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tbaluver · 4 months ago

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whispers of reunion- zayne x fem! reader

pairings: zayne x fem! reader wc. 1.4k summary: after being pulled apart with hectic schedules, tonight is the moment you both finally have time together. warnings/ tags: MDNI, male recieving handjob, slight fingering, p in v a/n: this is based/ inspo on silent poem bc i def thought she was giving him a handjob in his secret times („°0°„) i apologize if this doesn't make sense i didd this around 4 am in the morning but i hope you enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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“don’t rush. it’s spilling out.”

it was already too late. you down the cup of cold water, stray drops escaping down your chin and down to your pajama shorts. a soft groan slipped past your lips as you felt the wetness and cloth sticking against your skin.

“all right. i’ll help you clean up.” zayne leans closer to you, his fingers tracing over the line of your jaw. both your hearts flutter as he closes the gap between your mouths, his lips making a delicious little sound as he pulls away. his warm breath fanning over your skin as he presses soft kisses down to your chin, tugging the hem of your shorts.

“is this what you wanted?” he lets out a surprised groan, exhaling sharply when your hand moves down to palm him through his sweatpants.

“i knew it,” he whispered breathlessly, brushing his lips back to yours. he knew your little act of a ‘massage’ was just to tease him. “you want to do this,” he murmurs, right into your lips. “to me again.” breathing heavily, your lips return back together. his lips were warm and soft, his tongue pressing between parted lips, slipping past your lower lip. the sudden sound in your throat sends blood rushing down to his lower region.

“are you trying to take advantage of the situation zayne?” breathlessly you pull away from the kiss.

he leans back in, already missing the seconds without your touch. “what do you mean,” he murmurs, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours before capturing your lips again. “i’m taking advantage,” he breathes, pausing briefly before his lips find yours once more. “of the situation?” he whispers, his breath fanning against your lips before kissing you again.

“aren’t you we just..helping each other relax?” he breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling. obediently he raises his hips up to help you remove his sweatpants and boxers, the one you’ve been toying with the entire time. his cock springing free, already leaking and twitching once you palm it.

you can feel the arousal flooding your panties as you watch him buck his hips towards your hands involuntarily. you dribble spit on your palm, a natural lubricant to help pump him.he huffs out a breath as your hands work on his hard and wet cock. you watch as zayne opens his mouth slightly, soft groans escaping his lips.

however zayne always forgets that he can finish first as well, always prioritizing you first ever since. with a shaky breath, he palms your clothed cunt, making you gasp in surprise. “does this also need to relax?” he murmurs, brushing along the wet pool that leaked through the thin material of your panties.

his fingers teasingly brush along your skin as his large hand dips beneath the waistband of your panties, slowly tracing his finger along your slit. you hiss as he drew lazy circles around your clit. “y-yes..but w-wanna help-!” you managed to croak out, scrunching your eyes closed.

“of course. i understand you only want me to feel less fatigued,” his chest heaves and his eyes squeezing shut as you continue to fasten your pace on his length. “different muscle groups..c-call for specific massage techniques..sometimes being skillful is what really makes a difference.” truly only your boyfriend would lecture you while you jerk him off.

with a sharp inhale, zayne crashes his lips against yours, your lips were as intoxicating as ever. he pulls away, both of you gasping for air. “perhaps..you could add a little more pressure?” he presses his forehead against the top of your head as he sucks in a breath.

you tighten your grip on his cock, his eyes fluttering back closed as his mouth opens slightly. his hands gripped your shirt for refuge as you fist his cock sinfully. zayne was unbelievably sensitive right now, his ears bright red and his face flushed out. it truly has been so long since you’ve touched each other and he wants to savor every bit of it.

seeing how his head was thrown back you knew he was close. he jerks a couple more times into your grip, his breathing laboring as he releases all over himself, his cum flowing over your hands. his eyes heavily lidded when he catches your gaze on him. his breath hitching as you dragged your tongue on your fingers, making sure every drop of his cum isn’t wasted.

“i wonder..how long were you planning to pull this stunt on me?” his voice soft yet teasing as he gently pushes you down. he climbs on top of you, your back sinking into the plush of the mattress beneath you.

“i missed you zayne,” you sigh, your fingers brushing lightly over his check, making him lean and nuzzle softly into it.

“mhmph..yes of course. i missed you too.” his gaze never leaving yours, his breath warm against your skin.

“how much?” you whisper, curiosity piquing you.

“how much?” he repeats, quirking a brow. his large hands gently cupping your face as he closes the distance between you once more. articles of clothing urgently peeled off as he slots himself back in between your legs, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. “let me show you..how much i’ve missed you when we couldn’t see each other.” he moves his tongue along your bottom lip slowly, slipping his tongue into your mouth, intertwining with it.

you bite your lip, suppressing your whine when he pulls away, your cunt desperately aching for his cock to split you open. “let me hear your voice.” your breath hitches, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he slowly slips it in. it’s been too long since you last seen each other, too long since you’ve been together like this. every touch felt like it was desperately making up for the time apart from you two.

you're tight. he groans softly, easing himself further so you have a chance to accommodate to the thickness of his girth. “z-zayne..” slowly, he lets you get used to the tempo he sets out. consuming throbs of pleasure pulse through your body, each stroke getting you closer and closer.

“yes, that’s good. just like that. say my name.” his lips twitching into a smirk as his hands hook beneath your knees to lift your legs up higher, allowing him to go further deeper. the bounce of your tits are hypnotizing as he pounds into you. your moans go higher, louder mixed with incoherent sounds, your nails digging into the thick flesh of his back.

his nose buries in the nape of your neck, heavy balls slap against you. sinful wet squelch of his cock diving deep into your weeping cunt mixed with you moaning his name was music to his ears. zayne trails urgent hot kisses along your neck to your shoulder, licking your pulse point before lifting his head to capture your mouth into a heated kiss.

he knew you too well when you clench down on his cock that you were coming close to your finish. licking the pad of his thumb, he presses it to your clit, stimulating the swollen bud. your back arches beautifully and legs quiver, waves of euphoria that cause your body to jolt and cunt to contract in pulses. his name leaving your mouth in broken chants.

your walls flutter around him as he continues to pump in and out of your cunt. he feels it, waves of pleasure washing through him, his cum painting your gummy walls white. you’re both a breathless, sweaty mess, struggling to catch your breath as you steady yourselves.

“are you alright?” he murmurs softly and all you could do is nod, still breathless. he knows you must be exhausted, especially after waking you up. zayne brushes his hand over your face, his fingers tracing your cheek gently. “can you use your words for me, my love?” he whispers, needing more than just a nod.

after a few moments of trying to steady yourselves, you managed a weak, “i’m okay,” while offering a tired smile. he exhales in relief, his own smile curling at the corners of his lips as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then to your lips. “i love you,” he murmurs softly against your lips, “you did so well, so perfect.”

you both stay like that for a while, not wanting to pull out just, knowing that in just a few hours he’ll leave for work. you both hold onto each other, savoring the warmth and time together in this quiet embrace.

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thegreatwicked · 1 year ago

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leighsartworks216 · 4 months ago

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Your Majesty

Zayne x fem!Reader x Sylus

I got this idea outta nowhere but thank fucking god I did. There was gonna be more build up but nahhhh

@comatosebunny09 IT'S HERE BABEYY

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: pwp, smut, polyamory, threesome, royalty AU, kissing, cuddling, cum swallowing, blow jobs, face sitting, hair pulling, anal sex, fingering, oral, 69, light dom/sub, sweat, banter, teasing, biting

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Zayne was never very vocal insofar as moaning, but with every slap of Sylus's hips against his ass, breathy whimpers rose from his throat. Gasps of air, choked up and shaking with pleasure. He reaches back and holds onto your arms, trying not to hold on too tightly for fear of hurting you. You brush his hair back from his face, caressing his flushed cheeks. He's so beautiful like this, glistening with sweat and eyes glazed over as he watches his stiff cock bounce against his stomach in tandem with Sylus's movements.

"You sound so beautiful, my love," you coo sweet praise by his ear. He's putty in your hands, a little doll for you and your other consort to play with. So easily do you tilt his head back, until his Adam's apple cranes toward the ceiling and his eyes hazily focus on you. "So pretty..."

You swallow his gasp while you thumb circles around a pert nipple, pinching it between your fingers. His back arches away from the plush of your bed, seeking more. Sylus strokes along his side, petting up along his ribs. "And he's being such a good boy tonight. Don't you agree, Your Highness?"

You hum, pulling away from Zayne's mouth. Saliva glistens in a silver strand, coats his lips, tastes as sweet as the grapes he ate earlier. "He is," you agree. You push your thumb into his mouth. He sucks on it greedily, lapping at the pad of it like a dog. You pull it out with a wet pop, and rub the slick over the pretty pink bud once more, rolling it under your thumb as you finally draw a breathy moan from his throat. "What do you want for being such a good boy?"

"Taste..." he pants. His whole body shudders as he rolls his hips to meet one of Sylus's thrusts, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Taste you, my lady... Please, I beg, let me taste you..."

With a small gesture, Sylus slows considerably. His large cock drags slowly out of Zayne's needy hole, until only the tip remains inside, before just as slowly pushing it back in. It's torture. Slow, beautiful torture. Zayne's chest heaves with pleading pants, stomach coated in the sticky precum leaking from his flushed head.

"Is that really what you want, darling?"

He nods, a tear or two finally breaking free as he aches for Sylus to ravage him again like before. Yearns to feel so close to cumming just from being fucked and cradled alone, without either of his lovers giving attention to his weeping cock.

You brush the tears away and kiss him chastely on his lips. "As you wish, my love."

He releases your arms. As you slide out from under his head, Sylus cradles Zayne's neck and leans over the man to kiss him deeply. The slick precum clings to Sylus's own stomach where it touches him. His tongue pushes deep into his partner's mouth, swallowing every sound he makes as he rolls his hips in gentle thrusts. Sylus's grunts and groans mix with Zayne's breathy sounds; both only serve to add to your desire.

You tangle your fingers in white hair and tug. It hurts, sure, but your consort has always enjoyed the pain, especially when you use it to command him in the bedroom. He starts to straighten back up, but you don't let him. Halfway up, he has to rest his hand on Zayne's chest to support himself as you kiss him roughly.

Zayne watches in a daze. The way your throats bob and tongues meet before each kiss, teeth bite at lips and pull. The furrow in Sylus's brow as he tries leaning more into you despite the pull on his hair. It's addicting. There is always something so arousing when he gets the opportunity to watch his partners enjoy each other. Something that challenges the natural possessiveness he keeps locked away, tamed only by the fact that he is a partner to you both. How could he be jealous of his own partners when he himself is just as loved and doted on by either of you?

When you finally release Sylus, his face is flushed and a smirk dances on his lips. He straightens out, returning his hold to Zayne's hip and spread legs, as you position yourself to straddle over his face. You smell divine. Saccharine and sinful. His hands grab your hips and sit you onto his awaiting mouth before you can do it yourself.

You moan at the sudden wet heat licking you. The unholy sounds of slurping as he drinks every drop of slick from your pussy. Sylus even groans at the delicious noises. "Ah- I thought this was a good boy?" You grind your cunt down onto his face. He laps at your swollen clit as his nose swipes against your dripping hole. You rest your hands on his abs for support. "Yet he takes more than his master is willing to give him."

"You blame a dog for lunging for the bone held before him?" Sylus teases. Sweat beads at his forehead, creates trails down his chest. The effort it takes not to speed up once more and take his fill is evident in the way he grips the pale flesh of your lover, digging fingertips in so harsh they will leave bruises later. "The poor pet only wanted his treat."

You huff, playing annoyed, but you can't fight your grin or your arousal any longer. "Then let's treat him, shall we?" You give Sylus a nod. Immediately, he draws back and rams forward into Zayne, so harshly his whole body shifts against the bed. His pace doesn't relent. The gleam of lubricating oil decorates his veiny cock as it pistons in and out of his tight hole. Zayne is caught between a whine and a moan as he doubles down in his efforts to taste and please you.

Sylus hooks Zayne's leg over his shoulder to reach deeper than before. Hand now free from holding said leg, he grabs your jaw and draws you into another kiss.

It's always a fight for dominance against him. You may be the Royal Highness, you may sit upon your throne, he may just be a consort - but that all means nothing in here. You fight for your own right to rule the bedroom.

He bites your lip harshly, nearly breaking the soft skin, before sucking it between his lips. You suck his upper lip into your mouth, biting just as harshly on his cupid's bow. Angling his head, he kisses you deeply, delving his tongue into your mouth, eager to claim his dominance over you tonight.

Maybe you put up a good fight, or maybe you choose to let him win. Regardless, the outcome is the same. He draws from you, hand roughly holding the back of your neck to push your face down, until you are face to face with Zayne's needy cock.

"Return the favor to our beloved," he commands in a growl. "Lick him."

Zayne can feel your cunt clench around his tongue from his order. Your hands support yourself on his thigh and hip as you obey. You lick a long stripe from the base of his dick to the head, sucking lightly at his dripping slit and prodding it with the tip of tour tongue.

"Good, Your Highness. How much can you take of him tonight, I wonder?"

His hand releases your neck to grip your hair. You have just enough time to open your mouth wide and relax your throat before you're shoved down onto his cock. It twitches against the back of your throat, blocks your airway, nearly makes you gag with the sudden intrusion.

Zayne pulls your pussy closer to his mouth as he jerks his hips upward. This time you do gag, tears springing to your eyes. Sylus lifts you up, giving you a second to breathe as he addresses Zayne. "You won't last long now, will you, pretty boy?"

He answers in the way his fingers curl against your lower back, clutch at your ass cheek. Sylus chuckles breathlessly at the sight.

"Good boy. You want me to fill you?"

This time, he whimpers pitifully. His hips jerk again.

"You want to fill her pretty mouth?"

His cock twitches against your tongue as you lightly suck around him. He whines something that almost sounds like, "Please."

"I think you've earned it."

Sylus guides your head. You bob on Zayne's dick, slower than his own thrusts, reduced to a mere toy to be commanded and controlled at his will. Zayne frees one hand to press his fingers inside your sweet pussy, so soaked he doesn't have to wait to use multiple fingers. He thrusts them into you desperately, curling them into your g-spot perfectly as he does so, but his mouth on your clit fights to keep a slower pace. The difference works to draw you quickly toward your release.

Sylus adores this. Adores watching his partners pleasure each other under his watchful eye. The drool that drips down your chin as he guides you up and down Zayne's shaft and the way you rock your hips against his face. Zayne's interspersed breaths when he can no longer go without air and his hips constantly trying to meet his thrusts and your mouth. The wet sounds of it all. The way he can watch his cock disappear into his lover, over and over, feel him clench around him as he gets closer and closer to finally reaching his orgasm. It's maddening. It's addicting. He wishes he could stay here forever.

But forever doesn't last. And it's eternally better that it doesn't.

How else would he feel Zayne clench so tightly around him as his cock twitches and shoots hot strands of his cum down your throat? How else would he hear your muffled moans and see your arching back as Zayne works you through your orgasm, fingering and sucking you until you're squirming? How else would he fuck into Zayne until his abs clench, his hips stutter, and he's buried himself as far as he can go to fill him with cum as deep as possible?

How else would he enjoy releasing you from his hold and watching the last, unswallowed bit of cum drip down onto Zayne's softening cock and messy stomach? How else would he help you roll onto the bed beside your partner to reveal Zayne's glistening chin and heaving chest? How else would he be able to slide out of his lover with a quiet hiss and watch his cum drip out of him and to the floor?

He gently lowers Zayne's leg from his shoulder and massages the tense muscles there. Zayne hums breathily to express his appreciation, still coming down from his high. You tiredly reach out for him, grabbing his arm to try pulling him down to join you. He chuckles, but does as you wish. Sweaty and messy and exhausted, and much too warm to cuddle, you all seek out each other regardless, until you're in a heap of heavy breathing and bodily fluids.

A knock sounds at the door. "Your Majesty? Lord Eldwin is requesting your presence! He wishes to discuss the-"

"Tell him kindly to choose a better time to discuss such matters!" you call back, not bothering to hide your aggravation. Your voice is slightly hoarse. She doesn't seem to notice.

"He insists, my lady! He refuses to leave until you meet with him!"

You sigh. You're in no shape to be meeting with this pompous idiot, mentally or physically.

Sylus chuckles lowly, too quietly for the handmaid to hear. "If he won't leave until you see him, then you can take as long as you want getting ready, hm?"

Zayne turns to face you, wrapping his arms around your body and pressing his face to your neck. "It would be rude to leave a lord waiting."

"It is rude to demand the time of royalty," Sylus counters, smirking. "Especially when she's so occupied with much more interesting men than Lord Eldwin."

The maid knocks again. "Your Highness?"

You huff. "I'll see him as soon as I am ready."

"Would you like any assistance, my lady?"

Before you can answer, Zayne does for you. "Ready a large bath for Her Majesty."

The maid squeaks. It's no secret you have two lovers, but she certainly did not expect to hear a man's voice reply. "Y-Yes! Of course! Right away!" She scampers off, leaving you all behind to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"How long should we make him wait?" Sylus asks.

You hum, relaxing further against your lovers. "How long do you think it would take before he gives up?"

Zayne gives you a mildly disapproving stare, but it's immediately undermined when he says, "It will take ages to wash you, Your Majesty. We must be thorough." He peppers light kisses against your shoulder with a slight grin.

"And you must decide what to wear for such an occasion." Sylus sighs with faux melancholy as he sits up in order to lay across you both. His weight combined with the mess you've all made is slightly uncomfortable, but no less welcome.

"Not to mention Her Highness will need to rest after so much strenuous activity."

"So..." you trail off. "Tomorrow, then?"

Sylus chuckles. Zayne turns his head to kiss the man's shoulder. "We'll see."

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izzyy-stuff · 20 days ago

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 - 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 teaser

IN WHICH after looking for an apartment for months you finally find a nice place, but it's too big and expensive for you to live alone in it, so you ask your two best friends, hoping they could help you out.

pairing– Choi Soobin x fem!reader

genre– Fluff, Smut

contains– jealous!soobin, childhood friends to lovers, best friends to lovers, roommates au, streamer!soobin, uni romance, he falls first and harder, inexperienced!Soobin, and more

established wc– Like 20k maybe idek

established publish date– mid May

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There is a smile on your face as you hold up the paper proudly, beaming like the ray of sunshine he knows you as. “I told you you’d do great,” Soobin smiles back, his eyes scanning the A- written in red on top of the paper. “It’s only thanks to you! God, I could kiss you right now!” You exclaim, almost tearing the test in half from excitement.

Please do. His eyes soften but he doesn’t say anything, biting back the words that hang on the tip of his tongue. He can’t. No matter how much his heart wants to, he knows better than to be reckless and admit his feelings in the middle of the school hallways just because you said something you don’t even mean.

“Let’s go. We’re going to be late for our next class,” he says instead, averting his eyes from you for the first time that day.

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↪ izzy adds... okay, time to bring back this big boy. God, this idea has been in my drafts for like 2 years and I'm so excited to finally write it and edit everything I've made for it those years back loll

if you wish to be tagged in the story, feel free to leave an ask here or in my inbox! The permanent taglist still applies for this though!

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thematthewmmurdock · 7 months ago

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dog tags [l.h]

Pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader Word Count: 800 words Warnings: Smut (18+). Unprotected Sex. Little dialogue. A/N: Here's a little drabble I've been thinking about since I saw Deadpool & Wolverine. It's my first attempt at writing in like a whole year. Please go easy on me. Dedicated to @eupheme for inspiring me to write again.

You love these moments, so few and far between. When the world melts away, and it’s just you and Logan. Sharing space. Sharing love.

That gentle, sinful dance. The slick slide of skin. Dewey breaths and twin moans. The quiet squeak of the bed frame, keeping time with Logan’s deep thrusts.

He’s wrapped himself completely around you, pressing his entire weight onto your body. It’s like he’s trying to burrow his way into you. Leave the imprint of himself upon your very soul. You’re trapped between the soft mattress and his solid body, completely vulnerable to him. As he is to you. Baring his soul before you. Letting you take what you want as he willingly offers you everything he has.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Logan groans into your ear. His teeth brush the shell, sending shivers down your spine.

You thread your fingers in the damp hair at the nape of his neck. Tugging those strands when he thrusts deeper, finding that mind-numbing spot. “Feel so good, baby.”

He shudders at the praise. Shoulders tightening in determination. To make you feel good. To unravel you.

Logan’s nose bumps yours clumsily as he presses a sloppy kiss to your lips. Filthy and sweet. His tongue slides into your open mouth, greedily tasting the saccharine moans that leave your throat. He fills you with his own pleasured noises. Deep and tangy. Bourbon and honey. Aged to perfection for a special occasion as this.

Your hands slide the length of his broad shoulders, tangling in the metal chain that dangles from his neck. You pull him impossibly closer, fusing your bodies. He surges over you like a wave, pulling you deeper and deeper into the riptide of your pleasure.

Logan hitches your leg around his hips and swallows your cry of his name. When your head tips back, overwhelmed by the heady sensation building within you, he watches. Watches the slack of your jaw, your kiss-swollen lips forming the letters of silent pleas. Watches the furrow of your brow, that flash of desperation in your eyes.

Logan brushes his thumb over the swell of your lips. Your teeth catch the pad of it, tongue swirling out to soothe the sting.

He groans, half-lidded eyes drooping more. The languid rock of his hips jerking for a moment. That knot in his stomach threatening to come loose. But he knows you're close to that edge. Can hear it in those sweet high-pitched moans, feel it in the needy undulations of your hips as you seek release. He won’t come yet, not without you.

Logan draws his thumb from your mouth and fits it into the space where your bodies meet. You gasp at the slick pressure against your clit. The expert circles he presses pushing you further, driving you higher. His free hand grabs yours, pressing your palm into the pillow.

The sweet gesture, the connection adds to the intensity of the feelings swirling around you. For the longest time sex with Logan was primal, desire-based. The only goal was getting to the end, that blissful orgasm. Not that you minded, you had needs to. But lately…well things had changed. Tender touches replaced bruising force. Fiery, biting kisses turned languid. Still intense, just different.

“Gonna make me cum, Logan,” you whisper, eyes still locked on his. “‘M close.”

“I know,” he says.

The thumb on your clit picks up speed and the heat in your belly grows. Logan crowds your space, bending you nearly in half. The movement has his dog tags dangling in your face, bumping against your chin with every forward thrust.

A wicked thought fills your head. The desire fogging your brain. On his next forward push, you suck the tags into your mouth. The effect is two-fold. The cool metal on your tongue tastes of sweat. It keeps your mouth busy and forces Logan to remain close.

You can feel his breath on your face, hear that warped groan, for a split second before he’s kissing you. Cool metal mixing with the uninhibited warmth of desire.

It pushes you over the edge. You come with a choke groan, and Logan’s not far behind you. He kisses your chin, forehead falling against yours as he empties himself inside you.

The afterglow has always been your favorite. Your body limp and floating through the syrupy sensation of pleasure. Senses dialed up to ten as you slowly come down. Logan lies limp on top of you, fighting to regain control of his breathing. He’ll never admit this, but he’s a cuddler. Seeking that warmth, the connection that’s eluded him for so long. Softness he’s never allowed himself to have. Softness he doesn’t think he deserves.

You were the first to offer it to him in such a long time, and he’s long since stopped running from it. Maybe that’s why he keeps coming back. Giving you little pieces of himself each time.

#logan howlett x reader #logan howlett smut #logan howlett #wolverine x reader #the woverine #james logan howlett #rion writes

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peeweekey · 1 year ago

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8:05 | SAM

word count: 3.2k

summary: sam’s ten heart event with a twist.

tags: winter, developing relationships, fluff, swearing, cuddling, hiding from his mother in his bed lol

a/n: this spiralled out of my control and into 3k words… enjoy!

it’s cold.

the fleece coat you’ve bundled yourself in cannot protect goosebumps from forming from the biting chill of the valley’s winter nights. your breaths come out in cloudy puffs of air, the heat slowly draining out of every exhale. it’s dark out, poorly spaced lampposts providing the bare minimum amount of light to navigate.

you got sam’s letter earlier, a clumsily written note that was stuffed haphazardly into your farm’s mailbox—the yellow lined paper he used, all crumpled and ripped.

meet me in front of my house! at 8 pm, i’ll be waiting. there’s something i want to tell you.

the ending sentence is somehow even more sloppily written compared to the ones before it. as if he was debating whether or not to add it in, but ultimately decided for it—it’s funny to imagine him hunched over his desk, stressing over what to write to you.

well, you won’t deny feeling excitement over the possibility of whatever sam has to say. if the subtle skip in your step is anything to go by.

you walk through the silent night of the town, it seems like everything’s frozen in place during the colder times of the year—everyone’s safe at home, toasty under their covers and you’d imagine thoroughly enjoying going to bed at 7 pm.

you do too, sometimes. there’s less to do when the ground is too frozen to plant any crop.

there’s a lot more free time out of the farm during the winter. you’ve really started integrating yourself with the townspeople—helping haley find her bracelet, befriending sam’s prickly coworker shane, and even discovering a shadowperson named Krobus in the town sewers. it really is starting to feel like home.

walking, you cut the corner passing by emily and haley’s house—and there he is.

he looks devastatingly handsome all dressed in winter clothing. his regular denim jacket switched out for a dark woolen coat, his pants are unripped and, surprisingly, not smeared with dirt.

though what you like most about his winter attire is his hair. those wild golden locks are laid flat under a woolen beanie—a stark difference from the spiked updo he usually does (though you like that one too). the tips of his hair are slightly curled upwards, revealing that family trait of curly hair.

you creep closer, just watching him wait for you—the way he folds his arms in an attempt to warm up, and the little shuffle he does on his feet. you laugh softly, he must’ve been waiting a while—just like you have for him.

sam turns at the sound of your laugh, his body unconsciously tilting towards you, like a magnet’s uncontrollable attracting to metal. “you made it,” he breathes, his nose, ears and cheeks pinkened by the cold.

you nod, unable to stop a bashful smile from forming on your lips. “i made it.”

a big grin splits his face, mimicking yours. underneath the lone lamplight he looks jaw-droppingly handsome. you feel yourself become warm just in proximity to him.

“i wanted to talk to you in private,” he says. sam’s buzzing with energy, surveying the dark streets before meeting your gaze with his. “it’s kinda cold out here though… i, um—i can sneak you into my room…”

your heart skips a beat, like you’ve skipped a step on a staircase. “what?” you croak.

your eyes catch onto him wringing his fingers, a nervous habit you can’t help but always notice (not because his hands are nice and interesting to look at, not at all).

“you don’t wanna?”

“no!” you inhale, trying to alleviate the twisting sensation in your gut. “i do wanna, ahem, lead the way.”

sam smiles at you, dimples and all. he leads you towards the tiny bedroom window in front of his house. the window is already open—you assume that’s where he jumped out of to meet you.

he climbs through the window with minimal effort, landing on the flooring with a dull thump!

you raise a brow. “have you done this before?”

sam stretches his hand out to you, waiting. his smile turnt sheepish. “i mean, i think we were all rebellious teenagers once.”

you resist the urge to snort—sam’s nervous, you can tell. he doesn’t have his quips and jokes tonight. and he’s shy, but eager. like a puppy, excited and curious about the world.

“o-kay,” you say, one hand in his hand the other set firmly on the windowsill. “make sure i don’t fall please.”

sam nods, eagerly. the curled ends of his hair shake along with the motion as he does.

how endearing.

you tighten your grip on his hand, hauling yourself through the small window, trying your damn best to not make any sudden noise. which is successful for the most part, only a tiny huff of exertion escapes you.

annoying, yes. but the chill of winter burns through any energy you have faster than other seasons.

your feet connect with the wood of his floor, hand still clasped in his and the chill merely at your back. it’s warm inside, with him.

his room is the same as it’s always been when you’d visit before—shelves, band equipment, posters—but the ambiance is different. a little more charged with tension so thick you could cut through it with a knife.

sam does not bother turning on his light, you don’t mind it all that much. but it takes some effort to avoid tumbling over stray objects that clutter his bedroom floor.

“look, I know I’ve been about nothing but the band for a while now…” he starts. “but I don’t want you to think that’s all i’m interested in.”

you chuckle, clasping your fingers behind your back. “it certainly takes up a big chunk of your interests.”

he pouts, literally pouts. it must be the love bug you caught because you think it’s just plain adorable. “i’m really trying over here!”

“sorry!” you grin, “okay, continue.”

“well, um… shoot, this is kinda hard, huh?” he forces an awkward chuckle. “and nerve-wrecking… but what i’m trying to say is…”

“i’m really happy that we’ve grown this close, and well…” sam looks at you, he’s stupidly red—the color spreading all over his face. “i—i’m just wondering, do you think of me as… just a friend?”

your breath stutters, and you feel yourself blushing before you can do anything to stop it. you stare at him as he does with you. the two of you locking eyes for a second, it feels like it’s just you and him in the world.

you feel your shy admittance at the tip of your tongue. no, you’d say, you’re more than that for me, if you want to be.

sam smiles at you, shy but so, so overwhelmingly bright—it’s blinding. your head is running a mile a minute when you finally get the courage—

“sam!” you hear jodi’s groggy voice from outside the door. your stomach drops with dread. “somebody’s at the door! go and check please?”

you lock eyes once again, this time for entirely different reasons, and with entirely different feelings.

“oh my god, sam,” you whisper hurriedly, panic gripping you. “your mom doesn’t know i’m here—what do we do—”

“hold on—” he replies, with the same sense of urgency as you. “okay, okay—i have a plan, just trust me, ‘kay?”

you think you might break out into a cold sweat. you look at him quizzically, “what?”

sam gives you an apologetic smile with that stupid beautiful face of his, he moves forward, grabbing you by your wrists, and moving you with him—towards his bed.

“sam!” you hiss, alarms are blaring in every corner of your mind as sam all but drags you under the toasty covers of his bed. he lifts the blanket and stations you by the edge, covering you in the blanket—which is now a lumpy mess.

this is his childhood bed you’re in, where his mother and brother are just by the door.

and his mother is calling him.

“i’ll get this over with quick,” he says to you, already heading towards the door of his room. “hang on tight, ‘kay?”

you breathe a sound of agreement, way too jittery to formulate any proper response as you quieten under the covers.

though the sheets do feel nice, and smells overwhelmingly of that specific cologne he uses (stolen from joja inventory, he told you once). you will yourself not to relax and melt into the sheets so fast. instead, you listen for each and every sound that may give hint to whatever the hell is happening.

there’s a commotion that you can hear happening, the door swings open, the hinges creaking along with it—this whole surreal experience feels a little like the confrontation part of a horror movie, the helpless victim hiding and the heavy footfalls of the killer.

though in your case, it’s not one set of footsteps, but two.

“what are you two doing here?”

“you’re the one who called us over, remember?” you can recognize the band’s shut-in pianist’s voice from anywhere. “you were all like, stop skipping practice, seb.”

sam’s voice is oddly pitchy when he responds. “…well, tonight’s no good!”

you hear the other person huff, you strain your ears harder to listen. the huffing person clearly fed up with the strange behavior sam’s putting out right now.

“my mom and vincent are asleep,” he adds hurriedly. “they’d wake up—”

you resist the urge to groan, stifling your mouth under a sweaty palm. jodie was just speaking to him minutes ago, there’s no way they’d buy that. he cannot be a more obvious liar.

thankfully they gloss over the fact. “sam, why are you acting so damn weird?” sebastian asks, straightforward as ever.

“yeah,” the other voice adds. feminine but strong. which you now identify as abigail’s, you hear a pinch of impatience in her voice. “and why are you red? did you sit outside in the snow or something—”

sam chokes, which he tries to conceal as an odd sounding cough. abigail pauses mid-sentence. the shift in the atmosphere is palpable. you screw your eyes shut, hearing the rapid rate of your heartbeat. it’s so loud you’re almost convinced the trio can hear the thumping from your hiding spot under the sheets. this is it, they’re going to discover you.

“oh, oh i see,” abigail grins. “on second thought, i wouldn't risk catching all those germs. i’m feeling starved, let’s hit the saloon, seb.”

the aforementioned man grumbles, seemingly puzzled by the sudden switch in abigail’s attitude. “huh… why?” abigail must have whispered something to him—you can barely hear over the muffle of sam’s blanket comforters. “ugh, alright. fine. you owe us one, sam.”

“oh, of course! mhm, yup,” you cringe at the immense awkwardness of sam’s response, feeling the overwhelming urge to pull out your own hair. “i’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah? now shoo! wouldn’t wanna get you both sick or somethin’…”

“huh?” sebastian replies, rightfully puzzled as they’re forcefully pushed out of the room. “why would we see you tomorrow if you’re sick—”

“well seb,” abigail says smugly. “let’s just say sammy here is taking care of some important business—”

“okay, bye!” you hear the door click shut. to your utter bewilderment, sam shut the door in their faces.

the room is deathly quiet, the air is stagnant and stuffy. once you feel it safe enough, you crane your neck out of the blankets to check over him. to trace any lingering feeling the sudden visit might’ve given him. sam’s got his back rested against the wood of his door, his back slumped.

“i—i wasn’t expecting that,” you say quietly from your hiding spot on his bed. peeking the top half of your face, watching the door carefully. “kinda nerve-wracking.”

and embarrassing.

“i know—i’m sorry,” he sighs, rubbing his temples. “i didn’t expect them coming over.”

“sebastian said you invited them for practice, though.” you point out.

“maybe i did,” he admits, creeping closer to you on the bed, even if he’s guilty and embarrassed. “i totally forgot—i mean, i was really nervous! my mind blanks when i get nervous…”

sam stops right by the side of the bed, as if he’s waiting for your permission to get in with you—in his own bed. and to be perfectly honest, you really want him to.

“kinda ruined the atmosphere too,” he looks away from you, eyes downcast and melancholy. “i had this whole thing planned too, and i, just… ugh…”

your eyes soften. “sam, it’s really fine. okay, maybe a little shocking but you know it’s not enough to scare me away.”

he looks down at you, worried. his eyebrows are ever so slightly pinched—you wish you could run your fingers over it, and smooth it out yourself.

“plus,” you murmur, reaching over the small amount of space between the two of you to clasp his wrist. “i’m not just gonna leave… just tell me what you were going to say—before the… interruption.”

that gives you the final push to gather your courage to tug him into bed with you. sam follows, flopping onto the empty bedding next to you without a fight. for a moment, it’s just the two of you, side by side, slowly huddling closer and closer for warmth.

and sam is warm. he’s practically radiating comfy heat you wish to burrow into—or wrap yourself around. the perfect bed-partner for winter nights like these.

you find yourself becoming addicted to the feeling.

sam angles his body towards you. you on your back and him on his side, it feels intimate and special. and for some reason, it feels familiar—like you’ve always belonged by his side.

“i think you know already,” he tells you, his eyes are not clear in the dim light but you know, there are practically hearts in them. “that i like you.”

you giggle softly. “and i think you know the same about me.”

sam tentatively grasps your hand, the freezing fingertips thawing under his careful touch. the caress of his hand on yours sends tingling electricity down your spine, your whole body feels alert—alive.

he speaks again, but this time his tone is a whisper of what it usually is. “stay awhile?”

“yeah,” you swallow, squeezing his hand in your grip. a small smile on your lips. “yes, i want to.”

“good,” he smiles, his eyes crinkle at the edges so softly and the dimples on his cheeks deepen. there really is no one else who can compare for you. “hey, you’re really cold… let me warm you up?”

you turn to your side, facing him. at this angle, your faces are mere inches apart. you can trace every dip, line and curve of his face, and he yours. your hand tingles with the overwhelming urge to reach for him and squeeze.

“it is cold,” you agree. “i’d very much like that.”

“phew,” he softly sighs. sam drags his fingers up your arm, stopping at your elbow. wherever he touches, a whisper of him lingers on your skin—a bone deep imprint you yearn for him to spread all across your skin.

you roll into him with little to no effort at all. sam drags you to his chest, your ear perched right above his heart, you can hear the steady thump! of his heartbeat from underneath. sam winds his arms around you, intensifying the heat you feel by tenfold—it’s not uncomfortable at all, though. you like it.

your bodies fit perfectly together, just like puzzle pieces. a mess of limbs tangling together. the warmth of him making you shudder in honey-like delight. it feels syrupy and soft and warm wrapped in his arms.

his hand at your back travels downwards, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake you feel even through the thickness of the fabric separating the skin of your back and his fingertips. his hands feel rough and calloused at the small of your back—from playing guitar and his skateboarding incidents—but you enjoy the feeling.

you trail your fingers under the thick fabric of his jacket and shirt, feeling the smooth skin underneath—the action has no deeper meaning than you wanting to feel.

sam’s uncharacteristically quiet. his breaths are slow and long, like he’s on the verge of sleep. yet his arms are wound tight around you—like he never wants to let go of you. your nerves make you feel like a slow simmering soup. warm and slowly cooking over the fire.

you two stay entangled for a while, in comfortable silence. sometime during the night you’ve matched your breathing to his, and he pulled you somehow even closer to his body.

but, a thump comes from his window, a light tapping sound. soft but persistent. the two of you opt to ignore it, in favor of snuggling closer to each other. yet the taps continue, and become louder and faster.

disrupted by the noise, sam mournfully throws the covers from over him to check, untangling himself from your grip. leaving a very him-shaped indent on the bed left in his wake. you groan, sticking your bottom lip out, you miss the warmth of him already.

“oh shit.”

the expletive makes you sit up in his bed, the comforter draping off your middle. you can make out the shape of him even with the dimness of the light—sam’s back is towards you, and if your eyes dare deceive you, he looks like he’s shrinking into himself a tiny bit.

“what is it?” you whisper-shout to him.

he slowly turns to you, wide eyed, his shoulders stiff. sort of resembling a kicked-dog. sam bows down his head—with what you think is shame, for what reason, you can’t tell. rubbing your eyes of sleep, you furrow your brow, craning your neck to look out the window behind him.

abigail and sebastian are there, waving wildly at you. your eyes widen. abigail and sebastian are waving at you with smug smiles plastered on their faces.

your stomach drops for the umpteenth time that night. you honestly feel too horrified to speak.

you bury yourself under the sheets, a feeble attempt to conceal your mortification. so that’s why abigail was playing along with sam’s urgent ramblings—she knew (not that sam was any good at keeping a cool facade, he is totally incapable of lying smoothly). you groan, you feel like a rebellious teenager again, only the part where you get caught and utterly humiliated.

outside, you can hear the loud roaring laughter of the duo through the glass, alongside the awkward, embarrassed chatter of your newly-minted boyfriend. (not technically official, but the title succeeds to relieve your horror by the tiniest bit)

still, you stay put. through the mortification and embarrassment you still stick yourself to sam’s side, or more literally, on his bed—because you know, there’s no other place you’d rather be.

you spare another glance out of the covers at the trio—to your surprise, sam’s beat you to it. looking at you with heart eyes and the most lovesick expression (you’re pretty sure yours looks the same).

you know there’s going to be a lot more explaining to do in the morning. but it doesn’t matter to you, not right now when you’re in sam’s bed on the verge of sleep.

not when you feel so warm.

a/n: shoutout to the ass trio for making an appearance in the fic! i love you abby and seb.

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pandora-writes-one-piece · 1 month ago

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First, I just wanna say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🎂🎊❤️ Second, I would like to request for your birthday event a Law🩺 x fem reader with the prompt, "What if I kissed you right now? Would you stop me?". Add as much smut as you want please 😜🫠🫣 (Also maybe for a birthday present for me too since it will be soon😁)

I'm soooo, so sorry this didn't come out in time of your birthday! 😭 I started it in time, but then didn't get to finish it. I set myself to finish this today, so here it is. I do hope you enjoy this one, I had fun with it! 😏

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Word Count: 3851

Tags: fem!reader; first time; vaginal sex; fingering; inexperienced!Law; virgin!Law

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: You showed your captain your intent to kiss him, but instead of kissing you back, he fled. Resigning yourself to a rejection hurt, but what if his reaction had nothing to do with rejection, and all to do with inexperience?

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It had become sort of a ritual between the two of you. Law read while sitting at his desk - medical journals, scientific papers, or comic books - and you sat on a little couch in the corner of his office, out of his way, but still near him. A book in hand and a focused expression on your face - whether it was romance, adventure, horror or, sometimes, even one of Law’s precious medical books.

More often than not, the focused expression was only on your face because you were trying so hard not to get lost in your captain’s presence. Even just by sitting still, he commanded the room. He didn’t have to speak to own every silence, nor did he have to be watchful to own every shadow. This room was his, you were merely in it.

And that was extremely fascinating to you.

There had been times when you were bolder with your attention, actively closing the book you were perusing and just staring at him, deadpan. But he would never acknowledge you, even when you were sure he knew exactly what you were up to.

You didn’t care. You were too lost in the way his lips dipped with focus, or how his long, slim fingers intertwined when he was reviewing a passage. The way he deepened his frown when something was amiss, or how his eyebrows relaxed when something made sense. The way he ran his fingers through his hair or absentmindedly twirled his hat on his index finger.

You were fascinated. He was fascinating.

And you were at the tipping point. You needed this man, badly.

You had tried subtle ways of showing him you were interested: touching his arm, twirling your hair, giggling at everything he said - that had been a fun week! When Law decided to run a full check-up to figure out what the hell was wrong with you, you stopped your subtle efforts. Maybe you needed to be a bit more blunt. So you then tried to actively use lame pick-up lines and telling him outright how interested you were. All of it flew past his head and, instead, was picked up by Penguin and Shachi, who decided to make fun of you for it - that had been another fun week!

If you were anybody else, you would have given up by now, clearly getting the hint that he wasn’t interested in anything romantic. But you were stubborn to a fault, and the fact that your captain hadn’t fully rejected you was the deciding factor for your next move. Because if he didn’t have feelings for you, he wouldn’t put up with your presence in his office, right? He would’ve ‘shambles-ed’ you out of there in the blink of an eye.

So, this was a do-or-die situation. You were going all in.

The lights were always dimmed in his office, except for two lamps - one by your side, the other by his desk - so the ambiance was already intimate. You had put on some revealing clothes, making full use of your free time to shed the boiler suit since you weren’t ‘on the clock’, and you had downed an entire cup of chamomile tea for the nerves. This was happening.

Other than a slightly longer glance your way when you asked if you could join him - as you always did - Law didn’t show any signs of being hot and bothered by your skimpy choice of clothes. This was already a bust.

Huffing, you didn’t even sit on the couch. You took small steps towards his desk while slowly counting to ten in your head to keep your cool. Law’s brow rose as he saw you approach, but his eyes swiftly returned to his book. Two more steps, and you were by his side.

“Captain.” You murmured, trying to sound alluring and cursing at the wicked croak that left your lips.

Law lifted his gaze and turned his chair slightly to the side, so you used the opportunity to lean on his desk. He tilted his head, clearly curious as to what you were doing. You then leaned forward, lips inches away from his, and the strong scent of disinfectant and pine soothed you. It was his scent. “What if I kissed you right now? Would you stop me?” This time, your words came out in a sultry whisper, your breath kissing his lips in a soft promise.

Law locked eyes with you, something dark passing through them, and your breath hitched as he raised his hand to eye level. You prepared yourself for the surge of shock when he pressed his lips against yours, his hand already near your cheek… then he opened his lips and…

“Room. Shambles.”

And with a soft plop, you were sitting in your bed. No Law, no kiss, no confession, just you, in a time-out.

“What the fuck?”

-*-

You’d had half a mind to stomp into his office and let him know that what he had done was not acceptable, but you had let it slide. That was almost a week ago, and you still hadn’t spoken to Law since.

When you went by his office, he wasn’t there; when you went by the sick bay, he had just left; it seemed that every time you tried to enter a room he was in, he was suddenly gone. Almost as if he could disappear in the blink of an eye. Which he did. So you knew he was avoiding you.

At first, you felt slighted. A simmering rage burning beneath the surface since you had, after all, put all of your effort into seducing him, only to make a fool of yourself. You deserved an explanation!

But as time went by and he didn’t even make his presence known to you, your anger slowly turned into hurt and then to sorrow. It was bad enough that whatever you felt for Law wasn’t reciprocated, but it was even worse that he didn’t even want to see you to clear the air.

That was what stung the most.

So, you stopped trying. You stopped looking for him or trying to find him. You’d gotten the message loud and clear: Law wasn’t interested.

But what was even worse than that was that you actually missed his company. Even if he was silent most of the time.

-*-

You still read, but now you were doing it in your own room, actually reading and understanding the words on the pages in front of you instead of being unfocused and lost in your captain.

It was all so lonely.

Tonight, you were reading a boring medical journal. It reminded you of Law, so you even started to mutter some of the words in the book because that’s what he did sometimes when he was trying to memorise or grasp something, and it felt familiar. You were lying on your belly, the book held in front of your face as you leaned on your elbows, wearing the most bored and sad-puppy expression.

Until a familiar blue light enveloped you and, with a light tug on your stomach, you fell face-first - or book-first? - into your captain’s lap.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed as you scurried up, trying to sit, still dazed at what had just happened.

“Captain?”

“I thought you were sitting down! I didn’t expect you to fall on me.”

“What?”

His ears and face were red as he helped you sit. Then, you took a look around and gasped. You had never been here before, this was his room.

“Is that a medical journal?” He had calmed down a bit and pointed at the book in your hands. Now, it was your time to blush.

“Yes.” You mumbled between your teeth. “Why am I here?” You huffed in exasperation. As much as you wanted to reconnect with Law, the feeling of rejection was still very fresh and aching against your chest.

“I… I brought you here.”

You stared at him, deadpan. Was he being serious or making a joke? With Law, it was hard to tell sometimes. But you didn’t say anything, and he continued with a bit more bravado this time.

“I brought you here to apologise for my behaviour this past week.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you raised your chin, trying to prove that you were unbothered by the situation. “Go on,” you urged.

“I was scared.”

“What?”

The great Surgeon of Death? Scared of you? Was he making up excuses? Did he not think you were strong enough to handle rejection?

“I–I like you! And… I’ve never…” Law blushed deeply, a crimson red hue spreading adorably from his nose to his cheeks and up to his ears. You held your breath as your lips parted in a surprised ‘o’.

“Kissed someone?” You coaxed softly.

Law sighed profoundly, his hand running over his face before he closed his eyes and decided to just spill it. “Not that. I’ve kissed people. I just never had intercourse and… well… you… I… damn it! I want to! With you!”

He seemed so awkwardly embarrassed by the whole situation that you did your best to suppress the sweet smile that threatened to escape your lips. He hadn’t rejected you because he didn’t care, he rejected you especially because he cared.

Tilting your head to the side you forced him to look into your eyes as you reached for his hand, tentatively entwining your fingers with his lithe ones, all previous anger forgotten after his sudden confession. “It’s okay, Captain. We don’t have to do anything.”

Law stared at your intertwined hands for a moment, and when his amber gaze returned to you, it was dark with desire. “But I want to do everything.” Your breath hitched as the grip of his hand increased. He tugged softly, pulling your body towards his, and you didn’t resist.

His lips hovered near yours, but you didn’t press them together like you wanted to, you were giving Law time for him to do this his own way. “What was it you said? What if I kissed you right now, would you stop me?”

Law’s raspy voice sent tingles down your spine, gathering indecently in your core. You leaned in closer, lips brushing ever so slightly with his while you shook your head. “Not only would I not stop you,” you placed your free hand on Law’s thigh, and he sucked in a breath. “I would also indulge you.”

With an unrestrained groan, Law used his free hand to cup your nape and pull you against his lips. His kiss did not seem inexperienced at all. Law pressed firmly, first, freeing the hand that was entwined with yours and placing it on your waist, bringing your body closer to his. Then he parted his lips and licked your lower one tentatively, asking permission to enter.

With a wanton moan, you melted into his embrace and into his kiss, lips parting and tongues meeting in a wet, messy dance.

It wasn’t enough.

Law pulled you even closer, so you straddled him, your knees supported against the mattress as your core frictioned against his length. With a gasp, you pulled back, neck arching as a ripple of pleasure coursed through you.

You felt Law hesitate for a fraction of a second, but then he moved, pressing his lips against your throat and laying open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. “Is this okay?” He questioned, a slight - barely there - tremble in his voice.

“Yes!” You breathed, your hand climbing to grip his hair as you threaded your fingers through its silkiness, something you’d been meaning to do for a while and never could. Law pulled you in for another kiss and you guided his hand below your shirt - you needed to feel him touch you.

His kiss faltered for the briefest of seconds before his hand climbed, and he cupped your breast. You rolled your hips against his, feeling his hard cock rub against your clit, robbing another shameless moan from your occupied lips.

Law parted the kiss with a heavy pant. “Fuck.” His hand found your nipple and he teased it very softly while his other hand rested on your thigh.

“Wait.” You murmured, and when he looked at you with panic in his eyes, you regretted your poor choice of words. “Just let me get this out of the way. Don’t stop what you’re doing.” Then you removed your pyjamas shirt, baring your upper body to him.

Law gulped, and his jaw clenched as his eyes devoured you.

“Like what you see, Captain?” You teased, trying to ease some tension so he could enjoy the experience and not be so focused on what he was doing right or wrong. When he nodded, you guided your hand to your free breast, your eyes never leaving his as he followed your movements. “Like this.” Then you showed him, rolling your nipple with your thumb and index finger, pinching slightly.

Law mimicked your movements with his hand, and you bit back a satisfied groan. You removed your hand from your breast so you could gain some grounding, placing them on the mattress and arching your back, rolling your hips again to feel the sweet friction.

He hesitated. You watched his calculating eyes consider possibilities before he leaned in and took your free nipple on his tongue. Your breathing became heavy as he sucked and nibbled, clearly enjoying the experience.

He stopped his ministrations to stare at you, and for the first time, he looked unguarded, relaxed, even though he was visibly anxious, it was more in anticipation, than in fear. “The books explained women’s pleasure, but nothing compares to the real thing.”

You looked at him through lidded eyes, feeling your core throb incessantly. “Books?”

Law grinned, then wrapped one arm around your waist and flipped you, so your back was against the bed. “I’ve been doing research this past week.” Research? On sex? You had to suppress a chortle, your captain never did anything by half. “Let me see if I assimilated the subject thoroughly.”

With shaky hands, Law removed the bottoms of your pyjamas and your panties, all the while cursing between his teeth. Then his big hands pressed on your thighs and he looked into your eyes, waiting for permission. You nodded, and he urged you to open your legs, which you happily did.

He became transfixed for a moment, watching your pussy leaking with desire until you spoke. “Captain! Are you just going to stare? Let me guide you.” You leaned on your elbows, ready to explain to him how to pleasure you so you could take him.

He smiled at you and shook his head softly. Then he removed his shirt and you gasped at his tattoos. You’d seen them, he was never shy about displaying them. But actually watching them right in front of your nose had your breath hitching again. When Law removed his spotted jeans, you couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in his briefs.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He mimicked your words, and you giggled. Then, he positioned himself between your legs, his hands climbing your thighs until they hovered over your pussy.

With shaky hands, Law ran two of his fingers through your slickened folds, a sharp exhale leaving his lips as he observed you with clinical precision. He parted them and gulped. “Your clitoris. It has more than eight thousand nerve endings.” You arched your back, waiting for his touch, but he was still analysing and you were already burning up. “And it’s not just external.” Law splayed his hand on your lower abdomen, almost as if he could see what was underneath without the use of his Devil Fruit.

Your breathing accelerated, and he continued. “Stimulation to the glans clitoris,” he used one finger to circle your nub tentatively, “activates the nerves, sending signals through the pudendal nerve straight to your brain.” He repeated the motion with his finger, and you moaned, throwing your head back. “Pleasurable signals.”

Clearly motivated by your reaction, Law alternated his gaze from your eyes to your core. “It’s sensitive to different kinds of stimuli, like friction,” Law rubbed your clit for a moment, and you bit your lower lip, hands gripping the sheets, “and pressure,” his fingers pressed harder while he changed the pace and direction, and you nearly lost it, pleasure already cresting, ready to snap. “If I stimulate it correctly, it should trigger deep pelvic contractions. Your heart rate increases, your pupils dilate, and pleasure will course through your body - an orgasm.”

“I–I’m coming, L–Law!” You cried out his name in abandon, arching your back and fisting the sheets. Law’s ‘lesson’ and his touch brought your climax out of nowhere, crashing unannounced with waves and waves of bliss.

Law seemed fascinated by your reaction, the faint blush still remained on his cheeks. As you recovered from your orgasm, your eyes opening slightly, you saw him grinning. “Fascinating.”

“Are you going to quiz me afterwards?” You teased, and he laughed.

“Maybe.” Then he leaned over your body and kissed you deeply, slotting himself in the middle of your legs while you let your hand explore his chest and abs. When your fingers reached the hem of his briefs, you pulled apart, looking into his eyes.

“You want to do this?” Law nodded, and you felt another slight shake of his hands. You helped him pull down his briefs, his lengthy cock springing free from its confines. Then you reached, touching him gently so he could understand how it felt to be touched by another person.

His breathing became ragged, and his eyes darkened further. So he lined his tip with your entrance and exhaled another shaky breath. “The muscular tissue in your vaginal canal is designed to expand for penetration.” Law gulped, swallowing hard and preparing himself for what was about to happen.

“After an orgasm, and because of our intense foreplay, you should be lubricated enough to accommodate me.” As if to prove a point, Law inserted two digits inside your hole, collecting slick and making you gasp. “It should facilitate–”

“Law, stop talking and start fucking me.” You breathed out, exasperated with all the teasing he was unwillingly causing you.

Law’s grin was barely there, but he nodded and pressed the tip of his cock against your glistening hole. Never averting your gaze, he pressed forward, letting out a rumbling groan, his brows scrunching up as his mouth parted slightly. “Fuck.”

His hands gripped your hips hard, as if that action alone could ground him to earth. “I–If I recall correctly - fuck - it’s beneficial if I move slowly at first.”

You arched into him, a pleasurable moan leaving your lips, chased by a mirthful chuckle. “Trafalgar Law, you have got to be the only man who gives an anatomy lesson while losing his virginity.”

He groaned in agreement while slowly pulling out of you, then he watched in amazement as by rolling his hips, his length sank further into you. Lost in pleasure, you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him deeper and clenching all around him.

Law gasped, his hands trembling slightly as he lowered his forehead, letting it touch yours. His breath came out in heavy pants. “Try not to do that again, sweetheart, unless you want to end this prematurely.”

Your heart swelled as you used your hands to push some strands of hair away from his eyes, feeling the sweat on his damp forehead.

“Law. Just enjoy it. Don’t overthink it.” You cupped his face so he could stare at you. “You’re supposed to feel it with your body, not analyse every step. Okay?”

He nodded, his gaze still focused on you. His hands slithered from your hips to your waist, pressing harder as he kept nodding. “Just feel it. Okay, I can do that.”

And he did. He rocked back again, then thrust slowly into you. Law bit hard into his lower lip, brows scrunching in deep concentration. The slow pace was driving you insane, but you didn’t want to demand more, you wanted him to explore the feeling at his own pace.

“Fuck, shit. You’re so warm and tight… fuck!” He panted hard, repeating the rolling motion as his hands gripped you harder. “Your pelvic floor is contracting, reacting to the stimulation and–”

“Yes, Captain! That’s what happens when a woman is aroused.” You grinned when he stared back into your eyes. “And you’re driving me insane.”

“The books didn’t– fuck…” He stopped his reasoning midway, taking a deep breath and finally thrusting a little harder, and a little faster. Your body responded immediately to that with a heavy moan. Law’s head fell forward as he nuzzled it against the crook of your neck, his voice coming out muffled. “I don’t think I can last much longer…”

You felt him slowing down again, clearly trying to make it last so he could pull an orgasm from you.

“Then don’t, Law. Let go.” You breathed into his ear, legs wrapping tightly around him to give him the confidence to finish it.

But he was still letting his mind take over, clearly reviewing every book he had ever read, trying to find ways to last longer or to prolong your pleasure. So you rolled your hips against his, making sure he thrust deeper and harder, pulling him with your legs against you, trying to make him get lost in the feeling.

“Fuck! Don’t do that unless you want–”

“To make you come? Desperately.” You teased with a slight chuckle. “Let go, Law. Just feel me.” You urged, tangling your fingers through his hair, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. He pulled back enough to stare into your eyes, and then something snapped in him, almost as if he had turned off the part of his brain that was restraining him.

His pace quickened, his thrusts became sloppier - desperate - while his breath came out in ragged, frantic pants. “Fuck–fuck!” You could feel him get lost in you, he was no longer overthinking, just feeling. The way his hands gripped you, the way he whispered your name between moans and curses, it sent another rush of pleasure through you and you clenched him hard.

And that was what undid him. Law stiffened, his hips jerking forward as he shut his eyes and let out a desperate groan, pleasure rippling through him. Then he collapsed forward, holding himself up by the elbows before he crushed you, letting his face bury against the crook of your neck again, warming your skin with his ragged breathing.

You held him, pulling him closer to you as he was still buried within your walls. For a moment, the only thing breaking the silence was both your gasps and heavy breaths as you tried to regain your ground. Then Law lifted his head slightly, a dazed expression on his face, which made you smirk.

“That was… wow.”

“Not bad for a first time, right, Captain?”

Law’s exhausted, satisfied chuckle as he let his head fall on your chest was all the answer you needed.

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dustofthedailylife · 1 year ago

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You were not supposed to hear that...yet

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Pairing: Alhaitham x (gn!) Reader

Summary: Alhaitham reveals a secret about the inner workings of his heart to his friends over a cup of wine and in between some banter. However, he did not expect it would go this wrong...

Tags: Fluff, crack, comfort, teasing, consumption of alcohol (by characters), the whole 4ggravate crew is here, friendly banter between friends, a small sprinkle of angst because reader is insecure (but it's unjustified)

A/N: Dust posting a new fic?! Not an April Fool's joke, despite the date! Finally felt inspired and well enough again to finish this fic that has been rotting in my WIPs forever. I hope you like it. And feel free to hit me up with asks and reblogs - it'd motivate me greatly after my long break 🥺

The usual friend group of Cyno, Kaveh, Tighnari, and him - Alhaitham, was sitting at the Tavern. A gathering like it happened almost every weekend at this point.

The wine bottle on the table had been emptied around two or three times already when Kaveh ordered a new one yet again. At this point, Alhaitham had actually lost count of how many glasses of wine he'd already had, too. But one thing was for certain, he could feel the alcohol in his system and the warm blood that was rushing to his cheeks. All things considered though, despite feeling a little tipsy from the intoxication, he was still able to think clearly.

"Let me guess I'm the one who will have to end up covering your bill again?" He took sarcastic a jab at Kaveh.

The man in question just squinted his eyes and glared daggers at him before opening his mouth in an attempt to protest before it was quickly shot down by Tighnari's hand covering it.

Alhaitham leisurely leaned back in his chair smirking to himself, training his focus back onto the TCG cards in his hands and considering his next turn of action in the game he was playing against Cyno.

"What, am I just supposed to take it all the time and be quiet?!" Kaveh retorted, directed at Tighnari. The fox's ears were beginning to droop lower and lower as his expression became more and more deadpan.

"You all know as well as I do that if [Y/N] was here he wouldn't be acting like this. He would be on his best behavior and pay for the drinks without so much as complaining or being so cocky."

"By the way," Tighnari attempted to divert the attention away from Kaveh's ranting. "Where are they? Didn't you say they wanted to stop by the Tavern as well today, Alhaitham?"

Alhaitham played his round, throwing his card Cyno's way before looking up at Tighnari again.

"They mentioned it but I suppose something must've come up instead. I will ask tomorrow."

"Isn't it strange?" Kaveh addressed the others. "Whenever it involves [Y/N] he graciously offers himself up to talk to them and seek them out but whenever someone else is looking for him he is nowhere to be found."

"Maybe you just can't find me because I simply don't have anything to discuss with you." Alhaitham threw another jab at Kaveh with a smirk, which was promptly followed by a light punch against his bicep by the blonde architect.

"What? I constantly have to talk to you already when we're at ho-"

"SHHH! Don't say that out loud." Kaveh hissed, quickly covering Alhaitham's mouth in panic, since he didn’t want him to spell out that they were currently living together. “It's embarrassing enough that I currently have no other choice, no need to add to my misery.”

A witty quip was burning at the tip of Alhaitham's tongue after Kaveh's remark yet again, but he decided to swallow it. He didn't want to upset him too much, especially since he knew he'd had it rough lately. Even if it would've been said in jest, there was no need to add insult to injury. Instead, he simply resorted to taking another sip of his wine with a low chuckle and a glance in the blonde architect’s direction.

“Aaaaanyway…”, Tighnari cleared his throat, addressing Alhaitham once more. “What is it between [Y/N] and you anyway? You've become quite close haven't you?”

“That's an understatement.” Kaveh groaned, dropping his head on his folded arms on the table dramatically. “He can't stop talking about them. Day in and day out it’s [Y/N]-this, [Y/N]-that.”

“We started working on a project about six months ago. Things are progressing quite smoothly if I do say so myself. Certainly makes things easier if you're working with someone who is both hardworking and intelligent in every way. I’ve been lucky to have been assigned to the project with them.” Alhaitham answered Tighnari’s question rationally while ignoring Kaveh’s dramatic display.

“Here he goes again.” Kaveh huffed, directing his comment at Cyno and Tighnari. “Whenever he talks about them you hear nothing but praises.”

“If someone is doing a great job, is it not logical to give them the credit they deserve?” Alhaitham added matter of factly.

“No… I mean yes, but no. It's just not something I'd see you doing. It’s so out of character.” Kaveh huffed. “And before you say anything, yes, maybe I just don't know that side of you because I don't give you any reason to praise me. No need to add that, thank you.”

Kaveh poked his tongue out at Alhaitham before taking a big sip from his wine.

“Why, if you want to be praised you just need to say so, Kaveh. I think you're quite brilliant - your shortcomings aside.” He just had to add that last bit. Kaveh was just way too easy to tease. And what would this friend group be without the playful banter and jabs at each other?

Kaveh choked on the drink immediately and slammed his cup down onto the table with a loud clang. A fire burned behind his crimson eyes when he spoke next.

“This is exactly what I meant, thanks for proving my point!”

Kaveh looked at Cyno and Tighnari gesturing in the direction of Alhaitham with a move that said “Do you see what I mean now?”.

Tighnari just facepalmed and shook his head.

“And what is your point exactly?” Cyno inquired, playing a card from his hand.

“Did you not listen to what he said?” Kaveh gasped.

“Not really,” Cyno admitted honestly, his eyes trained back on the cards in his hands.

“It's the fact that he can praise others too, but never without also pointing out their faults in the same sentence. Did no one ever notice that? However, he never does that when it's [Y/N].” Kaveh explained.

“And?” Tighnari and Cyno replied in unison, looking puzzled as to where Kaveh wanted to go with this.

Kaveh put his head in his hand and groaned in frustration. “Sometimes you all make me feel like I am surrounded by idiots.”

Now everyone raised their eyebrows at him.

“You're all so clueless… anyway.” He sighed dramatically and accusingly pointed a finger at Alhaitham. “This guy. This admittedly handsome but blockheaded, know-it-all, stoic, annoying-”

“Get to the point.” Alhaitham chided, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Fine, fine." Kaveh spread his arms like he was holding a presentation and Alhaitham his canvas.

“This guy's right here, as alien as it may sound – has fallen in love.”

“You're in love?!” Cyno exclaimed his eyes widening. “With who?!”

Tighnari rolled his eyes, knowing full well Cyno hadn't listed at all the past ten minutes because he had been so absorbed in his cards, and gently slapped the back of his head.

“[Y/N], of course!” The Forest Ranger exclaimed with a huff.

Cyno, now rubbing the back of his head just ushered a “Wait really?” while Kaveh and Tighnari just curiously began eyeing Alhaitham in the hope of seeing any type of confirmation on his face. However, it stayed as unreadable as ever.

He nonchalantly took another sip of wine from his cup while leisurely looking back and forth between the cards on the table and the ones in his hand before playing another turn as if this conversation just now hadn't happened.

“So!?” Kaveh asked, almost hysterically at this point. “Do you intend to enlighten us?”

Just how had he gotten into this situation now? Alhaitham suppressed a sigh before turning to Cyno: “Your turn. Two of your cards are down.”

“Archons!” Cyno cussed, immediately attempting to go back to study his cards but a fist slammed the table harshly, drawing all attention to it.

Tighnari flinched in shock and Cyno, too seemed to be pulled back to reality. Kaveh’s hand was trembling slightly, visibly agitated.

“Stop changing the subject, Alhaitham. The more you keep avoiding answering the question the more I think I am right in my assumptions.”

Alhaitham pinched the bridge of his nose beginning to truly feel a little stressed by Kaveh’s insistance. The man was truly too nosy for his good.

“Kaveh, just let it be if he doesn’t-” Tighnari began before being cut off by Alhaitham.

“And what if you are right? What then, Kaveh?”

Everyone at the table fell silent and everyone was staring at him with a mix of disbelief and shock.

He hadn't planned to reveal any of this yet, especially since he feared they would try to become his wingman. Which, admittedly, may be a nice gesture on paper but with them it could only end in disaster. Plus he would prefer to deal with his feelings alone first and think them through thoroughly, before talking about them with anyone. Besides, it should be you, if anyone, who should hear about them first - alas he was too deep into this now to weasel his way out.

“What?!” Kaveh’s mouth hung open in shock.

“So it is true then?” Cyno inquired, putting the card in his hand down on the table, now suddenly fully hooked on the tea that was being spilled.

“Hold on. Pause.” Kaveh sat upright, before quickly gazing over Alhaitham’s shoulder. “So you-”

“For Archon’s sake.” Alhaitham was beginning to get annoyed because he didn't know how much clearer he had to become for them to get it. “Yes - I’ve been in love with them. For a while now-”

“Alhaitham-” Kaveh tried to interject.

“No, don't interrupt me now, you pestered me about it for the past twenty minutes now you'll have to listen. I have never met anyone who is so hardworking, intelligent, and stunning in any way. Of course, I would be infatuated with a person like them. It would be hard not to fall for them.”

“Uhm Alhai–” Kaveh laughed awkwardly before being interrupted by Alhaitham’s ongoing monologue once more.

“At first I wasn't sure about it but I am now. I am thinking about them first thing in the morning and last thing when I go to sleep - unless you're hammering away on some project again that keeps me awake, Kaveh.”

Kaveh waved for him to shut up already but Alhaitham didn't let that bother him. If he wanted the full story with all the details - he'd get it. He hoped that would get this discussion out of the way once and for all.

“And guess what? They even remembered how I liked my coffee just after I told them once and gifted me a book that I had been trying to find for weeks. So yes, Kaveh. I love [Y/N]. There, does that suffice now, or?”

Kaveh let out a squeal as soon as Alhaitham had stopped speaking but upon further inspection of his expression, it hadn't been one of excitement but rather pure terror and awkwardness.

“Alhaitham…” Cyno and Tighnari said in unison and he only then noticed as well how their gaze was trained on a spot behind him.

“What?” Alhaitham inquired, curling a brow up in confusion before all three men pointed their fingers at something behind him.

When he turned his head around to look at what they were trying to show him, he felt his heart drop to his stomach for the first time in ages.

To his utter shock, you were standing right behind him. Or rather, you were frozen in place, your hand still half lifted in greeting as if you had just been about to greet the lot of them. Your mouth was slightly open in shock still and your pupils were but the size of pinpricks and transfixed on Alhaitham.

And judging by your reaction you must've heard every last word he had said.

“I-I…” You started stammering, clearly confused about what you had just heard. “I uh-, I'll head back home.”

You abruptly turned around on your heel and marched straight out the Tavern door you had just come through as if someone was chasing you.

Alhaitham hadn't moved a muscle ever since he had spotted you standing behind him and he looked like he was frozen in place. Everyone at the table had fallen so silent, one would've been able to hear a needle drop.

Alhaitham's eyes were still fixed on the door you had left through. The little bell that chimed every time the Tavern door hit it on the way in or out was still dangling lightly from the impact. But the movement was dying down slowly but surely - just like Alhaitham, who felt like someone had dropped a boulder on his chest.

You were not supposed to hear that, yet.

“You uh…, Alhaitham you should probably follow them.” Tighnari was the first to speak again. He awkwardly scratched behind his ears. Cyno hummed in agreement while Kaveh just sat there with his mouth wide open.

Alhaitham exhaled in frustration, unable to properly place his emotions. But they were somewhere between unsettled, nervous, and discomforted.

When he got up it felt like someone had tied heavy iron blocks to his ankles that were weighing him down.

“Yeah, I guess I do,” Alhaitham muttered before marching off.

When you stormed outside the Tavern the cool evening breeze gnawed at your skin and made goosebumps erupt all over. Although you weren't quite sure if it was the temperature or your emotional turmoil at play here.

There was no way Alhaitham had just said that and actually meant it. He wouldn't be the type of man to flat-out admit that he had feelings for anyone. Or would he? He had been talking to his closest friends after all.

You were questioning your sense of reality and thought you must've fabricated it all in your mind. Or maybe you misheard what he said and he was talking about something else entirely.

But no, he said your name, and the others looked panicked when you entered the tavern and approached the table.

As you rushed through the streets of Sumeru City the chilly wind kept whipping in your face. Not even you knew where you were going at this point. You simply went where your feet were carrying you.

But eventually, you realized you had run up the Akademiya and to the blue-green mosaic pavilion that glistened in the last rays of sunlight. The spot at which you and Alhaitham often spent your lunch break together.

You sunk down on the bench exhaustedly and stared holes in the ground.

No way.

There was just no way.

Alhaitham. The man you had fallen for so hard that he had begun to occupy every waking thought you had. That man was supposed to have feelings for you and had just flat-out admitted it?

No, this simply had to be a dream. A bad joke. Or maybe even a bet between the group that they orchestrated to prank you.

You could feel your heart thumping in your head and it felt like your head was swimming. It was as if you had downed an entire bottle of wine by yourself, but you were as sober as one could be.

Yes, that had to be it. It was a bet between the boys over one too many cups of wine and they had all acted their parts out flawlessly.

You got up again walking to the railing, overlooking Sumeru city that shone majestically in the last remaining rays of sunshine that the day had to offer. Another gush of wind blew your way, making tears well up in your eyes. Although it may have also been your emotions who were to blame for that instead.

You inhaled deeply. Once. Twice. But nothing seemed to help calming the rapidly beating heart in your chest.

In your daze, you completely missed how someone had quietly come up to the pavilion as well.

Alhaitham leaned against the railing himself, looking over the city in silence, too. He was clearly ringing for words. Although you assumed the wrong reason for his struggle.

“Look,” you began, trying your hardest to suppress the tremble in your voice. “If you came here to apologize - please, spare me your words.”

He looked at you opening his mouth before closing it again right after with a silent nod. His cheeks were dusted in a light pink shade - you assumed it was caused by the alcohol he had downed at the tavern with the others.

“I hope that we can go back to normal tomorrow and just finish our project. I’d prefer if we kept our distance after that. I think it’s for the best” The words left your mouth at normal speed, but it felt like you had to force every single one out. They felt tenacious, like old chewing gum that you tried to pull out from in between your teeth.

“I understand.” He stated calmly before retraining his gaze back into the distance.

You both kept standing next to each other in silence for a long while before you decided to confront him about it directly. You eventually decided it was for the best if you got things off your chest now so that you could get over him quickly. Ripping it off like a band-aid would hopefully give you the relief you so desperately craved right now.

“You know,” you began. “I don’t know who came up with the idea and I also don’t care, no need to tell me. But you guys should never do this to anyone again because you never know how much it might end up hurting someone else’s feelings.”

Alhaitham stood upright and turned to face you directly. He crossed his arms over his chest and slightly cocked his head like he always did when he was thinking about something you said.

After a momentary pause, he asked: “What do you mean?”

“I mean that you shouldn’t toy with someone’s feelings as a prank. It’s never actually funny for anyone but the people who orchestrate such a prank. No matter if the other person reciprocates the feelings or whether they believe the statement, they always end up being the one who is being ridiculed.” You explained as rationally as possible, which was a stark contrast to the tempest that was raging both inside of your heart and mind.

“Especially when the person hoped to hear those exact words for the longest time, too…” You added. It wasn't more than an utterance under your breath - so quietly it was barely audible. But Alhaitham heard nonetheless.

“But I meant everything I said.” He stated matter of factly, seemingly catching on to the fact that you must’ve assumed the wrong things about the whole situation.

“What?! Alhaitham, please, there is no need to add insult to injury. You had your fun now–”

“No.” He gently took your hands in his, exhaling heavily. “Archons, you weren’t supposed to find out like this.”

He rarely swore which made the impact of his words even stronger.

“I wanted to tell you face to face and was waiting for the right moment to do so. But, just know that every word you heard and everything I said back at the tavern was the truth. No bet or scheme made me say it. Not that anyone would be able to make me say these things in the first place.” He sighed once more, giving your hands an emphasizing squeeze. “I meant it.”

“You did?”

“Every word.”

You felt the blood rush to your face and immediately lowered your gaze in an attempt to hide your flusteredness.

“Had I known this would happen, I would’ve told you everything right from the start. I don’t like how this went now but–”, he moved his hands up to cup your face. His beautiful turquoise eyes trained on no one but you.

“I’m absolutely certain I like you. You drive me crazy. And I love and hate how much you occupy every waking thought of mine because I can’t focus on anything when you’re around. And when you’re not, you’re still always on my mind. So please – be mine.”

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karinab00bs · 1 year ago

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Ride With U

idol! karina x non idol bf! reader

tags: smut, blow jobs, tit-fucking, anal sex, woman on top, dirty talk

Karina is wasting no time undressing you, in one sweeping motion your top had already come off in a flash, pants and boxers were quick to follow. The two of you were in the same room that was just used for Aespa’s Vlive, sitting on one of the black couches in the room, almost guilty that you were about to defile it.

Admiring her body for an instant, you unbutton her shirt, draping it off her sexy tanned shoulders as it gravitates towards the ground, freeing her. Karina’s body was perfect, you dive into the pair of luscious breasts in front of you, caressing each one as you take her left breast in your mouth, evoking a dull moan, as your tongue wanders along the hard nipple, giving light flicks as you pinch her other breast.

She stands up and turns around, unzipping her jeans as she slowly peels them off her body, the lack of underwear arouses you as does the sight of her newly exposed flesh.

Karina kneels before you and strokes your cock to maximum length, her tongue swirls and flicks around your tip as she prepares to taste you. Lust forms in her eyes as they meet yours, taking your hard cock into her mouth and wrapping her lips around your head tightly, taking her time to savor you as your body jerks. Pleasure surges in your bones as her throat inches further and further down your shaft, meeting your halfway point as you squirm, wrecked by all different senses.

The idea of a gag reflex did not exist for Karina, she takes in more of your length until she reaches the hilt, penetrating the back of her throat. She bobs her head up and down, swirling her tongue on the underside of your cock, saliva coating your cock more and more with every pass as a soft moan comes out of your mouth.

“Fuck.. that feels so good... don’t stop,“ your voice becomes a whisper as your bathe in exhilaration.

Her gaze never leaves you, she pushes back locks of dark hair, uncovering a sensual look in her eyes as she enjoys blowing you. She loved being in control, elated with the sound of your moans, a rush of sensations overwhelms you as your head involuntarily tilts back, sinking into the couch.

Karina sucked your cock with purpose, wanting to see you come undone and it took everything in your power to not bust in her mouth, basking in the intensity and warmth of her throat.

Her motion slows down, as she notices you can’t keep your eyes off of her naked chest, she wants to indulge you. She grabs your hands and interlocks them with hers, guiding them to the curves of her chest, pushing them against her firm breasts as you feel every part of her flesh. Karina places your hard cock in between her tits, interlocking her fingers so you don’t slip out, creating a wall to penetrate with your slippery shaft as it disappears deep into her cleavage.

Her soft and supple breasts create a friction over your cock as they wrap around you, bouncing up and down as Karina’s dreamy eyes stare at you, watching the ecstasy in your eyes. Not wanting you to boil over, she halts, opening her mouth and a commanding tone comes out.

“Taste me.”

Karina positions herself at the head of the couch, resting on the armrest and spreads her legs wide for you as you move up close to her, marking both her thighs with soft kisses and tracing figure eights into her skin with one finger. Warming her up slowly, you drift your finger further up her crotch, grazing the outskirts of her heat, teasing her as she jolts and her back arches up slightly.

Establishing you’ve teased her enough, you plunge a finger into her depths, entering her warmth as her body twitches. Satisfied that you were pleasing her, you add a second finger, rocking both back and forth, as she moans, tilting her head back. You find a steady rhythm as her walls tighten around you, filling your fingers to the hilt, curving them as you thrust further as Karina cries out, begging to be satiated.

You pull out of her hesitantly, bringing both fingers to your lips as you taste her, savouring the succulent juices.

Lust overcomes you, a wanton to devour her, taste every inch of her skin as you bury your face in between her thighs, bringing your tongue to the lowermost part of her inner lips and flicking up and down, she gasps loudly as you savor her sweetness.

You reach her clit, swirling around with your tongue, watching as Karina’s face shudders with bliss, her gasps are needy and shallow, and her body is twitching wildly.

Karina is close, you can tell by the way her hips move and how her breath sounds, you quicken your pace and eat her out frantically, infatuated with her taste and hell-bent on giving her an orgasm.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

One final lick was all it took as you glide your tongue all the way from the bottom of her entrance to the top with a loud slurp, as she melts into the couch.

“Fuck!”

Karina cums hard, she holds onto your head with both hands and bucks her hips wildly, trying to anchor herself as her juices gush out of her essence and coat your face.

Karina is so pretty when she orgasms, her eyes glaze over as she tries to remember where she is, grinding your face slower and slower as her whole body trembles. She's barely able to speak as she comes down from her high, her arousal level approaches its, peak as she’s starved for your cock.

“I want you inside me. Give it to me. Give me every inch of you.”

Still recovering she gingerly gets up, still shaking slightly from her orgasm and faces the end of the couch, bent over and hands and knees and grabs the armrest, pushing her ass towards the air. You position yourself behind her hips, lining up your hard cock with the center of her slit as you insert your head slowly, her moisture overtaking your cock as she gasps.

Karina was tight, it always took a few thrusts to enter her, but her post-orgasm wetness made penetration much easier. You take it easy at first, giving short, slow thrusts that allowed you to control the pace.

You accelerate your thrusts as you push your cock deeper, moving halfway past your head, and stretching her out as you pull out to your tip and then ram back down, delving into her wet walls as her warmth squeezes around you.

“God... you’re so fucking tight, Karina.“

You have to remember to pace yourself. You could pin her body into the couch easily, ramming senselessly and emptying into her within minutes, but neither one of you wanted that. Karina was a busy girl, so chances like this didn’t come as often as you liked.

Caressing your hands around her body, you grab both hips and press hard, leaving light marks and pulling her body back towards you, penetrating further into her warmth until you can almost bottom her out.

Karina’s moans become louder, more pleading, more desperate.

“Fuck me harder. I want all of you, fuck me hard until you destroy me”

The yearning in her words unleashes something inside, you slam your cock deep into her tight pussy, squeezing her hips tighter as you fully impale her, pounding into her with a frenzy,

“Holy fucking shit you’re so deep in me.”

She buries her head into the armrest and grips it tight with both hands, crying out in joy as you slam into her unrelentlessly, burying your cock to the hilt and pistoning her harder and harder.

“Fuck.. fuck! That feels so fucking good!”

You feel her walls constrict more and her becoming body wetter by the second, her second climax approaching.

“Oh my god... I’m gonna cum again... don’t fucking stop.”

A tidal wave of pleasure and sensations take over as her second orgasm approaches, hitting her harder than the first one, her walls squeezing even tighter around your cock overflowing with fluids, slowing down your thrusts letting her ride out her orgasm.

The view in front of you front of you was something, her tight ass jiggling everytime you smacked into her from behind, you were regretting not being able to see those round breasts of hers, bouncing in all their glory.

You bend yourself towards her neck, whispering softly in her ear, “Come ride me.”

She pulls herself forward, releasing your cock from her grip, as you sit down in the center of the couch and Karina mounts you. Taking your hard cock in her hand, she rubs her opening with your tip, already drenched from her second orgasm as she pushes it inside her walls, adjusting for a moment before slamming down hard her with her muscular thighs.

You both take in a breath at the same time, she reaches forward and press her hands on your chest, taking you all the way to the hilt, she rides you, embedding your cock deep inside her.

“Fuck, Karina, if you keep riding me like that i’m gonna fucking cum. “

“That’s the plan.”

Almost on cue, you feel a tightness in your balls, overwhelmed by it all, her flesh wrapped around you as her breasts bounced, the sweat misting around her tight abs, everything hits you at once as you explode.

“Fuck, Karina.. I’m cumming.”

Your body tenses up as your orgasm hits with a fury. You cum hard into her, filling up her walls with hot, sticky cum as your cock convulses. You wish you could thrust into her forever, but the sensitivity of your orgasm defeats you from doing so.

Karina grinds your body to a standstill, as she senses you've been completely drained. She dismounts from your still throbbing cock, careful not to hurt you, as hot white fluid spills out of her onto your cock and dripping onto the couch.

Your cock is hyper sensitive now, but Karina licks up and down your shaft trying to clean up every drop, sucking your head one final time, sending shivers as you ache.

“We should clean this couch shouldn’t we? I would hate to have the girls sit in our filth.”

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angelltheninth · 19 days ago

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Hi Angel I have a Mark request:

I like the idea of being Mark’s first for many things, and I imagine his first times makes him very vocal and could make him whimper. Can you write Mark getting his first BJ?

Mark is worried he may hurt you, unsure if his body would react with sudden movements so he tries his best not to move, and it’s like sweet torture to him. Anything that he may have been holding in his hands is turned to dust by his mighty grip, might have banged a fist against something and he left a huge crack there, trying to best to not let go completely.

His mouth though, he can’t control his sounds, head turning left and right, and it doesn’t help that you’re doing your best to undo him.

I hope my request isn’t too long, when I write requests I like to add a bit of my flair even though I am not a writer, to help with imagining the bigger picture 👉🏻👈🏻

No worries about the longer ask, I like knowing what people like when requesting.

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, being vocal, whimpering, first time blowjob, holding back, unstable powers, blushing, teasing, cum swallowing

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A/N: Here we go with more Mark. Best guy in the multiverse, I love him so much. He deserves the world tbh. In a wholesome way. This ended up being such a long post!

His powers are already a bit hard to control under the best of circumstances, how do you think he feels when you put your lips on his cock for the first time

Was perfectly happy with making out and grinding

No issue with coming in his pants or jacking off in front of you, he's done it before when the pressure became too uncomfortable

But this time you beat him to it by getting on your knees in front of him and pushing his comfy sweatpants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free

The size of it wasn't too much for you, but it was thick, with clear bulging veins, a slight curve that you knew would hit your sweet spot just right one day when you finally have sex, and a fat, raging tip, already dripping

As you told him how much you liked his cock and never took your eyes off it he blushed, his ears red and his hand rubbing the back of his neck

Said a bashful thanks in return, complimenting you as well, how sexy and beautiful he thinks you are, how he jerked off you to before, how you take his breath away a little more every day

Even before you press your mouth against his tip he makes a sound, low and then high pitched when he finally feels your full lips

Because he doesn't know what else to do with his hands, he won't put them anywhere on you, he doesn't trust his grip, he puts one on the wall behind him, the other one close to his mouth

Feels you smile as you move down a bit more, half-way down to his cock right now and start sucking

His hand slaps over his mouth to muffle the whimper he let out but he knows you heard it

Knowingly you reach a hand into his underwear and cup it around his balls, massaging them lightly

Eliciting a louder whimper from him, and his hips stuttering you pull your hand out, satisfied with being able to fluster him further

Going down even more you almost have his whole cock in your mouth, slowly moving your head up and down, sucking every time you go down

Mark's fingers dig into the wall behind him the moment you have his entire length in your mouth

He clenches the wall harder when you stop moving, his cock fully in your mouth, your soft tongue lazily licking at the underside

To prevent any more damage he lets his hand hover in the air for a moment right before bringing it against his mouth as well as you start moving, paying more and more attention to his increasingly sensitive tip

As you pull away, your lips swollen and grinning up at him he can't bare to look at you, too embaressed of the sounds leaving his mouth, sounds that he can't control

So he reaches for the pillow and presses it against his face

That doesn't help him much, his whimpers and moans are still loud, even louder as you increase your speed, sucking his cock as fast you can, your lips a right ring around his cock and then closing tight around his cockhead, swallowing his cum as it shoots into your mouth

Mark screams your name into the pillow before he rips it in half

His whole body is shaking as he falls back against the wall with a thud and a crack, his head creating a small crack in the wall

That's two times he's damaged the wall

Amusing to you but very embarrassing for him

He's gonna have to learn to control his powers better because he really can't afford to destroy things when he loses his virginity

While you agree with that you really hope that he doesn't stop being vocal, because it gets you so wet when you hear the effect you're having on him

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sp00kymulderr · 2 months ago

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Joel Miller x trans male reader

Words: 900~

Warnings/tags: 18+, explicit. pwp truly no plot here. Reader is a trans man, reader has bottom growth, readers genitals only referred to as cock and dick, unspecified age gap, handjob, dry humping, referenced oral and penetrative sex, horny horny horny. D/s undertones. Unedited, unbeta'd, all mistakes my own.

A/N: This is definitely lover boy adjacent however I've never specified anything about reader being on T in the series, so consider it an au if you prefer. as always with these, I am aware the trans experience differs for all but I do hope this can be enjoyed by any who needs it!

Joels hand is heavy on your chest, weighing you down and keeping your body pinned half beneath his on the couch. You've thought and thought about how this would feel, how being covered by the older man would be. His weight draped over you, lips on you and his breath tickling your skin, deep voice rumbling in your ear. It's better than you ever dreamt.

His other hand has been unceremoniously shoved in your boxers; both of you too desperate and too eager to even bother with trying to be coy about it.

"Fuckin' hell" He growls when his fingers rub over your cock. His lips graze against the warm skin of your cheek and then teeth are scraping down to bite at your jaw. You think he’d swallow you whole if he could. You think you’d let him.

“This cock is getting big, hm?” He murmurs, tips of his fingers barely rubbing against you, agonising and making you squirm.

You let out an embarrassing noise somewhere between a squeal and a gravely moan but it barely even registers, your mind slipping deep into pleasures desired for who knows how long. So long. You’re horny all the time these days, but especially horny for Joel Miller. In fact you haven’t stopped being horny over Joel for a single second since you met him, and apparently he’s been feeling the same way for you.

"Oh damn, all for me. You hard for me, huh? Fucking knew it" He groans, tongue tasting the salt on your skin before he's kissing you, holding your chin with he free hand as his tongue explores your mouth.

All you can do is vaguely nod and let out a whine into his mouth when he starts to rub you, up and down between fingers. Playing with your cock better than you ever could. The first person to touch you there since it started to grow and it’s him. Maybe you’re having another wet dream?

No, you’re not. He breaks the kiss to bite at your lip then grins as he adds a little more pressure to the movement of his fingers and your eyes roll back, pleasure running up your spine like electricity. He must know you're still extra sensitive, and he's using that to his advantage.

"Yeah, you like that don't you? Letting me do this. Want more, do ya?”

You nod enthusiastic and wide-eyed and he laughs, cooing at your pitiful look.

"Aw, I bet you do...bet you jerk off to the thought of me suckin’ you off"

“Mmm” you answer, words not forming in your brain, nothing but broken sounds travelling to your mouth.

Joel grunts and pinches your chin a little harder, his eyes are hard on yours – waiting for an answer.

“I d-did...I do...can’t help it…” you manage, somehow.

His satisfaction radiates through the cocky smile that forms, and it’s enough to distract you for a split second when he removes his hand from your boxers before he shoves two fingers past your lips. Your mind goes blank, only knowing to suck on them, only knowing to whine pathetically at the loss of his hand on your dick.

It doesn’t last long when he shifts the position slightly so he can start to rut against you, rolling his hips so the hardened mass of his bulge meets your own covered hard-on and you shiver helplessly. Holy fuck, you think, but not a single coherent word makes it out of you.

You gasp, the sensation unfamiliar, the grind and rock he’s started making your eyes flutter closed and your breath stutter. The pleasure feels so different and you can't get enough. Like this, with him, is better than it's ever felt.

"Oh fuck Joel" You moan out, rocking your hips to his rhythm. Letting him get you off as you lie there and take it. He's enjoying himself immensely, you can tell. There’s a determination and a possessive need to him. You think he’s been after this for a while, with the way he's always checking up on you; making sure things are okay, checking that you're not getting into the kind of stupid trouble with older men he only wanted you to get into with him.

"Jesus, you're getting there huh….yeah you are. So hot, baby boy. So goddamn hot getting you off like this. Knew you’d take it so good...gonna let me fuck you later, right? Yeah, yeah, gonna fuck you hard and stroke your cock and make you mine” Joel is rambling more to himself at this point but christ if every word isn’t making your writhe and ache and pulse with your quickly building orgasm. Of course you’re going to let him fuck you, you’ll let him do whatever the hell he wants, you get to be his man...

You don’t even have to say it, he knows it.

You come with a shudder, and groan of his name, hand grasping tight into the couch cushion beside you. Panting and sweat-slick as he watches with that satisfied smirk again and he’s rumbling praise into your ear.

You lean up to kiss him but he’s already standing up and then stepping back. Buckle of his belt jingles and he leaves it to hang open as he pulls the zip of his jeans down. All the while his eyes stay on you.

“Come on then, show me what a good boy you are”

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