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verareids · 6 months ago

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feel the same - s.r. x bau!reader

spencer misunderstands a conversation he overhears between reader and derek. tags/cws: misunderstandings, confessions of feelings, use of 'y/n', gn!reader, fluff, mild angst, derek morgan has big brother energy wc: 1708 (much longer than I thought lmao) a/n: I'm truly obsessed with season 1 spencer as of late so I HAD to write a fic with him in mind. <3

also posted on ao3

“You know Pretty Boy likes you, don’t you?”

Spencer had been trying to get some sleep on the flight back after working a case that had drained all his energy when the sound of Morgan’s voice caught his attention. Without opening his eyes, he knew exactly who he was talking to. Spencer had never outright admitted to anyone that he had developed feelings for you but it was getting harder to deny. Once Derek had started pointing out the way he’d look up when you entered a room or the way his eyes lingered as you walked away, he was becoming concerned that this crush was more obvious than he’d like it to be.

He’s been trying to ignore it, telling himself it’s unprofessional when really it’s because he believes there’s no way you could possibly feel the same. There’s a myriad of reasons why he wished Derek would keep his big mouth shut but honestly – that was probably the biggest.

“Likes me? How old are we?” The smooth sound of your response makes Spencer smile to himself in spite of the current situation.

“(Y/N), come on…” Derek chuckles and is immediately met with a long stretch of silence. Spencer can picture the death glare he knows he’d see on your face if he were to look at you in this moment. “Look, you know he’s never gonna ask you out himself so maybe you should just–”

“Derek.” You interrupt with an evident sternness in your tone. “I’m not having this conversation with you. I’ve told you, it’s not happening.” Ouch. Spencer had never allowed himself to dream that you would reciprocate his feelings but he definitely wishes he had been asleep for that one. With that, he forces his eyes shut tighter than before and takes in one deep, slightly shaky breath and decides to try to go back to sleep, if only so that he doesn’t have to hear you reject him even harder.

Spencer wakes up as the jet is landing and he quickly gathers all of his things, walking out and across the strip with much more urgency than usual. This detail doesn’t go unnoticed by you, not much does – especially where Spencer is concerned – and you make a mental note to check in with him later. He had caught your eye the first day you met him which must be, what? Half a year ago now? And he had been on your mind ever since. You had bonded quickly as friends, being the two youngest members on the team. About a month ago you had finally allowed yourself to acknowledge the fact that you had developed feelings for him. You’d sit next to him at any given opportunity, listen to his infamously long rants much longer than anyone else would, spend just a little too long staring at his lips as he talked you through his theories. It didn’t take long for people to notice. Elle had her suspicions, JJ made a comment every now and then, but Derek – he wouldn’t let it go. He teases you about it constantly. You haven’t given him the satisfaction of admitting it, you haven’t been able to deny it either.

When you eventually make your way into the building along with the rest of the team you notice that Spencer had already left. It’s only then you start to be concerned. It’s unlike him to leave in such a hurry, even more so to not even say goodbye. You rack your brain trying to come up for a reason for this strange behavior. Is he sick? Upset about something? Was it you? You begin to go over every interaction you’d had with him recently when you have to stop yourself before you spiral. He’s just tired. If it was serious he’d tell you… right?

The next morning you walk in to find Spencer at his desk working on the report he didn’t write last night before he had basically ran away.

“Morning, Spence!” You greet him, making an effort to sound cheerful as you lean on his desk. He doesn’t look up, like he’s trying extra hard to look busy.

“Morning, (Y/L/N).” He replies without looking up. His tone seems normal, his use of your last name is what sounds the alarms in your head.

“Hey… are you feeling alright?” You ask tentatively, not wanting to pry too much in case you really had done something wrong that you clearly weren’t aware of. “I noticed you kind of left in a hurry last night.” He finally looks up and meets your eyes, easing your nerves slightly. His eyes shift away and then back to yours before a soft smile graces his lips, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I’m okay.” He responds after a while in a way that sounds like that’s not all he wants to say. You go to reassure him, make sure he knows he can tell you anything, but stop yourself when you notice the way he tenses when you place a hand on his shoulder. Retracting your hand quickly, you begin to fidget with your fingers before running them through your hair nervously.

“Spencer… I–” You start and stop and Spencer feels a little guilty as you seem to stumble over your words anxiously. “Is it me? Did I do something? Because if I did I–”.

“(Y/N).” Spencer cuts off your panicked rambling. You take a steadying breath as he slowly rises to stand in front of you, your eyes trailing up when he towers over you. He looks around the room and sighs before focusing back on you. “Can we go somewhere to talk?” You nod and begin walking towards a storage room with Spencer following close behind, quickly checking that there's no one in there before stepping inside.

“What’s going on with you?” You break the silence as Spencer closes the door behind him. “You know you can talk to me about anything.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve been acting weird.” You notice the way he dodges the question. He can’t meet your eyes anymore, his gaze shifts around the room and he smiles awkwardly at you.

“Spence, that’s not–” You interrupt yourself, trying to find a way to put your thoughts to words without overwhelming him. “I only want you to be okay. You’ve been acting differently since last night… If there’s something going on I want to be there for you.” When you say that he smiles sadly. He looks down in thought as if he’s considering something.

“I heard you talking to Morgan…” He mumbles, still staring at his feet – wringing his hands together. You furrow your brows in confusion. Talking to Morgan? “On the jet on the way home…”

“Oh.” This isn’t happening. You figure you should’ve known Derek’s relentless teasing would be your downfall. He must know you like him now. There’s a reason you never wanted him to know how you felt. You couldn’t stand the thought of anything ruining your friendship. Spencer visibly deflates even more in front of you at your lack of response. You begin scrambling to come up with a way to get out of this horrifically embarrassing situation.

“Look, I– I didn’t mean to make this awkward…” Oh god. The way he’s stuttering and tripping over his words. You stare blankly at him, then duck your head, bracing for the impact of his rejection. “It’s not like I thought you would feel the same way I just–” Wait what? Your head snaps back up to see his face, eyes widened, which seems to startle him a little. “I wasn’t going to say anything but I guess I just got really in my head about it.” He begins to look a little panicked. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’m sorry if I did.” You just keep staring up at him, mouth agape in disbelief. “(Y/N)?” He says your name with a sad desperation and it reminds you that you should respond.

“Sorry, I–” You say slowly while shaking your head. “Are you saying that – Do you like me?” Now it’s Spencer’s turn to look confused, but it was all starting to make sense to you. You had thought he was acting weird because he had found out about your feelings, when in reality, it was the other way around.

“Yes?” He replies hesitantly.

“I like you too.” You say simply with a shy smile but Spencer looks completely taken aback.

“You do?” The way his eyes light up with a subtle excitement was adorable. Soon after, that look was replaced with skepticism. “But I thought— you told Morgan you didn’t like me.”

“I told Morgan to stop teasing me about you because I didn’t think this…” You gesture between the two of you. “Was ever going to happen.” Spencer let out a sigh of relief and smiled bashfully.

“You could have just told me.” You feel his eyes scanning your face as if he were still looking for proof that you weren’t messing with him.

“You didn’t tell me either.”

“I thought there was no way…” You make eye contact as he trails off in thought. “I guess it doesn’t matter now.” Spencer takes a tentative step closer to you but doesn’t move to touch you in any way, so you reach out to take his hands in yours, lacing your fingers together.

“Well… maybe if we don’t have to fly out for a case today, we could go to dinner tonight?” You’re staring down at your intertwined hands, squeezing once before looking back up. When you see his face he’s still looking down with a big dopey grin on his face and you can’t help but smile right back.

“Yes— definitely.” You giggle at his obvious enthusiasm.

You both stay in the storage room for another couple minutes, mostly just staring starry eyed at each other. Eventually you both decide that you should get back to work. You try to hide whatever was now going between you as much as you can but like always, Derek Morgan figures you out within minutes and he, along with the rest of the team, teases you relentlessly. (You wouldn’t have it any other way.)

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chococolte · 8 months ago

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Your sagau zhongli is my fave! Devotion is soooo good he's so good!! If he were offered a reward, what would he ask for? He definitely deserves good things for being such a dedicated worshipper

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୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, sagau + cult au shit, religious themes, g/n reader.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. hi guys......... sorry i took so long to write this, and im so happy you like my characterization of him!!!! it means so much to me!!!

Your praise.

Zhongli has rarely ever wanted.

When he was young, still arrogant and born of war, Zhongli didn't want— he took. He had no need of envy or desire. What he could not have, he would get in time. Immortality comes with an infinite patience.

If he was still that god, flippant and self-important, maybe he would demand some sort of compensation. Some sort of recompense for past agony.

For as long as Zhongli's lived, he has never wanted; not in the way a mortal yearns for their lover, or the way a dog longs for its owner until it whines. Never in any way that mattered, never before he met you.

Zhongli has had eons to become used to the loneliness that so often encompasses him. And now, knowing that you breathe the same air as him, he's become rather acquainted with the ever consuming desire to nestle close to you, like ink caressing every pore of canvas.

His desire runs through him— barking and loud, rapid and frantic— but when faced with you, a whisper, whimpering in the dark crevices of his ribs. At times, he comes close to asking you to hold him, but decorum and propriety keep him in place, tight and tense.

Liyue was built knowing your gaze followed him. Its foundations set, earth molded, and its rivers bent, hoping they would be fit to your liking. His every breath spent chasing after your favor, desiring to be remade in your image, to be exactly what you want him to be. Afraid that, when finally met with you, you will not like what you see.

Zhongli has rarely ever wanted, and rarer still, has he ever feared.

It's a mortal's fear. The fear of their lord displeased with their harvest. A boyish fear, made up of desperation and the fear of disapproval; one he shouldn't feel, one he should feel no familiarity with. One he suspects many have felt when within his own presence.

When you ask him what he would like in return for all of his efforts— a reward, you say— Zhongli feels his breath seized from him.

Zhongli lived much of his early life against you. At every opportunity, he rebelled at what he thought was a cruel god. Imperious and charged with Guizhong’s death, he would have demanded answers.

For him to have lived while those he cared for perished without a moment's repose, for him to have survived every moment of cruel war when each breath was like a whip against his lungs— he deserved to know, if you were as real as Guizhong so staunchly believed, why he had lived in her place.

Yet, despite centuries of tempered rage, Zhongli has become content to live as nothing more than your servant.

He tells you he wants for nothing. That all he desires now is the simplicity of being beside you; the escape of your laughter, where there's no need to concern himself with anything other than you. He tells you he only wishes to know how to take care of you better, how to align himself with your tastes and desires.

"I insist," you say, and Zhongli realizes it's a command. His mouth turns dry, and every word settles on his tongue like heavy weights, dead and still.

You stare, and his breath hitches, his heart a swell in his chest. Zhongli thinks of every answer, how your reaction to any could either breathe life into him, or leave him broken. How, for a moment, he amuses himself with the idea of asking for your touch— the cusp of your palm on his cheek, your fingers against his spine; how he could ask, and how you might favor him enough to do so.

He then thinks of asking you for reassurance. For affirmation of forgiveness for the actions in his youth. To finally have the certainty that he hasn’t failed you, and maybe, the confirmation that you may care for him.

“Forgive me for my impropriety, Your Grace,” Zhongli begins, voice light and breathy. His hand rests on his chest, fighting the urge to dig into his skin, hoping to calm the pounding of his heart. “But… if I may, I was wondering if I had done right by you?”

You sit inertly in silence for a moment, and Zhongli wonders if it’s on purpose, some sort of punishment for daring to ask such a thing. You had no reason to reward him, and he had been blessed enough to hold your attention for longer than a moment. He had no right to ask for your thoughts, not so directly.

He thought he knew that. It was why he followed you, why he made sure your every request was completed to the highest standard. If you mentioned the taste of your tea being too bitter, or sweet, or that you’d rather he prepare something else for you entirely, he would rush to follow your word. Even if he had been the one to brew it, even if it was him who cultivated the leaves, even if he thought it would be to your liking.

All he needed was to be helpful. All he needed was you. Within you, was his salvation— within you, was love itself. Without you, the once great Lord of Geo was but a fragmented elemental wisp of energy, only ever calling your name.

A spike of adrenaline rushes through him, fear and anxiety denying any sense of hope. All he hears is the solitary sound of his heart in his ears.

“You have only ever done good by me.”

Zhongli’s heart lurches, heat rippling through his body. You say it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and his mind feels dizzy at the implication. The ground sways, and his feet feel light.

“You deserve more than that, I think.” You step forward, and Zhongli is so lost within his own thoughts, he takes no notice of your sudden increase in proximity— but his breath still quickens, and red still coats the apples of his cheeks.

“Kneel,” you whisper, and though you say it so softly, it's as though the sky had been torn asunder with the speed he responds. Zhongli’s mind still feels far away, but he hears your orders as if spoken directly into his ear.

He drops to his knees, no care for whether he does so elegantly enough. All he can focus on is the weight of your gaze, and the way he's the only thing under it.

“Do you want me to praise you?” You trace his jawline with your finger, still speaking in a soft, unhurried tone. “Do you want me to tell you how much of a good boy you are?”

Zhongli inhales sharply, fighting every thought that screams at him to eagerly lean into your hand. He stares up at you, russet lashes fluttering and amber eyes swallowed by adoration and worship.

“Yes, Your Grace,” he whispers hoarsely.

Your thumb swipes over his lower lip, and a whine rises to the back of his throat.

“My good boy.” Zhongli’s entire body shudders, his chest heaving. A shaky breath escapes him. “You've been waiting to hear that for so long, haven't you?”

He whimpers, then nods in a way he hopes doesn’t come across as overeager— quickly bereft of any sense of propriety, or care for whether or not he’s making a fool of himself. All he can concern himself with is how close you are, how easily your scent renders him still, how quickly he borders on senseless.

You smile at that, and he bites his tongue to stop himself from whimpering.

“Do you want me to tell you how grateful I am?” Your fingers move across his neck, brushing against his Adam’s Apple, watching it bob as he gulps, trying to keep himself steady and not fall against you. “How you're my favorite?”

An ugly sound rips from Zhongli’s throat, and it's one he's instantly ashamed of. Every part of him feels bare in front of you, laid out messy and without decorum. The mask he’s worn for eons steadily breaks, and every one of his veins and bones scream out for your warmth.

The Lord of Geo wouldn’t have ever allowed himself to be so vulnerable. He never would have amused himself with the thought of pleading for anything, or kneeling and falling apart because he was treated softly— least of all, of being so desperate to know that you love him; that you favor him.

Zhongli, now without his Gnosis, is as mortal as the men he used to lord over. And perhaps it’s his newfound mortality that moves him to lean into your hand, frantically trying to meld your fingers against his skin until his flesh is like clay inlaid with your fingertips; hoping that you’ll rebuild him until he fits your desires, and tell him again that he’s proven to have done good by you.

Every thought is a prayer, another hymn, another psalm.

“Am I? Your favorite?”

His voice trembles, and breathes into a soft whisper. Zhongli doesn’t mean to sound so desperate— he doesn’t mean to be so greedy— but his soul has never felt so full before. His mind is so mired by your touch and voice that he doesn’t realize his lack of formality, or how he might come across as arrogant.

He wants only to think of you, and so he does. Nothing else matters.

“Yes.” You chuckle, and his heart speeds up at the sound, fervent. “Why would I want anyone else?”

Zhongli whines, and faintly, through the blur of fanaticism and worship, thinks that no matter what you asked of him, he would do it without hesitation.

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daenysx · 11 months ago

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Hii can you write where james and reader are both the only virgins in the group so decided to do it together to get it over with but then they started to do it more often bcs james is absolutely obsessed with her.

thank you for requesting, i hope you like this! requests are open!!

james potter x fem!reader, nsfw

becoming experts

james thinks maybe he should be embarrassed.

here he is, knocking on your door, standing at your doorstep with your favorite dessert in his hand. this is the third time in this week, and it won't be the last. he fixes his posture, puts a little smile on his face, and knocks on your door again. he is fine.

you open the door, wearing only your sleep shorts and a little tank top, which is both a blessing and a curse for james's poor heart. your hair seems a little messy, your face without any make up, and you look beautiful. your lips curve upwards when you see james at your doorstep, you are quick to pull him inside.

"hi, sweetheart." james says as he steps inside. "i hope this is not a bad time."

you look at him like he's said the silliest thing in the world. "come on, jamie, you know there's no such a thing as bad time for you."

"yeah, yeah, i'm glad." why is he acting so out of character? suddenly he's shy, blushing when you point at his hand.

"is that for me?" you ask, kind of shy but more comfortable than him.

he nods. "of course, there you go."

he gives you the box and you take it with a huge smile on your face. "thank you!"

james's heart takes a leap.

you lead him inside, your little living room looks cozy with all those blankets spread on your couch and the warm air covering the room. you take the dessert with two spoons, sitting on the couch and inviting james next to you. he takes off his jacket and kicks his shoes, sits next to you, hoping to be less awkward in the next moments of this act.

"would you like something to drink?" you ask.

james shakes his head. "no, maybe later."

you nod, taking a spoonful of your dessert. "this is perfect. literally the best thing in the world, thank you so much."

james laughs. "you're welcome, angel."

you look at his unused spoon. "why don't you eat?"

he doesn't know. his mouth is dry, he should get a grip on himself. "i'm-"

your lips look perfect around that spoon.

"you've got chocolate- here." he leans into your space slowly.

you smile, his fingers cup your cheek. "this is so cliche."

"you think so?" he whispers.

"you know," you begin. "if you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask."

james leans back on the couch, suddenly free of shyness to jump on the opportunity. "what if i want more than just a kiss?"

"i'm sure we can do something about that." you take another spoon of chocolate sauce.

"oh, baby." james says, pulling you to his lap. "come here."

your hands are empty, you move quickly to him. your legs are on each side of his thighs and you sit gently. "how do you feel?" he asks, holding your hands.

"i'm fine. really, really good."

"you sound unnaturally teasing. i thought that was supposed to be me."

you shrug. "i don't know, you act weird today. it's not like this is the first time we're being this close."

the best night of james's life was probably the night he'd spend at your apartment, in your bed. you were naked, so was he, the wine was kicking like a liquid courage as you had sex for the first time. you could expect weirdness between you two, you were both each other's first time and you had been friends for years, but it never happened. it felt so good and so right, james lost himself between your legs and you made sounds that you've never made before.

you were both inexperienced, subject of sirius's little teasings and remus's sympathetic looks when it comes to stuff about sex. you don't know how did things happened as they have that night, but suddenly you were kissing james. you could be afraid if this would ruin your friendship but at that moment everything was so good, you could never imagine the act could ever feel like this.

since that night, james had been to your apartment once more. he was just trying to make sure everything's okay between you and your friendship still stands. then, he was taking off his clothes and you were leaning towards him. you took his cock in your mouth for the first time and james forgot everything except your name.

now, here you are, trying to balance yourself on james's lap, keeping yourself still to not press against him. "james," you say. "it's okay. i- i want you too."

james throws his head back, his hands still holding yours. he looks at you through his glasses and smiles. "i just want you to feel good."

"i'm always feeling good when i'm with you." you say, honestly. "i think we fit each other really well and i- i want it, with you."

"yeah?" james pulls you closer. "you want it, pretty girl?"

you nod. james continues. "i guess we've got addicted." he says like it's a secret. "but that's okay. we can keep going as long as you're good with it."

you start the kiss and james exhales, finally. he cups your cheeks, angles your neck to deepen the kiss. you taste sweet, he licks the chocolate left on your lips. you whimper quietly, feeling him harden under you. this is good, you think. this is so perfect, it doesn't feel any wrong.

james's hands go to your back and he rubs your skin affectionally. he breaks the kiss to brush his lips on your pulse point. you take a breath, holding onto his shoulders. "james." you say. "i wanna go to bed."

he obliges, lifts you easily, and carries you to your bedroom. he is gentle when he puts you on bed, you are quick to take off your clothes. you are not shy to be naked around him, he makes you feel safe. you throw your clothes somewhere on the floor and settle down on bed, watching james.

he looks at you, eyes focused, and mouth slightly open. is he dreaming? this surely is better than any dream, you are lovely as you lay there and wait for him.

he doesn't intend to tease you or make you wait. you've been so honest and sweet with him, you deserve to get what you want. james makes a quick work of his clothes, leaving everything on the floor until he is bare in front of you. he gets on his knees on bed and reaches you. you part your legs obediently, without expecting a word from him.

"you're so pretty, sweetheart." james says, fondly. "you know that, right?"

you squirm under his hands. "jamie, please."

"you should know that." he says, kisses your chest. "you should be aware of the power you have on me."

you shake your head. "it's mutual, and you're being silly."

"let me be romantic for a second, yeah?" he kisses your perked nipple. "fuck, gonna give you everything you want."

"please." you say, losing your breath when he sucks your nipple. he likes using his mouth on you, you realize. he slowly goes down on your body and you laugh when he kisses below your belly button.

"tickles?" he asks, ever so playful.

you nod. "will you do it again?"

he answers by kissing the same spot over and over, turns you into a mess under his mouth. his fingers are quick to touch your cunt, he collects the wetness that starts pooling and rubs it all over. "will you let me taste you?" he asks, begging for a yes. "i wonder if you taste so sweet everywhere."

"you- i guess you can, if you want." you arch your back, subtly press your cunt against his mouth.

"if i want? i'm dying for it."

he buries his face between your legs, tries to get directing noises out of you. he's not experienced but he finds himself to be a quick learner when it comes to you. he licks the wetness out of you and pushes his tongue inside. you wrap your legs around his neck, the sensation is so strange but suddenly it starts feeling good. you remember the second time you had sex and how you felt insatiable to take his cock in your mouth. he must feel that way right now, you think, because he never stops making those wild noises as he uses his mouth.

james sucks your clit relentlessly. you whimper, his name becomes a song. he grips your thighs and holds you in your place. "james- so close- so clo- hmm-"

he lifts his head just for a second. "come for me, lovely girl. let go for me, this is perfect."

you obey, arch your back as he sucks again, and you're dripping in his mouth. james keeps licking, helps you through your peak. you feel so tired, so exhausted, so naked, and it's good. james keeps you steady, his cock twitches at the sight of your cunt, all swollen and licked.

"are you okay, baby?" he coos. "we can stop."

you shake your head. you can't stop because he's addictive. "i want you inside." there's no crumb of shyness left. "please, i want it."

james angles you to be more comfortable, he rubs the skin of your thigh. "gotta be slow, okay?" he says.

you nod, messy and desperate. "however you want."

he positions his cock in just the right way. he is being slow and quiet as he keeps pushing, he knows it's a tight fit. when you clench around him he can't help himself, he goes a little fast. "oh, angel." he whispers, mouth closed on your neck. he pushes himself again. "so tight, just like the first time i got you like this. you're gonna make me come soon if you squeeze around me like that."

you part your legs a little more, holding onto his broad shoulders. "i like this so much. so full, jamie."

james starts moving inside you, still careful but easier. you try to move your hips accordingly, it's like a new dance both of you are trying to learn better. he is worried he'll come too soon, because you're being irresistable.

"can you touch me- right, right there?" you ask, position his fingers on your clit.

"yeah, yeah, of course."

his fingers play with you until you start begging for him to come. he keeps pushing himself until he can't see straight anymore. "can i come? james, can i come again?" you melt, so close and so wet, you can hear the wetness pooling on bed.

"yes, come on, sweet thing." he pushes the deepest he's ever been, you clench so hard, he starts coming. "come with me."

you are sure you lose your sight for a second. james explodes on your belly, his strength helps him pull himself back before coming inside you but he keeps playing with your clit so you clench around him and nothing as you come. you see him, you see stars, you feel so sensitive. james groans as he holds his cock to let out every drop of his cum. he exhales your name, desperate to lay down with you on the bed. you are quick to pull him on your chest, he puts his head on your body, and listens your heartbeat.

minutes pass in silence as you both catch your breaths. james rubs your skin with gentle fingers. you stroke his curls, and press a kiss on his forehead.

"i think we're getting pretty good at this." you say, smiling.

"yeah, i guess we are quite the experts of sex now." he says. "can you imagine sirius's reaction?"

"oh, he'd probably never believe it." you say. "but that's fine."

james sits on bed. "would you like to have shower? we've made quite the mess of each other."

you nod, reach for his hand as you sit next to him. "jamie," you begin, "there's no one else that i'd rather do this with. you're- you're the only one for me."

james smiles, kisses your forehead lovingly. "i'd hope so, sweetness." he gives your hand a squeeze. "you're the only one for me, as well."

♡

(you can check here to find out about sirius and remus's reactions lovelies.)

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allurilove · 5 months ago

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Camp Counselor x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: yandere best friend x fem reader, you guys are both camp counselors, bimbo reader, protective and obsessed behavior, mentions of blowjobs, fingering, manipulation, sort of fwb, he's whipped for you.

*Finally a yandere with a name! He goes by "Pres" or "your best friend." I should be working on other stuff soon, but I can't focus for some reason. LOL! Maybe yandere husband part four next, or the superhero. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your best friend convinces you to go to this remote camp deep into the woods with him. He marketed it as a fun paid getaway, but he was ready to taint your innocence.

You’re the exact person he would go for, and the one he’s been wanting to fuck. He wouldn’t dare to toss you aside like all the other women he’s been with. No, he wants you forever. You're his.

Being a camp counselor with your friend was hard. He had the hots for you, and that was pretty clear. Your best friend was named after the late famous singer Elvis Presley. His parents went absolutely crazy for the rock and roll musician, so much so that they named their son “Presley.” But he went by “Pres,” wanting nothing to do with the man he doesn’t even like.

Pres was a hot-headed and flirtatious nineteen-year-old who was only nice to you. He was a bit troubled and rough around the edges, smoking pot and drinking beer whenever he could. He got into a lot of fights, and most of them were because of you.

You were sweet, bubbly, and innocent. You had a tight, round ass that drove him wild, your hair always blowing in the wind, and your mini clothes accentuated your body perfectly. He bought you anything you wanted and did whatever you asked. Despite his tough exterior, he was a mushy, gushy guy on the inside.

He was your closest childhood friend, always coming to your house for years without a single break. Pres told you about the job, shoving the flyer in your face, and he raved about the opportunity. Money, sleeping in cabins, and taking care of kids—it all seemed pretty easy. It also meant he could have you all to himself for three whole months!

The day before the kids arrived for the summer, the counselors had one last meeting. You were able to check out the cabins, rest up for the night, and be well-rested for the morning. That was until your friend snuck out of his cabin and came to yours.

He tiptoed quietly, clinging to the shadows as he looked around to see if his supervisors were nearby. Slowly, he inched closer to your window. Your friend had told you to keep it unlocked, so he hoped you had listened. He let out a small grunt as he used his biceps to lift the window, which slid up smoothly.

“Oh would you look at that?” He muses, pushing his body though. He eyed you up and down, noticing how you were already in your pink silk nightgown. “Now that’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”

All of the boring and long hikes to see a couple of mountains meant nothing in comparison to this. Seeing you in your room with lit candles all around, your legs apart, and your supple breasts covered by thin fabric was captivating. His feet found footing on your carpet as he approached closer to your sleeping form. That night, he slept right by your side, not wanting to leave you for a single moment.

You both teetered on the line between just being friends and being lovers. He would try to convince you to make out with him. You were just his type: ditzy, pretty, and downright adorable. He could show you a good time if you let him. His hands would rest on your hips, lovingly rubbing your sides up and down, occasionally slipping lower to your ass.

Presley convinced the kids assigned to you to hang out with his group, all so he could pull you into the woods and put on a cute display. He showered you with little kisses on your neck, his deep, rumbling voice cooing swoon-worthy words, and his brown eyes held so much warmth and affection. It was enough to convince you to get down onto your knees, his cock already pulled out of his tan shorts.

You’re a hot babe. Even hotter with your lips around the head of his cock. It must've been your first time, or you were just struggling with his length. Pres guided your head up and down, and with a loud grunt he came inside your mouth. He would tell you that you did amazing, help you wipe your mouth clean, and he’ll return the favor.

He doesn't understand what personal space even means. Your bed was his, and his was always open for you and only you. Once he got his rowdy kids to settle down in their bunk beds, was the moment he had you trapped outside, his fingers soaking in your cunt. He had his hand around your mouth, his knee pushing your legs apart, and his fingers kept pressing against the spot that had your head spinning.

No matter what he does, you still think you guys are just friends. Even if that word does irk him, he'll use it to his advantage. Showering with him was something friends do, so you can’t really say no. Him helping you clean every crevice of your body was just him being nice. Him choosing specific outfits that he wants to see you in was only because he was a 'fashionista.' He barely gave you any time to argue back when he stuffed your body into the swimsuit in the dead of night.

Pres tried his hardest to woo you. On lake day, he would pull off his shirt, muscles on display, and jump into the water. When he came up to the surface, his hair glistening in the light and his body dripping wet, he would try to catch a fish—doing manly things to show off. If that didn’t work, he would walk inside with you to the grand hall, where he’d make friendship bracelets with you. You were happy to do simple things like that, and he’d even make flower crowns with you.

The yandere was a competitive and athletic man. He would win at all of the games—tug-of-war, rock climbing, and don’t even mention any sort of crossword puzzle near him. All of his winnings would go to you. The chocolate gold coins from See's Candies were yours, the tiny trophy he got for catching the most fish was in your hands before you could blink, and the whittled statue of a moose from capturing the prettiest pictures was promptly put into your bag.

He had his softer moments: carrying your suitcases for you and putting them into the shuttle when camp ended, wrapping his jacket around you when you shivered, and letting you have the window seat because you liked to sightsee. He would remember your favorite snacks (he forced himself to like the same things) and offer his arm to be used as your pillow during the drive.

Right when he thought the relationship had progressed into something more, with your head resting on his shoulder, you said the words he didn’t want to hear: "You're the greatest best friend I have ever had."

Ah, shit. Seriously?

“Mhm, yeah, yeah,” he said unenthusiastically with a slight eye roll, and he gently patted your head. “Just go to sleep.”

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lijojo · 1 year ago

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genshin men as one-night stands

premise: after a blurred night of passion, you try to leave your one-night stand's house. how do they convince you to stay?

tw: suggestive, minors dni

Spoils You Rotten

wakes you up to the smell of pancakes and coffee. usually, when you have one-night stands, you usually are quick to change and book it. but the smell of pancakes was just so heavenly, you let curiosity get the best of you.

when you get to the kitchen, you're welcomed to the sight of him in a frilly apron, flipping pancake batter on the pan. he hums to himself until he turns around to see you, gaping at him as if you'd just seen a ghost.

"good morning, love. do you want me to run the bath now? i know you're probably a little sore from yesterday. i have some scented candles in the cabinet, although i'm not sure which one you'd prefer so i wanted to wait for you to get up so you could choose."

"what—" you gulp, trying to process the sight before you.

he tilts his head, puzzled. "is something the matter, love?"

"i'm—i'm just surprised, is all," you try, "i didn't peg you as the type to have...um...one-night stands."

he chuckles, sliding the pancakes onto a plate. "i don't."

he turns to you, his eyes locked onto you. "you're not a one-night stand. i fully intend to get to know you better. now, i'd pick up that jaw off from the floor, dear. you're going to let the flies in."

snapping out of your bewilderment, you close your mouth.

"good. now, would you like to take a bath? the muffins should be done in ten. i can bring your breakfast over to you in a bath tray when it's ready. and maybe after..." he gives you an unexpected smile. "i can massage all your sore parts?"

zhongli, alhaitham, diluc, tighnari, kaeya, albedo

Will not physically let you leave the bed

you literally can't move. not even when you try. when you wake up, you find yourself in a bear trap. you're legs are tangled with someone else's their arms locked around your waist in a vice grip. instead of chirping birds, you hear the thudding heartbeat of their chest resting below your ear.

when you try to maneuver out of his hold, his arms only tighten around you more. he groans lowly in your ear, shifting a bit.

"what's the hold up?" he murmurs into the crown of your head. "stay."

so much for sneaking out unnoticed.

you stiffen at his morning voice. it's unexpectedly raspier than you'd expected. he takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead tenderly, a lot tenderly than a usual one-night stand would.

"i have some errands to run." it isn't entirely untrue. surely, there must be something you need to do today.

he stares at you for a long second before huffing. "five minutes won't hurt, those errands can wait."

"wait but—"

before you can brace for it, he's already turning on his side and taking you along with him. he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses.

"you weren't thinking of leaving right after a night of intimacy, right?" he mused. "i thought you enjoyed last night. i certainly did."

you flushed at the memories. as much as you wanted to leave as you'd planned, it was awfully comfortable in his embrace. it was warm, soft, and welcoming.

"stay for a little longer, okay?" he cooed into your ear, pulling the covers over you. "at least, long enough for round two."

scaramouche, cyno, thoma, kaveh, itto,

Finds excuses to make you stay

the moment you make any sign of leaving, he's already calling for you to help him with something.

you try getting out of his grasp first thing in the morning? he's asking for a kiss on the cheek to wake him up, he can't get up without it. picking up your clothes off the floor? he's already offering you an extra change of clothes, not to mention helping you put it on. he even smiles at your flustered state. getting ready to leave? he's tugging your sleeve, offering his many amenities at home that are seemingly much better quality than yours: his cleanser, his cute headbands, his moisturizers.

and you can't say no. not when he's giving you those eyes. so you end up staying.

in a blink of an eye, you find yourself suddenly helping him smooth out the outfit he asked you to choose for him, hands running down his torso. leaning towards you, you can feel his eyes digging into your skin.

"thank you, sweet thing," he says, pressing a kiss on your nose.

"it's no problem," you mumble. "but i really—"

"how about staying for a cup of water?" he offered. "you know how important it is that you drink water first thing in the morning. it's supposed to be good for your skin. digestion too."

"well, alright—"

"and while we're at it, what about a movie? i have some classics i've been dying to watch and it's always better to watch with somone else."

you end up staying wayyy longer than you expected doing the small things: sorting through books, doing face masks, watching halfway through a movie, eating breakfast together, helping him look for butterflies on his front yard, getting the mail together. all while the two of you exchange jokes.

by the time it's well into the afternoon, you finally snap out of your daze, realizing the time.

"you just noticed?" he grins. "how cute. well, thank you for putting up with my antics, sweet thing."

he kisses you softly on the mouth.

"think of this morning as an advertisement for the other mornings to come, whenever you want to stay the night again. you won't regret it."

kaveh, itto, childe, ayato, kazuha, venti,

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hysteria-things · 10 months ago

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HEYY I LOVE YOUR STORIES COULD YOU MAYBE DO ONE FOR CHRIS OR MATT WHERE HE MEETS A GIRL ON TOUR WHEN SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AND TELLS HER TO MEET HIM IN THE TOURBUS THEN YKK

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ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the versus tour takes place in your hometown! while doing autographs, you seem catch the matt sturniolo’s eye.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, choking if you squint, making out, oral (male and female receiving), dry humping (?), face fucking, spanking, p in v, overstimulation, dumbification, marking, some degradation/praising, hair pulling, squirting, cream pie, ROUGHH

ASSUME YOU’RE ON THE PILL!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,427

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i added this to my welcome post but i’m going to say it here too. my requests are now CLOSED because i’ve been getting overwhelmed and i want to get them done LOL but my inbox is still open so feel free to chat with me :)

idk when i’ll open them again, but they will be eventually!

the moment you’ve been waiting for for months has finally arrived. you and your best friend hannah were lucky enough to get tickets to the sturniolo triplets tour in your hometown.

currently, the small talk line moves slowly but surely. your friend is decked out in purple for nick while you’re wearing blue for matt.

“we’re next!” hannah gushes, clapping her hands in excitement. she pushes you ahead of her. “i’m scared. you go first.”

you roll your eyes playfully. honestly, you’re not nervous to meet your favorites. you feel chill, which is the opposite of what you thought you’d be like.

matt greets you by hugging you tight and smiling. “how are you?” he asks, taking his card and signing it.

“i’m doing good.” you return his smile. “you liking the tour so far?”

he nods, eyeing you up and down. he feels something different about you. this doesn’t feel like any other small talk.

“i love it.”

the security man motions for you to go on ahead. of course, you listen and start to grab your items, but matt stops you. “do you have a boyfriend?”

see, if this were any other person you’d be weirded out by this question; but because it’s matthew sturniolo, you answer.

“nope.”

he licks his lips, taking the card that he signed and flipping it over to write something.

the scary security is getting angry and impatient with you, so you can only read what he wrote as you walk away. your eyeballs almost burst out of your skull.

i want to see you after the show.

now, you and hannah are standing in the red carpet line before the show actually starts.

you guys talk until it’s your turn, the both of you going since you want a group picture. first is chris, then nick, and lastly matt. he hugs you longer than the other two.

a chill runs down your spine when his voice tickles against your ear. “i’ll meet you outside later, right?”

he pulls away, getting ready to pose for the picture, but you nod for an answer.

“that was so much fun!” hannah screeches as you guys walk to the parking lot.

you agree, before stopping. “i need to go back and use the restroom. do you mind taking my stuff with you to my car?”

she grins, grabbing your stuff. “sure thing.”

you speed walk back to the venue, fewer and fewer people flooding the area as you wait.

a door opens moments later, sounding like the backstage door, and you turn to the source.

you blush, your cheeks heating up more and more the closer he gets with that damn smile on his face.

pinch me this can’t be real.

“hi,” he says lowly.

“hi,” you repeat back.

he looks at his watch. “they’re yapping away in there so we should have some time.”

you’re not sure what that means but again: since it’s matthew fucking sturniolo… you’ll listen without a doubt.

your heartbeat pumps rapidly in your chest when he sneaks you into the tour bus.

you kind of feel bad for leaving hannah behind… but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

the bus looks way bigger on the outside than the inside, and you’re still trying hard to wrap your head around that you’re with matthew. fucking. sturniolo.

he admires the way you take it all in with his hands shoved into his pockets. he’s sure you’re thinking about so many things right now, but the only thing he can think of is how badly he wants to fuck you.

thinking about a fan that way is insane, but he just finds you so much different than any other fan girl. you’re confident, kind, and gorgeous.

you finish observing the tour bus and smile wide at him. “it’s very cool in here.”

“yeah.” he chuckles. “the beds are a tight squeeze though.”

you giggle, and he steps closer. your mind runs a million miles a minute with each step he takes. “do you trust me?” he questions, now inches away from you.

you raise a brow suspiciously. “should i not?”

he smirks, shaking his head. “i’m just checking.” he places his hands on your hips gently, running them up and down.

leaning towards your ear, he whispers. “be good for me, yeah?”

your legs subconsciously squeeze together, and he cups your cheeks with his palms. he leans in slowly. he hesitates when his lips ghost yours to see if you’d protest, but because you don’t, he kisses you.

his tongue licks your lips to indicate that he wants you to open, but you don’t. you feel the coldness of his rings on the side of your neck before he squeezes. when you gasp at the sudden contact, that’s his sign for his tongue to enter your mouth. “you promised you’d be good.” he says between the kiss.

you smirk. “i didn’t promise anything.”

he snarls, leaning back in. the make-out goes on for at least thirty seconds before he pulls away, the lipstick you had on now smeared on both of your mouths.

your eyes have a mind of their own and look down, seeing his rock-hard erection as clear as day through his jeans. “get on your knees.”

your eyebrows shoot to your hairline at the sudden tone change, but you obey either way.

he wastes no time to unbuckle his belt to pull down his jeans, his dick springing out right in front of you. the tip is red and leaking pre-cum. you open your mouth wide without him having to tell you, and he smirks.

leaning in, he grabs your hair and stops you. “no.” he says.

instead, he slaps the head on your tongue before pushing in slowly. it’s like you can feel every vein enter your mouth, gagging in the process when he’s deep in your throat. “holy shit.” he breathes, seeing how much of him you took.

it’s not all of it, but it’s more than he thought. you give him puppy dog eyes through your lashes, despite them being glossy.

he starts to thrust into your mouth, jaw slack as he watches his dick run past your lips in one swift motion. the grip on your head stays tight, him hunching over slightly to get deeper.

you moan at the shape protruding in your throat, the gagging and sloppy wet noises making you turned on even more. “fuck i’ve been wanting to do this since you opened that pretty fucking mouth of yours.” he pants, moving at an ungodly speed that makes it hard for you to breath. “do you just let random guys use this mouth? sure seems that way.”

you moan again, lifting yourself off of the ground the tiniest bit so you can feel the top of his shoe on your swollen clit.

whimpering at the feeling, you start to grind yourself on it while he still fucks your mouth. your arms wrap around his leg, humping faster like a bitch in heat.

“that’s a little pathetic.” he laughs hoarsely, groaning when his dick twitches. “so, so needy for me.”

you let out a pained sob because along with your throat, the feeling of you grinding also hurts. it would be best if you had something way more than his shoe.

“s-shit.” he whimpers, pulling out to where only the tip is in your mouth, making sure you get all of his cum on your tastebuds. he smears the rest on your lips.

matt lifts you from the ground, bending you over the small table that they have. he grabs your ass before giving it a light spank.

it’s his turn to kneel now, simultaneously taking off your leggings. he bites your ass before sliding your panties over. you feel his breath against your aching core. “jesus christ.” he mumbles. “you’re dripping down your legs already. aren’t you just an eager thing?”

he spreads your folds with his thumbs, blowing cool air on them that makes you jolt. you’re too sensitive for that.

then, your phone starts to ring right next to you. it’s hannah.

shit.

you cannot not answer, because if you don’t she’ll think something is wrong. you swipe, putting the phone on speaker. “hell— oh.”

matt immediately digs into you, eating you out like he hasn’t eaten ever in his life.

“where the hell are you? i’ve been waiting by your car for like thirty minutes. using the bathroom shouldn’t take this long, y/n.”

the man below you squeezes your thighs, spreading yourself wider to practically be nose-deep inside of you. your eyes roll back hard, mouth hanging open with silent moans leaving it. “hello?”

“h-hannah i’m sorry i’ll— mm— be out s-soon. i’m sorry.”

“are you okay?” she questions.

with that, matt starts sucking at your bud, causing your legs to shake. you grip the table as hard as you can, your upper body giving out and laying flat on the surface in front of you.

“yes i’m fine!” you say, trying to reach for his head and push him away, but that only makes him grab onto you harder.

he’s fascinated by the way you taste it’s almost hypnotizing. your arousal drips down his chin, and the way he’s sucking has your orgasm wash over you without warning. “i’m cumming.” you whine, and you feel the smug smile on his face.

“oh, so you’re coming? thank god because it’s a little chilly out here,” hannah replies.

“fuck yes.” you moan but cover it by clearing your throat. “i mean, yes. i will be coming in a-a bit.”

she sighs through the phone. “okay.”

you quickly hang up without saying goodbye, holding on for dear life since your release knocked your legs out.

he holds you, getting up and wiping your cum off of his face. “you’re a bit of a bad girl, aren’t you?”

spank.

“leaving your friend out there all alone.”

spank.

“so that you can fuck me.”

spank.

“like a slut.”

spank.

you wince every time he hits you, the stinging tingling on your ass. he grabs your hips and arches you more.

he moves his tip up and down at your entrance teasingly, getting wetter by the second. “matt, please.” you whine, your pussy desperate for his cock. “please fuck me.”

he stops, waiting for a beat before pushing into you like it’s no big deal. he’s big for sure, but because of your wetness, he slides in perfectly. the both of you moan, and matt stares at where you conjoined. “your pussy’s fucking amazing.” he groans. “by far the best i’ve ever had.”

you start to bounce back on him since he’s taking his sweet ass time, but out of nowhere starts pounding into you.

whatever they have on the table starts to either fall or rattle from him railing into you. he takes your hands and pins them behind your back. “harder.” you wince out, and he whistles.

“you have no idea what you just asked for.” he says, doing the opposite and slowing down. “you won’t be able to speak, baby.”

baby. you moan at the nickname.

you’re way past the point of ‘omg i’m hanging out with matt sturniolo!’

you try bouncing your ass back again, but this time he smacks it and spreads your legs wider to plow into you deeper. “so impatient.” he sighs.

all you can do is scream and gasp for air with each thrust, hands balled up into fists.

your mind becomes blank once your eyes cross, your mouth hung open with your chin resting on the table. he hits just the right spot each time, squeezing around him.

“i— i—” you try to warn that you’re close, but your mind won’t let you.

he wasn’t kidding about the won’t be able to speak part.

“you can do it,” he says, knowing damn well you can’t.

your body becomes limp like a rag doll, matt having completely corrupted you.

he tuts fake pouting. “look who’s cock drunk. be a good girl and cum for me. you deserve it.”

blabbing a response, you squirt before cumming harder than before. usually, you’d be embarrassed, but you’re too far gone to care.

“that’s so hot.” he grunts, fucking you through your orgasm. “come on, baby. one more.”

“i can’t.” you sob, his hand letting go of yours before wrapping your hair not once but twice to lift your body to his.

“you can and you will,” he says, your third orgasm already building up in less than two minutes.

tears run down your face, eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. there’s no way the human body can have this much pleasure and be okay.

matt kisses your neck, sucking a big mark when he finds the sweet spot. “i know you’re close already.” he says, his cum starting to leak into you deep.

you can’t stop your body from spasming, letting out one last sob before you cum again.

he pulls out, laying down on top of you and rubbing around your body soothingly to calm you down from your heavy breathing.

he covers your full cunt with your underwear so his cum doesn’t ooze out. he kisses your clothed pussy, and you flinch from the sensitivity. “making sure it’s in there.” he smirks.

after a few minutes, he helps you sit on the table to put your undergarments back on. your eyes are half closed from the post-sex haze.

matt grabs you water and a bag of chips before giving you one last hug. you guys talk for a little before he makes sure the coast is clear for you to get out without being seen.

you’re limping like crazy back to your car, seeing hannah impatiently tap her foot while leaning against the door.

once she sees you, she comes storming over. “you’re so lucky you’re my best friend or i would kill you.” she threatens. “i’ve been standing here for an hour.”

“i’m sorry.” you rasp out.

she studies your face, and it looks like you quite literally saw god. “oh my god, are you sure you are alright? you look like you got jumped.”

“it’s the after-show feeling.” you lie. “i’m exhausted. let’s go.”

she doesn’t question anymore, not even the random snacks and water you have. you start the car and place the stuff matt gave you down until you see there’s a post-it note attached to the bag of sour cream and onion.

to my favorite fan,

xxx-xxx-xxxx

text me when you get the chance, gorgeous

- matt :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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gilbertscurls · 4 months ago

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Closer ➵ Matt Sturniolo

warnings: SMUT, softdom!matt, unprotected p in v, fingering, pet names (babe, sweetheart)

synopsis: you and matt head to the grocery store for what should be a routine shopping trip. however, you have other plans as you take every opportunity to tease matt.

The fluorescent lights of the grocery store buzzed overhead as Matt pushed the cart down the narrow aisle, his eyes scanning the shelves for the next item on their list. Behind him, you walked with an easy stride, a mischievous grin curling on your lips as you plucked random items off the shelves and tossed them into the cart.

“Do we really need three different kinds of chips?” Matt raised an eyebrow as he glanced over his shoulder.

You sidled up next to him, your fingers lightly trailing down his arm as you leaned in close. “Oh, definitely. It’s called variety, babe. You never know what kind of mood we’ll be in.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he tried to focus on the task at hand. But you weren’t making it easy. Every few steps, you would do something—tugging at the hem of his shirt, bumping your hip against his, or whispering a playful comment just to see him squirm.

“What about this?” you asked, your voice feigning innocence as you held up a bottle of hot sauce, wiggling it in front of his face. “You like things spicy, right?”

Matt shot you a sideways glance, catching the gleam in your eye. “You’re not talking about food, are you?”

Your laughter rang through the aisle, soft and teasing. “I might be. Or maybe I just like seeing you blush.”

He felt his cheeks warm, but he played it off with a smile. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

“Oh, I know,” you purred, trailing a finger along his shoulder as you moved to the next aisle. “But you love it.”

Matt’s heart raced as you sauntered ahead, throwing him one last smirk over your shoulder before disappearing around the corner. He gripped the handle of the cart a little tighter, wondering how a simple trip to the grocery store had turned into such a delightful game of cat and mouse.

And as much as he tried to keep his cool, he knew he was already losing.

He moved closer to you and leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, his voice a low, intimate murmur.

“You know what I can't wait for?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.

He let his lips skim along your jawline, planting a trail of soft kisses along your skin until he reached your ear once more. He lingered there for a moment, his breath hot against your ear as he spoke in a low, husky voice.

“I can't wait to see what you're wearing when we get home,” he whispered, his hand on your waist gently caressing the edge of your skirt.

You hesitated, choosing to playfully provoke him. “What if I'm not wearing anything underneath?” you murmured.

Matt's eyes darkened at your words, a sharp intake of air escaping his lips at the thought.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear once more as he responded in a low, gravelly voice. “Then I will be ripping that skirt off you the second we walk through the door. And not a damn thing will stop me.”

You giggled. “I was just joking.”

Matt let out a low growl, his hand gripping your waist a little tighter, his body's reaction to your words unmistakable.

“You better be,” he warned in a low voice. “Because if you truly weren't wearing anything else underneath, we'd be in a whole lot of trouble right now.”

He let go of your waist, but not before giving you a firm pat on the butt, a subtle hint of his desire for you.

“I'm wearing something a lot better.” You smiled widely at him before walking away to another aisle.

Matt's eyes followed you as you walked away, his mind reeling from your words. He could feel his body growing even more aroused, his mind spinning with images of what you could possibly be wearing underneath your innocent-looking skirt.

He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, before pushing the shopping cart after you, his eyes unable to leave your body.

As you continued your shopping, Matt found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than the thought of what you were hiding under your clothes. Every time you bent down to pick something up or reached for something on the top shelf, his eyes would drift lower, trying to catch a glimpse of what you were wearing.

He tried to distract himself by focusing on the groceries, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you, his body tense with unfulfilled desire.

Finally, you had collected all the items on your list and were waiting in the checkout line. The wait felt excruciatingly long for Matt, each passing minute only increasing his impatience. He found himself constantly stealing glances at you, his eyes roaming over your body, trying to see through your clothes.

He shifted his stance, trying to discreetly adjust his now tightening jeans. He needed to get you home quickly, before his desire fully overcame him.

As soon as you had paid for the groceries and packed them into bags, Matt quickly ushered you out of the store, his body thrumming with urgency. He put the bags in the trunk and got into the car, his heart racing as he sat next to you.

The drive home was a challenge. He kept shifting in his seat, his pants uncomfortable and his body taut with need. He wanted to touch you, to feel your skin under his fingers, but he had to keep his focus on the road.

You glanced at him, giggling. “Wow, you're acting like a hormonal teenager.”

Matt groaned at your comment, his hands clenching the steering wheel a little tighter.

“Yeah, well, you're not helping the situation,” he grumbled, his voice hoarse with desire. “Walking around in that skirt, teasing me with what's underneath. It's like you're torturing me on purpose.”

You giggled, raising your hands in mock surrender.

Matt let out another frustrated sigh, his grip on the wheel nearly white. He glanced over at you, seeing you giggling and raising your hands in surrender, only making things even worse.

“You are so going to pay for this once we're home,” he growled, his voice low and husky.

“You wanna punish me?” You shot him an innocent look.

Matt's eyes darkened at your innocent look, his imagination running wild at your words. He shifted in his seat, his pants getting increasingly uncomfortable as he thought of all the things he wanted to do to you.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You have no idea just how much I want to punish you right now.”

The rest of the drive home was a torturous test of his willpower. He couldn't focus on anything but the thoughts of what he wanted to do to you, the images flooding his mind. He felt like he was going to explode from the tension building up inside of him.

Finally, you pulled into the driveway, and he quickly parked the car. He practically leaped out of the driver's seat, his movements urgent as he went to open your door for you.

Matt had to bite back a growl of frustration as he watched you taking your time to gather the groceries. He wanted to carry you into the house, to pick you up, and throw you onto the bed immediately.

“Come on,” he grumbled, his impatience evident in his voice. “Hurry up, baby. I need you now.”

“You can always help, and it'll be faster,” you mumbled.

Matt let out a huff, realizing you were right. He quickly took the remaining groceries from you, balancing all the bags in his arms.

He followed you to the house, his eyes glued to the way your skirt swayed as you walked. He ached to touch you, to feel your skin under his hands, but he had to wait just a little bit longer.

As you entered the house, Matt practically slammed the door shut behind them, dropping the groceries on the floor without a care.

He turned to you, his eyes dark with desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly with every shallow breath.

“That's it,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. “It's time for your punishment, sweetheart.”

Matt let out a low, guttural moan as you jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around him. The feel of your body pressed against his, your legs around his waist, was almost enough to drive him over the edge.

“You think this is a game, huh?” he growled, his hands coming to hold you firmly by your thighs. “You think you can tease me all day and expect me not to do something about it?”

He started walking them towards the bedroom, his steps purposeful and determined. He could feel your body shifting against his, your chest pressed against his, your arms around his shoulders, and it only fueled his desire.

He kicked open the bedroom door and carried you inside, laying you down on the bed, his body covering yours as he pressed you into the mattress.

His hands started roaming over your body, tracing every curve and contour, his fingers skimming over your skin with an almost possessive touch. He leaned down, his mouth finding the soft spot beneath your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “You've been such a naughty girl, baby. And naughty girls get punished.”

His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses along your neck, nipping and sucking on your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of love bites on your throat. One of his hands roamed up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher, his fingers tracing circles on your skin, making you shiver with anticipation.

Matt's eyes darkened as he caught sight of the lacy white panties you were wearing, the sight making his breath catch in his throat. His body tensed, his fingers gripping your thigh tighter as he took in the sight in front of him.

“You are unbelievable,” he murmured, his voice shaky with desire. “You've been driving me crazy all day, and now this?”

He moved his body back slightly, settling between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs. He looked down at you, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every inch of your exposed skin.

“Is this what you were hiding under that skirt?” he asked, his voice rough with need. “You wanted to see how long you could tease me before I lost control?”

“Maybe.” You smirked, looking down at him.

Matt let out a low growl, your smirk only fueling the fire burning within him even more. He could feel the last threads of his control slipping away, his body taking over as the primal need to possess you took over all rational thought.

“You're playing with fire, baby,” he warned, his voice low. “One more tease from you, and I won't be able to hold back anymore.”

You bit your lip. “And what if I don't want you to hold back?”

Matt's eyes darkened even more, his body responding to your words with immediate, primal need. He leaned down, his face just inches from yours.

“Then you're in for a long, long night, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice gravelly with unbridled desire. “Because I'm not stopping until you're screaming my name.”

With that, his mouth captured yours in a hard, possessive kiss. There was no trace of tenderness in it, only raw, passionate need. His tongue slipped past your lips, his hands moving to grasp your wrists and pin them above your head.

He leaned his body against yours, his weight keeping you pinned to the bed, his body pressing hard against you. His lips continued to move roughly against yours, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, tasting and claiming you. His hips moved instinctively, rolling against you, his need for you palpable in every movement he made.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving down to your neck, his tongue and teeth grazing over your sensitive skin. He could feel your body arching against his, your moans and gasps filling the room as he continued his assault on your senses.

He released your wrists from his grip, letting his hands roam over your body. He slid one hand up your waist, under the hem of your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns over your bare skin. His other hand moved lower, gripping your thigh and wrapping your leg around him, pulling you even closer against him.

Matt groaned at the feel of your leg wrapping tighter around him, his body reacting instinctively to the move. He pressed himself against you, every inch of him burning with need, his control slipping further and further with each passing second.

“You drive me crazy, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips moving down to the sensitive spot just below your ear. “You drive me absolutely crazy.”

“Matt…” you whimpered, trying to pull him even closer.

Matt let out another low growl, your words and your actions only fueling his desire even more. He could feel the last threads of his restraint snapping, his body taking over as the primal need to possess you fully consumed him.

“You say my name like that again, sweetheart, and it's all over,” he warned, his voice hoarse with need.

“Matt,” you groaned breathlessly.

Matt's mind went blank at the sound of his name on your lips, the plea in your voice sending a fresh wave of possessive need through him. He could feel the last remnants of his self-control slipping away, his body and mind fully in control now.

“You asked for it,” he ground out, his voice rough with desire. “Now you're going to get it, baby.”

He rolled his hips against you, his body pressing you hard into the mattress. His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, and without warning, he ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. He moved down your body, his mouth trailing kisses down your stomach until he reached your skirt.

His fingers nimbly unbuttoned your skirt, pulling it down your legs and tossing it aside. He took a moment to take you in, his eyes roaming over your body, exposed and vulnerable in front of him. He could feel his body tense in response, his need for you almost painful now.

The sight of you in the lacy white lingerie was enough to make Matt's mind go completely blank for a moment. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, all he could do was stare at you in awe.

“You are unreal,” he managed to say, his voice low and gravelly. “You are absolutely unreal, sweetheart.”

He ran his hands over your body, tracing the lace of your lingerie, his touch gentle but possessive.

“You're driving me absolutely crazy,” he murmured, his hands slowly moving lower, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of your underwear, his touch light but filled with a promise of something more.

Your hands landed on his shoulders, gently tugging at the fabric of his shirt. Matt took the hint and quickly shrugged off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. He didn't want any barriers between them, and he wanted to feel your skin against his. He leaned back down, his body pressed against yours, and he let out a low moan at the feel of your skin against his bare chest.

He captured your mouth in another hard, passionate kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips, tasting and claiming you. His hands roamed over your body, his touch both soft and possessive at the same time. He could feel your body responding to his touch, arching against him, your skin flushed and warm to the touch.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving down to your neck, his tongue tracing a trail down to your collarbone. He nipped at your skin, his teeth grazing over your sensitive flesh, his touch leaving a trail of love bites in its path.

“I need you,” you whimpered.

Matt's body shuddered at your words, the raw need in your voice nearly breaking him. He wanted you just as much, probably even more, and your words only fueled the fire burning inside him.

“I need you too, baby,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. “I need you so bad, it's killing me.”

He leaned down, his lips trailing kisses down your chest, his tongue and teeth teasing your sensitive skin. He continued lower, moving down your stomach, stopping just above the edge of your lace underwear.

His fingers traced the lace, and he could feel the heat radiating from your body. He wanted to take you right here and now, to give in to the primal need that was consuming him. But he also wanted to tease you, to make you beg for it.

He glanced up at you, his eyes locking with yours. He could see the desire in your gaze, the need written all over your face. He smirked, a small, wicked smile playing on his lips.

“You want me, baby?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “You want me to touch you?”

“Please,” you whined.

Matt's smirk grew at your whimper, his body aching to just give in and take you. But he wanted to hear you say it, he wanted you to beg for it.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he murmured, his fingers still tracing the edge of your underwear. “You're going to have to tell me exactly what you want.”

Youlet out a frustrated whimper, your body on fire with need, your mind a fuzz of pure desire.

“I want you,” you managed to say, your voice shaking. “I want you to touch me, Matt. I need you to touch me.”

Matt's eyes darkened at your words, the hunger in your voice making his body tense with need. He couldn't hold back any longer, not with you begging for him like this. He moved his hand lower, his fingers sliding underneath the lace of your underwear, and he heard your gasp as he touched you.

He felt your body arch against his hand, your skin warm and damp to the touch, and he let out a low, rough groan at the feel of you. He wanted you so bad, he was going to lose his mind if he didn't have you right now. But he still wanted to hear you, he wanted you to tell him exactly what you wanted.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he murmured, his fingers slowly teasing you. “What do you want me to do?”

You squeezed your thighs around his hand, your breath coming in ragged gasps. “Need… Need your fingers…”

Matt let out a low moan as your thighs squeezed around his hand, and he couldn't think straight anymore. All he wanted was to give you what you needed, to make you feel good.

“You want my fingers, baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “You want me to use my fingers on you?”

You nodded desperately, your body arching against him again, your need obvious in your every move.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, Matt, I need your fingers.”

Matt's self-control was almost gone, your words and your body driving him insane. He couldn't hold back any longer, he wanted you to feel pleasure like you'd never felt before.

“Don't worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his fingers moving slowly, teasing you. “I'm going to give you exactly what you need.”

Then, without a warning, he slipped two fingers inside of you, making you moan loudly. The sound of your moan was music to his ears, and it only fueled the fire burning within him. He moved his fingers slowly at first, wanting to savor the moment, wanting to make you feel all the pleasure he could give.

He leaned down and captured your mouth in a hard, passionate kiss, his tongue dueling with yours as his fingers continued to move inside you. Your moans were like music to his ears, they made his cock harden even more.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving down to your neck, his teeth gently nipping at your skin as he continued to move his fingers inside you. He could feel your body arching against him, your hands grabbing his arms.

“F-Fuck, Matt…” you moaned, your voice more high-pitched than usual.

The sound of your voice, your words, your moans… All of it was making him feel crazed. He could feel his control slipping away, his body and mind completely consumed by the need to make you feel good.

“Yeah, baby?” he purred, his fingers still moving inside you. “You want more?”

“Please…”

Matt couldn't resist your pleading voice, and he was lost in the moment. He leaned down, nuzzling your neck with his nose.

“Don't worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his fingers moving faster. “I'm going to give you everything you want and more.”

Your mind was a mess, your body on fire with need. You could feel Matt's fingers inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. It was all so overwhelming, all so good. You could barely form a coherent thought, the pleasure building up inside you so intense you felt like you were going to explode.

You needed more. You needed everything he could give you.

You arched your body against him, your hands gripping at his arms, your fingers digging into his skin.

“Matt… Please…” You couldn't even articulate your thoughts, but he knew exactly what you needed. He could see it in your face, in your body language.

He leaned down, hovering over you, his fingers still moving inside you.

“You want me to make you come, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice low and hoarse. “Is that what you want?”

You nodded desperately, your body trembling with need. You couldn't form words, all you could do was nod and let out a moan of agreement.

He smiled down at you, his eyes dark and full of lust. He was enjoying this, enjoying the pleasure he was bringing you.

“Don't worry, baby. I'm going to make you feel so good.”

He moved his fingers faster, adding a third one, making you gasp. He could see the pleasure on your face, he could feel your body quivering with need. He leaned down, his lips whispering into your ear.

“Let go, sweetheart. I'll take care of you.”

His fingers moved faster, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your clit, making you arch against him.

“I want you to come for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

He was completely entranced by you, completely focused on giving you pleasure. He could see the pleasure building up inside you, he could feel your body trembling under his touch. He wanted you to feel all the pleasure he could give.

You were so close to the edge, so close to the release you needed so badly. His fingers inside you, the pressure of his thumb, his voice in your ear, it was all driving you insane.

You couldn't think, you couldn't speak. All you could do was feel. Feeling him, feeling the pleasure building up inside you, feeling the need for release.

You let out a low, ragged moan, your body arching against him, your hands gripping at his arms.

“Oh God, Matt,” you managed to gasp. “Please… Please don't stop!”

He would never stop, not when you looked like this, not when you needed him like this. He continued to move his fingers inside you, picking up the pace, and listening to your moans and gasps.

“I won't stop, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire.

He leaned down, kissing your neck, his tongue tracing a path down your collarbone.

“You're so beautiful like this,” he whispered, “so sexy and gorgeous. I love making you feel good.”

He could feel your body trembling under his touch, he could hear your moans getting louder and more intense. He knew you were close, he knew you were on the edge.

“You're so close, baby,” he murmured, his fingers still moving inside you. “I can feel it. Come for me.”

The words seemed to send you over the edge, your body arching against him, your mind going blank with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy crashed over you as you came, letting out a low, ragged moan, your body convulsing.

Matt watched you shatter under his touch, a wave of pleasure and satisfaction washing over you. He loved seeing you like this, completely undone and satisfied.

He slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, licking them clean, savoring the taste of you. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a soft, affectionate kiss. You moaned against his lips, tasting yourself on them. He smiled against your lips, pulling back just enough to speak.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. “So sweet and perfect.”

He nuzzled your neck with his nose, his hands rubbing gently at your sides, trying to bring you back down to earth after your intense climax.

He pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you, and holding you against his chest. His body was still burning with desire, but he could wait. He wanted to give you a moment to recover, to bask in the afterglow of pleasure he just gave you.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice soft and low. “Feel good?”

Your mind was still fuzzy from the aftermath of pleasure, but you managed to find your voice.

“Yeah… Yeah, I'm okay,” you said, your voice a bit raspy from all the moaning you'd been doing. “Better than okay, actually. That was… Wow.”

Matt chuckled softly, feeling a wave of pride and satisfaction wash over him. He loved knowing that he had the power to make you feel this good, to make you feel this happy.

“You liked that, huh?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

You nodded, burying your face in his chest, feeling a bit shy and vulnerable suddenly. You always felt a bit like that after you had been intimate, like you had bared your soul completely to him. He could sense your shyness, and he held you a bit tighter, his arms wrapping around you like a protective cocoon.

“Don't be shy, baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your unruly hair. “There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You were incredible.”

He traced lazy patterns on your skin with his fingertips, trying to soothe you gently. He knew you sometimes needed a moment to recover after you were intimate like this, and he was always more than happy to give you that time.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, he finally spoke up, his voice soft yet a bit mischievous.

“You know what?”

You stirred a bit, lifting your head from his chest to look up at him. You were curious to hear what he had to say, your eyes still a bit unfocused and hazy from pleasure. He traced a finger along your jawline, his eyes locked on yours, a smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth.

“I think we should do that again… But maybe this time, it's my turn.”

Your eyes widened a bit at his words, a mix of surprise and excitement rushing through you. You weren’t sure if you could handle that right this second, your body still sensitive from their recent activity, but at the same time, you were very interested in the suggestion.

He could see the mixture of emotions in your eyes, and he chuckled softly, a sound full of affectionate mocking.

“Don't worry, sweetheart,” he reassured you, his voice low and gentle. “I won't be too rough on you. Unless you want me to be, of course.”

You swallowed hard, your heart rate picking up in anticipation. The thought of letting him take control, of letting him do whatever he wanted to you… It was both thrilling and a bit intimidating.

He leaned in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Just say the word, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice growing huskier by the second. “One word, and I'll stop. But if you want me to continue… I'll make you feel things you've never felt before.”

Your breath hitched at his words, your body reacting immediately, your skin tingling with anticipation. You knew you shouldn't just give in, but at the same time, you wanted it so badly, you couldn't deny it. You looked up at him, your eyes full of desire, and you whispered a single word:

“Continue.”

His eyes darkened at your response, a predatory look on his face as he smiled wickedly. He had you completely coiled around his finger, and he knew it.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Lie back.”

You obeyed, your body responding to his command with a shiver. You lay back against the pillows, your eyes still locked on his, your breath coming in shorter gasps as your heart pounded in your chest.

He hovered over you, taking a moment to admire you. You were so beautiful like this, completely vulnerable and at his mercy. He reached up, touching your face gently.

“I'm going to take good care of you, sweetheart,” he reassured you. “Just relax and let me do all the work.”

You nodded, trusting him completely. Your heart was racing, your body shivering as he began to kiss down your neck, slowly moving down the length of your body, his hands tracing patterns on your skin, his tongue and lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He took his time, savoring every moment, every gasp and moan that escaped your lips. He loved the way your body responded to his touch, the way your skin flushed with desire and your muscles trembled with anticipation. He wanted you to feel every bit of pleasure he had to offer, to be completely lost in the sensations he was creating within you.

His mouth continued to move down, his lips trailing over your collarbone, your breasts, your stomach, his hands roaming over your body, his touch growing more firm, more possessive. His name spilled from your lips in a ragged gasp as his tongue traced a path over your abdomen, his breath hot against your skin.

He smirked at the sound of his name on your lips, loving the way it sounded, the way it drove him wild. He moved lower, his lips teasing the sensitive skin near your hip, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging in slightly as he pulled you closer.

You arched into him, your hands gripping at the sheets beneath you, your body begging for more. Every touch, every kiss was like electricity, igniting a fire within you that grew hotter and hotter with each passing moment.

He was on the verge of losing control, his own body burning with desire.

“I need you,” he groaned, lifting his head to look at you. “Now. Right now.”

Your eyes met his, your body trembling with anticipation. You were more than ready for him, aching for his touch, craving the release only he could give you.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please, Matt. Take me.”

He didn't need any more encouragement than that. He moved over you, positioning himself between your legs, his body pressed flush against yours. His lips crashed against yours in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you. He couldn't get enough of you, he needed you like he needed air to breathe.

His hands skimmed over your body, his touch growing rougher, more desperate. He didn't want to be gentle, he wanted to consume you, to mark you as his own. He groaned against your lips, his body quivering as he fought to control himself.

He reached down, his hands grabbing your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. He lifted you, angling your body to just the right position. He could feel your wetness against him, and it was driving him insane. He couldn't wait any longer, he needed to be inside you.

He broke the kiss, looking down at you with a wild, feral look in his eyes. He didn't say anything, he just waited for you to meet his gaze, to see the heat and desire in his eyes. He wanted you to know exactly what he was about to do, and he wanted you to want it just as badly as he did.

You met his gaze, your own eyes darkening with equal parts desire and anticipation. You nodded silently, a wordless signal that you were ready, that you wanted this just as much as he did. You lifted your hips towards him, silently begging for more.

He could see the desperation in your eyes, the silent plea for him to give you what you needed. And he was more than happy to oblige. With a low growl, he pushed into you, filling you completely, his body shuddering at the sensation. His eyes shut tight as he paused, savoring the moment.

You threw your head back with a loud groan, your hands resting on his back, and digging your nails into his skin.

He savored the sting of your nails and the way your body responded to his. He felt a shiver run down his spine as you dug your nails into his skin, the pain mixed with pleasure only adding to the overwhelming sensations he was feeling.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust, his body still poised above yours, “so damn good.”

He leaned down, his lips finding your neck, his tongue tracing a path along your collarbone. His body trembled against yours, his muscles tensing as he tried to hold onto his control. But it was so difficult, so hard to hold back when you felt so good, when you made those sounds, those perfect little sounds that drove him wild.

“You can move,” you whispered breathlessly, your eyes closed in pleasure.

His heart skipped a beat at your words, his breath catching in his throat. He had been waiting for your okay, holding himself back, waiting until he knew you were ready. And now that you had given him permission, he was more than ready to oblige.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice low and husky, his body pressing against yours harder, seeking more contact, more friction.

You nodded, your eyes opening to look at him, your body arching up against his, your hips pressing up into his, silently urging him forward.

“Please,” you pleaded, your voice shaking just slightly, “I need you. Move. Now.”

He swallowed hard at the desperation in your voice, his body responding immediately to the sound. He couldn't deny you, not when you were begging him like that. With a deep breath, he began to move, his hips rocking against yours, his body finding a rhythm, pressing into you with deep, measured thrusts.

His lips found your skin again, his mouth hungrily kissing and biting at your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder. His hands roamed over your body, grabbing and holding you tightly, his every touch possessive, claiming you as his own. He couldn't get enough of you, he needed to touch you everywhere, to mark you as his, to make sure you knew you were his and only his.

You writhed beneath him, your body meeting his every movement, your hands roaming over his back, your nails scratching along his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You were completely lost in the sensations he was creating within you, your mind hazy with pleasure, your body consumed by the intensity of it all.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts growing faster, more frantic. He was losing himself in the moment, lost in you, lost in the feel of your body against his, the way you reacted to every touch, every movement. He wanted this to last forever, but he knew he couldn't hold on for long.

He leaned down, his mouth finding yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you. His hands tangled in your hair, holding you tight, his fingers digging into the soft strands. He couldn't get enough of you, he would never get enough of you. You were everything to him, his best friend, his love, and he wanted to show you how much you meant to him.

He angled his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts, seeking out the spot that would make you scream his name. He knew your body so well, he knew exactly where to touch you, where to kiss you, how to make you lose control. He wanted to hear his name on your lips, to know that he was the only one who could make you feel this way.

“Oh fuck!” you moaned loudly. “Matt…”

He loved the way his name sounded coming from your lips, especially when you spoke so breathlessly like that. He felt a surge of heat in his stomach at the sound of it, and he was determined to make you say it again, over and over.

“Yeah?” he murmured, nipping at your earlobe, his voice low and husky, "You like that, baby? You like how I make you feel?"

You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a full sentence. Your mind was consumed with nothing but the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, the way his body was making you feel.

“Y-yes,” you managed to gasp out, your eyes closed in ecstasy, “I love it. You feel so good, baby. Don't stop. Please, don't stop.”

He smiled against your skin, loving the way you responded to him, the way you begged for more. He had you right where he wanted you, completely at his mercy. He picked up the pace again, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he sought to give them both the release you both desperately needed.

He reached down, his hand moving between your legs, his fingers seeking out that sensitive bundle of nerves. He knew just how to touch you, just how to make you scream, and he wanted to hear it again, louder this time.

You gasped loudly, your body arching up towards his, your back lifting off the bed. The touch of his fingers against you was too much, it was driving you wild. You couldn't handle it, you were right on the edge, but you couldn't quite tip over.

“Matt,” you whimpered, your voice shaking with desire, “I'm so close. Please.”

He could hear the desperation in your voice, he knew you were right there, right on the edge. He loved knowing that he was the one making you feel like this, that he was the one who had you completely at his mercy. He continued to move his fingers against you, harder this time, his mouth finding your neck, his lips and tongue working quickly, leaving a trail of kisses.

He wanted you to let go, he wanted you to let go and give in to the pleasure. He was right there with you, his own body burning with need, but he couldn't let himself go yet, not until you did first.

He kept going, his fingers continuing their relentless rhythm, his breaths coming in short gasps, his body shaking with effort. He was close, so close, but he held on, he focused on you, on the way you responded to his touch, on the sounds you made, the way you said his name.

“Let go for me, baby,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and rough, “Let go. Give it to me. I want to see you. I want to feel you. Come on, baby, come for me.”

The sound of his voice, the words he was saying, it was too much. You couldn't hold back any longer, you were too far gone.

With a shuddering gasp, your body tensed up, your insides clenching around him, your muscles trembling with pleasure. Your hands reached out for him, digging into his back, your fingers clawing at his skin, your nails leaving marks behind as you called out his name, begging him to let go as well.

At the sound of your moans, his body instantly responded, the last bit of control he had crumbled away and he found his own release, his body shuddering against yours, his mind going completely blank except for you. Your name spilled from his lips like a prayer as he came, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his body shaking with the intensity of it all. He held you tightly, his arms wrapped around you, his face buried in your neck, his heart beating furiously against his chest. He was completely and utterly spent, but he also felt more alive than he ever had before.

He slowly pulled away, collapsing onto the bed beside you, his breaths still coming in deep, labored gasps. He reached over and pulled you against him, holding you close, his hand rubbing circles on your back as he whispered soft words of love in your ear.

You snuggled into his side, your body still trembling slightly, your breaths slowly returning to normal. You wrapped your arm around his chest, your fingers tracing soft patterns on his skin. You felt completely content, completely fulfilled, completely in love with the man beside you.

You lay there for a few moments in silence, your bodies intertwined, your breaths mingling. He leaned his head down, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head, his hand still stroking your back in a soothing motion.

He could feel the steady beat of your heart against his chest and it filled him with a sense of peace and happiness like he'd never felt before. This was where he was meant to be, where you were meant to be. Together, just like this.

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TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab, reader and katsuki are in their 3rd year, everyone is 18+, hand kink, this is actually rlly vanilla compared to everything else i’ve written GENRE: smut SUMMARY: you’re obsessed with your boyfriend’s strong hands and want his fingers in your mouth. WORD COUNT: 854 🦊’s A/N: sorry for how fucked up day 14 was LMAOOO also i’m sorry this is so short?? i’ll make up for it somehow

for weeks now, you’d been asking your boyfriend to put his fingers in your mouth, or to let you suck on his fingers to soothe your oral fixation, just for him to shut you down each and every time.

and every time, you whined why?

yet, without fail, he gave you the same response; because i don’t want you accidentally ingesting my sweat, idiot. it was out of care for your well being that he didn’t cave to a request-turned-demand that he wishes he could indulge you in desperately. but, whether he expressed it or not, katsuki was a caring person. …in his own aggressive manner, but anyone who knows him can tell when he cares for someone, as he becomes just the slightest bit softer around them, only has his guard half-way up instead of being on full defense mode all the time. and in regards to you? he more than just cared for you, he was stupidly, disgustingly in love with you. so much so, it made him physically ill.

that’s how he finds himself awake at midnight three weeks after your initial ask, locked away in his dorm room, the only thing illuminating the darkness being his laptop screen from underneath his sheets. he had gone down a rabbit hole on reddit about nitroglycerin and whether or not it was dangerous if consumed, how it tasted (as he had never… i dunno, licked his fuckin’ palms before like a little freak), what a lethal dosage was, etc.

now, he feels a bit more prepared to yield to your demands next time you plead with him. as long as you don’t suck on them for an extended period, you should be fine—nitroglycerin was often used to help with chest pain in small doses, after all.

so, the next time the two of you are getting hot and heavy in his dorm late at night, he finds himself pinning you to the bed, straddling your hips, erection pressing into your thinly clothed cunt—as you were both in nothing but your underwear—his chest pressing against yours, he finds his mind wandering to how he should go about this.

does he wait for you to bring it up again? or does he surprise you by taking the initiative..? tsk, like it’s even a question.

pulling away from the sloppy kiss, he takes the opportunity to stick two of his fingers in your mouth when you go to ask him what he was doing—something that makes your eyes widen in shock for a brief moment before you’re grabbing at his thick wrist with both hands as you begin to suck his middle and ring fingers.

katsuki bites his plump bottom lip as you swirl your tongue around and between the digits occupying your wet mouth before he suddenly has the muscle pinned down as he slides his fingers towards the back of your throat.

you can’t help but smile, and maybe moan a little, as he starts to essentially fingerfuck your mouth, nearly massaging your slick tongue but being just a bit too rough for it to be considered such. you were just content to finally get what you’d been begging for for weeks.

“mmmgh,” you moan softly, a noise that makes the blond smirk.

“enjoyin’ yourself?” he asks, more rhetorically than anything, but you answer him nonetheless.

“mmhm,” you hum in response, closing your eyes as you focus on the taste of his fingers. they were… almost sweet? in a sense, but also left a light burning and tingling sensation behind in their wake—probably just the effects of the nitroglycerin, you think. nothing you hadn’t already thought of or considered.

spreading the thick digits, he splays them out to either side of your tongue, allowing you to move the muscle freely again

“kats…” you whine, rolling your hips up as you start to grow impatient, the feeling of his fingers in your mouth driving you crazy. nothing could have prepared you for how nice it felt. maybe it’s because it was like a forbidden treat for what seemed like the longest time, and now you were finally getting to indulge in it, and if not for the throbbing of your clit bringing you back to the real world, you think you could be content sucking on his thick and calloused digits for as long as he let you.

“mm–ow! you little shit!” he hisses when you suddenly bite down against his fingers, and he all but jerks them out of your mouth. “what was that for?”

you can’t help but giggle and smirk at his confused expression.

“felt like it,” you grin, looking up at him with nothing but mischief in your eyes.

“fine, see if i ever let you suck on my fingers again,” he huffs, crossing his well-toned arms as he rolls his eyes.

“wait, no–! ‘m sorry, baby; i was just fuckin’ with you, i won’t do it again, i promise,” you beg, propping yourself up on your forearms.

fortunately, this time, it only took a few minutes of begging instead of a few weeks to get him to relent to your desperate pleas.

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Hiiiiii!!!!!!! I recently got back into criminal minds and devoured all ur hotch fics like a MANIAC (you write. So unbelievably well. Im also in love w ur tasm peter stuff, you are just such a good writer thru and thru) and that one request where Jack calls reader mom for the first time really stuck w me so I was wondering if maybe I could request smth of the opposite? Like not-so-single mom!reader and hotch have been dating for a while and her lil girl calls him dad for the first time :3 🖤🖤

thank you for requesting! 💌 —your daughter calls Hotch dad for the first time. fem, 2k

“Come in, come in!” Hotch says, the door held ajar by his arm, forcing you to squeeze in and save the heat. “Quickly, honey, please, get out of the rain.”

Sarah bursts in through the door and away from the rain, her vinyl coat covered in raindrops, her boots wet with mud. “Aaron!” she says, pulling it into something softened and excited at once, though her ‘r’s are weak, closer to ‘w’s. “I missed you.” She jumps from one foot to the other.

He makes sure you’re safely inside before he abandons you. It’s not very kind to you, but he can’t help himself. “Sarah,” he says, without your daughter’s sweetness but heavily fond, “I missed you more, honey. How many days has it been?”

“Four!” she says, holding up four fingers as Hotch grabs her by the waist.

He doesn’t mind her wet coat, working an arm around and beneath her to shuck off her muddy shoes. They topple to the ground to unveil damp socks.

“Oh, no, your socks are wet. I did all the laundry while we were waiting, I have some warm ones for you in the dryer. Should we get you out of this coat?”

“Where’s Jack?” you ask.

“Eating. He was starving, couldn’t wait.”

You kick your shoes off and gather them with Sarah’s to line up by the door. Hotch takes off Sarah’s coat with some one-armed manoeuvring, aware of her smiley gaze following his every move.

“I,” you say, pressing a swift kiss to his cheek, cold lips to his rough skin, “am gonna go to the toilet really quickly. Hi, handsome.”

He savours your kiss and watches you go. He owes you a better greeting, he missed you just as much as he missed your girl. For now, he wipes the cold from Sarah’s cheeks and stations her comfortably on his navel.

He loves her like his own. He’s privileged to get the opportunity, and it’s hard not to feel that low level of awe whenever she’s around, because she loves him the same way. Sarah waits for him to smile before she wraps her arms around his neck, long enough to twine her fingers in the short hair she finds there.

It’s funny to love someone you had no hand in bringing into the world, but no less real. He’d do anything for Sarah. I miss you doesn’t cover it, but it’s a start. “I missed you,” he murmurs, not well-versed in baby talk but always willing to try for his kids. “It’s so nice to see you. Jack missed you too, should we go see him? I can change your socks.”

He ushers her back enough to see her. She has such loving eyes, not shy at all as she nods her head. “Can you make crackers?”

He beams. “Oooh, yes. Crackers and cheese and apple slices, I know what you want, honey. It’s ready for you in the kitchen.”

Things weren’t easy at first for either you nor Hotch. He works too much, and you both have priorities that can’t be shifted, but the connection between you was easy. Love, undoubtedly, pretty much the moment you met, even if it scared him. He never thought he’d get a second chance and he’s not sure you thought you’d find yours either, and yet loving you has been as helpless as loving your daughter. He doesn’t have a choice and he doesn’t want one.

In this time, you’ve found routine. He’s introduced the idea of moving in together and you’re excited for it, though concrete plans haven’t been laid. There’s a lot of questions and no need to rush into answering them yet. He has no intentions of letting you go now —Hotch will do anything it takes to keep his small family.

Today, right now, that’s crackers.

“Sarah!” Jack says when he sees them, jumping off of his chair to climb on top of it. He holds his hands out and Hotch leans down with a loving laugh to let his son hug her. “You’re back!”

“I’m back,” she agrees.

“Do you want some of my sandwiches? Daddy made me two.”

“Yes!” she says, wiggling to be put down and given what he’s promising.

Hotch fights to take her to the sink and wash her little hands, to her horror and whining. He says, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, sweetheart, but you gotta wash your hands before you eat.”

He puts her in her own chair, and it is Sarah’s chair, outfitted with a big pillow so she can see the table and marked by a pink star sticker, putting a placemat in front of her. Jack quickly pushes one of his sandwiches towards her. “There you go.”

“Thank you, Jackers,” she says.

Hotch smiles. Despite their different interests and ages, they’re quick to get along.

He shouldn’t pry while you’re in the bathroom, but he worries about you. “Honey?” he calls up the stairs.

“I’m just changing!”

“Yeah? Can you bring some socks for Sarah, please?”

You shout back something incomprehensible. He returns to the kitchen, where Sarah looks over the chair with pleading eyes and asks, “Crackers?” a piece of lettuce stuck to her chin.

“Ah,” he says showfully, turning to the fridge to grab the plate of crackers, sliced cheese, and apples he’d Saran wrapped an hour ago. He peels off the wrapping and places it in front of her. “Here, sweetheart. Do you want anything else? Maybe some chips?”

She laughs and grabs a piece of apple without answering him.

“What about you, sweetheart? Drink?” he asks Jack.

“Yes please, daddy.”

Hotch makes Jack a cup of orange juice and Sarah a sippy cup, hers diluted some with water. He places them down in front of the kids, crouching between their chairs, intending to stay and chat. “How’s that?” he asks, tilting his head to the side to listen for your light footsteps on the stairs.

“Thanks, daddy,” Jack says.

“Thank you, daddy,” Sarah echoes, reaching for him. Hotch offers his hand, startled, not quick enough to hide it. She doesn’t pay any mind to his expression, pleased to have her hand held and her big plastic plate of crackers to munch on.

“Why’d you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” you ask, passing him Sarah’s socks, and rounding the table to stand by Jack's other side. “Hi,” you add, ruffling Jack’s hair, “look at you, gorgeous, you got your hair cut.”

Hotch rubs Sarah’s knuckles, trying to phrase it, not sure how to tell you with the kids still there. Will Sarah feel embarrassed if he brings it up so swiftly? Will she feel like she’s done something wrong? Will you?

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

He decides to present you with the situation. He’s not manipulative, but clever. “Mommy got your socks, too. Can we take these cold ones off, is that okay?”

“Yes, please,” Sarah says.

You watch in confusion. Hotch gives you a quick look. Trust me for a second.

He eases the socks off of her feet, laughs when she laughs at his tickling, even if he’s not quite sure how to feel. Happy, he gives her toes a squeeze and bunches a sock up to pull it over her heel and up to her ankle. “One,” he says, repeating the process with the same tenderness. “Two. There we go, all warm again, Sarah.”

“Thanks, daddy.”

You breathe in.

Sarah puts some cheese on a cracker and offers it to Hotch, who eats it while you summon him away with silent parent talk. He kisses her forehead and wipes it clean as he goes.

“Did she do that when I was upstairs?” you ask quietly.

Hotch knows you. Loves you, but knows you intrinsically. He knows just by looking at you that you’re happy, but you’re worried about something, and it’s not hard to guess what it is: he might not want Sarah to call him daddy, and telling her not to might break her heart, and yours too.

“She did.”

“She’s never… expressed that interest to me.”

“Sometimes they think about things more than we know.” Jack still surprises him as he did when he was a toddler.

“She just loves you,” you say.

“I love her. She can call me whatever she wants to.”

You hold his wrist, taking a step closer to him. “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.” He murmurs now you’re close, ducking his head to yours, two halves of the same heart looking at one another’s hands. “I love her more than anything in the world. I want to make her crackers for the rest of my life.” Hotch puts his index finger to the soft skin under your chin. “Maybe by tomorrow she’ll forget she called me daddy and she’ll never say it again, but… I want her to. Is that okay?” he asks.

You lean up to kiss him and you nod into his lips, which makes it hard but not impossible to kiss back. “She loves you so much,” you say quietly. You’d only wanted a quick peck.

He might’ve said he loves her more than anything, but there’s a level on which he holds her and Jack where you sit too. He loves you. You made Sarah who she is all by yourself, and you’re so lovable standing in his reach. You’re perfect.

Maybe he’s feeling sweet because Sarah called him daddy.

“I think Jack confused her,” he says.

“Maybe. You are, you know, her dad. You do everything a dad would.”

Hotch slots his leg between yours and leans back to force you into his favourite kind of hug. You laugh slowly, hug the same, your arms sliding up over his shoulders to wrap behind his head, your hand cupping his hair.

He closes his eyes and feels your waist.

“You don’t have to worry,” he says.

“I don’t worry about you and Sarah, I know you love her. I guess I just worry about us. Not that you don’t love me, Aaron.”

“Big changes,” he guesses in a whisper.

“Big changes.”

He encourages you away to hold your face. He hopes that waiting with you in quiet for a while can explain it better than words.

Your shoulders finally relax.

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