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callmemickey · 1 year ago

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Cumming Home for Christmas

synopsis: Simon surprised you by being home 3 weeks early, which means you get to take him to your family’s Christmas get together! Unfortunately, Simon hasn’t had his fill of you… How thin do you think the walls are in the bathroom?

content: Afab, porn w a plot, smut (dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, quickie, slightly public? maybe other stuff idk) fluff fluff fluff kind of angst if you squint real hard he just loves you sm my sweet Angel babey reader muah love u 2

word count: 3.7k

notes: Don’t ask me why I chose Christmas this is purely self-indulgent. Also, he’s a brunette going off of the comics, so I’m running with that thx!

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Warm Christmas lights, sparkling ciders and the expensive alcohol, the soft hum of cozy Christmas jazz on the speakers, family buzzing and soaking in each other’s presence - there was nothing else you could ask for. In this massive sea of black and red formal attire, your family, both close and extended, came together for an amazing holiday party at your grandparents’ estate.

Simon, who surprised you by coming home over three weeks early, has accompanied you as your plus one to the family’s holiday party. It made the event even better. Your family adored Simon to bits and pieces, constantly embarrassing you in front of him, begging to know when he wanted to start a family with you, your aunts drinking too much and asking him to take off his coat and flex. He dealt with the melting pot of clashing personalities better than you had ever imagined.

Simon expertly handled the socializing carefully and precisely. He preferred to be an observer in these bigger settings rather than to speak. He gave simple answers that were concise one liners, saving his social battery. So, to make up for it, he would escape to assist anybody needing aid. When dinner was ready, he assisted in the kitchen, making sure that everybody had their meals first, and was later caught cleaning the kitchen (much to your displeasure). He also helped light your grandfather’s cigar outside. The Parkinson’s has been making it difficult for him to light them on his own, and Simon even listened to an old war story.

It was unbelievable how much you loved this man.

Now, nieces and nephews weaved between adults and furniture, the fireplace burned hot and strong, people laughed and yelled happily over the gentle music, and the scent of baking pies and pastries wafted and filled the air. Your lovely military fiancé, overworked and tired on his break, did so well to deal with this. Of course, Simon, being an incredibly selfless person willing to compromise in any situation or scenario just to make you happy, said that it was alright when you invited him. “Nothing would make me happier,” he had said in a low, roughened voice - which was right before he buried his face between your legs.

But I digress.

Simon stood next to you as your uncle told you both in absolute monotony about his recent trip to Italy, “So beautiful. Your aunt Amelia and I want to get a vacation home there.” He finished, and you nodded awkwardly. “Sounds like you and aunt Millie had a great time, uncle Mike.” Your tone was dry while Simon nodded and hummed in response. He just wasn’t… very present.

Simon had his attention and focus set on pretty high at the beginning of the night, but he was able to relax a little bit since then, to let himself just be in the moment - or so the psychiatrist says he should. He was actively paying attention to the conversation, yes that is true, but the hand holding your waist began to… wander, a little bit. Slowly at first, but much faster now. With a hand that started on your shoulder in the beginning of the night, bit by bit lowered down your back, smoothing above the top of your ass and to your hip. Fingers pressing deep into the black velvet of your dress, Simon tried to keep you caged next to him. That didn’t matter though, because you would have done little to resist him.

You two shared a quick glance. His dark brown eyes were slightly glossed, his gaze a salaciousness that he always brings home. Ooh, it made you want to rub your thighs together just to feel something. You nodded again to your uncle Mike when he brought up something else that was equally boring. Simon, having a better idea and use for his time, suddenly seemed to have remembered something, “Apologies, Mike, but Y/N and I have to make an important phone call.” You looked up at him.

That brief look in his eye was so, so hungry. The greed brewed like a dark storm. You felt a hot chill race down your spine, your core began to burn. You acted as if you remembered the same ‘something’ as well. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we almost forgot!” You gasped in a low voice. His fingers squeezed your hip, making your chest slowly fall into shallow breaths as you could imagine him purring in your ear.

Good girl.

You two waved him off as you turned to leave the kitchen. Simon took the wine glass from your hand and placed it on the countertops as you two walked through the doorway. His hand pressed on your lower back, guiding you into the dark hallway. The armoire in the middle lit with warm candles that smelled of cinnamon and spiced apples, casting shadows that bounced and flickered across the walls. It helped light your way to the restroom, but it also kept you two enveloped in shadows to help hide whatever sins you were going to commit. Simon, without a word, opened the bathroom, and with nobody inside, he sweeped you in, locking the door behind you two.

The bathroom had warm string lights strung across the crown molding, and a window with fake candles sat high on the wall. The room was a little loud with the echoes, so you smacked the switch on the wall to turn the fan on, hoping to mask whatever sounds were going to flood the room.

Not even a second, in such a calculated move, Simon plucked his mask off and had your lips locked with his as he hoisted you onto the sink counter. All you could do in that flurry of movement was gasp, his hands gingerly holding your jaw as his mouth worked against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, sighing as you felt a hardened tent in his trousers press eagerly against your clothed cunt.

You ran your hands through his dark brown hair, a moan running from you into him as his hands gave your ass a harsh squeeze. He ground his hips into you, pulling a whimper from you as he pressed roughly against your thrumming clit. Simon broke from your mouth, kissing your neck as his fingers pushed up into your dress, grabbing your panties.

“Quiet - or they’ll hear us,” he whispered against your flesh. You panted with a nod as he slipped your panties off, tossing them onto the floor along with his jacket. Simon quickly unbuttoned his white sleeves, rolling them up to reveal his heavily veined forearms, his one arm tattooed with black. He expertly undid his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down slightly, his hardened cock springing free.

He kept kissing your neck, lightly sucking to tease but not enough to hickey or bruise. His fingers dipped into your embarrassingly wet sex, rubbing at your clit and folds before pushing two fingers into you. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N, so wet already.” His voice was a growl against your neck, slowly pumping them, his fingers rubbing up against that spongy spot inside.

It caused you to mewl. Simon’s one hand jumped to cup your mouth shut, making you gasp. The movement threw you off balance, your upper back falling back to press against the mirror while grabbing onto his wrist for support. He continued to finger you and hold your mouth closed, your whimpers mumbled in his hand.

Just as quick as you just started grinding your hips, he pulled his fingers away. A disappointed moan left broken up between your mouth and his palm. Simon grabbed his cock and started to pump himself, lubricating it with your juices before rubbing against your clit. He moved his hand from your mouth down to your hip.

You whimpered, “Oh my god, Simon.” Your hips wriggled and bucked against the dizzying sensation. He chuckled, slowly pressing his cock into your hot, wet cunt. The familiar stretch made you hum in need. “You’re gonna tease me? On Christmas?” You whined, your legs once again wrapped around his hips, urging him to sink into you.

“Ahh, have you been a good girl, though?” He asked in a low rumble, his other hand grabbing the other hip, his prepared stance making your hole clench around his member. He had a half-lidded stare, swirling with a level of lust you couldn’t really see the end of - bottomless and ravenous. Simon towered over you.

“I’m always a good girl for you, Simon,” You cooed.

He slowly pushed in, making you inhale sharply as you stretched so wide to allow him to fit. You held your breath as he pushed his cock through. “I’m just teasing, love - I know you’ll always be my good girl,” he said with warmth in his voice.

His tip kissed your cervix as he nestled fully, deeply, completely. Your head rolled back on the mirror as a satisfied sigh escaped you, but Simon’s grip on your hips tightened intensely. You gasped as he began a fast pace, his hips slapping loudly against your thighs and echoing in the bathroom. It was almost too much. It gave you little time to prepare for his entering, but you settled nicely around him after a few more thrusts.

Simon wasn’t normally this fast. He loved to hit with hard strokes, but nothing typically of this pace. Fortunately, you weren’t one to complain. It was so goddamn good. You hate it when your fiancé is away, not knowing where he was for most of the time, but when he’s gone for so long and comes back? Fuck. It’s criminal how good the sex is. His impatience made it impeccable.

But you were desperate. You wanted to cry and moan and yell, to beg and pray for him to bring you to a higher plane of pleasure. Oh, God, you would do anything for it, anything for him. You grasped at his forearms, your nails digging into his flesh, leaving stinging crescent moon shaped imprints in their path. He groaned lightly at your sharp grip, a soft chuckle coming from him. “Oh, you like this?” He asked, and you nodded, biting your lower lip to keep anything but your gasps, pants, and squeaks from escaping.

“Touch yourself,” his voice wasn’t harsh, but it was a demand.

With one hand still on Simon’s arm, the other moved to your clit, and you began to rub in quick circles. Simon watched your face twist and change: your mouth hanging open as you panted, but occasionally closed to bite your lip so to stop yourself from moaning; eyes half-lidded, barely open, glazed, and painfully horny; back bowing and arching, your toes curling, body just at a loss at what it can handle. This was Simon’s favorite view in the world. It’s what he came home for. It’s what he fought for.

A moan tumbled from your mouth as you held on for dear life. “S-Simon!” You whined his name, the heat inside of you burning red hot, uncontrolled, and rampant.

“S’alright love,” his voice was soft, “you gonna cum?”

You nodded quickly, the fingers on your clit stuttering as you found your release fast approaching, his almost brutal pace not slowing in the slightest. “I’m gonna c- ah- cum, Simon!” You struggled not to say too loud. “Don't stop!”

“Come on, Y/N,” he ushered, “cum for me.” Simon knew how to drive you over the edge. His hand reached out, firmly but gently cupping over your mouth to keep your head in place - and to push back your lascivious sounds.

A moan found itself trapped, lodged in your throat as you fought with your whole might not to yell and cry out. Your orgasm ripped through and crashed over you like a tsunami. He had unraveled you.

Your back arched, and you couldn’t roll your head back. Your lashes flickered as you struggled to keep your eyes from crossing or rolling back to look at Simon while you came. The fingers you had on your clit stopped moving as you were paralyzed, but the grip you had on his forearm stayed strong, “Ahhh, fuckin’ look at you. That’s a good girl, cummin’ nice and pretty on my cock. You like that, yeah?” He groaned, hips putting in more power to drill into your tightened pussy, tears pricking at your eyes as the orgasm left your legs shaking around him.

Simon retracted his hand, grabbing back at your hip. You let out a quick, small cry as your free hand held back onto his forearm. “Y’alright, love?” He grunted, and you nodded furiously before he could stop, but he started slowing down. You didn’t want him too. “Need- I need you,” you gasped, “don’t stop, Simon.” You whimpered.

Oh, to be buried deep inside your pussy was all he could have ever hoped for upon coming home. Y/N, ever so kind and giving. Simon tightened his hands around your hips again and began the brutal pace as you struggled to keep silent.

That’s when you felt your body heating up again. Your sex thrummed with the building pleasure and excitement once more, causing you to moan while you held onto his wrists. A light sheen of sweat sat on your skin, your clothes sticking uncomfortably to your flesh.

Simon moaned softly with a smirk, your fucked out expression and legs lazily clinging onto his hips was such an amazing sight. The snapping of him against you had beat your pussy red, leaving it angrily aroused. “You gonna cum again? Yeah? Ahhh, thas my needy girl.” Desperate, tiny grunts popped out of you with each thrust, your pussy swallowing Simon deeply.

“Si-Simon! Gonna- c-cum!” You gasped out with each pump.

Your orgasm hit like a rapid flash of heat and pleasure. A squeal escaped you, and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled back, legs around Simon’s waist tightened, your whole body trembled from his unrelenting pace. Your face was flushed red, eyes completely glazed and lost as your hair stuck to your face.

“Ah, f-fuck, so fuckin’ tight. So good - my girl is so good, God, cummin’ on my cock, just like that.” He growled, his hips slowly beginning to fall off rhythm while his orgasm began to creep up on him.

You moaned and begged, “Ah, Simon, nngh, I-I can’t- please cum!”

“Don’t you worry, g-gonna cum inside this pretty pussy,” Simon groaned, “gonna fill you up, yeah?”

You nodded furiously as your body screamed in overstimulation. “Please, I- ah! Too much, ah, you’re too much, Simon!” You cried out, your ever tightening cunt being stretched open, begging for his release.

“Y/N- Y/N, fuck!” He hissed as his hips slammed against you, tightly holding his cock against your cervix as if he was threatened to be ripped away. He groaned, emptying himself into you completely, his cock jerking and flexing harshly, making the veins on his shaft more pronounced. You whimpered, your cunt tensing around him as you felt hot waves shooting inside of you. He stayed for a moment while panting, his thighs shaking slightly, relishing in the feeling as oxytocin and dopamine flooded his brain. Simon pulled out, a throaty groan leaving you at the sudden emptiness, your legs letting go of him.

“Well… let’s hope nobody heard that.” Simon said in a low voice, pulling up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt and grabbing your panties for you. You slid off of the sink and inhaled sharply as your knees buckled. He immediately latched onto your arms, making sure you wouldn’t fall. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N, y’alright?” He asked, slowly loosening his grip to make sure you were okay on your own.

“My legs, Simon. Jesus Christian Christ - I can’t stand.” You huffed, leaning against the sink, glowering at him as you took your panties from his hand, embarrassed.

He unrolled his sleeves, buttoning them. “You’re really gonna talk like that? On Jesus’ birthday?” He looked at you as he grabbed his jacket, shaking his head. “What would your nan say, hmm?” He feigned sincerity, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he swung the jacket on.

“Well, the jokes on you because Christmas isn’t even Jesus’ birthday.” You snapped back at him, slowly sliding your underwear on as your knees shook like a newborn giraffe. He tutted in disapproval as he moved up to you.

Simon’s body was close, his body radiating warmth. He wasn’t one for a lot of physical affection, which was alright, so when he took the time to be attentive to you… you always melted against him immediately. His finger lightly hooked under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. Your body subconsciously gravitated towards him, like a moth seeing the moon for the very first time.

He leaned down, lips brushing so close to yours, your eyes still connected . “Fuck what day it really is - I just know I’m home.” Simon pushed in for a deep kiss, brimming with emotions, the kinds he couldn’t really say. As he pulled away, he couldn’t help but admire you.

The golden candlelight fluttered across his face. His tired but warm eyes studied you, as if seeing you for the first time, memorizing and mapping every freckle, wrinkle, and spot, because he’s scared that the moment he looks away, he’ll forget. He took in your flushed, messy appearance as if God himself sent down a heavenly body to give him a reason not just to fight, but to live; an angel on its mission as a guide, and he would willingly martyr himself on the ground at your feet if it meant he could just hear you say his name. Once.

Simon wanted to say these things, but he wouldn’t. He might never. But that’s alright, too. Not everyone is meant to love so boldly.

You cocked an eyebrow as he stared at you so intensely. “You okay there, Lieutenant?” You asked, a small smile on your lips.

He realized that, yes, it was alright that he didn’t say those things. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t have to - you just knew. Everyday he thought about how he didn’t deserve you. You, ever so loyal and strong. You’ve given him a purpose, motive, after all of these years - alone.

He often wondered what he had done to deserve having someone like you in his life. Someone who loved and cultivated, with hands of soft mercy, so tender and kind. A voice of validation, honesty, reason, all stemming from your unconditional love. If he had met you years ago, before the therapy and psychiatry helped, he would’ve let your fingers prick and bleed as you grasped at his thorns while he plucked you of your petals, leaving you broken and bare.

He didn’t deserve you.

Simon returned the smile, his voice soft, “Never better.” His hands moved to hold your waist as you two shared a few more kisses. “You know I like it when you call me that,” he hummed in between the lip locking.

You moaned gently and teasingly bit his bottom lip, your hands pressing against and gliding up his shirt. You kissed his jawline and sighed, “Is that so, Lieutenant Riley?”

He squeezed your waist in a warning. “Careful, love, we don’t have time for round two. Save it for tonight.” Your pussy purred just as Simon pulled away, picking up the mask from the sink and putting it back on in an attempt to obscure his identity.

You hummed, legs still a little shaken. “Well, I might need a minute to get my feet under me. You… okay with managing my family alone?” You asked hesitantly, eyes slightly squinting as if to flinch. He studied you for a moment, eyes glancing you up and down. It made you a little self-conscious, causing you to shift.

“Of course, Y/N,” his tone was reassuring, and subtly professional, “you sure you want me to leave you? Just say the word, love.”

Your body relaxed a little, and you nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just need a minute.”

Simon faltered, if for a moment, before he gave you a soft squeeze on the arm, and left. You sighed, turning to lean onto the counter and fix your hair in the mirror. Your legs really were shaking, much to your surprise. Yes, yes, Simon makes you shake plenty, but he doesn’t always fuck that hard, if rarely. You couldn’t be more embarrassed. Sending your fiancé, who is not the biggest people-person, back to the wolves, but it’d be more embarrassing if you walked out there in your current state.

You fixed your dress and made sure you were able to stand properly again after a few minutes. Making sure your hair, makeup, and dress were all still together, you left the bathroom with caution. You quietly snuck down the hallway, back against the wall. You got to the doorway and peeked around the corner to peer into the party.

You don’t know how long you were in the bathroom for as the crowd surprisingly died down. Family members left for home, hotels, or whatever bedrooms your grandparents had available, so the end-of-the-night afterparty was intimate and calm. You inched into the room, eyes falling on Simon, who was outside with your grandfather, lighter in his hand.

You smiled gingerly as your mother called you over. “Sweetie, everybody loves Simon. I know he isn’t much of a talker, or a hugger, but he made a great impression.” Her voice was filled with warmth and happiness, and she spoke in a hushed tone. “He also listens to your grandfather’s stories, bless his heart.” She cooed. Your mother continued to speak, but her voice drowned out as you watched your future husband.

Simon stood at ease, with his hands held together and relaxed behind him as your grandfather engaged him in a story, puffing his cigar shakily as his hands trembled while he was animated. It was so calm and serene, watching him nod, the ghost of his jawline moving beneath the mask as he spoke. Your heart fluttered as Simon’s eyes flicked over and locked onto you, giving a little wink before turning his attention back to the present conversation.

Okay, you’re definitely sitting on his face tonight.

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virq-qgo · 6 months ago

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hii babe im just begging for a rough tag team with wolverine nd deadpool

I’m so sorry, I just saw this 😢 I’m a working woman, gotta make my money and spend it all at Adam and Eves. Anyways.. I hope this is good for you bookie, I put only my brain and boobs into it 😘

Request are still opened ❤️

Warnings: smut, my writing, obvi not proof read because I’m not all that.. female bodied.

If anyone had told you a few minutes ago that you would be on your back, getting absolutely cocked out by Logan. And having your mouth filled of it by wade. You would have laughed in their face. Because you are no man’s slut.

But here you are, laying on wades bed. Logan’s cock so full inside of you. His hips thrusting so hard against yours. Your poor pretty hips bruise.

It’s not like you can complain though, after all, wade is fucking your throat. But why would you complain? Getting absolutely dicked down by the two men you’ve had the hots for awhile is a dream come true, really it would be any girls dream.

Muffled moans attempted to escape your filled lips as your sore legs tighten around Logan’s waist. You were finally going to cum, after forever of torture. You finally get your reward.

Your eyes pooled with tears as you feel that little something snap in you, as you stupidly thought that this was your moment. That was until it was brutally ripped away from you.

Logan looks at you with a satisfied yet sadistic expression. “Aw, poor girl, finally thought she was about to come.” In a flash of the moment, you were flipped to your stomach. And Logan’s rough hands grab at your plush hips. Slamming himself back into you. “Too bad that bad girls don’t get to cum.”

A cry escape your lips as you feel Logan slam back into you. Your face is burrowed into the sheets of the bed as the pace Logan was brutally fucking you was putting holes in the walls from the bed.

You were too busy whining to notice that wade and Logan were bickering back and forth.

“My turn wolvie, I want to fuck my pretty slut next.” Wade pressed, his scared hands running down her body. “We’re switching places.”

Logan didn’t like this idea, knowing that wade would give in and let you cum. You were getting punished, you didn’t get to cum. “You’re not getting your dick wet, it’s my pussy that I’m fucking.”

Wade did not like this response, he pulled Logan away. Feeling so incredibly horny once he heard you whine at the feeling of being so empty. “Don’t worry princess, I’ll be filling this pussy up so nice for you. The only thing you’ll be remembering is how good my cock is.”

Wade gave you no time to think as he thrusted into your abused hole. One hand on your hips, the other wrapped around your front, playing with your sensitive clit.

“You’ve been my good girl, must be because I’m better. But I want that pretty pussy to milk my dick.” He praises.

Wade teased, crescent marks are left in your hips from how hard Wade squeezed your hips. Moans fall from his lips as he felt your sweet hole squeeze his cock. He couldn’t hold himself back, Wade pressed your body down into the bed. Fucking you at an incredible pace, hitting all of your deep spots.

Logan watches the both of you, his cock so unbelievably hard, it hurt. His tip was aching and wet. He was turned on to the extreme, watching you moan like a damn porn star because of how good Wade is fucking you. It almost made him jealous.

He watches how Wade thrust faster than he has before, and watches how you try to claw at anything you can reach. Logan couldn’t help but find his cock with his hand. He wasn’t mad that you came around wades cock, or how the way your pussy clenched around nothing while his hot load was dripping out of you and down your thighs. Logan was so totally jealous, wanting it to be your pussy milking him instead of his own hand. Wanted it to be his load dripping out of you.

Finally, he had enough. Logan stood back up, pushing Wade to the side. “I hope you aren’t tired buba, because we only have just gotten started.”

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dcandmarvelimagines · 6 months ago

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sweeter than you ever knew. (pt. 1)

Series: pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 Pairing: Wade Wilson x Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6.8k Warnings: AFAB reader (uses she/her pronouns), 1st person POV, non-mutant Reader, some blood, Wade being too flirty for his own good, vaginal fingering, bathroom sex, dirty talking, the relationship with Logan is a "slow" burn in comparison. More smut to come, I swear. Author's note: Damn...it's been a while huh? My last comic related fic was in 2018, funny enough also because of a Deadpool movie. I was already sappy in a post before so I wont subject y'all to it. But this was intended to be a short little oneshot and has absolutely ballooned out of control. I'm thinking this will end up being five chapters. I will upload the second chapter concurrently with my ao3 upload, so if you prefer to read there, feel free! Also as a little aside: I am so unbelievably sorry that the reader's job working in outreach to help Al is barely described and is probably highly inaccurate. I was desperate not to get lost in the weeds of research on the subject. I needed something that would keep the reader out of the apartment most of the time and let the relationship grow differently, so neighbors was out of the question. If you work in community outreach (absolute angel), please just avert your eyes.

I used to think my life was boring. It was the same day in, day out. I never met anyone interesting or experienced new things. That changed when I knocked on an unassuming apartment door in a dingy building.

I worked in government outreach, providing assistance to elderly blind clients. I had been assigned to work with Althea Sanderson. Her file had listed her as combative and she didn’t disappoint. She absolutely hated my guts at first, grumbling about how she just needed her “disco dust” to keep going. She assured me that she had roommates and didn’t need me “thundering” around her small apartment.

For nearly two weeks, I thought her mind had to have been slipping, because no one else would come from that apartment besides me. Imagine my shock when I walked into the place and found a hulking mass of a man, only in his boxers, in the kitchen. His brown hair, streaked with white, was wet after a shower and he was half heartedly rubbing at his shoulder with a towel covered in sparkly unicorns. “Who the hell are you?” He snapped, voice gruff. He glared at me like I had personally insulted him by my mere presence. My eyes darted all over him, the thick ropes of muscles in his arms, the harsh planes of abs, the thin sheen of dark hair on his chest, the trail disappearing into his boxers. The man yanked the fridge door open and snapped me from my drooling.

I had barely stumbled my name out before Al, as she insisted I call her when she realized I wasn’t going anywhere, came around the corner, her hands guiding her along the wall. “Leave her alone Logan. She’s like herpes and I can’t get rid of her.” My lips pursed at the comparison. The man, Logan, huffed with either annoyance or laughter before padding away, beer clutched in his hand. For how big he was, I was shocked at how light on his feet he was. In comparison, I really did thunder around.

“Oh! Do we have a new roomie!?” The voice trembled in excitement. Its owner bounded around the corner, clad only in low slung sweatpants, nearly tripping over the scraggly dog at his feet. I drew back, sucking in a sharp breath. The new man was no less tall than the other, but lean in comparison, with a wide chest and firm arms. But I was far more distracted by his skin. It was a mixture of mottled pink and white, looking more like swirled bacon fat than anything else. He was completely hairless but I saw the skin of his forehead rise. “Al, you didn’t say you had a hot granddaughter!”

“Oh I’m not,” I said. While I was scheduled to be here for four hours, I was already contemplating how to escape the suddenly cramped apartment.

“Does she look like she’s related to me dick for brains?” Al growled at him. The man shrugged, a megawatt smile plastered on his face as he picked up the dog and let it lick at his face.

“She has the same wild sexual energy you do, my sweet black Betty White.” He walked closer, carelessly dropping the dog into Al’s lap just as she lowered herself into a creaky chair. The man theatrically bowed, snagging my hand to press a too wet kiss to my knuckles. His skin was unbelievably soft as it held mine, the grip light enough that I could pull away at any moment. “Wade Winston Wilson.”

He was so close to me that I took a half step back. I gave him my name, just my first, and wriggled my hand free. “Um, I'm assuming your Al’s roommates?”

“Roommates is such a safe for work word, I prefer to be her personal pommel horse.” A laugh bubbles up before I can stop it. Wade grinned at the sound and shit, his face softened in such a charming way that I felt my defenses come down just a little.

“I don’t think you understand what a pommel horse is.”

“Isn’t it something you ride? Get all flexable on?”

After that first awkward day, all four of us fell into an easy routine. Al seemed to warm to me more, though her sharp tongue never faltered. Wade was a vibrating ball of energy whenever I came over. He bounced around the kitchen as I made Al her coffee or insisted I sit with them to watch Golden Girls . I came to realize that only his right hand was so soft, the left was scratchy and blistered, which was something I refused to think about any deeper. Logan remained standoffish and reserved but he was there when I needed a break from Wade’s constant talking. I would occasionally find him sitting on the fire escape, smoking the cigar that seemed permanently stuck to his fingers. We often just sat in silence while Wade and Al argued about Ikea furniture.

I had always found their schedule strange. They would disappear for days, sometimes weeks, at a time with no rhyme or reason. I had originally thought they might be businessmen but Logan’s quick temper and Wade’s obnoxious energy clashed with the idea. Wade often talked about going to exotic places and had brought me back a diamond that he swears up and down is not only real, but is also the tip of a woman’s finger.

The day I found out their real profession had started horribly. The train line to Al’s apartment had broken, so I had to take a cab there. I was flustered, hungry, and in desperate need of caffeine when I trudged up the five flights of stairs to Al’s apartment, because, of course , her elevator had broken. It was customary for me to knock twice, allowing Al to respond before I used my key to come in. Today, my knocks were much shorter. “Good morning Al,” I called, slipping into the door before turning to close and lock it. I spun and nearly screamed.

“Oh hey,” Wade said, leaning against the wall of the kitchen, a mug clutched in his hand. I was far more distracted by three massive claw marks across his chest, blood oozing down his stomach, staining his plaid underwear.

“Oh my god! Wade!” My keys and purse clattered to the floor as I rushed to him, bracing my hands against his chest. “What happened?! Holy shit, oh fuck.” I was babbling now, distracted by how sticky and hot the blood was. But his chest rumbled under my shaking hands. I glanced up and saw a smile on his face as he failed to contain his laughter. “What are you fucking laughing at?! You’re dying here and you're laughing?!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear. Miss good samaritan knows such nasty words.” I tried never to swear around patients but this was a worst fucking case scenario.

“Oh fuck off! You’re dying and you're laughing ‘cause I said a bad word?!” That only seemed to make him laugh harder.

“Calm down sweetheart,” came a rough voice behind me. Logan had started to call me that more often, but it always felt like he was insulting me with the word. It usually had a stinge of annoyance laced around it, now was no different. “He’s fine.” I peaked over my shoulder, hands still pressed against Wade’s firm chest, about to argue with the other man about how un fine Wade was. I nearly screamed again. A knife was embedded into Logan’s shoulder. There was blood everywhere . On his bare chest, his face, his hands and arms.

“Logan!” I wanted to reach for him but couldn’t without leaving Wade to bleed out.

“Now peanut,” Wade cooed and slid out from under my touch. “I told you, baby knife is just for the bedroom.” With that, Wade yanked the knife from Logan’s shoulder. The spurt of blood made my head woozy and I gripped the counter to hold myself steady. Logan barely reacted to the five inch blade being ripped from his skin, just a small grunt.

“What’s going on?” My voice was thick with confusion. They had clearly been mauled and attacked in their own home, yet they walked around like nothing traumatizing had just happened.

“Target practice,” Wade said, using a kitchen towel to clean baby knife. Logan turned and dropped on the worn couch, the springs screeching in protest.

“What?” I grabbed at his wrist before he could walk away. “Wade, please, I hope you understand how jarring that was. Now, please explain and cut all the punny bullshit out.” Wade pressed a dramatic hand to his chest like I had insulted him.

“We’re mutants.” My eyebrows knitted together as I stalked toward the living room. Logan sat there, whiskey already in hand. He seemingly hid a bottle everywhere. Wade followed behind before collapsing on top of Logan. The older man snapped his jaws like an animal and a little snarl escaped his throat. Wade grinned, tugged at his hair, before going to the other end of the couch.

“Mutants? Like the X-Men?” The scowl Logan shot me turned my blood to ice. Some of that shock must have shown on my face because Logan glanced away, taking a hefty swig of whiskey, and Wade tugged at my bloody pinky.

“Ignore him, the X-men are a touchy subject for him, and never touchy in the fun way.” He scratched at his chest, some of the blood smudging. The skin was…

“You’re healed?” I knelt before the couch, hands feeling his chest. “Holy shit I thought you were going to bleed out.” It was impossible. The wounds were deep , I could have sworn I saw bone before.

“God I’ve thought about you kneeling there for so long.” Logan’s fist cracked into Wade’s arm. My hands flinched away and I quickly stood. “Hurtful peanut. You know my arms always take too long to heal.”

“Stop being a fucking creep,” Logan hissed. I turned to him and saw that the wound in his shoulder was also gone. Without thinking, I bent to touch the smooth skin, as if I couldn’t believe it without feeling it as well. Logan went still under my touch. I knew Wade didn’t mind the physical contact, he practically threw himself at me whenever I was around, but Logan was always just out of reach. I was too frazzled to think correctly anymore.

“So you can heal,” I mumbled.

“Very fast,” Wade said. He grabbed the remote and clicked on the tv.

“You can stop touching me now sweetheart.” Once again, I snatched my hands back with a mumbled sorry , a faint flush burning my cheeks.

“Comes in real handy with our line of work.” Wade was bouncing his leg, the couch squeaking under him. Logan’s hand shot out to still him, knuckles showing white for a moment. Wade winced and I heard another snap.

“Which is…?”

Logan answered for me, “mercenaries.”

“Oh,” I plopped down on the rickety coffee table. The information settled like a lead weight in my stomach. My first instinct was fear. They killed people for money. Would they then turn on me now? Curiosity tugged at me as well. I couldn’t explain it but there was something so magnetic about them. The edge of danger had always been there, especially with Logan. I would have never guessed it was this. Ever since I first met them, I knew I would be fascinated. I guess I had my answer as to why they were as fit as models. “How come I’ve never seen anything? Do you guys not have…guns or whatever?”

“He didn’t want to scare you.” Logan jabbed his thumb Wade’s way. I cocked my head at Wade, a tiny smile pulling at my lips. He actually looked a little bashful.

“I’ve found that women don’t always respond very positively to my intestines hanging out.” My stomach flipped and I sat a little straighter.

“Has that happened?”

“No, but a fortune teller told me it will happen when I least expect it.” He stood with an excited jump, moving to stand in front of a small closet. There was only a faint limp in his movement. As he walked, I became incredibly aware that both men were nearly naked, only clad in thin boxers. With every step, Wade’s well defined back flexed and his legs tensed. I only allowed myself a moment to take him in before I drew my gaze away. He turned and flung the door open with flourish. “Behold! My batcave!” I glanced inside, and found a tall gun case, massive stacks of ammo, and two katanas balanced against a red suit. There was a yellow one tucked next to it as well. “Mine is the red one, a very flattering color I assure you.”

“The yellow one is yours?” Logan just gives me a curt nod. His face is stone again, clearly done with this conversation. “Do you use any of that?” I ask, motioning to the “batcave”, whatever the hell that means.

Snikt.

“Woah,” I whispered. The three blades protruding from between his knuckles were shiny and looked wicked sharp. I leaned forward and pressed the pad of my thumb against the middle blade. It immediately split the skin and a drop of blood oozed down my skin. Logan watched my warily, like I was liable to jump on the claws at any moment. “Do they hurt?” There were small beads of blood around where they had pierced through his skin. With a flex of his veiny forearm, the claws disappeared. The blades slid smoothly between the bones on the back of his hand.

“Yeah, everytime.” I watch his skin knit itself together again with rapt attention. Once it finished, I ran my injured thumb over the regrown skin, our blood smearing a thick stripe across his knuckles. Logan’s hand was relaxed as I held it. Wade flopped back onto the couch, his head in Logan’s lap, baby knife clutched in his hands. Logan seemed resigned, face relaxing just a bit, and allowed Wade to rest. He withdrew his hand from mine before resting his arm across Wade’s neck. The motion was surprisingly domestic and it made my heart warm. Behind me, the Golden Girls theme played.

“Isn’t Al in danger with you two here? Don’t you have enemies that could find her?” The briefest sad expression flashed across Wade’s face. I stood suddenly, “oh my god where is she? Did someone already grab her and that’s why you were fucked up?”

“She’s fine, probably wandering the streets or whatever women of her age do,” Wade made a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Wade!” I stepped on his foot in my mad dash to my fallen purse. I needed my phone to do…something. Call someone? The phone call would sound ridiculous. Hi, I help a blind woman and her two mutant roommates are mercenaries and got her kidnapped. Yeah, totally believable. I had just snatched my bag up when the door opened and Al herself appeared.

“Fucking Jesus,” she snapped as she ran into me. My body sagged in relief at seeing her. I gripped her shoulders, just to make sure she was actually there.

“Oh my god Al, don’t fucking scare my like that.” Her hands flew up and shook out from my touch.

“Well you were late!” I wasn’t. “Are those two done fucking yet?” I twisted to look at the men on the couch. Logan was half way out the window to smoke. I could have sworn I saw him lick at his bloody knuckles. Wade was studying me, the hint of a challenge in his eyes, daring me to say something about their relationship. I smiled, hoping it let him know I didn’t care. But that easy look might have been ruined when pieces fell together. The knife. The three slashes to Wade’s chest. Their near nakedness.

Huh.

“Uh yeah Al, I think I ruined the mood for them.” She scoffed and shoved a grocery bag into my hands. I dutifully turned to the kitchen and began to store away the random assortment of items. She guided herself over to the coffee maker and began to load the grounds into a filter.

“I think you are one of the biggest things that puts them in the mood honey.” I heard a growl float in from the window.

Wade and Logan stopped avoiding me after finding out their true occupation. It never got any easier seeing their bloody bodies strew around the apartment. I slipped on enough stray bullets that I learned to watch my feet. Wade was always cleaning his guns with a concentration I didn’t think he was capable of. One night he forced me to sit down, offering his lap first and whimpered pitifully when I took the chair, and made me hold the gun, showing me how to cock it and flick the safety on and off. The name Chekhov was stamped across the side in shiny gold letters. “Do I really need to know this?” He leaned closer, cheek pressed to mine. His warm hands slid over my own, guiding me to a button that would pop the magazine out and helped me click it back into place. He had grown much bolder in his touching and I couldn’t bring myself to stop him anymore.

“Never know when you’ll need to flip the badass switch.” His bubbly finger tapped the glittering name for emphasis. I shifted in my seat to face him, my lips ghosting over his cheek. He followed my lead and our noses brushed.

“I didn’t think I would need that with you around.” A beat passed as we looked at each other. There was something soft in his eyes that made my heart clench. “You’re going to protect me, right?” It wouldn’t take much to lean closer, to finally kiss him. I knew he was thinking the same thing and my eyelids fluttered closed in anticipation.

The alarm for my Al’s meds broke the moment.

I knew I was sliding into a sticky situation. I found myself staying later and later, well past my shift with Al had ended. It was absolutely forbidden for me to become involved with clients. The excuse that they weren’t technically my clients wouldn’t work on my boss. I needed to make a decision. Either stop working with Al or end any attachment to Wade, and Logan by extension.

***

I’m not sure how Wade and I ended up on that date. He and Logan had been away on a job for a week. It was finally peaceful in the apartment but I couldn’t lie to myself, I had missed them. So I didn’t fight Wade too much when he asked “nicely”, aka demanded , he tag along while I ran errands for Al. She was the last person I had to visit for the day so I allowed him to drag me to a bar after I dropped her meds off. Logan had a dark look in his eyes when he saw Wade clutch my hand. “The old man is just jealous. He wishes someone would take him out, but he doesn’t do well in crowds, very bitey.” I smirked and let Wade choose our destination. His hand was steady around mine, giving it occasional squeezes as we rushed across busy streets. The bar he picked was properly seedy, full to the brim with haggard men with face tattoos. Normally, I would have run screaming from a place like this. But Wade was clearly well liked. He moved through the room, smiling and waving at everyone. He tried introducing me to some people but it was hard to keep their names straight. We found an empty booth tucked behind the row of pool tables. I eased onto the sticky laminate bench as Wade headed to the bar to get our drinks. I listen to the men next to my seat argue over who was supposed to break for their next game of pool while I waited.

Wade returned with my drink, a neon green one for him, and two small shot glasses. I eyed them suspiciously as he passed me one of the whipped cream topped shots. “I thought it was only right to start our date with a blowjob.” I coughed on my laugh, examining the glass. He tapped his against mine before downing it and I followed his lead. It was pure sugar, nearly masking the burn of the alcohol.

“Whoever made this has clearly never given a blow job. Way too sweet.” Wade grinned in that mischievous way he always seemed to when he was going to be especially gross. I had no idea why I was being so forward. But I felt light, happy. All my worries from work had melted away as Wade held my hand on our way here.

“Oh yeah? I’ve been told my cum is rather delicious. It’s all the pineapple I eat.” I rolled my eyes and matched his grin, propping my elbows on the table, head cradled between my hands.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat a single fruit. Or a vegetable honestly.” Wade copied my pose, fluttering his nonexistent eyelashes.

“How about you taste mine and I taste yours?” I pretended to contemplate, eyes scrunching, head tilting from side to side. My hand inched across the table before I plucked the cherry from Wade’s drink. He saw me, I could tell by the minute flick of his gaze, but he let me take it regardless. I yanked it from the stem with my teeth and chewed thoughtfully.

“Hm, I’m not sure. Don’t you think Al would talk if you were moaning my name so much?” He grabbed my wrist and dragged my hand closer. My breath caught as his lips enveloped my index finger and thumb. His tongue lazed over them before he drew back, the cherry stem between his teeth.

“Sweetie pie, I moan it enough as is.” I blushed and my stomach grew warm. The stem disappeared, his jaw moving. “I haven’t been able to convince the old bastard to dress like you yet. But he lets me pretend.” I took a big gulp of my drink and glanced away. The patrons were starting to get more boisterous. Their shouts echoed off the peeling wallpapered walls as they called for more rounds or catcalled some of the working girls. I watched as a pretty blonde walked off with two men. Would Wade and Logan take turns? Or would they pin me between them, spreading me open on both of their- “Jealous?” My head whorled back to him but only found a knowing glint in his eyes.

“Shut up,” I growled and took another deep drink. Wade’s tongue lolled out, in the center was a perfectly knotted stem. I shifted in my seat. This was not how I had intended the night to go. I wanted just a drink, conversation, and then home for a long awaited rest. But here I was, squirming at the mere sight of Wade’s tongue. “Impressive,” I mumbled. I reached across the table and plucked the stem from him. It looked like he was going for another kiss but my hand drew back too fast.

“I know it’s impressive. Just spelling out my name gets it all twisted like that.” I rolled my eyes with a smirk.

“You didn't strike me as a guy who would spell his name out. I thought you might be a little more creative.” He leaned closer, eyes just a bit too wide.

“Oh? What were you imagining I would do? I have a lot of skills and I’ll use them all on you.” Damn it . I finished off my drink and the booze buzzed down my body as it settled inside me. A small voice in my head reminded me that I needed to pick. That if I went down this road with Wade, I needed to stop visiting Al. But fuck, I craved the feeling of his hands on me. I dreamt of him and Logan anytime I saw them. My brain became more and more depraved as the weeks went on. I could barely look at them sometimes without blushing.

“Wade,” I sighed, twirling my straw in the slowly melting ice. “If we do anything, I have to stop working with Al. It’s a conflict of-“ he held a scarred hand up and my voice died away.

“No work talk. It’s Friday, let me show you a good time.” I sighed again but nodded.

The night passed blissfully. Wade was a strangely great date, much better than any guy I’ve been with recently. He asked me a million questions, ranging from my childhood, food allergies, to my favorite Mexican food. He gave me half joke responses about his own childhood, but gave me enthusiastic answers to everything else . He bought me another drink after he finished his but I was careful to sip mine slowly. The last thing I needed was a hangover. He also brought some greasy fries and I dove into them gratefully. We played one round of pool, which he won by only a few points. Then he promptly annihilated me in darts. “So unfair,” I groaned. “You do this for a living, I would have never won.”

“I thought you being sexy would distract me enough. Strip, then you’ll win.” I had that pleasant buzz running through me so his words just made me giggle.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that.” I held up my hand to cut off his next words. “Not now you horny bastard.” He pouted, lip stuck a full inch off his face. I playfully plucked at it. “Pout all you want. You gotta put more effort in to get me naked.”

That was perhaps the wrong choice of words because he bent down, his lips colliding with mine. I gasped but grabbed at his sweatshirt, clinging to him. He kissed like he wanted to eat me, all tongue and spit. He tasted as sweet as candy from the bright cocktails he had. It made my head swirl, skin heat. His hands moved to my hips and traced the sliver of exposed skin before they dove into my back pockets, and jerked me closer. I moaned into him as I felt the hard ridge in his pants pressed against my hip. The few whoops from our onlookers made me pause. “Probably not the best place.” Wade’s voice was a little husky, lips still close enough to mine that they moved with his words.

“No,” I mumbled. But neither of us disentangled from each other. “I should probably go home.” Wade sighed and straightened. He nodded, tucking a loose lock of hair behind my ear.

“Fuck you look gorgeous.” His voice was barely audible under the conversations and the music. I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off. “I gotta hit the head then I’ll take you home.” He removed my hands from his sweatshirt, but still held one as he guided me to where the bathrooms were, situated at the end of a long hallway. “Wait here, don’t get too many men drooling over you.” Once he disappeared into the men’s room, I let out a breath. He was overwhelming, equal parts sweet, filthy, and ridiculous. The last thing I wanted to do was be responsible. To go home and ignore all the things he made me feel. I had already gone too far, what were a couple more steps? I bit at my thumb nail and watched the bathrooms intently. I didn’t see any women come or go into theirs. I scanned the bar and only found a handful of them. I knew I would have it mostly to myself.

Cautiously, as if I was somehow breaking a law, I walked down and into the women’s bathroom. It was empty, mostly clean, and smelled fine. Which I’m sure is more than I could say about the men’s. I propped myself against the wall in the hallway, waiting for Wade to emerge again. Two men passed before I saw him. “Aw, I don’t need an escort out of this creepy hallway.” I roughly grabbed his shirt, and backed into the still empty bathroom. “Oh wow, the promised land.”

I slammed him against the door, far too rough from nerves, but his face lit up nevertheless, a little excited laugh escaping him. “How about you show me those skills you talked about, yeah? Consider this a trial period before I let you fuck my brains out.” He didn’t need to be told twice. He hauled my body tight against his, lips crashing against mine again. This time, I gave into his kisses completely, his teeth tugging at my lips. There was a pinch of pain each time but it only made me claw at his neck harder. Judging by the groan he let out, I think I broke through skin. His tongue prodded its way into my mouth and I moaned loudly against him. His hands slid all over my body before they hooked behind my knees and he carried me to the counter. He lifted me like I weighed nothing. My head was beginning to grow fuzzy from our kiss but I refused to part, greedily sucking air from him instead.

Wade was the first to rear back, gulping down lungfuls of air. I wanted to drag him back and kiss him till I was lightheaded again. “Goddamn woman,” he mumbled. I just hummed, moving my desperate kisses to his jaw. My hands crawled up his shirt and littered his torso with scratches. He leaned closer, my head hitting the mirror behind me, as he gripped my hips and dragged me flush against him. My legs curled around his waist, craving the feeling of his hard cock against me.

“Wade,” I whined while I ground my hips against his. I found a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear that made him rasp my name. He cupped the back of my neck, leading me back to his greedy mouth. His thumb brushed along my jaw before his fingers delicately laid across my throat. I arched my neck to give his hand better access to the column of muscle. But his hands slipped from me entirely so he could shove my shirt over my breasts. He buried his face between them, peppering the skin with long, sucking kisses. “ Wade,” I moaned, hips bucking desperately against him, “I need you to fuck me.” His hand went to my jeans, pulling the button free and easing the zipper down. I yelped when his teeth captured a bit of flesh and bit down, hard . But the sting of pain only made me crave him more. Finally his hand plunged under my jeans and into my underwear.

“So wet all ready,” he hummed, biting at more of my skin. He drifted over my clit in loose, but firm circles. With his free hand, he worked the cup of my bra down and captured my nipple in his mouth. I thursted against his hand in an attempt to get him to do more, to bend me over this sink and fuck me like I knew he wanted to. Instead, he traced the tip of his finger over my entrance and had the nerve to chuckle when I tried to force it inside.

“ Jesus, Wade , stop teasing me.” My voice was airy, tinged with desire. His teeth glanced across my nipple and I nearly wailed. “Wade!” My nails went to his head and dug into his scalp, heels digging into his ass in annoyance.

“I love the way you say my name, pretty girl.” His finger drove into me, pumping in and out quickly. He sucked one last bruise onto the top of my breast before he was kissing and licking back up my neck.

“ More , Wade,” I panted, “you aren’t going to break me.” He laughed, the sound sending goosebumps across my feverish skin. Another finger worked its way into me and my eyes rolled back at the stretch, a sigh catching in my throat. His thumb moved into more controlled figure eights. My legs trembled around him as he crooked his fingers inside, hunting for that spongy spot inside me. “Wade, oh fuck.”

“God you moan so nice for daddy Wade.” Something between a laugh and a sob of pleasure bubbled up from my chest. Heat oozed through my body, settled deep in my stomach.

“I’m not gonna call you that. Ah, keeping doing that, so good.”

“Are you going to call Logan daddy when he makes you wiggle like this?” He found his mark and stroked the spot deep inside me with complete focus. My hips bore down on his hand, chasing for the orgasm I sensed. “ Aww seems like you like the idea. You’re sucking me in so much.” He bit more bruises on my neck, tongue lapping at the skin after to soothe the ache. “I can’t wait to see you stretched on his big dick.”

I whimper, the tension inside me near breaking point. “Yours first.” The coil finally snapped. My eyes squeezed shut as a stream of his name and half gasps fell from my chapped lips. His free hand pinned my hip to the counter to stop its wild jerks. He scattered soft kisses across my face and cheeks as he worked me through my orgasm. It seemed to last an eternity and the waves of bliss made my body tingly.

Eventually, my body relaxed and slumped against the mirror, chest heaving. Wade’s fingers remained in me, lazily plunging inside. Now that the haze had passed, I could hear just how wet I was. The lewd noises echo off the cramped bathroom’s tiles. “Wade,” I mumbled, tugging weakly at his wrist. “You should get to fucking me now.”

“ Ew , how about you guys don’t. Do you know how dirty it is in here?” I jumped at the voice, scrambling to cover myself. Wade shifted himself to block me from view as I did. His fingers withdrew with a pop that made my face heat even more. The woman idly scrolled on her phone to give us privacy. My bra was fixed, shirt back over my chest, in record time.

Wade was fine to let us wait it seemed. His sticky fingers lingered on my stomach, running over the curves and stretch marks, before he buttoned up my pants. “Okay sugar bean, let’s get you home.” He helped me off the counter, my weak legs wobbling just a bit. He kept his firm arm around me for support anyways. I had half a mind to think it was just to keep touching me. I didn’t mind and leaned into his side, head against his chest.

The night was cool, the slight bite of oncoming autumn in the crisp air, and I breathed it in. My head felt clearer with each one. I went to pull away first, to tell him that I would see him on Monday, but he kept walking. “Where are we going?”

“Gonna take you home.” I blinked.

“How do you know this is the way to my place?” He made a noncommittal noise and shrugged.

“Is some light stalking a turn off?” I knew I was crazy, absolutely insane, because all I did was beam up at him and cling closer. We made our way to my apartment in long winding segments. First the train where he pulled my legs over his and kissed at my wind whipped cheeks. Then a stop at a late night burger chain where Wade promptly drowned his in ketchup. We walked slowly to my apartment, hand in hand. Exhaustion had finally reached me and my feet dragged behind me. The night had only grown colder, breath misting in front of our faces. I was wearing a light jacket as I anticipated being home before the drop in temperature. I drew Wade’s arm closer, pressing it against my chest, clinging to the bit of heat. “You know, if we were both naked you would be warmer.” I rolled my eyes.

“That’s absolutely not how that works. Also, my place is just around the corner.” We only had to walk a few more steps before I saw the familiar entrance to my apartment. Wade followed me to my door, leaning against the rail, waiting for me to fish my keys out of my purse. Once I had them in hand, I also tugged my phone from my pocket. “I don’t have your number.” I oddly felt shy, like this was too much of a leap. It felt more official like this. When I held it out for him, he took it eagerly, fingers tapping quickly. Then he kept typing. I peered down at my phone and saw him adding information for Asshole GILF, surrounded by an assortment of hearts. Quite frankly, I didn’t even know Logan had a phone, I had never seen him with it.

My stomach dropped when I saw Wade open a conversation with Logan and began typing. I was only able to read the words horny and get it up before I snatched my phone back. “Oh my god Wade!” I rapidly deleted the text, refusing to read anymore of his nonsense sexting. “I would prefer Logan to not think I’m trying to jump his bones.”

“Aw come on! Live a little. Logan loves people who come on too strong, especially on his face.”

“I think you are probably the exception, Wade. Logan doesn’t seem to want much to do with me.” His cold palms cupped my cheeks and drew me closer.

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, just you and me, yeah?” I nod, arms encircling his waist. The warmth of his chest spread into mine. “Logan dreams about you. He growls your name. He humps me in his sleep like a teenage boy. Then he wakes up and fucks me for hours.” My face heated at his words. I could feel him getting hard against my hip. “He wants you so bad it makes him crazy.” He pushed against me, just the slightest bit. “ I want you so bad it makes me crazy.” I realized that I never repaid the favor at the bar before being interrupted.

“Do you want to come upstairs?” Wade smirked, kissing the apples of each cheek then my nose.

“No, I’m gonna surprise Logan. He’ll go nuts when he smells you on me.” I blinked in confusion. I didn’t smell that bad, did it? “He has enhanced senses,” he explained. “He’ll be able to smell your cum on my fingers from outside the apartment.”

“Oh god,” I mumbled, stuck between embarrassment and arousal. “Okay, well, don’t keep Al up.”

“She has ear muffs.” I shook my head, chuckling at the absurdity. Wade pecked at my lips but didn’t allow me more. “Goodnight baby girl. Make sure you text me so I know who you are. So many crazy fangirls, you wouldn’t believe it.”

“Uh huh,” I teased, finding the key fob for my building. Wade left one lingering kiss on my forehead before giving me a nudge toward my door. The scanner beeped, door releasing with a click. I wedged the door open before it could lock again. “Goodnight, see you Monday.” I blew him a kiss before the door clicked behind me as I went to the elevator. I reached for my phone and searched for Wade in my contact list. Of course I found him listed as Bootycall . Instead of solely hearts, his name was circled by eggplants and hearts.

Me: you have to send me a picture for your profile. I could have missed you

The elevator dinged and the door slid open. I traced my usual route to my apartment, jiggling the lock open with my key. My phone buzzed on the counter as I set it down to toe off my shoes and hang my coat up.

Bootycall: once I’m done with Logan, I’ll send pictures for the both of us.

Bootycall: Do you have other fuckbuddies? How could you? We should be the only ones for you

I woke up late the next day to two pictures. One was blurry, but the brown hair and a pointy white tooth told me it was Logan. It seemed Wade had tried to sneak it and was caught. The picture of Wade nearly made me faint. Pearly white beads of cum were splattered across his face and dripped off his exposed tongue.

Me: I can’t possibly make that your contact picture

Bootycall: you’re right! Make it your background!

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In Motion - JJK (18+)

Pairing: Tattoo artist!Jungkook X Client!Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP, SMUT, Friends to FWB au

Wordcount: 1.4k+

Summary: You are finally letting Jungkook set everything in motion. And he is more than happy to show you what he has to offer.

Warnings: Rough sex, Jungkook is wearing a leather fit, he cums on her tits, he is kinky, he is a menace, unprotected sex (it's a no no), squirting twice, he callers her whore for once (because I had to put it!!) NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: Here is another unhinged smut.

If you are standing right beside the door waiting for Jungkook to arrive, then you don’t wanna ponder upon it. Never in a million years will you ever admit that you are horny as fuck and you are desperate for you hot, handsome and absolutely stunning tattoo artist.

Honestly, he has been dropping hints. He has been trying to let you know that both of you are on the same page but you, being you, have been playing hard to get. You are inflating your ego by reminding yourself that Jungkook is down bad for you even when he has a quite long queue of guys and girls trying to get fucked by him.

But not anymore.

You decided it’s about time you give in and take the chance.

Your doorbell rings once, pulling you out of the thoughts.

Taking a deep breath and a few moments (not to make it obvious that you were waiting just right beside the door), you open the door revealing Jungkook.

Your eyes wander down his body. Just as always, he is in his tight black leather fits. An arm full of tattoos starts just where the short sleeve of his top ends.

But before you could drink him in anymore, he is pushing you inside, making his way inside your condo without a single greeting.

This guy doesn’t even bother asking for permission.

He grabs you by your arms, interchanging your positions and pushing you into the door.

“Finally. You came to your senses.” Jungkook mouthed briefly before aiming right at your neck.

You let out a breathy moan because, again, Jungkook doesn’t prep you with kisses. He straight on bites down on your skin.

“I was always on my senses.” You interject.

His hands travel down and reach to the knot of your robe, pulling the loose end hurriedly.

“Uh-huh” he smirks, “Your little act of trying to play hard to get almost had me ending up on someone’s bed last night.”

He removes the robe within a blink. You stand there naked for his eyes wearing only your underwear.

“Oh? So, did you fuck them?” you place your question, tugging him closer, biting on his earlobe, eliciting a low chuckle from him.

“I said almost, darling. They weren’t enticing enough. I jerked off thinking about you and the things I could do to you.” his throat vibrates on your lips as you continue to litter open-mouthed kisses all over his neck.

Jungkook’s hands find your tits. He grabs both of them with both of his hands, squeezing the swells and twisting the nipples as hard as he can. His thumb then brushes over the tattoo right under your left tit, his own creation and also the reason behind the pumping sexual tension started between you two.

You are unbelievably wet right now and you don’t want to wait any more than you already have. And when Jungkook’s erection presses on your stomach, you lose it a little.

“Take me to the bedroom.” you whine as Jungkook rolls his hip into yours enjoying the distressed look on your face. His hands don’t stop playing with your tits.

“Look at you whoring right now. Who was denying my advances for the past few months, huh?” Jungkook smirks again, pinching on your nipple so hard that it makes you hiss.

“Stop teasing, JK. fuck me or get lost.” you object. Your voice is somewhere between a moan and a whine.

“I choose the first option.” he hoists you up, placing his hands right underneath your ass. You wrap your legs around him. Your core presses right onto his upper stomach. You are glad he chose to wear this extravagant leather top, otherwise he would have felt your wetness on his skin, which is kind of embarrassing.

When Jungkook drops you on your mattress, you see his eyes drifting towards the evident wet spot on your red lacy underwear. He stands at the end of your bed right between your legs, which dangle off the edge.

“Umm.. wanna taste that.” he mutters as he slowly pulls up his top above his head, leaving himself shirtless for your eyes. You raise one of your hands to touch that taut stomach and chest of his. But he slaps your hands away, grabs your wrists with one of his hands and pins them on your stomach.

“Not so soon.” he purrs.

His free hand pulls down your underwear in a swift motion. Goosebumps spread all across your skin as soon as your slicked cunt comes out of its cover.

Jungkook wets his lips with his tongue once and then dives down between your legs, sitting on his knees. His fingers work their way to part your folds and give his tongue a free access to your clit. He licks a stripe off.

“Oh Jungkook-” you whine, contained with pleasure.

His lips wrap around your clit and he starts suckling on the bud. Your eyes roll back with the session. You moan out some incoherent words every time jungkook sucks a little hard. His fingers plunge their way into your hole with no hesitation.

“O- Oh my g-god, Jungkook.” you shout at some point as you feel heat building in your stomach.

“I waited so long for this.” Jungkook goes on speaking into your cunt, “Only I know how much I wanna see you like this.” he twists his fingers in a way and touches a spot that has you seeing stars. And before you know it.. You are squirting on his face.

“Fuck, Y/N. You are raining.” Jungkook groans, detaching his face from your cunt. He lets your hands free while standing up and climbing on top of your body to attach his lips to yours.

“Fuck, did I just-”

“Yes. you just squirted all over me. Now taste yourself.” Jungkook crashes his lips on yours, poking his tongue into your mouth. You wrap your legs around his torso while your hands move to the south, touching his bulge through the leather of his pants. You squeeze it hard and Jungkook groans into your mouth.

“Don’t get me started, Y/N. You know I get hot hearted.” he mumbles, nipping your lower lip. You moan.

“As much as I would like to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, that can wait. Right now, I need to fuck your cunt for all the time you kept me waiting.” he stated, standing up and unbuckling his belt.

His cock springs up free as soon as it is out of its stuffy confinement. Your mouth waters at the sight. If you do this another time, you will certainly suck his soul out of him.

“Like what you see?” he asks and you nod.

“You could have gotten this cock inside of you ages ago. But no. Your ego is fatter than your ass.” He teases you.

“Stop being a jerk.” you fight back, already being far too gone.

Jungkook positions his cock’s head right into your clit. He thrusts once through your folds, rubbing your clit deliciously with his tip.

“Oh lord- Jung-jungkook where the fuck did you learn that?” You voice out loud, feeling your insides twitch again and he hasn’t even penetrated you yet.

“You know, this is how I like it.” he breathes as he finally pushes his shaft inside you.

His cock glides inside you so smoothly as if your cunt is made to accommodate it.

And then he starts moving. Your bed starts squeaking as soon as he picks up a rhythmic pace. One of his hands reaches down to pluck your hands from the sheets and place them above your head. His mouth drops down to your nipple, sucking and biting on the same. The thumb of his free hand starts drawing tight circles on your clit. And that’s it.

You squirt unannounced, again.

“Fucking hell. Two times in a row.” You heard Jungkook chuckling darkly but you are so gone with the overpowering orgasm that you don’t catch his contorted face that signifies the fact that he is nearing too.

You only feel it when he pulls himself out of you, pumping himself once and then spilling his cum all over your already ruined body.

It flies before you face like ropes of Champagne confetti.

“How was it?” Jungkook breathes hard, still standing at the end of your bed leading down to face you.

“The best I have ever had.” your answer makes him smirk.

You are still trying to process everything, including the white stickiness all over your tits, and stomach, but soon you hear him speaking again, “So.. if you are ready and if you let me.. I can set us in motion.”

And you know you are into this shit with Jeon Jungkook for a long time because there is no way you are denying him anymore, not when he can fuck you like this.

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3rachaslut · 1 year ago

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mirror sex w/ han

warnings: ROUGH sex, degrading, dacrophilia, bit of choking, pet names, (han calls reader slut, whore, etc) handcuffs, hair pulling, a cheeky slap, one mention of breeding

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts since the lollapalooza vlog came out but i was too scared to post but it’s 11:23pm so rn idc. enjoy xox

you were a MESS. sweat sticking your hair to your face mixing with tears that never stopped falling from your eyes from the unbelievable pleasure your pussy was receiving.

“oh babygirl, don’t make me ask you again, fucking look. at. yourself” han demanded from behind you as he gripped a handful of your hair, yanking your head upwards and forcing you to look at your fucked out self in the mirror in front of you. you couldn’t see much of what was going on from how your tears were blurring your vision but you could certainly feel it. han, mercilessly ramming into you, gripping you by the hair and the cuffs that tied your hands together behind you.

“such a good girl, taking my cock like the slut you are” han chuckles. “you fucking love this don’t you? being used like a whore”. and it was true, you really did. with each thrust into you, you jerked further and further forward, your breath fogging the mirror in front of you. your mouth hung open and you scrunch your eyes closed as the pleasure in your stomach grew more and more.

“s..ir” you whine out through jagged breathes, “s’too.. much..”. the pleasure in your abdomen causing another wave of burning hot tears to fall from your eyes. han pulls out of your aching cunt and quickly flips you over, arms still chained and your legs spread wide, on full display for him.

“aww it’s too much? can’t take it baby?” he mocks, tilting his head at you and laughing at your desperate head shakes. “thought you were a slut for my cock no?” he says, once again ramming into you and his head is throw back.

“FUCK! ah-“ you scream as he roughly thrust against your sweet spot, your pussy becoming wetter and wetter. he wrapped his hand around your neck and broken moans were flowing out of your mouth as han grinned at you in pride. knowing he was the only man that could make you feel like this and how you would happily submit yourself to him like this made him feel so smug.

“that feel good baby? having your pussy fucking ruined, yeah?” he says, frantically bucking into you and landing a slap to your tits.

“ye- YES! fuck-“ you mewled, struggling to think straight. you absolutely loved being so blissfully out of your mind all because of hans cock in you, practically destroying you. “wan- want you to breed m- me sir” you begged and han chuckled in reply.

“oh i will baby girl, but i’m no where near close to be finished with you yet…”

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imagining-in-the-margins · 2 years ago

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Growing Pains (S.R.)

Summary: When Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry, he didn’t realize how difficult it would be when he confronted his wife… and learned it didn’t belong to her, either. It belonged to their daughter. Request: reader and Spencer are happily married and have a 16-year daughter. She has a new boyfriend (her first boyfriend) and her parents are worried. They meet the boyfriend. A/N: Who doesn't love a little Dad!Spencer? Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Domestic Fluff (16+) Content Warning: Awkwardness, father & daughter relationship, protective Dad Spencer, lingerie, meeting the parents, firearms mention, Spencer finds his daughter’s lingerie and thinks his wife is cheating on him, it’s hard to explain, mentions of sexual themes, innocent kissing Word Count: 3.7k

There is something so mundane yet so serene about suburban life. That idyllic air that carried small bits of freshly mown grass and children’s laughter. That wasn’t to say that my life was uneventful, however.

After all, it would be nearly impossible to have a boring life while married to Spencer Reid.

But it was rare for me to feel any level of discomfort as I patrolled familiar halls. Mild annoyance, maybe, but never before had I felt such a sense of foreboding.

Not until that fateful day where I arrived home from errands to find that the clean laundry has already been pulled from the dryer. That in itself wasn’t bad—I was more than happy to let someone else do the folding—yet when I walked up the stairs, the hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention.

“Spencer?” I called.

“In here,” he answered without his normal enthusiasm.

Now that was unnerving.

The situation only got worse when I did finally open the door to find him awkwardly pacing around the room. My attention followed him back and forth a couple times before he came to a sudden stop.

“Hi honey,” I offered as gently as I could, “What’s up?”

“Hi,” he replied, still dejected and distant. He didn’t come any closer to me before he began fiddling with his fingers.

After a tense moment of silence, I asked again, more directly, “Are you alright, Spencer?”

“I have something very difficult to discuss with you, and I-I just want to ask for you to be patient with me.”

My heart sunk at the realization that the sense of foreboding was coming from him. The muscles straight up stopped beating, turned to rocks, and tumbled into my stomach.

I shook my head to try to stave off the stupor associated with shock.

“What are you talking about?” I asked because I needed to know just how much my simple suburban life was about to change.

Was he cheating on me? Was he going back to prison? Were their federal agents standing outside, ready to tear our family from our home?

When he finally began to speak, however, it was far from a satisfying explanation.

“I know I’m not always the best husband, and I know I can be absent and that the stress of the job and the kids and the state of the entire world, really, can get in the way of our time together,” he said with an increasing tempo.

“Spencer,” I said as a beg and a warning, “Just say it.”

He held his hands up in surrender as he pleaded back, “Please, just…”

I could feel my pulse in every extremity. My skin burned with blood and my lungs cried out for oxygen.

“I know you, I do,” he assured me before he continued, “and I know this sounds so unbelievably horrible for me to even accuse you of something like this, but…”

Me?

In that terrifying silence, I ran through our lifetime of memories to try to find something I might have done wrong. But no matter how hard I searched, I found nothing that might make him want to leave me like this.

Unless…

And then he said it.

“Are you… cheating on me?”

So quickly, my fear shifted to white-hot rage that came out of my mouth so ungracefully that I nearly knocked the lamp off the bedside table in my confusion.

“What?! No!” I shrieked, “Oh my god, what made you think that?!”

At first, Spencer relaxed. The veracity of my answer had been convincing because it had been true. But Spencer, clearly still concerned that I was somehow an award-worthy actress, continued to wring his hands together throughout his poorly planned confrontation.

“I, um… I found… lingerie. In the laundry,” he said with a tilted timbre. “And I know I’ve never seen it on you before, and I also know it wasn’t new.”

The busy blood in my veins immediately knew to cower. Before it had even struck me how utterly fucked I was, I was practically trembling with concern.

Spencer saw the fear, and instead of realizing it was about what he had no way of knowing, he interpreted it as a different kind of admission.

“So, whose is it?” he asked.

Stepping towards the bed, I motioned for him to take a seat. When he didn’t? I urged him, “Honey, sit down.”

“… Oh,” he muttered before practically collapsing on the bed.

Slightly annoyed by the dramatics, I rolled my eyes and sighed before I explained, “No, not that.”

He didn’t believe me, so I sighed again.

“Spencer, I am not cheating on you.”

That time, he sighed. I let him enjoy the brief reprieve before I threw him headlong into the worst kind of turmoil.

“What you found… isn’t mine,” I stated very clearly.

“But—?”

“It belongs to our daughter.”

The room fell silent. I watched as the realization dawned on him. Slowly, his glazed over eyes began to reflect the harrowing reality.

Then, all at once, his entire world came to a devastating end. Jumping up from his seat on the bed, Spencer grabbed his head and yelled in utter disbelief.

“What?!”

“Spencer, calm down,” I tried.

It didn’t work.

“What do you—she’s only 16! What do you mean it’s her—?!”

I watched from the sidelines as his brain short circuited. He tried to pace, but ended up just trapped in the same spot with flailing arms and wild hair.

Eventually, he settled on the question that had made me so nervous in the first place.

“Where did she even get it from?!”

“I bought it for her,” I said.

The fight left his body immediately. Spencer fell back on the bed and buried his face in his hands with a dramatic groan.

I sighed, again.

I was fully prepared to let him wallow in the grief of his daughter’s childhood, too. But then he had to go and say something silly again.

“Oh my god, I wish you had been cheating on me,” he strained, “That would have been so much easier than this.”

“Spencer!”

“I’m sorry!” he conceded immediately, “I didn’t mean it. I love you, I’m glad you aren’t cheating on me.”

Despite his well-intentioned apology, he remained inconsolable. I thought about giving him a moment to spiral, but I also knew that this was a bandaid that had practically fused into his skin.

At a certain point, it just became necessary for us to discuss it—with or without the dramatics.

“I know this is upsetting for you, but our daughter is almost a grown woman,” I explained to my pitiful husband who continued to make sounds of general protest. “I don’t want her to think of her body as anything less than something worth feeling good about.”

Finally popping up from behind his hands, he returned a bitter laugh.

“Okay, but is she doing it to make herself feel good, or to please some piece of shit asshole quarterback?” he spat.

He didn’t appreciate the way it made me laugh, but I couldn’t help it. It was a ridiculous notion and he deserved to be mocked for it.

“Spencer, your daughter would not be interested in a quarterback.”

He knew I was right, but in typical Spencer fashion, he refused to admit it.

Instead, he just huffed, “How would I know?!”

But I knew he would, eventually, respond to reason, so I didn’t relent no matter how much he begged me to.

“Sex shouldn’t be a scary thing for a teenage girl! I wanted her to know she can feel comfortable telling me things. Like if she needs condoms or the pill or, heaven forbid—!”

“Oh my god, please stop,” he groaned, “Just, give me a second, please!”

I allowed him the moment because I knew he needed it.

Sure enough, after a couple seconds of reflection and a few deep breaths, Spencer returned to his normal eccentricity. He even managed to chuckle to himself a little bit, although I’m sure he’d still felt his dramatics were justified.

He didn’t protest when I took a seat beside him on the bed. In fact, he was quick to lean on me.

I wrapped my arms around him and tried to stifle my laughter at how downtrodden he’d become. My hand smoothed over his hand and I tried to offer him reassurance that everything would be alright if our daughter grew up.

“Oh, honey, nothing has changed. She’s still our baby girl,” I reminded him.

“I know,” he sighed. Then, through laughter he muttered, “It was just a lot for me to go from thinking you secretly hated me to our daughter wearing lingerie, alright? It’s a lot.”

He buried his face against my shoulder and took another deep breath before he held me back. The simple gesture reminded me just how much he’d probably been through in past hour. Of course, it had all been self-inflicted and based on comical perceptions. But it was a lot, and I always loved the chance to comfort him.

We sat like that for a while. We sat with the knowledge that we’d made it this far. There was something special about this fear, because it meant that we had done at least a few things right.

That didn’t really help assuage any of the fears for the future, however.

“Is she having sex?” he asked.

I wished I had a better answer.

“I don’t know,” I admitted with an exhausted groan, “My plan didn’t work. She won’t tell me anything.”

“What do we do?”

It was a question I’d spent hours pondering only to end on the same-old, unsatisfying answer.

“I guess we just… wait until she’s ready to tell us about her boyfriend.”

Silently, Spencer lifted his head and turned to me. The foreboding returned with a vengeance, but this time, I was prepared for the question to follow.

“… her what?”

I’d always heard people say that domestic suburban life could be hell on earth. I’d always shrugged it off, convinced that I had figured out the impossible and remained happily in love with my wife and the proud father of a very well-adjusted daughter.

But as I stood in my bedroom, bereft of even the basic will to live while my beautiful, loving wife fixed my tie, I realized that they had been right.

Fatherhood was hell, and my wife was the devil’s favorite accomplice.

On any other occasion, her preening would have me melting between deft fingers. In that moment, however, I felt nothing but disdain at her attention to detail.

Because she was not doing it for my benefit. She was doing it so that my disheveled appearance wouldn’t upset another man. A cruel man who sought to steal away the brightest light of my life.

That night I had to meet my daughter’s very first boyfriend.

“Are you ready?” my wife asked.

“No, you took away my gun,” I replied with the utmost sincerity.

Clever eyes darted up to mine before she laughed. The sound brought me little comfort. I tried to be upset at how she took joy in my suffering, but my lips turned to a pout before a frown.

“Yes, you’re very scary, dear,” she hummed.

Then, without warning, she pressed her lips to mine. Perfectly painted lips felt different but still tasted sweet.

Those damned fingers smoothed over my shoulders until stern muscles relaxed once more.

Eventually they crept up and cupped my jaw. Gently—at first.

So quickly they turned brutal, pressing hard enough on my cheeks to force another pout from tired lips.

“He’s a sweet boy and you’re going to be nice to him, alright?” she warned.

If she hadn’t been squeezing me so tightly, she would’ve seen me smile.

“We’ll see about that,” I deadpanned.

Again, she laughed, and that time, it brought me all the comfort I could ever need.

That darling devil of a woman stole one more kiss before she whispered, “Good enough.”

For a moment, it was. But then the doorbell rang and, despite all her efforts to lift up a heavy heart, it still plummeted to my stomach at the sound.

So quickly, my favorite girls had fled towards the door and left me frozen in the lurch. My hands and feet felt numb as my heart tried to reason with a stubborn mind.

There were some things a father had to eventually face.

My little girl was growing up, and my bad knee probably wouldn’t survive the jump out of a second story window.

There was only one way out of this. I had to go through it all.

I could hear their voices, so full of joy and love that it made me ache at the thought of losing half of it.

But deep down, I knew that I risked losing her regardless of how much I resisted the boy she’d chosen.

So, eventually, I managed to shuffle stubborn feet down the hall and towards the living room.

Somewhat to my surprise, the boy’s presence was hardly noted. In fact, if my wife hadn’t been making such a fuss about the bouquet he’d handed her, I might have even missed him.

We locked eyes from across the room. The poor boy’s muscles seized in an instant. His shoulders crept towards his ears and he lost the battle of keeping his eyes on me.

There was a distant, fleeting feeling at the sight. Something not easily described, which made my palms sweaty.

My eyes almost fell to the floor, too, but they were stopped by the sight of my daughter. Seemingly unaware of my gaze, she’d thrown her arms around the boy the first moment that she could.

Again, my heart ached with a confounding feeling. With narrowed eyes and a fast-beating heart, I struggled to place it.

Thankfully, my wife was quick to interrupt before the two had caught me staring.

Before she called us all to dinner, though, I spotted that same wistful twinkling in her eye. She had simply been better at hiding it than me.

For that same reason, I let her take charge. I sat almost silent, successfully biting my tongue to save my daughter from the embarrassment of my unbridled enthusiasm.

Of course, her pride hadn’t been the only reason that I’d hardly spoken. There had been a couple more selfish desires.

The first was my unwaning concern about any boy who’d so much as looked at my daughter. However unlikely it might have been, I had to be certain that this boy was as harmless as he seemed.

My mind began running a million scenarios of increasing horror. Yet right before the fateful final moment, the theoretical fell flat.

There was, to my relief, almost nothing disconcerting about the boy.

Almost.

There was still… that funny feeling.

“Dr. Reid?”

The sound of a familiar moniker in an unfamiliar place—from an increasingly familiar voice.

“Hm?” I answered the boy.

“I hope it doesn’t sound rude, but I looked you up before I came,” he said with the telltale crackling of a nervous teenage boy.

“I don’t think it’s rude,” I said.

That’s what I would have done, was the unspoken realization.

“Well, that’s a relief,” he laughed.

My wife and daughter stifled a chuckle as they exchanged a secret set of glances that I didn’t understand.

“Your writing is way more advanced than my reading level,” the boy continued, “but I did try to read some of them. Your philosophy papers seemed so…”

He struggled to find the next word. His face twisted between a smile and something similar to a flinch. I recognized the hesitance like a mirror to the past.

“Would… hopeful be the right word?” he asked.

“Yes!” I shouted, to my own surprise.

And that boy’s face lit up like a properly screwed lightbulb from one of my very poorly received philosophy jokes.

I had become so excited by the prospect of being understood—for once—by someone so young and green that I could hardly contain my excitement.

“Which paper did you—?”

I cut myself off when I heard a soft sigh from the boy’s side.

At first, I’d thought that it was my daughter trying to warn me of my first social faux pas of the evening. But I was instead pleasantly surprised to find her contented smile. Although, it was aimed at someone else.

“No, please,” the boy beamed, “I want to hear about all of them.”

I contained the buzzing in my fingertips that tapped against the table. I turned to my wife for permission, but her slight nod didn’t provide me the confidence to continue.

It wasn’t enough until my daughter blurted out, “Go ahead, dad. I know what I signed up for.”

What confounding words to be uttered so simply. I didn’t dare question them then.

Instead, I answered his question. I spoke at length and about anything he could remember. To my surprise, the conversation wasn’t nearly as one or two sided as I’d expected.

By my daughters third question, I was forced to accept that she really had been listening to me all those years while staring down at her phone.

My wife had been the quietest person at the table. The whole dinner, she just seemed to lean back and admire the scene before her. But behind each sip from her glass, I spotted a cheeky smile that appeared alongside that wistful distance in her eyes.

I decided I would ask her later what she saw.

Later came sooner than expected, however. The summer sun had long since set when an unfamiliar phone dinged.

“Oh, sorry, it’s my mom,” the boy muttered. There was a brief disappointment that seemed to dissipate the moment he read the message. “I should really get going, anyway. I don’t want to take up your whole night with my curiosity.”

“He really would talk forever if you let him,” my daughter said under her breath.

I assumed it had been a comment about me.

I was wrong.

“It’s just not very often I get to ask a philosopher for his thoughts, okay?” he chuckled.

He must’ve felt my dumbstruck staring, however, because he stopped himself. He straightened his back the best he could but his hand still trembled when he reached out to me to shake it.

“It really was nice to meet you, Dr. Reid,” he offered.

I was too frozen by the shock of how many mistaken assumptions I’d made in such a short period of time to respond. I glanced down at his hand and recalled a time where I was adamant that I wouldn’t shake a strangers hand.

That hadn’t been true anymore (thanks to my very supportive wife and therapist), but my daughter still recognized the ghost of hesitance.

One stern look from her made me spring into action.

His hand was warm and softer than mine. The only calluses were caused by a firm grip on a pencil rather than a gun. There was nothing worrisome about the way he tried to follow every instruction manual for handshaking.

He was, as my wife had put it, a sweet boy.

“It was very nice to meet you, too,” I returned. Then, knowing how much it would mean to them both, I smiled as I added, “I look forward to next time.”

Their responses were everything I had predicted, and it was entirely worth whatever germs might have been transferred.

The moment I turned my attention away from them, I watched from the corner of my eye as they excitedly squeezed each others hands until their whole bodies were bouncing.

“I’ll walk you to your car!” my not-so-little girl shouted.

It was less walking and more dragging until he managed to catch up to her.

The sight tugged once more at my heart. That strange feeling crept forward again and I tried to find its name as the front door clicked shut.

My wife swiftly ended the thought, however, by grabbing my hand and taking off towards the stairs.

“Come on!” she half-whispered between her tugging and my stumbling.

“Where are we going?!”

“We’re going to spy on them!” she now fully yelled, “Hurry up!”

In a fit of laughter and with our hands never breaking apart, we did just that. We booked it up to the master bedroom and—with the lights still off—my wife’s clever fingers pried apart the blinds just enough for us to peer through them.

The suburban summer night was almost quiet enough to hear them make their inevitably awkward goodbyes. The soft glow of carefully placed streetlights painted my daughter in an even more beautiful light, and I could tell the boy in front of her appreciated it for everything that it was.

Yet he turned away from her first, with his hand lingering in hers.

Somehow, I knew what would happen before it did. Sure enough, my daughter refused to let go. She used that hesitance to leave and pulled him right back to her and straight into a quick, chaste kiss.

And that was when I realized what that feeling had been. That lurid memory, the subtle glowing of my heart, was the familiarity of it all.

The scene unfolded like a home movie ripped straight from my memory.

In perfect synchrony with that epiphany, my wife released a dreamy sigh.

“Do you remember when that was us?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I laughed, “I do.”

I remembered it all with perfect clarity, despite how far away it had fallen. I dragged the memories back up with the same insistence that my wife had used to bring me to that moment.

I remembered the butterflies in my stomach and the anxiety of knowing that I was madly in love with a woman that was much too good for me. I also remembered how it felt to clamor back into my car and have to drive away from her with the taste of transferred lipgloss on my lips.

As the boy drove away, I felt a wave of relief ushered on by my wife’s comforting embrace.

“I think they’re going to be okay,” she whispered.

“Yeah. Me too,” I agreed.

We’d seen it happen before.

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Veiled Passions (Josh Lambert x Reader)

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Summary:

[Josh Lambert x Female Reader] [Josh Lambert x You] After you and Josh had sex, the mutual attraction between you continues to grow stronger. You know that you should stay away from him - he’s your friend's dad, around two decades older than you and divorced. And yet, you both find yourselves irresistibly drawn to each other. So, as the year progresses, you decide to pursue a committed relationship while keeping it a secret from friends and family. But lies never live to be old - especially when they are this severe. And yet, he makes you the happiest you’ve ever been, but doubts creep in as you're reminded of the reasons you should steer clear. And when Dalton, your friend, also confesses his feelings for you, the misery deepens, complicating an already tumultuous situation. Amidst the chaos, one thing remains clear - your heart belongs to Josh Lambert. OR: Josh shows you who you belong to.

Wordcount: 11440

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, vaginal sex, smut, dirty talk, older man/ younger woman, daddy issues, face fucking, blowjob

A/N: There it is - the second part of my Josh x Reader stories. So I advise you to catch up on the first one before you read this one: Part 1: Pushing Further

Being a senior has its perks because you have the privilege to venture beyond the campus. While freshmen and those in between can also partake, the administration isn’t particularly fond of the idea.

The freedom to come and go as you please became a valuable asset, especially when it comes to visiting Josh at his house.

Josh, your friend’s father, is almost two decades your senior and divorced but also unbelievably hot and caring.

You got fortunate when you first had sex with him in Dalton and Chris’ room - you cleaned up and then chatted until they came by.

You still get wet when you think about that afternoon. It had been and still is, undoubtedly, the hottest thing you’ve ever done. You can still remember how it felt to have his cum inside your cunt dripping out while standing there, trying to appear normal while talking to Dalton and Chris and not like you just got absolutely wrecked by his dad.

Nevertheless, you decided unanimously that the sex in that room had been a one-time thing - the next time, he fucked you in your own dorm bed. And to avoid being caught by anyone, you decided it was safer to meet up at his place since it would have been hard to explain why he was in your room and not in his son’s.

So far, you haven’t talked about what exactly you are, but there is a silent acknowledgement that your connection goes beyond the superficial. Perhaps fueled by an underlying fear on his part - a fear of potential heartache. It’s as if he sees in you the power to evoke emotions that are both thrilling and terrifying. And he’s right with that - the whatever you have has the potential of stirring up dust for both of you.

Yet, there is a subtle yet undeniable gravitational force that draws you closer to Josh, and in turn, he reciprocates with a magnetic attraction.

But you know that your fondness for him goes beyond mere friendship or a feeling of infatuation - you genuinely like him.

As the year unfolds, so does the depth of your friendship with Chris and Dalton. Your bond remains steadfast, growing stronger with each shared moment. You make it a point to meet up as often as possible, cherishing the camaraderie and the sense of belonging that comes with it.

_____

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as you, Dalton, and Chris settle into your usual spot at the café. It’s a cosy haven amidst the hustle and bustle of the outside world, a place where you can relax and enjoy each other’s company.

Chris’s eyes light up with excitement as she leans forward. “Hey, guys, I was thinking,” she begins, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. “What do you say we do something fun this weekend? Maybe go on a road trip or check out that new exhibit downtown?”

Dalton nods eagerly in agreement. “That sounds like a blast! Count me in! We could even go camping if the weather’s nice.”

Your heart flutters at the thought of spending quality time with your friends, but as you consider their invitation, a pang of guilt tugs at your conscience. You already have plans for the weekend - plans with Josh that you can’t share with your friends.

With a regretful smile, you shake your head. “As much as I’d love to join you guys, I’ve already made plans for the weekend,” you explain, hoping they won’t press for details.

Chris raises an eyebrow, curiosity evident in her expression. “Oh? What kind of plans?”

You hesitate, knowing you can’t reveal the truth. “It’s, um, a family thing,” you reply vaguely, feeling a twinge of guilt at the half-truth. “You know how it is.”

Dalton nods in understanding, though there’s a hint of disappointment in his eyes. “No worries, we’ll catch you next time.”

As the conversation shifts to other topics, you can’t shake the feeling of unease that settles over you. Keeping secrets from your friends weighs heavily on your conscience, but the thought of betraying Josh’s trust is even more daunting.

With a heavy heart, you take a sip of your coffee, the bitter taste serving as a reminder of the complexities of your situation. As you sit in silence, lost in thought, you can’t help but wonder how long you can keep up the charade before the truth inevitably comes to light.

_____

The Saturday morning sun filters through the curtains as you make your way to Josh’s house. It’s early; the world is still waking up around you, but you’re filled with a sense of anticipation as you approach his doorstep. Each step brings you closer to the clandestine rendezvous you’ve been eagerly awaiting.

As you reach the familiar front door, you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. You can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in your stomach, knowing that soon you’ll be wrapped in Josh’s arms, lost in the warmth of his presence.

With a steadying exhale, you reach out to knock, the sound echoing through the quiet morning air. Moments later, the door swings open, revealing Josh’s face, his eyes lighting up with a smile as he greets you.

His brown hair is tousled in a charmingly dishevelled way, and your breath catches in your throat. His stubble beard, meticulously groomed, frames his jawline perfectly, adding an air of ruggedness to his otherwise refined appearance. But it’s his piercing blue eyes, shining brightly with warmth and affection, that never fail to leave you spellbound.

Every time you lay eyes on him, it’s as if you’re struck by lightning, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of his undeniable handsomeness. His presence alone has a way of electrifying your senses, leaving you breathless and longing for more.

Dressed in a soft white shirt that hugs his toned arms and contours deliciously over his soft middle, Josh exudes an effortless allure. Paired with grey sweatpants and bare feet, he exudes a casual charm that only serves to enhance his appeal.

As you take in the sight of him standing before you, radiant and inviting, you can’t help but feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins. There’s an undeniable magnetism to him, a pull that draws you in closer with each passing moment.

“Hey,” he says softly, his voice tinged with warmth. “I’m glad you’re here.”

A rush of relief floods through you at his words, dispelling any lingering doubts or anxieties. You return his smile, a sense of comfort settling over you in his presence.

“Me too,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Without another word, Josh steps aside, inviting you into his home with a gentle gesture. As you cross the threshold, you can’t help but feel a sense of familiarity wash over you, as if you belong here with him.

As soon as the door clicks shut behind you, Josh wastes no time closing the distance between you, his arms enveloping you in a warm, reassuring embrace. The world around you fades into insignificance as he pulls you close, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

With a gentle yet firm grasp, he tilts your chin upwards, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. And then, without a word, his lips meet yours in a kiss that ignites a firestorm of emotion within you.

His kiss is tender yet passionate, a symphony of longing and desire that pulses between you with every beat of your heart. The softness of his lips against yours sends a wave of electricity coursing through your body, igniting every nerve ending with a spark of anticipation.

As you melt into his embrace, you feel a sense of completeness wash over you, as if every piece of your being has found its rightful place in his arms. The world falls away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips moving against yours, each kiss deepening the connection between you.

In that fleeting moment, nothing else matters except the overwhelming feelings that consume you. And as you bask in the warmth of his embrace, you know that this is where you belong - in his arms.

As you break from the hug, Josh leads you into his living room, the soft glow of the morning light bathing the room in a warm, inviting ambience.

Both of you sit down on the cushions, and he pulls you close, sighing softly and content. As you steal a glance at him, you feel your heart flutter, and you know that this is the moment you need to talk about your feelings.

There’s no easy way to broach the subject, no simple words to convey the complexities of your emotions.

“Josh,” you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, “there’s something I need to talk to you about.”

He turns to you, his blue eyes reflecting concern as he reaches out to gently squeeze your hand. “Of course, sweetheart. What’s on your mind?”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the vulnerability of your confession. “It’s about us,” you say, the words tumbling forth hesitantly, and you see his brow furrow. “About where we stand, what we mean to each other.”

Josh listens intently, his expression a mix of understanding and apprehension - and fear. “Go on,” he urges softly, his voice trembling.

“It’s just...,” you begin, your voice faltering as you grapple with the weight of your emotions. “I care about you, Josh, more than I can put into words. But there are so many obstacles in our way.”

You pause, struggling to find the right words to convey the myriad of concerns swirling in your mind. “The age difference, the fact that you’re my friend’s dad... It’s all so complicated.”

Josh nods in understanding, his gaze softening with empathy. “I know,” he says gently, and as he continues, his voice gets quieter with every word until he is whispering. “Believe me, I’ve thought about all of that too. But none of it changes how I feel about you.”

His words wash over you like a soothing balm, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty. “I want something permanent with you,” you admit, your voice tinged with vulnerability. “Something real and lasting.”

A flicker of emotion crosses Josh’s features, his expression a mixture of tenderness and determination. “And so do I,” he replies, his voice unwavering.

“I want us to be in a proper relationship,” he continues, his words carrying a weight that fills the room. “I want you to be my girlfriend.”

The air seems to crackle with electricity as his declaration sinks in, and for a moment, you’re rendered speechless. His words echo in your mind, sending ripples of emotion cascading through your soul.

A soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you meet his gaze, your heart overflowing with warmth and affection. “I’d like that,” you say softly, your voice filled with a quiet certainty. “I’d like to be your girlfriend.”

The words feel right, settling into place like pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. In that moment, you know with absolute clarity that this is where you’re meant to be - in Josh’s arms, as his partner, his confidante, his love.

His face lights up with a radiant smile, his eyes alight with joy as he reaches out to take your hand in his. “Thank you,” he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity. “You mean everything to me.”

As the weight of Josh’s words hangs in the air, a charged silence settles between you, filled with anticipation and longing. In that moment, without a word, he closes the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a tender yet passionate kiss.

Time seems to stand still as the world fades away, leaving only the sensation of his touch, the warmth of his embrace. His kiss is like a symphony, each movement a melody that resonates deep within your soul.

In that fleeting moment, as you melt into each other’s embrace, you’re lost in a whirlwind of sensation, every nerve ending alight with the electricity of his touch. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes, a silent declaration of the love and desire that binds you together.

And as you pull away, breathless and flushed with emotion, and Josh’s brilliant blue eyes lock with yours, a surge of electricity courses through your veins, igniting a firestorm of desire within you. Without a word, he leans in once more, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that is both urgent and tender.

His hand cups your face with a gentle yet possessive touch, his fingers tracing the contours of your cheek as if committing every detail to memory. In that moment, there’s no room for doubt or hesitation, only the raw intensity of the connection between you.

The world falls away as you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips moving against yours, each kiss igniting a spark of longing and passion that burns brighter with each passing moment. It’s a dance of desire, a symphony of sensation that leaves you breathless and intoxicated with need.

_____

As the weekend unfolds in a whirlwind of love and laughter, you find yourself swept up in the magic of the moments shared with Josh. Each glance, each tender touch, serves as a poignant reminder of the deep connection you share, a connection that transcends the obstacles looming on the horizon.

Despite the challenges that lie ahead - the age difference and the complexities of your relationship with Dalton and Chris - you can’t help but revel in the joy of what you and Josh have found together.

But even amidst the euphoria of your budding romance, there’s a shadow that lingers in the recesses of your mind - the inevitable day when you’ll have to face the truth to confront the consequences of your choices. The thought of telling Chris and especially Dalton fills you with dread, like a Damocles sword hanging over your head, threatening to shatter the fragile peace you’ve found.

Yet, in the quiet moments shared with Josh, you find solace and strength, knowing that you’re not alone in this journey. He shares your fears and your doubts, but he’s also unwavering in his commitment to fight for what you have.

And so, hand in hand, heart in heart, you face the uncertainty of the future together, knowing that whatever challenges may come your way, you’ll confront them head-on, united in your love and determination.

As the sun sets on the blissful weekend spent in Josh’s company, a bittersweet sensation settles in the air. The time has come to bid farewell, though neither of you is quite ready to part ways.

Standing at the threshold of Josh’s front door, you exchange lingering gazes, each reluctant to break the spell of the moment. The weight of impending separation hangs heavy in the air, a silent reminder of the inevitable reality awaiting you both.

With a heavy heart, you muster the courage to speak, your voice soft but determined. “I wish this weekend didn’t have to end,” you confess, your words tinged with a hint of longing.

Josh nods in agreement, his gaze filled with a mixture of sadness and affection. “I know,” he replies softly, reaching out to take your hand in his. “But we’ll see each other again soon, I promise.”

The warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine, a reassuring reminder of the bond you share. “Do you want to meet up next week?” you ask tentatively, hoping to prolong the precious moments spent together.

A shadow of hesitation crosses Josh’s features, his brow furrowing with concern. “I’d love to, but I have the kids next weekend,” he explains, his voice tinged with regret. “It’s going to be a bit chaotic.”

Your heart sinks at the realisation that your time together will be limited, but you refuse to let disappointment overshadow the moment. “That’s okay,” you say, forcing a smile despite the twinge of sadness in your chest. “We’ll find a way to make it work, even if it’s just for a little while.”

A flicker of determination crosses Josh’s features as he meets your gaze, his eyes sparkling with resolve. “How about you come over during the week?” he suggests, a hint of excitement in his voice. “We could grab dinner or just spend some time together.”

A surge of warmth washes over you at his suggestion, the prospect of seeing him again filling you with renewed hope. “I’d like that,” you reply, a genuine smile gracing your lips. “I’d like that a lot.”

His hands gently cup your face, his touch sending a wave of warmth cascading through your body.

With a soft, reassuring touch, he smooths his hands over your cheeks, his fingers tracing the contours of your face with a gentleness that speaks volumes of his affection. The sensation is electric, sending shivers down your spine and igniting a spark of desire deep within.

With a gentle yet firm grasp, he angles your head upwards, his touch guiding you with instinctual ease. His eyes, a brilliant shade of blue, meet yours with a tenderness that steals your breath away, holding you captive in a moment of unspoken connection.

And then, without a word, his lips find yours in a kiss that is both tender and passionate, a testament to the depth of the emotions that bind you together. It’s a kiss filled with longing and promise, a silent vow to cherish each moment shared between you.

In that fleeting moment, as you melt into his embrace, you’re consumed by a whirlwind of sensation - the softness of his lips against yours, the warmth of his touch, the overwhelming surge of emotion that threatens to swallow you whole.

“See you next week, sweetheart,” Josh breathes, his voice laced with longing and affection as you reluctantly part from his embrace.

A bittersweet smile graces your lips at his words, the endearment wrapping around your heart like a comforting embrace. “Until next week,” you reply softly, your voice echoing with the same longing that fills his.

With one last lingering glance, you tear yourself away from Josh’s warmth, a pang of reluctance tugging at your heartstrings as you step out into the cool evening air.

The weight of impending separation hangs heavy in the air as you make your way back to your dorm at university, each step a reluctant retreat from the haven of Josh’s presence. The memory of his touch lingers on your skin, a lingering reminder of the love and connection you share.

_____

The familiar aroma of coffee envelops you as you and Dalton settle into your favourite spot at the café, the gentle hum of conversation providing a soothing backdrop to your afternoon. With steaming cups cradled in your hands, you both take a moment to savour the rich, comforting warmth of the brew.

“So, something strange happened the other day,” Dalton begins, his voice breaking through the tranquil ambience of the café. You glance up, the corners of your mouth quirking into a smile as you listen to him speak.

“What’s up?” you ask, curiosity piqued by the hint of intrigue in his tone.

Dalton shifts in his seat, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. “My brother was over at Dad’s place on Monday,” he explains, his brow furrowing slightly as he recalls the memory. “And he said he saw some women’s clothes in his house and so on.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, a surge of apprehension coursing through your veins. You try to maintain your composure, but the thud of your heart against your chest betrays the unease gnawing at your insides.

“Oh, really?” you reply, your voice carefully neutral despite the turmoil churning within you. “That’s... interesting.”

Dalton nods, his expression troubled. “Yeah, it is,” he agrees, his gaze fixed on the tabletop as if lost in thought. “I don’t know, it just seems weird, you know? I always thought maybe my parents would try again, but... I don’t know.”

His words hang heavy in the air between you, a palpable sense of unease settling over the table. You can sense the conflict brewing within Dalton, the uncertainty of the situation weighing heavily on his mind.

“What do you think about it?” he asks, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. There’s a vulnerability in his eyes, a silent plea for reassurance amidst the storm of emotions swirling within him.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, choosing your words carefully before responding. “I can understand why you’d feel that way,” you say softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. “It’s natural to hope for your parents to reconcile, especially after everything they’ve been through.”

Dalton nods, his expression thoughtful as he processes your words. “Yeah, I guess so,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “But still, it’s just... weird, you know? I never expected Dad to have a girlfriend.”

You offer him a sympathetic smile, knowing that there are no easy answers to be found in situations like these. “It’s okay to feel that way,” you assure him, your voice gentle yet firm. “But at the end of the day, your dad deserves to be happy, just like anyone else.”

Dalton sighs, a hint of resignation in his expression as he nods in agreement. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he concedes, though you can still sense the lingering unease in his demeanour.

As you sit together in the quiet of the café, the weight of Dalton’s revelation hanging heavy in the air, you can’t help but feel a sense of foreboding creeping over you. The fear of him discovering the truth about you and his father gnaws at the edges of your consciousness, a dark shadow looming on the horizon.

But for now, all you can do is offer Dalton your support and understanding, hoping against hope that he won’t uncover the secret you’ve been desperately trying to keep hidden. And so, with a heavy heart and a silent prayer for guidance, you continue to navigate the delicate balance between truth and secrecy, unsure of what the future may hold.

Dalton fidgets with his coffee cup, his gaze fixed on the table as if lost in thought. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of silence, he lifts his head to meet your gaze, his expression tentative yet determined.

“Um…I…There is something else I have been meaning to ask…” he begins, his voice hesitant as he struggles to find the right words. “I was wondering if... maybe you’d want to go out with me sometime?”

His question catches you off guard, a rush of emotions flooding through you at his unexpected proposal. For a moment, you’re at a loss for words, the weight of his request hanging heavy in the air between you.

But as you gather your thoughts, you realise that you can’t accept his invitation, not when you’re already seeing his father. The thought of hurting him further fills you with guilt, but you know that you have to be honest with him.

“I... Dalton, I appreciate the offer,” you say gently, your voice tinged with regret. “But I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

His brow furrows in confusion, hurt flickering in his eyes as he struggles to process your response. “Why not?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitate, unsure of how much to reveal. “It’s just... complicated,” you begin, choosing your words carefully. “I’m already seeing someone.”

Dalton’s expression darkens, a shadow of disappointment crossing his features as he absorbs your words. “Oh,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the din of the café. “I didn’t realise...”

You reach out to place a comforting hand on his arm, offering him a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry, Dalton,” you say softly. “I should have been clearer from the beginning. You’re a great guy, but... I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for you.”

His hurt is palpable, a tangible presence in the space between you. You can see the pain etched in the lines of his face the vulnerability in his eyes as he struggles to come to terms with your rejection.

“I understand,” he replies, his voice thick with emotion. “I just... I thought maybe...”

You can hear the hurt and confusion in his voice, and it breaks your heart to see him like this. You wish there were something you could say or do to ease his pain, but you know that some wounds run deeper than words can heal.

A furrow forms between his brows, his eyes reflecting a mix of hurt and confusion. “I... I thought you were interested too,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, we spend so much time together, and... I don’t know, I just thought...”

His words trail off, leaving an uncomfortable silence in their wake. You can see the turmoil churning within him, the weight of your revelation sinking in with each passing moment.

“I’m sorry, Dalton,” you say softly. “I never meant to lead you on. I value our friendship, but... I guess I didn’t realise how you felt.”

He nods, his expression pained as he struggles to come to terms with your words. “It’s just... it’s confusing,” he admits, his voice tinged with frustration. “I mean, you never mentioned that you were seeing someone. Not to me or Chris.”

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, feeling the weight of his accusation bearing down on you. Guilt gnaws at your conscience, knowing that you’ve withheld the truth about your relationship with his father.

“It’s... it’s still pretty fresh,” you explain, your voice tinged with uncertainty. “I’m still just... figuring it out, I guess.”

Dalton’s brows knit together in confusion, his eyes searching yours for answers. “But...” he starts, a note of disbelief creeping into his voice. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

The guilt weighs heavily on your shoulders, a burden that threatens to suffocate you. “I... I don’t know,” you tell him, your voice barely above a whisper. “I guess I was just... keeping it private.”

Dalton’s expression remains puzzled, his confusion evident as he tries to make sense of your explanation. “So, who is it?” he presses, his tone tinged with curiosity. “Is it serious?”

You swallow hard, the weight of your deception pressing down on you like a lead weight. “Um... well, it’s someone I met recently,” you reply vaguely, your voice faltering as you struggle to find the right words. “And... yeah, it’s... it’s getting pretty serious.”

As the silence stretches between you, a heavy tension settles over the table, the weight of your deception hanging in the air. And when Dalton speaks again, his voice is tinged with a hint of sadness.

“I want to be happy for you, I really do,” he says softly, his eyes betraying a mix of hurt and resignation. “But I think I need some space to process all of this.”

Your heart sinks at his words, the realisation of the pain you’ve caused him hitting you like a punch to the gut. “I understand,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. “And I’m sorry, Dalton. I never meant to hurt you.”

He nods, though the hurt in his eyes remains. “I know,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the din of the café. “I just... I need some time to figure things out.”

Before you can respond, Dalton rises from his seat, his movements stiff and uncertain. And with one last lingering glance, he turns and walks away, leaving you alone with the weight of your deception and the echoes of his pain ringing in your ears.

As Dalton’s footsteps fade into the distance, leaving you alone, a heavy silence settles over the café. The air feels thick with tension, each breath you take weighted with the guilt of your secret.

As you sit there, staring into your now lukewarm coffee, your mind races with thoughts of Dalton’s reaction when he inevitably discovers the truth about your relationship.

The realisation that Dalton harbours feelings for you catches you off guard, adding an unexpected layer of complexity to an already delicate situation.

You had always assumed Dalton viewed you as just a friend, never once considering that his feelings might run deeper. But now, with the truth laid bare, you can’t help but wonder how he will react when he learns that you are involved with his father.

The thought churns in your stomach, a knot of anxiety tightening with each passing moment. You hadn’t anticipated the depth of Dalton’s emotions nor the potential devastation his discovery could bring. The prospect of facing his hurt and anger fills you with a sense of dread, knowing that you will be the cause of his pain.

But even as you grapple with the implications of Dalton’s feelings, you know that you cannot hide the truth from him forever. Sooner or later, he will learn the truth, and you must be prepared to face the consequences of your actions.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you contemplate the difficult conversation that lies ahead.

But for now, all you can do is wait, trapped in the limbo of uncertainty, and pray that somehow, someway, you will find a way to navigate the tangled web of emotions that threatens to tear you apart.

With a deep sigh, you find yourself grasping for the lifeline of your phone, the urge to seek solace in Josh’s arms overpowering. Fingers trembling slightly, you unlock the screen and navigate to Josh’s contact, your heart pounding with desperate urgency, and you text him.

Hey,

Can I come over? I really need to see you right now…

Please?

The words spill from your fingertips, a plea born of desperation and the overwhelming need for solace.

Seconds stretch into eternity as you wait for a response, each passing moment feeling too long. Then, finally, a notification flashes across your screen, and you exhale a shaky breath as you read Josh’s reply.

Of course, you can come over. Is everything okay?

Relief floods through you at his words, a wave of gratitude washing away some of the anxiety that had threatened to drown you.

Without hesitation, you gather your belongings, the need to see your boyfriend overpowering any lingering doubts or hesitations.

With each step towards his house, the weight on your shoulders lifts slightly, replaced by a glimmer of hope that perhaps, in his embrace, you’ll find the strength to weather the storm raging within you.

Arriving at Josh’s doorstep, you knock eagerly, the sound echoing through the quiet evening air. The door swings open, revealing Josh’s familiar silhouette framed in the soft glow of the hallway light. Without a word, he pulls you into his arms, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you in a cocoon of comfort and security.

As you sink into his arms, the weight of your troubles begins to lift, replaced by the simple reassurance of being held by someone who cares. In that moment, as you bury your face in Josh’s chest, you know that you’re exactly where you need to be.

Then, as if sensing your need for a moment of connection, Josh pulls back ever so slightly, his hands gentle as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face.

In that simple gesture, you feel a rush of gratitude and affection, a silent acknowledgement of the bond that exists between you. And before you can say a word, he leans forward, kissing your forehead softly.

The gesture sends a shiver down your spine, a tangible reminder of the depth of his care and concern for you. For a moment, you simply stand there, lost in the warmth of his touch and the softness of his lips against your skin.

With a wordless understanding, Josh steps back, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of tenderness and reassurance. He gestures for you to come inside, his silent invitation a promise of safety and comfort in the midst of the storm. With a grateful nod, you follow him into the warmth of his home.

As you settle into Josh’s living room, the weight of your troubles pressing heavily upon you, he takes a seat beside you. His blue eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now reflect a hint of concern. “So, what happened?” he asks gently, his voice a soft murmur that cuts through the silence.

“It’s about Dalton,” you continue, your words hesitant as you try to find the right way to explain. “Today, at the coffee shop... he...”

Josh’s brows furrow slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his features. “He what?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, his blue eyes searching your face for any signs of what happened that left you so distraught.

“He told me that he... has feelings for me,” you admit, the weight of the confession hanging heavy in the air between you.

His hand freezes mid-motion, his fingers tangled in his hair, his eyes widen in surprise, and his lips part slightly as he processes your words.

“I see,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a mix of emotions you can’t quite decipher. He leans forward, his arms resting on the table, his muscles flexing slightly under the fabric of his shirt as he waits for you to continue.

You swallow hard, the weight of the conversation settling heavily on your shoulders. “I... I didn’t know how to respond,” you admit, your gaze dropping momentarily before meeting Josh’s again. “I care about him, of course, but not in the same way.”

You take a deep breath, feeling a knot form in your stomach as you gather the courage to speak your truth. “Josh,” you continue, your voice gaining strength, “I want you to know that I only want you.”

The room falls silent, the gravity of the conversation hanging heavy in the air. You watch Josh carefully, waiting for his response, the uncertainty gnawing at your insides.

His blue eyes meet yours, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty flickering within them. He leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair once more, the tousled strands falling across his forehead in a way that makes your heart skip a beat.

His brow is furrowed slightly, and his lips are drawn into a thin line while the soft afternoon light filters through the window, casting a warm glow on his features and highlighting the gentle contours of his face.

For a long moment, he says nothing, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the walls of his living room. His eyes, a mesmerising shade of deep blue, reflect the turmoil of emotions swirling within him. His jaw clenches slightly, the muscles flexing beneath the surface as he grapples with his own thoughts and emotions. The silence stretches on, the tension between you growing more palpable by the second.

And then, finally, Josh’s eyes search yours, a hint of uncertainty clouding their usually bright blue depths. “Maybe... maybe someone like Dalton would be better for you,” he suggests quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

The words hit you like a ton of bricks, a shockwave of disbelief rippling through your body. You stare at him, the weight of his words sinking in with a sickening finality as your heart aches at the thought of losing him.

“But Josh,” you protest, your voice trembling with emotion. “I don’t want someone like Dalton. I want you.”

He meets your gaze, his eyes filled with a sadness you can’t bear to see. “I know,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with regret. “But maybe... maybe I’m not what you need.”

The words hang in the air between you, a painful reminder of the chasm that lies between your desires and reality. You want to reach out to him, to plead with him to see things differently, but the weight of his resignation holds you back.

At that moment, you realise that no matter how much you want things to be different, you can’t force Josh to change his mind.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to come to terms with the harsh reality of the situation. You had hoped that Josh would be the one to offer you solace in your time of need, but now, it seems that even he can’t fill the void that lies within you.

With a heavy heart, you rise from your seat, the weight of your sorrow pressing down on you like a physical burden. “I should go,” you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Josh nods, his expression filled with a sadness that mirrors your own. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “I wish things could be different.”

But as you turn to leave, a surge of frustration and anger rises within you. You refuse to accept defeat without a fight, not when he clearly wants you as much as you want him. You whirl around to face Josh, determination flashing in your eyes.

“No, Josh,” you say firmly, the intensity of your emotions rising. “I won’t accept that. I won’t settle for someone else when all I want is you.”

He looks away, his expression troubled as he grapples with his own thoughts. “I just don’t know if this is such a good idea,” he admits, his voice filled with uncertainty.

You reach across the table, taking his hand in yours, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “Josh, look at me,” you say firmly, your voice filled with conviction as you wait for him to meet your eyes before continuing. “From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special between us. I wanted you then, and I want you now.”

His eyes widen in surprise at your outburst, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air between you. But you refuse to back down, the fire burning bright within you.

“I love you, Josh,” you declare, the words tumbling from your lips before you can stop them. “And I won’t let you push me away because you’re too afraid to face your own feelings.”

For a moment, the room is filled with a deafening silence, the tension crackling between you like electricity. And then, slowly but surely, Josh’s expression softens, his walls crumbling in the face of your unwavering resolve. He looks at you, his blue eyes searching yours for a moment before he finally speaks.

“I... I love you too,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper and filled with a tenderness that takes your breath away. “But I’m scared, sweetheart. I’m scared of what this could mean for us. Especially now that Dalton has feelings for you.”

You step forward, closing the distance between you until you’re standing mere inches apart. With a trembling hand, you reach out to cup his cheek, the warmth of his skin sending a shiver down your spine.

“We can face this together,” you say softly, your voice filled with hope.

His gaze softens, a glimmer of affection and determination dancing in his eyes as he draws nearer. “Yes, we will,” he murmurs, his voice a gentle reassurance amidst the storm of emotions.

With his vow echoing in your ears, you close the distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a tender, desperate kiss. The initial brush of your lips ignites a fierce passion between you, each touch sparking a wildfire of desire that threatens to consume you both.

His body responds to your touch, drawing you in closer as if unable to get enough of you.

As you both lose yourselves in the passionate embrace, his hands roam over your back, pulling you nearer with each caress. His touch sends electric currents coursing through your veins, drawing you closer with an irresistible magnetism.

When he pulls back slightly with a soft groan, his eyes flutter closed, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he tries to steady himself. But the yearning between you is undeniable, pulling you back into each other’s arms with an irresistible force.

But before you can catch your breath, his lips find yours once again, reigniting the flames of passion that threaten to consume you both.

“I want you, Josh - only you,” you whisper breathlessly, the words a fervent declaration of your undying love and devotion.

His hands slide up your back, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine as he pulls you even closer as if trying to erase the space between you. You can feel the fervour in his embrace, his body trembling slightly with the intensity of his desire, his lips seeking yours with a hunger that matches your own.

“I can’t imagine wanting anyone else either, sweetheart,” Josh murmurs against your lips, his voice laced with raw emotion. “The way you make me feel... it’s indescribable.”

His words wash over you like a comforting wave, enveloping you in a cocoon of love and longing. In this moment, there is no doubt, no hesitation, only the overwhelming certainty of your connection.

With each word he speaks, you feel your heart swell with love for him, aching to express the depth of your emotions in return. But words seem inadequate in the face of such overwhelming passion, so instead, you let your actions speak for you.

You deepen the kiss, pouring all of your love and desire into the tender caress of your lips against his. as you lose yourself in the intoxicating rhythm of his kisses.

Feeling a surge of emotion overwhelming you, you break the kiss, your heart pounding in your chest as you take a deep breath.

With a shaky breath, you reach out, your fingers trailing lightly over his skin as you trace the contours of his jaw. His eyes never leave yours, a silent acknowledgement passing between you as you share this intimate moment.

With trembling hands, you slowly sink to your knees before him. The gravity of the moment washes over you like a tidal wave.

Looking up at him, your eyes meet his, a mixture of love, desire, and vulnerability reflected in their depths. There’s a raw intensity between you, a silent understanding of the depth of your connection and the magnitude of your feelings.

“Josh,” you whisper, your voice barely above a breath, filled with a mixture of reverence and longing. “I need you. I need us.”

You begin to trace delicate patterns over the fabric of his jeans, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath. Each touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through you, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce within your veins.

Josh watches you intently, his gaze locked on yours with an intensity that makes your heart race even faster. His breath hitches slightly as your fingers dance over his legs.

You can feel the tension building between you, a palpable energy that crackles in the air around you. It’s as if the world has faded away, leaving only the two of you in this moment of pure connection and desire.

With each caress, you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper under his spell, lost in the intoxicating whirlwind of sensation and emotion. There’s a hunger in his eyes, a silent plea for more, and you’re more than willing to oblige.

Your touch grows bolder, more urgent, as you trace the outline of his muscles, feeling the strength and power that lies beneath his clothes. His breath comes in short, ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling with each passing moment.

And as you continue to explore his body with your fingertips, you can’t help but marvel at the beauty and complexity of the man before you. He’s so much more than just a physical being - he’s a soul, a heart, a mind, all wrapped up in one irresistible package.

As Josh watches before him, his eyes widen with a mix of surprise and excitement. Without hesitation, you quickly reach for the waistband of his pants, your fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. With a swift motion, you push his trousers and boxers down to his ankles, and he steps out of them gracefully.

His erection springs free, thick and hard, glistening with anticipation, and you can’t help but lick your lips as you take in the sight. The dim light of the room dances across his skin, highlighting every curve and contour of his muscular frame.

His breath comes in short, ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. There’s a hunger in his eyes, a primal desire that mirrors your own. He reaches out to you, his hand trembling slightly as he cups your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “I can’t believe you’re here with me, doing this.”

His words send a thrill coursing through you, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce within your veins. You lean into his touch, your heart pounding in your chest as you feel the heat of his body radiating against your skin.

You reach out and wrap your hand around the base of his dick, causing his breath to hitch and his eyes to roll back in his head. He is hot and heavy in your hand, thick enough that you can’t close your fingers around him as you jerk him off slowly.

After a few pumps, you swirl your tongue over the head of his cock, coating him in your saliva and tasting his precum. Josh groans lowly in his chest as you tease him with your mouth.

The whole situation turns you on beyond belief, and you really like how responsive and loud he can be - it gives you the confidence to continue and take it even further.

So you open your mouth and take the tip inside, sucking lightly as your hand continues to stroke his length.

As Josh’s hands find their way into your hair, gently gripping the strands, you feel a rush of electricity shoot through your body. His touch is both commanding and tender, his fingers threading through your hair with a delicate precision that sends shivers down your spine.

His breath comes in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling with each ragged exhale. His eyes flutter shut, lashes brushing against his cheeks as he succumbs to the pleasure radiating from your touch.

“Christ, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice rough and strained with desire. “You know how to drive me crazy. Keep doing that, please…”

His words send a thrill coursing through you, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce within your veins. You continue to take him deeper into your mouth, relishing in the way he responds to your touch, his body trembling with anticipation.

As his fingers tighten in your hair, you feel a surge of desire and unconsciously clench your things.

The sensation of your warm mouth enveloping further causes his breath to hitch in his throat as he gasps in ecstasy.

His moans grow louder, echoing off the walls of the room as the sensation threatens to overwhelm him. “Sweetheart, that feels incredible,” he groans, his voice husky with desire.

When you run your fingernails over his balls while pleasuring him with your mouth, he bucks his hips, causing his cock to be pushed down your throat.

You gag from the sudden intrusion and instantly feel tears pooling in your eyes.

Josh keeps his dick deep inside your mouth until he realises you’re gagging on him. His grip on your hair slackens, and his eyes widen with concern as he pulls back slightly, watching you carefully.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to push it that far,” Josh’s voice is filled with genuine concern, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

But before he can say anything more, the words tumble from your lips without a second thought. “Fuck, do it again,” you gasp, your voice hoarse with desire as you struggle to catch your breath.

His face contorts into a mix of surprise and excitement, his eyes widening in disbelief at your bold request. But he won’t hesitate for your pleasure. With renewed determination, he gently pushes his cock back into your throat.

You gag again, but this time you’re more prepared for his dick, so it’s easier to take it. His fingers tangle in your hair, a firm grip that sends a thrill down your spine as he takes control of the situation.

Looking up at him, you’re struck by the sight before you. His mouth is slightly parted, lips glistening with anticipation as his tongue occasionally darts out to moisten them. His brows knit together in concentration, a display of the focused desire that burns within him.

Beads of sweat adorn his forehead, catching the light and casting a soft sheen over his features. His blue eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now smoulder with a fiery intensity that ignites a passionate flame within you.

As he guides your movements with a gentle yet firm hand, you feel a rush of excitement course through your veins. Each touch, each stroke, sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, building the anticipation to dizzying heights.

In the heat of the moment, you find yourself lost in his gaze, captivated by the raw hunger that burns within him. His touch is electric, sending sparks dancing across your skin as he guides his cock deeper into your throat.

Saliva pools around his dick and drips over your chin and onto the floor as you gag lightly with each thrust.

Josh’s hips pick up pace as he continues to fuck your mouth, driving himself closer to climax. And as you surrender to the passion that courses through you, you know that this moment will be etched into your memory forever.

His breath is ragged, his chest rising and falling with each laboured breath as he pulls out of your mouth, his dick coated with your spit.

Almost greedily, you take a few deep breaths to fill your lungs with air again properly as you try to steady yourself after the intensity of the moment.

Worldlessly he steps closer to you, his hard cock still glistening with your saliva and his precum, framed by his shirt that sits clings tight to his defined frame, accentuating his toned arms and soft middle.

Bending down, he presses his lips against yours, his tongue eagerly seeking entrance as he pulls you up to stand. The kiss is electrifying, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your veins as you lose yourself in the sensation of his touch.

With a primal need driving him, Josh breaks the kiss, his lips parting from yours as he slowly removes his shirt. As the fabric slips off his shoulders, it reveals the expanse of his chest, every muscle rippling beneath smooth skin. He tosses the shirt aside without a second thought, his gaze never leaving yours.

You follow suit, fingers fumbling with the buttons of your own shirt until it falls away, leaving you bare before him.

There’s a moment of hesitation, a fleeting pause as you drink in the sight of each other, the raw desire reflected in your eyes. The sight of him, shirtless and exposed, sends a shiver down your spine.

Appreciatively, you let your eyes wander over his defined, muscular arms - the play of light and shadow accentuates the contours of his muscles, creating a mesmerising display of power and grace.

As your eyes roam over his torso, your gaze is drawn to the dusting of brown and grey chest hair that adorns it. Each strand seems to catch the light, creating a subtle shimmer that adds to his allure.

You trace the trail of hair with your eyes, following it as it leads over the softness of his middle, which is a gentle curve that speaks of warmth and comfort. It’s a stark contrast to the chiselled lines of his arms, yet somehow, it only adds to his allure.

His skin is warm to the touch, and you can feel the heat radiating off him as he moves closer to you.

His gaze roams hungrily over your exposed skin, tracing the curve of your waist, the swell of your breasts, and the line of your collarbone.

Without a word, you step closer, closing the distance between you until you’re standing mere inches apart. His hand finds its way to the small of your back, pulling you into his form until your bodies are pressed together, skin against skin, heart against heart.

His touch is electric, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your veins as you lose yourself in the sensation of him. The fire that burns within you is fuelled by him.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, sweetheart,” he growls, low and primal deep in Josh’s chest, sending a shiver down your spine as you feel the intensity of his desire wash over you. It’s a sound that speaks volumes, letting you know exactly what he plans to do with you in the moments to come.

His eyes, dark with passion, lock onto yours with a hunger that sets your heart racing. There’s an unmistakable longing in his gaze, a fierce desire that leaves no room for doubt about his intentions.

He lifts your legs up, resting them on his shoulders as he positions himself at your cunt.

You moan loudly when the tip of his hard, thick cock parts your slick pussy, entering you without resistance. The stretch of his dick sends shivers down your spine as he continues to push it slowly into you.

This is the first time he takes you without proper preparation - normally, he would eat you out or at least finger you before, but you can’t bring yourself to really care.

Not when he feels so good, so right, and so big inside you.

Josh’s intense blue eyes remain fixed on you, unwavering as they drink in your every reaction. It’s as though he’s trying to memorise every detail of your face, committing the moment to memory as he loses himself in the depths of you.

You mewl when he bottoms out deep in your cunt, filling you completely.

“You feel so good, Josh,” you whisper breathlessly, your chest heaving with desire. “Please, move.”

Your words hang in the air, thick with longing and anticipation, as you await his response. Josh’s gaze darkens with desire, his lips parting slightly.

With a low growl of approval, he shifts his weight, his movements deliberate and controlled as he begins to move against you, his hips setting a steady, deep rhythm. The sensation of his body moving with yours sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you.

As he moves, his hands roam over your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You gasp at the sensation of his touch, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

With each movement, the pleasure builds, the tension between you reaching a fever pitch as you both give in to the undeniable chemistry that burns between you. At this moment, there is nothing else in the world, but the two of you lost in a sea of desire and passion.

And as you cling to each other, consumed by the heat of the moment, you know that this is just the beginning of a night that promises to be filled with ecstasy and bliss.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says, his voice hoarse with desire. “Take it.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire deep within you as you move together in perfect harmony. Every touch and every movement is electric, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you with each passing moment.

“God, you’re so hot,” he groans, his eyes locked on your heaving chest. His words only fuel the flames of passion between you, driving you both to new heights of ecstasy.

His thrusts become more forceful, each one driving deeper into your pussy. The smell of your sweat mingles with the slick sounds of our skin slapping against each other.

He slowly lowers his head, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking hard, igniting every nerve ending it touches with a searing intensity. You arch your back, a moan escaping from your lips as he teases the sensitive nub with his tongue.

His lips follow, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses in their wake, each one leaving you gasping for breath.

“You’re so damn responsive for me,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice husky with desire. His hands roam freely over your body, tracing the curves and contours with a possessive urgency that sends a thrill down your spine as he moves to capture the other nipple between his teeth gently.

“Only for you, just you,” you mewl, your voice barely a whisper as you surrender to the overwhelming pleasure washing over you.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he grunts out, his words punctuated by the soft sounds of his lips trailing lower, his breath hot against your skin.

His hands grip your thighs tightly as he drills into you, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you.

You feel like he electrifies you, setting every nerve ending ablaze with a tantalizing intensity. With each caress, each whispered word, each deep thrust, he ignites a fire deep within you, stoking the flames of desire until they burn with an almost unbearable intensity.

You feel yourself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building with each passing moment until you’re on the brink of losing yourself entirely to the intoxicating sensation he evokes within you, your cunt clenching around him.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” his voice is rough with desire as he encourages you, each word sending a jolt of electricity through your body as he pushes deeper and faster into you.

His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, the exertion of pleasure etched across his features as sweat beads on his forehead glistening in the dim light.

“Nobody fucks me like you do. Nobody pleases me like you do,” you stammer, your words a mixture of moans and gasps, “You feel so good, Josh.”

“You belong to me,” he growls possessively, his voice thick with desire and dominance, his hips slamming against yours as he takes you roughly. The headboard of the sofa thuds against the wall with each powerful thrust.

His eyes, darkened with desire, lock onto yours, his gaze filled with intensity as he thrusts deeper into you. He dominates you with a primal energy, his every touch igniting a fire within you. As the pleasure builds, you feel yourself getting closer to climax, the intensity of the moment overwhelming yet exhilarating.

Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you feel the tension building within you, reaching a fever pitch. “I’m so close,” you whimper, the desperation evident in your voice.

His own breath comes in ragged gasps as he urges you on, his voice a deep growl of desire. “Let it all go, sweetheart,” he encourages, his hands gripping your hips as his hips thrust rapidly into you and his thumb finding your clit to rub rough circles. “I want to feel you come apart in my arms.”

With his encouragement ringing in your ears, you give yourself over to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through your body. Every nerve ending is alight with sensation as you tumble over the edge, waves of ecstasy crashing over you in relentless waves.

He watches you with hunger in his eyes, his own release imminent as he follows you into oblivion. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he groans, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax. “Let me feel you.”

With one final, desperate cry, you shatter into a million pieces, the intensity of your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave as his name falls from your lips over and over. And as you collapse against him, spent and sated, his fingers dig into your hips for better control as he drives into you one last time.

He releases himself into you, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. His hot seed pumps into you, filling every inch of your tight cunt as he loses control completely.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes heavily, still buried deep inside you. You feel your pussy clenching and throbbing, pulsating with the aftermath of your orgasm, milking his aching dick.

With your bodies still intertwined, he holds you close, unwilling to let go of the intimate connection you’ve just shared. His chest rises and falls in sync with your own, the rhythm of his breath gradually steadying as the euphoria of your shared passion begins to ebb. His cock remains inside you, refusing to let go of the warmth that is your pussy.

“I’ve never felt anything like this before,” he pants, his voice husky with emotion as he continues to hold onto your hips as his dick twitches inside you, slowly softening. “You’re incredible, sweetheart.”

Your heart swells with affection at his words, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you in a sense of security and belonging. “You’re incredible, Josh,” you whisper, your voice barely above a murmur as you nestle closer to him.

“I love hearing that,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin as he slowly withdraws from you.

His cock slides out with a wet pop sound, leaving behind a trail of their mixed juices on your thighs. His gaze lingers on you, filled with a mixture of adoration and desire, as his chest rises and falls rapidly.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he says, his voice thick with desire, his eyes tracing the curves of your body with unabashed admiration. He reaches down, his fingers brushing against your wet and well-fucked cunt, and a soft moan escapes his lips as he feels the warmth of your juices mingled with his own.

His lips find yours in a tender kiss, a silent testament to the depth of his affection.

As you break apart, Josh’s blue eyes sparkle with a mixture of adoration and gratitude, the soft light of the room reflecting off their depths like a shimmering pool. His skin is dewy with sweat, a sheen of moisture glistening on his smooth complexion as he leans in to kiss you once more.

His muscles flex beneath the surface of his skin, the sinewy lines of his arms defined and sculpted from years of hard work and dedication. You run your fingers lightly over his torso, tracing the contours of his body with a sense of wonder and appreciation.

Josh’s hair is sweaty and tousled, strands of brown falling haphazardly across his forehead as he leans in to kiss you again. His breath is warm against your skin, his touch gentle yet possessive as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss with a sense of urgency and desire, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth and protection.

His stubbled jaw clenches with a mixture of desire and restraint, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggles to contain the intensity of his emotions.

As you lose yourself in the moment, the sound of footsteps echoing through the house brings you back to reality with a jolt. Panic courses through you as you scramble to dress, the urgency of the situation pressing in on you like a suffocating weight.

Josh moves quickly, reaching for his shorts and tossing you his shirt as you both try to cover yourselves before the inevitable confrontation.

But it’s too late. Before you can even process what’s happening, the door swings open, revealing Dalton standing in the doorway, his expression a mask of shock and betrayal.

Your heart sinks as you meet his gaze, the guilt of being caught washing over you like a tidal wave. Shame burns hot in your cheeks as you shrink back, trying to make yourself as small as possible in the face of Dalton’s accusing glare.

“Wha- What the hell is this?” Dalton stammers, his voice filled with disbelief as he takes in the scene before him.

But Josh steps in front of you, his protective instincts kicking in as he shields you from Dalton’s wrath. His jaw is set with determination, his blue eyes blazing with a fierce intensity as he meets Dalton’s gaze head-on.

“Dalton,” he says firmly, his voice tinged with warning.

But Dalton’s eyes are filled with hurt and betrayal as he looks between the two of you, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place in his mind. His anger is palpable as he takes in the sight before him, his fists clenched at his sides as he struggles to contain his emotions.

“I can’t believe this,” he says bitterly, his voice trembling with emotion. “I confessed my feelings to you, and this is what you do? Fucking my father?”

The accusation hangs heavy in the air between you, casting a shadow over the fragile happiness you had shared just moments before. His words cut deep, a stark reminder of the tangled web of emotions and secrets that now threatens to unravel before you.

Josh’s jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with a mixture of frustration and regret as he struggles to find the right words. “Dalton, I... I never meant to hurt you,” he begins, his voice heavy with remorse. “I know this is difficult to understand, but...”

But Dalton’s fury is unrelenting, his eyes blazing with a fire that threatens to consume everything in its path. “Difficult to understand? You’re sleeping with my friend, Dad.” he retorts, his voice laced with bitterness. “She could be your daughter!”

The accusation cuts deep, slicing through the fragile facade of peace and happiness that you had clung to just moments before. Shame washes over you in waves, threatening to drown you in its suffocating embrace as you struggle to find the words to defend yourself.

You feel a pang of guilt at the hurt in Dalton’s eyes, knowing that you are the cause of his pain. But before you can offer an explanation, he turns to you, his gaze filled with betrayal. “And you,” he says, his voice trembling with emotion. “I thought I could trust you. I thought you cared about me.”

Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, the weight of Dalton’s accusation crushing you beneath its weight. “Dalton, I...” you begin, your voice faltering as you search for the right words. But the damage has already been done, the rift between you widening with each passing moment.

But Dalton shakes his head, his eyes clouded with anger and confusion. “I don’t want to hear it,” he says bitterly, his voice barely above a whisper.

But before you can speak again, Josh reaches out, his hand finding yours in a gesture of comfort and support. Instantly, you feel a sense of reassurance wash over you, the warmth of his touch offering solace in the midst of chaos.

Dalton recoils at the sight, his face contorted with disgust at the intimate gesture. “I can’t believe you would do this to me, Dad. And you,” he adds, turning his gaze to you, “you should be ashamed of yourself.”

With that, he turns and storms out of the room, leaving you and Josh alone in the wake of his departure. The silence that follows is deafening, a stark reminder of the pain and heartache that now fills the space between you.

Josh squeezes your hand gently, his eyes filled with sorrow and regret. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “I never wanted things to end up like this.”

You nod as your heart is heavy with guilt and uncertainty. “I know,” you reply softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “But we have to find a way to fix this. For Dalton’s sake and for ours.”

Josh nods in agreement, his expression filled with determination. “I’ll talk to him,” he says firmly, his eyes meeting yours with unwavering resolve. “I’ll make him understand.”

A sense of hope stirs within you. The road ahead may be difficult, but with Josh by your side, you know that together, you can overcome any obstacle that stands in your way.

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Revenge

Pairing: Lucius x Nemesis reader

Warnings: mentions of death and murder.

Tagging: @amoexii

Summary: Lucius gets help from a source unknown to him, it makes him wary of the source…yet there is no one to trust except himself and the source…

Lucius plops onto the bench. His arm stretched out, making it easier for Ravi to stitch him up. The pain makes him winch which made Ravi chuckle at him. His mind felt full yet blank at the same time. The cheers outside of the spectators of the gladiator fight he just had didn’t seem to stop any time soon. They seemed to really love his performance, even though those two crazy emperors tried to kill him with a fucking rhino. He knew they were two crazy bastards who lived for sensation but damn, it didn’t have to go so far…oh well. He’s alive and he should keep it that way. Lucius hissed when he felt the hot needle penetrated his skin. In order to distract him from the pain Ravi began to talk.

‘You dodged that fight pretty well. How did you come up with that? Most of the fighters would contemplate or hesitate, yet you knew what and how you had to do it.’

‘It’s just my instinct i suppose. Yes.’

‘Interesting. Is that why the emperors were so amazed by you? Especially when you had amused them before.’

Lucius grunted in response. The pain was less now that Ravi had stitched him up but it did feel a little sore. His eyes followed Ravi as he left his cell. Lucius took a look at his arm. Only to find it completely healed. He scoffed. Is this your doing? Surely. You always do that. His eyes scanned the cell. Did you show up? Where are you? You can’t just heal him and leave again. His eyes felt blurry, he scanned the room to fast, yet everything seemed in place…that was until he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was gentle touch but he still backed away from you. His throat felt a little dry, what should he think of you? Yes you were the voice in his head that helped him during the fight with that rhino…but are you really that trustable?

‘That’s no way to treat your goddess. Lucius.’

‘Who are you and what are you doing in my cell?’

Lucius’ question sounded more like a demand than a question. His eyes were narrowed. He didn’t seem to trust you at all. How ungrateful, and you just healed his arm too! Unbelievable….okay maybe it’s a valid reaction for seeing THE goddess Nemesis before him. Yes that’s probably it. Lucius held up his sword at your throat, the tip of it just barely touching you. Your eyes darted between the sword and then back at him. A mortal daring to point is sword to a goddess? Stupid, but not common. Mortals are stupid creatures…although this one is rather courages…if he died he would probably end up in Elysium. He has big plans after all.

‘Nemesis.’

‘And why are you here.’

The question made you raise both your eyebrows at him. He doesn’t seem to know who you are? Interesting, so he doesn’t know about greek nor roman gods. Or…he just doesn’t know you specifically. Weird. A mortal having so much emotion and ambition associated with the very being you are. Yet he your name doesn’t ring any bells. You had been following the mortal all the way from mount Olympus. You had witnessed his arrival in Rome as well as the fight he performed for the twin Emperors. His hatred and urge to take revenge was easy to spot even from Olympus itself….but watching his arrival you also knew that he formerly came from Northern Africa. Perhaps he believed in other gods and goddesses. Maybe he was agnostic or atheist perhaps? Well not that it matters, you’re here anyway! And you helped him. So he’s in your depth.

‘Well. To answer your question i’m here to help you, little Lucius.’

‘I don’t need help, especially not from Romans.’

‘Well i’m not exactly Roman. And too bad because i already helped you so you’re in my depth.’

‘I didn’t ask for help.’

‘That’s where it gets fun. Because as a goddess i can over you help. Or just help you and there is nothing you can do about if but be in my depth. So sorry!’

‘You’re quite infuriating for a goddess’

Potty mouth for a mortal. But it makes him all the more daring. He doesn’t even know it himself. But oh well. That’s up to him. It might get him in trouble. Especially with those twins. But at the same time it also makes him courageous. Interesting. Although…he’s refusing the help of a goddess. Perhaps a little bit of…convincing….is needed. Just a little.

‘So. Tell me what you desire, and perhaps i can gibe you something? How about that?’

‘What i want is the general’s head. Nothing more. Nothing less.’

‘What are you willing to give me in return?’

‘My life.’

Thé answer brought a smile to your lips. He played right into your game. Well, it’s not like he could refuse your offer. One who thrives on his own anger usually loses his mind. Often making decisions that aren’t well thought out, or perhaps not even caring. Although…he’s not stupid. Foolish. But not stupid, he may or may not know that you’re all doing this just for the thrill of it. After all you are the goddess of revenge. Speaks for itself doesn’t it? Besides look at it from the bright side. A goddess by your side who lends her strength. It’s all way too good right? And it’s happening right now!…Lucius doesn’t know what he’s getting into to….

#gladiator 2 #gladiator ii #gladiator lucius #lucius gladiator #lucius verus #lucius versus x reader

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holybibly · 1 year ago

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I adore your writing so much and I wanted to submit my unholy thoughts on how obsessed I am with Hongjoong and any time he is on his knees! The idea of him looking up through those beautiful long lashes with such desire in his eyes ready to please you in every way he can. Being such a good boy and running your fingers through his sexy ass hair even pulling at it causing him to want to work even harder for you. I mean even the idea of it being in the shower is just as sexy!

Hongjoong kneeling, yes please, anytime, day or night, 24/7.

I wanted to take a little break today because I'm currently editing the second part of Pretty Flushed 👀 and maybe, just maybe, I'll post it this weekend. Not sure yet. But the thought of a needy Hongjoong on his knees in front of you in the shower—those damn lustrous and sweet eyes as you ran your hand through his silky hair—just couldn't get it out of my head. And so I came to you, bunnies, to make sure that image lives on in your minds.

Okay, let's say you're Seonghwa's girlfriend. You're completely happy in your relationship. He's a wonderful man, but there's one problem: his work. It takes up a lot of his time, and sometimes you really have the feeling that you need more attention and love from him. Obviously, the sex was simply amazing. Seonghwa knows exactly how to drive you crazy with his long fingers and his tongue, and after he has scolded you, you won't be able to walk for days on end.

But you want more, and just like your amazing boyfriend, Seonghwa will do anything to make you a happy and spoiled princess by fulfilling all your desires.

One night, he gives you the greatest gift of all—a sweet little kitten, Hongjoong.

Beautiful moist chocolate eyes that look up at you through long lashes, soft pink lips, smooth skin that shines from the dry oil that Seonghwa has rubbed on him before, silky hair, and a soft voice. And, of course, all of this was tied up with silk ribbons and bows for your enjoyment.

Hongjoong was unbelievable, and you would never have thought that Seonghwa's strange, quiet friend could look so damned seductive.

Hongjoong had always been fond of you; he couldn't help it.

From the day Seonghwa introduced you to him, he just couldn't stop thinking about you. He dreamed about you every night, imagining how he would kiss your soft thighs while kneeling in front of you and how he would carry out any of your orders without question in order to receive praise from you. Every time he would look at you, he would imagine burying his face between your legs, while you would stroke his hair and call him a pretty little kitten. And God, he would be the best damned kitty in the world for you.

Hongjoong would never be a disappointment to you.

So when Seonghwa mentioned during one of their meetings that you had been feeling upset and lonely lately because of his constant workload, Hongjoong had no hesitation in offering himself as your toy. It was a complete shock to him that Seonghwa was so enthusiastic about the idea—that it was exactly the kind of thing you were in need of.

A cute little toy of your own that you can spend time with while he is away at work.

Hongjoong couldn't have been happier. ******

You rolled your eyes as Hongjoong's lips began sucking on the skin of your inner thigh, his slender fingers slowly pumping in and out of you.

You'd had a hell of a day and Seonghwa wasn't there to help you release all that frustration, but Hongjoong, your sweet kitty, was happy to help.

The shower was hot and stuffy, and the glass was fogged up from the steam that was coming out of the water. Hongjoong was kneeling before you, arching his body in the most attractive way, thrusting his curvaceous ass and arching his back. As he explored your thighs with his lips, his wet gaze from under those incredibly long and thick eyelashes did not let you out of his sight for a single second.

His fingers stretch your pussy beautifully and skillfully, using slow strokes as Hongjoong catches you reacting, almost out of breath. He is so desperate for your pleasure.

"I'll do whatever you tell me to do." He whispers into your skin, his sweet lips sliding across it until they are in contact with your wet folds. Your fingers run through his wet hair, tugging lightly at the silky strands as he lets out a melodious moan. The vibration of his voice reaches all the way to the centre of you.

"Hongjoong..."

"Please, let me please you." He looks so fucked up with that soft, bleary look in his eyes, those kissable red lips, and that glowing golden skin that is dripping with water.

"Yes, you can do it." And that was exactly what Hongjoong wanted to hear.

#ateez smut #kpop smut #atz smut #ateez hard hours #ateez unholy hours #smut #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #ateez au #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong smut

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ohworm-writes · 1 year ago

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Hi omg! I hope your doing well and your day/night is going great! ^^. Okay- I genuinely don’t know how this thought came to me, but now that it has its all I can think about when it comes to Nikolai in just two words: Sleepy Sex. Like just imagining where your both cuddled in bed together, the sun shining through the curtains and shining down on the two of you as you both sleep- him spooning and holding you. Can see maybe where he has a rare off day from work and you do too, and because y’all hadn’t seen each other in awhile and being so close to one another’s warm bodies is just so lovely, what better way to enjoy it then by him slowly kissing down your exposed neck, whispering how your so gorgeous even if you say your still tired and look like a mess. After awhile, his hand would slowly go down to the front of your shorts and it quickly turns to him fingering you softly.

Ugh- he’d be so gentle, continuing to praise and say how he plans on spending his day off right with you, even as you come apart on his fingers, even as he’s slowly pushing himself inside you; it’d just be unabashed sleepy/pent up sex AH- Nikolai makes me froth at the mouth sometimes istg???

No because you're absolutely so fuckin' right with this one. I can't even... the amount of time I've spent frothing and drooling at this ask in specific is genuinely unbelievable.

PAIRING gn!reader x Nikolai RATING R - Restricted [ Content warnings: 18+ mdni, soft dom!Nikolai, fingering, sleepy sex]

The thing is, it starts out so innocent. Him waking up first, of course, his body curled perfectly around yours, his face buried into the back of your neck right where your hair starts to sprout.

He's breathing so soft and slow, and his breath is so hot when he wakes up. His voice is so deep and groggy too, giving you these sweet little pecks against your skin as he mumbles out.

And then it escalates to him sliding his big, warm hand down the front of those cute little shorts you love wearing to bed as he stuffs you full, his fingers covered in your slick as he slowly, lazily pumps his fingers in and out of you.

His beard is scratchy against the back of your neck as he kisses it, but it's so hard to be annoyed by when two of his fingers are stuffing your hole and a third teasing.

He's not even being rough or doing anything to escalate it - no bites or nips, no harsh or forceful actions, no groping or squeezing of any kind. Just lazy, loving motions.

Loves the way you feel when you cum all because of his fingers. No need to ask for permission or beg or anything of the like because he just lets you, humming against your skin with his eyes closed, yawning as he gently grinds his hips against the curve of your ass, his big, fat cock barely held back by his briefs.

They're already stained through from his pre-cum too, so eager at such at early hour as it throbs and twitches and he barely pushes his own briefs down enough to get himself out while you shimmy those pretty shorts off.

Your thighs are all messy, too. All sticky and wet from your own cum and slick, which makes it all the easier for him when he pushes himself inside of you and rocks his hips in a slow, lazy manner.

It's almost like he's trying to fuck the both of you back to sleep with the way his and your eyelids are so, so heavy.

He just missed you so much! How can he not fuck that pretty little hole of yours when it's so wet and ready for him? You're making so many pretty noises, too. :(

He's been missing you so much and he knows the two of you haven't been able to spend enough time together, so he hopes filling you to the brim can make up for it.

If he hadn’t just woken up, he’d be folding you in half and fucking the air from your lungs, thrusts hard enough to make you cry. But that isn’t the case, and honestly, he enjoys this in his own way.

Just being able to feel the way your walls wrap around him perfectly, so gummy and tight and warm. And feeling the way you gush around his cock when you cum even though he’s going so slow and being so soft with his movements - it makes his head spin.

Can’t (and won’t) even try to stop himself when he cums, dick twitching as his balls empty and thick ropes of his cum fill up that pretty hole of yours. Fucks it back into you if any leaks out. Can’t have his partner wasting a drop, now can he?

And when he finally pulls out, he maneuvers himself so that he can pull you on top of him, chest to chest, one hand on your hip and the other tracing patterns into your spine as he mumbles words of praise and adoration to you.

It’s the perfect way to start off both of your days. Wouldn’t you agree?

#just something short because this ask has been sitting in my inbox for a while #trying to figure out a format for simple short drabbles like this so bare with me #bare? bear? i dunno #Nikolai x reader #cod nikolai x reader #nikolai cod x reader #nikolai cod #cod nikolai #Nikolai #cod x reader #call of duty x reader

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gnabnahc317cb97 · 3 months ago

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Miscommunication is Key

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 8.5k 🤷🏻

A/N: 18+ only! With Chan's birthday quickly approaching you know I had to have a fic ready for my man! It's angsty cause it's me and Chan's a little slow on the uptake in this one but as always, he has a good heart and means well. If you enjoy reading this, please give it a like, reblog, comment, send an ask, whatever! Feedback is always appreciated! As per usual warnings and smut below the cut! Enjoy!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Strong language/cursing, Mentions of FWB and casual sex, mentions of masturbating (m&f), mentions of sex toy use by f, piv sex (protection used), oral (m&f receiving), deep throating, throat fucking, slight breath play (if you squint), the slightest impact play (kinda but not really), hair pulling (a little), spitting (a little), cum eating (kinda), fingering, slight Chan dom/MC sub dynamic (IF YOU SQUINT), praise/pet names (it's Chan so you already know, baby girl, baby, beautiful, etc), name calling (slut like one time during sex), cum shot, slight exhibitionist tendencies (again kinda not really/there's other people in the same apartment but the couple aren't really thinking about that in the moment) I think that's everything but if I ever miss a warning, please let me know and I'll be sure to add it immediately.

Chan walked through the front door of the apartment you shared with him, Jisung, and Minho. He was just getting home from being at the gym most of the afternoon. He was hot, sweaty and in dire need of a shower. He called out to see if anyone was home but got no reply and assumed you all must have been out. That was until Chan made his way down the hall and heard you talking in your room. He figured you must not have heard him since you were on a call. He walked up to your door seeing that it was slightly ajar, he was about to tap on it to let you know he was home and going to take a shower when part of your conversation stopped him before he could.

“It’s becoming a serious problem. Every time I get off I’m picturing that it’s with Channie! His lips, his body, it’s killing me Kimmy! I’m gonna have to use the warranty on my vibrator cause it’s gonna burn out on me for sure if I keep at it like this. Don’t laugh it’s not funny! The worse it gets the more awkward I get around him! He’s so... ugh he’s so fucking sexy and he doesn’t know it or is at least humble enough to act like he doesn’t know it, like I didn’t want to fuck him bad enough already!” Chan couldn’t believe his ears! So that’s why you’ve been acting funny lately, because you’ve been masturbating to the thought of him, a lot apparently. You wanted to fuck him? He had always thought you were so sweet and sexy and his dick was rock hard at the idea of you coming and thinking of him.

All the blood from his head rushed to his cock and his brain malfunctioned. He put his hand on his dick over his shorts and gave it a firm squeeze. Chan closed his eyes at the feeling and let out an involuntary moan, a moan that came out way too loud. He got nervous and thought you might find him out there listening in on you, so he quickly made his way to the bathroom to shower, jerk off, and pretend like he wasn’t eavesdropping, while you continued your phone conversation none the wiser that Chan had even come home let alone heard you.

“But I can’t just fuck him. Of course I find him attractive, anyone with eyes would but its more than that for me girl, you know that. He’s just so unbelievably sweet and he’s dedicated to his art and the people he loves and he’s so funny, he’s always saying or doing something silly that makes me laugh, I don’t know... I think I’m in love with him Kimmy and it scares the shit out of me. I don’t want to keep making things more awkward and I need Channie in my life, even if that means just as friends and roommates. I can’t risk ruining that.” Just a few minutes pass and you heard the shower come on in the bathroom.

“Oh, shit someone is home Kimmy I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later!” You hung up and went to go look at the pile of shoes by the door to see who had come home while you were distracted on the phone. Black sneakers. Chan. Oh fuck. You hoped he hadn’t heard any of your conversation with your friend. Your door was mostly closed but you weren’t exactly being all that quiet since you thought you were home alone. You busied yourself by tiding up around the apartment a bit to try and get rid of the nervous energy you were feeling then decided to grab a snack and head back to your room before Chan got out of the shower.

Chan came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was still dripping from the hot shower that he had attempted to jerk off in but he felt like a creep doing it, even though you had admitted to masturbating to the thought of him, he just couldn’t, so he had given up and washed up. Now he just wanted a bottle of water and then he was going to go to bed to hopefully sleep his painful hard on away. When Chan stepped into the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks. There you were in a big t-shirt and panties bent over at the waist in front of the fridge, one hand holding onto the door the other on your hip as you scanned the shelves for a bedtime snack. Your shirt had ridden up, your ass was peeking out, and you were the only bedtime snack Chan wanted at that moment. Without a neuron firing in his brain Chan walked up behind you, close enough that his body heat alerted you that he was there without actually touching you. You jumped, stood up, and spun around quickly finding yourself caged into the open fridge by Chan.

“Jesus, Chan, you scared me.” Your words came out nervously and you couldn’t help but scan down his gorgeously sculpted body, beads of water running in paths along the lines of his muscles, a few slipping below the towel that did next to nothing to hide his... your eyes went wide when you noticed the slight tenting of Chan’s towel and you looked back up quickly, blushing, only to find Chan looking at you with something in his eyes you’d never seen before. It made you press your thighs together and you hoped he hadn’t noticed.

Chan leaned forward and you really had no idea what he was going to do next but the closer he got the more and more certain you were that he was leaning in to kiss you. You closed your eyes and Chan’s face stopped and inch or two away from yours. He grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge before standing back up, leaving your personal space again. When you felt Chan’s face move back away from you your eyes shot back open. Your ass was freezing from the open fridge, but your face was on fire from the embarrassment you felt thinking Chan was actually going to kiss you. Was he messing with you? Chan wasn’t usually like that with you, so why...

“I heard you on the phone with Kimmy a bit ago.” Fuck he heard you!? You were mortified but tried to play it off like you didn’t know exactly what it was he was talking about.

“Oh? What exactly did you hear?” You asked as you nervously started bouncing on one foot and then the other. Chan leaned in again but this time his pouty lips ghosted the shell of your ear. You could see steam coming off his body from the hot water evaporating in the cool air coming from the fridge.

“Everything.” The word came out a breath and you could feel the warmth spread across your neck in complete contrast to the fridge that was still standing open behind you. Chan saw you shiver and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you close, your body pressed against his firm, wet, body. He pushed the fridge door closed and then backed you up against it.

“I want you too y/n. We should do something about that don’t you think?” His lips hovered over your skin for just a moment before he started to gently kiss down your neck towards your shoulder. You let out a quick gasp at the contact.

“Channie you... you...” You were trying to confirm that he really meant it, that he felt the same as you but you couldn’t form words when Chan’s lips continued pressing soft kisses against your skin, paying particular attention to the spots by your ear that seemed to make you squirm just a bit more than the other spots he gently suckled at. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. His were dark, pupils blown and filled with desire.

“Let me make you feel good baby girl.” You moaned as you ran your fingers through Chan’s curls pulling him into a bruising kiss. Lips and teeth and tongue all fighting a war of passion. Chan’s strong hands gripped your ass tightly and you threw your arms around his neck as you continued to assault his plush lips with kisses and your teeth. Chan pulled away just enough to ask a very important question.

“Yours or mine?” You kissed his lips again and again unable to get enough of the soft feeling of them against your own.

“Uh, mine? It’s cleaner.” He laughed as he planted kisses and love bites down your jaw and neck before lifting you. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you to your room. When Chan got to the side of your bed, he gently laid you down and hovered over you as he peppered kisses down your neck again. One of his hands traveled down your body and started to lift the hem of your shirt.

“Can I take this off?” You nodded and Chan quickly pulled the shirt up and over your head leaving you topless in your panties underneath him. You wanted to be embarrassed but Chan’s reaction prevented that from being possible. He closed his eyes biting at his lip trying maintain his composure and he was still overwhelmed by you. By the feel of your soft skin, the smell of you surrounding him. You smelled like fresh laundry, and wild flowers and it made Chan dizzy. He thought he had to be dreaming; right? He just knew when he opened his eyes again, he would find himself in his bed laying in freshly washed sheets. Yet when he actually opened his eyes, he found that you were really underneath him, half naked, blushing and waiting for him to say or do something.

“God you’re so fucking beautiful.” Chan leaned down and placed wet open-mouthed kisses against your chest and then your breasts before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth and the tip of his tongue. You arched in to his touch as he focused entirely on one breast licking, nipping and sucking at the bud eagerly before moving to give your other a similar treatment. Your fingers wove through Chan’s hair as he started to work his way down your body from your breasts. Tender kisses down your tummy towards your core. He pressed a soft kiss on your panties before looking up at you again.

“Can I get a taste of you baby girl?” His hands slid gently up and down your thighs and hips as he waited for your reply.

“Please Channie, please.” You begged, breathy and wanting and he was not going to make you wait. He slid your panties down and off, seeing the glistening slick that was already coating your cunt. Chan leaned down and gently ran his tongue through your folds, groaning at the taste of you.

“Fuck baby your so wet for me” He firmly slid his tongue through your folds again this time the tip of his tongue teasing your clit, making you squirm in his grasp.

“Mmmm. You taste so good, wanna have my face buried in your pussy all night.” Chan’s tongue slid back into you dragging across your clit with purpose as he started to actually devour every bit of your pussy he could reach with his lips and tongue. He had you writhing in a matter of minutes, pulling at his hair, your hair, your breasts, the sheets, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure his mouth was inflicting on you.

“Ch-Channie! Oh my god! Th-that feels so fucking good PLEASE don’t stop!! PLEASE don’t stop baby.” Chan shook his head no, indicating he had no intentions of stopping until you had melted entirely on his tongue. His pouty lips attached to your clit and he hummed against you holding you firmly down on the mattress when you started coming and thrusting uncontrollably.

“Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming Channie Oh my god! Yes! Yes!” Chan eagerly licked every inch of your cunt clean until you couldn’t take any more and pulled away from him panting, your chest heaving. You looked down and even through your hazy, post orgasm, lust filled eyes you could see the obvious tent Chan had been sporting under that towel had gotten much bigger. You grabbed the corner of the towel that was tucked in and pulled it loose tossing it aside, leaving Chan completely naked on top of you. You chewed at your lip at the sight of him. The way the lines of his Adonis belt trailed and lead to his thick cock, firm and leaking, for you. You gathered spit in your mouth and licked your palm before you grabbed his shaft and slowly, gently, started stroking him. Chan’s eyes closed as he relished in the feeling of you touching him FINALLY.

“That feels so fucking good baby girl, FUCK, so good.” He’d been hard for so long now it was a welcome sensation even if it was minimal contact. Your other hand pushed against Chan’s firm chest making him roll over on to his back. You straddled his legs, braced one hand on his firm abdomen and began to jerk him off more firmly.

“Wanna, make you feel good too Channie.” You leaned down, your face hovering over Chan’s cock as you continued stroking it. Chan gently grabbed a hand full of your hair on each side of your head guiding your mouth towards his throbbing dick.

“You are making me feel so good beautiful, now be a good girl and suck on me a little; won’t you?” You did as Chan asked and took the tip of his cock into your mouth, gently sucking as you swirled your tongue around him, collecting the salty precum he was still leaking. Chan gently pushed you further down his dick, never forcefully, just little by little until he felt the back of your throat constrict around his cock as you gagged a little. He eased up to give you control back but instead of pulling away from his cock for a breath like he thought you would do, you gagged yourself further with Chan’s dick, spit dripping from your mouth down his cock.

“FUCK! FUCK!” Chan’s grip remained gentle as he slowly, softly, thrusted into your throat a couple of times. You did pull away after that, you took a deep breath and spit on Chan’s cock, stroking him from base to tip, with a twist of your wrist.

“You don’t have to be gentle Channie, use me how you want, fuck my throat.” Chan thought he had to have died and gone to heaven. When your warm mouth enveloped his cock again, he did exactly as you asked. His grip on your hair tightened just enough to sting in a pleasurable way and Chan held your head in place as he lifted his hips and started thrusting up into your throat, drool continued to drip down his shaft, down his balls, with each thrust into your mouth.

“God damn baby! You are such a good girl aren’t you? So fucking good at sucking my dick! So eager to choke on me.” You slurped and hummed around Chan’s cock in appreciation of the praise he was giving you. Chan bottomed out in your throat, your nose buried against him until he felt your throat tighten around the head of his cock, quickly pulling you off after, afraid he might blow his load if he didn’t. You gasped taking in as much air as you could, a string of saliva and precum still connecting your plump bottom lip and Chan’s cock.

“That’s my good girl.” Chan tilted your head up and kissed you, his tongue sliding against yours. He started pecking little kisses to your lips. It was so sweet it made your heart swell.

“You wanna ride my cock now baby girl? Hmm?” And hearing him say that made your pussy drip and clench. You bit at your fingernail and nodded. Your glistening, spit coated chin and the sweet innocent doe eyes you flashed at Chan were in total contrast to each other and made him melt.

“Fuck! How are you that cute when you were just choking on my dick beautiful?” You blushed and Chan scooted up your bed, leaning against your head board patting his lap for you to climb on top of him again. You wiped your chin and crawled onto his lap. One of his hands rested on your hip as the other cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. It was tender, plump lips slotted together. Chan pulled away but his lips hovered closely to yours, his eyes still closed.

“Do you have a condom? I happen to have left mine in my other towel.” You laughed and shook your head as you leaned over, grabbing a condom out of the drawer of your nightstand and handing it to Chan. You sat back on his firm thighs and watched intently with your lip between your teeth as he ripped the wrapper open and tossed it aside before grabbing his hard cock, pinching the tip of the condom and rolling it down his length. When he had the condom on, he held his dick up straight for you to line yourself up on. You hovered over him and started to slowly slide down his length taking him inside you. When you were fully seated on him you stopped and enjoyed the full feeling it gave you having him so deep inside you. His hands resting on your hips.

“Fuck Channie! It’s so big baby!” Chan smiled at you and pressed kisses against your chest and shoulders as his thumbs rubbed circles on your skin.

“Go on baby girl, ride me, take what you want.” Chan’s words ignited a fire inside you and you lifted your hips and sank down, taking him fully again, drawing a deep moan from his chest.

“MMmm Channie yes let me here how good it feels.” You lifted your hips again, sank down, and started a steady rhythm riding Chan’s cock.

“Ooh fuck beautiful you feel amazing! So warm and wet for me.” He smacked your ass and gripped your hips tightly, urging you to ride him faster, harder and you did until your legs started to give out on you. When you couldn’t give anymore Chan flipped you onto your back. He threw your knees over his shoulders and sank back into you.

“FUCK Channie yes! Right there PLEASE don’t stop!” Chan rolled his hips thrusting into you harder and faster each time.

“I’m-I’m... I’m gonna cum Channie, please you’re gonna make me cum... Channie! FUCK!” Chan nodded, sweat trailing down his face, curls sticking to his forehead, as he continued to drive into you chasing your orgasms like a drug addict chases their high.

“Go on baby girl, let go for me. Cream all over my cock and tell me who’s fucking you so well, who’s making your toes curl baby girl!” Your eyes rolled back into your head as your climax came up on you quickly.

“You Channie, fuck! You do! Channie, you fuck me so good! Channie!!!!” When you fell over the precipice with Chan it was like all of your other senses were dialed down and all you could feel was the overwhelming shocks of your orgasm tearing through your body.

“That’s it baby girl, such a good girl. Can I cum on you beautiful? Want to paint you pretty thing. Please baby?” You nodded giving Chan consent to unload on you.

“Yes, Channie wanna feel your warm cum on me. Cum for me Channie, give it to me!” Chan pulled out, removed the condom, and started stroking his cock hard and fast over your body as you continued to coach him towards his orgasm.

“That’s it Channie stroke it for me, cum for me, you’re so sexy stroking on your cock like that for me, please give me your cum!” The first hot streak of cum shot out of Chan’s dick and landed across your lower belly, more followed streaking across your mound and thighs until he had completely unloaded on you. He sat back on his knees a moment with his head tipped back and eyes closed, panting, while he came down from his orgasm. When he had clarity again Chan climbed off of you, reached over and handed you some tissue from your night stand to clean up with.

“Holy fucking shit! Why did we wait so long to do that?!” You laughed at Chan’s exclamation as you started to clean his cum off of you and you both tried to catch your breath.

“I don’t know!” You replied as you wiped at his cum on your thighs. Chan ran his fingers through his curls that were still soaked, only now from sweat, and rolled over to the edge of the bed. He grabbed his towel, stood and wrapped it around himself as if he was getting ready to leave and go to his own room. You were immediately confused; he wasn’t staying with you?

“Well... I mean if you ever want to do it again, I’m down. Like a roommates with benefits kind of situation? That’s cool with me.” He laughed and leaned down to playfully peck a kiss on your lips but you pulled away quickly. When he stopped and looked at you, your cheeks were flushed but not from your post orgasm glow and there were tears starting to well up in your eyes.

“Hey hey... Wha-” You cut Chan off with one question.

“What EXACTLY did you hear from my conversation with Kimmy?” Chan reached up to wipe away the first tears that had slipped from your eyes and you flinched away again. Seeing you react to him that way after what you both had just done together sent a pang of pain through Chan’s chest.

“What did you hear Chan?” You asked again so he answered.

“I heard you say that you thought I was sexy, that you thought about me when you got off a lot and that you wanted to fuck me. I heard you say you didn’t know what to do about it so, I thought well, I think you’re sexy too and-” You put a hand up stopping him. You shook your head as the tears continued to collect in your eyes and streak your face.

“Is that all?” Chan nodded confused.

“Well yea, and I figured...” Far, far, too late now, you realized the huge mistake you had just made.

“Get out Chan.” The shock that was plastered on his face at your words and how cold they sounded, how painful they sounded for you to say to him.

“Wait. Y/n. Just wait, tel-”

“GET OUT CHRISTOPHER!” You screamed and choked back a sob. Stunned. That was the only word to describe Chan’s expression. He had never once heard you raise your voice like that and you had NEVER called him by his English name. It was almost exclusively Channie every now and then Chan but never Christopher. He went to open his mouth and you laid down on your bed and pressed your face into your pillow unable to control the sobbing any longer, pulling your blanket over yourself to cover up.

“Please please please... please, just go PLEASE!” You cried and pleaded with him, begging him to leave you alone. Chan wanted to rip his heart out and give it to you if it meant he could take away the pain you were feeling at that moment. A pain that he was certain he had somehow caused, though he didn’t know how. He didn’t say another word. He did as you asked and left but he hated doing it. He hated leaving knowing you were hurting and alone. He didn’t know why you regretted sleeping with him so suddenly. Maybe post orgasm clarity hit and you felt like you had made a mistake sleeping with him when he mentioned you living together, he just didn’t know.

Either way he felt awful that he’d come on so strongly and that he hadn’t stopped for two fucking seconds and made sure that you one hundred and ten percent wanted it too. He should have. God damn his horny brain. He should have stopped and gotten a firm yes, definite, verbal, consent, but he saw you there after he heard what you said on the phone to Kimmy and every rational thought went out of his head. Only he was to blame for this situation for thinking with his dick and not his brain.

Chan went to bed but he hardly got a wink of sleep as he laid in the dark and worried about you in the next room. Were you still crying? Would you be able to rest okay? Chan worried all night like that and in the morning, he got up earlier than he normally would and headed out to the kitchen hoping to see you there. To get a chance to talk about the night before. He heard a bit of murmuring coming from the dining area and he was hopeful but when Chan rounded the corner it was only Minho and Jisung he saw having breakfast at the table.

“Hey, either of you seen y/n this morning?” Both the men eating breakfast nodded their heads with mouths full of food.

“She was leaving for work when Minho got up, something about going in early and staying late.” Jisung elaborated hording his pancakes in his cheeks as he talked.

“Why, what’s up?” Chan shook his head and ran a hand through his curls.

“Nothing, just need to talk to her about something.” Chan grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge and stopped, lingering there with the door open, remembering what had happened there just the night before. He shook the thoughts away and then he headed back to his room to get ready for his day while Jisung and Minho eyed each other suspiciously.

Get to work early, stay late, avoid Chan at all costs. Those were your goals for the foreseeable future. You made it about a third of a way through your day before your boss, who you would also consider a friend, told you to go home and take some time off. You had only cried whenever something reminded you of Chan. The problem with that was that everything reminded you of him. So, you took your boss’ advice and went home to take some time for yourself. When you got home you went to your room, closed the door, pulled out your old record player and your crate of albums and dusted it all off. You put on one of your old vinyl records and curled up in your blankets on the floor beside it as it played, allowing the scratchy sound of the music to itch your brain.

When Chan got home from work that evening Minho and Jisung were already home and making dinner. They were worried about you now also. You had been in your room the entire time they had been home listening to your records and refusing to answer your door. They watched Chan closely as he walked towards your rooms wondering just what the fuck had happened between the two of you. When Chan got to your room, he pressed his ear against the door and heard music softly playing. He tapped at your door lightly.

“Y/n? Can I...” The music, that Chan could now clearly hear was an Otis Redding album, got louder drowning out his voice. He sighed and walked away from your door, into his own room. He decided, as much as he wanted to talk things out, that he had to give you the time that you clearly needed.

One day, two days, three days, you stayed barricaded in your room listening to albums, only coming out when the guys were gone and only to shower, grab water and whatever you could force yourself to eat, which wasn’t much. Every day that passed Chan got more worried. He had tried to text you and call when you wouldn’t answer to his knocking at your door but you had his number set to DND and every time he knocked the music would get turned up again. By this time Minho and Jisung knew something serious was up between the two of you, they didn’t know what, they just knew Chan had fucked up somehow, big time. They did everything they could to pull it out of him but all he would say was he didn’t know.

Chan didn’t want to tell them you had slept together; he didn’t think they needed to know that, or that you would want them to know that. You very obviously regretted the decision whatever the reason was, so he wasn’t about to go around telling people what the two of you had done. On day five the guys all had the day off and had stuck around the apartment for the day. You still remained in you fortress. In the evening there was a knock at the door and when Chan answered it, he found your best friend Kimmy on the other side.

“Okay are you holding her hostage or have you killed her already?” Chan looked at Kimmy perplexed as he stepped aside to allow her in.

“What are you talking about?” Chan asked as Kimmy made her way further into the apartment.

“That is the only two ways the love of my life would go five whole days without replying to any of my texts or calls.” Minho threw his head back towards the two people that were walking into the living area.

“Oh, dip shit there has done something to send her off the deep end. She’s been playing her records and pretty much hasn’t left her room since she was sent home from work Monday. I only knew that happened because I’m her emergency contact and her boss called me to check in on her when she didn’t answer her phone calls either.” Kimmy looked at Chan who looked away biting at his lips and pulling at his curls frustrated.

“What the FUCK did you do Chan?” Kimmy took a step towards him and he backed up putting his hands up in defense.

“Look I don’t really know exactly okay! One minute I’m overhearing her talking to you about wanting to fuck me, the next we’re having the BEST sex of my life and then the next minute she’s kicking me out crying and won’t tell me why or how I can help. I have no fucking clue and all I want to do it fix it!” Minho’s eyes shot to Chan instantly when he heard the new piece of information that Chan had been withholding.

“You and y/n had sex!? Why are you only just now mentioning that?!” Chan shook his head.

“Because it isn’t really any of your business, clearly, she regrets it so why would I go around telling people if she wishes she hadn’t done it?! I only told Kimmy because she was who was talking to y/n on the phone about the whole thing.” Things weren’t adding up to Kimmy though. If Chan had overheard your conversation and you had slept together what happened? Why were you upset?

“With as little explicit detail as possible run down the moments right before she kicked you out.” Chan nodded and started giving a break down.

“Alright so we... finished. I was getting up to go to my room to get dressed and work on some songs that needed arranging and I assume she was about to go to bed since she worked the next day...” Kimmy cut Chan off mid story.

“You didn’t stay after you had sex? You know sleep together for the night after that? Cuddle, whatever?” Chan shook his head with his brows furrowed in confusion.

“No, I didn’t know protocol in a situation like that. I thought it might be weird for people who were just hooking up to cuddle or sleep together so I was giving her space. We live together so; I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable...” Kimmy cocked an eyebrow at Chan and put up a finger to halt his reply.

“What do you mean people who were just hooking up? Obviously, you know that was WAY more than just sex for y/n.” Chan had the look of a confused puppy on his face and Jisung and Minho could not defend his density in that moment.

“I... what now?” Kimmy clenched her fists and took a step towards Chan again.

“Are you really telling me y/n was just a FUCK for you right now?!” Chan backed away shaking his head.

“Don’t say it like that! It wasn’t like that! I thought she wanted to be like friends with ben-” Chan was cut off by a right hook from Kimmy.

“You idiotic, selfish, asshole! Y/n is in LOVE with you! If you had ACTUALLY listened to our whole conversation or stopped to talk to her yourself instead of just thinking with your dick, you wouldn’t have caused this situation in the first place because y/n would have NEVER slept with you if she knew you didn’t care about her!” Chan held his cheek as his eyes narrowed at Kimmy’s words.

“Hey! Who the fuck says I don’t care about her?! Just because I read the situation wrong doesn’t mean that I don’t fucking care! It DESTROYS me to know that I’ve done something like this and hurt her. I would understand if she never forgave me because I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself! I have worried about her every minute of the last five days and she's right behind that door and I miss her so much!” Tears were welling up in Chan’s eyes the more he went on.

“Now, you’re telling me I made the one girl I care about most think I don’t care at all. That she didn’t matter to me. That she was something I thought could be thrown away after being used. I hurt her in an unforgivable way and she’s been alone with those ideas, those thoughts, for days!” Chan pulled at his curls with both hands as the tears he had been trying to hold back, fell. Kimmy’s shoulders slumped in defeat. She hadn’t banked on Chan actually being in love with you too when he first started to explain the situation. Now that he’d confessed that he cared about you also she had to get him to say it to you; but how?

“If I can get y/n to talk to you; you’re going to make everything right and tell her how you feel?” Chan shook his head with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“I’ll tell her everything I swear! I’ll make it right!” Kimmy pointed at Chan.

“You fucking better because she’s probably gonna murder me for this. Come stand here in the bathroom.” Chan got up and followed Kimmy down the hall. He could hear the music from your room again. Kimmy lowered her voice.

“Just follow my plan. Stay here out of sight until you get the signal.” Chan wanted to ask what plan, what signal? Before he could Kimmy was walking towards your door and knocking.

“Angel. Light of my life. Love of my lifetime. Open up please.” Kimmy pressed her forehead against the door, one of her hands braced on the door frame as she waited to see if you would reply or better yet open up. Kimmy’s head perked up when she heard your music get turned down.

“K-Kimmy?” Even though you couldn’t see her she nodded.

“Yea pumpkin it’s me, open up, let me in.” You cracked the door just a bit and peeked out. You looked so worn out and she wondered how much sleep you had been getting. Your eyes were rimmed red and she wasn’t sure if it was from the crying, lack of sleep, or both and her heart sank.

“Are the guys gone?” Kimmy gave a small nod. A small nod and a small lie. You opened the door all the way to let Kimmy in and turned to start walking towards your record player and the blankets on the floor.

“Shut the door on your way in please, I don’t want any of the guys walking in, especially Chan.” Kimmy hesitated a moment when you said that but decided to bite the bullet and waved Chan over, harshly pointing for him to go in instead of her. He looked apprehensive but when Kimmy gave him a death stare, he knew he had to do it. No matter how hard it was, no matter if it hurt him. Chan had to. For you. He walked into your room, your back was still turned and he shut the door. When you heard the door click closed you went into trying to explain what happened to your friend.

“Kimmy I’m so stupid I-” Chan cut you off.

“No, you’re not I am.” You spun around wide eyed, Chan’s voice being the last you thought you would hear coming from behind you since you had just been told that him and the other two guys were gone. Kimmy and now Jisung and Minho were plastered to the door. Kimmy looked around at them and quickly became the voice of reason.

“We should give them some privacy.” Her and Jisung stood up to head back towards the living room and Minho nodded with his ear to the door.

“Yea... you’re right.” He agreed but made no movement away from the door. Kimmy smacked Minho on the head.

“That means you too nosey!” Minho grimaced but stood up and followed Kimmy and Jisung away from the door to give you two your moment alone. Back in the room things got tense fast as soon as you realized what your best friend had done and that it was Chan in your room and not Kimmy.

“Chan!? Wha-?! GET OUT!” Tears started to well up in your eyes as you turned back away from him.

“GET OUT!! PLEASE!” Your voice dropped off lower as you continued to beg Chan.

“Please. I-I... I can- I can’t Ch-Channie please.” You hiccuped and cried as you sunk to your knees with your face in your hands begging him to leave. He had to stay though he had to tell you. It might not fix it but he can’t let you go on thinking he doesn’t care, that you don’t mean more to him.

“I can’t go y/n I can’t. I-” Chan choked back his own tears seeing you broken on the floor knowing he was the one that broke you like that.

“I am SO sorry. I know it takes none of the pain I caused away, I know that, but I am truly sorry. I’m sorry for not stopping and actually communicating better with you before taking such a huge step in our friendship, our relationship. I’m sorry for making you think you weren’t worth more than a fuck to me when you are so fucking precious to me baby girl. I’m sorry I didn’t see how much you cared about me. I’m sorry I was too stupid and scared to tell you I cared about you. I’m so SO sorry for hurting you y/n.” Chan leaned his back against your door and slid down burying his head in his knees as he cried. There was no going back. He was certain of that. He’d fucked up too big on this one. He’d done what was easily the worst thing he’d ever done in his life and no amount of apologizing or wishing would take it back.

When your hand smoothed down the curls on the back of Chan’s head he almost jumped out of his skin. He hadn’t realized you had gotten up and made your way over to him after confessing his feelings for you. He lifted his head and your other hand wiped tears away from his cheek while your tears still trailed down your own.

“Do you really mean it Channie? You really actually care about me? L-like the way I care about you I mean?” You sniffled and you sounded so, unsure, shocked even. Like there was no possibility that could ever be the scenario and he was just messing with you. You knew he wasn’t but that would seem more likely than him actually caring for you in your mind. Chan’s hands cupped your face.

“Baby girl, I am absolutely crazy for you. I am so in love with you y/n.” You leaned in and pressed your lips against his with your eyes closed tightly, afraid if you opened them, you’d find yourself waking from some dream. You pulled away, your lips hovering an inch away from Chan’s.

“I love you too Channie.” You started kissing him again, with more passion, and you climbed on his lap straddling his waist, a thigh on each side of his body as his hands found purchase on your waist. Your lips pressed against his jaw, his throat, and you started to push his shirt up exposing his firm torso. Chan stopped you.

“Wait wait wait. We don’t have to-” You sat up straight with a small frown on your face and Chan sat up straighter too.

“Y-you don’t want to-” Chan stopped that idea dead in its tracks.

“NO! I mean yes! I want to! I do. I just don’t want to give you the wrong impression after everything that’s happened already. What I feel for you, it’s not just about sex baby. I REALLY need for you to know that. Do you understand?” You shook your head and pulled Chan in for another kiss. It started sweet and warm but quickly heated up into one burning with the anticipation you both felt. When you slid over Chan’s lap you could feel his growing erection pressing against you. Chan started kissing and nibbling at your neck and you tilted your head granting him better access, letting out a breathy moan.

“W-will you stay with me tonight? I mean like sleep in here with me?” Chan stopped immediately. He held your face and looked deeply into your eyes.

“Baby yes, yes, I will, I promise! I was an idiot the other night. No matter what the situation, even if it had been casual, I shouldn’t have gotten up and tried to leave right after we finished, while you were still cleaning up. That was incredibly stupid and disrespectful of me to do and I swear my intentions were good but it’s the road to hell that’s paved by those. I fucked up. Our first time should have been special. Our first time should have been me making love to you not fucking you and trying to leave you to clean my cum off yourself alone. I’m so sor-” Chan’s voice started to quiver as tears pricked his eyes again and you pushed your fingers against Chan’s lips.

“It’s alright now Channie. I know, I just... just needed to hear you say you would is all.” You threaded your fingers through his hair as he nodded his understanding and your lips met again.

“You can make it up to me, make love to me now Channie. Touch me baby.” Chan stood up with you in his arms and carried you over to your bed laying you down gently. He peeled his shirt off and climbed on top of you capturing your lips as his hands roamed your body and then removed your shirt. Pleased to find you braless, he cupped one of your breasts and pinched the nipple until it pebbled. Chan lazily made out with you, tongues gliding over each other's as his hand ventured further down your body until he slid his fingers in to the waist band of the pajama pants you were wearing and he stopped.

“Is this okay?” You shook your head yes and bit at your lips as Chan’s fingers continued past your waist band and slid through your wet folds, starting at your entrance, gathering your arousal and then gently rubbing your clit. When your mouth fell open Chan took the opportunity to put his tongue in it again. Your lips latched onto his super soft plump ones and you wrapped your arms around Chan’s broad shoulders as two of his fingers slid inside you.

“Fuck Channie! That feels really good baby!” Chan sucked and nibbled on your ear as he started finger fucking you slow and deep, curling his fingers until you...

“THERE! F-FUCK! Right there Channie oh my fucking god don’t stop!” Chan smiled against your neck as his fingers drove you to the edge and over.

“Cum for me baby girl let me see that pretty face you make when you melt for me.” And melt you did drenching Chan’s fingers in your cum as he worked you through your climax.

“No one is as pretty as you are when you cum baby girl god damn.” Your whole body was flushed and you were panting as you pulled Chan on top of you and started kissing him again.

“I need you Channie please.” Chan nodded he grabbed your pajama pants and pulled them down and off of you before standing and taking off his own pants and underwear and crawling back between your legs. Chan reached over for the drawer in your night stand that you had pulled a condom out of the last time. He opened it and fished one out, quickly putting it on and lining up with your glistening cunt. He hesitated, leaning down, his fingers tracing your face, pushing your hair away as he looked at you.

“I love you y/n.” Chan kissed you and slowly pushed into you. You moaned out into his kiss from the pleasure of having him inside you again and the words that came out of his mouth just before claiming you.

“Channie oh my god! I love you please, keep going!” Chan set a slow pace but fucked you deep as he peppered tender kisses across your face.

“This is what you deserve baby girl, gentle touches, soft kisses. You’re so pretty, so soft, you take me so well jagiya.” Chan moved a bit faster as you started to thrust your hips against his.

“You’re so good to me Channie, you’re treating me so sweetly. You make me feel so sexy, so good.” You pulled Chan down into another kiss and then brought your lips to his ear.

“I love how sweet and gentle you’ve been treating me baby.” Your voice dropped to a whisper.

“Now please, fuck me like I’m yours.” Chan looked at you and the sweet innocent face you were giving him moments before was long gone and was replace by want and lust. Chan sat back on his knees pulled you close by your hips and started to fuck you fast and hard.

“God YES Channie! YES, like that! HARDER please!” Chan started thrusting into you even harder and you held onto him trying to ground yourself to something tangible.

“I try to give it to you sweet and soft but you want me to fuck you huh? You want it hard huh?” Chan slammed into you faster the more worked up he got.

“Yes, baby fuck me hard! Make me take your cock deep baby FUCK!” Chan smirked at you and started fucking you deeper.

“You’re so sweet but you just want to be fucked like a slut don’t you baby girl. Are you my good little slut?” Something about the angle Chan was hitting now, and the way he called you HIS good little slut sent you flying into oblivion out of nowhere. You orgasm blindsided you like a linebacker. You couldn’t process the words in your head, they just came out as you rode through the waves of ecstasy Chan was sending you on.

“Yes Channie, fuck yes, I’m your good little slut Channie. Want your cum! Where do you want to cum baby? Give it to me where ever you want!” Chan kept fucking you hard and deep for a moment longer dragging out your climax as long as possible before pulling out and pulling the condom off. He stroked the head of his cock as he twisted his wrist moaning at the sight of you fucked out beneath him.

“Your mouth baby? Can I cum in your mouth?” You nodded as your eyes were completely fixated on Chan’s hand gliding up and down his pretty, flushed, cock. You propped yourself up on your elbows and Chan’s thighs started to tremble the closer he got to his orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum baby girl, FUCK! I’m gonna cum!” You opened your mouth wide, sticking out your tongue. Chan pressed the head of his cock on your tongue and as the first stream of salty cum coated it you wrapped your lips around the head of Chan’s cock and sucked him dry while he shook and twitched through the aftershocks of his climax. Chan pulled his dick out of your mouth and he sat back on his feet looking down at you still propped on your elbows. You gave Chan a cute little smirk and then opened your mouth and let his cum and your spit dribble down your chin and onto your breasts.

“Oh, FUCK baby girl! You are so dirty!” Chan leaned down and kissed your messy lips as he groped your cum covered breasts, smearing his seed around your nipples as he continued to devour your lips. Rutting against you already working his way towards round two. Only when you heard a knock at your bedroom door did you two stop and remember there were other people in the apartment and you two had just had very loud makeup sex. You cleared your throat and tried to sound as normal as possible when you answered.

“Uh... yeaaa? What’s up?” You heard a throat clear and then Jisung spoke up.

“I have been nominated, for some fucking reason...” Jisung said under his breath.

“To be the one to ask if you guys want to quote ‘take a refuel break from your fuck session’, Minho’s words not mine, and have dinner with us before Kimmy leaves?” Your face burned red as you thought about everything they all must have just heard. Could you go out there and face them at the dinner table right after that? You looked at Chan who looked down at his already half hard cock and smirked at you before he shouted back to Jisung.

“No thanks the fuck session isn’t over just yet! Tell Kimmy y/n will call her tomorrow.” The disgusted groan that came from Jisung as he walked away could be heard easily through the door, but you couldn’t find it in you to care when Chan’s pouty lips were pressed against your skin again. When you both had finally exhausted yourselves and gotten cleaned up Chan crawled into bed under the covers with you, pulled you close and held you as you both fell asleep together, just like he promised.

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 1 year ago

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summary : something else popped into Eddie's mood, the moment you walked in from work

warnings : 18+ MDNI!!! Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, reader and Eddie are in a relationship, no use of y/n, they're both (21), p in v penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it up), Eddie is so in love with reader (ugh gimme an Eddie please), aftercare, I'm still new to this spicy fics so I'm sorry! 😭

what to expect : SMUT!SMUT!SMUT! and fluff

note to reader : I have to admit this idea just came off after we got home for a stroll, I'm exhausted but the way my makeup looks faded but still looks so freaking good?!? I was like "okay, time to write" ✍🏻

author note : I just know, Eddie, would be so fucking down bad for it, I mean- seeing you so tired but still looking HOT AS FUCK- MY GOD- SOMETHING ELSE POSSESSED HIM

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Eddie is always the first one to go home from work, another gig successful

But still, he is aiming for greater than this

He knows that you're deserve so much better than you're both having right now

Eddie tries to not think about it too much, he is so worried about the future

Yeah, he is grateful for this, it pays the bills

He won't stop though and you know that, you'll do the same thing with him too

You both help each other, learn and grow together as partners

His heart sparks ever since he dated you and now you're his....

It never goes out, it will always burning with thankfulness

You believed in him just like he believed in you

"Hi, Eddie" you walked in with a small smile as he heard your high-heeled shoes starts clicking the floor

He straighten himself up from the couch as his eyes follow you

"Hey" he says as you lowered yourself to give him a quick kiss on his lips, he smiles but his eyes grows darker the moment he smelled your scent

You directly went into the bathroom, the perfume you had is very intoxicating

It's the perfume you always wore since senior high school, he never grew tired of it

But damn, he felt a very new feeling to his senses, he breathes heavily

You always looked good, even you tried to tell him that you look so awful when you just woke up or didn't have any makeup on

You tried to reason with him before "I'm so haggard, Eddie, don't look at me"

He always appreciates the things you do for yourself, that's why you love him

The best part is that, he always makes you feel good about yourself

He knows that you're just saying that because you feel shy and since you're both outcasts back then

You didn't believe that you are truly indeed beautiful inside and out

Eddie stands up, ignoring the live concert that he's watching just a few minutes ago before you arrived

The sound of it is all just a background to him now

You left the bathroom door open in the corner of your eye, you can see him leaning against the doorframe, he's looking at you

But.... This feels a lot different

You put your hand on the edge of the sink for balance as you tried to remove your high-heeled shoes that has been killing your feet the entire day

Eddie's mind right now is just all over the place

It's unbelievable to him that even though you're had enough of the day

You still managed to get his breath all locked up and had his heart skips more than once

Your hair is piled up in a bun, your makeup is all faded but to Eddie? You're the most captivating girl that he has ever seen

You feel all so silly when Eddie thinks you're pretty wearing a goddamn waitress uniform in a local diner

Nah, when it's Eddie Munson? Every outfit that you wear?

You're still looked hot as fuck to him

You let out a sigh of relief as you can finally stretch out your feet

You remove the tie from your bun and the loose voluminous curls bounce at smooth motion that Eddie almost fainted at it

You run your fingers through your scalp first and massaging it a little as you finally brush it at the end

Eddie walks towards to you slowly, you taken noticed that his hair is a bit damp from the bath that he just took earlier

He is now standing at your side, you can feel the familiar tension rising

You looked at him at the reflection of the mirror

"Eds? Is there anything I can help you?" You ask

It took a minute to register from his brain that you just asked him

"Uh, no- baby, I'm just admiring you" his cheeks went tinged pink

You smiled softly at him, you turn to him holding by his forearms "I missed you"

He looks at you lovingly "I missed you too, sweetheart" he tucks your hair behind your ear as you blush from his touch

My god, you're both together for 2 years still feels all too new to you

"How's the gig?"

"Oh, it was fun"

"The crowd?"

"It's wild"

You chuckled "I wanna watch it someday, I really do miss seeing you perform" you say to him as you remove your accessories

"Me too, I miss my girl cheering for me" he smirks as he pokes your side

You immediately felt tickled as you giggled

Eddie rest his elbow on the sink as he looks at you mischievously, you can see in his eyes as he looks at you from up and down

You became suddenly shy at his gaze, you tried to avoid to blush but Eddie thinks it's the most cutest thing ever

He flashes his eyes on you with so much tenderness

You brushed your hair as you put your hair on your shoulder on the side

"Have you eaten dinner?" You asked him as you taken out all of the hair from your brush

"U-Uh no, I haven't yet" He stifled a groan at the sight of your chest with the guitar pick necklace is sitting on the top your breasts

"Mhm, okay, we'll talk about it later after I take bath" you say as you grab your towel

"Hey, wait a minute" he stops you by holding your wrist

You look down at it and back up at him "Yes?"

He doesn't speak as he comes closer to you

Your heart is now suffocating of how he touches you

He starts holding by your waist as he moves his free hand on your neck and now caressing your cheek

You're both looking at each other, eye to eye, having the same feelings with each other

He moves one more inch and by that he captures your lips as he pulls you closer to him

You squealed as he deepens the kiss, your eyes went wide of how rough he is but also very addicting to the way he moves his lips onto yours

The moment he slid his tongue on you

You mewled and sigh in content as your hands went to his luscious brown curly hair

He breaks the kiss as you ragged breathing

He starts unbottoning your work dress

"Eddie- wha" you're so amused by his behavior tonight but also you're perplexed

He places his index finger in the middle of your lips as he says

"I wanna love you, darling- please"

You nod as you let him continue to what he was doing

He stops as he reaches for your bra "Are you okay?" eyeing you for concern genuinely

You smile at him "I'm always okay with you, Eddie, just you- I'm fine"

He beams as you throw your hands onto him pulled him down to kiss him passionately

He grunts as his hands snakes under your skirt as he removes your underwear

"I couldn't take it anymore" he pants as he swiftly tears off his pajamas

Your skirt riding up as he carries you and places you at the edge of the sink

His hand are under your thighs as he places his palms on the side to open your legs wider for him

Your hair is now messy and your unbottoned top is now all crinkled of how aggressive Eddie is undressing you

The straps of bra is now falling onto the side as he decides to remove them by the cups of your bra as he starts putting love bites marks on it

You gasp at the feeling

He stares at you for a moment as he let his hand gliding from your neck to your body

You squirm and just his simple touch sends shivers to your spine

He devilishly smirks at you as you started getting all giggly of how he looked

Not gonna lie- you're so turned on but you wore a cherry pink lipstick today and is now smudged on his lips

He pulls you closer to him "What's so funny, baby?" His voice is deeper than it was before

"It's my lipstick is smeared on you now" you snorted as you gesture it to him

He looks at himself in the mirror, too focused on loving you that he didn't get the chance to notice

He shrugs playfully with a grin on his face as he says "I'm gonna kiss you for all I care until that lipstick is on me"

You shrieked at the moment he is now inside on your awaiting hole

He didn't give you time to adjust as he fills all the way up

He chuckles darkly to your dumbfounded expression as you rolled your eyes to him playfully

"See? This is what you get when you look like that"

His thrusts starts from slow to faster and you couldn't even register of what he's been saying to you

You're so fuckdrunk that you can't even talk

"I-I haven't t-taken a bath yet- Eddie!- oh" you spoke between your "oh's" and moans

You follow his pace as he begins to sheathes himself to your pussy

He grabs both of your legs and put it around to his waist

He grips tightly on your hips as he pulls in and out of you deliciously

He leans forward to smell your neck as he nips at it as your eyes fluttery shut from the sweet sensation building up

"You smell so fucking good to me, sweetheart, I don't see the problem" he shakes his head and pretends to think for a moment

You pout at him as he smiled widely

"Shit, baby, you're so tight- it's killing me" he praises

"M-more, please" you support yourself by holding onto his shoulders but goddamn the way Eddie goes in and out makes you feel all wobbly

"Yeah, baby- I'm here" he moans and his face contorted in pleasure

You lean backward placing both of your palms on the sink as you start grinding

"Ooh yes, sweetheart- damn" he exclaims in shock of how so freaking good you feel

"E-Eddie- it f-feels a-amaz-ing" your voice turns high pitched as it becomes faster and faster

Your moans echoes in the bathroom as Eddie just in awe of how you looked

Your cheeks flushed, he doesn't even know if it's your makeup blush of how flushed it is and your forehead has a bit of a sweat

Your eyes are now prickled with tears, your eyeliner is faded, your mascara is clumped and your smeared lipstick is the most hottest thing he ever seen

The fact he's the one and the only one who makes all these noises coming out of you he feels honored and proud

The look of yours with mouth hanging open with that fucking lipstick of yours is now engraved onto his mind forever

The way your glistening pussy of how super wet it is that is making the unholiest of sounds in the area

You tried to open your eyes to watch Eddie as he couldn't even look to where he wants his eyes to stay

He always groans by looking at your pussy devouring his dick so delectable that it drives him mad

"I'm all yours, Eddie-" you announced between your screams and moans

"Fuck, this was it for me"

If it wasn't aggressive enough earlier, he starts moving and sliding his dick onto you that it flows a lot of your arousal

You throw your head back as he fucks you until you see stars "Holy shit! E-Eddie- ah"

You wrap your arms around him almost hugging him and as if your bodies weren't close enough as he brings you more nearer to the edge of the sink

His free hand cups your breasts and kneads it making you moan even more

Your hands is now tugging his hair making him growl

Both skins are slapping against each other and him never letting you go as he puts himself on the crook of your neck as he fucks the hell out of you

You arch your back as you kept saying "Faster, E-Eddie-"

"Hold on- I got you" he squeeze his eyes shut

"you feel so good- sweet thing- you're literally made just for me"

Your head tilt sideways, fuckdrunk and cockdrunk all together in one

Eddie feels just the same way as you do

When he can feel that you're coming close

You yelped when he carries you as he sits in the rim of the bathtub, straddling you on his lap

"Please- bounce on my cock, baby" he begs for you

You bite your lip at the stimulation, you will do anything for him

"ugh" your eyes rolled back and helps you by assistance

He bucks his hips as he holds you by the waist guiding to his short circuiting pace

Your legs tremble and he just chuckles again of how fucked up you look

"That good, huh?" He looks so smug, you can't even form anything now to tease him

You shook your head weakly

Instead of saying something, you kissed him on the lips as he melts with it

You start to ride him, he pulled back with an agape mouth

"I don't- think- I can hold it anymore" your eyes pleading for him

"Cum for me, come on" he fucks you nastier

You start holding onto him once again like your life depended on it

Your kiss with him are starting to get sloppily as you moan onto his ear

"E-Eddie, Ed-s" your whole body is now shaking

You ride and you ride until you scream his name the time you come out undone

"W-Where'd you want it?"

"Inside of me"

"A-Are you sure?"

"Yes, I want you to dump it all inside of me"

"Fuck- that's- holy fucking- what a dream"

He thrusts onto you until he finishes

It's all too much that it's leaking out of you, he moans at the sight of it, he uses his fingers to tuck it all in, you gasp

He pulls out of you slowly while holding you carefully, for a moment he thought you're passed out as you rest your head on the side of his shoulder with your eyes closed

He smiles to himself

"What's gotten into you, Ed's?" You chuckled of what just happened

He suddenly grows flustered and a little bit embarrassed since.... maybe the neighbors heard it

His cheeks are now reddish and you pinch it watching his face scrunches up in annoyance as you giggled again

He finally looks at you

"I-I just can't help myself whenever you come home from work or whatever the things that you do, with that faded makeup and perfect hairstyle is just-" he inhales as he dramatically exhales earning another fit of laughter from you

"So, there's not a day that I looked bad to you?" You raised your eyebrow

"Stop saying that or else we're going for round 2" he glares at you but he wiggles his brows

You blushed at it and he chortled

You tried to remove your smudged lipstick using your thumb that is transferred onto his lips as he whines

"I want to keep it" he shuts his lips as you try to take it off

"Eddie! You're being ridiculous!" You push him at the shoulder softly

"Nah- im gonna kissing you like it was my lifeline"

You hummed as he places his lips onto yours

He took care for you and definitely not letting you be alone while taking a bath

You're wearing one of his old pajamas and he wore his black sweatpants with his tattoos full on display as he goes by the telephone

You combed your hair and a fond smile is now growing onto your lips

"Chicken Alfredo Pasta with Garlic Parmesan Wings for dinner?" He asks as he starts dialing the delivery number

You hug him by his side as he places a kiss on the top of you wet hair

"You know me so well, Ed's"

"I know right" he replies with the sassiest tone ever as you both laughed

"I love you so much- Eddie"

"I love you more, sweetheart"

Both of you are snuggled up with each other in the couch with the fluffiest blanket as you both ate dinner together while watching a movie

All of your stress is now all gone, thanks to Eddie

If this is what you're gonna come home for, you couldn't be even more excited for it ;)

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson stranger things 4 #eddie munson supremacy #agirlwholovesrockstarsfics

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Dear Anonymous - Carla Roson (Pt 2)

Warnings : loss of a parent, spicy but not spicy towards the end

(Reader is a female has and has two dads: Father(Demitru) and Dad(Michael))

Later that week your dad returned home from tour gathering you and all the staff downstairs to declare that your father’s funeral was next week Wednesday. So with today being Sunday, your dad hadn’t even given you a week's notice let alone pull you aside and tell you separately.

You had all the respect in the world for the staff that had practically raised you but you are his daughter. Doesn't that mean something? Weren’t you meant to be a part of the planning, helping to commemorate the life of your father.

You’d already escaped to Carla’s house three times that week after hearing of your dad’s impending arrival and once on the day of his arrival not quite ready to see him. So you didn't want to turn up at her house again, afraid you were becoming a burden. But this was unbelievable almost as if the minute your father wasn't around your dad forgot you existed.

Just as you're getting ready to leave the room your dad calls out your name beckoning you to follow him into the home office.

“Y/n, I just wanted to let you know that during the procession you’ll be walking behind me with your aunts and uncles.”

“Why aren't I walking next to you ?” you ask incredulously

“Well, I already have to hold your fathers portrait and that should be front and centre. Don’t you think so ?” You couldn’t argue with him there but it was what he said next that confirmed your prior assumptions.

“Wouldn't want everyone to be distracted comparing the two of you” If your dad had stopped at his previous statement then you would have been fine but adding the second part just confirmed that your Dad hated the resemblance you had to your father.

“Are you serious right now ?”

“What, I’m not wrong it got brought up every time you two went anywhere together”

“Yeah, maybe because i’m his fucking daughter” You practically shouted, frustrated at his blatant insensitivity.

“Y/n M/n Caregula, You will not raise your voice at me as you’re my daughter as well” He shouts back, clearly offended by your choice of words.

“Well, you don’t act like it. You haven't acted like it at all since he died'' You retaliate, finally getting the chance to confront your dad on his recent behaviour.

He goes quiet for a moment, face dropping as soon as the words leave your lips.

“Y/n I don’t owe you any explanations, you know this is a hard time for me.”

Hot tears start streaming down your face as you whisper “It’s just as hard for me, I just want you to talk to me like when I was little. When I fell in the playground at lunch and after school you sat me down and talked about how pain works, how it may hurt currently but it gets better. When our dog, Diesel, died and you both talked to me about grief, how he’d gone to a better place where he’ll never feel pain or suffering ever again.”

“I’m just asking for you to be my dad again, why can’t you see that ?” Your voice breaks on the last few words, turning around to leave study you sob “I just want my Parents back”

—-

The day of the funeral arrives and you haven't spoken to anyone since that Sunday in the office with your dad. Carla and Rebeka had tried reaching out to you after they heard about the funeral date but no answer came from you.

A staff member comes into your room to lay your suit on the table, as you stand up to take a look at it you notice that it’s one of your fathers tailored to your dimensions. Goosebumps rise along your skin as you pick up the suit holding it up to your body in the mirror.

You barely last a few seconds before you crumble to the floor clutching the suit in your hands.

A knock at the door comes unnoticed to you as the door opens and Carla walks in shutting the door behind her. Greeted by the sight of you huddled up in a ball, a suit clutched to your chest. Heavy sobs leaving your mouth, a sign of an oncoming panic attack.

She moves in front of you blocking the mirror. Clutching your shoulders to lift you into a seated position.

“Y/n” she speaks, your eyes snapping to hers “Y/n I need you too breath”

You almost feel like rolling your eyes at her as if it was that easy. But sensing the eye roll, she glares at you bringing you back to reality. Holding her stare, you begin to follow her breaths slowing down the pace of your chest.

After a while all that escapes your mouth is “It's his suit”

Carla’s mouth slightly opens to acknowledge this but it shuts just as fast as she rises to her feet pulling you up with her.

“Let’s get it on you then, we’re getting through this bit by bit.”

—

“You can turn around now” you rasp out, your throat raw from the minimal amount of talking you’d been doing.

Carla feels bad for admiring the way the suit fits on you, having to draw her eyes away from the way the sleeves hug your arms. A slight smirk arises from you about to comment on her wandering eyes but just as you were about to, your eyes catch the mirror.

You take a breath about to speak but once again no words are found.

Once again sensing your panic, Carla moves to stand fully in front of the mirror. Blocking it with her body, she tips your head down to make eye contact with you.

“You look great, you don't need the mirror to tell you that. Now we are going to walk out of here, I'll walk you to the funeral car and I'll meet you at the church” She slowly tells you, making sure that you pay attention to her words.

You give her a weak nod still unable to speak.

She takes your hand like she did in the school bathroom and leads you out of your room, down the stairs and out the front door to the awaiting car. You can see your dad already waiting inside of the car jogging his foot, clearly impatient that you made him wait.

The chauffeur opens the door and Carla goes to let go of your hand allowing you to get in but you desperately grab at her arm.

“Can you come with me?“ Your face, her eyes begging her.

She goes to answer you but a voice comes from the car

“Y/n get in now, we’re going to be late” Your dad interrupts

“Carla please…” You ask again, ignoring him

“Y/n, NOW! Leave the girl we have to go” He raises his voice causing Carla to move her arm from your grip and step back allowing you more room to get in the car.

That seems to have answered your question as your eyes slightly begin to water and you get in the car.

Just before the door shuts Carla shouts.

“I’ll see you at the church Y/n/n”

—

Carla stays true to her word as during the procession you are able to spot her on the sidelines making eye contact several times. Your Dad in front and father’s siblings on your sides slightly shield you from sight but you can still make her out.

The funeral is extravagant and dragged out as per your dad's request. With a few words from him, your fathers family members and friends. You’ve become so numb that you don’t even react to the fact that your dad never asked you to speak, just add it to the list of things he’s done. The church part of the service ends with your Dad redirecting everyone back to the house for a continuation of the service. He ushers you back to the car alongside him before you have any time to look around for Carla or even Rebeka at this point.

Enduring the evening of sorrowful looks and condolences it gets to a point when your Dad announces a song that he wrote dedicated to his husband.

Only the second he starts the first chord you recognise the song.

He was playing your song.

During music class with your tone deaf teacher, Mr Riba, he urged you to convey your feelings in a song. Though it was honestly the last thing you wanted to do, opting to curl up in a ball and cry. A few days later you’d done it anyway and you gave it to him as an audio file, causing him to rave and praise your talent comparing you to your dad.

You don’t have any idea as to how Michael got his hands on it but you can't imagine it took much effort as he glances at you with a soft smile on his face as if he’s comforting you. Of course to anyone else it would look this way but the knife in your back just twists.

He nears the end of the song and as if this day could get any worse for you, you overhear one of your aunts whisper to someone you’ve never met before.

“You know, Dimetru was on that plane to make it back for Y/n’s school concert. Imagine if he'd never gotten on that plane.”

“It's a shame she didn’t do anything to commemorate him” They whisper back.

The pin finally drops for you.

Michael is done with ‘his’ commemorative song and he reaches out for your hand as you can tell he's bringing the service to an end but you don't move. Your eyes fixed on the door and the heavy rain, you can only think one thing.

Run.

So you do.

Ignoring Michael's calls from behind you reach the door slamming it open startling everyone in the room. You're pretty sure the glass on the door broke with the force but you can't bring yourself to care.

The heavy rain pours drenching the suit and plastering your hair to your forehead as you keep moving, each rapid footstep causing discomfort to ripple through your body. Your destination in mind just causes you to push harder, chest screaming out in anguish causing you to reach a hand out to clutch at it.

By the time you've made it to the school and up the many stairs that you struggled your way up, you collapse on the roof. Your body giving up under the amount of strain that you put it under, willing yourself to move just a bit further you move towards the edge, legs hanging over, upper body laid down. As if your final act, your hand moves up to grasp at the tie, loosening it, finally attempting to get some substantial air in your lungs.

—

You’ve been laid there for what seems like hours but it's only been a few minutes when the roof door opens. Your head doesn’t turn knowing it wouldn't be long before someone came to find you. Your eyebrows only raise in suspicion at Carla’s face hanging over yours, although upside down. The umbrella perched over her head momentarily shields you from the rain.

“You made quite a scene back there” She discloses, moving to sit by you. Further away from the edge. “Made it easier for me to slip away though” Carla adds with a grin.

You don’t move in the slightest, the numbing feeling from earlier reintroducing itself. Despite her efforts to cheer you up.

“That was your song back there wasn’t it?” Still nothing from you “It was, I don’t know why i bothered asking, surprised he took it though surely as the world renowned musician he is he could have written something himself?”

Nothing yet again

“This silence thing you're doing is kinda getting old, you know I wouldn't do this for anyone right? I’m pretty sure my dads figured out I'm not there by now since I took the car.”

“Why are you here ?” The question leaves your lips almost offending her. Almost.

“In all honesty…no lo se” She replies “I’ve been here the last few days doesn’t seem right to stop now.”

This causes you to sit up turning your face to look at her, makeup untouched and dress undrenched. You on the other hand look a mess, finally getting a proper look at you she sees your cheeks covered in a light sheen, raindrops lingering on your eyelashes, eyes sunken in clearly showing how tired you were.

“You look like shit” She blurts out. You let out a quiet snort at this slowly morphing into a full blown laugh as your head nods in agreement.

“I’m sure I do!” You exclaim trying to calm down, but it just gets harder as she joins in laughing just as hard.

“I’m sorry” she says as your laughter calms down.

“Me too” Is all you say back. Confusing Carla as it doesn't seem like you have anything to apologise for.

“I'm sorry that my face is so similar to my dead fathers that Michael can't even bare to look at it” Your laughter slightly resumes but Carla ceases completely.

“I’m sorry that my father felt the need to get on a plane to see his fucking daughter. I’m sorry that I didn’t take a bigger role in a funeral that i didn’t know was going to happen until four fucking days ago” Your laughter becomes hysterical as you start swaying on the edge. Starting to scare Carla by how much closer you're getting to fall off.

“Y/n…” she speaks softly

“You, know I always thought I had the best parents growing up turns out ones dead and the other one was just bearing with my presence for the dead one”

“Y/n.” She speaks firmer than before trying to call you toward her.

“Never thought this is how I'd find out, the guy who dedicated his songs to his family, taught me to play my instruments, helped me back to sleep after a bad dream. It was all for show wasn’t it? I’m supposed to be focused on the fact that DIMETRU IS FUCKING DEAD” you scream the last part trying to block Michael from your mind.

That last shout makes you lose balance causing you to fall forward when the sound of something hitting the floor and a sharp tug at the back of your blazer jolts you into action. Getting a handle on the edge you propel yourself backwards further onto the roof. By doing this you accidentally take Carla down with you causing her to slip but you catch her before her head hits the ground.

“You idiot!” She gasps out moving to sit fully in your lap, ear pressed against your hard breathing chest. Hands gripping at your back seemingly wanting you as close as possible.

“I…I’m sorry” You really mean this one. Taken aback by the sudden influx of affection she’s showing you, speaking into her hair “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Whatever maldito idiota” Her voice comes out muffled against your chest “Never again”

“Never again” You repeat. You press a light kiss to her forehead, causing her head to raise out of your chest, eyes staring directly into yours. “Sorry… it just felt like the right time.”

“Stop apologising” she replies, eyes still holding eye contact.

Her nose brushes over yours, leaning in further she slowly closes the distance, testing the waters.

“This may not be the best moment but…Carla can I kiss you ?” You ask feeling the need to ask

She rolls her eyes breaking eye contact but moving in again whispering against your lips

“Si”

Your lips meet hers with a deep desperation. Lips crashing together hungry and insistent to keep going. Her hands move your hands from her upper back to her lower back, moving her hands back to grip at your neck pulling you closer, if that was even possible.

Your hands start to grip harder, moving to her hips massaging slightly. Desperate for the world to fade and leave just the both of you in this new found passion. Breathes deep and ragged, your lips and tongues meet over and over again, hearts hammering against your chests seemingly in sync.

She slowly pulls away causing you to whimper slightly and a smirk graces her lips. She knew you wanted more and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want more too. But she has to remind herself that although this confirmed you returned the feelings she did, you weren't currently in the right state of mind.

Not wanting to dampen your mood all she says is.

“This stays between us Y/n” You nod quickly wanting to feel her lips again but she moves back at your advance causing you to groan. “I need to hear you say it Y/n”

“This stays between us” You reply, voice raspy and spent from the effect of a long day.

Too bad the paparazzi that had caught wind of your breakdown had other plans.

AN: part two! I think it’s alright but open to ideas for this series I think maybe two more parts then I can write for others

Also elite season 7! I kinda think it should have ended earlier at most when Samuel died but 🤷‍♂️.

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