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chris-prank · 3 months ago

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A desperate yandere in your area

Chapter 2 : Surprise visitor

Sub pathetic yandere x GN reader

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(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

CW: NSFW, collar, praise kink, masturbating in secret, handjob, voyeurism, teasing, porn with plot, yandere behavior, mention of stalking, reader is horny too and L bomb

Word count: Over 2K

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You sat on your bed, putting headphones in your ears. It had been a truly tiresome day, so you figured that a little alone time was well deserved before doing any house chores. Setting comfortably against your pillows, you selected one of those “man moaning and whimpering” audios. You closed your eyes as the delectable sounds filled your surrendering.

You were starting to get into it, when suddenly, a moan seemed to have been louder than the others. They were also small whimpers…Weird…You decided to not pay much attention to this as your body relaxed. Your hand creeped down your pants when you went in the mood again.

You were making rhythmic movements, trying to imagine a pathetic man in front of you making all these slutty moans. Even in your while enwrapped in your fantasy, you swore some noises were always too loud to be coming from your headphones. You used your clean hand to pause the audio and there it was again! A small whimper!

You checked your phone and no, the audio hadn’t started again. It was so faint that it was difficult for you to pinpoint where it was coming from. You took out your headphones and really tried to concentrate on the source of the noises. It almost sounded like an injured animal, maybe a cat had gotten into your apartment ? You knew that one of your neighbors had one, so it wasn’t impossible. You sigh in defeat, knowing that you wouldn't be able to finish what you started. You took a blanket and got off your bed. You roamed around the room as quietly as possible, not wanting to alarm the poor unknown creature. As you got closer to your closet you could feel your heart pulsating in your ears, the whimpers were coming from there. You raised the blanket, ready to throw it if the animal showed any sign of aggressivity.

In one swift motion you opened the closet door. And there was… Jacce sitting on the ground, pumping his cock forcefully. He was so engrossed by the smell of your shirt covering his face, that he had failed to remember to keep it down. You didn't even scream or move. You felt like you dissociated from your body, as if you were watching this surreal outcome from a second point of view.

The man opened his eyes when he was just about to cum, finally noticing you standing in full height before him— just like he had fantasized on so many occasions, but this time it was real.

“F—ngahh—uck.” His eyes rolled back for a second, his body shuddering while he ejaculated. Ropes of cum shooting unintentionally in your direction.

His sudden climax reactivated your nerve system. You dropped the blanket on him, ran out of the room and into the living room. Not only was there a man that broke into your house to masturbate, this intruder was JACCE! The barista you liked! This was the most horrifying situation you've ever been in. You regretted dreading that it could have been a wild animal, because it would have been better than whatever this was.

You could hear shuffling noises behind you, certainly him trying to put his junk back into his pants as fast as possible.

“Hey w-wait.”

When you turned to face him, his expression was still stuck in this dazed state of the aftermath of cumming. Like clockwork every time he took a step forward you would step back.

“Y-you weren’t… supposed to see th-this.” He breathed out like he ran a marathon, “let me ex-explain before doing anything… p-please.”

Jacce looked down at your hands before looking back at you. You didn’t answer but didn’t make a move either. The man took that as a sign to continue.

“I… I know what it looks like… A guy that you barely know, touching himself in your closet… in your house…” He hesitated at the last part, “but I’m not a creep! I-I did this because I love you!”

Love me?! You had noticed before that he gave you more special treatment compared to other clients… but you never expected this! You felt your body getting weaker, as if you were about to faint from the stress.

“Are you… going to hurt me?”

Jacce's expression seemed to drop at the question, as if he was heartbroken that you thought he would do such a thing. This was not going as planned and he hated himself for it. You weren’t supposed to find him in your closet. You weren’t supposed to see him like this.

“I could n-never hurt you! I love you!” He was speaking with conviction, “I just want to be there for you! To serve you like you deserve… If anything you should be the one hurting m—”

“What are you talking about?!” You cutted him short in a panic, “I don’t want t-that!”

“What!? B—But I can be so good for you!” His voice raised slightly in desperation, “most guys are too stupid to even split the house chores! I'm ready to do everything for you!”

You stepped back while he kept walking forward. He was so absorbed in waves of emotions to notice the fear in your eyes. He gripped his shirt, his hands trembling and tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

“I would NEVER take you for granted! I would be the most attentive and obedient person in your entire life!” His entire body was now shaking violently, “I don’t even have to be your boyfriend, I can be your pet!”

You didn’t know what to do. Your brain was going thousand miles an hour, making it near impossible to settle on something. While trying to think clearly, you also had to focus on what he was saying. He kept going on and on about the fact the he wanted to… serve you. What if it was true and not just excuses to make himself look less bad?

You decided to test your luck. It's not like you had another choice. Jacce was taller than you and getting him more agitated was not a good idea. You builded up all the energy you had left and talked over him in an authoritarian tone.

“Sit down against the wall.”

And he did.

All the panic that contortionned his face had completely disappeared, replaced by an expression of anticipation. He looked sincere about his intentions… but you couldn’t totally believe him just yet. The fear in your guts was still present, but it was slowly being overshadowed by something else. Your mind kept wandering back to the whimpers he cried out while touching himself and how cute he looked all desperate. You could sense the familiar sensation creeping between your legs the longer you looked down at him. Jacce seemed to be also stimulated by the turn of events, because he quickly placed his hands between his legs, not wanting to blow up his small chance with you. This pose gave him an even more submissive look, which made you go crazy.

What if… maybe we could both take advantage of this situation.

You were indeed craving for someone like this. Until now you could only find them in fiction and even then it was hard to dig them out in the sea of dominant love interests. Jacce would get your attention and you would be able to feast upon the site of his patheticness. You were definitely twisted to consider this outcome about a man who broke into your house, but it’s not like you would be doing anything wrong. It's your house so your rules on how to deal with intruders.

“Let me see what's happening between your legs.” You tried to keep the confident facade as you spoke.

Jacce's shoulders jolted a bit in embarrassment, but he did reveal the tent in his pants. He looked so disheveled with his flushed face and his coat lazily falling off one his shoulders. So hot.

“Do you want me to make it better?” Your voice was dripping with such honey, that you were even shocked by it.

He nodded frantically. Consent was something crucial and he had just gave it to you with indisputable enthusiasm.

You got down on your knees to get better access to him. You reached your hand out for his bulge, caressing it, which made his body tremble in anticipation. You unzipped his pants and slightly pulled at the rim of his boxers. His erection sprong out, finally letting you have a good look at it. His dick was 6.5 inches, the foreskin pulled back to reveal his pink gland, now on the verge of turning red. The tip was crowned with little pearls of precum, some of them sliding down his shaft like water drops on a car window. It made your mouth salivate just by thinking of wrapping your lips around it and admire his face contorted in pleasure.

Jacce was clearly trying to stay quiet, but when you spat in your hand, he couldn’t help but whimper at the thought of what was going to happen. You rubbed your palm on his tip, which made him buck his hips, before wrapping your fingers around it. Your thumb was barely reaching your index finger and that warmed your lower half even more. The idea of something like this stretching your inside was so enticing.

“T–thank y–you… Haah… I’ll be so so good to you, I promise.”

Jacce leaned in, clinging to the front of your shirt. At last he was feeling your divine touch. A part of him still couldn’t believe the turn of events. He imagined that you would have at least tried to hit him or something. But no, there you were, willingly giving him a handjob like a merciful master. You squeezed the base of his shaft, admiring the precum oozing out of the tip. You started to stroke him at a medium pace. Surprisingly, his voice was more soft spoken than what you expected. He was murmuring needingly into your ear while his drool stains your clothes. Jacce was still sensitive, since he had already cum not too long ago, causing him to swallow back cries multiple times.

“If you want me to continue you’ll have to answer some questions, ok?”

You felt like you were babying this grown man, talking to him like that. But he didn’t seem to mind, since he nodded without a complaint. Your grip started to loosen up tho, since that wasn’t a satisfying answer.

“Use your words or I’ll stop making you feel good.”

“I’ll–I’ll answer!” He whined.

“Good job.”

He shivered at the praise. That’s what he had dreamed of hearing from you for months. You picked up the paste again, pumping him harder. His head fell back as he unconsciously reached one hand out to his hidden collar. You were taken aback at the sight of it. How depraved is this guy!? Without thinking, you placed your index and middle fingers in the loop and tugged at it, making him moan like never before while jerking his head back up. You were pretty sure he almost came just from that.

“First question… How long have you been stalking me?”

“I st–started five months ago Mmm-Ahh… ” He sobbed, it was so hard for him to speak, “Y-you were always so n–nice to me when you N-gh came into the coffee shop. I wanted to kn-know more.”

You’ve been going to that place for about a year, so at least he hasn’t been doing it for that long. You were a bit taken aback that you never suspected anything though. This guy has been either really good or very lucky until now.

“Do you break into my house often?”

“N-no.”

You abruptly stop touching him, forcing him to speak again.

“I–I swear! I only did it six times!”

He arched his back and whimpered, urging you to stroke him again, which you happily obliged. It was hard not too!

“P-please u-use me, use me, use me! I want to be your dumb ngAhhh little puppy…”

The words were spilling out of his mouth with pure urgency and he bucked his hips against your palm uncontrollably. All clear signs that he was close to release. You couldn’t count the number of times you fantasized about turning someone into such a mess, but now that you were experiencing it, your simple imagination was nothing compared to the real thing. Your own self control started to waver the more it went on. Jacce knew that he was about to cross his limit as well, closing his eyes shut, preparing himself. But the grip around his cock loosened, until it completely disappeared. He whined and moved his hips, searching for the touch of your warm hand again.

“W–why did you stop? I–I told you what you wanted to k-know!”

You didn’t answer, only looking at him with an indecipherable expression. All the moans, whimpers and other noises he let out, made you so horny that it was becoming too much to bear, but you knew it would make him way too happy to be used to make you cum. You couldn’t let him release either. He didn’t deserve it, not yet anyway.

“I’m not letting you cum.”

“Wh-what!? W-why?!” He complained again.

“You broke into my house and stalked me for five months.” You swiftly got on your feet, “bad boys don’t deserve to ejaculate.”

Bad boy was like the last nail into the coffin for the pathetic mess. In Jacce’s top ten of the worst things you could say to him this one was pretty high. Small tears rolled down his cheeks as a result.

“You… you’re right… I’m sorry.” He sniffed.

You did feel a little bit bad for making him cry and wanted to fuck him dumb too. No, not tonight. You had to hammer that in your brain to resist your desires. You decided to at least help him a bit before kicking him out.

“Let's get you cleaned up.”

“N-no! I–I’m supposed to be the one to–to take care of you.” he whined.

You gave him a stern glance, which shut him up instantly. You came back with a bottle and a wet towel in hand, crouched down in front of him and handed out the water. He took it, chugging it halfway in one go.

“T-thanks, you’re so nice to me… even when I don’t deserve it.” He whispered, looking away with a subtle smile on his lips. You could sense that, despite his guilty look, he was celebrating this whole situation on the inside.

With the towel you cleaned off his cock, still covered in a mixture of your spit and his cum. Jacce was looking at you like a puppy who made a mess and was watching his master taking care of it. His breath was getting heavy again and you could feel his cock twitching through the towel. He was totally getting turned on at how gentle and attentive you were to him. This had transformed into the perfect domestic fantasy in Jacce’s twisted mind.

“I’ll help you to the door if you think your legs aren’t strong enough yet.”

“I thought you accepted me! Can’t I stay!?”

“I haven’t made my final decision yet.” You crossed your arms,“if you really are a good boy you will let me think about it.”

Hanging over his head the possibility of being yours was enough for him to accept your request. He didn’t even consider the fact that you could call the police the second he leaves. Besides, the fact that you decided to touch him, instead of all the other decisions possible, was making him a bit more confident. After helping him up, you opened the front door and waited for him to leave. Jacce stopped, now the roles were reversed with his figure overtowering you.

“You promise to think about it?” He whispered anxiously.

“Yes, now please get out.”

He nodded and you watched Jacce for a bit to make sure he was really leaving, before closing the door. You looked down at the spot where the desperate man was previously sitting. You could feel your guts twist again, urging you to satisfy the heat between your legs. You sighed as you went into your room. The dirty audios you used to listen to were definitely not going to be enough to satisfy you anymore.

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I love nothing more then making a reader who is horny for the yandere too 😌

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Here is an other old sketch I made for this chapter back in 2023!

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thewriteadviceforwriters · 6 months ago

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25 Prose Tips For Writers 🖋️✨ Part 1

Hey there!📚✨

As writers, we all know that feeling when we read a sentence so beautifully crafted that it takes our breath away. We pause, reread it, and marvel at how the author managed to string those words together in such a captivating way. Well, today I'm going to unpack a few secrets to creating that same magic in your own writing. These same tips I use in my writing.

But before I begin, please remember that writing is an art form, and like any art, it's subjective. What sounds beautiful to one person might not resonate with another. The tips I'm about to share are meant to be tools in your writer's toolkit, not rigid rules. Feel free to experiment, play around, and find what works best for your unique voice and style.

Power of Rhythm 🎵

One of the most overlooked aspects of beautiful prose is rhythm. Just like music, writing has a flow and cadence that can make it pleasing to the ear (or mind's ear, in this case). Here are some ways to incorporate rhythm into your writing:

a) Vary your sentence length: Mix short, punchy sentences with longer, flowing ones. This creates a natural ebb and flow that keeps your reader engaged.

Example: "The sun set. Darkness crept in, wrapping the world in its velvet embrace. Stars winked to life, one by one, until the sky was a glittering tapestry of light."

b) Use repetition strategically: Repeating words or phrases can create a hypnotic effect and emphasize important points.

Example: "She walked through the forest, through the shadows, through the whispers of ancient trees. Through it all, she walked with purpose."

c) Pay attention to the stressed syllables: In English, we naturally stress certain syllables in words. Try to end important sentences with stressed syllables for a stronger impact.

Example: "Her heart raced as she approached the door." (Stronger ending) vs. "She approached the door as her heart raced." (Weaker ending)

Paint with Words 🎨

Beautiful prose often creates vivid imagery in the reader's mind. Here are some techniques to help you paint with words:

a) Use specific, concrete details: Instead of general descriptions, zoom in on particular details that bring a scene to life.

Example: Instead of: "The room was messy." Try: "Crumpled papers overflowed from the waste bin, books lay spine-up on every surface, and a half-eaten sandwich peeked out from under a stack of wrinkled clothes."

b) Appeal to all five senses: Don't just describe what things look like. Include smells, sounds, textures, and tastes to create a fully immersive experience.

Example: "The market bustled with life. Colorful fruits glistened in the morning sun, their sweet aroma mingling with the earthy scent of fresh herbs. Vendors called out their wares in sing-song voices, while customers haggled in animated tones. Sarah's fingers brushed against the rough burlap sacks of grain as she passed, and she could almost taste the tang of ripe oranges on her tongue."

c) Use unexpected comparisons: Fresh similes and metaphors can breathe new life into descriptions.

Example: Instead of: "The old man was very thin." Try: "The old man was a whisper of his former self, as if life had slowly erased him, leaving behind only the faintest outline."

Choose Your Words Wisely 📚

Every word in your prose should earn its place. Here are some tips for selecting the right words:

a) Embrace strong verbs: Replace weak verb + adverb combinations with single, powerful verbs.

Example: Instead of: "She walked quickly to the store." Try: "She hurried to the store." or "She dashed to the store."

b) Be specific: Use precise nouns instead of general ones.

Example: Instead of: "She picked up the flower." Try: "She plucked the daisy."

c) Avoid clichés: Clichés can make your writing feel stale. Try to find fresh ways to express common ideas.

Example: Instead of: "It was raining cats and dogs." Try: "The rain fell in sheets, transforming the streets into rushing rivers."

Play with Sound 🎶

The sound of words can contribute greatly to the beauty of your prose. Here are some techniques to make your writing more musical:

a) Alliteration: Repeating initial consonant sounds can create a pleasing effect.

Example: "She sells seashells by the seashore."

b) Assonance: Repeating vowel sounds can add a subtle musicality to your prose.

Example: "The light of the bright sky might ignite a fight."

c) Onomatopoeia: Using words that sound like what they describe can make your writing more immersive.

Example: "The bees buzzed and hummed as they flitted from flower to flower."

Art of Sentence Structure 🏗️

How you structure your sentences can greatly affect the flow and impact of your prose. Here are some tips:

a) Use parallel structure: When listing items or actions, keep the grammatical structure consistent.

Example: "She came, she saw, she conquered."

b) Try periodic sentences: Build suspense by putting the main clause at the end of the sentence.

Example: "Through storm and strife, across oceans and continents, despite all odds and obstacles, they persevered."

c) Experiment with sentence fragments: While not grammatically correct, sentence fragments can be powerful when used intentionally for emphasis or style.

Example: "She stood at the edge of the cliff. Heart racing. Palms sweating. Ready to jump."

Power of White Space ⬜

Sometimes, what you don't say is just as important as what you do. Use paragraph breaks and short sentences to create pauses and emphasize important moments.

Example: "He opened the letter with trembling hands.

Inside, a single word.

'Yes.'"

Read Your Work Aloud 🗣️

One of the best ways to polish your prose is to read it aloud. This helps you catch awkward phrasing, repetitive words, and rhythm issues that you might miss when reading silently.

Edit Ruthlessly ✂️

Beautiful prose often comes from rigorous editing. Don't be afraid to cut words, sentences, or even entire paragraphs if they don't serve the overall beauty and effectiveness of your writing.

Study the Masters 📖

Please! Read widely and pay attention to how your favorite authors craft their prose. Analyze sentences you find particularly beautiful and try to understand what makes them work.

Practice, Practice, Practice 💪

Like any skill, writing beautiful prose takes practice. Set aside time to experiment with different techniques and styles. Try writing exercises focused on specific aspects of prose, like describing a scene using only sound words, or rewriting a simple sentence in ten different ways.

Remember, that developing your prose style is a journey, not a destination. It's okay if your first draft isn't perfect – that's what editing is for! The most important thing is to keep writing, keep experimenting, and keep finding joy in the process.

Here are a few more unique tips to help you on your prose-perfecting journey:

Create a Word Bank 🏦

Keep a notebook or digital file where you collect beautiful words, phrases, or sentences you come across in your reading. This can be a great resource when you're looking for inspiration or the perfect word to complete a sentence.

Use the "Rule of Three" 3️⃣

There's something inherently satisfying about groups of three. Use this to your advantage in your writing, whether it's in listing items, repeating phrases, or structuring your paragraphs.

Example: "The old house groaned, creaked, and whispered its secrets to the night."

Power of Silence 🤫

Sometimes, the most powerful prose comes from what's left unsaid. Use implication and subtext to add depth to your writing.

Example: Instead of: "She was heartbroken when he left." Try: "She stared at his empty chair across the breakfast table, the untouched coffee growing cold."

Play with Perspective 👁️

Experiment with different points of view to find the most impactful way to tell your story. Sometimes, an unexpected perspective can make your prose truly memorable.

Example: Instead of describing a bustling city from a human perspective, try describing it from the point of view of a bird soaring overhead, or a coin passed from hand to hand.

Use Punctuation Creatively 🖋️

While it's important to use punctuation correctly, don't be afraid to bend the rules a little for stylistic effect. Em dashes, ellipses, and even unconventional use of periods can add rhythm and emphasis to your prose.

Example: "She hesitated—heart pounding, palms sweating—then knocked on the door."

Create Contrast 🌓

Juxtapose different elements in your writing to create interest and emphasis. This can be in terms of tone, pacing, or even the literal elements you're describing.

Example: "The delicate butterfly alighted on the rusted barrel of the abandoned tank."

Use Synesthesia 🌈

Synesthesia is a condition where one sensory experience triggers another. While not everyone experiences this, using synesthetic descriptions in your writing can create vivid and unique imagery.

Example: "The violin's melody tasted like honey on her tongue."

Experiment with Sentence Diagrams 📊

Remember those sentence diagrams from school? Try diagramming some of your favorite sentences from literature. This can give you insight into how complex sentences are structured and help you craft your own.

Create a Sensory Tour 🚶‍♀️

When describing a setting, try taking your reader on a sensory tour. Move from one sense to another, creating a full, immersive experience.

Example: "The old bookstore welcomed her with the musty scent of aging paper. Dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight piercing the high windows. Her fingers trailed over the cracked leather spines as she moved deeper into the stacks, the floorboards creaking a greeting beneath her feet. In the distance, she could hear the soft ticking of an ancient clock and taste the faint bitterness of old coffee in the air."

Use Active Voice (Most of the Time) 🏃‍♂️

While passive voice has its place, active voice generally creates more dynamic and engaging prose. Compare these two sentences:

Passive: "The ball was thrown by the boy." Active: "The boy threw the ball."

Magic of Ordinary Moments ✨

Sometimes, the most beautiful prose comes from describing everyday occurrences in a new light. Challenge yourself to find beauty and meaning in the mundane.

Example: "The kettle's whistle pierced the quiet morning, a clarion call heralding the day's first cup of possibility."

Play with Time ⏳

Experiment with how you present the passage of time in your prose. You can stretch a moment out over several paragraphs or compress years into a single sentence.

Example: "In that heartbeat between his question and her answer, universes were born and died, civilizations rose and fell, and their entire future hung in the balance."

Use Anaphora for Emphasis 🔁

Anaphora is the repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of successive clauses or sentences. It can create a powerful rhythm and emphasize key points.

Example: "She was the sunrise after the longest night. She was the first bloom of spring after a harsh winter. She was the cool breeze on a sweltering summer day. She was hope personified, walking among us."

Create Word Pictures 🖼️

Try to create images that linger in the reader's mind long after they've finished reading. These don't have to be elaborate – sometimes a simple, unexpected combination of words can be incredibly powerful.

Example: "Her laughter was a flock of birds taking flight."

Use Rhetorical Devices 🎭

Familiarize yourself with rhetorical devices like chiasmus, antithesis, and oxymoron. These can add depth and interest to your prose.

Example of chiasmus: "Ask not what your country can do for you – ask what you can do for your country." - John F. Kennedy

Even the most accomplished authors continue to hone their craft with each new piece they write. Don't be discouraged if your first attempts don't sound exactly like you imagined – keep practicing, keep experimenting, and most importantly, keep writing.

Your unique voice and perspective are what will ultimately make your prose beautiful. These techniques are simply tools to help you express that voice more effectively. Use them, adapt them, or discard them as you see fit. The most important thing is to write in a way that feels authentic to you and brings you joy.

Happy writing, everyone! 🖋️💖📚 - Rin T

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wintfleur · 1 month ago

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SWEET AS SUGAR

` . . ── 𝓹airing luke hughes x female! reader

𝓢. luke comes to ask his pretty neighbor for some sugar . . . but really he just wants to see her ｡｡ 𝓌c 2218 & fluff oneshot 𝓹art 𝓸ne

‹𝟹 this fic is a little birthday gift to my bestie @lesrflms I hope you enjoy it, ily ᵎᵎ

“What should we make tonight, dumplings or tomato soup?” you hummed as you skimmed through your family-made cookbook, eyes raking over the many different recipes before glancing at your cat moose sitting on his personal stool in your kitchen.

He tilted his head animatedly at you as if he was chastising you for even having to ask, making you chuckle and look back at the cookbook, mumbling to yourself “Tomato soup it is”

You placed the cookbook on your book stand before picking up your phone to connect your favorite playlist to your speakers, having a habit of having to cook with background noise. You moved around your kitchen smoothly as you started placing the ingredients on your kitchen island, singing along to the wallows song that was playing.

Before you could start cutting some tomatoes and garlic, you heard a knock at your door, confusing you since you weren't expecting any guests. Maybe it was Mrs. Shelly, your sweet elderly neighbor who always needed help with her electronics. Moose quickly jumps off his stool and runs into the living room to hide; he is not fond of guests.

You set your knife down on your cutting board and pause your music before walking around your kitchen island and to your front door, unlocking it before you slowly open it. Your eyes widen slightly at the unexpected person standing on the other side. You leaned against your door with a small welcoming smile “luke?”

Your eyes settle on the said man who stood in front of you with a shy smile on his lips, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a Michigan University hoodie. Luke's eyes widened slightly, but not in surprise like yours, but in awe. You stood there with a small smile on your lips, clad in a brown sweater, some jeans, and your snoopy cooking apron. He cleared his throat before saying “Uh hi, can I um have some of your sugar — I mean borrow, some sugar”

“You went down a whole level to ask me for a cup of sugar?” you asked slowly as you took in his question, tilting your head and resting it against your door as you watched him shyly nod. This was the first time you had seen him since last week when you first saw him, you were busy with college while he was busy with hockey – an interesting fact you found out about him during your daily texting sessions. Your eyes furrowed and you were quick to ask “How did you even know my apartment number?”

“I remember you mentioning I was on top of you —” your eyes widened in humor at his wording while his eyes widened in horror. Luke's hands that were nervously fidgeting in his front hoodie pocket were quick to slip out and shake as he quickly tried to fix his words “My apartment I mean! — not my body — i um”

“Come in luke” you giggled, cutting him off from his nervous ranting. You took a step back and opened your door wider so he could come in. Luke let out a relieved breath and walked into your apartment, slightly taken aback by the warmth and comfort he felt immediately. You closed the door behind him and walked to your kitchen, to get him a cup of sugar.

Luke looked around your warm apartment which was a completely different layout than his and Jack's. The kitchen and living room had an open floor plan; he could faintly see a curved doorway trim that led somewhere and a spiral staircase in a corner of the living room that led to the second story. The back wall of the living room was made of brick and had a lot of natural light from the large windows. He noticed a few snoopy collections around the living room. It felt like a home.

“Here's your sugar” your voice broke him out of him admiring your home, luke looked away from a picture frame you had on a shelf, it looked like a family picture. Luke smiled at you and moved closer to the island to grab the small cute container of sugar “Oh, thanks”

“So what are you making?” you asked him as you leaned against the island, a curious smile on your lips as you rested your palms on the quartz countertop. Luke tilted his head slightly in confusion and you couldn't help but chuckle at how endearing he looked. You clarified for him with a slow nod “With the sugar..”

“Oh, umm muffins?” Luke said softly but it came out as more of a question, not confident in his answer. Your eyes light up at his answer, physically perking up at the mention of one of your favorite foods, and honestly, you were a little shocked at the idea of Luke baking muffins, he didn't really give off the impression of knowing how to bake “Oh really what kind?”

Luke internally started to panic as he tried to think of a type of muffin, any other day he would be able to name many different types of muffins, but right there under your gaze, his eyes locked with your pretty ones, had his mind going blank. Luke brought one of his hands up to rub at the back of his nape as he answered unconfidently “Ermm grape”

“Grape muffins,” you said slowly as you narrowed your eyes at him, he nodded but you could see he was unsure of his answer. And it was all starting to make sense in your head the more you thought about it. You folded your hands in front of you, tilting your head slightly “You didn't actually need the sugar did you?”

Luke blushed in slight embarrassment from being caught in his lie, dropping his hand from his nape to also lean forward against your kitchen island. Giving you a bashful smile as he quickly confessed “No . . . i just — wanted to see you”

Your eyes widened at his unexpectedly sweet confession, you did not expect him to be so forward. Luke was worried that him being forward made you uncomfortable, but really you were just too flustered to know what to say next. In truth, you also really wanted to see him, but your busy schedule just wasn't allowing that. Those nightly texting sessions had quickly become your favorite part of your day.

“Do you want to stay for dinner?” you surprised the both of you with the sudden request, you smiled at him as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, you weren't ready for him to leave. Deep inside there was a small part of you that worried about the fact of you enjoying his presence so much, but you were quick to ignore it and push it down, instead focusing on the happy smile Luke had on his face.

“I’d love to, let me just let jack know i won't be home” luke pulled his phone out of his back pocket to text his older brother, ignoring the way his hands trembled. You smiled and nodded, letting him text his brother while you moved to your pantry, opening it and grabbing one of the few aprons you had hanging inside. Luke slipped his phone back into his pocket, ignoring the several texts from Jack asking who he was with, claiming that Luke's answer ‘dinner with a friend’ wasn't good enough because he had no friends besides him and their teammates.

Luke watched as you approached him with a smile, holding the apron out. He hesitantly grabbed it from your hands, asking slowly “uh what's that”

“Your apron silly” you laughed, Luke didn't question you anymore, slipping it on over his hoodie, a warm feeling spreading across his chest when he noticed it matched yours. You noticed that he was struggling to tie it behind his back so you were quick to walk around the kitchen island to help him “Here let me help”

“Just so you know, i'm not experienced in the kitchen” Luke mumbled with a bashful smile, following you to stand by your side at the island once you finished tying his apron for him. You hummed in understanding, sending him a teasing smile “Don't worry, i'll teach you all my secrets”

“I’m looking forward to it” luke smiled, his tone came out more flirty than he expected, but thankfully you didn't seem to care. You just giggled and dried off your hands after you washed them. Luke moved to stand in front of your sink, washing his hands, and smiling at the cute soap dispenser you had. After washing his hands, he dried them off and turned to look at you, watching as you pulled out another cutting board “What's on the menu chef?”

“soupe à la tomate” you answered in your mother tongue, placing the tomatoes on the cutting boards.

“tomato soup?” he guessed with an unsure smile, trying to ignore the funny feeling in his stomach at how attractive you sounded speaking French. Well to be fair, anything you did, he was sure it would be attractive to him. You smiled and handed him a knife “très bon”

“I fear that's past my very low level of French” he chuckled as he watched you move closer to him, his breath hitching when you placed your soft hands over his, showing him how he should properly hold the knife and cut the tomato. You giggled as you translated your last sentence for him “Very good”

“Have you ever been to a game?” luke asked, turning his head to look at you, taking in your side profile that was illuminated by the oven light. The two of you were sitting on the floor in front of your oven, leaning back against the island as you waited for the right time to take out the homemade garlic cheese bread.

The two of you had finished making the tomato soup not too long ago, letting it cool down on the stove while you made sure the bread didn't burn. Luke never really was a fan of cooking, but being by your side, getting to know you better, and sharing the kitchen with you was something he hoped would happen again . . . very soon.

“I've been once, my friend ethan is a really big fan” you answer with a small smile as you look back at the memory, you turn to look at him, giving him a bashful smile as you confess “honestly i don't understand the game, i just cheer when he does”

“I can teach you!” Luke eagerly says with a grin, his mind exploding with thoughts of you watching the game, a confused but cute look on your face as you tried to understand. But one thought stuck longer and made his heart beat faster, you at his game, cheering for him and wearing his jersey. He blushes and says a lot softer “If you want of course”

“I’d like that, i mean it's the least i could do after bossing you around my kitchen for the past half hour” You gave him a teasing smile, you honestly looked forward to the idea of him teaching you about the sport he loves so much. Luke chuckles and shakes his head softly, fidgeting with the fabric of his pants as he replies “I enjoyed it, i wouldn't mind doing it again”

“I'll keep that in mind” you hummed with a small nod, tearing your eyes away from him to look back at the oven, your mouth watering at the sight. The kitchen was filled with comfortable silence for a few moments. You smile and softly bump your shoulder into his arm, teasing him “Maybe next time we can make those grape muffins you were so excited to make”

Luke scrunches his nose in distaste at the mention of grape muffins before he breaks out into a fit of laughter, you were quick to join him. Your eyes take in his side profile and how cute he looked when he laughed. You really liked the sound of it. He tilted his head back against the island, letting out a happy sigh as he caught his breath from laughing before tilting his head to lock eyes with you “I have a feeling you're never going to let me live that down”

“Sorry Hughes but you're stuck with me” Your lips curved into a teasing smile, not aware of how heavy your words really meant to him. Luke’s eyes softened and quickly dropped down to your lips, his eyes tracing the pretty curve of your lips before locking eyes with you once again, giving you a charming smile “No complaints here”

Your breath hitched at the unwavering eye contact, the strong gazes made you feel like you were in a spell, like you wanted to lean into his touch. A feeling you have never felt before. Neither of you wanted to look away, and neither of you knew what to say next. You couldn't help but feel extremely flustered under his eyes and the words he oh so sweetly said to you. Did he know how he made you feel? Was it obvious? Your thoughts were running in your mind like wildfire, only being saved from them by the obnoxious ding! from the oven.

The bread was ready.

𝓻oro’s note. YAY A PART 2 ☺️ so I made this as a reader insert but this and part one are technically the first two fics in my lukey au, the ‘reader’ is my oc iris!! I tried to make the two fics as reader friendly as I can . . . besides the fact that i mentioned it once that she’s French! I hope you enjoy it, the au m.list along with iris’s profile should be posted soon so keep a look out 🤍

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woso-dreamzzz · 1 month ago

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Heart: Christmas

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: Christmas with Sunshine

"You looking forward to it?" Frido asks as she crouches down at your side in training. "Santa's coming soon. Have your mummies made you write your letter yet?"

You look up from your colouring book, pausing in the movement of dragging the pink crayon over the mermaid picture. "We did them with our teacher," You answer, nodding to yourself as you switch from pink to purple.

"Has it been sent yet?"

You frown. "Where is it meant to go?"

Frido laughs, fondly pushing your hair out of your face. "To the North Pole."

"Oh." You look down at your colouring book. "I've never sent a letter before. Santa always just knows what I want." You rub at your chest, where the Santa Heart from last year beats.

You hadn't needed to write him a fancy letter to send off to the North Pole. He had just known you needed a special new heart like how the doctors knew and how Ingrid and Mapi knew.

He just did and he'd delivered.

He'd gotten you the new heart that's been in your chest for nearly a whole year now.

You frown a little, trying to work your mind through the idea of sending a letter to Santa.

"Does everyone send a letter to him?"

"Oh, yes," Frido says, nodding her head as she hands you the orange crayon you'd pointed at," Everyone."

"Even you?"

"Even me."

"What did you ask him for?"

"I asked...I asked for my boyfriend to cook us some good food?"

You scrawl the orange crayon across the little crab at the corner of the mermaid page. "That's a good idea." You swap your crayon for green to colour in the seaweed. "And everyone has sent their letters already?"

"They have."

"Can I ask what other people asked for?"

"Sure, let's go."

Ingrid smiles from a distance as Frido leads you around the pitch while everyone takes a water break

She can't quite imagine what her and Mapi's life would have been without you now that it's coming up to a year since you had received your new heart.

She can't imagine what would have been different if she hadn't met you in that hospital bed. She can't quite imagine what the team would be like without you around either, a little breath of fresh air with an even smaller camera in your hands clicking away at every possible moment.

The same little hands that hold your favourite camera now tug at Ingrid's shorts until she looks down.

"What did you ask for in your Santa letter?" You ask.

"Huh? My Santa letter?"

"Yeah, Ingrid," Frido says pointedly," The Santa letter that everyone writes and sends off to Santa."

"Oh, yeah!" Ingrid catches on quickly," That Santa letter! Well...I asked Santa to make sure that me, you and your Mami have a good day on Christmas and get to sleep in before presents!"

You nod along with a little furrow in your brow, like you're trying to commit it to memory or something.

You grab onto Ingrid's legs quickly, squeezing them into a hug before hurrying off across the pitch to where Alexia is talking to Irene and Marta - no doubt to ask them the same question.

You don't ever really explain why you went around asking everyone what they wrote in their Santa letters and Ingrid's content to let her curiosity go unquenched with that one.

It's not an overwhelmingly pressing issue to her. It's one she only thinks briefly of when the team come over for a Christmas party before everyone goes home for the holidays.

You're sat at the little coffee table in front of the tv, enraptured by another kid's movie that Alexia's set Mija up next to you to watch.

Mapi sits next to Ingrid on the sofa, filling up her wine glass again when she thinks Ingrid isn't looking.

"Do we think we got her everything she asked for?" Mapi asks, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth," I don't want her to have anything missing from her pile."

"We've got everything," Ingrid assures her," Trust me. Absolutely everything she asked for, we've gotten her."

"Even that Barbie camera that prints off the photos? I don't remember wrapping it! Do you think they'll still have it in the store?" Mapi stands up suddenly, the words flooding out of her mouth so quickly that Ingrid nearly struggles to keep up. "I'll head out now and check. Don't wait up for me. I might be a while."

Ingrid pulls her back down. "My parents got it for her. It's in the pile."

"Definitely?" Mapi checks. "They confirmed it? They bought her the actual one she liked, yeah? Not like a knock off version?"

Ingrid laughs. "They got her the proper one. I checked."

Mapi finally breathes a sigh of relief at that, settling back down into her seat for a moment before slipping off the sofa to join you and Alexia's daughter on the floor with the movie.

"You know I love you right, sunshine?" She mumbles into your hair and you peer back to look at her.

"I know," You say," I love you and Mama too."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh! I'm glad Santa gave you to me."

"I'm glad Santa gave you to us too."

You turn then, fully into Mapi's lap as you look at her.

"I wrote a letter to Santa," You say," My teacher helped. Is it too late to send?"

Mapi shakes her head. "It's never too late to send. Why don't you go and get it and me and Mama will get ready to post it?"

The letter is written on a tiny scrap of paper when you return from your bedroom, holding it out in front of you as you wait for Mapi and Ingrid to prepare the envelope for it to go into.

You decorate it with little stickers and Ingrid helps you write Santa's address on it before bundling you up in your coat, hat and scarf to walk down to the post box on the street.

"Mama," You ask," Can you lift me please?"

Ingrid lifts you up easily in her arms so you're just tall enough to reach the post box to slip your letter inside.

"And Santa will get it before Christmas? I'm sorry I left it late," You ask as you're tucked into bed that night.

"You know," Mapi says as she pulls the covers all the way up to your chin," Every night before Christmas, Santa's elves go to all the post boxes in the world to check for his letters and they bring them all back that night!"

"Really?"

"Really," Ingrid agrees, gently locking the door to Starshine and Moonshine's cage," And Santa reads them with a mug of warm milk and cookies so he can prepare for Christmas."

"So he'll be able to make sure he can definitely do what I've asked for?"

Mapi smiles, crossing her fingers and hoping that what you've written in the letter is something that's already been bought for you. "What did you ask for?"

"For everyone else to get what they asked him for. I took it back to school and my teacher helped me write what everyone wanted so Santa doesn't forget."

"You're so sweet," Ingrid says.

"And Santa will make sure everyone gets what they wanted?"

"He will. I'm sure he's so grateful that you reminded him."

You nod, settling down in bed. "Good. No one should be sad on Christmas."

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seoulmatez · 26 days ago

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𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎

rin’s routine takes a turn when a stray cat inserts itself into the equation.

itoshi rin x reader ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ allusions to abandonment issues

There’s a cat that follows Rin on his walk home from practice.

The first time, he simply took notice. A small bundle of black fur seemed to curve at every turn he made, stopping every time he paused. Its light eyes almost glowed in the darkness accompanying dusk. And, as if the creature knew it was time to part ways, it didn’t bother following Rin to the door of his apartment.

The second time caught Rin by surprise. Did the stray remember him? The walk was much the same, Rin leading the way while the cat acted as his shadow. Maybe the man tricked himself into thinking so, but it felt like the cat met his eye every time he looked over his shoulder to check if it was in tow.

This time, Rin crouched down to pet it. His hand hovered tentatively over its head, waiting for some adverse reaction to his proximity—a hiss, or perhaps it would dart off. But it didn’t come. He gently scratched the cat’s head. It purred, leaning into his touch.

The days that followed were much the same—Rin’s initial surprise at his companion’s return, his hesitancy to reach out for fear of an unpleasant reaction, the short moment of comfort the both of them shared before Rin had to go inside. They grew on each other with each scheduled meeting. The cat began to walk closer—beside the man instead of behind him. Rin left a little earlier in the morning to pick up treats for his new friend.

Rin has lost track of how long this has been going on. What he has taken note of, though, is how the cat no longer lingers at the start of the pathway leading to his apartment—it has taken to joining him at the door.

Yours and Rin’s schedules don’t always align the best. It makes taking advantage of the days the both of you are free a given and today happens to be one of those days. It’s bright and early and with the bag of pastries you picked up in hand, you make your way to Rin’s apartment.

“Knock knock,” you verbalize in addition to tapping your knuckles against his door.

You only have to wait a moment before his voice sounds from the other side. “It’s open.”

With his invitation, you turn the doorknob and let yourself inside. As you kick off your shoes at the doorway, you catch sight of Rin lying on the couch. The piece of furniture isn’t quite long enough given his height, so his legs are propped up on the arm. It’s enough to make you chuckle under your breath. Rin doesn’t seem to mind you finding humor in the situation. He simply offers you a lazy wave and a, “Hey.”

“Good morning,” you greet him with a smile. You hold up the paper bag in your hand. “I brought breakfast.”

Rin hums in satisfaction before getting up to join you in the kitchen. You’re just about to set everything on the counter when something beats you to the spot. It’s black and furry and entirely unexpected—so much so that you flinch, clutching the bag to your chest. “Oh!”

You can hear Rin sigh behind you, though, when he appears beside you, he doesn’t look nearly as startled as you do. He picks up what you now realize is a cat from in front of you, holding it up in the air level with his face. “I told you, you’re not allowed on the counters.”

Two pairs of eyes—one aquamarine, the other a pale green—stare at each other in silence. Rin almost looks as if he’s expecting a response and he earns one in the form of an innocent meow.

Rin’s eyes narrow. “Stay off the counters.”

“When did you get a cat?” You suppose you should have noticed sooner. Now that you’re paying attention, there are signs all over the place—the food and water bowls placed on a mat that you walked past to get into the kitchen, the cat tower tucked away in the corner of the living room just a few feet away from the couch Rin was lounging on, there’s even a feather wand toy under the coffee table.

He finally puts the cat down on the floor. Despite being released, it doesn’t wander far. “Last week. She kept following me home.”

“Cute…” The thought of this darling trailing behind Rin during his commute is almost too adorable for you to handle. You kneel down to get a better look at her. She’s idly licking her fur like she’s grown bored of this conversation. You look up at Rin. “What’s her name?”

“She doesn’t have one.”

“Huh?” You stand up once more, frowning in confusion. “How do you get her attention then?”

He shrugs. “I don’t need to. She’s always nearby anyway.”

He doesn’t tell you that he’s pondered the idea of naming her but shied away. It’s better this way—not getting too attached and making things too real. Because if it’s real, that means she can leave him—cast him aside—too.

“She needs a name, Rin,” you tell him, finally setting down the bag from the bakery and pulling out its contents. You shoot him a smile. “We can come up with one while we eat.”

Movement from the corner of your eye catches your attention. Your gaze falls to the floor to find the cat rubbing against Rin’s leg.

Your smile widens. “See, she likes the idea.”

He’s still wary but he considers it for a moment, his stare never straying from your face. He reminds himself that you’re very real—standing right in front of him, close enough to touch. You’re real and you’ve stuck around. That should be all the evidence he needs.

“Fine,” Rin concedes.

He glances down at the cat he took in. Strangely enough, her presence since the start has had an impact on Rin, made him feel a little less lonely.

He supposes she deserves a name.

manon here ( ≧ᗜ≦) thanks for reading! if u enjoyed, reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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chithereader · 3 months ago

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you and me / aaron hotchner

word count: 1.9k

pairing: aaron hotchner x singer!reader , aaron hotchner x f!reader

genre: fluff, a little angst

cw: a lot of conversation, i went a little crazy i just love interviews like zane lowe’s!!! and soft aaron

a/n: this photo just makes me think of aaron waiting backstage for popstar!reader / singer!reader

and requests are open!! would love to know what you guys want to read ◡̈

You requested that the set-up of the interview be comfortable. You knew you’d be talking about your albums which are notoriously packed with stories and emotions, personal and imagined. Now what is more comfortable than your own home?

When you were designing your home, you knew from the start you wanted a conversation pit. You’ve always dreamed of a house that screamed cozy and comfortable, warm and inviting. Even if it cost millions to make, you had no regrets.

But aside from the occasional family dinners, your sunken living room was only ever used when Aaron and Jack sleep over, and you had a movie marathon night. You'd throw in duvets and pillows on the pit and bunch together whether it was cold or not.

So you thought this interview is perfect to justify your design choice. To use the conversation pit for actual conversation. Which brings you to now, sat across your good friend and favorite interviewer Zane Lowe, your previous and latest album being the topic of conversation.

“Your previous album was– you know, I mean, it was–” Zane appears to struggle for a word to encapsulate one of the lowest points in your life. Fractured was definitely an emotional album to make and an even sadder one to listen to.

“Depressing?” you jokingly say. Talking has always been so easy with Zane. He just has this air to him that lets you know he truly just wants to know you. You sit on the couch sideways, facing Zane. Leaning on the back rest with your elbow, head resting on your hand while your other hand fidgets with the tassels on the pillow.

He laughs, “Well, you were definitely at a low point in your life romantically.” fiddling with his chin, thinking of his next words, “You just– I think you perfectly captured in your songs that sort of loss and tangible grief that comes with letting go of a person- not because there weren’t any love anymore but more because love just wasn’t enough to keep it going.”

Remembering what had happened– the air felt thinner. Like it was getting harder to breathe. You had to remember that that point of your life was over. You felt such real pain that time, so much so that you struggled to function in your daily life. That void. That ringing emptiness.

You’re brought back to reality by Zane’s voice, “Could you touch on how that came about?”

You breathe out a small sigh and with a gentle smile you recall, “Yeah, uhm.. I was in this relationship.. which in hindsight, I’m so lucky to have been in. It taught me so much and truly made me so much more mindful I guess. I mean like, smarter? More conscious definitely of what goes into making a relationship work, and what makes it strong.”

“But like you said, it ended because as much as we both wanted it to work, as much as we loved each other, it just wasn’t happening. And it was a vicious cycle that was tiring us out. We just knew it wasn’t supposed to be like that.” You pause for a bit, reflecting.

Flashes of you and Aaron driving home in silence after a dinner at Rossi’s play in your head. You didn’t talk the whole night. Not when you were dressing up. Not in the car ride on the way there. Not when you sat down together. And definitely not when each of you were across the room, busy in separate conversations ignoring the glaringly obvious.

Looking down at the decorative pillow in your lap, you start, “And I think that in my experience, that’s a lot more painful. I think that break-ups that happen when one hurts the other is somehow better because you get to hold on to I deserve better or like– there’s just thing like anger that drives you to move on.”

You’re taken back to that night. Coming home and feeling the weight of it fall on both your shoulders. You sat for hours in silence, holding each other. Knowing that when the sun rises, he’ll go to work, you’ll go on tour, and your little world will be put to rest.

“But having that overflowing love for a person who is just not meant for you– I mean how do you tell yourself to let go? How can you even try to convince yourself ? Because people say so often that as long as you love someone there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for them and that’s true. I’ve been there, and even everything wasn’t enough. And that was something we really struggled with.”

“Just admitting that we had to love each other from afar before we turned into strangers together.”

It just didn’t make sense. The love you had for each other was real. It was deep and true, and neither of you had any doubt of what you meant to each other. There was no question of loyalty or trust.

But the traveling, the conflict in schedules, the missed calls and messages left on read. You just became both so busy, you were worlds apart. It even reached the point that you haven’t talked for days and neither of you noticed. Or minded. You thought of each other, yeah. But there wasn’t that urge to reach out anymore. There was just… longing.

–

“Which brings us to now. Your latest album Leftover Love– it’s a lot more hopeful isn’t it? I mean I’d even go as far as saying that it’s about falling in love all over again.” Zane sips on the tea you made him. Leaning over the makeshift coffee table to add more milk in there.

You straighten a little. Mood instantly lifting at the mention of your favorite album to date. Images of the inspiration behind the album filling your head.

Zane puts down his tea to gesture generously, “And hearing it live, you could just feel it in the crowd– this kind of electricity. And because there’s no other way to put it– your songs in this album feel a lot like jumping and dancing with a partner in a room full of people and everything is just in slow motion. It’s like this sort of alignment or clicking into place, finding that one person that makes those small moments feel so.. big.”

He put it perfectly into words. You had really hoped to relay through your songs the recent turn of events in your life. People who have supported you and loved you when you were at low points in your life got you through that, and you felt so strongly that they deserved to know and feel even a fraction of the happiness that you’re feeling right now through your new songs.

“Definitely, I mean I’m so proud to say that these songs, even if they’re a touch fictional or exaggerated or romanticized– they are based on truths, on real things that have happened or are happening in my life.” You’re getting excited. Pulling the sleeves of your sweater to cover your hands until only your fingertips are visible– you place both hands down on the pillow as if bracing yourself for the climax of a rollercoaster ride.

“The song Blindly for example, it’s about that feeling or like moment of realization that you’re just so crazy in love you’d follow this person anywhere blindly. I love that the sound’s so grunge-y and messy– insane. Because that’s literally how it feels to be in that whirlwind.”

Zane picks up on your excitement, nodding at your explanation. He relaxes more into his seat and gestures to you, “It’s a good thing you mentioned that because I actually wanted to ask you why that song slows down at the end. I think that was such a unique and beautiful thing to do to the song and it works so well. But I just want to know what made you do that–” You’re biting your lip smiling, so proud that it was recognized as a conscious choice as a musician and artist.

Zane continues, “It goes from crazy drums and guitar, and the bass– then slows down into this almost hypnotic music box sound that transitions by the end into just this beat like a pulse.”

Your smile grows bigger which Zane mirrors, “I’m so happy you picked up on that. I have to say that’s actually one of the songs I’m most proud of because it’s one of the first songs that I was heavily involved in the engineering of the sound.”

“But yeah I guess ultimately I just wanted it to mimic that transition from being in crazy love, tornado-esque to it literally settling into this beautifully calm and serene kind of love.”

Zane listens intently, nodding and humming in agreement and knowing. Finally understanding the point of view from which the sound was created. He has this gentle smile on his face, almost of encouragement knowing you had more to say,

“Like you go from all these dates and the honeymoon phase, and your heart’s just beating crazy fast all the time and then it turns into that steady murmur of your fridge in the null of the night when you’re baking muffins together in silence.”

You take a deep breath, chewing on the inside of your lip. Hopelessly trying to minimize the smile fighting its way on your face, “It’s just that process of someone becoming your home.”

You're ushering out the last of the production people. Walking alongside Zane who’s the last to step out your front door, you give him a big hug which he returns warmly.

“I’m so happy you’re happy,” he murmurs into your ear.

You bury your face into his shoulder and breathe out a laugh, “Thank you.. Really.”

You separate and smile at each other. Waving goodbye as he walks backwards to his car. You stand by your front door until they pull out of your driveway.

Once you see that your driveway is empty, you turn to your door and see him leaning against the doorframe with a smug, knowing smirk.

Rolling your eyes playfully as you pass by him into your home, he chuckles. You hear his footsteps behind you and you know he’s following you around while you tidy up the dishes you and Zane used, “Aaron, take out the trash please.”

This man just listened to you talk about him for hours. With headphones and a monitor set up in the other room– Aaron just got his ego inflated to a size so immeasurable he can’t hide his smile from the strangers beside him controlling lights and volumes. He has got to be humbled.

“Oh so I’m back to Aaron now?” He catches up to you, halting your movements from behind as he takes hold of your arms so you can put down whatever was in them. Then he turns you around by your shoulders so you’re facing him, grinning that smile that makes you go Fuck and then blank in your head.

“And here I was thinking I was home.” Aaron pulls you close, sliding an arm around your waist only to settle on your back as the other holds your hand against his chest, in between you. He starts swaying you both slowly as he buries his nose into the side of your head, humming a familiar tune.

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time

Haven't felt like this, my dear

Since I can't remember when

It's been a long, long time

You'll never know how many dreams

I've dreamed about you

While he was listening to you go on about how you loved him all throughout your rocky start and even more well into the present– he became overwhelmed with the realization that for once in his life, there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that he is loved. Truly, deeply, and steadily loved. And that filled him with something that nothing and no one could ever define or measure.

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misshugs · 10 months ago

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₂The Cameragirl² || snc

After an eventful night in the haunted asylum, you and the guys began looking at the footage, only for you to start making cocky remarks that might've set a spark you weren't expecting.

contains: just fluff and reader trying to be funny (but failing miserably), cheeky comments from reader, cursing, slight flirting? idk i suck at it

a/n: "part 2" of The Cameragirl, no need to read the first part though! but for context: you got choked by a ghost and you almost died but colby saved you by giving you mouth to mouth

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

word count: 2.3k

[u n e d i t e d]

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You don't exactly remember when you fell asleep, you're just sure that right after you fell on your bed you were knocked out.

It wasn't something that happened often, but boy you were tired due to last nights events. Beause of that and because of your commonly terrible sleeping habits, Sam and Colby didn't even want to bother you much.

They did however check on you after they woke up hours later, making sure you were still breathing. The experience has somewhat made them paranoid about what could happen to you.

Although they cleansed you before returning, they'd much prefer to be one hundred percent sure you were alright.

The problem was, you were a light sleeper. After they finished checking up on you, your eyes opened up slightly. Groaning a bit from the ache in your body from the fall you had a couple of hours prior. You stretched yourself nonetheless.

Yawning, you sat down and rubbed your eyes. Taking your phone from your nightstand, you looked at the hour. 01:17 PM. Sighing softly, you stood up and fixed yourself up before walking out of the room.

Looking around, you heard mumbling from the other room. It was the office. You walked inside and saw them both looking back at the footage.

You furrowed your brows. Usually, you were a part of this process. Why did they begin without you?

Since they haven't noticed you yet, you started walking closer without making any sounds. As quiet as you possibly could, you basically stood behind them, watching the footage.

"What're you doing?" You asked, gaining a scream from Sam and a jump from Colby, almost falling off the chair. A smile grew wide on your face after that reaction.

"Fuck! You scared me!" Sam exclaimed, putting his hand on his chest.

"Oh my god, my heart." Colby said, hiding his face in his hands.

"That's for beginning without me." You said, crossing your arms on your chest.

"You were sleeping so soundly after all that happened, we didn't want to disturb you. And... we were curious... sorry." Colby admitted. You sighed.

"It's alright, I guess. What's this part?"

"We just started watching the part where... it happened." Sam said, looking at you.

"Ooh, okay. Then go back, my head's a little fuzzy, I can't remember clearly what happened, I want to know." As you said that, they nodded and ran back the video.

You didn't miss much anyways. They rewined right when they began arguing about it not being a good idea and whatnot. They haven't seen the whole night or anything, they just skipped right to the end.

After the arguing and the preparation for everyone to go into their respective corridors, the challenge began.

They paused the video. "Even though it made sense, it was still strange for you to be so persistent about it, was it not?" Colby said, looking at you. "Also, can you please sit down? There's a chair right there. You're stressing me out."

"No." You quickly answered.

"Why?" He asked.

"I don't want to, it's my fight or flight mode. It's easier to run while standing up." You giggled softly, which gave them both a sense of peace that you couldn't even imagine.

You were their everything, and thinking that their everything could've ended up like that made them so overprotective that they would've absolutely slept with you that night... to keep you protected, of course.

"Also, my legs feel numb, I don't want to cut the circulation again, it felt weird last time." You admitted.

Sam quickly stood up, concerned. "Are you okay? Do you need an oxygen mask again or something?? Water?"

"Wha- no. Calm down. Jeez." You said, grabbing his shoulder and making him sit back down. "Anyways, about the video. Um... I do remember having this urge to do it. I don't think it might've been anything bad, but I did have this... feeling, I guess."

"Maybe it wasn't you?" Colby said, raising a brow. "Maybe something was making you feel that way, just so that you were left alone... like it happened." You thought about it.

"I... guess it's an option." You shrugged.

"It could've also been a possession. It is said that people tend to quickly switch emotions when one is possessed." Sam continued. "Or... it could've also been the fact that you were so indifferent about it all."

"I'm just used to it, it's not like I don't believe."

"Yeah, but since we were making our reactions so... extra in comparison, maybe the spirits were trying to target you?" Colby added.

"...yeah, it does add up. Well, continue. Let's see what truly happened. I genuinely can't remember." They nodded and the video rewined.

As you began walking through the corridor, you began to speak on the video, it was almost automatic when you heard your voice that you started whining. "Oh, fuck no. Nevermind. This is so cringe. I remember this."

They started laughing and kept on watching although you pleaded for them to skip it. You tried to stop it yourself but Sam quickly held you back, hugging you and your arms, unable to move.

You didn't have the strength at the moment to try and get out of his grasp, but you tried anyways.

Not like it mattered. Not like you minded, actually. In the way he was holding you back, he basically let you sit on his lap while watching.

You didn't mind at all.

"You guys know I suck at youtube, I was trying to be funny, it didn't work." You laughed a little bit while your voice also seemed on the edge of breaking, mainly fake crying.

"What do you mean? You did great." Colby said, hiding his smile underneath his hand. Listening to your cute attempts on making jokes. It melted him.

"I can see you trying not to laugh, Colby." You fake cried again.

"Whaaat? I would never." He said. Sam didn't hide anything. His smile only giving away how much he was actually enjoying this version of you. If only you were open enough for them to be able to record and replay more of this.

A couple of minutes into the video, you started panting, heavy breathing could be heard. It was when you began to explain that you could barely breathe. "It feels... hard to breathe." You said in the video, your lips visibly shaking.

As you began walking faster, you could see through the video that you stopped on you tracks. Blinking your eyes as you looked at, what you remembered to be, a figure.

You tried to breathe.

"Holy shit. Holy shit! Did you see that?" Sam said, letting you go and pausing the video and quickly going back a couple of seconds. You stood up from his lap to let him search quickly.

"What?" Colby asked. Confused, you got closer. He started playing the video once again, this time, slower. You could see the light on your neck moving.

"Holy fuck. Look at that. It looks as if something is like, pushing on your neck. Like pressing onto as if you're getting choked." Sam explains, pointing at the marks on your neck where there seemed to be a dent suddenly forming.

"Oh my god." You said as you touched your neck, remembering what happened barely a couple of hours ago. Colby had his mouth wide open after watching that.

"That's... that's poltergeist activity right there. It's undeniable." He said, looking at the both of you. You nodded, shocked at how much power this entity seemed to have. "We need to get you properly cleansed, we can't be having another demon up someone's ass." He contined, looking directly at Sam, who seemed offended. You chuckled.

As they continued the video, they heard the soft 'help' that you could barely spit out, your voice breaking in the midst of it. The quick movement of the camera as you turned around only to be thrown to the floor. Seconds later, watching as you tried to crawl back but your body seemingly giving up as quickly as you tried to do so.

It broke their hearts, even more so knowing you tried to scream for help. And so, the camera kept rolling for what felt like an eternity.

"How long did it took for you guys to come look for me?" You asked, seeing as the video kept going.

"So far, it's been five minutes..." Sam said softly, painfully watching the screen.

"Oh my god, I was dead for five minutes?"

"Don't say it like that." Colby looked at you, almost sad. Fear went through his body at the thought of not have gotten there on time.

"It is true though... oh, there are my heroes." They smiled softly as you said that. As you heard the conversation they had while you were unconscious, you scoffed. "You guys thought it was a joke?"

"Hey, listen. We've had our jokes and giggles with extreme pranks before, it could've been a possibility." Colby put his hands up in defense, looking at you truthfully. "Honestly, I was wishing it was."

"Sam. Call 911. This is real." Colby said on the video. Before you could completely understand what was going on, you saw him kissing you.

Well, saving your life, but touching lips nonetheless.

Your cheeks started switching colors. You obviously don't remember much, but your brain didn't thought about the fact he had to give you some oxygen back.

Your fingers touched your lips softly as you were watching. They seemed to be immerse on watching what happened, thankfully. You don't think you could handle their stares right now.

Trying to calm yourself down, you saw yourself waking up. No further from that, you saw as Sam helped you up for a split second before the camera was turned off.

"And that's the footage alright. Wow." Colby sighed and looked at Sam, and then at you.

"That was... something. I can't believe we caught that on camera... it's proof, yeah, but... you were seriously hurt." Sam says, looking at you. "Are you... okay with this?" He asked, you looked at him, confused.

"What? You mean for posting it? Oh yeah, I don't mind. Don't worry about it. I'm safe and sound anyways." You said, smiling as you put your hands on your hips.

"Just making sure you're okay with it." He said and you nodded, understanding his kind gesture.

"So..." You began, gaining the attention of them both. "Are you gonna keep the part where Colby kisses m- uh, gives me mouth to mouth?" You quickly correct yourself, trying to act cool. Not leaving your stare from the screen.

"What?" They smirked at your sneaky comment.

Fuck.

"What?" You asked back looking at Sam, seemingly ignoring their cocky smile as much as you could.

"What did you say?" He asked.

"If you're gonna keep the mouth to mouth on the video."

"Not that, when you stuttered." Colby obliged, making you nervous.

"...I said Colby?" You raised an eyebrow, looking confused although you perfectly knew what they were talking about. They shook their head.

"You know what we mean." Sam says, reclining back on his chair, getting comfortable as he looks at you, amused by the situation. Mimicking Sam's actions; Colby lied back, a hand underneath his chin, smirking back at you.

Like Gods. They looked like Gods.

It was driving you insane.

You sighed, "I'm just saying. A bit upset that that was my first kiss with any of you- I mean, not like I was... waiting for one anyways, of course. Ahem." You started mumbling at the end, looking away while scratching the side of your neck.

It wasn't anything strange for all of you to have some sort of stupid flirting in between conversations, but usually they were extremely noticeable jokes.

These? Oh. These weren't jokes. These were genuine mistakes.

And a part of you hated these silly accidents. Mainly because they knew.

"There seem to be a lot of mixed signs in what you're saying." Colby said, smiling at Sam then looking back at you. "I'm a bit confused in what to believe here."

You shrugged. "Believe what you want to believe, good sir."

"It's just that I don't know if we're on the same page, you know?" Colby continued, looking at Sam. "I only know he's with me."

"Oh, for sure." The sexual tension only filling the room even more. Usually, the jokes were seemingly too overboard and hence, you could tell they were that, plain jokes.

Usually.

Just like your silly little mistakes, these weren't jokes.

"And what does that mean?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, we know what we want. We don't know if it is what you want though."

You sighed heavily, seemingly loosing yourself for a moment as you whined. "Dear God, why are y'all so hot?" You looked up, dozing out of existence after thinking about their looks, their positioning, their everything.

Wait.

WHAT DID YOU JUST THROW OUT OF YOUR MOUTH?

You accidentally said your thoughts out loud.

How does that even happen?!

When you realized what you've done, your eyes went wide, quickly looking at them. "Oh. Fuck. I didn't just- oh God." You didn't even wait to see their reaction as you began walking away. They quickly stood up, and you quickly sped up.

You started laughing but you were absolutely dying inside out of embarrassment. "Come back here!" Sam yelled as he got a hold of you and hugged you from behind, quickly throwing you over his shoulder.

"Let me gooo!" You yelped, moving your legs as you laughed purely by reflex. He held your legs in place. You were blushing hard.

"Nu-uh. We're gonna have a chat, young lady." Colby said, crossing his arms as you looked at him with a pout on your face. Sam turned around and slapped your ass, walking back to the room. You yelped, not expecting the sudden movement.

"A nice, long chat." Sam said as you sighed.

Oh boy. It's gonna be a long night.

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how do you guys like the banner? i got creative(ish)

also pls tell me what you thought about the fic, cause i don't really know if i did good with the idea, i did want them to review the footage but i also wanted a bit of tension or something extra to make it spicy, i'm not sure if i did a good job tho...

thank you for reading!

-nikkõ

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saintslewis · 4 months ago

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❝ 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞

— one shot.

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x black fem!reader

summary: when he’s got the grills on, the world goes feral however only you get to experience them

warnings: buckle up. cussing(the n word), smut (18+ MDNI): lewis is a munch!

saint’s team radio 🎀: y’all, do not judge me for making this 🤣. that short ass video made do this 🫦 (this is very short but i love it!)

tags: @mauvecherie-writes @httpsserene @queenshikongo3 @canyouimangine @yeea-nah @purplelewlew @arshiyuh @alika-4466 @exotic-iris13 @sageispunk @saturnville @hopefulromantic1 @emjayewrites

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You could barely control yourself.

It was a hot day in Los Angeles with temperatures reaching really high, so much so that you two had to get out of the house for a little drive. Lewis has remembered that he was supposed to pick up something from his jeweller, something that would surprise you.

And surprised you were.

The cool glass underneath your arm wasn’t enough to cool down your entire body as you leaned on the display case in the store. You crossed your legs, tightening your fists and playing with your nails. Anything, anything in the world to distract you from the sight before you.

There stood your man, trying on his different sets of grillz that he ordered a while back. He would flash that million dollar smile at you every time he tried on a new set, knowing very well what the pieces of jewellery do to you. Lewis checked himself in the mirror, evaluating the sets and how they look on him.

“What about this one, love?” He turned to you, smiling to show them off. This design was intricate and beautiful. Both the top fangs were plain gold with the number ‘44’ etched into them with the bottom grill running a straight line between his sharp canines, the middle encrusted with diamonds.

“Yeahhh,” You dragged out, sounding rather exasperated. “This one has to be my favourite.” Clearly your throat afterwards, your voice became slightly higher. The heat between your legs was throbbing at this point.

Lewis gave you a slick once over and turned back to the mirror with a smug smile. “You said that about all of them but thank you, baby.” He winked. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, reading you like an open book.

You, on the other hand, were petrified that your arousal could escape onto your pants anytime now that Lewis was deliberately moving slowly just to annoy you.

Just to see your reaction, just to hear you.

“I wanna hear you, okay? Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me, baby.” Lewis spoke, his knees already on the ground next to your shared bed.

You nod at his words, relieved that you were finally going to be relieved by him, by his mouth. He had no problem in teasing you about it on the car ride home, his large hand ghosting over your most intimate parts from time to time.

Lewis was very careful when taking off your shorts, wanting to savour this moment. Your slight panting made this all the more better. The glint of gold appeared as he smirked at you, watching you all desperate for his touch.

He settled in between your legs, his favourite spot to be at, moving your thighs to sit on his shoulders. Moving his mouth in a gentle but agonisingly slow manner, he placed kisses on your thighs and he knew you were ready for the main event.

“Lewis, please….” You breathed out a moan, feeling the slight sharpness of his grillz biting down on your inner thigh before continuing his kisses. When he got to the place where you wanted him, Lewis paused.

With a throaty chuckle, he bumped his nose just above your clit, making you squirm. “Look at how wet you are for me, princess. Could eat you all day…” Lewis trailed off, moving your lace panties to the side. You were puffy and swollen, your cunt glistening with your juices and he loved this.

By flattening his tongue, he swiped one lick with the taste of his wife already sitting on his lips. “Fuck, baby…” the man groaned before diving in.

He ate you out as if he was a starved man. Lewis made sure to pay special attention to your clit, sucking on it while using his tongue simultaneously. His large hands had trailed down to your hips to pull you closer before bringing his right hand to begin playing within your folds,

“You like that, princess? You like what Daddy’s doing to you, yeah?” He groaned against your pussy. In the slowest speed, he entered two digits inside of you, preparing you for what’s next.

Your excessive moaning had prevented you from engaging in dirty talk, your back arching in ways you never thought with his tattooed fingers buried deep inside you. Feeling the all too familiar drop in your stomach, you grabbed onto his head and pulled on his braids as you ground on his face a bit more.

With soft panting, you managed to find your voice. “Baby…I’m close, I’m so…oh my fuck.” You moaned at the feeling of his tongue spelling out his name as you neared your orgasm. “Fuck, Lewis! F-Fuck!” The groans were much louder than before.

“Let it all out, baby. I got you.” He spoke, sucking on your clit one last time with the diamonds grazing over it. That sensation snapped in your belly and you came hard. Lewis made sure to slurp up every last drop of your essence before he slowly stood up, licking his lips and flashing his grillz at you.

“You had fun?” He taunted, knowing you were breathless from the cunnilingus he just did on you. “Nigga, did you..spell your name on it?” You panted, the after effects of such an intense orgasm still washing over you.

He nodded proudly. “And I can do it again, I’ll add the ‘Sir’ this time.”

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pin-k-ink · 3 months ago

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LAST RESORT ⋆✦⋆ kaji ren

synopsis ➸ you’ve got a habit of getting yourself into danger, and he’s done with it. if making you his in every way possible keeps you safe, so be it. he’s ready to show you just how serious he is.

tags ➸ posséssive!kaji, graphic violénce/assáult, sorta tóxic behavior, degrádation, heavy breéding kínk, manhándling, rough séx, unprotécted séx, belly bulge, fingéring, dírty talking, praise kínk, squírting

wc ➸ 6.3k

The dank alleyway reeked of stale vomit, spilled booze, and acrid smoke - remnants of the scuffle that had clearly occurred not long ago. Kaji stood in the center of the grimy passage, chest heaving slightly as he stared down at the two unconscious forms crumpled at his feet.

One of the men sported a rapidly blooming black eye and split lip from where Kaji's fist had caught him square in the face. The other looked even worse off, a trickle of blood leaking from his nose and soaking the collar of his shirt a rusty crimson. Kaji's own knuckles were purpling into mottled shades, skin split in a few places from the vicious impact.

He barely registered the dull throb as he flexed his hands, a muscle in his jaw ticking with barely restrained fury. If these two low-life dirtbags had managed to actually lay hands on you before he intervened...Kaji wasn't sure he'd have been able to control the full force of his rage.

The shrill ring of his phone sliced through the tension cloaking the alley. Already knowing who was on the other end, Kaji snatched it up and stabbed the answer button without preamble.

"Talk," he growled into the receiver, the single clipped word more threat than greeting.

"I got [Y/N]. She's holed up somewhere out of harm's way for now," came Hiragi's measured baritone, devoid of any flowery preamble. He knew better than to screw around when Kaji was in one of these black moods.

Kaji felt a miniscule sliver of the towering fury seething in his chest ease at those words. At least you were unharmed for the time being. Inhaling a grounding breath through his nostrils, he forced his next words to emerge slightly more even.

"Then why the hell are you calling? Get her home and wait for my—"

"There's been...a situation," Hiragi cut him off, something in his gravelly tone instantly rekindling the rage simmering in Kaji's veins. "With the thugs."

In an instant, Kaji's entire frame went preternaturally still - the coiled stillness of a feral predator zeroing in on potential threat to its kin. His spare hand clenched unconsciously into a white-knuckled fist, split skin pulling taut over the abraded ridges.

"What happened?" The words emerged in more of a feral snarl than any recognizable language. "Spit it out!"

A tense pause stretched out for several agonizing heartbeats as Kaji waited for Hiragi's response. He could easily envision his old friend squaring his broad shoulders, dark eyes narrowing as he carefully considered how to phrase whatever had gone sideways without setting off Kaji's hair-trigger temper any further.

"Got jumped when their reinforcements rolled up," Hiragi admitted at last in a low, matter-of-fact rumble. "Heat of the moment, she must've gotten spooked and decided to try finding you on her own while I finished mopping up over here."

Every tendon and cording muscle in Kaji's torso went rigid at those blunt words, jaw clenching tightly enough to grind molars. He opened his mouth to let loose what promised to be a torrent of obscenities aimed squarely at his idiot friend—

Only for the vicious tirade to shrivel on his tongue the second his gaze snapped back to the two unconscious men at his feet. His slate-hued stare widened fractionally as realization slithered through his scorching anger like an icy serpent's caress.

There were only two bodies when he distinctly remembered three would-be assailants from earlier. Which meant...

"Oh fuck..." Kaji exhaled in a low rasp that seemed to emerge from the deepest pit of his stomach. Nausea roiled through his core, warring with the volcanic surge of adrenaline that instantly lashed his senses into killing-edge clarity. "Hiragi, how many of those bastards were there total?"

Even across the tinny cell signal, Kaji could practically taste the weighted pause before his friend answered - resignation and bitter acceptance lacing each syllable.

"...Three," was Hiragi's laconic but utterly damning response. "Should've been three."

White-hot panic detonated through Kaji's neural pathways with the ferocity of a thermobaric blast. His phone dropped from nerveless fingers, battery casing clattering against the filthy concrete as he pivoted on his heel and took off at a dead sprint.

Screw backup, screw lingering to get more intel from Hiragi - every accelerating stride carried Kaji deeper into the delirious spiral of worst-case scenarios blooming like nightmarish visions. If one of those twisted fucks had somehow slipped the net while he'd been distracted...

No. He refused to even entertain the possibility of you being hunted alone and vulnerable while Kaji hadn't been there to shield you from the sick underbelly of this world. He'd burn this whole rot-infested town to the bedrock before allowing you to suffer that sort of torment on his watch.

Kaji's boots thundered over the uneven pavement with piston-like cadence, singularly focused on tracking down that elusive third scumbag by any means necessary. A murderous force of nature solely driven by the towering compulsion to locate and neutralize any threat to your safety with extreme prejudice.

Because if even a single hair on your head was so much as ruffled when he finally reached your side? May whatever forgiving deities existed have mercy on any wretched soul caught in the oncoming cataclysm of Kaji's full, unrestrained wrath.

The night air felt heavier than usual, laden with an unsettling undercurrent that set your nerves on edge. You tugged the thin jacket tighter around your frame as you made your way down the deserted sidewalk, footsteps echoing in the tense quiet.

Part of you recognized how utterly foolish it was to be wandering these sketchy back streets alone in search of Kaji. He would be furious if he knew you'd disobeyed Hiragi's Instructions and potentially put yourself in harm's way. But the icy dread pooling in the pit of your stomach simply wouldn't allow you to stay put, not with your boyfriend out there dealing with those predators all on his own.

Ever since those turbulent teenage days when you first fell for the hotheaded delinquent, worries over Kaji's safety during his "business" had become an omnipresent ache. You knew he could more than handle himself - had witnessed firsthand the impressive fighting skills and sheer ferocious determination he brought to every brawl. But that did little to ease the frantic pounding of your heart whenever you imagined him squaring off against those vicious gangs without backup.

As the years pressed on and the stakes grew increasingly higher, your fretful vigil only intensified in turn. Kaji might scoff at your overprotective tendencies if he were aware of them. But you simply couldn't fathom the alternative of not having his solid, unyielding presence by your side through it all.

So you pressed onwards into the looming darkness with heightened alertness, straining to catch any hints of the conflict you prayed was already over. If you could just locate Kaji and confirm he was unharmed with your own eyes, maybe then the bitter taste of dread would—

A rough hand clamped over your mouth from behind, dragging you backwards into the fetid embrace of a yawning alleyway with startling force. You instantly began thrashing and kicking out, but your assailant easily outmatched you in size and bodily strength.

"Keep squirmin' around and see what happens, bitch!" The man's rancid snarl filled your senses as he jerked you flush against his whipcord frame. Hot, moist exhales ghosted across the back of your neck as he sneered close enough for you to see the yellowed teeth and rheumy, bloodshot stare. "Now you just gonna keep nice and quiet while I figure out what I'm gonna do with—"

Whatever vile threat he intended to make died on his lips as you threw your full weight into one more vicious jerk to break free. Eyes burning with desperation and defiance, you brought your heel down in a vicious stomp directly onto his instep with everything you had.

The howl of agony split the night as the lowlife instantly crumpled backward, releasing you from his sour hold in favor of clutching at his brutalized foot. You scrambled back onto your palms, wheezing for breath and preparing to make a break for the street when his twisted expression of pure fury snapped back in your direction.

"Stupid fuckin' bitch!" he roared, already scrambling upright with murder glinting in his beady gaze. "I'mma mash that pretty face into—"

You tried to backpedal as he launched himself towards where you were sprawled. But your retreat proved sluggish and clumsy thanks to your disorientation and his greater momentum. One meaty hand lashed out to seize a fistful of your hair and yank you forwards before the other clamped like a vise around your throat.

White-hot panic detonated in your chest as his full weight bored down on top of you, the crushing pressure around your windpipe cutting off any hope of crying out. Grunts of exertion punctuated your struggles, his saliva-flecked snarl leering just inches from your face as you battered and clawed at his arm with growing feebleness.

Just as black splotches began swimming across your vision and every synapse burned with the screaming need for oxygen, a thunderous detonation split the silence like a sonic boom. The vise-like pressure maintaining its relentless stranglehold around your airway abruptly evaporated as your assailant's bulk was bodily hurled off of you by an unseen force.

You immediately curled onto your side in a choking, hacking spasm - grateful lungfuls of air scorching their way down your abraded throat in between rattling convulsions. When you finally managed to lift your bleary gaze at last, the scene that greeted you made what little breath you'd regained stall in your chest.

Kaji stood in a low, predatory fighting stance, every corded muscle and sinuous tendon standing out in stark relief beneath his tanned skin. The overhead streetlights cast his expression in chiseled strokes of black and gold - features twisted into a mask of such apocalyptic, unrestrained fury that it stole your very voice to behold it directly.

Your eyes tracked his movements with horrified fascination as he stalked towards your now-prone assailant, who cowered and backpedaled with hands upraised in feeble protest. Kaji's hands clenched into granite-ridged fists, posture becoming more low-slung and beast-like with each prowling step until it felt like you were laying witness to humanity's primordial roots rising to the surface.

Suddenly, with zero preamble or warning, Kaji exploded into a lethal flurry of blurred motion - fists, elbows and knees battering into his terrified opponent in a frenzied tempest of shattering impact. Sickening crunches and pained howls filled the night as he unleashed the full unfettered fury of his savagery without mercy or quarter.

You flinched instinctively with each thunderous collision, dimly aware of cradling your ravaged throat as Kaji swiftly reduced the other man into a limp, unmoving heap on the filthy asphalt. Yet still he rained down abuse on the unconscious form, monstrous growls of animalistic rage echoing from the deepest pit of his chest.

That's when his blazing steel-flint stare snapped up and caught yours at last, twin pools of mercurial promise and retribution burning into your very psyche. In that fractured instant, you caught a glimpse of the unmistakable beast Kaji could become when inflamed by undiluted wrath - unrestrained, unholy, and unmerciful towards anything that dared threaten what he'd so utterly claimed as his to protect.

The last coherent memory you retained before the world spun into velvet blackness was that of Kaji prowling towards your sprawled form with the same lethal, purposeful grace of an apex predator finally reclaiming its chosen prize.

The first tendrils of awareness filtered back in slowly, like wading through a dense fog. Your eyes felt heavy, weighed down by lingering disorientation even as shapes and shadows gradually coalesced into recognizable forms swimming above you.

"...ink she's coming around. Hey, can you hear me?"

That familiar gravelly baritone finally pierced the cottony haze as Hiragi's concerned features solidified into focus mere inches from your face. You managed a feeble groan in response, head lolling towards the source of his voice.

"Oh, thank goodness!" A feminine timbre chimed in - higher and distinctly more upbeat despite the underlying worry coloring the lilt.

Kotoha leaned into your periphery a moment later, hazel eyes wide and lips pursed into a small "o" of consternation. Despite the gravity of the situation, you couldn't quite smother the reflexive twitch of fondness at her typically exuberant presence.

"We were so worried when Kaji showed up carrying you all roughed up like that!" she fretted, delicate brows furrowing slightly. "Are you hur—?"

"She needs space," a low, dissonant rasp cut across whatever else Kotoha intended to say.

Your lungs hitched in a breathless stall at the sound of that voice - still hoarse and graveled from the sheer animalistic ferocity laced through its tones. Slowly, you rolled your throbbing head to the other side until your vision snagged on Kaji's imposing silhouette hovering above the couch where you lay.

He stood with arms tightly crossed over his chest, every line and sinew of his muscular frame exuding a barely leashed menace even in repose. The stark planes and angles of his face were thrown into harsh chiaroscuro by the dim lighting, chiseling his expression into an inscrutable, unyielding mask that made your heart skip a frantically.

But it was his eyes that truly ensnared and pinned you into place like a frozen animal before the barrel of a rifle's scope. Those glinted steel chips bored into you with the same scorching, relentless intensity you'd briefly witnessed at the alley's other end - untamed and hypervigilant, as if daring anything or anyone to make the slightest aggressive move against its chosen quarry again.

It made your breath stall in your battered throat, a sense of primal trepidation slithering through your consciousness at being caged under that raptor's scrutiny once more.

"Both of you," Kaji growled without preamble, turning that razored glare momentarily towards Hiragi and Kotoha in a clear dismissal. "Take a walk. Me and my girlfriend need to have a little...chat first."

Hiragi opened his mouth, jawline tightening in a telltale sign he meant to protest or offer advisement. But something in the frigid gunmetal promise flickering behind Kaji's stare seemed to leech away whatever objection he might have voiced. After a prolonged beat of silence, he gave the barest dip of his chin and rose to his feet with a low exhalation.

Kotoha hesitated a fraction longer, worrying her full lower lip between her teeth as those vivid hazel orbs flitted between your prone form and Kaji's unmovable silhouette hovering over you both. But she eventually followed Hiragi's lead and trailed after him, her small hand reflexively twining into your periphery to give your fingers a reassuring squeeze.

Only when the sound of their departing footfalls had completely dissolved did Kaji finally unfurl from his rigid stance with a low, rolling expulsion of breath. Slowly, he pivoted towards the couch, unhurried strides eating up the distance until he loomed directly above where you lay.

That unrelenting, tempered steel stare continued blazing into you without compromise from this extreme proximity. Every cording tendon and bunched muscle reflecting the lethal tension coiled through his entire being - not quite given free rein yet...but not far from doing so either.

One calloused hand reached out, fingers splaying possessively over your sternum in an authoritative brand that seemed to sear straight through the thin cotton separating his scorching palm from your rapidly pounding heart. Still, Kaji said nothing. Simply maintained that fraught, weighted silence thick with all the volatile undercurrents and unvarnished promise of what was about to unfurl between you both.

Like a merciless tempest hovering in its full and terrible glory...awaiting the slightest provocation to unleash its brutal, cleansing force without quarter.

The weighted silence stretched out between you both in a rapturous, fragile suspension - charged particles practically crackling through the static-swept atmosphere like stray bolts of lightning.

Then Kaji's calloused fingertips began tracing a blazing path along the battered column of your throat.

You instinctively flinched at the initial searing contact, unable to repress a tremulous whimper as his pads grazed over each lurid, blossoming weal. Every mottled blemish and inflammation stood out in livid discoloration - a visceral reminder of how narrowly you'd slipped fate's clutches this night.

Rather than react to your plaintive noise, Kaji simply continued his unhurried exploration with the sort of granular intensity usually reserved for assessing gunshot trajectories. The pad of his thumb mapped the deepest imprint scored across your windpipe with an almost clinical meticulousness, as though committing every ridge and contour to permanent memory.

When he finally did speak, the words emerged in little more than a hoarse, frayed rasp that made you shiver despite the sweltering undercurrents rippling from his formidable frame.

"You ever stop and wonder why I fell for a stubborn, reckless little thing like you?"

The unexpected query - coupled with that deceivingly mild delivery - caused your brows to knit momentarily in bewilderment. But Kaji simply continued musing in that same gravel-tinged drawl, eyes flickering with some unreadable emotion.

"Was a total pain in my ass from day one back in high school," he murmured, knuckles ghosting featherlight swirls along your feverish skin. "This mouthy brat who never missed an opportunity to get all up in my business, no matter how many times I brushed you off..."

Despite yourself, the faintest curve tugged at the corners of your mouth at the transparent nostalgia coating his cadences. You couldn't even begin to count the number of times your brazen refusal to be cowed by the infamous Kaji Ren had nearly gotten you throttled back then.

The barest whisper of a chuckle rumbled through Kaji's chest at your reaction. For a fleeting heartbeat, the specters of the harsh lines etched into his visage seemed to soften infinitesimally - enough for you to catch the faintest glimpse of the easy, cocksure teenage rebel he'd once been peeking through.

Then his expression abruptly shifted on a dime, thunderous scowl reappearing like the casting of a shadow as his tone plunged into something far more low and dissonant.

"Should've known back then what an absolute magnet for trouble you'd turn out to be..."

Instinctively, your senses went on high alert at the razor-edged undercurrents in his rasping murmurs - every hair along your nape prickling as the precarious tension swelled through the stifling atmosphere once more. Kaji's free hand reached out, palm searing like a brand against your flushed cheek to carefully tilt your face upwards, ensuring his smoldering stare pinned you ruthlessly in place.

"All these years later, and you're still the same goddamn problem child who won't listen to a word I say," he growled, voice lowering into a predatory rumble that seemed to reverberate against the bruised staves of your ribcage.

"Never stops to consider putting herself in the line of fire at every turn, even when that pathetic death wish puts the people protecting her at just as much risk..."

An animalistic snarl twisted his full lips into a rictus of pure fury, grip tightening fractionally until the vicelike pressure bordered on bruising. Not that you dared so much as part your trembling mouth on a whisper of protest. Not when Kaji's entire frame had gone utterly, preternaturally rigid with a towering umbrage that seared into you with all the blistering might of a solar corona.

"Do you have ANY idea what would've happened if I got there even a second later?" His words detonated in a psychic percussive force that pummeled you straight down to your marrow, even without raising his voice an octave.

"How close I came to watching that sadistic fuck rob you of everything that makes you MINE while I was stuck chasing decoys like a fucking amateur?!"

Kaji's thunderous inhale raked through his gritted teeth with a labored, hissing rasp - clearly battling to throttle his raging fury back into some manageable configuration. When next he loomed over you, teeth bared and every bunched sinew straining like a hair-trigger bowstring, you could practically see the detonation wavefront smoldering in those achingly familiar steel-bright irises.

"I would have razed this cesspool down to fucking bedrock," he bit out in a cadence rendered molten by sheer hatred. "Every miserable lowlife within a hundred-mile radius would've drowned in their own blood before they took you away from me."

Blazing manifolds of retribution and delirious vengeance cascaded between each stygian syllable clawed from his chest - so blindingly intense you could practically taste the bitter ash saturating your own tongue. For several fraught, suspended heartbeats, you remained utterly transfixed by the spectacle of such apocalyptic, unholy apotheosis simmering at the very precipice of unchaining itself wholly upon this mortal plane.

Then, with a guttural snarl that seemed to attenuate all the violence, rage, and obsessive need coiling through him into a single searing crescendo...Kaji slammed his forehead against yours with punishing force. The shock of dizzying impact jarred through every synapse, effectively blanking your mind of all thoughts beyond submitting to the impending tsunami.

"But you just had to jump the leash again, didn't you?" he growled against your trembling mouth, chest heaving against yours with every ragged inhalation. "Because deep down, you still don't actually trust me to keep you safe like I promised all those years ago..."

Somehow, that final blistering accusation sliced even deeper than the molten lashings of blame and fury preceding it. You drew a ragged breath, hazy vision refocusing just in time to watch Kaji's lips slant over yours in an utterly dominating, punishing deluge that robbed whatever feeble protests might have slipped free.

There was zero hesitation or restraint in his movements - only the punishing, all-consuming need to possess and dominate you fully in this moment. His thick tongue immediately surged past your parted lips, tangling with yours in a lush, devouring dance that stole the air from your lungs with its ferocity.

You couldn't repress the desperate little whimper that slipped free as his calloused palms roamed over your sides and hips with possessive fervor. The weight and heat of Kaji's powerful body pinning you to the couch's unforgiving surface made you feel deliriously consumed and caged by his virile presence from every angle. Any feeble attempts at squirming or seeking even an inch of relief only resulted in him anchoring you more ruthlessly in place beneath his hulking mass.

When finally Kaji tore his mouth from yours in need of air, you gulped down ragged breaths in a dazed rapture - scarcely able to track the slick glide of his lips trailing a scorching path along the thundering pulse at your throat. His gravelly rumbles of approval vibrated deliciously against your sensitive skin as he lavished the exposed column with rasping drags of his tongue and soft nips.

"Yeah...that's what I fucking thought," he growled in a tone made rough from the sheer intensity blazing between you both. "Can't get enough of having me take control and put that greedy little body in its place, can you?"

To emphasize his point, Kaji rolled his hips in one purposeful grind that dragged the painfully rigid length trapped within his sweats against your molten core in a lash of electrifying friction. Your back arched with a needy mewl, already feeling the slick arousal gathering at your entrance as he pinned you open with the bracket of his powerful thighs.

"Get you so worked up just from a little dry humping and rough kisses," he husked against the glistening column of your throat, tongue laving a lush, openmouthed path to the hollow between your collarbones. "Should've known you'd go all reckless and fuckup like this again just to get my hands all over this perfect body as punishment..."

One large palm drifted up to engulf the lush fullness of your breast, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze before brushing over the peaked bud with tantalizing lightness. You squirmed and whined helplessly, rapidly becoming undone by his ceaseless carnal praise and handsy lavishing. Kaji's deep chuckle of undisguised gratification at your unraveling vibrated through your very bones.

"God, look how fucking desperate you are already," he grated out in clear satisfaction. "Bet you've been craving this since storming off on your own like an idiot earlier – getting put back under my full control where your dumb ass belongs."

With that crude observation, Kaji ducked his head to mouth hotly over the nipple he'd been teasing, swirling that wicked tongue in tight, maddening circuits. His free hand snaked down to boldly palm the clothed swell of your mound, fingertips digging into the rapidly dampening material to find your slickened folds through the barrier.

"Yeah, feel how soaked you're getting just thinking about me punishing that reckless little body into submission again..." He punctuated his low rasp by easing two thick digits past your panties and into your drenched folds in a torturously measured glide, burying them to the last knuckle in your clenching sheath. "Like it's the only damn way to get it through your thick skull that you never leave my side without permission, understand?"

All you could do was nod and whine as Kaji began to steadily pump those calloused fingers in a gliding, purposeful cadence explicitly designed to milk every shocked keen and shudder from your overstimulated form. Each searing retreat ended with his palm grinding against your swollen clit, the muscles of his arm and shoulder rippling powerfully from the effort of slowly dismantling your coherence in the most exquisite manner possible.

"Fuckin' lucky I'm even considering letting you off easy with just a hard-earned dicking down this time around," he growled between lavishing your panting mouth with messy, biting kisses. "Should be tying you to the bed the second we get home, cuffing those wrists over your head so you're stuck staring at the ceiling and remembering who you fucking belong to while I breed this greedy pussy over and over..."

The vivid imagery coupled with Kaji's rough dominance and crude narration had you rapidly dissolving into a squirming mess of desperation and need. Whines and cries punched free with each mind-numbing plunge and retreat of his thick digits working your silken interior into an overwrought frenzy. You could feel yourself rapidly teetering right on the shuddering precipice of blissful release with every harsh grind of his palm into your straining bundle of nerves.

"That's it...let go and come all over my hand like a good girl," Kaji rumbled in clear satisfaction, drinking in your glassy-eyed unraveling with rapt focus. "Might actually keep you half-sane and out of trouble for a few hours after pumping that heavenly little pussy full of my load..."

He leaned in close to growl right against the swollen bow of your trembling lips, smoky amber gaze swallowing you whole. "At least until all that cum really kicks in and has you crawling right back for another hard reminder of why you'll never leave my side again..."

The harsh grating demand of his words, combined with one last unforgiving curl of his fingers against that shockingly snug internal cluster, detonated your teetering release into blinding delirium. You came undone around Kaji's pumping hand in a helpless convulsion, crying out against the branding heat of his mouth swallowing each keening noise. He drank in your rapturous shattering with undisguised gratification, continuing to steadily work you through the rolling paroxysms until the final quakes gradually ebbed away into boneless lassitude.

Only then did Kaji slowly withdraw his glistening digits from your sated depths, lifting them to his lips to lave the musky evidence of your shuddering release with clear relish. His smoldering gaze held you utterly transfixed and caged even as he sat back slightly, swiping his arm across his slick mouth with a rumbled chuckle.

"Good girl..." he husked, thick cock visibly twitching in a way that made your spent channel spasm reflexively. "From this point on, I'm gonna make sure you're either pregnant or getting there every single night."

Before you could even process the blunt statement, let alone formulate a response, Kaji's hands shot down to grip the hem of your panties and skirt. With a rough jerk, he roughly peeled the clinging garments off in a single yank. A low, primal growl rolled through his chest as his ravenous stare landed on your slick-soaked folds, the engorged lips already glistening with renewed arousal.

"You're gonna be begging me for this cock every day until your belly swells up with my kid," he muttered in a low, almost wondering timbre. The reverence coloring his rasping words made a flush crawl up the column of your throat, even as your eyes widened at the unabashed filth spewing forth.

"Don't try fighting it. I've made up my mind - that fertile little body is going to stay swollen with fresh batches of my seed one after the other," Kaji grated out, reaching down to impatiently drag his sweatpants down and kick them off. "You get off on tempting danger, I get off on the thought of you barefoot and glowing, swollen with multiple loads I've pumped into that greedy womb."

Any lingering objections or attempts at logic died on your tongue when Kaji's massive erection sprang free, rigid and throbbing against his abdomen. Even now, the size and sheer girth of that pulsing monster made a shiver run up your spine in primal recognition of the thorough, unrepentant fucking it always promised.

His calloused palms wrapped around your hips, gripping the delicate span firmly to drag you closer, allowing him to notch the broad head of his length against your slick entrance. Then, with one punishing, unrelenting thrust, Kaji sank inside the silken, fluttering walls until he was buried to the hilt in your shuddering depths.

You threw your head back with a choked cry, instinctively wrapping your legs around his hips and locking ankles to pull him closer. Every straining nerve ending lit up with electric fire at being split open by his impossibly massive cock. It took several seconds of ragged, heaving breaths for the overwhelming fullness to gradually ease into something less deliriously acute.

Kaji groaned against your parted lips, hips twitching and thighs shaking with the sheer effort of restraining his urge to simply hammer into your pliant form and claim you in the most savage way possible. Still, his rasping words emerged in a low, uncompromising growl.

"Fucking hell, you're tight...even after all this time, it's like sinking into pure heaven..."

When you could finally manage a shaky breath, he drew his hips back slightly and began to build into a steady rhythm. Every measured roll and grind of his thick girth against your swollen channel stoked the molten pressure simmering anew at your core, sending sparks shooting along every straining nerve ending.

"Oh god," you panted, barely able to register anything beyond the delirious sensation of him filling you to the brim and dragging every last shred of rational thought out with each slow, measured stroke. "Ren...please..."

Kaji's teeth snapped together with a growl, clearly struggling against the same primal instinct to simply give in and drive into you with wild abandon.

"You better be asking for this dick like a good girl," he husked out, leaning down to nip sharply at your kiss-swollen lips. "Or else that smart mouth of yours is gonna stay too preoccupied moaning for me to fuck another breeding into you to risk any more misbehavior."

With that final threat, his hips abruptly picked up into a rougher, faster pace, each snap of his pelvis slamming home against your cervix in a lashing assault. Your nails dug into his muscled shoulders, leaving deep red welts across his taut flesh as you struggled to find any anchor to ground you amidst the onslaught.

"Fuck," Kaji groaned, clearly reveling in the punishing force he was able to unleash without the constraints of a public environment or the threat of an audience. "Can't believe how tight this perfect little pussy gets for me every damn time..."

He reached down to grip one quivering thigh, hooking his arm under your knee to spread you open even wider and allow him to sink deeper. His heavy balls slapped obscenely against the supple flesh of your ass, the slick sounds of his cock plunging into your soaked core echoing around the room.

"You gonna come for me, sweetheart?" he husked against your parted lips, clearly reveling in the hazy desperation clouding your vision as he drove you higher and higher towards release. "Come all over this cock while I give you the first load of my cum for the night..."

When you could only gasp and keen in reply, Kaji's grip on your hips tightened fractionally, ensuring his pelvis ground against your straining bundle of nerves and clit with every ruthless snap forward.

"Come on, I know you're close...just a little bit more," he muttered in a low rasp, pupils blown wide as he stared down at your flushed features. "Need to feel this sweet pussy milk me dry and squeeze every drop of my seed straight into your womb..."

One of his hands drifted down to your abdomen, fingertips pressing down lightly over the spot where his cock bulged obscenely through your taut flesh. The gesture somehow managed to magnify the sensation of his brutal thrusts, drawing a choked gasp from your chest.

"F-fuck, Ren..." You were rapidly spiraling towards the edge, unable to resist the pull of the inevitable tidal surge. "Oh god...I'm gonna..."

"Yeah, you are," he bit out, voice rough and uneven as his hips began to slam into you with a punishing force. "So do it - come all over my cock like the good girl I know you are, baby..."

His command and the raw authority underlying the words shattered the final vestiges of your resistance. Your entire body went taut, straining as though suspended from some invisible wire as a seismic ripple began to radiate outwards. The first gush of release erupted around the thick length still pumping into you, slick and scorching.

"Fuck, yes!" Kaji hissed, the sound strained and almost tortured as his powerful hips faltered for the briefest heartbeat. "That's it – take my fucking load, sweetheart...so goddamn perfect when you're creaming all over my cock..."

With that final praise, his entire body went rigid against yours, a choked growl spilling forth as he began to spurt thick, heavy ropes of his essence deep within the clenching vise of your channel. The sensation of his release bathing your quivering depths, along with the sheer knowledge that Kaji had just emptied a fresh load of his seed straight into your fertile womb, sent you careening over the edge a second time.

You clung desperately to the broad span of his shoulders, keening as the waves of release wracked your shuddering frame. Kaji's own groans of ecstasy mingled with yours, the two of you drowning in the raw, unfiltered carnality of the moment.

Eventually, the final aftershocks began to ebb, leaving behind the blissful lassitude and bone-deep satiation. Kaji slumped against your prone form, careful not to crush you with his massive bulk, and buried his face into the crook of your neck with a ragged groan.

You felt him inhale deeply, the scorching brand of his nose and lips brushing over your salt-dampened skin as he seemed to drink in your combined, musky scents. A shudder rolled through Kaji's powerful frame - one you weren't certain originated from the lingering throes of pleasure or something more visceral entirely.

When at last he shifted enough for you to glimpse his features, the intensity burning behind those steel-flint irises momentarily stole the breath from your spent lungs. Gone was the razor focus of his earlier, primal dominance. In its place, an inscrutable cocktail of residual hunger and...something darker, more haunted than you could immediately parse.

"Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again," Kaji rasped in a low rumble that seemed wrenched from the deepest pit of his diaphragm. There was no mistaking the undercurrent of quiet ferocity threaded through his gravelly tones, nor the slight tremor betraying the sheer unvented intensity still simmering beneath the surface of his controlled cadences.

One of his broad palms came up to cup the side of your face, calloused pads ghosting over the feverish winged curve of your cheekbones and temples in a shockingly tender caress. You instinctively leaned into the searing brand of his touch, trapping it against your flushed skin as you searched his shadowed gaze for answers to the enigma playing out behind them.

"You have any idea how close I came to..." Kaji started huskily, only to trail off as his jaw clenched until Herculean cords and tendons stood out in stark relief. His amber stare bored into you with smoldering intensity for several suspended heartbeats before the words finally emerged in a low, rumbling exhalation. "I could taste the bloodlust when I realized one of those fucks had slipped the net. Could practically feel every strand of control starting to splinter apart at the thought of losing you to those sadistic pieces of shit."

Despite the explicit menace suffusing his murmurs, you felt your breath hitch at the naked admission blazing there. Witnessing Kaji openly acknowledge the maelstrom of possessive, protective obsession that had nearly lashed free upon encountering such grievous stakes was...sobering. But also reaffirming in a way that both terrified and thrilled you down to your marrow.

"So I'm going to get what I want, one way or the other," he husked with quiet, unapologetic conviction - punctuating the matter-of-fact declaration by hooking one of your legs over his powerful hips once more. You whimpered softly as the dense ridges of his still-hard cock twitched within your swollen, over-sensitized folds with casual insistence. "Because from here on out, there won't be a single opportunity for you to stray into the line of fire again."

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cjlouwho · 5 months ago

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so I made this post yesterday then felt the need to turn it into a little fic. enjoy!

“Oh my God, Evan,” Tommy breathed out heavily, trying to keep himself from grinding up against Buck's thigh.

Buck's only response was a hum against Tommy's neck, licking at the spot he'd been sucking on before going in for a bite.

Tommy had gotten to Buck's place about an hour ago. They'd managed to have dinner, dessert, and clean up most of the kitchen before Buck decided they'd gone long enough without touching. Tommy was rinsing the last of the dishes when Buck pressed himself against Tommy's back, reaching under the hem of his shirt to drag his hands over Tommy's muscles.

It didn't take long for the dishes to be forgotten. Or for Tommy's shirt to be tossed onto the table on their way up the stairs. Buck had lost his pants somewhere about halfway up the staircase, and the rest of their clothes were in small piles around the room.

They had time tonight. Neither of them had work the next day so it wasn't like they needed to rush through sex to get enough sleep. There would be no alarms to set, no helicopters to fly, no horrible captain to deal with. They could stay in bed for as long as they wanted... and sleep as little as they wanted.

Which is what led to Buck currently working on giving Tommy a hickey. Tommy couldn't actually remember the last time he'd been given a proper hickey. Probably high school, or maybe at a club when he was in his twenties? He couldn't really be sure, but he knew it never felt like this did. Buck's body pressed against his, one hand running over his abs while the other wrapped around the nape of his neck. The feeling of Buck's teeth scraping against his skin, then his tongue swooping in to ease the sting. The feeling of Buck's hair between his fingers while his other hand ran up and down his back and gave his ass an occasional squeeze.

Tommy was pretty sure he was in heaven. He made a mental note to tell his dad, should he ever have to speak to him again, that he did in fact make it through those pearly gates.

One more nibble against his pulse point had Tommy moaning, planting his feet on the bed and thrusting up against Buck.

Buck couldn't help but smirk. “Impatient,” he teased against Tommy's skin, kissing his way back up his jaw until he reached his lips. “I thought you were supposed to be the calm, cool, and collected one?” His lips brushed against Tommy's with every word.

Tommy shook his head, “Not with you,” he said before leaning up enough to give Buck a proper kiss. He could still taste a faint hint of tiramisu on Buck's tongue. Both of Tommy's hands traveled down to Buck's ass and he gave it a proper squeeze, eliciting a moan from him. He took the opportunity to hold tightly onto Buck and flip them over. It wasn't the first time he'd pulled that move, but it made Buck speechless every time, and Tommy loved doing that to him.

“Tom-” he huffed out, trying to find his voice as Tommy started working his way down Buck's chest. “T- Tommy,” he finally moaned. “N- Not fair.”

Tommy laughed against Buck's stomach, pressing a kiss just above his bellybutton. As he was continuing his mission to kiss over every inch of Evan's body before reaching his dick, there was a knock on the door that caused Tommy to pause.

“Ignore it,” Buck all but demanded, his legs twitching for Tommy's mouth to return to his thigh. Not one to disobey a direct order, Tommy continued.

Until the knocking started again. More persistent this time.

“Babe?” Tommy went to sit up, but Buck grabbed at his hair, keeping him in place.

“They'll leave.”

As if on cue, the knocking got louder, and faster.

Tommy sighed, sitting up and releasing himself from Buck's grip.

Buck whined at the loss. “We were just getting to the good part.”

“It could be an emergency,” Tommy said, rolling off the bed to look for his clothes. Begrudgingly, Buck got up as well.

“Hold on!” Buck yelled toward the door, he got his button up off the floor and put it on quickly, not bothering to mess with an undershirt first. As he headed downstairs he picked up his pants and ungracefully put them on. He tried buttoning his shirt, but seemed to skip a few of the buttons on his way, leaving it lopsided.

He didn't even bother trying to fix his hair.

The knocking started again just as Buck swung the door open.

“Took you long enough,” Eddie said, waltzing in with a six pack in one and hand a DVD in the other. “What the hell were you doing?”

“I, um, I was... I was working out,” Buck answered, wincing at his words. He was still in a bit of a daze, and trying very much not to think about the half naked man in his bedroom. He closed the door, then turned to Eddie who was setting his stuff down on the kitchen counter.

“What?!” Eddie exclaimed, sounding slightly offended. “You should have called me, Man. We could've worked out together.”

Which... no.

“Uh, yeah, it... it was a last minute thing. I- What are you doing here, Eddie? Were we hanging out tonight?”

Eddie shrugged. “Figured I'd just stop by. We could watch a movie, drink, I could mourn the loss of my child.”

“You haven't lost him, Eddie.” Buck crossed his arms over his chest, moving toward the kitchen. “He's just figuring stuff out.”

“Mm. Well, anyway,” he pulled out a beer and popped off the cap, taking a sip. “Movie?”

“Uh-”

Before Buck could even try to think of an excuse, Tommy was walking down the stairs. Eddie noticed him first, and Buck turned to see that while he had on his pants, he was wearing a shirt that was very much not his.

Because his shirt was still on thrown on the table.

Whoops.

While Buck and Tommy were nearly the same size, Tommy did have a broader chest. And Buck often opted for tighter fitting clothing, so the particular shirt that Tommy was wearing clung to him like a rubber glove.

And if you asked Buck, that was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen.

“Hey, Eddie,” Tommy greeted, combing his fingers through his hair. It was in no way helping.

“Hey, Tommy!” Eddie replied cheerfully. He moved around the counter and held up his hand for a high five. “This is great! I didn't know you were here. Were you and Buck working out together?”

Tommy gave Buck a confused glance. “Uh, yeah?”

Buck knew that Eddie could be a little slow at putting two and two together. It was a quality they both shared. But he'd get there, and Buck watched as he started putting the puzzle pieces together.

First, he noticed the shirt. Then he noticed Tommy scratch at the hickey on his neck, which the shirt he chose did nothing to hide.

Then his eyes hit the clothes on the table.

Then his mouth opened. “Oh!” He looked back and forth between them, his lips turning up into a little smirk. “Oh you were “working out” working out? Okay, I'm understanding why I wasn't invited now.” He moved to the counter to grab the DVD. “I'm gonna go. Let you two, you know, get your hip thrusts in.”

“Eddie, you don't have to go,” Tommy said. “Might need more beer, but a movie sounds fun.”

“Yeah,” Buck agreed. “It's fine.”

“No, really, I am gonna go and enjoy Marley and Me on my own,” Eddie replied, backing up toward the door.

Tommy grimaced, shaking his head. “You cannot enjoy Marley and Me on your own. That movie broke me. I had to call out of work the next day.”

“Really, guys, it's all good. Sorry for the disruption. I will just...” his voice trailed off as he pointed behind him. He opened the door and left out, leaving Tommy and Buck standing there staring at each other.

“You're gonna go bring him back, right?” Tommy asked after a beat.

Buck looked Tommy up and down, focusing on the way his sleeves gripped Tommy's arms. “I think he'll be okay.”

“Evan.”

“Ugh!” Buck pouted, heading for the door. “Fine.”

Tommy smiled, shaking his head. “I'll order more beer.”

#bucktommy #911 #tommy kinard #evan buckley #eddie diaz #just a little thingy #prompt #not really but I need it for that tag

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queenofwands89 · 6 months ago

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The Storm Within (Part Two) Tyler Owens x fem!reader

Part 1

Summary: Following the events of the first part, a severely injured Y/N lies in a coma while a heartbroken Tyler waits by her side, wondering if she will ever wake up.

Warnings: Hospital, Reader is in a coma, Fluff, Sad Tyler, Slightly angsty.

Notes: I didn't expect so many people to read the first part, let alone want a second, so thank you—it means a lot. I rushed to write this to avoid making you wait any longer, lol. I'm currently accepting writing prompts for Jake Seresin, Tyler Owens, and Glen Powell.

Enjoy byeeee!

Two weeks have slipped by in a blur of sterile hospital corridors and the endless hum of medical machines. Each passing day is a battle against time, unrelenting in its indifference, and Tyler's world has shrunk to the confines of your hospital room.

Tyler sits by your side, his eyes heavy with exhaustion but refusing to close. He's lost count of the hours he's spent watching the rise and fall of your chest, willing you to wake up. The constant beeping of the heart monitor and the rhythmic hiss of the ventilator are his only companions.

The rest of the storm-chasing team visits regularly, each holding onto hope in their own way. Boone leaves a fresh bouquet of wildflowers on the bedside table every other day, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the clinical white of the room. Dani brings her laptop, working quietly in the corner, refusing to leave until Tyler is forced to rest. Dexter makes sure Tyler eats, even if it means feeding him himself. And Lilly, with her unwavering optimism, often slips into the chair opposite Tyler, regaling him with stories and laughs to keep the darkness at bay.

One evening, as the crimson hues of the setting sun penetrate the blinds, Tyler is gently persuaded by Lilly to step outside the room, if only for a few minutes. The fresh air at the hospital's small garden is a reprieve he didn’t know he needed. He takes deep breaths, trying to shake off the weight that's settled on his shoulders.

As he walks back towards your room, he overhears a hushed conversation between two nurses. "It's been two weeks, and she's still fighting. It's remarkable," he hears one of them say. A glimmer of hope ignites in his chest. You're a fighter; you always have been.

Pushing open the door to your room, Tyler's heart skips a beat. One of the doctors, Dr. Emerson, is standing by your bed, reviewing the latest results. Tyler rushes in, anxiety and hope warring on his face.

"Any changes, Doc?" Tyler asks, his voice barely a whisper.

Dr. Emerson turns to him, a small, comforting smile on her face. "Her vitals are steadily improving. The brain activity shows promising signs. She's still in a coma, but these are good indicators. It’s just a matter of time."

With those reassuring words, Dr. Emerson gives Tyler a gentle nod before turning to leave the room, the other doctor following closely behind. The soft click of the closing door lingers in the air, marking the transition from clinical observation to personal vigil.

Tyler takes his seat beside you, gently holding your hand. "Hey, beautiful," he begins, his voice soft but steady. "I know you can hear me. I thought I'd share some stories, like old times."

He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "Remember the first storm we chased together? God, we were terrified but so exhilarated," he chuckles. "The sky was this angry shade of gray, and the wind was howling like it was possessed. We had no idea what we were doing, but we felt invincible."

Tyler's eyes glisten with unshed tears as he continues. "You kept yelling at me to keep the camera steady while you took notes. I think I was too busy being amazed by how fearless you were. The tornado touched down so close, and we got caught in the downdraft. But you... you never lost your cool. You guided us out of there like it was just another day at the office."

He squeezes your hand gently, hoping for any sign of acknowledgment. "Then there was that time in Kansas. Do you remember? We were staying at that run-down motel, and the power went out during the middle of the night. We ended up sitting in the car, wrapped in blankets, watching the lightning storm. You said it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

The corners of Tyler's lips lift into a sad smile as he recounts more memories. "You were always the brave one, Y/N. Like that time we drove into the eye of the storm. Literally. Everyone told us it was too dangerous, but you convinced us, and we did it. And I'll never forget the look on your face when we made it out in one piece."

A silence hangs in the air for a moment, the only sounds coming from the steady beeps and hums of the medical equipment.

"I'm not gonna lie, Y/N. These past two weeks have been the hardest of my life. Seeing you like this... it's killing me. But I know you're fighting. You always do," Tyler says, voice cracking with emotion.

Tyler leans closer, his head resting on the side of your bed. He speaks softly, almost to himself. "You know, Dani was telling me about how you kept her sane during her first storm chase. She said she wouldn't have made it if it weren't for you. And Boone, he's a mess without you bossing him around. Dexter too. None of us are the same without you."

He looks at your serene face, a fresh wave of determination washing over him. "But we all believe in you. We know you're coming back to us. And when you do, we'll be ready with stories and laughs and everything that's been missing."

As the sun sets outside, casting a warm glow over the room, Tyler continues to talk. He recounts every little detail of your adventures together, from the funniest moments to the most heart-stopping ones, painting a vivid picture with his words.

The world is a foggy blur as consciousness slowly begins to seep back into your mind. The silence in the room is broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the medical machines. Your eyelids feel heavy as you struggle to open them, a sense of disorientation clouding your thoughts.

As your eyes finally flutter open, the dim light of the room gradually sharpens into focus. The first thing you see is Tyler, slumped in the chair beside your hospital bed. His hand grips yours tightly, as if even in sleep, he cannot let go. His face is etched with lines of stress and fatigue, evidence of the nights he has spent by your side.

For a few moments, you simply watch him. Even in his exhausted state, there’s an undeniable tenderness in the way he holds your hand. You notice the dark circles under his eyes, the stubble that has grown from days of neglecting himself. Deep down, an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love wells up within you. You realize now more than ever just how much he means to you.

Gradually, you muster the strength to give his hand a weak squeeze, something to pull him from the depths of his weariness. His eyes flutter open slowly, confusion briefly crossing his features before they lock onto yours. Instantly, his face transforms—a mix of shock, awe, and profound relief.

"Y/N..." he breathes, his voice shaky and filled with emotion. Tears pool in his eyes, and you can see him fighting to hold them back, but it’s a losing battle. As the realization washes over him, that you’re finally awake, his tears begin to fall freely. "You’re... you’re awake. Thank God, you’re awake."

A lump forms in your throat, making it hard to speak, but you manage a small smile. "Tyler," you rasp, the single word carrying all the emotions you can't yet express.

He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing fervent kisses to your knuckles. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much," he chokes out, his voice breaking with raw emotion. "I thought... I thought I’d lost you. I’m so sorry, Y/N. For everything. For the things I said. I was scared and I handled it all wrong."

You can feel the wetness of his tears on your hand, and it breaks your heart to see him in such pain. Gathering what strength you can, you shake your head slightly. "No, Tyler. We both did things we regret. I pushed you away when I should have let you in. But we can’t change the past. We can only move forward."

He nods, his teary eyes never leaving yours. "We’ll fix this. Together," he vows, his voice filled with a newfound determination.

Your smile grows a bit stronger, as you grip his hand with a bit more strength. "Together," you echo, the word binding the two of you in a promise of unity and hope.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Tyler repeats fervently, his tears now mingling with a relieved laugh.

You can't help but let out a light giggle, the sound so sweet to Tyler’s ears. "I love you, I love you, I love you," you reply, your heart feeling lighter for the first time in a long while.

Tyler chuckles softly, his expression softening as he looks at you. "I think the doctors are going to start charging me rent for how long I've been here."

You laugh weakly, the sound like music to his ears. "Well, as long as you don't start claiming squatter's rights. We might have to evict you."

His laughter mingles with yours, the room now filled with a warmth and happiness that seemed impossible just moments ago. "Deal. I'll leave when you do," he declares, his voice brimming with love and commitment.

The path to recovery will undoubtedly be long and arduous, but for now, the hardest part is over. The heavy cloud of uncertainty has lifted, replaced by a glimmering beacon of hope. The room, once cold and sterile, now feels warm, filled with the palpable power of your mutual love and commitment.

As the rhythmic beeping of the machines continues to fill the background, you and Tyler share a moment of silent understanding, knowing that whatever challenges lie ahead, you’ll face them hand in hand. "I love you," he whispers once more, the promise of these words a soothing balm to your soul.

"I love you," you whisper back, sealing the bond that will carry you through the days to come.

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suskz · 2 months ago

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Hi can you do a smut/comfort fic abt Chan or Lee know where reader is scared to take off her bra during sex bc she is insecure about having a small chest?

pairing: Minho x fem!Reader

t/w: hurt/comfort ; smut ; fluff ; nipple play ; breasts worship ; piv sex ; oral sex (f!rec) ; body insecurities ; we love all type of tits ; praise ; second time intimacy ; aftercare ; hickeys ; bites ; reader’s ex is an asshole ; dirty talk.

w/c: 3.2k

a/n: always remember, girlies, that Lino is an ass lover (and your tits are as beautiful as his in those pics, whatever size they are) (someone give that man a bra pls).

Closer to you

Mine❤️: Netflix and chill?

You: 9pm at my place?

Mine❤️: Perfect 😉

You both knew it wasn’t really going to be just Netflix and chill.

But at least you can say you tried.

You were 30 minutes into the movie when Minho’s hand started caressing your thigh, slowly moving upward.

By the 40-minute mark, you were kissing, and by 50 minutes, things had heated up. You were straddling his lap, rocking your hips back and forth without a set rhythm, while his strong hands guided your movements, fingers sinking into your skin.

Right now, neither of you even realize the movie is still playing on the TV, too absorbed in each other.

Your boyfriend’s hands roam over your body for the second time, still unfamiliar with the warmth of your soft skin beneath his fingers.

His breath is hot on your neck. You moan softly, arching your back as he kisses you deeply.

His breathing grows heavier as he barely brushes the tips of his fingers along your inner thigh, inching dangerously close to your core, still covered by your underwear, that throbs in anticipation— only for him to pull away, denying you his touch.

He sits you on the bed, and you’re facing each other as his wet lips tease the delicate skin of your neck, occasionally sucking gently.

You’re so lost in the feel of his lips and the warmth of his breath on your skin that you don’t even notice his hands wandering along your back— until you hear the click of your bra being unhooked.

You immediately realize, your eyes flying open as you pull away from him. He pauses, confused, while your hands dart to cover the cups of your bra to keep it from slipping off. That’s when he realizes.

“I’m sorry,” he immediately apologizes, instinctively shifting slightly on the bed to put some distance between you. “I should’ve asked you first, I’m sorry.” His eyes avoid meeting yours.

You let out a silent, shaky breath and close your eyes for a moment.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You say in a quiet voice. Part of you wants to do everything to make him feel better; the other part… can’t. You can’t because you can’t take off your bra for him.

But when his eyes meet yours again and then he notices your hands so protectively covering your chest, his expression hardens a little.

Because you’re in an intimate situation together, a moment where you should demonstrate complete trust in each other, yet you don’t seem to trust him enough to fully show your body. And why is that?

He feels guilty for acting before asking, because it’s the second time for him too, and he wants to show you respect every second you’re together and make sure you enjoy everything you do, building a safe space for you. But at the same time, you don’t seem to feel safe with him right now, and that hurts him.

“You don’t want to take it off?” The words come out harsher than he intended.

It’s okay to want to see your girlfriend’s body, right?

“I think it’s sexier this way, you know?” You grin, tentatively pulling down the cups of your padded bra to reveal more skin. “See?” You give him a lustful look, but your gaze falters when you see that he’s not convinced by your words at all.

He tentatively moves closer to you, brushing his hands over your hips ever so gently, as if he’s afraid he might break you into a thousand pieces, his hands trembling slightly. “We can try something like that,” he promises, “But right now, I’d like to see you, to see your beautiful body fully. I want to touch every inch of skin I’m allowed to,” he breathes against your lips. His hands rest on your back near the straps of your bra, touching them gently with his fingers. “Can I?” he whispers, looking into your eyes.

You can’t resist that gaze. You sigh and look away.

“What’s wrong?” He pulls back, already having sensed that something’s off, “You can tell me.”

One thing Minho has learned from your relationship is that communication is key: something you’ve taught him and something you’ve worked on a lot, and it’s in moments like this that he realizes just how important that is.

You take a deep breath. “Can you fasten my bra?” you ask gently. You’d feel more comfortable if it was closed, instead of having to hold it with your hands.

He nods and moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around your chest to fasten it, leaning in slightly to get a better view of your back.

You avoid his gaze. “I’m afraid you won’t like them when you see them,” you admit softly, hoping he won’t hear. “I don’t want them to be a turn-off for you.” You say, embarrassed.

“Why would you say that?” he asks, incredulous. “Why would you think I wouldn’t like them?”

If he had something else to add, you don’t let him continue. You let out a frustrated sigh because he just doesn’t get it. “They’re small, Min,” you snap. “All you see is the padding from the bra. There’s nothing underneath.”

Yours is a warning, a question: “Are you really sure you want to see?”

And he’s truly shocked and confused. It’s not because he wants more from you or is unhappy with what you’ve shared— no; he simply didn’t expect it.

Maybe he stays still in his thoughts for a second too long, because your hurt voice snaps him back. “I can always keep the bra on, like I said.”

That’s how you felt with your ex after he complained about “not being able to touch or feel anything” and how “guys like boobs, you know? The bra makes them look bigger at least.”

Your eyes lift to your boyfriend when you hear him sigh in relief. “That’s why you didn’t want to take it off? You had me thinking the worst.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, “Don’t apologize.” He takes your hands in his in a comforting gesture, “Listen, I don’t care if your breasts are small, big, or even nonexistent— they’re not the only thing that matters,” he declares. “And that goes for any other part of your body. I don’t love you for your body, baby. I love your body because I love you,” he explains. “You never have to be afraid of showing yourself to me for who you are, no matter what. I love and will always love every part of you; never doubt that.”

Tears well up in your eyes, but you hold them back, not wanting to cry in this moment. He smiles at you with eyes full of affection, cupping your cheeks in his hands and tenderly stroking your cheekbones with his thumbs. You place your hands over his. “You mean that? Are you sure?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been.” He chuckles softly.

You nod. “Okay.”

When he kisses you again, it’s initially slow, and you melt into it. It’s so simple, so familiar, but at the same time new. Because this time, there’s that trust you didn’t think you were ready to give him.

And yet, here you are.

Reaching behind you, you unfasten your bra and sit up on your knees. He gently guides you onto his lap. “You do it.” You tell him, and he nods.

His fingers lightly trace your arm, moving up to softly grasp the straps, slowly sliding them down your shoulders.

There’s something so intimate about this —about you finally letting him see all of you, letting him undress you in a way that whispers your complete trust in him— that his cock almost twitches in his pants.

And it actually does twitch when he finally gets to see them. And fuck, he thinks he’s never been more in love with you than he is right now —or more turned on, for that matter.

He stares, admiring them for what feels like an eternity to you. Your cheeks burn as you feel his fingers inching closer. “Can I?” he whispers, his voice a quiet plea hiding a deep need and desperation to touch you.

A simple “yes” is all it takes, and his hands and lips are on you, caressing and kissing every inch of skin as if it’s the last time he’ll ever get to feel you. Yet, he remains gentle, slow, tender.

His tongue brushes your nipple once, and the moan that escapes you has his brain short-circuiting.

He pulls away from you and gently lays you down on the bed, looking at every part of you. Your hands itch with the need to cover yourself, but you keep them in place.

He looks at you with dreamy eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he says, lowering himself onto you and kissing your collarbone. “Stunning,” he kisses the skin just above your nipples. “Fuck, you turn me on so much, you have no idea.”

You place your hands on his muscular chest and slowly slide them down, grazing his nipples with your fingers and touching his abs, caressing the scar he’s so insecure about but that you find hot on his body, tracing his V-line before reaching the erection trapped in his boxers.

“I think I have an idea.” You chuckle, stroking him a couple of times before pulling your hand away.

“Let me show you, so you have more than just an idea, hmm?” His lips curl into a mischievous grin.

“And how would you do that? Tell me.” You tease him.

“Oh?” He’s surprised by your playfulness, but he’d be lying if he said his dick didn’t twitch at that. “I’ll fuck you so that you won’t be able to sit down without thinking about me for a while,” he whispers in your ear, his voice low and sensual. “I want to make you lose control on my dick; go so deep that all the bad thoughts leave your beautiful little head, take away all your worries; I want to make you cry.” Your pussy throbs with anticipation.

You weren’t expecting this. Fuck, he sounds like an expert.

“Do it,” you suddenly feel on the verge of begging. “Fuck me, Min.” Your sudden desperation is so embarrassing, but this is the least of your problems right now.

And he doesn’t need to be told twice. He pulls your panties off so quickly you fear they might’ve ripped from the hurried motion.

His lips are on yours, filled with desire. His fingers caress your pussy, then slide two fingers from your clit down to your entrance, where he teases you a little before inserting one finger. He moans into your mouth when he feels how already stretched you are.

“I fingered myself this afternoon,” you admit shyly, “I’m stretched enough for you. Come on, Min— put it in.” You beg.

Minho thinks he’s about to lose the last bit of control he has left. He desperately wants to ask you to explain in detail how you do it, what you think about while doing it, to show him; but right now, you’re both far too impatient.

‘Another time’, he thinks.

His cock slowly enters you, drawing a long, stifled moan from both of you, and Minho has to fight the urge to move to give you a little time to adjust to the intrusion. But you don’t need that.

“You can— you can move. I’m ready. Please.” You beg, your breath heavy, but he needs to check on you a bit more before actually starting to move.

His moans are perhaps louder than yours at first, his cock continuously twitching as it bottoms out completely, before thrusting back in quickly.

Your breathing is heavy. His thrusts aren’t too fast or hard; they feel more controlled, and you love it.

“D-does it feel good?” Minho asks, maybe a little shyly, and you smile and nod.

One of your hands reaches for his next to your head, and you wrap your fingers around his wrist. “Yes, feels good.” You sigh.

He seems relieved by your answer, and you find it so sweet. He has opened up to you before, telling you he didn’t want to disappoint you in bed, but you reassured him it wouldn’t happen. And right now, you’re more sure than ever of your words.

His hand intertwines with yours, which was softly gripping his wrist, and his hips begin to pick up speed.

His eyes are fixed lovingly on yours, and he doesn’t seem to have any intention of looking away. He wants to capture every single expression of pleasure on your face and etch them into his memory. You’re just so beautiful.

“Your body is like… anatomically perfect.” It takes him a few seconds to realize what he just said, and when he does, his hips freeze. His face flushes even redder, and he hides his face against your chest. Where did that even come from?

There’s a brief silence, making him want to pull away and run, but then you giggle softly and look at him with tenderness. “Thank you?” It comes out sounding more like a question.

You bring your free hand to the back of his head, threading your fingers through his hair and lifting his face before pulling it closer to yours, making your lips connect.

It’s sweet, as he kisses you shyly while your hand strokes his hair. This seems to make him feel better, because shortly after, his shyness fades, and his tongue enters your mouth, eager.

His hips start moving again, this time faster and needier.

His lips pull away from yours and begin kissing along your jaw, trailing down to your neck. You tilt your head to give him more room, and he takes a patch of skin into his mouth to suck. Small moans escape your lips and your pussy tightens around his dick, making him moan in return.

He glances at the mark he just left and smirks, giving it one last kiss that makes you hiss.

He then starts kissing your chest. He kisses the skin of your tits, deliberately avoiding your nipples, kissing and licking around them, brushing the spot where you want him the most. Your breath hitches every time he gets close to your buds.

“Min.” You breathe through your teeth, and finally, Minho decides to please you, wrapping his lips around your hard nipple. He sucks eagerly, moving his tongue back and forth quickly. He pulls his lips away, gives it a fat lick, and sucks on it for just a second.

You tighten your grip in his hair.

Minho gasps, “Wan’ to mark them.” He says, groans.

“Do it.” Your words draw a strangled moan from him. “D-do it, Min.”

That shatters the last bit of composure he had left. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder hard, drawing a little blood, and then moves to your breast.

He wraps his lips around a nipple, but this time, he bites down on the skin around it, leaving the mark of his teeth —his presence— and sucks on several patches of skin around it, leaving purple bruises that make you fucking cry out in pleasure.

You’ve never been touched in that part of your body this way, not even by yourself. Minho is the first to have the honor of touching you, feeling you in his hands and mouth, and it’s the thought of that that suddenly brings him very close to his climax.

Minho hides his face in the crook of your neck. “God, your pussy’s so tight ‘n wet.”

You feel his heavy, warm breath against your skin, his mind now focused solely on the sensation of your wet, welcoming cunt.

“Baby,” he calls you, his voice strained.

“Yes?” You breathe.

“I’m going to come.” It’s so cute, really, the way he says it— a sweet, trembling whisper. He’s a little embarrassed and sorry he can’t make you come first, but you’ve already reassured him that it’s okay.

“It’s okay, baby, go ahead.” Your eyes narrow, and you moan as his movements grow faster and harder inside you. You feel his gasps and moans directly in your ear, absorbing every sound.

When you feel his movements becoming sloppier, you know he’s seconds away from coming, so you clench around him on purpose, and he spills with a strangled groan.

It takes him a couple of minutes to recover, leaning on you while trying to steady his breath. You stroke his back and whisper words of praise in his ear until he finds the strength to lift himself back up.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“You didn’t come.” He explains.

“It’s okay, Min, really—” you don’t even have time to finish before he moves down, positioning his face above your heat, his hungry eyes locked on it before shifting back to you with the same intense gaze.

��My girl will come, whether it’s on my dick or my tongue.” He proceeds to give a long lick from your dripping entrance all the way to the tip of your core.

You hide your burning face behind your hands. “Min!” You scold him, embarrassed by his words now that they’re said outside the heat of the moment.

He chuckles softly as he spreads your legs wide with his hands.

Just a few minutes later, your hands grip his hair as you ride your high on his tongue, moaning without worrying about who might hear you.

After wiping his face clean of your juices and doing his best to clean you up with wet wipes, he climbs into bed to hold you, intertwining his legs with yours.

“How do you feel?” he asks, gently caressing your arm.

“Good,” you reply, content and satisfied.

“Sorry for the bites,” he says, apologetic, looking at the mark he left on your shoulder, where tiny drops of blood are visible. “I didn’t realize I was hurting you like that.” You can hear the pout in his voice.

“It’s okay, it didn’t hurt,” you giggle. “I actually liked it. I’m fine.” He nods, relieved by your words. “I’m just a little sleepy.” You murmur, your voice thick with drowsiness, feeling your eyes close despite your will.

Your boyfriend gets up so quickly that you immediately open your eyes again. “No, it’s not time to sleep yet.” He lifts you and sits you on the edge of the bed.

“Min, come on!” you protest, but he simply hands you a water bottle from the nightstand.

“You need to drink, pee, and then we have to shower.”

After you finish drinking, you close the bottle and fall back onto the bed. “Tomorrow!” You close your eyes in protest. But he scoops you up bridal style, making you open your eyes and cling to him as he carries you to the bathroom.

You huff and pout, but he chuckles and gives you a quick kiss on the lips before sitting you on the toilet.

“This is embarrassing.” You mutter as he turns on the hot water in the shower.

“It doesn’t have to be, my love,” he winks at you before stepping out, and you stick your tongue out at him once he can no longer see you. “I’m getting some ice for the bites. When I come back, I want to see you in the shower!”

And you just know that you already love him so much.

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