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oneirataxiahiraeth · 3 years ago

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Hi um I wondered if you could write a smut where the reader and kai are at a party and the reader is super drunk and horny so she gives kai a lap dance and he becomes a boner or is hiring too, something like that idk?? Then they go upstairs and Kai fucks his gf so good and hard that the whole mf gang heard them. I LOVE YOU if you would do that ( I mean I love your smut anyways but YEAHH <33333)

Birthday Girl

Pairings : human!reader x heretic!kai

Warnings : swearing, secret boyfriend, shameless flirting, mentions of alcohol, smut, teasing, praise kink, oral (fem. receiving),spanking, thigh riding, spit kink, rough sex, fingering, overstimulation ig not really though, blood kink if you squint, biting, not proof read but I’ll go through and fix typos later

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A/N :

I LOVE YOU TOO BABES <3333 this took way too long and I’m sorry about that😭🤚🏾

You downed your 12th shot, eyes squeezing shut at the burn in your throat. Every part of your body buzzing just a bit from the alcohol running through your head. You weren’t necessarily drunk, but you certainly were not sober in the slightest. At this stage you’d considered yourself to be ‘tipsy’. Where the music had started to become less annoyingly loud, and the constant voices yelling over each other made you stop wanting to scream every five seconds. Now you were just enjoying the event that you friends had set up, just for you.

You gasped, body whipping around to face the pervert who land their hands directly on your ass for almost a full three seconds. You quickly relaxed at the sight of your boyfriend who managed to move his hands away from you at lightening speed before your friends could even notice his presence.

“Ugh,” Caroline groaned, eyes rolling as she noticed the man standing behind you. “Who the hell invited him?” She crossed her arms over her chest. The alcohol in her system causing her to be way more blunt than she usually is.

You did. You had actually invited him. You don’t remember the exact shot where you had texted him about your surprise party, but he was here now. Your friends hadn’t really known about the relationship between you and kai… yet. If any one of them caught wind of you two dating, all hell would break loose. He would’ve been castrated in the middle of town square and you would’ve been locked in a tower from the rest of your human life. And while Kai wasn’t really worried about your friends not taking a liking to him, he did enjoy the scandal of it all. The mystic gangs perfect little human girl falling for the bad boy. The sneaking around, stealing kisses when nobody was looking, and make out sessions when your besties were just in the next room. It was all just way beyond hot. You on the other hand, hated the sneaking around, and having to hide your relationship. Of course you didn’t want to shove it in there faces, but you didn’t want to hide your affection for your lover. You had to settle for the ‘friend’ title in front of your friends, just so it was a little less weird when you defended him against their harsh attacks.

“Uhm, I actually came here to see my girl- best friend…” his eyes narrowed at the almost disaster. “My girl best friend. So please, feel free to keep the attitude for yourself, Clarence.” Kai rolled his eyes at the blonde, your cheeks going hot at his slip up. The cool scent of his cologne taking over his presence next to you. He wore your favorite one tonight, the one that absolutely drove you crazy. Or maybe you were just in that certain stage of tipsy where you almost couldn’t control yourself. “Anyways, I’m sure you guys had an invite all ready and prettied for me, but I’m pretty sure it got lost in the mail.” He smirked, placing his arm on top of your shoulders as everyone rolled his eyes at the heretic.

“Oh right, yeah,” Bonnie nodded, as if she had remembered something. “I had it all ready for you, and then I tripped and it accidentally fell into the fireplace and burned right up.” She retorted. “Something I think you should give a try-”

“Oookay, let’s play nice now…” you sighed, already over the thick tension filled air.

“Well, she still has nine shots left.” Damon said gesturing to the girl under the heretics arm. “So scram, unless you were planning on catching up.” He spoke, pour another round of shots for you and your friends. Kai scoffed at the comment, eyes scanning all of your friends. They barely even seemed affected by the amount of alcohol that they’ve each consumed. Unlike you, who had your arm wrapped around his back, hand shoved in his back pocket, basically gripping onto his ass cheek. Your ‘tipsy’ always seemed to lead to ‘horny’ which was a bad case, in this particular situation.

“You guys are going to let the absolute light weight drink 21 shots?” He scoffed, head shaking at the idea.

“Heyyy,” you whined with a pout, narrowing your eyes at the brown haired heretic. “I can hold my own, ‘been doing this shit since high school.” You scoffed, taking one of the shots Damon poured of the counter.

“Yeah, right, and apparently as your only responsible… friend, I’m going to have to cut you off now.” Kai stopped you before you could get too far with the shot. He took the glass from your fingers, bringing it to his lips and knocking it back for himself.

“Boo!” Elena groaned at the buzzkill.

“Yea, boo you whore!” You booed, grabbing another shot from the counter, chugging it quickly before he could stop you.

“Did you just- call me? A whore?” He scoffed, genuinely in great disbelief. It was about time he got you away from these… bad influences.

“It’s mean girls, dude. Get with the times.” Damon rolled his eyes as if it was common knowledge. You hadn’t yet showed Kai the classic like ‘mean girls’. You feared he’d have too much fun with the inspiration he’d get from Miss Regina George.

“Fine, if no more drinking…” you hummed, trying to find a different solution for your fun. “Then you have to dance with me.” You slammed your shot glass down on the counter top. “They need someone to distract for the next hour or so, so they can get the kitchen set up with my cake and presents and stuff anyways.” You sighed, exposing the plan you heard Damon and Tyler complaining about earlier. The sentiment was sweet, and frankly well thought out, but you really just wanted to get away so you could be alone with you boyfriend.

“Heyyy, how did you- Damon…” Caroline growled, Damon’s eyes widening as his hands shot in the air in his defense.

While Caroline and Damon went at it, Kai slowly dragged you away from the group into the larger crowd in the living room. You were clinging on to the heretic, shamelessly, not even caring about whether or not your friends were paying attention to the either of you.

Maybe it was just the amount of alcohol you consumed, or just the pure adoration you held for him, but hot damn he looked so fucking good right now. His sweet cologne still taking over your sense, making you a bit light headed. Your body leaning into his, forcing his arms to wrap around you, just so you wouldn’t fall flat on the ground. You hands now out of his back pocket and roaming all over his body, focusing on the biceps that he’s grown since the first time you’ve met him.

“Somebody is a little touchy tonight.” He hummed, placing his hand on the small of your back to keep you lifted up against him.

“Well, maybeee if you weren’t so fucking hot, I’d be able to keep my hands off of you.” You giggled, bringing your hands up to cup his jaw, bringing your faces together until you felt your lips brushing against each other.

“You should really get control over yourself before your friends catch you trying to suck my face off.” Kai chuckled, but you didn’t seem phased by the idea of your friends catching you.

“Oh, I am definitely trying to more than just your face off-”

“Ohhh wow-” he coughed to clear his throat from the sudden dryness. “You need to get a grip.” You tried to not laugh right in your face.

“I mean, I’m trying to grip yo-”

“Y/N!” He whisper yelled, his eyes going wide at your sudden boldness. “Damon is going to see you, and rip my eyes out of out of my damn sockets.” He warned, not really used to you being the way to get him flustered in public places.

You were one of the last humans in your friend group. Well… one of the last people who have yet to die in your friend group. Everyone either kicking the bucket and growing fangs as a result, or having Bonnie bring them back to life with a little witchy woo. You? You haven’t died even once. You were untouched. And fortunately for you, you had friends who had plans on keeping it that way. To make sure that you got to live your full life, growing old, having kids, getting married, they wanted that for you. Because a lot of them couldn’t have that for themselves. And even with your fragile human state, you still managed to be there for each of them in their times of need, so they planned of being there for you, for as long as they can.

“Your lips can still work without eyeballs, silly.” You rolled you eyes. “Come on, just one little kiss.” You pleaded, poking out your body lip for dramatic effect. “I promise I won’t tell a soul.” You whispered, earning a small chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Later.”

“What if I happened to want you right now?” You raised an eyebrow. “Theres nobody upstairs, we could lock ourselves in a room somewhere-”

“They’ll notice… it’s your birthday party…”

“Exactly.” You whined. “So why won’t you seduce me?” You stomped your foot onto the ground.

“Because your being a brat.” He commented, your eyes rolled at the comment.

Before the day even came, you had mentioned once or twice that you didn’t even want a physical present. Now, you didn’t specifically mean sex, you just wanted a simple sweet night with your boyfriend. Sex hadn’t even been on your mind with the request, but then again, you had taken 12 shots to the head. You weren’t a big drinker, solely because you hated that hangovers, but now the damage is done. And you boyfriends plans to steal you away for the night foiled, not only once with the party, but twice considering the moment he’d managed to get you out of the house you’d be clawing all over him.

“Well, I’m still 12 shots ahead of you, handsome.” You huffed. “You need to catch up.”

“You were the one who decided to start taking shots.” He shook his head.

“It’s my birthday, I can do whatever the hell I want.” You rolled your eyes at the man, searching around for a bottle of anything that was safe to consume. “Come.” You hummed, tugging him away to a corner in the living room where a peach flavored bottle of vodka sat, just waiting so be chugged.

“I’m not drinking that.” He scoffed as you shoved the bottle in his face. “I don’t even like peaches.”

“You need to chug… for 12 seconds.” You shook your head, not really interested in the disapproval lurking on his features.

“You are being a menace.” He sighed, which only put a bright smile on his face.

“Gimme kiss and I won’t bother you to drink for the rest of the night.” You bargained.

He debated his choices. Get decapitated in the middle of your birthday party for kissing you in front of all your friends, or drink that nasty peach poison. Peach poison sounded way better in his head.

He took the bottle from your hands, flicking the cap off onto the floor. You held up both of your hands, one hand holding up just 1 finger and the other 2, making the number 12. The amount of seconds he agreed to drink to catch up with you. He shook his head at you and your annoying quirkiness before bringing the bottle to his lips. Kai was also not a big drinker, he preferred the sweet stuff, and being drunk just didn’t seem like that much fun to him. But usually he could hold him very well.

You watched, counting out loud and with your fingers as he chugged the liquid. You stopped him at 12, his face scrubbed with disgust as his heated up and the lightness already making its way to his brain.

“Never. Again.” He coughed out.

“Promise.” You sighed. “Now, come one, you have to dance with me.” You hummed and he groaned.

“But I just-”

“Dance with me, meaning you have to touchhh me.” You sang out, grabbing his hands, placing them a little lower on your body than they should’ve been. But that was the whole point.

“Ew, I don’t want to do that.” He said sarcastically, causing your eyes to roll once again.

He moved his hands a few inches up to your waist. Swaying to the music, as you dance wildly, along with the rest of the party you were surrounded by.

You danced for another hour or so, kai allowing the alcohol to control a lot of his movements. His hands roaming over your body as he danced to the same beat with you.

You leaned up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck hoping he’d finally let your lips touch his. But no dice. “They’re not looking.” You pouted, he just smiled, fighting to not bug into your cuteness. “I’m going to get that kiss.” You grumbled.

It was suddenly then when Kai decided to curse the person who selected the playlist for this event. Nothing but your favorite songs playing back to back, and while that was pure heaven for you, he didn't seem to appreciate it very much. Your natural energetic life of the party nature always getting attention even when you didn't notice. You wore a bright hot pink sash around body, with a shiny plastic tiara with pink feather at the base of it, you had a short white dress that Caroline lent to you for the night, it fit a little tight on you, but of course, you made it work.

The two of you were lost somewhere in the party, all of your friends caught up in their own world, drunk out of their minds, not even worried about you. You were glad to see them having fun, it meant you now got to have a little fun of your own without much of a risk.

You lead you boyfriend towards the couch without him noticing. You hips swaying to the music, as you pushed him to sit down on the cushion, people noticing but not many making a bit big deal out of it. Not big enough of a deal for any of your friends to find out about this. Your boyfriend looked a little confused for a second before realizing what you were doing. You climbed on top of his lap, cheers and whooping noising emitting for the crowd around you as the watched your hips moving carefully over his. Your pretty white dress riding up your thighs as you rocked against his crotch, earning a soft groan from his lips as you danced, seeming to just be innocent but he knew your intentions.

"Y/N someone's going to see-" you just replied by pressing yourself down harder on top of him, mouthing the lyrics to the song playing through the speakers.

Your hands placed on his shoulders as your back arched, body moving with the music. His hands placed on your hips, eyes staring at your as a soft smirk found it way to your lips. You were always very persuasive and it was moments like these when he found it hardest to resist you. Your hips dragging over his, your ass brushing against the forming bulge in his jeans. He took in every inch of your appearance. His hands slid down to grip the soft skin of you thigh, allowing your hips to move freely still. The dress you were wearing just a bit tight around your tits, you cleavage staring him right in the face, your neck just as soft as always, the party lights set up around the house illuminating your entire presence, just making it unfair to all the other girls who showed up hoping to impress. No one was impressing anyone next to you.

"Can I get that kiss now?" You pouted hands slipping down his shoulder to his chest, in between your bodies, slowly inching towards his crotch and the bludgeoned your feet pressing against you thigh.

"So impatient." Kai grumbled under his breath as you brought your face closer to his.

"Mm very impatient." You hummed, moving carefully before connecting your lips together.

The strong taste of whatever fruity vodka he chugged earlier on his lips and the strong taste of bourbon on yours. Either way, the taste was way too addicting to just stop at one simple lazy kiss.

"No ones upstairs right?" Kai hummed and the two of you took a look around. All your friends partying down in the same room as the two of you.

"Nope." You smirked. "They won't miss us for a little while." You took your bottom lip in between your teeth.

Kai contemplated on the pros and cons for a minute before making his decision.

"Am I getting my gift now?" You asked looking at him through your eyelashes.

"You are evil" his face crunched and you shrugged.

You giggled, sliding off his lap, back onto your own two feet. Your pretty white dress looking a bit tighter than it did a few seconds ago, but that could easily be his mind playing tricks on him. His jeans felt tighter, gripping his thighs worse than before, and that was definitely not a mind trick. You began moving your hips to the music again, noticing his eyes hooked on you as the white fabric clung so sweetly to your skin. You held your hand out for your boyfriend, waiting for him to stop being stubborn and just take your hand.

"Your not going to make me take care of myself are you?" You pout, a little sigh in your voice. God, the way he was seconds away from just throwing you on this couch and letting everyone watch as he made you scream his name.

He stood quickly, taking a look around before wrapping his arm around your waist. Without a word he lead the two of you towards the stairs, and seductive smile on your lips as you went willingly.

He took you to one of the guest rooms, closing the door behind you. Throwing his jacket off the moment he knew the two of you weren't followed by one of your overprotective friends.

You were all over him, clothes flying everywhere, his jeans discarding somewhere on the floor, his shirt tossed to hang on the bed post, his hands wrapped gently around your neck, your lips crashing together as he walked you back towards the bed.

Tongue clashing messily, hands roaming everywhere they could, mind full of dirty thoughts that you'd soon get to act on. His hot skin pressing against yours as you climbed onto his lap once you were on the bed, his lips traveling down from your lips to the valley of your breasts, sucking light bruises wherever he pleased on your body. Soft moans from your lips filling the air. Your need for him increasing, heart rate rising, and body just aching to be closer to him.

"God, your so needy tonight." He smirked, lips pulling away from your skin. You slid off the hot pink sash around your body, dropping it to the ground, your dress riding up until it sat right above your hips.

"I want you so bad." You whined, craving for even the tiniest bit of action.

"Oh I know, baby." He mocked your whine, hands now on your hips causing your dress to rid up even more. "You were quite the tease tonight, you know." He hummed, and you nodded softly, sick of talking about the subject. "So... tempting." He sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed, guiding you to take place on his lap. "So... naughty." The word caught your ear, eyes widening a bit at his choice of words. "I know it's your birthday and everything, doll, so I'll go easy on you... but i don't think a punishment is in order." He sighed dramatically, a pout finding its way to your lips.

"but it's my birthday." You poke your lips out further hoping that your cute peal would work in your favor.

"Which is why I'm actually going to let you cum tonight." He mocked again. "But you know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?" He asked and you nodded slowly.

Fuck.

"Please, I can't wait, I need you so bad, baby please." You were whining for him already. He just smirked, tightening the grip he had on your hips, slowly bouncing his leg up and down in thought. Your mouth dropped open slightly at the friction against your core you were too focused on him to notice.

"Oh don't worry, baby, I'll be gentle." He hummed, deviance in his voice. There was no such thing as gentle when it came to Malachi Parker.

He felt the dampness of your core sitting on his thigh, his hands guiding your hips to move back and forth. He had every intention of letting you get off on him tonight, but he'd of course make you earn it. It didn't matter what day it was, it didn't matter where you were, rules are rules. You should know, your basically the one who set them anyways. You let out a soft breath as you caught the hint to move your hips along with him. You core pressed down against his thigh, clit rubbing against the cloth of your thin panties, the pressure from your movements allowing a moan to get stuck in your throat that you refused to release.

"I want you to count these." He spoke, your eyebrows scrunching in confusion for a second before you felt he first sting. His hand clashed with the skin on your ass, a quick Yelp emitting for your lips at the unexpected surprise. "Count." He demanded.

"O-one." You cleared your throat. He smirked at the response, eyes connecting with yours, watching as you tried to hide the pleasure on your face.

The process repeated more times than you cared to admit, and you enjoyed more than he would've guessed. The hot stinging on your ass edging you further and further until you so close to your high you could practically taste it. Mewling at the feel of his hands clashed with your ass and your clit rubbing about his thigh, soaking the skin with your juices.

"Twenty." You cried out, this slap harder than the others... or were you just sensitive from the others? "I'm so close, kai." You moaned, hips rocking as quickly as the could over him, his own dick hardened at the feel of your covered push against his thigh. "Tw-twenty One!" You yelped at his last spank, his hand marks bruising your bottom, his hand running over the scorching skin in hope to sooth you. The cool from his rings, really helping burn. You came with a hard shudder, and a moan so pornographic he wished that everyone could hear it.

"Good girl," he praised, and you hummed, head falling onto his shoulder. Hips still slowly rocking against him out of habit. "I think you've earned your present now." He teased, bringing a slight smile to your face.

He slid you off his thigh and back onto your feet. He stood, towering above you, hands undoing the zipper in the back of your dress. You leave the white fabric in the floor as you let him push you back onto the bed. Excited for the night he had planned for you. He kneeled at the end of the bed, arms wrapping around your thighs, tugging you closer to him. Your heart beating through his chest as he peeled your panties down your legs revealing your glistening core. Juices from your previous orgasm adding on to the sex appeal as he took in the sight before him as if this was going to be his last meal ever.

You moaned at the way his tongue glided over your soft folds, getting a nice taste of everything you had to offer. You let out soft whimpers stuff his tongue dwelling in your contents, lapping up all your juices and warmth. His fingers digging into your thighs, which you would've notice hurt if you weren't busy focusing on how amazing his lips felt wrapping around your clit. You cried out, his grip o it your keeping your hips planted flat on the bed. The prickly stubble growing from his face, scratching the inside of your thighs, adding textures as his jaw moved on you, searching to taste every inch of your pretty little cunt. His grunts sending shivers straight up your spine as your back arched off the bed, hands gripping at the sheets as your mind went absolutely foggy. Pure bliss as his tongue toyed with your bundle of nerves, making it harder to stay quiet.

"I'm go-gonna- ffucckk" you moaned out, cheating heavy up and down harshly as you felt your orgasm tear through you body without any type of warning.

Your hips thrashing against his grip, but ultimately staying placing one the bed as his grip kept you down. You cried out as he refused to stop, tongue still working against you in the most delicious manner. He groaned into your pussy, the tastes of your juices nearly making him can even with no sort of stimulation. He enjoyed the moaning mess he had under him, moving one of his arms from around you thighs so he could spread you lips with his two fingers. He took his mouth away from your heat to admire the glistening mess, you hole fluttering around nothing whatsoever, hips trying to stay still but ultimately failing. His lips and chin soaking with your juices, creating the most explicit sight you had ever seen.

"I c-can't- fuck-" you moaned out, eye squeezing shut as you felt his fingers teasing your hole. He watched the way your body reacted to him, smirking at the whined and whimpers.

"But you wanted it so bad, remember?" He mocked you, causing you to cry out again, finally I'm entering his two fingers into your tight hot cunt, stretching you in the most pleasant way. His spit and your chin lubing your cunt up for him, making it easy for him to bring you to another orgasm. The words getting stuck in your throat as all you can release are series of moans and screams as you come undone on his fingers, his lips wrapping around your clit again, the penetration and stimulation always being so much for you to handle. "Good job, sweetheart, you did so good for me." He praised, causing your pussy to flutter again. As much as you loved being called his little whore or a slut for him, his praises did something completely different to you. He licked another stripe up your pussy before climbing on top of you again. "What do you say?" He teased.

"T-hank you, b-baby" you stuttering, body still quivering from the pleasure.

"Open." He demanded and your jaw fell open at the command. He smirked, bringing him gum coated fingers to your mouth, allowing your lips to wrap around them as you sucked off your sweet juices, eyes opening to look at the admiration on his face. "Good girl," he smirked, shoving his finger further down almost causing you to gag but you managed to keep it in as his fingers pumped in your mouth. "Just like that." He hummed, using his fingers to pry your jaw open again before spitting down on your tongue, watching it glide down to the back of your throat before taking his fingers away. "Swallow." And you did, oh so eagerly, just happy to be participating.

His lips connecting to your hot skin on your neck, drawing another moan from your lips. His tongue worked wonders against you once again, his body pressed in between your legs. His erection grinding against your heat through the thin cloth of his boxers, as he sucked another bruise into your neck.

" 'want your cock, baby." you whined, hips rutted up into his crotch, needy and aching for him. "Please, I want it so bad." Fingers running over his smooth skin, wanting to feel every part of him on you... in you... it didn't matter.

"Think you can handle my cock?" He teased, fingers running down your body, coated in your spit, connecting with you slit again, rubbing in figure 8, drawing out more desperate moans from your plumped lips. "Your so sensitive, my pretty little doll." His bottom lip poking out, as he allowed you to grind against his hand getting the friction you've been working for so desperately all night.

"Please, I want it, 'wanna cum on your cock baby, please." You cried, his smile almost demonic as he listened to you beg for him.

"As you wish, birthday girl." He hummed, taking his fingers away from you, chuckling at the needy whines from loss of contact. He sat up above you pulling himself out of his boxers, his length springing up, all ready for action. You hummed as you felt his tip, spreading your folds, allowing his own precum to mix with all of your juices. "Are you sure your ready for me?" He asked, and you nodded eager just to feel him. Just for a safety measure he spat at your core, spreading it around your hole so it wouldn’t hurt going in. You felt him at your entrance, moving slowly as he pushed into you, low deep moan escaping from both of your throats.

He didn't stop until he bottomed out inside of you, tip so close to your cervix you could practically feel him there already. Your walls welcomed him sweetly, still adjusting from your last orgasm, as he began to move again, slowly at first before he set a pace that had both of you moaning and panting messes.

"God, your so tight- fuck" he groaned, his hands running up your thighs hiked up in his sides. His fingers gripped in your skin so harshly there was no way you wouldn't have bruises in the morning. You'd be wearing sweatpants and jeans for the next month at the most. Due to your sensitivity you were already so close, hips bucking into his as you felt the knot in your stomach threaten to slip for the 3rd time tonight. His sweet praises not helping the fluttering in the pit of your stomach.

"Mmmm fuuucckkk" you yelled, legs beginning to shake as you tried to fight the harsh high you were about to face. " m'cumming kai- holy shit" you cried, you arms wrapping around his body, the pads of your fingers digging into his back, urging him to keep going. You came with a loud scream of his name, which he had to muffle with a sloppy kiss. Your cum coating his cock as he continued, body convulsed around him as your kind with black with pretty sparkles and rainbows and fireworks as you released everything onto him. Your eyes squeezing closed as your body tried to unwind from the intensity, but only being met with another build up. Kai hitting into your cunt harder and faster than before, chasing after his own high, your eyes watery at the stimulation of hitting hitting your g-spot over and over again.

"I- I can't fuck-" you cried, hands dropping off his back as your body felt a sudden fatigue, your moans still filling the air.

"Oh baby, yeah you can." Kai twisted, pulling out of your cunt before flipping you over. He lined himself back up with you, hands reaching under your waist pulling you back up to him before slamming into you again, causing your to scream out in pleasure. Neither of you worried about how loud you were being, certainly not you, and Kai almost wanted everyone to hear how good he was fucking you. He used one of his hands to slide up your body, gripping your throat before using his strength to pull your back to his chest, allowing him to hit a way differently angle. "You wanted it so bad, remember?" He mocked you, his other hands moving down to your clit rubbing in fast harsh circles. "So your going to fucking take it." He grunted in your ear causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

Your cries and moans fueling him to hit into you harder. Your cunt fluttering around him as you felt another intense orgasm underway. Your legs quivering, the only thing holding up your fucked out body is his hands. His lips pressing against your neck. His tongue running over the skin on your neck, absentmindedly tracing your veins in the area. He never really knew how badly he drove you wild when he did that. About the way you fantasied about his fangs sinking into your skin while he made you scream his name in the best way possible. His hand squeezing around your throat while he sucked the literal life out of you. A dream that you so desperately wanted to come true.

“F-UCK” you cried, his fingers working so angelically on your clit. “I wan- bite me” you choke out, unable to form more than a few words at a time. His lips immediately broke into smile at the request, you felt him on your skin, lips now grazing above right where you wanted him.

“You sure pretty girl? I don’t think you can handle it?” He teased.

“Please baby, I want it so fucking bad.” You whined. He smirked, giving into your pleads, the veins under his eyes throbbing as his fangs pierced through his gums. The tips of his shape teeth piercing into your skin, right at the perfect spot before going in. He allowed the hot blood to flow into his mouth, some of your own blood leaking down your neck. You moaned out, feeling that ballon in the pit of your stomach pop as you came undone for the 4th time tonight, the feeling of his lips sucking you out making it harder to compose yourself.

You came hard with him following suit, unhooking his fangs from your skin, licking the area cleaning as he let your body fall forward, coating your walls with him white warmth. A deep low growl emoting from his throat, as he slowly milked himself deep into your cunt. You cried at the sensitivity coursing through you body. Your limbs quite literally quaking with even the slightest touch. Kai flipping you onto you back, collapsing on top of you, face to face as he placed light kisses on you neck, licking up the blood from your skin. You hummed at the relaxing feeling of him, before you were suddenly aware his his wrist pressed to your lips.

“Come on, baby, be a good girl and drink up before you bleed all over the pillowcase.” His smirked and you rolled you eyes, drinking from his wrist. You felt your wound close and your energy somewhat restored, as he pressed your lips back together. The kiss slow and passionate, and would’ve definitely lead to something else if the door hadn’t swung open with all your friends pouring in from the other side.

Kai used his speed to cover both of your naked bodies with the blanket, your heart racing from embarrassment and anxiety as they took in the sight before them.

“Do you people ever knock?!” Kai quipped, you’re eyes falling on Caroline who just seemed really confused while everyone else was slowly piecing the sight together with disgust on their faces.

“Oh wait- ewww” she gasped, pointing to her borrowed dress on the floor, and you body leaning into his on the bed. “We heard you scream and got worried- and you were with him last- we thought you- but you- and then you- EWW!”

“Okay, you two have five minute to get decent and come out here and explain yourself before I kill the both of you for having sex in my house- in general. And it’s almost time for cake, and Caroline’s about to be the first vampire to ever die from a heart attack.” Damon nearly gagged at the sight, guiding the blonde out the door while everyone else hurried to get out of the room. Some in shock, others not so surprised.

#wattpad #the cw legacies #damon salvatore #vampire diaries #kai parker smut #stefan salvatore #malachi parker #gemini coven

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Manager!Inarizaki

a/n: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i would put in all the reqs but there were so many people who requested for our fox babies that it would literally take up every space :”) and im happy to comply so here it is

AAAA LOOK THEY’RE SO CUTE OMG LIKE BLS BUT IM A RIN SIMP :’)

alkdfjlsdfi

sunarin simp is typing😍🍃💞..........

ogeiogeiogei

hehehehehe

so im actually just going to include the starting lineup like i knowwwww theres subs but im only most familiar with the regulars :(

okay so anyways!!

now

you might be wondering

how in the hell did you become the manager of these crackheads

from calm papi kita to psycho tsumu,

why are you their manager

you, the cute and shy and innocent not wittle first year, somehow became the manager of the powerhouse volleyball team of inarizaki high

it all started with our dear lovely samu

hehe bet you didnt see that coming

now we all know baby samu literally is the biggest foodie in the team and he constantly thinks about food 24/7 therefore there isnt much room in there for anything else except for volleyball

basically,

the dude loves to eat

it just so happens that you made food

your family owned a cafe down the street from the school and you worked there after school to help your parents

now how does this tie in with samu you ask

this chile was so hungry that he had to skip practice

sending kita a quick text about doing a quick errand, he walked down the street on the hunt for a quick place to grab a bite

he totally ignored kita’s warning of cramps if he ate a lot then practiced but whatever food is life

it just so happens he stumbles upon your family’s cafe

when he entered, the smell of bread and food entered his nostrils causing this baby to just float right in

you were manning the register while your brother was at school so you smiled at the incoming figure of this familiar boy

and because you recognized him, you couldnt help but grin and gasp a little

‘oh! miya-senpai!’

you exclaimed and osamu was confused because he’s never seen you before but he thought you were probably a kouhai in school

you looked young and definitely not a face he’s seen before so he concluded you were most likely a first year

and you were really cute

like really

really

cute

that thought caused this babe to blink awkwardly and nod at your direction

‘uh, hi’

he greeted and you smiled at his awkward nature

‘what can i get you today, miya-senpai?’

he must’ve been busy looking at you to actually look at the menu behind you and he fumbled, rushing to find a food to get

‘wh-what do ya recommend?’

he asked and you paused then thought deeply

‘hmm, we have onigiris freshly made! and we also have milk bread thats really good!’

did you just-

did you just say onigiri?

‘yea ill take some onigiri’

he decided and you lit up

‘perfect! the total is-’

he completely blanked out because wow your smile was really pretty

‘miya-senpai? miya-senpai?’

you called out and he snapped out of it

‘oh, sorry, here’

he gave you the cash and you gave him back his change before wandering to the glass case where the savory foods were placed

you seemed to glide over and osamu watched you with fond eyes, interest bubbling in him

there was something about you that made him curious

but he just didnt know what

it confused him because maybe you were just someone he hasnt seen before and not the same fans he sees all the time

‘you’re really lucky, miya-senpai. i just finished making them minutes before you walked in’

you commented

this took him aback

‘you cook?’

he suddenly asked and you chuckled, soft and airy laughs filling the air

‘of course, senpai! learning to cook is an essential for a business like this’

and thus created a beautiful friendship

he would come over to eat nearly every day of the week while you would happily serve him

sometimes, he would even buy extra so you could eat with him

while you were talking, he noticed you lacked the accent others from there had and he thought you were not originally from hyogo

he learned that you were actually from miyagi and you moved here just this year

‘so, how ya liking it ‘round here?’

he asked one day, after swallowing his food

you thought about it before shrugging

‘i mean, its still the countryside so i guess everything’s the same. maybe the dialect? my neighbors have strong accents, haha’

samu chuckled

‘its common over here. ya sound a lot more from tokyo. my best friend’s from there, ya see’

you raised an eyebrow

‘hm?’

‘rin. suna rin is in the team and hes from tokyo so he sounds like a standard city boy. ill take ya to meet him sometime’

nah he really wasnt

he wanted to keep you away from the others as much as possible, especially his brother, because he was a greasy mf

but that didnt really work out into plan because you approached him in school the other day

you saw him and you hurriedly ran to him where he stood with his twin and some guy

tsumu saw you coming from behind his brother and he smirked before nodding at you

‘samu, ya got a girlie running for ya’

samu turned, confused, until he saw your adorable face

‘y/n. whats up?’

you grinned

‘you left your team jacket, miya-senpai’

the red jacket was clutched in your hands and the two boys behind him shared a surprised look because osamu never mentioned a girlfriend

and with the way you were holding his jacket, the two boys immediately jumped into conclusions

well

more like atsumu started whining at osamu for not telling him he had a girl

‘i thought we were brothers! brothers for life!’

samu just awkwardly stands there and he has a sheepish look in his eyes that were looking at you apologetically

‘sorry about him, y/n. but thank you for returning it’

you handed him the fabric before smiling

‘it was a good thing you had a spare one for me, miya-senpai. who knew the rain would come so suddenly’

osamu sighed then playfully poked your forehead with his finger

‘how many times do i have to tell you to call me by my first name? i really dont want to hear anything that associates me with this bastard’

atsumu socked osamu at the shoulder causing the gray-haired boy to look away from you and start yelling at his brother

‘touch me again! see what happens then!’

‘yer just showing off for yer girlie! ya aint doin nothing!’

suna shook his head before turning to you with a sympathetic look

‘you really want to be with this guy? him and this idiot are practically a package’

you tilted your head

‘im,,, not with miya-senpai?’

suna blinked

‘but he gave you his jacket. he doesnt even give it to me. i guess its not part of best friend privileges’

at the mention of best friend, you lit up

‘oh! you must be sunarin! the tokyo boy!’

baby rin choked a little at the sight of your grin and he scrunched his eyebrows while awkwardly raising the corner of his lips to a smile

‘you,, uh,,, you know me?’

like it was the most obvious thing in the world, you nodded

‘at first, when miya-senpai told me, i didnt know who you were. but! youre actually very popular, suna-senpai! too bad i never saw you until today, though, because we’re in different floors. but! a lot of girls talk about you!’

poor rin didnt know how to react to that because he didnt want to look flustered but he didnt want to look cocky either

so he just opted to smile gently

‘oh. well, in that case. let me introduce myself to you. suna rintaro’

can we normalize suna being an actual nice guy instead of the cold stand-offish player bastard?

you shook his hand and said your name as well

like samu, he asked you to call him by his first name too since you were close to his friend therefore should try being close to you too

speaking of samu, him and atsumu reduced the violence to just bickering and they were still teasing each other even after you and suna talked

the coochi bangs boy rolled his eyes then slapped atsumu’s arm to gain their attention

‘yo. theres a girl here. try and be nice and civil’

atsumu seems like he forgot your existence because his eyes brightened at the sight of you

‘oh! heya!’

you nervously smiled at him because his hyperness and overall atsumu-ness was quite overwhelming

‘h-hello, miya-senpai’

atsumu pouted at how apprehensive you sounded

‘eyyy, why are you being nervous, girlie? im just samu, yanno! same face and everything!’

osamu knew you well enough that you were kinda awkward and you didnt know how to approach a hyper person like his brother so he naturally saved you

‘hey, y/n, the bell’s about to ring any moment now so try to not be late and ill be sure to see you later. do you want me to pick you up from your class and we can walk together?’

to you, it was just a simple offer from a friend but to the two, that was the confirmation of your relationship with the wing spiker

‘wahh, atsumu, your brother really is better than you. he knows how to treat girls good’

atsumu took offense to this

‘excuse you! i would be too if there were genuine girls in this school!’

osamu’s aggressive blinking was his signal for you to hurry along and you noticed causing you to chuckle before bidding goodbye

‘it was nice meeting you, rin-senpai. and,,, you too, miya-senpai. samu-senpai, later at 3?’

osamu softly smiled while nodding

‘later at 3’

the TEASING HE FACED from the two was unbearable and despite the amount of times he denied it, they were still teasing him

‘samu’s got a girlfriend~! samu’s got a girlfriend~!’

‘tsumu, i swear to god if you dont shut your trap’

‘imagine having a girlfriend’

true to his word, osamu was waiting for ya at the bottom of the stairwell from the one that led to the second floor, absentmindedly kicking some invisible thing in the floor

you were fixing your bag straps on your shoulders when you saw him at the end of the hallway and you couldnt contain your excitement seeing the grey haired boy

‘samu-senpai!!’

you shouted, getting his attention that made him whip his head up

the blank face contorted into a small smile and he raised a hand

‘yo’

when you made it next to him, you were grinning really big and samu felt flustered at your happy face

so he cupped your chin with his large hand that allowed him to squeeze both cheeks

‘cutie’

he mumbled but you didnt catch it, too busy trying to get him to stop squishing

you were originally supposed to go walk over to the cafe but you didnt know that osamu was actually trying to skip practice and he was trying to hide from the members

okay first off, i dont think samu would ever skip practice willingly bc he has the same drive as miya atsumu but he also just wants to spend time with you asklfjldfjdlk

but the loud mouth tsumu saw you guys as you turned a hallway

you were busy talking to osamu about some cooking chef guy gordon and he was nodding and talking but then he heard a loud shout

‘SAMU!’

osamu babie didnt know what was happening so he protectively placed an arm in front of you and hurriedly shoved you behind him in case something happened

duh you didnt know what was happening either so you were clutching his jacket and peeked from his arm to see atsumu stomping over with suna trailing behind him, seemingly texting on his phone

osamu lazily glared at his brother

‘what’

atsumu blanched and sped walk faster until he was right in front of him to yell

‘IM TIRED OF YER EXCUSES! JUST CUS YA GOT YASELF A GIRLIE DUN MEAN YA GET TO SKIP PRACTICE!’

you furrowed your eyebrows

you tugged at his jacket and osamu turned to peer down at you and he gulped, preparing himself to hear your scolding

it wasnt the first time you scolded him as you just told him off the other day for not eating enough vegetables and fruits to balance out his unhealthy love for onigiri and sweets

‘samu-senpai,,, you told me you guys were taking an off week. why are you skipping practice today’

you were genuinely worried and you didnt seem to understand why he did that but the other two did and atsumu didnt hesitate

‘CUS HE WANTS TA SPEND TIME WITH YA, Y/N! BASTARD CANT EVEN BOTHER TO TELL ME THE REASON! YER SICK?! WHAT THE HELL EXCUSE IS THAT! YA NEVER GET SICK!’

poor suna is just watching this go down and he felt bad that you were caught in the middle

so he suggested a compromise

you watched sunarin push atsumu’s chest to make him back off and he gently smiled at you before looking at the two

‘how about we all go to practice and if y/n-chan wants, she can wait and osamu can spend time with her when hes done? besides, atsumu, you know osamu has been doing good on his spikes. maybe we can persuade coach and kita to let him off early since hes,,, quote unquote,, ‘sick’’

osamu debated but you emerged from behind him

‘sure! samu-senpai would love to go to practice! right, samu-senpai?’

you smiled at him but it was a stern smile

you just wanted him to go to practice because you knew now of how important volleyball was to the school and they needed to get all their time and energy to win the sport

atsumu agreed to this plan but osamu was forced to accept it

simp

just for extra measure, sunarin and tsumu walked behind you guys to the gym so you and samu had time to talk

you were chiding him of course because why would he waste time with spending time with you

‘just wanted to see ya, y/n-chan’

he winked but you pouted and wrinkled your nose

‘you cant weasel yourself out of this, samu-senpai’

osamu has never heard you scold him before so he was like o.o but inside he was like,,, hot

the gym was already on full practice and kita saw the second years from the door

aran LAKDJFLAKSFJLASDKF ARAN AAAAAAAAAAAAA nudged mimi with a smirk

as much as they loved the underclassmen, watching them get told off by kita was too funny to not watch

but what caused them to curiously peer behind the three was the appearance of a girl

a girl?

‘why’s a girl with them?’

aran mumbled and mimi shrugged, but also intrigued

you were behind osamu and he could tell you were nervous because youve heard of the reputation of the team

they were seen as practically as popular as the basketball team and everyone worshipped them

they were who put the school’s name in the map and you were about to meet the legends of inarizaki

thankfully, atsumu and rin walked to the front of you two so you and samu were at the back

samu didnt look at you but he reached behind him to open his palm as a signal for you to take it

you gratefully grabbed it and leaned closer in case something happens

‘KITA-SAN! WE GOT EM!’

atsumu shouted and suna chided him for being really loud

‘you’re late’

an even voice said in front of them and you leaned over to the side to see who it was from

your eyes bulged out of your head because one, wow he was handsome, and two, he looked like someone from miyagi

YALL KNOW WHO IM TALKING ABOUT BYE-

‘oh wow’

you mumbled absentmindedly and samu looked at you at the corner of his eye before scoffing

your face was totally bright red and your eyes were super wide

kita? really? of all guys? it was kita?

‘SORRY! was samu who took so long!’

atsumu lowered his voice down but he didnt tell the captain of his brother’s plans to skip

‘he has a stomachache and he was at the nurse’s office’

suna smoothly came up with a lie and he might look cool and calm, his hands were clasped behind him with it clenching his phone

your eyes left kita to notice that habit and you had a small smile because it was another reassurance that these boys werent as high and legendary as everyone made them to be

in the end they were still just students and boys

they were still human

‘oi, osamu, who’s the girl?’

aran finally bit the bullet and asked the question everyone has been wondering since the beginning

both you and samu stiffened at the direct question to you but he nodded

‘this is l/n y/n’

he introduced and you raised a shaky hand as a greeting but let go of samu to bow slightly to your seniors

‘hello, my name is l/n y/n, i’m a first year’

a few players also raised a hand but it was mimi who spoke at last

‘nice to meet you’

kita nodded at you but turned to the three

‘why is she with you? are you skipping again, osamu?’

again?

osamu inwardly cringed

obviously, kita was sharper than they would think because he easily saw through suna’s lie

he also knew that samu never really got sick

he watched the younger shovel 5 bowls of ramen and still have enough room eat a plate of mochi and he was perfectly fine

it was silent between the four of you and atsumu and suna were looking at each other as they ran out of lies

dang they even planned the entire walk of what to say to kita

you looked between the twins and their friend before speaking up

‘samu-senpai really did have a stomachache. i was-uh-helping the nurse! um, i want to be a doctor or a nurse when i grow up! and-’

you started to ramble but because you were trying to lie and it was never your forte

ALKESDJFLKD Y/N I NEED TO TAKE YOU UNDER MY WING WE NEED TO TEACH YOU THIS IMPORTANT LIFE SKILL OMG

‘we were tryin to convince y/n to be a manager. thats why we took so long’

atsumu huffed

you froze

a what?

a manager?

you were genuinely truthful about wanting to go into a medical profession but not a manager

you were already a manager before and you didnt really want to do it again

kita was inspecting suna’s and atsumu’s and osamu’s faces to see a trace of dishonesty

you saw him raise a dark eyebrow and you knew then that these three cannot tell a lie to save their life

so you nodded frantically making kita look at you

‘mhm! they asked me! miya-san wanted someone they knew already so they asked me because i’m samu-senpai’s friend! so here i am!’

your awkward smile and stiff outstretched arms might’ve seem suspicious but kita moved his gaze from you to atsumu and the blonde nodded

‘yea! ya’ve been talkin bout bein worried of next year cus yall aint here no more so i got sum person responsible enough fer us!’

STOPP I HATE IT HERE I CANT SEEM TO WRITE OUT ATSUMU’S ACCENT LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

after the longest 3 seconds, kita finally nodded and closed his eyes warily

‘alright. l/n-san, come here’

you froze at the way he said your name but suna was kind enough to walk over to your place beside samu to gently push you forward to kita

‘its okay’

he mumbled and you were so thankful because that gave you enough motivation and strength to keep going

your height was staggering between these men and kita seemed to tower you

but you kept an even and calm face

‘yes?’

you asked

kita looked at you and he stared at your face, pupils moving as a sign that he was inspecting your eyes and every feature

oh my god you shouldve plucked your nose hairs this morning

before you could feel more self-conscious, he spoke

‘you said you want to be a doctor?’

‘well, more like a nurse but um same thing’

‘you know medical stuff? know how to treat injuries?’

‘yes. i was a manager back in my hometown so i have experience’

‘where are you from?’

‘miyagi’

‘ya familiar with shiratorizawa?’

you cringed but nodded

‘yes’

‘are you from there?’

‘yes’

the three stooges from behind you had wide eyes at this sudden revelation because that was a school theyve played before

even the last interhigh, they were familiar of how strong that school was

the eagle and the guess monster

and you were their manager before?

must’ve been during middle school as you were just a first year

‘so you know how plays and stats work?’

‘yes. anything you want me to do, im familiar and capable to do it’

god why are you saying this

you didnt even want to be a manager in the first place

yet here you are again

you were getting flashbacks from the war ajkfdfd

kita looked at you silently once more before finally standing up straight and pointing you to their coach who was watching the whole thing with crossed arms and furrowed brows

‘there. talk to him and you can finalize everything. i think its too early to say this but nonetheless, welcome to the team, y/n’

AND THUS STARTED YOUR JOURNEY WITH THE BOYS

akldjklfjsdlakj

IT WAS ALL BUILT ON LIES BUT WHATEVER

AS LONG AS NO ONE DIED ISSOKAY

no but really dont tell lies in general yall, maybe white lies, but try not to do that

OKAY MOVING ON

MOMENTS WITH THE TEAM

duh you are much much closer to samu than the rest of the team so you tended to stick to him more

like you would go to him first if you needed something or if you wanted someone to help you with the crate, he would be your go-to

that would make atsumu whine because he felt that samu was better than him

‘oi, y/n! im really good with ma arms! i can bench 300 yanno?’

you politely smiled and nodded

‘thank you for telling me, miya-san’

then you would proceed to nudge samu’s arm yum to ask for help

butbutbutbut

dont worry!!!!

you do end up warming up to him

for my atsumu stans, yall tend to go to him when samu is either busy or you just need a good laugh

this mans will embarrass himself both on purpose or accidentally to make you laugh lmao

you also have extra bottles for his medicine because he has adhd and the guys are like,,,, yo chill

and duh atsumu would forget to take them so youre practically his reminder

we all know how tsumu was practically attacked that one time when he insulted those girls, right?

yall may have forgiven but i will never forget >:(

well, during matches, you as their manager, always have to tell the stands to be quiet when atsumu is serving

but no one told you this

you kind of figured it out during your time like when his eye would twitch if samu was talking to suna too loudly or when he would close his eyes to shut off his hearing because of the loud spikes on the other side

you noticed it

so you would go to the stands and nicely tell them that if they see atsumu serving, to be quiet

‘i understand you are all excited when he does his serve but we would all benefit more you could release that excitement inside and silently’

*cue atsumu pretending to faint in sunas arms*

OH SPEAKING OF SUNA

YES I SAID THAT I DONT REALLY LIKE FANON SUNA BC,,,

WEED

AND DRUGS

AND RUDE

JUST OVERALL

NOT RECOMMENDED

but canon suna :”)

as a player, suna is seen as really manipulative and snarky and witty

he loves to poke fun at the other team, even his own, and just all-around annoying

but off-court

suna is a very quiet and reserved person

totally different from the one who talks and yaps constantly to the other side of the net

and hes a really pure person in some topics

like he would turn red when you would compliment his new picture that he posted in inasgram

PLEASE SUNA IS TOTALLY A PHOTOGRAPHER LIKE HE TAKES PICTURES OF SUNSETS AND STUFF

or when you would offer to bandage him up for him because it’s hard to do it himself and your hand would touch his

dont tell anyone this but suna is very relieved that you and samu weren’t dating

thats all

thats all for now

;)

OOOO kita!!!

okay so kita is the captain, right?

but he doesnt play

like he plays rarely and aran is usually the on-court captain

this causes you and him to be at the sidelines a lot

he would tell you what he thinks would happen next or what the next plan should be and you would provide your own input

in a way, he was the one who really taught you the mechanics of volleyball and he would tell you the different tricks that techniques that the twins came up with

what makes you really soft and fall for him is when he starts to compliment his players

his pride in aran for being one of the top aces that has led them to nationals

his pride in mimi for being able to go on the longest on court and not be tired

his pride on akagi for being able to receive each ball and successfully give it to their setter

his pride on hitoshi for being the one who could handle the team personality wise and his plans for him to be his successor

his pride on ATSUmu for being the best setter he’s ever seen and his drive to get better no matter what

his pride on samu for being so strong and still getting stronger despite his dream career to be something not volleyball-related

his pride on sunA being motivated enough to help the team and make sure everyone knows that every ball can be stopped

like pls you almost cry all the time when you hear kita saying that because he seems to not say it to the others but only to you

it makes you happy that kita relies so much on these guys as much as they rely on him

OH MY GOSH OMIMI

okay

so omimi ren is a very quiet and calm character

hes kinda like suna where they dont really say much but when they do, its usually important and not irrelevant like atsumu

and he didnt say much when you got inducted in the team as a manager

like he just stared at you and you were just like o.o

ngl he did scare you a bit bc of his tall height looming over you and the way his dark eyes just pierces you through your soul

hes the type that you cannot willingly tell a lie to him bc you know he will find out one way or another

he can see right through you

maybe thats what makes him such a good middle blocker

but you started to warm up to him really quick and he would sometimes walk you home if the others cant mainly bc he knows his appearance will make anyone back off

its the simple things that make you appreciate him

two words: ginjima hitoshi

he is so two-faced

NO LISTEN BEFORE YALL BEAT ME UP JUST HEAR ME OUT

you know how like the 4 second years (PLEASE I KNOW THERES A GUY NAMED YUTO BUT LIKE I DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT HIM AAAAAA TELL ME IF YOU WANT HIM IN HERE)

like suna, the twins, and hitoshi

the twins are the annoying ones who causes trouble, suna is the one taking pictures and evidence while cheering them on, and hitoshi is the one trying to break it up

BUT

i think that hitoshi is really the worst out of the 4 and he keeps in because who else would be the responsible one of the bunch

hello? they were about to be third years next year like are we really gonna go on with possibly a miya twin or suna being captain?

so he tries to force down his inner chaos to take on the role of the responsible one

BUTTTTT

you try to release that inner chaos

you sometimes hear him egging on atsumu under his breath like ‘do it’ but quietly so no one hears him

and youre like

?-?

please? we’re not? supposed? to allow? atsumu? to eat? and swallow? a whole? raw egg?

at first, duh he was also like that with you but you want him to be himself and be comfortable with you so you work hard to make him open up

now

you kinda regret it

because he now wants to go through the mcdonalds drive-thru, with no car, just to get mcflurries

you stared down at hitoshi from your bedroom window with a confused expression

‘but? you dont have a car?’

he grins up at you

‘but i got a CART! they said as long as it’s a car and car is in the word cart and the extra ‘t’ is just a bonus!’

‘hitoshi no-’

AAAAAA MICHIMICHI BABY

so akagi is the libero of the team and he is the one responsible for the make sure the ball doesnt touch the ground type of thing

you get really worried about him bc he does a lot of flying saves and his knees always get roughed up and such

so you try and stitch him up as much as you can like you even send him sites for good warm packs to buy

something that isnt known about akagi is that he, like atsumu, really likes to cook

but more like

he bakes

he bakes as a stress reliever and its like his meditation time

you go over to his house a lot to go bake something w him and share it to the guys later on

during ina get-togethers, him and samu are in charged of the food while youre the sous chef

SPEAKING OF SAMU

we forgot about him for a sec aldfjklkfdjlk

it was all thanks to him

because of him, you became a manager despite your initial refusal to become one again

you made friends with more people and you were able to have a fun high school life because of it

because of him

osamu does get a little sad or irritated whenever the guys start to hog you up

like he has to push down the tantrum of ‘I SAW HER FIRST!’

he wants to be the better twin lmao

he gets really butthurt when you would go to someone else even during the middle of your conversation

like he would be talking to you on the side but suna calls you over for tape and youre going

he pouts and atsumu teases him about it causing him to bark at him

LOL HE BARKS

okay so training camp

i think therell be an imagine for this so ill try to not make it as detailed

lets just say its a mess

suna really wants to go hiking bc he wants to go the top of the mountain for pictures of the stars and stuff

but atsumu whines of the bugs and possible creatures in there

this causes osamu to tease him and call him a coward and a wimp

and leads to a fight which aran tries to break up but gets sucked in anyways

and omimi just stands by and watches but he intends to intervene if it gets too much

then akagi gets taken by suna to go the hike with him even though hes scared of bugs so hes whimpering and complaining

while kita and hitoshi are off in the kitchen talking about new grains of flour and stuff

where are you?

youre at the lodge, drinking your f/d (favorite drink) and watching all this go down bc at training camp, it’s every man for themselves

there is a lot of bonding times as a team bc these boys may seem like all they think about is volleyball but they like to do something else outside of that

what they love the most is going to the beach

not only do they get to have fun, they get to relax and see you in a swimsuit alkfdjkfj

especially when kita accidentally falls asleep? they bury him with sand and make him look like a mermaid

because they are players who work out so great bodies duh

and they get so much attention for that

but they all mainly pay attention to you and oh my

youve expressed not being comfortable in wearing a swim suit and watch these guys absolutely start throwing compliments at you

but the third years would softly tell you that it’s okay not to wear one bc all that matters is if youre comfortable or not

HELP I WANT AN ARAN AAAAAAAAAAA

OH SO

we know how kita’s family are rice farmers, right?

well

he farms to help his granny and sometimes, youre the only one who’s free enough to go and help him

so you go over there all the time and granny really loves you bc one, you take care of her shin and thats beyond everything, and two, youre reliable and make shin laugh and such

like one time, you were carrying a basket to the back deck and granny saw you from the kitchen

she smiled before waddling over to the door so she could talk to you

‘y/n-chan!’

you whipped around quickly at the call of your name before grinning and hurrying up to her

‘yes, granny?’

she gave you a bottled water then gestured down to the field where shin was tirelessly tending to the rice

‘please give that to shinsuke. poor boy has been pushing himself too hard with the field and his sport and not taking care of himself’

she chided but there was a certain hint in her tone that made her sound so proud of her grandson

you looked down at the bottle and squeezed it

‘kita-san works hard not for himself, but for everyone else. it makes me sad when he neglects his health and tends to the team instead. so dont worry, baa-chan! i’ll take care of kita-san for him! for you!’

nah bc granny was already gossiping with her neighborhood ladies about this beautiful girl that shin got and how they should be jealous their grandsons don’t have someone like you

OOOOOOO

since your family owns a cafe, the guys goes there all the time

its kinda like the ramen shop for the seijoh boys

they go there mainly to see you even outside of practice ANDDD

they wanna look good in front of your family

like tsumu suddenly knows cleanliness bc he cleans up the mess on the table or kita is no longer an introvert as hes now talking to your mom about the benefits of rice water and her not needing one bc her hair is already beautiful

PLEASE WHAT

and even during the summer, theyve helped out a lot when it was busy lunch times and you couldnt handle it yourself

GOSH IMAGINE SAMU BEING YOUR MOM’S APPRENTICE AND HANDSOME BOYS TAKING YOUR ORDERS WHILE SOME ARE CARRYING HEAVY TRAYS THAT MAKE THEIR ARMS POP

okay imma stop now

OH DONT GET ME STARTED DURING THE DEFEAT WITH KARASUNO

I DONT CARE YALL CAN HATE ME FOR SAYING THIS BUT KARASUNO SHOULDNT HAVE WON LIKE INARIZAKI WERE LITERALLY THE SECOND PLACE IN NATIONALS AND COMPETED AGAINST I T A C H I Y A M A

LIKE WHAT

OKAY ANYWAYS

everyone was already down and moody bc of the loss

and you wanted to be at the back bc you didnt know how to handle the situation

in your time as their manager, not once have you seen them lose

during those 10 months of being a manager, you have not once seen them be defeated during a game even with practice matches

then with those nobodies?

karasuno?

last time you checked, karasuno went down under when coach ukai retired

so having them lose was a real shock

and a really bad event

there was a certain air around you all during the bus ride to the hotel which made the entire time very uncomfortable

everyone finished their crying either in the locker rooms or the bathroom so all that was left was their red eyes

the coach sent everyone off to bed and although they were allowed more days to stay, they all collectively chose to just go home and keep those excused days as a rest day

‘we all would like to just stay at home and recharge’

kita’s request was everyone else’s, even yours, as you were both worried and tired for the boys

so that night, the coaches were able to book train tickets for everyone the next day back home

you stayed up, watching tv in your own room out of boredom because the group chat was quiet and you were too tired to do anything else

the next day, everyone

osamu claimed your shoulder and he held your hand tight with his

his breathing was ragged and even with his closed eyes, the redness around them made it obvious he had been crying

the bus that was filled with excitement before, became quiet and the sound of the engine and wheels took over the silence

you thought samu had fallen asleep so you raised your free hand to stroke his hair

‘hey y/n?’

you flinched at the surprise but hummed

‘imma tell him today. later, but today’

his voice was low and he was murmuring to hint that this was the extra sensitive topic you both discussed a few days ago at the cafe

you nodded but made sure he knew that no matter, he still got you

the coaches were upset and mad at the loss

but in the end, they all realized that this was the last game the boys would play as a team

sure, they could have practice matches and they could play again together in the future but nothing would change the atmosphere and feeling of playing the important matches

this was the team that brought them closest to nationals with placing second out of the entire country

they were a good team that somehow got defeated

but the coaches were still proud

they didnt even yell at the boys to take laps and instead brought them into a team meeting

you stood beside the coaches, your own sniffles with everyone else, and listened to them talk

‘-year has been the most productive this school’s team has had in decades. i hope you all are proud of yourselves as we are proud of you. you lost so you are no longer in the competition and we talk about it tomorrow. but for now, go home and take a rest because tomorrow, we will be running laps and drills and miss y/n will be timing you until you pass out from exhaustion’

you blankly looked at the coaches bc you thought this would be a heartwarming talk but quickly turned into a threat

‘but thats for tomorrow. so go home and rest up. expect what is to come’

you were just wanting to leave lmao

like you wanted to hurry home and make something for the guys to eat tomorrow

just do something to make them at least smile

the guys were quietly packing up and you watched them with trembling eyes at their dismissal

you wanted them to stay longer

stay here and laugh and mess around

like tsumu poking kita and pretending he didnt

or mimi talking about something and aran staring blankly at him but he’s really sleeping with his eyes open and startling him awake

‘guys!’

you shouted

they all stopped and turned to look at you

‘hm?’

hitoshi asked

you hurriedly looked around to find something to stall them here and you noticed the cherry blossom tree that’s blooming

must be the time of the year

‘l-lets! have a-take a picture! outside! by the tree!’

you pointed and they looked at each other

you were acting strangely

but they were simps for you so they just nodded and went outside

they didnt even complain and went to stand out in front of the tree

you had your phone and pulled it to the camera app to raise it to get the team in the frame

they looked sad and tired and worn out but they were still trying to joke around and have natural smiles

‘closer, you guys! bunch in closer!’

you motioned with one hand but they stopped

‘um? y/n? aren’t you gonna join us?’

ren asked but you shook your head

‘its? for you guys? besides, no one will take it for us, silly’

the boys insisted on you prop it up on a bench over there because they wanted you there with them

‘hey, come here! lets all be in it!’

aran shouted and you had no choice but to follow them

the boys had to stand closer to the camera as the bench was a ways ahead of the tree but dont worry, the tree is still there

they wanted you in the front bc they were all taller than you but they really wanted to showcase you

you were their manager and the person who took care of them

they treasure you so much

‘smile!!!’

someone shouted and the timer hit zero and the picture was taken

sure, their school’s motto was that they didnt need things like memories

to not have anything tying you down to the past and to challenge yourself with everyone focusing on the future ahead

in years from now, you could just be another thing from their past and nothing else

but they would be damned if that happened

any fragment of you to remind them of the best time of their youth and the person who loved them more than anyone else did

so yea, sure they wanted to represent their school’s motto

but this time

they can make an exception

a/n: HII!!!! IM BACK AND SUDDENLY IM ABLE TO WRITE AND FINISH THIS I SWEAR I CANT BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO PUBLISH THIS I CANT WITH THIS YALL IM LOWKEY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF AND IM ASHAMED IM SO SORRY

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gotmetalkinginmysleep · 5 years ago

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Soho

Genre: Smut with Hoseok x Female Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, unprotected sex (stay safe folks), mirror play, possession talk, choking, finger fucking, squirting, oral sex (male receiving), Face fucking, Dom play.

Summary: Hobi’s just got you back to the hotel room. This is Part 2 to a Drabble I wrote. You’ll find Part 1 here.

Reference: Often by The Weeknd

Word count: 3144 words

Photo Credit: HopefulWish218 (I applied my own colour filter to it)

Notes: This is a continuation of Hobi’s Bon Voyage Drabble in London. Edie @sweet-teeth-mfs called me a tease with how the Drabble ended, so I HAD to finish it. Thought I would write it as a Birthday Present but sorry Edie, it’s UBER late.

As it jumps right in, it’s ‘continue reading’.

“Does Baby want attention?” he coos in your ear as you rifle through your bag searching for the card key. Hobi’s lips are on your neck, finding the sweet spots that are making you weak at the knees. The shopping bags still bundled in his hands but that doesn’t stop him pressing his hard-on right up against your ass.

“Come on,” he teases with a grin on his face, pushing himself harder against you. You shove your handbag against the door in the hopes it’ll unlock. Surprisingly it does and you stumble in, Hobi following close behind you.

Clattering fills the room as shopping bags hit the floor their contents spilling everywhere. You hear a few thuds of feet heading towards you before hands grab your hips. Hobi presses himself against you, cock firm against your ass as he’s walking you both towards the bed. His hands undoing the zip on your skirt before they reach around to unbutton your blouse. His nimble fingers brushing against the fabric as his chin rests on your shoulder. Making you tilt your head offering room for his lips on your skin.

“Have you figured it out yet Sweet-one?”

Your lips part as you roll your eyes closed. Thinking of everything possible Hobi could have on his mind. It wouldn’t take much for him ruin you. His charisma and charms alone have you melting, let alone his touch.

“What I’m going to do to you?”

You gently shake your head, speechless by his advances as he continues to whisper in your ear, skimming his lips across your skin. He turns you around, his hands under the collar of your blouse as he peels it from your shoulders, slowly. It’s unbearably slow. Compared to how fast he was in the cab and in the corridor, he’s restraining himself and you don’t know-how. You’re desperate to feel him. To touch him. To kiss him.

Your blouse falls to the floor, freeing your arms and leaving you standing in your underwear before him. He steps back to take all of you in. Noting every single pulse, breath and the way your lips part as you close your eyes, sighing with anticipation. A smirk spreading across his face as his thumb graces his lips, his mind racing while watching how eager you are.

Hobi takes your hand, wandering to the side of the bed where he sits. Your fingers still entwined as he looks up at you with a head tilt.

“Kneel.”

You obey and kneel between his spread legs. Your feet hitting the mirrored wardrobe behind you. Hobi watching intently as you get yourself comfortable, able to watch you from behind. He cups your face leaning in to kiss your lips, soft and tender but full of promise, leaving you with a little kitten lick across them before leaning back. His eyebrow cocked in suggestion as he glances to his crotch, before meeting your eyes again. No more instructions were necessary.

You unbuckle his belt, loosen his trousers and take him in your hand. Hard, heavy and sticky at the tip. You make eye contact with him as you take him in your mouth in one go. No teasing. No prep, you go for it. Right down until your nose rests against his pelvis. Your tongue flicking across the veins as you swallow to accommodate him.

“Ah, shit. That’s it, Baby.”

He grasps your hair pulling you down onto him. The sting of the pull overwhelms with how full you feel, barely able to breathe with each stroke. Tears starting to burn at the corners of your eyes as he fucks your throat. He watches your face before paying attention to your reflection in the mirror. Your curves snaking as you take him in your throat, your mouth filling with pre-cum. Hobi pulls you off to take your lips on his, a deep tongue filled kiss that you groan into.

Hobi taps his lap which you go to straddle.

“No Baby, across them.”

You lay across his lap, your ass hanging on one side, your head and arms the other. Looking to your side you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and that’s where he meets your eyes.

“Baby, why are you still wearing these?” He suggests towards your bra and briefs.

He unclasps the bra before his hands turn your briefs into a thong, gathering the fabric between your cheeks, rubbing his hand over your flesh before pounding it with a slap. The sound ringing through the air.

“Are you not going to help me, Sweet-one?”

Your face scrunched as your body recovers. You wiggle the bra straps off your arms and throw it to the floor. Your hands reach for your briefs but before you do, your other cheek gets another slap.

“Too slow Baby. Do you not want me?”

You peel your briefs down, making sure to keep your eyes fixed on his in the mirror. He begins to smooth the burn of your glowing ass cheeks with his hands.

“There, that’s better. Colour Baby?”

“Green”

Running his fingers over your ass cheeks and thighs, you slowly separate your legs a little, feeling the cool air hit the arousal that’s already made its way over your skin.

“Oh Kitten, what have you been thinking about?” He says as he’s toying with you, fingers delicately tracing your folds.

Your eyes automatically close enjoying the electrical shivers running through your body as he finally touches you. Soft whimpers leaving your throat as he places his middle finger on your clit, rubbing small circles around and around, winding you up. You’re getting wetter by the second, each rotation of his mastery sending your body into light spasms. He leans forward to kiss your shoulders, whispering, “You like this Baby?”. Nodding in response you hope that would be enough, but obviously not. He plunges two fingers straight into you, making you cry out at the quick intrusion.

“I said, do you like this Baby?” he growls.

You’re bucking through both pleasure and pain unable to find the words as Hobi continues to stretch you with each thrust of his fingers. The cool metal of his rings touching your delicate flesh. His thumb pressed over your ass tantalisingly only adds to the pressure building quickly within you.

“YES!” you shriek as he pushes himself in just that little extra, his hand buried between your legs as he finger fucks you from behind. Twisting slightly finding the extra sensitive bundle of nerves within while his thumb continues to rub back and forth. You begin to tighten around him, your orgasm surprisingly close as your body succumbs to the pressure within.

A slap rings through the room as his other hand lands back on your ass, your cunt tightening around his fingers in shock, edging you closer. He rubs the red handprint to seduce the sting, a pleasurable feeling as he aims his hand for the other cheek slamming it down so hard that it ripples. Your back arches up in your vulnerable position laying across his lap as he asks, “Who owns this?”

Hobi’s wiggling his fingers inside you as your cunt clenches around him. It’s beginning to throb, your orgasm so close you can taste it.

“Baby… Who?” he practically shouts it.

He thrusts his fingers harder, his thumb pushing hard against your ass as he asks once more, huskily this time as you buck up. “Sweet-one, who owns this pussy?”

Your insides snap, your orgasm takes over as you mewl, “you do”.

Cumming all over his fingers, your cunt spasming around him as he groans at the feeling. Your mouth agape, breathing heavily as he rides you through. The blood has rushed to your head leaving you flushed as he withdraws, pulling you up to him.

Hobi’s manhandling you now, owning your body. His clothes still on as he gets you to straddle his lap in reverse, your legs either side of his. Holding a hand on your hip and one across your chest as you come to, facing yourself in the mirror as his legs spread to ensure you have a full view of your swollen cunt.

“Look at that,” he says lowly in your ear, nibbling in between his words as he works down your neck finding your pulse.

Your eyes land on his looking directly at you in the mirror, losing yourself in his dark orbs as his hand on your waist snakes down to spread your folds.

“Look at you all shiny and pink. Looks too good. And it’s all mine.”

He bites his lower lip as he takes you in. You’re flushed, your chest heaving and eyes rolling to every sordid word that leaves his lips. His other hand lays between your breasts as he’s whispering in your ear, before making eye contact with you once again. His middle finger taps your clit, sending shocks through your body from sensitivity making you shake your head at him.

“What do you mean no? You said this was mine,” he growls in your ear tapping your clit again but lighter as he knows how far to push this.

You shudder from the sensitive bundle of nerves as you moan, “it is yours Hobi. It’s all for you.”

“Good,” is all his says in response.

His own breathing exaggerates as you watch his actions in the mirror. Hobi clutches your cunt in his hand rubbing his palm back and forth, his hips copying the movement against your ass. His view swapping between that in the mirror to see you spread before him and looking over your shoulder down your body, now winding along with him. You lay your head on his shoulder offering your body up to him, your arms trying to reach for his firm clothed cock resting against your ass cheek. Until the soothing palm tantalising your clit slaps it instead, the sting shuddering through your body.

Your eyes immediately open to Hobi’s looking at you in the mirror. They’re not just looking, they’re boring a hole into your soul. He simply tuts and shakes his head disapprovingly at you. He clasps your hands placing them on your chest.

“Don’t make me restrain you, Kitten.” His own hands moving back to their original positions, beginning to palm you again and holding you tight against his chest. “Do that again and I’ll stop.”

He continues to wind and grind against you once more, his palm following the way he moves, your folds covering his hand in slick with every back and forth motion. You begin to copy the way he moves against you, figuring if you can’t touch him that you’d give him a show instead. Massaging your breasts and rolling your nipples between your fingers. Enjoying it yourself, you sigh into it your head lolling on his shoulder as you feel his hot breath across your skin while he’s watching you. His palm swapping to his fingers, dipping in and out of you with every flick of his hips.

Your insides are quickly tightening, he’s bringing on your second orgasm and he’s not even undressed yet but if this is what he wants, you’re going to give it to him. Your hips grinding along with his, fucking yourself onto his fingers and playing with your breasts. You can feel his exaggerated breathing increasing, whispered curses leaving his lips as he can see you’re getting into this. Your core so tight it’s about to burst, so you open your eyes to him, staring intently into his through the mirror. Without a single second skipped, he’s latching onto your neck marking your skin, his eyes still locked on yours as you feel his lips envelop your skin sending a spark through your body. Your cunt clenching around his fingers once more, the friction on your clit sending you into orgasm. Your body twitching with delight as you cum so hard you soak his fingers and drip to the floor.

“Fuck Baby. Shit.”

Your head and body hangs limp in his arms, a smile spread across your face as your high fades. His eyes wide with what he’s just seen but lust is glazing in seconds. Hobi stands from the bed, lifting you.

“Get on the bed Sweet-One.”

He’s not even asking nicely now. The need so intent on his tongue that he will just manhandle you into position if he has to, and you’d let him of course.

Hobi walks around to the other side of the bed, throwing his shirt and trousers off before mounting the bed behind you. Cock in hand and pumping, waiting for you to get into position.

“All fours,” is all he has to say.

You weakly manoeuvre yourself, still recovering from your high. Knees either side of his as he’s swiping your folds with his tip, your pussy glistening, your cum covering your thighs.

“Fuck, you’re drenched Baby.”

You groan at his observation, knowing it was him to put you through this so far and you’re eager to finally feel his stretch.

He grasps your chin as he leans forward, pressing contradictory gentle kisses on your skin as his tip teasingly lines up with your entrance. He locks eyes with your reflection as he whispers low and direct into your ear, “Watch”.

Tantalisingly sliding into you inch by inch, enveloping him in your warmth until he reaches the hilt. So deep within you that it burns, a pleasant burn from stretch but you can’t wait to feel more. Hobi stills a minute, balls deep within you as he leans back. His hands caressing your skin following every curve sensuously slow, appreciating your body like it’s art. Nimble fingers tracing your skin in a ticklish pleasure, down your spine feeling every notch until he reaches your hips. His grip so tight you know there’ll be fingertip-sized bruises there tomorrow, but you’re glad for the grip as he starts drilling into you with such force you’re sure you’ll fall off the bed.

You lose control. Head falling forward with every thrust and hair covering your face. With every pull back you feel your walls contracting around him, teasingly leaving you with just the tip before ramming himself all the way along every tasty nerve. Your mouth open wide and dry, desperately seeking air while your tongue tries to moisten your lips.

Hobi can no longer see your face in the mirror, so he wraps your hair around his wrist pulling your head back. He’s making sure you see everything before you by using your hair as a leash. Your eyes find you. Your face is flush, shorter hair in strands in front of your eyes, your mouth gasping with every thrust. You’re completely fucked out but not finished yet. Panting through, desperately trying to regulate your breathing and neck strained with the angle. The burning in your core igniting with every press against that bundle of nerves within.

Your eyes meet his in the mirror and he’s so focussed on you but he has to look down. He’s watching where you’re joined together. Watching his cock slide in and out of you, covering him in your glistening, mutual juices with every movement. His lean muscles tensing with every thrust as he grips your hips tighter, slapping his hips against your ass. You groan with the full force you’re being submitted to.

You close your eyes, the gaze too intense in the mirror as you focus on the fire within. Listening to every wet slap from your pussy being pounded by his cock. But Hobi doesn’t like this. He tugs on your hair tighter, making you face yourself once more. You wince and whimper through the sting.

“You will watch,” he says sternly, keeping a tight rein on your hair as he continues pounding deep into you.

His eyes are fixed on yours for no more than a few seconds before he’s leaning forward and releasing your hair. His hand wrapping around your throat lightly while the other snakes between your legs searching for your clit. The swollen bundle of nerves sparkling with excitement with every rotation of his finger. The buzz from every thrust of him into you pushing you closer and closer to the edge. The lurid wet sounds from your arousal slapping against his thighs turning you on even more. Your inevitable throb begins once more and Hobi can feel it.

“That’s it, Baby. You like that huh?” his grip around your throat tightening as you maintain eye contact with him, your eyes becoming heavy-lidded as the oxygen in your lungs constricts for a few seconds before he’s releasing. He lets you catch your breath before repeating the gentle squeeze over and over, feeling you begin to throb within. A smirk spreading across his face as he feels you close.

“Yes, Kitten. Go on. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock,” you groan out from his words but you’re cut off as his grasp around your throat tightens once more. Your orgasm beginning to wash over you. He doesn’t release you, he holds you tight, still thrusting, still rotating your clit and his ringed fingers leaving faint red marks around your neck as he releases so you can catch your breath.

“Do it, Baby. Cum for me. I’ll fill you so good. You know why,”... he leans forward maintaining his dominating glare, licking the shell of your ear as he whispers lowly, “because this cunt is mine.”

Your orgasm explodes through your veins, washing over you making your muscles twitch. Your mouth unable to speak as he tightens his grip one last time while you milk his cock. He continues to fuck you making sure you’re fully clenching around his cock as he releases, filling you to the brim. Hobi’s pulling you up to him as he releases grip. Your back against his chest so he can cover your neck and shoulder in kisses as you come down from your high. His hands resting across your body pulling you tight. As he softens he doesn’t move. He just holds you still, watching you in the mirror.

“Look,” he whispers as he withdraws leaving you gaping and spread in front of the mirror, still with him behind you. Chests heaving from exhaustion as you watch his cum ooze down your thighs threatening to hit the clean hotel sheets. His fingers reach for it, attempting to push it back in but instead inserting his fingers in your mouth. Sucking his fingers clean while your glazed eyes remain dark and fixed on his in the mirror. You’re exhausted but a slight smirk spreads across your face and an embarrassed chuckle leaves your lips.

Hobi’s mischievous demeanour begins to show, cocking an eyebrow at you playfully as he growls, “Do you want more Kitten?”

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hausofgucci-blog · 7 years ago

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Fuck Thy Neighbor

I would like to preface this by saying that this is as whipped as it gets for me. I started this blog as a 5sos blog then it became a makeup/fashion blog up until I saw Black Panther. All I did was look up the BP tag on here but I fell into a rabbit hole that I’m all too happy to be stuck in. So yeah, here I am a few weeks later writing again. I deadass haven’t written anything in mf years but a bitch is inspired and horny so here y'all go. This 2.5K word mess is dedicated to @sweettea-and-honeybutter!!!

Erik Killmonger x WOC!Reader

Tags:SMUt (with plot), Power play, dub con, daddy kink, choking

The hot Oakland sun somehow found a way to beat down on you even though you were in your car. Being the broke college student you are you resorted to buying a mini fan for your car after the AC decided to quit its job. Unlike its job description, the fan didn’t create cool air to blow in your face instead it redistributed the hot air around you all over your face. Like a gift from the gods, you spotted a 7/11 roughly half a mile down the road, ‘if I’m going to die of heatstroke might as well do it with with a blue tongue,’ you thought to yourself. You’re nearly shaking with excitement as you pull some money out of your wallet and head to the store.

It doesn’t take long for you to mull over your choices before finally picking blue raspberry. With barely contained glee you hand money over to the cashier in exchange for the large Slurpee. It sounds exaggerated but you’d swear that after a few sips your life got better. The cold drink definitely made the 15-minute drive to the beauty supply store way more enjoyable. At last, you reach the grey building, you reach into the back seat for the bag of products you’d intended to return but you only find air. Realization dawns on you as remember that you’d set the bag down as you took a call from your mother earlier that morning. After contemplating for few moments you decide you’d be damned if you don’t your money back, you worked hard for that $21.58. With a switch shift in gears, you back out of the empty parking lot mentally cursing yourself for being forgetful and wasting your time.

Half an hour later you pull into your parking space with an exasperated sigh. You dash out of the car, slam the door and race to your front door which you find very conveniently locked. You instinctively pat your pockets even though you know full well that you put nothing in them but who’s to stop you from imagining the impossible. It then dawns on you that you’ve locked your phone and keys in your car. Unwilling to give up you jiggle the knob and bang and kick the door as if it’ll magically swing open or someone will open it up for you. This continues for several minutes until you hear a door open, you’re quick to assume your methods worked until you realize the door still hasn’t budged and your neighbor is looking at you from his doorway.

You wave at him and offer what you hope is a friendly smile, “Hi I’m your neighbor, I’m in a bit of trouble do you mind if I use your phone?”

He looks you up and down for a moment or two before replying “fuck I look like? Mother Teresa? I ain’t got favors to give out.”

You take a few steps toward him, trying to keep a friendly demeanor “I’m really sorry to bother you but I really need help, I locked my keys and phone in my car and I really need to get into my house.” A few seconds pass and his eyes are fixed on yours, void of all emotion. ‘Alright y/n time to turn on the waterworks ‘ you think to yourself, your lip trembles a bit and within seconds you allow fake tears to pool and fall from your eyes.

“Aye stop crying okay? Just come inside.” You can barely contain your joy as he opens the door wider and you step through the threshold.

The place is pretty bare, there are no pictures of anyone in sight but you stop yourself from making further observations. “So,” you draw out the ‘O’ awkwardly, “what about that phone call mm?”

That’s when he rolls his eyes, “I thought we already discussed this, I ain’t no Mother Teresa. If you want something from me you gotta do something for me first.”

The look on his face is a bit too menacing on his face to suggest that he wanted you to just vacuum or something. “Uh, I think I’ll just go,” you say hastily.

“Aight suit yourself,” he replies with a nonchalant shrug. A few seconds later you’re outside again stuck with nowhere to go. You resume your futile attempts to open a locked door with the will of a desperate woman. When that doesn’t work you try your luck on the car, that too has the same results as the door. There’s only one option left for you so you suck up your pride, march to his door and knock softly. You’re pretty sure he heard you even though he leaves you waiting for a minute or two. Finally, the door swings open and you step inside.

“Okay I take it back, I'll do anything! Please!"

He chuckles sizing you up, "good girl, what did you have in mind?" You stare right back at him as you take in his appearance. He wore a loose black long sleeve V-neck and some grey sweatpants that left little to the imagination. What did you have in mind? You'd kinda just hoped he was kidding and he'd let you make a phone call.

"Uh um ya know" you trailed off trying to ignore how stupid you must've sounded. You focus every cell in your body on being sexy as you step closer to him, “why don’t I just show you what I had in mind.” You keep your eyes locked on his while lightly grazing your hand on his bicep then gradually escalating to running it down his torso before stroking him through the thin fabric. You get on your knees in front of him and waste no time freeing his semi-hard cock from its restraints.

“What a fucking slut,” he says sounding amused. You ignore him and keep your attention on his dick. Taking your sweet time you lick the underside slowly and work your way to sucking just the tip. Before you knew it his palm smacked your cheek, leaving behind a stinging pain. “You’re going to have to do better than that ma.” Mouth still full of his cock you look up at him and nod.

This time you put much more focus and energy into pleasing him. You bob your head enthusiastically while stroking whatever you can’t fit into your mouth. “You look so good on your knees shawty. Sucking me off like your life depends on it.” You preen at the praise feeling yourself getting moist in your panties. His moans and grunts do nothing but egg you on as you take him farther and farther down your throat until your eyes water. That’s when he grabs your hair and starts facefucking you, “you like that baby? You like when daddy shoves his cock down your throat?” You nod furiously, “good girl. Let me see those titties.”

Without warning, he rips your shirt in half exposing your bra which he wastes no time undoing. He fondles your breasts and plays with your hard nipples while you suck his balls. His actions cause you to moan deeply around him which in turn create sensual vibrations on his cock. You can tell you’re doing a good job by his firmer grip on your hair. His speech is littered with softly spoken expletives which soon turn into moans and grunts. “You -oh fuck- you want daddy to come in your mouth?”

“Yes, daddy please cum in my whore mouth.” You genuinely meant it, unbeknownst to him being treated like a fucktoy was your biggest fantasy.

He slaps you again, “did I say you could stop sucking? You know what take all your clothes off, I wanna see you on that couch with your face down and ass up. Do not move until I get back.” He exits with a brisk walk before you obediently follow the instructions given to you. Your mind is so hazy you can’t even process what exactly you’re getting yourself into, all you need is his dick in you as soon as possible.

The position you were in made it a bit hard to hear what was going on, the silence was killing you not to mention how good the cool leather felt against your warm skin. Your need for sexual release grows with every passing second till you can’t stop yourself from reaching down and touching yourself. The action sends waves of pleasure so strong through your body that you have to bite your lip to contain your moans. Your few seconds of pleasure comes to a screeching halt when his menacing voice comes from behind you, “when I tell you to do something I mean that shit.” The unmistakable ripping sound of a foil packet follows his words before he nudges you with his knee, “legs wide bitch.”

You obey without a second thought, nothing mattered more to you than getting dicked down that second. He thrusts into you so fast and deep that your walls struggle to stretch to accommodate his impressive size. You’re a mess of moans and whimpers as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, to speed up the process you bring your hand to your clit rubbing furiously. You get noticeably louder and you feel your body approaching ecstasy but it seems your neighbor has different plans. “You wouldn’t think about cumming without asking daddy first would you?” He enunciated each word with a spank, “put your hands behind your back now!” You’re happy to oblige by locking both arms behind you so that each hand is wrapped around the opposite wrist. He takes your joint wrists together into one of his massive hands and proceeds to use it as leverage to fuck you deeper. With his free hand, he rubs your clit till you’re almost tipping over the edge of ecstasy. “Please, daddy can I cum? Please, please, please let me cum,” getting the words out is a struggle amid your moans but he still understands what you mean.

“Come all over my cock babygirl,” a wave of pleasure washes over you as you succumb to the primal need that’d been building inside you. Even as you ride your orgasm his fingers don’t stop working on your clit even though his thrusts slow down and get sloppier. The room is filled with the lewd unfiltered sounds of sex: your incoherent blubbering and his grunts of pleasure mixed with the sounds of his hips hitting yours. He stops to let you catch your breath but doesn’t pull out, instead opting to hold your hip as he lets his breathing return to normal as well.

He finally pulls out and commands you to flip over, you comply and get yourself into a position where you’re laying on the couch facing him while your legs hang off the arm of the couch. that is when you get a better look at him. The first thing you notice are the peculiar bumps scattered across his torso, intrigued you open your mouth to ask about them but he beats you to it. “You’ve been such a good girl, you think you deserve a reward?”

All questions about his chest fly out of your mind, “yes daddy.”

“I like the way you think babygirl,” he gets on his knees in front of you and you instinctively open your legs. “You’re so wet for me,” he states as he runs his middle finger down your pussy collecting your juices before offering it to you. “Taste yourself,” you greedily accept his finger into your mouth sucking it like its the only thing keeping you alive. He takes his finger from your mouth and wraps his hand around your neck without putting too much pressure. “Let daddy taste your sweet pussy,” with that he attaches his full lips to your inner thighs kissing and sucking them while still keeping his hand latched around your throat. His hand moves to grope your breast while he teases your slit with his tongue. The soft caresses of his tongue against your cunt coupled with his persistent fingers around your nipple causing you to lie back and cry out in bliss. He speeds up the pace of his licks alternating between doing that and teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. Your hands find their way to his hair to pull him closer as a second orgasm builds deep in your belly meanwhile he wraps his arms around your thighs spreading you wider. You feel one of his fingers teasing your entrance before slipping it in with ease. The combination of his tongue on your clit and his finger fucking you has you screaming daddy and begging for release in no time. “Cum all over daddy’s fingers you dirty slut” he commands before adding another finger to fuck you with. His words turn you on even more, so much so that you’re basically doing all the work for him by bucking and rolling your hips to meet his fingers. It doesn't take long for the metaphorical floodgates to burst as a powerful orgasm rips through you. Your breaths come out rough and ragged and he continues to fuck you through your orgasm till the only word you can form is ‘daddy’. He silently watches you come down from your high waiting for your breath to return to normal before ordering you to get dressed. Although your eyes are shut you hear can still his footsteps as he walks away from you. With shaky legs, you pull yourself off the couch to locate the small pile of your unscathed clothing and hastily put them back on. You’re clipping your bra when his approaching footsteps meet your ears causing you to tense up a bit.

“You gotta go,” he states with a threatening tone.

You turn around to face him, confusion written all over your features, “wh-what about our deal?”

“I changed my mind, now go,” he replies unlocking the door. You plant yourself down, he wasn't going to get you out that easy. Anger flashes in his eyes, he gets up close to you to say in your ear “go right now before I do something you and I will regret.” The cold, unwavering quality of his voice trumps all reservations you had about going outside in just a bra and shorts. You nod fearfully and scamper out the door, just as you hear the sound of something small hitting the ground and turn around to see what it is. “If you got any street smarts you’ll know how to use that,” he declares with a smirk before slamming the door leaving you looking at a small plastic card in confusion.

#erik killmonger #black panther fic #woc reader #erik smut #erik killmonger smut #woc smut #black panther smut

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Where Have You Been All My Life? - Part 1 - Dad!Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Dad!Stiles Stilinski/Reader AU

Word Count: 9,945

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (Both Receiving), Public Oral, Edging, Orgasm Denial (kind of?)

Notes: Part 1 of 2 for Dad!Stiles. Because I legit am sitting at a total of 17.5K and have more to write. Sooooooo you get two parts. If you know the movie Bad Moms, that is the inspiration for this. So, it might have like... hints of cheating but they are getting divorced. So, I think we good?

@thelittlestkitsune and @savage-stilinski are the best and kept me company while I wrote. And they proofread while they went for me. Because I make lots of mistakes!

Part 2

You sat at the kitchen bar, the mug of coffee in the yours spewing wisps of steam from the brown liquid. Your eyes stared into the contents, watching the ripples from the small movements. Your fingers ran along the ceramic, unable to focus on any one particular thing.

All you could remember were the events of the night before.

“You’re serious right now?” you growled at the man following your every step, your voice low to keep from waking your daughter.

“I don’t see the big issue,” he claimed, fixing the band on his sweatpants. “Masturbation is a very healthy thing for guys. And it’s not like you haven’t seen me masturbate before!”

“Yeah, but not to some chick named Cheryl on the internet!” You seethed, placing the laundry basket on the floor of your shared bedroom.

“It’s really not that big a deal, honey,” he groaned, ruffling his hair.

You sighed, picking up a few pieces of loose clothing from the floor before turning to him. “How long?”

He made a face, his nose scrunching as he attempted to stutter out words. “Well, you know… just. It’s not that big a deal. Like, seriously. Just… time is very subjective you know. It hasn’t been that long.”

“The truth please.”

“A little over four months.” Your mouth fell open at the revelation that this had gone unseen under your nose for so long. All those nights that your husband disappeared into his office, he had been online with this chick some two thousand miles away.

“Four months?”

“Yes, but I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong, honey. I’m just masturbating with her. I haven’t touched her or anything. How could this be cheating? It’s just like porn!”

You threw the clothes in your hand in the basket, massaging your temples. “Maybe because you are going behind my back to masturbate with some woman personally? It’s not like porn because you are interacting with this same chick multiple times. You have been seeing her behind my back, not just watching videos of her.” You pursed your lips, tongue darting out to wet them. “Do you have feelings for her?”

“Well, you know, honey. It’s hard not to develop some feelings when masturbating together for so long.”

“Just answer the question!” You hollered, biting your lip immediately after.

The man sighed, nodding slowly. “Yes, I do. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings for you too, honey. How could I live without you or your lasagna?”

A palpable silence formed between you, the air so thick that it could be cut with a knife. If someone dropped a pin across town, you would probably hear it. The man before you opened his mouth to say more, but you cut him off. “Get out.”

His brow furrowed at your words. “What?”

“I said get out of my house.”

“You can’t just kick me out of my house like that, Y/N. That isn’t fair. I’ve done nothing wrong! You can’t kick me out because I was masturbating with some awesome chick online because you’re the cause of this! We haven’t had sex in how long? Or giving me a blowjob even?”

“Three years, and for good reason obviously. You’re a fucking asshole. Maybe I would be more willing to be intimate if you tried. I do everything around here and do I ever get something in return? Nope. I think not,” you told him, throwing a shirt at his head. “And I can kick you out. The house is in my name. So, it’s technically mine.”

“You’re seriously doing this right now?” He grumbled, sliding the shirt on his head. “Can’t we just fuck and make up?”

“Oh my God. Just please, get out, Joe.”

Your husband rolled his eyes, mumbling under his breath, “So unfair,” before he left, slamming the door on the way out. You peeked out the window to watch his car back from the driveway, tires screeching as he barreled down the street. The second he rounded the corner at the end of the road, your body collapsed, tears dripping from your eyes, landing on the carpet beneath you.

“How did it come to this?” You asked yourself, finally lifting the mug to your lips, taking a long sip. The beverage had gone luke warm as you had lost yourself in your thoughts, the liquid rushing down your throat doing anything but warm your soul. You left out another sigh, refusing to cry more.

“Morning, mommy,” you daughter, Julia, greeted with a yawn, stumbling into the kitchen dressed and ready for school. She rubbed at her tired eyes, her glasses pushed up onto her forehead.

“Morning, sweetheart,” you hummed, wrapping your arm around the eight-year-old girl as she drifted to your side. She struggled to push herself onto the barstool, pulling her plate of food that you made her towards her small frame. As she munched on a piece of bacon, you pushed some of her hair from her face, giving her a smile. “Are you ready for your first t-ball practice after school?”

She nodded, almost waking up entirely at the mention of it. “Yes! Me and Cici are going to dominate the team!”

“Dominate, eh?” You laughed. “Have you been reading the dictionary before bed?”

“Maybe,” she giggled.

“You’re a dork,” you told her. Your smile fell, the lump in your throat growing. “I have to tell you something, baby.”

Her eyes drifted to yours, tilting her head in question. “What?”

“Your daddy had to go away on a business trip,” you told her, turning to look back at your cold cup of coffee. “There’s no telling how long he will be gone. So, we will make the best of things, just the two of us. Alright?”

“Whatever you say, mommy,” she said, biting at her bacon once more.

As you trudged out the door and into the car to take the young girl to school, you sighed. You hated lying to her, but you didn’t want to see the look on her face if she knew her parents would be getting divorced most likely. You knew it would break her little heart and that was the last thing she needed right now.

You parked along the curb in front of the school, rounding the car to help the young girl out. You handed her the Marvel backpack she insisted on having with the matching lunch box, giving her a short hug. “Did you need me to walk you in?”

“No, I can do it,” she reassured.

“Alright, baby,” you said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I will be waiting out here to pick you up for your practice. Have a good day at school, love bug.”

“Don’t be embarrassing, mommy,” she laughed, kissing your cheek. “I love you.”

She sauntered off, catching up with a few of her friends on the way in. You gave a short wave in response, shaking your head. “They grow up so fast.”

“Hey pretty lady,” your friend, Lau, said, walking over with her arms crossed over her chest. Her gorgeous red locks bounced with her step, he backside pressed to your car as she leant beside you. “You see down this morning. What’s wrong, sugarplum?”

“Long story,” you hummed. “Where are your boys?”

“Stu is walking Luke into school. They couldn’t stop talking about the new Star Wars that is in theaters. They saw it for the third time last night.”

“They are nerds. I swear,” you laughed. You tilted your head, finding the third member of your female trio waving off her son, Stephen, as he walked into the school. “There’s Camile. Cami! Over here!”

Her eyes lit up as she rushed over to you both, her curly hair pulled back into a bun to keep it out of her face. “Good morning! How is everyone today?”

You opened your mouth to answer but was cut off by Lau. “I’m great, but someone amongst us is keeping secrets.” Both of their eyes fell to you, the frown on your face growing. “Come on. Spill. What’s going on?”

“Can we not do this here please?” You asked.

“Fine. How about over brunch? For once, we all have today off,” Camile proposed. “We have free time till after the kids get out of school.”

“Yeah. That works,” you told them.

Lau’s eyes narrowed on something behind you, her lips curling into a sly grin. “Don’t look now, but here comes the hot widower.” You and Camile turned to see what she meant, your eyes widening at the sight.

Stiles Stilinski was walking down the street, sunglass hanging from his white undershirt. The red plaid shirt he wore blew in the breeze, his ruffled, messy hair swaying with each step forward he took. His signature smile lit up the air around him. The small black backpack hung from his shoulder, the familiar imprint of Star Wars on the front. His hand was grasped tightly around his daughter’s hand, her smile and eyes matching that of her father. In his other hand rested on the back of the carrier he wore with the barely six month old baby in it, his tiny hands holding onto Stiles’ shirt.

You let out an inaudible sigh as you watched the man. You had such brief interactions with him, and you knew it was wrong to hold a tiny crush on him. You had been good friends with his late wife before she passed away shortly after giving birth to their son. It probably didn’t help either that his daughter was Julia’s best friend. But since the second he introduced himself, you couldn’t stop the small blush that would form on your cheeks or the butterflies that fluttered inside you from the short words you shared with each other. He was a caring, spastic young man that had many cruel things happen in his life, but he never stopped smiling. You tried your best to push the feelings down, but they always seemed to resurface more than ever whenever he walked by.

“Don’t look now, but he’s coming over here,” Camile whispered. Once the words left her mouth, your eyes widened, breath quickening. You were afraid to know what you would feel for the single man not that your husband wasn’t in the picture. “He’s right there, guys.”

“Good morning, ladies,” Stiles greeted as he stopped in front of you all, his eyes running over each form before stopping on you. “I was hoping to catch you this morning, Y/N.”

“Me?” You asked, slightly dumbfounded.

“Yeah. Cici had a question for you,” he chuckled, looking down at the brunette girl. The girl slid slightly behind her father, her honey eyes staring up at you. “Come on, honey. Y/N won’t bite. You know that.”

You smiled at the small girl, crouching to her level. “What did you need, sweetie?”

She opened her mouth once before closing it, her brow furrowing. “I was wondering if you could take me to t-ball practice after school. Daddy has to take Ben to the doctor and can’t pick me up.”

“Of course, sweetie. I would love to help you out. I can’t deny you and Julia your practice,” you told her. She gave a shy smile, mumbling a small thanks. You stood up to face Stiles, his face relieved. “Do you have her stuff?”

Stiles blinked for a second, gaping like a fish a few times before his neck and face turned a bright red. “I think I forgot it on the table. Shit.”

“Language, daddy.”

“I meant shoot. This is just perfect.”

“It’s fine, Stiles,” you laughed. “I’m off work today. And we were just planning to get brunch. So maybe I can swing by and grab her stuff before I head out with the girls.”

“That would be perfect actually,” he said, relaxing slightly. “I’m sorry. I messed this up so bad.”

“It’s fine. Accidents happen, Stilinski,” you grinned. “I will meet you back at your house in less than a half hour?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” he grinned.

“Awesome,” you said in return, looking back at at the young girl clasping her dad’s hand and the baby asleep against his chest. “They’re adorable, Stiles. You know that right?”

“Yeah,” he smiled sadly. “But they definitely get my genes. I’m just an awkward turtle.”

“Well, I think you’re perfectly handsome as well,” you stated quickly, flushing once you said it. Lau and Camile were stifling their laughs behind you, knowing how flustered you were getting. “I-I mean…”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he chuckled. Raising one hand, he turned to walk off. “I will see you in a bit.”

When he was out of earshot, the two girls squealed in each of your ears, shaking you back and forth. “You totally like him,” Camile said.

“And he likes you,” Lau mentioned afterwards. “But what about Joe?”

You bit at your lip, pulling your keys from your pocket. “That’s what I will tell you guys about at brunch. Meet at the usual?”

“Diego’s Cafe?” Camile offered. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. They have the best mimosas!”

“Oh yeah they do! But I will see you guys there. Let me drop off Stu first,” she mentioned as the darked haired man walked over, his eyes glued to his phone, probably on some email from his tech company. Lau waved as she took her husband’s hand, walking off.

“Don’t take too long with Stiles,” Camile hinted, nudging your side once before walking back to her car.You sighed, getting into your own car, leaning back in the seat in thought. You ran a hand through your hair once, letting out a long sigh before finally starting the engine and driving off.

You wound up at Stiles’ house shortly after he arrived, the man standing at his door unlocking it. He stopped when he heard your engine die, his stoic face lighting up. “Hey, Y/N! Nice timing,” he joked, pushing the door open as you walked up. “Come on in.”

You followed the man into his house, watching him kick off his shoes in the doorway. His police badge sat on the table next to his keys, slightly dusty from his time off work to get his life in order. You followed the man silently further into the house. “It’s been awhile,” you mumbled to yourself.

“It has,” he responded, catching you off guard. “You haven’t been over since she passed away. And I don’t blame you at all.”

“Stiles,” you frowned.

“It’s fine. Really it is,” he reassured you. “You were her friend. With her gone, you had no reason to come by except to pick up or drop off Julia for playdates with Cici.” He gave a gentle smile. “We make do. I promise.”

“I should have checked up on you more though,” you frowned.

“Don’t start that now,” he playfully glared. The baby against his chest let out a smile whimper before breaking into full tears, squirming in his father’s arms. Stiles’ face fell, looking down at the boy. “Aw, don’t cry Ben. No crying.”

“Here, let me,” you whispered, walking over and lifting the small boy from the carrier. Your fingers brushed against Stiles’ chest as you took the baby, his pecs clenching from the slight touch. You cradled the baby in your arms, rocking and bouncing him to ease his whimpers. “Go ahead and grab Cici’s stuff and I will take care of this little one.”

“Are you sure?” He asked hesitantly.

“I’m a mom, Stiles. I can take care of a baby,” you laughed. He let out a small laugh before removing the carrier from his chest and wandering around the house in search of his daughter’s stuff. You watched the spastic man run through the house, groaning when he couldn’t find the bag of stuff. The baby in your arms cried for a while before finally settling down, his honey eyes staring up at you. His tiny hand kept grabbing at your blouse, tugging at it for attention. You giggled at his actions, cooing at him. “What do you think you’re doing, cutie pie?”

“He likes you,” Stiles laughed when he walked back into the living room with a bag in hand. “You’re lucky. He actually hates like… everyone but me and my family.”

“Well, I feel special then,” you laughed, lifting the baby in the air. “Do you like me, Benny? Am I your friend now?” The baby let out a squealing laugh, clapping his hands together. “You’re such a good boy for your daddy, aren’t you?”

“He thinks,” Stiles laughed, taking the baby from you and placing him in his playpen. “I’m sure he will grow up to have my mischievous side.”

“Lord help us all,” you laughed at him. “You really are a great dad, Stiles.”

“I can always hope that’s true,” he sighed, picking up a small lamb stuffed animal and waving it for his son to see. “I always feel like I’m… messing up. Not having Abigail around has really been hard. Cici doesn’t have a mom anymore and I know she puts on a front to make it seem like it doesn’t bother her. And Ben won’t ever know his mom. All he will know is his lame ass dad.”

“Stiles,” you frowned, pulling him from the playpen. You wrapped your arms around his waist, placing your head on his chest. His chin rested on your head, his leanly muscular arms wrapping around your body. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears, short sniffles resounding around the room. “You’re doing great. Cici is a strong girl and she will grow up to be a fine young woman. It’ll be hard on her but she has you there to support everything she does. And you aren’t a lame ass dad. You are a cool dad and Ben will know that growing up because you will do everything in your power to be there for him.”

Stiles chuckled, his chest rumbling with the noise. “How do you do that?” He asked.

“Do what?”

“Say the right things to cheer me up,” he laughed. “You did it too after Abi passed. You said that she would always be watching over us, protecting us. And it helped. A lot.” He sighed, his arms squeezing you tighter. “Your husband sure is a lucky man.”

You frown wasn’t visible luckily and you had to fight to keep your voice from cracking. “Yeah…”

He pulled away, wiping at his eyes a few times before digging his phone from his dark jeans. “You know, I don’t think I have your number. Abi was always the one to get a hold of you for things so I never thought to get it. It might be helpful to have it so I can get in touch with you whenever we need to.”

“Oh, right,” you said, taking his phone. You smiled at the picture of him and his daughter as his lock screen, swiping to unlock it. The home screen was of Ben resting on his chest, the man looking down lovingly at his child. It was the most adorable thing in the world. Typing in your number, you sent yourself a quick message to get his number before handing him back the device. “I will take care of Cici with the practice. Just text me if you need anything.”

“I will,” he said, licking his lips. His forehead scrunched slightly, nibbling on his lip in thought. “Would um… would your husband get mad if I texted you more often maybe? Just as friends of course! I’m not looking to ruin your marriage, I swear. Just… a friend would be nice to help get through this single parent stuff.”

You gaped at him before quickly shaking your head. “No! I mean… no, he wouldn’t care. Joe grew up with a single parent, so I’m sure he would understand wanting someone there just to talk to. It’s not an easy situation.” You didn’t feel right spilling what had happened the night before, so lying seemed to be the best answer. “I know you wouldn’t intentionally ruin my marriage, Stiles. But just know that I am always here for you.”

“I appreciate that,” he said, handing you the bag. “I’m glad I have you as a friend.”

Friend. The word stung slightly, and you weren’t sure if it was because of your crush on the man that seemed to grow like a parasite the longer you stood in his presence or because of the potential divorce you were facing. “Yeah. Friends.” You turned to look down at the small child sitting on the pen looking up at you. You wiggled your fingers at him, listening to his cute laughter. “Bye bye, Benny. I will see you around, alright?”

Stiles walked you to the door, opening it for you like a gentleman. “Thanks again. For everything.”

“Stop thanking me. I’m happy to help.”

“Right,” he muttered. He hesitated for a second before leaning forward, placing his soft lips to your cheek. His cheeks were red when he backed away. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah. Bye Stiles,” you managed to get out, slipping out the door. You rushed across his lawn to your car, missing the click of the door behind you. Throwing yourself in the car, your hands covered your face, letting out a small squeal. “Oh my god, did that just happen?”

You sipped at the mimosa, Camile and Lau ordering their meals. When the waiter walked off, they turned towards you. “Spill, girly,” Lau said.

You twirled the glass in your hand, watching the yellow-orange liquid swish in the glass. “How hard is it to raise Stephen by yourself for the most part, Cami?”

Camile’s face scrunched up, leaning her elbow on the table. “I don’t know. He’s a good kid. And he gets that his dad works a hard job and can’t be around very often. There are times that he’s difficult, but we make it work. And when Mitch is around, he makes the time to spend time with his son. Sure, it’s not ideal, but it’s fine I guess. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” you mumbled.

“You’re so full of shit,” Lau mumbled. “What did Joe do?”

“What makes you think he did something?” You asked, both girls giving you an unimpressed look. You let out a loud groan, massaging your face. “Last night, I walked into his office while I was cleaning to find him masturbating with some chick online. And apparently it’s been going on for like four months, if he told me the truth. But he apparently he has feelings for her and shit. And it’s just been a wreck because he doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong.”

“Well, fuck him,” Camile said.

“Did he say why he did it?” Lau asked.

“He said it was my fault because we haven’t had sex in three years. But how is it my fault when I do everything for us? Can he blame me for being tired at the end of the day?”

“No,” Lau said. “He can’t give you shit for that. He should be there to support you. And just because you aren’t having sex doesn’t mean he should go wank to some rando online.”

“Agreed,” Camile said. “It’s not your fault that he couldn’t keep it in his pants.” She sipped her drink before continuing. “But what’s going to happen between you guys?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “I kicked him out and haven’t heard from him since. But I’m pretty sure this is the end between us. I’m pretty sure out marriage has been dead for a while now. The passion we had when we first got together just isn’t there. And I can only do so much to keep that passion alive when he isn’t reciprocating it. We’ve tried therapy and it helps a little, but the changes never seem to stick.”

“Maybe it’s time to move on,” Lau said, nudging you side. You gave her a confused look only for Camile to finish for her.

“Stiles, babe. He totally has the hots for you.”

“No, he doesn’t,” you blushed. “And even if he does, I can’t make a move right now. I’m still married technically and he’s still coming out of Abs passing away. We have our kids to worry about. I haven’t even told Julia about what happened since I don’t know what’s going to happen. It would end badly for us both.”

“You don’t have to rush into anything,” Camile said. “And you said yourself that it’s probably over anyway. So, things can always happen. It wouldn’t hurt to start talking to him at least.”

“And think of it this way,” Lau said. “He’s hot. There’s no down side here.”

“Seriously?” You laughed. The girls laughed with you, shaking their heads. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I got his phone number earlier, huh?”

Cue loud screeches and hugging in the middle of the cafe, the waiters giving you all weird looks.

You sat on your bed, staring at your closet. Julia was hanging out with Stephen and Luke, the trio of children having a Marvel vs DC marathon. Stuart and Mitch agreed to watch the rascals so the girls could take you out to clear your mind. When you had called them that morning in tears, a stack of divorce papers on your lap, they deemed it necessary to take you out. You knew they would be over soon to head to the bar, but you weren’t sure what to wear.

Something mom-ish? You asked yourself, moving to pick up a rose pink dress, holding it to your body. You made a disgusted face at yourself, tossing the dress aside. Maybe just something comfy? You pushed through the rack of clothes, unable to find anything. “I literally have nothing.”

“Sure you do,” Lau said, pushing the door open, the skin-tight green dress clinging to her frame. The spare key to your house swung on her finger a few times, grinning widely. “No need to fear. The cavalry's here!”

Camile pushed her aside, flopping back on the bed. Her purple tank top hugger her torso, black skinny jeans covering her legs with a pair of black heels on her feet. “You have got to own something sexy. I know we have bought you sexy stuff before.”

“Yeah, but Joe never liked me wearing them,” you groaned. “Either he made me toss things he didn’t like or I outgrew them when I had Julia.”

“Pssh. There is bound to be something in this closet. Move aside and let the master work! You worry about getting undressed so as soon as I find the perfect thing, you can put it on,” Lau said, moving you to dig through the hung up clothes. She pushed each article aside, her eyes lighting up at the item she found hidden in the back of the closet. “I see something tiny and black and honestly, me likey!”

“Oh god, no!” You hollered at her, tossing your shirt in the bin and trudging over to your friend in just your bra. That was like… my Halloween costume before I was pregnant! I wouldn’t be able to fit in that even if I tried.”

“Please,” Camile groaned. “You look even better now than your did when we were younger. Pregnancy did you good. You’re that one percent.”

“Lies,” you grumbled at her. “I put on so much weight after I had Julia.” The girls sent you short glares. “Fine! I will try it on! But it won’t fit! Now should I wear it to the bar.”

“Please,” Lau laughed. “You will look bomb as fuck. Plus, all girls should own a lbd.”

“Lbd?” You questioned.

“Little black dress! Get with the times and get dressed. The uber will be here in two minutes,” Camile joked.

You quickly threw on the black dress, smoothing out the fabric as much as you could. The dress ended at your mid thigh, the skirt flaring out. The thin straps rested upon your shoulders, the bodice hugging your torso perfectly. You were surprised you slid into the fabric as easy as you did. You spun a few times in front of the mirror, your hands resting on your stomach a bit. “I look horrible.”

“Are you mental?” Lau asked. “You look brilliant.”

“All the guys will want a piece of that ass,” Camile followed.

“I’m not looking for a hook up though,” you bluntly stated.

“Unless it was Stiles,” Camile continued, Stiles’ name coming out in a sing-song tone.

“No,” you grumbled.

“You’re the one that has been texting him nonstop for the past two weeks!” She belted. And she wasn’t lying. Two weeks without your husband meant two weeks that you were able to text the single man of your dreams. They weren’t flirty texts - or at least, you didn’t think they were. Just a bunch of ‘hey’, ‘how you doing?’, and random small conversations you would break into. There would be some small times that he would call you up during the day, asking if you’d like to come over for lunch and some time with baby Ben, which you never failed to accept instantly.

Needless to say, you were falling hard for the man.

“And you noticed too that you’ve stopped wearing your wedding ring,” Lau pointed out. You glanced down at your right hand, your finger bare of the diamond ring. “I know you just got the divorce papers today, but you stopped wearing it a while ago.”

“That’s not because of anything in particular,” you told them. “It just didn’t feel right to wear anymore.”

“Well, that’s nothing to worry about now,” Camile huffed, jumping off the bed. “Uber. Now. Drinks. Now. Drunk dancing. Now. This is the only time we don’t have the kids so let’s use the opportunity while we can.”

“Amen sista!” Lau laughed, pulling everyone out of the house, you fumbling to put your heels on on the way out the door.

You arrived at a local bar not thirty minutes later, the three of you making your way instantly to the bar. Lau ordered a few rounds of shots as well at martinis for everyone. Shoving a shot in everyone’s direction, she held hers up to the dim light.

“To new starts!” she cheered. You and Camile laughed, holding yours up as well. With a echoed cheer, you all downed the bitter liquid, shaking your head at the taste. “One more!”

“You’re going to kill me tonight,” you groaned.

“You love us,” Camile grinned, handing you the shot glass.

Drink after drink was washed down your throat, the girls flooding your system with multiple varieties of alcoholic substance. Your mind was buzzed before you knew what hit you, laughter befalling your lips at the simplest things. You dragged the girls to the dance floor to dance to a few songs before returning to your spot at the bar, the bartender already placing new drinks down for you. You silently were thankful at that time that Camile’s husband, Mitch, was wealthy with the government.

And to your surprise, multiple guys had walked up to you, attempting to make conversation before wandering away when you showed zero interest. Both of your friends nudged your sides, telling you how the guys were flirting, but you didn’t care to listen.

The guys attempting to talk to you weren’t anything compared to the one on your mind, even in this fuzzy state.

“Ugh,” you groaned, leaning on the bar. “I forgot how it feels to go out and enjoy a night to myself.”

“I know,” Lau groaned happily. “It’s been so long since we’ve been able to get away from the kids. And you had it worse than us. Joe never gave two shits if you could get away. You have done everything for Julia. So for once, it’s nice that you could get out.”

“Have you told her yet?” Camile asked.

“No,” you replied, circling your finger on the rim of the martini glass. “I really should though. But how do you tell your daughter that your parents are getting divorced?”

“It’s probably best to just tell her,” Lau told you. “But, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

“I hope.”

You felt a tap on your shoulder, turning slightly in your seat to look at the person interrupting your girl time. Your eyes met the familiar honey ones you had come to adore over the weeks, our heart jumping in your chest. “Hey Y/N. I thought that was you.”

“Stiles! Hey,” you started, sliding off the seat to give him a proper hug. “What are you… what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home with your kids?”

“Hey! I’m allowed to get out once in a while!” he laughed. “My stepmom took the kids for the night. She likes to take them from me and spoil them. I will get them back from her in the morning and Cici will probably be hyped up on sugar or something, having not slept. Ben might be alright. But enough about me. What about you? What brings you out tonight?”

“Oh you know,” you mumbled, turning to Lau and Camile who were giving you small thumbs ups. “Just having a well deserved girl’s night.”

“Wow, cool. So your husband is at home with Julia? That’s nice to see for once. I never see him around when Julia is doing practice or school activities. Always you,” he said. “You deserve to get out for the night.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, licking your lips. “Actually, he’s um…” you paused for a second, a lump in your throat. For two weeks, you hadn’t said a word. But the papers on your kitchen table egged on in your mind and the words slipped out anyway. “He’s not really in the picture anymore.”

“Oh my God,” Stiles frowned, his hand resting on your arm. “Wow. I didn’t even know. I’m so sorry.” He rubbed his face a bit, his chin neatly shaven. “I don’t even know where to start or what to say. Are you alright?”

“It’s been hard but I’m surviving,” you told him. “I can’t say I haven’t been happier since he left but the divorce papers on my table kind of hit home this morning.”

“I’m so sorry. How long has he been gone?”

You drummed your fingers on the bar a few times before answering. “Two weeks.”

“But we…”

“Yeah,” you hummed. “I’m sorry I never mentioned it. “I thought it would be weird if I mentioned that I had just caught my husband cheating on me, kicked him out and was potentially getting a divorce. Now that I have the papers, I guess it’s easier to admit.”

“Aw, Y/N. You don’t need to apologize at all. I just wish I knew sooner so I could help you through it more. You’ve been here lately helping me with my own problems but you’ve had yours. I feel like a shitty person for not helping more.” He bit his lip slightly, sideways glancing at the bar. “But, I am glad I ran into you tonight. Can I buy you a drink maybe? And maybe we can chat for a bit?”

“Well, I mean…” you glanced back at the girls who were sliding off their chairs.

“We were just going for a dance!” Camile said. “We’ll see you in a bit!”

“It was nice seeing you Stiles!” Lau laughed, the two girls scampering away quickly. You glared after them, bitterly thinking, Those bastards.

Stiles ordered you both drinks, the pair of you moving to a small couch in the corner to chat. He sipped at his beer a bit before leaning back into the plush couch, eying your form. “So, did I mention that you look amazing tonight?”

You blushed, looking down at the drink in your hand. “I don’t look that good.”

“Seriously?” he laughed. “You look amazing, Y/N. It’s different than your normal outfits but you look beautiful.”

“Well, thanks,” you said, tucking hair behind your ear.

Stiles chuckled at your flushed face, placing his beer on the table. “So, can I give a little confession?”

“Of course,” you hummed.

“Alright. Don’t freak out on me,” he joked. “I was hanging out with Stuart the one day and we were chatting about our kids and Star Wars because surprisingly, they all have Star Wars related names.”

You cut him off before he could continue. “No way. I knew that Luke was because Lau was pissed when Stuart named him Luke just so he could say ‘Luke, I am your father,” even if that’s not the right quote. But your babies? Really?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Liar. You’re a filthy liar.”

“I am not!” He said. “Ben’s name is Ben Kenobi Stilinski. I know Abi would have hated it but I has that perfect ring to it. And he already has it better than I did growing up. Ben Kenobi is better than being cursed with a name like mine. Unpronounceable and misspelled way too often.”

“Really? I knew Stiles was a nickname, but I didn’t know it was that bad for you,” you hummed. “I’m sure you’re over exaggerating.”

“You try living with the name Mieczyslaw Stilinski then,” he laughed. Your nose scrunched, tongue sticking out slightly.

“Ok, I lied. That’s bad,” you grimaced jokingly. Stiles shoved your arm, shaking his head. “What about Cici then? As far as I’m away, there are no Cici’s in Star Wars.”

“Her middle name, actually,” he laughed. His face fell for a second as he glanced up at the ceiling. “Did you know Cici is just a nickname? Her middle name would have been her first name if I didn’t propose the name I did.” Your head tilted in question. “We named her after my mom. My mom passed away when I was eight, so it seemed like a perfect homage to her. So her full name is Claudia Leia Stilinski.”

“That’s beautiful,” you muttered in awe, the name ringing through your ears.

“It really is. But she chose to go by Cici for short because she sometimes hates the fact that she will never get to meet her grandma outside of the cemetery.”

“Wow,” you said, slightly wiping at your eyes to avoid ruining your makeup. “That’s rough. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine. She decided this when she was three and it kind of just stuck. She’s gotten better over the years. She used to hate going to visit grandma and now she’s always willing because she can share so many things with her and mommy.”

“Cici really is a strong girl,” you told him.

“I got lucky,” he laughed. “Enough about that. Back to my confession!” he readjusted in his seat, sliding a bit closer to your side. “So, as we were talking, I may have asked a bit about you. This was just after we started talking more and I was trying to get a little insight on how to actually approach you. I didn’t want to seem weird like I normally am.”

“You asked about me?” you repeated, dumbfounded.

Stiles chuckled, running his hand through his hair. “Well, yeah. That’s where the confession comes in.” He took a deep breath, nose flaring slightly. “I’ve always kind of had a thing for you.”

“What?!” You hollered, breaking into a laugh.

“Oh, come on! I thought you knew that!” Stiles chuckled. “Of all of the moms at the school, you are my favorite. Even when I was with Abi, I hate to say it, I had the tiniest crush on you.”

“No way.”

“Yes!” he chuckled. “You do so much for your daughter and Cici and even Luke and Stephen. I’ve seen you do everything for them. You support them. You don’t force them to do anything. It’s always Julia’s decision to do what she does like the T-ball team or that time she decided to take up piano?”

“Oh God,” you grumbled, hiding your face in your hands. “I remember that!”

“Yeah. But that was her call.” He licked his lips, leaning forward onto his knees. “I think the best thing is that you raised her right. She’s such a great kid. She’s nice and polite. And I can say that because she’s my daughter’s best friend. I am harder on that aspect because I want good kids around Cici. I don’t have to worry with Julia. And you know, you make me look bad.”

“What?” you laughed. “Why?”

“Cici gives me so much shit about the lunches you make for Julia. Always asks why I can’t do that for her.” You both let out loud laughs, Stiles’ arm slinging onto the back of the couch behind you. “Why do you have to make my life harder, Y/N? You’re killing me. You’re tearing me apart!”

“Did you just reference The Room?” You laughed.

“Ugh, you are so perfect,” he sighed. “Marry me please.”

“Moving a bit fast, aren’t you, Stiles?” You asked, the alcohol in your system giving you a surge of confidence. His eyes flashed a bit as he looked down at you. “Shouldn’t we kiss before you try marrying me?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, His eyes darkening slightly. “Maybe you’re right,” he mumbled. “But would that be alright? You’re still going through this divorce and I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

“You wouldn’t be rushing me if that’s what I want,” you told him, reaching out to run your fingers along his cheeks, tracing them along the constellation of moles on his jawline. “And let me just say, Stiles. What I want is you.”

“Well,” he muttered, leaning in until his lips were brushing yours slightly. “Let’s just take it slow then, shall we?”

With a short nod from you, Stiles smiled, leaning forward to connect your lips in a gentle kiss. His lips enveloped yours completely, his nose brushing yours as he pressed further against you. You allowed him to take control, your nails scraping lightly against his cheek. His own hand, large and veiny, moved to the back of your neck, threading through your locks. He used your neck to pull you closer, his lips dragging against yours as you shared tiny, open-mouth kisses.

He pulled away once for a short, ragged breath before delving in for more, stronger and sloppier than before. His tongue darted from between his lips to swipe at yours, slithering through a small gap in your lips. The tip of his tongue ran along yours, his throat swallowing the low moan you let out.your tongue attempted to play with his in return, though his always seemed to overpower it and remain in control.

His free hand moved down to your waist, giving it a short squeeze before moving to rest on your bare thigh. Your dress had ridden up to allow his fingers to press into your leg that had wrapped itself over his lap. Your lips never disconnected as your fingers slid along his jawline to the top of his shirt, playing with the hem of the black fabric.

Stiles pulled away to lick his hips, panting heavily. “Wow,” he huffed, his eyes fluttering open. Your own followed, neither of you realizing you had shut them in the midst of the pleasure. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.”

“I think I can guess,” you told him. “Because I’ve wanted that for awhile myself.”

“Really?” He asked. You gave him a smile and a nod, the man smiling wider. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t be bad to continue.”

“I’d be down for that.”

Your lips met in a short kiss, the touch teasing him for more. Stiles groaned slightly, his hand sliding up your dress a bit to your ass, squeeze it through your panties. You could feel his hard on through his jeans pressing against your leg, the throbbing running from him to you. “Can I confess something else?”

You blinked at him, pulling away slightly to look at him. “What?”

“It’s not so much of a coincidence that I showed up here while you were here,” he hummed. You continued to gaze at him confused. “You may have booty texted me saying that you had come to the bar for some drinks. And some… other things.”

You blinked in wonder before it clicked. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “I think Lau was actually the one to booty text you off of my phone,” you admitted. “I lent it to her earlier because she left hers at home and she wanted to check on Stu. I didn’t think she’d sneak into my messages.”

“Oh,” he laughed. “That might make more sense then. Because what she sent… my god.”

You eyed him slightly, biting at your lip. “What exactly did she message you?”

Stiles’ eyes glinted with an overwhelming amount of mischief, almost enough to match his name. “Why don’t I show you?”

You found yourself pressed against the bathroom door minutes later, the man’s lips to yours in a fiery kiss, his fingers fumbling with the lock. Your legs wobbled in the heels and you were thankful that Stiles kept you upright, his body pressed firmly to yours. The second he got the lock in place, he was hiking up the dress to your waist, playing with the hem of your panties. Your hands attempted to undo his belt, but you were failing miserably in the blur of the kiss.

He pushed off the door, keeping you pressed to him as he swung around, dropping you on the closed toilet seat. “Are we really doing this?” You asked him, Stiles dropping to his knees between your legs. His teeth nipped at your bare stomach, inching closer to the black lace you wore.

“Are you against it?” he asked, tugging the top of your panties with his teeth, his eyes rolling up your body to meet yours. “We can stop if you’d prefer. You are still married after all. If this is too fast then we can stop.”

“I’m getting divorced and my husband is staying with the chick he masturbated with,” you hummed at him. “As far as I’m aware, I’m not married. In less than a week, I will no longer be his wife. This is just something from my wildest dreams.”

“Well, if you’re alright, let me show you a good time, baby,” he huskily said, pulling at the panties. Your response was simple: lifting your ass off of the toilet seat to allow him to remove the intruding lace. His nose flared with his deep breaths, your panties left in a pile on his side. The man pushed your legs apart, salivating at the picture perfect sight of your dripping pussy. “My god, it’s beautiful.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that,” you told him, Stiles glancing up at you. “Joe never said those things. Hell, I don’t think he really ever gave me oral. Maybe when we were younger but I think he hated the way it looked.”

“Then he’s crazy,” Stiles grumbled, licking his finger to run it through his folds. He listened to you moan quietly, grinning to himself. “Because this is delectable. Who wouldn’t love this?”

“My ex-husband.”

“That’s why he’s your ex now,” Stiles hummed, leaning forward to run his tongue through your folds in place of his finger. Your eyes shut, head falling back at the sensational feeling of his tongue lapping at your core, the tip prodding at your entrance. You moans filled the bathroom, his fingers reaching forward to tangle in his tousled hair.

His tongue, after sliding through your folds a few times, found home in your core, swirling it in circles to gather every drop of arousal you were releasing. He was surprisingly deep with just his tongue, the man having the ability to hit spots you didn’t know felt good until now. “Holy shit,” you would moan at him, following any words released with his name.

He groaned in response to anything you uttered, his tongue speeding up against you. The faint slurp of his tongue and lips smothering your core was loud, the feeling just as intense. His eyes were focused up at your face as he assaulted you with the wet article in his mouth, watching your face contort into different pleasurable looks. Your fingers would tug at his hair, pulling him into you more as if to encourage him to go faster.

He pulled away from you for a brief second only to replace his missing tongue with two fingers immediately afterwards. The two fingers automatically curled directly into your g-spot, a near scream ripped from inside you. Your free hand gripped at the toilet, your legs wrapping around his back. The heels were digging into his back, but Stiles said nothing about it. He focused on the thrusting of his fingers, his nails scraping at every sensitive inch of your pussy, and his tongue pressing to your clit to flick at the swollen nub. Your mind was blanking quickly the more he thrust into you,,

“Holy shit, Stiles,” you moaned at him, the man not bothering to look at you this time. Your back arched off the back of the toilet, scraping at his scalp with your nails. His tongue continued to flick at your clit, drawing random shapes and letters that happened to spell his name along the way. His fingers spread your core wide whenever he pulled them from inside you, scissoring your entrance when he thrust back in deep to your sweet spot.

You knew you weren’t going to last much longer, the lack of orgasm in years building inside you. Stiles could feel it too, your walls hugging at his fingers the longer he thrust. He ceased licking your clit, his hot breath fanning over it as he spoke. “Cum for me, baby. If it feels good, let go. You deserve it.”

His words made you snap, his fingers coated in waves of juices seconds later, your walls holding him close. Your fingers in his hair tightened, pulling him closer unconsciously. Your body shook as the pleasure of your orgasm washed over you, a loud moan of his name slipping from your lips multiple times. His fingers slowed to ease you through the bliss you were feeling, smiling up at your the entire time.

As he pulled his fingers from your core and licked them clean, you were smiling. He carefully pulled you up from the seat, holding you up on shaky legs. “How was that?” He asked.

“”Probably one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. And definitely the best oral I’ve had,” you admitted to him. Stiles smiled, placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I’m glad you think so. I was afraid I was out of practice,” he joked, finally releasing you when you were steady on your feet. “Let me get washed up and we should head back to the bar. Your friends might start to wonder why we disappeared.”

“Right,” you hummed at him, grabbing your panties from the floor. You heard the water running in the sink, Stiles washing his hands clean of your arousal. You watched him from the corner of your eye as you slid the moist lace onto your body, smoothing out the dress. Stiles eyes were shining in the overhead lights as you watched him, you mouth watering as you eyed his firm body.

Man does he look good. You told yourself. You watched his muscled bulge under his shirt, the black fabric hugging his biceps perfectly. The short sleeves he wore for once allowed you to see the veins that protruded from his arms, running down his forearm to his hands, equally as veiny. His dark jeans hugged his body as well, showing the tent that had formed from his own arousal. Every movement he made caused his shirt to ride up, giving you perfect view of the defined abs he had developed in his FBI training, something he had done before moving home and settling into the town police to be with his family. The six pack was covered by a trail of dark hair that ran straight into his pants, your mind only picturing what it led to. The band of his black boxer briefs poked from the top of his jeans, the familiar ‘Calvin Klein’ logo on the elastic.

You moved closer to him without realizing, Stiles placing a hand to his chest in shock when he turned to face you. “You scared the shit out of me,” he groaned. “What’s up, babe?”

“I want to return the favor,” you told him, fumbling with his belt once more, succeeded this time in unhooking the metal latch.

“Oh, Y/N. You don’t have to do that,” he tried to tell you, the crack in his voice deceiving him. He tried to back away, but his back hit the porcelain sink instead. You stepped in time with him, popping the button on his jeans and lowering the zipper. “Really, babe, you don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to,” you whispered, carefully dropping to your knees this time. You tugged his pants down, his boxer briefs stuck to the denim. His erection sprung free from its confines, almost smacking you in the face with how big and hard it was. Your jaw went slack at the sheer size of him, the length twitching in the open air. The tip was swollen and red, dribbles of precum seeping from the slit. Dark, curly hairs surrounded the base. “Holy… How is this possible?”

“How is what possible?” He asked.

“You’re so… huge. I’ve never seen something so big,” you rasped. Thinking aloud, you even told him, “I think you’re more than twice the size of Joe.”

“So you’ve never had good sex?” he quipped. “Never had a guy properly please you?”

“I’m starting to doubt my entire marriage,” you joked. You wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly a few times. Stiles let out a throaty groan, gripping at the sink to keep himself upright. More precum seeped from the tip as your stroked him casually, your mouth watering at the sight. “Seriously doubting everything.”

“I think you’re going to make me doubt mine too,” Stiles grumbled. Your tongue ran over his tip, savoring the taste of him. The man above you let out a throaty moan, eyes growing hazy. “Abi was amazing but fuck. This is fantastic.”

You hummed quietly, wrapping your lips around him completely. Stiles let out a louder groan, moving his hand to thread his fingers through your hair. He watched you stroke his shaft, relishing in the feeling of your tongue swirling around head of his cock. Your hollowed cheeks made the feeling tight, your sucking powerful around him. His precum dripped onto your tongue, the taste giving you a subtle umami flavor.

With a single tug of your hair, you mouth bobbed along his length in unison with your hand, strong every inch of him in perfect rhythm. Your tongue swirled around his shaft, running along the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. Whenever you touched the vein, Stiles would moan loudly, his shaft twitching against your cheeks. Your hold around him tightened, drawing out every drop of precum you could.

“Fuck, this is the best blow job I’ve ever had,” Stiles gasped, following his words with a breathy moan of your name. He felt your lips curl up around know, knowing you were smiling at his confession. “Keep going baby.”

Your hand released his shaft, both arms wrapping around his form to grab ahold of his plump ass. Your nails dug into his skin, your head bobbing faster than before. The tip of his cock pressed into the back of your throat, an occasional gag released from you. Your nose buried into the dark hairs around the base, lovingly sucking at the entirety of his cock. His jaw tightened, lips puckering in his chase for his release.

“Keep going, baby. I’m so close,” he panted, the knot inside of him tightening, threatening to unravel any second. Your bobs sped up, sucking strengthening, tongue running over every inch of his shaft. His chest heaved for air. You knew he was closing in on his orgasm and you were ready to swallow every drop the man had inside him.

Until his phone started ringing.

Your bobs slowed to a stop, pulling away from his cock with a single string of saliva hanging from the tip. Stiles let out a frustrated groan, running his hands against his face and through his hair. “Seriously? A guy can’t get a blow job from a beautiful girl without being interrupted?”

You dug into his pocket on the floor, pulling out his phone. “It’s Melissa?” you stated questionably.

“What?’ he spoke up quickly. He grabbed the phone from your hand, swiping the green button and pressing the device to his ear. “Hey Melissa. Is everything ok?” It went silent as he listened to whoever was on the other line, his teeth gnawing on his lip. “Really? The one night I try to get away and he doesn’t want to sleep?” Silence again. “It’s fine. It’s not your fault. I will be there as soon as I can. Try another bottle and give him his Yoda and he might stop crying.” One last gap of silence. “I know. I love you too. Thanks, Melissa.”

He hung up the phone, groaning as he helped you up. “Stepmom?” you asked.

“Yeah. Apparently Ben is being fussy tonight since I’m not there. He’s never had issues going to sleep for Melissa before but he’s having one of those nights,” he said, fixing his pants. His frown was evident, his eyes sorrowful. “I’m sorry to cut this short.”

“It’s fine, Stiles,” you told him. “I know how it is when your baby calls. Benny needs you right now. Go to him.”

“Are you sure?” Stiles asked. You giggled at his concern, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course,” you confirmed. You helped fix his hair and his clothes, pressing yourself into his chest lightly. “Maybe, we can pick this up sometime.”

“I’d like that,” he said, cracking a smile. “A lot, actually. This was the best night I’ve had in awhile.” He cupped your face in his large hand, placing a lingering kiss to your lips. “Thank you for a great night, babe. I’ll text you.”

“Yeah,” you hummed, watching him slip out the door. You glanced in the mirror, fixing yourself before following after him, the man already gone from the bar. The smile on your face was evident regardless.

You made your way to Lau and Camile, the two girls sipping on some water. Camile eyes lit up, wrapping her arms around you once you sat down. “We want all of the details. And don’t even try to tell us nothing happened.”

“We saw the kiss,” Lau hummed. “We say the hand on your thigh that went to your ass. And we saw you guys sneak off.”

“Then ironically he leaves two minutes ago right before you came from that same direction.”

“You both screamed sex.”

“Spill,” both girls said in unison.

“We didn’t have sex,” you told them. The girls’ faces fell. “But I can’t say he’s bad at oral considering I just had the best orgasm in my life.” The two girls blinked before squealing, wrapping their arms around you in a tight hug.

This man is truly amazing. Where has he been all my life?

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