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simplygojo · 2 months ago

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Gettin' A Full Service

a/n: Y'all I'm so sorry im nothin but a nasty dog bc no way this is 4.3k 💀. ANYWHO this smutty fic idea came to me when seeing the art used as the cover for this by @actuallyvalerie (original art is linked here), I just couldn't help myself from writing this...heh. Hope you enjoy!

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Pairing: Mechanic!Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Word Count: 4.3k (im a nasty dog y'all...)

Warnings: 18+ content, SMUT!, oral (f receiving), intercourse, choking, pet names, mndi

^^ art by @actuallyvalerie

The low rumble of engines filled the air as you stepped into the garage, the familiar scents of motor oil and gasoline swirling around you. Your heartbeat quickened the moment you caught sight of him—Toji Fushiguro.

He was bent over the hood of his car, focused on something behind the propped-up hood.

The muscles in his broad back flexed as he worked, his white tank top clinging to his sweat-slicked skin. His strong arms glistened with a light sheen of sweat, smudged with streaks of oil that only added to the raw masculinity he exuded.

A dark smear ran along his sharp jawline, the grease contrasting with his striking, rugged features. The late afternoon sun filters through the wide windows of Toji’s garage, casting long shadows across the floor as you lean against the doorframe, watching him work.

His muscles flexed as he tightened a bolt with practiced ease. His black hair falls into his eyes, and he grunts, annoyed, pushing it back with his forearm before continuing.

You can’t help but smile at the sight. Toji, focused and in his element, and it was really turning you on…

The way he concentrated on the task at hand, brow furrowed and lips slightly parted as he grunted with effort, was enough to send heat coursing through you. Each twist of the wrench, every subtle shift of his frame, seemed to radiate raw masculinity, igniting a spark of desire deep within you.

Your pulse quickened, and you felt a warmth pooling in your core, drawn in by the mix of confidence and sheer masculinity he exuded.

Toji, sensing your gaze, glances over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “You gonna stand there all day or actually say something?” His voice is teasing, rough around the edges, but there’s that familiar smirk tugging at his lips, the one that makes your heart skip a beat.

You push off the doorframe and walk over, hands in your pockets, pretending to study the car (like you gave a damn) as if you understand half of what he’s doing.

“Just admiring the view,” you reply with a grin, leaning against the workbench. “You sure know how to make fixing a car look… good.”

Toji snorts, wiping the grease from his hands onto a rag before tossing it aside. “Yeah? Well, don’t get used to it. Not many people get a free show.”

You roll your eyes at his usual bravado but can’t deny that there’s something captivating about him. He straightens up, towering over you with that smug grin still firmly in place. “What, you just came here to stare?”

You shrug, deciding to play along. “Maybe. Can’t blame me, right? You’re good at what you do.”

His smirk widens, and he steps closer, towering over you now. There’s an intensity in his gaze, but it’s softened by the playful glint in his eyes. “You saying I should charge for it?”

You laugh, lightly shoving him. “Please, you’d drive everyone away with that attitude.”

He chuckles, leaning back against the car, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Probably. But you’re still here, so I must be doing something right.”

You look up at him, biting back a smile. “Guess I’m the lucky one, huh?”

Toji’s eyes narrow playfully, but there’s a warmth in his gaze that wasn’t there before. “Damn right.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the sounds of the garage filling the space once again.

After a moment, you speak again, your voice softer. “Need any help?”

Toji glances at you, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You offering?”

You shrug, moving closer to inspect the tools scattered on the workbench. “Maybe. I’m not exactly a mechanic, but I can hold a wrench.”

He snorts, amused, and hands you a tool.

“Don’t hurt yourself. That’s my job.”

You take it, rolling your eyes at his comment. But as you stand next to him, following his instructions and working together on the car, there’s a quiet contentment in the air.

You grip the wrench, watching Toji’s hands as he guides yours to the right bolt. His touch is firm, steady, sparking a heat between your thighs. His body is so close to yours that you felt the warmth radiating off him.

You try to focus on the task at hand, but with Toji standing over you, the subtle scent of engine oil mixed with his cologne makes your heart race, and it's hard to concentrate.

"Like this?" You ask, adjusting the wrench in your hand, trying to distract yourself from your dirty thoughts.

Toji’s lips twitch into a smirk as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"Tighten it, don’t baby it, baby."

You roll your eyes but smile despite yourself. You give the wrench another turn, putting more effort into it this time.

"There. Happy?" You ask, looking up at him.

Toji’s gaze flickers down to meet yours, and for a moment, the air between you seems to thicken.

His eyes darken, a hint of something playful yet dangerous lurking in them.

He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he leans in even closer, so close you can feel the brush of his arm against yours.

"Not bad," he murmurs, his voice low. His big arms reached over you and tightened the bolt even more, just showing off his strength. "Maybe you’re not as useless around here as I thought."

You narrow your eyes at him, though there’s no real annoyance in your expression. "Oh, please. I’m the best help you’ve ever had."

Toji’s grin widens, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Big words for someone who didn’t even know where the wrench was five minutes ago."

You open your mouth to retort, but before you can, he reaches past you to grab another tool, his arm brushing against your side.

He doesn’t move away, staying so close that your shoulders are practically touching. It’s deliberate—you can tell by the smug look on his face.

Your heart skips a beat, but you don’t back down. Instead, you let your own smile grow, deciding to meet his teasing head-on.

"Maybe I don’t know cars, but I know you like showing off. How long did it take you to fix that last engine again? Two hours?"

Toji lets out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying your banter. "Two hours, and it was perfect. Don’t forget that part."

You tilt your head, raising an eyebrow. "Perfect, huh? Or just barely passable?"

He narrows his eyes at you, though there’s a playful edge in his gaze.

"Careful. You’re gonna talk yourself out of a favour if you keep that up."

"Oh? What favour?" you ask, leaning against the car now, your arms crossed, fully enjoying the back-and-forth.

Toji leans down, bringing his face closer to yours, his grin shifting into something more dangerous, more tempting. "The one where I let you stick around here. Don’t think I’ll keep you around for free."

Your breath hitches slightly, but you don’t let it show. Instead, you match his energy, pushing back without missing a beat.

"Oh, so you’re saying I have to work to earn my keep? What’s the price, then? More wrench-holding?"

He chuckles again, the sound deep and rich, vibrating through the air between you.

His eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, the teasing fades into something heavier, something that lingers in the charged space between your bodies.

He’s close enough now that you can see the flecks of green in his eyes, close enough that you can feel the warmth rolling off him.

"Nah," Toji says, his voice dropping an octave, turning more serious but still holding that playful tone.

"I’ve got enough wrenches. I’m thinkin’ of something a little more… personal."

You can feel your pulse quicken, but you don’t look away. "Oh? Like what?"

He leans in, just barely brushing his lips against your ear.

"Guess you’ll just have to stick around to find out."

For a second, the world seems to slow down, your senses overwhelmed by the proximity of him, the way his voice sends shivers down your spine.

But before you can say anything, Toji pulls back, the smirk returning to his face as he casually grabs another tool and turns back to the car, as if nothing just happened.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your heart still pounding in your chest.

Toji always knows exactly how to push your buttons, how to get under your skin in a way that leaves you wanting more.

“Tease,” you mutter under your breath, shaking your head with a smile.

Toji glances over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

“I’m not teasing this time, I’m just busy. Like I said, stick around...”

His voice was low, almost serious, but that playful gleam in his eyes hasn’t faded.

He gives you a wink, and something about the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

You open your mouth to reply, but words seem to get stuck in your throat. The way he’s looking at you right now—like you’re the only thing in the room worth paying attention to—makes your pulse quicken.

The air between you feels heavy, charged with an energy you can’t quite name.

Toji watches your reaction closely, his grin fading into something softer, more intense. He drops the tool he was holding onto the workbench and turns fully toward you, wiping his hands on the rag before tossing it aside.

“You really think I’m just messin’ with you?”

Your breath catches as he steps closer, closing the already small distance between you. His presence is overwhelming—tall, broad, and carrying that rough, irresistible confidence he always seems to have.

But this time, there’s something else in the way he looks at you, something different. His teasing smirk is gone, replaced by a look that makes your heart race.

“Toji…” you start, but you’re not even sure what you want to say.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against your chin, tilting your face up so that you’re forced to meet his eyes. The touch is surprisingly gentle, almost tender.

“I’m serious,” he says quietly, his voice low and rough around the edges. “You think I haven’t noticed? The way you look at me, the way you linger around here like you’re waitin’ for something to happen.”

Your cheeks burn at his words, and you’re not sure if it’s from embarrassment or anticipation.

Maybe both.

But before you can respond, Toji’s hand slips from your chin, moving to rest against the side of your neck, his thumb brushing against your skin. The touch sends a jolt of electricity through you.

“I’ve been holding back,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse, like he’s been keeping this confession locked away for too long.

The dark, dangerous edge in his tone sends a shiver down your spine. His grip on you tightens slightly, a subtle indication of just how much control he’s been forcing himself to maintain.

You’re painfully aware of how close he is now—his broad frame nearly eclipsing yours, his body radiating a heat that makes it harder to breathe. The faint scents of oil and metal lingers in the air, mixing with something distinctly him. It’s intoxicating.

“M’didn’t wanna push too far, but... maybe I’ve been waitin' for you to give me the green light.” His words hang in the air, a challenge wrapped in velvet. It’s like a line drawn in the sand, daring you to cross it.

Your heart pounds, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Every inch of you is hyper-aware of Toji—the way his hand lingers on your neck, the way his gaze seems to devour you. You want this. God, you want this.

“What if I gave you that green light right now?” The words leave your lips before you can fully process them, but there’s no hesitation, no second-guessing.

For a fleeting moment, Toji’s pupils dilate, his eyes narrowing with something primal, something dangerous. The smirk that spreads across his face is no longer playful—it’s predatory.

“Then I wouldn’t waste any more time.”

Before you can draw another breath, his mouth crashes down on yours, and it’s like a dam breaking—everything he’s been holding back unleashed in one searing, possessive kiss.

His hands move from your throat to your waist, pulling you against him so fiercely that your feet nearly leave the ground.

There’s nothing gentle about the way he kisses you. His lips are demanding, rough, as if he’s staking a claim.

You can feel the pent-up tension in every movement—the way his teeth graze your lower lip, the way his hands grip your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he loosens his hold.

Your hands move instinctively to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, pulling him even closer.

You match his intensity, giving in to the heat that’s been simmering between you both for far too long. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against yours ignites a fire low in your belly, making you ache for more.

Toji pulls back for just a moment, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours as he catches his breath. His eyes, hooded and dark, search yours as if looking for any trace of hesitation. But there is none.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” His voice is low, rumbling with barely restrained need.

Your answer comes not in words but in the way you tug him back to you, pressing your lips to his once more, harder this time, as if you’re trying to tell him with your body what your words can’t quite express.

Toji groans softly, the sound vibrating against your mouth as his hands begin to explore, sliding under the hem of your shirt.

His touch is scorching, sending jolts of electricity through your skin.

There’s an urgency now, a desperation in the way his hands roam your body, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of you.

Your back hits the cold metal of his car behind you, the chill momentarily cutting through the heat between you, but it only seems to heighten the tension.

Toji’s hands are firm on your waist, holding you in place against the cool surface, his body pressed against yours in a way that has your pulse racing.

He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily, his eyes smouldering with an intensity that makes your stomach flip. The darkness in his gaze has only grown deeper, and when he speaks, his voice is rough, husky, full of raw need.

“I’ve been patient,” he mutters, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your jeans. “But you don’t want me to hold back anymore, do you?”

The way he says it, the low growl in his voice, sends a wave of heat straight to your throbbing pussy.

You can only manage a small shake of your head, your throat too tight to form any words.

His lips twist into a smirk, something predatory glinting in his eyes as he steps back just enough to grab you by the waist and hoist you effortlessly onto the hood of the car behind you.

He quickly unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them off your legs, letting his hands roam your skin.

The cold metal beneath you contrasts sharply with the warmth of his body as he steps between your legs, spreading them open with a firm grip on your thighs.

“You’ve been teasing me, y’know that?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous as his hands trace the outline of your hips, fingers brushing the edge of your panties.

“You comin’ in here wearing these tight jeans, given’ me those looks.”

Before you can respond, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and, with one sharp tug, the fabric tears apart in his hands.

The sound of it—quick and final—echoes in the small garage, and the cool air hits your skin, making you gasp.

Toji’s eyes darken as he looks down at you, his gaze hungry and unrestrained. He licks his lips, the smirk from earlier gone, replaced with something far more serious.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his hands sliding up your inner thighs, rough fingers brushing the sensitive skin as he leans down, bringing his face closer to your dripping cunt. His breath ghosts over your exposed skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Such a pretty sight.”

He pauses for a second, his thumb brushing dangerously close to your center, teasing, but not yet giving you the touch you desperately need. You squeeze your eyes shut, your head falling back with pleasure.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he lets his thumb slide over your slick folds, testing your reaction, watching the way your body responds under his touch. The anticipation, the raw hunger in his gaze, it’s all too much, and you let out a desperate moan.

Your breath hitches as Toji's thumb slides teasingly through your folds, his touch both rough and deliberate.

You try to bite back the groan threatening to escape your lips, but the way his eyes flicker up to meet yours tells you he notices everything.

“Don’t hold back now,” he rasps, his voice gravelly, sending shivers down your spine.

“I wanna hear every pretty sound you make.”

Before you can react, he dips his head between your thighs, and the warmth of his breath against your sensitive skin makes your body tremble. His hands grip your thighs firmly, keeping you in place, as his tongue traces a slow, agonizing path over your slick heat.

Your gasp echoes through the garage, head falling back against the hood of his car as pleasure surges through you.

You feel Toji’s lips curl into a smirk against you, clearly enjoying the way your body reacts to his touch.

He doesn’t hold back—his tongue flicks, swirls, and sucks, each movement precise and calculated, as though he’s savouring every moment of this.

“Fuck, Toji—” you gasp, your hands instinctively flying to his hair, tugging at the dark strands as the heat builds inside you.

Toji growls in response, the vibrations of his voice against your pussy sending waves of pleasure through you, making your thighs shake.

He dives in deeper, his mouth working relentlessly, tasting every inch of you, each flick of his tongue pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

The sensation is overwhelming—his lips, his tongue, the way his fingers dig into your thighs, holding you open for him, like you’re his to devour.

It’s too much and not enough all at once. Every brush of his mouth over your clit sends electricity shooting through your body, and leaves you whining for more.

Your hips buck instinctively, seeking more, needing more of the pleasure he’s giving you.

Toji chuckles, dark and amused, his voice muffled as he continues to work you with his mouth. “So needy,” he murmurs, his voice like velvet against your heated skin. “I like that.”

It’s like he knows exactly how to unravel you, like he’s been waiting for this moment, studying you, learning your body, just so he could do this—just so he could make you fall apart beneath him.

“Toji—m' gonna cum,” you choke out, your voice barely a whisper, but he knows what you need.

He speeds up, his mouth and fingers working in tandem, the relentless pace driving you higher and higher, until the world falls away and all that’s left is him, his touch, and the pleasure that crashes over you in waves.

You cry out as your orgasm rips through you, your thighs clamping around his head as your body shakes with the intensity of it.

But Toji doesn't let up, continuing to lap at you, drawing out your pleasure until you're trembling from the aftershocks.

Finally, he pulls back, his lips and chin glistening as he looks up at you with a satisfied grin, eyes dark with lust. He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, standing back up, towering over you once again.

“Come here, pretty girl,” he rasps, his voice a low growl that sends another wave of heat through your body.

Before you can catch your breath, his large hand slides behind your neck, gripping it firmly, but not harshly.

He lifts you from your position on the car, pulling you up until you’re sitting in front of him, your legs dangling off the edge of the hood. His hand lingers at your neck, his thumb brushing against your pulse, feeling the rapid beat of your heart.

Your body is still humming with the afterglow of your orgasm, but when you glance down and see Toji’s other hand move to the waistband of his pants, your breath hitches again.

He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he unbuttons them slowly, deliberately, the tension between you thickening once more.

Toji's eyes gleamed with that dark hunger as his grip on your neck tightened just a fraction, enough to remind you who was in control. His free hand moved to the back of your thigh, pulling you forward on the car until you could feel the heat of him between your legs.

“Look at you,” he growled, his voice low and rough as his hand caressed the curve of your hip, dragging you closer to him.

“So pretty, all spread out for me.”

Your breath caught as you felt the tip of him brush against your entrance, your entire body already aching for him, needing more. You leaned into his grip on your neck, your pulse racing beneath his fingers as you whispered,

“Please, Toji…”

He chuckled darkly at the desperation in your voice, his grin widening as he pressed himself just a little harder against you, teasing you.

“Please what, baby? You gotta use your words.”

You squirmed under his grip, your body screaming for more contact, for him to stop teasing.

“God Toji—I want y’to fuck me,” you said in frustration, your voice barely audible as your body begged for him.

“Good girl.” His voice was a low, approving growl as he finally lined himself up with you, his voice sent another wave of heat to your aching pussy. Without another word, he pulled you forward, thrusting into you in one swift motion.

The sudden stretch had you gasping, eyes wide as your walls adjusted to his size, the feeling of him filling you completely was overwhelming.

Toji groaned, his grip on your neck tightening as he stilled inside you, savouring the feeling for just a moment. You grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered through clenched teeth, his eyes locked on yours as each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body.

Your hands instinctively reached for him, fingers tangling in his dark hair as you clung to him, every nerve in your body on fire. Toji’s lips curled into a smug grin at the way you responded to him, the way your body seemed to melt under his touch.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He rasped, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in closer while maintaining his rough pace. His grip on your neck shifted to pull your head back slightly.

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“It’s so good,” you moaned, your voice trembling as he began to pick up the pace, the force of his thrusts making the car creak beneath you.

Every movement pushed you higher, the pressure building inside you all over again as Toji took you apart piece by piece.

Toji’s pace became relentless, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, and your body was a live wire, every nerve tingling under his touch. The pressure inside you built impossibly fast, the pleasure coiling tight in your core, threatening to snap.

“Toji—" you whimpered, barely able to form words as he drove into you, your body quivering beneath him.

Hot tears pricked at your eyes from the overstimulation you felt—never ever had anyone fucked you like this.

He groaned at the sound of your voice, his lips brushing against your ear.

"That’s it, pretty girl. Cum f’me," he rasped, his hand tightening around your neck just enough to send a thrill through you.

The roughness of his voice, the commanding way he held you—it pushed you over the edge.

Your body tensed, the world spinning as your orgasm ripped through you with a force that left you gasping, your walls clenching tightly around him as wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your veins.

You cried out his name followed by a pornographic moan, legs trembling, your nails digging into his shoulders as you rode the intensity of it, your whole body shaking as the pleasure overtook you.

Toji’s hand slipped from your neck, sliding down to your waist as he kept moving, working you through the aftershocks as your body convulsed beneath him.

“There you go,” he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction, his hips slowing as he watched the way you writhed under him, completely lost in the ecstasy he’d given you.

Panting and spent, your body collapsed back against the car, your chest heaving as the last waves of your orgasm rolled through you.

Toji’s eyes gleamed with pride as he pulled out, his hands still possessively resting on your hips.

"You look so damn pretty when you cum," he murmured, leaning down to press a rough kiss against your lips, your body still tingling from the intensity of it all.

You were utterly spent, trembling in the aftermath, but as Toji’s lips curled into that familiar smirk, you knew...

He wasn’t done with you yet.

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jamminvroomvroom · 7 months ago

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hi babe i’m here from the dms but. speaking of brain rot, thinking abt fwb lando again where u stay the night after and wake up in the morning expecting him to be gone already for smth work related or what not but he’s still in bed absolutely clinging to u. and then more soft sleepy morning sex 🫠🫠

play pretend.

ln x fem!reader

in which it’s time to stop pretending…

just a little blurb to say…. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lavenderlando !! sorry i made you wait like 6 months for this lmfao i love u girl, u mean the world to me and i hope this hits the spot 💖💖 lemme know what y’all think, more 4k requests will be worked on asap (it’s exam szn ew)

songs to set the mood: denial by james marriott, real love baby by father john misty, can i call you rose? by thee sacred souls

warnings: 18+!! minors go away! smut, morning sex, friends to lovers, best friend!reader, friends with benefits type relationship, fluff, unprotected sex (don’t be silly…)

1k words

cool air casts goosebumps over your bare skin, the open window letting in the morning breeze. you tug at the grey bedsheets, dragging them higher over your frame where you lay. you eyes are cracked open, hazily taking in the sight before you.

he’s still here.

you often expect lando to be gone when you wake up. sometimes it’s because of work, sometimes it’s because you’d promised not to do this again but alcohol had then rendered the both of you irresistible to the other, and it was too awkward to have yet another jarring conversation about how you’re such good friends.

but he’s there. and he’s looking at you.

“hi.” he croaks, soft and low. you revel in his morning voice on the rare occasions you get to hear it.

“hey.” you mumble, leaning in closer to him.

he pushes the duvet up and away, inviting you into his arms, and you wriggle towards him. he’s a human heater, and you’re cold, that’s the only reason you snuggle up, tucked between his arms.

“you’re still here.” you whisper into his chest, purposefully quiet, almost as if you don’t actually want him to hear you.

“couldn’t leave you.” he mutters quietly.

you crane your head to look up at him, eyes blown wide at the admission.

“why?”

“i hate leaving after.”

the ‘after’ hangs heavy in the air between you for a second. he’s eyeing up your lips and you’re returning the gesture, sleepy eyes flitting between his and his plush lips.

this never happens. usually, the night starts with too many drinks too quickly, progresses to his hands dropping dangerously low on your waist, leads to the pair of you mentally scarring an innocent taxi driver, and ends with you underneath him. or, on top of him. and then, he’s gone.

“for the record, i hate it when you go.” you reply, and the space between you dissipates. there are so many unsaid words being traded between you, an intense charge of energy. you’re anxiously sliding your hands up his sides, itching to feel impossibly closer.

“maybe i should stop going then, hm?” two of lando’s fingers grasp your chin, tilting it up to bump his.

“yeah.” you breathe.

it’s like he’s tugged an invisible string, and you’re melting into him, his lips slotting immaculately over yours, as if they were sculpted by god to rest against yours. he tastes familiar, it’s rare you get to kiss him sober and in the light of day. you bask in it, finding the messy, loose curls tickling the back of his neck, threading your fingers through the thick, brown strands. he groans, parting his mouth just enough for you to slide your tongue over his.

“want you. now.” you gasp urgently into the space where your lips part, your body rolling hungrily against his.

“i always want you, drives me crazy.” lando grunts, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you even closer.

lando slots his thigh between your legs, and you search for friction, rutting against him. you’re both naked from the blurry night before so you can feel everything, each part of him so ready for you. you’re slick for him already, can feel the way it’s painting your inner thighs. you hate how easy it is to lose yourself in him.

“take me then.” you whine, your forehead collapsing against his shoulder.

lando smirks, flipping you over so that your back is to his chest, like you’re nothing. he hooks your top leg over his, sliding himself closer to where you’re aching for him.

“can’t keep pretending.” lando whispers against the shell of your ear.

he slides deep, then, filling you to the hilt. it knocks the air out of you, your back arching at the sensation of him hitting every single spot that mattered.

“then let’s not pretend anymore.” you choke out, your head rolling back against his shoulder.

“yeah, baby? wanna be all mine?” he teases, thrusting deep and slow, the slide of him shooting pleasure over your body like the slow, satisfying drip of warm honey.

“already am, all yours.” you sigh, totally and utterly content as your nerve endings pulsed with pleasure.

“good girl.” lando praises, his voice fucked out and lovestruck.

as if he’s rewarding you for your admission, the pad of his finger slips down your navel, finding your clit. you’re soaked for him, wet and warm, and he traces circles into the bundle of nerves, each touch sending you keening back into him.

“so close.” you sound like you’re begging, pleading for him to let you finish all over him.

“gotta say please.” he nips the skin of your shoulder and you squirm, toes curling.

“please, lando.” you writhe, canting your hips back against him.

“sound so pretty for me.” he coos, peppering kisses down your neck.

his fingers speed up against your folds, working you perfectly to a sweet release. everything is still blurred by sleep, your body overly sensitive from the cool air pouring in through the window and the slumber still lodged in your bones.

“cum with me.” you slur, your eyes squeezing shut. you almost turn into him, convulsing in his arms to the point where you’d be staring into his stormy eyes if you could manage to pry yours open.

“let me see those eyes.” he commands, your entire body shuddering. you blink, staring up at him, and you both fold, meeting your ends. he looks fierce, starved, completely enamoured with every single way your face moves.

your jaw hangs agape, a choked cry stifled in the back of your throat. it’s all too much, and just about enough, huge, calloused hands roaming your body as your shake, spilling all over him.

“god.” you breathe, flopping limply against him. he stays buried inside of you, his face lost to the damp skin of the crook of your neck.

“i never would of left all those mornings if i knew this is the good morning i’d get.” lando laughs, the sound deep and wholesome. you cosy yourself up even closer to him.

“not letting you leave from now on.” you murmur, smiling to yourself when you feel his lips press against the back of your head.

“you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

sorry this is soooo bad lmao i felt the urge to write something short n sweet xoxo

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gay-dorito-dust · 6 months ago

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I'm here with a Wuthering Waves request.

Could I request Jiyan with a s/o who likes talking about how pretty and handsome he is?

‘Look at you,’ you said softly as you held his face within your hands, fingertips caressing his skin as though it was made out of porcelain, while your gaze was transfixed on the many shades that made up his gorgeous eyes that always seemed to be set in a glare or deep thought. ‘Beautiful.’

Jiyan thought that after a while he would’ve gotten use to your honeyed words of sincerity and soft touches, however the general has found himself melting under your adoring gaze more times then he’d like to admit. With him being General it didn’t leave much room for you two to spend much time together, so when you do spend some time together Jiyan tries his hardest to make every second count as reconciliation for how often he’s away performing his duties.

You on the other hand didn’t mind it, sure it got lonely now and then but you’d always remind yourself that when your beloved general does come home from the battlefield, you got the opportunity to show just how much you appreciated him. You knew what you were getting into when you accepted his affections and became his partner, and as his partner it was your duty to take his mind off of his duties and bring about a sense of normality to his life.

‘Is there a reason you’re complimenting me?’ Jiyan asked, righting his hardest to not close his eyes upon feeling your fingertips caress his jaw in a way made every thought escape his head until all he could think of was how careful you were being with him.

‘I’m merely telling the truth my dear general, you are indeed a handsome man to gaze upon.’ You replied smiling warmly at him.

‘Is that why I always catch you looking at me as often as you do when I’m training?’ Jiyan raises his brow knowingly as you could only feel your cheeks flush at being caught but your couldn’t help it, you loved seeing your partner train as you got to watch him in his element and fall even more in love with him then you already had.

‘Guilty as charged,’ you chuckled as you pressed a kiss to his nose, ‘though I will not be made ashamed in watching my beloved general look ethereal and heavenly even when he’s working up a sweat.’ You added shamelessly.

Jiyan tightened his hold on your waist and pulled you in close. ‘You truly are a troublesome one aren’t you my love.’

‘Am I worth the trouble General?’ You asked him, looking deeply into those captivating eyes that you longed to look into their seemingly endless depths of pure gold forever.

‘You are indeed worth it and much more, it is I that should be asking you that question.’ Jiyan said as he recalled the important dates that he had missed due to his duties as general, he knew you didn’t resent him one bit for it, but that didn’t mean he himself had forgiven for missing out on the most important days of your life together.

You furrowed your brows as you saw a look of guilt and remorse cast over his face and you immeditly moved into action by planting kisses all over his face as you whispered sweet nothings to him. ‘You are anything but trouble my sweet, handsome Jiyan. The man with the prettiest golden eyes and the most beautiful blue hair that consumes my every waking thought to the point it maddens me.�� You pull away just to rest your forehead against his.

‘You may hold resentment towards yourself but I don’t, I miss you it’s true but my love for you is unending, I love you when you’re with me and I love you when you’re away fighting to protect our home. You are the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes upon and I will say that until I have lost my voice completely.’ You steal a kiss from his lips. ‘You are worth every bit of me even if you may not think so but you are and I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you because if I don’t, then may my heart be forever incomplete without you. So please don’t doubt yourself because I don’t doubt who my heart chooses to love wholeheartedly.’ You finished.

Jiyan only pulled you in tightly against his chest as he burrowed his head into your shoulder to hide away his burning cheeks, the words he wanted to say had died upon his tongue when you bore your heart out to him, his eyes sealed shut as he took you in your entirety and engraved it to his memory for when he had to leave once more for the battlefield; hoping that your scent would cling to him so that he’d have something of you to keep him going when stuck in the front lines.

He just wanted to have some aspect of you with him as his own personal morale boost when he was feeling at a loss, but wouldn’t allow for the soldiers to see that side of him, for if the general is shown at a loss, then the soldiers are quick to loose hope, he has to be strong for them like a good general should from his troupes and be a human second. ‘My heart has always belonged to you my dear,’ he began, ‘I didn’t see it fit that I’d receive your honeyed words due to my frequent absences, but with your unconditional love i am sure to see myself the way you see me one day; if you’ll continue to help me.’ He finishes, tightening his hold on you.

You smiled brightly as you stole kiss from his lips. ‘Forever and always my pretty General.’

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cosmicanakin · 3 months ago

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ִ𓂃 ⋆ A QUIET KIND OF FOREVER.

੭୧ . . . vinnie hacker x female!reader.

ᯓ morning cuddles with a shirtless vinnie in his parents' backyard patio? yeah, you're definitely living the dream. his strong taut arms. seattle mornings. whispered confessions. a love story told in soft kisses and the scent of pine.

warning(s) fluff┆kissing┆domestic love. 𓇼 haven't written for him in what feels like ages. i genuinely feel so bad, i'll cry. anyway! so this cute lil fic idea was based off this tiktok of him n poncho. i can't stress enough how good he looks. and yeah, i'm guilty as charged. the tiktok was kept on repeat. ain't got no shame in admitting it.

the morning sun filters through the trees surrounding vinnie's parents' home in seattle, casting dappled shadows across the back patio. you're wrapped in vinnie's arms, your body pressed against his as you both stand outside, enjoying the crisp air and each other's company.

vinnie's wearing black baggy sweatpants that hang low on his hips, showcasing the perfect v-line of his abdomen. he's shirtless, his tattooed skin on full display in the soft morning light. his black fitted cap sits backwards on his head, a few strands of curls peeking out from underneath. you can't help but admire how effortlessly handsome he looks, even in his casual attire.

your outfit is equally relaxed - a black cropped tank top that reveals a sliver of your midriff, paired with light gray baggy sweatpants and white socks. your hair is clipped back messily, still tousled from sleep. it's clear you both just rolled out of bed, drawn outside by the beautiful morning and the desire to be close to one another.

your hands rest loosely around vinnie's bare torso, fingers tracing idle patterns on his warm skin. his own hands are settled on your lower back, thumbs rubbing small circles just above the waistband of your sweatpants. the touch is gentle, almost absent-minded, but it sends little shivers of pleasure up your spine.

vinnie dips his head to the side, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. his lips trail down to your ear, where he nips playfully at your earlobe. you can feel his warm breath against your skin as he whispers, "you're so beautiful in the morning, you know that?"

you can't help the smile that spreads across your face, burying your chin deeper into his shoulder to hide your flushed cheeks. "shut up," you murmur, but there's no real protest in your voice.

he chuckles, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. "nah," he replies, placing another kiss just below your ear. "i love seeing you like this - all soft and sleepy and mine."

your heart swells at his words, and you press a kiss to his bare shoulder. your lips linger on his skin, savoring the warmth. "i love being here with you," you admit softly. "seeing where you grew up, meeting your family... it feels all so special."

vinnie's arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer. "it is special," he agrees. "having you here, in my hometown... it's like two parts of my world coming together."

you lift your head to meet his gaze, struck by the sincerity in his eyes. sometimes it still amazes you how this boy, who seems so confident and carefree to the rest of the world, can be so vulnerable and open with you.

"i'm glad i'm here," you tell him, reaching up to cup his cheek. your thumb brushes over the light stubble on his chin, and he leans into your touch.

vinnie turns his head to press a kiss to your palm, then grins mischievously. "me too. although, i gotta say, i'm a little worried about leaving you alone with my mom. who knows what embarrassing stories she'll tell you."

you laugh, shaking your head. "oh, i'm counting on those stories. i need all the dirt i can get on little vinnie hacker."

he groans dramatically, but the smile never leaves his face. "i knew this was a mistake. you and my mom are going to team up against me, aren't you?"

"absolutely," you confirm with a nod. "it's my solemn duty as your girlfriend to collect as many embarrassing childhood stories as possible."

vinnie's eyes soften at the word 'girlfriend', and he leans in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. when he pulls back, he's smiling that smile that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. "well, as long as you still like me after hearing all those stories, i guess i can't complain too much."

you pretend to consider this, tapping your chin thoughtfully. "hmm, i don't know. what if i find out you were, like, a total goof in middle school? that might be a deal-breaker."

vinnie laughs, the sound echoing in the quiet morning air. "baby, i hate to break it to you, but i was definitely a goof in middle school. probably still am, if we're being honest."

you grin, sliding your hands up his back to rest on his shoulder blades. the movement brings your bodies even closer together, and you feel vinnie's breath hitch slightly. "good thing i like goofs, then," you tease.

vinnie's eyes darken a bit as he looks at you, his gaze dropping to your lips. "oh yeah? how much do you like them?"

you lean in, your lips barely brushing against his as you speak. "why don't you find out?"

before you can close the distance, vinnie suddenly spins you around, pulling your back against his chest. his arms wrap around your waist, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. "nuh-uh," he says, his voice playful. "you can't distract me that easily. we're out here to enjoy the morning, remember?"

you laugh, leaning back into his embrace. "fine, fine. i guess the view is pretty nice."

and it is. from the back patio, you can see the lush green of the surrounding trees, their leaves rustling gently in the morning breeze. the sky is a clear, pale blue, with just a few wispy clouds drifting lazily overhead. it's peaceful in a way that's different from the constant buzz of activity you're used to in california.

vinnie hums in agreement, his chest vibrating against your back. "it is," he says, "but i think my view is better."

you roll your eyes, even though he can't see it. "that was cheesy, even for you."

"you love it," he retorts, and you can hear the grin in his voice.

you don't bother denying it, because you both know it's true. instead, you lean your head back against his shoulder, closing your eyes and just breathing in the moment. the fresh morning air, the warmth of vinnie's body against yours, the quiet chirping of birds in the distance — it all combines to create a perfect, peaceful bubble that you wish you could stay in forever.

vinnie seems to be thinking along the same lines. "we should do this more often," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "just... be together. no phones, no cameras, no schedules. just us."

you nod, reaching down to lace your fingers with his where they rest on your stomach. "i'd like that," you agree softly. "although i'm not sure how we'd manage it with your crazy schedule."

he sighs, nuzzling into your neck. "we'll figure it out," he says with determination. "i'll make time. you're worth it."

your heart swells with affection, and you turn in his arms to face him again. "you're a pretty awesome boyfriend," you tell him, your hands coming to rest on his chest.

vinnie grins, that cocky, charming smile that first caught your attention all those months ago. "i know," he says with a wink.

you laugh, shaking your head at his antics. "and goofy, too," you tease.

"the goofiest," he agrees solemnly, before breaking into another grin.

you can't resist anymore. you rise up on your toes, pressing your lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss. vinnie responds immediately, one hand coming up to cradle the side of your neck as he deepens the kiss.

when you finally pull apart, you're both a little breathless. vinnie rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed and a content smile on his face. "i love you," he whispers, so quietly you almost miss it.

your heart skips a beat. it's not the first time he's said it, but it still sends a thrill through you every time. "i love you too," you whisper back, your fingers tracing the lines of the snake tattoo over his collarbone and neck.

vinnie opens his eyes, meeting your gaze with so much warmth and affection that it almost overwhelms you. "yeah?" he says, his voice soft and a little awed, as if he still can't quite believe it.

"yeah," you confirm, smiling up at him. "always."

he kisses you again, slow and deep, pouring all his feelings into it. when you break apart this time, you're both grinning like idiots.

"come on," vinnie says, taking your hand. "let's go inside. i think i smell mom making pancakes."

as you follow him back into the house, your hand in his, you can't help but feel grateful for this moment - for the chance to see this side of vinnie, to be a part of his world in a way that feels so intimate and so real. you know that moments like these - quiet, perfect, and filled with love - will always be worth it.

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sushiyuzu · 1 month ago

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“don’t let him stare at you like that.”

nanami kento x fem!reader

warning: soft smut — kento being jealous and possessive in heat. minors dni!

- backup acc: @blushpawss

you sit across from kento, the flickering candlelight casting a warm glow on his chiseled features. he’s dressed in a tailored suit that accentuates his broad shoulders, and you can’t help but admire how handsome he looks tonight.

you guys are in a restaurant, which kento—like a gentleman—had taken you out for a fancy dinner earlier to strengthen the bond between the two of you. the venue buzzes softly around you, the low hum of conversations blending with the clinking of silverware.

you feel the soft lace of your red mermaid dress hug your curves, the fabric accentuating every movement. as you lean forward to speak, you catch kento’s gaze lingering on your neckline, his expression a mix of admiration and something more primal. the moment feels electric, charged with an unspoken tension that makes your heart race.

but then, you notice the waiter. he’s handsome, with a charming smile, and he seems to pay a little too much attention to you. you feel a flicker of discomfort when kento’s demeanor shifts. his jaw tightens, and you can see the irritation flashing in his eyes. it’s subtle, but it’s there, a protective instinct bubbling just beneath the surface.

“are you enjoying the food?” kento asks, his voice smooth but edged with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

“it’s delicious,” you reply, trying to maintain the lightness of the moment, but you can feel the heat radiating from him. he leans closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “just don’t let him stare at you like that.”

the possessiveness in his tone sends a thrill through you, and you nod, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. it’s thrilling and intoxicating, knowing that he’s so affected by this. as the dinner progresses, kento’s hand finds yours across the table. his fingers intertwine with yours, his touch firm yet tender, grounding you amidst the growing tension. you can feel the heat radiating from him, a simmering intensity that makes you acutely aware of every brush of his skin against yours. the air around you feels thick with desire, and you can’t help but lean closer, drawn to him.

as the waiter comes to take your plates, kento’s eyes never leave you, his expression dark and possessive. you can see the tension coiling within him, and it only makes you want him more. after the waiter leaves, he leans in, his breath warm against your ear, whispering, “you look so beautiful tonight. i can’t take my eyes off you.”

the compliment sends a shiver down your spine. you can feel your heart racing in response to his words, the way his gaze roams over your body like he’s memorizing every detail. when the meal is finally over, kento stands, his eyes dark with a mix of jealousy and need. he gestures for you to follow him, and as you step outside, the cool evening air contrasts sharply with the warmth of the restaurant. but the chill doesn’t last long; kento pulls you close, his body heat enveloping you.

“i couldn’t stand the way he looked at you,” he admits, his voice low and gravelly, as he backs you against the wall of the restaurant. the intensity in his gaze makes your breath hitch, and your heart races as he leans in, brushing his lips against your neck.

you shiver at the contact, feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated. kento’s breath is warm against your skin as he whispers, “you’re mine. no one else can look at you like that.”

his lips find yours in a heated kiss, filled with urgency and need. he kisses you deeply, pouring all his frustration and desire into that single moment. you respond eagerly, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as his kisses grow more fervent, trailing down to your collarbone.

“kento,” you breathe, feeling the weight of his body pressing against you, heat pooling in your belly as his mouth travels lower. he teases the edge of your dress, fingertips brushing against your soft skin, igniting every nerve ending.

“what do you want, baby?” he murmurs against your collarbone, his warm breath sending goosebumps across your skin. “tell me.”

“i want you,” you gasp, desperation evident in your voice, and the raw need in your words makes his gaze darken with desire.

“you want me to take you right here?” he teases, biting down lightly on your shoulder, his teeth leaving a mark that makes your breath hitch. “so everyone can see how much you belong to me?”

the thrill of his words sends a jolt of excitement through you, and you nod, heart racing at the thought.

“yes, please,” you whisper, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

kento captures your lips again, his hands roaming down your body, gripping your waist as he pushes you further against the wall. the heat radiating from him mingles with the tension in the air, making you feel alive. he breaks the kiss and moves lower, his lips trailing down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving small bites that sting and thrill all at once.

“i want everyone to see the marks i leave on you,” he growls, and with a swift motion, he pulls your dress down slightly, exposing more of your skin. his lips find the soft flesh of your breasts, kissing and biting, leaving deep red hickeys that will bloom like flowers in the days to come.

“kento!” you gasp, feeling a mix of pleasure and embarrassment as he lavishes attention on your breasts. his mouth works expertly, teasing you with bites and kisses that make you writhe against him, desperate for more.

“you like that, don’t you?” he smirks, looking up at you with darkened eyes, his voice dripping with teasing dominance. “you love it when I mark you as mine.”

you can barely respond, the pleasure overwhelming you as he continues to nip and suck, leaving marks that scream of possession. the way he focuses on your breasts, the heat of his mouth, and the pressure of his teeth only heighten your desire.

“you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, almost reverently, as he pulls back slightly to admire the marks he’s left on your skin. “i want to see you like this all the time.”

with a low growl, he captures your lips once more, his kiss more demanding this time, as if he’s trying to consume you whole. he presses his body against yours, and you can feel the hard evidence of his desire pressing into your thigh, intensifying your own need for him.

“let’s get out of here,” he breathes against your mouth, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he leads you down the street, the cool air contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from your bodies.

he pulls you into a nearby alley, the darkness enveloping you both, a thrill coursing through you at the secrecy of it all. kento presses you against the cool brick wall, his lips crashing against yours again with a fervor that leaves you breathless.

“i’ve been thinking about this all night,” he growls, his hands roaming down your body, exploring every curve. he teases the hem of your dress, fingers brushing against your thighs, making you ache for more.

“please,” you whisper, desperation lacing your voice, and he gives you a wicked smile, knowing just how to push you to the edge.

“please what?” he challenges, pulling back to search your eyes, his expression one of mischief and desire.

“please don’t stop,” you plead, and that’s all the encouragement he needs to resume kissing you, pouring all his longing and passion into the moment, making it impossible for you to think about anything else but him.

“i’ll give you everything you want, but you have to promise me something,” he says, his voice low and serious as he pulls back to meet your gaze.

“what?” you breathe, heart racing, anticipation thrumming through your veins.

“promise me you’ll scream my name when i make you feel good,” he says with a smirk, and your breath hitches at his words, a rush of heat flooding your cheeks.

“i promise,” you reply breathlessly, and he crashes his mouth against yours once more, sealing the promise with a heated kiss.

in this alley, under the stars, you lose yourselves in each other, and nothing else exists.

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idkyetxoxo · 1 month ago

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Jacaerys Velaryon - Temptations

Summary - During family tensions and personal turmoil, emotions reach a boiling point and a shocking confrontation leads to chaos prompting a protective gesture from Jace sparking an intimate moment where long-hidden desires and a profound connection are revealed.

Pairing - Jacaerys Velaryon x Targaryen reader

Warnings - Strong language, violence (very slight)

Word count - 2168

Masterlist for Jacaerys • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

"You are going to drink yourself to death," I chided, the words heavy with both sorrow and frustration, as I watched Aegon's eyes roll dismissively before he took another indifferent chug from his goblet.

"You sound like Mother," Aegon muttered, the words barely escaping his lips before he drowned them in another swig of wine. His hand trembled slightly, betraying a deeper unrest.

"Leave him be, sister. Maybe if he drinks enough, he'll finally remember he has a wife. Though I doubt even that would stir him." Aemond retorted sharply, his tone a mixture of exasperation and mocking as he spun a dagger between his fingers idly.

I clenched my jaw, reigning in the impulse to lash out at my brothers.

My heart pounded in my chest, a drumbeat of warnings I had long learned to ignore but tonight, something in Aegon's eyes, that hollow, desperate look, made me want to shake him, to make him see what he was becoming.

Instead, I turned to my twin sister, Helaena, casting a sympathetic glance her way. It was a rarity for all four of us to gather in the same room, an occurrence that didn't happen often.

A knock on the chamber door shattered the moment, drawing everyone's attention. I rose from my seat and crossed the room, opening the door to reveal our nephews, Jace and Luke, standing hesitantly outside.

"Grandsire has sent us here," Jace announced, his voice tinged with reluctance.

I glanced back at my siblings. Aegon and Aemond exchanged looks of annoyance, while Helaena's smile widened ever so slightly.

It was definitely something the king would do, driven by a desperate eagerness to reunite his fractured family. His yearning for peace eclipsed any lingering complexities or reservations.

"Very well then," I replied, holding the door open wider to welcome them inside.

Jace stepped into the room, his broad shoulders now filling the space he once darted through as a boy. Despite his new strength, there was still a hint of that boyish vulnerability in the way he glanced around, uncertain, searching for an anchor.

Luke followed closely behind, his demeanour more reserved, casting cautious looks around the chamber as if sizing up the unfamiliar surroundings.

I would be lying if I claimed not to find Jace immensely attractive. We had grown up together, inseparable in our youth until circumstances led us down separate paths. Now, with his return, a rush of familiarity stirred within me, accompanied by a subtle yet undeniable flutter of feelings.

His features had matured since we last met, chiselled by the passage of years into the handsome countenance that now captivated my gaze.

As he greeted us with a hesitant smile, I couldn't help but notice how his eyes lit up when they met mine, recognizing the shared history that bound us. The years apart had only deepened my appreciation for the person he had become.

I exchanged a knowing glance with Helaena, who had always been privy to the unspoken depths of my heart.

"It would be easy for you to lie and say you had spent time with us, there is no reason to actually do it" Aegon's voice cut through the uneasy silence, his tone laced with bitterness.

I let out an exasperated sigh, sensing the familiar spiral of confrontation looming ahead.

"Aegon, for once in your life, can you not be so dreary?" I interjected, trying to inject a note of levity into the charged atmosphere.

Jace's soft laughter at my words offered a brief reprieve, and I turned towards him with a mirrored smile.

Aegon's eyes narrowed as he noticed our shared moment, a flush of embarrassment darkening his features. He leaned back in his chair, his retort sharp and defensive. "And could you not be so insufferable for once, my sweet sister?"

"She's far more tolerable than you," Helaena's quiet remark carried a weight of truth that hung in the air like a silent accusation.

Despite the tension, I couldn't suppress a laugh at Helaena's understated wit.

Aegon's grip on his goblet tightened, as if crushing it could somehow silence the rage boiling within him. His next words cut through the room with a venomous edge. "Keep your mouth shut, wife."

The words stung, igniting a fiery response within me.

"Don't speak to her like that!" My voice rose, filled with a mixture of anger and protective instinct. "Helaena deserves better than your constant disrespect."

Aegon sneered, his voice dripping with scorn, his tone turning nastier. "Oh, so now you're the defender of all things virtuous? Spare me, sister. Your holier-than-thou attitude is nauseating."

"At least I care about someone other than myself!" I shot back, the frustration of years of pent-up grievances spilling forth. "All you do is drink and wallow in self-pity."

Aegon's eyes flashed with fury, his retort laced with raw emotion. "You think you're better than me? You, who pretends to be so noble?"

"You are a disgrace," I responded, my voice cold and cutting. "Your behaviour shames us all."

Aegon stood abruptly swaying slightly, the flickering torchlight casting shadows that danced across his contorted face, twisted with anger and bitterness.

"And you think you're so perfect? You're nothing but a hypocrite, always judging everyone else while pretending to be the pure, untouchable princess," he accused, his words dripping with venom.

"Better a hypocrite than a drunken fool," I shot back, my own anger rising to meet his.

Aegon's hand slammed down on the table, the force causing the wine to spill from his goblet and pool across the polished wood.

"You know nothing of my struggles, nothing of my pain," he seethed, his eyes flashing with anguish. "You're just a spoiled brat who's had everything handed to her."

"And you?" I countered sharply, my voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "You've wasted every opportunity given to you, drowning in your own misery."

A bitter laugh escaped his lips, edged with a dark mockery. "And what about you? Unmarried, unloved. I wonder why that is, maybe no one wants you after all."

His words struck like a dagger, twisting in wounds I had long buried. The mask of control I had worn so carefully began to crack, and with it, the flood of years of resentment threatened to drown us both.

"You know nothing of my choices or my heart," I shot back, my voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and defiance. "You think marriage defines worth? Perhaps it's your own inability to love beyond yourself that repels others."

Aegon's face contorted with a mixture of fury and hurt pride, his retort sharp and unforgiving. "Always quick to judge, aren't you? Maybe if you weren't so cold and aloof, someone might actually care for you."

Jace stepped forward, his voice cutting through the taunting atmosphere with firmness. "That's enough, both of you."

Aemond's gaze shifted to Jace, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. "Defending her, are you? Have you taken a liking to our sister, Jace?"

Aegon chimed in, his tone laced with mockery now as a sly smile formed on his lips. "Yes, do tell us. Has our dear sister captured your heart?"

Jace's cheeks flushed crimson, caught off guard by the teasing. He stumbled over his words, attempting to deflect. "I—I'm just trying to keep the peace."

Aegon chuckled, nudging Aemond with his elbow. "Oh, look at him blush! Our little nephew seems quite smitten."

Aemond leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "How charming. Tell us, Jace, do you dream of her at night?"

Aegon joined in with a smirk of his own, stoking the teasing further. "Do you imagine every possible way to have her?"

Jace's discomfort only seemed to fuel their amusement. He cleared his throat nervously, searching for a response that would deflect their teasing without adding more fuel to their fire.

"Aegon, Aemond, stop," I interjected firmly, my patience wearing thin. "This is not amusing."

They paid no heed to my warning. Aegon's smirk widened, his tone goading. "Come now, nephew. Don't be shy. Share with us your feelings for our sister."

Jace looked to me for support, and all I could offer was a sympathetic glance.

"Aegon, stop it," I repeated, my voice carrying a note of authority that demanded their attention.

Determined to put an end to the escalating conflict, I rose from my seat and swiftly moved to disarm Aegon. His drunken grip on the cup and his words had crossed a line that demanded intervention.

"You've drank enough, and you've said enough," I asserted firmly, reaching out to take the spilling cup from his hand.

Before I could complete the action, Aegon's hand shot out and seized the back of my hair, his grip tight and painful. A sharp cry escaped my lips as the cup slipped crashing loudly to the floor and creating a mess.

Instantly, Aemond, Jace, and Luke sprang to their feet, ready to intervene. Helaena, anticipating the eruption of violence, covered her ears, bracing herself for the impending confrontation.

"Aegon, let go!" I screamed, agony pulsing from his tight grip. "You're hurting me!" My voice cracked with both pain and disbelief.

His face twisted with rage, and he spat out a venomous epithet. "You bitch."

"Brother, that's enough," Aemond interjected sternly, attempting to diffuse the situation.

Aegon's response was a mocking laugh. "Is it really? Our sweet sister should learn that vying for the attention of a bastard is a form of betrayal."

"Release her," Jace commanded, stepping forward with a protective stance.

Aegon scoffed but finally relinquished his hold on my hair, shoving me forward as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience. Jace reacted swiftly, catching me in his arms and steadying me as I stumbled.

I took a step back, trembling with a mix of fear and indignation, my hand instinctively going to the back of my head where Aegon's fingers had dug into my scalp.

"Get out, all of you," I managed to say, my voice trembling.

Aegon and Aemond were the first to leave, their departure marked by heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor. Luke followed, casting a worried glance back at me before disappearing through the doorway.

Helaena hesitated, her concern evident in the lingering look she gave me, but I waved off her worry with a strained smile.

As Jace turned to leave, his steps measured and deliberate, he paused midway through the room hesitation tugging at him. Something in his expression softened as he glanced back at me, concern etching lines across his usually composed features.

"Are you alright?" His voice was gentle, laced with genuine worry as he approached me.

I nodded, but it was a shaky, uncertain gesture. The events of the evening still lingered in my mind, leaving a trail of raw, unsettled emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.

"Are you sure?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a gentle coaxing that made my heart ache.

"Yes," I murmured, though the word felt hollow, lacking the conviction I wanted to convey. It was more of a reflex than a reassurance.

Jace closed the distance between us, his touch feather-light as he wiped away a stray tear from my cheek. His fingers lingered, warm and reassuring, replacing the lingering ache left by Aegon's harsh grip.

We stood facing each other, the air thick with unspoken words and unexplored feelings. His thumb brushed against my cheek, a gentle caress that I couldn't help but lean into.

Without words, without hesitation, our faces drew closer until our lips were mere inches apart.

The tension and uncertainty of the evening melted into a shared longing, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken bond that had grown between us over the years.

Our kiss began tentatively, a delicate exploration of newfound emotions and buried desires. Lips met in a tender embrace, conveying more than words could ever express.

As the kiss deepened, I felt a surge of passion that had long been suppressed. The teasing banter, the familial tensions they all ignited something within us, a fire that burned brighter with each heartbeat.

Jace's hands cupped my face with a tenderness that spoke of reverence, drawing me closer. There was no rush, no urgency, just a profound sense of rightness in the way we fit together. I responded eagerly, my fingers tangling in his hair.

When we finally parted for breath, our chests rose and fell in unison, the shared intensity of the moment leaving us both breathless.

"We should stop," I whispered against his lips, the rational part of me aware of the complications and consequences.

"We should," Jace agreed, his voice husky with desire, but his eyes, locked on mine, told a different story.

"Are you going to stop?" I asked, my breath mingling with his as we lingered in the closeness of the moment, neither of us willing to pull away.

"No," he murmured, his voice a promise and a declaration. His arms tightened around me as he drew me back into another fervent kiss.

In that embrace, we surrendered to the truth that had been growing between us all this time.

It was a truth that had been quietly blossoming, nurtured by shared glances, stolen moments, and an unspoken understanding that had always lingered just beneath the surface.

A/n - We should stop...no!

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librababe99 · 3 months ago

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Caught in His Claws

❥・CW: MDNI 18+, smut, old man Logan, female reader, established relationship, daddy kink, power play, brat taming, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all!!), age gap ❥・Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: After pushing Logan's patiences to the limit, the man you love decides its time to teach you a lesson...

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The night was still, the cold breeze whispering through the trees as the cabin nestled deep in the woods held its warmth within. The fire crackled softly, casting shadows that danced along the wooden walls. The air inside was thick with tension, a palpable energy that had been brewing all evening.

You had pushed him. Again. And you knew it.

Logan sat in his armchair, the creak of the old leather under him the only sound that broke the silence besides the fire. His rough hands held a whiskey glass, the amber liquid swirling as he took another slow sip, his eyes never leaving you. Those dark, intense eyes—eyes that had seen too much, endured too much—were fixed on you, his patience worn thin.

You were on the couch, legs tucked under you, an innocent expression masking the mischievous glint in your eyes. But Logan wasn’t fooled. He knew you too well, knew exactly what you were doing. You’d been teasing him all night, little remarks here and there, brushing against him as you passed by, testing the limits of his control.

But that control was slipping, and you could see it in the way his jaw tightened, the way his muscles tensed beneath the worn flannel shirt he wore. You felt a thrill of satisfaction at that, knowing you could get under his skin, knowing you had the power to make him lose that iron grip he usually held so tightly.

“Y’know what you’re doin’, darlin’,” Logan finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. He leaned forward, placing the glass on the table beside him, and you could feel the shift in the room’s atmosphere. “You’re playin’ with fire.”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance, though your heart was racing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A slow, predatory smile spread across Logan’s lips, and he stood, the weight of his presence almost suffocating as he crossed the room toward you. Every step was deliberate, calculated, and it made your pulse quicken in anticipation.

“Oh, I think you do,” he murmured, his voice like velvet and gravel all at once. “You’ve been brattin’ all night, haven’t you? Testing me?”

Your breath hitched as he loomed over you, his shadow casting you in darkness. The air between you was electric, charged with the tension that had been building all evening.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied, your voice soft, almost breathless. But the way your eyes darted away from him betrayed you.

Logan let out a low chuckle, but there was no humor in it. He reached down, his calloused fingers gently gripping your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Look at me when you’re lyin’, darlin’. Makes it more fun for me.”

You swallowed hard, your bravado wavering under his intense gaze. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, and you couldn’t help but part your lips, a silent invitation that you weren’t even aware you were offering.

“You wanna be a brat? Fine,” he growled, leaning down until his face was inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. “But you know what happens to brats, don’t you?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the thrill of the game sending adrenaline rushing through your veins. “And what’s that?” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

Logan’s eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide as he gazed down at you. “They get put in their place” he said, his voice rough with desire and a hint of something darker, something more primal.

Before you could react, his lips crashed against yours, a searing kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. It was fierce, demanding, and you melted into it, your body responding to him as if it had been waiting for this moment all night. His hands were rough as they slid down your body, gripping your hips with a possessive force that made you gasp.

He pulled you up off the couch, his strength making it easy as he guided you toward the wall. You barely had time to catch your breath before he had you pressed against the wooden surface, his body trapping yours, his lips never leaving yours.

The kiss was punishing, his teeth nipping at your lips, his tongue demanding entry that you eagerly granted. You moaned into his mouth, your hands clutching at his shoulders, his flannel shirt bunching in your fists as you tried to ground yourself in the whirlwind of sensations.

Logan’s hands were everywhere, exploring your body with a roughness that sent jolts of pleasure through you. He tugged at your shirt, pulling it up over your head, and you shivered as the cool air hit your skin. His mouth left yours, trailing down your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive flesh, making you gasp.

“You’ve been askin’ for this, darlin’,” he murmured against your skin, his voice sending vibrations through your body. “Now you’re gonna get it.”

His words sent a rush of heat pooling between your thighs, and you bit your lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape. But Logan noticed, of course he did, and he chuckled darkly, his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants.

He unbuttoned them with a deftness that belied the roughness of his fingers, and within moments, they were on the floor, leaving you exposed, vulnerable to his gaze. His eyes raked over you, taking in every inch of your bare skin, and you felt your cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he growled, his hands gripping your hips as he pressed his body against yours. You could feel the hard length of him through his jeans, and it sent a jolt of desire through you, making you arch against him.

“Logan,” you breathed, your voice a mixture of plea and challenge.

But he wasn’t going to let you off that easily. No, you’d pushed him too far, and now he was going to make sure you knew exactly who was in control.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated for a moment, the thrill of defiance still lingering, but the look in his eyes made it clear that he wasn’t going to ask twice. With a deep breath, you turned to face the wall, your hands pressed against the rough wood for support.

Logan’s hands were on you in an instant, sliding up your thighs, over your ass, and you shivered at the sensation. He pressed his body against yours, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned down to whisper, “You’re mine tonight, darlin’. You got that?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your voice trembling with anticipation.

“Yes, what?” he demanded, his teeth grazing your earlobe.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he growled, and then you felt the sharp sting of his hand coming down on your ass, making you yelp in surprise.

The sensation sent a wave of heat rushing through you, and you bit your lip, trying to keep quiet. But Logan wasn’t done with you yet. His hand came down again, harder this time, and you moaned, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that had your body trembling.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for me now, aren’t you?” Logan asked, his voice dark and filled with promise.

“Yes,” you whimpered, pressing your hips back against him, desperate for more.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his hand sliding between your thighs, his fingers brushing against your wetness.

The sensation made you gasp, your body arching against him as he teased you, his fingers barely grazing your most sensitive spot. “Please,” you begged, your voice breathless.

“Please what?” he asked, his voice taunting as he continued to tease you, keeping you on the edge.

“Please, Daddy,” you pleaded, your hips moving against his hand, desperate for more. “Please, I need you.”

A dark chuckle escaped his lips, and you could feel the satisfaction radiating off him. “That’s what I wanted to hear,” he murmured, and then his fingers plunged into you, filling you in a way that made stars burst behind your eyes.

You cried out, your body arching against the wall as he moved his fingers inside you, his thumb pressing against your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. You were already so close, your body trembling with the intensity of it, but Logan wasn’t going to let you come that easily.

He pulled his fingers out of you just as you were on the brink, and you whimpered in protest, your body aching with the need for release.

“Not yet,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “You’re gonna come when I say you can, and not a second before. Understand?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you tried to regain control, but it was hard when your body was screaming for release, every nerve ending on fire with the need for him.

Logan didn’t give you a moment to recover. He turned you around again, his hands gripping your hips as he lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against you, and it made your breath hitch in anticipation.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice commanding as he positioned himself at your entrance.

You obeyed, your eyes locking onto his, and the intensity in his gaze made your heart race. He held your gaze as he slowly pushed into you, inch by inch, the sensation overwhelming as he stretched and filled you completely. Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp, your eyes fluttering but never breaking contact with his. The connection between you in that moment was electric, an unspoken understanding passing between you both—a dance of power and submission, control and surrender.

Logan didn’t move right away, letting you adjust to the fullness of him inside you, his hands gripping your hips with a firm but gentle hold. His breathing was heavy, his muscles tense as he held back, waiting for you to give him the sign that you were ready for more.

You tightened your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, your body silently pleading for him to move, to give you what you so desperately needed. A soft moan escaped your lips, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

With a low growl, Logan began to move, pulling back slowly before thrusting back into you with a deep, deliberate stroke that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body. You cried out, your head falling back against the wall, but Logan wasn’t having that. His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, guiding it back down until your eyes were locked onto his once more.

“Keep your eyes on me, darlin’,” he rasped, his voice rough with desire. “I want to see you when you fall apart.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body trembling as he set a rhythm, each thrust deep and unrelenting, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as the pleasure built within you, each wave crashing harder than the last.

“Logan,” you breathed, your voice trembling, a mix of plea and praise as you felt yourself hurtling toward release. But you remembered his earlier command and bit your lip, trying to hold back, not wanting to disobey him again.

He noticed your struggle, a dark smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “That’s it, darlin’. Hold on for me. Don’t you dare come yet.”

His words were a delicious torment, and it took everything in you not to let go, your body trembling with the effort. Logan’s pace quickened, his thrusts harder, deeper, and you could see the restraint in his eyes, the way his muscles tensed as he held back his own release.

“Please,” you whimpered, the word slipping out before you could stop it. The pleasure was too much, the need too overwhelming.

“Not yet,” he growled, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—a sign that he was just as close to the edge as you were.

You were barely holding on, your body aching with the need to come, and Logan knew it. He was pushing you, testing your limits, and it was driving you wild. Your nails raked down his back, and you could feel the growl rumbling deep in his chest, his control slipping.

“Now,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, a dark promise in his tone. “Come for me, darlin’. Let go.”

The permission was all you needed. With a cry, you came undone, your body convulsing around him as the pleasure exploded within you, every nerve ending on fire as the waves of ecstasy crashed over you. Your vision blurred, your senses overwhelmed as you fell apart in his arms.

Logan wasn’t far behind. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he found his release, his grip on you tightening as if he never wanted to let go. The sensation of him filling you, his warmth spreading through you, only heightened the intensity of your own orgasm, and you clung to him, riding out the last waves of pleasure together.

For a moment, the world around you faded away, and there was nothing but the two of you, connected in the most intimate way possible. Your breathing was ragged, your bodies slick with sweat, but you felt a deep sense of satisfaction, a contentment that warmed you from the inside out.

Logan held you against the wall, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath, the intensity of the moment slowly ebbing away, leaving behind a sense of peace. His eyes, once filled with such fierce desire, were now soft, tender as they looked into yours.

“Darlin’,” he murmured, his voice still rough but filled with a warmth that made your heart swell. “You’re somethin’ else, y’know that?”

You smiled, your fingers brushing over the stubble on his jaw. “I could say the same about you, old man.”

A chuckle rumbled through his chest, and he leaned in to kiss you, this time soft, slow, a contrast to the fire that had burned between you just moments ago. It was a kiss filled with promise, with affection, and it made your heart flutter in a way that had nothing to do with the physical connection between you.

When he finally pulled back, he didn’t let you go. Instead, he carried you over to the couch, laying you down gently before settling beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

“Think you learned your lesson?” he teased, his voice laced with a warmth that made you smile.

You snuggled into his embrace, feeling content, safe in his arms. “For now,” you replied with a playful smirk, though your body was already feeling the exhaustion settling in.

Logan chuckled again, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Guess we’ll see ‘bout that, won’t we?”

You hummed in agreement, your eyes fluttering closed as the warmth of the fire and the comfort of his presence lulled you into a peaceful drowsiness. You knew that you would test his patience again, push his limits just to feel that thrill, that intoxicating mix of power and surrender. But for now, you were content to rest in the aftermath, savoring the quiet intimacy that had settled between you.

As you drifted off to sleep, you felt Logan’s hand gently stroking your hair, his touch tender, protective. And in that moment, you knew that no matter how much you pushed, how much you teased and tempted him, he would always be there to catch you, to tame the fire within you with his own.

And that thought alone was enough to make you smile as you fell into a deep, contented sleep, wrapped in the arms of the man who knew you better than anyone else ever could.

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A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed this one! Logan is living rent free in my head at this point🤭

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lelengerine · 2 months ago

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pairing. jeno x reader

synopsis. based on this req <3

genre. friends to lovers au, very much situationship vibes at first, a LOT of overthinking being done >:D, honestly they're a little dumb for not realizing eo's feelings... lmk if anything was missed!

wc. 1.0k words

notes. ahhh i absolutely loved writing this TAT i really feel like jeno would be the type of person you'd be in this kind of situation with,, u are so right for this anon!! likes and feedback are highly appreciated!

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it was one of those things you never gave much thought to in the beginning—a brush of fingers as you passed jeno a drink, the occasional accidental graze of hands when you walked side by side. but lately, it was happening more often, and the frequency was something you noticed more often than not. your pinkies would always linger in each other’s proximity just a beat too long, like they were waiting for permission to stay, yet despite this, neither of you ever said anything to address it. what was there to say? you told yourself not to overthink it. jeno was your best friend, and best friends were allowed to be close. right?

but now, the subtle touches had turned into something else. you’d been holding hands, and not just in fleeting, momentary grasps, but in quiet moments where neither of you dared to pull away. it started with using little things as an excuse—safety while crossing the street, blaming the chill of the weather, sitting close enough that his hand would somehow find yours, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

that also meant it had become impossible to ignore.

today, you sat across from jeno at the café you both loved, the one with the worn, wooden tables and the smell of fresh pastries that made the place feel like home. the late afternoon sun filtered through the large windows, casting a soft golden glow over everything. it should’ve been relaxing, like usual, but today there was an undercurrent of something different in the air. the conversation flowed like usual—random topics, the comfortable back and forth you both were so good at, but you kept getting distracted.

your hand rested next to jeno’s on the table, the space between them feeling charged with unspoken words. you hadn’t noticed it at first, but now every shift, every little movement, felt like a dance—as if you were both painfully aware of how close you were but too afraid to do anything about it.

your gaze eventually flickered to the sight of your hand, coming to realize that your hands were unknowingly inching closer to each other again. jeno had large hands, littered with callouses from countless hours of playing video games at midnight. yours were much smaller and had that delicate look to it, but somehow the contrast seemed just right when they were together.

you shook yourself out of your thoughts, forcing your attention back to what jeno was saying; something about the latest hobby he picked up from his friend, photography, and how he was trying to capture the little details that people often overlooked for the past week. you tried to focus—you really did—but the weight of your own thoughts kept pulling you back.

“hey,” the sound of his voice cut through your reverie, and you blinked, startled to find him watching you. his eyes, which were usually playful, held something deeper, like he was trying to figure something out. “you okay?”

“yeah,” you replied too quickly for your liking, feeling your pulse quicken. “just... spaced out for a second.”

but jeno didn’t seem convinced. his gaze lingered on you a moment longer, then drifted down to where your hands still rested—close, but not quite touching. his lips quirked up into a small, almost nervous smile. “can i ask you something?”

“sure.” if his goal was to rub off his nervousness onto you, then he surely succeeded because you were beginning to sweat buckets on the inside, a painful anticipation bubbling within you.

he rubbed the back of his neck in that way he always did when he was about to say something serious. you’d seen that look before—before exams, before difficult conversations about the future, but this felt different. “what are we?”

“what do you mean?” you asked, your voice betraying the calm you were trying to project. you knew exactly what he meant, but hearing it out loud was something else entirely. it was the question you had been avoiding, the one you thought maybe, just maybe, would never need to be asked.

jeno's eyes searched yours, as if he were looking for the answer that neither of you had dared to say. he hesitated, his hand finally shifting closer, fingers brushing against yours so lightly it sent a shiver down your spine. “i don’t know,” he admitted softly, “but we’ve been—” he stopped, glancing down at your hands again. “we’ve been coming to cafes together, sharing bites of our meals, even holding hands in public and... it doesn’t feel like something best friends normally do anymore.”

“i noticed,” you admitted quietly, your breath catching as your thumb brushed over his without thinking.

he nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. “so… what are we doing? are we just—” he paused, searching for the right words, “—pretending this doesn’t mean anything?”

you couldn’t help but laugh softly, though it was tinged with nervousness. “i don’t know,” you whispered. “i don’t know what we are.”

your mind was racing, trying to piece together all the feelings you’d been pushing down. you’d convinced yourself that it was nothing, that you were just overthinking things. but now, looking at him, feeling the way his fingers curled around yours like he was afraid to let go, you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore.

you closed your eyes for a brief second, willing the courage to surface. “but i do know that i like you,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “probably more than i should if you only see me as a friend.”

the weight of your words hung between you, and for a terrifying moment, you thought you’d made a mistake—that maybe you’d just ruined everything. but when you looked up, jeno wasn’t pulling away. if anything, he was leaning closer, his expression softening in a way you hadn’t expected.

“more than a friend?” he asked, his voice tinged with something between disbelief and hope.

you nodded slowly, your heart in your throat. “yeah. more than a friend.”

jeno was quiet for a long moment, his eyes never leaving yours, and when he finally spoke, his voice was gentle. “good,” he whispered, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “because i feel the same.”

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