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PSA for all the musk sluts out there: If you don't shower for a while (or just don't use soap like a coward) you can wait until your musk builds up and then if you lie on your side with your arm under the pillow your head will be close enough to your pits to likely smell your armpits
#for those that can get drunk off their own scent...#well there you go#for those who can't...well we can fix that with a little training with this method#musk#musk kink
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à»ê± cw. fem! reader, unprotected, sugar baby gojo, missionary, tÄ«t play, praise kink, mdni.
sugar baby!gojo who lives off your praise,
you can buy him anything in the worldâbut hearing you call him a âgood boyâ was the most expensive, priceless gift he could ever get.
anytime heâs buried between your thighs, itâs like pure heaven to him. satoru canât help but shove his face between your soft breasts, humping sloppily against your body as you run your fingers down his hair. down his undercut, oh that spot . . it makes whimpers spew straight past his lips at the simple touch of your fingers. âf- fuck, miss,â heâd grunt, almost forgetting that his hardened cock was stilled inside of you. his bottom lip quivers as his body continues to sloppily thrust against you, his hips lazily trying to become in sync with your own. satoru almost purrs, feeling your thumb swipe down his undercut and the way you clench around him. ây- you feel so good.â
âeyes up here, âtoru baby,â you coo in a sweet tone, almost angelic. pretty azul irises dilate, meeting yours whilst you cup his chin. he leans into your touch as his eyes shimmer in the light. âthaaaatâs it pretty boy, jusâ hold my hips,â and he shivers once you drag your tepid hands further down, grabbing ahold of his frigidly cold hands. satoru moans, continuing to drive his dick into your sopping cunt before he leans in for a kiss. âmmpf,â you let off a muffled squeal, tossing your arms over his tensing broad shoulders.
satoruâs soft lips crash onto yours, tasting the remnants of peachy moĂ«t & chandon on your tongueâyou tasted sweet, rich. .
âno, call me a good boy again,â and with how whiny his voice is and how far apart his snowy white brows furrow, heâs not asking heâs begging. âplease miss . . please.â
âmhm, satoru,â you breathe through gritted teeth, his sizzling hot body continuously rocking against yours. the queen-sized bed grows rickety and your nails claw a long slope down his tensed back.
heâs stupidly feral, rutting into you again and again with his hungry jittery hips plowing into you with such needy, greedy thrusts. and as heâs between your thighsâgoing back and forth, hearing the sloshing sounds of your pussy shriek in rapture, satoruâs got that look in his eyes awaiting for you to say it again.
those sweet sweet words, sweeter than honey.
satoruâs sloppily kissing down your neck as his hips thrust into you quicker. he huskily groans, the sweltering hot tip of his cock kissing up against that same spot. your toes curl in pleasure as you feel his pumping surge deeper into your loving core.
âgood boy,â you whisper, letting off a soft whine once he goes back to sucking on your tits again. with a loud âpopâ, one tit of yours jiggles out from his mouth with a silvery string of saliva swallowing. a sleazy grin spreads across his lips as he heard your words of approval. heâs nodding with your swollen nipple, his eyes telling you, âsay it again, again. . â
ângh, good boy,â you repeat in broken breathy whimpers, feeling the shaky weight of his sculptured hips continuously buck into yours. satoru canât get enough of you, your scent â oh, that expensive acqua di parma perfume youâd spritz all over yourself purposely just for him to smell - it drove him insane.
satoruâs whining, his face sitting up from between your chest and heâs staring dead at you. dewy hooded eyes lock onto yours before heâs starting to see nothing but white. as satoruâs weakly moving his hips against youâhis eyes were staring to roll back, he was about to almost drool. all because of your sweet cuntâthe epitome of pussy drunk.
his base was the fullest its ever been. it thwacks and thwacks against your sloshing wet cunt until youâre dizzy, until heâs dizzy. wrapping your legs around his slim waist, you grind yourself back into him. âfuck me, right there âtorubaby, fuck.â
â âm gonna cum just from your voiceâshit,â he huffs, and he can feel your pussy slobbering all down his pace with your slick. your hands run down his waist and he moans from your touch. it was almost cute at how sensitive he was to something as simple at touch. to the outside worldâheâs satoru gojo, the strongest. but between your legs, heâs weakâhappily weak just for you and only you.
with how wet you were and how his cockâs just twitching and throbbing inside of your clingy gummy walls, itâs just so damn lewd. he sucks his teeth as his bare knuckles split, turning pale. âgod, keep touchinâ me please, touch my body. keep t- touchin,â
cupping his cheeks, you have a sheepish expression. âbaby, youâre rambling again,â you softly murmur, and heâs panting, rolling his hips faster into you. he leans into your touch, his plump cheek squishing against your palm. your arms go back to hauling themselves over his shoulders before you bring him into a kiss.
satoruâs shivering at how your lips crash onto him yet againâyour hands feeling all over him. his hips grew so unapologetically sloppy that it was only a matter of time before his knees pathetically buckled.
as his tongue blissfully curls against yours, strands of sappy saliva tangling amongst each other, he whimpers right into your mouth. satoruâs hips pop against you as he tries to slow down, feeling himself finally let go.
itâs so good, his cock emits out lustrous ribbons of cum right into your cunt and your lips part, gasping. âoh, o- oh shit,â he grunts, feeling the warmth of your ankle run down his chiseled back. satoruâs panting heavily, cowardly tucking his head back between his favorite place â your tits.
âmmpf,â he tries to suppress his moans as heâs still cumming. itâs so much that he canât help but shake. euphoria overtakes his body as heâs dumping satiny strands inside of you. his tongue swirls against each of your pretty tender nipples before he gives each of them a long three second suck. you whine, feeling him pour every dribbling drop inside of your pussy until itâs no more for him to spill.
a hand of yours runs through his unkempt ivory strands as heâs trying to silence his sweet noises by having his mouth stuffed full. âf- fuck, thatâs it, âtoru,â and he hums with his pretty lashes fluttering themselves shut, feeling butterflies once your fingers drag through his delicate scalp.
satoruâs entirely sloppy without zero shame either. with half-lidded droopy eyes, you watch as a bit of his own saliva runs from the corners of his pink crooked lips. âs- satoru,â you moan, his flaccid cock still plugged into you. itâs hot, his tip was barely even leaking anymore, and yet between your thighsâit was an entire mess heâd gifted you. you always showered him with praises and gifts so he decided heâd shower you with a gift of his own this time.
the gift in question was currently spilling down your thighs and staining the rich velvety sheets.
âsay it again,â he whines, pretty eyes pleading at you. satoruâs got a pout displaying against his lips as his head presses on top of your breasts. but his pout suddenly turns smug once he playfully nips at the sheeny pearls that wrap around your neck.
âcall me your good boy again, miss . .â
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Get Unready With Me - Drunk Edition
In which Lando takes care of you after a night out.
Pairing: Lando Norris x FeminineGirlfriend!Reader Warnings: Drunk reader. Tooth achingly sweet fluff tho. Word Count: 1.8k words
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âLando! Iâve lost my keys!â You cry, opening the flap on your vintage Chanel bag in an attempt to dump the contents out on the floor of your flatâs empty hallway.Â
âNo you havenât, you muppet.â He scolds, tugging the purse out of your hands before anything beyond your Charlotte Tilbury lipstick can clatter to the floor. âYou gave me your keys after your fifth vodka cran. âLan baby, be my hero and hold my keys so I donât lose them!ââ He mocks, pulling out your keyring from his pocket.Â
Your eyes light up, a drunken giggle slipping off your lips as you lean your whole weight onto your boyfriend as he attempts to open the apartment door for you. âMy hero!âÂ
âBesides,â He tuts, slipping the key into the keyhole. âWe live together, my keys are your keys.âÂ
Lando swings the door open, ushering you inside before closing the door behind him with a soft snick of the lock. You look back at him, a bit more unsteady on your feet than youâd like. The pair of you are just getting back from dinner and dancing with a few of the other drivers and their significant others to celebrate the end of the season and you may have gone a bit overboard with the drinks portion of the night.
Flinging your stilettos off your feet, you groan at the relief of feeling the cool tile on your toes, only stumbling a bit when you try to stand up straight. Itâs quite the miracle you made it up from the garage to your tenth floor apartment in those heels under your own power really. âI think my feet might just fall off.âÂ
Lando follows behind you as you stumble towards the couch. âBaby, shouldnât we just go to bed? Itâs late.âÂ
âMy feet donât work anymore. Carry me?â You pout, reaching for him with grabby hands. You are quite needy when you get this drunk but honestly, Lando doesnât mind one bit. Youâre quite independent, refusing to allow him to pay for much despite his multi-million dollar contract and endorsement deals. In fact, for the first year of your relationship you had refused to move in with him because there had been no way you could afford to split the rent in his posh apartment in Monaco. So when you get needy like this, which isnât as often as heâd like, Lando likes to take full advantage of it. He likes to feel needed, especially by the woman he is absolutely smitten with.Â
âI think your feet work just fine, but I will carry you to bed anyway, pretty girl.â He coos, scooping you up in his arms.Â
You wiggle a little against him, nestling your head in the crook of his neck before breathing in his scent deeply. âYou smell so good.âÂ
âI smell like sweat.â He laughs, walking down the hall towards your shared bedroom.Â
âIt must be the pheromones then. Youâre so sexy when youâre sweaty.â You giggle.Â
Lando chuckles, knocking the light switch with his elbow as he enters your room. The yellow glow from the lights overhead illuminate your face as you look up at him. In the alcohol induced haze, the thought of how lucky you are to have him flickers through your mind. You two had met a few years ago when you had been attended the British Grand Prix with your uncle Jenson Button. He had literally swept you off your feet when Fernando Alonso had nearly taken you out in the paddock with his scooter. You liked to joke that Lando had literally been your knight in shining armor that day, so of course you fell for him quick and hard.Â
âHere you go, love.â Lando gently sets you down on the bed, your eyes already droopy with exhaustion from the day. âLets get you out of that dress and into something comfy.âÂ
âAre you trying to seduce me, Lando Norris?â You slur.Â
âNo, Iâm trying to get you into bed because youâre about five seconds away from falling asleep and I donât want to cuddle you all night with that scratchy dress on.â Lando rolls his eyes but canât help the grin that spreads across his face. He helps you shimmy out of the tight dress, pulling it over your head so you were left in only the skimpy McLaren papaya colored lingerie set.Â
âThis is new.â He says, slipping a finger under the strap of the lacy bralette that has him biting his bottom lip. You looked so cute sitting there on the bed, dressed only in his team colors.Â
âI wore it to surprise you but now Iâm too drunk to fuck you.âÂ
Lando canât help the laugh that tumbles out of him. Despite you being 3 sheets to the wind, you know his rules: No sex while one of you is drunk and the other is sober. And Lando is very sober right now, wanting to maintain some control over you as you tend to get a little wild and adventurous (read: you like to wander off) when youâre partying. âWe can have a rot in bed day tomorrow and you can wear it then, okay love?âÂ
Your bottom lip sticks out in a pout, âFine.âÂ
âNow, lay down. Iâll go get you a t-shirt and we can go to sleep.âÂ
You follow his instructions and watch as Lando bustles around the room, first getting changed himself and then pulling a t-shirt out of his closet for you.Â
A few moments later, Lando pulls his t-shirt onto your body and tucks you back into bed before going to get some aspirin and a glass of water for you, knowing youâre going to have a wicked hangover tomorrow. He hates to see you in pain, but a part of him is pleased that youâll be unable to do much tomorrow so heâll be able to wait on you hand and foot. Being needed is absolutely one of Landoâs love languages.Â
As he goes to switch off the lights, finally ready to get into bed beside you, suddenly you sit up. âLando!â You gasp, smacking him on the shoulder as he sits down on his side of the bed.Â
âWhat is it, pretty girl?âÂ
âMy makeup! If I donât take it off and wash my face, Iâm going to break out and I will not be your pretty girl anymore.âÂ
Lando rolls his eyes, âSeriously? Canât you just skip it this one time? You will always be my pretty girl, breakout or not.âÂ
In addition to being extra needy when youâre drunk, you are also extra stubborn. âI need to do my skincare, Lando.â You whine.Â
âFine.â Lando is quite certain there is no way youâd be able to do it by yourself, judging by the state youâre in though. âLetâs go, Iâll help you.âÂ
You blink up at him as he rounds the bed to stand before you, offering you his hand. âReally?âÂ
He looks down at those big eyes and pouty lips of yours and really wants to break the whole âno sex while only one of us is drunkâ rule. âYes, really you muppet. Come on.âÂ
Despite the fact that just a few minutes before you had been insisting your feet were about to fall off, you suddenly find the ability to walk and pad behind him into the large en suite bathroom. Itâs a luxurious place, with a large jetted tub and huge shower with two shower heads. You find yourself sharing a shower with Lando more often than not. On the other side of the white and black tiled bathroom are his and hers sinks, yours more cluttered than his with various skin and hair products. You may be independent when it comes to asking for help, but you are certainly not low maintenance when it comes to your hair or skin. Â
Lando stands in front of your sink, eyeing the various jars and tubes with a bit of skepticism. âI hope youâre sober enough to tell me what goes first because there is no way I can do this on my own.â He mumbles.
âYou watch me do this all the time, baby.âÂ
âDoesnât mean I know what any of this is. Now, hop up on the counter and let me take care of you.â He says, kissing the tip of your nose.Â
A fire burns in your belly at his order. Secretly, you do love when he takes care of you like this. You just hate to admit it. Being raised by a single mom who was never the biggest fan of the male species, you had always been wary of asking for help but being with Lando had healed some of that trauma and mistrust in you and the longer you were with him, the easier you found depending on him.Â
âWhatâs first?âÂ
âThe micellar water.âÂ
Panic flashes across Landoâs face. âThe what?âÂ
Giggling, you kick your feet like a toddler and point to the large bottle with clear liquid in it. âThat. Put some on a cotton ball andâŠâÂ
âWipe off your makeup. I know, Iâve seen you do it, I just donât know what goes when.â
Lando squirts some out on a cotton ball like heâs seen you do a thousand times and begins to wipe off the makeup in long, slow strokes. The alcohol makes your brain fuzzy but the way his face is so focused on his task, brows knit together in concentration, has you squeezing your legs together. He canât quite believe how many cotton balls it takes to get everything off, but eventually most of your makeup is gone.Â
âNow is when you use the soap, right?âÂ
He looks so eager to be right your heart squeezes a bit. âYes, that bottle right there.âÂ
Lando continues on with your skincare routine, listening to your every step and following it exactly as described. It takes a little longer than usual, but neither of you mind. The way he so gently rinses the soap off your face and then applies your moisturizer is strangely one of the most romantic things youâve ever done together.Â
Finally, everything is done and youâre bare faced and freshly moisturized. Lando hands you your toothbrush, already prepped with your toothpaste, and the pair of you brush your teeth together. He gently helps you down off the counter and you follow him back into the bedroom, hand in hand.Â
âThank you, baby.â You coo as you slip under the covers, watching as Lando switches off the bedroom lights, plunging the bedroom into darkness.Â
âI love taking care of you.â He murmurs when he joins you under the heavy duvet, your warmth radiating towards him in waves.Â
âI love you, Lando Norris.âÂ
âI love you too, pretty girl.âÂ
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Give me drunk Bucky who wakes up in your bed, confused over why he's in the softest pj's he's ever felt and for some reason wearing a giant fur coat he can only assume is from a pimp because who else would own such a thing.
What the hell happened
Mere hours earlier; 3:30 am, Guys night
"Noooooo" Bucky howled, letting his body go deadweight while Thor continued to carry him to his room, the only one strong enough to get the soldier off the floor after he'd polished the bottle of Asdargian mead clean. "Wanna see y/n"
"Yeah, can't imagine what y/n would say if she saw you being carried off like a princess" A very tipsy Sam and Steve followed behind while Bucky's bottom lip jutted out into an exaggerated pout, head thrown back with is eyes closed in defiance "She's still off on that mission, she'll be back soon, you can see her then-
Before Steve could finish, Bucky's eyes shot open, scrambling out of Thor's arms and stumbling towards your room. There was no time to stop him from entering, a drunk giggle slipping past his lips as he let himself in and sighed contently. By the time the three men reached, Bucky's shirt had already been discarded beside his socks.
"Oh no- Steve snorted at the sound of Bucky's belt bucky hitting the floor, his lip sticking out in concentration as he tried to work at the button of his jeans.
"Barnes, I swear if you take your pants off-Damn it" Sam huffed, a pair of black jeans landing on his head. "At least keep your boxers-Oh hell nah" He ducked before Bucky's intimates became aquainted with his face. "Don't you dare helicopter that third leg-he's doing it"
No one intervened as Bucky decided to make himself more comfortable, clearly missing you as he sighed, walking over to your closet. He was in there suspiciously long before emerging with-
"Buck, those are-
"Soft" Bucky hummed, coming out of your closet with a set of pj's you wore often, oversized so they'd be extra comfy. Bucky giggled at the smell of your soft scent, slipping the shirt over his head and putting the pants on, flopping on your bed like a cat. "Smells like y/n"
"Do we just leave him here"
"At least he's wearing pants" Steve sighed, frowning when he heard running footsteps approaching along with a chaotic cackling, who else would be still this active at this hour-
"There you guys are!! We're doing body shots off of- wait you're here. C'mon capsicle, take your shirt off-
"For fucks' sake Tony"
"Where the hell did you get that jacket" Sam's face scrunched when he notice Tony's shirt was missing however he was in a large coat which he'd thrown off, the pile of for landing on a half sleepy Bucky. Bucky's eye peeked open at all the fuss, wrapping himself up in the coat and blissfully falling asleep with his face in your pillow, the rest of the chaos mere white noise.
"SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS-"
"TONY NO"
"TONY YES"
Present
"What do we have here" you coo, giggling at a very disoriented Bucky who blinks up at you with puppy eyes, a pink blush spreading on his face. You'd just returned from your mission with Nat, the entire compound still reeking of alcohol, the hallway littered with various still drunk Avenger men. The only thing that cut through the smell was the fresh breakfast a happy Thor had already started, the only one standing as if nothing had happened.
You'd stepped over a sleeping Sam and Steve in the hallway to get to your room, cocking a brow at the large mound of fur and soft snoring sleeping in your bed.
"Good morning, sweet boy" You brushed back Bucky's hair, bending down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, letting him take his time to figure out his surroundings, "have a fun night"
"Missed you" he mumbled, pulling you to lay on the bed so he could cuddle up with you, his head now resting on your chest instead. "Missed you so much"
"I missed you too, bub" You continued to gently play with his hair, happy your boyfriend got to have a night of fun and thankful that you always kept painkillers in your bedside drawer. Poor baby was going to need it. You noticed the pile of clothes that were thrown on the floor, they were definitely Bucky's but Bucky was in clothes so what was he wearing-
"Buck?"
"hm?" "Are those my pjs?"
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[ â„ïž ] ââ drunkenly in love | lhs.
in which heeseung comes to you with stupid smiles, slurred words ând with tipsy thoughts of you.
content : fem reader , fluff , intoxication , drunk hee! , petnames , wc. 811 , minimal proofread . hes a lil bit clingy & a loser but hes charming ! ><
notes. videos of heeseung giggling while drunk is actually cute like omg i will bite u
âhi, baby.â
heeseung smiles at you like you have just saved the world and frankly, maybe you did in another universeâmaybe you did not, either way heeseung adores you with any shape or form that he could muster up.
and his smile is contagious, muttering off into the night his eyes fluttering as he shift his weight on his right leaning to the door frame of your home with jay beside him on his left assisting him in fear of him falling on his own weight.
jay smiles apologetically, âthe guys kept giving him drinks. he kept losing in the game, to be honest.â he says as he tries to keep your boyfriend upright. âsorry, yn. he kept saying he should see you and he wouldnât stop whining.â
you crinkle at the thought, âitâs okay. thank you for bringing him home safe.â you waved off. âyou should go, iâm pretty sure jake is vomiting out.. the window?â
you hear a curse leaving from his mouth, panicking as he looks back into the car.
âshit. iâm really sorry, again. gotta get those guys home.â he sighs exasperatedly.
a giggle escapes you, bidding the man goodbyes and a well safe travel. taking heeseung from his arms and from your door frame, your boyfriend drapes himself over you. a strong smell of liquor comes from him, making you scrunch away a little from the scent. he hums from the contact instantly melting over you.
âyou smell so good,â he muttered, nuzzling into your head. âiâve missed you, pretty.â
âyou got pretty drunk, huh?â a lilt in your tone tells him youâre not all too mad at him. not really finding any reason to do so, you figured he deserves to loosen up a little bit and have fun with the guys.
he only nods thoughtlessly, dragging himself inside your home all the way to your shared bedroom with you by his side. he plops down the mattress as he lays there smacking his lips and frowning trying to relieve the reeling of his head.
âi should get you some water. stay here, âseungie.â untangling yourself from him, you stand making your way outside, but not even a step forward a hand wraps up to your wrist forcing you to stay on your spot.
âwhere are you going?â he looks a little like a lost deer under the warm lights, his eyes sharing the same shine. âdonât go.â a pout resides on his lips as he tries to keep himself up from the bed.
âiâm just getting you water, you need to stay hydrated, hee.â you try to reason with him.
ââm fine, just stay here.â he tugs you to him.
you try to resist, standing your ground into getting him some water, but his grip on you only stays as you move some more.
in your endeavor of keeping your boyfriend hydrated has somehow ended up with you losing your balance and him dragging you to lay by his side of the bed with his arms encased around you. you huffed, accepting your faith and would have to get him something in the morning (you can only trust that jay has already took care of him and managed to get him to drink something other than alcohol in his system.)
heeseung hums pleased, feeling your body against his as the night descends upon his mind and eyes. a semblance of comfort takes him with your warmth that he recognizes. admitting defeat you let yourself be engulfed with heeseungâs embrace.
itâs quiet.
but you donât mind, you bask in it and so does heeseung. his fingers trail over your skin, drawing random patterns of anything just to feel you. the night strolls a little slower now.
â..hey,â heeseung whispers softly.
you grin at him, you couldnât help it. after all it was heeseung, it was just him, but it was enough for the butterflies finding themselves in your stomach, âhey, you too.â
there was something in the way his cheeks are all in a soft cherry color and that dopey smile that adorns his face whenever he drinks a little too much than he would take, was just endearing to you. and his eyes just flutter more and his face breaks out from adorationâyou couldnât fall just a little more than you already did.
âi love you.â he did so, breathing it as if a prayer he utters every night. âi love you so muchâ god, you probably have no idea, baby.â
itâs desperation that you yearn just as the same, and maybe the simplicity of it, was everything all at once that was enough for you. your eyes find his once more as they hold sincerity that can rival how deep the ocean can go.
âi love you too, hee.â you whispered just as the same. âmore than yesterday, less than tomorrow.â
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I'd like to think that Logan is the best weather detector. His bones are bow metal he just feels when it's about to rain or snow, whenever the fronts change.
âItâs gonna rain.â
âWhat?â you ask, glancing up from your phone where youâve been googling the best places to grab dinner. Logan stares at the sky, nostrils flaring just a bit, scenting the air like heâs an animal.Â
Itâs really cute. You have to resist the urge to boop his nose. You donât imagine heâd be too thrilled at that, though, so you remain strong.Â
âI can tell,â he mutters. Looking up, the sky seems bright and clear.
âAre you sure?â
âNever wrong about this stuff, bub. I can feel it in my bones.â
He says it with such seriousness that you canât help but laugh. He turns to you and cocks an eyebrow, and you attempt to swallow your reaction. God, heâs so sexy, you donât know how you can stand it.Â
âOkay, well, weather-boy, Iâm not too worried. You still wanna go out and eat or what?â
âSure,â he says in that slightly smug manner where he knows heâll win out in the end.Â
Two and a half hours later, well-fed and slightly wine drunk, youâre standing in the doorway of the restaurant, watching the downpour as you unsuccessfully try to hail a taxi.Â
âDonât say a word, Howlett,â you harrumph, but his self-satisfied grin is worth a thousand of them. God, it makes you want to slap it off his face. You never would, of course⊠that is unless he asked you to very nicely.Â
âDoesnât look like any of those cabs are stopping,â he remarks, with an exaggerated sigh designed to annoy you. Itâs no use. Looks like theyâre all taken up by people who also fell foul of the weather⊠but they didnât have their own personal forecast machine to warn them against being outside in the first place.Â
You shiver. You wish youâd taken a coat. You feel really damn stupid right now, and it makes you ache a bit that Logan has to witness it.Â
Suddenly youâre aware of a heavy warmth around your shoulders. You look up to where Loganâs taken off his leather jacket and wrapped it around you; it smells of cigar smoke and pine, and you bury yourself into it, enjoying the feeling of being totally engulfed in him.Â
âThanks,â you mutter shyly. The smile he gives you this time is sincere and affectionate.Â
âCâmon, weâll walk. Itâs not that far back.â
âBut youâll get wetâŠ!â you protest, feebly. Logan turns back to you and you take him in properly, all 6â2â of him in his jeans and far too tight white t-shirt. Suddenly the image of him absolutely drenched appears in your mind like it was snipped from your dirtiest dream. The way the cotton would cling to his chest, leaving nothing to the imaginationâŠ
âOh no, Iâm sure youâd hate that,â he says with a smirk, as if heâs read your thoughts. He holds out a hand to you and you take it eagerly, giggling as he drags you into the rain.Â
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"What's Got You All Worked Up?": Little things that turn One Piece men on feat. Zoro - Sanji - Law - Usopp - Franky - Crocodile - Doflamingo
NSFW/18+ [minors DNI]
CW: gn!reader [Zoro, Sanji, Usopp]; afab!reader [Law, Franky, Crocodile, Doflamingo] - no gendered pronouns used; vaginal fingering [Law]; vaginal intercourse [Law]; somnophilia [Doflamingo]
Zoro: the way you look after a workout
Zoro never cares if you keep up with him when he works outâhe loves that you want to spend time with him, adores how serious you take your bicep curls or how you look in the afternoon light when you lay down on a mat for a while to slowly stretch your limbs. But itâs when youâre all done for the day, when the heat of the midday sun has the room like a sauna and your muscles are sore and shaking, that he starts to lose all semblance of control. Your temples are dappled with perspiration, your chest heaving as you finish your last rep, sweat is trickling down your neck; he swallows hard and lets out a low groan at the sight of you. It reminds him of the way you look right after he fucks you, all heated and glistening with sweat and limbs weak and trembling. And since youâre already all warmed up, this seems like the perfect time to bend you over and take you right there on the weight bench.
Sanji: the way you smell
He doesnât mean to be such a pest (well, actually he does) when he comes up behind you in the mornings, when youâve just woken and youâre still sleep-drunk and groaning that the sun is out again already, but he needs to bury his face in the crook of your neck as soon as you wake and inhale your scent. Sanji thinks you smell sweet in the mornings, like pancakes and pastries, and pulls you back into bed so he can devour you like the delicious treat that you are. In the afternoons, he catches a whiff of you on the breeze, your skin covered in the salty spray of the sea, hands scented with tangerines after helping Nami in the garden, and heâs all over you, plying you with kisses and lust-tinged whimpers, begging you to come to his bunk, just for a little while, just so he can taste the way the citrus settled into your skin. And at night, heâs insatiable, burying his nose in your hair unabashedly when you stay to help him clean after dinner, taking in the way the faint traces of aromatic ingredients have settled on you and mixed with your own scent that he adores. Itâs not long before heâs shutting off the sink and taking you by the hand, leading you over to the table and making a meal of you right then and there.
Law: the way you look in comfy clothes
Sure, he thinks you look lovely on the rare occasion you get to leave the submarine together and you doll yourself up for him, wearing that new shirt he likes, the one that flows over your body like water, and take the effort to line your eyes and swipe a little lipstick on. But when he feels the most hungry for you is when you get back and head straight to your quarters, stripping off your shoes and your pretty shirt and those tight jeans that make your ass look perfect but that you joke threaten to cut off your breathing one of these days. He sits in his desk chair and watches as everything comes off, and you crawl into his bed, face freshly-scrubbed, tucking your hands into the sleeves of an oversized sweatshirt. Itâs then, when youâre finally comfortable and warm, when you look at ease and relaxed, and you gaze at him with half-lidded eyes, that heâs all over you, fingers dipping below the waistband of your soft cotton shorts, teasing your pussy until you whimper and beg for more. He doesnât even bother to strip the rest of your clothes off before he pulls his cock out of his jeans and buries himself inside you to the hilt, pulling your shorts to the side instead so you can stay nice and cozy, just how he likes you.
Usopp: when you help in his workshop
Sharing his workspace with you is already intimate enough for Usopp â itâs like heâs sharing a piece of himself the way he invites you in. But once youâre in there, itâs hard for him not to be heated at how serious you take it. You look so sweet the way your tongue pokes out of your mouth when youâre focused on something, and he feels a tingle at the base of his spine whenever you pout and ask him for helpâyouâre so close to getting it right, you just need him to guide you, to stand behind you and place his hands on yours and make sure the welding equipment stays steady. Watching the way you grip that piece of metal piping your working with in a way that makes him wish your hands were wrapped around his length insteadâŠit takes everything he has not to grab you and sit you on top his worktable, to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you against him, let you feel just how much you drive him crazy. But he resists, at least for the moment, anyway--hearing you describe just how hard that steel is and how hot and sweaty you've become doing all this work pushes him to the brink soon enough, and he has no qualms in showing you exactly how skilled his hands are.
Franky: when you show just a little bit of skin
Coming from a man who walks around in an open shirt and swim briefs, this sounds pretty rich. But thereâs just something so tantalizing about seeing a hint of skin and having to imagine whatâs underneath, like that time your leggings were more sheer than you thought, and you bent over to grab the laundry basket and he got a quick glimpse of your panties (that happened to be the same pattern as one of his shirts). It was enough to drive him to distraction for the rest of the day and make him glad he was alone in the engine room, barely able to contain the way his cock pulsed every time he remembered how you looked. He loves that one sweater you wear, tooâthe one that just wonât stay on your shoulder and keeps slipping down, exposing just the slightest bit of soft skin in the afternoon sun, and the way it leads his eyes down to the way the fabric settles over your breasts. And donât even get him started on that hint of your tummy he gets to see when you reach up to grab something off a high shelf, reminding him how easy it would be to wrap his big hand around your waist and just slide it right on up until he can feel the silky material of that nice bra he bought youâŠhave mercy.
Crocodile: the way you look getting ready for dinner
Itâs so routine now that you donât seem to mindâat first it alarmed you, made you feel like prey when Crocodile would sit on the velvet couch in your quarters, his arms draped across the back, a cigar clenched in his teeth, and heâd watch you ready yourself for that eveningâs festivities. But now, you almost welcomed the way his predatory gaze would settle on you as you sit at your vanity and paint your lips; you throw a wink and a pout his way now and again in the mirror, almost tempting him to ruin that pretty makeup after youâve spent so long putting it on. He loves how your body moves, almost sleek and catlike, around the room, slinking into your closet and asking him which dress he likes better. He shifts in his seat as you wriggle into that pretty blue number he adores, and throbs as you glance over your shoulder and bat your eyes, asking him sweetly to come zip you up. And how can he refuse? Of course, by the time he crosses the room and reaches you, you both know that he has no plans to move that zipper an inch, and instead you feel the tip of his hook lifting your hem as he growls in your ear to bend overâheâs going to take care of that needy pussy of yours before you ever step foot out of your room. Guess youâll be late for dinner, again.
Doflamingo: the way you look when youâre sleeping
He chuckles quietly and wonders if you fell asleep this way on purposeâthe silken nightgown he dressed you in before he left for the evening has been discarded on the floor, and you lay atop the sheets, your body completely bare and bathed in moonlight. He slowly circles the bed like a predator, admiring the way your limbs are stretched out, arms flung above your head, your legs spread, one knee bent and lolled to the side, exposing your pretty little cunt. It looks just like the way you fling yourself onto the mattress when youâre feeling needy, how you toss your dress at him and lay back against the plush pillows, biting your lip and beckoning him to you with sweet pleas of I need you. He licks his lips at how your slit glistens, and wonders if youâre dreaming of him, wonders if perhaps you touched yourself thinking of him before you fell asleep. He sits carefully on the edge of the bed and watches you sleep a little longer, your lashes fluttering slightly as you moan and shift, your breasts heaving as you inhale deeply and sigh. You tempt him even in slumber, and he palms the throbbing hardness that pushes against his slacks, groaning softly as he decides if he should wake you with his fingers, his tongue, or his cock.
#these are purely my own hc's for fun and to help with my characterization. your mileage may vary ;)#lo writes#zoro x reader#sanji x reader#law x reader#usopp x reader#franky x reader#crocodile x reader#doflamingo x reader#one piece headcanons
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drunk rafe nd shy!reader talking when he starts telling her all about his dark twisted plans of marrying her and getting her pregnant, that sheâs going to be his forever. <3
"you need to sleep, rafey," you hum, trying to keep your boyfriend upright while you get him inside tannyhill.
topper had been sweet enough to drop the two of you off before heading home, knowing that you would have trouble driving rafe's truck. you had to remember to thank him tomorrow, maybe bake him some brownies, since you remembered those were his favorite last time you made them.
"wha' i need is you-" he slurs back, and you giggle. rafe never gets drunk like this, and he's usually always composed. the extra shots at the end did him inâthe boys were celebrating something that didn't make much sense to you.
"what you need is an advil and some water. and greasy food tomorrow morning, don't worry, i'll make some for you."
"i know y'will." you try to sneak in, remaining as quiet as you can while you guide rafe up the stairs. you're sure everyone's asleep and though rafe's family seemed to really like you, you don't want to make a bad impression. rafe's being loud, and you pray no one wakes up while you get him into his bedroom.
finally finishing the journey up the staircase, rafe gets on his bed, struggling to untie his laces. you can't help your smile, the laugh spilling out. you never get to see him like this.
you hurry over, dropping down and taking the laces into your hands, untying them quickly. rafe kicks off his shoes and sits up on the bed, opening his arms to you. you know you should go and find the bottle of advil, but you can't resist, crawling into his lap and steadying yourself by holding onto his arms. he looks right into your eyes, something that always makes your face burn.
"you're a real good girl, y'know that?" rafe says, words a little less slurred. you smile and nod gently, at a loss for words. rafe's hand comes up to touch your jawline, holding you there a little tightly, but not painful at all. "really. mean it. you're so perfect."
"rafe-" you protest quietly, entire body flushing with a wave of heat. you're used to all kinds of praise for him, it's really commonplace for the two of you, but this feels differentâfeels more intimate, maybe because you know he's in the state of mind that makes you say everything you're thinking.
"no, i mean it. you're perfect for me. you always listen, always do what i say. how'd you get like that, hm?"
"i don't know," you mumble. he's drunk, so you think he won't remember. "you bring it out in me."
"good. you're so good." you smile, resting your head against his shoulder, eyes shutting while you inhale his scent. "m'gonna marry you as soon as i fuckin' can." your eyes shoot open, a laugh bubbling to the surface.
"rafe-"
"no, really. maybe i should knock you up now, make sure no one gives us any problems."
you pick your head up, looking back at your boyfriend. he seems to be in his own world, lost in his thoughts.
"that sounds good. knock you up and then marry you, and then it'll jus' be me you and the kids forever. that's right. perfect. gotta get on that." you listen with wide eyes and parted lips. even in his drunken state, he wonders if he scared you this time.
"promise?"
#is this the best prompt ive ever received?? yes#i love you#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#shy reader
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# with akagami no shanks.
the captain was drunk â and a bit self-conscious. not to fret, for you were his favorite entertainer.
KINKTOBER, day ten. smut (mdni!). strip-tease. lap dance. masturbation (reader!receiving). thigh riding. dry humping. usage of conquerorâs haki. afab!reader. no y/n used.
WC: 1.9k.
akagami no shanks had lost his arm.
upon his return to the wild seas of the new world, those had been the most frowned upon words. the fearsome captain, the unmovable force, somehow would miss a limb forevermore. the reactions were but a divergent cacophony. fear â for what human could achieve such a feat? was it even a human? if not so, how close was the beast? if it had been enough to face him, what chance did the commoners have? anger â for mihawk no longer had a worthy rival. it would be far from honorable to face in combat a swordsman whose dominant arm was gone. and, at last, curiosity â for why was the truth hidden? one did not brag about a loss, but aside from overused jokes, shanks refused to spare a single word. who was he protecting? it was hilarious to witness the fuss as part of the select number of people aware of what had, in truth, happened.
akagami no shanks had lost his arm. and you had been the one to hear his puns ever since.
of course, he faced decent struggles. waking at night phantom pain; forced to master the art of the sword yet again with a hand he had no experience with whatsoever. yet, above the frustration soared an undeniable truth â for luffy, it had been worth it. besides, a decade past and shanks had grew accustomed to the mandatory shifts, living as though had not lost a thing.
however, as it seemed, there was yet one he would never cease to whine about.
the man was drunk â a common occurrence â and awfully clingy â another common occurrence. you had dragged him from the bar, pitying the poor beckman, for the man deserved a break from the captainâs shenanigans, and shanks had been hugging your waist ever since. he sat on the bed, drooling on your flesh, not allowing you to at least go fetch some water. his grip was a prison of itself on usual hours, but it did not help that you, too, were a bit intoxicated, swaying to the sides and failing to pull his face off your body.
âdooooooooooooll,â he drawled out, hiccuping. âi miss your ass.â
shanks gripped a considerable amount of flesh, daring to whine. âget over it, youâre a grown man.â
âhow mean, i am half a grown man,â he laughed at said joke, biting the bare inch of your waist.
âhalf a man deserves half an ass,â you stated matter-of-factly, fighting off the urge to let out a hiccup yourself.
âbut i miss groping both sides at the same time,â shanks insisted, dragging his nose on your belly, daring to grow drunker on your scent.
âyou never had this complaint with my tits,â you pointed out, to which he liked his lips, seemingly aroused all of the sudden.
the hand pinching at your waist trailed itself up to rest on one of your breasts, his once slouched figure straightening up so that he could drag a sloppy stripe across your covered nipple. he had no problem with it whatsoever, for he was a man of considerable height.
âi can tease both of my girls at the same time,â he stated, wetting the fabric of your shirt, grinning at the elicit expression. âi canât slap both your asscheeks at the same time anymore.â
your nipple hardened due to his ministrations, all but his for the taking, for you hadnât felt the need to wear a bra that night. shanks closed his lips around the bud, humming as he sucked on it, spit soaking clothing and skin alike.
âand you like it,â the man teased, voice a bit muffled; rough.
you arched your back with a sigh, gripping locks of red hair, falling prey to his sensual tongue. yet, though your glance was tethered to his face, shanksâ own eyes seemed ever-so-lost, melancholic, even. you caught on the instance he moved his other shoulder, as though aiming to grip your hip with a nonexistent arm â a maintained instinct despite the absence of the limb. shanks laid down, retreating from your figure altogether, explicit vulnerability that would not have been shown otherwise, was he not drunk.
âsee, doll? half a man,â he scoffed, to which your eyes narrowed; face scrunching in concentration as you then pondered on how to comfort him.
your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants, whistling with faux innocence. shanks observed your approach with hooded eyes, laughing with delight once your chest was pressed against his own.
âmy poor, poor husband,â you teased, pleased to witness the sudden shift in his attitude.
shanks and you hadnât officiated the marriage; no celebration to be seen whatsoever. it had been the initial plan, two years prior. however, with newgateâs death and the aftermath of the war, waiting on a better period was the agreement. that did not mean the titles werenât used, and shanks, in particular, never failed to be aroused whenever the word husband fell past your lips. a decade worth of lovemaking, too, made you more than attuned to what had him squirming.
âhow i hate to see you so sorrowful,â you hummed, kissing the scars etched on the flesh of his eye. âi will fix that.â
âyeah, doll?â he grunted, growing excited when you dodged his advances. âhow so?â
shanks sat on the edge of your shared bed, widening smirk and lustful eyes following your every move. you spun around the room, strutting your hips and nearing the corner, positioned far from his reach.
âyouâre not allowed to touch,â you ordered, far more daring due to the alcohol. âjust watch.â
shanks had his legs spread, a growing erection visible through the thin fabric of his pants. you opened the small, circular window, allowing the music from the outside bar to travel inside. your hips moved accordingly to the beat, an established sensual pace that had your fingers hovering over your breasts as you spun and approached him with languid steps.
you danced around the border of his reach, teasing the thin grip he had on his self-restraint. when he dared move, you dodged with a fit of giggles. âhow should we start, sea emperor?â
he groaned at the title. âlet me see your tits, doll.â
you hummed, rolling your hips with a languid sensualness born from the usual influence of alcohol. your fingers teased the straps of your shirt, trailing down the fabric until you reached the button of your shirts. rather than listening to his request, you sluggishly tugged down the zipper, perching your ass up as you slowly turned around, movements following the rhythm from the music outside.
the loose piece of clothing threatened to fall, yet you held the hem, controlling the pace of its trajectory, rolling your hips; lowering yourself on your knees. when it was, at last, off, you kicked it away, snapping the strap of your underwear. shanks had a brief sight of your soaked cunt before he was forced to face your front yet again. he cleared his throat, eyes trailed to the lacy, borderline transparent, fabric that left near nothing to the imagination.
âtits?â you mocked, trailing your fingers down your clothed labia.
shanks was left conflicted, his inebriated mind struggling to wrap itself around what to answer. would you concede if he reacted positively? or would you tease him yet again, offering the much desired sight of your intimacy? how could he outsmart that? shanks was far too drunk for an elaborate plan.
âthighs,â he answered smugly, a grin that indicated he felt all much too quirky.
you parted your legs open, pinching and grabbing the bare flesh, mimicking his touch. your lover was drooling, observing the outline of your intimacy; stroking his clothed member. yet again, a temptive roll of your hips deprived him of what he yearned for. shanks gripped his cock, growing out of patience as your fingers gripped the hem of your shirt, raising it ever-so-slowly, a languid set pace. you stretched the fabric, biting on it in order to keep your nipples covered, using your fingers to tease said hardened buds, muffled moans and dancing matching the melody of the song.
when the saliva started dripping down your chin; staining your shirt; you removed it, spinning it on your finger until it fell at his feet.
âdoll,â he warned, sweat surging on his temples, ceasing the ministrations of his hand on the hardened member. âcâmere.â
ânuh uh,â you sang, turning around on purpose. shanks had the entire sight of your cunt when you lowered down to remove your panties, dancing with it stuck between your teeth, growing hot at the explicit lust on his eyes.
âcome to me,â he demanded, the applied pressure stealing your free-will.
your dance ceased altogether, for shanks had dared use his conquerorâs haki to guarantee compliance. your figure stumbled towards the awaiting man, his index beckoning you in a mocking manner.
âsit on my lap,â you conceded, no questions asked. shanks gripped your chin, a lonesome finger tugging at the lacy underwear dangling from your lips. âi want that.â
he opened his mouth, forcing yours to mimic the movement. your panties fell on his tongue, and he moaned at the taste of your essence, the loud slurping causing your walls to clench around air. you whimpered, neglected and unable to move, and shanks all but spat out the piece of clothing, rutting his hips as though a hound in heat.
âturn around,â he instructed, groaning when you brushed against him. your ass rested on his clothed cock, legs spread and back arched, prepared for whatever he had in store. âdance for me, doll.â
the music fell on deaf ears, overthrown by the choir of your moans once you started to move, the roll of your hips teasing your clit, growing swollen due to the texture of his pants. shanks panted, leaning forward. he sucked on your earlobe, twisting one of your nipples as he teased the clothed erection under your bare entrance. the dancing grew sloppy, for he had your back pressed against his chest; his lips latched to your neck. shanks made out with the flesh, spit trailing down your breast, the wetness used to tease your abused nipple.
shanksâ feet sunk down on the ground for further support, and he interrupted the languid roll of your figure on his lap by rutting his hips, forcing his clothed cock to rub itself on your folds. he licked a trail up your chin, biting on the bone, tilting your head with his nose. expert fingers left your breast to dance down your stomach, finding themselves a home amidst your folds. he drew fast-paced circles on your clit, and you closed your eyes, moaning at the sensation. your legs trembled, thighs burning, yet the pressure of his command lingered. you were but a puppet whose strings he pulled, dancing despite your own tiredness.
the growing knot at the pit of your stomach snapped, your orgasm arriving with treacherous swiftness, for the alcohol had done its part when enhancing your pleasure. shanks laughed, shoving his fingers past your parted lips without warning, forcing you to taste yourself; to lick him clean.
he wrapped his arm around your figure to throw you against the mattress. you had but a brief sight of him â removing his clothes, standing in naked glory â before he hovered above you, teasing your slick, sensitive entrance with his leaking tip.
âyou were kind enough to dance,â shanks mocked, his lips mere inches away from your own; hot breath fanning over your face. âbut the spectacle wonât be complete until i have you singing.â
â đâ⏠: iâm running out of things to write here omg, happy kinktober? đ
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drunk in love | pair yang jungwon x fem genre best friends to lovers fluff drunk au wc est. 07-08k aquadios says : first post for the new acc YAY
a sigh escapes your lips for the umpteenth time as you drum your fingers against the steering wheel of your cold car. youâve been sitting in the parking lot of a busy restaurant waiting for your best friend to appear, given the frantic texts from his friends saying he was too drunk to function.
finally, his figure emerges from the restaurant, stumbling on his feet as his friends try to keep him up straight. you frownedâjungwon wasnât one to indulge himself in drinksâdefinitely not when his friends were heavy drinkers themselves.
âoh, jungwon,â you shake your head while keeping your eyes on the blonde. he was smiling and giggling about something, but his gaze was trained in on your car and as he got closer, he found himself walking faster.
although you had expected him to be more intoxicated, he found his way around your car and towards the window of the drivers side.
âyou came for me,â jungwon leans in once you roll the window all the way down. âbeen here for an hour actually.â you smile softly.
jungwon tilts his head, his newly dyed hair falls to the side and he smells like whiskey. to you, your best friend was undeniably beautifulâeveryone knew thatâbut if felt wrong for you to think those things.
jungwon was a friend to you, always has been; however, recently, your heart has been telling your brain something else. mixed signals seemed to be the only feelings you could conjure up about yang jungwon. he was a confusing boy and those confusing actions were reflecting the light you saw him in.
the once beige colors youâve seen him in began to morph into explosions of red and blue and pink and any other color you could think of. he was turning your life into a splattered painting.
and itâs terrifying.
âah, iâm sorry baby. you shouldâve came in, i wouldâve brought you a drink.â he leans his exhausted head against your car while closing his eyes.
youâre grateful he chose to close his eyes the second the heat from your nervous stomach ran up to your cheeks. âi need to drive you home jungwon, iâm not drinking.â you whisper, only because youâre afraid how hard your voice would give out.
âdo you need help getting in the car? i can ask the guys, or i can help you myselfââ
your words are cut short when jungwonâs hand weaves behind your head and jerks you forward, dangerously close to his own. your nose is brushing against his and you could smell the faint scent of his natural musk that isnât overpowered by the alcohol.
âi was thinking about you while i was here,â his fingers that were entangled in your hair began to move you closer.
âi was thinking about how much iâve wanted to kiss you,â if jungwon wasnât holding onto your head, it wouldâve blown off.
your chest heaved up and down as you try to find the words to say to him but nothing was coming out. your mind was going haywire as your heart was beating uncontrollably to the point it hurt.
he continued, âthereâs been so many moments where i just wanted to kiss you but i was too scared iâd ruin everything,â he sighs and his intoxicated breath almost has you under the same spell.
âyou wouldnât ruin anything.â your voice is still a quiet whisper. âi can only do this when iâm drunk.â he knows heâs a coward for doing this when he wasnât sober.
jungwon shakes his head before leaning into your lips. he tastes like bitter peaches and years of pining as he uses his other hand to cup your jaw.
if it hadnât been for the door separating you two, jungwon wouldâve pulled you insanely close to him until your hearts matched the miles they were racing.
when he pulls away, he leaves even more kisses against your lips like the alcohol wasnât merely as intoxicating.
jungwon smiles and you reciprocate his with an even wider grin. âyou finally did it!â heeseung yanks jungwon out of the window, shaking his entire body by his shoulders.
the boys gather around whilst yelling drunken hoots and praises as if he had just won a noble prize (to jungwon youâre worth more)
though, in the middle of the chaos, jungwon turns to you, his eyes showcase a string of emotions heâs never felt before and youâve never seen. heâs sure it isnât the alcohol streaming through his veins or the hugs heâs receiving, itâs you.
whatâs better than being drunk? being in love.
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FLUSH MY HEART | EN-
àŒÛ heesung, jay, jake, sunghoon x m!reader
àŒÛ omegaverse! au + nsfw + mating cycles + alpha! reader + breeding kink + crying
àŒÛ a/n: chose to not sleep for this.
heesung overheats a lot, his body is feverish and heâs constantly aching to be knotted
heâs more into a little pain, bite him, mark him, bruise him, it takes his mind off his hot skin
he LOVES it when you coax him to take your knot
make him scent drunk on your pheromones
his head is thrown back, eyes blank from bliss. his skin is flushed with a red hue, skin slick from sweat and other fluids. his back is arched and his thighs twitch around your hips.
âso pretty,â you say with a raspy voice, âmy omega looks so pretty. donât you baby?â you take a hand and press it on the buldge in his stomach. he lets out a choked noise, âso pretty all stuffed with alphaâs seed. you can take more, right baby?â
âyes, yes,â he sighs out as you pop your knot.
he smiles lazily as you pepper kisses along his scent gland.
he also coax you into popping a knot
you two have mutual dominance shared, but absolutely you are the one that is in control 99% of the time
alsoâ he loves it more when you bathe him between the heat rounds. and if you pop a knot in him and scent him back up after it heâll fall in love all over again
overwhelm him. donât show him any mercy. make his omega feel more than wanted.
mark him up, shove him into the sheets.
heâs your cum dump. breed him.
âyou want my pups?â you grunt as you slam your hips into the flush of his ass, your hand is gripping his head and shoving it into the sheets. âwanna be round and full? hm?â
âalpha-â he moans, âmâgood, good to mother your pups. please, please-â
cum and slick would drip down his thighs, pooling at his knees. he likes it from the back, so this position is one he could be in for hours as long as your knot him over and over. fill him up but heâll never be satisfied.
you find yourself getting lost in your own alpha desires when heâs in heat
his omega is very convincing, even when you two have spoken about not having pups (yet)
still, you mount him on the bed, on the floor, in the sink. he loves that.
make his bones ache and his limbs feel numb. make him feel is for weeks after his heat is over.
he wants more action than talk during his heat.
still, he makes sure to take care of you too. his omega is extremely nurturing.
a silent but heated cycle, mhm.
not all omegas need to be fucked through their heat. jake isnât exactly one of those, but he does prefer less fucking.
he needs a knot occasionally
but those occasional moments are where he needs you balls deep and have his hole overflowing with your cum
heâs whiney. even when youâre just running your hand through his hair heâs sensitive
he likes being scented, wants your scent all over him.
âsmell so good,â youâd grumble into his neck, âbut you smell better with me all over you.â
âmmn,â he hums.
your hand roams down, finger prodding at his entrance. his breath hitches, eyes closed in bliss. you always manage to know when to excite him, when his body needs a knot for certain.
âmnnn,â he shakes his head when you shove a third finger. âno hands alpha,â he has an arm around your neck as the other tries to push your hand out.
âwant my dick instead?â you grin.
he nods, eyeing you like an innocent pup. you grin wickedly.
literally destroy him before popping a knot. make him beg for it. he loves knowing his alpha wants him.
heâs a really whiney person during his heat
he honestly has a lot of cramps, can barely move throughout them
he LOVES it when your hands rub his stomach while cuddling
he needs a knot occasionally
he DOES NOT like it when youâre brute with him, he needs tender love
loves having you inside while cuddling, knot or not, he needs you balls deep, it helps with the cramps
ây/nâŠâ he mumbles, moving around in your arms. âalphaâŠâ
âyes baby?â you look at him.
âwant a knotâŠâ heâd mumble into your neck, shy but desperate.
youâd smile tenderly at him, moving your hips. you sometimes do get too ahead of yourself and overwhelm him with your desire to ruin him. itâs very rare heâd want that.
âalpha, no,â heâd whine when you grip his hips too hard. heâd fidget and move.
âsorry baby, my omega just feels so good.â
talk him through it, heâs a bit of a crier but itâs only because he loves having his alpha be gentle (and heâd obviously cry when youâre not gentle).
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A/N: Well look who are back. I didnât think dbf!joel still existed in my brain but it seems that he is actually thriving. A little treat for you all while I polish some hubby stuff. This one absolutely goes out to @sugadolly đđ
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Summary: You show off your cute little underwear. Joel wants to fuck you but you want to try something else.
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)
Tags: +18 smut, dbf!joel, age gap, daddy kink, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, reader is a good little girl, outside sex (idk what is to call it), clit stim, overstim, reader is cockdrunk af, theyâre actually very much in love for real, cum!!!!
Word count: 2.2k
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52857010
Panties
âLemme see them,â Joel says with a gentle tone as he admires you only in your jeans. He is hovering above you, kisses your lips a few times, and cups your tits as he slips his tongue into your mouth for a brief moment.Â
You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling his chest against your breasts as you embrace each other. You giggle softly, âTheyâre silly, Daddy.â
âNever thought in a million years that my baby would be silly,â he says with obvious sarcasm, nudging your nose with his own, âShow Daddy your pretty little panties. Iâm gonna see âem eventually.â
You remove yourself from him to step back. You roll your eyes, and he raises a brow but then you follow through.Â
âFine,â you tut as you lie down on his bed. His eyes lock on your buttoned jeans, his mouth slightly agape as he breathes deeply with anticipation hanging in the air.Â
You undo your jeans and pull down the zipper, wiggling your hips as you pull the denim down over them, and into view comes your pink cotton briefs. Theyâre cute, not silly, but you already know this, sporting a little bow on the front and a pattern of chibi-style cats.
âWell?â You kick off your jeans, throwing them onto the floor.
Joel kneels on the bed, admiring them thoroughly, âPussy panties?â
You snort, covering your mouth and nose as you do, âShut up.â
âAm I wrong, baby?â He crawls closer to you, lifts your legs up to bend them, and spreads them until his thighs hit the back of yours. He reaches up to peel his shirt off and throws it into your arms so you can hug it close and get drunk on his scent.Â
âNo,â you say as you contemplate crawling into the piece of clothing that he has given you. God, you want him everywhere on you. That masculine smell has you wet in moments.
âMakes ya look real pretty, lovebug,â he compliments, just about to peel the underwear off of you. He stops himself as you scrunch your nose up at the new pet name.
Joel laughs heartily, âDonât like it?â
âSay it again,â you grin up at him.
âLove. Bug,â he repeats, yanks one of your legs at a time over his hips.Â
âHmm,â you tap your chin, âMaybe you should call me it as I come, just to make me associate it with something nice.â
âCheeky,â he says as he pulls down his own underwear. They are in no way as thrilling as yours; black briefs that can barely contain his hard cock and with a little logo on the waistband. He settles them around his thighs, and whilst he does, you reach down to pull your colorful panties to the side.
âJoel?â You say his name. He makes a movement as if his ears have perked up at hearing his actual name.
âWhat is it?â He asks, rubbing your legs soothingly. His eyes are locked on your cunt.
âWhenâ when youâre,â you trail off, suddenly shy, âUh, when youâŠâ
âYes?â He drags the word out, looks up.Â
âI want you to come on them,â your heart beats in your chest and ears but out of the corner of your eyes, you spot Joelâs cock twitching in the air upon hearing those words.
âWas that so hard to ask for?â He digs his thumbs into your thighs, causing you to squirm underneath him, âYou just lie back and let Daddy treat ya right.â
You wait in anticipation. And then, oh.
Ohh.
âAh,â you mewl, looking down between you to see what he is doing. The thick head of his cock lays heavily against your clit, and when you tell him how good it feels, he holds the base of his shaft and slaps the tip against the small nub a few times.Â
You shudder, clenching around nothing and flexing your thighs as you shift a little. Joelâs cock hangs between his legs again, and his hands slide down to rest on your hips, thumbs reaching inwards to spread you open and watch your pulsing cunt.Â
âYou want me to make you feel good, baby? Make you come so hard that your little clit wonât stop twitchinâ until you get all teary-eyed?â He reaches for your clit to circle it with the pad of his thumb, and you can feel slick drip down between your ass cheeks. You moan helplessly and nod repeatedly, already heaving for breath, and Joel beams with pride, âAlready cockdrunk? My my. I havenât even fucked ya yet.â
âI donât want you to fâ I donât want that,â you say suddenly, surprising even yourself. You reach down for Joelâs cock, pulling it against your cunt but not dipping the head into you. Instead, you rub him against your clit, âThis, Daddy, I want to come like this.â
âI can make that happen,â he reassures, batting your hand away to replace it and grabbing at the base of his cock himself. He resumes what you were doing, dipping the head down to catch some of your wetness before adding pressure to your clit. He slides back and forth a few times, âLike that?â
âMhm,â you hum softly, furrowing your brow in concentration. You hold still to let him rub his whole length through your folds until he is sticky with your arousal. His left hand is still grabbing your hip, and he uses it for leverage as he leans a little weight into you.Â
When he grows impatient after a few minutes of you crying quietly for him, he tries to enter you. You catch his wrist and shake your head, âNo! No⊠you promised.â
âI did no such thing,â he clicks his tongue at you.Â
You pout up at him, âButâŠâ
âOh, donât make that face,â he groans, âYou know I canât do anythinâ when you make that face.â
âPlease,â you beg, âIâll come so hard for you.â
âYeah?â He smiles down at you.
âYeah,â you blink your eyes prettily, âThis feels so good. Iâll cream all over your cock, Daddy.â
âNow how can I say no to that?â He moves a little before guiding his cockhead back to where you want it. He rubs the blunt head in circles over your clit for a moment, slaps it against the sensitive spot too, until you can hear the squelching sound of your wetness coating you. It makes him glide over your cunt easier.Â
You curl your toes and bite your lip as you look down at what he is doing, âAhh⊠Keep going.â
He does, building up a rhythm that has you whining pathetically. This shouldnât be that intense but it is, making your pussy flutter and seek out more.Â
âLet me try something,â you say, and he stops as you reach down, âOne second.â
With both hands, you take hold of the seam of the leg of your underwear, holding tightly at the very top of it and the very bottom. You yank it down to sit tightly over the girth of Joelâs cock, essentially trapping it underneath your panties so it drags along the shaft with each of his thrusts. He sits so tightly against you now.Â
âTry now,â you donât even have to say please for Joel to know you are begging.Â
âJesus Christ,â he growls at the new sensation, spurred on to make himself feel it even more. He fucks himself against you with a sudden quickened breath.Â
The bed starts shaking. You start trembling.Â
Youâre not able to take your eyes off of your sinful act, chewing on your bottom lip as he works his cock back and forth over and over again underneath the seam of your panties.Â
âPlease,â your sound is weak, âFuck!â
âCareful with that,â he scolds, âEyes on me.â
You quickly look up at his face, barely able to focus with how much he shakes your whole frame with every push of his lower body.Â
âSay sorry,â he commands, referring to your use of a swear word. He doesnât relent one bit, rolling his hips again and again.Â
âS-sorry,â you apologize, too focused on how your orgasm is already approaching, âPlease.â
âHold on,â he slows down, and you nearly sob with how close you are, but he only does it to remove his shirt and uncover your chest again. Then he goes back to his frantic thrusts, eyes fixated on the way that your tits bounce with every push of his hips.Â
ââM close, Daddy,â you hiccup, feeling your heartbeat in all parts of your body. You throw your head back and groan loudly at the head of the bed, âIâm so close.â
If you werenât holding onto your underwear, you would be clutching the bed frame so hard that your knuckles were white. Instead, the fabric is pulled so taut by your fingers that it hurts when it digs into your skin. You probably donât have to do it so roughly but the pleasure racking up your spine makes you need it.
âDonât hold back, baby,â he encourages with ragged breathing. Confident that you wonât let go as you orgasm, he lets go of himself and grabs both of your hips. He hoists you up a little, leans forward a little further, and then drives his hips back and forth, cockhead sliding over your clit repeatedly.Â
âIâm gonnaâ Oh my God, Iâm gonna come, Iâm gonna come, Iâm gonna come,â you say it like youâre almost in a panic, almost too overwhelmed to embrace the intensity youâre about to experience. You want to push him away and pull him in at the same time but he holds you so roughly in place that you just have to take it. Your eyes find his as you let it happen, âIâm coming! Daddy, oh fâ Iâm coming!â
âYeah? My love bugâs coming?â He nods as encouragement, âCome for me, darlinâ baby.â
And my God, you do. You can feel your whole pelvic floor erupt into beautiful spasms of pleasure, your clit pulsing so fast and strongly that you are sure that Joel can feel it against his dick. You thank God that he is holding onto you because you are twitching and moving involuntarily as he continues his sweet torment, and tears stream down your face.Â
âThatâs it, baby doll, you just cry all ya want,â Joel manages to coo between his own moans. You sob as your orgasm peaks, even more when you slip into a state of oversensitivity. Joel doesnât relent, âOh, baby. I know, baby, I know.â
It isnât until your panties start to tear that he draws back, precome beading at the slit of his cock from how turned on he is. He is smeared with your arousal too, pearly white, and he seems to have put all the strength he has into holding back so you donât pass out.Â
You shiver, trying to make sense of why your body chose to make you come so hard from a simple clit orgasm. The sweat on your body suddenly feels cold, and you reach for him until he leans down and kisses your lips. You whimper into his mouth. He wipes away a few tears.
âYou okay?â He asks softly, pulling back slightly to look you in the eyes as you reply.
âYes, sorry.â
âNo, no. Donât apologize,â he tuts, âYou were gorgeous. God, I am so crazy about you.â
âNow you,â you insist, looking down between the two of you to see the red tip of his weeping cock, âYou promised.â
âThat I did,â he draws back until he is on his knees again. He grabs the base of his dick, strokes it a few times, and then lays it against the crotch of your underwear.Â
Joel rubs the head fast against the soft fabric. He holds onto your thighs, neck muscles straining as he seeks out his own pleasure. You watch him whilst delirious with post-orgasmic bliss, occasionally whimpering when he unintentionally slides over your swollen clit.Â
A moment later, after one of your particularly high whines, he comes with a short breath of relief. He stains the fabric, lays his cock heavy against the front of the underwear, and pulses until he has no more to give. Itâs intense to see him like this, and you find yourself grabbing his wrist to keep him in the moment with you.Â
âChrist, sweetheart,â he pants. He slumps a little.
âI thought it was love bug,â you say with irresistible charm.Â
âDonât make me tell you to lick âem clean, young lady,â he smirks, already crawling forward to lay down on top of you. He crushes you so heavenly with his weight, pretending-biting your cheek and causing you to snicker, âAre we clear?â
You hold him close, relishing in everything that he is, âWeâre clear. Iâll behave. Somewhat.â
âSomewhat?â He nuzzles into your neck and presses a kiss.Â
âWell, I donât think Iâm quite satisfied,â you say dramatically.Â
Joel pulls back to glare at you, âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âWell, I need you inside me too,â you pout even more dramatically, âPussy feels so lonely, Daddy. Needs something.â
âWell, we canât starve this insatiable pussy, can we?â Joel catches on quickly, and soon, he has you screaming on three of his fingers.Â
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being best friends with the hughes and jack having always been in love with her and everyone knows but her. they finally get together and when jack tell everyoneâs no oneâs believes him and thinks he joking
okay...so i may have done like way too much plot for this but I honestly cant help myself. i also don't know if this was a request for a fic or a text but I wrote a fic (oops drop it in my inbox if you wanted it as a text and I'll do it)
it's nice to have a friend(jack hughes x bsf!reader)
summary: fluff! pining (from jack ofc), bsfs to lovers, luke being an absolute child, basically jack picking you up on a rescue misson
warnings!! cursing, kissing
wc: 3k
âY/n L/n drunk and crying on the curb. Youâre in your element.â Jack smiled at you out the passenger window from the driver's seat. You had been out with your friends for a girls night. It was supposed to be fun and you were supposed to let loose, but instead you found yourself chasing your wasted friends around all night. You were too busy making sure they wouldnât do anything stupid to have any fun of your own. When you went to the bar to get a drink you turned around and they were gone. They left you by yourself in the city in the middle of the night, and being scared to ride in an Uber alone, you decided to call your best friend, Jack.
âIâm not drunk, asshole. Iâm barely even tipsy.â You got up to stand, walking towards the car door, hopping in with one swift motion. You climbed into the seat, slamming the door behind you, and crossing your arms. Jackâs gaze lingered over you for a moment watching your misery which he hated more than anything. He graced you with an empathetic half smile before turning his hazards off and driving the car back onto the road.Â
He sighed deeply, turning the radio down slightly âWhat happened?â he asked softly.
âMaria and Chloe left me in the bar alone. Some creep was all over me at the bar and I guess they assumed I was good with him.â You sniffled out, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. âI spent the whole night chasing them around.â Jack placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly. âI just wanted one night of my own to let loose and have fun.â You flailed your arms in the air letting tears escape your eyes.Â
âHey, the night is still young.â You turned your head to look over at him, noticing how perfect his jawline looked through the street lights. âWe can still have fun. Lukeâs staying with Quinn in Vancouver. We'll hang out just the two of us like old times.â Jackâs words settled in, and you couldnât help the small smile tugging at your lips. Despite the situation, he always knew how to lift your spirits.
You glanced over to him, letting out a deep breath. âYeah? Sure youâre up for it? Itâs already almost one.â
Jack scoffed playfully and squeezed your shoulder. âOf course I am. Youâre my favorite person and we canât have you sad on a Saturday evening.âÂ
The drive back to the apartment was silent for the most part. You watched out the window, the familiar streets making you feel more at ease. You and Jack walked through the apartment complex in silence, watching as he fiddled for his keys in his pocket. You stepped through the door, letting the scent of the cinnamon candle fill your nose. You felt almost immediately at ease as you flopped onto Jackâs bed, letting his soft duvet entrap your body.
âGet out of my bed.â Jack laughed, pulling you up by your arm.
âWhy? Iâm so tired.â You pouted, giving him puppy eyes.
âYou know the rule, no outside clothes in my bed. No makeup either, youâll get it on the white sheets.â Jack smiled as he walked over to his dresser, pulling out a devils t-shirt and a pair of boxers for you to wear.
âNuh uh. Your dick has been in those.â You crossed your arms, glaring at Jack who had the clothes in hand.
âTheyâve been washed. Donât get your panties in a twist.â He threw them over to you.
âCorrection, donât get these Jack Hughes gray Calvin Klein boxers in a twist.â You said, making your way towards the bathroom. You slipped your sweaty black dress off your body, stealing some of Jackâs deodorant before pulling the shirt over your head. You took a moment to stare at yourself in the mirror, analyzing everything that had gone wrong tonight. You felt a small sense of betrayal from your friends as sadness crept up on you. You wondered what kind of friend would leave you alone in a bar with some random man in the middle of the night with no ride home. Jack would never do that, no he wouldâve never let the guy get within two feet of you. Suddenly relief washed over you, realizing that you were safe at Jackâs house and not sleeping on the floor of Chloeâs apartment. He wanted nothing more than to make you comfortable, though you couldnât tell why. You pulled the boxers up and began carefully wiping your makeup off with the neutrogena makeup wipes that Jack kept at his place for you. You started to glance around the bathroom noticing that he kept a lot of things here for you. You always knew they were there because you used them, but you never really took attention to the gesture. You looked down at the sink seeing your pink toothbrush, whitening strips, cerave face wash, and your expensive mouthwash he knows you like. You turned your head to the back of the toilet where Jack had put various feminine products in glass containers. You glanced at the shelves in the shower at your shampoo, conditioner, sugar scrub, shaving cream, and your razor. Thatâs a lot of things that cost a good bit of money. You thought to yourself, this place screams âI have a girlfriendâ do girls not notice these when they come over? Come to think of it, Jackâs never really mentioned girls around you. You knew he had them of course from Luke and Quinn, but you never bothered to ask him thinking it may cross a line. You however, spent endless hours talking his ear off about your male conquests. Guys from work, home, bars, hinge, you name him and Jackâs heard about him.
âYou good in there?â Jack knocked on the door.
âY-yeah iâm alright just finishing taking off my makeup.â You replied, his voice breaking your trance.
âJust making sure you didnât pass out.â You couldnât see him, but you could sense his sly smile through his voice.
âIâm not drunk, Jack!â You shouted, kicking the door which resulted in several giggles from him. You wiped the final streak of eyeliner off your face and made your way out of the bathroom. You immediately caught sight of Jack lounging on the bed in his sweatsuit, computer in his lap. He looked up from the screen to subtly stare at you in his clothes. His eyes softening at the sight of you, his shirt fit comically large around your frame, but it was perfect to him in some way.
âGonna keep staring at me like some fuckinâ weirdo?â You raised your eyebrows at him.
He scoffed, âSit down, pretty girl.â He scooched over so you could lay beside him, your shoulders brushing against each other as you took your spot.
âNo, pretty girl left a few seconds ago when I took off my makeup.â You turned your face slightly to look at him. A smile was already growing across his face.
âImpossible. Thereâs one looking at me right now.â The two of you held your gaze for a few moments, neither of you sure what to do next. Your heart began to pound as you thought of the possibility of him kissing you. You quickly turned your face towards the laptop screen.
âSo what are we watching?â You cleared your throat, your head finding its place to rest on his shoulder.
âNot one of those stupid romcoms you like.â You smacked his shoulder playfully and scoffed.
âYou love those movies!âÂ
âWrong. I liked Ten Things I Hate About You.â
âSo, that's the pick?â Jack groaned, throwing his head back.
âFine! But no crying.â He started typing the movie into the search engine, clearly pretending to grumble about it. You settled against him, head on his shoulder, letting yourself sink into his skin as the movie started. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and you tried to distract yourself from the way his thumb absentmindedly traced patterns along your arm. You could feel him stealing glances of you as the movie went on, his head shifting slightly. You felt the warmth of his gaze and couldnât help to sneak a few back, each one resulting in a smirk or a soft laugh from him. It was enough to make your heart race. As the poem scene began playing, you couldnât help but let tears fall. You shifted to wipe your eyes, feeling silly but not caring.
Jack chuckled, pulling you in closer, his voice low and teasing âI thought we agreed no crying.â
âShut up.â You mumbled, hiding your face in his shoulder. âIâve seen it so many times, but it just gets me yâknow?â
He rested his chin on your head, giving you a gentle squeeze. Your heart thudded as he pulled back slightly to look down at you, his face closer than ever, his blue eyes scanning your expression trying to read your thoughts. You felt a rush of courage and held his gaze, feeling the redness rise to your cheeks. Finally, Jack spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
âYâknow you donât need makeup for me. Youâre perfect the way you are.â You blinked, catching your breath as his words sunk in. He brushed a strand of hair from your face and before you could think twice, you found yourself leaning in to close the gap between the two of you. Maybe it was the confidence of the alcohol, but that had almost entirely worn off. Jackâs eyes flickered with something unspoken as he met you halfway, his lips pressing softly to yours for a lingering kiss. The two of you held the kiss for a moment, his teeth subtly biting your bottom lip gently. His hand moved to cup the back of your head, as yours moved to his arm. The kiss intensified in an instant, releasing every amount of tension that kept it hidden for so long. You both pulled back, foreheads resting against each other, each of you breathless. He stole one last kiss, before pulling away entirely, smiles growing slowly as the realization hit.
âI love you.â He cooed out, his hand still resting on the back of your head. You let out a soft laugh, moving to rest your forehead in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his body.
âI love you too, Jacky.â He quickly moved his hands to wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer to his body, letting the scent of your perfume entrap him. Your legs were tangled, letting yourself drift off to sleep as the tv played softly in the background, neither of you watching any longer. Jack waited until you were asleep before moving you over, so he could spoon you letting himself breathe. He pulled his phone from the nightstand with his freehand to text his brothers about tonight's victory.
Jack: Guys I did it. Sheâs mine. Told her I loved her.
Luke: Who?
Jack: Y/n
Quinn: HAHA no way
Jack: Yes way
Luke: No. Number one you're too much of a little bitch to ever tell her, two she would never ACTUALLY go for you.
Quinn: As much as I want you to go for it, you never would
Jack: I DID I SWEAR
Luke: Yeah okay pal cya tomorrow
The night was peaceful, you and Jack were wrapped in each other throughout your sleep. The morning light was harsh on your eyes which Jack took notice of, and got up from the bed to close the blinds. You subtly shifted your body onto the pillow at the sense of Jackâs absence. He chuckled softly and moved his way to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. Luke was coming home today with Quinn alongside him. He didnât expect to have you over last night, but my goodness was he happy about it. Jack began mixing batter in a bowl for the pancakes, letting his mind drag him to the memory of you sound asleep next to him in his bed. He wanted every night to be that way. He glanced over to his door hoping that maybe you would stumble out of his room, but he knew you were tired from the night before. He was in the middle of flipping a pancake when he heard the front door open, followed by the familiar voices of his brothers.Â
âGuess who's back!â Luke shouted, walking into the apartment, throwing his bag on the couch. âOoh! Pancakes!â Luke ran to the kitchen trying to get in Jackâs way, to which he responded by pulling the plate of finished pancakes out of Lukeâs grasp.
âUh uh! Go wash your hands first.â Luke groaned and made his way to the closest bathroom, which was Jackâs.
âYouâre such a mom.â Quinn remarked, taking a seat at a barstool. âFunny joke last night, but seriously you need to tell Y/n how you feel. Even if she doesnât feel the same, itâll at least stop you from following her around like a lovesick puppy.â Jack slammed the stack of pancakes on the counter, pulling out four plates instead of three which Quinn didnât take notice of.
âIâm not joking. I actually did it.â Jack scoffed.
âUh huh sure, and I quit my job last night.â Quinn laughed out as Jack sent him a middle finger. The scene was quickly interrupted by Luke storming out of Jackâs room, running towards the kitchen. âWoah, Luke. Slow down.â Luke was panting, hands on his knees trying to catch his breath from the run he just took.
âThere'sïżœïżœAâŠâ He took deep breaths before every word.
âThereâs a what?â Quinn questioned, pulling a pancake from the pile onto his plate.
âThereâs a girl in Jackâs bed.â He panted out. Quinnâs eyes widened, immediately shifting his gaze to Jack who was smirking.
âSo mr I confessed my love to Y/n last night has a girl in his bed?â Jack threw his head down at the stupidity of his brother. âKnew you were lyinâ
âWHO DO YOU THINK THE GIRL IS?â Jack yelled, a wide smile across his face. Lukeâs mouth dropped immediately, forgetting about the pancakes he ran back to Jackâs room, Quinn following close behind. Luke didnât think twice before jumping on the bed throwing his body over yours. You awakened in an instant, you rubbed your eyes and looked up to Luke who was wearing a sly smile.Â
âGross Luke. How much axe body spray did you put on?â You groaned out, your eyes still not fully opened.
âNo! Gross Y/n. You kissed our brother!â Quinn stated as he moved his way onto the bed, lying down next to you, propping himself up on his elbows. You squinted your eyes, trying to find the strength to keep them open.Â
âSheâs in his bed, they definitely did more than kissing.â Luke laughed out and you sent him a hit to the shoulder.
âGet off me you asshole!â You pushed Luke off, climbing your way out of the bed and towards Jack's dresser.Â
âAfter all this time I canât believe he actually did it.â Quinn let out with a chuckle as you pulled one of Jackâs hoodies from the drawer.
âWhat are you talking about?â You said pulling the hoodie over your head.
âDude, Jackâs been in love with you since like seventh grade.â Luke shifted his position to the edge of the bed as you turned to face him.
âAre you serious?â You squinted your eyes, crossing your arms.
âAre you kidding? You never knew? He made it so painfully obvious.â Quinn chuckled, throwing his head back slightly. You stood there still processing what Quinn said, your heart pounding at the revelation. Jack had been in love with you since seventh grade? How did you miss that? All those little gestures, every time he was always there when you needed him, the way heâd listened to you talk about every guy you dated, even if you could sense his slight discomfort. It all made sense now.
Luke, still lounging on the bed, watched your reaction with a mischievous grin, âSo do you like him back, or was last night just someâŠexperimental sleepover?â
âLuke, stop. Itâs- complicated.â You turned your head trying to hide your blush, knowing damn well that it wasnât complicated. You just didnât want to have this conversation with Jackâs teasing brothers who just so happened to be your best friends.
âComplicated?! He literall-â Luke started but was cut off by Jack walking in the room looking mildly confused and a bit exasperated.
âHey hey! Letâs not harass Y/n right when she wakes up.âÂ
Quinn laughed and stood up, clapping Jack on the back. âLook, lover boy, we're just helping her process the last decade of weird repressed feelings the two of you have. She had no idea how obvious you were being.â
Jack turned pink, giving you an embarrassed smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. âI wasnât that obvious.â he mumbled, but you could see a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.
You stepped forward, reaching for his hand. âActually you might have been, and IâŠI mightâve been really bad at picking up the hints.â You laughed softly, squeezing his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm on yours.
âFinally!â Quinn groaned out, Luke flopping himself back into the bed.
âNow we donât have to watch you guys be grossly oblivious to each other anymore.â
Jack rolled his eyes slightly, keeping his gaze on you, a gentle smile on his face. âYou wanna go for this?â
âAbsolutely.â You nodded, heart pounding with happiness. Jack pulled you into his arms, planting a soft kiss to your forehead.
âGood. Because I wasnât planning on letting go anytime soon.â
Luke groaned loudly from the bed, interrupting the moment. âYou guys are disgusting. Breakfast is getting cold.â You and Jack let out a subtle laugh before walking to the kitchen, hand in hand.
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pwetty please more dom art, switch patrick, sub reader. that blurb was so so good i think âGo ahead and make daddy cum while I give him kisses, âkay?â may be the hottest thing anyone has ever said ever actually
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cw: WEIRD VIBES, dom art switch patrick sub reader coded, heavy on the art x patrick, breeding kink/pregnancy/ambiguous baby trapping (???), artâs lowkey mean, daddy kink (referring to patrick), patrick calls you a slut, oral (afab reader receiving), patrickâs sandwiched in between you & art, anal sex (m receiving), summer heat will have you displaying behaviors and acting in ways, ambiguous era, feminization (one use of âmamaâ not in a mommy kink way), stream of consciousness style writing, theyâre gross but so are you, reader having a hamlet holding up the skull moment
Art fucks Patrick like a bat out of hell, you lie beneath them wet and wanting as you watch patrickâs sweaty body flail around like a ragdoll. Art squishes your bodies together, pressing his weight against Patrick's back. Thereâs so much pressure on your lungs, youâre scared youâll pop. The humid July air is so thick around you that the plush bedding feels swathed in a soft old film yellow tint, you and Patrick swap glassy eyes when his tip finally sinks into your tight ass. No lube in sight, you want pain that only skinny dipping in a private river after dark will fix. Reminders of youth, the sting from the current as it travels through the indents of teeth.
You would think Art had become a ferocious shark, inky pupils dripping onto Patrick's shoulder blades and toothy grins, feral and lead only by his cock at the first scent of blood he could catch. yours, Patrickâs, his. Patrick fucks your ass to the point of no return, his pace never ceasing until all you is the word âDaddyâ howled out over and over. Every thrust earns art deeper inside of him, Patrick greedily rolls his hips back. In appreciation Art leans down and watches his spit highlight how cock drunk the two of you are, a see through trail trickling down both of your faces onto the pillow.
Itâs like Art doesnât have any worth until heâs fucking you and Patrick out of your minds at the same time. He hooks his chin in Patrickâs shoulder, winking down at you as he ramps up the speed of his thrusts. Patrickâs eyes tighten in pleasure-pain but any sounds he has to offer are muffled in the seams of your slick lips, you open your mouth to catch them and hoard them all. Breathy pants and whines and growls becuase Patrick may be the one getting fucked the most, but you should never forget whoâs next in line to benefit from this little symbiotic expression of your relationship. Youâre the atlar, solid foundation and the center of lifeâs devotion. Art and Patrick are the attendants, bringing you animal sacrifices in the form of their flesh and soul and hearts. In their bones and in the nerves connecting to their brain, where you all exist in an undefiled state even as fluids are spilt in between the cracks in the marble. A poor manâs kintsugi.
Patrick begs Art to cum, but you defer to Patrick when itâs your time to be a babbling brook around his thick length. Art always says yes when the other manâs balls deep in you, plus he has dibs on your pussy this week. Itâs in their nature, to desire each other carnally and still keep each other entangled in steep competition even when those desires are fulfilled in excess. Art really wants a baby, youâve been too gung ho to bounce all over the world as if it were your very own tennis court. Explaining it by using their busy careers as an opportunity, you must not know that youâre best when youâre right where they can see you. Even if theyâre not there, jerking each other off to grainy security cam footage is their own bonding time. Sometimes you put on shows for them, modeling expensive lingerie that you think is going to be a surprise for their welcome home. Art always has an eye and a hold on Patrick, they both want that with you too.
âGo on,â He whispers for only Patrickâs uniquely shaped ears to hear, sorry angel. âThe sooner you give our baby that nice big tangy load I know youâve got for us, the sooner I can get their tummy swollen.â
Daddy gets his favorite kind of kisses when he floods your ass with cum, and he licks the remaining drops off your stretched rim with Artâs hand heavy on his head. You get your kisses too, from each of them until youâre sinking so far into that dreamy kind of headspace that affection from you means you lazily smack your lips together and call it a job well done. Fuzzy voices coo at you that it was indeed a job well done, squelching noises accompany Patrick reluctantly pulling out. You both whine the exact same way, Art beams and shushes you, using Patrickâs bruised ass to get rock hard and wet again for your puffy pussy.
âJust like that, fuck! Should have taken a picture, donât you think? Make it last longer, keep you useful.â
All talk, as long as heâs alive heâll have use. Existence breeds obsession, split three ways, the way some god intended. Like calls to like, moths to flame, water to silent desert rock, bleeding knuckles to piping hot iron, copper to silver, bones to soil, ball to grass-clay-concrete court.
Patrick hates it when you and art fight, turning him into a scared puppy. He doesnât say to your face that he agrees with Art, that you shouldnât leave the house amidst all the stress that a possible pregnancy can bring. Stress thatâs easily worked off under their touch, stuffed full of so much cum that it might as well replace your gray matter. You canât run laps around the house despite it being what your anxiety is telling you to do. You have to wait there on the toilet, holding each of their hands as you wait for the test results. Once the necessary time has passed, you canât overcome your nervousness and instead wait for Art to look at one of the sticks.
You barely catch a glimpse of the test result when youâre tackled. Patrickâs on you first, sucking your tongue into his mouth while cradling your head in his hands so you donât feel it when you bump into the wall. Art chastises him of course, pulling him back by his ear to give you some space. Theyâre both smiling, wide and blinding white grins so dazzling that youâre worried youâll go blind. Their reactions alone tell you more than you could ever need to know, the monarch butterflies scurry from stomach to stomach. Those teeming with life and those forever starving. Art gives you a slow kiss and hums into you, the vibrations travel down to your flexing toes. Bubbly laughter drowns out the cracks of lightning outside, baby blanket blue on fire white.
You want to be loved in a way thatâs wrong and out of sorts, your arousal is heightened by what your paranoia tells you will be someoneâs undoing. Yours or theirs. Both. No one really needs pure intentions to love or be loved at the end of the day, and maybe thatâs something to be grateful for. There are people who can love the sin as well as the sinner. Your hormones are doing a number on you, that much is clear, if youâre philosophizing about the morals of being in love when there more than likely are none. Thereâs just that so much time to think, that initial fear of being left when you yourself would be too overencumbered to. Art picks up on these kinds of thoughts more often than Patrick, whoâs just happy to belong somewhere and to someone. The former busies himself with the heft of your tits. Sucks the life out of your hard nipples and then some, he adores when you come begging with a dripping cunt after a late afternoon nap because you had a very good dream.
âLie back angel, working so hard right now⊠you need a break, mama.â Art giggles, engaging in a riveting one on one conversation with your throbbing clit, rapidly flicking it with his tongue as he locks clear eyes with your sleepy blinks. âPussyâs gushing like a fountain now, âs so chubby too, I hope you never fucking work off the baby weight.â
Later theyâll wipe you down from the shower with their tongues, slurping up the water droplets like theyâre bugs hovering around an in bloom blush pink flower because theyâre freaks like that. Patrickâs out on the now usual run to the nearest convenience store for your latest cravings, heâll try it with you too no matter what it is. Art does his best, but youâre too sensitive to others being nauseous to handle seeing his skin almost cartoonishly flood with a light mossy green undertone. Fall brings a whole new array of food combinations and flavors of snack cakes just waiting for you to inhale them worryingly quickly. Art brings your focus back to him with a teasing nip to your bud, closing his lips around it and giving it a firm suck as the front door unlatches. The crinkling of plastic grocery bags reach your ears before Patrickâs corny âHoney, Iâm home!â does. More single minded than a dog with his bone, the bags clatter to the floor and his shoes pound the floor on the way to where youâre cumming on Artâs face in a flash of white.
Patrick frowns, âYou know I don't like you being a slut when I'm not there, now you owe me two rounds.â
Art reminds the other man that you might not have the energy for the two rounds heâs imagining, full of slapping skin and ghoulish howls, Patrick simply says that you can drift off while he ruts away. Into you or on you, so long as his puffy tip is touching some sort of skin, makes him wish he could burrow and dig a tunnel inside you. Live in one of the chambers in your heart, Art in the other, your kids in the next, a no vacancy sign boarding the last of them shut. You tilt your head to the side so he runs his nose along the faint line of your pulse. He should record the echoing rhythmic thumps for when theyâre traveling and canât sleep without their missing piece. His chest burns when the words well up and wonât come out how he needs them too, how can you express that you need to live in someoneâs very dna without letting your huge dick do the talking for you? Heâll quite possibly never know, maybe a rare showing of Art riding Patrick into the center of the earth as he gasps for life saving breath will be enough for you.
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ok but get this
ellie is definitely the type to fall asleep while eating you out. gently tapping her head and you cant help but laugh. shes so cute resting her head on your thigh, completely pussy drunk that it made her so sleepyyyy
ok im done.
opiate this hazy head of mine
pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader
summary: no matter how tired she may be, she just canât get enough of you.
warnings: smut (MDNI), slight overstim, brief mention of a minor injury, ellie snoozin
a/n: stop this is so cute. ellie b like⊠eat sleep repeat
Your eyes shoot up from the book in your lap when you hear the door to the room open, knowing exactly who it is before you even see her face.
Itâs at least midnight and itâs almost painful how exhausted you are, but youâd made a habit out of waiting for your girlfriend to get home from patrol before ever going to sleep. As much as you assure her that itâs only because you want to be there for her after such a long day, you know deep down that your own anxieties play a big part in it. Every time she passes the gates to Jackson, thereâs a little voice in your head reminding you that this could be the time she never makes it back.
She does, though. Every time. Your luck has been grand so far.
You smile as she trudges over to the bed, flopping down onto the mattress, breathing in the scent of the freshly washed sheets. You set your book down on the nightstand. âLong time, no see.â
âToo long.â Ellie groans, crawling up the bed until sheâs settled between your legs, cheek pressing against your upper chest.
You wrap your arms around her and place a kiss on her frizzy hair. âAgreed,â you mumble, âbut you know the rules. No outside clothes on the bed.â
Her chest puffs up before she lets out an exasperated sigh. âCome on. You canât make an exception for me?â
âNot really, since the rule is specifically for you.â You gently push on her shoulders to make her sit up, which she does hesitantly. âCome on. The faster you change, the faster we can go to sleep.â
Ellie grumbles as she scoots to the edge of the bed so she can get to work with unlacing her shoes. While she does that, you stand up to retrieve the pajamas that you had laid out for her; a big, grey t-shirt and one of her many pairs of black boyshorts. You walk over to her and slip her shirt off over her head. âOh, Els,â you sigh, reaching out to see that sheâs got a bruise on her shoulder. Itâs a big one and itâs already dark, a pretty mix of purple and yellow. âHowâd you get that?â
âKinda embarrassing, actuallyâ I ran into this tree branch that was sticking through a window. It doesnât really hurt as long as I donât move my arm.â She shrugs.
You shake your head as you move down to start unbuttoning her jeans, which are just utterly filthy. Blood, dirt, and some other nasty shit that you donât wanna know about; you arenât exactly a clean freak, but youâd be caught dead before letting her stay in these clothes any longer than she has to. You pull her jeans down along with her underwear and pass her the pajamas. âIâm gonna go get a washcloth.â
As you walk away, you toss her dirty clothes into the laundry basket before wetting a rag with warm water in the bathroom, then taking a seat next to her on the bed. Sheâs already got her pajamas on and is rubbing the exhaustion from her eyes.
âFuck, Iâm tired.â She practically whispers.
You pick up her arm and run the washcloth over any bits of dirt that lingered on her skin. âI know,â you hum, âjust want you to be comfortable.â
Ellie watches you clean her off with a focused care, handling her like a porcelain doll that could break at any moment. If it were anyone else, she wouldâve gotten pissed off at how weak it makes her feel. But you arenât anybody else. Youâre the only person who can break down those walls she put up with nothing but a washcloth and a fresh pair of pajamas.
When youâre done, you just throw the rag on the bedside table and crawl back up the bed, motioning for her to follow you, which she does without a second thought. She lands herself in the same position as before, just a but cleaner this time; ear pressed to your heartbeat, sighing contently when she feels your arms wrap around her. âYeah, this is pretty damn comfortable.â She says, though her voice is muffled by your shirt.
âWorth the thirty seconds it took for you to get changed?â You wonder, the snarky tone not making its way past Ellie.
She lifts her head to look at you with a huff. âYouâre a lot prettier when you arenât talking, you know that?â
You reach up to jokingly push her face away from you, but she takes it as an opening to latch onto your neck, chapped lips peppering kisses across your pulse point. Both of you know what that means, and youâd like to stop it before it goes too far. âOhâ Ellie, I think we should go to sleep,â
She hums against your throat, a quiet mm-mmm that shows her determination to finish what sheâs started, regardless of how tempted she is by sleep. You sigh out in both disapproval and pleasure; a hypocritical combination that she pretends not to notice. Before you know it, her hands are sneaking under the fabric of your shirt, calloused fingers brushing over the soft skin on either side of your stomach. âYouâre a pain in my ass.â You mutter.
Her only response is a quick bite to your neck, causing you to gasp and dig your fingers into her back, but sheâs already moving down your body before you can react. Her hands smooth their way to the waistband of your bottoms, which happen to be a pair of her own boxers, she realizes with a smirk. âCome on. You put on my boxers and expected me to not get all hot and bothered?â
âDonât ever say âhot and botheredâ again, but yeahâ I know what makes you tick.â You reply honestly. She just rolls her eyes as she quickly pulls them down your legs, helping you kick them off to the floor. Not only can she already smell you, but the sight is enough to make her mind go blank. How are you already so wet? Had you been expecting this?
Her eyes momentarily flicker over to the book youâd placed on the nightstand and sees that itâs a familiar one; the one with a few portions questionable enough that you hurriedly stuff into one of the drawers before Joel or any of your friends come to visit. She grins at the realization. âHoly shit, youâre all hot and bothered too, huh?â
Before youâre even able to come up with another response, perhaps berate her for using that damn phrase again, you feel Ellieâs thumb swipe through your folds to bring some wetness up to your clit so that she can rub it in slow circles. Your hands grab onto the sheets and your legs fall open, making more room for her to lay between them comfortably. âYeah, you are. Jeez.â
As turned on as you are, you canât help but worry for her a bit; this is probably the latest sheâs come back from a patrol, and if Maria hadnât lectured her yet, she would definitely be in for it tomorrow. The dim yellow light from the lamp next to the bed gives you a clear view of those bags beneath her eyes, too, as she looks up at you like it doesnât even phase her.
âMaybe, but youâre tired,â you whine, reaching down to stroke her freckled cheek with your thumb.
âAre you?â She asks.
You tuck some loose hair behind her ear. âNo, but still, youââ
Much to your surprise (the best kind, you hate to admit), Ellie cuts you off by replacing her thumb with her tongue, immediately latching onto your twitching clit like itâs her sworn duty. Your hips jump as you gasp, taken aback by the sudden rush of pleasure that courses through you. Her quiet moans donât do much to help. That hand on her cheek quickly comes up to grab her hair, clearly unsure whether you should pull her away or tug her closer. Either way, she doesnât budge. You knew she wouldnât.
Though it still feels good, way too good, you notice the tiredness creeping up on Ellie while she exhausts her last bits of energy into eating you outâ slowly, more messy than usual, which is a welcome change. Little do you know, the only thing keeping her from completely dozing off is the feeling of your fingers tugging her hair (and the way your taste melts on her tongue like honey).
Due to this change in pace, itâs easier for you to keep your legs open wide for her, not exactly having the energy to struggle whatsoever and not wanting to tire her any more than she already is. If this is what she chooses to help her relax, then so be it; youâre getting something out of it too, after all.
A few minutes go by before youâre weakly crying out her name. âEls, Iâm close,â you say, âjust like that, okay? Oh, fuck,â
Ellie gives a tired smile as she pushes one finger into your clenching hole, softly curling it upwards into that spot that knocks the air out of you every single time. Thatâs all it takes to push you over the edge.
Your hand falls from her head and seeks out her free hand, twining your fingers together as she lets you ride out a gentle, quivering orgasmâ but she doesnât stop there. Of course she doesnât.
It takes you a moment to process that she hasnât stopped, even after removing her finger from inside of you. Her tongue is relentless as ever despite the ache in her bones telling her that her time is up.
âEllieââ You hardly whine out, cut by a gasp. Still, though, you donât make any attempt to fight back. You just squirm and cry as she licks up the mess sheâs made of you with no regard for your sensitivity. It isnât because sheâs feeling mean, though. Just one glance down at her is all it takes for you to understand that sheâs really just out of it.
You squeeze her hand each time she moans into you, the once pleasurable vibrations becoming torturous. Not before long, though, those moans turn to whines, then huffs, until you feel her head go limp against your thigh as she licks you one last time before letting out a low hum.
Relief floods you when you think she might just be done for the night
That is, until you look down once more and see that sheâs completely knocked out.
Your eyes widen. Her lips glisten in the little bit of light in her room, her hands resting on your hips, cheek smushed against your shivering inner thigh. Itâs a beautiful sight, really, but the context makes you want to crawl out of your skin.
Cautiously, you shake your leg, jostling her head and watching her brows furrow at the disturbance. âEllie.â
Her squinted eyes finally flutter open and meet yours, obviously still well aware of her situation. âWhat, canât a girl get some shut-eye around here?â She groans.
You shake your leg again before she can nuzzle back into it, which is her cue to hesitantly crawl up to your side, bringing the blanket over the both of you before wrapping an arm around your waist and burying her face into the warm crook of your neck. âBetter?â Ellie questions muffledly.
You reach over to run your fingers through her (now messy) hair, successfully easing her sleepy state of irritation. âMuch better, sleeping beauty.â
Though you expect your tease to be met with a dirty look or at least a snarky comment in return, youâre met with a very telling silence. Then, that big exhale Ellie always does whenever sheâs completely fallen asleep.
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Enamored by Envy (Rafe Cameron x reader)
Pairing- Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary- when all you wanted was your boyfriendâs attention and while he had other plans, you decided to take matters into your own hands.Â
Warnings- smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), nickname-princess (but in a derogatory sense), fingering, jealous!rafe, brat!reader.
Authorâs note- i am back and i promise i will provide you with fics as much as possible. enjoy reading <3. also, this fic ends in a cliffhanger.
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He wasnât looking at you, and that pissed you off. You wore your favourite red satin silk midi dress which hugged every inch of your body just so Rafe could ogle at you and later fuck your brains out but now, that seemed impossible because here you were sitting on those bar stools with a Martini in your hand and Rafe was sitting across from you making a business deal. You understood that he had work to do and you let him but it was already past an hour and he did not so much as even look in your direction, this only made you grow impatient and annoyed.Â
You looked at him, in hopes that at least now he would look back at you but you found no such luck. God, you were growing annoyed and agitated, so you did what you always do best. Make him learn his lesson. You scanned the dance floor which was filled with people who were either too drunk or they were on top of each other, quite literally and dancing like there was no tomorrow.Â
So you walked your way to the dance floor and started dancing. For the first few minutes that you were dancing, you kept looking at Rafe to see if he was looking at you. Nada. He didnât even bat an eye in your direction and as the music grew louder and touched every atom in your body, you forgot about him. Your hip swayed sensually and your hands touched your entire body as you felt every bass and the melody of the music.Â
You didnât even notice the guy behind you who had his hands on your waist and swaying with you. He moved his hands with you, his breath hitting your neck as he lowered his head down to inhale your scent.
Your music-induced haze snapped and you looked over at the counter to see him, jaw clenched and his eyes shooting daggers at the guy you were dancing with.His gaze not leaving yours even for a second as he strode towards you like a panther ready to hunt its prey.
Rafe lowered his head down and whispered in your ear, âGo back to the car, princess.â his breath hit your neck which elicited goosebumps. It happened every damn time. His voice, his touch and his words always made you feel something, like your whole skin was on fire. You hated him for doing these things to you, you hated that he ignored you and he dared to come here and tell you what to do. It was all so messed up. You looked up at him and spat, âFuck.You.â and left.
You knew he would probably punch the guy that was dancing with you but you couldnât stay there any longer than necessary and honestly, you couldnât care less about the guy. You made your way towards the parking lot. If Rafe wanted to come home he can use a fucking cab for himself.Â
When you were about to get into the car, a hand caught your wrist and turned you around. Your back slammed into the car as a looming Rafe stood in front of you with his entire body leaning on you. You tried to break free from his hold but that asshole had a steady grip on you. He lowered his face, only inches away from yours and spoke, âAnd where do you think youâre going?âÂ
His face was so close that if you moved even a little bit youâd probably kiss him. Your eyes trailed from his face to his lips and back to his eyes. His eyes were already undressing you and it took all your willpower not to give in to his games. âAway from you,â you said through gritted teeth. You somehow broke free from his grasp and managed to open the car door, got inside and drove away.Â
All you could see was red, maybe you were overreacting but he needed to be reminded that you are not just anyone and that you are your own person and if anybody wanted you, they had to work for it.Â
As you pulled over in your parking lot you saw a silhouette of a person, no, Rafe. How the hell did he reach faster than you? Ignoring that you made your way towards the door, he stood tall and strong and opened the door for you and said, âAfter you, princess.âÂ
What was up with him? Why was he saying stuff like this? You had no fucking idea. You entered your hall after which Rafe closed the door behind him. You made your way towards the dining table when his hand gripped your waist and slammed you against the dining table, the wood dug into your hips as you let out a harsh breath.Â
âNow what was all the attitude about, princess?â he whispered as his hand held your waist in an almost bruising hold.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?!â you spat out as you tried pushing him away but he didnât budge. âYou didnât even look at me! I tried calling your name but you wouldnât respond. It was as if you were fucking ignoring my whole existence!âÂ
He brought his head down to your ears, hot breath hitting your ears and spoke through gritted teeth, âIf I so much as looked at you, I wouldâve lost all my senses and control and fucked you right then and there. You see I had a deal which needed to be looked into but you had other plans of going out there and dancing with that worthless fucker-â he moved your hair from your neck slowly and torturously that you had to close your eyes and bit your lips to tamp down the unwanted thoughts that were building up. He bit your neck hard causing you to cry out as you held his arms on either side. âYou know what happens to a bad girl donât you princess?â he whispered, making you clench your thighs together.
You had gotten to him alright and now you had to face consequences for it which you happily will. He got back up from your neck and looked straight into your eyes when his hand covered your neck pressing it firmly yet surely. âNow, you know what happens to girls like you donât you, princess.â and with that, he kissed you hard causing you to sink deeper into the dining table wood. His tongue entered your mouth without permission, assaulting you in ways that sent a wave of pleasure right to your core. His hold on your neck tightened as he sunk deeper into your mouth, pressing his hard length right against your already wet cunt.Â
A moan escaped from your mouth as he continued to kiss you, messily and eagerly. He broke apart the kiss as your chest heaved from the impact. In one swift movement, he lifts your dress, throwing your panties away and laying you down on the dining table. âSpread your legs, princess,â he croaked, licking his lips as his eyes practically devoured your entire being.Â
âNo,â you replied, challenging him and pressing your thighs together to avoid him from doing anything to you . He turned his head to the side, the corner of his lips lifting into a half-smile and with one shift of his strong hands your legs were pulled apart. He lowered his head and licked your bare pussy. That single action made you close your eyes and throw your head back.Â
He made a grunting sound before he put his thumb on your clit massaging and palming it. Your breaths became quicker and your eyelids started to get heavy. âEyes on me,â Rafeâs firm voice floated through your haze and made you quickly snap your eyes open and look at him. You would usually put up more of a fight but you were too into the sensation that even if you tried saying anything it would come out as gibberish.Â
His mouth mapped every bit of your inner thigh, marking and branding you his. His mouth then moved onto your clit, sucking and biting it. While he was busy assaulting your clit, two of his fingers thrust, hard, inside your cunt. His fingers worked professionally as if you were a canvas and he were the artist, painting a masterpiece for the world to see.Â
He was continually hitting the right spot, again and again. Your hips jerked from the force building in your core just one more stroke, lick and bite and you would come undone. As soon as you were close to the edge, so close, he withdrew his fingers and mouth. You made the most guttural noise known to mankind and glared at him for denying you an orgasm.Â
He simply smirked and removed his pants and boxers, freeing his big cock. His pre-cum dripped from his tip and he was hard. You looked at him to find him already looking at you, his dick positioned right in front of your pussy. One hard thrust got you screaming his name. He held you by the throat and brought you closer to him so now your face was closer to his chest. He leaned down, his voice breathless, âLook at us princess, our bodies were made for each other. You are mine to fuck, mine to see and mine to taste. No one gets to touch whatâs mine.â As he said the last words, his grip on your throat tightened. His words made your skin heat with lust. You grabbed his hair in your hands and crashed your lips to his. This encouraged him to pick his pace up and he fucked you raw. The only sound that echoed the room was your skin slapping against his. His thumb massaged your clit and his cock hit the right spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.Â
âRa-rafeâŠah!â you screamed out as you came apart. Your eyes shut taking in the feeling of total bliss. He came right after you with a grunt and you could practically feel his warm cum leaking out and dripping down your thigh. You let out a sigh and laid back down the dining table. You were exhausted from the night's activities and as soon as you were coming down your high Rafe lifted you up and hauled you over his shoulder. You yelped in surprise.Â
âRafe put me the fuck down!â you exclaimed. He took up the stairs and set you down on the bed. His eyes roaming all around your body, from your hair to your legs. You were sure you were a mess with your hair strands falling all over the place and your cheeks flushed.Â
His eyes came back to yours and he replied, âIâm not done yet.â His hoarse and commanding voice set a jolt of electricity straight to your core
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