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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.”

[drunkinyourbenz]

reunited

summary: you’re billie’s girlfriend of just over a year and you surprise her on tour after not seeing her for weeks. dom billie x fem reader 2.1k words 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…

[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.

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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

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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."

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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

[dira333]

Happy summertime Dira!!☀️

I would love to travel somewhere warm and explore a new city with boyfriend Eijiro Kirishima<3

I hope you can consider Vienna as somewhere warm but I was there this summer and it was soooooo hot.

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Vienna - Kirishima x Reader

“Don’t forget to drink!” Eijirou points out in the morning, pulling a water bottle from his backpack. “Here baby, take a sip.”

“I’m not thirsty right now!” You exclaim, trying to get a better picture of the beautiful old church in front of you.

“I know, but you know what they say! You’ve got to drink before you get thirsty.”

“Fine,” you laugh, taking the bottle from him. “But only if we can take a selfie in front of this church afterward.

“Like I’d ever say no to that!”

-

“Are you hungry, babe?” Eijirou asks, offering you a bite of his protein bar. 

“A little,” you say, declining the offer. “Let’s go get one of these rolls.”

He perks up at that. “You found something? Where?”

The shop is small but colorfully decorated. “I didn’t even know Cinamon rolls existed in other flavors!” Eijirou gasps at the display. “Look babe, this one’s red.”

“Yeah, we’re definitely taking that.” You pick two more, laughing when Eijirou’s the one who takes a million pictures this time.

“I gotta send them to Bakugo!” He defends himself. “Gonna make him jealous. Oooh, can I get a pick with you eating it? You always look so cute!”

-

“Are you tired?” Eijirou asks, voice soft as you lean into him.

“A little bit,” you admit, taking a breather. “How much longer until we’re at the top?”

“If I counted right, we’ve got one hundred steps down, which means two-hundred-forty-three more to go.”

You groan. “Why did I agree to this?”

“Do you want me to carry you?”

“No,” you shake your head, powering forward. “I can do this myself.”

One hundred steps later you allow yourself to fall back against his chest, trying to catch your breath. “About you carrying me…” You gasp. Eijirou grunts behind you. “Does the offer still stand?”

You turn a little to look at him when he’s not answering right away. His face is flushed, beads of sweat running down his temple.

“Oh, baby,” you coo, pressing a breathless kiss against his cheek. “Are you tired too?”

“I’m fine,” he huffs, but you still grab your water bottle and offer it to him. “Remember,” you tell him, “You need to drink before you get thirsty.”

“Getting tired?” A cheerful voice asks, two grandmas turn the corner and stop behind you. “Come on, lovebirds, you’ve gotten through the worst part.”

It’s a little embarrassing to get to the top with them cheering you on, seemingly never getting out of breath.

The view, though, makes more than up for the embarrassment.

Eijirou’s pressed against your back, sweat-slick face pressed against your shoulder.

“Are you afraid of heights?” You ask, a little surprised.

“No,” he grunts. “I just can’t help but think about the fact that we have to walk all these steps down again.”

-

“I’m so full!” You groan, hands cradling your belly. “I can’t eat another bite.”

Eijirou’s even worse, no longer able to form words.

“Come on,” you pet his hair softly. “We need to catch our train back to our hotel.”

Your feet ache as you get up. Your shirt’s sticking to your skin and your skin to the fabric covering the bench. All you want is a long shower or, even better, a bath. Maybe you could even talk Eijirou into massaging your feet if you did the same for him in return.

“Mum, can I have an ice cream?!” A girl points and your eyes follow on their own. 

The display is massive, at least thirty different flavors are advertised.

“Eijirou,” you grab his arm to stop him. “Eijirou!” You whisper yell. “Look.”

He turns, slowly, dragged down by exhaustion and an oncoming food coma. But you know your boyfriend.

The second he realizes what he’s looking at, he perks up. Even his hair’s now standing at attention.

“Can we?” He asks like he needs your permission.

“Abso-freaking-lutely!”

-

“I’ll never eat a thing again in my life!” You declare as you peel off your clothes in the hotel bathroom. 

“Never,” Eijirou agrees, fishing out two of the bath bombs he got today. “Do you want Summer Sunshine or Death Star?”

“Death Star,” you pick easily, watch as the bath bomb starts dying the water black. “I feel like I’ve got enough Sunshine for one day.”

“Aw,” he pouts, “But it was nice, wasn’t it? Imagine it had been raining the whole day.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You slip into the water and push the still-bubbling bath bomb away with your hands. “I hope we have great weather again tomorrow.”

You lean forward to let Eijirou step into the water behind you, leaning back against his chest as soon as he settles.

“So,” he breathes against your temple. “What are we going to do tomorrow?”

“Sleep in,” you declare.

“But I thought we wanted to try that famous breakfast spot?”

“Okay,” you puff out your cheeks. “We could get up a little earlier? Just for breakfast. But then we don’t walk a single mile tomorrow.”

He’s quiet for a moment. You turn a little to check if he’s fallen asleep but his eyes are open, contemplating.

You huff out a laugh. “Okay, where are we walking tomorrow?”

“We don’t have to, Baby, we can rest tomorrow.”

“No,” you shake your head. “Don’t be silly. Wouldn’t be us if we didn’t gorge on food and set up a record in miles wandered tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” his smile is so wide you can feel it as he presses a kiss against your shoulder. “Wouldn’t be us.”

[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

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“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.

.

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 💗

[pixxiies]

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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Think About It

Our story continues as Sana joins in for a threesome and gives Jeongyeon some of her thoughts the next morning. A return is also coming in our next part.

Length 4K

Sana x Mreader x Jeongyeon

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You were laughing as you drove back to your apartment. Sana would be trying to tell some story about something she did in the past with Jeongyeon, only to have the older woman constantly try to shut her up. Seeing this side of Jeongyeon was cute, and you said as much, pinching Jeongyeon’s cheeks and telling her how cute she was whenever you stopped at a traffic light. Jeongyeon would blush and shy away from you before the whole process repeated when you started driving again. 

Once at your apartment, Sana rushes out of the car, with Jeongyeon following her. “Ya! Stop trying to tell him weird things!” 

“You’ve already had sex with him; this isn’t weird!” Sana yells back as they chase each other around your car. You open the door slowly, and as Jeongyeon swings past, you pull her into you. One hand rests on her waist while the other intertwines with her hand. You kiss her softly before she has a chance to respond; she melts into it, letting go of her anger as she places her free hand on your shoulder. Sana watches the scene unfold in front of her and pauses. She can see a small smile drift onto Jeongyeon’s face. “She must really like him…” Sana walks over to you and smacks your back. “Come on, let’s go inside. You lovebirds are going to become statues with how long you’re kissing.” You pull back from the kiss, and Jeongyeon huffs, trying to catch her breath. You switch hands and pull her along as you head to your apartment with Sana in tow. 

Sana pushes her way inside as you unlock your door. “Hey, you can’t just do that,” Jeongyeon complains. You hold back a laugh and pat her bottom as you push her inside.

“Pretty nice place. Where do you want to do it first, Mister?” Sana says squarely, looking at you. She smirks, lifting one of the straps of her shirt and moving it to the side. Jeongyeon steps in front of Sana, blocking her from your line of sight.

“Hold on! L- Let’s talk a little first. We don’t have to rush this.” Jeongyeon says nervously. She looks at you with panic in her eyes. Sana’s head pokes over her shoulder with a comically devious smile. You watch her hands hover over Jeongyeon’s body.

“You look nervous, Jeongyeon.” You say, keeping her distracted.

“Nervous? No, no, I’m not nervous.” Jeongyeon replies. Sana moves one of her hands just above Jeongyeon’s breast while the over is above her cunt. You nod slightly and watch Sana give a toothy smile as she presses her hands against Jeongyeon’s body, groping her friend through her clothes. Jeongyeon squirms under Sana’s touch; she throws her head and moans softly. You move in and kiss her neck. Jeongyeon whines as she wraps her arms around you. “Please don’t stop.” Lifting one of Jeongyeon’s legs, you start kissing her while Sana continues to play with her body.

“Hey! What about me? I want a kiss, too.” You move over and kiss Sana; Sana was much hungrier than Jeongyeon. You felt her tongue move across your lips as she pushed her head forward. You match her passion. Sana moves her hand away from Jeongyeon’s cunt. It lets you rub your hardening shaft against Jeongyeon, who continues to moan. Breaking the kiss with Sana, you move back to the older woman. You lift Jeongyeon grinding your cock against her as you walk toward your bedroom. Sana eagerly follows you, throwing her clothes off in the hallway until she’s left in just a pair of pink panties. 

You fall onto the bed with Jeongyeon; her legs wrap around you slowly as you press your lips against hers. You feel their softness and want more. Your hands run across Jeongyeon’s body, sneaking under her clothes and touching her cool skin. “Please…” Jeongyeon moans during the small break between your kisses. You pull at her shirt, helping it go over her head. Her small brown nubs are hard; moving down to them, you take one in your mouth. You gently suckle on her breast, and a few drops of Jeongyeon’s milk hit your tongue. Sana sits beside Jeongyeon, helping get her pants off her. They’re wet; Jeongyeon was ready to continue where you had left off. While Sana helps undress both of you, you pay close attention to Jeongyeon, kissing her body as you move down it. The younger woman reaches your lower body, pulling down your shorts, struggling as they reach your bulge. When she finally moves past it, Sana’s surprised by your size. 

“No wonder you got Jihyo and Jeongyeon wrapped around your finger.” She whispers into your ear as she wraps her smooth hand around your shaft and strokes your cock. Jeongyeon watches Sana tease you; she feels a pang of jealousy hit her. The older woman gets off her back and crawls to the edge of the bed. She kisses the tip of your cock, making you shudder. You look down at Jeongyeon and see the pleading look in her eyes. Sana sees it, too; she releases your cock and pushes you forward. She gets beside Jeongyeon, “I want a taste, too.” She pushes Jeongyeon to the side and licks the side of your shaft while Jeongyeon gets the other. You tilt your head back and moan, feeling their small tongues lap at your cock. Placing your hands on their heads, you start sliding your cock between their mouths. Jeongyeon looks at you, and seeing the pleasure on your face, she smiles. She feels happy that she can make you feel good. Sana takes notice of the satisfaction on Jeongyeon’s face and pushes her away, swallowing your cock. You feel Sana’s tongue swirl around the head of your cock, a euphoric look on her face as she takes more in. Jeongyeon looks a little shocked she’s been pushed to the side. 

Not wanting her to feel let out, you put your hand under her chin and lead Jeongyeon to you, kissing her while you squeeze her breast. You glance down to see Sana eyeing you. She pushes forward, deepthroating you with ease. Her throat is wrapped around you tightly; you moan into your kiss with Jeongyeon. Your hand wanders around Jeongyeno’s body; her smooth skin feels lovely. You squeeze her ass before giving it a light smack. Jeongyeon yelps, smiling at you after. Sana cups your balls, squeezing them gently as she bobs her head.  You feel your orgasm coming and start thrusting your hips. You smack Jeongyeon’s ass again, whispering, “I want you so bad, Jeongyeon.” You snake your hand forward and rub Jeongyeon’s lips. She whimpers and puts her hands on your shoulder. 

“I want you too; I want you to fuck me so much.” Jeongyeon’s lower lips are wet; her thighs are slick with her nectar. You can feel how much she wants you. You tease her cunt, pushing your fingers in just enough to make her gasp. 

Sana feels your cock twitch in her mouth, and as you near your orgasm, she pushes herself to your pelvis. She puts your hand on the back of her head and shakes her head, pushing your cock into the sides of her throat. You buck your hips as you cum; her throat is painted white as you pump cum down Sana’s throat. Sana’s eyes widen as your cum continues to rush down her throat; she looks a little panicked. She’s lucky, though, as your cum slows down, and she can barely keep it inside her mouth. Small bits squeeze through the corners of her mouth. She pulls back slowly, drinking your cum as she goes. She gives the head of your cock a kiss before rolling onto her back and taking a deep breath. Jeongyeon takes your cock in hand and rubs it against Sana’s face, coating the younger woman’s face in saliva. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” 

“You don’t have to, my princess.” Jeongyeon has a wide grin, and her face turns red as you call her your princess.  You help Jeongyeon lay back on the bed and take in every part of her body. Running your fingers along her thick thighs, Jeongyeon shivers in excitement.  You spread her legs slowly and position your cock between her lips. Rubbing your cock between her lips, Jeongyeon whines and raises her hips, trying to get you to slip inside. You smile at her desperation and stop teasing her. 

Slowly pushing yourself in, you both moan, Jeongyeon’s warm welcoming cunt feeling like heaven as you go deeper. Jeongyeon shuts her eyes, reveling in the feeling of your cock splitting her in two.  Once you’re buried inside her, you give Jeongyeon a soft kiss that she reciprocates. Your tongues play with each other as you pull out and thrust back in slowly. Jeongyeon has her legs up, squeezing your sides as you move.  You cup one of her breasts, squeezing it, some milk squirting out and splashing on her stomach. Jeongyeon’s breathy moans grow louder as you play with her body. “Keep going…” She moans. The older woman cups your cheeks as she continues to kiss you. 

Noticing some movement, you spot Sana slowly moving toward Jeongyeon.  Seeing the milk coming out of Jeongyeon, she latches onto her free breast and drinks the rich milk from her friend. Her tongue teases Jeongyeon, circling her nipple before flicking it quickly. You move down to Jeongyeon’s other breast, suckling on it and making Jeongyeon moan. “Ah! Wait, not my tits!” She cries. You remember Jeongyeon saying her breasts were sensitive and lightly bite her breast. You watch the older woman squirm as the influx of pleasure assaults her senses. 

“You’re milk is so good, Jeongie. I want to have it every day.” Sana says before going back to suckling on Jeongyeon’s breast. You feel Jeongyeon’s cunt getting tighter as your thrusts continue. 

You groan from the pleasure and squeeze Jeongyeon’s thighs. Your thrusts speed up instinctively, the feeling of Jeongyeon’s tightening pussy being too good to resist.  “I think I’m going to cum Jeongyeon.” 

“Inside, cum inside.” Jeongyeon moans. She throws her head back as your thrusts pick up the pace. “Kiss me, please. I-” She’s cut off as you immediately follow her command and plant your lips on hers. Her muffled moans grow louder as she nears her orgasm. You feel a tightening in your midsection as you get closer; a few thrusts later, you bury your cock in Jeongyeon and shoot your load into her, flooding her pussy with your cum. Her eyes flutter open, and cupping your cheeks, Jeongyeon holds you with shaky hands. You cup her right cheek, holding her gently as your orgasm ends. You reluctantly pull out, not wanting the moment to end. Jeongyeon looks down the length of her body, feeling your cum pour out of her. Unfortunately, she can’t see much as Sana’s head gets in the way. Sana is on her stomach, smiling at Jeongyeon as her tongue circles the older woman’s nipple in full view. 

“My turn!” She happily yells. Jeongyeon moves back on the bed, allowing Sana to position herself before you. Sana decides on the doggy position, raising her ass like she was offering some sort of treasure. Before you can put your cock in, Sana pulls Jeongyeon forward by her legs and plunges her head between the older woman’s legs. 

“Ah, wait, I just came.” Jeongyeon moans as she tries to push Sana’s head away. Sana fights against Jeongyeon, wrapping her hands around the older woman’s thighs. She pushes her tongue inside Jeongyeon, tasting the mixture of your cum and Jeongyeon’s nectar. Eventually, Jeongyeon gave in the pleasure, writhing around as Sana’s tongue pushed into her cunt and cleaned her. Moving Sana’s panties to the side, you interrupt them slightly as you push into Sana’s cunt. You coo, enjoying the feeling of her cunt cradling your cock as you push in. Sana moans into Jeongyeon’s pussy, your cock pushing her walls apart and stretching her. You rest your hands on her ass, running them on her soft, smooth skin before spanking her. Sana’s moans make it clear how much she enjoys it, and you spank her again. Repeated hits go to Sana’s ass, making it grow red as you thrust into her. You have to hold Sana’s small body to keep it from lurching forward. Sana’s moans become longer as you put more strength into your thrusts. Moving one hand to her pelvis, you press against it, making Sana feel tighter. She moans louder, the slight pressure making her feel good. 

“Fuck, I'm going to cum.” She cries out. She stops eating out Jeongyeon, biting her bottom lip as she nears her orgasm. Her body begins to shake; Jeongyeon takes the opportunity to get her revenge and pushes Sana’s head back to her cunt, forcing the younger woman to continue to eat her out. Sana does her best, pausing every so often as the pleasure overwhelms her. “I’m cumming!” She yells into Jeongyeon’s cunt. You feel her walls clamp down on your cock as you thrust. She’s trying to milk you. You look at the ecstasy on Jeongyeon’s face and know she’s getting close. Sana’s tight cunt is pushing you near your orgasm too. You keep thrusting during Sana’s orgasm; her moans come quicker and become high-pitched as she’s overstimulated. You have to hold Sana’s body up as she struggles to keep herself up. Her walls stay clenched around your cock as you thrust. 

A few thrusts away, you moan out, “I’m so close. Where do you want it, Sana?”

“Outside!” Sana yells.

“I’m cumming!” Jeongyeon yells. Her nectar is quickly swallowed by Sana, whose tongue is buried inside her friend. Sana follows right after, her body shaking as she cums. You pull out just in time and spurt your cum onto Sana’s back and ass. You’re all breathing heavily. You let go of Sana, and she falls onto the bed. Jeongyeon has her arm covering her eyes as she recovers. You lean forward and kiss the back of Sana’s head before moving up to Jeongyeon and kissing her. Her tongue lazily meeting yours. She moves onto her side and puts her hand on your chest. 

“Tired already?” You say to tease her. 

“Just a little. Let me rest here.” She responds. Jeongyeon puts your arm under her head and leans on you, her leg rising to rub against your cock. “I just need a few minutes.”

Sana crawls on the other side of you, doing the same. “That was a lot more tiring than I thought it would be. You found a good one, Jeongie.” You both look at Jeongyeon, who’s already sleeping. 

You reach for some wipes on the nightstand beside Sana and use one to clean her face. Sana doesn’t say a word but is surprised at how gently you’re caressing her face as you clean her. “Let me get your back too.” You grab another wipe and clean up Sana’s backside to the best of your ability. While you’re focused on cleaning her up while not disturbing Jeongyeon’s sleep. Sana stares at you, her eyes full of curiosity. Once you're done, you toss the wipes toward the trash can, barely missing. “Shoot, I’ll have to pick them up later.”

Sana rests her head on you and turns her eyes toward Jeongyeon. Reaching her arm out and rubbing the older woman’s cheek before her eyes get heavy, she ends up falling asleep, too. You stay awake the longest, thinking about how you got so lucky to end up in this situation. You kiss the top of Jeongyeon’s and Sana’s head before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, Jeongyeon is the first to wake up. She sees your sleeping face and smiles to herself before climbing out of bed. She puts on an oversized shirt and heads to the kitchen. A few minutes later, Sana gets up and heads toward the kitchen, closing the door behind her. As she enters the kitchen, she sees Jeongyeon looking through the fridge. “So, how are you going to do this, Jeongyeon.”

Jeongyeon jumps at the sound of Sana’s voice. “Oh, Sana, I didn't hear you come in. What do you mean?” 

“I mean, I saw how you looked at him last night. I don’t think this is just a sex thing.” Sana says as she leans onto the countertop. “I think feelings are involved here. I know I voiced some support earlier, but you need to figure this out.”

“Sana, I-”

“Jeongyeon, I know what you’re going to say. You haven’t been intimate with your husband in a long time. I get that but think about your kid. Would this guy actually take you in with your kid?” Sana’s doubts about you cause Jeongyeon to grow silent. 

“I…”

“Jeongyeon, I’m not telling you to end it with him. All I’m saying is that you have to keep your feelings out of this. It’s purely sex.” Jeongyeon closes the fridge and looks at the floor like a child who’s been punished. Realizing she’s hurt her friend, Sana takes a step toward Jeongyeon.

“Please leave,” Jeongyeon says quietly, eyes glued to the floor. 

“Jeongie-” 

“I said leave. I don’t want you here,” Jeongyeon’s voice is shaky as she speaks, “I know what I’m doing, Sana. You’ve never been through marriage; you haven’t fallen in love with someone, married them, and had a child with them, only to be thrown to the side! Don’t I deserve to be loved too!” Jeongyeon yells; her knuckles are white as she tightens her hands into balls. Tears are rolling down her cheeks as she continues. “I gave up so much, Sana. I had dreams of being a model or a singer, and I put them aside for him! You know why?! Because I thought he was the one! I thought he would always be there for me, that he would support me later! Now he won’t even look at me!” 

Sana takes another step toward Jeongyeon, her hand reaching out for her friend. “Jeongyeon, I didn’t know.”

“Of course, you didn’t! How could you know?!” Sana rushes in and hugs Jeongyeon, who cries into Sana’s chest. Jeongyeon’s anger turns into pain and anguish: “I-I just want to be loved. Why doesn’t he love me anymore?” Sana stays silent, patting Jeongyeon’s back. The two stay like that until Jeongyeon calms down. Sana moves her into the living room and sits her down on the couch while she makes breakfast for her. 

You come in a few minutes later and see a sniffling Jeongyeon. You kneel in front of her. “What’s wrong, Jeongyeon?” You ask, cupping her cheeks. You see her sad expression and rub her cheeks with your thumbs. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She shakes her head, “Not right now.” 

You kiss her forehead, “That’s okay. We can talk about it whenever you want; if you don’t want to, that’s fine, too. Okay?” Jeongyeon nods and wraps her arms around you, holding you tightly as Sana walks back in. “Morning, Sana.” You say, still holding onto Jeongyeon. 

She gives you a simple nod as she places a plate of food on the coffee table. “I’ll be back with more.” She says, leaving the room quickly. 

You pick up the plate and start feeding Jeongyeon. “Do…you still feel like coming into work? I could always tell the office you’re sick, and you can stay home.” 

“It’s fine; I can come in,” Jeongyeon says before taking a bite from the spoon in front of her. 

“Alright,” You reply before moving the food around the plate for a second. “Do…you regret what we did?” Jeongyeon stays quiet for a minute, and you feel like she’s going to say she does regret it.

“I don’t regret it,” She says softly. Jeongyeon looks into your eyes, “I don’t regret it, I’m just…thinking is all.” She kisses you on the forehead. “You’ve made me feel good about myself.” She gives you a weak smile, and you drop the subject. 

You sit in silence until Sana returns with two more plates of food. “Why so quiet?” She says, putting the plates on the table. “You two have to get to work soon, so finish your food quickly.”

You feed Jeongyeon first, making sure she finishes everything before getting started on your food. “What do you do, Sana? For work, I mean.”

“Me? I do a bit of everything.” She says, dodging your question in a way. Seeing you’re a bit unsatisfied with her answer, she continues, “I’ve done some designing, painting, artistic things.” You give a small nod, a little more satisfied with that answer. Jeongyeon remains quiet for the rest of breakfast. 

“Do you have a place you want me to drop you off? You ask Sana. 

“No, I’ll be leaving now. I like to walk in the mornings, so I’ll probably make that my exercise for today. I’m walking home.” Sana collects the plates, putting them in the kitchen before heading out. 

You turn to Jeongyeon now that it’s just you and her. “Let’s get changed.” She nods her head, and you both go to the bedroom to change into work clothes. You stare at Jeongyeon as she gets changed. Her body turns you on; she catches you staring and gives you a soft smile. Jeongyeon still feels happy that you’re giving her this attention despite her mind being heavy with dozens of thoughts. You both head out to the office, walking in together as you get to your desks. 

“Hi, you two!” You hear being yelled out as you take your seat. Dahyun is quickly walking toward your stations with a massive smile on her face. She notices Jeongyeon’s less-than-happy expression and slows her roll. “Jeongyeon, what’s wrong?” 

“It’s nothing, really.” 

“Hmm, well, alright,” Dahyun responds, a little worried about Jeongyeon. Dahyun comes by you and leans forward, showing you her phone. “Hey, look at these pictures I took of Eunsoo!”

“Eunso?” You reply.

“Ah! That’s right, I never told you her name. My little girl’s name is Eunsoo.” Dahyun shows you pictures that she took of her playing with her kid. 

“She’s cute, Dahyun. I like the picture of her sleeping on you. It’s funny.” Dahyun blushes in response.

“I-yeah. She’s pretty cute. She’s growing up so quickly, too. I miss how small she was when she was born.”

“Are you going to want another kid in the future?” You ask.

Dahyun takes the question the wrong way, assuming you meant you wanted to have a baby with her. “I-um, I don’t think I’m ready to have another one yet,” Dahyun says, her face becoming bright red. “I have to go. I’ll see you later.” She walks off in a hurry, pushing her way through others. 

Jeongyeon overhears the conversation and takes the opportunity to ask you something. “Do…do you want children?” 

You consider her question for a second. “Yeah, I want to have a couple of kids at some point. A family would be nice to have.” Jeongyeon nods her head, a small smile creeping on up. She considers asking another question but stops herself, thinking about Sana’s words. The conversation peters out as the workday begins. The day goes by as usual; you have lunch with Dahyun and Jeongyeon before the day eventually comes to a close. Everyone leaves the office one by one. As Jeongyeon is about to leave, you pull her hand and have her sit back down. You look around, making sure no one would see before kissing her. “Till next time?”

Jeongyeon kisses you again; it’s a much softer kiss than any she’s given. “I…I’ll see when we can meet again.” Jeongyeon leaves the office; she considers the two paths ahead of her as she makes her way home. 

You pack your things and head home, stopping at a grocery store to pick up some much-needed food now that Sana had used what you had left. Walking amongst the aisles, basket in hand, you spot a familiar face in Jihyo.

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Art from August 2024. [Art Trade- Hitoshi Shinso x Kin Yue // Eddy G [OC].

Here I bring you AT [Art Trade] number #13! This time we have a cute sleeping couple, coming from Boku no Hīrō Akademia/ My Hero Academia! x3 💙

Even heroes need a break from time to time, and what better than being asleep next to a beautiful lady with hair as beautiful and curly as hers? x3 It's obvious that these lovebirds enjoy their alone time, so nobody wake them up, please!

I really enjoyed drawing this girl, her design is so cute! And for some strange reason, I loved her sleeping face, it looks so cute to me! x3 … A few more hours and there will be a drool stain on the boy's shirt, I know it and you know it (???

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𝐍𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

↬ 👖 Napoleon has a little problem dressing up for a date in the 21st Century. Luckily, the mansion's residents are there to give him fashion advice, divided into team Sexy, team Defense, and team Cute.

Napoleon Bonaparte x MC, ft. all residents ( Leonardo, Mozart, Arthur, Isaac, Dazai, Comte, Sebastian, Jean, Theo, Vincent, Shakespeare) • rating: G • tags: Humor; Crack; Dress Up • wordcount: 1,797 • masterlist

a/n: An early celebration for Napoleon's upcoming birthday, with the prompt Napo Style from my Napoleon Birthday Celebration 2023 event! Enjoy the chaos!

Thanks to The Door at Comte's mansion being fixed and thus allowing a safe trip through the time and space continuum, newer and cooler dating spots are now available for the mansion's lovebirds, Napoleon and MC! How exciting is that? The latter is especially enthusiastic about strolling the streets of 21st-century Paris and showing off her lover…

The former is currently losing his mind.

Because there is an hour left until they step into the vortex of time-traveling, and Napoleon has no idea how people in the future dress for a date. At all.

"This is a problem." Napoleon muses out loud as he paces back and forth in the mansion's lounge room. Of course, he's not alone there, in this house you never get a moment of privacy no matter where you are. Currently he shares his air with… Leonardo, Mozart, Arthur, Isaac, Dazai, Comte, Sebastian, Jean, Theo, Vincent, Shakespeare… wait, why are all of them here?! Even Shakespeare? Could it be that his worries are so prominently written on his face that the residents' gossip-meter was able to track it, and now they're bursting with curiosity?!

"Everything alright, Naps?" Arthur tests the waters, taking a noisy sip from his coffee.

"Yeah, you can always tell us if you have problems with your dating life. That's what friends are for."  Theo chimes in, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Problems with my dating life? No, it's just… I don't know how to dress up for the date. I thought that maybe I could just go with these clothes…?" Napoleon shrugs, fixing the lapels of his jacket.

"I strongly suggest you don't." Joins Mozart, closing the piano he was pretending to play as he listened in.

"Then what do I put on? MC will be ready in just a moment and she'll no doubt be stunning. Gods… Can any of you help me out?"

"We can."

"Alright old chap, come out whenever you're ready. Too bad that our team's idea is first and therefore it will put an early end to this fashion show." Arthur boasts confidently as he takes his place on the left along with his other team members, part of the Sexy team. As the curtain is dramatically swooshed to reveal Napoleon, the audience livens up in a cacophony of different murmurs…

Napoleon has no idea why the bunch targeted his favorite red curtain-- erm, cape, as the first thing to be removed from the outfit, but in a flash Napoleon sees it hanging from the staircase's railing and he understands. The small space behind the stairs becomes a makeshift changing booth… he does live with the smartest men in history after all. From there on, the smart ideas keep on coming as he steps behind the curtain and braces himself for accepting the various articles of clothing being handed to him to try on.

Napoleon poses awkwardly while trying to hide his attributes, the small cloth hiding his crouch area making it difficult as his pants have been reduced to just that, a loincloth that his trademark big belt holds together. His shirt too has suffered a massive reduction in length and now barely covers his chest, leaving his abs and stomach exposed, a similar thing done to his sleeves so the shirt now reminds more of a tank top of sorts. The golden epaulets from his jacket remain. His boots are untouched, at least. His look is completed with ruffled hair for a messier, sexier hairstyle.

"Ahem. As you may know, the 21st century is vastly different from our times in terms of dressing to impress… so to say, the meaning of that phrase is turned upside down!"

"Undress to impress!" With a finger in the air and a smile on his face, the most unlikely member of team Sexy, Vincent, hurries to add. Before Theo can collapse, Vincent backs up his (unbeknownst to him) scandalous vision with a little bit of his wisdom. "How nice that is, a world that celebrates the body instead of hiding it. Napoleon has a body that many would put on a canvas, and he should celebrate it!"

"Thank you, Vincent."

"Sebastian, why are YOU on this team?" Someone in the crowd asks.

Despite Arthur's confidence in winning this "competition", the other teams are more than eager to have their go in an attempt to beat his idea of modern fashion. After another round of handing stuff to the haphazardly changing behind the curtain Napoleon, a group of four residents get ready to present their idea.

With a perfect little nod, Sebastian says matter-of-factly, "Master Napoleon has a body that many would put on a canvas, and he should celebrate it."

With difficulty, a man in a knight's heavy full armor (that normally can be found in one of the hallways as a decoration) steps in front of the audience's eyes, who they can only assume is Napoleon, due to not a tad of his identity being visible underneath this "outfit".

As a leader of Team Defense, Jean turns to the audience to explain. "The modern world is filled with dangers we're unaware of. Napoleon should prioritize his safety," he eyes his teammate, Shakespeare, who is ready to take the word next: "As well as the safety of his beloved. Thus he clothes in steal and prepares a heavy blade, or a dozen; if the chance arises, he shall defeath all that's on his path, in the name of her!"

As Napoleon hears the signal, he demonstratively takes out a spear, a chain mace, a war hammer, a longsword…! The audience takes a step back.

"They're right. You never know what's out there. There might be cats." Theo nods approvingly, slapping Napoleon's armor as if to test its durability. The last member of team Defense, Mozart, is ready with his own argument.

"Everything there must be dirty. This will protect him from exposure."

Still, this can't end without the final third team showcasing their own unique idea of dressing up Napoleon. And besides, the mansion's daddy, Comte, being a leader of this team is enough to make everyone quiet down and pay attention.

It's a shockingly good argument.

"And finally, team Cute. Because you, my dears, are forgetting a key element of what our fashion show is about, and that is helping our Napoleon win his girl's heart all over again, in a different time, in a different world. We must look from the eyes of MC. And a lady like her, oh her heart surely sings at the sight of everything that can be called cute. She'll swoon and melt as she witnesses Napoleon embracing his inner adorableness; that is for sure!"

Without further ado, Napoleon steps forward, revealing his outfit that for some reason troubles his walking more than the armor from before… the reason might be the tight corset Comte put him in, one made for men nonetheless, but still making it hard for the soldier to act naturally wearing. Especially combined with those high-heeled boots! There's not a trace of any dark colors anywhere to be seen, from frilly innocent whites to sunny yellows to baby pinks, he's dolled up like a little prince from a fairytale. His hair which is the only color out of place, is densely covered in small hairclips, that are not exactly Comte's style, so there might be put there by…

"Napo-chan is so kawaii with the little hair accessories I put on him. I'm convinced MC won't resist kissing you all over."

"Why am I on this team?!" Laments Isaac, whose contribution is narrowed down to an apple he found laying around… surprisingly, posing with the apple does add cute points to Napoleon's look, as much as the physicist hates to admit. He's only on this team because he refused to join in the absurdity of the other two…

"They're right, Naps." Leonardo agrees with a hand on his chin. "I've heard cara-mia gush all over you being cute when you make a slip-up from your mister perfect persona. Be a little clumsier and clueless. She'll find it charming."

Napoleon hums and looks at the palms of his glove-clad hands, a little lost. "I'm, uhhh… not so sure what you mean."

"That's it, just like that."

"Okay, that's all, which team won?" Arthur asks impatiently, not very amused about the fact that his coffee mug is now empty.

"That's for Napoleon to decide. What do you think, Napoleon?"

Napoleon takes a look at all the faces lit up in expectation, and makes a "wait" gesture as he disappeared behind the curtain again. A few seconds later he is out, dressed in what appears to be an untouched replica of his original outfit, but almost hidden beneath various items that each of the teams can recognize as their own.

"You all joined forces to help me, so the answer can only be a combination of your efforts. With this, I'm confident about covering all bases necessary for a successful date with my Nunuche. Thank you."

"Spoken like a true leader!" Dazai cheers, instantly approving the idea.

The door swings open as MC walks in at a fast pace, hurrying to collect Napoleon's hand and take him away. She's dressed in a simple sundress and wearing her light pink bag over a shoulder with the little Mousette charm hanging from it.

"There you are Napoleon, we're going to be late for our date…! What are you wearing?"

Napoleon makes a troubled humming noise as he shakes off item after item, throwing them in different directions as they clatter against the floor and roll off somewhere. He's back in his day-to-day outfit.

"Nothing much. Nunuche, the truth is… you're stunning. I didn't want to disappoint you. I'm sorry but I couldn't find anything to dress up for our date."

"Oh? What are you talking about, we're going to get you dressed up right now! As soon as we step out of the door we'll go to my friend Mai's boutique and you can have a full Comtherapy!"

"…I…What's a Comtherapy?"

"A Comte-therapy! A shopping therapy, dummy! He even gave me money to dress you up this morning! Thank you, daddy Comte!"

"You're welcome, ma cherie."

"COMTE? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?" a bunch of voices speak up at the same time.

"Why, my dearest residents and I were having so much fun. Who am I to spoil it?"

Amidst the chaos, Napoleon and MC begin to laugh, their hands still intertwined because of MC's earlier attempt to sneak Napoleon out of the rowdy room. Napoleon smirks and takes the lead, leaving the residents to their wits.

"Come on, Nunuche. Let's go on our date."

MC swoons and gawks, following right after.

"Gods Napoleon, you're so charming!"

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hello, can I request a small fluffy 'the morning after' drabble. Just Joel and reader laying in bed being cute. thank uuu

Joel Miller x Reader - Drabble

You woke up to the gentle light of dawn streaming through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. As you stirred in bed, you felt the weight of Joel's arm draped over you, his steady breaths rising and falling in sync with your own. 

Memories of last night came flooding back to you, and your cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. It had been a passionate night, filled with all of the intensity and tenderness that you had come to associate with Joel. And now, with the morning light filtering in, you felt a sense of contentment settling over you.

You turned to look at Joel, who was still sleeping peacefully beside you. His face was relaxed, his features softened by the light. It was moments like these that you cherished the most, when you were able to just be together, without the chaos and danger of the outside world.

You gently shifted closer to him, pressing your body against his as you rested your head on his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart, and it filled you with a sense of calm. For a moment, the rest of the world faded away, and all that mattered was this moment, this feeling of closeness and safety.

Joel stirred beside you, and you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you even closer. "Good morning," he murmured, his breath tickling your ear. "Good morning," you replied, a smile spreading across your face as you turned to face him. "Last night was...amazing." Joel's lips quirked up in a grin. "It certainly was."

You lay there for a few more moments, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace, before Joel leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I can't believe how lucky I am," he said, his voice low and husky with emotion. "To wake up next to you every morning...it's more than I ever could have hoped for." You felt your heart swell with love as you looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and tenderness there.

"I feel the same way," you said, reaching up to cup his cheek. "You make me so happy, Joel."

He leaned in and kissed you again, his lips warm and familiar against yours. You pulled away, your foreheads resting together.

"You know," you said, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. "I don't think I'll ever forget last night."

Joel chuckled, his eyes shining with amusement. "Is that so? Care to remind me?"

Just as Joel leaned in to kiss your neck, you heard a knock on the door. Joel sighed and before he got the chance to get up and put on his shirt, Ellie barged in.

"Hey, lovebirds," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Am I interrupting something?"

Joel rolled his eyes and motioned for Ellie to come in. "What do you want, Ellie?" he asked, trying to sound annoyed but failing to hide the smile on his face.

Joel and you exchanged a look, both of you feeling a little embarrassed. It wasn't every day that you opened up like that, and having Ellie catch you in such a vulnerable moment was...well, it was embarrassing. "Just wanted to know how my two favorite people in this town are doing." Ellie shrugged her shoulders.

"We're fine, Ellie," Joel said, his voice gruff. "Just trying to get some rest."

Ellie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I can see that," she said, gesturing at the rumpled sheets on the bed. "Looks like you guys had a real productive night."

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment as Joel shot Ellie a warning look. "That's enough, Ellie," he said, his voice low.

Ellie shrugged, still grinning. "Hey, I'm just teasing. You two are cute together, that's all."

You shot Joel a questioning look, wondering if he was as uncomfortable with this as you were. But to your surprise, he just grinned and pulled you closer to him, his arm around your waist.

"Well, we're glad you think so, Ellie," he said, his tone playful. "But we're going to need some alone time now, so if you don't mind..."

Ellie smirked and raised her hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. I'll leave you lovebirds alone. But don't do anything I wouldn't do."

With a final wink, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving Joel and you alone once again. Joel sighed and turned to you, “Teenagers, right? Now where were we, darlin’.” 

[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 11

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“Welcome to St. George's Park, Olivia.”

“Please, call me Liv.”

“Liv, perfect. I'm Emily, but you can call me Em.”

“Nice to meet you” I smile.

“Now, let me show you around and introduce you to everyone else.”

I did it. I said yes to their offer and here I am, at England's national team headquarters. And it doesn't feel real.

I can't believe I've just been welcomed by the girl I always see on those arrivals videos, that I am crossing the same doors and walking through the same hall the players always do, that I am about to basically live with the national men's team for a week. 

“Did you receive the email with the schedules and all the rules?” Emily asks me.

“I did, yes.” The rules. Like, for example, personal relationships inside the facilities not being allowed. 

“Perfect. Here is your room key and your credentials” she says, giving me an envelope. “I've also added a little map of the building in case you need it during the first few days, this place can be a bit of a maze” she laughs. 

“Oh, thank you. That's very kind of you.”

“You're welcome” she smiles.  

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“And this is your room” Emily says after we are done with all the introductions and she's showed me around. “141.”

“Nice number” I chuckle. “Thank you for accompanying me.”

“No problem. If you need anything just call me. You have my phone number, right?”

“I do.”

“Great. I'll leave you so can get changed and chill for a bit before the craziness starts.”

“Thank you. Again.”

“Welcome to the team, Liv” she says, giving me a quick hug before disappearing through the corridor.

“Ok. Let's go” I say to myself before opening the door.

The room isn't the biggest one, definitely nothing compared to the one I was able to enjoy in Paris. But it looks pretty cosy, a big window at the end of it that leads to the training grounds. Maybe I'll be able to watch them from there. And like Emily told me on our way here, my uniform is waiting for me on the bed.

“I told them to give you a pair of leggings but also some joggers, there are days when we like to be more comfortable than others. And you also have a hoodie, a jacket, and a pair of different t-shirts so you can pick whichever you prefer” she said.

But what I wasn't expecting to find next to my clothes, was a bouquet of flowers and a Cadbury chocolate tablet. 

Welcome to the team, Liv! - Your favourite boys ⁠♡

Cute.

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“Here she is! My favourite barista!”

“Hello, Madders.”

“I'm so happy you said yes to this, Liv” he says while giving me a hug.

“Let's hope I don't end up regretting it.”

“You won't, you'll see. Did you get the flowers?”

“I did, yes. Thank the boys for me.”

“The boys?” Madders says with a confused look. “It was just me and Declan.”

“What? I thought that my favourite boys meant the whole team.”

“No, no, no” he laughs. “Those flowers are just from me and Declan.”

“And the chocolate?”

“There was chocolate too?”

“That was all me” someone says behind me. Declan. “Hello, Liv. Welcome” he smiles as I turn around.

“Hi” I say, getting once again lost in his eyes.

“I think I'm gonna go see if Chilly has arrived. I'll leave you alone so you can catch up… lovebirds” Madders says, whispering the last word and running away before I can hit him.

“He is so annoying.”

“Yeah” Declan chuckles. “So, how are you feeling? Ready to have to see us 24/7?”

“Yes… and no. There are players I want to see 24/7, and others that I don't want to see. At all.”

“And in which category do I fit in?” Declan asks with a cheeky smile, taking a step forward. He is so close now that I can smell his perfume all around me, and that always is so dangerous. 

“Pick a guess” I manage to say.

“I think that, for example, a certain City player with a questionable haircut and big calves fits the not seeing him at all category.”

“As if his haircut was the only questionable thing about him” I snort.

“So mean, Olivia” Declan says, closing the space between us a bit more, now making me focus on his lips. On how much I want to kiss them. “You can't do that here.”

“Uh?”

“Kiss me, Liv. Not here.”

“I wasn't thinking about…”

“Of course not” he laughs. “But there is a place where you can do it. No one goes there.”

“Declan, I can't break the rules on my first day.”

“No one will see us. Come” he says, starting to walk away.

What do I do? Do I go with him? Do I run in the other direction? There is no one around, but what if…

“Liv, are you coming or not?”

“I… Ok” I say, taking a deep breath and following him. Following him and losing him all at the same time. “Declan? Declan, where did you go?”

“Here” I hear him say before a hand grabs my arm and drags me inside a room I hadn't seen, closing the door behind me and pushing me against it. “I've missed you, Liv.”

“I…” But I'm not allowed to say that I've missed him too, those lips I've been dreaming of kissing just a minute ago finding mine. 

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“Declan… Declan, you are gonna be late.”

“Just one more kiss. The last one.”

“You said that five minutes ago” I laugh.

“Sorry” he smiles before kissing me again.

We've been at St. George's for a few days now, and every time neither of us is busy, we find ourselves meeting in this random room that is kind of hidden and making out, telling each other about our day between kisses.

“Ok, enough” I say, managing to stop him. “Those are enough kisses to wish you good luck for the rest of the season.” Because that was his excuse to meet today. That he needed me to wish him good luck for the game. 

“I beg to differ.”

“Declan… no” I say, putting a finger on his lips when he moves forward once again.

“I'm going to eat you.”

“Declan!” I laugh when he bites me.

“You taste so good, Liv.”

“What doesn't taste good is the bench, which is where you will be if you are late to catch the bus.”

“Urgh, fine” he says, finally giving up. “But you have to promise me something.”

“What now?” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Don't fall asleep until I'm back.”

“No, not happening. The moment the game ends, I'm gone. I have an early morning tomorrow because I have to make sure you lot have your coffee ready.”

“Well, that's a shame. Because I know I am scoring tonight, and that when I'm back I'm gonna want to celebrate” he smirks.

“You…” I'm pretty sure that what he has in mind to celebrate that possible goal, isn't having a drink together. 

“You and I, Liv” he whispers, caressing my cheek. “If you want to, of course.”

“I… I do. But here?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes” I nod. 

“Then wait for me awake” Declan says before kissing me again.

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“Don't fall asleep, Olivia. Don't” I say to myself. But it is impossible. 

The game is a snoozefest, no one has scored, and Declan won't be doing it since he was already subbed off after feeling something on his hamstring. But even if nothing happens tonight, I want to be awake and call him after the game is over, ask him how he is feeling. Will I manage to do it?

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“I’m so sorry about last night, Declan. I didn't manage to stay awake and I didn't hear my phone when you called me.”

“It's ok, don't worry” he smiles. A tired smile that, mixed with his bed hair, makes me want to cuddle him until he falls asleep again. He's never looked cuter.

“How is your hamstring feeling?”

“It doesn't seem to be anything serious.”

“Oh, great.”

“But see how all those kisses weren't enough? Now we have to reschedule our date.”

“Shh!” I say, looking around. We are at the cafeteria, half the team already there waiting for Southgate.

“They are busy drinking your wonderful coffees, Liv. They don't care about us” Declan chuckles.

“Just in case. If there is something I've learnt this week, is that you guys love gossiping.”

“Heard anything juicy?” he asks, arching an eyebrow. 

“See? You just proved my point” I reply, making him laugh, some of his teammates look our way. Great, just great. “You should go join the others.”

“I prefer your company.”

“Declan…”

“Ok, ok. But don't forget about you know what.” It is the only thing I've been able to think about since he suggested it, so I think I won't be forgetting about it, no. “I personally can't wait” he winks before walking away and leaving me holding onto the counter as if my life depended on it. 

How can something so simple turn me on so much? Urgh.