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[dizzyp0p]

moon boy

Summary: the one where sirius, james, and peter figure out remus is a werewolf

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Sirius Black couldn’t figure out the fourth boy that occupied the Gryffindor second year boys dormitory: Remus Lupin.

He had been trying to do it for the past year and a half that he had known Remus. Remus Lupin, Sirius noted, kept to himself, would smile when his three roommates would mess about and make terrible (but in a 12 year old’s mind hilarious) jokes, and hum along whenever there was music playing in the common room when he sat near his housemates. He made brilliant additions to their mischief. He was also smart, Sirius would argue he was one of the smartest people in their year though he knew that the twelve year old would vehemently disagree with this statement. If Sirius pushed so he could learn more about him though, the young boy would immediately shut down. He would drop the little smile that had been gracing his lips and bury his head back into whatever book he was more than likely holding in his hands.

Sirius knew there was something else to him. There had to be.

No one had cool scars like Remus and was boring.

“Maybe you just scare him,” James Potter, Sirius’s best friend, had said one night when it was just the other three second year Gryffindor boys in the dormitory. Remus was nowhere to be found, which was a common occurrence every few weeks or so. “You scared Pete almost all of first year.”

Peter Pettigrew, their other dorm mate, whipped his head up from the chessboard that he had been eyeing intensely. He was playing against James and taking the game a little too seriously.

“He did not,” the stout blonde boy shot back quickly, causing James to cast Sirius a look, grinning mischievously.

“See?” James asked, calling for a piece on his chessboard to move. “You’re not even doing anything Black and you’ve got him shaking like a-”

“Knight to E5,” Peter squeaked out, crossing his arms over his chest in a gesture of confidence.

James blinked in surprise as he looked back to the chessboard, cursing softly under his breath at the sight of Peter getting him with a checkmate.

Sirius barked out a laugh. “C’mon, Pete. You’re too good at the game! You gotta go easy on Potter now and again or you’ll completely destroy his ego worse than Evans does everytime she calls him insufferable.”

James’s face turned red and he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out which was natural at the mention of Lily Evans.

Peter shook his head as he began to clean up the game. “Where’s the fun in that? It isn’t my fault that James is horrible at the game-”

“Now you both are just being mean,” James grumbled, moving off of Peter’s bed where the two had been playing chess and went to sit beside Sirius on the windowsill.

“-plus,” Peter continued, “he’s the only other person that I can play with whenever Remus isn’t here. Madame Pomfrey won’t let me visit him in the hospital wing so I can play against him.”

Sirius turned his head to look back out the window. It was a clear night out, with stars visible and the moon shining that Sirius couldn’t help but briefly admire. It was late but luckily for the boys they had no classes the next day.

“He’s sick again?” Sirius asked, breaking the few seconds of silence.

“I saw him leaving dinner early and he said he wasn’t feeling well or something,” James said with a nod, pushing his glasses up his nose. “He’s sick like every month. I worry about him. He looks so… worn after he gets back from the hospital wing.”

Sirius tore his gaze away from the window, considering James curiously. “Do you think he might be dying?” he asked, not giving the question a second thought.

James shot Sirius a look. “Well, I hope not.”

Sirius laughed, letting his hands up in exasperation. “I’m only asking! I mean you said it yourself, he comes in exhausted after a night in the hospital wing and like he came back from some war.”

“I didn’t mean that I thought he was dying though.”

“Maybe he’s turning into a werewolf,” Peter said, sitting himself in front of the two boys on the floor.

Sirius could only roll his eyes. “That’s not even a little funny, Pettgrew.”

Peter scoffed and rolled his own eyes in return. “At least mine has some merit.”

“No it doesn’t,” Sirius said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sirius watched at the corner of his eye as James turned his head to look out the window before he said, “Well, it is the full moon.”

“See?” Peter said with a small laugh, relishing in the fact he did have something to back up his ridiculous claim.

Ridiculous as it was though, Sirius found his head turning to look back out the window, his eyes once again landing on the bright moon that was shining in the sky. He squinted at it suspiciously.

“Huh,” Sirius said after a moment, letting the thought actually sit in his head for longer than a second.

Silence fell between the three boys, their eyes trailing the moon that was in their line of sight from the Gryffindor tower. It was pretty that night and Sirius found his eyes falling from the moon to look over the Hogwarts grounds like he was going to spot something moving, something that maybe would explain…

“You know,” Sirius mumbled, “he is sick a lot.”

“At least once a month,” James offered.

“And he has scars,” Peter said.

Sirius grinned at that. “Bloody cool scars.”

Silence fell over the three boys again and they turned their heads to look between one another. It was right there.

“He did miss that astronomy class last month,” James said, a grin creeping up on his face. “Remember?”

“You mean,” Peter said, his eyes widening a bit and Sirius could swear he was also biting back a smile, “the one we did during the-”

“Full moon,” the three second years finished in unison.

They let themselves break into grins, the mischievous kind, the kind that said they knew something that everyone else did not.

“Lads,” Sirius said, clapping his hands together. “I think we cracked it.”

—-

Remus Lupin desperately needed a nap.

Madame Pomfrey offered for him to stay for the day and catch up on sleep in the hospital wing but Remus had politely declined her offer. He never felt comfortable in there no matter how many times he had been in there, it felt like it was too easy for anyone to find him and end up asking questions that Remus still couldn’t think of a straight answer for. It was already bad enough that the second year Gryffindor boys Remus’ had to share a dorm with her practically Daily Prophet reporters based on how often they needed to ask Remus what he was up to, he didn’t need others on his heels either.

To be fair, it was mostly Sirius Black who was in Remus's case.

When Remus arrived at the dorm, he was mildly surprised to see the three of them in there and playing exploding snaps. Their heads immediately snapping up in unison as they looked to Remus with grins that he sadly recognized all too well after the time they had spent together in the same house.

Remus let the door close behind him and said a firm “No,” before moving towards his bed.

That prompted something from Sirius (Remus was learning slowly that his words always prompted something in response from Sirius Black). “We didn’t even say anything!”

Remus let out a sigh and held back a wince of pain as he sat on his bed. His body was bruised a little more than usual that day. Full moons and transforming were always a pain for Remus and he knew they were never going to get any easier but today was… ugh.

“You don’t have to,” Remus said, not meeting any of their intense gazes. “You three have the same face whenever you have an idea in your head.”

Sirius, Remus sighed, got up from where he had been sitting on the ground and joined the young Gryffindor on his bed, jumping onto it. “And what terrible idea do you think might be in our heads, hm?”

Lupin bit back a smile. “You’re the one who said it was terrible.”

James and Peter snickered from where they sat on the ground, ending their game. James and Peter moved to join Remus and Sirius on the bed.

Merlin, Remus thought as he stifled a yawn. He really wanted that nap.

“You’re too easy to read, Black,” James said grinning at his best friend.

“This isn't even about the prank against Snivellus!” Sirius said quickly, still grinning. “Which, for your information Lupin, when we do get to discussing my plan, it is actually brilliant. You just have to see the vision. Imagine the greasy git with,” Sirius held out his hands dramatically, making them shake like they were sparklers, “pink hair.”

Remus laughed softly under his breath. “I’d prefer not to,” he muttered and rubbed his eyes. “Look, I would love to help you guys plan but I am beat.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Sirius prodded Remus’s cheek just as the young boy was going to let himself drift off to sleep even if the boys were talking over him (it wouldn’t have been a first). “I promise this isn’t about that prank though. Come on. Up.”

When Remus dropped his hands, he found the three boys looking over at him. Remus looked between the three of them, his eyes landing on Sirius’s light colored eyes last. “What?”

Sirius’s grin only further widened. “We,” Sirius said slowly, “know your secret.”

It took everything in Remus’s body to not react. To not panic. “Black, it’s no secret that I would like to sleep in some more before I have to deal with you yelling in my ear.”

“Not that,” James said with a laugh. “He means…” his eyes flicked between the other two boys on Remus’s bed, “the other thing.”

Panic was settling into Remus’s gut. Before he could get a word out, he was startled by Sirius grabbing onto his shoulders and shaking him with the most maniacal grin Remus had ever seen him wear.

“You’re a werewolf aren’t you?” Sirius blurted out “It’s okay if you can’t say it or something but you should blink once if yes though.”

Remus moved quickly away from the three boys he considered his friends, nearly falling off his bed in the process. He didn’t even need to say anything and knew he had messed up somewhere along the way. How did they figure out he was? There shouldn’t have been a way-

“Woah, Lupin,” Potter called out. Remus didn’t even realize he was swaying until James was standing in front of him, his hands on Remus’s shoulders to steady him. His eyes bore into Remus with concern now. “Deep breaths. We’re not gonna hurt you.”

That almost got a laugh out of Remus. “You’re not gonna hurt me?” Remus breathed in shakily, shaking his head but he didn’t move away from James, not even when Sirius and Peter came over to the two of them, both standing on either side of him. “I should-”

“Be the one saying that to us?” Sirius said. He was still smiling like there wasn’t a care in the world and Remus never knew how he did it. “We already know that.”

“How?” Remus blurted out with a shake of his head. “How did you find out?”

“Well last night was the full moon,” James said, shooting a sideways glance to Sirius who was still grinning.

Sirius seemed a bit disgruntled by this fact. “Peter was the one who figured it out though. Took him too long to connect the dots in my opinion…”

Peter looked offended by this. “Well at least I figured it out. You just thought he was probably dying-”

Remus forced himself out of his head at those words. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was finding it harder and harder to breathe, harder to swallow. He shot a look at Peter then whipped his head to Sirius. “Why did you think I was dying?”

Sirius blinked, looking at Remus. “You’re always gone,” he said so easily, like that made much sense. Remus couldn’t think of a good enough argument though.

“You look like a ghost, Lupin,” James said. His voice had gone surprisingly soft. There was a hint of worry in his gaze that oddly enough was something that was calming Remus down. Though, he couldn’t say why or how. “We’re not upset, you know.”

“I-” Remus stuttered out, taking a step back from the boys. “What about scared?”

“Well…” James shared a look with the other two, one that Remus could read because he had been around them all enough to know exactly where their thoughts were, “we’re still here aren’t we?”

“And obviously we won’t tell anyone.” This was Sirius who had crossed his arms over his chest. “We already swore and everything.”

James and Peter nodded, verifying Sirius’ words.

“You… swore?” Remus asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“Obviously,” Sirius said. He grinned that grin that was so ridiculously contagious most of the time but Remus couldn’t bring himself to return it. His anxiety was slowly settling. It shouldn’t have but these boys - his friends - had that weird effect on him. “If anyone spills it then they’re shunned - and we’ll probably kill them. Pettigrew doesn’t think he can handle a murder though so we’ll stick with shunning for now until we change his mind.”

James slapped his hand on Peter’s shoulder with that grin that mirrored Sirius’. “And you know we’ll change his mind. We know Peter here is as evil as they come even if he won’t admit it yet.”

Peter grumbled something under his breath but Remus noted his lips quirking up anyway.

It took Remus a ten count before he could blurt out, “Why though?”

“Why what?” Sirius sighed.

“Why keep it a secret?” Remus shook his head. It didn’t make sense to him. He couldn’t believe they were still in the same room with him. “You know what werewolves are don’t you?”

Sirius barked a laugh then looked between James and Peter. “He thinks he doesn’t know what werewolves are. Can you believe him?”

“What do you take us for, Lupin?” James asked.

“Honestly?” Peter grinned slowly, getting back into the groove of the conversation.

“Okay,” Remus huffed, “then why?”

“Because we’re your friends,” James said with a roll of his eyes. “We just wanted you to know so you don’t have to keep lying to us about where you run off to every month.”

“Which,” Peter, “we still don’t really know where you go every month...”

“Baby steps, Pettigrew.” Sirius said with a light flick of Peter’s ear, making Peter swat his hand away in retaliation. “Plus, Lupin did say he was beat. You should rest up. Sure you had a long night.”

Remus scoffed, unable to stop a stupidly giddy sort of smile from coming on his lips. “You lot act like I will be able to get any sort of rest after this conversation.”

James’ eyes lit up. “Brilliant, you can help us then. Sirius came up with this brilliant idea yesterday after dinner that we could sneak a hair color changing potion from Zonko’s into Snivellus’ dinner - I was thinking the color red would look good but I think he might enjoy that too much because of his obsession with Evans. Which I must say-”

Remus couldn’t bite back the smile as he watched James walk back to his bed, rambling on and on. Remus glanced over at Sirius who was still standing nearby and gave Remus a smile and a half shrug like he was saying “what can you do?” before moving to return to his own bed.

Remus could only sigh as he sat on the edge of his own bed, his lids still heavy with exhaustion but something else fluttered in him that he knew would not let him rest. Not yet at least.

He couldn’t do anything about that either.

[ibvix]

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Bf!Toji Masturbation Headcanons.

warnings: éxpílíct smút, 18+ thémés, másturbátion, phóne séx, yándéré tójì, bf tójì, big díck tójì, prófáníty, mdní.

note. hot 🥵 I promise. enjoy this in the cold weather my loves <3

Toji who is so horny all the time it’s impossible for you to keep up with his needs and sex drive.

Toji who loves you so much, he is borderline obsessed with you and so needy, he’s not ashamed of it. You are such a sexy woman that his body automatically reacts to you.

Toji who can’t help but fail, in controlling his libido. Because it’s your fault— you make it hard and you make it impossible.

Toji who feels bad for keeping you up all night long and fucking you until you can’t walk straight and feel him for days.

But then one day, you give him a solution to this problem.

And that solution? It’s so simple..

Toji is a speechless mess when you suggest masturbation to him in order to relieve himself and relief you too.

At first, Toji… who is really confused and angry at your suggestion because it feels like to him that you don’t want him anymore or maybe that you’re tired of him and this relationship..

But when you look at him with those eyes of yours and politely explain your problem that it is hard for you to keep up with him sometimes? He understands.

Toji who actually takes your suggestion seriously, and tries to work on it.

The problem is though that he’s always horny for you.

It doesn’t help when you’re talking to him on the phone and the sound of your voice is making his cock harden instantly, even when you’re not there.

So he, remembering your suggestion, slowly lets his sweatpants down, talking to you in that breathy deep voice of his.

“Mhmm yeah keep talkin’ baby… mhmm yeah? Hm? Really she said that? What a bitch.” he listens to you rant, you had a bad day at work because of a bitchy coworker of yours.

Mina that coworker of yours deserves to have a special place in hell for herself for giving you a hard time and he will personally make sure that she does but right now all he cares about is getting off.

His dick is painfully hard. The more you talk the more it gets reactive and harder.

Toji takes it out of his boxers, the hard leaking thick cock of his pulsing in his hand as he stares at it, his eyes widen in surprise and fascination.

The cock pulses the more you talk, Toji groans as he finally starts to touch himself, “I-Uhhh yeah yeah ‘m listenin’ to you baby- ah yeah..yeahhh.”

You don’t catch on the way he’s so beathless and almost dazed, you are too busy being angry at your coworker to notice his tone changing

He touches the tip, squeezing it and he groans in pain & pleasure, he bites his hand to muffle the sound.

“Uh no… no no it’s nothing keep talking. I just I fucking hit myself accidentally…” he laughs, stroking his hard thick length.

He’s going to cum soon. He strokes it harder, squeezing, he closes his eyes, suddenly imagining your mouth on him instead of his hand, you gagging and choking-

Making a saliva filled, disgusting mess on his cock as you take him deeper in your throat.

“O-Oh fuck mmm- yn can you tell me you love me?”

He suddenly quickly interrupts your rant, “p-please fuckin- just- *pants* tell me you love me okay?”

“Toji darling are you OK? What kind of request is this? I’m literally so angry right now.” You ask him out of concern and that turns him on even more.

“J-Just fuckin tell me shhh…” he strokes himself harder.

“Ugh okay fine. I love you so much.” You angrily grumble and that’s what gets him cumming super hard on his own hands, he keeps cumming as he finally lets out a guttural moan into the phone.

“T-Thank you princess mhmm looks like your remedy worked. Just had a mind blowing orgasm. Now keep ranting.”

He laughs and you’re just so speechless.

[norrisainz33]

Girl Dad || LS2

☆ summary: Logan’s longtime partner is a single parent and he absolutely loves being a girl dad

☆ pairing: logan sargeant x parent!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none and mentions of pregnancy

☆ requested: yes - changed it a little bit but hope you like! haven’t written about kids and family before so i did my best! thank you so very much for taking the time to request 🫶🏻

a/n: y/d/n = your daughters name

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ynuser: family time with my favorite people! oh what i wouldn’t give for summer break to last forever 🤍

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lilymhe: summer break is fun and all but i miss you and y/d/n 😫

ynuser: we miss you too lils

alex_albon: the break literally just started and you saw each other yesterday

lilymhe: wondering who it was that asked you?

user1: logie bear and his girls 🥹

user2: mother is mothering

user3: it can since ur man has no job

user4: i mean this with full disrespect- f u 🖕🏻

logansargeant: it could last forever if we moved to florida 😉

ynuser: you know i love you logan but i will not be moving to florida

yourbff: little lady is getting so big omg i have to visit soon

ynuser: yes pls come visit!!

user5: looking forward to all the logan dad content this break

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user18: frat boy and dad logan all in one post im going to combust

user19: i love how he posts y/d/n more than y/n , he do be loving the honorary dad life

ynuser: cowabunga!

logansargeant: ❤️🏄‍♀️

williamsracing: hope you are enjoying summer break logan!

oscarpiastri: with what skills are you teaching y/d/n to surf?

logansargeant: i’ll have you know im quite good

ynuser: that is generous logan

user23: logan is so dilf coded this makes so much sense

user27: do we wanna take bets on how long it is till he proposes?

user44: gotta be before the end of the season. i’m thinking summer break is the perfect time

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user88: PRETTY PRINCESS LOGIE BEAR

user28: princess logan was not on my bingo card but i am so here for it

logansargeant: i love both of my pretty princesses so much

logansargeant: (i thought we agreed you wouldn’t post these pictures of me and y/d/n)

ynuser: but they’re just so cute 🥹

alex_albon: oh look at this big softie

ynuser: he’s the biggest softie

logansargeant: please i have an image to protect

alex_albon: no you don’t

oscarpiastri: ok twinkle toes

ynuser: don’t make me pull up the pictures of you at y/d/n’s tea party

oscarpiastri: uncle oscar will be quiet

landonorris: SIMP

logansargeant: guilty

user29: he’s not the step father,,, he’s the father who stepped up 🗣️

user13: they’re not even married

user29: YET user13 YET

user34: seeing logan with y/d/n is so healing. we stan a man who loves his kids (even if they’re not his kids just his beautiful partners kids)

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user43: don’t mind me screaming my head off rn

user89: logan hunter sargeant the man that you are

landonorris: post anything other than y/n or y/d/n challenge failed

logansargeant: hey the second photo is just me!

ynuser: you have no business looking that good at the gym

logansargeant: sorry baby 😉

lilymhe: no matter how cute the pic is, socks with sandals is criminal

logansargeant: thanks for the feedback lily 😭

user42: i think these 2 pics might be the death of me

user46: thank you for feeding us papa sarge

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ynuser: y/d/n says she wants to drive logan’s f1 car one time and now he’s got her out here with her own kart. she’s a fast one tho just like her favorite guy 🤍

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user33: project sargeant is a go

user55: honestly y/d/n could drive the williams f1 car.. it may as well be a tractor at this point

logansargeant: had to make sure my girl could follow her dreams!

ynuser: she does want to be just like you 🥹

user76: i am going to lay in the road this is so

lilymhe: i miss little my race car driver!! also im obsessed with her pink helmet

ynuser: we can’t wait to see you in a couple days🫶🏻

maxverstappen1: love to see it! if she needs any pointers, i’d be happy to help 😉

ynuser: you and p should come by! she misses you both (and the cats too)

maxverstappen1: when you’re in monaco next we will get together!

user56: this just in - y/d/n is arrow mclarens next driver!

user38: f1 academy’s newest star

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logansargeant: surprise! we’re getting married and we’re expecting! baby sargeant coming spring 2025. we love you so much already little one 🤍

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user88: just fell to my knees in this walmart parking lot

user46: i’ve never been more happy for two people in my whole life

ynuser: can’t wait to be your wife and meet our little bundle of joy 🫶🏻

logansargeant: i could not be more excited 💙

lilymhe: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

ynuser: same

alex_albon: my two favorite people are going to get married and have a baby wow

ynuser: 🥹🥹🥹

user34: logan is already the best dad to y/d/n , ik he’s gonna be the best to this little one too 😭

user76: RAHHHHH BABY AMERICA 🇺🇸🦅🦅🇺🇸

oscarpiastri: congratulations you too. big love to you both 🧡

ynuser: we love you uncle oscar

logansargeant: thanks osc 💙

lilyzneimer: YAYY!!!! beyond excited for you both. love love love love you 🧡

ynuser: love you more ms maid of honor 🤍

user75: if y/nlogan have no fans then i am dead

user27: sargenation won with this. our boy is so happy and that’s all that matters

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I KNOW BETTER THAN TO CALL YOU MINE

Pre outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader || 7k

Summary: Joel lets himself have a treat. You.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, slight age gap (reader’s in her early 20s, Joel is 30), sex work, idiots in love, soft Joel, praise kink, size kink, f/m oral, cum eating, alcohol consumption, m!masturbation, sex toy usage, bondage, protected/unprotected piv, creampie, light pussy spanking, somno, aftercare, mention of degradation, pet names (baby, sweetheart, honey). Reader has hair, wears dresses. Pics are for the mood only, reader has no specific physical descriptions.

A/n: this is for @janaispunk ‘s 1500 kisses challenge. My prompt was ‘first kiss’ with Joel Miller. Congrats again, Jana, and thank you for the fun challenge!😘 The pic in the m/b is from this post by @liminaltourist. Hugs and kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘🫂 dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕 The title is from the lyrics of ‘Let’s fall in love for the night’ by FINNEAS. Hope you will enjoy this story! Love you all!💖

MASTERLIST

Joel met you at Tommy’s birthday party and was instantly attracted to you. You were beautiful, sweet, funny, a little shy which he found charming. You told him that you worked as a waitress, meanwhile looking for a steady job after graduating college. He spent the whole night talking to you. The whole night being a couple of hours when he had a sitter for Sarah. Joel noticed a trace of sadness in your gorgeous eyes while you two were saying your goodbyes and for a second he regretted the way his life turned out. A single father at the age of thirty, working tirelessly to give his daughter the best life he could. But all the regrets vanished into thin air the moment he returned home and saw Sarah, sleeping peacefully in her bed. He planted a gentle kiss on her temple and quietly went to his empty bedroom. She was his life and he was ok with it.

Next time when Joel went out with Tommy for a drink, he asked about you in passing. He tried to make it seem like a simple curiosity but his younger brother still gave him a knowing smirk. Joel really liked you but his life was hectic enough. Work and being a single parent took all his time and he couldn’t squeeze in a relationship. He wouldn’t be a good boyfriend, he thought, and you deserved only the best. But your image— your eyes, your smile, your body, was flashing behind his eyes again and again, reminding him that he had needs and desires.

After a few beers and tequila shots, their conversation circled back to you and Tommy blabbed out that you worked as an escort. Joel was astonished. You seemed shy and sweet. He had never been against sex work but he always imagined a different type of people in that business. He didn’t know what to make of it but he felt his cock twitch, thinking of how sexually liberated you were.

He thought about asking for your number, but Tommy would tease him to death and he decided not to.

The next time you met Joel was at another Tommy’s party. Joel agreed to come, wanting to see you again. You talked and laughed like before but the air was almost electric between you two. The glances were darker, your hand brushing his skin here and there made him want more— touch you, feel you close against his body. He could save up and do all that if you agreed. So he made a decision and offered to drive you home when the party was over.

As soon as Joel parked his car at your driveway, he cleared his throat and asked if he could see you sometime.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” Your voice was soft and a shy smile tugged at your lips.

“Ehm… fuck, I —I know what you do,” Joel admitted, turning to you slightly in the driver’s seat, “Tommy told me when he was drunk. Forgive him and me, please, ok? And— I don’t know what you call that, but— can I meet you for an appointment?”

Your face fell and you were blinking at him with a mouth agape. Joel’s heart froze- what if Tommy had been fucking with him and you didn’t sleep with people for money.

After a few longest seconds of his life, you took a deep breath and gave him a little nod. Joel asked you about the details and you explained to him what he needed to do to book a session with you and though you were talking about sex, it sounded cold and dry. You gave him a little smile before getting out of the car and he drove off with the thought that he had made a mistake.

He really didn’t plan to call you, thinking he had killed whatever spark and connection you two had, but his thoughts returned to you again and again. He was hearing your laugh everywhere and your face was behind his eyelids every time he went to sleep.

One night after a few beers he imagined you in his bed and his hand flew to his already stiffening cock. He shut his eyes and saw you next to him, naked and ready for him. Pleasuring himself, Joel imagined your hand wrapped around his length, sliding up and down, then your mouth sucking on his tip and soon he was spurting his load all over his stomach and fist. He could have you, you already agreed to it, and he deserved to feel good, to treat himself once in a while. With those thoughts on his mind he texted you and booked a session.

Joel tried to be on time for your first meeting, but everything seemed to go wrong that day and when he arrived at a hotel, you were already waiting for him at the bar. He showered you with apologies for being late but you assured him that it was ok. He felt the flames of desire, when he took you all in. Your black dress was hugging your body perfectly and he couldn’t wait to take it off you.

You had already got a room for them so Joel followed you to the elevator. He had never been that nervous in his life. You must have noticed it, so you took his hand and gave him a warm smile.

“I’m so glad we’re doing this, Joel.”

“Never done this before,” he admitted when the elevator doors opened and you walked to the room.

“It’s ok, Joel. I’m sure we’re going to have a great time,” you said, smiling to him, and opened the door.

When Joel stepped inside, he saw a typical hotel room with one big bed. You turned to him and asked,

“Before we start, do you have any questions or suggestions about what you want us to do?”

Joel swallowed loudly.

“I want —, he scratched the back of his neck and continued, “just the usual, I guess.”

“The usual?” you repeated with a little smirk.

“Yeah, just sex.”

You pouted your lips in thought, then smiled with mischief in your gaze and slowly came up to him.

His breath hitched when your behavior changed in front of his eyes, like a little kitten turned into a panther in a matter of seconds. You looked the same but there was an allure in your every move, each glance was magnetic, as if you were calling for him to touch you, fuck you. You were irresistible. Your body was inches away from him, your perfume subtle but enticing, enveloping him, and you purred,

“I don’t think we want it to be ‘just’ sex, Joel. How about we make it special.”

Your tongue caressed your lower lip and he slowly leaned down. You swiftly swerved him and instead of tasting your lips, he nuzzled your cheek.

“I’m sorry, Joel— I don’t kiss on the lips during sessions.”

“Oh fuck, sorry.” Joel felt really bad and explained, “I got carried away... I’ve read the rules you sent me… I remember no kissing part, like in “Pretty Woman”,” Joel chuckled, rubbing his scruffy cheek in a nervous gesture.

You giggled, too, probably trying to make him feel more comfortable, “Yes, just like in “Pretty Woman.”

Without noticing it, he tried to memorize the sound of your laugh, how pretty it was. You slightly pulled away from him and tilted your head.

“How about I take the lead at first and then we’ll see how it goes?”

Joel nodded. He wanted to take your dress off, carry you to the bed and fuck you till you screamed his name. But he was afraid to do something wrong, he’d never been in that type of situation. You took his hand and gently caressed it, your fingers dancing over his hardened skin. Then he watched you bring it to your red lips and kiss his palm. You glanced up at him with your big beautiful eyes, not taking his hand away and his whole body reacted to your gentle touch. He was getting hard.

You led Joel to the bed, your fingers intertwined with his, and gently pushed on his shoulders to make him sit down. You slowly took your dress off and he tried not to start drooling like a cartoon wolf, seeing you in front of him in a black lacy set.

You stood between his spread thighs and bent over to tug at the hem of his dark tee. He helped you to take it off and when you kneeled in front of him, he almost moaned. Your beautiful face was so close, he wanted to kiss you so much but he couldn’t and he’d never do anything you didn’t want.

You unbuckled his belt and softly asked him to take his jeans off.

Soon Joel was sitting there in his boxer briefs with you on your knees between his spread thighs.

"You're so hot, Joel," you whispered, as your dark gaze slid over the expense of his broad shoulders and chest, and your nails slightly scratched his muscular thighs.

He breathed out a laugh, shaking his head. He wanted to tell you how gorgeous you look, wearing your lingerie and your high heel shoes, how much he'd been thinking about you since the day you'd met but his mouth was dry and he felt himself like a teenage boy who was trying to compliment a hot girl.

You weren't aware of his inner torment. As always calm and confident, you leaned closer to his torso and kissed a spot on his chest, right over his heart. Joel took a sharp breath and shut his eyes for a second, trying to calm down. He couldn't believe what just a gentle chest kiss from you was doing to him, but he was already painfully hard.

Your lips glided lower and you started leaving open mouth kisses, tracing a path down to the bulge in his boxers, and he opened his thighs wider to give you more space. When your face was close to his clothed cock, you rested your head on his left thigh and looked up at him.

“Fuck,” Joel cursed and growled at the sight of you so close to his already throbbing manhood. You were so pretty, so obedient but even on your knees he felt that you controlled the situation.

“Joel?”

“Yes, baby?”

You smiled hearing the pet name and asked,

“Can I take you in my mouth?”

His cock visibly twitched when he heard your soft voice and the words you uttered.

“If you want.”

You bit your lower lip and asked, rubbing your cheek on his hairy thigh.

“I do but would you like me to?”

Joel nodded eagerly, maybe too eagerly but he didn’t care. He wanted you so much.

With a content smile, you sat up straight and shifted on your knees, getting comfortable. Then you pulled at the waistband of his boxers and in a second they were on the floor and his cock was bobbing in front of your face. Your breath visibly hitched and you glanced up at him.

“You have a gorgeous cock, Joel Miller,” you whispered and he wanted to kiss you again, hearing the praise. But instead he brought his hand to your face and cupped your cheek. You purred into his touch but parted from his palm in a second when you lowered your face and kitten-licked the fat tip of his cock. Joel sighed and bucked his hips already impatient for more. You didn’t make him wait long.

Your lips soon welcomed his cock between them as you started taking him deeper, covering his length with your warm saliva as your hand was firmly wrapped around his girthy base.

Joel moaned loudly at the sensation, he didn’t care what sounds he was making, completely lost in the pleasure your soft lips and skilful tongue were giving him.

Your mouth was slowly caressing his cock as your curved up lips were sliding over his sensitive skin and your tongue danced around the fat head, now and then stroking the leaking slit. There was so much precum, he saw you swallow it again and again. Your hand was gently massaging his balls and his big palm was lying on your head, not pushing, just showing you how much he needed you at that moment. Joel was in heaven.

Soon you took all of him and your throat contracting around his length was the last straw. He was dangerously close to coming and painting your mouth creamy white. But he had other plans for you.

“Shit, baby,” he cupped your cheek and gently pulled you off his ready-to-explode cock, “you’re too fucking good at it. I won’t last. And I wanna..”

He lost his words as you were looking at him with sparkling eyes, full of understanding and warmth.

“Of course, Joel.” You slowly got up on your feet and took off your high heels. Then you padded to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Joel saw a few toys lying there and his heart started to beat faster when he imagined using them on you. Maybe he could suggest it, he mused inwardly, but when you started sliding your panties and bra off your body, he lost his train of thought.

Now completely naked you came up to him and placed your hands on his broad shoulders. Then you planted your knees on each side of him and got on his lap.

“You’re beautiful,” Joel said in a low voice as his hands found your hips and he rubbed your skin with his calloused thumbs.

You thanked him, smiling, and opened the package with your teeth. You brought the condom to his hard cock, slid it on and then got up on your knees, your pussy hovering over Joel’s tip.

You searched for his eyes and as soon as your eyes locked, you started sinking on his thick length.

Joel watched pleasure twisting your face while his cock was slowly parting your insides. He moaned at the sensation of your wet warm pussy welcoming him, grasped your hips tightly and when you took all of him, your ass was flush with his balls, you both loudly sighed.

“You feel so good, baby. So warm and tight.”

“Thank you, Joel. Your cock is so fucking big.”

He took a sharp breath, hearing you curse, and at the back of his mind he wondered if you said it to every client but he drove the thought away. He needed you too much.

Your breasts were right in front of his face and he asked, looking up at you, as if you were a goddess he was praying to.

“Is it ok if I kiss your body?”

“Yes, Joel, please. You can do anything to me.”

“Just not kiss your beautiful lips?”

“Joel,” you whined and he felt you clench around his hard cock.

He scolded himself for those words as soon as they left his stupid mouth. It was the thing you kept for yourself, he understood and accepted it but his desire drove him insatiable.

“I’m sorry, baby, I know it’s a rule. I understand it. It’s jus’ my brain doesn’t work properly, all the blood is down there.”

“Oh, right,” you softly giggled, “Let me shut you up then.”

You lifted your hips, making his cock almost leave the heaven of your cunt, but when the tip was close to slipping out, you sank back down on his manhood inch by inch, gliding your hands over his broad chest.

Joel’s mouth got slack and you both moaned at the ecstatic sensation of him, filling you up again.

With a groan Joel swiftly put his mouth on your breast and you whimpered when he swirled his tongue around your perky nipple. While he was gently sucking and licking your tits, you were languidly riding him, as soft whimpers were leaving your half parted mouth. At one point you nuzzled his forehead and your hot breath on his lips let him imagine you kiss him. His fingers dug into your hips but just for a second. Afraid to hurt you he glided them over your back and arms. He raised his lips to your neck and kissed your skin there.

Joel knew that he was getting close. His hand slithered to your pussy and he slipped his thumb between your folds. He found your clit hardened and throbbing for attention. He began stroking it slowly and you reacted immediately with the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

“Joel,” you breathed out and he clenched his jaw, trying not to explode right then and there.

“Want you to come on my cock, baby.”

You stopped bouncing on his member and he saw you furrow your brows in concentration.

He made his thumb dance faster over your bud and soon your pussy was pulsating around his cock. Your contracting walls sent him over the edge and he started coming, filling up the condom inside you. Oh, how he wished to paint your walls with his creamy load but rules are rules.

As you both started descending from your highs, panting heavily, Joel held you in his big arms and you rested on his broad chest. You were breathing into the crease between his neck and shoulder and at one point he thought you’d fallen asleep.

But the next second you sat up straight on his lap with a satisfied smile. You gently kissed his scruffy cheek and he tried not to purr like a happy cat.

You cuddled a little bit more but soon his time was over.

“Can I see you again?” He asked when you got out of the bed.

“I’d love to, Joel,” you replied, putting on your underwear, “Text me when you have a day in mind.”

You looked like you wanted to say something but stopped yourself. You put on your clothes, kissed his cheek again and left.

After the first time with you Joel knew immediately it wasn’t the last. The need to have you, to be with you again squeezed his heart as soon as that hotel door closed behind you. But he wasn’t rich. He couldn’t spend all his money on you. So he started saving up here and there, anything he could, without damaging the level of life of his daughter.

He texted you as soon as he had enough to pay you and you told him that your regulars got a discount which was a nice surprise for him.

Joel invited you to his place. Sarah was at a sleepover and he had the house for himself for a night. He needed just a couple of hours, no way he could afford a whole night with you.

When you arrived at his place, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a tank top, his mouth immediately started watering. He tried to be a gentleman and a good host and gave you a tour of the house, but when you stepped into his bedroom, all his decency came crashing down. Soon your jeans were discarded on the floor while his head was between your trembling thighs. Joel was licking up your juices straight from the source, grunting into your wet cunt and fucking his tongue into your clenching hole. He was fully clothed, grinding his hard cock against the bed and staining his gray sweatpants.

You were singing for him so beautifully when he began plunging his thick fingers in and out of your heat while his mouth was gently sucking on your throbbing clit. Your back was arched and your hands were clutching his dark curls. He curled his fingers, pushing on that soft spot inside your creaming pussy once, twice and you came, crying out his name, while your walls were fluttering around his digits.

When he parted from your puffy glistening cunt, he saw tears in your hazy eyes. Joel was happy he still got it but what filled his chest with pride was that he made you cry and writhe with ecstasy.

"I'm here, baby. You did so good for me," Joel praised you, climbing up the bed and taking you in his arms. You were trying to catch your breath and he gave you a respite, manhandling you so your head would be resting on his broad shoulder.

"Thank you, Joel, you didn't have to," you mumbled.

"Have to? Sweetheart, it was my pleasure."

He heard your giggle, followed by a content sigh. His hard cock was tenting his gray sweatpants but he didn't care. He was happy to hold you, breathe in the fruity scent of your hair, and when a few minutes later he saw you peacefully sleeping in his embrace, his heart almost burst with affection. He closed his eyes for a second and drifted off too.

Joel woke up in the middle of the night when he felt you move in your sleep. He must have woken you up as you started to shuffle next to him and then sat up straight.

“Fuck! I fell asleep?” You asked, eyes widened, covering your naked thighs with a bedspread.

“Yeah, me too.”

“I’m so sorry, Joel. It’s never happened before. Oh my god, it’s so unprofessional.”

He hastily sat up next to you, taking your hands in his.

“Hey, no. It’s ok. I loved sleeping with you— next to you.”

He smiled, leaning closer to you and rubbing your hands with his thumbs, trying to reassure you and it seemed to work because you gave him an apologetic smile but he felt you relax a little.

“I won’t take any money from you today.”

“No, you spent so much time with me. I owe you even more.”

“Joel, you ate me out, made me come, and then I fell asleep. I definitely don’t deserve to get paid,” you giggled. “The way I see it I owe you now.”

“I’ll think about the career change,” Joel chuckled and at the same time he felt his cock get harder when you talked about the oral. The arousal he had felt before falling asleep came back with a renewed force and swept him away.

He wasn’t smiling anymore, his gaze slid up and down your body and the air in the room got heavier.

“What did you like the most?” he asked as his eyes darkened.

Your breath hitched and even in the dim light of the room he saw your pupils dilate. You dropped your gaze for a second and when you raised your eyes, they were filled with need and desire.

“I loved how much you enjoyed it. How good you were. It felt amazing when your mouth was on my clit. When you were sucking it,” you bit your lip almost shyly and your words went straight to his cock.

You whispered, “Should I go or…?”

“I wanna fuck you,” Joel interrupted you, palming his stiffening bulge, and you quickly nodded before throwing away the bedspread and taking off your top. Your tits bounced as you straddled him and he wrapped his big arms around your naked body.

Joel let you take off his shirt and when your lips latched onto his neck he held you closer and flipped you on the bed, covering you with his body.

You gasped at the fast shift but then moaned when Joel pulled his cock out of his sweatpants.

It was already hard as a rock and wet with precum under his fingers. He gave it a few pumps to spread it over his heated skin.

“Shit, condoms.”

He hastily reached to grab a pack from the nightstand. He opened one, while your fingers were caressing him, dancing over his torso and arms. As soon as the protection was on, you pulled him closer and he pushed his length into you without any warning. He had already stretched you with his tongue and fingers so his tip easily slipped into your crying hole.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” Joel breathed out and started rolling his hips. His lips were caressing every spot he could reach and you were kissing his shoulders and neck.

Without pausing he braced his hands on the bed, hovering over you, his dark gaze locked with yours. He wanted to memorize every lip bite, every twitch of your brows when his cock was sliding in and out your needy cunt. You were so wet for him, he felt your juices on his balls and inner thighs and he closed his eyes trying not to come too soon.

“Look at me, Joel,” you purred and he immediately did what you asked. Your gaze slid from his dark eyes to his lips and it took everything from him not to kiss you right now.

He leaned down and instead gently kissed your heated cheek, leaving a wet spot on your soft skin. With a whimper you wrapped your legs around his waist and started grinding your hips, chasing your orgasm by rubbing your little clit against his pubic bone.

“Do ya wanna come, sweetheart?

“Only if you want me to, Joel,” you breathed out and he furrowed his brows, reminded of the nature of your relationship.

“ ‘course I do.”

With that he pulled away from you and sat up on his knees between your sweaty thighs. “Let me…,” he pulled out and you whined.

“Oh, baby, so impatient.”

You bit your lip with a sly smile but Joel quickly wiped it off your face when he took the condom off and asked,

“Can I slap your pretty pussy with my cock, sweetheart?” He gripped his cock at the base, squeezing it a little to postpone his climax and when you whispered a sultry ‘yes’ he slapped your clit with the tip of his throbbing length.

“Oh my god, Joel!” you cried out with a jerk, looking up at him with your brows pulled together and eyes rolling back.

“You like it?” He asked and when you nodded he started slapping your pulsating bud with his cock again and again until he saw some slick, seeping out of your clenching hole. He rubbed his red tip against it, coating his manhood with your juices, and began grinding it between your folds. His tip was bumping into your clit rhythmically and your taut muscles told him that you were close to your climax.

“Come for me, baby, please,” he asked softly and slapped your clit one more time. A jolt of pleasure made you shut your eyes and a loud moan escaped your lips. Wanting to prolong your orgasm and chasing his, Joel pressed his tip to your clit with his hand and started thrusting his cock, rubbing your twitching clit and at the same time massaging his whole length against your soft pussy and his own palm.

The overwhelming sensation, your sweet sounds and the sight of you coming in his bed made him explode and he began spurting creamy ropes of cum on your belly and sternum. He growled when a few drops landed on your bouncing breasts.

When you both stilled and the ecstasy started dissipating he sat down on his heels and watched you for a few seconds.

Joel wanted to remember that image- you, beautiful and satisfied, eyes shut, chest and belly heaving, was splayed on his bed, body glistening with sweat and cum. The happiness soon mixed with regret and the feeling of longing for more, wishing you were really truly his tightened his chest. But the reality was cruel. You didn’t need a single father in your life, you were free and your whole life was ahead of you.

Your curious gaze interrupted his thoughts.

“What are you thinking about, Joel?” You asked with a warm smile.

“I'm thinking my bed has never looked better than now.”

Your smile turned into a grin and you started to sit up but Joel stopped you with a raised hand.

“Let me clean you up, sweetheart.”

He went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and then gently wiped away his cum off your skin.

Before you left, he hugged you, breathing in the scent of your hair one more time and you gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

You kept seeing each other for another month. Joel preferred his place to hotels and whenever he had the house for himself and got enough spare money, he would text you. In his own home it was easier to imagine you as his girlfriend, or even wife. He knew that it wasn’t healthy and he was getting a little delusional but it made him happy to think that you were his. If only in his dreams.

Sometimes Joel would literally dream about you. He’d wake up hard, yearning for your touch, your lips on his body, your gentle fingers running through his hair. It was easy to imagine you there with him. His hand would pump his needy cock and the image of you behind his eyelids was enough to make him come, groaning into his pillow.

As time passed Joel got more confident in expressing his desires. The possibilities were endless and you always looked excited whenever he suggested trying something new.

Like the time your eyes glinted with mischief when he asked if he could edge you the next time. Just the idea of making you beg for a climax made him rock hard. So during your next session he had you tied to his bed, as you were whimpering and pleading for a release, a vibrator in his hand pressed to your puffy clit. Though he caved in quite fast and finished you off with his thick fingers massaging your core, his teasing made you squirt and Joel lapped it all up with the wildest eyes and an aching cock. You returned the favor by drinking him till the last drop after he shoved his cock down your throat keeping you in place with his hands clutching your hair.

He loved experimenting with you, loved being rougher. But more often he craved making love to you, wanted you softly purring under his big body, as his cock was buried deep inside your heat, your pussy fluttering around him. He still couldn’t kiss you but your neck, your breasts, your cheeks were enough for him. Yet he couldn’t deny it— he was down bad for you.

“What is it, baby?” Joel asked you, pulling away from your neck that he was peppering with open mouth kisses a moment ago.

You were sitting on his lap, wearing a pretty summer dress and his only thought was to tear it off you but when his hands started roaming your body, you jerked and sniffed.

“Nothing. Everything’s ok, Joel,” you replied softly and nuzzled his neck. He knew something was wrong and you were hiding your pretty face. During the time he had known you, he learnt to read your body language and even feel your mood. So Joel stopped his ministrations immediately and kissed the top of your head.

“You can tell me, sweetheart. If you want.”

For a few minutes, he was holding you in his arms, rubbing your forearm with his thumb. Finally you took a deep breath, not raising your head off his shoulder, and opened up.

“I had a session with a new client yesterday. It was horrible.”

As soon as he heard your soft voice, saying that, his insides burned.

“Who? What did he do to you?”

He took your chin between his fingers and tilted your head up to face him.

When he saw tears in your eyes, he immediately wanted to rip that asshole apart. But your expression told him that you needed him to be gentle, to be there with you and he wanted to give you that.

“He was really degrading. Clients want it sometimes but it hadn’t been discussed and the things he said— made me feel like a cheap hooker. He didn’t hurt me though,” you added hastily but Joel saw that he had. Not physically but that fucker had made you really upset.

“I should talk some sense into the asshole. Can you give me his name?”

“No, no,” you were shaking your head, “I can’t. It’s all confidential. I’ll get over it and won’t see him again of course.”

You took a deep breath before mumbling,

“I’m sorry for ruining the mood.”

Then you reached for his belt buckle but Joel’s hand stopped you and he placed your hands between his big palms.

“No, you’re not in the mood. It’s ok. Can we just cuddle?

“But— I will be in a second. I’m professional, Joel.” You shot him almost a fiery glance and pouted your lips.

“Hey, baby, your client here—,” Joel pointed a thumb at himself with raised eyebrows and a sly smile, “wants to role play a big spoon tonight. Can we do that?”

“You’re so kinky”, you said with a giggle and lay down on the bed. In a second he was holding you, his chest pressed to your back, his strong arms embracing you, giving you comfort.

He was semi hard and surely you noticed it. He felt the warmth of your skin through the thin material of your dress and it drove him insane but the way you flinched at his touch, your tears, your shaky voice told him you wanted him to just hold you. For the second time you fell asleep in his arms and he woke you up with a kiss on your soft cheek the next morning.

Another month passed. As weird as it might have sounded, you became a huge part of his life. He knew every crevice, every curve of your body, knew every hope and dream. He kissed every spot on you, except for your beautiful lips. He tasted them a million times in his imagination but with time it stopped being enough. So he decided to invite you to celebrate his birthday with his family and the closest friends and finally ask you out on a real date.

Joel was nervous when you stepped into his house that day. Tommy raised his eyebrows, surprised to see you there, but fortunately didn’t ask or say anything. You seemed anxious as well at first, but after introducing you to everyone, Joel was happy to notice you chatting with the other guests, giggling with Sarah about something and when his daughter pulled you upstairs to show you her drawings, warmth spread in his chest. He was glad and relieved that you two got along. He wasn’t looking for a mother for his child, he would never ask you to take such a responsibility, but it was important to him that you two could be friends.

Just before dessert you asked him if you could talk privately. Tommy gave Joel a wink, lips twisted in a smirk, when you two headed upstairs, and the older brother just rolled his eyes.

When you stepped into Joel’s bedroom, his cock twitched in his jeans. It was a Pavlovian reflex at this point. He was used to seeing you there naked, your gorgeous body wriggling in his bed, whimpers and moans escaping your mouth.

But Joel told himself to calm down when you came up to him with a serious expression on your pretty face.

“Joel…,” you started and dropped your eyes, fumbling with your fingers.

“Yes, baby?” His heart started pounding in his chest. Always calm and self assured you seemed really nervous and the change scared him. What if you decided to break off whatever weird relationship you two had, what if…

You interrupted his thoughts when you raised your face to him and a little shy smile tugged at your lips.

“I want to give you your birthday present.”

He opened his mouth to say that you hadn’t have to do it, seeing you there was enough but he paused when you inched closer, your big sparkling eyes staring right into his soul. Then your gaze slid down to his lips and Joel seemed to stop breathing. He felt your palms on his forearms and then you slightly pressed your lips to his. They were barely there at first, hesitant, waiting for him to react.

He had been imagining that moment, dreaming of it for so long, so his hands immediately flew to your waist and he pressed his body closer to yours, welcoming your kiss with his whole being.

Joel’s lips started moving against yours, gently and slowly as if he was afraid to scare you away, to ruin the moment. But when he heard you sigh happily against him and your body relaxed into his, Joel wrapped his arms tightly around your torso. He wished that moment to last forever, wanted to never have to let you go.

His tongue brushed your lower lip, asking for permission to breach the last divide between you two, and you graced him by opening your mouth and letting him taste you fully. His tongue was caressing yours while his hands were gliding over your back. Then Joel gently cupped your cheek and tilted his head to give you the best kiss he could. You were so sweet and soft, so warm and lovely on his tongue and he didn’t care that you could probably feel his cock swell against your belly. Your ability to make him hard in seconds was not a secret to the both of you and he bucked his hips against your body with a soft groan.

Joel felt your smile on his lips and playfully squeezed your ass cheeks.

You giggled, your mouth parting from his.

“Happy birthday, Joel,” you whispered, putting your head on his shoulder and nuzzling his neck.

“Thank you for the best birthday present, baby.”

Joel kissed your forehead and you fluttered your eyes shut with a happy smile.

“Sweetheart?” he called.

“Yes.”

“Will you have dinner with me?”

You lifted your head and your eyes locked.

“Like— on a date?”

“Yes.”

Your lips twisted into the widest grin he’d seen on you and you nodded.

“Really?” he asked, making sure that he was really that lucky, “Fuck, I know I’m not a catch. My life is chaotic and I’m a single dad and…”

“Shh,” you placed your finger on his lips and said softly, “I’d love to date you, Joel Miller.”

Joel beamed at you and embraced you in a tight hug.

“I quit escort,” you murmured against his chest and Joel furrowed his brows.

“Is it because of me? Sweetheart, I’d never ask you to quit your job. If you like it I won’t …”

“I don’t. I don’t like it anymore. After that guy I realized I wanna do something else.”

“Ok. Whatever you decide, baby,” he said and then added with a little smile, “I can still pay you though.”

You laughed at him and playfully punched his shoulder. “Shut up, Joel.”

He took your face between his big palms, marveling at your beautiful face, and whispered, “You know how to shut me up, baby.”

You smiled and pressed your lips to his.

Joel opened his eyes to see the early morning sun peeking through the blinds and your face twisted in pleasure just before his. He soon realized that your wet warm pussy was wrapped around his hard cock and you were slowly grinding against him, lying on your side, face to face, your leg thrown over his waist.

He moaned at the sudden pleasure and you noticed that he was up.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, honey. I just— I wanted you so much I couldn’t stop myself.”

You were breathing heavily and he wrapped his arms around your naked body and began rolling his hips, helping you to reach your high and chasing his.

“Never apologize for this, baby. I woke up in heaven thanks to you.”

You smiled and kissed him while his hand slithered between your slightly sweaty bodies and he slid his thumb between your folds to stroke your hardened clit. He was swallowing your moans and tried to get his own ecstatic growling under control, not wishing to wake up Sarah.

Soon you both exploded in each other’s arms and Joel flooded your pussy with his warm cum while you were writhing and trembling with euphoria against him.

When your climax subsided, you rested your head on his shoulder. He was drawing patterns on your back until you lifted your head to give him one more kiss.

“Sarah wanted pancakes for breakfast. I’m gonna go make some batter,” you said, getting out of bed and putting on your robe.

“I’ll help you. Be up in a minute.”

You smiled at him and bent over to give him a peck on the cheek but he swiftly pulled you back into his embrace, searching for your lips. You giggled and soon melted into his arms, while he was kissing you, passion and love in every stroke of his lips and tongue.

You were his, fully and completely, and all the fears evaporated when he realized that you were the final puzzle piece, missing from his life. He would do anything to make you happy.

“I love you,” Joel whispered against your lips.

“I love you too,” you murmured back.

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pathetic/nerdy/loser/perverted ellie ramble AJAKSOJSOJS. LOTS OF SMUT!! quick and really crass, just needed to get this outta my system LMFAO. want some more? click here for the continuation!!

she'd be pining for you so hard, just consumed entirely by the limerence, so impossibly down bad for everything about you, it ate her up inside. she needed you in every way possible, needed to smell you, to taste you, to feel you clench around her fingers and tongue, she wanted you to crush her head —glasses and all—with your thighs, she needed it all.

and yeah, she did feel creepy about it—staring at your tits from afar, maybe sitting in the park someday after her class, thank god for transitional lenses. she felt her face go tomato-red from the shame, what in the world was she doing, ogling her sort of-friend like that, but fuck did it fuel her fantasies.

in the dark of the night, you were the only thing occupying her poor, horny mind, as she stuffed two, no, three digits in her soaking pussy, using every morsel of her imagination to materialize the sight of you being the one to make her see stars. she'd imagine covering you in marks and hickeys, watching your wrist flex while you were knuckle deep inside of her.

her eyes brimming with tears, knuckles dripping in pearly cum forming a fucking puddle beneath her, pounding in and out of her quivering walls over and over and over again until she felt light-headed, she found it the only way to cope.

“ugh- fuck baby, yeah that's it..mmf." whines and just the utmost pathetic pleas tumbled from her swollen, rosy lips, her clit near aching from the abuse she thrusted on it nightly. chanting your name in the night akin to a prayer— ironic. this was anything but holy—imagining the way your tits would bounce, the way you'd cry her name out and drench her in your fluids, she'd even imagine herself on her knees, being the one staring up at you between your legs as you run your nails through her hair, hold her chin.

“please, wanna cum again, c'mon baby. fuck, fuck, fuck- yeah, hnn-!!” tears fully streaming down her freckled cheeks at this point, her whole body tensing as she came for what seemed like the thousandth time this night, she continued until it was causing her a great deal of pain. until she was completely wrung dry. “...what am i doing. fuckin’ hell.”

breathing heavily, the shame really sets in now. what was she doing? rolling over in her damp bed, she'd groan while the embarrassment made her cheeks burn hotter than the deepest pits of hell—where she's convinced she's gonna enjoy the hospitality of if she keeps this up—she'd bury her face in her pillow and pass out into a slumber, only until the cycle repeats itself the next night.

but little did she know, her experience was being mirrored, almost with creepy accuracy, wherever you were. pining just as hard for the lanky loser you were mere acquaintances with. teasing her on purpose, just to watch the dark flush spread across her features, to watch her shift uncomfortably and avoid your taunting stare with everything she's got, squeeze her thighs together to soothe the ache you knew she was going to take care of later as soon as you part ways. it drove you nuts too. if only she knew. if only!

WHY DID THIS EAT LMAOOO but oop went a little overboard my bad um ok enjoy bye can u tell im in a mood lately pls give me notes even tho its 2am ik everyones dead but oh well luv u

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Winners deserve prizes | Landoscar x Reader

English is not my first language, don't judge me too hard :)

I got carried away... Enjoy

Warnings: SMUT, threesome, mmf, switch!Oscar, dom!Lando, sub!Reader, unprotected sex, i think that's all

All started on the floor of Oscar's driver room. The boys were trying to skip some video making for the McLaren socials, playing never ever I ever, drinking capri sun, in the dark while someone's laptop played a "24 hours white scream" video on YouTube just so we could see each other. We all drank after Lando said something dumb that even he had done it. It was my time again.

"Never ever I ever... Kissed a boy." I drank, but it was a good thing to know, after all. Lando drank, but Oscar didn't.

"You did?" Oscar asked confused looking at Lando.

"Yeah... I don't look like the type?"

"You do." I said, making Lando chuckle.

"I don't think there's a type." Osc said, and he was right, but I couldn't lose the chance to pick on him about it.

"You don't look like the type." I said to Oscar, and Lando nodded.

"You would never."

"It's not that I wouldn't, it's just that I never had an opportunity." Oscar said and shrug.

"If I gave you the opportunity, would you?" Lando said, making Oscar blush instantly.

"I..."

"You broke, Osc." I chuckled looking at Oscar.

"Sorry, not my intention, I'm just curious." Lando took a sip from his Capri sun.

"Yes." Oscar said, almost whispering.

That was the first time Oscar and Lando Kissed. After that was definitely more interesting to go out with them, Lando liked to flirt just to see Oscar's cheeks turning bright red and I love to watch them bickering like an old couple. I definitely was not getting in the middle of it, I was just, as Conan Gray would say: People Watching, but one day things started to change.

I was on the after constructors win in Abu Dhabi, it was an understatement that everyone was way too happy and ready to party. We got to the hotel to get ready before going out like we always did, I was sleeping in Lando's room like I always did, so my things were there, when we go in the room Lan threw his things on the bed before going to his lugged.

"Should I wear something fancy?" I said, also going to my lugged. Lando looked at me for a second before speaking.

"I mean, what is your idea of fancy?" I got the two dresses I brought, thinking only about the party after the McLaren win.

"We got, little black dress, and we got a slightly longer red dress. I think the red is more fancy, tho."

"I prefer the black one."

"Should we get Osc to see the winner?" Lando nodded.

"I'm sure he's with me, but if makes you feel better, sure." He got his clothes and threw them in the bed along with his other stuff. As he changed, laid on my bed face down to reach my phone that was charging, and called Osc.

"Hey, pretty." Osc answered, putting his phone somewhere.

"Hey, handsome. I have a fashion problem, can you come here?"

"Lando didn't help?"

"He did, but I want to double-check." Lando laid on top of me, picking up my phone and putting on speaker.

"She doesn't trust my fashion decisions, Osc!"

"I don't blame her, I'll be there in a bit, I just need to put my clothes on."

"I'm really stylish, you guys don't understand the vision."

"Thank you, Osc, love you!"

"Love you too, baby." He finished the call, and I looked at Lando, and he looked at me.

"Hi." Lan said with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Can you please get up."

"Why? You don't like to be close to your bestie?" He asked, letting his body fall even closer to mine.

"I love being next to you, you know that, but we kinda need to get ready, and you didn't even have a shirt on." Lan was so close that everything I could breathe in was his perfume, and I wasn't mad about it.

"It's not like we have a time to be there, come on, girl, live a little." He said, putting his chin on my shoulder.

"Are you OK?"

"Why?"

"You're too clingy today."

"I'm not... maybe a little bit." I chucked.

"Lan, please." He stopped for a second and then looked at me.

"Please? You never said please to me, you normally just punch your way out."

"I'm just being nice, I can punch you if you want." As I said that, the door opened, and Osc came in the room. He looked at us and chucked.

"Should I come back later?"

"No, stay and help me to get this man off me." I said, and Osc came closer.

"It looks very comfy."

"It is."

"I can't with two v one right now." I said giving up and laying fully on the bed. Oscar ran his finger through my hair, moving it out of my face.

"Come on, we won the constructors ship, you should be nice with us today."

"I'm always nice." I closed my eyes in a dramatic manner and I felt Lan lower himself a bit more to leave a kiss on my cheek, but I didn't move, continuing my drama.

"We know, but today is especial." Osc said as Lando distributed more kisses on my face, but he didn't stop there, he made his way down my neck, making me have goosebumps.

"Lan, stop that." I whined, I didn't really want him to stop, but I didn't know if this was where he wanted to go, and Osc is just in front of us.

"Don't whine like that." He got off me, rolling to lay by my side. Osc chucked looking at Lan.

"You broke Lando." I opened my eyes to look at him, and he was laying just like me, clearly trying to hide his little Lando. I laughed.

"Lan...?"

"What?" He said, hiding his face on the mattress.

"Do you like when I whine?" I teased him.

"Come on, don't tease me if you aren't going to sit on my face." Osc laughed and looked at me.

"Are you going to let the poor boy go to a party like this?" Since when Oscar stopped being the shy boy he always was?

"Are you drunk, Piastri?"

"I had one beer, I'm not drunk, I'm just saying, you could help."

"And you would sit back and look?" I smiled imagining the scene.

"Not a bad idea." He smiled too, looking me in the eyes.

"Not helping!" Lando almost screamed in frustration.

"You like the idea, Lan?"

"Just kill me at this point."

"Answer the question, mate." Oscar said in an almost too demanding way, so much so that Lando looked at him with his eyebrows arched, surprised with the bold move.

"Don't talk like that to me." Lando's voice sounded dark, lower than normal, and he wasn't demanding, he was ordering, the "don't do this to me" Lando was out of the window in a second.

"Like what?" Osc said pretending to not understand.

"Oh, like what?" He got up the bed and pulled Osc to stand up, he grabbed Oscar's face with one of his hands. "Like you fucking can tell me what to do, you can't." I sat on the bed to see the scene better.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that." The smile on his face was obvious he meant it, but Lan knew that all too well.

"You two are going to be the death of me." He shook his head and let go of Oscar's face, his white skin was now red from Lando's grip. "And to answer the question..." He looked at Oscar. "Sit back and look, do not cut for me, Osc." I crawled to them and kneeled on the bed by their side.

"So... we are doing this, or you got me wet for nothing?" I asked, making both of them look at me.

"Are you sure?" Lando asked, and I nodded, he looked at Oscar.

"I'm in." Osc answered before being asked anything.

"OK then." He signed to me with his head, and Oscar knew what to do. Oscar's hands went to my waist quickly, pulling me closer to him, he kissed me like he wanted this for a long time. My hands wandered to his neck, scratching it a bit, which made him moan against my lips.

"If I knew you two would like the idea so much, I would've suggested it before." Lando pulled me back by my hair just to kiss me too, his kiss definitely more violent than Oscar's.

"I thought our pretty girl would think it was too much, but I have never been so wrong." Osc said, and I looked at him when Lan moved away from me.

"I would never say no to my two best friends."

"Let's stop yapping? We have a party to attend to." He said, pulling Osc to a kiss. I reached to his belt to unbuckle it, and open his jeans.

"I'll stop yapping if you fuck my mouth." I said.

"I like the idea." He said against Osc lips, before turning to help me take off his jeans.

"If I knew we were doing this, I would've come here before changing." Osc whined.

"Just take it off and stop complaining." Lando said and Oscar did exactly what he said, as Lan gathered my hair in a ponytail, bringing my lips to his dick. "Fuck." He moaned, breathing a little heavier. I felt Oscar's hands on roaming my body, as Lan fucked my mouth.

"I've dreamed with this moment." He opened the zip off my dress, letting it fell on the bed, what left me only in my panties. "I hope you don't care about this." He said before ripping it out of me.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Lando said, drying some of the tears on my face as he pushed himself deeper in my throat. Oscar's hand went to my ass, and he squeezed it, he lowered his face left a couple kisses on my back. His mouth got lower till I could feel his tongue on my clit, I moan against Lando, that did the same in response to it. 0sc is good with his mouth, it felt so good that I was feeling my arms fail me.

"Stay up, pretty." Oscar said holding me and pressed his dick on me. I pulled my head away from Lan.

"Please, fuck me! Pretty, please."

"I can't say no to this." He pressed his tip in my pussy, entering me painfully slowly.

"Please, Osc." I whined as he began to move slowly.

"I fucking love when you whine." Lando said pulling my hair making me look up. "Oh god, you look good as fuck like this." He looked at Oscar and smiled. "You both look good as hell." I got back to suck Lan, listening to his moans.

"You should see you, mate." Osc said, making Lan chuckle as he tries to keep his breathing steady.

"I think we're past the mate stage, Osc."

"I won't call you baby." Osc said, and Lan pulled him to make out over me.

"You can do better." Lan whispered.

"Fuck." Oscar's voice sound weak, his hand reached to my clit, making moan even more.

"Come on..." Lan moaned in a lower voice. "I'm going to cum." He tried to pull away, but I pushed my face against him. "You want me to cum in your mouth?" I nodded slightly. "You two well really be the death of me." He pushed himself to the back of my throat and I could fell his seeds going down my throat, he pulled back letting me breath.

"Lan..." I whined with my eyes closed, Osc pulled against his chest and kissed me, felling Lando's taste on it. Right after I came on Oscar's dick. "Osc, oh god!" He held me up not letting me fall to the bed.

"Where do you want me to cum?" He whispered against my neck.

"Inside."

"Are you sure?" I nodded weakly.

"Use your words, pretty."

"Yes, I'm sure, please."

"That's better." He said and finally let himself cum inside of me. Lando came closer to us and kissed both of us, and I hugged his neck not letting him go away.

"Are you OK, baby?" Lando asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah, better than never."

"And you Osc?"

"Perfecly fine, you?" Lando smiled and nodded.

"I'm fine." He stopped for a second, looking at both of us like he didn't want to forget our faces right now. "If I say that I love both of you, that will be weird?"

"If it is, we're two weirdos." Osc said playing with Lando's curls.

"I would said three weirdos." Lando smiled.

"We have a party to go, after that we can talk a bit better." Oscar nodded.

"But first we all need a shower." I nodded.

"That will be nice." We got of the bed, Osc never let go of me. We got into the bathroom, that looked crowded right now.

"Lan, can you?" Osc pointed to the shower with his head. Lando opened the shower and looked at Osc.

"Lan?"

"You said we're over the mate stage."

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snoop the bling, cs55xreader

part 1 part 3 part 4

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pairing: carlos sainz x reader

summary: summer break starts and that means traveling with a snoopy plushie and a boyfriend (or maybe a future husband). Also, his friend is there.

format: social media au

a/n: people asked for this and I deliver cause i love snoopy

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carlossainz55 Best way to spend summer😎☀️

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user1 here before yn calls carlos his sweet baby or smh cute like that

ynraces SLUT

user1 oh that is not it

ynraces 🤤🔥I love u my unemployed princess

carlossainz55 I dont know what to think about this

carlossainz55 but I love you too😂

user2 WHERE IS THE CHILD, THE BABY

ynraces hes safe ashore!!

user3 wait im new, they have a baby??

user4 no😭😭 they call yn’s snoopy their baby

ynraces

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ynraces Mallorca with my baby love💙🤿 (and carlos is here too)

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user1 thank you for the blessing (carlos photo)

user2 theres a snoopy, theres a like

user3 a snoopy is always gonna be there🙄 this is yn’s page

landonorris Enjoy your alone time for now😈

ynraces im expecting you with HATE btw dont come

landonorris I’ll be there soon and he’ll be with me😍🤞

ynraces youre sick!! homewrecker!!!

landonorris girl fuck your baby snoopy

ynraces BRO??? carlos say sum😭😭

carlossainz55 Please don’t fight in the comments❤️ you have the vacation for that

ynraces 🤡

user4 that snoopy deserves some rest god

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Oh she really doesn’t have a clue

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No😂

I didn’t insist either

Don’t want her to get suspicious

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I can’t wait to take the pictures now HAHA

Everything is ready btw just waiting for you both

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carlossainz55 She said yes! ❤️💍 Thank you Yn for being the woman you are, I can’t wait to call you my wife. I love you more than anything in this world.

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ynraces 🥹🥹 Love you soooo much

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️

user1 OMG OMG

user2 chat is this real??

user3 now thats a rockkkkk

charles_leclerc Congratulations guys😍❤️

carlossainz55 Thanks mate!

user4 imagine driving in f1 with your wife THE DREAM

landonorris Wow what a beautiful ring🤩 The friend that helped chose it must be the best

carlossainz55 🤫

ynraces u did great for once congrats

landonorris 🤩🤩

user5 Carlos must be crying and jumping seeing this interaction

user6 his wife and his boy lmao

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ynraces swipe for a surprise!🪐

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ynraces pinned Te amo mucho, Carlos. ❤️ You are my everything.

carlossainz55 Te amo tambien😁

user1 IS THIS HOW I FIND OUT?

user2 me 2 😭 I wish I saw Carlos post first

user3 wym I cant marry Yn anymore

user4 Ohhh are we going to see two sainz in the grid now

lewishamilton Congrats you two🫶

ynraces thank u lew!

user5 I was worried Snoopy wasn’t gonna be here but Yn delivered as always

landonorris Cool photos👍 Call me for the wedding too

ynraces I dont want you crying at the wedding too iugh

landonorris those were happy tears💔

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a/n: The snoopy story continuous!! if you liked it and want to see more just say so🩷 my asks are open!!

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Unknowingly, he admits | Aaron Hotchner

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pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem liaison reader

summary: another late night at the FBI meant you were once again buried in paperwork at Hotch’s office. But tonight, something was off—you were unusually quiet and distracted, a rare sight that caught Aaron’s attention. Intrigued, when he gets his answer, he tries to stop you from making that very same mistake, but doesn’t realise it’s for his own selfish reasons.

warnings: age gap, boss x subordinate, ex talk, mentions of divorce, Hotch being hot and reader is all (๑♡ .̫ ♡๑) once again

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story!

"Straight through the glass door, then right." You stood at the entrance, signalling with your hand, explaining to the man who miraculously managed to get lost to your office.

"Oh, thank you." He turned to look at you once more, a mischievous but beautiful grin plastered across his face. "By the way, I'm Agent Nathaniel Smith."

He reached forward to shake your hand when you replied, "SSA Y/N. Nice to meet you."

Once he took off, you leaned on a door frame of your office, arms crossed over your chest. Then bobbing your head to the side, your gaze followed after the man as you admitted he was even better looking from behind.

Tight handshake, round from behind…

Pouting, you nodded at the thought.

"You meant Soft Spot Aaron’s (SSA) Y/N." A familiar voice came out of nowhere, humming in your ear. You jumped in your place, looked at him over you shoulder and rolled your eyes. Entering the office, Derek came in after you.

"What's up kiddo, you're not in the mood? You didn't like my friend Nathaniel there?" He teased, beaming widely, and pointing his thumb towards the exit where the man had left. You looked at him under your brows as you slumped back in your chair.

"What do you want, Derek?" You answered with a tinge of annoyance in your tone.

"Ah, that hurt." His hand on his heart feigning pain. With one leg propped on the edge, he perched himself on the table, enjoying a sip of coffee from his black FBI cup. You’d enjoy some coffee too. "Tell me, what's bothering you?"

"Ah, Derek..." You breathed out, leaning back in your chair, looking at the ceiling, fingers knitted at your stomach. "I don't think you want to hear that.”

He raised an eyebrow. "That bad? You know that’s my jam, I’m all ears, baby."

Deliberately raising your brow at him, you straightened in your seat and rolled your chair towards the table. “Really?”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Wanna make a bet?”

“Sure I do, lil pumpkin.”

When you expressed a sense of superiority through a subtle yet discernible smirk, it wouldn’t be a lie were you to say that panic sprang through Derek’s eyes. So you quickly added, “Game on.”

~

Not long after Derek stormed out of your office, repeating ‘No, no, no!’ more to himself than you — either because he just lost money or because of the thing you’d told him — Hotch appeared at your door. You didn’t notice him, slumped back in your chair, one leg across the other, your hands playing with a pen.

If it weren’t for the two knocks against the door frame you wouldn’t have even noticed him.

You straightened your back, sitting more appropriately.

“Are you ready?” He inquired, his eyebrows inched upward as he looked upon you.

“Yeah. I’ll be there in a minute.” Even through the smile that quirked on your lips at the sight of him, your eyes held the smallest hints of concern.

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"Is everything ok?" His voice, simultaneously stern and gentle, pierced through the hush that crept inside his office’s walls.

"Huh?" You hesitated, completely engrossed in the paperwork you were completing. It wouldn't be incorrect to say that you had no idea how you had managed to do it properly when your thoughts were occupied by something else. You were pleased when Hotch finally did speak and directed your attention towards him. Towards something that potentially could brighten your mood. “Yes?”

“Yes,” he replied, maintaining eye contact with you. “You've been unusually quiet."

You arched an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be an insult?" Leaning back, you took a moment to escape all the work and overwhelming thoughts. "Are you suggesting I talk too much?"

Hotch recognised that small smile of yours, small but enough to encourage anyone — to rouse him.

Hotch knew you.

He responded in his very recognisable calm and professional voice. “That's what you said."

It felt like you two were having this conversation recently, but now the roles had been switched.

"Truth." You leaned in towards the table, reaching for the pen. "No, everything is fine."

But that itch in your head didn't give you peace, and you didn't have the will or enough concentration to continue working any longer with that on your mind, so you blurted out.

You sighed, running a hand over your face. “You remember Brad?”

You said it without even knowing why, perhaps because you needed someone to confide in without fear of judgment. Was Aaron Hotchner really that person? Anyway, there was no going back now.

“Brad?” Hotch furrowed, only a hint of a confusion gracing his features before realisation kicked in. “Brad.” He repeated his name blankly, then leaned back in his chair.

Perhaps not.

Of course Aaron knew your ex-boyfriend Brad. Everyone did. And no one liked him.

Well, they were kind of right.

The reason you'd been a bit absent — and why Derek stormed out of your office earlier — was because of your ex-boyfriend. A couple days ago, following your conversation with Hotch regarding his divorce, you got a message on your cell phone. Unknown number. Before even reading the whole message, you had quite a good laugh once you read Brad’s name signed at the end of it. Apparently, he wanted to see you. Of course, you would not consent in meeting him even in a state of madness.

But, having a mutual friend was never a good idea. Brad showed up at the bar last night while you were out with said friend. You were initially just being sarcastic, the irony was coming through. But as time went by, somehow Brad managed to soften you through conversation and touch.

The thought made your skin crawl.

“Yeah… That.very -same -Brad.” You spoke in a hushed tone, your voice quivering as you glanced sideways. Everywhere except Hotch. Suddenly, saying it out loud to Hotch wasn’t your best plan. You were almost too shy admitting it. Or rather, admitting it to him. Saying it out loud made Aaron's presence in your chaos feel intimate and somewhat intrusive.

And why?

It was not the first time you two talked about personal lives, dammit, it wasn’t even a hundredth time! You had spent countless days and nights working together, on cases and press conferences, bars and restaurants with the rest of the team, and talked everything out of your lives.

Yet somehow this felt different.

Was it because you were talking about potential someone in your life? Or were you ashamed of admitting to Hotch you were even considering going back to that fool? Were you actually confessing to Aaron Hotchner himself — your boss — it had been a while since you had someone, that you had been that lonely and… needy?

Ugh.

Nonetheless, Aaron could sense the irony and uncertainty as you replied. He toyed with the pen, shaking it slightly in between his index and middle finger as his other hand held his hip.

The things he unknowingly did to you…

“And what does that very same Brad want? To reconcile?”

You quickly looked up at him again.

“I…” you opened your mouth, but the words died on your tongue. His brows were drawn together in a sympathetic concern, his eyes glowed with an inexplicable intensity… Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Did he actually care? To think anything else might have been in question would be insane. But Hotch’d always been protective over everyone in his team, and you were one of them. And no one ever liked Brad, so the stare he had been giving you made perfect sense. “Well… yes. Apparently.”

“And you are distracted by that why exactly?” There was no change in his even voice as he observed you, shifting his head from one side to other. The dim lighting coming from his desk lamp cast dancing shadow across his face.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about reconciling with…” He halted in self-control, exhaling as his eyes slowly closed and opened. Fatigue washed over him, Aaron concluded. Regardless, he wouldn’t want his professional facade off, at least not when such a topic was in talk. “Very same Brad.”

You would have almost laughed at that, but only managed to smile and shake your head. Brad was not it, you knew that. And yet you were still thinking about it, and why, you wouldn’t know. You didn’t have the answer. Maybe you were bored, or perhaps tired of waiting for someone right to come your way.

It’d been a long time since you had a proper date, to be quite frank. One that didn’t end up in you yawning your boredom away, having Penelope fake call you to leave, having to really leave for work, and so on. It had been depressing to say the least.

You didn’t have anyone or anything planned in your love life for months. The only thing going on in that field (if one could even consider it that) was the crush you had had on Hotch that was somehow worse than pms’ mood swings. One day you liked him, the next day you wanted to rip his hair out. You also knew Hotch was within the reach, and considering and hoping something might have happen with the two of you was equal to hoping for snow in the middle of July somewhere in south Italy.

Your crush on him was there just to spice up your boring day.

Or so you thought most of the time.

“I knew you guys wouldn’t approve. You never liked him.” Is all you said, beaming widely at Aaron. He, of course, didn’t miss the hints of sadness either in your voice. It bothered you for whatever reason that much that you hadn’t been acting all giggly like your usual self.

Aaron’s eyes darkened as he leaned forward, his elbows on the edge of his table, his hands drawn together in front of him. “And you… like him?” The tone he spoke in was low and measured, almost intimate.

The tone that felt like a caress.

The gaze that made you feel like you were made of glass and he was too focused to let it drop.

You gulped.

“I- I don’t know.” You whispered through a nervous smile.

You lied. You knew that, Hotch knew that. And the thought of that pinched at your heart.

Some mistakes were just not worth making twice.

“If you are asking about my opinion… which I suppose you might not, but I can’t sit here and watch you make that mistake. But of course, this is about you and what you want.”

To Hotch, this was completely normal. It was almost like a friend helping a friend, or rather a boss advising his subordinate. After all, you were there for him when he needed company — when he parted his path with Haley. So, no, nothing unusual.

Everyone on the team disliked Brad. When she first got on the team, she was in relationship with Brad. They’d been together for three years, Aaron remembered. But not long after joining the team, they split up. Even back then everyone cheered her on and told her it was the right thing to do. Everyone except him, but the reason was that she was a newbie at the time, so of course he didn’t want to pry. Now, it was different… somehow.

“I know you don’t think he changed, you are not naive. But do you think it’s worth it?” His gaze assessed you for a moment before his dark eyebrows lifted, pausing briefly before he continued gingerly. “Does he notice the way you bite inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from saying something you might regret? Or the way you play with your earring when you’re not really paying attention, lost in your own schemes? That stress and all the pictures that come through your desk make you reach for favorite snack in comfort? Or that you smile the most when you have the most in your head?”

Silence.

Brad was suddenly long gone from your brain. The words Hotch spoke made a vertigo in your head, lying to you that there was more to it than it seemed. But at the moment nothing was more important than those little lies he you fed yourself with.

But then your gaze fell upon his hand.

The wedding ring still firmly and warmly hugged his finger making your heart drop.

Hope is the joy of a fool, so they say.

Not that you desired him to divorce Haley. Never. It just reminded you that Haley was and would still be a huge part in his life, and nothing, nothing could ever happen between the two of you. He would always love Haley. So it was indeed a good reminder to keep your head cool, your expectations zero.

His eyes averted for a second or two before he looked up at you again, adding softly — in his voice a mix of gentleness and playfulness. “Or the way your eyes get big and dark when you plead…”

A softness came over your features, a semblance of a smile gently flickered onto your lips. “You know about that?”

Hotch gave you a look that said “Of course I know about that”.

Busted, you nodded. “Of course you do.”

He sighed softly, his face showing exhaustion, a craving for care and an opportunity to relax.

“Now, I know it’s the whole point of our job. To profile people. To notice such things about others, but… Our other half should be just as considerate and aware of us. And I believe you deserve better.”

As he breathed the last words out, he leaned back, his head resting on the back of his chair, the almost see-through fabric of his shirt hugging his broad shoulders. Reaching up his collar, he unbuttoned the shirt — not very chastely as thought it were suffocating him, and loosened his tie.

It was suddenly getting warm with everything he had on his mind — work, fatigue and insomnia, Haley and Jack, divorce, you…

Yeah, you also.

As he closed his eyes, something between a sigh and a moan escaped his throat.

And while all this was happening in front of your eyes, you were practically melting in your seat at the sound he made, at the sight in front of you. You gaped at your boss unashamedly, as if you were hypnotised, your lips slightly parting and only then feeling the dryness of them. You swallowed, wishing you could drink in that sight of him. Oh, you so wanted to… many things. You envisioned getting up from your chair, leaving a trail on his table with your fingers as you made your way towards him before settling down onto his lap and leaving kisses up his jaw.

“Hotch…” you called out absent-mindedly, slowly, as though the words left you without your consent, still very lost in your imagination. “You are right. I deserve something far better than him.”

Not really hearing what you had said, he winced back, eyes and hands searching for a file on his desk. “We should get back to work. I need you to take a look at this report on the press conference you held in Kansas City.”

Trying to shake off that picture in your head, you reached for the document he held for you and put it down on the table. The letters were mix of some unknown words, your eyes only skimming over the files.

If concentrating was hard before, now it was completely impossible.

Sneaking a small look at him, you contemplated about the words he said just minutes ago.

You weren’t stupid — you were aware he’d have to pick up a few ticks and tells of yours and everyone’s on the team, but did he then also know about your silly little crush, and how attracted to him you were? Had he been profiling you all this time like he profiled the unsubs? Did he go in depths into his profiling of you? The thought made your heart squeeze in regret of some not-so-appropriate thoughts and actions you had done.

But then again, deep down you knew he didn’t. It didn’t make sense. Things would have been way different between the two of you had he known.

At last you concluded it was all right.

And that was when you realised he was right.

You had been fidgeting with your earring! Quickly stopping, cursing yourself inside, you took the paper in your hand, giving your best to concentrate and read.

You didn’t even notice you’d had that tick, Brad knew even less.

But Hotch knew. The thought made your heart waltz inside your chest, it was almost too hard not to smile.

But what you also missed was that Hotch had seen your actions causing a quick, but not small smile spread across his lips.

“So I thought we don’t profile each others,” you added, pretending to had been reading the report as silence had spread between you two. “And you say I’m not naive.”

Looking up at him under your brows, you didn’t expect he would have already welcomed you with a biggest grin you’d ever seen on him.

You both chuckled out loud, shaking your heads.

“I didn’t profile you…”

“Aha, aha.” You spoke over him, pretending you didn’t want to listen, like you didn’t believe him. “So you’ve said.”

“When you spend time with someone, you have to notice…”

Long into the night, soft chuckles and small voices could be heard outside of his dimly lit office.

A profiler never misses.

Or that was an excuse he said to himself.

[dollfacefantasy]

Restless Dreams

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon gets home late after another hard day at work to you having some extra sweet dreams.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, fingering, somnophilia, wet dream

word count: 3.6k

a/n: hey everyone!! hope you all enjoy this :) i guess i've been into soft leon with somno lately idk LOL. i was kind of tired myself when writing/editing this, so forgive any errors pretty please. new divider from here. thank you for any comments and reblogs <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus

“So what time do you think you’re gonna get here?” you ask before blowing on the drying polish that coats your nails.

“My shift finishes up at 12, and then I gotta file some reports. I’ll probably be done at 1, so not too long after that,” Leon explains through the phone. Despite his attempt to lay it out for you, there’s still a pause, one he came to recognize as your reaction of displeasure. A smile plays on his lips. “But you know the real answer is as soon as I can.”

You look down at your phone on your vanity, a pout forming on your face. Obviously, it wasn’t his fault he had to work so much now. He’d warned you when he started at the police station a few months ago, but it didn’t prepare you for how much you’d miss him.

It made you feel dumb, that nagging, achy feeling of longing in your chest. It wasn’t like he was off to war or something. You still saw him almost everyday. But more and more of his time was consumed by work now. Even when he was with you, he was often exhausted. 

Sometimes all you could think about his new job was that he was your boyfriend, not theirs. You’d mentally scold yourself for being so immature when that happened, but the sentiment still lingered in your head.

“Ok…” you say, trying to keep your voice neutral. He hears the dejection in your tone though.

“Baby,” he coos in that voice that sent warmth through your spine and got you to agree with everything he said, “You know I’d rather be with you. I’m just new and have to take the time to learn. Plus, with the caseload and the number of officers here, they need me at the station.”

“I need you more,” you say. You try to pass it off as playfulness, but it comes from real feelings. Your heart was beginning to tense with resentment for the RPD for taking him away so much. You knew the job meant a lot to him though which is why you would never unleash your admittedly petty frustrations.

A low laugh leaves him, and you can hear that loving smirk on his face as his voice comes through your phone’s speaker.

“Do you now? You’re really missing me that much?” he teases, leaning back in the driver’s seat of his cruiser. 

He knew that you did in fact miss him that much. And even though, since starting at the police station, he tried to project the image of a tough guy, he missed you just as much. That’s why he started calling you during lulls in his shift.

“Mhm. It’s not fair. It’s like I’m sharing you with the station. And I don’t like sharing,” you say with an exaggerated huff.

“Oh, I know you don’t,” he chuckles. He sighs happily, checking the time to calculate how much time was left before he could have you in his arms again. “But not much longer, baby. Then you get me all to yourself for the whole weekend.”

“I better,” you grumble with a smile.

“I promise you will,” he says genuinely. A light on his dashboard flickers, alerting him that his attention is needed elsewhere. “Just don’t stay up too late waiting for me tonight, ok? Your rest is important.”

“Seeing you is more important,” you respond.

“I know, but I prefer my girl when she’s not all cranky and sleep deprived. So try tonight, sweetheart. For me?” he asks.

“I guess,” you concede. Your heart already aches, knowing he’s about to hang up.

“I love you, baby,” he says softly, “I’ll see you later.”

“I love you too,” you tell him before he disconnects the call.

The silence that falls over your room makes it feel even more empty. You tap the glass screen of your phone, scanning for the time before you finish getting ready for bed. Your mouth curves downward when the numbers light up on the screen.

Only 10:30. Too much time till you’ll hear him come through your front door, but it’s not like you can do anything about it. You haphazardly go through the rest of your routine before dragging yourself over to your bed and getting in.

Sliding between the soft pink sheets, you flop down against your pillow and stare at the ceiling as you contemplate how to kill the time. Nothing grabs your interest because none of it’s him. It’s all just filler.

And worst of all, you were starting to feel sleepy. You wanted to wait up for Leon so badly, but you also went through a whole day of your own that tired you out. Plus, your bed was just so comfy with your plush blankets and full pillows, stuffed animals and frilly decorative cushions scattered on one side.

Thinking it would help to keep your eyes actively focused on something, you try to read. Your eyes scan over the words, and it isn’t long before you realize you’d made a horrible mistake. Moving your eyes along the page only made them more drowsy.

Next you turn on the tv and put on something you didn’t really have to pay attention to. But the soft glow of the tv casts across you and the low chatter of the characters becomes background noise, making it even harder for you to keep your eyes open.

You lazily reach across your bed and grab the bunny stuffie Leon had bought for you a few weeks prior. Tucking it beneath your chin and close to your chest, your drooping eyes fall shut and your breaths become soft and even. Barely any time has gone by before you’re sinking into slumber.

Leon glances down at his phone, the small numbers illuminating 2:04 in the darkness of the hallway. He enters your place with the key you gave him and shuts the door as quietly as possible. He knows you’re sleeping from seeing the dark bedroom. Already feeling guilty for taking longer than he’d expected, he didn’t want to add to that feeling by waking you up.

He makes his way to your room, padding silently down the hall. Once he reaches the door, he pushes it open with almost no force in an attempt to avoid even the slightest creak. You’re where he expected you to be, curled up in your bed, completely peaceful as you slept. He knew he probably looked like a little lovesick puppy right about now, eager to hop into bed and snuggle up to your side, but he didn’t care.

It takes him no time to shed his police uniform. He makes quick work of unlacing his boots and kicking them off. His pants and shirt crumple up at the foot of your bed next to his belt and socks. Finally, once he’s got on a pair of sweatpants he kept at your place, he climbs into bed with you.

He shoves your stuffies and extra pillows out of his way with a playful roll of his eyes and gets as close to you as he can. His arm drapes over you, and he nuzzles the back of your neck, planting a few kisses on the base of your head. You smelled so good, felt so soft, perfect to come home to.

His body melts into the mattress, and he’s ready to give into his own urges to sleep. That is until he notices you’re not as peaceful as you appeared from the doorway. His eyebrows raise as he feels your legs squirming. Restless movements from your feet beneath the covers and your thighs shifting aimlessly against each other.

He’s ready to brush it off at first. ‘Must just be having some wild dreams,’ he thinks with another kiss to your head. But then he hears the faintest sound, so quiet that he probably would have missed it had he been focused on anything else. It’s a whimper. A gentle, tender squeak that slips from between your lips into the cool air of your bedroom.

Now, his face conveys his concern. He worries you’re having a nightmare. That at any moment you’ll wake up with tears in your eyes and your heart pounding out of your chest. Immediately, he begins stroking your arm, kissing your temple, murmuring “It’s ok, baby. I’m here.”

But you make that little noise again, and this time it paints a different picture in Leon’s head. This whimper didn’t sound scared or stressed, like you were crying out for his protection. No, this sound brought to mind images of you writhing beneath him, nails marking his biceps with small crescents as he pumped himself in and out of you.

He shakes his head because that couldn’t be it. That’s just his horny mind creating things that aren’t there from being so pent up.

At least that’s what he tells himself until you make the noise again. It brings the same memories up, but this time he’s even more sure of it. He lifts his head off of yours to look down at you and try to figure out what to do next.

You look so cute, brows slightly furrowed, lips parted. As he brushes some hair from your face, he notices your fingers clutching your stuffed rabbit a little tighter. Your breath hitches for a moment before you let out a soft, sleepy whine of his name.

It’s unmistakable now what’s going on. He smirks and traces a finger over your lips. The pad of his index finger drags on your bottom lip slightly, turning your mouth into that pout he loved so much. He leans and kisses your cheek as you whine again.

“Please.”

He chuckles at how needy you sound even in your sleep, but at the same time, your voice has blood rushing to his cock while his head swirls with desire. He shifts his own hips, subtly pressing his erection against your ass. His eyes flutter at the minute pleasure. He grows more bold, and his hand rubs your hip before coasting up your side to your chest, giving your breast a gentle squeeze.

You whimper louder and squirm. He squeezes again softly while lowering his head to your neck to lay some tender kisses on the side of your throat. His palm leaves your tits and smooths down over your tummy in the direction of your shorts.

Cautiously, he maneuvers his hand past the waistband and dips into your panties. He cups your pussy, feeling the heat radiating off the area. A single finger slides between your folds in almost an exploratory touch. He feels your slick all over his digit. Clearly, this dream was a pretty good one.

He begins to use another finger, sliding the two up and down through your wetness. You roll onto your back, your breasts rising and falling as your breath gets heavier. Your thighs spread a little as if you subconsciously sensed his presence between your legs.

In your dreams, Leon was doing a lot more than rubbing you with his fingers. After you had fallen asleep, it felt like no time had passed. All of the sudden you were just on the table in your dining room, spread out for his rapture. 

You didn’t realize you were dreaming, everything felt so real. To you, he was really there, looking down at you with those loving yet lecherous eyes. Hands roaming your exposed body, lips caressing your skin all over. Everything seemed light and airy while also feeling heavy and thick. Your head, filled with clouds, slipped in and out of the moment. The sensation of him rutting his cock between your thighs and sliding inside of you was your reality at the moment.

In actual reality, Leon continues to move his fingers slowly, swiping them over your entrance and taking them back up to circle your clit. You mewl when he applies some pressure, sending sparks through you. Your squirming becomes more motivated, and he can tell your drifting away from your restful sleep back toward consciousness.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice huskier with arousal this time around.

You hear his voice in your dreams. The deep rumble enters your ears as you envision his hips pistoning into your wanting cunt. You mumble something in response, but he can’t understand the sleepy babbling. He rubs your clit a little harder with some more speed. You twitch in response, yet your eyes remain closed.

“I know, baby. I know it feels so good,” he coos and kisses behind your ear.

More incoherent words fall from your mouth. He sucks love bites into your neck, and you tilt your head back, craving more of that feeling. The dream version of him began mimicking the actions of the real Leon as you neared waking.

Whining louder, your fingers dig into the smooth fur of your plush bunny before letting it go. He nips at the sensitive skin of your throat as his fingers travel down and push inside your heat.

The feeling rips a moan from you and causes your eyes to open. Your back arches as he works them deeper. Your hips wriggle a little as you make sense of what’s happening.

“Leon?” you whimper. Your sleepy eyes struggle to stay open after being torn from the fog of sleep.

“That’s right, baby. It’s just me. You were having some nice dreams, weren’t you, pretty girl?” he says.

“Mhm,” you hum mindlessly.

“About me?” he teases, eyes watching your body fidget with the pleasure you felt.

“About you,” you confirm before he leans down and kisses your lips. They were so soft against his own. He slowly moves his mouth with yours and languidly slides his tongue against yours.

You moan into the kiss as his fingers curl within you and hit your favorite spot. Your feet lightly kick at the sensation. Your hips rise a little as you feel the flood gates holding your release about to break.

You’re too sleepy to tell him out right, but he knows the signs. He keeps working you there until your body seizes and arches off the bed. You let out a throaty moan and turn your head to bury your face against his shoulder.

“There you go. Let it all out, sweetheart,” he whispers and kisses your head.

You ride out the high on his hand, and by the time you’re done, you’re ready to fall asleep again. Your mind is hazy with the fog of release. You’re drifting off as your body settles without even realizing it.

You’re only yanked back to reality by Leon scooping you up into his lap. He’s sitting with his back to the headboard, and he situates you between his thighs, back against his chest. His arms keep you caged in nice and close, safe and warm.

“Don’t fall asleep again just yet, babydoll,” he murmurs while kissing up your neck.

Your head lolls back against his shoulder. The fight to stay awake gets a little easier as his hand returns to your soaked panties. He doesn’t tease this time, just slides in two fingers and starts moving them in and out.

The new angle makes you squirm and whine, but he holds you tight in place with his free arm.

“Gotta work you open, honey. Can’t just slide my dick in you with no warm up,” he says with a smirk.

His voice pulls you towards lucidity a little more. Your hands wrap around his free arm for support while your hips instinctively roll into his blissful touch.

“I missed you,” you choke out between gasps and whimpers.

“I know you did,” he teases, grinning against your throat. His cock throbs against the small of your back as his ears latch onto the sound of your slick around his fingers. “Came home to cuddle with my sweet girl, and I find her having such dirty dreams.”

Your cheeks heat up as you start to piece together what had happened. You fully realize now that your escapade on the kitchen table was entirely in your mind. You feel embarrassed for a moment, but the feeling dies pretty quick as you rapidly approach the edge for a second time.

“Not my fault,” you whimper shyly.

He chuckles and kisses your temple once more. “I know it’s not. If anything, it’s mine. I think I’ve been neglecting my baby,” he says with a mocking lilt in his voice.

You cry out as his fingers brush against those same spots that brought you to the finish last time. Your hips twitch, and you grip his thighs as your peak rises within you. Moments later your cumming all over his fingers, sucking in a harsh breath as a second release courses through you, even more intense then the last.

His free arm keeps you secure against his chest while rubbing your side soothingly. The heel of his other palm roughly massages your clit as his fingers pump in and out.

“Good girl,” he coos, “That’s it, just one more and then I can put you to sleep how you deserve.”

As soon as you seem to be coming down, Leon lifts you up again, tugging your clothes off and moving your body around like a doll to get you in the position he wants. You were definitely more pliant after two orgasms, but you could also see how his training had been paying off. Maybe this new job wasn’t all bad.

He has you on your back now, thighs against your chest and knees hooked over his arms. Again, he had no patience to tease right now, so after pushing his sweats down to mid thigh, he takes his cock and slides it in you with no hesitation. He groans as your hole takes him in, your walls pulsing around him even after he bottoms out.

“So wet. I can just slide right in,” he mumbles as his own hips twitch.

Your eyes droop at the stretch. It always felt so satisfying, having him buried balls deep in you. As close as he could possibly be. No fear of him leaving or pain of being separated. You whine and reach up to pull him closer.

He follows along and rests his face against your neck as he begins thrusting. You hear him panting right in your ear. His hands grip your hips so hard you know there’ll be marks.

“Perfect pussy’s made for me,” he grunts while snapping his hips, “Miss it every second I’m not inside it.”

You nod lazily as you continue to clamp down around him. After two releases, you didn’t even feel a building ecstasy anymore, just a constant stream of pleasure.

“Leon,” you whine, “Harder. Wanna feel it.”

He moans at your plea but indulges you, grabbing you harder, pressing your legs higher, filling you deeper.

“Wanna be sore after, don’t you, sweetheart? Want a reminder of me while I’m at work. Something to tide you over till I can do this again. Won’t have to rely on dreams then, right?” he says.

“Yeah,” you whimper. Your bed creaks as he picks up the pace, but your moans mask the sound as they grow in volume.

He fucks into you over and over, stoking the flames within himself, trying to build to that explosion. You were so tight, so warm. He hums another low moan and whimpers softly as he feels it right there. He gasps softly before holding you tighter and muttering in your ear.

“Ready for another one, honey? Gonna be the last one and then we’ll get you comfy and off to sleep.”

“Yeah,” you moan again, unable to say much else.

“Good… good girl,” he moans before his hips buck wildly and he finally releases.

You finish for a third time. You cling to him tight as the euphoria washes over you again. Locking your legs around his hips, you keep your face pressed to the warm skin of his neck as it goes through you. You feel the hot flood of cum he fucks into you. His chest is heaving now too as he recovers from the high.

He stays on top of you for a moment before pulling out. You cling harder upon losing that full feeling. He smiles at your desire to be close to him and gives you one more kiss before sitting up.

“So sweet to me, baby. I hope that made up for the late night,” he whispers and strokes your hair.

“It did,” you say with a nod. Your eyes were already shutting again, ready to go back to sleep after being fucked so good.

He looks at you with all the love in the world as he pulls his sweats up. He then helps you pull your panties and shirt back on, trying to laugh at your sleepy, half-assed movements.

After that, he gets you all tucked in next to him, snuggled up in his arms like he originally intended. He even grabs that stuffed bunny he got you and fits it close to you in case you want it.

“Get some rest, honey. You need it,” he whispers while rubbing your back.

“Mhm,” you respond tiredly, “You too. You’re all mine for the weekend, and I don’t want you tired out the whole time.”

“Alright, but I’m gonna be tired out if we do some more of that again tomorrow,” he jokes. He pulls you close to him and shuts his eyes, nestling his head against yours and settling in to rest.

That puts a smile on your face and you nuzzle him once more before letting yourself fall asleep for the night.

[doitforbangchan]

All Bark and No Bite - 17

I want to thank yall for your patience and sticking by this story even tho it doesn't update as frequently, I love you all <3 please enjoy one of my favorites so far

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Chapter warnings: fem/Afab reader, smut, unprotected p in v, somnophilia, cream pies, dom!Chan, switch!Jisung, soft dom!Changbin, sub!reader, threesome, thigh fucking, cum eating, oral (f receiving),outside sex (technically?), biting, kissing, begging, dirty talk, cursing, pet names, fluff, any maybe a few more let me know what i missed 

WC: 9.9k

He knew it was early. Too early. But he couldn’t help it. He didn’t even register that he had crept out of bed at all until he was face to, well… door. Chan's door. The door that you were sleeping behind. 

Jisung had dreamed of you. He had dreamed of holding you, kissing you, fucking you. He woke up with his dick leaking and only thoughts of you on his mind. The dream was so vivid. He could have sworn he was feeling your soft skin beneath his fingertips and tasting you on his tongue, awaking to a drooling dick and mouth alike. 

One minute he was laying in his bed thinking of you, and the next he was in front of Chan's door. His nerves were aflame. Jisung knew he was being needy and pathetic, but he really couldn’t help it. He barely had any time with you at all the last few days and he craved you badly. Craved you like an addict craved a cigarette. 

With a deep breath in, he timidly raised his fist and knocked on the door. 

Chan was laid awake in his bed, your figure lay next to him. You were on your back half curled into him with your hair a mess, strewn all over the pillow under your head. The alpha had only awoken moments ago, the streams of the morning sun that cascaded through the window hitting him directly and causing him to wake up. He was stifling a deep yawn when he heard the delicate tapping at his door. 

The elder furrowed his brow, before responding with a grunt of acknowledgment; An offer to enter the space. Chan hadn’t expected to see Jisung cracking open the door with an anxious grin. “Sungie? What're you doin? Are you ok?” Chan mumbled looking concerned at the beta. 

“Uh- uh yeah. ‘M ok.” The betas eyes flickered back and forth from Chan and your sleeping form. Jisung fidgeted with his fingers, looking and feeling conflicted. Then he shook his head, “Nevermind, I’m sorry to bother you Channie. This was stupid of me.” 

“Jisung, wait. What’s goin on? You can talk to me about anything.” Chan offered him a comforting yet lazy smile, keeping his voice low so as to not disturb you.

Jisung shuffled on his feet and wrung his hands. This suddenly felt like a bad idea, but he had already come in here. “I um, I just missed Baby is all. She was in my dream and I.. wanted to see her.” 

Chan could sense there was a little more to his words than Jisung was expressing, able to see the bulge hidden behind the betas sweats. He didn’t mention it, not wanting to embarrass Ji more than he was already feeling. Jisung already couldn’t hold eye contact with Chan - the younger man choosing instead to flicker his eyes back and forth between the floor and your sleeping form. 

Chan nodded towards the bed, “Well come on then. Come snuggle with us.” 

“Really?” Jisung perked up a little, shuffling a little further into the room and closing the door softly behind him. 

“Of course, you know she loves to cuddle so she won’t mind.” 

A wide grin broke across the betas face. He then wasted no time in skipping over to your side of the bed. Chan pulled you just a little closer to his side, giving Ji some room to slide in under the covers beside you. Jisung immediately felt the warmth you provided, a satisfied purr rumbling out from his chest when he wrapped his arms around you . You stirred lightly but didn’t wake. Subconsciously you did cuddle further into him. 

Chan gave a chuckle at how content both of you seemed to be. He settled himself back into a comfortable position and closed his eyes, waiting to see how this would all play out. 

It didn’t take long. 

After only a few minutes, Jisung began to get antsy. Being this close to you intimately reminded him of the whole reason he made this venture in the first place. The delicate sweetness of your scent was overwhelming his senses but even so he couldn’t resist the deep sniff he gave your hair- his eyes fluttering shut and open. 

He remembers the dream he had recently awoken from. He remembers the sounds you made as he ate you out. Remembers the slick that had poured out of you and into his mouth, the dream was staggeringly vivid.  Jisung could feel his dick swell a little more, hardening even further in his pants. 

There was a shift from the alpha on the opposite side of you, that in turn made your body move. In that movement your leg bent slightly and brushed against Jisungs hardening member. The whimper that accidentally escaped Jisung was embarrassingly loud. 

There was a beat of complete silence, other than the sound of your deep breathing as you slept. Both boys were still, though for different reasons. Jisung was waiting for the (what he assumed was) inevitable. That Chan had heard his sound of desperation and that he was now going to be tossed out for making things weird. On the other hand; Chan was waiting with smug curiosity. Waiting to see if Jisung would make the noise again. 

Chan was the first to break the silence, “Jisung, why did you really come in here?” He still kept his tone low and as even as possible; he didn’t want to spook you or Ji. 

There was something hidden in the alphas' voice that the younger man was able to pick up. It was as if Chan already knew exactly why he had meandered his way into this room at the first sign of morning. It made Jisung nervous- more so than he already had been. 

He debated leaving and avoiding the question all together, but he knew he would be on edge about it all day. The anxiety would fester and rot throughout his whole day and he really didn’t want that. 

“I- I’m sorry. I just… everything about her is so electrifying and stimulating. Even in my dreams she's so… everything.” The beta breathed, getting his thoughts out even though he figured it might make little sense. It’s how he truly felt. 

“What did she do in your dream?” Chan sat up a little, peering casually over to Jisung. 

Another pause. 

“She uh- she got on top.” Jisung sputtered his response quietly, his face burning red hot in mortification. 

“Mmm I see.” Chan hummed, “ So you scurried your way to my door to see if she was awake so she could ride you, huh?” 

Ji buried his face further into the pillow with a groan, “Damn why do you have to say it like that!?” 

When Chan snickered at Jisungs dismay, the younger lifted his head to glare at the elder man. 

“It’s not funny! You have no idea the kind of effect she has on me!” He stated dramatically, before wincing at how loud he had said it. Thankfully you only shifted a little then began lightly snoring once more. ‘She must be really worn out from her time with Innie.’ 

“Actually, “ Chan pointed at his mating bite, he wasn’t wearing a shirt in bed so the mark was on clear display. “ I think I do. But just for shits and giggles, how about you tell me exactly how she makes you feel?” 

“I feel..” He fidgeted, attempting to collect his thoughts, “ I feel like a whole different person when she's around. I don’t feel like a kid anymore like I used too, she brings out a side that feels more confident and mature. Like I don’t have to hide anymore. Like I can be who I am and have what I want.”  It came out as a whisper. Jisung was too afraid to speak the truth into existence so he did it as quietly as possible but Chan still heard it. 

“What do you want, Jisung?”

“I want… her. In every way imaginable.” 

Chan smirked, an idea already formed in his mind. “Then take her.” 

“Huh?” Jisung was confused, he had no idea the implication that the alpha meant. 

“You said you can have what you want, so take it.” The elder shrugged, attempting to be casual but still keeping his borderline taunting stare. “I won’t stop you. I’m actually sort of intrigued to see it. And baby wouldn’t stop you either. She may not say it outloud  but there's nothing this girl loves more than getting her pretty pussy played with.”

Jisung bit his lip harshly, eyes flickering back and forth between Chan and you. The offer was insanely tempting. Of course he had heard about the threesome that had occurred with Felix -it was almost impossible to withstand the younger boys bragging- he had just never considered he might be in a similar position. The offer was nearly too good to pass up. His hard member twitched in his sweats as he imagined waking you up with his tongue. With an ounce of hesitation Jisung nodded slowly as to make sure the alpha wasn’t just fucking around with him. “If you’re sure… I don’t want to step on anyone's toes.” 

“Positive. Go ahead Ji, fulfill your wishes.” Chan laid on his back once again, this time sitting up slightly and folding his arms behind his head. He was ready for the show. 

There was only a moment's worth of uncertainty before Jisung had made up his mind. He nodded again then quickly got off the bed and scurried to the front edge of the bed. He reached out to grasp at the sheets and blankets that covered you, giving them a slow tug until they no longer encased you. He watched your brows crinkle for a second before you relaxed again. 

God damn you were so fucking cute. Jisung couldn’t wait any longer, his mouth was already starting to salivate at even the idea of eating you out. Without further hesitation he crawled up the bed in front of you until he laid on his stomach. He placed his hands on your thighs delicately and pried them open wide enough for him to scooch between them. 

He risked one final glance at the pack leader - who only smiled reassuringly - then brought his whole attention to the space between your legs. You had on the same pair of panties you were wearing last night, the pink cotton was light enough that he could see the outline of your nether lips. 

The beta gulped appreciatively, then the tip of his tongue stuck out to wet his lips. He started with laying a few tender kisses to the inside of your thighs. Even if you were asleep he still wanted to be even semi romantic. Or maybe it was just an excuse to get his mouth on you sooner. 

Your skin was soft under his lips. With each light press of them against you he felt them quiver more and more; the immediate temptation to claim you here on the meat of your thigh was already driving him crazy. And don’t even get him started on your smell. Jisung notoriously has the strongest and most sensitive sense of smell in the pack, and right now the sweetness that just naturally poured from you was making his eyes flutter. He couldn’t wait to make you cum, then he could really drown in you. 

Jisung trailed the kisses further up your thighs and finally came to your covered core. He let his lips brush over the outline of you, his tongue peeking out just barely and poking at where he knew your slit would be. He held back a groan at the contact, eyes flickering back up to your face momentarily. His hands slithered up to where the band laid on your hips, and with lithe fingers he slowly pulled the material down your body, giving himself a perfect view of your pussy. 

The beta licked his lips subconsciously and leaned in that short distance to wrap those same newly wetted lips around your clit. You jolted slightly when he began to suckle on your bundle of nerves, the sudden stimulation bringing you further from slumber but not quite awakening yet.  

Chan was still watching from the side. His gaze was set on the way Jisung immediately began to devour you, watching the way he buried himself into you desperately and the glazed over look in his bright boba eyes. The alpha couldn’t help the erection that was starting to sprout within his underwear, getting to see first hand just how needy his pack got for his omega really made the alphas ego inflate. Along with other things. 

It wasn’t until Jisung let his tongue wander further down until it had entered your hole, that you finally were roused from your deep sleep. Your eyes fluttered open blearily as you took in the scene around you. The sensation of the hot muscle entering you made you whimper, though you still hadn’t come to notice exactly what was happening yet. 

A large hand reached out for you and petted the side of your head, “Good morning, my love.” There was a cheekiness in the alphas voice. 

“Wha’s goin on, Channie?” You croaked out, your voice still heavy with sleep. Then came another wet prod from down below, and a gruff moan escaped you. You leaned up lightly to find that it was Jisung between your legs, his face buried within you. “Ji?” 

Chan chuckled, “Your sweet Sungie missed his Baby. He wanted to wake you up with something special. That alright, omega?” He knew you would have no issues with that, if the way you started to whimper and writhe was any indication. 

He was right when you let out a small “Mhhmm” within a moan, then your hands flew to Jisungs head where you gripped onto his curling locks. 

Your hands grabbing at his head brought Jisung back down to earth, he hadn’t even noticed you had woken up yet he was so caught up in his own pleasure while he ate you out. He lifted his face to look at you, his chin already covered in the ever growing slick and his tongue poking out to lick it off. He looked more fucked out than you had and he wasn’t even being touched yet. 

“Morning, my Baby.” His voice was raspy and wet, and also slightly slurred. “You taste so fucking good right now, so fucking sweet; better than liquid sugar. It’s my new favorite breakfast, wanna eat you everyday.” 

After his greeting and his raunchy statement he dived back into his task. He knew all the best ways to suck and lick at you to make you see stars. You could feel your thighs begin to shake as your grip on his hair tightened. You were already close to your high. 

Chan could sense you were about to cum, but he wanted more of a show than that. So he leaned forward and used his palm to lightly push on Jisungs forehead until the younger boy removed his mouth from you and looked up at the alpha confused. 

You let out a whine when your climbing high was interrupted. “Channniieee nooooo.” 

“Aww I know, I’m a big meanie huh? But wouldn’t you rather be filled up when you cum, baby? Sungie has been really nice to you this morning, I think he deserves for you to ride him a little. Wouldn’t you agree, Ji?” Chan directed his last question at Jisung, who had begun to nod furiously in agreement. 

“Please,” The beta begged, still nodding. “Wan’ you to ride me, baby. Been dreaming of it.” He propped himself up on his elbows to better look you in the eyes. His own eyes were pleading, the orbs were wet and glassy, almost as much as the mess on his chin.  

How could you deny him when he looked like that? 

You bit your lip in brief thought, before you nodded in finality, giving in to their request. Jisung sprung up from his position and flung his sweats down his legs, revealing his hard dick. The tip was red and leaking, sticky with the residue of his arousal.  He really must have been dreaming of it. After his pants were down he threw himself onto the bed beside you, scooting himself to rest his head on the pillow while he laid on his back. 

You sat up some more but before you could move, Chan tipped your chin up to meet his mouth. His kiss was all encompassing, his possessive nature seeping through loud and clear for you to read, as his teeth nipped and bit at your lip. Eventually he let you go, allowing you to breathe once again. He settled back into his previous spot, his calculating eyes awaiting your next move.

Luckily you were already bare from the waist down, so with careful movements you swung your leg over Jisungs lap, resting right below his member. His hands found purchase on your thighs that rested on either side of him, fingers curling into the plush flesh. He was already biting his lip in anticipation, making no effort to hide exactly how much he craved you.

His blatant excitement made you bashful, and you felt your cheeks heat up as you couldn’t make eye contact with him despite him being directly under you. “Don’t look at me like that.” It came out as a mumble as you ducked your head. 

Jisung gave you a breathy giggle, “I can’t help it. You’re so enchanting, everything about you is bewitching to me. It’s not my fault you’re the hottest thing since burnt toast, Baby.” 

You snorted a laugh at his last sentiment, unable to hide your amusement. Jisung grinned up at you, proud of himself for making you laugh. You only gave it a moment more, then you reached down to his aching dick and wrapped a hand around the base, stroking up and down. 

The beta threw his head back with a groan, his hips bucking into your grasp, seeking the friction he had been looking for in the first place. “God damn, baby you can’t tease me right now, I might just blow my load right now and that would be too much especially with an… audience.” Now it was Chan's turn to laugh, a deep chuckle permeating the space. “See! He’s already laughing at me!” Jisung spared an accusatory glance at the elder. 

“I’m not laughing at you. Plus, I am the last thing you need to worry about right now.” Chan said and let his eyes wander over to you. The alpha reached out and grabbed the hem of your loose shirt, hauling the remaining garment over your head and giving both boys a clear view of your bare breasts. 

“Holy shit, you are so sexy, look at you.” Jisungs hands slithered from your thighs up to your chest, cupping and grasping onto your heated flesh. Every part of you was still so sensitive and tender from the previous few days. You gasped when his fingers tweaked at your nipples, giving his lap a grind in reaction. The boy beneath you shut his eyes and groaned, squeezing harder on your stiffened peaks. “Mmm you gotta do that on my dick, baby.” 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you Sungie.” You attempted to tease him, a persona you had never found before peaking through. Being on top of him, seeing his reactions to you when you hadn’t even let him enter you yet; it made you feel empowered. “ You want me to… ride your cock.” 

You did your best attempt at a seductive smirk, though you feared it looked more like a grimace than a look of seduction. You risked a glance at Chan- who merely raised an eyebrow with a grin- thankfully saying nothing.

 Jisung on the other hand was an entirely different story. 

His mouth was hung open and his eyes darkened, and he nodded furiously. He looked one second away from begging for it. “ Please my baby, need you bad. Wanna feel you, please.” Oop, thought too soon. “Please ride me, take your pleasure from me, use me.” 

There wasn’t a moment wasted- you lifted yourself up just enough and lined up your core with Jisung, then slowly lowered yourself down onto him. You both moaned and shut your eyes as your walls engulfed his member. 

“Jesus christ.”  

The whisper came from Chan, the alpha now biting his lip with a palm resting on his bulge. You opened your eyes to find his already on yours, locked in and growing darker. Even though he was merely watching, it was still very clear who was in charge; try as you might to convey that you were running the show - it was he who really held the reins. 

You didn’t move a muscle as you held his gaze, even with Jisung whimpering and mumbling praises below you. Once your alpha gave you a subtle nod you started to grind on Jisung, putting your hands on Ji’s chest for stabilization.The betas hands traveled down back to your thighs, where he groped and kneaded your skin. 

His fingernails dug into you - no doubt leaving behind crescent shaped indents - when you lifted and brought yourself back down onto him. His moaning never ceased, as you repeated the movement on him, taking his length deep into you over and over again. 

“So good… better than I imagined… never gonna leave this pussy… wanna live in you forever…” The beta was spewing all of his thoughts, the words coming out almost incoherent. You shifted your hips slightly, causing you to take him even deeper than before. “Ohh FUCK!” He cursed as he thrusted up into you as you went to sink down again, hitting the sensitive spot within you and making your breathing stutter. 

You slick was  pouring out of you and dripping from where the two of you met, sliding down his dick and onto his thighs, then down onto the bed. The sloshing sound was almost as loud as the moans and grunts escaping all three of you. Jisungs eyes were glassy as he kept them locked on your form atop him. His mouth was agape and drool was rolling down his chin. He looked at you like you were an angel and was granting him the greatest blessing. He looked utterly fucked out. 

The burning within your thighs was creeping in, making it harder for you to keep up your moving, yet you were determined to get him over the finish line. It also helped that you yourself were right on the precipice.  Your bouncing slowed just slightly, turning into more of a heavy grind on the boy under you. Jisung bucked up into you again, creating a delicious friction on your neglected clit. “Sunnngiiiie” you whined in pleasure, your high approaching you even quicker now. 

“Fucking hell baby, you feel so fucking good, gripping me so damn tight I think I’m about to explode.” Jisungs voice was getting higher in pitch as his panting increased. “No I know I’m about to explode. Can’t hold it any longer, need to fill you.” He held you even tighter. “Please, please my baby, omega, please let me cum in you.” 

He rarely ever called you by your designation, and something about it drove you absolutely crazy. “Cum. Please Sungie I wan’ it.” 

He didn’t need any further instruction, it was near immediate that his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his pelvis flew up into you, driving his cock as deep as it could possibly go. His arms captured your body when he yanked you down to be chest to chest with him. Tears formed on his lashes as he released spurt after spurt of his hot essence within you. The salty liquid fell from those lashes when you pressed your mouth against his, spit now on both of your faces as you kissed. 

His wild thrusting faltered lightly, turning into a harsh grind instead. That made the rubbing on your nub press harder. This combined with the sudden feeling of being filled with warmth was just what you needed to find your high. You whined loudly into his mouth as you came, your hips stuttering as your walls clamped down on Jisung. 

The stimulation was too much for the beta, and moments after he finished cumming he felt another wave as he came for a second time in minutes. “Fuck fuck oh my god too good what the fuck.” Once again you were flooded with a copious amount of cum, now being so full it began to leak down out and down his shaft. 

After what had to have been minutes, he finally stopped his bucking. Your thighs were shaking with exhaustion by the time you had both finished your highs. You were laying your full weight down on him as you breathed hard, the loud panting now being the only sound in the room. 

Your mouths were still attached to each other, licking and sucking at one another's lips. You were both so distracted with the other that both of you somehow forgot about the other man in the room. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of large hands suddenly wrap around your midsection and forcibly yank you back into an upright position that you came back to your wits and remembered just who was awaiting your attention. 

Your back made contact with his bare chest as his hands snaked up from your stomach to grope at your breasts. He was much harsher with his touches than Jisung had been, but still so sensual. “Do not forget about your alpha, sweet girl.” His voice was gravely in your ear as he nipped on the marred skin of your mating mark; the same one he had given you a mere two weeks ago. 

“Would never forget about you alpha.” It came out breathy and you tilted your head to the side even further. 

“Hmpf, I’m not so sure about that. Looked to me you were pretty entranced by our dear Sungie. Seems fair to say he’s feeling the same way about you.” He reached up to tilt your chin down to look at Jisung who was still laid under you, watching your interaction with glassy eyes and swollen lips.  “He can’t keep his eyes or hands off you, baby. You treated him real well. Such a good omega.” You purred in satisfaction. “Think you can be good for me too?” 

That made you pause. You were feeling a little sore now, after taking the thickness of Jisung, you weren’t sure you could take another so soon. “ I don’t know Channie. M’ a little sensitive right now. Don’ think I can take another inside right now.” 

Chan tsked disapprovingly, “ Aww, my baby can take care of Hannie but not her alpha? Don’t you wanna make me feel good too, Omega?” 

“Of course I wanna make you feel good, Alpha!” You began to cry, sniffles coming through as you spoke. His words clearly had a deep effect on you in your vulnerable state. “ Always wanna make you feel so good.” 

He began to kiss your neck, soothing your distress. “ Shh my girl, it’s ok. I know you wanna help your alpha. My girl is so kind and sweet, so Alpha will be kind to his baby, hmm?” You felt yourself nodding along to his words, your own way of giving over control (as if he didn’t already have it completely).  “Hold still for me.” 

He left another kiss on your neck, then you felt the hard length of his cock running along the back of your thighs. He dragged his tip up to your pussy but not quite to your opening, only inserting himself to collect the drippage that still flowed from you - a mixture of your slick and Jisungs cum. What he did next shocked both you and the beta under you. 

Chan groaned breathily when he slid between your thighs with ease. His reddened tip peaked out the other side, giving you a clear view of the precum that accumulated there, showing his clear arousal. You could all hear the sloshing when the alpha started to thrust back and forth, fucking the plushness of your thighs. He grunted in pleasure as his thrusting sped up, the smacking against your ass jolting your body forward. 

“Mm fuck, your soft skin is perfect to stroke my cock, baby.” Chans hand that wasn’t on your breast came down to grab the meat of your ass, giving it a hard grope then a swift smack. You whined at the contact, imagining how red your ass will be later. “ Ji made you so wet for me, made it real easy for me to slip through.” That same hand came back up to grip your chin tilting your face back down to the beta once again. Never once did he falter his pounding.“ Remember your manners and say thank you to Sungie.” 

“T-thank you, Sungie. Thank you s-so much.” You were stuttering, the intensity of it all catching up to you. Your eyes were still leaking tears. 

Jisungs eyes were half lidded as he took in the scene that was atop him. His lips were agape slightly and his breathing was still laborious, perhaps even more now than it was when you were fucking him. He was stuck in a state of awe. To him, you were a vision of pure lust. Sex appeal personified. Just being near you was a treat, but to not only get to fuck you but also watch you be fucked? He was going to keep this in his spank bank permanently. No, this is his new spank bank. 

The beta barely registered your words, he was too invested in watching the way your thighs quivered as his alpha fucked them. 

Chan gave a laugh through his moans, “ He can’t even speak, you got him so mesmerized. He’s over the moon right now.” 

It was entirely true. In fact, the younger boy was so entrapped by you that his own hips involuntarily began to shift with need, and his lips and tongue puckering in search of something to satisfy his oral fixation. “P-please, baby.” He didn’t know what he was begging for, only that he needed something. 

It was like you instinctively knew what he needed, your fingers twitching when they left the hold you had on Chans wrist, and they reached down until they made contact with Jisungs wet lips. His tongue greeted the two digits and he sucked them inside of his mouth. Immediately he started to suckle on them, and his eyes once again rolled back into his head. He hummed as he licked and sucked. This is exactly what he needed. 

Jisungs hips bucked excitedly, making your body lift and Chan's cock rammed directly into your clit, making both you and the alpha moan. “Nngh, Channie!” 

“Mmm that’s it, baby. I’m almost there.” The sliding friction was too delicious to withstand, especially since the alpha hadn’t had even a taste of your sweet body for days. He was quickly approaching his high, the urge to cum becoming more than he could take. “Fuck, gonna cum all over these sexy thighs, omega.” His statement came out in growls, his eyes darkening even further. The slick thwapping from behind grew in pace as the alpha let his inhibitions go, feeling the cord within him snap as he came with a deep growl; his knot inflating and ramming between your skin. 

His thick cum splattered all over you, coating your thighs and leaving you now completely soaked. Though now it was not only you that was covered in various fluids, but now Jisung was also on the receiving end. His tanned skin now glistened with the mixture that was rolling down from you and onto him. Gross to most, but he was such a pervert that it only made him hornier. As impossible as it seemed. 

Chan's movements slowed gradually until they came to a complete stop all together. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, kissing and sucking at your skin while attempting to catch his breath. Your fingers exited Jisungs mouth, his lips pouting and a whine leaving him as you did so. Both you and Chan could not help the small giggle at the youngers plight. 

“Don’t get greedy Ji.” It was a light comment as Chan removed himself from between your plushness. Chan then maneuvered you off of Jisung, laying you down on the bed next to the beta. You could finally feel yourself totally relax, sighing blissfully when your limbs caught their break. 

The alpha himself settled back on the opposite side of you, also taking a sigh of content. It seems the only one not at peace yet was Jisung. There was a deep lust left inside of him, his thoughts still residing on the area between your legs. 

Ji bit his lip in contemplation, then he moved out of his place next to you and settled once again on his stomach in front of you.

 “Ji?” you questioned, opening your eyes to find him sticking his tongue out and lapping at your creamy center. “F-fuck” Your hand flew to his head. 

The beta moaned as he tasted the combination of the three of you and rutted against the fabric, his bare dick surely chafing but damn it just felt too good to quit. You attempted to shove him off but he didn’t relent. In fact he didn’t stop until you were fully licked clean, all of the residue no longer covering you and the only thing remaining was a trail of his saliva. 

Chan tilted your head and pressed his mouth against your own, swallowing your moans. Thankfully he was doing so, or the whole house would have heard the deafening squeal you let out when you felt Jisungs teeth rake over your inner thigh then harshly sink into it, biting you and leaving his mark on his most favorite place. After a second you were released by the beta and Chan alike, both settling in in various places around you. 

Jisung rested his cheek on your thigh, licking his lips clean. His eyes were sparkling as he gazed at you dreamily then at Chan. 

“What were you sayin’ about being greedy, Channie?” 

“Well good morning to you, omega.” There was a smirk on Changbins face when you entered the living room about an hour later. He was sitting there on the loveseat scrolling his phone, having been up for an early gym session. “I was wondering when you would be out, but it seems you were very busy this morning.” He snickered as he threw his phone to the side and beckoned you into his arms. 

You did so with a huff but also with a smile, falling into him. Your hair was still wet from your shower (that Jisung of course demanded to join you in then demanding you bite his neck to make a claim on him), and your skin was fragrant from your fruity body wash. “Not my fault all of you boys are simply insatiable.” 

He snuggled you while you sat on his lap, “ I disagree, I would say it’s entirely your fault. You are just too precious to resist, it lures us in like rabid dogs.” 

“Hmpf, more like horn dogs.” You snorted, laughing at your own joke. 

It was moments like this, when your quirky personality comes out, that he is reminded why he fell in love with you. He is reminded why it was so easy to fall in love with you. His thick fingers dig into your sides, tickling you mercifully and taking great joy in the way you giggle and squeal. 

“Not all of us are dirty perverts, in fact I would say a few of us can be complete gentlemen.” 

“I’ll believe that when I see it, Binnie.” You batted his hands away as he ceased his tickling. “Are you hungry? I’m itching to get back in the kitchen.” As if on cue, the alphas stomach grumbled loudly. You both looked at each other then burst back into a fit of laughter. “I’ll take that as a yes. What would you like for breakfast?” 

He helped you to your feet, “I wouldn’t say no to some egg rice and pickled onions.” He stood after you and followed you to the kitchen. “And maybe some kimchi?” He looked at you hopefully. 

You smiled and nodded, “You got it, Binnie.” 

He leaned over and pecked your lips, though it was only a peck because at that moment Felix came skipping into the kitchen, “Goooood morning, baby.” He wrapped you in his arms from behind, making Changbin take a step back with a huff. 

“Yeah your turn I guess..” Changbin grumbled and rolled his eyes but smiled back at you when you looked at him apologetically. “Don’t worry about it baby, come out to the greenhouse with me later? I have a surprise for you.” 

“You got it, Binnie.” You beamed at him before your attention was being stolen away by the blue haired beta that held onto you. He whined into your neck, clearly feeling neglected. “ Ok ok, good morning Lixie.” 

“What are you up to, lovely? Gonna make breakfast?” Felix murmured, nuzzling you even further and inhaling your scent. 

“Mhm” You hummed and nodded, reaching into the fridge you were still standing in front of. “Would you like to help me? I’d love your company.” 

“Anything to spend time with you, baby.” He kissed your cheek then let you go, instead grabbing the items from your hands and bringing them to the counter to get started. 

The both of you began to cook together, chatting, laughing and sharing a few kisses. In no time the meal was done, and Felix sent out a text that food was ready. One by one the pack filtered through the kitchen grabbing a plate and thanking you with a kiss. 

“Mmmm just what I wanted, thank you sweetheart.” Changbin gave you a wet kiss on the cheek in between bites. You giggled and shoved him off. 

You took a seat in the kitchen. Felix went to sit beside you but the spot was quickly stolen by Seungmin, with a snarky ‘you snooze you lose’. That earned him a thump on the forehead from Felix, who immediately turns and runs away in fear of retaliation. 

“Baabbyyyyyy,” Hyunjin skipped over to where you were sitting at the kitchen island, him having scarfed down the meal already, and tossed himself to sit on the counter in front of you. “ I have an excellent idea!” 

You swallowed the remains of your food and grinned at him. “And what excellent idea do you have, Jinnie baby?” 

He lightly blushed at your nickname, “Umm,” He was so flustered he almost forgot what he wanted to say. “ I uh, I’ve just  watched a few tutorials on youtube about makeup! So will you let me try it out on you, baby?” His eyes were shining bright with hope. 

Seungmin scoffed and raised his brows, “Yeah I’m sure that will go over well. Don’t do it pup, he’ll make you look like a clown.” 

Hyunjin huffed and pouted, “The only clown around here is you, Minnie.” The elder beta pinched Seungmins cheek then his hand was sharply slapped away. “I just wanna try out some basics. Nothing crazy. Will you let me, please my love?” 

You laughed at their antics, nodding in agreement. “Yes Jinnie, I have no problem with being a clown if it means I get to be with you both.” Your tone was cheeky to match your statement. 

Seungmin grinned when Hyunjin rolled his eyes and his pout grew even stronger on his lips. “I am not a clown and neither will you be when I’m done!” He took off out of the kitchen, shouting as he went, “I’ll be right back with my stuff! Stay there!” 

You hopped off your stool and went to grab your plate to clean it, but Seungmins big hand took it from you before you could. “You heard the drama queen, you stay here puppy.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek and a pinch to your butt with his other hand. “I’ll take care of this.” He winked at you then took the plates to the sink. “HEY INNIE, COME DO THESE DISHES!” 

“Ow, careful of my eye, Jinnie.” 

“Sorry, eyeliner is harder than it looks.” 

“Usually liquid eyeliner doesn’t go on the water line…” 

“Shhh don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” 

You both knew he -in fact- did not know what he was doing but you let him have his moment anyway; even if he was continuously contradicting himself. 

“Here’s the finishing touches… annnndddd done!” He sat back to admire his work, eyes scanning over your face but giving nothing away. 

“How do I look?” You asked, not having seen it at all since he started. He let a small grimace escape his otherwise stoic expression. “That bad? Lemme see!” You reached for his hand mirror, that he reluctantly handed you. “Jinnie!!!” You gasped when you saw your reflection. 

You had the brightest possible shade of blush covering your cheeks, and dark blue eyeliner dripping down from your eyes. That paired with the pasty pink lipstick he used on you, made you truly look like what you had feared… a clown. 

“I didn’t mean too!” Hyunjin yanked the mirror from your hands and threw it behind him somewhere. “It’s not that bad! It’s only my first time, I promise I’ll get better next time!” 

You gave him an incredulous look, “We’re doing this again?” 

“Of course! I’m an artist, I need to master every art form! And you, my fair omega, are my muse, so yes we will have to practice everyday.” He poked your nose, giggling when you crinkled it. “I’ll clean up here” He motioned to the huge mess he created with the makeup, “you go clean up, I left makeup wipes in the upstairs bathroom next to my room.” 

“You got it.” You saluted him sarcastically. Then an evil smirk appeared on your face. “But first…” You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, and smothered his face with kisses, smearing your lipstick all over his face while he shrieked and squirmed, trying to get away from you. 

After cleaning up your face, (and scaring the crap out of Minho who was coming out of the bathroom) you ventured to Binnie's room. You knocked on his door and waited. After a few seconds he opened his door, appearing slightly disheveled. 

“Hey baby,” His skin was warm when he pulled you in for a hug. “Wanna see your surprise?” 

You bounced on your heels, “Yes!” You grabbed his hand and tugged him down the stairs and out of the house. You loved surprises, and these boys loved surprising you so it was a win win.

Going outside to the greenhouse you could already tell when you approached that something was different. It looked cleaner and brighter. The glass was see through now instead of being cloudy and musty like it was a few days ago.

“It looks so good!” You exclaimed, walking through the threshold of the small building. Inside was full of small trees and plants ready to be put in the ground, as well as a large selection of seeds. You turned back to Changbin. “You did this for me?” 

He was bashful as he scratched the back of his neck, “Well it was a group effort. We wanted it to be ready for you. So you could have a hobby or activity-” He was cut off when you flung yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him. He instinctively held you close, closing his eyes as he embraced you. 

“Do you wanna do some gardening with me, Binnie?” You asked as you let go, still looking so happy. 

“I don’t think I’ll be much help, but I’ll give it a shot. I could be your brawn when you need help lifting heavy things.” Changbin flexed his muscles, trying to show off but being unable to keep a straight face. 

You noticed the small speaker sitting on the garden bench, picking it up and shaking it at him. “Shall we listen to some tunes while we work?” 

“You read my mind, dollface.” He pulled out his phone and connected it to the speaker. A peppy upbeat pop song flowed through. Changbin put the phone down and busted into a dance that corresponded to the song. You laughed so hard you clenched your stomach and he couldn’t help but laugh along with you. 

That’s how most of your afternoon went. You and Changbin would work together to plant some seeds and repot some plants, while he also did little dances to almost every song he played. After a few hours (and a lot of pop songs) you had filled many pots and had plenty of things planted. 

You wiped your hands on your dress and stood from your place on the ground. You looked around with a pleased smile, happy with all the work you had put in today. It was getting quite hot in here now, the afternoon sun making it even warmer in the greenhouse. Changbin had just returned from a quick venture inside, coming back with bottles of water and handing you one. 

You graciously took one from him, twisting off the cap and chugging from the bottle. Changbin watched as a few drops escaped the corner of your mouth, licking his lips as the drop slowly rolled down your neck and into your cleavage. 

You finished off the whole bottle before you noticed the alpha was now standing right in front of you, mere inches from your face. “Binnie, what are you-” you cut yourself off when you felt his thumb brush against the corner of your lip, wiping away the excess. 

Even after the offending drop was gone his thumb remained there by your lips, and his eyes were trained there. You held your breath in anticipation, wondering about his next move. His eyes then flickered up to your own, catching you watching him in return, then he leaned in slowly and pressed his plump lips to yours.

You reciprocated by pressing into him in return, and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. He smiled against your lips and ran the tip of his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You parted your lips only slightly, giving him permission to ravage your mouth. He placed his hands on your hips, not gripping too hard but still having a firm hold. 

One thing you noticed about Changbin, is that even though he was an alpha, he was not inherently rough with you. His touches were softer, as if he was scared to break you and he made it a point to be like that. 

Changbin knew he was strong and capable. He also knew the stigma that came with alphas. Many of those who shared his designation were known to be violent, short tempered and rough. Changbins personality just wasn’t that intense though. He was more of a laid back guy for the most part; not taking things so seriously. That’s not to say he was totally inept within his rank - no, Changbin was fiercely protective and headstrong. 

Especially when it comes to you. 

You whimpered lightly when you felt his tongue breech your lips, and in return he let out a growl from the back of his throat. He patted your hips as a signal for you to jump and you did so. The alpha hoisted you up and held you by the backs of your thighs as he deepened the kiss even further. You could feel your slick growing and starting to soak your panties.

You groaned when he started to kiss down the column of your throat, licking at your salty skin and inhaling your sweet smell. “Binnie…” You murmured, loving the way his lips felt on your heated skin. 

“Mm, you’re feelin a little warm, baby. I think we need to get some of these layers off of you.” You could feel his smirk against your neck, rolling your eyes but still following along. 

“Hmm I think you’re right.” 

He supported you while you reached down for the hem of your dress and pulled it off your body, letting it fall to the dirty floor without a care in the world. You weren’t wearing a bra underneath, the dress being more than enough support but now it was gone and your bare chest was pressed against his clothed one. 

“Oh fuck, my beautiful omega, so dirty not wearing a bra.” Changbin moaned, feeling your pebbled nipples through the thin material. He turned around with you still in his hold and pressed you against the greenhouse wall. You shivered when the cool glass touched your back, finding some relief from the heat. With your weight now being distributed against the wall it gave Changbin an opportunity to slide a hand up to the band of your underwear. “Wanna get even dirtier and let me take these off?” 

You gave a nod, and he didn’t even waste time in tearing them down and off of you. Now you were completely naked and held against the wall, while Changbin was still dressed. You tugged on his shirt in a plea for him to take it off. “Bin.. off.” 

“Ok ok, hold on to me.” You did as he said and he was able to rid himself of his shirt. You absolutely loved his body. It may not have been as defined as Chans or Innies, but he was thick and perfect for loving on. And those arms make you swoon. “That better?”

“Mm, much.” You kissed him again, making him press against you again. He gave you a roll of his hips, his clothed cock rutting against your bare core. You were feeling much better after having a few hours to recover from the ruckus love making you had this morning and your body was beginning to crave Changbin now. Your slick was wetting the front of his pants more and more each time he rutted. He could feel it seeping through and it made him more ravenous. 

“Help me pull my pants down, baby.” He commanded gently and you did as ordered, shoving the opposing material down as far as you could, releasing his member from it’s confinement. The thick appendage slapped up against his stomach, the fat head had a drop of precum leaking from it that smeared on his skin. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally freed. “That’s it, good girl.” 

You purred at his praise, and nuzzled your face into his neck, kissing him there. “You can put it in if you wanna..” You were too shy to outright demand it from him like you had Jisung earlier. 

“Ain’t gotta tell me twice.” Changbin pressed you harder into the glass and lifted you slightly, then lowered you onto his upright cock. The alphas eyes closed when he felt your wet, hot walls grip him. Finally. “Holy shit, omega. You’re so fucking tight squeezing my dick.” He was moaning his words. 

You were fairing no better, your head was thrown back against the glass and your own eyes were screwed shut. He was so big, taking him was a major stretch and it was already pushing you to your limits. “F-fuck Binnie, alpha. S-so big.”

“Oh yeah? You like alphas big dick?” He was smug as hell, especially after you nodded. 

He gave you a moment to adjust, not wanting to hurt you. He waited until the crinkle in your brow started to cease, then he gave you a shallow thrust, testing the waters. You gave a whining moan, tightening your hold on his shoulders. “Nghh, move more. Please.” 

Listening to your plea the boy moved you up and down on his length, no longer being as gentle as he was before. At the same time he gyrated his hips in attempt to stimulate you even further. The effort provided fruitful because you could feel him so insanely deep inside and you cried out loudly in pleasure. Thank god you both had left the music playing or the whole forest would have heard your moans. 

You were both sweating profusely, the summer heat now at its peak, making you both even filthier than you had been- even being covered in dirt and soil. The sweat was making your back glide across the glass wall, creating a squeaking sound with each thrust. 

“Ain’t gonna last too long, omega. Waited too long to be able to hold out. Fuck it’s too good.” He grunted and sped up his hip movements even more. 

“Wan’ you to cum, alpha.” You were starting to go glassy eyed as you felt your own cord about to snap. “Need your cum.” 

“Fuuucckk, you want it? Then fucking take it, every last drop inside your pretty omega pussy.” He pumped into you once, twice, and on a third time his thrusts stuttered and his thighs shook as he emptied into you; his knot inflated and locked you into place on him. In desperation he latched his sharp teeth onto the meat of your shoulder. You were hit with the familiar euphoria that came with a claiming bite and it sent you over the edge right after him. 

Your essence squirted out of you and all over the male's thighs. The second his teeth let go of you, you buried your face into his own neck and bit down hard. The second your teeth embedded in him, the alpha came for a second time. His eyes rolled way back into his head and he started to tremble as he felt the pure emotions that came from you. A tear even built up in the corner of his eye, and fell once his high ended. 

You began to come down as he leaned against you, putting more weight on you as he tried to catch his breath. He still held you up though, as his knot was still going strong within you. 

Changbin looked at you through his long lashes, a lazy yet ecstatic smile grazed his features. “That.. was incredible.” 

You didn’t have a chance to respond, there was a sudden blast of cold water being sprayed at you both and a loud shrieking leaving the offender. 

“AHH WHAT THE FUCK!?” You yelled, swiveling your head to find Jeongin with the hose in his hand and a disgusted look on his face. “Jeongin stop!” 

Changbin turned his body in an attempt to take most of the attack, but it was too late. You were both soaked. Thankfully Changbins knot deflated and let you go back down to your feet. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” The elder alpha screamed at the younger, pulling his pants back up while shielding you. 

“What’s wrong with me?! What the fuck is wrong with you!? Fucking in the greenhouse like animals!” The boy grimaced and motioned to the scene he walked in on. 

“You’re one to talk! Wasn’t it you who held her hostage for 3 days while fucking her like a literal animal?” he pointed accusingly, clearly pissed off. 

Jeongin set the hose down and crossed his arms, “That was in the comfort of my own room! Totally not the same thing! And while we’re at it what is with you older alphas defiling baby in common areas?” 

You began to shiver from the cold water that remained on your skin, folding your arms over yourself in an attempt to re warm up. “That was not very nice, Innie.” 

His eyes softened when he looked at you, and he walked towards you and pulled you into his own arms. “I’m so sorry, my baby. It was mainly a prank on Changbin, I didn’t mean any harm.” 

“You’re such a little asshole, Jeongin.” Changbin snarled as he pulled his shirt back on and bent down to grab your fallen garments. 

“Says the littlest alpha I’ve ever met.” The younger boy snapped back. 

“Boys no fighting please. Let’s just go back to the house, yeah?” You grabbed your dress from Bin, letting Jeongin help you redress-opting to omit the underwear- and then shuffling out of the greenhouse and back into the house. One thing you noticed from outside the greenhouse though, was there was an imprint of your body left on the glass that was visible from the outside.

After a stern talking to Jeongin and another shower, you were ready to wind down for the evening. You wandered down to the main floor of the house to find most of the pack already there, and Minho was already setting dinner on the table. 

Chan was sat at his seat, reading some kind of flier that was left in the mailbox.  “There’s my omega. Come here baby.” You fell into his lap and he kissed your cheek. “How was gardening with Bin?” 

“We got a lot done!” You beamed, eager to share what you had accomplished. “We planted strawberries, and peppers and melons and so much more!” 

He chuckled “That’s great love. I’m so happy you got so much done.” He gave you another kiss. You went to move to your own seat but he only held on tighter. “Nuh uh you stay right here, I’m not done holding you yet.” 

“We have to eat Channie.” You laughed when Felix set two plates full of food down in front of you both with a wink. 

“Perfect, we will eat together right here .” He smirked and with one hand fed himself and the other was held on to you. “Oh yeah, have you ever been to a carnival baby?” 

“My hometown throws one in the fall to signify the changing of the seasons”, you reminisced on the moments from your childhood. 

He nodded, “Well our little town does one too, only ours is at the beginning of summer. It starts tomorrow, so we were thinking maybe we could go and have some fun.” 

“That would be great!” Your pleased scent was permitting out, showing your excitement. “I love the carnival! And getting out would be nice too! Thank you Channie.” 

“Don’t thank me, it was Mins idea.” 

You made eye contact with Minho from across the table, he only spared you a single glance then he looked back at his food in nonchalance. 

“Thank you, min. I would very much like to go out tomorrow.” You were polite with your words, trying your best not to be snarky. 

The whole table waited with baited breath for the betas response. 

“It’ll be fun.” Was all he offered, grinning at you then continuing to eat his meal. 

You couldn’t wait. 

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Ok so I’m dying to read a snape x reader fic where the reader is pregnant with his baby and he gets all sweet and possessive of her in the bedroom but also like kinda rough in the tender/sensual way only Snape can be 😂 One word: SMUT. I’ve never found a fic like this (If you have PLZ recommend) thanks, love your work!!

My Love, My Everything ~Soft!Severus Snape xFem Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Summary— Read request. Anon Response— Hi hi hi anon!! Thank you thank you for the request! I haven’t written for Severus in a while, but I’m back in my Alan Rickman era so here’s this smutty little fic you requested <3 Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, sex while pregnant, eating out, fingering, overstimulation, rough yet tender and gentle sex, fluff, teasing, light taunting, implied future smut, etc.

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The second Severus walked into your shared bedroom, his hands were on you. It started with his hand caressing your back, guiding you to the bed. Then when your legs hit the edge of the bed, his other hand snuck its way to you chin, before his lips connected with yours.

You hummed into the kiss in content. Severus wasted no time in separating your lips with his tongue and exploring your wet cavern. A moan ripped through your throat as his tongue dominated the kiss. His hand moved from your back to your hips, before guiding you to lay back on the bed.

Severus was careful and caring, not daring to harm his wife or his future child. He carefully crawled on top of you, starting to love on every piece of exposed skin you had to offer. His tender touch began to removed all your clothing, until you are completely bare in front of the man you loved.

“So beautiful…” he groaned, as he stood up and his eyes raked over your figure.

Severus then quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving yours. Under his intense gaze, you became flushed and attempted to cover yourself in embarrassment. Severus was quick to cock his brow at you, and consequently pounced on you, grabbing your hands and holding them above your head.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, Darling… You’re so stunning, it’s a crime…” He husked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You squirmed against his hold, while the man began his naked assault down your body. He left litters of kisses and bites and bruises along your frame, before he reached your swollen belly. Severus then looked up at you with sparkling eyes. He licked his lips and had a wicked smirk. You squirmed even more, as his hands moved to hold your hips down and his mouth prepared to taste you.

“S-Sev p-please…” you whimpered, thrashing back and forth in desperation, all Severus’ teasing having properly riled you up. You stared to tease your nipples for some amount of relief.

Severus didn’t need to be told twice. His hands suddenly held your hips in a vice grip, making your gasp. That would leave a bruise along with the dozens of other ones he’d made tonight… Then you felt his hot breath on your cunt, and a second later, Severus was diving into your previous pussy.

You cried out in pleasure, as the man held nothing back, giving your cunt his all. One of your hands immediately shot to his head of dark curls. His tongue was unrelenting, lapping away at our folds, and quickly diving into your cunt. His thumb drew up to your clit, rubbing tight and swift circles against your bundle of nerves.

“Oh God SEV—!” You cried out, your head being thrown back against the sheets as your eyes screwed shut tight.

It turned so rough and overwhelming so quickly that the fingers teasing your nipples went limp, unable to think or do anything else than take what Severus was giving you. Your hips jolted upward and into his touch in needy desperation.

Severus’ grip on your hips only tightened in response, keeping your hips from effectively suffocating him, as his tongue was so addicting… He groaned into your cunt as he felt your walls clench around his tongue, which only made you wetter.

After his tongue had effectively done its job of getting you dizzy and soaked, he pulled away slightly. Your head shot up and you immediately whined at the man in need.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you know me better than that, Darling…” Severus chuckled, before sliding two of his girthy fingers into your cunt.

“AhHhhHHh bloody helll—UghhhHh…!!” You groan out, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

Severus couldn’t help the smirk plastered across his face, as his digits fucked your pussy rough and deep, just like you needed. As he did this, Severus leaned forward and began placing kisses upon your swollen belly.

“Look at me, love…” Severus husked.

You struggled to lift your gaze and look at Severus, as his fingers were curling and scissoring your cunt so deep and so good. The man could see your impending high in your eyes, and it made him swell with pride, only spurring him on even more.

“You look so good with my baby inside you, my love…” Severus said in his low, sultry tone.

God that tone… that tone could make you cum alone…

“Mmm Sev…!!!” You squeaked, as his fingers curled inside you, hitting your g-spot over and over again, your hand from your chest swiftly moving to grip the sheets tight.

“What do you need, Darling…? Use your words…” Severus husked.

“Cum!! Make me cum dee GOD please Sevvv…!!” You cried out, your body so on edge and shaking, at the behest of merely two of his fingers.

“Good girl…” Severus hummed, “Cum for me.” He husked, sliding a third finger into your heat and fucking you at a relentless pace.

The coil in the depths of your body snapped as all three of his digits curled against your clit with rough, calculating intention. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, as your body convulsed and the walls of your cunt clenched around Severus’s fingers.

Your couldn’t bear the intense pleasure, your head rolling back against the sheets, your eyes shutting tight, not being able to keep your gaze on your man. But Severus let it go, knowing how sensitive your body was from carrying his child. He merely fucked you through your orgasm, going now at a gentle pace, while tenderly kissing your swollen belly.

After your cunt stopped clenching fervorously and your waves of pleasure began to subside, you were finally able to take a breath. Your walls were still fluttering as Severus pulled his fingers out of you gently. He immediately showered you with praise, telling you how good you were for him.

Severus then made his way up your figure, showering your shaky body with light kisses along the way, before his lips connected with yours once more in light but passionate kiss. You were panting into the kiss and afterward. But you had the biggest smile on your face the entire time.

Severus laid beside you, embracing your frame and not planning on letting go anytime soon, also taking the moment to lick his fingers clean of your juices, making you giggle lightly.

“You’re incorrigible, Sev…” you giggled, swatting him lightly, before pulling the man in for another kiss, “and hot…” you murmured lustfully against his lips.

“Haven’t had enough, have we…?” Severus teased you into the kiss.

You pulled away with a smirk and a certain look on your face.

“Of you?” You quipped, before running your tongue from Severus’ exposed collarbone all the way up his chin and into his mouth,

“Never, Severus…” you husked with shining eye matching his dark, lustful pupils.

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[jarofstyles]

Pleaaaaase do a little size kink blurb where he teases her about not being able to take it all miss jars

Ok because you asked so nicely 😚

Warnings- size kink, slight degrading, soft dom h, pet names, teasing etch

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“I dunno, pet.” His hand stroked over her side as she laid spread out for him, resting his cock over her tummy. ��It’s a bit too big for you, don’t you think?” Rocking against her, she whimpered as her eyes went down to see the ruddy head of his cock leaking slightly over her skin, hard and obviously aching.

“I can take it- I can do it, I promise.” Her pleads were slightly pathetic but he knew what he was doing. Harry knew what it did to her when he spoke to her like this.

Harry was big, one of the biggest and thickest she had ever taken. It did take her a bit to adjust but she could do it. He caught on relatively quickly though, just how much she loved it when he teased her about it. Taunted her, made her squirm. He was so sweet in his words but the sparkle of slight evil behind his eyes let on that he enjoyed making her whine and whimper for it, wanting to make her beg.

“Maybe, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He clicked his tongue, fisting his cock as he dragged it back down and tapped the tip against her clit. Hips jolted as she let out a keen, hands fisting the sheets as she watched his intent eyes look at their joining. She was drippy and wet, embarrassingly so as she felt it down to her ass, but Harry had been teasing her for a while now. “Such a tiny cunt. As much as I’d love t’stretch your holes out, I love you a bit too much… I don’t want my girl hurting.”

“It hurts now, I’m empty!” Stomping her foot on the mattress, the needy girl felt herself huff, eyes tearing up as she felt frustration boil over. “I need it, I need it inside of me now. Please don’t make me wait. I don’t care if it hurts, it’ll feel good.”

He cooed, bless him, smearing his cock through her folds as she threw her little tantrum. Getting her to this point was always fun in his eyes. “Y’need it that bad, sweet thing? Poor little angel baby is crying for cock.” His lips pursed in a pout, his free hand wiping away a tear. “Proper tantrum because your cock hungry little hole feels empty. Should’ve known, though. You like it when it hurts.”

“I do, I just need it. Please, give me it. I’ve been good, haven’t it? I’ve been so good and you’re being so mean.” Her babbled cries made him grin, letting her buck her hips up and rub herself against him, smearing her arousal all over his cock. Getting her brainless like this was his favorite thing to do.

“Okay, darling. Okay. I know you’re greedy. Cunt’s gone all sloppy and wet. Nasty little thing y’are.” He crooned, notching the tip over her entrance. “Let’s try just the tip first. I’ll give you a taste, and if you’re good and your hole can take it, maybe I’ll give you a few inches.” His hips slowly pressed in, letting the bulbous tip breach her. Popping in and making her breathing quicken, more tears falling down her cheeks. Sure, it hurt a little. It usually would with him- but it was what she needed.

“Thank you, thank you, I need it.” She rambled, hand lifting to his arm and nails digging into the skin as her stomach jumped with each breath.

“I know you do. My sweet little angel of a girl, I always forget how greedy you are for my prick until it’s in you.” Soothing strokes were given to her cheeks, the guise that he didn’t love making her a wreck playing well on his face. “Let it stretch you for a little bit, pet. Sit pretty and let yourself drip all over it before I ruin you even more.”

[peppertoastuniverse]

the heat of summer – geto suguru

contents: geto suguru x gn!reader, switching povs, just 2 idiots in love, lots of fluff, suggestive gojo, soft sugu, suguru being the biggest doting mother hen who just wants to love you and make sure you're ok summary: suguru geto wonders if it’s the summer heat that’s the cause of his flushed face and erratically beating heart or if it’s because of you. wc: 2.8k

“stop.” he warns, voice low, tugging you to him easily. “let me,” geto whispers.

stretching out his broad frame on his bed, geto stares up at the ceiling humming casually. it was his favourite time of day. he enjoys watching the darkness of the evening overpower the golden edges of the disappearing sun, the intense heat from the day diluting into a pleasant warmth. a pleasant breeze dances through his opened window, rustling the pages of his carefully abandoned book on his bed. the book that you bought him last week. you showed up at his door during this time, slightly out of breath with excited eyes contrasting your dishevelled uniform. you must have just came back from mission with gojo. pressing a hardcover book into his palms before beaming “suguru! I brought this back for you from Kurashiki! i.. i thought you’d like it.” you were so sweet. you thought of him.

he smiles at the memory. there it was again – a temporary trespasser within his chest, stomping on all reason in his brain. a foreign warmth bathes his chest in a tenderness that he couldn't understand. his brow furrow slightly at this strange feeling. he exhaled slowly as to appease his erratically beating heart, weaving his now sweaty palms through his loose dark hair to distract himself.

huh. must be the heat. or.. was it because you were- smack. a cool package striking geto’s contemplative face, effectively knocks him out of is reverie. a welcome distraction in the form of a.. popsicle?

narrowed violet eyes trail up to his best friend's confident stance, large hands splayed across the open door, pale face immensely pleased with himself. “dude, what the fuck?” a tinge of annoyance colouring geto’s words, satoru was always so careless. raising an eyebrow, the beginnings of a cheeky grin decorating gojo’s proud face, “what? did I get the wrong flavour, baby? wanna taste mine then?” quickly crossing the threshold into geto’s tidy room, waving his own purple popsicle his best friend’s face, dark glasses sliding down ever so slightly to reveal blue eyes full of mischief. gojo was practically vibrating from boredom. "..or do you wanna taste something el-" gojo cackles, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "enough." suguru spits with an amused scoff, as gojo’s snickering lingered in the summer air. accompanied a quiet mutter of thanks, geto carefully opens the packaging of the shockingly blue popsicle. placing the plastic wrapper on his bedside table while gracefully moving his body into a seated position. he sighs softly, enjoying the coolness of the treat and the sweet flavour dancing on his tongue. “- ehhh? that's it? you usually try and beat my ass after something like that. tired again, suguru?” gojo's boisterous voice was too loud and lively to match the hot, sluggish summers of Tokyo, but geto noticed the slight tinge of worry laced in it. stepping quickly to take a seat by geto’s side, gojo intentionally jostles the bed, playfully bumping geto's knee with his own in the process. frowning geto easily takes the bait and kicks him back with a disproportionate amount of ferocity, earning a wide grin from the white haired boy. “satoru, if you want to fight go bother someone else.” "oh believe me –  i tried. nanami and haibara were sent on that mission this morning, ‘member? and shoko already threw me out of her room." gojo whines rubbing the back of his neck, licking his dripping popsicle hastily. bright eyes scanning geto’s room until he noticed the book. the book that you dragged gojo all around Kurashiki to 4 different bookstores to get. turning his head he eyes his best friend’s suspicious face in glee. “don’t tell me you’re still pouting, suguru? ….you’re still worried about them?” gojo asked poorly attempting to hide his amusement. oh. geto wonders why his heart starts beating rapidly at the mere mention of you, or why all of a sudden the intense summer sun was back in his room. "nah, it's just the heat – it must be getting to me." geto side steps, easily masking his slight frown. biting the last bit of his popsicle, voice slightly muffled as it melts in his mouth. “they just texted me, y'know. they're fiiiiiine. they'll be back in a few hours!” gojo teasing tone stifled as he chews on his purple stained popsicle stick.

geto unconsciously lets out a sigh of relief. you were okay. he was glad that you were okay – of course you were. you could hold your own during missions, you were reliable – albeit a little too reckless for his liking sometimes, and you had a tendency to be self-sacrificing when it wasn't needed but - wait.

gojo and you… texted? since when? gojo's face whips to his, the beginning of a shit eating grin threatens to spill from his lips “.. and they asked about you too.” geto's heart lurches, fighting a pleased smile. “yeah well, they ask about everyone." an easy excuse.

it's definitely not the summer heat that made his face flush.

you sighed audibly - japanese summers were really a punishment. you really couldn’t take the heat - it was too intense, too brash – it overwhelmed you until you were breathless. as you felt your uniform begin to stick uncomfortably to your skin you huffed. you couldn't wait for autumn. strained muscles, a few minor cuts on your legs and a stinging left arm were the souvenirs of your first solo mission after your recent promotion to grade 1 – thankfully this one didn’t go too badly. stretching lightly you groaned when you heard the faint pop of your aching joints. at least you had the cicadas and the faint moonlight to keep you company as you made the trek back to jujutsu tech.

a refreshing breeze danced through your hair and you hummed in pleasure, appreciatedly. gingerly you raise your arms, gathering your messy hair into a ponytail out of your face, exposing your sweaty neck. reaching to your wrist, grabbing the black hair tie that he gave you last week. you remembered his observant eyes recognizing your irritation at your unruly hair getting in your face during training. calling your name, you found yourself situated in between his long legs, his fingers, lightly weaving through your hair, slightly tugging it, coaxing your locks into a ponytail, "there, we go…" he'd mutter tying it off easily and patting your head for good measure. he thought about you.

you smiled at the memory. there it was again – a temporary trespasser that would somehow make a home within your chest. arriving so elusively, spreading to the flushed plains of your cheeks decorating your face with an air of bewilderment. you inhaled sharply, noticing the vibrations of your unevenly beating heart. you grumbled involuntarily playing with your hair, twirling it around your pointer finger.

ugh. must be the heat. passing the torii gates, you could almost feel your soft bed and plush pillows. You groaned prematurely imagining your dorm room fan, blowing on your skin. maybe you could watch a movie to wind down or take a cold bath. or maybe...he would be up and you could drop by to–

a rustle interrupted your thoughts.

turning briskly, your cautious face painted in surprise when you saw his emerging figure in the darkness.

geto.

it seems as if he wasn’t expecting to see anyone either. eyebrows quirked, sleek black hair let loose around his broad back. instantly geto's posture straightens out in the dim moonlight as your eyes meet his. was he.. nervous to see you? you shake the silly thought from your wandering mind. probably not, why would he be nervous to see you? “suguru!” you smile tiredly with a wave. "whatcha doing here?" approaching him with a slight bounce in your step despite the protest of your muscles.

"just out for a walk." he answers smile matching yours. "mission go okay?"

if you weren't as equally observant as geto, you wouldn't have noticed him tucking his fidgeting hands into his loose pants or his amethyst eyes give you a quick once over, slight crease on his brow. "it wasn't anything i couldn't handle.. but i'm all gross and tired." you answer, trying to appease his worry, ponytail swishing behind your back.

“you’re bleeding…” geto’s long strides meet your smaller figure, quickly approaching you with renewed intent. You could feel the heat of his meticulous stare on your left arm, your own eyes glancing down surveying the damage. "huh? oh. that.. it's fine, just a scratch –" geto can't help but feel exasperated by you sometimes, you're too kind almost to the point of being naive. you’re just so thoughtful, always putting other people first – trying to reassure him while you're actively hurt and bleeding. he doesn't like that. you needed to take better care of yourself, realise that you’re important too.. you’re important to him.

your eyes widen slightly when you feel his long fingers gently encircle your right wrist, effectively guiding you to sit at the benches behind you. pulling out a handkerchief out of his pocket he glances apologetically at your face briefly before pressing it to your wound to ease the bleeding. you flinch slightly in response. "suguru – really! i'm fine, it's nothing–" nose scrunching up in protest. he interrupts you with a rather sassy deadpan glare catching you off guard. if you weren’t so exasperated with his coddling you would’ve laughed. but it’s just like suguru to dote on you. picking your battles, you roll your eyes, gently slapping his knee without any real vigour. “suguruuu,” you whine dramatically. “stop.” he warns voice low, tugging you to him easily. “let me,” geto whispers. you’re about to protest again but you don’t expect his serious expression as he meets your pouting face.  you do what he asks and if he keeps looking at you like that you’ll do whatever he wants. so you sigh impatiently, admitting defeat with a grumble. with him you always folded so easily. you watch him as he works, the gentle growing glow of the moon accentuating his soft features. you notice the slight furrow in his brow as he cautiously lifts the handkerchief to peek at the wound accessing it’s severity. his sharp jaw unconsciously tensing thoughtfully, high cheekbones accentuating his sleek eyes, the curtain of black hair billowing down the nape of his long neck occasionally catching the warm breeze. you never realised how handsome he was. your fingers couldn’t resist the temptation as they brush a strand of his hair away from his face, tucking the silky threads behind his ear affectionately. geto slightly stills with the intimate action before melting to you fleeting touch. fingers trembling, you hesitantly drop your fingers, curling your hand into your lap. contact severing far too soon. geto and you sit in a comfortable but thoughtful silence as he fusses over you. with him it felt like you didn’t need to fill in the silences, you could just exist in the same space and find comfort knowing that he was beside you. his strength and raw power were always the first thing people saw but to you it was his quiet kindness. what you appreciated about him was his gentle nature, his presence was comforting and reassuring like the retreating sunlight on your skin at twilight. under his gaze, you’ve never felt so cared for.

"do we have to cut it off? am i dying? ooh dang, i was really looking forward to listening to satoru complain all day about the heat tomorrow," you quipped sarcastically, breaking the silence. "seriously? you complain just as much about the heat maybe even more–" his large hands stilling, his right resting lightly on your thigh, skin beneath his palms burning. "is that any way to talk to your patient, sugu?" you interrupt him casting a cheeky smile, as geto rolls his eyes. "hmm, it should be okay for now. but you should really be more careful next time. at least visit shoko once in a while – you're not invincible. " he chastises you. "pffff, and miss out on quality sugu time? no way!" brightly exclaiming, stretching out your legs. he chuckles, the sound adding to the vibrations of your unsteady heart. if he laughed again you swore you might have a heart attack. he looked so relaxed like this – so free. you felt that geto was one to hold his own emotions so close to his chest that they threatened to consume him from the inside. after all, he was so busy taking care of everyone else, who would take care of him? you wanted to carry his fraying thoughts, to keep the the storm above his shoulders at bay, to help him bear the weight of the curse of being human. black hair falling as he shakes his head, "you're ridiculous, you know that?” he pulls the handkerchief away to check on the wound one last time before tying the makeshift bandage loosely, satisfied. you whisper your thanks as his warm hands withdraw. you crave the missing contact immediately.

resting his hands on his knees, he looks at you in amusement before his quickly flicker to ground at your feet.

“you know that you can get quality sugu time anytime you want, right?” he says with curious sincerity.

you savour his rare bashful expression. this was a version of geto you rarely saw and you couldn’t help but coo internally. he was always so confident and sure but seeing him like this felt like you got to see the real version of him, a proposal to form a new, deeper bond of trust. “yeah, but we’re both being shipped out all the time now. I never get to see you anymore…” you voice trails off, growing softer with unexpected vulnerability. your shy eyes squint up to dark sky, choosing to be swallowed by the sky instead of the abyss of his eyes. absentmindedly you ramble, words spilling almost carelessly, "it would've been way more fun if you were there with me today." "oh, just me, eh? did you miss me that much?" lightly bumping his knee to yours. you can hear the slightly cocky smile on his face – all shyness gone – voice bright, pleased with your admission. "pfff uhh – i…. okay. i meant if everyone was together!" you added, hastily, pursing your lips realising he didn’t see through your poorly veiled bluff. "hmm… i dunno, it sounded better when it was just me," he slightly pouts, his palm cradling his cheek as he peers down at you. you bump his broad shoulder with yours, his sweet smile temporarily hypnotizing you, making you forget your injury. you stiffen with a quiet wince, hoping he didn’t hear. but nothing gets past geto, especially you. swiftly, he winds a strong arm around your lower back stilling you. geto shifts to check on your wound, you feel the rumble in his chest as he tuts. his concerned eyes flash to yours.

“hey. hey, easy there. can't have you bleeding out on me again." you fidgeted slightly looking anywhere but his face for you knew that if your eyes met that you’d simply combust. geto observantly notices your stillness and soothes you warmly, intuitively rubbing your back moving impossibly closer to your feverish body. you feel like you might die like this.

“i thought about you... when you were gone," voice soft, barely there as if he was letting you in on a secret and he was unsure if he himself wanted to admit it yet.

p­­­lunging into the abyss you looked into his twinkling eyes, perhaps the stars were hiding in his eyes tonight. “...you weren’t worrying about me, were you?”

"i know that you're capable, but sometimes i cant help it..." sighing slightly, the tips of his ears flushing at the confession.

you allowed your head to find his firm shoulder, curling into his warmth, recognizing his vulnerability. being mindful of your injury, geto rests his head on top yours with a contented hum. Your eyes softening, “don't worry sugu, i'll always come back..."

i'll always come back to you, your heart quietly admits, surprising even yourself as you further bury yourself in geto. but it's almost too soon, too overwhelming to voice it out loud. you feel his gentle caress tighten around you minusculely, interrupting your spiralling thoughts, comforting you even when you didn’t even know you needed it. the combination of the weight of his head and his comforting scent further grounding you reassuringly. your body relaxing, melting into each other.

" .. i missed you, too." he says softly, his eyes carrying a confession of something more. you feel his shy grin, before glancing back at his flushed face, finding a mutual expression reflected in his eyes.

you're not sure if it's the summer heat or this sudden close proximity that makes you feel dizzy. maybe it was the gentleness in his tender touch stroking the embers of something new in your heart.

for now you're content with holding onto him just a little longer.

a/n: u best believe i made geto and and gojo have matching popsicles lol because that’s canon

[gtgbabie0]

heyy!! i saw that your reqs are open ans i was wondering if i could ask for an "cregan stark x fem reader" in which the reader is giving birth but she ends up having complications during the birth (blood loss or the baby simply taking too long to come out) and she ends up being unconscious for a while... if that's not ok please ignore it, thank you!! <3

-Cregan Stark x reader

{The birth of your son Brandon Stark was nothing but stressful, and it makes Cregan face some horrible realisations}

CW// descriptions of blood/ reader is giving birth

Hope you enjoy my lovelies!! 💕

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It was early in the morning when it began. You were eating breakfast with Cregan when the sharp shooting pain erupted through your lower stomach, it took your breath away and you couldn’t help but reach over to clutch onto his arm with a gasp.

He stops mid-sentence as he watches your face contort with an awful look of discomfort, panic rising in his chest when your eyes meet his.

“My love? What is it?- what happened?” He asks, standing up from his chair. He helps you up, wincing as you scream out in pain. Cregan guides you to the bed his hand soothing your lower back in hopes it’ll relieve your discomfort, but his attempts are fruitless when he notices the tears that fall from your eyes and his heart drops.

You shake your head, squeezing your husband's hands as you try your best to ignore the blood that pools between your legs, “The maesters- please” You gasp between breaths and Cregan doesn’t need to be told twice as he rushes out the door.

It isn’t long before people start to barge into the room, orders being thrown around as the midwives lay you down on the bed pressing a cold wet towel on your forehead.

Your body aches as a hot flush wash over you, and every sensation is far too overwhelming, it certainly doesn’t help that your skin is sticky with sweat. You can hear Cregan outside your shared bedchambers before walking through the wooden door, much to the dismay of the nurses.

“What is happening?- please” his voice is strained and he can’t bear to look down at you, the sound of you hyperventilating is enough to make him feel sick to his stomach.

The maester looks up at him, “She has started her labour early lord Stark” he takes a deep breath, watching the worry that deepens within Cregan’s eyes, “You must let us work”

Hours have passed since then, the late afternoon sun is peaking behind the curtains and Cregan hasn’t left your side as your clammy hands squeeze his. He chokes back a sob every time you let out an agonising cry, your face pressed into the sweat-soaked pillow as you grit your teeth.

The nurses tell you when to breathe then push, breathe then push and you know for a fact that your body cannot handle much more pain, exhaustion is creeping through your already weak body.

“Almost there lady Stark, almost there” one of the nurses promises, as she switches your cold rag for a new one, and Cregan doesn’t miss the worry in her eyes as she glances down to the blood-soaked sheets beneath you.

“You hear that my love? Almost there” He leans down to press a kiss to your damp hairline, pushing back the wet strands.

His thumb caresses the space under your eye, wiping your tears away as he holds your cheek. “I can’t- Cregan I can’t” you sigh, trying your best to smile up at him.

He shakes his head, pressing his forehead against yours “Yes you can. You are the strongest woman I know” he whispers.

You nod, taking a deep breath before squeezing your eyes shut, pushing one last time as the nurses and maesters all shout praises. “A boy!” You hear someone gasp but they seem miles away, and then you hear your baby cry as the midwives move quickly to clean him, wrapping him up in a clean blanket.

The noise of the room seems to bleed together, muffled as if you were underwater and with it goes your sight, then everything seems to stop and for a moment, for the first time in the last seven hours, there is clarity and the ache in your body ebbs away as your eyes flutter close.

The moment your grip on Cregan's hand loosens his heart stops, and the sight of your limp body covered in sweat makes his whole world come crashing down. He can’t think straight and the feeling only grows stronger as his eyes drift to the blood-stains all over your legs and bedsheets.

There’s a lump in the back of his throat that chokes him, and all the words he wants to say, needs to say, die on his tongue.

“My wife- is-” he isn’t able to finish the sentence as the Maester hands him his son, his cries hit Cregan's ears, a painful reminder that no matter what happens to you he has to carry on, a harsh reality that he can’t bare to face.

Before he has time to even look down at his child he’s already being whisked away from his arms, wet nurses attending to him. It’s almost as if the world has slowed down, and he can’t breathe.

“She has lost a lot of blood, my lord,” The maester says, his tone soft and gentle as he cleans up, taking out some strong-smelling herbs. “The best we can do is let her rest, if she doesn’t wake within the hour hold this under her nose” he nods about to leave the room.

“She’ll live?” Cregan's voice is weak as he gently holds your hand.

“Of course my lord, as you said, she is a strong woman” he smiles before leaving the room, and it’s only when the door closes that his tears fall so effortlessly from his eyes, and he pleads to any Gods who are willing to listen to him that you’ll be okay.

Cregan doesn’t leave your side once as the hours pass by. His hand gently lays over the top of your heart. The feeling of it beating beneath his palm gives him hope. He gently pushes your hair back, tucking the strands behind your ear as he waits on bated breath for you to wake up.

He watches your eyes flutter and immediately sits up, shuffling to sit closer to you. You groan something incoherent, but he can tell from the way you sound it’s out of nothing but pain. He’s quick to hush you, guiding you to lay back down, to your dismay.

“Y/n, please- relax, my love” he pleads with you as you grab ahold of his hand.

“Our son? Is he-?” You panic, voice hoarse as you try to sit up, ignoring the pain that seizes your body.

“He’s fine, I promise-” He whispers, watching your panicked eyes flicker frantically around the room, "But you, my love- please you need to rest” The way his voice trembles with worry makes you listen, that and the unbearable ache in your bones.

You look up at him, tears in your eyes as the heaviness of the situation finally weighs upon you. “I want to see him, please?” You whisper, and the hoarseness in your voice makes his heartbreak.

He wipes away the tears that fall from your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “You will, I promise.” His voice calms your nerves. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? He’s not going anywhere” Cregan smiles as you nod.

“Okay. I do need a bath” You let out a raspy giggle, relief washing over you as Cregan chuckles beside you.

“Of course, my sweet wife” he smiles, his hand gently caressing your cheek before disappearing off, but not without looking back at you, a sad look clouded over his tired eyes.

The water is pleasantly warm against your skin, your hands grasping onto your husband’s shoulders as he helps you into the wooden tub. There’s a thick layer of silence that falls upon you both, it almost feels suffocating.

Cregan doesn’t mutter a word as he washes you. The water sloshing around, and the harsh wind is the only thing you can hear. It’s you who breaks the silence, catching his hands within your own.

You bring his hands to cup your face, “I’m okay. Cregan? Look at me, please?” You plead, noticing how he hasn’t been able to keep eye contact since you woke up.

There are tears that build up in his eyes, a dam of emotions that burst out of him. “I thought I lost you” he whispers, voice strained as he breaks down completely, the last hour finally catching up to him.

“But you didn’t Cregan, I’m right here” You don’t bother trying to hide your own tears, and he’s quick to wipe them away.

He leans to rest his forehead against your own, “I know” his voice is so quiet that if he were sitting any further, you wouldn’t be able to hear him, “But you almost weren’t, and I can’t live without you” he presses his lips against yours in a gentle, loving kiss.

“You don’t have to, I am right here, my love,” you tell him, kissing him once more before he pulls away. “I love you” you smile, as he goes to start washing your hair.

“I love you more… more than words could ever express” he finishes washing you. His touch is overwhelmingly gentle, so full of love that it makes your chest bloom with warmth.

The way his fingertips graze along your arms, how his lips feel as they press kisses along your shoulders. Small whispers of sweet nothings shared between you both in the candle-lit bathroom only ever to be heard by the pair of you.

You lean on Cregan like a crutch as he helps you from the bath, drying you off and changing you into fresh clean sleep clothes. Your bedchambers have been aired out by herbs and incense, and the bed sheets have been changed.

It feels so heavenly as you climb into bed. The sun was well and truly set. “I have a visitor for you” Cregan smiles, walking into the room with your son in his arms, wrapped in a blanket.

You gasp as he hands him to you. He stirs from his sleep with the movement. His tiny fingers wrap around your own as you admire him. “He’s perfect” You press a kiss to his forehead. Cregan sits beside you on the bed, the back of his fingers caressing his son's cheek.

“Brandon Stark” you whisper, looking over to your husband as he glances over at you with nothing but tenderness in his eyes.

You lean your head against his shoulder, smiling when he wraps an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer, before pulling the sheets over your legs. “Brandon Stark” he repeats with approval, and you both chuckle as your son gurgles up at you with wide eyes.

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[bookishdreamer28]

More dad Azriel? More dad Azriel

Azriel was frantically walking up and down the hall of the winter house. You were giving birth. His beautiful and loving mate, was giving birth to your baby girl. A girl.

"I can't stand it. I need to go back inside right now!" Azriel outreached for the handle of the door but Rhys stopped him.

"You were literally freaking out in there earlier. You almost fainted and Y/N is the one who's giving birth!"

"Of couse I'm freaking out! How am I supposed to stay calm while hearing her screams and trying to wait patiently here as my kid is coming into the world?!" Azriel almost shouted. Cass chuckled behind him and brought a hand on his shoulder.

"Relax brother. Everything's going to be ok. Y/N is so strong and your baby is going to be great."

"Cass is right! Don't overthink right now. Just sit down a little, try to relax and everything will go on smoothly. Madja will make sure that both Y/N and your baby will be fine." Feyre's comforting hand came to rest on Azriel's shoulder.

Azriel felt like calming a little. They're right. You're strong. And courageous. And amazing. He knew you could do it.

Your scream pierced through the walls of the rooms and Azriel shoot up from his seat.

"That's it I'm going in!" His brothers tried to stop him.

"No Azriel wait-" Rhys sentence cut off as another scream could be heard now. More like a wailing. Azriel froze on the spot.

"Oh! She's here!" Elain exclaimed excitedly and everyone had a huge smile on their faces.

"Az? Are you ok? You're just froze-" Nesta watched in shock as Azriel bursted through the door of your room, and closed right in everyone faces. Before anyone could say anything, he opened the door again just to say:

"If anyone dare to come in here right now, you'll deal with heavy consequences. It's me, my mate and our baby now got it? Thank you" He closed it again and he slowly turned around to face you. He sucked in a breath as he took in your tired form. The way you looked so beautiful, made him weak to the knees every time. He went to your side immediately and slowly crunched down to take a better look on you.

"Sweetheart? It's me. I'm here now and I will never leave your side." He planted soft kisses on your hand. You smiled warmly at him and rested your forehead on his.

"She's here" you whispered.

"She's here" Azriel looked astonished at the image in front of him.

Madja walked in with you baby girl in her arms. Your baby. Your beautiful girl.

Azriel inhaled a shaking breath, trying to hold his cry.

"There you go. She's great and healthy. Congratulations you two!" Madja said and she placed your baby girl in your arms. Madja then decided to leave and when she opened the door she came across 7 heads trying to take a look.

"Come on everyone leave the couple alone for now" She said as walked outside. Once the door closed, Azriel and you just enjoyed the moment of looking at your girl.

"Az..."

"She's...oh my- She's amazing, sweetheart. You did it" he looked at you with glassy eyes. "Baby, you did it. You did amazing I'm- I'm so proud of you" he kissed softly and deeply, not being able to contain himself any longer.

A small whine heard, and you and Azriel looked down immediately just to fins your sweet girl staring back at you.

"Hi honey!" You smiled at her and booped her little nose with pointed finger. Azriel looked at the interaction in wonder. How? How could he ever be this lucky to have you and now your beautiful baby in his life?

Azriel stared lovingly at his daughter, not believing she was here with you.

"Hello my beautiful girl." His voice was full of emotion.

"Wanna hold her?" You asked Azriel. He looked a bit hesitant and you knew exactly why.

"Please my love, don't think like that." You took one of his hands and kissed it. That brought even more tears to the shadow singer's eyes.

With slightly shaking hands, he took the small form in his arms, and everything suddenly clicked. Like the missing piece of the puzzle was finally found. Having you and his daughter with him, was the most beautiful and extraordinary gift he could ever receive in his life.

Your daughter stared at Azriel with bright eyes.

"My daughter." Azriel murmured and leaned to kiss her forehead softly and carefully. He then turned to you and gave you one more kiss on your lips.

"Thank you for this gift my love. Thank you for making my life brighter by stepping in. Along with our sweet girl now" He murmured against your lips as he sealed your lips once more, wanting to do it again and again and again.

It was him, you and his daughter. Everything felt right. Everything were perfect.