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[spencerreidenjoyer]

lovebird | spencer reid x reader

Spencer's little girl sets you and her dad up.

wc: 3.3k, rating: teen

tags/warnings: 2+1, kindergarten teacher!reader, single girldad!spencer, fluff, meet-cute, implied sex, use of "Y/N" because this fic would've been impossible to write without it oops

a/n: not sure what possessed me to write this, but i finished writing this in about 2 days lmao. girldad!spencer loml. thank you to my lovely friends over on twitter who fuelled my insanity. for this fic i have season 10 spencer in mind/later seasons spencer who's just full on daddy at that point <3 (also crossposted on ao3!)

Sunday

You’re at the grocery store in a ratty t-shirt and sweats, picking out fucking cereal when you hear the pitter-patter of footsteps running towards you, and a sweet, high-pitched voice calling your name. 

It’s one of your students, Ellie Reid, holding a box of cereal that’s half her height, and she comes up to you in the aisle. 

“Ellie? What are you doing here?” You ask sweetly, pushing your hair out of your face before you squat down to meet Ellie’s height. 

“My daddy wanted to get groceries. He said we would go together. But he had to pick up the phone, and I wanted to help look for the things Daddy needs.”

Her dad, Dr. Spencer Reid, is an FBI agent and a single dad to Ellie. He’s one of the best parents you’ve had this year – the fancy kindergarten you teach at lends itself to spoiled brats and uptight parents, but Dr. Reid and Ellie are a welcome reprieve in a usually stuffy environment. You’re pleased to see her here, on a weekend, but less pleased with the fact that she’s alone. 

“Oh, wow! You’re so helpful, Ellie,” you say, holding her arm gently. “I���m sure your dad is really thankful. But you shouldn’t have walked off alone. I’m glad you found me.”

“Why?” 

“Because it’s not safe for you to walk around alone in the grocery store, Ellie,” you smile. “Let’s go find your dad.”

Ellie nods, her cheeks ruddy and when you hold out your hand for her to hold, Ellie’s little hand wraps around two of your fingers. “Did you come to the grocery store alone? It’s not safe.”

“I did come alone. But I’m an adult, so it’s okay. You’re little, Ellie, so you should only walk around with your dad.” You lead Ellie down aisle after aisle, walking past canned food and bags of chips and walls lined with bottles of drinks. 

“But you shouldn’t walk around alone if it’s dangerous. When we find my daddy maybe he can protect you too!” Ellie says confidently. 

When did this grocery store feel so big? You can’t find Dr. Reid anywhere, and you feel a rising panic in your chest. You have half a mind to pull up the school’s contact information in your phone, but you hear Dr. Reid’s voice calling his daughter’s name, and both you and Ellie turn around.

“Daddy!” Ellie shrieks, almost dropping the box of cereal in her arms as she dashes toward her father. She almost trips as she closes the distance, thankfully landing in her father’s arms before she does fall. 

Dr. Reid scoops her up, holding her tightly. “You had me worried, sweetheart.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” Ellie mumbles against her father’s shoulder. “But I found Miss Y/N and she helped me find you!”

“I told her not to run off alone in the future,” you say. “Right, Ellie?” 

The sweet girl nods. She giggles into Dr. Reid’s shoulder, and his hand comes up to pat her back, a soothing gesture.

“I’m glad it was you she bumped into,” Dr. Reid says, sighing with relief. “I wouldn’t know I would do with myself if–”

“It’s okay, Dr. Reid,” you assure him. “It’s not a problem at all. You’re– You’re doing a great job with her.”

“Thank you for saying that. I– I’ll see you at the parent-teacher meeting next Friday, right?”

“Yeah, next Friday.” You smile at him. “Have a good day, Dr. Reid. Bye, Ellie!”

“Bye!” Ellie, sweet girl, waves excitedly, her gummy smile overtaking her face. Dr. Reid walks toward the checkout, holding Ellie with one hand and pushing his shopping cart with the other. 

You feel how warm your cheeks are when Dr. Reid and Ellie are finally out of sight, your hand clammy around the handle of your shopping basket. You slap your cheek lightly, willing yourself to pull yourself together.

The way your heart flutters whenever you see Dr. Reid is a cause for concern, and you wonder if you should see a doctor about it. 

Dr. Spencer Reid is a marvel. He’s admirable, juggling his job at the FBI with raising a little girl all on his own, and he’s both a great profiler and a great dad. He’s incredibly sweet with Ellie and incredibly kind to you, which you unfortunately don’t get a lot, especially with the kinds of parents you deal with. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome: his hair is slightly long, wavy and messy in a way that frames his face just right, not to mention the stubble that makes him look that much hotter.

Your little crush on Dr. Reid is certainly inappropriate, but over the parent-teacher meetings and interacting with him when he drops off and picks up his daughter from school, you can’t help yourself from falling for him. 

Tuesday

Ellie Reid is a smart girl, that you know, but you're blindsided by her genius one day at recess. You’re monitoring all the kids at the playground when Ellie comes up to you. She has a contorted look on her face but she says, “Miss Y/N, I fell.”

“You did? Are you feeling okay?” You ask, squatting down to match her height. You look at her knees – not a speck of dirt nor a red spot from falling down.

“My knee hurts. Can you call my daddy?”

“Does it hurt badly? I’ll take you to see the nurse if it does,” you say, not entirely understanding the situation. You’ve never met a four-year-old who wouldn’t be in tears over tripping and falling, even if the injury wasn’t severe. 

The look on Ellie’s face makes you think that she’s trying to match your expectations of what she should be feeling. “It doesn't hurt bad. I just want my daddy to come pick me up. Can you call him?”

You try not to furrow your brow at the strange request. You’re usually trusted to handle any little accidents and mishaps with the children, but at Ellie’s insistence of calling her father, you feel like you should. 

(It’s certainly not spurred on by seeing him at the grocery store last weekend.)

“Alright, Ellie. I’ll call your dad and see what he says, okay?”

“Okay, Miss Y/N,” Ellie says, smiling at you. You get her to sit down on the bench next to you and your co-teacher to oversee the kids before fish your phone out from your pocket to dial Dr. Reid’s number. As you wait for the call to go through, Ellie looks at you with wide, expectant eyes. You smile at her.

On the third ring, Dr. Reid picks up. “Hello?” 

“Hi, Dr. Reid. This is Miss Y/N from Ellie’s school. I’m calling to inform you that Ellie fell on the playground during recess.”

“Oh, my. Is she alright?” You hear Dr. Reid’s voice grow concerned. Ellie looks up at you, and you look the little girl up and down one more time just to be sure.

“Yes, she is. I checked and she doesn’t have any scrapes or bruises. She says her knee hurts, but that she’s also fine. Usually, we don’t call parents over small mishaps like this, but Ellie insisted that I call you.”

“I see,” Dr. Reid hums, his tone indecipherable. “Can I talk to her?”

“Sure thing, Dr. Reid,” you say. You hold the phone out to Ellie as you put the call on speakerphone and tell her, “Your dad wants to speak to you, Ellie.”

Ellie is polite, but clearly excited as she yells, “Hi, Daddy!” 

“Woah! Hi, Ellie,” Dr. Reid laughs, his serious tone while he was speaking to you gone, talking to his daughter with a delightful whimsy. “Miss Y/N told me you fell on the playground today. Does it hurt?”

“No,” Ellie answers, but she looks up quickly at you. “I mean, yes. Just a little. It doesn’t hurt too bad anymore.”

You hide your smile, and you think you can hear the smile in Dr. Reid’s voice as he says, “Okay, sweet girl, that’s good.”

“Can you come and pick me up right now, Daddy?” Ellie asks, a little whiny. It’s adorable, though. 

“Well, it’s only ten in the morning, honey,” Dr. Reid bargains. “And I know you have art class later, right? Don’t you want to stay around for that?”

“I do!” Ellie says eagerly. “Oh, I love art class!”

“I know you do, honey,” Dr. Reid assures. “So, do you feel okay enough to stick around in class until Daddy comes to pick you up at the end of the day?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Ellie nods, even though Dr. Reid can’t see her. “But you have to come pick me up!”

“I always do, Ellie,” Dr. Reid laughs, making Ellie laugh along too. “Okay, honey. Go on and play with your friends. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay! Bye, Daddy! I love you!”

“Bye! I love you too, Ellie!” Dr. Reid matches Ellie’s excitable energy, and Ellie giggles before she runs off to play again. His voice returns to a calm but engaged sort of energy. “Well, that was something.”

“She seems fine,” you say, switching the speakerphone off as you hold your phone back up to your ear. “I’m sorry to bother you in the middle of your work day, Dr. Reid.”

“Oh, please, it’s not a bother at all,” Dr. Reid laughs gently. “I love talking to Ellie. She might miss me or something, if she had to fake a fall so you would call me.”

“Perhaps,” you say, slightly surprised that Dr. Reid would be so quick to call out his daughter’s bluff. Some of the other parents would rip your throat out if you even insinuated their child was in the wrong. “I’ll still keep an eye out for her.”

“Thanks, Miss Y/N,” Dr. Reid insists. “Besides, it’s always a pleasure getting a call from you.”

You don’t remember if you thank him before he hangs up, because all you can think about is Dr. Reid saying he enjoys talking to you.

After putting your phone away, you press your hands to your warm cheeks in an effort to calm yourself and your beating heart down. 

Dr. Reid is one of the last parents to come by during pickup. It’s a somewhat regular occurrence, with Dr. Reid’s busy and hectic job. You are never bothered by spending extra time with Ellie, and you know Dr. Reid always tries his best to pick Ellie up as soon as he can. He usually makes regular pickup so you never get to exchange more than a few words with him, but days like today aren’t necessarily rare either. But considering your interaction on Sunday, you’re secretly pleased with how it’s worked out. 

Only you and Ellie are left in the classroom, you having told your co-teacher to clock out first. You’re pleasantly surprised when there’s a knock on the door frame, Dr. Reid standing there in a cardigan and a button-up shirt with his dress pants. “Ellie!”

His hair is somehow more fluffy and messy than you’d seen him at the grocery store, but it just makes him look even more soft and domestic. You try not to look at Dr. Reid with hearts in your eyes as Ellie shrieks and runs towards him, Dr. Reid picking her up easily and swinging her around before he holds her tight. “Hi, sweet girl.”

“Daddy!” Ellie giggles. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you too, honey,” Dr. Reid coos, pressing a kiss to the top of Ellie’s head. Your insides melt, gooey at the tooth-rottingly sweet display in front of you. “Were you a good girl for Miss Y/N today?”

“Uh-huh!” Ellie nods, her gummy smile absolutely adorable. 

“She was a pleasure,” you add. “Hello, Dr. Reid.”

“Hello again.” Dr. Reid smiles. “It’s nice to see you. Are you doing well?”

“Yes, I am. Other than Ellie’s little incident, today was thankfully uneventful. Thank you for asking.”

Dr. Reid’s face scrunches up in an extremely endearing way, like it’s obvious that he’d want to know about… you. “Of course. I like to know you’re doing well. It’s great to hear.”

You feel like you don’t know what to say to that, perhaps a little too caught up in your little crush on him to come up with a coherent response. You laugh shyly, tucking your hair behind your ear. Dr. Reid has set Ellie down, and she wanders around the classroom, fidgeting with the pencils on the tables, but doesn’t stray too far from her dad. “Ellie seems to be fine from earlier, but you might want to check in with her again.”

“I will,” Dr. Reid says, nodding. “Oh! I almost forgot–”

You look on as Dr. Reid fumbles in his satchel, pulling a crumpled paper bag out. The paper bag looks bulky, oil stains seeped through on the sides and on the bottom. “Oh, it looks bad. It’s good, I promise– It’s a chocolate muffin from this really good bakery near my office. I just thought I’d get you one. Since you’re so helpful with Ellie. Especially today.”

Dr. Reid holds it out for you, and you scramble to step forward and take it. “Thank you, Dr. Reid, you- You didn’t have to. It’s my job to look after Ellie, after all. Not that it’s a burden, or just a job, I mean– Ellie’s great. She’s one of our brightest, but don’t tell any of the other parents that.”

Dr. Reid smiles so bright you feel like you could feel the warmth radiating from him. “I won’t, if I bump into any of them at the parent-teacher meeting.”

You bite your lip, smiling, shy at the attention Dr. Reid gives you. You think he’s flirting(?) with you, but you try to remain professional. You clear your throat. “Thank you, Dr. Reid.” 

“Thank you again, Miss Y/N. I mean it.” Dr. Reid asserts, and you feel your cheeks flush. “Tonight is pizza night, so Ellie and I should be making our way home right about now.”

“Pizza!” Ellie yells, giddy, causing both you and Dr. Reid to laugh. She zooms past you to stand next to her dad. 

“Thank you, Dr. Reid. I’ll see you proper on Friday,” you say, nodding your head slightly. “And I’ll see you, Ellie, tomorrow, yeah?”

“Bye, Miss Y/N!” Ellie waves frantically. Dr. Reid joins her in her waving, equally silly. 

“I look forward to seeing you then, Miss Y/N,” Dr. Reid smiles. “Bye.”

“Bye!” you reply, trying not to sound too eager, and then Dr. Reid ducks out of the classroom with Ellie in hand. You feel like you’re swooning so hard you might faint.

Friday

Parent-teacher meetings go smoothly, thankfully. There are parents who only bother to hear the praise you give their children, so ignorant to the criticisms of their children that you try not to make too obvious. After seeing nineteen sets of parents, Dr. Spencer Reid is your last of the day. You don’t want to say you’ve been waiting for this all day, but checking off the nineteen sets of parents before this has only made you more and more excited. 

Dr. Reid finally enters the classroom, two minutes early for his slot, but he’s alone. 

“Where’s Ellie? She’s totally allowed to sit in for these meetings too.”

“She’s at my boss’ place for a playdate with his son,” Dr. Reid says. “Actually, that sounds pretty weird, doesn’t it? My daughter, having a playdate with my boss’ son?”

“Not at all. They say it takes a village to raise a child. I’m glad your colleagues are so helpful with Ellie.”

“They really are,” Dr. Reid asserts, smiling. “Hotch– My boss, I mean– offered, knowing I had this meeting.”

“That’s really nice of him,” you nod. “So, about Ellie…”

“Please tell me you only have good things to say,” Dr. Reid jokes, and you try very hard not to swoon. 

“Essentially, yes,” you nod. “Ellie is such a bright girl, and she’s so sweet. She’s always helpful with her classmates and polite to everyone and the teachers too. Again, don’t tell this to the other parents, but Ellie’s set high standards for the rest of the class.”

“You’re telling me an awful lot that I shouldn’t be telling the other parents,” Dr. Reid grins. “You sure you aren’t playing favourites?”

“You certainly are my favourite,” you say before you can catch yourself, and Dr. Reid looks at you with wide eyes. You imagine you look equally shocked. “I’m sorry, Dr. Reid, I didn't mean to say that.”

Dr. Reid cocks his head, a little smile toying on his lips. “Miss Y/N, did I ever tell you what I do for the FBI?”

You have no idea how this relates to how unprofessional and inappropriate you are being. You shake your head anyway, too afraid to say anything anymore before you say something even more embarrassing. 

“I’m a profiler, Miss Y/N. I use psychology and study behaviour to catch serial killers,” Dr. Reid explains, using his hands to articulate his point. Your eyes dart down to the motion; but your gaze quickly flits back up to his face. “In general, I’m good at reading people.”

“Is that so?” You gulp. Is he able to read you?

“I don’t mean to profile you, Miss Y/N, I mean it,” Dr. Reid sounds a little apologetic. “But I can’t help but notice the way you lean toward me when we’re speaking, the way you fidget with your hands a little, the way you can almost meet my eyes, but you still seem a little bashful about it. I either intimidate you, or…”

“Or..?” 

“I’m sorry if this is too forward, but would you like to get dinner with me?”

“What?” You ask, disbelieving. “Dinner?”

“You- You’re interested in me too, aren’t you?”

“Too?” You gape, sounding like a parrot as you repeat his words, simply unable to wrap your head around the fact that Ellie Reid’s young, hot, genius father just asked you on a date. 

“I’m usually not too doubtful of my profiling skills, but beautiful women like you make me second-guess if I’m reading this right.” Dr. Reid laughs, avoiding looking at you. 

“Dr. Reid, I would love to get dinner with you,” You say, trying to sound confident. 

Dr. Reid beams as he meets your eyes. “Oh, thank God.”

“Cheesy that you’re calling me beautiful,” you laugh bashfully, waving him off. 

“I mean it!” Dr. Reid insists. “And, um– Would you want to do dinner after this? If you don’t have any other meetings, of course. Or any other plans– you’d probably have plans on a Friday night, right? Way to be presumptuous–”

“Dr. Reid! I don’t have plans tonight. A dinner date sounds great,” you laugh.

“Great! Great, good. I’m glad.” Dr. Reid says, looking a little giddy that you’d taken him up on it. “Also, um- I love when people call me Dr. Reid, but please just call me Spencer. Do you think people would get the wrong idea if you called me Dr. the whole time?” 

You cackle, Spencer looking thoroughly pleased at making you laugh. 

“Okay, Spencer,” you try his first name, and it rolls off your tongue with ease. “Let me pack up and then we can go get dinner.”

“I like when you say my name,” Spencer smiles. “What’re you feeling for dinner?”

If you and Spencer kiss at the end of your dinner date in front of your apartment door, that’s between you and him. 

You pulling Spencer into your apartment with your hands fisted in his hair should also stay between you and him. 

It doesn’t entirely stay between you and him, though, as Spencer calls his boss to turn Ellie’s playdate into a sleepover before he rolls over to kiss you and take you all over again. 

[beardedjoel]

pretty little wife | sorry, baby

joel miller x f!reader one shot collection

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3 | ✨kofi ✨ summary: 4k words. Joel is stressed and busy with a big project at work lately. His pretty little wife makes it all better. warnings: 18+ MDNI! no apocalypse au, pre-established relationship/dynamic, sub/dom relationship, free use kink, oral sex (m receiving), cock worship (!! yes), unprotected piv, rough sex, dirty talk, pet names for reader, sir kink making a reappearance, bit of fluff mixed in, mention of food/eating, @ GOD WHY ISNT THIS ME a/n: I'M BACK. these two sick lovebirds are back 😭 i needed something sweet to write while working on smother so here's some cute domestic sucking and fucking from my favorite couple MWAH reminder i have no taglist anymore, follow @beardedjoel-updates to hear about my new fics!

Gonna be late again. Sorry baby.

Joel’s hurried text had pinged your phone a few hours ago, and you reassured him it was no problem, of course. You know that his company is contracting on a huge project in downtown Austin right now, and it required a lot of Joel’s attention. He’d been giving so much you were surprised that he had anything left in the tank when he came home to you. But by god, so many nights he sure did, coming home in a frenzy to fuck you, taste you, finding you where you were when he arrived home - cleaning up dishes from dinner, the shower, already curled up in bed with a book on one particularly late night.

You relished in him releasing everything into you - the stress of his day instantly melting with a simple touch of his lips to yours, drinking in your curves and soft skin with rough hands and frenzied yet controlled movements. It always seemed like the more stressed he was, the more he couldn’t get his cock in you fast enough, the more relentless he was in the ways he took care of you. He’d leave you spent, dripping, and aching, letting you talk softly about your day as he stroked your hair afterwards, all sweetness and hushed tones until you two fell asleep.

You peer into the living room from the kitchen to see Joel walking in, looking generally askew and you frown. When his shoes are yanked off and placed in the closet he looks up to see you leaning on the doorframe, lips full and pouting, finger sticking up with a patch of cookie dough stuck to it to taste test. You stand in a long, threadbare t-shirt of his and pink cotton panties, just what Joel had set out for you this morning, and he makes sure to thank his past self for such a wise choice this morning. You’d laughed at the lack of bra or any kind of pants, knowing it was no accident you’d ended up dressed without any bottoms on today. You aim to please, and the look Joel gives you whenever he sees you exactly how he envisioned you for the day always makes your heart soar a little higher. 

He finds his way to the couch, sprawling out and giving you an exhausted look. You stick the errant finger into your mouth, sucking the sweet, sugary cookie dough off and licking your lips. Joel’s expression changes quickly, his interest clearly sparked, but the wearisome look doesn’t leave his eyes. 

“Baby?” you ask, your brows furrowing further with worry. This wasn’t your husband, this wasn’t Joel, and you always hate to see him have a tough day. It makes your heart ache when he works too hard, gives too much of himself and winds up burnt out. You certainly don’t mind making it all better for him, that’s what you’re here for, after all, but it pains you nonetheless.

“C’mon over here, little wife,” Joel murmurs, running a hand down his weary face. When he pulls it away, he gazes at you with heavy lids before propping his hands behind his head. 

You saunter over to him, standing next to where he lays and reaching down to graze your fingers over his stretched bicep, trailing it inwards towards his face. He hums, fluttering his eyes closed for a brief moment and enjoying the way your gentle fingers work across his cheekbones and through his beard. 

His hand slowly moves from behind his head to curve around your waist, drawing you nearer, the front of your knees hitting the side of the couch cushions now. His silent signals are obvious to you at this point, so you don’t waste a moment swinging your leg around his body, tucking it in between his thigh and the back of the couch, settling in to straddle him. A hand runs gently down his chest as you tilt your head, studying his face in concern. 

“What’s my husband need from me?” you ask quietly, letting your other hand bury itself in his curls, scratching at his scalp. 

Joel lets out a pleasured groan, nearly shuddering at the feeling. “Fuck, baby.” You feel his body shift underneath you, already squirming with the sensation of your fingers doing their work on him. “Make me feel good.” 

“Let’s get you more comfortable, then,” you coo, fingers already moving on the buttons of his shirt, making quick work of the top few to let his chest breathe a little bit. You take only a beat to admire the top of his chest poking out, curls of hair sticking out wild and messy before getting to work. You slither down his body, giving yourself enough room to undo his belt before pulling it out of its loops and tossing it aside. 

“Lift, please,” you say, keeping up your gentle, soothing tone as Joel’s hips lift off the couch and allow you the space to pull down his dress pants, wriggling them down to his ankles and then over his feet. “Now that’s better, isn’t it?”

“Mmm,” Joel answers, a pleasant little hum from the back of his throat. You can feel how your ministrations have already gotten him hard as it brushes against your center when you settle back on top of his hips. A brief tease of your hips swirling on his sends Joel’s twitching, a sly little smile flashing on his lips. But you’re gone an instant later, moving down the couch and settling next to his feet, sitting crossed legged to face them before taking one into your lap. 

“What’s this, now?” Joel asks, a slight tiredness to his voice now. 

“Ever heard of a foot rub?” you reply with a lifted brow. He chuckles and you watch his body rumble with the sound. 

“Givin’ me mouth today, are we?” he asks playfully, the tired laughter still fading off as he speaks. 

“I could,” you retort, pursing your lips and looking up from his feet to find his eyes peeking open, looking down at your delicate, innocuous smile with a plethora of hidden meaning behind it. 

“Such a dirty girl…” he murmurs, neatly cut off by the groan he lets out when you press in on one of his arches with your thumb.

“See? I know what you need, baby,” you coo, working your fingers into the tender spots on his foot, being sure to use just the right amount of pressure. You prop his foot in your lap, letting it hang there as you gently rotate his ankle, loosening everything up. 

“Christ,” he breathes out as you start on the other foot. His breathing is a little labored, pain and pleasure mixing together as you continue to help his weary soles. You work each foot until he sighs contentedly, a good sign that your work is finished. 

At least on his feet, that is. You run your hands teasingly up his thighs, settling them on his hips as you work your way back up his body, hips straddling his again. You lean down and brush your lips against his neck, peering up to watch Joel’s eyes flutter shut as he sighs again. The sound is music to your ears, anytime your husband makes that content, soft little sound you think you’ve reached heaven. You suck and flick little patches all over his neck, starting a slow, steady grind of your hips. 

“Oh, pretty girl,” Joel starts, landing a firm hand along your hip. “I can’t today… I’m so fuckin’ beat. You know I’d give anything to fuck my cock into you…” He murmurs the words with a hint of frustration. You know this is hitting Joel harder than he’s letting on, seeing as his singularly focused task most days is to find a way to get himself inside of you.

“Who said anything about you fucking me?” you ask slyly, hands hooking into the sides of his briefs. You watch as Joel’s eyes pop open and look at you mischievously. “You said to make you feel good, so that’s what I’m doing, my darling.” You keep your tone even and calming as you continue with your teasing, deft fingers playing under his waistband. 

Joel’s smirk grows and he reaches a hand up to gently pet the back of your head before pulling you to his face, kissing you deeply. “Good girl,” he says as he pulls away, the words falling right onto your own lips. “Doin’ as you’re told.”

You slink lower, getting to the spot you know excites him the most, straddling lower on his legs to bring your mouth down to his clothed cock. You plant small kisses along the obvious bulge and Joel reacts immediately with a small hiss through his teeth. You kiss and lick and suck, letting the fabric tamp enough of the pleasure to drive him crazy. 

“God damn it…” he grunts quietly, hips shifting as they spasm up towards your mouth when you suck another spot on the fabric, taking your sweet time, only a small form of torture for Joel. “You tryna make me ask you to pull my cock out and get your pretty mouth on it? Cause you know, once I’m not dead on m’feet I might have to punish you ‘f that’s the case.” His words tumble out slow and thick with his accent - that Southern drawl always comes out more when he’s tired and mumbling.

Your mouth curls deviously and you lick your lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” you reply in a low lilt. 

“Mhm…” Joel teases, but you heed his warning anyhow, tugging his briefs down to free his cock, nearly enraged as it throbs and drips precum from the way you’d already been working on it. Your tongue finds the salty fluid at his head, lapping it with just the tip of your tongue and swirling it around. You start to practically nuzzle it, catching his cock in the corners of your lips, letting your tongue get a few tiny kitten licks on his shaft as you rub it along your cheeks. The smooth skin glides along your face and you start to get messier with it, letting his cock start to spread his precum and your saliva along your cheeks as you let the flat of your tongue run along it.

Joel lets out a loud, long groan, fingers gripping deep into the couch cushion. He can barely contain himself as your tongue licks a thick stripe up underneath his length, tracing the most prominent vein. His hips stutter forward as he gives himself to the moment. 

“God damn, honey…” he whimpers quietly, eyes shutting in the bliss of the moment.

Your hands rub his thighs gently, kneading into them as you start to bob your head on his cock, taking a little more each time until he’s at the back of your throat. You fight the urge to gag, a little noise coming out of you, sending Joel’s hand flying to the back of your head, his gaze watching the way his cock disappears inside of your warm mouth.

“That’s it, choke on it like I like, pretty girl…” Joel mumbles, eyes rolling back a little as his cock fills your mouth. “My pretty wife…” he whispers with a reverence and respect, despite the degrading way he’s about to fuck your mouth.

You move with a little more urgency, your mouth stuffed and aching already, one hand coming up to grip the base of Joel’s cock and stroking there while your mouth works on him. Joel’s hand pushes down on your head, sending you a little further and you sputter, spit flying all around his cock and lap but it doesn’t deter you. His hips start to move of their own accord into you, matching the rhythm of your mouth pumping on him. Your body gets hot and desperate for him, your praise loving nature alight just by seeing how much he loves the way you pleasure him. Your thighs wriggle as your cunt aches and drips now, begging you for relief that you know will have to wait.

“God, fuck,” he cries out, ��Needed this…” Joel seems to be practically revived, a new energy filling his weary body as he grunts and pants, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth in faster strokes now. You can sense how close he is, you know your husband’s body like the back of your hand now, his balls tightening and cock getting even harder on your tongue.

He grunts with the effort of sitting forward, yanking your head off of his cock and swiftly sliding his hands to your waist, hauling your entire body upwards so that your hips are above his. 

“Need this needy little cunt, look how soaked you are,” Joel coos with a genuine pity for you as he sees the wet stain on your panties.. His fingers tear your underwear to the side, giving enough room for his cock to position itself at your weeping entrance, giving you no time to even process it before he forces your hips to bear down on him.

You cry out in a long, wanting moan as he fills you up, the stretch of him burning in that familiar way that you love and crave so much. Joel is an addiction - your husband the one thing in life you could never get enough of, never filling you enough, never fucking you full and deep enough times that you’re fulfilled. He never fails to leave you satisfied, of course, but you’re always wanting more in the next moment, practically wishing you could live just like this - his cock stuffing you and stretching your pussy to its limits, sending that pain you live for deep inside of you until it turns to the most blinding pleasure. Gratitude overtakes you as you sink down completely, whispering out a fervent thank you as you feel yourself clench around him, eyes shut and head thrown back. Joel reaches to your chin, pulling your head to look down at him. 

“What was that?” he asks teasingly, rutting his hips up into your as he speaks. You shudder again, pussy clenching around him as you feel his length pressing against your walls.

“T-thank you,” you breathe out. “Thank you, sir…” You’re unable to say anything else, only look at him with half-lidded eyes and cry out wantonly when he pushes all the way in again, seating himself inside of you only to lift your hips up and do it all over again.

“Yeah… knew bein’ stuffed full of my cock would make you my polite girl again,” Joel says arrogantly, sending a fresh wave of arousal right between your legs, gushing around his girth. You nod, blinking down at him, rolling your hips and chasing your pleasure. You lean down a little closer to Joel, bringing your chest more flush with his, the change in angle devastating the both of you. 

“So fuckin’ full of me,” Joel whispers in your ear, taking it upon himself to bend his legs and start fucking up into you. You moan in his ear, tears springing to your eyes as you feel him close to your cervix, each deep thrust sinfully delicious and bordering on painful in the way that makes your skin tingle in the best way. You want to be used, you want him as deep as he can possibly go, to feel you entirely wrapped around him.

Joel grunts, hot breath fanning next to your ear as he holds you close. Your bodies are intermingling with sweat now, your ass slapping down onto his thighs reverberating through the quiet living room. It’s just this - the two of you, your shared breath, your intertwined bodies, nothing else matters or even registers to you now. Joel’s hips shift the slightest bit in angle and you cry out, your g-spot now overstimulated with attention as Joel’s cock pounds into you harder, brushing the spongy spot with each new movement into you.

You pant, clutching onto him and digging your manicured nails into his shoulder, scratching them along to his neck where you hang on for dear life.

“Fuck…” you murmur, feeling your body tensing, legs like jello as they shake on either side of Joel’s thighs. “Let me come, p-please, sir,” you whimper, holding back with every ounce of strength you have as the tingling warmth spreads, heat in your belly threatening to burst at any second.

“Hang on f’me, baby, fuck, n-not yet,” Joel replies in a huff, clearly close to that high himself. “Wanna fill you up right when you’re comin’ so pretty f’me.”

You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, holding back as your body screams at you with need. This wasn’t the first time Joel had you hold back your climax, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but it never got any easier. You whimper, nearing a sob as Joel thrusts into you, your hips rolling and stuttering into his movements. “Please… sir…” you cry.

Joel grunts out a stern no and continues to slam his hips into yours, growing harsher by the second. You’re a whimpering wreck, your body nearly about to betray you as Joel hits your g-spot again. Tears leak from your eyes with the psychological effort of holding back, but you know it’ll be worth it. It always is.

“Now,” Joel says simply, “Come for me, little doll,” he adds, finishing the sentence with a grunt as you start to lose control, feeling like a dam inside of you is bursting, all the pleasure rolling over you in dazzling waves. You flutter around Joel’s cock almost as hard as you ever have, squeezing his length as he lets out a small whimper himself. Your breathy moans right in his ear send goosebumps along his whole body despite how stifling the air is surrounding you two.

“Fuck…” he moans, his hips jerking a few times before he starts to spill himself into you. You continue to shake, pulling every last drop from him as you ride out your own high, Joel’s name rolling off your tongue as you moan.

“God, yeah…” you whimper out, finally collapsing onto Joel’s chest as his legs go limp underneath you. You both lay in silence, chests heaving and small smiles on your faces. Joel strokes the back of your head and your smile grows. Neither of you seem set on moving, the combination of both of your climaxes a slick mess between the two of you as you settle into a more steady rhythm of breathing.

“Mmm…” Joel mumbles out the noise. “How’s my pretty little wife today, hm?” he asks quietly, fingers tracing down your cheeks to your lips.

“You’re late to ask,” you tease him with a laugh, typically hearing that question before anything else when he gets home. He uses his free hand to squeeze your ass cheek in warning at your bratiness and you grin. “But better now,” you answer in the familiar response to your favorite question from him.

“Thought so,” Joel says wryly, giving you ass a lazy pat before kissing the side of your head. He’s quiet for a few moments before lifting your hips off of his, your body immediately missing the sweet fullness of him as you both sit up. Joel brings your legs over his and you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling like the most natural fit in the world. 

“‘M sorry about all this, baby - all the late nights and bein’ stressed and probably bein’ a grouch,” Joel says, his voice laden with guilt. He circles on your bare thigh with his fingers and you shudder a little, snuggling further into him. One of your hands wraps around his cheek, turning his head to meet your eye line and you give him a soft smile.

“You think you just now started being a grouch?” you joke, knowing you’re pushing your limits on how much bratiness Joel will tolerate in one day before things escalate.

He growls deep in his throat and you giggle softly, scratching your fingers through his hair. “Thin ice, baby…” he murmurs.

“I love my grumpy husband,” you say sweetly, fingers moving down to run through his rough beard. “It’s okay though, Joel. Promise. I just miss you, but this busy and crazy time will pass like it always does, right? In the mean time...” you lower your voice, a finger trailing from his cheek to his neck and down his chest. “We can just do that anytime you need it.” 

Joel chuckles, giving your entire body a squeeze against him. “That’s my good girl. Always ready f’me.” You smile into his chest at his praise before he continues. “We’ll do somethin’ this weekend, the two of us an’ spend some time together, mkay? Make up for all this bullshit.”

You feel your heart squeeze inside your chest and your stomach flutter a little at the idea. Joel has typically been pretty good about planning dates over the years, but you know that it’s been hard with his extra workload lately, so you’ve been missing the romantic evenings he’d plan for you two. You’d tried to ask about planning one yourself, and Joel shut you down immediately in the sweetest way possible, claiming the responsibility fully for himself to do that for you.

“Ooh, yes please,” you reply excitedly, hugging him close.  

“‘S a date then,” Joel confirms, leaning his head back onto the couch while you stay resting on his shoulder. You both fall into a comfortable quiet again, Joel’s breathing steadying as he dozes off. 

“Do you want a cookie?” you ask into the silence, sitting up. Joel’s eyes creak open from where he’d been resting them and he glances down at you with furrowed brows. 

“That s’posed to be some kind of euphemism, darlin’?” he asks groggily. You laugh, throwing your head back a little and shuffling yourself to sit up on the edge of the couch. 

“Could be,” you giggle, “Real cookies this time, though. You can even sneak one before dinner.” 

Joel perks up a little, eyes opening a bit more. “Chocolate chip?” he asks, a boyish glint in his gaze. 

“Of course,” you nod, and Joel smiles tiredly, sitting up to join you on the edge of the couch. 

“You know you’re the best wife?” Joel says, nudging you with his shoulder and leaning over for a quick peck on your cheek before standing up and pulling his pants back on. He moans and groans while he twists his back and stretches his arms over his head for a few moments, and you know his knees must be flaring up as they do when he’s more stressed.

“Just one,” you warn Joel as you see him making his way to the kitchen trying to look like some kind of master sleuther on the hunt for fresh baked cookies. “I’m making dinner soon.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Joel tosses over his shoulder at you before disappearing around the corner. When you make your way to the kitchen, you watch him take a bite off of a cookie from the cooling rack and you stand with crossed arms, admiring him. His eyes look you up and down with a similar appreciation, landing between your legs where he sees your underwear completely soaked and stained from your recent rendezvous. He smirks as he chews, stepping towards you. 

“An’ don’t you dare think about changing your underwear,” he says in a low rumble, eyes flicking all over your face as he gets close to read if you’re going to keep up your bratty streak today. Instead, you give him a docile little upturn of your lips - he’s been through enough today - and brush past him to start working on dinner. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

[loverangels]

Hello!! Can you write something with Grumpy!Aaron Warner x sunshine!fem!reader ???

of course here you go love hope you like it ����

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

You stirred slowly, the soft, quiet hum of morning filling the room. For a moment, you just lay there, eyes closed, savoring the warmth of the blankets around you, the quiet rhythm of Aaron’s breathing beside you. His arm was draped lazily across your waist, his fingers lightly tracing little patterns on your back.

It was peaceful. So peaceful.

You smiled to yourself, your heart swelling at the simplicity of it all—Aaron, the brooding, guarded man who usually kept the world at arm’s length, was here, tangled up in the soft sheets with you, letting you in. He wasn’t the kind of person to let his guard down for just anyone, but with you, he did. You could feel it in the way he held you, as if you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the present.

You stretched, letting out a small, content sigh, and that’s when you felt him shift, tightening his grip around you just a little bit, as if to pull you closer even in his sleep.

“Morning, sunshine,” you whispered, the words coming out all soft and sleepy, just the way you liked them.

Aaron mumbled something unintelligible in response, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His hair was slightly tousled, and you couldn’t resist running your fingers through it, gently brushing the strands out of his face. His breath warmed your skin, and you could feel the faintest hint of a smile tug at his lips.

“Still too early,” he muttered, voice muffled by your skin.

You giggled softly, pressing a kiss to his temple. “It’s never too early to be cute,” you teased, trying to get him to wake up. He groaned lightly but didn’t pull away, only nuzzling deeper into your neck.

As much as he liked to pretend he wasn’t a softie, you knew better. You were his soft spot.

You let the moment linger, the two of you simply enjoying the comfort of being close to each other. But just as you were about to drift back into the calm haze of sleep, the door to the room suddenly burst open with a loud bang.

“OH. MY. GOD.”

You jolted, eyes flying open as Kenji’s voice cut through the quiet morning air, sharp and dramatic as always. He stood in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth hanging open in mock horror. “What is this?! Are you two—are you seriously—are you two actually cuddling?!”

Aaron immediately went stiff, his arms pulling away from you like he’d been caught doing something criminal. You could see the red creeping up his neck as he glared at Kenji, clearly not amused.

“Kishimoto, what the hell are you doing?” Aaron snapped, sitting up and throwing the covers off, his mood instantly shifting to grumpy.

Kenji didn’t even flinch. He was too busy pretending to faint, dramatically collapsing onto the floor in an exaggerated manner. “I—I can’t believe it,” he groaned, rolling onto his back. “The great Aaron Warner, cuddling? I thought I was going to witness a horror show, but this? This is too much.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, still snuggled in the bed, your head propped up on your hand as you watched the two of them interact. Kenji was so over-the-top, and it always made you smile, especially when it got a rise out of Aaron.

Aaron shot him a withering look, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “,get out of here. Now.” His tone was cold, but you could see the tiny glimmer of embarrassment in his eyes, despite how hard he was trying to hide it.

Kenji grinned and sat up, adjusting his shirt like he hadn’t just dropped to the floor in the most dramatic way possible. “I’ll take it as a yes,” he teased, winking at you. “I’ll let you two lovebirds get back to whatever this is, but just know—I saw it.” He made finger guns at Aaron before finally turning and walking out of the room, his laughter echoing down the hallway.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Aaron let out a frustrated groan and flopped back down onto the bed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I swear, he delights in torturing me.”

You grinned, slipping back into the space beside him. You could see the pink still lingering on his cheeks, and you leaned over to press a soft kiss to his jaw, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his neck.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” you whispered, brushing your lips against his. “I think Kenji has a point.”

Aaron’s eyes softened, the usual scowl disappearing as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back into his embrace. “I’m not cute,” he muttered, though there was a trace of fondness in his voice that made your heart flutter. “And I definitely don’t like it when people see that side of me.”

You giggled, resting your head against his chest. “Well, I think you’re cute,” you teased, “and I’m the only one who gets to see this side of you, right?”

Aaron’s grip tightened around you, his face softening in that rare, sweet way that only you got to witness. “Right,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Only you.”

You smiled, sinking into his warmth as you let yourself drift back into the comfort of his arms, the whole world feeling perfect and safe for just a little while longer.

[veronicangel]

pleaseee daisuke x fem!guitarist reader who's in a band i can't find anything and i think it would be soso cute

INTO ME

daisuke - mouthwashing

cw: very very inspired by scott pilgrim vs the world, underage drinking, fluff but a little freaky 👅 here and there, I DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT GUITARS SO IT MIGHT NOT BE ACCURATE

daisuke is such a rockstar gf 🌚

"he's not going to distract you right? the last thing we need is our guitarist fumbling the chords cuz of her little boyfriend"

your friend, as well as the lead vocalist in your band, said clearly opposed at daisuke watching your rehearsal.

"no i promise he'll be good and quiet i promise!"

you gave him a look of warning to signify to him he needs to listen to you.

"yeah i swear ill be quiet! zip it lock it put it in my pocket!"

"okay whatever you say just... don't distract her! you guys ready?"

with that your drummer gave you the count, and you all started playing your instruments. daisuke couldn't take his eyes off of you. the way your fingers moved from chord to chord, the way your face was so concentrated in getting every chord perfect. he tuned out every sound in the room, except for the sounds of the guitar you were playing. he was entranced by you. the beautiful yet intense melody of your guitar made him feel like he was ascending into heaven. now he understood why you're so good with your hands.

after about an hour, your rehearsal was over.

"baby that was so cool! you're so badass i don't know how you do it! you just moved your fingers and it was all like dundundun-"

your laughter was enough to cut him off.

"i'm guessing you liked it baby?"

"i freaking loved it! it was awesome"

"yuck get out of my garage lovebirds"

the singer basically pushed you guys out, she did not want to see a cute couple on her weekend.

"when we get home daisuke, do you wanna be the one i play with instead?"

he nodded his head vigorously and you two ran to your car.

"guys i got us a real gig!"

the singer held out a small flyer, with your bands name on it!

"holy freaking shit no way! if this goes well, daisuke won't be the only one wearing our shirts!"

you and the other three started jumping in excitement, and daisuke, wearing your bands merch under his floral button up, jumped along with you guys, he was just happy to be there.

you guys spent the whole week practicing your songs to perfection, daisuke watching every single rehearsal to watch you and your skilled hands, and every single night after he got to feel how skilled they actually are.

the night came for you and your band to perform your song, although the venue was pretty much empty, you four were still ecstatic to finally have some sort of traction to your band.

"now welcome our next set... (your band name)...!"

the organizer of the gig announced your band with little enthusiasm, but daisuke was the opposite.

"YAY THATS MY GIRLFRIEND!"

"oh brother..."

the singer looked at you with slight annoyance and you just gave her the "i'm sorry" look.

after your set, daisuke was the loudest (as well as basically) the only one cheering for you.

"BABE YOU DID SO GOOD YOU WERE ALL LIKE DUNDUNDUN AND IT WAS SO-"

you kissed him, your lips tasting of cherry lip balm.

"i was staring at you the whole time i played baby, let's get a drink"

you two went to the bar that was in the venue. you got a shot of jack daniels, and he copied your drink, although he couldn't help the face he made because of the strong drink. after a few drinks on your end, you started slurring your words.

"babyy i wanna be with youu"

"but i'm right here!"

"i mean i wanna be on top of youuu"

"oh...OH"

he helped you up off of your seat and let your hold onto him as you stumbled on each step. you peppered kisses all over him, at least where you could reach, the crook of his neck, his cheek, his neck, his ear, etc. the contact made him get goosebumps and have to hold back whimpers as you were still in public. when you reached the car, you couldn't hold yourself back anymore.

"daisuke come to the backseat with me"

[drunkinyourbenz]

୨ৎ reunited. b.e

୨ৎ summary: you’re billie’s girlfriend of just over a year and you surprise her on tour after not seeing her for weeks. ୨ৎ dom billie x fem reader ୨ৎ 2.1k words ୨ৎ warnings: oral (reader receiving), teasing, so so fluffy they're cute and in love <3, unedited

billie was on stage performing, and you could see the adrenaline and excitement literally radiating off her. the crowd was wild—which billie always loved—and this was possibly the best show of the tour so far. the energy was unmatched, and you were in awe of how beautiful and free she always looked onstage. you loved seeing her interact with her fans and sing her heart out, it was a truly beautiful sight. 

billie was totally unaware of the fact that you were backstage, and you watched her perform with a fond smile on your face—you and her had been dating for a little over a year, and it had been the best year of your entire life. 

she’d been on tour for the past month, and it was probably the longest time you’d spent apart since you confessed your feelings to her. you’d called every night and texted constantly, and there’d been a fair share of phone sex when you’d both been too needy to wait until you saw each other in person again. 

but now you were here, backstage at her concert, listening to her gorgeous voice and watching her with a wide smile as she sang the last song. 

finneas and maggie had helped you get here without her knowing, finneas making sure to tell you all about the extent to which she had complained about missing you. maggie had been incredibly happy when you created the group chat to suggest the surprise, clearly glad that her daughter had finally found someone willing to put in effort for her. to say you were her family’s favourite of everyone she’d dated would be an understatement. 

the concert eventually ended, and billie walked backstage while speaking to finneas. her sentence was cut off when she saw you standing there, doing a double take as her eyes widened. her steps halted, and she stared at you with an open mouth for a second before coming to her senses. as soon as her feet were no longer locked to the floor, she was running towards you.

her arms wrapped around you, the momentum of her running to you making the two of you do a little spin as you grabbed onto each other. she clung onto the fabric of your shirt as she buried her head in your neck. she breathed in deeply, savouring the feeling of being close to you again. 

after a few minutes, she finally pulled away from the embrace, looking at you with a soft look in her eyes. “you’re here, oh my god. you came. you have no idea how happy this makes me…” 

you smiled at her, finneas nudging your shoulder as he walked past with a small grin directed at the two of you. you rolled your eyes fondly at him before speaking, “of course i did. couldn’t go another month and a half without you.” 

finneas sent you a pointed look, glancing between you and billie. “okay, lovebirds. i want to point out that i helped her get here, by the way.”

billie grinned at her brother, “you’re my second favourite person in the world, finneas.” 

with a faux offended expression, finneas gasped dramatically. “i feel so betrayed. your own brother, replaced at number two?” 

billie still had her arm wrapped around your shoulders, and she pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. “obviously.” 

finneas rolled his eyes, starting to walk away to find claudia, “wow, i didn’t know the lack of love you had in your heart for me. i’m leaving.” 

billie laughed as he walked away, not gracing his overdramatic words with a response. she turned to you, her eyes shining slightly. “god, baby… can’t believe you’re here…” 

you smile at her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. billie’s lips chased after your own when you moved to pull away, kissing you desperately, never wanting to let go. after a moment, she pulls back, gazing into your eyes. “mmm, i’ve wanted to do that for the last two months. never stopped thinking about how your lips feel on mine.” 

you grinned playfully at her, “i bet you thought about how my lips feel somewhere else, too.” 

billie’s mouth fell open for a moment at your bold words, but the surprise was quickly replaced by a smirk, her eyes trailing down your body. 

“you know me so well…” her hands quickly found your waist, her thumbs rubbing soft circles on the bare skin between the waistband of your pants and the hem of your shirt. her tongue darted out to lick her lips, her eyes still locked on yours. “y’know, i think my dressing room should be empty for a while…” 

you mirrored her smirk at her words, picking up on the less than subtle innuendo as her eyes continue to trail up and down your figure. “yeah? lead the way, pretty.” 

her smirk widened, instantly intertwining your fingers together and pulling you to follow her. any other day, her hand probably would’ve been around your wrist, in a firmer, more possessive hold. but she was still in shock that you were even there with her, so she was being slightly  softer with you than normal. she was holding your hand as if she thinks you’d disappear if she were to hold you too harshly, like you’d just fade away and she’d be alone again. 

she wasn’t talking about it, but you knew she missed you more than she was letting on. every day without you had felt like absolute torture, and her family had watched her on the tour bus literally falling apart just because you weren’t there. the constant face-timing couldn’t compare to the feeling of your hand in hers, she was fully convinced that no feeling would ever make her feel more at peace than being close to you.

you arrived at her dressing room sooner than you’d thought you would, and she fumbled with the door handle for a second too long, before pulling you inside after her. 

her hand moved to lock the door, and you knew you were in for it. she wasn’t going to be rough, no, not this time. but this could be soft and still torturous. 

once the door was locked, she turned to you, giving you a smirk as she looked you up and down for a moment before slowly backing you into the wall. she pressed you against the wall and you didn’t even try to resist, a soft smile on your lips. you couldn’t deny how soft this felt, you were aware of the small differences in her actions—as if the time apart had made her scared of losing you.

she kissed you again, more urgently than the last. her tongue brushed along your bottom lip before she bit at it softly, leading to you opening your mouth in a gasp. she smiled against your lips and slipped her tongue inside your mouth, her body pressing closer against yours as she kept you against the wall. her knee pressed up between your thighs and a moan spilled out of your lips. 

her hands found your waist, her cool fingers slowly creeping up underneath the hem of your shirt as her tongue continues to explore your mouth. her hands travelled further up under your shirt, leaving trails of goosebumps where she touched. one hand teasingly squeezed at your breast through your bra and the other deftly pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it on the ground somewhere—she couldn’t care less where it landed. 

she let one of her hands snake around your back to the clasp of your bra, which she fumbled with for a moment out of her eagerness. soon, your bra had joined your shirt and her hands were drawn to your breasts like magnets. she seemed almost hypnotised, her eyes drinking in everything they’d been missing while the two of you had been apart. she gave one of your nipples a teasing tweak before her hands slowly trailed down your sides. 

one of her hands moved to hook in the loop of your jeans. she seemed impatient, despite clearly wanting to take her time. she wanted to savour this reunion, but she also wanted to be between your thighs as soon as she possibly could. 

moments later, she’d repositioned you so you were lying on the couch, your back propped up slightly by pillows. her hands had tugged your jeans halfway down your legs, and you impatiently kicked them off to join your shirt on the floor. 

she settled between your legs, looking up at you with her signature grin before hooking her index finger around your panties and pulling them down your thighs. she carelessly chucked them behind her somewhere, assuming they’d land in the vicinity of your other discarded clothes. in all honesty, where your underwear landed was the least of her concerns—she’d much prefer if you never wore them ever again. 

her ring-clad hands firmly grip your thighs, pulling them apart and leaving no room for argument—not that you wanted to argue. this was what you’d been waiting for for months. “billie, please–” the utter desperation, the pleading tone in which you spoke to her, brought a smirk to billie’s lips. she pressed soft, open mouthed kisses around your thighs, holding eye contact with you. 

“yeah, baby? what do you need?” you whined, an honestly pathetic sound—but you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, you needed your girlfriend. billie didn’t care about the patheticness of it all either, in fact, it seemed to make her lips twitch further up into a pleased smirk. she loved having you desperate, having you aching for her. 

you finally managed to form the words to respond to her, “you, billie, your mouth, your fingers, i don’t care. You.”

her smirk widened, her kisses travelling ever so slightly closer to where she knew you needed her. she hummed softly, the noise sending vibrations along your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. her teeth nipped softly at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, a teasing smirk on her face as she looked up at you. 

“yeah, pretty girl? you need me?” 

you didn’t get time to respond before she was licking a stripe up your folds, still gripping your thighs firmly. her tongue travelled up to your clit and circled it, making you let out a moan and throw your head back onto the couch cushions. you had missed her. so, so much.

she held your thighs open when they threatened to close around her head, a particularly tantalising lick through your folds making your back arch up off the couch slightly. she smirked again, looking up at you with those eyes that held a sort of smug mischief in them. she knew exactly what to do to drive you crazy, and she was intending on doing just that. 

“oh? you like that?” 

you hummed softly, nodding quickly because you couldn’t quite form words but you needed her to know that you very much liked it. you felt hopeless, the desperation you felt was unlike any you’d felt in a long time. you decided to blame that on the extensive time apart, which had felt like torture. 

her tongue continues its assault on you, lapping away at you like a starved woman—with the time you’d been separated for tour, you guessed she kind of was. one hand moved slightly from its grasp on your thigh, and she circled your clit in a way that made you throw your head back and let out a low moan. she felt your thighs shudder slightly around her head, and you felt her lips twitch up against her sensitive skin. she knew you were close, she could feel it. 

she spoke, still pressed up against you so she could go right back to eating you out after she got the words out, “that’s a good girl, cum for me.” 

at her words, you let out another loud moan, head falling back onto the support of the couch cushions as your long awaited release came over you. you had just spent months without her, without her touch, without her love, and you felt the relief wash over you at the knowledge that you were finally close to her again. 

billie smirked again as she felt you cum on her face, her tongue riding you through it as she lapped up your juices. she had missed this. 

you breathe deeply for a moment, before finally bringing yourself to lift your head up off the couch cushions and make eye contact with her. she had that proud smirk on her face as she watched you from in between your thighs, “feel good, pretty?” 

you manage a small grin at her, “very much so.” you paused, looking at her for a moment as you recovered from the intense feeling of your first orgasm from her in months. you spoke again, a playful smirk playing on your lips. “my turn now.” 

after all, the night was young. the night was young and you were finally together again, you had all the time in the world.

this is unironically the first smut i’ve ever written sooo i hope you liked it…

[rosylix143]

after the show | l. felix

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

genre: suggestive

synopsis: you meet up with your boyfriend backstage after a night of him getting himself and you completely soaked and making everyone go feral

cw: MDNI, felix is a flirt….like a big flirt, reader is obsessed with his abs lowkey (same), a bit of making out backstage (let me know if i’m missing anything)

wc: 1374

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You were standing in the special VIP section of the concert, as usual. It was a special seat that was reserved for you in advance before the tickets were released. In fact, you didn’t really need a ticket. Your boyfriend was the ticket.

The show was loud and exciting, just like how you loved it. Your lightstick was shining bright, and you wore a red skirt with long black boots, a DominATE Tour tank top, and your boyfriend’s black jacket. No one would have guessed that it was his jacket, but that’s what you liked about it so much. It was his jacket, and it was reserved for you too.

On the outside, you looked like a regular fan, so all the videos of Felix interacting with you from the stage are just seen as another one of those “Felix interacts with fans at barricade” videos. But no one could ever read between the lines of your interactions.

That gaze in his eyes wasn't just any gaze, and that smirk wasn’t just any smirk. They were reserved for you. The music was getting louder and so were you when Felix had the audacity to grab a plastic water bottle and spray it all over himself and everyone else. Even Jeongin and Hyunjin joined in on the fun and jumped up and down as they performed “LALALALA.”

You were the most soaked out of everyone in the crowd, and you were damn sure that it was intentional on Felix’s part. It wasn’t helping either when he stood right before you and grabbed the hem of his soaked tanktop and pulled it to his teeth, revealing his hard and smooth abs. A scream escaped your throat, running it dry, and all Felix could do was laugh and tease. That bastard. He knows what he’s doing.

After the show, all the fans were reluctantly leaving the venue, in denial that that the most amazing night of their lives had ended. Meanwhile, you were later escorted by the security guards and taken to the backstage. The boys were stretching and drinking the last bit of water they had.

“That was a good show, right?” Chan asked everyone.

“Hell yeah!!” Changbin hollered out.

“Felix is completely soaked now,” Hyunjin laughed, “His shirt can’t absorb any more water.”

“Oh shut up,” Felix playfully retorted. His eyes then averted to you approaching him, and he couldn’t help but admire the sight of you completely soaked in your clothes thanks to him. “Look who it is. Hey, Pumpkin.”

“Hey, Honey,” you giggled, and blushed as Felix snaked his arms around you waist and pulled you close to his wet body. You couldn’t contain the butterflies in your stomach when you felt his plush lips press against yours. The members couldn’t help but feign disgust by groaning and sticking out their tongues.

“Get a room,” Seungmin said.

“Alright, everyone, let’s give the lovebirds their space,” Chan chuckled.

The members leave the room, giving you and Felix some space. The moment you two were alone, Felix immediately kissed your neck, and you melted from his searing lips.

“How was I, Baby? I didn’t get you too soaked right?” Felix smirked, not even hiding the innuendo.

“Shut up,” you playfully rolled your eyes. “You were great. Your stage presence is always great. And yes, my clothes are very wet thanks to you.”

“Good thing you didn’t wear a white shirt. Although, maybe you should’ve.”

“Feeeellliiiiixxxxx….”

“I’m just sayin, Pumpkin…You’d look cute in a soaked white shirt.”

“You’re not too tired right?” you asked, “You were very wild on stage.”

“I’m okay. I’m just happy I have you in my arms now.”

Felix nuzzled into your neck more and kissed the sensitive skin there. You shivered, and your face was so rosy and hot. His skin was so wet and sticky with all of the water and sweat. You even touched his tanktop, and Hyunjin was right. His tanktop was made out of 90% water and 10% cotton. You smirked and decided to pull up the fabric, revealing Felix’s abs, which completely caught him off guard.

“Y/N!” he laughed, “Honey, what are you doing?”

“Just taking a peek,” you teased.

“You got plenty of peeking during the show. You even screamed.”

“Yeah, but STAYs saw it too so it don’t count.”

“Ohhh okay. I get it. You want an exclusive show?”

Felix smirked, lifted his tanktop, and completely removed it, revealing his abs once more to you. If you were being honest with yourself, it never gets old. You just loved how smooth his honey skin was, with the little freckles and moles. You loved how he flexed his muscles, and every time you laid eyes on his abs, you were hit with the urge to just bite them like it was a chocolate bar. They even look extra delectable when they’re wet too.

“Honey, you’re drooling,” Felix said.

You snapped out of your thoughts and quickly swallowed the little bit of saliva that was pouring out of your mouth. You blushed out of embarrassment.

“I wasn’t drooling….”

“Don’t deny it,” Felix chuckled, “Bet you wanna get down on your knees and—”

“Felix!!”

“Just kidding, Pumpkin.”

Felix snaked his arm around your waist, pulled you closer to him, and kissed you. The kiss was deep, hot, and you felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs. You kissed him back, pulling him closer. You ran your fingers through his wet black hair, playfully biting his lip. Felix groaned and suddenly picked you up. You hitched a breath, your legs wrapped around his waist, and Felix carried you to one of the nearest plastic tables and sat you on it.

“You looked so pretty in the crowd,” he breathed before leaning in to kiss you. “I wanted to throw myself at you.”

“You should’ve.”

“Yeah, but the security guards would’ve panicked and held me back.”

“True…”

Felix kissed you once more, and you melted immediately. Your blunt nails dug into his bare back, coaxing another groan out of him. He pulled you closer to him and kissed you harder. You moaned, loving the heat and wetness of his skin. You reached down to touch his abs, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Oh my god, Honey, you wanna kill me?”

You smirked and kissed his nose, and he immediately pushed you down on the table. A gasp escaped your lungs, and he pressed your body down against the table. Your back was up against the table top, and Felix was hovering over you, holding down your wrists. Heat was radiating off your body, and your heart was pounding so much, as if it was going to burst through your chest. Felix leaned closer to your neck—

“Alright, time’s up!!” Han said as he opened the door before jumping a little, surprised by the sight before him. “Oh my god were you two fucking?!?”

You and Felix quickly got off the table, your faces completely red and hot with embarrassment. The members were shaking their heads, but Hyunjin, Changbin, and Chan were bursting into laughter while Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin were giving looks of disgust.

“No no no no,” Felix stammered, “We were just—”

“His shirt is even off, oh my god!!” Changbin pointed out, “Yongbokie’s gotten bold!!”

“Tsk tsk,” Seungmin sighed, mostly in a joking tone. “We should’ve known.”

“Oh come on, guys, they were showing their passion,” Chan said.

“They could’ve waited until we got to the hotel.”

“My bad,” Felix chuckled, still a little embarrassed. “I just love my baby.”

“Yes you do,” you laughed with him and pulled him close. “And I love you too.”

“Okay let’s just go back to the hotel,” Minho said, feigning disgust. “We were supposed to be there an hour ago.”

“Right,” Chan agreed.

You all then grabbed your stuff and made the move out of the stadium to go to the hotel. The entire time, Felix was still a little embarrassed by you and him getting caught by the members, but it was definitely gonna end up as one of the many highlights of the tour. Not to mention, you and Felix of course took a moment to pick up where you left off back at the hotel room later that evening.

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a/n: honestly, i lowkey forgot i had this in my drafts because of college lmao. but enjoy this anyway. i’m still in denial that i’m seeing them in the summer like fjejdjfjfoovgjjrjejwjdjejw. manifesting felix noticing me (he probably won’t lmao)

masterlist | taglist

[covenists]

✦ LESSON IN IMPRESSION, L. LAWSON

he is her best friend, and she is his too. but if the cupid work hard, then he works harder.

vday series masterlist

yourusername

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yourusername this guy showed at my doorstep looking like this, can somebody please help him?

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liamlawson30 Can you look at my back, I'm actually flexing my awards at you

⤷ yukitsunoda0511 Are you sure because that's not what I saw yesterday

  ⤷ alex_albon Yeah with the plans😂😂

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  ⤷ yukitsunoda0511 I told him so, but he wouldn't listen

username NO WAY THAT HE SHOWED UP JS LIKE THAT 💀💀

  ⤷ username And he be like "look at me Y/n🌹🏆"

username The smile of his is just so wide😭 Hes very proud of himself

username why's he presenting himself like that

  ⤷ danielricciardo He probably ran away from his room and goes to hers instead

  ⤷ username WITH ALL THE AWARDS AND BOUQUETS???

  ⤷ danielricciardo We all know that he's a hardworking man

username it's nearing valentine's day, he's practicing for THE day..

  ⤷ username "Would you be my partner to the next gp?" I can fucking imagine it

liamlawson30

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liamlawson30 Went to hit the road today 🏍️

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landonorris okay okay i see how it's going on waaaaaayy faster than i thought it would

logansargeant Better to get your helmet first, Y/n

username i remember her post about him on the floor laying seductively only to flex his awards at her

  ⤷ danielricciardo Attention seeker confirmed

  ⤷ liamlawson30 Hey I thought you were defending me!

  ⤷ yukitsunoda0511 No one's defending you, actually

  ⤷ liamlawson30 Now...

username liam coming back again with that grandpa core shirt

username i love how dangerous it is, do it again

username She's a fashion icon even when the wind blew her blowouts

username wait... is that lando's sunny

  ⤷ landonorris close but no

yourusername

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username he's prepared for the valentine's day

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username she looks so chic

username it must be from liam bc if not i must be living in delusion

username that bouquet is so cutee with the yellow wrapper😌😌 i just love it sm

yourusername

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yourusername thanks for the dinner, liam. i would do this again 100% 😙👌

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liamlawson30 You're welcome, Sweetie 😁

  ⤷ danielricciardo Oh you got her a pet name now?

  ⤷ pierregasly I would do the same too

  ⤷ yukitsunoda0511 No, you're going to be with me

username I WOULD DO THAT TOOOOO

username dinner with him sounds fun

username the smile of his is so wide, i can tell that he's excited to be with her

username i really need to have a pizza date, i really do.

username He's there again with usual white tee

  ⤷ username because like "treat me like white tee"

  ⤷ username OOOOOOH YEEEEAAAAHHH

yourusername

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username IT'S OFFICIAL???????????

username WHY'S SO FASTTTT??

liamlawson30 Why is my hand looks so veiny there?

mickschumacher Exactly a day before valentine's day, great timing.

georgerussell63 I had no idea until lewis talked about this with daniel, thank god I overheard.

  ⤷ lewishamilton YOU OVERHEAD US???

  ⤷ danielricciardo Like it's a surprise

alex_albon Happy for you two, lovebirds!! -L&A

username i know i had this feeling ever since they posted about spending time with each other, and now as i guess, they're officially together. so so happy for you, folks!

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username they're going to be so adorable being a couple

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MEANWHILE Y/N POST FOR LIAM:

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username i would love to see mcqueen with my boyfriend on a valentine's day too

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[shaynawrites23]

Remus Lupin's Hands

i am having thoughts-

alright i bet Remus has really nice hands

he's got long fingers and his hands are really warm

and you just can't keep your eyes off the veins running from his arm to his hands

Remus knows this

but he doesn't know if you know he knows

it's not exactly a secret though

you hold his hand whenever you get the chance

all of Hogwarts can see you walking down the halls with your fingers entwined with his

or during class

your professors have made remarks about it many times

but you both always insist it helps you focus

its really not a lie

"Mr. Lupin, Ms. (y/l/n)! Trust me, you'll be much more capable in making potions if you have both hands free."

Remus looks up from the book he's holding open with his left hand, his right clasped in yours, and blinks innocently up at Slughorn. "But Professor, I do my best work with one hand-"

Professor Slughorn puts a hand in his coat pocket and glances between you and your boyfriend. You hide a smile by busying yourself arranging the ingredients by color, and you miss the miniscule upturn of your teacher's lips.

"Well, we'll see how your potion turns out. Mr. Black, perhaps you'd like to consider investing more attention in your potion instead of in your classmates' love life." With these remarks, he moves on to the next desk.

Sirius Black, ever the rebel, leans over and whispers conspiratorially with a smirk, "If you keep this up, you might even beat Marlene and Dorcas in being voted 'most likely to get marri-'"

He's cut off by Remus smacking him with the book in his left hand.

sometimes you also just use his hands as a heating pad

like when your own are cold

or when you're having period cramps

just grab your boyfriend's hands

he doesn't mind one bit

even if it sometimes results in... unexpected reactions

bonus though: it comes with cuddles

There's something about being snuggled up to your partner that eases the pain of periods. Maybe it's magic, maybe it's psychological... you don't know what it is, but when you're menstruating, Remus already knows he may be dragged over to hold you until you feel better.

That's how you find yourself in this position, sitting between your boyfriend's legs with his hands pressed to your belly, the warmth easing your discomfort just enough to have you sighing in content. Remus has his textbook open next to him, but turns his head every so often to press a kiss to your cheek where you rest your head against his shoulder.

"Moony, McGonagall said- woah! Lovebirds, get a room!" Sirius slaps a hand over his eyes the moment he sees how his friend's hands are up your shirt, a second too soon to notice said friend's deadpan glare.

"She's on her period, you twat. Get your head out of the gutter, Pads, what'd McGonagall say?"

"Yeah, yeah. Have fun, you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't. Or... anything Lily wouldn't." With a wink at the both of you, he's out the door again, ignoring Remus' deep sigh before he kisses you in apology.

another thing you love to do with his hands is kissing them when he least expects it

or anytime, really

just a soft kiss to his knuckles or his palm

you think its adorable how he gets flustered

no matter how many times you do it

he can never hide his grin

maybe you're a little in love with his hands

but he thinks he quite likes it

its cute to watch you tracing the scars over his hands

or to watch you playing with his fingers while you cuddle

so really

it works out quite well :)

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Tender-headed

Tee Higgins x Black!WifeReader

Word Count: 670

Things Are Changing | Main Masterlist

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"Tee I swear to god if you move again."

It's the night before the first Bengals game of the season and you're helping your husband get ready to start the season off right. Which includes doing his and Ja'Marr's hair, usually you'd have already done it, but they like doing things last minute just because they can.

"Man, it's really not that bad." Ja'Marr smirks as he watches his fellow receiver squirm.

"You trippin, baby you are grippin my damn brain right now." You roll your eyes at Tee's antics.

"Tamaurice stop acting like a baby. Did you or did you not pick 'Pop Smoke braids?"

"I thought it was gon' be fast, I aint think you'd be putting your whole self on my head. Ow shit-" He winces as you start another plait.

"You know, I've had children sit better than you." He turns his head with a deadpan look on his face. Ja'Marr, from the kitchen, immediately busted out laughing.

"You too, Uno! And why are you eating my chicken?"

"Cuz' you my sister and I'm hungry." You shake your head and go back to Tee's hair, which would be done if he would just sit still. But instead of letting you finish he lifts himself off the floor and joins your younger brother.

"I need a break."

"I want a divorce." You slump back on the couch, brushing the loose hair off your pajama pants.

"What was that?" Your husband calls out.

"Oh nothing, just me regretting following my idiot brother to Ohio." Ja'Marr snorts.

"You should be thanking me. I got you better clients and even though I told you stay away from my teammates, you found a husband."

You give him a stank face even if he may have a point.

Tee comes back to the couch with a plate so full you'd think he hadn't eaten dinner an hour ago. "Didn't get your fill earlier?"

"Nah, but half of it is yours." He says handing you a fork.

"Baby I'm good, I ate with y'all remember?" You chuckle while low-key eyeing the homemade potato salad.

He rolls his eyes before 'force' feeding you. "You forget that I know you, that shit was cute on our first date, but you my woman now." You close your eyes as the flavors marry together in your mouth.

"Mhm exactly." He leans and pecks your lips.

"That's my cue. Goodnight ya nasty lovebirds." Ja'Marr announces. The front door slams shut a few seconds later.

"I thought he'd never leave." You chuckle.

"Thank god he did, cause now I can do this." He cups your chin and pulls you in for a much deeper sensual kiss. You immediately melt against his plush lips and allow him full access past your lips. The remnants of his cologne fill your senses and ignite a fire in your chest. You clutch his shirt closing the inches of space between you as his tongue relearns the grooves of your mouth.

"Baby." You attempt mutter, but it's swallowed by your lover.

He finally pulls away with a deep rumble in his chest, "yea?" He asks with lidded eyes.

"We need to finish your hair." You say taking your swollen lips between your teeth. He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Yea." Neither of you move, too engrossed in each other's gaze. His eyes flicker back down to your lips and a smile grows on his face.

You break away from your trance as his hand strokes your thigh. "I mean it." Slapping away his hand, but he just grips it harder.

"Tee..."

A deep grumble is released into the air. "Why you wanna get rid of me so bad?"

"I don't, but the faster we get done the sooner we can move to the bedroom." A look of mischief flashes in his eyes that has him planting himself back on the carpet.

"Aight, let's go and skip the mousse." A light giggle leaves your lips.

"I'll see what I can do."

• ♡ •

a/n: not 'Legacy' but I could not stop thinking about this idea so I had to write it. but now I'll be able to focus on 'legacy' lol

[junrenjun]

Pretty

kim jungwoo x monitor engineer!reader (gender neutral)

Jungwoo is frustrated. And his stage manager's annoying voice isn’t helping either. “Jungwoo I said we were going full out. Why are you lip syncing?” Like he would even purposefully be lip syncing right now.

Taeyong, as always, defends him before he can do it himself. “His mic isn’t working sir.” 

The annoyance rolls off their stage manager in waves. “Alright. Y/N can you fix his mic please?” 

He sees you enter the stage from the corner of his eye and oh god, he can already hear Johnny’s taunting. “Don’t cream your pants, Woo.” Why couldn’t someone else be the monitor engineer today? 

Ever the professional, you step up to him and ask, “pack?” He hands you the mic pack with trembling hands. You sit there and inspect it, tweaking the wires and messing with the jacks. Every once in a while, you ask him to test the mic and he dutifully does so. It has yet to work. 

You hum once in discontent. “We’re going to have to take this off.” Without warning, you shove the hand with the pack up his shirt, the other reaching down from the neckline. Now, it really shouldn’t bother Jungwoo. This is a daily occurrence at this point. Monitor engineers, managers, teammates, and even stylists have threaded his mic pack for him. But the fact that it’s you has him blushing.

It must be obvious, because he can hear Haechan’s evil giggle along with some mumbling from what sounds like Mark and Yuta. He really hopes you aren’t paying attention to them. Or him, if he’s being honest. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat shakes him from his stupor. He looks down to see you sticking out your hand, gesturing for something. A blush paints your cheeks as well. You must have heard his group mates. “Can I have your headset please?” you ask, slightly more timid than normal. 

He hands you the item, finding that you’ve already disconnected it and his IEMs from the pack. You take it gingerly and turn on your heel, mumbling something about following you. He doesn’t register the words at first, feet still rooted to the ground. You notice the delay, looking over your shoulder and raising your eyebrows at him. “Cute,” he thinks to himself before finally following. 

Though one of his IEMs is in, he can still hear Haechan’s remark from the other side of the stage. “Be back quick lovebirds!” He looks down to see you wide-eyed, color heavily creeping up your neck. Though your embarrassment is nothing compared to the absolute mortification he feels right now.

Once finally away from everyone else and tucked into your little corner of backstage, he talks. “Sorry about them.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you wave him off. “It was just a little joke.”

Those six words broke his heart right then and there. “Yeah,” he laughs awkwardly. “Just a little joke.” 

He must be absolutely shit at lying because you instantly turn to look at him suspiciously. “Jungwoo,” you say pointedly. “Is there a reason they called us lovebirds?”

His heart drops to his stomach. The look on his face betrays him. “Jungwoo…” you say once more. 

“Okay, okay!” he concedes. “I may or may not have admitted that you were the prettiest staff member when I was really drunk one night.” 

You hum. “Okay, and are your drunk words also sober thoughts?” 

He looks at you, stunned. His mouth hangs open and he’s sure the image is reminiscent of a fish. You simply laugh and turn back toward your work station. “I’m just kidding with you. But I am very flattered, so thank you.” 

You continue to tinker with his mic for a few minutes. He’s left to linger behind you and overthink that entire conversation. While you didn’t directly turn him down, you did very much brush off the “pretty” comment. Oh, Jungwoo is so fucked. Not only did you find out his little secret, but you basically think it’s all a joke. This is going to haunt him forever. 

Before he can wallow in pity any longer, you test the mic. The sound of your voice reverberates across the stadium and you cheer in success. Without any other words, you hand it back to Jungwoo. He rests the headset back on his ears, while you connect the wires to the pack. This time, he holds his breath as you pull on the neck of his shirt. 

Though it seems you have other plans for him. Your other hand snakes up under the hem and you trail your fingertips lightly over his lower stomach. He gasps suddenly. You slowly drag them across his body and up his back. Moving at a torturously slow pace, you lean up to whisper in his ear. “I think you’re pretty too, Woo.” 

Finally, you grab the pack from your other hand at the top of his shirt, bringing it down to secure at the waist. You’re just about to pull away when Yuta’s voice rings out from above. “Hey lovebirds! If you’re going to flirt, turn the mic off next time!” 

Jungwoo is redder than a cherry when he finally makes his way back on stage.

[snzcaretaker]

𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕆𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖

I was gifted a wonderful OC by the name of Henry! I'm starting to draw him and build out his lore. There will be lots more to come, but just to get you introduced:

He is a bedraggled-y little man. His dress shirts are too big for him. He is often soggy.

Lots of mess! That nose of his is always running.

He's dreadfully allergic to perfume and cologne.

He always seems to be coming down with something.

He's bi <3

He will be in a poly office romance with two coworkers - Sheila and Brad. They both have the kink, and they compete over who can care for him best.

He's socially awkward and lonely. He's never had a partner.

Deep down, he wants to party, experiment, and be an absolute, no-holds-barred freak. But traditional BDSM doesn't seem like it would really hit the spot he's looking for... Hmmm...I wonder if he'll find something more to his liking... ;)

Henry's life is a bit of a wreck right now. There will be whump content, including fevers, fainting, crying, and drug use.

Let's get wild with him! His first fic is below:

Sheila: Hi Brad. Your tie looks like it's made out of a circus tent and your report is overdue.

Brad: Good morning to you as well. Heard you botched the McAllister deal. Un-congrats.

Steve: I don't get a good morning?

Sheila: Do you want one like that?

Steve: Never mind.

Sheila: Did y'all see the new guy over in Accounting?

Brad: Boy, did I ever. His name's Henry, right?

Steve: Yeah. Pretty hard to miss him. He's been sneezing every five seconds. Great way to make a first impression: by giving the whole office a cold.

Brad: Can't really blame the guy - it's his first day on the job. He probably didn't want to call in sick.

Sheila: He's kinda cute though.

Steve: Yeah, the way a diseased rat is cute.

Sheila: *dreamily* Yeah. All scraggly like that.

Brad: Okay, keep it in your pants, Sheila. It's day one. Besides, he's mine. He blushed so hard he had to sit down when he saw me.

Sheila: Is NOT, he's mine. He smiled right at me in the middle of blowing his nose.

Steve: Oooookay, I'll be at my desk, you two lovebirds have fun running that by HR.

Brad: *innocent* What? He's not even in our department, it's totally above board. I just want to see if he'd like to have coffee across the street.

Sheila: Not before I take him to the pub next Happy Hour.

Brad: *shaking his head* A man with a delicate constitution needs a warm drink.

Sheila: No, he needs a stiff drink. A pick-me-up.

Brad: You'll scare him.

Sheila: You'll bore him.

Brad: Well why don't we just see who's right?

Sheila: You're on.

[tyudearyous]

3.33 PM

yunho x reader, reader's pov

genre : fluff, suggestive

wc : 776

warnings : nothing, just pure fluff and domesticness

🎵 kiss my lips - jimmy brown

.

“my love— breathe” said him whilst trying to catch his breath. “weak” i laughed at him, causing a pout to form on his face. the two lovebirds were spending time with each other, in the comfort of their one bedroom apartment, kissing away troubles from each other. completely devouring each other’s love for each other.

“yuyu” i cupped his cheeks to make him look at me again. “hmm?” it was as if he had an imaginary that was wagging uncontrollably. “you’re really cute, you know that?” i complimented him whilst playing with his hair. his hair was getting long already, it has been months since he got a haircut but he looks even better with longer hair, i thought.

yunho immediately went red after i complimented him. he started to nuzzle into my chest and hid his face there. he was so adorable, just like a little puppy. his hands enveloped my waist, bringing me closer to him as he nuzzled more into me. i lifted my arms to cup his cheeks once more and forced him to look up to me.

“look at me, hmm?” i asked him. he looked up with his puppy eyes, cheeks still adorning a slight rosy shade. “good boy” i start patting his head. he was so adorable, i couldn’t handle but get a cuteness aggression towards him and bit his head.

“owie!” he started laughing and we started to play wrestle. laughters soon filled the room before we gave up because we were too tired.

he then laid on the pillow next to me and brought me closer to him with his arms on my back. we looked at each other for a while, with eyes dripping honey for each other. it has been three years since we started dating, and i’m grateful that even through all that time, nothing changed much. we were simply each other’s support system. when we had time together, we’d laze around together like this. i preferred home dates, because i get to have my lover to the fullest.

“hey” yunho called out. i only raised my eyebrows in response. “i love you” he said with a smile before leaning in to kiss once again. by this point, our lips are probably so puffy and red but who cares. we spent almost the entire day just kissing and embracing each other. it has been months since we had time to be like this anyways.

yunho was smiling into the kiss and his hands were slowly crawling under my shirt. i pulled back to see a hazed yunho who was confused on why i pulled back. “we doing it?” i asked him. he blinked his eyes twice, flustered by my question. “you want to?” he asked after regaining his composure. “mhm” i nodded before leaning back in to kiss him once again.

the kiss this time wasn’t like before. it was hungry, full of lust and desire. he crawled his way up above me, making me completely helpless under him. he pulled back to start nipping on my nape, leaving flower petals for everyone to see that i was his. fully his.

“yun” i shifted slightly. “mhm?” he mumbled against my skin. he still continued to bloom the petals on my skin even when i shifted away. “don’t make too much marks, i can’t keep wearing turtlenecks everytime after i see you” i giggled. “mhm” he responded but never stopped. this brat, i thought. so, i pushed him, forcing him to stop and look at me with such fervent puppy eyes.

“you’re like a pup in heat, stop it” i joked, earning a pout on his face. “this pup wants to mark you his, is it wrong?” he played into your joke, before leaning down to lay on top of my body. “ew, okay stop it. it’s cringe” laughter filled the room once again. “so, continue?” he asked. “you dog” i laughed before letting him continue to do what he wants to do.

soon enough, i was embraced by his love and he gave me everything he had to me. it was pleasant. finally having time to love each other. finally having a chance to properly convey each others’ love to one another.

“i love you” i said while holding his cheeks with my left hand. he took hold of my hand and nuzzled into it.

“i love you too, my shine light.” he said with a bright smile.

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when you kiss my lips

you take me to another level

and we,

we ain’t never rushing through, baby.

[luvsymai]

FAKE BOYFRIEND ; Shoto Todoroki

Chapter 6. PERVERT RADAR IS ON!

Genre: Romance, fluff

Warnings: Uncomfortable situation on the train.

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, perfectly content and satisfied with how you looked.

You’re wearing a white frilly dress, it has off-shoulder silky, wide straps and the top is kind of like a corset. The dress has tiny pink rose patterns on it, basically a floral print, and you paired your outfit with a small little pearl choker.

Your hair was half up, half down. There was a cute baby pink bow in your hair. You touched up your make up a bit, it wasn’t much. You were going for a no make up-make up look.

Once you were done, you looked at the mirror one last time before putting the foods inside the basket, and two tumblers which were red and white. You didn’t mean to match the color of your tumblers to Todoroki’s hair, but it was all you had left.

You quickly brought out your phone, and sent a text to Todoroki, telling him that he can come to your dorm now. He immediately texted back a few seconds later, which he replied with a simple ‘Okay.’

You set the basket down on the floor, before you put your shoes on. They were cute, black Mary Jane shoes. After you wore your shoes, you heard a knock on your door.

You quickly stood up and fixed your hair, before getting ahold of the basket and opened the door. There stood Todoroki, who was in casual clothes; he was wearing a white collared shirt, paired with a dark blue sweater and baggy beige pants. He was carrying a checkered picnic blanket with a handle on one hand, and on his shoulder was a black sling bag.

“Good morning, (Last name)…” He greeted.

Hey lol.

Was what you internally thought as you analysed Todoroki and his outfit.

You were shamelessly checking him out, which made him cough. You forgot that he was actually in front of you.

Your eyes quickly traveled back to his own gaze, and his expression was unreadable again.

“Uh, do I look bad…?” He had asked.

“N-No! You look better dressed than me, if I’m being honest.” You shook his question off. He really does look attractive.

“Oh? But you look attractive to me, though…” He looked confused at what you said, and was straight up honest with his compliment, which made your cheeks heat up.

“Thank you… um, let’s go now?” You changed the topic, before you noticed that he also brought a picnic basket in his other hand. “Wait, you also prepared food?”

“Well, yeah… I didn’t want to go empty-handed.” He explained.

“Oh, but you didn’t have to!”

“I wanted to, so…”

“Alright, then shall we go now?” You asked, making him nod.

You made sure to lock the door of your room first, before leaving with him. On your way outside, you had met with Mina, Kirishima, and Bakugo. It was common to see the three of them together.

“Oh wow, where are the lovebirds going, huh? On a date, perhaps?” Mina went to the two of you, to which Kirishima followed, and bakugo trailed behind him with a usual scowl on his face.

“Mhm! We are.” You replied, enthusiastically.

“Oh, Todoroki, what’s up bro,” Kirishima continued. “Did you know that…”

“What?” Todoroki responded, curiously.

“That i ain’t ever seen two pretty best friends,” He grinned, doing gestures with his hands. Mina and I burst out of laughter while Todoroki was confused, and Bakugo only cringed.

“That meme’s already dead, dude,” I commented.

“Dead as hell.” Mina added.

“I’m going back to the dorms. Bye.” Bakugo walked past us as he couldn’t contain it anymore.

“Well, we’ll go now, too! We wouldn’t want to mess up your date, bye!” Mina grabbed Kirishima forcefully, and left.

Silence enveloped the two of you, with only the vague sounds of footsteps of the three of them leaving that faded after awhile.

“…What did Kirishima mean by two pretty best friends?” Todoroki questioned, breaking the silence between the two of you.

“Oh, well… It’s an inside joke.” You started to explain as you two started walking. He listened attentively to your explanation even though it was just complete nonsense.

“Alright. Is it okay if we take the train on the way?” Todoroki asked once you finished yapping explaining.

“Yeah, it’s fine!” You assured him.

Once the two of you got inside the train, there were only a few people as it was the weekend, so you two were able to find some available seats. You fixed your dress as you sat, while he took the seat beside yours. You placed the basket on your lap, while he placed his next to him. The doors of the train closed, and started to take off after a few minutes.

“How long until we get there?” He asked.

“About…” You brought out your phone, and checked the location of the park. “20 minutes or so, i guess?”

“Okay.” He relaxed on his seat, making himself comfortable as he spread his legs a bit wider.

You envied Todoroki, since he could spread his legs freely, while you couldn’t as you were wearing a dress.

After awhile, a random stranger went in front of you and stood by, holding on to the train handle. You didn’t pay attention to him, but when he brought out his phone, you felt uncomfortable.

You felt like he was taking a picture of your thighs, so you pulled down your dress, but it didn’t do much since your thighs were still showing even though your basket also partly covered your thighs.

Todoroki glanced at you and the random man in front of you. He noticed your discomfort and suddenly removed his sweater, which made you snap out of your daze.

“Here.” He handed his sweater to you.

“Thank you…” You accepted his sweater gratefully, and covered your lap with it after putting your basket next to his. Once you were done, he stood up and went in front of you with his back facing you, you saw him whispering something next to the guy’s ear as he put his hands in his pocket.

“O-Okay! I will, I’m sorry!” The man nodded profusely, and left to go somewhere else.

Once he made sure that the stranger went far away from you, he sat next to you again, casually, like nothing happened.

“What did you say to that poor man?” You asked out of curiosity.

“Well, I just threatened him. That’s all.” He said, like it was nothing.

“O-Oh?” You didn’t bother asking him any more questions, scared to know what he said.

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[yuujispinkhair]

Hiking vacation with boyfie Sukuna

Pairing: modern!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + smut Warnings: 18+, lots of fluff and some smut, outdoor sex, praise. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don’t interact. This is super self-indulgent because I am on vacation atm and I can’t stop thinking about Kuna being here with me aaahhhh!!! ♥️

Being on a hiking vacation with your boyfriend Sukuna would include:

+ Holding hands with him the whole time during your hiking tours. Or he has one arm around your waist and his hand in your back pocket.

+ He looks so hot in his muscle shirt and hiking shorts and boots, showing his muscular arms and calves and his sexy tattoos.

+ He is so tall and so strong next to you, making you feel so safe and get butterflies just from looking at him.

+ His sexy smirk when he offers his hand to help you climb over a fallen tree or a slippery rock.

+ When he drinks water out of his bottle, looking so sexy when some droplets run down his chin, and you see his Adam’s apple bop enticingly.

+ He hands you the bottle afterward, always insisting you drink something too, even when you complain because you aren’t thirsty. His satisfied smirk, when you take a sip anyway, making him look so smug that you roll your eyes and have to get on your tiptoes to kiss that grin off him.

+ Sukuna always walks on the side of the hiking trail where the slope is. Swapping places with you by wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you to the other side so he can take the more dangerous path. Making you smile because he is so protective.

+ When he smirks and puts a finger under your chin, and tilts your face up so he can slowly lean closer and kiss you. Making your heart race because you can feel his smile during the kiss, and it’s so sexy.

+ Long, slow tongue kisses while he holds you close.

+ Taking selfies where Sukuna stands behind you, tall and buff, hugging you tightly from behind and winking at the camera while he presses a kiss to your neck.

+ Sukuna laughing about the weird looks he sometimes gets from older people because of his face tattoos.

+ Sukuna giving your hand a gentle squeeze and leaning down to murmur in your ear how happy you make him. Telling you that he used to make fun of people who went hiking with their special someone, calling them boring. But now he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

+ Sukuna being so grateful for you and the life you give him. Thanking you for the way you love him. Being so smitten with how soft you are with him. Telling you in such a tender voice how deeply in love he is with you and that he wants this forever.

+ Strolling through town in the evenings after you return from your hike of the day, looking like the biggest lovebirds when you hold hands and laugh together about all the stupid little jokes you make and the shit-talking Sukuna does about all the other people.

+ Holding hands on the table during your dinner dates and only having eyes for each other. Deep, meaningful glances into each other’s eyes and lots of flirting. Sukuna leaning across the table to kiss you and tease you affectionately about giving him such hearteyes.

+ Riding him on your hotel bed later on, basking in the way he moans beneath you. And when your legs are sore from walking all day, Sukuna helps you ride him, lifting you up and down on his cock while he tells you how good you are for him, watching your face the whole time because he loves seeing how cute you look when you cum on his cock.

+ Going on a two-day hike with him and spending the night in a beautiful meadow in the mountains. Lying on a picnic blanket to watch the night sky, your fingers intertwined with Sukuna’s, your head resting comfortably on his chest.

+ Talking softly to each other and sharing slow kisses that gradually grow more intense.

+ Sukuna rolling on top of you, deepening your kisses and slowly undressing you, covering you with his tall, muscular body to keep you warm even in the chilly night air of the mountains.

+ Your naked bodies moving against each other, lips and tongues caressing as you gasp into each other’s mouths. Sukuna loving you with his hands and lips while you stroke his hard cock, until both of you can’t take it anymore and need more of each other.

+ Making love under the stars. Your hands in Sukuna’s pink hair and your legs around his waist, hearing his low moans against your ear, feeling him roll his hips into you, fucking you so deep and so good that you start crying.

+ Looking up at the stars sparkling in the night sky behind Sukuna’s broad shoulders while he makes slow love to you.

+ When you see a shooting star, your only wish is to always call Sukuna yours, to always be this close to him. And somehow you know at that moment that your wish will come true.

AAAAHHH I AM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM 😭😭💗💗 I was going insane because I couldn’t stop fantasizing about boyfie Kuna going on vacation with me, so I had to write all those thoughts down. I hope you enjoyed them too!!

Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs would be super nice 💗

[axxa-the-allikatt]

Can you please write a Chigiri x malereader! Where they are living in the same dorm. Btw I love your storiesss!

I’m sorry it took so long 😭😭 I wasn’t well. Here’s your request 😃.

Male reader X Roommate Chigiri

Imagine,

Roommate Chigiri, who you first met after Reo had nearly burnt his, Nagi’s, and your’s shared room and you’d been forced to move into the juniors’ rooms which housed only two people. (As mad as you were at them, you didn’t want to separate the two totally not lovebirds).

Roommate Chigiri, who had introduced himself, assured you that he was not a female, and had given you a not so subtle once-over, before disappearing into his room.

Roommate Chigiri, who you barely saw the first few days, but eventually started seeing more of, once you two had come into a sort of daily routine.

Roommate Chigiri, who did the dishes and the laundry, while you were in charge of the cooking and cleaning.

Roommate Chigiri, who you would catch yourself checking out, when you guys would order some takeout and he would giggle at some stupid romcom that he liked to watch while eating the food.

Roommate Chigiri, who you did or did not have a thing for, asking you if you would like to go to a weekend party with him, not knowing you were a bit of a light weight.

Roommate Chigiri, who soon enough finds out about it, when he finds you drunk not half way through the party and has to drag you into an uber, pulling you along the stairs until you reach your room.

Roommate Chigiri, who you somehow manage to convince to do his face care routine on, and rolls his eyes when you ask him if he’s too shy to do it.

Roommate Chigiri, who drags you to his room and starts the routine, and blushes lightly when you point out that his hand is shaking slightly, but blames it on the drinks at the party, which you both knew he’d never had.

Roommate Chigiri, who doesn’t put up much of a fight, despite his later denial, when you grab him by the hand that is applying some sort of moisturiser on your face, pressing it against his dressing table as you, still drunkenly, crash your lips on his.

Roommate Chigiri, who turns a pretty shade of pink, almost similar to his hair, forgetting all about the routine, when you slip a hand inside his shirt, pressing your palm against the smooth skin of his torso, as you leave soft bites from behind his ear to his shoulder.

Roommate Chigiri, who almost kicks you when your touches stop, but realises with disbelief that you had fallen asleep in the middle of a makeout session.

Roommate Chigiri, who is way too nervous to bring up the incident again, in case it was a drunk mistake on your part, and unintentionally avoids you then next two-three days.

Roommate Chigiri, who wants to pretend that it was a silly mistake, when you corner him in the kitchen after dinner, apologising to him about that night, but finds himself admitting that it felt good.

Roommate Chigiri, who almost clings onto you, as you swallow his nervous muttering with a very much sober kiss, pulling him up by his thighs and placing him on the counter.

Roommate Chigiri, who looks so pretty, so delicate as so you press him down on the counter, lips again slotting against his neck, as you inhale the floral scent of his shampoo.

Roommate Chigiri, who will never admit later that it was one of the best nights of his life, but his sweet moans and cries were enough proof for you.

Roommate Chigiri, who pretends to think when you ask him out the next day during breakfast but agrees quickly enough when you start rubbing his ankle with your’s under the dining table.

Roommate Lover Chigiri, who is quite the high maintenance princess, and doesn’t hesitate to ask for what he wants, be it getting a new hair care product, going out on cute dates or getting what he wants in bed every other day.

Roommate Lover Chigiri, who tries out new face and hair care products on you; who buys you your favourite snacks from the store down the road when you’re feeling tired or down after a long day at college, even without you asking for it; who turns out to be quite cuddly, especially during movie nights; who loves holding your hand when you guys go out; and who doesn’t hesitate letting everyone know who he belongs to now.

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I’m so damn sure sex would be one of Chigiri’s important love languages. I just know it.

Anyways I hope you liked it 😔✌️.

Also if you want me to write a smut part for this drop a request ✊

[spinninhavs]

hii, how are you?? i've got a req for you to write! (the explanation is a little long please bare with me) anyways to sum it up, its kinda based of the song casual by doja cat. if you dont really the idea i think you'll kinda get it once you listen to the song, (and im not really good at writing) but to sum it up, reader and chris have got a situationship, or like their just casually hooking up w/ eachother (i dont know what the label is 😭😭) but they act like lovebirds tg, like im talking cuddling when their watching a movie w the boys, getting eachother gifts, ALL that mushy cute shit.. chris realizes that he's inlove w/ reader, and y'know how hes like afraid of commitment and proper relationships? so instead of telling her that he is, he avoids her for like 2 days,and tries to fuck with someone else to forget about her for a bit. when she comes into the house to hangout with nick, she hears him fucking another chick, and she gets JEALOUSS let me tell you. she pulls that poor girl out of the room, telling her to get dressed and when the girl leaves she starts going off at chris (gettin a lil angsty). but like the whole point of me wanting it to be based off the song was kind of so that you could realize it was based off the song, so maybe u can add lyrics! (idk, just a thought) "if you is a player, i dont think ima play with ya" , "if you wanna lay with her, why don't you just stay with her?". he tries to deflect, and i guess reader kind of confronts him about how she thinks he wants more then hooking up and he denies it, but she knows hes lyin. "you say you don't want a girlfriend but when we are in person, you always act so different, you make it all seem perfect", "you hold me when we wake up, say you like me with no makeup", "is it casual, or are you tryna spend your life with me?". anyways in my lovely optimistic mind, reader tells him its ok because shes inlove w him too, and he finally doesn't deny it. she tells him shes scared too, but they'll go through it together cuz their in luvv 😛 anyways lets just say the night ends with some slow soft sex between reader and chris. "take it off, follow me out, let me in don't shut me out" i understand if you can't do this req, but i saw your post saying you needed reqs to write on a trip tmr, and i thought of this on the spot so sorry if its really shit 😭

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│⊹ warnings ⋆ ;; angst if u squint, y/n is used like twice sorryyy, p in v, pet names (baby nd mama), unprotected sex, lowercase intentional, and word count is 2.2k

│⊹ pairing ⋆ ;; chris sturniolo x fem!reader

│⊹ haven’s notes ⋆ ;; hey.. how y’all doin 😙.. sorry for being gone AGAIN i keep having writers block but i wrote smth for my script so i got motivation to write again 🤌

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you have been waiting impatiently at the triplets front door for about five minutes now. finally, chris opened it for you. “took you long enough.” you scoff with a smile as you walk in. “sorry, matt almost started a fire.” the brunette boy replied, scratching his chin when closing the door.

“what?” you laugh while kicking off your shoes and leaving them on the shoe rack. "oh by the way, i got the shirt you were planning to buy." you giggle softly, handing him a bag. "oh shit! thank you!" he says excitedly as he pulls you in for a warm hug. "of course, c." you give him a toothy smile. you notice how his facial expression changes a little bit once you smiled but you brushed it off. the two you walk up the stairs into the living room and kitchen. you saw both matt and nick try to cook dinner or something. “matt! your gonna burn it’!” nick exclaimed before turning to see you.

“what are you guys even making?” you snicker as you walked up to nick to give him a small hug. “burgers but matt almost started a fire trying to grill the meat.” he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “let me help” you say, walking to the stove and shooing matt away. “but at least i didn’t, i wont do it again!” he stated while crossing his arms. “matt relax, i got this” you say while flipping the patty. the boys talk for a while and from time to time offer to help but your stubbornness always said no.

chris left an argument that he was talking about with his brothers and waddled over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “you sure you don’t need any help?” he asked which you reply with a nod. once you finally finished making the food, you plated them nicely on the table. “bon appetite!” you laugh while sitting down next to chris.

the four of you eat while talking about a random topic or plans of what to do for the following week. “do you guys wanna watch something?” matt offered when he finished eating. “im down” you reply and the two others agree as well.

now, nick is currently putting the dishes in the sink as you, matt, and chris are all sitting down on the couch to debate what to watch. “nah i don’t wanna watch a horror movie.” chris whined when you suggested for them to see one. “ugh fine, maybe batman again?” matt quickly agrees, of course.

chris had been laying down on your chest for about an hour or so into the movie. your hands rested on the back of his head, your fingers scratching his scalp gently from time to time and he let out small hums whenever you did. after a few minutes you desperately needed to go use the bathroom. "chris" you whisper, loud enough for only him to hear. "hm?" he hummed while looking up at you. "gotta piss, get up" you state as he slowly got up from your chest.

after you did your necessities, you walked back to the living room and sat down next to chris. only this time he patted his chest, signaling you to lay down on it. of course, you don't mind since you and chris were always so touchy so you did. while watching the last 30 minutes or so of the movie, you heard his heartbeat start pounding against his chest rapidly. mentally, you started to count each one. and you did this till the movie ended.

"thanks for coming over!" nick said to you as the triplets started to walk you downstairs. "of course! i love hanging out with you guys." you reply, looking at each of the small smiles on their faces but except for chris. he looked rather stressed and confused. instead of saying anything about it, you simply just brushed it off. you said goodbye to the three boys then left.

it had been two days since you heard anything from chris. you asked nick and matt about him and they both said that he was okay and didn't know what was wrong with him. you began to get worried, scared if it was something you did or said. so, to clear your head you decided to invite nick to the mall since it was somewhere you guys both enjoyed going together. you got to the familiar entrance of the sturniolo home, quickly seeing an excited smile from nick as soon as you knocked on the door. "hey! you ready?" you ask while pulling him into a small hug.

"yeah! let me just go grab my things real quick." the brunette boy said as he let you inside. you didn't bother taking off your shoes since you two were about to leave. upon walking up the stairs you saw matt's face that was mixed with discomfort and trying not to laugh. "what?" you and nick ask him. "whatever you do, don't go downstairs." he mumbled while grabbing something from the fridge then walking back to his room. you give nick a look, he gives you one back that obviously meant to go see what matt was talking about.

hesitantly, you leave your bag on the couch and then walk downstairs to chris' room while nick grabs his things. upon being about three steps down, your ears immediately fill up with moans. both chris', and someone else's. another girl. your cheeks get red as your feet think before your mind and now you're in front of his door. with no hesitation, you grab the knob and swing open the door. as soon as you did so, chris looked back quickly. your eyes observed what was going on. you saw the mystery girl completely blissed out with her face dug inside a pillow and completely naked. you saw chris' hands wrapped around her hips firmly and how his front pieces of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. "what the fuck chris?"

you feel your cheeks burning up in frustration as you watch chris struggle to put his pants back on. "dude! get out!" he said while the blonde girl turned around and saw you at the doorway, quickly blushing out of embarrassment. "no, you get out!" you tell the girl in his bed loudly, her getting up as soon as you said anything towards her. you and chris make heavy eye contact as she got changed and got her things.

she closed the door upon leaving and you immediately start bashing chris. "chris what the fuck is wrong with you? you ignore me for two days and I find you fucking another chick?" you argue as he quickly tries to find something to say. "you can't just hook up with me casually then ignore me then hook up with someone else." your sigh is shakey, trying not to start crying in front of him. "I feel bad for her even because you're probably just gonna ignore her and then hook up with some-" you were finally cut off by chris.

"why are you arguing about this like we are more than friends y/n?" he argues back, taking a breath to continue. "you're saying this shit like we are together, we aren't anything but friends." the brunette boy said while crossing his arms. "friends that hook up almost every week?" you laugh sarcastically, you process what he said for another few seconds. "don't act like I don't know about how your heart was racing when i was layin' down on your chest the last time i came over." you note. "is we hooking up something casual for you or are you looking to spend your life with me?" your voice is unstable and shakey, biting back the tears coming up on your waterline.

"fine, i'll admit, y/n." he finally said, his voice evenly shakey as yours. "I realized that i'm in love with you that night. you know im scared of commitment. i ignored you 'nd hooked up with another girl to try to get over you." chris sighed and his eyes softening. "im scared of being in a relationship, you have seen what my fans say even if im standing next to a girl—" you cut him off by walking towards him and shutting him up with a soft kiss. you can tell he is surprised when he hesitated to place his hands on you. “im in love with you too chris, and i am scared too.” you say softly as you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

“but you know we can work it out together.” you sigh while your eyes look up into his. chris’ hands planted on your waist, rubbing small circles on them. “you think so?” he whispered. you nod in reply, pulling him into another kiss. “‘m sorry.” he whispered again, desperately kissing you like his life depended on it. you start to tug on the hem of his black tank top and backed up a little bit so he could notice that your trying to take it off. he pulled it over his head himself and quickly went back for a kiss. he turns you so your back is facing the bed and he guided you to it. you lay back on his bed and he quickly reaches to the waist band of your shorts. “can i take these off?” he asked with his tone laced with need. you nod eagerly, him taking not another second to pull them down. he then went to your shoes, untying both laces and placing them on the floor.

you watched in awe as he touched your body so gently. he cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, his tongue grazing against yours lightly. he backed up with a smile, and looked into your eyes for a few seconds. with one hand, he went down in between your thighs and hooked his fingers on your panties and pushed them to the side, with the other hand pulling down his shorts.

he held onto your hip while he slowly slid himself inside of you, both of you letting a little hiss. his thrusts are slow but firm and his grip on your hip was light. you whimpering softly and let your body relax as his hips moved in and out of you. chris grabbed your leg and hooked it around his torso, being able to plunge deeper inside of you. “fuck, such a good girl f’me.” he panted with a little smile on his face. you whine back in reply, completely blissed in ecstasy and pleasure. his hips rutted a bit faster inside your puffy cunt as it suctioned his cock. “fuck, feels so good.” you sigh while leaning your head back into the pillow. “yeah? m’cock feels good mama?” he groaned quietly, you nod weakly.

you let out a small moan when his tip grazed that sticky patch inside of you. you arch your back off the bed as the knot in your stomach began to tighten. “‘m so close-“ you gasp gently while the brunette boy started to drill deeper inside of you. “mhm, gonna cum for me baby?” he whispered gently as his thumb went down and rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves, this just sending you over the edge. “fuck! do-dont stop please please” you whine as your mouth fell agape. the knot in your stomach slowly started coming undone from his thrusts. “‘m cumming!” a small squeak left your lips. “shit, im right behind ya’” he whimpered as his hips remained the same pace. your stomach muscles clenched together as you came on his cock, then you felt him fill you up with his lukewarm cum. he fucked both of you through each other’s high before he stopped.

“you okay?” chris hummed while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. you nod shyly while attempting to sit up. “i should go then, nick is probably waiting for me.” you chuckle a bit, whining quietly as chris pulled out of your pussy. “alright, i’ll still see you today then?” he asked as he helped you clean up and change. you hum in reply, standing up and wobbling a little bit. he put his boxers and shorts back on before turning back to you. “drive safe.” he smiled, pulling you in for a little kiss. “i know, see you later chris.” you smile back. you left his room with him behind you, your shoes in his hands.

upon going up the stairs you saw nick with his headphones on, thankfully. “ready to go?” he asked, his tone annoyed since you took so long. you nod with a laugh as you grab your bag and shoes from chris. “i’ll put them on in the car.” you say while you both start walking downstairs.

“what took you so long by the way?” the brunette boy asked when putting his headphones in his tote bag. “sorry, something happened with chris and i had to help” you lie terribly. nick could tell in your eyes that you were lying. “you fucked him didn’t you?” “nick!”

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