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Heated Waters
synopsis: being married is hard, being married without seeing each other is even harder.
â content: Hiromi Higuruma x F! Reader, nsfw, bathtub sex, fingering, Hiromi neglects his wife, but boy does he make up for it
â wc: 1.9k
âYeah we do it pretty much every day.â
Satoru said, taking a leisurely sip of his water. His pale face alight with mischief, a shit-eating grin across his lips. His three coworkers stared at him in (jealousy) disbelief.
Suguru was the first to break the silence, wanting to save face âEveryday is a bit much, isnât it, Satoru?â
Satoru chuckled, his blue eyes glinting with amusement as he watched his friend squirm. "What about you guys? How often do our married friends get it in?" His gaze flickered to Nanami, who cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, his eyes fixed on the steam rising from his coffee cup.
âTwice a week, I supposeâŚâ
Satoru's smile widened, clearly entertained by the responses he was drawing out. He then turned his attention to the oldest among them, Hiromi Higuruma, who was carefully straightening his tie, a subtle attempt to avoid eye contact.
âWhat about you, Higuruma?â
âYour wife, (Y/N) is a little younger than you, right? Câmon Higuruma-SanâŚShe a total freak?â Satoru teased.
Hiromi's jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation crossing his features as his grip on his coffee cup tightened. He took a slow, measured breath, his voice strained but controlled when he finally spoke.
âPlease donât talk about my wife like that.â
But Satoru, ever the instigator, didnât back down. âItâs just us guys riiggght? And I canât lie Higuruma, youâre one lucky guy. (Y/N) is a catch.â
Nanami nodded in agreement, as did Suguru, though both seemed to sense the discomfort growing in Hiromi. The older man could only sigh, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the conversation.
It was trueâyou were everything he could have ever wanted in a partner. Beautiful, intelligent, kind-heartedâhis perfect match. If heaven existed, Hiromi was certain youâd be the only one worthy of it.
But long nights in the office, and early mornings preparing for court would take a toll on any relationship. The truth was⌠Hiromi hadnât touched you in over a month. By the time he came homeâyou were fast asleep, and weekends were spent running the mountain of errands you couldnât get to during the week. You loved each other of course, but it was hard. A month without feeling the warmth of your husband's hands all over your skin was starting to weigh heavily on both of you.
âYou donât have to answer Higuruma-san..â Nanami chimed in, sensing his elder colleagueâs discomfort.
âOver a month.â Hiromi exhaled, the truth slipping out before he could stop it.
The room fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in.
âWHAT?â Gojo audibly gasps. âYour wife looks like THAT and you havenât fââ
Suguru swiftly cut him off with a well-placed elbow to the chest. âSatoru⌠leave Higuruma alone.â The long-haired male warns. âStill, that is surprising.â
âI know I know..â Higuruma pinches his bridge. He wanted nothing more than to have his wife under him⌠on top of him. But the endless stream of work kept him trapped in a cycle of exhaustion. âIâve been so busy I canât even remember the last time I actually spoke to her properly.â
Suguru offered an apologetic smile. âSounds like you need a break.â
âSounds like you need some pussââ Nanami quickly elbowed Satoru in the chest before he could finish his sentence.
Hiromi shook his head, letting out a dry chuckle as he ran a hand through his dark locks, clearly frustrated with himself. âI appreciate your concern, guys, but I donât see how I can take a break right now. I have so much work to do, and Iâm the only one who knows how to handle all of it.â
âHiguruma-San. Satoru will take care of the paperwork for you.â Nanami suggested with a deadpan expression.
âHUH?â Satoru blurted out, clearly caught off guard by the sudden assignment.
âYeah,â Nanami continued, ignoring Satoruâs protest. âItâs not like he actually does any work around here anyway.â
Suguru smirked, nodding in agreement. âThatâs true. You might as well make yourself useful, Satoru.â
Before Hiromi could protest, the trio moved in unisonâSuguru grabbing Hiromiâs briefcase, Nanami steering him toward the door, and Satoru sighing dramatically as he resigned himself to the task.
âAre⌠are you boys sure about this? I donât want to burden youââ
âNonsense! Go home and take care of your wife!â
Hiromi placed his briefcase by the door, his tie feeling suddenly too tight around his neck. He loosened it with a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he glanced around. The familiar scent of home greeted him. It was comforting yet bittersweet, a reminder of all the moments he had missed. The living room was tidy, the soft hum of the dishwasher running in the kitchen. You had clearly been busy, taking care of the house as you always did, even when he wasnât around.
âHoney?â Hiromi calls out to you, his voice echoing slightly in the stillness.
Frowning, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair before making his way down the hall. As he approached the bathroom, he noticed a faint light seeping out from under the door, accompanied by the sound of water gently lapping against the tub.
He hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened the door.
The sight that greeted him made his breath catch in his throat. There you were, reclining in the bathtub, your eyes closed, head resting on the edge as steam rose around you. The soft glow of candles illuminated the room, casting a warm, serene light over your features.
You looked so peaceful, so beautifulâthat it almost hurt to look at you. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly as he took in the sight, but the guilt and longing only deepened. How long had it been since heâd taken the time to appreciate you like this? Since heâd been able to just⌠be with you?
You opened your eyes, gaze meeting your husband as he leaned against the door frame.
âHiromi?â you murmured, your voice soft, almost questioning, as if unsure whether he was really there or just a figment of your imagination.
âHey HoneyâŚâ his voice equally soft, as he took a tentative step closer. The warmth of the room seemed to wrap around him, melting away some of the dayâs stress.
âYouâre home early.â You muse, looking at him as you rested your arms on the tub. He doesnât respond, just walks towards you with purposeful steps.
Hiromi stares down at you with half-lidded eyes.âThe guys decided I need a break.â He paused, his breath hitching slightly as he continued, âCan I join you?â A playful smirk tugged at the corner of your lips.
âOnly if you take off your clothes this time.â
A dry chuckle escaped his lips as he unbuttons his dress shirt, letting each article of clothing fall to the tile floor. As he finally sheds his boxers before settling behind you. You exhaled softly, the tension youâd been holding onto for weeks dissipating as you sank into your husbandâs embrace.
Hiromi didnât waste a moment, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck, placing lazy, lingering kisses along the curve where your shoulder met your throat. His breath was warm against your skin, his kisses slow and unhurried, as if savoring every second, every inch of you.
His hands werenât idle either, tracing gentle patterns along your stomach, moving upwards to cup your breasts with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. He nipped lightly at your earlobe, his voice a husky murmur, âIâve missed you⌠more than you know.â
âMissed you too âRomi..â Your voice trembling as the almost foreign heat began to pool in your core.
Deft fingers teased your nipples, rolling and pinchingâeliciting a soft moan from your lips as your body arched into his touch. Your hand reached back, tangling in his dark locks, pulling him closer as his lips traveled down to your shoulder, his other hand snaking under the water to your aching cunt.
âahhhh⌠s-shitt..â You cry out as Hiromiâs fingers slowly circle your swollen bud. His touch light, teasing.
âThirty-two days⌠Iâm so sorry mâlove.â He mumbles into your shoulder as he slips a slender digit into your entrance. Your walls flutter immediately around the intrusion, as he gently pumped into you.
He adds another finger, curling up to the spot he had neglected all those weeks. He extended his thumb to rub your clit. You arch your back against him, feeling his cock twitch against your ass.
âHiroâŚâ you moan, reaching behind for him, but he bites down lightly on your shoulder.
âNot yet, pretty girl, want you tâcum first okay?â
He whispers as he feels your gummy walls clench around him.
He speeds up his ministrations, digits stuffing your cunt as your pussy throbs and squelches. Your whimpers echo around the tiled walls, water lapping around your bodies.
You feel the pressure building as each thrust of his long fingers brush against your g-spot.
âg-gonna cum!â
âCum fâme sweetheart pleaseâgod⌠need it so bad.â Hiromi mumbles as he pumps even faster.
âa-ahh!â you cry as you reach your high, walls clenching as you cum on your husbandâs hand. He removes his fingers from you, moving to gently circle your clit as you come down from your orgasm.
You both stay there for a moment, your heavy breathing the only sound occupying the space, mingling with the gentle slosh of water against the porcelain tub. Hiromiâs arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you closer.
Slowly, he lifted you, the warm water swirling around you both as he maneuvered you to face him, settling you on his lap. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your knees pressing against the cool sides of the tub.
You straddled Hiromi, your bodies now fully aligned, chest to chest. Your husband's dark, half-lidded eyes bore into yours, his expression a mixture of raw need and unspoken tenderness. He let his hands rest on your waist for a moment, thumbs tracing gentle circles against your damp skin as he took in the sight of you.
âI donât know how Iâve stayed away from you for so longâŚâ his voice breaking slightly as if the admission pained him.
Your breath hitched as you shifted slightly in his lap, feeling the tension between you intensify. Hiromiâs hands slid up your sides, his touch deliberate and slow, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as his lips finally found yours. The kiss was deep, full of hunger that had been simmering between you both for far too long.
His grip on your waist tightened as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a dance that left you dizzy with need.
Breaking the kiss, Hiromi leaned his forehead against yours, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
âI wonât make that mistake again.â
Without a word, he rose from the tub, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. Water cascaded down your bodies, pooling at your feet as he carried you toward the bedroom, his lips trailing wet kisses down the side of your neck.
He laid you gently onto the bed, your back sinking into the soft silken sheets, but Hiromi didnât waste any time. His gaze darkening as he climbed over you, his body hovering just above yours, his eyes drinking you in like a man starved.
âIâm going to make up for every second Iâve missed.â
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Neuvillette pines for you.
Furina learns to avoid him simply so she doesn't have to hear about whatever thing you've done lately that Neuvillette is obsessed with.
The ache is so deep in his soul it almost hurts.
The rain comes in a downpour sometimes. To match the wetness on his cheeks. Though sometimes he can't tell if it's the rain or his tears on his face.
You find him like this one evening. An umbrella tucked under your arm as you find the Chief Justice on the shore, head bowed and completely soaked.
"Monsieur Neuvillette?" you ask softly, coming up behind him. Your umbrella is just big enough to protect him from the rain. "Are you alright?"
He turns to you with shock on his face, tears still running down his face. A thousand thoughts race through his head, everything from did you see him crying to why in the world are you out in the rain?
A soft, gentle hand touches his cheek. It takes him a moment to realize it's your hand, the softest thing he's felt. Instinctively, he wants to lean into the touch. So he does.
"Are you crying?" your voice is soft, concerned, without the barest hint of judgement he so easily passes on to the players of his court.
The umbrella is shoved into the crook of his arm, and another hand reaches up to join the other. You cup both of his cheeks, though he has to bend slightly to allow you to do so, which he does so easily.
"There," you murmur, brushing your thumbs under his eyes. Your smile is so soft, even softer than your touch. "You have beautiful eyes, Monsieur Neuvillette. I hate to see you so sad."
The rain stops suddenly, as though someone has turned off a switch in the sky itself. His cheeks are dry and the sky is clear, and before he can say a word, you're looking up at it instead of him, still smiling.
"The rain stopped." You sound so happy about it, he almost feels bad for making it rain. You press the umbrella further against his hand.
Your touch feels warm. Inviting, and soft. Everything about you feels soft to him.
"Keep it for next time, okay? I'd hate to stumble upon you wandering through the rain again. You could catch a cold!"
He clears his throat softly, trying to figure out words. He's pretty sure words didn't exist before you started talking to him, and now he's floundering over them like a child.
"Allow me to walk you home," he finally manages, as though he didn't stumble over words for the first time in his life.
You smile, and link your arm through his own when he offers it. The sky above you two hasn't been this clear and blue in ages.
Perhaps, after he finishes walking you home, he can figure out how to finally ask you to dinner.
But who knows, really. After all, if he cries again, will you touch him as softly as before?
There's only one way to find out.
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Hey also you know that post about getting better at cooking and handling meat and stuff?
Meat is really expensive and it goes bad pretty quickly.
If you're a new cook and you're trying to figure out how to pan-fry something so that it tastes good, might I recommend tofu?
I'm not saying "treat tofu like meat and try to replace all your favorite meat dishes with tofu" (though, I mean, if that sounds good - go for it), I'm saying "it's a lot easier to practice heating a pan and flipping objects in a pan for a meal and seasoning objects in a pan when the objects in the pan cost two dollars instead of ten dollars."
Tofu lasts a lot longer in the fridge than meat does, is easy to season, and you can easily learn how to pan-fry it into a tasty snack (or main course) and only requires a little extra prep. You can also pretend that the tofu is raw meat (the texture isn't dissimilar) and start practicing for things like how to take it out of a package or cut it on a sanitizable surface, etc.
My favorite way to cook tofu is to press extra firm tofu for at least half an hour (you can get a cheap tofu press for around ten dollars, or you can put it between two plates with some books on the top plate - this is that extra prep i was talking about - tofu cooks best if you press the excess water out), then slice a 14oz cake of it into 8 slices. I lay these flat and sprinkle cayenne pepper, mushroom powder, and smoked paprika on all of the slices, then I rub it in and flip the slices and season the other side the same way. I cook it in a frying pan with a thin layer of avocado or olive oil over medium heat, flipping every two minutes until the flat sides start to crisp up a little. Just before the last flip I add about a tablespoon of tamari sauce (you can use soy sauce, I've just got allergies) to the pan, sprinkling it over the tofu so that both sides get a little bit of sauce on them.
I have that with steamed vegetables and with jasmine rice (with two teaspoons of rice wine vinegar per 3 cups of dry rice and 4.5 cups of water). I also make a honey-siracha-mayo sauce that I dip the tofu in.
It's really good. And now I end up eating leftover rice and sauce with fried eggs for lunch at least two days a week and that's also really good.
This has become one of my go-to low spoon foods because it's so easy to make, it's filling, it tastes good to me, and it has become extremely easy for me to keep a stock of tofu in the fridge compared to the effort of keeping un-expired meat in the fridge.
I find that a 14oz pack of tofu feeds two adults for one meal, though I can stretch that to three meals if I'm the only one eating.
It makes a very cheap, filling, easy dinner that I can keep the ingredients around for without too much concern for food waste or anything going bad (the tofu that I get lasts about a month in the fridge and these days I just buy three packs every time I'm at aldi and cycle in new stock - it costs $1.50 per pack)
If you're interested in becoming a better cook, rather than worrying about actual high-risk products like raw chicken that can be seriously dangerous and also cost a fair amount, tofu has a pretty low barrier to entry while also being a good way to learn on a new ingredient that has some similar properties to raw meat.
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Thinking some thoughts.
#so you know how my allergies are really bad right? well if you didnât know; you know now#it varies year to year and place to place but this summer weâre at âtwo benadryl and still have itchy eyes and eczemaâ levels#this spring/summer has been Bad. like really bad. i feel like all my body does is create mucus#which is gross and terrible BUT it has meant iâve gotten pretty well acquainted with what my allergy symptoms are#with that in mind. throughout 2020-21 (and honestly probably the first half of 2022) i thought i had pretty vicious environmental allergies#at all times. to like.. idk dust? that was the only thing i could assume#because i would wake up every morning and immediately hack up a lung#i had a smokerâs cough basically all the time and it was the WORST time to have it. because yâknow. global pandemic in which âdry hacking#coughâ was the main and most identifiable symptom#i kept telling people âi donât have covid i have allergiesâ and sounding ridiculous because itâd be like november#and the thing is i really genuinely did believe it bc it was really the only symptom i had or experienced#i never got a cold during that time period and my seasonal allergies werenât that bad because uhhh *checks notes* i barely went out#THIS year though. my seasonal allergies are about as bad as theyâve ever been and THAT is making me realise a really interesting thing#i donât cough. when iâm having an allergic reaction. my nose gets blocked and runny; my eyes stream and itch; my skin breaks out in hives#but i donât cough or wheeze at ALL#now thereâs still the possibility that i have a dust mite allergy and it presents differently to my seasonal allergies#but nothing has changed in my environment. itâs still the same level of dust. so why.. why would i no longer be coughing#i now present to you my theory. see; i was in paris in january of 2020 and i stayed in a 10 person hostel room because it was dirt cheap#and of my approximately 6 roommates (it wasnât at full occupancy); about 3 were coughing#i went home and had a pretty bad cold which my mom caught from me and she wound up with complications (an ear infection)#and i proceeded to cough and wheeze every single morning and honestly a few times throughout the day. for the next 2.5 years#obviously i didnât know about coronavirus back then and even when i found out about it a month or two later; i didnât really suspect it#a couple of times iâve joked with my mom âwhat if i was patient zeroâ but no genuinely. what if i was#i never tested. there wasnât even a test. what if i had long covid for two and a half years and thought it was a dust mite allergy#itâs suspicious!!!!#either way; if you need me iâm going to book a doctorâs appointment to see if i can get stronger antihistamines#i would really love to be able to sit outside without drowning in my own snot#personal
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ââ smarty. ( pjs ) đŞˇ
ŕš Jay has had enough of your brattiness for today, thereâs only so much he can take.. so he may as well teach you a little lesson, right?
pair: bf!jay ă
gf!reader | warnings: smut, angst (??), small age gap (jay is 5 years older), d/s dynamics, bratty!reader, slight ddlg themes, spanking, p.ssy slapping, oral (f. rec), edging, crying, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, reader is implied to be a curvy/thick girly but anyone can read tbh ! | words: 1.7k
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âwhatâd i tell you about saying things like that?â
âi donât care, itâs true !â you snarled, if it hadnât been made clear how aggravated you were, it sure as hell was now.
you and jay spent the weekend with his parents at a resort somewhere in jeju. everything was going fine at first, that was until an unexpected guest invited themselves to join your little âfamily tripâ. her name was hanna ? halie ? you donât know and you didnât care. what fogged your mind for the rest of the trip was how she clung up onto jay like the smoke to dry ice.
what agitated you even more about her was her need to call you out asking you a million questions about your clothing and how sheâs so shocked that jay settled down with someone like you. all of her backhanded compliments would rub you the wrong way and she just gave you weird vibes. itâs as if you werenât âpretty enoughâ to date him; according to her at least. donât get it twisted, jay definitely shut all of that down. he wouldnât let any woman pin you as anything less than you were. a fucking goddess.
âwhyâre you acting like this? whatâd i even do?â he paused. âwhat haneul does has nothing to do with me.â he continued, eyes focused on the road. heâs become fed up with your constant nagging. maybe itâs just his level of maturity that makes him unable to see it, but he doesnât understand why you worry so much, it was as if every âi love you the mostâ âyouâre my favoriteâ âitâs only youâsâ didnât matter. he felt like his words held no weight whatsoever.
ânothing to do with you ? hah, youâre the one who let her bombard our vacation. might i add family vacation.â you sterned, shifting your body closer to the door of the vehicle, looking out the window.
âwhat did you expect me to do y/n? sheâs been a family friend for years now, i canât just tell her to fuck off and go somewhere else. sheâd go crying to my mom about how mean i was to her and thatâs just extra drama that i donât need right now..â he exhaled heavily, glancing at your avoidant figure. when he got no reply from you he left it be, turning up the music to avoid the awkward atmosphere the both of you created.
ŕš ŕš ŕš
âbabe, can you pass me my frames ?â jay dared to ask even though youâd been ignoring him since the incident from earlier.
ây/n.â âplease ?â watching as you hadnât budged even a bit he grew upset. it was already bad enough for him that you were acting like he didnât even exist, which was fine. though, he wouldnât just take your constant disrespect.
so he got rid of what seemed to be your main source of attention. your phone.
âwhat the fuck, jay !â you reached at him. âgive me my phone !â
âjay !â he mocked, his voice altering to sound high pitched like yours. âdonât you see that iâm trying put things back together? why do you have to act like such a child.â he was disappointed in you. you were a fully legal adult, yet your actions said differently.
âstrip.â jay broke the silence you let fill the room. you were hesitant, and confused, but at least you were actually looking at him now. âyou heard me, now.â his brow raised as his mouth slipped a scoff.
were you just gonna let him boss you around ? definitely not. were you feeling intimidated ? yes. but your pride stood stronger than the trouble youâd get into. you breathe heavily finding your way to the door of your bedroom for your dramatic escape; until you felt a tug at your arm and then the softness of your mattress, cosigned with the weight of your built boyfriend.
âi guess i have to do everything myself today, huh ?â jay sounded calm but you knew otherwise, and youâd be lying if you said you didnât let this play out just to see this side of him. âcause you did. hell, you felt your wetness dripping past the wall of your ass, the sticky sensation sending your body chills.
the jingle of his belt caught your attention, but before you could even glance at him, your face was meshed with the comforter of your shared bed. you shriek.
âjayâ !â
âoh now you wanna talk ? huh, funny.â his hand sent goosebumps throughout your body as he runs his palm over your clothed ass. âitâs a shame you donât listen. now your pretty tails gonna be all red.â he pinched the fabric of your skirt flicking it upwards onto your lower back.
â âm sorry..â you uttered feeling him tug at your underwear.
now, jay was ignoring you. all you felt was him adjusting your waist, so that your ass sat in the air.
ââm really sorry..jaââ you pause, shrieking at the leather that came in contact with your silky skin. if you could describe the feel of it, itâs like a slow burn, a slow burning that spread like wildfire everytime he unleashed the branded weapon on you.
discipline is a topic your parents took lightly. yeah, they disciplined you, but it was never a âbend over my kneeâ type of discipline. more like, every morning you wake up âsit in that cornerâ type of discipline. jay never went soft on you when it came down to it. he wanted to make sure you never do whatever youâre in trouble for again.
âcrying ? whatâre you crying for,â jay never pushed aside your emotions, he had to hear you out or his guilt would eat him alive. hearing you sniffle shot a sort of worry in him.
âlisten, you put yourself in this situationââ he paused throwing his belt. âyou already know what happens when you wanna act like a brat.â he palmed your cunt. he wasnât going to baby you this time, thatâs all he ever did. maybe this was partially his fault too..
subconsciously, you felt yourself grinding on his hand. you were needy, you always were after a punishment, even if he didnât know. but now, you were on display. there was no way he wouldnât find out.
âyouâre such a fucking slut,â his thumb caressing your entrance, pushing your sweetness through your dewy folds. âalready so wet for daddy, hm?â his thumb slid through your sticky walls in a in and out motion. your slick caking his finger everytime he pulled it from inside you.
âplease..â was a constant that came from your mouth. you didnât know what you were pleading for. more ? less ? what was it ? you only knew that he made you feel so good. the look of him drenched you. you wanted him to slut you out. ruin you.
âplease ? please what?â he couldnât help but snort at you. the mere thought that you can get what you want with just a pleaseâ scratch that. the thought that you think you can get whatever you want after testing his patience, made him laugh. âplease.. forgive me ?â
âi dunno..mâ you slurred, you were estatic. just his thumb, making you feel so dumb. it made you feel small, like you were nothing but a tiny spectacle of dust.
âyou dunno..? wanâ me to help you find out ?â you were flipped onto your back before you knew it. once you saw the shift in his eyes change, you knew what he was prone to do. the thought itself making you spread your legs wide open.
you even made the mistake of trying to rub yourself. that quickly got disposed.
âyou lost your damn mind ?â his hand reached down to slap your weeping pussy.
âbaby, i canât wait.. please!â you whined watching as he kneeled down, face between your begging thighs, hands cupping each pretty chunk of flesh.
âbut you can.â âmatter of fact, you will.â he blew onto your core. the cold sensation bringing your hips to a jolt. his eyes scanned your smaller figure watching every expression that played out on your face, then down to your breasts. âlift up your shirt, let me see your beautiful body, baby.â
earning yourself a âgood little girl.â when you comply.
ŕš ŕš ŕš
you hadnât gotten a break since he started his mouth on you. drinking in your first orgasm, then the second. seems like you were now on your third.
âfuck.. jay.â you groaned your hips aching to move in his grasp. youâd try not to breakdown whenever his nose came in touch with your throbbing clit.
âyou done ? talk to me baby.â he growled against your heat. his warm breath made you thirsty. he was eating you like it was his last supper. ripping you to absolute shreds.
âiâm gonna come, daddy..â your legs were shaking, your voice was whiney, and you needed an exhale. once he started sucking on your clit your back arched. at him, the feel, and the thought of him, making you feel.
âyeah, you gonna come for me ?â
âyeah.. wanâ come for you..â you spoke through labored breaths. once your moaning got louder, he stopped. heâd love to make you come, third times a charm. but he wasnât going to. he basically lured you in just to trick you.
âjayy !â âit was right there, i was about to cum !â you childishly whined at the begging sensation between your legs. the quivering feeling making you force your legs closed to suppress the throbbing feel. you felt his hungry stare on you. you knew he wanted you. itâs when you realized this wasnât an after punishment treat. he was edging you. right after overstimulating you. how cruel..
âaww, look at you ! my pretty girl..â he pouted at you, your sad, twitching state. you were groaning for more as he watched you. pitying you. how could you have thought it was over? after a mere spanking ? silly.
âi guess you really thought huh.â he cackled. âooh ! should we order room service.. iâm kinda hungry. you ?â he got up to go and search for the phone.
maybe you did deserve this. shouldnât be acting so damn bratty all the time, even if itâs in your nature to piss him off. now look at you. eyes all watery, and a mess between your legs.
oh well, not his problem.
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đ pairing: kyle 'gaz' garrick x fem reader
đ tags: nsfw, ex-boyfriend!gaz, unprotected vaginal sex, lack of communication, jealousy, 'just the tip' trope, sex with feelings
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You hate wasting a Friday night on a first date, but you had genuinely high hopes for this one. You had made such an effort, too; pretty sparkly eyeshadow, strawberry-flavoured lipgloss, a new little black dress.
You look good. You feel good.Â
Itâs just a shame that the guy is a bit of a moron.Â
He talks about himself a lot over dinner. Like, so much. You sit and smile and pretend to listen, your gaze wandering, and wonder if heâs going to ask any questions about you. He does (eventually), but theyâre short and perfunctory and he seems to just take your answers and use them as a springboard into his next topic of discussion.
Itâs a little tedious, but hey. First dates usually are. You weather it, your polite smile turning a little stiff as you sip your wine. Truthfully, you have ulterior motives here.
Youâre not proud of it, but you donât think you can handle the dry spell youâre going through anymore. You crave touch, affection, some kind of connection. Youâre okay with being single, but god youâre so hungry for intimacy that itâs led to you agreeing to a date with a guy that you honestly wouldnât have normally been into just for the chance of getting some action.
Ben is a nice enough guy, and heâs certainly good looking; neatly groomed hair, straight white teeth, a nice physique. Heâs in good shape, though you canât help but subconsciously compare him toâÂ
No, you think sternly to yourself, Donât do that.
When he leans into you at the end of the date and asks in a low, sultry voice if you want to continue the night with him, you agree a little breathlessly. God, itâs been a long time since you were touched.
Your place is closer, and you canât help but feel a little illicit thrill as you lead Ben back. You never usually bring guys back to yours, especially not on the first date, but youâll be the first to admit that youâre needy tonight.Â
The weather is getting colder as winter creeps its icy fingers through the air, but youâre wrapped tight in your coat and kept nice and warm as Ben wraps an arm around your waist, kissing heatedly at your neck as you try to open your door.
You giggle, the wine from dinner making you all loose and happy and eager. You tilt your head to give him more of your throat, and he eagerly takes the opportunity to introduce teeth and tongue as he kisses the line of your neck. You fumble with the key, clumsy as your body heats up.
When you finally manage to turn the key and get the stupid door open, Ben grabs you by the hips and spins you around so that he can pull you into a proper kiss. The guy might have been a dull conversationalist, but youâre delighted to find that heâs a good kisser.
The two of you stumble through the door, your arms locked around his neck as he holds you by the waist. Itâs a little embarrassing how eager you are for a guy that you really arenât even all that into, but you guess thatâs just where desperation has gotten you.
âShit,â Ben hisses when you nip at his lip. âFuck, youâre so hot. Câmere, take this off.â
He starts tugging at your coat, and you pull back just enough to shrug it off, letting it drop to the floor. He lets out a throaty sound of appreciation, before grabbing at your waist again and leaning in to trail another set of hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.Â
You tilt your head back, thunking lightly against the wall, and your eyelids flutter at the nipping kisses along your sensitive skin.Â
âOh, godâŚâ You breathe, blinking your eyes open again.
But then⌠you pause. For the first time, you notice that the lights in your entryway are on. Why are they on? You hadnât turned them on when you came in, and you know that they werenât on when you had left.Â
Ben is still groping eagerly at your hips, one hand reaching around to squeeze at your ass, but now youâre distracted, on alert. Your eyes dart around, and fall on a pair of Adidas Superstars set neatly by the front door, and a big puffer coat thatâs been hung up on the hook in the hall.
Oh no. No fucking way.
As if to confirm the path your thoughts had just taken, your eyes catch on a figure in the doorway to the living room, leaning casually against the doorframe. Just watching.
A scream catches in your throat, and you grab Ben by the shoulders in an attempt to stop him. He doesnât seem to understand, because he just keeps squeezing at your ass, pulling your hips closer so that he can slot between your legs and grind against you.
The brief spark of arousal that shoots through you when he grinds his hard-on into the seam of your cunt through your underwear is significantly dampened by the awareness that someone is already in your home, watching you, and you already know who it is.
âHey, baby,â Kyle fucking Garrick says, lifting a mug patterned with little cartoon cats to his mouth. âHad a nice night out?â
âJesus Christââ You hiss, shoving at Benâs chest. This time, the push isnât needed, because Ben has rocketed up straight at the sound of another manâs voice in your house calling you âbabyâ.
âWhat theââ Ben starts to say, his brow furrowing into a bewildered frown when he catches sight of Gaz standing in the doorway watching you.
âKyle, what are you doing here?â You snap, mortified. You grab at the bottom of your short little dress, pulling roughly at it to try and make sure youâre not flashing anyone.
Gaz watches you, amusement shining in his dark eyes. Heâs not even trying to hide the way his gaze is drawn to your legs, lingering where your dress has ridden up your thighs. He sips his tea, a poor attempt at concealing his smirk.
âHome from deployment earlier than expected, love.â He says, calm and casual as if he hasnât just broken into your goddamn house to destroy any hope you had of getting railed that night. âNo time to find accommodation. You donât mind, eh?â
Benâs head is swinging between the two of you, his expression blank as he tries to work out just what exactly is happening. Heâs straightened up entirely, the presence of Gaz obviously putting him on edge. You canât blame him for his confusion; Gaz is currently looking at you like he wants to fucking eat you alive, and youâre beginning to get hot and flustered under his stare.
âAre youââ Ben starts, his head still on a swivel as though he canât decide who to address. âIâm sorry, who is this?â
Gaz doesnât even bother to reply at once. He sips at his tea, and tilts his head as he lets his eyes wander over Ben lazily. It doesnât seem like heâs all too impressed by what he sees, though heâs smirking as though heâs amused.
âSergeant Kyle Garrick.â He says at last, with a nod.
You huff. You know what heâs doing â he never introduces himself by his rank unless heâs trying to make a point.
Ben goes stiff. Heâs still pressed against you, and you can feel every ounce of tension down the line of your body. It seems like heâs just now clocking Gaz as a proper threat, and you take a breath as you realise that heâs about to split and leave you here.
And sure enoughâ
âIâ Listen, I donât know whatâs.. whatâs going on here, but I donât want any trouble.â Ben says, finally pushing himself away from you. Heâs holding his hands up by his shoulders as though heâs being held at gunpoint, and you roll your eyes impatiently at his dramatics.
âNo trouble, mate.â Gaz says, his voice still cheerfully amiable. âDoorâs behind you.â
âGazââ You hiss, incensed, but itâs pointless.Â
Ben is already scrambling to open the door, heedless of the way you grasp onto his coat in protest. You sigh heavily as he tumbles out into the cold night, and the door slams shut behind him so loud it makes your head hurt.
You stand alone in your entryway, shivering a little in your tiny black dress and heels from the icy breeze that was let in from Benâs escape. Your jaw is clenched tight, and you take a deep, deep breath as you turn to face your ex-boyfriend.
Gaz is still watching you, his deep brown eyes staring at you from beneath his long dark lashes. You try hard to ignore his expression, which is unmistakably hungry.
âYou look good, baby.â He says, staring pointedly at the way your breasts are all pushed up in your tight dress.Â
âDonât call me that.â You grumble, teaching down to unbuckle your delicate heels. You cast them aside and kick them over so theyâre laying beside Gazâs runners.
Gaz just snickers, turning to follow after you when you march your way to the kitchen. Irritation is burning hot in your veins, your lips pursed as you struggle to bite your tongue. Itâs so fucking typical that the exact night you try to have some cheap, meaningless sex with some stranger, Gaz has decided to land right into your home. Itâs like he has a fucking radar for when youâre about to get laid.
âYou could have gotten a hotel.â You snap over your shoulder as you make your way to the kettle. Itâs already hot, but you flick the switch again anyway.
âNah. Theyâre all booked out. Busy season, you know.â
God, heâs so full of shit. You both know he never even considered staying anywhere other than with you, just like the last few times.
Still, you persevere.
âYou could have stayed with one of the guys.â You say, turning around and folding your arms over your chest.
Gaz glances down, and you realise that youâve inadvertently pushed your breasts together and up. You hastily drop your arms again, and settle instead for planting your hands on your hips.
âCould have,â He admits, leaning against your kitchen table in a way thatâs infuriatingly casual. âBut they never offered.â
âNeither did Iâ!â
Gaz doesnât even seem to hear you. He just steps towards you, reaching to grab an empty mug from the cupboard above your head. The movement brings him so close to you, close enough that your next inhale is scented with his fresh-sweet cologne, the one you always loved, and you find your eyelids fluttering as your muscles relax without your permission. He smells so familiar, so comforting. You hate it.
âGo get changed,â He murmurs, keeping his voice low like he knows the moment is delicate. âWeâll watch a movie.â
Youâd love to get fired up, to shove him or curse at him, but itâs all you can do to find the strength to step away from him instead of melting into him. Youâre pretty sure he deserves an ass-kicking for this stunt of this, but you decide to pick your battles. Or at least, to postpone them.
You waver another moment, debating over whether you should try to get the last say, but Gaz has already turned away to continue making the cup of tea that you had started. Recognising that the moment has passed, you huff a sigh and march out of the kitchen, making your way to your bedroom.
It takes quite a bit of wiggling to get out your dress â it might look good, but thereâs an inordinate sense of relief when you finally tug it over your head and feel as though you can breathe unimpeded again. You unclip your bra and toss it aside, rolling your shoulders and sighing as your breasts are freed.Â
Once you're dressed again in a worn-out massive t-shirt that drowns your body and some loose sweatpants, looking decidedly unsexy, you pad to your bathroom and start washing your makeup off. Now that youâre alone, that disappointment and frustration is settling in properly. Ben might have been boring, but if his kissing was anything to judge by, you might actually have had a perfectly enjoyable night with him.
Bare-faced and dressed for lounging in bed, you trudge back downstairs to your ex-boyfriend. Itâs far from the way you wanted to end your night, but youâve resigned yourself to your fate. You can hear the muffled sounds from the television as you make your way downstairs, and you redirect yourself towards your small sitting room.
Gaz is sat sprawled on the couch, his legs spread wide as he makes himself comfortable in your home. Something twists in your stomach at how comfy he looks, as though he belongs there. He looks around when you walk in, though your footsteps are quiet and muffled by your fluffy socks.
You look far from sexy right now in your ugly old loungewear and bare face, but Gaz brightens up at the sight of you.
âThere she is.â He crows, though thereâs something soft in his gaze that you can hardly face. âCâmon, love. Want to pick what weâre watching?â
You just look at him tiredly. Heâs as handsome as ever; the prettiest boy youâve ever seen. He must have come straight here once heâd gotten back from deployment because his eyes are dark and exhausted and stubble is a little more overgrown than usual. You hate that heâs able to come into your space like this so easily â like heâs never left.
âGazââ You start to say, but youâre cut off when he reaches for your hand.
He tugs you towards him, and you put a knee hastily up on the couch to prevent yourself from falling flat into his lap.
âShhh, câmon. Just sit with me.â He murmurs, looking up at you with those damn pretty eyes.
You waver, but then you turn your head to the side and catch sight of the second cup of tea sitting on the coffee table. Gaz has made it just how you like it, and in your favourite mug too. You crumble almost instantly.Â
âStick to your side of the couch.â You grumble, before dropping yourself down heavily onto the sofa next to him.
Gaz hums, and you can already tell that he has no intention of following that order. His arm is already sprawled over the back of the couch; itâs not touching you, but you have no doubt that heâll try to before the end of the night.
He sticks on some stupid movie on Netflix. You donât pay attention. Itâs a rom-com, which is typical. He always pretends he chooses the sappy romantic films for your benefit, but youâre not fooled. You see the way he watches them with avid interest, the way his toes curl in his socks when the big love confession scene comes on screen. Itâs always been something that youâre impossibly fond of.
The two of you are silent for a while, but itâs not uncomfortable. Part of you wishes that it was awkward â it would be easier, you think. But he makes it so simple, sitting with him like this as the cheesy film plays in the background. Youâre still a little tipsy from the drinks youâd had at dinner, and you melt into the couch beside him a little quicker than you think you would have otherwise.
âYou ruined my night, you know.â You say at last, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.
To your surprise, heâs already looking at you. You glance away hastily again, not wanting to make eye contact.
âNah,â He says, and you feel his arm dip down a little. Heâs cupping your shoulders now, and you should probably move away, but you donât. âIf anything, I saved you from having a long, disappointing night with some tosser you agreed to pity-date. He didnât exactly look like your type, darling.â
âHe was a perfectly nice guy.â You bite out, crossing your arms defensively over your belly in your big t-shirt.
âNice guys donât end the first date by groping your ass and humping you up against your wall in your own house.â He says, and if youâre not mistaken youâd say he sounds a little bitter.
You cast a sideways glance at him. Heâs sitting up, watching you closely and leaning just slightly towards you. Heâs so intense about the way heâs looking at you, his arm dipping low so that heâs holding you properly.
âStop it.â You say. It hardly even sounds like a proper protest. Youâre so tired, still a little floaty from the wine youâd had at dinner, and desperately disappointed by the lack of sexual satisfaction you had been hoping for.
Thereâs a pause, and then Gaz gives a small shrug. He pulls his arm back to give you space, but he still has that stupid smirk on his face. You canât even be angry about the cockiness of his expression when his eyes are that soft though.
âSorry, sweetheart.â He murmurs. âIâm not being fair, am I?â
âNo,â You say petulantly. âYouâre not.â
He huffs a noise thatâs almost a laugh, only he manages to stifle it so that it comes out as a cough instead.Â
âMm. Iâm sorry. Didnât mean to ruin your big date night, especially when you got done up so pretty for it,â He murmurs, his voice low and sweet as honey trickling down your spine. âLet me make up for it. Come on, get over here.â
You hesitate, but Gaz isnât really giving you an option. He begins to shift, one of his strong muscled arms looping around your waist as he pulls you into him. It takes you a long moment to realise what it is that heâs trying to do. He lays back on the couch and pulls you with him, encouraging you to pull your legs up onto the sofa so that the two of you are laying on your sides, with Gaz spooned up against your back.Â
Itâs definitely a bad idea to cuddle with him on the couch like this. Youâre trying to set boundaries, to make it clear that youâre just friends (if you can even call it that) after your breakup. And yet⌠you donât offer any sort of protest at all.
âRelax,â Gaz sighs from behind you, and you feel his nose nuzzle against the back of your neck. âYou love cuddling.â
You roll your eyes, turning your head slightly so he can see the unimpressed expression on your face.Â
âThis isnât enough to make up for being such a dick.â You grumble. Despite your griping, you donât actually make any attempt to get out of his arms.
He was right, after all. You do love cuddling. It was your favourite thing to do when you were together.Â
But youâre not together anymore, and itâs hard to ignore the gnawing guilt that youâre letting this grow into something that should be avoided instead of nipping it in the bud. You and Gaz had broken up months ago, and it was a perfectly amicable split. You canât even say that he was at fault for any of it; the strain of the long distance part of your relationship while he was on deployment just grew too much for you, the space his absence left filling with brambled loneliness that pricked incessantly at you. You had known what you were getting into with this relationship with him, and yet when it came down to it you got too greedy, wanting more of him than he was able to give.Â
Tonight was a moment of weakness for you, and though your hopes for sex may have been thwarted, you canât turn down the soft familiar intimacy of Gazâs strong body cradling you close against him.
Maybe itâs the wine you had at dinner, but you find your muscles relaxing a little as one of Gazâs arms loops around your waist, his big hand coming to rest across your belly.
âMm. Iâm being selfish, love.â He murmurs, and you fight a shiver as his warm breath ghosts over the delicate shell of your ear. âThis is more for me than for you.â
Youâre not altogether sure thatâs true. Itâs certainly doing an awful lot for you right now. Gaz is in just a t-shirt, the muscles of his biceps bunching up under his bare skin as he tries to subtly nudge you closer to him.Â
Youâve missed being all wrapped up in the warm embrace of him; he cuddles with his whole body, the front of his thighs all pressed against the back of yours, his strong chest moulding to your back as his face nuzzles against the back of your neck. You always feel so safe when he holds you like this, like heâs blocking out the rest of the world for you. You can only guess he feels the same â he holds you that much tighter every time he gets back home from his missions.
You grumble quietly, but soon settle down. The repetitive stroking motion of his thumb over your hip is more soothing than it should be. You take deep breaths, trying to be subtle about it, because all you can smell is Gaz and his citrusy sweet aftershave and you just want to drown in it.
âYou canât keep doing this.â You mumble, though all the fight has gone out of you. âItâs not⌠helpful.â
Thereâs a moment of silence, and then Gaz shifts behind you. His arm tightens around your waist almost imperceptibly, as though he thinks youâre going to push him away. But youâre being selfish now too, comfortably wrapped up against his chest.
âWe said weâd stay friends,â He says at last, and heâs so close that you can feel his lips move against the back of your neck as he speaks. âNothinâ wrong with some platonic cuddling. You should see how close me anâ Soap have had to cuddle to conserve heat when weâre out on the field.â
You huff a small laugh, which is obviously what he had been hoping for. Platonic cuddling. This certainly doesnât feel platonic, but you canât bring yourself to push him away. Youâve been craving this kind of closeness for months now, so you just let yourself reluctantly enjoy it. It would have been so much easier if you were able to enjoy it with Ben, with someone who meant nothing to you and wouldnât have brought with him such a complicated web of feelings and history, but thereâs a real sense of comfort in the familiarity of Gazâs presence.
The film Gaz had chosen to stick on is a stupid one. Itâs half action, half love story, with a strong rugged hero and a too-beautiful love-interest whose main role seems to be throwing out quips for comedic relief. Youâve seen a hundred versions of this plot play out in other films, though Gaz is predictably glued to the screen. Heâs always loved these stupid films.
Youâre comfortable enough that you fall into a light doze, uninterested in the television as you relish the heat from Gazâs chest. Heâs like a fucking human radiator, so hot that you can feel a thin dew of sweat begin to break out along your spine. It chases away the chill of the night and makes you so sleepy.
Youâre almost asleep when movement from behind you jolts you back to wakefulness. For a moment, you wonder if youâve imagined it. Then Gaz moves again, and this time itâs unmistakable.
Gaz is hard, the thick ridge of him impossible to miss as he presses against your ass. Youâre awake instantly, the slight tipsiness from dinner vanishing into thin air. Youâre on high alert, eyes darting back to the television to see what the fuck has aroused him, but thereâs nothing of note happening onscreen. Itâs just a conversation between characters, exposition setting up the next stage of the plot.
âGaz,â You say, and your voice comes out louder than you had intended. âStop humping my ass.â
Youâre half-expecting him to deny it, but he just huffs a quiet snort, his nose nuzzling against the back of your neck.
âSorry, love.â He says, though he doesnât sound sorry in the least. âCanât help it. Missed you loads.â
You can feel his cock even through the layers of your clothing, and you swallow hard. God, youâve missed it. Youâve missed him, though it doesnât seem like the right time to admit it. How are you ever supposed to get over each other if he keeps coming to stay with you every time he gets back from wherever in Godâs name heâs been, when he holds you so sweetly and talks to you like youâre still his girl?
His hips rock into you in a movement thatâs almost imperceptible, except youâre waiting for it. His hands are gripping your waist, his fingers curling into the soft flesh there. Heâs always enjoyed the way your body yields to him, so much softer than the hard planes of muscle that make up his own, and itâs no surprise that he goes straight back to holding onto his favourite parts of you even as he ruts against your ass.
âJesus, Gazââ You start to complain, but your voice is a little too breathy to be convincingly angry.
âStop that,â He murmurs, his lips pressing against the side of your neck. âYou never call me that.â
That is true â after the breakup, calling him Kyle just seemed too intimate. Itâs a name that usually falls from your lips with care, in soft whispers made for dark rooms and quiet moments. His callsign offers distance, reminds you both that what you had is in the past. Or that it should be in the past, at least.
âKyle,â You concede tiredly. âYou dickhead.â
He just hums. He knows you well enough to know that youâre not really angry; youâre not even attempting to move away from him, though you know you should. The film is mostly forgotten in the background, though youâre vaguely aware that the two characters onscreen have now progressed to confessing their love before the big final battle. You just sigh; this little romantic film moment is only going to encourage Gaz even more.
Yet still, you donât move.
The way heâs grinding his thick cock against the swell of your ass is making your blood run hot. The pressure every time his hips roll lightly against you and the way that he uses his grip on your hips to pull you back against him is making your brain all stupid and fuzzy. Itâs the only reason you can think of to explain the way you shift, the way you allow your bum to brush back against him. It earns you a soft little grunt thatâs mostly muffled by the way heâs mouthing at your throat.
Oh, it would be so easy to slip the sweatpants that separates the two of you down, to allow him to slide into you. A little woozily, you think it would feel like he was coming home.
But to actually have sex feels like too much of a commitment, too confusing a step to take when things between you two were already muddled and confused enough. Youâre almost afraid to even turn around to glance over your shoulder at him, as though making eye contact might mean youâll both wake up and stop.
Gazâs cock has gotten even harder, filling out thickly as he slots against the clothed groove of your ass. Heâs not even touching your pussy, and yet your knickers are slick and sticky. Itâs embarrassing at your age to be laying on the couch, watching a movie and getting dry-humped like a fucking teenager, and yet your skin feels as though itâs been lit aflame.
Then rustling fabric breaks the silence, and Gaz shifts a little behind you in an odd motion as the insistent pressure on your ass is finally relieved. In its absence, youâre almost disappointed.Â
You tilt your head, just barely turning it, just enough to see that heâs just pulled out his cock.
âKyleââ
âSorry, baby,â He says again, panting against the side of your neck and making you shiver. ââ âm just too hard, getting uncomfortable. Ignore it.â
Ignore it? You think, a little hysterically. The gentle rocking of his erection into your ass was one thing, but how the fuck are you supposed to ignore the fact that your ex is all pressed up against you, still holding you by the waist with one hand as the other fists at his cock.
You glance behind you and down before you can help yourself, your self-control as lacking as ever. Fuck. Youâve missed the sight of that. He has the prettiest cock youâve ever seen, even if right now itâs flushed dark and angry and painful looking. Your mouth waters. He was obviously telling the truth when he said it was getting sore, and you feel a reluctant swell of sympathy.
âBeen thinking of you for months, baby.â He murmurs, placing a wet, messy kiss on your throat. âI canât even fucking cum properly when youâre not around, itâs not the fucking same. God, even missed the way you smellââ
As if to punctuate that, he presses his nose in your hair and inhales deeply. You know you smell like the sweet perfume you had sprayed earlier, your favourite one. You know from experience that itâs also Gazâs favourite one. You tell yourself itâs a coincidence.
âWhy didnât you fuck someone else then? Get it out of your system?â You say, and it comes out a little harsh, a little raw. It reveals more than you want to; you feel a little ill at the thought of Gaz with some faceless girl, holding her and making her laugh, her hands touching him like you do.
If Gaz picks up on the bite in your voice, heâs kind enough to ignore it. He just huffs a quick snort like the suggestion is ridiculous, his sloppy mouthing at your neck turning into a chaste affectionate kiss that feels totally at odds with the desperate motions of his hand pumping at his cock.
âWhy would I do that when I had a girl waiting for me at home?â He asks, his voice so soft with you. âNever wanted anyone else.â
Your toes curl, guilt coiling in your stomach. You hate that you feel pleased that heâs waited for you, that he doesnât want anyone else. Youâre not being fair â it had been you who had broken it off, after all. He should be able to get with whoever he wants to. Conceivably, he is allowed to. Yet you canât pretend that you wouldnât have been sick to your stomach if he admitted that he had.Â
God, you feel like such a hypocrite. Here you are, admittedly all too happy that Gaz has stayed faithful to a relationship that isnât even intact anymore, and there he is, having just witnessed you come home with a strangerâs hands all over you.
âWeâre not together anymore.â You whisper, when what you want to say is Iâm sorry.
âI know.â Gaz replies, and it sounds like For now.
Itâs not a surprise when the hand on your waist slips around to your belly, and then lower again as it slips beneath the waistband of your bottoms. You try and fail to suppress the wet gasp thatâs pulled from your throat when his long fingers coast over the front of your knickers, finding your clothed clit with unerring accuracy.
âOh, lace, baby?â He says, his breath catching in his eagerness before realisation seems to set in. âOh. This was for your little date, eh?â
The guilt again, gnawing in your chest. You arch your back, simultaneously shying away and crowding your ass back up against him. Itâs mortifying, being caught with your fancy underwear beneath your baggy unflattering sweatpants by your ex-boyfriend and having him know without a shadow of a doubt that you intended them to be seen by someone else.
âI wasââ You start to say breathily, but Gaz doesnât let you finish.
âItâs alright, sweetheart,â He murmurs, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear. âI know, I know. But he didnât deserve it, didnât deserve you. Jesus, he didnât even know what he fuckinâ had, ran like a cowardââ
âGazââ You try again. You canât help but feel as though you need to explain yourself, like the two of you should talk this through.
âYouâre so soft, Jesus Christ.â He mutters, the side of his hand rubbing at the squishy flesh of your thighs as he strokes at your clit. âWere you always this soft?â
It sounds as though heâs trying to remember, desperate and wanting. You swallow thickly, closing your eyes as that familiar pleasure licks up your spine. He knows you so well, knows every part of you and exactly how to touch you, and you can hardly believe you ever entertained letting anyone else put their hands on you.
âI got a new body oil.â You breathe, distracted by his touch. âItâsâ itâs vanilla scented.â
âYeah,â He groans, and you shiver helplessly when you feel his tongue on your neck, licking a hot stripe up to your earlobe. âI can smell it.â
His index and middle fingers are so firm on either side of your clit, rolling circles around it without actually touching you properly. You sigh, back arching, but before you can actually enjoy it his hands are pulling away.
âWaitââ You gasp, your body crying out in protest as Gaz stops, pulling his hand back out of your pants.
Gaz just grunts, kisses your neck once more, then tugs your sweatpants down. You lift your hips up immediately, thoughtlessly, and then kick your sweats and knickers off impatiently. Itâs a little embarrassing, especially when the cool air hits your slick, sticky thighs and you shiver.
âOh god, fuck,â He groans, his plush lips dragging along the sensitive skin at the back of your neck. âYouâve ruined yourself, baby.â
Itâs embarrassing to admit it, but itâs true. The dry spell youâve experienced since the breakup has been little more than a mild inconvenience for the most part, but now it feels like your body is charged like a live wire. It feels like youâve never been touched before, and you squirm backwards in an attempt to get any kind of friction again.
âKyleââ You start to complain, but you donât get to finish because then Gaz is slotting his cock in between your thighs.
He groans, taking a breath as he shuffles his hips closer. His pretty, glistening cock is wedged between the soft pudge of your thighs, the head of it nudging against the wet folds of your cunt every time he twitches.
âLet me put the tip in, baby.â He says, his voice gruff and wanting in your ear. âLiterally just the tip, thatâs it, huh? Itâs not like actual fucking, right?â
In this moment, you think youâd agree to anything to get his dick into you. You had been all kinds of wound up even before you had come home to find Gaz waiting for you, but itâs like your body had some kind of Pavlovian response to Gazâs touch because now youâre practically panting for him.
Heâs right, after all. Itâs not really fucking. It means that you can maintain the flimsy thin pretence that this means nothing.
âOkay.â You manage to say, though it comes out humiliatingly breathy. âYeah, okay, the tipââ
Gazâs cock is pressing into you before you can even finish your sentence, bullying into the wet grasping tightness of your cunt and making you gasp.Â
Youâve gone long enough without getting laid that thereâs a slight sting as he presses into you, but itâs overshadowed by the breathless relief. God, youâd forgotten how fucking good his dick felt inside you. He knows just how to use it too, and you wheeze slightly as he rocks an inch inside before pulling back again.
âOh, fuck, baby.â Gaz moans throatily, the vibration of it rumbling right down your spine. âJesus fuckinâ Christ, youâre so tight.â
âMph,â You manage to make a muffled sort of sound against the couch cushion your face is pressed against, your mouth hanging softly open as you pant for breath.
True to his word, Gaz just presses the first inch or so inside. You almost hold your breath, waiting for the rest to slide inside and split you open, but he doesnât. He just rocks back and forth, just missing hitting the spot inside that makes your nerves sing.
You wish, stupidly, fervently, that just this once Gaz would go back on his word. That heâd abandon his promise to just stick that first inch of his cock inside, that heâd slam home and stretch you wide and let his cock brush against the nerves just a little deeper inside you. But thatâs not Gazâs style; you know heâs not going to give you any more unless you beg for it.
Gaz rocks his hips in teeny tiny movements, just enough to have you squirming in frustration. Youâre so wet that you know he could slide deeper with ease if he only just tilted his hips right, but he remains doggedly steadfast in pumping just the barest inch into you, groaning with the effort itâs taking to stop himself plunging fully inside.
âOh god,â He breathes, sounding wrecked in your ear. âYou feel even better than I remember.â
You donât know how he can even say that when heâs barely even inside you, but no matter how much you wiggle and squirm, he just wonât slide any deeper.
âYouâre such an asshole.â You slur out against the fabric of the couch, your cheek squished against the cushions. Your chin is a little wet â are you drooling?
Infuriatingly, Gaz doesnât even argue.
âMm.â He grunts, kissing the curve of your neck. âWhatâd I do this time?â
The fact that he has the gall to ask only irritates you further. You let out a quiet, grumbling noise, but his hand grips at your hip and stops you from writhing.
âJust⌠just put the rest of it in.â You say, craning your neck to try and look at him.Â
Your eyes are wide and wet, pathetically teary. Youâve been craving intimacy like this for weeks now. Maybe longer, if youâre being honest with yourself. Itâs the kind of pleasure youâve only ever gotten from Gaz, and you wheeze as your body opens up under his touch. God, you donât know how you thought anyone would ever be able to fuck you like Gaz does.
âMm, you sure, baby?â He murmurs, nosing against the back of your skull. âThought we were just cuddling.â
âDonât be a dick.â You snap, your patience reaching the end of its tether.
He just laughs, a breathless sort of amused gasp, before snapping his hips forward in one sharp movement and seating his cock inside you. Though itâs what you had been demanding, the abruptness of it startles you and you yowl, your back arching.
âSh, sh, shh, sorry, love.â Gaz pants, before sighing in wordless contentment as his broad chest curves around your back, his strong arm looping around your belly. âOh, fuck. Missed this so much, you have no idea. I swear you were made for me, I couldnât fit as well inside anyone else.â
âJustâ just move.â You whine, a little plaintive. Itâs humiliating how desperate you are, but thereâs no turning back now. âPlease, Kyleââ
Gaz pitches into movement instantly, as though heâs got something to prove. Or maybe heâs just worried that youâre going to change your mind. His hips pull back then snap forward again, and again.Â
Heâs so strong, his rhythm steady enough to rock you wildly back and forth on the lumpy couch cushions. You clutch at the fabric beneath you, gasping as his arm pulls you back and keeps you pinned against his hot, hard chest.Â
âOh.â You breathe, tilting your head back with a pathetic little whimper as he fucks into you from behind, the two of you plastered together like sardines in the tiny can that is your sitting room couch.
This is just what you needed, you think a little wildly. God, youâve been craving physical touch like this for months, since the last time you had seen Gaz. Itâs galling to admit that any other man is a poor substitute, unable to fill the void that your ex-boyfriend has left in your life.
âKyle,â You whine, searching for something. You donât even know what youâre asking for, but Gaz is as patient with you as ever.
He just hums, leaning in over your shoulder and pressing hot, hungry kisses along your jawline where itâs exposed as you lean your head back. The arm thatâs been wrapped around your belly coasts lower, until his big lovely hand is pressed against your cunt. His fingers search for your clit and find it easily, confident and familiar enough with your body that he barely even has to try to make you feel good.Â
Gaz coos soothingly at you and rolls your clit between his fingers as his thrusts begin to come faster and harder; he builds up a steady rhythm, one that lets him sink as deep inside of you as possible and quickly renders you speechless. The living room is soon filled with wet slapping sounds from where Gaz is pounding into you from behind, the grunts and pants and moans that both of you make rapidly drowning out the stupid action sequence playing out on the television from the long forgotten film.
Unbelievably, you feel a sweet stirring in your lower belly already. Itâs with a sense of tired resignation that you acknowledge youâre going to come on Gazâs dick, despite your original intentions for the evening. Typical.Â
But heâs not going to last either, judging by the strained moans in your ear.
âShit,â He curses, and then his teeth sink into the side of your neck. You shudder, the feeling of him sucking a harsh hickey into your throat sending electric sparks racing through your nerves.
You think, judging from the desperate edge to Gazâs humping into you from behind, that Gaz has been yearning in your absence in the same way you have for him. Youâre biting on your lip hard in an effort to stifle the plaintive, wanting little moans that are threatening to spill over, but your attempts at quieting yourself are mostly unsuccessful. It makes you feel a little crazy, but Gaz doesnât seem to mind. If anything, the evidence that you want him too only seems to encourage him.Â
Your eyes are half-closed as you fuck your hips back on Gazâs cock, relishing the satisfied little cries heâs emitting into the back of your neck. You clutch clumsily at the strong arm he has wrapped around your belly, crying out yourself as the head of his cock hits that one spot inside you that makes you feel gooey inside. Your toes curl as your head tips back, your skull neatly cradled in the space between Gazâs head and the couch cushions as he peppers kisses along the side of your neck.
The wet slapping of your bodies colliding is obscene in the quiet of the room; the stupid film still playing does nothing to drown it out. Your body is as limp and relaxed as a doll, allowing him to fuck into you from behind in a frenzy. Right now, you canât even recall why you ever would have tried to deny yourself this pleasure in the first place.
His hips clap against your ass, those wet sounds getting even louder and more obscene than ever. Gaz is viscerally pleased with the way your ass bounces every time he fucks into you, because he moans and picks up the pace as if he just wants to watch your glutes jiggle every time his hips slap against you.Â
That familiar ball of tension starts tightening in your abdomen, your body winding up for a long-awaited and much needed release. Itâs so typical that this orgasm feels like itâs going to be a big one too, as though your body needed Gaz to be there to guide you through it in order to achieve proper satisfaction.
But then, in a move so infuriating you almost burst into tears, Gaz pulls out and leaves you high and dry.
âNo!â You blurt, and it comes out almost as a wail. âWhat are you doing?â
âSorry, baby.â Gaz says a little breathlessly. âNeed you to turn over. Want to see you.â
As soon as you realise that heâs not trying to stop and that heâs just trying to reposition you, youâre quick to roll over so that youâre facing him. It seems like thatâs exactly what he wanted, because he grins wide and reaches for your hips, eagerly pulling you closer.
âFuck, youâre so pretty.â He mumbles, his eyes like warm caramelised honey as they track over your face.Â
Youâre pretty sure heâs full of shit; youâre panting like youâve run a marathon, youâre sweaty, your hair is dishevelled, and youâre still wearing the ugly sweatshirt you had put on earlier. Yet, even still, Gazâs genuine little compliment has your heart flipping in your ribcage.
You canât help but think that you and Gaz are like feral little animals right now. You can barely keep your hands off each other; now that youâve rolled over to face him, his hands are roaming over your hips and ass like heâs trying to memorise the feel of you by touch alone.Â
Embarrassingly, youâre no better â you lunge forward to kiss him, taking advantage of your new position, and he kisses you back hungrily.
Lying sideways on the couch like this is cramped, but Gaz uses his hand on your ass to tug you closer. Then he reaches down, long fingers gripping at your thigh before he pulls it up so that your leg is hitched over his hip.
Oh no, You barely have time to think it before his cock is pressing into you again, the slide made easy this time. Too intimate!
The panicked thought is swiftly dispelled the moment Gaz starts moving again, because goddamn this position is so much better. Itâs almost difficult to tell where Gaz ends and you begin, so intertwined are your bodies. Gaz barely even allows for an inch of space. He fucks into you almost as soon as heâs pulled back, making for a fast, frantic pace that barely even gives you a chance to breathe.
You squeal, but your noises are half-moans as you rock your hips mindlessly into his rough, almost animalistic thrusts. Your leg hitched over his hip means that heâs grinding into you deep, deeper than you thought was possible.Â
The way the two of you are fucking feels a little bit unhinged, rutting and humping your bodies together in search of mutual pleasure. It should be clumsy and graceless, yet somehow it feels good, as though your body remembers exactly how good Gaz has always treated you, as though your whole being is having a Pavlovian response to his touch. Pleasure burns in your gut, tight and hot, and you moan stupidly as Gaz pounds into you.
âOh god.â You say without meaning to. The sound of your voice shocks you; you sound wrecked, as though youâve been fucking for hours. It would have been embarrassing to reveal just how affected you were if Gaz wasnât also clearly just as eager for it.
âYeah,â He says, a hybrid of a groan and a gasp muffled against your lips as he clutches at your ass and drives into you wildly. âFuck, Iâm gonna come.â
You are too, you realise wildly. Youâre struck by how quickly youâve both gotten to this point. This whole encounter has been frenzied and feverish, as though the poorly stifled desire between you had turned explosive.Â
Gaz kisses you again, and his teeth clack against yours slightly as he licks into your mouth. Itâs messy and wet, and it sends a delicious throb of pleasure shooting through your belly. Heâs acting so possessive that itâs making your head spin. It should definitely be sending warning bells ringing in your head, or red alarms flashing in your minds eye â it canât be a good thing that your ex-boyfriend is currently fucking you on your couch like heâs trying to claim you. But youâre apparently a little stupid and very weak, and Gaz has always known how to fuck you dopey and thoughtless. Instead of worry, you get the edges of an orgasm beginning to fizz in your peripheral awareness.
Your pussy must flutter or tighten around him as that lovely sweet promise of release edges closer, because Gaz moans in anticipation and his eager thrusts take on an edge of purpose. You almost protest when he breaks off the kiss, but then you realise that he just wants to be able to focus on keeping his rhythm steady. Itâs frenzied and hot, and you swear the air itself is crackling as he kisses sloppily at your neck and fucks you hard.
âLove you,â He slurs in your ear, breathless. âLove you so much, baby.â
His thrusts turn more shallow and far more forceful the closer he gets. Little moans and whines escape his lips between kisses, the sounds ratcheting up in intensity as the two of you rut together.
âTell me you love me,â He pleads, âPleaseâ tell me you fuckinâ love me, baby. I know you do. I know youââ
You shouldnât say it. You canât say it. Yet his cock is fucking you sloppy and stupid, and your mouth moves before you even register that youâre speaking.
âLove you too,â You whimper like a pathetic little idiot, revelling in the exquisite feeling of him grinding against your g-spot just right. It feels so good, you know youâre so, so close to orgasm.
The ache in your abdomen persistsâ you clench tightly around his cock, your body straining as the muscles in your core clench, trying so hard to push yourself closer to the orgasm you know is coming. Youâre so close, so so closeâ it burns, aches, drives you mad. All you can do is mewl, wrapping your arms around his muscled shoulders as he pounds into you despite the awkward angle.
You can feel your clit throbbing, pulsing, your entire body trying so goddamn hard to climax that you feel like youâre about to cry. Youâre burning beneath your skin and all you want to do is gnash your teeth into the elegant line of Gazâs throat, to leave some kind of indelible mark on his lovely smooth skin.
âPlease, please, pleaseâ yes, fuckâ oh, Kyle,â Your words come out on the breath of an uneven gasp, stuttering with each movement of his hips, perfectly synchronized.Â
His voice is low and hot in your ear as he pants, âLet me come inside you, babyâ let me, pleaseâ fuck.â Â
You should say no. Every logical part of you knows that you should tell him to pull out, and yet the wires are crossed when it comes to your actual response. Your leg tightens around his waist, heart seizing in protest at the idea of him pulling out.
âYes.â You gasp, continuing your streak of impulsive decision-making. Your own hips twitch forward in weak little humps in an effort to fuck yourself onto his cock, your clit grinding against the dark curls at his pubic bone. âYes, inside, pleaseââ
Your breathy, eager permission seems to give him a burst of energy. He picks up the pace, his body curving into you as his arms wrap around you in a tight embrace. It feels as though your entire world has been narrowed down to Gaz, his broad shoulders blocking out your view of the rest of the room. You cling to him, breathless and messy as you whimper like a loser, your body trembling from the toe-curling zings of pleasure that keep shooting up your spine.
âOh, oh.. Kyle, pleaseââ You practically sob, your fingernails digging harshly into his shoulders. âLove you, love you, oh my god, Iâm gonna comeââ
Gaz grunts, obviously eager as his movements grow thoughtful and determined. He knows exactly what you want, what you need at this moment. His abdominal muscles tense and flex with every calculated, deliberate thrust. There is no way to escape the length of him moving hard and thick inside you â not that you want to escape so much as a second of it, of course.
âThatâs my girl, always so fucking perfect.â He snarls as your body eagerly takes every dirty roll of his hips, palming at your thigh where itâs hitched over his hip. âFuckinâ Christ, Iâve been dreaming of your cunt for fucking months, never wanted anything elseââ
It makes no sense. Absolutely no sense, that those bizarre, lust-crazed possessive words are what drag you trembling, screaming over the crest of an orgasm so intense the walls of the room white out, each sweeping pulse leaving you unable to do anything but clench and shudder and arch beneath him.
Gaz fucks you like a damn machine; he gives you long, deep strokes over and over as youâre falling apart. Your body seizes around the hot flesh of Gazâs cock, your mind going white as your cunt spasms, your hole clamping down and pulsing with every desperate, loud moan torn from your mouth.Â
You feel like a sloppy little slut, your hips jerking towards him instead of away even as your orgasm washes through you and leaves your body tender and oversensitive. It feels so damn good to feel your mind washing blank and clear, not a single thought taking hold.Â
When the toe-curling height of pleasure subsides, you find your nerves frayed and hyper-sensitive. A plaintive whine breaks out of your throat as Gaz keeps fucking you, beginning to thrust up frantically into your twitching pussy. Your body falls limp as Gaz bounces your pliable, warm body up and down his cock as he groans into your ear.
Itâs like the rhythmic tightening of your drooling, creaming cunt has him losing his mind, because he grabs the meat of your hips and begins jerking your limp body back towards him. The slap slap slap! of the impact is so loud that every slap makes your breath catch.
âFuck. I'mââ Your hands slap clumsily at his shoulders, reaching for anything to hold on to, but he doesnât stop. "Kyle. Kyleâ" Itâs just your voice, hoarse, breathless, and Gaz bearing down on you, the sound of your bodies somehow growing sloppier, messier as he fucks you and itâs uncompromising, just skirting the edge of painfully overwhelmingâ
He breaks, shoulders trembling, head bowed into the curve of your neck as he lets out a long, desperate moan. Itâs a drawn out, rough groan that is more sob than pleasure, and then you feel him inside you, spilling red hot and wet. Your own orgasm still isnât fully finished, rolling leisurely through you in little aftershocks, your body still tightening and shivering, and it goes on and on and on.
He holds on to you throughout, as if heâs worried heâll blow away into the wind without anchoring himself to you. His hips slow, but donât fully stop. He rolls his hips into you slowly, leisurely, as though he has all the time in the world as he shivers in his come down. You blink, waiting for the colour to bleed back into your vision and for the ringing in your ears to stop, and for the first time all night youâre not thinking about anything at all.
âPlease, Kyle.â You slur out stupidly. You have no idea what youâre even asking for; thereâs just some vague, barely formed desperation floating around your painfully blank mind as you search for something.
âMm.â Gaz hums. It feels like heâs everywhere, his broad chest filling up your sight and enveloping you. His hands roam over your body: the backs of your thighs, squeezing as his hands drift over your ass, up and down your back, your neck, his fingers catching around the thin strands of hair and the back of your neck, until finally he settles his fingers on your cheeks.
His palms stay there, just cupping your cheeks as the two of you struggle to regulate your breathing and regain your composure. That antsy sense of desperation eases a little when he leans in to nuzzle fondly at your face, dropping sweet little kisses along your cheeks and nose.
Gazâs chest rumbles with a low, lovely laugh, his voice gravelly from his climax. âYouâre overflowing, sweetheart.â
You let out a careless little sigh, before relaxing experimentally. You can feel a gush of warm seed begin to ooze out around Gazâs cock, spilling out of your entrance and coating his balls. You wriggle lazily, cunt still pulsing as your wildly beating heart gradually slows to a lazy flutter.
You think you should probably be panicking now. Youâve just fucked your ex, told him you loved him, then let him come inside. With no condom. God, youâre stupid. But the wave of horror youâre expecting never comes. You feel too floaty to care; you suspect if it was anyone other than Gaz, the mortification would have knocked into you like a sledgehammer.Â
âYouâre gonna get cum on the couch.â You complain, the words coming out clumsy on your tongue.
Gaz just snorts. He makes no effort to pull out, and you have no desire to push him away. The intimacy of your sweat-slick skin pressed together is enough to take your breath away, and itâs only further compounded by the sensation of his cock gradually softening inside you.
âIâll get it cleaned, love.â He drawls lazily, leaning in to kiss your swollen lips. âOr pay for a new one. Whichever you want.â
When you kiss him back he sighs fondly, one thumb stroking over your cheekbone. Youâre still limp in his arms, boneless and spent as you wriggle greedily into his arms. His cock is still lodged inside you, and youâre sure he must be getting uncomfortably sensitive but to your relief he just moans in quiet appreciation when you try to worm your way closer.
âYou made a mess.â You mumble against his lips.Â
Youâre being a little unfair, considering your own slick is coating your thighs and Gazâs lower belly, but Gaz has always rolled with even the most unreasonable attitude youâve thrown his way. So he just chuckles, and you feel a little insane as you wonder if anyone else would ever be as patient with you.
âThink we both did, doll.â He murmurs fondly. He leans in and catches your lips with his again, kissing you slowly with a lazy, lewdly open mouth. One hand curls against the nape of your neck, the other hand reaching up beneath your sweater and curling possessively against your left tit, sweeping over your sluggish, sated heartbeat.
You feel practically brainless after your orgasm, relaxed and loose in Gazâs arms. Thereâs something to be said for how safe you feel with him, as much as youâd like to deny it, but reality is starting to slowly sink in.
You pull away from his mouth to try and collect yourself, unable to think when heâs kissing you like that.Â
âFuck.â You breathe, closing your eyes with a sigh. Itâs slow, but youâre finally starting to think again. âWe shouldnâtâ we should have used a condom.â
Gazâs eyes are lidded with fond amusement as he watches you quietly. His hand kneads at your breast absent-mindedly, as though heâs forgotten that heâs groping at you.Â
âDonât overthink it,â He murmurs, kissing your forehead again. âI saw your box of pills in the bathroom. And Iâm clean. Havenât been with anyone but you.â
You tremble a little at his admission, your fingers digging into his shoulders. You feel like youâre losing your mind. Gaz is the most beautiful man youâve ever met, funny and sweet and always so caring. You love him, even if it kills you a little to admit it, and you donât know how to respond to his admission that heâs been faithful to you during the long months you werenât together.
Gaz misinterprets whatever expression is on your face, thumb stroking soothingly over your cheek again. âWe can get you a morning-after pill, if itâll make you feel better.â
You donât bother correcting him. Youâre not that fussed over the morning-after pill â youâre careful when it comes to your birth control, and Gaz had always cum inside you when you were together. The weight of his cock inside you is comforting almost, the wet slide of his cum dripping out of you makes you feel as though youâd never been apart in the first place. You wonder how you could ever have been thick enough to think that someone else could fill Gazâs place in your life.
As if he knows what youâre thinking, Gazâs lips twitch. âThat pillock you brought home wouldâve been such a disappointment, darling.â
You canât stop your eyes from rolling, exasperated.Â
âYou donât know that.â You grumble, though you donât pull away. Youâre still all curled up against his chest, skin still slick and sticky from rapidly cooling sweat, your leg still slung over Gazâs hip to keep his now-soft cock nestled inside you.
âSure I do.â He says, and that cocky arrogance that both drives you mad and makes you swoon is rearing its head. He reaches down, and his thick fingers roll over your much-too-sensitive clit. âShe missed me, gorgeous. Donât think she would have liked some strange tosser pounding away at her with no idea how to please her.â
The way he talks about your pussy as though it has its own thoughts and feelings has you rolling your eyes again, though your cheeks burn with embarrassment. To your immense irritation, you think he might have a point. You havenât come that hard in months, not since the breakup.
âOh, shut up.â You sigh tiredly.
He snickers, and then shifts. It takes you a moment to realise that heâs pulling his hips back preparing to pull out. Your brain stalls, and you wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders in protest. Youâre not ready to feel the invasive, aching emptiness that will no doubt throb through your core as soon as heâs not filling you up.Â
âStay.â You say, and it comes out as an embarrassingly breathy little plea.
Gaz goes practically limp, as though your hoarse request had taken the wind right out of him. Youâre not expecting the way he brings both arms around your waist before rolling over onto his back, hauling you up to lay over his chest. His cock remains firmly lodged inside you, though the movement has resulted in his white creamy spend leaking out onto your inner thighs.
âNot going nowhere.â He mumbles, one hand stroking over your flank to soothe you. âIâm on leave for at least a month.â
âYeah?â
âMhm.â Gaz hums. He must sense that this is a delicate moment, because he doesnât make any ribald jokes about having all month to fuck you like youâre expecting him to. He just presses a tender kiss to your temple, his lips lingering gently.
Usually, youâd probably be a little embarrassed by how clingy youâre being. You had been so damn determined not to fall into bed with Gaz after the breakup, but youâre so, so weak. His stupid honey brown eyes and gorgeous dimples and crooked grin is enough to send you to your knees. You rest your forehead against his chest as he holds you close; at least like this, you canât see his stupid handsome face.
Heâs obviously pleased with the way youâre snuggling into him, because his chest rumbles as he hums in satisfaction. Heâs holding you tight like he thinks youâre going to slip away the moment he blinks.
âYou okay?â He asks quietly.
You donât answer immediately. Thereâs no way to brush this under the carpet, or to go back to pretending at detached disinterest. If you had wanted to play this off as just a bit of stress relief, then you should have rolled away from him the second heâd spilled inside of you rather than cuddling with him on the couch. Thereâs no way that you can claim that this was just a case of needing to get laid; youâre still clutching at him like a limpet, the two of you intertwined so tight that itâs difficult to tell when your limbs end and Gazâs begin.
âIâm tired.â You sigh eventually, sidestepping the conversation that you know youâll have to deal with eventually.
No doubt Gaz notices your not particularly subtle avoidance, but he doesnât comment. He seems quite happy to indulge your every whim; he probably wants to avoid the this-was-a-mistake-and-we-need-to-maintain-boundaries conversation even more than you do.
âLetâs get you to bed then,â He murmurs, and then he surprises you by sitting up. Youâre still laid out across his chest, which means that when he shimmies up into a sitting position, you end up sitting sprawled in his lap.
Youâre still speared a little awkwardly on his soft cock, the sensation of him inside you making your eyelids flutter a little. You feel satisfied, your muscles still watery and weak, and you sigh a little mournfully when Gaz finally pulls his cock out of you. You ache, a deep throb that both stokes and settles you. Itâs like a comfortable little reminder that Gaz was here, and that he left his mark on you.
You can feel the way he leans back just to get a glimpse of his spend trickling down the inside of your thigh. You pout and bury your face into his throat, your arms wrapped tight around his shoulders still as you try to hide your sudden self-consciousness.
But Gaz isnât interested in giving you a moment to hide. You feel the edge of his teeth ghost the shell of your ear before he speaks, just low enough to make you shiver.
âLet me take you out tomorrow, sweetheart.â He says, and beneath his usual cocky countenance you hear the edge of a plea. âIâll make up for ruining your date tonight. You can wear that little dress from earlier for me again.â
You feel exposed, stripped bare as you perch in Gazâs lap. His hand strokes evenly over your spine, waiting patiently for your response.
âI want a fancy dinner.â You mumble, your fingers curling around his shoulders. âAt a nice restaurant.â
You hear a shaky little exhale, and Gazâs arms tighten around your waist. It strikes you that heâs relieved, and you feel your heart tremble in response. The knowledge that he wants you still is enough to have your own lungs seizing in response; you canât quite bear to wonder if youâve been wasting time for these past few months that youâve been broken up.Â
âWhatever you want.â He says it like a prayer, tilting his head in search of your lips again.
The kiss is easy, the months that youâve been apart dissolving into nothing. Youâre a little too stubborn to give in entirely and beg for him back just yet though, but you doubt it matters. Youâve already admitted your weakness for him in the middle of shagging, and youâre not stupid enough to hope that heâs somehow forgotten it. Youâve been trying so hard to shove all those feelings down deep, but youâre not too surprised that theyâve all come bubbling out. Heâs got a month of leave. You have no doubt that heâs going to use that time to change your mind. You find that you donât mind the idea as much as you thought you might; you suspect that you can be swayed all too easily.
You peek up at him, only to come face to face with his sweet, hopeful deep brown eyes. Heâs not pushing, but you can see the weight of desire and yearning in every inch of his face. No doubt itâs mirrored on your own. You donât think you could ever look into his pretty face and deny him anything.
You hum, then whisper the only answer you could ever give.
âYeah. Okay. Itâs a date, then.â
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page 01
Fig: no way? - you're still up?
Riz: Whâ yes?
Riz: Why'd I not be.
page 02
Fig: I me~~ean - that took.
Fig: whole day.
Riz: Yeah?
Fig: 'm beat.
Riz: you should sleep.
page 03
Fig: nah. my guy's still up
Fig: I wanna hang out.
page 04
Riz: That's really nice.
Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.
Riz: ⌠yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.
page 05
Fig: yeah, but you do itâŚ
Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.
Fig: That's right⌠- though. Yeah.
page 06
Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.
Riz: ⌠- mm.
page 07
Riz (off screen): âŚIt took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so niceâ - or. - kind.
Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.
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Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world'sâ not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.
Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can nowâŚÂ
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Fig: Hey.
Riz: ?
Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.
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Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)
Fig: o yea.
Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.
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Fig: here u go
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Riz: uh
Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.
Fig: I'll show u
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Fig: justâ yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, thenâ! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try
Riz: uh - What. do I carve?
Fig: anything!!!
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Fig: andâ yep just seal the inside uh. seam?
Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up
Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?
Fig: haha - watch this.
(sound effect text): FWOOâMP
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Riz: WHâ DON'T JUST DO THAT???
Fig: Now it's fired!
Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE
Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)
Fig: ok catch!
Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!
Fig: dw no need haha
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Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warmâŚ
Fig: now I want you to throw this.
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Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon
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Riz: whâ - It's like 3AM right now
Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise
Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?
Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u
Riz: but
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Fig (off screen): RIz.
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Fig: I've done all this before.
Fig: Can you trust that at least?
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Riz: no, Iâ - I do. - I trust you.
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Riz: okay what happens now
(sound effect text): glob
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Fig: we do it again!
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Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)
Fig: see! you're already learning
Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.
Fig: Things change.
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Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist
Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.
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Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.
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Fig: So?
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Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.
#dimension 20#fantasy high junior year#fhjy#riz gukgak#figueroth faeth#technically no spoilers in this comic but listen. I Will be gloating in tags. I will Never Shut Up#for the record!! this was fully conceptualized and sketched Before the finales. I started sketching this after the boat fight#and when murph closed riz's arc this season with ''maybe it's okay to change and welcome new things'' I pogged irl#I am simply the best at reading comprehension what can I say! (<- grown ass man with roughly the same perspective on teenhood as the player#fucked up that this became so long (almost 30 squares lol) that it took me this long to finish#lmao I say all that but. genuinely I am delirious and my feelings abt riz's arc this season are so big... I was getting psychic backlash#for a While lol. it was scary!!#had to sit down and do therapy on my own ass for a bit. the teenage apocalyticisation is real. that word isnt tho Im pretty sure#truly anything you do at that age feels like that's it that's all you've got going on forever. and its not true! its simply not true#you'll be okay my guy. you love your friends so so much but also there will be more to love out there#this one goes out to fellow aroaces and also folks leaving somewhere theyve called home for a long time#nothing lasts forever but that means new things come by too! ur ability to make new is infinite!!#there's no magnum opus people leave but new people come by too etc. I am too sleepy to remember what I wanted to say uhhh#well. thank u for looking at my art. I think thats the one pack it n ship it boys
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Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader request (s): grocery run, Simon talks about âthe moveâ
âThese look good.â
Youâre holding a carton of strawberries, lifting them to the ceiling to check the bottom. âHuh big guy? Do these look good?â You lean close, tickling his toes from where heâs hanging in the baby carrier on Simonâs chest. Orion giggles, beaming at you like always, and you smile right back.
Simon tries not to blurt out right then and there how much he loves you. He stems the stream fighting to fall out of his mouth, walking mindlessly behind you, Orion kicking his feet and babbling, something new that started when he was away. Heâs so proud, thrilled to watch his son start to grow, start expressing himself, and it pains him all the same. Heâs missed so much, and heâs going to keep missing things.
âWhat about some pasta?â Youâre turned with an eyebrow raised, and he blinks.
âHmm?â He palms Orionâs belly.
âPasta. For dinner tonight?â
âSure honey. Whatever you want.â Your head cocks, slightly, and you put a dry bag of linguine in the cart.
âWant to go pick out a jar of sauce and Iâll meet you at the yogurt?â You stretch your back. âNot sure I feel like going for scratch tonight.â
âOkay. Come on bub, letâs go get mama her sauce.â
There are too many options. He didnât realize there could even be this many options, white, pink, red, garlic, no garlic, the list goes on.
Itâs a bit of a puzzle. What do you like? He should know these things. He wants to know these things.
âWhat a handsome little man.â A woman appears at his elbow, leaning past him to peek at Orion. âHeâs so cute.â He gives her his only attempt at a polite smile, though itâs strained and looks like a grimace.
Itâs hard, pretending to be a civilian. Walking around in a grocery store like he wasnât just pulling a trigger a week ago. His instinct is to size the woman up, analyze her for potential threats, cover the back of Ryâs head with his hand. He grits out a thanks. âThank you.â
âHe looks just like you,â she continues, smiling, âhandsome like his daddy.â The sentiment curdles his stomach, and he narrows his eyes.
âHis mama agrees.â Her smile turns a little embarrassed, awkward, but still present, persistent.
âIâm sure she does if sheâs got two big men around.â Bloody hell.
âIf youâll excuse-â
âSimon?â Youâve just turned into the aisle with the trolley, confused at first, and then catching up quickly. You sneer at the stranger, stepping around her to point to a sauce on the shelf, your breasts grazing his forearm. âI like this one.â You say softly, sliding a hand to his lower back, glancing over at the obtrusive woman. âWill you get it for me?â He smirks.
âOf course mama.â
âIs that it?â You eye the three bags, two duffels and a backpack. He shrugs.
âDonât really have a lot. I have a storage unit for some things in Manchester, family stuff, but Iâm pretty used to jumping around. Flat I rented came furnished.â You suck in a breath, like youâre all the sudden realizing what a daunting task it is, being his. Belonging to him. Being loved by him, a man who kills for a living, a man whose possessions only fill three, four bags at most.
âOkay, well, there are drawers⌠in the dresser, and half the closet of course. I cleaned out some bathroom drawers too, I wasnât sure what youâd be bringing so I made some room in the kitchen too, in case you had dishes, and-â
âHey.â He steps close, snaking a palm around the back of your neck and stroking over your pulse point. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing, I just⌠this is a big deal.â
âIt is.â He hums.
âIâm not⌠changing my mind, just like⌠my flat isnât exactly⌠Simon sized.â He swallows his grin, pleased at how youâve walked right into his next topic of conversation.
âAbout thatâŚâ your brow creases. âI think we might be a little cramped here, mama.â You slump.
âI knowâŚâ you sound defeated and he thumbs your cheek. âI just⌠I donât know what comes next. Iâve been here so long, you know? Itâs my place. And what do we do?â He does know itâs your place, knows how much you love your stacks of books, your small hanging house plants that sun by the window. He loves how you decorated Orionâs room, dark green with gold stars, loves how your plates and cups and bowls are all a mix of painted pieces, ornate designs that donât really match but always seem to fit together.
He knows it will be hard, these next steps, but heâs not afraid. He trusts he knows whatâs best for his family, knows how to keep you safe, and happy. He knows youâll love it, the one heâs picked out.
He just has to tell you now.
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Logan has a massive breeding kink. 18+ Minors DNI.
I wrote something kinda similar with the whole 'rut' thing, but this will focus more on the 'breeding' aspect. Possibly will write a deep fic about this at a later date, for now this is just a short little drabble. Wrote with both afab and amab, as an afab I am not super familiar with reactions for those born as amab, so I tried my best!
Warnings: Uh filthy breeding sex thoughts?? Don't read if it's not for you. I did not edit this I typed all of this in like ten minutes.
I don't care if you are afab or amab, or capable of actually being biologically 'bred' or not...and neither does Logan.
He is going to fuck you full of his seed, no matter what hole he is stretching.
A lot of my followers have come to me and said they are amab, and I want to give you guys some love too. Logan will throw you on the bed...or couch...or floor. He will tear your clothes off while leaving all those lovely bites on your neck and shoulder, trailing down your chest and abdomen, his rough and calloused hands feeling you as he finally reaches your pants. I hope you didn't pay much for them because they're in tatters as he grows too frustrated to unbutton them.
"Look at you, rock hard from the thought of my cock in your ass?" He teases you, watching you throb and twitch, your own sex felt swollen and leaked like crazy. This man knew just how to get you going. He likes to stoke you until you squirm, spitting on your dick as his hand works you. His thumb trails teasingly on the tip and he grins down at you as you whine for him. "Ah, gotta lube up my fingers to stretch ya...don't want me goin' in dry do you?" he teases, using your precum as lube on his fingers and circling your tight hole.
He leans down, spreading you and licks over you, his tongue prying and greedy. Once you seem wet enough, he will push one finger in. Two, maybe three. Curling them against that pretty little spot that makes pleasure jolt up your spine and make you a moaning mess. So desperate for an orgasm you try reaching for anything to grab onto.
When Logan does penetrate you, it is so intense and you feel like he splits you in half. It stings and burns, but it also feels so damn good you don't want him to stop. Ever. "Logan! Oh my god, please, move...please." Your voice wavers with begging pleasure, just as he likes to hear. It gets him going, so riled up and ready to fuck you until you can't take it.
His balls are so heavy and his stockpile of cum is huge. It doesn't matter if you're a dude, he will breed you. It was funny the first time it came up during sex, he rolled his eyes at your genuine concern telling him you can't get pregnant. He deadpans at you and scoffed, "Ya, I know that, bub...it's called fantasy for a reason. Just let me have this." he grumbled, though your concern to his words was pretty cute...and funny.
"Damn it...fuck." he snarled as his cock buried as far as it could in your ass, watching himself disappear inside you. "Takin' me so well aren't ya, pup...watchin' you squirm with my dick inside you 'bout makes me unload." he groaned and teased you, enjoying how your face blushed darkly and you mewl under your breath, biting your lip to keep yourself from sounding like you're in a fucking heat.
"M'gonna fill your tight little hole with all my seed, you're gonna be drooling it outta your greedy ass, swallowing and milkin' me already..." he spoke filthy words while he thrusted hard and fast, you felt so dizzy and lightheaded in the best way. It was incredible, such pleasure overtook your body and you felt yourself spasm as he teased your tip, your own orgasm hitting you like a freight train.
You sputtered cum onto your belly and chest, he laughs lowly, grunting like a feral animal in your ear. "Messy boy. Look what you did..." He leaned down and licked a stripe through the mess and kissed you, your own cum on his tongue and you tasted yourself on the messy kiss. His hips stutter into you and he grabs you tightly, curling around your body and pressing you until he exploded inside your ass. That delicious snarling cry from him, a guttural roar, and his repetitive thrusts fill you up with his spunk.
He goes until every last drop is inside you, and he settles with his hips against you. "You're gonna keep me in ya...even if I have to keep my dick inside you."
With your pleading whine and groan, you pressed back against his cock, still hard in your ass. It makes Logan give a small thrust back, chuckling at you. You were so needy, it made him so fucking happy seeing how much you needed him. "That's my good boy, ya need it...? Fine. I'll give ya another load."
Logan talks a bit more if there's a possibility of getting you pregnant, or if he's with an afab. He's a little more filthy with his words since he knows the risks involved.
"Yeah...you want me to cum inside ya? You wanna get pregnant with my babies? Nngh....I'm gonna fill that womb. I'm gonna make sure you are leakin'..." he snarls at you while he's completely buried in your stretched, swollen cunt.
Can you barely register his words? Yes. But you don't care. You want his cum, you want him to fuck you senseless...which he has been. You were no better than a bitch in heat for him and he fucking loved it.
"Gonna be so damn full, gonna get you pregnant," he groaned and grunted hard, his instincts flaring with the possibility of actually impregnating and breeding you. It drove his hips faster and harder into you, like he couldn't control himself or stop.
His hips thrust so hard into you, the impact on your plush ass began to grow sore, you knew that your backside would be bruised and it wasn't even from spanking. He continued to pound into you, he bent you in all sorts of ways, positions you didn't think you could bend in.
Your body was covered in love bites and dark bruises, your nipples swollen from his teasing and they had a sting that enhanced all your pleasure with every thrust.
"Damn, look at you writhing. Such a good thing for me, sweet girl," he laughed as his dick kissed your cervix over and over, precum coating your inner walls. "I'm gonna fill you, princess...make that pretty little womb full." his hips continued to snap into you, biting your neck as he let out muffled growls against your skin.
You feel yourself crying with nothing but the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm, what number is this? You don't know. All you know is the pad of his finger is playing with your precious bundle of nerves and you can barely feel anything besides the raging fire of your climax shooting through you.
When he does cum, it is so much it overflows out of you, the sheer amount of it is insane. Your eyes widen, feeling the hot seed filling your precious fertile womb. If you're ovulating don't even think about running. Logan will literally hunt you down and bend you over until he is completely empty.
Thanks for reading my filthy thoughts lol. Maybe I'll turn this into an actual fic one day.
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Begging âPretty Please, Daddy?â On Your Knees
Imagine you ask Alastor, Lucifer, Husk, Vox, and Adam for something and they say no, so you resort to trying another tactic?
Alastor:
You stared up at Alastor with big doe eyes from your place on the ground, your knees screaming at you to get up, the carpet fibers uncomfortably rubbing against your skin. He couldnât help but chuckle as he watched you stubbornly shift below, dead set on getting what you wanted. Although he secretly savored the sensation of your tongue swirling around his fingers, a shiver running down his spine at the filthy, whorish nature of the act, his mind remained largely unchanged.
âPretty please, daddy?â You whispered to Alastor with the sweetest voice you could muster, his eyes following the trail of saliva connecting your lips and his fingers after you pulled away to speak. âI really, really want to touch your tail.â
Alastor truly believed that back when he was alive, he would have folded, second-guessing himself for doing such an awful thing as telling the person he cherished the most no. But now? He could only chuckle at your efforts, retracting his hand from your wrist and nonchalantly wiping his fingers dry on his coat. You blinked, an embarrassed blush creeping up your neck as he tsked at you in disapproval. He tapped your knees with the butt end of his cane, encouraging you to get up.
âNow, now, cher. You donât have to resort to suchâŚtactics to get what you want,â Alastor hummed, feeling just a tad bit guilty over the way he treated you, grabbing your chin and leaning down to look at you. âCome along with meâjoin me on my radio broadcast! If you sit still and behave, Iâll consider your silly little request.â
Lucifer:
A surprised gasp seeped past Luciferâs lips as you looked up at him with big doe eyes, his fingers slowly being enveloped by your mouth, so warm, wet, and eager to help you accomplish your mission to change his mind. He never imagined that something as simple as a meager âNoâ would result in you sinking onto your knees before him, goosebumps littering his flesh underneath the fabric of his pants at the way your palms had trailed down his thighs on your descent.
âPretty please, daddy?â You asked Lucifer sweetly, giving his fingers one last hard suck before fluttering your lashes at him. Unfortunately, you only made his pants feel tighter. âI just want to touch your wings.â
Lucifer nervously chuckled, mumbling an âI donât know,â before scrambling to get you onto your feet, the distant sound of laughter around the corner forcing him to act quickly. You huffed in disappointment as he hooked his arms under your armpits, bringing you up in a matter of seconds.âPlease?â You tried one last time, taking a more innocent approach, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and even decorating his face with kisses. That was what finally convinced him.
âAlright, alright! I only said no because they can be sort ofâŚsensitive?â Lucifer chuckled, unfurling his wings behind him as he pulled away from you. âIâm not saying I didnât like what you did first, though. In fact, I loved it,â He lowered his voice, reaching out to caress your jaw. âJustâŚsave it for the bedroom, honey.â
Husk:
The moment you sunk onto your knees behind the bar, Husk had already changed his mind. âAlright, lookââ He started, but then you seized his wrist and brought his hand to your lips, giving his palm a teasing kiss before opening your mouth. His breath hitched and his ears fell back against his head as you stared up at him with big doe eyes, your tongue sensually swirling around his fingers. While there was nobody downstairs, that didnât make what you were doing any less riskier.
âPretty please, daddy?â You whined as you pulled away from Huskâs fingers, the way you sweetly pronounced the term âdaddyâ making him curse under his breath. âI want to see how you look in your tuxedo, just once.â
Husk admired your eagerness, truly, but the last thing he wanted was for somebody to walk in and see you two in such a compromising position. He could handle a bit of teasing from Angel, but Alastor? No. God, no. The man would never let him live it down. So, he wiped his fingers dry on his pants, quickly helping you up onto your feet. You smiled triumphantly as he avoided your gaze, his face slightly flushed despite the short-lived nature of the entire ordeal.
âFine! JustâŚsit ya ass down right there until my shift is over,â Husk gruffed, pointing at a random stool. You happily complied, watching him pick up some dirty glasses to clean, making him roll his eyes in annoyance. âYa didnât need to do all that, seriously, anybody coulda walked in and thought I was gettinâ sucked off or sumthinâ.â
Vox:
You peered up at Vox with big doe eyes, holding onto his wrist as you languidly sucked off his fingers, the room filled with the filthy sound of your slurping. He blinked, almost short-circuiting as he struggled to comprehend how declining your request had led to his current predicament. The worst part was that he had to attend a meeting in less than 15 minutes, but how could he possibly resist the urge to cancel it when you were on your knees acting so whorishly?
âPretty please, daddy?â You practically begged Vox, the sweetness in your voice irresistible. He almost whined in disappointment as you pulled away from his fingers. âCome on, I just want to spend someâŚquality time with you.â
Vox sighed, trying not to allow the ache in between his legs to decide for him, but then you proceeded to flutter your lashes at him, your hands sliding up his thighs in promise. It wouldnât hurt to spare you a few hours, right? He could simply move the meeting to the end of the day, even though he had fought tooth and nail to arrange it. âVox?â Your voice suddenly interrupted him from his internal debacleâwell, that and your fingers, which were fixing to undo his pants.
âI suppose I could push the meeting an hour or two later,â Vox hummed, affectionately carding a hand through your hair. You excitedly hopped onto his lap, making him chuckle. âYouâre absolutely horrible, sweetheart. Now, let me just call up my assistant and Iâll get back to you.â
Adam:
As you sunk onto your knees in front of Adam, your hands teasingly sliding down his robes, his wings slightly fluttered behind him. He made no effort to stop you, dying to find out what you had in store for him after he had told you no, and oh, he was not disappointed. His mouth hung open, heart beating excitedly against his ribcage at the feeling of your tongue lathering his fingers with your saliva, all while you stared up at him with big doe eyes. God, what a sinful sight.
âPretty please, daddy?â You whispered with a tooth-rotting sweetness as you pulled away from his fingers, but not before giving them one last hard suck. âCan you blame me for wanting to see the face of the man whoâs been fucking me?â
Adam chewed his lip underneath the mask, not fully convincedâuntil you plastered your cheek against his crotch, slightly craning your neck and looking up at him with a pout. You looked absolutely fuckable like thatâŚplus, you had gone out of your way to ask him in the nicest manner possible. He sighed, neglecting to dry his fingers before reaching up to remove his mask. Now it was your turn to gawk at him, your eyes scouring his face and memorizing every single feature.
âThere, are you happy now?â Adam stared down at you, shaking his head when you enthusiastically nodded, jumping up to touch his face. âHey! What the fuck are you doing? Oh, come on. Stop kissing me, itâs not that big of a dealâbabe!â
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KISS ME FROM THE RUSH .á ââ honkai star rail ?! â i can't get enough â đ ă Ëă
¤ ft. aventurine, blade, dr. ratio, argenti, sunday, jing yuan.
ÖśÖ¸Ö˘âšđ WARNINGS ! mdni. reader has no pronouns but has afab anatomy, soft dom ! character & inexperienced ! reader, dry humping / aventurine, praising, pet names, fingering / boothill + jing yuan, oral ( receiving ) / blade, blowjob + cum swallowing / dr. ratio, implied multiple orgasm + overstimulation, dacriphilia, lil of corruption kink ( if you squint ). âĄËËË
mature content ahead ! + please take care of yourself before proceeding.
aventurine .á
slender fingertips dig into the excess squish of your hips, prompting you to wriggle your waist and forcibly slot your pelvis where aventurine ushers you atop his lap, bunching your skirt in his fidgety palms as you delectably initiate a merciless roll of your hips that had his cock straining against the crotch of his jeans and his own hips eagerly bucking upwards.
he devours you in his embrace, and presses a brief kiss to the corner of your mouth before swallowing every mewl-like cry that parts your lips.
the lengthening drag led your clit to the silver buckle of his belt; pulpous bud sinking against the metal and flattening whenever aventurine thrusted his hips and temporarily pinned the bundle, catching the sensory mound before it dislodged and continued its previous rut.
you hissed through your teeth, breaking away from his lips to speckle rosy contortions into his skin. aventurine impatiently rocks his hips as if a mutt graveling in his heat, stiffening cock occasionally bumping your clit before the imprint would card through your soiled unde, gliding trough the dampened fabric with a friction that could kindle fire.
"that's it, baby," he coos, "almost there..."
he sounds breathless as he speaks, body shuddering when you placed a hot palm to his nape, grounding yourself and forcing coarse friction where you straddled him, desperate to clash against his pants as if you'd soon wear the denim to nothing and leave him bare.
"see...now isn't that nice?" he breathlessly laughs, "you're doing so well..., does it feel good?"
his hips erratically jerk, and the breathless pants from his mouth divulged his own craving, lips blowing against your collar before biting his presence into your skin. he's just as far off as you. ruby red and temple coated with sweat, aventurine is flushed and trembling under your hold.Â
all he gets as a response is a pathetic whine, making him grin, "of course it does, sweetheart..." he so desperately wants to ravish what sensible though remained of your dizzying head; fuck you until you couldn't discern the hour of the day, but he refrained. not yet.
"that's it, sweetheart, that's it, cum for me. c'mon give it to me, show me how you pretty you are, yeah?."Â
and you do, you gasp and squeal when the high finally crashes over you. he slows his thrusts, barely letting you go before carefully pressing back in, working you diligently through the high s you tremble and cream all over his pants like the sweet thing you are.Â
blade .á
to his surprise, you don't yelp or squeak or become flustered when he occupied himself between your legs, only biting your lip as wild pulsations rendered your brain to mush and melted your forefront conscious into a haze of silver lining.
 matching the complex twist of the interstate, your abdomen began to tie its knot of arousal and nervousness, your posture tensing into a deep arch that forced your head against the leather seat and a whimper to fall from your glossed lips, and before you could cover your face with your hands, blade quickly hold your wrists down again.
"don't." his voice is mereley above a whisper as erratic shivers shook your withering figure against the bed.
 "you okay?" you choke intead a series of strangled moans following his order.
"i'm okay." he muses on that notion for a time, flicking his thumbs over your throbbing clit, the strokes stimulating the hardened bud that felt as if would burst in due time. nimbly dragging the anxious tips of your fingers between your legs. "it feels good?."Â
you sniffle and nod, "really good..."
he hums and leans down, kissing your clit for one fleeting second before his hands are on your knees, keeping them pinned to your chest while he sat between your thighs as he licks at you, tentatively until he hears you quietly moan. then he's lapping, eager, pressing his face firmer against your cunt.Â
the pressure was unfamiliar but it wasn't bad. in fact it felt really good, all the while your taste fills his mouth, floods his tongue, and he knows without a doubt that he would try this over again.
"blade-!" you gasp, reaching down to tangle your hands in his hair, effectively messing it up.
his cock is painfully hard in his pants but he can't bring himself to care -- not when he's got your spread like this, working your towards your high with every touch he gives you.
and when you finally cum, it's with a harsh tug of his hair. drawing his name from your lips, you arched further into the sheets as the last of your orgasm shook your weak limbs. his name carried significance. the tenor more than just a lovely echo of your rapture.Â
he hums, opening his pretty eyes to look at you. when he pulls away, theres a string a spit connected to his lips before he smiles, letting you close your thighs and curl up. the sight of you breathless and teary eyed from the intense orgasm makes him want to go for seconds.
dr. ratio .á
"what do you want?" veritas asks. he shifts a bit, the mattress creaking again. a hand lands in your hair. it doesn't pull or tangle. gentle. too gentle. he never pulls when asked; for now, you slowly relaxe into this.
"it would be good if you hurry up, too,"you remained at attention. readily awaiting as if a devoted minion who had yet to receive orders.
"impatient."veritas hums, his touch unhurried. he takes his time more than he takes. you have never known what to do with it. you still don't, now, with goosebumps on your skin.
"and you're awfully slow," you say. "i just wanna make you feel good, you know."
there's a low, thoughtful hum. veritas is always thinking. you never know what he's thinking about, but veritas Ratio is a beautiful frowner, anyways.
"very well" a sigh. tiredness, fondness. you are too dizzy on pleassure to tell "open," veritas directs, lightly touching beneath your chin. his hands are warm. he touches with purpose. efficiency, but no lack of gentleness. he touches you like a craftsman touches his work. you open your mouth.
you impishly swiped your tongue past your lips before bringing your parted mounds to the base of his dick. puckishly dragging your tongue against his pulsating sex, you followed the protruding vessels of blue, soon hallowing your cheeks as to sink your head towards his pelvis.Â
it earns him a soft hiss. veritas is never loud, but he's always honest. you rub your tongue along the underside, tracing the crown, flicking the slit.Â
a whispered curse word. veritas' hips press up a little, his hand settles on your head, there is too much saliva in your mouth, you don't know how to do it, and so you let it make a mess instead.Â
veritas curses again, his hand stays in place, though he's not trying to hold you in place. he makes a few shallow thrusts, cock sliding deeper, rubbing the back of your throat until you gag on your own spit, and then veritas eases you off to come up for air.
"good," veritas tells you, low and rough at your water-welled tear ducts glossed your eyes in crystalline solution. veritas is gentle even in this.
he warns you that he's close, and you moan like encouragement. his pace gentles. you are allowed to control the pace again, to pull off if you want to, but you stay.
veritas' thighs tense on either side of you, his breathings hallow and unsteady. he's always been beautiful in pleasure. all of him. veritas comes in waves on your tongue a moment later. Â
"pretty." veritas says contemplatively, careful not to waste a drop, so when his hand falls from your hair to your spit-slick chin, examining you, he can whip the mess from your chin with his knuckles. ever kind, ever considerate.Â
boothill .á
"stop staring" a moan rises in the back of your throat, and he thinks you look beatiful, how you shie away, hiding your mouth behind the palm of your hand when your moans begin to get loud, closing your eyes in ecstasy, letting the unintelligible noises melt away as boothill's hand slips inside your underwear.
"'m'enjoying the view." he runs the other hand down from your face to your chest, it dances on your body, caresses the curve of your neck, the valley of your breasts, rolling the sensitive bud beneath his fingertips, mindful to place bruising kisses along your neck where deep shapes of his ministrations would be left for you to cover.
his lips latche onto the skin of your shoulder, and he worked his away along the base until kissing the incision of flesh that dimpled behind your ear.Â
âlook at ya,â perceptible to his observant gaze, your shoulders trembled enthusiastically, accompanying the quiver of your knees that were soon to clamp around his hand. âfudge, you're gon' be the death 'o me, darl.â he cooes against your heated skin, noting the way your hold on him tightened.
his fingers press inside, and the both of you groan together. his digits are slender, dangerous maybe, and he eases them in so slowly it makes you whine. your hips buck up against his hand, back arching, and he chuckles, a cold hand pressing down on your navel to keep your steady.
"there ya go. not so desperate after all, hm?" the sensation so riveting that you are tender into his arms as he fucks you, somehow both gentle and rough.Â
his fingers are sharp but slow, calculated to hit against your sweet spot with every thrust. he's filling the silence with gentle hums, encouraging you as you wither away, gasping and panting and begging.
"too good f'me," he whispers, crowding himself against your chest so you feel the cold metal of his own pressed up againts your skin, all over you. "aren'tcha?" there's a retort on the tip of your tongue, but the moment you open your mouth to speak, his hand squeeze your cheeks together "aren'tcha?"
you're nodding before you know it.
"i am," you whimper, hands bracing yourself up. your arms are quivering from the endless sensation of his big hand on you, slicking up and down and up and down slowly. he is bringing you to your climax with every soft kiss he press into your shoulder. "i'm good for you."
and you can't help the words that spill out of your mouth as you cum hard around his fingers, that twinge into the air between you. you shuddered and almost screamed through your last orgasm, a slow rolling thing after the two ecstasies preceded it.Â
unfamiliar with actions that caused your pretty little lips to squeal, boothill was sure to conduct each one, refusing to yield his practice until you had been blinded by sheer white, breathless and convulsing in his arms.
argenti .á
you hook your arms around argenti's neck before bringing him down for another kissâone with more fervor, more intensity than you would otherwise offer. he doesn't reciprocate for a moment, seemingly astonished with your sudden vigor. but in time, he melts against your lips until one after the other.
such as now, his heavy body draped over yours, hips flush against you with his thick cock buried inside you.
"shh," he coos, fingers laced between yours as you sob and wail into the bed, feet mindlessly kicking as you cum around his stationary cock. he presses his lips against your shoulder, "how do you feel?" he teases you as you sniffle and tearfully look at him over your shoulder.
"s'good," you whisper and he smiles so sweetly at you that it makes your heart flutter.
he chuckles again, soft and reassuring as he lifts your thighs with strong hands, bracketing them again across his hips.Â
"i know it does," he responds, carefully rutting his hips against you, stirring his cock within your walls, "you came so quickly."
"'again-!" you cut off to moan when he suddenly pulls back, "wanna cum again"
"again" he considers, and you jolt when he pins your hips in place with one hand while seizing your wrist with the other. his look immediately morphs into something more captivatin, chuckling, "i'll make you cum again,"
but contrary to your expectations, argenti doesn't start fucking you into the mattress like a wild animal. instead, he hoists your hips even higher, holding your body at an odd angle. you're about to ask what he's trying to do, but when he plunges his cock back into your weeping hole, the words evaporate on your tongue.
"you are so beutiful," he assures. his sudden, unrelenting pace continues from then on out. argenti grips your thighs hard, but not enough to leave bruises.Â
his discretion makes your heart flutter, but you can't quite bask in the sentiment given that his cock is hitting all the spots that make stars dance in the seams of your vision.
deep. he's so impossibly deep that you fear it'll take you days to sweat him out. a trail of saliva dribbles on your chin as argenti slowly guides you to the apex of an orgasm.his name sounds like an incantation on your lips, and you wonder if the aeons would let you have this man forever.
"argenti!" you squealed, gasping as you reached down to grab his wrist, "oh! wait, 'm gonna-!"
"it's alright," he assures, voice just as soft and even as ever, "just let it happen. want you to feel good for me."
your eyes roll back in your head and you gasp, al the while he whispered praises as you trembling and gushed, soaking his hand and cock. but he didn't mind, he just enjoyed the sight of you feeling good all because of him.
sunday .á
mass against his own. his chest is keenly pressed into your breasts, pinning you to the mattress with an intimidating vigor and a punishing snap of his hips.Â
your ankles knock together behind his nape, and your knees crudely tense by your ears. a palm is cleaved at your waist, nails shoveling into the fat of your hips as the other hooks the bend of your knee into a firm mating press.
 your fingertips fiercely claw at his shoulders, scrambling for a pillar to keep your conscious ground and aware, but you can count the stars behind your glossy lids, another flitter of light flickering into the dark as the male slotted between your legs commences another tunneling of your tiny cunnie.
"'s too muchâ" tears descend the swell of your heated cheeks, droplets streaking your skin and smearing the mascara you previously applied to your fluttering lashes, brows tense and crinkled as your eyes lulled towards the back of your head and exposed the reddened white of your dazed optics.
"is that so?" a hum colored his tone, mocking and high, "i just want to be selfish and feel you cum around me. that's okay, isn't it?"
he lets your head fall to the bed again as he pauses the pounding of his hips to reach for your face, grabbing the fat of your flushed cheeks before he presss his thumb on your bottom lip.
you're embarrassingly compliant, parting your lips at the same timeâtongue swirling around his skin as you cover them in a sheen of saliva. sunday doesn't say a word, but there's an uncharacteristic glint in his eyes that you never would've associated with him earlier.
"but do look pretty like this." his strong hand lets go of your face, instead moving to gently move your hair from your face where it's stuck to the mix of saliva and tears- the juxtaposition reminds you again of how much he actually cared."you know i always want to make you feel good."
a tap to your temple brings you out of your stupor- you're mindless, you're a mess, it's humiliating, but he smiles down at you. "you can give me one more, hm?"
you whimper; mewl as if language were unknown to you. all you can do is cry, sob, as his splits your little pussy in half. your name echoes from his kiss swollen lips as his fucks you harder into the mattress. his brain is in shambles; cluttered and screwed as if he had lost reasoning, but he was aware of himself; aware of his present endeavor-
he won't stop until you are sobbing his name, eagerly arching your tremoring pelvis into his own because he had begun to relentlessly hammer a delicate plot that induced your vision to flicker and blurrily haze with spangled glimmers of hot electricity.
jing yuan .á
there's just something so sweet about your voice when you are desperate. when you are laying in front of you, legs trashing as jing yuan watches, a small smile on his face as you try, try so hard to angle his fingers just right.
"can't," you whimper, free hand reaching out for him. but he leans back, smiling in faux sympathy.Â
the nimble pads of his fingertips pried apart your slicken folds to clamp at the inflated bud between your legs, amber optics indifferent to your puppy-dog pout and repetitive mantra of plea as he forcibly held your thigh apart, eyes flittering the expanse of your skin when you pitifully cried and spoke incoherent requests he blatantly neglected to acknowledge. Â
he hums softly, shifting closer to you and hoisting you up by your armpits, he settles you in his lap. "better?" he murmurs against your skin, taking the vibrator in your hands and pressing it up against her drooling cunt, buzzing along her clit. she chokes out a small, yes, before burying her face in your shoulder.
"feels good, doesn't it?," he whispers. "tell me."
he can feel you tensing every time he pushes his calloused fingers just a little deeper, the way your toes curl and your ankles dig into his back. he knows you feel good. he just wanna hear it. "'s good," you whimper. "good!â feels really good."
"gonna cum?" he cradles your face with his free hand, dipping his head down to press a small kiss to your lips, swallowing your breaths. "gonna cum for me, yeah?"
you nod. your brain's melted into pretty pink goo, oozing out of your ears with every second his fingers keep fucking into you. he pushes you, keeps pushing you into ecstasy, until your unravelling on his fingers. "oh," he coos. "so pretty, look at you."
you don't know when you start cumming. you don't know when you stop. he doesn't stop though, never stops. he keeps fucking into you, the sensation so riveting you don't even feel your third orgasm until it materialises in your trembling legs.
jing yuan hushes you. "just let me, dear," he makes quick work of your clit, having you gasping his name "so good f'me, yeah? cum, come on. i know you got it in you."
you stifle your cries into his shoulder, and he smiles softly. it's times like these where he looks at you with hearts in his eyes, when he brushes the soft hair and tuck it behind your ear in a move of adoration. it's times like these when he thinks that you are so good, so sweet, you'd do anything he say, right?
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Walk The Line.
Carmen gets a little jealous. You donât mind in the slightest.
roommate!carmen berzatto x female reader
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Heâs a little out of his depth, admittedly.
The invitation had been slid under your front door, pretty handwriting on creamy paper.
âA⌠party?â
âDoes it say party, Carmen?â
âNo, it says âmixer.â What the fuck is a mixer?â
You laugh, scrubbing a mark off the final dish in the sink before placing it down in the drying rack. Carmy is sat on the counter across the kitchen, reading the invite over and over.
âSeriously, babe. The fuck does mixer mean? So it isnât a party?â
You dry your hands and make your way over to take the paper from him, eyes scanning over it carefully.
âA mixer is like⌠a get to know each other thing. Itâs sort of like a party, I guess, but not really. Just a casual gathering type situation.â
âSounds fucking stupid,â he grumbles.
You smack his shoulder, rolling your eyes.
âLighten up, asshole. It could be fun.â
âFun? You think having a mixer with all the neighbours from our building on a Friday night is gonna be fun?â
âI think it sounds like an incredible time. My ideal evening. I canât wait.â
You canât even pretend not to laugh, grabbing onto his thigh to keep yourself balanced. He puts his hands on your shoulders, trying to look serious, but the grin fighting its way up his cheeks gives him away.
âYou really wanna go?â
âCarm, if itâs terrible, weâll just lie and say weâve got plans elsewhere. Weâll run away screaming if we need to. It might be good for us though, to meet our neighbours properly. Itâs good to get to know them, just in case we ever need anything.â
âWhat, like a cup of sugar? What is this, the thirties?â
âWhen youâre testing recipes and fucking them all up, you might be grateful to be able to nip next door and borrow a cup of sugar.â
âI donât fuck recipes up.â
âNo? Then why were you yelling at a lavender and oat crème brĂťlĂŠe last week?â
âIt was mocking me,â he grumbles under his breath, hanging his head.
You canât help but laugh, moving closer to stand between his manspread legs where he still sits on the counter. You brush a piece of hair back from his forehead, tracing your index finger in a featherlight touch down the bridge of his nose. He looks down at you, eyes glued to yours.
âI know for a fact you donât have anything else planned on Friday,â you whisper.
He rolls his eyes but leans into your touch anyway, where youâre still tracing along the features of his face.
âYou promise we can leave if itâs terrible?â
âWe literally live in this building. We can just walk up the stairs and be home.â
He huffs, but relents.
âFine. But please donât leave me alone with all of the middle aged moms. They love me.â
âOh, Iâm sure they do,â you giggle, leaning in to rest your head on his chest. His arms encircle you, pulling you as close as he can.
Is this scene too intimate for roommates? Without a doubt.
Do either of you care? Not in the slightest.
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Itâs not as bad as he thought itâd be.
The middle aged moms have pulled through, actually. The lobby is decorated with fairy lights, tables covered in alcohol set up against the walls. Everyone has a drink in their hand, chatting and mingling amongst themselves.
You and Carmen walk downstairs a little late. Heâd finished his shift and run home to shower and make himself look semi presentable before facing the neighbours.
âWe need a signal,â he says suddenly, right as you reach the staircase. âIn case of emergencies.â
âPat your head.â
âReal subtle.â
âIt doesnât need to be subtle, it needs to be noticeable for me.â
âFine,â he mutters, bumping his shoulder into yours. âDonât leave me alone with that Erica lady. She scares me.â
âYes sir,â you mock salute, slipping your hand into his momentarily. âYouâll be fine, Carmen. Like I said, weâll just leave if itâs awful.â
Itâs not awful, actually. Itâs quite fun.
Itâs nice to get to know the people in your building, seeing as you have lived there for a couple of years now. Carmen has been there even longer.
âExcuse me, sweetheart?â
You turn around to be met with an old lady, leaning carefully on her cane.
âYes, maâam?â
âIâm Dorothy. I live in 2B, and I just had to tell you that you look beautiful in your dress.â
You smile, pulling out a chair for her, which she takes gladly. You sit down next to her, spotting Carmy chatting with a couple of guys across the room.
âThank you so much!â
You introduce yourself, telling her your name and apartment number.
âAh yes,â she hums in recognition. âYou live with your boyfriend who has all the tattoos.â
You almost choke on your drink.
âWeâre just roommates,â you say eventually. âBut yes, thatâs him.â
âOh, my apologies. I just assumed.â
Youâre curious, suddenly. You know you shouldnât be, but you canât help yourself.
âCan I ask? Why you⌠thought we were dating?â
She chuckles knowingly before placing a hand on your knee.
âHoney, heâs got a hand on you at all times. He looks at you like you are the sun. Every time you walk past my window, youâre both laughing. Sounds like love to me.â
Her bluntness is refreshing, if not a little intimidating. No one will say it how it is more than a little old lady who canât mind her business.
âWe, uh⌠weâre close. Heâs a good roommate. A good friend.â
She doesnât look convinced in the slightest, chuckling as she pats your leg.
âUh huh. Thatâs what I said about my husband - real good friend. Weâve been married 58 years.â
You smile, shaking your head.
âIs he here with you?â
âHeâs upstairs. He canât really leave the apartment, these days.â
âYou know, if you ever need anything, me and Carmen would be happy to help.â
âNo, sweetheart, I couldnât ask you to-â
â-youâre not asking me, Iâm offering. Carmen is an award winning chef at one of the best restaurants in this city. Heâd be more than happy to make a meal or two when needed. And I can pick you guys up stuff from the grocery store when I go, too.â
âThank you,â she whispers, grabbing your hand in her frail one. âYouâre good kids, you two.â
You grin at her, squeezing her hand gently.
âYou know where I am, if you need me.â
She nods, standing up carefully.
âIâm going to go see if that handsome Jeremy will come and fix my shower for me. He did promise.â
You laugh, watching as she makes a beeline for one of the dads stood in a huddle. You catch eyes with Carmy, whoâs still chatting away with a few of the younger guys. He winks at you, all cheeky and carefree, and you canât help but flush, heat prickling across your skin. You shake your head, smiling, winking back.
Suddenly, thereâs a hand on your bicep. You spin sideways, to be met with the sight of a very handsome man. Dark hair, big brown eyes, tall - he looks slightly like a movie star you canât quite remember the name of. You crane your neck to meet his gaze, smiling softly.
He holds out his hand to introduce himself.
âHi, Iâm Daniel.â
You tell him your name, trying to ignore how his hand engulfs yours.
âPretty name for a pretty girl.â
You laugh, shaking your head.
âHave you lived here long? Think Iâd remember a face like yours.â
Now he shakes his head.
âA month, maybe. I live in 6C. Iâve been working a lot, so havenât had any time for introductions.â
âAh. What do you do?â
âIâm a model.â
Of course he is.
âWhat do you do?â
As you start to tell him, his eyes fix on yours, not leaving for a moment. He listens carefully, both of you blocking out the noise and focusing on each other.
Turns out, Daniel is good company. The two of you find a spot in the corner, away from the noise and the wine drunk moms. The two of you laugh, joke, and talk about Chicago as if youâre old friends. Time slips away from you easily, conversation flowing with minimal effort.
âI donât want to leave, trust me⌠but I have a super early call time tomorrow. If you wanted, we could grab a drink sometime, somewhere thatâs not our buildings lobby?â
You laugh, nodding.
âYeah, Iâd like that. It was nice to meet you, Daniel.â
âYou too. Here,â he says, handing you a small business card with his number on, âtext me.â
âI might do just that,â you tease as he walks away grinning.
Youâre on your way to grab another drink when a hand slinks around your wrist.
âHi, Carmen.â
You donât even have to turn to know who it is, recognising the feeling of his calloused hand against your soft skin.
âWhereâs your friend gone?â he all but grumbles.
âHeâs gone home, got to be up early for work.â
âHavenât we all.â
âOoo, okay Mr Attitude. Youâre not having a good night? You didnât give me the signal.â
âWould you have noticed if I did?â
You spin around to face him properly now.
âYes, I would have. Because weâre in a tiny fucking lobby and not a football stadium, Carmen.â
He huffs.
âDidnât think youâd notice if the building fell down, the way you were lost in his eyes.â
âI know itâs a foreign concept to you, Carmen, but eye contact is actually a very important part of conversation. Try it some time.â
Carmy rolls his eyes, grip on your wrist tightening.
âCome on,â he mumbles. âWanna show you something.â
He practically drags you up the stairs, and up some more, and up some more. Eventually, you reach the roof.
The sun is just setting, casting the city in a warm orange glow. Everything is so calm, so peaceful, so serene. Itâs beautiful.
Youâre admiring the view when suddenly your feet are no longer on the ground. Carmy has you over his shoulder, carrying you across the rooftop to the brick wall.
âThe fuck are you doing?â you cry as he finally puts you down.
He smashes his lips to yours, choosing to shut you up rather than answer you. You kiss back eagerly, confused but not disappointed at the turn in events. Slipping your hands into his hair, you tug him into you, groaning as he grabs at your ass.
âCarmen,â you breathe, âwhy donât we just go home?â
âWhereâs the fun in that?â he mumbles against your neck, pressing kisses wherever he can reach. When he bites down, you smack his shoulder.
âNo marks, asshole. The fuck is up with you?â
Again, he says nothing, just slips his hand under your dress to run his fingers over your underwear. You part your legs instantly, leaning back into the wall to steady yourself.
âCarmen, someoneâs gonna see if they come up here.â
âWell then you better come quickly.â
He slips your panties to the side, running his fingers through your wet heat. You keen, knees buckling already.
âOh baby,â he chuckles. âThis all for Daniel?â
It all clicks for you suddenly.
âThatâs what-â you choke as he slides a finger into you. âThatâs what - fuck - has you so riled up? Daniel?â
âDonât say his name when Iâm knuckle deep, baby. Itâs rude.â
You attempt to scoff, but it comes out as more of a moan when he presses his thumb to your clit, circling carefully.
âAm I not giving you what you need, honey? Is that it? Greedy girl just wants more, so she looks elsewhere to get it?â
âNo,â you justify quickly. âYou know thatâs not true.â
âIf you can still form sentences, Iâm clearly doing something wrong.â
He slips a second finger in, curling them exactly the way he knows you like.
âCarm.â
âHe couldnât make you feel like this, babe. You and I both know it.â
Youâre nodding, fingers gripping his shirt tightly as if youâre scared heâs going to walk away. His lips press into your neck again, nipping along the expanse of skin.
âSay it.â
âHmm?â
Youâre dazed, mind hazy with Carmen Carmen Carmen Carmen Carmen.
âSay. It.â
He punctuates his words by curling his fingers harshly. Youâre seeing stars, legs giving out.
âHe - he⌠fuck, Carmen, please.â
âSo close, honey. Try again.â
You know he wonât relent. He never does, when heâs in a mood. You have to just give him what he wants.
âHe couldnât make me feel this good, Carm. Itâs all for you, only you.â
âGood girl. Knew you could do it.â
With that, he speeds up his fingers, his other arm snaking around your back to keep you standing upright.
âGive it to me, baby. Know you want to. Thatâs it, atta girl.â
âCome for me, there we go. Can feel you.â
âGood girl, good fuckinâ girl. So pretty like this.â
You fall over the edge, clenching like a vice around his fingers as you throw your head back. Thereâs a sheen of sweat coating your skin, chest heaving with every breath you take. Your vision goes white for a second, gripping onto Carmyâs biceps for dear life.
You rest your forehead against his chest, panting as you try to recover.
âJealous Carmen is kinda mean,â you mumble into his shirt.
He laughs, wrapping his arms around you.
âYou know I didnât mean it, right? Youâre free to date whoever you want. You could do a lot worse than Daniel the hot supermodel.â
You pull back, looking at him carefully.
âI know. I just⌠I donât know if Iâll go. Seems a bit unfair to date him when my mind is on someone else.â
You both know exactly who you mean. You both also know that tipsy on a rooftop is not the place to have that conversation.
âDid you ever master the lavender crème brĂťlĂŠe?â
He chuckles, not expecting the sudden change in subject.
âYes, I did.â
âDo we have any left?â
âWe donât. But I did make chocolate soufflĂŠ this afternoon, if thatâll satisfy your sweet tooth.â
âFuck, yes,â you grin, leaning in to kiss him tenderly.
âIâll make you a crème brĂťlĂŠe in work tomorrow. Promise.â
âWill you make two extras?â
He quirks a brow in confusion, so you continue.
âWeâve got two elderly neighbours. Theyâre not very mobile, so I said weâd drop stuff off every now and again.â
He smiles at you, all soft and melted.
âOf course. That heart of yours is too big for your chest, you know.â
You take hold of his hand, placing it there.
âOnly sometimes.â
He kisses you again before throwing an arm over your shoulders.
âLetâs go eat chocolate soufflĂŠs and drink the rest of that wine you bought.â
âYouâre a mind reader,â you laugh, making your way downstairs.
Maybe he is, you think later. You donât mind in the slightest.
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bet it's pink; b.eilish x reader x s.carpenter
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"tell her what you told me," billie huffed biting her index finger trying to contain the festering feeling in the pit of her stomach. it was nasty. feral and animalistic as she watched the pretty blonde fuck you into the mattress.
"tell me what?" sabrina asked doe eyed as if she wasn't fucking the shit out of you. as if your tits weren't bouncing and pressing into the mattress from each thrust and her perfectly manicured nails weren't digging into your hips as you whimpered.
"tell her," billie's voice was menacing as she started shaking her leg watching the way you struggled to speak. to form words.
"i-" you croaked before moaning unable to articulate your thoughts.
"i- i said your strap-" you moaned again and buried your face in the sheets trying to control yourself. you felt so tight it was almost unbearable.
"i bet your strap was pink," you groaned as sabrina chuckled and thrusted so roughly you almost lost your balance.
"you were right," she whispered coming down to your ear. her strap buried deep in your pussy. her lip glossed lips running along your jaw. hair tickling your bare back. your legs wobbled from being on all fours and enduring the wrath of your girlfriend's step sister's pretty pink strap.
"don't make me say it," you squealed sitting on your girlfriend's lap burying your face into the nook of her neck trying to hide your embarrassment. she held your body securely. holding your legs so you wouldn't fall off her lap as you sat on the loveseat in her apartment.
"come on," billie teased patting your thigh. you felt yourself growing warm. you're not exactly sure how this all came up but the whole thing was making you feel flushed and out of breath. you couldn't form words even though your head was racing with thoughts.
"i mean-" your voice trailed off as your eyes darted in the direction of the hallway.
"she's not exactly quiet," you whispered leaning into billie who was smiling, gaining an odd satisfaction from listening you speculate about her step sister. they weren't exactly close, but they lived together and you were totally right. she wasn't exactly quiet, but neither were the two of you.
you'd been curious about all the noise she made when she stumbled home late at night. it was hard not to overhear when her door was right across from billie's. you'd almost memorized the sounds by heart and you were strangely curious about this illusive step sister of hers.
from what you'd gathered they were polar opposites. they hardly coexisted. only tip toeing around each other. the only time you saw them interact was through text and even then, it was all cut and dry.
"is she gay?" you whispered afraid that she'd come out of her room any second while you were speculating about her sex life. billie laughed. full on laughed. eyes closed. brows furrowed. leaning forward making you squeal as you clung to her shoulders.
"is she?" you asked again with curiosity. you really didn't know anything about this girl. you just knew what she looked like and that girl did not ooze gay unlike your girlfriend. she wasn't even your type so you don't know why she had you feeling this giddy or why you were so invested in knowing these intimate parts of her life.
"she is," billie nodded biting her lip marveling at your expression. your eyes widened and you covered your mouth trying not to giggle too loudly. you felt like a gossiping school girl.
"i bet her strap is pink," you gasped looking at billie who was so amused by this whole thing. she was amused but there was also a feeling brewing inside her. one that had her thoughts racing, unbeknownst to you, as she tightened her grip on your thigh.
that pretty much explained how you ended up in this compromising position. her step sister fucking the shit out of you. showing you exactly how she made all those noises you'd wondered about. your girlfriend sitting on her desk chair watching the whole thing.
she watched you carefully. noticing the way your brows raised in pure pleasure. how your lips parted and stuck to the sheets as your mouth grew dry from the countless minutes of moaning and whimpering under her step sister's touch. the way your back arched as she ran her hand up your spine.
fuck. you really were a sight.
she was growing impatient. her hand tapping on her thigh while her leg shook. biting her lip until it was throbbing.
"i'm so-" you hummed shutting your eyes.
"so-" you moaned again. noises from deep inside your body rumbling out as the blonde fucked you senseless. all your assumptions were being proven wrong. she wasn't gentle. she wasn't fragile. she was assertive. she came close to making you scream screams that only your girlfriend ever managed to do.
"i'm gonna-" you cried out all these half finished sentences thinking of your girlfriend sitting jealous on the chair. you made eye contact through your blurry tear streaked vision. your arm ran along the cool bedsheets reaching out for her. billie snarled pushing her body off the chair as it wheeled back hitting the desk.
you winced at the sound. watching her approach you. her strap hung so pretty on her body. red like burning embers. ready to finish the job. to destroy you and tear you apart piece by piece. to show blondie how you really liked it.
"come here," she growled taking your arm lifting your body up. you cried out in blinding pleasure when she lifted you causing the strap to hit your cervix with a wave of ecstasy. you half sat on sabrina's lap, cock still buried in your pussy as billie cupped your jaw. her thumb dug into your skin as she kissed you roughly.
it was a hungry sloppy kiss as you clung to her arms. bringing your bodies closer as her step sister simply watched you devour each other. she was so intrigued. you were complete putty under billie's touch. her fingers dug into your cheeks as your starved mouths opened and your tongues pressed together.
her hands ran down your back lifting you off sabrina's strap. you hummed into her mouth and wrapped your arms tightly around her warm skin wanting to feel every inch of her body pressed against yours. she was gentle yet firm as she laid you on the bed. your chest rising with anticipation.
sabrina leaned back on the mattress. the palms of her hands supporting her weight as she tilted her head.
"let me show you how she likes to be fucked," billie snarled never taking her eyes off yours. it drove you absolutely mad that she was talking about you, not at you, while staring into your eyes with the hungriest expression.
your body laid across the bed. billie wedged between your thighs holding the fake cock in her hand aligning herself with your entrance. sabrina traced the silhouette of your body as you arched your back sinking onto her cock as she bottomed out.
billie sat on her knees holding up the lower half of your body as she started thrusting. you raised your arms above your head trying to fist the sheets. at the rate at which she was pulling you down on her cock, it was impossible to concentrate on anything other than her dick slamming into your pussy. she moved fast and purposefully. her fingers dug into your hips each time skin slapped.
"billie," you moaned raising your chest again reaching out for her body. billie growled letting go of your hip to lace her fingers with yours as she continued thrusting at an ungodly speed. you were melting so quickly under her touch and you knew this was no where near the level of feral she could get.
she wanted to proof that nobody could make you feel the way she did. nobody could kiss you the way she could or touch you the way she touched you. it was her touch that set you on fire. all those other girls had been beautiful, but no one did it like she did.
no one had ever quite had you in a chokehold like she did. her hand was literally wrapped around your throat applying only the smallest amount of pressure. that alone sent a ripple of pleasurable vibrations down your body as she fucked you. her eyes never left yours. she wanted you to see who was making you feel this good. who always made you feel this good.
you choked out her name. your vision blurring by the intoxicating feeling. you were impossibly tight. you wrapped so tight around her cock that if it were real, billie would've already surrendered to your grip.
watching your fucked out state, she leaned down pressing her body on yours. she securely wrapped her arms around you. palm pressed on the top of your head. fingers spread and clinging to you as she slammed harder. so hard you could hardly feel your legs anymore. your toes were curled so tight that when you flexed the sensation of pins and needles coursed through your body. stinging in all the right places.
she was hitting the deepest unimaginable angles until the only word coming out of your mouth was her name.
she was fucking you so good you'd forgotten all about the blonde sitting on the bed leaning closer to your scorching bodies. billie turned to look at her with wild, menacing eyes.
you knew who you belonged to. she'd just needed the blonde to help her satisfy the jealousy craving thatâd been festering in the pit of her stomach. youâd been curious about her pink strap. now that youâd found out..
this wasn't going to happen again.
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Okay I know this trope has been done time and time again but itâs a fuckingggg classic okay? Okay.
Best friend Johnny who keeps a photo of you in his pocket so he can remind himself what he is fighting to get home to.
Best friend Johnny whoâs face lights up as soon as he sees you waiting for him at the airport with one of them big signs saying Johnny on it. It looks like you spent a lot of time hand decorating it.
Best friend Johnny who doesnât argue when you ask him to stay at your house his first night home, he simply smiles with a nod because why would he ever refuse you.
Best friend Johnny who already has some of his clothes in your drawers for whenever he stays over. Brought over a duffle bag full of some a while ago and just stared filling your drawers.
Best friend Johnny who snoops around after he gets out the shower to see if youâd gotten any new toys while he was away. (You had) he grins while inspecting the new one, not a vibrator this time. No this one was moulded like a real man, very detailed he noticed. He would never tell you how he held it next to his to see the size difference.
Best friend Johnny who grins at you when he comes out of your room freshly cleaned and in new clothes to find you in one of his shirts and just underwear, dancing to the ABBA songs you were playing through Alexa.
Best friend Johnny who dances with you just so he had an excuse to have his hands on you. And oh boy does he, his thick fingers running over your body. Hot breath on your neck as you both laugh.
Best friend Johnny who feels on cloud nine while he makes dinner with you, the domesticity of it all making him yearn for more. The way youâre both moving around each other, flowing and fitting in with each other perfectly.
Best friend Johnny who even though is eating the same thing as you, still tries to feed you with an âOpân up fa me lass.â Spoon in hand resting softly against your lips waiting patiently for you to accept, âKâmon bonnie.â
Best friend Johnny whose face drops when you tell him all about the date you had been on with a complete and utter douchebag while he was away. You donât notice the way he freezes at your words, you donât see the fire behind his eyes.
Best friend Johnny who finally finds the courage within him to say you donât need to date anyone. You have him. Heâs yours, always have been bonnie.
Best friend Johnny who goes crazy when you finally let him touch you. Desperately laps at your pussy, clit swollen and aching as the Scot wraps his lips around it wanting nothing more than to show you how well he can take care of you. How quick he can make you cum all over his tongue.
Best friend Johnny who is the best fuck youâve ever had in your life. Heâs all over you, heâs in your every thought, your every breath. You feel him in your throat when he slides his thick cock into your slick pussy. Youâre dripping a mixture of cum and Johnnyâs spit.
Best friend Johnny whoâs so hot the way heâs desperate for it, pathetically desperate to slap his hips against your ass. The shlick shlick shlick sounds loud in the air with the way his heavy balls slap against your clit sending rolls of pleasure through you with each thrust. âFuck lass, so pretty! Do ye ken what ye do to me? Dis wee cunt is addictive!â
Best friend Johnny who makes love to you well into the early hours of the morning. Youâre a complete dishevelled mess by the time heâs done. Hickies anywhere his mouth could reach, hand marks on your hips, hair a mess, drool on your chin, throat dry and sore from screaming his name and your cunt dripping with his cum. But you fall asleep satisfied with a smile on your swollen lips.
Boyfriend Johnny who kisses you softly all over, whispering praises and I love yous into your skin as he uses a warm flannel to wipe away the sweat and cum from your body.
Boyfriend Johnny who makes you breakfast in bed, all your favourites and some pieces of fruit for healthiness. Who delivers it to you on your bamboo tray, an apron wrapped around him that says âIâm cuteâ on the front. His naked arse out of full display.
Boyfriend Johnny that watches you eat with a smile on your face and happiness bubbling in his chest.
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Summary: When a movie night strikes up quite the interesting conversation, the night takes a turn that you definitely never expected.
Warnings: threesome, big dick jk, nipple play, pussy eating, dirty talk, detailed smut, sneaky behavior.
Pairing: Bsf!Jk x Fem!Reader x FemBsf!Mirae
A/n: put my own little spin on this request, hope the anon likes it.
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"Hurry the movies starting!" mirae shouts as you and jungkook rush to finish packing the snacks into little bowls. Jungkooks continuous laughter makes you smile as you grab three sodas and rush them out to the living room.
Mirae let's out a content sigh when she sees you both, gesturing to the movie starting on the screen.
Mirae and jungkook had been your friends since freshman year of high school, and you'd basically grown up together. Seeing them turn from nerdy teens to full blown adults felt bizzare.
Just like high school, the three of you still spent all your time together. Some may say people your age should be in relationships by now, but it had just never worked out that way for any of you.
Jungkook had the same girlfriend for years, but she'd cheated on him the second they parted ways for college. After that he just never seemed to bat his eyes at a girl the same way again.
Mirae on the other hand was never one for relationships. Usually she moved around to whoever caught her eye and embraced her singleness. She was an amazing person regardless, anyone who had her would be a fool to ever let her go.
Surprisingly, she changed her ways the past year and a half. She hadn't talked to any guys, and she seemed happy with it.
Oh and you? You had a few boyfriends here and there, but your love life recently had been pretty dry. You were too caught up in work & friends to bother looking for someone to spend the rest of your life with.
You didn't really know how you felt about marriage anyway.
"Pass me the popcorn." Mirae whispers, reaching over jungkooks lap to take the bowl from you before you can even think of an answer. You don't mind, grabbing a nearby blanket and throwing it over the three of you.
The sound of popcorn being chewed is the only thing heard amongsts the three of you as the movie plays, all eyes trained on the screen.
Jungkook does his best to ignore the fact that both of you were pressed tight against him, sandwiched between the two of you as your breasts sit right against both of his arms. His pants do get a little tight, and though he didn't have a crush on either of you- he was still a man..
A man with needs to be specific. So having two girls tits pressed against him was a bit of a bummer when he may not be getting any pussy by the end of this.
You had to admit the movie was much better than you thought it'd be, and you cursed yourself for enjoying it because you knew jungkooks teasing would come soon after.
He'd suggested the movie to the both of you earlier that day, and though mirae was on board- you were not. Initially you weren't one for romance movies, and honestly you still weren't. This one just happened to be different, and you were starting to like it a little too much.
Being that it's a romance movie, it's not long before three naked bodies take place on the screen- moaning and kissing as sensually as possible. (Watching this always makes you wonder how awkward it must've been to film it.)
You could never be an actor, because you'd laugh in your co stars face if you had to fake having sex together.
"Y'know- having a threesome doesn't seem bad." mirae's statement causes you and jungkooks heads to snap toward her, watching in amusement as she shovels more popcorn into her greedy mouth.
"Really?" jungkook says, pinching the bridge of his nose at her words. She shrugs at both of us, gesturing toward the sexual scene on the tv with her hand. "You guys wouldn't be down?" she questions.
You think about it for a moment, your not exactly opposed to it. To be honest the longer you dwell upon it, the more it intrigues you- maybe it would be sort of fun?
"I think it'd be pretty cool." a cheesy smile flashes over miraes face at your confession, and she reaches over jungkook again so she can playfully nudge your shoulder. "That's my girl!"
Her sudden enthusiasm about the subject makes you laugh, and you can't stop a blush from spreading across your cheeks. "Jungkook? What do you think?"
You'd almost forgot that he was there, being that he'd been so quiet. Mirae didn't even need to ask the question, you could tell he was interested by the way he was still watching the three of them fuck on your tv screen.
"Helloooo, earth to jungkook?" you say, waving your hand in front of his face. He shakes his head when you do, almost as if he was snapping out of some trance. Mirae lifts a hand as she nods in content. "Nevermind- you've answered my question."
He gives a awkward laugh, adjusting his position on the couch to more of a slouch. "I'm down." he mutters, and the way he bites his lip afterward lets you know he's already thinking about it.
"Oh yeah? I think you'd be too scared." mirae counters, and you roll your eyes when jungkook gives her a shocked look. Clearly her little comment had gotten him riled up.
"Scared? Hell no." he scoffs, sitting up properly as he looks at you to back him up. You do nothing but shrug playfully, you weren't helping him out on this one- preferring to sit back and watch them bicker.
"You don't have the balls." mirae tests him even further, cocking her eyebrow at him as she continues to eat the last of the now cold popcorn.
"Try me." he mutters, and you can tell he's annoyed. Mirae had a way of getting to people, even you sometimes. She found it hilarious, jungkook on the other hand did not.
"Okay then, kiss y/n." the challenge makes you sit up straight, furrowing your brows at her. Well shit, you weren't disgusted at the thought- just surprised that she'd even suggest that.
Your heart beats a little faster when jungkooks turns to face you, and the look on his face was more determined than ever. Was he really gonna do it? Kiss you just to prove a point? No way.. it wasn't even that serious, just a stupid joke.
Clearly it was not, because two seconds he pulls you up and his lips are pressed flesh against yours. His hand keeps a nice hold on your cheek as he tugs a little at your lower lip before pushing his tongue into your mouth.
Oh.
This wasn't just a flimsy kiss, he was making out with you.. and you liked it. You didn't really understand what was happening and why the kiss kept on for so long, but fuck were you enjoying it.
Best believe his point was proven.
You enjoyed everything about it. The way his hands slid down your to your waist, and then to grip a handful of your ass. The way he kept pressing his body into yours. He was more than a good kisser, he was a fucking god at it.
Kisses peppering the back of your neck cause you to peel your eyes open, and that's when you realize it's mirae standing behind you. You can feel her clothed tits on your back as she does so, her soft hands hovering over jungkooks that still sit on your waist.
The realization of what's happening causes you to move your lips away from jungkooks, but he simply kisses you again before you can bother to utter a word.
You didn't know why, but the kisses from both of them convinced you to take off your shirt. Along with your pants, and then your panties, until you were completely naked for both of their eyes to see.
For a split second you wonder why mirae was so quick to join in and kiss on you as well, but you shake off the thought as quickly as it bubbles in your mind.
"Holy.." jungkook mutters, eyes concentrated on your full breasts. He takes it upon himself to bring his hands up to your chest, smiling as he cups your boobs in his warm hands. The feeling of your cold nipples against his palm made his dick even harder.
He's quick to undress himself after you, moving hastily to release his growing boner. Your eyes widen on their own at his length, all those times he boasted about his dick size clearly wasn't a joke.
"Surprised?" he asked, smirking at your reacting to the sight. You can hear mirae's hoarse laugh in your ears as she places her left hand on your shoulder, and her right hand at the base of jungkooks dick.
Her clothed chest is still pressed to your bare back, wanting to touch him but be close to you all at the same time. You liked the view you had, squished right in the middle of both of them as she reaches around you to jerk him off.
You don't realize how you've went to fondle your own clit, the sight so hot that you could no longer sit here untouched. Wetness leaks onto your thighs, making them all wet and sticky just how you loved it.
"For fucks sake..." he babbles to himself, groaning at the pressure of mirae's hand wrapped tight against his hard cock. Your finger's aggressively rubbing against your sensitive bud, already wanting to reach a orgasm even though this has only just started.
Jungkook notices and quickly takes action, grabbing a hold of your wrist to move it away from the area. "Patience." is all he says, and you oblige though the last thing you wanted was to wait.
Not when you were naked between the both of them like this.
You swore you weren't crushing on your friends, but it'd be a downright lie to say they were ugly- because they weren't. In fact, they were some of the hottest people you'd met.
You even used to have a crush on mirae in the 5th grade, but you'd never let her know that. It didn't matter anyway, you guys weren't even friends back then. Shit she barely even knew your name.
Mirae's roaming hands pull you out of your thoughts when you feel them on your waist, pulling you even closer to her as she sits down on the couch behind her.
Your bodies are warm and snug against each other as you lie between her thick thighs. She can't help but to slide her hands right under your breasts and grip them just to tease you.
It pulls a long moan out of you, leaning your head against her shoulder as she massages the tender blobs. Every few seconds she swipes her thumb over you nipple, aiming to get them nice and hard to her own liking. (Which she succeeds in.)
"Mm, she likes that." you feel mirae's breath on your ear, and you nod though she's speaking to jungkook and not you.
Your eyes flutter open and closed, realizing how much you enjoy being teased and played with ever so gently. Everytime your eyes open you can see jungkook massaging the length of him, his tip touching his happy trail from how hard he is.
He needed to be inside of you, immediately.
So he gets straight to it, leaning down to pull your hips to the very edge of the couch. Mirae understands what he's trying to do, and traces little shapes on the undersides of your thighs before pulling them up and out of his way.
"Needy?" he asks.
His voice makes you wanna cum all over him, and he hasn't even placed a finger on your cunt yet. You nod frantically, letting him know you want everything he has to give you.
Your cunts like a pretty piece of art, on display for both of their eyes to see. Mirae removes a hand from your thigh just to dip her fingers down there and get a feel for how wet you are.
She moans when she feels your slick stick to her fingers. "Pussy soaked isn't it?" she questions you in a teasing voice, bringing the wet hand back up to grip your thigh.
"Want me to eat you out? Huh?" jungkook asks, slapping his pre cum cover tipped on your swollen clit. "Please.." you beg, hips thrusting up everytime he pushes his tip against your clit.
He chuckles at your greediness, continuing to slide his length up and down your entire cunt. He and mirae both bite their lips, obsessed with the way your wetness begins to cover his dick- soaking it more everytime he slides against you.
"Looks like she's ready to fuck already." mirae declares, grabbing your chin with her thumb and index finger to get you to look up at her smirking face. "That what you want? Want him to fuck you?" she says, and you appease her by giving multiple quiet yes's.
She nods to jungkook as a gesture, letting go of your chin to hold your thighs again. Her right grip ensures your not going anywhere (not that you wanted to in the first place.)
That first little thrust inside gives you the confirmation this is exactly where you need to be, letting out a mewl at the pressure. Jungkook moves his tattooed hand to press against your lower belly, licking his lip at your reaction.
"Your squeezing the fuck out of me.. loosen up pretty." he was being so dirty, but somehow his words comforted you enough to make you stop gripping the living shit out of him.
He doesn't bother to give you a break, pushing the entirety of him inside of you with one go. He refused to waste any time, wanting your pussy wrapped around him as soon as possible.
"Feels so good.." you finally gather the courage to say a few words, and hearing you makes mirae smile. Her eyes are focused on the way your cunt swallows his length, proud of the way your taking it like a champ.
She can't resist and brings her hands to your breasts again, playing with your already sore nipples. The pressure of her fingers makes you squirm, but jungkooks quick to press his body closer to yours to make it harder for you to move.
He grinds his hips into you ever so passionately, not to rough- but it damn sure wasn't soft. You can hear the smack of his hips against yours very clearly over all the moaning going on, and it turns you on even more.
"Should've fucked you like this a long time ago." he mumbles, thrusting into you even harder. Your juices are leaking all over him, down your thighs and all over his cock.
Mirae takes the chance to sneak her hand between both of your bodies and down to your tender clit, massaging the bundle of nerves with just her pointer and middle finger.
"Fuck! Too much-" you whine, the feeling of jungkook inside you and mirae touching you like that was all overwhelming. Your whole body was tingling, even more in the lower region.
"You can take it, your so fucking pretty-" mirae's gentle voice coos near your ear, encouraging you to take it until the very end. Just until jungkook reaches his orgasms and cums deep inside of you.
Your breasts bounced up and down each time he pushes into you, free to move wherever they wanted without the confines of your bra.
Jungkook loves that shit, leaning down to take one of your nipples into his wet mouth. He groans around the bud, still thrusting into you as he swirls his tongue around the nipple before finally popping it out of his mouth.
"Gonna nut in you- give you my babies." he speaks mindlessly, not realizing what he's saying. Regardless he would, be cumming inside of you today- nothing would stop him from it.
And so he does, letting out a deep sigh as ropes of cum paint your walls. You reach your orgasm at the same time, and mirae even has to grab your wrists so you'll stop pushing jungkooks hips away from yours.
She wanted you to feel every ounce of pleasure.
When you finally calm down, jungkook pulls out of you and heads off to the bathroom to grab a towel.
Mirae gives you soft praise, sweeping your hair out of your face as you breathe heavily. You didn't put much thought into the fact these were your best friends that you just did this with, and you honestly didn't want to.
You enjoyed it, and so did they- that's all that mattered.
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A week passed, and you were utterly surprised that nothing had changed between your friend group. You all still talked every day, and even grew closer after the "situation."
Jungkook was at your place today matter of fact. He'd promised you days ago that he'd help you learn to cook his special pasta- & though he was a few days late, he kept his promise.
"This smells so good.." you say, taking a big inhale. Jungkok chuckles, stirring the alfredo sauce as he pours in a bit more cheese.
"Its almost done, patience." you nod, sitting down in the chair closest to the stove. He was so attractive while cooking, and you couldnt help but to stare at him as he moved around the kitchen.
This cooking lesson quickly turned from a lesson to a observation, but jungkook was okay with that. He was well aware that seeing that familiar smile on your face when eating his food was worth it even if he had to cook alone.
He rubs at his eyes as he switches the stove off, finally noticing your eyes on him when he turns to face you.
"What's wrong?" he asks, cocking his head as he walks up to your figure. The chair is tall enough for him to stand right between your thighs, face to face with you just how he liked it.
"Nothing, i just like looking at you." he grins at your corniness, your words making him feel all warm and happy inside.
He slides his cold hands up your thighs, a nice contrast to the warm air of the kitchen. "I want something." you whisper.
What a fucking tease, he thinks.
He was right obviously, you were being a tease. You added a little tinge of flirtiness to your voice in hopes that he'd get the hint. "Nope, No No No- the foods almost done."
Jungkook mentions, hurrying away from you in a fit of laughter before you can convince him to do anything. His reaction causes you to pout, hopping off of the chair and moving closer to him again.
"I didn't even do anything!" you protest, though you knew damn well what you wanted.
"I know what you want, your not getting it." he declares.
We'll see about that.
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Your empty plate sits to the side now as jungkook goes to work between your legs. His face is buried as far as possible into your cunt, nose nudging against your clit with every lick.
"Yes- just like that!" your voice is so needy, and it encourages him to press his tongue even farther into your hole. You prop a foot up onto the chair to give him more access, hand tangled in his fluffy hair to keep his head down there.
He looks up at your pleasured face for just a moment, pressing a gentle kiss against your belly and thigh before licking your folds again.
"Drippin' everywhere." he mutters, obsessed with the way your liquids leak down your thigh and cover his lips. You giggle at his commentary, butterflies growing in your tummy at his little dirty talk.
"Cmon, keep moaning for me- wanna hear it." he mumbles, and you can feel his lips on your pussy every time he utters w word. You like that though, obliging him and letting out quiet whimpers.
They weren't at all fake though, everything was a sincere reaction from the way he was eating your pussy like no tomorrow.
"I'm gonna cum!" right when you say that you feel his two slender fingers pushing into you- finger fucking you with no sign of stopping until you release.
"Cum on my fingers baby.. do it-" he's breathless from how he's had his face pressed between your thighs for the past ten minutes, eating you out as if his life depended on it.
He grunts when your cunt spasms around his fingers, cum leaking onto the chair as your orgasm washes over you. Your hips buck continuously, plastering a pleased smirk over jungkooks face.
"Come fuck me.." you say, still wishing for more even after you just came. You didn't care, you wanted him inside of you now- not later.
He nods, sitting up and quickly whipping his length out of sweats. You definitely notice that he's still soft, and even wonder if it was because of you.
Did eating you out not turn him on? You didn't know.
You watch quietly as he jerks himself off, trying to get himself hard on his own. Unfortunately it doesn't work, so you move to take his dick into your own hands.
You spend at least five minutes stroking him, and let out a disappointed sigh when he pulls your hands away from his dick. When he tucks himself back into his boxers, you take a hint and move away to slip your shirt back over your head.
"Y/n.." his voice trails off, and his face is more unreadable than ever. You shake your head, not wanting to get your feelings hurt by whatever he had to say.
You were sensitive, you could admit that. You'd rather go without an explanation than have him tell you to your face that you weren't turning him on.
(Though the way he was eating you out said different)
"It's just.. this doesn't feel right without mirae." he mutters, and your not sure what to say about that. Mirae happened to have work today, so she politely declined when you asked her to come over today as well.
Regardless neither of you were dating her, so why couldn't you do this without her? Yes, you all had a threesome- but you didn't think it was that serious.
"We're not dating.." you say with a little laugh, hoping to ease the awkwardness. To your demise, it only grows more awkward after you say that- jungkooks body language is a clear sign of how tense he felt.
"I think we should all have a talk." he says, sticking his hands into his pockets as he stares at you.
Well, you didn't know what that meant- but you sure didn't like the sound of it at all.
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TWO HOURS LATER:
Mirae had agreed to come over after work after jungkook texted her, and after a long two hours she was finally here. Both of them sit on the couch across from you, hands crossed as they sit there without a word.
Obviously you had to be the first one to speak, whatever.
"So?" you say, raising your eyebrows as you wait for them to say something. Clearly they had something to confess, and it didn't seem like anything good by the way jungkook sounded earlier.
"Uh-" mirae stops as soon as she starts- looking at jungkook for some sort of confirmation. It was annoying quite frankly- why couldn't they spit it out?
Jungkook shakes his head when he notices how you roll your eyes, and finally decides to speak up. "Me and mirae are dating, y/n."
What the fuck? That's the only think you can think, your jaw dropped almost to the floor. For one, you felt like shit because he was just giving you head earlier. And two, you felt stupid and betrayed for not knowing.
"Why didn't you tell me..?" you question, looking between both of them with a disappointed glare. They both let out a sigh at the same exact time, the coincidence would've made you laugh if your weren't so upset at the situation.
You weren't jealous, just angry. Angry that they hadn't told you this before.
"We...how do i say this.." mirae mumbles, twiddling her fingers as she try's her best to figure out how to word what she's trying to say.
"Spit it the fuck out." you say, finally cursing out of pure frustration. Usually, you weren't the kind of person to get angry and curse anyone out- but the way they were acting was forcing you to act that way.
Finally, jungkook says it.
"Fuck we want you in the relationship- We've been wanting it for a while now." the confession makes your heart drop to your ass. How were you supposed to feel about that?
How did they expect you to feel? Happy? No way.
"Since when?" is all you say, and they're silent for a moment before giving you a answer. "January, of last year." mirae replies.
Fuck that, it's september now. They've had over a year to tell you this bullshit.
Last weeks situation flashes through your mind. "So, last week. Was that a coincidence?" There's a defeaning silence, both of them quiet as they stare at the ground. Too pussy to look you in the face after an entire year of hiding this from you.
"We planned it." he finally admits, and you want to cry on the spot. You knew it was weird how mirae was so quick to join in, but you were just too in the moment to even question it.
You felt like a stupid pawn for their enjoyment, why couldn't they have just told you? Maybe they could've got a better reaction from you but this? This was no way to handle it.
"So you knew.. as soon as you got to my house what was going happen?" you ask, wanting to be sure that you heard this all right.
Your heart just sinks a little more when they both nod.
You begin to think about exactly what happened that day. The way mirae challenged jungkook to kiss you, the movie choice, the way she got behind you so quickly.
They'd planned it all.
"Can you go?" you say, trying to blink back the tears building in your eyes. Maybe you were being dramatic, or maybe not- but you just felt more betrayed than ever.
"Y/n.." mirae says, her voice trailing off. You can tell she's saddened, but she had no right to be. Not after what they did.
"Just get out of my house." you say, and though they don't want to- they respect your wishes. It doesn't take them long to gather their things and leave, the door slamming behind them.
As soon as they're gone you break down into tears, not wanting to believe what they'd just told you.
You knew you'd have to have a real conversation with them about this later on, but today- they weren't getting that out of you.
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abby remembers the second the light in your eyes left. it was like yesterday. she remembers the night you showed up at her house, completely drenched, from head to toe in the rain, looking at her with the tears streaming down your face. even covered in rain, she could tell just how much you had been crying. she remembers how your hands shook as she helped you undress for a warm shower, and how you could barely hold the washcloth because of how cold your body felt. at first, she wasnât sure why. why you cried your heart out the second she let you inside, how you clung to her body like she would disappear if she didnât hold you tight enough. every piece of her broke each time you would grip her shirt in your fist, knuckles turning white, whenever she tried to pull you away just to get you in the shower, to warm you up, but you never budged. you didnât want to let her go. ever.Â
she was quick, like she always is when it came to you, when you slumped onto the shower floor and held your knees against your chest, sniffling and whimpering into your arms. she didnât care about her dry clothes getting wet, all she cared about was you and making sure you were okay. the stream of water covers her as she wraps her arms around your body and pulls you into her chest, whispering and reassuring you that you were okay. it wasnât until you opened your mouth and uttered a soft, âwe argued about youâ that her body tensed, and her eyebrows furrowed at your words.Â
âme? why me?â
âwhy not? youâre perfectâ you laughed, but it wasnât your usual laugh she adored hearing, was used to hearing. it sounded so broken that all she could do was hold you tighter. âmânot sure, i think it makes her angry that i always come to you when mâsad, or when something is getting too much for me to handle and i never go to her. mâscared that i only trust you, and i canât trust anyone else with my emotions,â you sucked in a deep breath and sniffled. âmâscared of my feelings, the ones i thought i had for her, the ones i have had for you for years and i hate that i keep putting all of this on youâ you rambled, not fully understanding you had just admitted one of your confessions to your best friend.
abby was momentarily happy for this moment of confession because sheâs been in love with you from the start, but she was also terrified. scared because right now you were too heartbroken and too hurt for her to drop the i love you bomb right onto you. âmâhere for you, no matter what the problem is, you know thatâ she mumbled against your head. âyou can bring your things to me, and i will try my best to help you through them, like iâve always promised you.â even if it killed her to hold back her own feelings towards you.
âsânot fair on youâ you couldnât help but huff and roll your eyes at her. âmâalways doing it. it just ruins everythingâ
âyou need to stop thinking you know whatâs not fair on me, and what is. thatâs my decision, i wonât let you make that for me. mâhere for you, no matter what is going on in your life, and in your pretty head, okay?â abby rubbed your back and placed a tender kiss on your temple when you nodded wordlessly. ânow, how about we get out of the shower, iâll find you something to wear, watch one of those shitty movies you love so much and eat ice cream?â
âiâd like that.âÂ
abby was gentle and patient, like she always is, when she helped you dry off after she managed to get you from the bathroom to her bedroom, clothes already on the bed waiting as you fumbled with your fingers nervously. none of you had to say anything, her actions of getting you comfortable and warm were enough to express how much she cares about you.
she doesnât rush you to get changed into something warmer, drier even, nor does she rush you to get comfortable in her bed as she makes her way into the kitchen just to find the ice cream you both always used to eat if you had a shitty day. thankfully though, by the time she makes it back to her bedroom, her pride and joy, her safe place, she finds you snuggled up under the blankets and already scrolling through endless movies that you arenât sure if you really want to watch.Â
âdid you pick one?â abby mumbled, placing her bowl of ice cream on her nightstand while passing you the other and chuckling under her breath at your soft gasp from the coldness of the fine china. âcareful, itâs coldâ
âfunny,â you grumbled playfully and snuggled more into her bed. oblivious to her soft eyes watching you. âbut thank you, and no, i havenât picked one. they all look boring.â
abby doesnât reply, just makes herself comfortable on the other side of you on her bed, your body on instinct snuggled more up to her side and slumped your head on her shoulder as you scooped up ice cream and shoved it in your mouth with subtle sniffles. âyou feel better?â she couldnât help but ask into your hair.Â
âa little, thank you for being hereâ you sighed and rubbed your eyes with your free hand. âsânot what someoneâs night should be like, always having to fix me and put me back together again, but thank you.â
pressing her lips to your temple, abby doesnât feel the way you sag more into her body, nor does she feel the heat rising in your cheeks at such a simple action. sheâs forgotten all about her ice cream, as you eat yours and keep your eyes locked on the tv, still undecided on which move youâre going to watch. âhey,â abby whispered.Â
âhm?â
âi love you,â the meaning to abby was deeper than youâd ever know, but she wasnât going to place something else on you while you were already dealing with a broken heart. so instead, she wraps her arm around your waist and kisses your head again. her thumb brushing against the skin on your hip that had you sinking more and more into her with each touch. âwhich means mâalways going to be here for you. during the good and bad. i will do my best to help and guide you through the bad days, but there for you, supporting you through the good ones too. i just want you to be happy, and i will make sure i can help you get there. always. i love you.â
because loving you is the easiest thing sheâll ever have to do.
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