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bokunoheros · 2 months ago

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˚࿔ LOVE BUZZ | KINKTOBER 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

🪲 authors note :// to my 7 iida fans, I hope my kinktober posts of him will feed you well

topics discussed and warnings:// modern/no-powers au, smut, tenya works a 9-5, you work from home, apology sex, thigh riding, shower sex, very light bdsm undertones (mentions of tenya iida being a switch), established relationships (you two happen to be married), hand jobs, kissing, p in v, readers gender is not specified but i do use female anatomical terminology and reference reader as ‘wife,’ FLUFFFFFFFFF, slice of life a little, tenya is such husband material i love him so much, ‘rough’ sex

word count:// 2404 raunchy words

ᯓ heed the warnings laid before you, your media consumption is your responsibility! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

every WORD under the cut will be R-RATED- SO, +18 only, respect my wishes regarding interactions.

𝜗𝜚 no beta, we die like men.

✎ᝰ His texts were always so formal with you.

“Eat without me. I’ll be late.”

“I’m very sorry, I promise I will make it up to you.”

“I won’t be any later than 8 pm. I’m sorry, I love you.”

Though disappointed, you weren’t surprised to be eating dinner at the table alone again. You worked from home, and your husband, Iida Tenya, worked away at a law firm. You sent him back a vague and honestly petty ‘love you too’ message as you ate dinner alone for the third time this week. You could never be mad at him, no, never. You’d only play it up just to get coddled by him, kissed and spoiled.

After you finished your portion of dinner, you packed up his and sat it in the fridge, before wandering into the living room to have your personal phone time. A few minutes passed and he texted you that he was coming home and would be there soon. You didn’t care to reply, just huffing as you read the message before continuing to scroll through your image feed.

Within 15 minutes he’s knocking at the front door. He usually would let himself in, which was odd at first but you figured he probably had his hands full of paperwork. You got up from the couch with a tired groan, following the echoed noise of knocking until you opened the door.

There your husband stood with a tired smile on his face, holding his briefcase with one hand and a nice bouquet in the other. Your originally cold and upset expression melted immediately, your lips parting with a soft ‘oh.’

“I’m sorry I’m late. Again.” Your husband sighed, adjusting the flowers in his hand. They were your favorite kind too, dotted about with other smaller flowers like baby's breath and eucalyptus branches.

“Tenya,” you pouted, stepping closer to take the arrangement from him, holding it gently in the palms of your hand. He stared down at you, studying your reaction. “I got done as quick as I could but, I figured I owed you something.”

You snorted, “You know you don’t have to,” your fingers brush over every petal, savoring the velvety feel of each one.

“You always say that.” Tenya chuckles, rubbing the side of his neck. He watches you chew on the inside of your cheek while you observe the flowers he’s bought you.

You glance up at him before hoisting yourself up on your tippy-toes to give him a gentle peck on the lips. “I’m not mad at you, I promise.” Tenya nods, but he still looks dissatisfied with himself for hardly being home and letting work consume him. You step out of the way so he can come inside, closing the door behind him and locking it. He slips off his shoes with a sigh, dropping his briefcase of paperwork to the floor with a clunk. You stride to the kitchen to find a vase to put your flowers in, and when you finally place them into their glad enclosure with a hum, you're startled by your husband wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“Gah!” You yell, chuckling while he tightens his arms around your front. “Mm, sorry.” He purrs into your neck, his glasses scratching your skin briefly as he moves to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Want any dinner? I put it in the fridge for you.” You ask, leaning into his chest.

He shakes his head, “No, save it.”

“Are you sure?” You questioned him, rubbing his forearm with your hands. “You worked all day, did you eat lunch?”

Tenya chuckled into your shoulder, nuzzling his nose against what the collar of your tee shirt exposed. “I ate what you made me, it was delicious.” His arms tightened around you ever so slightly, “Forget about me, did you eat?”

You nod, raising one of your hands to brush into his hair. “Good,” he says, lifting his lips to your ear before he whispers: “Care for dessert?”

The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you can’t help but shiver at this obvious proposition. You smile faintly to yourself, pretending to act as if you didn’t catch his drift. “What did you have planned?”

Tenya’s voice vibrates in your ear, “Hmm, I dunno…” he trails off momentarily, his tongue swiping a line down your neck. “You.”

You sigh as his teeth brush against your flesh, rolling your neck to the side for him. “Why don’t you join me in the shower, hm?”

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer,” you chortle, nails scratching his skin. He lets out a pleased sigh, “Get in without me, it’s my turn to do dishes.” A hand slides over your rear, squeezing the fatty flesh there before he pulls away from you. You roll your eyes at him, lovingly of course, before you head to your master bathroom.

You leave the door open as you start to undress, listening to the sounds of plates clinking together as your dear husband washes them. Once you’re fully undressed, you open the doors to your glass shower and start the water, stepping in when it’s the right temperature to steam up the glass.

You’re rinsing your face when your husband joins you, slipping behind with a soft ‘hello.’ You share the water for the moment, letting each other rinse off, and taking the time to massage one another’s back when you swap back and forth between the shower head. When you go to swap again, you turn to your husband and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. Your lips mingle and his big hands find your fleshy hips, sighing into your mouth as he feels you up and down. Without his glasses the metal isn’t poking you in the face, and it makes it so much easier for you to slip your tongue as far as you can into his mouth. Tenya grips you tightly, pulling your hips flush to his. His semi-hard erection presses into your lower stomach and gives you butterflies.

“I love you,” he huffed into your mouth, licking his tongue along your bottom row of teeth. You hum in response, dragging your hands down his chest. He only lets you hum back as he moves you, pushing you flush against the tile. You shudder and gasp into his mouth when the cold ass tile hits your bare skin.

You recovered and snake one of your hands down to his cock, teasing his balls in your palm. Your husband breaks away from your lips and nuzzles into your cheek with a puff, his wet hair dripping onto your shoulders. You move to kiss his neck, licking up the water in his skin as you move your thigh between his legs, hoisting your foot onto the lip of the shower. He grunts as you force your leg between his, and he unconsciously grinds his hips into your thigh. Holding his arms above you to stabilize himself, he rocks back and forth while you continue to kiss at his neck and shoulders, using one hand to wrap around his dick and start a gentle pace.

“Mm, my God…” Tenya breathes, resting his forehead against the tile in front of him. You pump his cock until he’s fully erect in your hand, using your free hand to force him to ride your thigh. You chuckle into his skin, sucking a bright red mark into his collarbone. “M’You like that, baby?” You ask him, kissing his jaw tenderly.

He moans your name as you fist the top of his cock in your hand, “Mhf— Fuck, I do.” He grinds back and forth on your thigh, lazily rolling his hips while you jerk him off. Tenya isn’t one to curse, but when you two have sex the words roll off his tongue so naturally. You purr against his skin, squeezing his shaft as your other hand teases his rear, spreading him apart ever so slightly. He bites his lip to swallow a grumbling moan, balling his fists up.

He narrows his eyes, his demeanor changing as he starts to feel himself grow closer and closer to the brink— “Stop, mm’wanna cum in you.” he grunts, one of his big hands finds your throat, turning you to look up at him before he slams his lips against yours again. Your stomach flips and any objections are muffled by his puffy lips, his calloused fingers tightening around your jaw softly. You let go of his cock, straightening yourself back up and removing your leg from between his thighs. His hand moves to hold you steady by the nape of your neck, biting your lip as he kisses you. You moan softly into his mouth when you feel his over hand slide up your abdomen and to your left breast, groping the meat there.

He moves both his hands to your waist, turning you with him so that his back faces the tile wall while yours faces the glass doors. Tenya has to force you off of his lips to turn you around, facing you towards the doors. You pant as he presses you softly against the foggy glass, your cheek wiping the dew away. His hands land on your hips, his thick erection resting against the valley of your ass. He huffed behind you, his hands admiring every inch of your curves as you watched slack-jawed against the glass. Grinding against your ass, you hum, resting your palms on the glass while you push your hips back against his. Tenya leans down to kiss your shoulder blades with a gentle smile, muttering softly into your skin.

“Missed you so bad,” you moan at his words, moving your feet as he kicks your ankles open. The dominant hand on your hip moves over your navel before his skilled fingers find your cunt, using his index and middle finger to tease your clit. Your legs shake as he twirls his fingers in circles.

“Mm’Tenya, please—“ you mewl and he shifts his balance, straightening up his back. One hand leaves your hips to curl around his dick, angling himself for your cunt. Your husband uses his thumb to spread your lips, before he teases your clit with his cockhead. You shiver, pelvis twitching as he pushes himself against your puffy bud. He plays with his cock around your cunt, lathering himself in your arousal before he finally braces himself to enter you.

His thick cock slips in with little to no resistance, and you can’t help but hold your breath at the stretch. Your husband groans as he pushes himself in until your hips are flush together and his testicles tease your clit. His hands find purchase on your hips once more, keeping you steady as your knees quiver.

“Mmhhf…” you huff, pressing your forehead against the glass. He slowly pulls back, staring at how your pussy tries to suck him back in. “God, you always feel so good…” your husband mutters under his breath, keeping you spread with his thumbs. He pulls back until he’s barely inside of you before torturing you with another slow thrust, shoving himself balls deep again.

“D—Don’t tease me, Tenya…” your eyes flutter shut when his cockhead glides over that one fucking spot, “Fffuuck.”

He shushes you, gripping your hips tighter. “Just…” he trails off, biting his tongue. He pulls his hips back again, before thrusting back faster this time. He’s driving you fucking insane, but holy fucking shit does your husband have the cock of a god so you can’t complain. “Stay still, honey.”

His words roll off his damn tongue like molasses even though he’s starting to pick up the pace. His balls slap lightly against your clit as he keeps filling you with himself over and over. One hand leaves your hip to grip your shoulder, forcing you back on his cock as he starts to fuck you like a feral man. You spew moans from your mouth as he suddenly starts a rough pace. You move your face to rest your cheek against the glass, glancing back at him as he fucks you from behind.

Your sweet husband glances up at you with a smirk, slowing down just to spite you. Your eyes flutter shut with a pathetic moan, letting him manhandle you how he wants. He moves you closer to the glass so that your back is flush with his chest, doing this all while he is completely still inside you. You wince as your hard nipples slide against the cold glass doors, before his hands come to grope your tits.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters into your ear while he starts to speed his hips back up until he’s fucking barreling his cock into you, and the only thing you can to is cling to the glass like some fucking frog. Those big hands of his bite down hard into your tits, making you cry a painful moan. “Mm’my beautiful fucking wife—“ Tenya groans, and keeps fucking you into the glass until the panes shake, your eyes rolling back into your head before they flutter shut at his compliment. You can help but squeeze him tighter and tighter, your legs starting to shake as he fucks you closer to your orgasm.

“Tenya— mmfffhh, fuck—“ you mewl, “‘Gonna make mmm— cum—“ he suckles your neck at your words, nipping and biting at your skin as he keeps his pace, his dick brushing over right where you need him over and over. You tense, moans getting caught in your throat as you start to come around his cock, your knees buckling under yours and his weight. He lets go of your breasts and catches you, but he doesn’t stop his pace. You hold onto him, gritting your teeth as he bites into your shoulder as he comes, shooting all of his pent up arousal into you. Your husband gasps against your skin as he pushes himself as far as he can, making sure to coat every inch of your cunt with his semen.

“Hmm, Tenya.” You hummed with a pleased expression on your face. He hurries his face into your neck with a sigh, “Sorry, I might’ve been too…”

You shook your head before interrupting him, “No, I liked it.”

You sighed, “we're gonna have to shower again.” Tenya chuckled, “We’ve already wasted so much water.”

THANK YOU FOR READING! if you wish to see more of me, ₊⊹

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vxnuslogy · 3 months ago

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— will they, won’t they.

pairing: hoshina soshiro x gn!reader

premise: hoshina soshiro has been hopelessly in love with you for years now. and for the first time, you finally hear him say the words "i love you."

— warnings: down bad + jealous hoshina, modern setting, reader is a kyudo player.

— author's note: little miss says she's going on a break then proceeds to write about hoshina soshiro for all the dying fans (its me, i'm the dying fans.) art credits to @.BByo_chick on twitter.| ~700 words.

“how long are ya gonna keep me here?”

“no one is forcing you to.”

hoshina only clicks his tongue and stares at the dojo walls. his finger impatiently tapping at his chin as he hits crossed leg on the floors. it’s half past 5 in the afternoon now and you have no intentions of going home anytime soon.

“i’m gettin’ bored here,” he drawls, hands stretching over his head as he watches you shoot another arrow with pin-point accuracy that makes his smirk twitch uncomfortably. you’ve gotten too good at kyudo, and it shows.

“then go home,” you reply as you pull the bow back and aim for your next shot. “you don’t have to keep waiting for me to finish.”

but that was the thing: hoshina wanted to wait for you and he always will.

he wants everyone to know that you had him and he’s all you’ll ever need. there was no need for that guy who caught your fall a few days ago—not when he’s been catching you for the past 3 years. he was your guide in the train station every morning, so why do you keep trying to go to the station earlier and ask your junior for directions? hoshina soshiro was always by your side, so why couldn’t you see that?

“i’ll wait,” he murmurs into his hand, eyes looking at anything but at you. “got nothin’ to do at home anyways.”

it was a weak excuse, but it always does the trick. you always relent and let him stay but not without throwing a look over your shoulder that screams “you’re acting strange.” because he was. hoshina, against his will, feels his lips being tugged into a frown whenever you interact with anyone that isn’t him.

that sounds very bad–it is bad in a sense–but hoshina would never dream of taking away your freedom. so he just watches, painfully by the sidelines, with a scoff on his face as another student from a rival school stammers to ask for your number. it was irritating, having to watch everyone throw themselves at you when you’re clearly uninterested.

“what the hell will happen if i’m not by yer side, captain.” hoshina jests as you pack up your stuff and lock the dojo.

“is this about earlier?” you ask with an amused lilt to your voice. “when the new student asked for my number?”

hoshina hated how you always aimed for the heart.

“i have no idea what yer talkin’ about,” he weakly tries to change the topic. hoshina racks his brain to think of something—anything—to help change the conversation, but his mind keeps circling back to you. how you almost looked serious when some guy–who was leagues below you by the way–had the gall to ask you out for a date.

“never took you for the jealous type.” you tease.

“it’s because ‘m not.” he said through gritted teeth, hands balling into small fists against his school bag. “‘m lookin’ out for ya, alright? that guy was a creep. i’m keepin’ yer ass safe from weirdos.”

you looked unconvinced but didn’t comment on his unusual aggressiveness. hoshina let out a frustrated sigh, a hand coming to ruffle your hair and pull just a tiny bit closer that would make everyone question your relationship. this was driving him crazy but he couldn’t do anything about it.

“‘m not jealous. get that over yer pretty little head.”

and until you both got on the train and went your separate ways to go home, hoshina soshiro never once let your hand drop to your side. he kept you impossibly close to his side and whispered sweet good lucks into your ear. body so comfortably lax in your presence he was slouching on the train seat so he could bury his nose in your hair.

hoshina soshiro was so unfathomably in love with you.

how could he not love you when you use your own heartbeat to calm his erratic one during every competition? when every hug has his mind spinning with gold and you. every victory is dedicated to your name, and no trophy or medal could ever compare to the feeling of running into your arms and drowning in your praise.

“i love you.” he mutters as you sleep peacefully on his shoulder on your way home. how many years has he been saying it before he lost count? it’s truly just a matter of when you’ll wake up and finally realize it yourself.

he feels the blood rush to his brain as he throws himself on his bed, unable to wipe the image of you smiling as if you had heard him.

#soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro x reader #soshiro hoshina #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 x reader #first kn8 fic kinda nervous #( 🂡 ) – royal flush of stories .ᐟ

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woso-dreamzzz · 3 months ago

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Injured (Alba's Version) II

Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader

Summary: Something is missing

There is something missing, Alexia thinks that evening.

She isn't sure what it is but she knows there's something. Something should be at home but isn't.

It can't be Olga because she knows Olga is in Madrid with a client and won't be home for another week. Alexia misses her for sure, calling every night to make sure she's okay and ordering little gifts for Olga to find when she finally comes home again.

It's not Jaume because he's already in bed, fast asleep after a long training session after school. He's been doing well in school, solidly in the middle of the pack with all of his tests and exams. He's balancing everything very well.

The thought of her son fills her with pride. He's doing so well with his training too, leaps and bounds ahead of those in his age range and only seems to be getting better and better.

Alexia can already see, in her mind's eye, him debuting for Barcelona as a teenager. He's got the talent for it and the drive.

Playing for Barcelona is his dream, to be clad in the colours of the first team and play in a sold out Camp Nou just like Alexia did all those years ago.

She walks around her house, checking doors and windows are locked to try and work out what she's missing.

She checks the mantelpiece, in case a picture has fallen down but there's nothing.

All of Jaume's school photos are hanging up in pride of place for everyone to see. Nothing has fallen off. Nothing has appeared out of nowhere.

The only thing there is a layer of dust that should probably get cleaned up tomorrow when she has time.

But Alexia's not quite sure what she's missing as she heads back up the stairs.

Jaume's bedroom door is slightly open and she can see him snoozing happily through the crack like normal. Your bedroom door is closed.

That's normal too.

Your door is always closed. You always hide yourself away in your room, hidden from everyone else for most of the hours of the day.

Alexia sighs, shaking her head.

She's not quite sure what to do with you.

You finish school this year...

No, that's not right.

You finish school next year?

Maybe the year after that?

Alexia's not quite sure but either way you need to talk to her about your future, about what you want to do with your life.

Ballet is a nice hobby to have but Alexia doesn't know if you're talented enough to make it a job. Nothing has come home for you in a while and there's been no invitations to recitals and performances. To be honest, Alexia doesn't quite know if she's still paying for lessons for you because you never tell her about them.

It hardly matters though because soon enough you'll need an actual job and Alexia needs to know if you'll go straight out into the work force or if you're going to be going to university.

She isn't quite sure what you'd study but your self sufficient enough to know by this point.

Alexia can't remember the last time you've asked her for something but that hardly matters either. You've been independent for a while now. You know how to sort yourself out.

Alexia would just like to know in advance so she can plan her own stuff out like if you're going to need company when touring a university or if you're happy to do it by yourself.

She yawns, finally tearing herself away from your closed door.

It's very late and Jaume's got early morning practice that she's got to drive him to.

He could get himself there all on his own if he really wanted to. He's been very smug about his new bus pass, allowing him to meet up with his friends without Alexia shepherding him everywhere.

But, still, the mornings before football practice are something special between Alexia and Jaume.

Just the two of them in the car together.

They talk about everything and nothing.

It's the perfect time to catch up with her son, Alexia thinks. He's a very busy boy when school and friends and football is taken into account.

He does so much and has so little time so the car journey is always the best time to talk to him and find out what's been going on in his life.

It's a time that Alexia looks forward to every week but it's very early in the morning that they have to leave though so she really should be getting to bed.

Whatever conversation you and she should have can be delayed a little longer.

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

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arcielee · 10 months ago

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Ābrazȳrys

Summary: Aemond goes to see if the king is truly dead and finds his wife instead. Paring: dark!Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader Word Count: 1900+ Warnings: MDNI, dark[ish]!Aemond, Reader AFAB, noncon elements, ghostly voyeurism? rough sex, p in v unprotected, creampie, breeding kink when you squint. Author’s Note: So, this is not for the poll I just had, but something that came from rambling with my muses [thank you lovelies]. This is dedicated to @namelesslosers whose recent piece already had my mind thrumming with dark!Aemond ever since I read your story. Thank you, Mari, this is mostly your fault. �� Not beta read, my mistakes are my own and I am woefully sorry for them all. Also, Sȳz ābrazȳrys is Valyrian for good wife.

An accord was struck between the Warden of the North and King Viserys; you were then packed to be sent away to the capital, to wed his second son, Prince Aemond. Your purpose, you learned, was to placate the growing rift within the house of the dragon, but you soon realized it was not something that could be easily mended.

Aemond was complexity carved from marble, both beautiful and statuesque as the blood of Old Valyria was rumored to be. You saw his ire was not unfounded when the crowned princess had returned to flaunt her sins at her side, their tousled dark hair as bold as the crimson curve that cut through the left side of your husband’s face.

You felt the shift, saw the hatred now etched onto his sharp features at the sight of them. “Bastards,” he had murmured loud enough for you to hear. His tone was dark, his hold on your hand stopping the blood from reaching your fingertips.

The tension brought with their arrival was palpable, weaving through the Red Keep and pouring into the Small Hall where dinner was held, as per the king’s request. The pleasantries seemed forced and it ended with a scathing toast, an outburst, and when you tried to follow after Aemond, he had been quick to dismiss you.

You often struggled to find your place in King’s Landing. Aemond was courteous, but cold; both diligent and disinterested in the same breath. He treated you as his duty and it left your heart aching for more. It could not be sated with his family: Aegon was too lost in his cups, as was Helaena but with her dreams, and you had never met the youngest prince, as he was tucked away at Oldtown.

This left you to shadow the queen, which was how you now found yourself quietly at her side, your gaze accompanying her own–her brown eyes were wide and wet and fearful all at the same time. Her handmaiden had brought you to her quarters to hear it firsthand: the king was dead. Now you watched as the Silent Sister finished the wrappings on the body.

There was an attempt to mask the smell of death with the tapers lit, with the cloves and fresh herbs crushed for a smoldering incense that curled upwards into the air, but the lifelessness remained, prominent still. You could only assume it was something so intricately knitted with the late king, a man who had lingered so long on the precipice that life had long rotted away before he had taken his final breath.

Alicent waited until they left before she took the crown and placed it on top of the body. You watched her shudder with a choked grief, her hands pressing onto the altar to hold herself upright until she could regain her queenly composure. She then excused herself without a word, leaving you alone with the dead.

The body in front of you was not your family, but only your king. Your own unshed tears were from the fear you felt, from the loss that would come with the inevitable civil war; you saw flashes of red from the blood to be spilled, black from the ash that would rain over the kingdoms.

“He is even smaller in death.”

You knew the voice, so low but it still wrenched the air from your lungs. You looked up to see your husband poised in the doorway. “It is something that comes for us all, it is inescapable,” Aemond finished, his eye now trained to you.

It seemed a murmured thought and you were uncertain if he would continue it, uncertain if the words spoken were even meant for your ears to begin with. You swallowed thickly, your throat dry from the smoke. “My husband,” your voice cracked with compassion, “I am so sorry–”

“I am not.”

It cuts through you, halting your tongue. You watched him carefully, warily, as his lips curled upwards. “For too long I have watched him slowly wither beneath the crown handed to him by a council,” and he looked back to the altar, a bitterness brewing. “He hid behind some want for a faux peace, but only because he lacked the conviction and the spine to speak the truth.”

His tone clipped, his smile now cruel and cutting into his cheeks as he stepped towards you with his slow, distinct gate. You remained rooted, unwilling to wilt under the weight of the harsh truth that could now be spoken out loud and without repercussions.

You tried again: “Are you certain of this? Of her misdeeds–?”

This time your voice caught once he was close enough for his fingers to trail along the side of your face, coming to cup your cheek and hold your gaze. His palm was callused from his sword, but gentle to touch, igniting a warmth that pooled towards your core. Your eyes flickered over his smile that remained, your breath knotting in your throat as you realized how tall he now stood, as if a weight had been removed from him.

“Ābrazȳrys,” he murmured, his hold now moving to curl behind at the base of your neck and pull you closer to him. Your hands touched his chest, falling into him and his heat, his sandalwood and smoke, the amber scent that belonged so intimately to Aemond.

You burned from his direct attention, something you had pitifully sought after since you arrived, and it was now being handed alongside the corpse of the king.

And it felt so wrong.

His finger curled under your chin, tilting your head back to look at him. “Perhaps if I put a babe in your belly, you can see how strong the blood of dragon truly is.”

And yet–

“Aemond,” you gasped as his other hand moved to clasp around your elbow, pulling you closer until his mouth captured your own.

The room swam in smoke; you felt drunk from the warmth of his lips and with the way his hands roamed your backside, pulling you flushed against his chest. You could feel the swell of his cock pressing against the seams, a heat that permeated through and spread to ignite your nerve endings.

You sighed sweetly with how you fit against his chest and Aemond deepened the kiss with a desperation that you matched against your own volition. Your arms lifted to wrap around his neck, pulling yourself closer still, and Aemond let out a low groan, a vibration that trilled and tightened in your core.

“Aemond, we should leave…”

His passion would not be abated and instead his mouth claimed yours again. Aemond wrapped his arms around your waist to lift you and pull you away from the dead with staggering steps back towards the enclave of bay windows the sun streaked through. His large hands tore through your layers to touch the soft divot between your thighs, until the pads of his fingers pressed to the wet patch that was growing; he hummed.

You broke away and his mouth then latched to the curve of your neck, biting you, marking you, his passion reborn from the tips of his teeth. You cried out from the mixture of pleasure and pain, your body betraying you with how it responded, with how it craved for more.

You tried again: “Aemond, we mustn’t–”

His hand caught your jaw with a hold that dimpled into your cheeks. “You must know by now that the walls are thick, as my ancestors designed them to be,” his eye looked over your kiss-swollen lips and the blood that was staining your features. “Also, the dead also cannot hear us.”

Aemond then surged against you; you could not fight back, you would not fight back. Instead, your hands balled into his tunic to balance yourself, to return the kiss until all the air left your lungs. You felt his smile against your mouth, his arms returning to snake around your waist and guide until you fell down to the rug that covered the floor; a delicious contrast of the warmth he emitted to the cold of the cobblestone beneath you.

He rucked your skirts up around your waist, his hand moving to pull away the small clothes intimately wrapped around before he slotted himself between your thighs. You felt his length grind against your bare cunt and you gasped, only for the sound to be swallowed with another heated kiss that seared the blood now coursing through your veins.

Aemond paused to look down at you. His hair spilled silver in the sunlight and he watched your corset push against your cleavage, the desperate rise and fall to catch your breath. His one arm propped himself up while the other tugged away at the strings laced at his crotch; your fingers slipped into his loosened waistband, pulling it down until his cock was freed. His fingers then wrapped around his base, flushed crimson with his passion, and you nearly cried as he rubbed his swollen head along your folds, silken with your arousal.

His arms caged you and he pushed into you, filling you with his slow thrusts to fit, until he was fully sheathed within your cunt. Your lips parted wordlessly as your pleasure began to kindle with the slow roll of his hips, something that spread towards the ends and returned to build within your core.

You mewled as his paced quickened, the wet sounds of bare skin suctioning as he fucked you into the rug, bruising your backside against the stone with each snap of his hips; you lifted to cant your own, welcoming the bruising pace. You were breathless, your walls fluttering with the first waves of pleasure coiling tightly at the base of your spine.

“Touch yourself,” he rasped, his breath hot against the curve of your neck.

You hand moved between with a fumbling touch to your pearl, swollen and wet and wanting. The pressure was enough to elicit another cry from you, the tears pearling earlier now spilling. Aemond saw this with the black that possessed his eye and his head dipped to lick your tears; his murmured, “Sȳz ābrazȳrys,” scorching against your skin.

It burst forth with flashes of white, a euphoria brimming on too much as his pace continued, until he was spilling and pulsing within your velvet walls. His weight then rested against you, his head turning to place a sweet kiss to your neck before he pulled away to stand, reaching to bring you back onto unsteady feet.

You swayed a moment and he grabbed you, waiting until you met with his stare. Your eyes were wet as they rolled from him and took in your surroundings; you let out a shaky exhale when you saw the body that had been prepared.

Aemond let go to tuck himself away and then stepped to block your view. He leaned forward to press a kiss to your hairline; your lashes were clumped together from your tears shed, wet against your cheeks when you closed your eyes, savoring the softness of his lips.

“We will win,” his confidence now laced his low tone. He repeated: “Do not worry, we will win.”

And then he left you alone with the dead, with nothing but the remnant pulsing sensation of the pleasure he took, his pearly spend now spilling down between the insides of your legs.

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moonxknightx · 3 months ago

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : STAY WITH ME (PT.3) : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ 2017!Logan Howlett x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff and a bit of angst at the start

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: X-Men

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: Violence, blood/injury, strong language, emotional distress

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: ogan is preparing himself to go to North Dakota, and you share a tender moment before he leaves. Later, he returns with a young mutant, Laura, and a group of enemies confronts you. After a violent encounter, you’re injured, and Logan helps you recover, leading to a deepening connection between you two.

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“ARE YOU SURE YOU GOT EVERYTHING?” You asked Logan as he finished up packing his bag.

Logan sighed while rubbing his forehead. “I think so yeah.” You gave him a small smile while walking towards him.

“Here for you.” You said as you handed him a bag of chips. “For when you’re hungry on the way.”

Logan looked at the bag of chips and then at you. “It’s your favorite right?” You asked when you noticed Logan staring at you.

Logan cleared his throat while nodding. “Yeah these are my favorite, thank you bub.” He gave you a small smile while taking the chips out of your hand and putting it in his bag.

You watched how he turned back to you, unsure of what to do now. “Please be kind for the girl Logan.” You said, causing Logan to roll his eyes.

“I’m serious!” You said a little louder while hitting his arm. “I know.” Logan said with a slight smile.

“Well go then. You promised Gabriela you would be there at 8AM.” You told Logan who nodded and grabbed his bag.

You followed him to his car and watched how he threw his bag on the backseat.

“Well…i’ll see you in a few days then.” Sighed Logan as he opened the door to the driver’s seat.

“Wait.” You said as you came up to Logan and wrapped your arms around his torso.

Logan was surprised at your sudden action but hugged you back nonetheless. “Be safe okay.” You whispered against his chest.

“I will. You too okay? And take good care of Charles and Caliban.” Said Logan as he looked down at you still wrapped around his body.

“I will.” You smiled as you finally let go of him. It pained Logan to see you let go of him. If it was possible, he would’ve taken you with him. But it was too dangerous and someone needed to stay behind to care for Xavier and Caliban.

“See you soon bub.” Said Logan while placing a kiss to your forehead before getting into his car.

You were stunned at what had just happened. Logan almost never initiated physical touch. I mean not since last year. Before, he used to cuddle you and kiss your face all the time but that stopped after the Westchester incident. And now he had kissed you on your forehead again.

You watched as Logan drove away. You kept looking until his car was out of sight before going back inside.

“So he will be back in a few days?” Asked Caliban as you entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Charles.

“Yeah.” You sighed softly. Caliban raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t say anything more as he retreated to his room.

When you were done preparing breakfast for Charles and grabbing his medication, you teleported yourself into his tank.

“Good morning Charles.” You smiled as you walked towards his bed. You placed the usual tray with breakfast on the small table opposite his bed before turning back to Charles.

“Good morning.” He sighed as he tried his best go get up. “Here let me help you.” You offered as you pulled the sheets back and helped Charles into his wheelchair.

“How are you feeling today?” You asked while watching how Charles rolled himself towards the table to eat his breakfast.

“Better than yesterday.” He said before taking a bite of his toast. You smiled as you started making up his bed.

“Something is bothering you.” Charles suddenly said. You turned around so you could look at him.

“Come here.” Charles offered while patting the chair next to him. You did as he asked and sat down next to him.

“Logan is going to be gone for a few days.” You said quietly as you prepared the meds for Charles.

“Is he on a mission?” Asked Charles as you handed him his pills and a glass of water. You hummed. “Sort of.” You answered.

“I regret what i said to him yesterday.” Charles mumbled before taking in his pills with a large sip of water.

“I know.” You spoke softly, remembering how he called Logan a disappointment yesterday.

“He’s dying, child.” Charles said as he looked at you. You tried your best to avoid eye contact as you looked up at the huge ceiling of the tank.

“We will find a cure or a way for him to survive.” You said quietly. Charles smiled at your words before nodding.

“Would you like to play a game of chess my dear?” Charles asked, noticing your slight change in behavior, upon hearing that Logan was dying.

You looked at Charles and started smiling. You always enjoyed playing chess with him.

“I’d love to old man.”

You were laying on your bed when you heard tires screeching outside. You immediately got up and went to your window to see, Logan?

“What the fuck?” You said to yourself before running downstairs and heading outside, Caliban following after you.

“Logan what happened?” You asked as Logan got out of his car.

“Did something go wrong?” Asked Caliban as you both watched Logan walk away.

“The job was wrong to begin with.” Logan said before heading inside, leaving you and Caliban both dumbfounded. Logan wasn’t even gone for two hours. What happened?

“What’s this?” Asked Caliban as he pulled out a green backpack and a ball out of the trunk of Logan’s car.

You turned around and your eyes widened as you recognized the ball. It was Laura’s.

“Logan!” You called as you inspected the backpack. “What?” Sighed Logan as he stepped back outside.

“Look at this.” You said as you showed him the backpack and the ball.

“What the…” Began Logan.

“Who’s that?” Asked Caliban as he pointed at a car approaching.

Both you and Logan looked up at the same time. “Fuck!” Cursed Logan as he watched the car.

“You two get inside and keep Charles quiet.” Logan ordered. Caliban immediately did as he was told but you lingered.

“Logan what’s happening?” You asked slowly. “I don’t know. Get inside now.” Logan ordered again. This time you did as he told you and went back inside.

You sat down in front of the camera screen and watched how a blonde guy stepped out of the car and walked up to Logan.

“Donald Pierce…” You mumbled. “The guy from that business card?” Asked Caliban as he also looked at the screens. “Yes. Get Charles, Caliban.” You said, not taking your eyes off the screen. Caliban nodded and quickly went to retrieve Charles.

A few minutes had passed, Caliban came back with Charles and Logan and Pierce were still talking until someone suddenly threw a metal pipe at Pierce’s head.

“What was that?” You asked as you immediately stood up. “Laura.” Smiled Charles.

You gave Charles a confused look and ran outside, Caliban and Charles following after you.

When you got outside, you saw Laura slowly approaching Logan while Logan looked really fucking confused.

“This is Laura.” Smiled Charles as he motioned for the girl to come closer. “We’ve been waiting for you.” He said. “Come it’s okay.” Charles added.

You watched how Laura walked over to Logan and snatched her backpack out of his hands before following Charles.

As Laura passed you, she shot you a glance before disappearing inside.

You went up to Logan to look at Pierce who laid very unconsciously on the ground.

“Are you okay?” You asked Logan as you took his hand in yours. “Yes i’m fine.” Logan said as he looked down at Pierce.

“Caliban, take his body and drop it somewhere else. Text me when you’re done so i can pick you up.” Logan told Caliban before walking inside the building.

“What if he wakes up before i arrive?” Caliban asked you as Logan had already disappeared.

You looked at Pierce for a while before kicking him in the neck. “Now he won’t.” You said before going back inside as well.

When you entered the living room you saw Logan pulling onto Laura’s backpack while she held it on the other side.

“Logan!” Said Charles while watching. “Logan let go.” You said as you came up besides Logan and ripped his hands away from Laura’s backpack.

Logan huffed and walked towards the sink to grab a glass of water. You sat down next to Laura and gave her a kind smile which she sort of returned.

“Logan, the woman you met, that’s not her mother.” Charles said while following Logan.

“So she talks?” Asked Logan while looking at Laura. “We’re communicating.” Said Charles quietly.

“Communicating?” Repeated Logan as he handed Charles his pills. “Take these in now. We have to get out of here. It’s not safe here anymore. And you can’t have an attack out there, you understand?”

Charles nodded but raised his hand. “Yes but this is the mutant that i told you about.”

Your head whipped up at hearing the word ‘mutant’. “She needs our help.” Charles added.

“She isn’t a mutant!” Scoffed Logan. “Yes she is!” Yelled Charles.

“What’s her gift Charles? Eating? Pipe throwing?” Asked Logan sarcastically while shaking his head.

Suddenly there were rumbling noises outside and the building began to shake slightly.

Laura immediately got up and looked around her. “Hey it’s okay.” You said as you got up as well, trying to calm the girl down.

“Yes it’s just the choo-choo.” Charles said, trying to imitate a train.

“No it’s not.” Grunted Logan as he looked on the camera screen. You quickly went up to Logan and saw multiple cars heading towards your direction on the screen.

“We have to go.” Said Logan as he pushed Charles towards the back door of the building. “Let’s go!” Logan said to you while walking faster.

“Logan the girl!” You said as you looked at Laura. “Leave her, let’s go!” You sighed and motioned for Laura to follow you but she stayed inside.

“Fuck!” You groaned as you followed Logan outside. You helped Logan with getting Charles in the car before getting in yourself. Logan sprung behind the steering wheel and started the car.

He immediately drove off, hoping to find a way to escape but unfortunately cars were closing in on you on all sides.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Yelled Logan as he punched the steering wheel. “Logan!” You said loudly.

“Stay here okay?” Said Logan as he got out of the car to see Pierce in front of him again.

You watched them closely through the window until you saw Pierce punching Logan to the ground.

“Oh fuck no!” You said as you got out of the car. You saw how Logan tried to get up but a group of men came pouncing on him, hitting him and kicking him where they could, until Logan was bleeding.

“Hey assholes!” You yelled, getting the attention from the men who were attacking Logan.

You heard them growling before some of them ran towards you. A small smile appeared on your face as you teleported away just in time.

You spawned behind them and touched their shoulders. “Hit each other until you’re both dead.” You whispered into their ears before teleporting again.

The two men started hitting each other without wanting to, and soon enough they were both on the ground.

You teleported to Logan and pierced the other guys who were still hitting and kicking Logan, in their necks with a small knife you always carried with you.

“Here get up.” You said as you helped Logan up. “Are you okay.” You asked as he held onto you. “Yes, are you?” He asked while checking your body to see if there were any injuries. “I’m fine Logan.” You chuckled as you cupped his cheek.

“There she is!” Sounded Pierce from behind you two. You and Logan quickly turned around to see Laura coming out of the building with something in her hands.

You watched how Pierce tried to lure Laura to him, but Laura didn’t listen. Then she threw the thing she was holding before Pierce’s feet.

It was the head of one of his men.

“Holy fuck.” You said as you watched the sight in front of you. Logan kept you close to him as he watched Pierce’s men raise their guns to Laura.

“We have to help, Logan.” You whispered, but he shook his head. “Not yet.” He said.

The moment Pierce’s men began to fire their guns, Laura started screaming and jumped from man to man scratching at their necks, heads, shoulders, stomach’s and legs.

Then you saw it. Laura had two metal claws coming out of her hands. “Logan…” You breathed as you squeezed his arm.

Logan couldn’t believe his eyes. Charles was right. She was a mutant. And very much like Logan too.

“We have to help her!” You yelled before teleporting to Laura, helping her fight off various of Pierce’s men. Logan joined in as well. Scratching at their bodies as best as he could.

One guy tried to grab you by your neck but you were too fast. You teleported behind him and whispered something in his ear. Before you knew it he was choking on his own tongue while falling to the floor.

“Watch out!” You heard Logan yell as someone grabbed you by your arm and slammed you to the ground.

You felt lightheaded and tried to teleport but it didn’t work. You saw how the man climbed on top of you, a knife in his hand.

Suddenly Logan jumped onto the guy and smashed his claws into his head. “Get the fuck away from her.” He said as he pulled his claws out of the man.

He quickly went over to you and helped you up. “Fuck, are you okay?” Logan asked worriedly. “I’m fine.” You grunted as you held your head.

“We have to go.” You said while watching more cars approach. “Sounds like a plan.” Said Logan as he pulled you with him.

“Here get in!” He yelled as he opened the front door to the passenger seat. You jumped in the car before Logan did the same on the other side.

“Charles are you okay?” You asked as Logan took off. “Y-yes i’m fine.” Said a slightly confused Charles.

“We have to get Laura.” You told Logan. He gave you a nod and turned the car around.

“Laura!” You yelled as you neared her. Laura looked around and saw the car. You watched how she jumped onto the last guy, scratching his head open before she jumped onto the car.

“Fuck she’s amazing.” You smiled slightly as Laura slid into the vehicle through the rooftop window of the car.

Logan sped up and drove right through the entrance gates of the old facility you two had made your home.

“We’re being followed.” You said warily as you saw multiple cars chase after you, from behind and from the sides.

“Shit!” Cursed Logan as he tried his best to keep ahead of them.

A car was approaching your left and you watched how Laura smashed her claws through the window to hit the driver’s head.

“Wonderful…” Chimed Charles as he was watching the young mutant.

The same happened a few more times and you helped Laura. Using your teleporting ability to switch from car to car to kill Pierce’s men.

When it was clear you guys were ahead, you teleported back to Logan’s car.

Logan immediately looked at you with wide eyes. “What? I’m good at what i do.” You smiled causing Logan to shake his head.

“Watch out!” You said while pointing ahead of you. A train was approaching. “We have to be faster.” Logan muttered as he pressed as hard as he could on the gas pedal.

You were pressed back into your seat as Logan drove the car over the railway just in time.

You looked back to see Pierce and his men being stopped on the other side of the railway because of the train.

“We made it!” You exclaimed excitedly as Logan kept driving at full speed.

Suddenly you felt a sharp pain in the back of your left shoulder. “Fuck…” You murmured as you tried to look at what it was.

“Are you okay?” Asked Logan in a worried tone while looking at you. “Yeah i’m fine.” You said uncomfortably as you shifted in your seat.

“You’re bleeding.” You heard Charles say from behind you. Logan immediately looked at your shoulder and saw a red patch of blood forming on your shirt.

Logan cursed under his breath while tightening his hands on the steering wheel. “Logan it’s fine. It’s just a little scratch.” You told him softly.

“Yeah sure.” Logan sighed as he put his eyes back on the road.

After being sure you all were a big step ahead of Pierce, Logan pulled up at a small gas station to refill the gas of the car and to think of what to do next.

“I’m going to the bathroom to see what is going on with my shoulder.” You said softly as you got out of the car with a few grunts.

Logan watched how you disappeared in the small store the gas station owned while sighing.

“Logan.” Charles said, making Logan turn his head to the back of the car to see Laura getting a bit restless.

“Take her to that thing over there.” Charles pointed in front of him and Logan followed his finger. It landed on a small machine in the form of a pony. It was that kind of thing where you put in some coins and the pony would move for a minute or so. Logan scoffed while shaking his head.

“Please Logan.” Sighed Charles. Logan rolled his eyes before getting out of the car. “Fine.” He said while opening the back door for Laura.

Laura followed Logan to the pony and got lifted onto it by him. “Here.” Logan said as he handed Laura a handful of coins. He explained to Laura what she needed to do and then told her to stay put before also entering the small store of the gas station.

Logan immediately made his way to the restroom while calling your name.

“In here.” You said as you opened your stall. “Are you okay?” Asked Logan softly. “No i need your help.” You sighed as you went out of the stall into the main area of the restoom with a mirror and a sink.

“Here.” You said while handing Logan a small first aid kit. “I just bought it.” You explained when you noticed Logan’s confusion.

“I need you to stitch me up.” You spoke softly while turning to Logan. “Okay.” Was all he said as he stepped closer to you.

He placed the first aid kit on the sink before clearing his throat. “I think it works better if you take off your shirt.” Logan said awkwardly while avoiding your gaze.

“Okay.” You nodded and tried to take your shirt off, but you couldn’t due to the immense pain you were feeling in your shoulder.

“Here let me.” Logan offered quietly as he put his hands on the hem of your shirt. He very carefully pulled your shirt up and gently removed both of your arms out of the sleeves without causing too much pain.

“There you go.” Smiled Logan slightly as he threw your shirt on the sink as well.

“Thank you.” You smiled while looking up at him. Logan suddenly realized that you were just wearing a bra now and quickly looked away.

“Okay let’s get you stitched up.” He said while clearing his throat. “Yeah sure thing.” You said as you turned to the mirror. You watched how Logan moved behind you and opened the first aid kit. He grabbed the needle and a thread and started prepping.

After years of keeping his emotions tightly guarded, Logan finally allowed himself to let you in. Seeing you get hurt had triggered something in him, even though the injury was small, he realized he couldn’t stand the thought of losing you too.

It was a small yet profound moment when he helped you tend to your injury, his hands gentle despite the hardened exterior. As he carefully stitched up your wound, the walls he'd built around his heart began to crumble, revealing a vulnerability he had denied for far too long.

In that shared silence, Logan's silent admission of trust and affection spoke volumes. When he finished stitching your injury, he turned you around and looked into your eyes, and in an unspoken understanding, you both leaned in, sharing a tender kiss that sealed the beginning of a deeper, more genuine connection.

“Lo…” You whispered as your lips parted. “I love it when you call me that.” Logan breathed as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry it took me this long to let you in.” He said quietly while closing his eyes. “It’s okay Lo.” You smiled softly while running a hand through his hair.

“Please don’t ever get hurt again.” Logan chuckled slightly. “It wasn’t even that bad asshole.” You laughed as you playfully hit Logan’s arm.

“Still, i don’t like seeing you in pain.” Logan shrugged. You rolled your eyes before taking a step back. “I’ll be more careful then.” You smirked slightly before you heard someone clearing their throat.

You both looked to your right to see Laura in front of you.

“What the fuck.” Muttered Logan, immediately transforming back into his usual grumpy self.

You watched how Laura walked towards you and handed you a new white shirt. “Thank you Laura.” You smiled sweetly.

“Did you even pay for that?” Asked Logan, but Laura ignored him and left the restroom.

Logan sighed as he rubbed his temple. “I’m going to pay for that shirt. See you outside?” Asked Logan softly. You smiled and gave him a nod.

You watched how Logan placed a soft kiss on your forehead before leaving the restroom as well.

Logan couldn’t help but smile as he exited the restroom and thought back to the kiss you and him shared just moments ago.

He was so glad it happened, but he was also so angry at himself for letting it take so goddamn long. He knew he wanted you a long time ago. He was just so afraid of scaring you away, or hurting you, or letting you die. But Logan knew that was all nonsense now. He would never let anything bad happen to you. He would protect you until his last breath.

He swore that to himself.

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hotreadingwitch · 8 months ago

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Bucky x Reader - Whiskey & Wine

Content Warnings/Kinks: OMEGAVERSE-ish, arranged marriage, praise kink, alpha kink, cum swallowing/play, choking, licking, hickeys, fingering, oral sex, penetrative vaginal sex (+ knotting), impregnation/breeding

Silent, stoic, cruel even, but undeniably 100% Alpha. Y/n had only heard reverent praise and scared whispers regarding the character of her soon-to-be husband James “Bucky” Barnes. She figured it was lower-level werewolves, ones with no real connection to him, that spoke of him this way. Maybe, though logic made her think otherwise, he was simply a kind man with a bad reputation. Surely not, but all she could do was hope…

The traditional march played as the wedding planner, a female werewolf of her future husband’s pack, ushered her down the aisle. Almost tripping on her heels, she tried her best to put one foot in front of the other. She passed her parents, the same ones who’d offered her up for the engagement in the first place, as well as members of both their packs sitting within the small church. Bucky’s back was broad, his stance dominant, powerful, and intimidating. Only when she was firmly planted next to him did he finally spare her a glance.

His gaze flicked up and down her face, as if he were tracking her or waiting for a particular shift in expression, one of fear perhaps, like he was used to seeing. She jutted her chin, packing away the stories of malice she’d heard about the man standing beside her at the alter, for sanity’s sake if not for her own self-preservation, because, though potentially cruel, he was possibly the most beautiful person she’d ever seen in her life. Her face must’ve flickered with the internal conflict warring within her because Bucky’s gaze sharpened, drinking her in like he’d sip whiskey over ice, slowly and with leisurely purpose.

Then, just as he’d finished looking her up and down, clear hunger in his eyes, his nostrils flared and his eyes widened. She knew then, flush creeping up the back of her neck, that they’d noticed it at the exact same time…the scent, the intoxicating smell. To her, he oozed of leather, wood, salt, and fire, but also, somehow, of home. His scent was so strong it was almost like a siren’s call. What she smelled of to him she did not know though it seemed he was struggling similarly. Her lips parted as her cheeks heated, almost curious enough to ask, as if the eyes of both their packs weren’t watching curiously from the church pews mere feet away.

“Ready, Alpha?” the officiant asked, clearing his throat.

Bucky’s stare was icy, causing the other man to jump slightly. It was as if he didn’t wish for the moment to be interrupted. She tucked that information, as well as the overwhelming realization of what his scent meant, away to deal with after the ceremony.

Y/n could barely focus on the words the officiant was saying. The religious component of weddings had never truly interested her. After a while, they were coming close to the end of their vows,

“…through sickness and health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part? The officiant asked.

“I do” Bucky responded, with so much certainty it startled Y/n.

“And you, Y/n’ he prompted, “do you promise to take James through sickness and health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

The arrangement between them was to broker peace between two confrontational tribes, a marriage made for her on behalf of her parents and his mother. He was older than her by maybe 10 years or so, having just ascended, becoming the Alpha of his pack when his father died. She met his gaze, feeling suddenly, for the first time as if she had a choice. It was something in the open way he was looking at her that made her feel as if she could trust him, as if she didn’t need, let anyone want, to run anymore.

“I do”

Bucky’s shoulders sagged in relief and Y/n was so fixated on the movement that she almost didn’t hear the officiant say, “You may now kiss the bride…”

Y/n’s face heated as Bucky gazed at her with nothing but pure want. The hostility they’d both had prior to meeting each other simply melted away, as did the rows of werewolves viewing the moment between them. His hand gently gripped her face, tilting her face upward. Her eyes fluttered closed as he came closer until suddenly his warm lips brushed against hers.

It was modest, controlled even, and over within seconds. In other words, Bucky’s kiss was nothing like what she’d expected. As she opened her eyes disappointment coursed through her until her eyes caught on his. That smirk, that slight narrowing of his dark gaze. He might not be giving it to her now but he sure as hell would be when a hundred pack members weren’t looking at them in their hotel room that night.

The crowd cheered as they turned toward them. Bucky’s lips grazed her ears then and she could practically hear the smile in his tone when he said, “Later…”

She blushed, taking his hand before making their way up the aisle, walking towards the big church doors and their future.

Click. The door locked behind them.

Bucky’s tall form moved towards her, easily overpowering her space with just a few steps. The hotel they’d been put up in for the night was massive, overlooking the city’s famous skyline, with a king-size bed in the centre of the space. His hand rested on her waist, his thumb caressing her skin. Even the heat from his hand through the fabric of her dress was enough to make Y/n's feelings from earlier all come to the surface. Y/n gazed up at him and judging by the way his tongue ran across his bottom lip, he could tell exactly what she was thinking about.

“I don’t want to overstep Y/n…” Bucky started, his hand still grazing her waist.

“I want you to” she interrupted, “Overstep, I mean…I want whatever you’ll give me tonight”

He cleared his throat and for a second she thought she may have misread the situation, his lingering looks, his words…his scent. Insecurity made her cheeks heat.

“But only if that’s what—“

“Shh,” his hands moved to her warm cheeks before his lips landed on hers, silencing her self-doubt in seconds. She’d normally balk at a guy telling her to shush and yet when Bucky did it her feminist cares went out the window. He kissed her fiercely then, humming onto her lips with pure satisfaction. His hands moved down to her ass as they stumbled backward towards the bed, pushing her down onto the silky sheets. He chuckled darkly as she bit at his bottom lip, dragging her sharp teeth across the delicate skin, “You’re gonna be trouble aren’t you?”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be” she found herself whispering back, eyes still closed.

“And if I just want you Y/n?

That got her to look at him, to truly look, intently searching his gaze.

“Then you’ll have me” Y/n finally kissed him again, groaning into his mouth as his hands travelled across her body, “Take me, Bucky please, I need you…”

His hands moved down, checking her expression to make sure she was both turned on and willing, pushing her wedding gown up so that it sat around her waist.

“Fuck” he swore at the sight of her.

“Like what you see, husband?” She joked, playfully showing off her lacy, white panties to him.

But all she could do was gulp as his eyes darkened quicker than a rolling storm and he began to slowly roll up his shirt sleeves until they rested just below his elbows, giving her a front-row seat to his strong, veiny forearms.

“This arrangement is not—” he started only to stop and collect himself, rubbing at his stubbly chin, “You may joke about it now Y/n but the next time the word ‘husband’ comes out of your mouth it’ll be because you can’t help but scream it”

Before she could even respond, his hands were back on her, caressing the underside of her thighs, spreading her legs wide with gentle but firm pressure. She gasped as he slid her underwear to the side, hungrily taking in the sight of her slick pussy.

“Fuck, you’re soaked for me baby…” he groaned as his fingers started to run up and down her slit, “…Ruining these pretty little panties”

She whined in response, his fingers felt so good her eyes fluttered shut, her brain zeroing in on the pleasure.

“Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she whimpered at the gentle contact, bucking her hips up to meet his touch.

“Good” he declared, his confidence infectious, turning her on even more.

“Yes,” her voice was breathier now, desire taking over her body and mind, the need to please him stronger than her will to live.

Bucky’s finger traced up from her slit to her clit, the simple motion making her shiver and moan softly. He rubbed circles around and around it, languidly, as if he could tease her pussy all day. Her slick made his subtle movements smoother than silk.

“Such a pretty pussy baby” he kissed at her inner thigh, his growl muffled as he sucked on her skin, “So fucking hot…and all fucking mine”

Bucky touched her like she was a goddess, like he believed she deserved to come again and again, as long as it was for him and only him. And she could tell it turned him on to touch her. Not only did his pants look extra tight, but his gaze was dark, and his cheeks flushed beneath brown stubble. He groaned as she ground her hips up, feeling his fingers with more pressure, making her eyes flutter shut.

“Look at me Y/n or I’ll stop touching you right now”

When her eyes snapped open, Bucky’s gaze was piercing.

He came up her body as slow as a predator, his tongue grazing her neck in a strong line, cool air tracing where he’d licked mere seconds later. She couldn’t help but shiver. The smooth lick turned to kisses, a smattering of gentleness that combatted his strong command over her pussy and made her melt into him, somehow even more than she already was.

“…I need you to look at me while I fuck you with my fingers, okay baby? Can you do that for me?” He said as he slunk back down.

“Yes,” she gasped needfully, not taking her eyes off of him.

“Yes, who?”

“Yes Alpha” she whined, pulling his hand back to her.

He slid two fingers into her wet hole, up to the knuckle, and she rocked her clit against his palm, chasing her high, taking everything he was giving to her and more without once breaking his gaze. His other hand mapped her thighs, tracing over her soft skin, almost obsessively. Her back arched at the feeling.

“So wet, so fucking tight…” his lips pressed between her thighs, causing her to gasp.

She whimpered and whined with every flick of his tongue as he licked like her pussy was coated in the sweetest honey.

“My needy baby…” He goaded her, making her groan, “Are you gonna cum all over this tongue?”

“Yes, fucking yes” she growled, gasping, “Don’t stop”

His fingers pumped, curling inside her as they did, his tongue lapping at her clit, until she was on the edge. Her body felt suspended in the air as if she was about to free fall. Back arching, she came, bursting all over his expert tongue. Only after she’d shuddered her way through the feeling did Bucky stop, removing his soaked fingers and sucking up all her juices.

“See that wasn’t so hard baby” he smirked.

“Yeah?” She glared, “Why don’t we see how long you can last being teased like that?”

Bucky’s eyes slowly lifted to hers, “You’re that desperate for my cock?” She aimed to gently slap his shoulder playfully but he caught her hand, grasping it tightly in his, “And here I thought you were a good girl Y/n…or maybe you just want to be fucked like you’re bad?”

She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her lips. Bucky grinned fully, canines on display, before throwing her further up the bed.

“Hands and knees” he commanded, his voice thick with lust.

The time for teasing was clearly over. Y/n flipped over, adjusting herself so that she was in the position he wanted. If her first mistake was being too playful, then her second was looking back over her shoulder just in time to see Bucky unzip his pants and pull out his giant cock.

“It’s too big Bucky…” she whined at the sight, tightening instinctively.

“You can take it baby” he stroked her clit softly between kisses on the back of her neck, warming her up again, “I know you can”

His praise made her practically light up inside. If he said she could take then that meant surely she could. To show she wanted it, she arched her back, letting out a small “please”

He spread her folds, opening her entrance to him before sliding in. She moaned at the feeling, not able to help the way her insides clenched immediately around him. Throwing her back, she was already beyond being far gone. Bucky’s hands swept across the swell of her ass, squeezing the flesh so hard she felt the action in her bones. He thrust slowly, teasing her, dipping his cock in and out of her until he was completely coated in her juices.

“Fucking soaked for me” he growled as he continued, “You've been thinking about taking my cock all night baby?”

“Yes” she whimpered and fuck, she really was a complete mess for him, putty in his veiny, sexy hands.

Bucky’s thrusts continued, speeding up slightly until she couldn’t help but beg him to go faster.

“Please…” Y/n whined, flustered by his teasing cock, “I need it…it—faster—fuck”

His hands ran up the space between her breasts from behind before settling around her neck, pulling her up so that her back was flush with his hard chest. Her heartbeat thundered beneath his palm as he squeezed, the pressure gentle but firm.

“You need what, baby?” His voice was rough in her ear, the sound of his breath so erotic she almost came right then and there, “Use your words and tell me like a good girl”

“I need you to fuck me faster—roughly, please”

If her request felt stupid to express aloud, Y/n’s embarrassment was literally fucked out of her instantly with the power of Bucky’s next thrust. Her back arched, making his cock hit deeper and causing her to gasp. He slammed into her relentlessly and when she looked back he had that feral grin on his face again. It was like he needed it like this, hard and fast, too.

“Bucky…” she whimpered, the noise garbled in her throat.

“Yeah, say my name baby, fucking scream it” he growled, his voice both intimidating and warm.

She clenched tighter around him, moaning at the intensity of the feelings her body was experiencing. He nudged her legs farther open with his knee in response, pushing deeper, eliciting another rumbling groan from her.

“…Right there” she whispered breathily as his groans of pleasure tickled the shell of her ear, turning her on even more.

He thrust and thrust and thrust, pushing so deep into her she thought he’d break her. But she didn’t break, in fact, she felt that with Bucky she probably never would. Moaning she bounced her hips back, driving into him, her pussy practically grabbing him and pulling him further inside. Her mind was turned on by Bucky sure, but her body, that was another thing altogether. She seemed to be having a reaction to him that even her mind couldn’t control. It was something deep within her that was attracted to Bucky, something both restless and needy and cellular.

Logically, she knew he must be her mate. Logically, she knew that having a mate, having sex with a mate, was explosive. What she didn’t know was just how explosive it would truly be.

“As soon as I smelled you, I knew you belonged to me” he groaned, his thrusts puncturing each sentiment, “Sweet wine, berries in the summertime…Perfect, you’re fucking perfect for me Y/n”

“I feel—“ her breathing became more and more laboured with each thrust, “—the same way”

His strong hand, gripped her face, tilting her lips backwards to meet his. Their kiss was passionate and full of all the things they both wanted to say. But they’d found each other, by a stroke of luck they had, and that was all that mattered. Words could wait.

“I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum…” he groaned, his grip on her hips tightening even more, “You know what’s about to happen, baby?”

“Yes,” she affirmed, telling him that she understood before whining, “Please..”

Y/n could feel it swelling beneath her but it didn’t scare her, if anything it made her want his cum more. The need to have him filling her was so intense, her pussy clenched harshly around him. With any other man her tightening that much would surely push him out but not with Bucky, not with her mate. She could feel his knot, his wet lips on her neck, his hand reaching down to flick at her clit, each pleasure making her gasp. Bucky was everywhere but more importantly, he was everything.

“Squeeze me, yes—fuck” he growled in her ear, “Taking me so good—taking all this cum for your Alpha”

“Yes, yes, yes—shit” she chanted, her body blissed out as the waves of her orgasm began to wash over her, ��Please don’t stop”

“I won’t baby, never”

It was Bucky’s lust, his confession, and his confidence in their future together that sent her fully over the edge.

“Fuck” he breathed in a harsh breath as her pussy started to milk him.

She breathed in deeply, holding it in her lungs as the pleasure washed over her, making her body twitch and her back arch. And Bucky held her through it all. His hands roved over her with reverence, taking in her perfect form as it writhed before him as if he was in awe of his skill and how he was able to make her feel that good.

Only when she’d finally finished and he’d deflated, did he pull out of her. She knew then that, after this experience, they’d never part. They’d needed to fuck it out and now the rest of their lives would be better for it. His lips met hers before he began tracing her warm skin, planting kisses in the wake of his gentle fingers.

“You know…” she started, blushing as she immediately caught his focus, “You told me what I smelled like to you but I didn’t tell you what you smell like to me”

“And what do I smell like?” He smiled playfully, eyes still soft and hazy from his orgasm.

“Home”

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kelstey · 10 months ago

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who did this to you?

mattheo riddle x reader

warnings : domestic abuse, mentions of disordered eating, toxic relationship (not with mattheo)

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

"gosh, will you hurry up?" cormac paced back and forth in your dorm as you were getting ready.

"i'm trying," you said trying to control your tears. you quickly set your foundation which was heavily packed on, covering the yellowing bruise underneath.

"fucking finally," he groaned. you got up and placed your robe on before the two of you walked down to the great hall for breakfast. thankfully it was the weekend so you could avoid as many people as possible.

you had tried getting out of the relationship, but he always gaslit and guilt tripped you into coming back. cormac had essentially isolated you from 90% of your friends and anyone you ever came into contact with.

he knew what he was doing, he was limiting your options of people to go to by making you out to be a bad person when you were secretly getting abused physically and mentally by cormac.

at first, he was the sweetest boy you had ever met. you thought you had met the love of your life - the man you would marry. you were terribly

wrong.

as soon as he had you wrapped around his finger, he switched. he constantly picked apart your appearance, belittling you and leaving you with minimal confidence.

he once accidentally slapped you during an argument, he told you he would never do it again. he lied.

at first your friends were concerned, they tried helping you, but cormac threatened you that if you told them, he'd hurt you. you were already hurting enough and you didn't think it was worth the risk.

soon rumours made their way around school that you talked shit about your friends, leading many of your friendships to end. you didn't know it was cormac who has behind all of it.

you spotted matthe staring at you already as you walked into the hall. you absolutely hated him - not for anything in particular, the two of you just never got along and have disliked each other since.

you sat down next to cormac as usual. a plate appeared in front of you, and you began to put bits of breakfast onto the plate. "remember to watch what you eat," he dug a hand into your thigh which caused you to lightly whimper as his nails etched into your skin.

"yes," you looked down at the plate, hardly enough for a baby yet alone a growing teenage girl. you began eating some fruit - filling yet good and cormac always appreciated you eating

'healthy' even though you couldn't give a fuck less what he liked, you would eat whatever when you were alone without him.

you finished and gazed around the hall, your eyes landing onto mattheos again. you sent him daggers, and he rolled his eyes before speaking to his friends.

"i need to go to the bathroom," you leaned into cormac's side. he nodded and you left the hall.

you walked down the hall and to the girl's bathroom, you looked into the mirror, noticing your makeup was slightly smudged and you could see the bruising.

"shit," you panicked, you looked through your bag for some powder and concealer, oblivious to mattheo who just entered the bathroom.

"who did this to you?" you heard a voice say and you jumped, dropping your concealer.

"fucking hell mattheo, do you know how expensive that shit is?" you picked up the concealer, forgetting momentarily about the clear bruise on your face.

"answer the question. who did this to you?" he took a step closer to you.

"no one," you said, it was hardly above a whisper though. you could feel tears well up in your eyes as mattheo observed your face.

"i'll fucking kill him," without a second to spare mattheo turned around and made his way back to the hall.

you followed, quick on his trail. "mattheo, please, don't," you tried to grab onto his arm.

"no - he fucking hurt you! why should he get away with that?!" mattheo was clearly angry, both at himself and cormac.

you didn't say anything and let go of his arm, looking down at the ground. you wanted mattheo to batter the shit out of cormac, but some part of you didn't want to see the guy you were dating get punched to death.

"i'll keep you safe," mattheo's hand reached for your chin, pushing it up slightly so you were looking up at him. "i won't let anyone ever hurt you again."

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

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moonlit-stay · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 2024 ▪ Day 2

▪ Pairing: Lee Minho x Female Reader

▪ Kink: Bath Sex

▪ Genre: Smut

▪ Word Count: 2.2k

▪ Warnings: Soft!Dom Minho, Sub!Fem Reader, established relationship, teasing, dirty talk, sex in a bath tub, unprotected sex, creampie

▪ Other Warnings: tiny mention of being in a crowded place in the beginning, mentions and consumption of food

▪ Please let me know if I missed anything

Color(s) Of This Fic: Heather Grey, Sky Blue, and Basil Green <3

If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with this fic. This fic contains inappropriate content and is strictly 18+

Everything in not only this event, but all of my work in general is consensual. Even if not stated within the work.

Enjoy :)

The sun's brutal rays beam down onto your delicate skin, and you let out a huff as Minho's grip on your hand only tightens as he guides you through the crowd of people that flood the busy street.

To Minho, it doesn't matter how hot it is, there is no way he's going to lose you in this herd of people. So, to help ease his nerves, he insists on holding your hand despite all your protests.

The first time you try to slip your hand out of his grasp, he simply stops in his tracks for no longer than 10 seconds, just to turn around and look at you.

"No, thank you." He simply states with a shake of his head. You can't help the loud cackle that claws its way out of your mouth, earning you a few glances from random people passing by as Minho only smirks.

The second and final time you try to break away from him, he stops again, this time with a sigh. "I don't wanna risk losing you, baby." He calmly explains, pressing his lips together in a way that tells you he's serious, but he wants to be gentle about it.

"Okay..." You sigh out in response, opting to try and keep up with his walking pace.

"Besides," he starts, lightly nudging your shoulder when you come to walk next to him, "we're almost there."

You and Minho were friends for a few years prior to being in a relationship, so you're no stranger to the fact that he goes on trips with some of his close friends whenever their schedules allow. However, this is the first time you've ever come along on one of said trips.

Originally, it was a trip meant for him and his close friends, just like always, but he insisted that you come along this time. You immediately declined, not wanting to get in the way of the rare time he has to spend with his friends, but he refused to hear such nonsense coming from your pretty mouth. He simply told you to pack accordingly in a sing-song voice as he walked out of your room, leaving you no room to argue with him.

He just didn't feel right choosing his friends over you when he doesn't get to see you anymore than he gets to see his friends, so he opted to have the best of both worlds.

Now, here you are, putting all your trust in Minho to get you both to the restaurant that him and his friends picked out on the way here in one piece. You could only hope that his two friends aren't already there waiting for you and Minho while you two struggle to find the place.

"There it is!" Minho hollers, immediately walking you both towards the entrance.

Much to both your surprise and relief, you make it to the restaurant only a minute or two after his friends, and you let out an audible sigh at the realization.

The four of you are quickly seated for your meals, soon enjoying the highly anticipated food as you all discuss what you should do the following day. After plans are made and meals are finished, all four of you walk back to your Airbnb together.

When you get close enough, Minho's friends decide to race to the Airbnb, making a joke about how an activity such as this is not lovebird friendly. You and Minho chuckle in response, hearing the two begin arguing before they even make it to the front door.

"I wanna shower first!" You hear one of them yell out the second you and Minho walk through the door of the Airbnb.

"No! I already called it!" His other friend replies just as loud.

"If it's such a big deal, why don't you two shower together?" Minho calls out to them, a straight face accompanying his words.

You chuckle at his solution, noticing how it manages to stop the arguing in a matter of seconds as they quickly agree on who gets to shower first.

"You're an impressive man, Lee Minho." You laugh when you hear the bathroom door close, hearing him laugh with you in response.

"Hey, it worked." He replies, holding his hands up in defense.

The rest of the night goes by calmly. You and Minho decide to watch a movie while you both wait for his friends to finish washing up, and by the time the movie is over, both his friends are already fast asleep.

"You wanna shower first?" Minho quietly asks you, watching as you shake your head in response.

"No, I wanna take a bath." You reply just as quiet, taking his hand when he offers it to you to help you up.

"Okay, you take a bath, and I'll take a shower."

You nod in agreement, a small smile pulling at your features as you and Minho walk into the bathroom together. You close and lock the door behind you as Minho starts the water for your bath, smirking at the sound of the lock clicking into place.

His smirk doesn't go unnoticed by you, all too familiar with him and all his little antics, but you choose to ignore it, nonetheless.

You look over at Minho, noticing him already staring at you as he waits for the tub to fill up. You take this moment to let your eyes trace over all his facial features. His beautiful bare skin, his soft, pillowy lips that slightly curl upward at the corners as he fights the urge to shy away from your gaze, the way some of his soft strands of hair fall to perfectly frame his face, and lastly, his beautiful brown eyes.

When you finally lock eyes with the man, you can see the slight glint of mischief that stares back at you, watching as his eyes slowly rake down your form.

"Stop that." You lightly scold, watching a smile bloom across his features.

"Stop what?" He asks with a smile, slowly moving his eyes back up your body until he's looking into your eyes again.

"Looking at me like that." You state, crossing your arms over your chest and tilting your head to the side as you eye him down. "You're undressing me with your eyes."

"Would you rather me use my hands?"

Your eyes go wide at his words, watching as he moves from his spot next to the tub to make his way over to you.

"I've done it before, and I'd be more than happy to do it again if that's what you want?"

"Behave yourself, Lee Minho." You tell him, your voice stern as you move to place a hand on his chest, keeping him a few inches away from you. "Your friends are right outside that door."

"They're heavy sleepers, baby." He simply states, gently grabbing the wrist of your hand that's placed on his chest and moving it to your side before he lets his hands grip at your hips. "Can even let the shower run to drown out all your pretty noises."

"Min..." You softly sigh out, feeling your resolve crumble with every passing second.

You feel Minho pull you flush against him by his grip on your hips, and you let out a soft gasp at the action. He presses a kiss to your lips before moving to trail his kisses down to your neck.

"C'mon, baby." He whispers against your soft skin, kissing up your neck until he's hovering by your ear. "You know I'll make you feel so good, pretty."

"Please?" You whisper out, feeling Minho smirk against you before he pulls away from you.

You watch as he quickly turns on the shower, letting the sound of the water hitting the tile walls echo through the bathroom before he turns off the water for the tub. You both quickly discard your clothes, tossing them into a pile that one of you would pick up later. Minho steps into the tub first, hurriedly sitting down and letting his back rest against the wall of the tub.

Once he's settled, he holds a hand out to you, guiding you to stand facing him. He looks up at you, his hands coming to grip at both of your thighs as he presses a kiss to your lower stomach, directly above your mound. You feel your knees grow weak, and he's quick to carefully pull you down to straddle him.

With the way you're positioned on top of him, you can feel his hard length rest between your thighs, and you move your hips from side to side until he's pressed directly between your folds.

"Fuck-" you sigh out, your hips jolting at the feeling of him nestled against your entrance.

"Sensitive, pretty?" Minho quietly asks, watching you nod as your eyes fall closed. "What would happen if I..." he trails off, shifting his hips until he feels his tip press against your entrance.

You jolt once again, effectively pushing the very tip of his length past your entrance. A moan slips past your lips, and you're quick to press your hand over your mouth. Minho then brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles into the bud as he watches your eyes roll back.

"Min-" you gasp out, hearing him hum in response as he pushes the entirety of his tip inside you with a groan. "Please!"

"You're awfully needy for someone who was asking me to stop just a few minutes ago, baby." You let out a whine in response, clenching around him when you feel his hands grip at your waist to hold you to hover over him. "Go ahead, sit on it for me, pretty."

You swiftly sink down on his cock, taking every inch of him as your thighs shake at the feeling of him finally stretching you out.

Minho is a man of great patience, so even though he wants nothing more than to pull you against his chest and thrust deep inside you until you both cum, he calmly waits for you to adjust to his size.

You bring your hands to grip at Minho's shoulders, lifting your hips until just his tip is pressed inside you before you drop your hips to meet his. You both let out a moan in unison, and you quickly bounce on Minho's cock, chasing the pleasure that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your mouth agape.

"God, slow down, baby." Minho moans out, feeling you clench around him when he moans again.

Water splashes with each of your movements, occasionally spilling over the side of the tub and onto the tiled floor.

"M'sorry, just need it so bad." You whimper out, your pace faltering when the ache in your thighs finally processes in your brain.

"I'll give it to you, baby, it's okay." He soothes when you collapse against his chest, your hips involuntarily rolling against his.

Reluctantly, he pulls you off his cock, quickly shushing your cries as he turns you around, letting your upper body drape over the side of the tub. He repositions himself behind you, pushing back into you with one harsh thrust of his hips. A loud moan tears from your throat and Minho is quick to pull you up until your back is flush against his chest, pressing a hand over your mouth as he pounds into you from behind.

Your head falls back against Minho's shoulder, moans spilling continuously from your lips as your eyes screw shut. Your mind can't focus on anything other than the way Minho feels inside you and the way his warm, wet skin feels against yours. You feel him everywhere, and yet somehow, it's not enough.

"Just what my baby needs, hm?" Minho breathes out, feeling you clench around him. "Yea, but I bet you'd like it more if you could feel me right here."

You feel him angle his hips just slightly upward before thrusting into you again, his tip pressing right against that gummy spot inside you that has you almost screaming. He feels your walls throb around him, and he buries his head into the crook of your neck to quiet his own moans.

"There it is," he sighs out, feeling your thighs shake against his own as you both near your highs. "Just need you to cum for me, pretty."

He knows the knot in the pit of your stomach is seconds away from unraveling, and to help you get there, his hand slips between your wet thighs, reconnecting with your clit once again to push you over the edge.

That's all it takes for you to cum around him, toes curling, eyes rolling back, and mouth agape as your walls pulse around his throbbing cock. He thrusts into you a few more times before he stills inside you, coating your walls in his release.

He carefully sits back in the tub, pulling you to rest against him as you both fight to catch your breaths. Minho's hands gently knead at your waist, grounding you as your breathing slowly evens out again.

"We might need that shower now." Minho quietly states, watching the steam dance through the room as the shower still runs.

You chuckle in response, glancing at all the water that sparkles in the light on the floor.

"Only if you can keep your hands to yourself."

You feel him carefully pull out of you, a cry tearing past your lips at the sensitivity and feeling of emptiness that immediately takes his place. He quietly shushes you, apologizing as he desperately tries to ignore his cum dripping from your cunt, inevitably failing in the end.

"No promises, pretty."

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This day is HEAVILY inspired by Min's vlogs, truly cannot get enough of him in domestic settings😩

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rebelliousstories · 6 months ago

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Again and Again

Relationship: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst, Brief Mentions of Death, Age Gap

Word Count: 1,425

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Summary: Age is just a number with them. And now Aaron is frustrated about putting her as their emergency contact.

“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind it, it doesn’t matter.” Mark Twain

Aaron sat alone in his office as he did many nights. For once he seemed to have finally filled out all of the forms that usually kept him from getting out at a reasonable hour, but there was a single form that held him up. His emergency contact form. Ever since Hailey, that form had remained empty seeing as the people he would want to contact in an emergency are usually right next to him.

His life had been flipped upside down for the last year. The one secret he had kept from everyone on his team, including Dave. His girlfriend, a young, hard-working lawyer from Virginia that was twenty years his junior. He was not able to bring himself to put his pen to the page though. Even though she had practically moved in to his apartment already, Aaron had a difficult time to tell anyone about her.

Jack loved her, and loved when she was around almost as much as Hotch did. The age gap between them was severe, but she was unlike any other woman her age he had met. She was wise beyond her years, and was one of the youngest practicing attorneys in the history of the state. It was a complete accident that they had even met and began talking.

Hotch sighed as he closed the file and placed it in a secure spot on his desk to take care of tomorrow. Packing up his briefcase, he gathered his effects and began to make his way home. Once he left the building, Aaron decided to phone his girlfriend while starting up his car.

“Hey darling. I’m on my way home. Holding down the fort?” He asked, letting a smile grace his face as he heard Jack in the background.

“Of course, honey. We’re just finishing up dinner prep while Jack is doing his homework. Here you go. He won’t stop asking for you,” a commotion came. There was some shuffling before he heard a new voice. He kept making turns and completing his drive home.

“Daddy!” Jack yelled excitedly from the other end of the line. Aaron chuckled as he heard his son.

“Hey buddy. You behaving for her right?” He asked, and made sure to keep his eyes on the road.

“Yeah. She’s helping me do my multiplication tables.” His son answered.

“That’s awesome, bud. I’m going to be home in about twenty minutes, okay? Can you pass me back?” Jack made sure to tell his dad that he loved hm before doing what he requested and passed the phone back to his dad’s girlfriend.

“Did you hear what I told Jack, darling?”

“I did. We’ll see you when you get here. We’re having spaghetti tonight so you may want to change as soon as you get home.” She teased to which Aaron let out a laugh.

“Did you get that recipe from Dave?” He asked, turning down a road that would take him straight home.

“What can I say? I love and trust that man’s cooking when you bring home leftovers, with a recipe sheet so you can make it again. Drive safe, dear. We’ll be here when our get home.” Aaron exchanged his own goodbyes with her. He was only five minutes from home now, and he may or may not have sped those last few miles just to get home faster.

The man flung himself out of the car as soon as he arrived at his apartment complex. Taking the stairs two at a time, Aaron joyously placed his key in the slot and stepped inside. Disarming the alarm, he set down his briefcase and unclipped his firearm on his hip before he was being attacked by a set of small arms from behind.

“Daddy’s home!” Jack exclaimed, hugging his father close. He chuckled as he turned in his son’s arms and picked him up for his own hug.

“Hey buddy.” Aaron greeted looking to where a chuckle was coming from. His girlfriend was wiping her hands on a towel while leaning against the threshold of the kitchen. She was wearing his apron, which was just making Aaron love coming home to her more. With his son on his hip, Hotch made his way to wrap her up in his arms and give her a welcoming kiss.

“Ew.” Jack groaned, trying to push himself away from the display of affection. The two adults began to break apart as they laughed at his innocence that only a child could muster.

“Did you finish your multiplication tables, sir?” She teased, tickling his stomach lightly. The boy giggled but nodded his head in conformation. “Well go get it so we can go over it.”

He took off with the speed of a star and left his dad and his girlfriend alone. Aaron turned fully to face his lover that was just a step away from the door. With a smile on his face, he drew her in closer and captured her lips in a much deeper kiss than before. Her arms came to rest on his broad shoulders as she relaxed with his hands around her waist. They pulled away for some much needed oxygen with grins on both of their faces.

“Welcome home, darling.” She whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips.

“Mmm, it definitely is very welcoming.” Aaron teased, bringing her in closer as she chuckled. Her head rested on his shoulder and they swayed slightly without a sound in the air.

“My emergency contact form came across my desk again.” He finally whispered after a few minutes. She pulled away just a little so that she could see his face.

“Oh?” It was all she could say. That emergency form had been a sore spot for him throughout the years. After Hailey, Aaron did not even put his girlfriend’s name down in his personal address book as he never wanted someone to use her against him again.

“Do you want to put someone down?” She asked, scratching her nails gently through the cropped hair at the base of his head.

“I want to you to be my contact. I’m just…” a sigh broke up his words.

“You’re afraid of me being a target?” Aaron nodded with his eyes downcast. Placing her hand on his cheek, she brought him back up to face her.

“It’ll be alright. You can put me down. Besides, I’m a high-profile lawyer. I’m already a target.” A chuckle tore itself from their throats at the joke, but it was quickly brought down by the weight of the subject.

“What’s the other reason, Aaron?” Another question that the man was reluctant to answer.

“I’m not sure what my team will think about our relationship.” He admitted.

“Because I’m young enough to be your daughter?” She blurted out, causing Aaron to look up in alarm.

“Never phrase it like that again please.” Hotch let out a sharp breath. However, she just laughed at his unease.

“Sorry, too good to pass up. But whenever you want to tell them, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Plus, Dave’s been married and divorced three times. I don’t think anyone is going to have room to talk.” Teasing once more, the couple was broken apart by the little boy in the house running for their feet.

“I did my tables.” Jack declared proudly. They each went off to do their own thing; Aaron and Jack were reviewing the math practice sheet, and she went off to finish up dinner. Dinner was a lovely affair, and the little family ate happily. The cloud of darkness was lifted from earlier, and all that was left was joy and laughter.

The next morning, Aaron unloaded his briefcase as soon as he stepped into his office and a note slipped out. Picking it up off the floor, and returning to his desk, he could only smile as he read it. On the note was his girlfriend’s full name, phone number, address, and any relevant information he needed. Plus, a non informational tidbit on the bottom.

Here you go. I expect to have one of Dave’s recipes straight from the man himself when you tell them. Have a great day, dear. Love you.

Aaron smiled to himself, got out his pen, and began to fill out his emergency contact file.

“Trust is the glue of life. It’s the most essential ingredient in effective communication. It’s the foundational principle that holds all relationships.” Stephen R. Covey

#rebelliousstories #writing #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch imagine #hotch #aaron hotch fanfiction

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h0nology · 1 year ago

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Protect You

saw a prowler! miles and the weeknd edit and that did it for me fr. i can’t…anyways, enjoy 🤭

warnings: he’s just a little overprotective, kissing, cussing, pet names

your friends had been begging you for weeks to come to some birthday bash one of their friends we’re having, you always ignored the question, knowing how your boyfriend was. no, he’s not controlling or anything. he just wants you to be safe. he doesn’t really like you being out alone, especially at night and how dangerous the city is. but you didn’t want to let your friends down.

so here you are, getting ready to go to a party.

you haven’t spoken to miles since earlier today, he said he had some stuff to handle and you just left it at that, knowing how he gets when you question him. this was all kind of perfect, he was busy so he wouldn’t be worried about you. for now at least.

it didn’t take you long to get ready, throwing on a random dress and some sneakers to go along with it. you scrolled through your phone, waiting for your friends to finish getting ready. once they finally were, you all made your way out the house and began to walk to the party, gladly it wasn’t far, knowing how these streets were. you all reached the party after ten minutes of walking. you could hear the music blasting before you even reached the door, some people stood outside mingling as the three of you approached the door, your friend opening it. the house was packed. people talking and dancing, the music being even louder than before, flashing strobe lights? a bit extra, but fun you suppose.

as soon as you stepped in the door, your friends were pulling you to dance with them. you really had two left feet but you still danced anyways, enjoying yourself and the moment you were having with them. you all talked with each other, took pictures, and danced for hours. but now you were tired, and thirsty. you excuse yourself from your friends, and squeezed past people to get to the kitchen, you pushed the kitchen door open where you found some water bottles on a counter, you cracked the bottle open and leaned against the counter as you chugged it down.

“hey—”

“shit!” you jumped, almost spitting your water out, “sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you.” the stranger, who was standing way too close laughs.

“can you back up?!” you look at the little space in between the two of you.

the boy throws his hands up in defense and backs up from you, a smug look on his face. you rolled your eyes, already seeing where this was going.

“i saw you dancing earlier, you’re pretty good.” he says.

“i guess.” you shrug. this man was lying straight to your face; you were a terrible dancer.

“would you like to dance?”

“i have a boyfriend.” you shook your head.

“one dance won’t hurt.” he says, slowly making his way back over towards you, “plus, i don’t see him here.”

“turn around then.”

the familiar voice startled the boy. hell, it even startled you a little too. the boy turned around, revealing miles standing by the door, a mug on his face–along with a few cuts.

“look, i don’t want any trouble man.” the boy says, “you should’ve thought about that before you approached my girl.” miles says.

“i-i didn’t know.” he began to stutter, “i literally just told–” you started.

“i got this.” miles glares over at you before snatching the boy up by his collar, “if you go near her, if i see you talking to her, if i even see you looking at her…just know i’m not going as easy on you as i did tonight.” he threatened, “now get outta here before i beat your ass.” he finally let the boy go, who immediately ran out the kitchen.

“miles–”

“let’s go.” he grabs your hand, pulling you out the kitchen.

“miles! i could’ve handled that!” you yelled over the music.

he just ignored you, continuing to pull you out the party. finally, you two reached outside where you pulled your hand from his.

“what did i tell you about being out so late?” he didn’t yell, he never yelled at you but his voice was stern.

“i was just trying to have fun.” you muttered as you two continued to walk.

“and look where that got you.”

he was right. but it wasn’t your fault people were so damn weird.

before you could even blink, he was standing in front of you, stopping your from walking. you refused to look at him, even when he tilted your chin up.

“look at me.” he says and you roll your eyes over to meet his, “i’m not tryna control your life or anything like that, you’re just one of the few people i actually care about, i can’t lose you. i just wanna make sure you’re safe, ma.”

“i know.”

“so don’t go out all late without me, aight?” it sounds like a question but he’s not really asking you, he’s telling you.

“i hear you, miles.” you playfully role your eyes.

“you better.” he jokes (but not really) quickly stealing a kiss from your lips.

you two start walking again, this time with miles’s arm around you.

“can we talk about what happened to your face now?” you ask.

“nah, but we can talk about how pretty that dress looks on you.”

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imaginestuffs · 4 months ago

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"Do You Now?" -Johnnie Guilbert x Reader

word count:8,809

warnings: my first fic for Johnnie, so maybe a bit ooc. Fluff, lots of fluff.

Summary: Tara books another cruise for you all, and the reader gets a bit too drunk. She wakes up in the morning with no memory of what happened the night before, but a whole lot of love for her boyfriend.

(gif not mine!)

Tara had decided it would be a perfect time to book another cruise for you all. It was finally summer and the sun had been shining for weeks now, not a cloud in sight. She had been dying to tan and you had been dying to get away from L.A. You needed a break from everything, you were tired and felt so trapped in one place. You just wanted to escape your life and have fun with your friends and boyfriend.

Of course, they were going to be filming but you didn’t mind, you just wanted to have fun and not worry about everything you had to do at home. You were just finishing up your packing when you felt arms wrap around your waist. You smiled to yourself and placed your hand on Johnnie’s arm.

“Hello my love,” you said and leaned into him, placing your head back onto his shoulder. He placed his face in the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss there. You smiled lazily and reached back to run a hand through his hair.

“Are you almost ready?” he asked softly trying not to disrupt the comfortable atmosphere.

“Yeah, just need to zip this up and we can head out if you and Jake are ready,” you spoke quietly. He hummed in acknowledgment of your answer and nodded as if to say that he and Jake were ready to go.

Despite knowing that you were all ready to go you still stood there enjoying a quiet moment together. It seemed like those moments didn’t happen often enough in your lives, so it was nice to just bask in his presence, knowing he was willing to just stand there with you for as long as time would allow.

You’re not sure how long you stood there but the peace ended when you heard Jake call for you guys.

“Johnnie, (y/n)! Would you stop making out and please come down here so we can leave?”

You could just imagine his face, a joking scowl, but amusement-filled eyes. Johnnie sighed and began to let you go, and you realized just how cold you felt when he wasn’t holding you.

“Shut up Jake, we’ll be down in a second!” you called back and chuckled softly. “Sure, okay. I believe you!” he responded sarcastically and you just rolled your eyes and you heard Johnnie chuckle as well.

You zipped your suitcase and before you could grab it Johnnie picked it up and placed it on the floor, ready to carry it out for you.

You smiled over at him, “Ever the gentleman, aren’t you?” you raised a brow. A tinge of pink bloomed on his cheeks and you smiled brighter.

“For you babe? Always,” he said. You giggled softly before leaning over and placing a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Johnnie,” you appreciated his kindness.

“C’mon let’s get out there before Jake comes in here to find us,” he said and you smiled before reaching for his hand. He gladly intertwined your fingers and guided you to the main area where Jake and Tara had been waiting for you. You hadn’t realized that Tara had arrived until now.

“Tara!” you said excitedly and squeezed Johnnie’s hand before letting go so you could greet your best friend. “Hey babe, are you ready for our cruise?!” she asked enthusiastically.

“Oh my god, I’m so ready. I need a break from this place, with all my favorite people,” you said, but then furrowed your brows and looked around. “Where’s Barry?” you question in confusion.

“He should be here soon, I told him what time to meet us here,” Tara said. “Alright, good! I’m so excited you guys!” you enthuse with a smile.

Johnnie grinned and wrapped an arm around your waist. You looked up at him and couldn’t help but melt at the sight of his smile. Little did you know but Tara noticed your lovestruck gaze and smiled to herself. She thought back on the time that you and Johnnie first met, and she just knew that there wasn’t anything that would stop you from falling in love with each other. It was just too obvious, too hard to ignore the glaring affection you showed when together.

Johnnie felt your gaze and looked down at you as you leaned on his shoulder. “What’s wrong babe?” he asked and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

By now Jake and Tara were lost in their own conversation, so it was just you and Johnnie.

“I adore you,” you said softly and pushed up on your toes to press a kiss on his lips. He sighed against your lips and turned to pull you flush against him to keep you as close as possible. Your hands cradled his face and his slid under your sweater, delicately gripping your waist.

Johnnie slowly pulled away, just barely to look at you with his beautiful blues. “You’re too sweet for me,” he said, and you shook your head and rubbed your thumb against his cheek.

“No one could ever be sweet enough for you,” you told him and pressed one last peck against his lips.

The door being knocked on was what broke you out of your trance and you pulled away from your boyfriend. Jake opened the door and there stood Barry.

You smiled brightly, “Barry! You’re here!” you said and gave him a hug in greeting. “Hey (y/n), how are you?” he asked. “I’m great, how are you?” you returned the question. “I’m doing good thanks for asking,” he said.

“Is everything ready to go? We should probably head out now,” Barry spoke again. “Yup, so let's get the fuck out of here,” Jake said and you chuckled before grabbing your things to pack them into the car.

As soon as you stepped into the sun, you sneezed. Everyone laughed and Tara said “Bless you,”.

“Thank you very much,” you said and smiled. “It’s so cute that you always sneeze when you walk into the sunlight. Every time without fail,” Jake said and you chuckled. “I can’t help it, it just happens and I have no clue why.” you shrugged as you dragged your suitcase to the trunk of the car. As you were going to put it in, Johnnie once again took it from your hands and placed it in the back for you. “Thank you, love,” you said, and he nodded with a smile.

“Ok, so I googled why people sneeze in the sun and this is what it says. It’s because of something called the photic sneeze reflex. It triggers you to sneeze when being exposed to bright light after being in a dim place.” Jake told you. Tara rolled her eyes.

“He can’t ever not google something. He just can’t live without googling,” she ranted and Johnnie, Barry, and you laughed. It was Jake’s turn to roll his eyes. “Well, we know why she sneezes now. All because of my Google search. You should be thanking me,” Jake defended his addiction.

“You googling my girlfriend’s quirks is much appreciated Jake,” Johnnie said bluntly and you chuckled.

“Ok, ok enough of this we have to go now or we’ll be late,” Tara said and you all piled into the car. You sat in the back with Johnnie and Barry. Johnnie took the middle because he knew you liked to be by the window. You were grateful for how well he knew you, and you placed his hand on your thigh. He squeezed your leg gently, and you leaned over to rest your head on his shoulder.

“The first thing I’m doing is tanning. (y/n), please come with me! I know you don’t like it very much but you can just lounge and read your book,” she pleaded and you chuckled.

“Of course, I’ll go with you, I need a break from these idiots for a few hours,” you joked.

Johnnie placed a hand over his heart and looked at you with a hurt expression. Barry shook his head in disappointment and Jake flipped you off from the driver’s seat.

You laughed, “How dare you (y/n), I thought you loved me,” Johnnie acted offended.

“I do love you, I love you all… but I need some girl time. After that I’m all yours babe,” you said and squeezed his hand in reassurance.

“Alright, that's fine then, just abandon me,” he said and playfully glared at you. You rolled your eyes. “Would you like to join us?” you asked with a raised brow.

He looked at you incredulously. “Absolutely not,” he said and you chuckled. “I thought not. It’s just you and me Tara,” you said and she smiled back at you.

“It’ll be fun I promise!” she told you excitedly. “I know it will be,” you laughed softly.

You drove for a bit longer and when you got there, you went through security. Finally, you boarded. It seemed like you and Tara were the most excited.

“Babe! We’re going to Mexico! This is so nice, I get to spend time with you guys without stressing out about something every 5 minutes!” you gushed.

You grabbed Johnnie’s hand and tugged him along with you. He smiled at how happy you were. He lifted your hand above your head to spin you around. You let out a laugh as you twirled around a few times. Johnnie tugged you close and placed a kiss on your head as you continued walking to your rooms.

Unbeknownst to you Barry was filming the entire thing.

“They’re so in love that it makes me sick,” Jake said quietly. Barry laughed, and Tara smacked his shoulder.

“Shut up Jake! They’re so happy, I love it!” she whispered excitedly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Johnnie this happy before,” She marveled at the couple in front of her.

“Guys! Would you wait up, you’re practically running!” Jake complained, ruining the moment you and your boyfriend were having. Tara sighed and placed her head in her hand.

“He just had to do that didn’t he?” Tara looked at the camera and shook her head.

You looked over at Jake and flipped him off. “Walk faster, utilize your spider legs!” you called down the hallway. Everyone laughed and Jake took long strides down the hallway. You laughed, “See, was that so hard?” you questioned, and shook your head.

“I don’t think I've ever seen him move that fast before,” Johnnie joked, and you smiled at him. “I bet, I could get to the end of the hall faster than you,” you challenged, and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you challenging me?” Johnnie questioned with a grin.

“Maybe I am. What are you gonna do about it?” you pushed.

“I’m gonna win, that’s what I’m gonna do,” he said and you chuckled.

“Tara count us down please,” you said and grinned back at her.

Jake stood in the middle of the hallway hyping Johnnie up. You sent a glare his way and he laughed.

“I got you, girl. you ready?!” she asked and you got into a good position to run. Johnnie looked over at you and got ready as well.

“You can do this (y/n)! Me and Barry believe in you! On the count of three,” Tara said.

“One…” you glanced over at Johnnie and saw he was looking at you also.

“Two…” Johnnie grinned at you, and you smirked back.

“Three!” Tara shouted and you took off as fast as you could.

Johnnie was slightly behind you, and Tara and Barry were cheering you on. Jake was doing his best to hype up Johnnie, shouting encouraging words. As you got close to the end, you felt arms wrap around your waist and you were lifted off of the floor. You let out a yelp of surprise and heard your boyfriend’s laugh in your ear.

You laughed, out of breath from running. He set you down and as soon as your feet hit the ground you broke loose and set out in a sprint. Johnnie huffed and didn’t bother chasing you. Everyone was laughing and cheering you on.

Your hand hit the wall at the end of the hall and you cheered. “I did it! What did I say? I knew I’d win!” you exclaimed. Johnnie looked at you with a smile at how happy you were.

“That’s not fair!” he joked and you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re the one who tried to sabotage me!” you said and walked back to your friends.

“That’s true Johnnie, it was sabotage,” Jake pointed out and you chuckled. “You’re supposed to support me,” Johnnie said floored by Jake’s sudden change in allegiance.

Jake shrugged, “Sorry man, I have to call it like I see it,” he said and Johnnie rolled his eyes.

“Alright, let’s get to our rooms, I’m done with this now,” Johnnie sighed and you chuckled.

You grabbed Johnnie’s arm and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “C’mon Love, let’s find our rooms,” you said softly and you all set off to find them.

Jake and Barry’s room came first, and then Tara’s. You and Johnnie walked down the halls by yourselves and talked softly amongst yourselves.

“I’m happy we get our own room,” you said and looked over at him. He smiled and squeezed your hand. “ Me too. Just us, and no threat of someone bursting through the door uninvited, “ he said blissfully. You giggled softly and nodded.

“I am definitely excited about that,” you said and smiled giddily. You came to a stop in front of your room and he got the key and opened the door for you. Your smile stretched from ear to ear as you walked into the room. He stepped in after you and placed a hand on the small of your back to guide you further into the room.

Your attention was drawn to the balcony, and you quickly ran over to it.

“Johnnie, look! It’s so pretty out here!” you beamed.

Johnnie looked at you starry-eyed. His heart was almost too full of love for him to handle. He truly couldn’t believe how beautiful you were, he didn’t notice that you had looked at him.

Your brow furrowed and you spoke up. “Love, are you ok?” you asked in concern. He broke out of his daze at the sound of your voice. “Yeah, I’m perfect,” he said and you walked to stand in front of him.

Reaching up to place your hands on his face you smiled lovingly at him.

“You are perfect aren’t you?” you admired him. His cheeks flushed and you smiled. “I love you (y/n),” he said. “I love you too Johnnie,” you said and tugged him down to kiss him.

He grabbed your hips and gently led you to the bed. Your legs hit the edge and you dropped down onto the soft mattress. You backed yourself up onto the bed and he crawled over you.

His lips landed on yours once more and your hands tangled into his hair. He bit your lip gently and you sighed. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. You could feel your heartbeat quicken and you swore he was close enough to feel it. He moved down to your jaw and placed lazy kisses along your neck. You mewled softly when he grazed your soft skin with his teeth. His kisses sent shivers up your spine at the cool metal adorning his lip.

His hand slid under your shirt and gripped your waist firmly. “You’re so pretty baby,” He breathed against your neck. You sighed at his words, and he looked up at you through his lashes. He could see the need in your (e/c) eyes and knew he needed to stop what he knew he couldn't start right now.

He lifted himself off of you and took his spot lying beside you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Why’d you stop?” you whined quietly.

“We can finish this later, you’re supposed to go hang out with Tara soon. You should get ready babe,” he said and kissed your head.

Reluctantly you got up from the bed and began to get ready. You fixed your makeup and put on your bathing suit throwing on one of Johnnie’s shirts you had stolen. He chuckled when he saw what shirt you were wearing.

“What are you laughing about?” you questioned. “I was wondering where that shirt went,” he said and your face got hot. “It’s my favorite one, I didn't think you’d mind,” you said shyly. “I don’t mind at all, I just think it’s cute,” he said and admired you. You smiled softly at him.

“Do you know where my book is Johnnie?” you asked as you looked through your bag. “It’s over here babe, you left it in your bag,” he told you and pointed to the chair by the balcony door where your purse sat.

“Thank you, my love,” you said and moved toward the chair to grab it. Just before Johnnie could speak there was a knock on the door.

You knew it had to be Tara by the way she knocked. You opened the door for her and saw what she was wearing. She always dressed so well, and it kind of made you feel insecure but you knew that none of your friends would compare you. You knew that Johnnie would always choose you,”

“You all ready?” she asked and you nodded. “I am, give me a second,” you said and walked to where Johnnie was sitting. “I love you, see you later ok. Be good, don’t drink too much to drown out the loneliness of being without me,” you said and leaned down to kiss his head.

“I make no promises, except that I love you too,” he said and held your chin, bringing you down to press a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Bye, Johnnie! Jake and Barry will be here to get you soon!” Tara called as you both exited the room.

The door closed as you and Tara stepped into the surprisingly vacant hall.

“How’s the UV today?” you asked, looking at her with a smile.

She grinned brightly, “It’s honestly so great right now and I am dying to lay out,” she said and you chuckled. “I’m actually kind of excited 'cause this book is amazing,” you said. She chuckled. “Of course, that’s what you’re excited about,” she rolled her eyes and you laughed.

You finally reached the deck and chose your loungers. She settled in her lounge chair and you settled in yours. Opening your book you immediately got lost in it.

You sat there until the wind started to pick up, and the clouds started to cover the sun. Tara sat up and sighed.

“Are you serious? Why does this happen every time I want to tan?” she questions in frustration.

“Maybe it’s just not meant to be, today Tara,” you said and shrugged.

She sent a playful glare your way and you chuckled. “You’re really mean, I hope you know that,” she said and you laughed again.

Tara and you got up from your spots to head back to her room for a bit.

“I am glad we’re going back to your room, I wanted to tell you something,” you said.

She looked at you with raised brows, “What is it?” she questioned eagerly.

You stepped into the elevator, “It’s all good things I promise,” you said with a bright grin.

Walking down the hall to her room, she had not stopped questioning you about what you wanted to tell her. She pulled out her key and opened the door. You walked in first and flopped onto the bed. She put her stuff down and hopped on the bed next to you.

“Ok, we’re here now tell me!” she said excitedly.

“I’m really happy,” you finally told her. Her eyes softened and she smiled at you. “You seem like you are,” she said.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy and content in my entire life. I don’t wake up not wanting to exist. I don’t cry to my sister about feeling listless and alone,” you explained to her.

She could hear your honesty and could feel how much you meant it. “I never knew that I would ever find someone who would mean more to me than anything in my life. I didn’t ever believe that one day I would be so in love that nothing would hurt like it did before. I didn’t know that the person I dreamed of when I was little would find me, and love me like I love them,” you rambled on.

Tara could see the tears well in your eyes and she reached forward to grab your hands in hers.

“You survived every bad thing in your life, you pushed through because I think deep down you knew that it would all be worth it,” she said. You looked at her and she saw your tears falling down your face. Tara immediately brought you into a hug, and you just let yourself feel everything all at once.

All of a sudden there was a knock at her door. She pulled away and walked to the door to see who it was. Hearing the boys she opened the door.

“Finally, we’ve been looking everywhere for you two,” Jake complained.

“You lied to us about tanning, I can’t even believe you right now,” Johnnie added.

You laughed and Johnnie turned to see you sitting criss-cross on the bed. He walked toward you and you reached your arms out for him. He chuckled and stepped into your open arms, wrapping his around your shoulders. He placed a hand on the back of your head as you leaned against his chest. He could feel how warm you still were from the sun you had gotten.

“I missed you, Johnnie,” you said and looked up at him. He swept a few loose strands of hair away from your face, letting his fingers trace your cheekbones. You closed your eyes in contentment, with a soft smile on your lips. “I missed you too, baby,”

He then noticed that your lashes were wet with tears. Concern clouded his eyes.

“Have you been crying?” he inquired with worry.

Your eyes fluttered open, “I’m ok love,” you said and took his hands.

“Tara, why was she crying?” Johnnie looked at her for an answer. Jake turned his attention to you, and you smiled shyly under everyone’s gazes.

“Wait, why were you crying? Are you ok (y/n)?” Jake's voice immediately held a level of compassion it hadn’t before.

“She’s ok, she just needed a girl talk that’s all. It wasn’t anything to worry about,” she explained to them.

You smiled gratefully at her, and she smiled back. “Are you sure? You can tell me anything, you know that right?” Johnnie reassured you. “I know, thank you, Johnnie,” you said and kissed the hand that you were holding.

“We’re here too (y/n) if you ever need to talk to someone,” Jake added, and Barry nodded his head. You smiled in appreciation for your friends. “That means a lot to me guys, thank you very much,” you said and got up to give hugs to everyone.

“Ok, everyone out, I have to get ready for Dinner,” Tara announced and began to shoo you all out of the room. You chuckled.

“Wow Tara, you’re so rude. I can’t even believe you right now,” Jake jeered playfully.

She smiled sarcastically and shut the door.

“Well, what do we do now?” Jake threw his hands up. “I also have to get ready for dinner, so I’m just gonna go do that,” you said and began to walk away. Johnnie followed close behind.

“You’re abandoning us too Johnnie?!” Jake crowed in disbelief.

“Sorry guys, I wanna spend time with my girlfriend,” he said, turning around to see you waiting for him.

“I’ll be quick, I promise!” you told Jake and Barry. “Sure you will,” Barry spoke, and you rolled your eyes.

Johnnie took your hand and began walking you back to your room, leaving Jake and Barry outside of Tara’s room. As soon as they are out of earshot and sight you look up at your boyfriend.

“I feel bad now, leaving them alone with nothing to do,” you said, playing with his fingers. He looked down at you in amusement. “Are you serious? You know they’ll find something stupid to do with their time,” he told you and you cracked a bit of a smile. “I guess you’re right,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

You stopped in front of your room as Johnnie unlocked it for you and held the door. You gave a small curtsey and walked in. “Most appreciated good sir,” you thanked him.

He chuckled and stepped in behind you. “Anything for the lady,” he responded and you looked over your shoulder and smiled.

He couldn’t help but melt at how adorable you were. You were his to love and be loved by. It was small moments like these that made him realize how happy you truly made him.

He watched as you opened your suitcase and finally began to unpack the things you needed. He saw you take out an outfit and furrow your brow before reaching for something else.

You turned to look at him quizzically. “Johnnie, would you help me?” you asked and he immediately nodded his head. “Yeah sure, what's up babe?” he asked and stepped behind you. His hands held your hips and his chin rested on your shoulder.

“Does this look nice?” you asked and gestured to the clothes you had set out.

He examined what you had put together, and smiled. It was a butter-yellow sundress with white flowers on it, along with a pair of frilly socks and white Mary janes.

“Babe, it’s perfect, honestly, it is,” he told you. Looking at him you made sure to search his eyes for any sign of dishonesty, and (of course) found none.

“Alright, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t gonna look stupid,” you said. He placed a hand on your cheek and made you look at him. “You’d never look stupid in anything. Plus, I love you in yellow,” he spoke softly meeting your eyes. Your face got warm and you averted your eyes. “Really?” you asked. “Absolutely,” he said and kissed your forehead.

You grinned, gripping his shoulder to boost yourself up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, my love,” you said and he nodded. “No need to thank me,” he smiled.

You stripped off the shirt you had borrowed and began to get dressed. Being ever the gentleman he kept his eyes on his phone. (or at least tried to).

You had finished putting on the dress and asked him if he could tie the bow in the back. He agreed and reached for the strings at the base of your neck, only now realizing that the dress had no back.

“Wow,” he mumbled to himself, in awe of how beautiful you were without even seeing your face. “What’s wrong? Is it too much?” you asked, your voice filled with concern.

“No, no, of course not. You’re just so beautiful,” he said while tying the bow for you. The feeling of his fingers grazing your skin caused a shiver to run through you.

He smiled softly to himself at your reaction to his touch. He placed a kiss on your shoulder when he was done and you turned around. He could tell how his compliment, though said many times, still affected you.

“It’s true you know, you’re so, so beautiful,” he said and tilted your chin up so he could lean down and place a kiss on your lips.

“You make me really happy,” you confessed softly. He smiled, “You make me happy too,” he returned the sentiment.

He pulled you in close and just held you for a moment. He didn’t want to let go but knew he had to. He let you go so you could finish getting ready.

You put your makeup on, not much but just enough. Placing a white ribbon in your hair you were finally ready to meet up with everyone else.

“Ok, I’m ready now!” you said smiling at Johnnie as he looked at you in awe.

“I’m not sure if I want to go out anymore,” he joked and you chuckled. “But, because I love you I think I’d like to show off my gorgeous girlfriend,” He told you. You laughed again and smacked his arm, “C’mon Johnnie, everyone is waiting for us by the elevator,” you said and grabbed his hand to tug him out the door.

He stopped you from moving forward by pulling you back to him. You yelped in surprise and he chuckled.

“Johnnie, what are you doing?” you questioned with a small grin playing on your lips.

He put his arm around your waist, “I just wanted one more second with you,” he spoke softly before leaning down to press his lips to yours.

You let yourself melt into the kiss, placing your hands on his shoulders you pushed up on your toes to keep yourself as close as you could. Both of his hands gripped your waist, crinkling the soft yellow fabric of your dress. You whined softly when he caught your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Shit, of course, this is why we had to wait forever!” Jake yelled from down the hall as he saw you. You and Johnnie both pulled away from each other, cheeks hot, lips pink and kiss-swollen.

Before either of you could say anything Tara speaks up.

“Shut up Jake, at least they aren’t having sex in the hallway,” she said. Your cheeks burned hotter than before. You covered your face with your hands and shook your head. Johnnie placed his arm around your shoulder.

“Let's just go get dinner,” Johnnie spoke up and started to guide you past everyone. Despite being flustered, he was always the one to jump in if you were uncomfortable.

“Thanks, Johnnie,” you said softly so only he could hear. He smiled down at you and squeezed your shoulder.

Tara walked up beside you and smiled at you knowingly. She grabbed your arm and pulled you away from your boyfriend. He looked over and saw Tara walking ahead with you and shook his head.

“Bro she just stole your girlfriend, what the hell?” Jake spoke loudly. Tara turned toward him and stuck her tongue out. You laughed and shook your head.

“You’ll get her back eventually, I just want to walk with my best friend. We’re the hottest people here so we obviously have to take the attention off of you guys so you won’t be embarrassed,” she shrugged.

“That’s not true, right (y/n)?” Jake asked you. You smiled shyly, “Well, I do have to agree with Tara this time guys. I’m so sorry but the truth is undeniable,” you said with mock sympathy. Jake rolled his eyes and Johnnie shook his head. Barry chuckled behind the camera and you flashed him a smile.

“So, what was that all about?” Tara asked quietly. “What?” you asked with furrowed brows. “That kiss in the hallway,” she said, nudging you a bit. “It was just a kiss that’s all,” You tried to deter.

“No way missy, that was not just a kiss. That was a real kiss,” she told you and your brows furrowed again. “A real kiss?” you questioned. She rolled her eyes and tugged your arm, “Yes, a real kiss. The kind that makes you melt, that you know would lead somewhere if it weren’t for the circumstances,” she said and you blushed brightly.

“I was trying to get us out the door, but he pulled me back and said he just wanted one more second with me,” you told her quietly. She looked at you with wide eyes and a huge grin. “Are you serious, that's the cutest thing I’ve ever heard!” she whispered.

“He really is sweet to me. I realize how lucky I am every day, and it’s crazy because I’ve never felt this loved and secure in my entire life,” you told her with a soft smile. She immediately wrapped you in a side hug. “I’m so happy for you babe,” she smiled at you.

Jake, Johnnie, and Barry were walking behind you. Johnnie looked at you like you were the only thing he could see. He wore a smile that no one had ever seen. Jake noticed this and decided to speak up.

“Hey Johnnie, you ok?” he asked. Johnnie snapped his attention to Jake and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” He asked.

“You just seem unfocused,” Barry spoke up this time. “No, no I’m good. Sorry guys,” he said and tried to wave it off.

“It’s ok. You seem happy,” Jake pointed out and Johnnie smiled and nodded once again. “I am happy. I don’t think I’ve been this happy in a long time,” Johnnie admitted to his friends. “I don’t think I’ve seen anyone as in love as you two are,” Barry said.

Johnnie chuckled and his cheeks got pink. “I’ve never been this in love with anyone,” Johnnie stated. Jake walked up next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I’m happy for you Johnnie,” Jake said, and Barry gave the same sentiment.

“Thanks guys,” he said.

You peeked over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend and friends. They all had smiles and that in turn made you smile. Johnnie met your gaze and his smile brightened.

“Ok, let’s find a table,” Tara spoke up as you all came to a halt to look around for seats.

You spotted one, “There’s one over there guys c’mon before someone takes it,” You say as you point at a table by the window. You all walk as quickly as you can to get to the table first. You sat down first right by the window and Johnnie took the seat next to you.

Finally, you were all settled with your drinks and orders placed. Dinner went by quite fast. With Johnnie’s hand on your thigh and how many drinks you were having it was a bit of a blur.

Jake and Johnnie were at the bar with Barry. So, you and Tara decided to sneak off to the club that they had.

“C’mon

hurry up (y/n),” Tara tugged at your hand impatiently. You giggled and followed her lead. “This outfit doesn’t seem like club attire,” you pointed out to her as you looked at how you were dressed.

“It’s cute so it doesn’t matter now c’mon let’s go!” she rattled off excitedly. “Alright, then let’s go,” you said, walking into the club with her.

You both got more drinks and began to dance with each other. You didn’t even notice everyone staring at you in your yellow sundress and frilly socks. You and your friend lost all track of time, dancing and singing and talking to strangers. Taking pictures with people who were fans.

You were having the time of your life when suddenly you felt a hand on your waist.

Turning around you noticed a guy standing behind you and tried to back away.

Little did you know, in your drunken state, it was Johnnie. The guy standing behind you was in fact your boyfriend. Tara had seen how drunk you were and decided it was time to text Johnnie. Hoping he was sober enough to wrangle you in.

Johnnie looked confused when you backed away from him. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked and took a tentative step forward. Your brows furrowed and you tried to escape through the crowd to find Tara.

Johnnie quickly fell in step behind you with a guiding hand on your lower back. You felt his touch and tried to move faster. “Babe, where are you going?” he asked loudly trying to be heard over the music.

“Leave me alone, I have a boyfriend,” you said and turned to him with a sharp glare. His eyes lit up with realization. He had to hold in his laughter.

“Do you now?” he questioned. You walked out of the crowd and began to walk away from the club. Johnnie was right there beside you. “Yes, I do. Now if you wouldn’t mind going away I would appreciate it,” you said and stuck your nose in the air. “Let’s get you to the room,” He took your hand in his but you pulled away quickly almost losing your balance. He swiftly reached to grab your waist preventing you from falling.

“Hey, I said to leave me alone, I have a boyfriend. He’s handsome and smart and kind. He has tattoos and would fuck you up if he was here right now,” you said and squirmed out of his grip. A huge smile formed on his face as you described him to himself. He couldn’t help but start to laugh.

“What are you laughing about?” you asked angrily, giving him a mean stare.

Your eyes adjusted slightly from being out of the dimly lit club. You saw that it was your boyfriend and you sighed in relief.

“Johnnie! You’re here!” you shouted happily and instantly wrapped your arms around him. He laughed once more and pulled you closer. “I’m here baby,” he said softly and kissed your head.

“You wouldn’t believe what just happened,” you said and shook your head. He almost couldn’t believe what was going on. He had never seen you this drunk before.

“What happened?” he asked and ran his hands up and down your sides.

“There was this guy who wouldn’t leave me alone. He followed me out of the club and everything. I told him I had a boyfriend but he just wouldn’t stop, I told him that you’d fuck him up if he didn’t go away.” you explained. Johnnie smiled softly at you.

“Good job babe, I’m glad you’re okay. How ‘bout we go to bed now?” he asked and you nodded your head. “Let’s go, I don’t want to be here anymore. I’m so glad you showed up, you probably scared him away,” you said and he just nodded along.

He got you to your room and sat you on the bed. He made sure to text Tara and let her know that you were ok and in the room with him.

While he was texting her you kicked your shoes off and climbed up the bed to curl up. Turning around he saw you snuggled up with the pillows. Makeup still on, along with your dress and hair bow. He chuckled, smiling as he walked over to sit on the edge of the bed next to you. He gently took out the bow and ran his fingers through your hair. You sighed in contentment, stretching your limbs and turning to face him.

“Let’s get ready for bed ok love?” he asked and placed his hand on your arm. You groaned and hid your face in the pillow.

“I’ll help you, I promise,” he said and kissed your messy hair. You let out a sigh and gave in, slowly sitting up. Your limbs felt heavy and so did your eyes. He helped you stand up, walking behind you to undo the ties of your dress. You let the dress fall as Johnnie hands you your favorite shirt to sleep in. You smile and slip it over your head.

He quickly grabs a makeup wipe from his bag and begins to wipe the little makeup remaining off your face. You don’t complain about using the wipe this time, too tired to care at this point.

When he’s done he guides you into the bathroom to brush your teeth as he does the same. Your movements are languid but thankfully get the job done. You then wash your face and are about to head to bed when Johnnie stops you.

“Do you want moisturizer on babe?” he asked sweetly. You gingerly nodded your head. He carefully picked you up and set you on the counter. He stepped between your legs which you then wrapped around his waist. Your arms were resting over his shoulders as he gently applied the cream to your face. His touch made you even sleepier. You let your eyes flutter shut, and you felt yourself relax.

You didn’t even realize he was done until he spoke. “Let’s get some sleep (y/n),” he whispered in your ear as he picked you up to carry you to bed.

He placed you down gently onto the bed, lifting the covers to reach your chin. You snuggled into the pillows and he slid onto his side of the bed.

You liked to be facing him so he brought you close to him. You quickly draped your leg over his hips and he placed his hand on your thigh.

He kissed your head, and you tilted your head to look at him. You smiled softly and tilted your chin up slightly, indicating that you’d like a kiss. He chuckled quietly and leaned down to kiss your lips sweetly. He pulled back and you placed your face in the crook of his neck.

Feeling your lashes flutter against his skin is how he knew you were finally asleep. Johnnie smiled to himself before drifting off to sleep.

The morning came as quickly as you had fallen asleep. You awoke before your boyfriend, your eyes opened, and were met with a dim room. Johnnie had closed the curtains before going to sleep so it wouldn’t be as bright when you woke up. You smiled softly at his thoughtfulness. It wasn’t anything major, but it was so very sweet of him.

You glanced at him and raised your hand to softly trace his tattoos with your finger. You loved every one of them, but your favorite was the moon on his face. It suited him so well, any time you saw a moon like that you were reminded of him. It made you wonder what you would ever do if you broke up. You wouldn’t be able to look at the moon without thinking of him.

Your eyes welled with tears at the thought and you curled closer to him. Wanting to be as near to him as you could be. Simply wanting to memorize the feeling of him beside you. His warmth, his touch, everything he was.

As you were lost in thought, you didn’t notice him begin to stir from his sleep.

Johnnie felt your hold on him get tighter and he looked down at you with worried eyes.

“Babe, you ok?” he whispered groggily. You looked at him with a soft smile, trying to hide your emotions. “I’m fine love. I just got a bit cold that’s all,” you tried to play it off.

He saw right through you, “You can tell me anything, remember?” he said and gently brushed a few pieces of hair away from your face.

You sighed, trying not to give in. “It’s really nothing Johnnie, I promise,” You said with a smile. He gave you a look saying that he didn’t believe you. Your smile fell, and your eyes cast downward. “What’s wrong, (y/n)?” he questioned gently.

“I don’t ever want to lose you,” you spoke softly in fear your voice would break. His eyes softened, and he softly coaxed you to look at him. Seeing the glimmer of tears in your eyes his heart fell.

“I don’t ever want to endure life without you again. It was so horrible, I was never happy. Most days I had to talk myself into having the will to stay. I had to do it all by myself, and now I have you. Life doesn’t hurt anymore, I don’t feel like I’m dying just by existing. I want to live because living means getting to love you and that’s all I want.” you admitted to him.

Johnnie gazed at you with an unchanging expression of compassion. He didn’t know how you felt, all he knew was that he understood.

“You’re all I want. You make life worth living and show me more every day that you’re the only one I want to live this life with,” he stated with conviction. Wanting nothing more than to let you know how much he loved you.

Tears streamed down your face, and you swore your heart stopped for a second.

Johnnie reached up and wiped the tears away, pulling you closer than you thought you could ever be to someone. He felt you shake against him and kissed your shoulder softly.

“You don’t have to do it alone anymore.” He whispered into your ear as you clung to him.

You’re not sure how long you stayed like that but you knew that every second was healing you, and him.

You slowly pulled away from him and leaned up to catch his lips in a kiss. He held your cheek in a firm but gentle grip. Separating from each other you smiled softly at him, which he returned.

“I guess it’s time to get up then huh?” You ask with a grin. “No, actually it’s not,” he said and tried to stop you from sitting up. You gave in and placed one last kiss on his forehead before getting out of bed fully. “Let’s go, babe,” you said while stretching.

Your shirt rode up the slightest bit revealing the slightest peek at the lace on your underwear. Johnnie couldn’t help but admire his beautiful girlfriend.

You noticed his staring and rolled your eyes. “Staring is rude,” you chastised playfully.

“I can’t help that the woman I love is absolutely beautiful,” he said and heat rushed to your cheeks.

“Oh, hush. Now, c’mon let’s get up,” you told him. He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly began to get out of bed. You grabbed your phone from the charger and saw that you had a text from Tara. She asked if you and Johnnie were ready to go eat breakfast.

You texted back letting her know that you’d be ready in 20 minutes.

You walked into the bathroom to take a quick shower and brush your teeth, Johnnie did the same. The process of getting ready for the day was surprisingly easy. You were also surprised at how little of a hangover you had. You barely even remembered the events of last night.

You were wearing a green floral pattern corset top and a pair of shorts. You wore the necklace that Johnnie had gotten you for your birthday, the pendant was your birth flower.

Johnnie stepped out of the bathroom and looked at you. He smiled as your eyes met his, “Hey, Johnnie, what happened last night?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. Johnnie almost laughed as he thought of what happened last night.

“Well, it was an eventful night for you. But I’ll spare you the details to save you the embarrassment,” he said and walked over to you dropping a kiss on your forehead. You sighed and shut your eyes tightly running your hands over your face.

“It was that bad?” you asked him. “I thought it was adorable,” he said and grabbed your hands in his.

“So it was that bad,” you sighed and let your head fall on his shoulder. He chuckled and kissed your head.

“How are you feeling by the way?” he asked, and you shrugged. “I’m ok, not too bad Just a headache and a bit sick to my tummy,” you told him and he couldn’t help but smile at your use of the word tummy. “Maybe a bit of food will help. Let’s go meet everyone for breakfast,” he said. You grabbed your phone and he held the door open for you.

You smiled at him in thanks. You waited for him as he walked out, he placed a hand on the small of your back guiding you forward.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me, You always do,” you thanked him and he blushed a bit. “You do the same for me,” he replied and you smiled at him.

You met up with Tara, Jake, and Barry. You smiled and bid everyone good morning with the returned sentiment.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Tara asked his time.

“I’m doing alright, I just have a headache and I’m a bit sick to my stomach,” You told her and she looked at you in confusion.

“Girl, there’s no way you’re that ok. You literally didn’t recognize Johnnie and told him that you had a boyfriend to make him go away,” she explained to you with a laugh.

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped.

“Wait! No way, I have never seen (y/n) that drunk before. You didn’t recognize Johnnie?” Jake questioned incredulously. You covered your face with your hands and shook your head.

“It’s ok (y/n), we all do stupid things when we’re drunk. Don’t worry about it,” Barry tried to reassure you. He squeezed your shoulder.

“Guys, you didn’t have to tell her,” Johnnie said and wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you into his chest. You hid yourself in his chest as they all laughed.

“It was cute though from what you told me!” Tara exclaimed. “Still, she’s embarrassed about it now. I wasn’t even gonna tell her,” he said.

“Sorry (y/n),” Tara said. “Didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Jake added.

They saw your shoulders begin to shake and they grew concerned, as did Johnnie.

“Hey, hey babe, are you crying?” he asked and pulled away from you.

He saw that in fact, you were not crying at all. You were in fits of giggles. Johnnie smiled and chuckled with you. Your friend’s concern grew into confusion as you turned to face them.

“I did that? Like, honestly?” you asked through laughter. Tara nodded her head hesitantly.

“You’re not mad we told you?” she asked and you shook your head no.

“No, I was completely shocked, and embarrassed of course but… that’s so crazy. I don’t think I’ve been that drunk before,” you told them with a smile. You could see the relief wash over them.

“You actually scared me, I thought we made you cry,” Jake said and walked over to hug you. You hugged him back just as tightly, “I’m fine, no tears here,” you said as he let go of you.

“Barry, I appreciate your reassurance. You’re always the one to make me feel better,” you said and gave him a side hug. Johnnie looked down at you and shook his head with a big smile. You looked up at him and linked your arm with his.

“Breakfast time now!” you enthused. Everyone chuckled as they followed your lead to a table.

You sat down and ordered your favorite breakfast with coffee/tea. Tara and you were mainly the ones to chat away. She told you more of what happened, and you all laughed. It was nice to be able to spend time with them.

Tara wanted to attempt to tan one more time before the cruise ended. You decided to stay with the boys this time. She begrudgingly agreed once you promised to go to the beach with her when you got home.

The day passed much too quickly for your liking, it was now almost 6 pm. The boys of course were starting to drink, and you had taken a pass after what happened the night before. You weren’t sure where Tara had run off to, but you assumed she was tipsy enough to want to talk with strangers now. Johnnie and Jake were both doing their best to hide how many drinks they had had.

The night carried on like that until it all became too much. Barry and Tara helped you get Jake and Johnnie back to the rooms at the end of the night. Once you knew Barry and Jake were safe in their room you walked with Tara to hers. You made sure she got in safely and made your way to your room.

Johnnie was doing his best to help you manage him into your room. He tried to walk as best as he could without stumbling around. He did rather well and as you entered the room he collapsed on the bed.

You chuckled at the sight of him. His hair was a mess and his makeup smeared a bit. Just as he helped you the night before you helped him. He curled up next to you in bed and drifted off as soon as you began playing with his hair.

“I love you, Johnnie,” you whispered and kissed his head before drifting off.

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uc1wa · 1 year ago

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18+ minors dni

tags: fem reader, penetrative sex, oral sex, threesome (yay), unprotected sex, alcohol, dirty talk, reader gets slut the fuck out

roy harper: a little friday night clubbing anyone? >:)

it was the first friday you, roy, and jason all had a night off, and roy’s text was your first thought as well—he just beat you to the invitation.

as expected, jason’s quick to turn the idea down. the same reasoning as always: not wanting to be in a sweaty, jam packed room with drinks being thrown and sweaty body’s all over him. it wasn’t the first time the dark haired man had refused, but ended up agreeing to appease his two best friends.

and as always, it takes a little convincing on yours and roy’s behalf, c’mon jay, we never go clubbing! i’ll buy you a drink if you come, pleaseeeee

plenty of pleases were passed around until the man finally gave in, and that’s when he came knocking on your apartment door, dressed in black head to toe with a roll of his green eyes.

"enjoy tonight because i promise this is the last time." he huffs as he sits at one of your barstools, next to roy who’s lining up pregame shots.

"we’ll change that attitude by the end of the night," the red head says with a wink before bringing the tiny cup with tequila to his lips, stretching his head back to down it with a twisted face. jason does the same, but with a slow lick of salt from the top of his hand before he downs the liquor that makes him inhale deeply.

"this shit is nasty," he says lowly, both men watching you as you take your shot with salt before and lime after, a glint playing in roy’s eyes.

two more rounds of shots burn your throat before the three of you are walking a few blocks down the street under streetlights. you walk comfortably between the two men that could very well pass as your personal security guards.

✬

the club was crowded and packed, as expected on a friday night downtown. but, you weren’t complaining, not even a bit as roy was behind you, his hands playing and holding your hips as you leaned and danced against him.

no, it wasn’t like you were dating, but it wasn’t like the three of you were only friends. you and roy had kissed on a few occasions… usually when some type of drinking game was involved, or when you both were plastered and roy would say, "wish i could kiss somebody right now," while he’s scrolling on tinder. because why would he say something like that when you’re sitting beside him, all glossed up?

while roy and you are having the time of your lives, grinding against one another with smiles on your faces, jason’s in front of you, close enough that your legs keep touching but not to the extent that you want him yet. his lips sit straight as he watches you and roy dance, wanting to take both of you back to his place and have more fun than what was taking place.

"c’mon, jay, dance with us!" you’re reaching a hand to snake around jason’s neck, pulling his body closer and his ear down to your lips to say as loud as you can. jason’s chuckling as you’re pulling him to your frontside, the three of your body’s dancing in sync with everybody else’s in the dark club.

roy smirks at that, one hand remaining on your hip and the other goes in front of you, tugging on jason’s belt loops as if the man can’t get closer, legs slotted between your own.

currently, you were the only one with a drink in your hand. jason and roy had finished both of whatever the red headed behind you had ordered. it was apparent jason wasn’t loosened up enough, so you brought the cup to his lips, allowing his tongue and teeth to find the straw with a grin. he sipped on it before you did the same thing, except over your shoulder so that roy could take a sip, and then back down to your own lips.

jason’s knee found it’s way between your legs, and as soon as he realized he could get closer, he had a hand gripped onto roy’s hip, and the other on your waist. "for a little bitch that doesn’t like clubbing, i don’t see you protesting now," roy says loud enough for both you and jason to hear, and jason rolls his eyes while you snicker.

"you know he can’t get enough of us," you say, smirking at jason who’s mirroring your lips, except looking down at you. "and what if i can’t?" jason bites back.

roy pauses briefly with a wide smile, "show us you can’t when we get back home," to which jason nods in approval, tightening his grip that’s latched onto both of you.

whereas most would be hesitant to go to a club in gotham, it was no problem for you, and definitely not a problem for the men towering over you. big hands were holding you while their even bigger and broader selves watched the way you danced like you knew just how their bodies worked.

the red headed man decided to lean down, his lips ghosting over your neck before he presses a small kiss to the spot that sends chills throughout you. "glad to know that i’ll be taking you home," roy whispers in your ear.

"you gotta share me, you okay with that?" your eyes move from roy’s to jason’s who are dark, not interested in what you two are whispering about but rather taking in the view that is you grinding on roy.

if it was anybody but jason, roy wouldn’t have any after thought to what you just said. a shake of his head and he’d be gone.

but… it was jason you were talking about. the man who’d never made a move on either of you, but was always sitting back with crossed legs, observing when you and roy would kiss. jason who would watch the two of you as if you were purely there for his satisfaction, the same exact way he was in the club right now.

like you and roy were made for him and only him.

roy and jason make and keep eye contact as roy’s hand explores your body, running up your stomach and ghosting over your breast, finding its way back down till a hand is squeezing the top of your thigh.

"i think somebody wants a little kiss," roy says in your ear, lowly. a smirk creeps it’s way to your lips, looking from jason’s eyes to his lips that look all too inviting right now.

not another second is wasted as you’re slowly bringing your hands to caress jason’s neck, rubbing the sides and gently pulling him down, to which he doesn’t resist.

"can i kiss you?" your voice is sweet, and your wide eyes are irresistible to the man you call your best friend. a simple nod is spoken between the two of you and you’re pulling tight on his black shirt, greeting him with a messy, open mouthed kiss.

kissing jason was different than kissing roy. roy was hungry for you, not caring if it was your lips he was kissing or your neck and doing it like it was the last taste he’d ever get of you. roy didn’t care what he’d get of you, he just wanted a taste if you’d let him.

but jason was sensual. it could’ve been because it was your first time kissing the man, but his kisses were long and slow and painful, making desire grow faster and faster in your stomach. you reached his pace, kissing back sweeter and softer.

and though you wish your outting could’ve last longer, the feeling of jason’s eyes stripping you combined with roy’s wandering hands is making you weak at the knees. "wanna go home," you pull back from jason’s lips to say loud enough for the two men to hear you.

jason gives another approving nod, not without bringing his thumb to your lips, though. he pushes a little harder than he realizes, but he’s wiping his spit from your mouth with a grin tugging at his lips, bringing the back of his forearm to wipe his own.

green eyes look up to roy’s who hasn’t stopped smirking since you asked jason to kiss him. roy finally understood jason; it was real nice to sit back and watch his two best friends be intimate with one another. but, he couldn’t help the feeling of wanting to join in, which is why he’s grabbing both of your hands and leading way through sweaty bodies and to the outside of the club.

the fresh air is relieving, the breeze allowing you to realize what just happened, and you look at jason who is still holding onto roy, walking towards the direction of your apartment. no words are spoken in the journey, but thoughts filling all three minds.

the first and foremost in your head was, is jason really about to do this? whatever ‘this’ is, was unclear. were you going to go home and makeout ‘till you’re drunk selves pass out? was that going to happen, and more?

nervousness and excitement fill your stomach until you’re fumbling with your keys that jason handed to you from his pocket, unlocking the door and closing it behind the two men with a ‘click.’

you took a breath once you locked the door again, fearing to turn around to the two men who you’d image to be standing there, looking at you a bit clueless. you were scared of the awkwardness that had the potential to arise in the quietness that filled your apartment in contrast to the club that had ear aching music playing.

with a turn on your heel, you’re looking up to find the two figures that you brought home. a sigh of relief slipping past your lips when you see jason headed to take a seat on your sofa and roy ridding himself of his shirt, scarred skin covering his body. with roy looking at you and jason not, you smirk at the red head, motioning with your head to where the other man was sitting before walking over until you’re stood in front of jason.

"hi," you say with a smile, hand reaching jason’s shoulder and pushing back until his neck hits the back of your sectional, looking at you through dark eyelashes. "hi," he says back, tilting his head in a way that’s asking you to follow through with your intentions.

the challenge heightens your confidence, one knee touching the cushions on either side of jason and the other follows. it was extremely safe to say jason was much bigger than roy.

his thighs were meatier than roy’s, adding extra cushion to the seat that you were currently sat. and his chest… jason’s chest was huge. the surface area never seemed to stop as you took it in, his pecs pushing through his shirt that you didn’t realize was so tight against his skin until now.

your eyes traveled upwards until you reached his face. one end of his lips pulled up in a small smirk, his eyebrows at level and his green eyes mirroring yours—observing how pretty and small you look sitting on his muscular thighs.

your attention is diverted as roy takes a seat on the couch beside the two of you, close enough to to show that he was apart of whatever this is, but far enough to allow you two to be comfortable and for him to watch.

"you’re both so pretty," he says, one arm slung over the backside of the sofa, eyes moving up and down your bodies. this makes jason chuckle before his eyes are back on you.

"says you," you say back to roy, extending an arm to place a strand of hair behind his ear which makes him grin. your touch slides down until you’re cupping his jaw, pulling him towards you and pressing a delicate kiss to his lips. "pretty boy," you whisper, pecking one more kiss and you’re pulling back, immediately going to press a kiss to jason’s lips.

his cheeks are a little pink—and who can blame him? he’d never been one to partake in the action, only to sit back and watch like it was his favorite television show. his hands though, tell a different story. big palms start at your knees, slowly and sensually moving upwards until he’s feeling your thighs, and landing on your hips with a squeeze for good measure.

this kiss is different than the one from the club. it’s quicker, hungrier and you can feel the growing erection that’s hidden underneath black denim below you. you smile in the kiss as best as you can, sucking on jason’s tongue which elicits a groan from him, and a smirk from roy.

a minute goes by of sloppy kisses until you’re pulling back, breathing heavy with pink cheeks and a core that’s aching. "bedroom," you whisper, looking from jason to roy and back to jason who’s quick to stand up with a hand latched under your ass, holding you onto him. his other hand holds out for roy, pulling him off the couch and continuing to interlock with him until he’s throwing you on the bed, taking his black shirt off and throwing it somewhere.

roy takes this time to climb over top of you, your back laying comfortably against your decently made bed, his hands going to either side of your head and leaning down without warning. his lips are on you, thighs pushing you further up the bed so that he can comfortably make out with you, pushing his lower end against yours in a small rhythm that’s not overbearing, but makes you want more and more.

the sound of shoes sliding off, metal hitting the ground and the bed creaking as jason climbs to sit on it fills the air that isn’t taken over by the sound of yours and lips kissing, tiny sounds coming from both of your throats.

the man overtop of you smiles against your lips, pulling back as he feels his friends presence beside him. and your eyes widen, your elbows helping your body to sit up more to watch the scene that was happening quickly in front of you.

as roy moved himself from you, he dropped his pants, leaving both him and jason in nothing but their boxers as he cupped jason’s cheek, pressing a small kiss to his lips that acted more like a test. a test that questioned just how far jason was willing to go with the both of you.

your eyes watched jason’s arms, the hesitation in his body that contradicted the way his eyes fell closed and his lips moved against roy’s. the eyes that opened back up, wide, when roy’s eyes looked over jason’s face, reading it and accepting that he was okay with it when hands fell onto the red head’s hips.

now you were the observer, and not a single complaint nor feeling of ignorance came to your head. really, no thoughts came to your head as your eyes watched your two best friends make out with one another. the way light brown freckles covered roy’s back that was flexed in the way he bent over to kiss jason. the bulging biceps that weren’t even flexed of jason’s connected to big and veiny hands that were beginning to slip their way under the elastic band of roy’s boxers.

fucking hadn’t even partaken yet, and the intimacy and heat that flooded the room made it smell of sex. your skin glistened, just as the other two men’s were in a way that only it could tonight; dancing on one another and then making your way to your bedroom.

without intention to, a whimper slipped past your lips that were spread open, jaw dropped and eyes wide. a whimper that pulled roy and jason out of their kissing and made both of their heads turn to you, you with dark red littering your cheeks shyly, embarassment making your stomach tighten.

"’m sorry," you say, apologizing for taking the two men out of their daze. roy can’t help but chuckle at that while jason smiles, resting his hands behind his back.

"don’t be sorry, baby," roy’s raspy voice cuts through the heavy air that’s settled in the room you’re all in. "not getting enough attention? can you believe that, jay? our pretty girl wants us, can’t stand to just sit there and watch," he teases while jason laughs.

roy moves, his body standing in front of yours and his hand placing its weight on your shoulder, pushing you down and into the bed. "so greedy," jason says looking over your body that has too much clothing on for his liking.

pale hands strip your bottoms off your legs, letting them fall to the carpet that’s placed under your bed. roy whistles, looking at the underwear of choice for the night.

"who’d you wear these for?" he asks, finger pulling the band from your waist and letting go, letting it slap against your skin as another whimper slips past you.

and if you were being honest, you didn’t know who you were wearing it for. yes, you’d brought home strangers before and had one night stands with them. and yes, you’d made out with roy, dry humping him against your sofa, but never fucking him.

so, the answer truly wasn’t clear, and your shy voice showed it.

"don’t know," you say quietly, looking back and forth at both sets of eyes that were glued to your body.

"i’ll tell you who you’re gonna start wearing pretty panties for baby," roy begins, bending down until his knees are pressed against the floor of your bedroom, forearms hooking under your knees and pulling you forward with a jolting force.

jason’s big form scoots over in your bed, his hand pulling under your shirt and lifting it over your head with help from you, lips tugging when he realized a bra wasn’t included in your attire for the night, nipples perked and begging to be touched.

"didnt even wear a bra?" jason questions, eyebrow arched and fingers going down to play with the skin that’s asking for him. he takes the soft skin between his index and thumb, pressing hard to hear a moan that’s designed just for him.

though, it’s hard to tell when roy’s lips are sucking and pressing kisses to the inside of your thighs, leaving a trail of saliva against the soft skin until he’s made his way to the lacey thong that’s covering your pussy.

the feeling of two men on you was a lot. the two men being the two men you’d been friends with for years on end now, though? it was a completely different story and the intimacy was making you feel a different type of drunk compared to the alcohol you sipped on in the club.

this type of drunk was overwhelming, hot, and carved to be the perfect fit for your body. your best friends touching you in ways they never had before, but not once did it fail to make your eyes close and your lips part.

jason’s leaning to press soft and close mouthed kisses to your collarbones, the warm skin beneath him getting hotter to the touch. skin that he himself was getting drunk off of too, the tightness that’s growing in his boxers becoming unbearable.

his lips continue kissing you, traveling upwards and kissing at your neck. his lips open, teeth nipping at your throat, kissing up your jaw until he’s at your lips again. tongue delving into your mouth as you kiss him back, making out with him while you smile against his lips, tasting the remnants of roy’s lips that had lasted from earlier.

that was, until you gasped at roy who’s slipped two fingers into your entrance that’s slicked and overly ready for him. your entrance that’s soft and drooling over fingers that roy’s already curling deep inside of you without warning. roy’s lips reattach to your thigh, groaning against it as teeth press down on the skin.

"fuck, y’don’t know how long i wanted to feel this pretty pussy," roy says, lips still pressed to your skin. and it was lewd the way the man’s eyes were glued to your pussy, the way he was very obviously taking mental photos of how you looked, pushing his fingers into your hole as your back arches against the covers beneath you.

jason’s lips pull away from yours at the statement, his eyes meeting roy’s before looking down at where yours and his body’s met, eyes fixating the form of your body, his cock feeling as if it’s pulsating from the aching feeling in his boxers.

"get her prepped for me," jason says to roy. roy’s eyes widen as he nods, "yeah, make her pretty pussy yours," roy snickers, pulling fingers out and licking them up until he’s sucking on the two fingers that were helping open you up for jason. it was sickening, the way your open eyes watched roy who was watching you as he licked himself clean of your mess that you painted him with. the way he was sure not to miss a drop, humming until the only thing glistening on his fingers was leftover saliva.

finally, he pulls away and jason is quick to stand up, taking his place between your legs. he presses a kiss to your bent knee, standing back up and looking down at your body that’s sprawled out, the drool that’s glossed your lips while your pussy was pulsating. his fingers hook under your thong that roy never took off, pulling it down your legs and doing the same to himself as he rid of his boxers.

jason never seemed to have a small cock. after all, he was a big man who stood confidently over six foot with a broad form. so when you saw his member that stood proudly against his abdomen, your eyes widened. he was big. the girth of him followed by the length was monstorous and made your leg tremble slightly in anticipation. several veins lead to his tip that had a small pool of pre-cum dripping from it.

"all fours, pretty girl," the man grinned, hand stroking his member to prepare himself for you and give him some kind of stimulation. as you comply with a nod, turning so that your body is held up by your hands and knees, jason looks to roy. eyebrow arching as he sees the man is still in boxers, chuckling at the wet patch sitting right where the outline of his dick was.

"fuck off," roy responds, taking his boxers off and getting on his knees, making his way until his member is in front of your face. roy wasn’t as big, girth wise, as jason. but his length competed with jason’s, a happy trail of dark red hair leading to the member that was making you lick your lips.

your wide eyes looked up at roy who watched your expression and the anticipation you held. he tilted his head as he smirked. "can your pretty lips take me?" he asks, and you nod your head embarrassingly quick. "wanna taste," you pout.

the feeling of jason making his way onto his knees behind you makes you whimper, your body spiked in excitement and nervousness—coming from both ends. one hand holds your hip as the other takes hold of his member, teasingly hitting and ghosting the lips of your pussy that are moving in want.

"greedy fucking pussy, huh doll?" jason questions, enjoying the way you’re fluttering around his length, your juices dripping onto the cock that’s painfully teasing you.

"jay-jason, please," you whine against the cock that roy’s tapping against your lower lip. maybe if you weren’t being teased from being full on both ends of your body, you wouldn’t have a trembling lip and flushed cheeks. maybe your toes wouldn’t be curled and maybe tears wouldn’t be pricking the corners of your eyes.

but, you couldn’t help it and roy coos, "wanna be stuffed that bad baby? take two cocks at once? fuckin’ dirty girl," he presses his member past your lips which graciously take him, sucking around the length until you’re gagging against him, his hand holding the back of your head to keep you there a beat longer. "if you wanted us that long, shoulda’ just said, slutty baby."

jason allows you to get adjusted to roy’s length that’s filling your mouth and throat, watching as your drool’s dripping down the man until it’s slicking lines down his thighs. and now jason can’t hold himself back as much as he enjoys teasing your entrance.

slowly, the man pushes inside of you, pulling your hips back until your ass is flush against his pelvis, the loud moan leaving your lips making him feel another sense of accomplishment. while on the other hand, roy groans loudly, the feeling of you moaning and humming against his cock sending another feeling of pleasure through his body.

the scene was lewd, the way jason was pumping himself in and out of your pussy. the same pussy that was leaking all over roy’s fingers just minutes ago, now leaking down his own cock. you were sucking him in, proving that without realizing, you were greedy for the man. wanting nothing but his dick to continue stuffing you, his length hitting every spot that no other man had hit before. spots that only the length of jason could touch against your soft and gummy walls

his hand falls flat against your back, forcing you to arch your spine that allows home for a deeper spot within you that jason begins touching. a place that’s tighter and has jason’s hand raised, letting it fall with a loud spank against the meat that moves for him.

"that good, doll? pussy can’t get enough of me, fuckin’ eating me alive," jason groans, finding the confidence to match roy’s level of dirty talk, his mind only halfway there, the other half fucking you with loud sounds of skin slapping skin.

"baby’s too shy, didn’t want us to know she wanted to fuck us," roy smiles wickedly to jason, fucking your lips the second he deemed you adjusted to the size of his dick. "pretty little thing, wanted to be good for us. didn’t want us to know she’s just a little slut for us, huh?" roy’s eyes move down to you, watching the tears spill down your cheeks, shining on the skin he was kissing all over earlier that night. his hand falls to your cheek, tapping it in a small slap that makes you squeeze your pussy against jason.

the moans and groans that come from your throat were pushing roy over the edge, your stomach finding it’s way into knots, squeezing against jason’s cock, pulling him of the cum that’s threatening to gush out of your hole.

jason’s nails dig into the soft skin of your hips, pace increasing until your hands are holding onto roy, one on his hip and the other on his thigh in an attempt to hold yourself up. the stimulation was all too much, your body begging for release in the form of an orgasm, and to fall limp on the bed in front of you.

"gonna swallow me baby?" roy groans, pace slowing to let you nod. as soon as he watches your pretty self accept, he’s spilling himself into your mouth, cum leaking from the corners of your lips and dripping onto the bed beneath you. "good girl," he breathes, pulling out of your mouth and watching you swallow his seed, like the good girl he knows you are. and even while you’re continuing to be fucked by jason, his thumb moves to your lips, pushing the rest of his warmth into your mouth, cleaning your face of the mess he filled you with.

"good girl, yeah? taking jason’s dick so good baby," he says, eyes moving to the man who’s slamming into you enough to make your ass bounce against him every time he pulls out and pushes back in.

it’s only a matter of seconds until you’re milking jason, your cum settling in a ring around jason’s cock as he’s releasing himself into you. you both fill the room with moans and groans as roy watches, a small pool of sweat sitting in the arch of your back as you fist the blankets underneath you. jason’s leaning over you, his cum dripping out of your pussy despite him staying inside of you, stopping his thrusts while one arm holds himself up against the bed. the other wraps around your stomach, touching you in any way that he can, pressing against your lower stomach, more cum making its way out of your hole at the movement that’s helping you to release all energy from your body.

roy lays down, hand smoothing overtop of yours while your body collapses on your bed. breathing at an uneven pace with closed eyes and a whimper when jason finally pulls out of you, his body laying against your blankets beside you.

the sound of catching breaths and small whimpers continuing to leave you at the aftershock of being fucked are now the noises that fill your room. bodies covered in sweat and the pungent smell of heated sex dripping from the cream painted walls of your bedroom.

your body was exhausted, throat sore from moaning and gagging and hands from holding yourself up for so long. pussy aching from the senseless pounding jason had put you through tonight, feeling of emptiness adding onto the feeling.

"she’s so fucked out," roy grins, your face turned towards him, lips open and eyes closed from exhaustion. jason laughs, his hand moving to rest on your back and rub up and down your skin soothingly. "we’ll make it up to you in the morning, doll," jason says as you’re slipping into a state of sleep.

your friends let you sleep, jason’s finding a warm rag and cleaning you up so that you don’t fall asleep as messy as they left you. both men then clean themselves off, roy pressing a kiss to jason’s cheek teasingly while he grins right back.

"didn’t know you had that in you," roy snickers, jason’s green eyes roll. "you two are gonna start finding out what else i have in me," jason says back, holding onto roy’s hand and leading him into bed, both men finding their way on either side of you, tucking you in sweetly.

"goodnight, jaybird," jason says, arm wrapped around you, landing on roy’s backside. "goodnight, pretty boy," roy yawns back.

a/n first time writing a threesome pls luv it

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lizzie-boo · 8 months ago

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Baby, You're My Type

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Words: 804

Summary: When someone unexpected asks you on a date it brings some new information to light. And long-overdue conversations are had.

A/N: Slowly getting back into writing, I'm very rusty so please bear with me. Hope you enjoy it. I should have a few more small fics coming out in the next few days while I still have some time off.

The Hellfire club was just finishing up a section of their campaign when you burst through the door, eager to share your news. You throw yourself into an open seat, leg bouncing as you wait for Eddie to stop talking. You lean over the table, fingers tapping as you stare at your best friend.

As soon as he closes his mouth the words were spilling out, “The funniest thing ever just happened.”

Everyone begins packing their things and Eddie quirks a brow in your direction. When all you do is stare at him with a wide grin he gestures for you to continue.

“Jason just asked me on a date,” you laugh as the rest of the room goes quiet. The older members of the group are quick to rush out the door not wanting to see where this conversation goes. Dustin on the other hand stops shoving papers into his backpack and settles in, ready to watch the drama.

Lucas and Mike tug at his arms, not wanting to stick around longer than necessary. “Let’s go,” Mike hisses. His eyes darting between you and Eddie.

"Now," Lucas urges.

“I want to see how this plays out,” Dustin whines, catching your attention. Your laughing dies as you take in the worried look of the younger group members and realize that maybe your news wasn’t as funny as you thought.

“You should go out with him.” You whip around, eyes wide. The click of the door behind you is all you need to let you know that only you and Eddie are left to finish this conversation.

You open and close your mouth, trying to figure out the right combination of words. Something that will get through to Eddie and let him know just how ridiculous he is being. Before you can find the words Eddie continues, “I mean you do seem excited about it.”

Finally you stand up and make your way toward him, leaning on the table just in front of his chair. Your fingers wrap around the edge of the table, gripping it tight.

“I was only excited to share the news because it’s crazy and I found it funny.”

“I don’t see what would be that funny about it.” He leans forward in his seat. The small gap between you grows smaller but neither of you back down. The smell of his cheap cologne floods your senses and for a moment you forget what you are talking about.

“He’s not my type, not even close to my type. Everyone knows that, so it’s funny that he thought he would ever have a chance.” The way you lips quirk up at the end of your sentence is not missed by Eddie. His eyes practically glued to your lips as you speak.

“Are you sure, he seems like he would be your type.” There’s an edge to his voice that has you gripping the table harder. How can he still think that you would be into someone like Jason when you have always made it clear that you would never be caught dead with someone that arrogant.

You chew on your lip, contemplating if you really want to say what you’re about to. Taking a deep breath you tell Eddie, “My type is metalheads, with crazy hair, tattoos, and a love for nerdy things like dungeons and dragons.”

He taps his fingers against the arm of his chair, pretending to think about your revelation. You scan the room, trying to find anything to hold your attention so you can avoid looking at Eddie.

“I thought you said everyone knew your type, but I never knew that’s what you’re into.” He stands from his chair inching ever closer. His warm breath hits your face and finally you turn your gaze back to him.

Your heart flutters as you take him in up close. Mustering all the courage in you, you tell him, “I made it painfully obvious for so long, but in case you still can’t see it this should help.”

He quirks a brow at your cryptic words and you bunch your hands in his shirt pulling him closer. Pressing your lips into his you let out all the pent up emotion you have been holding in. His arm slips around your waist pulling you closer as his other slides up to cup your cheek.

When you pull back, you can’t help but to smile. “In case it still wasn’t clear, you’re my type Eddie, just you.”

“Hmm, I never would’ve guessed,” he jokes. “That’s good though, ‘cause baby, you're my type too.”

Lifting you slightly he sets you fully on the table intent on making up for lost time. As your lips find his you wrap your legs around his waist and get lost in the happiness of finally being with Eddie.

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fashionteahouse · 2 months ago

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Can I get one where Paul imprinted on the hottest girl on the rez and all the pack had crushed on her at one point in their lives so when they are all out patrolling Paul keeps thinking back to when he and the reader slept together the pack can’t get that image out of their heads so when they are with their own imprints during their sexual activities they accidentally say readers name when they finish and the imprints get mad thinking something is going on kinda like that episode

yes! this honestly seems so juicy to write 😭 hope you enjoy :)

rewind - paul x reader

Admiring from a far, each pack member imagined what it would be like if you said yes. They looked forward to seeing you around the rez. You knew them kind of well from growing up together. Annoyance was there when you knew the inevitable question would come, “Can I take you out?”

Everyone was turned down. One after the next. It was confusing because it was rare for a very pretty girl to be single. You didn’t care about being in a relationship. You wanted to focus on your future. Something needed to stick out to you for you to gravitate towards it.

With rejection targeting all of his pack brothers, Paul for the first time was nervous about asking out a girl. After he shifted, he saw you walking with a friend in the city and bam! He felt like he could take the word into the palm of his hands and own it. He wanted to own it with you. You seen him around, but never struck up a conversation with him.

In a way, you thought he was a bit interesting. His eyes enchanted yours and you found yourself finding it hard to look away. You had to though, in order to cross the street.

The pack didn’t believe him when he told them he imprinted on you. Waving it off and saying, “She’ll shoot you down too.”

He knew they were just jealous. He watched slowly but surely as his pack brothers were getting entangled in their imprint’s lives.

He felt like he could do a thousand backflips when you agreed to let him treat you out to ice cream. You didn’t know that one yes could change the trajectory of your life. One hangout turned into many. Soon, you both were joined at the hip. You both didn’t need to breathe in oxygen. You had each other. The kisses were sweet, the touches were comforting, and the moments never seemed to be enough.

Breathy pants of Paul’s name escapes your lips over and over. Dancing with stars was the best description to match the feeling you both felt. Hovering over him, he was able to possessively cup your breast as you bounced on him. Reaching your peak, Paul watched as you went silent and arched your back as you faced the ceiling with your eyes closed, trembling.

“Jesus..” Jared comments.

A growl erupts deep in Paul’s animalistic mind and leaks out of his throat. He totally forgot he was on patrol. He couldn’t help it. You drove him wild. He was counting down the very second he was able to go back to you.

“Thanks. I’ll never get it out of my head.” Quil says, almost not sorry for admitting the excitement he felt.

Paul predatorily creeps towards him, “I have an idea on how to get it out for you.”

“That’s enough.” Sam orders, knowing Paul will actually attack him to make him forget.

“You all need to mind your business.” Paul says to the others.

“I still can’t believe you were able to score her. You really are the spirit’s favorite.” Jacob says. He was tired of the same sexual positions that his imprint was comfortable with.

“I swear Kim only gets on top every once in a blue moon.” Jared says.

“Didn’t ask.” Paul says and think of blankness for the rest of patrol.

Emily was happy to see just Sam come through the door. Usually a pile of boys would be behind him.

“They wanted to go home.” Sam explains when he noticed Emily’s puzzled expression. He knew the reason why. She nods and smiled and pulls him close to her. His intrusive thought of what he saw during patrol made him feel aroused. He tried to shake it. Finally having alone time, the bed rocked to the rhythm that Sam pumped into Emily. Her brain was mush and she was loving every second. Her rolling hips reminded him of how you bucked at Paul. Feeling the tingling of climax approaching, he pumps faster, only to whisper your name as he rides out his orgasm. He hopes that it was quiet enough for it to miss Emily’s ears. Emily rewinded what he said as he moved to the bathroom to clean up. She felt some type of way. Hurt even.

Jared had to coerce and coerce Kim to be on top this time. The memory of what he saw in his pack brother’s mind, made him really want Kim to do it. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” she shyly says. Jared caress the sides of her skin giving her a content smile. “Just move in the direction it feels good.” he coaches and helps give her the start of the rocking motion. A special spot hits her and she gets the hang of it soon enough. Her face slightly titled up and eyelids hung low, Jared’s mind rewinded the image of the same position he saw on patrol. Bucking his hips, he closed his eyes trying to focus on just Kim and just Kim only. Instead, the picture of your puffy and puckered breasts moving up and down was alone with him. At the height of Kim’s note of her orgasmic moan, he moaned at the same time as her, calling your name. He didn’t think she heard, her voice was louder than his. Kim noticed because she actually liked on top this time, she was left wondering if Jared didn’t like it. Another girl was on his mind.

Laying on his back, waiting for his imprint to come into the bedroom for bed, Jacob stared at the ceiling. He tried to make it through the seconds that passed him to not go back to the imagery of you in the bedroom. He was happy with who he was with. He just wanted a switch up every once in a while. Coming in, slowly becoming shy as Jacob pulls her to him, she runs her fingers through his hair. He kisses her with love and while she was still on top of him, he rocks his hips a bit even though she still had clothing on. Gladly, she responds with the roll her hips, getting comfortable with position. Jacob takes his sweet time, it was a blessing for her but it was a curse to him. Trying his best to focus on the girl removing her top, he rewinded on the moment of your orgasmic face. He wanted to make his imprint make the same face. For the heck of it, his imprint rode him without wanting to go safe. She was shy at first but Jacob’s grunts and groans motivated her to keep going. Watching him squeeze his eyes shut, she felt really good. At her peak, she heard a groaned out trail of your name leave his lips. She didn’t want her tears to show until she leaves out to turn on the shower.

A three way communication was involving the three imprints. One vented to the other of what happened in bed. They came to the same conclusion and let the other know, only to find out they’re all victims. Wondering on what to do, Kim couldn’t help but speak her census.

“Y/N definitely has something to do with this”

Emily didn’t want to believe it but in her mind, there was no other reason why Sam would say your name.

“I’ll invite her over. If she’s around the boys they will either stick up for her or vise versa”

Waiting on your arrival, you were stalling to leave Paul. He was like a magnet. He promised to pick you up soon.

Arriving was normal for you. For the other three girls, not so much. You joined them at the table and is surprised that none of them got up to hug you like they always did.

“We won’t be mad, but what’s going on with you and the boys?” Kim starts off. She didn’t want to do small talk. This was no manner.

“The boys? Um…it’s been a while since I’ve seen all of them. But as far as I know, nothing.” you say trying to bring a resolution.

“Have you seen Jared?” Kim asked.

“No. Why is he missing?” you ask worriedly now.

“No, he’s not missing…if you’re leading him on then it’s not a good idea.” Kim says getting agitated. Emily touches her arm.

You get confused and thrown for a loop. “Me, leading them on? What are you talking about?” you say.

“Our three imprints said your name.” Jacob’s imprint speaks up to say.

“What?!” and then you laugh. You actually think it’s a joke. “Okay, you got me. That was a good one.”

Their furious expressions don’t change and you notice, your smile starting to deflate.

“I really hope you’re not serious.” You say trying to piece everything together.

“We’re not joking.” Emily says.

“I’m sorry, but that’s their problem. I haven’t done anything for them to do that. Why would they do that?” You ask and ask the last question really wanting to know.

You pull out your phone, feeling uncomfortable. Kim starts to say and points her finger at you accusingly, “That’s so fucked up. They wouldn’t just do that if you didn’t do anything.”

You let your finger press on Paul’s contact, turning your head to Kim. “You need to ask them. Not me.” you hiss to them and Paul picks up. You ask him to pick you up but Kim interrupts, “You might need to ask her if she’s doing anything with your pack brothers.”

“What?” Paul says on the other line.

“They think I’m the reason why their imprints fantasize about me.” You say in disbelief, tears trying to prickle your eyes. You didn’t like being accused of such thing.

“Y/N, put me on speaker.” He says to you and you press it.

He calls out for the angry imprints’ attention. Once he knows that they’re actually listening to him on the phone in the middle of the table, he speaks out about what happened on patrol.

You had no knowledge of this and put your face in your hands. All you could think about that the boys saw that moment. The looks of the imprints changes from viciousness to great compassions.

They all make an effort to hug you right after Paul hangs up, feeling guilty for jumping to conclusions. The apologies were sincere and promised to never make such thing tear you guys apart. Now united, you all now think of a plan to make them feel what you all felt.

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