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buckets-and-trees · 2 months ago

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Welcome Home, Pumpkin [sugar]

Characters/Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x curvy Female!Reader Word Count: 2k Summary: Bad ethics. Zero impulse control. This is what everyone says about him. What will it mean for you tonight?

Content/Warnings: pregnancy talk, use of pet name "Pumpkin," established relationship, explicit smut (vaginal intercourse, slight overstimulation, fingering, marking/biting), dacryphilia, dirty talk

Notes: This is one of three in a set of short stories with Lloyd served three ways - soft, soft!dark, and dark. The three will feature the same setting, overlapping themes, shared thoughts, and bits of dialogue. Sugar is the soft version. Also, this is the first time I've written something significant for just Lloyd - I've had him in a multi-character piece and some thots/drabbles, but *takes deep breath* first solo project for him from me! Thank you @stargazingfangirl18 for holding my hand periodically throughout this!

sugar pumpkin | spiced pumpkin | smashed pumpkin

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You shut the door behind you and sigh, happy to be home after a long day - a long week, really.

You kick off your shoes, drop your bag, and turn on some music before padding down the hallway to your bedroom, more than ready to change from your more professional clothes to something comfy to lounge in the rest of the evening.

You jump when a deep, serious voice you aren’t expecting says, “Welcome home, Pumpkin.”

Your heart rockets into your throat, hand flying to your chest. “Lloyd Hansen!”

He chuckles, rising from the spot he’d been perched on the edge of the bed.

“You’re not supposed to be here!”

He makes a show of bowing slightly, “And yet, here I am.”

You hesitate in the doorway, studying the face of the man you are so familiar with. The steel blue eyes, the sharp jawline, the ridiculous mustache you’ve come to love.

You can sense he’s eager, impatient, but he will wait for you to come to him.

As if you’ve been anything but drawn to this man since the day you two first crossed paths. He was dangerous and certainly not suited for you. Yet that had changed, little by little, until you couldn’t imagine living your life without this fierce man folded into every part of it, and every part of your heart.

“Are you going to tell me what you’re keeping from me?” he asks, lifting his chin just a fraction.

And oh that look does something to you - the delicious swoop in your stomach that always makes you weak and eager for him.

Slowly, you take measured steps toward him, biting your lip.

How will he react?

It’s been the question on your mind all week.

“Pumpkin?” he presses, tone low, calculated.

Two final steps to bring you nearly toe to toe with him and you reach for his hand.

“There’s a little pumpkin on the way,”

Lloyd opens and then closes his mouth.

You can hear the beats of one of your favorite songs drifting to you down the hallway from the kitchen, and your heart races in anticipation, needing him to say something.

You scrunch your nose. “Have I finally rendered you speechless?” you laugh, but there’s a nervous edge to it.

You’ve only spoken about children once, and it was fast, but that was then and hypothetically, and this was now and reality.

Lloyd sits back on the bed, tugging you forward to stand between his legs. He brings each of his large hands to your hips, then slowly rubs up and down your sides, eyes focusing on your stomach.

“I knew it,” he whispers.

You place your hands gently on his broad shoulders. You leave the left one there, but your right hand smoothes over the tightly corded muscles, then up his neck until you’re cupping his jaw, encouraging him to look up at you.

“Fuck. I wasn’t made to be a good father,” he says.

You brush your fingers over his forehead. You’re the only one who gives him softness. Sometimes he leans into your touch, but this isn’t one of those times. His mind is too locked into this revelation.

You tip your head down and press a kiss to his lips. He does kiss you back, and his hands squeeze your waist.

“You weren’t made to be a good husband either,” you say, pulling back for a moment, looking directly in his eyes, “but you’re the husband I want.”

In one swift motion, Lloyd flips you around and has you on the bed pinned beneath him, body pressing into yours. He growls into your mouth as he claims you in another kiss. He props himself up slightly on one arm, and his other hand reaches to tear the front of your shirt open, rending the fabric in two. You look up at him, waiting with bated breath.

“I’d burn down the world for you, you know that?”

“Mhmm,” you hum. Your body surges up, pelvis seeking his. “I do.”

He gives you what you want, grinding down into you, and you moan. “And fuck if I’m not already ready to burn it down for them, too,” he murmurs, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses down your chest. He pauses above your belly, tracing his fingers over your soft curves, where you’ll soon start to grow with his child.

Lloyd's touch is reverent, almost hesitant, as his fingers ghost over your skin. You've never seen him like this before - so gentle, so in awe. It makes your heart swell with love for this complicated man.

"I never thought..." he trails off, voice thick with emotion.

You card your fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue. "Never thought what, my love?"

He looks up at you, eyes shining. "That I could have this. A family. Something pure and good."

You cup his face in your hands, drawing him up for a tender kiss.

"You deserve it," you whisper against his lips. "We deserve it."

Lloyd pulls back slightly, studying your face with an intensity that makes your breath catch. His thumb traces your cheekbone, then brushes over your bottom lip.

"I don't deserve you," he says, voice low and rough. He pulls back slightly, searching your eyes. "I've done terrible things, Pumpkin. Things that would make you run if you knew. But I'm too selfish to let you go."

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "I’ve told you before: I'm not going anywhere."

His lips crash into yours, hungry and demanding. You respond with equal fervor, arching into him as his hands roam your body, knowing every inch of it intimately after so much time spent like this, body to body, skin to skin, the rest of the world forgotten.

Lloyd breaks the kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more. He trails his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. You gasp and tilt your head, giving him better access.

"Mine," he growls against your throat. "All mine."

"Yes," you breathe, fingers tangling in his hair. "Yours, Lloyd. Always yours."

His hands slide down to your hips, gripping them possessively. He pulls back to look at you, eyes dark with desire and something else - a fierce protectiveness that makes your heart race.

He yanks the clothing completely down and off your bottom half, and then he’s between your legs, cock out, and pushing his thick, blunt head inside you. You moan and clutch at his chest.

Lloyd growls, grabs your wrists, and pins them above your head in one of his giant hands.

Then he proceeds to fuck you.

Slowly.

Lloyd's pace is agonizing, each thrust deep and deliberate. You melt into him, and your eyes slip closed, but he won't allow it.

"Look at me," he demands, voice rough. He grips your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "That's it, Pumpkin. Let me see that pretty face.”

You don’t realize you are crying until you feel Lloyd thumbing the tears away from your cheek. Your heart skips a beat as you stare into his fierce, blue eyes. Lloyd's mustache twitches as he smirks, clearly enjoying the way you’ve gotten lost in the moment.

It only seems to spur Lloyd on, his thrusts becoming harder, but not faster. Each powerful movement forces small whimpers from your lips.

"Such sweet sounds," Lloyd murmurs, his breath hot across your face. "I can’t fucking get enough of hearing you sing for me like this."

Your body trembles beneath Lloyd's, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze and the relentless rhythm of his hips. You strain against his grip on your wrists, desperate to touch him, to pull him closer.

"Please," you whimper, arching your back. "Lloyd, I need…"

He chuckles darkly, nipping at your earlobe. "What do you need, Pumpkin? Tell me."

"You," you gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you. "All of you. Faster, harder…"

Lloyd releases your wrists, allowing you to wrap your arms around him and pull him flush against you. His muscular body covers yours completely as he picks up the pace, driving into you with renewed vigor.

"Like this?" he growls, snapping his hips forcefully.

"Yes!" you cry out, digging your nails into his back. "Oh god, yes!"

Lloyd buries his face in your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there as he pounds into you relentlessly. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your breathless moans.

You feel the tension building within you, coiling tighter and tighter with each powerful thrust. Lloyd's breath is ragged against your neck, his muscular body moving with a primal intensity that leaves you dizzy with desire.

"That's it," he growls, voice low and gravelly. “Fucking come around my cock, Mrs. Hansen.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you arch into him, chasing your release. Lloyd shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly stars explode behind your eyelids. You cry out his name as you come.

Lloyd growls in satisfaction as he feels you clench around him, your body shuddering with pleasure. He doesn't slow his pace, driving you through your orgasm and beyond. The overstimulation makes you whimper and clutch at his shoulders.

"Lloyd," you gasp, voice trembling. "I can't—"

"You can," he insists, his tone brooking no argument. "And you will. Give me another, Pumpkin."

His hand snakes between your bodies, finding your sensitive bundle of nerves. He rubs tight circles there, timing his movements with with his thrusts.

Your body responds to Lloyd's expert touch, despite your protests. The overstimulation borders on painful, but the pleasure builds again, impossibly intense. You're trembling, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as Lloyd pushes you relentlessly towards another peak.

"That's it," he growls, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. "Show me how good I make you feel."

With a keening cry, you shatter again, your body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over you. Lloyd's movements become erratic as he chases his own release. His fingers dig into your hips, sure to leave bruises, but you don't care. You want to be marked by him, to carry the evidence of his passion on your skin.

"Fuck," he growls, his voice strained. "You're so goddamn perfect."

With a final, powerful thrust, Lloyd buries himself deep inside you and comes with a guttural groan. You feel the warmth of his release filling you, and you cling to him, savoring the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress.

You can feel his heart thundering against your chest, but Lloyd's weight is comforting, grounding you as your own heartbeat slowly returns to normal.

As you both come down, you lace the fingers of one of your hands with his, and your other hand drops down to stroke softly up and down his back.

Finally, Lloyd lifts his head from the crook of your neck, his steel blue eyes searching your face. His expression is softer now, a tenderness there that only you ever get to see.

But still, there’s a ghost of a smirk on his face. “You make me crazy, Mrs. Hansen.”

You laugh. “Don’t you mean, ‘I love you, Mrs. Hansen?’”

Lloyd's eyes crinkle at the corners as he chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that reverberates through your body. "Isn't that what I said?" he teases, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You roll your eyes playfully, but your heart swells with affection. "I love you too, you impossible man."

He shifts, carefully rolling off you but keeping you close, tucking you against his side. His hand splays possessively over your stomach, and you can't help but smile at the gesture.

"A little pumpkin," he whispers.

“Ours,” you join your hand over his.

“Fuck,” he says, and you laugh and kiss him again.

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hysteria-things · 3 months ago

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(say the reader is famous also, but not an influencer—maybe like a well known model) hear me out, being close friends with madi and you guys end up moving in together and getting your first apartment

and you come home later than usual one night after ‘hanging out’ with matt and madi knows something is up just by the way you’re walking all slow and stuff and you eventually tell her that you had sex with matt for the first time and she’s just like “omgggggg????? tell me EVERYTHING!” and despite not being able to laugh too hard or else you’ll feel like your pussy is going to rip open LOL you two are just sitting on the couch giggle and talking about the whole thing

PERFECT

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft dom!matt x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: although you’re a well-known model, you’ve been feeling insecure about your body lately. matt thinks it’s bogus, and wants to prove you wrong.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, insecurity, praising, oral (female receiving), pet names, p in v

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,075

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i kind of hate this😔

before you and matthew sturniolo started seeing each other, he would always lurk on your instagram page. the two of you met through madi, who is your best friend. you guys met at an event a few years ago and clicked instantly. fast forward to today’s time, where you now share an apartment.

you noticed matt being subtle on your page at the beginning of whatever you guys have going on. no, it’s not friends with benefits, being that you guys haven’t had sex yet. he would leave comments such as fire emojis or hypes until he was brave enough to text you a few months ago. that’s how your relationship came to be. nobody knows about it, not even madi or his brothers. you guys made the mutual decision to keep it on the down low for now.

walking through the boy’s bedroom door, you go over to the side of the bed that you sleep on, gathering some of your belongings. you just got back from a photoshoot. being a model has its ups and downs, especially when you’re on the chubbier side. you get a lot of praise from your fans, saying how you’re an inspiration. sometimes, however, it can be frustrating.

“i don’t get a kiss or even a hug?” matt says, who looks away from his phone to stare at you putting your stuff in the overnight bag you always bring.

you look over your shoulder and smile. “sorry.”

as you’re placing the bag down, he’s already sat up and sitting at the end of the bed. you go to kiss him on the temple, but instead, he pulls you over his lap to where you straddle him — although you hover a bit.

he pouts. “you’re not staying the night again?”

shaking your head, you brush a piece of hair away from his face. “i told madi i’ll be home tonight. i feel bad whenever i leave her alone, and i can’t keep up with the ‘my mom needs me to sleepover’ excuse.”

a sigh comes out as more of a groan, his lips traveling to your jaw, pecking down your neck and nipping at the skin. “you can’t put marks, matt.” you say in a whine as he reaches your sweet spot. you take a look at the clock on the nightstand, reading 9:14 pm. “it’s getting late and i have to go. i mean it.”

you get out of his grasp, another sigh leaving his body more dramatically.

matt furrows his eyebrows; something’s not right. he can sense something is bothering you, he just can’t put his finger on it. “what’s wrong?”

laughing nervously, you shake your head. “i’ll get over it.”

“that’s not what i asked— hey.” when you ignore him, he grabs your wrist to turn you around. “look at me, please. tell me what’s bothering you.”

you hate how matt’s so good at this game. he can tell when you’re upset, even in the slightest way possible. you can sugarcoat your true feelings with fake happiness, and he’ll still notice that something isn’t right.

on occasion, you like to look at comments under the recent posts that you make. most of the comments are positive, but one of the downsides of the modeling community is the negative ones. you try your best to ignore them, but sometimes they hurt. this is one of those times.

“i don’t like my body.” you barely whisper, fidgeting with his necklace as you think back to the haters.

“what?” he asks confused.

“forget about it.” you start, tugging at your hoodie sleeves. “seriously, i’ll get over it. it’s stupid people saying shit online. it happens to everybody. it’s fine.”

you do love your job, don’t get yourself wrong, but showing off your body in lingerie as a career can attract the wrong people. in general, it’s quite nerve-wracking. he kisses your cheek before his breath is against your ear. “you’re fucking gorgeous.” he bites the lobe. “let me show you, hm?”

his fingertips brush from your thighs to the hem of your shirt. “can i?” a pulsing sensation starts between your legs, taking your bottom lip with your teeth and nodding.

your shirt ends up on the floor, matt reaching behind your back to unclip your bra that ends up where your other piece of clothing is. he stares, a wide grin plastering his face. “shit.” he says lowly, squeezing your breasts before running his hands down to the buttons of your shorts. the pulsing remains, becoming much stronger.

heart thumping, you don’t make a peep as your shorts and underwear drop to the ground. you’re refusing to look down at your body, but that’s all matt is admiring. a chill runs up your spine as his lips kiss your flesh like before, but it’s more heated while you’re naked and he’s still fully clothed.

they trail to your tits, matt kneeling to reach your stomach and kissing your stretch marks, too. “so pretty.” he mumbles, ending at your thighs and repeating these actions until you’re face to face again.

going over to the bed, he lays back flat and gestures for you to come over as well. you hesitate but do so. he maneuvers your body to hover over him, or in this case, over his face. “i don’t want to hurt you.” you whine, knowing what he wants you to do.

the eye roll is so intense that it’s like you said the most out-of-pocket thing he’s ever heard in his life. “you’re soaked.” he exhales. “all of this for me?”

pink creeps on your cheeks and you nod like how you did before. being so turned on makes it almost impossible to speak. squeezing your plush thighs to keep you in place, he lowers you onto his mouth.

a gasp falls past your lips, his tongue flicking at your folds. you want to get pressure off of him at least a little bit, but he has you fully sat on his face, and he fucking loves it. soft moans along with the slurping noise fill the room, matt’s head shaking at times to feel all of you on his tongue. your pussy tastes incredible to him.

sucking at your clit, his tongue enters your sopping hole. you throw your head back, chest heaving when your moans turn into whimpers. he has you stable in his grip, pure bliss fogging your brain. “oh my god!” you cry out, slamming your eyes shut and grabbing onto his hair.

matt hums, the vibration making your legs close around his head. a hotness forms in your tummy, orgasm building the more his muscle laps in your cunt. “mm— i’m gonna cum.” you gasp, his mouth returning to your clit and sucking at your bud. you swear out loud, legs shaking while you make a mess on his face. you feel his tongue lick the excess cum from your thighs, flinching every time he does so.

in the blink of an eye, he uses his strength to flip you onto your back. your breath hitches as he runs his bottom lip up your body, the clinking of his belt entering your ears until his pants fall join the clothing pile. leaning up to take his shirt off, a grin plasters over his face, admiring your body in every way possible. you lift your head to look down at his rock-hard cock, mouth watering at the sight.

he wraps his hand gently around your throat to push your head back onto the mattress. “you want this dick?” he coos, teasing the tip at your entrance to coat it with your juices. you whine lowly, rutting your hips to get more friction. “hm?”

“y-yes.” you stammer, letting out a choked moan as matt starts pushing himself slowly into your hole. the stretch feels mesmerizing, your eyes fluttering closed when he rolls his hips.

“this pussy has been waiting for this.” he says, humming with contentment when your walls wrap around him. “you look so sexy underneath me.”

“f-faster, please.” you choke out, gripping onto the sheets by your sides.

the movement of his hips plow into you more, your ass slapping against his thighs and an erotic sound comes from where you two are conjoined. numerous curses and whimpers escape your body. his balls slap repeatedly against your clit, the feeling making you gasp and your legs shake. “fuck, matt! yeah!”

“i bet those haters are just jealous they can’t have this beautiful body to themselves.” he starts, pausing to catch his breath. “they can’t fuck it like i can.”

“y-you can’t say that.” you whimper, until the two fingers without rings pacify you. you gag a little around them before you start to suck on them, drool dribbling down your chin. the bed starts to squeak when you wrap your legs around his waist to have him go deeper, your moans muffled by his fingers when he hits your g-spot, back arching from the bed.

“there she is.” he whispers, smiling proudly. “that’s it. you want to cum, baby?”

you clench around his shaft, legs shaking more than they were before. you nod eagerly, the knot tightening in your belly. matt groans, watching your hands go to your breasts to tease and pinch the nipples for more stimulation. you can’t make it out, but you could’ve sworn he mumbles so hot under his breath when his dick twitches inside of you. your eyes roll back, mouth opening wide to scream of pleasure.

body trembling, the knot becomes undone when your cum smears down his red dick, the sight having matt pull out with a whimper. he strokes himself a few times before painting your stomach white.

he collapses on top of you, pecking your lips and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. you get a glimpse of the clock and sigh. 10:32 pm. talk about getting home early.

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you finally get to your apartment complex forty-five minutes or so later. you live on the third floor and usually take the stairs, but you’re so soar that you wobble yourself into the elevator. you walk as fast as your legs can take you down the hallway to your front door, keys jingling once you tap the key fab to open it. a beep noise echos, meaning you succeeded.

once you turn the handle, you're greeted with the TV lighting up the living room and madi’s head snapping in your direction where she’s sitting on the couch. “it’s about time! did you not see my texts or calls? you had me worried. you’re never this late after a shoot.”

“i’m sorry.” you exhale. “i had to make a pit stop.”

her eyes slit, watching the way you’re semi-limping to the seat next to her. you grunt when you manage to sit, looking over to see her mouth agape but smiling. “what?”

“you had sex.”

“you don’t know that.” you scoff, but hide your face as much as possible when you blush, reminiscing about tonight.

“girl.” she gives you the are-you-serious stare. “you’re practically shining with the post-orgasm glow, and you came walking in here like an old lady. who was it with? do i know them? tell me, tell me, tell me!”

madi grabs onto your arms and shakes them in excitement, bouncing on her knees on the cushion. “mattandihavebeenseeingeachotherbehindeverbody’sbacks.”

her nose scrunches. “huh?”

you exhale sharply, checking your phone that’s on your lap to see some messages from the boy that had you screaming on his cock over an hour ago. “matt and i have been seeing each other behind everybody’s backs.”

she claps her hands once, awfully loud, before pointing at you. “i fucking knew it. tell me everything. pretty please.”

so you do. you explain everything — well, you leave out the explicit details — and she’s beaming the whole time as you speak. your phone goes off again, and she grabs it before you can. “madi, come on!” you screech between giggles. she reads the messages with wide eyes, and you peek over her shoulder to see.

matt :)

babe

you left your bra here

should i try it on?

i’ll look good in it

hello :(

did you fall asleep already?

i think we should make it official

be my girlfriend please

i’ll see you tomorrow

i love you

whoops never said that before

oh well!

goodnight <3

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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v4nill4s · 3 months ago

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out of my head, tonight

pairing: bi-han x afab reader

tags: nsfw, 18+, smut, fluff, vaginal sex, riding, nipple play, grinding, creampie, dacryphilia.

word count: 1091

summary: When Bi-Han called you to his office to give a last look over tomorrow’s attack plan, you were already in bed. So, you decided that, fuck it, you’re going in pajamas. And then he gets a boner.

He can’t be serious, you think, when Bi-Han knocks at your door at three in the morning. After a long day, you were finally getting ready to sleep, and now the grandmaster summons you to go over tomorrow’s plan. He’s lucky you’re even awake.

You begrudgingly open the door. And then realize too late that you’re still in pajamas. Well, whatever.

“Does it need to be right now?” you ask incredulously.

“I apologize for the time, but there have been some unforeseen changes to the situation, we need to go over it as soon as possible. I’m sure you understand.”

“Yeah, I get it.” And right now, should be when you ask for a minute to get changed. But maybe the meeting will be over fast and you can get back to bed, so who really cares. Besides, the nightgown isn’t that bad.

You step out the door and walk with Bi-Han to his office. The way there is quiet, but from time to time you feel his gaze on you. Every time you look at him questioning, he looks away. When you reach the door, he motions you to enter first, and you do so.

He follows suit and goes over to his desk, sitting in his chair. Pulling out some maps from the drawer, he begins, “So, about tomorrows infiltration…” You lean on the desk, hands supporting you. “It seems that this area,” he points to the back entrance of the fortress, where you planned to use as an access point, “is going to be more heavily guarded than we initially thought.”

“Hm… What about the underground passage?” you offer, moving to rest on your forearms instead.

“It’s an option, but we can’t be sure of what’s in there.” He finally looks up from the map, but his eyes don’t meet yours. Instead, they get caught in your chest, and you realize that in your position, the dress exposes your cleavage. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes when he notices you caught him, his voice a little strained.

“No need,” you say, readjusting the strap of your dress so it hangs further up. “We really can’t get past their defenses in the back?”

“Not with our current numbers.” Right, it was supposed to be a stealth mission, so not many are included to not draw too much attention. You circle around the desk to get a better view of the map, settling beside Bi-Han. You notice how he avoids looking at you, words still coming out stiff. “I was thinking of going in through the west, but it would take a lot longer.”

You go to answer, but your eyes catch the slight bulge in his pants. Oh. Well, you should probably ignore it. It’s not like he meant for you to see it. Still, perhaps you can play a little with him. You loosen your nightgown, so that the extra skin is once again exposed.

And then, you’re being pulled to his lap, your thighs straddling him, his hands on your hips. You can finally feel his erection on you. But then he doesn’t do anything, except look a bit absent-minded. “Fuck, I’m sorry. You’re just…”

Yeah, maybe this is your fault. But maybe you’re also enjoying seeing the usually composed grandmaster lose his mind for you. “I told you, don’t be sorry.” Your hand moves to the back of his neck, and he immediately understands and comes forward to kiss you.

It’s messy, exploratory, how he licks into your mouth, how you gasp at the feeling. His hands move to grope your chest through your clothes, thumbs circling your nipples, and he’s overpowering all of your senses. You can feel the head of his cock against your pussy, the layers of fabric lessening the friction, but it still pulls a moan out of you.

He dives lower, latching onto the skin on your neck, licking and sucking. Your eyes fall shut, breaths coming ragged as he litters your skin with kisses and bites that are sure to leave bruises tomorrow. You hope they’re visible.

Suddenly, Bi-Han pulls back with a groan, and you go to protest at the loss, but before you can, he’s hurriedly taking off your dress, leaving you in just your panties. Oh, you forgot you didn’t even put on a bra before coming here. That actually explains… a lot.

“Wanted to do that since I saw you in your room.”

Then, he’s lapping his tongue at your nipple, the cold sensation hardening it. One of his hands moves to your other tit, massaging the skin, whines escaping your lips. You might actually be going insane, because how the hell is this man so good at this. Your hands shoot up to his hair, tugging at it when he licks just right.

His tongue circles the hard nub, and he bites down lightly while his thumb rolls over your other one, and it’s all too much. You grind down in search of more contact, feel his hardness rub against you, but he keeps his mouth on you. He sucks your nipple like you’re his respite, like he needs it to survive.

“Bi-Han…” you plead, tears beginning to fill your eyes.

You’re so wet at this point, your panties are already soaked. Bi-Han parts from you, and god, he looks so pretty with heavy-lidded eyes, hair falling from his bun. He presses his hand to your pussy, feeling just how much you want him, and uses his thumb to slide your panties to the side. “You need me that bad?”

He slides his fingers through your folds, collecting the wetness, and brings them to his mouth. As he licks around his fingers, he maintains eye contact, his gaze filled with lust. You nod, afraid of what might come out if you try to answer with words.

“Then take it.”

Lifting yourself off Bi-Han’s lap momentarily, you pull down his pants. His cock jumps to his stomach, and you whimper at the sight. He’s so much thicker than you expected, bigger than you’ve ever taken, and you need him inside.

Once you’re lined up over him, you lower yourself slowly, getting accustomed to his length. When you finally get down to the base, both of you moan unabashedly. Your pussy leaks around him, making a mess on his lap. You feel so full, it’s addicting.

Slowly, you raise your hips again, but when you go to drop down, Bi-Han pulls you down instead, his hands on your waist, and you gasp in surprise when he hits just the right spot. Of course he wouldn’t give up control, you think. One of his hands moves to support you from underneath, gripping at your ass, and he helps you up again.

He assists your movements, and you’re grateful for it. Wet sounds fill the room as he thrusts up to meet you halfway, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Keeping his pace, he says between groans, “You’re doing so well for me.”

It shouldn’t affect you as much as it does, but you yank his hair harder, eyes falling closed, and he smirks seeing the reaction his words have on you. He fills you up completely with each thrust, both of you unable to keep quiet, and the sheer notion that somebody might hear brings you closer.

“I need to… need…” your words so muddled they’re barely coherent.

Your hand snaps to your pussy, rubbing your clit, and you feel how he’s close too, pace becoming faster and more irregular. As he guides your moves, his hold on you grows colder, icy particles forming beneath his hands. It sends shivers through you, both the way he loses control of his cryomancy and the fact that you’re the reason.

You come abruptly, the sensation ticking through your whole body, and you’re full-on sobbing now. Bi-Han groans when you clench around him, vibrating on his cock, and he pulls you closer, hands gripping you tighter.

“Oh fuck…” is all warning he gives before coming inside you, moans spilling past his lips carelessly. You appreciate how he doesn’t try to hide the sweet sounds, either from you or anyone who could pass by at this hour. He looks so disheveled; more hair fell out of his bun and now sticks to his forehead, expressions scantly concealed.

“You’re beautiful,” you say. The orgasm apparently left you with no filter. You kiss the curve of his nose, and he smiles in a way you hadn’t thought him capable of.

His thumb rises to your cheek, wiping the tears. Then, he moves to cup your jaw and compels you to his mouth. The kiss is almost gentle, in midst of his saliva and your own slick he tasted before. You hardly have the energy to kiss him as intensely as you want to, but your hands still grasp at his biceps, wanting for more.

His cum slides down your thigh when he reluctantly maneuvers you off him, still on his lap though, and you shift uncomfortably. “We need to rest. Tomorrow’s mission is going to be very demanding.” he says, though the hesitation is clear in his voice. Now that you think about it, it’s going to be very hard to focus with… him on your mind. And there’s also the fact that your legs feel like jelly.

“What if we… delayed the mission,” you propose, unsure.

Bi-Han raises his eyebrows slightly, and it very visibly crosses his mind what this little session implied for your fighting capabilities. “That could be arranged.”

“In that case, can you—”

“Go to sleep. I’ll find you tomorrow.”

Oh. You were half expecting him to fuck you right now, but at least he’s promising a tomorrow. He’s right, you are sleepy, and it must be almost four in the morning by this point. Though you would very much sleep better with him by your side.

“Come with me,” you say, still kind of in a daze. It’s not a question, and he doesn’t treat it like one. He gets up from the chair and sets you down comfortably on it while he gathers your discarded clothes. After pulling his pants back up, he dresses you up again and picks you up bridal style. There’s no one else awake, and the corridors are quiet as he makes his way to your room.

You almost fall asleep in his arms, but eventually he gets there and places you on your bed. Bi-Han removes his shirt, making himself comfortable, and lies down next to you. He didn’t take off his clothes before, so you didn’t get to see it, but now the multitude of scars and blemishes across his chest and abdomen are visible.

He looks almost sinful, the moonlight that shines through the window outlining his ungodly sculpted muscles. You can’t resist the urge to trace your fingertips over the skin, feeling the undoubtable result of years of rigorous training. Truly a sight to behold. You want to commit every detail to memory. Meanwhile, he keeps his eyes trained on you.

“What?” you ask.

“You look so pretty.” Funny how you were just thinking the same thing about him. It draws a smile from you. You pull your blanket over both of you and snug into him, arm draped over his torso, and it doesn’t take you long to fall asleep like that.

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luveline · 6 months ago

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hi Jade! Can I make a kbd request of Steve and the girls spoiling r for mothers day?🥹love u!

The spoiling starts early in the morning. Heavy, hot kisses from your husband, his thumb pressed gently to the column of your throat. “Love you,” he’d said. He’d been squeezing your side in his other hand as he said it, like he couldn’t keep the pressure in.

You shower, and Steve lays out soft loungewear for you to change into. He tends to Wren as you dress, shushing a big cry before it can start and wake her sisters, stooped over her bassinet. “Hello, honey,” he whispers sweetly, giving the bassinet a gentle rock. “Hello. Are you going to be a good girl today for your mommy? I think you are.”

You sit on the end of the bed, dressed. Mother’s Days are pretty good every year, like a second birthday, and you’re looking forward to a good long day of cuddly girls and kisses. Steve gets crazy acting like you’re the best thing since sliced bread (though he occasionally does it for no reason at all), and tonight you’re promised a hand just under your chest as he tells you how much you’ve given him.

But for now, you’ve got breakfast to make.

“Can I ask for something?”

Steve pulls Wren up into his arms with a self indulgent groan. “Oh, anything.”

“Can you make me hot chocolate?”

“It’s literally all I want. I need to make that for you right now, or I might die.” He beams and nudges your shoulder. “Come on, let’s go.”

You trail downstairs with him and Wren where she’s popped on his hip. She’s in the stage of life where she is still wholeheartedly just a baby, but a baby who can smile, and laugh, and communicate with you all and especially Dove. She started crawling just a few days ago, and she’s a happy, smiley girl when she isn’t annoyed at being put down.

Steve makes you hot chocolate so thick the spoon moves slowly when he puts it in. He kisses behind your ear as he places it in front of you at the table, Wren now safely transferred to a high chair beside you, where you’re feeding her mashed banana on a bendy spoon.

She smiles at you like you’re the light of her life.

“Is that nummy?” you ask.

“She’s getting chubby.”

“Yes she is,” you croon, giving her cheeks a squeeze with one hand. Her lips shine with banana spit. “She’s my chubby girl, oh, I love her. She’s growing up so fast, my sweet girl.”

Steve wraps his arms around you from behind. He doesn’t say anything, just hugs you lightly, long minutes of his touch as you feed the baby her breakfast and occasionally take a sip of your specially made drink.

“Are you saving up all the niceties for tonight?” you ask, tipping your head back to see him.

“I wrote it all down already on your card.” He speaks in a gentle tone like you had, leaning back to allow you comfortable space. “I’m just trying to get a load of you before Avery comes downstairs.”

Rousing and footsteps. “That’s sort of freaky.”

“I have a sixth sense.” He looks over your face with enough longing to feel like a touch, a finger running down your nose and over your mouth. “I’m gonna have to make more hot chocolate.”

Avery takes her time getting to the kitchen, but when she’s there, she’s quick to throw herself at your legs. “Mom,” she says, grinning at you, “it’s your day!”

“It is,” you say.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” She puckers for a big kiss.

The day is kiss after kiss after kiss. Steve has more than a card, he has a necklace for you with each of the girls initials embedded into small circles, and he has a bag of your favourite candy the size of your head, though he mentions it in private where the girls can’t hear him. Dove, once she and Beth wake up, has made you a drawing with flowers that you pin to the fridge with pride. Beth gives you a bouquet of mildly wilted flowers she and Steve had picked in the garden the night before, as well as some interesting stones, and an empty snail shell.

Avery, who you’d wondered after a few hours might have forgotten, presents you before dinner with a homemade book. She’s folded a few A4 pages and split the pages in half, topside illustration, and bottom half story. “It’s about you,” she says insistently.

The story is simple. You eating breakfast with them. You going to work (though what Avery thinks you do at work is a mystery, she draws you at a desk with a notebook and a big smile). You getting home, and kissing each of them, a speech bubble that says, “How are you, baby?” pointed from your mouth. You rub their backs, and sit down on the couch to read with them. You tuck them into bed and kiss them, and then Steve tucks you into bed and kisses you.

It’s amazingly close to the real deal, and her drawings are lovely. She’s taken so much care to write the story, you hold her for at least ten minutes after reading it.

“Thank you,” you say, your nose against her cheek. “I love being your mommy. It’s my favourite thing in the whole world.”

“I love you being my mommy.”

You squeeze her nice and tight.

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watsittoyah · 5 months ago

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The Devil's Playpen

A Obsessive!QIMIR X BLACK!FEMALE OC STAR WARS SMUT FIC

This is complete fiction, I do not own any characters of the star wars franchise however I own all characters of my own creation, as well as plot.

That being said, the themes will be dark, Qimir will have obsessive and possessive qualities. This story will be borderline grey morals, there will be trigger warnings in the beginning of every chapter that will be gruesome/sexual.

You’ve been warned little flower if you’d like to continue, please read forward, if not put this work of fiction down and go read the holy word…welcome to the Devils playpen…

Chapter 2) Fear Is Only A Four Letter Word

(Song: All Mine By Plaza)

Warning: Mutual masturbation, Mentions of suicide, Rough oral sex (male receiving), Self pleasure, back door eating (HE EATING GOOD TONIGHT LADIES!)

I can feel my mothers tears on my face as she hugs me.

“Mother I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-” I smell her burning flesh instantly and I want to vomit. When her now lifeless body falls against me, I see the figure who took her from me.

The figure was always Zen, but this time it’s…

“Qimir.” I wake up with a jolt and I’m no longer tied up in ropes. Instead I’m in a bed under a soft quilt.

I mentally curse my body because that means Qimir had to had touch me to get me into this bed.

A missed kill opportunity.

I go to get up, but I pause because I feel eyes on me.

I think fast about a weapon and he must’ve known what I was thinking because he says something that makes my skin crawl.

“You know looking for weapons won’t help you. I can always take it from you.” I cut my eyes at him. “So you want to come close to me or should I just come to you? Because the moment I get a weapon I’m going to-” He raises his hand to me and I become lifted in the air.

My throat is now in his hand and he looks me deep into my eyes. “Such a deadly little flower.” I can’t move. I can barely move my fingers and toes.

Of course he’s a force user.

“I hate you.” I hiss at him. “You hate me now, but you’ll learn to think otherwise, little flower…you know you talk in your sleep. Did your mother-”

“DON’T TALK ABOUT HER! SHUT UP!” I scream as I try to force my body to move. He looks at me with a smile crawling across his lips.

“You see you have this…” He squeezes my throat tighter, cutting off my air a bit. “…look in your eyes. It says you want to murder me. But that’s going to be difficult since I have the upper hand here.”

I start to feel my left side and before he can notice I bring my hand up and rake my nails across his face. He drops me instantly and I take a deep breathe.

I then take off running.

I’ll kill him and then I’ll get out of here.

First I need to find an exit, then maybe I can lure him out and then handle him.

I take a left and I can smell him not too far behind me.

He’s fucking gaining on me.

I take a right and halt around a corner. I press myself firmly against the wall and listen out for him. “You can’t run far, Akasha. I won’t let you leave this place. You’re not leaving me….” I heard him say as he stalks down the hall looking for me.

Once the coast is clear I take off down the hall in the opposite direction. I feel cold air drifting in from a room so I run inside and I see the light from outside.

I run faster and just when I feel like I have my freedom…

…I see that we’re on a high cliff.

I stop short and I see nothing but rocks and water as far as I could see. My legs give up from under me and I fall to my knees. I don’t even care that they’ll bruise.

I…I can’t stay here. I need to escape, I need to get my freedom back.

Before I know it, I’m walking down the halls, thinking about what I can do. How I can get off this fucking island.

How do I get this crazy son of a bitch to let me go?

You play the role he wants, tell him all he needs to hear and when the coast is clear, find a safe exit and slit his throat from ear to ear.

I smile to myself as I walk back to the bedroom and I make sure I play my roll well.

Don’t give in too easily, he will be suspicious. Be the cat in this mouse trap, Akasha.

I kneel in the middle of the room with my eyes closed listening for his panicked footsteps. His scent makes it to me before his presence does. I then hear him enter the room and I remain still.

“Look at my little flower, rooted where she belongs.” He says standing in front of me. I open my eyes and look at him, pretending I’m bored.

“Oh, you’re back?” He narrows his eyes at me and he grabs me by my upper arm. “Ouch!” I fake to him. He seems to like my plea because he squeezes harder. “I need to show you something. But you need to promise me you won’t try to run off again. Because if you do, I will leave you with a permanent scar on this intoxicating body of yours.” He says as he drags me off.

I give just enough resistance to make him think I’m going to fight him, but I follow along side him.

••••

Once we’re outside, I take in my surroundings and Qimir’s grip on my arm loosens but only by a fraction. “I am going to teach you how to concur your fear. But first you must address it.”

He lets me go and while he keeps his eyes on me, he goes into a bag that was outside and he pulls out a different light saber. I take a step back from him and he stands in front of me.

He points the handle my direction, motioning me to take it. But I don’t move a muscle. “Akasha, take it.” I shake my head. “No.” I tell him, not looking away from the light saber.

Suddenly I’m back into the bad place. I’m watching as the Jedi slaughter everyone and I’m trying my best to help mother escape.

Children’s lives were being snuffed out. Men are being brought to their knees. The few women we had left…all begging for mercy.

And what breaks my people apart is the slash and stabs of light sabers brought on by monsters who say they are the good guys.

When I blink, I’m not there. I have to remind myself that I am in the present and that I can’t get hurt. I live on for my people. I live on so I can get revenge for them.

Qimir, takes the Saber and puts it in my hand but I jerk away and snatch my hands back. “No! What are you trying to prove? I’m weak because of this stupid weapon? You win!” I yell at him.

“No, I’m showing you that you’re stronger than your demons. This fear? It hold you back from your full potential. Now take it!” He thrusts the saber into my hands and in an angered rush I snap on him.

I point the saber to his chest, in hopes that it will light up and kill him. But when I see his eyes soften, I get frustrated. I can’t help but go to hit him with my bare hands. He moves quick as he sees what I’m about to do.

He keeps my hands on the saber handle and he looks me in my eyes, with sadness.

I want to scratch his eyes out, how dare he look at me like that?

“Do you feel that, Akasha?” He squeezes my hands tightly and I want to scream. I want to throw a tantrum. He’s looking at me with pity. I’ll show him pity.

“Below the surface of consciousness are powerful emotions. Anger…fear, loss…desire.” When he says desire he looks down at my lips and then back up into my eyes. “T…that’s the path to the dark side.” I tell him, smelling his want and need.

Don’t lost focus, keep the anger. Keep the hate and make sure you attack. I tell myself.

He’s pitying you.

Don’t let him win.

“Semantics.” He says in a whisper. “What do you desire in this very moment, Akasha? Revenge for your people? Taking my life? Or deep down you have the desire to unlock your potential, in a way that I know is a guarantee?”

He flicks the saber from my grasp and it clatters to the ground.

His arousal is unmistakable as it’s starting to suffocate me.

The urge to bite him is strong.

I look away from his eyes and I stare at his lips, his tongue emerges and licks. I remember those lips suckling my clit, I remember his tongue worshiping my pussy.

My thighs clench with desire and I try to pull away but he pins me still with his hungered stare. He leans in close to my ear and he rubs his nose against my skin.

“I can smell how wet you are, Akasha. My desire, in this very moment is to bury my face between those delicious thick thighs of your and partake of that sweet pussy just like I did yesterday. Will you let me do that? Will you let me taste you again?”

A chill runs down my spine as I feel his cock pressed against my stomach. I choke back a moan as my clit throbs.

I want him to touch me.

Taste me.

I want him to lick me till my juices drip down his handsome face.

He flicks his tongue against my earlobe and I let out a small gasp. “Come with me, you haven’t bathed since yesterday and I’m sure you’d like that.” I’d like to sit on this man’s face, but before I could protest he tugs me along by my hands and makes me follow him.

We get to a calm little pond and he lets my hands go and starts walking towards the water.

I watch him pull off his shirt and on his back, I see an ugly scar. It practically took over seventy-five percent of his back. Curiosity bites and I want to know how he got it.

He looks back at me and his eyes travel up and down my body. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

That question, stalls all of my logical thinking and I start pulling off articles of clothing and I follow him into the water.

We’re both completely naked and the cool feeling of the water on my skin feels good to my tense muscles. I watch as he dunks his entire body into the water and I watch for him to break the surface.

Instead I feel his hands on my body and I almost jerk away from surprise, but I still my movements. “You have such pretty brown skin, little flower.” Qimir says as he holds me from behind.

He dips his head low and I feel his teeth graze against my neck. I feel his very erect cock brushing against my lower back and I bite my bottom lip as I reach around and grab a hold of him. He lets out a hiss as I stroke him slowly.

“Is this part of my training, Master?” I feel his muscles tense as I call him that and I know it pleases him by the way he leaves kisses against my neck.

“It’s definitely part of your training. Though I should punish you for running away from me.”

“But I did come back.” I challenge as I rub my thumb against the head of his cock. I hear a groan in his throat and I feel my clit throb. “You did come back to me, like a good girl. So I guess I can reward you a little and make this a lesson at the same time.”

He then cups my breasts and I let out a moan as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. I lean my head back against his chest and he takes the opportunity and sucks my neck. I feel a slight pinch and I know he’s left a mark. “You know one of the many reasons why I chose to keep you, little flower is because you’ve suffered loss. And you’re free from so many things…”

He pulls me back gently towards a large rock in the water and I follow. The water is now only covering up to his lower thigh and my higher thighs. He then leans me against the rock and cages me in with his arms.

I look from his eyes and down to his bare chest. My split tongue makes an appearance which causes him to suck in his breath. My eyes go further down and they widen.

I know what I was touching in the water but holy mother of Venus he’s huge. I look away but he stops me by holding me by my chin. “You were just touching it seconds ago, don’t be afraid of it now…this will be your reward amongst other things, little flower.” He guides my hand down to his hard cock and when I grip it he bites his bottom lip.

“I know I don’t need to teach you on how to pleasure someone, but I want to see how you pleasure yourself, show me what you do on those lonely nights.”

It’s like I’m under his spell, because I then guide my own hand down to my pussy. I rub my lips together and my eyes flutter closed. “No, no, no. I want to watch those pretty grey eyes while you pleasure the both of us.” He growls as he guides my hand up and down on his thick cock.

My eyes open wide when I see him hike up my legs so that I’m in front of him but spread more apart. As I pleasure myself I stroke him with a more firm grasp. “Just like that. Stroke me as if I’m inside of that pretty pussy of yours.” He moans as he watches my fingers rub my clit. I was watching myself stroke him and I see the bead of precum ball at the tip. I had the urge to use my tongues to lick it up and twirl it around the head.

When we both look up at each other he presses his full lips against mine and it gave me a chill. Because it felt like we were meant to kiss…to touch…to be intimate.

I’m as crazy as he is.

I twirl my tongues against his and he rocks his hips faster, as he stokes himself in my hand. I stop focusing on myself and I just use both of my hands to stoke him while rubbing the head against my pulsating clit.

He sucks my tongues and bites my bottom lip. I hear a suck when he releases my lips and I know they’re swollen from the assault.

Qimir’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels the tip slide inside of me. I start to go further but he stops me. “No, you ran from me earlier. You don’t get to feel my cock inside of you just yet. But don’t worry, I’ll let you cum this time. Now make yourself cum with just the tip of my cock. I want your juices dripping against this rock.” He holds my legs further apart and I let out a moan with some gibberish of my native tongue from the added pleasure.

I stroke him against my clit and I bite my lips, moaning, and internally wanting him inside of me. “Master…please just let me slide it in. I want your cock inside of my pussy. I want to make you feel good too.”

He allows only the head to go in again and then he stops. “If you hadn’t ran, Akasha I’d be balls deep inside of you. But you have to learn the consequences of your actions. Now let me watch you cum with just the tip.” He groans as he leans in and bites the same spot he had earlier on my neck.

“Fuck…” I moan as I stroke him faster between my pussy lips. “Mmm, that colorful language. I really like when you use your words to let me know you’re enjoying yourself….I might not have my cock inside of you right now. But it will be inside of you soon.” He licks my bottom lip and I rock my hips now, just to feel more friction.

I move my face and moan that I’m gonna come soon, which only makes him stoke against me faster. “Cum on the head of this cock, little flower. I need to watch you cum.” He moans against my open mouth.

I groan and whimper as I feel my lips clutch on the head of his cock. I stop and feel my juices drip down my lips and onto the shaft of his cock.

I try to catch my breath but he doesn’t give me a second of rest. He moves me up on the rock and flips me over so that my stomach was lying on the cold hard rock.

“Now I get my release.” The snakes in my stomach were tumbling and toiling around as I wait with anticipation of him, fucking me from behind. But instead I feel him move me to my knees and I feel his tongue lap up at my already sensitive clit.

“Ah…t…too much, master.” I moan as I claw at the rock. He gives a firm slap to my ass, before he parts it. “You can take it. I know you can.” He assaults me with his tongue on my clit and my back arches as I squirm trying to get away.

“There you go, running again. Now stay still.” He gives a firm order and my body, does what it’s told.

He slides his tongue inside of me and I feel his nose graze the bud of my ass, which causes me to groan in pleasure.

This bastard is going to ruin me before I can even slit his throat.

I move my hips but he slaps my parted ass, more firmly. “Don’t…move.” He says between licks. I let out a moan in response and feel him slurp and suck my lips.

Just when I think he’s about to let up, he grips my ass and he licks from the tip of my clit all the way to the bud of my ass.

The noise coming from my throat sounded animalistic.

He slips his tongue in and I look back at him. He had his eyes shut but I can tell he was in utter bliss. I feel his fingers stroking my inner walls and I jerk close to an orgasm.

If my nails could dig deeper into the rock I’m sure I would’ve broke chunks of it off.

“Master, Massssster I’m gonna come. I’m gonna-” He spits and slurps it up and I lose it.

I feel myself squirm and squirt all at the same time.

I don’t care that he said don’t move. I move my hips and I rub my ass and pussy in his face so I can ride out the orgasm.

He then holds me firmly still and he gives a hard suck to my aching clit. I jerk one more time and in an embarrassing motion, I hit my head on the rock and I pass out…

••••

I wake up to the smell of something in the air and I’m back in the bed when I open my eyes. The gears in my head start to spin when I realize, Qimir is either sleeping on some floor or chair. Or he’s sleeping in the very bed I’m in.

I quickly get out of the bed and I see I’m wearing one of his t-shirts. It comes just past my knees and yet I still feel exposed. I follow the smell and find him shirtless in what looks like a kitchen.

I look at the scar on his back and the curiosity comes back to my mind. How did he get that scar?

Who hurt him?

For a split second I feel anger in my stomach knowing someone had hurt him.

No, stop.

I don’t care that someone had hurt him. Right, I don’t care.

Yet, I walk a bit further and I reach out, letting my finger tips brush against him. His body tenses and when he turns, I see something menacing in his eyes. I snatch my hand back and he quickly switches.

“Someone’s finally awake. Are you hungry?” Before I can protest, my stomach gives me away. He gives a smirk at the sound motions for me to sit at the table. I hesitate slightly and he stares me down. “Akasha, sit.” He says in a gentle yet steady voice.

I go sit down and he brings over to me, a bowl of some sort of broth. I look at it questioning if I should eat it.

“It’s not poison, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Qimir says as he pulls up a chair. “Are you sure?”

“If I wanted to kill you, it would’ve been when I had you in the alleyway.” Fair point.

I stir the broth with the spoon provided and I bring it to my lips. I sniff the air and the broth doesn’t have any off odors. But you can mask a poison with other ingredients.

I bring the spoon to my lips and from the corner of my eye I see him, watching me. Waiting for me to taste. I let the liquid hit my tongues and I glance at him.

“It’s good.” I tell him as I take another spoon fool. The broth had chunks of meat in it as well as some grains.

He seems to relax after watching me eat and he begins to eat his meal as well.

We eat in silence for a while. The only sound you hear is just spoons scraping bowls and slurping from lips.

I glance at Qimir and I see him licking his spoon and lips. My brain stutters as I remember what those lips and tongue has done to me in the last twenty-four hours and the broth goes down the wrong way.

I choke on the broth and he gets up to help me. But I jerk away from him and I fall out my chair. I manage to choke down the broth and he was crouched down in front of me.

“Even after the intimate moments we had, and you’re still not willing to let me touch you.” He says with a hint of hurt in his voice. “I don’t trust you, Quimir. Is that even your real name?”

He nods and clenched his jaw. “You don’t trust me yet hours ago you trusted me enough to have my face buried in placed on your body intimately. This flower just gets more and more interesting. And as far as my name, I chose it so it’s my name.”

He cocks his head to the side as he stares at my neck. He gives a smirk and I raise my hands to the tender spot. “That mark I left…there’s no mistake that you belong to me. But I’m sure you’ll learn when I leave more marks on you.” He stands up and offers his hand to me but I ignore it and stand on my own.

I walk past him and sit down at the table, no longer hungry. Just feeling licked with anger.

“If you’re done eating then let’s get started on your first lesson. The lesson at hand is admitting your fear.” I feel as if ice cold water was poured over me and I feel exposed.

My eyes look around before anything else and I see he has a saber in his hand. I go to get up but he stops me with a look. “Sit still and don’t you fucking move.”

I don’t even look at him. My eyes on trained on the saber. “Why are you afraid of an object that has no power unless wielded? Why does fear have you by the throat like this, Akasha?”

Qimir walks around the table towards me but again I only stare at the saber. “If you want to kill me with the saber. Just do it. Stop taunting me.” I finally look up at him and he was gazing at me.

“The fight in your eyes lets me know you’re not hopeless. Now why are you afraid or a light saber? Did a Jedi do something to you?” I stare him, unanswering. “Your people?” My eye twitches and he gives a chuckle.

“Genocide is funny to you?” I narrow my eyes accusing him. “No, what’s funny is your anger gives you away. Clearly the Jedi have wronged you but they left such a deep scar on your life that fear has you by a choke hold. I want to help you break that fear.”

“Why? Why is this important to you?”

“Because, what I desire is a partner of equal standing. And I’ve looked for many years. You…you have the potential. But this fear is holding you back and I want to help. Will you let me?” He asks as he towers over me.

I swallow hard and I look down at the saber. “How can you help me? How can you help me heal these scars?” He lifts my chin so that I’m looking up at him. “Not heal them, embrace those scars. Come with me.” He tugs me up from my seat and he leads me to another room.

When we get to this room, I notice the walls have many scratch marks all over them. Qimir stops which makes me do the same as well. “You seem to fear the saber because you see it as a reminder of the terrible events in your life. But instead of freezing with fear, you should concentrate on using that fear to paralyze your enemies.”

I watch as he walks over to a metal box. My first thought is that he’s going to grab another saber, but instead he takes out a metal helmet. It looked homemade and had a creepy smile adoring it. “This is made of Cortosis. It destabilizes light sabers and…it’s also a device they would use on younglings.”

My eyes cut to him. “You were a Jedi?” He nods and I bare my teeth at him. “I knew something was wrong with you! You’re like them! You’re a murderer! Just like them!” I yell as I back away from him. He raises his hand and I get yanked over to him.

“I was a Jedi, and as far as a murderer, I only killed the people who wronged me. I was never on your planet when the erasing happened. I…am what they call, a Sith. I’m telling you all of this because I need you to trust me in order for this training to be a success, Akasha.”

He hands me the helmet and it has some weight to it.

I could smash him across his face, hit him over and over until his skull is caved in and I could be rid of him. But I can’t do that. I don’t even have a way off this island…which means he had to had brought me here on a ship.

But where is the ship?

“What do you want me to do with this? Eat it?” I ask in a sarcastic manner. He rolls his eyes at me and clears his throat. “Put it on, you need to refocus your mind and let yourself be one with the force.” I give him a scowl. “But I’m not force sensitive.”

He shakes his head. “Yes you are, Akasha. I had you under my control earlier but you had managed to get out of my hold. You were most likely force sensitive as a child but no one trained you. Now put the helmet on.”

“After I do, what will you do to me?” I ask as I look down at the frozen smiling face. “I won’t do anything that you won’t like. I promise.” I don’t trust him, but in order to get my way I need to play along. So I put the helmet on and it’s a bit claustrophobic. All I can really hear is my own breathing. “What now…Master?”

I can feel him behind me. Holding my hips in place as he presses his front to my back. “Now close your eyes. Your eyes can deceive you. You must not trust them. Breathe….connect with the force, Akasha. Think of those moments where you’ve had peace. Grasp those moments and use that to connect you.”

A thought bubbles up in my head. A thought I haven’t had since I was a little girl. It was the day my mother had gave me my youth marks.

I remember the day. I was both excited and anxious. I had asked the great grandmother about how the process is done. And she told me that I was suppose to drink a warm liquid that would have me in a limbo state, and then the great grandmother would take red ink, a poking stick and a stone and give me my youth marks.

I still remember my mother holding my hand when the first poke pierced my skin. I winced in pain and my mother said, I must be strong like our people. I need to be brave like my father and cunning like my ancestors.

“Look at you…” I hear Qimir’s voice and that’s when the memory fades. When I come back to the present, I see that I’m holding the saber, but not only that, everything in the room is floating in the air.

I gasp and that’s when everything falls to the floor. I toss the saber down and I take the helmet off. “What are you doing? You were doing amazing, Akasha.”

“I feel sic-” I feel a slight pound to my head and I drop down. But before I can fall completely, Qimir scoops me up in his arms. “Sorry there little flower, I should’ve warned you that you’d feel a bit nauseous after your first time. But you made me proud. Which means you get rewarded greatly.” He leans down and he kisses my temple. He carried me in his outs and walks out of the room, I look back at the saber and helmet and feel…a warm sensation.

Is it because I don’t feel well?

Because he said he was proud of me?

Or because I was able to tap into the force?

Yeah, I don’t feel well. I’ll go with that logic.

••••

After much rest and odd dreams about the force, I was woken up feeling this empty feeling in my gut. I haven’t felt that in a long time.

I crawl out of bed and feel that the side next to me was cold.

Where is he?

I feel my bare feet patting against the cold floor and I hear drilling. I follow the sound and when I find where it’s coming from I see Qimir drilling something onto the helmet.

He senses me because he stops and looks over at me. “Did I wake you?” He asks as he sets his drill down. “No, I was just wondering what you were doing since you weren’t lying next to me.”

He looks down at my bare thighs and the back at me. “I couldn’t sleep, and even if I could, I wouldn’t sleep in the same room as you…you’re too much of a distraction.”

“So where do you sleep? If not in the bed with me?” I ask out of pure curiosity. He looks around and then back at me.

“In here. I have a cot in the corner.” He motions with his chin and I look over to see the cot. It looks uncomfortable and old.

I make a face.

“That can’t be good for your back.” I look back at him and he’s just staring at me like he wants to eat me…out.

“Careful little flower, you sound like you care about me.” I roll my eyes and cross my arms, which causes my chest to push up. His eyes, go right to there and I feel…hot.

“I’m just saying, that can’t be good for your back…speaking of that. How did you get that scar?”

The moment I mention the scar he seems to give off a dark murderous aura. Even I take a small step back.

“…My…Master, gave this to me after she threw me away.” His jaw was clench but I see it in his eyes. The anger and hurt. “So she stabbed you in the back.” I say remembering how big and ugly the scar looks.

I get a slight irritation in my chest hearing that a woman had hurt him.

“Among other things. Yes.” He then goes silent and the room just seems suffocating. So I speak.

“These…scars.” I touch my face and give a sad smile. “Are my youth scars as well as my warrior scars. They were painful, but I adore them.”

“Are you saying I should adore this scar on my back?” He snaps at me. “No, I’m saying my scars have a story. And so does yours. I have plenty of scars you haven’t seen that shows I’ve tried to take my own life….” I pull down the shirt and point to the faint scar on my neck.

“When my people were slaughtered and I was left. I got scared. I got scared and lonely and I remember…I grabbed a chair. I grabbed a chair and I grabbed my old baby blanket. I had cut it up finely and I just kept tying the pieces together until the knots were tight enough. I remember praying to whatever god or entity out there that I could join my people after taking my life. And when I kicked the chair from under me-”

Qimir was up in an instant. I flinch thinking he was going to hit me but instead he pulls me into a hug. “Stop-stop talking about that memory. When you talk about it, you look helpless and that makes my chest hurt, because I can’t stop that for you. I can’t protect you.” He looks down at me and he looks at my neck. He leans down and he kisses the faint scar.

“Don’t ever do this again. I’ll lose my mind if you took yourself away from this planet…from this time period…from me.” He embraces me again, and I feel…warm.

This feeling is foreign to me and I don’t want it to stop. But I can’t allow him to get to me. I can’t allow him to win.

I shrug him off and back up a bit. “What are you working on?” I ask, just to change the subject. He looks back over towards the helmet.

“I’m just adding some new additions to the helmet. It’ll help when you’re wearing it and keep the force in you stable.”

He’s thinking about me.

He’s considering how I felt sick after using the force in that magnitude.

This, this is too much. I need to leave this room or something. I feel like I’m suffocating.

“Oh! I’m…I’m just gonna go back to bed. Sorry to bother you.” I go to leave but he keeps me still by getting a grip of my shirt. “You’re never a bother to me, Akasha. Actually, how are you feeling? I meant to ask you that.”

He gently pulls me closer to him and I swallow hard because he’s giving me a look that tells me, I’m going to be on my back with my legs spread wide open.

“I’m fine. I got plenty of sleep so, I’m fine now.” He looks at my lips and then he trails his thumb against my bottom lip. “So, if you’re fine and you had plenty of sleep, then why do you need to get back to bed?”

“I…uh.”

He walks forward which makes me walk backwards. Until my legs bump against something cool.

My hand touches it and it feels smooth to the touch, like metal or a mirror.

“Little flower, you aren’t trying to avoid me are you?” I shake my head. “No, I figured you didn’t want a distraction so I would just leave you alone.”

“It’s too late for that now isn’t it. You come in here, with this shirt on and your thighs out for display. Imagine if we had company. I’d have to kill them for looking at you. For looking at what’s mine.” He leans me against the metal like wall and he brushes his lips against my neck. This time with lust behind it.

“A…are you sure you don’t want to finish up on the helmet?” I ask, knowing he sure as fuck doesn’t want to do that.

“Why would I do that, when I have a delicious snack in front of me? I think I deserve a break, and I do recall saying I’d give you a reward…”

To watch this man get on his knees and push my legs apart, should be illegal. But he does just that and he lifts my left leg and place it on his shoulders. He looks up at me and while we keep eye contact, he bites and sucks my inner thigh, causing me to hiss in pleasure.

“Now I’ll leave marks that no one but you and I can see.” He says as he trails his tongue against the now bruised mark.

“Lean against the wall for balance, little flower.” I do as I’m told and he hikes me up so that both of my legs are on his shoulders.

I hear him lick and my hands go to his hair. I throw my head back against the mirror, I buck my hips as I feel his tongue does circles around my clit.

His hand then reaches under the shirt I’m wearing and he gets a hold of my right breast. My nipples feel as hard as rocks as I feel him pinch one.

“Qimir…Master, please don’t stop…” I moan out as rock my hips and rub my pussy deep in his face.

I hear him slurp and lap up my pussy and when I finally look down, he was flicking his tongue quickly up and down my slit.

“Mmmm, you’re…such a lovely distraction. Especially with this fucking sweet little pussy. I feel him insert two fingers inside of me and when he does a come here motion, I start stuttering like a madwoman.

He continues to do the come here motion as well as sucking and licking my clit and I quickly without warning cream on his face.

I watch his eyes roll back as he deeply licks me out. I was practically gripping his hair when I came and when I finally catch my breathe, I let go and he has beautiful just fucked hair.

Has be always been this…pretty?

He kisses my left then right inner thigh and then he kisses my pussy lips before letting me down on wobbly legs.

As he stands up, I see the erection he has poking in his pants. I lean in without thinking and I stand on tippy toe, kissing him, tasting myself on his tongue and I twirl with his.

He pulls back but only after I bite and pull his bottom lip. “Mmm where are my manners. A lady as tired as you are shouldn’t be on their feet like this. I think you should rest off of those pretty feet and kneel for me.” He says as I see him rubbing his cock in his pants.

I lower myself on my knees, but he stops me and moves so I mirror him. I look up at him and he leans down and rubs this thumb on my bottom lip. I open my mouth and I suck his thumb, causing a groan to come from him.

“You are so beautiful, Akasha. Such beauty as yours, would make anyone do whatever to make you happy. I would kill for you if it put a smile on your face. I would break someone’s neck for you, it it meant I could have you look at me like this all the time. I’d slit their throat for you. I would cut them open and offer their heart to you just to show you how dedicated I am for your happiness.”

My stomach flutters hearing him say that and I watched as he pulls his pants down. I bite my bottom lip looking at his cock and he strokes it while looking at me.

“You know from the moment I met you, and seen your tongues, I’ve wanted my cock in your mouth. I want to know how that feels, little flower. Can you do that for me? Show me what those pretty tongues can do.” He steps out of his pants and steps closer to me.

I inhale his scent and it makes me moan as I lean forward. I flick my tongues on the head of his cock and he lets a hiss escape his lips. I take the head into my mouth and Qimir lets out a soft moan, while holding the back of my head.

“You’re so good to me, little flower. So, so good.” He does slow and deep thrusts and I feel a tingle in the back of my throat.

“You know why…I’m standing like-oh fuck don’t stop sucking…just like that….You know why I’m standing right here, lit…little flower? So you can watch yourself in the mirror, while you take my cock down your throat.”

I glance over and sure enough we’re facing the mirror. It was a great turn on to see myself on my knees, taking him. I look back up and he slides out of my mouth.

“I’m going to go faster, but I just wanted to warn you, okay little flower?” He asks permission. I grant him that and he smiles. “Good girl, now open.” I open my mouth and he spits in it then slides his cock back in my mouth.

He starts thrusting deeper and faster which tickles my gag reflex. I try to push back but he takes my arms and keeps them up with on of his hands.

“No…hands, little flower. Fuck. Your mouth feels so good.” I start to choke a little but he doesn’t stop. He grips my hair and he fucks my throat deeper. I feel tears welling up in my eyes and he smirks.

“I know you can take this. I know you can take all of it down this pretty little throat of yours. And if not, then I’ll train your throat so…so it can only take my cock. F..fuck. Just like that. Swallow this cock like your life depends on it, Akasha.” He moans as he bucks his hips.

I try my best not to gag, so that he will be happy. Pleasing him seems to be my main focus and I want to make him happy.

When he finally pulls out, a trail of drool and precum drips from my lips. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks while stroking himself faster as he whimpers. “No, master. Keep go-” He doesn’t even let me finish my sentence as he enter my mouth once again.

This time I relax my throat as he face fucks me. I look in the mirror and what I see makes my juices drip onto the floor. Qimir’s muscles were flexed, his veins were pulsing and his facial expressions were blissful.

“My cock….belongs in your throat, Akasha. Don’t you think so?” He asks as he looks at me, thrusting and fucking. I nod, and I gag causing his cock to jump. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum.”

No sooner, I feel his thick cum shoot down my throat. He groans for me to swallow every last drop and just like his good little flower, I obey.

I milk him and he bites his bottom lip looking down at me. He lets my hair and hands go and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him

and we kiss, tasting each other in each others mouths.

“You did so good, Akasha. Keep that up and I’ll become addicted to you.” He whispers sleepily. I begin to reply but a yawn cuts me off.

“How about, we get to bed.” I nod and look over at the cot but he shakes his head. “I think we both deserve to sleep in a comfortable bed tonight. And besides, I want you close.”

Hearing him say that makes my heart flutter.

Wait, no. I don’t want it to flutter.

What is Qimir doing to me?

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takumasheisty · 2 months ago

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It’s been 2 months since your beloved boyfriend had left to attend Blue Lock. Of course you miss him greatly, but it makes you happy to know that he’s pursuing his dream.

You two don’t call often, mainly due to the fact that it’s very busy in Blue Lock, but when you do it’s always a great catch up conversation. Exchanging stories and “I love you’s” before he has to leave to go play another match.

One night, he feels particularly needy, wishing he was back at home with you. Once curfew hits, he goes to bed, but he can’t stop thinking about you. Your beautiful eyes and beautiful lips. The way you hold him in such high regard as a boyfriend. He just misses you so damn much and can’t wait to go back home to see you. He thinks about the time you spent together, and the things you do together alone. Leading him to realize that he hasn’t engaged in any sexual activity since he left home. Including masterbation.

The innocent thoughts of you soon become more lewd and horny. He thinks about the way you take him so well, and how good you feel, and well, before he knows it, he’s hard.

“Fuck.. if only Y/N was here with me.. she always takes care of me so well.” Your sweet boyfriend thinks to himself. He can feel the precum leaking from his hard cock, and knows he has to do something, or else he’s really in for it tonight.

“Ah… shit..” he palms himself through his shorts and squeezes his eyes shut, eliciting moans and whimpers from him.

He takes his cock out from his shorts, and starts moving his hand up and down, slowly. It’s so hard it hurts. How he wishes he was with you. You’d make the pain go away.

He starts to pick up the pace, focusing on the area right below his leaky tip. It felt good, but it would never feel as good as your hand.

“Ngh.. f-fuck..” the thoughts of you were getting more vivid, images of you bouncing on his cock were flashing through his mind, and he began to desperately chase his release.

He increased the speed and pressure he was using on his cock, trying so hard to cum, but he just couldn’t. It felt like he was right on the edge, but he just couldn’t get there.

“C-cmon.. n-eed to cum.. please..” he’s so needy, and it seems his hand isn’t doing the job.

He stops yanking on his cock, panting and out of breath. He didn’t even get to cum.

“Fuck..” he brings his hands up to his face, placing his hands on his forehead. He needs another solution, and he thinks he has one but he really doesn’t want to have to resort to such a thing.

He turns the the extra pillow on his bed, and groans in embarrassment.

“Can’t believe I’m doing this.. so pathetic..” he scolds himself as he mounts the pillow. The soft and feathery contact makes him wince. As he adjusts the pillow, he begins moving, dragging his angry cock back and forth against the white objet.

“A-ah..! O-oh shit..” this seems like it’s working. He grips the sheets and speeds up the pace of his thrusts. Once again, he desperately chases his release, but fails to catch it. He’s right there. Right there, and he just needs something to tip him over.

“Damn it!.. why can’t I cum..? She’s probably fast asleep while I’m over here… humping a damn pillow to get off.” He sighs, leaning forward, to rest his head against the mattress.

He reaches over to grab his phone, hoping, wishing that you would call him right that instant. He scrolls through your past messages, wanting to cry. He misses you so bad. But it was late, and you were probably sleeping.

But what if you weren’t?

What if you were awake, thinking about him too? The thought of that sparked excitement in your needy boyfriend. Should he call you? Ask for your help? How would be even ask you?

He stared at the dial button for what seems like an eternity, and something in him tells him to call you.

The phone rings twice, when you pick up.

“Hey baby! What are you up to? It’s pretty late you know.” The sound of your voice alone almost makes cum, and he knows he has to tell you.

“Hey.. Y/N. I’m sorry for calling so late.. I was just thinking about you.. and.. and I-“ he mumbles on the phone when you cut him off.

“You need me to help you with something, hm?” His heart skips a beat. How did you know? Was he that obvious?

“H-how.. how did you know?” He asks, concerned.

“You’re my boyfriend? I think I’d know when somethings up. Anyways what is it?” You question.

He pauses for a moment before spilling everything.“I need you. I can’t.. can’t cum. I’ve tried just about everything I could and I still can’t.. n-need you to talk me through it.” He squeezes his eyes shut, anticipating your response. After a while and no response he feels he made a mistake.

“N-Nevermind sorry! Goodn-“

“What have you tried, darling?” You question, in a tone laced with seduction.

He takes a second and can’t believe you’re actually willing to help him. “I-I tried jerking off.. even focusing on my sensitive areas… and it didn’t work. I also tried.. um.. I tried..” he starts out rambling and slows down, not able to say what he’s trying to.

“Spit it out, love. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

“I’ve tried using a pillow.” He thought it was bad before but saying it out loud is even worse. His face flushes red with embarrassment and he goes quiet.

“What did you do with the pillow, my love?” You question, trying to get him to use his words.

“I.. I humped.. it. I was humping a pillow.. I’m sorry I feel disgusting.. like a damn animal in heat.”

“No my love, you’re not disgusting. You’re just needy, that’s all. I’m really happy you came to me tonight. You know I’ll always do what I can to help you, right?” You assure your shy boyfriend.

“Y-yeah.” He whispers, looking down at his leaking cock.

“Okay. You tried both those things and you couldn’t cum?”

“I tried, Y/N. I just couldn’t. I don’t know why.” He gets quieter each word that he utters.

“My poor baby… over there suffering. Let’s see what we can do okay?” He nuzzles his head into the mattress, closing his eyes and imagining that it’s your chest.

“Do you have headphones, love?”

“Y-yeah..”

“Put them on for me, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.” He rushes to grab his AirPods, fumbling to put them in.

“O-okay. They’re in.” He waits for your next instruction, eager to obey.

“Sit back, love. I want you to take your hand and masterbate.” He complys, breathing raggardly.

“Slowly, don’t rush it, alright?” You can tell he’s extremely eager, doing everything as if he’s being timed.

“M-mhm. Okay.” He continues rubbing up and down his shaft, just like you told him.

“Now take your other hand, run it down your torso, and I want you to focus on your nipples especially.”

“H-hahh.. f-fuck… feels.. f-feels so good.. s’ much better then before..” He moans out, doing both actions simultaneously.

“I.. I like when you tell me what to do.”

“Mm yeah? You’re being such a good boy. Keep doing that okay? So good for me.” He whimpers loudly at the obvious praise, slightly arching his back up off the mattress.

“I-I think.. ‘m getting close. Can feel it coming..” He slowly speeds up his pace, and gets a little rougher with his nipples, pinching them rather than grazing over them.

“F-fuck Y/N.. h-help.. getting c-close.. really close..!” His leaky cock was leaking even more precum now, twitching with every stroke.

“Yeah, you’re close? You got it baby. You’re almost there. Just a little more.” He moans at your sultry voice, visioning you stroking his cock for him.

“A-ah.. a-shit! C-cumming! I-I’m cumming! F-fuck fuck..!” He orgasms, his cock pumping a continuous flow of cum down his hand and wrist. He stops his movements, the orgasm is too strong for him.

“Baby, did you stop? Don’t stop. Keep stroking yourself. You want the orgasm to last a little longer.” He listens to you, and picks up the pace again, his body twitching every few seconds.

“C-can’t do anymore Y/N, sensitive, really.. really sensitive.” He has to stop, and try to regulate his breathing. Now he was sweating and shaking out of pleasure.

“Alright. Good job, my love. You did so well for me. Did that help you with your problem?” He turns to his phone to look at your photo.

“Y-yes. Thank you s’ much.” He’s still coming down from his high, and his first thought is still you.

“Thank you.. thank you Y/N.. you’re so.. good to me.. what did I do to deserve you?” He’s so genuinely grateful to have someone like you to love him.

“It’s really okay, baby. It was nothing, that was all yo- love? Are you.. crying?” You ask after hearing some sniffling in the background.

“I just.. I miss you so much Y/N.”

“Aw.. my poor baby.. you know how much I miss you too? Maybe you can come visit home soon?”

“Yeah.. I hope.” The call is quiet for a minute, until you break the silence.

“My love?”

“Mhm?”

“It’s quite late, I think we’ll have to call again tomorrow.” You did have work early in the morning, and staying up this late couldn’t have a good effect on you.

“Oh. Y-yeah.. sorry. It was a little selfish of me to keep you on the phone like this so late.”

“Don’t even worry about it. Get some rest okay, I know you work hard every day.” You acknowledging his hard work warms his heart. What an amazing girlfriend you are.

“Thank you, again. Goodnight.”

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ratskinsuit · 9 months ago

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Could u do a pegging lucifer fic? And the (dom gn) reader is being extra mean to him and just degrading the shit outa him, and he’s just kinda crying begging for praise

Fucked Dumb

A/N: feels like forever since I wrote a smut fic lol. Times flying byyyy, sorry i haven’t been good with request recently I’ve just been working on my Ocs (plz I have so many I need to stop) and school blah blah blah. Hope you enjoyed!

Tags: Also consent is not states here but it was stated before you two do have a system, Aftercare is slightly mentioned, smut, pegging, nsfw, begging, brain fuck, sub Lucifer x reader, lil bit of blood play? (I think- idk reader licks up some blood from his chin)

MDNI

——————————————————————— P-lease agh- ha ah.. ngh darling PLE-ase…” Lucifer sobs, tears streaming down his face as you slam into him. His breath heavy.

You have him on the edge of the bed, legs spread as your strap pounds in and out of him at a fast pace.

All day he was begging for you to touch him, knowing you were busy with some important work. He kept persisting, sitting in your lap, “hugging” you from behind as he sits against you. Walking around in stupidly tight clothes.

You breaking point however was at the end of the day, when he was testing you all through a work call you had. Running his fingers up and down your thighs, holding your hand, slowly inching it towards his hard on.

So as soon as the call ended you slammed him against the mattress, his face going red with surprise, having not expected it.

You tied his hands together and left him there to go get your strap. A couple minutes later your fucking his brains out while he’s sobs on hour dick. Bringing you to now.

“Oh no no no. You w-anted to be a little fucker all day, practically humping me every time you got close enough. So now take it bitch.” You hiss, a particularly hard thrust earning a wail from the ruined man under you.

Lucifer’s hands are tied together above his head with a pretty red ribbon. It’s tight enough to keep him from wiggling but not enough to cut his circulation.

His hair is sweaty, sticking to his forehead and jutting out everywhere. Sweat drips down his face. His eyes are rolled back, twitching and blown out. His eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration, going from relaxed to tense every other second.

His mouth is wide open, your almost convinced a fly will go into it. Drool is running down his chin, flying everywhere as moans and begging tumble out. What he’s begging for; I don’t think even he knows.

“Pl- darlin- agh hng…AH hA! Fu-uck Hng…” Lucifer lets out a wail as you hit a particular spot inside of him, causing the sheets he’s gripping to rip.

He’s sobbing, as you continue to mash up his insides. He shudders, letting out an in-human sound as he orgasms for the 5th time this night.

“That’s five fu-cking times this night whore… hah… fuck, god that’s just sad. I’ve only come once? Needy bitch.” You tease as he writhes and shakes the bed, his orgasm washing over him.

He’s already came so much tonight, but still has more, coating the two of you.

He sputters, begging for a break as he can’t make out sentences. You watch as the king of hell moans and cries beneath you.

The sheets are ripped up under his hands, eyes completely rolled back. You see a trail of blood leaking from his mouth, and lean forward, licking it up with a swipe of your tongue.

You lean to him, forcing him into a hot kiss, that he tries to reciprocate but all he does is tangle his tongue with yours and drool all over himself.

You let out a laugh as you speed up, Lucifer choking on his own spit under you. “Fu-ck your so dumb-fucked you can’t even kiss you properly.

As quick as it had ended he tenses and cums again on his own chest.

“Dar- AH fu-hng… ple- I can- n’t hm.. m’be… been s’ch a goo-agh- good boy… plea-SE” He pleads at you, desperate for some relief.

You decide to take pity on him, and finish yourself off. You know he can take degradation but sometimes when he’s so far into subspace he gets really upset if you do it go much.

“Du-ont worry honey, your doing amazing, give me one m-more okay darling? M-..I wanna c-cum to, is that okay pr..etty boy?” You coo at him, and he nods frantically as you speed up,

“can- m’ make.. you cu- OH.. plea- you c-cu..m”he tries speaking but fails and you just shush him, untying his hands quickly. As soon as the are free he grabs your hand with one and squeezes tightly, the other going to your waist.

He’s babbling by this point, words and curses stringing together in noncence sentences, while you praise and coo at him. “Doing g-great my love, handsome boy. Go-nana make me come so hard…since your doing so-o amazingly..” he whimpers, reaching for your face and you lean and kiss him.

Him, having just cum, and you having been edging up to it. The two of you reach your orgasm quickly. You are locked in a kiss right as it hits you both like a freight trains.

Lucifer falls back, twitching and shuddering violently with his mouth wide open in a silent scream. You shake with your and collapse on top of him as you relish in the aftershocks.

After a couple of seconds, you sit up and pull out of him, him whincing a bit.

You throw the strap off to the side and go to the edge of the bed by Lucifer head. You push his hair out of his face and soothe his burning skin.

“You did so great my love, are you okay?” You ask, Lucifer gives a little nod. “Mhm’ I… agh fuck, can’t hng… feel my legs…” you giggle and crawl in next to him.

Even though the two of you were very sweaty, you held him as he closed his eyes, the two of you embraced together. “M…love you..” he murmurs, and you give him a kiss.

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A/N: As said in my other post I will be busy for a while after this, not going on hiatus just slow updates. I just wanted to get this out because I had it halfway done. Hope you enjoyed!

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fettuccin-e · 1 year ago

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Fires In Those Eyes

Kinktober Day 11: Seduction

Tags: Joel Miller x Reader, afab!fem!reader, oral (m!recieving), fingering, unprotected piv (pls wrap it irl omg please), joel is whipped, but also so is reader, degradation, possessive sex, joel's filthy mouth again my bad (w/c: 1.3K)

A/N: Second Joel fic of the month! Hooray! This time they actually get naked and get down and dirty so double hooray. I tend to just write Jackson!era Joel just because I want him to be happy okay. Also day 10 will be up eventually so sorry about that lol (I have been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings!)

Most of the time, Joel doesn’t think you’re even trying to seduce him like you do. You’re just you. Perfect, soft you, the woman he fell in love with when he didn’t think he was even capable of it anymore. And God, it’s embarrassing with how much he wants you all the fucking time. When you’re on patrol with him, when you’re making dinner for him, you, and Ellie, in the house that you managed to make a home. He feels deranged with the way he wants to tear your clothes off and fuck you until you scream for him at only the drop of a hat. And you’re not even trying.

You’re trying now, though.

He can tell, from the moment you step inside the house, peeling off your gloves and looking at him with a glint in your eyes that has his breath hitching and cock bulging in his jeans.

“Ellie’s sleeping over at Dina’s tonight,” you whisper, smoothing your hands over the planes of his chest. There are flames in your eyes, and Joel feels like he’s burning.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he murmurs, his voice rougher than he means it, but you only lick your lips and look up at him through your lashes. You look like pure fuckin’ sin.

You perch up on your tip-toes, leaning close enough that your lips brush the skin of his ear. “What are you going to do about it?” you whisper, and Joel can’t help how he growls.

He’s got you slammed up against the wall before he even knows what he’s done, tearing your coat off your shoulders and letting it fall carelessly to the floor. You pull your shirt off, throwing it somewhere behind him, before you lick into his mouth in the messiest, dirtiest kiss he’s ever had. You claw at his back, rubbing against him like a damn cat in heat, and Joel feels lightheaded with how fast blood rushes to his cock.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” he rasps against your lips, and you whine so sweetly for him.

“Need you to fuck me, God, I need it so bad, Joel.” Your hand comes down to squeeze the bulge of his cock through his jeans, and fuck, you’ve never been this bold, never taken him like you are right now.

“C’mon, baby,” he groans, “let’s go to bed.” But you’re shaking your head, your deft hand unzipping him and freeing him from the confines of his clothes.

“No, no,” you whine, “‘S too far, Joel, need you now.”

You look up into his eyes as you sink to your knees before him, and Joel’s vision blurs at the edges when you lick a long, slow stripe up the underside of his length. He has to brace his hands on the wall as you take him into your mouth, hot wet heat engulfing him as you sink deep. The tight clutch of your throat has him groaning, his hips pitching forward.

You grab onto his hips like you love it, sucking hard enough to make the breath punch out of his lungs. Your head bobs obscenely, your hair brushing his thighs every time to take him to the root. His knees tremble, struggling to hold himself up as you suck his cock like you’ll never get the chance again.

“Baby,” he groans, and you pop off of him, grinning with that same fire in your eyes that makes him want to rip you apart on him. Fuck, he thinks you want him to do just that.

The way he gets to the floor, gets you on your hands and knees for him, is a goddamn mystery. It can stay a mystery, a blur in his memory for all he cares, because when he gets your pants off, peeling your panties halfway down your thighs, baring your beautiful, glistening pussy to his gaze, none of it fucking matters anymore. All that matters is the way his fingers drive into you, reckless, insistent, hammering into you so hard you see stars.

“Fuck, honey, you’re drippin’,” Joel mutters, and your face burns, even as your hips hump back into his hand on pure instinct. “She’s just gonna suck me right in,” he says, twisting his hand as his fingers spread you apart in a way that makes you sob.

And he’s right, he’s so right. Sinking into you is a goddamn revelation, hot and tight around him as you scrabble at the floor for purchase, moaning and pushing your hips back against him. Your pussy lets him in so easy, so perfect, and he shudders as your body clutches at him like a vice, hot and wet and at his fucking mercy.

“God damn it, baby,” he groans, thrusting into you to the fucking hilt and relishing in the way it makes you scream. “You’re so fuckin’ wet f’me.”

“Oh God,” you gasp, even as it feels like your pussy is being stretched to its fucking limit. “All day, fuck- I’ve been wet for you all fucking day.” His hips slap against your ass so hard, pressing in so deep that all you can do is gasp for air and fucking take it.

“Yeah, honey? Needed this cock all fuckin’ day? Comin’ home just to fuck me like a goddamn slut,” he rasps, and God, it’s true. His cock in your cunt is all you need, all you ever need. Even with the wooden floor digging into your achy knees, your panties tangled around your thighs, fuck, this is all you’ve needed since you woke up this morning. He’s right, you’re a whore for the way he fucks you.

“Yes, yes, oh my fucking- Joel,” you cry out as he hammers into that sweet spot buried deep inside, not letting you breathe for a second.

“This what you needed, sweetheart? Needed me to fuck you on the goddamn floor like we’re fuckin’ animals?” He presses a hand to the small of your back, shaping you into an obscene arch that has you getting tighter around him, practically choking his cock with your pretty pussy. “Such a fuckin’ whore,” he snarls. “Who can fuck you like this?”

“You, Joel,” you cry, tears dripping from your eyes onto the floor. He pulls your hair into his hand, yanking your head back and pulling your body onto his cock with every thrust. The sounds of your cunt smack, smack, smacking against his body are sticky and wet and fucking debauched.

“That’s fuckin right,” he says, sounding about as wrecked as you feel. “Only me. I own this fuckin’ pussy, right baby?”

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes,” you’re gasping, clawing at the wooden floor, and Joel fucking chuckles behind you, deep and dark and primal.

“C’mon, girl,” he rasps, and he snakes a thick hand under your heaving body to rub a calloused finger along your throbbing clit, and you scream. “Squeeze this cock with this slutty little cunt. Show me who owns you.”

And you can’t refuse him, you can’t, not when your body is already locking up with your orgasm. Your pussy strangles his cock, practically forcing his orgasm out of him, and he snarls as he fills you up with his cum. He takes his hand from your hair to wrap it around your chest, pulling you up to press your back against his chest. You tremble in his hold as spasms rock through you.

When you finally settle, he presses kisses to your neck, and you let out soft giggles in reply, running your fingers through his hair.

“Mm, I need a nap,” you sigh, sinking against him. You gasp as Joel nips harshly at your skin.

“Nuh uh, baby. You started this,” he rasps, dark with promise. “And I’m the one that’s gonna fuckin' finish it.”

#oh joel how i adore you #when i write him the filthy mouth is just there idk how to explain it #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #tlou smut #tlou fic

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petersbaby · 2 years ago

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Use me - Eddie Munson x reader

Something short

Warnings: somnophilia!!! (This is a purely consensual kink), use of “daddy”, smut

“Please, I’ve waited all day. I need it now.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, daddy’s too tired. Can’t give it to you tonight.” He responds in a gruff, sleepy voice.

“C’mon,” you beg, frustratedly wiggling around in your place on the bed, riddled with frustration, “I’ll be SO good. I’ll finish quick I promise.”

“I’m sorry, I gotta rest.”

He rolls over, starting to close his eyes.

“Wait.” You start, “what if I do everything myself? What if you don’t even have to move? Hmm? You can rest.”

His eyes crack back open, squinting. He sighs. He knows what you want, what you’re asking for.

“Yeah, baby, you can use me. C’mon.” He turns to lay on his back and you happily climb into his lap, immediately grinding down on him through your panties and his boxers. Two layers, but both very thin. He groans, and you feel him harden beneath you quickly. He comes to rest both hands on the top of your thighs.

You lean forward, pressing small wet kisses all over his pale, exposed torso. The middle of his chest, to his collarbones, to his neck, you kissed all over the surfaces. Once you reached his neck, his eyes rolled back and fell shut.

Poor thing, you think, taking a break to pull away and look down at his pretty, peaceful sleeping face. So quick, he slipped away. You scoot off of him briefly to remove both your layers, or removing yours and just merely pushing his down. You reassume your place on his lap, spitting in your hand and reaching between your legs to spread the natural lubricant.

You grind on his dick, back and forth, letting it slide through your folds and rub against your clit. This was good, but not good enough, and you took his cock in your hand. You line it up and press the tip to your entrance, and then sink down onto it with a big, high pitched sigh. All the tension you had seemed to fall off your shoulders as you start to ride him, quickly finding the angle where you’ve got him hitting your gspot perfectly and taking advantage of it.

As your movements on his cock become faster, harder, his eyes slip open once again.

“Fucking Christ.” He mumbles, taking in the sight of his desperate little girl riding him, using him to get off.

“Sorry I- ahh- sorry I woke you, daddy, oh my god.” You drag out the last word when it turns into a moan.

“‘S okay. You look so pretty.” He comments, taking you in. Only in an oversized tee, desperately fucking him, trying to make it quick.

“Thank, fuck, thank you.” You try to say but moan it instead. You felt your cheeks daring to flush, but not quite doing it because you were so unashamedly needy at this point. His hands move from your thighs to your hips, helping guide your movements lazily. He looks at you through hooded brown eyes, and you look back down into them.

“Gonna cum.” You inform him, eye contact strong and heavy, and he just nods.

“Good, wait a minute, though.”

“Okay.”

You continue to ride him, at this point bouncing up and down on his dick until he finally gives you the assurance that you’re good to go.

“‘M gonna cum too, go ahead baby.”

You speed up briefly before quickly tumbling over the edge hard, crying out loud with your head tossed back as your pussy squeezed him so tight he was getting milked.

His cock twitches inside you and you don’t quite notice the warm sensation of his hot seed deep in you until you start coming down from your orgasm, You fall forward for a minute, letting him sit inside you and plug you up until you catch your breath.

When you do, you slip off of him, collapsing in bed next to the boy, the boy who was once again fast asleep. You smile softly, just to yourself, and pull the covers up to cover both of your bodies and settle in with your head rested against his chest.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #stranger things smut

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joshfutturman · 3 months ago

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'i'll crawl home to you' 18+

oneshot - david is leaving for his mission tomorrow, neither of you want to say goodbye. you have one last night together. (2.6k) pairing - david (long gone heroes 2024) & afab!reader (gn pronouns) a/n - life works fast but a thirsty jhutch fan works faster. :3 ik he's in the trailer for 0.2 seconds but i needed a fic now using what we know so far! yes the title is a hozier reference tags - sappy, established relationship, oral (reader receiving), wet mentions, handjob, p in v, unprotected sex, reader rides david, angsty, david whimpers lol, slight dirty talk, pet names.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

the words between you are charged, heated, dripping with emotion. how can you let him go? his eyes glisten in the moonlight sneaking into the window of your small apartment, your eyes mirror his - but you can't cry, you can't, you can't waste a single second.

your hands are on his chest, tracing softly across his shirt. the silence lingers in the air, words unspoken. suddenly his hands are cupping your cheeks, forcing your wandering gaze to land on him.

"baby," david whispers, voice trembling, "i'll be back soon, i promise. ."

you don't believe him.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

he kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your cheek, then finally your lips. and you melt into him, instantly leaning forward as you grip his shirt, almost afraid to let go. you'd hoped that his background and specialisation in technology would keep him away from the front lines. yet, here you were, preparing to say goodbye.

it's one word you couldn't bring yourself to say, 'goodbye'. because you're afraid that the moment it leaves your lips, you'll break down. you're afraid it'll be the last thing you'll ever say to him. no word or sentence feels good enough, feels big enough.

so you both leave that word behind for now, for tonight.

your lips dance with his, moving fluidly together until your tongue seeks entry into his mouth. he gasps softly, his grip on your cheeks growing tighter as he pulls you back against the wall, steadying himself. david pants softly through the kiss, hand tracing along your cheek to find its place at the back of your head, guiding you closer.

his little sounds, oh how you love them - soft gasps and whimpers that he tries to swallow back, tries to drown out within the shape of your mouth.

he takes a step forward causing you to step backwards, following his lead obediently as he leads you to the bed. you'd follow him anywhere. you feel the plush mattress behind your knees and let him guide you down as he nestles on top of you. relishing his body above yours, you tug at his belt, but he quickly brings a hand down to guide you away. he wants something else first.

pulling back from the kiss, he looks into your eyes - and fuck, you can't explain the emotion that washes over you, the surge of feelings that threaten to bring words crashing to the surface of your lips. before you know it, he's kissing along your jaw, trailing his loving lips down the curve of your neck.

david finds his home at the apex of your legs, spreading your legs apart and squeezing at your thighs, kneading the soft skin there as it gives way to his movements. he knows you're wet already, he can see it clear as day - the way you're leaking through your shorts. the room is dark, but he's thankful for the small slivers of moonlight that manage to find their way inside to illuminate you just enough for him to make out that body of yours that he loves so much.

he wants to say he's going to miss this, to miss you.

. . . but the look in his eyes speaks volumes, he doesn't need to say anything.

lifting one of your legs, he brings your ankle to his lips, kissing along your silky skin, up over your calf before he nuzzles between your thighs. instantly, your hand is on the back of his head, fingertips gripping his hair, silently asking for more.

your eyes find his as he looks up at you, watching the beads of sweat form on his forehead from the clammy room - the environment growing hotter by the second as he anticipates tasting you. his hands snake up to pull your shorts down, being gentle with you, worshipping you like it's his last chance.

tossing them to the side, he takes a second to remove his shirt and you can't help but bite your lip at the sight of him. his fuzzy chest, lightly tanned skin, eyes trailing the line of hair that leads right down to his happy trail, disappearing into his shorts.

his head lowers again, wrapping his arms around your thighs and immediately his tongue licks a stripe across your underwear earning a soft hiss from you. your head spins, the friction so light, not quite what you're craving but almost. honestly, you'd take anything he wanted to give you, david never has to try hard to get you off.

david's eyes close, sucking and licking through the fabric, practically growling against you, sending vibrations throughout your core. you're moaning loudly already, you can't help it, he knows your body like it's his own. . . he knows how to make you feel good, his head between your thighs practically every time he can get his hands on you.

before you know it, you're grinding up against his lips and he groans in approval, sliding your underwear to the side to really taste you. there's something about the quiet bedroom being filled with only the sounds of your soft gasps, his groans and the subtle almost inaudible licking against you - that really gets you whining.

you suck your stomach in, feeling as his tongue glides lazily across you. and god, you love the way he looks with his tongue hanging from his mouth as he diligently laps at you, eyes glazed with pure want, fucking drunk from your taste.

but he doesn't want you to cum yet.

pulling back, your muscles relax at his absence, melting into the bed. and it's not long before you're craving him again, aching to have him, to be filled. you want all of him, you want to memorise the feel of his fingers pumping inside of you, the feeling of his veiny cock thrusting deep, that look in his eye when he's about to cum. . .

you want to remember everything.

he's lining himself up, but not before you reach down to take him in your hand, wanting - no, needing to feel him. he mutters something that sounds like a pet name, whatever it is that he said was laced with relief.

his cock is throbbing, palms resting on your thighs as he bucks into your fist. you watch as his eyes flutter closed, lips parting as he pants. just as quickly as they close, they open again and he's looking down at you through those thick, beautiful eyelashes of his. david's eyes trail across your body as though he's committing you to memory.

"so pretty, my pretty boy. . ." you coo, pumping him a little faster.

it's the first words you've spoken in what feels like forever, pretty boy rings in his ears over and over. he bites his lip and nods, a hand inching beneath your shirt and resting on the plush skin of your stomach to steady himself. the sensation of his hand against your skin feels so good, enjoying his thick digits spreading across your stomach. you wonder if his hands will feel as soft when he returns.

you see that familiar look on his face, the way his brows twitch upwards, jaw-dropping a little further, his adams apple bobbing as he swallows harshly. he's gonna cum.

the movement stills, your hand withdrawing from him and it brings him back to earth suddenly. his eyes dart down to yours and he takes his hand from your thigh to grab his cock, positioning it against your begging entrance.

slowly, he runs his tip along your dripping folds as he pushes your underwear to the side once more, biting his lip at the combined sensation of your soaked skin and the way your underwear creates more friction against his hard length. you can't help but let out a whiny moan as his dick brushes past your sensitive clit. a few more passes and he begins to sink into you. his mouth falls open into an o shape and he pushes against your stomach.

you move your thighs wider, opening up for him, practically inviting, (or maybe begging), him inside. you weren't even completely undressed, still in your shirt and underwear - but that's no obstacle for him, for either of you.

"that's it. . ." he whispers, lowering himself as he places his hand beside your head, lips inches from yours as his other hand stays firmly planted on your tummy, "that's it baby, just like that. . ."

his fucking voice, you couldn't handle it when he gets low and raspy like that, like you know it's taking all of his self-control not to just buck into you and bury himself deep on the first thrust. but you were taking him so well, his eyes glancing down to watch his thick cock disappear inside of you.

in your mind you can see it, the way he fills you up so perfectly like he was made for you. and he was.

your hand cups his cheek, the other gripping at his wrist on your stomach to keep it in place. you lock eyes as he pushes in deeper before eventually bottoming out, his hips gently coming into contact with yours.

he huffs, swallowing hard as he closes his eyes for a moment - he'll cum too soon if he thinks too hard, he wants you so fucking badly. he wants to fuck you all night, to have you in every position, every room in the apartment. pressed against the window so everyone can see, in the shower with your leg hoisted up as he pumps into you from behind, on the sofa as you ride him - he wanted you every single way.

because after tonight, he knows it could be forever and a day until he sees you again - if at all. and that thought sticks in the back of his mind, creeping into his thoughts and eating away at the anxiety that was already bubbling there without his permission.

your thumb brushes against his cheek, trying to coax him back to reality, bring him back into the moment. "david, baby. . ." you murrmur, "where did you go? stay with me."

his eyes find yours in the darkness, unaware he'd even lost himself in his thoughts. "i'm sorry. . ." he whispers, "i'm sorry. . ." david repeats, leaning in to kiss you softly, apologetically, tenderly.

he doesn't need to say, doesn't need to speak his worries aloud. you knew where his mind went, because yours was there too.

breaking the kiss, you whisper once more, "stay with me," and you press your forehead to his as his hips begin to move. breath hitching in your throat, you feel as his cock slips out and then back in with ease. you both sigh in satisfaction as he finally begins to fuck you.

david is setting a steady pace, brows arching in concentration as he loses himself in the feeling of being inside of you. your body is pushed into the mattress with each thrust, moans spilling from your lips, your wetness creating lewd damp noises as his hips connect with yours.

your hands wrap around his body, tracing small patterns up across the skin on his back, making note of each bump or birthmark you find there. but you can see he's still struggling to clear his mind, to bring himself into the moment.

shuffling, you roll him over, straddling him with his cock still buried inside of you. his eyes widen, looking up at you with those gorgeous, lost puppy dog eyes that have you weak every time, as his hands grip your hips.

"it's okay, i've got you. . ." you whisper, beginning to bounce on him, back arching from the change in angle.

he swallows hard, "fuck, baby. . ." he hums as he bites his lip, meeting your every thrust as he pushes up into you.

it's not long before you're unable to keep upright, hands coming down to rest on either side of his head as he fucks fervently up into you, skin slapping against skin, pace increasing.

"david. . ." his name drips from your lip like honey, like you want him even though you already have him, like you're calling him back from the edge, a begging tone. your eyes lock with his below you, his cock making easy work of your silky walls. you're not sure you've ever been this wet.

he moans your name in return, nodding as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, gently running a thumb across your skin. you are so beautiful, so fucking beautiful, bouncing on his cock all pretty for him. he'll remember this on lonely nights, on nights where he's a million miles away, his hand wrapped around his dick, spreading thick ropes of white hot cum over his bedsheets as he whispers your name under his breath.

"i love you, god, david i-" you whine, kissing his lips lazily, unable to kiss him with any real purpose due to the way your orgasm is building in your lower belly.

your whispered confession almost makes him cum on the spot, feeling his dick twitch inside. "love you too, love you so fuckin' much. . ."

and finally, his mind is clear, he can only focus on how good you feel wrapped so tightly around him, the way you're working him so well with every thrust, the way your body feels below his grasp.

he loves every inch of you. inside and out.

"can i cum inside?" he gasps abruptly, feeling his grip on your waist tighten, the hand on your cheek sliding down over your neck and along your chest. he's not sure he can pull out, and something about leaving you pumped full of him before he leaves makes him dizzy with need.

"cum for me," you plea, "cum inside me please, need it - need you. . . i. . . i can't-"

roughly, he yanks you down into a deep and passionate kiss, one that turns sloppy as he feels himself begin to pump his cum deep inside of you. you gasp, moaning deeply into his mouth as you feel him fill you up all the way. you're trying to moan his name, whispering small 'i love yous' but he's still kissing you, his tongue exploring your mouth.

and it's enough to send you spiralling over the edge, clenching down around him over and over as you cum around his girthy length.

his breath hitches, eyes rolling back as you milk him with each spasm, bucking up into you in a faltering rhythm that has you seeing stars.

slowly, the world begins to return as you both ride it out, still bouncing a little on his cock before stilling and laying against his chest. he wraps his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head as you both pant.

a gentle silence fills the room, save for your combined ragged panting, and you cherish it. you cherish the feeling of his skin against yours, his protective embrace, his scent, the sound of his breathing. . . you could go on listing the things you're committing to memory, but it would take all night.

this continues for some time, the both of you falling into a peaceful moment, one you'll remember forever.

you're scared to speak, scared to break the silence. talking makes it real, it makes everything real, and each tick of the clock brings you closer to his departure.

"just. . . promise you'll come back to me." you finally say, voice breaking against his chest as your lip quivers against your attempts to stop it.

the words hit him hard, each one ricocheting in his mind. his grip on you instinctively tightens, he'll do everything in his power to make sure he comes home to you.

"i promise," david vows, "i'll come home to you."

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haetrack · 7 months ago

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[17:10]

warnings: renjun x afab!reader, pillow humping, slight scent kink, renjun gets caught

this is probably the most inconvenient thing renjun has ever done.

he’s currently getting himself off to the thought of you, his best friend, which is already inconvenient in itself. what’s worse, he’s humping his pillow pathetically while thinking about you, his hand not being enough anymore.

earlier, he had wrapped his fist around his aching cock, too horny to care about how he’d feel guilty afterwards. all the thoughts of you swirled in his mind over how touchy you seem to be around him. he wonders what you’d think if you saw him like this.

he’d push your hands away from him, push you away if you stared at him for too long. if he’d let you stare, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from getting into his head, imagining your teary eyes as he fucked you.

all this pent up frustration leads him to tonight, fist gliding along his dick as he whines out your name. he tries to excuse it by saying this will be the only time he'll do this. until his fist doesn’t feel like enough, thoughts of you under him taking up too much of his mind.

without rationally thinking, he moves the pillow he was laying against under him, an embarrassed frown on his face as he straddles it. his cock is twitching against his stomach in anticipation, waiting for him to grind down onto the fabric.

he leans forward a bit, his cock pressing against his pillow. at the first roll of his hips, he lets out a small whine at the feeling. it doesn’t take long for him to find a good rhythm, the feeling too good for him not to like.

he practically collapses on top of the pillow, arms giving out as pleasure consumes him. he rubs his face against it, pretending it’s your neck he’s nuzzling into. one of his hands grips on to the side of the pillow, imagining it’s the soft skin at your hips that he's holding.

he’s imagining fucking his cock into your cunt, thinking about how your walls would clench around him. his tip leaks precum against the fabric, causing an easier glide for him. it’s so humiliating getting off like this when he could easily ask you.

he’s getting close embarrassingly fast, his hips fucking into the pillow at the thought of you. maybe next time when you sleepover, he’ll let you have his pillow, letting you put all of your scent on it. he’d be surrounded by you next time he gets off, all without you knowing-

his thoughts are interrupted by his phone vibrating nearby. he lets out an annoyed groan, too preoccupied to talk to anyone. he lets it ring, but another call comes right after. he sighs, fully plopping down on the pillow, checking who could be calling him at the worst time.

it’s you. he decides to answer. what could you possibly need right now?

“hey, renjun.”

at the sound of your voice saying his name, he can’t help but let his hips grind down into the pillow. it’s not like you know what he’s doing. he shakily answers, “hey, um, how are you?”

you want to laugh at how off he sounds. he's out of breath, his voice is shaky, and you swear you hear him roll around in bed. "doing fine. how are you? it sounds like you just finished running or something."

renjun immediately sits up straight. no way he's been caught that fast. "no, i just- i wasn't doing anything."

his voice is laced with something you can't quite place yet. he sounds cute though, reminding you of all the times you tease him. his cheeks would always go pink before he would push you away. for the sake of your friendship, you would always try to ignore it.

except now, it's just the two of you on a call. he's all yours right now, and you don't intend to stop teasing him. you sigh, "hm, i think you're lying, but it's fine. i just got home from class and i was bored."

"you were bored so you called me?" you can hear him huff on the other side of the call.

"yeah, wanted to call my favorite person," you laugh. a groan let out by renjun is followed right after, slightly muffled by something. you badly want to ask what he was doing, but that would be too easy. you'll play the long game.

"it's not like i have anything to do. i was super tired today, all i wanted to do was talk to you."

renjun is quiet on the other end. he doesn't mean to, but his hips start moving against the pillow again. he hates how easy it is for him to lose himself when it comes to you. he's trying to be subtle about it, slow grinds into his pillow and his hand covering his mouth as you talk about your day.

he feels a little like a pervert doing this, but it's not his fault he got interrupted. if someone else would have called him, it would've ruined it for him and he would've had to stop. but it was you who called him, and he can't help think about how nice your voice sounds to him right now.

maybe another time, you could help guide him, telling him to fuck his pillow like a loser. a small groan escapes his mouth at the thought, and he hears your voice stop. he should be scared, worried at what you might think, but your reaction just brings him closer to cumming.

"renjun?" you call out to him and he's trying hard to stifle his noises.

“mhm? sorry, i zoned out near the end.”

he’s being way too quiet for you. he still sounds out of breath, and put your ear the speaker of your phone. there’s huffs of breaths renjun is letting out and rustling noises coming from his end. what is he doing?

you don’t know what else to do but to joke around, “you’re not, like, jerking off or anything, right?”

and suddenly, the call is quiet. there’s no more hushed breaths or rustling, but complete silence on his end of the call. you feel a little shocked, because there’s no way he’s actually getting off, right? right?

“renjun, answer me.”

“n-no, i’m just laying down, i d-don’t-”

you don’t know what comes over you, “are you sure? should i come over and check for myself?”

“n-no!” renjun practically yells into the phone. despite his words, his hips begin grinding into the pillow again. why he loses all his composure around you? he’s not sure.

“hm, sorry about that. i guess it would be weird if your best friend asked if you were getting off on a call.” you raise the volume of your phone, hearing the hushed whines renjun lets out.

he’s definitely lying.

if renjun had the courage, he’d tell you to come over. he’d pin you down to his bed like how he has his pillow, driving his cock into you as you apologize for teasing him so much. he’d be surrounded by your scent, his lips pressing kisses to the skin of your neck.

the thought brings him close, and renjun realizes he’s quickly losing the battle of trying to hold off. he’s letting out small whines muffled into his pillow, his tip leaking all over his pillow as he picks up his pace. he doesn’t even realize that you stopped talking.

when he’s about to cum, he lets out a whine higher than he means it to be, his fingers trying to quickly mute his phone. before he can, you ask, “are you gonna cum, renjun? gonna cum for me?”

a moan of your name slips out of him as his hips stutter against the pillow, cum spurting out of his tip as it stains the fabric. he can imagine your walls clenching around him, the sound of your voice moaning his name as you cum around him.

you can feel yourself throbbing, having to cross your legs together to try to stifle the need building up in you. you’re not sure if he’s aware of how loud he’s being, whines and moans taking up all the call. you burn them into your memory, trying to imagine just how good he looks right now.

when he comes down from his high, you can hear him let out an embarrassed groan. you laugh at him as he tries to shush you. “didn’t know you could get so horny,” he can imagine the grin on your face, “why did you even answer the call if you were getting off?”

“you called me twice,” he huffs, “what if you were in an emergency?”

“think it would be very unfortunate if i told you that i was in danger while you had your hand wrapped around your dick.”

“i wasn’t doing that!”

you make a confused noise, “but weren’t you jerking off?”

renjun realizes he’s made this worse for himself. he can't just tell you he was using a pillow to get off. he isn't even supposed to tell anyone that he was getting off, let alone his best friend. he tries brushing it off, "why do you even want to know? you're literally crazy."

you're silent on the other end, and he assumes it's probably best to hang up. he ends the call, letting his phone fall in front of him as he lets out an embarrassed sigh. how did that even happen? you probably won't ever like him back now.

except, his phone starts vibrating again. when he goes to pick it up, it's an incoming facetime call from you. he stares at himself through the phone, his pink cheeks on display as he reluctantly answers. he's greeted with the image of you, looking a little too desperate as you stare at renjun.

you shift up to show more of yourself to renjun, "i wanna- i wanna see what you were doing. i'll show you how i get off, i just- just need to see you."

how is he supposed to say no when he sees you squirming in your spot? he props his phone up, a slightly humiliated look on his face as he shows you the pillow he was grinding against. he sees a smile form on your face, watches how your eyes widen at the sight.

it's not fair that he's doing this alone. "i need to see you, fuck- need to see you so bad. i'm like this because of you."

and like you always do, you tease him with that pretty smile on your face, "show me."

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yanderestarangel · 1 year ago

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♡ 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧 ♡

TW: v!sex, extreme dirty talk, ftm reader, pussy talk, v!sex, hard!dom bi han, afab anatomy, praise, sub x master dynamics.

You two were more than grand master and apprentice, you were the golden boy of Bi Han's eye. You had a submissive nature that made him weak in the knees, always doing your best to get his attention - you knew he didn't want to get involved with anyone, having a commitment to a ninja lower than his grandmaster rank was something that would cause a scandal within the lin kuei... But you two didn't need to be in love, you just wanted to be one of his boys that night, and he was more than happy to play the role of dominating you in bed for a few hours - he knew how sensitive you were, how easy it was to turn you on, he loved every reaction you had just hearing his deep voice talk to you.

Sub zero soon called you to his quarters, some candles lit up the cold and smooth stone environment, while he was sitting with you on his lap. "-You know that I can hear your heartbeat, right? It accelerates just by me talking to you like that, you're so fragile." He spoke in a seductive tone, his eyes never left yours, he wanted you to feel the power he had over you, he studied you for months before accepting to dominate you intimately, every nickname you liked, every touch, every thing he provoked goosebumps on your skin, he wanted every night you made love to remain embedded in your mind, like a black stain, slowly corroding your senses, until only him was left.

"-You're so submissive and pretty... I think you would love it if I fucked you without even using a condom, or maybe just using one while fingering that cute little ass of yours." His tone was dominating, as he took control over the conversation. He leaned forward in his chair, spreading his legs wider apart to expose the bulge in his pants, it was clear he was hardening just thinking about what he planned to do with you.

"-Just think about it; feeling my dick deep inside your tight little cunt while stroking your cute clit or maybe just fingering your ass while fucking your pussy hard and raw, making sure not to use any protection for skin-to-skin contact." He continued talking dirty, as if imagining each moment of pleasure and lust vividly "-Doesn't that make you horny? Hm?" Bi Han asked calmly, watching as you trembled beneath him even more than before.

"-I know I can push you to the limit baby, maybe even make you cum while still wearing these clothes... How does that sound? Would you love it if I made you cum like that, boy?" He took one of his hands down your pants, while he held you in place, sticking two fingers inside your little hole, taking them out after they were well lubricated, exposing your juices on his fingertips.

"-Good boy, you're getting wet just because I told you how it would feel like... take off your clothes, maybe I'll let you struggle against my cock when we finally fuck for real" he murmured in a low and husky voice, his eyes never leaving yours. He wanted to see how far he could push you tonight.

You just obeyed him, clumsily removing the remains of fabric that still prevented the older man's discerning gaze from appreciating every corner of your body - He held your waist gently with his hands, feeling how wet and exposed you were beneath him, Bi Han couldn't help but caress one of your breasts slowly, while enjoying the view of your naked body.

"-You look so sweet right now, But remember, once we start there is no going back... And maybe afterward, you will cry, begging me not to stop fucking your tight little pussy... But for now, let's focus on making you cum first, okay?" He said as he kissed your neck softly, feeling how fast your heart rate increased by these words.

He placed one of his hands on your hips, while squeezing the hot, creamy flesh, guiding you in back and forth movements into the growing bulge of his pants, the thin black confining fabric of his robes was the only barrier stopping the grandmaster from holding you. fuck right there - but on the other hand, he wanted to make that pleasurable torture last as long as possible for both of them, he could feel how sensitive and horny you were just by rubbing against him, he knew it was getting harder for him with each passing second.

"-Don't stop, boy... I want you to cum just using my voice and my touch, okay? Just focus on what I tell you to do..." His tone was more possessive as he grabbed one of your nipples harshly , twisting them a little. "-Do you want me to fuck you now bunny? Or maybe just let you cum first, showing some mercy..." He slapped your thigh, while enjoying the view of your full breasts bouncing as you continued rubbing yourself against him. "-You're such a good little slut for me- your holes are so tight yet warm, perfect for my cock!- And oh fuck... Your cunt is dripping so much..."

You couldn't hold it in any longer, begging pathetically and shakily for him to fuck you, causing goosebumps all over sub zero's skin - he loved hearing you beg for him. "-Good boy, you asked for it... Now just relax and let me take control...", He took his throbbing member out of his boxer shorts while rubbing it against his wet lips, smiling, moaned softly as he finally felt his cock sliding into your tight pussy; It felt so good to be inside of you again that he couldn't help but grab onto your firm ass, fucking you deeper at each stroke.

"-You feel even tighter than before... And that smell... So sweet... Your pussy is clinging to my cock like a fucking glove, feeling every inch of me... Fuck!-" He grabbed your hair softly to make sure you looked at him as you spoke and moaned, looking deep into his eyes. "-Look into my eyes while I fuck you." Bi Han growled softly as he held your head tightly with one hand, insisting that you meet his gaze.

"-C-Can you hear that...? The sound of our bodies colliding, feeling your little wet pussy being drenched by my cock... Yes- that's the noise I want you to remember when you masturbate next time knowing how much I enjoyed fucking your holes." He could feel each thrust from below pushing his cock deeper as he still maintained control over the situation; he wanted you to know who was really in charge, dirty and incoherent sentences left both of your lips, kisses were raw and messy, your eyes were blurred by your mind broken by the intense pleasure.

"-Oh Fucking hell angel... You feel so good... So tight and wet... I want to see your face while we finish this, Ok? Now focus the fuck I'm going to cum baby boy-" His voice got more desperate as he thrust harder again, his cock almost slipping out of your tight pussy before entering again, hitting your G-spot expertly - he felt the familiar wave of pleasure building inside him once again, signaling his own imminent orgasm.

Bi Han buried his thick, needy shaft one last time into you - hot white seeds painting lines on your inner walls - his moans reverberated through the room as he fought to maintain control over himself; a futile effort. His cock remained inside your pussy even as he slowed his thrusts, enjoying the intimate closeness and connection between the two of you.

"-Good boy... Such a good boy for me..." He breathed heavily, as he held you close to his chest, maybe you two weren't in love, but there was a growing feeling beyond sex there.

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passivenovember · 7 months ago

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thinking real hard about Billy and Steve finding each other years after they've settled into themselves.

Billy's gone to therapy and he lives in a little house on the shoreline. Steve makes it to California. Doesn't have the six nuggets, yet. He's working insane hours at a job that isn't very lucrative, but he never had to sell his soul to his old man--

So. Point is. They're happy. Content, almost.

And then they find each other.

Steve's burning a pot of water when the phone rings.

It's like a knife through the air. A thorn in his side, pain and annoyance ramping up to an 11 as he yanks the receiver from the wall. "Yeah, now's not a great time," He says, because the goddamn smoke alarm's gonna start wailing any second now, and Steve's neighbor is real trigger-happy when it comes to alerting the fire department. "Look, I'll call you--"

"--Why answer the phone?"

Steve would know Billy's voice anywhere, the rough and tumble drag of someone who used to live fast and hard but doesn't, anymore. "I," Steve says, "I don't--"

"--It's like. Why answer the phone if it's not a good time to talk?"

"I don't like being impolite."

Billy hums, smoke and lightning on the end of the line. "So, you weren't waiting for me to call?"

"No," Steve says. But he was. Has been since high school and all the weird, boring, disheartening years that followed until Billy appeared at the dive bar on Saturday. Like a vision. An angel.

"Damn. And here I was, taking a full 72 hours to figure out what I should say," Billy tells him.

Steve can hear a smile.

Aches to taste it, but-- "That's kinda lame, Hargrove."

"So what?"

"So. You're kinda lame, I guess."

Billy laughs at him, then, high and bright. It shoots confetti into Steve's kitchen, the curling tendrils nearly catching on fire as Steve comes back to himself. He pulls the pan of water and dumps it into the sink, killing the flame on the stove.

"Yeah, I'm a disaster. Maxine tells me all the time," Billy says, "It's just. How weird, y'know?"

"What? You?"

"No, you," Billy tells him, chuckling again. "Fell outta the sky, or something. Into a shitty dive bar."

"So did you--"

"--Fell outta my dreams."

"So did you," Steve says, and his stomach twists. Tumbles. Washing-machine guts still soiled with the bloody red spots of a decade-long crush.

"Huh. You're kinda forward, Harrington."

Steve shrugs, face burning. "Long as I'm not as lame as you are."

"Dude, I didn't say you weren't lame."

"Sure, you didn't."

Billy's next laugh Steve feels in his gut, heat pooling behind the thatch of curly down at his pelvis. "Still such a bitch, pretty boy."

"I'm just being honest. We aren't getting any younger, I'm not really interested in playing it cool, anymore."

Something rustles as Billy shifts his weight, "You were cool, once?"

"Ha-ha."

"I don't wanna play it cool, either," Billy tells him, as serious as a heart attack, "Look, can I be honest? You mind?"

Steve nods and then remembers Billy can't see him. "Go ahead."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

Steve peers through the kitchen window, trying to imagine Billy somewhere on the edge of town with sunlight in his hair. Smoking in bed, naked gold until the duvet pulls him under hips first.

"Harrington, I need to see you again."

"Need is kind of dramatic."

"Maybe I'm feeling dramatic."

"Thought this was honesty hour, Hargrove?"

"It is. Honestly? I wanna kiss you," Billy tells him. "At midnight. In the pouring rain because I was too chicken-shit to do it after our first date."

Steve focuses on not swallowing his tongue. Damn near fails. "Was that a date?"

"No, it was bigger. It was the stars aligning, the start of--"

"--God, you are feeling dramatic."

"When can I see you?"

"I dunno," Steve says, fiddling with the lip of the sink, "When are we expecting rain?"

"Not sure."

Steve can hear his smile. Aches to sink into the softness. "I need a window to commit."

"Tonight. I'll make it rain."

Steve snorts, light as air. "You're crazy."

"I've had ten years to plan for this, Steve."

"Alright, lemme--" Steve pads over to the refrigerator, peering at his Kittens and Firefighters calendar. May is covered in birthdays, vacations, late nights at work, and roll-over plans from April, all hacked into the cardstock in striking red.

Steve groans and flips to June. "--Can you still make it rain in a month?"

"A month," Billy demands, "Fuck. You're hot shit but I didn't think--"

"--I have a full-time job. And friends who want to hang out when I'm not at work, but since I use all my energy at work I cancel on them, and things get moved around and--"

"--You can't make an exception for the guy who wants to eat you out?"

The pages of the calendar flutter, May settling heavy in the room. Steve swallows and his throat clicks. "Uh. My friends--"

"--Aren't gonna eat you out."

"They would. If I asked them to, at least one of them would."

"I'm not really loving that idea, pretty boy," Billy says, teasing. "What about over a lunch break?"

"You want to eat my ass over a lunch break?" Steve snorts, "I'm not a hooker."

"What's wrong with--"

"--I'm not," Steve says, "And even if I was, I'm not cheap. You couldn't afford the hour, and we'd need more than that, anyway."

"What about a sleep over?"

"A sleepover?" Steve says, turning from the refrigerator. "Like, where I come over to your house and stay until the morning?"

"Or I come over to yours, yeah."

"But--"

"Actually, let's do yours. Maxine's place is getting fumigated, so she and Lucas are staying in the guest house."

"You have a guest house?" Steve doesn't remember mention of that during their first date, but. He was distracted.

Billy laughs, "Bet I could afford your hour, pretty boy."

"I thought," Steve says, twirling the phone cord around his hand, "In high school, I remember you telling Becky Gordes that you don't do sleepovers."

"I'm gay."

"Okay, but what about Eddie Munson? The whole school thought you were fucking him, did he ever sleep--"

"--No, my dad would've killed both of us," Billy tells him, and. Something in his voice makes Steve's blood run cold. Makes him believe it.

So he shifts gears, "But. Don't you have work tomorrow?"

"Who said anything about a sleepover tonight," Billy says. Steve imagines the look on his face. Shit-eating grin bright and sharp and beautiful as always. "Unless you want me to come over tonight?"

"I never said that."

"I can work wherever I want. I don't have to go in at all, if I don't want to."

Steve pads over to his junk drawer, digging around for a red pen. "What does Saturday look like for you?" He bites the cap off, holding it like a straw in the curl of his tongue.

Billy laughs, "I thought you said you weren't free until next month?"

Steve chews on the cap for a moment, pen shaking over the cardstock surface of his calendar. He imagines Billy like he was that night. Different but exactly the same. Charming and soft in a way that only comes from the toil of regeneration. Years and years shedding skin.

He'd been funny and smart. Quick wittted.

Sweet. Like cotton fuckin' candy.

Steve remembers not wanting the date to end, not believing that the universe would give him Billy with no strings attached and laying awake that night, hoping Billy would call, and that they'd get their chance, and now--

"Shit. What the fuck am I doing?" Steve asks, but it comes out garbled and messy and wrong. Comes out sounding like, she whale the food ham ding dong.

Billy laughs at him, again, anyway. "What?"

Steve spits the pen cap onto the counter. "You really want to eat me out tonight?"

"Damn--"

"--Because. I was too fucking stupid to realize what was happening between us in high school. Or. What was happening to me when I saw you in high school, and this is important to me," Steve says in a rush. Fuck being subtle, right? "We're not getting any younger. And I haven't slept with anyone for a long time, much less someone who I've wanted for as long as I can remember, so if you're going to come over here and fuck me--"

"Or talk," Billy says gently. "We could talk more. Get to know each other."

Steve listens to the static on the other end of the line.

"I want to get to know you again, Steve," Billy says.

And Steve cracks. Like a bowl in the microwave, curdling under pressure and heat. "Alright, just. Do you have a pen and paper?"

"For what?"

"My address," Steve says, leaning against the sink, "I want to get to know you, too."

"Tonight," Billy asks, digging around for something.

"Tonight," Steve says. "What the hell."

"Great."

"You've got something to write with?"

"Yeah," Billy says, sounding like he's barely holding it together. "Yeah, just. Whenever you're ready."

That night, after, just as Steve falls asleep in Billy's arms--

It rains.

#harringrove #little fun thing to get me out of my writers block #and maybe sort of based on a real thing that happened to me recently #sort of #anyway!#bye!#billy hargrove #fluff #reconnecting

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