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Out of My Head | Azriel x Reader
Azriel x Reader x Eris | Your father, the Night Courtâs astrologer, is called to Velaris and you tag along with the hopes of catching a glimpse of Azriel, the one youâre madly in love with. The opportunity for Azriel to show you around comes up and you take it, unaware that things are about to become messyâŠ
warning: this was meant to be cute & short to show your relationship with Az but it ended up being 5,685 words oops lol, some angst, rhys kinda being an asshole again
a/n: Eris does make an appearance in this if you look closely đ€ I tried to write this fic off as a stand alone so it's still easy to follow but if you need more context, here is the masterlist.
Meeting Azriel had felt like fate, as if the stars and his shadows themselves had conspired to cross your paths. Becoming his friend had been a choice. But falling in love with him? That was out of your control, like being swept away by a tide you hadnât noticed rising.Â
Now, you were drowning and happy to drown. To let the flood of him consume you entirely. Every time youâd see him, even from afar, itâd fill your chest with a feeling you couldnât explain, your heart leaping at the mere thought of catching his gaze.
You welcomed the flood of emotions, let it carry you to depths youâd never dared to explore. Your heart was so irrevocably his, you had no desire to find the surface.
So when Rhysand had invited your father to Velaris to discuss his first bornâs birth chart, you insisted on coming along. It had taken days of pleading to wear down his resolve, but you had done it. Manifested it, rather, with the help of the moonwater you kept hidden beneath your bed.
Seeing Azriel was not guaranteed, as you were unsure if heâd even be in Velaris. But that wasnât the only reason you wanted to go. Leaving behind the harshness of the Court of Nightmares, even for a short while, was reward enough. And if fortune smiled upon you, perhaps your father would let you assist with the reading, just this once.
Your father had never quite embraced your desire to follow in his footsteps. The way heâd look at both you and your brother with that disappointed gleam in his eyes stung. He had always hoped you would stay at home and learn the ways of a âperfect,â traditional Night Court wife, much like your mother. His dreams of a successor rested squarely on your brotherâs shoulders, not yours. But much to his dismay and your relief, your brother had chosen to become a warrior in Keirâs army.
Everything you knew of astrology, youâd learned by sneaking into his sessions, stealing glances at his star charts, or losing yourself in the dusty books of the Night Courtâs observatory. That cold, stone-walled tower had become your sanctuaryâyour only glimpse of the night sky.
Though still in the Night Court, the air in Velaris was different. It felt cleaner, lighter. Freer. A wonderful contrast to the oppressive weight of the Court of Nightmares. You took a deep breath, savoring the rare glimpse of the day sky from the High Lordâs impressive townhouse, your father having just winnowed you both.
The sun felt so warm and soothing against your skin. Too caught up in the beauty of the daytime sky, you didnât notice when your father abruptly stopped. You walked straight into him, sending the heavy box and stack of books in your arms tumbling to the ground.
A hiss of disapproval escaped your father as he turned to scowl at you.
âIâm sorry,â you mumbled, quickly dropping to your knees to gather the scattered items.
âI shouldâve left you at home,â he said with an exhausted sigh.
"But who then would assist you in bearing the weight of all these books, given the state of your back? Rest assured, my arms are more than capable,â you said with a huff as you slowly rose back to your feet, arms overwhelmed with the weight of your fatherâs things. âI shall gladly bear the burden for you, father."
âClearly.â Your father said dryly, his gaze pointedly lingering on the dented corner of one of the boxes.
You winced at his tone, grateful his back was turned to you again. The door to the High Lordâs and High Ladyâs house opened, the former being the one to greet you. Even Rhysand was different here. His violet eyes gleamed warmly, free of the cruelty he wore like armor in the Court of Nightmares. The smile he sent you both softened some of the tension knotting your chest.
 âDamus, Y/n,â he greeted. âI appreciate you both coming all this way.â
Rhysand gestured for you to follow him. This was not your first time in Velaris but it was your first time meeting Rhysand in a private residence of his here. You couldnât hold back the small gasp that escaped you as you marveled at the beauty around. Paintings, no doubt crafted by the hands of your High Lady, adorned the wall and there was light. So much light and warmth in this house. It truly felt like a home. No stone walls, no darkness, no cold.
There was a flutter in your chest when you felt something cool and velvet-like brush against your legs. You instinctively glanced down, though the books obstructed your view. And when you looked back up, there it wasâthat giddy leap in your heart.
Azriel immediately rose from the couch he had been seated on, his hazel eyes meeting yours before they dropped to the weight in your arms. With a few swift steps, he was in front of you, plucking the boxes and books from your grip as though they weighed nothing. You exhaled softly, your thanks barely audible over the rush of blood in your ears.
Azriel smiled, shadows curling gently around him as he shifted closer. âI wasnât sure youâd be coming along today,â he murmured.
âNeither was I,â you admitted, turning your head toward him as you continued to walk. âBut Iâm glad I did.â
âSo am I,â Azriel said.
Your cheeks burned at his words, and you quickly averted your gaze. Azriel was glad you were here. Perhaps, even waiting for you, hoping for you to show up. That had to mean something, didnât it? Perhaps it was proof of what youâd always suspectedâthat the bond you felt pulling you toward him wasnât one-sided. A spark of vindication flared as you imagined Eris sneering at you from some dark corner of your mind. If only he were here to witness this moment. To see just how wrong heâd been.
Azriel did like you and it was only a matter of time before it evolved into something more.
You frowned, shaking the thought away. Why were you even thinking about Eris? And since when did proving anything to him matter?
âY/n.â Your fatherâs sharp tone dragged you back to reality. âThe books.â
âOh,â you breathed, glancing at Azriel, who still held them. Before you could speak, your fatherâs gaze darkened as he realized the task you were supposed to handle had been passed off.
Azrielâs jaw tightened but he said nothing as he handed the books and boxes over.
You moved to follow your father into the study, but he blocked your path, his glare cutting through you. âStay here and donât cause trouble,â he said before the door shut with a resounding thud.
You flinched, staring at the closed door. âSweet Cauldron,â you muttered under your breath, âdid Mercury retrograde move into his mood?â
A shadow curled around your wrist, the soft caress of it soothing the sting of your fatherâs dismissal. The corner of your lips lifted slightly. Azriel had told you once how the shadows came to him during a time of unbearable darkness, offering comfort when nothing else could. They showed him that darkness wasnât inherently wicked, that it could hold its own kind of solace and strength.
Azriel had also told you that his shadows didnât approach others. At least not like this, so openly and friendly. To them, you were one of the few exceptions, having met them before you properly acquainted yourself with their master.
You often wondered why. Did they sense the sorrow you tried to bury beneath and conceal? The longing that seeped into your soulâlonging not just for their master but for freedom, for a life beyond the suffocating confines of the Court of Nightmares?
Your gaze lifted, finding Azrielâs attention focused on the tendril wrapped around your wrist. His hazel eyes darkened slightly, thoughtful, as if trying to decipher a mystery.
âWell, what am I supposed to do now?â
Azriel blinked, his attention falling back to you, gaze softening. The siphons on his leathers caught the light and your eye. You followed the movement of his arms as he slid his hands into the pocket of his leathers and wondered what theyâd look like in casual clothing. And how far did those tattoos stretch, the ones that peeked above his collar and disappeared into those leathers?Â
âWe could go for a walk?â
Your brows lifted in surprise. âA walk?â
Azriel sauntered closer to you and a tingly sensation bubbled up in your stomach. âItâs a beautiful day outside and I would hate for you to waste it in here.â
âBut my fatherâŠâ
âHe doesnât have to know,â Azriel replied with a small, sly grin that felt almost boyish, his shadows dancing around him. He then gestured toward the door to Rhysandâs study, where some of his shadows had already slithered beneath the gap, lying in wait. âYour father will be in there for a while. And besides, I did promise you Iâd show you around, didnât I?â
You bit your lip in contemplation, gaze flickering between the door and Azriel. This was what youâd wanted, been hoping for, wasnât it? A chance to see Azriel, and now here he was, offering you his time. Your heart leaped at the opportunity, already screaming yes.
But your mind wasnât so easily swayed. What if your father needed you? Wouldnât this be your perfect chance to prove your worth, to show him how capable you were? Then again, the way he had dismissed you earlier, slamming the door in your face, made it clear he wasnât expecting or even wanting your helpâŠ
âOnly if youâd like, of course,â Azriel added, his tone soft. He mustâve sensed your troubled thoughts. âI can always keep you company here instead.â
The flutter in your chest returned with full force. Azriel seemed to really want to spend time with you. Alone. And as much as you admired the beauty of the High Lordâs house, the promise of fresh air, open skies, and Azrielâs company was too tempting to resist.
You found yourself nodding, your heart overriding your head. âI think Iâd like to go for a walk.â
**
Velaris continued to take your breath away.Â
Children darted between market stalls, their faces alight with pure delight as they chased one another without fear. So incredibly and unbelievably different to the cold silence and rigid rules of propriety in Hewn City. Here, no one glanced over their shoulder with suspicion or hurried along with their head bowed.
The people of Velaris moved freely. Kindness radiated from strangers who greeted one another warmly, who paused to chat in the bustling markets or helped an elder carry their bags. Artists lined the streets, painting the cityâs beauty on canvas while musicians filled the air with beautiful melodies.
Azriel led you through the city, showing you as many places he could. He took you to a small bakery first, where he swore the best chocolate croissants were made. Then, to a cafe that sold a variety of appetizing teas. You drank it all in, committing the wonders of Velaris to memory.
As you walked along a bridge, the riverâs gentle current caught your eye. It was broad daylight yet, the water glimmered like liquid starlight. You paused, resting against the bridgeâs railings. Azriel moved to stand beside you, tucking in his wings so they wouldnât bump against you.Â
You couldnât help but think how unfair life could be. For a place such as Hewn City to exist at the same time as this one. Both of the same court, yet so divided. And why had you been born in the wrong one?Â
Azriel picked up on the way your expression had fallen. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â you said and at the way Azrielâs eyes watched you closely, you knew he was not convinced. You let out a soft sigh, relenting. Â
âItâs justâŠI thought places like this only existed in my dreams,â you glanced down at your hands. âAnd now, I just canât help but dread my attendance at the next Court of Nightmareâs ball even moreâŠwhen I could be here instead, watching the stars from the City of Starlight itself..free of any worry, any burdens.â
Azriel frowned at the hidden implication of your words.
A dark tendril fluttered toward you, brushing the hair that had fallen back behind your ear. Another softly brushed against your face and wiped a stray tear away. More went to you, wrapping around your hands, seeking to give you comfort and you honestly werenât sure if it was of their own will or Azrielâs.
Their comfort brought you back to the fateful night you first met them. Youâd known of themâof the Night Courtâs shadowsinger, at leastâlong before you actually knew them. The same way you had known Cassian was the Night Courtâs leading general and Morrigan, the court overseer.
**
Things had changed after the events under the mountain. High Lord Rhysand had gathered the Court of Nightmares council, a tense meeting filled with bitter accusations thrown across the room. Keir and a few other noble lords, including your father, sat around the table, each one arguing fiercely over who did what under Amaranthaâs rule.
As the heated exchange unfolded, your fatherâs loyalty was questioned, and the words left you unsettled. You had nearly spilled wine over one of the lords in your discomfort, hands trembling as you failed to properly grip the chalice.
But then, a dark shape emerged from the shadows, winding its way around your wrist like a silent guardian. The shadow stayed there, curling around you in such a way that was strangely comforting.
You had snuck glances at the shadowsinger then.Â
Azriel stood just behind Rhysand, his face a stoic mask. His attention was elsewhere, either unaware or pretending to be, of the shadow that had strayed from him and wrapped around you.
A break was called. And then, Keir, always the one to provoke, threw an insult at your father. You had no control over your tongue, the words slipping from you without thought. It was in defense of your family but speaking out of turn was a dangerous thing for a female to do. Especially in this court.Â
And though you had done it in your fatherâs defense, he did not return the favor. His face twisted in a mixture of disgust and disapproval, making you feel smaller than you ever had.
Keirâs face reddened with rage and as he glared at you, the shadow around your wrist tightened. Azrielâs eyes flashed, a cold, sharp stare locking onto Keir. It was the closest thing to protection anyone had offered you in this ruthless court. It left you stunned and wide-eyed.Â
You had been quickly dismissed by your father then. The weight of your courtâs cruelty pressed down on you, suffocating. You fled, finding an empty room, locking yourself away in a cold, lonely corner of the building.
And then the tears came. You didnât even notice the darkness that had formed around you, so accustomed to the shadows yourself. But this wasnât the same darkness. This one was⊠different. Comforting. Protective.
You could only stare at them in awe, one hand reaching upwards to touch the shadows.
But when the door creaked open, your hand fell back to your side. Fear had risen in your throat as your gaze shot to the tall figure in the doorway. You shifted backwards, your back hitting the stone wall behind you, fearing the worst. It was the shadowsinger. And he had come to punish you on behalf of your father.
But he did no such thing.
His eyes swept over the shadows surrounding youâhis shadows. The mask of indifference he always wore slipped for just a moment. A faint furrow appeared between his brows, shock flashing in his eyes.
âIâm so sorry,â he murmured, sending the shadows a look that had them slithering back to him, albeit reluctantly. âIf theyâve scared you. They donât normally do thisâŠare you alright?â
You blinked the tears from your eyes. âYouâre not going to punish me?â
His brow furrowed deeper, confusion crossing his face. âPunish you? For what?â
There was a flicker of recognition in his gaze, followed by a soft exhale. He studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. His shadows swirled around him, some curling around his ear, whispering to him. Whatever they whispered to him had his expression softening.
âIf anyone needs punishment, itâs Keir. For having the nerve to talk to you like that.â
Azriel took your silence as an invitation. He lowered himself, slowly, attentive to the way your breath hitched. Finding no resistance from you, he flared his wings slightly to allow him to settle on the floor across from you. His boots brushed against your shoes, and he gave a quiet apology. Others had done much worse and yet, no one had ever apologized to you.
âIâm Azriel,â he told you with a small smile, quickly adjusting himself to the cramped space. âYouâve met my shadows. Though I control them, they donât always listen. Sometimes, they follow their own will. I really hope they didnât frighten you.â
You were still frozen in disbelief, but in that moment, something inside you shifted. A spark of hopeâa spark you hadnât known existed in the Court of Nightmares, didnât know could exist. Â
âThey didnât. Theyâre nice,â you admitted quietly, gaze following the movement of his shadows. Your eyes then met Azrielâs, surprised at the warmth you saw in them.
And then slowly, you felt your body relax. âIâm y/nâŠâ
**
A shadow wrapped itself around your wrist, squeezing you gently, pulling you from your thoughts. You couldnât help but wonder if it was the same one from that night.
âSorry,â Azriel murmured sheepishly, the same way he always did when his shadows caught him off guard. âThey really like you.â
The shadow unraveled from your wrist, slowly and reluctantly. It returned to Azriel, the others that had begun to surround you doing the same.
âSâokay,â you shrugged, though a small wave of disappointment settled over you at the thought of his shadows acting on their own will and not his. âI like them too. My little friends, they keep me company during those dreaded court events. Them and Eris, though the latter isnât exactly one I welcomeâŠâ
Azrielâs body tensed at the mention of the Autumn male.
âBut itâs strange,â you continued, not sure why you were telling Azriel this. âDespite all the insults he throws my way, heâs somehow kinder than all the other males at court. Maybe Autumn males areââ
âPlease, donât ever pair Eris and the word âkindâ in the same sentence,â Azriel interjected, his tone filled with disbelief. âYou have to be careful around him, Y/n. I donât know why he gravitates toward youâŠâ Your heart stuttered in your chest and Azriel's gaze hardened. âBut heâs not to be trusted. If he continues to bother youâŠâ
Was that⊠jealousy? The thought made your pulse quicken, but you kept your expression steady.
âHeâs fine,â you said, your voice a little too casual. Azriel went still, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. You felt the heat rise in your neck, and you hastily added, âI meanâit's fine. Nothing I canât handle.â
âDoesnât mean you have to,â Azriel insisted. He turned to face you fully, and your stomach fluttered at the intensity in his gaze. âI can handle him for you.â Â
Azrielâs presence alone was enough to make anyone think twice before crossing you. It sure kept Keir from lashing back at you all those years ago and the handsy, sickening males away from you during court events. You knew he would handle Eris without hesitation. So you shouldâve said yes, and accepted his offer.Â
But, as the words settled on your tongue, you hesitated. You werenât sure you wanted him to.
However strange and uncomfortable your encounters with Eris often were, there was something intriguing about him. Something that pulled at you despite his sharp words and caustic demeanor. It was almost like a game, a dance of sorts, and you found yourself drawn to it. To him, more than you cared to admit.
A small part of you wanted to continue this twisted back-and-forth with him. He was not a welcome companion but one whose absence would, much to your denial or disbelief, go noticed. The way he challenged you, made your pulse quicken, even when you didnât want it to. The way his eyes lingered just a little too long, and how he always seemed to know exactly how to get under your skinâŠ
No. You didnât want Azriel to step in. Not yet. Not while this strange curiosity about Eris still simmered beneath your skin.Â
âI can handle it,â you murmured, though the words felt more like a reassurance to yourself than to him. Your gaze trailed after the fae strolling along the riverâs edge. Before Azriel could protest, you turned to him with a smile, changing the conversation. âCan we walk along the shore?â
The Sidra river was even lovelier up-close. With the sun beginning to set, the sky blushed in hues of pinks and oranges and you felt as if you were walking through a dream. A dream you didnât want to wake up from. Azriel walked quietly beside you, the tension from earlier gone.
You breathed in deeply, reveling in the sweet mixture of fresh air and Azrielâs scent. The sound of water rippling against the shore was just as soothing as the early evening breeze. Your gaze fell on a rock ahead, its smooth surface glimmering in the fading light, and you quickly bent down to pick it up.Â
âItâs beautiful,â you murmured, watching as the stone sparkled like starlight cupped in your hand.
âItâs a rock,â Azriel said drily.
You couldnât help but grin, lifting the rock to show him. âItâs not just any rock,â you corrected him. âItâs a rock from Velaris. Itâll make a perfect addition to my growing collection ofââ
âRocks,â Azriel finished for you, amusement dancing in his eyes.
He knew about your rock collection. Of course, he knew. How could he not? Azriel had been the one to enable it. It had started as a joke, a silly request from you when he had mentioned visiting Spring. You had asked for a souvenir, half expecting him to politely decline. Â
"What could you possibly want from Spring?" he had asked. âA rock?â
And out of all the things you couldâve chosen, you had simply nodded your head. âSure.â
The way he had returned from his mission, slipping a smooth rock from his leathers and placing it in your hand, had been so unexpected, so sweet. Youâd gasped, unsure whether to laugh or cry. He had remembered.Â
And when he mentioned going to Winter Court next, you had shyly grinned at him, asking for another âsouvenir.â What had started as an innocent collection had become something far more significant to you. Azriel didnât know but that rock from Spring was the first gift you had ever received in yearsâdecades, almost.
You treasured those silly rocks, keeping them lined up neatly on your dresser. You even painted them with little designsâdaisies on the rock from Spring, a tiny shell on the one from Summer, and snowflakes on the one from Winter.
âThis may actually finish my collection,â you mused, slipping the rock into the pocket of your skirts, your smile soft.
âI thought I had brought you one already?â
âMustâve slipped your mind,â you replied with a playful shrug of your shoulders.
Azrielâs expression shifts into one of mock seriousness. âForgive me, my lady,â he said, bowing his head before his voice turned teasing. âWhat will I bring you now, then? Iâll be flying out to Dawn next week. You sure you donât want another rock from there? Or perhaps, this time, a jar of dirt?â
You rolled your eyes, the motion automatic but immediately followed by a sharp pang in your chest as your heart seemed to freeze. A lady, especially one from your court, rolling her eyes at a male? No matter how familiar you could be with a male, a gesture such as this was dangerous and unforgiving.
But Azriel only chuckled, his gaze warm and unbothered. Relief rushed through you, leaving you momentarily breathless, though you tried to play it off with a dry tone. âHa,â you said, your thoughts already drifting to other possibilities. âBut, if you are going to DawnâŠâ
He tilted his head, eyebrows raising slightly as his lips curved. âGo on.â
âI wouldnât be opposed to a featherâŠâ
His dark brows furrowed in confusion, and you felt your heart beat louder in your chest. âA feather?â he repeated.
You shrugged again, trying to look casual about it. âA feather from a swan from Dawn. Theyâre native to the court and mate for life, you know. Some see them as a symbol for love and fidelity. Iâd like a feather so that I can add it to my Aphrodite altar.â
âI see.â Azrielâs gaze had turned thoughtful, clearly processing the information. There was a brief pause, and you held your breath, suddenly aware of how ridiculous your request might soundâŠ
 âY/n, are you⊠practicing witchcraft?â
You react almost too quickly, itâs suspicious.Â
âNo,â you said, shaking your head with a small laugh. Even though you had sought out the help of a witch not too long ago, something youâd probably take to the grave with you, given the failed results. Or the fact that this feather would be an offering given with intent to Aphrodite for luck and blessings in loveâŠ
âWell, not exactly, I justâitâs aâŠâ
âI donât think I want to know,â Azriel mused with a chuckle, saving you from whatever disaster of an excuse you could come up with. The sound of his laughter was like a release, the tension in your shoulders easing. âIf itâs a Swanâs feather you want, then Iâll make sure I bring one to you.â
There was something in his tone, the certainty in which he said the words, that had warmth pooling in your stomach. It was the kind of warmth that spread quickly, making your whole body feel lighter and creeping up into your chest.Â
You turned to look at him. âReally?â
âReally.â
Your feet faltered as the rush of emotions made you dizzy. You barely noticed the uneven ground beneath you, and before you could regain your balance, you felt yourself tipping forward. Azrielâs hand shot out, gripping your arm and pulling you steady against him.
Your breath hitched at the feeling of his touch, gaze falling to where his hand rested on your arm. Slowly, your gaze trailed upwards. Azrielâs gaze was soft, his eyes searching yours in that way that made your heart race.Â
âThank you,â you breathed.
âOf course.â
You were both so close now, you could feel the heat of his breath. The world seemed to narrow to just the two of you. The sound of the river faded, replaced by the pounding of your heart. His free hand brushed against yours, a touch that sent a spark skittering across your skin.
And then, it happened.
A sharp, sudden tightening in your chest.
It wasnât the pleasant flutter youâd grown accustomed to in Azrielâs presence. No, this was something else entirely. A pull, intense and demanding, like an unseen thread yanking you backward. You gasped, flinching out of Azrielâs grip, who immediately let you go when he felt your resistance.
Your hand flew to your chest. Azrielâs brows furrowed in concern and his shadows stirred anxiously, circling you as if they could shield you from whatever had caused your distress. âAre you alright?â
âI⊠I donât know,â you murmured, your fingers pressing against the spot where the ache had settled, desperate to soothe the inexplicable burning. âBut I think Iâm fine now. â
You werenât sure if you were reassuring him or yourself. But you pushed the feeling aside, turning back to Azriel with an uncertain smile.
He took a hesitant step closer, hand hovering over your shoulder. âAre you sure? I can take you to a healerââ
âNo,â you immediately shook your head, eyes widening. Calling for a healer meant risking your father finding out you had not heeded to his order of staying put, of you not causing trouble. Youâd rather suffer the consequences of whatever sickness had suddenly struck you than be left to deal with your fatherâs reproach.
âIâm okay. Could weâcould we head back now?â
**
Azriel's pov
Worry continued to brew in Azrielâs mind as he watched you settle onto an armchair, hand still rubbing at your chest. His shadows twitched restlessly, curling tighter around him. You had always been easy to read but he found himself struggling to decipher the distant look in your eyes. You hadnât even looked his way once since he winnowed you both back to the townhouse.
He parted his lips, ready to urge you to see a healer, despite your earlier protest. But a shadow curled itself around his ear and he made himself busy with the book in his hand instead.
The door to Rhysandâs study opened. Azrielâs shadows whispered to him as they noted the way you had stiffened the moment your father stepped out and forced a smile onto your face. He was always unsettled by your fatherâs indifference to you, his grip on the book he held tightening.
"Letâs go home."
Lord Damusâs voice was detached as he dumped the books in his arm into yours. Azriel noticed immediately that it was a smaller load than what you had arrived with, but that did little to ease him as you winced under the weight.
He moved instinctively to help you, but the harsh stare Rhysand shot at him from across the room made him pause. Azriel blinked, momentarily stunned by the anger that flashed in Rhysandâs eyes.
"Thank you for your time, Lord Damus. I wish you both a safe trip back," Rhysand said, his voice smooth and composed, contrasting the look he had sent Azriel.
Lord Damus bowed in respect and you did the same. Albeit, with a struggle, given all the weight in your arms. Some of Azrielâs shadows darted toward you, hiding within the shadows of the sitting room. They settled underneath the books you carried, helping you silently. And at the way your arms eased, so did Azrielâs.
It was short lived because as soon as you and your father disappeared, Rhysand turned back to him.
âMy office. Now.â
Rhysandâs tone left no room for questioning or contemplating. Azrielâs shadows hissed at the sharpness but the shadowsinger yielded to his High Lordâs command. As he entered the office, the faint traces of Feyre and Nyxâs scent lingered in the air, but neither was there now.Â
âDid something happen?â Azriel asked, senses on high alert.
Rhysand leaned against the front of his desk, his gaze locking onto Azriel. "I didnât think Iâd have to ask this twice, but... are you out of your mind?"
Azrielâs shadows swirled around him, speaking in tongues. He let out a sound, a mix of disbelief, defensiveness, and the all-too-familiar hint of rage that had been waiting just beneath the surface. Not again.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â he muttered.
Rhysandâs humorless chuckle cut through the air. âOh, trust me, I wish I was.â
Azrielâs jaw tightened, but he said nothing.Â
âI canât believe you would be so careless as to sneak her out of here whenâŠâ
âHer father has no clue,â Azriel shot back, trying to defend the choice, though even he knew it wasnât enough.
âI bet your scent still lingers on her,â Rhysand snapped. âDo you know how dangerous that could be? For an unwed lady of her status to be caught alone with another male, to smell like another male? It could ruin her. I donât know what youâre intentions are with her but Y/n is in love with youââ
âI know.â Azriel cut in sharply.
Rhysandâs expression darkened further, his voice hardening into ice. âSo you do know. Whatâs your game here, Az? Because all I can think and worry about is how it will end for her.â
Before Azriel could respond, Rhysandâs voice rang out again, cutting through the growing tension like a blade.
âYou will stay away from her.â
The words hit Azriel like a slap, his body going rigid as the words seemed to echo in his mind. Because this was not his brother talking to him. It was his High Lord. His shadows were seething, reflecting the storm brewing inside. How had it come to thisâŠagain? The same damn warning, as though Azriel couldnât be trusted to make his own decisions.Â
First, it was Mor. Then, it was Elain. And now you.
Unbelievable. His lips twisted into a humorless, bitter smile then. âShould I just ask you for a roster of females Iâm allowed to be with? It would save us both a lot of time and trouble.â
âI said it before and Iâll say it again.â Rhysand breathed in sharply, barely able to restrain his vexation. âAnd I pray to the Mother I wonât have to say it for a third time...â
Azrielâs shadows froze mid-whisper. The room grew quiet and unnervingly still. His wings twitched, as if they too, braced themselves. Because he already knew what was coming.Â
But knowing didnât make it any easier.
âIf you need to fuck someone, go to a pleasure hall. Heck, Iâll offer to pay for it this time.â
And the words stung just as sharply as they had the first time.
âJust stay away from y/n.â
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a Second Chance | Rafe Cameron x Maybank!reader
Summary: After being in a secret relationship with Rafe and becoming pregnant, he denied the entire relationship, making it known your son wasnât his. However, he canât deny it for much longer - your son is the spitting image of Rafe.Â
Part 1Â
A/N: This is a continuation of the fic above. This can be read as stand alone or you can read the other first for a bit of background on how things played out and telling Rafe you were expecting.Â
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Your son's giggles were music to your ears. You smiled in adoration at his uncle JJ chasing him through the yard, his little toddler legs moving as fast as they could. He loved his uncle JJ. And his other aunts and uncles too. After all the drama with Rafe, he and the other Pogues stepped in, becoming your village and boy are you glad you had them. You wouldnât have been able to do it without them.Â
Rafe continued the story, the baby wasnât his and you were never in a relationship. However, as time has passed, people are starting to get suspicious, especially as your son grows because heâs the spitting image of Rafe. It is getting to the point, Rafe truly canât deny him.Â
âCome on boys, let's get to the beach before it gets crowded,â You call out to JJ and Jackson; the other Pogues loading up in the Twinkie. You and JJ worked hard, going in half on a car that JJ rebuilt to make it drivable. JJ knew the Twinkie wouldnât be a safe vehicle to transport his tiny nephew and made it his mission to find you something sustainable and reliable.Â
âMama!â Jackson squeals as he nears, jumping into your arms.Â
You laugh and kiss his head before placing him in his carseat and securing him. âReady to go to the beach?âÂ
He nods with a big grin; Rafeâs smile. The smile youâd fell in love with. You canât deny it doesnât hurt a little when you look at your son, because staring back is Rafe and all the hurt that came with him. But you wouldnât trade Jackson for anything in the world. Heâd brought light into your life and filled your broken heart. Jackson is so smart and intelligent, even at only 3 years old. Heâs got a sweet and loving personality and he loves when he can make you laugh. And Rafe is missing it all, time he will never get back.
~
After settling at a spot on the beach, you all unpacked, setting the chairs and umbrella up. Pope dropping the cooler under the umbrella with a grunt, âjeez what the hell did you guys pack in that thing.âÂ
Jackson started tugging you toward the water, âcome mama!âÂ
âNo baby hold on, let's put sunscreen on first. Then you can get in the water.âÂ
He pouts but stops tugging, letting you lather him in the sunscreen.Â
âOnce mama is finished me and you can go check out those waves!â Â JJ holds his fist to Jackson, who returns with a fist bump.Â
âAlright youâre finished!â You kiss him on the head and he takes off toward the water with JJ. JJ picks him up and wades into the water with him. Jackson laughing hysterically as the waves crash against them.Â
âbeer?â Kie asks, as you take a seat in the beach chair next to her.Â
"Yes thank you,â you sigh, taking a sip, âI love that the beach is nearly empty-âÂ
Loud music catches you and the other Pogues attention, watching as a couple trucks and a jeep drive thru the sand behind you. You recognized Topperâs jeep and groaned.Â
âPlease keep driving..â Sarah pleads.Â
âAnywhere but here.â Kie adds.Â
âOf course.â John B says as they stop a little ways down the beach, âThis entire beach and they pick that spot?âÂ
You take a sip of your beer, nearly choking on it as you see someone hop out of the dark blue truck. Rafe.Â
âShit.â Kie mumbles.Â
He rounds the truck and opens the passenger side, another person gets out of the truck and itâs Sofia.Â
Sarah places a gentle hand on your arm, âyou gonna be ok?âÂ
You give her a reassuring smile and nod, âYeah, yeah. Iâll be fine.â You gaze out at the ocean, JJ has noticed the kooks and he looks over at you, a look of concern on his face. You nod at him, letting him know youâre okay. He continues to play with Jackson, holding his hand as he stands with his toes in the sand, jumping over the waves as they break against the beach.Â
âWeâre both adults here. Maybe me more than him but itâs ok.â You glance between Sarah and Kie, âHeâs living his best life - while I raise our son that he denies is his.âÂ
John B squeezes your shoulders, âAnd youâre doing a damn good job at it too.âÂ
The rest of the Pogues pipe in, âHell ya you are,â âYouâre killing it.âÂ
âThanks you guys,â Your eyes dance between the Pogues, âI couldnât have done it without you guys,â Your eyes grow teary, âOk okay stop you guys are gonna make me cry,â You shake your hands out, wiping your face, âenough sappy talk. Letâs enjoy our beach day!âÂ
~Â
Rafe watches you and the Pogues playing with Jackson by the water, taking a sip of his beer.Â
Sofia comes up beside him, wrapping her arm around his waist, âHer son is cute,â She says with a smile, looking up at him.Â
He hums in response, not pulling his eyes from you and Jackson. He knew now, there was no denying Jackson. He looked just like him. Topper flat out asked the other day if Jackson was his.Â
âHe looks just like you man.âÂ
Rafe shrugged, âI donât see it. Heâs not mine though. She was screwing everyone on the island. Thereâs no telling who the father is.â He tried to keep up with the lie, but Topper wasnât stupid. Topper knew you werenât sleeping around, youâd never been like that. But he let him continue the lie, dropping the topic completely.Â
âI bet our kids will be cute.âÂ
Now that caught his attention. He snaps his head toward her, âWhat?âÂ
Sofia smiles, âWhen we have kids, I bet they will be cute.â Sheâs in dreamland, wondering what life with Rafe Cameron would be like. Getting married, having a big house on the island, having kids etc etc. Little did she know, Rafe wasnât planning a future with her.Â
He nod and takes another sip of his beer, deciding not to say anything.Â
âJackson wait-âÂ
Rafe turns in time to see a ball rolling his way and Jackson chasing it. You werenât too far behind.Â
Rafe bends down and picks up the ball, staying at Jacksonâs level as he approaches. Jackson is hesitant to take it.Â
âJackson, you canât just run off-âÂ
Rafe feels like heâs staring at a mirror. Topperâs right, he looks just like him. The little boys eyes are innocent and heâs overcome with a feeling he canât describe. He feels protective of the small boy in front of him, like a father would. A surge of love flowing through him. How could anyone leave this boy without a dad? How could he have abandoned his son? Something changed the moment he looked into Jacksonâs eyes.
âHere you go, buddy,â Rafe holds the ball out to him with a smile.Â
Jackson hesitantly takes it, looking up at you, with a small pout on his lips, âSorry mama, my ball.âÂ
Rafe slowly stands, the two of you coming face to face for the first time since you told him you were pregnant.Â
âItâs ok baby, you just canât run off like that.â You run your fingers through his hair. You will yourself to meet Rafeâs eyes, âSorry about that, weâll get out of your way.âÂ
âItâs ok.â Rafe canât seem to tear his eyes away from you. Is it possible to be more beautiful? Motherhood treated you well and heâs overwhelmed with pride to know you did it all on your own because of his stupid decision. His stupid immature decision.Â
Your eyes glance to Sofia, who steps up next to Rafe, pulling him from his trance, âyour son.. heâs adorable.âÂ
You give her a small smile, âThank you.âÂ
Rafe is mesmerized by you. He doesnât know whatâs over come him but the feelings that he buried deep inside have started bubbling to the surface.Â
âJackson, you know youâre not suppose to talk to strangers.â JJ takes a dig at Rafe as he approaches, scooping up Jackson in his arms.Â
Rafeâs jaw clenches at JJâs comment. Stranger. Heâs no stranger. Heâs his father- but he catches himself. JJâs right. He truly is a stranger to him and he has no right to call himself his father.Â
Jackson wraps his tiny arms around JJâs neck, snuggling into his shoulder. That stirs some jealousy within Rafe. He should be the one hugging his son and playing ball with him on the beach. He should be the one there, the three of you as a family.Â
âWe better get back. Sorry for bothering you guys.â You apologized, following JJ back to the rest of the pogues.Â
Rafe watches you walk away, his heart aching. He should have told you the truth. And he shouldnât have lied all these years about Jackson.Â
 ~Â
JJ holds Jackson with one arm and wraps his other around your shoulders, âyou ok?âÂ
You nod, âIâm good. You shouldnât have made the comment you didâÂ
JJ rolls his eyes, âitâs not like it wasnât true. Heâs a stranger.âÂ
You shrug, âI know but-âÂ
âNo buts. Heâs a stranger to Jackson. Even if he shares DNA with him.â He snaps back.Â
It was a touchy subject with JJ and you knew the conversation was over. JJ was protective over you and he held a huge grudge against Rafe for abandoning the two of you. Especially Jackson. He wanted Jackson to have a dad, something you and him didnât have growing up.Â
~Â
Rafe laid in bed that night with you and Jackson on his mind. He couldnât sleep, tossing and turning the entire night. Sofia is sound asleep next to him. He squints, peering to check the time on the clock, 6:37 am. He sighs running a hand over his face before quietly getting out of bed and toward the shower. He wanted to see you again and talk. He needed to talk to you.Â
âRafe?â Sofiaâs sleepy voice calls out to him, hands feeling his spot on the bed.Â
Rafe comes to her side, showered and dressed, kisses her forehead. âEarly meeting. Be back later.âÂ
She hums and turns back over, falling back asleep.Â
~Â
He pulls up to the Maybank house a little while later. Glancing over in the passenger seat, coffee for you and him. He hopes you still liked your coffee with 2 creams and 2 sugars. He also picked up some muffins and donuts, unsure what Jackson would like.Â
He was nervous, gripping the steering wheel. Maybe he shouldnât do this. He can still turn around and go home. You donât even know heâs here yet.Â
He shakes his head, no thereâs no talking him out of this. He needs to have this talk. Heâs 2 years two late. Technically almost 3 years.Â
Well shit thereâs no turning around now cause here you come walking toward his truck. He takes a deep breath, now or never.Â
He steps out of the truck, âmorning.â
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â You ask tightening your robe around you, âitâs nearly 7:30 in the morning.âÂ
âBrought coffee and breakfast.â He says, reaching inside to grab the coffee and bag. âI was hoping we could talk?âÂ
âNow you want to talk? Youâre a couple years too late Rafe.â Youâre eyeing the coffee, yearning for your boost of caffeine.Â
He sighs, âI know, I have no right to show up here unannounced either but, after seeing you guys yesterday I couldnât stop thinking about you.â He offers the coffee, âtwo cream and two sugar?âÂ
You nod, slowly reaching to take the coffee, âyou still remember?â You ask, surprised. Even after all these years he remembered? You felt a soft tug on your heart. No y/n. You tell yourself, smooshing those feelings back down. It was not the time to go soft.Â
He shrugs, also handing you the bag of muffins and donuts, âItâs not the hardest coffee order, but yes I still remember. Thereâs muffins and donuts in there, I wasnât sure-â He scratches the back of his neck, growing uncomfortable, âI wasnât sure what Jackson liked.âÂ
âHeâs a fan of both. He pretty much will eat anything,â You turn and head for the porch, âEveryone is still asleep, let me put this inside and we can go to the dock.âÂ
Rafe nods and takes the time to check out what all you two have done with the place. It was different than when he was here last, new dock and boathouse, the landscaping had been cleaned up and the house actually looked livable. Jacksonâs toys were strewed around the grass.Â
âready?â You ask, heading down toward the dock, Rafe following. You two take a seat on the bench at the end of the dock.Â
âSo, now that Jackson is older, people are starting to notice how much he looks just like you. You canât keep up with whatever lie youâve been spreading. Are you here to try and make me come up with an excuse for where his father is? So, you can go about your life?â You ask, bitterly.Â
âNo, thatâs not why Iâm here. Iâm here to step up and apologize. And explain my immature behavior.â He stands back up, pacing the dock in front of you. His nerves are getting the best of him. He had this speech all planned out but sitting in front of you, heâs forgot what to say. âI wasnât in the right head space. And I for sure wasnât ready to be a father. You saw what I was like. I was drinking, partying. Hell, I was even doing coke at that point.âÂ
You sit quietly, sipping your coffee as you listen to him. It wasnât anything you didn't know, to tell you the truth. You also were doing all those things at the time, minus the coke, but as soon as you found out you were pregnant, youâd stepped up and knew all of that had to come to an end. You were going to be a mother.Â
âI was doing the same things, Rafe. I donât see that being an excuse. I stepped up when I needed to because I had too. It was something you needed to do as well, but you werenât ready to give up that life yet. You werenât ready to give up your lifestyle to become a father.âÂ
âI know. and thatâs the truth, I didnât want to give up my partying lifestyle for a kid. I was also scared what people would think of me, getting a girl from the cut pregnant. No one even knew we were dating-âÂ
âSo you were ashamed of me? Youâre really not doing yourself any favors right now-â You scoffed, standing, âI get it, Rafe. It would have been the worst thing for a kook to get a pogue pregnant. People would have judged you and never looked at you the same-â You turn to head back toward the house. âIâm so tired of this kook vs pogue bullshit.âÂ
âBaby-â He gently grabs your arm to stop you, letting the pet name slip, âI mean y/n- Thatâs not what I was trying to say. Fuck, this is not how I wanted this to go. Please, Iâm trying to apologize. I was an immature kid back then and Iâm here now to apologize, make things right and take responsibility.âÂ
âRafe,â you sigh, âweâre doing fine right now. Without having you in our lives. Weâve made it work. Itâs been 3 years, just let it go. Iâll keep on with the lie, you can continue to live your life how you want. Get married, have other kids. Whatever you want to do.âÂ
âI donât want to do that, y/n. Thatâs what Iâm here for. I want to be apart of Jacksonâs life. A part of your life.â His hand has slipped down from your arm to your hand, his thumb subconsciously caressing your skin. âPlease give me another chance. Iâve changed. I promise Iâm not the man I was before. My dad has made me a manager at his company. I have a steady job, a house of my own. Iâm not the immature teenager I was before.â His eyes are pleading for another chance to do the right thing.
You donât know how to describe it as you stare into Rafeâs eyes, that they look the same as they did when you fell in love with him, but have a different softness to them. Heâs genuine. But you donât know if you can trust him. He broke you and you werenât ready to open those doors again. You werenât ready to open yourself back to him. You had Jackson to think about now and had to take his feeling into account. Could you trust Rafe?Â
âWhat about Sofia? What does she think of all this?â You remove your hand from his, crossing your arms over your chest. âShe seems like a great girl.âÂ
âIf Iâm honest with you, I havenât talked to her about it. Me and her arenât serious.âÂ
âMaybe you should go home and talk things over with her. I canât make a decision now. I need time to think it over.âÂ
His shoulders sag in defeat, but he ultimately nods, âTake all the time you need.. Iâll be here waiting.âÂ
~Â
Rafe left your house and immediately went to Tannyhill, hoping he could catch his dad before leaving for his meeting at 11. âMorning Rose,â He greets as he enters the kitchen, Rose is drinking coffee at the island, Wheezie next to her. He kisses Wheezie on the head, âWheezie,âÂ
âMorning,â They say in unison.Â
âIs Dad still here?âÂ
âIn his office,â Rose nods, âHe had a couple things to finish before the meeting.âÂ
âThanks,â Rafe heads toward his office, knocking, âDad?âÂ
âCome in,â Ward calls out, âMorning Rafe, you ready for the big meeting this morning?âÂ
âReady. But I was hoping to talk to you about something.â He takes a seat across from Wardâs desk. Ward can tell there is something on his sonâs mind and closes his laptop to give his full attention.Â
âWhatâs going on?âÂ
Rafe takes a deep breath, clasping his hands together to stop them from shaking, âYou know y/n Maybank?âÂ
âYes-â Ward says, leaning forward a little, âWhat about her?âÂ
âMe and her dated a few years ago.â
âMmhmm.â ward nods, âWhat about it?âÂ
Rafe takes another deep shaky breath. Ward begins to think about it, remembering she had a son. Who was about 3-Â
âThe boy- Jackson. Heâs yours?â Ward asks in disbelief.Â
Rafe gives a short nod, âI fucked up.âÂ
Ward slowly sits back in his chair, taking it all in. Old Ward would have blown up, told Rafe how stupid could he have been. âHow long have you known?â He asks.Â
âSince she told me she was pregnant.â He canât help but get teary eyed, still on edge as he waits for his dad to blow up on him. âI told you I fucked up.âÂ
Ward mulls over this new and shocking information. âWhy wouldnât you say anything?â Ward asks.Â
âI was terrified. Immature. I didnât want to be a dad. I was partying all the time and wasnât ready to give it up and be a dad.â He tells him honestly, âIt was a shitty decision and I regret it.âÂ
âYou should have took responsibility son.â He sighs, âBut I know you werenât in the right head space.â He stands and rounds his large desk, taking the seat next to his son, âRehab changed you for the better.âÂ
Rafe nods, âIâm trying to fix things. I want to be in his life. I went to her this morning and we talked. Sheâs hesitant to give me a chance.âÂ
âShe has every right to be hesitant.â Ward defends, you, âThatâs her son.âÂ
âHeâs mine too,â Rafe says, but sighs, âBut youâre right. It is her son. Iâve given her no reason to trust me.âÂ
Ward nods, âTime will give her that. Youâve done the hardest part. Admitted you were wrong and apologized.â He squeezes Rafeâs shoulder, âItâs time for you to take responsibility.âÂ
Rafe nods in response, âIâm sorry dad. I should have told you the truth.âÂ
Ward agrees. He gives Rafe a small smile, âSo I have a grandson, huh?âÂ
~Â
Rafe was in agony. It had been a week since he talked to you. You hadnât tried reaching out yet and he was starting to get worried that you werenât going to give him a second chance. Heâd called it quits with Sofia, who didnât take it easily, but she admitted she knew sheâd seen a change in him after the beach day. And had admitted sheâd wondered about Jackson. She saw the resemblance and the way Rafe had looked at you. He was still in love with you.Â
Youâd told the Pogues that morning over breakfast, JJ had flipped.Â
âLike hell he deserves another chance!âÂ
âJJ, you donât get to make the decision, I do.âÂ
JJ had left with a slam of the front door. He come back a couple hours later, calm and agreed. It wasnât his place, but he still didnât trust him. He didnât want to see you hurt again.Â
JJ had left with a slam of the front door. He come back a couple hours later, calm and agreed that it wasnât his place, but he still didnât trust him. He didnât want to see you hurt again.Â
~
Your heart is pounding against your chest as you take the stairs up to Rafeâs front door. You looked around the outside of the house. It was a nice, expensive house on the water. Two story on stilts as most houses near water are built.Â
His truck was parked under the house so you knew he was home.Â
You took a deep breath and knocked on the door.Â
Rafe was surprised to see you at his front door. It had been a week and he was beginning to wonder if you were even gonna make a decision. The longer it took the more he felt he wasnât going to get his second chance.Â
âHey,âÂ
âHey,â you point inside, âcan I come in so we can talk?âÂ
âYeah yeah of course.â He opens the door wider for you to enter, closing it behind you.Â
The place was clean and sleek. It looked like a bachelor pad.Â
âYou want anything to drink? Iâve got water, juice, a beer..â he chuckles softly, motioning to the kitchen.Â
You follow him into the kitchen, âWater is fine,â You lay your purse in the chair at the island. âIâm gonna be honest, Iâm nervous.â
He fixes you a glass of water and you take a chance to look around the room.Â
âno need to be nervous,â
You see in the corner of the living room thereâs a small kids battery powered jeep and a couple other shopping bags around it.Â
He sees you have noticed the stuff and slides the water to you, âmy dad.. he uh he bought it for Jackson and Rose picked up a few things for him too.âÂ
âThatsâs very sweet of them. But wait, you told your dad?â Youâre surprised and look to him, âI thought you hated him.. you guys didnât have a great relationship.âÂ
âWe patched things up after I got back from rehab.âÂ
âRehab?â You ask shocked, âI didnât know, when did you go to rehab?âÂ
He clears his throat, âfew months after we broke up. Or I broke things off. Ward found me half dead on some laced coke I bought and when I woke up he made me go to rehab. Best decision I could have made.âÂ
âThatâs awesome, Rafe. Im happy for you. I know having a better relationship with your dad was what you always talked about wanting.â You give him a soft smile.Â
âYeah yeah itâs good now.â He heads toward the back deck overlooking the water and you follow taking in the view but Rafe, heâs watching you, taking you in.Â
You catch him watching you and canât help but blush, âwhy are you looking at me like that?âÂ
Now he blushes, embarrassed heâd been caught, âsorry, we can sit here to talk.â He takes a seat on the couch and you take a seat on the other side.Â
You take a deep breath, âIâve done a lot of thinking over this.âÂ
He nods, hands clasped together he places his elbows on his thighs leaning closer, âyeah?âÂ
You look at him, âWeâll start out easy and slow. Heâs not to know youâre his dad yet. I want him to be comfortable with you. He doesnât truly understand the whole dad thing either, so I donât want to confuse him. We call all hang out together first and then if I feel comfortable enough maybe you can take him on your own for a couple hours. I donât trust you yet, Rafe. You broke that trust and I need time. But I believe everyone deserves a second chance. And I want Jackson to grow up with a dad who loves him. Something JJ and I didnât have growing up.âÂ
He resists every muscle in his body not to hug you. âI can be that. I will be that.âÂ
He reaches over and you let him take your hand, âthank you for this.â He gives it a gentle squeeze, âyou donât know how much this chance means to me.â
~Â
A couple days later you and Jackson meet Rafe at his house, planning to spend the day there. Rafe had asked you a million questions about Jackson; his likes, dislikes, what toys he liked to play with, what he liked to do. He wanted to know as much as he could so he could be prepared for today.Â
âHey!â Rafe greets at the door, âWhatâs up little man?âÂ
Jacksonâs shy at first and he peeks out from your shoulder at Rafe, muttering a quiet, âHi.âÂ
âHeâs a little shy. And he just woke up from a nap.â you follow Rafe inside and he helps to take the bag off your shoulders.Â
âItâs all good. I understand.â He nervously wipes his hands on his shorts, âI got his favorite foods. The kitchen is stocked and-âÂ
âToys!â Jackson gasps, wiggling out of your arms and immediately taking off toward the pile of toys. The jeep Ward bought him was there and a couple other new toys Rafe picked up. Â
âCan I play?â Jackson asks, his eyes lighting up.Â
âTheyâre yours! You can play with them all. After lunch we can take that jeep outside and you can ride around the yard.â Rafe says, taking a seat on the couch to watch him.Â
âYou didnât have to get all these...â You sit next to Rafe.Â
Rafe shrugs, âI know but he didnât have anything here. I want him to be comfortable.â He slips off the couch and sits in the floor next to Jackson, helping him open the toys. Rafe teaches him how to play with a couple of them, showing him how they work.Â
You couldnât believe the change in Rafe. It was like a different man sitting in the floor. And the resemblance between the two was uncanny. Both had the same look of concentration on their face and you laughed softly to yourself after snapping a picture. Sarah had asked how it was going, so you sent her the picture. She was happy to know her brother was stepping up and also made a comment about their same look of concentration.Â
As you stared at Rafe, a new feeling was starting to take form. A longing for something more and hope that maybe you could get your happy ever after and your dream of a family to become a reality.
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need to be watching comfort movies with manon and holding her like please let me take care of you my heart hurts
i stopped studying to write this up, it's probably trash but i needed to do something
â ANYTIME, ALWAYS đ
warnings/tags: fluff, established relationship, f!reader
you knew something was off the moment you stepped inside the dorm for the girls after getting a text from manon. it was quiet with the rest of the girls gone for the award show, an oddity for the home that was buzzing always. you were given an extra key from sophia who explicitly told you that you were the only one to have an extra and to not let the staff find out. to be fair, you didn't really care though if the staff found out right now.
when you got the text from manon that read; can you come by? :(, with nothing else, you had a feeling something was wrong. you showed up at the dorm within twenty minutes.
you step into the living room, seeing manon sitting on the couch with the hood of her hoodie over her head watching, or trying, to watch a movie on the tv. she doesn't even notice your presence until you step closer to her. "hey, baby," you say softly, making her finally realize you're there and look up at you.
"hey," she says quietly. "how did you get in?"
"sophia gave me a key a while ago," you answer, sitting down next to her on the couch. "is everything okay?" you ask hesitantly.
"mm," manon hums, not moving. "just...things," she mumbles.
"okay..." your voice trails off as your eyes glance around. "do you want to talk about it?"
manon shakes her head, her eyes finally meeting yours with tears in her eyes. she opens her mouth to speak but you're wrapping your arms around her and pulling her into your embrace before she can get anything out. she puts her face in your neck, her arms grabbing your shirt tightly as if you would disappear.
"it's okay," you whisper softly. "it's okay," you reiterate a few times, your hand rubbing her back reassuringly. you can feel a few wet droplets hitting your skin, and you pull her closer to you, her body practically pressing against yours as she quietly cries into your neck.
you can hear her mumbling into your skin, and you can only make out a few words every now and then, but you can decipher it and figure out what she's saying. "look at me, baby," you say quietly, moving your hands to her face.
manon slowly lifts her head from your neck to look at you, her eyes slightly red from crying with a few tears still trailing down her cheeks. "i-i don-don't understand-"
"hey, hey," you interrupt her quickly, knowing exactly where it would lead. "i'm going to stop you right there. just breathe, okay? everything will be okay, you will be okay. i don't know what you're seeing, but ignore it. it's hard, i know. it's been hard, i know. but you're the strongest person i've ever met," you wipe the tears away with the pads of your thumbs. "i love you so much, the girls love you so much, everyone loves you. forget the small percentage of people who are jealous because you're talented and they aren't. you are so important to so many people. you mean the world to so many, to me. i love you so much."
listening to your words has more tears welling in manon's eyes as she nods along to what you're saying. "i love you too," she mumbles quietly.
you lean in and softly press your lips against hers, feeling her reciprocate instantly as her hands rest on your waist. you pull away for a moment, leaning your forehead on hers while wiping away the remaining tears. "is there anything you want to do?" you ask.
manon shakes her head lightly. "not really. i was watching a movie, but it's kinda trash."
you nod while giving a short hum. "okay. how about we put a good movie on and i'll order us something to eat?" you suggest.
"i'm okay with that," she replies.
"okay," you peck her lips, smiling slightly. you grab the remote off the table and grab manon's arm, pulling her down on top of you as you lay on your back along the couch. she giggles softly at the action, resting her head on your chest as you look through the movies listed on the tv. putting on a random one, you put the remote down and look back at manon, wrapping your arms around her. "i love you so much," you quietly speak.
"i love you too," she responds in the same voice. "please don't leave," she whispers.
"i won't," you immediately reply. "i promise." you kiss the top of her head. "you don't have to worry about that. i'm staying for as long as you'll keep me around."
"forever?" she murmurs.
"forever."
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I Slept With My Brotherâs Babysitter
Includes: Choso x (fem)Babysitter reader, new relationship (like an hour old), kissing, lots. Choso plays with readerâs boobs for a little, boob kissing, nipple biting (yeowch), readerâs boobs arenât a specific size, body worship, Choso is uncut, handjob/fingering (both receiving), oral (both receiving), praise (always, itâs zero writingđ), protected sex, like three orgasms, aftercare (yippee!!), sillies in love.
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Word Count: ~3k
A/n: Yayyyy, hopefully, this is good! As the title and âincludesâ mentions, this is smut, so if you donât want to read that with this au, please skip over!! Iâm unsure if I will write a male reader counterpart (I apologize if I donât), but I hope you enjoy this! As always, likes and reblogs are appreciated!! (I love reading your tags) I think I like boobs. Please ignore how this is like, 2-3 months late, I had a huge slump and then got really busy (_ _;) this is BARELY proofread, I let Grammarly do most of the work :P
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The moment Chosoâs apartment door clicks shut, youâre pinned against the wall as he presses his lips to yours, hands reaching to lock the door. He holds your waist and you whine into his mouth when he lowers them to squeeze at your hips.
Choso hears the desperate noise and freezes, looking at you. âI⊠I liked that noiseâŠâ
His mumbles make you blush, and you two kiss more. âCanât-â kiss â-just say that, dummyâŠâ
âCanât say what?â He pulls back, oblivious to how easily you get embarrassed.
â⊠Never mind, keep kissing me.â
He happily accepts that and squeezes your hips again as your lips lock for another time. Your tongues swap spit and you two stumble to his bedroom, where he finally pulls away again, much to your disappointment. You frown and chase his lips as he kneels to untie your shoes and carefully pull them off your feet.
âYou are so absolutely gorgeous, you know that?â
ââŠYou are embarrassingâŠâ
âDo my words bother you?â
âNo, they fluster meâŠâ
He chuckles and kicks off his own shoes, carefully reaching to take off his shirt. You watch with hungry eyes and he just laughs more.
âWaiting for something?â
âI- no! âŠOkay, maybe.â
He laughs and takes off his shirt to show off his toned torso. Youâve seen Chosoâs body a few times before when he comes out of the shower with only a towel around his waist when you watch Yuji, and of course, you canât help but sneak a few glances. He noticed this, obviously, but would never tell you that. He reaches to undo your cute top, making sure itâs set aside carefully, and then unclasps your bra with ease.
The moment Choso sees your supple breasts, he is awestruck. He carefully takes one into his hand and lightly squeezes, gauging your reaction. You seem to like it, so he gently massages your breasts, leaning to kiss your neck and suck marks that Yuji will innocently question when he comes home.
You whine into the crook of his neck as he sucks those pretty marks into your skin and caresses your hard, sensitive nipples. Your hands grip the waistband of his pants needily tugging them down. Itâs now his turn to blush as his penis is already at full attention.
âWow, does kissing get you that desperate?â You laugh.
âDonât make fun of meâŠâ
âSorry, sorryyy, I think itâs kind of endearing.â
âHow is this endearing?â
âWell, you got all excited because you were kissing me, right? Ever got that way from kissing someone else?â
âUh, n-no, I havenâtâŠâ He seems embarrassed by his excitement.
You just smile. âThat makes me feel special.â
His heart flutters, he really canât help it when your smile is so gorgeous and words so sweet. He kisses you more, holding you gently and carefully slipping off the rest of your clothes. He doesnât move to touch you yet, and you donât move to touch him, you two just continue to taste each otherâs mouths while in the nude.
Chosoâs hand slides down to your ass and he lightly squeezes where he has always wanted to. The skin is so soft, better than he has ever imagined and you hum against his lips, enjoying the possessive gesture. You lay back and he kisses down your chest, lightly trailing his hands up and down your body.
Choso gently kisses your torso, sucking little marks into the skin between your breasts. His free hand traces the areola on your right breast while he focuses his mouth on your left. Your pretty whines echo in his mind and fill the room, hands carding into his dark locks to lightly pull as he looks up at you with hooded eyelids. The gasp that escapes your throat when his teeth gently bite down on your nipple makes him dizzy.
âCh-choso, Iâm sensitive there!â You whine and tug harder at his hair.
He just hums and moves to the other nipple, giving the same attention to it. His saliva mixed with the air feels almost freezing on your poor nipple when he does switch. His hand tweaks and tugs at the reddened area, looking back up at you with love-drunk eyes. Choso reluctantly pulls himself away after a few minutes and returns to locking lips with you.
âYou're so gorgeous,â he mumbles against your lips. âBeautiful body, soft lips, heavenly titsâŠâ
âYou havenât even let me appreciate your body,â you whine, yet thereâs no real complaint in your words.
He chuckles and traces your hips. âYouâll get there soon. Let me do one more thing, please.â
You nod. âOkay.â
He rubs your hips gently and drags his hands along your sides, watching your reactions. His rough thumbs feel so soft to you as if they were the only hands that existed. Or mattered, at least. Calloused fingers trace down your hips and slowly make their way to your mound, his middle finger tracing slow circles into your clit.
Satisfied hums escape your throat as he slowly yet expertly rubs your clit, spreading your folds and examining your pretty pussy. Soft kisses plant onto your hips and slowly make their way to your sweet core.
He almost cums just from tasting you. The dark-haired male licks a long stripe along your pussy before suckling your pretty clit. The gasp that escapes you makes it so much harder for him not to blow his load, you just taste so divine and sound so sweet. Your quiet hums quickly turn into desperate whines as Choso expertly eats you out. He ruts his hips against the sheets for some relief, focusing on sucking your sensitive little nub and making you release those cute noises.
âY-yes, right there, Choso,â you whine and buck up into his mouth.
He just hums into your weeping cunt, the vibrations from his voice adding yet another sensation to your body. Chosoâs hands grip your hips in place as he takes you with his tongue. His tongue spells his name repeatedly into your clit as he guides his middle finger to prod at your sopping hole. The male slowly pushes his middle and ring fingers in and curls them up, loving how your breath hitches as your body arches up more into his mouth when his fingers expertly find your g-spot.
He wants to laugh at how easily he understands your body. The slightest touch has your mind reeling and he is ecstatic to know he's doing that to you. He can feel how youâre squeezing his fingers and realizes that youâre already so close to your release. He doesnât change his movements in fear that heâll ruin it for you, just staying constant while you breathily chant his name like a mantra.
âChoso! Cho-so! Iâm- Iâm gonna-!!â
You donât finish the sentence before your orgasm ripples through your body, back arching up and hands gripping his hair like a vice. His slurps are so messy now as he swallows all the sweet juices of your release. He slowly pulls his mouth away to look up at you, your chest heaving and fingers lightly pulling his hair and then soothing his scalp.
You come down from the high and he is full of grins. Starry-eyed and kissing your skin as if you were sculpted from the finest clay. You sit up after a few minutes and the both of you kiss again, you can taste yourself on his tongue. He happily lets your tongue invade his mouth, his body jolting with pleasure when your hand finds his dick.
You slowly slide your hand along the base of his cock. Your thumb helps move his foreskin back so you can tease the head. As you do so, his breath hitches, and a quiet groan escapes his throat, his forehead resting against your shoulder. Choso grips your hips and ruts his own into your hand.
âYour hand feels amazing,â he murmurs huskily, breathing heavily into your neck. âDonât stopâŠâ
âNo? Not even if I want to suck it instead?â You whisper with a hint of teasing.
His cheeks flush and he groans softly. âOkay, but only if youâre doing that insteadâŠâ
You giggle and press a soft kiss against his lips before kneeling down to be level with his manhood. You press another kiss against the red tip of his cock before sliding your tongue along his length. His soft groans fill the room as your mouth envelops him, his hands tangling into your hair and guiding your head.
Choso swears heâs in heaven. Everything about you is so heavenly. The warmth of your mouth has him going crazy, he can only imagine how your other hole would feel.
âOh, just like that,â he groans, very vocal compared to his usual reserved nature. âSo goodâŠâ
It takes everything for him not to blow his load when you hum in response. You can taste it too, the pre that leaks out of him is oh-so perfect. Not too bitter, you canât help but want more. He tries to pull away before he can cum, but you have such a pretty look on your face that he cums shortly after. Thick ropes reach down your throat and you pull away with a gasp shortly after swallowing.
Once Choso has come down from his high, he feels red reach his face and he clears his throat. âS-sorry, that was probably super grossâŠâ
âNo, no, it wasnât bad at all.â You smile reassuringly and sit on his lap, careful not to stimulate his dick again. âI wanted to taste it.â
Heâs super red now if he wasnât already. âAh, um, o-okayâŠâ
âNeed a break before we start all the⊠penetration stuff?â You blush a little.
âYeah, just a little bit,â he mumbles and buries into your neck, planting soft kisses.
You press a kiss to his lips and get off his lap to look for condoms. âWhere do you keep your condoms?â
âUh, the one cabinet Yuji canât reach. Bathroom, above the mirror.â
You head to the bathroom connected to his bedroom and get on your tiptoes to open the cabinet and grab a condom. You return to the bed and carefully put the rubber on him, apologizing when he hisses out of sensitivity. You giggle a little afterwards and he frowns and attacks you with kisses.
âAck! Choso! Quiiiit!â You laugh and wrap your arms around him.
âMwah, mwah, mmmmmwah!â He chuckles and presses soft kisses around your neck and jawline.
âQuit ittt!â You giggle more.
He pulls away after pressing a soft kiss to your lips and has the sweetest smile youâve ever seen on him. You smile yourself and push his bangs out of his face. He hums and rubs your hips.
âYouâre gorgeous, you know that?â
âYouâve been saying that. I have no choice but to believe you.â You tease and kiss the corner of his lips.
âYou should. I mean it.â
âHm. So youâre the one who taught Yuji that honesty?â
âHa, I guess, whatâd he say?â
âHe tells me all the time that Iâm pretty.â
âHeâs not wrong.â
âSo do you and him talk about how pretty I am together?â You tease.
âDo you want more kisses?â
âOkay, okayyyâŠâ
He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Then another. And another. The two of you make out again and he lifts you from his lap and lays you on your back against his bed. You tangle your fingers into his hair and hum against his lips, body jolting in surprise when his tip grazes your clit. He chuckles at that.
âSensitive?â
âA little,â you mumble into his skin.
âBut good enough for me to start?â
âMhm, just donât cum too early.â You tease and he nips at your bottom lip.
âDonât plan on cumming before you.â
âWell, arenât you a gentleman?â
He scoffs at your tease and carefully slides his rubber-coated dick along your slick to use as lube before sliding into your warmth. Choso lets himself stay there for a moment and also allows you to adjust to his intrusion. You hold onto the manâs shoulders as he rubs your sides soothingly.
âYou okay?â he whispers.
âMhm, just need a second,â you mumble back.
âJust tell me when, I'll move slow.â
After a few moments of waiting, you nod. Choso moves his hips forward to be fully inside you, mumbling an apology when your nails dig into his skin. He waits again for your nod, which doesnât come for a while. When it does, he slowly moves back until he is almost fully out of you, then slides back in, angling up just a bit to graze along your g-spot.
The gasp it elicits from you makes him dizzy. It's like he magically got drunk during dinner because you're constantly making him so light-headed with every little thing you do. He gradually picks up the pace and his hips now move a bit faster, the angle he's been at making you just as dizzy as he is.
Soft moans fill the room, as well as his quiet grunts and the squeak of his bed. The bed frame makes quiet thumps against the wall that separates your apartment from his, so he's not worried about a noise complaint. He kisses marks against your chest and holds your hips firmly yet not hard enough to bruise.
âOh, right there, yeah, y-yeah, feels so good, Choso.â your breathless whispers mix with your moans.
âFeels good?â he repeats and smiles against your skin.
âMhm-- fuck --feels amazingâŠâ
He groans and continues his gradual increase in thrusts, eyes rolling back at how responsive you get. Your soft mewls drive him absolutely insane as he moves even faster inside you and spreads your legs wider (if even possible). Your nails dig even deeper into his shoulders, clawing at his back because he just feels so good, and heâs just so deep, it is just so right.
He can feel just how close you are and it's driving him nuts. He needs to feel you cum around him, and needs to know how it feels, he's been dreaming of this moment without even realizing it. But he can tell you still need something to help you teeter over the edge. He carefully rubs your clit with his thumb, not going too fast and not going too slow to keep you from orgasm. And he talks you through it the whole time.
âGotta cum for me, pretty girl, I need you to cum. Yeahhh, I know-- fuck --know you're close, just let go fâme, okay? That's it, good fucking girl-- fuck, you squeeze so tightâŠâ
You climax with a moan of his name and your nails drag along his back, legs squeezing around him and shaking slightly. He continues to thrust, the intervals becoming sloppy as he reaches his own orgasm, hips finally stilling when he overstimulated himself.
Choso carefully pulls out of you and kisses your forehead, moving your hair that is stuck to it out of the way. He grins and kisses your cheeks and lips as he slides the condom off his softening cock.
âYouâre so perfect,â he whispers against your skin. âReady to shower?â
âHold me for a little before we do,â you whine.
He chuckles and lays beside you, holding you on top of him and running his hand along your back. Choso's hand traces shapes into your hips as your head leans on his chest. His lips gently and repeatedly press against your forehead as he whispers praises to you.
âYou are such an angel, so gorgeous and sweet, even when you're a teaseâŠâ
âMhmm,â you hum back, too tired to actually form a reply.
âAnd you're just so fucking perfect, I love it.â
When he doesn't hear your half-reply and instead only hears your soft breathing, he smiles and carefully pulls the blanket over you. Choso, however, gets out of bed and showers, putting on fresh boxers before warming a bath up for you. He re-enters his room and carefully scoops you up, smiling softly when you wake up but don't really protest the bath.
Choso lathers your body carefully in some soap you had bought him as a neighborly welcome gift when he and Yuji moved in. You just sit in the tub and relax.
âTired?â he mumbles.
âYeah, I was almost asleepâŠâ
âI wanted to get you clean before you slept. Can't be too upset.â
âInterrupting my beauty sleep, how rude.â you joke and poke your tongue out.
âCome on, you can return as soon as I dry you off.â he laughs and rinses your body.
âFine, but you have to make me breakfast tomorrow.â
âOf course, I planned on that anyway.â
He dries you off and gives you some boxers and his t-shirt to sleep in, then lays in bed with you. You cuddle into him and Choso smiles while holding you even closer.
âYou know you're most likely gonna be sore tomorrow, yeah?â
âProbably, but it was so worth it in the moment.â
You both laugh and Choso kisses your head. âGet some sleep.â
âMkay,â you mumble and quickly fall asleep, quiet breathing filling the room. He could get used to this.
Taglist: @samaraxmorgan @cherriee-ee @auor4 @chaotic-ish @meowsannie
@mediokerrv @flooftoof @dazaisfavgf @mysteriaqueen @theirlgarfield
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Symbol on the Surface Chapter 13
WC: 1,5k
Relationship: SwissAlps
Tags: Transmasc Swiss, Pregnancy, Mild Dysphoria, Fluff
âDo you know what âseahorse dadâ means?â
Notes: Tysm to @jimothybarnes for beta reading :3
Chapter 1 here or on AO3.
Read chapter 13 under the cut or on AO3.
It has always been rare for Swiss to feel dysphoric, and even though heâs been experiencing it more since he started showing, it still doesnât happen that much.
Itâs only sometimes that heâll catch a glimpse of his reflection somewhere and fall down an ugly spiral that he has to be fished out of by his mate.
By the time Christmas comes around, Swiss is five months pregnant and he is huge.
Being ghouls, they donât really celebrate Christmas, but everyone loves the atmosphere and the fun of it, so every year they simplyâŠskip the christian parts. Most of the Abbey does; itâs a big thing and the name of the festivities is up to everyoneâs personal preferenceâChristmas, Yule, Winter Solstice, or nothing at all.
One of Swiss and Mountainâs favorite parts about that time are sweaters. They love getting matching Christmas sweaters that half the worldâs population would cringe at; they have so many stuffed in the back of their closetâwaiting for their time to shine year after year.
Unfortunately, this year they have not accounted for Swissâ current size. Itâs been so busy, neither of them thought about the sweaters until they saw someone else wearing them and remembered about their little custom.
The multi ghoul tries. He looks for the most stretchy sweater there is and gets Mountainâs, instead of his own. They are a little oversized, anyway, it should work.
More or lessâŠ
âItâs okay if it doesnât fit, darling, we donât have to wear them this year,â Mountain assures him, but he knows Swiss wonât budgeâand itâs not only about the damn sweater. Itâs about tradition, but also about how his body is changing. He doesnât particularly like it.
Swiss grunts as he wiggles into the sweaterârefusing his mateâs offer of helpâand eventually he does get it stretched over his baby bump, but the knitwear is holding on for dear life.
Mountain sighs, looking down at a strangely distorted reindeer. He looks up at the multi ghoulâs face when he hears him sniffle, though, and his heart breaks a little.
âOh, my darlingâŠâ he coos, coming up to Swiss to hug him. âItâs okay, we can find you a different one that doesnât squeeze you so much. Maybe Aether or Omega have something.â
âItâs notânot about the sweater,â the multi ghoul cries, whining into Mountainâs neck.
âWhat is it then, my heart?â he asks gently as he rubs Swissâ back.
âI look like a sack of potatoes! How can you even look at me, Iâm all swollen, and then thereâs theseâthese fucking stretchmarks, andâandâŠâ he sobs, but the last part seems to get stuck in his throat.
Mountain wants to know what heâs working with before he addresses every single concern of his mate. He also knows that itâs going to make everything worse if Swiss keeps some part of it in, so he prods gently, âWhatâs the âandâ about?â
The multi ghoul sighs before shoving his face further into the otherâs neck to mumble out something incomprehensible.
âMy heart, you know I didnât catch that.â Swiss groans, but moves his face.
âI look like a womanâŠâ he mutters; still quietly, but understandably now.
âMy darling,â Mountain starts, pulling back to look into his mateâs eyes when he speaks, âmy beloved mate, light of my life, I need you to listen to me, okay?â
He waits for Swiss to nod before carrying on, âYouâve grown because you are carrying our children inside you. Our kits, our babies; youâre going to give them life, bring them into this world! I can only imagine how it feels, and I wish I could take all the hardships of it away from you, but it truly is a wonderful thing and I couldnât be more proud of you. You do not look like a sack of potatoes, or a woman. You look absolutely beautiful, my handsome man, and I know you can see in my eyes that I mean every single word. Can you not?â
âI canâŠâ the multi ghoul replies quietlyâas if ashamed that heâs even dared to doubt his mate. âI love you.â
âI love you, too, my heart,â Mountain smiles and brings Swiss close again for a tightâalbeit carefulâhug. It lasts a good couple minutes before the earth ghoul notices that his mate starts to shift his feet in discomfort; even though he doesnât say anything. The earth ghoul pulls away.Â
âDo you know what âseahorse dadâ means?â he asks, suddenly having remembered something that Rain had mentioned to him a couple weeks ago.
âI donât think soâŠâ Swiss admits.
âWhen seahorses make babies, itâs the males that carry them,â Mountain explains. âApparently trans men that get pregnant are called seahorse dads because of that.â
Swiss stares at him with his mouth slightly agape for a moment. It turns into a smile before he bursts into tears again. The hormones have really turned him into a mess.
âThatâs so cuteee,â he all but wails, his crying now cuteness-induced, instead ofâŠthe other kind of crying. Mountain considers it a win.
âIt is,â he chuckles, wiping Swissâ tears away, âletâs lay down and Iâll show you some pictures, hm?â
âOkay,â he sniffles and follows his mate to the bed. He cringes at the tight sweater heâs still trapped in, though. âOugh, help me out of this damn contraption.â
Mountain laughs, but helps free him, indeed.
âIâll text the group chat and get you a sweater for this year, my heart,â he promises, and Swiss doesnât doubt it. He knows that if Mountain didnât manage to find one to borrow, heâd make one from scratch overnightâjust so his mate wouldnât be upset. Thatâs how much he loves him.
The earth ghoul lays down first and Swiss joins him right away. He snuggles himself into Mountainâs side, resting his stomach against his mateâs hip and his face in the crook of his neck. Swiss inhales deeply, trilling at that familiar scent he loves so much; the smell of the first days of summer.
As promised, Mountain gets out his phone and sends out the âsweater wantedâ text first, then moving onto TikTok to find some seahorse dads for Swissâboth the actual fish and pregnant trans men. The former makes the multi ghoul shed some more cuteness-tears, and the latter succeeds in boosting his confidence and chasing the dysphoria away.
They stay in bed for a little whileâas theyâve been doing most of their time for the last couple weeks. Swiss needs all the rest he can get and Mountain doesnât want to step away from him for even a second. He doesnât have anything better to do, anyways; all his outside work is paused for the winter after he and the other earth ghouls have secured everything against the cold.
So Swiss and Mountain keep snugglingâthe earth ghoul caressing the otherâs stomach as he purrsâuntil a phone buzzes somewhere. It got lost in the sheets, but once itâs recovered, the multi ghoul chirps happily at the message.
Itâs from Omega, he sent Mountain a couple photos of the sweaters he has and could not only borrow, but give away. Apparently, every time they were on tour in the winter, Terzo had gotten the older quintessence ghoul a silly Christmas sweater, so heâs got plenty.
âI can go get them right now,â Mountain offers, âgot any favorites, darling?â
âHmâŠâ Swiss stares at the pictures, zooming in and out and thoroughly analyzing every sweater offered. The earth ghoul gives him time and after a moment he makes his decision. âThis one!â
Mountain smiles, kisses Swiss on the forehead and jumps out of bed to go grab it. Omegaâs only downstairs, so itâs only a moment. The multi ghoul uses that time to go to the bathroomâitâs not a quick business nowadays.
When his mate returns with the sweater, Swiss is ecstatic. Heâs buzzing with excitement and if he werenât pregnant, heâd be jumping up and down. Mountain laughs as he helps him wiggle into the sweater and while itâs clear that it wasnât made with pregnant people in mind, it fits nearly perfectly.
The earth ghoul could just about cry, seeing his mate so happy over something soâŠbasic and small. He brings him in for a hug.
âMerry Christmas,â Swiss purrs, nuzzling the side of his face against his mateâs.
âMerry Christmas, my heart,â Mountain whispers before kissing himâdeeply, but softly. When they pull away for breath, the earth ghoul winks and gets down on his knees before Swiss.
At first he thinks heâs about to get a naughty early gift, but instead of pulling down his pants, Mountain pulls up the bottom of hisânot that long ago Omegaâsâsweater. Swiss looks down at him with his brows furrowed in confusion as his mate kisses his bump.
âMerry Christmas to you, too, little ones,â Mountain mumbles and Swiss tears up once again.
Taglist: @arkeusruin @skele-bunny @everybodyshusband @ratsummer @jazz-bazz @mac-and-thefox @karmicbias @wine-irytatus @ghoultrifle (if anyone from here wants to be removed lmk, and also if anyone else wants to be added)
#cw pregnancy#hypnone writes#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#swiss ghoul#mountain ghoul#swissalps#symbol on the surface
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steam doesn't let me link up with my account on my phone, so im having to start from scratch. i guess a good side to this is that i can play different stories on different accounts so i dont have to scramble to play every diamond rush
anyway here's vyxaria killing two people
#ama mumbles#ama plays romance club#i dont like being in main tags so block that tag if you dont want to see it!#also gave this story a second chance bc i like the writer despite me not rlly liking contemporary settings and its pretty fun!#love vyxaria she's so blunt#its definitely not a story forgiving to free to play players tho every mastery choice is behind diamonds#but wincy's work is always fun to read. i only kept episode on my phone as long as i did bc i wanted to read her stuff
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#mumbling in the tags#this is so silly. i dont car about n/x zero but now that i am going to a show of theirs and listening to the entire discography to get read#for that. suddenly I am having feelings#anyway#did you people who somewhat care know that they released a song 8 days ago?????? it even has a video#still don't really care about them tho#('nim if you don't care why are you goint to a show of theirs?' you see a friend of mine wanted to go and i like shows and the tickets#were cheap (it is. the ones my friend wanted))
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â TAGS â boxer!jk, heâs a fanboy, pouty jkkkkkk, ocâs a idol, sugar daddy elements, fluffy, rom-com vibess, jkâs secretly a little sub who loves praise, praise kinks, making love, jealous!jk, possessive!jk, rough sex, pussy-eating, unprotected sex, creampies, very light dirty talk, ocâs a tease, jk just loves oc, some violence (nothing serious jk punches a guy), ocâs a pillow princess, mainly dom!jk, subby!oc who is a menace, jk is super protective and a good bf, he beats someone up for you, tit play
â WORD COUNT â 14.6 k
Jeon Jungkook was many thingsâcharismatic, âlover boyâ, charmingâbut the biggest one of all: a pain in the ass (for Yoongi). Jungkook was the type of guy to do whatever he wanted WHEN he wanted.
The kid had a strong backbone, Yoongi will give him that but it was an absolute nightmare dealing with the press for someone like Jungkook. Yoongi can count on his fingers how many times Jungkookâs gotten into heat for his loud ass mouth. Sometimes not all publicity was necessary whether it was good or bad in Yoongiâs opinion (not that anyoneâs ever asked).
âWhere is he? That little shitââ Yoongi growls behind gritted teeth as he storms through the gym towards the private training room Jungkook usually practiced in.
He slams the door open and locks eyes with his target, âThere you areâ!â
Jungkook stops in his tracks and turns around in surprise, âHyung?â Heâs confused as fuck because heâs been behaving himself lately, sooo what did he do now? âYoongi hyungâow! What the hell was that for?â
âHow many times did I tell your ass to keep your little flings under the radar? I told you: if youâre gonna be fooling around with people do it on the down low but no, you just gotta fucking let the world know huh?â Yoongi seethes, literally trembling with rage from where Jungkook stands.
Jungkook makes a confused noise, âBut I didnâtââ
âThen, what. The. Fuck. Is this?â Yoongi slaps his phone in Jungkookâs face, on it thereâs some tweet with an article linked to it.
Jungkook squints his eyes mumbling under his breath as he reads the tweet out loud, â..Idol l/n y/n caught in a dating scandal with infamous boxer Jeon Jungkookâwhatâs the big deal though, everyone usually ignores these types of things.â
Yoongi looks like he wants to scream, âKid you realize youâre a celebrity right?â Nod. âOkay, and sheâs a celebrity too right?â Nod. âSo why in the FUCK wouldnât this be a big deal? I mean, itâs not like weâre not talking about the nationâs âsweetheartâ here, the countryâs fucking pride and joy.â He really needs a fucking smoke right now.
âHyung itâs just a fucking rumor she probably doesnât even care or know about it, I donât see why youâre stressing out. Not like I know her either,â Jungkook carelessly says as he throws a few punches at the bag, âyouâre gonna end up bald with how youâre stressing right now.â
Yoongi takes a deep breath, in, out, in, out. âBecause, idiot,â emphasis on the idiot, âthis shit is getting out of control, you have any idea how many fucking news outlets are talking about this? For fucks sake the entire country is in shambles cause their âpreciousâ y/n is supposedly dating some lowlife boxer, no biggie really itâs not like I havenât been getting threats either over this little stunt of yours.â He glares.
Jungkook lets out an exasperated sigh as he stops in his tracks, âHyung I didnât do anything, so fucking what if I posted a pic with my photocard, itâs MY photocard! Donât her fans do that shit too, so why is it a problem that I do it too?â
âBecause people think youâre dating now! They think youâre soft launching her or something!â Yoongi tugs at his hair, âYou realize if people find out you fucked with her just to get in her bed theyâre gonna lose it and not just on her but you mainly. You want a fucking witch hunt out for you? Because you know damn well they love her more than you.â
âOuch.â Jungkook grumbles petulantly.
âNo, ouch, use your fucking brain think about the damage youâll take all because you wanted to fuck their little princess.â Yoongi glares.
Jungkookâs almost offended that Yoongi would think of him like that. Sure he had his fair share of groupies and models but Jungkook wasnât a complete asshole about it! He had feelings too, heâs not sorry that he was fucking casually like any other normal person who was looking to unwind. It also isnât his fault that they labeled him a playboy.
In the eyes of the public Jungkook was a menace as there were rumors of him knocking models up and cheating on the girls heâs ever gotten spotted with. Everyday he woke up and there was something new that came out whether it was him âdatingâ or his flings coming out to talk about their one night stands.
Needless to say he didnât have the best public image.
âOkay let me stop you there, Iâm not after her for sex or anything. If you really want to know, I'm actually interested in her. I wanna get to know her some more and take things further yâknow?â He huffs and wipes the sweat off his brow with his shirt.
Yoongi scoffs, âYeah right, Iâll believe it when I see it.â As he finishes his sentence the door opens and Namjoon pops in with Seokjin, the two team members hauling in some duffle bags in tow.
âWhatâs going on? The hell Yoongi look so red for?â Namjoon huffs as he drops the bag gracelessly, âJungkook what did you do now?â He clicks his tongue in disappointment, tutting him like a misbehaved child.
Jungkookâs mouth drops open, this traitor! Heâs supposed to be on his side, not Yoongiâs. Seokjin interrupts with a loud cackle, âWhat didnât he do?â Another traitor! Jungkook canât believe this, his own hyungs against him.
âLong story short Romeo over here is in a dating scandalânot with just anybody though, fucking l/n y/n. Yâknow, the poster child.â Yoongi spits harshly, shooting Jungkook another pissy look while heâs at it.
Namjoonâs mouth drops open in shock, Seokjin actually looks pretty terrified too which is funny because if only he could see the face heâs making right now.
âNo way youâre insane for that, shit good luck with the press because they donât play about their little popstar.â Namjoon manages to utter once the shock passes.
Jungkook glares, âI didnât do anything! Theyâre mad Iâm showing off my photocard, I bet you that theyâre jealous because they donât have this one.â He huffs and thrusts his phone out to show them his phone case.
âWhat exactly did you do?â Seokjin laughs.
âNothing! I posted a mirror pic and I didnât expect a bunch of crazies to over analyze shit and spot the photocard. Not like itâs MY fault people make up narratives and shit.â Jungkook rolls his eyes and tucks his phone away safely in his pocket, âBut you know what, just wait and see.â
âWait and see what?â Namjoon snorts in amusement.
âHyung doesnât believe me but Iâm serious about her, Iâm gonna ask her out and from there maybe talk and get to know each other. One thing for sure sheâs gonna be my girl unless she slaps me in the face and tells me to leave her alone or somethin,â Jungkook grins as he elbows his still pissed off manager.
Seokjin looks at him with a shit-eating grin, âSure let me know how that ends up going for you.â
Jungkook purses his lips, âYouâll see..â
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They end up in Miami for a boxing match Jungkook has pending but his opponent ended up coming down with something so it got canceled. Now Jungkook has no clue what to do for an entire week and it doesnât help that heâs jet lagged, hungry, and tired. Not a good combination.
âDid they say when the match will be back on?â Jungkook mumbles boredly from his spot on the lounge chair in his hotel. Heâs slumped over scrolling down his phone looking at random shit on his feed.
âHard to tell Kook, apparently the guyâs really sick and can barely get outta bed or somethinâ. They said it was better to wait it out for a week and see what happens with him.â Yoongi sighs deeply, âFuck, just our luck too.â
Jungkook nods in agreement, âWhat do we do now hyung? Do we go back or..?â
Yoongi takes a seat on the opposite side of him with a shrug, âDunno, do whatever you want since the match is canceled. Me and Joon gotta stay back to talk with the event organizers and shit.â
He goes quiet for a few moments before sitting up, âOh wait thereâs an award show going on right now, they sent me an invite for you but I donât know if you wanna go or not.â
âAward show?â Jungkook makes a face but what other shit does he have to do? Itâs not like heâs got a match anymore anyways, maybe the after party will be cool or something. âI guess, why do they want me there?â
âAppearances for the pressâyou know, the usual.â Yoongi hums.
Jungkookâs lips are pursed as he looks around deep in thought. DOES he wanna go? Itâs not like this would be the first time theyâve asked him to make an appearance but Jungkook doesnât really like these types of things. Red carpets and interviews are so tedious and time consuming.
Waitâ
âHyung!â He suddenly gasps, âHoly shitâpass me my suit.â He says as he bolts away into the bathroom.
Yoongi looks at him in confusion, âWhat..kid what the hell are you on?â He snorts, âDonât tell me youâre excited to go to this thing.â Nonetheless he still takes out Jungkookâs suit for him and lays it on the bed.
âNo you donât understand,â Jungkook cuts off as he splashes his face with water, ây/n is probably gonna be there!â
ây/nâJungkook really?â Yoongi groans, âI thought you were playing around last time, I didnât think you were actually serious about it.â
Jungkook holds back his whine, âHyung you always think Iâm playing around, why isnât anyone taking me seriously about her! I swear I have good intentions.â
âI dunno, maybe cause you have a habit of sleeping with anything that walks and looks pretty to you. Or maybe the fact that youâve done this before. Should I remind you of that one model from Cancun?â Jungkook pouts, âOr the bartender chick from LA?â His pout deepens, âOr the girl from Paris?â
âOkay I get it!â Jungkook grumbles, âBut this time Iâm serious hyung, more than I ever been about someoneâespecially her.â He says with a sigh while changing out of his clothes and into the suit Yoongi laid out for him.
Yoongi sighs deeply, âLook all Iâm saying is to be careful how you go about this, itâs a lot at stake right now not just because of you being involved with her but the fact that the public has their opinions about you already as it is.â
Jungkook appreciates the sentiment but he doesnât need anyone to approve or disagree about his feelings. The public didnât deserve any explanations over what Jungkook chooses to do with his life, heâs here to fight and thatâs it. Not to be anyoneâs marionette or dress-up doll.
âI know hyung, thanks.â He smiles back and slips his blazer on, âIâll text you later on and tell you what happens.â Yoongi doesnât reply verbally rather with a low grunt, âSee ya.â Jungkook says with a final grin and heads out of the room down to the main lobby and into a car Yoongi had waiting for him.
On the way to the venue he checks out the award show on Instagram, he sees a lot of people he recognizes and a few new faces. His eyes scan over the page eagerly in hopes of seeing you on there. Are you performing tonight? Were you already there on the red carpet? Oh he bets you look absolutely divine tonight (you always do).
âYes!â He says a bit too loudly startling his driver in the process as he sheepishly apologizes.
Jungnkook finally comes across a post about you and he reads over the caption with an excited hum, biting his lip when he sees that you are performing after all. Heâs getting a mean adrenaline rush right now like the ones he usually gets before his matches. Just thinking about how heâs gonna get to meet you tonight is getting him all worked up. He wonders if youâll even give him the time of day.
Only one way to find out.
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âJeon over here!â
âJeon, look here!â
âJeon, is it true you and y/n are dating?â Jungkook makes a point to ignore this and act like he didnât hear it even though heâs screaming on the inside.
The red carpetâs full of singers and models, the fans are screaming and reporters keep getting in his damn way as he tries to make his way through the crowd. Of course he stops for a picture or two with a fan, poses for the paparazzi too but heâs not concerned with them right now. He knows he must look a little lost with the way he keeps looking around like heâs trying to find something (yeah, you).
Jungkook almost frowns like a child who didnât get their way once he sees youâre not anywhere in sight. You probably already headed inside which sucks cause he really wanted to see you beforehand since it was probably arranged seating in there. At this rate he wonât be able to even say hiâ
âOh shit, my bad.â Jungkook says when he bumps into someone behind him. He turns around to apologize properly when his heart fucking stops. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygodâitâs you.
You look up at him with those dreamy eyes of yours, face scrunched up cutely (your lips pouty) in confusion as you tilt your head up (UP!) to look at him, âUm, youâre stepping on my dress.â Even your voice is so prettyyy.
âSorry my fault,â Jungkook steps back and kneels down to fix the rumpled state he left it in, vaguely aware of the fast flashing (the paparazzi must be eating this up), âlemme make it up to you though.â He says once he comes back up.
You tilt your head, âAnd how would you do that?â
âIâll buy you a new dress.â Jungkookâs dead serious too, if you asked him to buy you a whole house heâd do it in a heartbeat. Take everything at this pointâhave it.
âAnd who said I want you to buy me things?â You muse softly.
Jungkook chuckles softly and leans down to talk in your ear because the crowdâs getting louder and itâs hard to talk to you, âDonât be like that, if you let me take you out Iâll show you all the things I can buy you.â He murmurs low, voice husky.
You tilt your head to look at him, eyes dropping down to his lips and then back up as a coy smile plays at your soft lips, âYouâre funny.â You pat his cheek with a soft manicured hand and walk away.
His heart nearly skips a damn beat when you do that. Oh he swears he can still feel your soft hand sliding over his cheek when you walked away from him like the little tease you were. He doesnât know how long he stands there until he gets moving, a stupid grin on his face the entire time as he replays the moment over and over again in his head.
Jungkookâs not gonna lie, this little cat and mouse game that just started has him eager for more. Heâs so getting your number by the end of the night, call him delusional but he swears youâre digging him too with the way you checked him out just now.
He spends the entire night throwing a few sneaky glances your way, hell when you got on stage to perform he nearly folded then and there. Everything about itâsultry gaze, soft husky voice, and sensual body rollsâwas perfect. Jungkook donât even care that people are watching him ogle you in 4K, he doesn't bother to hide the fact that he likes what heâs seeing right now.
To make things worse you pass by his seat and shoot him a dazzling little smile, waving your fingers coyly at him which makes the people go wild. Oh heâs in love. Jungkook makes a point in looking for you afterwards at the afterparty. Youâre changed out of your outfit from earlier, now in a pretty babydoll and your little Prada loafers.
When he makes eye contact you shoot him a smile, âThought Iâd wear something you canât step on again.â
Jungkook snorted softly, âI already told you, I dunno why youâre being stubborn, quit playing and let me take you out already.â He says smoothly and wraps his arm around your waist, surprised that you donât push him off or anything.
You look him up and down with a soft hum, âMmmm Iâm kinda in the mood for some paella.â
âThen letâs go.â Jungkookâs ready, he will literally drop everything to get you some paella.
âNot from here though, I hear itâs way better in Spain.â You wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him down so heâs eye level with you, âSo unless youâre willing to take me to Spain, Iâm not going anywhere.â
Jungkook licks his lips, âFuck it, letâs go.â He starts leading you away, peeping the way you look surprised, âWhat?â He laughs.
âYouâre serious, right now?â Once you recover from the initial shock you smile at him with a quiet giggle, âYouâre crazy.â
Oh he just adores that cute eye-smile of yours, âLetâs get you some paella yeah?â
Itâs a nine hour flight you both impulsively leave on with no bags, didnât even tell your managers, and only your phones and wallets. No one questions when Jeon Jungkook walks through first class hand in hand with you trailing close by, youâre even wearing his blazer over your shoulders because you complained about how chilly it was.
Jungkookâs smiling like an idiot the entire time heâs sitting with you in the first class cabin. You donât seem to mind how touchy he is so he keeps an arm over your shoulder so youâre pressed close to his side. He nearly screams when you lay your head on his shoulder and doze off into a peaceful slumber.
You left Miami around one in the morning and got to Madrid at nine with Jungkook booking you two a room at the infamous Four Seasons hotel. You knock out with him for a few more hours until youâre complaining about your paella.
âHurry up, I'm starving and you promised me my paella.â You grumble and poke at his face.
âYeah, yeah Iâm awake.â Jungkook murmurs calmly as he rolls out of the bed to make himself presentable.
Jungkook feels like heâs in a dream right now, god this better not be because the sight of you looking so happy in front of him while eating your beloved paella is one for the books. Your little brunch date turns into a shopping date because you complain you donât wanna be wearing clothes from yesterday since the two of you decided to stay in Spain for the weekend.
He has a goofy smile on his face as he swipes, taps, and inserts his black card at different stores you drag him to. He lets you spend his money how you want to, relishing in the way the BVLGARI store workerâs eyes nearly bulge out of their head when Jungkook pays for a forty-eight thousand wrist watch, all for you.
âDoesnât it look pretty?â You grin softly while holding your wrist out to him.
Jungkook gently takes your hand in his and admires the watch, âPerfect, really suits you.â He grins softly as he thanks the employees and heads out with you to another store to see what you find.
By the time Sunday comes Jungkookâs spent well over one-hundred grand on you but does he care? No, not really because he did say heâd show you all the things heâd buy you. Jungkook doesnât wanna go back to Miami but Yoongiâs bitching at him to go back because apparently his opponent got better and the match was back on and set for Tuesday the earliest.
âLet me make you mine already.â He finds himself mumbling low in your ear as he tugs you into a loose hug, not caring that you two were standing in the middle of the airport about to board different flights back (of course he pays for your first class ticket home).
You look up at him with coy eyes and a soft little smile on your glossy lips, god he just wants to kiss the fuck out of you but he doesnât because you havenât give him the okay for anything past non-sexual intimacy which heâs fine with because he does wanna take time to get to know you.
His breath hitches when your finger comes up to trace over his lips gently, âCute.â You donât say anything else and walk away after the intercom announces your flight. You leave him standing there in the middle of the airport, dreamier than ever but sadly itâs cut short by his phone ringing.
âWhere the hell are you?â Yoongi growls.
âCalm down hyung, Iâm boarding in a few minutes.â Jungkook sighs as he rolls his eyes, âI got so much shit to tell you.â He smirks to himself and begins walking.
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Sometime into the next week when Jungkook lands back in Korea he asks for your number through Instagram. Heâs kinda surprised you gave it to him instead of dodging him like before, nonetheless heâs happy and giddy about it. He quite literally looks like a schoolgirl kicking her feet in bed texting her crush, thatâs how he feels like right now.
Youâre a quick texter which he likes and you donât seem to mind him spamming so thatâs even better. Jungkook spends his week giggling over dumb shit (itâs not) you say which has Seokjin making fun of him for it, which speaking of them they still couldnât believe Jungkook pulled you.
âNo way let me see.â Seokjin had demanded, âYouâre lying, she would never, she looks like she has standards.â Jungkook canât tell if heâs jealous or something, maybe heâs a secret stan too who knows.
Jungkook long established he was down bad for you ages ago but this just took the cake, a whole new level of simping. It starts when Jungkook decides to post a training video of him boxing/training, he goes viral and trends for a week because in the background heâs playing one of your songs. Heâs got a shit ton of people calling him a âgirly popâ or âcunty boxerâ but most tell him he knows whatâs up.
He doesnât know but by him doing that it opens a new door to your developing relationship because you start asking him to do things for you. It starts with you telling him to change his profile picture with a pic from your latest comeback (he gets made fun of by your fans but he doesnât care).
Then you make him tweet: âstream y/n for clear skinâ while promoting your music video through him (again heâs a laughing stock). The nail in the coffin is when you prettily request him to wear a shirt from your merch collection after one of his boxing matches.
âOh my god.â Yoongi says with his mouth dropped open in shock as Jungkook steps out of the backroom wearing a baby pink t-shirt with your face all over it, the cameras flash like crazy and reporters yell out a slew of different questions.
Jungkook runs around carefree in his little pink shirt posing for the cameras and grinning like an idiot because he knows youâre probably at home watching this. Yoongi asks him why he does these things and Jungkook just shrugs, he likes the praise you give him for doing everything you ask him to. He knows itâs light-hearted fun and youâd never do anything to humiliate him intentionally, if youâre happy then thatâs all that matters.
jk: did u see me tonight?
y/n <3: yess lol canât believe you actually did itttt
you looked super cute too, you should wear more shirts with my face on them.
jk: mayyybeeee you can come to one of my matches? donât u think i earned it?
y/n <3: when is it?
Jungkook damn nearly yells out in excitement, heâs literally shaking as he types out a fast response like youâre about to change your mind or something. He sends you the time and day for it, promising front row seats so youâll have a good view as he kicks this guyâs ass. You have him cheesing when you say this is going to be your first boxing match too, heâs so excited now.
âCalm down kid youâre gonna give me a headache with all that tapping.â Yoongi grunts as he slaps his hand against Jungkookâs knee, âI donât know why youâre nervous, she already told you sheâs here.â
âBecause hyung! This is a big deal to me, sheâs here at one of my matches and sheâs gonna get a front row view of the fight. Now I have to win this, I have to make it worth her time.â Jungkook grumbles with a pout.
Somewhere off to the side he hears Namjoon snort at him, âSheâs really got you wrapped around her finger donât she?â He says while hauling in a cooler with water bottles.
Jungkook doesnât even refute that statement, he barely bothers to acknowledge him because heâs reading over the texts youâre sending him. âHyung she said yes to coming to the after party!â He grins cheerfully.
âGood now get your head out of your ass and focus on what Iâm about to say. You have less than five minutes before youâre up in that ring and I need your head in the game.â Yoongi says sternly as he plucks Jungkookâs phone out of his hand, âYou remember what I said about pacing yourself?â
Jungkook sits there listening as Yoongi goes into trainer mode, he knows his hyung means no harm and just wants him to win this so Jungkook canât really be mad at him. He must have zoned out because Yoongi brings him back with a sharp smack to his arm, âAre you listening to me?â
âYeah,â Jungkook smiles as he stands up, âletâs do this.â
âGet out there and make me proud.â
The entire atmosphere outside has Jungkookâs adrenaline kicking in already. He hears the crowd chanting his name, the loud booming music, and the chatter from the on-goers. He mentally psyches himself, lightly bouncing on his feet as he closes his eyes and mumbles a small prayer. Once he hears his name echo loudly and the screams he steps out with his gloves in the air.
This is what he lives forâthe crowds, the music, and the atmosphere. He looks around the arena with a grin as they chant his name over and over again, stopping here and there to pose with fans. Jungkookâs not entirely focused on them though, his eyes wander through the front row looking for you and when his gaze finally lands on you he canât help the big smile he sports.
You look so pretty with your MIUMIU glasses over your head. Youâve got on a plain baby white tee under your black leather jacket, some low rise jeans and your loafers. Right now youâre the center of attention in your section with people taking pics of you from every direction and some asking for an autograph. You even brought your little friend (Jeon Soyeon?) along.
As he passes by Jungkook shoots you a wink to which you wave back with a flirty little smile. He doesnât miss the way your eyes skim over his bare chest and the desire begins fueling him with more determination to win. Sure he likes winning because who doesnât? But now he has more reason to win, he has to impress his future girl.
Jungkook gets pulled up on stage with his heart drumming against his ribcage, heâs so ready for this. The ref calls out both of them and soon enough after slipping his mouth guard and gloves on he rises to his feet and stalks forward slowly with a glint in his eye.
âI want a clean fight okay,â the ref says to both as Jungkook nods, âalright, to your corners.â He sends them both away, the announcer saying some shit Jungkook doesnât really concern himself with.
Jungkook makes eye contact with you one last time, the two of you mutually nodding before the sound of a bell has Jungkook immediately shifting his focus. Heâs light on his feet and takes his time watching with diligent eyes as his opponent circles around him, waiting to get the hit on him but Jungkookâs faster.
The guy swings but Jungkook easily dodges, another swing and Jungkook manages to catch him off guard with a sucker punch to the jaw sending the guy reeling backwards. Jungkook feels like he had enough time to warm-up, he doesnât play around anymore and launches himself towards his opponent with determination.
Punch after punch and round after round ends with Jungkook delivering one final blow, easily sealing this poor guyâs fate as the guy just lets go and falls to the ground. The referee jumps in, counting down from ten as Jungkook watches with anticipation and adrenaline, ready to go again if this guy gets up. He sees Yoongi sitting with clenched fists and a hopeful look in his eye, and then he sees you.
Youâre looking at Jungkook with worry, eyebrows furrowed and doe eyes filled with concern. He manages a bloody smile despite the fucking world of pain heâs in right now (heâs not looking forward to the ice bath after this). He swears the world around him blurs until he finally hears the bell and the announcerâs voice echoing through the arena.
âKnockout!â
Jungkook sags in relief as he hears cheers and yells all around. The paparazzi flash him with their cameras as the crowd loses it, Jungkook turns in time to see Yoongi crawling into the ring and bringing him in for a tight hug, âYou fuckinâ did it kid,â he laughs in disbelief as he has Jungkook spit his bloody mouthguard out.
âFuck hyung, water.â Jungkook rasps out as Yoongi yells for Namjoon to come over.
âYou good?â Yoongi asks, âLook at me kid, you okay?â He pats his cheek as Jungkook nods tiredly given that the adrenaline rush was now gone, leaving him bruised and exhausted.
Namjoon comes over with water as Jungkook takes sips, spitting it out into a bucket Yoongi holds out for him to rinse his mouth out. The referee comes over to announce Jungkook as the winner as he stands there barely holding on from pain. He makes eye contact with you again, smiling through the exhaustion despite feeling pretty shitty right now. He slowly makes his way over as you simultaneously rise from your chair to meet him halfway.
âSo, what do you think?â Jungkook smirks as he crouches down and hops out of the ring.
You pout cutely with a frown, âYouâre hurt.â You softly murmur as your delicate hand comes up to cup his face, âIâm happy for you though, you did really amazing.â You smile.
Jungkook feels his heart swell with happiness hearing that, he goes to wrap his arm around your shoulder but stops in pain. He forgot about this part as a low groan slips from his lips, âShit he got me pretty good.â
âDonât overexert yourself,â you help him wrap an arm around you, âgotta be careful, you took some pretty hard hits in there.â
Jungkook laughs tiredly as he lays his head on top of yours while you walk together to the back, âShoulda seen the other guy.â He says low, ignoring the pointed glare you shoot at him, âYeah, yeah, Iâm just messing with you.â
You grumble something under your breath but he doesnât catch it, heâs riding off on the high from winning and being so close to you. He likes this and wouldnât mind having you in his life more after this as heâs long made peace with the idea of you being in his future. All he can think about at this moment is you, you, you.
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âSay you can't sleep, baby, I know that's that me, espresso,â
Jungkookâs laughing and talking with his friends, heâs got you wrapped up in his arms pressed against his chest as he nurses a whiskey in his other hand. You play with one of his necklaces and tune out his conversation which he doesnât notice until he turns to you and sees how sad you look, âWhatâs wrong?â
You look up at him and shake your head, âJust thinking.â
âAbout?â He gently prods, shifting his entire attention to you.
âYou didnât look so good earlier..how do you do it? I mean, I get you trained for this but I dunno, kinda scared me seeing you all beat up.â You softly murmur, âItâs just a thought of mine, I donât mean to offend you or anything.â
Jungkook softens at that, he thinks itâs adorable youâre worrying about him like that. Almost feels like.. âLetâs dance?â He asks when a favorite song of his comes on, âCâmon, itâll take your mind off things.â He grins.
You smile at him softly and follow him to the dancefloor, wrapping your arms around his neck as he holds you by the hips with gentle hands. He hums along to the song playing in the background with his dark eyes trained on yours. You look so beautiful under the dark lights and he canât help but lean in.
âYouâre super pretty yâknow that?â Jungkook softly hums as he presses his forehead against yours.
You softly laugh, âTell me something I donât know.â
âMmm did I mention I really like your lips?â His lip curls in a smirk, âLove how soft and plump they look, âspecially when you wear lip gloss..â He slowly trails off as his lips hover over your own, âCan I kiss you?â
The way your eyes light up, crinkling with joy as you eagerly nod. Jungkook presses his lips to yours in a gentle manner, itâs sweet and slow, just like how he likes it. Your arms tighten around his neck and you tug him further down until he's towering over your figure, blocking you from everyoneâs view.
Feels like everythingâs complete now and Jungkookâs never felt happier than ever.
He slowly pulls off from the kiss as he stares down at you suddenly feeling shy, âCan I, um, maybe drive you home? Just to make sure you get home safe ân stuff. You donât have to if you donât want to, just thought Iâd ask.â
âYeah, Iâd like that.â You gently reply.
A slow smile spreads over his lips and he nods, âLetâs go then.â He guides you out of the party and into his sleek black car thatâs parked out in the front.
The car rideâs quiet and peaceful, he has the windows rolled down as the fresh breeze brushes over the two of you. Jungkook wishes the car ride lasted a little longer but itâs late (two in the morning actually) and he knows youâre tired. He makes a mental note to take you out on a drive next time you guys meet up.
âWeâre here baby.â He murmurs softly, gently waking you from your sleep.
âHm?â You sleepily blink and look around, âDamn, Iâm more tired than I thought.â You smile tiredly while stretching your arms out.
Jungkook chuckles, âDonât worry I got you.â He steps out and rounds the car, opening your door for you and helping you out, âWant me to carry you?â He teases.
You shoot him a sleepy pout and shake your head, âIâm good, maybe next time though.â You breathily chuckle.
âThereâs a next time?â He teases.
You toss him a knowing look, stopping in front of the building door, âGood night, or morning I dunno Iâm tired.â You spin around and lean over to smooch his cheek gently, âIâll see you tomorrow.â You softly murmur.
Jungkookâs completely entranced by you as he nods slowly, âNight.â
âMorning.â You teasingly correct him as you make your way inside.
Jungkook doesnât leave until he sees you hop into the elevator, and even then you still wave at him before disappearing inside. Once youâre gone Jungkook lets out a deep sigh as he leans back on his car, what a night.
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A few weeks pass and itâs nothing but bliss for Jungkook. Seeing that he has no matches lined up or anything he decides to hang out with you nearly everyday whether it be you and him going out for ice cream dates or Jungkook just taking you out for evening drives out of the city.
Heâs on cloud nine right nowâheâs got the girl of his dreams, his payout from the last match was pretty big, and everythingâs going right for him. Sure you havenât sat down to actually clarify what you two are but Jungkook knows you feel the same way about him. Maybe it isnât such a bad thing with the way things are right now, the youâre mine and Iâm yours is left unsaid but itâs there.
Youâve both been hard launching each other on your socials for the past few weeks anyways. By now people knew there was something up with you and him, given that Jungkook wasnât exactly discreet when he posted on his stories with you in them. Jungkook knows youâve been doing the same thing too so by now the media kinda labeled the relationship.
Will he say anything? Probably not. Does he care? Nope. He didnât owe anyone an explanation, he just wanted to be able to date you in peace.
Sometime in the week though you send him a message asking him if he wants to come with you as your plus one to some award show taking place in Hong Kong. He says yes of course duh, why the hell would he say otherwise?
He posts a pic with you in the private plane before calling it quits and ignoring his mentions/comments for the rest of the day. Todayâs your big day and while youâre not performing he wants to put his entire focus into being there for you.
âHow do I look?â He hears you say as heâs getting ready.
Youâre dressed to the nines styled in vintage Chanel and Jungkook had a suit tailored to match your aesthetic for the evening. He knows you both are gonna look so good tonight, no doubt youâll blow anyone away with your unwavering beauty too. âYou look amazing.â He says as he stands behind you.
Your eyes flick up in amusement, âThatâs all?â
Jungkook lays his chin over your shoulder and grins softly, âBreathtaking, beautiful, ethereal, stunningââ You cut him off with an embarrassed laugh as you swat at his hands.
âOkay, okay, I get it.â You turn around and play with the buttons to his shirt, âYou look really good too.â
âThatâs all?â He grins back.
âDonât push it, you make the compliments here.â You smirk and lay a sweet kiss over his lips, to which he happily and eagerly reciprocates.
He might have gotten a little carried away with it because heâs pushing you against the sink counter and kissing you stupid like heâs been doing these days. A soft muffled groan leaves him as he circles his hands over your hips and uses his grip to pull you into him until your lower pelvis is pressing against his own, dangerously close to his friend down there.
âJungkookââ You sigh, âWeâre gonna be late.â You say in-between his eager kisses.
âDonât care, let me kiss you stupid.â Jungkook replies as he closes the distance between you two again, moving his lips passionately against yours.
You let out a sweet little moan as your fingers card through his hair, he doesnât even care if you mess it up either. Looks are superficial and at the end of the day regardless of how people see him theyâll never know him or you and Jungkookâs okay with that.
Suddenly the sound of a knock interrupts the two of you and you pull away with a breathless sigh, âYeah?â You call out.
âThe carâs here and trafficâs looking pretty bad so it might be good if we leave right now. We got thirty minutes to get there since the red carpetâs already started.â Your manager says through the door.
You look at Jungkook with a soft smile as you lean up to smooch his lips, âWeâll meet you down there.â
No one expects you to come out hand in hand with Jungkook and he relishes in their shocked faces/reactions. He likes the thrill and canât help but pull you closer by the waist with his arm tucked tightly around you. They yell and beg for pictures as you walk on by with him, ignoring their weird comments or stupid questions with no meaning.
âYou wanna head inside baby?â He leans down to whisper in your ear after a few rounds of interviews and photos with the paps.
âYeah Iâm getting bored.â You hide your shoulder in his shoulder and follow as he guides you towards the venue with a hand splayed protectively over the small of your back.
He can tell youâre nervous about tonight with the way you sit with your hand tightly wrapped in his. Youâre currently nominated for two major categories with one of them being album of the year. Heâd be shitting himself too if he was going up against other talented singers. Youâre gonna win though, you have to and if you donât heâll fight them to recount the votes.
âEasy baby,â he whispers low, âyou got this okay?â
âI know but what if I lose?â You purse your lips, âI did really well this year so Iâm hoping maybe that I do win.â Jungkook doesnât like how sad and worried you look right now.
âIf you donât win Iâll buy the fucking thing.â Jungkook snorts, âNo one had the highest record sales and streams like you did baby, you basically have this in the bag and everyone knows it.â
You huff out a laugh and look at him in disbelief, âJungkook you can buy me all the things you want but youâre not buying me an award. Donât be ludicrous.â
He shrugs carelessly, âI wonât if they just give it to you.â He says seriously as he leans over to kiss your cheek, âI believe in you no matter what.â You look at him with a precious smile and turn your attention back to the show.
Performance after performance passes until soon theyâre announcing the winner for album of the year. You didnât win the other category but Jungkook knows for sure youâll win the next one. He can feel you nervously bouncing your knee and gripping his hand extra tight while the presenter takes their sweet time opening the envelope.
âAnd the award goes to,â pause, ây/n!â The crowd erupts into loud screams and cheers, hell Jungkook yells out as he looks at you with glee and helps you stand up.
âYou won baby!â Jungkook hugs you tightly as he sways side to side, âSo fuckinâ proud of you.â
You happily laugh and bury your face in his neck, âI was so scared, oh my god.â You accept his hand as he helps you step up on stage so you could get your award. He stands back filled with pride as he watches you stride with confidence towards the main stage, walking past all these other people he could care less about.
After the show Jungkookâs surprised you choose to go back to the hotel instead of the afterparty some other singer invites you guys to. He doesnât protest because heâs been dying to get away from all these people all night (you reprimanded him for suggesting that you guys leave right after you get your win). He walks hand in hand with you, smug as fuck because his girl bagged album of the year, just like he knew you would.
âSmile,â Jungkook holds his phone up, the flash going off as he hears you complain about not being ready, âyou look fine, I donât know what youâre talking about.â He snorts and shows you the picture he took.
You shoot him a pouty frown and take his phone, âDelete it I look bad,â you huff, âyou better take a better one.â
âWhatever you say princess.â Jungkook takes a series of photos for your Instagram and his, you look so pretty in each one he takes, itâs disgusting how much heâs obsessing over them, âDamn you look sexy.â
âI always do, thank you very much.â You huff and sit back in your seat, enjoying the rest of the ride back.
Jungkookâs immediately on you when the two of you get to the hotel. Heâs been wanting to pick up where you two left off earlier before your manager interrupted. If it was up to him you two wouldnât have even gone to the damn show, heâs been dying to get you out of the dress the minute he saw you in it.
âJungkook waitâmmph,â youâre cut off as he slips his lips over yours, his hands coming up to cup your face as he swallows your lips in a passionate-hungry kiss.
âCanât,â Jungkook whispers, âbeen waiting all night baby.â He reaches behind you to push the door open, kicking it open all the way as he tugs you close and walks you backwards into the room.
âMoment I laid eyes on you I was gone, knew I had to have you.â Jungkook whispers as he leans down to bury his face in your shoulder and neck leaving a flurry of hot kisses all over, âWanted to rip this shit off you.â He growls softly.
You whined in protest, body falling backwards when the back of your knees hit the lush bed, âNot my dressââ
âIâll buy anotherâhundreds baby, donât you know who your man is?â Jungkook smirks as he climbs over you, âCan I take it off you baby?â He knows heâs being a bit too eager right now, so naturally he wants to make sure youâre both on the same page.
âYeah.â You softly breathe out, âI want you to take it off,â you trail off looking at him with those siren eyes, âmake me yours.â You say as you let the strap of the dress slip off your shoulder invitingly.
Jungkook swallows hard, hands itching and trembling with excitement as he reaches up to pull the other strap, âYou already are.â He muses.
âAll the way,â you intertwine your hand with his with a precious little smile on your face, âwant everyone to know who my man is.â
Fuck. Jungkook bites down on his lip and nods, âYou want them to see my marks, want everyone to know whoâs fucking you good?â He purrs and leans down to hover over you, lips against lips.
You nod with a cute âmmhmâ, âI want it all, you promised youâd give it to me.â You softly pout, âOr was that a lie?â
âFuck no, take it baby, âs all yours.â Jungkook hurriedly unbuttons his dress shirt, hastily throwing his belt off and peeling his slacks off, âGonna give you exactly what you need till you canât take it.â He says as he reaches for the zipper to the dress.
He all but rips the thing off of you and tosses it to the corner of the room (mind you itâs worth over twenty thousand). Itâs the first time seeing you like this under him and he wants to make it special for you, a night youâll never forget.
âFuck, youâre beautiful baby.â He comments as he leans down to leave a trail of kisses along your chest and tummy,slowly slipping down the bed as he inches towards your panty covered pussy.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve been dreaming of this, been thinking about all the ways I could have you,â he whispers and lays a kiss over your damp folds, âI didnât know if I wanted to lay you on my bed or bend you over the carâyou make it so hard to control myself, you have no idea.â
He sees the little tremor that passes over you when he says this. Your eyes are filled with want and need but like the stubborn little thing you are, you donât say anything. Jungkook canât have that either, he wantsâno needsâto hear your sweet little voice beg for him.
âWhatâs the matter baby? You need something?â Jungkook softly croons as he peppers soft kisses against your inner thighs.
You bite on your lip and nod, âNeed you.â
âBut you already have me?â He grins, he can see the frustration bubbling up on your face.
âHere,â you softly breathe and reach down to tug your panties upwards, the material digs into your cunt giving him a perfect outline of it, âwonât you give it to me?â Your voice pulls him in like a siren singing to a sailor, heâs so entranced by it he almost feels like heâs gonna drool right now.
Jungkook wastes no time in yanking the damp materials down your thighs, not bothering to slide them completely off as he lifts your legs up. Theyâre pressed together with your soft pussy lips pressed together for him, tempting him with a glob of shiny slick running down your soft asscheeks.
âFuck,â Jungkook growls as he leans in to smother his face with your cunt, tongue slipping through your drenched dewy folds to lap up the globs of slick.
You kick your feet in the air with a tiny whine, hips wiggling in an attempt to get him on your clit. He laps at you messily, circling the tip of his tongue over your throbbing bud thatâs squished between your folds. The moan you let out sends shivers down his spine and heâs eager to hear more.
âSo fucking good,â he pants, âjusâ like I imagined pretty baby.â He slurs out, pussy drunk already.
He can feel you reaching down to tug your panties all the way off but he canât be bothered with stopping, not when your cuntâs gushing for him. Jungkook licks with vigor, swiping over and over against your tender clit. Your cunt opens up beautifully with a low squelch and your thighs begin trembling under his strong hold.
It gets harder with each passing second to contain himself, his cock feels like itâs literally about to burst. He pulls away from you and lets your shaky legs fall back as he tears your panties off completely.
âGonna fuck you so good baby,â he climbs over you and reaches down to pull his heavy cock out, âcanât wait anymore.â
Your legs easily fall apart for him and make room as he shuffles closer between them. Jungkook sees the way your eyes go dark when they land below between his legs where his cock hangs heavy, swollen at the tip with beady trails of precum oozing from the head. You lick your lips and reach down to grip him in your soft hand, tentatively squeezing and stroking as if you were feeling him up.
âLike it baby? Gonna have my fat cock fill this little pussy up?â Jungkook has a sleazy grin splayed over his lips as he watches you, âHm?â
âYeah, âm not gonna let you cum anywhere but inside,â you deviously smile back like the nasty little minx you are, âtill itâs dripping.â
He groans at the thought of that and kicks his hips forward, âLemme in baby,â he slurs out, âslip it right in for me, there you go.â He purrs when he feels the head slide over your messy pussy, smearing your slick and his precum all over your cunt before youâre guiding him towards your winking sopping hole.
You bite down on your lip when the tip catches against your rim, it pops inside feeling you inch for inch slowlyâcockhead spreading you open until heâs fully seated in your tight cunt. He canât help but bite his lip with the way youâre squeezing him so tightâso snug and warm.
âSo nice ân warm for me,â he hoarsely says as he rubs his hands along your sides, gently squeezing at your hips as he pulls you closer until your pelvis is smacked tight against his own.
You let out the most sinful fucking moan ever when his cock slides deeper. Back arching and toes curlingâhe just loves how beautiful you look spread out under him with your pretty pussy snug against his cock. You release a stuttered moan as you reach for his hands and squeeze tightly.
âHurts a little,â you say through gritted teeth, âwhy the fuck are you so fucking big?â
Jungkook nearly laughs at that because he doesnât think heâs ever heard that many curse words leave your mouth before. âYou want me to pull out?â
âNo donât you dare,â you glare, âtook me a minute to get this thing in and you want me to do it all over again?â
Jungkook looks back down with a low whistle, âLittle pussy looks like itâs struggling to keep me all in baby, you sure you can handle it?â He teases as he reaches down to flick his thumb over your swollen clit.
Your hips jump and you whine out for him, âStop playing around Jungkook,â you turn to hide your face in the soft sheets, âyou know I can.â You mumble softly, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
Jungkook bites down on his lip and rolls his hips slowly, âI know, you were made for this dick.â He smirks and lazily flicks his thumb pairing it with his slow but deep thrusts.
Your moans come out soft and breathy, everytime he backstrokes thereâs a light sheen of slick covering his cock from the base near his pelvis. Your cunt makes these adorable little squelching noises as he pushes back in, balls lightly pressing against your taint when he buries himself back in. Occasionally he stops for a few seconds before he resumes his lazy pace.
He never imagined itâd feel this good with you, something about the way your little pussy refuses to let go for even a momentâsqueezing him so tight itâs almost impossible to move. His own noises come out soft and husky, he canât help the moans and soft sighs he lets out from the hot pleasure coiling in his stomach.
âBaby,â he gasps as he leans forward to hover over you with hands on either side of you, âthis good?â He asks as he steadily increases the pace in his thrusts, hips smacking wetly against your ass and balls swinging now.
You nod eagerly, âMore than goodâmm, jusâ like that,â you sound blissed out, gaze half-lidded and dreamy as you stare up at him with those pretty eyes of yours.
âLike that?â He groans, âOr like this?â Suddenly Jungkook snaps his hips up, a loud smack filling the room alongside a warbled cry of his name, âOh you like that, donât you? Baby likes it rough?â He purrs.
The slideâs fucking nasty with a mix of precum and your slick, he feels it slide down your taint where his balls slap repeatedly. The noise is filthy and sends pleasant tremors down his spine, âOh, fuck,â he groans softly, âdoing so good for me.â
Jungkook begins moving earnestly now, slamming his cock in and out of your bruised and battered cunt. Slick spills everywhereâthe sheets, your inner thighs, his pelvisâitâs like music to his fucking ears right now. He canât resist and leans down to smother your lips with his, swallowing every little cry and moan you let out.
Your arms come up to wrap around his neck as you hold on tightly, he reaches down to wrap a leg around his waist as he manages to slide in deeper with the tip brushing over your g-spot. You let out a loud cry into his mouth and bury your fingers in his hair, your thigh starts trembling again only this time more intense than before.
âYou gonna cum for me baby?â He pulls away with a moan, âCâmon, be a good girl and make it messy.â He purrs against your lips while watching your expressions closely.
You stare into his eyes with unshed tears as more whimpers and whines escape, âSo close,â you manage to wrap another shaky leg around him, âplease, please, âm so close.â You whine out as your legs cross behind him on his back.
Jungkook doesnât wanna disappoint or hold out any longer as he manages to stick a hand down between you to roll your clit between his fingers, âCum for me, give it to me baby.â He growls softly as he plows into your tender and sore cunt.
The squelching gets louder and your moans turn into weak whimpers as you lie there and take it. His cock stirs at the sight of you nearing your end, he decides to give you a little extra push as he meanly pinches your clit. This causes you to cry out and go stiff under him, body shaking like a leaf as you gush around his cock.
âJungkook,â you gasp repeatedly as your eyes flutter shut, face pinched in pleasure and overstimulation, âso good.â You slur out.
Jungkook lets your tender clit go and focuses on his own pleasure now that heâs got your orgasm out of the way. He grunts quietly and buries his face against your soft tits, mouthing at your sore stiff nipples. You squeeze around him tighter and tighter until the coil in his stomach snaps and he lets out a long moan of your name.
âFuck..â Jungkook whispers breathlessly as he presses your pelvises close together, burying his cock balls deep till every last dropâs inside your battered pussy.
You moan quietly and let your legs fall from his hips, limbs feeling like jelly as you lay there panting softly. Jungkook rests his forehead against your tit and sighs deeply, âAre you okay love?â He asks softly.
âYeah, jusâ really tired.â You whisper hoarsely and close your eyes, âFuck, no offense but I feel really gross right now. Start a bath for me, pretty please?â You softly ask with a lip jutted out in a pout.
Jungkook of course canât say no, âCourse,â he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and lifts himself off of you, âIâll be back.â
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Your companyâs the first to make a statement confirming what everybody already knew, and then Yoongi followed shortly after. If Jungkook had thought it was bad before, people went ape shit now that itâs been officially confirmed by you two.
Before, they put all the heat on Jungkook because it was easier to blame him for it given the publicâs opinion about him. It was easier to blame him because why not? He was some low-life boxer in their eyes. But then the attention shifted and people started targeting their hate towards you which pissed Jungkook off to no end.
Why the fuck was everyone so invested in what you did and didnât do? Why was it that they felt entitled to dictate who you date and donât date? Jungkook really needed these people to get jobs or mind their business because clearly they had no life outside of hating on a stranger for finding their own happiness.
He saw those vicious comments people left all over your posts and he fucking hated that he couldnât do shit to stop them from coming back, pissed him off even more because his girlfriend didnât deserve this. You deserved the world and more, not this shit.
So, Jungkook did the next best thing he could think of. He started taking names and screenshotting profiles before turning them over to a attorney he hired, if he couldnât beat these stupid fuckers himself heâd let them have it with his private team. He made headlines after people started noticing that he was suing the people opening their big ass mouths.
âBaby, itâs okay really.â You softly complain, âYou donât have to waste your time with these weird people, Iâm sure theyâll get over themselves if we ignore them.â
Jungkook shakes his head, âNo, Iâm sorry baby but I canât sit there and watch these fuckers call you degrading names and demand shit like they know youâseriously who the fuck do these people think they are?â He growls under his breath as he paces back and forth, âAnd thatâs not even the gist of it, these idiots are lucky I donât catch them out in public because Iâll beat the fuck out of them.â
Out of the corner of his eye he sees you curl up on the sofa with a sad smile, âI know, but you canât go around beating up millions of people for leaving a hate comment. Itâs normal, this happens all the time I learned to live with it.â Youâre trying to sound sure of yourself but he doesnât buy it.
âBaby look at me.â He comes over and kneels down in front of you, âThis shit is not normal nor is it ever okay, fuck them for making you feel like this. I hate seeing you look so dejected reading all those hateful comments,â he takes your hands in his and kisses them, âjust lemme take care of it. Please?â
You look conflicted like youâre not sure if you should say yes but with a little more coaxing you finally sigh, âFineee, just donât do anything crazy. I donât need my boyfriend in jail, thank you very much.â
Jungkook cracks a smile and buries his face in your lap with a happy sigh, âI promise baby, if I go to jail, who else is gonna cook you fried rice at three in the morning? Who else is gonna give you their black card?â He teases.
âYeah, yeah now come here.â You open your arms for him, âYou know I only need you and thatâs all.â
Jungkook kisses that soft pout off your face as he nods, âI know you do baby, didnât think otherwise.â He grins and lays his head on your chest with closed eyes.
The two of you sit there in silence together with the TV playing low in the background. Jungkook for the most part behaves himself despite being so close to your soft tits that are poorly hidden under your camisole. He can literally dip his head in there and get a sneak peek, maybe even a mouthful of tittiesâ
âJungkook, really?â You sigh, âYouâre such a pervert.â
âYou like it,â Jungkook winks as he mouths at your tit through your little camisole, âcan I?â He knows you canât resist and judging by the way your thighs press together, âPretty pleaseee baby?â He gives you the best puppy eyes he can muster, all a man wants is some titty loving, thatâs all.
You donât even finish saying yes before heâs diving in and tugging your camisole down so that your tits spill out and into his face. His eyes light up and he immediately wraps his lips around a nipple, suckling gently as he laves his tongue over the stiff bud in his mouth. You quietly sigh and sink into the sofa with him following as he rolls his tongue over your nipple and flicks it repeatedly.
âYouâre such a baby you know that?â You murmur, âBut youâre my handsome bun,â the nickname has him perking up, âmy strong, big, handsome bun.â You coo softly while stroking his hair slowly.
Jungkookâs eyes flutter shut as he sinks into the warm feeling, his sucking slows down until heâs barely moving his tongue anymore and simply suckling on your teat. âYou like hearing how strong you are donât you babyâlove knowing you can easily beat someoneâs ass for me?â
He nods pathetically with a low groan, âOf course you do,â you softly coo, âitâs why I picked you, knew youâd be able to take care of me the way I deserve.â You scratch his scalp lightly, moaning softly when he makes another noise, âTreat me so good like the princess I am.â
That he does. Jungkook is in heaven right now, he feels like he can just pass out right here and now with a titty in his mouth. He canât help but shudder as he slips into a dream-like state, âGo ahead baby, just rest yeah? I got you.â You softly say while cradling his head and going lax under him, âTake what you need.â
And he does. He ends up falling asleep, one of the best fucking naps ever with your tit still in his mouth even when he wakes up. He so needs to do this another time, shitâs relaxing and a good stress reliever. Jungkook doesnât think youâll have any complaints either.
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Itâs a busy week for Jungkook because he has a match coming up in a few weeks and Yoongi has him completely locking in at the gym for training. You donât mind it and being the best girlfriend you are you come as support during his sessions. You also confirmed his suspicions that Seokjin was a secret stan because his hyung fanboys out when he meets you.
âHyung stop it.â Jungkook glares, âLeave her alone before I punch you.â
Seokjin scoffs, âNo way, I get to meet my idol and you wanna ruin it for me? Whereâs my respect, you brat.â This guyâneedless to say Jungkookâs shooting daggers at his hyung the entire time heâs there.
The real challenge comes during the press conference/weigh-in Jungkook goes to like he always does. It starts off normal, the guy doesnât trash talk and Jungkookâs not one for it either unless the fighterâs cocky then yeah heâll put them in their place but this guyâs alright which he appreciates. Itâs the fucking reporters that get Jungkook heated sometimes.
âJeon, how do you feel about this upcoming match? Any thoughts on your opponent?â One asks with his recorder held out.
âIâm excited like always, I know potential when I see it so Iâm hoping to have a great match with my opponent. He looks like he can give me a run for my money.â He laughs softly into the mic.
Another reporter asks something but itâs directed at his opponent so Jungkook just nods off listening to the two. Out of the corner of his eye he sees someone laughing when he looks at him, and at first he doesnât pay attention and just keeps his focus on the reporters. But then this guy comes to the front and Jungkook just knows heâs about to hear the stupidest shit in his life.
âJeon, so how are you and your girl doing? Heard the news and wanted to congratulate you.â He says with this sleazy grin.
It rubs him the wrong way but Jungkook keeps his temper in check as he forces himself to politely answer, âGood, thank you.â He curtly replies.
He hears Yoongi clear his throat next to him with a fierce glare, âLetâs try and keep this about the match, he's not here to answer questions about his life, this isnât a personal interview.â
Youâd think that after being called out like that heâd stop there and move on but no, this guyâs a piece of work. âI mean I was just askinâ cause I was kinda surprised with the news since you know, she been ran through by the entire industry.â This gets Jungkook to react as he pushes his chair back, causing it to fly backwards as he slowly stalks forward.
âNew guy every monthâsay, you the new boy of the month Jeon?â He smirks.
Jungkook doesnât even think before he lunges at him, he hears Yoongi call his name as Namjoon springs into action to get Jungkook back but itâs too late.
Jungkookâs fist connects with the side of this manâs jaw and sends him flying to the ground as Jungkook lifts his (now) bloody fist up to strike him again with a sick sound. Heâs so far gone right now he doesnât even feel when Namjoon yanks him off the guy.
âJungkook! Calm the fuck down and get off him!â Namjoon yells through the chaos as reporters scramble to get shots and videos of this.
âNo, get off me hyung! Let me fuckinâ go where is this little shit? If youâre such a fuckinâ man come say it to my face one more fucking time, I dare you! Say it!â He yells as he struggles against Namjoonâs strong hold.
It takes three guys to get Jungkook away from the reporter, Yoongi deals with the rest but Jungkookâs so fucking mad he canât even sit right now. Heâs pacing back and forth in the little backroom they got him in as Namjoon watches with concern in his eyes. He hasnât tried to calm him down because even he knows the danger of trying to talk to him while heâs this mad.
The door slams open and Yoongi steps in, âJungkook what the fuck was that?! That guy went to the hospital, do you even realize the mess you caused? Heâs gonna press chargesââ
âI donât give a fuck!â Jungkook interrupts, stunning Yoongi into silence, âHe fucking disrespected my girlfriend thinking that shit was funny. I could really give two fucks if he wants to press charges or not!â Namjoon watches the two in silence, but heâs ready to jump in if Jungkook turns on Yoongi or something.
Yoongi, who usually has something smart to say for everything, for once doesnât have shit to say. He just stands there watching Jungkook kick the chair over and pace around the room furiously. âKid, look, I get you. I would do the same too if I was in your place but this shit isnât worth it. You canât be letting them get to you like this, thatâs what they want.â
âWell he fucking got what he wanted.â Jungkook scoffs with a humorless laugh.
âJust go home, Iâll deal with the press.â Yoongi sighs as he rubs his temples, âPlease, for once just do what I say.â
The news is bad, thereâs a shit ton of articles coming out within the next hour about how Jungkook attacked the reporter and left him a bloody puddle on the ground. Itâs all over the place and thereâs a shit ton of people commenting about it on online forums and comment sections. One side praises him for defending you, and then the other criticizes his inability to keep himself under control but Jungkook doesnât care.
The REAL cherry on top is when you post your response to the newsâyou use that video of Latto saying âthank you to my manâ along with a cute selfie of you cuddled up in bed with Jungkook. Even you made it clear as day you didnât give a fuck about that guy either.
Your fans who had previously had negative reactions to your dating news were coming around too in favor of Jungkook. They said shit like âfree JK he did nothing wrongâ and voiced their support for him. Some were even harassing the reporter who had dared to say those things about you, demanding that he lose credibility as a reporter amongst other things.
Jungkook thinks itâs going to be okay because that guy totally fucking deserved it (and more).
.
The weeks fly by and the day of his big match comesâthe biggest one yet because bets are high and on top of that Jungkook has a winning streak to keep up if he wants them to give him the title of âundefeatedâ. Following the conference nothing really happened, the guy turned out to have some shady shit on him so he decided not to press any charges in the end. God bless Yoongi for digging shit up.
With that being dealt with Jungkook could finally put his entire focus on the match. He had heard the entire arena sold out and some of the richest people on earth were attending. This was a huge deal and he had everything to lose. Jungkook was confident in his win but this guy was also the deal too, which only means Jungkook has to keep his guard up.
âYou ready kid? This is about to be the biggest fight of your career.â Yoongi says as he comes to sit in front of Jungkook, âYouâre gonna have to kick it up a notch this match, the guyâs good but he isnât better than you.â
He nods at that because Jungkookâs confident in his fighting abilities, âI know hyung, I have a really good feeling about tonight.â He smiles, âDonât worry about it, I got this under control.â
âGood, thatâs what I like to hear from you.â Yoongi grins back as he pats his back, âNow get out there and make me proud.â
The arena buzzes with life when Jungkook enters the room, heâs hit with flashing lights in every direction as people scream and chant his name. Heâs getting worked up again as the adrenaline slowly kicks in. Jungkook makes his way up to the ring, passing over your section where youâre sitting with Namjoon and Seokjin.
He closes his eyes for a brief moment, blocking out the crowd and music as he tries to focus. He can do this, he can do this. He will win, for you.
The guy packs a good punch and each round gets progressively harder and harder to fight him off. During one of the breaks in-between the rounds, he slumps into his corner as Yoongi immediately springs over to help him with his mouth guard.
âHeâs tiring you out Kook, heâs gonna wait until youâre low on energy to give it his all.â Yoongi warns, âYou need to match his pace instead of wasting your energy so early.â
Jungkook pants tiredly as he shakes his head, âHyung heâs gonna knock me out.â He says deliriously, filled with pain and adrenaline.
âNo he isnât, because youâre not going to let him, you hear me? Youâre going to get back out there and show that punk what youâre made of.â Yoongi sternly replies, âDo it for the pretty girl waiting for your win.â
Jungkookâs eyes snap over to where you sit, you look really scared and on top of that worried. He sees the way your knee bounces and how you pick at your fingernails. This isnât what he wants to see.. This isnât what he wants at all.
âOkay.â Jungkook grunts with renewed energy, âFuck, okay.â
Yoongi pats his back gently and steps away from the ring, âRemember: match his pace.â
Jungkook rises to his feet and gets ready for the next round. He only has a few more before a winner has to be announced or the match is tied. Only one of them will walk out a champion, and itâs going to be him.
He takes Yoongiâs advice and matches this guyâs pace, he observes his every move and studies the combos he throws out. The guyâs a corner tech type so Jungkook avoids the edges and keeps him in the middle. He also notices that he goes for uppercuts and rear hooks.
As Jungkook prepares to strike he loses his footing and the guy takes the chance to hook him across the face. It sends Jungkook to the ground as he falls with a groan of pain. âFuck.â He whispers.
Heâs not sure how much longer he can keep up, can he even get up? His vision is beginning to blur a little and his hearingâs a little hazy too. He barely even makes out the referee counting down to a knockout.
Through the blurriness he sees Yoongi run over to the side of the net, âGet up, kid! Fuck, câmon Jungkook get up!â He desperately says.
Jungkook wants to, but everything hurts so much and heâs so tired right now. He weakly tries to get up, barely managing to hold up on all fours as he pants heavily with blood dripping down onto the mat below. He lifts his head up slowly and suddenly the world stops.
Youâre standing there with tears in your eyes, your mouthâs moving rapidly (most likely pleading with him to get up). Jungkook doesnât like that, he swore heâd never let you feel that way again after you attended his first match and saw how bad it was. Fuck.
âFourâŠthree..â
Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.
Jungkook grits his teeth and stumbles forward, barely managing to catch himself on the nets as he looks back at his opponent with renewed strength. The countdown stops and the match continues, he is going to win this if thatâs the last thing he does.
He lunges forward and the guy doesnât expect it coming as Jungkook manages to get him cornered before he lets loose. He rains a slew of punches, too fast for the guy to keep up who doesnât expect him to suddenly be this fast.
Jungkook feels like he blacks out during all this, landing hit after hit until heâs finished with one last uppercut and then everything stops. He feels a pair of hands pull him back as the referee begins the countdown. Jungkook stands there heaving as he watches tiredly.
â..Two..one..â The bell suddenly rings and the crowd cheers.
He did it. Holy shit, he did it!
Both Yoongi and Namjoon rush into the ring together, bringing him into their arms as they jump with joy. âYou fucking did it!â Namjoon smiles happily.
âWhereâsâŠwhereâs y/n?â Jungkook blearily asks as he looks around.
âSheâs right there,â Yoongi points out, âsheâs still here Kook.â
He pulls away from the hug and trudges over to the net, holding it up and holding his arm out for you, âCâmere baby.â He calls out.
You immediately stumble over and climb into the ring with him, sinking right into his arms when he tugs you close. âIâm here,â he whispers, âIâm here.â
âDonât ever scare me like that again! You hear me? I donât ever wanna see you like that.â You whimper and cup his face, âOh Jungkook..â
He smiles softly and leans down to kiss you passionately in front of everyone. You easily melt into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck. When he pulls back he looks around with a stupid grin on his face, âFucking won but everything hurts.â
You frown cutely and ignore the reporters that begin to swarm the two of you. Jungkook keeps you tucked into his side as he answers their questions, âFeels really good I canât lie, even if I feel like shit right now though. But Iâm just glad I won, I've been wanting to dedicate this win to my beautiful girl.â He smiles down at you and kisses the top of your head.
They start throwing more questions at him after that. Theyâre all kind of the same regarding their relationship because theyâre just dying to know all about his relationship to you. They even try to ask you some questions but luckily Yoongi intervenes when it begins to get out of control.
âAlright back up, give Jungkook some space.â Yoongi says as he pushes some reporters away, âYou ready to go Kook?â
âYeah, get me the fuck outta here.â Jungkook groans as he follows after his hyungs with you close by.
Yoongi and the others help Jungkook get into an ice bath as soon as they get into the back room. You work on cleaning the blood off his face and icing his wounds, âDoes it hurt? Well, more than usual?â You softly ask.
âNo babe Iâm fine.â Jungkook replied calmly as he closed his eyes, âThe ice feels really good, Iâm sore all over.â
You hum, âLet me know if Iâm hurting you.â
âI will.â He hums back and sinks into the ice with a relaxed sigh.
The cold sensation on his body is working wonders on his sore muscles. It feels like heâs living the dream right now. He doesnât think he wants to even party after this, sure a big win calls for a celebratory dinner or something but right now cuddling and going to sleep sounds way better.
Yeah, way better.
.
âI thought you were too sore to do anything, what happened to that?â You laugh softly while looking down at him.
Jungkookâs pout deepens, âI can still move my hips, see?â He says and demonstrates with a little thrust up, âPleaseeee! For me baby? I promise Iâll tell you if it hurts or something.â
You look at him in disbelief, âYou literally just got beat up what do you mean please? Look at you! Why the heck is sex even on your mind right now?â
âBecause, you looked so sexy on that billboard on our way back here.â He huffs casually leaving out the part where he raged because everyone can see you and no doubt millions have.
Not that heâs petty but heâs petty, he wanted to tear that shit down and keep it for himself. âThatâs not the point,â he groans and tosses his head back on the pillow, âI can still move and itâs not like my cock got beat up too.â
âYou are so nasty.â You laugh softly and sit back on his lap, âIf I ride you will that make you happy, hm?â
Itâs comical the way his hair bounces when he nods vigorously, âYes.â He says without hesitation, âItâs like a reward.â He grins toothily.
You roll your eyes at him with a sigh, âYouâre so spoiled,â you mumble while reaching down to help him pull his boxers down.
âWait!â Jungkook looks up at you with pouty eyes, âCan you..?â He tugs at the loose shirt youâre wearing.
Immediately you know what he wants and you nod, âMy baby deserves it doesnât he?â You softly say while tossing the garment somewhere else, âDid so good out there,â you purr and lean over him.
His eyes sparkle as he nods, âI did,â he whispers and licks his lips, âmeans I get a reward right?â
âYes you do.â You gently coax him closer as you lean down to press your soft tit to his lips, âTake it, âs all yours.â He latches on without wasting another second.
Your lips part as a soft breathy moan escapes, your soft hand reaches down to fish his hard cock out of his boxers. He shudders when you start stroking him, itâs slow and sensual as you gather bits of precum with your thumb and slowly work your way down around the shaft.
His balls sit heavy and they ache with need to empty themselves in you. Jungkook has to fight the urge to buck his hips as he accidentally grazes his teeth against your bud.
You yelp softly and he pulls away apologetically, âEasy, not so hard.â You softly chastise.
âSorry.â Jungkook murmurs and presses a kiss on your tit before moving to the opposite one.
âJust sit back and relax baby,â you murmur, âI got you.â
You position the head at your weeping pussy, slapping it repeatedly in small taps until the tip catches on your hole. Jungkook holds his breath as you begin to slide down on his sensitive cock until you're bottoming out with your ass meeting his thighs.
âGood?â You softly whisper.
Jungkook nods and goes back to suckling on your nipple in peace. You rock yourself in his lap steadily like youâre scared youâre gonna hurt him but Jungkook encourages you with a little buck. This makes you sink down in his lap with a lewd moan, his cock shifting deeper inside.
âUse me,â Jungkook quietly pipes up, âI can take it.â His breath hot and heavy over your pebbled nipple.
âYou sure? What if I hurt you?â You murmur.
âIâll be fine baby, Iâll let you know if something hurts. Please?â He opens his mouth to take your nipple back in.
You shiver and bite your lip still a bit worried but you end up giving in. You slowly pick up the pace, switching from grinding to bouncing. Thereâs a low smack here and there but itâs nothing too crazy because youâre going as gentle as you can.
Jungkookâs lips tighten around your nipple with every grind and bounce. Your pussy tugs at his cock with the right amount of pressure sending shivers down his spine. He moans softly and moves one hand up to grip your bouncing tit.
âFuck you look good like this,â he breathes out in pleasure.
You groan softly as he squeezes your tit in his strong hand, massaging the soft mound of flesh afterwards. He pulls away to push both tits together and buries his face between them with a happy sigh, âNever wanna leave, I could die a happy man like this sweetheart.â
âYouâre just a perv.â You chuckle with a moan.
âFor you.â Jungkook grins and then lays back, âDonât tell me youâre getting tired already.â He notices that your bouncing has slowed down.
You glare cutely at him and sit up, âI donât like doing the work in case you havenât noticed.â You mumble while grinding back and forth over his cock, âYouâre lucky I love you enough to do this.â
His eyes widen when he hears the words âloveâ and âyouâ in one sentence. It makes his sappy little heart beat with joy and pride hearing those words leave your lips, he canât help but buck his hips upward eagerly.
âJungkook..!â You gasp throwing your head back.
âSay it again baby,â he huffs as he uses his strong grip to haul you up and plop you back down on his lap, âI wanna hear itââ He cuts off with a breathy moan.
âI love you.â The words make him groan louder as he slaps his hips upward.
âFuck I love you too,â he moans, âso, so fuckinâ much, you have no idea.â He whispers and looks up at you through hooded eyes.
You bite your lip hard and throw your head back with a whine, â âm coming.â You whimper.
âOh you like hearing that donât you, knowing damn well that you got me wrapped around your fingers.â Jungkook huffs with exertion as he fucks into you harder.
âY-Yes, love it so much knowing youâre mine,â you mewl softly and grind on him, âfuck, fuck..!â Your pussy clamps down and suddenly youâre coming all over him in slow waves of harsh pleasure.
Jungkook pulls you down for a passionate kiss as he holds you down against his pelvis. A few more rolls has him coming too, cock throbbing and twitching. He lays there panting heavily with hazy eyes while you whine about him being careful.
âDonât put pressure on your side,â you grumble, âI told you we shouldnât have fooled around.â
âIâm fine, see? Nothingâs wrong.â Jungkook laughs and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, âNow tell me you love me again. Wanna hear it from your pretty lips.â He mumbles and traces over your bottom lip.
âI love you.â You fondly sigh.
âAgain.â
âI love you.â
âAgain.â
âYouâre so annoying! Iâm going to shower.â You huff and stomp off with cum leaking down your inner thighs.
Jungkook lays there with a soft grin as he watches you go, âYeah, yeah, I love you too though.â Forever.
And ever.
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sukunas fav concubine being bullied by the other concubines?? maybe they push her into the fountain đđđ
·.â đđđđđđđđ. being bullied because youâre sukunaâs favorite concubine is nothing out of the ordinary. when sukuna finally notices the harassment youâre going through, he doesnât hold back.
wc. 2.2k-ish
tags. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. fluff, angst (hurt to comfort). heian era. bullying. one mention of d.ecapitation. vile language. reader gets called âbratâ. beta reading? whatâs that
âsheâs got nothing going on for her,â âright? i donât get what he sees in her,â âtchâheâs only using her for her body anyway,â âduhh. he canât be pleased by her looks. i mean, sheâs really ugly. i bet he thinks of her as just ânother hole to use. . .â
and the shushed gossips continue. the concubines hanging around the garden have noticed your arrival, though do nothing to stop badmouthing you. they couldnât care less if you hear what they say.
youâre used to it by now. youâve adjusted to this life of yours as one of sukunaâs concubines. his favourite at thatâwhich automatically makes you a victim of verbal (and sometimes physical) harassment. the other women in the ruthless sorcererâs harem canât stand you.
your eyes are glued to the path youâre walking on. your lady-in-waiting doesnât utter a single word as well, holding her head low as she follows behind you. you know that the concubines will immediately pick on you if you make eye contact with one of them.
itâs moments like these where you actually miss sukuna. his intimidating presence and (in)direct threats would immediately make the others fall silent. you wouldnât have to hear them call you nasty names.
though, unlucky you, sukunaâs out on business. uraume is left as a temporary supervisor of the entire estate. to make sure nothing goes wrong. despite all of that, you still find yourself in an unfortunate predicament.
âhey. weâre talking to you,â a female voice rings from behind you. it isnât your lady-in-waiting, but the brown-haired woman whom you recognise as one of sukunaâs concubines. her name. . . you canât recall.
she forcefully pushes your shoulder with two fingers. you stumble backwards, nearly tripping over the material of your kimono. you look down at the hem and notice a subtle muddy stain on the cloth now that youâve accidentally stepped on it.
you curse the woman out under your breath. the kimono is one of your favorites since sukuna had it made and tailored to suit your taste.
âmy apologies,â you mumble politely. you do not wish to make a scene as much as you want to defend yourself. not in front of those poor servants who are simply minding their business and tending to the garden.
the lady scoffs. another one joins. soon, four of them surround you, leaving you no place to escape the situation. with every step you take back, they take one forward. itâs intimidating, though you try to make it seem like youâre not afraid of their words.
âtell me,â the blonde one speaks up and her hand trails up your arm. she twirls a strand of your hair around her index finger before harshly tugging at it. you wince, but she doesnât budge, âtell me what sukuna sees in a worthless slut like you.â
itâs about sukuna every time. youâre getting sick of the way they treat you because of something you canât control. you donât know why he favors you out of all the other women at his service. the way youâre treated because of something that you cannot change is getting frustrating.
the brown-haired woman follows the other lady. she pushes you until the back of your shoe bumps against the edge of a fountain. the grande fountain in the yard that you always love to admire.
the tugs at your hair get stronger. your patience is wearing thin. you take some time to reply to the other concubines, hoping to silence them for now.
you look up at the group surrounding youâa grin tugging at your lips as you decide to taunt them. you scoff, âhah. you cannot blame me for satisfying my lord better than all of you could do together.â
audible gasps sound from the group of concubines. they canât believe you had the audacity to talk back and be disrespectful about it. the comment you made clearly struck a nerve. or in this case multiple.
âoh, you slut!â the blonde one shrieks, clearly more than upset by your doubts about her services as a concubine. in a flash of rage, she gives you a firm push, sending you backwards until you fall into the fountain with a loud splash.
your lady-in-waiting is the one gasping this time. she looks at you with great worry in her eyes, not knowing if she needs to go fetch uraume or not. she doesnât have much say in the matter either way.
youâre humiliated by this. you can feel the water seep into the robes of your kimono, staining the beloved material. your hair is wet as well, the water droplets falling off the ends of your locks.
âpah, you look pathetic,â one of the lower ranking concubines chimes inâgiggling at the unfortunate situation you got yourself in. the others follow with their own high pitched laughs, âserves you right.â
you donât even know what you should do. your body feels heavy because of the water wetting your clothes. your nails drag along the fountainâs surface, trying to compose yourself before you do anything irrational.
you grit your teeth and take a deep breath. youâre shaking, both because of the cold settling over your body as well as the anger simmering inside of you. you open your mouth to say something, only to be interrupted.
by someone you didnât expect to see any time soon.
âenough.â
the deep tone sends chills down your spine. the volume of the male voice nearly shakes the ground. itâs powerful, dominant and quite aggressive. as if the owner of the voice is pissed. no, more than that.
the group of concubines freeze, not even daring to turn around and face the unexpected visitor. you notice your lady-in-waiting immediately falling to her knees, bowing at the man whom you know very well.
âmy lord,â you stammer out, being the first to speak up and address him. youâre surprised to see sukuna back this early from his business trip. he normally stays away from the estate for days on end.
sukunaâs footsteps are heavy. his strides are menacingly slow. the aura surrounding him makes the others shakeâone concubine being smart enough to bow to him. the king of curses is not one to be messed with, especially when heâs angry.
âtsk. have you lost all your respect while i was gone?â sukuna growls, seeing how the group of concubines are frozen in place with fearful expressions on their faces. the fact that theyâre not bowing before him worsens his temper, âkneel.â
he raises one hand and they all knew what was going to happen. you squeal and shut your eyes, hearing that familiar and dooming sound of slashes around you. it doesnât sound like theyâve hit anything, so you peek through your eyelashes.
you see how the group of women have dropped to their knees the instant sukuna raised his hand in that specific manner. everyone knew just what that meant; death to anyone whoâs got their head held high in his presence.
youâve all seen enough people get decapitated by that same action to know that the sorcerer was not playing around.
sukuna scoffs. he walks up towards you, ignoring the pleas of the other concubines that are begging for his forgiveness. his bottom set of eyes look down at them with disdain before focusing on your figure again.
he silently stands still at the edge of the fountain. his large frame looms over you and you find yourself struggling to get up from the water to bow at him as well. you keep your eyes on your lap, âiâm sorry, my lord.â
sukuna hisses at your apology. a warning for you to shut your mouth. youâre apologising when itâs not your fault and that irritates him more than anything. two of his strong arms reach down to pick you up from your vulnerable position.
the king of curses hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. heâs not bothered by the fact that youâre dripping wet. in fact, both of his left arms wrap around your torso in attempt to warm you up.
âstay. youâll all be dealt with accordingly when i return,â sukuna harshly orders your aggressors as he turns around and walks away from the group. he carries you in his arms, not sparing a single glance at his concubines.
he doesnât even care that he stepped on one of the womenâs hands as he passed by. the high pitched shriek only serves to annoy him, which you notice by the way he squeezes your waist in response.
itâs silent between you two for a bit. sukuna steps inside of the estate, his ominous aura making you hesistant to speak. you decide to stay quiet for the sake of keeping the peace. for now.
sukunaâs breathing is a little heavy. heâs trying not to lash out or say anything hurtful. he doesnât like raising his voice at youâbut sometimes he feels like he needs to. especially when you land in situations like those.
âhow long has this been going on?â sukuna asks through a heavy sigh. his red eyes are focused on the end of the hallway, where his chambers lay. the veins in his neck look like they could pop out any second now, âand donât you dare fuckinâ lie to me, yâhear?â
you gulp. youâve never been so nervous to answer him, ever. you attempt to respond, âuhm, for quite a while, my lord.â
sukuna breathes in sharply at the revelation. the fact that you did not specify your answer only made him think that itâs worse than youâre making it out to be. he stops in his tracks, two hands on your waist as he forces you to face him.
your body dangles in the air as sukuna makes you look at him from up close, showing you that dangerous look in his eyes. you do not dare to avert your gaze from his as he speaks.
âyou shouldâve told me the moment they started disrespecting you like that,â sukuna grunts. another big hand grabs your jaw firmly, squeezing your cheeks together. you whine as it hurt a little. he scoffs and releases your jaw with a light push, âpathetic.â
you feel your body get thrown into your original position once more. your head is upside down and your legs hang limply over his shoulder. you try to defend yourself in a quiet tone, âi thought you were too busy. i didnât want to bother you with such unimportant matters.â
itâs true. as much as you wanted to tell sukuna about the mistreatment you were receiving, you knew how busy he was attending to more urgent business. you didnât want to annoy him with your own problems that you could easily solve.
if only you could stand up for yourself.
ânonsense,â sukuna raises his voice in a moment of weakness, though remembers that youâve probably been through enough for the day. he doesnât need to add to that by treating you like shit as well.
he simply sighs it off, âunimportant, huh? âs that how you think i view you?â
you raise an eyebrow at sukunaâs last sentence. youâre at a loss for words. you know sukuna values you more than any of his other concubinesâitâs the main reason youâre getting bullied forâyet you never heard him speak to you in such a surprisingly soft way.
almost like heâs disappointed that you donât realise the extent of his favoritsm. he cares about you more than you actually think he does.
âi-iâm sorry, my lord,â you stutter. you really do not have a clue about what to say. all you can do is apologise as youâre left overthinking that one little sentence he said.
âwhat a brat,â sukuna quickly regains his usual stoic and stern composure. he reaches his chambers and enters his personal bathroom before putting you down on your feet. he looks down at your short stature, feeling the warmth of your body leave his skin once youâre separated.
sukuna watches you shiver. he wants to get angry at you for not telling him about anything thatâs been going on while heâs not present, though he simply cannot at the moment.
heâll let you off the hook for now. but, heâs surely going to give you your own special scolding after heâs taken care of the other concubines. the man grabs a large towel from nearby and messily wraps it around your upper body.
sukuna turns around to walk out of his bathroom, looking over his shoulder once more, âget dressed into something else before you catch a cold.â
he calls for a couple servants to tend to you while heâs away to take care of those deviant concubines. sukuna watches the three maids rush to your service, preparing you a new set of clothes as well as trying to dry you off.
his gaze lingers on you for more than is necessary, his jaw clenching at the sight of you trembling from the low temperatures youâre experiencing. sukunaâs going to make sure those other women pay for what theyâve done to you.
he leaves the bathroom after that, though not without leaving you an order to follow;
âyouâre staying in my chambers tonight.â
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#jjk x you#sukuna x you#jjk x y/n#sukuna x y/n#jjk fluff#jjk angst#sukuna fluff#sukuna angst
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âUncleâ!Joel Miller x afab!reader | w/c: 5.4k
Summary: Joel hurt his back at work, so you've been helping him around the house until he heals.
Content/Warnings: able-bodied, female sex anatomy, and inherently fem!reader. No description of reader, everything is neutral (ex. âyour bottoms,â âthe curve of youâ â nothing is specific in the way âyouâ are described). Age gap (reader early 20s, Joel in 50s). EXPLICIT MATERIAL PRESENT. HEED THE WARNINGS. WEIRD boundaries are crossedâŠyou're not blood-related to Joel, but you were raised like you were. You call him âuncle.â Pet names (baby, darlinâ, sweetheart, etc.). Pussy pronouns (she). Innocent touches until it isn't. Sexual tension galore. Slight dub-con. Icky Joel. Icky reader. Pussy grinding. Dirty talk. Slight degradation (âbitchâ is used only once). Multiple orgasms. P in V unprotected. Reader is on top. Lots of teasing about the nature of yours and Joelâs relationship. If thereâs anything that should be up here but I missed or I made any improper tags, please let me know!
A/N: Hi, my loves! This is slightly different than what youâre used to coming from me⊠All I can say is, youâve read the warnings! Donât bite if it is not your flavor! But for those who do like, I really hope you enjoy! And to my love @strang3lov3, thank you for prompting this and encouraging this side of my brain to finally stop hiding in the shadows. And thank you for your eyes on this and the mood board as well. I love you.đ©¶
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âHey, hon, when you headinâ over to uncle Joelâs?â
You glance at the timer on the oven. âIn about ten minutes after these cookies cool. Need something from me?â
âCan ya grab my toolbox before ya leave? Forgot it there the other day,â he replies. âFigured you could get it since youâre already goinâ there today.â
âSure thing. Itâs not the heavy one, is it? Because I donât know if that old manâs back is ready for a heavy lift like that yet.â The timer on the oven beeps. You slide on your oven mitts to pull the tray out. âMade two batches by the way. How many you want? Iâm taking some to Uncleâs, too.âÂ
About a week ago, Joel had a contracting accident. Some newbie wasnât watching the older manâs back as Joel climbed up a wobbly ladder, and the next moment, Joelâs footing slipped. He landed right on his lower back, a piece of wood perched on the ground, sitting at just the right spot on the floor to render him immobile. Tommy, Joelâs younger brother, and your father, his best friend since before you were born, are the only two Joel trusts to get the job done perfectly, so Joel put them two in charge until he heals.Â
Bed rest, the doctor had ordered Joel, for at least three weeks. Itâs been one so far, but with you offering to be his nurse â one that forces him to stay in bed unless he needs to eat or use the restroom â he thinks he just might be back to work by next week. If youâll let him, that is.Â
âNo, itâs the small one, hon, you got it,â your father reassures you. He lovingly slaps his growing belly as the trays hit the kitchen counter. âYâknow, darlinâ, ever since you moved back, Iâve been gaininâ some weight. Canât imagine what youâre doinâ tâ Joel over there.â
Your lip pulls up in a smirk. âJoel is in good hands, yâknow. And technically, I donât have to leave you any,â you say with a challenging brow, pulling the cookie trays out of his reach.Â
âNo, no, Iâm not sayinâ that,â your fatherâs eyebrows raise in worry. His daily cookie is very important to him. âYou can leave me like⊠five⊠or six.âÂ
âIâm just gonna leave you a whole batch. The six are gonna be gone before I even leave the house,â you tell your father as his hand subconsciously reaches for the cookie tray.Â
He scoffs, âYa have no faith in me.â
âSo whatâs in your hand already?â
âWhatever,â he mumbles, walking away with a mouthful of warm cookie dough and melted milk chocolate chips.Â
âUh huh,â you yell back. âGonna be leaving in just a sec. Iâll see you later.â
It takes less than ten minutes to get to your uncleâs house. You unlock the door using the spare key he gave you as a teenager, and immediately, nurse mode is activated.Â
âUncle Joel!â You yell, exasperated. He turns around from his place in the kitchen, painfully slow. Heâs going to make his back worse. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â You place the fresh cookies on his dining table along with your keys. You cross your arms angrily for good measure.Â
âMy coffeeâs cold. I was warminâ it up,â he huffs, annoyed.
âBed, please.â Your hands find his waist, and you guide him back to his room. âYou know Iâm here around this time. You didnât wanna call me first to see where I was?â
You ease him in a sitting position at the edge of his bed. He grunts as his ass meets the mattress. He grumbles his response. âNeed to start gettinâ back to everythinâ independently, yâknow that, donâtcha?â
âIs your memory going with your back, too, unc?âÂ
ââScuse me?â He looks at you incredulously.Â
âThree weeks were the doctorâs orders. Not one,â you tell him, putting your foot down.Â
He lays himself down with another wince at the motion, no acknowledgement to your words. God, heâs so stubborn.Â
âIâll go make you a fresh cup,â you tell him, feeling sympathetic for the man. His work is his life, and itâs not going to get any easier with age.Â
Making your way back to his kitchen, you wash out the coffee pitcher, replace the grounds and the filter, and do some light cleaning as you wait for the bitter, brown liquid to brew.Â
Itâs only been five minutes since you returned to the kitchen, and the painful moans and groans from his bedroom have only gotten louder. You search around the place and find the heat pack you bought a few days ago and pop it in the microwave. You grab some pain meds, fill up a glass of water, and just in time, the microwave sings to you, telling you your contents are ready.Â
Ignoring the coffee for a moment, you make your way back to Joelâs bedroom. His eyes are closed, but his entire body is tensed up in pain. Poor guy. You knock at his door to catch his attention before entering. âUnc?â
One eye peels open. âYes, nurse?â
âFunny.â A sarcastic laugh leaves your throat. âCome take these.â
He makes no move to get up.Â
You set the painkillers and the water on his bedside table, the heat pack wedged underneath your armpit. You start to reach for Joel to help him up, but he stops you. âI got it,â he grunts. You let him have this win.Â
You hand him the glass of water first, then the pills. He swallows the painkillers in one big gulp, swallowing down the rest of the water in another. He eyes the heat pack in your arm.Â
âDo you want-â
âYes,â he says immediately, reaching for the soft warmth.Â
âLay down first, Iâll put it underneath you.â
Without another word, he positions himself. His body jerks when your soft hand slips underneath his back, pushing him to lift a little while you slide the heat underneath. âThis okay?â
âMhm,â he forces out, eyes clamped shut. Itâs not okay, you think.Â
âHow would you feel on your stomach?â you suggest.Â
âDunno. Never tried.â
âWell, then.â You set the heat pack down, and itâs your turn to crawl, uninvited, into his bed. You walk on your knees towards the opposite, unoccupied side, adjusting the pillows in a way you think might be the most comfortable. This isnât your first rodeo dealing with an old manâs back; youâve got your dad. This is, however, your first rodeo dealing with an old man more stubborn than a screaming goat not getting his way. âCome on.â
âNo.âÂ
âWhat do you mean no?âÂ
âThat ainât gonna be comfortable.â
âHow do you know?â
âI jusâ do.â
You pinch the bridge of your nose and take a deep breath. âI swear to God. I will flip your ass over myself if I have to.â
âYouâre bossy,â he spits.
âSo youâve said.âÂ
Not giving him a chance to prepare, you hook your one hand at his side and your other on his hip, and you pull him towards you. It doesnât fully flip him over, but it does the trick in getting him to finish the rest of the action himself â albeit, with a very strained yelp from the back of his throat.Â
He groans for a few minutes more as you adjust some flat pillows underneath his belly and then prop the lukewarm heating back right at the base of his spine. Youâll probably have to heat it up in ten minutes again, but itâll do for now. You stay in your spot for a minute, and already his pained noises begin to subside.Â
âBetter?â You know it is. You just want him to admit it.Â
And when a single huff with zero protests from the grumpy man reverberates around the room, you know youâve won this round.Â
âIâll go get your coffee now,â you hum.Â
A soft rasp of your name has you spinning back around as you reach the roomâs threshold.Â
âHm?â
âThanks,â he tells you.Â
âItâs what Iâm here for, unc.â
You put his fresh cup of coffee in a thermos this time. You canât imagine how often heâll get up being in this position, but at least the freshness will be there with every sip he does end up taking.Â
âHowâs it going?â You ask him as you set his coffee nearby. You feel the heat pack on his spine, and itâs as you called it to be by now: room temperature. âWant me to reheat it?âÂ
ââM okay,â he replies, voice groggy. He mustâve fallen asleep.Â
âOkay.â You stand there for a moment. You can tell the heat helped, but his body isnât entirely relaxed. Heâs still tense, as if a nerve or something is being pinched.Â
You recall your memory from a while ago before you moved back with your dad. Your brother, who is a mixed martial arts athlete, had a sparring session that hurt his back, nearly in the same area as Joel. He had you running his massage gun over his muscles nearly every night for a month straight. âIt needs to uncoil somehow,â he told you. An idea crosses your mind then.Â
You saunter to Joelâs en suite bathroom in search of some type of lubricant. Sitting loud and proud on the center of the bathroom counter is a little bottle of Equateâs Personal Liquid Lubricant. Your brain falters for a second, the bottle of lube throwing you off your original plan. That is absolutely not the kind of lubricant you were looking for. Shaking away the image from your mind, you bend down to look in the cabinets underneath. Bingo, a bottle of Aveeno body lotion. This should do.Â
You invite yourself onto his bed for the second time today. âLet me give you a massage.â
âWhat?â His head turns to you now, utterly confused. He definitely heard you wrong, he thinks.Â
âLet me give you a massage,â you repeat. âItâll help.â
A massage actually does sound nice right now. But youâve been nothing but bossy this last week while Joel lays here helplessly. Heâs bored. And heâs had enough. âIt ainât gonna help.â
âHow do you know?â
âI jusâ do.â
Jesus. Havenât you had this conversation before? You mentally slap your forehead. Again, leaving him no other options, you reach for his flannel atop his shoulders and begin to pull them down.Â
âHey, hey, wait, now what in the hell-â He tries to stifle back a laugh as he wriggles in your hold, trying to playfully push you off without hurting himself more in the process.Â
You quickly release his clothes, hands up in surrender where he can see them. Youâre just realizing now just how forward your action mustâve been. âHow am I gonna massage you-âÂ
The embarrassment written all over your face has Joel tearing up as he tries to hold his wheezing laugh in. With his eyebrow quirked at you, he responds, âIf you wanted me naked, kiddo-â
âJesus, ew! Really?â An unbearable heat spreads across your cheeks. Your eyes are downcast, looking everywhere else but him. âIt- itâll be better if I can directly touch-â
Only then do you feel the bed shaking with his laughter. Heâs fucking with you. And here you were, about to offer something that would relieve a whole lot of pain. âOh, fuck you,â you scoff, pulling yourself up and making your way off of his bed.Â
âNo, okay, wait,â he laughs, trying to catch his breath. âJusâ messinâ with you, who am I to deny a massage?â He raises his eyebrows once, twice. Still messing with you, seeing how far his taunting with you can go.Â
âYouâre disgusting,â you deadpan.Â
ââM not the one tryinâ tâ massage her uncle,â Joel says as he attempts to shrug his shoulders at you.
âIâm gonna leave now.â One foot makes it to the ground before Joel speaks again.Â
âOh, for Christâs sake, ya canât take a joke? Iâm only messinâ around. Come back. Gonna leave me hanginâ? In pain? Câmon, nurse.â His tone falls softer, sweeter. You can hear the shit-eating grin in his words. And, fuck, why is it making you heat even further, in places beyond your face? In places you shouldnât be?
âFine,â you relent. âStop saying weird shit then.â You still canât look at him. Not after the way your body decided to react in the shift of energy. An abrupt shift of energy, as far as you can tell.Â
Heâs your dadâs best friend. Your uncle, for crying out loud. Not by blood, but still. Thereâs never been a feeling beyond that. Sure, youâve had your silly little school girl crush on him during your young teenage years, but that was your hormones being your hormones. You grew out of them. Even your own father canât deny the conventional attractiveness of his best friend.Â
Plus, suggestive commentary is bound to make anyone feel hot. Itâs basic biology. Your response is nothing. It doesnât mean anything. At least, thatâs what you convince yourself of when you climb back into your uncleâsâ no, into Joelâs bed, trying to ignore the way your panties stick dutifully against your throbbing core.
Joel leans onto his side as you get yourself situated, unbuttoning the bottom half of his flannel, so you can flip up the bottom to reach his lower back. After the bottom half of the buttons are undone, he lays back on his front. âHere,â he calls your name. âJusâ lift it up from the bottom.â
You scoot closer to him, standing on your knees, and you reach over to grab the hem of his flannel, pulling it up as gently as possible, exposing just enough to be able to reach the irritated areas. You frown at what you see. Inflamed skin, purples and yellows dancing all across his lower back, forcing him away from the very thing he lives for. He may have been a stubborn bitch this entire week, but that doesnât stop the sympathy you feel for the man.Â
You put some of the lotion in your hand, rubbing it between your two palms to warm it up a little. You place your hand on the side closest to you first, moving in circular motions and adjusting your pressure ever so often. âLet me know when the pressure is good.â
So far he hasnât said much, a slight groan here, an exhale there. You feel a knot as you move lower, so you increase your pressure. Youâre met with a literal moan, and you swear you have to bite back your own vocal response. âFuck,â he sucks in a sharp breath. âYeah, jusâ like that, âs perfect, darlinâ.âÂ
âOkay,â you squeak, your thighs clenching together to attempt any kind of relief to the heat between your legs.Â
After a few more passes over the area â and a few more indulgent, harder presses of your palm to pull more angelic sounds from him â you switch to the other side. Except, at this angle, you donât really have as good an angle as you did before. Your leg swings over his ass, bracketing him in between your thighs, before you can even register the move your body just made. A soft gasp falls from your lips as you feel the new angle youâve just given yourself.Â
âJoel?â You call sweetly. Innocently.âI- Iâm not hurting you or anything, am I?â
Hurting? No. Putting him through Hell? Close enough.Â
Joel has done many questionable things in his lifetime. Getting involved with taken (married or otherwise) women, couples who wanted a third⊠Joel has lived through it all. Mainly in his younger years, but nevertheless. He has done and seen many things. But none of these things have ever included getting a fucking hard on for a girl â a woman? â he practically had a hand in raising. You call him uncle, for crying out loud.Â
His physical response means nothing. Itâs basic biology. The tender yet skilled touch of your warm hands directly against his even hotter skin, lighting every single nerve ending on fire, forcing the blood to course through his veins, to make its way down southâÂ
âChrist-â he snarls as you practically sit on him. His mouth shuts instantly as his eyes shoot open. He didnât mean for that to come out. âY-yeah,â he corrects. ââM alright.âÂ
âJust- just let me know,â you tell him. He can hear the shake in your voice. He can tell biology is doing a number on you, too, based on your tone alone, if the heat engulfing his rear as you try your best not to make contact with it isnât enough to go by.Â
He focuses on his breathing as best he can as your hands push slightly past his jeans, getting underneath the seam of his boxers, and then immediately softening your touch as you run your fingers up his spine, awaking a chill he never knew was possible until now. You rub beyond the exposed area of his lower back, reaching his shoulder blades and entirely up to his shoulders, forcing the flannel to rise with your hands. Heâs so broad and warm, and you would absolutely be drooling all over him by now if you werenât so shocked at how tight his muscles really feel. How has this man not gotten any injuries sooner? How was he still doing all this heavy lifting? You dig the pads of your finger tips further into the thousands of tiny knots you feel, and his body jerks in actual pain this time.Â
âGod damn, girl,â he snaps. âWhat are you doinâ?âÂ
âHow the fuck do you even function?â You sound genuinely horrified.Â
âWhat-â
âYour shoulders and neck are fucking covered in knots how do you even-â you cut yourself off with a disappointed click of your tongue. âYou need to flip over.âÂ
Fuck.Â
âWhy?â He asks defensively.Â
âIâm gonna break these knots. I need to start from the front.âÂ
âYa ainât gettinâ anywhere near my neck, I swear to God-â
âQuit being stubborn. What did I say earlier? Iâm gonna flip you myself if you donât-â
âAlright, fine, gimme a sec,â he bites. Joel takes a deep breath, at war with himself for how heâs going to handle his next course of action.Â
Whatever happens next, there is no avoiding the fact that you will be made aware of the bulging erection between his legs. You can know about it, thatâs fine, but the second you make contact, he doesnât know if heâll have the strength to control himself. Which is why he rips off the band aid quick. Flipping himself over with you still hovering over him, he tries his best not to touch you. Though, the second heâs comfortable, his focus is on your waist, grabbing you immediately and missing the way your eyes widen at the tenting fabric of his jeans. He pulls you higher up to sit on his lower tummy.Â
You squeak out a little gasp as he adjusts you, and fuck it makes the pulsing between his legs even worse. He releases you, bringing his hands back to his sides.Â
âComfortable?â you whisper. You try so hard not to use your voice, worried that itâll reveal just how turned on you are by this situation youâve put yourself in. He gives you a single nod, and with that, you lean to grab more lotion.Â
The angle you are at forces you to lean the front of your body onto Joel to be able to reach his shoulders. You can feel his body tense underneath you; you can hear his labored breathing as your hands further push away his flannel, working away at each knot.Â
You lean forward further, giving yourself the ability to reach just below Joelâs neck. With this action, your hips shift, pressing down against Joelâs belly in a way that sends a sudden jolt of butterflies through your core. Your hands freeze in their movement, breath and fingertips stuttering as your entire face and neck heat up. You sneak a quick glance to Joel, and his eyes are still relaxed. He didnât notice.Â
It takes you a moment to start your movements back up again, but when you do, you canât help the way you repeat exactly what you did before â allowing yourself another experimental roll of your hips against his soft abdomen. Only this time, youâre way less sly, for the whimper of pleasure you thought you could hide slips right out, right for his sharp ears to take note of. Shit.Â
âYâ alright there?â His eyes are trained on you now; he knows what you just did. Joel sports a quirked eyebrow as he waits for your response.Â
âMhm,â you rush out, ignoring his piercing gaze.Â
It takes every ounce of willpower for you to run over the knots in his shoulder again without driving your hips into him, but even the push and pull of your arms is a full body movement, and you feel it. You feel the growing wetness in your core, the growing heartbeat that his bare tummy no doubt can feel now.Â
Your body is splayed across him, the warmth of you leaking through your bottoms and onto his hot skin as you pathetically try to play off the fact that you arenât grinding your wet cunt across him right now. With a rasp of your name, he takes a sharp breath in. âWhat are ya doinâ?â He grunts, pained. Conflicted.Â
This is so wrong. But it feels so good. Your arousal â how utterly desperate you are for the older man underneath you â is shone all over your face, brighter than any other feeling of disgust or wrongness youâre trying to convince yourself of. But the internal battle is still there, though, and it forces your hips to come to a full stop. It forces cries of apologies from your lips. It forces regret.Â
âI- Iâm sorry,â you choke back a sob. âPlease, I- this is so wrong, Iâm so stupid, uncle, I-âÂ
God damn it. Joel is too damn hard to deal with this shit now. âOh, Jesus Christ, will you cut the fuckinâ uncle bullshit?â He finally snaps. His hands spring to life, finding their way up your thighs, tightening once they reach your hips. He forces you to move again. âYa think I wanna hear that fuckinâ word while you fuckinâ soak me? Huh? While ya rub on me like a fuckinâ bitch in heat?â
âShit,â you moan, the strength of his hand making the assault against your mound all the more intense. âJoel, please,â you cry, your fingers shaking as you hold onto his chest.Â
Your thighs begin to tremble as he maintains a rough pace to your movements, his bed creaking with every shove of your hips against him. His grip on you is one of steel, the pads of his fingers digging into your flesh, no doubt leaving tiny bruises as a reminder of todayâs actions.Â
He is fucking covered in you â the slick of your desire pooling through your bottoms and into his skin, making each grind smoother. He licks his lips at this, his eyes dark as he drinks you in from above; your own eyes glossy and a sheen of sweat along your skin. âLook at ya, darlinâ,â he murmurs, voice low enough to send a fresh wave of arousal pouring from your hole. âFuckinâ soakinâ me, baby. Needed me that bad, did ya? Was tryinâ tâ tell ya earlier,â he grunts, âYâknow ya just had to ask.â A lazy smirk pulls across his lip.Â
You let out a whimper at his words, your hips finally rolling alongside his own guidance, instinctively searching for more friction. âAtta girl,â he groans, âThatâs it, fuck- makinâ a fuckinâ mess aâ me, darlinâ.âÂ
Youâre panting now, the rhythm and pressure mixed with the filth of his Southern drawl ignites every single nerve ending throughout your body. He watches you with a dark intensity, the brown of his eyes replaced with pure black lust, his eyes unable to stray away from the pleasurable desperation filling your features.Â
âGonna come like this, sweetheart?â He taunts, driving you into him even harder.Â
âMmm- my God, yeah- yes,â you cry out, eyes rolling back as the coil in your belly finally tightens, your breathing ragged as needy moans escape your lips.Â
With a final roll of your hips and the utterance of a thatâs my girl, the coil finally snaps, pleasure crashing over you, coursing through your veins as you come all over him, your slick unable to stay within the limits of your clothes, leaking and dripping down the sides of him and onto the mattress below. Your thighs convulse around his waist, his hold on you continuing your thrusts, dragging out your orgasm until your own hands find his and rip him away from you.
âYa ainât done yet, sugar,â Joel gruffs, grabbing the globes of your ass cheeks and dragging you down, letting you feel his ignored and now raging erection.Â
âNever said I was,â you purr, a soft moan blessing his ears at the feel of his bulge against your ass. He can feel your smirk against his chest.Â
Body still trembling, Joel lifts your ass in the air, sliding your bottoms down over the curve of your body. The stickiness of your panties pulls off with a wet squelch, the cool air of the room mingling with the wet warmth of your bare pussy, the stark contrast forcing chills to run through your veins.Â
âGod,â he murmurs as you give a little wiggle of your ass in the air. âPretty as a peach, huh, darlinâ?â He guides you lower, pushing you down onto his bulge. The hardness of him beneath you immediately sends a fiery need to your core. Your hands move on their own as you pull your body up, reaching for the buttons and zipper of his jeans, undoing them with ease despite the eager shake of your hand. You pull the jeans down just enough to let his cock spring free, thick and angry and leaking.Â
âOh, fuck,â you swallow your gasp. âGod, I need you so bad,â you whine, already lifting up to line the tip of him to your swollen cunt.Â
You sink down with a breathless moan, your head flying back as your hands grip onto his tummy to keep you from buckling.Â
Joelâs breathing stutters, his moans filling the air as you practically choke his cock. âShit- so fuckin- fuckinâ tight.â His hands find their home on the meat of your ass, holding you tight, grounding himself from coming like a damn teenager.
You move slowly at first, savoring the way he feels inside of you, how big he is. God, you donât think youâve ever taken anything quite as long and as thick as him. Your heart skips a beat at that, knowing that heâs ruined you for anyone else.Â
It isnât long before the raw need takes over, and you move faster, hips rolling back and forth as you ride him, the wet sound of skin against skin as you alternate to a bounce ever so often.Â
Despite the risk of hurting his back even more, he canât stop himself from gripping you tighter, his nails digging into your flesh as his hips buck up into you, starting their own rhythm, meeting every one of your thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming with the size of him; itâs a perfect mix of pleasure and pain, mixing sweet whines of ecstasy with whines of overstimulation, and itâs the best music to have ever graced his ears.Â
âLook at ya,â he grunts. âFuckinâ made for this, werenât ya? Fuckinâ made for takinâ this cock, huh, sweetheart?âÂ
You nod weakly at his words. They send a flutter down your belly to your pussy, and his mouth is all it takes to send you to your second brink of collapse â your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you move, as he drives himself into you without abandon.Â
Every thrust pushes you further to the edge, the sting of the stretch, the sensation of being so full â itâs almost too much to bear. He can hear it in the way your cries change. Itâs becoming too much.Â
âYâ can take it, sweetheart, almost there,â he grunts. His hands take over in guiding your movements, urging you faster, harder, bringing you both to the cliffâs edge.Â
âCâmon, baby, can feel her squeezinâ me, know she wanna come, baby. Breathe, doll, jusâ let go,â he rasps, his words coming in staggered.
The wet tightness of your walls, both the feel and the sound, causes Joel to fall first â a low, guttural groan filling the room as he fills you with his hot, thick spend.
The sensation of him pulsing inside you, unloading everything heâs worth, sends you over your edge, your pussy clenching around his cock as you come, the sensation rippling through you, shredding your vocal cords as you scream out in pleasure.Â
Everything goes dark for you, nothing but the fuzzy sound of Joelâs sweet praises at the top of your head as he guides you through your come down.Â
âDid so fuckinâ good fâ me, darlinâ,â he murmurs. âSweet girl.â
For an asshole, who knew he could be so sweet?Â
You roll off of Joel as soon as your heart steadies, your entire body on fire from all the exertion. You can feel Joelâs body stiffen as you use him for support. His back is killing him right now.
A few moments pass as your eyes slowly start to close, but the deep gruff of your name stops you from dozing.Â
You turn your head to the man beside you. âYes?âÂ
For the first time today, itâs Joel who canât make eye contact with you. âCan you, uh⊠can you-â he clears his throat, trying to rid himself of his awkwardness. âCan you warm up the heat pack again?âÂ
Your smirk lifts your cheek before you can even try to stop it. âCome again?âÂ
He lets out a frustrated huff. And he canât turn away from you. His back is killing him right now. âMy back-â
âYeah, what about your back?âÂ
âYou fuckinâ little shit-â
You giggle as you flip onto your side, your hand holding your head up to get a better look at him. âYour back is hurting, baby? Need me to get the heat pack for you, hm?âÂ
He doesnât respond. He just has the deepest, most grumpiest scowl known to man on display.Â
âOh, come on. You need my help, is that it? Need to hear you say it, unc.â You emphasize the last syllable of your sentence, a belly laugh threatening to escape you.Â
Oh, two can play at that game. âYeah, baby, I need your help. I need the help from my beautiful, beautiful niece, hm? My beautiful, needy niece whose pussy gets all soaked jusâ thinkinâ âbout me, huh? Gets all wet and needy thinkinâ âbout her uncle-â
Your resolve finally snaps, your eyes clamping shut as you cover your ears, loud la la laâs coming from your mouth as you ungraciously roll yourself off of his bed. âEnough, fine! Fine! Fuckinâ nasty,â you groan as you make your way to the kitchen.Â
ââM not the one who started it, sweetheart,â Joel says, a triumphant smile plastered across his cocky face.Â
âI made you cookies by the way,â you yell after a beat. âWant one?âÂ
Joelâs hand reaches for his belly. He doesnât need one, thatâs for sure. âYeah,â he responds not a second later.Â
You come back to his bedroom, heat pack in one hand, no cookie in the other. You hand him the heat pack. You make him adjust it himself.Â
âWhereâs the cookie?â He asks, a tinge of impatience on his tongue.Â
âOh, I thought you were gonna come down and get it.âÂ
He looks at you incredulously.Â
âI just figured you wanted to start being more independent and all. Given how strenuous you were being a few moments ago,â you offer with a faux innocence. Â
âI swear to fuckinâ God, when I get my hands on you-â
âYour hands on me? Yeah? When?â You start making your way out of his bedroom. âCome get me if you wanna show me a lesson. Know you been dying to all week.âÂ
If he can fuck you the way he did, maybe full-time bed rest isnât what Joel needs. He needs to stretch and move around; he needs to activate his muscles, especially being on the older side. It really is basic biology.
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devil's in the backseat
bucky barnes x reader
word count: 3.7k
summary/prompt: a night at coney island with your friends turns out much differently than expected.
or getting fucked in front of a mirror
author's note: this is my first halloween fic!! this was so much fun to write. if you've read haunting adeline, then you know exactly what inspired the mirror maze scene! also disclaimer i have never been to coney island so if any of this is inaccurate then just pretend ok it's fiction :))
warnings/tags: smut, 18+ only content, sex in a public setting, mirror sex, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, friends to lovers, romanogers makes an appearance! kind of grumpy!reader, protective bucky, random men being creepy, language, reader is afab, she/her pronouns, reader pov, no use of y/n, porn with a little plot, fluff
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âI can't fucking believe I let you talk me into wearing this.â
You tug the tight, cherry red colored velvet fabric of the babydoll dress in place for the dozenth time since arriving at Coney Island.
âWhat? You look hot. Plus, our costumes go great together.â
Natasha's costume mirrors your own - except hers is a pearlescent white and instead of a pitchfork and horns, she dons angel wings and a halo.
âI don't feel hot. I feel cold. It's fifty degrees and the sun hasn't even set yet.â If it wasn't for the black thigh high boots that cover the majority of your legs, you'd be shivering in the chilly late October weather.
âIt's not my fault that you put off getting a costume until the last minute and had to pick through what little was left at Spirit Halloween,â she mumbles, passing you one of the cups of apple cider that the cashier hands to her. You gladly accept, sucking down the hot liquid in hopes that it will warm you from the inside.
Her phone dings as the two of you walk towards the rides. âIt's Steve,â she informs you as she reads the text message. âThey just got here,â she looks back up at you with a smirk on her face and a mischievous gleam in her eye. âBucky decided to come with them.â
You roll your eyes, suddenly hating your borderline provocative costume even more.
âI thought he was leaving for a job in Denver this evening?â
It's not that you didn't want to see Bucky. It's that you didn't want to see Bucky dressed like this. As if you don't already get flustered around him when you're dressed in normal, everyday clothing. The hem of your dress barely conceals the curve of your ass and your tits are practically spilling over the low neckline.
âGuess it's been postponed,â she shrugs, nudging you with her shoulder.
The two of you turn to look in the opposite direction when a familiar voice calls your names. You see Steve, Sam, and Bucky walking towards you. Steve is dressed as a pirate, eyepatch and all. Sam wears a cowboy costume with an oversized hat, concealing the upper half of his face entirely.
And Bucky? Bucky wears jeans and a navy blue Henley.
Yeah, you're regretting any of your life choices that lead up to this moment.
âWell, well, well,â Sam drawls as he tips his hat back enough to take in yours and Natashaâs outfits. âLook what we have here. An angel and a devil. Have you two already entered the costume contest for best duo or should I go add your names?â
âYou wouldn't dare,â you scold him. Natasha just laughs, falling into Steveâs embrace as he plants a kiss to her forehead.
âWe should, you know,â Natasha agrees. âI think we'd have a pretty good shot at winning.â
âYeah, right,â you retort, looking around at some of the more elaborate, creative costumes that many of the strangers around you are sporting. You notice a man and woman dressed as Beetlejuice and Lydia Deetz and know that you and Nat wouldn't stand a chance in a costume contest. âAnd what about you?â You acknowledge Bucky, your eyes skimming up and down his civilian clothes. âDidn't have time to pull together a costume?â
He smirks, his eyes trailing up your figure for a heated moment before he responds. âI'll have you know that I am in costume, actually.â
Steve and Sam both snort in laughter.
âOh yeah? And what are you supposed to be, exactly?â
He tugs up the sleeve of his shirt, showing off the shiny vibranium that is his left arm.
âI'm the Winter Soldier,â he says with a smug grin. âObviously.â
âHow creative,â you praise sarcastically.
âCut me some slack,â he feigns insult. âI was supposed to be halfway to Colorado right now. I didn't have time to pull together anything too cute.â His eyes flicker to your dress and boots at the word cute. If anyone else notices, they say nothing.
âWhat are we doing just standing around here?â Natasha exclaims, tugging Steve in the direction of the rides and games. âI want to ride every ride and eat funnel cake.â
They race ahead of the rest of you, with Sam close behind, leaving you and Bucky to fall into step beside each other.
âSo, why did your mission get postponed?â You ask casually, trying to fight down the nerves that threaten to bubble over every time you're alone with him.
âBeats me,â he shrugs. âFury didn't give much of an explanation. I got the text as I was loading my bags into the car to head out.â
âThat's annoying,â you mumble, swallowing the remnants of your hot apple cider. âI'm sorry,â you tell him with a glance in his direction. âI'm sure it was for a good reason.â
He shrugs. âI'm here, so I can't be too mad about it.â
Before you can overthink exactly what he means by that, you're both brought to a halt when a jolly looking man in a Ghostbusters costume steps directly in front of you, blocking your path.
âThis little devil looks like she needs a giant sloth!â He exclaims, gesturing towards the prizes hanging above the balloon darts station next to you.
âOh, no,â you start. âThatâs okayââ
âCome on!â The red-faced vendor insists, looking at Bucky. âDon't you want to win your girl a giant sloth? Perhaps a giant giraffe? If she was mine, I'd be winning her any prize she wants. I'll give you five throws for ten dollââ
âFine, fine,â Bucky relents, digging into his back pocket for his wallet. You notice a faint hint of pink blooms along the apples of his cheeks, but he doesn't correct the man when he calls you his girl. âYou've worn me down,â he sighs as he shoves a crumpled ten dollar bill into the man's hand.
The man accepts the money with a satisfied, toothy grin and hands Bucky five darts.
âIf you get three out of the five throws, you can choose a prize from here,â the man gestures towards a section of smaller prizes. âAnd if you get all five throws, you can chooseââ
The man is cut off by the sharp popping sound of a balloon, and then a second, and a third, until all five darts have been impaled on the board in a consecutive line in a matter of seconds.
âShe'll take the bunny,â Bucky tells him before he can erase the stunned look off of his face. He points to a large, flop-eared purple bunny hanging from the upper row of prizes.
Unlike the vendor, you aren't shocked by his perfect aim at all. Anyone who knows Bucky would have known that he wouldn't miss a single shot. You are shocked, however, that he chose the bunny without even asking which prize you want.
The man in the Ghostbusters costume grabs the bunny and hands it to you, surprise still etched on his face. He mumbles a quick goodnight before he's moving onto the next people approaching the stand.
âHow did you know I'd want the bunny?â You ask Bucky, trying to juggle the stuffed animal, your empty cup of cider, and your pitchfork all in your arms.
âYou like bunnies, right? It was an educated guess.â He shrugs, moving through a thick crowd of people away from the game stations. âHere, let me carry it for you,â he offers when he notices the large stuffed animal is obstructing your vision. You hand it over to him and he tucks it underneath his metal arm.
âThank you,â you tell him, your cheeks heating at the realization that he'd remembered such an inconsequential piece of information about you. You do like bunnies. The cold night air suddenly feels a lot more balmy.
âI'm - uh - I'm going to find a trash can real quick,â you say as you wiggle the empty cup in your hand. Truthfully, you just need a moment to collect yourself.
You begin walking in the opposite direction before he can reply, your eyes scanning the throng of people for a garbage can.
So what if he knows that you like bunnies? It's a pretty trivial fact that probably means nothing. You know that Natashaâs favorite animal is flamingos - because she's your friend. It's normal for friends to know things that their friends like.
Right? Right.
âI like that outfit a whole lot, baby. But I think you'd look even cuter in just the boots and those horns.â
You're so lost in your internal monologue that you don't even notice two men closing in on you as you toss the empty cup into a trash can. Unlike most of the people here tonight, neither of them are in costumes. They stand so close to you that you can smell booze on their breath.
âOh, fuck off,â you groan as you attempt to walk away, but they've effectively blocked you between their bodies and the large garbage can behind you. Wicked grins grow on their faces as you realize that you can't get by them.
âLook, I donât have the patience for this tonight. Get out of my fucking way.â
âOr what?â One of them taunts. âYou'll use that little pitchfork on us? Jokes on you, because we're into that.â
âWhat if I used it on you?â A familiar voice comes from behind them. âWould you still like that?â
Before they can even turn around to identify the voice, Bucky is pulling him back by the hood of his sweatshirt and throwing him on the ground with little to no effort. The other one attempts to stumble away as Bucky turns his attention to him.
He still has your bunny clutched in his flesh hand - despite the seriousness of the situation, you have to bite your lip to keep from smirking at the sight. You don't know of anyone who could be quite as intimidating while holding a stuffed purple bunny.
âWhat about you?â Bucky asks, towering over the guy by half a foot. âYou got anything you wanna say?â
âI - no - we didn't know she was with someone,â he half slurs, half stutters out. His gaze flickers to Bucky's vibranium hand. The man on the ground manages to stand back up, following after his friend.
âNow you know,â Bucky calls after them as they quickly hobble away.
âI had that handled, you know,â you tell Bucky with a nod towards your pitchfork. âBut thank you, anyway. Really.â
He places a gentle but firm grasp on the top of your arms and begins to tug you in the opposite direction, guiding you through the small crowd that had stopped to witness the altercation.
âI have no doubt about that,â he sighs, releasing his grip on you when the two of you are a reasonable distance away. âBut I also don't doubt that you handling it would have drawn even more attention.â
He's right. If he hadn't stepped in, your method of handling it would have been even more dramatic.
âThey would have deserved it,â you mumble. âI knew I shouldn't have worn this stupid costume.â
âThey definitely would have deserved it,â he agrees. âAnd your costume isn't stupid. You should be able to wear any costume you like without getting harassed by drunk assholes.â
The two of you approach the ferris wheel as it comes to a slow stop, a couple getting out of one of the cars. You and Bucky flash your wristbands to the operator, who offers to hold your pitchfork for you while youâre on the ride.
âBesides,â he continues as you sit down next to each other in the car, the operator locking the gate in place. âI happen to like your costume. A lot.â He turns his head to you, his gaze trailing from the tops of your thigh high boots and up to the felt horns that adorn your head.
There's a shift in energy as the ferris wheel suddenly comes to life, sending you sliding across the limited space of the metal bench seat and right up against him.
âOh, yeah?â You tease with your face a few inches from his. Close enough to see your reflection in his irises. âIs that why two different people have implied that I'm yours tonight and you haven't corrected either of them?â
âYour costume had nothing to do with that. I wouldn't have corrected them even if you were dressed as a giant banana,â he says, his tone and face both serious. âDoes it bother you that I didn't correct them?â
âNo,â you answer automatically - eagerly. You should feel embarrassed, but with the way he's looking at you, and how good it feels to be pressed so snug against him, you can't find it within yourself to care. âI didn't correct them either,â you point out.
The ferris wheel comes to a stop to let new people get on when your cart reaches the peak.
âAnd why is that?â he asks lowly. If you weren't sitting so close to him, you wouldn't have been able to hear him over the obnoxiously loud carnival music that pours from speakers in between the ferris wheel's carts.
He wraps his metal arm around your shoulders, pulling you further into him.
âBecause I liked the sound of it,â you answer honestly. Your voice quivers - from nerves, or from a gust of wind that sways the pod still perching at the top of the wheel.
âIs that right?â he murmurs. He places his flesh hand on the exposed skin of your thigh - just above the top of your boot and just under the hem of your dress. His fingertips rest near the crack between your thighs. Instinctively, you spread your legs apart - not much, but enough for him to smirk at your body's automatic response to his touch.
âYou like the sound of being my girl?â
âYeah,â you breathe. âI do. Is that okay with you?â
He chuckles, his fingers inching further up your thigh. You spread your legs open further, giving him the go ahead to go as high as he wants. He stops when he reaches the apex of your thighs, just an inch away from the cloth of your panties. He applies pressure with his fingertips, his short nails digging into the sensitive flesh and making you clench your legs around his hand.
âThat depends,â he contemplates. âAre you my girl?â
You open your mouth to answer when the sensation of his index finger grazing the fabric that covers your cunt makes you forget how to speak. You sit there with your mouth agape as he hooks a finger into the cotton panties.
He eases a finger through your folds, lubricating it in your slick before adding a second finger and massaging the pads of them over your sensitive clit.
âFeels like you're my girl.â
You become vaguely aware of the fact that the ride is now in motion once more, heading back down to the ground, when Bucky places the stuffed bunny on your lap in an effort to conceal what is happening in the cart that you and him share.
He alternates between slow, languid circles and quick strokes against your clit as the ferris wheel makes its way down and then back up again. You can feel yourself soaking your underwear as the world dizzies around you. You hide your face in Bucky's neck to conceal the pleasure written across your face.
You're seconds away from coming against his fingers, the pressure in your belly building to a climax, when he pulls away and tugs your dress into place. Your gaze snaps up to his, shooting daggers, as the ride comes to a slow stop. He looks back at you with an amused smirk as the operator approaches the cart to unlock the gate.
âSorry about that, sweetheart,â he tells you in a strained voice as he snatches the bunny back from you. âAfter you,â he motions with his head as the operator holds the gate open for you.
Stunned and speechless at what just happened, you stumble out of the cart and down the stairs to the ride's exit with Bucky behind you - both of you completely forgetting about your pitchfork. You can't help but snort a laugh at the position of the large stuffed animal - directly over Buckyâs crotch.
âReal discreet,â you tell him, glancing down at the bunny and then back up to the semi-pained expression on his face.
âI have to admit, right now this thing is worth every penny that I spent on it,â he sighs, and then removes one hand from the bunny to place it on your lower back. âFollow me,â he instructs with a smirk.
He guides you through the crowd and you follow him without question, just trying to ignore the wet ache between your legs.
You shoot him a quizzical look when you arrive at the house of mirrors. You haven't been in a mirror maze since you'd gotten lost in one at ten years old.
There's an attendant sitting in a chair outside of the entrance who unenthusiastically greets the two of you. Bucky reaches into his pocket, digging out his wallet for the second time that evening. He pulls out a hundred dollar bill and flashes it at the elderly man smoking a Pall Mall.
âTake this and don't let anyone else in until we come out,â Bucky tells him before dragging you into the attraction. You and the gray haired man both go wide eyed.
âWhat was that?â you cackle as the door slams to a close behind you. Bucky doesn't answer, just grabs one of your hands in his and begins guiding you through the maze of mirrors as if he's been here a hundred times.
The entire place is lit by bright, neon red lights that only aid in further confusing your sense of direction. Bucky doesnât seem phased in the slightest, finally coming to a stop after a few minutes of maneuvering through the endless mirrors.
âYou never answered me, you know,â he says as he drops your bunny to the floor. âWhen I asked if you're my girl.â He smirks at you, stepping closer to you and backing you against the mirror behind you.
âYou just paid that man a hundred dollars to get me alone,â you jab as you pull him to you by the front of his Henley. âI think it's safe to say that I am.â
He smiles as you pull him down to you, crushing your lips to his. His hands trail down your back until they land where your thighs meet the curve of your ass cheeks. You release months worth of tension into the kiss, sweeping your tongue along the swell of his bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth the second that he parts his lips for you. He groans into the kiss, kneading the globes of your ass with his fingers. You can feel a prominent bulge through his jeans against your stomach.
Adrenaline begins to kick in when he pulls away, looking down at you with lust blown pupils. He sinks to the floor below you, kneeling in front of your cunt as he raises your dress around your waist and tugs your panties down your legs and over your boots. He slips them into his back pocket before hiking one of your legs across his shoulder.
You can already feel your juices leaking down your inner thighs before his mouth makes contact with you. When he does, you lean your head back against the glass behind you in pleasure.
He sucks your clit between his kiss-swollen lips with an obscene pop before running his tongue down your folds. He plunges his tongue inside you and you grind yourself against his face, chasing the release that you were seconds away from on the ferris wheel.
He moans at the taste of you and the vibration has your walls clenching around his tongue. You ride out your orgasm on his face, the neon red lights blurring and spinning around you.
Despite the fact that your legs feel like jelly, you pull him up to you as soon as you're able to form a coherent thought. You clumsily paw at the button of his pants and his zipper, and he shoves both his jeans and boxers down over his ass, just far enough to free his cock.
He places both of his hands just under your armpits and lifts you as you instinctively lock your legs around his hips.
The head of his cock nudges your wet folds, your juices coating his length before he nudges it inside you.
You feel full before he's even halfway in you. Your walls constrict around him and he digs his teeth into his bottom lip as he adjusts to the sensation of you.
âFuck, that's tight. You're perfect,â he grunts as he sheaths the rest of his length into you. You let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a gasp.
He has total control as he cradles you between his body and the cold, hard mirror behind you. He sets a harsh pace, his head ramming against your cervix at the sweetest angle from his position beneath you.
He manages to support you with the strength of only his vibranium arm as he brings his flesh hand between your bodies, once again massaging your clit in rapid circles as he fucks up into you.
You cum around his length in a shockingly short amount of time, digging your teeth into the flesh of his neck as he follows after you, filling you up with hot ropes of his cum.
You stay in the same position after you've both reached your climax, panting against one another in the claustrophobic feeling space.
âWe should probably go find our friends,â you say breathlessly with a kiss to the side of his face. âSam's probably getting sick of being a third wheel.â
He pulls out of you, his cum running down your thighs and ass cheeks. He gently lowers you back down to the ground as he begins to tuck himself back into his pants.
He laughs, cupping your face in his hands as he pulls your lips to his once again.
âIf he hates being a third wheel, just imagine how much he's going to hate being a fifth wheel.â
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didnât know if youâd care if i came back
pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader
warnings: sweetness. tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff fluff fluff. grumpy x grumpy sweethearts who havenât defined the relationship lol. cuddling. blink and youâll miss it mention of body insecurities. uhhh if iâm missing something that should be tagged pls let me know!
words: 1.7k
notes: idk where this came from but if youâre noticing repeating themes in my writings - no youâre not.
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âGet out,â you speak, your ever present annoyance clear in your voice while your stone face is completely unaffected as you type on your phone, not bothering to so much as glance at the door. Youâre comfy in your bed while your space heater hums and you keep typing away as you hear the door click shut once again.
Your blanket is pulled and your bed shifts beneath you as you type faster, working to finish your thought before it slips away completely. Still not looking at anything but your screen,
âGet off my bed,â you demand to no avail.
âShut up,â he grumbles, his own constant annoyance audible as he easily wraps you up in his strong arms. Your soft body presses against his as you maintain focus on your phone, rolling into his hold while maneuvering your device from hitting him. One last sentence and youâre done. You hit save and then let your phone drop after locking it.
âWhat happened to hello?â he asks harshly as he holds you close.
âYou were busy,â you shrug matter of factly, face in his chest as you get comfortable.
âLook at me,â he demands, forcing you to angle your face to meet his eye as you sigh with a roll of your eyes.
âWhat?â you humph. âIâve been gone three days, you havenât even had time to miss me.â
âI donât care if youâve only been gone three minutes,â he squeezes your jaw a bit, eliciting a sharp breath from you as your gaze softens up at him. âIf youâre not right next to me, doll, Iâm missing you.â
The sincerity and warmth in his normally icy blue eyes has your heart melting just a little more. He missed you⊠he really missed you?
Itâs atypical for you, but you donât have anything to say in refute as you stare back at him - a part of you waiting to see something that will give him away and confirm your suspicions that heâs lying. The other just wanting to commit that look in his eyes and the gorgeous color to memory.
He missed you.
No oneâs ever missed you beforeâŠnot really.
He came to your room of his own free will, just to see you? Heâs holding you so close and you donât think youâve ever felt so warm or welcome.
Or wanted.
And heâs not even trying to get you out of your clothes. Heâs just here. To be here. To see you. Because he missed you.
He missed you.
âAnd for the record,â he continues speaking, interrupting your thoughts, âI wonât ever be too busy for you.â His eyes soften even more as he notices the growing emotion welling in them as you work to maintain your facade of careless, feel nothing, grump. He knows the feeling. He knows you.
He brushes his lips softly on your forehead and he feels your fingers tighten ever so slightly in his shirt as you let yourself relax a bit more into him, âNot for you,â he mumbles his promise.
You fight a shudder as you blink your eyes, batting your lashes in an attempt to fight the sting of welling tears before they have a chance to fall. Damn this man and his uncanny ability to have your walls crumbling around him within mere minutes.
Youâre still not even sure how this all started. It was one night together on a mission.
And then another night together back home.
And then another.
And another.
And then an afternoon together. And then a morning.
And then a full day.
Into the next.
And then it was sharing beds every now and again.
And dinners.
And then more and more frequent sleepovers. And now itâs? You arenât sure.
It went from just desperate late night sex toâŠto whatever this is.
But, whatever it is, you think it might be for the better. Bucky helps you feelâŠbetter.
Safe.
Cared for.
Loved.
You push that thought away. Thatâs justâŠtoo much.
Isnât it?
You cuddle into him despite yourself, nuzzling into his chest for comfort.
âSorry.â
Itâs nearly a whisper, but he hears you. His big hand rubbing soothingly up and down your back as he keeps you to him.
âI wan-,â you bite your tongue, swallowing the lump growing in your throat.
I wanted to, you were going to say, to see you first. Just didnât want to bug you.
You hear his response in your mind as you thoughtlessly press your lips. âYouâre not a bug. Youâre not a burden.â You know what heâll say, and you want to believe him. But you donât think you can hear him say it right now without the damn breaking.
You try to clear your throat as you let your hands wander him and speak a little louder now,
âI missed you.â
Heâs smiling softly, not that you can see it, as he grabs your hand gently caressing his side and brings it to his lips. Your gaze follows the movement curiously before you watch him kiss your hand. Your stomach flutters at the small act of affection.
Bucky tugs you closer and you lift your leg to hook over his, just wanting to be closer, to feel him more.
âAnd how dare you try to kick me out of my own room,â he scolds.
You laugh, real and true as you shove him a bit. âThis is not your room,â you deny.
His toothy grin is infectious as he eyes you. âOh yeah?â he says, reaching behind you to grab something, âthen whatâs my pillow doing in here?â
You freeze for half a second, he notices but doesnât mention it, as your eyes widen ever so slightly. No, you think, you definitely put that back before you left.
You quirk a brow as you turn to see his pillow in his hand before he drops it back on the bed. You know you put his pillow back, and waitâŠthat wasnât even the pillow you had.
Why would his pillow be in here, unlessâŠ
âYou slept in here?â you ask, your voice much softer than you intended as you look in his eyes.
His smirk has lightened drastically, but still gently tugs on the corner of his lips as he tries to read your thoughts. He nods a little, breaking eye contact for a quick moment as he wets his lips out of habit,
âI missed you.â
Your own lips quirk at the corner as you feel your heart swell.
âAnd you were due back here at four this morning,â he adds.
He was waiting for you.
You knew someone at the tower was monitoring the flight itinerary but youâd assumed it was Stark or Fury. Now you know it was him. And your heart somehow feels like itâs gonna burst out of your chest as your tummy tingles with something you donât think you can actually name.
But itâs good.
Better than good.
Oh god.
Maybe it is loveâŠ
He turns to lay on his back and takes you with him as he does.
You groan a bit and try to shuffle off him, not wanting to crush him despite his super soldier status. He doesnât let you, not that youâre surprised. He keeps his hands on you, one on your bent thigh and the other around your back, resting protectively on the curve of your waist meeting your hip.
He loves the feeling of your body on his, revels in your weight resting on top of him - in every circumstance. Your curves, your softness, your warmth.
You.
âDonât even think about it,â he grumbles, letting his eyes close as he relaxes into the mattress. You sigh, staring at his contented face while his hands gently squeeze you comfortingly.
You watch him for a while, enraptured by his peaceful rest until you really feel his breaths even out. Heâs sleeping like a baby as you lay on top of him and you canât help your disbelieving titter. How this is comfortable for him, youâll never know.
You let a hand touch his cheek gently, your fingers brushing his five oâclock shadow. You angle yourself to put a delicate kiss on his stubbly jaw. You donât notice his nose twitch a bit or the tiniest furrow of his brow as you pull away.
Your fingers card through his hair as you admire him. You take a deep breath. If you can feel it, you can say itâŠ
Another stuttered breath. âI,â you start, âI love you,â you murmur softly, sure he canât hear you. You lean just a touch closer, lips just brushing his cheek. âI really love you.â
You feel a little proud of yourself as you pull away. You said it. You donât know the last time you told someone you loved them. Canât remember the last time you really felt it, or felt safe enough to say it. Sure, heâs sleeping, but still. You said it. And if you said it now, you know you can say it again. One day. When heâs awake. When youâre ready. You smile to yourself before you let your head rest on his chest, content now to sleep for a bit too in the comfort of his presence.
Buckyâs heart is beating so damn loudly heâs a little terrified youâll hear it as you make yourself more comfortable atop him. He wants to squeeze you and tell you how much he loves you too, to kiss you til youâre dizzy and make sure you really understand just how deeply in love with you he is.
But he knows he wasnât really meant to hear that just now. And despite that, heâs really glad that he did.
Because you love him.
You really love him.
He knows this is new to you, and youâre still trying to get used to it, to figure it all out, despite the fact that thereâs no mystery here for you to solve. But he doesnât mind moving at whatever pace you want or need. After so long, he never thought heâd find this. Never thought heâd feel this again.
And then came you.
Youâre his perfect match. And his best friend.
And you love him.
Buckyâs never really felt lucky in his life. But here and now, with you starting to mumble softly as you lay on his chest, trusting him, loving him, well heâd consider himself the luckiest man in the world.
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home
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
description: in which spencer gets home and he needs you.
tags: MDNI smut! and fluff, established relationship, sleepy sex, pinv, little praise, brief nipple stuff (im a creature of habit), cockwarming, aftercare, this is just sweet and quiet.
a/n: anon who sent in the req, this is for you :) little gilmore girls adjacent line there at the end because i have that show memorised and i think its silly. smut is slowly getting easier for me to right and im really happy about that. happy reading! tell me what you think
wc: 1.3k
you feel the all so familiar lips on your shoulder and you know. you stir awake. with a groggy groan, you open your eyes and turn your head around. the strap of your tank top is peeled down to your arm and a messy mop of curls is tucked into your neck. he's home.
âhey,â you whisper. âyou're home.â
spencer lifts his head up, âyeah, baby.â
you scoot back into him, needing him to be closer. chuckling, when you feel an unmistakable hardness against your ass. you nudge your nose against his.Â
âyou okay?â
âmhm. you're just so pretty,â he responds, lip caught between his teeth, eyes glistening even in the low light. you could see the need in his eyes, and even barely awake, you felt compelled to tease him.
you turn to face him, subtly wedging a leg between his. action ever so slightly causing some friction, just enough that it seemed innocuous. you scrunch your nose up appreciatively, muttering a quiet âthank youâ, pressing your thigh more firmly against him.Â
he pouts, knowing what you're doing. âplease,â he mumbles.
âplease, what?â you taunt, playing dumb.
âi need you, please angel,â he whines, hand finding your waist.
you caress his cheek lightly with your knuckles, the gentleness making him shiver, so sensitive. you smile at him and he returns it. âyou have me, spence. whenever you want.â
he leans into your touch, eyebrows furrowed in mild exasperation. âwhy tease me then?â he implores.Â
âit's fun,â you offer up uselessly with a shrug. everytime you do, it draws something whiny from him and you find it so endearing.Â
he huffs, in disbelief and amusement. âyou're impossible.â
âyou love me,â you retort, melting into the pillow.
âi do,â he confirms with a nod, leaning in to kiss your lips, lingering for a moment to see if you'll kiss him back.
you do, it's a little sloppy but he's okay taking the lead. his tongue slips into your mouth as he slowly pushes you to lay on your back. finding the waistband of your shorts, he pulls them down along with your underwear. your legs instinctively part as he lifts himself to settle between them. he dips his head down to capture your lips again, the kiss more frenzied this time. his hand trails up to your shoulder pulling the other strap of your tank top too and bunching the fabric at your waist so your tits were out. you weakly paw at his t-shirt and he takes it off, kicking his pants and underwear off in the process, clothes in a tangled mess somewhere under the duvet.
he mouths at your neck, sucking lightly. his hand trails over your breast, kneading the flesh. his thumb grazes your nipple and it stiffens. he rolls the bud between his fingers, making you quiver, causing arousal to pool between your thighs.
âspence,â you whimper.
âi got you,â he responds quickly, dipping his fingers between your folds. groaning when he feels the wetness there. âalways so wet for me,â he murmurs. your eyes flutter shut as he gently circles your clit.
âdo you need my fingers first? or are you ready?â he inquires.
 ââm okay. i can take it,â you reassure him, your tone a little petulant because of the lingering sleep.Â
you look so unbelievably soft, he's afraid that he might break you. âi know you can, angel, but it's been a week.â
âneed you inside me,â you slur.
your gaze meets his, equally clouded in lust. he takes the plunge, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance. he pushes in slowly, matching your sigh when he bottoms out.Â
he stays there for a moment, relishing in the way you wrap around him. it's warm and soft and wet and overwhelmingly you, he couldnât imagine being anywhere else.Â
you seem just as content as him when you don't urge him to move immediately, raising your arms to pull him closer. your fingers trace the subtle lines of muscle on his shoulder blades, hallowed paths that youâre well accustomed to.Â
your walls flutter around him and he buries his head into the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your skin, lips pressed firmly against you because he wants you to have it all, to absorb it, to take it.Â
âperfect girl, you feel so good. so so good for me,â his words are muffled but heard by you all the same as he draws his hips back, only to somehow push in deeper.Â
it goes like this. languid thrusts by him and soothing passes over his spine by you. itâs tranquil, the way that he fucks youâfor a lack of a less crude word. it isn't making love either, in the sense that it isn't passionate or intense. but it's sweet, done with ease. practised motions of his hips has him dragging against your sweet spot incessantly. he can hear the hushed ahâs you let out, and god does he love how you sound.Â
âi missed you,â he drawls into your neck, lips pressing feathery kisses to your skin.
your hand snakes into his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. âi missed you too, sweet boy.â
his pace quickens, ever so slightly, in mollified desperation. you almost feel a little bad that he's doing all the work, but you're too tired to think about itâand he feels fucking incredible inside youâso you happily let him. he lurks his hand between your bodies to rub at your clit again, angling his thrusts higher.
âfuck, baby, like that,â you keen.
âyeah?â he pants.
just like that. your orgasm washes over you in a wave of blissâhigh, high and higher. the feel of you squeezing around him, drives him over the edge too. his hips snap as he fucks you through it, once, twice, and then he stills.Â
he raises his head from your shoulder, âhi pretty,â he whispers, soft smile gracing his lips.
you hum in acknowledgement, the post orgasmic haze lulling you back to sleep. he chuckles quietly, brushing his lips over your forehead. he cautiously pulls out as to not wake you, corners of his mouth twitching when you make an incoherent noise at the feeling.Â
he grabs a damp towel, warily cleaning the mess. he's careful when he redresses you, slipping on a clean pair of underwear and pulling the straps of your top over your shoulders, kissing either joint before lying down next to you. he pulls the covers up, starkly reminded of how cold you keep the room, holding your hand as he falls asleep too.Â
your eyes flit open hours later at the feel of his fingers skimming over your face. rays of sunlight peek through the gap in the curtain. you look up at him, already staring down at you.
âcreep,â you rasp, though there's no malice behind your words.
âi'm sorry, i didnât mean to wake you,â he apologises.
âwhich time?â
âboth,â he lets out sheepishly.
âitâs okay, i'm not,â you counter as you throw an arm over him and tuck yourself into his side.
he wraps his around you in turn, smiling into your hair. you rest your chin on his chest, half-lidded eyes staring into his wide eyed brown ones.
âwhat time is it?â you inquire, too lazy to check the clock that sat atop your bedside table.
âlate,â he says, running his hand down your arm and up again.
âiâm hungry, i want pancakes. can we make pancakes?â
âwe can make whatever you want, sweetheart,â he answers, prompting you to grin and spring upright.
you notice the clothes on your body and you stick your bottom lip out, âyouâre sweet.â you look at him a moment longer, eyes following the features of his face in awe. you pull him up to hug him tightly.
âoh, iâm so happy youâre home.â you chirp giddily.
he squeezes you, âthey say absence makes the heart grow fonder.â
you let go of him, jumping out of the bed. âyeah, well. sex does that too.â
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PENCIL SKIRT dad!Matt x nanny!Reader
smut, back shots, standing doggy, mirror sex, degradation, breeding kink
The bathroom mirror reflected each tear on your face, as if to mock you for being so sensitive. Each pull on your hair, each harsh and merciless thrust had your insides twisting and turning. âMr Sturniolo-â You chocked out his name, your grip hardening around the edge of the bathroom sink, the porcelain ceramic being the only thing keeping you grounded.
Meanwhile, Matthew Sturniolo didnât hold back. He grunted, grabbing your hip with the hand that wasnât buried in your hair. Your knees were almost completely useless, and if it werenât for your position, bent over the sink, you did not think youâd still be standing on your two feet. Your usually neat, black pencil skirt was rolled up to you waist and your panties hung low around your heels.
White pre-cum leaked from Mattâs tip into your warmth, dripping on the floor every split-second he pulled out before burying his length within you again. âSo wet fâme, yeah? Not very professional of you, is it?â Your eyelids closed tight, ears catching each groan that rippled from his throat. âIs it, y/n?!â Matthew asked again, more sternly. You shook you head quickly. He picked up his pace, slamming into you harder than ever. âBe a good girl and use those words, hm?â
âNo⊠not p-profes- ahh.â A breathy moan escaped your lips when he bottomed out, bruising your cervix. Each callous noise increased in volume, until Matthew was pulling his hand out of your hair to cover your mouth, slapping your cheek slightly. âShh, donât want the girls to hear, do we now?â You shook your head again, mumbling a ânuh uhâ before he chuckled. You looked pathetic, your mascara was a black mess under your eyes and your mouth hung slack.
Your clit was rubbing against the cold surface of the counter, giving you more pleasure than you thought you could handle. The tightness in your stomach began to break loose, and Matthew knew because your eyes rolled back into your head. Your back arched into his grip and soon enough, you came undone, turning into a moaning mess. But Matt kept going, chasing his own high.
âM- MattâŠâ You whispered into his palm. He didnât like it. His hand landed a slap on your ass. âYou know not to call me that. So naughty⊠you donât deserve this do ya?â
You found your head shaking again, submitting to his viciously laced words. âSay it, y/n. Look in the mirror and say it.â You struggled to hold eye contact with yourself in the reflective glass framed on the wall in front of you. Nevertheless, you abided. âI d-donât deserve this!â Your words were slightly muffled but they were enough to have Matthew tipping over the edge. As his cock started to twitch inside of you, he hissed.
âYou want me to fill you up with my babies?â Leaning in to speak next to your ear, his voice was sickeningly sweet. You nodded giving him a hoarse âyes pleaseâ before his movements came to a halt and Matthew pumped you full of his white fluids.
You straightened down your skirt, taking a deep breath, and laid Mattâs warm towel on the counter, folded neatly. Heâd gotten to his shower in the end, letting the hot steam roam the air, fogging up the mirror. âTell the girls to get dressed. Think mâgonna take them out to get ice cream.â His relaxed voice reverberated off the walls of the space. And with that, you left, shutting the door behind you.
Tag list: @hearts4werka @pvssychicken @sturnslcver @sophand4n4 @sofieeeeex @lovingregulusblack
This is probably my last piece of smut for a while, no nut November is coming up and I gotta lock in with some fluff and angst. Love this AU to death, might write more for it in the future but until then you can see other Matt fics in my MASTERLIST. Thanks for reading!
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Work from home
Oneshot: bf drew x gf yn
Summary: staying focused is impossible with drewâs âsubtleâ distractions, especially when heâs determined to get your attention.Â
Genre: established relationship, smut, fluff, light reading
Warnings: cursing, sex (pussy eating), lowkey needy drew,
â.Ë please dont copy my work, if inspired please tag me
â.Ë this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read
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âWill you-â
You turn around, slapping the pen out of Drewâs hand. âCut it out?â
Drew looks at you with his signature blank stare, as if his own annoyance is justified.Â
The two of you havenât seen each other in weeks, due to you and Drewâs busy schedules. His new movieâs coming out, and you have a very urgent report to write for your boss.
Now that youâre finally under the same roof as him, you canât help but get annoyed at every distraction he causes.Â
He came into the home office not even ten minutes, and heâs occupied himself by playing with the things on your desk. Flipping through your binders, messing with the AC, etc. You just deprived him of his last fidget toy.Â
âSorry,â he murmurs, unapologetically.Â
You roll your eyes, turning back to your laptop. You continue typing, ignoring the gloomy presence behind you. If he wasnât so distracting, this report can be done in...an hour.Â
Not even thirty seconds later; âhey, um, I need your help,â you hear him talking behind you, a weight put on the armrest to your right.Â
You ignore it; knowing Drew just wanted to distract you.Â
âY/n?â His fingers drum against your armrest now, tapping impatiently, trying to get your attention.Â
Once again, you stay focused, typing away at your report.Â
âBabe.âÂ
You donât miss the firm, almost commanding tone hinted in his nickname for you.Â
âYes?â You bat your eyelashes up at him, with your fingers still typing away. You watch as his eyes glance over at your fingers, his eyes narrowing in disapproval.Â
âStop that-â his hand hover over yours before gently pressing them flat against the keyboard, halting your typing. Your raise an eyebrow at Drew, waiting for him to explain. âStop with this whole- work thing.â
You pull your fingers out, crossing your arms as you laid back on your chair. He ignited a flare inside of you that you didnât know, âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Drew gently bites down on his lips, scratching the back of his head. His eyes plead to you, the blue in them sparkling, for some reason. âSpend time with me. Iâm bored, and weâre home together.â
The softness in his tone catches you off guard, but you quickly mask it, staring back at your laptop screen. âIâm working, Drew,â you say, trying to keep your voice steady.Â
âYouâre always workingâŠâ you hear him murmur, as your hands go back to the keyboard again. You brush his hands away, straightening your posture.Â
The typing of your keyboard is the only thing filling the silence of the room, Drewâs presence close beside you.Â
Drewâs a big guy, so subtle movements by him was all noticeable in the corner of your eye. He kneels beside you, his hand pulling your chair back. âHey-â
You begin to protest, but he does the most unexpected thing.Â
He brings himself between your legs, and he hugs your lower stomach.Â
Woah. The warmth of him floods through you, making it hard to think straight. His arms fully wrap around your waist, nuzzling his face between your thighs.
He doesnât move; just hugging your waist, kneeling on the ground.Â
You clear your throat, flustered at the close proximity of him. âDrew?â
His blue eyes peek up at you, a sly glint in them. âYeah?â His voice is soft, but you hear the teasing edge in it. What sends you over is the closeness of his face near your core; the damn thin material of your shorts.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Was your voice always this hitched?
âJust hugging you,â Drew mumbles, his fingers rubbing soft circles around the bare skin that your crop-top showed. He sees the skepticism lingering on your features, and sends a small smirk along the way. âCanât I?â
âŠThis motherfucker. Heâs trying to distract you!Â
Fine. Two could play this game.Â
With a deliberate shift, you ease back into your chair. âOf course you can,â you reply, âBut if youâre done with the hugging, Iâve got work to do.â
Drew watches you for a beat, eyes flicking over your face. You feel him nuzzle his face back between your thighs, but you stay focusedâtyping, clicking, pretending to give him no more attention than his little distractions deserve.
His hand slips under your top, fingers coming in contact with your breasts.Â
At the same time, he starts to plant kisses on your inner thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your underwear.Â
Fuck. You needed to stop him, because if he goes any further, no work will be done. Except for the lustful one thatâs building in your stomach.Â
Two could play this game? No; you yield in seconds because of how Drew plays.Â
You run your hands through his scalp, feeling the soft strands of hair beneath your touch. A knowing smirk growing on his lips as he glances up at you. âThis isnât a hug,â you manage to say, thumb rubbing the corner of his eye.Â
He leans into your touch, âIâknow.â
âThen stop it,â you say, the words feeling hollow, because you donât want him to stop. Not really.Â
âWhen youâre focused, nothing else really matters, right?âÂ
Drew fucking Starkey.Â
He delivers a quick kiss to your wrist, before nuzzling his face back to where it was. You watch as his hands spreads your thighs further apart, fingers tugging on the waistband of your shorts.Â
Shit. Itâs working already.Â
âNo-â
âCâmon,â he teases, staring up at you with the familiar look of mischief. âWonât even know Iâm down here.â
You give him a knowing grin, âreally need to get this done, Drew.â
âHmm,â he pats your back, âignore me like before, babe.â
âYâknow thatâs impossible,â you mumble, hips rising just like he told you to.
His eyes stare into yours lustfully, fingers pulling down your shorts and underwear until theyâre to your knees. âJust a tasteâŠthen Iâll leave you alone.â
Heâs never going to leave you alone.Â
He averts his attention to the now throbbing pussy of yours, fingers digging into the skin of your thighs. âHey, look,â a grin appears on his lips, âyou donât want me to leave.â
You throw your head back against the chair, partly embarrassed at his mention of the wetness that has pooled since he âhuggedâ you. Teasing prick.Â
His soft chuckle echos through the room, before you feel the warmth of his tongue against your folds.Â
You gasp out of pleasure and surprise; he wastes no time in eating you, fully making out with your folds. âFuck,â you curse, running your hands through his scalp.Â
He grunts against you, one hand raising your leg over his shoulder, to get him deeper between you. His other hand reaches under your top, and he starts kneading your breasts.Â
âDrewâŠâ you shamelessly moan out his name, melting under his touch; he knew how to pleasure you, to make you feel good. Hearing your moans, Drew picks up the pace, his licks getting sloppier, losing any sense of rhythm.Â
A slow curve of your spine, you let the sensation roll through you. His hand around your breasts play with your hardened nipples, rubbing and tugging on them. The grip your thigh silently demands you stay still as he eats you out.Â
The sounds of his wet tongue against you fills the room, along with moans and grunts of pleasure.Â
You feel your orgasm building, begging to released. âShit,â you manage to say, the air being knocked out of you. âIâm, close.â
âMhm,â he hums, hot breath hitting your clit. âCum in my mouth, baby.â
His words along with the playing of your nipples do it; the knot in your stomach undone. He slows down on his tongue, licking it up and swallowing. Fuck.Â
For a moment, the two of you take seconds just stare into each otherâs eyes, heavy breaths mixing together.Â
Then, the moment is over, because Drew lets go of your leg, breasts, the whole warmth of him disappearing.Â
You stare at him confused as he stands up again, wondering if something shifted.Â
You also donât miss the evident boner in his pants.Â
He cocks his head to the side, âback to work, huh?â The mocking in his voice stings in your head, as he walks off, out your office.Â
Motherfucker. You sit there, still reeling from the orgasm. You donât even want - canât to do work anymore. Now? You just want Drew. Specifically whatâs growing in his pants.Â
Maybe this report can wait a bit longer? âŠyou hate how badly you want him right now, how he got you right where he wants you to be.Â
âDrew!â You yell after him, getting up and tugging your underwear and shorts to the floor.Â
You walk out your home office, to the shared bedroom, and see Drew getting ready to hop in bed.Â
He looks you up and down, eyes lingering longer at your naked lower half. Your eyes find them glued to his boner too, âmaybe I can have a five minute break.â
He chuckles, the sound low and warm, and before you can even think, youâre jumping into his arms. His strong hands catches you effortlessly, pulling you closer as you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, the heat of his body enveloping you.
His arms tighten around you, holding you steady as you lean in, lips finding his. You kiss him, with eagerness, lust, everything. He kisses you back with the same energy, lying you down on the bed.Â
He hovers over you, his weight just enough to make your heart race, your hands already reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
But Drew pulls away, his blue eyes locking with yours, a playful edge in them. âThis could take longer than five,â he says, his voice low, teasing, and full of promise.
âHmm,â you mindlessly hum, the idea of work slipping away.Â
He was right; it ended up being not one, but three rounds tangled up in sheets, and the report long forgotten.Â
It was also a lesson to yourself; to stop procrastinating, and never work with Drew around.Â
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ÖŽ àŁȘđ€ a/n: hoped you enjoyed this! got this idea from watching that scene from Through my Window (iykyk). and ik, its a very sloppy writing so ignore any mistakes T_T also, isnt this pic of him just delicious? ugh, to be his gf...anyways, hope you liked this!
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pairings â catholic!fem reader and eddie munson
summary â you're a good catholic girl. always have been â even though you're dating eddie munson, who's the complete opposite of that. he's crude and vulgar, and his influence may just taint you entirely.
warnings tags â adult language. mentions of religion, talks of god. eddie hates god, but has a god kink. major blasphemy. reader has daddy issues. mentions of jason craver (ew i know). graphic details of smut: loss of virginity (virgin!reader) + corruption. oral (eddie receiving). f!ngering. slight degrading but more praise. wrong usage of a rosary.
Eddie Munson was merely the Devil in your parents eyes.
To you, he was the seventh heaven.
Crossing paths with him was not a mistake, but a blessing. Eddie took care of you, and loved you. He really loved you.
You met him through a friend who went to Hawkins with him, and you couldnât perceive him as a bad boy, whatsoever. He was genuine and kind the second you and him met, asking questions about you that no other guy ever had done.
But you knew he was not the guy you could bring home to your parents. Your parents were aware of him, since your father was a Sheriff for the Hawkins department, and always got reports of him.
You couldnât tell them about your infatuation for Eddie, and how your heart burned for him, belonged to him. You were more faithful to Eddie Munson than you were to your Catholicism, and for you to say that to your parents, would earn you a kick to church camp.
You couldnât say that their sweet little girl was in love with Hawkinsâ freak; that he had told her many ways he wanted to deprive her of innocence and purity; that he dreamed of her worshiping him under her cross.
And you dreamed of that, every Sunday, for the past many month.
You sat in between your father and mother as the Priest read from the bible, and you fiddled with the ending hem of your white, babydoll dress. You stared mindfully at the cross, your head drawing the image of Eddie taking your virginity, rupturing your virtue, right underneath it.
You did feel a bit of guilt when you thought such lewd things, and you did blame Eddie for it. You felt even worse thinking of them in church, where you were supposed to be devoting your love and soul to the Lord, not a wild man.
âHebrews 13:4 says, âMarriage is to be held in honor among all, and the marriage bed is to be undefiled; for fornicators and adulterers God will judgeââ, the Priest spoke confidently, eyes glancing up to everyone for a second.
You swallowed thickly, fingers gripping tightly on your dress.
What the fuck, Jesus, you thought to yourself. Iâm a fucking eighteen year old, of course I want to fornicate!
âSweet dear,â your mother whispered, and you looked at her. âYou look unwell. Are you okay?â
âDo you mind if I take a moment outside?â You wondered, brows drawing upwards. âIt feels stuffy. Just for a minute, please.â
She sighed heavily, shaking her head. âVery well, then. Be quiet, dear.â
You thanked her, standing up, and quickly â but quietly â dismissed yourself out of the building, pushing open the wooden doors. The second you were outside, you groaned, the doors swinging close behind you.
âIâm damned for Hell,â you mumbled, rubbing your temple in frustration.
âSo am I,â you heard a voice come from the side of you. You spin your head, finding Eddie there, smoking a cigarette. âFor smoking of the Lordâs sacred grounds.â
âEddie,â you sighed in relief, walking up to him, and he brought you into his embrace. He kissed the side of your head, before pulling back. âWhat are you doing here? If my parents â or anyone â sees you, they will make a fret out of it!â
Eddie chuckled. âIs that so?â
âIâm serious, Eds,â you frowned, throwing a small, playful slap to his shoulder. âWe donât need a scene.â
âAh, I know, angel,â he cooed, kissing your forehead for assurance. âI just needed to see you. Was wondering what you are doing tonight?â
âI have homework, and finish my project on the Betrayal of Judas tonight,â you explained, annoyed at the mere thought of it. âItâs going to take all night. Why do you ask?â
âI wanted you to come by my trailer tonight,â Eddie said, and you smiled, but upset you had to decline his suggestion. âBut itâs okay. Iâm going to pick you up after school tomorrow, okay?â
âIf Sister Josie sees you, she will report you to my parents,â you warned, and he only barked a laugh, throwing his head back. âI do not want to be sent to a camp because I was caught with you, Eds.â
âIf your parents did that, Iâd kidnap you,â Eddie stated, and you rolled your eyes, shooting a look at the churchâs doors, eyes retreating back into his shortly after. âGo on in, sweetheart. Iâll see you tomorrow, and we can do something fun.â
You raised a brow. âLike what?â
âAnything you wanted,â Eddie promised, giving your chin a soft pinch. âBe good for me, yeah?â
You hummed, and nodded. âBye, Eds,â you gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he watched you walk all the way back into the church.
You hurried back to your row, perching yourself back in between your parents.
âFeel better?â Your mother asked.
You inhaled sharply. âMuch better.â
Your fork poked at the vegetables that sat on your dinner plate, your eyes boring into it. It was always quiet on Sunday dinners, and you never said anything, unless your parents did.
Your mother poured herself another glass of red wine, and your father glanced at you, then his wife. âGot another report today about that Munson boy,â your father cracked the perfect quiet, and was visibly angered. âHeâs been seen graffiting near Lovers Lake.â
âAnd who is reporting that?â Your mother questioned, sipping her beverage.
âProbably that ass kisser, Jason,â you mumbled, and your father slammed his hands down on the table.
âLANGUAGE!â Your father bellowed, and you dropped your fork onto your plate, slouching back into your chair. âJason is a good boy. A good son of the Lord, and thatâs the kind of guy you need in your life.â
âJason literally tried to kiss me at the eighth grade school dance,â you recalled, scoffing. âWithout my consent, may I add!â
âWell you two were children then,â your mother said, and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. âHeâs a lovely boy. His friends are lovely too!â
You purse your lips. âHis friends are dumb fucks.â
Okay, so maybe Eddie really did have a bad influence on you. Because you would never â for the love of God â curse in front of your parents, until now.
âWhatâs with the mouth?â Your father asked, and you glared at him. âYou ought to pray tonight to the Lord tonight.â
âIâm just growing up, daddy,â you mocked, standing up from the dinner table, and threw your napkin on top of your plate. You stormed out of the dining room, straight into your bedroom, slamming your bedroom door behind you.
You dropped your body onto your bed, stuffing your face into your pillow. You wanted to scream and kick every object in your room, but refused not to do such a thing.
You were fine with laying on your bed, and smothering yourself with a pillow, until you heard gentle knocks at your window. You jolted up, your head craning toward the sound, and peeked at the window.
And you found Eddie, standing right outside your window.
You cursed under your breath, and stalked over to your window, snapping it open. Eddie smiled at the sight of you, though he could tell you were mystified by his unnoticed appearance.
âDo you want to kidnap me that badly?â You wondered, and he chuckled breathily, shrugging. âYou canât be here right now. My dad and I got into this fight.â
âAbout me, I suppose?â Eddie asked, allowing himself to jump into and through your bedroom window, and you didnât stop him. âI know how your daddy likes to talk about me.â
âHe said I should be with Jason, or someone like him,â you said, and he closed your bedroom window. âBecause he is a son of the Lord.â
âOr the fucking Devil,â Eddie joked, and you snickered, but agreed. âI wonder what your dad would think if he knew you were with me, hm?â
âHe would take his shotgun to you,â you admitted, and Eddie took a look around your bedroom. âAnyway, you can stay for a bit, but my father demands I pray for cursing.â
âTheir little girl suddenly has a mouth of dirt?â Eddie teased, and you slapped his arm, which he laughed at. âHave I finally corrupted their innocent daughter?â
âShut it, Munson,â you snapped, and he leaned against your desk, his eyes casting down at your Bible that sat on top of it.
âHow about you pray right now? I wonât say a thing,â Eddie suggested, and you raised a brow, tilting your head. âYou need to get it over with, anyway. You wonât even know Iâm here.â
âYou want to watch me pray?â You asked.
âItâd be nice, yaâknow?â Eddie grinned, and he could tell you were completely gullible to what he was getting at. âMaybe I could learn a thing or two.â
You considered it, and simply agreed, walking up next to him. You grabbed your bible, and opened it up as you made your way over to your bed, kneeling at the end of it. Your knees brushed against your carpet-like flooring, looking up at your cross.
âWait, Eds,â you paused, and he was already giving you your pink rosary. You thanked him, wrapping it around your fingers, and held it tightly in your hand.
Your cross hung right above your bed, right in the middle of your room, and your attention diverted from him, to the Bible.
Eddie simply watched and witnessed you speak and pray, and he felt sick for getting aroused to this pure sight of you, pleading for forgiveness from a man who supposedly ruled the Earth. He wanted to touch you, for his hands to memorize and caress every curve of your body.
His eyes unpeeled that baby pink tank top you wore, then went to your white, soft sweatpants. He wondered how itâd be like for you to plead and worship him in front of the Lord as he made you call him your God.
Maybe that was an awful, crude dream to play in his head, but he wanted to have your devotion turn to him, not the Lord.
The Lord couldnât love and care for you the way he did.
Eddie went over to your bedroom door, and locked it, seeing how focused you were on the pages of pure fiction.
He kneeled behind you, and wrapped an arm around your torso, your body shuddering. He brought you closer to him, planting an innocent kiss on your shoulder.
âEddie, Iâm praying,â you pouted, setting your Bible down for a moment. âYou said you wouldnât disrupt.â
âJust keep going, love,â he mumbled, his tip of his nose brushing against your skin. âKeep praying.â
You rolled your eyes and did so, continuing to recite every word from the pages.
Eddieâs lips made their way to the nape of your neck, getting the sweet scent of your perfume. âWhat a good girl,â he whispered, his hot breath sending a symphony of shivers along your body. âDoing anything to stay pure and good.â
You nearly faltered, your concentration weakening. His hand trailed to your stomach, resting on your abdomen.
Eddie had touched you before, but not fully â not under your clothes. He even afforded to show you how to touch yourself, but Sister Tina from your school said youâd be banished to Hell for such a thing; so that set enough fear in.
Now, you craved for him to touch him. You didnât know why in this particular moment â out of every heated, lusting moment â you wanted to feel him, to take you apart, and taint every part of your body, and brain.
You began to stutter as you spoke, Eddieâs hand crawling under your sweatpants, grazing over your clothed area. âDo you think the Lord wants me to touch you?â He taunted, and you hummed, your hands grasping harshly onto both sides of the Bible. âWhat do you think?â
âEddie,â you managed to breathe out. âEddie.â
âI want him to watch me take his devoted angel,â Eddie continued, his fingers creeping into your underwear, and your body flinched the second his fingers pressed against your bud. âShow him that he is no protector.â
You nodded, and Eddie grinned, resting his chin onto your shoulder.
You wanted Eddie. You needed Eddie.
âKeep reading, or Iâll stop,â Eddie warned, and you couldnât hold onto a single thought as his middle finger curled into your unripe cunt. You moaned, squeezing your eyelids shut to the feeling of it. It was a single fucking finger in you, and you felt like pure bliss.
Eddie continued to pump the individual finger in you, slowly and surely as you tried to read more.
Everything was going smoothly, until a knock hit against your bedroom door.
Your father barked your name, you and Eddie freezing up. âHoney, why is your door locked?â Your father asked, shaking the doorknob. âAre you okay?â
Eddie smirked, his ring finger joining his middle, both pumping into a picked up pace.
âIâIâm praying!â You announced, trying to hold back your noises. âI wanted to pray in privacy, talk to the Lord!â
âOh,â your father spoke from the other side of the door. âIâm glad to hear that, sweetie. I just wanted to say, you know Iâm just looking out for you, right?â
Eddieâs fingers struck an unknown, but euphoric, spot in you, and you choked down a loud moan. âYeah, daddy! I know that,â you responded, throwing your head back onto Eddieâs shoulder, and the Bible collapsed to the side of you.
Eddie chuckled quietly, using his free hand to wrap onto your throat. âWhat a filthy girl,â he whispered into your ear, grasping onto your neck.
âThereâs bad guys out there, like Eddie Munson,â your father said, and Eddie wanted to bark a laugh. âIf you were to be with a boy like that, Iâd lose it. Boys only want one thing, and you know that.â
Another noise was lodged in your throat, Eddie having to squeeze your throat as a warning.
âI know, I know! Now, can I continue praying, please?â You asked, and Eddieâs finger shoved into you faster, and harder.
âYes, of course! Your mother and I are heading to the Martins for a bit,â he acknowledged, and you had to slam your own hand over your mouth. âWe should be back no later than 11. Be good!â
You kept your hand over your mouth until you heard the front door slam shut, and the second they did, you freed all your noises. Your chest heaved, your body becoming pudding against Eddieâs.
A hot sensation hit your stomach, and you found pleasure in it. It was an unfamiliar, enjoyable feeling. Your thighs trembled, and Eddie took a quick note to it, noticing how you were barely adjusting to this. âAre you going to cum?â Eddie asked, and you looked at him with confusion.
âCum?â You repeated.
âDoes it feel like your stomach is on fire?â Eddie asked, his fingers making themselves deeper into your core, and you nodded. âThat means youâre at your climax, love. That you are going to cum. Itâs very normal.â
You still had a lot to learn, and Eddie was glad enough to teach you it all.
âJust let it go, sweetheart. Let it be free,â he cooed, and you hummed, your body convulsing the second your climax poured out of you, nearly dropping to the floor. He kept you up and close to him, and you panted, swallowing thickly.
Eddieâs fingers disappeared out of you, removing his hand completely from you. He placed his two fingers in his mouth, getting the sweet taste of you, and nearly moaned. âYou taste fucking divine.â
You blushed, and eyed your Bible, picking it up. âI think I got enough forgiveness,â you joked, and Eddie hummed, helping you stand up with him. âI justâŠâ
âHm?â Eddie wondered, taking the Bible from you, and rested it on your desk. âWhat is it, sweet girl?â
âI want,â your voice quavered, your head hanging low in embarrassment. âI want more.â
Eddie placed his finger under your chin, bringing your head up to look him directly in the eye. âYou want more? You have to be more specific, love,â Eddie mused, and you whimpered. âUse your words, please.â
âI want you to touch me more,â you only knew how to say it like that. Just paraphrase it in that way. âI want you to fuck me?â
âIs that a question or statement?â Eddie jested, and you whined more, embarrassed. âIâm kidding, sweet girl. I know what you mean, but are you sure?â
You nodded, smiling in confidence.
Eddie tugged you closer to his body, his lips smothering yours, and his hands laid on your hips, squeezing them gently. Your arms looped around his neck, holding him close to you, your body aching for him.
He led you over to your bed, sitting down onto it as you straddled his lap. Your hands cupped his cheeks, your rosary brushing against his skin, and you could feel him smile on your lips.
His lips fell off of yours, and he stripped off his upper half clothing, dropping them to your floor. Your eyes widened to the view of his body, his abs perfectly toned, and your finger drew around the tattoos he had on the left side of his chest.
âI like this tattoo,â you giggled at the Demon and spider tattoos, and he smiled, kissing the side of your head. âBut I will always like your puppetmaster tattoo a lot more.â
âGotta get you a tattoo one day,â Eddie said, and you shook your head. âGet you a pretty tattoo, just like mine, yeah?â
âIâll think about it,â you said, and he hummed, his fingers hooking under your shirt. You let him take it off of you, undoing your bra by yourself. You hesitantly shimmed off your bra, the straps sliding down your arms, and onto your lap.
You put it on the ground with the other clothes, and you didnât stare at Eddie as his eyes gawked at your breasts. You were insecure and worried â he was the first guy to ever see your bare body.
Panic slowly rolled in. âIs it okay? Am I okay?â
âBaby,â Eddie breathed, looking up at you, and then at your breasts. âYou are so beautiful. This body, all mine to touch and mark.â
Your worries washed away, Eddie planting loving kisses on your breasts.
âYour body is fucking gorgeous,â he whispered, captivated and enthralled by your gracious beauty. âAll fucking mine.â He carefully laid you on your back, on the bed, and hovered over you, his lips falling back onto yours. His body rutted against yours, hands at the waistband of your sweatpants,
âTake them off, Eds,â you breathed into the kiss, and his taste was gone for a moment as he listened, stripping off your sweatpants. You were left in your white cotton panties, and he took a second to unbuckle his belt, and then his pants, both landing on the ground.
You and Eddie were only left in your underwear, and you could feel a hard bulge brush against your inner thigh.
Oh, you thought to yourself. That.
âAre you sure youâre ready, doll?â Eddie asked, and you looked at him with assuring, doe eyes, and he kissed your forehead. He reached over to his pants, grabbing his wallet from it, and pulled out a small wrapper from it.
You shivered, and your eyes bored into Eddie as he took off his boxers, and you tensed the second you glimpsed at his cock.
You were about to pray to God again, due to the overwhelmingly huge size of Eddie.
Eddie opened up the wrapper, taking out the condom, and slipped it on. You took off your panties and kicked them off, throwing your rosary too, seeing how they joined all other clothing items on the floor.
âItâs going to hurt at first; if you want me to stop, just say so,â Eddie said, and one of his hands held onto yours for comfort as his other was used to guide him into you. You could feel the head of him at your cunt, and you squeezed his hand whilst his cock made its way into you, slowly and bit by bit.
Your back arched, gasping aloud to the feeling of him fulfilling you. Eddieâs hand grasped onto your jaw, holding onto it, forcing you to hold eye contact with him. âJust take me, love,â he mused, and you whimpered in response.
You were being easily stretched and torn apart by his cock, your virtue draining out of you with every brush of him coming in and out of you. You continued to hold onto his hand, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand for assurance you were safe.
Eddie kept a steady, delicate pace, taking a clear eye to how you were already in shambles. He was simply dispossessing you of your longing purity, your body and devotion belonging to him now.
This was Seventh Heaven to you â this was all of the joy and exhilaration you longed for.
Your cunt adjusted to his size, and your hand let go of him, setting both of them onto his shoulders. âMore, Eddie. Please,â you pleaded, and he began to drill himself deeper into you, his hands pressing onto your stomach for support.
You squealed, his eyes on the way his cock thrusted into you. Your body elevated upwards, and your glossy eyes caught a glance of the cross above your bed.
If this corruption was so cruel, so vile, why did it feel so fucking amazing?
Flares of euphoria spurred throughout your body as wanton, lewd noises elicited out of your mouth, and filled your bedroom. Embers of pure, raw desire were in Eddieâs eyes the second they fell back into yours, his breath shuddering his rib cages.
A firestorm grew in your stomach, and your nails dug into Eddieâs shoulder, earning a harsh moan out of him. ââM gonna cum,â you told him, your chest falling up and down rapidly. âI need to cum, Eds.â
âWhat a sensitive whore you are,â he taunted, and you groaned, the fire spreading into your thighs. âCum for me, sweetheart. Cum for your God.â
Your lids sealed shut as your climax peaked and rushed out of you, your body moving with a hard jolt to it. Eddie nearly laughed mockingly at you, your delicate, unripe body, now sweating and shaking from sinful sex.
You barely had collected the fact Eddie referred to him as your God, but you didnât hate it.
You liked it.
âIâm going to fuck your pretty mouth,â Eddie said, and helped you sit up as he took off the condom. âI always told you Iâd find a way for you to worship me. Get on your knees, angel.â
Eddie tossed his condom into your trash bin, turning his attention back onto you.
You obeyed, and stumbled to your bedroom floor, collapsing down onto your knees. Eddie seized your rosary, and took the opportunity to tie up your wrists with the symbolized jewelry. You whined, tugging at your hostaged wrists.
âOpen your mouth for me,â Eddie said, standing in front of you. Your mouth popped open, and he shoved two fingers into your mouth, creeping them to the back of your throat. You gagged the second his fingers hit your throat, your eyes watering.
You stared up at him with pure and pious eyes, that were almost daunting, too.
âHow are you going to be able to take my cock, when you can barely take my fingers, angel?â He asked, and a tear trickled down your cheek. He was amused by this single tear. âYou worship me?â
You nodded as his fingers left your mouth, his knuckles brushing along your cheek. âYes, I worship you. Only you,â you assured, giving the edge of his palm a delicate, small kiss. âYouâre my religion.â
He chuckled. âSuch a good little thing you are.â
Eddieâs fingers curled into your hair, nails scratching against your scalp. His hips pushed forward, his cock stuffing your opened mouth.
You remembered your friend told you about blowjobs â that you make sure your teeth donât touch, or it makes it unpleasant. Your friend wasnât as faithful or pure as you were, only going to Catechism to please her parents.
Eddieâs cock continuously hit the back of your throat, drawing inchorenet gargles from you as tears lined at the brim of your eyes. Your throat was brutalized, yet you soaked into the pain of it, taking pleasure in every second of it.
Your eyes rolled back the deeper his cock went, his teeth gritting together, and moaned your name like a mantra.
Eddieâs head fell back, his hips snapping into your face, and you gurgled, trying your best to breathe out of your nostrils. âShit, shit, Iâm close,â he told you, and that was the only warning you were given, nothing else. âKeep your mouth steady and open for your God, baby.â
His climax flooded into your mouth, your tongue getting a salty taste of his high, and he pushed his cock out of your mouth. He tried to catch his breath, sweat beading at his forehead and body, his fingers unhooking from your hair.
âLet me see, doll,â Eddie said, and you happily showed him the way his cum sat on your tongue. âMhm, thatâs a good girl. Swallow it.â
You closed your mouth, taking it all down at once, and he kissed the top of your head. He unknotted the rosary, and your wrists were glad to be free.
Eddie sat the jewelry on your bed stand, and helped you up, sitting you down on your bed afterwards. âAre you okay? Does anything hurt?â He panicked, and you shook your head, a few strands of your hair matted to your teary, sweating cheeks.
âDid I do okay?â You asked, and he frowned, cupping your cheeks, caressing them lovingly with his thumbs.
âYou were wonderful, sweet girl. So good,â he reassured, kissing the top of your head. âLetâs get you cleaned up, and dressed. You still have that project.â
You groaned, barely remembering it. âOh fuck!â
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