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kissenturine · 3 months ago

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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐒 satosugu x m!reader — 2.3k words, not proofread, minors do not interact

TO NOTE: 3some, reader deepthroats geto, ass eating (idk what this called lol), fingering, penetration lol, mentions of a toxic ex, gojo and geto might come off as kind of manipulative-ish (barely), orgasm denial (once)

KAI SAYS: hi again....

“Oh, darlin’, your ex finally dump you?”

“Yeah…”

“Ok, we’ll be there in a few, ‘kay? I’ll pass the phone to Suguru now.”

You sniffled, nodding your head absentmindedly despite the fact that you knew neither Gojo nor Geto could see the motion. It didn’t matter though. What did matter was that they cared. More than your ex — who just dumped you for some random chick — did.

“Hey,” you heard Geto’s voice on the other side of the phone. “I’m sorry. Me an’ Gojo’ll hit up the store to buy your favourite, we’ll be there in a bit.” You could hear Gojo in the background, complaining, and it made you giggle softly.

“Thanks,” you whispered, “don’t take too long though. I want to see you two.”

You could hear the shuffling on the other end as Gojo presumably snatched the phone from Geto. “Yeah, I bet you do,” He said almost jokingly. “We do wanna see you too though so we won’t keep you waiting for too long.”

“Promise?” You whispered softly.

“Promise,” Gojo responded.

You grinned for the first time in a while. Gojo and Geto — your best friends — you could always rely on them to cheer you up, somehow. They were everything you needed. Kind, funny, successful, handsome, they were everything, and they meant everything to you.

The three of you met in high school, and now the three of you are in college. Together. Your eyes were always drawn to whichever one of them you’d see in the halls passing by and you craved their attention whenever you were with them. And, a lot of the time, they gave you what you craved, constantly showering you with gifts and taking you out.

It was… amazing. Gojo and Geto were amazing.

Your ex managed to get between that, unfortunately. But, now that your ex was gone, you hoped they’d still treat you like they did before. With love, and laughter, and with tender and caring touches… You missed them, really.

You smiled softly, collapsing against the plush of your bed that was now dirtied with crumpled tissues from your crying. As you stared at the roof in thought, the familiar sound of the door unlocking and opening reached you. Gojo and Geto were the only ones you’d ever given keys to your apartment to, meaning it was them.

You sat up brightly, greeted by the slam of your bedroom door slamming open. Gojo stepped in first, smiling wide as ever, and then Geto followed soon after, his hair not even pulled up into his usual bun.

“You guys actually came…” You whispered, almost choking on unshed tears.

“I promised, didn’t I?” Gojo grinned at you, dropping the plastic bag filled with groceries by the door as he leapt onto the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“We couldn’t just leave you…” Geto added, moving to sit beside you. His hand found yours, intertwining your fingers together. He gave you a gentle smile and you felt your chest go warm.

“I… I really appreciate this,” You said softly, eyes slowly shifting between the two of them. “Y-You’re the only ones that didn’t leave,” You continued bitterly, still sad and angered about your ex.

“Oh darling,” Geto sighed, tilting you to lean against his chest with Gojo still pressed against yours. “We would never.”

Gojo nodded his head. “In fact, I — we are tired of pretending we don’t—” Geto’s curled fist met the top of Gojo’s head swiftly. Gojo winced. “Geto.” He whisper-yelled. “I thought we would—”

“I said we wouldn’t, remember?” Geto whisper-yelled back, though you were confused as to why they wouldn’t just speak to each other since you could hear them anyway.

Gojo groaned, an arm leaving your waist only to be thrown up in defeat. “What I was trying to say,” he glared at Geto, “was that we’re done lying that we don’t like you.” Gojo’s grip on you tightened and so did Geto’s hand on yours. “You keep datin’ all these shitty guys — no offence — but me and Geto think…” he looked over at Geto, “that we could treat you much better, doncha think?”

Geto nodded his head while you went into a state of… shock? You knew you felt something for the two, but you never considered yourself attracted to them like that. “I— I don’t know guys…” You whispered. “I do love you, but I don’t know if it’s like that.”

“Well then, there’s only one way to test that now,” Geto said, his lips pulling into a grin.

“And that is…?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“We—” Geto started.

“We fuck, of course!” Gojo interrupted, his grin even wider now.

Your jaw dropped. They wanted to fuck — have sex, of all things — to see if you liked them back. “W-Wha…?” You mumbled, at a loss for words. “Is that really what you— what we should do…?”

“Well…” Gojo drawled. “Maybeee we might just want to fuck you but—”

“Don’t say that!” Geto grumbled, smacking Gojo’s head again.

“Ow! Ow! Fine,” Gojo grumbled, finally relenting. “Look, ok, we really like you. Me and Geto — we've liked you for years, ok?”

Geto nodded. “We would never want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable or anything like that, so if you don’t want to, we don’t have to.” He smiled softly at you, bringing a hand to trace your cheek.

“I…” You said hesitantly. “I do think I feel something for the two of you, but god you guys, I’m scared. If I do like you back, what’s to say you won’t leave me like my ex did.”

Gojo heaved a sigh, pressing his face into your neck. “We would never,” He whispered softly.

“And if we did, you can just get Toji to beat our ass again,” Geto mumbled. You knew he hated Toji so to see that he was joking about the older man… Well, it had to mean something.

“Ok.” You said, steeling your nerves, and slightly surprised at yourself for how little convincing it took for Gojo and Geto to convince you. “Ok, let’s do this then, I guess.”

You could see Gojo pull off you with a wide grin. “Oh, you’re not regretting this, trust me.” And then you’re flipped over, lying on your belly with your face flat on the mattress. You felt your legs get lifted, your hands scrambling for purchase to find balance — and eventually landing on Geto’s thighs as you looked up at the black-haired man.

Eventually, Gojo positioned you with your knees bent and your ass up in the air while Geto just smiled down at you. “Ah, you’re so cute like this, you know?” He whispered in a soothing voice. His hand threaded through your hair before lifting your head by the strands and forcing your arms to prop yourself up for balance.

“He was always cute, Suguru,” Gojo said and you could hear the smirk in his voice. You felt his lithe fingers trace the edge of your shorts before yanking them down, an audible tear filling the room.

“Gojo!” You scolded, half embarrassed and half turned on. Your hands quickly darted back in a desperate attempt to save yourself some dignity because of course today was the day you decided to go commando — no boxers yay! — and of course, you somehow ended up with Gojo having a full view of your ass. “....Don’t look.” You muttered, hands covering your hole. You ended up face-first in Geto’s crotch after moving your arms out from under you and you could feel his boner against your cheek.

“Baby, I’m gonna be doing a lot more than just looking,“ Gojo grinned. He moved, his hands grabbing at yours and prying them away easily. You gave up on keeping some decency with a pathetic sound — which made Geto’s cock twitch against your face.

Gojo’s warm breath fanned over your ass and before you could even process it he was licking a wet stripe against your hole, forcing a muffled sound from your lips.

“Don’t do that,” Geto groaned softly and you looked up at him with wide, confused eyes. Do what??

“Fuck it…” He grumbled, his hand fishing through his pants to pull out his cock. You blinked. Ah shit, he was big. “Come on darling…” He murmured, his voice back to his sugary sweet and soft tone. “Suck, darling.” He requested. You watched in awe as he fisted himself a few times before tapping his leaky and flushed tip against your lips.

Hesitantly, you wrapped your lips around Geto’s tip, sucking softly. At the same time, Gojo’s tongue pushed past your rim, a finger of his following soon after. Shit. You moaned instantly around Geto’s shaft, your arms fumbling under you once more and you fell, forcing your throat to constrict around Geto’s whole length with your nose now pressed against his pubes.

“Fuck…” He whispered softly. “You’re really good at this…” His hand went through your hair as he slowly lifted your head, your tongue forced to drag along his underside, tracing a vein, before he abruptly thrust his hips up. Geto’s tip knocked against the back of your throat while Gojo’s finger curled right against your prostate, forcing a wet, muffled cry from your lips.

Your cock twitched pathetically, hanging uselessly between your legs and weeping copious amounts of pre all over the bed. “Please,” you tried to say.

Gojo curled his finger again and again, rhythmically thrusting his tongue in and out of your hole. Geto, on the other hand, just kept you in the same spot, lips wrapped around the base of his cock as you stared up at him pleadingly.

You needed more of it. More of anything. More of Geto fucking your mouth, more of Gojo’s tongue — it didn’t matter.

Gojo’s fingers continued to curl inside you, hitting your prostate over and over until you were practically seeing stars, eyes rolling back as Geto occasionally thrust up and into your mouth. Your hips rocked against Gojo’s tongue, desperately chasing your climax. You were close, so, so, so close.

And hell, Gojo could tell you were close. He sped up his ministrations, forcing your toes to curl and your body to twitch and shake. Wanton moans and cries left your lips — all muffled by Geto’s thick length.

You felt your tummy tighten as your hips pushed back — as far as possible — desperately chasing your orgasm. You were so close! And then, Gojo pulled away, his mouth pulling off and his fingers sliding out of your hole.

“Why?” You cried, almost delirious as Geto pulled your wet lips off his dick. “I- I was so close!”

“Tell us, then, if you want it so bad,” Geto whispered, his hand wiping the drool off your lips. “Do you love us?”

“I do!” You sobbed, leaning desperately into his hand. “I do, I do, I swear!”

“Promise?” Gojo questioned from behind you.

“I promise, I promise!”

“Good.” He didn’t even give you a second to breathe because in the next second his tip was lined up with your desperate hole and he was thrusting his dick into you. You sobbed in relief, only for half of it to get caught when Geto’s dick once again pushed into your mouth.

Gojo’s thrusts were brutal, the pace was much too fast and much too harsh but god you didn’t care because it felt so good when his tip knocked against that one spot inside you and when Geto’s shaft would stretch your lips so nice and wide when he started to match his pace with Gojo’s. Geto grabbed your hair, lifting your head for better access as his thrusts started to become faster and faster.

The only sound left in the room was your muffled cries and the wet sound of skin meeting skin in a desperate chase for relief. Your hands managed to land on Geto’s thighs, curling and scratching through the fabric of his pants.

“You close darling?” Geto grunted from above you, his hand curling even tighter in your hair, Yes, you were close again and you wanted to cum so badly it almost hurt.

Your eyes squeezed shut as your toes curled. You clenched around Gojo’s dick, your moans getting louder and hoarser around Geto’s. “F-Fuck…” Gojo stuttered and Geto groaned in front of you. “You’re fuckin’ good at this, you know right?”

You didn’t have the energy to respond, merely letting your back drop into an arch as your hand reached down to tug at your cock.

“Ah-ah-ah!” Gojo taunted, slapping your hand away. “No touching. You’re only gonna cum ‘cause of our cocks. Ain’t that right, Suguru?”

“Correct,” Geto grunted, thrusting his hips again and again. He stopped for a moment, before spitting right onto where your lips were wrapped around his shaft, a wide grin on his face as he started his pace again.

“Damn, you’re dirty, aren’t ya?” Gojo questioned. He spread your cheeks, following Geto’s example and spitting right on your hole where his dick disappeared into as he thrust quickly. That was the last straw for you.

With a muffled sob, your body twisted and shuddered as you came, shooting thick ropes all over the bed under you. Your body was still convulsing when Gojo and Geto came shortly after. Geto’s hand pushed you all the way down onto his dick, holding you in place as you felt his warm seed coat your mouth while Gojo thrust until he was buried to the hilt before he came, flooding your insides.

“That was good, wasn’t it?” Gojo cooed, pulling out slowly and settling beside you and Geto.

“I-It was…” You muttered, voice still hoarse.

“Good,” Geto whispered, helping you sit up between them.

You smiled almost bashfully, grinning at the two. “I do… love you guys, you know?” You said.

They both smiled at you, Geto kissing your right cheek and Gojo your left.

“We know.”

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minhosimthings · 1 year ago

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Prideful

Synopsis: You never thought that Lee Heeseung, the man who had proven you wrong in the subject you were best at, would be fucking you on the classroom floor, but here you were.

Pairings: Heeseung × fem!reader, sort of enemies hate sex, includes Sunoo from Enha, and Soojin

Warnings: Smut with plot in the beginning, MINORS DNI, fluffy in the beginning, mention of food, degradation, praise, fingering, oral (f receiving), sex on the floor, unprotected sex (not for you bubs), rough sex, overstimulation, swearing, Heeseung calls reader princess and doll, open ending my babies have fun with that

A/N: idea came into my brain and I thought I'd forget about it and just added it to my wip list but then I was like NOPE IMMA WRITE THIS SHIT. So this makes my third smut for Heeseung (idk why I'm writing only smut for him) enjoy it y'all

Jane Austen once wrote an entire fanfic about enemies to lovers, slow burn, and she thought no one would notice. Well almost no one. Nothing ever gets out of the eyes and pens of literature majors does it? Especially not out of hardcore Jane Austen fans like yourself.

You must have analysed that godforsaken piece of literature atleast a thousand times since you recieved it as a gift for your birthday. And every single time, you failed to understand how such a love could be possible. I mean come on, a man and woman who hate each other, falling in love with each other? Either Jane Austen must have been a reincarnation of Aphrodite, or a madwoman who still kept faith in love.

Your heart nearly exploded when your professor had assigned a full fledged essay-presentation, costing half your grade on Pride and Prejudice. "Explore your opinion!" She had called out cheerfully, "Tell me what your heart truly feels about this beautiful piece and I'll give you a full half grade and no assignments for the rest of the semester." The class gasped in excitement at her words as you pretended to be interested. Internally, you were groaning. Wasting half of your night to make a presentation about a book you hold no love for? The universe really was against you. You picked your books up dejectedly and walked towards the entrance, shoulders hunched and music at a higher level of noise than it should have been at.

"Oh shit!" You cursed, dropping your books at the sudden interruption. A flurry of blue wool flooded in your face, as you leaned down quickly to pick up your fallen books and phone. "I'm so sorry." You apologised not looking up at whoever you crashed into. "It's alright." A voice responded back, and you looked up to see him. Lee Heeseung. You had seen him a few times in class, heard him actually. With his pristine glasses, and his woolen sweaters, he was the definition of a movie nerd. He was actually smart, you had to admit, always quick to respond to the questions that you had no idea about. Best in the class after you, according to your professor. Although his choice of literature slightly weirded you out. You often spotted him sprawled out under a tree, holding Pride and Prejudice to his nose, deeply engrossed in taking in each word.

"Is that The Neighborhood you're listening to?" Heeseung asked, as he handed you your phone, which he had picked up before you had the chance to. "Do you have an ear for them?" You asked, taking the phone from him. His hands felt soft, like the first snow when you were eight. Heeseung shook his and chuckled. "I'm more of a Arctic Monkeys person." You smiled awkwardly and shuffled your feet. "To each his own then."

"Macbeth." Heeseung said, before you could escape from the conversation. "I'm sorry?" You questioned, confused at his sudden outburst. "That line's from Macbeth." Heeseung sent another smile your way, pushing his glasses up from his nose, "Polonius says it, 'To each his own'." You felt a pang of jealousy hit your chest. You didn't know where that line was from. Of course, what normal person would know the origin of a common idiom?

"Cool." Your laugh was not without a tint of awkwardness. "Well-" Heeseung shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "Bye then." "Bye." You bid each other goodbye and rushed off in opposite directions, not wanting to be stuck in another neverending loop of conversation.

"Don't tell me you actually talked with The Lee Heeseung." Your roommate Soojin laughed, accidentally smearing some turquoise nail polish onto your thigh. You quickly wiped it off with a tissue before frowning at Soojin. "It's not a big deal." You scoffed, having another slice of pizza, "I mean he's just a guy. Kinda nerdy actually"

Soojin burst out laughing again, this time shutting her nail polish close. She gasped for air as she pulled out her phone and showed you a picture of a what looked like a frat party. "Girl-" she got up from her leaning position, "Nerdy is the worst way to describe Lee Heeseung. I'm telling you-" she picked up the last slice of pizza, "-he's the playboy representative of this college."

"Oh come on." You scoffed again, getting up to go to the bathroom, "Stop joking around." Soojin shrugged her shoulders as you disappeared into the bathroom. "Whatever you say."

The next day, you strolled into your favourite cafe with your laptop, headphones, a copy of Pride and Prejudice, money in your pocket, a sketchbook, and a positive mindset. Always need one to write an essay right? You were thankful that it wasn't raining today like it had been for the past few weeks.

The cafe was mostly empty, with a few medical students drinking coffee to their death, as they always did. You walked up to the counter, where you saw your friend Sunoo, working his shift.

"Y/N hey!" He flashed his bright smile at you, putting down the glass he had been cleaning. "Hey sun." You clapped back, leaning in front of the counter, "The usual please." Sunoo nodded his head and started to prepare your drink. "So I've heard something." He put on his mischievous smile, one that he often wore when he had gossip on his fingers. "Please tell me it's not about that girl from Chem again." You sighed, as he put a coffee cup down in front of you. "No it's about you dumbass." Sunoo scoffed, taking the money you handed him, "I heard you bumped into Lee Heeseung." You let out a groan at his words, and quickly grabbed your drink, going off to sit in the corner. "Yah take your change!" Sunoo shouted after you to which you shouted back, "Keep it! Your broke ass needs it anyway!"

You didn't get the chance to see Sunoo giving you the stink eye, as you plopped down on the comfortable couch and opened up your laptop. You had prepared a few opening lines the night before, since you had learnt that doing half of an assignment on the day of the announcement is better than starting the next day. Whoever wrote that theory needs to clarify it to you, but hey never pass up a good study tip right?

Immersed by the clacking of the keyboard keys and the pretty syllables decorating your page, you were completely absent from the world around you. Until, you heard a familiar voice, which broke you out of your hypoxia.

Heeseung.

What was he doing here?, You thought, not realising that you were basically staring at him. He was dressed in full black today, a leather jacket adorning his broad shoulders. A single earing dangled from his right ear. He still had his glasses on, which were fogged up completely, courtesy to the weather outside. Chatting away sonderly to Sunoo, as Sunoo prepared his drink in a way familiar to you, Heeseung caught your eye. He waved joyfully to you, akin to a child waving to their best friend. You waved back, not aware of the face you were currently making.

"Hey!" Heeseung said, sitting down in the chair next to you, with his drink in hand, "Working up on the Pride and Prejudice thing?" There were atleast a million other seats empty in the cafe. Why did he have to sit next to you? You didn't really realise how handsome he was, until he was sitting face to face with you. The mere sunlight coming in from the windows seemed to illuminate his face well. "Oh yeah I am." You replied, shooting him a smile, "Same thing?" You asked, wanting to keep the conversation going. Heeseung smiled jovially at you and propped his laptop open. "Yep." He replied and glued his eyes to the screen as you went back to your own work. "The Neighborhood again?" He raised an eyebrow, peeking at your open Spotify. You smiled gently and replied, "Arctic Monkeys?" As if ticking a correct answer, Heeseung laughed and showed you his phone where 'Arabella' was playing. A pretty album cover, you thought, subtle and sleek. "To each his own then?" Heeseung said. You nodded and smiled in response, before dropping your head back down to your laptop.

An hour must have passed like this, both of you hypnotised in writing and editing, and downing the refills of coffee Sunoo was providing you with. You stole tiny glances at Heeseung from time to time. Concentration was a good face on him, his eyebrows furrowed, his hands typing away furiously at the keyboard. He didn't talk to you at all, except for the initial hey and hello. But something about the way he spoke to you in the beginning, about the way he asked if you had a pen, and about the way he said 'Hey you have an eyelash on your nose' made your stomach erupt into butterflies.

Heeseung left before you did and before leaving he had extended a hand out to you. "May the best essay win." He spoke, shaking your hand and showing you his smile. God he never stopped smiling did he? His hand was soft, as was his grip on yours. It felt like how your father would hold your hand when you were little on the crosswalk.

"Girl just ask him out." Sunoo called after you as you were about to leave, "The tension between both of you back there was almost poetic." Even though you laughed at Sunoo's quip, and denied the offer, a part of your mind lingered on Sunoo's words and the way Heeseung spoke to you that afternoon.

The days leading upto the hour of the presentation went fast. Too fast almost. Your mind went over your short conversation with Heeseung atleast a million times, sometimes distracting you from typing. You didn't know where all the red bull cans littered across your room came from, but you remember where you threw every single one of them and why. The presentation was perfect. It must have been checked by your eyes atleast a hundred times. Finally, a time was coming when you would be able to express your true feeling about it. Despise and Trouble ran through your veins as you walked up to the board as your professor called on you to present. The class seemed to hold a tight breath to themselves. Everyone knew you, teacher's pet, best at English, known for using the most difficult metaphores in her essays yet having a straightforward point.

"Shall I begin?" You asked your professor who gave a curt nod and leaned back in her chair, an expectant smile plastered on her face. You returned the smile and turned to your classmates, who seemed most interested in your essay.

"Well to begin with, as one does-" humor was always the best way to start off speeches, which was shown by the subtle laughter of the students, "-I would like to say that Pride and Prejudice may be one of the most despised books I have sitting in my bookcase." You heard gasps around the room as everyone started murmerring. Your professor leaned forward in her chair, her mouth pressed tightly to form a thin line. That's good, you thought, a good way to break into their corneas.

"While most people would disagree with me upon this apparent piece of art, I truly believe that this sort of a romance is highly impossible. And no-dont tell me that this is fiction and in the fictious worlds you can quote unquote 'do whatever you want'." The audience held their breaths back as you continued with your rant. Your professor was watching it all with a smile on her face, knowing that she couldn't disagree with you. After all, you had to present your own opinions no matter how opposite they were to everyone else's.

"Well-" you professor stood up from her chair, as you finished your presentation. It had been a 25 minute rant about the book and by now everyone seemed to be meekly looking at their own essays. "That was brilliant Y/N. Truly brilliant." You professor clapped you on the back, "I must say, you have a flair for arguing in a way no one can find counter-attacks. I wonder why you did not choose law as your major?"

"Because there is another argument to be discussed here."

A cold voice rang through the room, as you were about to laugh at the professor's quip. You spun around on your shoes to face the culprit.

Lee Heeseung.

"Heeseung!" Your professor delightfully responded clapping her hands together, "Well why don't you tell us your opinion then? And we'll see if Y/N can fire back." She sat in her chair again, looking positively delighted at the forthcoming, "A battle of the best wits perhaps!"

Heeseung smiled widely and stepped forward to where you were sitting, plopping down on the opposite chair. Your professor had always kept two chairs facing each other in front of her class, for debates, her reason sounded. And now, as you sat in front of Heeseung and his stupidly handsome smirk, you swore you were going to bring him down.

"First of firsts-" Heeseung began, as everyone's attention caught on you. "-your opinion is speaking from a highly biased perspective." "How so?" You fired back, before he could even breathe, "I had already stated in the beginning, about how this cannot be on a biased perspective, since fiction based in actual words cannot be this animated." Heeseung smiled again, which threw you off track a bit. God he's handsome, you thought, too handsome....

"Of course but must I remind you, that this book was perhaps the first out of many to start with the trope of enemies to lovers?" Why were his eyes like galaxies?, "Jane Austen invented an entire trope, which still remains a genius scan of literature to this day. How could you say it's too animated?"

"Yes but-"

"Furthermore-" Heeseung continued, not giving you the chance to breathe, "inventing new tropes does not break this 'law of literature' as you say. Since there was no law of literature to begin with. So please Miss Y/N-" he leaned forward, looking at you with dangerous eyes, "-don't you dare say that Pride and Prejudice is a worthless piece of literature just because it does not have proof of poetry."

The class let out a breath as you sat frozen in your seat. Someone actually breaking your argument was a first for you.

God, his hair. His pretty curly hair.

You didn't realise how long you'd been staring at Heeseung with widened eyes until your professor clapped her hands together again.

"Well then!" She said cheerfully, effectively breaking you out of your stupor, "I believe this goes for grading both of you an A+. Half of your grade is filled you two! Congratulations!" The class broke out into applause as you thanked her and awkwardly shook hands with Heeseung as the bell rang loudly. "Well class I'll be seeing you next time!" Your professor announced, as everyone started filing out. "Oh Y/N, Heeseung a moment please?"

You stopped your feet from stepping out the door and immediately spun around, marching off towards your professor, seeing Heeseung doing the same. "Yes Professor Kim?" Heeseung responded with those stupid puppy eyes of his before you could. Professor Kim smiled gently at both of you, before pulling out her tablet.

"I need a bit of help from both of you. It'll be sort of a favour to you too." She handed you the tablet, which had a sort of letter open on it. Heeseung leaned from behind you, and put his chin on your shoulder, making your stomach feel clammy. He smelled good too, you thought, like fresh paper.

"An event is being hosted by our Dean for all majors." Professor Kim smiled, "Sort of a career booster you could say. We were instructed to pick two students from our classes to have the assignment of checking essays, and documentations and whatnot pertaining to their majors."

"And you chose to pick us Ma'am? I'm flattered." Heeseung chuckled, as Professor Kim laughed to his quip. "Well you two are my best students." She drawled, "So the assignment I'm giving you is-" she pulled out a huge stack of papers from beneath her desk. It shocked you how quickly they appeared out of nowhere, like magic. "-these are all essays collected by last year's class. I want you to go through them, give them a good critic, and grade them according to you. You will personally grade each one, taking each other's help of course,since it's a group project. And it will lend you a helping hand since you'll be getting a certificate which you can use to get into any company you'd like!"

You and Heeseung glanced at each other and we're relieved to see the same excited expression face back at them. This was a rare opportunity, a diamond of the first water you'd say. And you had to grab it, even If that meant it was with a person you despised with your entire being.

"I'll do it Professor!" You replied positively to which Heeseung also nodded frantically as if to say the same thing. "Great!" Professor Kim clapped her hands together again, "Oh and one rule is you two have to work together in this classroom. Since the Dean wants to provide you with an opportunity to see how workplace relationships doon out."

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard her words. You, working with Heeseung in an empty classroom? You would rather have praised Pride and Prejudice.

"Here, the keys." Professor Kim handed you and Heeseung a pair of keys, "You can work in the evening if you want. But make sure to complete it as soon as you can alright? Oh and you can skip classes if you want to do this first, since the Dean is prioritising this before anything else." You nodded in response to her instructions and bowed her goodbye as you and Heeseung walked out.

"So-" Heeseung stuffed his hands in his pockets, "You wanna work on this shit tonight?" "Unless you have any other appointments, sure we can work on it tonight." You responded, coldly, not looking at him in the eye. "Alright then." Heeseung scoffed, "Meet you here at 8?" "Alright." The end of your conversation came a little too fast, you thought, but you couldn't stand looking into his pretty little eyes and talking to him, as if he didn't just embarrass you infront of your entire class a few minutes ago. "Y/N wait!" Heeseung called, running up to you, as you were about to exit the building. "What?" You spun around to face him. "Shouldn't we exchange numbers first?" Heeseung handed you his phone, which had his contact list open. "Why? So you can take me out on a date later?" You shot at him. A smirk tugged on the corner of Heeseung lips, but he resisted, not wanting to anger you more. You looked cute when you were angry in his opinion. "No. Maybe incase you were murdered by someone on the way here, I can call you and scold you on why tardiness is a childish thing to do." Heeseung joked. You smiled sarcastically at him as you handed him his phone back, having typed in your number. "Eight o'clock princess don't you forget now."

Tick tock tick. The clock's quiet sons echoed through the empty class. 'Don't forget.' you scoffed, 'And he's the one who's late.' The time on your watch sounded 8:30 and yet Heeseung wasn't here. You had given up waiting for him, and started on the assignment yourself, already finishing two of the army of papers. You were a hard critic, and it clearly showed in the way you were seeping your eyes through the ink.

"Soojin he's late! I can't come back now!" Your roommate had called you, in the midst of your third paper, complaining about a cockroach in the room. "Just call your boyfriend, and don't be such a pussy it won't hurt you." You scoffed at Soojin, whose scared whimpers were heard clearly through the phone.

"How's the checking going?" Soojin asked, having seemingly calmed down. You groaned and leaned back in your chair, wincing at the crack of your backbone. Your back must have become stiff from the amount of time you had been sitting in that chair. You felt pity for your professors for the first time, having finally been in their shoes.

"Heeseung's not here yet and I'm literally so fed up right now." You complained to Soojin, "That handsome bastard told me not to be late, and now look where I am! Asshole seriously." "He'll turn up, cool down Y/N." Soojin soothed you. You heard a sound of crashing in the background and stifled a laugh, assuming that Soojin must have miraculously jumped from one bed to the other. "I told you he's a playboy." Soojin panted through the phone, "Maybe he's busy fucking some poor girl in his frat house." You rolled your eyes at her statement.

"Please." You scoffed, "He couldn't fuck a girl if he wanted to, with the tiny ass cock he has." Soojin let out a raucous laugh from the other side of the phone. "How the fuck do you know he has a tiny cock?" She chuckled. "Intuition baby." You responded, "And my intuition is never wrong."

"Like how it was on the day of our debate?"

A familiar voice again. But this time, the warmth in it wasn't present. You whipped your head around to the door, where Heeseung stood, leaning against the door and smirking. "Soojin I'll call you back." You cut the call, before Soojin could respond.

"Hey." You called out to Heeseung. "Hey." Heeseung shot back, sitting down on the chair in front of you, spreading his legs wide. An involuntary gulp went through your throat. "What were you saying princess?" He leaned forward, his shirt dropping down slightly, "I have a tiny what now?" The dim lighting of the room, made his eyes look dark, and the leather of his black jacket, gleam more. "I- I wasn't saying anything Heeseung." You responded, turning your chair back to the desk, warmth coming up on your cheeks. Heeseung cocked his head to the side and smirked at your flustered state.

"Really princess?" He smirked, edging closer to you. The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils again. His glasses dropped on his nose, and he hadn't even bother to push them back up. "Heeseung just get to work." You sternly responded, trying to keep your cool. How could you though? When he was so close to you, lips almost touching your ear. "For you information-" Heeseung spoke, turning your attention away from the paper you were working on, "-I had a friend who needed a lift to his dorm, so I ran a little late. But you couldn't wait for me could you princess?" He smirked, laying his hand on top of yours, "Just couldn't wait to critique all those papers like the good girl you are." "He-Heeseung." "Shh don't." Heeseung shushed you, "You want to see how tiny of a cock I really have then hmm?"

"Heeseung we shouldn't." You hesitated, feeling your legs warm up. "No one's gonna know, as long as you don't make a noise alright?" He kissed your neck gently, turning your figure to his, still sitting in the chair. "Oh princess, already wet for me?" He chuckled, toying with the button of your shirt. "Heeseung-" you moaned out, quickly unbuttoning your shirt, as Heeseung took off his jacket and threw it on the desk. You pulled back slightly as your mind came to its proper senses. "Where are you going doll?" Heeseung questioned, hands resting on your thigh, squeezing it from time to time, "Don't worry princess, no one's gonna know."

Heeseung brings his lips down to yours in an instant, wasting no time. You gasp at his sudden actions and he takes advantage of that by entering his tongue into your mouth. You grab at his shoulders while he cups your jaw with both of his hands. Your hands reach his hair, softly tugging at the root and you hear him whine. Heeseung sucks on your bottom lip, catching it between his teeth and pulling it back to look at you. You look up at him and he takes your face in his hands.

“You wanna see my cock baby?” Heeseung asks in a teasing tone as he looks down at you. You could feel the throb in his pants press against your legs as you whimper. “Hee please.” You whine, squirming as he places a kiss between your breasts. Heeseung runs his hands up and down the sides of your body. If he was going to fuck you on the classroom floor right there and then, you were going to let him.

“Oh, you're feeling extra polite today huh? Please, Heeseung.” Heeseung mocks you with a tiny laugh. You groan in embarrassment and hide your face with your hands. Heeseung just lets out another laugh and wraps his hands around your wrists, prying them away from your face. He transfers both of your wrists to one hand, holding them over your head as he uses his other hand to trail his fingers down your body.

“Don’t hide your pretty face now, princess.” Heeseung says nonchalantly as he dips a hand inside your leggings and panties to feel your dripping cunt. His glasses were beginning to fog up slightly as he whipped them off of his face, setting them down on the desk. You clench around nothing when you feel his middle finger dip into your wetness and bring it up to your clit, rubbing slow circles around it. You moan softly as Heeseung teases your clit, never taking his eyes off of your face.

Heeseung begins to rub your clit faster, and you buck your hips up into his fingers. You hear him laugh at your eagerness and he presses soft kisses into your neck. Heeseung takes his fingers off of your clit and he snaps the waistband of your trousers against your pelvis.

“Dirty girl. Never thought you'd be like this.” Heeseung says with a smirk and you dumbly nod your head. The sounds of your heavy breathing and your pussy squelching around his fingers make your legs begin to shake.

Heeseung spits on your cunt to lubricate it even more, and that's what makes you come undone. Your cunt clenches around his fingers, sucking them in as he fingers you through your orgasm.

Heeseung takes his time kissing down your body, letting your need and desperation build by the second. He tugs one nipple and then the other into his mouth, suckling at the perky nubs and massaging your areola between his lips. Your hips are trembling with anticipation, the space between your legs aching to feel Heeseung's kiss.

Stars hover over you, or at least, that’s how it feels. Your eyes are closed, awareness cut off to the world around you except the place Heeseung's face is buried. He devours your cunt like a man starved, swallowing you whole. Heeseung doesn’t come up for air; he doesn’t need to, because all he breathes is you. Your back is arched and arms stretched forward, fingers clutching Heeseung’s hair in fistfuls.

Your thighs are shaking, reflexively clamping around Heeseung's’s face. He keeps forcing them open, demanding full access to your cunt, even as you buck and claw and convulse. Your mouth hangs open in a stupor; a thin line of drool trickles down your cheek and connects to the cold floor beneath you.

Heeseung laps at your slit like he’s never tasted you before, like he never will again. His tongue pads between your lips, upward strokes that end with the tip of his tongue flicking your clit with a firm intensity that has you reeling. Tugging at his hair, trying not to scream his name incoherently, you ride out the longest orgasm you’ve ever had. Tears burn the corners of your eyes, stars bursting in the black sky of your vision. Heeseung doesn’t stop licking your cunt till you release his hair.

“M’gonna fuck you now, okay?” Heeseung says sweetly and you nod your head. He runs his hard cock through your folds, and he catches your clit, making you jerk a little. Heeseung slowly begins to push himself into you and you throw your head back against the hard material of the desk.

“Fuck, knew you’d be tight when I felt you around my fingers.” Heeseung grits out, and he continues to push himself into you until he bottoms out. He starts to move at a slow pace, and he whines when you beg him to move faster. “Fucking whore. Bet you think about me fucking you in class don't you?” Heeseung spits out as he pushes himself harder and deeper into your sloppy cunt. You moan at his words, and you try to reply but all that comes out is a pathetic whimper.

“Hee, I’m gonna cum.” You cry out, and you clench around Heeseung's fat cock.

“ Cum for me princess.” Heeseung. moans out, fucking into you so deep, a ring of your cum and his has formed at the base of his cock. You run your fingers through his hair, harshly tugging on it as you come undone at his expense. Heeseung buries his face into your neck as he cums, sucking at your pulse point. You feel his cum shoot into you and it only prolongs your own orgasm.

After a couple minutes of you two catching your breath, Heeseung takes his face out of your neck and plops down in the chair, pulling you onto his lap. You sit there, dazed for a few seconds, burrowing your head in his chest, his heartbeat reminding you where you were.

"Well that was a whirlwind of emotions." He says at last, when you start to stir from your hypnosis, "You good doll?" You nod slightly and feel Heeseung's arms wrap around you, putting you safely down on the chair, as he put his clothes back on, slowly picking up yours as well.

"Heeseung the assignments." You panic, as he puts your shirt back on you. "It's alright princess." He coos at you, wrapping an arm around your waist, "We can do that in the morning. Let's get you home." He guides you slowly out the door. "So-" he smirks, locking the classroom with his key "Same time, same place tomorrow?"

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LIMERENCE PT 2 [tasm!peter parker x reader]

pairings: tasm!peter parker x reader

part 1

warning(s): dub/non consensual (reader is drunk and drunk people cannot give consent), terribly written smut (i'm a virgin i'm sorry, I have no idea what goes on actually in the bed), oral (fem receiving), drinking, drunk reader, overstimulation, everyone is 18+ here lemme know if I missed any. MINORS DO NOT READ

If you don't want to see my dark stories in the future please block the tag #madi: dark content

A/n: I'm sorry this took a whole ass while, it's probs 90% story and 10% smut. Like it's probs shit, the smut's the reason why I couldn't finish this sooner because I had no idea where it was going. Also tried to write 2012 slang, idk if it even sounds right. don't steal any of the shit I've written or else I'm going to turn you into Victoria Heyes from terrifier ❤️🫶/srs

summary: For Peter Parker, the deepest secret is not being Spider-Man. It's that he likes you, no he loves you, wants you in any imaginable way possible. After years of quietly admiring you from a distance, everything changes after a biology project that partners you two together. Peter sees a glimpse of chance to get nearer to you, but the line of affection and obsession begins to blur

Peter shuffled in his sleep. Tossing and turning. Sleep never found him, how could it? He did something so unforgivable. Having an obsession with someone who barely acknowledges your existence is one thing, but sneaking into her house, completely crossing every single line, and then jerking off to the scent of your panties while imagining you on top of him, riding him as you creamed his cock with your cum.

The air felt heavy and there was an almost stifling silence in his small bedroom, while his mind worked in the manner of a broken machine, looping thoughts.

Every single thing about you — your laugh, the spark in your eyes when you spoke of something you loved, the way you uttered his name — his mind kept replaying like a broken record. Each one felt as fresh as if it had just taken place a moment ago, and each one pulled at something deep within his chest.

He had spent years arguing with himself about what he was doing. He told himself that viewing you from a distance was merely innocent fascination, a little crush. But that had been a lie. What he had done the night before, sneaking into your room was not a mistake; it was a deliberate decision.

Peter was filled with doubts, a regular person would call him lovesick, a creep even. Is she really worth it? Peter admits something he'd been avoiding for a while.

He wanted you.

Not as a classmate. Not as a partner for a stupid project. He wanted you in a way that was raw and desperate and consuming. Oh, he wanted you to look at him the way you look at the rest of the world with trust, with affection, with the same ease that made you laugh at his dumb jokes.

The realization hit him hard. The weight of it sank into his chest like a boulder, but there was a rush of something else too-something darker, more intoxicating.

Peter sat up abruptly, there's only one way or another, heart hammering as he snatched up his phone. Tapping out a quick message, he did so with trembling hands.

"Hey, u free 2nite? Was thinkin maybe we could finish the proj & grab dinner after. My treat. :)"

He stared at the screen, his thumb hovered over the send button. The fear crept back in, whispering in the back of his mind. What if she thought he was crazy? What if she rejected me outright? What if everything he'd built up in his head came crashing down?

Many thoughts crowded his mind, neither of them was good

As he stared at the text, his finger quivered. His stomach tightening in knots. The reply was already forming in his mind—would you say yes? Or perhaps he was weird for asking, for suggesting anything other than school?

But what if he didn't ask? What if he kept on pretending that this crush wasn't eating him up from the inside?

I've got to do this; he tried to steady his breath. This would never come again.

Deep breath and then Peter clicked "send."

Time seemed to stretch into eternity. His mind was racing, spinning out into the worst-case scenarios. You could just say no or even laugh it off and tell him it wasn't a good idea. It's a biology project, after all. That's what it was supposed to be—right?

That crumbled page of biology scraps lay on his desk as evidence of the project you both were working on. It was supposed to be a simple collaboration, probably will last for a few weeks if he was lucky, and then he'd just go back to being invisible to you.

But he didn't want to go back to being invisible.

He sat there at the edge of the bed, hunched over in an awkward position, his elbows rested on the stretched knees, and he stared his phone, convinced that at any moment it would leave his grip. He had typed the message, the own words glowing brighter as he waited.

He had redone it like at least a dozen times, but all versions felt way too casual to too formal. His current message was just right; friendly, innocent enough but still an invite.

What if you think it is strange? What if you don't even reply at all?

He shook his head to stabilize his breathing. It's alright, he told himself. His not asking for something crazy. It's only a dinner.

But it wasn't just a dinner. It was the convergence of years of quiet yearning, stolen glances, and missed opportunities. This was the first real step toward something more, if only he could find the courage to take it.

He shunned his phone flat on the bed thinking that might ease the tension in his chest, but it didn't. His heart raced as seconds ticked by on the clock, each second feeling like an eternally long wait.

What if you didn't reply?

What if you did?

His thoughts were interrupted abruptly as his phone buzzed.

He grabbed it with trembling hands.

"Sure! I'm totally in. Where r we meeting? 7?"

He read the message over and over again: You're saying yes. Relief was an actual weight that was just lifted as disbelief flooded him as he blinked at the screen, rereading the message to make sure it hadn't been imagined.

For a moment, he allowed himself to smile, but it quickly disappeared. Now that he got the answer, a different kind of panic struck.

What happens next?

"Yea 7’s cool, I’ll pick u up @ ur place"

He looked up at the clock-6:30. In thirty minutes, he needed to get ready. Thirty minutes within which he needed to figure out how not to screw this one up completely.

Peter fell out of his chair and quickly rifled through his closet for something fresh and unique that didn't look like it had just been thrown on five minutes ago. His room was strung out in a mess of hoodies and T-shirts that didn't do any good as he tried on piece after piece-each feeling wrong.

"Relax," he murmured at himself while gazing at his reflection in the mirror. Hi hair looked like he just crawled out from under the bed, his face was red, and no matter how many adjustments he attempted on the clothes, he still looked like the awkward kid he'd always been.

Peter raced around his pod-sized room in search of a shirt that didn't scream "high school loser." The bed was a battlefield littered with crumpled hoodies, a checkered flannel, even his Midtown Science Academy T-shirt.

"Peter?" Aunt May's curious sounding voice called out from the hallway.

"Yeah?" he shouted back while looking through his closet and listening.

"Why does it sound like a tornado hit your room? Are you okay in there?"

Peter groaned and threw another hoodie onto the pile he was amassing on the bed. "I'm fine!"

The creaky door slammed open a moment later, and Aunt May peeked her head in. Her sharp eyes traveled the disaster area that was his room, from the piles of clothes, and even down to the one sneaker he was wearing.

"Uh-huh. Fine." She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. "What's all this about? A wardrobe crisis?"

He sighed at her and rubbed the back of his neck. "Nothing serious, okay? I just… I'm going out."

May raised an eyebrow as her lips twitched as if trying hard not to smile. "Going out? As in… on a date?"

"What? No!" Peter's voice shot up as he spun around, waving his hands. "It's not a date! It's just dinner. For a project. With a friend."

By now, she wasn't even trying to hide her grin. "A 'friend,' huh? Is this the same 'friend' you've been talking about nonstop since this biology project started?"

"I don't talk about her nonstop!" protested Peter, turning into a shade of tomato. "Oh, you definitely do," Uncle Ben countered from outside the hallway and into the room, sporting the knowing smirk of someone who has heard too much. "Half the time, it's, 'Oh, she's so smart,' and the other half is, 'She's so good at this lab thing.'" He said with a dreamy tone

"Okay, okay, so I get it!" he groaned while burying his face in his hands. "Can we not do this now?"

Ben laughed and slapped Peter on the shoulder. “Relax, kid. We are just teasing, and you've got this.”

May walked into the room and picked up one of the forgotten shirts from the bed. Holding it up, she said, "What is wrong with this? Nice but casual, not slobby."

Peter squinted at it. "It's too—I don't know; plain?"

"Plain is better than looking as if you are trying too hard," she said, tossing it to him.

Uncle Ben nodded sagely. "It's right." "You don't want to go full tuxedo on a first—uh, not a date," he added quickly, holding up his hands when Peter glared at him.

Peter huffed but pulled the shirt over his head anyway. "You two are the worst," he muttered, though his tone lacked any real bite.

May smiled and reached out, smoothing the collar of his shirt. "We are not the worst. We are just proud of you. It's good to see you putting yourself out there."

"I'm not—," Peter began, but Ben cut him off.

"You are," Ben said firmly. "That's a good thing. Just be yourself, Pete. If she's as great as you say she is, she'll see what we see, a smart, kind, slightly awkward but very lovable kid."

Peter's face burned. "Yea, you really know how to give a pep talk."

"Hey, it worked, didn't it?" Ben fired back with a grin.

May handed Peter his second sneaker. "Here. Don't forget this, unless you're planning to really impress her with your one-shoe look."

Peter rolled his eyes but could not quite hide the grin that crept onto his lips. "Thanks, Aunt May."

So Ben called after him as he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. "And remember, kid—Italian places usually give you breadsticks first. Don't fill up before the main course!"

Peter groaned loudly. "I'm going now! Bye!"

He was there, at your door, heart pounding heavily, as if wanting to burst out from the body. He lingered for a while, staring at the doorbell.

What if this is a mistake?

But before you could think otherwise, the button pressed his finger.

And then echoed the sound of the bell from inside, and Peter felt that the earth would open up and swallow him whole in an instance. He heard footsteps, and then the door opened.

There you were.

"Hey, Peter!" you said, smiling that effortless way that made his breath catch in his throat, stepping aside and gesturing for him to come in. "You're right on time, I just need a minute to grab my bag."

Peter managed a small smile and stepped in, wiping his sweaty palms against his jeans. "Yeah, of course. Take all the time you need."

You disappeared into another room, leaving Peter hanging awkwardly at your door, his eyes darting about. It was a very warm and inviting house, in harmony with the kind of person you were. The faint hum of a television in another room was muffled, someone talking, and he could hear that easily.

Your presence returned with your bag slung around your shoulder and you ignited the nerves again in Peter.

“So,” you said, smiling at him, “where to?”

Peter hesitated just a beat too long, his mind scrambling to come up with an answer. "Uh, I was thinking Italian? That okay with you?"

"Italian sounds great," you said easily as your smile widened.

Peter's heart raced as you stepped out the door, walking beside him toward the small restaurant a few blocks away. The night air was crisp, and for the first few minutes, he was too caught up in his own head to say much. But then you started talking, asking him about his day, about the project, and the sound of your voice eased some of his tension.

You made him feel like he belonged, even without having a word to say.

When the restaurant came in sight, Peter turned to you. Nerves still there but mixed with something else: a quiet and hopeful excitement.

Maybe just maybe, tonight will be the beginning of something real.

The walk to the restaurant was such a nerve-racking experience. Each step Peter Parker took beside you felt like a step closer to something he wasn't ready (or was actually hoping for). His hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, fingers curling and uncurling, while trying to keep steady pacing alongside you.

But you appeared to be at full ease. You talked about the cool evening, how the trees' leaves were beginning to rustle with the cold wind blowing, and even the faint smell of roasting chestnuts from a street vendor a few blocks away. Peter heard everything, nodded, and punctuated things now and then with the occasional "Yeah" or "Totally," but as for his thoughts, they were running wild within him.

This is well. This is the standard. This is alright, He didn't over hypothesize for the hundredth time.

As much as there was relief in now having something solid to focus on, Peter was panicked that it all became real at that moment.

He opened the door for you, his hand trembling slightly as he held it.

"Thanks," you said, giving him a swift smile before stepping inside.

"Uh, yeah. Of course," Peter mumbled as he hung his head and followed you in.

The hostess took you to a corner besides the glass window, a cozy little spot with a flickering candle in the middle of the table. Peter's hands trembled as he took the chair and gestured you to sit on it.

The menu in front of him could be in another language as he stared dumbly at it, words bringing into a blur while the thoughts buzzing in his head were getting harder to put to rest.

Don't be weird. Just be normal. What does "normal" even mean? Stop overthinking! You've got this!

"This place is nice," you commented as you scanned the menu. "How did you discover it?"

"Oh, um, my aunt used to like it here," Peter said, grateful he could answer such a question. "She says the lasagna is the best."

You grinned. "Aunt May has good taste. I will try that."

He nodded, yes, but could not stop the rush of nervous thoughts flooding his mind. He glanced at the menu as if studying it although he already knew what he would order. But his mind was instead filled with every possible thing he could screw up tonight.

Don't talk too much; don't laugh strangely; don't look like an idiot.

Here came the waiter, and you ordered effortlessly, laced with a polite smile as you handed him the menu. Peter stammered out his order and felt his palms sweat as he gave it. When the waiter walked away, Peter could feel your eyes on him, and it took everything he had to meet your gaze.

"So," you said, leaning in with elbows planted on the table, chin cradled in palm, "what's your thing, Peter?"

"My thing?" he said, taken aback. "Like, my thing?"

"Yeah, like… what do you do for fun? What are you really into doing when absolutely no one else is watching and judging?"

Peter blinked, trying to think of something that wouldn't sound lame. "Uh, well, I like photography," he said. "And science, I guess. Experiments, stuff like that."

You perked up. "Photography? That is cool. What kind of pictures do you take?"

"Mostly city stuff," he said, his voice gaining a bit of confidence. "You know, like weird angles, shadows, reflections. It's probably not that interesting to most people."

"I think it sounds interesting," you said. "I would love to see your pictures sometime."

Peter's heart was pounding so hard. "Really? Uh, yeah, sure. I mean, if you want."

That made the conversation flow more easily. You told him about your love-hate relationship with math, how sometimes you spent too long procrastinating by watching cooking shows instead of doing your homework, and how one time you tried to make crème brûlée and almost burned your stove.

“I had to open every window in the house,” you said, laughing. “My mom came home and thought I’d burned dinner. I didn’t tell her it was supposed to be dessert.”

Peter grinned, feeling just a little bit more at ease. “Maybe stick to cookies next time, huh?”

“Noted,” you said with a mock-serious nod.

Then it was time to eat. You both started digging into it while still keeping up your conversation. Peter quickly found himself becoming much more relaxed, finding it absolutely easy to talk to you when he didn't over-analyze every word. You burst into laughter each time his jokes finished, and whenever his eye fell into yours, everything around faded.

There was little doubt that he was doing this because he was desperate enough to strike a topic that wouldn't make him sound like an idiot; this was the reason why he asked, "You, uh, good with the whole project?"

You leaned back, fiddled with the napkin on the table, and said, "Yeah, it's actually been fun. Well, I mean, we work well together, and you're much smarter than I had thought."

Peter blinked. "Wait, you thought I wasn't smart?"

"No, I just-" You smirk, it's clear you're enjoying his reaction. "You always seem kinda… busy with stuff, you know? You're not exactly the loudest guy in the room."

"Well, I, uh…" Peter rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm, uh, more of a behind-the-scenes guy. You know, less talk, more… action?"

You laughed, the sound light and easy, and Peter felt himself get a little more relaxed. Maybe you weren't judging him.

'This place have wine?' you ask all of a sudden, not looking up from the menu.

Peter blinked. "Uh… I think so?"

You smirked and put your feet up on the table after throwing the menu on it. "Perfect. I could use a glass."

Peter was at a loss on how he should respond. It just didn't seem like the kind of person who would order wine to go with dinner-at least, not in his limited and admittedly romanticized view of you. But when the waiter came by, you ordered an entire bottle without hesitating, barely glancing at Peter for confirmation.

"Um, yeah, sounds good," Peter said weakly, even though the thought of drinking anything stronger than soda made him nervous.

The waiter nodded and disappeared, leaving the two of you alone in an awkward silence.

But the waiter was back again, this time with a bottle and two glasses, which he laid down with a polite smile. And before you knew it, the deep red liquid was already swirling around in your glass because you had poured it in haste from the bottle.

Want some? You asked, already halfway through your first sip.

“Uh, maybe later,” Peter said.

You shrugged and took another long drink before putting the glass down with a satisfied sigh. “Suit yourself.”

The most casual kind of conversation developed between you: you asked Peter about what he was interested in, and he managed to stumble along throwing together great lengthy descriptions about why he loved photography and science, and the words came out too fast for him to think them. It almost seemed like you were listening to him, however, because he went on to nod before even asking follow-up questions, which made him for the first time in a long time feel that he wasn't entirely invisible.

By that time, he was becoming aware, as the hours slipped away, that you were filling up your glass more and more often. The bottle was now half empty when the food came, and you were already sporting rosy cheeks when the alcohol was pouring into your system.

“This is good,” you said, hardly bothering with your plate in order to gesture with your fork at it. "I mean, really good. Good call, Parker.”

The smile that appeared on Peter's face was that of nervousness. "Thanks. I'm glad you like it."

Now you leaned back in your seat, holding your glass up to the light. "You know, I don't really do stuff like this. I've kind of never had dinner with classmates. It's just a little… weird, you know?"

Peter sank a little. "Weird, how?"

"Not bad weird," you said immediately by waving your hand. "Just… different. Like, generally, I would just be at home watching some lousy reality show and trying to forget how much homework I have to do."

Peter chuckled, even though he had no idea what to say next.

After a sip of wine, the boy looked up at Peter who immediately landed his gaze upon the bottle. You seem well into your first glass with a heightening sense of ease that you appeared to be at his home. Maybe it was because of the wine or perhaps how you were looking at him right now-not with judging spectatorship but with a strange kind of understanding that made him feel as if he were not really out of place.

It was only a count of seconds before the food arrived while you already had a second glass in hand. Peter's stomach flipped at that moment. This wasn't the way he was used to seeing you, all loosened up and speaking without that slight guard he usually saw when you were around. You appeared different tonight, and Peter couldn't quite figure it out if it was a good thing or not.

However, the conversation was still going on, only that as soon as you took a few more drinks, conversations shifted to more profound, much more personal things. Laughter spilled from your lips more freely, although Peter saw that smiles were now somewhat uncontrollable. Maybe it was the wine; maybe it was just the ambience. In any case, he could feel something shifting, like you were letting him see this version of yourself you weren't sure he was supposed to see.

"Peter", you said, looking at him with wide eyes after a long sip. "What's your big dream? Like 20 years from now, what do you see yourself doing?"

He shifted around uneasily on his chair. And that question was sudden, a little more intense than he would have reckoned it to be. He was not used to being asked about his future like this.

"Honestly?" said Peter, leaning back a little and looking down at the half-finished plate in front of him. "I don't really know. I think- I think I want to do something with science, or photography. Maybe combine. Don't know really. Just like, I want to fix things, you know? Help make the world a little less broken.''

You were quiet for a moment, and Peter wasn't sure whether it was because he'd said something wrong or whether you were just thinking. But when you finally spoke, your voice was softer, almost quieter than before.

"I think that's really admirable, Peter."

That was it. That one simple sentence hit him harder than he expected. He wasn't used to compliments like that- not from you, not from anyone. The words were a strange dream, and for a second he just looked dumbfoundedly at you trying to really understand what you mean.

Peter had never imagined the night to go this way. Not even in a million years. But here he was, walking alongside you, swaying slightly on the sidewalk with less steadiness in your step than before. Surprisingly, the wine had hit you faster than he figured, and he wasn't so sure if he should be concerned or just chalk it up to the kind of night it had turned into.

"Hey, I'm-" You hiccupped, laughing lightly at your own clumsiness. "I'm fine, Peter. Really."

But Peter wasn't so sure. His instincts were whipping him into overdrive-the same ones that always made him want to leap into action when something was amiss. "Yeah, I don't think you are," he said, trying to keep it light. "Let me just walk you home, okay? Just to make sure you're good."

But you rolled your eyes, with an almost sheepish smile you gave in, "Fine, fine. I get it. You're worried about me."

"Yeah, I am," Peter said, his voice a little quieter than he intended. "But you're my responsibility right now, okay?"

You exhale a small laugh, and Peter can't help but take note of how completely giddy it sounded, a little like you weren't quite sure where you were or what you were doing. You leaned against him, and then Peter was surprised at how easily you let him help you with that.

The way home was otherwise silent except for the occasional trip and the muttered apologies from you. But Peter didn't mind it, sensing closeness, although strange. Everything was just weird tonight. The brushing of your hand against his as you reached for your keys. That laugh of yours that wouldn't leave his ears. The vulnerability you seemed to wear in your eyes at that moment.

So, then you reached your door, and you suddenly stopped and stood there, fumbling with the keys in your hand. Peter moved closer but silently offered to help. You shook your head.

"I've got this," you said, though your words were slurring just enough for Peter to catch the uncertainty behind them.

After much effort on your part, the door finally opened. You leaned in again, and Peter nearly lost his heart as he had to rush forward to steady you.

"Whoa, take it easy," Peter said catching you as you stumbled. "Let me help you."

You smiled up at him, glassy and unfocused. "I'm fine, Peter," you slurred. "Just a little…tipsy."

Peter chuckled and guided you up the walkway to your front door. "Tipsy, huh? Well, let's get you inside and safe, then."

As you both reached the front door, you fumbled with your keys and Peter had to gently take them from your hand and unlock the door himself. You smiled up at him, your eyes sparkling with amusement.

After some time and a couple of tries, she got the door opened.

"Okay, inside," he said, his tone a little more powerful now. You did not resist him as he helped you through the door, but there was a strange sadness in your eyes that twisted Peter's stomach.

You moved slowly to the couch and finally sank down on it; the wine was exhausting. Peter stood near the door for a moment, wondering his next move. He wanted to shoot his shot, his thoughts wandered to somethings more inappropriate. Wasn't this all about getting you safe? Ensuring you did not end up passed out somewhere in a big, messy pile of sheets and regrets.

"Can you just… stay for a bit?" you asked quietly, with barely a whisper.

Peter hesitated. He didn't want to go too far, and he couldn't just leave you here, not looking so…fragile.

"Yes," he spoke softly, entering then into the living room. "I'll stay for a bit"

You nodded at him, gazing at him with tired eyes. "Thank you."

Peter perched on the edge of the couch; his hands awkwardly balanced on his knees. What a strange space there was between you two now, strange in that it was so very close, yet so far away. He wanted to be of some use and ensure you were okay, and yet the way the glance kept coming from you in that direction somehow felt… off. It was like walking on a fine line.

Peter looked at you longingly, you were so beautiful.

Too close and too perfect, he found himself sitting next to you, and Peter felt the pressure of so many things left uncommunicated fill his chest. He needed to do it. He needed to say it.

"Peter?" Your voice was a soft whisper, a little uncertain. Wine had aided this whole relaxing process, yet made almost everything feel slightly out of focus.

Peter swallowed, heart pounding in the chest. He wasn't entirely sure if it was the alcohol that has found narrate in your system, or if it was the raw honesty of the moment, but he knew very well it was now or never, the one chance to say all he had kept bottled up for months.

"Yeah?" he whispered, getting closer so that he was almost against you now.

"It's just that, I… I'm sorry if I've been too much tonight," you said, your words slightly slurring as you allowed your gaze to drift over his face. "I didn't mean to get that drunk."

Peter felt his breath hitch in his throat. "It's fine," he said, his voice softer now. He could feel his palms sweating, his heart racing faster than ever. "I just… I just want to make sure you're okay."

You smiled up at him, but it was a little foggy, and Peter could tell that the wine had dulled your clarity. Still, you were so beautiful, standing there, looking at him with those eyes—eyes that made him feel like he mattered.

Peter took a sharp breath and let a sudden breath of air come out. It was as if a magnet was pulling them together, and he was drawn to it. "So, uh– I was thinking…" He hesitated for a moment, then recovered his composure, trying to calm the trembling in his hands. "I've been thinking about you for a long time. Like, longer than I should have."

His brows knitted further in confusion as Peter quickly realized that the rest of the sentence was failing miserably in getting through your mind, as if the actual words were swimming around in it, suspended in fog. He stepped closer, unable to stop himself.

"If I—" He let out a shaky breath. "You know, I've been loving you for so long now. And tonight, I couldn't hold it anymore and just… broke the dam."

Your expression shifted slightly. Confusion clouded your gaze. You blinked, trying to piece together his words. "Wait, what?"

Peter took a step closer, completely incapable of holding himself back. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, and he felt the heat between you intensify. He reached out, his hand brushing gently against your arm. "I love you," he whispered again, barely able to breathe. "I love you so much, and I've been too scared to say it. I've watched you for so long, and I—" Peter stopped mid-sentence as he looked at you, eyes looking like a lost puppy.

"You're so beautiful, so so beautiful" He leaned in, your face was so close to him, his lips brushed against yours. He held your face as he licked your lips.

You could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin with just the proximity of Peter's face to yours, and the goosebumps it sent down your spine. Those eyes were filled deeply with a longing expression and captured yours as if drowning you in its depths. There was air that quite vibrated between the two of you, and the heat that seemed to take form could even be felt emanating from his body.

"I wanted to do that for so long," Peter whispered. His voice shuddered with desire. Gentle words falling like a caress to send shivers through you: "Wanted to touch you, hold you, kiss."

His lips brushed against yours when he spoke, making your body spark with electricity. You were pretty much melting into him, as if his very desire were consuming your human body. His lips, soft and gentle, just as firm and insistent. You tasted like wine.

"You're so beautiful" he said as his hands went underneath your dress, his hands inching close to your under garments. He touched your clothed core; he used his index finger to rub your clothed cover clit

You squirmed in his touch, "P-peter" You mewled in his mouth

This just seemed to fuel Peter even more, as he set aside your panties as his smooth fingers rubbed your now exposed core. Peter looked at you, he slowly kneeled as he spread your legs.

He looked at your wet core, as if it was a painting that he couldn't understand. Without warning he then sucked your glistening pearl; his tongue probed the inside of your gummy walls as his fingers rubbed your pearl. You cried out, your body arching up to meet him, and Peter felt a surge of excitement. He was in control now, and you were at his mercy.

He knew it was wrong, you were drunk after all, but he couldn't help it, this was his only chance.

He licked and sucked at your clit, his fingers plunging in and out of your dripping wet pussy, you cried out in ecstasy, your hands tugging at Peter's hair. But he didn't care, all he cared about was your dripping we cunt.

Anticipation dwells in the coiling mouth against your body, sending shivers along your spine. Every inch of you is lulled into stimulation by his gentle probing, drawing near to a soon-to-be-hidden insistent demand. You can feel that hot air glazing across your skin, soft scraping with teeth, and relentless pressure from his lips, all of which accompanies his tongue.

Your hands are clenched while he works, fingers digging into the sheets or perhaps his hair, holding him there. Your hips jerk primitively, as though to push him deeper and encourage more pressure, while your breathing makes raspy sounds mixed with soft mewls of pleasure.

One hand is busy at your hips, molding you solidly into place, while the other slips only up over the curve of your waist before settling over your breast.

You feel yourself immersing in the sensation as your focus is honed into one. The only critical thing is the feeling of his mouth on you. The whole room begins to fade away, and you're left with only the slushing wet sounds he makes and your breathless gasps, groans, and cries.

Peter on the other hand felt like he was in cloud nine, his mouth was now fully covered in your arousal, but he didn't care. He continued lapping at your cunt, accompanied with his middle finger thrusting in and out of you.

As the intensity rises, so do your frantic movements: the hips jerk and thrust as though reaching toward some ill-defined height. His mouth is a scythe-like blur of tongue lashing and probing until the pressure builds and you're all quivering trembling muscles, precariously balanced on a knife edge of release.

Your mouth is wide open, frozen in a silent scream on your lips, and your entire body starts quivering at the moment of release.

Then silence engulfs the outside world; its only inhabitants are trapped in a silent world of raw lust. His mouth is a furnace, raging, and threatening to engulf you completely, but you lean into the flames, thirsty for the intense heat that only he can provide. Your skin is slick with sweat, your heart thundering like a runaway train as your body builds toward the inevitable climax.

Your cries intensify as tension rises, a mournful cry into this frantic air, a scream savage, echoing off the walls as your body strains towards that release. Your muscles quivering.

Before you knew it, it almost hit you like rough wave of pleasure.

His cock twitched, his balls tightening with anticipation, as he felt the warmth of her your release in his mouth. That alone could make him cum his pants. He had never been this close to a woman before, and the thought of exploring your body was almost too much to bear. And here he was doing exactly just that.

You were beautiful to Peter, but you looked ungodly when you were in a state of release. The way your chest would heave up and down, how your mascara was running down your eyes, and your lipstick smudged on the side of your face.

"You're so beautiful" he said, barely even above a whisper.

"P-peter— OH MY GOD!"

He suddenly took a long slow stripe of your pussy, as if savoring everything, but then stopped when his tongue reached your clit. He sucked on your little pearl as if it was lollipop.

You moaned loudly as your back arched and your toes curled, "P-peter" You whimpered

The way he was sucking on your clit, along with his fingers that was thrusting deep inside you. It made it nearly unbearable. The last few moments or so almost sent you spiraling into one of those severe orgasms that made you see stars on your ceiling.

Loud moans slipped from your mouth, you wondered if your parents were at home, what if they see their sweet girl falling apart underneath the so-called weird kid of your school.

Your hips bucked against his mouth, trying to ease the bittersweet pleasure he was giving you. "P-peter, oh god, stop, I c-can't take it anymore" you begged in a voice very nearly a whisper. Body trembling, your hands reached instinctively for his hair, holding him.

He continued his performance on your clit. A familiar knot kept building inside you. Suddenly, the moans turned into loud gasps, and your body began to shake uncontrollably. P-peter, I…I think I'm going to come again" you finally whisper. To that, he only sucked harder, licked harder, his fingers falling on a rhythm with his tongue swirling relentlessly on your sensitive spot, bringing you to sweet agony. Your back arched up, you gasp while screaming, "P-PETER!"

Heaving and shaking with each pulsing moan, you lay there with your body's hypersensitivity after such intense pleasure receding. Finally, Peter raised his head. That satisfied smile on his face was testimony to your ability to elicit such feelings from him. And with his eyes, he stared at you, every flicker of lust speaking volumes about what was crossing his mind. Then he kissed near the center of time in your inner thigh, his lips dragging softly, and then moving to lie with you at the side of the couch

Peter's smile slowly faded as he noticed your catch of breath, replaced with a show of real concern. He stroked your hair as he gazed into your eyes. "That was intense," Peter said. "You're shaking." His voice was tender, wrapping around you like a soft blanket. "Time to get you to bed, all right?"

He managed a slowly rise from the couch while extending his hand forward towards you. You grasped onto it and found your balance shaky; nonetheless, Peter assisted you toward leaving the living room, down the hallway, and into your bedroom.

Peter opened your door slowly, revealing the bedroom from that night. Snap out of your thoughts Parker!

The bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the room. Peter placed you carefully at the edge of the bed. He knelt down to remove your shoes and started undressing you slowly and carefully. He threw the covers over you as you laid back in bed, tucking you in like a young child.

"Rest," he whispered as he brushed his lips against your forehead. "Sleep, I'll be here when you wake." He sat beside you, stroking your hair with his hand. Your eyelids began to feel heavier, and weariness, along with all the forms of pleasure, finally overtook you. Peter was the last person you remember as you slipped into slumber, where upon you felt the warmth beside you that offered the source of a much-needed sense of safety.

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rabesbabe · 7 months ago

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Silver Soul

Jackie Taylor x Fem!Reader

part one ➴ part two part three

Summary: You accidentally injure Jackie one day during practice and your relationship with her starts to bloom.

A/N: Jackie is such a cutie and she literally did no wrong the entire series (fight w me idc). But I’m hoping YJ tumblr is still alive idk? Enjoy this fic tho ! (Not proofread)

“Oh my god.”

Your mouth is agape as you watch the ball you kicked hit Jackie Taylor straight in the nose.

The whole team stood and watched in shock as the ball coming from the complete opposite end of the field smacks her straight in the face.

The best way to describe Jackie in your words was perfect. And you weren’t jealous of her or anything. You liked who you were and all but it was just true. Jackie had amazing grades, she was the captain of the soccer team and, from what you knew she came from a good family.

Even though you had been on the same team as her for two years now, you guys never really became anything more than acquaintances. You waved at her in the halls and she did the same but that was kind of it. You guys had different social circles and shared a few classes but never talked in them. She wasn’t anything to you really besides your teammate.

You ran as fast as you could to the other side of the field to help Jackie who was now clutching her nose and wincing in pain.

“Wait, Y/N!” You heard Natalie call out to you. And as you were running you looked back to see what Nat was calling after you about.

When suddenly you ran straight into Jackie and you both fell to the ground.

You grab your head and wince. Jesus did you have to be this clumsy?

Opening your eyes you see Taissa offering you her hand and laughing while Van does the same for Jackie.

As you stand up, you look at Jackie, her face was red from the impact and her eyes looked glossy. You felt like the worst person in the world.

“Shit, Jackie, I’m so sorry.” You say.

She winced again as she looks at you and tries her best to smile through the pain. “It’s totally fine. You didn’t mean to.”

Still feeling like satan himself you offer to take her to the nurse.

“Yeah that’d be great.” She says.

As you and Jackie make your way to the side of the field Nat catches up with you.

“Way to go Y/N,” She says, teasing you.

“Now, is not the time to be an asshole.” You say to her halfway joking.

You and Nat had been best friends since practically the first day of kindergarten. You had caught her outside throwing rocks at kids during recess, and since that was right up your alley, you joined her. Ever since then you guys have been inseparable. And constantly being menaces towards everyone together.

Nat waves you off and walks back to the field. You turn your attention to Jackie and stop her so that you can move her hands from her face. You Inspect her nose and it was most definitely bleeding but, it looked okay. You were shocked at how powerful you could kick.

“It should be fine.” You say smiling a little at Jackie.

She nods not seeming to believe you.

The walk to the nurses office was filled with awkward silence. You had no idea what to say to her. You just kicked her in the face and then basically tackled her. You were shocked she didn’t hate your guts.

As you walk to the door you realize that since it’s after school the nurse isn’t gonna be inside the office.

“Uhm. I kinda forgot that she wasn’t gonna be here.” You say awkwardly to Jackie who somehow, was giving you her award winning smile even though her nose was literally bleeding onto her jersey.

“It’s fine I can just get ice when I get home.” She says, shuffling her feet.

“Or I could get us into the office without a key?” You say smirking.

She looks up at you, her hazel eyes glowing with disapproval. “There’s cameras? Don’t you think they’ll see us.”

“So what? Are they gonna give us detention for stealing an Ice pack?” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

The corner of her mouth turned upwards and she smiles a bit but still looks worried.

“Come on Jackie, live a little.” You look down at the lock and grab a hairpin.

In about 3 minutes you were into the office.

Jackie looks at you her mouth slightly open.

“Wow, you didn’t think I could do it did you?” You look at her with a fake offended face on.

“No I definitely didn’t. But, you did.” She says giggling.

Still feeling very responsible for her obvious pain you say, “Here sit on one of the beds I’ll grab the ice pack.”

Looking around the nurses office you find the freezer and grab some ice. You put it into a plastic bag and wrap a paper towel around it.

“Scooch.” You say and you sit next to her on the nurses bed.

You gently grab her chin and inspect her face noticing that the bleeding stopped.

“Wait.” You say getting an idea. You go into the bathroom get some tissue and wet it with cold water.

When you get back over to her you notice she’s already shifted back into where you were sitting.

You playfully roll your eyes at her. “Cmon, schooch again.”

You sit back down and grab her face again. This time you move closer your faces are only inches away from each other. You gently wipe the blood off her face. Her breathing starts to falter a little and you look her in the eyes. “God, the ball must’ve hit you hard, you can barely breathe from the pain.”

Her cheeks go a light shade of pink that you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t so close to her. “Uhm. Yeah it hit me pretty hard.” She says.

“Sorry again.” You say.

A little out of it from the throbbing coming from her face and her proximity to you at the moment, Jackie bursted out laughing. Very confused since nothing funny happened, you look at her.

“What?” You say starting to laugh a little yourself.

“Nothing,” She says trying to catch her breath. “You’re just like the clumsiest person i’ve ever met.”

“Asshole,” you laugh out.

“I’m the asshole? You’re the one who kicked me.” she exclaims, attempting to stifle her laugh.

You narrow your eyes at her playfully and hand her the ice pack.

“Now you’re back to the beautiful normal Jackie,” You say. “All that blood was not doing you justice.” You joke.

She blushes at your words slightly and you notice but brush it off as her face just being red from earlier.

Getting up from the bed she looks down at her wrist, checking the time. “Practice is probably over now.”

“Yeah. We should go and get changed.”

-⚽️-

After changing and showering you walk with Nat to your car. You guys stop there for a bit and chat.

“Is she coming over here?” You say furrowing your eyes and looking into the distance.

Across the parking lot was Jackie, smiling at you and Nat, in her perfect little outfit.

“You kick a girl in the face one time and now she’s obsessed.” Natalie says smirking while taking a drag from a cigarette.

You elbow Nat in the side at her sarcasm causing her to drop her cig. “Ouch?!” Clutching at her side she looks at you. When Jackie reaches your car she stops right in front of you and Natalie.

“Uh hey Jackie.” You say weerily.

“Hi.” She says, giving you that smile she gave everyone when she wanted something. You had seen it before a million times. And it worked every single time.

“Did you need something?” You ask.

“Yeah actually, I was wondering if you could drive me home?” She Bats her eyelashes at you innocently.

Nat gives you a confused look and you shoot one right back at her. Why was she suddenly talking to you?

You try to think of an excuse to say no. You had a routine after school. You got coffee at your favorite place and studied. Sometimes Nat came along if she wasn’t working. And then after school you’d watch movies or hangout with friends and smoke. Driving Jackie Taylor home was not apart of that routine.

“Doesn’t Shauna take you home? I thought you guys always like hungout after practice or something.”

“It’s totally fine! She’ll survive one day without us hanging out. Plus you owe me after today.” She smiles at you again.

Nat buts in. “Yeah you owe her Y/N, drive the nice girl home.” She says trying to annoy you.

You look over at Nat and give her a look that she immediately understands as “I’m literally going to kill you if you don’t leave right now.” Nat laughs and walks to her car. “I’ll call you later Y/N.” She yells to you before getting in.

You flip her off and yell back, “Please don’t!”

Jackie looks at you again and asks, “So are you gonna drive me or not?”

You just sigh and open the door for her.

She squeals and gets in.

“Oh, by the way I usually stop for coffee so I guess you have to come with me.” You say starting the car up.

“Fine by me.” She says.

You guys pull out of the parking lot and drive for a while in silence. You notice Jackie looking over at you every now and then and you try your best to ignore it.

“So, are you gonna play music?” She asks looking at you expectantly.

“If you want,” You shrug. “There’s a few cassettes in the glove compartment right there.”

She opens the glove compartment and gasps. “The Smashing Pumpkins!”

You look over at her doubtful. “You know them?”

“Duh.” She says rolling her eyes. You laugh and she puts the tape in.

1979 starts playing and she rolls her window down poking her head out.

Finally, you both make it to the coffee shop. You park and walk in.

Jackie looks around seeming to be impressed by the place. “This is really nice,” She says. “You come here everyday?”

You nod. “Yeah basically, I just come here to study for tests and things.”

You get to the register and tell the barista your order and so does Jackie. You go to pay for the coffee when Jackie grabs your hand. “Something wrong?” You say confused.

“My treat!” She says smiling. You step back and let her pay.

While Jackie waited for the coffee you grab a table. She sits down and hands you your coffee. “Thanks for paying by the way.” You say and smile a little at her.

“Anytime!” She says enthusiastically. She was constantly happy it was almost annoying.

You guys study for a while talking about random things. Jackie gets silent for a bit and you look up at her. She looked like she was super deep in thought about something.

“So are you like dating anyone?” She asks avoiding your gaze.

You look up confused as to why she wanted to know but you answered anyway. “Uh no not technically I guess.” You said. You weren’t really lying. You and this girl talked on and off but nothing ever really came of it besides a few kisses at parties every now and then. Your love life was practically nonexistent.

Jackie nodded. “What about you? Aren’t you seeing that dude. I can’t remember his name isn’t it like Jack?”

She chuckles. “Jeff. And no we broke up while ago.”

“Oh,” You say. “That sucks.”

She sips her coffee. “Yeah it’s whatever I don’t really like him anyways,” She looks down. “I don’t know if I ever did to be honest.”

Now you were curious. You look at her and notice she’s doodling on her hands. “What do you mean?” You inquire.

“Well, I don’t know.” She sighs. “It’s nothing.” Her hands start fidgeting with her pen and she breaks eye contact with you.

You were shocked by her mood shift. You’d never seen her look unsure of herself before. The only Jackie you’d ever known was the confident self-assured one.

“Well whatever it is, I’m sure your feelings are valid. Relationships are complicated. And any guy is lucky to have you Jackie.” You smile at her trying to make her feel better.

She looks up at you and smiles. “You’re not so bad yourself Y/N. Any guy is lucky to date you too.”

You almost spit out your coffee at her words. “Guy?” You say laughing.

She looks at you confused until it clicks and she widens her eyes. “Oh! I- Sorry I didn’t know.”

Laughing you say, “I’m surprised you didn’t?”

“Does everyone else know?” She asks baffled.

“Basically. And Im not the only one on the team you know?” You explain taking a sip of your coffee.

“What?!” She says, “Who else?”

You rest your head in your hand as if trying to recall who else. “Well, Van, Taissa, Nats Bi, and so is Lottie.”

She looks at you, her mouth agape. “Am I really this blind?”

You giggle at her “I guess so.”

You both stayed in the coffee shop longer than you normally do. You and Jackie actually got a long very well and it came as a shock to you. You were still a little confused as to why she even was hanging around you but it was refreshing. And you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. Her naturally gorgeous hair, which seemed to always look like it was freshly blown out, the curve of her nose, her beautiful big eyes.

That night when you got home Jackie infiltrated your thoughts. You thought about her while eating dinner, while showering and, while you went to bed. You couldn’t get her off your mind and you already knew where this was going. You spent one day with her and now you had a crush on her. Was she really that intoxicating?

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streetlightyeri · 5 months ago

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false god ; boone

“i know heaven’s a thing, i go there when you touch me.”

[aka, boone is good at using a camera for more than just storm chasing]

w.c: 3444

warnings: 18+ MDNI. smut (oral, piv, breath play? in the lightest sense of the word, bandana used as gag).

notes: no beta, not even proofread lol i just needed to post this, i'll come back and edit at a later time. this is a piece from my wip about boone for my twisters/zach bryan song fic series (scott's is in progress as well a part two for "oklahoma smokeshow" for tyler). this was supposed to be fluff, slice of life moment, idk what happened <3 and as always, the fmc has a name but no descriptors bc i cannot personally write in 2nd person

She surprised him while they were on a chase. She was going to be in the state for no more than a few hours - when he headed out tomorrow she would be too. But she was able to get the information of where the crew was staying from Dani with the promise she would keep her mouth shut about it. Dani must’ve talked Tyler into letting them crash at a nicer place for the night because instead of a motel that Rowan was sure would give her hives, she pulled up to a very respectable 3 star chain hotel. She made a mental note to buy that girl whatever her heart desired.

Rowan pulled her hood closer around her neck and her hat farther down onto her head. She locked her vehicle behind her, keeping her head down as she walked to the side entrance Dani propped open for her. Once she made it in, she kicked the rock out the door jam and made her way to the elevator.

Rowan tried to calm her nerves as the elevator rose to the 4th floor. Her heartbeat picked up once the doors opened. She followed the signs to room 435. It was a corner room. Now Rowan was certain Dani had roped everyone into the plan; otherwise, a room like this would’ve been a coin toss or a game of pulling straws to see who got it. Her face burned at the thought.

But nevertheless, she knocked on the door. Boone’s voice came from the other side. “Yeah?” He was expecting someone from the team to respond, but heard nothing. He called out again. Rowan knocked in response.

She heard shuffling before the sound of the lock clicking. When the door swung open, she looked up, met with the sight of her boyfriend dressed in the same clothes he must’ve been wearing that day: jeans, a wifebeater, and a bandana tied around his neck. She could see his camo button down discarded on the end of the bed and his hat on the nightstand. A smile grew across her face as the moment started to click for him. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the room, double checking no one was lurking in the hallway before shutting the door. He turned the lock again and also flipped the deadbolt now that she was here.

When he turned back to her, he nearly tackled her onto the floor, throwing her hat to some corner of the room. But he managed to get his bearings before they lost their balance. His lips found hers; she could feel his smile as he kissed her. He walked them to the bed, keeping his hand behind her head to absorb the impact as her knees bent and her back hit the mattress.

He paused to pull back and look at her again, making sure she was real. “Hi, baby.”

She let out a giggle. “Hi, Boone.”

He leaned down and kissed her again, but stopped when her hand came up and pushed his shoulder back slightly. He knit his brows when she patted the bed next to herself but complied. She sat up to be eye level with him. He couldn’t believe she was here; his hands found her hips, sliding up her sweatshirt to rub circles on her soft skin. She wasn’t any better; she was trying to find her words but the way he was looking at her with his big doe eyes, like she was the best thing he’d ever seen, was making her brain short circuit. A haste kiss from him jump started her again.

“I have a . . . gift, of sorts, for you.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Is you being here not it?”

Rowan felt her cheeks heating up, her hands dropping from playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. She stood up and walked to her duffle bag she discarded blindly when he tackled her. She reached in and brought out the small box she wrapped in a haste and walked back over to him, leveling him with a serious gaze. “No one can know about this. Absolutely no one.”

“What is it, baby?”

“Promise me you will never show anyone this. Ever. No matter what.”

“I promise.”

She sat back down and handed him the box. He made quick work with the paper, his jaw dropping when he saw the picture on the side of the box: a camcorder. Nothing fancy, absolutely no bells and whistles. But Boone always had a thing for cameras. He’d started messing around with them back when he was enrolled in community college, fresh out of high school, still trying to figure out what the hell he wanted to do with his life. There was nothing more exciting to him than getting the perfect shot.

“You know how hesitant I’ve been about, uh,” she cleared her throat, “filming. But I thought about it. With something like this, there’s no cloud it gets uploaded to, no internet required. Nothing anyone can hack. It’s not the best quality, but it was the best I could find that I was comfortable with.”

He dropped the box on the bed next to him and grabbed her head in his hands; they were so large his fingertips met at the back. “Rowan, baby, please tell me you know I am fine with never recording us? I don’t want you to feel pressured. I let go of that fantasy a while ago. If you’re not comfortable with it, then it isn’t hot anymore.”

She nodded through his grip. “I know.”

He kissed her again, letting go of her with a whoop of excitement before he opened the tape on the box with his pocket knife. He pulled out the recorder and inserted the SD card, flipping open the screen, taking a sweep of the room. He played around with the settings, adjusting it for the room’s lighting. He was so confident in his knowledge of the camera. In seconds he got it looking more like 720p instead of the 480p she saw when using it in the store.

He flipped the screen so he could see himself as he recorded. He introduced himself to his imaginary audience while Rowan rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his torso. He used his free hand to run a hand down her hair. He lowered the camera to capture her face for a second. “And this is my beautiful girlfriend.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “She is the reason I have this camera. I think she’s embarrassed, but don’t worry, I’ll get her used to showing her face.”

She pulled back and hit his shoulder with a laugh while he winked at the camera. He flipped the screen and turned to film her, catching the perfect angle where the setting sun cut through the curtains to leave a beam running across her face. “She loves me so much she surprised me. Can’t believe she kept this a secret.”

“I was so close to spilling! You kept texting me about how much you missed me! And I had to lie that I wasn’t in Oklahoma. I even had Dani working with me to cover it up. I would send photos from the view outside my apartment that I’d been saving up for her to show you. I was scared you’d get suspicious when I kept refusing to FaceTime.”

He laughed from behind the camera. “You are a terrible liar.”

She faked a gasp, “Take that back!”

He smirked, “I think I can think of a way to make it up to you.”

She pulled her legs to her chest and looked straight at the lens of the camera, “Well then, why don’t you show me?”

He deposited the camera on the nightstand, throwing his hat elsewhere to make sure he had enough space to get the entire bed in the frame. One he was certain they’d be visible, he tore his shirt off and made quick work of hers. He lifted her bridal style to put her correctly on the bed. He untied his bandana and tied it around her neck; he liked seeing her wear it. He hovered over her on his arms, his hair and gold chain dangling into her face. She felt her face and chest flush. No matter how many times they found themselves like this, Rowan always felt like Boone was admiring her like a precious stone.

He shifted his weight and used his right hand to run his thumb over her red cheek. “God you’re so beautiful, baby.”

He undid her bra and he moved to sit on his haunches, admiring her from above. Her chest rose and fell as his brown eyes raked over her entire frame, leaving her skin burning in their wake. His calloused hands ghosted over her waist so lightly, her body jerked from the tickling sensation. His two index fingers ran under the waistband of her jean shorts; his eyes flickered up to her for permission. She kept her eyes stilled on him as she nodded. His eyes flickered over to the camera; he could see her side angle perfectly, surrounded by plush sheets while he hung over her.

“Is the camera okay?”

She nodded again, not looking at it.

“Need words, baby.”

She opened her mouth but hesitated. In seconds, he had the camera in his hand, about to snap the screen shut and stop the recording. Her hand reached up and wrapped around his wrist. “It’s okay, Boone.”

He shook his head. “No. You’re tense. We’re not doing it if you’re not 100% with it.”

She tightened her grip on his wrist when he tried to turn it off again. “I am. I promise. If you’re okay, I am. I’ll get used to it.”

He hesitated. He didn’t want her doing this for him.

“If I wasn’t comfortable with it, I wouldn’t have bought the camera.”

“You’re allowed to change your mind, no matter who bought the camera.”

She moved to intertwine her fingers with his, bringing his knuckles down to kiss them. “I’ll tell you if I change my mind.”

He pursed his lips, “Promise?”

She smiled up at him, “Promise.”

She helped him set up his perfect angle again before he rided her of her shorts and underwear. His hands ran up and down her side, taking count of every inch of skin. He rememorized every mole and freckle. His lips found hers again, making his way slowly down her neck, shoulder, the valley of her breasts while his finger twisted at her nipples. She felt him smirk against her skin when she gasped, hands reaching out to grip the sheets. He left bites on the smooth skin of her stomach, a place he was often drawn to. A place he could mark that no one would know.

When he made it between her thighs, he groaned. “There’s my girl.”

Rowan bit her bottom lip to stifle the sound that brought out of her.

Boone’s hands tightened on her hips; she could feel each finger digging into her skin. He pressed sloppy, wet kisses to the inside of her thighs. Her toes curled in anticipation, legs locking to try and prevent them from tightening around his head. Not that he would’ve cared. He had spent weeks warming her up to the idea of sitting on his face so he could finally feast like he wanted. She would never forget the way he locked his muscular arms around her thighs to keep her core connected with his mouth while he ate her out like his life depended on it, like he wasn’t destroying her for any other man ever.

When he finally connected his mouth to her cunt, he moaned into her, making a shiver run up her entire body as her hands moved to grip his hair. Her fingers twisted in his locks, making him let out another satisfied noise. His tongue reached out to lap at her core, taking in the sweet release and relishing in the taste. One hand moved to splay across her stomach, lightly opening and closing to keep her down and to scratch at her skin comfortingly; the other moved to leave bruises of his finger prints on her thighs before one finger, then two, then three pushed themselves into her. Her rapid breaths and whines filled the room as her hips jerked from the way he ate. While his fingers curled into the spot he knew made her see stars, his tongue circled her clit with unrelenting determination.

He glanced up at her, seeing her head thrown back with eyes screwed closed as he increased his pace. He knew he was doing good when he felt her body tensing up below him, her legs beginning to shake. She gave a hard tug on his hair when he pulled away and let out a stream of cold breath onto her clit before attaching his hot mouth back to it. She came with a cry of his name, tensing around him as her blood seemed to run through white hot fire. Her thighs clamped around his head, spurring him on to continue his feast as he rode her through her high. He managed to get his right hand free and bring it up to her mouth, tapping her lips which she opened without question. He shoved them in, so long he almost triggered her gag reflex. She instantly closed around them, sucking herself off of him while effectively silencing her from their neighbor’s ears. He used his thumb and pinky to grip her chin and turn her face to the camera. She whimpered when she saw how much of a mess she was, how much of a submissive puddle he turned her into without trying. The visual spurred her into another orgasm. When she finally came back to Earth, she let her legs go limp and released her boyfriend, much to his dismay.

He traced his lips back up to hers, pushing into her mouth. When he released their kiss, he left small pecks on her jaw, coming to her ear, “My favorite meal. Now my favorite show.”

She grabbed his jaw and brought him back to her lips where he lost himself for an unknown amount of time. He was achingly hard. Rowan ran her hand down his shoulders, past the scar on his ribs from when he got hit by a tree branch in the field, down his abs that he gained from always running from tornadoes, to run her hand over his length. She would never get used to it; he was the biggest she’d ever had, and he knew how to use it. He could bring her to tears without being fully seated in her. He had to coach her into taking deep breaths the first time they’d done it because she was so tense he couldn’t push in. Now, they knew the drill.

She pulled his belt off with one hand and discarded it somewhere in the room before popping his button. He discarded his pants and underwear off the bed, once again on his haunches, pumping himself in his right hand. Her hair was a messy halo around her, her skin shiny with sweat.

He lifted her legs to hang over his thighs, leaving her wide open for him to push into her without pain. His eyes flickered to the camera before coming back to hers; she nodded. He picked the camera up, and fixed the angle to where it was a clear shot of him entering her. With every inch he gave, her whimpers grew louder. “Bite down on the bandana for me sweetheart.”

She nodded blindly, biting down on the cloth that smelled exactly like him, like the cologne he wore that made her nearly stumble when she first met him. Her senses were clouded from anything else in the world. All that existed was him. The camera was an extension of him, like it always was.

When he was fully seated in, he gave a few long in and out thrusts, letting her adjust to his size before putting the recorder in its spot. When she gave him the nod that he was okay to move, he lifted one of her legs to rest on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to her ankle where she had a tattoo of a tornado, courtesy of Lilly and an empty bottle of Jack.

He gripped her hip with his free hand before he began to hammer into her. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. Her noises were one of his favorite things about sex with her, but he really did not need the neighbors knowing that he hadn’t even given her 30 minutes before they went at it; the bandana was not cutting it. He gathered up the material that was still hanging out her mouth and shoved it in. He gave a short “sorry” when he heard her gag but he wasn’t sure she heard it because he gave a very hard thrust at the same time that caused her eyes to roll backwards. He placed his hand over her mouth as well to keep her silent, her leg pressed against her chest.

Her hands dug crescents into his biceps and left long marks down his back. He had absolutely no complaints. If he could find a way to make the feel of him buried in her cunt permanent, he would. Boone grunted in her ear when she squeezed around him, “Be good, honey.” He felt her moan vibrate through his hand.

She was getting close, he could feel it. She kept lifting her hips in a way to both escape the pleasure but also find new angles for him to hit in hopes it would be what set her off. He snaked his hand off her hip and used his rough thumb to circle her clit. In seconds, he sent her over the edge. She tensed so hard around him he couldn’t thrust her through it. Her tightness sent him over the edge, his face buried in her hair while he was groaning her name paired with a whimper of overstimulation. When he finally pulled out, he got the camera again to film the dripping of his spend out her cunt. He reached a hand out and smeared his cum across her cunt. She jerked and whimpered, the feeling too much so soon after he finished her again.

He turned the camera to her face as he gave her his cum covered fingers to suck on. She had a sleepy, not-fully-on-Earth smile plastered on her face. She stared at the lens, at the extension of Boone, “Hi, baby.”

He held the camera out with one arm while he moved to connect their lips again.

The camera ran out of battery just as Boone was setting it up to look into the shower, right after he got a shot of Rowan on her knees with her tongue out, covered in his release, before she swallowed and showed her empty tongue to the camera.

He cursed when the screen turned black, an alert to change SD cards coming up. Rowan laughed and closed it after turning it off, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the shower. “You’ll just have to remember this round.”

Her hair left a damp spot on the pillow beneath him, but he didn’t mind. She was half asleep in the nook he made for her between his shoulder and arm, her eyes closed as she inhaled the scent of his soap and shampoo. If his arm was asleep under her, he said nothing. He had changed the sheets with the ones from the closet while she searched through his bag and her own to find something to wear. She ultimately decided on a pair of sleep shorts she brought and one of his plain t-shirts that hung oversized on her. She had a fist resting on his chest and had her leg across his waist; he lightly scratched at it, a comforting motion to help lure her to sleep.

He adjusted his head to leave a kiss on the top of her head. “I love you, Rowan.”

She was too tired to make any words, so she gave him a hum that both acknowledged his words and returned the sentiment. She kissed the nearest part of him she could before settling back into her cocoon. He pulled the blankets up closer to her chin.

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eddiesxangel · 1 year ago

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HOE HOE pantyHOES | Eddie Munson x Reader

CW: Christmas theme smut. idk what else to tell you; read it and find out. minors dni 18+ only.

Word count 1.9k

You sat in front of your vanity mirror, frantically preparing for Steve’s annual Christmas party. You got home late from work and had to pick up dessert from the bakery before heading home to get ready. Now, you managed to get yourself half dressed before getting distracted by your hair and makeup.

You heard a knock on the front door and yelled for them to enter. You were expecting Robin to pick you up tonight; she probably got fed up waiting in the parking lot for you.

A muffled “hello” was barely audible over your Christmas carols. You reply with a “in here!” As you fixate on the sequinned black bow to the back of your head.

“You’re not Robin,” you smirked, seeing who poked their head through your bedroom door.

Eddie stops in his tracks as his eyes drink in your body. You had managed to get into your matching black bra, panties and black stockings but nothing else before you remembered you needed to fix up your makeup.

“Uh- sorry, I uh- I’ll wait out here.” he quickly looks away before shuffling around the room, clearly flustered.

“It’s okay, Ed’s, I’m almost done,” you shrug.

“You sure?” He still isn’t looking at you, but his cheeks are red like Santa’s.

You stand up and walk towards him; your dress is on your bed.

“Yea. Nothing you haven’t seen before.” you give him a coy smile because technically you are fully covered; your black opaque stockings are just like leggings, and your bra is like a bathing suit.

“Sure, yeah.” He peeks up to get another look.

Fuck, did he like what was in front of him. You managed to pull off cute and sexy all at the same time as you step into your dress and slowly pull it up your body.

“Can you zip me up?” You ask, turning your back to him.

Flustering Eddie was one of your favourite things to do.

He doesn’t say anything; he just steps closer with shaky hands to accept your request. You feel him slowly brush your hair off your back and over your shoulder out of the way. You could feel his breath hit your bare neck before he bravely bent down to kiss where your shoulder and neck meet.

“Eddie,” you moan. The visible chill of the kiss apparent over your flesh.

“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” he jumps back. And you can’t help but giggle.

“It’s okay, Eddie, baby. Just zip me up?” You asked again in the most sickly sweet voice and you feel his hands quickly tug in the zipper of your holiday dress.

Baby. That was new. Eddie fixated on the way the word fell off your lips. It was so sweet he could almost taste it.

"You ok?" You look over your shoulder to see a look in Eddie's eye you hadn't seen before.

Something primal had taken over Eddie. It was like he was entranced by you. He felt his hands run up the sides of your thighs and under your dress. Feeling how soft the stockings that encased your legs were. He ran his hands up higher and higher to where the waistband met the skin of your soft middle.

More goosebumps covered your body as Eddie didn't say a word while tracing your figure with his calloused fingers.

"Mmmm, Eddie," You softly moaned, filling the silent room with the most beautiful sounds Eddie had ever heard.

"Yeah, baby girl," he whispered as his soft lips grazed the same spot he had kissed a moment ago.

"We- we are going to be late." You stuttered.

"We are already late; we will blame it on the snow." You felt his hands brush the straps of your dress off your shoulders so it landed on the bedroom floor.

You stood there in just your bra, stockings and matching panties before you felt Eddie push you forward so you were bent over for him, your ass sticking out, so much so, that Eddie could see the outline of your thong as the thin material spread over your perfect ass.

Eddie bent down so he was at eye level with what he wanted. "Oh, baby," you hear Eddie whisper under his breath before placing a firm hand on each cheek. Moulding and massaging the muscle.

A small smack echoed in the quiet room when his hand came down and lightly hit your bottom, wanting to see it jiggle. You arched into the feeling. The Christmas party you were supposed to be getting ready for suddenly slipped your mind. The only thing consuming your thoughts was Eddie's strong hands on your body, and you wanted more.

"You like that baby girl? I can give you more. Just say the word." He hummed as he trailed a finger lightly down the seam of your pantyhose.

"Yes," it was small, but Eddie still heard it, allowing him to do what he's wanted since he met you.

You felt Eddie's lips graze over your covered pussy; you were already so wet it was seeping through the two thin layers of material that were covering what Eddie wanted most. His hot tongue licked a strip from your clit to your hole before humming into your centre.

"hmmm, I can already taste how ready you are for me…Tell me, baby, that's all for me? I did this to you?" he massaged his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Yes," you breathy sigh as you push back into Eddie's hand to create more friction.

"Now tell Eddie what it is you want?" He sat up and kissed the bare skin of your back right above your waistband.

"Please touch me," you sighed.

"Sucha good girl; I think you made it on the nice list this year." He praised as he cupped your wet heat. "But after what I'm about to do to you, I think you'll be on Santa's naughty list for sure," He growled in your ear before his fingers hooked into your tights, ripping them open and exposing your bare ass.

"Eddie!" you scolded. Those were the only pair you had left without any runs in them.

Eddie ignored you as he hooked a finger around your thong, moving your panties to the side. He was so fixated on your wet cunt being centimetres away from him.

He could smell your heat radiating; it was intoxicating. He took in the picture-perfect sight in front of him. Wanting to memorize every detail. Your pussy was so pretty, he committed it to memory.

Eddie didn't waste another second before diving in. He ate you like a man starved. His warm, wet tongue had you crying out with pleasure as it grazed your inner lips, to your throbbing clit, and back down again.

"Fuck this is the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted," Eddie said before giving your ass another light smack. You moaned with pleasure. The sensation only made you wetter.

"Eddie, please," You panted.

"I don't know, naughty girls don't get presents." Eddie slowly massaged your clit with his index finger as he teased your hole with the tip of his thick thumb.

"No! I'm a good girl; I've been such a good girl." You protested. Your cunt was throbbing as it clenched down onto nothing.

Eddie stood back up, his body towered over you, and you felt his arm wrap around your chest to help you stand up straight.

"Eddie, wha-" you were cut off, being spun around and pushed back onto the bed, only this time on your back.

You could see the sheen of your slick coating Eddie's chin as he glared down at you.

You slowly spread open your legs while you move your panties to the side. You let Eddie take you in before circling your swollen clit with a manicured finger, hoping to taunt Eddie into giving you what you wanted. You wanted all of him.

With this new angle, you could now see how strained his cock was in his jeans; the looked so tight around his waist you knew he was dying for some release.

"This is mine" Eddie smacked your hand away from your clit before replacing it with his own. "This is my pussy." he repeated.

"Then take it." You command.

You hadn't seen Eddie move so fast since you had known him. His pants were down in half a second before leaning down and plunging into you, bare.

You both let out screams of pleasure as Eddie entered you. Your hot, wet cunt felt so good wrapped around Eddie's long thick cock. It was hitting places inside of you that you hadn't known existed. It was like it was made for you.

"Oh my god, Eddie!" you cried as his cock continuously brushed the walls of your cunt. Each stroke built that feeling in your lower tummy.

"Take it, baby girl, you're gonna take all of it." He gritted through his teeth. His eyes concentrated on where his cock was disappearing inside of you. The delicious feeling of your cunt wrapped around him was too good to be true. His dream girl, beneath him, looking so cute and fucked out just for him. It had him almost cumming in seconds.

"You're doing so well, baby, taking me so good, I'll have to give you your present. You want that?" He chides, cupping your face with one large hand.

You nod your head dumbly, getting lost in the feeling of Eddie's cock and words.

"Say it, baby girl." His thrusts were getting harder and deeper.

"I want my present." you pout. God you were so fucked out you didn’t even know what you were saying.

"Good, just gotta cum for me first, then I'll fill you up nice and good." Eddie leans down to kiss you for the first time. You moan into his mouth while his tongue slips inside, and his fingers find your clit again.

The coil that built up in your lower tummy finally snaps, and you clench down on Eddie's cock, making it so much tighter to keep thrusting into.

"Fuuuuuuuuck baby girl, that's it; keep cumming on my cock, and you'll be back on the nice list." Eddie's hips kept pounding your sensitive cunt, prolonging your orgasm.

Your body jerked and spasmed under Eddie's weight before he finally came inside you.

"That's it, sucha good girl, you deserved every last drop." he slowly ground his hips into you, pushing his seed all the way in before pulling out.

You moaned at the loss of him inside of you.

"Don't worry, baby girl. you'll still have me in you." He winked before helping you stand up. He put your thong back over your pussy lips and helped you discard your ruined stockings, before zipping it up your dress.

You look at the clock on your bedside table.

"Fuck we are so late!" you rush to grab your coat, giving yourself a once over in the hallway mirror. Shit. All that time running to fix your hair and makeup was wasted. You look thoroughly fucked out.

"Eddie!" You whine, trying to fix your smudged red lipstick as Eddie hugs you from behind, kissing up the side of your neck.

"Sorry, can't help it. Need everyone to know that you're mine." His hand grazed behind you and cupped your cunt again. Feeling his cum that had now pooled in your underwear.

“Ok, I'm ready.” You sigh as you turn. It was like he had you under his spell. Eddie smirked with pride as he opened the door for you, only to see an angry Robin standing outside your door.

"You said you would be ten minutes!" She yelled before storming back to the running car she had been waiting in for the past twenty minutes.

Shit. Busted.

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aesthetically-dying101 · 26 days ago

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Law of Attraction (part 6; End)

A/N:hereeee we are. okay so misery, sad moments, angst with a happy ending, smut, this is wayyyy too long idk, i tried.

nanami is a menace, lowkey whore behaviour.

MINORS GO AWAY PLS, this is sfw, ending is smut tho so..

-protected sex (wrap ur shit up), cunnilingus, bit of body worship, light bondage, soft smut cause i didn't feel like writting them jumping each others bones, also might bad cause uhhh i don't write smut very often, also very unrealistic, but reality is boring so

Other parts: 1, 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

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The blaring of your alarm at 2:20 PM jolted you awake like a bucket of ice water. You shot up, bleary-eyed and disoriented, before the realization hit you: Nanami.

Coffee.

Oh shit.

You fumbled for your phone, swiping off the alarm with a groggy slap, and immediately cursed yourself. How had you slept so long? You barely had ten minutes. The panic set in quickly as you swung your legs over the bed and stumbled to your feet, tripping over the blanket that had cocooned you all night.

“Okay, okay, clothes.” You mumbled, yanking open a drawer with more force than necessary. What did people wear for casual, not-really-dates-but-kind-of hangouts? Sweatpants? No. Jeans? Probably. But you couldn’t find any clean ones because, of course, laundry day was overdue.

You finally settled on a pair of black sweatpants and an oversized band tee that was slightly wrinkled but still looked decent enough to not scream, I just woke up fifteen seconds ago.

You darted into the bathroom, scrubbing at your face with cold water in an attempt to wake up fully. The reflection staring back at you wasn’t great, but it wasn’t terrible either. You ran your fingers through your hair, hoping to tame it into something resembling presentable, and slapped on some lip balm for good measure.

Before you could overthink it, a knock sounded at the door.

Already? Your heart jumped, and you froze in place, staring at the door like it might bite you. “Coming!” you called out, your voice still raspy from sleep. You crossed the room, hoping it would cover any signs of how unprepared you were.

You opened the door to find Nanami standing there, holding two cups of coffee in a tray like some kind of saviour. His crisp shirt was slightly rumpled, and he had a soft, almost shy smile on his face that made your stomach flip.

“Good afternoon,” he said, his tone polite but warm, his eyes doing a quick sweep over you. If he noticed your rushed appearance, he didn’t say anything. “I brought coffee. Thought you might need it after the late night.”

You blinked, trying to shake off your grogginess, and stepped aside to let him in. “You’re a literal lifesaver,” you said, voice still gravelly. “Come in before I start crying over caffeine deprivation.”

He chuckled lightly as he stepped inside, and you tried not to melt at the sound. It was almost embarrassing how quickly your nerves turned to something softer when you were around him. But, God, it was Nanami. Could anyone blame you?

You stepped back to let him in, a tiny part of you aware that you probably looked like a walking disaster. But you couldn’t care about that right now.

Coffee.

Sweet, sweet coffee.

"Thanks," you said, your voice much too soft as you stared at the cups like they might solve all your problems—especially the big, glaring one that was currently standing awkwardly in your dorm. You’re not good enough for him. You’re not good enough for him.

“No problem,” he replied, setting the tray down on your desk and sitting on your bed like it was the most comfortable spot in the world. “You’ve been working hard. I thought you might need a little pick-me-up.”

You awkwardly shuffled in place, feeling your cheeks flush. Why are you being so nice to me? You wanted to ask, but it came out as an uncomfortable cough instead.

“So, uh…” you started, trying to sound casual even though your stomach was twisting like you’d just eaten a brick.

Nanami looked at you for a moment before setting his coffee cup down, his expression softening, almost like he was thinking carefully about his next words. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

Great. Talk.

You internally braced yourself. This could only go one of two ways: 1) Awkwardly or 2) Awkwardly with a side of rejection. You knew you weren’t going to like this.

His tone was calm, but there was an unmistakable seriousness in his eyes.

"I think I like you," he said. “Like... more than just as a friend. More than just a study partner, you know?”

And that’s when you froze.

Wait, what?

You blinked, your brain completely short-circuiting. He... liked you? Nanami Kento liked you? The guy who always looked so collected, so perfect, liked you?

You stared at him, completely speechless. And when the silence stretched on for too long, you started to feel like maybe you were the one who was living in some alternate reality.

“Are you—Are you sure? Like, really sure?” Your voice came out far too squeaky for your liking. Your mind kept replaying his words like some kind of broken record. Nanami likes you. Nanami likes you. Nanami...

“Yeah,” he continued, and you swore you could see a tiny blush creeping up on his face. “I like you. I know we’re different, but I really enjoy spending time with you. You’re interesting, and you’re funny, and—I—uh..."

He was rambling now. He was absolutely rambling, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop staring at him like he was some kind of strange, beautiful alien who had just landed on your planet.

“I mean, I—I’m sorry if that’s weird, or too forward, or—" He kept talking, clearly getting more flustered the longer you stood there, not saying anything. "It’s just that—well, I really like you. And if that makes you uncomfortable, I absolutely understand. If you need space, I will gladly do so."

You blinked again. Is this a prank?

The panic spread, cold and sharp.

The thought that maybe—just maybe—this was some elaborate joke crossed your mind, and you could feel your stomach sink.

“Wait,” you said, furrowing your brow, trying to make sense of it. “Are you messing with me? Like... am I being punked or something?”

And there it was—the worst case scenario—and now your insides felt like they were being twisted into knots. You could hear the growing unease in Nanami’s voice as he stammered, “No, I—wait, no, I’m not messing with you! I’m serious. I like you. Really. I wouldn’t—"

But you weren’t listening anymore. Your mind had already taken a sharp dive into the worst possible conclusion.

You took a step back, feeling like your heart was about to explode out of your chest, and Nanami looked like he was about to retreat, the awkwardness radiating off him in waves. "Maybe this is too much," he said, sounding uncertain. "I should just—"

Oh no.

You couldn’t let him leave. You couldn’t let this moment slip away. Your heart was pounding so loud in your ears, you didn’t even think twice before grabbing the tie of his shirt, pulling him toward you.

You kissed him.

It wasn’t slow or cautious. It wasn’t some perfectly timed moment from a rom-com. It was messy and desperate, and it tasted like the fear and adrenaline that had been surging through your body since the moment he’d walked through the door.

And when you pulled back, your lips were still buzzing with the kiss. You looked up at him—eyes wide, trying to read his face for any hint of... disappointment? Confusion? Whatever it was, it was gone in an instant when he looked at you.

You swallowed hard. “Sorry. I—uh, I’m just really bad at handling feelings and... stuff.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just stared at you, probably still trying to comprehend what had just happened.

But then, he smiled. Just the faintest little smile, as though he’d finally seen the truth.

“You’re not bad at anything,” he said softly, brushing a hand against your cheek before taking a small step back, his voice soft but steady. “You’re just you. And I like you. All of you.”

You blinked again, still trying to process.

"Wait-" You lifted your hand, putting the pads of your index and ring fingers against his oh so soft lips (you were never going to recover from this). "When's your next class??"

"In three hours."

And with that, you crashed against him again.

*-*

You could happily say Nanami Kento was also perfect at making out because DAMN, it made your head spin. This man was ridiculously perfect.

You watched as he shed his suit jacket- folding it neatly over your chair (nerd). You giggled to yourself, which made him lift a brow as he slooooowly begun to undo his tie (evil man, he knew what he was doing.)

"What?" He asked.

"You're folding your clothes."

"I am. Wouldn't want to get them wrinkled."

You snorted. "Right."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to hold back the smile that was threatening to break out. "Such a good little boy," you teased, watching as Nanami finished undoing his tie with deliberate slowness.

He paused for a second, glancing over at you with a raised brow.

"Well, I can't be running around like a mess," he said, his voice teasing, but his eyes sharp with amusement. "And you should try it sometime, you know. Not everything has to be chaos."

"Yeah, right. I like my chaos. It’s more fun."

Nanami finished with his cuffs, then gave you a pointed look, as if considering something. Slowly, he began unbuttoning his shirt, each movement deliberate, controlled—way too controlled. When his shirt was undone enough to reveal his white undershirt (yet the button up shirt wasn't completely off-urgh), he stopped and met your gaze. Tease.

“I think you should be more careful too,” he said, his voice lowering just a little, something a bit darker slipping into it. “I don’t want to see you getting too... messy."

You raised an eyebrow, wondering if you'd heard him right.

"Oh, you don’t want me to get messy, huh?" You asked, folding your arms, playing it off like it was no big deal, though your heart rate definitely picked up.

He smirked at your teasing, a glint of amusement in his eyes. But then, in that soft, but commanding voice that sent a shiver down your spine, Nanami suddenly said, “Sit. On the couch. Now.”

Your mouth went dry at the sudden shift in his tone. The command was low and certain, and you blinked at him in disbelief. Was he serious?

But one look at his face—serious, even the tiniest bit amused—and you knew he was. The heat that had began to pool, and suddenly you felt all too hot. You blinked again, and before you could even process it, you were standing up and making your way to the couch.

"What’s this? The couch?" you muttered to yourself, half-expecting to hear him laugh, but the way he was looking at you, his eyes intense, made it clear that wasn’t the joke here. His lips curled into a small, sly grin as you sat, and you could feel the heat creeping into your cheeks.

And then, with a deliberate, slow motion, he took his tie off completely. You watched in a mixture of awe and pure, unfiltered want as he turned the tie in his hands like it was a weapon, or something far more dangerous than it should be.

Your heart raced in your chest as you watched him walk toward you, your body tensing. You knew something was coming, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

First your shirt seemed to simply de-materialise from your body.

Gone.

His gaze paused at your chest, his eyebrow quirked ever so slightly at your pierced nipples.

"Piercing trifecta." You squeaked. A joke? Really? Now? "Cause it makes a triangle, y'know? The nipple piercings and the belly button?"

He paused in front of you, ignoring your dumb joke, his gaze never leaving yours as he casually draped the tie over your wrists. What?

"Nanami, what are you—" you started, but he was already securing the knot, expertly binding your wrists together with the soft fabric of his tie. Your brain short-circuited as you blinked up at him, your pulse skipping wildly.

“Relax,” he said quietly, his voice a velvet purr now that made your insides melt, and you could’ve sworn the world stopped spinning as his hands hovered over your wrists. "I’m not going to hurt you."

Oh, you knew that.

But you were still blushing so hard it felt like your face was on fire. It was so unexpected. So much more than you ever expected.

His eyes were watching you intently, and you could see how deliberate his actions were.

He knew.

He knew how much he was affecting you right now, and the worst part was... you couldn't even stop it.

You bit your lip, trying to keep it together, but you couldn’t help the small whimper that slipped out when you tugged at your bound wrists, the fabric holding you in place.

Oh shit.

Nanami’s smirk grew, and you hated how much you loved it. You immediately ducked your head behind your hands, desperate to hide your red face.

This is too much, you thought to yourself. Way too much.

But then Nanami knelt down in front of you, his tie still secured around your wrists. His voice was soft, gentle, almost... teasing. “I knew it,” he murmured. "You like being told what to do. To have someone else take the lead."

You almost choked on your own spit.

"I—" You cut yourself off, a flurry of words tangled in your head. You couldn’t even make a joke to deflect. The intense heat in your face was enough to make you want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

And Nanami was just sitting there, the most confident man you’d ever met, and somehow, you could feel his words hitting you like a punch.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice so close now, you could feel the warmth radiating from him. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want.”

But your pulse was already racing. God, what is happening to me right now? You stared up at him in complete silence for what felt like a lifetime. Is he joking? Am I being pranked?

Nanami, sensing your hesitance, seemed to falter for a moment. The playful edge in his eyes softened, and suddenly, there was a nervous, unsure shift in him. His hands moved to loosen the tie, but before he could, you grabbed it—your grip tightening, pulling him closer.

You couldn’t help it. You just... couldn’t. Your body moved without you thinking, and you kissed him.

And God, it was so much more than you expected. Nanami’s lips were soft, firm, and you could taste the sweetness of his breath as his hands gently cupped your face. The kiss deepened, and you felt like you were melting into him, your earlier confusion forgotten in an instant.

You had no idea what was happening, but whatever it was, you were pretty sure you didn’t want it to stop.

When you two separated, Nanami had to stop himself from laughing.

"You look.. frazzled."

You blinked.

"That's your dirty talk?" You blurted out, as if the butterflies in your stomach weren't currently competing on which one of them could do the most cartwheels.

Nanami's lips twitched, clearly fighting back a laugh as he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin.

“No,” he murmured, voice dropping into something lower, smoother, “that was an observation.”

You blinked again, your brain short-circuiting for the second time tonight. Observation? Who says that after a kiss like that? A kiss that had your pulse doing Olympic-level gymnastics and your knees threatening to give out?

"What do you want me to say? I'm not here to impress you with words, (Y/N). I'm here to make you feel it."

God, this man was insufferable. But in the best possible way. Your heart raced, your brain scrambled for a response, but the butterflies in your stomach were wild, flipping and spinning in all directions.

Huh, maybe they're in a blender.

"You're really playing it cool, huh?" you tried to tease, trying to take back some control. "What are you, some kind of sex god or something?"

The words came out sharper than you intended, as if you were daring him to make a move—though part of you was regretting that challenge the moment it left your lips. Nanami’s eyes darkened slightly, a devilish grin curling on his lips, and in the blink of an eye, he grabbed you by the waist, lifting you off the couch without any warning.

You let out a startled laugh, half-shocked, half-amused, but before you could say a word, he plopped you down on the bed with an ease that made your stomach do an even bigger flip.

“Wha—” You blinked up at him, eyes wide in surprise. “Excuse me? Did you just—”

He hovered over you, that smirk still playing on his lips, but now it was filled with an intense heat.

"You think I'm a 'sex god'?" he asked, throwing your words right back at you, in a voice that was dangerously smooth. "Let me show you what I can do."

Your mouth went dry.

That teasing edge in his voice? The confident way he just dropped you onto the bed like you were nothing more than a feather?

Yeah, you definitely miscalculated this one. You could feel the weight of his presence pressing down on you as he leaned closer, and suddenly, you weren’t so sure of yourself anymore.

He leant down and kissed you again, this time it was a bit sweeter, as if to say "Chill, everything will be fine."

You weren’t sure when your pants had disappeared, but somehow you were left in nothing but your underwear, tits out, heart racing, and, well—distracted. Completely distracted by the sight in front of you.

The fucker had started to strip, removing his annoyingly perfect shirt.

He was lean but built—muscles defined without being overdone, the kind of body that came from actual discipline, not just some casual gym session. And damn, did it look good on him.

And you, like a dumbfounded deer, just sat there on the bed, staring. Staring at every inch of his defined chest, the sharp lines of muscle that stretched over his broad frame. Holy hell, you thought, your mouth drying. This man was... insane.

“You work out,” you blurted, completely unable to stop yourself. “What the fuck.”

You had to give yourself some credit for the fact that it was the first thing that came out of your mouth. In your defence, the man was a literal god of muscle and structure.

And maybe it was the moment, or the nerves, but you could’ve sworn you were glued to him—everything about his body was... insane.

Sculpted.

Toned in ways that made your brain short-circuit. His chest, his arms, the way his muscles flexed when he moved—it was like he belonged in a museum or something.

"You're cute when you're surprised," he said, his voice a quiet, sweet, low murmur.

But, God, you were still processing.

"I—" You stammered, heart racing, mind spinning. "You didn’t—"

He raised an eyebrow, cutting you off before you could finish your sentence. “Didn’t expect me to look like this?” he asked, his voice low, almost dangerous.

You couldn’t help the flush creeping up your neck. "I—uh, no. Not really."

Fucker removed his pants and.. just stood there in his boxers- books. There was tiny books on his boxers.

Is awooga? A good descriptive?

Because that's how you felt.

"Stop." You blurted out. And he did, a bit of concern in his eyes.

"Is everything-"

"Oh yeah. Just uh..." Your eyes racked over his half naked body and he chuckled. "Do you keep your glasses on? During sex I mean?"

That took him by surprise.

"Like don't they fog up?" As if your clarification was going to help anyone.

He looked genuinely intrigued by your curiosity, but there was a glint in his eyes that suggested he wasn’t exactly offended by your bluntness.

"Fogged up?" he repeated, his voice low and teasing. "I suppose they could, but I’ve never had that problem."

You blinked, and you were temped to snicker and call him a whore. But hey. No judgement here.

You fumbled, trying to cover your tracks.

"I mean, it just seems like they would. You know, all the... uh, movement and stuff. I don't know how people keep them on."

Nanami’s smirk deepened as he leaned in closer again, his breath warm against your skin.

"Well, I don’t think I’ve ever had an issue with them being in the way. Besides," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, "I think I can focus just fine with or without them."

He grabbed your still bound hand, easily undoing the knot- only the just tie your wrist to the wooden headboard.

"Still okay?" He whispered.

How could he be so horrendously hot.

You nodded enthusiastically.

"Words." He basically growled.

"Yeah it's okay." You squeaked almost immediately, he smiled affectionately and pecked your cheek.

"Good. Tell me if I go too far okay?"

"Yup. Yep. Mhm."

He nipped down your jaw- fuck Aiko was so gonna know.

"Still with me?" He asked when he got to the level of your chest. He had been eyeing your piercings with interest. He brushed the pad of his thumb against your pierced nipple and you sucked in a sharp breath.

You nodded, and he opened his mouth to reprimand you but:

"Yes. Yes Kento I'm still with you."

Nanami hummed in content and you could've just died. His soft lips kissed over your heart, and your face was on fire. But hey, a pretty man was touching your tits, so.. heat pooled in your lower stomach.

His tongue slipped out and flicked the underside of your breast. His mouth moved lower to kiss and bite along your side. He wanted to pay attention to every part of you, even the bruised flesh from the stab. Everything about you was beautiful to him.

"So alluring.." He murmured and you tried so hard not to laugh but..

"Kento- what??" You snickered. "Oh c'mon, alluring?"

Nanami lifted a brow, "What is up with you and my choice of words?"

"You sound like a nerd trying to flirt, t's terrible." You grinned. Nanami clicked his tongue in mock annoyance, softly biting your supple flesh, you gave him a falsely appalled look.

You watched, getting somehow more flustered by the second as Nanami made his way down, down, he paused, looking up at you:

"I-Woah- Are you sure-"

You groaned loudly: "Kento-god why -"

"You're quite red."

You blinked, and you simply wanted to shrink into your bed.

"Well.. so what?"

Nanami chuckled, his thumbs hooked in your underwear, he tapped his pointer fingers against your hips, signalling for you to lift your hips, which you did.

And phwoop, there goes your underwear.

"You're so beautiful." He murmured, he kissed the soft of your lower belly. You stuttered a bit, opening and closing your mouth like an idiot.

"I got you okay?"

"Mhm-y-yeah. Wait- are.. uh. are you like..?"

Nanami tilted his head, his breath warm against your sensitive folds:

"Going to eat you out? Yes. If you allow me of course."

The way he spoke made you want to explode.

With horniness obviously.

His eyes never once looked away, watching how your body moved. His lips pressed against your thighs with a sweet kiss on each.

"Uh.. yeah sure if-"

And you sighed softly as you felt his mouth on your heat and goddammit that man was just as talented at speeches and at eating you out.

"Fucking hell-" You gasped out.

Nanami chuckled and your arms struggled against the bonds. God you wanted to touch him. You couldn't care about anything else in the world, not when he was twisting his tongue as far as he could up your way-too- wet cunt. His hands were rubbing your thighs gently, running over your soft skin. His tongue probed your opening and teased at you.

Nanami's tongue went back inside, tasting and rubbing in just the right spots. His hands continued to grip your thighs and hold your legs open.

You were all he ever wanted. Nanami kept up his slow pace, letting you relax in the feeling. (And yes, his glasses had fogged up ever so slightly).

"Fuck-Kento.. ah-"

"Still with me?" He purred as he nipped at the soft of your thigh. You nodded furiously, gulping:

"Yeah, yeah- god you're so-" Your sentence died into a moan, that evil, evil man dragged his ring finger from your lower stomach, over your clit and into your folds with a soft wet noise, filling you out so very perfectly.

"Ah.. fuck.."

After a few more minutes, Nanami started to feel you tighten around him. He kept up his movements and licked a little harder but still slow.

Smug bastard grinned.

Every taste of you added fuel to the fire in his gut. He presses a kiss to your clit as he added a second finger.

But it's fine, it's fine.

"God you're so pretty f'me." He groaned, sounding like a starved man eating cake.

Nope. Not fine. Holy shit.

He doesn't stop, kissing- fuck even nibbling your clit, his fingers moving perfectly. His right hand was the one working into you, all while his left hand kept your hips angled in a damn bruising hold.

"Ah-" You barely managed to gasp out.

Nanami felt you tighten around his fingers, and with a finally press of his soft fucking lips against your clit, you whined. The tension inside you snapped, it wasn't a crashing orgasm, it was soft and warm and.. so.. Nanami- who gave a soft groan as he lapped up your essence with his tongue, licking you through the aftershocks.

Once your breathing had slowed, Nanami pressed a few last teasing kisses along your inner thighs before looking up at your face. His own eyes were full of lust, but his expression was soft as he looked into your eyes.

"Fuck you're stunning." He murmured, popping those two fingers in his mouth, licking them clean. "Still with me?"

You nodded, desperatly, "Uh.. yeah- fuck you're good."

Nanami snickered, but smiled softly:

"Thank you, pretty. You're too kind."

You traced the vein that ran down his forearm with your eyes, like some greek sculpture-god you wanted to bite him. He frowned ever so slightly:

"I.. I'm afraid that's all I can do. Or I can eat you out again if you wish."

You blinked.

"Huh?"

"I didn't come to your dorm expecting to have sex so I didn't bring a condom-"

You stared at him for a second then let out a breathy laugh:

"Oh that's it? I thought you were saying you weren't hard anymore-"

He looked shocked, "Never-"

"Let me finish my sentence-there's a pack in my nightstand, since you've so nicely tied me to the bed, please get them."

Nanami, like a perfect little soldier, did exactly that. He stood and-oh. Oh he was that.. hard. God. Okay. What the fuck.

And then boom.

No more boxers and oh-.

Oh no.

Not fair.

"What the fuck Kento." Was the only thing you could even think of saying, because genuinely- whose dick is that pretty??? He blinked, looking down then back up, poor man looked unsure of himself-almost.. ashamed.

"I must admit, I've had better reactions-"

"No! Nonono-not what I meant-.. but.. like.." You sighed, letting out a small laugh, "You have a very pretty dick."

It was true.

And the worse part? Everything about him was so damn pretty, he has a small happy trail-it was all so neat.

Your wrists dug into the soft fabric of his tie. God you wanted to touch him so fucking bad.

"Oh.. well I.. groom quite a lot-"

You groaned, loudly. "Pleassseeeee lemme give you head-"

"No."

"But-"

"I will cum imidietely so no. I'd like to make you cum at least once more." He paused as he took the condom out of the wrapper, lifting a brow, "Pink and glittery?"

You pressed your lips in a fine line.

"Listen. Don't judge- and it was Aiko's idea."

"Of course." Nanami sighed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, then his teeth bit lightly along your neck, leaving love bites everywhere they could. One of his hands moved from your hip to slide between your bodies. His long, cool fingers rubbed against your heat and did a little spread motion.

"You're so perfect for me," he murmured against your skin. Nanami kept his hips pressed close to yours so his length would rub through your folds, your wetness leaking all over him.

You had to bite the inside of your cheeks as Nanami's fingers continued their ministrations, and his thumb began to rub teasing circles over your clit.

You mewled softly, still pretty damn sensitive after that first orgasm.

He pressed the head against your heat and slowly slid inside. Nanami bit his lip to hold back a loud moan and his jaw clenched as he fought to restrain himself. His breathing became short and ragged as he filled you to absolute perfection. Your pussy made slight squelching sound, every curve of his cock fitting snugly.

"F-fuck, you're amazing," he gasped. "So pretty- so perfect."

He moved, gently thrusting in and out, short, shallow thrusts that simply were sending you to heaven. Nanami panted, resting his forehead against yours. From here you could see the delicate eyeslashes, the way they batted ever so slighty at ever movement, ever gasp.. fuck this was heaven?

You had died and gone to heaven. Must be it.

You took a deep breath in, and he readjusted himself, and you let out a manic giggle. He looked at you curiously- flushed, but curious.

"What?"

"Fuck I've got the greatest view on this planet." You answered, almost dreamily, your eyes racking up his body in appreciation. "I don't think I'll ever get over how hot you are."

Nanami chuckled, his hips still moving in shallow thrusts, letting you accommodate for his.. size.

"I could say the same for you sweetheart."

Nanami was struggling to breathe properly, but he gritted his teeth. Of course he did. His face and heaving chest fucking flushed. Oh he looked so pretty.

His hands went from your hips, up to your waist, to your chest, touching everything he could.

He rolled his hips a bit more and thats when your mind simply.. went blank. You felt nothing but a warm, fuzzy feeling, that completely overtook you.

"S'pretty.." You barely heard Nanami mumble as he picked up the pace. Your jaw went slack, the rough pad of his thumb toyed with already sensitive clit.

Your entire body seemed to be following his lead, it felt so damn good. The warm, buzzing feeling intensified, your thighs squeezed around his hips and he chuckled:

"Feels good?"

"M'yeah.." You nodded, your arms straining against the tie knot again, his pace wasn't fast, but fuck he was going deep- paired with how much he was touching your clit, you weren't far from another orgasm.

"Oh sweatheart you're squeezing me so hard.." Nanami mumbled, his hips snapping against yours a bit harder, the sound of skin on skin was getting louder- harder.

"Should've told you sooner-ah. M'sorry pretty girl." He mumbled, looking down at you- eh, mostly your tits, he was mesmerised.

You didn't have the brain capacity to answer, your thoughts were completely blank, and this smug evil little shit kept hitting that same spot, again and again and again-

"Fuuckkk, you're close pretty?"

You blinked up at him, barely registering, but after a beat, you nodded. His hold on your hips was bruising, his left hand felt almost searing against your already flushed skin.

But a pinch to your clit made you refocus-how mean.

"Yeah- yeah." You chocked out. You knew he could tell, your walls were already twitching around him, squeezing him, as if you were trying to memorise his shape, every vein, every inch of him.

His left hand slammed on the headboard, near your bound hands and oh- the absolutly amazing view of him, panting, flushed, and look at that body.

But before you could try to even say anything, he kissed you, a messy, desperate kiss, his teeth nipping your bottom lip.

And his cruel right hand kept working on your clit, every moan, whimper or groan he swallowed completely, it felt like he was everywhere at once.

The orgasm that he tore out of you felt like your consciousness had literally been ripped from your body for a solid couple seconds. You were aware he came quickly after you, strangled groans against your lips, but barely so.

"...?"

You blinked, barely aware he had just spoken.

"Huh?" You gasped out. He tiredly chuckled, resting his forehead against yours.

"I asked if you were okay, you were looking quite spacey on me."

"M'good, great even."

He let a breathy laugh against you, he pressed a quick kiss against your lips. "Thank you sweetheart." He murmured.

"Hm? What for?"

"Just.. you." He answered, kissing your cheek. He pulled away, his hands quickly undoing the tie knot that had kept your hands bound. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No, not at all." You answered as he checked your wrists for any harm. He kissed the inside of each of your wrists. He stood, and you winced a little as he slipped out of you.

"Sorry." He immediately said as he saw you wince. "Are you-"

"M'fine Ken, don't worry."

He offered his hand, which you gladly took, he helped you to your small shower, he rolled the door open.

"How warm do you like your showers?"

"Hot." You answered, your legs honestly felt numb and shaky.

"Great." Nanami snorted. He turned the knobs, and gestured for you to get in, which you did, he followed closely behind... and ironically, his frame took everything up. You giggled a bit, your cheeks still flushed. He tilted his head, silently asking what.

You shook your head, simply enjoying the hot water. Nanami seemed to be wanting to stay as far as possible from the water.

"Hydrophobic are you?" You asked, looking over your shoulder.

"I'm enjoying the view and anyways, that water of yours is boiling."

You rolled your eyes, turning around. "You men are so sensitive."

Nanami chuckled, watching you carefully as you soaped him up. Your hands running over his muscles and ooooh he was so very pretty.

"Lavender soap?"

"Yup." You popped the p.

The shower was rather short, you tugged some sweatpants and a shirt on. You watched him go through his little rituals, but he still looked somewhat.. frazzled.

"Lookin' frazzled Kento." You noted. "You sure you gonna go to class like that?"

"I'm quite sure, wouldn't want to miss class." Nanami's eyebrow quirked at the word. "Frazzled huh? Copycat."

Nanami chuckled softly as you stuck your tongue out at him, the glint of your piercing catching the light. He finished buttoning up his shirt, looking infuriatingly put together despite the mess you'd just made of each other.

Meanwhile, you were standing there in your sweats, suddenly hyper-aware of the lines of your body under the shirt and his lingering gaze.

The doubts crept in like unwelcome guests. Was that... it?

He was calmly buttoning up his shirt, moving with that infuriatingly composed grace, as if the two of you hadn’t just… well. Fucked.

Meanwhile, you were a mess.

Overthinking everything, running through every possible scenario in your head. Did this mean something? Was this just a one-time thing for him? He was too polite to say it outright if it was, wasn’t he?

You bit your lip, trying to steady yourself.

“So… uh.” You crossed your arms, leaning against the dresser. “This was… nice.”

Nice? Really? That’s the best you’ve got?

Nanami glanced over, his lips twitching slightly like he was holding back a smile. He paused, his gaze locking on yours. He tilted his head, studying you, and before you could second-guess your choice of words, he was stepping closer. His hands—big, warm, and annoyingly perfect—cupped your face gently.

“Nice?” he repeated, voice soft but teasing. “That’s all you’ve got to say?”

“Well, yeah, I mean…” You avoided his gaze, feeling heat creep up your neck. “I don’t really know where we—what this…” You trailed off, floundering, feeling like an idiot.

He cut you off with a kiss, silencing the storm of thoughts in your head with the simple press of his lips. It was gentle, reassuring, and left you breathless.

When he pulled back, he pressed a second kiss to your forehead, lingering there like he was trying to tell you something without words.

“Date night tonight,” he said softly, his voice steady and full of certainty. “Whatever you want.”

You blinked, caught completely off guard. “Wait, what?”

“Date night,” he repeated, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You pick. I’ll be there.”

Your heart felt like it might actually explode. “Are you serious?”

He arched an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Of course. Unless you’d rather not?”

“No! I mean, yes! I mean—” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I’m messing this up, aren’t I?”

Nanami chuckled, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “You’re not messing anything up.” He kissed the corner of your mouth, soft and sweet. “Seven o’clock?”

You nodded, unable to trust yourself to speak without tripping over your words again.

He stepped back, picking up his bag like it was just any other day, but the warmth in his gaze said otherwise. “I’ll see you then.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving you standing there, heart pounding and mind racing.

You blinked as the silence filled the room, you turned on your heels and fuck your room was a mess, especially the bed, you definitely needed to change the sheets-

BAM!

Your door slammed open with the kind of force that made you jump.

"Okay, fucking spill.”

Aiko stood there, wild-eyed and practically vibrating with excitement.

“Aiko,” you sighed, hand flying to your chest in an attempt to slow your heart. “I love you, but I’m this close—” You pinched your fingers together for emphasis. “—to having a heart attack.”

She ignored you entirely, storming into the room and slamming the door shut behind her.

“He left, like, two seconds ago,” she hissed, “and you’re just standing here?! Explain. Now. Everything. Did you two—” She wiggled her eyebrows in the most suggestive way possible.

“Yes, we did, okay? And now we have a date tonight, and I think I’m going to spontaneously combust before then.”

Aiko gasped like she’d just been handed the best gossip of her life. “A date? Oh my god, you’re finally becoming a normal human being!”

You threw a pillow at her. “Shut up and help me clean, or I’m canceling it.”

She cackled but started gathering the scattered clothes anyway. “Fine, but you’re telling me everything while we do this.”

You sighed. It was going to be a long afternoon.

A/N: im so sorry idk how to write smut, tbh i was hella tempted to just write: they fucked. the end. Idk if i'll write smut again, this is bad

#nanami x reader #jjk nanami #fluff #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #jujutsu nanami #jjk #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #kento nanami #nanami smut #nanami kento x you #jjk au #smut #aesthetically dying101

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creative-caramel-coffee · 1 year ago

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I think I expressed my self terribly wrong sorry!

So basically reader is sick but maybe the team doesn’t realise and they do things unintentionally that make reader even more sick (like leaving the windows open, telling her to go buy something or I don’t know) until Wanda and Nat have enough and realise that reader is sick and tell the team to stop

-🦜

Stubborn and Sick

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1K

Summary: Your sick and stubborn, but you also can’t back down from a challenge. What happens when Tony gets involved?

TW: sickness, fever, almost kinda fainting? (Idk), bread slander, fever induced vertigo, headache etc.

A/n Hehehe bread slander. Grains and seeds sucks so bad. I don’t care if its healthy it tastes like chunky cardboard. White bread and whole meal all the way peeps.

You were stubborn. It was a fact, and everyone knew it. So, when you got sick after falling in a frozen lake on the last mission Wanda and Nat decided to wait until you came to them for help instead of trying everything to convince you to let them help you.

The rest of the team however was more than a little blind when it came to other people's needs, not for lack of trying but more so because they were dense, and not just in terms of muscles.

You stood in the kitchen, the fever you had managed to develop this morning was throwing you for a loop. You were making some toast, hoping you would be able to deal with that at least. Your throat hurt so bad and there was a dull headache settling in for the long run it seemed.

You probably shouldn’t have stayed up all night trying to finish the mission report for fury. But tony had bed you a hundred bucks he would finish his before you did, and you weren’t one to back down from easy money.

You finished buttering the toast and patted the cash in your pocket and smiled to yourself. Turning to put the knife in the sink to clean later the world spun. You staggered a bit and held onto the bench with both hands leaning against it heavily.

“Damn this stupid fever” you muttered. When you vision cleared you deposited the knife and went back to the plate. Picking it up and setting out for your room. Your muscles hurt and your head hurt more. You had barely made it three feet down the hall when you heard a voice from the kitchen.

“Who ate all the bread?” It was Clint so you hightailed it out of there, knowing if he found it was you, he would send you to buy more. And you were pretty sure a trip to the shops would kill you at this point. Alas, fate was not on your side today. Being sick you were clumsy and slow due to the fever. Needless to say, Clint caught you easily. He scowled at the toast you were holding.

“I wanted a sandwich.” He grumbled. At this point tony walked past.

“Whats up Legolas?” Tony chirped probably hyped up on coffee and energy drinks.

“L/n here ate all the bread.” He said still scowling at the toast.

“Then it seemed fair she goes to buy more.” Tony grinned, “I know she has the money for it.” You glared at him.

“Fine.” You growled. So, despite the pounding headache and sore muscles, the fever and growing ache in your knees and back you submitted.

You huffed and nibbled on the toast before leaving it on the desk. As you left the room you shot the delicious toast a mournful longing look. It simple sat and waited.

The shops were awful to say the least. The lights hummed which hurt your head and the brightness hurt your eyes. Parts of you hurt that you didn’t know existed let alone could feel. You slouched and shuffled down the bread aisle. There were so many different types. You grabbed the first one you saw when a sudden wave of vertigo hit, and you stumbled like you had in the kitchen. Leaning against the shelf and closing your eyes.

Yelena was in town and so her and Nat were having a movie night, and as all good movie nights need, they were out getting snacks. So, you can imagine Natasha’s surprise when she saw you looking just about ready to pass out in the bread aisle. She wasted no time rushing to your side and steadying you with her hands on your shoulders.

“Y/n? Y/n!” She said patting you lightly on the cheek. You were very pale and seemed only mildly lucid at best.

Nat took the bread from your hands and shoved it in Yelena’s direction who took it and inspected it.

“Grains and seeds?” She mumbled. “Gross.” She shoved it back on the shelf and picked up a loaf of white bread.

“Y/n/n i need you to open your eyes for me sweetheart.” She said and you mumbled something incoherent.

“What was that love?” Nat asked feeling your forehead with the back of her hand. You were way too hot and defiantly running a high fever.

“I said m sick natty. ‘N i don’ feel good.” You slurred and Natasha looked around to Yelena before realising she had gone to buy the bread for you. She didn’t know why you wanted it but if it was worth almost dying for, she would buy it for you. After all you were dating her sister.

Nat scanned you up and down deciding that this had gone on for too long. In a gentle movement she scooped you into her arms and you tiredly rested your head on her chest eyes still shut and muttering nonsense. Yelena and Nat met at the register and the three of you headed back to the compound. Being an avenger Nat did receive too many odd looks for carrying her very pale and sick looking girlfriend through the shopping centre.

On the way back Yelena done with you in the back on Nat’s lap. She was fanning you with her hands in a fruitless attempt to cool you down. She had dialled Wanda who was going to meet them in your shared room with supplies and a wet cloth for you.

Nat easily carried you out of the car and back to the room. Wanda took your temperature and Yelena went to put the bread in the kitchen slightly thrown off by her sister being so domestic all of a sudden.

Your temperature as expected was far too high and so they went about cooling you down with a cloth and fever reducers. After a bit you were asleep with Wanda and Natasha laid beside you careful not to add too much extra heat to your already furnace-like temperature.

You rested and it was simple to say that Nat’s movie night gained an extra two people. Well … one witch and a half dead, half sick and fully asleep avenger.

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 6 months ago

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Hi! I saw your post that requests are open and I checked out your guidelines! It seems you and I have the same favs

May I request a Hunter x fem!reader, on Pabu, before the eplilouge but after the finale. I don't really have a specific idea, but maybe something like the two of them sitting on a back porch swing or something, watching as their kids play.

Maybe Hunter talking about how he never thought he'd ever have this and couldn't be happier?

Just some heavy fluff and cuddling and babies and anything that makes a fangirl screech.

Don't have an idea for a chapter name, maybe something like "Something Just Like This" idk, I have that song stuck in my head so.

Thats all! Bye!

Something Just Like This

Hunter x Reader

Summary- After getting your happy ending, you spend some needed down time with Hunter. Oh, and your two kids! This is a part 3 to 'Marry Me?' (Could be read by itself)

Part One right here! And Part Two right here!

A/N- Thank you so much for requesting, Hun! Hope you like it! I LOVED this request, happy endings and babies are my fav!!!!

Word Count- 1,804

Your first pregnancy terrified Hunter to the core.

He knew you would make a fantastic mom, that was for sure. He was just worried that he would find fault. Not only that, but the many complications that naturally came with birth, The Empire, if the baby would have a genetic mutation- His list went on and on.

At the end of the day, he was assured by his brothers, Omega, the citizens of Pabu (Especailly the doctors), and most importantly you.

He figured that no matter how big of a so-called, 'screw up' he was, you were there to balance him out. Even though you assured him everyday.

He had actually figured out the pregnancy before you. Almost exactly three years after your wedding, he awoke to an uneasy feeling. He was sure it was his heightened senses. He couldn't place what, but something was different about you.

His mind Immediately went to some kind of illness, were you sick? Did you have a disease? He scared himself.

Upon him intensively listening to your heartbeat, your smell, your feel- he heard it. Coming from your abdomen, undeniably. The most quiet sound he had ever picked up on. Your baby's heartbeat, it was so gentle...

It took only a few minutes of pondering. Wait for you to find out on your own? No, he would feel as if he were lying. Get a doctor to confirm first? No, he was sure what he heard. Surprise you at breakfast? No, he couldn't wait that long.

He took a deep inhale for confidence, then spoke your name. A light hand to your shoulder to wake you.

"Hm?" You called out, now awake, but eyes closed.

"I have something to tell you." His voice sounded almost giddy. Very unlike him. This prompted you to open your eyes.

"What?" You look at him deeply, never getting used to his rugged hair, his dark eyes, his sharp features... You felt so lucky to be married to him.

He bit back a smile, placing a hand just under your belly button. At first, you thought he woke you for a completely different activity.

"Maybe later, I'm tired..."

He gave a deep laugh, "No, no, not that."

"Then what?" You chuckled out, completely ignorant.

He lowered himself, shuffling to his head was at your stomach. "I can hear our baby..."

He presses his cheek and ear flat onto you. "Our baby?" You asked, confused.

To this day, when you both joke about the story, you blame drowsiness for your stupidity.

"You're pregnant, I can hear them inside you..." He pressed his lips down, kissing your belly.

This fully woke you up really fast, realization hitting you. You propped yourself up on your elbows, "I'm pregnant!"

You were overjoyed, a child was something you both talked about for months. It was perfect timing.

Of course Omega would always be your first child, you loved her as if she was your biological daughter. But a baby! This was so exciting for both of you.

You pushed yourself up, wrapping your arms around Hunter. He easily caught you, his own arms going in for a hug.

With your face pressed into his neck, "Are you 100% sure?" You meekly asked.

"Unless last nights dinner is still alive, I'm definitely sure."

You threw the two of you back on the bed, a fit of giggles and joy overtaking you.

Your sweet baby boy, Tech. Named after Hunters fallen brother.

He looked just like his father, brown hair, deep eyes, a sharp nose. You were a little annoyed that he didn't look anything like you, you were the one who did all the hard work!

You quickly got over it once you saw Hunter hold him for the first time. They looked exactly like father and son. You couldn't be happier.

Tech was now six years old, his personality replicating yours. Oh, and your second child- Kori, was approaching two. Kori was a little more on the rough side, she took after her father in trait. This time, you managed to give her your hair. Though, Hunters deep brown eyes stuck again.

You watched Tech run around with his new toy- a sling shot that Crosshair had gifted him. 'Very fitting....' You thought.

It was calming to watch him set his stuffed animals up, then shoot them off of the fence. A kind of practice range. Worry escaped you, you and Hunter had plenty of land behind your home on Pabu. It was a beautiful green field, a perfect view of the sunset from your back porch.

That is where you sat on your porch swing, keeping a watchful eye on Tech. Kori was getting to the age where she wanted to do things on her own, so you also kept an eye on her as she sat on the wooden porch a few feet to the left of you. She was fiddling with a Lula doll she got for her second birthday.

You busied your hands sewing a blanket, your fingers working mindlessly.

You only turned around when you heard the back door creak open, you needed to fix it- but the squeak meant someone you loved was near. So maybe you wouldn't...

Hunter shut the door behind him, coming up to you.

With the same smile he's had since you two met, he spoke, "Hello beautiful, mother of my children, love of my life, Wi-"

You interrupted him, "No need for flattering, I already said 'I do'." You snickered, pulling your needle up.

"Mhm, and I will spend everyday thanking you for it." He bent down to give you a quick kiss.

Tech, upon seeing his father, rushed up to greet him.

"Papa!" Tech was met by Hunter picking him up under the arms, and spinning him around. You smiled at the interaction, then got back to work sewing.

After a few words exchanged between father and son, Hunter turned to Kori.

"Why don't you take your sister and show her how you play with your new toy." He suggested, Tech bounced over to his sister. It was adorable to watch him grab Kori's tiny hand, slowly helping her up and off the porch.

He settled into the swing next to you leaning back with a sigh.

"How was work?" You asked, like you did every day.

It wasn't truly called 'work.' You had just settled on that term.

"Fine, just a couple citizens arguing." He said, closing his eyes, arms folding across his chest.

"Oh? What about?" You inquired, pressing your needle back into the cloth. You also made sure to peek up at the children.

"Well one didn't understand why certain fruits went out of season- angry we didn't have any Fuji Berries."

You were amused, "Those don't even grow on Pabu."

"That's what I tried to tell him!" He exaggerated. "At least it was a boring day, I'd rather that then something serious happening."

"You mean you don't miss running for your life everyday?" You tease, shuffling so your side touched his.

"Yeah, that'd definitely be fun with two kids in tow." He teased right back.

You were prepared to banter back and forth, but Hunter opened his eyes for a more serious comment.

"Ya know, I still can't believe this..."

He turned and looked you in the eyes, you set your sewing project down.

"Us?" You asked.

"No, well, yes. I mean all of this... Tech, Kori, you, Pabu. We're all safe. Finally... It's almost, weird, if I'm being honest." At his words you leaned to his chest, he welcomed you with an arm around you.

"We're all here Hunter... Because of you... You made this all possible." You reassured him.

He shook his head, "No, you did. No one else could make he half as happy as you make me. You created my two balls of sunshine. You are here with me."

Touched by his words, you lean up for a kiss. His lips meet yours slowly, basking in every second.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum." He spoke, leaning back in for a second kiss.

The second you part you reciprocate his words, "I love you too..."

You reach for his hand that was by your hip, grasping it. "You wanna thank me for something else too?" You smugly asked.

Him, with scrunched eyebrows, "And what is that, princess?"

"Our third baby..." You press his hand flat to your abdomen.

He perks up immediately, "Are you serious?"

With a laugh, you nod your head.

"But, how? I should have been able to hear, I-" It was true that Hunter could probably hear the baby's heartbeat. But you had made sure to have your back to him while sleeping, wake up before him, kept him busy in the mornings, and occupied him with the children as of late.

"I've been very careful at tracking my blood, and I guess you could say Mothers Instinct. I have been through this before." You looked up at him, "Are you happy?"

"Am I happy? Of course! I just... I can't believe you found out before me..." It was true that Hunter prided himself in being able to notice the slightest of change in you. How could he have missed your third child?

"Hey, you knew the first two times. Give me a chance!" You jested.

Despite all of his typical pessimistic thoughts, he pulled you into a tight hug.

"I didn't know it was possible to be happier than I was 2 minutes ago. You always surprise me." He pulled away, only to place both hands on your belly.

You picked up the blanket you had been working on, "I was hoping they could use this when they're born." You hold up the blanket so he could see.

"It's perfect..." He said.

"Do you want a girl or boy?" You mindlessly ask, taking a glance at your son and daughter.

Hunter was too enchanted to register what you had said, he was already lifting your shirt and leaning down to try and hear the baby.

It didn't matter that it hurt his back, he was rewarded when he pressed an ear to you- hearing that 'Thump... Thump... Thump...'

"Hmm?" You question again.

He leaned up. "Sorry, what did you ask?" He kept his eyes locked on your lower stomach, hands now too.

"Do you want another girl or boy?" You press a hand to his head, softly raking his hair.

He thought on it for a moment, "A boy, only for Tech's sake. Omega and Kori already have their run on Tech." He teased, but you knew that Kori at her small age- had Tech wrapped around her little pudgy finger.

"But, I really don't care. As long as they're ours..." He finished.

You still held Hunter tight, just enjoying the intimate moment. "Me too..."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I had so much fun writing this! As always, I appreciate all comments and constructive criticism!

Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

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danikamariewrites · 1 year ago

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I’m in such a mood for some good old corruption😈 Would it be okay to request something with Eris x reader where reader was very shielded and never experienced normal things, like sleepovers, gossip w friends, and doesn’t get insinuations. She’s maybe eating something with cream and she’s licking stuff and it turns him on but she doesn’t understand why. Like she’s so naive/innocent and he just wants to corrupt her. People want the same and she gets hit on a lot, she unintentionally flirt back and think they’re having a normal conversation. So Eris protects her from it bc only he is allowed to bask in her innocence 👀 maybe he even takes her virginity 👀👀

idk why im like this tbh. Im just horny i guess…

Corrupt

Eris x reader

A/n: he would have a corruption kink lmao

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, corruption kink, suggestive

You’re younger than Eris by 100 years and you’re also the only girl in your family

Your family is high nobility in the Autumn Court so you have been heavily protected all your life

When the bond snapped for you and Eris it was at an Autumn Equinox ball

Eris was overjoyed that his little mate is so innocent

He couldn’t wait to show you everything around the court, in the bedroom, and about relationships in general

Eris took a risk and told his father who thought the match was perfect because Beron could get something out of it

The next day your family was called to the forest house. You were nervous because your parents wouldn’t tell you what was going on but focused on making sure you looked beautiful

Entering the throne room and seeing Eris you knew this meeting was about the mating bond. Eris could feel your nerves so he sent a wave of calm down the bond. You rest your hand on your chest giving him a shy smile

Once the adults were finished talking Eris came up to you, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles as he stared at you with those molten amber eyes

You have never been in a relationship before and you had dreamed of a mate since your mother told you about the concept when you were a little girl

“Would you accompany on a walk around the gardens little fox?” You nodded enthusiastically. Your mother cleared her throat giving you a look that said ‘use your words’. “Yes, I’d love to.” You curtsy. Eris offers you his arm and leads you outside

Eris wanted time with you before the mating ceremony to get to know you better instead of just watching you from afar at parties and balls

Stopping at a bench in the gardens Eris guides you to sit as he picks a rose for you. You tell him how you e been sheltered your whole life, you never were really allowed to hangout with your friends past curfew unless it was for court and if you were with a male one of your brothers had to be with you

It drove Eris wild to know that he was the first male you’d ever been alone with

Knowing that he would be the one to corrupt your innocence made his cock hard

Eris didn’t want to rush you of course. Everything he plans on doing needs time and he didn’t want to scare you off

So he took his time courting you properly. Eris takes you on dates, spends time with you when he’s free from work, you eat meals together

On one of your picnics Eris had packed your favorite snacks, on being strawberries. He didn’t think watching you eat the fruit would be so seductive

He watched as you wrapped your perfect pink lips around the berry. As you bit into it and sucked the juice from it Eris had to adjust himself so you wouldn’t spot his arousal. You could smell him and your cheeks flushed

“Did I do something wrong?” “No little fox, come here.” You shuffled toward him as he reached his arms out to pull you onto his lap. “Do you want another little fox?” You smiled and let out a small ‘uh-huh’. He grabs another strawberry from the basket and holds it up to your lips. You reach out to take it but he clicks his tongue at you. You look at him a little confused until he brings it to your mouth again. You relax against him as he feeds you

You also accidentally on purpose lick his fingers which does not help his situation

That afternoon Eris’s first lesson was focused on your lips. you two made out for what felt like hours. You never wanted to leave his embrace or his warm plush lips. From then on you would steal him away for kisses or make out with him in his office so no one would see you

You even moved into your own living quarters at the Forest House so you could be close to each other

One night you were reading in Eris’s living room while he worked late. You usually leave by 10 pm since you’ve never stayed the night with Eris or anyone. You fell asleep with your book on your chest, your even breathes catching Eris’s attention

He took your book, marking your spot. Eris kisses your forehead and your eyes flutter open. Realizing what happened you sit up a blush during your cheeks. “Sorry Eris, I’ll leave-“ Eris cut you off by holding your chin between his fingers.

“Hey, it’s ok. You can stay tonight if you want.” You played with the ends of your hair as you thought. “Yes please.” Eris smiled and picked you up bridal style carrying you to bed where you snuggled all night

One of the things Eris adores about you is your clueless demeanor and your curiosity about everything. When he teaches you things (😏) you get all blushy and try to hide from him

Eris does everything for you. He never wants you to have a need that isn’t met

There was a ball to celebrate your mating ceremony/wedding days before the actual party and you stayed attached to Eris the whole night

The one time he left you to get you a new drink you got hit on. You had no idea the male was flirting with you, you thought he was just being nice

Eris rushed back to your side pulling you into his side as he gave the male a death stare. A low growl sounding from his throat. The male couldn’t get away fast enough. “Eris he was just being nice.” He shook his head watching the male weave through the crowd. “No baby. And he needs to know your mine.”

After the wedding party you and Eris go to his cabin in the woods. You wanted to give him his food in private because he wants you all to himself. Plus it was what you were comfortable with

When he finishes his food Eris looks at you, his eyes blown wide with lust. He grips the table as you get closer to him until your on his lap

You run your hands through his hair and he takes in a shuddering breath. “Are you ready little fox? Are you sure you want to do this tonight?” “I wouldn’t have given you the food if I didn’t want to. And you’ve taught me enough my love.”

Eris quickly brought you to the bedroom placing you down gently in the middle. You pulled Eris by his hair to kiss you hard. Wrapping your legs around his waist you rubbed your core against his hardening cock. He moans out in surprise. Pulling away from you panting Eris looks at you with a feral grin. “Where did you learn that little fox?” You give him a shy smile, “My books were a little more than romance.”

Eris kissed you again mumbling ‘I love you’ as you started to make the mating bond official

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drghostwrite · 1 year ago

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I just read ur Arizona fic and yesss I love it, I love Arizona but why isn’t there more Arizona fics tho?! :’(

Can I ask for Arizona x reader with the prompts "Just put the [weapon] down, I'm not going to hurt you." With like the reader protecting the peds area and especially protecting Arizona During the ‘u know what’ episode (🔫 ) And idk a fluff prompt because why are ur prompts all so good I can’t choose. And please angst but fluffy ending😭 I hope ur doing well and keeping yourself healthy! <3

Omg yea, I’m so sorry that I missed this in my inbox but here it is and I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Arizona Robbins x reader

Summary: above, but basically during the you know what and reader is being a scary protective wifey lol

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Bang!

You heard a shot ring out and then another and another, you hit the floor behind the large nurses station, watched as people ran out hearing sneakers squeak on the floor. You sat waiting listening your ears straining to hear anything more after people cleared out you came out from under the desk. You knew Arizona had no idea what was going on, she had got out of surgery and was now it peds helping her tiny humans.

you turned making your way to the atrium, you could hear talking and looked up seeing the gunman standing there, you heard another shot ring out watching Derek hit the ground and then you listened as you could hear another voice and higher, fragile voice… it was Kepner begging for her life.

You raced to the stairwell knowing you had to make it to your wife before the psycho with the gun could, you heart raced as you ran up the stairs your legs burning as you propelled yourself forward, after several bounding flights you burst through the door running down the winding hallway.

you ran past a patient room and that’s when you saw her the blonde hair whipping around, you quickly backtracked and burst through the door.

“Y/N?!”

“Arizona, thank God.” You breathed a sigh of relief as she approached you and you pulled her into a hug.

“what’s going on? Y/N I heard…”

“gunshots it was gunshots… Derek and a few others have gone down…”

“What…” she whispered.

“Yea we need to get out of here…”

“I can’t a lot of these kids can’t be moved, Y/N we’re sitting ducks.”

“no… I’ll figure this out just keep them calm we’ll get through this., I’ll be right back.”

“Wait Y/N no…”

“I’ll be right back…I promise.” You looked into her ice blue eyes, kissing her lips before turning and running back out and down the hall, you made your way to the front of the pediatric floor the desk where the shooter would have to make his way through. You picked up the phone and started dialing but not before you heard the shuffling of shoes, looking up you saw the glint of the barrel standing not 10 feet in front of you.

“put the phone down…” he spoke almost in a calm manner.

“okay… okay…” you reached back over the desk hanging up the phone, surrendering your hands in the air. “Just put the gun down, I’m not goi to hurt you, I won’t try anything…” You saw the wound oozing blood from his shoulder, you eyes scanned him from the blood running onto his hand to the way his gun shook as if it was becoming to heavy.

“Are you a surgeon?”

“I-I…”

“ARE you a surgeon?!” He got more stern.

“Yes I am.”

“So how does it feel?… how does it feel to hold lives in your hands and now you’re standing here watching me as I decided what to do with yours.”

“I don’t hold lives in my hands… I save them, I take patients… no not patients... people and I save their lives I give them another chance to live an-and to love, I give people another chance... I'm no God”

“That was taken from my wife… your chief took that from me, he pulled the plug as if she was just another device in the room, killing her taking her from me.”

"Mr.Clark, You're Gary Clarke your wife came in and had brain surgery she was a patient of Dr. Shepard, I remember her case..."

"You remember?" he asked tears coming to his eyes, the gun starting to lower, but before you could continue Arizona ran in seeing the standoff happening, "Wait, wait..."

"Arizona, no...

"You can't do this... There's only children here... you can't do this." she spoke, her voice breaking tears running down her face.

"Who are you?!" He said raising the gun at her.

"NO, no..." you said pulling her behind you, sheilding her with your body.

"Is she a surgeon too?"

"Sh-she is... she's also MY wife, this is the woman I love..."

"They took my wife."

"I know, I know but I'm asking you... Mr. Clark I'm asking you to spare my wife, the mother of my children...err my future children... I want to live a life with her by my side..." You watched as SWAT filled the hall behind him, "I want to travel and show her how much I love her and that she deserves so much better than me..." before he could make a move or you could say another word you heard gun shots and glass shattering, you turned shielding Arizona, you could hear boots stomping in behind you.

As you pulled apart you could hear the chaos around you but you were too focused on the concerned face of your wife, your expression changed from relief to pain when you felt her quickly press her hand to your abdomen.

"Arizona?"

"Y/-Y/N you've been shot... Oh my God you've been shot." you looked down at her hand applying pressure, blood leaking through her fingers, your blood running down her wrist.

"Y/N please no, please no... I can't lose you."

"Arizona?"

"No, God why did you have to be such an idiot, I shouldn't have let you walk out of that room, you'd be safe and with me."

"Arizona I-I ca-an't" your eyes started to flutter and your legs felt weak, the last thing you remembered was hitting the floor and watching as she scrambled, she yelled at the SWAT team trying to get help, any help and then as your eyes closed you could see her above you.

---12 hours later---

You felt a pressure holding your hand and felt tear drops as they hit your arm. you moved your fingers wrapping them around her hand feeling both of her hands tighten around you.

"Y/N?

"Arizona, baby"

"Oh my God Y/N you're awake, I thought I lost you."

"You can't loose me, you're stuck with me for life remember."

"For life?" she said holding you so tightly yet she was so gentle as if she would lose you.

"Forever and Always."

"Forever and Always." she repeated, she was still so gentle with you as if in a moment you would fade away.

"Love I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here, with you."

"I-I thought..." she looked at you and then your lips, leaning in ghosting so close to you, you could feel her breath on your lips.

"You won't break me," you said closing your eyes, she leaned forward making contact, lips on lips. when you pulled apart you moved over the best you could and motioned for her to climb up with you, she laid on her side placing her head on your chest, and you wrapped her in your arms.

"I really thought I was going to lose you, I thought that was it."

"I swear to you Arizona I will always be here for you, I will always fight for you... for us, I will always love you."

#x yn #greys anatomy #arizona robbins x reader #greys abc #arizonarobbinsxpregnantreader #arizona robbins

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just the way you like it

a/n: this was originally supposed to be a valentines day fic, but we're not gonna talk about the fact that its July. pure shit writing as per but what do you expect :) anyway feedback is appreciated unless its negative, then you can keep it to yourself as im very sensitive pls and thx. the ending is also WANK because idk how to end fics so pls ignore that.

warnings: smut (18+ minors DNI!!) masturbation (m), unprotected sex, cumplay?, slight spanking, d word, degradation (mixed with slight praise), butt plug use but no butt stuff, gagging (with her panties), think that's it

"I miss you too baby," he sighed and flopped backwards on the uncomfortable hotel bed, rubbing a hand over his face. "only a week and then we can see each other."

he heard her sigh softly down the phone, and then hum. “i know,” he swore he could picture the pout on her face, “i just miss you so much. three months is way too long without you.”

he frowned and kicked off his shoes, shuffling backwards so he was leaning against the headboard. "i'm sorry darling, i'll make it up to you though, I promise. i'll do whatever you want."

“whatever i want hm?” he could hear the smirk in her words and his eyes involuntarily rolled back. “i may have a few things in mind.”

matty groaned down the phone, slightly embarrassed by the fact he just popped a boner at the mere mention of sex, and took a deep breath. "shit baby, you're killing me."

her giggle ran through the speakers and he smiled softly, resisting the urge to relieve some of the tension growing in his boxers.

“i have to go baby, I'm supposed to be at a meeting in 20 minutes, but i'll speak to you later. I love you."

he couldn't help the grin that came to his face. despite the fact they'd been dating for two years, those three words meant the world to him coming from her lips. "i love you too, sweetheart."

he hung up the phone and placed it face down on his chest, picking it up again when he heard a ping.

my love <3

just a little something to keep you going for a week xo

his eyebrows creased in confusion, before his jaw dropped when he saw what she had sent. it was a picture of her in a lacy red number, her tits spilling from the cups.

she was laying on the bed in the picture, with the phone held above her. he groaned when he inspected the picture further, noticing her fingers on her tongue, dripping with her arousal.

his cock twitched and he painfully brought his eyes away from the picture, looking at the obvious tent in his trousers.

he quickly removed his clothes, palming himself over his boxers, teasing himself just like she would. he snuck a hand under the fabric, hissing when his thumb rubbed against his tip.

he wrapped a hand around himself and cursed, his hips jumping up at the contact. he slowly began to pump himself, getting into a steady rhythm, biting his lip to stifle his groans.

he picked up the phone with his other hand, his pace fastening the more he stared at the picture. he ran a thumb other his tip and cursed, feeling his orgasm approaching rapidly.

"fuck," he threw the phone somewhere in the room, and his head back when his orgasm hit, his hips bucking into the air. his cum had gathered on his hand, and his chest, some covering his rose tattoo on his lower stomach.

his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, slowly riding out his orgasm. he sunk into the bed and sighed, knowing he had to clean himself up, but was too blissed out to move.

"well that was quite a show," his eyes widened and he shot up in the bed, grabbing one of the pillows to cover himself with.

"oh please, I just saw you cum to a picture of me and now you're embarrassed? i'm quite flattered baby," he couldn't help but smile at her, his cheeks flushed.

"what are you doing here? you're suppose to be swamped with work." he took in her appearance, a long black trench coat, black stilettos, and her hair that looked effortlessly curly, but he knew she spent ages on it earlier.

she grinned, unbuckling her coat while taking a few steps over to him. "surprise? the boys wouldn’t stop bugging me about how mopey you were without me, so thought I'd get someone to cover for me so I could come and see you," her coat dropped to the floor the same time his jaw did when he saw what was under it. "is that okay?"

red lace covered her body, accentuating her hips and pushing her tits together, and he noticed it was the same one from the picture he had just wanked off to.

"holy shit," she kneeled on the bed between his legs, moving the pillow that was covering him. “more than okay,” she grinned up at him before moving her head down and licking up his cum that had pooled on his stomach.

"fuck," he whined and threw his head back, before he realised he didn't want to miss a second of this, and picked it back up, looking at her through hooded eyes.

she pulled away from him, sticking her tongue out to show him the mess on her tongue before swallowing. his eyes darkened and he went to pull her in for a kiss when she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back down.

"where you going?" he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when she stood up.

"I have another surprise for you," she looked a bit sheepish, as if she was embarrassed, a red flush covering her neck and face. he raised his eyebrows expectantly, telling her to continue.

she bit her lip coyly, and turned around, looking at him over her shoulder to try and gauge his reaction. his eyes widened slightly, before staring at her with nothing but desire in his eyes.

"oh princess," there she stood in backless panties with a butt plug in, one that had his name bejeweled around the edge. he reached out to grab her hips, pulling her closer to him so he could get a better look.

"you like it? thought you could fuck me while i have it in," her voice was timid as she stared at him, his fingers tracing over his name, and pressing lightly against it causing her to moan out his name.

he smirked and looked up at her, licking his lips. "I love it baby. such a desperate slut that you need both holes filled at once? god you're insatiable."

he placed his hands on her cheeks and spread them apart, catching a glimpse of her slick that was running down her thighs. “so wet already baby, haven’t even touched you yet.”

she whimpered and shifted her hips trying to get some form of relief, whining when he removed his hands from her and chuckled.

“so pathetic,” he stood up and turned her around, wrapping his hand around her throat and smashing his lips against hers. she moaned into the kiss and pulled him tighter against her, her nipples rubbing against his chest.

he pecked her lips once more and moved away completely, walking over to the wardrobe. “hands and knees baby, show me that pretty plug.”

she swallowed and got into position on the bed, wiggling her ass to try and get him to hurry up. he moved back behind her and slapped her, hard, leaving a red print in his wake.

“don’t be greedy, you’ll take what i give you. understand?” he ran his hands over her thighs, rubbing over her folds with a featherlight touch.

“yes daddy.”

he smirked from behind her and moved her panties to the side, leaning down and running the tip of his tongue over her. “shit matty, please.”

she was breathless already and he’d barely even started. he slapped her ass again, mumbling against her folds. “that’s not my name princess. fuck up again and i’ll leave you here, all drippy and desperate for me.”

“’m sorry daddy, i just-,” she was cut off by his fingers entering her, giving her no time to adjust. “shit-!”

she buried her face in the bed as he fucked his fingers into her rapidly, clearly not in the mood to tease.

“fuck baby, you’re soaking. all this for me?” he smirked when she whined, subconsciously fucking her hips back on his hand.

"yes yes, all for you daddy, please!" he dragged his tongue over her clit, sucking it into his mouth before gently grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud.

his other hand that held onto her hip tight enough to leave bruises moved to the plug that was nestled in her ass, and ran his fingers over his name again.

"so pretty, and all mine." he sucked her clit into his mouth, moaning at the cry she let out, the vibrations causing her thighs to shake. his fingers sped up, and the movements of his tongue over her clit were sloppy and messy, but she found herself on the edge of an orgasm already.

her hole clenched around his fingers and she whined, babbling incoherent nonsense to try and warn him that she was close.

"you gonna cum baby? gonna soak my hand for me like a good girl?" she nodded as best as she could with her face planted in the sheets and grasped the blanket until her fingers turned white.

matty pushed against the plug, and before she knew it she was gushing over his hand with a scream. his fingers didn't stop their movements inside of her, slowly coming to a stop once she had rode out her orgasm and her body had relaxed.

she tilted her head to the side just in time to see him suck his fingers into his mouth with a groan that sent another gush of arousal through her core. she whimpered at the scene and he smirked, bringing a hand down to his cock trying to soothe the ache that he was feeling, despite having an orgasm twenty minutes ago.

he pulled his boxers down and threw them somewhere in the room, fisting his hand over his cock. she mewled and wiggled her ass against him and he breathed out a laugh.

"something wrong princess?" he thumbed over the plug with his unoccupied hand before spanking her hard. "got one hole full already but its still not enough for a greedy little slut like you, is it?"

she whimpered `and shook her head against the sheets, desperately trying to keep her eyes open to see him pleasuring himself. "daddy please- stop teasing."

he shot her a glare and she shut her mouth, trying not to anger him further as she knew he would only delay her needs longer. he snapped the band of her panties against her skin before dragging them down her hips, tapping two fingers on her chin. she sat up a bit and looked at him, dropping her jaw and sticking her tongue out.

he smirked at her and spat in her mouth, mumbling a good little girl against her lips before shoving her panties in her against her tongue, she moaned desperately from the mix of his show of dominance, and the sweet tang of her arousal that flooded her mouth.

"that should shut you up hm? can't have everyone on our floor knowing what a desperate little cumslut you are for me can we?" he ran a hand over her back, undoing her bra strap before leaning in her ear. "your noises are only for daddy, isn't that right baby?"

she garbled against the fabric in her mouth and responded with a barely audible 'only you daddy'. he placed his tip at her entrance, swiping his tip against her folds to lube himself up, mumbling a 'daddy's best girl' before slamming his hips against her in one harsh thrust.

her arms gave out at the force of it, her face melting into the mattress and a loud scream tearing from the back of her throat. he tutted from behind her, wrapping a hand in her hair and pulling until her back was pressed against his chest, still continuing his steady thrusts.

"been gagged and you still can't shut the fuck up. stupid girl, need daddy's fingers in there too to keep you quiet?" her head lolled back on his shoulder and she looked up at him as if he had hung the moon and the stars and nodded. he rolled his eyes at her and shoved two of his fingers in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue until she was drooling down his wrist.

"messy girl, not a single thought in that pretty little head is there?" the only noises in the room was skin slapping, heavy breaths and her muffled whines and whimpers. he angled his hips and hit that spot inside of her, her vision going white and a scream getting caught in her throat.

he took his fingers out of her mouth and pushed her back onto the bed, bringing his hand down to her clit and rubbing in tight circles. "gonna cum for me baby? make a mess all over me yeah? c'mon know that slutty little pussy's desperate for it, shit s'so fuckin wet-"

she babbled incoherently against the sheets, weakly pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts. "give it to me sweet girl, cum for me." with his permission the band snapped inside her, her walls clenching his cock like a vice causing his hips to stutter.

"fuck- that's it, good girl, such a good little girl for me," he pumped into her a few more times before pulling out and humming on her back and the plug in her ass with a moan. her legs gave out when he was finished, matty running a soothing hand through her hair and over her back.

"did so well for me darling, lets get you cleaned up hm?" she hummed slightly but made no effort to move causing him to laugh. she felt him move from the bed and closed her eyes, opening them again and looking at him over her shoulder when she heard a camera click.

he looked at her over his phone and gave her a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. "pure wank bank material my love, what can I say?"

#this is when i post something and run 🏃‍♀️#bc i’m scared of opinions #matty healy #the 1975 #matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #the 1975 smut #dom!matty healy #truman black #truman black smut

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