour worshipping her perfect tits, lips closing around a sensitive nipple that had already hardened as you latched on, sucking gently while you squeezed her free breast.

“F-fuck, daddy,” Somi moaned, as you took your time in sucking her tits, enjoying the sounds of satisfaction she released as your lips wrapped around each of her nipples, covering them in your saliva.

You loved Somi’s huge breasts as much as you loved breathing, the threat of a deadline hovering over her almost didn’t deter as you devoured her breasts.

Your pants tightened as you alternated breasts, slurping loudly and slicking up her stiff pink nipples with your tongue, leaving them swollen and doused in drool as you gave equal attention.

“I wish I could suck these all day,” you said, giving a disappointed look as you kept your focus on her beautiful tits, squeezing and kneading them, never wanting to leave your hands from them.

“I want you to do just more than suck them, daddy,” Somi said, moaning at your touch. You simply couldn’t get enough of her delicious tits, biting her swollen nipples as she whined and threw her head back.

Somi’s attention shifted to the bulge in your pants, and without another word she lowered to her knees and began to undo your pants. Her needy hands cupped your crotch, giving a firm squeeze.

She looked up for a second before she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your thin boxers, yanking them down with power and unleashing your stiff erection as her eyes widened, her lips smiling hungrily.

Her gaze never broke as she rubbed your leaking tip on her stiff nipples, spreading precum on and using your shaft to slap her large breasts with your cock. Somi loved getting your hungry shaft ready for what she was about to do, but no amount of work would ever truly prepare you for what was next.

Somi opened her mouth without a word, spitting on your shaft several times and stroked your cock furiously, lubricating you nicely with her own saliva. She took control of your shaft, placing it in the comfort of her pillowy soft breasts, trapping it as you moaned at the warmth enveloping your hard shaft.

Her chest began moving slowly, massaging your throbbing shaft and causing a torrent of pleasure as she created orgasmic friction, causing your shaft to twitch. Your cock had no chance to escape, surrounded by flesh that wrapped around it, causing your breath to be taken away as several sensations flooded your body.

Somi had the biggest grin on her face as she squeezed her tits around your cock firmly, using her hands to cup them and make sure you weren’t going anywhere besides her abundant cleavage.

“How does it feel daddy? You love fucking my big tits, don’t you?” she pointlessly asked, picking up the pace just enough to drive you wild with intoxicating pleasure. Your eyes were glued to her huge tits, watching your cock disappearing, every inch of throbbing flesh being swallowed up by her lubricated cleavage.

“Fuck yes, baby. It feels so damn good,” you replied, matching her rhythm and helping pump your shaft in between her tits, so much warm flesh hugging you tight that never wanted to let you go.

You couldn’t help but moan freely at the intense pleasure. You loved the way your leaking cock felt snuggled in between her cleavage, you wanted it to stay there forever. Her breasts felt so soft, softer than silk as you thrusted endlessly, savoring every moment of ecstasy.

Somi loved the feeling of your hard cock trapped between her sizable tits just as much as you did, trying to lick the sensitive head of your cock when it showed itself again, adding additional spikes of pleasure each time she succeeded.

You were more than content to keep this up, keep the incredible pleasure going until you couldn’t take anymore, but things were just getting started.

“Daddy…” Somi whined, moving her breasts up and down as you thrusted in her deep suffocating cleavage.

“What is it, baby?”

“I want to suck your cock. I’m still hungry,” she said, anxiously waiting for permission.

“So suck my cock.”

Somi gave an ear to ear grin as you pumped yourself in between her chest a handful more times as she slowly let your cock slip out of her tits, rubbing it between her wet cleavage. Her delicate small hand wrapped around your shaft, throbbing at her touch as she stroked your cock up and down gently from base to tip.

"You're so hard, daddy,” Somi hummed, pumping your shaft and squeezing it tighter as you leaked over her slender fingers, giving your shaft a single solitary lick from base to tip, proudly tasting your precum.

“So yummy,” she said, giving repeated licks of your cock, teasing the sensitive underside of your shaft, causing more fluids to leak out of your slit.

You would have loved Somi to spend more time teasing your cock, but time was of the essence here. She planted a soft wet kiss on your swollen tip, followed by another, kissing up and down your throbbing shaft and leaving her lips everywhere she could.

“This is much better than our catering,” Somi giggled, her voice full of desire and need, her wet tongue roaming every inch of your shaft. She pressed her lips on your flesh for one more deep kiss, causing a loud smacking sound to escape.

Her beautiful lips parted as the head of your cock disappeared inside her mouth, Somi sucking ever so softly on your tip and nothing more, causing you to groan softly at the intense sudden pleasure.

“Fuck, baby…”

Nothing ever matched the way Somi sucked your cock. Her small soft lips wrapped tightly around your cock, staring intently at you as her cheeks hollowed, applying the perfect amount of suction. Her mouth felt incredible, warm and wet in all the right ways. She took you deeper into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down in a short rhythm and as she held her gaze.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned, scrambling for something to anchor yourself to. Thankfully you were inches away from the nearest countertop, finding the edge and gripping it tightly as Somi pleasured your cock expertly.

“I love sucking your cock so much, daddy,” Somi said as she lowered her head, nudging her nose against the base of your cock as she gave a few teasing licks on your tender balls.

“I love the way I can feel it throbbing inside my mouth. I love the way it tastes, it makes me so fucking wet, daddy.”

Somi’s filthy words aroused you even more as she dove her mouth onto your sensitive balls, tenderly sucking on them individually with just as much hunger. She kept a tight grip on your cock, giving slow strokes that accentuated your pleasure until your balls were doused in her warm saliva.

The combination of pleasure made you groan endlessly as she withdrew her lips from your balls after a few loud slurps, carefully fondling them.

“They feel so full. Is all this cum for me, daddy?” she asked, returning her focus to pleasuring your shaft, spitting on it several times and stroking it.

“Every last drop. They’re ready to be drained, baby.”

“I can’t wait, I want a nice big load inside me, daddy.”

Somi gave an approving smile, taking you back in the comfort of her wet mouth and sucking you off loud and wetly, lips almost to the very base of your shaft and leaving a glistening trail of saliva that followed.

Given the circumstances Somi wasn’t able to take her time with much regret. In a matter of moments she was furiously bobbing her head and taking every inch, letting out a shallow gag with every few strokes. She never quite conquered her gag reflex but didn’t seem bothered, she was just happy with every second her throat was filled.

Somi poured all her energy into giving you such a mind-numbing blowjob, moving her lips from tip to base, spilling saliva out of her mouth, covering your shaft in it. Her lips rested at the end of your shaft as her cute nose pressed against your stomach, smiling with a mouth full of a cock.

She came up for air, saliva dripping down her chin that she didn’t bother to wipe, her expression lust-filled.

“Fuck my face if you want,” she invited, taking your shaft and smacking herself in the face with it, rubbing it on her cheeks and lustfully grinning.

“I’d hate to ruin your makeup,” you replied, the one and only time you had that concern. Somi’s expression was full of disappointment, her smile fading and forming a pout.

“That’s the point,” she said, matter-of-factly. “My makeup artist can fix it later. She gets paid too fucking much anyways.”

Well, that settled that. Somi went back to slobbering on your cock as you placed your hands on both sides of her head, running your fingers through strands of hair and started thrusting inside her pretty mouth.

Consequences be damned, you were going to fulfill Somi’s wishes and desires, thrusting your hips back and forth and sliding every inch of your shaft down her tight warm throat.

Satisfied grunts and moans escaped your lips as you used Somi’s mouth for your pleasure, gagging her with your length as you struck the back of her throat to the point of tears from your forceful use, only encouraging you to give harsher thrusts.

“If only everyone knew what I was doing to you,” you said as Somi kept her mouth wide open for you as you furiously fucked her gorgeous face, slapping your full balls against her chin as she held onto your thighs and slurped hungrily.

“I bet that director had no idea what a cock-hungry little slut he hired did he?” you said, using Somi’s mouth as your personal toy, the constant sounds of gags and erotic slurps filling the small room as your pleasure sky-rocketed.

“Or your stylist unnie, she has no idea her cute innocent model loves choking on cock does she?”

Somi hummed around your cock in satisfaction, the vibration spiking your pleasure as you forced your cock down her throat, streaks of mascara starting to run and drip down her face.

Her makeup artist would certainly have her work cut out for her.

That wasn’t enough for you as you thrusted harder down her throat, slamming every inch nonstop without mercy, drool spilling out of her mouth and dripping onto her beautiful exposed tits as she choked and gagged on your needy cock.

“Take it all, baby,” you growled, holding the back of her head firmly against your crotch, not

caring if she could breathe or not. You desperately wanted to fill her messy warm mouth with cum, coating the back of her throat with it, but that dress looked so fucking sexy on her and you had other plans.

Instead, you savored the intoxicating warmth of her mouth for a few more thrusts, slowly withdrawing your drool-covered shaft as several lines of messy wet spit ejected from her lips, connecting to your swollen tip.

Somi gasped for air, rubbing her drool-covered face all over your wet shaft as she got the treatment she deserved, gargling the leftover saliva and spitting it onto your already drenched shaft.

You smirked at what you saw, once perfectly brushed hair was disheveled and out of place. Her eyes were still filled with tears, whatever leftover mascara she had staining her cheeks, drool glistening on her chin and her chest, an absolutely beautiful mess.

If only her staff could see her like this.

“Was I a good little slut, daddy?”

You nodded proudly and grabbed her dainty wrists and gently helped her to her feet, sharing intense eye contact as you kept the anticipation in the air high.

“I want to fucking ruin you,” you said, squeezing her breasts again, the drool coated on them making them glistening in the lights.

“Do it, please. Fuck me like the whore I am, daddy,” Somi begged, flashing the deepest set of fuck me eyes you had ever seen. You had gotten this far without getting caught, there was no reason to stop.

The dressing room was small with just two countertops, mirrors resting on top of each one waist high, used beauty products still scattered on both surfaces.

There weren’t that many options, no chairs in sight and the floor looked dirty and unkempt as it most likely hadn’t been touched in months if not longer. The counters provided ample space, but not enough for what you needed.

Somi looked at her designer watch she still had kept left on, and you saw you had ten minutes left before they would be looking for her. Plenty of time.

“How do you want it, baby?” you asked as you hiked her green dress up, surprised to see she had on a dark pair of blue panties for once.

“I don’t care, daddy, as long as you’re rough with me,” she said, biting her lip. You couldn’t help but smirk, roaming her tight body with her hands as you gripped her wide hips, harshly spinning her around as she gasped in delight.

“P-please, daddy. I need you. I need to be fucked so bad,” she pleaded, her eyes wide and bright. You kissed her bare shoulders, planting your lips behind her neck and whispered into her ear.

“I want you to watch me ravaging your pretty little cunt, baby.”

Somi dripped between her thighs and her muscles tensed up as you slid her skimpy thong to the side, exposing her gorgeous pussy to you, pink flesh dripping with arousal.

“O-of course, daddy,” Somi said, bending over the makeup countertop, sticking her plump round ass out and placing her palms flat on the surface, ready and willing to be taken right there.

Had there not been time restraints placed, you would have loved to make her beg and tease her pussy until she was as needy as could be, but unfortunately that wasn’t an option right now.

You spread her long legs, grabbing your throbbing shaft and rubbing her aching sensitive clit, pressing it against Somi’s hot wet flesh as she looked back, eyes full of desire.

“Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me like a whore.”

You didn’t hesitate for a second and pushed yourself in deep, her warmth suffocating you as you sank inside every inch of hot flesh, her cunt clenching hard as she moaned loudly. You didn’t waste time, thrusting immediately without any build-up, harshly gripping her hips as you began fucking her tight body from behind.

“Oh my god, daddy,” Somi moaned, her erotic expression visible in the mirror. Your rhythm was frantic from the very start, pistoning your hips and smacking them against her beautiful ass, causing her cheeks to ripple with every stroke.

“Such a tight little whore aren’t you? You like your pretty pussy stretched like this, baby?”

“Y-yes, daddy! You’re so fucking big, pound me daddy, pound me with your big fucking cock.”

“I’d fucking love to,” you replied, grabbing a rough handful of hair and wrapping your fingers around it, forming a ponytail and yanking back hard on it, tugging her head back. Her pussy clenched as she looked directly into the mirror, her eyes barely able to keep open as her mouth let out nothing but needy moans.

“Watch yourself, baby. Watch what I’m going to do to my pretty little cumslut.”

“Y-yes, daddy. R-ruin my pussy, please. Fuck my tight little hole until you blow your load in it!”

Somi’s filthy mouth only served to bring out your carnal desires, increasing your pace rapidly as you slammed her body against the counter, causing her back to arch perfectly as she screamed in delight. You really hoped the dressing room was far enough away from the rest of the staff to not be heard, but at this point you didn’t give a shit if they were listening right outside the door.

“F-fuck me harder daddy, p-please fuck me like the naughty whore I am!”

Your strong grip tightened on her hips, firmly pressing both thumbs into her toned back hard enough that you’re pretty sure was going to leave a bruising mark, one of the myriad of things Somi was going to have to figure out how to explain.

“Treat me like your pretty little fucktoy and break me!”

You watched intently in the mirror in front of you as Somi’s expressive features grew more contorted by the second, her lips only able to form breathless whiny moans and several strings of profanity.

Her pussy tightened to the point of almost causing pain, your shaft being lubricated thoroughly by her abundant slick that dripped down her thighs as you gave it your all, watching her breasts bouncing in the mirror in a way that hypnotized you into a trance.

“Choke me, daddy. Please, fucking choke your whore,” Somi said, as you seemed to be taken aback by every new sentence that left her lips.

You didn’t know what had gotten into her, but you didn’t have time to care as you dropped the bundle of hair you had, bringing the same hand to the front of her body, fondling one of her breasts before finding her warm, soft neck and wrapping your fingers around her throat and giving a gentle squeeze.

“More,” she demanded, and placed her small hand on the back of your own, increasing the pressure as she felt more airflow being restricted, thriving off the feeling she felt.

Somi’s dripping hot pussy pulsated wildly as you pumped into her, keeping a hand on her delicate throat as you looked at the sight in the mirror, something you’d never forget. Her chosen dress barely still on, mascara stains still visible underneath her eyes, her breasts bouncing deliciously with every rock of your hips as you choked her.

Somi kept her eyes focused straight ahead and loved every second of it.

It was hard to remember where you were, that this was still a designated break for Somi and that she would still have to return to work in a few short moments. Yet, you continued to pound into her tight cunt, giving such powerful hard thrusts she was liable to forget her own name.

“God, you’re so fucking deep inside my tight little pussy. Don’t stop fucking me, daddy, use me until you’re done with me!” Somi said, her words becoming an unrecognizable slur that all ran together.

Her warm wet walls grew wetter the harder you drilled her as the room became an orchestra of pleasure - the wet squelch of her pussy, harsh sounds of flesh smacking against flesh, and the constant rising volume of her loud needy moans and gasps, every second that went by without a knock on the door caused a sense of relief.

That satisfying smack of flesh grew louder and louder as you released your grip on her throat. earning a whimpering moan. Your hands weren’t kept idle as you grabbed Somi’s arms and pulled them back, gripping her wrists as her back arched even more, hammering into her pussy with as much energy as you could exert.

“Oh f-fuck, daddy! D-don’t stop, don’t stop fucking your slutty little whore!” Somi said, her clouded eyes barely able to watch herself in the mirror as you saw her vacant stare. You used her slender arms as handles to fuck her senseless, feeling her gripping pussy squeezing the life out of your cock as it pulsated wildly as the stale air in the small tight room grew hotter.

“I’m going t-to cum, daddy! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, daddy-”

Somi didn’t even have time to finish her sentence, her body already trembling, her held back arms shaking as her pussy tightened even more. Her hips bucked, toes curling into her expensive heels as she shrieked, juices flooding out of her cunt as she came the hardest she had in some time.

You didn’t let up, not that she would have wanted you to as you fucked her through her intense orgasm, pounding away and maintaining the same breakneck pace, harsh stroke after harsh stroke into her heat.

Somi's constantly clenching pussy sent tingles up your spine, and you weren't that far off from your own release if the aching tightness in your balls was anything to go by.

"I'm gonna fucking fill your needy cunt with cum, baby," you hissed, not asking for permission, hooking her arms and bringing her body upright until her back was pressing against your chest, making sure she wasn't going anywhere.

"P-please cum inside me, daddy. Cum inside your filthy little whore! Please, daddy, dump your huge thick load inside my slutty wet pussy, please!"

You loved using Somi like this, her pussy begging for cum as you railed her without mercy, the use of her arms taken from her and nothing to hold on to and at your mercy, taking every thrust into her body and pleading for more. You watched her lustful expression in the mirror as her breasts never stopped bouncing, chasing that sweet release you both desperately wanted.

It wouldn't be much longer now, your hips smacking harshly against her ass as her cunt was fucked so hard she would definitely have trouble not only walking out of her but for the next few days. Savoring every thrust into Somi’s tight warm body, you never let up, keeping the pace as fast your limbs allowed you to move until you finally were pushed over the edge.

“I’m fucking cumming!”

It took less than a handful of thrusts as you buried yourself in Somi’s wet warmth, groaning loudly as you spilled your seed deep into her cunt, throbbing with each shot of hot cum that you emptied into her inviting body, filling her to the absolute brim.

You used the last remaining energy in your body, hips tiredly working until you had no more to deposit in her. Thoroughly drained you never stopped thrusting, trying to fuck your hot deep as it possibly could go, spilling every drop into her womb.

Your moments slowed down little by little until they halted completely as you released her arms as she collapsed against the counter, both of you spent, filled with fatigue and gasping for air, an equally exhausted mess of bodies.

You rested inside her for one final moment, wanting to savor her smothering warmth for as long as possible as you gave her ass a quick smack and slowly pulled out, a flowing stream of thick semen dripping out of her roughly used pussy, staining her beautiful thighs.

“H-holy shit, d-daddy, you fucked me so well,” she said, her words trembling as you slid her thong back in place and pulled her dress down as she turned around to face you.”

“You asked me to.”

“I’m going to be so sore,” Somi smiled as she leaned in and kissed your lips, her bare breasts pressing against your chest.

Your breathing resumed gradually as you wiped the sweat off your brow. You wanted to say something but were rudely interrupted by a voice from the intercom.

“Jeon Somi to the set please!”

The two of you frowned as Somi took one more step, lips locking on to yours deeply, gasping for air as they withdrew.

“You really made me a mess, daddy,” she said proudly, as she pulled her top back up, trying to fix her hair as best as she could.

“I better get cleaned up. Fuck me again after I finish up?”

“Of course, baby.”

She kissed you on the cheek as she made her exit, walking gingerly and taking slow, tired steps out of the room.

You felt a little guilty that her staff would have to put in so much extra work, but that was their problem not yours. The fact that your load would be dripping out of her for the rest of the photo shoot, just the thought putting a smirk on your face.

You pulled your pants back up, stopping by the nearest bathroom to try and fix your hair, freshening yourself up before heading back.

Somi had a lot of explaining to do.

[gibbyisbatman]

Take A Seat

Bucky Barnes X Fem! Reader

18+

Warnings: smut, oral(female receiving), face sitting, pet names(babygirl, princess), dirty talk

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Laughter fills the air that is rich with the aroma of alcohol and stale cigarette smoke, not a care in the world outside of the people seated that chattered in the corner. It was a casual Friday for Y/N, she would change into something comfortable and casual after work to meet up with her friends at the local bar. It was a normal occurrence for Y/N to go out instead of staying at her apartment, not wanting to be up all night waiting for her boyfriend, Bucky, to get home from an assignment. Going out with company and drinking just enough to have a steady buzz while talking about all kinds of random things was just what she needed.

Two friends sit together in the booth in the far corner of the dimly lit, brick bar while a third stands near the bar waiting for a fresh round of drinks.The small wooden table was filled to the edges with almost empty beer bottles and several plates of hot food. Y/N stretches herself across the seat opposite her friend. "When does Buck get back from his mission? Rogers won’t tell me, says I don’t need to know about his whereabouts. Maybe I just wanted to surprise the Cyborg when he gets back, you never know." Sam speaks up with a mock tone when mimicking Steve Rogers, and finishes his claims with a considerable gulp of his cold beer. Y/N chuckles at the man’s antics, chewing her mouthful of fries. "He's supposed to get back in a few days, I guess. I don’t actually know much this time ‘round. All I can hope for is that he comes home in one peice." Y/N informs with a shrug. 

"So do you have any smutty plans for when your man comes home?" Natasha chimes asks with a wiggle of her brows as she returns with new beverages, which causes Y/N to shake her head no. "It's been almost a month since you got laid, you have to have some kind of hot sex on your mind for when Bucky walks through the door." The redheaded friend quips in shock, staring at Y/N from across the table who just returned a dumbfounded look. Sam straightens up in his seat, feeling shocked and uncomfortable with the sudden change in topic. “Alright then. On that note, I’m using the bathroom and I don’t want this conversation to still be happening by time I get back. Nobody wants to know about Buck gettin’ nasty!” The man grumbled while walking in the direction of the toilets, leaving Y/N and Natasha to laugh amongst themselves. 

Y/N reaches across the table with clear anxiety after Sam was out of earshot. "I want to try something new when he gets home, but how the hell do I do it or even bring it up?" Confusion rests on Natasha’s  features as well as a pang of concern. "What do you want to try? You make it seem like you want to peg the guy on the first date?"  Both of them chuckle lightly at the joke, the tension easing in the slightest. "It's nothing like that... I just want to, you know. I want to try... Fuck, I want to ride his face." Y/N finally spits out, cheeks red and hot. Natasha laughs by herself now, excited for her friend's sex life. "Oh Baby! That's nothing! Just tell him that you want to ride his face or try queening. That's not something bad, he'll definitely go for it."

After a few more drinks and finishing the food at the bar, Y/N decided to head home for the night. Nat’s words play over and over in her head, slowly convincing her to go through with the steamy idea that floats through her mind. She was so entranced in her own thoughts that she didn't notice that the lights were on in the apartment and the door was unlocked, but she did notice the tall and familiar form that stood against the counter. Y/N could barely contain herself as she leapt forward, practically jumping onto the person. "Oh my god! You're home early! How long have you been here, babe? I would have stayed home if I had known you were coming back."

Bucky’s face lit up with a giant smile, large arms wrapping around Y/N's excited frame. He chuckles and shakes his head at his girlfriend's rush of questions. "I just got in a bit ago, decided to put off the paperwork. Don’t worry, I’m glad you went out for some fun, no doubt with Romanoff and Birdbrain" He asks fondly, knowing that Y/N would go out with them often. With a happy nod, Y/N leans up for a heated kiss which Bucky reciprocates almost instantly.

Bucky easily lifts Y/N into his arms, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist securely to walk them to the bedroom. "I missed you so much, babygirl. God, how I've wanted to touch you." His voice low and guttural against Y/N's sensitive neck, pulling soft whimpers from her. "Mmm baby. I want to try something new tonight. Is that okay?" Y/N hummed, looking Bucky in the eye for agreeance or objection. He licks his swollen lips as his eyes darken. "Anything you want babygirl. I'm going to spoil you tonight. What do you want?"

Both of you rush off to the bedroom, Bucky tosses your body onto the soft mattress. "I want to um... well- I want to ride your face." Y/N sputters out in embarrassment, eyes searching his for any sign of rejection. She opened her mouth and was about to backpedal and tell him to forget what she had said, but to her surprise she heard a growl rumble from his chest. Bucky looks at her with hunger in his eyes and was ready to pounce at any moment. "Take a seat then, babygirl."

Bucky situates himself on his back and gestures for Y/N to climb up his body to assume her position. "Come on, baby. I think that you'll really enjoy this." His words easing the anxiety that flooded her senses and adding to the thick arousal that pooled in between her thighs. With a heavy sigh, Y/N removes her clothes quickly before sitting on her knees next to Bucky’s head. He places a comforting kiss on the tops of her thighs, encouraging her to properly sit over his head so he could begin the long night of pleasing her.

As soon as Y/N's legs settled on either side of Bucky’s head, his warm tongue licked along her slit. A sharp cry rang out as Y/N's hips jolted forward in surprise, hands gripping tightly on the metal headboard. Strong hands reach up to find purchase on the hips above him, pulling them closer to his body for better access. His eyes staring up into Y/N's, never wavering, just so he could watch her every reaction. His tongue licked and stroked at the sensitive skin, sucking harshly on the swollen clit until Y/N was bucking slightly, fighting the urge to thrust against Bucky’s bearded face. "Fuck my face, babygirl. Cum all over my face." The older man encourages with wet lips. 

With Bucky’s words of encouragement, Y/N gained the confidence to grind onto the man's mouth with a loud moan. "Ah. Fuck. That feels so good." Her hands slide down, tugging roughly on Bucky’s long, soft curls. His groan sends tendrils of pleasure shaking through her limbs, her orgasm hitting her suddenly. Bucky coaxes her through the end of her orgasm, letting her buck wildly against him as he drank down all she had to offer.

"I may just have to make you cum like that again, princess." The man chuckles lowly. "So you better hold on tight baby".

[for-fucks-sake-h]

La Paloma

A/N: A story in which Harry’s cocky talk is about the only thing he can lay on thick. Otherwise known as the realistic sex blurb! In the midst of a lot of smut on this website (myself included) I wanted to do something a little different than “sex god Harry Styles” and show a side of sex that is actually real and common and I think... funny! Thank you to my girls @oh-honey-styles​ @andwhenshesays​ @real-work-of-art​ @haute-romance-quotidienne​ for always encouraging the madness. Happy reading! x 

Word Count: 3.8k || Rated: M (mature), for implied smut, shit talking and a floppy disappointment! 

“Can’t wait to get you home,” he murmured in your ear, his warm breath sending a chill down your neck despite yourself.  

You were surrounded by people, who if they overheard anything he had whispered in your ear, you would have been mortified. Warmth spread to your cheeks as you lifted your shoulder to urge his face away from yours, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as his toned, pink, silk covered front pressed closer to your side.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy.” His palm made its ridiculously slow course of direction from your opposite shoulder, all the way down your spine, until he could grip your hip tightly to keep you close.  You could smell the tequila oozing from his pores, one (or three) too many La Paloma’s if had any sense of it. “Have I told you that tonight?”

“You did tell me,” you confirmed quietly, turning your head to look at him. “A few times, actually.”  

“Tell ya again,” he urged quickly, his hand squeezing your hip once more. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” His voice was slow, the alcohol coating his throat into a subtle rasp. “Never wanted anyone more than you.”  

He was persistent, if anything. And horny. He made that abundantly clear as his intricately patterned hips ticked forward, his groin pressed tightly against the top of your thigh. He crowded every inch of your space, a few random twists of his hair tickling your temple, the silk of his shirt tickling your skin entirely too softly, the subtle hardness of his undeniably impressive length ready and waiting for you.  If you had let him, he would have snuck you into a closet, an earshot away from your distant relatives that attended your cousin's wedding alongside you.  

Your blood boiled with it though; that need, the utter desire you felt deep in your belly.  You almost gave in, almost let him lead you away, almost risked the embarrassment of being the subject of your family's gossip when someone undoubtedly caught you. You didn’t, clearly, what with the way the last hour had been a torturous form of foreplay.  

“H,” you warned, glancing behind him with a timid smile as one of your uncles approached the other end of the bar.  

You were standing just off to the side, in a tiny little nook that had no business being large enough to fit both your bodies. You weren’t even sure how you got there, your mind fuzzy from both your drinks and your boyfriend.  But there you were, listening to the deep timbre of his voice recite, in detail, what he planned to do once he got you alone.  

“What? I can’t love on you?” he faked innocence.  

You laughed softly. “You can if you keep it PG.”   

“Guess that depends,” he pondered with a slow drawl, “does making you come on my face fall under the PG category?”

A dramaticized roll of your eyes had him playfully giggling against your cheek. “Definitely not,” you sighed with a smile.  

“No can do then.”  

“Harry--”  

“Y’drive me crazy, you know that?”

“Feelings mutual,” you chuckled dryly.  

“The worst part... is that I know exactly what’s waiting for me.” His voice lowered, his lips just barely skimming over the corner of your jaw, warm breath caressing your skin once more. “I know you’re wet, and it’s fucking killing me.”  

You were wet, uncomfortably so, and this man did nothing to quell it. If anything, he went out of his way to intensify it. You didn’t miss the way his fingers toyed with his bottom lip periodically throughout the evening, or the way he walked dick first back to you from retrieving drinks in perfectly tailored pants, or that his hands always found purchase on you somewhere; your thigh during the ceremony, your shoulder throughout speeches, the small of your back as he slow danced with you. He kept you close at all times, the warmth of his palm searing into your skin at any given moment.  

You downed the mouthful left in your glass as a distraction, his hooded eyes burning a hole in your face as he watched, his thumb toying with the material of your dress.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, love,” he rasped. “Sinking into you.” He somehow felt closer. “Feeling you clench down on me the way you do.” His hand squeezed your hip. “Hearing you moan my name.” He swallowed harshly, Adam’s apple bobbing out of the corner of your eye. “Watching you come…” he exhaled. “It’s so fucking good.”

There was a moan sitting at the bottom of your throat, begging to escape with every passing word.

“You always feel so good. I just want you on me, wanna be so deep I can’t breathe. It’s like… heaven.”

“Take me home,” you murmured breathlessly.

***

“I want you so bad.”  The whine slipped up your throat, passing Harry’s lips where they were pressed to the delicate skin of your neck.  

When you gave him the green light to leave the reception, you’d never seen him move faster - giving his well wishes and goodbye kisses to everyone that mattered at warped speed. His affection didn’t let up in the car, a warm palm dipping entirely too far between your legs in the back of that town car for you to focus on anything but him.

You both had stumbled through the house as best you could, tugging each other's clothes off on the way, until you were in your bedroom, hands caressing the silk of his broad shoulders as he pulled you closer. His skin was warm against yours, tingles coursing through your veins at his touch. You could hear his panting breath just as much as you could feel it fanning out over your skin between the burning kisses his mouth left behind.  

“That was the longest wedding I’ve ever been to,” he murmured barely audibly as he followed your careless guide towards the bed. “Felt like I was going to explode.”    

Your chuckle was soft as the backs of your legs met the edge of the bed, keeping a tight hold on him as you both fell onto the soft pillow top. He was heavily pressing you into the mattress, quickly slotting himself between your thighs. You pulled him in by the back of his neck, your mouth finding his with a deep kiss, the tiny bit of stubble on his face a stark contrast to the soft skin of his neck.  

He pressed his hips into yours roughly, practically grinding against your core.  The hardness you felt against your hip at the wedding had subsided, the car ride home seemingly giving him time to calm down. But now you wanted him.  

“I’m so wet,” you whispered, eager to feel him after so much build up throughout the night.  

He pulled back just so, a dimple barely forming into his cheek. “Can feel that,” he slurred, the words forming together in one drawn out breath.  

You leaned up to press a kiss to the corner of his puffy mouth, your lips finding their way down his jaw and neck. His hand smoothed down your thigh, squeezing roughly as he pulsed his hips against yours once more. His lips barely made contact with your skin, light kisses being pressed to your chest and neck. He was right there, not even half hard against the apex of your thigh. 

Harry enjoyed himself at the wedding - had his fair share of drinks. You both did, a delightful buzz coursing through your veins as well. You and your boyfriend were very similar that way, equally handsy and eager to be alone once you hit a certain point. It’s more fun being tipsy and horny when you’re in love with each other.  

“You okay?” you asked softly at his ear, feeling his shaky breath against the side of your neck.  

“Mhm,” he hummed, pressing a sloppy kiss to your clammy skin.  “Just give me a minute…” his words trailed off as he pushed himself up on one hand while the other slipped around his cock, giving himself a few slow strokes. And it was a sight to see; watching him play with himself right between your thighs, his stomach clenching both from his position and his hand.  

You couldn’t help yourself from reaching down to brush your knuckles over his hand as a signal to let you wrap your fingers around his cock instead. He happily obliged, choosing to kiss along your cheek and neck once more. You found a slow rhythm with a subtle twist of your wrist just as your mouth sucked a soft kiss from the side of his neck, just below his ear. But something that would normally have him hard in a few strokes, wasn’t doing the trick - three strokes coming and going, going, going, his cock steadily limp in your hand.  

He was breathing heavily against your collar bone as you gave him a few more pumps. His Paloma’s definitely seemed to be inhibiting him now, his tip brushing against your center over and over without so much as a glimmering twitch.  

A frustrated huff came from his pink lips.  “I don’t know what’s going on.”  

“Baby,” you eased as you pulled your hand away. “It’s probably the alcohol.”  

He wordlessly pushed himself up onto his wobbly knees, gripping himself once more as he looked down, a deep furrow dented between his brows. Two more useless strokes and brushing his tip against your core once more had him accepting defeat, falling onto the bed beside you with a disappointed grunt.  “Can still make you feel good,” he mumbled as he scooted the tiniest bit closer to your side.  

He smoothed his hand down your stomach and between your legs, only to brush his fingers just to the left of your clit. You shifted your hips slightly to get him on the right track, trying to help him find his way to where you needed him. And he did, momentarily, until he was too distracted as he tried to kiss your neck, moving off your clit once more.  

You sighed heavily as you turned your head to look at him, which only gave him false encouragement.  

“S’good, yeah?” he asked softly, his lashes blinking heavily back at you.  

You hummed through an extremely soft chuckle as you slowly turned your body towards his, your hand reaching up to cup the side of his face as his hand fell from between your thighs. “Sort of lost it, babe.”

“What? Nooo,” he whined. “Wanna make you feel good.” The pout on his lips was so evident that it almost made you smile, strong arms wrapping around you to pull you close.  His forehead knocked against yours, a soft chuckle coming from his lips as he pushed his weight into you more. “Wanna make you come,” he murmured as he clumsily crawled over you, pressing wet kisses onto the skin of your chest.  His tongue smoothed over your nipple, a zap of pleasure crawling down your spine at the sensation of his teeth scraping against your sensitive skin.  

You weaved your hands into his hair as his lips smoothed down the center of your sternum, his face pressing softly into your stomach. You shifted beneath him as his arms wrapped around your waist, his mouth lazily pressing kisses to your stomach as his weight pressed you into the mattress further.  

“H,” you murmured with a scratch to his head.

“Hm?”

You lifted your head to look down at him as he nuzzled into your skin. “Are you falling asleep?”

“Wha? No…”

“Harry,” you sighed. “Come here.”  You pulled on his arms in an attempt to bring him further up the mattress. He groggily responded, pushing himself up your body until he was laying beside you, arms wrapping around you and legs tangling with yours.  

“M’sorry, love. Can’t keep my eyes open.”  

“Sh, it’s okay.”  

He squeezed you tighter as he tucked his face into your neck, your chin resting on the top of his head. “Promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”  

Sleep overcame him immediately, a content sigh falling from his lips before soft snores were escaping his open mouth. It was as endearing as it was annoying. After all that build up, all his shit talking, it was almost comical now. Or at the very least, you had to laugh, because otherwise you would cry of sexual frustration.

So you laid there, willing your mind to settle enough to fall asleep - all while Harry blissfully snored, his body radiating even more heat against your already too warm skin.

***

Was there anything worse than being woken up by a charley horse in your calf? In the grand scheme of the world? Yes. But in that exact moment? When shooting pain stabbed through your leg like a worn down razor blade?  No, there was nothing worse.  A night of drinking everything but water would do that do you though.  

You whined as you shot up from your pillow, whimpering as you attempted to massage the sore muscle, curling and uncurling your toes, breathing heavily as the cramp twisted tighter.

“God damn it,” you cursed quietly as you rubbed your fingers into the tense muscle, releasing a slow breath when the pain finally started to subside.  

And if that wasn’t bad enough, your boyfriend snored peacefully beside you, completely unaware of your turmoil as he cuddled a spare pillow close to his chest.  Was it his fault that you had a charley horse? Obviously not… but somehow you felt like it should be. Especially when you looked over at him drooling on his pillow, back muscles fully on display, hair a mess, puffy mouth hanging open - beautifully infuriating, all at once.    

So before you took your pillow and smothered him with it, you got out of bed, slowly easing onto the traitor leg before nakedly trudging to the bathroom for a shower.  He was in the exact same position when you returned with wet hair and fresh skin, and when you returned an hour and a half later with a neatly folded basket of laundry, he was still in the same position.  You were half tempted to hover your face in front of his mouth, make sure he was still breathing, just when a hiccuped snore escaped him as he wrapped himself around the pillow more.

You padded over to his side of the bed quietly, taking in the long lashes spread across the tops of his cheeks and the hair that was matted between his temple and the pillow, before carefully reaching out to stroke the backs of your fingers across his clammy cheek.  His skin was soft despite the impossible heat, pungently sweating out the last remnants of alcohol coursing through his system.  

There was a part of you that wanted to wake him up, mostly because you missed him (you were supposed to spend the day together) and partly because you couldn’t possibly forget what went on the night before. You would be lying if you said it didn’t linger in the back of your mind all morning, the reminder making itself present as soon as the water touched your skin in the shower, a surprising similarity to his touch - burning hot and completely encompassing.  

But you loved him, so with a huff and a roll of your eyes, you left him there to snooze away.

It was nearly dinner time before you heard the ensuite shower turn on from where you were perched in an oversized dark leather chair in the living room.  You stayed put, wrapped in a blanket with your Kindle and a cup of tea when he finally appeared in a pair of athletic shorts and a Kendrick Lamar hoodie with the word DAMN. written across the chest, hair still damp and sticking up in every direction.    

“Good afternoon,” you greeted, receiving a subtle look over his shoulder.  

“What’s so good about it?”

Your eyebrows rose as you peered at the back of his head while he filled his water jug from the fridge.  

“Wow,” you chuckled softly, entertained by his pouty face. “I mean, you’ve been relaxing in bed all day while I folded all your underwear. Sounds pretty good to me,” you shrugged.  

“Feel like shit,” he shook his head as he made his way towards you, plopping down on the sofa with a loud sigh.  

“Well, yeah, nine Paloma’s will do that to you.”  

“Didn’t have nine,” he grumbled before he chugged nearly his entire jug of water.  

“I was being gracious, babe. Think you had more than nine,” you laughed.  

He shot you a dirty look before his lips twitched with a small smile.  “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.”  

“Fine?” he scoffed, eyebrows high on his forehead. “Would have thought more than fine, love.”

“Why’s that?” you laughed.  

“Y’know,” he smirked, a smug look crossing his face as he playfully raised his eyebrows a few times.    

You furrowed your brows in confusion, watching as your boyfriend gave you a tenacious look of pride.  

“Uh,” you chuckled. “I don’t know.”  

“Last night?” He looked at you expectantly. “When we got home? Was good, yeah?”  

You snorted a laugh, suddenly realizing that he wasn’t joking judging by the cross look on his face, brows furrowed deeply.  

“When you passed out on me?”  

His confused blink had you laughing again, watching as he seemingly tried to piece together the pieces of your non-existent rendezvous.  

“Didn't pass out on you,” he argued.

“Ya did, baby.”  

His bottom lip pouted out just barely as he contemplated your words, eyelashes blinking softly. “Well shit,” he huffed dramatically. “Musta dreamt it.”

You barked one loud, singular laugh. “Glad dream me got some at least.”  

His laugh was infectious and heart felt, his eyes crinkling endearingly.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” you roll your eyes, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“I would make it up to you now but I’m afraid I’ll throw up in your mouth.”  

“That’s so hot,” you deadpanned. “Don’t think I’ve ever been more attracted to you.”  

He smiled timidly, a faint blush crawling across his cheeks ever so slightly. Before he could say anything else, you started to stand up from your blanket cocoon. “Well, not-laid me is going to make some dinner while you… I don’t know, do whatever you’re gonna do with this,” you waved your hand in front of him, motioning to his hungover state.  

He didn’t follow you, even though you half expected him to, and when you returned only 25 minutes later, he was fast asleep on the couch with your abandoned blanket draped over him.  

You released a sigh, accepting that the day was gone by that point, and went back to the kitchen to eat alone.  You cleaned up once you were finished and quietly put the leftovers in the fridge while Harry slept on the sofa before you poured yourself a glass of wine and headed upstairs.  

It wasn't until you were settled in the tub for a bit, topping off another dose of hot water as the bubbles slowly disintegrated around you that the door to the ensuite slowly started to open.  He looked like a puppy that had gotten into a trash can, tail between his legs and a guilty look on his face.  

“Good nap?” you asked as you sunk into the hot water again before tilting your head back to finish off your wine.  

He didn’t say anything from where he stood leaning against the door, watching you with his temple propped on the woods edge.  You glanced over when a few silent beats passed, eyes meeting his gradually.  You didn’t say anything, didn’t offer anything else up, but that seemed to jumpstart him enough to push himself off the door and actually enter the bathroom, heading straight for the vanity to wordlessly brush his teeth.    

You focused on the hot water as it eased your sore muscles rather than the sound of Harry gargling a couple feet away. And once he was finished, he appeared beside you, crouched down next to the freestanding tub, elbows propped on the ledge for balance while his disheveled hair and the look on his face tugged on your heart strings.  

“Sorry I’ve been useless today,” he spoke softly, a subtle frown pulling at the corners of his mouth.  

“It’s okay,” you eased. “You’ll have other days off.”  

“I know, but still.”  Full days off for him were few and far between as of late. “Promised you the day. And promised you other things too apparently... haven’t held up my end at all.”  

“H,” you sighed. “It’s fine, really.”  

You knew your boyfriend, you knew that he was hard on himself sometimes. Pair that with his ego being a bit bruised and you had the perfect recipe for a pity party, which judging by his face, he already arrived at the party long ago.  

“You can make it up to me another day,” you added softly, lifting your hand from the water to smooth down the outside of his misshaped eyebrow.  

He caught your hand before it dropped back into the water and pressed his mouth to the inside of your wrist. “I love you.”  His words were spoken against your skin, his eyes closed as he pressed another kiss to the same spot.  

“I love you too.”  

He released your wrist in favor of cupping your cheek, the warmth from your bath evident beneath his thumb when he stroked it against the apple while the rest of his fingers softly rested against your neck.  

His lips were warm and minty when they met yours, the softest slip of his tongue making your skin tingle with goosebumps.  

“Well…” his hand slowly trailed down your neck to cup your shoulder, your bicep, your elbow. “I can make some of it up to you now.”  

His voice lowered minutely, taking on the tone that made the depths of your stomach twist delightfully.  

“Thought you felt like barfing?” you asked as you stretched your arms up over your head, your chest extending out of the water as beads of bubbles cascaded down your breasts.    

“Feel better now.” His response was quick, immediate, eager. You didn’t miss the way his eyes trailed down your body, his hand caressing the back of your arm softly.    

You shrugged. “Maybe later.”  

Your eyes didn’t leave his when you extended your foot out of the tub to press on the bottom of the faucet's handle, effectively pushing it up and all the way over to the left to fill the tub with some burning hot water for the third time that evening.  

“I charge interest, yanno.” An expectant raise of your brow accentuated your words.     

A subtle smirk tugged on his lips - he knew exactly what you meant; the eager glint in his eye, the soft flutter of his lashes. It looked eerily similar to his expressions throughout the wedding, as if he was imaging all the ways he could devour you if you’d just let him. All the ways he could pay you back, how many times he could make it up to you.  

A bit of waiting never hurt anyone. If anything, it made it sweeter in the end.  

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I Hate You - F.W

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Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Requested/About: Enemies to lovers smut! Fred is constantly getting his classmate into trouble, and Y/N is finding herself spending more of her evenings in detention with him - her hate for him growing. One evening, something out of the ordinary happens between them. 

Warnings: 18+ swearing, mention of blood, smut, fingering, handjob, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex.

"Stop shaking the desk!" you hissed at your transfiguration partner.

Fred smirked and squinted at you "no" he replied, his ego popping out in his voice "if you've got a problem go and sit somewhere else"

You watched Fred waving his wand at the mouse that cowered in front of him, letting out little squeaks each time Fred failed to transform it into a large cotton bud.

How this feud started between the two of you - you couldn't remember - you were past caring. All you know is that Fred hates you, and you hate him, his face pisses you off and your face - your body frustrates him.

He thought about you constantly, almost as if you were invading his mind on purpose just to taunt him - you appeared in his dreams and he couldn't stop it, he couldn't figure out why this was happening - why he would dream of you feeling nothing but hatred, only to wake up with his ejaculate spilling on his bedsheets.

"Don't ask me for any help during potions class, then." You replied, taking out your wand, the mouse suddenly going stiff, then turning round fluffy, losing its legs, ears, facial features, and tail.

Fred scowled at you, poking the cotton bud with the tip of his wand "I wasn't going to" he slouched back in his chair, pulling apart what once was the mouse, grumbling under his breath. "This is kids stuff" he huffed "It's only why you're good at it."

You rolled your eyes and snatched the cotton bud out of his hands, 'Reparo!' putting it back together and transforming the bud back into the innocent, shy, creature that curled up into and started to tremble in your hands.

"Miss Y/L/N, I think your partner can do his own work" Miss McGonagall spoke out, staring down at you whilst walking past your desk "Sit up Mr Weasley!" she hissed at Fred, hurrying to the front of the classroom.  

Fred sighed and sat up grudgingly, "It's alright for you, being a good girl who never makes mistakes, who everyone loves so dearly."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes "you talk so much shit, Fred Weasley!" you huffed "I actually spend my time revising because I actually make mistakes, something I'm sure you've never given the time of day to work on!"

Fred huffed "You sound just like my brother Percy, it's as if he never bloody left!"

Whilst the back and forth continued to unfold between you and Fred, the class was dismissed, everyone leaving - you and Fred didn't notice, too wrapped up in arguing, his brother George and friend Lee stayed behind, watching and enjoying the entertainment.

"Well, you know what!" you raised your voice, picking up your bag and pushing your books inside "sod you! you're on your own next lesson, don't come begging when Snape rips you a new one!" you stood up from your chair and stormed off.

"Nice one Fred" George called out, walking out of the great hall and towards the dungeons "you're going to suffer in there, mate."

Fred pulled a sour face "she's the most obnoxious bitch I've ever met"

Unfortunately for Fred, you were in earshot of his insult "Obnoxious bitch?" you laughed out, catching up to him "lads like you are all the same, threatened by smarter women"

George laughed, bashing Fred in the ribs with his elbow, Fred felt mortified and could feel himself wanting to grab you and shove you against a wall, the thought of doing it however made him feel something he didn't want to admit...

he couldn't

no way

feelings for you? oh please...

Fred rattled his brain, trying hard to shake this intruding feeling out of him, he hates you, love is out of the question, anything intimate is a red flag.

"Well, with what you lack in looks and personality you make up for in IQ, I'm not threatened by you, you're just disgusting to look at and be around. My skiving Snack boxes wouldn't change your appearance you're that bloody ugly." he snapped.

Ugly.

Your heart pained at the word, why? you didn't know, whenever anyone attacked your looks and your body, you didn't care, it meant nothing to you - so why your heart is suddenly hurting did more than baffled you.

Why should you care?

It's not like you're in love with him or anything

You could feel your stomach doing flips, your blood boiling, how dare he!

"it's a shame because your dick will never match the size of your ego, regardless if it's flaccid or hard." You snapped back, pushing past him, bashing into him on purpose, storming towards the dark and dingy dungeons.

Fred went bright red, infuriated that you shamed him in front of his twin, especially for something that he believed determined his value as a man, his blood - like yours, now also boiling.

He wanted to storm after you, grab you by the wrist, pull you into him so you couldn't escape, he wanted to stare down at you whilst demanding an apology, hell, he wanted to show you - show you just how wrong you were.

"Come on now, Freddie" George spoke out, breaking him out of his thoughts "don't let her bother you, all the lasses say shit like that - if you let her get under your skin, she's winning."

she's winning

Fred couldn't and wouldn't allow that to happen, never in a million years - you wouldn't get away with embarrassing him like this, you were in for it, without a clue of what Fred is capable of.

Potions were nothing short of pure hell, you weren't able to switch seats, forced to endure two long hours with Fred who had never looked so angry before, he shot daggers at you, practically seething and speaking through gritted teeth when he needed to look over the ingredients and steps.

"I told you not to bother asking me for help" you snarled, stirring your cauldron, Snape watching the two of you argue in pleasure behind his test papers he should be marking instead.

Fred huffed "Well until you budge over, quit being greedy and let me pick what I need or I'll keep bloody asking!"

You bit your tongue, trying not to swear "Look, you forgot your book, either go and ask Snape if he has a spare or bugger off!"

Fred could feel himself losing his temper, his body temperature increasing, his heart thumping, his fists bunching.

"The two of you will have plenty of time to discuss during detention" Snape spoke, dragging out his words.

You shot Fred an angry look, your eyes widening and your nostrils flaring, Fred looked back at you, shaking his head whilst your Professor walked away, causing the two of you to argue even more.

"Look what you've done now! Thanks a lot!" you raised your voice, stirring your cauldron so angrily, specks of dark amber liquid splashed onto the desk and your skirt, hissing away.

Fred scoffed and stood up, snatching your book away from you, gripping it in his hand "What I've done?" he shook his head "You've caused this!"

"One more word and one detention will become a week's worth," Snape warned.

"Caused what?" You stood up, puffing out your chest "I haven't done anything! You're just an idiot, a dumb idiot who is jealous because I'm going somewhere in life and you aren't because you're fucking stupid!" You yelled, the whole room becoming silent.

Fred stared at you, his heart hurting, he wanted to cry.

idiot, dumb, fucking stupid, going nowhere in life.

"You're a fucking bitch, who everyone laughs at, who everyone thinks is a loser!" He yelled back.

These two weeks of detention would change everything and the two of you had no idea.

Arriving early in the Hospital Wing which surprisingly had empty beds that had been stripped from their bedding, Madame Pomfrey waved you over to her, a forced smile spreading across her face.

"You're rather early"

"I know" you sighed "It's to make up for Fred being late" you grumbled, the thought of hours with him this evening making your head pound.

"Well," Madam Pomfrey wandered around the hospital wings, laying out dirty bedsheets, pillowcases, pyjamas, empty dishes, and medicine bottles "the two of you - when he arrives - will be cleaning everything, without magic" she emphasised that last part, "I thought I'd be rather easy on you this time, you won't be scrubbing any bedpans this week."

You nodded, realising that she wouldn't be sticking around to watch you or Fred, you walked up to the long table and popped on the large purple rubber gloves, sitting down on the stool, waiting for your nightmare to turn up.

"You can only start when he arrives" Madame Pomfrey reminded you "Whatever you can't finish, you'll do tomorrow, and if there are any patients, you'll have extra work." She walked out of the hospital wing, leaving you behind, the waiting game beginning.

Two hours passed by, two long and dreadfully boring hours, you stared at Fred's matching purple gloves, itching to just get started and clean up; but you couldn't.

Instead, you filled the large bucket with laundry detergent, there was no point in adding any hot water, it would be left to cool anyway if Fred didn't show up soon.

Fred waltzed in, laughing and waving goodbye to his twin, shutting the door behind him. His face dropped when he met your eyes, he noticed your gloves and smirked, laughing lightly "you look ridiculous."

"I don't care what you think," you snapped "You're two hours late, everything just piles up you know, it doesn't just go away."

Fred pulled out the wand from his pocket "Oh come off it, love."

Love?!

Fred fell quiet, he felt embarrassed, mortified, and you stared at him confused, horrified even, your eyebrows knitted together. You brushed his mistake aside, knowing that pulling him up about it would just strengthen the argument.

"We can't use magic." You pointed to the line of buckets, sponges, scrubbers, mop, and broom "Everything has to be done by hand, the muggle way."

Fred's face fell, even more, something you thought wasn't possible, you picked up his matching purple rubber gloves and threw them at him "put them on."

Fred wanted to argue, but he couldn't, he didn't know what to say - the feelings inside of him confusing him, making him question everything, he felt sick, he could feel a strange fluttering inside of his stomach, something he only felt when he was in love.

Why was he feeling this now? How was he such a thing... love for you? He hates you.

Fred caught the rubber gloves and put them on, not saying a word. You filled up the empty buckets with warm water, the cleaning liquid making the water foam up with bubbles.

"You sweep" you passed him the boom "I'll mop after you've done, we'll take turns washing the bedding, pyjamas, dishes and bottles."

Fred's hate for you suddenly went through another wave, the fire igniting in his belly, he snatched the broom from you. "Just shut up and let's get on with it." He snapped, starting to sweep the dusty, grimey floor.

You walked away from him and sat down, huffing so the hair in your face moved away over your head, you placed the bucket on your lap, grabbed the pyjama shirt and laundry stain remover soap and started to scrub, focusing hard on the fresh spots of blood.

"I wasn't the one who turned up two hours late," you muttered under your breath, scrubbing the shirt harder, the red liquid slowly getting lighter.

Fred had swept the majority of the floor, he looked over at you, stopped sweeping and glared.

"Shut up," he grumbled

You grinned, the sight of him in purple gloves making you burst out into laughter.

"You look ridiculous" you laughed, dunking the pyjama shirt into the warm water, the stain finally lifting and ready to dry.

Fred dropped the broom, its long wooden handle clanked against the floor, you looked up at him as he stormed over to you, pulling off his gloves and throwing them across the room.

The way he walked with the expression on his face made you flutter, your crotch heating up and getting excited as he inched closer and closer to you, his hands now gripping on the table. You sighed and placed the bucket on the table, squeezing the water out of the pyjama top and handing it up to dry, Fred still staring at you.

You turned around, looking into his gorgeous brown eyes, sighing and pulling off your rubber gloves, setting them down on the table.

"What?"

"Don't what me."

"Well stop staring!"

Fred pushed the buckets of water off the table angrily, the water splashing as the buckets collided with the swept floor, the foamy and suddy water spilling everywhere.

"What was that for!" you yelled.

Fred reached out for you over the table and pulled you into him, he couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't ignore these feelings, his feelings, his wants, his needs, he couldn't deny himself of you anymore. When his lips crashed against yours, something that you couldn't describe clicked, like the missing piece to a puzzle, and you kissed back.

The kiss was hungry, passionate, lustful, and the two of you just wanted to fuck.

Your hands got lost in his hair, pulling at it as Fred gripped onto your waist, both of you now mounting the table, the dishes, bottles, bedding, and pyjamas fell on the floor, absorbing the water.

Moaning against his lips, Fred's hands pulled at your top, you moved your hands away from his hair and lifted your arms up, your top being pulled up before falling to the floor, being soaked by the water. The sight of you in your bra made Fred's face heat up and go red, he quickly unfastened your bra, unable to control himself.

He took your breast into his mouth, sucking your nipple, you lolled your head back and moaned, one of your hands held his gentle face as he sucked, the other fell down to his trousers, slowly undoing the buttons and pulling down his zipper. Your hand sneaked underneath the waistband of his boxers and you took hold of his erect length - you were wrong - his cock was as big as his ego, and you knew when you were able to look at it, it would be even bigger.

Fred's free hand dived under your skirt and went into your underwear, whilst wanking him off his index circled around your entrance hole - you were so wet, the thought of being this close to him usually repulsed you - but right now, you wanted nothing more than him inside of you, fucking you as much as he hated you.

His index finger slowly pushed inside of you, you moaned out and tugged on his cock harder, he started to finger you faster, knowing part of him was inside you made you so wet, and got you so excited. Fred added his middle finger, now pumping them faster as your walls tightened around his fingers, he pulled off your red and saliva coated nipple and attacked your neck with kisses, then sucking, leaving his marks all over you.

Fred pushed you down on your back so your body was now pressed against the cool table, he continued to finger fuck you, you pulled down his trousers and boxers with both hands, already missing the feeling of his throbbing cock filling one of them. You glanced down - you were definitely wrong - his length was large, definitely outshining his ego.

"You wanted me to shut up, didn't you?" you asked Fred, he pulled away from sucking on your neck, a confused expression formed on his face.

"Is that what you want?" he smirked, catching on "you want me to shut you up with my cock?" he withdrew his fingers, now coated with your juices, sucking them clean.

Fred leaned back, taking his cock in his hand "go on then" he encouraged you "suck my cock."

"Make me."

Fred grabbed you by the hair - but not roughly or too hard - you were actually quite surprised by his gentleness. You were on your knees now, sucking Fred's large length, choking on it as you went down deeper and deeper, taking more of him in your mouth.

Fred loved the sight of you sucking him off, the sight of your mouth being so full you couldn't say something stupid, the sound of you choking made him happy, he was finally shutting you up - but part of him didn't want to shut you up, he wanted to listen to you speaking about your interests, your hobbies, what you thought of Hogsmeade and Zonko's Joke Shop.

This part of him pulled you off him, you caught your breath and wiped away the laces of saliva that were hanging from your mouth, swinging as you moved back with the back of your hand. Fred pulled you into a kiss, this time it wasn't lustful, it was gentle, caring, soft - it made your heart skip a beat and it made you weak at the knees.

Once more, your back was against the table, Fred pulled down your skirt and knickers whilst still kissing you, your hands back in his hair, massaging his scalp, Fred propped your legs around his hips, you pulled him closer to you.

Fred grabbed out a condom, but you stopped him.

"Don't bother with that crap" you sighed, wanting him inside you already "I'm on the pill."

Fred nodded, confident that this would be enough, and he applied lube onto his length.

You wondered why he had brought condoms and a sache of lube, Fred didn't know why - he never usually carried these items, but after weeks of the same dreams that he couldn't explain - that small part of him kept telling him, over and over to bring it.

Fred looked into your eyes, searching for your permission, you nodded your head.

"I'm ready, Freddie." you breathed.

Freddie.

He had never expected you - of all people - to call him that, but he liked it, and he hoped that he could hear it again.

Fred rubbed his erect length against your folds teasingly, and then slowly pushed himself inside of you, the two of you moaned and exhaled - he felt amazing - stretching you out, and your walls felt amazing - tightening around him. He started to fuck you faster, his large length plunging deeper inside of you as he bucked his hips, your legs tightened around him, as did your walls, your hands now resting on his back, your fingernails digging into him leaving marks of your own.

His moans were beautiful - perhaps the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. How could you hate him? How could you be so mean to him, insult him, mock him and shame him, he was perfect, everything about him - your heart now reaching out to his - how could you be so wrong?

You didn't hate him, you were madly in love with him.

Fred couldn't take his eyes off you and your body - the perfect shape and size of your breasts, your tummy, the feeling of your insides engulfing him in warmth, your gorgeous eyes staring into his, the feeling of your fingers tips gliding over his back, then your fingernails scratching him.

Fred felt stupid, he felt awful for what he said to you - the way he treated you - calling you ugly - you were far from such a thing. This moment felt better and meant more than any dream he ever had - this was real, this was the moment he had been waiting for - his heart finally finding yours.

"Fuck!" you moaned out, reaching the edge "Please don't stop, fuck me, I want to cum!" you wailed.

Fred couldn't stop, he didn't want to, even if he was getting tired and over working himself.

He continued to fuck you, feeling himself getting close, you lolled your head back, your eyes rolling in the back of your head and released - your cum spilling onto his length, your moans filling the hospital wing. Your orgasm face pushed Fred over the edge, he spilt himself inside you and collapsed, holding you in his arms.

The two of you said nothing, you were trying to make sense of this all, and you were in trouble - after tonight, you would have a lot of explaining to do - not just to one another, but to Madame Pomfrey who would be back in half an hour.

After coming to, Fred pulled out his wand and dried your clothes, so toastie to put back on. You started to mop the floor as Fred speedily washed the pillow cases and bed sheets, hanging them up to dry, then starting on the dishes. With the floor sparkling clean, you joined him, cleaning and rinsing the bottles.

"You're not an idiot" You spoke out, breaking the awkward silence "You're not dumb either, and I don't doubt that you're going to go far in life."

This meant a lot to Fred, it made him feel secure.

"You're not ugly" Fred replied, scrubbing another bowl "You're not an obnoxious bitch."

Looking up at Fred, into his deep brown eyes, your pursed your lips for a moment.

"I don't hate you."

"I don't either."

"I don't want to hate you, I-"

"I feel things for you too, Y/N."

Madame Pomfrey burst through the door, staring at the rows of dirty bowls and bottles that needed cleaning.

"Looks like you two will be back here tomorrow!"

You and Fred shared a glance, smiling, with a flush of pink across your cheeks.

These two weeks were the start of something special.

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