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Their first Halloween as a family of four!!
Does Rafe wear a costume? Does he stay home to give out candy or goes trick or treating w gf and the kids?
Hmmm, I think Rafe would do a costume, but the bare minimum. He would match with Charlie though, maybe his son wanted to be Buzz Lightyear so he dresses as Woody. Otherwise heâs probably going as Patrick Bateman ngl, just bc he forgot to organise a costume and he has a suit that looks pretty similar lying around.
Rafe would take Charlie around Figure 8 for a bit, walking with him to go knock on doors, making sure his son fills up his little basket of candy. His wife had only given Charlie a small basket to make sure he didnât get sick, but Rafe secretly brings a little bag to put the extra sweets in when it began to overflow, allowing the small boy to keep getting more sweets.
âHey, this is just between us, ok buddy? You donât tell your mom about this, or weâre both going to be in trouble,â he tells Charlie, watching him nod with wide eyes.
âI promise, daddy. Secret!â
Maybe the whole family couldnât go out trick-or-treating that night as Emmy was still too little and too fussy, needing to be coddled into her motherâs chest at all times. They had managed to go out to the country clubâs Halloween party for the families earlier in the day, Charlie getting his face painted and running around on the grass, his parents watching on as their son squealed with joy. Rafe sits with his wife as she begins to breastfeed at their table - he gives anyone a hard glare if they even try to judge her for it. That meme of âmy girl can wear whatever she wants bc I can fightâ except itâs just âmy wife could literally do anything ever and itâs ok bc I can fight and also accurately shoot a gunâ.
When the family settle to eat lunch, they plan their outfits for the next year. Emmy will be bigger then, they say to Charlie, and he excitedly starts to give ideas about a family costume. Rafe grimaces a little at the idea of dressing up again, but knows he will do it for his son anyway, despite the teasing he gets from Topper and Kelce.
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I saw your Monster Hunter and love to drop some info.
The latest game, Monster Hunter Rise, can be found on all consoles including. It's a great place for newcomers to start as the system is easy to learn and they don't throw more difficult monsters until much later.
You can actually capture monsters instead of slaying them. For this, you need a trap and some Tranq Bombs which can be bought or crafted. There are two kinds of traps, Shock and Pitfall since some monsters tend to be immune to one type. You have to weaken them first before trying to capture or else the Tranqs won't work. Also capturing is a better method to gather material and for those who rather not slay the beasties.
There are times where you have your slay a target. It's either because it's job requirement or the monster is an Elder Dragon. Elder Dragons are a classification for monsters so powerful they are considered living natural disasters and cannot be captured to this day, both in-game alongside lore.
Also there are some parts of the game called Rampage where things delve into a pseudo tower defense. The game's true story can be found doing missions(easy) and Hunter's Guild(harder). I suggest finding a weapon type that suits you before experimenting with others.
Hope this helps!
It sounds super duper fun, and I had wanted World when it came out, but there is a very important detail to do with why I cannot get it: money :(
#monster hunter#monster hunter rise#like I'm pretty good at tower defense esque gameplay#if i can sit there and plan it out i can bag the w#i would go full steve erwin on the monsters#but alas. money.#and i just realized we do not have any consoles anymore besides my positively ancient original wii
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Lando calling reader his wife even though theyâve only been together for about a year
oh my god yes anon i love this idea!
tw: fem!reader, swears maybe, she's on the shorter side! lmk if you want me to add anything.
w/c: 944
lando was the perfect boyfriend. he was everything you had ever wanted in a partner. you liked to think he was literally made for you. how can someone be so perfect for you and not be? it was not possible.
you loved pet names and he loved calling you them. you loved touching him in anyway you could and he loved touching you ten times more. you loved doing things for him to show him just how much and how deeply you cared for and loved him and he loved sitting back and letting you help him destress from a busy race weekend. when you needed space? he would just go away to race for the weekend and let you realise that you could barely function without him and his love.
you had been out shopping with some of your friends for one of their birthdays. it had been nice catching up with them but your separation issues from your boyfriend had ended up kicking in and you could not wait to get home. you were itching to just sit on his lap and have him explain the plot of some dumb film that he had put on while waiting for you to come home.
when you trod back into lando's place, slipping off your shoes and leaving them by the door, the first thing you hear is lando's infectious laugh booming from his streaming room. it makes you smile as soon as you hear it even though it makes you realise you probably will not be able to sit with him for at least another hour, at least. your hands are still holding onto your shopping bags as you pass by his room as quietly as you possibly can, so as not to disturb him and his friends. you dump the bags in your bedroom and plan to head back into the living room to watch some tv and relax.
lando hears you this time and calls out for you, the door is creaked open a touch as you prepare yourself to be seen by millions of lando's fans. as you enter the room you hear one of the guys lando was streaming with (you were almost positive it was ginge) ask lando something you could not make out. lando's response almost kills you off though, his fans too.
"nah, the wife is just back home from shopping so i'll be finishing this game then hopping off." if you were holding anything it would have just fallen and shattered to the ground. you hoped your expression was hidden from his camera. you clear your throat and lando spins around mid-game to greet you. he slides his gaming headphones down to rest on his neck and reaches back to mute the stream but not before he mutters out in the warmest voice he can muster, a "hiya, honey."
you smile down at him as he shuffles his chair closer to you then sticks hims arms out like a child, practically begging for a hug from you. your mind is still stuck on the wife thing but you fall into his arms willingly anyway.
you straddle him on the big gaming chair, the tops of your heads at the only things that can be seen on the camera. lando presses a few kisses into your hair as he holds you close.
"missed you while you were gone." lando speaks into your hair, it makes you laugh.
"i was gone for three hours."
"ugh, don't remind me! i almost died from bordem." lando groans, head falling back against the soft material of the chair. you just laugh into his neck, nose brushing his throat softly.
"drama queen." you roll your eyes.
lando looks down at you with the biggest heart eyes you have ever seen and you feel your heart melt into a massive puddle in your ribcage, you feel it drip down to settle into your stomach.
"so i'm your wife then, huh?" you ask with a smile and a teasing tone. you feel lando tense up a little but he relaxes as soon as he feels your smile against his skin. his hand comes to splay out across your back to keep you supported. then he is smiling as he explains himself.
"guess i'm just so used to called you my wife when i'm with my friends that i accidentally did it on stream. sorry honey, didn't mean to embarrass you." lando says, almost shyly. his eyes peer down at yours to see your reaction.
"you call me your wife to your friends?" you smile back at him, hand coming up to run through his messy curls. the other resting on the side of his neck.
lando grins a stupid big smile at you as your hand rakes through his hair. "well you're gonna be one of these days right? might as well get the practise in. don't wanna slip up and call my wife my girlfriend now do i?" he is cheeky in his words and tone but you let him off. even though his logic makes no sense. you know it makes sense to lando so you let that go too.
"okay, sure. whatever you say husband." you did not think lando's smile could get any bigger. you were so wrong. he laughs and holds you close. little did either of you know that lando had missed the mute button and around three thousand of landoâs fans, plus all his friends had heard you both. lando would find out once he went back on his phone the next day, spending the rest of the evening and then the night with his girlfriend (wife).
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WHEN THE HOUSE IS EMPTY.
pairing: soft dom!chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: when chris finally gets the house to himself for the night, he invites his girlfriend over to spend the night spoiling her rotten. warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (be smart pls), fingering, oral (fem receiving), praise, use of pet names (angel, love), cursing, fluff fluff fluff, established relationship a/n: this is my first smut on here pls bear w me... but i hope it is AWESOME i love u guys <3 please give me feedback also !! i hope this is ok . <3 3.2k words
i swallowed thickly as i grasped the straps of my backpack, standing at the front door of my boyfriend's home.
chris had texted me last night, asking if i could come spend the night tonight as his brothers had planned to do something that had to do with "business stuff".
i had never really done this sort of thing. chris and i had been together about three to four months, and we had confessed our love to one another and kissed and whatnot, but that's about it. it didn't bother either of us, we just moved at a pace we were both comfortable at.
my eyes snapped up at chris opened the door and grinned ear to ear, opening his arms wide to engulf my body into his. "hi, angel," he greeted against my ear.
i hugged his waist with a soft smile. with a deep breath, i took in the comforting scent of his cologne mixed with the scent of his shampoo.
as chris pulled away, he gently took my hand and guided me inside. once he shut and locked the front door, he reached out to take my bag from me and transport it to his bedroom.
i let out a content sigh as i took in the familiar home, but it was so different when it was just chris here. much quieter, too.
"i have such a fun night planned for us!" chris cheered as he came back up the stairs, his hands clasped together in excitement.
i couldn't help but smile warmly at him.
the white tank that hugged his torso perfectly and his black sweats that hung dangerously low kept my attention on him.
"what do you have planned?" i asked as i took a seat at the table in the kitchen, smiling warmly at him.
chris did a little dance, his slightly dampened hair flopping with each sudden movement before he halted and shot two finger guns at me. "dinner!"
i chuckled at his embarrassing dance, nodding softly and standing up. "what're we makin'?"
chris's jaw dropped. "are you kidding? i already made it." he giggled as he opened the oven to reveal a tin of fettuccini alfredo with grilled chicken, some slices of garlic bread on the side. he also went into the fridge, where behind all the different lyrical lemonade cans, there was a bowl of ceasar salad.
"did you make this yourself?" i asked, my jaw hung open in shock.
"well," he started as he trailed off, "i guess nick helped a bit.. and youtube... matt, too, sorta.."
"it looks amazing," i stood up and smiled as i wrapped an arm around chris's waist, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "i can't wait to eat!"
i moved to pull away, but chris gently took my jaw between his fingers and turned our faces together again, exchanging one quick peck to my lips. "me neither," he replied with a soft smile.
dinner was outstanding. i never could have thought that chris could put something like that together.
"blue shell!" chris's voice boomed as his hands gripped the controller in his hands.
"fuck!" i shouted, my tongue sticking out in focus as i tried my hardest to remain in first place in mario kart.
"please, please, please, please," chris chanted, his entire body straight as he was sitting at the edge of the couch. "yes!!" he shouted, flying past me in the game at the last moment to take first place. his arms flew in the air, controller loosely dangling from his fingers as he shot me a shit-eating grin.
"not fair," i stated quickly.
"it definitely is, y/n, i won fair and square." he defended, moving to hug my waist and press his nose into the crook of my neck.
i chuckled at this, a hand of mine moving to his jaw to caress his cheek softly. "fine. you win."
chris did a small fist pump before pulling away with a bright smile.
we sat like that for a few moments, eyes locked on one another before he gasped at the song that came on. "oh my god, i fucking love this song." he stated quickly as he took my hands and stood to his feet, dragging me up with him.
i gasped at the sudden movement, my smile never leaving my face as i laughed beside him.
3 nights by dominic fike had started playing in the speaker that chris had set up, which was playing ambient music most of our time tonight. he turned it up and smiled widely as he held my hands, waving them around and biting his lip into a wide smile.
i couldn't help but smile at him, the way his curly hair bounced with each silly dance he did, his fingers never unlocking from mine. every once in a while he would stop for a breath before starting again, his eyes locked on mine.
i did my best to keep up, jumping around with him and waving my arms as we both loudly sang the words. no matt to give us shit for being too loud in the living room today.
the song eventually came to an end, both of us panting softly as we both smiled at one another. a soft chuckle escaped both of us, before the next song began playing.
i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys?
"since when do you listen to this?" i chuckled.
"i- it's a good song," chris defended, his cheeks growing pink as he moved his hands to gently take my waist. "also because it's one of your favorites."
i smiled warmly at him. "alright, buddy," i smiled. i moved my arms up to rest on his shoulders, my hands connecting behind his head as i looked up at him and chuckled. "are we slow dancing in your living room?"
"maybe?"
"is this your idea of a smooth move?" i joked, a soft giggle leaving me as chris's face burnt up.
"hey, let a man live." he defended, his thumb gently rubbing circles on my back as we swayed softly.
i had to give it to him - i was having a great time with him.
what started as me being a nervous wreck for whatever reason resulted in me having an amazing time.
"y/n," chris stated softly, dragging me out of my thoughts. i locked eyes with him, smiling. "i love you," he whispered softly.
i could feel my cheeks heat up. "i love you too, chris." i smiled as i gently moved a hand to bury into his hair, gently running my fingers through it. "i've had a great time so far tonight."
chris smiled at this, nodding softly as he removed a hand from my waist to gently press against my cheek, holding my face there softly. "can i kiss you?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
i nodded softly as i closed my eyes and leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of us.
chris's thumb gently grazed my cheek as he kissed me softly, his eyes closed.
no words could express the feelings i was feeling right now.
feeling a bit bold, my arms tightened around him as i deepened the kiss and tilted my head softly against him.
i could feel chris's lips curve into a small smile as he moved his hand from my waist to my lower back, his lips working against mine in sync with me.
when he gently took my bottom lip between his, i parted my lips softly as our tongues collided.
a few more moments went by and we pulled away, both with heavy breaths and a string of saliva that kept us connected for a brief moment.
we stared at each other for a brief moment before i took a deep breath. "chris," i started, before taking his hand in mine and interlocking our fingers, "i'm, uhh... i'm ready.. if you wanna-"
"me too," he quickly stated, a bright smile on his face as he tightened his grip on my hand and began walking towards the steps downstairs, which i followed and giggled as he tripped slightly on the way to his room.
"watch your step, chris!"
"i'll be fine," he smiled as he opened the door and turned us around so that my back faced his bed, his foot lifting off the ground to kick the door shut behind him. the door shut a little louder than he had anticipated, causing us both to flinch. "oops."
"chris-" i scolded, but i was quickly cut off when he pressed his lips to mine once more, gently pushing me against the mattress and hovering over me.
his hand gently grazed my hip and toyed with the hem of my shirt. he pulled away from the kiss to glance down at his hand, and back into my eyes. "is this okay?" he asked softly, which i quickly responded with a nod. "tell me if anything isn't okay, alright?" he stated softly, and gently began lifting my shirt off of my body.
the comfort of chris's voice was enough for me to let him do whatever he had wanted.
the cold air of the room kissed my skin, causing a shiver to run through my body. but every goose bump on my skin melted away when i stared up at chris, who was pulling his own shirt above his head.
"you okay?" he questioned, leaning down again to caress my cheek softly.
"i promise everything's fine," i reassured with a shy smile, and chris smiled back, pressing a kiss to my lips before he pulled away.
he kissed against my neck softly, sending shivers through my body. his lips moved down to my shoulder, down to my collarbone and down the center of my chest.
i felt like he was exploring the entirety of my body.
"can we take this off, love?" he asked, gently tugging at the strap to my bra.
i nodded quickly as i sat up and reached behind me to unclasp it, but chris's hands came around mine as he did it for me.
i felt my face heat up as it dropped, and my arms instinctively moved up to cover myself.
"shhh," chris reached to my wrists and gently lowered my arms, his nose moving up to press against the shell of my ear. "you're gorgeous. no need to hide, not ever." he gently pressed a kiss to my jaw before working down again, his lips moving to press against the skin of my left breast.
my breath hitched slightly at the feeling as i instinctively moved a hand to his hair.
the moment his lips pressed to my nipple, i felt my eyes scrunch shut as i arched my back slightly into him. the feeling was so familiar yet so unfamiliar.
chris's tongue circled around it, his eyes shut as he ran his hand up my stomach to gently knead at my right side.
i let out a shaky moan, one hand burying into his brunette locks as the other dove into the sheets.
chris eventually switched to give the other side the same attention, and after a few moments, i shakily lifted my hips to meet his, which caused a groan to erupt from us both.
chris lifted his head and moved back up to press a soft kiss to my lips, his eyes locked on mine. he admired me for a moment before his hands met with the hem of my pajama pants. "may i?" he questioned softly, his voice groggy. i nodded quickly.
chris gently tugged my shorts down and let out a shaky breath, simply at the sight of the thin, deep red fabric that hugged my hips.
i smiled softly at him. "like what you see?" i joked, and chris simply shot me a knowing glance.
"always, angel." he stated softly before he shifted his body on the bed.
"wait- what are you-?"
"takin' care of my girl," chris stated softly, his eyes moving to meet mine as his face was now inches away from my core. "is this okay?"
i blushed darkly. i was no expecting all this. "yeah, yeah that's perfect," i breathed, shifting my hips against the sheets slightly.
chris moved to press soft kisses against the insides of my thighs, his eyes closed. one hand found its way to move my underwear to the side before both of his hands wrapped around my thighs to lock them in place.
my eyes squeezed shut and my entire body shuttered as he pressed his lips where i needed him most, his tongue gently gliding along my folds until they reached my clit, where he sucked softly. i tossed my head back and released a moan as a hand subconsciously moved to lace into chris's hair. "shit." i breathed.
chris's eyes met mine for only a second before he unlinked a hand from my thigh, pressing a finger against my folds.
i shuttered slightly before a gasp escaped me at the feeling of his finger entering me, my eyes squeezing shut.
"is this okay?" was all he said, his breath hot against my clit.
"fuck, yes," i moaned softly, my volume increasing as chris gently pressed a second finger inside my cunt and began curling them gently.
my back arched as i threw my head back, letting out a shaky breath before i bucked my hips to the best of my ability. my hand gently tugged at his hair as i guided his lips back to my clit.
chris seemed to get the hint, his tongue beginning to lap against me as he sucked on the bud, his fingers pumping and curling inside of me.
"shit, chris-" i gasped as i tugged at his hair softly.
chris removed his fingers and repositioned his body before his tongue entered my cunt, his thumbs prying me open as his nose occasionally grazed my clit.
i let out a string of moans, my hips lifting off the bed and into his face as i warned him of my release.
"i- i'm close, chris, fuck," i breathed.
with the continuous thrust of his tongue, chris moaned softly against me, sending a vibration against my core.
with a gasp and a tight grip on chris's hair, i clenched around his tongue and released my juices against his tongue, my eyes lidded as i panted softly.
chris helped me ride out my high, his hand gently caressing my thigh as he removed himself. he looked at me and licked his lips, a hand reaching to his shirt that he had previously removed. he used it to wipe off his mouth before he pulled away to begin sliding off his black sweats.
"you could have gotten a towel or something," i teased.
"that's too far." he defended, winking softly. "you still okay?" he questioned, gently tossing his sweats onto the floor.
i nodded quickly. "i promise, i-" i took a deep breath, my cheeks still pink from a few moments prior. "as long as i'm with you, anything is okay, chris."
chris simply smiled softly at me. "that's what i love to hear, angel." he whispered before he gently tugged his boxers down, his member meeting with his skin as a small dribble of precum escaped the tip.
your eyes locked on him, causing a chuckle to escape chris. "let's be polite, now," he whispered, moving his fingers to press against your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes and press his lips against yours lovingly. he pulled away and shifted between my legs, smiling softly. "you ready?" he asked softly, and i nodded eagerly.
"ready," i whispered, moving my hand to gently interlock with his.
chris used his free hand to gently part my legs and press his tip against my opening, making my breath hitch.
he slowly pressed into me, deep groans and moans sounding from both of us as chris's bangs hung over his eyes. "fuck," he grunted as he continued to move into me, before he bottomed out and stared at me.
with a few moments to adjust, i shot him a soft nod before he began to move slowly. "shit," he moaned softly, his grip tightening on my hand as he rocked his hips against mine.
our eyes locked, and i swear that did something to chris, because his entire face beamed red as he picked up his pace and pressed his forehead against mine.
a low moan escaped chris's throat as he thrusted into my cunt, my eyes rolling back as i allowed my jaw to hang open. a series of moans escaped us both.
chris gently unlocked our fingers to get a grip on my thigh to lift it. he held up my leg, now hitting a new spot inside of me that made my back arch off of his mattress. "oh fuck," i moaned, my eyes squeezing shut as he pounded against my gspot. "right there, chris," i moaned, causing chris to pick up his pace and slam his cock harder into me.
my eyes teared up slightly at the euphoric feeling, my heart racing as i felt my stomach tie into a knock. chanting his name, i gripped the sheets and clenched against him, resulting in a deep moan from chris's lips.
"fuck, angel, careful," he grunted against my ear, his breath heavy against my shoulder.
i gasped and let out a shaky moan, moving to grip chris's shoulder. "fuck, i'm gonna cum," i breathed, and chris nodded softly.
"me too, love, fuck," he moaned softly, his hips rutting into mine.
a few more thrusts resulted in my voice booming as i cried out, the knot in my stomach snapping as i released all over chris's cock, my eyes squeezing shut.
chris's hips sputtered at the pornographic moan, his throat releasing a deep moan as he pulled out and released against my stomach and chest, his hand moving to gently pump at his member.
chris moved to lay beside me, our eyes shut as he laid beside one another catching our breaths.
i let out a shaky sigh as i turned to chris and smiled weakly, sleepily.
chris turned and met my eyes, a sleepy smile on his face, but it was the same as every other smile he had given me today. "how do you feel?" he questioned, his hand moving to lock with mine again.
i chuckled breathlessly, nodding softly. "fuckin' awesome," i chuckled as i leaned forward to kiss his cheek gently.
chris smiled warmly at me before he reached to get a few tissues, wiping off my skin the best he could. "you did so good for me, angel." he whispered, moving a hand to brush a strand of hair out of my face. "fuck, i'm tired." he admitted.
i scoffed at him as i opened my arms. "me too, chris."
chris bit his lip as he shifted to rest his head against my chest, his eyes closing as he hugged my waist tightly. "i love you s'much." he whispered softly.
i smiled and bit my lip as i kissed the top of his head. one hand threaded through his hair as the other gently rubbed his side. "i love you so much, chris.. thank you for tonight." i whispered.
chris nodded lazily in response, and i chuckled lightly. "get your beauty sleep."
the two of us slowly fell asleep, skin to skin as we breathed together and slept soundly.
maybe i should spend the night at my boyfriend's more often.
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CABINFEVER:
Matt Sturniolo x y/n (fem)
(anyone else green)
warnings: SMUT!! nsfw 18+ (loss of virginity, unprotected + no pull outâŠassume ur on birth control)
authors note: love a little sweet smut matt moment 𫶠also imagine the world wasnât falling apart and there was still snow đ€Ș HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS ONE!!
summary: you and a group of your friends rent an airbnb cabin up in the mountains for a winter get away, but itâs short on beds. You settle for a bench and Matt takes the couch next to you, but things heat up when you get coldâŠ
word count: 2,915 W
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âHOLY FUCK! itâs FREEZING outâ yelled Nick slamming the door behind him. He was the last one inside the cabin and join the rest of you in stomping the snow off your shoes and hanging up various layers of winter-wear. You and a group of 7 of your friends decided to rent an airbnb up in the mountains in New Hampshire for a week to have a cozy vacation. You planned to sled, go on winter walks, make cookies and cozy drinks, play games, and just enjoy being together away from the rest of the world. The only problem was not all of you going had a budget like the triplets, Larray, and Madi. even though they offered to cover for the rest of you, it didnât seem fair. so you settled on a slightly more quaint cabin instead of a big mansion. the catch was that there were only three bedrooms. You were always easy going and determined that everyone else be happy, so you had made peace with the fact that youâd probably end up on a couch long ago.
âso whoâs gonna be living room buddies with me, huh?â you questioned.
âguess that would be meâ said Matt, with a sheepish smile.
No surprise, really. Matt was an angel to everyone, so of course heâd be the first to say heâd take the undesirable sleeping spot. you grinned back at him, maybe a little too much. Youâd been close to the triplets since you were kids, but Matt had always been your favorite. You related to his quieter side and always had a soft spot for him. A soft spot that went deeper than you wanted to admit in the last few years. Matt was always good looking, but lately something felt differentâŠeven though youâd never tell him that.
âi can live with thatâ you attempted to joke. The living room was beautiful, but large and drafty. there were a few armchairs, but only one oversized couch. next to it was a big window that had a little nook fitted with pillows.
âyou take the couch, ynâ Matt said, gesturing with his head.
âwhaâno way. then where will you sleep?â
âI dunno iâll figure it out donât worry bout it. Iâll grab a beanbag or make a pile on the floorâ he said blowing you off
âNuh-uh. no way. you take the couch, iâll sleep on that window thingâ
âAre you sure?â
âYeah a hundred percentâ
âMmmm okay, but if you wanna switch at any point just tell me okay seriouslyâ the genuine concern in his wide blue eyes made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. truth be told, you really didnât mind this set up because youâd be sleeping just a few feet away from him.
âDealâ you smiled back at him.
The group of you had a perfect evening. it was like something out of a hallmark movie, but by 2am everyone was going to sleep. Matt showered upstairs, which gave you time to get ready for bed and throw on your lame excuse for sleepwearâan oversized tshirt that hung to just above your knees. youâd never wished youâd overpacked and brought shorts more. you tried to cover up your exposed skin with blankets as you heard creaking from the steps. Matt trotted down in flannel pants and a black tank, hair still damp and clinging to his face from the shower. seeing him like that made your throat grow dry.
âYâtired?â Matt asked, arranging his pillows on the couch so that his head would be by yours, your bodies creating a right angle on their separate resting spots.
âeh, not really. you?â
ânah, not so much. bit of a night owl lately, i guess.â he said, sitting down and beginning to rummage through his bag. you laughed.
âname a time in your life youâve ever been a morning person?â you teased
âhey shhh i could be if i tried.â he shook his bag vigorously
âshit. think i forgot my phone chargerâ
âoh i have one, you can use itâ you said hopping up to grab your stuff. you strode across the room towards your suitcase without thinking, but suddenly felt heat on the back of your neck like you were being watched. you glanced back at Matt and just barely caught him staring at your bare legs before he quickly looked away. youâd completely forgotten about your choice of outfit and felt embarrassment flush your cheeks.
âhere yâgoâ you said shoving the wires in his direction, avoiding his eyes.
âuh thanksâ he said, with equal avoidance. you reached to turn off the last light in the room in hopes that would drown out the awkwardness. Before you knew it the two of you were laughing and chatting away in the strained moonlight leaking in from the window. This went on for about 20 minutes before the chill coming from outside started to get to you. your teeth chattered slightly. mid sentence, Matt halted.
âwhatâs wrong?â
âoh nothing, just a little breezy here, itâs fineâ
âwhat? you canât sleep there then! youâll get sick!â his protective nature was borderline heart melting.
âMatt câmon. Iâm not that weak, iâll be fine. Iâm not making you sleep hereâ
âThen share the couch with me at leastâ
his offer caught you off guard and you paused for a second, processing before answering.
âyou sure?â you asked, unsteadily. another small moment of silence. was he regretting what heâd offered?
âyeah, of courseâ You detected a small crack in his voice.
âI donât wanna crowd youââ he cut you off
ây/n itâs fine seriously, just câmhere. itâs just me, donât be weird.â he answered, sounding almost more like he was trying to convince himself than you. you crept over to the couch. Matt was on his side, already holding his blanket up with his arm to give you a spot to slide into. at first you laid down face to face with him.
âheyâ he said quietly, inches from you. you smiled up at him. it made your heart race to see him from this angle, this close. you were sure he could hear your heartbeat if you stayed like this a second longer, so you rolled over so your back was to him. matt made a funny noise, almost like he was clearing his throat. your knees hung off the couch slightly, so you backed up to not fall off. Matt let out a strained cough.
âMatt are you okay? you sound likeââ you started to turn your head to face him, and inadvertently twisted your hips against his body. you felt his hand latch onto your waist, halting it. he winced and let out a small hiss
ây/n pleaseâ tumbled out of his lips, his whole body going stiff.
âMatt whatâs wrong? Iââ suddenly you became away of a hardness pressing against your lower back and ass. your breathing hitched. Matt was hard. and you could feel it. Matt was hard and was pressing against you, hell it had been caused by you.
âoh my godâ you whispered.
âfuck y/n iâm so sorryâholy shit. this is awful. i feel disgusting. i never wanna make you uncomfortable iââ he began to babble sounding on the verge of tears
âMatt noââ he rolled onto his back looking up at the ceiling. you turned onto your side to face him.
âNo, y/n. this is so bad-oh god. i was worried this would happen, i mean being anywhere near you iâd worry about that, but i thought i could control myself and fuck iâm so sorryâ
âwait what do you mean you worried?â
âcome on, y/n. youâre the most beautiful girl iâve ever seen. of course iâd worry, but youâre also one of my best friends soââ
âyou think iâm beautiful?â matt paused and looked at you in the eye.
âare you joking, y/n?â you shook your head.
he took a deep breath before continuing.
âI think youâre the most beautiful girl in the worldâ you exhaled rockily, scanning his eyes.
âand i canât believe this is how iâm telling you that or i did anything to make you feelââ
âMatty, stopâ you said, putting a hand lightly to his chest. it heaved at your touch.
âyou didnât do anything wrong, at all. i just never knew you saw me the way the way i see youâ
âyâmean youâ?â you bit your lip and smiled at him, nodding. he let out an exhale of relief and excitement and smiled back at you. he inched closer to your face, hesitantly.
âcan i kiss you?â you nuzzled your nose slightly against his.
âyes, Mattâ he leaned the rest of the way in and gently pressed his warm pillowy lips against yours. the feeling was better than you couldâve ever imagined. he pulled away, not wanting to seem too eager or pushy, and waited for you. you glanced from his eyes to his mouth before pushing back against him. this kiss was different from the last. there was fire and passion to it. your lips began to meld together, creating a rhythm as his hands reached for your waist. you wrapped an arm around his neck and ran your hand through his hair, which resulted in a huffing of air from his mouth into yours. his tongue slid against your bottom lip, asking for permission, which you immediately granted. you pressed your lower half against his. he grunted and squeezed your hip. smiling against your lips he rasped out
âcareful there, problem from earlier is not exactly gone yetâ your stomach flipped
âgoodâ you breathed out, pressing your bodies flush again. he looked at you wide eyed, his pupils dilating, before diving in for the heaviest kiss yet. you lifted your leg up slightly, wrapping it around him. the move caused your shirt to slide up to the top of your hip. matt ran his hand up your thigh and gripped your ass causing you to let out a small whine. he bit at your lip slightly and used this new hold on your lower half to move himself between your legs further and on top of you. he pulled away from you to take off his shirt and you felt heat electrify your body at the sight of him uncovered in the weak blueish light. he smiled at you shyly before kissing you again. one strong hand began to trail over the sensitive skin of your stomach, up your shirt, sending ripples of buzzing through your body as the tips of his hand approached your braless chest. Matt ran his fingers delicately over your nipples, hardening at his slightly cold touch. you shuddered.
âcan i take this off?â he said, tugging at the hem. you nodded vigorously and helped him pull it over your head, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. you fought the urge to cover yourself as his eyes engulfed the sight of you.
âgod youâre so perfectâ he almost moaned out. you giggled and tightened your legs around his lower half, encouraging him back down to you gently. the feeling of his warm bare chest against yours made you let out a sigh. he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, breathing hot warm air against your sensitive skin before gently sucking and pulling through his teeth. you whimpered into him, wrapping your hands back into his hair. he retaliated by starting to grind his hips against your heat, the feeling of his hard on painfully present. your two most desperate spots only separated by your underwear and his pj bottoms.
âMattââ you moaned out
âhmmmm?â he hummed into your neck. you needed him in ways you couldnât explain. you squirmed beneath him. he pulled away to look at you and raise an eyebrow.
âwhat is it, beautiful?â he cooed, making you flustered. you pushed your hips back up at him, unable to come up with words.
âohh i seeâ he chuckled out. you felt a flash of embarrassment and tried to cover your hands with your face. he grabbed your wrists lightly and lowered them.
âWant me to make you feel good, ma?â he said softly into your ear as he dragged his hand down your stomach and to the waistband of your underwear. you whimpered, desire crying out for contract between your legs. he lowered his fingers over the thin cloth that covered your pussy and dragged them up and down, giving you a teasing amount of friction.
âmore, Matty, pleaseâ you cried out. he gingerly pushed the fabric aside and ran his fingers along your dripping folds
âgod youâre so wetâ he whispered out in awe, looking down at you , hungrily. he seemed almost in a trace, but the torment was too much for you. you grabbed his wrist and guided his hand, positioning his finger tips at your entrance. his breathing shallowed as he looked up at you while inserting his digits deep into your core. you became a mess as Matt continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them upwards expertly.
âfuck i could watch you like this foreverâ he panted
âmmmm feelsâssâso good, mattâ
âgod you donât know what youâre doing to me, maâ your walls clenched at the thought of his hard length. you reached down between your bodies and palmed at his crotch. he let out a groan. his impressively large hard on throbbed under your touch, straining against his pants.
âoh my god, y/nâ he mumbled, closing his eyes. youâd never seen anyone look so sexy before.
âMatt, I want youâ you gasped, without thought. his eyes flickered open, his pupils were blown.
âAreâare you sure?â he said, struggling to breathe.
âIâm sureâ Matt reached to untie his drawstring. you watched him, closely, as he loosed his pants and lowered them. your mouth watered at the sight of his large rock hard dick slapping against his stomach, the tip already dripping precum. he leaned back over you and began to line himself up with your entrance. nerves shot through your body.
âwait mattâ
âwhat? whats wrong? should i stop?â he said, looking up at you with worry
âNo, no definitely not, iâi justâi havenât done this before?â
âOhâ he said smiling with relief
âAre you sure you want to? we can wait iâm fine to wait. i donât wanna do anything youâre not ready forâ
âNO!â you said a little too eagerly âI really want toâ you finished shyly
âOkayâ he chuckled. He realigned himself and gave you a gentle kiss
âThis is probably gonna hurt a bit, okay? we can stop any time you want toâ you nodded and he began to push his tip slowly into your entrance. you cried out at the feeling of him stretching your insides so much. he paused for a moment.
âdo you want to stop?â he said sweetly
âNo. keep goingâ you said wincing. he pushed himself to the base of his cock and moaned at feeling you completely around him. he slowly began to slide himself in and out of your pussy. the pain started to turn into pleasure.
âgo faster, matty, pleaseâ he listened and began to pick up his pace, creating a delicious rhythm and hitting your sweet spot deep inside of you with each thrust. you let out a string of curses and cries at the sensation.
âfuck you feel so good around my dick, babyâ
âoh god donât stopâ
âyou like that, sweet girlâ
âyesâfuck yesâi like it so muchâ
âyouâre so fucking perfect, princess. god i love being inside of youâ
âMattâoh my godâfuckâIââ you felt a tightening in the pit of your stomach as your buildup started to reach its peak.
âyou gonna cum, sweetheart?â Matt lowered one of his hands to press on your lower stomach, where he was deep inside of you. your vision began to blur.
âLet go, baby. Cum for for meâ your hearing buzzed and you saw flashes of white as you came undone. Your walls clenched around Mattâs cock causing his thrusts to become sloppy.
âfuck, gorgeous iâm closeâwhere do you want me toââ he panted out
âjust keep going, mattyâ you cooed still coming down from your high
âwhâyou-you sure?â he questioned fighting off his release
âyes, donât stop. keep going for meâ
âoh my ffuâgod-yesâanything for youâ he stuttered
âfuck baby iâm gonna cumâ
âyeah? cum inside me, matty, pleaseâ
âOH GOD FUCK Y/Nâ
âi wanna feel you cumâ
âOHâIM CUMMINGâOH FUCKââ Matt cried out thrusting into you, wildly. He halted deep inside you as he released hot spurts of his cum into your core. he collapsed, panting heavily. after a moment, he pulled out and quickly leaned back down to give you a kiss before reaching to grab you your shirt. you smiled at each other, sheepishly, as you got redressed. he pulled you tightly against him and ran his hand down the back of your head, soothingly.
âHow was that?â
âPerfectâ you mumbled into his chest, breathing him in.
âYeah?â he chuckled into your hair. you nodded.
âIâd say so too.â he said.
âIâve always dreamed of getting to hold you like thisâ he whispered
âreally?â
âmhmâ
âme tooâ he paused for a moment
âwhat would you think of maybe being something where we could always be like this?â
you pulled away to look at him and he grinned at you. you pulled him in for the biggest kiss you muster.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
why am i gonna cry? WHY CANT THE MEN I MAKE UP IN MY HEAD BE REAL.
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pairing: mingi/fem!reader
genre: childhood best friends to lovers, college au, angst, smut - minors do NOT interact
warnings: no dom/sub dynamic, unrequited love, mutual loss of virginity, mingi has a massive cock, fingering, oral sex (f. recieving)
word count: 10k
a/n: i want to be honest with you guys, this is not a comeback. this is just a little fic that iâve been working on for the past year or so that has brought me a lot of comfort, and i hope that it can do the same for you. iâm not sure if iâll ever be active on this blog like i used to be, but please know that i will always be a writer and i will always read every single comment, reblog, and note that is sent to me. thank you for being my readers. i love you all so so dearly <3
âHey, Mingi,â Yunho asked, staring at his distorted reflection in the back of a flimsy dining hall spoon, âHave you ever eaten a girl out before?â
 âW-What the fuck?â Mingi choked on his homemade sandwich. âWhy would you ask me that?â
 âBecause I want to go down on my girl on our next dateâŠâ he dropped the spoon on his tray, frowning as it clanged. âWeâve already fucked but I think itâll be a nice way to show her I really care, you know? But Iâve never done it before.â
 âWait-â Mingi dropped his voice to a whisper, leaning forward across the table. âYouâve had sex before?âÂ
 âYou havenât?â Yunho grinned.
 âOf course I havenât, asshole! Why didnât you tell me?â
 Yunho shrugged. âGuess I just didnât think it was that important. What timeâs your next class?âÂ
 âIâm done with classes for the day,â Mingi crumbled the tin foil that previously held his sandwich into a ball. âYours is at 2:30, right?âÂ
 The older boy nodded and the two stood up, making their way to the nearest trash can.
 âBesides,â Yunho placed his tray on top of a growing stack of them while Mingi threw away his brown paper bag. âI thought you wouldâve already fucked that girl youâre always with by now. What was her name again?â
 Mingiâs eyes widened as your name slipped past Yunhoâs lips. âSh!â he hissed, looking over his shoulder. âI told you to stop asking about her. She doesnât like me like that.â
 âBut you havenât even tried!â
 âYes, I have!â
 âGiving her a warm Tootsie Roll that had been sitting in your pocket all day does not count as trying.â
 âBut I gave it to her on Valentineâs Day!â Mingi whined. âThat counts for something, right?â
 He reluctantly met Yunhoâs eyes, groaning when he saw his friendâs lips pressed into a thin line and his head shaking.Â
 âYouâve gotta just tell her, dude. Youâre never gonna know if you donât try.âÂ
 He knew Yunho was right. If he ever wanted anything to change, heâd have to talk to you. Otherwise, heâd spend his entire life wondering what wouldâve happened if he wouldâve just had the balls to tell you.Â
 Heâd do it today, he decided, when he met you at your usual spot to walk back to your dorms together. That way, he could just run home if you said you didnât feel the same way! Perfect plan.Â
Mingi wiped his hands on his pants as he walked to your usual meeting spot, attempting to calm himself down and hype himself up at the same time.Â
 He was really going to do it now; he was going to spill his heart out and hope that you somehow ended up in his arms. Heâd start with how heâd loved you since you were kids when you took swim lessons with him at the community pool. You jumped right in the water when he was too afraid to duck his head underneath, and he remembered wanting to be brave like you. He loved you in middle school when you noticed him struggling with his math homework and offered to help. He loved you when you introduced him to Yunho, your friend from the student council who would end up becoming his best friend. And he loved you two years later, when he read your summer reading book aloud to you because staring at the pages made you sleepy.Â
 He loved you last year when you went to prom together, even when you made a point of announcing to the rest of your group that the two of you were âJust really good friends.â
 Oh, well. He loved you when he gave you that Tootsie Roll three months ago, too.
 And he loved you now, when he approached you slowly and timidly, waving his hand to get you to look up from your phone.
 âOh, hi,â you grinned, pulling the earbuds out of your ears.
 âHi,â he smiled.Â
 âHow was⊠how was your day?â You asked the same question you always asked when you saw him, but it sounded different this time. It was like an exhale; Like you were breathing the words instead of speaking them. If he didnât know better, he wouldâve thought you were nervous.Â
 âGood,â he nodded, gripping the straps of his backpack.
 âGood!â You repeated, clasping your hands together. âSoâŠâ
 He braced himself to say it. Iâm in love with you. I have been ever since we were kids. I donât want to be your friend, I want to kiss you.
 But you spoke first, and you said, âI think we should have sex.â
 He thought that he was having a stroke. He thought that you were having a stroke. âW-what did you say?â
 âHear me out,â you waved your hands and closed your eyes. âWeâre the last virgins in our friend group, right? And everyone thinks weâve already fucked, anyway. So we could just do it together and get it over with so that itâs not as big of a deal when we do it with other people!â
 âI donâtâŠâ His face felt like it was on fire. His stomach burned, and his palms were even sweatier than before. Get it over with?
 You sighed. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have dumped that on you so fast. Iâve just been thinking about it for a few weeks now, andâŠâ
 Your voice turned into a murmur in the back of his mind as he analyzed your words. Been thinking about it for weeks now? Thinking aboutâŠ
 âBut you donât have to decide now, okay? I just wanted to see if you would be up for it.â
 He slowly blinked and nodded back like an idiot. âO-okay. Yeah, Iâll think about it.â
 You nudged his shoulder with yours as you stood up to walk home with him, down the streets of the campus that had been home to you for the past nine months. âAnd thereâs no pressure, alright? You can say Iâm gross and you see me like a sister and I wonât be mad,â you laughed.
 Youâre beautiful. I want you to be my girlfriend.
 âIâll think about it,â he repeated.
 âCool,â you nodded. âHowâd that stats test go?â
You felt sick when you tried to go to sleep that night, nauseated with the thought that you mightâve just ruined everything.Â
 You didnât mean for it to come out so fast. You didnât mean to make him embarrassed. You only meant to present the idea to him; a sort of business proposal that would benefit the both of you before you went back home for the summer.
 None of your friends were virgins anymore. Only you and Mingi were left, and youâd known each other the longest, anyway.Â
 You turned in bed to stare at the pictures of the two of you taped to the collage on your wall. He stood next to you in a cheap rental tuxedo at prom, his mouth pulled into a gummy smile and his arm linked with yours. In another picture, he stood three inches away from you at your middle school graduation, a reminder of the awkward phase the two of you went through when you realized that he was a boy and you were a girl.Â
 But there were pictures from before that time, too, like the one of the two of you covered in nasty, artificially-colored green frosting from the cake at Mingiâs Incredible Hulk-themed birthday party in 2005. Or the two of you dressed up as Cosmo and Wanda from Fairly Odd Parents for Halloween in fourth grade.Â
 Your oldest friend. The person whoâd seen you through every phase of your life â even your emo phase in seventh grade â and stuck by you nonetheless.Â
 You thought of his full lips and his broad shoulders, his big hands. He was handsome, there was absolutely no arguing that, but he was also kind and gentle and sweet. He was always the first to notice when something was wrong and the last to believe you when you told him you were fine.Â
 Being his lover would be amazing, but not if it meant you couldnât be his friend anymore. You wouldnât fall unless he asked you to because losing him wasnât an option.
 Youâd tell him tomorrow to forget it. That it was stupid, and you changed your mind.Â
Mingi told Yunho about it at lunch the next day.Â
 âShe talked to me yesterday,â he mumbled, picking the peel off of a clementine.
 âAnd? Whatâd she say?â Yunho leaned forward, anticipating Mingiâs answer.
 âShe wants to fuck me.â
 Yunho let out a laugh of disbelief. âDonât play with me right now.â
 âShe does! She said, and I quote, âI think we should have sex.ââ
 âWell,â Yunho chuffed, âThere you go, buddy! I told you all you had to do was talk to her!â
 Mingi knew he didnât really talk to you. He knew he just listened (well, half-listened, half daydreamed about what losing his virginity to you would be like) while you gabbed on about how it was a win-win situation.
 But Yunho seemed so happy⊠No, proud of him. His validation made Mingi feel good â like this was the right decision.
 âSo, when are you going to do it?â Yunho squeezed a gluttonous amount of ketchup on his dry chicken patty.
 Mingi stared at his Ziploc bag of slightly brown apple slices. âWell⊠I havenât really told her Iâd do it yet.âÂ
 âWhat? Why not?â
 âI just didnât know if it was rightâŠâ
 âThe girl that youâve been in love with since you were a kid wants to give you her virginity and take yours at the same time, and you donât know if itâs right?â
 Mingi smiled. âYeah⊠I know.â
 âTell her today. I bet youâll do it before you go home for the summer if you tell her today.â
 âOkay, yeah.â Mingi nodded, feeling more sure of himself. âIâll tell her today.â
You had headphones in when you waited for Mingi after school, but you werenât listening to any music. There was already too much buzzing around in your head, and music would only overwhelm you even more.
 You chewed on your nailbeds and rehearsed your script in your head. Hey, I was way off base yesterday. That was weird and I shouldnât have put you on the spot like that. Letâs just pretend it never happened and enjoy the summer, okay?
 You saw his sneakers first. They were clean, exactly how they looked when he bought them four months ago.Â
 He was smiling when you looked up.
 âLetâs do it.â
 âWait⊠really?â You tilted your head to the side, trying not to stare at his lips.
 âYeah. You were right, it just makes sense for us to do it together.â His cheeks were pink.
 You slowly nodded, trying to convince yourself that it was a good idea again. âRight. Yeah⊠yeah, it makes sense.â You clapped your hands together. âWell! Itâs settled then! Is Yunho leaving town anytime soon?â
 âI donât⊠I donât think so?âÂ
 You stood up to begin your walk home, and Mingi followed suit.
 âWell,â you sighed. âMy roommates are probably home, but we should be fine if weâre quiet.â
 Mingi stumbled a bit as he walked. âWait, weâre doing this right now? Like, literally right now?â
 âNo!â you turned your head towards him as you spoke, but you didnât look him in the eye. âBut donât you think we should do other stuff first? And like⊠work up to the big thing?â
 âOther stuff?â
 âJust to warm us up. You know, so it wonât be as scary when weâŠâ You pictured Mingi naked and on top of you, his eyebrows furrowed and his pretty lips parted in a moan. You cleared your throat. âYou know.â
 âO-okay,â he nodded. âOkay, yeah.â
 Mingi sat on your bed with his hands tucked underneath his thighs to hide how badly they were shaking. He looked around the room, jealous of your full-size bed. He and Yunho were in a shared room dorm, and his feet always hung off the end of his twin mattress.Â
 Meanwhile, you scrolled through your phone to find a good playlist. You hit shuffle on the first one that suited your taste and a familiar song tumbled out of your cheap Bluetooth speaker.
 âYouâve kissed someone before, right?â You put your phone on your desk and walked to your bed.
 âYes,â he nodded.Â
 You narrowed your eyes at him. âWho?â
 He squirmed, adjusting his hands under his thighs. âMy lab partner in ninth grade. She felt me up under the bleachers.â I was thinking about you the whole time, his internal monologue chimed in, the words never making it past his lips.
 âGross,â you laughed, sitting on your bed. âJust let me lead, okay? Try to mirror what I do.â
 You reached up to hold his jaw, and his entire body stiffened.
 âHey.â You waved your hand in front of his face. âDonât be nervous, Ming. Itâs just me. We donât have to do this if you donât want tââ
 âI want to!â He interrupted. âPlease. I really want to. Iâm just nervous.â
 You rested both your hands on his shoulders. âItâs just me,â you repeated. âThe same me that Iâve always been.â
 Yeah, he thought, thatâs the problem.
 âJust follow my lead.â You gave him an encouraging smile, which he weakly returned. âItâll be fun, okay?â
 Mingi nodded, closed his eyes, and held his breath. A few seconds later, he felt your lips against his, and they were even softer than he imagined. He was sure that his were chapped, and he regretted not wearing lip balm more often like his mom always told him to.
 âSee? That wasnât so bad, was it?â
 He opened his eyes at the sound of your voice and gave you a tiny shake of his head.
 âDo you want another one?â You smiled.Â
 âYes, please,â he whispered.
 You kissed him again, a little bit longer this time. Your lips naturally slotted with his, and butterflies filled his tummy when you rested your hand on his thigh.
 And then your lips parted. He wasnât sure what to do other than follow your lead like youâd told him to, so he let his lips part, as well.
 His breath caught in his throat when your hand slid down to his neck. He barely had time to recover before you slipped your tongue in his mouth, playful and teasing and light.Â
 âO-oh,â he breathed, a shiver running through his body.
 âHow was that?âÂ
 âGood. I liked⊠I liked the part when you used your tongue.â
 âShut up,â you laughed. âYou wanna⊠keep going?â
 âYes,â he nodded.
 And that was how Mingi had his first makeout session with his childhood best friend. He tried to keep his whimpers to a minimum, but it was hard to when your kisses progressively got more heated. Your tongue in his mouth was unlike anything heâd ever felt before, and he blushed at your giggle when he tried to mirror your movements.
 âSuch a fast learner, Ming.â
 âT-thanksâŠâ
 âYou know you can touch me, right? You donât have to sit on your hands.â
 He looked down, completely unaware that his hands were still tucked underneath his thighs. They were both numb now, and they tingled when he pulled them up. He flexed and relaxed them to get his blood flowing again.
 âIâve neverâŠâ he whispered, âIâm sorry. I donât- I donât know where to touch.â
 You gave him a smile laced with what might have been pity and took his big hand in yours, moving it to rest on your hip.
 âWhat about the other one?â He whispered, even quieter than before.
 And then you were lifting his other hand and placing it on your cheek. His breath caught in his throat again.
 Itâs strange to truly look at someone whose face has always been a constant in your life. You looked different, but also the same. People change, but they donât.Â
 Mingi was sure of one thing: your face was the most beautiful heâd ever seen. He liked it ten years ago, and he liked it now.
 He kissed you first the next time. And since heâd gotten a little more confident, he let his lips part and used his tongue first, too. He kept his hands where youâd placed them and you kept yours around his neck. You kissed and kissed and kissed, and for now, that was enough.
It didnât stay enough for long. You and Mingi practically ran to your dorm after school every day, barely taking time to breathe before attaching your mouths together once your door was shut. Your obsession with Mingiâs lips had only grown since you started spending most of your free time kissing them.
 His hands were nice, too. Theyâd gotten a little bit more curious since that day, sometimes giving your hip a gentle squeeze or moving up to your waist while he kissed you. Any noise youâd make would immediately be met with a âsorryâ â a constant reminder that no matter how attractive the boy you were making out with was, he was still just the same old Mingi.
 And the little reactions heâd make were precious. Heâd gasp when you touched his thighs, heâd hum when you stroked his neck, heâd whimper when you took his plump bottom lip between your teeth. The more you worked him up, the luckier you felt to have been the only person to have ever seen him like this.Â
 You wondered how that could be while you sucked his lips. Plenty of girls had crushed on Mingi over the years. You knew because theyâd always ask you if you were his girlfriend before they tried to confess to him. No matter how many times you told them you werenât, he never ended up dating any of them.
 You detached from his lips with a smack. âMingi?â
 âMm?â He blinked, eyes slightly glazed over and lips swollen from kisses.
 âWhy havenât you had a girlfriend before?â
 His eyes widened for a split second, and he tried to cover it up by blinking a few times. âUh⊠just never met the right person, I guess.â
 âBut girls have been throwing themselves at you for years⊠You didnât ever want to try anything with them?â
 âGuess I just wanted to wait for someone that I reallyâŠâ he swallowed. âTrust.â
 That made sense. The thought of doing all of these things with a stranger was horrifying, but you felt safe with Mingi. You smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth.
  âI trust you too, Ming. Wanna try something new?â
 âO-okay, yeah.â
 You tapped his shoulder twice. âLay down.â
 Like a puppy whoâd just been given a command, he lowered himself against your pillows, swinging his legs up so he was laying on the bed. You swung a leg over his hips to straddle them, and his eyes immediately widened.Â
 Youâd never really taken time to admire how pretty Mingi was. His chest, which was more toned than youâd realized, was swelling and deflating as he attempted to stabilize his breathing. His Adamâs apple dipped as he swallowed, and youâd be stupid to not notice the way his thick thighs tensed and relaxed underneath his black jeans.Â
 And then you leaned down, hovering over him to study his face. You ran your thumb over his sharp jaw as you took in his other features; The same darkness in his eyes that wasnât mysterious, but warm and inviting. The straight line of his nose, the pointed tip of it. The birthmark under his eye, the one on his cheek, the acne scars that dotted his cheeks like stars. Those fucking lips.
 Mingi was really fucking cute. Had he always been?
 You kissed him again, smiling when a little whimper escaped his lips.Â
 âCute,â you mumbled, unaware that the word had left your mouth until it was too late.
 Or maybe it was a good thing that you said it. Mingiâs response was enough to make you think that, at least. He moaned again, louder this time, as he pushed his hips forward against yours.Â
 Mingi always got hard during your makeout sessions, but you always pretended not to notice to spare him from any embarrassment. However, pretending not to notice was incredibly difficult with his bulge grinding against your heat.
 He moaned at the stimulation, but quickly interrupted himself. âOoh-sorry! Iâm so sorry, that wasnât on purpoââ
 You clapped a hand over his mouth. âI told you we have to be quiet.â
 He nodded, eyes wide as your hand stayed pressed to his mouth. You slid it down to rest on his chest when you whispered in his ear. âDonât be sorry. Thatâs what I wanted to try.â
 You pushed and pulled your hips against his erection again in one experimental thrust, grinning when his eyes screwed shut and his lips pressed together. You cupped his face to guide his lips to yours again.
 It was as uncoordinated as two virgins could be. Though your lips easily moved together from a week of practice, neither of your hips were skilled enough to set any sort of rhythm. You just desperately grabbed at each other, groping and humping and kissing like your lives depended on it.Â
 Soon, you could feel your soaking panties uncomfortably sticking to your core. The fabric gave you the tiniest bit of stimulation, dragging against your clit and ever-so-slightly teasing you. And the boy underneath you was driving you insane, with his messy kisses and his tiny groans.Â
 You didnât know what the end goal was, but you knew that it felt better when you grinded your hips faster, so thatâs what you did.Â
 âAh-â You silenced Mingiâs moan by pressing your mouth to his again, sighing as he hummed against your lips.
 And then he whimpered your name. Heâd said your name a thousand times before, but heâd never said it like this. Like it was a cry for help, a desperate plea for something. The sound fueled the fire of your desperation as you continued moving your hips, hoping to God that heâd say it again.
 And he did. You attached your lips to his neck and he whined your name once more, followed by a tiny breath of, âO-oh, godâŠâ
 His little sounds were getting better and better. Your name slipped past his lips between breathy whimpers and choked hums, and you kept licking and sucking his neck while you grinded your clothed, soaking pussy against his painfully hard, just as clothed dick.
 Finally, you took pity on the poor thing. His moans were getting increasingly desperate, and you could tell that he was doing everything in his power to keep them quiet. You hovered your lips directly over his ear.
 âWhatâs wrong, baby?â
 âA-ah-mph!â He squeezed his eyes shut as he writhed on the bed, pressing his hand to his mouth to keep his pathetic noises in. His whole body was shaking when you sat up.
 A wet patch on the crotch of his jeans made the dark fabric even darker, and a horrified expression washed over his face as your eyes immediately landed on it. If he wouldâve looked between your legs, he wouldâve noticed that your shorts were just as soaked, but he didnât. He only saw your dumbfounded expression as you tried to figure out what you were supposed to say. All that came out was, âD-did you justâŠ?â
 You just made a boy cum. From kissing. This had to have been the best day of your life.Â
 âIâm sorry,â he breathed, pushing you off of him. He immediately stood up, locating his jacket on your desk and holding it in front of his pants as he slid his bag over his shoulder. âIâm⊠Iâm sorry.â He looked down the whole time, never letting his eyes meet yours as he slipped his way out of your bedroom door.Â
 âMingi!â you called two seconds too late. âYouâre not going toââÂ
 You sighed, letting your voice get quiet. âHelp me?â
 He didnât come back, leaving you with soaking panties and an unsatiated pulsing between your legs that wasnât going anywhere anytime soon.Â
You texted him the next morning.
 Itâs not a big deal, Ming. Do you want to come over?
 He didnât respond. You went the whole weekend without hearing from him, and even when you waited for him at your usual spot on Monday, he didnât show. You sent him another text.Â
 Stop being stupid. I miss you.
 He didnât respond to that, either. By Tuesday, you were so anxious to see him that you waited outside his lecture hall after his morning class, scanning the crowd of faces for him. He wasnât difficult to find; his tall frame easily distinguished him from the rest of the crowd, even with his shoulders slouched. He made eye contact with you and immediately put his head down, walking faster.Â
 âMingi!â You yelled, weaving through the crowd to follow him.Â
 His pace quickened, his long legs carrying him out of the brick building and through the grassy common area, skillfully dodging flying frisbees and strategically-hung Enos.Â
 âMingi! ThisâŠâ you panted. âThis isnât fair! Your legs are longer than mine!â
 He flinched with each call of his name, but he didnât turn around. He didnât slow down. You picked up your pace to a jog, huffing as you tried to catch up to him. âMINGI! Stop fucking ignoring me!â
 After quickening your steps to a borderline sprint, you finally got close enough to grab the handle of his backpack, yanking him backwards and causing both of you to collapse on the lawn in the process.Â
 âOwâŠâ he whined, rubbing his butt and attempting to brush grass off of it.
 âYouâŠâ you breathed. âYou fucking suck. Why arenât you talking to me?â
 âW-What do you want me to say? What the hell am I supposed to say after humiliating myself like that?â
 âI told you it wasnât a big deal, stupid! I wanted to make you feel good!â
 His ears burned as he looked at you with wide eyes, a mixture of embarrassment and shock painting his face.Â
 âAnd you⊠you didnât even stay and help me. I was more turned on than Iâve ever been in my life, and you just got up and left! Right after I helped you finish! Who the fuck does that?â
 âIâŠâ he breathed, trying not to pass out. He made you more turned on than youâd ever been in your life? âI didnât think you wanted me toâŠâ
 âYou didnât think I wanted to feel good, too?â
 âNo!â he stammered, âNo, I just⊠I didnât think, I mean, I thought you would think I was gross.â
 You sighed, rubbing your temples. âMingi, the entire point of having sex is to feel good. I didnât think you were gross, I was jealous of you.â
 And see, that was where he fundamentally disagreed with you. As far as Mingi was concerned, the entire point of having sex was to be intimate with someone you love. Feeling good was just a bonus.Â
 He loved you so fucking much. Knowing that you didnât feel the same way about him made his chest physically ache, but he knew that you needed him, and that was more than he could have hoped for. If you didnât love him, at least you could love the way he made you feel.Â
 âIâll make it up to you next time,â he assured you. âI promise Iâm gonna make you feel good.â
 Your smile reappeared, and he felt like heâd been hit by a train.
 âYeah,â you laughed, punching his shoulder. âYou better. Wanna try that new boba place?â
The boba was mid, but it was nice to just be in Mingiâs presence again. He crumpled his straw wrapper as he told you about his weekend, how his momâs birthday was coming up, and how things were getting more serious between Yunho and his girlfriend.Â
 You liked the sound of his voice. You remembered when it used to crack all the time in middle school, but it had since balanced out into a smooth baritone, cascading your ears in warmth.Â
 âAre you listening to me?â
 âWhat? Yes.âÂ
 âNo, youâre not,â he scoffed. âYouâve been staring at my lips for the past five minutes.âÂ
 âYeah, because you have foam on them.â
 He immediately wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his ears flushing a bright red as he mumbled a disingenuous âfuck you.â
 The foam was only a scapegoat. You both knew how much you loved his lips.Â
 âSpeaking of fuck youâŠâ You shifted in your metal chair. âWhen⊠when are we going to⊠you knowâŠâ
 âWhat?â
 âYou knowâŠâ You looked to the side, your eyes widening.Â
 His heartrate doubled. âOh. Um⊠I donât know. Was there⊠did you have a specific time in mind?â
 âSorry, didnât realize I needed to make an appointment,â you laughed. âI donât know. I just⊠I want to. Soon.â
 He remembered your words. Get it over with.Â
 âOkay,â he nodded. âWe can. Soon.â
 You picked up his hand that was resting on the table to play with his fingers, pinching them between your smaller ones while you chewed on a ball of sweet tapioca.Â
 He swallowed and watched you, his eyes glazing over. I love you, I love you, I love you.
 Your stomach dropped a bit when you met his starry eyes. You didnât know why.
Two days later and you had Mingi underneath you again, his hands gripping your waist while you sucked on those perfect lips.Â
 âGonna make you feel good this timeâŠâ he whispered, trying to catch his breath between your feverish kisses. âPromise.â
 You just rested your hand on the back of his neck and sighed.
 âCan I⊠Is it okay if I take your shirt off?â He asked, his face a deep shade of red.Â
 âYeah,â you breathed. âItâs okay.â
 But he didnât move, so you tugged on the hem of your shirt and lifted it off yourself. His breath caught in his throat when he saw your half-naked torso, covered by nothing but a slightly too tight purple bra that you got on clearance a few years ago.
 He shakily brushed a fingertip over the little bow in the center of it.
 Your face felt so hot you were sure water would boil if someone rested a pot on your cheek.
 âCan you⊠take your shirt off, too? This feels weird.â You covered your torso with your arms.
 âO-oh, yeah,â he nodded. âIâm sorry. Yeah.â
 You scooted back so that he could sit up, his trembling hands lifting his shirt over his head.
 His chest was flushed red. That was the first thing you noticed. And his belly was lean, but also soft and smooth, puffing and deflating with his shallow breath.Â
 You rested a hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat. He just watched you.
 âWeâre not kids anymoreâŠâ you whispered. There was a sad tone to your words, almost as if you were grieving.
 âNo,â Mingi shook his head, his voice barely audible. âWeâre not.â
 It was a beautifully horrifying realization. The kid you used to make mud soup with was a man now, and he was touching you like youâd never been touched before.
 You kissed him then. To comfort him, to comfort yourself, to be closer to the person who already knew you better than anyone in the universe.
 You unclasped your bra and just let it loosely rest on top of your chest.
 âHey,â Mingi whispered, âJust me, remember?â
 Right. Just Mingi.Â
 You tossed your bra to the side, instinctively covering your boobs with your hands.
 âPleaseâŠâ Mingi placed his hands over yours. âI want to see you.â
 He sighed when you removed your hands, just as slowly.
 âPrettyâŠâ he mumbled. âIs it okay if I touch you?â
 You nodded and he ran his hands over the lines on your sides where your bra had been digging into your skin. You cursed yourself for not buying a new one before this. Maybe heâd like one of those silk push-up bras you always saw your friends wearing, or perhaps one of those flimsy lace bralettes that you saw in the windows at Victoriaâs Secret last week.
 âYouâre beautiful,â he whispered, and the insecurity in your stomach almost vanished completely. Almost.Â
 He leaned forward, cupping one of your tits in his huge hand and gently kissing the other. You gasped when you felt his wet tongue drag across your nipple, and he looked up at you for reassurance while you laced your fingers through his hair.Â
 âDoes that feel good?â
 âYes,â you breathed. âY-yeah, that feels goodâŠ.â
 He gently latched his mouth to your nipple, sucking and then running his soft tongue over the flesh to soothe it. You didnât mean to, but you arched your back, and his free hand found a place in the dip of your waist.
 You subconsciously tugged on his hair as he sucked your other nipple. He worshipped your tits, kissing, sucking, and licking them while you quietly moaned, grinding against his erection. You wanted to let him continue all night, but soon, the pulsing between your thighs started to become unbearable.Â
 âMing⊠need you to fuck me,â you whispered. âPlease.â
 He pulled back a bit, his plump lips glossy and his adamâs apple dipping as he swallowed.
 âOkay.â
 He didnât move and you didnât, either. You just looked at each other, breathing heavy though youâd hardly done anything yet.
 â... Nobodyâs ever seen me naked before,â he said under his breath.
 You shook your head. âMe neither.â
 He kissed you again, but it was really just so that you wouldnât watch him while he took his pants off. And you werenât sure what you were doing, you werenât sure why, but once both of your pants were off, you reached a hand down and felt him through the thin fabric of his boxers.
 He took in a sharp inhale.Â
 âIâm sorry,â you said, âIs this okay?â
 And then you felt a large hand between your thighs, softly rubbing you through your panties.
 It felt so much different from when you did it to yourself. More pleasurable, sure, but also more vulnerable. More intense.
 Neither of you knew what to say. You felt how hard he was against your hand. He felt the little wet patch soaking through your panties. You both needed this desperately, and yet for a few moments, nobody moved.Â
 âY-you can take them off of me.â Your voice was barely above a whisper and it cracked in the middle, but you were proud of yourself for getting the words out.Â
 His hands shook when he slid them down your thighs. Before he could stare for too long, you slid your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down.Â
 You werenât sure if he was big or not. Youâd never seen a penis in real life before, only in porn, and he looked about the same size as what youâd seen in porn. Did that mean he was big?
 He looked down, and you realized you were staring. âSorry,â you stammered, forcing yourself to look him in the eye again.Â
 âN-no, itâs okay. Is it⊠I mean, do you like it?â
 Your face broke into a smile. Mingi, Mingi, Mingi. âYes, itâs lovely, Ming. Stop stressing.â
 You reached for a condom on your nightstand, closely inspecting the foil packet for instructions.Â
 âI think I can do it,â he mumbled, gently taking the condom out of your hand.
 âYou know how to?â
 âI think so.â
 After a few minutes of him fumbling with the latex, his lips were on yours again and you could feel his dick resting on your thigh.Â
 âAre you ready?â He pulled back for a moment to look you in the eye.
 âM-mhm,â you nodded.
 He kissed your cheek and held his dick in his hand, aligning himself. A painful stretching sensation flooded your lower half as his thick tip poked at your entrance.Â
 He inhaled shakily. âC-can I⊠can I push it in now?â
 You nodded. âI⊠think so? Y-yeah⊠go aheadâŠâ
 He pushed his hips forward, and the sensation intensified when you felt his tip enter you with a pop. The pain was excruciating, unlike anything youâd ever felt before. A horrid stretch, almost like a burn, splitting you open in the worst way. Tears pricked into your eyes.
 âOW! Ow, ow, ow, stop, stop, stop!â You pushed his broad shoulders away, whimpering when he frantically pulled out. That hurt, too.
 âO-oh my god, are you okay? What did I- D-did I do something wrong?â
 You looked down at his dick, which was still fully hard. He was big, you supposed. Really big. With his cock resting on your stomach, it went all the way up to your belly button. You felt stupid for thinking you could take him without any prep.
 And you also felt embarrassed. This wasnât how your first time was supposed to go. This didnât happen in porn. You were supposed to be screaming his name, he was supposed to be groaning yours and pounding you into the mattress. You were supposed to be making him feel good, and he was supposed to be doing the same for you. A lump formed in your throat and you attempted to blink the tears out of your eyes, which probably just made them more teary.Â
 âNo,â you breathed. âI think⊠I donât think Iâm wet enough.â
 He frowned. âDid we not kiss for long enough?â
 âNo, no, we did.â Guilt crept into your chest. You knew this wasnât how he pictured his first time going, either.Â
 His frown intensified as a pained look washed over his face. âAre you not⊠is it because youâre not attracted to me?â
 âStop it, Mingi. Itâs not for any reason. You didnât do anything wrong. Letâs just⊠we can get lube from the store and try again tomorrow, okay? I can jerk you off to help you finish if you want.â
 His heart ached. He didnât want you to âhelp him finish.â He wanted to make love to you, soft and tender and slow. He wanted to hold your face and kiss your forehead and tell you how much you meant to him.
 But his dick was painfully hard, and there arenât many times that the love of your life offers to help you finish even though they donât feel the same way about you, so he said, âYes, please.â
 You wrapped your fingers around his erection, biting your cheek to stop yourself from crying. He bit his lip to do the same.
Mingi couldnât make eye contact with the cashier when he bought lube from the drug store the next day. His hands shook as he put his card into the reader, and they kept shaking while he entered his pin number. The machine dinged and he yanked his card out, snatching the plastic bag from the cashier before they had time to offer him a receipt. His face burned the entire walk to your dorm and didnât stop burning once he got there.
 His breath caught in his throat when you opened the door. âI got theâŠâ he held the plastic bag up. âI got the stuff.â
 You laughed and stepped back to let him inside. âYou make it sound like weâre about to do drugs.â
 Yeah, something like that.
 Mingi didnât say anything when you sat him on your bed and straddled his hips. He whimpered a little bit when you pressed your lips to his, and you assumed that it was just because he was horny.Â
 You held the side of his neck and worked your tongue against his, rolling your hips forward to grind against his growing bulge. He whimpered again, and you moved your face down to suck on his neck.Â
 âI think you need to finger me first,â you whispered in his ear.
 âW-what?â He blinked up at you for a moment, his eyes wide and starry before he shyly looked away. âIâve never⊠I mean⊠I donât know how to do that.â
 âIt canât be that hard, right? You just take your fingers and, like⊠put them in me.â
 âI think itâs a little more complicated than that.â
 âWell⊠Iâll just tell you what feels good, okay? I do it to myself all the time.â
 His eyes snapped up again as he imagined you touching yourself. Heâd thought about it before, late at night when he was jerking off, but hearing you say it out loud made him feel dizzy. Flames erupted across his cheeks again, and his body tensed.
 Your face burned with the realization of your confession. âStop picturing it.â
 âS-sorry.â
 âI just need your fingers first, okay? I canât⊠I canât take your dick without some prep first.â
 It was like you wanted him to cum in his pants again. He nodded and reached for the plastic bag, fishing out the lube and taking it out of its little purple box.Â
 âIâm sorry about yesterday, by the way.â His voice was quiet.
 âThereâs nothing to be sorry about. Thatâs why weâre doing this together, you know? Because we feel safe around each other.â
 He nodded.
 âBut for the recordâŠâ You lowered your head, still embarrassed about how yesterday went. âIâm sorry, too.â
 âThereâs nothing to be sorry about.â He smiled.
 You kissed him, and you were so glad that you were kissing him.Â
 âIâm really going to need you to walk me through this because I have absolutely no idea what Iâm doing.â His cheeks were a splotchy red.Â
 You laughed. âI promise it sounds scarier than it actually is.â You pulled your shirt over your head, embarrassed again when you realized you were wearing the same purple bra that you wore yesterday.
 âShit,â you breathed. âI meant to wear something nicer for you today. Sorry.â
 For me? Mingi thought. For me?Â
 But he said, âI like this one. Itâs cute.â And he touched the little bow again.
 âThanks.â You climbed off of his lap to take your shorts off. âLift your arms.â
 He obeyed, and you lifted his shirt over his head. It didnât need to be off yet, you supposed, but youâd been dreaming about Mingiâs lean abdomen all day and you didnât want to wait another second to have it under your fingertips again.Â
 You laid down on the bed and slid your panties off, but didnât spread your legs yet. You felt vulnerable again, especially considering that Mingi still had his pants on.Â
 âC-can youââ you started.
 âYeah,â Mingi nodded, already unbuttoning his pants. When they were off, he sat back down and gently brushed his fingertips over your thigh.Â
 âOkay,â he breathed. âTell me what to do.â
 âJust⊠just kiss me for a second.â The truth was, you werenât even really sure how to give him instructions, and you wanted to buy yourself some time. You usually just felt around until something felt good, and you werenât sure how to explain that to him.
 He kissed you. You decided that even if he was always too big for you, even if you couldnât ever take his full length, youâd probably be just as happy kissing him and jerking him off like you did last night.
 You felt his hand on your inner thigh and you liked the feeling.Â
 âOkay, soâŠâ you inhaled deeply. âJust start with one. And you can just kinda⊠feel around? Iâll tell you what feels good.â
 âOkay,â he nodded, taking a deep breath, too. âOkay.â
 He dripped some of the lube onto his fingers, rubbing it with his thumb in an attempt to warm it up. Your body tensed as you felt his finger slide between your folds, shaking slightly as he rubbed you up and down.
 He seemed to stop breathing for a moment. His eyes just raked over your body, all wide and starry while he clumsily touched you.Â
 âYouâre gorgeous,â he breathed. âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â
 âM-Mingi, Ah-â You let out a tiny yelp when his fingertip brushed your clit.
 âDid I hurt you?â He immediately stopped, taking his fingers away.Â
 âN-no, that felt good⊠really goodâŠâ You nodded.Â
 He tried to find the spot again, clumsily drawing circles around it.
 âS-so good. Yeah, r-right there,â you sighed.
 His fingertip slipped a little too far to the left.Â
 âN-no, back where it was.â
 After a few seconds of âHere?â and âNo, here,â back and forth, he found the spot again and gently traced it.Â
 Your eyes rolled back and closed as your body twitched, trying to get used to the sensation of being touched by another person.Â
 Then his fingers slid further down, but it was intentional this time.Â
 Mingi looked you in the eye and didnât say anything as he gently circled his fingertip around your opening, coating it in lube and spreading your arousal at the same time.Â
 You didnât say anything, either. You couldnât if you tried. But he understood your tiny nod and the look of desperation in your eyes, so he gently pushed his finger inside.Â
 His long, thick finger went deeper than your own ever had, but it didnât hurt. âO-ohh,â you breathed, shivering.
 Mingi was at a loss for words. Your pussy was hugging his finger so tight and you felt so warm and the tiny noises that you were making were about to send him over the edge. âFuckâŠâ he sharply inhaled through his teeth, staring up at the ceiling for a minute so that he didnât cum untouched.
 âM-Mingi,â you breathed, âGo like this.â And then you held a finger up and curved it inward, and he immediately obeyed.
 Your back arched to a borderline uncomfortable degree as you let out a pathetic little noise, and Mingi seriously was on the edge of an orgasm already.
 âI-is that a sensitive spot?â
 âDo it again,â you commanded. âMingi, do that again.â
 He did, and then he did it a few more times, pumping his finger and setting a rhythm. You were probably being a little too squirmy, but you couldnât help it. Nothing had ever felt like this before.Â
 âFuck,â you breathed. âAdd another one.â
 Mingi meant to ask âAre you sure?â but his head was so fuzzy with arousal that he just obeyed, pushing his middle finger in next to his pointer finger.
 âS-shit,â you gasped, sitting up and holding his wrist. âHold on a secâ fuck.â
 âAre you okay?â
 âIt feels good,â you nodded. âJust forgot how thick these are.â
 He understood. He could almost feel you stretching out, and he suddenly felt horribly guilty for not offering to do this before he attempted to put his dick inside of you yesterday.
 âYouâre doing amazing,â he encouraged you, nodding slightly. âJ-just let me know when you want more, okay?â
 âC-can youâŠâ You blushed, too shy to complete your sentence.Â
 He knit his eyebrows at you, giving you an encouraging nod. He felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, and he tried not to groan.
 âWhat do you need, baby?â He soothed, âJust tell me what you need and Iâll give it to you.â
 Your face burned. Mingi had never been more attractive to you, with his lips swollen and his cheeks flaming and his fingers deep inside of you. He was gently thrusting his fingers, massaging your g-spot, tracing your opening, and stretching you out all in a fluid motion.
 âC-can you play with my clit again while you do that?â You whispered.Â
 He nodded immediately, smiling and circling his thumb around your pebbled clit.Â
 âO-ohhâŠâ you moaned, burying your face in his neck. âOh my godâŠâ
 He swallowed roughly. âG-goodâŠâ He encouraged as he felt you slowly relax around his fingers.
 Your back arched, tiny little whimpers escaping you as Mingi made love to you with his hand.Â
 And he was barely holding it together. He could feel the tip of his dick sticking to his boxers, precum smearing against the fabric and providing his cockhead with the tiniest bit of friction every time he moved his hips.Â
 âDo you want one more? Or are you good with two?â His voice was hoarse.Â
 âI d-onâtââ You inhaled sharply, eyes closing as you felt the tiny spark of an orgasm in your core. âD-donât think I can take a thirdâŠâ
 Mingi nodded, and then he kissed your forehead. He wanted to speak, but he was putting all of his effort into keeping up a steady rhythm with his hand and not coming in his pants while your tensed thigh rubbed his dick.Â
 And then it was silent for a few moments, except for the quiet squelching coming from between your legs every few seconds.Â
 âI think Iâm gonna cum.â You whispered, keeping your eyes closed. Focusing on that feeling, chasing it.
 Mingi swallowed, his breath catching. âMm.â He hummed. He couldnât think of anything else to say.Â
 Your breath caught in your throat, the rest of it escaping in a choked whimper. âF-fasterâŠâ You breathed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. âPlease.â
 He nodded, quickening his movements. You leaned up, catching his lips in a messy kiss as you got closer and closer.
 You were quieter than you thought youâd be. As your orgasm approached, you hardly made any noise at all, save for a few little gasps.Â
 Your mouth dropped open and you pressed your forehead to your loverâs, letting out one single moan as your orgasm clenched down on his fingers. It ran through your body in waves, your muscles tensing and releasing rhythmically.
 âMy godâŠâ Mingi groaned, continuing his movements. âG-Good job, baby.â
 You squeaked, gently pushing his hand away as you neared overstimulation. His brows furrowed as he worried that heâd hurt you, but you immediately eased his anxiety by holding the back of his neck and pressing your lips to his again.
 âFelt so goodâŠâ You mumbled through kisses. âT-think Iâm ready nowâŠâ
 His heart fluttered as he felt your hand between his legs, stroking his sensitive thighs. And then he looked at you in a way that a boy had never looked at you before, with big, dark, sparkling, pleading eyes. Like he needed you.
 So gently, like you were afraid heâd break, you slipped his dick out of his blue plaid boxers. He was so hard, so sticky and pulsing that you were sure he must have been in pain. âThank you for making me feel good,â you whispered. âI know it must have been hard to waitâŠâ
 He shook his head, closing his eyes. âDonât thank me.â He let out a tiny noise as you stroked him once. âI loved it,â he breathed. âI loved doing that for you.â
 You smiled, kissing him again. âTake these off,â you pleaded, tugging at the waistband of his boxers.Â
 Mingi pushed them down, kicking them off the bed at his feet. And then he was fully naked, hovering above you, also fully naked. It should have been scary, but youâd never felt more safe. You reached your arms behind him, stroking his back before sliding your hands down to teasingly squeeze his ass.
 He let out a choked noise and you laughed. âSorry, Iâve always wanted to do that. You have a really nice ass.â
 He shook his head, laughing and kissing you again.
 âYouâre really beautiful, Mingi.â You whispered, feeling another pang in your core as he groaned at the praise.Â
 He reached a hand up, squeezing your breast as he kissed you and kissed you and kissed you. His heavy cock rested on your belly, clear precum sticking to your soft skin.Â
 You reached for the condom on the nightstand, carefully ripping it open. His eyes didnât leave your face as you gently rolled it onto him, your small hand wrapping around his girth. You slid his tip between your folds, then coated it in even more lube. You knew it might still hurt a little bit, but you felt much more prepared for it this time.Â
 âThe second it starts to hurt,â he whispered, his voice raspy. âYou tell me.â
 You nodded. The two of you looked into each otherâs eyes, and didnât look away when his tip was aligned with your entrance.Â
 But his eyes fluttered shut a bit when he slipped inside. He couldnât help it.
 Your gasp made him open his eyes again. âAre you okay?â
 âMmhââ You nodded, your voice high pitched and squeaky. He pushed forward, filling you, stretching you, making you his.
 âMingiâŠâ You whined, tears blurring your vision. âS-so bigâŠâ
 He kissed away the first tear that fell. âI know, Iâm sorry,â he whispered, âY-Youâre doing so well.â
 He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his length.Â
 âIs itâŠâ You looked up at him with teary eyes. âIs it all the way in yet?â
 âNot yet.â His eyes were full of empathy and adoration. âCan you take any more? Itâs okay if you canât.â
 You whimpered. âSâbig, Mingi.â
 âI know, baby, I know itâs big. Does it feel good? D-Does it hurt?â
 âIt feelsâŠâ you trailed off. âIt feels good but it hurts. I dunno if I can take any more.â
 âThatâs okay,â he nodded, kissing your forehead. âYou feel s-so good just like this.â
 âR-really?â
 âYes,â he nodded. âYou feel amazing. So⊠so fucking good.â He gritted his teeth as he spoke, shaking and sweating and forcing himself to not instinctively start fucking you hard and fast. âCan I move a little bit now?â
 âYes,â you nodded. âSlow, please.â
 He pulled back so that only the very end of his tip was dipped into your opening, then shakily pushed forward in a single stroke, a little over three quarters of the way inside.Â
 Tears stung his and your eyes. You felt better than anything heâd ever felt before, and the stretching sensation was starting to feel more pleasant than painful.Â
 âIâm soâŠâ he whimpered. âIâm so proud of you. Youâre taking me so well.â
 âMingiâŠâ you whined in response, clawing at his back. âF-feels good.â
 âYeah?â His eyes met yours. âIt feels good?â
 âMmm. I want⊠want you to fuck me. B-but slow, okay?â
 He visibly shivered, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as his whole body became covered in goosebumps.Â
 âT-tell me if itâs too much.â
 He attempted to set a pace then, slowly pushing and pulling his hips to halfway-fuck you as gently as he possibly could. Little moans slipped from your lips in time with his thrusts.
 âUnghâŠâ he whimpered, âGod. F-feels so good. Youâre soâŠâ his eyebrows furrowed. âFuck, youâre so tight.â
 âMingiâŠâ You rested your hand on his cheek. âKiss.â
 He didnât need to be told twice. His perfectly full lips gently kissed yours, softly massaging his tongue into your mouth while he slowly pumped his cock in and out of you. You were embarrassed that you couldnât take his whole length yet, but you decided in that moment that this wouldnât be the last time you did this with him, and you had all the time in the world to train for the entirety of him.Â
 âFuckâŠâ he repeated, resting his forehead against yours. âIâm⊠Iâm close. Iâm sorry.â
 âYou are?â Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him, a moan slipping from your lips when his thrusts got a bit faster.Â
 That was fast, you thought, but it was his first time, you supposed. You hoped he had good stamina, because you didnât want this night to be anywhere close to over.
 âI c-canâtâŠâ His hips were starting to shake a bit. âGod, you feel so good. Squeezing me so tight.â
 âMingâŠâ you whispered, holding his face. âI wanna make you cum. Want you to cum for me.â
 âOh, fuckâŠâ he whimpered. âGod, f-fuck-â
 His voice cracked as his eyes squeezed shut, his belly tensing and his lips dropping open in a silent moan.Â
 And for a few seconds, time didnât exist. There was only him and you and your bodies, like this was how you were always meant to be. You felt his big hand on your waist and his thick length stretching you out, but you also felt that same comforting atmosphere that always followed him around. You saw his face, the one that you knew so well, contorted in pleasure, and you heard his familiar voice making unfamiliar noises. And there was no one in the world youâd rather do this with. There was no one else you wanted to kiss.Â
 âI love you.â
 He cried out as he came, curling in on himself and burying his face in your neck as he pulled out so just his tip was inside, pumping the condom full of his load.Â
 He pulled out and rested his cock on your belly, huffing in your neck as he caught his breath.Â
 You stroked his hair and swallowed, a lump forming in your throat.Â
 You said it. You told him out loud and youâd never be able to take it back.Â
 He just kept breathing down your neck, sweaty and shaking and wondering if he heard you right.Â
 âIâ I tried not toâŠâ you breathed. âI tried so hard not to fall in love with you. Youâre my best friend and you mean more to me than anyone else. But I justâŠâÂ
 You swallowed. There was really no going back now.Â
 âI see you smiling and it hits me like a steamroller. Like my chest is knocked in and I canât breathe. It feels⊠It feels like Iâm suffocating and I donât know how to stop it or make it go away.â Â
 You felt his large hand hold your jaw, and his lips were on yours.Â
 âPlease⊠be my girlfriend,â he mumbled, breathless between kisses.
 You pulled back to look in his eyes. âWhat?â
 âIâve been in love with you since we were kids. Please, please, please be my girlfriend.â
 Your face broke a little bit. âYou have?â
 He nodded, and then his face broke, too. âPlease say yes.â He held your face, looking deep into your eyes. âP-please, baby.â
 âObviously yes,â you smiled, tears so close to spilling from your eyes. âDummy.â
 âI love you,â he cried, kissing you again. âI love you so fucking much.â
 âMingi,â you breathed, for no reason other than to say his name.Â
 He kissed you and cried and you kissed him and cried, and he suddenly remembered what Yunho said. A nice way to show her I really care.Â
 He kissed down your neck, across your chest, on your nipples, over your belly, until his shoulders were between your thighs.
 âW-what are you doing?â You asked, looking down at him a little too innocently.
 âI donât really know,â he sighed, leaning forward and kissing your dewy pussy.
 âA-ah! Mingi!â Your legs instinctively closed around his head, and his big hands gently pried them open again.Â
 âItâs okayâŠâ he breathed, leaning forward again. âIâve got you, baby. Iâm not gonna hurt you.â He sweetly kissed your inner thigh before spreading you with his tongue.
 You whimpered and squirmed, grabbing a fistful of his soft dark hair.Â
 âYou sound so pretty,â he mumbled, kissing your clit, âAnd you taste so goodâŠâ
 His thick, plump lips worked with his velvet tongue to worship your pussy. And it was loud, the room filled with wet sounds and Mingiâs groans, along with the pathetic little moans you were letting out.Â
 You looked down at him. His ears and cheeks were dark red, his eyes closed, the sharp tip of his nose shiny and wet.Â
 âT-that feels really good, Mingââ You were interrupted by your own gasp as his tongue slipped into your entrance.Â
 âYouâre mine nowâŠâ His deep voice sounded gravelly and thick. âYouâre all fucking mineâŠâ
 âMingiâŠâ You whimpered, lacing your fingers through his hair as his lips sweetly sucked your clit. How did you learn how to do this? You wanted to ask.Â
 But he was moaning against you again before the thought could finish. âIâm gonna do this every fuckinâ dayâŠâ He blinked slowly, a string of drool connecting his lips and your pussy. He used his broad shoulders to push your legs open even wider, taking a deep breath before diving back in.Â
 This time, he slipped two fingers inside of you while he worked his tongue. He closed his eyes, enjoying the taste of you while he passionately used his fingers and tongue.Â
 âIâve dreamed of thisâŠâ He paused to kiss your inner thighs. âWanted this for so long⊠needed to know what you tasted like.â
 âMingiâŠâ You breathed, watching as his pink tongue drew circles around your clit. âI-Iâm gonna cum againâŠâ
 âYes,â he groaned, never coming up for air. âPlease, baby. Come in my mouth. I wanna taste all of it, please⊠wanna lick you clean.â
 Hearing those filthy words come from shy, sweet Mingiâs mouth made your stomach flutter. Your thighs clenched around his head as he gave you the most enthusiastic slurp of the night, the otherwise silent room filled with the sounds of his mouth devouring you.Â
 You moaned so loud when you came that there was no doubt in your mind that your roommates heard. Mingiâs groans of enthusiasm were hardly muted, either.Â
 Your thighs twitched, your body shook and your hips pressed against Mingiâs warm mouth as your orgasm consumed you, and youâd never felt more adored in your life.
 And then he didnât stop.Â
 âMingi!â You cried out, trying to squirm away from his tongue.Â
 But he looped his arm under one of your thighs, keeping you pried open. He used his other hand to spread your pussy, groaning as he licked it again.Â
 âMy girlâŠâ He mumbled, and he seemed to be drunk off the taste of you, talking to himself. âSuch a pretty fuckinâ pussyâŠâÂ
 Your eyes widened and you twitched as his tongue flicked inside of you again. Youâd never seen this side of Mingi before; youâd never seen anything close to this side of Mingi before⊠and you really, really didnât want it to stop. Butâ
 âIâm really sensitive, MingâŠâ
 That seemed to snap him out of his trance a bit. He looked up, moving his body up to sweetly kiss your lips again. âIâm sorry, baby. You j-justâŠâ He sighed, catching his breath. âYou taste so good.â
 You smiled. âI really like it when you call me baby.â
 He kissed your forehead then collapsed on the bed, laying next to you. You rolled onto your side, gently stroking his belly.Â
 âDo you feel good?â He asked softly, his full cheeks blushing. âWas that enough?â
 âEnough?â You laughed in disbelief. âIt was perfect.â You nodded. âPerfect.â
 âIâll always make sure youâre satisfied, okay?â Your boyfriend looked you in the eye, his brow slightly furrowed. âA-and Iâll always make sure youâre taken care of. Iâll make sure your belly is always full and your shoes never get dirty.â
 A kiss on his chin, your face in his neck. âItâs just me, Mingi. Just you and me.â
 âJust usâŠâ He mumbled, âJust like always.â
 You nodded and then sat in silence, touching and being touched. He stroked your thigh with his pinky, his eyes on your lips.Â
 âIn our own little world. Just the two of us.â
#song mingi x reader#mingi smut#song mingi x y/n#song mingi x you#ateez fanfic#ateez x reader#ateez imagines#ateez fic#mingi scenarios#mingi fanfic#mingi x reader
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Warnings: Mild spoilers for Across The Spiderverse, one (1) curse word, angst, unrequited love.
word count: 1, 545
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In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spiderman.
âRight,â You snort, closing the comic book in your hands and placing it back into the pile on Milesâs bed. He glances up from the comic heâs reading, raising a brow at your sceptical expression.Â
âWhat?â He hums in amusement, casually grabbing a candy bar from his pocket and tossing it to you. It almost slips from your fingers, but you manage to catch it just in time with a playful eye roll.
âWhatâs so bad about Gwen Stacy ending up with Spiderman, anyway?âÂ
âItâs just,â you hesitate. Would he think itâs stupid? âItâs unrealistic. I mean, itâs nice that Spiderman has a predestined love, but it doesnât mean that it has to go by the book, yâknow? Itâs his life. Maybe thereâs a really rude and narcissistic Gwen out there in another universe.â
âW-well, what if there isnât? Iâm pretty sure that there are good Gwens out there.â You look at him curiously, wondering whatâs got him so defensive.Â
âWhatâs got your undies in a twist?â You chuckle at his earlier words, the tautness in his voice a surprise. Leaning back against the wall next to his bed, you kick your feet up to rest next to his arm, watching him frown and shove you off playfully.
âItâs nothing.â He tries to laugh it off, but the hint of nervousness in his eyes suggests otherwise. You narrow your eyes at him, watching him rub the back of his neck as beads of sweat form on his hand.Â
Heâs lying. Why?
âOkay,â You choose to say instead, letting him be as you turn away. Your heartstrings tug slightly at the wistful look in his eyes when he stares at the front cover of the comic you were reading earlier, the illustration of Gwen Stacy clear as day.
You know heâs hiding something from you, something big. Ever since last month, heâd been cancelling hangouts and study sessions, and heâs always coming up with new excuses to avoid hanging out with you. During the few times you get to meet him, Miles always has a hint of nostalgia in his words, a glint of longing in his eyes as if heâd rather be with other people.
It hurts.Â
And it hurts even more when you planned to confess to him last week on the rooftop, only for him to show up hours late. He called you in a panic, apologies spilling past his lips before you promised you werenât mad.Â
On the other end of the phone, however, you throw away the letter youâd so painstakingly written for him, just for that day. All the words prepared were useless, fading into the corner of your mind when you heard his voice on the phone.Â
âItâs fine,â You promised him countless times, hearing nothing but hesitance in his words when he checked to make sure it really was fine. Since then, you decided to squash down your confession, constantly procrastinating the day you tell him how you really feel.
âWhat about tomorrowâs bio test? You studied?â You ask, turning your head to see him freeze at the mention of the test he most definitely hasnât studied for. He smiles sheepishly, silently pleading for you to share your notes with him.Â
âYou and me against the world, right?â He grins, holding out his hand for a fist bump as he sits on his bed from his lazy position.Â
âRight,â You chuckle, grabbing the binder and notebook from your bag and handing it to him. You watch him flip through the pages fondly, eyes tracing the outline of his face and your gaze lingering on his lips.
You and him against the world.
It's always been you two for as long as you can remember. From the day you met in kindergarten to now, even as he stands in front of you in his Spiderman suit.Â
You let out a disbelieving laugh, sitting down on your bed. Shocked doesn't even begin to describe how you're feeling right now. You come home from school and decide to drop by Milesâs apartment, waiting in his room with your feet propped onto his desk, only to see motherfucking Spiderman crawl into the room and pull off his mask to reveal your childhood friend (and the boy youâre in love with).
Miles had been keeping such a huge secret from you this whole time. You're ready to punch him - to scold him even, for not telling you earlier. Heâs your best friend, but apparently, he doesn't feel the same way if heâs been hiding this from you. Arenât you trustworthy enough?Â
Arenât you good enough?
His eyes are wide and filled with pure fear, hands trembling as he hugs himself, bracing his emotions for when you finally get mad. Your breaths are shaky, eyes flitting between him and the mask he holds in his hands. Flickers of anger begin to sink in, the claws of self-doubt sinking into your chest.
But a moment of clarity hits you. Miles didn't need a reaction right now. He needs you. He needs his best friend.
"Okay. Okay," You repeat through a slow exhale, looking up at him with a nod of acceptance. You simply gesture for him to sit down next to you. He does so without a word, automatically leaning his head on your shoulder like he always does when he's nervous and scared.
"You're not mad?" He asks softly. You shake your head, bringing his hand up to plant a soft kiss on his knuckles, ignoring the slight flutter in your chest as your lips graze against the skin.
To him, the action meant little, a comforting gesture used between you both since you were kids.
But to you, it means everything else. You try to push down the way your heart speeds up when his breaths brush against the exposed skin of your shoulders, hoping he wonât look up and see your gaze filled with pure love and concern for him.
Instead, you stare straight ahead at the window that overlooks the next few apartment buildings. The sunset is beautiful, auburn orange bathing the graffiti-covered concrete in a warm glow that has you wishing this isnât the situation youâre in now. He tucks his head under yours, and your cheek presses against his hair, watching the sunset together.Â
"I'm not mad," You promise in a soft sigh, feeling him finally relax under you. He mumbles out thanks, and you merely grin, pressing another casual peck on his hand, the both of you falling silent after.
And for once in the five years that you've grown to love him more than he'd ever know, this time, you're not lying.Â
â â â â âÂ
It's the day of the celebration, a joyous occasion meant to act as a hallmark for Mr Moralesâs promotion.
But Miles is nowhere to be found. After returning from god knows where he disappeared, he returns with a girl.
Gwanda is her name. You stare at the blonde hair, the strawberry-coloured tips catching your eyes. The colour looks pretty on her. Her nervous disposition only makes you slightly suspicious, watching her leave from a short distance away after Mrs Morales approaches them.
But judging from the look in Miles's eyes after his mom talks to him, you know.
The way he looks at her is different. He's never had such fondness in his gaze with you, much less watching you walk away with such regret. So you walk to him and hand him your drink which he takes a sip from, and pat his shoulder with a reassuring smile.
"Go."Â
"You sure?"
"I'll be fine here. Besides, Iâm sure I can handle a few hours of distracting your dad." You chuckle with a roll of your eyes, pushing down the pained pang in your heart at his bright smile. Every fibre of your being screams at you to grab onto his arm, to never let go. They scream at you to part your lips and let the words festering in your heart finally spill out.
But even as your eyes linger on him with a hollow grin, he doesnât notice.
And thatâs the difference.
"Thanks. Hey, you and me against the world, right?" Miles grins, placing a soft peck on your forehead. You bat him away with a faint smile, struggling to keep the tears from forming in your eyes. If he didnât leave in the next ten seconds, youâre not sure you can no longer hold back your choked hiccups.
"Just come back to me, okay?"Â
He nods, a silent promise lingering in the air between you both. To him, it's a promise of return, to come back safe.
To you, it's a promise filled with desperation, wanting nothing more than for your Miles to come back to you. For your Miles to see you in the same light he views Gwanda in. To see you the way he sees her.Â
Maybe he was right all along. Maybe in every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spiderman.
You watch him leave with an excited grin on his lips, taking a sip from your cup and wishing that the fizzy liquid could drown your sorrows instead.
And in every other universe, you wish it were you.
#across the spiderverse x reader#across the spiderverse#spiderman: across the spiderverse#miles morales#miles morales x reader#into the spiderverse x reader#into the spiderverse#miles morales angst#miles morales x you#miles morales x y/n
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self-care night w/ simon
self-care, charcuterie, and movie night with simon <3 he literally doesn't care what for dinner as long as you're for dessert!! tags: a little nsfw, but mostly fluff and loving on simon, i wanna appreciate the quiet moments you get with him <333 a/n: i dont think i've written fanfic since i was 17/18 but my current hyper fixation is ghost and so the brain worms need to come out
'girl dinner~ girl dinner~~~ giiiiirlll dinner~~~~' you sing to yourself, laying out slices of a freshly baked baguette, prosciutto, brie, strawberries, and other delectable little treats along the long cutting board.
youre at simon's flat right now since he's on leave and you both want to spend every second together that you can!! while simon was at the gym, you went to go get snacks for a movie night in together!! you had big plans to stay in and do nothing!! you weren't sure if everything you had planned was really simon's thing but you loveddd a little self-care night and you know that if you love it, simon's always game to play along (he's so sweet to you like that!!)
simon comes out of the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. his hair's still a bit wet and he's wearing a soft worn black t shirt and matching black boxer briefs. it takes all your willpower to not be a horny little shit and start something right now. "'m ready," he tells you.
"ooo yay!!" you cheered, excited. you had specially requested that simon let you do his skincare after showering.
he watches you gingerly setting the charcuterie board on the coffee table. he notices that there's already a glass of whiskey waiting for him. there were also two wine glasses sitting on the table adjacent to a pink wine bottle. and everything was sitting on top of these ceramic coasters you picked out and painted as a surprise for him during one of your first dates <3
simon watches you bounce over to him. you've already changed into one of his shirts and some little shorts. he's undressing you in his head as you take his hand and guide him back into the bathroom.
the corner of his lip quirks upwards as he lifts you by your waist onto the bathroom counter so you can have easy access to his face. you slide to sit closer to the edge so simon can stand right in between your legs.
your toiletry bag was already sitting on the counter. you dig through it pulling out tiny bottles of toners and serums and moisturizer. simon listens intently as you explain what each one does. you shake some toner onto your plans and massage it into simon's face. he closes his eyes and leans into your touch, content and safe. sometimes his mind wanders off to other things -- chores he still needs to get done, if his mom and dad were ever like this, flashbacks to the mission he just completed -- but your soft touch brings him back to the present. simon sits and revels as you work through each step, gently and lovingly massaging the potion you've brewed especially for him into his face. into the scars lining his jaw and cheeks. into the wrinkles of his skin from hours of stress, of laying in the sun, scoping out his target, of fretting about why you're still here, with him.
simon's resting his hands on your thighs, and he gives them the gentlest squeeze. it's a silent reassurance to himself -- that you're really there. with him. the prettiest bird he's ever met is in his little flat welcoming him home from deployment. he still doesn't understand how or why there's a soft spot in your heart for a brute like him, but he's learning to stop questioning it. he's learning that maybe he does deserve you after all. maybe simon does get to be happy.
"almost done~, just gotta do some lip balm next" you chime. simon grunts in acknowledge, his eyes still closed. he can't see anything, but he hears you pull out something else from your toiletries bag. you unscrew it, a moment passes, and simon barely registers the scent of strawberries before feeling your lips press up against his.
simon contently moans into the kiss, thinking about the passionate sex you two had last night... and this morning and right before he went to the gym. he raises his hands to firmly brace your hips against his. before simon has the chance to start nipping at your lips, you pull away and say, "all done!"
you even take a finger to swipe some excess lip balm off the corner of his mouth before you giggle and slip off the bathroom counter, absolutely aware of the effect you have on him. you love being his little minx <3
you walk over plop down on the couch and smile at simon, patting on the seat next to you, inviting him to join. for now, he ignores the growing tent in his boxers.
as soon as he sits down, you scooch up against his side and he raises his arm to wrap it around your shoulders. as you rest your cheek on him, simon feels a warmth creep up inside. you two fit together like pieces of a puzzle. before meeting you, what did he even do while he was on leave? this is the most at ease he's felt in a long time. the long lonely nights of sitting by himself on his couch, trying to figure out what to do next are in the past.
you turn to plant a kiss on his shoulder. there's a part of simon that preens under the ample attention you shower him with.
"you wanna try a bite of all this?" you asked. simon knows you're talking about the charcuterie board you put together, but he's thinking about something else he'd like a bite of đ đ
simon doesn't even have to give you a verbal response, he just opens his mouth and you slide in a delicate little bite of baguette and brie with a drizzle of honey on top into his mouth. he chews and chews, and relishes it. simon's never been one for 'fancy' food like this, but the fact that you prepared it for him warms his heart. it's been a long time since someone's made food for him. simon nods thoughtfully and takes a sip of his whiskey. "that's fuckin' gourmet right there," he says.
you giggle again. "im so glad you like it!!" you say. it sends a chill down simon's back.
oh, he could get used to this.
#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#reader insert#call of duty
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anal on the beach w/ gaz. a spiritual continuation of that one cbf! dry humping blurb i wrote but can be read separately
kinda dubcon. anal (obviously). manipulation. semi-public sex (no one catches you). gn! reader
he texts you that heâs got an extra ticket to fiji. the message is brief, spontaneous like he tends to be. pack your bags. eta 1420. you planned on rotting home all weekend, already in your pyjamas and hair care, looking every bit a wreck as you feel. it isnât exactly the opportune time for him to come by; though you know mentioning it wonât do anything to change the fact that he will.
frankly, the whole thing reeks of that kyle-specific class of manoeuvring youâve come to know in recent. catching you off guard with something you canât say no to, and using it to push you past what youâre comfortable with. youâre tempted to refuse. itâs too short a notice. pick someone else. but a week long beach trip sounds nice, actually. work has been killing you. your personal lifeâs a mess. every date youâve managed to snag in the past month has ghosted you. and to top it all off, you miss your best friend â his odd quirks and all.
so your bodyâs way of protesting is to slip off the couch, refocusing on the effort it takes to haul your luggage out of storage rather than your several woes. by the time kyle comes by, youâre in a sweatsuit and sneakers, bag stuffed with all the swimsuits youâve owned since high school; you doubt youâll have time to wash one between swims.
and itâs nice. you sit next to one another on the plane, syncing your movies by counting down to three. yours is always a few seconds behind, but he waits for your reactions before delving into a spiel about how realistic it is to drive a knife into someoneâs throat with just your teeth, Ă la dev patel. you listen, swinging off every word he says into your own conversations, and it goes that way until the old lady two rows back shushes you. you, specifically, seeing as kyle charmed her into deference when he helped her lift her bags in the overhead compartments. always so considerate.
still, youâre concerned about falling asleep next to him, lest you wake to find a hand kneading your inner thigh.
nothing weird happens, though. you touch down in fiji and check into a lagoon resort (we managed to find you that king room, mr. garrick â the receptionist adds with a smile, eclipsing the weary way you regard sharing one bed. but youâve had your fair share of cramped family vacations, and are well-versed in the subtle art of pillow walls to keep his side and yours separate.) that first night, he gives you an hour to dress up for dinner reservations while he fetches snacks for the room. make it pretty, yeah? weâre meeting a few distant cousins fâmine. i told them weâre dating to keep the work questions off my back.
nothing weird happens. untilâ
you take a boat out to Fulaga after citing it as one of the least populous islands. with wisps of white sand, like bakerâs flour beneath your feet, and limestone islets across electric blue waters, itâs hard to see why.
no matter to either of you. you lay your towel on flat patch of sand, smothering yourself in sunscreen to play a game of chicken and waves. a vain endeavour, of course. heâs always willing swim out further than you, diving under quivering waters to arch amongst sea turtles and ulavi.
eventually, you grow bored of watching him from the shore, ambling back to your set-up to make use of the oils you bought for an exorbitant price. they lacquer over your skin, the places you can reach, to reflect the light overhead. you recall a quote you read in uni as you slather â something about people broiling themselves as though they were nothing but cuts of meat â and falter for just a moment. it had seemed crude at the time, particularly in the context in which it read, but as you prep yourself for the sun, you canât help but feel exposed. vulnerable. like predatory eyes are tuned in all around you, peeking from the foliage, the waves, and honed on your slippery flesh.
you tell yourself youâre being silly, and spread yourself back on your towel. the heat licks away at your worries, making good work of laving the salty stress off your neck. you measure time in how long it takes for the sand to flake off your feet, drying as the rest of you does.
when the soft stretch of your stomach starts to burn, you turn yourself over and bury your cheek into the fibres cradling you. sun-drunk, chafed, bruised a little from the choppy waters, you welcome sleep when it inches on your conscious.
âand what are you doing exactly?â kyle huffs, encroaching on your sanctuary. you canât see him, though you can almost hear the water vaporising off his dark skin. sizzling. the heat sinks into your side once he flops down onto his own towel.
âsunbathing.â you mumble, reluctant to give more than a words response lest it shakes you out of languor.
âthe waterâs great. youâre missing out.â
âmm. later.â
âand what am i supposed to do?â he all but whines, tugging at the complicated strings that tie your bottoms up on your hips. it doesnât feel as suggestive as it might be. all you can manage, in the wake of your scoured unease, is annoyance.
âread. dig. sleep.â
he doesnât take to your advice, shuffling until his knee presses into your arm. âyou missed a spot on your back.â
âget it, then.â
âwhereâs the lube?â
your head snaps up, eyes narrowed both to adjust to the brightness and in admonishment. âoil.â
âsame difference.â his grin is wicked, white and impossible to upbraid. rolling your eyes, you settle back down, face turned the other way around to keep an eye on him.
âin my bag.â
he shuffles through your stuff until he comes up with the hot pink bottle, making no stop for confirmation before he squirts the contents over his hands. they feel every bit as big as they look when they press into your back, right below your nape. rough, barnacled with callouses, but softened a bit by the ointment so it doesnât hurt when his thumbs run circles around your shoulder blades. you sound an appreciative moan.
âsay, if youâre short on something to do, yâcan always massage me.â
âyeah, yeah. doubt youâll return the favour.â
âi would... later.â
he laughs. âwhatever. isnât what i want, anyway.â
âand what do you want?â you ask. not because youâre curious â but so long as entertaining him keeps his efforts on your sore muscles, youâll keep at it.
âoh, yâknow.â kyle hums. ambiguous. you donât know, not really. not until one caress strays lower than it should, conforming to the rounded shape of your ass. your cheeks clench with the sudden touch. he takes it as confirmation that you must want the same thing, too. âthese bottoms arenât leaving much to the imagination, mate.â
âth-theyâre old.â
âthis pert thing is practically eating them. canât see fabric anymore.â he squeezes the fat there, shaking it in a vice grip that doesnât so much as allow you to sit up, to knock his assault off. âwant me to look for it?â
âkyleââ
âkyle.â he mocks, snickering. your hesitation does nothing to dissuade him. instead, he rocks up to straddle your legs, hands moving away from your back to settle below the curve of your ass. you donât know whatâs hotter â the damp, sun-bleached sand cushioning you, or the way he spreads either cheek apart, groaning when your swim-suit slips to expose the tight rim under it. âfuck. you been hiding this from me?â
âi- i donât⊠please donât be w-weird about this.â
âdunno what you mean by that.â he says, then promptly proceeds to be weird about it as his knuckle grazes your hole. youâre stiff, printing an indelible mark on beach. ânever had it touched before?â
âno. iâm not a freak.â
âouch, darl.â but heâs already spurting a hefty amount of oil onto you, working it in with a thick thumb. effectively makes good on his stupid name for it; lubes you up, nice and slick, so the only pain that arises at his intrusion is the virgin stretch. âpromise it feels good.â
and you hate to admit it, but it does. once you get over the foreign sensation of his finger pistoning where youâve never been fucked before, it stirs a tumultuous heat in your belly. part of it, you think, isnât so much the physical sensation as it is the taboo of it all. despite the beach being virtually empty, void of any life but hermit crabs and the two debauched humans at its centre, thereâs a delicious thrill that curls with the risk of being caught. not only being conventionally raunchy, but having your ass gaped by your best friend. what a sight you must make, pinned to the ground, having your sense pared off you in slow, painstaking layers.
one finger becomes two, and two soon turns to three.
the sound is so lewd, borderline disgusting when set against the natural ambience. you squelch and suck around him, lube smacking between your nates. and you lament it in slow, drawn-out breaths. embarrassed, wailing, soughing with the briny wind. kyleâs determined to get you ready for something much bigger, it seems, because four digits cram into your hole and scissor apart.
âis that re- really necessary?â you pick your sand- dusted face off the towel to huff into the thick air.
you feel him jostle atop your legs. shrugging, likely, in that deferent way he does when he realises acquiescence will better serve his purpose.
âwhatever you want, mate.â thereâs the sound of wet fabric scratching against itself, his trunks shucked down to rest mid-thigh. âi was getting impatient, anyway.â
if the excitement in his tone isnât enough of a forewarning, he soon makes you regret saying anything at all when he notches his cock against you. itâs fat even at the end, the head too hefty to fit between your spread cheeks. it slips as it searches for purchase, rubbing against the excess lube he pours for aid, before pushing in. not in one fell swoop, but with five short, strong thrusts to finally anchor into your asshole.
you squeal, grasping behind you, onto his wrists for stability. you feel capsized, heeled over, thrown off kilter. shells and sparkling horizons dot the backs of your eyelids, liquid pleasure coursing through your veins. nothing about it is romantic, momentous like firsts should be. rather, you liken it to soap scum. spume. salt crusted hair. natural conclusions to things you overlook.
âsâfuckinâ tight, soft. canât breath when you squee-eeze me like th-that. loosen up⊠up, mate.â
âk-kyle. fuck. ah! i c-canât, youâre so⊠yersobig.â
âtried, didnât i? bâyou wanted to complain. next time iâll make you t-take it dry⊠teach you how to count your, your blessings.â
and that turn of phrase â next time â is what sticks as he thrusts into you. not the implication that itâll be painful, or that he intends to punish you for whatever it is you did wrong â but that this isnât the last incident of its kind.
you had excused his homecoming â that first time he rushed you with a hug and came in his pants â as incidental, weeks of pent up energy. you try to excuse this â this, taking your ass on a vacation he probably booked precisely for the two of you â even while it unfolds, searching for justification in the distance between here and home.
but youâre not stupid. what becomes increasingly clear, as kyle fixes your waist in place and cants your hips higher, balls slapping your greased thighs, tightening with his looming orgasm, is that this was never meant to be a one time thing.
(wonât be, if he has any say in it.)
you resolve to think about it later. later; the coil in your stomach ripping a blinding release.
#unedited#and written on my phone#im in a summer mood if u couldnt tell#also back on my gaz loves butt stuff agenda#kyle âgazâ garrick x reader#kyle garrick x reader#gaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle âgazâ garrick#kyle garrick#gaz#kyle gaz Garrick#x you#x reader
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bring back yan!bully đđ i miss him, don't kept him in basement too long, pookie (â„ïčâ„) anyway i love you and i hope you have great day/night đ
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Yandere! Bully
A/N : Revamped version of my little gremlin Dariusđđ°
T/W : harassment, death threats,possessive behaviour.
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[Name] gripped the strap of their bag tighter in their hand to calm their nerves as they stared at the huge building before them. They had recently moved to another city after their parents had been offered a job opportunity.
They were in an unknown territory, having no knowledge whatsoever of this new place.
"Calm down [Name]. There's nothing for you to be scared of!" [Name] tried to convince themself, rubbing their sweaty palms on their shirt.
Walking inside the building, they were surprised by the spaciousness of the hall. They were expecting a packed hall filled with students around their lockers but were pleasantly surprised to see the opposite.
They could already hear the whispers of the people around them, almost all of them having mentioned about this Darius person. [Name] were intrigued, what kind of a person is this Darius?
[Name] didn't have to wonder for too long as their question was immediately answered by a harsh shove into the lockers.
"Ugh... what the hell?" They groaned as their back stung from the impact.
Looking at the person who were guilty of shoving them, their [E/C] eyes clashed with the vibrant golden irises that narrowed with amusement as if he was a predator watching his helpless prey trying to escape.
"You're a fresh meat. I can tell from how you look like you've lost your mommy in a store" He spat out in a condescending tone.
This must be the Darius the students have spoken about. A total dickhead apparently.
[Name] weren't having it, they're not going to let this man to ruin their first day. They ducked under his arms that was caging them to the lockers and ran away. It's better to walk away than be subjected to whatever the guy was planning to do to them.
Darius blinked, stunned at [Name]'s action. That's it? They don't even spare him a glanceâânot an ounce of reaction. Annoyance, fear, angerâânone!
He was offended by their lack of reaction to him. Darius swore to himself that he'll coax a reaction out of them, be it them screaming into his face or crying.
He'll make sure of it.
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"What's your favourite movie?" Here comes his random trivial question about [Name] of the day.
Eversince their encounter, Darius had become a persistent presence around [Name]. He would throw snarky remarks at them and try to pick on them whenever they would pass him at the halls or god forbid they share a class with him.
After a while though, [Name] noticed that Darius had become genuinely interested in them as a person. He would frequently try to make small talks or asked them trivial questions about them.
" [Favourite Movie]. Why'd you ask? You wanted to take me out?" [Name] teased.
"Yeah I'll take you outââin a fight" Those hint of crimson on his cheeks says otherwise though.
"I don't think sââ"
[Name]'s words where abruptly interrupted by an empty can of soda hitting them. They hissed at the impact of the can hitting the back of their head and turned to see the one responsible of throwing it.
Fucking. James.
It seems like someone has decided to take up the role of picking on them since they had 'tame' Darius. The aforementioned man seems to not take kindly to James throwing the can at them.
He stood up from his place beside [Name] and walked towards the table in which the bully-wannabe was sitting, the soda can in hand. [Name] watches James practically paled as Darius stood before him with a menacing smile.
"Here. I think you lost something"
Before James could take it from Darius's hand, his face was smashed by the can of soda, the can denting from the force of the impact.
"You bother [Name] again and I'll have you dead the next day" Darius sneered, each words laced with venom.
[Name] along with the rest of the students who were in the cafeteria were left in shock. The Darius just stood up against a bully?
"Whââwhat was that for?" [Name] asked Darius as he took his place beside them again.
He shrugged, stealing a fry from their lunch.
"Making sure everyone knows that you're mine. Only I can pick on you, got that?"
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#yandere x reader#tw: yandere#yandere#yandere oc#yandere x darling#yandere x y/n#yandere x you#gender neutral reader#yandere male#yandere headcanons
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skirt
satoru x reader âᥣđ© blurb c/w: reader wears a skirt, best friend gojo, everybody's in their early twenties (pretending nobody died or went astray, so suguru + haibara are here!!))
"When are the boys getting here?" Utahime asks, smoothing out one of the picnic blankets on the sand.
Shoko throws you a look, one you hate, and you check your phone. Your messages with Satoru are a mix of flirting and faux hatred shared between best friends. "5 minutes."
"Okay," Utahime mumbles, standing on the blanket. "I'll go get the extra snacks from the car."
And then she's gone, walking up the sand. The night is quiet, the only sound being the crackling of the bonfire a few feet down the beach.
"You know he's gonna freak out, right?"
You jump at the deadpan words of Shoko, and you turn toward her. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Your friend rolls her eyes and gestures to your outfit. "You know exactly what I'm saying. Gojo's gonna lose it."
With hot cheeks, you look down at your mini skirt. I mean, yeah, it's rare for you to wear such an item of clothing in the Jujutsu world, but you didn't think of it as such a big deal (you did).
Shrugging smugly, you place your drink in the cupholder of the camp chair. "Not like I planned to wear this since we made these plans."
But Shoko catches the smirk on your face and laughs. "Yeah, okay."
"Hey!" Haibara yells from the carpark. You and Shoko turn to see the boys making their way down the sand, Utamine in between Suguru and Nanami with bags of chips in her arms.
"Hide me," You giggle, grabbing Shoko by the shoulders to force her in front of you.
"You're joking," She whispers, rolling her eyes.
"Can you believe the nerve of these guys?" Utahime grumbles. "They had the great idea to get fast food instead of eating our prepared food!"
Shoko moves to lecture Suguru, who's holding a large paper cup in his hand, and soon rips into the other two. Satoru, however, pays no mind to her ranting.
As soon as his eyes land on you, he's looking at the sky and cursing under his breath. The glow of the bonfire on his face makes his hair orange, which makes you smile while you give him a twirl.
His strides are long as he stalks toward you, hands full of takeout. Your palms rest on his cheeks, and he refuses to look down, his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and gaze on your lips pulled into a smile.
âCan I just kiss you right here?â
You throw your head back in laughter. "No!"
Satoru groans and looks down at your legs where the skirt ends. âYouâre gonna fucking kill me.â
âGood. Might save Shoko from a heart attack.â
âWhen you two are done, we'd love to start eating,â Nanami calls, eyes narrowed at you.
"Hold on, Negative Nancy," Satoru chirped. "I'm admiring the love of my life."
Shoko scoffs and groans. "Make her your girlfriend before you start yapping."
Satoru shrugs one shoulder, hands hovering at your sides. You roll your lips between your teeth, legs shaky and heart pounding.
"Okay! I'm hungry, I'm eating," Suguru says, the rustling of paper bags following his sentence.
At the sound, the rest of the group start unpacking their dinner, choosing to ignore you.
Satoru sighs, moving his takeout bag to a spare finger on the hand holding his cup.
"Come on," He whispers, his hand low on your back. "Sit with me. I wanna get a better look at you."
#satoru gojo#jujutsu kaisen#satoru x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojou satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#jjk imagines#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen imagines#best friend satoru#â ann writes!
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barely delusional megumi, itadori, nanami.
-> tokyo revengers & haikyuu version
megumi fushiguro.
life as megumi is simple. he is simple. his routine never over-complicates itself nor will he allow it to do so. on top of that, he will always be sure to attend every plan he agreed upon â well, all except for one. you see, the prior plan before the plan with itadori and nobara had slipped his mind. it's only when he checked his phone for the time is when he remembered.
the trio planned for an evening-to-night hangout session. first, dinner. dinner is important. second, an arcade session. third, amusement park. a well-thought plan that can finally make its way out of being just a "plan." kind of.
"hey, are we still on for the arcade later?" itadori asks, licking the drips of his popsicle on his forearm.
megumi opens his mouth only to close it back. he takes a popsicle from the bag, busying himself with the snack, he replies, "can't, i promised my girlfriend i'll sleep over tonight."
silence. it's a sudden moment of silence. the kind of silence before something goes south.
one, two, three...
"YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!?"
"YOU PROMISED YOUR WHO?!"
both itadori and nobara voice their astonishment in unison. it's not every day you hear megumi speak about anything bordering romance. megumi, on the other hand, doesn't answer. his full attention is on his popsicle. indeed, he does feel the two pairs of eyes on him but will he respond to their shock? yes, actually.
"i said what i said," he shrugs, not understanding why it's so shocking.
nobara's jaw hangs loose. her popsicle already puddled on the ground. slowly, she regains her mind and forms a sentence, "you â you're not lying, right? is this megumi? FUSHIGURO megumi?"
itadori nods behind her, showing his support for her actions. megumi rolls his eyes, clearly he doesn't like the way they think he's a loser.
"yeah, yeah. when do i ever lie?"
"oh, you're right," defeated, nobara agrees. there's not a single memory in her mind where megumi lied.
itadori yuuji.
he's bent over gasping for his life. a few seconds ago, itadori ran three floors down the school just for a question. it's an important question and they â gojo and utahime â will answer.
"guys, what do you do when you want to buy someone a gift but that someone is your girlfriend but you're not sure if she'll like it butâ"
gojo drops his self-made paper plane, turns his head to the boy and begins, "pause right there yuuji. repeat that again."
slightly confused, itadori repeats himself from the beginning, "what do you do when youâ"
yet again, gojo cuts him off, "NOT that part. the one after."
confused, he repeats again, "but that someone is your girlfriend butâ"
gojo claps his hands together, sitting up straight and pointing a finger directly at itadori. "THERE â THAT PART."
utahime rubs her forehead, trying to calm down an incoming headache at the elder's childish behaviour. she sighs loudly, shooting a glare at gojo before turning to itadori with a small smile. "what gift do you have in mind?"
itadori, not remembering the gifts he had in mind, starts counting on his fingers. he knows he thought of roughly five gifts, but the question is what were the five gifts.
"uh, i think i had a five-hundred-dollar gift card in mind? don't remember the price but it's for makeup, skincare, and all that stuff!!" he replies, scratching the back of his head in slight embarrassment.
"that's a bit expensive. are you sure you'd want to buy it? if it comes from you i'm sure she'll love it either way," utahime attempts to comfort him. she's a tad bit concerned at the price but hey, love is priceless.
"mhm! it's our anniversary soon, too," itadori nods, feeling his nerves calm a little.
gojo, however, needs to put his input or he'll go crazy. slapping both palms on his thigh, he changes the tone of his voice to a serious one, "son, let me introduce you on the top ten ways to make a woman happy with money."
"gojo, no. don't."
nanami kento.
a true businessman has now ended his working hours. at 7:30 p.m on the dot, he's now in his office preparing himself for his activities at 8:00 p.m. unknown to him, a little pesky fly slides himself into his office. obnoxiously chewing on some lays chips, gojo questions nanami's new attire, "you look oddly handsome, nanami. you got a date?"
refusing to meet eye-to-eye with gojo, he responds to him, "i do, actually. with my woman." turning around, he still avoids eye contact with gojo. rolling his sleeves up to his elbow, nanami walks to his desk, searching for his wristwatch.
once content with his attire, nanami finally looks at gojo. his visual makes a vein pop out on nanami's forehead. crumbs all over his fingers, hair scattered everywhere, mismatching indoor shoes â just irritating.
"if you excuse me, gojo, i have somewhere to be. exit yourself," gesturing to the door, nanami expects gojo to leave and so he does. just one step away from being out of nanami's office, gojo turns around. something's off.
"yeah yeah, go on with your woman â wait," he begins, eyebrows raised in suspicion. "you have a woman? like, seriously?"
paying no heed to the fly, nanami makes his way to phone you a call. once you answered, he brings the phone to his ear, "i'll be there to pick you up in ten-minutes, okay? ... yeah, i love you too."
"NO WAY," louder than sirens, gojo gasps at the confession and return of love. his once-crumbled fingers now cover his mouth.
nanami, already annoyed by his presence, puts his finger on his lip, motioning to gojo that he needs to shut up.
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⥠Sympathy for the Devil âĄ
⥠Pairings: mobster!boyfriend!jimin x chubby!fem!reader
⥠Genre: mafia au/angst/smut
⥠Summary: After an arguement with your boyfriend, you set out to get back at him by bringing a date to the restaurant he frequents on a night you know he'll be there. It's a dangerous game, toying with another human life to get your way, but you do love danger, don't you? You wouldn't be looking to make a killer jealous if you didn't.
⥠Word Count: 3.2k
⥠Warnings: appearance of other members (non romantic), dom Jimin w/ switch vibes sprinkled in, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, rough sex, clit teasing, marking (hickeys), pet names (baby), you're feral for each other, fingering (f receiving), spanking, you give him a lil slap, choking, bathroom sex, possessiveness, jealousy, you're both kinda psychotic, implied murder, & that's it for the list of wholesome things in this fic.
⥠A/N: I'm such a sucker for mafia movies so I have the biggest soft spot for mafia fics. I want to thank @anyamaris for reading this first and encouraging me along the way when I was struggling with writer's block. Idk what I'd do without my #1 cheerleader for my dom Jimin agenda â€ïž
Some of the prettiest animals in nature are simultaneously the deadliest. Park Jimin is no exception...
Itâs impossible not to be enchanted by him. His face is a heavenly mixture of handsomeness and beauty. The cadence of his voice is like a song you canât quite get out of your head and just when you think you have itâs back again. Itâs all enough to make a girl blind to the blood on his hands.
Falling in love with him made the rest of the world all fuzzy. It blurred out everything. Not just the money laundering or the drug trafficking. To love him, to be loved by him, makes everything else feel like background noise. You've never touched a hard drug in your life but, the way he makes you feel, he must qualify as one.Â
Thatâs why youâre here doing the dumbest shit youâve ever done in your life.
Arguments are inevitable in relationships. But arguments when youâre dating a mob guy? Theyâre different beasts entirely and itâs a bitch to tame them. Your last argument with Jimin led to you packing a bag and running off to your best friendâs place. In the beginning you never had to question if you came before everything else. You were special to himâat least you thought you wereâand heâd stop anything to be with you.
But lately that hasnât been the case. Heâs been replacing his presence in your life with gifts, thinking he can make up for missed dates and lonely nights with designer bags. Maybe the other girlfriends are content with cuddling up to some ugly mink coat in place of their man but you arenât one of them.Â
He just canât seem to get that through his thick skull so youâve set out to make him. If the death stare heâs giving you across this bustling restaurant is any indication of how your planâs going, itâs working like a charm. You spent hours styling your hair just the way he likes it. Elegant and sleek, marrying beautifully with the softness of your face.
Your manicured nails are painted a translucent blue that deepens the slightest bit when the light hits it a certain way. The dress youâre wearing accentuates your curves in all the places he loves which, letâs be honest, is everywhere. And your heels, the heels, somehow makes your ass look more perfect than it already is. All of this and youâre sitting at a table having dinner with another man.Â
You spot Namjoon throwing an arm around Jiminâs shoulder, no doubt leaning in to give him one of his infamous pep talks. "Donât worry about herâ heâs surely saying, âItâs not worth it, man. See, sometimes love is justâŠâ Joon goes on, doing his best to keep his younger brother from doing something stupid but Jiminâs hardly listening. How can he when his bloodâs boiling hot enough to eat its way through his flesh?
Every Sunday night the brothers and their girlfriends come here for dinner. The owners, a sweet elderly couple, love them as if they were their own and give them the biggest table no matter how packed it is. This is the one night they get to pretend theyâre a normal family. Itâs tradition and you donât fuck with tradition. Everyone knows that. You know that.Â
âThe thing a lot of women donât understand is that men by nature arenât monogamousâ your date rambles between messy bites of dinner. The manâs not ugly by any means but god is he a pig, in more ways than one. Not that youâre complaining. Itâs why you had your best friend set you up with him. Whoever you bought here was no doubt being led to slaughter. Who better than a pig?
A chill runs through you at the ruthlessness of your own thoughts, wiping the smile from your face. Looking up, Jimin captures you in his gaze, the death glare replaced with a look of childlike amusement. Itâs as if the smile had fled from your face to find its new home on his, taunting you from afar. Whatâs he smiling for? Youâre not foolish enough to think itâs for anything good.Â
âI was thinking, itâs kinda loud in here. Wanna go to my place?â your date asks, his poor attempt at getting laid tonight falling on deaf ears.
Jimin stands up, slipping out of his suit jacket as he does so. Rolling up the sleeves of his pressed dress shirt, he leans to whisper something in Yoongiâs ear. Yoongi pours him a shot and he knocks it back like itâs nothing. The rest of the table watches on, concerned but doing their best to carry on dinner as usual. Their collective heart rate increases but none more than yours.
Maybe you hadnât really thought this one out. Noticing the color drain from your face, your date reaches out to touch your hand. âDonât!â you snap, jumping up from your seat. âIâm sorry. I just need a second.â Jiminâs halfway across the dining room when you flee toward the bathroom, nearly knocking into some poor innocent waiter in the process.Â
Navigating your way through the halls, you scramble to find a way out. Youâll tell the guy youâre sick. Thatâs it. Say youâre not feeling too well, must be the food or something, and send him on his way. Pretend this never happened.
âBeautiful dress, darlingâ an older woman smiles as she leaves the bathroom. You dash in before the door closes behind her, peeking your head back out to avoid being rude. âThank you!â you shout after her, quickly shutting the door and hurrying to the sink to splash some water on your face.
âSnap out of itâ you whisper, flicking specks of icy water at the makeup you worked tirelessly to apply. âMaybeâŠmaybe he wonât do anything, right? Weâre in public. He wouldnâtââ You force a weak, pained smile at the girl staring back at you in the mirror. âWho are you kidding?â you groan, burying your face in your hands, âHeâs gonna kill him.â
âBut you knew that already, didnât you?â sighs a voice that is distinctively not yours. Your hands drop from your face and there Jimin is, standing in the doorway with that same smile on. The one heâd so brutally ripped from your face. And here you are, shivering like a child too afraid of the monster under the bed to make a run for it.Â
In all your panic you couldâve sworn you locked the door when, in fact, youâd done no such thing. If heâd knocked you wouldâve had to open it anywayâyouâve never been great at saying no to himâbut at least you wouldâve given yourself a fighting chance. Nothing to stress your pretty little head about. Jimin steps in, easing the door closed, and you hear a sharp click. Itâs locked now.
The heels of his black Louboutin shoes tap against the polished tile as he approaches the sink. Your heart jumps with each tap, the sound growing unbearably louder the closer he gets. Jimin brings his arms around your waist, holding you as only lovers do, âYou want me to hurt him, donât you? Want me to break every bone in his body to show you how much I love you?â His full lips brush against your neck, soft tongue running along the surface of your skin like the head of a match ready to light up with dazzling flames.
Your eyes are glued to the mirror, watching helplessly as his hands skate up and down your body, fingertips ghosting your most sensitive areas. His touch is a truth serum, forcing you to betray yourself and lay your motives bare. âYou protect the things you love, Jimin. I only wanted to know if I was still one of them. Even if that meantâŠâ you shudder at the thought. âWe get what we want by any means. Thatâs what you taught me, isnât it?âÂ
Jimin grins, locking eyes with your reflection as he inches your dress up to reveal your pillowy thighs. âAah but you already have me. I let you throw your little tantrum but Iâll never let you go. You know that.â His fingers dip between the warmth of your thighs, teasing your clit through your panties.
âSo why?â he whispers, his other hand coming up to lovingly stroke your neck, âWhy would you try to embarrass me?â
You part your lips to speak but your words are forced back down by the sudden pressure applied to your windpipe by his hand. All that escapes are broken words and hushed gasps for air. The light abandons his eyes, that boyish charm he so effortlessly wields burning to ash as you squirm in his grip. You kick your legs to get free but it only serves to give him the room he needs to tear your panties to the side, the pads of his fingertips dripping with your arousal as they glide through your folds.
He loosens his grip on your neck and you manage to rasp out âMmmâŠsorryâŠdidnât meanâ before youâre plunged back into silence. Curling his fingers against your entrance, he sinks one into your core. A single digit pumping into needy walls that are already clenching in anticipation of the next one. Snatching your head back, he kisses you like he hates you. Hates you so much that he loves you. Loves you so much that he hates you. A cycle, endless and all consuming, that neither of you can break from.
âProve it to meâ he demands between your lips, plunging another finger into you, âBend over and show me how sorry you are.â Your back arches, bringing your soft ass flush against his bulge. You press back into him, feeling his cock twitch against your ass each time his fingers slam into your core. Jimin sneaks a glimpse at the mirror to watch the way your body jiggles from the motion. Thighs trembling, tits rocking in sync with the harsh movements of his wrist.
âFuck, youâre so pretty, baby.â Jimin slips his hand away from your neck, drenched fingers abandoning your pussy to apply sharp, wet slaps to your ass.
Spinning around to face him, you land an equally sharp slap across his face, âChoke me like that again and Iâll rip your head off.â
If the burning of your palm is any indication, you know you hit him hard but heâs unphased. He's actually smiling, licking his lips at you like youâre the most delicious thing in this restaurant. He sweeps you off of your feet, setting you down on the sink, âSo. Fucking. Pretty.â
The marbleâs even colder against your bottom than it was your hands but you donât give a shit. Jiminâs tongueâs down your throat as he pushes your dress up, ripping away what was left of your panties. Thatâs the only thing you give a shit about.Â
âJimin!â you giggle, tugging at the zipper on his pants, âYouâre gonna make me fall.â
Hooking his arms behind your knees, he spreads your legs, pushing them to your chest. âDonât worry, baby. I wonât let you fall.â
âPromise?â you pout, fingertips tracing the veins along his length.
They pulse and twitch as he raises his hips, dragging the underside of his cock between your folds. âI promise. I wonâtâaah, shit, babyâ he moans, his cock glazed in your arousal without having even been inside of you yet. âI didnât know you missed me that much.âÂ
You grab onto his shirt, the cotton knotted in your fists as you bask in the feeling of the head brushing your clit. âI did. Missed you so muchâ you mewl, guiding him to your entrance. Jimin peppers your cheeks with kisses, pushing into you. Filling you. Claiming you. âI, mmphh, missed, fuck, missed you tooâ he confesses, each word emphasized by thrusts that have you wanting to climb every wall in this bathroom.
When it comes to women Jiminâs told more lies than he can remember but never with you. He misses you and he means it, misses you so much that it hurts. Not just because you take his cock so well, somehow managing to look majestic when youâre being fucked up against this mirror. But because he feels incomplete without you.
Before you all he knew was violence and greed, constantly chasing power that would never be enough. Always needing more. He often wondered how much money it would take, how many buried enemies, to fill the emptiness thatâs haunted him for as long as he can remember. And then you came alongâthe girl whose eyes twinkle as she stares up at him, your entire body calling out his nameâand he had his answer.
All he needed to cure that emptiness, rid him of the nagging feeling that somethingâs missing, was you. But men like him have an image to maintain. In this world people come to know you for things, fear you for them, and you canât let them think youâre soft. Not for a second. Not if you want to get what you want. âWe get what we want by any meansâ. That is what he told you but nothingâs worth having if itâs by way of losing you.Â
Dragging you to the edge of the sink, heart thumping out of his chest from how tightly youâre clenching, he whispers into your open mouth, âCome home. Iâm in hell without you. Everythingâs soâŠso empty. Just say youâll come back to me. Say it.â
âI-Iâll come back home. Fuck, Iâll go the moon if you want me toâ you pant, watery eyes sending mascara streaming down your cheeks. You tug harder at his shirt, sending a button or two clinking into the mirror. Heâs in you so deep, hitting every spot like only he knows how, that youâre ready to explode. Implode? One or the other. Maybe both.
Jimin laughs, his tongue grazing yours, âYou wanna go to the moon, baby? Hold onto me. Iâll take you.â
Knowing better than to doubt him, you throw your arms over his shoulders and hold on like your life depends on it. The sink creaks beneath you as he fucks harder into a pussy that just wonât stop leaking for him. You lose control of your body. All of it belongs to him, as it should. You make no attempts at denying yourself the ultimate satisfaction when it hits. Your lips crash together as you climax, your moans, bordering on screams, pouring onto his tongue.
He eagerly devours them, returning some of his own as your walls spasm wildly, milking the cum from his swollen tip. Your cunt wants every drop of it and heâs determined to give it to you. Fill you up until itâs dripping out of you, making your thighs warm and sticky with his seed. Your body gives out and he tucks an arm behind you, sticking to his promise not to let you fall.
Staring up at the ceiling, youâre sure you see space, stars twinkling before your eyes as you float there, completely weightless. Jiminâs lips meet your heaving chest, suckling at your silky skin to leave hickeys along your collarbone.
âMine. All mineâ he repeats, âLove you so much.âÂ
You run your fingers through his hair as he marks you, letting yourself get lost in the moment. âI love you too.âÂ
âExcuse me, sir. Youâre holding up the bathroomâ a comically high pitched voice says, tapping at the bathroom door. Jimin drags himself upright, knowing the voice too well. âYou okay?â he asks, shuffling to make you both look presentable. He tries to fix your dress but thereâs no use, heâs stretched it out more than he has you.
âBaby, itâs fineâ you giggle, shooing him away, âI got it.âÂ
Jimin unlocks the door, snatching it open to reveal precisely who you both expected. âThank god!â Jungkook cheers, rushing into the bathroom and over to the toilet. âWhose idea was it to have one bathroom here, man? Iâve had to piss for likeââ Reading the look on Jiminâs face, he follows his gaze over to the sink where you sit buzzed off of the afterglow with your tattered panties at your feet.
Jungkook grins, looking you both up and down, âSafe to say you two are having a good night, huh?â
Jimin hits Jungkook in the back of the head, walking over to help you down from the sink. He holds you close to him, kissing you as he steers you towards the door. âIs it done?â Jimin asks over his shoulder but you donât hear Jungkookâs response. Itâs drowned out by the symphony of sounds that assault you as you venture back out into the restaurant, Jiminâs arms still holding you tight. Scanning the restaurant you spot the table you were at with your date but now thereâs another couple there.Â
âLong time no see!â Jin says, jumping up to hug you. His girlfriend follows behind, hugging you like she hasnât seen you in years. âCome sit with meâ she insists, noticing your disheveled appearance, âIâll fix you right up. I have everything in my purse.â You settle into the chair beside her and she goes straight to work cleaning the mascara from your face.
Jimin sits beside you, an arm draped over the back of your chair, and watches attentively as you get your makeup done. âNice to have you backâ Taehyung smiles, pulling something from under the table and passing it to you. Jimin sets them down before youâyour jacket and your purse. Youâd forgotten them at the table when you fled to the bathroom.
âUh, thanks, Iââ you stutter, cut off by Hoseokâs sudden reappearance at the end of the table. Youâd seen him earlier but hadnât noticed his seat was empty when you returned. He tries to play it off, hide it behind a smile, but heâs out of breath, utterly exhausted from something. The men glance around the table at each other. Itâs a silent conversation you know you shouldnât be in on.Â
âJiminâ you whisper, when youâre sure you arenât interrupting, âWhereâsâŠâÂ
Jimin casually pours you both a drink, presenting you with a glass of wine. âWhereâs who?âÂ
âThe guy that I wasâŠâ
âThe guy that you were what, baby?â he asks, brow crinkling as he feigns ignorance. âYouâve been here with me all night, havenât you?â He turns to the rest of the table who all seem to share his collective memory loss. âHasnât she?âÂ
âAbsolutely.â
âYeah.â
âBeen here all night.â
âSee? Now enjoy your drink and finish getting your makeup doneâ he coos, kissing you on the cheek.
Just like that, everyone resumes their conversations like itâs any other Sunday night dinner. You take a sip of your wine, the post-orgasm haze finally lifts from your brain, and all of the pieces come together in your mind. You shake the truth away, opting instead for the constructed reality necessary to pretend you just didnât get a man killed.
What date? What guy? Youâve been here all night with Jimin. The man you came here with. The man youâll leave here with. The man you love too much to ever run away from again. Unless, of course, you want to raise the homicide rate.
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Hey lovely!! Once again have been binging your page, and I saw you mentioned the lack of sirius in your request and I had this idea the other day! So itâs been like the longest day of classes and reader comes back completely slumped like ready to sleep a thousand years and sirius comes in to see her snuggled up in bed, his sweater on, and knocked out cold. Then he is all soft and wipes off her makeup (because half the time I fall asleep with it on and wake up w mascara smudges) and reader wakes up full of sleepy mumbles to sirius. Preferably female reader but if your more comfortable with neutral obviously do what youâre more comfortable with! Much much love to you and your writing đ€đ€
Hi sweetheart, thanks for requesting!! Much much love to you back :)
Sirius Black x fem!reader ⥠895 words
Sirius very nearly sits on you.Â
He thought you were out and was planning on waiting in your room for you to get back, but now he sees the evidence of your presence: your bag discarded in a heap by the door. Youâre hardly more than a sliver of forehead and the tips of curled fingers sticking out from under the bedspread. He reroutes the second he sees you, straightening from his near-sit and biting his tongue to contain a curse. Your breathing is heavy and whistles slightly on the way in. Youâre out cold.Â
Siriusâ heart feels unbearably tender in the way it often does around you. He swears, when he gets like this even a toothpick would be a lethal weapon against him. Heâs a boy made of mush.
He pulls the bedspread down so you donât smother yourself, revealing your lovely face with tiny smudges of mascara caked under both eyes. And the collar of the sweater heâd found missing last week, the one youâd claimed to know nothing about. Sirius has every right to be angry about that. At least ostentatiously indignant, as is often his preference for dealing with your rare offenses. But the sight of you makes him more fond than is reasonable. Youâve pulled his sleeves down so only your fingers peek out, and the collar is all scrunched up under your cheek, and Sirius is fucked.Â
He is absolutely, totally fucked. Thereâs just absolutely no way heâs got enough room in his heart for this much love. It very well might kill him.Â
He keeps moving to give his heart something more productive to do. Youâll wake up feeling frustrated and extra lethargic if your eyelashes are sticky with mascara, and Sirius knows your routine well. He finds the supplies in your cabinet and barely breathes as he swipes the makeup remover over your skin with careful fingers, wiping away the traces of your day. It had to be a long one, to send you so deeply into sleep before the sun has even finished setting. The dying light illuminates your face while Sirius works. He tells himself itâs good for practical purposes as well as just making you look especially lovely. He can have both.Â
Your eyes take the most persistence, and thatâs when you start to rouse.Â
âItâs just me,â Sirius says softly when your hand twitches up as if to feel for his wrist. âYou fell asleep with your makeup on.âÂ
âOh.â You relax impossibly further under his touch, voice breathy and dulled by sleep. âThanks.âÂ
âAnytime, gorgeous.â He gets the last of the mascara off but isnât ready to be done touching you, brushing the back of his forefinger along your hairline. âWhatâs done you in so early, huh?âÂ
Your eyes open for a moment, like you want to make sure heâs really there, before closing again. A pinch appears between your brows. âHeadache,â you mumble. As if remembering your misery, your head sinks into his sweater like a chrysalis.Â
Siriusâ brows pinch too, though your eyes arenât open to witness his sympathy. âIâm sorry, lovebug. Did you take something already?âÂ
You hum in unhappy affirmation.Â
âHasnât kicked in yet?âÂ
A halfhearted huff. âOr itâs not really helping.âÂ
He cards a hand through your hair, rewarded when the tension in your features eases slightly. âIâm sure it will, weâve just got to give it time. Anything else I can do to help?âÂ
âNot really.âÂ
âOh, come on, sweet thing.â Heâs wheedling, covering a tad of desperation with a good heaping of teasing. âYou know, Iâve been told that just looking upon me can cure a myriad of ailments. Iâm likeâwhat do the muggles have? Their god-human guy.âÂ
You crack an eyelid, the dryness of your expression undermined by a twitch of your lips. âAre you saying youâre Jesus?âÂ
âIâm saying that Iâve been told Iâm sort of like Jesus,â Sirius corrects you with a grin. He rubs at a nonexistent smudge of makeup on your cheekbone. âSo thereâs got to be something I can do for you.âÂ
You release a great, heaving sigh, like your boyfriend is really asking a lot of you. But when you look up at him, thereâs a familiar shyness there. âDo you wanna just lie with me for a bit?âÂ
âBaby.â The teasing leaves Sirius immediately. He softens like dough in your hands. âOf course I do.â He shucks off his shoes before shuffling out of his pants, knowing your rules about outside clothes in bed trump your occasional bashfulness when it comes to nudity. Thereâs nothing sexual about this anyway. You tuck into Sirius as soon as heâs close enough, and he brings his arms around you protectively, one banded around your ribs and the other curved over your shoulders so he can cup the back of your head. âDonât be silly,â he whispers with faux malice, kissing your hair. âI always want to do whatever youâre doing. Are we going back to sleep?âÂ
âMaybe,â you hedge, but Sirius can already hear your voice stretching. Youâre slipping away even as your head eases closer to him, your breath tickling his collarbone.Â
He tries to match your languid tone to help along the process. âSounds good, gorgeous. Iâll be here if you need anything.âÂ
Your reply is barely audible, but Siriusâ heart warms nonetheless. âI know you will.âÂ
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just thought of a very sleepy nik w his hair ruffled and he's so so so warm and soft and i just died .im gone . How does Price not lose his mind at that sight
Anon, I think he actually would. I think it would be a full blown case of Price.exe has stopped working, 404 Error, bluescreening fuckery.
I think it would happen the first time he used his leave to spend time with Nik. Until then, their relationship had been fully and inextricably tangled in their work; snatched affection between operations, maybe sharing a cot or sleeping bag in a tent, a bed in a grotty rundown hotel but they still have to be up at the arse crack of dawn so they never get that full morning experience.
When they become "official", Nik asks Price whether they can spend some time away and Price, who has never had a reason to take leave beyond injury, gingerly books it in. Feels like he's breaking the law somehow, and Major MacMillan just calls him a "feckin' twat" with that sheepish look on his face.
Nik flies them to a little chateau in the south of France that belongs to a... uh, friend. Price doesn't ask any questions. They arrive late at night, shower, and tumble into bed because it has been a seriously exhausting few months. Price wakes at 5.30am because his body clock is wired that way after so many years. He leaves Nik to sleep because he looked absolutely shagged the previous day; perhaps he'd been up for over 24 hours due to an op.
Price goes for a walk into the little village for some pastries and coffees, enjoys the scenery and plans a few longer hikes in those distant hills, and then wanders his way back.
He expects Nik to be awake and standing on in the kitchen, but he isn't, so Price arranges breakfast on a tray and carries it upstairs, feeling all chuffed with himself that he's doing something romantic.
He stops in the doorway, his shoulder butting into the doorframe as he takes a moment to drink in the sight before him.
Nik is still tucked up in bed, the white sheets pooled around his waist, an arm beneath the pillow that cradles his head like a giant marshmallow. He is the most peaceful Price has ever seen him, hair ruffled, big chest and shoulders rising and falling in an even rhythm, completely out of it. His lips are slightly parted, stubbled jaw with its masculine lines all snuggled down into the softness of the bed.
Price has seen many a sunset, a mountain range, rainforests with rare and colourful animals, flowers. He's seen all seven wonders of the world. None of those compare to the sight of the man he loves safe, snug and relaxed in all those blankets.
And he's... well, he's Price's, right?
Price sets the tray down and sits carefully on the edge of the bed. He strokes the hair out of Nik's face and it's enough to stir Nik from whatever sweet dreams he was enjoying. He blinks awake, groggy, briefly confused, but it soon melts into a sleepy smile. "Dobroye utro, John," he murmurs, deep voice all sleep rough. "You are... dressed."
"Went for a walk," Price says. "Got breakfast."
"Hmm." Nik stretches his long legs out, seizes in a full body flex, like a bear waking from hibernation. "I would like an appetiser."
"An appe--?"
Price doesn't get to finish. In fact, his question devolves into an undignified yelp because Nik strikes like a bleedin' KorTac specialist and drags Price back under the blankets, making quick work of burrowing him out of his clothes. Turns out Price is the appetiser and holidays make Nik horny as all hell. Who knew.
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Lift Me Off My Feet
Chapter 9: Soapâs Date
Masterlist
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12
W: Soap x Reader (+ Ghost), sex on the exterior, lots of butt stuff, oral sex, anal sex, phone sex, Soap being an absolute mutt as usual, voyeurism. I think that's it.
âTell me again, Johnny.â You say yawning, looking back at Johnny as he finishes getting everything in the car. âWhy are we leaving so early? The sun is not even out.â
âBecause, mo ghraidh, I only have a day with you for myself alone.â He says once he has secured everything, he closes the boot and opens the driver's side door to sit down behind the steering wheel before he keeps talking. âAnd we have already wasted 4 hours.â
âI wouldn't call it waste, you know? Taking into consideration humans are supposed to sleep 8 of them.â You say chuckling when you see him pout and you move your arm over his seat to rest your forearm on his shoulder and caress the back of his head.Â
âDo you no longer love me, bonnie?â He asks, dramatically sighing and covering his eyes with a hand.Â
You playfully slap his shoulder. âIf the military ever fails you should pursue a career in acting, Johnny.â
âWill you be my date when I get my second Oscar?â He asks, completely dropping the act of being sad to look at you smiling.
âYour second?â You ask chuckling.
âYeah, sorry, I already promised my first to Gaz.â He admits, making you laugh out loud.Â
âFine, fine. Second Oscar for me then, got it.â You say smiling, taking your arm back to fasten your seatbelt when Soap does the same.
The sun is just starting to rise by the time he turns off the engine at the top of the cliff.Â
âWhat you think?â He asks, smiling when you lean down resting on the dashboard to see more clearly.Â
âAlmost as pretty as you, Johnny.â You say cheeky winking at him.
âHey, you stole my line!â He complains, a little pink blush on the top of his cheeks. He opens his door to get out making you chuckle at his escape attempt.Â
You try to open your door, setting a foot outside just to be pushed back inside by a hand on your face. Once you are back inside he closes the door, waits a second and opens it back again holding a hand for youÂ
âOh, my. Such a gentleman, Johnny.â You say sarcastically making him chuckle.Â
âI know, right?â He says with a boyish smile that makes you want to squish his face.Â
You finally step out, letting him close the door behind you. He goes to the back, opens the boot and hands you the bag with food so he can take the tent out.Â
âWouldnât it have been easier to sleep in the car?â You ask, seeing him pick up everything else.
âTo sleep maybe, but to do to you what I'm planning to do⊠the tent is better.â He says, winking at you and making you blush this time.Â
âOh, wait, what you said yesterdayâŠâ you trail off.
âI meant it.â He says chuckling. âAs long as you want, of course.â
âYeah, no, that's not itâŠâ you say, a nervous feeling bubbling up in your stomach. He quickly catches it, dropping everything on the floor and walking up to you, cupping your face with his hands and kissing you softly. âDon't worry your pretty head about the bureaucracy, love. I'll make sure to eat you out long, and sweet, and nicely.â He says between kisses making you melt in his hands. âAnd I'll make you cum again, and again, and again. I'll get all soft and needy, by the time I get my dick in your tight little ass you'll be such a mess the only thing you'll be able to think it's about how good it feels.â He says, looking at your eyes. âSounds good?â He asks, and you quickly nod as if you couldn't feel your panties starting to get moist. âPerfect, let's get everything set.â
He pats your head with a kiss to your forehead and picks everything back up, turning around the car to where he wants to set the tent and you are left stunned for a moment before you pick yourself up and walk after him.
He sets up the tent with ease, giving you orders to help him when a second person is needed (not that he couldn't set it on his own, he could easily. But he uses it as an excuse to walk behind you, grinding against you as he does; his hand travelling up and down your body) and by the time the tent is ready and everything is tidy; you are already an absolute mess. Grumpy with need and bothered by his apparent lack of effect.
âWhat has your knickers on a twist, bonnie lass?â He asks, chuckling when he sees your arms crossed.
âYou!â You say simply, sitting down on the mattress.Â
âMe?â He asks smiling, laying down next to you propping his head on his flexed arm. âOr the thought of me fucking you silly, mo ghraidh?â
âJohnny!â You exclaim, trying to slap his chest but he catches your hand pulling you on top of him. âDon't be nastyâŠâ
âOh, love. Don't play coy on me now, I know you love it when I speak pure filth to you.â He says, his hand pulling your leg up so you are resting closer to his face. âAm I wrong?â
You advert his gaze, looking at his hand on your thigh. âI don't know what you are talking aboutâŠâ
He laughs, shaking you with him. âYou are a smart girl to try that with me, if you tried that with Price he would have you crying already for spanking you like a brat, you know?â
âYou sound like you are speaking from experience, Johnny boy.â You joke smiling looking at him, thinking he is just bluffing.
âOh, I do.â He answers right away, smiling at the memory. You look at him with an eyebrow raised, the mental image of Soap lying on Price's lap getting his ass beat is interesting if anything. âHa⊠you wanna see it, donât cha, nasty girl?â
âYou know what? I may get you in trouble just to see it.â You joke, saying it only to get a raise out of him.Â
âKeep being naughty, and I'll be the lucky one seeing it.â He says, grabbing a handful of your asscheek and gripping it hard until you whine about it. Feeling as if you just got slapped on the ass without the kinkiness of it. âTake off your clothes, love.â
It takes you by surprise the sudden change in action. âLike that? Just⊠straight at it?â You ask, a bit dumbfounded.
âWell, we can go on a hike if you prefer it.â He says chuckling when you put a disgusted expression on your face. âThen get naked.â
You oblige, trying to keep the facade of mild annoyance, while he takes his clothes to sit down and you can't help but stare at his jet to get hard dick.Â
âYou are not even turned on, Johnny.â You say, looking at him with a smirk. âNeed a hand?â
âOh, no, don't even worry about it, love. It's just a matter of time, and the earliest I get my mouth on you the earlier it'll get hard.â He says smiling, his hands pulling you closer and down on your stomach on the mattress.Â
âWait.â You say, propping yourself on your elbow to look back at him. He raises his eyes that were looking at your naked ass to look at your face with a worried expression. âIf I don'tâŠâ
âIf you don't like it.â He cuts you off, leaning forward close to your face. âI stop. If you don't like the ass attention but want to keep going I'll humbly go apeshit crazy on your godly cunt and if you simply are not in the mood for action, I'll go behind a tree and fuck my fist like a monkey.â He says, exaggerating his choice of words to make you smile; you cup his face when he gives you a peck looking into your eyes for reassurance. âAlright, love? Talk to me, alright? I'll have my mouth busy, not my ears.â He jokes, taking away the little nervousness left on your body. âGet your ass up, on your knees. I want to taste that delightful cunt of yours, love.â
You smile, softly slapping his face with playfulness and get on your hands and knees, bending down and crossing your arms to rest your head on them; arching your back leaving Soap the full view of your cunt and ass when you slightly spread your legs.Â
âFuckinâ âell, birdie. What kind of ring do you want? I'll buy it for you tomorrow, you just gotta ask.â He mumbles, feeling his breath getting closer and closer to your wetness. A sigh escapes your mouth when you feel his tongue go flat from your mount up to your ass leaving a kiss on the small of your back at the end. âFucking delicious, bonnie.â
He does again, and again, and again; you look between your legs and you see a glob of your arousal mixed with his spit stretching down from your cunt right onto the tip of his hardening tip making him grunt at the same time you moan because of the filth of the image.Â
He plants both his hands on your ass, spreading it to have better access to your crying cunt; shoving his face against it but still delightfully slow. It catches you by surprise the calmness with which he is doing it, it is still by no way methodical, but it is not as chaotic as you expected. It's slow, tongue hard against your fold making you feel every twitch of the muscle and groans that leave his throat which accompanied by the way heâs thrusting the air unconsciously makes you wonder who is enjoying more. You feel your orgasm approach, surprising you again, there has not been an increase in the speed or a change of focus from him. Just lazy swipes of his tongue on your cunt up to your asshole, but you shudder when you come; ecstasy flooding your nerves and making you moan his name. But it's not the kind of orgasm that leaves you shaking and silly-minded, is the type that makes you move your hips back looking for more, angry at the betrayal of your body for coming so fast.
âThat's a good fucking girl.â Soap groans against your pussy and you hear the smile on his voice. âThank you for coming so fast, dear. I couldn't wait to get my tongue inside your ass.â He says, biting down on your asscheek making you whine.Â
He moves back, sitting down between your legs and he moves his hands under your body pulling you back against his face before he licks right on your hole. You moan at the feeling, the nastiness of it all only fueling the pleasure. âGhost is going to be so fucking jealous I get your arse all for myself, birdie. You have no idea.âÂ
âFuck, JohnnyâŠâ you moan, pussy throbbing at the lack of attention. You try to reach it with your hand, needing to feel something inside.Â
âNow, what in the hell do you think you are doing?â He asks, annoyance in his voice when he slaps your hand, your pussy getting slapped in the process as well making you hiss. âAre you so greedy you can't even let me get my fair share of your ass? You just came, birdie. You just can't simply wait to get stuffed, right?âÂ
You whine, too embarrassed to admit it but horny enough to push your ass back against him. He lands a hard smack on your ass making you cry, grabs both of your hands making you rest your body weight on your face when he moves them both behind your back and dives back on your ass making you moan.
He has you bent almost in half, your thigh pressed against your chest squishing your tits which Soap takes to his advantage when he starts to thrust forward rubbing his tip between them almost edging himself with the light touch.Â
He groans against your asshole, the tip on his tongue probing again and again, slowly but surely getting deeper until you feel his teeth on your skin, tongue as deep as possible making your eyes roll back when he moves it in and out, thrusting his tongue onto your ass.Â
His tip pouring a droplet of precum down between your tits up to your neck like a delicate necklace and you twist your wrist needing to grab his hand. He interlocks his fingers with yours, and if the situation was different you would laugh at how it feels more intimate to feel his hand on yours than to feel his tongue inside of you.Â
You are a babbling mess by the time he decides he has had enough, mind so blurry you can't even tell if you came again. He ate your pussy as if he was kissing it, soft, gentle and calm. But at some point after that, when your ass got into the mix, it changed into a Soap with almost a primal need to get as deep as possible inside of you.Â
He lays you on your stomach, still not letting go of your hands. You hear him look for something in the bags, and he drops it beside your head a second later. You turn your head to the side and you see what he found; a bottle of lube and his phone currently on a call.Â
âWho-â You question get cut off by a gasp when you feel Soap's tip rub your clit.
âPickup, câmon, pickup, pickup, pickup.â You hear Soap mumble over you, the ringing of the call still going.Â
âWhat, Johnny?â The unmistakable sound of Ghost's voice erupts from the phone and you furrow your eyebrows.
âFucking finally, Lt. Look out the window, now.â The scotsman orders, which makes the mancunian chuckle at the desperation.Â
âJohnny, what are you-â Your question gets cut off by a moan that could easily classify as a scream when Soap bottoms out inside of your cunt in one swift thrust. The stretch making little white dots appear on your vision and you damn well if you were not dripping with arousal he would have broken you in two.Â
âOh, hi, birdie. I see you are having fun.â Ghost says chuckling. âGo easy on her, Johnny.â
âI can'tâŠâ Soap mumbles, his head resting on top of yours. âSo fucking tight, I just know her ass is going to choke my dick so nice.âÂ
The two men talk about you as if you were not even there, the stinging sensation quickly dissipates when he starts to thrust; slowly as if asking for forgiveness for his lack of control just a moment ago.Â
Soap bends down, moving a hand under your jaw to pick your head up. âLook at the window, birdie.â He says. You are completely confused for a second, barely able to see the building in the distance, let alone a window. âDo it, Ghost.âÂ
In that second, an almost missable flint of lights appears on one of the windows catching your attention. âDo you see me, birdie?â Ghost asks through the phone. âBecause I can see you.â
Soap groans over you. âOh, she sees you, Lt.â He chuckles. âAnd by the way she's clenching. She likes it.â
âAww, does our little bird like to be watched?â Ghost coos, amusement in his voice.Â
âHmm, âs you.â You mumble between moans, struggling to articulate the words.
âWhat is it, love?â Soap asks, bending down to kiss your shoulder as his hips slowly stop to let you talk.
âI like it⊠cause is youâŠâ You half whine, embarrassed to say it more clearly. But it is more than enough for Ghost, who feels his heart and dick throb at the declaration.Â
âJohnny.â He groans.
âYes, Lt?â Soap answers, same struggle as you.
âDo me a favour⊠fuck her nice⊠and turn on the camera.â
âGladly, sirâ He says straightening himself, picking up the phone and the lube on his way. He turns the camera on, pointing it to where the two of you are connected; opens up the lube bottle before dropping a blob over your asshole.
âI bet you wish this was you, ah?â Johnny smiles as he teases Ghost, his thumb pressing down on your hole slowly before entering with ease thanks to the lube and the fact you are already fucked out of your mind.Â
You moan softly when he does, pressing his finger down against the thin wall between his finger and his dick that is still inside of you. He grabs your asscheek, thumb still inside, spreading you for Ghost to see.Â
âYou are a bloody lucky bastard, Johnny.â You hear Ghost groan, sounds of clothes being moved around can be heard from the phone. âBut don't test it.â
He removes the thumb, getting his index in instead; moving it in when he moves his dick back, and the finger out when he moves his dick in. It's such an alien feeling, the stinging from the stretch long gone and replaced with the arousal of his finger and dick moving in and out.
âHold the phone for me, love.â Soap says before changing the camera to front view, you hold it over your shoulder letting Ghost see the way Soap is working you open on his fingers.Â
Soap grabs the lube again, spurring it over his finger generously before adding a second one; the phone shaking on your phone when you moan at the stretch. He scissors his fingers opening you up, his dick still moving slowly inside of your drenched cunt; more to keep your mind busy with pleasure than for his own.Â
There is something so filthy about the whole ordeal, doing something âprohibitedâ, the sound of Soap shaking the lube bottle, the sound of the lube being squished onto your body, the sound of his fingers fucking it inside of you, the sound of your pussy sucking his dick in.Â
He takes his time, making sure you are stretched nicely and loose, wanting to make you feel nothing but pleasure when he finally fucks you. It takes him four fingers inside of you to feel like you are ready for him. By that time, you are an absolute mess; using every bit of strength left to hold the phone.Â
And your mind can't help but wonder about how it would be if Ghost was also in the tent, if Soap was not opening you up for himself but for his lieutenant. How it would be to be in between the two men.
âJohnnyâŠâ you moan, desperate for more. âPleaseâŠâ
âSshhh, birdie.â He shushes you when you cry for him. âI know, baby, I know.â He bends down, kissing your back and slowly taking his fingers out. âI'm gonna do it slowly, alright? Don't hold your breath, just relax.â
You nod eagerly, needy of the feeling of his hips hitting yours. Johnny moves your hand with the phone, holding it down so he can see your face on the screen when he fucks you.Â
And when his tip catches your puffy hole, your eyes close and your jaw falls open leaving your mouth in an o shape. But you do just as he said, relaxed taking deep breaths as you feel the man split you open.Â
âCâmon, bonnie lass. Let me in.â Soap grunts in your ear when you clench down out of pleasure. He kisses your neck, under your ear, making your eyes roll as you bite your lips; relaxing and allowing him to keep pushing his hips.Â
Mumbles can be heard from the phone, the man struggling to stay quiet at the sight of his lovers getting their brains fuck out together. He has had his dick out for a while now in the solitude of his office, not wanting to touch it leaving it red and angry. But the sounds of your and Soap's moan in harmony is enough to have him fisting his dick, squeezing his tip, milking the firsts bead of precum out of it.
Soap thrust shallowly, wanting to move but hating the thought of leaving your warm body. You can feel him drool on your shoulder blade and you would make fun of him if you weren't on the same train.Â
âLet me see it, Johnny.â Ghost grunts, the sound of spitting in the background of the call.
Soap whines, hating his devotion to the british man that makes his body move before he can acknowledge it. He holds your thigh raising it and turning you to lay on your side with a leg in the air and Soap lying behind you. He picks the phone from your hand, resting it on the lube bottle so Ghost can see the way he fucks you and both their faces at the same time.Â
Ghost groans at the sight, his fist moving faster; the image on the phone shaky with the speed at which he fucks his hand. But the way you moan when Soap begins to thrust inside and out of you is enough to have Ghost pull his head back with a groan.Â
Soap sees the way you furrow your eyebrows, such an exquisite feeling but still needing the extra stimulation of a hand on your clit. And you have been such a good girl? How can he not obey your needs when you have been so good?Â
So he uses his lubed hand, trapped under your body, and moves it down to rest on your puffy clit, rubbing circles on it. Slowly at first, just as his thrusts; rising up the speed of both at the same time.Â
It has you curling your toes, moaning his name to the cliff just outside the tent. He locks his arm under your knee, pulling it closer leaving you even more exposed and he starts to kiss your body. On your knee, your thigh, your temple, your cheek. He can barely do it, just smearing his spit-covered lips over your body leaving a sticky trail of saliva over you; whining when he canât manage to kiss you on your lips fast enough.Â
Ghost is edging himself, he knows it, he's slouched on the chair; having slipped down on it when thrusting up to his fist. His feet hurt with the way they are arched to keep him seated and his elbow is in an awkward position under the armrest. Still, his hand is moving so fast is just a blurry image and he knows that the moment either of you comes he'll follow.
So when he finally hears you moan, loudly enough that if he wasn't on a phone call he would have heard it from the window, making Soap grunt as he bites down on your shoulder as he comes as well deep inside of you. Ghost can't help it but to moan, throwing his head back, phone falling on his chest as he needs the extra hand not to fall from the chair as he cums over his hand and onto his abdomen. Phone rising with his breath, finally seeing the way your legs shake after you cum; Soap letting your leg down to rest and hugging you tightly against him as he kisses your face. Smiling when he sees you melt into his arms, and the two of you look like cats grooming each other.Â
âThank you for calling, Johnny. Enjoy your date, birdie.â He says, still breathing hard before hanging up, struggling to find the energy to clean up and get back to work.Â
âYou did so good, birdie.â Soap says, kissing your cheek. âDid you like it, lovie?â
You nod, unable to speak with your eyes unfocused on the ceiling of the tent. âYeah⊠yeah I didâŠâ
He chuckles behind you, kissing you again and again, his softening cock still inside of you and with no plan of leaving.Â
It turns into a comfortable silence, enjoying each other warmth. You look up to him, smiling when you see him look down at you with a stupid smile on his face. You cup his face, smiling fondly when he leans into the touch. âJohnnyâŠâ you call, only getting a âhm?â as an answer. âIs it weird if I think I'm starting to fall in love with you guys?â You say, before realising you have just declared your feeling to most likely the worst of them to do so. Especially when you see his face shine in mischievousness, he laughs loudly before crushing you in a bear hug that has you ready to hear a bone pop.Â
âAW, BIRDIE, I CAN'T WAIT TO TELL EVERYONE YOU LOVE ME THE MOST!â
âJOHNNY, THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAI-â
Your attempt to defend yourself gets crushed when Soap kisses you harshly, making you whine and letting his tongue inside of your mouth. It is not much longer before you feel his dick get back ready into action, and let's just say you were really glad that Soap packed isotonic drinks for when you are finished that day.
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