#he turns it around a little bit in the final scene yes but that is explicitly After the bee
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Reciprocity
Pairing: Yoongi x afab reader (Kintsugi couple) feat. A Fine Line Couple
Genre: established relationship
Word count: 5.8k
Summary: A couples' holiday with Suri and Namjoon highlights a particular problem between you and Yoongi.
Content: one reference to self-harm (cutting) but discussion of scars, oral sex (f. receiving), discussions of sex life stuff?, i guess some poor communication, overheard sex
A/N: yes, it's me once again with my favourite characters no apologies. i have been thinking about this since maybe even before i finished the series??? and i'm glad to have it finally out of my head. this is unedited and unbeta'd, written by me in the course of this one single day and well, here we are. This is set in the summer, somewhere a few months after the ending of the series.
* * *
âItâll be fun!âÂ
Yoongi just nodded and continued carefully folding clothes and packing them in a bag. Â
âYou donât want to come,â you continued, heart sinking a little.Â
âOf course I do.âÂ
âTell your face.âÂ
He smiled then but didnât want you to see it, turned around to fetch underwear from a drawer. When he turned back, his face was schooled into something a little more neutral, polite.Â
âIâm not saying itâs my first choice of holiday,â he explained, âbut I want to go.âÂ
âGood, because youâre coming whether you like it or not!âÂ
You hopped off the bed, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then moved into the kitchen to prepare snacks for the road. At the advice of your therapist, you were taking Yoongi at his word: if he said he wanted to come, you would believe him and it was not your responsibility if he was lying. Even though it felt like it was. Â
A week in the sun had been your initial suggestion. Somewhere where the heat wasnât a curse, but a blessing. Clear blue skies and cool water. Peace. Unbridled joy where the real world couldnât touch you. Even you werenât entirely sure when it turned into a couplesâ holiday, but it was an idea that neither Suri nor Yoongi would ever come up with, and you werenât sure about Namjoon so it must have been yours. Sounded like the sort of thing you would say. Yoongi had said yes and let you do the research, find somewhere not too far away, easy to get to but far enough to feel new, to feel fresh. Â
He had been fairly tight-lipped about it since then. Got a little quiet when you brought it up, when you showed him tourism websites with activities laid out. He insisted he wanted to come but never quite managed to muster up the level of enthusiasm youâd hoped for. In a way, that was just Yoongi being Yoongi, but there was anxiety in you, too, and it was making you sensitive. You could see everyone hating the idea, hating the trip, having the worst time. The awkward silences, arguments about what to do or who should clean what. Namjoon had joked that he would have to force Suri to come and he had said it with a laugh but you knew it was true. Â
You turned your head and looked out of the car window at the increasingly green scenes around you and bit your lip. It felt incongruous somehow to not be happy and peaceful when the environment was so lush and bright with life. With ease. With a natural kind of solidity that had stood for hundreds or thousands of years and was still standing. You felt small and silly to be worried about this but it didnât stop you worrying. Yoongiâs hand found yours and, like it always did, made a warmth start in your heart. You closed your eyes for a second of intense gratitude and then turned to him.Â
âItâll be fun,â he said. Â
And it sounded like he meant it.Â
*Â
You and Yoongi arrived first, took the back bedroom overlooking the lake at Yoongiâs insistence because it was the better view. You had stopped on the way for groceries and you stocked the fridge, took out food to cook for dinner, since it would be about that time when Namjoon and Suri arrived. Â
The cabin was wooden and new, so new it still smelt literally pine-fresh. The sun was just starting to dip, dripping golden light over everything, spreading a thousand tiny diamonds on the surface of the lake. It couldnât have been more picturesque. It made you want to send a postcard for the first time since you were a child. Â You settled for texting photos to Taehyung who told you to stop messaging him. Your ripples of anxiety were peaking, anticipating Namjoon and Suriâs arrival and what sort of dynamic it would bring, how it might disturb the peace of this place. Â
Yoongi tore you from the window and asked you to start peeling vegetables. You were glad of the task.Â
â-t I donât want to be here, itâs just going to be weird.âÂ
Suriâs voice came from the hallway and you froze. So did Yoongi.Â
âI donât know why you keep saying that-â Namjoon - âitâs not as if weâve never spent time with them. You like them.âÂ
Suriâs hum in response sounded unconvinced. Â
You heard the kicking off of shoes, could follow their footsteps into the living room, around the corner from the kitchen where the two of you were hidden. Yoongi put down his knife and moved to go, intercept them before they said something you didnât want to hear, but you put a hand out to stop him. Your stomach was sick but you had to hear it. Whatever it might be. Â
âSheâs jus-âÂ
And they rounded the corner into the kitchen, stopped in their tracks when they saw you.Â
âHey!â Namjoon was the first to recover. âWe didnât know you guys had arrived already! Where have you parked?âÂ
ââRound the back,â Yoongi answered.Â
He was looking at Suri and you were looking anywhere but. Face burning with shameâthat this was your idea, that it was all your fault, that you shouldâve made you presence known earlier, that no one except you wanted to do thisâyou swallowed and smiled as brightly as you could.Â
âYou made it!â Â
Your cheer sounded forced to you; maybe Namjoon and Suri wouldnât hear it. Maybe they would believe you.Â
âPublic transport is a fucking nightmare,â Suri said with feeling. Â
âI told you we couldâve rented a car,â Namjoon replied as if they had had this argument already.Â
âIâm not driving in these hills! You should do it. Right?âÂ
You flinched when she turned to you and realised you had to answer.Â
âUh-âÂ
âYoongi drove, right? Literally what are men good for if not chauffeuring you around?âÂ
It was a lifeline for her, really, but you took it readily, gladly, anything to drive over the awkwardness and shame you were feeling.Â
âShe has a point, Joon,â you said, grinning at him. âYou could at least get a licence.â Â
Namjoon rolled his eyes indulgently, let you and Suri rib him a little more, smoothing things over at his own expense. You were deeply grateful. Â
âCome and help us do dinner,â you said, ferreting out more chopping boards from the cupboard, handing over knives and ingredients. Â
It would be fine, you told yourself as you diligently and with great focus, chopped an onion. It would be fine. It would not be weird. It would be fine. It would be fine. Â
*Â
It was fine. Dinner was cooked and eaten and cleaned up after. Drinks were taken on to the back porch, overlooking the lake, the heat lingering long into the darkness. It was not dissimilar to the other dinners you had had as a foursome. As long as you could forget what Suri might have been about to say, you were sure you could have a good time. Â
*Â
You woke the next morning, sun streaming sharply through a gap in the curtains. You rolled over, tucked yourself into Yoongiâs side even though you were already hot and sticky. You were willing yourself to fall back to sleep, even if just for a few minutes, and then you were sitting, eyes wide, ears trained. Â
There was no mistaking the sound of other people having sex. You grimaced, settled back down in bed and pulled the covers over your head.Â
âWhat?â Yoongi mumbled, not so much a word as a sound.Â
âCanât you hear them?â you asked in a stage whisper.Â
Another grunt from Yoongi. Then you felt his body tense, followed by a sigh and a sleepy chuckle.Â
âYouâre the one who wanted to come on holiday with another couple.âÂ
You whined, prodded him sharply in the chest.Â
âNot because I was anticipating this! Do they have to be so loud?âÂ
âThis place is not exactly well sound-proofed.âÂ
âI so donât want to hear this.âÂ
âGo back to sleep,â Yoongi said and he sounded like he was already halfway there himself. Â
âI donât know how you can sleep now that you can hear that.âÂ
Merely a hum in response.Â
You lay for a few minutes, desperately trying not to hear the only noise in the house, and then you gave up. Threw back the covers and went into the bathroom to shower. The rush of the shower might not exactly cover it but it would give you something to do. Â
*Â
âHey,â Yoongi greeted the other couple when they came out to join the two of you on the back porch, where you were sitting with coffee and fruit. âJust a quick request: could you please have louder sex? Iâve been getting a little too much sleep recently.âÂ
You and Suri both froze and you saw the blood swarm in her cheeks, red and hot. Namjoon just laughed. Â
âIâll see what we can do.âÂ
Suri swatted him harshly on the arm and he barely noticed, slung said arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, kissed her on the top of her head. If he felt embarrassed or awkward about it, it wasnât showing. What was it like to be so self-assured, confident, relaxed about everything? Even with Suriâs face still pink, her mouth pulled into a scowl, furiously glowering at her boyfriend, he looked easy, his smile gentle and eyes bright. You envied him. You still felt silly and embarrassed about the previous evening, and embarrassed about hearing them have sex; he didnât seem embarrassed at all to be heard. Â
*Â
Yoongi had insisted on washing up after breakfast. Didnât let anyone else so much as carry a bowl back to the kitchen. He was taking his time on it, deliberately, carefully, putting off what he knew could not be avoided. Â
He was rarely unaware of his own body. Vigilant at all times about its exposure. He had suffered years of summers under long sleeves and trousers, would suffer higher temperatures, more humidity if he had to. He regretted everything he had done to himself, but not in a way that prevented him doing it again. No amount of shame or embarrassment would stop him, it seemed. Not that it happened much these days, but the possibility was always there. Â
Even when he was with you, he couldnât let go. Even though you were sweet and kind and loving. Even though he knew there was a part of you that understood. Even though he could kiss your thighs where you had cut them and love you so much that it hurt, love your skin, love your scars (hate that you had them). Even though you kissed him, all over, generous and unsparing, even though you said you loved him, all the parts, every bit of him. He knew what he was and he found that breaking the habit of hiding himself was harder than the hiding had been in the first place.Â
With his task finished, and all the others he had made up for himself (cleaning counters, fluffing cushions, clearing the dryer of lint even though they hadnât used it), he had come to the point he could no longer avoid. He moved slowly up the stairs, towards the bedroom you and he were sharing; he stopped halfway up. He could see you through the door, left ajar. Â
Your bikini was floral, cutesy, every bit you. The smile formed on his mouth before he had registered the sight. Then it was wiped away because he saw your face: your worried eyebrows, lip caught between your teeth. Your fingers ran over the scars on your thighs; your face turned towards the window, from which point Yoongi knew you could see Namjoon and Suri, already out, lounging. He could see cogs turning in your head, first this way then that. Â
And then it wasnât just the scars. You fussed with the top, fussed with the bottom, turned in the mirror to check yourself from the side, twisted your head around to catch yourself from the back. You ran a hand over your face. You picked up a slip of fabricâsome kind of cover-up, a dress?âand held it up against yourself.Â
He knew he shouldnât be spying like this. He wanted to leap the remaining stairs and take you into bed where he would show you exactly what he thought of your body: your perfect, desirable, soft, body that he loved and loved to love. He wanted, briefly, to throw Suri in the lake and hope there were eels because he knew you were still thinking about it: last night. Â
He knew that it didnât matter much what he did because it wasnât that easy. It wasnât as easy as being told you were fine. He knew because you told him all the time but he still felt like there was something wrong with him. Â
He carried on up the stairs and knocked on the door as he entered. Your face was immediately bright, free from clouds, as clear as the sky outside. Â
âComing outside?â you asked as he moved in closer, couldnât stop himself kissing you just once, putting all his love into it, however brief, however small.Â
âYeah, just coming. You go ahead.âÂ
You nodded and skipped out and there was a deep tug in his chest. There was a pit of snakes in his stomach but, fuck it, heâd been bitten before. Everyone out there beside the lake knew him, knew what he was if not in full, lurid detail. He took a deep breath and fished around in the bottom of his bag for the pair of swimming shorts he had bought in a moment of madness and packed because he wanted to make the effort for you. He hadnât expected to wear themâthey were still fully tagged and pristine, ready for refundingâbut here he was. Â
He hadnât anticipated the difficulty. He sat for ten minutes at the dining table in the kitchen, willing himself to get up and go outside. His legs werenât all that bad, not the lower half. No one would care. Youâd seen them before anyway. It wasnât a big deal. He was telling himself all the right things but he couldnât make himself move because he was thinking about all the people whoâd seen him in his grossest state. Thought of the things some of them had said. Thought about their reactions. Thought about yours. Tried to focus on that. Reminded himself that it was you out there and his best friend. Suri was still a question mark but he also thought that she could go fuck herself if she had a problem with it because he was still prepared to fight her for potentially upsetting you.Â
âI donât know. Iâll go and see where he is.âÂ
Your voice floated over to him and that was it, the alarm call, the deadline reached. He stood from the chair and made himself move with he didnât know what power. Â
âHey!â you cried, arms outstretched to welcome him as he approached the group. âI was just coming to look for youâthought you might have got lost.âÂ
He smiled, let you kiss him on the cheek, direct him into a sun lounger, sit down with him on it, not quite in his lap but almost. Â
Suri raised a hand in way of a greeting; she was flat on her back, sunglasses on, straps of her bikini tucked away, her tiny body sizzling in the sun. Namjoon sat next to her, under the shade of a parasol, dug out of the cabinâs garage, book in hand. He nodded at Yoongi and kept reading.Â
âIâm going to go in the lake,â you said, one hand resting on his calf. âDo you want to come?âÂ
He was putting all his energy into not looking where you were touching him, not noticing, pretending that this wasnât the first time for he couldnât remember how many years that heâd not been fully covered in front of people. He wasnât sure what his face said, if his mouth said anything at all, but you were standing and holding out your hands for him so he must have said yes, let you lead him to the edge of the water and then jump in. Â
The water was colder than heâd expected. He gasped and swallowed a lungful, came up spluttering. He wiped the water from his face and pushed his hair back. He blinked the water from his eyes and each frame brought you closer, until your arms were around his neck and your lips on his. Â
âI love you, you know that?âÂ
He nodded.Â
âI love you, too.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
Did you? Did you really know the full depth and breadth of it? The way he loved you was desperate and whole. He had loved desperately before, loved anxiously, a long time ago when he still thought it was possible he could be loved. There were times when it terrified him. You terrified him because you loved him and it was impossible. Panic seized him and he wanted to run, run anywhere, get as far away as possible until you and your enormous heart were nowhere to be seen. Then you would call him or you would touch him and the panic disappeared, a low-grade anxiety in its place. Â
He hadnât realised he had given up on it. Before you let him kiss you, before you kissed him back and said things he never believed he would hear, he had retired the idea of being loved. It wasnât for everyone and it wasnât for him. He took what he could get and accepted that his lot in life was nothing more. But he met you and it hit him square in the face: that heâd stopped expecting joy. That he was fine because he never expected what he deeply and desperately wanted: to be loved.Â
And thatâs why you were terrifying. Because he was getting used to you. Getting used to being wanted. Getting used to the idea that he could be wanted. Sometimes he thought he was expecting it. Expecting you to let him in your arms, in your life. He had to remind himself that he wasnât owed anything, didnât deserve anything. It was the other way around: he was in debt for everything he had been given by you, for being given you at all.Â
*Â
They say if you canât beat them, join them. It was an expression Yoongi was apparently taking very seriously, as he slid his tongue down your torso, fingers already slipping through your lips, sinking deep into your soft, wet hole. Â
You were less keen to join Namjoon and Suri in being overheard so you pressed a pillow to your face and moaned into it, still louder than youâd wanted to be. You bit down hard on your lip as your back arched from the bed. Every time, it was an aria performed like a concerto, Yoongi doing the work of a full orchestra suite at once. It was lethal and moving the ease with which he played you and it was somehow never the same twice. Never had anyone spent as much time with his face between your legs and it showed: he had learnt, with apparent ease, seemingly everything about what got you off: had learnt how to do it in a rush, how to take his time, how to make you squirt (a surprise more to you than him), how to edge you until you wanted to die, how to make you come and somehow keep coming. He had, on one unfortunately memorable occasion, given you a charley horse and a third orgasm simultaneously. Â
You were approaching your second now, with sweat seeping into the bedsheets, and Yoongiâs tongue laving at your clit, his fingers rocking inside you. It was suffocating with the pillow smothering you, your hot breath making it damp, your breathing thick and swampy so it made you light-headed. You couldnât have kept any quieter even if youâd be able to try; all your attention and energy fell on the mouth at the apex of your legs and the fingers inside you. An experience so in-body, it almost pushed you all the way out again, like your consciousness was hovering outside your skin, alert and alive, an electrical wire in a puddle of water. Â
You came hard and gasped for breath when you pulled the pillow from your face. Yoongi kissed his way back up to you, sticky marks all over your sweat-wet skin. He was damp, too, tiny curls of hair stuck to his forehead, the T-shirt he slept in stuck to his back. You peeled it back, ran your hands over him, were reaching for the waistband of his boxers when he pulled away. Â
âIâll wash up and then make breakfast, sound good?â he asked, climbing out of bed and reaching for trousers.Â
The words died in your mouth. You could see that he was hard, see the discomfort in the way he adjusted himself as he dressed; you wished you could see into his brain. It wasnât the first time, not even the second or third and you didnât want to have the same conversation again, with another couple in the house, with company. Knew it wouldnât get you anywhere if you did. Knew he would not fuck you nor would he give you a real reason why not. You rolled onto your side, away from the door and pulled the covers around you, despite the heat, despite the sweat. You lay and you stewed and you wondered just what exactly you were doing wrong.Â
*Â
You tried to forget about it and it had been easy until you glanced over to see Namjoon swat Suriâs backside with his book, saw her retaliate by squirting water on him from her bottle, saw him pull her down in a tumble that was entirely playful until she kissed him. You turned away because youâd already heard enough, you didnât need to see their foreplay. Â
*Â
âDid you guys buy ice-cream?â Suri asked later that evening.Â
âNo,â you answered. âDo you want some?âÂ
Suri nodded.Â
âYeah, thereâs a shop down the road; Iâll go and get some. Anyone else want any?âÂ
âIâll come, too!âÂ
Suri looked surprised, her mouth open (to put you off), then she shut it and shrugged.Â
âOk.âÂ
It was quiet, initially, just the soft rush of wind in the tops of the trees and the slight crunch of the gravel track under your feet.Â
âCan I ask you something?âÂ
The rhythm of Suriâs feet faltered and then started smoothly again. Her answer was slow to arrive.Â
âYeah, I guess.âÂ
Embarrassment was worming through you, on its way to stifle you, to choke you so the words wouldnât come out.Â
âYou and Namjoon have good sex, right?âÂ
Suri didnât just falter but stopped completely. She looked at you guardedly, suspicious. You could feel her attempting to put distance between you, even as her feet kept still.Â
âIs that... ar-, weâre trying to be quiet,â she answered eventually.Â
You laughed not because it was funny but because you were nervous.Â
âNo, itâs not about that. It's... I mean, you do, right?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
You were stuttering over your next question, not having planned this conversation, not really knowing what you wanted out of it.Â
âDonât you and Yoongi?â Suri asked, beating you to it.Â
âWe do. Kind of. Yes, but also...âÂ
Your face was flaming, hot pricks of sweat beading in your scalp at the embarrassment of this, at having to ask someone about your sex lifeâsomeone that wasnât Taehyung anywayâsomeone who definitely did not want to be having this conversation either.Â
âThe thing is,â you persevered, âhe goes down on me, like a lot. Or not a lot but sometimes, well, often, he...â Â
Your fists clenched and unclenched at your sides.Â
âHe goes down on me and then we donât have sex and I donât know what Iâm doing wrong or why he doesnât want to fuck me.âÂ
You let it out in a rush, looking somewhere over Suriâs left shoulder because you couldnât bear to look at her directly, to see her face reacting. She was quiet for a moment or two and you stewed, boiling in your self-consciousness, steaming with shame. Â
âHave you asked him?âÂ
âYes, of course! He just says he doesnât want to or âitâs okâ or that I donât have to reciprocate or that heâs fine. But I'm not fine! Iâm clearly shit at sex! And blowjobs because he doesnât want those either!âÂ
And it was the embarrassment, mostly, but you felt tears burn in your eyes, felt your bottom lip wobble and as much as you did not want to have this conversation, you certainly didnât want to cry during it.Â
âDoes Namjoon ever...â and you couldnât finish the question because you knew the answer and didnât want to hear it.Â
âNah, if heâs even the slightest bit turned on, heâs doing something about it. Well, I'm doing something about it, you know what I mean.âÂ
You cursed softly, tried to kick at the gravel in your flipflops. Â
âI just wish he would tell me what Iâm doing wrong so I can fix it.âÂ
Your embarrassment, bright enough to have burnt away now, had left you sad, miserable in fact, that you couldnât please your boyfriend and he was being too nice to tell you so. Sad because you couldnât give him what you wanted to, what he gave you. Miserable that you were failing where you wanted to succeed.Â
âDo you ask him directly at the time?âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
âI mean, look, Iâm the last person who should be giving anyone relationship advice of any kind, ok? I really donât know how to do anything but are you asking him why he doesnât want to have sex right now, or have you talked about it at a completely unsexy time? Because Namjoon is barely sapient when his dick is hard; his brain is entirely in his crotch. Â
âLiterally the only thing I have learnt over the last year is that, as horrible as it is, you have to talk about stuff, especially when you donât want to talk about it. So maybe just talk to him again but- oh, I donât know! Iâm not good at this. But if heâs not given you a proper answer, make him give you one. You should at least know what the problem is, if there even is one, right?âÂ
You thought about it. Thought about how quickly you let the subject drop, let Yoongi brush you off because you didnât really want to have the conversation at all, didnât want to know the answerâor rather you didnât want to hear Yoongi say it. Â
You nodded, thanked her quietly for her help and you walked the rest of the way to the shop in silence. You picked an ice-cream at random and a random one for Yoongi, too, then you walked back. Suri tried to make conversation with you and you were grateful for it, for her. You didnât know if she liked you, found her impossible to read, and often got the impression that sheâd rather be anywhere else, but she was making an effort and it meant something to you.Â
*Â
âCan I ask you something?â you started timidly as you settled in bed that night.Â
âYeah.âÂ
You were quiet for a moment and Yoongi frowned, trying to work out what had upset you. You had been quieter than usual all evening and he wondered if Suri had said something to you; you had come back from the shop with two melona ice-creams, which you hated. Â
âAm I bad in bed?â Â
He blanched. Didnât really understand the question because you weren't. Not in the slightest. The sex he had with you was as close to perfect as sex could be. He sometimes felt deranged in how much he wanted you, felt dirty for it even, like it somehow besmirched your honour for him to think about you when he touched himself. Like he would contaminate you with his need to have you. It often took all he had in him not to fuck you.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
Your mouth was pouty and your eyebrows drawn close. You didnât look angry for which he was grateful, but you were sad and frustrated for which he was not.Â
âYou go down on me all the time and then we donât have sex after! You donât let me reciprocate! I canât do it better if you donât tell me what Iâm doing wrong in the first place!âÂ
It was like static was fuzzing up his brain. He knew the words but couldnât understand them coming out of your mouth. He had thought he was doing the right thing. Giving not taking. Or taking only sometimes, but keeping the balance firmly tipped towards you. You always offered because of course you did: you were wonderful and kind and, for reasons he could rarely fathom, you cared about him. Â
âYoongi!âÂ
In a tone he almost never heard, genuinely annoyed, if also pleading and anxious. Â
He blinked, tried to find an answer.Â
âI donât know what you mean.âÂ
âOf course you do! It happened this morning! It happens at least half the time! I donât understand why you donât want it.âÂ
And his heart was suddenly hammering because he could see that he had got it wrong but he wasnât quite sure how. Colour drained from his face because you were upset, really, genuinely upset and it was his fault and if he could have squashed himself like a bug under his own shoe, he would have. Â
He tried to see what he had not seen, what he had missed, what maybe he had ignored. Could only see instead the times before, with other partners, when heâd try to initiate and be rebuffed, when he never asked for anything because he knew he wouldnât get it anyway and, besides, it was ugly to ask, to want, to demand for something someone else didnât want to give. He had spent so much time and effort learning his partnersâ bodies, trying to make up for everything he lacked. He knew he was good at it. Knew it, was sure of it. Wasnât he? Was it not enough? Was he still missing something?Â
âI do,â he said, voice hushed as though it hurt to say. âI do want it.âÂ
âThen why do you always brush me off?âÂ
He felt stripped like old paint. Had to look at you, though the embarrassment was excruciating.Â
âI didnât think you really wanted it.âÂ
And it sounded stupid when he said it out loud, really stupid, but it was the truth.Â
âWhat?!âÂ
You really needed to hear him say it again. That he didnât think you wanted it, even though you had explicitly asked. Even though you had sometimes tried, feebly, to insist. Â
âI...âÂ
But he didnât say it again, looked as though he couldnât. Looked as desperate as you felt. Â
âWhy do you think I would ask, I would offer, if I didnât want to actually do it?âÂ
âBecause you give. Youâre... Youâre nice to me.âÂ
âOh, fuck.âÂ
And you took a deep breath, tried to blink away the tears, sent them rolling down your cheeks instead. Â
âYoongi, what the fuck?âÂ
You saw him move, inch away just slightly, and you remembered who you were dealing with. Because he was Yoongi, your Yoongi, and he was warm and soft and sweet and funny and smart and you loved him so much that you forgot sometimes he still hated himself. Saw his denial now not of you but of his own desires. Remembered how long he had spent silently loving you without asking you to so much as hear a confession. Remembered how close you had both come to absolutely nothing at all, his disbelief overpowering his belief and his heart and his hope. Â
You could see it from his side. See what he was trying to do, even if it was madness. Even if it was wrong. You could feel him retreat even now, tucking himself back inside his tortoise shell. Â
âIâm so-âÂ
You didnât let him finish, would not let him apologise. You kissed him, tasted the salt of your own tears between you, leant into him, let your arms wrap around him and pressed your lips to his, to his cheek, to his hairline, to his jaw.Â
âYoongi, I love you.âÂ
âI know,â he replied, but you werenât sure if he really did.Â
âIâm glad you think I'm such a nice person and everything, but I promise, Iâm not offering out of the goodness of my heart. Iâm asking because I actually want to. Like, really want to. Like, really enjoy myself and want you to enjoy yourself and want us to both enjoy ourselves together, yâknow?âÂ
He nodded, couldnât quite hold your gaze. Â
âIâm serious. You need to know that I want to fuck you, ok?âÂ
And you laughed, though you were trying not to, even if it did feel a little ridiculous, having to convince your boyfriend that you wanted to have sex.Â
He nodded again.Â
âYou promise Iâm not a bad lay?âÂ
And you watched his face flick through shock and outrage and a kind of disbelief that become laughter. Â
âYou are not a bad lay, I promise.âÂ
âAnd what about blowjobs?â Â
âAlso good.â Â
âYou promise?âÂ
And you sat yourself in his lap, legs straddling his hips, sinking yourself low, pressing against him.Â
âI promise.âÂ
âWhat if I say you have to prove it?âÂ
His head cocked to the side, playful, squinting at you, and you didnât think that it was over, that he was suddenly convinced now, but with the burden of Being Terrible at Sex lifted off you, you felt not only lighter, but the deep, heavy, familiar drag of desire raise its head.Â
âProve it?âÂ
You shifted your hips again, deniably but definitely, and put your lips to his ear.Â
âProve that you like it when I suck your cock.âÂ
His hands gripped you tightly; you felt the bob in his throat when he swallowed as you pressed kisses down his neck and a stirring in his boxers that you sank even lower to press yourself against.Â
âIâll prove it if you prove that you like it when I fuck you.âÂ
âDeal.âÂ
*Â
You were late up that next morning and Namjoon greeted you both from the back porch.Â
âHey, a little request: could you maybe be louder when you fuck? Suri and I are actually sleeping a little too well.âÂ
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"I THINK I'M GOING TO DIE"
Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen
WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly relationship, child birth, (smut: lactation kink, cock warming) fluff, family drama.
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"The pain will be over soon my love, the babe should be here soon," Rhaenyra said, trying to bring her some comfort. She herself had recently given birth to another son, named Viserys.
Daemon stood beside her, he had refused to leave her side.
Daenys huffed and looked at her husband loathingly, "I fucking hate you!"
"What?" Daemon asked, rather hurt than confused.
"Relax, Daemon" Rhaenyra said as she pushes back Daenys damp hair and kissed her forehead, "She's giving birth, stop pouting"
'No, NO!" Daenys shouted this time, her eyes holding fire, resembling a furious dragon. "I'm speaking clearly," she groans in pain," This is all your fault..you and your stupid big cock"
Daenys breathing grows heavy and shakes her head," I fucking hate this! How the hell did mother do this? And Aemma and my beloved Laena?" She said then turned to Rhaenyra," How did you do this?" She babled.
"Princess you must push." the Midwife coaxed but squeaked when Daenys screamed at her face, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"I think I'm going to die," Daenys whined.
Daemon never knew fear until now. He did not want to lose his wife and Rhaenyra shared the same sentiment.
Rhaenyra cupped her face tenderly, "Just a bit more pain for a lifetime of happiness...now fucking push! You're Daenys Targaryen, a dragon and a warrior, so be one!"
Daenys let out a huff of frustration and screamed, ignoring the pain and the voices all around her as she pushed once more and the sounds of a babe, crying, made her fall back in her husband's arms.
"Oh praised the mother!" The mid-wife said, "A boy you have, Princess!"
"A boy?" Daenys couldn't contain her smile, A mini Daemon she thought.
The boy was cleaned and wrapped in a blanket. Daenys held her son close in a possessive manner and fell in love with the baby in her arms. He was absolutely perfect and looked just like her, but with Daemon's lips.
'Aegor," Daenys announced, sporting a wide grin at Daemon who now held Aegor Targaryen in his arms.
Suddenly Daenys felt another cramp, and shouts in pain.
Rhaenyra stood up from her spot and looked at the Maester in worry. The midwife looked underneath Daenys dress and gasped making the two look at her.
"What is it, woman? Spit it out!" Rhaenyra shouted, fear overtaking her face, "Another babe, Princess." the timid midwife squeaked out in fear.
"Another?" Daenys looked horrified, "I can't do this," she cried.
"Yes, you can, my love," Daemon grabbed her hand tight, "Breathe"
Holding Daemon hand tightly and pushing once again. She had finally delivered another babe. Daemon and Rhaenyra held a mixture of pride and happiness.
"A girl!" The mid-wife announced.
Rhaenyra held the babe with happy tears streaming down her face, a little girl in their family. Daenys wore a tired yet beaming smile.
"What will you name her?" Rhaenyra asked her.
"Viseria Targaryen, my warrior princess," Daenys announced proudly.
"My little princess" Daemon whispered, cooing at the baby.
Moments later, Daenys laid on the bed fully exhausted. Once the sheets were replaced, the maidens helped her wear a clean dress. She then started breastfeeding her children.
Daemon and Rhaenyra sat next to her on the bed simply taking in the scene between the mother of their children. Daemon was proud of his wife's strength. She did it, she overcomed her fear.
Rhaenyra's eyes filled with nothing but admiration and love for her wife. She felt content and happy seeing that she had everything she ever wanted.
Daenys couldn't believe that she was a mother now. Two little healthy identical Targaryens.
Now, ever since Daenys gave birth to the Twins, her partners- especially Daemon was practically ravenous for her. The slight chubbiness on her stomach, the softness of her thighs, and her round hips... the swollen breast, oozing with milk.
Daenys sighed angrily as milk leaked through her dress.
"What is it, love?" Daemon asked, already knowing the problem.
"Your children seem to be on a hunger strike," Daenys complained, "My dress is ruined," she pouts, stripping her dress off.
"Fuck," Daemon mumbled, seeing her naked form. The two times larger swollen, leaking breasts making him hard, "Let me see it, love" he said.
"See what, Daemon? " Daenys cocked her head at him while he bit his lip, his eyes trained on her perfectly swollen breast.
Daenys already knew what he was thinking.
"Just let me..." He lifted her in his arms. Daenys wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried he over to the bed where he sat up, while she straddled on him, his hands over her tender breasts. "Does it hurt?"
Daenys nodded in response.
"Let me take care of you, then," Daemon whispered, as he pulled her body closer, his head dipping down to take her pink nipple in his mouth.
He held her close to him, suckling and moaning at the gentle stream of milk that filled his mouth, nothing in the world was sweeter than this.
Daenys carded her fingers through his hair while he nursed from her, his cock growing harder beneath his clothes.
Daenys moaned as her naked buttom grinds his clothed boner, her clit soaking wet.
"Keep my cock warm, will you?" Daemon groaned. Wasting no time he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.
"Keeping you warm is how I knocked up pregnant, Daemon" Daenys playfully rolled her eyes. She gasped when he lined up with her entrance. He rubbed the tip of his cock through her folds, before pushing in and holding her in place, as he gave her other nipple attention.
Daemon could feel his cock throb, wrapped around his wife's warmth, nursing from his babysister, he was sure he'd be able to cum without even moving.
Daemon couldn't stop suckling from her breast.
"Daemon.." she moaned. Her breast were too tender and sensitive now.
"Just a litle more?" He peeked up at her, almost whining when she clenched around him, nodding.
"Just a little more, only for you, my love," Daenys said, as she nursed his desires.
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Five years have passed since Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Daenys married in the ways of Old Valyria. And during the times spent on Dragonstone, their family continued to grow- Aegon l and Viserys ll (Daemon and Rhaenyra's sons) and Aegor and Viseria (Daemon and Daenys's son and daughter). Rhaenyra was expecting another child. This time she hoped for a daughter.
"How is our little Visenya?" Daenys inquired, affectionately placing her hand on Rhaenyra's growing stomach.
"Restless," Rhaenyra smiled.
"Just like her mother, I see," Daenys teased her, then pulled her into a passionate kiss.
Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey has already accepted the dynamic well. They consider Daenys as their second mother and her children has their own siblings. In return, Rhaenyra also looked after Daenys children like her own.
Baela and Rhaena, tho remained with their grandparents, exchange letters often with Daenys. The girls were delighted upon hearing the news of the birth of another Targaryen girl. They couldn't wait to meet the Prince and the Princess.
"Where are going all dressed up?" Rhaenyra asked, eyeing her training gears.
"The courtyard, come join me," she smiled.
Rhaenyra watched Lucerys and Jacaerys train in the courtyard, while Daenys held her own sword out training with one of the guards on Dragonstone.
The boys watched their god mother give a powerful kick to her opponent sending him flying backwards and onto the ground.
Another tried to approach and strike - only for Daenys to dodge and the two exchanged blows with swords.
Eventually, it wasn't until the man let out a cry when her sword jabbed his shoulder which had been too late to block the attack, and fell to his knees.
The boys watched with open mouths of disbelief.
Rhaenyra huffed but smirked in pride, "Show off," she muttered.
"Well, she have learned from the best." Daemon who had been watching for a while smiled proudly at his wife.
Daenys smirked, handing the sword off to the nearest person, "I was just warming up." She grabbed Lucaerys and ruffled his hair playfully earning a cry from the boy.
Jacaerys laughed, before getting the same treatment from his mother, "Mother! Not my hair," he complained.
Rhaenyra proudly smiled at her son, she was utterly in love with all of her children, "Come on, let Daenys and Daemon continued their practice," she told the boys, "It's time for your High Valyrian lessons,"
đ„
A scroll was sent in the name of Rhaenyra.
Daenys and Daemon walked inside the hall, all cleaned up and fresh.
"Leave us," Rhaenyra tells her children.
"Joffrey, come." Jacaerys ushered Joffrey to follow. The maid got up as well and assisted Joffrey by picking up his book. Lucaerys also had picked up his books and scrolls.
The Maester followed and soon the doors closed, leaving the three together.
Rhaenyra took the small scroll from Daemon's hand and read it to herself. Daenys already knew what was inside the scroll, "What is it?"
"He means to call into question Luke's legitimacy. And by extension Jace, and by extension my claim to the throne." Rhaenyra uttered in distress.
"Vaemond cares only about Driftmark,' Daenys said with frustration, her striking purple eyes looking up at her love, "Can't believe Viserys thought of marrying me off to him,"
"He only cares about Velaryon line,"' Daemon said.
"Hm, this is what I fear. Rhaenys has flown to court. Surely, she cannot be planning to back him." Rhaenyra stated.
"We may share disagreements but Rhaenys isn't cruel," Daenys said, thinking about her cousin.
"Disagreements? She believes we had her son killed so we might marry." Rhaenyra retorted earning a look from Daenys.
This wasn't the first time Daenys heard this rumor and she even asked Rhaenyra and Daemon to come clean. But they swore that they had nothing to do with it.
'Yes ...and yet, she's taken the girls to the ward," Daenys said.
"In honor of Laena's memory. She has no love for either of us." Rhaenyra said.
Daemon gave Rhaenyra a look while glancing at Daenys," She still holds love for our precious Daenys," he cups her face and lets out a slight chuckle.
Daenys knew that he wasn't happy at all. Their brother has been surrounded by Hightower in the past five years.
"Has the vipers' venom spread so far?" Daemon said.
"Those vipers rule in my father's name. And my father..." Rhaenyra's voice held some edge in it. "What choice do we have?"
Daemon peered down at her belly and placed a gentle hand.He looked up at his wives, "To Kings Landing then,"
"A family reunion, just what we needed," Daenys said sarcastically.
A/N:
Well we all know Daemon's got Mommy issues!
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thinking about how in spelling bee both mitch n rona play extra parts within the spellersâ imaginary vignettes but panch never does. having him be the only adult who doesnât engage with the spellers on a personal level is a really nice subtle indicator of just how mentally detached he is from the bee + subsequently its overarching theme of the necessity of carrying childhood hope on into adulthood
#he turns it around a little bit in the final scene yes but that is explicitly After the bee#SAD.#also just mitch is very near n dear to my heart#like heâs had it possibly the worst of anyone there n heâs still so so caring even if heâs a bit misguided at points#I love you mitch mahoney âŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïž#sanders bullshit#musical theatre#the 25th annual putnam county spelling bee#25apcsb#vice principal douglas panch I hate yuo đ
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âOH GOD! ITâS WALKING?!â
â babyâs first steps with gojo, nanami, geto, and sukuna (f!reader)
GOJO SATORU:
your daughter simply adores her father, and she is almost as energetic as him. you recall multiple times when he would pick her up smiling, and she would hold his face giggling and smiling just as much.
itâs such a cute scene, and you have at least 6 similar photos.
so yeah, it doesnât surprise you that she keeps looking at the door, waiting for him to come back from his mission.
youâre both sitting on the ground, a little distance from the door. you lightly tickle her, âyou wanna see dada?â
she looks up to you then looks to the door and murmurs, âdada.â
âhe will be here soon; I promise,â you press a kiss to her cheek, and she squeals. soon, the door clicks and it slowly opens to reveal your dear husband whoâs holding what you think are bags of sweets, toys, and souvenirs.
âthe worldâs best dad and husband is here!â he announces brightly. quickly, you get your phone out to record yet another cute moment between your daughter and your husband.
however, neither you nor your husband expected your little girl to stand up excitedly and try to waddle her way to her dad.
âdada! dada!â she says as she hurriedly stumbles and waddles her way to him.
satoru kneels down on the ground, opening his arms widely as he grins, âyes, dada! come to dada, baby!â
successfully, the girl stumbles into satoruâs arms and giggles as he peppers her face with kisses.
he looks up to you with a pout, shifting d/n into one arm, âexcuse me, but I would like my two favorite girls to be in my arms, right now!â
you chuckle and settle into his embrace and he presses a kiss to the top of her head and your own.
d/n gives him a kissâmore like simply put her mouth on his cheekâand nuzzles into his chest. satoru grins before looking at you, âshe is so cute!â
you quip with a big smile, âI got that on video!â
âyou and your gorgeous mind,â he hums as he kisses your cheek.
NANAMI KENTO:
âkento, youâre going to grow grey hair early like this.â
honestly, you canât blame him for worrying like this. you were finally going on vacation, so your husband wanted everything to be organized.
the last thing he needs is a headache after he finally got rid of the walking one (read: gojo).
he sits down, sighing, âI know; I just donât want anything to go wrong.â
you chuckle, and settle down beside him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, âdonât worry,â you say, âwe checked everything over a million times. nothing will go wrong.â
nanami smiles tiredly before pulling you into a gentle kiss, âwell, I guess youâre right,â he looks around for a moment, âwhere is d/n?â
âshe is playing with her toys on the mat; why?â
âshe is not on the mat.â
âshe is not on the what?!â you yell, bolting out of your seat and frantically searching for her, âd/n, honey, where are you?!â
ây/n, calm down!â your husband tries to comfort you, âshe is still in the house, so donât stress about it; we will find her.â
as if on cue, a giggle and a coo are heard behind nanami. he turns to find the culprit, his 10 months old girl grinning. she squeals and tries to walk towards him, hands eagerly reaching out for him.
she is stumbling a bit, and her steps are clumsy, and nanami couldnât have been prouder.
he smiles fondly, âgood girl, d/n,â he opens his arms, encouraging, âyou can do it.â
she flails her arms as she giggles, âda-dada!â
d/n finally reaches his leg and holds onto it for dear life. she starts swaying as she looks up at him, âdada!â he bends down to kiss the top of her head.
she hums happily, before waddling towards you, worried, âmama?â
you breathe a sigh of relief and hold her in your arms, âyou got me worried, baby,â you stroke her hair and she nuzzles into your embrace, little hands gripping your shirt tightly.
nanami lets out a chuckle as he watches your daughter starts to fall asleep in your arms.
he moves to hug you two, and hums with content, âand you say that I am the worrywart.â
GETO SUGURU:
ây/n, what makes you so sure that they will start walking soon?â your husband says as he watches his two little girls play in the garden.
he already had nanako and mimiko, but god chose to grace him with his own pair of twins.
he couldnât be happier, especially with way the twins both care for each other and beam whenever they see him.
he also adores seeing them play with you; it brings a type of serenity to his heart.
you chuckle, âcall it a motherâs instincts.â
suguru rolls his eyes and pulls you by the waist, âyou showing off, pretty?â
ânope! just asserting dominance.â
with a roll of his eyes, he gives you a peck on the nose. the both of you then settle down on the grass as well, quietly watching the girls try to chaseâwait what chase?
suguru and you lock eyes, and he quickly scrambles to get the camera. meanwhile, youâre trying to encourage the girls to continue their walking, âwhoâs winning, girls?â
each one of the stumbling babies yells out aâsupposedlyââme!â. theyâre both squealing as they walk around.
soon enough, suguru makes an appearance and starts recording, âI am gonna get you!â
the girls squeal and try their best to run away from the big bad monster.
the very cute thing that even has suguru pausing in his chase is that when one of them falls, the other waits for her or tries to help her up.
of course, the latter mostly results in both of them falling on their small little bums. luckily, they clumsily stand up instead of crying their eyes out.
they get tired eventually though, so they waddle their way to you. both of them sit beside you and rest their heads on your lap.
suguru stands in front of you, hands on his hips, âyou leaving me out of this group cuddle?â
your twins perk up and turn their heads to peak at him and they giggle when he pouts. still, they open their little arms for their dad to join the family hug, âdada! hug!â
RYOMEN SUKUNA:
your husband is not exactly the most enthusiastic father.
he wasnât that affected by your sonâs first word being dada, and a lot of things that you canât be bothered to think about.
so yeah, youâre left with the role to be the encouraging parent, and to hype your son whenever he accomplishes something.
so obviously, your son adores you more than he does his father. however, there is no denying that sukunaâs genes are indeed strong.
despite the kidâs beaming smile, he could be choking a snake. it actually reminds you of that one hercules scene.
your son also has a quicker development than most kids, but it doesnât lessen the excitement when he finally took his first steps.
you held onto sukunaâs arms, pointing at your boy, âsukuna, look, he is walking!â
âso?â
you pause then look at your husband, âwhat do you mean âsoâ?â you grin, âtheyâre his first steps, you silly goose!â
sukuna frowns, âI am not a silly goose,â he then rolls his eyes, âhe was going to start walking sooner or later anyway, woman.â
you huff, âyouâre no fun.â
however, you donât get to dwell on it for much longer as you hear the scream of one of the servants. you and your husband are looking towards them, andâsuffice to sayâitâs a memorable scene.
your son, who just started walking, is somehow holding a wooden pickaxe and waddling his way behind the servant.
he is grinning and squealing too like he isnât about to beat up an innocent person (it reminds you of something or rather someone).
the servant is surprisingly terrified form the kid as she screams, âmy lady, please save me!â
you have no idea how a grown woman is terrified of a one year old, but you will give her the benefit of the doubt that he is, after all, the son of the king of curses.
you sigh with a chuckle and walk towards them, âon my way.â
the kid squeals, waddling quicker after the servant whoâs about to shit her pants.
meanwhile, sukuna is smirking proudly as he watches his son, ânow, thatâs my kid.â
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Baby beesâ first Halloween
Male!Bee Hybrids x Fem!Reader
Bunniâs Monstertober Event
Oct 10th
Oct9
Oct11
summary: when your baby bees want to experience the Halloween traditions of the human world, you do everything in your power to make the night special for them.
warning: mostly fluff, short sex scene at the end, breeding, oviposition, more than two p in one v
Although honey and sweet things were things all bee hybrids were experts on, not a single one of them was aware of the Halloween holiday.
That was, until one of your baby bees looked up from your lap at the movie you were watching. In it, the characters were talking about Halloween as they walked home from school.
The baby beeâs eyes lit up, and he held onto your shirt with his tiny fists as he watched the movie with you. His siblings were already fast asleep in cuddle piles all along the bed and floor, so he took the opportunity to get some extra cuddle time with his precious mama!
The next day, you woke up to your sons buzzing around, their clumsy bodies pumping into walls and each other as they babbled and squealed with delight.
âReally?â
âA special day where you get candy?â
âA-and you get to dress up!â
âMama!â
Their attention turned to you the second they noticed you were awake. You were tackled by your sons, the sound of buzzing, purring, and multiple voices trying to speak at once filled the room.
âMama, hungry!â
âI wanna trick or treat!â
âMama, mama!â
You laughed, holding them close to you. âShh, shh⊠one at a time.â
As you began to feed your little ones, they told you their plans.
âWeâre gonna trick or treat!â
You blinked, patting the back of one of your little ones after he was done feeding. âTruck or treating? And where do you plan on doing that, boys? You know little ones arenât allowed to leave the hive.â
Whines and huffs could be heard as they all poured and stomped their little feet. âI wanna eat candy!â
âCostumes sound fun!â
âMama, please!â
So like any other mother would, you decided that youâd need to plan something for your little ones to do for Halloween.
The week leading up to that special day was busy. Decorations were being put up, lights hung, and candy delivered. Before long the entire hive was buzzing with excitement for the special day!
âMy queen, weâve prepared the costumes.â
You glance at one of the worker bees as he brought in a rack of custom made costumes for your little ones. So far, you had only birthed 3 batches of baby bees, so you currently only had 15 of your own children in the hive.
âGood. Have the children try them on and make sure theyâre to their liking.â
You sighed softly, sitting next to the bed of one of the young bees that had recently been taken into the hive. He was just a baby, but so sickly and small. It hurt your heart to know other hives didnât care as much as you did.
âMamaâŠâ
His little voice made your heart clench in your chest. You werenât his mother, but you reached out and held his tiny hand regardless. âYes, sweetheart?â
âI wanna⊠dress up tooâŠâ
So another costume was ordered, the little one requested to dress up as a flower.
When the time finally came for Halloween, you were awoken by a swarm of your little ones all jumping onto your bed and squealing with delight.
âMama!â
âHalloween, itâs Halloween!â
âCandy!â
You groaned a bit, sitting up and rubbing your tired eyes. âI told you, my little love bugs, we canât trick or treat until later tonight.â
They were restless through the day, but thankfully you anticipated this and had a small fall fest planned. They all played with hay, bobbed for apples, and got their faces painted by the talented artists of the hive.
âIâve never seen a baby bee so happy before, my queen,â one of your attendants purred into your ear, nibbling on your neck. âYou are certainly the most attentive, amazing-â
When his hand dipped between your thighs, you gave his arm a playful smack. âTsk, tsk⊠itâs their night, you arenât getting any until all my little ones are asleep.â
You attendants all pouted, determined to cling and whine to you about how needy they were. For the most part you didnât mind, but they were such jealous things!
Settling down with your little ones, you let them nap as you chatted with the worker bees. It wa stole for them to get in place for trick or treating.
When your little ones began to wake, you helped the sleepy baby bees get their costumes on before walking with them through the hive.
Every work station had been converted into a mini house, and the baby bees squealed with delight as they ran and flew to knock on the doors and receive their special treats.
You giggled, watching them bump into each other and toddle around, eating candy and buzzing well into the night.
After going to every house, they were exhausted, toddling after you as you got them all back to bed.
âWas Halloween fun?â you asked in a soft voice, tucking them in.
âYeahâŠâ
âMmm⊠mamaâŠâ
âFunâŠâ
Once they were all asleep, you were guided out of the nursery and to your bedroom. YOURE attendants were pouting, a line of bee hybrids waiting outside for their reward.
âWe all worked very hardâŠâ one of them murmured while kissing your fat thighs and tummy. Your panties were already gone, your bee hybrid lovers much too eager to keep them on for long.
Being stuffed with one cock then two, feeling your belly stretch and expand as egg after egg was pushed inside of your womb.
You had promised them all some loving in return for working so hard for your little ones, and they were all so desperate for a turn that they were jumping your leg and pushing more than one cock into your fat cunt.
It was a long night full of cum, love making, and lots of eggs. But by the end of it, they were all satisfied and purring as they curled up with you in a cuddle pile.
Babies and adults were similar in that way. Just like the babies loved to spend time with their mother, the adults yearned to be in the presence of their queen.
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Cuffing Szn â„ïž
Max Verstappen x MidSize!Reader
it's cuffing season and all the girls are leaving to get a big boy (I need a big boy, give me a big boy)
As Max Verstappen's new girlfriend, you're one of the few WAGs on the grid who isn't a model and the only one, you think self consciously, who doesn't look like a model either. Good thing your big, strong boyfriend is here to set the record straight about how much he disagrees with you.
Content includes: 18+ MDNI, trigger warning: explicit discussion about eating disorder and body dysmorphia, dom!max, sub!reader, size kink, this is just a shameless excuse for me to write smut about max's thighs, 3.3k WC
When you'd delivered one of your favourite patient's 3rd baby, handing over the healthy, crying pale blob (after thoroughly wiping it down because, you know) with a congratulations, Victoria, its a boy! you hadn't expected to catch the eye of the patient's very attractive, tall older brother at her side.
But as you walked off down the hallway once the baby checks were done, you were surprised to find Max stopping you with a large but gentle hand on your shoulder. You'd seen him a couple of times in Victoria's pregnancy, accompanying her and her husband at the ultrasound checks leading upto the delivery. You'd secretly thought he was so adorable with the way he handled his nieces and nephews patiently while his sister got scanned.
You'd also thought he looked positively delectable in his white linen shirt that highlighted his broad shoulders, and skinny jeans that clung to some of the thickest thighs you'd seen a man be blessed with. But making bedroom eyes at patient's hot family members was generally frowned upon (although not explicitly prohibited in the Hippocratic Oath, one could argue) so you promptly forgot about the handsome blonde 5 minutes later when the emergency bell went off.
But he stood before you that day, looking every bit as attractive as you remembered, even more so with a pink dusting on his cheeks as he asked if this was the last time you'd be looking after Victoria?
You tilted your head quizzically at him, your neck a little strained from looking up at his 6 foot frame from your 5"1 one. Yes it is, you informed him, and because new families often got anxious, you sweetly added that it was a good thing, to not see you again, because it meant darling Victoria and her baby are both healthy.
He confuses you again by saying that he was hoping to see you again. Oh! You smile excitedly, are you and your wife expecting? You pull out your clinic card and tell him that you're actually all booked out for the year but you'll make an exception for Victoria's brother.
His blush deepens. (Somewhere in a hospital broom cupboard, Lando Norris was filming this scene unfold and cackling.) Max rapidly explained that he's not expecting. Oh, and he's not married. And also he doesn't have a girlfriend. Basically, I'm single - he finally stammers out. (Rizzless and bitchless, Lando texts him). Thankfully, at this point you had caught on that Max was trying to ask you out, and after a quick phone call to the legal team to confirm you were clear, you turn back around to inform him cheekily that he could pick you up at 8pm Friday night for dinner. (Wait, this actually worked? a flabbergasted Lando now texts.) The emergency pager then goes off so you gently tug on Max's shirt to hint that you want him to bring his face down, give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek, and sprint off to Ward 6.
The dinner goes perfectly, with Max's charm returning in full force after a G&T - Sorry about earlier, schat, you're such a gorgeous woman and a very smart doctor, it makes me nervous - leading to a 2nd date and then a 3rd and then to a weekend trip in a romantic Nice winery, where you can't resist jumping into his muscly arms after a glass of wine and demanding he have his way with you. (He does. Very thoroughly. Multiple times that night, and the morning after. Thinking about it still has you blushing.)
6 months later, you two are officially going out and you're making your first appearance as his girlfriend at the races. You had carefully dressed in a classy Mirror Palais dress, complete with matching heels to save your poor boyfriend having to bend down too much. You'd also become rather turned on at seeing your normally soft, gentle cat dad of a boyfriend turn into an absolute menace once the Redbull suit is zipped up, terrorising his way all the way to P1 and living up to his nickname of the Dutch lion. As his assistant guides you to the podium ceremony, you're stopped by various fans who compliment your outfit and ask for pictures. The media attention is very new to you, as Max had been very insistent on protecting your privacy as you two established yourselves as a couple. But everyone had been so nice today - until you started noticing the dirty looks thrown your way, glaring up and down your form. And then, a couple of snide comments from passing fans about how you were very confident to wear such a body hugging dress, especially with your curvy figure.
You roll your eyes at their clearly jealous tones, and walk over to the podium ceremony to greet your boyfriend. He breaks into an adorable grin when he sees you, his whole face lighting up as he easily scoops you up for a deep kiss. The cameras around you two go crazy, but don't pick up his whispers when he sets you down and leans in, telling you that you looked so pretty today, schat, he'd been staring at you so much GP had to tell him to focus, and how was your first race? nobody gave you a hard time, did they? You don't miss the way his eyes are attentively focused on your face, clearly still worried about the damage he had warned you about before you agreed to go public.
You aren't going to spoil his win over a couple of snide comments. Not at all, baby you reassure, before whispering back that he looked really hot in his tight fireproofs, could he pretty please bring them home later when you give him his reward for such a good performance on the track? The tip of Max's ears go pink as he struggles to maintain a straight face for the cameras. Giggling, you press a kiss to his cheek and murmur you'll see him after his interviews.
Later though, when Max is in his interview across the paddock and you're being introduced to the other WAGs, you can't help but notice how different they all look in their body hugging dresses compared to you. Although you wouldn't be called fat, you aren't slim either, and you're nowhere near the tiny, trim figures the other girls maintain. Once the seed of insecurity is planted, it's very hard to stop it growing out of control - and at each race or public event or launch party you attend at Max's side, you start to pick apart more and more insecurities about yourself. How you're so much shorter than the numerous models on the grid, making you feel childish and round compared to their lithe gracefulness. How their delicate collarbones and ribs can clearly be seen at all times, but yours only if you twisted your neck a certain way. And they're all so lovely, chatting eagerly with you and interested to hear about your work, asking if you'd take so-and-so on as a patient, you had a great reputation already even though you were a new doctor in Monaco! The conversations distract you from your worries for a bit.
But afterwards, when you'd be laughing at cat memes online and sending them to your boyfriend, you'd come across the paparazzi pics of you speaking to the WAGs and felt sick to your stomach at how huge you thought you looked compared to everyone else, clearly standing out as the plainest one amongst their flawless faces. Some of the comments agreed, saying that it was just sad that the best driver on the grid had the ugliest girlfriend, and couldn't Max buy his gf some ozempic with all his tax evasion money? Comments that would have made you laugh at the originality now suddenly had you sobbing, and you're glad you hadn't stayed at Max's tonight and had to explain the state you were in.
When you'd been younger, in college, you'd started struggling with managing your stress levels given you were a perfectionist working towards a very difficult medical degree. Having always been a stress eater, you frequently binged on junk food, and obviously ended up gaining quite a bit of weight. Your family and ex boyfriend had ridiculed you endlessly, and so the year after you had to work hard and lose it all, which you had managed to do. You'd mentioned this to Max in passing, a couple months into dating when he'd spotted an old college picture of you and muttered so fucking cute, pocketing it.
You didn't tell Max about how you'd lost the weight though - with a vicious binging and purging cycle for the better chunk of a year. You'd grown out of that "phase" once you'd left college, or so you thought - because it was almost too easy to slip back into it now, to enjoy the sick pleasure at barely eating all day and seeing the weight drop on the scale, then bingeing on whatever you wanted because it didn't count, you'd throw it up anyways. You had to be very careful with it this time round, because your boyfriend's attentive gaze had been fixed on you even more so than usual - noting how you've been wearing higher heels, how your dresses are still as gorgeous as ever but never body hugging anymore, how you spend hours before a race now perfecting your makeup instead of joining him in the garage and don't spend the nights at his anymore. You weasel your way out of his questions when he asks you repeatedly if everything was okay, schat?
But you weren't able to fool him any longer after attending a charity gala for one of his sponsors. You'd actually been happy with your appearance for once, pleased with your slimmer waist this month, but as the night went on you started to feel the fatigue of starving yourself catching up, leaning more and more into Max's side as he glanced at you with concern. Rubbing your back soothingly, he asked if you wanted to leave early, but you shook your head, murmuring you were okay, your feet just hurt a little is all. He frowned then, hating to see you in pain just to be dressed up for some stupid event he couldn't care less about. Bringing you to the empty lobby, he told you he was going to grab your coats and have the car brought round, end of discussion, you need to rest, okay liefje? You didn't have it in you to protest any longer so just nodded. You hadn't realised just how much you'd been leaning on him until he left, and as stars started entering your vision, Max returned just in time to catch you before you stumbled.
You felt him firmly grab your waist, fully supporting your weight as he led you out to the car, lowering you gently into the seat and even buckling you in. You started feeling a bit better inside his Aston Martin with the aircon on, nibbling on a high protein low calorie bar you'd stashed in your clutch. Regaining your alertness, you notice the tense atmosphere, with a stormy expression on Max's face as he drove rather furiously through the Monaco streets, his hand not even resting on your thigh like it usually did but gripping the wheel tightly. Maxie - you begin uncertainly, hoping to diffuse the tension and ask why he was upset, but he cuts you off with a terse Don't. Let's wait till we're home.
So you wait, until you're both walking in through the front door. Max rips off his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves, but he still doesn't talk and instead heads to the kitchen. You follow him, sitting on a barstool to admire how he still looked so handsome in the fitted sky blue shirt and tight navy pants, even when he was clearly mad. As Max starts cooking, his back to you, he tells you about how growing up his sister Victoria had to go to therapy for a long time because she wouldn't stop throwing up every time she ate because their father told her she was too fat (despite looking like a buffalo himself, Max snorts as he sets down a simple but delicious plate of chicken pesto pasta with salad in front of you), about how Max has seen countless girlfriends on the paddock purposely avoid eating all day, including his already stick thin model exes, and how Max himself would be called fat every month or the other by some trashy gossip magazine, because the media is just fucking toxic, he hisses. This is why I wanted to keep us hidden away from the cameras. He glances pointedly at your plate, where you've eaten the salad and chicken and not touched your pasta. You sigh and pick up your fork, slowly working your way through the food as you tell him that you suppose your diet had somewhat...spiralled out of control, but honestly, Max, I'm completely fine, and you two can't avoid the cameras forever given how he's the frickin F1 winner at all-
Don't tell me that you're fine. Do you really think I don't know what's going on? Max demands tersely with crossed arms. Finally finished with your meal, you hop off the stool to neatly place your plate in the sink, ignoring his question. Standing behind you, he watches you wash the dishes, still not even reaching his chin, even in those damn 6 inch heels you're still wearing. You do respond when he asks you just why you're putting your body through such torture.
C'mon, Max you say with an eyeroll, You know why, I need to lose some weight, I'm so much heavier compared to all the other girls and all your exes, and you deserve to have a girlfriend who looks-
Don't tell me what I do or don't deserve, schat. I always want the best and that's why I picked you. You're really gonna question the choice of a world champion, hmm? Max's deep voice is now right by your ears as he leans down behind you. You feel a shiver run up the back on your spine as he curls his huge arms possessively around your waist and thighs. He continues his whispers, his hands roaming up to your plush tits and another squeezing your ass, telling you You're so goddamn pretty. Every single part of you, just for me, making you bite your lip and breathily moan from his affections - it'd been a while since he'd had his way with you with all your avoidance, after all.
You feel him slowly unzip your dress, and the silk easily falls to the ground, leaving you only in your stiletto heels and a deep red lingerie set heâd gifted you for your 3 month anniversary. You tense, already feeling self conscious, but before you can say anything Max has wrapped a large hand around your waist and easily flipped you around to sit on the kitchen counter. You gasp from the action, hands automatically going to rest on his broad shoulders as your face comes level with his.
I havenât made it clear just how lucky I am to have such a beautiful girl all to myself, schat, Max says huskily, before pulling away to unbutton his shirt, his blue eyes darkening as they roam over your pretty tits spilling over in the lacey bra, over your cute plush tummy, and over those deliciously soft thighs he adores. His hungry stare is really starting to drive you wild now, and you beg at him to hurry up and finish undressing. Chuckling, he throws his pants to the side as well, now only wearing his tight boxers. He pulls you forward on the counter so you're flush against him. See what you do to me, sweet girl? Hmm? he grinds the very prominent bulge in his boxers against your own damp core, making you gasp. You get me so hard and you haven't even touched me yet, that's the kind of power you have over me.
At his words, you donât hold back from running your hand all along Maxâs well defined chest. Your boyfriend is so much bigger than you and it's incredibly sexy. He towers over you easily with his 6 foot frame, all wide shoulders and swollen biceps and muscled thighs, and you don't hide the hypnotised look in your eyes as you trace from his thick neck down to his slutty waist, desire and desperation coursing through you, replacing any inhibitions you'd had earlier.
He grasps one of your wandering hands in his own, his larger palm easily dwarfing your tiny one and making you bite your lip at the difference in size. His attentive gaze doesn't miss this either, and with a low hmm he brazenly asks if you found it as hot as he did, the fact that you were the perfect size for him to snap into half if he wanted? He knows he's got you right where he wants as your pupils go wide with desire, breath hitching at the thought of your big boyfriend using his strength against you for once.
Then he's pulling apart your pretty little set, lace ripping and a large hand easily wraps around your entire throat, pulling you into a breathless kiss that has you moaning at his skilled tongue. You barely have time to collect yourself when he suddenly lifts you up by the waist, biceps flexing, and your eyes widen as you're lifted impossibly high in the air and find yourself straddling his thick shoulders, his face now at the perfect height to bury his tongue into your dripping pussy right in front of him. Max! you squeal, utterly ruined by his impressive display of strength. You're desperately scrambling for purchase at the cabinets behind you, head banging back against the wall as he relentlessly thrusts his wicked tongue into your puffy folds.
And he only sets you down after you cum obediently all over greedy lips like he demands you to do, then gently carries your shaky form to the bedroom to show you multiple more examples of how you were just made to take him, truly the perfect girl for him, weren't you? You'd been too blissfully fucked out by that point to form a coherent response.
Needless to say, you find yourself caring very little next time strangers had anything to say about the way you looked, thanks to Max's hands on affections (he'd also taken you to therapy like the supportive boyfriend he was, bless him.) He'd quickly formed a personal favourite method to prove to you just how desperate he was for you and how you had the world champion in the palm of your hand, whenever he saw that look flicker into your eyes from time to time. He'd take you back home, make you undress yourself for his hungry gaze, then lift you up into his arms, folding your thighs up against your waist from where he held them. Youâd moan as he slid into you, bouncing your whole body onto his hard cock like you were a ragdoll, making you scream his name endlessly as he fucked you mid-air.
And sometimes, when he was feeling particularly possessive, he'd flip you around, pressing your back to his toned chest, as he made you watch with him in the mirror how he obscenely slid in and out of your dripping pussy. Whispering in your ear that see, like he had told you, he had such good taste, don't I, schat? And as you met his heated gaze through the reflective surface, clenching around him when you saw the pure love and raw desire in his eyes, you couldn't help but agree.
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A/N: guys can you guess I have a thing for boys who are big. Big boys, if you will. Someone just let me sit on Maxâs lap goddamn đžđž as always lmk what you think and if u have any requests!!
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pairing: prof!heeseung x volleyball player!reader
genre: porn without much plot
warnings: heeseung is reader's professor but neither of them know that when they engage in sexual activity, slight dom!hee, kissing, cunnilingus against the wall, blowjob, boobjob, facial, use of the petname "pretty girl"
wordcount: 2,790 words
note: koko is back ~~~ i am not sure if this is up to mark but i really hope enhablr enjoys this! reblogs are much appreciated and so are comments/feedback! happy reading â„ïž ~~~
it's raining, soft droplets sprinkling over your already wet skin, soaking in sweat as you huff, doubling over to place your palms over your knees. slippery, it is, palms sliding down the smooth of your knees as you try your best to contain your breath, composing yourself when you notice your teammates pass by. "so, y/n, excited for the shift into university?" your volleyball captain asks, prompting you to wince. this causes concern, her brow raising and her wrist lifting to rest on your shoulders, "not a good time?" she sympathises.
"just a bit scary, not too sure how i will mingle with the people there and if i will join a team as good as ours." you mutter, playing with your stretchable wristband. the girl laughs, patting your shoulder painfully hard with a smile, "hey, your university is known for its sports department! i wouldn't put it past me to find a well equipped club and carefully handpicked members. who knows, you might make it national!" she reasons, patting the top of your head with a crooked smile.
you try not to make eye contact with the man as he introduces himself and shares his email with the students for future assistance. however, when you look up to sneak a glance at him again, you see him staring right at you, wide eyed. you're fucked and not quite literally.
"say what, are you free tonight?" she asks, looking over at the other teammates with a sneaky smile. and when you look up dazed with a slight nod, she's dragging you over to seat you on the nearest bench. "i sent you a text, be there at 7! bye, y/n!" just like that, all your teammates trickle out the training ground, snickering amongst themselves to have finally caught you in a trap, always having refused to meet them outside training.
7:06PM. still waiting, feet nearly cramped up in those narrow toothed stilettos. bad idea to show up in stilettos after vigorous training? yes, but, the location your captain had forwarded had a strict dress code to adhere to this night. right as you bend over to adjust your heels, you're met with the vision of several pairs of similar looking stilettos. "there! early as always, our y/n, let's go in!" one of your teammates urges you inside a shady looking building.
you're met with instant chaos, loud and blaring music sinking into your eardrums, the bass making the floor vibrate and your heart thump in rhythm to the music. "stay right here, tia and i will get us all some drinks!" you're left by some of your other teammates you're not too close with, merely acquaintances that play volleyball together, you'd say. excusing yourself with a smile despite being met with "they asked us to wait here!", you shake your head, reassuring them you'll be fine and right back.
it's a few minutes later that you find yourself seated by the secluded island of what seems to be a kitchen. "a house party." you figure out, still unsure if you should've placed blind faith in your captain and teammates. "not your usual scene?" comes a voice prodding its way beside you. you jump, just a little, turning around to meet hazel brown eyes that crinkle mischief at you. the man before you is donning an all denim fit, it makes you wonder if he's not close to blushing red in this humidity but you let it pass. "not really. i assume this is your usual scene though." you quip back, the man before you throwing his head back in a silent giggle.
"heeseung." he extends his hand which you take a little hesitantly. it's not long after you exchange names that you find yourself introduced to heeseung's friends, all of them welcoming and sweet, out of which, jay confirms himself to be the party host. both heeseung and you don't stray too far into private lives of eachother, maybe that is what attracts you to him, the mystery. you can't deny that he is more than decent looking, plump pink lips, doe looking eyes that may otherwise fool you into thinking he carries this weirdly sinister vibe. a sharp jawline too, you're almost sure he knows he serves a face that women and men would line up for alike.
the attraction, though, is mutual. or so, heeseung convinces you to think as his fingertips meet your satin clad hips with ease and familiarity. he leads you towards the same secluded corner, "dance with me?" he asks and you oblige, not questioning why it has to be here, infact, you're glad it's here rather than in the midst of sweaty teenage bodies that are not yet ripe enough to enter parties like this. what snaps you back to reality is his hands, that need no permission as it follows a trail circling your hips, pulling you flush against his.
maybe it's the alcohol that heeseung offered before or maybe it's the intimate proximity you two keep dancing around but the heat in the air, whether the temperature or the tension, is palpable, almost shocking in a way that it sends hot sparks down your spine. resting your head against his shoulder, you wrap an arm around him, his warm, intoxicated breath fanning over your ears. no words exchanged, really, just the synced beating of your hearts and need to feel eachother up that finally has heeseung snapping.
exhaling shakily, you nod when he asks to take you somewhere else. he's gentle as he encloses your wrist in his palm, pulling you towards the stairs that was strictly prohibited for others. perks of being jay's best friend, you reckon. the moment you enter an unoccupied room, his lips are on yours before he pulls away in a jiffy, panic settling onto his face, "is that okay, y/n?" when you nod meekly, he shuts his eyes for just a second, muttering a "fuck" under his breath before he's pushing his lips onto yours and maneuvring your body behind until your backside meets the wall. "so pretty," he murmurs into the kiss.
you roll your hips involuntarily into his, it has heeseung gritting his teeth, jaw slack and eyes purely filled with desire. "just like that, baby, do that againâyou listen so well to me, pretty girl." heeseung is sure he's rambling by now, oh, he definitely is as he tells you how to rut against him pathetically. the sultry lighting of the room only enhances your need for one another, you've never felt the urge to ravage someone like this before and you know you have to ravage heeseung before this night ends if you don't want to wake up the next morning with a guilty and regret filled heart.
he coaxes your lips to meet his again, this time the contact utterly messy and just downright filthy. you can almost taste the very remnants of his drink from earlier if you shoved your tongue down just a little deeper. meanwhile, heeseung is quick in feeling you up, pushing at your knees, "spread 'em, baby, that's it," he begs, instantly losing all self control and falling to his knees when you whine, asking him to ease the ache between your legs. "wider...there you go, atta girl." he praises, soft hands cupping your knees as his lashes flutter when he looks up at you.
with a lopsided grin, he hooks a finger at the hem of your dress, lifting it just enough for your panties to peek at him. he grunts at the little wet patch that dampens and soils the middle of your panties, leaning in to disgustingly sniff at it before licking once, twice, thrice, enough to taste you through the cotton. you're shaking, beyond control and unable to balance your body by yourself so you place your hands at his shoulders, pulling him needily into you as your back arches into the wall.
pushing your entire weight onto heeseung, who only groans as he ruts his increasingly evident boner into the ground, you hook your legs around his neck. he holds onto your thighs desperately, a whimper escaping his kiss swollen lips as his tongue slithers through the side of your panties to lick at your cunt. he delicately plants a kiss over your clit, making you shudder with a broken moan, as he finds his head heavy with the need to taste you, to make you cum. so, he does just that.
heeseung finds a comfortable pace at licking through your folds, dragging his wet muscle from side to side, then up and down. he repeats the action before nipping at your clit gently, soothing the prick with a prod of his tongue. "so sweet, just like honey, baby. that's it, you gon' cum for me?" he asks sweetly against your sopping pussy, nose glistening with your juices. "look at me, y/n, my pretty girl. want you to watch me as you come undone on my tongue, okay?" you struggle to open your eyes, nodding before you do anyway.
rapid strokes of his tongue have you unstable, shaking and withering under his touch while you try your best to keep your eyes open and in contact with his as he licks at you until no end. "say my name, baby, don't be shy. let me hear your pretty moans." you let a moan rip through the confines of your throat, rocking your hips messily against his face. "no, don't move." he hisses with a displeased smirk, shaking his head to show his disapproval. "let me do all the work, just sit and take it, got it?"
just like that, the ebbs of your orgasm crash against the little pebbles, rocking you through, only for heeseung to hold you still as he continues to devour you as you come down from your high. with a final suck of your clit, he parts from your cunt, face absolutely marred by your release. "good girl, did that feel good?" he coos, tapping at your thigh, signalling you to carefully put down your leg as he makes much effort to stand up.
when you nod, pulling him into another kiss, he chuckles, trapping you against the wall yet again. "yeah? in that case, shouldn't you return the favour?" he presses a few kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake. "let me make you feel good, hee." you answer in words this time, making heeseung widen his eyes but he nods, eyeing the floor once before he looks up at you, "kneel." dropping to your knees, your fingers work quickly as they unzip his denim pants. a tent visible as you cup his clothed length, you lick your lips eagerly as you imagine feeling him fill up the entirety of your mouth.
you tug at his boxers, leaving it bunched up at his knees, immediately pressing a hasty kiss at the head of his veiny cock. you notice how it is curved at the tip, pink and angry. this forces heeseung to snake a hand into your hair, clutching the strands at the roots warningly, "don't tease, pretty girl, get on with it." he doesn't have to say it twice before you are nestling his cock in the home of your wet and warm cavern. you let it soak in there for a while, not attempting to please him just yet as you adjust to his size.
soon after, flattening your tongue, you hollow your cheeks as you start to set a steady rhythm into bobbing your head for him. licking at the underside, you ensure not an inch of his cock is left untouched by you, the part that doesn't fit in your mouth caressed by your soft hands. "just for me to ruin, fuck, yes!" heeseung is blessed, really, to have a girl truly attentive to his needs, the way he wants to be touched and pleased, repeating the actions that seems to make him teeter at the edge of his orgasm. lucky bastard!
right when you think you should fasten your pace to meet with his cum painting the insides of your mouth, heeseung abruptly pulls at your mouth, his now semi soft dick covered in your spit resting at your lips, "can i cum on your face, pretty girl?" with no answer, you unzip the back of your dress, letting it pool at your hips. unclasping your bra, you hold your tits up, motioning him to slide his cock in between. this causes heeseung to let out husky groan, trying not to bust right then. he loves the way you're so proactive, he can't help it!
he squirms from the sudden increase in stimulation as you use your tits as a makeshift fleshlight, wrapping it around his now hardening cock tightly as he fucks into the space you provide him. letting a sliver of your tongue peek out, you lick at his tip each time his cock almost lodges against your lips, instantly making him cum. he sucks in a sharp breath as he spills all of him that's worth, over your tits and the lower half of your face. pretty, he thinks, fingers unconsciously reaching for his phone.
"can i take a photo of you, pretty girlâ" the door to the room the two of you are in is knocked upon fiercely, "heeseung, you in here, man?" upon hearing jay, heeseung scurries to bring out tissues from the bedside table, "yes, what's up?" in three swipes, he cleans you up, cursing when his finger is also stained by his release. before he could wipe it off, though, you bring up his cum glistening finger to your lips, tongue darting out to lick it clean. "fuck, you're gonna be the death of me!" he whispers, pressing an open mouthed kiss at your lips, tasting himself in the process. "niki has been throwing up nonstop, man, i can't find the others, hurry up, will you?" you two hear the receding footsteps of a rather pissy jay, laughing into eachother once you're sure he's gone.
easing into eachother, "can we do this again, y/n? i'd really like to fuck you open, if you'd let me." he asks, his brash words lighting up a reddened blush on your cheeks, "yes, i'd love that." before you could exchange numbers though, jay knocks yet again, an impertinent cockblock, you suppose. "i have to goâsee you around?" you nod, smiling at heeseung who leans down to kiss your cheek. "see you around, heeseung."
you don't remember how you get home that night after having freshened up in the room's attached restroom. all you think of for the next few days is heeseung's lingering touches, his whines and soft exhales, the way his hips bucked into your touch when you sucked him right. safe to say that you haven't been able to contact him either, having used your god given stalking skills on instagram to no avail.
it's been a few weeks, having been busy with volleyball practice and packing to move to your campus dorm. now, it's dâday! there's cardboard boxes piled up, with two suitcases of yours filled to the brim with clothes you can't bring yourself to leave behind in your childhood home. after a tearful parting with your family, you find yourself cuffed with the seatbelt on and your bestfriend driving you to the university to help you move in. while you do have much unpacking to do, it is also your first day at university!
bidding goodbye to your friend once they had helped you get your boxes and suitcases in, you change your outfit for the first class, not wanting to be late. after a whirlwind of trying to find your class, which happens to be your homeroom hour, you settle into one of the desks in the spacious room. although it's just the first day, the room is still loud with whispers and chatters about the exciting life at university. the class, however, hushes at some point, and while you were preoccupied on your phone, you hear a familiar voice.
"goodmorning, guys! how has your first day been so far?" your heart races erratically in its place, unsure if you've just misplaced the voice and its owner or if you're really doomed. slowly looking up, you find yourself glancing at heeseung, who looks at his phone for a split second before he pays attention up front. he hasn't noticed you yet, smile just as charming as it was when he first greeted you. as if on cue, all the memories from a few weeks ago flood in to liven up the black of your mind.
you try not to make eye contact with the man as he introduces himself and shares his email with the students for future assistance. however, when you look up to sneak a glance at him again, you see him staring right at you, wide eyed. you're fucked and not quite literally.
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To Have and To Hold-
And to Fuck Whenever I Want
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+
Word Count: 1.5k
C/W: Shameless smut. Itâs our favorite dirty talkinâ, 107 year old super soldier fucking you (his wife) on your period.
Gimme beefy Bucky coming home late, long after his kids are in bed for the night and finding his pretty little wife curled up on the couch with a frown on her perfect face, watching some shitty ass movie.
His cock twitches in his jeans at the sight of you in his tshirt and an audible groan rises up from his throat when he rounds the corner completely and notices youâve chosen to forgo pajama pants altogether. Those innocent little cotton briefs of yours always do him in.
âWhatâs wrong, momma?â He asks in a low, gravely voice as he takes a seat next to you on the couch, resting a large hand on your bare thigh.
âCramps.â You reply flatly, not taking your gaze off the garbage rom-com playing on the tv, though youâve seen it numerous times.
âOh.â He breathes out, glancing over his shoulder at the dry-erase calendar hanging on the wall in the kitchen that you use to manage your large familyâs schedule. âHm. Two days early?â He asks.
âYeah, two fucking days early.â You snap, shifting in your seat.
He keeps his grasp firm on your thigh, offering an affectionate squeeze.
âYou feelinâ that bad, huh?â He asks in a soft voice that he reserves only for you.
You nod, finally pulling your attention away from the television and turning it onto him. The only light source in the room at this time of night is from the flashing scenes across the flatscreen but that little bit of illumination is all he needs to see how glassy your eyes are.
âOh, baby girl.â He murmurs, pushing your hair back off your face. âLemme take care of you.â
You shake your head, knocking free a few of the tears that had been brimming your lash line. âNo, thereâs nothing you can do to help.â
He scoffs, his hand sliding up the soft flesh of your thigh until his fingertips brush the hem of your underwear.
âNo. Baby, no.â You protest, bringing your hand down to stop him but his vibranium hand is faster, catching your wrist and pushing it away.
âYes. Baby, yes.â He muses, slipping his index finger under the fabric and gently wrapping the string of your tampon around it.
âBucky, thatâs disgusting.â You hiss, frowning at him. âIâm on my period.â
He lets out a low, breathy chuckle as he slowly and carefully begins to tug. âItâs just blood, momma. You think me of all people would be bothered by blood?â He asks softly.
You pause, considering your answer but in your silence he continues. âBesides, wasnât that part of the vows we exchanged in that sweet little church before God? To have and to hold and to fuck whenever I want?â
âThat was not in our vows and you know it.â
âHm, they werenât? We should consider renewing those.â He replies with a crooked smirk as he pulls your tampon free, tossing it over the couch and into the waste bin with precision.
âI gotta be honest, baby girl. If the good lord hadnât intended for me to fuck you everytime my cock was hard, he wouldnât have blessed you with such a perfect little pussy.â
âBucky..â you warn, sitting upright as he rises off the couch.
He shushes you, his large hands moving to unbuckle his belt as your eyes settle on the tented crotch of his jeans.
âIf you think-â He mumbles, pulling the leather through the silver buckle and unbuttoning his jeans with his thick fingers. âThat Iâm not going to bury myself balls deep inside my wife any and every chance I get- you are sorely mistaken.â He tells you matter of factly, tugging his jeans down his defined waist and kicking them unceremoniously aside in a pile at the foot of the couch. âNow take off those sweet little panties before I tear them off of you.â
You hesitate, swallowing down the whimper that rose up in your throat at his command.
âI said, off.â He repeats sternly, stepping out of his boxers and wrapping a hand around his weeping cock. He pumps himself lazily once, twice, in your hesitation before letting out an impatient growl and reaching forward to curl his vibranium fingers under the waistband of underwear, not allowing you a second more to protest before tearing them effortlessly off of your body.
âNow, are you gonna follow my instructions or will I have to pick you up and set you down where you belong?â He asks in a gruff whisper, his blue eyes darkening with desire.
âAnd where exactly do you think I belong?â You ask him defiantly, pulling at his last thread of patience.
âYou-â He growls, grasping your wrists in a punishing grip and yanking you to your feet. He jerks you towards him as he looms over you, his head dipped down to hold your gaze and his impossibly hard cock pressing against your abdomen, leaving a smear of precum across the soft skin of your belly.
âYou belong wrapped around me.â He murmurs, cupping your jaw gently and brushing the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip in an affectionate sentiment that felt like such a stark contrast to the aggression heâd just been displaying. It was the little gestures that betrayed that dominance in him, that assured you that this powerful man standing so needy before you loved you so much that heâd do anything for you without question.
You lean into his touch and he lets out a low and breathy moan.
âYou belong wrapped around me, momma.â He continues. âCrying out my name. Soakinâ my cock with your sweet, sweet-â He pauses, his length twitching as he sucks in a sharp breath. âFuck, I need you.â he chokes out, settling his hands on each side of your hip and he lifts you effortlessly, sinking you down inch by inch onto his throbbing cock.
He plants his feet and bends his knees, supporting your weight as he cups your ass, kneading the soft flesh while he allows you the opportunity to anchor your arms around his neck. A shameless moan rises from your throat, your head tipping back in the pleasure of him buried balls deep within you as he walks you backwards to press your back to the wall. A low and cocky chuckle is all the warning he gives you before he draws his hips back, thrusting up into you hard enough to kiss your cervix. Choked gasps tear from your chest as he picks up a steady rhythm, massaging your aching walls with every deep rut of his hips.
âI thought-â He hissed through gritted teeth, dipping his head to nip at your pulse point. âYou said nothing would help.â
You shake your head, mumbling incoherently and letting your head fall against your shoulder to allow him further access to the sensitive skin of your neck. âSeems like itâs helping.â He muses, licking a long stripe up the column of your throat. You whimper, tightening your legs around his waist as he slows his pace into long, deep strokes, groaning as he savors the way you grip him, the feeling of your building orgasm causing his hips to stutter just the slightest.
âFuck, momma. You have.. the most.. perfect.. cunt.â He rasps out, emphasizing each of the last words with a brutal thrust.
You break with that last deep roll of his hips, the tension that was coiled tight in your abdomen snapping with a burst of white hot ecstacy, a broken cry escaping your heaving chest as your walls spasm around him.
âOh God, thatâs it. Come on my cock, come all over daddyâs cock.â He grunts, snapping his hips and increasing his tempo to fuck you through the dizzying waves of your release.
âJamie..â You whimper, reaching a trembling hand to caress his jaw.
His name on your lips is the sweetest fucking sound, causing his breath to catch and his eyes flutter closed with a low and raspy moan. He turns his head to press a kiss to your palm before you trail your fingertips down his shoulders in a featherlight touch. He buries his face into your neck, his short, sharp pants hot against your skin, his movements growing sloppy and erratic as he hangs on by a mere thread.
âIâm- I-â He chokes out, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle the primal groan that rips through his chest as his balls draw up and his cock pulses, emptying himself inside you with one last powerful thrust.
Heâs still for a moment, working to catch his breath before he tightens his arms around you, peppering gentle kisses along your jaw as he lowers you to the floor on wobbly legs and you sway, stumbling forward slightly.
âMomma.â He says softly, splaying a large hand against the base of your skull and drawing you into his chest. âYou alright?â
âYeah, baby. Iâm alright.â You assure him, a hum of satisfaction rumbling in his chest under your ear. âIâm feeling much, much better.â
He smiles, tucking your head under his chin just to feel you close to him a moment longer.
âCâmon, baby. Letâs get you in a hot bath.â
His hands trail along your spine in a soothing motion, goosebumps prickling along your flushed skin in response to his touch.
âTo have and to hold.â He whispers, pressing a firm kiss to your temple.
You grin against his chest, closing your eyes and inhaling his scent.
âAnd to fuck whenever you want.â
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â© â§âË â© STRAWBERRY FLAVORED â GETO SUGURU.
contents. here is a lil prequel to this btw, basically this is suguruâs shower scene but if he actually had someone to take care of him, reverse comfort, aka my extremely self indulgent drabble of fixing suguru before he turns into a mass murderer <3
itâs been a whileâsuguru has been in that shower for long enough that youâre starting to grow concerned. you contemplate for a bit, whether itâs a good idea or not to enter the boys shower, weighing the possibilities of being caught.
satoruâs not here, you reason, nanami and haibara are gone too, and yaga shouldnât notice eitherâso, with a heavy sigh, you walk up to the door, opening it slowly. you can see him, standing as the water pours over his body, not even moving a little when you enter.
suguru is not the sameânot after everything thatâs happened. you can tell, you can see it under his eyes from the lack of sleep, you can see it in his cheekbones as they show a bit more from the lost weight, you can see it in the stiffness of his body when youâre around him. heâs not the same, and no oneâs seem to have noticed, but you have. you always have.
you slowly strip from your clothing, walking up to him quietly until your arms circle his waist and your cheek rests against his bare back.
âbaby,â you hum, âyouâre turning into a prune. look at your skin,â you grab his hand, running a thumb over the tips of his fingers, wrinkly from the water.
he gives you an empty chuckleâyou donât think youâve heard a real laugh from suguru since that day. âbut arenât i a handsome prune?â he mumbles.
âof course,â you kiss his shoulder, âthe handsomest.â
âthatâs a relief,â he says playfullyâthereâs nothing playful about his tone, though. itâs numb, automatic, like heâs trained himself to respond to you the way he always does. but you can feel it. heâs not the same.
âyouâve been in here a while. i got tired of waiting.â
âsorry,â he drops his hand from yours, falling limply to his side, âlost track of time, i guess.â
âsuguru,â you say softly, âwhatâs wrong?â
heâs quiet, probably contemplating his answer. no one else mightâve noticed, but you have. you always doâhe knows you always will. finally, he decides to answer, âare you really asking me that?â
âyes,â you say firmly, âi want to hear it. i want you to hear it. stop pushing it down.â
âiâm fine,â he mutters, âjust tired.â
âi know,â you say softly, âi know youâre tired. whatâs got you so tired?â
gently, your arms twist his bodyâhe doesnât put up a fight, just spins to face you until his face is digging into your neck on instinct. he can smell your body wash, can inhale the familiar scent of you from here. there are no curses to consume and no people to save at the risk of himself here, just the soft feeling of your skin and the warm press of your lips on his head.
riko wouldâve liked you, he thinks. he canât help it.
for a fleeting moment, when his hand was outstretched to her, heâd wondered if youâd like her too. heâd decided you wouldâyouâre kind, you always have enough love for one more person. youâll like riko, heâd thought. and then just like that, sheâd been on the floor, dark pool of blood under her head.
you never got to meet her, and he never got to introduce you.
âwhatâs wrong, sugu?â you ask again, voice more delicate this time.
âeverything,â he whispers.
heâs tired, so incredibly tired. suguru is exhausted. so for today, heâll let you pick up the pieces. he doesnât want to worry about you right now, doesnât want to think about whether or not the edges will be sharp enough to slice your fingertips. suguru is exhaustedâso for once, he lets you worry about him instead.
âi see,â you nod, letting your fingers trail to his head, stroking the wet strands gently as he trembles against your body, âeverything is a lot. letâs start with just one, yeah?â
âi hate the taste of curses,â he spits, âit tastes like vomit.â
âthatâs no good,â you agree, and then youâre pulling his head out of your neckâhe wants to protest, wants to stay right where he is so he doesnât have to face you, or anything. but youâre insistent, gentle as you are firm, cupping his cheeks as you force him to look at you. âcan you still taste it?â
âyeah,â he nods. itâs true, he canât forget the taste even if he tries. itâs like a phantom painâbut it resides on his tongue, haunting him long after itâs gone, even as he breathes and swallows and talks. âi hate it.â
your lips are on his after that, soft and sweet against his mouth. he can taste the strawberry of your chapstick, the familiar taste of you that he also could never forget. it washes down the vile taste of curses easily, so he leans in for more. and more. and more. he needs more.
âwhat about that?â you ask, stroking his cheek when you pull away, âhow does that taste?â
âgood,â he says shakily, âiâŠi like that.â
âi know you do,â you smile, pecking the corner of his mouth, âi canât change how curses taste. but if i could, iâd make them strawberry flavored for you.â
he chuckles at thatâitâs small, but itâs real. for the first time in a long time. itâs real.
suguru hates how curses taste, and you canât change that, but you can help make swallowing become easier. heâll take itâheâll take anything you give.
âthat might make the job easier,â he says, burying his face back into your neck, âtheyâd taste like you.â
âiâll kiss you then,â you stroke his hair, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head. his lips wobble, vision turning blurry. suguru is tiredâhe doesnât want to hold it in anymore. âafter every curse you swallow, iâll kiss you. itâll make it easier.â
âi donât know if it will,â he admits, âthisâŠ.what do we do it for? none of it is easy.â
he used to think it was. fighting curses was easyâsatoru and him were the strongest. fighting curses was like stepping on ants as they walk on the concrete, crushing them before they can bite anyone. but he starts to wonder if people deserve to be bitten, if the people who kick at ant piles mindlessly for fun deserve to be saved from themselves.
you think for a bit, contemplating his question as the water runs over both of your bodies, slipping into the thin crevices between your skin and his.
âitâs not,â you agree, âitâs not easy. i wouldâve loved to meet riko. i know you wanted me to. iâm sorry, suguru.â
somewhere along with the water on your shoulder mixes his tears, and his body shakes against yours. suguru is tired. heâs tired of swallowing curses and tasting bile. heâs tired of pretending the weak are innocent. heâs tired of carrying so much weight on his young, innocent shoulders. they deserve to be free.
âis it worth saving them?â he asks as he sniffles, âif they clap over people like us dying?â
âpeople like us arenât always so different,â you point out.
people like us donât need saving, he wants to argueâbut you donât give him a chance to, turning the water off behind him as you stand there holding him as he leans into you.
âthere will always be someone who needs to be saved,â you murmur, âand there will always be something they need to be saved from. itâs not always as simple as curses and exorcisms, though.â
âthat doesnât make any sense,â he frowns, âthatâs the whole point of jujutsu. to exorcise curses.â
âand if we exorcised them all? would that make everyone safe?â
âmaybe not,â he furrows his eyebrows, âbut at least we wouldnât be dying for them.â
âyou never know,â you reach for the towel, slowly pulling away and patting his skin gently as you dry his dripping skin, âmaybe youâd die from something worse.â
âwhat could be worse?â he asks bitterly. he doesnât understand. but you smile, pressing a kiss to his jaw as you brush his bangs from his face.
âi donât know,â you shrug, âbut iâm sure thereâs something. thereâs always something worse. but thereâs always something better too.â
he still doesnât completely understand. but the weight on his shoulder doesnât feel as heavy when you lean and kiss it againâhe feels like at least some of his youth is still his, still yours.
âyou make no sense,â he grunts, scowling when you ruffle his hair obnoxiously with a giggle.
âwell, maybe youâll make sense of things after a nap,â you poke his chest accusingly, âyou really need one. and then youâll eat something. câmon.â
âi donât sleep with wet hair,â he reminds you as you tug him along, stopping where his clothes hang. you gesture at him to hold his arms up, grabbing his shirt. he rolls his eyes and indulges you, letting you dress him.
âiâll dry it for you,â you chuckle, âmy sugu is so high maintenance.â
and then, before you can turn to grab your own clothes, he tugs your wrist and pulls you in, kissing you hard, kissing you hungrily, kissing you like youâre all he has. just because he can. he can taste the last bits of your chapstickâhe wants to keep tasting it forever. itâs strawberry, his favorite.
âi like strawberries,â he presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes, âso donât change the flavor.â
âokay,â you grin, cupping his cheeks, âiâll always get strawberry for my sugu.â
he just needed a few kissies and he wouldâve been fine. i guess iâll take one for the team and kiss him a few times đ i guess i can take the responsibility of loving him đ iâll be fine guys no need to worry about me đ
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Might Fancy You
Y/n went from fearing Klaus, to studying in his studio, to then throwing Shakespeare insults at him while chasing after him to put paint on him; he'd started it. But what happens when she ignores his one warning and he has her cornered in a flash?
Warnings - few mentions of blood and some kissing. Word Count - 1.8k
I told you I'll have part two out in two days and here it is! You can read part one here, and well, I hope you enjoy both the parts!
âAnd you are?â Elijah asked the girl standing in the doorway of the mansion, clutching onto so many things that he worried all of it was going to fall out of her trembling hands any time now.Â
âUm, Iâm here to meet Klaus?â She said, an awkward smile pulling up the corners of her mouth. âHeâs helping me with an art project,â she continued when the original didnât say anything.
But he did raise an eyebrow at that, making her even more nervous and bunch up her shoulders in a defensive shrug. âYou know what? Iâll just leave,â her voice made a few tumbles as she turned around and began walking out the door sheâd just come in. Her guard was high up because she had no reason to believe that this vampire wasnât going to drain her of blood then and there for stepping onto his property without any permission.Â
âY/n!â She heard a voice call out and she flinched, her heart trying to make up for the missed beat and speeding up as a result.Â
âY- yes?â She stuttered, slowly turning to face him, fearing whatâs to come. How stupid had she been to ask a goddamn original to help her out with some- some school work!Â
âWhat did you say to her, Elijah?â Klaus glared at his brother on seeing his new friend so shaken up.
Elijah only turned towards him in a slight confused daze. âI simply asked her who she was,â he said, walking away from the scene to probably his reading chair, leaving as nonchalantly as he couldâve killed her.Â
A smile creeped up on Klausâ mouth, a chuckle rumbling inside his chest at how easily sheâd been frightened. It was almost bordering on endearing.Â
âCâmon love, follow me,â he urged her as he walked up the stairs, coming to halt when he didnât hear her move. âY/n?â he called her, looking back at her from midway up the stairs. and coming to a realisation that she might genuinely be scared of him.Â
âI think Iâll go,â she said, looking very close to passing out. âForget I asked you for anything.â She didnât even look him in the eyes and turned back around to leave and get away from this mansion as fast as she could.
But of course, Klaus stood in front of her just as she turned, almost sending her heart flying out of her mouth. It was strange, to witness this completely new side of the girl who ferociously bit right back at him the most creative insults heâd ever heard in his long life.
âWhy are you so suddenly terrified of me?â Klaus asked, his face creasing in confusion as his eyes showed her specks of hurt that could very well just be the mossy-green of his eyes deceiving her. âWhat happened?â
âI- I donât know maybe the sense that youâre an original who could rip me to shreds or drain me of all my blood right here,â she stopped herself like sheâd done something insanely stupid and â âfinally knocked at my brain,â she trailed off very softly, almost as if cautious of making him angry.
âY/n- love, you know Iâd never do that,â he mumbled, cupping her face and almost flinching when she went stiff. âI mean I could do that but I never would!â he reframed his sentence when she narrowed her eyes, for some reason, desperate that she understood him. Â
âWhat do I have to believe you wouldnât?âÂ
âBecause I do not have any reason to,â Klaus reassured her, not saying that maybe because he fancied her a little, just because this wasnât the ideal moment for a confession like that.Â
Y/n didnât say anything at that. Standing still and looking into his eyes, searching his face for any signs of underlying betrayal but she didnât find any â not that she expected to, he is a thousand years old after all, surely heâd know how to disguise his motives.
And yet, when Klaus grasped her arm and led her up the stairs, she let him.Â
âI see you brought all of your stuff,â Klaus chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood as he took a million things out of her hold, placing it all on the rug and smiling when he saw her setting up the canvas for him. He could get used to this very easily.Â
âI did, itâs my work you are doing after all,â she said softly, slowly coming out of her shell. âI didnât want you to waste your supplies on it,â she continued.Â
âI wouldnât say this is wasting anything,â Klaus proposed, thinking that maybe this would be the topic for their discussion today, slight banter even?Â
âI wouldnât either,â she agreed with him, catching him a little off guard. âBut the school people will tear this apart and throw it in the trash before I could ever get to it.â
Klaus shook his head at that, preparing the paints and the brushes. âAnd why would you want to get to it?â
Y/n had managed to make herself comfortable on the floor a couple feet away from him, her papers already scattered on the floor of his studio, and Klaus only hoped that they could do this more often after this day.
âWell, I wouldnât want it go to waste⊠you see? Maybe hang it somewhere in my house when itâs purpose in school is served,â she shrugged nonchalantly, taking the cap off of a pen by her mouth and Klaus wanted nothing more than to rush over to her and cup her face to kiss her.Â
Which reminded him that she was quite fastly transitioning back to her usual self around him. He smiled at that, the scary thrill in his heart that had come at the thought of her fearing him slowly fading away.Â
Neither of them said anything after that, getting to their individual works in silence. The soft sounds of Klausâ brush against the canvas, mixing colours on his palette and rinsing the brush rid of the previous colours filled the room along with sounds of Y/n flipping her book, turning the pages in notebooks and changing pens.Â
The sun peeked in through the windows, the lighting constantly changing as the clouds drifted calmly through the sky.Â
While painting, Klaus began to worry about this girl who was so engrossed in her homework that she hadnât moved once. He worried that sheâd gotten so serious and quaint that she might just tumble into sadness. All that to say, he missed her laugh a little as well.
He tuned to just look at her while he was sure that she was unaware. Her hair was tied up, circular glasses that had a coppery rim slipping lower and lower on the bridge of her nose until she had to fix them. She looked cute, Klaus caught himself thinking.
Her lips were resting in a faint pout as she focused, her fingers picking at them while she jottled down something in her notebook with her free hand. His hand ached to trace its fingers over the highs and the lows of her face. The little frown that had formed inbetween her eyebrows made her look all the more cute and Klaus found himself walking over to her, his feet functioning on a mind of their own.Â
He bent down to come face-to-face with her as she was sitting, and he almost cooed at the fact that she still hadn't quite registered the close proximity at which he was in front of her. Raising up his hand, he booped her nose â getting the very reaction he was hoping for.
She looked up at that, slightly startled, only to catch Klausâ eyes widening a little themselves.Â
âWhy did you do that?â
âUh, because there was somethingâŠâ he panicked, his eyes frozen on the spot he had gotten yellow paint on her nose. âI removed it though, donât you fret,â he smiled, brushing over his pants as he began to stand up straight.Â
But she passed him a glare then, clutching the bottom of his henley to stop him. âKlaus,â she began. âDid you remove something or put something there?â
He shrugged at that, focusing back on the canvas and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her getting up.Â
âKlaus.â She said his name with an underlying warning. She brushed her own finger over the very spot he had touched, and saw the paint.
âEveryoneâs entitled to act stupid once a while, but you really abuse the privilege,â she was walking closer to him and Klaus knew exactly what was about to commence, making him cover his head with his arms when she pressed her hand against the paint on the palette.Â
He howled with laughter when she dragged her hands across his neck, twisting and turning to get away from her. Still laughing at the insult she threw at him because it was a bloody good one, Klaus swiped his finger across her collarbone, earning a whine from her as she began chasing him around the studio.Â
Stopping to catch her breath, she began shouting at him â âthou crusty batch of nature!â But laughter slipped past both of their mouths before they could even contemplate what sheâd just said.Â
âNo way you just threw a Shakespearree insult at me,â Klaus laughed, standing on the complete other side of the room, opposite to her.
He feigned a growl when she began walking towards him, red paint almost drying on her palms. âTake another step, and I canât be held responsible for my actions,â Klaus whispered loud enough for her to hear.Â
And she ignored his warning, just like he was hoping she would. Watching her creep up closer and closer to him, Klaus felt a smirk pull up a corner of his lips.Â
In a flash, Klaus had her pinned against a wall, her wrists held above her head in his hands. His face tilted to the side lightly, his eyes focused on her mouth as he felt her gaze on him heating up her skin. She tipped her chin forward, her lips not quite meeting hisâ, making him close the gap between them and connect their lips.Â
Lips moving in a perfect sync, Klaus brought one of his hands down to snake it around her waist, her mouth opening with a gasp at the sensation and giving him the chance to kiss her further. The back of her head met with the wall behind her as they kissed with a passion that felt too heated.Â
Detaching their mouths, both of them took in heaves of breath, Klaus pecking her lips once more before releasing her wrists. She was looking into his eyes, searching them for something and Klaus couldnât help but smile at her, her lips very lightly swollen, looking like theyâd just been kissed.Â
âThink I might fancy you a tad,â he grinned, laughing out loud when she grabbed his face to kiss him again, making him lose his balance only for a second before he was cupping her face ever so gently.
"Never realised I wanted to hear you say it so much,â she let slip a breathy chuckle, looking into his eyes before kissing his lips once more. Lord, it was addictive â he was addictive.Â
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words: 1.4k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, pretty fluffy and cute tho, male masturbation, kinda creeping on reader by masturbating to pics of her?, p in v sex, brief male receiving handjob, unprotected sex, a bunch of different scenes with time gaps this isnt one continuous fic if that makes sense?
âyour bikini is so cute.â you tell your friend, looking at your own swimsuit in the mirror.
âi have another one in a different color, you wanna borrow it?â julie offers.
âgirl, yes!â you squeal as she digs through her closet before tossing the small material to you. you were invited on rafe camerons boat, and while you chose your best swimsuit, you just moved to the outer banks from new york city and donât have a ton of options.
you put the swimsuit on before standing next to your friend. âwe look good.â you nod.
âdamn girl, the boys are gonna be all over you.â âhopefully including rafe.â you say, a slight blush coming to your cheeks. it didnât take you long to learn that rafe was the it boy of the outer banks, the kook prince, and that all the girls wanted him. you didnât get the hype until you met him at a party and instantly became attracted.
âthereâs no way heâs gonna be able to keep his eye of you.â julie encourages you, before glancing at her phone. âwe better get going.â
you nod, looking one last time in the mirror before putting your coverup on and following julie out of her room.
--
âhey rafe.â you smile at him, letting him sling his arm around your shoulder. youâve been flirting a lot, its how you got invited onto his boat along with a few other friends, but you havenât progressed past just talking.
âhey.â rafe tugs you into him, making you press against his shirtless torso, in just his swim shorts. âwanna come up and drive with me?â
âyeah.â you nod, briefly looking to julie to make sure she was good, but she's already twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes at kelce.
you follow rafe up to the stairs to the second story of the yacht where the captains helm is. you sit next to him on the bench as he steers the boat out of the marina.Â
âthis is a really nice boat.â you comment. âmaybe you should give some advice to my parents on what to buy, my dad is looking but has no clue what is good.â you say without thinking, before cringing at your words, worrying rafe might mistake your small talk as wanting him to meet your parents.
âah yeah, didnât have much opportunities to own a yacht in new york, huh?â rafes says as his arms move the wheel, making your attention shift to his muscles.
ânope.â you shake your head. âbut iâm glad we moved, i love the city but its really nice to be somewhere⊠calmer.â
âiâm glad you moved too.â rafe says with a smile, making you blush as you nod at him. you manage to make the small talk not overly awkward as he drives the boat out towards the ocean before finding a place to drop anchor and hang out for a bit.
âwanna swim?â rafe asks as you both head down the stairs, rejoining the group.
âyeah.â you nod, pulling your coverup off over your head. you toss it onto a soft before turning to rafe, who is staring down at your body, blatantly checking you out as he pulls his lower lip between his teeth.
he doesnât snap out of it until topper claps him on the shoulder. âi got the ladder in for us, man.â
âyeah, yeah thanks.â rafe nods, eyes finally flicking up to meet yours.
ây/n! jump in with me!â julie calls.
âlets go?â you tilt your head, looking to rafe.
âwait before you jump in i want to get a picture of everyone.â rafe shouts out, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to topper. âyou'll take it?â
âyeah, sure.â topper says, looking at his friend a little strangely.
you all group together on the front deck, rafe moving so youâre in the center, his arm around your waist as you smile at the camera. you change your pose a couple times as topper continues to snap pictures, including turning towards rafe and placing your hand on his abs, still grinning as you pose.
rafe eyes up topper as he leans and picks you up, topper getting the message to record as you let out a shriek, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulder as he hurdles towards the water before jumping off the back deck, sending a spray of water as you let go of him and swim towards the surface.
you push the hair out of your face before sending a splash in rafes direction, scrunching your brows to show your anger at getting tossed in, but you canât help the smile that stretches over your cheeks.
--
rafe gives you a tight hug, not caring that your hair is still wet and smelling of salt water. âi had fun today.â
âi did too.â you nod, getting on your tip toes to press your lips to his cheek.Â
âwhat are you doing tomorrow?â rafe questions.
âwhy, wanna take me on a date?â you ask, biting your lip as your eyes glance between his eyes and his lips.
âand what if i do?â rafe smirks.
âthen iâm definitely free.âÂ
âpick you up at 6:30 then.â rafe says, pulling you against him again before letting you go, watching you get into julies car.
--
âfuck.â rafe groans, hips thrusting forward as he fucks his fist, phone pulled open to the pictures he had topper took. he doesnât give a shit about anyone else, he cropped everyone out but you, in your tiny lilac bikini.
rafe groans, wanting to squeeze his eyes shut as he squeezes the head of his dick, imagining it was you instead, either your mouth on him or you spread out below him, moaning as he fucks into your cunt.
rafe thinks about texting you, about begging you to come over, but he remembers your date tomorrow, knows what is going to happen after if things go well. he doesnât want to seem too desperate, but youâre too pretty, too enticing as he swipes to the next photo, the photo of you turned to the side, hand on his bare abdomen.
he looks at the curve of your ass, the way the bikini hugs your hips. rafe strokes faster, imagining his hand making impact with your bum, watching the skin ripple.
ây/n.â rafe groans out your name as he cums, releasing over his stomach as he squeezes himself until heâs satisfied, smiling as he swipes again, this time to the video of him picking you up and running into the water.
--
âthis is easily the best first date iâve ever had.â you say as rafe drives you home. it was surprisingly simple, a picnic on the beach all set up by rafe, and then some live music on the pier.
âmine too.â rafe says, placing a cautious hand on your thigh, relieved when you smile at him.
âyou knowâŠâ you begin as rafe pulls up to your door. âmy parents are back in new york this weekend.â
âreally?â rafe hums, bringing the car up the driveway.
âif youâd like to come in for some⊠tea.âÂ
âtea, sure.â rafe nods, turning his truck off.
you move quickly inside. while you made up the tea excuse to get him in, you both know what the intentions are as rafe presses you against the wall of the entrance as soon as the door swings shut behind you, his lips meeting yours.
--
âgood morning.â you mumble, turning over in rafes arms, both still naked from the night before.
âmorning.â rafe says, his voice gruff from just waking. he moves a hand to your hair, brushing it out of your face. âyou look beautiful.â
ânot too bad yourself.â you smile, pressing your lips against rafes.
the kiss instantly wakes him up as his hand moves to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he turns so heâs over top of your body, your hair flared out on the pillow.
you smirk into the kiss when you can feel rafe growing against your stomach. you reach down with one hand, grasping his shoulder to keep him close and kissing you with the other while you stroke his cock, getting it to full hardness quickly.
âwhen are your parents home?â rafe asks suddenly when he pulls away.
âum-â your brain briefly doesnât work at the randomness of the question. âmonday evening.â âi say-â rafe says, reaching down and grasping his cock, pushing your hand out of the way as he rubs the head of his cock through your pussy. âwe spent the entire weekend in bed then.â
you gasp as rafe thrusts into you, filling your cunt in one swoop. âsounds good to me.â you say, before pulling him back into a kiss.
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post prison!spencer reid x fem!reader
genre: enemies to lovers, smut with a plot
summary: spencer can't help but despise his "replacement", especially during an undercover mission in a nightclub.
MDNI 18+
âthis is insane.â penelope garcia mutters on the other end of the phone call. âthereâs no way jeffery was able to absolutely take himself off the internet.â she huffs, the keyboard clicking in the background. âiâm gonna keep working. iâll be back in a jiffy, i swear!â she says sweetly before hanging up.
the unsub, jeffery hogan had abducted then murdered four young women in los angeles california. the team had been in la for three days now, and jeffery had already killed two more women before they could stop him. all of them were getting antsy and a little angry.
you sigh, leaning back in your chair as the rest of the team begins talking amongst themselves, minus spencer, who had been staring at a map for twenty minutes.
âreid.â you say, catching his attention. he doesnât look up, but you can tell that your voice startled him slightly.
âhmm?â he says, annoyance lacing his tone. you roll your eyes. he had been an absolute dick to you since day one. the whole team had described him as a saint, yet, you couldnât see it. yes, he was attractive, but that didnât distract from how hateful he was towards you. plus, you had been nothing but nice to him when you first met him, doing nothing to get on his bad side.
âdid you make a connection between the locations?â you ask curtly. he huffs. âi donât see you doing anything helpful.â he snaps, finally looking up from his map to glare at you.
âspence,â jj begins, joining the conversation unknowingly. âany connections?â he smiles and turns to face her, like you hadnât just asked the same question.
âthe one common location that overlaps with all the crime scenes and significant places in jefferyâs life is the ânight owlâ, a local night club.â reid says, smirking at you when he finishes his sentence like a teenager. you scoff.
emily gives them a look that says âact professional pleaseâ.
âwe have no idea what he looks like, we only know bits and pieces of his life that garcia could dig up, how are we going to catch him?â matt asks, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, a coffee in hand.
âi could go undercover,â you begin with a shrug. âmost of the girls he abducted have been around my age and have my same features.â emily nods in agreement.
âone issue.â rossi says. âthe unsub has always abducted women on dates.â you nod. thatâs true.
âi could go with you.â matt says, standing up straight and taking a sip of his coffee. you open your mouth to thank him but emily cuts you off.
âno offense simmons, but what if we sent in reid instead? he closer matches y/nâs age and resembles the victims boyfriends more closely.â
spencer opens his mouth to protest but tara cuts him off with a smile. âgreat idea, you guys should leave in an hour or so, you better start getting ready.â
you watch as reid fights the urge to say something rude, but is quickly whisked away by emily.
jj helps you get ready in another conference room of the precinct, dressing you like the average clubber.
your outfit is a small, tight, red mini dress, with matching heels and accessories. you had to admit, you looked good. you found yourself wondering what they had put reid in and whether he would find you attractive in this tight dress.
âyou look amazing.â a voice breaks you out of your trance as youâre putting in an ear piece. you smile, turning to face emily.
âthank you.â you say softly, using your hands to smooth out your dress. âi think iâm ready.â you add, slightly nervous. emily reassures you that you will do great and asks you to follow her outside.
thatâs where youâre met with spencer reid. he looks unfortunately handsome, hot even, wearing the most casual âspencer outfitâ you have ever seen: corduroy pants, converse, and a white button down. the white button down was sheer linen (very beachy) and allowed you to barely see his chest. you quickly remind yourself that he is in fact a dick, hoping that will somehow make him less attractive.
you watch as his eyes wander your body. emily seems to notice and clears her throat.
âyou guys gotta get going.â she breathes out a smirk on her face.
reid walks over to the side of the car. you smile slightly as he opens the door, your smile fading as he slides in alone slamming the door behind him.
âpetty bitch.â you mutter. your heels angrily clicking against the asphalt as you walk to the other side of the suv, ripping open the door and sliding in with your arms crossed. you slam the door behind yourself, eyes glaring into the side of reidâs face.
âlook,â you begin, your tone angry. âif this is going to work you need to at least try to pretend not to be a fucking asshole.â he scoffs, turning to face you.
âwatch your tone.â he says lowly, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. your arms are still crossed and you watch as spencerâs eyes go from your face to your tits, then back up again.
you remind yourself that indeed, he's just a man. he may be a genius but behind that, heâs simply just a man with needs. you were going to make tonight hell for him.
you smirk, eyes glaring into his. âdo your fucking job and i just might comply, doctor.â
he turns his head away from you, staring out the window, a new type of tension in the air.
âcan you guys hear me?â jj says through you ear pieces. âyeah.â reid says, you can hear how angry he is, just through one word.
the team gives you both a rundown and reminds you both of your parts.
ââŠremember youâre a couple!â garcia reminds you. the team agrees loudly on the line. âyeah,â alvez says. âpretend to like each other for one night.â
âweâll try, alvez.â you reply as the suv pulls up in front of the busy nightclub.
you look over at reid. âopen my damn door and look like you fucking mean it.â you say through gritted teeth. he doesnât respond as he steps out of the car, shutting his door quietly and makes his way over to your side of the car. he opens your door with a fake smile on his face, putting out his hand for you to grab. you get out of the car, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
âgrab my waist.â you demand. he huffs under his breath, reaching his large hand to rest on your waist. he leans in to whisper back. âyou will not dictate this night. i have over ten more years of experience than you, on this team. you do not get to boss me around, y/l/n.â he says through gritted teeth, pulling away from your ear with a fake smile on his face. you donât have time to respond as he says; âletâs go, baby.â
the nickname hits you like a brick, especially the way it comes out of his mouth so effortlessly. in an attempt to control your composure, you smile and lean against him as he rubs his hand lovingly across your waist.
you both enter the night club, the mix of bright lights and darkness temporarily blinds you as you grip onto spencer for support.
âdonât respond, but we see youâve made it inside. go grab a drink from the bar then hit the dance floor.â emily orders. spencer nods, leading you towards the busy bar.
as you approach the bar, the bartender asks what you both want. âiâll have a club soda with lime.â spencer says, turning his head to look down at you. âwhat do you want, baby?â he asks, rubbing circles on your waist softly. you smile back up at him pretending like you donât want to kill him and subtly dig your ass into his crotch. he sucks in a breath.
âiâll have a vodka soda.â you say with a sweet smile on your face. the bartender nods going to make the drinks.
you look back at spencer, his jaw clenched and his breathing heavy. you set your phone down on the bar and âaccidentallyâ knock it off of the counter.
âoops!â you say dryly, bending down to pick it up, your ass now rubbing against his crotch. you subtly feel something twitch in his pants.
ây/n.â he warns you. you nod innocently. âhmm?â you hum. he moves his hand from your waist. you look back at him to silently scold him, but he quickly uses both hands to push you away from his crotch. he slides his hands down your waist, to your ass, then pulls down your dress in one quick motion. a man standing to his left begins complaining loudly about how he can no longer see your "fattie". you almost thank him, then remember that its fucking spencer you're dealing with.
he doesnât say anything and simply hands you your drink, leading you away from the bar and the creepy men, to a nearby table.
you bite your lip to hold back hateful words that dare to spill out. you stand in silence, spencer sipping his drink while you chug yours.
"you look miserable." emily says in your ears. "do something." she adds.
"wanna dance, pretty boy?" you ask him, the nickname falling from your mouth accidentally. you pretend like it was on purpose as spencer looks up from his drink, slightly stuttering over his response.
"y-yeah, yeah." he repeats, regaining his composure. he grabs your hand and leads you towards the crowd of sweaty people dancing, only looking back once to make sure you were still there
spencer scans the crowd as he pulls you into his chest harshly.
"i'm not just some doll you can throw around, reid." you yell over the music, sick of his bullshit. he looks you in the eyes and shrugs.
as the song changes, couples around you begin to make out.
"kiss me, reid." you say, realizing the awkward dancing in a crowd of horny couples would defer the unsub's attention. spencer doesn't seem to hear you. "reid." you repeat, his eyes still scanning the room. "spencer." you say, the first time you've ever said his first name to him. this catches his attention. his gaze finally falls to you, his frame towering over yours as you wrap your arms around his neck.
"i need you to kiss me, spencer."
the usually dick-ish man makes no cocky response. instead, he simply tips his head down capturing your lips in a kiss. the kiss is awkward at first, but quickly turns heated as you press your body against his. his hands, which were loosely on your waist move downward, rubbing circles on your ass and somehow moving you closer to him.
you run your hands through his hair, feeling him moan softly into your mouth. his sweet noises immediately go straight to your now-wet-core. you break the kiss for a second, to catch your breath, your faces still inches apart.
spencer's pupils are blown, his hair is messy, and his lips slightly swollen, tinted red from your lipstick. fuck, you want to devour him.
spencer quickly resumes the kiss, this time you don't have to ask. you easily feel how hard he is already, with his cock pressed against your leg.
you groan softly as you push your tongue into his mouth, eliciting more sweet noises from the handsome man.
"nice job guys, we have a suspect at 3 o'clock." emily says into our ears, reminding us that we aren't alone.
âletâs go somewhere more secluded.â spencer whispers, his breath hot on your cheek. he wants to lure the unsub out. you nod, waiting for him to move. instead his hands are still on your ass, his eyes on you, like heâs taking a mental picture.
âpretty boy.â you say almost inaudibly. âletâs go.â he spins you around so youâre in front now, able to maneuver your way out of the crowd. one of his hands rests on the small of your back protectively as you head towards the back corner of the club, a stark contrast to the way he was treating you less than 10 minutes ago.
âthe hypothetical unsubâs eyes are still on you guys but he hasnât moved, we canât seem to see his face on camera. you need to get him to move closer.â jj announces in your ears.
âsheâs telling us to kiss again.â you whisper. he nods, placing his large hand on your cheek and swiping his thumb across your lips. you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into kiss him. he picks you up slightly, just enough to allow you to sit on him as he takes a seat on a random couch.
as he moves from kissing your lips to your jaw and neck, you instinctively begin rocking your hips against his, feeling how hard he is under you.
he groans softly against your neck, his kisses becoming sloppier.
ây/n.â his tone desperate, the use of your first name alarming. âif you keep going i might not be able to maintain professionalism.â
you bite your lip excitedly. âdo you want me to stop then, spencer?â his eyes stare into yours, his hands on your hips.
âno.â he breathes out, pulling you closer to him and kissing you again. he moves his hands upwards as his lips move downwards, slowly leaving kisses and rubbing your now-visible nipples through the thin fabric for your dress. you suck in a breath at the new sensation, your head thrown back in ecstasy.
âthe unsub moved into the light, itâs jeffery. sending alvez and rossi in now to apprehend him. you guys can stand down, nice work.â emily says, startling them slightly. you pull away from spencer, your underwear undeniably wet and your cunt begging for attention. you awkwardly remove yourself from his lap, sitting next to him on the sofa, noticing that in fact he was hard, an outline of his dick highlighted in the odd club lighting. he squirms in his seat slightly, obviously trying to readjust.
ây/n,â he says, noticing your eyes on him. you hum in response, your eyes moving from his cock to his face. âbathroom.â he says simply.
he doesnât give you an opportunity to respond, simply getting up and leaving the room. you wait for a few seconds, processing his words and attempting to wrap your head around the fact that an hour ago you hated this man and now you were dying for him to fuck you.
a few minutes pass and you make your way to the bathroom where you donât even knock, you simply walk in. spencer is there waiting. immediately as you enter the bathroom, he locks it, then attached his lips to yours. you moan softly into the kiss, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist. he, however, seems to as other plans as he sets you down on the sink and lowers himself between your legs.
he leaves soft kisses up your thighs, your legs now thrown over his shoulders. âspencer,â you beg, his lips dangerously close to your cunt. âplease.â
he smiles as you beg, hooking his finger on your underwear and pulling them down your legs roughly. he lowers his head farther in between your legs, licking a slow stripe down your cunt, causing you to squeeze your legs around his head and moan.
hearing your reaction, spencer moans softly against your pussy, the vibrations making you gasp.
unfortunately the club music had been turned off and if anyone were to walk by, they would probably hear you making sounds. you cover your mouth with your hand to make sure you guys donât get caught.
he moves his tongue farther into you, the sound of his mouth on your soaking wet cunt making lewd sounds that fill the small bathroom.
you moan into your hand, bucking your hips against his face.
he pulls his mouth away from you and without skipping a beat he inserts one of his large fingers into you, grinding his crotch against the edge of the sink to get himself off.
you open your mouth to tease him but he interrupts you by adding another finger into your pussy. you canât help but moan loudly, feeling your walls clench around his fingers.
âso good for me.â he says breathlessly, his fingersâ pace rough inside you and his hips fast against the sink counter.
âspencer,â you say in between ragged breaths. âiâm so close!â he smiles at your words, removing his fingers from your pussy with a pop.
you groan softly, hating the feeling of emptiness.
âspencer.â you warn, sitting up to get a good look at him. he has a look in his eye, a smirk on his face.
âwhatâs up?â he says nonchalantly, licking you off his lips and his fingers. you ask yourself how he can be so calm when he was literally just finger fucking you and eating you out. his cock is still dangerously hard, a spot of pre-cum on his cute little pants. you catch yourself imagining how big he is.
âfine.â you huff, seeing how he didnât seem like he wanted you to finish. you insert your own fingers into your swollen cunt, pumping them inside yourself like spencer had been only a minute ago.
you over exaggerate your moans watching as spencer begins to rub himself through his now tight pants.
âiâm not going to beg you, pretty boy, but i need your cock inside of me right now.â he smirks at your words, making his way back over to you, hands moving to your face, kissing you passionately.
âiâm pretty sure that was begging, y/n.â he says as he pulls away from the kiss, beginning to unbutton his pants.
however, loud knocks interrupt him. "spencer?? are you in there??" emily's familiar voice, fills the room.
"uh, yeah! i'll be out in a second!" he says, beginning to re-button his pants, his cock still visibly hard. emily says something inaudible from the other side of the door then walks away. you lean forward on the sink counter, resting your head on spencer's shoulder, his arms wrapping around you.
after a second of peace, you hop of the counter in an attempt to fix your appearance, sliding back on your awkwardly soaked underwear.
"can we please finish this later?" spencer speaks up, catching you off guard. you smile, your brain still processing the fact that an hour ago you wanted to kill this man.
"yes, please."
part 2 :)
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stubborn heart ch. 4
yan!capitano x wife!reader
summary | or in which capitano is told he needs a wife. and he begrudgingly agrees.
warnings | shower scene, nudity (but nothing is described), etc.
note | i have rewritten this chapter four times, and i still don't like how this turned out...
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You were gone a total of four hours, and you managed to snag a hefty amount of books from the store in town. Truthfully, you were planning on finding a job as well but figured that taking some time off from working every single day of your life would do you some good, which was how you found yourself back in your shared room, your books stacked onto your nightstand, a heavy and warm blanket on your shoulders and a book in your grasp. Your eyes devouring each word they flitted across the sentences on the page.
When you had come back, you had finally met some of the maids and butlers that worked in the mansion. They told you that Capitano wanted to speak with you alone before which was why they hadnât been around. Which made sense. Being alone with Capitano would make anyone nervous. Especially you.
After you met the servants that worked for Capitano in his manor, they had left you to your own devices as you sought to read alone in your room.
Which was exactly what you did until night fell.
âMâlady, dinner is ready.â
âAlright! Iâll be down in a moment.â
That was another thing you had to get used to⊠others making food for you. It was definitely something you were never accustomed to even when you were younger.
âPlease hurry down, Lord Capitano has already come home and is waiting for you.â
At the mention of his name you had slammed your book shut and tossed the covers off yourself as you rushed for the door. Swinging it open haphazardly, the maid behind it jumped a little in surprise.
âHeâs here?!â
âYes, he actually just got here-â
You hastily left your room and ran down the hall in the direction that you remember the dining room was. You werenât a noble lady, not in the slightest. But you knew not to make a lord waiting. Father often scolded you for it. Especially since you had a tendency of getting too lost in your books when you should have been working.
âAh, there she is,â you huffed a little as you smoothed out your dress. Your eyes scanning the room carefully.
Capitano was already sitting at his seat, your own seat was already prepared for you to his right.
Quickly trying to calm your racing heart, you carefully walked to your seat where a maid was waiting for you to pull your chair out for you.
âCapitano,â you greeted almost a bit shyly, âIâm sorry for making you wait.â
âI didnât wait long.â
He turned to look at you, and you couldnât deny the way your body fidgeted underneath his gaze.
âDid you find what you were looking for?â
You were surprised momentarily at his question. You wondered if he was asking because he was interested, but you quickly threw that thought out the window. He was probably just making small talkâŠ
âYes, I did. Though, I havenât found a job yet.â
Capitano hmmed at the news, âwas the cold alright?â
âI dressed warmly enough,â you answered.
Before he could ask anything else, you were thankful that the food started to come out from the kitchen, A true blessing in disguise as you fearfully came to realize that you didnât know how to properly talk to the man. And I am supposed to sleep next to him tonight too?!
You mentally despaired over the thought. You desperately hoped you didnât sleep walk or talk, because you didnât want him to think any less of you than he already does.
âThank you for the food!â
But you guessed that would be a problem for later tonight.
âŠ
When dinner finally concluded and you found yourself walking next to Capitano, you couldnât help but to give him a few side glances here and there. Throughout all of dinner you couldnât help but to stress over sleeping next to the man, and now it was quickly becoming a reality!
Coming to your shared room, Capitano opened the door for you, and when you walked in, he walked past you and towards the bathroom that was on the far side.
âDid you shower today?â
You shook your head, âno, not yet.â
âThen join me.â
You paused and let his words sink in for a moment, âhah?â
Capitano looked to you, âyou will not be having a traditional honeymoon and I hear that a substitute for such a thing will be spending time together.â
You started to fidget with your fingers, âwell, I mean⊠thatâs true, but its just as you said before. Donât expect anything.â
Capitano fully turned to you then, âbut is it not expected that a husband and wife spend time together?â
He got you there, and he was right on some level. Not to mention you wanted to be a little selfish.
This wasnât a conventional wedding. You doubted you would be getting your own happy ending anytime soon, so why not take what he offers from time to time. Heâs says not to expect anything, so what was wrong with taking what he does offer? Besides, what was the harm with bathing with a man?
Your confidence was quick to whither, however the moment you entered the bathroom with him. The shower already running hot as Capitano began to undress. You never saw a man naked before. Not once. And your naivety was beginning to show.
Oh wow, you thought as you got to see his bare chest. You thought his face was a work of art, but his upper body was something else.
âGet undressed,â he ordered, his tone a bit harsh as he started to unbuckle his pants.
Shakingly, you started to undo your buttons.
Despite being married to the man now, this whole situation made you unbearably nervous. Your original thoughts of just takin what he offered soon dwindling into ash. And just as you slipped out of your dress and undergarments and even undid your hair, you found yourself closing your eyes tight the moment you heard Capitanoâs pants fall and pool around his feet.
You felt embarrassment course through your veins when you didnât hear him say anything, but luckily you didnât have to dwell on it when you felt his hand encase itself around your arm and pull you along and into the shower.
The warm water hit you immediately, making you relax momentarily.
âIs this not comforting to you?â
His voice sent shivers down your spine despite the hot water that soaked you. You could tell he was behind you, his chest barely touching your back.
âI- I am still getting used to being married, Iâm afraidâŠâ
âWe do not have to consummate this marriage yet. Though, in order for this marriage to be be seen as legitimate, we will have to be intimate with one another eventually. However, I will not force you into such arrangements until you are⊠used to being married.â
âIs showering together a part of me getting used to it,â you asked.
âYes and no.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âThis is our honeymoon. But it is also a way for you to get used to me. Mainly because it is obvious you havenât seen a naked man before.â
You felt your face heat up instantly, and it wasnât because of the hot water.
âLook at me when I talk to you.â
He turned you around easily, the slip of the water not helping you in the slightest as you found yourself looking up at the harbinger. And as you looked up at his face, you were awestruck with how handsome he was. Archons truly have their favorites when blessing people with good looks.
âStill not looking at all of me, but that is alright. I donât want you fainting again.â
His words had you blushing as he leant down to you. The action catching you off guard when he placed his lips over yours.
He was kissing you again.
âI heard it was custom to kiss on your honeymoon as well, among other things, but a kiss and shower shall do good for replacements instead,â he said against your lips before deepening the kiss.
It was the longest kiss you had with him so far. You didnât know where to put your hands, or how to move your head, so you let him do all the work while also relaxing in the hot water that cascaded over you both as you closed your eyes.
This wasnât a bad honeymoon.
But of course, what he gives is taken away all too soon as you find yourself preparing for bed. Your nightgown already thrown over you as you are already sitting in the bed and are waiting for him.
He gave you kiss to commemorate your wedding, and a kiss and a shower together for your honeymoon.
It was more than you expected, but you were thankful.
âIâll be gone early in the morning.â
Capitano said as he exited the bathroom, âwe will not see each other for next coming of weeks.â
âIs it a mission,â you asked.
â...Yes. While I am gone, I expect you to be loyal and do not worry about a job for now.â
It kind of hurt to know that he thinks you will cheat on him, but it was understandable. He knows nothing of you. Only that you embarrass yourself easily and come from the Hearth. But the same could be said for him. What if he cheats?
As he got into bed beside you, you found that you couldnât voice your concerns. He still scared you after all.
âGoodnight⊠wife.â
The single title surprised you as did other things, but you ignored the light thumping of your heart as much as possible, âgoodnight husband.â
You hoped that whatever the future had in store for you would be good.
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Thinking about Pro Hero!Dynamight and Pro Hero!Lavagirl!Reader's children.
Both heroes are desperately hurrying their way towards a scene after receiving a call that their children, Bakugou Saori, their girl of 7 years old, and Bakugou Kei, their little boy of 5 years old, are being held hostage by a villain.
The scumbag recognized them on their school visit to an aquarium with their respective classes, and took the chance.
It was inevitable that people would recognize them. They are the children of two of the most powerful heroes of this generation.
The villain thought it would be easy to capture them and hold them until he got what he wanted from their parents; they are children, it's a piece of cake!
However, he didn't count on the possibility that these kids⊠these fucking kids already developed their Quirks!
The little girl turns out to be a pain in the villain's ass, as she keeps exploding lava rocks in her little hands and throws them at the villain's face, burning him. And well, the little boy isn't a saint either as he keeps spraying some kind of water from his little hands towards the villain, but with a little clap the fucking âwaterâ turned into lava.
The villain feels in literal agony with these two troublesome kids. But it is until he manages a slap hard on the little girl's face that makes them both finally cooperate.
Saori, of course, resembles a lot of characteristics of her father. Her hair is blonde, almond-shaped eyes that give her a piercing kind of stare, like her dad âif she wasn't a toddler, that stare would make more than one person piss their pants. Little Kei, on the other hand, is all you. Big round and curious eyes that look excited at everything, and your same hair color.
But where Saori looks a lot like her dad, she has details that resemble her mother, you. While Saori's hair is blonde, it cascades down her small back smoothly and beautifully like her mother's. While her eyes are the same shape her father's are, they are not red. They are a beautiful mix of yours and Katsuki's. Where little Kei's hair is the same color as yours, it is an exact copy of his father's spiky style. And while his eyes are round and big as yours, they are as deep red as his dad's.
When it comes to personality, well⊠Saori is clearly Katsuki's child. Yet toned down a bit thanks to your influence as a mom. She is a good girl, a daddy's girl. And of course she plays âa bit roughly in your opinionâ with her dad, involving Katsuki holding her upside down by one foot and her laughing her little lungs out, enjoying it. But when she gets very angry, it's clearly Katsuki's heated blood in there (you always send Katsuki to deal with the little demon when she gets like that). Little Kei, on the contrary, is all you. Kind, chill, mommy's boy, a saint-like little boy who loves to follow butterflies around holding your hand as you follow him too (and a shameless thief âbecause yes, he has stolen you from Katsuki at times).
It's Saori's personality that has her yelling at the villain, âMy dad will kick your ass hard!!â, tears running down her cheeks, one of them clearly bright red from the slap, while hugging her little brother in protection.
And even though little Kei is crying too, he also yells, "Yeah!! And it's going to hurt!"
They warned the villain. And they were entirely right.
The moment Pro Hero Dynamight and Pro Hero Y/H/N arrived at the scene, it's chaos.
The only thing in this set of parents' minds is to get back their kids. No fucking matter how. To have them in their arms, safe and sound. Dynamight doesn't fucking care if his explosion goes a bit harder than it should. And Y/H/N doesn't fucking care if your lava burns the villain's skin alive, when you directed a whip towards him, circling his arm and pulling him back from trying to avoid Dynamight's fire.
It all happens strenuously fast.
You feel the air finally enter your lungs once you hold both of your kids in your arms. Both kids crying, âMommy!!â while their little arms surround your neck.
âIt's okay, my loves, you're okay,â you hold back your own cry, but your eyes are clearly filled with tears, âMom and Dad are here.â
You immediately feel Katsuki's big arms surround you three in a hug from the other side. He kisses each kid over their heads, closing his eyes and breathing their scent deep. They are fine. They are finally safe. All of you are in his arms, safe.
The children turn around and also hug their dad crying. Katsuki doesnât say anything, he simply holds them, knowing fully well they need to feel protected. He turns his face a bit and lovingly pecks Kei's chubby and wet from his tears cheek. But when he turns to do the same to Saori, she yelps at the contact and that's when he notices her little cheek red, turning purple-ish.
Bakugou Katsuki sees red.
He kisses the little girl's forehead, before grunting, âTake the kids away, Y/N.â
You know that tone in his voice. You don't wait a second before picking up both kids and sliding away with your lava. Away from the grotesque scene you know your husband is about to create thanks to the hard and bloody beating Katsuki is going to give to that villain.
You hope the signal you gave Izuku is enough to make him understand that they will need to hold Katsuki back. Because if they don't, he's soooo going to kill the villain.
a.n; a head is going to roll on the ground lolđ€
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Quality Father-Son Time
Aegon II Targaryen x Targaryen!reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aemond Targaryen
YAY!!! I get to do ANOTHER drabble based on the works of @maidragoste and the series The Queen and Her Husbands. (thanks so much, hun :))
I had to write this after seeing the season premier and seeing Aegon spend time with little Jaehaerys (before that one scene I won't get into because it made it all the more tragic and upsetting).
*Also go support the original writer of this series.
Summary: Aegon is woken up early in the morning by his son so they can go dragon riding for the day.
Content Warnings: Allusions to Blood and Cheese, and some residual trauma from losing a child/children. Also some brief suggestive content with reader and Aemond (because I couldn't help myself and had a feeling the reader would take this moment to spend time with her first husband while her second husband is busy bonding with his son)
It was early in the morning. The sun hadn't even begin to make its daily ascent into the sky, and most of the Red Keep was still abed, including the king and queen as well as their children.
Well...almost all the children.
There was one little soul up already, dressed and eager to get the day started.
Daeron eagerly scampers into his parents' bedroom. "Kepa! Kepa! Wake up, we have to go!"
You and Aegon were soundly asleep, slowly being woken up by Daeron nudging the bed, trying to get his father up and going. Aemond wasn't there as he was currently in Oldtown resolving matters over there, though he was due to return sometime today.
"Kepa. Kepa!" Daeron starts whining.
"Your son is awake, husband," you mutter in your sleepy state. Aegon just groans a bit and turns over putting an arm around you, "before sunrise he is YOUR son," he mutters with the intent of going back to sleep.
"Kepa! KEPA!" Daeron starts pulling on the blankets but ended up falling backwards in his zeal. Finally having enough, Daeron pounced on his father, "Kepa, you promised!" Aegon was effectively roused from sleep, opening his eyes to see the stern look on his son's face.
Aegon knew already what the boy was talking about, "Alright, Daeron, alright. I'm up, I'm up," he sleepily assures turning on his back and rubbing his eyes. "Yeah!" Daeron exclaims with glee, climbing off the bed.
Right on cue, a couple nursemaids walked in through the open door. "Prince Daeron," the older maid exclaims, before hastily bowing, realizing the king was already up "oh forgive us, your Grace," she hastily apologizes, "the prince just ran off without notice we didn't-" "It's quite alright," Aegon assures, stretching a bit, "the young prince wished to start the day. Up before the sun it seems." "Yes, your Grace."
"Daeron, you go and break your fast. I'll join you in a moment," Aegon says, patting Daeron on the head before the boy scampered off out the room. "See to it that he actually does get some food in his belly," Aegon orders the maids. "Of course, your Grace," the maids quickly bow and go follow Daeron to the kitchens.
"What exactly did you promise Daeron that he must ruin our peaceful morning so early?" you ask, eyes still closed as Aegon leaves the bed to gather his clothes for the day. "I told him I would take him flying on Sunfyre," he tells you as he starts to dress, "We've had a busy week, and haven't had the time. I told Daeron if he was patient and on his best behavior I would take him flying. He made good on his promise. Now I must make good on mine."
"The reward of dragon flying was surely a great motivator," you say, turning a bit in the bed, "I wonder why Daeron was extra considerate this week."
Aegon chuckled at that statement, having finished putting on the rest of his riding ensemble. "Don't forget we have afternoon tea later today," you tell him, "Jaehaera has spent all week organizing this little event, and it would break her heart if her father was absent for it." "I wouldn't miss it for the world," Aegon assures, "We'll be back before then," he leans into the bed and pressed a kiss on your temple, "give my regards to Aemond should he return before Daeron and I do."
"Of course," you nod, slowing going back to sleep for a couple more hours before you start your own day.
After a quick light meal to break their fast, Aegon and Daeron walked to the wheelhouse which had been set up surprisingly fast for the king and his son. "Hurry, Kepa, hurry!" Daeron insists as he tries to jump in, only to tumble back from the steps. Lucky for him, Aegon was quick to catch his son, "whoa, slow down, boy," Aegon light scolds, getting Daeron in, "there's no rush, the dragons won't be going anywhere without us."
"I can't help it, Kepa," Daeron says, "I just really want to go flying, I've been waiting all week." "I know you have," Aegon says with a smile as he lifts Daeron and sets him on his knee as he takes a seat in the wheelhouse, "that's why you've been so good this week. Haven't been up to any mischief, yes?" He boops his son on the nose, making Daeron giggle in response, Aegon giggling back. As happy an occasion this was, Aegon found his mind starting to linger on more melancholy thoughts, though he wouldn't show it for the sake of his child.
It was moments like these that would make Aegon think of similar moments he had with Jaehaerys. How he would hold the boy in a similar position as Daeron whenever they made trips to the dragon pit to go riding on Sunfyre. Aegon tried not to think about those times, as the loss of his past children was still not something he has fully gotten over, and likely never will. Even if he will still get upset about it at times, he'll choose to think about the children he has who are still healthy and alive.
"Can we have Sunfyre do tricks in the air while flying?" Daeron asks, bringing Aegon out of his thoughts, "I don't think that's such a good idea, Daeron," Aegon tells him, "we can get him to breathe fire while flying, that might be better." "Okay, Kepa," Daeron nods.
Before either of them knew it, the wheelhouse had stop. They had made it to the dragon pit.
Daeron was first to jump out, eagerly running towards the pit, with Aegon trailing not far behind. The dragon keepers greet both the king and prince as they walk inside.
Daeron practically sprints towards Sunfyre the moment he catches site of the golden dragon. "Hold on, son," Aegon calls out, placing a hand on Sunfyre's snout the moment the dragon lowers his head towards his rider. Aegon smiles. Though Sunfyre still bore the scars from past battles waged before Daeron was born, the dragon was still a beauty to behold.
"Kepa, come on! Let's go flying." "Alright, alright," Aegon concedes, helping his son up onto the saddle before mounting the beast himself. Once Sunfyre was out of the dragon pit, Aegon gave the command and they were soon flying.
Daeron had a wide grin on his face the whole time during the take off. Aegon couldn't help but grin himself, seeing how excited his son was to be doing this with his father.
------meanwhile-------
You had decided to properly wake up and begin your day. Daeron excluded, the rest of your children were probably still sleeping. The maids would wake them soon so as to have them break their fast and start their morning lessons.
You half expected to for food to be set up on the table already for yourself. It was, but to your surprise you heard splashing sounds in the water closet. You frown a bit, having not expected Aegon to return so soon.
You take a peak inside and to your shock and amazement, it was your OTHER husband who had just settled into the copper tub, steam rising from it.
"Aemond!" you exclaim, getting the prince's attention. You run over, kneeling at the side of the tub so as to give your husband a kiss. "I though you weren't to return till later in the day," you tell him, "much later." "We finished early," Aemond admits, "I...I didn't wish to wait to return to see my family again." "I missed you too, Aemond," you give him another kiss, "We all missed you." "If that is so, where is my brother?"
"He took Daeron dragon riding today," was your answer, "I thought you would've run into the two of them while you were riding back on Vhagar." "Hmm, it appears we missed each other," Aemond says, slight smirk on his face, "although, that would give the two of us time to each other." "...I suppose so," you say with a smirk of your own, "the children will be waking soon, though, and I know our sons will be eager especially to see their father back in the Holdfast. Not to mention we have Jaehaera's afternoon tea later in the day." "Well then," Aemond turns your way, a wicked look in his eye, "we best make this a quick one, wouldn't you say, dear wife?"
----------meanwhile-------------------
"Watch me Kepa!" Daeron gleefully says, taking both his hands off the saddle and stretching his arms to sides to feel the wind rush as Sunfyre flew a little higher.
Aegon instinctively holds onto his son, fear lingering in the back of his mind that Daeron could fall, even though the boy was well secured to the saddle.
Nothing was going to happen, Aegon keeps mentally saying to himself. Nothing is going to happen. Daeron is not Jaehaerys, nor is he Maelor or Daenera. They may be gone but his son was still alive in the present. And Seven willing, it was going to stay that way even after Aegon and his wife and brother have long passed from this world.
Aegon started thinking back to when he and his wife started taking Daeron to Small Council meetings as a baby shortly after the death of his twin, how you and him were scared that something terrible was going to happen to your child if you took your eyes off him for even a second. Those were admittedly trying times, more so for Aegon, and even though you and your husband had managed to heal from the loss, the fear that something like that could happen again still lingered in the back of the king's mind every now and then.
It got a little easier as time went on. NEVER easy, but a little more bearable.
Seeing how high they were in the sky in the present, Aegon took this time to bond some more with his son, taking this time to say the things he never got to say with Jaehaerys, "see all that before you, Daeron?" he asks, to which Daeron nods in response.
"All this: King's Landing, the Crownlands, the Riverlands, Stormlands, the Reach, the North...the whole of the Seven Kingdoms. One day it will all be yours to rule the day you sit the Iron Throne." "When will that happen, Kepa?" Daeron asks, looking at his father with curiosity.
Aegon took some time to put his words together before he made his answer, "look to the sun," he nods in the direction the sun was currently in, "a king's time as ruler is like the sun. It rises, and then it falls. One day, Daeron, the sun will set on my time. BUT it will rise again, with YOU as the new king."
"And all this will be mine?" Aegon nods in response, "it will. But it will be some time before then. You still have much to learn. But, we shall not worry over such things today."
The two continue their flight. Aegon looks to the sun to see it was almost high noon. They would need to land soon so as to make it back to the Red Keep and prepare themselves in time for Jaehaera's tea party.
Aegon directs Sunfyre back to the Dragon pit. Daeron was a little sullen having to end their flight time so soon, but Aegon picks Daeron up and carried the boy back to the wheelhouse, assuring him there will be loads of times to go flying again. And, when Daeron is a little older, he would have ample opportunities to fly his own dragon without his father's supervision.
By the time Aegon and Daeron returned to the Red Keep and bathed and dressed in new clothes, the afternoon tea had already been set up in the gardens. Jaehaera was leading the social event. Among her guests were her cousins and siblings as well as her stepmother, her grandmother, and her uncle Aemond as well as your little brother Aegon the Younger.
Egg, it should be noted, had a look of admiration as Jaehaera directed the servants to pour the tea and serve the finger foods.
Jaehaera had the biggest smile on her own face when she saw her father Aegon and Daeron join them at the table. "Perfect timing, husband," you say with approval as the tea was served, "I trust the two of you had a good outing."
"It was good," Aegon assures, placing Daeron in his chair, patting him on the head before greeting the rest of the children, giving Jaehaera a kiss on the head, and welcoming his brother back after his trip from Oldtown.
Taking a seat, Aegon gazed at the whole of his family as they sipped their tea and exchanged pleasantries with one another.
This was his family, he thinks to himself, small smile on his face. They were here, alive, happy, and healthy. Seven willing, it will stay that way, even as their family continues to grow. Seven willing, there will be more happy times like this ahead in the near future, more enough to eclipse the sad times of the past.
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The bear and his honey
Summary: How grumpy Sy won your heart and you won his :))
Content Warnings: Fluff, sunshine x grumpy trope, smut (oral, fingering, piv, creampie, pet names, praise, hint of a size kink)
A/N: Look at that! I wrote another Sy fic! @omgkatinka sent me this: After that fic today I kept thinking about first dates with Sy. And how either epic or awful it would be if your first date was getting stuff from ikea and assembling the stuff together. I feel like that would either forge an unbreakable alliance or doom the connecton right away. But I really like the idea. and I LOVED IT so I included that in here as well :)) It's not their first date but I hope you still like it <3
Word Count: 4k+ (holy shit)
Like a little girl seeing a big teddy bear at the fair, you were sold when you first met Sy. There was something immediately comforting about him. He was quiet and a little grumpy, but he always treated you with respect. A real Southern gentleman, as they say.
It took a long time before he asked you out. You kept running into him at get-togethers, always being drawn to him from the second you walked in.
In the beginning, you worried you were coming on too strong, always sticking to his side, asking him questions, flirting with him...
One night your entire friend group got together again for a cookout and drinks around the fire. Everyone was perfectly tipsy and content, and when the conversation started taking a more juvenile turn, you heard something that made your cheeks feel warm.
"Oh come on, everyone knows Sy's got it bad for you!", Cory boomed, swinging around his beer.
"Shut up, Cory", you hushed him, dismissing it quickly. You tried to ignore the way your stomach fluttered at the idea of Sy being into you, but when you saw him blushing, (yes, blushing) on the other side of the fire you felt your heart swell.
After that night, you started getting more confident. You loved teasing him, always poking the bear. You tried to get a rise out of him every chance you got, knowing he had a soft spot for you.
Admittedly, you were having a fun time pushing his buttons, but after almost two weeks of flirty comments and hanging under his arm whenever you could, he still hadn't asked you out.
So after another night of teasing, flirting, a couple of debatably too-strong martinis, and what Cory called "canoodling" you finally hit your breaking point.
"Are you planning on asking me out? Like ever?", you blurted out.
Okay, those martinis were definitely too strong.
"Ya want me to?"
Is he joking?
He chuckled and you realised you said that last bit out loud.
That Friday he showed up on your doorstep at exactly 6pm, on the dot, and handed you a gorgeous bouquet of flowers.
You could tell he really made an effort. He was wearing a button-up shirt and what looked like a fresh, new pair of jeans.
"Oh Sy, these are beautiful!", you squealed, before pressing a chaste kiss to his fuzzy cheek, 'Let me go put them in water, and then we'll be on our way!'
He didn't say much, he just grumbled as you skipped about your apartment in your pretty little dress, like you didn't know exactly what you were doing to him.
He took you to the most expensive restaurant in town, where he briefly told you about his job and his family before casually shifting the conversation back to you.
You let your foot wander up his leg while you innocently told him about yourself, loving the way he startled when the waiter showed up.
Afterward, he walked you home and gave you a kiss on your cheek, just as innocent as the one you had given him before. You were a little disappointed when he didn't come in, but you decided to deem his chivalry as charming.
A week and a half later, he took you to the drive-in for your second date. They showed some old James Bond movie, the perfect combination of action and steamy romance as you cuddled closer to him in his truck.
During a particularly spicy scene, you let your hand wander up his thigh, but before you got to his crotch, he stopped you.
You looked up at him with a frown, but to your surprise, his eyes were still glued to the screen.
You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, thinking maybe you read the situation wrong. Maybe he just wanted to be friends? Maybe that's why he didn't kiss you last time? Why he didn't wanna come upstairs with you...
The nasty thoughts kept pouring in and you felt yourself spiral down. You shuffled away from Sy's embrace, gently moving to sit as far away from him as possible, half debating just getting out of the car completely.
'What's wrong?' Sy asked as he looked at you, sitting against the door of his truck.
"If you don't want me you can just say that Sy," you said bitterly, staring out the window.
When you heard him chuckle, you angrily snapped your head back to see if you were actually hearing it correctly.
"Oh, you think that's funny?" you spat.
You tried to open the door. You wanted to leave. To get as far away from him as possible, but the door was locked, and before you could protest, he wrapped his big arm around your waist and swiftly pulled you back against him.
You had no time to wriggle yourself out of his grip, because he moved his bearded face down to your ear and whispered, "You can't always get what you want, sugar."
You didn't know what to say. His actions had already confused you and now his words confused you even more.
He grinned at your puzzled look, grabbing your chin in his large paw.
"What do you want?" he asked calmly, looking straight into your eyes.
"You."
"You have me," he stated, making butterflies erupt in your stomach
"Doesn't fucking feel like it." you dared, keeping your voice low and your eyes away from his.
"Bratty little thing, aint ya?," he grinned, secretly a little proud at your ballsiness, tho he'd never admit it.
His grasp on your jaw tightened, making your eyes snap back at his.
"If you want something, you gotta ask nicely, sugar." he drawled, leaning in a bit closer, "Now, what do you want from me."
Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Your eyes darted from his gorgeous eyes down to his plush lips and back before you spoke, "A kiss, please."
A cheesy grin spread over his face and he loosened his grip on your jaw, moving his hand to cup the side of your face, gentle but firm.
He leaned in, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke, "Such a polite girl," before finally attaching his lips to yours.
That night you realized Sy wasn't as soft as you thought he was, in fact, he had quite the mean streak...
Another week of sweet texts and teasing phone calls later, you knew you were in deep.
Your third date wasn't even supposed to be a date. He took you for a walk in the park. You started holding his hand about halfway through the walk, with little intention of ever letting go.
It was meant to be a short stroll, just to get some air, but soon the sun started setting and your stomach started rumbling.
'Ya hungry? I know a good place nearby', he stated, pulling you closer against his side.
'Sy...I'm really not dressed for anything fancy...', you replied, knowing Sy's definition of 'a good place' when it came to you.
'Don't you worry sugar, you're dressed just fine', he grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
20 minutes later you were standing at a food truck, being introduced as 'his girl' to one of his old army buddies wearing a 'kiss the cook' apron.
While you munched on your greasy food, Sy told you the truck had been there since last summer, after their last tour. He was there every week.
It wasn't hard to notice the way Sy shifted when he talked about his work. You didn't push or pry, you just listened, letting your thumb trace over his hand as he opened up to you. Funny, how this thing with a man you had only kissed once already felt like the most intimate relationship you'd ever been involved in.
Two weeks after your first kiss, you got Sy to join you for a trip to Ikea. You needed a new bookshelf and your car was too small to fit it, so you convinced Sy to bring his truck. Getting to stroll around with him through the hallways with your hands linked was simply a bonus.
When you first walked in, you could tell Sy was a little uncomfortable. This wasn't exactly his area, fluffy rugs, decorative pillows,...he felt so out of place. But seeing you with a big smile on your face, dragging him around to show him which wineglasses you liked, made it worth it.
You made him feel at ease, but nervous at the same time. The whole thing felt so domestic, so innocent. So, why was the only thought on his mind pushing you onto one of those beds and fucking you six ways from Sunday?
Aside from that kiss in the car and a couple steamy messages, not much had happened between the two of you. It's not like you didn't want to, you just wanted to take it slow and Sy was trying to be a tease gentleman.
By the time you got to the storage place, he was a lot more relaxed. Maybe it was the fact that there were no more soft blankets or colorful couches. This part of the building was definitely more his vibe. Though, being able to show off his strength when it was time to carry the boxes may also have something to do with it...
You were almost at checkout, Sy was pushing the cart, half his view was blocked and he was trying not to crash into anything when he heard you squeal loudly.
"OH MY GOD!"
"What? What happened?" He peaked past the mountain of cardboard. He was worried something might have happened, but when he saw what you were holding, he grinned in confusion.
"He looks just like you!" you exclaimed happily, holding a big, stuffed bear with dark brown fur. "I'm taking him home with me."
Sy tried to keep a stern look but failed miserably, chuckling while he pulled you into him.
"What, am I not enough for you anymore? Should I be worried?", he joked.
"Don't you worry, baby. You will always be my big bear. The little one is just for when you're not around", you explained.
"Well if I'm your bear, you're my honey", he mumbled, pressing a kiss against the top of your head. God, he always smelled so fucking good... "Oh! I can spray some of your cologne on him!"
You kept babbling happily as you dragged Sy to the checkout. He didn't even know how long he had been smiling, but somehow he just couldn't stop. Fuck, what are you doing to him?
45 minutes later it was your turn to try and suppress your laugh. You were sitting on your couch, sipping a glass of white wine, and watching your man try and prove just how manly he is.
"Sy, honey, I really think if you just looked at the instructions..."
"I don't need no damn instructions, it's a fucking bookshelf", he grumbled.
"Alright, suit yourself...", you sighed, turning the page of your magazine.
Barely a second later you got startled by a loud bang and a string of curses. You looked up to see the damage and were met with a fuming Sy clutching his thumb.
"Not a word", he said.
"M'not saying anything!", you chuckled.
Another ten minutes passed in silence, aside from the occasional grumble coming from the bulky man you were rapidly falling in love with.
You finally dropped down the magazine next to you and put down your wine.
"Would you just let me help?", you asked, standing in front of him.
"I don't need-"
"Yes, you fucking do! Stop being so damn stubborn, Sy! It's not a sin to look at the manual! It's what it's fucking there for!", you finally snapped.
Sy looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. He straightened himself, towering over you.
"You don't scare me, big guy", you dared, crossing your arms.
He raised his brow, tilting back his head a tiny bit as he peered down at you.
"Alright", his voice was calm and collected. A beat of silence passed and the tension could be cut with a knife.
You were starting to get a little confused, not entirely sure what the vibe was anymore but then, without an ounce of effort, Sy picked you up and swung you over his beefy shoulder.
"Sy! What the hell are you doing? Logan??"
A squeal left your throat when you were dropped down on your mattress. You barely had any time to process what was happening before Sy was on top of you, pinning your arms above your head as his body covered yours.
"You and that damn mouth of yours", he groaned, "always running ain't it? See what happens when you poke a bear?"
"He finally wants to taste his honey?" you spoke softly.
"Oh, honey, you have no idea", he said before he captured your lips with his.
You tried to wriggle your hands free to touch him, but he wouldn't budge, chuckling into your mouth as he felt you struggle.
"What have I told you about asking for what you want, hmm?"
"Sy, please...", you started begging.
'Please what? Use your words"
"C'mon....just lemme touch you, Sy, s'not funny anymore...", you whined, desperately trying to get closer to him, but you were no match for his strength.
Admittedly, feeling how much bigger and stronger than you he was made you drip right through your panties, but that didn't mean you weren't still desperate to get your hands on him.
Sy finally took pity on you and released your wrists. Your hands immediately clawed at his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer as you pulled him in for another breathtaking kiss. One of his big hands semi-gently held your cheek while the other pawed at your body, wherever he could.
It didn't take long before clothes went flying, both yours and his. The sound of his belt unbuckling ran in your ears as your blood pumped faster.
"Fuck, I want you so bad...", you mumbled under your breath, your eyes raking over his furry chest before landing on the tent in his boxers.
"I want you too, baby, so so bad". Blood rushed to your face at the realization that he had heard you. He still had a grin on his face, but this time it was different. Less mean, more dopey.
"Wanna taste you...", he mumbled as he pressed kisses between your breasts and down your stomach.
"Fuck, Sy..."
The first lick between your sticky folds already had him moaning into your pussy. "Sweetest honey I've ever fucking tasted...", he groaned before burying his face back in between your legs.
He ate you out with vigor, swiping his tongue around your clit just enough to drive you crazy before dipping it down to lick long stripes up and down your slit. With all the pent-up tension (and Sy's insane cunnilingus skills), it didn't take long at all before you felt that familiar heat pool down in your belly.
You arched your back off the bed, one hand digging into Sy's scalp as the other frantically grabbed at your pillow.
"Oh fuck, fuck...", you moaned as you felt yourself starting to creep closer to the edge. Sy focussed his full attention solely on your clit now, sucking and nibbling on it while he pressed two of his thick fingers inside you. He curled them up, finding your spot almost immediately and you screamed.
"AH shit! Please please please, don't stop...m'gonna cum!â, you babbled with an unsteady voice.
Usually you don't like to tell your partner when you're about to cum, because for some reason they always seemed to take that as a sign to start doing completely different shit, but you trusted Sy. He clearly knew what he was doing, and to your delight, he kept doing it exactly like that until your thighs were trembling on his shoulders.
You felt the waves of your orgasm roll through your body, your hips mimicking the movement as you bucked against his face. He didn't seem to mind one bit.
He kept his fingers inside you, perfectly stimulating the spongy spot they were nestled against while his lips nursed on your swollen clit, prolonging your orgasm.
Your entire body felt like it was on fire as you waited for Sy to stop, so you could finally breathe again. But to your surprise, the big beast between your legs didn't even show signs of slowing down.
"S-Sy...fuck fuck stop...stop stop stop...", you tried to squirm away from the sensitive feeling, but he kept you firmly in his grip.
"fuck..shit..sensitive...too sensitive..Sy, FUCK!" you moaned when the pain suddenly turned into overwhelming pleasure. The only thing you could do was scream for him. With every knock of his fingers against your spot you felt a pressure build, and when his strong arm pressed down harder on your belly, you swore your vision went white.
You wailed as you came again in a manner that could only be described as violent. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you felt yourself gush all over Sy's mouth and fingers. Your brain was too fuzzy to be embarrassed about it. He helped you ride out the last waves of your orgasm before he finally let up.
"Fucking hell...", he spoke up first. Your eyes blinked open and you sat up a bit to look at him. You were still finding the right words, trying to piece your brain back together, and then you saw it. The drops in Sy's beard, the wet spot on the mattress...oh my god...no no no no no.
It was as if Sy could read your mind, either that or the horrified look on your face was more obvious than you thought it was.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life", he stated.
"Really?"
"Absolutely", he promised.
You looked at the twinkle in his eyes and you knew he wasn't lying. God damn, where has this man been all your life. Before you could stop yourself, you pulled him forward by the neck and smashed your lips against his, not caring one bit about the wetness of his beard.
He groaned when you pushed him back on the bed. "My turn", you grinned as you straddled him. You gave him one last peck before peppering kisses on his neck and across his chest.
"Fuck, honey...", he mumbled, gently moving your hair out of your face and keeping a gentle hold of it.
You finally shimmied down his boxers. His cock sprung free. Hard, throbbing, and all yours. You grabbed him by the base and pressed a few teasing kisses along the length of him before licking up a stripe and finally taking the head in your mouth.
A low rumble could be heard deep in his chest as you took him deeper, determined to fit him entirely. To your disappointment, you started gagging when he was barely halfway. You wanted to try again, but Sy gently tugged on your hair. "Not necessary, sweetheart"
"But I wanna make you feel good", you pouted.
"You are, feels so good princess, doesn't have to be all the way to feel good", he reassured you.
You took him in your mouth again and gently bobbed your head up and down, glancing up at him to see his eyes droop. You would have kept going for hours if it meant getting to see him like this. Sadly, he pulled you off his dick way too soon for your liking.
"Wha-but you haven't cum yet!", you whined.
"That's 'cause I'm gonna cum in this pretty pussy.", he stated before flipping you over, leaving him on top of you once again.
"Been wanting to fuck you for so long, you know that? Always skipping around in those damn skirts, teasing me...", he kissed you before you could reply. His rough hands traced about your body, squeezing and kneading at your flesh wherever he could.
You let your knees fall open next to his thighs, opening up for him. When the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, your breath hitched in anticipation.
"You okay, baby?" he asked when he noticed your sudden nervousness.
"Yeah..."
"That doesn't sound very convincing", Sy spoke, sitting up a little. "We don't have to go any further, you know that right? I'm perfectly content just arguing with you over a bookshelf", he grinned and you felt yourself relax.
You gave him a sweet smile and tugged him down for a kiss. The kiss was slow and meaningful, different than before. When he pulled back, Sy's eyes found yours, "What's going on, hmm?" he asked, his tone calm and caring.
"Just been a while...", you stated shyly.
"Been a while for me too, honey, a long while", he admitted.
"How long?", you asked curiously, making him chuckle. "Seven months.", he replied, "and I can wait another seven if you want me to." It was your turn to chuckle, "Luckily, I don't want you to", you kissed him again.
"Since Cory's pool party...", you mumbled against his lips.
"Hmm?"
"Cory's pool party, when I first met you. Don't know how long ago that was exactly, but that's how long it's been for me".
Sy stared at you with wide eyes. You couldn't read his expression, but after a few beats, his eyes softened. He leaned in closely, his cock still stiff between your legs.
"Seven months", he whispered, "that's how long that's been."
His words and what they meant hung in the air for a couple seconds and you couldn't figure out what to say, so you settled for, "Fuck me, Sy. Please?"
He grinned and reached in between your trembling bodies to grab his cock, pushing it between your folds. "I'll go slow, sweetheart. Trust me. If I don't, this s'gonna be over real soon".
He slid inside with ease, the stretch was there but bearable. His head dropped to your shoulder when he was fully in, hot breath and scruffy beard tickling your neck. Your legs wrapped around his hips, trying to urge him deeper somehow.
After what seemed like a century (not that you were complaining), he dragged his hips back, sliding almost completely out of you before pushing back in. He repeated his movement a couple times. Your whines turned into moans, getting louder as his thrusts got rougher.
"Fucking hell...best pussy I've ever had", he groaned, pumping into you at a faster pace. He hiked up one of your legs higher over his hip, making him hit inside you deeper while grinding on your still-sensitive clit.
You moaned loudly. Your nails scratched over his biceps and he groaned in your ear. Neither of you was gonna last long and you both knew it.
"Mine", he growled and you almost came on the spot.
"Yours, Sy! Only yours!", you kept babbling while he absolutely destroyed your body, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum for me, baby, fuck..."
Your final orgasm of the night consumed you. "Cumming! I'm cumming...fuck please cum inside me Sy, OH!", you moaned so loud you were sure the neighbors heard you, but you didn't care. Sy grabbed your hips roughly as he chased his own release, following suit before yours was even over.
He looked godly. His hairy chest was all sweaty, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut...you swore you got another tiny orgasm just looking at him and feeling his cock throb inside you.
"Shit...", he groaned breathlessly, "I swear I usually last longer...", he started but you stopped him right away. "Sy, you made me cum three times in the last 45 minutes. I don't think I would have survived any longer."
He chuckled as he fell on top of you, squishing you in the process. You hummed happily, stroking his back while his cock was still buried deep inside you. You could barely breathe but you didn't care, if this was how you met your end, it seemed like a good way to go.
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A/N: thank you for reading!!! Wanna read more of my Sy fics? Check out my ongoing series 'A year in apartment 6B" !!!
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