#not a single thought behind these eyes but full of love

[bambi-lamb]

getting into trouble

Summary: Dating Wanda is always getting you into trouble—not the bad kind, mind you. After all, Mommy Wanda is always so loving, honey-sweet words tumbling past her lips even as her hands roam freely—but that's where the trouble lies, with reassurances murmured into your ear while she wrings orgasm after orgasm out of you.

Tags: wanda maximoff x f!reader, 18+, smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral sex, cunnilingus, fingering, mommy kink

WC: 1,365

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZZIE OLSEN!! also, detka = baby. hope y'all enjoy this one as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

It always starts out the same way. Well, actually, scratch that. It never really starts the same way, but it always ends up producing the same result.

That is to say, Wanda Maximoff is possibly a danger to society—definitely a danger to your sanity and composure.

Of course, there's nothing all that special about the day that leads up to this moment. It's been a good day, and Wanda came home from work even-tempered and content, especially upon learning that you had already made dinner.

After dinner is when the trouble starts.

It's always an innocent invitation and a soft smile that get you into the same old situation. You end up on the couch, watching an old sitcom or a modern rom-com with Wanda. It's her favorite way to unwind, and, unbeknownst to her, despite your pretense of reluctance, her taste in films and TV shows is growing on you.

She picks The Proposal, one of her all-time favorites, for tonight. You end up nestled in her side, leaning into her shoulder and breathing in the smell of vanilla as Wanda watches the flickering screen.

Soon enough, her hands begin to stray, and that's the hidden danger behind cuddling up to Wanda Maximoff. She always starts soft and gentle, her calm demeanor masking a darker desire. Her hand lands on your hip, thumb rubbing comforting circles over your skin. Eventually, always without you noticing or realizing, her hand ends up nudged between your legs, pinky creeping up toward the apex of your thighs.

"Wan…"

"Shh, my love. I just want to feel how soft you are. I promise. That's all," she reassures, cooing softly down at you.

Never once has she kept that promise.

Her hand always manages to slip up and over the edge of your waistband, fingertips trailing over your skin until she's managed to work her index and middle finger down into your panties and over your sticky cunt.

And that's when she's really caught you. She knows you can't stand being teased, can't ever handle the thought of her pulling away after working you up. And that's how it goes every single time.

"Mommy… please." With tears welling in your eyes, you plead with her, already desperate for more.

And that's when Wanda knows she has you, knows with full confidence that there's nothing you wouldn't do now to come around her fingers, on her tongue, any which way she wants.

"Yes, detka? What do you need?" Caring and cruel all in one.

"Need more," you can't help but beg, and the trap snaps shut.

"My darling girl," she always coos, fingers rough where they're pressed to your clit, rubbing in tight, sharp circles until you're digging your heels into the couch cushions and tipping your head back to whine to the heavens.

"So lovely for me like this, detka." Satisfaction oozing from her voice when you shiver apart in the first orgasm of the night.

And when you inevitably whine at the overstimulation, she retreats, softly pulling away and promising she'll just be a moment, she just wants to clean you up is all. Wanda likes to slide to kneel as gracefully as possible, floating down between your legs before pulling your pants and underwear down to join her on the floor.

"Just relax for me, pretty girl," she murmurs, and even though you know what's coming next, you always listen, melting back into the couch cushions as she leans in for a taste.

She's not wrong, at least not at first. Her mouth is always gentle, careful. In the beginning, anyway. She's slow and cautious, lapping steadily over your leaking cunt until you're keening high into the air. But she never stops. She just keeps her hands on your thighs, pinning you down even as you try to squirm away from her overzealous tongue.

"Oh, detka, just a little more, hm? Be good for mommy."

And you always want to make mommy happy, but your nerves are sparkling with stimulation, glittering with overwhelming pleasure.

"Mommy, please," begging for her to stop, begging for more. It doesn't matter.

"I've got you, sweet girl."

Even as she murmurs sweet nothings against your clit, teeth grazing softly over raw nerves, she doesn't stop. She keeps her voice low and steady, even as she presses the length of her tongue into you, hands firm when she helps you rock your hips forward and down onto her face.

"Just let mommy make you feel good, detka."

The second orgasm never comes easily, but she refuses to stop until she gets it. Her tongue is a desperate, fierce thing, lethal in her efforts to make you come again. Even as the pain of overstimulation bleeds back into euphoria, you can't stop squirming, wriggling in her grasp. But Wanda is nothing if not thorough, and she remains steadfast, fingers digging into your hips as she moans into your cunt.

"You always taste so good, pretty girl. Why don't you come for mommy, hm? Be a good girl and come."

You're always shivering, twitching uncontrolled as she rolls your hips down against the flat of her tongue, as she seals her mouth over your clit, sucking so hard you nearly black out, eyes wide as she drinks in the sight of you falling apart again. She always moans when she tastes you gushing into her mouth, and then it's back to kitten licks and soothing assurances that she's just going to clean you up.

For your third orgasm, sometimes she uses her mouth again. Plenty of times, she eats you out for hours on the couch. If it's a weekend, she'll keep you up until the sun peeks over the horizon. On weekdays, like tonight, she likes to feel you around her fingers, likes to wring out at least another two or three shattering, world-ending orgasms until you're convinced you won't be able to stand up tomorrow morning.

Again, it's always a careful, gentle build-up. She leans up for a kiss, switching her mouth out for her fingers, soft and sweet where they dip just at the opening of your cunt.

"Just want to feel how warm you are, detka," she soothes.

"You're so lovely like this, I just can't help myself," she excuses, just before she stuffs you with two fingers, curling them cruelly, battering the sensitive spot just behind your belly. When you curl in on yourself, whimpering and whining as your nerve endings burn themselves raw, she just murmurs sweet nothings against your neck, lips mouthing softly at already-bruising skin.

"Come for me, detka, just one more, yeah? Just one more, my love," she murmurs, thumb rubbing your clit raw as she stretches you open. With your nerve endings screaming at the unrelenting overstimulation, you give in to her, crashing and burning with another orgasm as she scissors her fingers open, an edge of a grin at the corner of her mouth even as she whispers into your ear.

"Oh, my sweet girl, my darling, you've been so good for mommy," even as her fingers continue thrusting, rough and unyielding where they coax yet another orgasm out of your ruined cunt.

"You have another for mommy, don't you? Just one more, detka," she murmurs, offering it up like a fair trade, sounding more and more reasonable with every passing moment that her fingers fuck into you.

And if you ever whine, a complaint of too much, she pulls away gracefully, offering soft apologies as she slides to her knees yet again. "It's alright"s and "just let mommy clean you up"s sweet on her tongue as she spreads your thighs open yet again.

Her promises are nothing more than empty words, a fact both of you are well aware of. Yet, when Wanda murmurs her nonsensical, hollow oaths against your feverish skin, it feels like something forever-binding, holy and intangible.

When you come crashing down to earth under the hold of an all-too-real orgasm—again and again and again—you can never bring yourself to hold it against her. After all, you've always had a knack for getting yourself in trouble. And if it makes Wanda happy, well, that's worth all the trouble in the world.

[vampiriito]

Summer was full of kisses.. (JJ Maybank x shy! kook! reader) Chapter 7

A/N: Hey loves! insane how good this series is doing. My valentines day special kinda blew up and i'm like still in shock. Thanks to @thxtmarvelchick for featuring my fic in her recommendations post, I got too attached to this story, and I'm kinda sad it's coming to an end :(

Summary: JJ and his girlfriend have a movie night but is JJ watching the movie..? no, JJ is trying to calm himself down and at least make it through the stupid rom-com playing on your laptop before he pounces on you. (warnings? p in v, needy bf JJ and me being single.)

Being JJ's girlfriend turned out to be easy. Well, almost. You always wondered how'd it feel, and how'd he look in a committed relationship. But JJ was whipped. When his best friend John B started macking Sarah Cameron he called him pussy whipped. But JJ feared he became the same thing, in the small window of time of dating you. It came as a shock to everyone, except Maisy, your best friend. She had a feeling this would happen, she said. Despite being 2 complete opposites, you and JJ paired really well, your quiet demeanor softening him and his reckless talkative one making you just a tad bit out there. It was a strange feeling for JJ's best friends, seeing him smitten with one girl. Bringing her to hangouts and parties. Like he was another person.

John B and Pope were especially shocked at the sudden change in their friend. JJ always being one to go from girl to girl, never being serious about any of them, but with you it was different. JJ was acting.... well, almost like a normal teenager, the very thought of it made both John B and Pope roll their eyes and shake their heads. Even just a few months ago none of them thought JJ was capable of being in a serious relationship, but here they all were. And if JJ was being 100% honest, he rather liked being your boyfriend.

He enjoyed the way it felt to be your boyfriend. He liked watching everyone's reactions in the group, the shock and disbelief on their faces was one he would never get tired of. He liked the way you sat next to him at the Wreck, the way you let him put his hand on your thigh, the way you leaned your head on his shoulder. He loved the way you would let him pull you in and give you small kisses on your forehead and your cheeks and your neck. He just loved you.

He wasn't a sap though, he still acted like the same JJ everyone knew. Still was cocky and smug, still threw parties and did stupid pranks with his friends, but he didn't look at other girls and he didn't sleep around. It was like he flipped a switch to only focus on you. He found it funny and strange that you had this effect on him. John B and Pope found it absolutely mind blowing and shocking.

"JJ..." you scolded your boyfriend for what felt like the hundredth time in the last 15 minutes. He kept poking you and pinching your side, and on top of all that, asking a million questions and making snarky comments about the movie playing on your laptop screen.

Your cheek was resting on your palm, elbow propped on the pillow as you lay lazily on your side, your eyes fixed intently on the movie. The room was quiet, apart from the sounds of the film and the occasional chuckle from JJ whenever he managed to get a reaction out of you. Your blankets and a mess of pillows surrounded you both on the bed, creating a cozy nest. The small fairy lights hung from the wall above the bed, casting a soft glow around the room. It was perfect for the laptop screen to cast most of the light, avoiding the harshness of a lamp or lightbulb.

"What? I'm barely touching you." JJ responded, a cheeky smirk on his face. He was lounging behind you, his body pressed up against your back, his bare chest pressing against your upper back and neck. One arm was snaked around your waist, pulling your body tight against his so that there was very little space between the two of you. His other hand was the one doing the annoying poking and pinching, his finger digging into your side, enjoying the way you squirmed.

His chin was resting on your shoulder, his breath soft against your ear, each exhale sending a soft shiver down your spine. He was being purposely annoying, as he usually was, enjoying the way you reacted and the scolding you would give him. He knew you didn't actually mind that much, it wasn't like he was poking enough to truly hurt you. No, he was gentle in his pokes, just teasing and playful, like everything else he did.

His long, sun-bleached hair was messy, sticking in every direction, most of it falling down off his shoulders. It was always a mess, always looking like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards but you loved it anyway. It was cute, it was messy, and it suited his unkempt, chaotic personality perfectly. It also felt really nice when he nuzzled his head against you, when he buried his face in your neck and his hair tickled the skin of your throat and collarbone.

His chin moved from your shoulder, and he nuzzled his head against the side of your neck, his nose and lips grazing the sensitive skin, peppering a few short kisses on your skin. His arm that was wrapped around your waist gave you a gentle squeeze, as if he was trying to coax some attention out of you, wanting you to turn and look at him instead of focusing on the movie playing on the laptop.

You shook your head gently, sighing and running your hand through his hair for a split second as if telling him to rein it in, still intently watching the movie playing on your laptop.

JJ let out a small whine, his chin still resting on your shoulder. He pouted against your skin, continuing to press his lips against your neck, the tip of his tongue gently darting out and lapping at your skin. His hand around your waist slid up under the fabric of your shirt, his palm splaying over your stomach, pulling you even tighter against him.

“Pay attention to me..” He muttered, his voice deep and a little whiny, his hand moving from your stomach to your ribs, his fingers slowly tracing across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He continued to kiss and nuzzle and press his lips to your neck, trailing kisses from just under your ear to your shoulder and back again.

"I just wanna watch the movie... we made out like 20 minutes ago.." you sighed, your tone gentle yet distracted by the laptop. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his hand slipping under your tank top, splaying over your ribs, leaving hot and insistent kisses over your neck from behind. Which you didn't really mind, you loved the attention JJ gave you, especially now that he purposefully stayed in with you on a Friday night instead of going to a kegger.

"Yeah, well, now I wanna kiss you again." He replied, his tone and actions still somewhat whiny and childish, and he still pouted against your neck. His hand on your ribs continued to trace circles on your skin, his thumb gently rubbing against your ribs, his other arm still wrapped around your waist and holding your body tight against his. The kisses he was placing on your neck were slow and lazy, his lips moving and his tongue tasting your soft skin.

"Please..."

He drew the word out, still pressed against your neck, his lips still moving slowly and lazily against your skin as he planted kiss after kiss down the column of your neck. He knew how much you liked when he was clingy like this, when he whined at you, when he begged. He knew how much you liked it when he wrapped himself around you and held you tight against him, like he was doing now.

Your hand reached up to run through his hair gently, raking your fingers through it mindlessly, "I promise I'll kiss you after the movie okay?" you muttered comfortingly, trying your best to focus on the movie and not the fact that, despite your protests you liked how much he was clinging to you, kissing your neck slowly and whining quietly. It made your stomach do those weird flips and heat bloom just a little between your legs.

JJ let out another pouty whine, but his lips and tongue and everything stopped, he knew he wasn't going to get his way. He was also a little too distracted by the feeling of your fingers in his hair, of you massaging his scalp as you ran your fingers through his messy locks. He made a small noise, almost like a purr, as he pressed his face into your neck and practically nuzzled into you. He was a total puppy, he just would never outright admit it though.

His hand on your stomach slowly slid lower, his fingers tracing the expanse of your stomach, then your hip, pausing for a moment before going lower still, stopping on your upper thigh and resting there. He pulled you a little tighter against him, his body molding against your back, as if he was trying to meld his body with yours and make the two of you into one. He placed another few lazy, warm kisses on your neck before propping his chin back on your shoulder and watching the movie, as patiently as he could.

As he adjusted your bodies, your arched your back a little, shifting so your were sitting more comfortably now, content that he was finally paying attention to the movie like you had asked him.

JJ tried very hard to focus on the movie playing on the laptop screen but found himself distracted every few minutes, your body pressed up against him like that. You shifting against him only made it harder to pay attention, your body moving against his in all the right ways, pressing against all the wrong spots and making his head spin. He tried his best to fight down the heat building in his lower stomach, ignoring the way his blood was starting to flow downward.

He nuzzled his head against your neck again, taking deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down, but the scent of you was only making everything worse. He tried to keep his hands still, to not let them wander to your thighs or hips or anywhere else on your body. He didn't want to lose control after he said he'd behave and let you finish your movie. He just had to hope you were more interested in the movie than you were interested in what he was doing to you, hoping that you didn't notice his body reacting to you.

You let out a faint giggle, turning to gaze back at him, raising your brows in expectancy as if expecting him to also laugh at whatever was on the screen, going back to watching almost instantly, adjusting your self once again without even realizing.

JJ, on the other hand, found himself mesmerized by the sight of you. Sitting with him like this, with your back pressed against his chest and your hair framing your face in soft waves. Your face tilted back to look at him, the faint sparkle in your eyes as you gave him a small smile. He thought you were so damn beautiful like this, and the way you kept shifting against him, unknowingly moving in ways that set every nerve in his body on fire... he felt like he was hanging on by a thread.

His hands had a mind of their own as they slowly, hesitantly, started sliding over your body, starting on your thighs, tracing small, aimless patterns on them before moving up and around your hips, tracing your curves, as he fought the urge to dig his fingers into your skin. His lips hovered over your neck, not kissing, not nuzzling, not doing anything but breathing slowly in an attempt to calm himself down a little.

You felt his touch, and took it as him simply just being affectionate. Which was better than poking you and pinching your back or tickling you. You raised your hand to run in through his hair again in a tender gesture, another small giggle escaping your lips at the events of the movie.

JJ practically mewled at the feeling of your hand in his hair, any control or self restraint he had left completely disappearing as he let out a quiet, frustrated huff. Your touch was driving him insane. The way your back was pressed against his chest, the way you were practically sitting in his lap. And now, your fingers and nails gently running through his hair, he couldn't take it anymore. Your touch was like a drug and he was an addict, hooked on wanting more and more and more. Which he got used to very quickly. He didn't think he was one for relationships. But in the 2 weeks or so of being your boyfriend, he thanked the gods everyday, especially when he knew you two had something planned that day. Skatepark date? JJ was barely paying attention to the trick you were trying to teach him, too focused of the way your voice sounded when you explained or the way you moved gracefully on the board. Beach date with his friends? god, he was already done for when he thought about you in a bathing suit, tanning while reading a book. He was actually free-falling.

He buried his nose and lips in your neck, his eyes closing as he inhaled your scent, your skin hot and soft against his mouth. He let out a warm sigh, his hand on your thigh moving higher, his fingers slowly tracing your skin. His body was practically overheating with the need to be closer, to touch more of you, his heart beating faster and faster as he slowly lost his mind over you. Your hand massaging his scalp and your scent filling his senses. He never realized how touch deprived he actually was until he met you. He wanted your hands on him at all times. Holding his hand, playing with his hair, kissing his cheek. JJ wanted everything.

"That feels nice.." you mumbled, turning to gaze at him momentarily over your shoulder. The feeling of his lips and nose just resting against the skin of your throat felt warm and nice, returning your attention back to the movie but still raking your hand through his hair mindlessly and affectionately.

Your words and your touch made his brain short circuit. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice to reply to you. When he finally spoke, his voice was shaky and hoarse, gruff sounding and rough around the edges. He wanted to stay on the course he'd promised and behave while you watched the movie... but the feel of your fingers gently scratching at his scalp and your soft skin under his hand was quickly breaking down that resolve.

"Yeah," He managed to rasp, "it does."

His hand on your thigh slowly started to wander, moving higher and higher, tracing shapes and patterns on your skin, inching closer to the hem of your shorts. He gently nipped the skin of your shoulder, his mouth opening and gently sucking at the place he'd bit. He was completely lost to the sensation of you, drowning in it, addicted to it.

You let out an involuntary sigh, the sound akin to moan but not quite when he nipped at your shoulder. You didn't even realize it because you continued to watch the movie, chiming up after a few moments, "are you okay? you sound weird and you're awfully behaved."

JJ bit back a gasp as you let out that soft sound, something between a sigh and a moan, the sound making the already aching heat in his lower stomach grow hotter, harder, more urgent. God he wanted you so badly. Your scent, your skin, your voice, the way you were sitting against him, blissfully unaware at the effect you were having on him, driving him absolutely crazy. He was barely hanging on by a thread.

"I'm fine," He responded in a hoarse whisper, "just... really enjoying the movie."

"I didn't annoy you did i?" you turned to look at him over your shoulder once again, a small and concerned frown tugging at your lips over the thought that he was irritated with you.

JJ almost groaned at the look on your face, your pout so soft and cute, looking so damn innocent. How the hell were you completely oblivious to what you were doing to him right now? How were you so damn beautiful and cute and making him so damn hard right now....

He shook his head, trying desperately to find a coherent thread of thought to say something to you in response. He was so beyond words right now, all he could do was just stare at you with his mouth slightly open.

"Are you sure? I didn't irritate you when i was being scolding?" you asked, still frowning at him over your shoulder, worried at the lack of response."I just really wanted to show you this movie, it's my favorite.."

JJ let out a short, quiet laugh, your question completely breaking his train of thought. In his head, he was practically begging you to stop and let him go back to being a mindless, obsessed, horny, hot mess. Your innocence was just driving him absolutely crazy right now, in more ways than one.

"No- I- no, it's fine." He choked out, barely managing to form words, he needed you to stop worrying. "The movie is great.. interesting uh.. plot."

He took a shaky breath, desperately trying to calm down and get control over himself, but you were making it damn near impossible. You're touch, your voice, your innocent questions were driving him crazy. He needed more of you, but he wasn't going to take, not yet. He had to get himself under control first.

"Please.... Can you just - can you just watch the movie. Please." He pleaded in a hoarse whisper, his body trembling a little.

"Okay.." you smiled slightly, going back to watching the movie, your hand resuming its movements in his hair lazily after adjusting your glasses. He was acting weird, but you weren't going to question it. He was being awfully quiet though. A bit worrying for JJ Maybank.

JJ took a shaky, uneven breath, trying to calm himself down, trying to control the aching heat in his body. Your gentle hand in his hair was making him insane though. He was struggling, he needed to let out all of this tension and heat pent up inside him, but he didn't want to take advantage of you... He had to get a grip on himself. But he was so hard, damn it was painful. He bit back a whimper as he let out a frustrated, quiet huff.

JJ was at his limit now. There was no way he could take this without going insane. He needed you desperately, he needed you right now. He gave a strained sigh, leaning down and burying his nose in the back of your neck, taking deep lung-fulls of your scent, trying to use it to calm himself. It was the wrong move, he got more worked up by the second and you were still blissfully unaware.

His hand on your thigh slowly inched higher, his fingers sliding under the fabric of your shorts. His breath was coming faster and shorter now, in little pants, as he tried desperately to get control of himself. He needed to stop, he was slowly losing the self restraint he'd been holding on to. He wanted you so badly, wanted you in every dirty way he could imagine... but he couldn't be his usual selfish, impatient self. Not when you were so damn fragile and beautiful. Not when he loved you as much as he did.

You turned to gaze back at him over your shoulder, as if feeling the tension radiating from him, but you thought he was tense because he was irritated at you. So you smiled almost cautiously at him, pressing a small kiss on his cheek briefly hoping to ease his irritation. You liked that you could just.. kiss JJ. Or touch him. He was more than glad about that too, the two of you making one hell of a touchy feely couple.

He was fighting a losing battle. Your gentle kiss on his cheek only made it worse, his need for you was driving him insane. He needed to focus on you, your smile, your kiss, your soft skin, your sweet, naive innocence. Anything but the way your scent was driving him crazy.

He had to admit though, he enjoyed your soft gesture, as brief and innocent as it was. He loved the way you were so pure and sweet. He loved how unaware and clueless you were to the way your touch and kisses affected him.

"You're so pretty.." you mumbled, still smiling at him, "I'm sorry for irritating you."

And that just about sent him over the edge. Your innocent little compliment, the way you seemed to think you were irritating him, when it was actually far from the truth. His restraint was hanging on by a damn thread now. He could feel himself reaching the breaking point, he wanted to just throw the movie out the window and take you right then and there. The only thing stopping him was you and your soft, sweet innocence...

His hand on your thigh was almost to the hem of your shorts now, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your upper thigh. His other hand was still in your hair, the one not at risk of wandering down someplace else. He took a shaking breath, trying to find his voice to respond.

"You're not... God, you're not irritating me." He managed to say in a low, shaky voice, the words sounding both like a gasp and a whisper simultaneously.

"You just became quiet suddenly.." you mumbled worryingly shifting so you were laying on your back, propped up by your elbows.

The sight of you laying on your back now, looking up at him while propped up on your elbows, was almost enough to make his brain short circuit again. He had to bite back a gasp as he gazed down at you, taking in the sight of you. The way your hair was framing your face, your innocent, concerned expression, your soft lips, gazing at him, the way your shirt, or his shirt, was slightly too big and was bunched up at your midriff, letting skin show... He suddenly regretted making you wear his shirt when he took it off.

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus on the conversation, on your words, and not on the way he was being slowly and surely driven insane by you. He took a deep, uneven breath before replying, his voice coming out in a low, almost strained whisper. "I... I just wasn't enjoying the movie I guess... I just... got lost in my thoughts."

"Something bad?" you asked raising your brows, "we can do something else... if you're not enjoying the movie."

JJ had to force his gaze to remain on your face and not wander down your body, but it was getting more and more difficult. You were so damn distracting, and you weren't even trying. He took a few shaky breaths, trying to steady himself, his mind practically begging himself to just grab you and not let go. He shook his head, answering you in a strained voice. "No- no. Don't worry about it. Just watch the movie... I'll be fine."

"It's fine.. you know what i wanna do? I need you to help me with something.." you reached to pause the movie looking back at him to smile affectionately.

He raised a brow questioningly as you paused the movie, wondering what your going to ask, his mind still being consumed by what had been happening previously. But the affectionate smile on your face gave him some more much needed focus. He leaned down a little in response, giving you his full attention. "What do you need help with?"

"Okay this is gonna sound dumb and stupid.." you sighed, your face souring in a bit of embarrassment.

JJ shook his head, smiling a little, you could never say anything that he would think was dumb or stupid. He placed a hand on your arm, gently rubbing it in an affectionate gesture.

"No, it's not, just tell me. Anything." He'll do right about anything for you at this point.

"Okay so... i need you to let me put on some lipstick and kiss you all over your face.. and then i need to take a few pics of it.." you smiled awkwardly, suddenly regretting the way the request was sounding.

JJ's eyes widened at your request, his lips parting in surprise. He had not been expecting that at all, but it didn't mean he didn't like the sound of it. The thought of your lips and lipstick all over his face, your gentle touch as you applied it, having tangible proof of it in the form of photos... he liked it, he liked it a lot, more than he should. "Are you sure?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Well i wanna paint it.. so yeah." you smiled gently, thinking he was probably weirded out by your request to paint him.

JJ nodded slowly, thinking, his gaze on your face. His imagination was going wild at the thought of this, of you putting on lipstick and kissing all over his face while he tried to keep some amount of composure. But you hadn't even noticed the state he was in, how badly he wanted all of that from you.

"Okay... Sure." He said finally in a low voice, silently praying he could keep himself under control and behave like a gentleman while you did whatever you wanted to him. That was worded wrong in his head, because the thought of you doing whatever you wanted to him was-.. no he had to focus here.

You stood up from the bed, walking over to the vanity in your room, grabbing a red liquid lipstick, studying the color intently before walking back to the bed and reaching in your nightstand for a small pocket mirror. You applied some of the lipstick on your lips, scooting over to him and straddling him, "okay i know it looks silly.. just bear with me okay?" you asked awkwardly.

JJ's heart pounded as you straddled him, your body moving over his, a warm and heavy weight, your thighs on either side of his hips, your legs resting on the bed on either side of his. He quickly had to take a few slow breaths, trying to ground himself and keep his thoughts from running rampant. The sight of your red stained lips was so distracting because all he wanted was to ruin the lipstick, he wanted to kiss you so badly, he desperately needed to feel them.

"It's fine.... I trust you." He said in a strained voice, looking up at you with a half-lidded gaze.

You nodded excitedly, leaning down and pressing a tentative kiss on his cheek. As you pulled back, you noticed the kiss mark already beaming on his skin. Smiling, you repeated the process, planting soft kisses all over his face. His cheeks and forehead soon became a canvas of lipstick stains, each one a testament to your affection. He closed his eyes, savoring the tender moments, while you continued to cover his face with delicate, loving imprints.

JJ's mind was going insane at the feeling of your lips against his skin, soft and warm, your gentle, innocent kisses. But that combined with your body straddling him, the weight and warmth of you on top of him, was almost too much for him to take. He needed something to ground himself with, something to focus on, something to keep himself under control. He brought both his hands up, letting them rest on your hips, the familiar shape and softness of them giving him some amount of focus.

"You're so pretty..." you mumbled, pouting affectionately at him as you gazed at the marks of your lips scattered across his face messily but beautifully.

He could feel his cheeks blushing at your innocent compliment. He had been called a lot of things, but no one had ever called him "pretty", no one ever looked at him with that affectionate look on their face. He was used to being considered good looking, attractive, hot, but never pretty or beautiful. Your innocent expression as you gazed at the mess of red lipstick marks on his face was almost too much for him to take. He felt adored, treasured, cared for and he had to hold himself back from just taking you right here and now.

He looked up at you, his eyes searching your face, taking in your expression, the look in your eyes, the way your lips were curled up in a small smile and stained in red. His fingers tensed slightly on your hips as he tried desperately to control himself, to keep himself from grabbing you and having his way with you, to keep himself from letting out a low moan at the sight of you. He licked at his lips, his throat feeling dry as he spoke, his voice coming out in a low, hoarse whisper. "Are you done yet...?"

"Mmmm... no. I need to kiss you-.. i mean i already have but like kiss kiss you.." you chuckled, pushing your glasses up and cupping his face gently.

JJ's heart skipped a beat at your words, the way you said them in an almost dreamy, innocent way, like a child almost. He knew what you meant, but hearing you say it like that made his mind spin. And the way you were now cupping his face, your hands so soft and gentle, made his want for you increase tenfold. He took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself as his hands gripped your hips a little tighter. "Kiss me... then."

You complied, leaning down smiling against his lips as you kissed him, almost shyly, despite having kissed him so many times already since you started dating.

JJ's mind almost went blank the moment he felt your lips against his. Everything else faded away, all of the tension and heat coursing through him focused solely on the feeling of your mouth against his, the warm, soft sensation of your lips, gentle and innocent. And the realization that despite having kissed you so many times by now, you still kissed him shyly as if it was your first time, this thought drove him insane, made him fall more and more in love with you, if possible.

He responded to the kiss hungrily, his hands on your hips moving to your lower back, pulling you closer to him, wanting to feel you more, wanting to hold you closer. A low moan rumbled at the back of his throat as the kiss grew more passionate, more intense. He could feel his head spinning from the feeling of you against him, the soft, sweet taste of your mouth, he needed more.

You took the kiss in stride, despite how shy and flustered you actually were, your fingers splaying on his skin as you cradled his jaw, pulling him closer to you and slipping your tongue between his lips gently.

JJ's breath hitched as he felt your tongue slip into his mouth, a low gasp escaping his lips as he felt his self-control slipping away. He gripped you tighter, needing to feel you, his mind drowning in the sweet taste of you, lost in the feeling of your tongue against his, the way you were cradling his face like it was the most precious thing to you. He was quickly losing himself in the kiss, he was quickly going insane.

He tried to pull away for a moment, desperately needing to come up for air, but you wouldn't let him, your grip on his face, your tongue in his mouth, was too much for him to resist. So he gave up, he leaned into you fully, letting his hands slip under your shirt, needing to feel more of your skin, desperate for it. He let another low moan escape his lips as his mind started to go blank.

You hummed, shifting onto his lap so you could straddle him better, kiss him better, your body arching into his hands desperately, absolutely relishing in the feeling of his hands roaming over the small of your back and ribs.

He broke the kiss for a moment, needing air, and he took this time to gaze at you, to take in the sight of you sitting on his lap, your face flushed, your lips stained red with lipstick, your shirt slightly pushed up to reveal bare skin underneath, his name on your shirt. He took a few shaky breaths, his mind barely even registering the words that came out of his mouth next.

"Christ I- I need you, Y/n."

"Hold on.. i-.. well, i need to take the picture and you wanna... while having lipstick stains all over your face?" You asked, panting slightly and reaching to adjust your glasses shakily and timidly.

JJ almost growled aloud at the interruption, his mind still hazy, still fully consumed by his want and need of you. But he took a few deep breaths, trying to force himself to clear his thoughts so he could think, so he could focus and pay attention. He let his hands remain on your lower back as he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, nodding quietly.

"Yeah.. Yeah. You're right. I just-" He let out a shaky breath, his voice coming out in a low, strained whisper.

"I just really need you right now.. like, really bad."

"It's okay... you're just so pretty i need you too... but i wanna get a picture at least.." you mumbled, fidgeting nervously and cupping his face once again.

JJ let out a low sigh, lifting his head to look at you, his eyes gazing into yours, taking in your adorable, shy, innocent expression. The sight of you fidgeting nervously combined with your words of calling him "pretty" and saying you needed him, it nearly sent him over the edge again, his hands gripping your waist more firmly. "Okay.. okay... you can take the picture. But after that I'm gonna need you... right away. Got it?"

You smiled shyly down at him, still gazing at his face which was covered in your lipstick marks, "But what about the lipstick stains? do you not want me to take it off?"

He looked up at you, taking in your shy, sweet smile, the way you were looking at his face, the way you were still straddling him, the feeling of your body underneath his hands. He was barely holding himself back from doing what he wanted to do to you right this moment, but he somehow managed to keep his voice relatively steady as he responded to you. "I don't care about the lipstick stains... they can stay on. I just- I really, really need you right now."

You let out a huff of laughter at his eagerness, reaching for your camera on the nightstand and turning it on, adjusting the settings a little and gazing at him through the viewfinder, "Okay... just smile or something... i need the picture to look good.."

JJ tried to focus on your instructions, taking a deep breath and attempting to give you a decent smile, but he was struggling. He was still fighting back the need and want for you, the thought of having you in his arms, having you close, kissing you, touching you. Being inside of you. It didn't help that you were sitting on his lap either, your body so close, so warm, your weight a heavy, teasing pressure on him. He managed to keep his eyes trained on you though, waiting for you to take the picture.

You nodded and hummed at his small smile, the sight of him smiling up at you, still covered in your lipstick and the shapes of your lips mesmerizing you for a second, snapping a couple of pictures and lowering the camera. "That was good..." you mumbled timidly and nodded.

JJ let out a low, shaky sigh the moment the camera was out of the way, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to regain control of himself, trying to stay grounded in the moment that was happening. But it was too much, he needed you, he needed you now, and the feeling of having you on his lap wasn't helping at all. "Good... that's good then. Can I have you now?"

"Yeah.." you chuckled, already feeling flustered at his words and the way he was looking at you (quite frankly like he wanted to devour you), placing the camera back on the nightstand and cupping his face.

As soon as the words left your mouth, JJ pounced on you. He grabbed you, pulling you down and flipping you over so you were lying underneath him on the bed. He pinned you down, trapping you beneath his body and he began immediately pressing frantic, messy kisses all over your face, marking you, claiming you, his hands grabbing, roaming all over your body.

You grabbed your glasses off your face, setting them don on the pillow next to you, cupping his face, which was still covered in the lipstick marks. Your lips were probably smudged with the remnants of it too, giggling weakly as he kissed all over your face, his hands slipping under your t shirt to grab at your breasts or roam over your waist and ribs.

JJ only became more frantic with his kisses as soon as you started to giggle. The feeling of your hands on his face, the sound of your laughter, the way you were responding to his touch, it drove him into a frenzy, his body nearly trembling from his need for you. The feeling of your skin under his hands as he pushed your shirt up made his head spin. "You're so soft.. so warm... I need you.. I need you so damn much."

You hands slipped from his jaw into his hair softly, running your fingers through it. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, along with your face as he continued to kiss and grab at every part of your body he could reach, "You look so pretty.. you still have my lipstick all over your face.." you mumbled quietly, still chuckling from time to time from the ticklish feeling of him kissing you messily.

JJ let out a low, guttural groan when he felt your fingers running through his hair, his body shuddering under your touch. The sound of your voice calling him pretty, the way you chuckled from the feeling of his kisses, it was driving him completely insane, his mind spinning with desire for you. He barely registered your words amidst his haze of need, but the mention of your lipstick made him pause for just a moment, lifting his head slightly to look down at you. "Yeah? You like how I look with your lipstick all over my face?"

"Yeah.. you look like.. i don't even know.. you're just so pretty." you nodded in response, locking eyes with him as soon as he lifted his head, a small smile tugging at your lips. His skin was flushed and his hair was messy, lipstick marks scattered over his face, making your breath catch in your throat from how jaw-droppingly gorgeous he was standing above you, kissing you with such fervor.

JJ let out a low hum as he looked down at you, taking in the sight of you lying beneath him, your hair spread out over the pillow, your smile, your eyes locked with his. He took a moment to just gaze at you, letting himself bask in your presence, the way your soft, sweet voice telling him he's pretty felt like music to his ears.

"I'm not the only pretty one here... you're beautiful. Absolutely beautiful..."

He let his eyes roam over your face, taking in every detail, every feature, every contour, his gaze eventually zeroing in on your lips, on the red stains of lipstick that no doubt covered them now. The sight of it made him shiver with desire, his mind swirling with the thought of your lips on his, of your kiss. "Your lips though... they're so goddamn pretty... I can't get enough of them..."

You chuckled once again, the sound mostly a flustered reaction instead of one of amusement, lowering his head so you could kiss him, your arms wrapping around his neck loosely.

The moment your arms wrapped around his neck, JJ practically melted, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips, his body shuddering as he leaned down to meet your kiss. His hands clutched at you, seeking out skin to touch, seeking out more of your body to claim. He let himself get lost in the feeling of your lips on his, the taste of your kiss, the way your breath mixed with his, his mind going completely blank.

You deepened the kiss almost timidly, one of your hands moving to the back of his head, tangling in the hair there lowering his head even more, the other still wrapped loosely around his neck.

JJ couldn't hold back a low gasp as he felt you deepen the kiss, your hands on his hair and neck sending shivers down his spine. He pressed himself even more firmly against you, his body nearly shaking with need, desire, want. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, as close as he could possibly get. He let out another guttural moan into the kiss, his hands trailing down your sides,

You followed suite, letting out soft and quiet moans as the kiss grew more heated, your hand still tugging at his hair, playing with it mindlessly, your legs wrapping around his middle loosely to lower him down on top of you even more, liking the weight of his body pressing you down into the bed.

JJ's whole body trembled at the feeling of your legs wrapping around him, his mind going completely blank as you pulled him down on top of you. He needed you closer, he needed more, he needed all of you. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps as he ducked his head down to your neck, trailing kisses and sucking light marks against the sensitive skin there, his hands roving all over your body, restless and desperate

He mumbled your name, the word coming out as a low, raspy whisper against your skin, his voice low with need and desire. His lips and tongue continued to make their way down your neck to your collarbones, leaving more marks, claiming, owning, needing. His hands still moved all over, grabbing, clutching, caressing, needing to touch more, to feel more of your soft skin under his palms.

You hummed in response when he mumbled your name, still clutching at his hair, soft gasps escaping your lips as he kept biting and kissing your neck messily, writhing your body gently under him.

JJ let out a low, guttural moan as he felt your body moving under him, the sound vibrating against your neck as he continued to mouth and kiss your skin. He could feel himself going completely insane, his head spinning as his mind focused solely on you, on the way you were responding to him, the way you were letting him mark you as his, the need to have as much of you as possible, as if you could somehow ease the burning need inside of him, as if you were the only thing that could.

"What..?" you asked breathlessly, a small huff of air escaping your lips along with soft quiet moans, your hands grabbing at his hair, shoulders or just running over his back slowly.

JJ pulled back from your neck, raising his head to look down at you, his breaths coming in short gasps, his eyes locking with yours. He took in the sight of you beneath him, your hair splayed against the pillow, your face flushed, your eyes half-lidded, your lips parted, their shape slightly smeared with the remnants of the lipstick he left on your lips when you kissed. He was pretty sure that he looked a mess but he didn't care, the only thing on his mind was the way you were letting him kiss you, the way you were letting him make you his.

He couldn't find his voice, his words caught in his throat as he stared down at you, his body shaking as he tried to regain some semblance of control. However, the more he gazed down at you, the more he felt his control slipping away, his need for you growing stronger by the second. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above yours, his voice barely a whisper "More.. I need more of you... I need all of you... please.. "

You swallowed hard, your eyes peering into his, flustered and aroused, your brows knitting up ever so slightly, "well... do you-.. do you have a condom?" you stuttered gently, whispering the words against his lips.

The question knocked any remaining air out of JJ's lungs, the sound of your whisper against his lips sending shiver down his spine. A low growl escaped him, his body trembling as his mind tried to process your words, his hands clutching at you desperately. "A condom? Uh.. yeah.. yeah, I have one... oh fuck.. I have one.."

He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing his wallet and rummaging through it. It was a struggle to pull himself away from you even for a moment, the feeling of you under him, your body so warm, so soft, the way you were letting him claim you, it was driving him insane. He pulled out a condom and held it in his hand, hesitating for a moment, trying to calm his racing heart.

He fumbled with the packaging for a second before he was able to rip it open, his hands nearly trembling too much to open the condom properly. He didn't even bother with trying to put it on himself, he just grabbed your hand and placed it in your palm, his eyes locked with yours, his body still shaking as he spoke, his voice hoarse and low "You... You put it on me... I'm too... too goddamn flustered right now..."

"Me?.." you choked out, also flustered your brows raising letting out a nervous chuckle as you gazed down at the condom in your palm.

JJ chuckled softly at your flustered expression, the sound coming out a bit shaky, his eyes raking over your face as he watched you look down at the condom in your hand. He leaned down, his face hovering just above yours, his breath warm on your face. He placed a gentle, soft kiss on your cheek, his hand gently caressing your face "Yeah, you... I can't trust myself to do it at the moment. And I'm way too worked up, I'll just mess it up.."

You fidgeted ever so slightly, growing more flustered, your left hand reaching to untie the laces of his sweatpants shakily, flitting your gaze from your hand was to his eyes.

JJ let out a shaky exhale as he felt your hands on his pants, his body trembling at your gentle touch. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, his own gaze darting back and forth between your face and the way you were untying his sweats. He tried to breathe steadily, his breaths still coming in short gasps as he spoke, his voice low and hoarse

"Y-you're really gonna have to do most of the work here.. I'm too much of a mess.."

"Okay.. that's-.. that's fine.." you replied to him, your gaze darting back down, your hand dipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling him out of his boxers gently, your other hand trembling as you rolled the condom down, your eyes darting back up to watch his reactions.

His breath grew even more ragged as he felt your hands on him, his head tilting back slightly as he let out a low, guttural moan, his body shuddering under your touch. As soon as the condom was on, his eyes opened and he looked back down at you, his breaths coming in short gasps, his mind fogged over by need and desire.

"F-fuck.. that feels.. so good... your hands on me.. oh god..."

Your breath shuddered slightly, your hand moving up and down his length hesitantly, still focused intently on his reactions and words, which were a bigger turn on than you ever thought.

JJ's eyes nearly rolled back into his head as he felt your hand on him, his hips twitching involuntarily.

"Oh fck... yes, keep.. keep doing that... oh God.... your hands.... they're so soft... so good..."

His hands fisted into the bedsheets, his breathing growing more and more ragged, his mind slowly turning to mush, the only thing he could focus on were your hands on him.

You hummed mindlessly nodding, your hand moving along his length, darting down to watch your own hand with timid awe, gnawing on your bottom lip. Not only did he sound good, but the way he was basically melting on top of you just from the feeling of your hand was arousing you beyond belief.

His eyes fixed on your face, watching you watch yourself touch him, his mind nearly snapping at the sight of it. Every time your hand moved he felt like he was losing a bit more of his sanity, his whole body shaking with need, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps between moans and groans.

"I... God... I need you so bad... I can't even... fck... I can't think straight... I just need.... I need you... need to be inside you.. please baby..."

"Yeah.. yeah, sure" you nodded frantically. You felt almost hesitant to pull your hand away from him to take off your pajama shorts, shrugging them off awkwardly and in a hurry.

JJ's whole body trembled as he watched you struggle to remove your shorts, his face turning a deeper shade of red as he realized he needed to move so you could get them off completely. He shifted slightly, getting on his knees as he tried to keep his thoughts coherent and his shaky hand steady as he helped you pull your shorts entirely.

"Sorry... I'm a mess already... I can't believe I'm this worked up just from your touch."

You chuckled, watching him actually blush, somehow becoming even more flustered yourself, now left only in your underwear, propping your self on your elbows gently, "don't worry.. it's kinda hot.." you spoke quietly smiling at him.

JJ's breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, his eyes roaming over your body, practically drinking you in. His gaze darkened as his eyes stopped at your thighs, swallowing hard as he reached a trembling hand out to gently caress them, his mind completely blank as his eyes met yours again. "You're... You're so pretty... God."

He continued to caress your thighs, his hands moving further up, his fingers gently tracing the lace of your underwear, his gaze unwavering as he looked into your eyes. "Can I... can I take these off you too? I... I need to touch you... everywhere."

"Yes.. but can i keep my t shirt on..?" you nodded. Despite dating JJ for almost a month now, you still felt kinda shy to be completely naked in front of him. Besides this was the second time sleeping together, like actually, aside from getting handsy and whatnot.

"Of course... yeah, sure... you can keep the shirt on." He smiled softly and reassuringly at you, a sense of tenderness seeping into his voice as he spoke. He didn't dislike the idea, especially since it was his shirt he got to fuck you in.

"I just... I just want to be as close to you as possible... I need... I need to have you close." He gently pulled your legs open slightly, shifting in between them.

"You don't mind right?" you asked, your brows furrowing, not sure if anticipation or mild concern, your hands reaching up to cup his face.

He chuckled lightly and leaned into your touch, shaking his head. "Of course not. I just want you to be comfortable. I don't care if you keep your shirt on, it's not gonna change how much I want you right now."

His hands moved up your thighs, slowly reaching the edge of your underwear, his thumbs caressing lightly over the lace, getting ready to pull the panties down.

His gaze was fixed on you, watching how you trembled slightly under his touch, how your lips pressed together like you were trying to hold back. Slowly, he hooked his thumbs to the waistband of your underwear, ready to slide them down. However, he paused, his eyes searching yours for permission. "You okay... if I take these off, right?"

"Yeah.. of course.. i, uh.. i want you to." you mustered up the courage to mumble the last part as you nodded, your eyes fixed on his fingers hooked around the waistband of your underwear, the sight so mesmerizing in a weird way. You looked up at him, lifting your hips gently, so it was easier to slide the underwear off.

His breath caught in his throat. It was hard to tell who was more nervous, you, or him. When you lifted your hips to make it easier for him to pull them off, he had to do everything in his power to keep himself together, not to completely lose his mind at the sight of you underneath him, at the look in your eyes, at how open and vulnerable you were being with him, letting him see you like this. "You're... you're so beautiful..." he almost whined out.

His voice was low and a little shaky, his hands moving down to caress your thighs again once he has taken your underwear off. His gaze darted between your eyes and the space between your legs, his breaths coming in short gasps as he tried to keep his composure.

"I... I just... I need you so bad right now... It's like I'm completely losing my mind with how beautiful you are and how badly I need to be inside you."

You inhaled a shaky breath, feeling a little exposed once the panties were completely off, but mostly aroused from how he was speaking to you. His words although a little lewd, they were kind of tender, like his usual way of talking to you, of course. It was strangely pleasant how that also mirrored to when he was horny and needy. You pressed your lips together, looking up at him in anticipation and nervousness, your face probably flushed given how warm it felt.

As you looked up at him, and saw the expression on your face - nervous, a little flustered, but also filled with want and need... he was done for. He leaned down, pressing his body against yours, his lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck just below your ear, his voice a low, rough whisper against your skin. "It's okay... I got you. I'm gonna take care of you. I'll go slow, alright?"

"Yeah.. sorry.. i don't even know why I'm nervous.. you're my boyfriend after all.." you chuckled awkwardly and breathlessly, your arms wrapping around his neck loosely as he positioned himself between your legs, the action causing him to brush against you gently, earning a shudder of pleasure from your body.

"Hey... don't worry about it. I'm nervous too, actually.. I don't know why, this isn't the first time we've done this, but... it just feels different this time. I just can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are.. how good it's gonna feel... I don't wanna mess this up, you know.. I don't wanna hurt you or anything.."

He gently caressed your hip, his lips leaving a soft trail of kisses down your neck, his breath warm and ragged against your skin.

"You're nervous too?" you asked in slight disbelief. The idea seemed a bit funny, given how confident he usually was, or how many times he did this in the past with other girls.

He smiled against your skin, his breath warm against you as he spoke. It was a bit funny, yes, to think of him in this situation, being nervous when he's always so confident. He wasn't used to that... except when it came to you. Something about you made him nervous, sometimes.

"Mhm... I am."

He left another soft kiss on your skin.

"I care about you so much.. I wanna make you feel good... be good to you.."

"That's so sweet.. i care about you too.." you giggled quietly, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed your neck.

He hummed at your touch, his body shivering slightly at the feel of your fingers threading through his hair. He had to suppress a groan, his body already sensitive to your touch. Even the slightest graze of your fingers sent a shiver down his spine, his breaths coming in a little ragged as he spoke, his voice a little huskier than usual. "God... even the way you touch me... it turns me on so much..."

He nipped gently at the sensitive skin of your neck, his lips making their way down to your collarbone, his hands roaming over the curves of your body, his breaths growing quicker and more labored, as he continued to take in the feel of your body under him, the taste of your skin on his lips.

"You're so soft... all the right places... all I wanna do is just... just touch you all over..."

You let out small shaky moans as he nipped gently at your neck, the feeling causing your breath to catch in your throat and your skin to erupt in goosebumps wherever he touched or kissed.

He hummed against your skin, reveling in the sounds you made, feeling a sense of pride at making you shiver and moan. Your reactions set his blood aflame, his body growing hotter and hotter as he continued to explore your body with his lips and hands, his breath warm against your skin as he murmured against you.

"You like that, hm? You like the way I touch you... the way I make you feel... I love how responsive you are... it drives me wild..."

"Mhm.. i love it.." you hummed, nodding, your head tilting back against the pillow, your hands roaming through his hair, nails scraping at his scalp gently.

JJ groaned softly as your hands carded through his hair, the feeling of your nails scraping his scalp sending a shiver down his spine, straight to his core. It was an overwhelming sensation, your touch, the sounds you were making, the sight of you beneath him, completely open and vulnerable, letting him see you like this. A deep desire to bring you pleasure, to make this good for you washed over him, and he was determined to make you feel nothing but ecstasy. "Want to try something new...?

"Hmm?" you hummed once again in response, your eyes fluttering open to lock with his.

He held your gaze, his eyes dark and filled with desire. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of you, all flushed and breathless and beautiful, lying beneath him. He had to take a moment to compose himself, to push away the overwhelming need to devour you whole, and focus on how he was gonna make sure you felt good. Eventually, he spoke again, his voice low and rough. "Turn around... get on your hands and knees for me, baby..."

You complied, given how turned on you were, the feeling overruling your shyness. Your arms unwrapped from his neck and propped yourself from laying on your back, turning around and getting on your hands and knees timidly, arching your back a little, "Good..?" you asked quietly. Although you were aroused, you still felt a little exposed, vulnerable. But all of that just melted away when you saw the look on his face, when he licked his lips and the kiss marks still littering his skin.

He inhaled a shaky breath as he watched you get into the position he asked for, his eyes growing even darker with desire. The arch of your back, the way you looked over your shoulder at him, you were just so goddamn beautiful. He took in the view of you, completely bare and open for him, before he spoke again, his voice barely above a low murmur.

"God... yeah.. so good, baby..."

He gently placed his hands on your hips, his grip firm but still gentle, his touch warm through you. He shifted closer to you, his body pressed against yours from behind, his breath warm against your ear as he reached around to cup your breast in his free hand, his other hand keeping a tight grip on your hip, holding you in place against him. "You're so beautiful like this... all bent over for me, waiting for me to touch you.."

"I don't look silly right?" you asked, chuckling breathlessly, supporting your weight on your hands.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips at your question. He loved how sometimes you'd get shy and insecure, even when you were a complete mess in his arms. He found it cute, but also a little frustrating because he just wanted you to understand and believe how beautiful and perfect you were.

He pressed a kiss on the skin just below your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he answered your question.

"No, baby... you look... amazing. Incredible. Goddamn perfect."

He continued to caress your skin, his hands roaming over your curves as he spoke, his voice low and rough.

"And you feel... amazing... so soft and smooth, just perfect for me, yeah...?" He pressed his lips against the back of your neck, his tongue tracing a path down to your shoulder, leaving a light trail of kisses and gentle bites.

"Yeah.." you answered weakly, nodding at his words, your body growing tight with anticipation.

He hummed against your skin, feeling the way your body tensed under his touch. He wanted to make you feel good, and he loved seeing the effect he had on you, how your body responded to his touches and kisses.

"That's my girl... god, I love how you react to me... you're so responsive..."

He continued to kiss and bite at your skin, his hands slowly moving to caress your hips, his body pressing more firmly against you from behind.

As his hands and lips continued to graze over your skin, his body pressed more firmly against yours, you could feel his growing excitement, as he grew harder and harder against you, his breaths ragged and shallow. He wanted you desperately, his need for you consuming him, but he was also focused on making sure you felt good, that he was gentle and careful with you.

"You okay, baby...?" his low, lust-filled voice whispered in your ear, his mouth still pressing kisses and soft bites on the back of your neck.

"Mhm... I'm okay.. you can-.. you can you know..." you hummed, your back arching a little more, to shy to actually say it outright that you were ready for him to be inside you now, maybe a little needy yourself too.

He took in a shaky breath as you arched your back a little more, the feeling of your body against his enough to drive him over the edge. He wanted to be inside you so damn bad, but he was also happy that you were able to express what you wanted, even if you were a little shy to say it. He leaned into your ear, his voice deep and ragged as he responded. "Yeah... I can do that, baby..."

He pulled back slightly, his hands moving to caress your hips, his thumbs tracing over your skin gently. He positioned himself behind you, one hand on your hip, the other guiding himself towards you from behind, his breaths coming in short gasps, his body tense with need and anticipation as he felt the tip of his cock brush against your slick folds. "You ready, baby...?"

"Yes I'm ready.." you almost whined, nodding as you felt him brush against you even so slightly.

Hearing your whine and seeing you nod, seeing how you were aching for him, he couldn't hold back anymore. He let out a guttural noise, almost a growl, as he slowly pushed himself inside you.

"Fuuuck.." he cussed under his breath at the feeling of finally being inside you, other words he had getting lost in his throat as he slid in so easily. You were just as turned on as he was, maybe even more and that made him insane with want.

Your head fell forward slightly at the feeling, a quiet moan escaping your lips from the back of your throat, your eyes fluttering closed for a second.

He let out another, breathless gasp as he slowly pushed all the way to the hilt causing his breathing to stutter and his heart almost stop from anticipation.

He paused for a moment, taking in the feel of you completely around him, the feel of your body against his. It was so goddamn intense, you just felt so damn perfect around him, he could've lost it right then and there.

"God, baby... this feels so good... you feel so good.."

You mewled gently, your breath quickening more than it already was. You dug your knees into the mattress, arching your body a little to adjust the position better while he paused, adjusting to the feeling of him. You spared him a glance over your shoulder, blowing some of the unruly strands of hair that blocked your vision a little. Your eyes roamed over his face, still stained with your lipstick and a look of pure need in his eyes and you were sure you could've passed out.

Seeing you glance back at him over your shoulder, that messy hair framing your face, your lips slightly parted as you panted, it was such a beautiful sight, he almost felt his knees buckle.

He took in another short gasp, his hands gripping tighter on your hips, anchoring himself to you as he braced himself. "You can't even know how beautiful you look right now, baby.... god damn..."

He pushed a few strands of hair back with a trembling hand, his eyes studying your face, the way your lips parted slightly to breathe, the flush on your skin, the way your eyes were half-lidded as you looked back at him.

He couldn't resist any longer, he had to see more, get more of you. The thought of moving, pushing himself deeper inside you, almost made him lightheaded. He had to bite back another growl, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. "Can I... move, baby...?"

The question hung in the air for a few moments as you adjusted fully, your head hanging low as you took steady breaths, "yeah you can move.." you mumbled quietly, surprised you could even speak given how shaky your breath was and how fuzzy your head felt already/

He nodded wordlessly at your confirmation, his hands gripping tighter on your hips as he slowly, carefully started to move, pulling himself out slightly before pushing back in, his breath leaving him in a heavy sigh.

He set a steady pace, the feeling of you around him almost too much to bear. He couldn't help the soft grunts and curses that escaped his lips every time he thrust into you, the pleasure he was experiencing was overwhelming, but he wanted more, he wanted to feel more of you, give you more pleasure. "You feel so good, baby... you don't even know.."

The position was making it feel much better, your eyes fluttered shut as you let out small choked moans every time his hips pushed forward. His palm was splayed out on your lower stomach gently, the other hand holding your hip and guiding it slowly and steadily, letting your body arch into his hands as you moved, your hands planted into the pillows for support.

He loved seeing you like this, moving into his touch, your body completely open and pliant for him. It was a sight he hoped to engrain into his memory forever, to take with him when he's alone at night, or just simply to revisit in the middle of conversations when he was bored.

Your sounds and the way you moved, the way your body arched into his touch, it was like you were made just for him, just for him to please and fill and touch. It was driving him wild, almost making him dizzy with desire, with need.

"God, baby.. you're so beautiful.. I can't get enough of you.."

Your hands were a little shaky to support your self, bending down a little and arching your back so you could support yourself on your forearms, your head burying into the pillow, your moans coming out a little muffled now.

Seeing you adjust your position, arching further down like that, your head burying into the pillows, the soft moans and whimpers you were making, it was almost too much for him to take. He had to bite back another low growl, the sight of you like that making him a little too lightheaded for his liking. "That's it, baby.. you let me know just how good I'm making you feel.."

"Feels good.." you lifted your head to mutter meekly, lips parted a little as you panted slowly, "can you go a little harder..?" you asked, the words melting into a small whimper.

"Harder?" he repeated, his voice hoarse and low. The sound of your little whimper and the thought of being even rougher with you, it was almost enough to send him over the edge on its own. He bit back a moan, his hand on your hip gripping tighter.

"You want it harder, baby? You want me to be a little rougher with you..?"

He leaned down, his chest pressed against your back, his mouth next to your ear, his hand moving to the front of your body, gently caressing your skin from waist to chest, all the way up to your face, moving a few strands of your hair out of the way. "Yeah? You want me to take you like that, baby...?"

"Mhm.." you hummed weakly, a small nod following the sound while your brows furrowed up in pleasure.. You didn't know how, or why you agreed, especially since this was the second time sleeping with him since you started dating. You wanted to get over your shyness, at least in the bedroom with JJ.

He chuckled low in his throat at your shy but eager agreement. Taking your hair in his hand, he pulled it back gently, but firm enough so your head was lifted from the pillows, looking up from the pillow. "That's my good girl, always so eager to please me, to take what I give you..."

He straightened himself back up, his eyes falling to your back, arching up against him, your face turned up towards him, your eyes glazed with pleasure. He almost got lost in the sight of you, completely vulnerable and open for him. "God, you look so sexy like this... all mine..."

He let your hair go, his hand moving back to your hips, gripping you tightly. He set a harder, faster pace, taking you just like you asked for, watching the way you moved against him, your head falling back down as he hit deeper inside you with each thrust.

"You like that..?"

His praise and compliments along with the slightly faster pace and the feeling of him hitting deeper inside you caused you to bury your face into the pillow, your stomach almost laying flat on the bed as your body arched up even further, which was surprising given you weren't this flexible usually, "love it.. " you muttered weakly, your brain fogging up to the point of not being sure if you said the words out loud or just thought them.

He let out another guttural noise, almost a growl, the sound escaping him from the back of his throat with each of, his thrusts becoming rougher, more primal as his own control slowly started to unravel.

"You look so perfect like this.. taking me so deep inside you... that's my girl.."

He could feel you arching further and further back towards him, almost lying flat against the bed, taking him even deeper, he didn't even know how it was possible. He let his hand wander over your body, tracing over your skin, caressing you gently, before resting firmly on your back, keeping you anchored against him. "You have no idea how perfect you look..." he repeated, the word 'perfect' ringing in his mind every time he gazed down at you. Your face, your sounds muffled by the pillow, his shirt still on you. All of it was making JJ see stars, even before he got to finish.

Your mouth parted open slightly, still propped shakily on your forearms, turning your head to the side a little so your face wasn't fully buried into the pillow, your soft whimpers and moans a little louder and sweeter. You knew that tomorrow you were probably gonna have one hell of a back pain, given how you were arching mindlessly like a cat. You wanted to speak or say something anything, but your brain was too fuzzy to say anything, his lewd praises echoing in your mind.

He didn't know what was better, the sight of you completely open and vulnerable for him, or the sounds that you were making. You were moaning and whimpering so sweetly, taking him so well, arching back against him, he could practically feel the way you were completely losing yourself to him. It was a sight that he knew he'd never forget, he'd be thinking about this moment often, he knew it. "You're taking me so well.."

That specific praise made you mewl gently, the sound of it so low and shaky as you could hear how lost in pleasure he was too, his southern drawl more proeminent as it went on almost making you go entirely numb. Or maybe that was because your were still arched, your lower stomach grazing the bed beneath you with every thrust, face scrunched up in pleasure, sliding your forearms under the pillow a little to support yourself better.

He looked down, admiring the sight of you practically molding into the shape of the bed, your back arched up for him so perfectly, taking him so well, he couldn't resist the urge to let his hand slide under your shirt, over the arch of your back, feeling your skin beneath his fingers, your body beneath his hands. It was heaven, almost. "God, you're so damn hot like this. arching up like that, taking me so deep inside of you.."

His words made your head swim, the low drawl of his voice, the way he was touching you, his hand moving over your body with the lightest touch, it was almost too much for you to bear. You whimpered again, arching your back up a little higher, your head dropping back down into the pillows.

"That's it, baby, arch up for me.."

If someone were to come into your room, your parents per se and see you like this, arching up like a damn cat with your boyfriend talking to you so... you didn't even have the words to describe the way he was talking to you, he was dirty but in a nice southern way. Your parents would flip, or die from shock, their sweet, timid and quiet daughter getting bent into the mattress by her boyfriend. a sight that would probably make a nun faint.

His hand was splayed across your lower stomach again, as if to feel himself inside of you while he thrusted, your whimpers and moans increasing just a little as you lifted your head a tad bit, one of your hands sliding from the pillow to brush off some hair that was sticking to your face, glancing back at him over your shoulder for a brief moment.

He smiled a little when you looked back at him, but it didn't last long, it was immediately replaced with a grunt, a gasp. That view of you glancing back at him over your shoulder, your back arching for him, it took his breath away, it made his mind go fuzzy, almost completely blank, the only thoughts left being about how perfect you looked, about how damn good you felt, spasming and fluttering around his cock. "That's my good girl.. arching so well for me..."

He let his hand slid up your back with the lightest touch, until it was in your hair, grabbing a tight handful of locks, guiding your head back up a little more, so that you were looking straight ahead, but not too much to cause you any pain.

"Mmm.. there you go.. that's it..."

Your mouth fell open slightly, your jaw a bit slack as you propped yourself on your forearms more firmly, shifting your hips side to side for a brief moment. Your moans were coming out in strings, almost dying out in your throat mindlessly. You weren't screaming or being obnoxiously loud but still this was a notch higher than your usual shy ones.

He took in your every sound, your every movement, wanting to commit it all to memory. You sounded so good, this more intense response was like a drug to him, he couldn't get enough of it, he had to hear it more. He began moving a little faster, his breath coming in short gasps, his hands gripping your hips "Yeah... yeah, that's my girl.."

He didn't even know what he was saying anymore, the words just tumbled out, all he knew was that you were making him feel incredible, and he wanted to make you feel just as good. He let his hands slide back up to your hair, gripping it tight, pulling your head back, forcing your back to arch up even further for him. "You keep arching like this and I won't last long, baby..."

"Close... 'm close.." you mewled gently, managing to speak just a little to let him know you were gonna finish. It was about damn time, you would be almost shocked if your brain wasn't so mushy from the pleasure, having lasted so long given how good you felt.

He was glad that you spoke up and told him, because he wasn't sure how much longer he would last with you like that, arched up so perfectly, taking him so eagerly. When he heard you say that though, his already fuzzy mind practically went blank, the only thing he could think of was bringing you to the edge.

"Yeah?" he breathed, his pace increasing, his fingers tightening in your hair, his thrusts becoming harder, faster.

"Mhm.." you wanted to hum in response but the hum melted into a sweet moan when your climax washed over you after a few more thrusts, your head slumping down onto the pillow as your body shook gently, thighs tensing and knees almost giving out. But you kept planted, still arching up almost if unconsciously waiting for him.

Seeing you come completely undone like that, it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever witnessed. Feeling you tighten around him, hearing the sounds you were making, he came a short while later, riding out the waves of pleasure that came with it, his grip on your hips tightening further, probably hard enough to leave a bruise. He panted, his breaths heavy, holding himself up on one arm as he leaned down over you, his body feeling weak, completely spent.

He didn't move for a few moments, just stayed there, above you, catching his breath as he came down from the high. He looked down at you, still in awe at how perfect you looked, how good you were. Finally, he slowly, gently pulled out of you, his hands going to give your hips a proud squeeze.

You let out a sigh as pulled out of you, your breathing still sputtery as you laid completely on your stomach, one of your hands reaching to brush some hair from your forehead, a sheer layer of sweat covering it, along with your back, given how your t shirt was sticking to it.

He sat back, looking down at you, a small satisfied smile on his face as he took in the sight of you. Your hair sticking to your face, the shirt clinging to your back, your legs slightly trembling from the aftermath, you looked completely wrecked and it was all his doing.

"You alright, baby?" he asked, gently running a hand over your back

"...Yeah" you replied hoarsely, turning to lay on your back, propping yourself on your elbows despite feeling completely spent. God, he looked so smug, and the sight alone would've probably gotten you pregnant. His face was still covered in faint marks or lipstick and it was the hottest sight you'd seen.

He chuckled at your hoarse answer, his hand still resting on your back, gently stroking you, feeling your body underneath his hand. "I didn't wear you out too much, did I?" he teased gently

You let out a small huff of air, the sound meant to be a chuckle, gazing up at him. You were rendered speechless, even more than how you'd be usually when you'd get shy and clam up flustered. Your back felt a little sore, along with your thighs but the feeling was dim, you knew you'd feel it in the morning though.

He laid down behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close, your back against his chest. He snuggled up against you, burying his face into your hair and neck, taking in your scent, feeling a strange feeling of contentment wash over him. It was a feeling he couldn't remember ever feeling before he met you. "You feel okay? Back's not too sore?" he asked, his voice soft

"Mmm... no, not right now.." you mumbled quietly, your breathing finally slowing down.

He chuckled again, holding you close, snuggled up against you, his hand gently caressing your stomach "You're gonna be sore as hell in the morning though."

"I think you broke my back.." you spoke meekly after a few moments. You took the chance to finally take your surroundings, your room coming back into focus as you gazed around mindlessly.

"Psh, you ain't broke, you're still in one piece babe." he teased, placing a quick kiss on the back of your neck

"You might not be able to move for a couple days though."

He held you closer, still snuggled up against your back, his body relaxing against you, a wave of tiredness washing over him after the whole experience "You mind if I stay here tonight?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur

"No.. of course not." you answered sweetly, letting out a soft sigh.

He smiled, burying his face in your hair, holding you a little closer as the tiredness began to overtake him. He didn't want to admit it, but cuddling with you like this, pressed against your warm, soft body, it felt nice, it felt comfortable, it felt like home, and it scared the hell out of him.

He tried to shake the feeling off, instead focusing on the moment, on the feeling of you in his arms. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, his eyes closing as he began to drift off.

"Night, babe."

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A/N: I love needy men. Also hello? the sex was so romantic and dirty at the same time, didn't mean to get so horny and emotional (jk i did.) Hope you had fun reading love you all, this could've also been a valentines special, but..

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[channiesunshinx]

𝐵𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈 & 𝐵𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈

Pairing: Jeongin x F!reader Genre: Romance, fluff, slice of life Warning: None

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Valentine's Day had arrived, and it wasn't just any day for Jeongin and Y/N. For Jeongin, it was a celebration of a love he never tired of expressing. He wasn't the kind of person to go all out on a whim; rather, he made sure his love for Y/N was felt through little acts of care and kindness every single day. But this Valentine's Day, he wanted to show her just how much he appreciated her, in a way that was nothing short of grand.

From the moment Y/N woke up, she was met with a sense of calm, a peaceful stillness that could only mean Jeongin had orchestrated something extraordinary. She groggily reached for her phone, her eyes adjusting to the soft morning light. There was a message from Jeongin, simply reading: “Good morning, my love. Can't wait to see you tonight.”

Her lips curved into a smile, feeling the warmth of his words. She got out of bed, moving toward the kitchen for her usual morning routine. As she entered, her gaze immediately caught sight of the vase of tulips on the counter—her favorite flower. A note rested beside them: “For the woman who brightens my world every day.” She couldn't help but feel a tug in her heart. He always paid attention to the little details, knew what she loved without needing to ask.

Though Jeongin spoiled her in small, thoughtful ways daily, she had a feeling that today would be different. She didn’t know the full extent of what he had planned, but she knew it would be something special, something that made her feel treasured.

As the day wore on, she couldn't focus on much other than the anticipation building in her chest. She knew Jeongin was busy with something behind the scenes. When she finished work and headed home, her heart raced, knowing it was time for whatever he had been preparing.

The moment she stepped through the door, her breath caught in her throat. The apartment was transformed. The lights were dimmed, casting a soft, romantic glow over the entire space. The scent of roses and vanilla mixed in the air, the same sweet fragrance she'd come to associate with him. Every corner was adorned with a bouquet of roses, peonies, and lilies. It was as if the whole room was alive with color, a reflection of their love.

And there he was, standing by the table in a perfectly tailored black suit. His dark hair was styled effortlessly, his gaze warm as it met hers. He was waiting for her, the smile on his lips something between mischief and tenderness. She couldn’t help but smile back, her pulse quickening.

"Jeongin..." Y/N whispered, her voice filled with wonder. He stepped forward, pulling her into his arms, his scent enveloping her in an intoxicating embrace.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N," he murmured softly, his lips brushing her forehead in a gesture that spoke volumes. It wasn't just about today—it was about every day he made her feel cherished, every gesture that showed her just how important she was to him.

Y/N pulled back slightly to look at him. “You didn't have to do all of this… You spoil me every single day.”

He grinned, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “I know. But today... I want to show you just how much you mean to me.” His words, full of sincerity and affection, made her heart swell.

Jeongin took her hand gently, leading her to the table. There, laid out in front of her, was a collection of carefully chosen gifts. Designer bags, delicate jewelry, and wrapped boxes stacked high. But the one that caught her eye was a velvet box, nestled amongst the treasures. Her breath caught as he slid it toward her, his gaze never leaving hers.

Y/N hesitated for just a moment before she opened the box. Inside lay a stunning necklace, an intricate design with a pendant that sparkled like the stars in the night sky. The diamonds caught the light, reflecting a soft, ethereal glow. “Jeongin... this is...” Her voice faltered, the words escaping her in awe. “It's too much.”

Jeongin shook his head, his eyes soft and tender. “Nothing is too much for you.” His fingers, warm and gentle, reached for her neck, brushing her hair away as he carefully placed the necklace on her. His touch lingered, the simple act of adorning her with such a beautiful gift making her heart race. It wasn't just the necklace—it was the way he made her feel so deeply loved, like she was the most precious thing in his world.

As the evening went on, Jeongin made sure every moment felt unforgettable. Dinner was an elaborate spread—delicacies she never expected to have outside of a high-end restaurant, prepared with thoughtfulness that only he could provide. Yet, it wasn't the food that had her mesmerized. It was the way he looked at her, his eyes dark with affection, the playful smirk he would give her when they exchanged teasing remarks.

After dinner, as the plates were cleared away, Jeongin stood, taking her hand in his. The atmosphere shifted. It was no longer about the extravagant gifts or the candlelit ambiance; it was about the connection they shared, the way he always seemed to know exactly what she needed without her having to say a word.

He led her to the couch, his thumb gently tracing the back of her hand, his touch slow and deliberate. His voice, low and intimate, broke the silence. “I spoil you every day, Y/N... but tonight, I want to show you just how much I cherish you. Not just through gifts, but through everything.”

Her heart thudded in her chest, the weight of his words and the intensity of his gaze almost too much to bear. There was something in the way he spoke, in the way he held her, that left her breathless.

“You already do, Jeongin,” she murmured, her voice hushed. “Every day, you make me feel like I'm everything.”

He smiled, a deep, satisfied grin. But as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers, the world seemed to stop. 

The kiss was soft at first, but the moment it deepened, she felt the full intensity of his love for her. His touch, both gentle and passionate, made her feel seen in ways she never imagined.

The evening passed in a blur of affection—his attention on her, making her feel like she was the only person in the world. The gifts, while beautiful and extravagant, were nothing compared to the way Jeongin made her feel. He spoiled her not just with expensive presents but with his undivided attention, his thoughtfulness, his love.

For Jeongin, Valentine's Day wasn't about doing something special just for one day. It was about showing Y/N, in the most extravagant and meaningful ways possible, that she was his everything. And as he held her close, kissing her softly beneath the glow of the candlelight, she knew that, no matter what gifts came and went, his love would always be the greatest gift of all.

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this is me btw

[embbarnes]

Sugar Plums. | W.S

summary: The soldier has an attachment to you.

warnings: Suggestive 18+ MDNI & Fluff | Fem!reader | Winter Soldier!Bucky | Brief mentions of PTSD | Brief talk of HYDRA | Heavy petting | Love biting/hickeys

a/n: This came to me randomly but thought it was cute and somewhat spicy. I added some fluff to balance it all out and tried to keep the sexy scenes sweet too. I see so many fics of him being super aggressive in bed and those are great, but for me I think he'd be a little more like this. Takes place after the events of CA:TWS. Contains roughly translated Russian, native speakers can correct me if anything was translated wrong. Ty. ;; wc: 5.5k

It was so awkward.

Everyone sat frozen in place, their eyes locked on the imposing figure of the Winter Soldier as he towered behind you, his piercing blue eyes methodically scanning the room and studying each occupant with an intensity that made them shift uncomfortably in their seats.

"Absolutely not!" Tony was the first to break the suffocating silence, his voice sharp and decisive as he beat Steve to speaking by a mere second. There was absolutely no way he would even consider allowing the fist of HYDRA to take up residence in his tower, treating him like he was nothing more than some lost stray that needed sheltering. "He's not staying here, no way in hell - this isn't a halfway house for reformed assassins."

"Tony, come on. HYDRA is gone, their control over him is broken," you reasoned desperately, your voice taking on a pleading tone as you gestured toward the silent figure behind you, "He's been surviving on his own for weeks, barely getting by. Just look at him...he's exhausted, malnourished, and clearly needs somewhere safe to stay and recover."

"Uh, how about no?" Tony fired back, staring at you like you had grown a second head...or like you had a towering sleeper soldier looming behind you.

Tony wasn't your favorite person in the world, but he was usually somewhat reasonable.

"There's absolutely no way that he's staying here. Have you completely lost your mind? What if he suddenly snaps or loses control and goes completely berserk, hm? What if one night those sleeper triggers buried in his brain suddenly activate and he systematically takes us out one by one in our sleep?" Tony added emphatically, his hands gesturing wildly in the air as he attempted to visualize the gruesome scenarios playing out in his mind.

"Your state-of-the-art security cameras can't give us a heads up before that happens?" You asked with dry sarcasm, your tone deliberately flat and unimpressed, clearly making a joke while you tried to find some kind of middle ground that would get the agitated, self-proclaimed playboy to calm down and think rationally.

"No chance in hell, sweet cheeks," he folded his arms and glared at you with sternness that etched across his features. "Too dangerous."

"He's staying, whether you like it or not," you replied in the same unwavering tone, standing your ground with resolute conviction. "He's hurt, weak, completely vulnerable. There's absolutely nothing he could possibly do in this state. He needs somewhere warm and safe to stay, especially since he's been struggling to survive out on the streets for weeks now. Besides, winter is coming fast and there’s no way he won’t get hypothermia or something." You added with concern, knowing full well that while the soldier hadn't been entirely helpless during his ordeal, he certainly hadn't managed to secure any kind of stable shelter.

His temporary refuges consisted only of cold spaces beneath bridges, dark corners tucked away in forgotten alleys, or the remains of abandoned buildings - not a single place where he could truly let his guard down or feel protected from the harsh elements. With winter's rapid approach and already light dustings of snow, the temperatures would only get more brutal as the nights went on.

You continued to argue with Tony, Steve butting in every so often, luckily siding with you, desperate to have his old friend somewhere safe. It was a long, frustrating argument that lasted much longer than need be.

Earlier that day, while you had been making your way down the frost-covered street of New York's downtown district, his eyes had caught sight of your familiar form. Something deep within him told him to follow you, a magnetic pull that he couldn't explain. He obeyed the instinct, trailing silently behind you all the way back to the tower. When you finally became aware of his presence, he was thoroughly drenched from the steadily falling snow, his cheeks and nose having turned a bright, rosy color from the biting cold as he tried to suppress his constant shivering.

The moment you made your sudden turn to approach him, he visibly startled, immediately taking a defensive step backward as his mind raced through all the possible scenarios and potential threats. His eyes darted across your face with obvious wariness as you fully turned to face him, his entire body subtly shifting its weight from foot to foot, muscles tensed and ready to bolt away.

"It's okay...you look cold..." You spoke softly, your voice barely above a whisper, trying not to startle him as you took in his disheveled appearance. The soldier, the one whose face had practically been plastered across every news channel, the same one Steve had spoken about with such raw emotion in his voice.

You remembered how Steve had mourned his best friend, utterly confused and devastated about why he had saved from the river, while Bucky fell to what should have been his death. Steve held onto that grief, that guilt, like a lifeline. He held onto it so desperately, clinging to the faintest hope that a sliver of Bucky was still somewhere deep inside the persona of the Winter Soldier.

Looking at him now, you couldn't see any trace of the man from Steve's stories - the soldier's eyes were too wild and wide, filled with fear and confusion.

But despite everything you'd heard, despite the destruction you'd witnessed on the news, despite the intense warnings from everyone in the tower, there was something about his presence that didn't trigger your fight or flight response.

He didn't make you feel unsafe.

He looked absolutely beat down, exhausted to his very core, his shoulders slumped in a way that made you wonder when he'd last had a moment's rest. You weren't even sure he could take you down if he tried in this state, though you knew his reputation suggested otherwise. He was shaking from the cold air as it blew in a stinging breeze, his metal arm gleaming dully in what little light remained, while the incoming winter storm brought with it a thick haze and countless tiny pinpricks of needle-like snowflakes that seemed to cut through the air.

"Come inside with me, I'll take care of you." You offered quietly, your voice gentle and reassuring as you extended your hand towards him. Your body language remained open and non-threatening, shoulders relaxed and posture deliberately casual to help put him at ease and to show him you felt no fear.

After a few silent moments where his piercing blue eyes studied you through the thick haze, he finally shifted his weight forward and took a step in your direction.

The water in the shower had set a steady steam in the bathroom, the mirror had fogged and the tiles sweat below your bare feet.

You could hear the gentle splashing of water against the bathtub as he cleaned himself. The mechanical whirring of his metal arm caught your attention, hopefully that thing was waterproof, but it must be, right?

After setting out a fresh towel and clean clothes for his use, you quietly excused yourself to provide him with privacy. The state of his current attire was awful, every piece was thoroughly saturated and carried an unmistakable stench that made you wrinkle your nose. The clothes were in such poor condition that you couldn't help but wonder if they had been scavenged from someone who no longer needed them.

You wouldn’t put it past the soldier to steal from a cadaver.

His shower routine was notably brief, years of conditioning taught him to minimize the time spent on his personal care. Upon finishing, he emerged from behind the curtain and efficiently dried himself with the provided towel. His gaze fell upon the fresh clothes you had thoughtfully placed by the sink, while his previous garments had been discreetly removed.

The soldier hesitated momentarily before donning the clean outfit. It wasn’t anything fancy, a pair of grey sweatpants emblazoned with the Avenger's logo along the side and a simple yet comfortable black tank top. When he finally emerged from the bathroom to face you, his body language betrayed his uncertainty as he stood there, not sure what to do now. Comfort was completely foreign to him, and care was a dream away.

"Tony finally gave in," you replied softly, your voice sounded in the quiet stillness of the bedroom. "He said you could stay here with us."

He remained motionless, his expression blank and unreadable as he stood there, offering neither response nor the slightest hint of acknowledgement to your words. You weren’t sure what to expect but that seemed pretty in character for him at the moment.

"You'll be staying in my quarters since no one else is comfortable having you in their space just yet...but don't worry too much about that," you reassured gently, though you could tell from his demeanor that others' opinions held little weight in his mind. "They'll come around after some time, I'm sure of it."

His gaze fixed upon you then, his brow creasing ever so slightly with an unspoken question as he began to move. Each step was deliberate and measured as he crossed the room, closing the distance between you until he stood directly in front of you, close enough that you could see the water droplets from his freshly washed hair beading at the ends and falling onto the fabric of your top, leaving dark spots where they landed.

"Everything's going to be fine," you said with gentle reassurance, trying to ease the tension in the air. "Why don't we head to the kitchen and get you something to eat? You must be hungry." You offered, hoping to bring some normalcy to the situation.

The soldier shadowed your every movement, following closely behind like a faithful companion who refused to stray from their master's side.

Upon entering the expansive kitchen, you immediately made your way to the industrial-sized refrigerator, searching through its contents for something suitable to offer him. The kitchen was perpetually stocked to the brim with an array of foods, snacks, and ingredients, practically anything one could imagine or desire. It was like having a private, fully-stocked grocery store.

Though with a the ravenous super soldier with enhanced metabolism, the mighty Asgardian god whose appetite matched his status, and Banner's surprisingly hulk-ish consumption…the team still depleted their food with an efficiency that would put a pack of famished wolves to shame.

"Hm...what should you have...do you want anything specific?" You turned over your shoulder to address him, but he maintained his characteristic silence. Unmoving, and completely stoic, like a statue carved from marble.

"Нет [No]," came his quiet response, the Russian word rolling off his tongue deeply. He remained perfectly still, observing with careful attention as you continued your search through the refrigerator's contents, trying to determine what would be most appropriate for him to eat. Your mind was working quickly, knowing you wanted to avoid anything too time-consuming to prepare. You wanted to get some food into him sooner rather than later.

"How about...I could make some soup real quick? Tomato and grilled cheese might be a safe option for you. Shouldn't upset your stomach too much if you haven’t been eating a lot, and it will warm you up if you're still feeling cold." You turned back toward him once more, studying his features carefully for any hint of reaction or preference to your suggestion, any subtle change in his expression.

But, he didn't provide even the slightest indication of his feelings.

You decided on tomato soup and a grilled cheese anyway, you figured it was best and immediately set to work in the kitchen.

Although you typically prided yourself on preparing meals completely from scratch, this particular circumstance called for something different. You assembled the sandwich, buttering the bread before placing it in a heated pan to get a golden-brown crust while keeping a watchful eye on the pot of soup simmering beside it, occasionally stirring for even heating.

Once everything reached the perfect temperature and consistency, you transferred the meal onto clean dishes, relieved it didn’t take too long. You presented him with the steaming bowl of soup and perfectly grilled sandwich, watching as the soldier deliberately took his place at the counter, his eyes fixed intently on the rising steam from the bowl before him.

You watched him, noting how his entire body remained unnaturally rigid and motionless, as though every muscle was locked in place and braced for something. His lips bore a slight sheen of moisture, like he had licked them at some point when you weren't watching. Yet despite his obvious hunger, he hadn't made even the slightest attempt to reach for the food. His eyes held intense longing and hesitation, briefly meeting yours before quickly darting away, as if making eye contact was somehow forbidden.

"What's wrong?" You asked with growing concern etched across your features, "You're hungry aren't you? I can tell you haven't eaten in a while. Especially not anything warm, at least. I know it can be hard out there, all by yourself…"

His response came in the form of an almost imperceptible nod, his gaze remaining firmly fixed on the bowl and sandwich before him, as though they were the most important and most dangerous objects in the room.

"So why aren't you eating? The food's getting cold, it won’t be as good if it cools too much."

"Я не могу совершить действие без приказа. [I cannot perform an action without an order]," the soldier responded in barely more than a whisper, his voice carrying the weight of years of conditioning.

You stood there, completely lost in the language barrier between you. Your limited knowledge of Russian extended only to the most basic words - 'да' and 'нет' - leaving you clueless by his response and worried about the implications of his behavior.

You didn't want to wake Natasha, even though she would certainly understand what he was saying in Russian, but disturbing her sleep for something as simple as a quick translation seemed unnecessary and might put her in a bad mood. Instead, an idea popped into your head that would avoid an angry widow. You reached for your phone and placed it on the smooth counter surface, navigating to a translator app before looking up at him again. "Can you repeat that?"

The soldier's eyes flickered briefly to the phone screen, taking in the sight of the translation app with what seemed like recognition, before his gaze deliberately returned to the untouched food laid out before him. "I cannot perform an action without an order," he stated in perfect, albeit mechanical English this time.

You blinked in surprise, thoroughly caught off guard by the sudden switch to English when he had been persistently speaking Russian up until this point. "Okay...well...eat then, you can eat freely here, you don't need an order to do that." You slowly tucked your phone away into your pocket as his right hand gradually lifted from where it had been resting in his lap, reaching out to pick up the sandwich.

You weren't sure what you were expecting, but he wolfed down his food within a minute, that sandwich was gone within maybe three bites. The soup swallowed just as fast.

God, he was starving, and the realization made your heart ache.

"Better?" You asked gently, to which he only nodded, swallowing the last of the food in his mouth.

This became routine, the soldier stuck by your side like a duckling imprinting on its mother.

He followed you diligently around every corner of the tower, his protective instincts activated as he positioned himself like an ever-vigilant guardian. His eyes constantly scanned the surroundings, noting how others would cast uncertain and sometimes suspicious glances in his direction.

These looks made him increasingly self-conscious and anxious, as though he were some exotic creature put on display at a zoo for others to gawk at. But in your presence, he seemed a bit more at ease. He genuinely liked being around you.

Gradually, the rigid tension that had defined his existence began to melt away, and he started allowing more intimate gestures of care. He let you gently brush his unruly hair into place, carefully wash his face with warm water, or trim his growing stubble for him.

He accepted these tender ministrations without the slightest resistance or complaint, though a nagging worry lingered in your mind that his compliance stemmed from years of conditioning to submit to others' wishes. Each time you worried about that, you’d see a genuine warmth and contentment in his gaze rather than submission, showing you that he truly found comfort and pleasure in your gentle touch.

It was evening, the room reflected the warm glow of festive holiday lights emanating from a miniature Christmas tree nestled in the corner. The soldier found himself transfixed by the small decorated tree, his eyes lingering on each twinkling light as their vibrant colors danced and shimmered. The sterile, monotonous walls he had grown accustomed to during his confinement were nothing compared to the colorful lights. The gentle play of red, green, and gold seemed to awaken something long dormant within him, he almost wanted to plant himself in front of the tree and just stare at it.

Tony may have allowed his stay, but that didn’t mean there weren’t restrictions. He was stern about where and when the soldier could go anywhere with you, and he demanded that he not leave your room afterhours. It wasn’t hard to follow, the solider showed reluctance to leave your room at all, having been so accustomed to being kept in one room. You didn’t push him, but you felt bad for him because he was missing how the tower had been decorated for the holidays. So, you got a smaller tree for the bedroom to provide some kind of festive look for him to take in.

You emerged from the bathroom, wisps of steam following in your wake, your damp hair leaving little droplets on your shoulders as you continued to towel it dry with scrunches. He remained motionless on the edge of your bed, his attention immediately shifting as he turned and blinked up at your approaching figure.

His icy eyes traced a deliberate path across your form, which was barely concealed beneath the thin fabric of your sleep shirt, the hem teasingly brushing against your mid-thigh with each movement. "I am beat," you sighed heavily, your voice carrying the weight of the day's festivities. The marathon of holiday activities had clearly taken its toll, leaving you thoroughly drained. The tower often held an array of things to do because Tony loved to show off what he could afford, and it wasn’t like anyone else would object.

He observed with rapt attention as you made your way onto the bed and settled back against the pillows, releasing a deep exhale that seemed to melt away the day's tension. His unwavering gaze remained fixed on the rhythmic, hypnotic motion of your chest rising and falling with each breath.

You felt the bed shift beneath you as he moved, his weight causing the mattress to dip and creak softly. He crawled over to where you lay, his arms positioning themselves on either side of your body, caging you in. Your eyes fluttered open to find him hovering directly above you, his presence overwhelming in its proximity. This was something new…he had always maintained somewhat of a distance before, never daring to position himself so intimately over top of you.

"Я скомпрометирован. [I'm compromised]," the soldier spoke in a hushed tone, his voice carrying that distinctive gravelly pitch that made you feel tingly. The tension between you had become damned near impossible to ignore. What had started as a subtle pull had grown into an overwhelming force of attraction that seemed to draw you both together like magnets.

Still, you forced yourself to hold back, maintaining that last thread of restraint. You had no way of knowing the depth of his emotional capacity, if he was even capable of genuine feelings, or wanted to experience them at all after everything he endured.

"Soldat...?" The whispered word escaped your lips as you noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor, the way his muscles tensed as he remained suspended above you, perfectly still. "You know I don't understand-"

"I am compromised," he repeated, switching to English this time. His voice had dropped even lower, carrying an edge of frustration that vibrated through the minimal space between your bodies.

"Comprom..." You sat up slowly on your elbows and shook your head in confusion, your brow furrowed as you tried to process his words. That’s what you’d say about a machine or computer, not a man. "What are you talking about?" Your eyes wandered downward, suddenly drawn to an unmistakable tent in his fitted briefs that became obvious from your new viewing angle, causing you to freeze in place as your breath caught in your throat.

So, he could feel things.

"Oh..." You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you remained frozen in place, your cheeks growing warm. "I think I understand now...you're feeling a bit pent up, aren't you?"

His metal arm whirred softly, the sophisticated machinery humming as he moved to adjust his hand placement. "Да. [Yes]," he responded in a low voice, his gleaming titanium fingertips delicately ghosted across the bare skin of your thigh, just barely grazing beneath the hem of your thin sleep shirt. Goosebumps erupted along your body in response to the contact, the cool metal sudden against your flushed skin.

"Мне не нравится делиться вашим вниманием. [I don't like sharing your attention]," he muttered with an undertone of possession, his lips curling into a slight frown as he gradually leaned closer to you. His silken hair delicately tickled your face as he slowly lowered himself, the tips of your noses barely grazing against each other in an intimate gesture. His lips parted ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of anticipation before he dipped his head down, warm lips pressing a tender, lingering kiss to your jawline.

You swallowed reflexively, your breath catching in your throat as you felt his warm, steady breath caress your sensitive skin, sending a visible shudder of growing excitement through your body.

He continued his gentle exploration, encouraged by your acceptance and the absence of any resistance. He pressed a trail of soft, purposeful kisses along the curve of your jaw, each one more intimate than the last, before gradually working his way down to your neck. His lips carefully followed the rhythmic flutter of your pulse beneath your skin, his tongue peeking out shyly to touch against you.

"Ah-" You voiced softly, feeling him settle on a particularly sensitive spot, right against the delicate side of your neck. It was nestled perfectly between the graceful junction where your neck connected to your collarbone, the skin there warm and inviting, holding a faint trace of blood flow from the intricate network of smaller veins positioned just beneath the surface.

He kissed many times with increasing intensity, clearly finding this spot ideal for his attentions. The soft, tentative pecks gradually became more passionate, open-mouthed kisses as each one was placed. His tongue began gently pressing against your skin with each lingering kiss, the pressure slowly growing in need. You felt your cheeks flush with warmth when he finally latched on, your eyes widening in surprise as the soldier's strong arms held you a little tighter.

Soldat began to suckle a mark, his ministrations gentle and teasing at first, but quickly growing in force and intensity as his skilled tongue swirled expertly around the trapped skin between his lips and teeth. The sensation drew a breathy moan from deep within you, making your entire body feel as though it were engulfed in flames of desire. Though you were completely helpless beneath the assassin, you had absolutely no intention or desire to push him away.

This felt too damned good.

Without thinking, your leg came up and hooked around his hips, drawing him closer until your bodies were flush against each other. The heat between you grew and you felt his painful erection trapped in his briefs, straining against the fabric as his arousal was staining them. Soldat exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening possessively, but he did not let go.

His suckling grew increasingly intense, the sensitive skin tingling and starting to sting and burn with each passing moment. Still, he didn't release the bruised skin just yet.

Instead, he just bit down harder, ensuring the mark he left would last for days. You moaned loudly, your fingers gently tangling in his thick hair as your pleasured sounds encouraged his attention. He became more attentive when your little sounds of pleasure turned into sharp, quiet hisses - clearly indicating that the sensation had crossed from pleasure into discomfort, silently telling him to ease off.

When he did finally relent, he pulled back to admire his handiwork, looking down at the deep purple mark blooming on your neck. His breath came in heavy pants through his parted lips as he stayed quiet, watching intently as you struggled to catch your own breath too. The sight of you beneath him, disheveled and vulnerable, with flushed skin and labored breathing, was enough to draw him right back in.

He dipped back down with renewed hunger, his metal hand slowly threading through your hair before gently fisting it at the base of your skull, though his careful control ensured it wasn’t painful, just firm. He tugged just enough to guide your movement, encouraging you to expose more of your neck to his hungry gaze.

"E-easy..." You whispered, a note of anxious anticipation in your voice. You wanted more, god you wanted more, but his sudden change of behavior was a bit surprising for you.

"Понял. [Understood]," he whispered against your skin, pressing a soft kiss of reassurance to your jaw before returning his attention to your neck. Those soft kisses began again, trailing along your skin, but his restraint didn't last long as he quickly sought a new canvas for another mark. He latched onto a spot just a little bit higher on your neck, alternating between sucking and carefully controlled bites to gradually darken and bruise the sensitive flesh.

You felt bite after delicious bite, hickey after possessive hickey.

He marked the tender flesh of your neck in several deep, purple marks that bloomed like violent flowers across your skin...each one throbbing with a sweet ache when he pulled away. His tongue always swirled over the mark with care to soothe the sting of it, making you arch into his touch as you fell into a complete daze.

"S-Soldat," you muttered breathlessly, cheeks flushed crimson and eyelids heavy with desire. Your pupils matched his own - completely blown with hunger and desperate need. Those bermuda swirls meeting yours as he continued a torturously slow trail of hot kisses down your chest, nipping your collarbone with just enough pressure to make you gasp before following the gentle dip of your sternum.

He paused deliberately, pulling up so he could lift the thin sleep shirt over you and expose more of your bare chest to his hungry gaze, giving him better access for his heated kisses and teasing nips. Once your top was discarded somewhere on the floor, his hands gently but firmly held your sides, trailing up with reverent touches until settling against your ribcage. His larger hands completely encompassed your torso, making you feel small but protected.

The soldier was absolutely transfixed at the sight of your breasts, eyeing the soft mounds and peaked nipples as they hardened in the cool air, growing increasingly sensitive and rosy with your mounting arousal. It was like he was completely mesmerized by the sight before him, the fucking Winter Soldier, the most dangerous assassin in history, stopped dead in his tracks at the mere sight of your bare breasts.

You felt in charge now.

"What is it? Do you like them?" you purred softly to the soldier, your body swaying in a deliberately teasing motion that made them gently move. His eyes remained fixed, drinking in the sight before him as his lips parted ever so slightly. Slowly, his head tilted down again, surrendering to the moment. He let his face nestle against your chest, his lips trailing a constellation of unhurried kisses across your skin.

He began to nip and suckle the tender skin of your breasts, his mouth working to create deep, purple love bites on that delicate flesh. The bruising blossomed easily beneath his ministrations, almost like they were eager to show themselves.

His lips would find a promising spot, then he would begin lapping at the skin with gentle strokes of his tongue until he felt you squirming. The soldier took the sensitized flesh carefully between his teeth, rolling the captured skin while his talented muscle swirled and sucked.

Your chest displayed his passionate handiwork when he finally drew back to admire his creation. The plum-colored bruises created an intimate pattern across your skin, their rich hues made even more striking by the soft glow of the holiday lights that danced through the room, highlighting each carefully placed love bite until they seemed to shimmer like twilight stars against your flesh.

"Soldat...I think you covered enough surface area," you breathed, feeling overwhelmed by the intense throbbing that radiated from each mark he'd left. The sensation pulsed in waves across your skin, making it difficult to focus. Your neck was thoroughly covered in the passionate marks, and now your chest bore an equally impressive collection.

The soldier gazed down at you with intensely, his eyes taking in each little sugar plum bruise that decorated your skin like a masterpiece. Though they were scattered without any deliberate pattern, the overall effect clearly pleased him. You lay there looking thoroughly affected by his attention, hair mussed and breathing uneven, cheeks beautifully darkened with a dust of blush, just from his careful application of bites alone. The sight of you in such a state, marked so thoroughly, brought deep set satisfaction in his gut.

"Моя теперь. [Mine now]," he muttered softly, his warm breath ghosting across your skin as his lips hovered mere millimeters from your own. The almost-kiss was delicate, just the faintest brush of contact that sent electricity dancing through your nerves. He almost seemed nervous to close that final distance, his confidence faltering despite the passionate trail of marks he had already left scattered across your skin.

He drew back slightly, seemingly snapping out of a trance, and you could see the vulnerability written plainly across his features as that nervousness flickered in his eyes. Shifting his weight, he settled back onto the bed, his right hand finding your knee and tracing gentle, soothing circles there with his thumb. The tender gesture matched his hushed voice as he spoke, "Я не хочу идти дальше. [I don't want to go any further]," the words carrying both certainty and a hint of apology.

Your brow furrowed deeply as you struggled to understand what he was trying to stay, the confusion evident in the slight crease between your eyebrows and the questioning tilt of your head. You really needed to study Russian. "Do you not want to continue?" you asked slowly and carefully, focusing more on interpreting the subtle nuances in his tone rather than trying to parse the exact words he was using.

His facial expression held hesitance and uncertainty, the slight downturn of his lips and the way his eyes wouldn't quite meet yours telling you what you needed to know. Body language was his primary mode of genuine communication, and you had become very good at reading these silent signals he unconsciously broadcast.

"It's okay, we can stop," you replied with a reassuring tone, making sure to keep your voice soft to help dissipate any lingering tension he might be feeling. "Let's just lay here, okay? We can cuddle without any kind of pressure to do anything else, if you want." You offered with a warm smile, wanting him to feel that his comfort and boundaries were completely respected and that there was no expectation or obligation to continue.

This was a lot of good progress with him, you typically just cuddled or he kept to his side of the bed but he had shown you a lot of sweet affection tonight, and you loved it, it meant he was growing more confident in himself and your relationship. The evidence of his passionate yet tender attention remained visible in the form of gentle, plum-colored marks that decorated your neck and chest as you lay beside him, watching as his silent form trembled slightly beneath the heavy warmth of the thick blankets that enveloped you both.

You opened your arms, offering him a warmer space, and he quickly scooted forward, tucking himself against you. Prone to being cold, he liked being under many layers of blankets, so you made sure to provide plenty for him to not only feel warm but secure. Plus...having you to hold him always helped.

Without the worry of being a soldier, he could rest easy like this.

Thanks for reading. -em 🌿

Dividers by @/strangergraphics | Images found on Pinterest.

[miihho]

can you please write the type of guy for jun ho (the policeman)😍😍

THE KIND OF GUY

(squid game edition boys)

Hwang Jun ho

SFW

—He’s the kind of guy who’d wait for the right person, for a relationship that felt genuine and effortless, where you wouldn’t have any worries or regrets when opening up and sharing your secrets. He would never rush or settle for something that didn’t feel real. When he finally fell in love with you, he’d be determined to make you feel the same. He’d take the time to really understand you, not just your likes and dislikes, but the deeper parts of who you are. He’d remember the little things, like the type of flowers you adored, your favorite candies, or even the specific kind of food that made your eyes light up with joy.

Each thoughtful gesture would be his way of showing how much he cared, how much he was willing to give. But what he didn’t realize was that you had already fallen first. You had fallen for the quiet moments, for the way he cared without expectation, for the sincerity in his actions. He just didn’t know that while he was falling deeper, you had already given him your heart without him even asking.

—He’s the kind of guy who would slip up behind you while you're cooking, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head gently on your shoulder or atop yours, as if grounding himself in your warmth.

—He’s the kind of guy who would feed you while leaving his own food untouched, insisting that you eat first. When you tell him you can manage on your own, he’d simply refuse, because seeing you enjoy your meal and knowing you're full is all he needs to feel content.

—He would smile whenever you kissed him. He just couldn’t help it >< The moment your lips touched his, that soft, uncontrollable smile would spread across his face. It wasn’t just because he loved you, but because every kiss felt like a reminder of how lucky he was to have you, how much he cherished each small, perfect moment with you. Even in the middle of a kiss, his heart would flutter with a joy so pure it couldn't be contained.

—He’s the kind of guy who would say, "Come here," and pull you into his arms when you're sitting too far from him, just wanting to keep you close.

—He’s the kind of guy who can’t take his eyes off of you, always lost in the way you move, the way you speak, the way you exist. He keeps telling you, "You're so beautiful, baby," or "You're so pretty, Y/n," as if those words could capture even a fraction of the admiration he feels for you. Every glance he gives you is filled with awe, wanting you to know just how stunning you are to him, every single moment.

If you’re wearing heels, he would immediately notice the discomfort on your face and insist that you wear his shoes instead, wanting you to feel comfortable. When you both get home, he’d take your feet in his hands and gently massage away the pain, his touch soothing and tender as he made sure you felt relaxed and cared for after a long day.

—He’s the kind of guy who will baby you in the most loving way, always putting your needs first. Whether it's carrying your bags even when you could manage, washing the dishes without a second thought, or gently putting your heels or shoes on for you, he finds joy in taking care of you. If you have a favorite dish, he’ll dedicate time to learning how to cook it just for you, hoping nothing more than to see that smile light up your face. Each meal he prepares is a gesture of love, a constant reminder of how deeply he cherishes you and how far he’ll go to make you feel special.

—He’s the kind of guy who will baby you in the most loving way, always putting your needs first. Whether it's carrying your bags even when you could manage, washing the dishes without a second thought, or gently putting your heels or shoes on for you, he finds joy in taking care of you. If you have a favorite dish, he’ll dedicate time to learning how to cook it just for you, hoping nothing more than to see that smile light up your face. Each meal he prepares is a gesture of love, a constant reminder of how deeply he cherishes you and how far he’ll go to make you feel special.

—He’s the kind of guy who would keep hair ties on his wrist just for you. If you're eating and your hair starts getting in the way, he’d reach over, gently pull your hair back, and tie it up for you, without a second thought.

—He would caress your face softly as you sleep, his fingers tracing the gentle curves of your cheeks. Watching you so peacefully, he’d silently admire you, marveling at how beautiful you are, every feature perfect in his eyes. With a quiet smile, he’d think to himself just how lucky he was to have you, savoring the moment as he let the tenderness of his love wash over him.

—He’s the kind of guy who would cuddle you while you're watching a movie, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. But even though the movie is playing, his attention would probably be on you, his eyes soft as he watches every little expression you make. When you catch him staring, you’d ask why, and he’d simply smile and say nothing, his gaze never leaving you, saying nothing because the answer is clear: he’s lost in the beauty of just being with you.

—Hes the kind of guy who never missed the little things, like the sidewalk rule. Every time you walked together, he instinctively positioned himself closest to the street, shielding you without a second thought. It was his quiet way of saying, “I’ll always keep you safe,” through actions rather than words, a subtle yet profound reminder of how deeply he cared.

—He’s the kind of guy who simply wants to be beside you, lying in bed with no rush. He’d gently shift to pull you closer, finding his way to your body as if he couldn’t resist being near you. He’d hold you, offering a quiet reassurance, shielding you from any nightmares that might creep in. Without even thinking, his hand would find yours, the connection so natural, even while you sleep. He’d press a soft kiss to your forehead, savoring the moment, feeling your steady heartbeat beneath his chest as you rest peacefully in his arms. In the quiet of the night, your bodies would naturally intertwine, a silent bond that needed no words, just the comfort of being together. He’d simply want to stay there, wrapped up in the serenity of being with you.

—When Jun Ho was working, his mind would often drift to you, unbidden but welcome. He’d find himself smiling at the thought of your beautiful features—your laughter, the way your eyes lit up, the sound of your voice. It didn’t matter how stressful the day was; just the memory of you was enough to brighten his mood and make everything feel lighter. You were his favorite distraction, the one thought that made every day better.

— He’s a respectful and sweet guy who’s never afraid to show affection. He’s loyal, always by your side, whether it’s going on walks hand-in-hand, joking around, or simply watching the stars together in peaceful silence. He’ll lay down with you and talk about anything and everything, remembering all the little details about you, because he truly listens. His style matches yours, making the two of you feel like a perfect pair. He loves sharing meals with you, his favorite moments being spent with you close by, his love language spoken through physical touch.

He’s the kind of guy who doesn't judge, offering random compliments and reassurance just when you need it. He’s always open about his emotions, never hiding how he feels, making sure you know where you stand in his heart. His cute smile and tall frame, along with his nice sense of style, are just the icing on the cake. What really matters is the depth of his affection for you, and how he makes you feel loved and valued every single day.

—He’s the kind of guy who would work tirelessly, putting in the effort to build a future because he wants to give you everything you deserve. His goal isn’t just financial success—it’s about making sure he can provide for you, spoil you with all the things you’ve ever dreamed of, and create a life where you never have to worry. Above all, he wants to wife you up, to make you feel cherished and loved, and give you a life filled with happiness, comfort, and everything your heart desires.

—In the beginning, he would be a little scared to touch you, unsure of doing something wrong. He’d always ask for your consent, making sure that you were comfortable with every step. If you ever told him to stop or if he saw that you were hurt, he would immediately pull back, respecting your boundaries without question. His care for you would always come first, making sure you felt safe and respected, no matter what.

NSFW

—He's the kind of guy eho would kiss you with SUCH intensity, like he couldn’t get enough of you, completely captivated by your lips. His passion would be undeniable, and if you ever found yourself out of breath, he would pull away just for a moment, giving you a chance to catch your breath before devouring you again. He just wants to feel connected to you in that intimate, consuming way:(

—He's the kind of guy possesses a possessive nature, frequently holding both of your hands while engaging in intimate activities with you. His affectionate gestures extend beyond physical touch, as he often kisses your neck, leaving distinctive love marks for all to see, proclaiming your status as his to anyone who lays eyes on you.

—He’s the kind of guy who’s never been in a rush for children, but when he saw his friends with their little ones, calling them “Papa” and “Mama,” something inside him shifted. A sudden ache, a yearning for a future with you—one where he could see your belly round with his child. Eventually, the thought of it all became too real, and one day, he asked you to make it happen. When you agreed, his heart swelled with joy, and though it was his first time with you in such a way, He's gentle, always careful not to hurt you, especially during intimate moments. Why? Because he got a big dick.

His hands held your hips with a firm yet tender grip, his breath coming in heavy, labored gasps as he endeavored to ease himself inside you. Despite his utmost patience and the slow, deliberate thrusts, he felt your body instinctively resist, clenching tightly around him

"Fuck..." he muttered, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he tried to catch his composure. "You're so tight baby, i don't think I'm gonna fit. I'm scared that I'm gonna hurt you."

He craved to be buried so deep within you that your body would have no recourse but to accommodate him, to force his release to take root and grow inside your belly. The thought drove him to the brink of madness, his massive member throbbing with the need to claim you completely.

"Baby, I’m sure it will fit," you murmured, your voice soft yet reassuring as your eyes locked onto his. "Just take it nice and slowly," you added, a gentle smile gracing your lips. His gaze, filled with hesitation and worry, lingered on you for a moment before he nodded, trusting you completely.

He exhaled sharply, every muscle in his body coiled with restraint. “Alright, then relax for me sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing as his lips ghosted over your jaw, his hands moved with deliberate care, sliding lower to steady you.

With a growl, he pressed his tip forward slowly, his moans mingling with the feeling of your walls stretching and fluttering around him. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. You’re doing so well for me,” he murmured. With each careful thrust, you felt yourself surrendering more, wanting him to fill you completely. Inch by inch, he expanded you wider than you ever thought possible, and when he was finally buried deep inside you, a primal groan escaped his lips.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” he asked, his voice laced with concern as he searched your eyes. You nodded, and a wave of relief washed over him. “See?” you teased softly, a playful smile dancing on your lips. “I told you I can take you.”

His heart swelled with affection at your words, and he couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m just glad you’re comfortable,” he replied, his brow relaxing. Then, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, pouring all his relief and desire into that moment, deepening the connection that bound you both.

After breaking away from the kiss, he began to move, feeling your body welcome him so perfectly that moans escaped his lips with each careful thrust. “Fuck, I love you so much,” Jun-ho breathed out in a deep, breathless groan, his grip on you tightening as he leaned closer, his words thick with need. “I want to do this all the time—every day, baby. I want to get you pregnant with my baby,” he rasped, his eyes half-lidded in pure pleasure, completely lost in the sensation.

Each thrust pulled the words from his lips, as if he couldn’t contain himself. His body trembled with bliss as the thought of having you like this repeatedly only fueled his desire. With a desperate urgency, he quickened his pace, grinding against you, determined to make this moment stretch into eternity. (You would be adorned with love bites all over your body, and your insides filled to the brim with him—so much that it began to drip out)

—He also possess incredible stamina in bed, playfully requesting just one more round, which often turned into several more.

—Jun Ho would always take care of you after sex, carefully cleaning your body with tender hands. He’d run a warm washcloth over your skin, savoring the intimacy of the moment. His gentle touch would soothe both your body and mind, ensuring you felt cherished and relaxed. He’d leave soft kisses along your shoulders and neck, whispering sweet nothings that made your heart flutter. He wanted you to know just how special you were to him, ensuring you felt loved and valued long after the passion had faded.

—If he's getting freaky he'll clean your pussy by eating you out :3

[screampied]

the thought of being fucked full-nelson style by sukuna while sitting on his throne won’t leave my mind

☆ ໋𓈒 tags. fem! reader, tf! sukuna, full nelson, size diff + size kinks, dirty talk, unprotected, brēeding, mentions of tummy bulge, ( little one, princess, brat . . ) mdni.

“hn. how pathetic,” the notorious demon snickers, baring a single fang as he watches the tip of his swollen angered cock disappear between your runny folds. your thighs shook instantaneously, and he’s lazily slouched back on his throne. a bawled up fist rests near his chin as he watches you with crimson eyes filled of nothing but pure amusement and a mocking head tilt. “don’t make me fall asleep, now. you said you could take me ‘n you’re not even halfway in, princess.”

you bite the inside of your cheek at his playful taunts — so annoying, he just wouldn’t shut up. “ ‘m trying, ‘kuna,” you moan, the stretch of his throbbing cockhead making the center of your mouth salivate. the sleeves of his kimono were slightly ruffled from you tugging on it. he’s got the smuggest grin as your legs part themselves just a bit further. seconds go by before you sigh, slumping into his chest. “help me, ‘kuna. please.”

“so easy to give up,” he mumbles in a gruff tone, bringing one of his big hands to pat the back of your head. you lean into his touch, and as you’re so close to him—you’re engulfed by his natural loud musk. “finee,” he sharply adds, and you gasp once he turns your body around, positioning you in such a way. you’re still placed on his lap but he grabs both of your legs, pulling them upward. “i’ll help you, little one. now now, lie back ‘n allow your king to give you a nice ‘lil stretch.”

your mouth slightly drops, dramatically going agape once he restrains you in a safe manner . .

sukuna’s got you taking his heavy cock again, but this time, you feel the stretch reach everywhere.

he’s got two pairs of arms locking behind your head with the other two clinging onto your thighs. a few sharp nails dig into the fat of your skin, leaving a plethora of marks he’d want to kiss over later. “fuck,” he grunts, hearing the squelching whimpers of your sweet cunt. everything’s slow, it’s as if time stood still as you’re trying to take him. you swallow a lump near the back of your throat that seemed to be growing every second.

the demon sat underneath you was big—he liked pounding you ruthlessly in full nelson because more than anything, he loved seeing you stretched.

the dumb sounds you make, it rings through his ears. speaking of, he gets up close to the lobe of your ear, flicking his forked tongue against it. “s- sukuna,” you whine, and with a ‘pop’, you felt your ass grind right into his lap. already, he’s molding a tiny tummy bulge near the center of your stomach. he’s so deep, once he starts, it’s practically over for your limps. “ngh, ‘s big, ‘kuna.”

“keh, obviously. the perfect size for you, princess.” he groans, tightening his grip just a tad bit against your legs. a hand of his feels the bulging spot near the center of your tummy before he hums. “ ‘kuna’s riiiight fuckin’ here, brat.”

he’s got you in a secure lock. his arms felt warm, and through your blurred peripherals, you glance at his ancient cursed markings that paint all across his bulky, burly arms.

so big, you’re already drooling as you’re bouncing on his cock. the crushing compressing weight of both bodies—mainly yours, causes his throne to be more rickety. it’s whining and groaning out creaks each time your speed against his lap increases, and he’s practically treating you like a doll.

a porcelain doll he didn’t want to ever break.

at least, not yet. .

“fuckin’ nasty girl,” he huffs, one of his hands going toward your face. he smears a palm over your mouth, your pouring drool that streams from the corners of your lips landing on his hand. he’s got a wolfish smile, hearing your babbled whimpers get louder as he’s stretching you silly. “i spoil you too much, spoil this sloppy pussy too much too, hmph.”

“mmph. suku— sukunaaa,” your sweet stammers of moans grew more bouncy as you bucked your swiveling hips further onto him. it didn’t take long before your raw vocal chords start to die out, growing strained and weak. you dramatically elongate each syllable of his name that streams from your lips as his cock plummets into you full. the sweltering hot crown of his shaft kisses all around your gummy walls, reaching so deep that you’re practically yanking roughly on the edges of his silky kimono sleeve. “fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna cum, ‘kuna.”

a throaty chortle from sukuna makes your cunt twitch as he holds you upright — so cute, he’s so much bigger than you, merely dislocating your limbs with a few sets of his arms. he barely had to do anything and yet you were easily overpowered by his body. your mouth hangs open as he’s shoving such thick inches in and out of your slobbering pussy, coating his entire base with your cascading slick. “are you asking or are you just sayin’ y’r gonna cum, little one?”

the insides of your thighs were so sticky, already sticking together and you’re a babbling mess as his dick continues to make you stupid. “lemme cum please, ‘kuna. please, pretty please. stuffin’ me so full, fuuuck.”

“there’s those sweet manners,” he purrs in a husky tone—the back of his lips meets near your ear, giving it a soft peck as you continue to move. you feel a swarm of fluttering butterflies circle inside the pits of your tummy, but you knew that could also be the bulge of his cock constantly rutting deep into your clingy insides. “ah,” he snarls, his tip thrashing vigorously against a certain spongey spot. right there, you let off a sweet squeal as his sloppy thrusts start to punctuate again and again until your candied coated moans reverberate throughout the walls of his regal royal chambers. “fuckin’ shit,” he hisses, and as your hips continue to slam onto him, he’s realizing he’s coming close too.

your eyes were droopy as he’s still got you in such a lewd position — he’s so strong, proudly holding you up to where you’re just a doll bouncing on his cock. his throne remains wailing out moans of its own from the heavy masses of weight jerking on top of the furniture. he’s balls deep into your core, feeling how sweetly your cunt’s being massaged.

“c’mon, messy girl. give it t’ me then. make a sloppy mess on your king, princess,” and his sable-darkened nails gently scrape against your skin. it’s almost soothing, he’s got you in a tight safe chokehold hold and you’re basically chasing your own breath.

you whimper as his warm breaths tickle such a carnal itch in your brain. sukuna allows for you to bounce on him quicker and harder until eventually, your release came. your sweet little cry of finishing rapture was adorable—he hears how even after you’ve creamed all down his cock from the salacious skin slapping, your irregular breaths never falter. “ugh,” he grumbles, feeling his own release eventually match up as if it was right on cue. he bellows out a rough animalistic growl before he’s cummimg, shooting blanks. satiny ropes shoot into you, its balmy hot temperature making you gasp. it’s thick and slimy, pumping you full to the brim so good that it even leaks out.

he loosens his taut grip on your numb legs that were positioned in the air before he sighs—it’s still coming out, his angered tip was tucked inside your pussy as you’re just defeated, collapsed back on his chest.

“good girl,” he pants, hearing the erotic sloshes of his own cum continuing to spurt and ooze deep inside you. now, you’re an entire puddled mess. he creeps a broad open hand between your thighs, dragging a thumb down your slobbering slick to gather up a drop of his filthy dribbling cum. “my, my, look at thaaat,” he coos lowly, and you moan once he resumes, dragging a plump thumb down your sloppy cunt. a bit of his own mess soaks onto his finger before he brings it up to his mouth, lapping at your fresh juices, getting a taste himself. “mhm, she’s as sweetest as she’s ever been,” and you let off a gasp once another one of his palms rudely spanks your wet cunt.

“messy baby.”

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, captive bunny reader, hybrid au, mindbreak

fem reader

Thinking about bunny darling… and the mighty bear who’s taken you captive.

Of course, you’re piss-scared to anger him. Goosefleshed when he’s close, shivering from lips to knees—unsteady and speechless—only able to barely nod your head when he asks you if you’d like his big fat cock whilst rubbing the huge clothed pound against you needily.

You close your eyes when he smiles—terrified of those strong teeth, how a bite could easily snap your neck.

But there is one saving grace in it all, in how all type of shame disappears in knowing how there would be no sense in fighting back. He’s way too massive for you to even humor the thought. It would just be too silly.

The understanding makes you pliant in his bed, nice and soft. He doesn’t even need to use threats or ropes, only sweetly suggestive language, which you listen to all too keenly.

“Can you spread your legs for me?” he’ll croon, and you’ll answer by doing just so—spreading them wide to allow him space between them.

He knows he’s hunted you down and taken you against your will, but your display is nearly enough to make him forget—how you wrap your tiny arms around the breadth of his back, barely long enough to braid your fingers behind his neck—holding onto him for dear life like a lover would—moaning oh-so-sweetly when he preps you on his thick fingers. One is enough to make you squirm—wet and warm and velvety in the palm of his hand as he kneads the heel against your clit. Two has you bucking your hips in return, and three makes you all but fall apart—tears on your pretty face, staining your cheeks raw, begging him to give you the real thing, to breed you, to fill you up with his babies.

Bunnies make such sweet little sluts. So easily drunk on pleasure and the promise of more, you go completelydumb in the wait. When you get like that, there isn’t a single sliver of fear within you—too numb to care about anything but the fatness bullying its way within you, so warm you feel like melting around it like a lollipop on a stick.

You suck his tongue with moans while he pounds you. Your legs hooked over his hips, trying to hold on—but his pace is brutal, and you’re not strong enough to withstand it. Luckily, his paws hold your ass steady—one on each cheek, squeezing you firmly, holding you just right to ram your womb on each heavy hard thrust.

You tell him the sweetest things as he makes you cum—how much you love it, how you adore his big bear dick, how you want it to go on forever.

You know no limits when he’s pushed you into heat. The fever reduces you to nothing but an animal seeking to have its every desire sated. The way you ride him is nothing short of shameless—with your back turned, showing him your cotton tail, your feet in the bed, standing while you hop on his lap, in bliss like you’re bounding about a flower field in your head.

You make no protest as he maneuvers, laying you down with your face mushed in the mattress. He stands behind you, mounting you—holding your puffy tail in a fist, squeezing it while rutting into you with enough weight to make you sound like a squeaky toy.

“Please, fill me up—breed me full—” you all but whine against the sheets, curling it in your fists—feeling his cock run you through, making putty out of your insides.

Yeah—in moments like these, it’s impossible for either of you to remember you’re his captive. It feels too good, too right—so euphoric, it’s anything but forced. He drapes you with his body, holding you tight with his cock balls-deep, giving you his all, every last drop of his love, right inside your starving womb.

And the feeling is so fulfilling, you might as well have hearts in your eyes, panting, “Thank you, thank you, thank you~”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Dabi, Hawks, Enji, Aizawa ♡ JJK – Toji, Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Naoya ♡ BLLK – Kunigami ♡ DS – Doma, Sanemi ♡ HxH – Uvogin

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[strwbrychffoncke]

"i just wanted to tell you incase you forgot... 'i love you',, 3k words ⸺ event masterlist synopsis: the ways in which you tell sylus "i love you" and ways in which he reciprocates contains: lnds sylus x mc?reader (fem in mind but she/her is used like once or twice) ,fluff! ,kitten/sweetie used as pet names ,domestic!sylus feel ,cuddling ,playful banter ,baker sylus ,incorrect evol use but its wholesome ,sylus chases u around ,twins feature ,not much to say other than soft!sylus being in love w u / both of u being lovesick for e/o + twins shenanigans at the end (i think thats it) note: (mostly edited ,will check back later) added this track last minute but immediately knew who i wanted to write it for. first fic of the event woooo~ :x

-

sylus wasn't a man of love-filled sentiments.

or at least, that's what you'd initially thought.

a man like him, the big bad leader of onychinus, someone who was above everyone else and the most sought-after criminal, wielding a steel-cold gun in one of his bloodstained hands...

someone like that didn't know love, surely.

but oh, how wrong you were.

you were the only one that knew, under all of that tough exterior, the true tenderness that lied beneath it.

and you were the sole subject to it, from the very beginning.

-

you woke unceremoniously in a bed that was not your own, surrounded in a blanket of warmth but not solely due to the comforter surrounding your plush body:

it was mainly due to the otherworldly individual beneath you, who you were using as your personal body pillow of sorts.

you stir, letting out a small groan before peeking your eyes open to catch a glimpse of the man before you.

the big, bad leader of onychinus, sleeping soundly in bed next to you, arm firmly wrapped around your waist and your head comfortably planted on his chest— your favorite makeshift pillow.

you can't help but to smile at the sight.

feeling a touch mischievous, you begin trailing your fingers, touch featherlight, up from his waist towards his chest and back down, slowly shifting to drawing mindless shapes in the expanse of exposed skin.

he doesn't react to your touches, still deep in sleep, so you change your tactic.

you drag a single index finger up, up, up past his slender waist, then his slowly rising and falling chest, his pretty neck then up towards his sharp jawline to poke at his cheek.

he grunts in his sleep, but nothing more.

you let out a huff, lifting your head up and staring at the serene expression on his face— even lost in the land of dreams, you couldn't help but to admire every feature of his visage.

a couple of minutes pass by just like this until you decide you're feeling a little bored again.

so you repeat your earlier action, dragging your finger up slowly, slowly, just about to poke his cheek again—

when your wrist is swiftly caught by a warm hand before you reach it.

"it seems my dream of a kitten mistaking me for a toy wasn't a dream after all."

sylus' crimson eyes crack open to look directly into your bright (albeit still slightly-sleepy) ones, heart full at the little playful smile you're sporting.

"she seems bored," he muses, thumb from the hand still gripping your wrist gently caressing your knuckles back and forth— a subconscious habit whenever his hands hold yours.

"should i entertain her?"

his question goes unanswered as he shifts over on his side while letting your hand go at the same time, causing you to slip from your spot on top of him to behind him, facing his back.

"—or leave her to her own devices?"

"sylus!"

your laughs are airy, quickly enveloping the spacious bedroom, and sylus finds himself smiling at the sound.

you don't leave him alone for long, quickly pressing against him and hugging his large frame from behind.

sylus releases a playful scoff. "is this a new attack of yours?"

"yeah, you can't escape, i'm going to stick to you like this forever and ever!"

"how touching," his voice is filled with amusement. "i think i can get used to this..." he trails off, smile evident in his words.

you stay that way for awhile when you decide to repeat your earlier actions in the new space, retracting a hand as you begin to draw shapes into his back this time. at the same time, sylus begins to hum whatever song is on his mind, eyes shut as he revels in your touches, neither one of you in a rush to get up from this sacred space for two.

"what are you drawing, kitten?"

your finger dances across the bare canvas of his back.

"guess," you answer simply as you continue.

he lets out a huff of a laugh. "not going to make it easy for me, are you?"

you hum in response, dragging your fingers to create imaginary lines over the muscles.

"is this... a kitten?" you can almost hear the raise of his eyebrow and see the funny yet curious expression on his face.

"oooh, i didn't think you'd get that one. how about..."

your finger traces several lines again, taking your time before you stop and wait for his answer.

"hmmm..." the way he's concentrating trying to figure it out fills you with amusement like no other.

"a... plane?"

"wrong, it was mephisto!"

"..it was close."

"are you calling mephisto a plane..?"

"..let's move on to the next one."

a hearty laugh rings out as you pretend to erase the image.

"wait until i tell him~"

"you wouldn't dare," he jokingly threats, causing you to only giggle back in response.

you decide on something much simpler this time.

your movements are slowed as you start near the center, drawing a tilted line outward and up before curving it inward and mimicking the same on the opposite side, connecting them to form a heart.

i love you.

a short, amused laugh leaves him, immediately recognizing the shape, but shaping a question instead of an answer.

"i'm not too sure, sweetie. might have to try that one again," he says, voice soft and tender, a hint of a smile within it.

say it once more.

so you do.

you repeat your action, slower, drawing another imaginary heart on his bare skin and within it, your unspoken promise of devotion towards him.

i love you.

this time, he turns around to face you, pulling you flush against him. you let out a short laugh before its devoured by his lips on yours, caught in a dance of love and devotion, giggles bubbling out of you between the breaks as you try to catch your breath while he needily chases your lips.

and the message he wishes to convey is clear as day.

i love you, too.

-

someone like him was the last person you thought you'd ever associate sweets with.

but after the time spent together, you find it hard to imagine anyone else cautiously reading the instructions, mixing the ingredients precisely, and carefully readying the icing for the fresh cupcakes that have come out of the oven and are left cooling nearby, except for him.

you tiptoe into the kitchen, watching him prepare a piping bag for the freshly-made icing he's made while he hums (when you asked him why he goes through the trouble of making it from scratch, he countered by asking "doesn't it taste better when you put in the work for something?" and despite playfully scoffing at the little smirk he offered, you couldn't help but to agree with him).

you smile at his focused expression, reading glasses perched on his nose, some remnants of ingredients spotting his clothes as he decides on which icing tip to use for these particular cupcakes (the last time he made them, they resembled simple flowers. based on the icing tip he was inspecting now, it seemed he was going to try for roses this time).

now just a step away from his back, you reach out both hands, index fingers out as you poke both sides of his lower back at the same time.

he jolts at the sensation, small gasp emitting from his lips and shock washing over him as he cranes his neck over his shoulder to catch your satisfied smile.

"another sneak attack, kitten?"

"i couldn't resist."

you step up beside him, taking a peek into the bowl filled with icing.

"red this time? i would've never guessed."

he scoffs, smiling.

"am i that predictable to you?"

"well, after spending so much time together, its only natural, right?"

"its bad if an enemy learns to read you so easily; who knows what trap will be set in the future."

"you're right," your words trail off as you step back, causing the sly crow before you to raise a brow.

"they can plan an attack when you're vulnerable, like—"

behind him again, you jump forward, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"this!"

his hearty chuckle rings through the kitchen.

even if he saw your intention from the start, he made no move to stop you. he'd surrender to you if you so much as asked.

"so? what will you do with me now that i'm caught?"

"hmmm..."

you hum in thought, noticing sylus has picked up the piping bag and was inserting the icing tip into it, getting ready to fill the bag with the red icing.

he's waiting for your answer when one of your hands reaches forward, dipping your finger into the icing bowl and quickly withdrawing your arms, swiftly turning around—

when you feel yourself being lifted into the air.

you let out a surprised squeal, giggling as you thrash around in the hold of sylus' evol, said man's attention still on the icing bag as he scoops a dallop of red into it.

"such a naughty kitten," he says, evol pulling your suspended body over to him slowly as you laugh the entire way.

"and naughty kittens deserve a punishment," as he speaks, he dips his own finger into the bowl of icing, red now gathered onto the tip before looking up at you through the rims of his glasses.

realizing what he's planning, you thrash around to no avail within the confines of his evol, trying to create distance between you two.

"nooooo! im sorry! please- aha, hahaha! sylus!"

your attempt is futile, sly smirk curling on sylus' lips as his finger moves closer and closer to your smiling face that's trying to inch further and further away, pressing his finger right onto your nose, painting it in red.

"noooooo!" you whine, sylus chuckling in amusement.

"how cute," he muses. "maybe this will teach you to behave in the kitchen."

he finally lets you down with his evol, eyeing you as you're standing upright and before him once again.

"now, go and wait till i'm finished, i'll even let you have the first taste," he bargains, turning his back to you and walking back towards the icing bowl.

despite this, a smirk plasters itself onto your face as you creep your way up behind him once again, red icing still staining your finger from moments ago stretched out, ready to paint his cheek—

"i thought i told you to behave."

despite the countless attempts to catch him by surprise attacks, he knows what you're saying through them:

i love you.

your wrist is easily caught in his grasp, stopping your attack before it can hit his cheek, a displeased groan emitting from your throat.

he brings your icing-covered finger close to his lips, lapping at the red. you watch as it momentarily stains his lips before his tongue licks them clean, humming at the flavor.

"it seems.. better this time, don't you think?" he turns, looking down at you.

you huff out a breath, trying to hide your embarrassment at his little action.

"be patient, kitten, i'll be done soon enough..." he trails off, hand unraveling from your wrist. "or do i have to restrain you?"

"i'm going, i'm going!"

with that, you scurry out of the kitchen to wait in the living room, sylus' amused chuckle surrounding the kitchen soon replaced by his soft, mindless humming once again.

i love you more.

-

a man of his caliber having a playful side seemed like a far-fetched idea.

until you experienced it for yourself.

and since the very first time, you're convinced he may be the most playful person on the entire planet.

to be fair, you kind of expected this, after all, its not like it was the first time.

but when you snatched a cupcake when his back was turned and took a bite, you didn't expect him to notice— at least, not right away.

but he did, and when he began counting, you instinctually bolted out of the kitchen, cupcake still in hand, giggles trailing behind you, determined to not be caught by him.

you dashed past the living area, two crow masks peeking up from their spot on the sofa and shifting to another figure— their boss— who was trailing behind you, watching until your figures disappeared down the long corridor of the hall.

"i give her five minutes," kieran pipes up, turning towards his brother.

"i give her three!"

"you're on!"

. . .

even as you dash down the halls, careful not to hit anything and running in scattered directions, it doesn't take long for sylus to close in on you.

you make it to a lounging area, movements slowed from the amount you've ran in the past couple of minutes, beginning to catch your breath after not sensing him around when you feel a weight on your shoulders.

"caught you."

"...!"

he's equally out of breath, taking a few moments to even his breathing, leaning against you more and more before pushing your body down onto the sofa. you fall back on the cushions with a short oof! still in the midst of catching your breath before sylus lays what feels like his entire weight right on top of you.

"sylus!"

you push against his broad chest, completely crushed by his beautiful build of a body, laughter ringing through the living space at your futile struggle against the smirking man above you.

"it seems a little kitten is stuck," he heaves a couple of breaths. "what are you going... to do about it?"

"get... off!" you laugh.

"i'm tired after all of that chasing... not to mention this is comfortable for me," he takes a couple more breaths, looking down at your slightly-sweaty face. "so i'd rather not."

"you're heavy, sylus!"

you weakly hit at his chest when he closes his eyes, pretending to fall asleep on top of you.

"sylus!"

slowly, he lifts himself up with his arms, hands planted flat on either side of your head.

"attacking me after making me chase you? how very cruel of you, sweetie."

your breaths are mostly even now, watching for sylus' next move.

he slowly begins moving his head down, and your eyes naturally flutter closed, expecting a kiss.

he takes this opportunity to plant his knees into the sofa, shifting his weight onto them as he leans down, breath fanning your lips.

"you trust me, sweetie?" he whispers against your lips.

"always," you whisper back.

he suddenly lifts his head, arms lifting at the same time before his fingers immediately begin dancing over your midriff.

your eyes shoot open in shock and betrayal, laughs immediately ripped from your throat as you thrash beneath him, trying your best to get away despite being caged into the sofa.

"s-sy-sy- ahahah! sto-o-p! s-stop! hahaha!"

his fingers continue their brutal attack on your sensitive skin, bubbling laughter infectious as sylus joins you, pleased smile adorning his face at your current state.

he relents shortly after, allowing you to catch your breath again as he looks down at you in a daze, reaching out to straighten your hair.

"kiss..." your voice is breathless, but he catches it.

"hm?"

"you still owe me... a kiss...." you breathe out, looking up at him expectantly. "from earlier."

"ah, of course."

he leans down, capturing your lips with his, hovering over your body as your arms snake around his neck, pouring your hearts into the action. you both kiss with equal fervor, chasing each others lips, never able to get your fill of the other.

i love you.

he pulls away slowly, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close in fear of him leaving you all of a sudden. the look in his eyes says i'm not going anywhere, his forehead touching yours as you both breathe each other in before he tucks his head into your shoulder.

"lets stay like this... just for a bit," his quiet, husky breath hits your ear and you shiver at the sensation.

"okay," you smile, hands petting through his silver locks.

i love you, most.

and you stay together, just like that, losing track of time in the world reserved for two, heartbeats syncing up as you meld against one another, both with the shared sentiment of never letting go.

(only at your insistence of taking a shower and slipping into some fresh clothes when you think he's dozed off does he relent, slowly getting up and scooping you into his arms, making his way down the hall towards his room).

-

sylus wasn't a man of love-filled sentiments.

at least, that's what you'd initially thought.

a man like him, the big bad leader of onychinus, someone who seemed to be above everyone else, the most sought-after criminal wielding a steel-cold gun in one of his bloodstained hands—

the same hands that cradled your face, caressed your hair any chance he got, tickled you when you least expected it, carried you so lovingly at your beck-and-call, hugging you close to his chest, close enough that you could feel his beating heart—

the heart of a man who loved so wholly and completely, devoting his entire being to you.

so, despite what anyone else may think, may also assume at first glance, you knew the truth:

despite the odds, sylus was someone that knew love the best.

-

epilogue:

"so... who won?" luke turns to his brother under the crow mask.

"i did, obviously," kieran is all-too confident.

"what?!? nuh-uh, she was definitely caught in less than five minutes!"

"did we watch the same thing? that was maybe six!"

"are you.... stupid?"

"rude!"

"i didn't think you'd try to lie your way to win," luke crosses his arms over his chest.

"i am not lying!"

"are too!"

the bickering continues for a couple more minutes until luke pipes up again.

"wait, what was the prize for whoever won the bet?"

"......"

kieran is the first to speak up again.

"you know what, since you won, you can be the one to tell boss the reason so many cupcakes are missing."

"WHAT???"

later, the cameras in mephisto's eyes would relay the twins chasing each other around— just amongst the footage of them scarfing down the freshly-made rose-icing cupcakes.

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a/n: spreading the soft sylus agenda... this is inspired by a number of domestic art/tweets ive seen if i find them ill add but.. he's so soft..... i adore him

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[lqveharrington]

Gentleman | R.L.

summary: remus lupin is the perfect gentleman.

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

includes: fluff, you and sirius are practically siblings, rem defending his girlfriend, someone gets pushed off a boat

a/n: all my inspo literally comes from the music i listen to 😭

James had invited the entire group down to the lake for the summer because it was the last summer before the last year of Hogwarts. He thought it should be memorable, and everyone loved the idea. His parents allowed him to borrow the lake house and boat, but only if everyone's parents were okay with it. Of course, your parents trusted you with your friends. The only rule was to stay in separate rooms from your boyfriend. Oopsies.

As the Potters’ boat slowed to a calm stop, the summer wind continued to blow through the air, the clouds nonexistent in the blue sky. The sun shimmered across the lake water and the radio played the top hits of the month, the sound drowning from the talking of the boat’s riders.

When Sirius had enough of all the chitchat, he quickly shed himself of his top and jumped into the lake water, splashing Marlene who was trying to tan on the boats end. She cursed him out and threatened to pull the ladder away when he splashed her again.

Witnessing the entire interaction, you hid a laugh behind a smile and left the girls to sit beside Remus who was sitting underneath the shade of the boat. You tucked your legs underneath your lap and leaned your chin on his shoulder. On instinct, his calloused hand found the space underneath your calf and gently squeezed even when talking to James. You admired his face glowing in the sun for a beat, eyes following the scars that were left behind from bad nights before he finally turned and met your loving eyes.

“Hey.” You murmur and grin when you felt him press a soft kiss to your lips. “Sirius just went into the water." He hummed and kissed you again, making you hum and separate once more. "You don't want to join him?”

“And leave you here all by yourself? What type of man do you think I am?” He thumbed your leg and felt for the rushing blood, ensuring there was a pule and that you were in fact real. It was a habit he was quick to have learned because of a full moon incident a year ago.

You shrug and rest your cheek on his shoulder instead, watching the gulls fly by and circle the food James was grilling. As he tried fighting them off with tongs, Lily and Dorcas began to draw sunscreen images on Marlene's back, not bothering to cover up their giggles.

“You don’t want to join the girls?” Remus tilted his head and scanned your side profile, following the contour of your face. He memorized every single bump and crease, gingerly tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear when you looked back over at him.

You raise a brow at his guilty smile and analyze his mannerism, rubbing the one bit of sunscreen into his cheek. "What?"

“You just wanna stay in the shade with me, don't you, dovey?" He brought his hand up and gently cupped your cheek, pulling you close enough so he could press a kiss to your temple.

“Of course, wherever you are, I follow.” You grin as a blush creeps up your neck, not realizing Sirius had gotten out of the water and rolled his eyes at how affectionate the both of you were being.

“You two are so gross." He covered his eyes before shaking his head like the dog he was — ridding himself of all the water he brought up with him.

You groaned when you got hit with the water, glaring at the long-haired boy. He stuck his tongue out at you which you retaliated with your middle finger. You swore that Sirius had a secret hatred for you since you began dating Remus over a year ago.

Sirius gasped at your gesture and put a hand on his chest, returning the finger. Remus rolled his eyes at the both of you and gave you a pointed look, making you cover it with your hand.

"Prongs, do something! The lady won't go down without a fight!" SIrius complained and popped a soda can out of the cooler, leaning against the railing of the boat.

“Mate, I don’t know what you want me to do.” James threw him a confused look and reached inside the cooler to hand Lily her own can. "Besides, I can't do much here."

“You could toss her over board." Sirius muttered loud enough for you to whip your head toward him and glare.

"You were being mean first!" You move to stand only to be pulled back down into your seat. From the corner of your eye, you saw Remus pursing his lips in thought, making you sigh. "Rem—"

“Sit.” He practically commanded, rolling his eyes once more when you crossed your arms and legs in annoyance. But when you noticed his quick wink, you realize what he was going to do.

You smiled slyly toward Sirius when he met your eyes again. The poor unsuspecting bloke. Sirius gave you an annoyed look and went to say something — probably insulting all women — when Remus pulled him aside.

Assuming Remus was going to hangout with him instead of you, Sirius stuck his tongue out before yelping in surprise as Remus pushed him off the boat. Your eyes widened with a smile, stretching your neck to see where Sirius was flailing. The three girls burst out into laughter at the predicament and quickly moved away from all the splashing water, grabbing a polaroid to take a picture before he could get out. James just shook his head in disbelief, clasping his arm around Sirius’ and helping him up.

Remus tossed a towel in Sirius' direction before sitting beside you again, kissing the side of your head like nothing happened. You gave him cheeky smile and laced your hand with his.

“What a gentleman.” You chide before letting out a noise of surprise at the feeling of his lips on yours, dropping your hand to lay flat on his chest.

“Some gentleman you are.” Sirius muttered as he dried himself off. When he realized Remus was staring back at him with an unimpressed look, he took a huge step back behind James and quickly apologized. “Kidding, I’m kidding.”

You send him another death glare before staring up at Remus with soft eyes as he thumbed your palm, a small smile taking over your face. "You know we're probably going to get pranked anytime soon, right?"

"As long as I spend quality time with you, I think I'll be fine. Besides, he won't try anything too bad." Remus tilted your head up with his index finger. "I'm a gentleman anyway."

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[fairestwriting]

sorry if you’ve done something like this-

What about Jade, Leona, Jamil and Vil with a S/O that somebody tried to love potion?

…warning for minor book/chapter 4 spoilers in the jamil one? in case anyone is a newcomer here. there was just No way i could write this without mentioning his lore. like. come on

𐙚 Leona Kingscholar

Honestly, it’d take anyone some serious guts to try to do this. Or serious ignorance. Or straight up hubris, or maybe all of the above at the same time— Since your first few friendlier hangouts with Leona, it was pretty much known to most people who knew you that you were completely off-limits. Even if you just stayed friends, no sane person was going to mess with anyone who’s close to him. It’s almost an unspoken, pretty much school wide rule.

It was an especially bad choice for that perpetrator to try to slip you the potion during lunchtime. Maybe they’re a classmate you barely know, maybe they pretend to be a friend, it’d definitely have to be someone who could get away with approaching you to pretend to want some casual conversation. This privilege was soon to end, however, since you had agreed with Leona to meet up with him at the greenhouse after you ate.

The second you step inside, he can smell that something is off. By then you can already feel it starting to take effect, your head feeling foggy and suddenly occupied with thoughts of that person, which just feels confusing for now. You walk up to him, he’s sitting up with a frown on his face, asking you to come closer. Hazy, you step forward, and through your clouded vision you see him leaning in to smell you. It feels weird at the moment, you’re not sure if you’re comfortable with this— Even though that’s your boyfriend, you think, maybe you’d rather be this close with someone else…

He can’t tell it’s a love potion exactly, at least not just by smelling you, but he knows something is off. “Have you been up to anything weird lately, Herbivore?” He asks, his voice full of suspicion. You just shake your head, mention your classes today were all unremarkable, then so was lunch, you just met up with your friend, while you were eating. Somehow you can’t stop yourself from letting the subject linger on them, even though it puzzles you on the inside. He quickly picks up on what must have happened.

Really, anyone who even considers trying this has some nerve. He even says that out loud to them, after dragging you out of the greenhouse into a hunt for this specific person. You won’t even get the chance to remember much about the incident. Next thing you know, you’re in one of the potions lab, with an emptied vial of antidote in your hands. Leona is standing next to you with crossed arms and a death glare, and your “friend” is shaking behind a cauldron, having prepared that in record time. Even if notice of the incident spreads, Leona definitely won’t want you to leave his side anytime soon…

𐙚 Jade Leech

Another case in which attempting anything with you is definitely a feat of courage. Even though there’s a higher chance they wouldn’t know you’re dating Jade in the first place, because of how private he is, he’s clearly fond of you. And that’s without even taking into consideration how often he’s around. Jade doesn’t have the sort of infamy Leona dows, but it’s not any less intimidating of a situation, anyone with eyes can tell he’s watching every person around him very closely…

They’d really have to get lucky to get you to consume even a single drop of anything. They might have even tried multiple times, in multiple different ways. Spiking your food or drink is not an option at all with him, because he’s sitting with you while you eat, and who would want to take that chance? If they got you, it was probably by offering you an “extra drink they got from the vending machine”, which might as well have been attempted before, with Jade successfully distracting you from the drink every time.

”My, how kind of you. I’ve heard that soda is very popular, is that true?” Somehow, he shows up just in time to strike up conversation with the person, placing a hand on the can they tampered with. ”I don’t recall seeing this brand back home. Would you mind if I had a small sip first?” He looks at them, then at you, with a strange menacing smile. Once again, that person is taking the can back and stammering excuses that make less and less sense as time passes…

If they’re brave/stupid enough, and you’re oblivious enough, Jade will just sneakily make himself your bodyguard, ready to catch any new attempts and stop them right before you could get the spiked drink anywhere near your lips. He’ll do it as many times as he has to— And if it goes on for long enough, and one day they decide to not take their little trap back, he will literally just open it and drink the whole thing. He’ll do it while making eye contact with them, even. “Oh, I’m sorry, my hand slipped. It’s really unfortunate when that happens, isn’t it? It’s very easy to forget, since most of the time it doesn’t cause any harm… But the wrong ‘slip’ could really cost you your hand, you know… It’s important to be careful.” He doesn’t look away from them for even one second.

You’re confused as hell, Jade is weird a lot of the time, but just what’s going on right now? He hands them back the can, and just waves his hand at your question, telling you he’ll explain on the way as he walks off to get some antidote. From the nurse, specifically. And it’s not because he can’t make his own, because he could probably do it before the dizziness even hit— It’s to get your little “friend” in trouble with the staff, he’ll even play up the symptoms to make sure they get a nasty suspension… Even if they’re not expelled, you somehow never see them again.

𐙚 Jamil Viper

Not happening. At all. You have no “off limits” fame, no one knows you’re dating (Upon Jamil’s own request) and even if they did, they wouldn’t be that intimidated to try to make a move on you normally. He’s too busy to be lingering around you too much, plus he just wants you to have your own independence in general… everything is seemingly stacked in the favor of that person who wants to slip you the potion, but it’s nowhere near enough to get past Jamil. It just could never be.

…So you’d think it’d be easy for someone to catch you off guard, try to slip something in your food or drink. But there’s just no way that potion isn’t even making it into the vial. Really, with the upbringing Jamil had, could any fellow teenager manage to fly under his radar when trying to tamper with your things? Not a chance. He’s learned to spot real, professional assassins going after Kalim. Catching on to some other student’s creepy behavior is nothing to him.

He knew it before he even heard that person’s name, or saw them talk to you with his own eyes. It just takes a few conversations about this weird classmate of yours who you started suspecting might like you for him to be able to tell they don’t have good intentions. ”...I know I might sound paranoid, but I think you should be careful around them.” Is all he says, when you two talk about it the first time. You know him well enough to be aware of how serious that warning is.

Nothing is said after that, but he’s watching them closely too. You don’t eat lunch together that often, but Jamil always watches your table from afar when he’s not there. At first it’s just out of habit, but now that he’s got an eye on this person, their every move has your full attention. And it’s all just too familiar, the way they seem to also watch your table, or more specifically, watch you while you eat. He can even sense their frustration at how guarded you’ve gotten since his warning.

You’ll never even hear about a possible poisoning attempt because he catches them in the middle of their potion brewing— With a good chance he wasn’t even trying to do that. He just happened to spot them acting weird in the hallways, and decided to investigate. Following them to the laboratory, standing outside of the door to see what’s happening, maybe take a video or two. He then walks inside, no notable expression on his face, and speaks to them. ”I wouldn’t do this if I were you. Even making this potion outside of class could get you in serious trouble.” Nothing else is said, he shows them the video on his phone screen, and walks off. Next thing you hear, they got suspended, an when they come back, they won’t even dare to meet your eyes.

𐙚 Vil Schoenheit

The day you two agreed you’d make your relationship official, you also had a very long talk about the things that it might entail—The worries had been stewing in his mind for a while now, at first regarding his own reputation, but eventually they turned their focus to you. He’s had people interacting strangely with people who were just his dormmates, so one could only wonder how they’d treat someone they suspect is his partner…You’re warned at the very start that it’s a good idea to be cautious of others. But because it’s Vil, and he has all those vocal, sometimes fanatic admirers that are seemingly just everywhere, it can be kind of sadly easy to forget that this type of person could fixate on you too.

It becomes a bit of a dilemma for him, when he hears about this classmate of yours you’ve been talking to occasionally. On one hand, of course he wants you to have friends, he’s not crazy. On the other, he already has a weird feeling from the interactions you describe. Then under all his common sense, he just feels sort of jealous in general. You might notice he suddenly looks alarmed, and he might even remind you it’s important to be careful with others. But even if you take it to heart, would you really outright assume they were planning anything so creepy?

It’s a thankful coincidence that dating Vil also means learning a lot about potions. You often sit around in the Pomefiore dorm laboratory while he’s doing something, and he’s happy to explain the process to you however many times you need. Ironically, the specific subject of attempted love potion slips might come up. It happens to celebrities often, after all, it’s not crazy to think someone would try to get to him— ”They teach you to not eat or drink anything a fan gives you. You accept it if they’re handing it out, but you don’t touch it. And it’s not just for the sake of keeping up with your diet.” He retells you what he was taught. ”You don’t even donate it, since it could be tampered with. Usually, there are tells, but not always…”

Then question becomes, how skilled could another student get, specifically when compared to how observant you can be? It could go either way here. It’s easy to be alarmed by anyone offering you snacks or drinks after Vil tells you these stories, but you’re not a celebrity, so would that really happen to you? What if you’re just forgetful, or they really manage to get you at a moment when you’re vulnerable? Luckily, no matter how sneaky someone is, they can’t hide the effects of the potion forever. On the color of your drink, the smell, the taste… or, in a worst case scenario, in the way it feels when it starts to kick in.

You’ll know something is wrong, and he’s lectured you enough you know to get an antidote from the nurse if needed, and you know to report it to school staff. It’s dealt with quickly enough, but no matter when he finds out, he’s outraged all the same. ”How does a student get away with even trying to brew something like this? Staff shouldn’t allow just anybody to use laboratories unsupervised…” Vil fusses over you, smoothing your clothes just so his hands have something to do. Even if you didn’t swallow any of the potion, he tells you to take the day off to rest and stays nearby. Of course he wouldn’t just let the situation be solved without reacting, but first, he has to be sure you’re safe.

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[chilumi-shipper]

Mama and Papa

Neuvillette x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Breeding Kink, Cockwarming, Creampie

Summary: You absolutely adore the Melusines, treating every single one as if they're you're own child. That tenderness you hold dear for the cute little creatures was what drew the Chief Justice to you in the first place, seeing how even the tough Melusine guards seem to indulge and melt into your motherly embrace. However, for some reason, the scene of you all sweet and caring with the Melusines invoked another feeling from Neuvillette, one more... flithy and sinister than mere adoration.

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His eyes can't help but wander...

From the papers on his desk, all the way to your figure sitting on the floor. Two little Melusines accompanied you, one sleeping on your lap, the other behind you and braiding your hair.

The serenity of the scene before him prevented him from keeping his eyes off you... your presence was simply too alluring.

"Miss Y/N, are you our Mama?" Sedene, the one braiding your hair, suddenly asked, opting a surprised look from you, as well as your lover just a few feet away from you.

There was innocence in the little darlings eyes, "You are very nice to us, just like a Mama." She reasoned her question as she finishes off your braid with a bow.

"Hmmm, I guess I am your Mama! If you want me to be." You answered, caressing Sedene's cheek. "And that means that Neuvillette over there is your Papa!"

The Chief Justice assessed what had just unfolded in front of him, the cutest interaction he's ever seen in, perhaps, his entire life. Sedene's eyes met his, expectantly waiting for a confirmation of what you said.

"I suppose that makes sense." He answered the Melusine's questioning gaze, enjoying the huge smile that was brought to her face as she looks back at you.

That is when Neuvillette can truly take in the situation...

You and him... Mama and Papa...

Being parents together, that would mean seeing you with a swollen belly, nurturing a baby born of his and your love...

From him breeding you and coating your insides with his cum, your breasts would be producing milk for your child, and you would look absolutely radiant completely naked for him to please make love to and-

"Papa!" Neuvillette was taken out of his (very filthy) trance when Liliath, the one previously asleep on your lap, yells for him.

When he looked at her though, the Melusine gasps, "It's true..." She then looks back at Sedene. "He is our Papa! He looked when I called him Papa!"

"That's what Mama said!"

You giggled at their conversation, none the wiser of the piercing eyes that stared at you and was currently picturing you in his dirty fantasies.

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"W-Woahh... darling, hold on..." Your words seem to only come out as a breath, closing your eyes as you hold on for dear life.

He had you in a mating press, keeping your legs pressed against your chest as he eases into you slowly. Neuvillette is rather big, and you held desperately on his arms as he shoved himself all the way in.

He lets out a deep groan when he finally started to move, immediately opting for a fast pace. "Darling... I-" Neuvillette found it hard to get his words out, the feeling of your pussy squeezing him tight was far too good to be interrupted by his thoughts.

He was being rough with you, holding tight onto your thighs, thrusting hard into you, making sure to mover around so that you feel him fill you up to the brim with his cock. It wasn't like your usual love making... this one... he means business...

And boy, did you feel what he meant by the way his cock pounded you over and over, giving your pulsating cunt the pleasure that it wants.

Your husband couldn't be more hot at that moment, so focused on drilling into you, looking intently at where you connect. "I love you, Y/N." He whispered into the air breathlessly, eyes shut as he felt your insides squeeze him.

"I love you too..." you caressed his face and smiled, feeling full of love... in more ways than one.

As you continued, he pounded you even faster, a clear sign that he's about to cum. He would usually pull out already, preparing to coat your breasts with his hot seed.

However, he remains inside you, thrusting continuously, making you call out for him. "Neuvi... Ahhhh...." You moaned as you grabbed onto his arm. "I'm gonna... I need to..."

"Inside."

"Ahhhhg... What...?" You half moaned out, looking at him as you were almost blissed out from his cock fucking you so good.

"I want to cum inside you, Darling..." He said in such a dangerously low voice, sending shivers down your spine. "Will you let me?" He slowed down his thrusts into you, looking at you, almost begging.

You were rather shocked at his request, looking at him wordlessly.

"Please, darling..." He whispered once again. "Wanna breed you..."

And that did it for you, you nodded immediately, allowing him to do as he please.

You moaned loud as you came together, you feeling extremely fucked out as you felt his cum coat your insides, "Ohhh, Neuvi..." He buried his face on the crook of your neck, not bothering to take his cock out of your pussy.

"Thank you... I love you..." He said, his voice muffled by your skin. He inhaled your sweet smell before rolling to your side, holding you close so that you could cockwarm him and keep him all nice and warm. He also wanted to make sure that his cum would stay inside you.

"You know, Neuvillette..." You started in a rather teasing tone. "I think it would take more than one round for you to actually breed me..." You moved to be on to of him, sitting on his cock as you smile almost innocently.

You felt his cock stiffen inside you, making you giggle. "Don't worry, Darling... I'll make sure you get what you want..." You kissed him on the lips, your hips starting to move up and down.

"Breed me, Darling..."

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I absolutely love Melusines and now I have adopted every single one of them. I am now their mother.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy my once a year update!

[nottsangel]

TWELVE. double penetration — poly!dragonott

warnings — smut 18+. dom!theo, dom!draco and sub!reader. polyamorous relationship. threesome. double penetration (vaginal sex + anal sex). hair pulling. degradation.

kinkmas mlist. more.

“tsk. you reckon she even deserves it?” draco sneers from beneath you, his tone dripping with condescension and indifference, as if you aren’t even there. his grey eyes stare coldly into yours while the head of his cock nudges against your dripping, aching pussy.

“nah mate, ‘course she doesn’t.” theo drawls from behind you, his leaking cock teasing your other tight hole, his hands gripping your cheeks to spread you open. he lets out a guttural, predatory groan at the sight of you completely at their mercy, causing his self-control to shatter.

“but we do.” with that, theo suddenly pushes into you, drawing a sharp hiss from your lips at the harsh stretch of his thick cock, filling you up inch by inch from behind. draco doesn’t waste a moment, following suit as his erection sinks into your soaked cunt, both of them now stretching you out from both holes, leaving you completely full.

“‘s too much!” you helplessly cry out, your head spinning from the overwhelming sensation as both boys begin moving inside of you. their cocks deliciously rub against each other as they’re only separated by the thin wall of your flesh, heightening their pleasure. theo’s hand aggressively grips a fistful of your hair, yanking you back until your head rests on his broad shoulder.

“aww, it’s too much for you? should’ve thought about that before you started acting like a needy brat all day, begging for our attention.” theo mockingly whispers into your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your bare skin sending shivers down your spine as both of them increase their pace, making you see stars. your poor body goes limp from being used by both your boys, entirely at their mercy.

“you should be thankful you’re getting any attention at all. so bloody ungrateful.” draco scoffs, his tone sharp and snobby, an expression of disapproval written all over his flushed, focused face. you part your lips to speak, but no words are able to come out when theo suddenly shoves his fingers into your mouth with aggression, silencing your whines with ease.

“we decide if it’s too much or not. you’re just gonna take it until we say you’ve had enough. and i don’t want to hear a single fuckin’ complaint.”

“you feel that, theo? squeezing so tightly around us— she loves it when we treat her like the pathetic little slut she is.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[2hightocare]

COFFEE!

“I think I'm past obsessed at this point, there has to be another word in the dictionary that tops obsessed.”

Synopsis: in which a hopeless romantic falls in love with the man of her dreams…

Pairings: boyfriend!jeongguk x fem!reader

Genre: established relationship.. non idol au

Warnings: literally the most sappy thing I could have possibly written, was listening to ‘coffee’ by miguel while writing, they’re such a gentle love, reader is a book worm, Jungkook likes drawing (doodling) plus points when his drawings are about oc, mentions of their first time having sex, usage of book quotes (read nltm, had to use the mia and sebastian line for my own sanity) <3333333

authors note: this is so simple but my book worm hopeless romantic needed this.. wrote this while high so nothing new 🤍

They say falling in love is the most beautiful feeling in the world.

You couldn’t explain the immediate sensation, the feeling that spreads throughout your chest as if you were a black-and-white picture that suddenly starts to fill with vibrant colors anytime his eyes lock with yours.

It was astonishing how the universe works—the idea that you are destined for someone ever since you are born, and that all the hardships along the way shape you into the person you need to be to meet them.

Your heartbeat thumped loudly in your ears as you watched him laugh from across the room, an oversized hoodie and baggy jeans covering his lean, muscular figure—one you’d memorized to the tiniest detail. You knew every freckle and scar. His head was thrown back, arms crossed, as he paid attention to whatever the guy in front of him was saying.

You scrunched your nose, using your index finger to push your glasses up as you studied your boyfriend from afar. You weren’t sure whether to call it pathetic or endearing, the way you noticed every little crease on his forehead and the way he toyed with his bottom lip absentmindedly. You even took note of his long eyelashes, and nearly died of jealousy every time you counted them when he slept beside you.

It was gut-wrenching to imagine anyone else feeling about him the way you did. The thought alone made you want to puke in the nearest trash can.

You were lovesick for this man, and you could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks whenever you looked at him or heard his laugh. Not only did you want to scream and freak out over every little thing he did, but he also had you daydreaming constantly. You found yourself thinking of silly song lyrics that resonated with how you felt about him. Staring at his side profile, you finally understood the meaning behind Suki Waterhouse’s lyrics: “Oh, my good looking boy,” echoed in your mind.

Before you could form another lyric or recall a favorite book quote to describe your feelings, his eyes found yours. A small smile tugged at his lips as his gaze scanned your expressions, reading you as if you were an open book. You smiled, tilting your head to the side, trying to hide the makeshift fireworks going off in your tummy.

His gaze softened, and it made your breath waver. You had never understood the meaning of “his gaze softened” in books, but now, you understood every syllable of those words after experiencing it firsthand.

You honestly couldn’t think of a single thing you didn’t love about him. You loved everything about him, even the parts he claimed were too “broken” or “damaged” to be loved.

A few seconds passed before he finally said his goodbyes and began making his way back to you. Your eyes followed every step, catching the grin he wore.

“I don’t know, I pretty much think you’re obsessed with me,” your boyfriend teased, his straight teeth on full display as he stopped in front of you, looking down at you on the couch.

“In your dreams.” You laughed, craning your neck to look up at him.

Instead of getting mad, he let out a low chuckle, leaning down with both arms on either side of the couch, caging you in.

“Every night, baby.” He whispered softly, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips before moving to your cheek, delivering another soft kiss. You sighed in contentment as his lips ghosted over your skin, the pet name making your head feel dizzy.

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before standing up straight again, looking down at you. Your eyelids felt heavy as you looked up at him through your lashes. He was already smiling, and you didn’t even need to ask “what?”—you already knew. Anyone in their right mind could tell how obsessed you were with him, and it was no surprise to him either.

As you both walked out of the bookstore, carrying a bag full of psychological and romance books (and, of course, the box of transparent sticky notes Jungkook got for you to annotate your books without writing on the actual pages), it was clear this was one of his favorite things to do. In his free time, when he wasn’t working or with you, he loved opening one of your books and reading your thoughts scribbled in the margins. Half of his camera roll was pictures of you, but the other half was just pictures of your annotations, scribbles, and drawings.

It was as if he was inside your mind, reading every thought, and he loved it.

He could still recall the first book he opened that sent his heart racing, like a teenage boy with a crush.

“I couldn’t see him, but his laugh was unmistakable. I could close my eyes and be in so many places with that laugh. That laugh was the cohesive thread, the little recurring melody that showed up in so many scenes of my life, like Mia and Sebastian’s theme in La La Land. Always there, playing in the background.”

Those words were highlighted in the prettiest shade of pink, with two small hearts drawn beside them. But it was your handwriting at the bottom that got him: “The feeling I’ve been trying to put into words about how I feel every time I look at him has just been done for me, oh my.” He remembered feeling his heart stop for a second. And when it started again, it was for you—his heart was for you and only you.

That wasn’t all. It had become one of your shared love languages. Jungkook started buying books he thought you’d like. He even asked your little sister what your favorite highlighters were so he could buy them for both of you.

Your heart did somersaults when you opened a book on his bedside table and saw a drawing—a pair of eyes in black ink, long lashes making them look bigger and more innocent. Your breath hitched as you noticed the small freckle just below the eyebrow, realizing it was you.

It didn’t help the overwhelming sensation of adoration when you saw his handwriting in the margins.

“You remembered?” she said softly.

“I remember every second of us.”

The text was underlined, and in small letters, he had written, “Gosh, she made me fall so hard that I’m reading sappy words and thinking ‘us’ out loud. #sendhelp,” with a frowning emoji next to the hashtag. Before you knew it, you were on page one, reading every single line and note he had left.

Also, the multiple drawings on the pages where there was extra space had your heart thumping hard in your chest. There were so many drawings— each one tied to you or him. It was impossible to describe every feeling surging through your chest, every emotion racing in your bloodstream, as your fingertips traced the drawing of you.

This time, it was an image of you on your back, lying on a bed. Only part of your side profile was visible, with your hair spilling across the bed, covering most of your back. At first, you didn't want to assume it was you he'd drawn-being self-centered wasn't your style. But it was impossible to deny it when he'd sketched every freckle, even the small half-moon tattoo on your shoulder blade, matching the real one inked on your skin.

You smiled at the memory but snapped back to the present as your boyfriend instinctively switched you to the other side of the sidewalk when you two turned toward Target. You held tight to his index finger as he squeezed between people, leading you behind him with a soft "excuse me" to anyone in the way.

Automatically, you found yourself smiling as you picked up your pace to match his longer strides. He pulled you in closer, his arm snaking around your waist, his hand resting over your belly—a little lower than usual, sending butterflies flitting wildly in your stomach. You suppressed a shiver as he gently guided you to the side, allowing an older couple to pass by.

"Us when we're eighty, baby," Jungkook leaned down and whispered into your ear, making you playfully roll your eyes at him. His smile only widened at your reaction.

"Won't be us if you keep watching Young Sheldon without me," you pouted, giving him a playful glare, which only made him smile more.

"Why are you smiling?" you asked, maybe even whining a little as you walked into the store and heard the employee greet you both.

"Because you're so beautiful, and my brain goes in circles when I stare at you," he shrugged casually, giving your waist a small squeeze before untangling his arm to grab a cart.

You tried so hard not to melt, holding onto his bicep as he leaned forward on the cart, making him closer to your height.

"Don't know it you're down, but l've been wanting to learn how to crochet," you said as you glanced around the aisles. Your boyfriend immediately started nodding excitedly.

"Baby, oh my god. I'm so down. We need to make those big-ass blankets," he rambled, looking at your face for a reaction, like a puppy with its ears perked up and tail wagging.

"I think that's knitting, baby," you corrected him, smiling as his eyebrows raised before he let out a small laugh.

"Wait, are those two not the same thing?" His dimple deepened as he bit his lower lip, stopping in front of the craft aisle.

"I actually have no clue," you admitted with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow. "But I know you can crochet a blanket because you once told me about those pattern blocks you saw on your explore page.”

Jungkook's gaze softened as he made eye contact with you, his pupils dilated with so much adoration that it made your heart swell.

"And I remember because I searched them on TikTok to see what you were talking about. I saw people connecting them into blankets. Also, I remember you pretending to sleep so you didn't have to scratch my back anymore-before my one minute was up. You swear you're slick, but I know when you're really asleep," he said with a grin, teasingly biting your cheek as you tried not to smile.

"How do you know I'm not sleeping?" you teased, and he chuckled, ghosting his lips over yours.

"Because every time you fall asleep, you make this little sound, and then slowly, you start snoring," he laughed, watching your cheeks turn a shade of red before burying his laughing face in the crook of your neck.

To be loved is to be seen.

That phrase had never felt more accurate. No one else had ever seen you the way Jungkook did. He knew you so well, down to the tiniest details that sometimes even surprised you.

Your eyes practically turned into hearts as Jungkook kissed your neck innocently before turning his attention to the yarns.

This was the kind of love you had always dreamed of

-better than the movies or books. Nothing could top the overwhelming feelings of gratitude, love, and appreciation that coursed through your body whenever you looked at him. Your brain practically played the instrumental of "Video Games" by Lana Del Rey whenever you spent time with him.

It was as if even a natural disaster couldn't faze you

-so long as you could experience it with him.

The connection between you two was beyond what you ever imagined existed in real life. It felt like something out of a fairy tale. From the moment you locked eyes with him across the room, you both knew there was no turning back.

After checking out and getting to Jungkook's car, he opened the door for you, reaching over to buckle your seatbelt before putting the bags in the back.

Once he climbed into the driver's seat, his hand instinctively found its place on your thigh after starting the car. His thumb rubbed your bare skin, sending sparks flying through your body. It was such a natural gesture for him, but the butterflies never ceased. You bit your lip, trying not to whine when his hand moved closer to your inner thigh.

As he softly sang along to "Creep" by Radiohead, it was just another thing you'd become morally obsessed with-his voice. You had always known he could sing, but everything changed the night you were first intimate.

It was as if your entire perspective on love and sex shifted. Simply calling it "sex" seemed absurd now, because it was so much more. Everything felt heightened, more intense, making your heart pound wildly in your chest.

"F-fuck, baby..." he whimpered into your ear, his hips moving slowly into yours, leaving your mouth hanging open.

His little groans and moans made you dizzy, like notes of a lullaby. The feeling of skin against skin was the most addicting sensation, made even more special by the way he always checked in on you.

"Shhh, I'm sorry. Am I being too rough, baby?" His voice was strained as his hips halted, his breath heavy as he moved your hair to kiss your neck.

He resumed slowly, making your legs shake and grip the sheets, and you couldn't help but moan, asking for more. His chuckle against your skin was the same one you’d hear when he rested his head on your stomach, expecting you to scratch his back or read to him.

"You're sweaty," you pouted at him, both of you basking in the afterglow.

"I know. Do you still want me?" He smiled, mimicking your expression before pulling the covers over both your naked bodies and pulling you in as close as possible.

"Yes, I'll forever want you," you replied, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, savoring the warmth he radiated.

As sleepiness began to overtake you, you felt his fingertips tracing letters and shapes on your hip.

Just before drifting off, he began singing again. It was like entering another universe where only you and he existed

"I want you to notice," he sang softly, "when I'm not around."

"So fucking special... I wish I was special." He pressed a kiss to your temple, the sound of his voice and your matching heartbeats lulling you both to sleep.

You snapped back to reality when the car stopped at a red light.

"Is it bad that I always hope to get red lights so I can kiss you?" he asked, flashing a grin that had you laughing.

Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his as his eyes fluttered shut, his finger lifting your chin gently.

"Not bad, but a little weird. You want to spend so much time with me," you teased, pulling back to your seat. "Some might even think you're pretty obsessed."

"I'm past obsessed at this point. There's got to be another word that tops it," he admitted, stealing another kiss just before the light turned green.

As you gazed at him, you couldn't help but wish there was another word, stronger than "love," to describe how you felt about him.

[yourlittlebunnyy]

tw: size kink, bit of dacryphilia, overall this is nastyyy

something about having you under him, squirming and helpless, makes azriel go feral.

it's the way you look so small compared to him, the way you are incapable of doing anything because he's just too strong and you can't fight back even if you want to.

the fact is, that no matter what size you are, he is big. all those hours passed in the illyrian camps training pay off. his hand alone could cover a good part of your back. and his cock... it's a struggle everytime, but oh man if he doesn't take pleasure in seeing you struggling.

the first time you two fucked, he had to strech you out with his fingers first. and when he saw how much you struggled with just one of his fingers, he knew it was going to be a tight fit. your walls barely capable of fitting one single finger, he couldn’t imagine how you could have taken his cock, but you did. you take it like a good girl every time.

"you can take it, baby. yeah..." he groans. "you can fucking take it. just like that..." the room is filled with the thick smell of sex, your little cries overpower the sound of skin against skin. you might almost feel embarrassed by the sounds coming out of your lips, but azriel's cock is fucking you so well it sends your brain to mush. zero thoughts behind your pretty eyes.

and azriel loves fucking you. loves watching as your face scrunches in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his cock stretching you out, breaking you in an half. he mutters praises under his breath, his eyes fixated on your tummy that bulges with every thrust, the line of his cock visible through your skin. "look at us, baby. fuck... look at us." he moans, forcing you to look at where your bodies meet. pretty tears stream down your eyes, overstimulation kicking in. you're so full you can feel him in your stomach.

he watches in wonder, completely intoxicated by you and amazed by how much of him you can take.

azriel is addicted to the power he has over you, too. the way he could throw you around like a toy, holding you in place just how he likes.

"c'mon baby, just a little more..." he whispers, supporting you with those strong arms. your back touches his chest, you can feel the wild rhythm of his heart against your back. your legs tremble, exhausted. "give me one more, just one more... i promise."

every time he says something, even tho your head is disconnected, your body can somehow still register his words, your walls clenching automatically around his girth, making him groan.

his hand presses against your tummy, feeling the bulge makes him twitch inside of you. the pressure causes his cock the hit even deeper, hitting spots that make you see stars. "keep clenching around my cock, sweet girl." you sniff, little incoherent prayers fall from your lips. you don't even know what you're begging for. "gods, gonna ruin you for everyone else. you're fucking mine."

main masterlist - azriel masterlist

[daylighted]

dean winchester x angel!reader — kissing lessons.

or, the defenses are down, the blockades shattered, and you dont know how to kiss. or, let dean help you.

cw, 18+, MDNI! dean talks you through it for real this time. backseat sex LOL. fluffy smut? lowkey subby dean hehehe. no protection yell @ them not me.

word count: 5.6k

notes, dean gets to be his full freak self here hehehe. everyone say ur welcome since i've been being HOUNDED SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIMEMEEEEMEEEE TO POST THIS. unfortunately for all of u this is the planned conclusion to their tale </3 don't crucify me. u legally can't since i'm giving u this.

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things were... a little awkward, after you saved dean's life with a kiss. like passion drove you over the edge, a desperate need to save him and to do it any way possible, that was the only time that you managed to kiss him right.

and he didn't — well, he kind of judged you for it. just little laughs, when you'd lean in to try and kiss him and end up flushing and sinking backwards. it was cute. sure, it did mean he wasn't getting any action anytime soon, and every bedtime kiss you promised him ended up becoming a bedtime smack for him laughing at your struggle, but hey, you guys just had a different dynamic.

he still thought you were the prettiest thing to ever grace earth. just because you didn't know how to kiss properly didn't mean he was going to suddenly stop being interested. it just opened doors to getting to teach you.

sam stayed back at the motel while dean volunteered to go on a drink run. it was one of those nights; a roundabout case that the both of them knew was going to keep them up looking for the slightest detail in the research that could alter their investigation for the better. sam needed a beer, dean wanted a beer, and you wanted whiskey.

literally. girl of his dreams, he'd thought. still thinks.

plus, you love car rides. dean had not let you back behind the wheel since the last time, and you didn't seem to want to try again either, more than content to sit and look pretty in the seat next to him.

the nearest liquor tour in whatever small town you guys were camping out in for the night was a good few miles away, and so he got to play all of his cards in one fell swoop. hand on your thigh, fingers trailing up the seams of your jeans, tracing with his nail on the inside of your palm.

you were squirming. he loved when you squirmed.

his fingers are just at the inside of your thigh, long enough to have gently walked their way over like they owned the place ( he did, you didn't know it yet ) and rest easily. that is the moment you speak up, those narrowed eyes locked on his in a glare.

"stop that."

dean's eyebrows flick up. he spares a single glance toward you, the picture of innocence written into the marrow of his sinful bones. "stop what?"

"you're touching me."

he hums to himself for a moment, eyes turned toward the stoplight he'd rolled up to. "could be touching you more."

"no."

dean huffs out a laugh. "are you scared of my hands, dove?" even as he says it, his hand moves again, to the safety of your thigh. "you know they'd never hurt you."

your eyes roll furiously. you grab his wrist and practically throw his hand onto the gearstick. "your hands are not sentient beings and cannot make that choice for you."

dean's gotten really receptive to you, over these past few weeks. what your expressions meant in the rare times that you didn't voice your confusion, what your body language said, and so now he's confident that he knows what you're feeling right now. your hands are clenched tightly in your lap, purposely not touching him, fisted so tightly that they shake a little. your eyes are facing forward without budging, even though he knows that his gaze is burning into the side of your face.

the stoplight illuminates your face in a green glow. "it's a green light," you say without turning to look at him, and that pretty much confirms it for dean. you're afraid. afraid, embarrassed, and not wanting to tell him any of it. "so go."

dean's jaw clenches as he restrains a frown behind the cage of his teeth. the absolute last thing he wanted was for you to feel like you had to hide away from him, keeping every one of those thoughts locked away in your inexperienced, curious head.

the car rolls into drive again, passing the parking lot for the liquor store. he sees it out of the corner of his eye; the way your head cocks to the side, your lip between your teeth while you try to figure out what he was doing. you could ask. he wanted you to ask. whatever was eating at you was keeping all of his pretty girl's first thoughts from him.

he pulls off on the side of the road and cuts the engine, leaving the both of you in darkness except for the moonlight pouring in through the windshield.

dean nods toward the backseat. "hop on back there, sweet girl," he says with a sigh, unbuckling his seatbelt and sliding out of the driver's seat. you don't move. he props himself in the doorway with an unmoved expression. "c'mon. it's late. don't wanna have to tell you twice."

the way your face twists up in annoyance is exactly what he wanted to see. good. anything but that weariness that had marred your features. he slips into the backseat, shuts the door behind him, before your door opens.

seconds later, you're dropping into the seat next to dean. he turns on the leather to face you better, his hand coming up to brush the hair out of your face. "you know you can talk to me, right? i act like an ass all the time, i know, but you don't have to lock yourself away."

your face goes pink at his words. that angry twitch of your nose makes an appearance, and it's all dean can do not to break into a wider grin. knowing that something so delicate could also be so wicked was an enticing thought all in itself.

"it's embarrassing."

"so what?" his lips twist as his shoulders raise in a shrug. "who's gonna judge you? me? be serious, dove."

your nose twitches again, mouth in a tight scowl. "you would definitely judge me."

"that's how i know you're feelin' all insecure up there," dean says, tapping your temple with his finger, "because you know that's not true. i know that's not true."

you growl, actually growl, and dean wants nothing more than to grab you by the hand and tug your mouth onto his. even if you don't kiss him back, he wants to kiss you. your furious frustration was a common occurrence around him, but that didn't mean it got any less attractive.

"when you touch me," you grit out through your clenched teeth, your hands fisted in your lap like you might hit him. hell, he'd have taken the punch right then, if it kept you talking. "i feel things."

dean blinks twice in quick succession. "and?" you do hit him square in the shoulder. your hands carry much more of a punch than he could have predicted. he lets out a little oof, his lips pursing with his lack of amusement. "it's a serious question!"

"i can't say." you look adamant, your frustration so pretty on your features, and dean's a bit dazed. "it's embarrassing," you repeat, and dean gets it. or, he thinks he does.

one corner of his mouth quirks again, his cheek dimpling. the hand on your face falls to your thighs again, fingers lightly dancing on the inner seam of your jeans. "here?"

your hand raises to punch him again, and he knows he's right; catches it just in time before you can bruise that spot on his shoulder. "well, i can't leave you feelin' all hot and bothered, can i?"

"i am not hot," you scoff out almost in disgust at the suggestion, and dean does laugh, then. you were so hot it was ridiculous, but alright. "but i am very bothered."

"lucky for you," dean murmurs, his hand releasing your wrist and moving to your jaw, turning your head to look at him again, "i am very good at handlin' bothered girls." he leans in, brushes his lips against yours. "angels, i should say."

dean can feel you retreating already at the slight touch of his lips, but now he knows that it's not because you don't want to kiss him, or don't want what he's offering. you're afraid of it like the feelings will bite you, nervous to feel the full extent of it. his fingers hold your jaw more firmly.

"now, i'm not gonna ask," he says, driven further by the soft sound of your breath catching, "since you're feeling a little trigger happy right now... but i think it's time my little dove has herself some kissing lessons."

to his surprise, you don't hit him again. you just stare into his eyes with such earnest honesty that it's his turn to lose his breath. you trusted him so much. he wanted to show you just how much it meant to him; let you watch as he cradled your heart in his hands.

the distance closes in a second between your mouths, the brush of his slow and languid against yours, judging your reactions. your kiss is hesitant, and then suddenly you're pressing further into him, the force of it almost bruising when you don't move your lips. he pulls back enough to look into your eyes.

dean's finger comes up to pinch your lips closed, smiling softly as he does. "don't have to try n' bite my face off, honey, i promise," he chides without any malice in his words, taking advantage of the gentle grasp he had on your lips to lean in again. he kisses you slowly again, deliberate in the way his mouth moves, so you could figure it out.

your fingers uncurl in your lap and move to his shirt, twisting the soft cotton lightly. that's when he releases your lips, his hand shifting to cup your cheek in his palm. dean's thumb traces reassuringly on your cheekbone.

when your mouth opens this time, it's less like you're trying to sink your teeth into him and more like an invitation. dean knew you were a quick learner; had from the moment he'd let you behind baby's wheel. seeing it action like this, with your hands in his shirt and your tongue swiping across his, was on another level.

his free hand reaches for your hands one at a time, his touch on your wrist light as he lifts your fingers to his hair. he has to force his mouth away from yours, has to pull away from the taste of your tongue. "i know how much you wanna yank my hair out," dean teases, letting go of your hand to let you take over, "so go ahead n' pull, baby."

you look between his eyes again with that same open look, and he's sure he's melting right there into the leather backseat. "really?"

dean laughs. "yeah, really." he leans in to nuzzle his nose against yours. "matter of fact, touch anywhere you want, baby. this is all for you. so y'can get outta that head of yours."

something flashes in your eyes at that. he doesn't know what it was - the offer or the idea - that caught your attention, but he's intrigued, too. one of your hand drops from his hair to his shirt again, this time at the waist of it.

he's a little dazed, admittedly, as you untuck it from being bunched up in the waist of his jeans. it's intense to have your eyes on him while you pull his shirt up until it catches on his extended arms.

"took the first chance y'could to get me naked, huh?" dean asks, even as his voice comes out more strained than it'd been before, his jeans suddenly feeling just as tight.

you use your elbow to nudge his arms up, and he raises his hands in defense at your sudden act of authority before he lifts them. then, you've got his shirt off, tossing it behind your back. "shut up."

"there's my girl," he murmurs, hooking his finger in your belt loop and tugging you closer. maybe he was moving too fast. maybe he knew you'd adapt quickly.

and you do. he never doubted you for a second. your hand rests on his cheek, guiding him back into a kiss, more confidently than any of your kisses had been so far. your fingers tangle in his hair, and dean has to physically bite back on the groan in his throat.

he takes advantage of his hold on your jeans to start unfastening them. you're so good for him, a perfect match, because you don't even know what you're doing but your hips are lifting so he can start pulling them down.

dean breaks the kiss with a pop of your mouths, and the growl you let out goes straight to the hardening cock trapped in his jeans. he doesn't want to move so fast, but you've always been a little cruel like this, tempting him in ways that he should have been stronger to resist. there was no resistance now.

he hooks his arm under your legs to turn you in the seat, draping them across his lap. he unties your boots for you, pulling them off and setting them on the floor of the backseat. then, he's grabbing the bunched denim on your thighs and tugging until they're off. dean has more care with your clothes than you did with his. he'd always treat everything about you as gently as glass, setting them on the middle console between the front seats.

you look at him for a second, like you're trying to gauge the situation you've both found yourselves in. pulled over on the side of the road like teenagers that couldn't wait, stripping each other naked in the backseat. it'd be laughable if you didn't look so vulnerable. for the second time that night, dean realized how big the trust you had in him was, and he didn't want to do a thing to mess it up.

"lemme get this off of you, yeah?" he asks, his hands moving to the bottom of your shirt. he meets your gaze for confirmation; gets a single nod. "it means a lot, y'know," he continues on, trying to keep you out of the black hole that was your worries, as he pulls your shirt up and over your head, "that you're trusting me with this. all of it."

"don't start," you whine, your hands moving to your eyes, covering your face. dean grabs your wrists and pulls them apart, moving your arms out of the way so he could properly see you. "hey!"

dean's lips pull into a small smile. "hi."

"this is a lot," you say, and his smile softens considerably, "i don't know what to do now."

dean lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "whatever you wanna do. this is all you, baby, i'm just here to provide." he rests his large palm on your kneecap, the pad of his thumb rubbing soothingly against your skin. "we can stop. you can kiss me again, or punch me again, if that's what you want. we can get dressed again, get what we actually came for..."

"no." you blink a few times before you shake your head. "i don't want to stop, i..."

dean's not a patient man. he's used to time limits and counting his days. but in this backseat with you, he's certain time has stopped just for the both of you. he feels the world at his disposal, like every bit of time existed like pieces of sand in his palms.

when you realize he is, for once, not going to interrupt you, and not try and put thoughts in place of your feelings, you huff. "i do not know what to do from here."

dean grabs for one of your discarded hands, holding your fingers in his lap. "do you want us to be on equal ground?" he asks, nodding down at himself. you were in nothing but undergarments; he still had his jeans on. "and then we can figure it out from there?"

your smile is beautiful in its hesitance. "okay."

"okay like you want my pants off, or okay like you'd just feel better if we were both freezin' our asses off back here?" dean teases, even as he shifts a little in the cramped space to start taking off his jeans.

your huff is practically a wordless grumble in itself. "why do you want me to spell things out?"

"i want you comfortable, dove," he says, the waistband of his jeans paused at his thighs, "there's no pressure here at all. if there's pressure, then it's not fun anymore."

you think on it for a second. dean watches your expression shift with your feelings and acceptance. "you may continue."

"oh, mama's bossy now, is she?"

you grab a handful of the leg of his jeans and yank. "shut up."

"yes, ma'am."

you wad up his discarded jeans and toss them at him in a ball of denim. "shut up."

"you're so pretty when you're mad, honey," dean mumbles, using his grip on your hand to tug you forward. you stumble a little in the small space, falling into his lap. "come n' make me shut up."

your eyes are narrowed on him as you shift to make yourself comfortable. your leg tosses over his thighs, settling into his lap. his breath hitches in his throat at the feel of your heat through both of the thin undergarments on you, and from the look in your eyes, the evidence of his own arousal has made itself prominent against you, too.

you look like you might say something. you don't. your hands grab him by his face and drag him in for another kiss. he actually chokes on a noise in his throat at the suddenness, and he thinks he might love you. knows he does, but has never felt the intensity of it quite like this before.

dean's mouth opens to let you in, craving the taste of you again. your tongue meets his instantly, lapping against each other's in a languid slow dance. he's content like this. he could stop here, and go back to the motel with or without the alcohol and use this memory here of your tongue in his mouth while you sat all pretty in his lap to get himself off, and be perfectly fine.

but if there was one thing that you were full of, it was surprises. his little whiskey drinking, praise adoring, bossy angel. your fingers fall between the both of your bodies and rest on his hard on through his boxers, and dean looses a shuddering breath.

you pull away from his mouth with his saliva on your lips. dean's head falls back onto the headrest of the backseat with a groan. "you told me i could touch," you say, your innocent voice so out of place with your devilish hands.

"i did," dean says, tracing his thumb over your cheekbone. "didn't expect you to go for the gold immediately, though."

your answering smile is the prettiest thing he's ever seen. the moon sits high in the sky outside of the window, glowing and whitecast down onto you.

a halo of your own making.

dean thinks he's going to die.

you raise your hips off of him for the time being, your light touch teasing and electric at once. dean grasps that hand and lifts it to his mouth, kissing each of your fingertips. "here," he says quietly, his other hand going to your waist. he traces over your ribcage lightly before he closes his fingers over your side.

he pulls you closer, lets you grind against the swell in his boxers. he groans, your breath hitches with a little whine, and he's sure, then, that he'll die like this.

"you like that?" dean asks you, dipping his head to get a better look at your eyes. you look dazed, a little drunk, and dean wants to see those pretty eyes glimmer and glisten.

he lifts you up again by your thigh, just enough to slide his boxers off of him as gently as he can. the space is cramped, and it's finally starting to feel like it.

dean's done this plenty of times, but there's something about your gaze that makes him feel more vulnerable than he ever has before. he's naked underneath you; you, who has never done anything like this before, and he feels more exposed than you seem to.

it's like a game, now. when he does something, you do it, like you don't want to fall behind in this back and forth. your hips stay up, and it's more awkward for you to tug your panties off, but you manage it with a few lifts of your legs, and a kick that sends them, somehow, into the driver's seat.

you laugh. it's breathtaking.

dean helps you settle back on his thighs, and it's all he can do to not fall apart there. you're warm, you're wet enough that he feels it on his legs, and all he wants to do is make you feel even better than you do now.

"green light?" dean asks, lifting his eyes to look at you again, and not at all of the skin bared to him. he doesn't want to overwhelm you with how intense he must be staring at you, but you're mesmerizing. perfection in the form of a wingless angel sat on his lap.

you blink a couple of times before the realization settles in. "go?"

"i'm askin' you, dove," he says in answer, hand going to the back of your neck to pull you closer, to press a kiss to your forehead. "red light or green light?"

your face is so close to his, but dean can see the melted expression in your eyes. instead of answering, you press a kiss to his mouth again. he's glad you like it, now that you know how to do it. he could handle kissing you over and over, but your lips kissing him back is something he was already getting addicted to.

on his mouth, you whisper, "green light."

dean blinks, now. his teeth drag your bottom lip back lightly until it pops back into place. "yeah?"

at your nod, he sits up a little better, his arms snaking around your waist. once he's got a good grip on you, he moves the both of you so that he's sprawled beneath you in the backseat, fully extended. he doesn't fit, his legs bent a little as his back presses into the door, but it's fine. everything is fine when he has you. plus, his bent knees only draws you closer to him.

"i promise this is the last time i'm gonna do this to you," he says with a teasing lilt to his voice, lifting you off of his thighs again. "just say red light if it's too much, okay?"

"okay."

it's more gentle than he's ever been, the way he spreads your legs open a little more, the way he lines the aching length of his cock up with your waiting entrance. just the brush of the tip against the wetness of your folds could make him crumble.

dean pushes up enough to just barely rest inside of you, giving you the moment to adjust. your gasp is small, breathless. he stops instantly, his hand on your thigh loosening its grip. your face twists into a frown. "i didn't say red light," you grumble through the pout, and he's always been a sucker for that little pout, as much as he is for when you sink your teeth into the puffy lip.

his laugh is warm, free hand raising in surrender again. "sorry, baby, jus' lookin' out for you."

you start to sink down further on him yourself with nothing but his hand in guidance. your eyes are wide, your lips parted in a soundless 'o', but you don't tell him to stop, and he trusts you enough to know that you would, if you needed it. he couldn't helicopter monitor you just because he was afraid of breaking the pretty thing he'd grown so attached to.

it's a tight fit, being inside of you. he can feel every bit of your walls expanding to fit him, and he tries not to groan, tries to not get too ahead of himself, but goddamn. months of fantasizing about this, of denying himself those same fantasies out of fear of ruining the trust you were building between each other, comes nowhere near the reality of how it feels to have you in his arms.

your head drops to press against his, and dean's unable to resist the way he leans up to peck a kiss to your mouth. a quick one, light and easy, that you take as a sign to deepen. your teeth scrape his lip, your tongue explores the expanse of his mouth, and dean takes this distraction from the discomfort he knew you were feeling to push the rest of the way inside of you.

you whine on his lips, and he kisses away the little noises. "i know," dean mumbles on your mouth, "it's okay."

the red light is unspoken, but he's not about to push you, or overstep anyways. you trace shapes with your fingertips on his bare chest, worrying at your bottom lip with your teeth.

"green light," you say after a few moments, and a few more soft kisses from him in the crook of your shoulder.

dean nods, leaving a last lingering kiss on your collarbone before he shifts enough to properly start to move inside of you. the thrusts are shallow and gentle, letting you get a feel for it, letting you adjust to his size.

your forehead drops to rest on his shoulder, each little whimper twisting at his heart, even if the sounds of them were beginning to get louder and less strained.

"feelin' better?" he asks, all of the strain from your voice stolen and bottled up in his. the way that you squeeze around him has all of his rational thought fogging, and it takes a conscious effort to be gentle with you. this wasn't about dean; it was about you.

you nod once, your hair tickling at his chest. he's about to keep up the slow pace, to keep going as gently as possible, until you sit up a little straighter and start to meet each of his thrusts with a grind of your hips. dean's head knocks against the passenger window, his breath leaving his mouth in a shudder.

you must like it, too, because you let out a breathless laugh. you grab his hands and hold his fingers between yours, letting them fall to rest on his stomach. it's that game again; you doing something to keep up with what he's doing.

dean grins as he watches you, the tight expression on your face melding into something a little more wild and free. he's never seen you like this. he'd take a picture if he wasn't absolutely certain that you and him were gonna do this again.

again, he moves your hand to his mouth to kiss your knuckles this time, his groan reverberating through your fingers. you match him so easily, like you were made for whatever he gave to you. your increasing confidence makes him feel comfortable enough to speed up, his other arm braced on the back of the seats for stability as he rolls his hips deeper into you.

your head tips backwards with the first real moan he's ever heard out of you. your reckless abandon is utterly disarming. he sits up straighter, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist, holding you pressed against him as he buries himself inside of you.

your hands tremble as they lock onto his face, holding it to be nose to nose with him. you're panting on his mouth, and he can't stop staring at your lips, and he's so deep inside of you that he can feel the tip against your cervix, deep enough to make a rough groan slip out of his throat.

there was no need for kissing lessons. you would have figured it out on your own, dean's sure of it, with how you tilt his head back to suck his top lip between yours, tongue languid against his.

it's embarrassing how close he is to coming already. how couldn't he? he was enamored, transfixed, and getting this little taste of you was intoxicating. your fingers move from his cheeks to his jaw, clawing at his lip, tugging the bottom one down as you ride him.

he lets you. he'd let you do anything.

dean's thumb finds it's way between your legs, slipping between your slick folds to rub gentle circles into your clit. your thighs clench around his, grinding your hips down further onto his, against his hand.

his head tilts up to capture your mouth again, wanting to taste each moan that you let out, to swallow your pleasure and keep it to himself, where no one else can ever see it. each of those shuddering moans gets louder, more frantic, and he knows you're close.

"dean," you whisper into his mouth, and dean wants to hear his name said like this every time from you, now. breathless, desperate, and as needy as he felt.

he thumbs more deliberately at the swollen nub, pressing a final kiss to your mouth before he works little hot kisses down your jaw, your neck. "dean, i--"

"it's okay," his voice is as rough as gravel. "that's how it's supposed to feel." he knows your head like his own, knows from the frenzied breath into his shoulder that you're going to come, and that it must be a little much, trying to live through those feelings and try to figure them out. "it's supposed to, okay? jus' let go, i've got you."

dean would always have you. he loved you too much to let go.

that thought is what breaks his resolve. his thrusts become more sloppy, harder than he should probably be with you, but he loves you, and it's ruining him to not show it, or tell you. the car is thick with hot air, the windows are foggy, his skin is sticking to the leather seats, but he loves you.

you come apart on top of him with the moonlight still bathing you in a halo's glow. your hips still, your fingers claw at his face, scratching red marks into his stubble, and you cry out a moan against his lips.

he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. his hips stutter to a stop inside of you, a gasping groan punctuating his pants into the column of your throat, his cock twitching inside of you as his cum fills you. he'd worry about that later. or maybe he wouldn't. he didn't care about anything in the world besides how much he loves you.

dean doesn't realize he's whispering it out loud until he registers that pretty laugh of yours.

your hair is stuck to your forehead, your skin glassy with sweat in the pale moonlight, and the halo of the moon still hangs above your head. you're the most divine thing he's ever seen, the closest to divinity he's ever let himself be.

"you love me?" you ask, your eyes so sweet and so warm as they watch him.

dean leans up to kiss each corner of your mouth. "where'd you get that impression?"

he can never tell when you'll be matter-of-fact or when you'll play around. he forgets sometimes all of the things he's taught you, every bad idea you've got wedged in your mind because of his influence. dean winchester never wanted to corrupt you or your innocence, but he knew he'd always end up pulling you into the dark with him. you were stuck together, after all, now that he'd embedded himself to you for saving his life.

"i had a hunch." your head tilts up pridefully, chin jutted out. the act is cute while it lasts but falls apart instantly when you start to laugh again. dean's never heard you laugh so much since you'd met. how'd he get so lucky?

the car ride back to the motel is peaceful, the frigid air conditioning blasting to try and clear the fog from the windows and cool the sweat on your skin. the entire time, dean's hand is on your thigh, and the entire time, you don't move it. the moon follows his angel out the window the entire drive, like it knows, too, that you were as divine as beings could be.

sam calls two miles from the motel. "everything okay?" he asks, genuine concern in his voice. "it's been at least an hour. i didn't think you could get lost on a beer trip in this town."

beer. liquor store. alcohol run. it all comes back to dean now that his head is a little more clear.

"oh," is all dean can say for a few seconds, gaze flickering over to you in the passenger seat. you pick at the threads on his jacket he'd given to you, head downturned to unsuccessfully hide your laugh, "got sidetracked. we'll be back in twenty or so."

it was sam's turn to be silent. his following laugh is more like a scoff than anything else. "jesus christ, dean."

"blame dove," dean cackles into the speaker, eyes fond as he glances over at you again. he makes a (definitely illegal) u-turn at the same stoplight that acted as the tipping point for the night's event back in the direction of the liquor store. "she's the one who needed taught how to kiss."

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