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rottingpink · 3 months ago

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WICKED GAMES | CHOI "THANOS" SU-BONG

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cw: manager! reader, rapper! thanos, fwb but thanos wants you real bad, pre-squid game! au, flirting, teasing, suggestive comments and innuendo, female reader, no use of y/n, oral sex, unprotected sex, thanos cums in his pants, 18+, MDNI

synopsis: thanos never meant to catch feelings for his cold, no-nonsense manager he’s been hooking up with.

You were sat beside Thanos at his kitchen island, your fingers scrolling on your iPad as you flitted through your calendar, which included all of his important appointments for the month as well as your own.

Your posture was as rigid and straight as your tone as you spoke about his upcoming tour. For work.

That’s what tonight was. Work.

You scheduled a dinner date with him, which he suggested take place at his luxury home, hoping that it would be intimate and personal, and yet like always, you'd gone straight to business from the moment you sat down at the countertop.

He watched your lips move as you spoke, barely processing the words leaving your mouth. He was more focused on the softness, the fullness of your lips. How they looked stained red from the wine you were drinking.

He had kissed them before. And you had let him. More than once.

His fingers curled against the glass. "…so if you want to switch up the setlist—are you even listening?" He blinked, tilting his head.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm listening."

You gave him a sharp look, unimpressed. "Then tell me what I just said."

His mouth quirked. You were always like this. So put-together, so untouchable, so fucking cold; except for the nights you weren’t.

The nights where you let him press you into the walls of hotel rooms and penthouses just like this, where you gasped against his mouth and dug your nails into his back and let him ruin you.

You'd let him fuck you stupid on his cock until you were an incoherent mess, your neat hair spread out under you and your lipstick smudged onto your chin, with the remainder of it on his mouth.

Then, in the morning, you always pretended it never happened. Always leaving first without a single word, even when it was in your apartment.

He was too busy imagining the different positions he could put you in if you just loosened up for two seconds to notice that you were still waiting for a response. Thanos exhaled through his nose, smiling innocently.

You clicked your tongue, shaking your head before taking another sip of wine, your throat working as you swallowed. His fingers tightened around his glass.

"You never focus," you sighed, shifting in your chair. "If you actually paid attention instead of zoning out...

"Maybe I wouldn’t zone out if you weren’t so fucking boring," he cut in, his voice lazy, rough.

That got a reaction. Your expression barely shifted, but he caught the faintest flicker in your eyes, annoyance.

Good. He liked when he got to you.

"I'm not boring. I just know how to organize my priorities. In case you haven't noticed, your life would be a mess without me." You say, your voice clipped.

"You're right about that, actually." He grinned, pushing your hair out of your eyes. "Who else could fuck me as good as you? I can't find a replacement for your pussy."

He saw the flicker of your gaze, the way your throat worked as you swallowed, the subtle shift in your breathing. Your cheeks were a blazing pink with anger and embarrassment. He liked when you weren't being a robot for two seconds and felt something for him.

Whether it was want and anticipation for your next time in bed together, or a flicker of care, like back when he had gotten sick after a show in Busan.

When you had been the one hovering in his doorway, your eyes softened and your brows furrowed together in quiet concern. When you had sat next to him and dabbed sweat off his forehead with a warm towel and held his hand.

He had never brought it up.

You would have denied it anyway.

"Anyway." He broke the silence, leaning closer to you. "You were talking about stage lights?" You scoff and shake your head, staring at him disbelievingly.

"I wasn't talking about stage lights, Su bong." You snap at him, getting annoyed at him by this point.

You lean back slightly so he's not in your face, and the movement causes your breasts to bounce in a way he can't look away from.

Thanos’ smirk widened as he shamelessly stared, his dark eyes fixed on your chest before trailing up to your lips again. He shifted his hand up to your knee.

"You lean back like that again," he murmured, his fingers sliding up the fabric of your skirt just a little, barely touching the skin of your thigh, "and I might think you’re trying to play games with me."

You inhaled sharply, your spine straightening at the contact, but you didn’t push him away. You never did, and that’s why he kept testing you. Kept touching you, kept pushing just a little further every time.

You gave him a sharp look, clearly unimpressed. "Watch it."

"And you're a delusional little tease," he shot back immediately, grinning as his fingers curled against your thigh, kneading the soft flesh. "Seriously, you ever get tired of pretending you don’t want me? 'Cause it’s getting a little old, princess."

You scoffed and shifted in your seat, but that only made his grip tighten. His other hand slid under your stool, pulling you in much closer.

"Enough, Su. You always do this," you said with exasperation, grabbing both his wrists and setting them on his lap. He merely laughed and grabbed your waist once more with his big hands.

"Do what?" he grinned, leaning in so his lips brushed against your ear. "Tell you how sexy you are? My sweet little manager. Sometimes I think you might hate me."

"Don't be ridiculous." You shot back, pushing some hair out of your eyes and shaking your head with frustration. "Now, can we please foc-"

"I'm ridiculous? You're the one who gets onto me every time we're alone and let me fuck your sloppy little pussy." His fingers flexed against your waist, voice dropping into that flirtatious tone that he knew made your stomach tighten.

"Stop it." You repeat, your face too warm for your liking. You hate the way you can't seem to control yourself around him. You wanted him to shut up so you could focus and finally accomplish something without ending up bouncing on his cock.

Ever since you'd indulged him for the first time, it feels impossible for you two to be around each other without this happening.

His hand slid from your waist up to your jaw, fingers tilting your chin up so you couldn’t look away from him. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, his eyes flickering down to your mouth, full of heat and intent.

"You think about it, don’t you?" he continued. "When you’re alone at night. You touch yourself and think about me, huh?"

Your nails dug into your palm, lips pressing together. He liked your little pouts. They were so cute. He liked to catch you off guard and press your lips against his quite often when you were sulking, and you were afraid he'd do it now. "Stop it now, Su-bong. I won't ask again."

He only grinned wider. "Ohhh, you do." He squeezed your thigh again, mocking you now. His free hand pushed his thumb firmer on your lips. "Knew it."

You jerked your head away, pushing at his stupid, handsome face. That seemed to goad him on, however, and his hands hooked around your waist, tugging you forward so your knees hit his. Your balance wavered, and your hands landed flat on his chest. You could feel his heart pounding.

His fingers trailed up the curve of your spine, slow and deliberate, until they tangled into the hair at the nape of your neck. He grinned as he gave it a slight tug, forcing your head back just enough for him to drop his mouth closer to yours.

Your breath fanned against his lips, warm and quick.

"You always leave me hanging, pretty baby," he said softly, slotting his mouth over yours but not kissing you just yet. And he called you the tease. "Why don’t you stick around this time?"

Your lips parted. For a split second, he thought you’d let him win. But then you blinked, your expression shuttering. Your hands flattened against his chest, firm now, pushing him back.

Thanos let out an exaggerated sigh, dragging a hand down his face. "You're impossible, you know that?"

You scowled, slamming a hand down on the counter to shut him up. "Do you even understand how important this tour is? You do this every time. You don’t take anything seriously until the last second, and then I’m the one running around fixing your mess. And you think it’s funny-"

He cuts you off by groaning loudly and picking you up by your waist, lifting you onto the counter in one smooth motion.

Your breath hitched in shock, your hands gripping his shoulders as your thighs instinctively parted to accommodate the space he took up between them.

Your heart was pounding so loud you swore he could hear it. It felt like it was echoing through your whole body. He got right in your face, his hands gripping your hips, holding you there. His breath was warm against your lips, his voice low and strained.

"God, you are so fucking bossy."

You blinked, thrown off for just a second. But then your hands pushed against his chest, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. "Excuse me?"

"Bossy. Annoying. Nagging." His nose scrunched up, his fingers pressing into your waist. "So fucking uptight. All you ever do is bark orders at me."

"Because you never listen!"

He frowned, beginning to unbutton your blouse. You couldn't find it in yourself to stop him. "Shut up." He muttered, his hands hooking around your body to take off your bra as well, letting your tits spill out. He sighed out loud and marveled at them, big hand grabbing onto the mounds and squeezing. he flicked your left nipple with the pad of his thumb.

"Mm!" You choke out, squirming against his wandering hand. "Su, l-listen," You mewled out his name desperately, writhing as his free hand palmed at your clothed pussy under your skirt.

“You can take it, princess,” he murmured. “Open your legs.”

You obliged, and his eyes lit up at the soft, damp patch forming on your panties. He groaned and tugged your panties down your legs, pressing open mouthed kisses to the column of your throat to distract you from him stuffing them into his pocket.

His mouth traveled lower, licking at your nipple sucking on the soft bud before transitioning to the other, his lips hot on the soft, plump flesh of your breast.

He's sure to kiss around the nipple and suck on your skin enough to leave marks, his teeth indenting your skin just hard enough for you to cry out.

"Ngh, s-stop m-messing around," you warned.

"Why should I? That's not how we work, princess. You're not in charge right now."

You frowned, squirming slightly. You're unable to keep your moans at bay, and you can't help but find the sounds he's making while sucking on your tits embarrassing. However, he didn't stop.

His hands kneaded your breasts, thumbs and fingers sinking into the pliant mounds as he lavished attention on each nipple in turn. He licked and sucked, his tongue tracing the curve of your areola, his teeth nipping at the tender skin. Your back arched, pressing your chest further into his eager mouth, craving more of his touch, his heat.

Moaning softly, he continued his assault on your breasts, the obscene sound of his suckling and slurping filling the room. His fingers tugged and rolled your nipples, the dual sensations of pain and pleasure blending into a heady mix that made your head spin.

As he finally released your spit-slick nipples, he kissed a trail down your stomach, his tongue dipping into your navel. He licked and tasted every inch of your exposed skin, his hands mapping the curves of your waist and hips, the flare of your thighs. Your skin burned under his touch, your body aching and eager for his caress.

He got on his knees, reaching the apex of your thighs. Thanos hesitated momentarily, his breath hot against your pussy. He inhaled deeply, the scent of your arousal filling his nostrils. "Fuck, you smell amazing," he kissed your inner thigh. "Been waiting to see her weeks now. You keep ignoring me and playing hard to get, princess. I'm tired of it."

He nipped at your thigh, and you squealed when he bit down on the pudgy flesh, smoothing his tongue over the blossoming red welt on your skin.

Not wasting any time, Thanos dove in, his mouth covering your pussy in a broad stroke. His tongue parted your folds, delving into your slick heat, tasting your essence. He groaned against your flesh, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine.

His hands gripped your thighs, spreading your legs wider, opening you further to his greedy mouth. He licked and sucked, his tongue circling your clit before flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked, seeking more of his touch, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close.

"S-slow down!" You cry out as his nose bumps against your clit, and he shoves his face fully into your cunt, lapping at your folds so eagerly that he started to drool. His cock strained against his pants with excitement, and he growled lowly into your pussy. "Hold still, stupid," He murmured, grabbing your thighs and spreading them as far as they could go.

You pant, your head lolling back. He slides one of his hands into yours to keep you upright, while his other moves between your legs as he sucks on the sopping folds of your pussy, shoving a finger deep inside.

With a scream, your legs begin to shake and you try to move back so you dont gush all over his face, but he drags you forward by your hip, his finger gliding easily through your slick arousal. "Stop running away from me. Stay put or ill get the ropes," He threatened, pushing his finger up against your sweet spot.

"N-no! Ngh... I'm cumming! Please, it's too much," Your begging comes with soft whines as your eyes fill with shiny tears, and he moans against your pussy, rutting his fat, drooling cock against the leg of one of the stools desperately.

Your walls clenched around his invading finger, gripping the thick digit tightly.

Pleasure coiled taut in your tummy, your body wound tight like a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. Drool dripped down his chin as he ate you out almost reverently, the obscene sound of his suckling and slurping filling the kitchen.

The counter beneath you grew slick with your juices, a testament to your overwhelming arousal. He could feel your thighs trembling around his head, your breath coming in sharp gasps and pants as he pushed you closer and closer to your peak.

You weakly cry out his name while leaning back and dropping your body onto the countertop, your orgasm coming crashing down hard as he continued to eat your pussy through it. That was all it took for him to finish in his pants, cumming in his boxers hard.

Your vision went white, stars exploding behind your eyelids as pure, unadulterated bliss consumed your every sense, until finally, with a shuddering sigh, your body went limp and pliant against the countertop.

He leaned back, his chin covered in your juices. He didn't bother to wipe his chin, standing up and pulling down the zipper of his soaked pants. "Look what you made me do, princess," he tutted.

You lifted your head just enough to see his cock slap against his chest as he tugs off his shirt, though your vision was hazy. He gently pushed you back, one hand going around your throat loosely as he positioned his flushed, swollen tip with your sopping pussy.

You're hypersensitive from your recent orgasm, and as the hot, hard flesh of his cock sears into your tender pussy, you try to sit up. He pushes you back down immediately, causing your lashes to flutter and your head to reel. "Su, ungh, please." He coos at your cries, his grip on your throat tightening to give you a minor distraction from the feeling of him beginning to stretch out your gummy walls.

You sob weakly, scratching at his wrist lightly with your nails. He hisses lightly, pushing into you some more. It felt like his length was never ending. It was just him pushing... pushing... pushing... he dragged you back to him by your neck so your ass was right against his pelvis, and he stared down at your fucked out expression as you squeezed his wrist.

"What, princess? Tapping out so soon? Thats not fair. I earned this." He thrusted forwards, and you moan out, your back arching off the counter.

You could feel his mushroom tip pressing flat against your soft cervix from how close you were and how far deep he was inside you.

You were gone, on the other hand. Eyes drenched with tears, drool running down your chin, and your face burning hotly. "You wanna know why, beautiful?"

He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, his cock kissing your cervix. "Y-you, anh... keep acting like you're too good for me. Like... fuck," he almost trailed off, getting caught up in how hot and tight and soaked you were inside, but he shook his head and tried to focus.

He wanted you to understand how he felt.

"Haah, y-you always... f-fuckin' ignore me and act like I don't mean anything to you." he rocks into you deeper, his hand tight around your throat, keeping you dizzy and dazed, but not enough for it to be uncomfortable.

He dragged his hips back slowly, leaving you momentarily empty, before he quickly thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you in one swift, hard stroke. A cry tore from your throat at the sudden, intense sensation of being so utterly filled, stretched wide around his girth.

"S-shit, mmh, y-you show up, you..." He swallows, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, "...you wreck me, and then you just leave. Like it’s nothing."

He began to move more consistently, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside you, before slamming forward again, burying himself balls-deep in your clutching heat.

Each thrust pushed you up the counter, your breasts bouncing obscenely. "Su, s-su!" You scream, your pussy tight around his cock. He grunted, setting a hard, driving rhythm, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the kitchen.

He kept going, moaning each time his cock impaled you, stretching you so full that you couldn't think. You were getting fucked so dumb, and his hand around your throat wasn't helping. He frowned, fucking you harder. You weren't listening to him, like usual.

He lets out a sharp, breathless laugh, shaking his head. “God, I like you.” The words come out in a rush, like they’ve been clawing at his throat, forcing their way free. "I like you so much. You l-let me f-fucking slut you out, but you won't see me."

He angled his hips to hit that special spot deep inside you with each thrust, sending bolts of electric pleasure shooting up your spine. Your pussy clenched and spasmed around his pistoning cock, dripping with your arousal. "I d-do see you, mmh, I l-like you too Su!" You wail, panting. "I d-do, I... ohmygod, ngh, Su, please, f-fuck me,"

He lets out a huff of air through his nose, slapping your cheek lightly to keep you present. He's over the moon with the knowledge that his feelings are reciprocated, and his stomach flutters with happiness. " 'S exactly what I'm doing, stupid." He murmurs, before yanking your hips up, plunging hard into your dripping, puffy cunt.

Gripping your cheeks hard enough to bruise, he shoved his cock back in, driving even deeper into your core than before. "Like you so fucking much, princess, God."

Your pussy gushed and squelched obscenely with each forceful pump of his hips, the wet sounds mixing with your escalating cries as you milk his cock dry. He shoved his lips onto yours, taking your hands into his. His cock jerked and throbbed inside you, coating your insides with ropes of his hot load, his thick cum feeling creamy and heavy as it filled your womb

He gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he ground against you, making sure every last drop of his cum was seated deep inside your fluttering hole.

A scream of pure ecstasy tore from your throat, your inner muscles spasming and gushing around him as you came hard. Your vision went white, stars exploding behind your eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure hit you.

He dropped himself on top of you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and murmuring how you wouldn't be leaving him in the morning when he was done with you.

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nerdygirlramblings · 4 months ago

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did someone say omega!soldier? here you go

The next two hours are a complete whirlwind. You find yourself back in front of Adam, who has the most shit-eating grin, being officially and properly introduced. He holds out his wrist for you to scent, and as you finally tell him your name, you hold out your hand to him. Price passes him your transfer papers and tells Adam to pull together everything he needs to make sure the transfer goes through smoothly. He makes you sign releases for your service records, so your skills can be paired with those of the other 141. His smile freezes momentarily when he apologetically says, "You're going to have to re-qualify on your weapons and do another PT check."

Price cuts in and says, "I'll make sure we get that squared away, Adam. Ye'll have 'er new quals within a fortnight."

Adam also makes you release your medical records. "Need to know anything that would be necessary if you're injured on an operation and can't get to base medical."

You're pulled into a virtual standing meeting with Laswell who was apparently anticipating this and promises to pass this news up the chain of command on her end as well. Price also has you record a quick introduction for him to send along to Farrah and Ale, names that mean nothing to you yet, whom he says are members of other military units who often work closely with the 141 in certain areas of the world.

You're given a tour of the task force's barracks by a grinning Soap who tells you, "Noo tha' you're part 'a the team, you're welcome here whenever ye want."

You end the day walking with the 141 into the mess for supper. The conversations quiet when you walk in after Ghost with Gaz at your back. Hushes comments spreading from the tables nearest the door to further back in the room. It's not like half the base didn't see you with them yesterday, but there's something different now. Yesterday they met you there; walking in together, everyone knows a dynamic has changed.

As you pass by the alpha whose nose you broke, there's the scent of burning ozone wafting from the table, and you hear someone mutter "fuckin' slag."

Before you even register what's happened, you're overwhelmed by the acidic scent of burning rubber. Ghost leans over, grabs the offending soldier by the scruff of his neck, and slams him into the table top. You're standing close enough to hear Ghost when he growls in the other man's ear, "I ever hear ya fuckin' disrespectin' a member 'a my team again, I'll kill ya." Ghost then shoves the man back into his seat and glares around the now silent mess. "Eat," he commands, and heads get quickly buried back into meals, conversation ticking up to cover the oppressive anger still radiating off Ghost.

He stalks silently to a table in the back of the mess, the rest of the pack and you following in his wake. None of the others seem surprised or fazed by Ghost's behavior. You're a little disturbed, in part because you've never been on the receiving end of such protective behavior. Your omega, however, is preening over the alpha's display.

You're sat between Soap and Gaz again, but this time it's Price and Ghost who collect food for the table. You watch them head for the line, their eyes constantly scanning the room, pointing at little pockets of soldiers. You turn to ask Gaz what it means only to find him glaring at other tables, seemingly at random.

When Price and Ghost get back, you're quiet throughout the meal, trying to follow the conversation that clearly picks up threads of things you know nothing about. You perk up when Ghost rumbles your name. "Yer wi' me on the range tomorrow mornin'," he says. "Hear Adam needs new weapons quals." He glances at Price, who nods. "Gunna see wha' ya can do."

You blink at him for a moment. "Er, yes, sir. Er, half five, sir? Or does earlier work better?"

The pack shifts a little. Soap tilts his head quizzically while Ghost asks, "Wot? Why on earth would we be on the range so bloody early?"

You feel a ripple of shame work its way down your back. "Er, I usually go early. Before it gets too crowded." Now Price is looking at you, too. You can see he's trying to guess what you're not saying.

Ghost huffs, grasping things quicker than Price. "Ya mean, ya go before ya piss off alphas simply by being an omega wi' a good eye." You shrug in response, eyes on the table. "Fuck 'em if they can't handle 'ow good ya are." He looks at you, and you can feel his stare burn your cheek. When you can't take it anymore, you glance at him. He catches your eye and says, "Oh eight hundred, sharp, yeah? Ya show me if yer as good as Garrick keeps sayin'."

You swallow quickly, throat bobbing, as you reply, "Yessir. I'll be there."

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v6quewrlds · 9 days ago

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&.⠀⠀NSFW A-Z⠀⋆⠀JOE BURROW.

pairing⠀⁎⠀joe burrow x reader. word count⠀⁎⠀11.5k.

summary⠀⁎⠀nsfw a to z with joe.

author's note⠀⁎⠀used a couple of drafts for some sections. not written as dr!reader but i guess it applies if you wanna read it like that? i've had requests for this since november lmao, hope y'all enjoy <3 warnings⠀⁎⠀18+ mdni, smut, third person [she/her], oral, sexting/sex tapes (kinda sorta), unprotected, semi-public, language.

read more⠀⁎⠀joe burrow masterlist.

A, AFTERCARE:

After sex, it's all slow speech, hooded eyes, and lazy smiles. Joe needs the warmth radiating from her to keep him from floating away. Aftercare is tender and thorough, usually filled with gentle touches, light kisses, and a few quiet moments of pure contentment. She often runs her fingers through his hair, while Joe's arms wrap around her in a loose embrace. They're both sticky and sweaty, but it's a mess they don't mind.

When he finally regains the strength to clean up, there's a box of baby wipes near the bed, ready to bring a soothing cool to flushed skin. He might toss the wipes with a flick of his wrist, the word, "Curry," falling from his lips as it just narrowly misses the bin.

Evenings usually brought a shower and a bath, his hands kneading her shoulders, her neck, her back. She would lean into Joe’s touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as his strong, calloused hands worked the tension from her body. They’d linger under the hot water until it turned tepid, their skin pruning. Slow kisses exchanged as they stood wrapped up in warm towels, losing track of time.

Coming back to bed, he'd indulge in the way she’d snort when something tickled her too much, the way she’d squint when she was thinking too hard with her brain still foggy, and the way her smile never failed to make him feel like the most important person in the room. She, on the other hand, loved how Joe's face would relax into something peaceful and serene after climax, all the sarcasm and sharp edges momentarily dulled by the recession of endorphins.

B, BODY PART:

Joe's an ass man. It's no secret. The way her hips swayed when she walked into a room was like poetry to his eyes. He could spend hours tracing the contours of her backside with his fingertips, feeling the smoothness of her skin and the firmness of her muscles. It was as if he gravitated towards her ass like a homing pigeon to its roost. He'd get laser-focused, intent on making her squirm and moan with every gentle squeeze or playful smack.

She was really no better when it came to his chest. The way Joe's pecs rippled and flexed was enough to make her lose her train of thought. Her favorite thing was the way his heart thumped against her palm when she laid her hand over it. It was a reassuring beat that she felt in her soul, a reminder that she was home. She'd trace the line of his pectorals with her nails, watching him shiver before planting a gentle kiss over his heart, her kissing trailing upwards until she was kissing the base of his throat, feeling the beat of his heart against her lips.

C, CUM:

"Fuck," he groaned, both hands covering his face as his voice broke around the edges of the word. The couch was plush beneath his thighs, his head falling back over the armrest as he felt heat spread through him, pumping his heart, and bringing a red tint to his neck and face.

Her right hand gripped his cock, her hold on him firm. She kissed along the vein on the underside of his shaft, his pulse fluttering against her lips, his taste salty. She took him in her mouth, her eyes flicking up to meet his through her lashes. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue swirling around the head in slow, deliberate motions that had Joe's body tightening.

She pulled off of him, her hand pumping, her wrist twisting slowly as she watched the pleasure play out across his features. The veins in his neck stood out, his eyes squeezed shut tightly, and his teeth dug into his lower lip. He was close.

"Hmmm," she hummed, stroking Joe's cock with a knowing smile. "Close?" she whispered teasingly, her hand gliding over him like warm honey.

Joe's forearms crossed over his face, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he released a strangled moan. "Yeah," he murmured, his hips jerking up to meet her touch. "So close, baby. Don't stop."

Her smile grew, her eyes gleaming as she took his words as a challenge. She increased her pace, her hand moving swiftly, her thumb brushing the sensitive spot just under the head of his cock. She watched as Joe's abdomen tensed, his thighs quivered, and his whole body began to shake with the effort of holding back. She knew his threshold, knew exactly how much more he could take. He just wasn't there yet.

She leaned in, her tongue swiping over the tip of his cock, collecting the precum that had gathered. His control continued to slip, his hips thrusting upward, seeking more of her warm, wet mouth. With a soft laugh, she took him in again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep. His groan sounded an inch further away than a moment before, no doubt having thrown his head back over the headrest again. Those golden brown strands of hair were messy, sticking to his forehead with sweat and tousled from his touch.

Her other hand roved over his thigh, tracing the muscles, her nails gently scraping over his skin. She felt him tense, his breath catching in his throat. The head of Joe's cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She breathed through her nose, her hand still stroking the parts of him her mouth couldn’t reach.

"God, baby," Joe hissed, his voice strained, his entire body coiled tight. "I'm gonna cum." She felt one of his hands reach down to tangle in her hair, gripping tightly as his hips jerked upwards, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth.

She swallowed around him, her throat muscles tightening around his length as he came. His cum spurted hot and thick, flooding her mouth. As Joe's orgasm subsided, his hips stilled and his grip on her hair loosened, his hand moving to cradle the back of her head instead.

"Swallow," he commanded gruffly. She obeyed, her eyes holding his gaze as she swallowed every drop. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of him, and sat back on her heels, watching him come down from his high.

Joe's chest was heaving, his face flushed. His hand remained on the back of her head, stroking her hair gently. "Fuck," he murmured, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. "Get up here."

She took her time, rising to her feet. Joe reached out, pulling her down to straddle him, his cock still semi-hard between her legs. He kissed her, his tongue tasting of himself, and she melted into it, her hands sliding into his hair.

D, DIRTY SECRET:

In all the years that his closest friends had known him, Joe had never been as protective over his phone as he was now. It was in the smallest actions that went unnoticed by most. The way he would whip it out of sight when it vibrated during dinner, or the way he angled the phone away when he was undoubtedly texting her. They all chalked it up to bashfulness. He was always selective about showing affection in public; he had never been one for PDA in any of his relationships.

The truth lay beneath the surface just for the two of them in the form of a hidden photo album. Within the depths of Joe's phone was a collection of images reserved for his eyes only. It was her body on display, her moans mixing with his, her skin glistening with sweat and his cum.

Some of the videos were lighthearted. The two of them laughing as she straddled him. Or her puffs of frustration met with his amused quips as she rode him reverse cowgirl, trying to hit just the right angle. But the most popular ones, the ones Joe watched most often, were the ones where she was on her back, legs spread wide, and he was pounding into her. Her eyes would roll back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

His favorite video was from a few months ago, right after they had moved in together. His phone was held in her hand, high enough above her head in selfie mode to capture what was going on. Her knees dug into the mattress on either side of his hips, her free hand buried in the hair at the nape of his neck. He mouthed at her neck and shoulder, nipping and sucking, his hands just as busy, cupping and squeezing handfuls of her ass.

"So perfect," he mumbled so low it was barely perceptible. She bit her bottom lip with a smug smile, watching Joe's expression as he dipped his head to kiss the top of her breasts. His right hand lifted from her flesh, pausing in the air before coming down in a satisfying smack to her ass. She yelped, her body jumping before she giggled.

"Joseph," she scolded playfully, slapping at his arm. He grinned up at her, his eyes sparkling as he swirled his tongue around her nipple, hands still kneading her ass. "You're gonna make me drop your phone."

Joe laughed softly before he smacked her ass again, this time harder. "You better not," he shot back, his tone light and teasing. She squirmed against him as she shifted the phone to her other hand, huffing under her breath about her arm getting tired. He didn't pay her complaints any mind, continuing on his mission to make her writhe for him.

"Open," he ordered faintly, dipping his middle and ring finger into her mouth, watching her eyes glaze over as she took them in, her tongue flicking around his digits before she obeyed. She sucked on them, a soft sound of pleasure escaping her as she felt Joe's eyes on her, his gaze intense and hungry. He withdrew his hand, bringing his fingers down to her opening, circling once, twice, three times before slowly pushing in.

She whimpered at the feeling of his fingers filling her, her eyes squeezing shut, her body tightening around the digits, the camera shaking in her grasp as she breathed out. He began to pump in and out of her with his hand, pressing a row of kisses from the center of her sternum out to the edge of her shoulder.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned, her voice cutting through the wet squelches of Joe's hand in her pussy. "So good, Joey," she moaned, her eyes fluttering open to look directly into the camera, a look of pure ecstasy painted across her features.

"Don't drop it," he warned again, pausing his movements to allow her a chance to steady the device. "Keep filming, baby."

"It's not as easy as it looks," she quipped, her voice breathy and ragged, as she attempted to keep the camera steady while Joe's ministrations grew more vigorous. Her walls clenched around his fingers, her thighs quivering, and she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

"I can see that," Joe murmured, "but you're doing a great job." His thumb circled her clit, pressing firmly, and she had to grip the phone tighter to avoid dropping it. Her breath caught as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm coil deep in her belly.

He allowed her a moment to catch her breath, accepted the deep press of her lips to his own before his hand slid away, leaving her wetness to cool in the open air. The camera remained steady in her hand, the recording still rolling. Just as she began to grind down on his bulge, his hand lifted again to come down hard on her ass once more.

"Ow! What the fuck, Joe?" She yelped, her eyes flying open. She glared down at him, the phone slipping precariously in her hand.

Joe's grin was unrepentant. "Don't act like you don't love it," he said, his voice a low rumble. He took the opportunity to soothe the sting, shifting her weight so she was no longer sitting back on her heels. With her lower half at his eye-level, he dipped his head to press a kiss to the side of her hip.

"Better?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement, as he watched her regain her composure.

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face was all the answer he needed. "Keep it up and I won't be responsible for what happens to this phone," she warned him, ending the recording as Joe laughed, full and bright in the background.

E, EXPERIENCE:

Joe has a good amount of experience but still likes to learn his partners. There's a few things he can always rely on like his steady hands and his impeccable ability to read body language. He likes the challenge of figuring out how to use his hands just right, where to kiss, where to bite, all to get the perfect reaction.

F, FAVORITE POSITION:

The roll of her hips above him was mesmerizing, the way her skin glistened with sweat and her breasts bounced with every thrust was a sight to behold. Joe's eyes remained glued to her face, watching her expressions shift from pleasure to concentration and back again. His hands held onto her thighs, his grip tight but not painful, guiding her movements to match his rhythm.

"That's it, baby," Joe encouraged, his voice deep and rough with desire as he watched her body move over him. "Take what you need."

Her eyes locked onto Joe's, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts as she picked up the pace, her inner walls tightening around his length. If he could burn this sight into his mind, he would. Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into his shoulders as she reached for her peak. Joe knew her body so well, the way she liked it, the way she needed it.

It was in the bounce of her breasts and the arch of her back that Joe found bliss. He loved seeing her use him for leverage, taking the proverbial reins to scratch an itch only he could reach. He fawned over the way she'd begin to whine, her thighs giving out before she'd sigh, clamoring for his help, pulling his hands to her hips to bring her down harder onto him, her sickly sweet essence coating his length with every drop of her arousal.

"Need my help, huh?" he would mock her, his voice dark, pupils blown wide as he watched her tremble above him; weakened by the effort of keeping herself steady. And she would bite out a 'please' through gritted teeth, head nodding violently, her eyes squeezed shut.

Joe didn't miss a beat, his hands moving from her thighs to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. He took over her pace, guiding her down onto him with more force than she had been using. She was tight around him, so fucking tight, walls fluttering as she approached her climax. It was always the sound of her voice that pushed him over the edge, the way she'd say his name that had him ready to sign his entire life away if it meant hearing that sweet sound every day for the rest of his life.

Her eyes snapped open, meeting Joe's as she leaned back slightly, her breasts swaying with the motion. Her hand found its way between her legs, her thumb circling her clit, pressing down in time with Joe's thrusts. She watched him, watched the way his eyes never left her, the way his jaw was clenched in determination, the way his neck strained.

"I'm close," she panted, breathless whispers passing through her swollen lips.

"Yeah?" Joe questioned, groaning as she pulsed around him. "Tell me how bad you need it, baby."

Her eyes searched his, the haze of pleasure sucking him in. "So…so bad," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Please, Joe, harder."

Obeying her desperate plea, Joe's grip tightened on her hips, his strokes becoming more forceful. Each time he drove into her, she'd let out a high-pitched sob that only made him want to go faster, deeper. The slap of their skin echoed through the room, a rhythmic beat that grew faster, more intense. The headboard smacked against the wall in a steady tempo.

Her walls tightened around him, her nails digging into his skin. The pressure was building, coiling in his balls, threatening to spill over at any second. He watched her face, the way her eyes had gone glassy with pleasure, the way her teeth had sunk into her bottom lip to hold back the scream that was threatening to escape.

"That's it," he grunted when she made that tell-tale face, the one where her eyes would roll back in her head and she'd bite her bottom lip until it was bruised. She was so beautiful like this. "There you go beautiful, just like that."

Her orgasm crashed over her, her body jolting and trembling as she came down around him. Her walls spasmed and contracted, a pulsing that had Joe groaning out her name. His hips jerked, spilling into her in thick, hot pulses as he followed her over the edge.

Their breaths mingled in the air above them, humid puffs leaving strained lungs. He pulled her to rest against his chest, hands running along her back, her legs still straddling his waist. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, the slope of her shoulder. She nuzzled into him, a small smile playing on her lips.

G, GOOFY:

Joe's not a giggler in the bedroom. Once he's turned on, it's like someone's flipped a switch and he's in it for the long haul. But every once in a while, something would happen that was so absurd, so utterly ridiculous, that they couldn't help but laugh together. Like the time Joe's foot slipped on the duvet and headbutted her nose, or when they had tried to switch positions in the wrong direction so quickly that they'd ended up in a tangled heap on the floor.

The post-coital giggles and roasts are much more common.

"We gotta work on your stamina, baby," Joe teased, his voice still gruff. His chest heaved under her head as she collapsed against him, her body boneless and satiated.

She rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Shut up," she murmured, her voice muffled by his shoulder. "I'm gonna be sore for the next week."

Joe chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "I think that's the longest you've lasted on top," he said, his voice filled with pride. He gently rolled her off him, then leaned over her, trailing his lips up her shoulder, over her breasts, the line of her neck, and finally capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

"I'll grab something to clean up," Joe offered, his voice a gentle rumble as he pulled away from her embrace. She groaned, the loss of his warmth already making her want to pull him back, but she knew better than to argue with his bull-headed, determined efficiency. Her eyes followed his naked form as he strode to the bathroom, the light playing over his muscular backside.

The sound of running water filled the quiet room as Joe returned with a wet washcloth. He gently cleaned her up, his touch tender despite the raw passion that had just taken over them. After placing the washcloth in the hamper of used rags, he returned to bed. She settled against his chest, slinging one leg over his waist and throwing an arm across his abdomen.

"Did you set your alarm?" she asked tiredly, her eyes already fluttering closed as she cuddled into him.

Joe took his time answering. The hand splayed on her hip, his thumb massaging tight circles, before moving to the waistband of her panties, peeling them away from her body, cocking his arm back, and sending the underwear flying into the darkness. The fabric hit the wall with a dull thump, and she couldn’t help but laugh at his playfulness, even though her body was begging for sleep.

"What is wrong with you?" she laughed sleepily, her voice muffled against his skin as she nuzzled into his neck.

"Just don't want anything in the way of our skin-to-skin time before I go," Joe murmured while pulling her closer, his voice a warm rumble.

She giggled and squirmed. "I think you were dropped on your head as a baby," she murmured, her eyes still closed.

Joe chuckled, his hand moving to caress her skin in a more gentle manner, his fingertips tracing the curve of her spine. He felt her body tense up for a moment before relaxing into his touch. "Nah, I'm just a product of my environment," he said, his voice low and smug.

"What environment would that be?" She questioned, her voice laced with sleepy amusement.

"The one where I was blessed with this life," Joe quipped, his fingers continuing their lazy exploration of her skin. "I'm so lucky to have you, I don't take that for granted." He buried his nose in her hair, breathing her in, as his hand trailed up to the small of her back, his fingers breathing warmth over the goosebumps emerging across her lower back.

She sighed, the warmth of his words seeping into her bones. "I love you, despite how much you perplex me," she whispered, her eyes still closed. She felt Joe's chest rumble with his own laughter, his arms tightening around her.

"So lucky," he reiterated, pressing a kiss to her temple. She hummed in return, her thumb tracing shapes on Joe's chest as she snuggled closer, their bodies sticking together. She could feel the steady thump of his heart beneath her palm, a comforting beat that calmed her own racing pulse. Despite the heat, she didn't want to let go, to break the warm cocoon of their embrace.

"I'll miss you," she whispered. The thought of two weeks without Joe's touch, his voice in her ear, his smell on her skin, was a heavy weight on her chest. But that was the downside of dating a pro athlete: the inevitable separations, the long hours, the rigid schedules.

Joe kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. "I'll miss you too, baby," he said, his voice gruff with affection. "I always do. I'll be thinkin' about you all day, every day. Just waiting until I can get back here and do this again."

She sighed contentedly, her eyes drifting closed. "I'll be here, counting down the days," she mumbled, her voice already drifting into sleep. "Just promise me you won't do anything stupid out there. Come back to me in one piece."

"Always," Joe promised, his voice soothing and earnest. He brought her hand up to his lips, kissing each of her knuckles, his other hand still caressing the smooth skin of her back. "I'll be smart, come back to you just as good as new."

She nodded against him. A soft, drifting "Good boy," slipped from her lips.

H, HAIR:

He prefers to keep things tidy. Due to his sensitive skin, he keeps a tight schedule with his grooming habits. He's not super hairy, and he's freaked out by the idea of being completely bald down there, so he keeps it neatly trimmed. The carpet does indeed match the drapes, a natural happy medium between blonde and brown that's easy on the eyes.

I, INTIMACY:

The world seemed to spin in slow motion as Joe felt the warmth of her thighs envelop his head. The gentle drag of her fingertips through his hair made him shiver. Her voice faltering, her back arching as she spoke molten pleas into the darkness of the bedroom. It was in moments like these that Joe felt truly connected to her, as if every fiber of his being was tuned into her every thought and feeling.

He could almost hear her thoughts before they left her mouth, curling off her tongue, and wrapping him in a haze of comfort and love. He couldn't tell up from down, left from right. All he knew was her. The way she looked at him, the way she touched him. Every inch of him burned for her.

"J…" she moaned, her head rolling to the side, hand buried in his golden locks as she watched him worship her body. Joe didn't need to look up to know the effect he had on her. The way her body quivered, her thighs tightening around his neck, her breaths becoming more erratic—those were his cues. He knew her better than he knew himself, and he used that knowledge to his full advantage.

He was locked in, fully focused on her pleasure, his tongue swirling around her clit, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her in place. The lower half of his face was coated in her, his eyes closed in concentration as his mouth worked her into a frenzy. It was all heaven; her taste, her smell, her sounds. The tip of his nose nudged against her clit as he slid his tongue into her, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked.

"God, baby, please don't stop," she begged, her voice strained with pleasure. Her fingers tangled in Joe's hair, holding him in place as if he had any intention of moving.

Joe's response was a low groan, his tongue moving faster, pressing harder against her swollen bud. He felt her thighs shift, the pleasure building in her muscles, ready to clench around him in sweet release. He opened his eyes for a moment to watch her closely, the way her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, the way her eyes rolled back in her head. His own body was already responding, his cock hard and insistent, his hips grinding against the bed.

Her hand tightened in his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp, a silent demand for more. He didn't hesitate, his mouth moving faster, his tongue working in time with her hips as they rocked against him. She was close, so close. He could feel it in the way her muscles clenched, in the way her breath hitched.

He pulled away for a brief second, kissing her clit before bringing him thumb down to press against it. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, watching her expression as she processed the new sensation. Her eyes snapped open, meeting his.

"Oh," she breathed out, her eyes widening in surprise at the sudden change of pace. Joe's thumb circled her clit in a firm but gentle motion, setting her nerves alight. Her breath caught in her throat, the anticipation building in her chest. She watched him, his eyes dark with desire and his mouth curving into a knowing smile.

He leaned back in, his tongue swiping over her clit in a firm, slow motion, savoring her taste. The intimate moment was charged with an electric tension that made every touch feel amplified. She arched back into the sheets, her body begging for more. "Joe," she whimpered, her voice thick with need.

"Fuck," she whispered, her eyes drifting shut again as Joe's mouth returned to her. He kissed and licked, his tongue licking a full stripe along her folds, teasing her clit before swirling around her entrance. Her thighs trembled and her hips bucked, seeking more pressure. He was in no rush, though, enjoying the way she squirmed under him.

With a smirk, Joe pulled back again, his thumb still working its magic. "Look at me, wanna see your eyes," he ordered, his voice firm but gentle. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze, filled with passion and a hint of frustration. He leaned back in, his eyes focused on hers, hands parting her folds to give himself better access.

"Fuck me," she panted, her voice shaking with desire. "Now, Joe. I need you now."

"Patience, baby," Joe murmured against her slick flesh. "Good things come to those who wait."

He continued to tease her with his mouth, alternating between gentle kisses and firm sucks that had her writhing with need. Each time she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Joe would ease up, only to bring her back to the edge with renewed fervor. Her pleas grew more desperate, her voice rising in pitch until it was a thin wail.

His whispers were met with her ragged breaths, her incoherent pleas as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. She could feel her orgasm building, a storm in the pit of her stomach that was threatening to break free. Her nails dug into the sheets, her body straining against the mattress.

He pushed a finger inside her, curling it in a come-hither motion that made her eyes roll back in her head. "Joe, please," she begged, her voice cracking with need. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for his thick cock. She was wet, so wet for him, and Joe took a moment to revel in her arousal, to breathe in the sweet scent of her desire.

"Baby, please, Joe," her voice was a desperate whine as Joe's thumb and fingers worked in tandem, bringing her closer and closer to the brink. She was a picture of beauty, lost in the throes of pleasure, and Joe felt his heart swell with love and desire. He could feel the warmth of her arousal against his face, the sweet scent of her filling the room.

His mouth devoured her whole, her slickness coating his face as he ate her like it was the sweetest fruit he'd ever tasted. The sounds she made were his favorite sound, a mix of whimpers and moans that grew louder with every stroke of his tongue. His fingers worked their magic inside her, stretching and curling, hitting that spot that made her breath hitch before she was tumbling.

That final thread snapped inside of her, pulling a sob from her chest as she shattered around his fingers. Her thighs clenched around his head, her body convulsing with the power of her climax. Joe kept licking, keeping her on edge, drawing out every drop of pleasure he could coax from her. He parted her thighs, allowing him better access to her pussy, and took her clit between his lips, giving it a gentle suck before swiping his tongue over it again.

She threw her head back, her chest heaving as she fought to regain her breath. "Joe," she panted, her voice hoarse. "Shit, oh my god, oh my god."

When he finally came up for air, his face was covered, damn near glittering in the dim light from the lamp beside the bed. He kissed his way back up her body, leaving a trail of their combined love. Her skin was hot to the touch, sticky with their combined sweat. She could feel the wetness of his mouth on her thighs, her stomach, her tits. She shivered under him, the sensation sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her.

"You taste so good, honey," Joe murmured, his voice thick with his own lust. He kissed her collarbone, her neck, the corner of her mouth. "Always so sweet."

Her eyes fluttered open, the intensity of her orgasm slowly fading into a warm glow. He loved the way she looked at him after, like he had just handed her the stars. She reached up, her hand finding his cheek, and pulled him down into a deep kiss, their tongues tangling in a dance of love and desire. She could taste herself on his lips, the faint saltiness of her release mixing with the mint of his breath.

Her hand slid down his body, her palm flattening over his chest. She felt his heart beating wildly beneath her touch, a testament to his own arousal. Joe groaned into her mouth, his own need palpable. His hand found her throat, squeezing the sides gently in a silent question. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his, and she nodded. He kissed her again, harder this time, his teeth catching her bottom lip.

Joe slid into her, filling her slowly, his nose nudging against hers, their breaths mingling. She trembled, her eyebrows furrowing as she adjusted to his thickness, her body still sensitive from her climax. He didn't rush, didn't push until she was ready. He waited, kissing her softly, sweetly, one hand bracing himself above her while the other gripped her hip. She moaned softly, biting her bottom lip before giving him the green light to move.

J, JACK OFF:

The videos stored deep in his phone came in handy on extended periods apart, especially during the lonely hotel nights. It wasn’t the same as feeling her, tasting her, but Joe wasn't above taking what he could get. His hand palmed over the tent in his underwear, his thumb scrolling through the password protected photo album.

He clicked on the most recent, a photo of her on their bed, her skin glowing in the soft light. It wasn't particularly explicit, just her lying there, looking up at him with a bright smile, her hand playing with the hem of her shirt. But Joe knew what was hidden beneath that fabric, knew her body like the back of his hand. That was enough to get him going.

K, KINK:

Joe isn't subtle about his praise kink. He really can't help the way his Adam's apple bobs when she tells him how good he is. The way his eyes light up like a kid in a candy store when she praises him. And she's more than happy to oblige.

"Mm, you’re so good at that," she whispered, her nails dragging down his back. Her body tightening around him, her muscles spasming.

Joe groaned, his hips jerking as he watched her face contort with pleasure. He loved this, the way she looks at him like he's the only man in the world capable of making her feel this way. Her eyes fluttering closed as she throws her head back, her hand coming up to cover her mouth to stifle her moans.

L, LOCATION:

Everything felt slippery. Their bodies gliding against each other, the water pelting their skin like warm kisses. Joe's hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of her body with a hunger that never ceased to amaze her. She was pressed up against the shower wall, the tiles cool against her front, Joe hot against her back.

They had stumbled into the bathroom after Joe returned home from his game, the need for each other too strong to ignore. The water beat down on them, steaming up the room, as Joe steadied her hips, entering her from behind, his arms caging her in, palms flat against the wall. Her moans echoed off the tiles, blending with the rhythmic slap of skin on skin and the steady beat of the shower.

The water streamed down her back, over her ass and onto Joe's cock, making it slick as he slid in and out of her. She gripped his forearms, her knuckles straining with the effort of staying upright, her legs quivering with each of his deep, powerful thrusts. Joe leaned in, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So, so wet for me."

Her breath hitched, clenching around him at his words. "Joe," she moaned, her voice echoing off the walls. She pushed back into him, her hips meeting his thrusts with a passion that was almost desperate. "More," she begged. "Harder."

Joe didn't need to be told twice. He tightened his grip on her hips, his thumbs digging in just enough to leave marks, and picked up the pace. The water ricocheted off their bodies, painting them in a misty haze that made everything feel surreal. His cock slammed into her, his balls slapping against her clit, and she could feel herself building towards another orgasm.

Her eyes squeezed shut, she threw her head back, exposing her neck to him. Joe took the opportunity to kiss along her throat, sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving bites in his wake. She moaned his name, the sound reverberating through the space. His hand slipped down to her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles that had her gasping.

He knew her body best, every peak and valley, every spot that made her shiver. And as he felt her start to tighten around him, her breaths coming in quick pants, he knew she was close. "Fuckin' squeezing me so good, baby," he growled into her ear.

Her nails dug into his arms, her body trembling as she felt the beginnings of her climax. "Joe," she panted, "I'm gonna—"

He bit down on her neck, cutting her off. "I know," he said, his voice strained with his own desire. "Cum for me, baby. I'm right there with you."

Her body responded to his command, her inner muscles contracting around his cock, her orgasm ripping through. Her knees gave out, but Joe held her up, his thrusts unrelenting as he chased his own release.

M, MOTIVATION:

It really doesn't take much to get Joe going, but when she whispers sweetly into his ear, his blood rushes. Her voice is like honey, dripping slow and sweet, making his dick twitch with every word. The way she looks at him, her eyes dark and hungry, that's what does it for him. That's what sends him over the edge.

Her praise is his kryptonite. When she tells him how good he makes her feel, it's like a punch to the gut in the best way possible. It makes him want to show her just how much he loves her, over and over again. It's a never-ending cycle of passion and adoration that keeps her coming back for more.

N, NO:

There's the basic ones: inflicting unnecessary pain on each other, sharing their intimate moments with anyone else, breaking the trust that was so carefully built. But there's also the smaller, less obvious things. Like Joe's dislike for being talked down to during sex, his need for eye contact, and his absolute no-go zone for any kind of humiliation.

He loathes being rushed, hates the feeling of being used. So quickies are rare, and when they happen, it's usually a spur-of-the-moment thing fueled by pure desire that neither of them can ignore. It's always the first of many later rounds where he can take his time and be more deliberate.

His distaste for toys in the bedroom are a pettier turn off. He's fine with the idea of her using them in his absence but the moment they're together, Joe wants to be the sole source of her pleasure. It's a point of pride for him, a silent challenge to be everything she needs, every time.

O, ORAL:

Joe's a proud munch. Although he would never turn down receiving head, giving is his bread and butter. He's a generous lover, always eager to leave her shaking and breathless. The way she squirms and gasps under his mouth turns him on so much that he often has to stop himself from getting carried away.

Eating her out was his love language, his way of worshipping her. He took his time, savoring every moment, every twitch of her body as she grew closer to the edge. Her head lolled back, her eyes screwed shut, as Joe's tongue danced over her clit, teasing it with the perfect amount of pressure. He always put his all into it, as if every taste of her was his last.

He often used it as a form of stress relief, taking her in his mouth after she'd had a particularly grueling day at work, or before a game he was worried about. He knew it calmed her, helped her unwind. And watching her come apart was his favorite way to ease his own tension. Part of that ease came from the knowledge that he was doing something he enjoyed, and was good at. Reassurances of his abilities, his goodness, his precision would fall from her lips, tug at his hair, and squeeze around his head as she came.

Her taste was addictive, the way she quivered beneath him, her thighs tightening around his head, the way she whispered his name in that breathy voice of hers, it was all his. And when she was done, when she was limp and sated, he would crawl up her body, kissing away the tension in her body, bringing her back to him, grounding her.

He enjoyed receiving as well, typically after some achievement as a selfish search for a reward. It was in the way her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, her teeth grazing just slightly along his shaft. It was a gentle warmth, a sweet tease that had him groaning and his fingers itching to touch her, to urge her to take him deeper.

P, PACE:

"Pretty girl, all for me," Joe murmured, his voice thick with desire. She spread her legs wider, inviting him in, her slick glistening in the soft light of their bedroom.

He pushed into her, slow and deliberate, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her eyes squeezed shut as she bit down on her lower lip, trying to hold back the moan that wanted to escape. The sensation was exquisite, his cock sliding into her, filling her completely.

"Fuck, baby," Joe breathed, his forehead falling against hers. He began to move, his strokes long and deep, setting a rhythm that made her toes curl. She could feel the tension in his body, the restraint he was using to keep from pounding into her like a madman. But she knew he would soon lose that control. She could feel it in the way his grip tightened on her thighs, the way his breathing grew more ragged with every thrust.

Her hips met Joe's, urging him on. Her eyes never left his, the heat between them a palpable force. Her nails dug into his back, leaving little half-moons on his flesh as she arched up to meet him. "Harder," she whispered, her voice breathy. "I can take it."

Joe's eyes flashed with something feral, something that made her pulse race even faster. He obeyed, his strokes becoming more forceful, his hips pushing him harder into her with a wet sound that filled the room. She threw her head back, her hair fanning out on the pillow as she took him all in, her walls tightening around him, urging him deeper. The friction was electric, the sensation of his skin against hers setting her ablaze.

He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep, mimicking the motion of his hips. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. She could feel the pressure building, her body coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke. He could feel a sweet heat rise up from his core, signaling his impending release.

"I'm not gonna last, baby," he murmured against her lips, their breaths mingling between soft gasps and heated moans. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, content with the recognition that she had pushed him to the brink. She reached down and began to rub her clit in time with Joe's thrusts, her hips rolling to meet him. The pressure grew, a delicious ache that begged to be released.

Joe's hand pushed against the headboard, the bed slamming into the wall with the force of his movements. He could feel her tightening around him, her walls drawing him in. With a final groan, he gave in to his release, moaning out as he filled her with his warmth. She coaxed him through it, her hands full of him, running over his warm skin, gently whispering words of praise, pulsing around him so steadily he couldn't stop the burst of sensation in the pit of his stomach.

His hips stilled, eyes squeezed shut, as he reveled in the feeling of her milking him for every drop. Her hand stilled on her clit, her breath coming in short gasps. She felt him twitch inside her, his body slowly coming down from the high. Finally, he breathed in, his chest pulling in air, slow and strained, before deflating with a soft grunt.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to cum so quick," Joe muttered half-heartedly, his breath still hot against her skin. She shook her head, pulling him down against her chest, her fingertips embedding into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. "No, don't apologize," she assured him, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "We've got all night."

Joe pulled out and rolled over, his body slick with sweat. He leaned over to kiss her shoulder, his hair falling flat in soft curls against her skin. "Couldn't keep it together. You're a fucking tease," he said, his voice filled with both affection and exasperation.

She giggled, her chest heaving with exertion. "Keeps things interesting," she replied, rolling onto her side to face him. Her fingers traced the taut lines of his abdomen, feeling the dampness of his skin.

Joe's eyes followed her hand, a smirk playing on his lips. He reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. "Interesting," he echoed, his voice a low rumble. His hand trailed down her side, over her sweat-slick skin to pull her closer into his. Determined fingers slipped between her thighs, pink lips parting to press his tongue against hers.

The pads of his fingertips circled her clit, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She moaned into the kiss, her hips moving in a silent plea for more. Joe hummed against her mouth, the sound vibrating through her chest. "Want my fingers? Or my mouth?"

"Fingers. Need to kiss you," she managed to say between breathless gasps. Joe's smirk grew wider, and he complied, his mouth descending to hers in a deep, drugging kiss. His fingers remained between her thighs, working in tight circles that had her quivering around them, sighing into his parted lips.

Their kiss grew more frantic as Joe picked up speed, her body arching towards his touch. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of pleasure. He slid two fingers inside her, the slickness of his release making it easy for him to move. Her walls clamped down, eager to keep him there.

"Yes," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Right there." Joe's eyes never left hers, the intensity in them making her stomach flip. His thumb continued to tease her clit, his fingers curling inside her, finding that perfect spot that had her toes curling.

"Yeah? Close, baby?" Joe questioned.

She could only nod, her eyes fluttering shut as Joe's fingers worked their magic. Her breaths grew shorter, her moans more desperate. His thumb flicked faster, pressing harder against her clit, feeling the tension in her body build.

"Cum for me, baby," Joe encouraged, his voice a soft rumble in her ear. "So fucking sexy." His words were like gasoline on the fire of her desire, and she couldn't hold back anymore. Her orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pleasure so intense it stole her breath. She tightened around his fingers, her body shaking with the force of it.

Her eyes squeezed shut, and she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming his name. Her nails dug into Joe's skin. He watched her face, the way her eyes rolled back and her hands clamored to hold on to something, anything; the way she threw her head back in ecstasy. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

When she finally came down from her climax, Joe leaned back, his chest heaving with exertion. Her hand slipped away from his bicep, her body going limp. She let out a contented sigh, her eyes fluttering open to meet his.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Joe leaned over her, kissing her gently, once, then twice. "Always," he assured her.

Q, QUICKIE:

The two of them made their way back to Joe's room, hand in hand, the floorboards creaking gently under their feet. Once the door was shut, Joe's hands were on her, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Why do you get so horny when we get high?" he murmured, kissing her neck as he lifted the shirt from her torso.

She giggled, playfully pushing him back onto the bed. "I don't know," she hummed, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor as she straddled him.

Joe's hands pulled her black nylon mini-skirt up over her hips, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of her. She felt the heat in Joe's gaze as his thumbs hooked into her lace panties, sliding them down her parted thighs. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the windows, casting their entwined forms in a silvery light.

"I fuckin' love you," Joe whispered against her ear, his breath hot and ragged. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves that were just hidden beneath her clothes. She leaned into his touch, her body responding to his in a way that only his touch could cultivate. She kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing with his, hands tugging at his messy hair.

They kissed for what felt like an eternity, their hands exploring each other's bodies with the urgency of teenagers who had just discovered the art of love. Joe's hands filled with the plushness of her hips, rocking her against him, pulling her down with no chance of running away. She moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by their kiss. She reached for the hem of Joe's shirt, her fingers trembling with anticipation. She needed to feel his skin against hers, to trace the muscles she had watched ripple under the stadium lights so many times before.

"Oh," she whispered as she took in the sight of his bare chest. He sat up and helped her remove his shorts, tossing them aside before pulling her back down to kiss him. She felt his arousal growing against her, and she couldn't help but grind down onto him on her own.

Joe's hand moved from her ass to the back of her neck, guiding her movements as they found a rhythm that had them both panting. He kissed down her neck, nipping at her collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before moving to her breasts. She arched her back, her breath hitching as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before moving to the next.

"Let's not get too crazy," she laughed against his lips, a hint of tease in her voice. "We don't want to wake up the whole house."

"Uh-huh," Joe murmured, his voice filled with a low undercurrent of desire. He captured her mouth again, his tongue delving deep as he pushed her thighs apart. The head of his cock nudged against her, and she felt her body respond, growing wetter, more eager for him. They moved together, trying their best to keep quiet, save for the rustle of the bedsheets beneath their bodies and the passing of whispers brushing over flushed cheeks.

Joe slid into her, filling her completely, and she arched her back with a soft moan. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he began to move, his hips a steady, rhythmic force. Her sighs spilled into the quiet night, mixing with the faint sound of their breaths and the occasional giggle when one of them accidentally smacked a hand against the headboard.

Joe's pace grew faster, his strokes deep and sure, hitting all the right spots that made her body tighten around him. She could feel her orgasm building, a delicious pressure at the bottom of her spine that grew with every thrust. Her hips rose to meet him, her legs tightening around his waist as she whispered his name over and over again. The bed creaked softly under their weight, and the only other sound in the room was their ragged breaths and the accidental smack of skin on skin.

Joe kissed his way down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone. She moaned quietly, her back arching off the bed as he sucked light bruises into her brown skin, the sensation sending electric jolts straight to her core. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails on his tanned skin. He groaned in pleasure, the sound vibrating against her neck.

She bit down on her lower lip, trying to muffle the sounds that wanted to escape. The anticipation was killing her, the slow build-up to the crescendo that she knew was coming.

"Focus, baby, gotta be more quiet than that," Joe murmured, his teeth grazing her ear as he picked up his rhythm, driving into her with purpose. She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought to keep her voice down. Her fingernails dug into Joe's back, concentrating her energy into holding back the sounds that fought to tumble from her lips. She could feel the tension building in her core, her innermost muscles tightening around him as the pleasure grew more intense.

Her legs trembled, her body on the brink. Then, with one final, deep thrust, they both broke, desperate orgasms ripping through them with the force of a hurricane. She bit down hard on Joe's shoulder to keep from screaming, her nails digging in deeper as her body convulsed around him. He groaned, the burn mixing with his own pleasure, and she felt his cock pulse inside her as he spilled into his condom, hoping to keep the mess to a minimum.

Joe collapsed onto her, their hearts hammering in unison as they both tried to catch their breaths. She found his weight comforting, pressing her into the mattress and grounding her as her head ceased its spinning.

"We really have to be quieter," she murmured, her voice filled with quiet laughter. Joe chuckled, his chest rising and falling against hers. They kissed once more, a gentle brush of their lips against each other.

They pulled back, panting softly, their eyes meeting in the dim light. She reached up to smooth back Joe's damp hair, her hand lingering on his cheek. "You're so pretty," she murmured, indulging in the way his cheeks flushed at the compliment.

Joe huffed, kissing her again. "You think I'm pretty?" he teased, his voice filled with amusement.

She rolled her eyes. "You know you are," she said, glancing at the clock just beyond his head.

R, RISK:

Before they could settle at the kitchen island, steaming plates of pasta and chicken in hand, Joe's voice boomed from his office, "Babe, can you come here for a second?" The tone was light, but there was an underlying urgency that made her eyebrows furrow. She set her plate down and sailed into the hallway, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "What's up?" she called out, peeking her head into his office.

Joe sat in his chair, his expression unreadable as he gestured for her to come in. "Close the door," he added, his voice dropping to a whisper. She complied, a hint of uneasiness clouding over her features as she shut the heavy mahogany door with a soft click. When she turned to face him, she found Joe's gaze locked on her, watercolor blue eyes growing dark.

"Is everything alright? Did something happen?" She questioned, her voice tinged with concern as she stepped into the office.

Joe's smug smile grew wider. "No, everything's perfect," he said, his eyes roving over her body. "Just couldn't wait to get you alone." He stood up from his chair, shoulders rolling back as he approached her, his steps measured and slow. She felt a rush of heat and a flutter in her stomach as his arms encircled her waist. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, dipping his head to plant a gentle kiss to her cheek.

A small huff escaped her and she rolled her eyes, though her smile was unmistakable. "Joe, our friends—"

"They'll be fine," he interrupted, his hand slipping down over her dress and cupping her ass. "We won't be long."

She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from her chest. "You can't be serious," she whispered, trying to push him away. But Joe's grip was firm, his touch insistent as he drew desire up to the surface. She knew that look in his eyes—it was the one that always got her into trouble.

"Come on, baby," he coaxed, matching her whisper. "You know you want to."

Her resolve crumbled under Joe's intense gaze. She allowed him to back her up against his desk, the cool wood pressing against the back of her thighs. "Okay, but make it quick," she warned, laughing at the sudden change in elevation, his hands lifting her to sit on the edge of the desk.

S, STAMINA:

Joe usually taps out after two rounds. On nights when he has an extra ounce of energy, he might push for three, but he's a man who knows his limits. He is communicative about needing breaks, his voice gruff and thick with need when he offers his hands or his mouth if he can't go on anymore.

T, TOYS:

He's much too petty to bring toys into the bedroom. The selfish, stubborn part of him enjoys being the center of her pleasure. He thrives on the idea of being the only one capable of bringing her to those heights, the only one who knows her body this intimately.

He doesn't care about any toys she may have stored somewhere in the house to use when he's away. But when they're together, it's all about skin on skin, flesh on flesh.

U, UNFAIR:

He just couldn't help himself. Not when she was wearing those tiny shorts that barely contained her curves and that tank top that had him fantasizing about peeling it off her all day. She'd told him dinner would be ready in an hour, but that was an eternity when all he could think about was tasting her, feeling her warmth against him.

His hands traveled across her skin, tracing the contours of her body with an urgency that seemed to match the sizzling sounds from the stove. She tried to focus on the recipe, but Joe's touch was more alluring than the aroma of the garlic and herbs wafting through the kitchen. She felt the heat from his breath as he nibbled at her neck, his hair tickling her as he moved closer. "You're gonna make me burn our dinner," she teased, her voice breathy with desire.

Joe pulled away, his eyes dark with passion. "Would you be mad?" His smirk was playful, but the tension in his body was anything but.

"Very," she laughed, but the fire in her eyes said otherwise. She shut the top left burner off, gently directing Joe to hand her the wooden spatula she'd set aside. "Maybe not at first, but once the post-nut clarity kicks in, you'd be doing dishes for a week." She spilled the vegetables into the pan with a dramatic flair, their sizzle punctuating her words.

Joe leaned against the counter opposite her, his arms folded over his broad chest as he watched her cook. His gaze was hungry, but not for the food. "Is that a promise?"

She tossed him a playful glare. "It's a warning, Joe." She turned back to the oven, pushing the veggies inside. The air grew thick with a mix of arousal and the tantalizing scents of their dinner. Joe stepped closer, his hands finding her hips again. "If you don't behave, I'll make you eat salad," she threatened without much conviction.

He kissed her neck, his stubble grazing her skin. "Mm, salad," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Sounds delicious."

She rolled her eyes playfully, but her heart was racing. She could feel the heat of his body through her thin shirt. "Joe," she warned, trying to keep her voice steady. But the way his hands were moving over her, the way he was pressing into her, made it impossible to focus on anything else.

Joe's grip tightened. "What?" he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

She whimpered, her voice faltering as she felt his dick through his sweatpants, slotting in the perfect place against her ass. The kitchen was a dance of heat and temptation, with every inch of her body craving his touch. She knew she needed to resist, but his persistent teasing was making it difficult. She slapped his hands away, turning to face him. "Would it kill you to be patient?" she asked, though her tone was more flirtatious than irritated.

Joe's smirk grew wider. "It just might." He stepped closer, his hands landing on her waist as he pinned her against the counter. "What else do you need to do?"

"Steaks are resting, vegetables are crisping in the oven, and the potatoes are just about done." She rattled off her dinner checklist, trying to maintain a semblance of composure as Joe's hands slid under her shirt. "I think that's all."

"Finally," Joe murmured. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers. Her body responded instinctively, arching into him, her hands tangling in his hair as she began to forget about finishing off dinner. He lifted her onto the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist, the warmth of his body seeping into her core.

Their kisses were sloppy, filled with an urgent need that had been building all day. She could feel Joe's hands exploring her body, his fingertips dancing over her skin, sending waves of pleasure through her. She gasped as his thumb grazed her nipple, already hard and sensitive beneath her bra. He groaned into her mouth, his tongue delving deeper, claiming her so completely. Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, tracing the lines of his pecs she knew so well.

The kitchen timer beeped, jolting them out of their passionate haze. She pulled away, panting. "Shit," she muttered, glancing at the oven.

Joe chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'll get it," he offered, setting her down. He opened the oven door, the heat billowing out, and pulled out the tray of crisping vegetables.

She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. She hopped off the counter, smoothing her shorts and adjusting her shirt. "Thank you," she said, biting her lip at the sight of the bulge in his pants. "Just put it on the stove and turn the light on, it'll keep the food warm."

Joe did as told, smugness pulling at the corners of his mouth and radiating from his skin. "I thought we were gonna eat now?" He teased, watching her flustered state with amusement.

"Don't start with me," She replied with a roll of her eyes. "We're fixing this problem before we eat." She gestured to his pants, her voice breaking off into a laugh.

Joe's grin grew as he set the oven mitts aside. "Alright," he said, taking a step toward her. "I can't argue with that."

V, VOLUME:

Joe isn't as loud as he is deep. It's a sound that originates from the very pit of his soul, a low, full sound that floats through the air as he fucks her with everything he's got. He never stops talking, vocal cords vibrating with the effort of his words. He whispers sweet nothings, tells her how good she feels, how much he loves her, how much he needs her, the way he needs her more than he needs air to breathe.

As he draws closer, his words begin to chop off. They pitch higher, his breaths growing shallower as his tip burrows deeper. The curses spill from his tongue, unbidden and so harsh. The consonants jab at the air, sharp edges to the smooth curves of every vowel.

"Fuck, baby," he gasps as he climbs closer to the mountaintop. It's followed by a sharp inhale through his nose, a broken sound that dissolves into a shaky exhale. His peak is silence, a sudden cessation of all things verbal. Her eyes flutter open to find Joe's face contorted in ecstasy, his teeth bared as he spills into her. Warmth melts through him, blistering heat up the column of his spine before finally drawing a soft, gentle moan from his chest.

W, WILDCARD:

Nothing gets Joe more riled up than witnessing her in her element. In the very apt words of Drake, "Sweatpants, hair tied, chillin' with no makeup on." When she's relaxed and natural, something about her beauty hits him straight on. It's in the way she laughs, her head thrown back, mouth open wide, and her eyes scrunched shut. Or the way she zeroes in on a task when she's lost in thought.

It's in those moments that Joe feels his heart race, his palms sweat, and his mind unable to focus on anything but her.

He'd caught her like that once, her hair in its most natural state, a hot glue gun poised in her hands. Her concentration was so intense, her bottom lip between her teeth, that she didn't even notice him entering the room. He'd just watched her, his eyes traveling over the way she took in each of her slow, shallow breaths.

The pride that crossed her face as she held up the completed repair was unlike anything Joe had ever seen. "I think that's pretty solid," she announced, holding up the picture frame she'd just fixed. The wide collar of her shirt slipped off one shoulder, exposing soft, brown skin, and Joe had to fight the urge to groan out loud.

X, X-RAY:

He's working with something and he uses it well. Remember that purple hat? He wore it for a reason.

Y, YEARNING:

His sex drive is pretty high. During the offseason, he's not opposed to going multiple times a day, especially if she's up for it. It's like he's making up for lost time, craving the touch of her body, the sound of her moans, the taste of her skin. But Joe also knows that she has her limits. Her job can be demanding, leaving her tired by the end of the day. So he respects her boundaries, even when he's hard as a rock and his own need is screaming at him to take her again.

During the season, his sex life tends to take a bit of a backseat. He attempts to remain disciplined with a short list of conditions to ensure his peak performance. He's had moments where his thoughts wandered during a game, and that's a distraction he can't afford. The day before a game is completely off-limits, and even the days leading up to it are rationed. Post-game, win or loss, he needs to get the pent-up energy out of his system.

Z, ZZZ:

Once it's past his bedtime, he might need some distractions to keep him awake. Pillow talk is a must, their voices low and intimate in the quiet of their bedroom. Joe loves hearing about her day, especially the juicy bits of gossip from work that she's so good at sharing. He needs that bit of connection before he can drift off to sleep. But as soon as he's out, he's out cold. Like a light switch flipped off, Joe's eyes drift closed, his muscles slacken, and his breathing evens out.

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moonlight1110 · 9 months ago

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moody bf!Simon :(

Bf!Simon x reader, make-up sex after an argument

Tags: afab!reader, p in v, smut, NSFW, desperate sex, far from canon simon, I write with badjhur's voice in my ear, not proofread, quick read

Notes: this is your friendly reminder not to write your fics directly on tumblr because it will lag and will not post your work and you have to write it again </3

Bf!Simon hates arguments, hates confrontation, and hates the silence that comes with it after you two have a heated exchange. Usually, when you argued at home, you would have time to cool off before talking, making up and forgetting how the argument happened in the first place.

This was different. You were invited to a small get-together with friends, and immediately, Simon wasn't a big fan of the idea. With the stress from work and his general disinterest in those kinds of social events, he was less than excited to attend.

However, you wanted to go, saying that it would be good to go out more, and plus, you didn't want to reject the invite, it wasn't like you went out often anyway.

With a bit of convincing, Simon reluctantly agreed and you could enjoy your time there... Right?

Wrong.

Here you were, driving home silently after an argument that happened which led to some unpleasant words being exchanged between the two of you which led to the car being filled with an awkward silence all the way home.

When you arrived home and came up on the driveway, he parked the car and stepped out, slamming the door behind him and walking ahead of you to the front door, fishing the keys out from his pocket to open the door with you following behind him.

Once inside the dimly lit home, and after taking off your shoes, you noticed that simon was leaning up against the wall, eyes locked on your figure and you could tell that he was still thinking about the argument.

You stood in front of him, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife as your eyes locked with his, noticing how they darkened when he looked at you.

The silence was deafening... Just the two of you standing in complete and utter silence as the air grew thicker with tension... And a sort of frustration that was starting to rise up between you...

Suddenly...

Simon stepped forward, and without another thought, your arms reached out, wrapping around his neck as your lips crashed in a sloppy and messy kiss with Simon wasting no time in claiming your mouth, delving his tongue past your lips.

"Fuckin' stubborn woman you are..." He groaned, panting as the kiss broke only for a moment before his lips were back on yours, coming back with more urgency as he wrapped his arms around you, already pulling at your clothes.

Simon began to lead you through the dark home and into the living room, a sense of urgency in your steps as you made your way through the house, the kiss only breaking for a mere few seconds before you were back at it again.

You were a tangled mess, stumbling through the darkness, throwing your clothes off in corners neither of you didn't really care for, ending up with Simon on the couch with you standing between his legs, bodies bare and heated.

"C'mere, baby..." He mutters, the sound coming from deep in his chest as he wraps his arms around you, hands greedily palming your ass to spread your legs and pull you into his lap, straddling him.

He pulls you close, skin to skin with your chest pressed tight against his, lips crashing against each other in another heated, and urgent kiss, coming back with a renewed fervor, his lips moving to your neck and trailing hot, wet kisses down the column of your throat.

"Ride me..." He groans against your skin, nipping and sucking to leave his marks, branding you as his own, with his fingers now digging into the flesh of your hips, moving you on top of him, grinding against his aching cock.

"Let me feel you, love... Let me feel that sweet fuckin' pussy..." He groaned, inhaling your scent like a starved man as he lifted your hips, his face still nuzzled into the crook of your neck, whispering his praises...

As he lifted your hips, one of his hands trailed down the underside of your thigh, spreading you wider as he slowly pushed you down his throbbing cock, stretching you open with a guttural groan.

"Fuck yes... Such a tight fuckin' cunt... Made for me... Just for me, baby..." I breathed, his lips moving upwards again until his lips were right up against your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin as he slowly began to guide your hips...

"Just like that, baby... Ride me just how I like it, yeah? Such a good fuckin' girl..." He praised, moaning lowly into your ear as he guided your movements, letting you adjust before he allowed you to move on your own.

As soon as you found your pace, your hips moving in a steady rocking motion, it drives Simon crazy, his head leaning forward again to bury his face into your neck, moaning and groaning against your skin.

"Mmmn... M'Sorry, baby... For earlier, for the arguments..." He babbled into your skin, kissing your neck and shoulder as he got lost in the pleasure, overcome by the ecstasy that he felt with you, and you only.

"Fuckin' hate fighting with you... Don't wanna fight with you..." He added, his voice holding promise, laced with reverence as he began to thrust up into you, burying his head impossibly deeper against your neck as he held your hips in place.

"Gonna fill you up, baby... Show you how sorry I am, yeah?" He mumbled, relishing in the way your breath hitched with every buck of his hips into you, pistoning his cock deep inside your sopping cunt, driven by how perfect you feel, wrapped tight around him.

"Gonna cum deep inside this perfect pussy... Let you feel how much I love you, sweet girl..."

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bouqette · 27 days ago

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“i’m so tired,” you groaned, collapsing headfirst into the crumpled pages of your textbook. your mind felt like a jumbled mess, a dull ache beginning to bloom at your temples.

“do you need a break?”

akaashi’s voice broke through the haze, soft and steady as always. his gaze parted from his laptop to focus on you, the faint blue glow of his screen casting soft shadows on his features. “we’ve been studying for quite a while now.”

you let your head fall to the side, half of your face still buried against the rough edges of your notebook as you peered at your boyfriend through half-lidded eyes. he looked impossibly good, glasses perched neatly on the bridge of his nose, the faintest crease in his brow betraying a tinge of worry.

a smile found its way to your lips, and the crease between akaashi’s brows relaxed, a low chuckled escaping from his throat.

“what are you smiling at now?” he hummed in light amusement.

“just admiring the handsome view.” you mused.

akaashi laughed this time, the warm sound echoing through the quiet room. he leaned towards you, fingertips dancing gently across your cheek as he brushed the hair away from your eyes. his touch was light and careful, but it was enough to ease the exhaustion from your mind.

“you’re the sweetest boy in the world, you know that?” you uttered, words slurring together slightly from fatigue. yet no amount of weariness could stop the adoring grin that spread across your face.

akaashi’s hand tensed up for the briefest moment, before he retracted it abruptly— a movement so sudden that you didn’t need to see the pink dusting his cheeks to know that he was flustered by your compliment.

“you sound like you’re drunk,” akaashi finally replied, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing at how easily embarrassed he was. at times like this, you could read him like an open book: red ears and an averted gaze, fingers fidgeting with the necklace you had gifted him in an attempt to restore his composure.

“drunk on my love for you,” you drawled out with a small giggle.

akaashi shook his head in feigned disapproval, but even under the dim light, you could see the way his lips quirked up into the faintest of smiles.

mustering up the last bit of energy, you pushed up from your chair, shuffling your way around the table towards him. and before akaashi could even register what was happening, you had already plopped yourself square onto his lap.

almost instantly, he melted under your touch. arms finding its place around your waist, hand rubbing soothing circles along your back. you buried your face into the crook of his neck, welcoming in his familiar scent.

“do you want to head to bed?” akaashi asked, lips brushing against the top of your head.

you shook your head, jutting your lower lip out in a small pout. “no. you're comfier.”

“what am i going to do with you?” he murmured, eyes soft with affection as he glanced down at you.

“kiss me goodnight?” you offered.

he complied easily, pressing his lips to yours, his movements slow and tender, lips lingering for a moment longer before he finally pulled away.

“goodnight, sweetheart.”

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blackcat-star · 2 months ago

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nsfw, Sung Jinwoo x fem!reader, 18+ content

Jinwoo lies on top of you, his hands holding your hips tightly, keeping you in the position he wants.

His manhood quickly slammed into you, making your messy cunt moan wetly. The bed creaked under your feet from his relentless pace and the force he used to thrust into you.

Each hard thrust almost took your breath away, feeling like you were dying.

Your body was burning, especially your cheeks and the sensitive spot that was being rubbed non-stop below your hips.

You felt uncomfortable, but more sensitive than ever.

The hot and itchy feeling was there, but Jinwoo made it less and that made you want Jinwoo even more.

Your lips couldn't close because of the constant pleasure that was coming, making you moan continuously. This scene made any man, as long as he wasn't gay, feel excited.

"Beautiful.."

Jinwoo looked down at you, his jet black hair falling over his forehead, his grey eyes now shining with amethyst, full of desire and passion. You and your lust-filled appearance were the most beautiful thing in his eyes right now.

A hand moved up to your cheek, gently caressing it. Then he leaned down, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss and his hands roaming your body, tracing every line and curve. As gentle as his hands and kisses were, his thrusts were more intense than ever.

It made you clutch his back, your nails digging into his skin. The combination of the kiss and the forceful movement below left you breathless, your mind spinning, feeling like you could pass out at any moment.

He broke the kiss for a moment, his eyes locked onto yours as he smirked and whispered.

"Sweet… My lover is always so sweet. I wonder if other places are as sweet as this."

Then he moved his lips down to your neck, then to your collarbone, sucking and biting at your skin. His hands found your breasts and played with your hard nipples, thrusting into your core with a new, faster intensity.

You gasped and cried out in pleasure, eyes rolling back every time the tip of his cock hit your G-spot or cervix. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your back arching, pressing your body against his.

You were close to your orgasm.

"Oh, Is my beloved about to cum for me?" He whispered, the hand on your chest moving down to your clit, pinching it and rubbing it with his thumb in circles.

Immediately, you let out a loud cry as he brought you over the edge. Your body jerked and convulsed with resounding tremors. Your nails scratched his back, leaving faint red marks.

Jinwoo narrowed his eyes and growled as he felt your orgasm flow around his hard cock. A sense of satisfaction welled up inside him as he looked at your messed up and broken state.

He slowed his thrusts for a few seconds so you could breathe.

As your breathing slowed and your consciousness returned, he continued thrusting into your quivering pussy from a new angle.

You moaned loudly.

"Wait…Ah…Jinwoo…I-I just cummed…AH!.."

You squirmed trying to stop him, your hands on his chest hoping to push him away.

He chuckled at your lack of effort. Jinwoo grabbed your wrist and pinned it above your head. His other hand moved from your hip to your thigh, spreading your legs wider so he could thrust deeper into your pussy.

"But I haven't cum yet baby." He rasped, leaning down to speak seductively into your ear. "The night is long.. All you have to do is lie there and enjoy it.."

Somehow, his cock seemed to get harder and thrust faster into you. You felt like the tip of his cock was piercing your womb, making your eyes roll back and you forget all your previous pleas, the itchy feeling came back, and you lost in the feeling of pleasure he was giving you.

You didn't know how long you had been fucking and you didn't know how many times you and he had cum.

All you know is that before he shoots his final load inside you and you finally pass out from exhaustion…

The clock on the bedside table showed 6:00 am.

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anakinstwinklebunny · 5 months ago

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SCOTT MONROE's weight pressed you harder into the mattress, hand covering your mouth as his hips kept moving against yours. The cheap bed frame creaked under his rough pace, sound echoing just too loud with your whimpers following

“Keep it down,” he droned, eyes burning into yours, catching every flicker of your desperate expression. “You want my mom to walk in here and see her sweet little boy fucking someone like you?”

Your muffled whimper vibrated against his palm again, fat tears pooling in your eyes as shame loomed your mind for feeling heat bloom deep in your belly. His other hand moved to grip your hip hard enough to leave a bruise, anchoring you as he slammed into you again and again, stretching your hole in a ways that made you want to scream

“Look at you,” he sneered, lips going down to brush against your ear. “Such a fucking mess. You couldn’t wait, could you? Had to come crawling into my bed like the needy little slut you are.”

His words stung, hurt, yet they sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core, as bad as it may sound. Your nails scraped along his back, desperate for something to hold onto while he was in the middle of wrecking you, cock hitting that devastating spot with every thrust.

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it,” Scott snapped, pulling his hand from your mouth to wrap it around your throat instead. Thumb pressed lightly against the side of your neck, where your pulse was, just enough to make you gasp and your fingers claw at his wrist. “You’d let me do this anywhere, yeah? Against the wall, in Sam's car--hell, maybe even in the fucking living room if I told you to.”

You really tried to respond, do anything, but your words came out as a broken, choked moan from the pressure of his hand and the strength of his movements.

“Pathetic,” he muttered with a grin crossing his lips. His free hand slide down your body to where you were soaked and slick for him; fingers circled your clit with such precision your body arched up to him, a cry escaping your lips before you could even stop it.

And who would have known, that through the smallest gape at Scott's doors, a pair of eyes were watching his twin brother treat you as if you were nothing but the dirtiest slut ever

Scott froze, hand letting out from your throat to, surprisingly, gently smack your thigh “What the fuck did I just say?” voice a harsh whisper. “You want her to hear? Want my mom to know I’ve got you spread out, dripping all over my cock like this?”

Your lips trembled, head shaking as tears slipped down your flushed cheeks. The humiliation, the pleasure--it was way too much, and obviously Scott could see it all screaming over your face. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, a quiet groan slipping free despite trying to hold himself.

“Fuck,” he hissed, head dropping down as his rhythm faltered. The mean, sharp tone in his voice cracked, and he whimpered, dick pulsing around your walls “I hate how fucking good you feel.”

You clung to him, nails digging into his skin as a gasp left his swollen lips “I--hate it--I hate how much I fucking need you.”

His voice broke, low whimper slipping from his lips once more as he buried himself deep one last time, trembling with the force of his upcoming release.

And for a moment, when it was all over, as his lips brushed against yours, soft and shaky, Scott wasn’t mean or cruel. He was just a boy who wanted you to stay.

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that-one-malereader-enthusiast · 7 months ago

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 • 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

╰┈➤ 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

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𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭 𝐱 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞!

cw : MDNI - ftm Lestat, top male reader, sexual content, nsfw, lycanthrope male reader, oral (giving), AFAB terminology used (such as cunt, clit, ect.) monsterfuckers, mentions of knotting, praises, dry humping, slight service top moment, baby fever, breeding kink, not proof-read.

If vampires could exist, why couldn't werewolves, Lestat thought. When he found you, it was as if looking at a lost dog. Scrappy thing, but brutish. You had no manners, like a mutt out of the ditch. The two of you never met eye to eye, but he helped you deal with the monster that you had almost no control over. What he loved about you is that you took answers from no one. You took what you wanted, when you wanted it. And if you wanted Lestat on the bed with his legs spread, he could barely stop you.

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"You're making a mess down there mon cher, you're dr..drooling all over my legs!" Lestat laughed as you huffed and looked up at him from between his legs. There was slick and saliva dripping down your chin and painted messily on your lips, smeared against your cheeks and dripping down your neck. Your half lidded eyes were hazed with lust, trying to bide your irritation and hunger with the meal between the others legs. "Use your words, those looks could mean anything. You either want me to...shut up so you can continue indulging yourself or—" Lestat almost snorted as you responded with simply curling your arms around his thighs, letting them settle on your shoulders as you 'indulged' as he seemed to speak of.

Your thick tongue practically slobbered against his thighs, nipping every now and then while your leg bounced. You wanted so much more at that moment, but you were trying to wait it out. You were itching to get out of your skin, the presence of the full moon only pressuring your body further. You could feel the itch deep within the marrow of your bones, calling out. It makes your body feel like a furnace, your core even hotter. You could feel your hips rolling into the mattress below as you whined into Lestats' heat, causing him to shudder in response.

"You're such a needy chiot when you wish to be one. I don't know why you restrain yourself so much when I know what goes on in that head of yours." Lestat almost mewled out at the end of his words as your tongue practically circled around his dick, lips suckling against it and sending fire into his own nerves. "Juste là, ma chère, you're so good to me..." He let out an airy breath as his fingers slid into your hair. No matter how many times you cut it, it practically grew longer the next day. But Lestat? He loved running his fingers through your hair and watching you act as if you were touch starved. No, you were touch starved. Leaning into his touch, silently asking for more.

Lestat was the first person, first being, creature — the first to be able to handle your unruliness these nights. When you weren't prowling the streets, out for blood, killing every animal that came into your line of sight and even people if they had the unfortunate timing of appearing in your sights.

You were practically nose deep in Lestats' rather trimmed and neat blonde pubes while your tongue wanted to lap up every inch of his spongy insides. You could barely think straight, heat now radiating off your skin and your mind slowly fogging while Lestat made obscene noises that made your ears prick up. "Need you..Les..."

"You have me mon cher chiot, you..you have me," he shuddered out again before feeling your nails start to dig into his thighs. An animalist whine and whimper left your lips before you could feel the curse starting to carve you from the inside out. Cooking your insides, broiling in your stomach while it broke and wielded your bones back together. It wasn't pretty, it never was. But Lestat was there for it all, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

You let go of him and gripped onto the sheets, finding yourself wanting to curl up and hide from the pain. You could hear his coaxing in the forefront of your mind, trying to tell you he was still there, but lines blurred when you transformed. Your bones snapped and your flesh seemed to tear as fur came in replacement, your bones shifting into place as a deep growl rolled within your chest. The moonlight seemed to peer in through the window, your once normal eyes giving an eerie glow in the darkness, your face no longer humanoid, but instead replaced with a furry snout.

There was blood in your fur, almost coating some, bleeding into the mattress but the other didn't care and neither did you. Your clothes had long since been shed off since the beginning of the transformation, now scattered and torn into pieces.

You shook your head, thoughts jumbled in a bunch. Food. Hunt. Hunger. Prey. Hunger. Mate. Hot. Mark. Mate. Mine. You seemed to stare Lestat down, as if he were a meal of his own, your mawl filling with drool as your now semi bipedal body crouched over him, absolutely looming over his body. "I know you can hear me in there mon cher chiot." Lestat seemed to call out, his core finding more warmth seeing you in such a form.

You growled at him at first, though your eyes seemed to quickly glance down his body. Hungry. Mate. Breed. Mate. Hunger. Hunt. Prey. My mate. You weren't completely dumbed down, but the scent of Lestats' arousal seemed to set you off. It wasn't long before you practically dragged his body down, lifting his entire lower half off the bed before your maw opened.

Lestat didn't fear you'd eat him or even harm him, but he could see much more happening. When you got like this, it was hard to stop you from completely destroying the room trying to fuck him on every surface, especially since you didn't burn out easily during such a moon tranced state.

He could feel your teeth against his pelvis, only putting some pressure down as your tongue took a long lap against his lower lips. Pulling away, you grabbed his thighs and raised them on your shoulders, his entire upper body almost lifted off the bed from the shift of your height.

Lestat cried out and threw his head back the moment he felt your tongue dive into his drenched cunt yet again, reaching places you couldn't quite reach before and more. He could see your unsheathed and throbbing red cock underneath your own body, dripping with arousal and your knot having already appeared. "I suppose I should have fed earlier tonight if I knew I was going to be in here with you till daylight—"

There was a growl, a deep one that sent vibrations deep within Lestat, causing him to find a rather quick orgasm that startled even himself. "I guess this form also does things to me as well mon cher chiot, but it seems your mind is elsewhere." Instead of a response, you simply lapped at his wetness, hips rutting up against the sheets and your mind elsewhere. You wanted to breed him, badly. Make him full of your pups. What you wouldn't give to see Lestat, your Lestat, full and round and plump. Putting him down on your knot, making him yours completely? You began to drool at the thought that ran circles inside your mind.

Maybe you could fill him up tonight after you made him cum on your tongue. Your hunger was only for Lestat tonight, nothing more.

It was better than you constantly having held his hips and grinded up against him with any and every surface, whining and making small grunts rather than communicating with your words what you really wanted. It wasn't your fault that his ass always looked so nice in whatever he wore. Such a nice, grabable ass. All yours for the night.

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nickeverdeen · 3 months ago

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Ok so I have a request! Maybe it’s about when reader was pregnant with Felicia, her and Vi’s daughter, an Vi freaks out when the reader goes into labour. But as soon as Felicia is born, she absolutely adores her daughter already and tears up a little. Not only that but she loves and admires the reader even more for going through the whole birth. Maybe her and reader joke about not having another kid after Felicia due to how painful the birth was. Just some wholesome moment with the new parents.

Painful Love | Vi x pregnant!fem!reader

Pairings: Vi x reader (romantic), Felicia x reader (family), Felicia x Vi (family)

Type of fic: Comfort, Fluff

Warnings: Childbirth, Cussing

Summary: When you go into a labor over night Vi takes you to the hospital where you give birth to your daughter Felicia and it becomes just a small wholesome moment between the three of you.

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The contractions started late at night.

At first, you thought it was just the usual discomfort that had been plaguing you these past few weeks. Being nine months pregnant was no joke, and your body ached in ways you never thought possible. But then the pain sharpened, spreading across your lower abdomen in a way that stole your breath.

Oh. Oh no.

You barely had time to register what was happening before another contraction hit, and you gasped, gripping the sheets.

Vi stirred beside you, groggy from sleep. “Huh? What’s—”

Then she saw your face.

And she panicked.

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit. It’s happening, isn’t it?” She shot up so fast she nearly fell out of bed. “Okay, uh—hospital. We need to—fuck, where are my boots? Do you have a bag packed? You do, right? Shit, I should’ve packed a bag. Why didn’t I pack a bag?!”

You let out a weak laugh between contractions. “Vi—”

She was already pacing, running a frantic hand through her hair. “Okay, okay. Breathe. We got this. You got this. I just—fuck!”

“Vi!”

She froze, looking at you with wide, terrified eyes.

You exhaled through the pain, reaching for her hand. “I need you to breathe.”

Vi swallowed hard, squeezing your fingers. “Right. Breathing. I can do that. I—” She blinked. “No, I can’t. We need to go.”

Despite the pain, you couldn’t help but laugh.

The next few hours were a blur.

You had always known childbirth would be painful, but this? This was something else entirely.

Vi stayed by your side the entire time, gripping your hand so tightly you were sure she’d cut off circulation. But she was there, murmuring encouragements between her anxious ramblings, kissing your forehead when she thought you needed it most.

And then, after what felt like an eternity-

A cry filled the room.

Felicia.

Your daughter.

The exhaustion in your body faded a bit the moment they placed her in your arms.

She was so small, wrapped in a soft white blanket, her tiny fingers curling instinctively. Her little nose was scrunched up as she let out another tiny wail, and your heart swelled.

You looked up at Vi, ready to see her usual cocky grin, but instead—

She was crying.

Not full-on sobbing, but her eyes were red and wet, her lips pressed together as if she was trying to hold it all in.

You smiled softly. “Vi?”

She let out a shaky breath, staring at your daughter like she was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. “She’s…” Vi trailed off, swallowing hard. “She’s perfect.”

Your chest ached, this time not from pain but from love.

Vi reached out hesitantly, as if afraid she’d somehow mess this up. But the second her fingers brushed over Felicia’s tiny hand, the baby’s fingers curled around them, holding tight.

Vi let out a breathless laugh. “She’s got one hell of a grip.”

You chuckled, leaning against the pillows. “Just like her mama.”

Vi tore her gaze away from Felicia just long enough to look at you, eyes shining with something indescribable.

And then, to your surprise, she leaned in and kissed your forehead so softly it nearly broke you.

“You’re incredible,” she whispered, brushing a thumb over your cheek. “I mean it. I don’t know how you did that.”

You sighed, already feeling the exhaustion creeping in. “I don’t know either. But I do know one thing.”

Vi raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

You glanced down at Felicia, then back at Vi with a tired smile. “We are never doing that again.”

Vi snorted. “Oh, hell no. One kid is plenty.”

Felicia let out another tiny noise, her little face scrunching up again, and Vi’s expression softened instantly.

“Still,” she murmured, tracing her finger over Felicia’s tiny hand, “if we were only gonna have one… I think we got the best one.”

You smiled, letting your eyes drift shut, your fingers brushing over Vi’s. “Yeah. We did.”

#request #imagine #wlw #arcane #vi x reader #arcane vi #vi #vi x you #pregnant wlw

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endless-ineffabilities · 10 months ago

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Chemical Override (bonus chapter 2) - August!

Ewan Mitchell x actress!reader

a/n: this sweet one is set just before they broke it off (or rather, before the reader stomped all over his heart) in part five!

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August! (... slipped away into a moment in time)

It's a fine morning, albeit lazy, you and Ewan having done nothing but lay in bed and talk and cuddle.

Granted, you did a lot more than talk over the course of the night. And this continued in the morning, with Ewan gently coaxing you out of sleep in need.

He's been insatiable, not that you can blame him. You two are finally together, after months of dancing around each other, your friends in eager anticipation to see how the 'will-they, won't they' dynamic will culminate.

They'll be pleased to know that it all led up to the best date you've had so far, followed by a night of bodies burning for the other, marking their territory in the throes of pent-up desire.

Ewan was sure he would remain the gentleman, merely driving you back to your hotel and calling it a night.

But you had invited him upstairs for a nightcap. Maybe some tea, as the Brits do. Needless to say, the tea was quickly forgotten, along with any reservations he might have about simply having you.

The haze of it hasn't subsided. Clad in nothing but undergarments, your limbs are tangled with his under the sheets as you watch the newly released New York foods video he did with Tom a while back.

"Baby?" you say, running your fingers through his hair as he has his head propped on your thighs. The screen plays on, showing the lads thoroughly enjoying some New York City hotdogs.

"Hmm?" he responds, his voice hinting at how soothed he feels from your touch.

"You're such a baby."

"What?" He twists his neck to shoot you a look of betrayal. Adorable.

"I bet those chips weren't even that spicy," you say, rolling your eyes. "I would have devoured those jalapeño chips."

"They were spicy!" He leans against his forearm, which he quickly positioned on your thigh without thinking, causing your muscle to spasm from the sudden weight.

"Ahhh, Ewan!" you wriggle your legs. "Get off, get off..."

"Shit!" He bolts upright, immediately kneading the flesh with his palm. "Sorry, baby. Here, where does it hurt?"

You sigh audibly. "Oh, you." You narrow your eyes at him playfully, trying to look all tough, but apparently he takes it as a cue to press his lips to yours.

It's warm, a bit sloppy, your breaths stale from wine drank over the course of the night. And you don't mind at all.

He croons in your ear, "How do I make it up to you?"

"It's fine, I was only kind of messing - "

"Come now, darling, anything."

He gazes at you, awaiting an answer. In the background, you hear his voice saying, The Fuegos... I didn't like them, as the video comes to a close.

I saw your eyeballs sort of pop out your head a little bit, Tom says in response.

This is going to be fun, you think, smiling evilly to yourself.

Rising to your knees on the bed, you loudly declare, "Today, my love, you will conquer your fears and eat my favourite spicy food."

"Nooo!" He shakes his head right away, already plotting how to get out of this predicament. "Baby, please make me do anything else. I can't handle my spice!"

"My mind is made up."

"What if I do that thing that made you scream last night? When I buried my tongue insi - '

"Ewan!" Your face reddens, but you carry on. His face will soon have the same reaction, but for different, more savoury reasons. "I mean, I would like that but - "

"Alright, let's go baby, spread your knees - " he nods, desperate to placate you and your challenge, but also eager to get down to business.

You shuffle away when he tries to pry your legs open. " - I said I made up my mind! We're eating spicy food. We gotta eat anyway, I'm starving."

He groans, collapsing back on the bed. He runs his hand tiredly over his face, mulling it over. As if he actually has a choice. He wants to do this for you, seeing as how excited you're getting.

"Get up, ol' sport," you crawl on top of him, perching above his stomach. "We're gonna go get the goods."

"Hmm," he sighs contentedly, one look at you more than enough to quell his worries. For now.

"Okay, darling," he relents, then his eyes flash in mischief. "But before we get out of bed... how about I do that thing anyway?"

There is not a single chance in the seven hells that you could ever say no to that.

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An interesting spread is laid out on the round dining table in your hotel suite.

Your stomach growls in anticipation, while Ewan is stiff as a board as he sits beside you.

"I'm hungry, aren't you?" you nudge him, but he only moans, throwing his head back in his chair.

"What if I'd already eaten? I can skip this?" he tries.

"And what the hell did you eat?"

He smirks, and even though his answer won't save him from what follows, it renders him gleeful all the same. "You," is his reply.

That prompts an eye roll, but you shake your head at him fondly. "What should we start with, baby?"

"Water."

"Come on."

"How about the strawberry milk?"

"Okay, then I'll pick." You clasp your hands, surveying the options. "Let's start with something easy." You settle for the bowl of Flamin Hot Cheetos and place it right in front of him.

You help yourself to a few pieces, before noticing that he hasn't moved a muscle, so you take one and bring it to his lips. "Open up, handsome."

"Mmmm," he tilts his head away on instinct, but he gives in after a second. He makes a face as the snack crunches in his mouth. "Not... bad, I suppose.... Urghhh - " he coughs a little, making you snicker at him between bites.

"That's not spicy at all," you say. "At least, it's nothing compared to what we'll have next."

The chicken wings are an unnatural bright red colour, covered in hot sauce and dotted with flecks of chili. You lean down and take a whiff, your nose scrunching as the strong hint of spice hits your senses.

Your placating smile does nothing to ease Ewan, who only looks like he is regretting his life choices on the spot.

"O-kay, dragonblood. Time to breathe fire," you remark in an attempt to inspire some confidence in him. Didn't he take pride in playing a Targaryen dragonrider? Surely some part of him would want to overcome the big, bad opponent that is known in our world as spicy wings.

"Breathe fire?" he exclaims. "That does not make me feel any better!"

"Do it for Vhagar, my love. Do it for Vhagar."

"I'm doing this for you," he corrects, before gingerly taking the smallest bite of a wing. He waits for the impact, confused when nothing unpleasant occurs.

So he bravely takes another, heartier bite.

Big mistake.

His hand gravitates to the glass of water, and he chugs it down like a lifeline. His once pale face becomes the same hue as the fiery culprit.

"Fffuck, ba...by," he hiccups. "I didn't like that at all."

You have a bite, wincing just a little when it hits your throat. It wasn't too bad, so you tell him to calm down.

He complains anyway, "I think I just saw my life flash right before my eyes."

You chortle at that, which unfortunately makes some of the spice travel up your nose. "Oh god!" You instantly take a huge gulp of milk. "Don't make me laugh!" you say, when the heat dies down.

"See?" he cries out in vindication. "Why must we torture ourselves, darling?"

"The food's tasty," you counter.

"Yeah, but is it worth the price?"

You grip his shoulder, dramatically saying, "We have to keep going, soldier."

"No."

"Yes."

"You won't break up with me if I refuse, will you?"

You pause, making it seem like you are seriously deliberating it. "Maybe."

"What?!" His expression takes on a more real sense of alarm.

"I'm kidding," you giggle, nudging his leg with yours. He leans his head against your shoulder, responding with, "You're mean."

"And you're dating me. What does that say about you?"

He lets out a weary laugh, "That I'm just really in love, I guess."

That almost makes you give up on the challenge entirely. You could just let him eat the pepperoni pizza you have saved as the actual meal. But it wouldn't hurt too much to tackle the grand finale. The final boss. Maybe it will even get his taste buds to crack and cross over to the dark side.

"Baby?" Here goes everything.

"Hmm?"

"It's time for the spicy ramen."

He sighs a true sigh of defeat and acceptance. "If I survive this, you have to swear you're never letting me go."

"That's your bargain? Easy, baby."

His blue eyes bore into yours. His cheeks are still red and he's still sniffling from the spice, but his sentiment holds weight. He shrugs, before his arm reaches out for the bowl of ramen, making it known that he has already accepted his fate.

You slide the glass of milk closer to him.

"Try not to get it on your lips as much as possible," you advise him, growing worried as the ramen pack did warn that it was '2x Spicy'.

You cringe inwardly as a forkful of noodles enters his mouth. He drops his arm, chewing slowly, and finally the food gratefully slides down his throat.

"Mmm," he clears his throat, trying his hardest to remain calm. His forced, blank expression is even more alarming than the alternative.

"Ewan?" He turns his head toward you, slowly. And you see the full extent of the damage. His eyes well with tears, and his breathing is shallow from an even more congested nose.

"I'm okay," he wheezes, trying to maintain a show of boldness for your sake. "I can do this."

"You don't look okay." You shake your head at him, as his face takes on an even deeper shade of red.

A pained grunt escapes him. "Maybe a kiss will make it better."

A cursory glace at the ramen sauce staining his lips compels you to protest without a second thought. "How about no? You've got it all over your lips."

"Darling, who cares? You're going to eat them too!" he says, scandalised.

"But I've got a technique. I don't let it touch my lips so it doesn't burn!" You inch away as he leans in.

"So you won't kiss me?" He uses his baby blues against you, eyes bright and shimmering as he pouts in disappointment.

"You don't need a kiss." He tries to grab you, making you stand from your chair to get away. With your palm outstretched, you implore him, "Baby, just drink your milk."

"Then I get a kiss?"

"Fine. Then you get a kiss."

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Tom calls you a few days later, his tone animated from the moment you pick up. "Would you look at that! I didn't think I would get a hold of you lovers. Thought you'd be busy doing somethin' else, if y'know what I mean."

"It's noon here, Tom," you reply matter-of-factly, stretching your legs out on the bed.

"So? I reckon Captain Big Balls over there has got it in him."

"Wow," you let out an amused exhale. Tom always did have a way about him, being a Manc and all. "Well, he's in the shower right now if you wanted to speak to him."

"I'm surprised you're not in there with him, love! You guys are all over the news, bloody hell. Even out here, everyone's buzzin' about the hot new couple from House of the Dragon. And no, it's not Matt and Fabien."

You smirk at his last remark, "Are you sure it's not Matt and Fabs?"

"Positive," he says. "But we never know what could happen. Anyway, how in the hell did you convince him?"

You rack your brain for what exactly he could be pertaining to. "Convince him to do what?"

"To create a bloody Instagram profile, that's what!"

Your mouth falls open, and you quickly put him on speaker so you can scroll to the aforementioned app. Sure enough, it doesn't take long for you to sift through your new follower notifications before you find him.

His username is on brand - straightforward and no-frills - just ewanmitchell . Already verified with a hundred thousand followers and counting. In his following list, however, there is only one - your profile.

If the papparazzi pictures and tabloid stories and fan encounters hadn't convinced everyone yet, likely this will.

Ewan, notorious not only for his charisma and pure talent, but also for being steadfast in staying off social media, has sent the entirety of Ewan Nation into a tailspin with his profile.

Icing on the cake - he only follows you.

"You see, this is what convinces the public that you two are not PR," Tom says. "Because Ewan would never, ever get on the socials for just anyone."

"I didn't even know he made this. I haven't been online in quite a bit."

"Been busy, huh?" he asks.

"Yeah."

"Doin' a lot of stuff out there?"

"I guess."

"Like Ewan?"

"Tom, I'm going to lynch you when I see you."

He only laughs, having gotten his desired outcome from prodding at you.

The bathroom door slides open, and Ewan steps out with nothing but a towel haphazardly wrapped around his waist.

"Who's that?" he mouths at you.

"Tom," you answer loudly, prompting Tom to greet Ewan from the speakerphone.

"Aemond the Fierce!" he bellows, the long-distance call doing nothing to stifle his personality. "I always knew you had it in ya. Ever since you laid eyes on her during the table read, I knew it was only a matter of time."

Well, isn't that a revelation. You had thought it was just you harbouring a crush in the beginning. "The table read, really? I just remember being so nervous," you say.

"I thought you were attractive," Ewan admits, scratching the back of his neck. "And you were reading your lines with such passion that I... "

Tom interrupts, "He ran over to me and told me to show him your social media."

"Not just that, I - "

"He wanted to see whether you had any pictures with a boyfriend or something."

"Alright, alright." Ewan snatches the phone from your hand, as if that will keep Tom from exposing him even more. "How are you, mate?"

"I'm good, lad, and yourself?"

Ewan glances at you, seeing that you've gone back to reading a script, your brow furrowed in concentration.

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

"I'm great. I'm happy."

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"Over here! Over here!"

"How's your evening going, you guys? How are you enjoying LA?"

The papparazzi needlessly try to make small talk and they flash their cameras in your face. You and Ewan barely have time to grimace at each other once you get inside his car. The restaurant where he took you to dinner hadn't been crawling with paps when you arrived. Someone must have tipped them at some point.

Ewan instinctively reaches for your hand when you've driven some distance away from the restaurant, a breath of relief exiting his lungs.

"That's Hollywood for you, baby," he says amusedly, putting on his best standard American accent.

The car speeds through the streets of LA. Heading to Mount Hollywood, you have the famous Griffith Observatory set as your destination.

You have always wanted to go, and it only took one mention to Ewan before he planned it for your next date.

It doesn't take long before the observatory's iconic structure comes into view. Its white domes seemingly gleam under the night sky, a sentinel watching over the city of Los Angeles.

Stepping out of the car, you take in the scene in awe. The resulting look on your face lets Ewan know he made the right choice in taking you here. He'd take you here everyday if it meant seeing you in a spell of childlike wonder.

The observatory itself is just a bonus.

The outer balcony stretches like a vertice into the vastness of the city, a sea of lights glistening down below. It seemed to sprawl on endlessly, a labyrinth of hopes and pains and dreams.

You stand there, drawn to the view like a moth to a flame. The evening breeze dances through your hair, and your face is aglow from the illuminated city.

Smiling widely, you turn and find Ewan lingering just behind, watching you.

"Come and look at this, my love," you wave him over.

He wants to capture the moment, so he does. He subtly points his camera in your direction. Your profile is partially visible, with your face turned out into the horizon. Your silhouette stands before a mosaic of the shining city.

But it's you that has his attention. You that pulls all of his focus into the frame.

He never thought he would have much use for a public social media profile like the one he created on Instagram, but hours later, as you're sound asleep beside him, he finds purpose for such a thing.

He uploads the first ever photo on his profile - the one he secretly took of you at the observatory.

Too conscious to think of a caption, he doesn't type in any, content to let the photo speak for itself.

Putting his phone away, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and falls into blissful slumber.

Ewan hadn't been aware of the phrase breaking the internet, and he's in for quite the rude awakening.

Even so, he doesn't let it faze him.

You're in shock when you discover the amount of comments under the photo, well past the twelve thousand mark when you wake up. Positive, negative, and everything in between.

Almost unheard of for an Instagram debut.

His reaction?

"At least everyone knows that you're mine now. What's wrong with that?"

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muscleloverz69 · 7 months ago

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A Raw Deal

To a normal person one of the fae might appear human. In fact it is nearly impossible to tell the two apart. The only difference is the fae are always extremely hot. One of the most important rules of dealing with the fae is never make a deal. Unfortunately, Brian had no idea Nick was anything but a young vendor at the music festival.

All the food looked so good to Brian and he was so hungry, too bad he realized he was flat broke once he reached the front of the line. He looked up from his empty wallet at Nick to apologize and completely froze. Brian had always been completely straight but even he could admit Nick was one of the most attractive men he had ever seen with completely chiseled features, perfect lean muscles that complemented his narrow waist and thick upper thighs spread out in his seat. Nick smirked “Hey dude, you good?”

“Oh yeah sorry I’m flat broke my bad I’ll step out of line.”

Brian was so flustered he completely missed the predatory gleam in Nick’s eyes. “Bro don’t even worry about it, I’ll make you a deal help me out in the back for a couple hours and lunch is on me.”

“Wow really, thanks!”

“Of course! The only rule is you can’t eat until we’re done or it’ll mess up my inventory count.”

Brian was so hungry but he knew he could struggle through a couple hours for a free lunch, so he nodded and followed Nick into the tent behind the counter.

The moment Brian entered the tent he felt his stomach cramp up, the most delicious smells of pies, cookies, and sandwiches were coming at him from every angle.

“So, I really just need you to stay here for the next two hours and make sure nobody sneaks back here and eats anything.”

Brian could only shake his head in agreement and watch as Nick walked away admiring his full ass move as he did. He rubbed his eyes trying to snap himself out of it. Brian had never so much as looked at a man in his entire life but maybe the hunger and partying from the past couple days was getting to him.

Not to mention Brian was a little sex-starved. It wasn’t that he was unattractive. Some would definitely think he was cute but it was always in a twinky nerd way. He looked nothing like Nick who was already occupying more space in his mind than another man should.

The first hour wasn’t easy, but Brian just tried to ignore the food around him and relax. He didn’t notice Nick peek through the entrance. Nick was starting to wonder if Brian would make it the full time and decided he needed to turn up the challenge. Nick walked back into the tent holding a large pizza. “Hey, this came a little early its for after you’re done working but it might be a little cold by then.”

Nick shrugged and walked back out. Brian sweated it out for a few minutes before finally stuffing his face with the pizza. It only took a few bites before Brian could tell something was wrong. First he felt a burning sensation on his arm, then in big letters NICK was written in black on his arm. He found himself frozen unable to move at all.

Brian stood there unable to move for the next few hours until it got late. Then Nick walked in with a wicked smile across his face. “Hello Brian, so it looks like you couldn’t wait to eat. Unfortunately, that means you are now my servant.”

Nick snapped his fingers and Brian found myself able to speak but my feet were still planted to the ground.

“WHAT. I don’t understand I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself.”

“Brian, it’s quite alright. These things happen you’ll come home with me and the details of your contract will be provided shortly.”

Nick walked forward to Brian wrapping his muscular arms around his waist. Nick brushed under Brians chin forcing them to make eye contact. Nick leaned in their lips brushing against each other. “We are going to have fun together.”

Brian woke up in a large bed sore and confused. As he looked around his eyes landed on a man. He was an attractive guy, large boulder shoulders and beefy pecs that shadowed over him.

“You’re up,” the man walked over to him.

“My name is Jock how do you feel?”

Brian shook his head confused, “your name is Jock.”

“I don’t think it was always Jock but that’s what master said it is now.”

It was then Brian glanced down at his arm to the letters NICK and remembered what happened. Jock went on to explain that Nick was a fae and had tricked the both of them into becoming his slaves. They were now magically forced to do anything Nick asked.

“Really anything master wants you’ll do, become, or believe,” Jock sat down on the bed. “I didn’t always look like this but this is what master wanted for when he has fun with me”

Brian was in disbelief at what a quick turn his life had taken. “So what can I do? I’m not gay and I don’t want to be owned.”

Jock shook his head “There really isn’t anything you can do, my only advice, Master offers everyone the same deal…take it.”

It was then the door swung open. Nick walked in to the bedroom shirtless, his tight muscles reminding Brian of some predatory cat. “Jock thank you for watching our new guest, you can go.”

Like that Jock was gone. Now it was just Brain and Nick.

“So Brian I trust Jock filled you in. Now its time to make you more suited for my home. First I value fitness so grow your muscles for me.”

Brian hardly had a chance to be confused before he felt his stomach ache and looked down to see a set of cobbled defined abs. He suddenly felt much wider as his shoulders and back spread. His pecs began to balloon and his biceps thickened.

Nick smiled as he closed the distance between them. “Now you look tasty.”

Nick kissed Brian pushing him backward on the bed. Brian opened his mouth to say something but Nick cut him off “You will participate and try to please me.”

Brian quickly got the message and allowed his lips to part for Nick’s tongue. Brian tossed his own shirt on the floor. Internally he was screaming, I’m not gay, but he couldn’t help but try to make Nick happy.

Nick groped Brian’s new arms before cupping his face. “Now time for a few more things. First Brian doesn’t quite suite you anymore, I think from now on you’ll be Thad and you can forget it was ever anything else.”

Thad was confused. Wait wasn’t his name always Thad. Was that right?”

Nick interupted Thad’s thinking, ”The only thing is that name isn’t known for being intellegent so let’s dumb you down and make you a little more bro-y”

Thad felt a relaxing fog descend on him, he didn’t mind it. “Bruh that kinda feels sick.”

“Now just one last thing. I offer everyone this deal, now it’s your turn. You will live hear forever but if you agree to become gay I will make you happy to be here. Then you’ll have as much fun with our encounters as me. I could just make these changes myself, but honestly it’s no difference to me how you feel and the choice is more fun.”

Thad felt confused. A feeling he would probably have to get used to with his new intellect, but he needed to choose. Thad decided that if this was his new life he might as well enjoy it.

“Ok dude, do it.”

Thad felt it almost instantly. He was in the best place ever, and standing in front of him was the sexiest man he had ever seen. Thad almost lept forward, ripping Nicks pants off and began latching onto his cock. Nick gripped Thad’s new styled hair as his head bobbed up and down. Then Nick came. Nick chuckled Thad didn’t know it but the entire spell only would have lasted 24 hours then he could have gone home free, but now that he willingly drank Nick’s cum the spell was sealed forever.

Meanwhile Thad was in total bliss he was going to love being here with Nick and Jock.

#gay #jock tf #mental change #jock transformation #male transformation

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 14 days ago

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Wouldn't it be nice

Part two

Summary: Three life changing years later you run into Harry Castillo on your first day of work.

Pairing: Harry Castillo x fem. reader

Rating: G

Wordcount: 3.2k

Warnings: vacation romance, unplanned pregnancy, death of parents, Harry is a family man, sister and brother dynamics, moving across country, reunions (sort of)

A/N: I still have no real clue where I'm going with this and how long this will be so... enjoy the ride?

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Main Masterlist // Harry Castillo Masterlist // Wouldn’t it be nice Masterlist

Three years later

Moving across the country was not how you envisioned spending your Christmas break, but the opportunity was too good to pass up.

Everything had… kind of been a mess ever since you learned you were pregnant.

You lost your job and your apartment, had to move in back with your parents. Your father got really sick, dying just days before you gave birth to your daughter Emily.

And just when you thought things were getting better, just before Emily’s first birthday, you were woken up in the middle of the night by a police officer, telling you that your mother had an accident at work which she didn’t survive.

That night was one of the very few nights you googled him.

Harry Castillo.

To say you were surprised at what you found out about him the first time you typed the letters of his name into google, days after finding out you were pregnant, was an understatement.

The man who stole chocolate bars out of your minibar was a billionaire?

You fell in kind of a hole, reading a lot about him and his work. About him becoming the youngest self made millionaire back in the day. About the charities he supported. About the nasty divorce he went through years ago. Apparently ever since then Harry was New York’s most eligible bachelor Number one and every single female who was seen with him had been marked down as his new romance.

You called his office.

Once.

The number having made its way into your phone for some reason.

You didn’t reach him, of course.

A very nice but strict secretary told you that you had to make an appointment and when you couldn’t tell her why you needed one, you were brushed off pretty quickly.

You couldn’t tell a stranger that the man you had spend six days fucking in every way possible on your dream vacation turned out to be her boss and the father of your unborn child.

So, you moved on from that.

You parents had told you more than once to seek out an attorney to get child support. You could have needed the money, keeping yourself afloat with random jobs while applying to local schools in hopes to finally put your degree to some good use.

So yeah, the last years had been hard, but you would never change a thing because it gave you Emily.

She was the light of your life, always making you smile even when she spread mashed potatoes over her whole face and into her dark brown curls, big brown eyes looking up at you with mischief.

She looked so much like her father it wasn’t even funny.

You wanted to give her everything and more so when you actually got invited for an interview at one of the fanciest private elementary schools in New York City (you might have had a glass of wine too much after having a little pity party for yourself on you birthday that made you apply) you took that as a sign.

Now you had actually moved to New York City, the school providing you with a little apartment that was more than enough for you and Emily.

You would take over the first grade at the school, one teacher leaving for an extended maternity leave the school was providing.

„Mommy is gonna pick you up right here,“ you knelt in front of Emily who looked a little unsure. She never had been at a daycare before and you had spent the last week easing her into it.

„Promise?“ She asked and your heart broke a little before you nodded, wrapping her into your arms.

Moments like these made you wish you could be a stay at home mom.

You wanted nothing more than to spend your time with your daughter, but life had other plans.

„I love you bug,“ you whispered, kissing her cheek.

„Love you, mommy!“ She said before she turned around, taking the hand of Miss Clarins, who was working at the daycare and kind of became Emily’s favourite person in the last couple of days.

„Good luck on your first day!“ The woman said and you sighed, torn but excited to start this new chapter. The good thing was that the daycare was in the same building than the school. You’d never be too far away from her.

„Thank you!“ You smiled, watching your daughter walk into the big room before you took a deep breath and walked towards the teachers lounge.

„Uncle Harry?“

Harry blinked up, having been sorting through his emails on the phone as the car slowly moved through the city.

„Yes, Daniel?“ Harry put his phone away, giving his whole attention to his nephew.

„Can we go have ice cream?“ He asked and Harry chuckled.

„No baby, you can’t have ice cream. It’s not even 9 am and it’s freezing outside!“ Harry’s sister Sarah scolded. The boy frowned, sitting between the two adults as the car slowly approached the school.

„Can we have ice cream later?“ Daniel asked hopefully. Sarah have Harry a look to which he only grinned.

„Tell you what, you be on your best behaviour for your new teacher today and I’ll pick you up after school to get ice cream from that place we found the last time we went to the park,“ Harry promised and Daniel’s eye got huge.

„Please, Please, Pleasseeee?“ He nodded hopefully, first at Harry, then at his mother.

„I thought you had a meeting this afternoon,“ she frowned and Harry smirked.

„Not if you take it,“ he winked and Sarah rolled her eyes, looking between Daniel and Harry who both began to pout, the longer she didn’t say anything.

„Fine!“ She finally said and Harry put his arm around Daniel’s shoulder just as the car stopped in front of the school.

„Have a great day, buddy,“ he said and Daniel squeezed him while Sarah already opened the door to step out.

„You too, Uncle Harry!“ The boy said before he climbed out of the car, waving at him as Sarah walked him into the school.

He watched after them for a moment, wondering what in the world his (now ex) brother in law was thinking when he just threw his family away. Shaking his head to himself he got his phone out, scrolling through the emails that were already piling up for him.

Once the contract with the French was finally signed, things would hopefully calm down.

Maybe he could even take a vacation, his mind immediately wandering to the last time he had something similar to a vacation.

He hadn’t planned to stay on the island. He had gotten the deal and he wanted to have a drink before making the call to prepare the jet so he could fly back home.

But then he had seen you.

It might sound dumb, but it felt like the world just stopped for a moment when he first saw you, your smile wide as you talked to the man working behind the bar.

You were beautiful.

And you changed his plans the moment his lips found yours for the first time that very same evening.

He had cancelled his whole planned week back home, his sister asking him if he was okay before he told her that he had met someone and wanted to spend more time with you.

It was unlike Harry to one, go on a vacation and two, be interested enough in someone to neglect his work. Even before his ugly divorce almost ten years ago he was a workaholic, something that was a blessing and a curse.

It was what made him a billionaire at the age of forty two. But it also made him lonely.

He should have known that you were too good to be true, having waited for you to contact him for an entire month before he decided to move on.

Sure, if he had wanted he could have probably found you, he had his ways.

But maybe it was better this way.

A lovely memory of a week full of passion and, at least for him, love.

He jumped when the car door flew open and his sister got into the car with a long sigh.

„So you ditch work for my son now?“ She asked, the car already moving towards the skyscraper that held his company.

„Do you want to spend all afternoon handling Daniel on the sugar rush I just promised to him?“ He asked, cocking his eyebrow.

„You make a valid point,“ she mused, before letting her head fall down against his shoulder.

„I’m glad he has you,“ she said quietly and Harry kissed the side of her head. Her divorce had been equally as dirty as his, maybe even more because a child had been involved. Her ex made her life a living hell until Harry stepped in and…. Not exactly threatened but…. Very pointedly reminded him that he could ruin his life in every possible way if he didn’t stop ruining his sisters life.

Family was above everything for him, and his ex brother in law had been fucking with his family too much. He hadn’t seen the man in two years, not since he signed the divorce papers and fucked off to somewhere in Europe.

Both him and his sister enjoyed the quiet in the car before it stopped in front of a tall building. Them carpooling to work had become a regular occurrence since Daniel started school.

„See you at dinner?“ Sarah asked and Harry nodded, helping her out of the car. They might work in the same company, but they did not see each other much.

His sister was all he had left of his family. Younger by almost ten years he was fiercely protective over her and everyone knew it.

The board member who challenged her seat at the table three years after she had started working at his company had been so pissed for Harry voting him out, he still once in a while gave a shitty interview when he needed some more money.

Sarah and him parted ways once the elevator door opened and Harry was immediately welcomed by his personal assistant Lou who was walking him through his day.

„Sarah is gonna take the meeting with the French. I promised ice cream to a little boy,“ Harry said as the walked through the door of his sleek office. It overlooked central park and if he looked closely enough he could see the building his penthouse was in on the other side of it.

„I’ll let them know. I think that’s all. Luxor replied to your proposition, but I haven’t had the chance to read through it yet,“ Lou said and Harry nodded before he sat down at his desk.

„I’ll take a look. If you don’t hear any glass shattering they agreed,“ Harry joked and Lou rolled his eyes. He liked the young man, loved that he did not take any bullshit from anyone and especially him.

„Oh before I forget, the delivery of the marble for your kitchen renovation has been pushed back again. I will call there and ask what the hold up is, once it’s not the middle of the night in Italy,“ Lou said and Harry sighed.

„Should just have taken the damn stone that was available,“ he mumbled, a little annoyed.

He had let his interior designer talk him into some (probably) overpriced marble for his kitchen countertops and island that had been delayed four times already. Everything was finished except for the marble. And while yes, he knew whining about his 16 million dollar penthouse being a construction site was whining on a level most people would bully him for, but he was still annoyed.

„Do me a favour and just tell the interior designer to pick some available fucking stone if they postpone again? I really wanna be able to use my own kitchen after nine months!“ He said and Lou nodded.

„I’ll let you know,“ he said before he closed the door behind him and let Harry alone in his office.

He reached for the cup of coffee that had already been placed on his desk, taking a sip as his laptop powered up.

Five hours before he gets to leave.

All in all, your first full day teaching at the new school had gone very well.

Miss Cooper, who was heavily pregnant and would leave at the end of this week, had taken you into the classroom and you had spend and hour answering every single question the kids had.

Of course you having your own horse that was now living its best life on a ranch outside of your hometown (your father’s best friend had taken it in for you) was the one topic that was most interesting.

During lunch break you went into the daycare to pick up Emily, wanting to have lunch with her.

She told you about all the friends she had already made, clumsily stumbling over her own words when she forgot to take a breath. You were glad she was settling in so well.

As promised you were waiting for her outside of the daycare once your class was finished for the day, Miss Cooper telling you she would take over seeing the kids out. You decided to join her instead, Emily settled against your hip. She was very tired.

The school ground was filled with parents and children alike, all waiting to go home after a long day of learning. Emily’s head was leaning against your shoulder as you watched over the chaos.

„There is a list with who is authorised to pick up the kids. I think you’ll have down the faces of the people who usually come to pick up down quickly. If someone else is picking a child up, the person in the morning usually lets us know. Like today, Daniel is not getting picked up by his mother, but by his uncle,“ she ran a finger down her list.

„Here he is. Harry Castillo,“ Miss Cooper said and you swore you could feel your heart stop for a small moment, before it picked up again.

„Oh I remember him. Super nice and super attractive,“ she whispered for only you to hear and you smiled a little.

„Don’t let your husband hear that,“ you tried to joke, making her chuckle. She rubbed her hand over her belly and sighed.

„Is a baby in there?“ Emily chose to ask in that moment, pointing towards her and you both laughed.

„Indeed there is. A little baby boy that will hopefully come out sooner than later,“ she joked, with a fond smile.

„Cool,“ was all Emily said and you rolled your eyes a little, kissing her head.

„Daniel! Your uncle is here!“ Miss Cooper called over her shoulder and little footsteps were quickly approaching from behind. You pulled Emily closer, turned your back towards the front where he must be approaching.

It couldn’t be him, right?

There probably were a million Harry Castillo’s out there.

„Miss Cooper!“ You heard a voice behind you and you closed your eyes for a moment, your shoulders tensing because you knew that voice.

„Mister Castillo. I heard there will be ice cream today?“ Miss Cooper made small talk while you still had your back towards them, seemingly keeping an eye on the children.

„We are also gonna search for a birthday gift for his mom,“ he explained.

„That sounds like a perfect plan,“ Miss Cooper said before she met your eyes.

„This is the lovely woman who is gonna replace me when I go on maternity leave at the end of the week,“ she added your name and you took a deep breath before you finally turned around, lips pressed into a tight smile.

His lips parted the moment his eyes found yours and he whispered your name.

He was still as handsome as you remembered, a little more grey in his hair than before maybe.

He blinked at you, then his focus slipped to Emily who was about to fall asleep in your arms. The girl who looked so much like him.

„Uncle Harry!“ Daniel’s voice interrupted this reunion, crashing into Harry’s side who shook his head for a moment before he picked Daniel up with a groan and a wide smile.

„Hey there buddy! You ready for ice cream?“

„For lunch?“ Daniel gasped and Harry winked at him with a nod.

„Where is your coat?“ Miss Cooper asked and Daniel’s eye became big.

„Inside,“ he whispered and Harry put him down.

„Come on, I’m going in with you. Need to go to the restroom for the fiftieth time today,“ she joked, before walking away and into the building with Daniel.

Which left you alone with him.

When you finally looked at him again, he was already looking at you. He looked confused. Happy? Shocked?

„You never called,“ he said quietly and you released a long breath.

You shook your head.

„How….“ He looked at Emily again who was now fast asleep in your arms.

„How old is she?“ He croaked.

„She’s turning three in four months,“ you whispered and you saw the moment he did the math, his lips parting, before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

„And you never called?“ He whispered, eyes watering.

„What we had? I didn’t want to… I didn’t think it would be the same. We didn’t know each other. Not really. I wanted it… to stay a beautiful memory. It’s why I threw your number away before I even reached the airport,“ you tried to explain.

You looked away from him and over the by now almost empty schoolyard.

„And when I found out that I was pregnant? It was too late,“ you added quietly.

„You are right. It was a beautiful memory,“ he said and you looked up at him. You heard the door behind you open.

„But maybe now you’ll give me chance to make more of those memories?“ He asked and you gulped.

„We can go!“ Daniel, wearing his coat now, impatiently took Harry’s hand who laughed.

„I’ll see you tomorrow,“ Harry said, taking one last look at you and at Emily before he turned away, letting Daniel pull him towards the street.

When they were gone, you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, your mind running wild.

He was here.

Harry was here

In a city of over 8 million people you ran into him on your first day at work.

And he knew about you and Emily now.

Kissing her head you slowly turned around to walk into the building to get your bags.

A part of you was scared what a man with as much money and power could do now that he knew he had a child.

But the bigger part of you, the one that never admitted even to yourself that you fell in love with Harry on that island, was holding on to the hope that maybe all of this was faith.

And the start of something beautiful.

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