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ULTRAMINE ~ CHAPTER 7

kenji sato x reader

summary: professor sato is in critical condition after the kdf ambush and emi had gone into her pupal stage of growth. kenji finds himself with you.

pairings: kenji sato x fem!student!reader

warning: none, lots of fluff, cuddling, scar-kissing, tending to wound, hurt/comfort

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"ow! that hurts!" you gritted your teeth together, glaring at kenji in front of you while you sat on the edge of the bed.

kenji was on his knees in front of you, tending to the seething injury on your chest, which you had taken when a missile collided with your chest.

"then stop squirming, love," kenji scolded gently, his eyes burning into you with growing impatience.

you had just showered and you were trying to clean the wound on your chest. you only had a towel wrapped around your body, giving a perfect view of your cleavage as your chest rose and fell with each unsteady breath.

kenji was in his bathrobe, having just returned from the bath himself. he heard you groaning in pain while you tried to tend to your injury and stepped in.

"just so you know, I was managing just fine," you retorted, trying to sound nonchalant. but your voice was slightly breathless.

you looked up at him, your faces just inches apart, and felt your cheeks grow hot.

the banter between you both was laced with a hint of desire, neither of you acknowledged it openly.

"you call this 'managing fine'?" he said incredulously, gently examining the injury. his touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you had to fight the urge to gasp.

"I would've patched it up eventually," you muttered, a flush spreading across your face. you bit your lip, trying to concentrate on the conversation rather than the heat that was building between you both.

"it's not too much to ask for help, y'know?" he said, his voice low and smooth. he finished wrapping the bandage on your chest, his hands lingering on your skin for a few seconds longer than necessary.

but you were glaring at the wall past him, gulping the painkiller down with a glass of water from the table nearby.

"sweetheart," kenji called, but you didn't concede him.

with a sigh, he caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, shifting you to meet his eyes, "i'm sorry, for that day when i lashed out on you. i should've let you speak,"

you stilled, blinking in surprise at his sudden apology.

he stumbled over his words, "i-i didn't know. i freaked out when i saw the notification from the kdf. but then dad told me everything. i was so quick to judge that i didn't let you explain yourself," his voice shook, "i put you through so much pain," he winced in remorse, mentally chiding himself.

"kenji," you shrunk into yourself, not knowing what else to say, "it's fine-"

"no, it's not fine!" kenji groaned, furious at himself. he ran a hand through his hair, grasping your hand and bringing it to his lips, "i shouldn't have snapped at you. i wasn't thinking straight," he looked up at you with eyes full of woe and grief, "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry,"

you moved your hand to the side of his face, caressing with your thumb, "kenji, calm down. s'okay," you exhaled, "i should've told you before, somehow-"

"i didn't mean those things i said about you. i just wanted to make you feel the pain i felt and i-" his voice wavered, "god, I'm so fucking stupid," he leaned into your touch, eyes closing.

"that you are," you commented, "but it's not something you can help, is it?" you mocked him lightly.

kenji peaked an eye at you, corners of his lips tipping up at your light tone, "that smart mouth of yours," he kissed your palm, holding eye contact, "gonna get you in big trouble. and i think you'd enjoy it," he leaned in closer.

you breath hitched as his face got closer and closer. his proximity and the heat of his body sent a shiver down your spine, but you tried to play it cool, "who says i'd enjoy it?" you retorted, your voice slightly breathless, "you don't know me entirely, kenji. we just slept together a couple of times," you dropped your hand to your lap.

kenji's eyebrows shot to his hairline, "just slept together?!" he repeated your words in mild offense, "baby," his palm gently cupped your cheek, "you tell me that but your eyes tell me everything I need to know," he leaned in even closer, his breath brushing against your skin. "tell me you don't shiver when I touch you, and I'll back off,"

you felt his fingers trail down the column of your throat, twirling a wet strand of hair.

"tell me you didn't moan when I touched you in the way only I can,"

he pressed a tender kiss to the injury on your chest, hand tracing the curves of your body.

"tell me you didn't lose your breath when I held you tightly against me. tell me you didn't long for more when I caressed your skin,"

you inhaled sharply when he wedged himself between your thick thighs, his free hand snaking around your hip.

"tell me you don't feel your heart race when my fingers graze your skin,"

the towel was precariously draped over your body. one edge came undone when he moved his hand around you, giving him the chance to rip it off your body. but he tucked it back in place. his hand trailed up your jaw, thumb outlining your parted lips.

"tell me," he jerked you towards him, your bodies pressed together that you could feel the heat seeping from his bare muscular chest. his droopy eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, "tell me you don't want me to kiss you right now. and i'll back off,"

"i can't," you breathed, gasping when he kissed your cheek.

you felt your resolve weakening with every word he spoke, every touch from him against your skin. you knew he was right, yet uncertainty still lingered in your mind.

"i know, sweetheart," he pulled back, his emotions a whirlwind, "do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" kenji sighed in awe.

you paused, your heart skipping a beat as you sensed his honesty. he was looking at you like you had hung the moon amd the stars.

"i know that's hard to accept for you, and keep saying it till you do. every day, every minute, every second, every chance i get," he nipped at your jaw, "you drive me crazy, i find myself wanted your company. for the good and bad days," he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "i fell for you a long time ago, but," he gulped nervously, "took me a while to man up to it,"

you hand raised and rested on the side of his face, "but what if this changes everything?" you asked, your voice tinged with both fear and longing.

his expression softened, and he pressed your palm closer to his face, relsishing the warmth of it, "change is inevitable, but not always bad," he said, his voice soothing. "maybe this change is what we need, what we've been avoiding for so long," his lips were hovering just above yours, teasing and promising, "let go, love," he whispered, "let go, and we can find out together,"

the heat of his breath on your skin, the intensity in his eyes, the way he held you so close... it was all too much for you to resist.

you closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath, your final defenses crumbling, "okay," you whispered, your voice barely audible, "let's find out together,"

"then kiss me,"

you snapped your eyes open, "wha-huh?"

"kiss me," he tipped his face up for you to access, "kiss me like you own me,"

at his words, you closed the distance between you both, your lips claiming his in a fierce, passionate kiss. your mouths tangled together, igniting a fire within you both that you had been smoldering for far too long.

you held his face with one hand, other gripping and tugging the hair at the back of his neck.

the two of you kissed as if nothing else mattered, your hands exploring each other's bodies with desperate need. each touch, each gasp, each whispered name fueled the fire burning between them.

you pulled back, panting for breath, mind buzzing from the intensity of the kiss.

kenji kissed his way across the side fo your cheeks, the edge of your jaw, down your neck and a final smooch on your bandaged injury, peppering kisses all over the area.

"changes aren't bad. you were right for once," you admitted, sighing at the feels of his lips caressing your skin.

"i have my moments," he kissed your cheek with affection, palms at your waist.

by now, you had wrapped your legs around his body, locking him in place while you traced his features with the pad of your finger.

when you reached the tip of his nose, his playfully chased and bit your finger, grinning wide at your hiss of pain.

he kissed the spot again, his thumbs circling on your lower back, "god, i could never get enough of you, yknow that?" he nosed up your throat, mouthing at your skin, "you make me a mad man,"

"i take some pride in that," you felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, your body responding to his touch like a moth to a flame.

"'course, you do," he snuggled into your neck, holding you close, "m'gonna take you on a fancy date once we handle this mess, okay?"

you nodded, hugging him closer to you, muttering a small, "can't wait,"

kenji tossed and turned in his bed, unable to shake the image of his father's unconscious body in the debris from his mind. the dark night sky resembled his troubled heart, the weight of his fears and worries keeping him awake.

after a while, he decided he couldn't bear it anymore and got up from his bed. he walked down the hallway towards your room and knocked softly on the door.

when you answered, he looked at you with weary eyes, "can I sleep with you tonight? if you don't mind, that is," he asked quietly, "i can't seem to shut off my thoughts,"

you looked at him, sensing his anguish. nodding, you stepped aside and let him into your room. he followed you in, sitting down on the edge of your bed, looking lost, "i just-can't stop thinking about my dad," he said, his voice hoarse, "what if he doesn't wake up? what if-what if I lose him?"

"hey," you sat on the edge of the bed, slipping your legs into the blanket, "he'll be okay, kenji. he's been through worse. he's a fighter," you placed a hand over his fiddling ones.

"right, right," kenji looked at you, a mix of hope and fear in his eyes, "but what if he doesn't make it? i can't-i can't lose him,"

"you won't," you gripped his fingers loosely, "I'll make sure of that, okay? now, i think you should get some sleep," you scooted over in the bed, making some space for him.

kenji watched you fluff the pillow for him, flipping up the cold side, and did the same for yourself.

"um-y/n?"

you looked up at him in acknowledgment.

"can you, um, maybe hold me?" kenji winced at himself, hearing how miserable he sounded. he hated being so vulnerable.

"c'mere," you opened your arms and he crawled to you, snuggling into the softness of your chest, careful to avoid the place of injury.

"s'okay," you soothed, "everything will be alright," you combed your fingers through his hair, "I'm right here, kenji,"

he hummed against your skin, arms tightening around you. he slung your leg around his hip, wanting to be enveloped by your warmth.

you went still, flustered by his action, and exhaled slowly, trying to steady his breath.

"your heart's beating like crazy, love," he grinned against you, gazing up at you, "do i make your heart race?" he splayed a hand at the side of your thigh, gripping the thickness.

"shut up," you mumbled weakly, tucking his head under your chin.

kenji chuckled, his deep voice reverberating against your skin while his legs tangled with yours.

"why are your legs so cold?!"

"shut up, kenji,"

you felt yourself slip our of your slumber when you felt movement between your arms.

blinking slowly, you noticed kenji was shaking, face twisted in pain while he gasped for air.

you sat up lightly, brushing your hair from your face, "kenji," you shook him lightly, "wake up, kenji,"

but he still kept squirming in place, the bedsheets fisting in his grip.

you shook his shoulders with force, "kenji!"

kenji's eyes flew open, his breathing rapid and shallow. he sat up abruptly, looking around the room with wide, panicked eyes.

"hey, hey, it's alright," you said softly, caressing the tense ridges of muscles on his back, "you're okay. you were just having a nightmare,"

kenji looked at you, the fear still evident in his eyes, but slowly fading. his breathing gradually slowed down, and he seemed to recognize his surroundings.

you eased the tension on his broad shoulders, "just breathe," you soothed, "in and out. you're safe, it was just a nightmare,"

kenji nodded, trying to steady his breathing. he ran a hand through his hair, still a bit disoriented. "it felt so real," he murmured, his voice strained. he pressed his palms to his eyes, exhaling shakily.

"shh, kenji," you held his elbows, "it's okay. you're okay." you cooed softly.

letting out a whine, kenji turned towards you, pulling you towards him to lie under him. he buried his face in your hair, sighing shakily.

you held him close, combing your fingers through his raven locks and muttering comforting words against his temple.

as kenji slowly calmed down and his breathing became steadier, the exhaustion from his emotional outburst started to take over. he leaned into your embrace, his body feeling heavy and weary. you continued to reassure him, your hand slowly tracing gentle circles on his back.

time seemed to slow as the room grew quiet, only the sound of your mingling breaths. the warmth of your bodies pressed together was soothing, and before long, you both found yourselves being pulled into the embrace of sleep.

In the half-light of the room, your limbs remained tangled together, your heartbeats a steady, calming rhythm. as sleep claimed you both, the tension and worry that had gripped kenji seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and security in your arms.

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admire me (like I do for you) | choi seungcheol

SYNOPSIS. in which seungcheol shows you his tattoos.  PAIRING. choi seungcheol x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, just very intimate fluff, implied idol au (because his tattoos are dedicated to svt + carats) WARNINGS. some suggestive undertones, cheol takes off his shirt, touching, one curse word, cheol teasing reader, reader jokingly calling themselves a pervert cuz cheol is shirtless, terms of endearment (love), a kiss at the very end WORD COUNT. 1.9k

notes: um this was just a random thought I had. ik we have never gotten a full glimpse of his tattoos so this is just my imagination and from the research i’ve done heh.

You find your body buried deep in the comfort of your blanket, eyes closed shut as the faint moonlight squeezes its way through your closed window blinds. Nothing but peace and quietness floats in your bedroom, but the only thing that is keeping you awake is knowing your boyfriend was still awake right next to you.

Seungcheol thinks you are asleep, often sneaking glances in your direction to make sure before returning his attention to the video game on his phone, the brightness of the screen illuminating his bare face. But when he isn’t looking, you would sneakily peek an eye open, smiling softly under the blanket to his concentration𑁋the subtle furrow of his brow, the way his lips occasionally curve into a satisfied smile of victory, or his quiet whispers of narration to himself.

“No, no, no. Shit,” Seungcheol murmurs to himself, his fingers manuevering expertly on his screen. “Did he have to sneak up on me like that?”

He leaves the game in a pit of disappointment, before realising the awfully late time displayed on his phone. Slowly stretching his arms upwards, Seungcheol lets his gaze flicker towards you.

Somehow, you can feel his eyes on you, even with them closed. There’s a soft smile that plays at his lips as he turns himself around to place his phone on the bedside table, turning on his alarm and shutting off the sound of his notifications. And during this moment, you open one eye, and you manage to catch a glimpse of something that has been running through your imagination for the longest time.

Just barely, you notice the dark ink of his tattoo peeking out of his shirt at the base of his neck. It looks like a tree. You’ve seen many glimpses of it before, but not in its full glory, simply because of your nervousness to ask and how intimate and overwhelming crossing that boundary might feel to you and him. 

The bed dips down from Seungcheol’s shifting movements as he settles himself back in the bed, careful not to make any noise. But you get yourself to elicit a deliberate groan, making Seungcheol glance back down at your worriedly.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” he asks quietly.

You let out a soft chuckle, trying to appear groggy as you shift and open both of your eyes. “No... it’s okay. Could barely fall asleep without you.”

A tender smile eases its way onto his face that deepens his dimples. “Well, I’m here now. Shall we?” 

Seungcheol comfortably scoots himself closer to you, a contented sigh leaving his lips as you feel his hands grab onto your arms to encircle around him. He pulls you closer to him, and you feel the relaxing rise and fall of his chest and the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat sync with yours. 

As the quietness lingers around you both, you still find yourself to be wide awake. Though perfectly content in Seungcheol’s arms, your mind is still clouded with the thoughts of his tattoo. It’s not... that you want to see it right then and there𑁋it’s Seungcheol’s choice, of course𑁋but the curiosity and desire to explore that part of him continue to tug at your heart. 

With a sudden surge of courage, you take a deep breath and muster up the calling his name. “Cheol?” 

He stirs a bit in your hold, or is he holding you? It’s hard to tell. “Hmm?” 

You hesitate for a moment, your voice barely above a whisper. "Um... You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but would it be okay if I...” A momentary pause. “...if I could see your tattoo one day?" 

Your words make him pull back from you, but it’s hard to see his face from the pitch blackness of the bedroom. However, you can hear him reach over to turn the lampshade back on, and the room is immediately casted with a warm, dim glow. The two of you sit up in bed together, with Seungcheol criss-crossed right in front of you, and there’s a hint of vulnerabilty in his eyes from the way his lips seem to quiver. 

“Like I said, you don’t have to. It’s just, uh...” You think about the times you’ve caught glimpses of it. The first time was when you accidentally caught him changing to go to the gym, and you caught a fleeting glance of it when he had his back towards you in the doorway and you were quick to dismiss yourself to tend to your racing heart. Ever since then the visual thought had crept up into your mind, and each time he would turn around, you try to visualise what it look like entirely... not in a creepy way, of course. 

Seungcheol moves closer to you on the bed, his eyes seemingly searching through yours.

“I can show it to you,” Then he takes a pause. “but only if you’re really sure, because it’s... in a tough spot, sort of.”

You chuckle lightly. “I just... didn’t know how to ask or if you were, you know, comfortable.”

“Are you comfortable?” he asks. “because you already know I’m willing to do anything for you.”

As his words wash over you, you feel the heat sprouting in your face. You have always loved how he always made sure you were comfortable with anything you do together. He is cautious and careful with you, and understands your reasoning for wanting to take things at your own pace. And he has told you many times just how important you are to him, even more than himself.

But now maybe you can show him just how important he is to you.

“Yeah, I... I’m good,” You tell him, though you can still feel that pint of nervousness inside. But you want this𑁋you want to see this small, meaningful part of him. “Can I... see it?”

His gaze is warm, comforting, as he gives you a nod before positioning himself so that his back was facing towards you. Reaching down to the ends of his shirt, he slowly pulls it upward, gifting you with the sight of the bare skin of his back inch by inch. The dim light of the lamp dances on his skin, casting soft shadows that accentuate the contours of his back muscles along with his arms𑁋you can’t believe these are the same arms that he uses to hug and cuddle you. The sight makes something catch in your throat. 

And as you trail your eyes up his body, you finally see it𑁋the tree tattoo, along with two other small ones you never noticed until now on either side. The tree was larger than you thought, but it wasn’t any less beautiful in your eyes; in fact, you take in its simplistic design with nothing but admiration. 

You couldn't help but reach out, fingers trembling slightly, as if afraid to rub away the ink of the tattoo despite it being permanent. Your touch grazes the edge of the tattoo, tracing the lines that make up the bark of the tree. As your fingertips make contact with his skin, Seungcheol flinches, feeling a sudden shiver run down his spine. 

“Sorry,” You apologise quickly, taking your finger away from his skin. “I should’ve asked.” 

“It’s okay.” You can’t see his face but you know he is. “You can... you can touch it. You can touch me.”

For some reason you feel your heart skip just from that last sentence alone𑁋the way he says it with such vulnerability and intimacy, as if he’s giving you full permission to let your touch wander anywhere. His breath hitches again when your fingers meet his skin once more, this time with more confidence. Instinctively, he feels himself leaning in more to your touch, feeling the way your hands wander over the story etched into his skin. 

“What does J.O.Y mean?” You ask him, bringing your attention to one of his small tattoos. 

“Ah, it’s the name of one of our albums,” he answers willingly. “It’s supposed to symbolise the journey of youth, like a source of motivation to the younger generation.”

The thought makes you grin. Seungcheol has always been proud of his accomplishments for his group, so him putting meaning into his tattoos makes them even more special. 

“I love that,” Then you move onto his other small tattoo. “and you have the date you debuted here?”

His body vibrates from the chuckle that leaves him. “It’s a reminder of when it all began.”

You let out an acknowledging hum in response before continuing to graze your finger over his tattoos, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. Each stroke reveals a little more of his story, his passions, and his journey. He seems to be more relaxed now𑁋at least from what you see. Seungcheol, on the other hand, is trying so hard not to make it obvious the effect your touch has on him is. 

Finally, you make your way towards the tree at the base of his neck. The feeling makes him shiver once more.

“What does the tree represent?”

“It’s an olive tree, the birth flower of our debut date,” Seungcheol explains.��“but it also serves as a symbol of peace and growth.”

You take a moment to let the meaning sink in, quietly appreciating his words. The significance of the olive tree as a symbol of peace and growth intertwines just perfectly with the journey he's been on as an artist and as a person.

"It's beautiful," You murmur, voice filled with genuine admiration. "just like you."

A blush creeps onto Seungcheol's cheeks as he turns to look back at you for a moment, a bashful look to his face.

“You can’t say that,” he says, a deep exhale leaving him as his shoulders relax. “You know what it does to me.”

And because of that, you watch as he turns around to face you before you could respond, and your eyes immediately shoot down his bare chest, his abs, and then quickly dart back up to meet his gaze, feeling the embarrassment shoot up your face. Your voice catches in your throat, suddenly feeling the overwhelming nervousness take over. 

Seungcheol notices your sudden shift in gaze and chuckles softly.

"Caught you looking." he teases, a boyish smile tugging at his lips.

Your cheeks heat up even more, and you fumble for words, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. "I... uh... I-I wasn't... I mean..."

Seungcheol's laughter fills the room, and he reaches out to cup your face gently, letting his touch soothe your nerves. 

"I'm just teasing, love," he reassures you, letting his thumb stroke your cheek. "Don’t feel embarrassed.”

“I feel like a pervert,” You admit aloud, an awkward laugh leaving you. You already knew there was no reason for you to feel this way, but you can’t shake the feeling away because your boyfriend is shirtless in front of you and you have no idea how to react other than wanting to sink yourself deep into your bed in a pit of shame.

You feel his hand trail down to your chin, causing you to look back up at him. However, his face contains nothing but affection. How does he manage to look at you like this, nothing but adoration in his eyes but be this attractive right in front of you?

“I love it when you admire me,” He leans in awfully close, voice lowering. “just like I do for you.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze as he leans in closer. You swallow a lump in your throat, glancing between his eyes and his mouth. 

And then as his lips brush against yours, it’s like a soft caress on your skin. There’s a surge of warmth that spreads throughout your body as it deepens ever so slightly, and you could feel the smile tug your own face when you feel his own lips curl too.

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when we begin again

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: dub-con (reader was paying a debt, less so now), oral (f receiving), fingering, masturbation, thigh slaps (three small ones), small description of a hand injury, cumplay/cumshot/cum marking, praise kink, maybe Joel has a bit of a pain kink idk, possessive slutty Joel, derogatory names ("whore"), drug reference, unspecified age gap word count: 4.1k summary: He wasn't one to lick his wounds, but after a deal gone wrong Joel finds something he'd much rather put his mouth on.

A/N: and here we be, the first of the SWAT oneshots that serves as a sort of bridge between the main series and the few ideas I have brewing and ready to go. This is a whole re-write in less than 24 hours because the original fic I was almost finished with felt too me and not enough SWAT. no one needs sad girl monologuing about life and death and grief with their porn. you're welcome.

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"Hrrrmph!"

Joel's lips crash into yours the moment you step inside. One moment he's running an anxious hand through his graying hair, and the next he's making quick work of the space between you, striding across the floor to grab you and plant his lips firmly on yours.

It's not what you'd come here for, funnily enough. You wanted to talk and, glorious as it was to have your lips against his, you couldn't talk like this.

Wretching yourself away is stupid. After everything you know it's stupid, yet you do it anyway.

"Joel -"

Cupping your head in his hands his lips find yours again before you can get another word out, teeth knocking together as he licks into your mouth, and you briefly lose yourself, turning to putty in his arms, ready to sculpt into whatever he sees fit that day. Before the bonelessness takes hold completely, you pull back once more.

Searching his face you look for the sudden need, the sudden rush, the desire to kiss you and have your face in his hands that hadn't been there any other time until now. You see nothing, his dark eyes refusing to meet yours as his hands find themselves at the front of your pants, deftly unbuttoning them before you can even question him. Before he can unzip them, your hands find his, holding him gently in place.

Joel freezes, hands stilling on your zipper, and he pulls a small, sharp breath of air in through his nose as if you hurt him, wounded him by daring to slow him down.

"You want me to stop?" he growls.

"No, I just -"

"Then quit your complainin'."

You do. Briefly. Until the zip snags as he pulls on it again and he curses in frustration.

"Let me do it." Until last time, which wasn't really like any other time, he'd always asked you to strip yourself, made you strip in front of him before he touched out. His clumsy hands on your clothes felt alien, and as it was he was being too slow, even in his desperation.

"You not want me to touch you or somethin'?" he snaps, frowning down at your pants now as he fiddles with the zipper, trying to get it to budge.

"I never said that."

"Then quit your fuckin' complainin'."

And this time you really do when you finally see the tremble in his hands and the blood on his knuckles, and it occurs to you that maybe you did hurt him, that grabbing his hand to stop his frantic movement caused him pain.

Joel hadn't been in a rush before you got here. He'd been the opposite, pacing the floor, willing himself to slow down, calm down. And it had been working - each turn he could feel himself relaxing, all the pent up energy from a deal gone to absolute shit steadily leaving his bones. But your delicate knock on the door had sent his blood boiling in a different way. He'd fought with himself to ignore it, to tell you through the door to fuck off for another day, but the idea of something warm and wet and compliant to soothe his aches and pains was too enticing to pass up. Making you in particular moan and writhe and give in to him was even more impossible to let go. In the end, the door had practically let you in all on its own.

So when his hands pull at your zipper again, yanking it in frustration, you will it down, beg with your mind for it to not snag again, and you sigh with relief when it doesn't.

In one fluid movement your pants are unceremoniously pulled to your knees, and Joel is crowding you back against his dining table, rough and aching hands on your hips to guide you. Your exposed ass collides with the solid wood, and he's pressing into you, the hardening lump in the front of his jeans poking into the softness of your belly. You can feel the frustration in him and how it twitches through his fingertips, swells in his cock, and each time you feel how the need wins out over frustration as he grinds into you, latching him onto you as his veins hunt for some kind of relief.

Another yank of your jeans and he's pulled them to your ankles, stepping on them as he pushes you to sit on the table. Your jeans stay behind, dragging your shoes from your feet with a dull thud, and Joel kicks them away. Winters in Boston are bitter, none moreso than this one, and your frozen ass barely registers the feeling of the wooden surface as you sit on it, still kitted out in your hat, coat and gloves. When you move to pull them off his hand pushes between your breasts, knocking you back onto the table. A second later there's a harsh scrape of a chair across the floor and, just as you manage to tug one glove off, he's yanking you down the table toward him.

You sit up and look down where he sits between your legs, enraptured by the softness of your skin beneath hands that glide up and down your thighs, gripping and squeezing the soft flesh more gently than the wounds on his knuckles suggest he's capable of. He's holding off, you realize then as you watch his hands, trying to slow himself from taking what he needs.

Tossing your hat to the side you lift your hips, shimmying your panties down just enough for Joel's fingers to work them down the rest of the way. Sitting back in his chair he looks between your legs, and you know that he can see what you've been feeling since you stepped onto his street. By this point, the response was Pavlovian. Each step closer to Joel's apartment you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, your cheeks feeling hotter and hotter. You wonder if one day he'd stop having this affect on you, or if he'd stop responding to it exactly how you knew he would, but with a knowing quirk in his brow, you know that day is not today.

"Fuck me, sweetheart. You sure no one else been down here today?"

Shaking your head, you manage one more look at him before he's pulling your legs up, hooking them over his shoulders and diving into your slick folds with a firm lick.

"N-no," you gasp, bucking slightly into his face with your legs spread over his broad shoulders. He should know that you haven't, that you wouldn't, but you think he just needs to hear the confirmation, needs to know that this thing in front of him right now is just his for the taking, and so you let him have it. "Haven't even touched myself today."

He moans into your cunt, cold nose pressing into the softness of your mound as his tongue laps and laves you. With a slurp, having cleaned up the arousal that had leaked out of you on your way here, he looks up at you, ticking his head to the side and nodding down to your bare pussy. "Well, shit, looks like all o' this is just for me, huh?"

There's no air left in your lungs for you to respond when his tongue circles your clit and makes you groan into the cold air. Whatever he needs, if this is how he was going to take it, you were damn well going to let him take everything you had.

And so, pinning you to the table he begins to devour your cunt, licking messily all over you, coating you in his saliva. He pulls you open with his arms hooked over your thighs, spreading your lips further for him. The chill hits you for just one second when you're fully spread to the cold air, but his mouth soon descends on you and all you can see are his eyes and the curve of his nose, his mouth hidden as he buries it into you.

You shuffle your jacket off, the room suddenly feeling much warmer than when you first entered it, and earn yourself a small slap to your thigh, making you squeak out a yelp of surprise, when Joel's mouth involuntarily pulls from your cunt.

"You gonna keep still? Or you gonna keep fuckin' wrigglin'?"

You shift again, biting your cheek as you test him. Channelling his energy into eating your cunt is working wonders for him and he seems calmer already, but that doesn't stop him lightly slapping your thigh again, shooting a warning look up at you.

"Got a way to keep you still if you can't fuckin' do it by yourself, sweetheart," he warns and, as if sensing you're about to test him again, he unhooks one arm from you and pushes a finger straight into your wet heat.

You moan, gasping again when he sucks your clit for good measure.

"Huh?" He's coaxing you, trying to get you to wiggle again and earn yourself another surprise. Not one to push your luck you simply moan, letting your back arch slightly when he begins to move his finger inside you. "What was that?"

"Fu-nothing. Just - fuck - so good."

You mind is liquid, seeping out of your ears and making a mess of your jacket when he licks you again, dancing the tip of two fingers around your entrance before sliding both into you. If it hurts him, he doesn't let on, but you can tell it does something to him by the groan he makes into your cunt as his fingers curl in you, making your walls clamp and twitch around his fingers.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Like gettin' this pussy ate, don't you?"

"Mm."

"Thought so. Needy fuckin' pussy. Not just your mouth that wants to be kissed is it, she needs it too?"

"Oh god, yes please, she needs it too."

And you can feel it, the moment he switches from eating your cunt to kissing it. You know the shapes, the trails he kisses, the way his tongue dances. You'd committed it to memory the past week, made yourself come at the thought of his mouth, the scratch of his beard, the feel of him beneath your fingertips, touching him as much as he was touching you. His mouth and the memory work together then, bringing you so impossibly close to coming you can feel as your moans leave you more high pitched, how you push into him, chasing and chasing that feeling that's right there -

"See," he says, stopping your orgasm in it's tracks when he pulls back, a knowing smile on his face. He pushes another finger into you too, watching as your legs twitch open wider to take him, the rim of your pussy spreading across his fingers with slicked up ease. "Don't even gotta stuff your mouth, just gotta keep this thing right here stuffed and suddenly you're actin' all nice and polite."

There's a brief hope in you that he'll go for a fourth finger, stretch you out across his sore knuckles and ready you for his hard cock, but the hope fizzles away, cast to the side and forgotten, the second his mouth joins his hand back between your thighs.

You're almost there again already, the crest of the orgasm he stole from you a moment ago barely behind you. His tongue laps rhythmically, never ceasing, and his breaths come in heavy, fanning across your folds as he feasts on you, fingers pumping so deep you're sloshing around them. You're hot, so impossibly hot in spite of the cold. You want to shed more layers, bare yourself for him, but you're so close and he's getting you there fast, goading you on with each satisfied groan into your cunt.

"That's it," he mumbles into your twitching pussy. "Fuck that's it sweetheart, come on my fingers."

You can feel it build, Joel's mouth engulfing you and lapping at everything you have to give. The beginnings of your orgasm start to shudder through you, your legs stuttering with every flick of his tongue. Your back arches from the table, toes curling in thick socks as your heels press into his back, pushing him into you. And then it hits you.

The coil in your belly snaps, letting loose an orgasm that swamps all your senses. Held down by Joel's muscular arm and pinned by the fingers hooked in you, you buck into his mouth. Quivering thighs have clamped around his ears, attempting to draw up and pull back as you squirm in his firm grip. You're screaming too, you think, a breathy high pitched shout of his name that you just can't hold back, that gets shakier and shakier the longer it goes on.

And it does go on. Joel doesn't stop, determined to wring from you as much as he can. His fingers are locked inside of you, forced to stillness by the pulsing in your pussy. Still, he can flex them, curling his pruning fingertips into you while he tongues your clit, groaning with each twitch of it beneath his tongue. You know that sound, how it's gotten deeper and more desperate as he's devoured you. It's a sound that tells you he's hard, that he needs relief and will be desperate for it the second he pulls away from you. That thought only makes you come harder, and by the time your cunt has stopped its erratic pulsing around Joel's fingers and you've fallen limp, deaf, and winded against his table, he's already standing, pushing the chair back and letting it crash to the floor.

Dragging his fingers from you he pushes between your legs, pulling his jeans open as best he can, wincing when he rasps his knuckles on the fabric a little too harshly. You reach for him, wanting to help, wanting to be a relief for him like he is for you.

"Let me -"

But he knocks your hand away, tugging down his jeans a moment later, his cock springing free and knocking into your thigh before he can capture it in his fist. It's hot against you, burning and dripping, likely feeling as achey as his knuckles do.

You expect him to plunge into you immediately, to take advantage of the position between your thighs and your pussy still fluttering with want at the sight of him, but he doesn't. Instead you watch for a moment as he strokes himself, the bloody scrapes on his knuckles contrasting harshly with the smooth, solid plains of his cock.

"Your hand, Joel, I can -"

"Fuck, my hand," he growls, resting his unmarred hand on your though to hold you still.

Your legs fall open further, his touch light on your thigh barely applying any pressure to open you up for him. Still, he doesn't take the clear route in, and you're rocking forward trying to notch his tip on your entrance just as the rough scrape of his knuckles drags across your sensitive inner thigh.

"Please put it in me," you finally beg, needing to feel the deep stretch of his cock as it pierces you.

"Nuh-uh, sweetheart, you get what you're given and you be grateful. You gonna take it?"

"Yes," you say quickly, following on with a small, "Please."

He groans at your eagerness to please. Making a man like Joel desire you so much he can't help but moan, just with small words and gasps of your own, makes you feel a power you've never had before and your eyes just about roll back in your head.

"Use your hands, show me that hole," he demands, giving you a little space to reach down and spread yourself for him. Your pussy is leaking, still, you can feel the slick spread on your fingers as you spread yourself for him. "That's it, hold yourself open. Fuck she's still twitchin'. Fuuuck. That's it."

His strokes become longer, more fluid, as he stares at your aching, empty cunt. You still want him inside, would do anything to get him there, but the desire in his eyes tells you he's getting exactly what he wants right now, and you almost want that more.

Tilting his head back as he strokes his cock with pussy drenched fingers, his bruised knuckles rub against your cunt with every stroke. Holding yourself open is easy, but keeping your legs from snapping shut each time his fist rubs your clit feels almost impossible. As if noticing, Joel pulls back, looking down where your cunt is spread open for it.

"That's it, keep it open. Good girl."

You know you're glistening for him, he'd eaten you so fiercely his saliva had been dripping from you, mixing with your own slick as you came on his tongue. He can see the evidence of it now, and the evidence of what his words do to you at the tell tale twitch of your cunt at his praise.

You can't take it any more and you beg in desperation again. "Please put it in, please."

It does nothing but earn you another soft slap to your thigh, which he rubs, grabbing the meat of you and squeezing in his large hand as his cock twitches and drips in his damaged one.

"No," he grunts, breath coming in more ragged now. "Want you to fuckin' wear me. Know who's pussy this is?"

"Yours."

"Fuck," he hisses. "Yeah it is. Pussy's mine, sweetheart. Mine."

Gripping your thigh tighter he moves in closer again, his hand bumping your sensitive nub as he jerks so closely you slick up his knuckles, soothing the soreness and jerking your clit in tandem.

"Oh fuck, that's it, sweetheart. Keep it just like that, show me that pussy. Show me," he's saying, over and over as he watches you.

A second later he's looking up, staring straight into your eyes and pinning you there on the table with them. You nod, words stuck in your throat when all you want to scream is for him to come, to cover you in it, to claim your pussy just like he needs, just like you want.

The sneer on his lips tells you he wants it too, and before you know it his tip is pressing firmly to your clit, jerking it with every frantic movement of his fist, his hips thrusting minutely into it like he can't control it, can't hold it back any more. And neither can you. The pressure and the movement on your clit is too much and you're coming again, so soon after the first it brings tears to your eyes.

"Ohhh, f-Joel, pleasecomeonme."

Looking down where he's pressed to you, he hisses a breath in through his teeth, holding it for just one second until it pushes out of him with a deep, shakey moan, cum exploding out of his tip and coating your folds, dripping through you until the last spurt coats your mound and he's left breathless.

You flop onto the table, grateful for the padding your coat offers your bones as you collapse into the wood. He's leaning over you, finally releasing his grip on your thigh and running a thumb across his mouth, cock still in his aching fist. Using the oversensitive tip, he smears the cum into your bare cunt and the insides of your thighs, catching your eyes just in time to watch them turn from glassy to rattling in your head, your mouth in a small O when he jerks your clit with his head, making you both gasp.

"You did say this pussy was mine," he says, letting a small wry smile tug at his cheeks. He pulls back then, letting go of his spent cock to run his fingers through your cum covered folds, scooping up a drop with his thumb.

Leaning leaning over you, he swipes his cum slicked thumb against your lips. You suck on it, tasting him, salty and bitter and sweet and Joel exploding on your tongue all at once. You want to thank him for it, but he pulls your mouth open with his thumb and pushes two fingers in, making you clean them with broad soothing strokes. You're careful not to catch him with your teeth, still aware of the wounds on his knuckles as you taste yourself off of his cum soaked fingers. If his hand looks like that, you wonder what the person on the receiving end looks like - the thought shouldn't make your cunt twitch, you know it shouldn't, that it's likely sick and twisted and wrong, but it does, and you moan around his fingers just has he pulls them from your mouth.

When your eyes flick to his lips, he smirks, knowing what you want without even asking. Cupping your face with his bruised, wet fingers, he makes you look at him, waits for the desperation in your eyes to ramp up to the point of frustration before he gives it to you.

Just a peck, that's all he gives, soft lips and the tickle of his facial hair so fleeting you could have blinked and missed it, before picking up the chair with a groan and settling back in it with a deep sigh, inspecting his wrinkled fingers. They'd spent so long buried in you the tips are starting to pucker, the ache that your warmth had soothed slowly crawling back down his knuckles.

Your mind is slowly pulling itself together, slowly crawling back into your ears and taking root in your skull again. Joel's eyes scan across you before finding something apparently considerably more interesting on the floor by his dining table.

"Where the fuck you shoppin' this late in the day?" he says with a frown, and you sit up, following his gaze to the floor.

Your pants are in a tangle, a sprawled mess on the floor with your shoes from where Joel had dragged them from your body and there, next to them in a messy pile, is a small stack of cards that you'd brought with you.

"Oh."

Right. You came here to talk to him, to renegotiate your arrangement, before Joel had needed more from you than a chat in that first moment through the door and pushed all thought of conversation from your mind. You clear your throat and square your shoulders, pushing away the last haze of orgasm and look back up at him. "I'm not. They're for you."

With a groan, he bends to pick them up, counting them as he stands and then raising them to you with a question on his lips.

"What're these for?"

"For the pills," you say, like it's obvious, like you hadn't been using your body as payment for months.

"I've already taken my payment," he says with a look to your cum coated cunt. "'n' if you wanna pay me for your daddies pills, you know it's more than this, right?"

"I can take 'em back if you don't want 'em. I just figured we can pay a bit now and, y'know... I wanna come here because I wanna come here, for me, not just for pills all the time." It sounded better when you rehearsed it in your head this morning, but coming out of your mouth now it sounds ridiculous.

He looks at you for a moment, taking you in, sat pantsless and dripping on his dining table.

"Y'know, there's a simpler solution to this than dumpin' cards on me without warnin', right?" If there is, you haven't thought of it. "Stop only comin' by when you need pills." Oh.

"If you want somethin' else, you know where I am. Now, if you don't wanna whore yourself for meds anymore, if you wanna be respectable, then that's fine. I'll take your cards. But I ain't takin' all of 'em. I'm keepin' these," he says raising a few cards up to you. "And you're takin' these," he pushes the remaining ones into your hand along with a small bag of pills he slips out of his pocket and you frown. You already weren't offering him enough.

"Now I get a nice respectable, good girl to fuck, and you get to pretend you're not a whore. Win-win."

"I'm not a whore," you insist, rolling your eyes, even though you know it's not exactly true.

Joel simply shrugs, shaking out your jeans and throwing them on the table next to you before placing his hand by your ass, thumb stroking delicately along the soft skin there, and leaning down toward you. He tilts your head up to face him, his nose catching yours as your eyes meet his.

"Whore or not, sweetheart," he smirks. "Pussy's still mine."

You weren't going to argue with him there.

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Summary: porn with minimal plot

Warnings: m!oral, switch vibes and p in v

A/n: yall im posting again wooooo

You had been teasing Joel all afternoon, throwing him playful glances and dropping suggestive comments. It was a game—a game you loved to play, especially with him. Joel, is always so composed, always the one in control. But today, you felt like pushing his buttons, testing his limits. You were in the front seat of his truck, parked in a secluded spot overlooking the city, the sun beginning to dip behind the skyline, casting a golden hue over everything.

“Start a conversation with me,” you had said earlier, a mischievous grin on your lips. Joel looked at you, puzzled, his brows furrowing in that familiar way that always made your heart skip a beat.

“What do you mean, start a conversation?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of amusement. His eyes scanned your face, trying to figure out what you were up to.

“Just trust me,” you replied, placing your hand gently on his knee, your touch feather-light, almost innocent. But there was nothing innocent about the way your fingers started to move, tracing slow, lazy circles on the worn denim of his jeans. You could see the way his breath caught, the way his eyes darkened with a mix of confusion and desire. He was trying to keep up with you, trying to play along, but you could tell he was already struggling, caught off guard by your sudden boldness.

“Okay…” he said slowly, still watching you closely, as if trying to decipher your intentions. “Where’s your dream vacation?” he asked, his voice a bit tentative. He glanced out at the city skyline, a nervous habit of his when he was unsure when he didn’t quite know what to make of you.

You leaned back in your seat, a smirk playing on your lips as you answered, “Somewhere sunny.” You let the words hang in the air, your tone light, teasing. Joel’s gaze flicked back to you, his brow arching slightly.

“Sunny? No specifics?” he pressed, his tone a mix of curiosity and amusement. He was catching on now, starting to sense where you might be leading.

You decided to take a bold step. Your hand slipped higher up his thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to the growing bulge in his jeans. You watched as he gulped—a small, involuntary movement that made your stomach flutter with excitement. A 56-year-old man, usually so confident, gulping at your touch—it was delicious.

“Do you want specifics?” you purred, your voice low and sultry. Joel shifted in his seat, his body tensing under your touch.

“Darlin’, what do you mean?” he murmured, his voice a little strained as if he was trying to maintain his composure. But his eyes were glued to yours, his breath coming a little faster.

Instead of answering, you moved your hand to his belt, fingers working deftly to undo the buckle. “Shh… we’re having a conversation here,” you said softly, but with a hint of mischief in your tone. You watched his eyes widen slightly as his cock sprang free, thick and hard, from the confines of his boxers. A slow, satisfied smile spread across your face at the sight of him so worked up, so on edge.

“I think somewhere like the Bahamas or Costa Rica,” you continued, your voice sweet and innocent as if you weren’t stroking him slowly, deliberately. “They have pretty beaches, don’t you think?”

Joel coughed, trying to regain some semblance of control, but his voice came out rough, and uneven. “Well… uh… Florida… um, Florida has some nice beaches too,” he stammered, his eyes fluttering closed as your hand continued its torturous rhythm.

“Yeah, but I’d kill to see the Caribbean,” you teased, your voice soft and airy. Joel was starting to lose it now, his hips bucking slightly against your hand, his breathing coming in shallow pants. You could feel him getting closer, his body betraying him.

“You should see Florida too,” he managed, his voice a bit desperate now.

You smiled, bringing your other hand into his lap, finding his balls and caressing them with a soft, teasing pressure. “Maybe we could go to Disney World in Florida,” you mused, your tone still light and conversational as if this were the most normal thing in the world.

Joel’s eyes snapped open, locking onto yours. His gaze was intense, his neck tense, a vein pulsing there. “I… I can’t… fuck, suck me off, darlin’,” he begged, his voice rough, almost pleading.

You paused for a moment, almost surprised. Joel begging? The man who could make you see stars with a single touch, the man who had fucked you so hard his back had gone out? A shiver of excitement ran through you, but you decided to play with him a little longer.

“No… we still have to—”

But before you could finish, he grabbed the nape of your neck, his fingers digging into your hair, and pushed your head down onto his cock, his need overtaking him. The suddenness of it made you gag, your throat constricting around his length. He held you there, forcing you to take him, his hips thrusting up, driving deeper into your mouth, each movement rough and demanding.

Then, just as suddenly, he released his grip, letting you pull back, gasping for air, your eyes watering. “Fuck you,” you muttered, your voice hoarse.

Joel's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression a mix of disbelief and arousal, but there was something else there—something darker, something simmering just beneath the surface. The truck's interior felt suddenly smaller and more intimate, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of leather and sweat. You felt a rush of heat, a blend of excitement and defiance, pulse through your veins.

“What was that?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous, as if daring you to repeat yourself. The truck's engine was off, and the world outside seemed to fade away; all that mattered now was this confined space and the tension crackling between you.

You smirked, feeling a thrill at the challenge in his voice. "You heard me," you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper, but filled with a teasing confidence. Your hand didn’t stop, your fingers working his cock with a firm, steady rhythm. He was rock hard, and you could feel him throbbing in your grip, the veins on his shaft bulging with each pulse. It made you bolder, and braver than you usually felt.

Joel’s breath hitched, his control slipping. He wasn’t used to this—being toyed with, being pushed to the edge. He was the one who was supposed to be in charge. But right now, with your hand wrapped around him, teasing him, driving him crazy, he wasn’t sure who held the power anymore.

“Keep talking,” he demanded, but his voice broke, a desperate edge creeping in. “Tell me more about this… Caribbean vacation.” He tried to sound casual, but you could hear the strain, see it in the way his hand gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white.

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "I think it would be beautiful. Warm sand beneath my feet, the ocean stretching out forever, the sun kissing every inch of my skin…" Your hand moved faster, your thumb swirling around the tip of his cock, collecting the slick bead of precum that had gathered there. “And maybe,” you continued, your voice husky, “we’d find a secluded spot, just the two of us… where I could do this.”

You bent down, finally taking him into your mouth, your lips closing around his swollen head. Joel groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into your warm, wet mouth. The sound he made—a deep, guttural moan—sent a thrill through you, your own body responding, heat pooling low in your belly.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he breathed, his hand finding its way to the back of your head again, but this time his grip was gentler, his fingers threading through your hair as he guided you. “That’s it… take it all.”

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him deeper, your tongue flicking against the underside of his cock, feeling the way he throbbed against you. His taste was salty and intoxicating, and you moaned around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. You felt powerful, and in control, every whimper and groan from him feeding the fire inside you.

Joel’s hips started to move, slow thrusts that matched the rhythm of your mouth. His breath was ragged now, his control slipping with every second. “Jesus, you’re gonna make me come,” he warned, his voice tight. “Is that what you want?”

You pulled back just enough to murmur, “Not yet,” before plunging back down, taking him as deep as you could. You felt him hit the back of your throat, and you fought the urge to gag, pushing past it, wanting to give him everything, wanting to drive him wild. You looked up at him through your lashes, watching his face contort with pleasure, his lips parted, eyes half-closed, lost in the sensation.

“Fuck, you’re such a tease,” he groaned, his grip tightening again. “You want me to beg, is that it?”

You hummed around his cock, a low, teasing sound that made him buck into your mouth. You pulled back, letting him slip from your lips, and smiled up at him, your hand still stroking him slowly, torturously. “Maybe,” you said. “Or maybe I just want to see how far I can push you before you snap.”

Joel’s eyes darkened, the shadows in his gaze deepening with a mix of frustration and hunger. He looked down at you, his lips curling into a predatory smile, a hint of challenge flickering in his eyes. "You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart," he warned his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. “And you know what happens when you push me too far.”

Your heart pounded, excitement buzzing through your veins. You loved this—the edge of danger, the thrill of seeing him unravel. Leaning in, you let your breath ghost over the slick, throbbing head of his cock, your lips brushing against his skin just enough to drive him crazy. “Maybe,” you whispered, “I want to see what happens.”

His grip on your hair tightened, his knuckles brushing your scalp, and he yanked you up to his level, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips. “Oh, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice a rough, needy growl, “I’ll show you exactly what happens.”

Without warning, Joel’s mouth crashed onto yours, the kiss hard and demanding, filled with a raw, desperate hunger that took your breath away. His tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you with a fierce possessiveness that made your knees go weak. You moaned into the kiss, your hands clutching at his shirt, needing something to hold onto as his intensity threatened to consume you.

His hand slid from your hair to your waist, pulling you closer, his rough grip on your hips bruising in its urgency. You could feel the hard press of his cock against your stomach, still throbbing, still aching for release. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your jaw to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving a trail of marks that made you gasp, your body arching against him. 

"Joel…" you breathed, your voice a mix of a plea and a challenge. You could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, the dampness between your thighs growing with every touch, every kiss. You wanted more. You wanted all of him.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes boring into yours, dark and intense, his chest heaving. "Turn around," he ordered, his voice rough with desire. There was no room for argument in his tone, and you felt a thrill run through you at his command. You loved it when he took control when he showed you just how much he needed you.

You obeyed, turning around in the cramped space of the truck, your hands bracing against the dashboard. You felt his hands on your hips, strong and demanding, pulling your ass back against him. The heat of his body pressed against yours, his cock hot and heavy against your backside. You could feel him shift behind you, the sound of your zipper being pulled down, and your breath hitched, anticipation coiling tight in your stomach.

"Spread your legs," Joel growled in your ear, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that sent a jolt of arousal straight to your core. You did as he said, parting your thighs, your heart racing with the knowledge of what was coming next.

He didn’t waste any time. One hand slipped down between your legs, finding the wet heat of your core, his fingers sliding through your folds, teasing your clit with a rough, skilled touch that made you gasp, your hips bucking back against him. “So wet for me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “You like this, don’t you? Being my little slut.”

You whimpered, nodding, unable to form words, your body trembling with need. His fingers pressed harder against your clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles that made you see stars, your head falling back against his shoulder. 

“Joel, please…” you begged your voice a breathless whisper. You needed him. Needed him to take you, to fill you, to make you his.

He chuckled darkly, a low, dangerous sound that made your skin prickle with anticipation. “Please what, darlin’?” he taunted, his fingers slipping lower, teasing your entrance, his cock brushing against your slick folds, just enough to make you moan. “Use your words.”

You swallowed hard, your body quivering with desire, your hands gripping the dashboard tighter. “Please, Joel… fuck me,” you pleaded, your voice raw with desperation. 

That was all he needed to hear. With a rough, almost feral growl, he thrust into you, filling you in one hard, deep stroke that made you cry out, your body arching against him. The feeling of him stretching you, filling you so completely, was almost too much, too intense, and yet you craved more. 

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he set a brutal pace, his thrusts deep and relentless, each one hitting that perfect spot inside you that made you see stars. “So tight… so fucking perfect.”

You could feel the truck rocking with the force of his thrusts, the windows fogging up from the heat of your bodies. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your moans filling the small space, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Every nerve in your body was on fire, every touch, every thrust driving you closer to the edge.

“Joel, I’m close,” you whimpered, your voice breaking with need. You could feel the coil tightening in your belly, the wave of pleasure building, threatening to crash over you.

“Then come for me,” he growled, his voice rough, his thrusts becoming even harder, more erratic. “Come on my cock, darlin’. Let me feel you squeeze me.”

His words were your undoing. With a loud cry, you came, your body convulsing around him, your walls clenching tight around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. The pleasure was blinding, overwhelming, crashing over you in waves that left you trembling, breathless, your mind spinning.

Joel wasn’t far behind. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as he came, filling you with his hot release. You could feel him throbbing inside you, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm, his hands gripping your hips so tight you knew you’d have bruises.

For a moment, the only sound in the truck was your combined heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Slowly, Joel pulled out of you, his cock softening, and you slumped forward against the dashboard, your body spent, still quivering from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

He leaned over you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice still rough, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.”

You laughed breathlessly, turning your head to look at him, your own lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Worth it,” you replied, your voice soft, teasing.

Joel chuckled, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips. “Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes softening, a rare, tender look crossing his face. “Definitely worth it.”

[ijuliet]

yeonjun + somnophilia ?? or just choi line

choi line + somnophilia (s)

warnings : somnophilia (sexual activity with someone asleep), slight angst with yeonjun, soft!dom soobin, sub!beomgyu :)

paring : choi line x fem!reader

wc : 1.1k

a/n : i didn’t know if this was a what they thought abt somnophilia or when they partook… but just cause, reader has consented beforehand!

MINORS DNI!!

· choi yeonjun

you hated empty promises. especially when they were from someone you loved dearly. yeonjun had a busy schedule which you understood, but he shouldn’t have swore on your pinky finger that he'd make it before nightfall. now, you’ve tucked yourself into bed as a punishment for his actions. your phone kept lighting up with notifications by your bedside table but you’d ignore it. light salty tears trickled down your cheeks due to frustration. sleep had taken you abruptly and you were thankful, because your dream was about your desires if your boyfriend hadn’t been late.

yeonjun was cooing in your ear apologies but you kept shaking your head, being the brat you knew he cherished. but why did it feel so real? the feeling of his slim fingers slipping inside of your core and pumping in and out scared you because it felt actual. you tried to reach for his wrist so you could open your eyes and wake up from the wet dream, but your hands were swiftly grabbed in one hand.

finally opening your eyes due to the surreal shock in your dream, your blurry vision insisted it was not a dream. you were met with yeonjun continuing to curl his fingers inside of you, making you whimper. your hands were pinned over your head when his voice made it to your ears. “baby i’m sorry.” you shook your head to his apologies, arching your back as his fingers hit the perfect spot.

“can’t you tell i’m sorry? i’m giving you what you need, baby.” you look at his pouty lips and moan loudly. “you’re just upset right? that i couldn’t fill your needy hole, hm?” your orgasm washing over you, his dirty words making you clench around him. your boyfriend came up to your lips and kissed you passionately. his lips tasted like cherry lip balm, the plush feeling convinced you to accept his apology.

you detach yourself from his lips promptly and sulk. “you should have texted me you weren’t coming.” your boyfriend brings his face to cup the soft skin of your cheek. “i thought i would make it. do you accept my apology?” yeonjun’s other hand slides under your shirt, his finger pads grazing up to your breast. you bite your lip as you hold his eye contact. moving your head down and looking at the tent in yeonjun’s boxers. “well…not yet.” your small hand lands on his thick bulge, making your boyfriend throw his head back.

· choi soobin

sex with soobin was absolutely dreamy. he was soft and touched all the naked skin in front of him. you were surprised with his skills because leading on to the night he kept going on about his inexperience. you told him it didn’t matter, and that all you wanted was to take your relationship further.

after sex bliss had soobin sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead and his body collapsed on top of you. you were drifting away and into sleep because of his warmth. your bodies laying still under him made soobin get up from the crook of your neck, checking to see if he suffocated you but was surprised to see you peacefully asleep. a normal person would coo at their significant other in this cuddly state, but soobins soft cock got hard again.

the way the one lamp illuminated your face perfectly made soobin try to slip into your hole again. he watched patiently as your eyebrows furrowed and your face went sour. you were still getting used to his size and soobin couldn’t help but moan as your sleeping state clenched around his member from the sudden entrance.

his eyes were focused on you as he slowly moved inside of you. you breathily gasped at the sensation and the lewd noise started to pick up around the room. soobin couldn’t help himself when he felt the warmth around him. his hands momentarily meeting the soft skin of your breast, finger tips messing with your nipples. one loud moan escaped from your mouth and woke you up from your trance.

“soobin- ahh, baby, please. slower.” you begged. soobin came up to your mouth and kissed you, the pace quickening as you both were about to hit your high.

“i can’t help myself baby.” soobins mouth slipped down to your neck, kissing and biting his favorite spots. your hands found their way into his platinum blonde hair, gripping onto him as you lift yourself from the bed, and your mouth agape. soobins groans into your neck as he pushes himself into you once more, making sure his seed stays inside of you.

“i love you so much baby.” he pants. “i just have to fuck you awake.” your boyfriend whispers in your ear.

· choi beomgyu

beomgyu was easy to please, but hard to manage. he was too much of a tease to be controlled, and sadly you had given up. after leaving to visit your family for the weekend, your boyfriend was acting up. beomgyu would send mirror pictures of his pajama pants laying low on his hips, and his prominent bulge showing. the text would be simple and innocent like, ‘i never knew how loose these pants were!’

you rolled your eyes because he told you that when he first bought them. after not responding to his antics, the texts seemed to get less mature. beomgyu would start texting dirty saying ‘you can’t even give your poor baby attention?’, to saying ‘i know i’m not a good boy, but i need you’ and an attachment of his dick laying on his stomach.

his actions were easy enough to convince you to make an excuse and escape from your parents house early. leaving in the middle of night and making it to your apartment, you expected beomgyu to be up playing video games, but instead found him struggling in his sleep. the view was sinful. beomgyu was whimpering and lifting his hips off the bed, whining how you knew him the best.

you carefully place your overnight bag on the floor, and made it to the foot of the bed. the scene was enough to make you tighten your thighs together. if only beomgyu wasn’t being a brat. you go over to your helpless boyfriend and pull the covers off quietly. freeing his cock from the confines, you licked your lips at the raging pink tip covered in his slick.

you use your hand to smear his precum along his length, noticing how he struggled in his sleep, hands fisting the bed sheets. you speed up your movements and with that your boyfriend wakes up in a hurry.

“ah fuck! baby, faster, please.” beomgyu stutters as he reaches for your hand and you slap him away.

“why can’t you be patient hm? you just need to be touched everyday, right?” you leave a small peck on his forehead as he whines and agrees with you.

“yes-fuck! i need to be touched all day. only by you.” you smile at his answer but let go of his raging cock.

“at least my baby is self aware.”

[grapenamjams]

20 minutes

Characters: Artem wing x fem. Reader

Genre: Smut

Contains: needy Artem wing because y’all haven’t fucked in a week, fingering, p.n v, mutual orgasm, princess. Gorgeous. Darling. Pet names used, marking.

A/n: needy desperate Artem is my favorite animal

🩵Start here 🩵

When Artem received the notification that his early morning appointment was canceled. He knew he had to take the opportunity that had presented itself. as the rare pleasure of having an extra 20 minutes before needing to get to work.

And he would be damned if he didn’t make every second Count.

So he set out to do just that. Your body trembling with arousal in minutes, breathe feeling like it’s been stolen, letting out gasps and moans.

His chest pressed against your back as you both laid on your sides under the sheets that were getting increasingly warm.

He captures your moan in his mouth Those dark eyebrows furrowing as if not being able to get enough air through your moans. His kisses where desperate. Because that’s what he was. It’s been a week since he last fucked you and the consequences of that, were apparent to him each passing day.

Feeling himself tighten in his suit pants at just the sight of you-hell just at the thought of you got him scooting his chair closer to his desk at work. He felt pathetic, not used to the feeling of lack of control. But if you were the reason for it? He would gladly relinquish any sense of it. having you consume him entirely. 

“I Need to be inside of you” his voice coming out strained. “Please let me fuck you, darling” Artem dosnt care if he didn’t sound composed as he normally did. He wasn’t going to let any second go to waste.

With your agreement in a form of a moan and you throwing off the covers from on top of you both. Artem pulls his hand that was between your thighs away. Fingers coated with your arousal just by rubbing your clit.

He pushes down your pj bottoms along with your underwear. lifting your hips to aid him. He tosses them over the side of the bed.

he kisses any skin exposed to him as he removes his own embarrassingly soaked briefs. His uneven breathing hits your neck. He presses his body closer behind you. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect, my love. Ive missed how you felt” he tries to regain some sense of said composure through his words.

His hand goes down your side and takes ahold of your thigh. Lifting it up slightly so he can settle himself closer. He holds back a moan at just feeling your folds graze his swollen head.

he knows he isn’t going to last long. Not like he usually does, making sure to draw out his thrusts, changing the pace to keep himself inside you as long as possible.

Right now though, it was different. His body trembling with desire. a growing flare that licked at his restraint. “Ready?” He asks even if mind was hazing. his number one priority in everything was your wellbeing and happiness.

Seeing your nod Artem shifts so the head of his cock is at your entrance. Your delicious warmth calling him to a long overdue welcome home. Artem sucks in a breath, lips hovering over your shoulder.

“You finished laundry, correct?” He sees the confused look in your eyes at his strange question.

“Yes I did. Why-!” You feel artem slips inside of you in a single thrust to the base when he heard the words he wanted. The sudden action making you both moan. Only, Artem’s is muffled with a bite to your shoulder. Soothing the mark with his tongue he begins to thrust into you.

“Good. You can cover these up then” mouth latching on to another section of skin. As much as he loves marking you. He’s always careful to place them in areas that can’t be seen, mindful of your professionalism.

But right now he didn’t have much choice. He was needier than ever before, feeling so incredibly sensitive and this position wasn’t helping. Letting him feel you at a whole new angle. “To long princess” he groans. He pulls out to the head and slams back in making you Yelp. To damn long. Feeling your heat stretch at the size of him. Your warmth engulfing him so tightly he wonders how he survived days without it.

“You feel incredible” he pants as his thrusts quicken. “No matter how much time passes, you always take me in so well” he praises landing kisses up your neck to your ear “isn’t that right, darling? Always ready for me.”

You turn your head to the side “I’ve missed feeling you inside me. P-please Artem harder” you beg breathlessly. He looks at your pretty face etched in pure bliss next to him. Something primal snapping in place. He kisses you as he obliges you. Needing it too if not more.

As he suspected Artem felt the all to familiar tension in his body coiling up rapidly. He curses not wanting this moment to ever end. Wanting to shut the world and thoughts of work away and just have you in bed the entire day making up for lost time.

“Touch yourself for me,hm?” hand tightening against your leg. “Together. Alright?” He manages to grunt out. You do as you’re told needing that release.

It didn’t take long for both of you to reach your highs together. Both of you so pent up for the other it was inevitable. Artem lips don’t leave yours, moaning your name and giving you praises as his hips don’t slow down feeling your walls clench around him as if they don’t want to let him go, demanding he stay and give everything he had left. He sucks in a curse at the thought filling your cunt, over and over again with his seed. Burying it deeper and deeper into you.

Groaning reluctantly, he slows down his hips ridding both of your highs. After a moment of catching your breath. Artem lets go of your leg. his kisses become gentler, reassuring. His words asking if you were alright.

A hand cupping your check and another pushing your hair away from your glistening face. He sucks in a breath, when he feels himself slip out of you as you turn your body onto your back.

Clear blue eyes, the hue that is found in the cracks of a glacier. gaze down at you with a sincere content look of fondness. a contrast against the bursting pink splotches across his face and ears. The smile you give him only deepening the color. He feels your hand push back his damp hair. He turns his head and presses a kiss to your wrist. Keeping his sights on you.

“How does your evening look like?”

[crowborn666-nsfw]

Scales

Leviathan x Fem!Reader

Tags: inexperienced!reader, envious Levi, AFAB anatomy, use of Levi’s tail, Levi has a forked tongue, oral (reader receiving)

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Your phone has been going off for an hour now, texts from the brothers on whatever nonsense had captured their attention that they wished to share with you. Leviathan, on the other hand, scowled with each notification, hands gripping his controller tight.

You were none the wiser of his jealousy until you felt his tail wrap around your ankle.

“Levi? What’s wrong?”

He grumbled under his breath, setting aside his controller. “They want all your attention.”

You realized what was wrong then, turning to put your phone on silent.

“I put it on silent, does that help?”

“Why do you even hang out with a yucky otaku like me?” He continued to sulk, avoiding your gaze like a petulant child. You couldn’t help but giggle at him, leaning forward to peck his cheek.

“That’s why.”

Leviathan spluttered, going red in the face. “Y-You can’t just sneak attack me like that! Th-That’s unfair!”

“Then why don’t you make it fair?” You challenged, grinning at him.

Only for that grin to be wiped off your face as he leaned in to plant a kiss to your lips. Now it was your turn to go red, your hands clutching onto Leviathan’s hoodie.

You both separated, gentle silence filling the room before you lurched forward, pressing a sloppy, inexperienced kiss onto Leviathan’s face. He steadied you both, brain malfunctioning at your action.

Up until your phone, despite being silenced, buzzed again.

Leviathan pushed you down onto his couch, drawing a gasp from you. Your eyes met his, full of envy and desire.

Leviathan swallowed your surprised moan, hooking his arms under you as your back arched. The tip of his tail had snaked into your shorts, pressing into your clit and rolling it in small circles.

“Levi!” You gasped and moaned, hips bucking against his tail.

“Gonna… gonna get you off with just my tail,” he proclaimed, eyes glowing orange as he picked up the pace, “None of the others can do that, can they?”

“N-No, no they ca-aah!”

Levi swallowed your sounds, his hot breath mingling with yours as his forked tongue invaded your mouth. You whimpered as pleasure shot through you, your hands digging into Leviathan’s back. You writhed underneath him, face burning bright red as you felt yourself come undone.

As you panted underneath him, Leviathan’s eyes widened as he realized the position you both were in. He began to stutter out apologies, only stopping when you grabbed the front of his hoodie to stop him from backing away.

“More Levi! Please! More!”

Your begging and another buzz from your phone was all it took for that switch to flip inside Leviathan once again. Leviathan dove to kiss you, his hands and tail wrapping around your waist. Your hands dug into his hair, moaning and shuddering as his forked tongue smoothed over yours.

Leviathan’s fingers dipped below the waistband of your shorts, pulling them away as he kissed down your body. You watched him with red cheeks and wide eyes, shuddering with each kiss and nip pressed to your inner thighs.

“L-Levi—”

“Can I taste you?” He asked, meeting your gaze as he sucked a purple bruise into your thigh.

Words were caught in your throat, and with another nip from Leviathan you gave a nod.

He was on you in an instant, forked tongue sliding through your folds with a lewd sound. Your hands found his hair and horns, holding on for dear life as Leviathan ate you out like a starved man. You squirmed under him, not used to this odd feeling between your legs.

As his tongue slipped into you, the end of his tail slithered around your thigh to rub circles on your clit. You moaned loudly, hips bucking towards him from the pleasure.

It wasn’t long until he had you coming undone a second time, Leviathan moaning at the sudden rush of your taste on his tongue.

He pulled back to let you catch your breath, licking up the traces of you from his chin.

“A-Are you alright?”

A glance towards him showed his reddened face, badly hidden behind a hand.

“I’m okay.” You replied, reaching out to him with grabby hands. “I want more, please?”

If Leviathan’s face could get any redder. He felt like he was dreaming, like he’d been placed into one of his mangas.

Then your phone buzzed again.

[finniestoncrane]

To Use And Abuse

Dano!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2k Part 2 Here! commission: eddie breaks into the apartment of his no.1 fan to test how much they love him 🐀💚 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: humiliation/degradation, dubcon if you consider the fact he broke in, public sex/streamed sex

The notification lit up your phone. You hadn’t quite been aware of how dark it had become around you as you stared blankly at your TV until the sudden flash temporarily blinded you. But you could forgive the brief headache it caused when you saw what the notification was for. The two words that were sure to make your evening, regardless of what the day had been like, what your plans were, or where you were when they flashed up on the screen.

Incoming Stream

Luckily, you weren’t exactly the most social these days. It was hard to keep up with friends, or even make any, in Gotham. And those that you could get close to were always the first ones to leave. If you were lucky. Otherwise, it was a never-ending succession of funerals, where you were so numbed by constant grief that it was impossible to cry. No friends, Gotham had taken them from you. But luckily, one man was seeking revenge on your behalf. On everyone’s behalf, actually.

Shifting from your sofa to the second-hand and cluttered desk in the corner of your studio apartment, you set yourself up on the kitchen chair that you used for work. You could feel your heart rate rising as you waited for your shitty laptop to come to life, the browser already opening on the login page for the stream you were so excited for. And after a few moments of darkness, there he was. Dimly lit, covered in his mask and glasses. Commanding your attention. The Riddler.

A moniker he had only come up with the week before, it suited him so well. Gotham’s newest vigilante, a man who worked in puzzles and hints, a man who was a problem solver, not one who created them.

Giddy with almost schoolgirl glee, you leaned your elbows on the desk, your chin in your hands, and sighed as you stared at the screen. You were enthralled by him. In love with him really, or whatever was closest to love that you could experience with a stranger through a monitor. So much so that you could picture yourself, filtered in rose hue, a delicate glissando playing from nowhere as you drew a heart around his face with your finger. It felt like a sickeningly sweet moment from a romcom each time you were graced with the honour of listening to one of his sermons. All you wanted was to offer him your adoration and praise.

So, as you did each week, you began to type your feelings into the chat.

Your sermons mean so much to me. You’re truly like a preacher. You speak the good word. There is no God, there is no Gotham, only The Riddler. I worship you. I want to praise you at your feet. You’re our saviour.

Was it overkill? Maybe. But you were desperate for his attention. And not once had he ever given it to you. Others had been given a shout out when they had something to input, but your zealous and continued support and love were overlooked. It was becoming disheartening, but you were far from giving up. If anything, it only made you want him more.

And you knew how ridiculous that was, but far be it from you to care. Not now, not after months of dedicated lust and desire. Even after the stream had ended, you stayed on the site, staring at the empty, black screen. You could make out your reflection. Pathetic, desperate, delusional maybe. Scrolling through the chat, you scowled at the accolades and compliments that were delivered to everyone but you over the course of the brief time that he had been on the screen.

Eventually, you decided to close the tab, instead reverting to your second favourite hobby of scouring through articles about him. His exploits, so much speculation about his identity and his meaning, his future and the potential behind him, comparisons between him and the Batman. So few pictures of him outside of some lazy screencaps. But you were happy to stare at them for hours. You had, in fact. By the time you looked at the clock at the bottom of the screen, two hours had passed.

Reaching up to stretch, mindful of your horrid posture, you were caught on the inhale of a yawn as two hands reached around you. One clamped your mouth, stifling a quick to form scream, the other pressed tight to your sternum, keeping you still.

“You’re shorter than I imagined. Exactly as pathetic as I thought though. Your living arrangements almost make mine seem pleasant.”

You recognised his voice instantly, your ears and brain immediately catching on, your heart following quickly behind as its pace quickened, blood pumping vigorously, pulse insane, breath shallow and ragged.

“Oh my god… is it really you?”

He let out a soft giggle, his fingers tensing where they held you.

“You tell me, sweetie.”

Letting go of you finally, he watched as you sank into the chair and fell to the floor, clumsily pulling yourself up to stand in front of him. You couldn’t tell what his expression was below the mask, but you could only imagine it was a cruel grin from the way his eyes lit up behind his glasses.

“How… How did you… my door was locked… There was no information on my account… Everything was behind so many layers of security.”

 “Oh-ho-ho! You silly thing. Did you not realise I’d find you?”

“How… How did-”

“Because I’m not a fucking idiot! That’s how. Did you really think you were protected by your pathetic security measures? That site was my kingdom!”

His voice flitted from the tones of anger to a lilting tune, as he delivered the next words in a taunting singsong, wagging his finger with the tempo of the tune.

“And I know everything that goes on in there.”

As you stuttered over confusion, trying to decide if you were more scared or more excited that the object of your obsessive desires was in front of you, he shook his head and sighed.

“Not quite the welcome I expected, a bit of a let-down like everything else in this world. I thought you said you wanted me here?”

He was stifling a giggle, his voice pitched high and strung with giddy glee.

“You do want me here, right? You weren’t lying? Because, heh…” the brief pause that he took to scoff, a derisive laughter that seemed to come from a place of sincere contempt, had you trembling slightly. Whether with anticipation, excitement or genuine terror you couldn’t be sure. Likely all three.

“…you know how I feel about liars!”

The sharp increase in volume was unexpected, but it was the way that he grabbed your waist and pushed you against the wall that made you choke on your breath. The gasp brought sharp and freezing cold air into your throat, not quite reaching your lungs. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, a deep heat spreading through your abdomen, a distinct throb in your clit as you fought the urge to toss your head back and beg him to take you there and then.

Staring back at him, his eyes glinting, the only part of his face you could make out, you bit at your lip. Hidden behind the thick material was a hidden stranger, someone you might never know. He could be anyone, and the thrill of mystery had you salivating. You instinctively leaned into it. He was so unpredictable, committed to danger. There was no telling how wrong this could go if you displayed your desire to submit to him. But you couldn’t help yourself.

“I-I’m not lying… I do want you here. I’m glad you’re here!”

Taking note of the tone in your voice, he felt his heart flutter. You weren’t lying, you were sincere. And you were his for the taking, as evidenced by how desperate you looked, how wide your pupils were, the way your chest heaved, back arching against the wall towards him.

“Then show me.”

His leather-gloved hands were on your shoulders, pushing you to your knees, and you followed easily putting up no fight. Once you were on the ground, you stared up at him expectantly, ready to obey his next command.

“Bow down then, worship me.”

As you slowly lowered yourself to the ground, you felt the sudden pressure of his weight between your shoulders. He pushed you down further, your chest and stomach flush with the ground, his heavy boot refusing to let up.

“Lick them.”

You looked up at him, expecting to meet his eye, the view blocked instead by his cell phone which pointed down at you. It was difficult to avoid the lens as it focused on you, recording your sudden flushed cheeks and trembling lip.

“Show them all how great you think I am. Lick my boots, that’s what you’re all about, huh?”

He watched you staying there, completely still, clearly in need of some more encouragement.

“Or are you suddenly so shy?”

He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, straining his ear towards you, placing a hand behind it dramatically.

“Hm? I can’t hear you, little princess. Speak up. Or start licking.”

Still unsure of what to do, your mind telling you to hold off a moment longer, your body trying to follow his demands with foolish zeal, your hesitation brought out a softer side of him. With the camera of his phone still pointed directly at you, he lowered himself briefly to you. His gloved hand brushed your dark bangs away from your face briefly, his wide eyes fixed on yours as he thumbed your cheek. And his voice was surprisingly gentle and cooing, in contrast to the sickening words that it spoke.

“Don’t embarrass yourself in front of the stream. I’m sure they already think you’re a pathetic little slut, you don’t want them to think you’re an idiot too. Or are you? Are you just a stupid girl whose desperate cunt gets hot and wet and throbs at the first sign of a man who takes action?”

You could feel yourself nodding, agreeing with him despite your own morals and ethics shouting against it.

“Well, that’s good news then! Be the stupid little bitch you are and start. Licking. My. Boots.”

You looked directly into the lens of the camera before lowering yourself, determined to give them a show. Committed to letting everyone, not just the Riddler, know how keen you were to please him. And staring into his eyes, you pressed your tongue out, mouth wide and ready. And finally, you let the tip flick over the toe of his boots. A sensation he surely wouldn’t have felt through the thick material, but which made him throw his head back with a sigh regardless.

With a moan, you covered more of the surface area in your saliva, satisfied, body aching with want as you listened to his breath hitch. It stopped suddenly though, his head lowering back down to catch your eyes, his hand on the back of your head, pulling you up.

“See? That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. That’s a good, stupid, pathetic girl. And who do you worship? Who do you belong to?”

“You, sir.”

As you nodded, he mimicked you, his nods more frantic, almost cruel in the way he seemed to be mocking you. Soothing over your cheek with his hand before slapping it twice, you could see the edges of his mask shift as he smiled wide.

“What a good little bitch you are.”

Hooking his thumb over your bottom lip, he felt his chest hitch as you began sucking it. Clearly well trained, even if he had no part in it. There was a lot to you that he was keen to explore, physically and mentally. There was every chance that you would make the perfect subservient captive, a plaything to relieve his stress at the end of a busy day of his own brand of vigilante justice. His disgusting, pathetic slut. His to use and abuse. And you’d probably thank him for it. The thought of which sent a twitch through his cock, which had begun to harden the minute you had opened your whorish mouth and done exactly as he’d commanded. If only the rest of Gotham would bend to his will so easily.

[acid-ixx]

Hey hey, you don’t have to answer this ask but truly your works has been so comforting to me in my worst moments with how you write loneliness. I apologize, I should had shown my appreciation earlier as the way you write isolation brought me relief in the understanding of it from a deeper level.

Sure, while there is an occasional joy of reading something where you, the reader instantly gets the love you always crave for… Unfortunately it is never that perfect or at all realistic, sure when people think of touch-starved you think of the desperate and all encompassing one where one is filled with warmth but never about the opposite where you are so touch-starved it floods your guts with nausea at the sudden abundance of it. And you, you! You write that perfectly, I cared about your reader, I was able to cry, I was able to express anger and pace around the room at how well you structure your works. And I wasn’t even a fan of Batfam or indulge deeply into any Batman related media until your fics came across my dash and I was ever so curious to find a nicely written gift basically.

Although I am not as skilled at the pen as you, I feel I should exchange some other things I saved of writers’ words that too gave me some comfort as well in hopes you do as well.

Thank you dedicating your time to write such intimate loneliness, I do truly appreciate and found solace in the best and worst of your reader struggling to accept the nuances of love. The absence and over abundance of love can truly drive all humans to be the worst version of themselves in order to find stability.

No need to post another fic and while I do enjoy them, you can always write about other stuff. Do a Q&A; what inspires you, what are your interests outside of this blog, and etc. Reblog other blogs, make characterization or silly posts, share other things you love at your own will. You, at the end of the day is your greatest priority, no need to demean yourself because you know yourself the best. Thank you and sorry for rambling!

did u know i teared up when i read this ? idk why i did but maybe it's the fact that my writing is meant to primarily comfort myself, it's the things i write whenever i feel absolutely terrible and to see how it genuinely comforts others made me a bit emotional. tysm for your kind words 🥹 but at the same time there's no need to apologize! nobody is obligated to repost or comment on my works really, i just appreciate it when people do since it counts as a way to inspire me and this one genuinely did.

and yes, i love to write about loneliness and abandonment and all those negative emotions purely because it's my medium of ranting about the neglect i went through as a child, it's kind of like my own therapy hehe. u alongside the others love my portrayal of my mc so much it makes my heart go doki doki istg 🎀

also, the poems you sent me made me very emotional too, because i love poems and the symbolic meanings behind them and both pictures just ignited that dying flame i have to insert a poem for chapter 4 of a&a. i love the first poem about the struggles of finding love through your parents and eventually moving on and building a future for yourself and the second one desiring tenderness in the simplest of intimate moments just made my touch starved self ache.

and tysm too for you, alongside many others, reminding me to write for myself because i truly am! it's all just been so tiring seeing a notification and thinking it must've been some input about my writing only to find out it's people asking when or if i'm going to update soon that makes me start to think writing is an obligation, but i'm really trying my best and i feel excited doing a 4k follower special 🩷

[whamgram]

Your fic is killing me ITS KILLING ME. Please just let them kiss already I’m begging you. This slow burn hurts so good but I can’t take it anymore and I don’t think they can either. I’m going to explode like alastor if they don’t kiss soon.

But seriously under my skin is everything to me. I drop everything I’m doing to read it the second I get the notification. The writing is so good I’m in awe how much it feels like a season of the show. I love the way you write alastor. He’s goofy and charming like in the show but still has a threatening aura. His slow realization of his feelings for charlie is so believable too. As a demi person myself, I really love that it was a gradual thing and he wasn’t all of a sudden lusting after her. I love how the moments of attraction slowly intensified and each chapter he got bolder until he was literally crawling into her lap. Poor guy was desperate and he didn’t know what to do about it until the next chapter.

On that topic THAT scene from last chapter was so flipping hot. I love how you described alastor’s half made fantasies. He has a mental block because of his shame but also he’s never been interested in sex so he doesn’t even know what to imagine. And then he wants her so bad that he’s finally able to imagine something. Him clawing at the armrest and pretending it’s her boob was so hot gahhhhh.

Thank you thank youuuu please never abandon this fic I might die <3

I'm sorry. 😅 I promise there will be some payoff to the slow burn soon!

Thank you so much! ❤️ I love how Alastor is such a goofy guy while still having this underlying cunning and sadistic personality. And yesss, I wanted to sprinkle in the moments of attraction while he's working through his feelings for Charlie. Staring at her boobs, appreciating her smile, feeling a prickle on his neck, little things like that before he has a full body reaction and realizes he's sexually attractive to her. He starts craving physical contact with her so badly, I don't think he realizes half the time when he's all over her.

You're exactly right regarding the spicy scene! Previous to giving into his desires, Alastor very much had a mental block about his Charlie fantasies. Part of that was self-inflicted because he felt so much shame about having these thoughts/urges in the first place. And part of that was because he just straight up didn't know what to imagine. Not that he's totally clueless about sex, but a lack of experience and interest would mean that he doesn't really have a catalog of fantasies to pull from. But after all the close encounters that he and Charlie had that night - her squirming in his lap, him pinning her to the bed, etc. - that combined with his utter desperation gave him enough in the spank bank to imagine his fantasies to completion. 😈

And don't worry! There are no plans to abandon this fic. The Charlastor parasite has permanently fixated itself to my frontal lobe. ❤️‍🔥

[accioscarheadthings]

ULTRAMINE ~ CHAPTER 7

kenji sato x reader

summary: professor sato is in critical condition after the kdf ambush and emi had gone into her pupal stage of growth. kenji finds himself with you.

pairings: kenji sato x fem!student!reader

warning: none, lots of fluff, cuddling, scar-kissing, tending to wound, hurt/comfort

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"ow! that hurts!" you gritted your teeth together, glaring at kenji in front of you while you sat on the edge of the bed.

kenji was on his knees in front of you, tending to the seething injury on your chest, which you had taken when a missile collided with your chest.

"then stop squirming, love," kenji scolded gently, his eyes burning into you with growing impatience.

you had just showered and you were trying to clean the wound on your chest. you only had a towel wrapped around your body, giving a perfect view of your cleavage as your chest rose and fell with each unsteady breath.

kenji was in his bathrobe, having just returned from the bath himself. he heard you groaning in pain while you tried to tend to your injury and stepped in.

"just so you know, I was managing just fine," you retorted, trying to sound nonchalant. but your voice was slightly breathless.

you looked up at him, your faces just inches apart, and felt your cheeks grow hot.

the banter between you both was laced with a hint of desire, neither of you acknowledged it openly.

"you call this 'managing fine'?" he said incredulously, gently examining the injury. his touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you had to fight the urge to gasp.

"I would've patched it up eventually," you muttered, a flush spreading across your face. you bit your lip, trying to concentrate on the conversation rather than the heat that was building between you both.

"it's not too much to ask for help, y'know?" he said, his voice low and smooth. he finished wrapping the bandage on your chest, his hands lingering on your skin for a few seconds longer than necessary.

but you were glaring at the wall past him, gulping the painkiller down with a glass of water from the table nearby.

"sweetheart," kenji called, but you didn't concede him.

with a sigh, he caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, shifting you to meet his eyes, "i'm sorry, for that day when i lashed out on you. i should've let you speak,"

you stilled, blinking in surprise at his sudden apology.

he stumbled over his words, "i-i didn't know. i freaked out when i saw the notification from the kdf. but then dad told me everything. i was so quick to judge that i didn't let you explain yourself," his voice shook, "i put you through so much pain," he winced in remorse, mentally chiding himself.

"kenji," you shrunk into yourself, not knowing what else to say, "it's fine-"

"no, it's not fine!" kenji groaned, furious at himself. he ran a hand through his hair, grasping your hand and bringing it to his lips, "i shouldn't have snapped at you. i wasn't thinking straight," he looked up at you with eyes full of woe and grief, "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry,"

you moved your hand to the side of his face, caressing with your thumb, "kenji, calm down. s'okay," you exhaled, "i should've told you before, somehow-"

"i didn't mean those things i said about you. i just wanted to make you feel the pain i felt and i-" his voice wavered, "god, I'm so fucking stupid," he leaned into your touch, eyes closing.

"that you are," you commented, "but it's not something you can help, is it?" you mocked him lightly.

kenji peaked an eye at you, corners of his lips tipping up at your light tone, "that smart mouth of yours," he kissed your palm, holding eye contact, "gonna get you in big trouble. and i think you'd enjoy it," he leaned in closer.

you breath hitched as his face got closer and closer. his proximity and the heat of his body sent a shiver down your spine, but you tried to play it cool, "who says i'd enjoy it?" you retorted, your voice slightly breathless, "you don't know me entirely, kenji. we just slept together a couple of times," you dropped your hand to your lap.

kenji's eyebrows shot to his hairline, "just slept together?!" he repeated your words in mild offense, "baby," his palm gently cupped your cheek, "you tell me that but your eyes tell me everything I need to know," he leaned in even closer, his breath brushing against your skin. "tell me you don't shiver when I touch you, and I'll back off,"

you felt his fingers trail down the column of your throat, twirling a wet strand of hair.

"tell me you didn't moan when I touched you in the way only I can,"

he pressed a tender kiss to the injury on your chest, hand tracing the curves of your body.

"tell me you didn't lose your breath when I held you tightly against me. tell me you didn't long for more when I caressed your skin,"

you inhaled sharply when he wedged himself between your thick thighs, his free hand snaking around your hip.

"tell me you don't feel your heart race when my fingers graze your skin,"

the towel was precariously draped over your body. one edge came undone when he moved his hand around you, giving him the chance to rip it off your body. but he tucked it back in place. his hand trailed up your jaw, thumb outlining your parted lips.

"tell me," he jerked you towards him, your bodies pressed together that you could feel the heat seeping from his bare muscular chest. his droopy eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, "tell me you don't want me to kiss you right now. and i'll back off,"

"i can't," you breathed, gasping when he kissed your cheek.

you felt your resolve weakening with every word he spoke, every touch from him against your skin. you knew he was right, yet uncertainty still lingered in your mind.

"i know, sweetheart," he pulled back, his emotions a whirlwind, "do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" kenji sighed in awe.

you paused, your heart skipping a beat as you sensed his honesty. he was looking at you like you had hung the moon amd the stars.

"i know that's hard to accept for you, and keep saying it till you do. every day, every minute, every second, every chance i get," he nipped at your jaw, "you drive me crazy, i find myself wanted your company. for the good and bad days," he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "i fell for you a long time ago, but," he gulped nervously, "took me a while to man up to it,"

you hand raised and rested on the side of his face, "but what if this changes everything?" you asked, your voice tinged with both fear and longing.

his expression softened, and he pressed your palm closer to his face, relsishing the warmth of it, "change is inevitable, but not always bad," he said, his voice soothing. "maybe this change is what we need, what we've been avoiding for so long," his lips were hovering just above yours, teasing and promising, "let go, love," he whispered, "let go, and we can find out together,"

the heat of his breath on your skin, the intensity in his eyes, the way he held you so close... it was all too much for you to resist.

you closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath, your final defenses crumbling, "okay," you whispered, your voice barely audible, "let's find out together,"

"then kiss me,"

you snapped your eyes open, "wha-huh?"

"kiss me," he tipped his face up for you to access, "kiss me like you own me,"

at his words, you closed the distance between you both, your lips claiming his in a fierce, passionate kiss. your mouths tangled together, igniting a fire within you both that you had been smoldering for far too long.

you held his face with one hand, other gripping and tugging the hair at the back of his neck.

the two of you kissed as if nothing else mattered, your hands exploring each other's bodies with desperate need. each touch, each gasp, each whispered name fueled the fire burning between them.

you pulled back, panting for breath, mind buzzing from the intensity of the kiss.

kenji kissed his way across the side fo your cheeks, the edge of your jaw, down your neck and a final smooch on your bandaged injury, peppering kisses all over the area.

"changes aren't bad. you were right for once," you admitted, sighing at the feels of his lips caressing your skin.

"i have my moments," he kissed your cheek with affection, palms at your waist.

by now, you had wrapped your legs around his body, locking him in place while you traced his features with the pad of your finger.

when you reached the tip of his nose, his playfully chased and bit your finger, grinning wide at your hiss of pain.

he kissed the spot again, his thumbs circling on your lower back, "god, i could never get enough of you, yknow that?" he nosed up your throat, mouthing at your skin, "you make me a mad man,"

"i take some pride in that," you felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, your body responding to his touch like a moth to a flame.

"'course, you do," he snuggled into your neck, holding you close, "m'gonna take you on a fancy date once we handle this mess, okay?"

you nodded, hugging him closer to you, muttering a small, "can't wait,"

kenji tossed and turned in his bed, unable to shake the image of his father's unconscious body in the debris from his mind. the dark night sky resembled his troubled heart, the weight of his fears and worries keeping him awake.

after a while, he decided he couldn't bear it anymore and got up from his bed. he walked down the hallway towards your room and knocked softly on the door.

when you answered, he looked at you with weary eyes, "can I sleep with you tonight? if you don't mind, that is," he asked quietly, "i can't seem to shut off my thoughts,"

you looked at him, sensing his anguish. nodding, you stepped aside and let him into your room. he followed you in, sitting down on the edge of your bed, looking lost, "i just-can't stop thinking about my dad," he said, his voice hoarse, "what if he doesn't wake up? what if-what if I lose him?"

"hey," you sat on the edge of the bed, slipping your legs into the blanket, "he'll be okay, kenji. he's been through worse. he's a fighter," you placed a hand over his fiddling ones.

"right, right," kenji looked at you, a mix of hope and fear in his eyes, "but what if he doesn't make it? i can't-i can't lose him,"

"you won't," you gripped his fingers loosely, "I'll make sure of that, okay? now, i think you should get some sleep," you scooted over in the bed, making some space for him.

kenji watched you fluff the pillow for him, flipping up the cold side, and did the same for yourself.

"um-y/n?"

you looked up at him in acknowledgment.

"can you, um, maybe hold me?" kenji winced at himself, hearing how miserable he sounded. he hated being so vulnerable.

"c'mere," you opened your arms and he crawled to you, snuggling into the softness of your chest, careful to avoid the place of injury.

"s'okay," you soothed, "everything will be alright," you combed your fingers through his hair, "I'm right here, kenji,"

he hummed against your skin, arms tightening around you. he slung your leg around his hip, wanting to be enveloped by your warmth.

you went still, flustered by his action, and exhaled slowly, trying to steady his breath.

"your heart's beating like crazy, love," he grinned against you, gazing up at you, "do i make your heart race?" he splayed a hand at the side of your thigh, gripping the thickness.

"shut up," you mumbled weakly, tucking his head under your chin.

kenji chuckled, his deep voice reverberating against your skin while his legs tangled with yours.

"why are your legs so cold?!"

"shut up, kenji,"

you felt yourself slip our of your slumber when you felt movement between your arms.

blinking slowly, you noticed kenji was shaking, face twisted in pain while he gasped for air.

you sat up lightly, brushing your hair from your face, "kenji," you shook him lightly, "wake up, kenji,"

but he still kept squirming in place, the bedsheets fisting in his grip.

you shook his shoulders with force, "kenji!"

kenji's eyes flew open, his breathing rapid and shallow. he sat up abruptly, looking around the room with wide, panicked eyes.

"hey, hey, it's alright," you said softly, caressing the tense ridges of muscles on his back, "you're okay. you were just having a nightmare,"

kenji looked at you, the fear still evident in his eyes, but slowly fading. his breathing gradually slowed down, and he seemed to recognize his surroundings.

you eased the tension on his broad shoulders, "just breathe," you soothed, "in and out. you're safe, it was just a nightmare,"

kenji nodded, trying to steady his breathing. he ran a hand through his hair, still a bit disoriented. "it felt so real," he murmured, his voice strained. he pressed his palms to his eyes, exhaling shakily.

"shh, kenji," you held his elbows, "it's okay. you're okay." you cooed softly.

letting out a whine, kenji turned towards you, pulling you towards him to lie under him. he buried his face in your hair, sighing shakily.

you held him close, combing your fingers through his raven locks and muttering comforting words against his temple.

as kenji slowly calmed down and his breathing became steadier, the exhaustion from his emotional outburst started to take over. he leaned into your embrace, his body feeling heavy and weary. you continued to reassure him, your hand slowly tracing gentle circles on his back.

time seemed to slow as the room grew quiet, only the sound of your mingling breaths. the warmth of your bodies pressed together was soothing, and before long, you both found yourselves being pulled into the embrace of sleep.

In the half-light of the room, your limbs remained tangled together, your heartbeats a steady, calming rhythm. as sleep claimed you both, the tension and worry that had gripped kenji seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and security in your arms.

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[kairiscorner]

hello po ate!! (　＾▽＾)

looking out the car window while it was raining made me think abt the request i'm making rn hehe

basically it's a miles x reader where they can't rlly see eachother that often these days bcs of the daily rain so they have to facecall or chat with eachother but one thing is that they're both touch starved for eachother atp (not in the weird way bcs ik some ppl think abt it the other way 😨) and it comes to a point where miles lit swings to reader's place to cuddle the second the news came out that the rain will stop for that day and they have a cuddle session ehehejdveje

(also !! plss take your time on this one cause i feel like ur alr starting school and i don't wanna be a bother 😕)

-sincerely, the 🧋 anon !!

HELLO 🧋 ANON 💖💖💖 wait that's super CUTE, also i got your follow-up message, ty for making it clearly luv (≧▽≦) OK I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS 💖

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

i can't wait any longer. – miles 1610 x reader

it's been a whole week, and you have yet to see your boyfriend face-to-face. it's been pouring rain ceaselessly all over the city, and the weather forecasts say it might not let up anytime soon. though, you and miles stay connected through facetiming and texting all day throughout the week you two have been away from each other, simply communicating doesn't bring the whole feelings you two experience when speaking to each other face-to-face and being around each others' presence.

as you were working at your desk on the homework your teacher assigned, you got a text notification from miles himself. the message was the same as always: him expressing how much he missed you, with the addition of sad, crying kaomojis that just made his longing for you a bit more impactful and... pitiful, in a way; it seriously made you want to drop everything, put on your nearest rain coat, not even bother to don on your pair of boots and just run over to him, even if you'd slip on the way or get sick afterwards. but you knew you couldn't do that, reality had always opposed your desires, especially those desires of yours that you sincerely wished for with all your heart; the universe was truly cruel to the sweetest of hearts.

you were confused as to why he suddenly seemed so hurried to text you, like his thumb was slipping from across the keyboard. before you could decode in your mind what he meant, you heard a light tapping by your bedroom window. you turned your head, and upside down, facing you with wide lenses for eyes, was spider man—your boyfriend, miles morales.

you tried to cover your shock from his sudden arrival, but it was harder to do as miles casually waved at you and pointed down at the lock of your window—gesturing for you to unlock it so he could come in. you knew miles was spider man long ago, and he already admitted it to you a few weeks prior; though he had never come to your place personally as spider man, so just seeing him clad in the black and red accented suit is just... a little jarring, surprising, and fun to you all at once.

"babe!" miles exclaimed as he climbed onto your windowsill and gazed at you. he was sopping wet from the constant rain, and your floors were soaking up the rain drops falling on him, but he didn't care if he was wet or dry, all he cared about right now was just being here with you. you spoke to him a mile a minute, pointing out how wet he was, offering to get him a towel—but you couldn't go anywhere else since miles grabbed your wrist gently and tugged a little on you, practically begging you not to leave him yet, not when he's finally here with you now.

he got off your windowsill and wrapped you in a wet, soaked up hug, murmuring how he missed the warmth of you against him. "i can't believe it's been a week... man, i can't another week without you, it'd be like going a whole week without food, water, or air." he muttered as he held you closer. he pulled away from you and took off his mask, and underneath it, you could see his hair all droopy now from the rain water he soaked up; but his charming, brilliant smile and shining eyes full of love and adoration for you persisted.

you told miles you missed him, it was wonderful seeing him again, but you had to get him a towel to dry him off. you went over to your closet and handed him a clean towel for him to dry himself off. miles got a little embarrassed and nodded. "oh, right, right... sorry, babe, i, um... got a little too excited." he said with a chuckle as he dried his hair. you turned around, not facing him as he dried the rest of himself off; luckily, the hoodie he lent you was still with you, dry and clean. he donned the hoodie on and wrung his suit out from your window, the rain droplets it absorbed rejoining the rain droplets falling down on the roofs and pavements, pattering against windows on buildings left and right.

you made miles a cup of hot cocoa and made one for yourself, too. his had little marshmallows and extra sugar, just the way he liked them. you snuggled up with him as you wrapped a blanket around you two by your shoulders, the two of you getting warmed up by each others' body heat and the fluster you were both experiencing right then and there being in each others' presence after so long. miles chuckled as he looked at the mini marshmallows in his drink. "you remembered how to make my favorite, huh?" he asked you as you blew on your hot cocoa and smiled. "how could i not remember?" you asked him as miles smiled wider and kept chuckling in glee as he sipped on the hot cocoa you made him, with you leaning your head against his shoulder as you two drank up, relishing this moment where you two are just sitting together in comfortable, loving silence—being in each other's company after so, so long; with your free hand on top of his, clutching the back of his hand as miles smiled wider to himself as you held him closely to you, almost as if you were wordlessly telling him, 'i'm glad you came... and i really, really missed you, too'.

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[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 8 Invitation

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

I also do not have any association with Texas A&M or it's staff. It just fits into the storyline.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

You gently turned over in bed, taking care not to disturb Jake who was soundly sleeping beside you, and quietly checked your phone. The screen illuminated the dim room, showing it was 5 a.m. You placed it back down onto your nightstand. It was time for you to start your day.

You shifted your gaze towards Jake, observing his tranquil expression in sleep. Following the heartfelt discussion from the day before, it felt as though you both were navigating towards mending the bonds of your marriage. You had taken him on a tour around the stables and explored the expanse of the ranch together, rounding off the evening by preparing a homemade pizza and indulging in a lighthearted rom-com.

The night ended with a different type of sex. Instead of the intense and pent up sexual tension of four years, it was loving and caring. It was slow and passionate. Once Jake placed his soft lips onto yours and your tongues entwined in a dance of lust in the bedroom, you realized it would be different. That the two of you were on the way towards healing.

Your mouth twisted up into a shy grin, thinking about last night. He had cupped your face and had pulled you into that passionate kiss. He then pulled away and looked into your eyes with a look of desire that made you shiver with anticipation.

He then kissed you again, this time with more passion and urgency. You could feel his hands running down your back, pulling you closer to him. Your breasts pressed against his chest as your tongues danced in each others mouths. You then remember the feeling of his hands moving down to your ass, grabbing it firmly.

You didn't use any protection, just like in the garage, and you sighed. Jake was always good on his promises, except for after the loss of the baby. You smiled, thinking of what your child would look like if you did get pregnant.

At that moment, the sound of a notification from your phone snapped you back to the present. You sighed and reached for it. It was a text message from a veterinary colleague. You opened it.

Check your email.

Curious, you carefully climbed out of bed, taking care not to wake Jake, and slipped into your robe. Tying your hair into a quick, messy bun, you grabbed your cellphone and made your way to the office to check the notification, quietly closing the office door behind you.

Settling into your desk chair, you powered on your computer. After it booted up, you logged in and noticed an email from Texas A&M in your inbox. With a mixture of anticipation and nerves, you clicked to open it.

Dr. Seresin, I know this is short notice, but we would love for you to attend our Large Animal Conference this weekend. I'd love for you to join me in discussing some of your expertise in the health and wellbeing of large animals. Attached you will find my schedule. Thank you. Your friend and colleague, Dr. J. Colson

With your hands still covering your mouth, suppressing the surge of joy within you, the sudden ring of your phone startles you back to the moment. Glancing at the caller ID, you see it's one of your fellow veterinarians from work. Quickly composing yourself, you swipe to answer the call, eager to share the news but also curious about the reason for the call.

"Hello?" you answer, trying to keep your voice steady despite the excitement bubbling inside you.

"Y/N! I saw the email! This is great!" Dr. John Andrysiak said.

"John, I can't believe it! Do you know how many conferences I have been to for Dr. Colson? This is great!"

"I knew you'd be thrilled. Are you okay with it being this weekend?"

"I'm fine as long as you are."

"No. We're good."

"I can't wait to tell Jake."

"Your husband? Is he talking to you?" John asks, knowing about your marriage.

"Believe it or not, he actually came home the other day."

"How's that been going?"

"It's been going. We've been doing a lot of talking."

"Talking is good. It's important," he affirmed, his voice carrying a note of encouragement. "The only thing you have on your schedule is to check out a cow at the Taylor Dairy Farm. Then a couple of beef cattle at Dandridge Ranch. After that, you can work on your presentation and get ready to leave. Will you need a place to stay?"

"No. My in-laws live in Austin, Texas. So, I'm good."

"I knew they were from Texas, but I didn't think that close."

"Yup."

"Well, keep me posted on things and I will see you back here on Monday."

"Actually, could I take next week off? I need to catch up on some things."

"Let me check the schedule." You could hear Dr. Andrysiak typing on the computer. "Yeah. You're good."

"Great. Thanks, John."

"No problem and good luck."

You hung up the phone and leaned back in your chair, feeling a mix of excitement and relief. The opportunity to speak at the Texas A&M Veterinary Conference was a big deal, and having the rest of the week off would give you the time you needed to prepare thoroughly. It also meant you could spend some quality time with Jake and your in-laws in Austin, which was an added bonus.

You smelled the scent of coffee in the air and knew Chuck was in the kitchen. Going through the office doors that led to the living room and kitchen, you headed towards the kitchen.

As you entered the kitchen, the warm, inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee grew stronger, a comforting signal that the day was beginning on a positive note. Chuck, ever the early riser, was standing at the kitchen counter, pouring the dark, rich liquid into a mug. He looked up as you entered, a smile spreading across his face.

"Morning. I saw the office light on," he greeted cheerfully, pushing a mug of coffee in your direction across the counter. "Figured you'd need this."

"Thanks, Chuck," you replied, wrapping your hands around the warm mug. The heat from the coffee seeped into your fingers, chasing away the morning chill. "You always know how to start the day right."

Chuck chuckled, taking a sip from his own mug. "Well, when you've been up as long as I have, you learn a thing or two about morning rituals. How'd you sleep?"

You took a moment to savor the first sip of coffee, letting the caffeine begin its magic. "Pretty well, actually. And I woke up to some good news, so that's a great way to start the day."

"Oh? Do share," Chuck said, leaning against the counter with interest.

You couldn't help but smile, the excitement bubbling up inside you again. "I've been invited to speak at the Texas A&M Veterinary Conference this weekend. It's a pretty big deal."

Chuck's eyes widened, and his smile matched your enthusiasm. "That's fantastic, Doc! Congratulations! You must be thrilled."

"I am," you confirmed, taking another sip of your coffee. "It's an amazing opportunity.

Chuck nodded, understandingly. "You'll do great. You're one of the hardest working people I know. If anyone can pull this off, it's you."

You set your coffee cup down on the island. "Moreover, I've taken the next week off to have some quality time with Jake before his upcoming mission. I'll need you to handle things in my absence."

"Will do, Doc."

At that moment, the bedroom door swung open and Jake emerged, clad in gray U.S. Navy sweatpants, with his dog tags dangling over his bare, muscular chest. His dirty blond hair was tousled, and he rubbed at his green eyes.

"What's happening out here?" Jake inquired as he approached and tenderly kissed your forehead, then took a seat beside you at the kitchen island.

"Morning, Lieutenant. Would you like some coffee?" Chuck asked.

"Absolutely," Jake replied, a smile lighting up his face.

Chuck turned to prepare a cup of coffee for Jake.

Jake glanced at you. "Do you ever catch any sleep?"

You flashed a grin. "Actually, today's a workday, and the farmers are typically up even earlier than now."

Chuck passed the cup of coffee to Jake.

"Thanks," Jake said, expressing his gratitude and taking a sip of the warm brew. "So, back to my original question, what's going on out here?"

Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you looked at him. "I've been invited to be a guest speaker at Texas A&M this weekend."

Jake's eyes lit up, mirroring your enthusiasm. "Y/N, that's fantastic!"

"I've also taken the next week off to spend time at your family's ranch, and then I'll head back to San Diego with you."

Jake stood there, his face a picture of surprise. "Really?"

You confirmed with a nod, "Yes, really." Then, glancing at your watch, you stood up and added, "I need to go get ready for work, but I was just discussing it with Chuck. I'll likely be out for the entire day, but we can catch up more once I'm home."

You kissed Jake quickly on the mouth and then headed towards the bedroom.

Jake looked at Chuck. "So, need help with anything today?"

Now dressed for the day, Jake walked out to the garage with Chuck who was working on the engine you saw when you'd first arrived.

"So, what seems to be the problem?" Jake asked.

Chuck looked up at Jake. "This isn't the problem. This is what we use for the pieced of the problem sitting out in the west field."

"Got it. Why didn't Y/N just buy another tractor?"

"We have one. I found this one in the woods. An old John Deere."

Chuck's explanation made Jake pause for a moment, considering the situation. "An old John Deere, huh? That's a classic. Must have some history to it. It could be worth restoring, not just for the utility, but for the heritage."

Chuck nodded, a gleam of appreciation in his eyes for Jake's understanding. "Exactly. It's not about needing it. It's about bringing something with history back to life. Plus, it could be a fun project for us, don't you think?"

Jake's interest was clearly piqued. The notion of restoring an old tractor, especially a John Deere, appealed to him not just on a mechanical level, but on a sentimental one as well. "I'm in."

"Great. Let's hop in the Gator and ride out to the field. Maybe another set of eyes will help me see what I'm missing."

"Sounds great."

Chuck headed towards the back door of the garage and Jake followed.

"So, how'd you meet, Y/N?" Jake asked.

As they walked toward the back door of the garage, Chuck glanced over his shoulder at Jake, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well, it's quite the story," he began, his tone indicating a mix of fondness and amusement. "You see, Y/N came to my hometown in Wyoming. I had just lost my wife a few months prior and I couldn't take care of my horses any more so I was selling them in the county fair." Chuck paused for a moment, the memory seemingly taking him back. "Y/N was there, looking over animals for free for people, I guess she had heard about my predicament."

The two of them continued out the door and to the Gator parked outside.

As they settled into the Gator, Chuck picked up where he left off, shifting into gear as they began to make their way towards the west field. "Y/N had this look of determination, you know? Came right up to me and asked about the horses. It was clear she wasn't just there to buy; she wanted to understand, to make a real connection."

He navigated the Gator through the rough terrain, his eyes fixed on the path ahead but his mind clearly on the past. "I told her about my wife, about how those horses were more than just animals to us—they were part of the family. I think that struck a chord with her. Y/N didn't just buy both of my horses that day; she offered to help me. Told her about my ranching and cooking days and she offered a job here at the ranch. I didn't have any kids, so I sold my house and moved here. Been the best decision of my life."

Jake listened intently, the landscape rolling by almost a backdrop to the rich narrative unfolding beside him. The story of how Y/N and Chuck's paths crossed and intertwined offered a glimpse into the depth of character and compassion that defined his wife. It was a testament to her ability to see beyond the immediate, to offer support and a new beginning not just to the animals she cared for, but to the people around her as well.

As they reached the part of the field where the problem awaited them, Jake turned to Chuck, a newfound respect in his gaze. "Sounds like Y/N has always had a knack for bringing out the best in those around her, for turning tough situations into new opportunities. I'm grateful she has people like you in her life, Chuck. People who appreciate her for who she is and who have become her family in more ways than one."

"Y/N is like a daughter in my eyes. She's an intelligent young lady," Chuck declared with pride.

Jake nodded, his agreement evident in the warm smile that spread across his face. "I've always known she's special. Hearing you say that only confirms it. She has this ability to make everyone around her want to be better, to do better. It's one of the many reasons I fell for her," he admitted, his voice carrying a mixture of admiration and love.

"She loves you something fierce, Lieutenant."

Chuck's words carried a weight of truth that settled deep within Jake, warming him from the inside out. He glanced sideways at Chuck, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his heart swelling with a mixture of pride and humility. "I know," he responded, his voice soft yet firm, laden with the depth of his feelings. "I don't take it for granted, not for a second. She's my everything."

"She told me about the baby."

The mention of the baby caused Jake's expression to falter momentarily, the smile fading as a shadow of sorrow passed over his face. He took a deep breath, the air heavy with the weight of memories and what-ifs. "Yeah," he finally said, his voice thick with emotion. "Losing the baby... it was the hardest thing we've ever had to face. It changed us, in a lot of ways."

The conversation had taken a turn toward the deeply personal, but there was comfort in the openness, in the sharing of grief and the acknowledgment of healing. Jake felt a sense of gratitude toward Chuck for his understanding, for the space to express these feelings without judgment.

"It's been tough, but we're getting through it. Together," Jake added, his resolve firm despite the pain that lingered. "And knowing that Y/N has someone like you, someone who's been there for her through everything... it means a lot to me. Thank you, Chuck."

The old rancher nodded, his expression one of empathy and respect. "She's got a good heart, and so do you, Jake. You two are building something strong, something that can weather any storm. And remember, you've got folks here who are rooting for you, ready to support you both however we can."

Jake glanced towards Chuck. "Thanks," he said, taking a moment. "Now, let's go check out that tractor."

Both stepped off the Gator and made their way toward the tractor parked at the forest's edge ahead of them.

By the time you guided the F-250 into the garage and stepped out, it was past ten p.m. Instead of Chuck waiting to greet you, Jake in a U.S. Navy tank top and sweatpants, approached the truck and greeted you with a kiss as the garage door closed.

"Hey, babe," he greeted. "You look worn out."

"I am," you acknowledged, shutting the truck door. "There were a couple of beef cattle with fluid in their legs I had to attend to, which wasn't planned."

Jake grimaced. "Ugh, I hate when that happens."

"Yeah."

Together, you made your way slowly toward the entrance of the mudroom.

"I had a chat with my mom today," Jake mentioned. "Told her about your conference and that we'll be visiting."

"That's good. I haven't had the opportunity to call her myself yet."

As you opened the door to the mudroom and stepped inside, Jake followed closely behind.

"Chuck left some dinner for you in the fridge. I'll go warm it up while you get your boots off," Jake said, heading out as you sat down on the bench to remove your boots.

Slipping your feet into your comfortable slippers and picking up your backpack, you made your way to the kitchen. The sole source of light was the one above the sink, casting a soft glow over the room. As you approached the island counter, a piece of paper caught your eye. You walked over slowly, curiosity piqued, picked it up, and began to read:

Head to the bathroom. -Jake

Heading towards your bedroom and then into the bathroom, you found Jake standing beside the bathtub, which was filled with warm water. On the edge, a tray with your dinner had been carefully placed.

You looked at Jake, a sense of awe washing over you.

"Chuck mentioned that if you weren't back by 6, it probably meant you had a tough day, so I figured I'd do something nice for you."

Feeling overwhelmed with gratitude, you managed, "Jake…I don't know what to say."

He approached you, taking the backpack from your grasp. "You don't need to say anything. Just relax, enjoy your dinner, and when you're finished, come meet me in the bedroom."

After saying this, he took your backpack and exited the bathroom, gently closing the door behind him.

You slowly started to take off your clothes and then entered the tub.

Roughly 45 minutes later, you stepped out of the bathroom clad in flannel buffalo plaid pajama pants and a black tank top.

Jake glanced up from where he was sitting on the bed, engrossed in a TV show.

"You seem much more relaxed," he observed.

"I feel it," you agreed, crawling onto the bed to snuggle close to him. Planting a kiss on his cheek, you murmured, "Thank you."

He looked at you, a playful grin spreading across his face. "That's all I get?"

"Forgive me. What was I thinking?" you teased back. Gently taking hold of his face, you pulled him in for a deeper kiss.

As you pulled away, he looks at you, the playful grin still intact. "Much better," he affirmed.

"So, what else did your mom say?"

"She's happy we're trying to work things out."

"I figured as much."

"Honestly, I don't have much choice. To her, you're practically a daughter, and that's saying something, considering I'm her only son."

You chuckled. "True. I've always wondered if she was actually okay with us getting married so quickly."

Jake shrugged. "I didn't know and I didn't care. You ready to go back to Texas?" He asked as he leaned in closer, slid a hand up your tank top and started to fondle your breast.

"Yes, Mr. Seresin," you replied in a teasing tone.

"It's Lieutenant," he corrected with a playful smirk, shifting his hand to your sides to tickle you.

The two of you laughed into the night.

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[carletes]

Las Vegas Revenge Fantasy (just a little bit of it for now! I might write more and depending on how long it gets I’ll upload it to AO3)

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“Bet you won’t.”

“Lando,” Carlos grunted, inserting an impressive warning edge into two syllables that were more noises than anything else.

Lando figured he should be a bit nicer. Carlos had had a time of it. But maybe it was losing the Netflix Cup that gave him the additional push to keep prodding Carlos.

Well, that, and the desire to see justice done for his husband and the rest of the drivers. But if anyone asked, it was definitely the Netflix Cup. And anyway, Carlos looked so despondent—even though his eyes were undeniably full of rage, and he held his mouth in a way that tried to hide a snarl. Even now, sitting on a sofa with his eyes closed and head tipped back in a facsimile of exhaustion, Carlos’ hands were clenched on either thigh.

Ah, fine. He also just wanted to see Carlos really pissed off.

So Lando leaned forward in his own seat and put his hands on Carlos’ clenched fists. He smiled his sweetest smile, the one that he knew would make Carlos melt; and sure enough, when Carlos lifted his head to appraise Lando, his eyes softened. He almost even smiled. But then—

“Bet you fucking won’t. Coward,” Lando purred.

Carlos’ eyes blazed again.

“Ay, Lando,” he said, his voice sharper, and Lando just grinned.

“Prove me wrong, then, if you’re not a coward. Pick up that phone, and send that text.”

There was silence for a few seconds. Lando almost wondered if he’d gone too far. Almost. But then Carlos clenched his jaw even more, and his hand snapped his phone lightning fast up from the console beside him. He didn’t unclench his jaw until he had finished furiously typing into his phone—and he typed for a long time. Then, all of a sudden, his jaw slackened and he leaned back against the sofa again, exhausted.

“I did it.”

Lando beamed and pulled his own phone from his pocket. Sure enough, he had a notification from the driver’s group chat:

-Hi guys. I don’t like making things like this a big deal but […]

“Do you think it’s stupid? Did I write it badly?” Carlos asked, his eyes still closed. But Lando just typed:

-meet @ carlos suite. 1 hour. bring snacks n drinks.

The likes started popping up, first on Carlos’ message, and then on Lando’s.

“Lando?”

“Mate, just look at your phone,” Lando chirped happily, and Carlos groaned and did so. His eyes widened.

“I didn’t think—”

“I think everyone’s been waiting for an excuse,” Lando explained. He rested his cheek on his sweet, angry husband’s thigh, and smiled up at him. Carlos’ eyes softened once more as he looked at Lando, and he even leaned forward to thread his fingers through Lando’s curls. Lando resisted the urge to shiver. “None of us are really happy. ‘sides from maybe Daniel. But I don’t think he likes feeling left out, anyway.”

“It will be huge if Lewis can come,” Carlos mused. “But maybe he will feel like he cannot go against his team? Same with George…”

“They’ll come,” Lando said flatly. “They like you.”

“Ay, it’s not about that—”

“I know,” Lando said, moving to catch Carlos’ fingers between his lips. “It’s about a lot of things. But babe, everyone likes you. And they know what happened to you could have been fucking scary. It could have happened to any of us, but it happened to you. They’ll all come.”

“And you?” Carlos asked, his smile wider now. “Will you come?”

“I’m not missing the party of the year,” Lando sniffed. Carlos laughed, low and earnest, and Lando nuzzled his fingers. He was cognizant now of being on the ground, at his husband’s feet, his face on Carlos’ thigh, Carlos’ fingers so tantalizing in his hair, against his lips. It would be so easy to just—

Carlos’ phone buzzed, and Carlos and Lando broke apart. When had they started kissing? Carlos sighed and reached for his phone, while Lando quietly got off Carlos’ lap, wondering at his own lack of restraint.

“It’s Seb,” Carlos said, surprised. He picked up the phone while Lando started looking around Carlos’ suite. Ah, shit, the lube. They needed to put that way somewhere. Where did they leave the plu—

“Wow. Thank you, Seb,” Lando heard Carlos laugh, genuine appreciation in his voice. “Thank you. And yes, I’m okay. I think we all wish you were here this weekend. Thank you again. Bye.”

“What?” Lando asked as he meandered to the bathroom and saw more evidence of his and Carlos’ debauchery. He sighed and set about cleaning the bathroom.

“He’s going to give interviews on our behalf so we can stay quiet the whole time,” Carlos said, and he sounded truly excited. “We won’t need to talk to anyone. We can just be here.”

Lando smiled widely. He couldn’t help but feel proud of himself for pushing Carlos. “Then make yourself useful and clean this place up,” Lando called. “We’ve got guests coming!”

“Lewis is getting drinks,” Carlos said, laughing, completely ignoring Lando. “And Checo said he’s getting everyone dinner. Nando said he will let only Spanish media know. George says he will be late, but he’s going to have someone make a statement for the GPDA. Lando! This is happening!”

“I told you that,” Lando sighed, but he couldn’t help but smile at Carlos’ excitement. He wanted to kiss Carlos, but someone had to be useful and clean.

Oh, fuck. He wouldn’t be able to kiss Carlos.

“Beds!” Carlos suddenly yelped. “Where will people sleep?!”

“Tell someone to figure it out!” Lando called back. Carlos’ excitement (and hysteria) was infectious.

“Okay. Okay. I will do this.”

Lando just kept smiling. And cleaning.

So much fucking cleaning.

[ark3n]

A Date.

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basic explanation: You are his wife from my previous post. Married for five years, had sex with him already (read my previous post). Let's say that, it is the next day after that night. I won't say anything else, it is just a date and you may be given some surprises. (don't expect too much)

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While you were relaxing in the steamy bathtub, having your hair wrapped in warm towel. Akutagawa wasn't home at that time, he is a mafioso, plus workaholic after all. Of course, he spent most of his time working and he didn't like it when you tried to convince him to take a rest as he thought that it gets in his way. He run away from when you nagged him about it sometimes, even neglected his own health condition. Marrying Akutagawa is not easy at all, that is what you thought.

You sighed heavily to yourself as you think of your beloved husband, finding yourself feeling concerned about him although he is 'strong'. All of the sudden, you heard your phone short notification popped up which means you received a message. You dried your hands using a nearby towel and picked your phone that was beside you, you saw that Akutagawa has sent you a text. He rarely text you first so you could not help but opened your Line.

Akutagawa:

"Meet me at Chinatown, around 4PM."

After you read his message, you felt somewhat weird out about the way he just straight up telling you to meet up when he just can go home. Maybe it was an emergency after all, but why at such a overrated place?

This is Yokohama, Chinatown. [If I'm not wrong]

You checked what's time is it in your phone, it was 1:34P.M. You felt relieved that you have a lot of time to get ready, you stood up out of your bathtub and drained the warm water before you dry yourself using your clean towel. You wrapped your towel around your body and walked out of the bathroom.

#TIMESKIP

You arrived in front of the entrance of Chinatown, it was less crowded than it usually do but there are few foreigners enjoying their time together. You felt a hand touched your shoulder, it was Akutagawa. He was wearing frameless dark glasses, zipped up black coat that cover his neck and black trousers. He crossed his arms as you turned around to see him with that soft smile of yours.

He looked at you with that usually expressionless of his for few seconds, he began to walk into the entrance with you just following him around. You two didn't say any words and you are used to it, Akutagawa only communicate when he wants or needs. You couldn't help but curious since he didn't tell you anything else other than just meet him at a specific place.

"Ryuu, why did you told me to meet you here?" you asked with a soft tone.

"A date." he replied with simple words yet easy to understand.

He looked straight ahead as he was walking with you while you were staring at him. It took you few seconds to react, you just nodded and looked straight ahead. At outside you seemed normal but in the inside, you were blushing really hard as you did not expect this since Akutagawa looked like a person to not have a thought of spending quality time.

You looked at his hand, having a desire to hold it when walking. You decided to just hug his entire arm, he didn't react to it but just put his hands into his pockets then just looked around while walking. The Chinatown have a lot of Chinese restaurants and street foods stall.

The scents of those foods filling your nostrils made you hungry. You tucked Akutagawa's sleeve as you looked up at him.

"Ryuu, I'm hungry. Can we eat at that cafè?" you asked as you pointed at the nearby chinese restaurant that looked fascinating to you.

Akutagawa nodded as a response and walked into that cafè.

You both took your seats beside the window, the female waiter immediately placed two menus on the table before she walk away to serve other customers. After you two finished ordering, you looked at Akutagawa who was sitting across you. Akutagawa was also looking at you and he crossed his arms. You reached out both of your hands across the table towards him while smiling.

"Hey.. I want to hold your hands. Can I?" you smiled excitedly as you asked.

"No.." Akutagawa replied straightforwardly, he felt shy about displaying affection in public although his cold expression shows the opposite.

It hurts slightly but that's okay, as long as he felt comfortable. Few minutes later, your and his foods arrived and got placed on the table carefully. You ordered icy sweet green tea with soup dumplings while he ordered warm oolong tea and soup dumplings.

After meal, he paid for the foods and left the cafè with you. You hugged his arm and rubbed your cheek against his shoulder, he felt shy about it but let it slide.

Time Forward

You both spent quality time together in Chinatown, enjoying delicious street foods and even bought some manga you wanted [ofc using his money]. At home, he took off his coat and hung it on the coat hangers then took off his shoes. You immediately changed into more comfortable clothes; plain t-shirt and shorts. He took a seat on the couch and looked at you as you approached him.

"Thank you for today, the foods are delicious.. also the manga. Thank you for buying them for me." you thanked him with a big smiled then sat closely beside him on the couch.

He nodded in response.

After that, you stood up from the couch and switched off the lights in the living room then sat back closely next to him. You turned on the TV and watched J-drama that you haven't got the chance to continue. Akutagawa just sat beside you, he stared at the TV. He felt curious why you liked watching J-drama so he tried to watch it with you. After sometimes, an inappropriate scene showed up which caused Akutagawa to aroused as he imagined about doing it again with you. He took the remote control and turned the TV off, you looked at him with surprised expression.

"Why did you turned off the TV? I want to watch it.." you asked with a little upset tone.

"You can continue watching that in your phone." he said with cold tone before lean in and pinned you down on the couch.

"Ryuu.. I'm not in the mood for this..." you whispered with a nervous tone as you knew what he wanted now.

"Just a little make out session? No penetration." he asked politely yet bluntly.

You nodded slowly in response then wrapped your arms around his neck.

He leaned to press his lips gently onto your lips, he tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes. He began to rub his lips against yours, his hands grabbed your legs and separated them apart. He put himself in the gap of your legs and wrapped your legs around his waist. You can feel his hard penis inside of his trousers, it was pressing against your clit while he was kissing you.

He then pulled away slightly and lifted up your t-shirt upwards until your breasts exposed. He undone your bra and tossed it aside, he took a gentle bite of your left breast while his hand grabbing the other one. His hand continued to fondle your breast before he kiss you again. He pulled away slightly and kissed your cheek.

"I love you, do you love me back?" he whispered close into your earlobe with husky tone.

"I love you so much.." you replied with soft smiled.

Akutagawa smiled slightly before he kiss you again, he moved his tongue inside of your mouth this time. After several seconds, you pulled away and tried to catch your breath.

"Your breath is smelly, Ryuu.." you said half jokingly.

"Your breath smells like a corpse, now stop complaining." he replied bluntly then kissed your cheek.

You froze as you realized that you forgot to brush your teeth since yesterday's night. You stood up from the couch.

"Wait, I forgot to brush my teeth." you said before walking into the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Akutagawa sighed and walked into the bathroom with you, he also brushed his teeth as he didn't want to be the only one who have stinky breath.

After that, you both went into the bedroom. Akutagawa was no longer horny. You and him were cuddling under the blanket with air-conditioner on and lights were off. You felt something something your nipples, it is just your t-shirt since Akutagawa took off your bra earlier and it was left on the floor in the living room. You sighed as you thought about it and let it be there as you felt lazy. Akutagawa was staring at you, he looks pretty even at such an angle where you can see his mucus inside of his nostrils. You ignored it and closed your eyes then buried your face onto his shoulders.

Few moments later, you can feel Akutagawa grabbing your buttcheeks and even shoved his hands into your plain shorts. Then he rubbed your belly.

"What are you doing, Ryuu?" you asked with annoyed and tired tone.

"I can't sleep, I need these soft fats." he replied bluntly then grabbed one of your breasts.

"Alright, alright.. please be gentle with my breasts." you said in tired tone before you put your arm over his side and rested your cheek against his chest.

He nodded in response.

You sighed and closed your eyes, you and Akutagawa slowly fell asleep.

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I ran out of ideas, hope it's not too boring for ya.

[cherryaxiel]

Kiss Me (Sequel to 'Misunderstood')

Character: Chester Lake

Description: You and Chester go on your first date!

Rating: Mature - Strong language

Monday

7:00 am

Ever since THAT happened, I've been thinking about him for the past two weeks. Daydreaming and coming up with dumb scenarios. I can't help it. We've been texting, but haven't gone on a date because of our busy schedules. I'm trying to get ready for work, but he's still running through my mind. I'm imagining different scenes, waking up in bed with him, him making me breakfast, cuddling on the couch, watching movies together, late night dates- okay I need to focus. It’s Monday, and it’s going to be a long work day. I get dressed after a shower, eat breakfast, feed my cats, it’s my usual morning routine. I work at a thrift store which is just a few blocks from my house so it’s quite convenient. I’ve always loved clothes but I am someone who is big on sustainability, hence why I chose to work with preloved clothes specifically. 

While walking to work, my mind remains plagued with thoughts of him. I sent him a good morning text, wishing him a good day at work. I’m listening to music, allowing myself to seep into my desires. Once I arrived at work, I put down my headphones and prepared myself for the day.

3:00 pm

Oh my god, it was a disaster of a day. The only way I managed to go through it was thinking about him. I’m so fucking pathetic. Oh wow, a guy helped me go through the worst day of my life by invading my brain without even meaning to. Whatever, my shift is over, I’m going home. I packed my shit and left the store. I looked at my phone to see if there’s any messages from him, nothing, not a single message from him the entire day. I feel a certain sadness in my heart. I shrug it off and start walking home.

3:30 pm

When I reached home, I flopped on my couch, stretching all over as my body aches from the day’s labor. My cats came over to me, one loafing on my chest and another laying between my legs. I looked at my phone again, my eyes widened. A text notification from him. I sat up so quickly, shocking my cats. They jump up and about from the sudden movement. “Omg, I’m so sorry,” I blurt out to my cats, before unlocking my phone and pressing on the notification. 

‘I’m so sorry for not texting you the whole day, got held up with a case but no excuses. Let me make it up to you?’ The text from him reads.

I’m giggling and kicking my feet. I calm myself enough to reply, ‘It’s okay, I understand! How are you going to make it up to me?’

‘How about I take you out on a date? Dinner’s on me.’ Free food with a cute guy? Why not, right?

‘Sure! When?’ I replied.

‘Tonight, I’ll pick you up at your place, 6 pm, wear something cute ;)’ 

My cheeks are red, ‘Alright! Here’s my address :) Looking forward to tonight <3’ I managed to send out before turning my phone off and burrowing my face into the couch pillow. My heart’s beating fast. Oh my god, I need to figure out what to wear. 

4:00 pm

I’m stressing out, laying on the floor in defeat with piles of clothes scattered around me. I literally couldn’t find anything to wear. I decided to get back-up and called Selina. Thankfully she lives nearby, so she was able to get to my house quickly.

“OMG babe, did a hurricane come through this place?” Selina walks into my room, seeing the mess I made, and carefully making sure she isn’t stepping on my clothes.

“I don’t know what to do! I have nothing to wear!” I sat up on the ground with my face buried in my hands.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” Selina gets to work almost immediately. 

5:45 pm

Selina managed to get me cleared up and dressed, having enough time to clean up the mess I made earlier in my room. It’s 15 minutes before Chester arrives and I’m a nervous wreck. It’s my first date in a long time after all. Selina is comforting me by providing me positive affirmation and making jokes. 

15 minutes later, I could hear the sound of a car parking in front of my apartment building. It doesn’t take long before there’s a knock on my door. Selina does one last check of my appearance. I walk towards the door, prepping and hyping myself up. I took a deep breath and exhaled, opening the door to Chester holding a bouquet of flowers and a cheeky grin on his face. He’s wearing a black blazer, trousers, and shoes with a white dress shirt that has the first button unbuttoned. He looks me up and down. Oh my god, he’s checking me out. 

“Good evening, love.” He says in such a sensual voice that I feel like I’m about to fall to my knees but I stood firmly.

“Good evening, Chester,” I smiled with my cheeks all flushed, I tried very hard to hide my infatuation even though in my brain, I’m screaming.

“These are for you, flowers as beautiful as you,” he passes the flowers to me. I took the flowers and enveloped it into a slight hug while smelling it.

“Well, well, look who’s here,” Selina approaches from behind me and stands beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, “Take care of my sibling, will you?” She plays it off as a joke, but there’s a hint of aggression in her voice to show she actually means it.

“Of course, I’ll take care of your precious gem.” He extends an arm out to me, prompting me to hold his hand, which I do. “Shall we?” He asks, I nod. As we walk out my door, I look back mouthing ‘Oh my god’ to Selina, who gives me an encouraging smile and two thumbs up.

As we approach his car, he opens the passenger seat door for me. I thanked him and sat inside with the bouquet of flowers in my hand. I’m nervously picking at my fingers as he gets into the driver’s seat, putting his seatbelt on after helping me with mine which was totally unnecessary but he did it anyway. I thanked him again. He gives me a smile before we drive off.

6:30 pm

We parked near the restaurant and it didn’t seem too crowded. Chester was able to get a reservation from this place since it was a Monday night. He opens the car door for me again and I get out of the car, leaving the flowers in the car and giving my thanks to him again. He closes the car door and locks his car before extending his arm towards me, wanting me to hold his arm closely. With me practically clinging onto him, we enter the restaurant.

Once we’re inside the restaurant and the waiter seats us at our table, we go over the menu. “Been here before?” Chester starts the conversation. 

“Nope, it’s my first time, what about you?”

“Same here, I heard good things about this place so I thought it was a good idea to experience it for the first time with you tonight.” His eyes were sparkling in the candle light and the way it made him look was making my heart flutter.

“Ah, I see.” I looked back down to the menu. I didn’t want to meet his gaze again, it was so captivating that I thought I was going to be pulled into him like being drowned by the thundering waves of the deep blue sea.

After a while, we ordered our food. I felt awkward in his presence. I’m not sure what it is about him but I’m anxious and I’m picking at my fingers again. He notices this, so he takes my hand in his, laying it gently on the table and caresses it. I let out a light gasp but all he does is give me a reassuring smile. For whatever reason, it comforts me. My heart slows. Maybe it’s also the calm atmosphere, or the jazz music playing in the restaurant, but I start to feel comfortable and my body relaxes. 

7:45 pm

We’re sitting for about an hour, talking about our backstories and lives. We eventually talk about our love life and how it has been. At this point, I’m sitting next to him, caressing his arm, and we’re looking deeply into each other’s eyes.

“How many dates have you been on?” I asked him.

“Too many to count, honestly.” He shrugs.

“Really? Can’t relate, it’s hard for me to find anyone I’m interested in.” I look down at his arm, drawing hearts on it with my finger.

“Oh? So, I’m interesting?” He jokes, making me lightly smack his arm.

“Were any of them bad?” I looked up, waiting patiently for his answer.

“This one time...” He recalls a story.

“Oh my god, that’s so bad.” I laugh at his story, appalled by it.

“Is my pain funny to you?” He laughs, which makes me laugh a bit harder. We tried to silence our laughter as we remembered we were in a restaurant and people were starting to stare at us.

“Hey, I'm craving ice cream. I noticed an ice cream place nearby, let’s leave and buy some. The desserts here don't sound too good.” He chuckles at my last comment and agrees. We left once he had paid for our meals.

8:15 pm

After getting ice cream, we decided to walk through a nearby park. The sky was so clear that we could see the stars and the moon. Other than the crickets chirping loudly, there was silence in the park. It was just us, and I found profound peace being next to Chester.

“Let’s sit here.” Chester gestures to a bench, holding my hand and lightly pulling me to it before I follow him. We sat down on the bench and finished off our ice cream. We looked up to stare at the starry night sky. The night was becoming colder, and I realized I was starting to shiver from it. I’m guessing he was feeling cold too because unconsciously, we got closer to each other. It was almost as though our bodies were seeking and moving towards each other for warmth. Chester notices that I was shivering, so he wraps his blazer around me, our faces closing into each other. So damn close. He looks at my eyes, then to my lips, and back to my eyes again. I did the same to him. His hand reaches to cup my face, holding me so gently. I sink into his hand, into his warmth. Before I knew it, he’s leaning in, we're both leaning in. Our lips meet, and my heart bursts like fireworks sparked on New Year's. Butterflies swarm my stomach. His other hand holds my waist, and my hands are on his chest. His lips are so soft, a juxtaposition from the rough hands on me. In each second, we deepen the kiss as if we're going to swallow each other whole. His hands move to my back to pull me closer, like he doesn't want me to leave his grasp, as I cup his face with both of my hands. After a few while, we pull away, breathless. All we could do was look into each other’s eyes as we catch our breath before we laughed at how flustered the other looked.

“Let's get you home, love.” He sees my tired eyes, and stands up, extending a hand to me once again. I nodded and held his hand. We walked back to his car, he opened the car door for me, I gave my thanks, and we drove back to my apartment.

9:00 pm

We arrived at my house. I tried leaving the car first with the bouquet of flowers but he told me to wait, wanting to open the car door himself.

“Aren't you tired of that?”

“Of course not, anything for my love. It's only the bare minimum.” I blush, giving him a peck on the cheek as a ‘Thank you’ after leaving the car. We walked up to the front door of my apartment.

“I had a wonderful time, we should do this again, Chester.”

“Me too, I hope to see you again. Have a good night, love.” 

I give him a kiss on the lips before bidding him farewell, making the both of us smiley and giddy. Chester leaves as I open my door with my house keys to see Selina on the couch with my cats, watching a movie. 

Once I closed and locked the door, placing the bouquet of flowers onto a nearby table, Selina urged me, “Oh my god, spill the deets!” Selina and I spent the night talking about the date with snacks and movies before passing out on the couch, with me still wearing his blazer.