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persicipen · 4 months ago

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sweltering summer ノ dr. ratio

ৎ୭ — · · 2.5k ノ fem reader — antiquity au ノ spending a hot day inside the house ノ established relationship but also lowkey unspecified what kind of relationship lol ノ flirting while eating fruits ノlots of kissing and making out . bit of dry humping on the floor ノ lowkey soft veritas . nipple teasing . cumming inside ノ just slightly proofread, forgive me for any mistakes

₊ ˙ ⊹ . little dictionary — atrium . a courtyard with an open roof in the middle of the villa ノ impluvium . a shallow pool below the open roof (compluvium) that collects and filters rainwater, cooling the room during hot weather

A hot day it was, scorching sun high up in the skies casting a pale alabaster heat on stone villas and plants spreading their leaves wide to absorb every beam. The good thing that the roof kept the atrium mostly in shadows until late afternoon where the star gaze upon the courtyard at the perfect angle — but now all it does is turn the shallow pool into a vase full of diamonds, small waves sparkling and shimmering in white glitter each time you kick your feet gently against the liquid surface.

“Mmm… This way it’s bearable. The day, I mean,” you hum, lost in thoughts of how awful it would be now to stand in the middle of the agora. Instead, you’re lazing around his villa, snacking on his fruits and enjoying his company.

“Only an idiot would go out when the sun is in its zenith. Actually, there are not many sane people out there. Regardless, do you plan to squander the rest of the day on meaningless rumination?” Veritas asks, quirking a brow and piercing you with an intense look from the other side of the atrium, open space merging with this study. He doesn’t sit next to you, but his gaze feels closer than the distance between you two suggests.

You are almost naked — barely a piece of cloth draped over your intimate parts — on the warm stone bench, skin gleaming from the cream, on display like an offering for his eyes. You don’t touch each other and yet, you do.

Your shoulders sag slightly when you hear him call you out on your foolishness; the corners of your mouth pull upwards as you look at him, staring through half-lidded eyes at his beauty like he is another sun and you may go blind.

“Don’t be mean! Not everyone has the energy to make a scientific discovery when breathing alone takes away any motivation!” you whine at him with mouth full of cold grapes, which results in him rolling his eyes at you.

Alas, he’s also standing up and stepping closer.

You watch him take a piece of the peeled orange, only to eat it in front of you. And that would have been enough for your eyes to follow his lips, as well as for your heart to speed up, but Veritas takes it a step further and slowly wipes away the juice dripping down his chin with his thumb, before bringing it to his mouth and licking it off. Your brain immediately screams at you for being so obvious, stupidly fascinated by the man as you stare at his wet thumb, then at his tongue and lastly at his beautiful lips.

At this point, you have already forgotten what you were saying before he interrupted you.

“You might not possess any desire to concoct hypotheses, nor do you long for scientific development, but seem to be perfectly capable of thinking lustful of me.”

This makes you drop the bunch of grapes you had been about to eat and splutter in denial, scrambling to collect them off the floor. They’re dusty now, so you try to clean the residue in water. It doesn’t work as well as you wish it did, but once again, you fail to realise Veritas staring at you.

He waits patiently for you to finish cleaning up after yourself, sitting next to you. Clearly amused at your display of nervousness, his palm travelling along your spine and pulling the cloth just an inch to the side to let it slide on its own from your body. You look at him wide-eyed, at the small smirk on his lips and the intensity of his eyes; it takes you a moment to comprehend what is happening.

He pats his thigh and you sit there on the mosaics, biting your lower lip and pretending not to want to wrap your legs around his waist and nibble on his neck. But he can see through you.

He always does.

“I can spare you some time. Don’t waste it, indulge yourself. Come here,” he orders and you do so immediately, nearly dropping the grapes again in your haste to obey.

The cloth uncovers your entire chest by the time you straddle his lap and he sighs contentedly at your nakedness, stroking your sides from ribcage to your breasts, weighing your tits before he leans forward, taking it into his mouth and biting down slightly, making you yelp.

You circle your arms around his shoulders, pull him closer to you and press your lips against his neck, murmuring his name, all while he moves his hands to your ass, grabbing on the soft flesh and pulling your pelvis closer to his own.

It makes you want to bite down on the ivory skin on his shoulder, but instead, you mutter out, “this won’t help us cool down…”

And he replies, “as if I’m going to believe you won’t pout at me if we stop now. Would you really like to part with me?” as he says it, his thumbs swipe like feathers up your buds, eating a shudder consuming your entire silhouette.

He looks down to see your nipples harden, before you embrace him tighter and place a sloppy peck on his cheek, arms hugging him from behind, fingertips pressing into his back to have an excuse to make him not stare. You can feel his smirk against your neck.

This time he lets you lead, fingers threading through his hair as you make out with him in the empty atrium. He sits perfectly still beneath you, athletic legs spreading your own apart even more until there is no room for doubts that he likes what you do to him — your folds sliding along the hot length of his cock. His tongue runs over yours when you slip it inside his mouth, exploring him like you did not already do that once, and twice, and countless times.

You remember when he showed you how to kiss properly and gave you instructions on how to make him pleased. You were innocent then, shy as he made you take off your tunic and examine his naked form. Now, you yearn for his body as he does for yours, trembling in anticipation when he uncovers his perfect skin.

He used to teach you all sorts of things, but they all led to this very moment when he lets you ride him in his own house, feeding you his fruits and welcoming you anytime you wish to busy his precious time.

Your arms lock behind his neck, pulling him even closer, fingers entangled in his long hair as you continue making out. He takes a hold of your hips and stills you, rubbing his thumbs into the soft flesh before letting go, sliding down your ass to rest on your thighs.

He likes this, the feeling of your hands in his hair, your fingers playing with his long tresses, taking the strands between your digits and making them dance and wave like silk. He enjoys it more than you do.

And when you hear his exhale, it sends shivers up your spine — a moan right into your mouth as you both enjoy the other. You notice the tip of his tongue peeking out of his lips and you capture it with your own, closing your mouth around it and sucking gently. His nails dig into your flesh when you do this, sharp and unannounced, but definitely not unwanted.

“Already?” he whispers with a tint of mockery in his voice, feeling your shaky fist sneaking between your bodies to find his cock. Your finger brushes against the wet slit at the head, stroking him teasingly, just like he showed you before. But it’s obvious by now that you’re one mewl away from pouncing at him, trying to fit his entire girth inside.

However, Veritas has a little more self-control than you do and when he senses your impatience, he places his hand on top of yours and stops your ministrations. Then he leans in and pecks your lips before guiding your palm away from his hard length, placing it back on his chest.

You sigh against his lips, clearly disappointed.

“I know well that you want it just as much as I do…”

“Perhaps.”

“Then…? Please?”

He tilts his head to the side and takes in the sight of your naked form, bare for his eyes to drink you in and make you feel exposed, vulnerable. Then he glances down, lets his gaze trail from your face to your chest, takes in the view of your nipples — peaked and glistening from his saliva — before lowering it even more and shamelessly staring at your cunt.

You gasp quietly at his intense stare, feeling yourself drip when he parts your lower lips with two fingers and, with a subtle roll of his hips, let the glossy cockhead greet the revealed clit. It is merely a moment, yet you could see how good it would feel if he were to slide in.

But he doesn’t do that.

He leaves you there on the edge, all bothered and horny, covered in your own slick.

His tongue slides along his lower lip as he reaches down to squeeze himself in hand, smearing your wetness all over the shaft, coating it in your nectar.

The sigh he lets out is enough to make your legs weak and for you to press yourself against him, bare skin sticking together with sweat — the sweetest kind.

“Use your words.”

You huff in frustration at that, shamelessly rutting against him, desperate to have him inside. Your own juices flow freely down your thighs as you pant into his ear, incoherent pleads leaving your mouth before you finally manage to form a sentence.

“Inside… Please, let’s just continue. I want you in me…” you whisper against his lips and he sighs, lifting you up like you weigh nothing and slipping inside. Your body gives in easily, swallowing him to the hilt with a sweet moan that he kisses out of you.

“Happy now?” he asks and you nod. It is quite indescribable.

“Happy. Happy with you.”

His smile is genuine and your eyes flutter closed when he moves your hips up and down, thrusting into you slowly at the same time. It sends a wave of pleasure through your entire body and your soft pussy pulses, drooling arousal around his shaft until it’s too easy to glide deep enough to meet your womb.

The afternoon heat makes the entire scene feel like a dream.

It is too hot to move, but the water soaks into your skin, cooling you down. His fingers squeeze your asscheeks, spreading them apart, leaving them covered in goosebumps. You moan his name loudly when he leans in to smooch your nipple and then suck on it gently, all while moving you against his pelvis, putting more force into every thrust as he rolls his hips, burying himself inside you.

Veritas shudders with every small noise that leaves your lips, his eyelids heavy as he watches you — face twisted in pleasure, head thrown back and hands grasping at his shoulders for support. He places his palm over your stomach, pressing down to force you to tighten, feeling your muscles throb with life inside you.

When he bucks up into you, a lewd wet sound fills the air, making your cunt contract around his cock.

The soft click of his tongue between teeth is enough to let you know he likes it. You try to look at him through hazy eyes, but you don’t last long before your lids close once again and you surrender yourself to his ministrations.

Then he smiles against your lips, teasing you by pulling away just when you lean in for a kiss.

You squeeze your thighs together as much as possible to hold him inside, but he only needs to pry your legs apart to continue the pleasurable dance. There is a faint sound of water dripping from the aqueduct outside his atrium and it echoes against the walls.

You try to grind your hips down to meet his thrusts, but he only moves slower, murmuring into your ear that you will not like it if you overdo it. It feels almost overwhelming at this point. You let out a groan when he cups your tit, presses it up, rubs his thumb against the stiff nipple and leans down to nip on it again, tracing around the areola before gently nibbling on the bud, feeling your pussy contract every time he bites.

His other hand slides up your spine, between your shoulder blades and then up your neck, tangling in your hair. You can barely stay up at this point, with his girth inside you, keeping you full and his teeth biting into your skin — if it weren’t for him holding you close to his body, you would collapse onto the floor, spent.

There is no time for teasing as he thrusts into you again, harder than before, almost lifting you up. When he starts moving your hips for you, you can only moan, clinging to him, fingers clutching at his hair.

He fucks you like this for a moment, feeling your cunt pulse around him, slick dripping from you with every push of his length inside you. It makes a mess on his thighs, leaking down onto the floor, and you beg him to come soon before you give in to the pleasure rush yourself.

It does not take long for him to lean back, support himself with one arm against the mosaic floor and hold your hips still as he buries himself deep into you. His breathing is shaky and laboured, making you worry he might lie down or lose balance, but then he sits up, embraces you tightly and buries his face in the crook of your neck, trying to calm down.

Warmth coming from within, his cum filling you up, a scorching heat of desire that could only rival the temperature outside. You feel him throb with every drop that spills out, in tandem grinding your clit closer to his skin and prolonging your own orgasm. The entire experience makes you whimper his name softly and press closer to him, your breasts squished to his chest. He feels you hug him, hear you sniffling quietly as you shudder with every wave of pleasure passing through your body, rubbing your cheek against his shoulder and crying out when it gets too much.

Veritas doesn’t want to part from you just yet.

So he stays inside you, chest rising and falling with heavy breathing, lips leaving soft kisses on your shoulder. He picks up a grape, feeds it to you, listens to you chewing on it and chuckle as you frown, clearly confused at the gift to bite on but happy with the ripe taste. You look up at him and ask if he is finally satisfied.

And he responds, “with you? Yes.”

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moechies · 1 month ago

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haii yvvie.... do u have any thoughts on kenma-nii..... he's been on my mind loads & i hope ull match my freak >__<

louise hi doll! i didn’t even recognize you !! your new theme is to die for… ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

mmm i definitely think kenma nii needs you on his dick 24/7!! unfortunately you have to be mounted on his dick all night especially when he’s planning to stay up late and stream for his viewers — he’ll just prop you up on his lap and shove his wet cock inside. he says it’s for motivation, and after a long day of work he needs a little consistency to keep him awake — so be a doll and be good for your nii-nii okay?

i think it was completely unnatural — how you got into this position. kenma-nii is just such an awful, obvious pervert that you can’t help but reciprocate his disgusting antics. and no, he doesn’t purposefully leave tracks of his doings to send a hint — rather it’s the opposite! how does he get caught everytime?

kenma-nii started off with a simple habit — stealing your dirtied panties. he was so anxious of getting caught, so anxious that you’ll find out there’s a little slip of paper in his shaky writing of what he planned to do before, during, and after he did the perverted deed. the little list consisted of :

• take from hamper

• wash

• fold and return

and everything had been going according to plan, his shaky hands peeling at the soddened fabric off of his sensitive cock after a satisfying wank but he falls asleep! falls asleep with your literal panties in his fist, and you come back home with intentions to greet him when you see your pastel panty clenched in your nii-nii’s fist. in a short panic you turn your head, met with the little list he had prepared in advance.

from then on, guiltily it had been the only thing on your mind. breaking plates and tripping whenever you’re lost in a cloud of thoughts, and you earn a scoff and roll of an eye from your older brother when you do.

you’re walking back to your room in a shame after you’ve had kenma-nii help you to clean up the broken ceramic when you spot the dirty pair of briefs on top of all of your two’s shared laundry hamper— almost flaunting at you the way it’s laid perfectly atop of the basket. your movement stutters, blood rushing through your body with a hot flash when you quickly divert your direction, snatching the fabric in your fists before racing back to your bedroom without a second thought.

and it’s all surreal — everything leading up to this moment as your nii-nii speaks all sultry into the fluffy microphone, legs spread out wide with your body plaint to his. his fat cock lodged into your swollen pussy as you mewl into his shoulder. he’s telling you to quiet down, telling you you’re lucky he’s only streaming his voice tonight or else you wouldn’t be so lucky as to hug your nii-nii while warming him tonight.

your eyes are tear-ridden, nervously biting down into your lower lip and holding back as best as you can to prevent yourself from cumming on his thick cock. you press your lips to his instead in hopes to distract yourself, moaning softly into his mouth and he reciprocates — kissing back gently and allowing you to suckle on his tongue.

“times almost up. be good for nii-nii and wait it out.” he whispers into your panting mouth, earning a whine.

“h-hurry please . . can’t hold it anymore kenma-nii.” you whimper, nuzzling yourself back into the crook of his neck. he chuckles softly, the chat of his stream growing suspicious of the unusual silence.

♡ : what’s with the silence ??? you’re usually so talkative kenma

✧ : r u feeling ok kenma? :(

☆ : hahaha, maybe he has to tend to his gf

★ : that can’t be :( kenma is all mine !!!

“you know what . . sorry stream, i’ve gotta stop the stream a bit early today. my sister’s sick, and needs me to run some errands.” he lies, eyes lidded with a grin when your gaze shoots up to him.

☆ : what!! no way, he definitely has a girlfriend!!

✧ : already? nooo kenma!

໑ৎ ׁ: we hope your sister feels better soon... but we don't hate her any less for taking away our precious time with you </33 just kidding!!

"oh yeah, she'll feel better soon alright." kenma grunts when you dig your nails into his skin in a worry — it's hilarious to him. he gives his audience a soft letting-down, giving them his farewells before ending his stream.

he bounces you on his lap once he's diverted his attention from the screen, making you squeak at the sudden thrust of his hips.

"you happy?" he grins,

"yes." you purr into his cheek, lifting your hips before dropping them softly against his pelvis — plump ass grinding down gently. you both moan softly, simultaneously but he stops you softly with a grip to your hips.

"so des-desperate 'mouto." he chuckles. "i'll take care of you now, okay? don't worry."

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babygorewhore · 5 months ago

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Can’t stop thinking about…being JJ’s Maybanks older sister being fucked by Older! Rafe. Word count like 600. Oral! Fem recieving! Pussy slapping! Degrading and praise! Unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx

Being JJ’s older sister also came with a reputation. You were a cheerleader in high school. Known for your slightly intimidating demeanor and sultry personality. You often stood up for your younger brother, especially from your shit father. Even taking a few hits. But now, being in college, you didn’t have time to worry about JJ, who was traveling the world with his friends.

You were now focused on your drink, a drink Rafe Cameron had poured for you. He was almost ten years older than you, a successful businessman and sexy bachelor. You craved him the moment you saw him shopping last week, wearing your skin tight clothes that accentuated your curves and tits. Rafe didn’t resist your temptation, leaned into your seductive words and eyes. That brought you to tonight. Lounging in his bedroom with your matching bra and panties. Your mouth savored the last drop of wine as Rafe watched you. His blue stare burning through you.

“Lay down,” He says, his raspy voice demanding and you quickly listen. Rafe kneels over you, big hands trailing your bare torso and grips your hips.

“Fuck, Angel. Keep giving me those eyes and I’m gonna explode. But I’m gonna taste that perfect cunt of yours.” He promises and peels off your underwear.

You shiver, your nipples hardening as he kisses down your chest, stomach and finally hovers above your cunt as it leaks onto the sheets. Rafe’s tongue focuses on your clit when he presses his face against you, fingers pushing through your entrance as he moans. “Fuck, you taste so sweet, princess. Mmm, needed my girl.”

You whine and pant as he sucks the bud into his mouth, making you writhe on his face as he groans. “Could just cum from this. Been wanting to do this for hours. Need me to take care of you? Make you forget all those bad memories?”

You nod and grunt as he leans back and slaps your cunt. Shocking you at first before he slaps it again, his soaked fingers swirling your clit as you’re pushed over the edge.

“Aww, is that all you need? My girl just needing her pussy slapped? That’s so fuckin sexy, baby girl. You needed a real man to fuck you. Someone who knows how to take care of a pretty girl.” Rafe smirks and then pulls down his pants. Boxers fall to the side of the bed as he pumps his thick dick a few times, leaking tip twitching before he shoves it in. “Ah, fuck. You needed this didn’t you? Needed me to stuff you full?”

“Mhm,” you cry out and grip his shoulders as he pounds into you. “Fuck, baby. I want you to cum in me, make me yours. Please, I’m begging.”

“Fuckin dirty slut, huh? Need me to breed your desperate pussy? Don’t worry, nothing is gonna go to waste.” Rafe promises and thrusts deeper, reaching the most sensitive parts.

Your head throws back as your climax sends you over the edge and you exhale sharply when he flips you on your hands and knees. Rafe slaps your ass and wraps his arm around your neck.

“Such a filthy little whore for me, aren’t you? No one else is gonna fuck you like me. Make you cum like me. You are mine, now fucking say it.” He growls in your ear and you obediently repeat his words. “Good girl, making me so proud.”

All your life you went without an older man and now, you were being fucked by the Outer banks most desired one.

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pucksandpower · 1 year ago

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I just read No Nut November (absolutely fantastic btw I loved it) and I was so ready during the seduction moment for y/n to use Lando to get off and then deny him anything further "because you don't want to lose your bet" 😂😂

I love you so much for sharing this amazing idea with me (and I couldn’t resist writing an alternate version of that scene based on it)

Original fic: No Nut November

warning: 18+ content

Lando kicks the bedroom door shut behind you as his lips meet yours again hungrily. All thoughts of No Nut November are clearly out the window now.

Your hands fumble urgently with the hem of his shirt, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug it over his head. He returns the favor, peeling off your top and bra in one smooth motion.

Skin pressing against skin, you both groan at the contact you’ve been craving. Lando’s hands grip your hips, steering you toward the bed until the back of your legs hit the mattress. You let yourself fall backward, pulling him down on top of you.

Your lips find each other again as your hands explore eagerly. Lando kisses down your jaw to your neck, nipping and sucking in a way that makes you squirm against him.

“God I’ve missed this,” you breathe out as his fingers trail over your breast.

He hums in agreement, his touch lighting sparks across your skin. Your back arches off the bed as his mouth closes over your nipple.

Tangling your hands in his hair, you guide him lower, gasping when his lips reach the waistband of your leggings. He looks up at you questioningly and you nod eagerly.

In one smooth motion he tugs them off, followed swiftly by your underwear. You’re completely bare before him now and trembling in anticipation.

Lando’s eyes drink you in hungrily. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he growls before diving in.

You cry out as his tongue finds your clit, gripping the sheets tightly. He works you expertly, ramping up the pressure until you are writhing and moaning. Your orgasm builds fast and hard, his name tumbling from your lips.

“Yes, yes Lando! Don’t stop!” You pant out. Your climax crashes over you powerfully, stars bursting behind your eyelids.

Lando works you through it gently before moving back up to kiss you deeply. You can taste yourself on his lips and it makes you impossibly more turned on.

As you come down from your high, you move back down his body with a wicked gleam in your eye. His briefs are obscenely tented now and you stroke him firmly over the cotton, making him groan loudly.

Breaking the kiss, you flip him onto his back. “Your turn now,” you purr, kissing a trail down his chest.

Lando groans, tangling a hand in your hair. “God yes, please ...” He’s rock hard and straining against the fabric keeping him restricted.

Hooking your fingers in his waistband, you free his erection, licking your lips at the sight. “Mmm, look at you all ready for me,” you hum approvingly.

You swirl your tongue around his tip as Lando gasps and clenches the sheets. Taking him into your mouth, you set a fast pace, sucking hard.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” Lando chokes out, completely unravelling under your ministrations. You feel a surge of power knowing you have him right where you want him.

Hollowing your cheeks, you drive him right to the edge, his thighs trembling. Then suddenly you release him with a pop and move away.

Lando’s eyes fly open. “W-what ... why are you stopping?” He protests breathlessly.

You give him an innocent look. “Oh, did you want to come, darling?” You ask sweetly.

He gapes at you. “You little minx, you know I was so close!”

You grin slyly. “Guess you’ll just have to wait until next month then.” You move back up to kiss him deeply, rocking your core torturously against his painfully hard length.

Lando groans into your mouth, his hands clutching at you desperately. When you break away, he looks utterly wrecked.

“Now go take a cold shower before you lose your little bet,” you pat his chest mockingly and climb off the bed, sashaying your hips on the way out.

You hear Lando let out a string of curses as you leave him high and dry. Chuckling to yourself, you know he’ll be begging you for release again soon enough. But for today, his torment is payback for this silly No Nut November nonsense.

Later when Lando emerges from the shower, you greet him sweetly. “Feeling better, babe?”

He narrows his eyes but can’t keep a resigned smile off his face. “You’re evil, do you know that? Two can play this game though.”

You just laugh and kiss his cheek. “Maybe so. But I do love watching you squirm.” You sneak down a teasing hand to squeeze his ass as you pass by.

Lando catches your wrist, pulling you against him. “Just you wait until December,” he growls into your ear, making you shiver.

As frustrating as this month will be, you can’t deny riling Lando up is fun. Bring on the teasing — you’re quite happy to make him suffer if it means mind-blowing victory sex down the road.

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corvidcrossbow · 6 months ago

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~•♡•~ Intruders

➳ Summary: Getting moments to yourselves is hard when you have pets (Daryl x Fem!Reader)

➳ Setting: Alexandria, anytime during 6 year timeskip or after

➳ Word count: 1.6k

➳ C/W: Half-assed oral (f!receiving) & p in v

➳ A/N: I just wanted regular casual sex smut (I'm lazy) (By lazy I mean I have like 40 drafts but I'm so busy for the next two weeks I'm going crazy) (I had to take a picture of my own damn socks for this ☠️)

Daryl's hands dragged roughly over your clothed waist, you giggling some against his lips then cheek as he hastily stumbled down the hall with you towards your bedroom, kisses moving down to your jawline as his groping descended to your ass.

“God, sunshine… yer so damn sexy,” He mused, shoving open the door and hitting his heel back against it in an attempt to get it to shut, too focused on peeling your shirt away to take note of any success: closely followed by his own. “Make me need ya so bad.”

Just as he pushed you down, landing you on your back with your legs dangling over the edge of the mattress, a brown blur bounded into the room and up onto the bed.

“Nah-, Dog-.. stop tha’!” Daryl grunted, waving his hand while the shepherd was basically stepping all over you, excitedly wagging his tail and mouth hanging open as he tried to lick your face.

“Hey buddyyy,” You purred, bringing hands to both sides of his head and rapidly scratching the fluffy fur beneath his ears, forcing him back a little so he wasn't directly in your space.

“Don’ indulge him. Want ‘em outta ‘ere!”

“You didn't close the door.” You couldn't hide your playful grin as you sat up, ruffling the dog's scruff and laughing as Daryl scoffed, clapping his hands to try and redirect Dog’s focus from you.

“I tried. Now c'mon … Dog, c'mon. Out.” He patted his back a couple times, earning a look and light cocking of his head. The man raised his eyebrows, snapping his fingers and aggressively pointing towards the exit. “Out.”

Dog turned, nearly hitting you in the face with his tail and jumping from the bed, trotting out of the room as Daryl immediately shut the door behind him. He spun back on his heels, undoing his belt as he'd been intending to before and dropping his jeans to pool on the floor.

He loomed over you, finding your lips in another kiss as he worked the button on yours and helped you wriggle out, hoisting you up the bed so your head rested on the pillows. “See? Got fur all over yer tits. Gon’ have'ah hairball lickin’ it all away.”

“I dunno, maybe you'll be a hot dry-heaver, archin’ yer back ‘n all.”

“Shuddup.” He shook his head, pressing a wet kiss to your neck that cut off your taunting giggle by drawing out a moan. His palms smoothed up the curves of your figure, reaching under and undoing the clasp of your bra before tossing it aside.

“M'tha only one who should be all over these like tha,” Daryl murmured, cupping both breasts and smothering his face between them before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and rolling the other between calloused fingertips.

“Mmm, mhm? They all yours Dixon?” You trilled, to which he gave an affirming grunt and sucked a bit harder, sliding a hand down under the hem of your panties and beginning to circle your clit.

As he was starting to set his rhythm, there was an odd scratching at the door and the sound of metal clicking, before it burst open and Dog came running right back into the room, shoving his maw into Daryl's face and driving him back as he tried to pounce on him.

“How tha hell ya-? Dog, stop.”

You were snickering at this point, propping up on your elbows to watch, Daryl leaning up and straddling you as he tried to ward the canine off. “Did you lock the door?”

He bowed his head a little, failing at obscuring his embarrassment with his hair. “Thought I did…. He'sa dog anyway! Shouldn't be openin’ damn doors..”

“He's a smart dog, baby. Don't know whatcha expect from him.”

“I expect him tah not break in ‘ere like ‘es rabid or sum'thin’,” He huffed, slouching for a moment in defeat before grabbing the dog and gently pushing him off the bed, a little harder when he resisted. “Dog. S'aint gon kill ya tah be outta tha room fer thirty minutes.”

“That's cause he knows ‘thirty minutes’ turns into two hours.” Daryl gave you a look, and you traded back an innocent but knowing smile. He begrudgingly swung his leg to have them on one side, sliding off the bed and forcing Dog with him: placing hands on either side of his chest and literally walking him out of the room, once again closing the door, and putting emphasis on the little ‘clink’ when he set the lock.

He let out an exasperated sigh, resuming his position but skipping ahead on his ministrations, having grown impatient. He hooked fingers around the band of your panties, groaning a little at the way you wiggled while he brought them down, flirtatiously biting your lip and covering your breasts.

“Don’ be actin’ like'ah tease.” He parted your legs, hands feeling over your hips and thighs while he lowered his head and drew a slow lick up your center to spread your folds, openly moaning at the taste.

“Fine. Only now cause Dog's been doin’ it for me,” You chuckled, and the archer just narrowed his brows, grasping harder at your flesh as he traced circles around your clit before lapping again and sucking it into his mouth.

“Ya always so fuckin’ wet for me, always gon’ love tha’,” Daryl hummed, tugging you flush against his mouth and delving into your enterace for a quick moment with the thrust of his tongue. Your fingers wove through the roots of his locks, and his eyes flicked up to meet yours. “You gon’ tell me how good it feels tah have me eat'cher perfect pussy?”

You opened to respond, but were interrupted by an obnoxiously loud whimper outside the door, left saying his name for the wrong reason: “Dar…”

“I know, jus’ ignore it,” He said, voice muffled against you, trying to hone both your attentions only on the feeling of his tongue working your core. But the malinois grew noisier, scratching at the hardwood floor and struggling to shove his nose beneath the small gap in the doorframe.

“Daryl.”

He groaned deeply, placing another kiss to your cunt before releasing his hold and unwinding his arms, going to deal with it. “Ts'aint tha kinda whinin’ I wanna be hearin’.”

Turning the handle just slightly to shoo him, Dog barged right back in again, leaped onto the bed again, and just twirled around with a clueless grin to look back at Daryl, confused with how displeased he appeared. He took steps towards the shepherd, hands out, and Dog growled just a little when he moved to rid you of him.

“Ay! Ts'ma woman! Not yers. Get tha hell outta here ‘nd quit buggin’ me,” The man snapped, Dog completely unphased as if the frustration in his tone didn't resonate at all. Daryl gave up and grumbled something under his breath, going to the top drawer of your shared dresser and retrieving a pair of his socks.

He dangled it in the air, the pup immediately locking in on it like he was hypnotized. He barked once, excitedly following as Daryl walked down the hall and threw the bundle down the stairs, which was essentially throwing them into the pits of Hell. Far too many pairs of his socks had met grim fates when Dog would steal them from the laundry, either of you finding him later surrounded by shreds of fabric. But the sacrifice was necessary.

“Lemme have sum damn privacy when Ah'm with yer ma!” He shouted down the steps as that brown flash scurried to descend them. He scoffed again and how simply Dog'd abandoned his efforts, then returned to you, closing the door and locking it once more.

“You finally get him gone?” You taunted as Daryl discarded his boxers and settled over top of you and between your legs once more, silencing your amused remarks as his mouth found yours. You latched your arms around his neck, bringing him close to deepen the kiss as he slicked the tip of his near weeping cock between your folds, edged by all the disturbances.

He waited for a few seconds, like he expected something more, then thrusted into you, head falling to your chest with a pleasure-filled exhale. He maintained the stillness, another beat passing.

“Jus’ go, angel. He's distracted,” You reassured him with a kiss to his hairline, and slowly he pulled back before rocking in again. Daryl kept a steady hand on your hip, the other propping him up by your shoulder as he began to relax, garnering speed and listening to every filthy noise your bodies made when you connected, his grunts reverberating against your collarbone.

“That's the kinda gruntin’ I wanna be hearin’.” Daryl chucked at your comment, palm leaving your curve so the pad of his thumb could press against your clit, massaging it in pace with his movements and drawing out a whine from you.

He threw his head back to clear the strands of hair from his face, looking down to watch you for a moment; watch himself disappear in and out of your walls then came near again. “Shit, ya feel so fuckin’ good…”

But then another something hopped onto the opposite side of the bed, much lighter and more sophisticated. Door was still shut, still locked.

“Sweetheart… you forgot the cat.”

Daryl didn't even glance back, rolling his eyes and muttering another curse. “Ion even care anymore.” And he just found you in another kiss.

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honeyedmiller · 19 days ago

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A Burning Desire part five

firefighter!joel miller x f!reader

series masterlist | main masterlist

rating: 18+, minors dni

warnings: joel miller au, explicit content (smut– unprotected piv, oral [m & f receiving], fingering), lots and lots of (unsaid) feelings, angst (had to do it to ‘em one time [for the plot]), no use of y/n.

word count: 9.1k

synopsis: after spending an incredible weekend with joel, you finally realize how you truly feel about him—but with those feelings comes an ever-dreaded skepticism, which has you teetering on the edge of telling him or not.

There’s something about waking up in the arms of someone you really like.

And then there’s something about waking up in the arms of someone you love.

It’s a warm feeling; something that’s nearly indescribable as the butterflies rumble deep in your belly. It feels like silent devotion, being wrapped in strong arms with a warm chest pressed tightly against your bare back.

You didn’t think you’d ever get to experience this feeling again—but this time, certainty wraps securely around your heart and you feel so safe. You feel at ease. You feel like this is where you’re meant to be.

And hell, it really is. You’re finally letting your walls crumble, torn down brick-by-brick by the very man whose heart beats steadily against your back.

You’re in love with Joel Miller.

Your gaze flicks to the digital clock on your nightstand. It was early, but you were buzzing with too much anticipation and need to even think about going back to sleep. Ever so slowly, you rotate your body in his arms so you’re face-to-face with the beautiful man, trying your best not to wake him from his deep slumber. You admire his features like this; he’s so relaxed and at peace. The usual crease between his brows when he’s deep in thought or being stern about something is nearly nonexistent. You lean your head up and kiss him softly in that area, moving to the crook of his nose next.

His eyes twitch in the slightest, but besides that he’s like a log next to you, so you continue the featherlight assault of your lips on his warm skin: his cheek, the corner of his mouth, his forehead, and finally, his lips.

His body slowly wakes before his mind does, and you can feel his hard-on against your thigh. You softly giggle to yourself and admire that he’s so receptive to your touch and kisses even while he’s still nearly fully asleep.

You wanted nothing more than to wake him with your mouth taking his cock, but you haven’t crossed that threshold yet, nor has it been discussed between the two of you. So, you opt for continuously kissing his bare skin, moving down to his sturdy chest that’s dusted with a patch of hair.

He groans softly, body twitching now as he slowly peels his eyes open. You rest your chin on his sternum as his beautiful brown eyes land on you, taking in the sight before him.

“Good morning, cowboy,” you say, tracing light patterns on his pec with the tip of your index finger.

“Mmm,” he hums, “Mornin’ sweetheart. What time is it?”

He rubs his palms into his eyes, trying his hardest to fully wake himself up.

“Eight. Breakfast with the newlyweds is at ten,” you explain, grateful in this moment that your sister loves to sleep in when she can.

“Good. Means we can stay in bed a little longer,” he muses sleepily, head lolling back onto the plush pillows.

“Mmmhmmmm,” you exaggerate your hum, still tracing patterns on his chest.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, a smirk forming on his lips as if he can already sense what you want to do.

“Also gives me more time to love on you,” he says, tilting your chin up so your lips can meet his.

You gaze at him longingly, pressing another kiss to his chest—right over the strong beat of his heart.

“It’s my turn to love on you, cowboy,” you say. You don’t offer an explanation, but you begin to trail featherlight kisses down his chest and torso, moving your body down the mattress. You stop just above his navel, looking up at him with a daring glint in your eye.

He reaches down to cradle your cheek in his palm, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your skin lovingly.

“You don’t have to, baby,” his voice is soft, but with the way his cock looks right now—all veiny and hard with pre come leaking from the tip—you were nearly salivating. You wanted to ravish this man head-to-toe, starting with this.

“But I want to,” you simply say, shuffling down a little further. Joel deserves to feel the same pleasure he laid upon you just hours prior.

Something of a soft groan escapes his throat, and that only makes this carnal need, a desire in you, that much stronger to please him.

You gently grab his pulsing, silky flesh before giving it a couple of strokes. A sigh evades Joel’s lips, brows threading together before tossing his arm over his eyes, breathing becoming ragged.

You lean forward now, swirling your tongue around the tip before sucking on it gently. Joel inhales sharply, obviously trying to keep himself in control, but this is a battle you both know he wouldn’t win.

Your mouth is so soft and warm as you work around him, taking him in deeper. You keep a steady pace with the hand that’s stroking the rest of him that isn’t in your mouth, and you can’t help but lick the full underside of his cock.

“Holy shit, baby—” Joel breathily moans, and you decide to take things a step further by dragging your tongue down even further, paying special attention to his balls. Joel’s body jolts at the sensation, and the most guttural growl evades his chest and reverberates off of the hotel room walls.

You might be enjoying this too much as you lap him up, stroking his cock in tandem with the movements of your tongue. You finally let up on him, moving your mouth back to the heavy, silky flesh that pulsates in the palm of your hand.

You kiss his tip one more time before taking him as far down as you can, swallowing around him. You set a final steady pace then, bobbing your head up and down on him while using your hand once more to stroke what your mouth can’t reach.

You can’t help but close your eyes in bliss and relish every pass you make, knowing you get to be the one to make him feel good. You get to see him like this—bed head, stuttered breath, naked body, quivering under your touch and sweet mouth. It really couldn’t get any better than this, you think.

And you realize, you really are in love with this man. Every single inch of him, inside and out. A warm feeling wraps around your heart and squeezes, butterflies rumbling in your tummy for the millionth time. There really is no man like him, and you often think to yourself how lucky you are that he accepted your advances at the coffee shop.

“Fuck, darlin’, right there, right there,” he’s panting now, and you can’t help but open your eyes and enjoy the way the sun shines on his chest. His skin is coated with a sheen of sweat, making him glisten in such an ethereal way. Even the top of his brow is perspiring, despite the temperature in the room to be fairly chilly. One of your hands lands gently onto his thigh, lightly scratching his hot skin with your nails.

A groan rumbles from his chest once again, and it makes the pulsing between your legs ten times worse. You moan around him, dragging your hand that’s on his thigh down until it’s between your legs, fingers collecting your own slick before you begin to gently rub your clit.

You gasp at the sensation, not expecting to be nearly as sensitive as you are, and Joel’s head snaps up when he hears how wet you are. You don’t relent on him, though. You take him deeper into your mouth, trying your best to swallow around him as your other free hand massages his balls.

“Wh-What are you doin’?” His voice is desperate, strained and gravelly, and he can barely keep his eyes open at this point. He’s a mess in the most delicious way possible, and you hum around him, pleased with what you see.

Your hand is doing a half-assed job as trying to pleasure your own self. You know damn well Joel’s mouth or fingers would please you ten times more—hell, especially his cock. He proved that to you last night, and he had plans in mind to do it once again.

Joel’s body goes rigid and your hand leaves its position between your thighs, and you place it back on his own. He doesn’t hesitate to grab your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours while he’s frantically mumbling under his breath, clearly desperate for release.

You don’t break eye contact with him now as you only move your mouth to his tip, swirling your tongue deviously slow around him. Joel twitches and it’s like his body can’t help it—he comes on the spot. No warning or anything, but you take everything that he gives you onto your tongue graciously before swallowing.

You let up on him, giving his tip one more kiss. His body shivers at the sensation, and you continue to kiss his thighs, up to his torso, chest, neck, and cheek.

He’s still trying to steady his breathing while he grips your thighs so you’re straddling him, and it takes everything in you not to drag your needy, dripping cunt onto his length. You want to moan just at the thought of it, but you’re holding on to the last bit of self control you have, which really isn’t much.

“Hi,” you say, and you can’t help but smirk down at him.

“Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth, sweetheart,” Joel’s heart rate is slowly steadying itself, but the sight of you on top of him like this isn’t helping much.

You think the poor man might need to get his blood pressure checked soon.

“Well, now you know,” you shrug, and he can’t help but chuckle and roll his eyes. His gaze settles on your face, and his hand moves up to cradle your cheek. You nestle your cheek into the warm touch of his palm and watch him watching you, eyes heady.

Your body is still buzzing with arousal, but you really didn’t want to ruin this moment with Joel. It seems as though he had other plans when his hand starts to trail down your body—the side of your neck, featherlight brushes over your collarbone, down your sternum, and your torso.

He stops short above your pulsing clit. He can physically see your arousal coating the inside of your thighs and feel your body trembling in the slightest.

“Oh, my poor baby,” he coos, “Now she’s all wet n’ needy for me, hm?”

You don’t say anything. You watch him steadily, and your heart was beating so fucking hard in both places that you wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel it.

His fingertips graze through the wiry hairs above where you need him most, and you’re not above begging him to touch you at this point.

You need him.

Joel shifts his hips upwards, which causes his cock to brush against your cunt. You whine lowly, eyes falling shut as your eyebrows thread together in desperation.

“Joel,” you breathe, and he shifts again. You’re so close to grinding yourself down on him, but he has other plans. He shifts your bodies so you’re now the desperate mess laying underneath him, and he’s tempted to just take you on the bed there, you think.

But he doesn’t. He looks down between your thighs, admiring your glistening, puffy cunt before leaning down to give you a searing kiss. You card your fingers through his hair instinctually, tugging on the ends of it.

Before things could escalate further, he separates himself from you and gets up from the bed.

You genuinely feel like you could cry from the subtle teasing and lack of attention to your achy core. Joel offers his hand out for you to take, and you grab it hesitantly before he drags you up and out of bed.

“What are you doing?” You echo his words from earlier, confused as to what he had in mind. He doesn’t say anything at first—just leads you into the big bathroom, opening the glass shower door. The floor was full of dark pebble stones which contrasted against the white walls, but it gave the shower a spa feel, especially with the built-in bench in the corner.

Joel turns the shower on and grabs your waist, walking you backwards into the shower with him. The shower door snaps shut, and he’s on you. He’s kissing you with this hunger you’ve never felt before, so intense that it nearly knocks the wind out of you.

You fist at his now semi-wet curls, pressing your body airtight to his. He moans into your mouth and his hands slide down to your ass, giving it a generous squeeze. You yelp in surprise and try to pull back, but he doesn’t allow it. One of his forearms is wrapped tightly around your torso while the other is against the shower wall. You’d probably fall if he wasn’t balancing you so well.

You felt weak in the knees, so enraptured by him. Every single cell in your body was screaming for his expert touch, for him to make you feel so good that you’d be thinking about this moment for weeks after.

He pushes you gently against the tiled wall, the coolness sending a shiver down your spine. His free hand snakes down your body, making sure to feel every single curve, scar, and dimple your body has to offer. He was silently praising you and if he wasn’t kissing you so ferociously at the moment, you’d be overwhelmed with emotions.

His hand eventually made its way to your torso, down down down until finally it’s where you need him most. You gasp into his mouth as his thick fingers slide through your slit generously, rubbing your clit slowly.

Your head falls back against the wall, lungs burning from lack of air. You didn’t care though, you were already seeing stars just by enjoying the intimacy of simply making out with Joel.

“So damn beautiful,” Joel murmurs, looking at you with a dark gleam in his eye. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so ravenous for you. Just that very look makes your slick arousal stick between your thighs, wanting nothing more than to be devoured by him.

Your lips part and you try to say something, but your brain is all mush and your limbs are shaking with need. His lips travel from your jaw to your jugular, giving your skin a little nibble before proceeding down to your collarbone and down to your breasts.

He takes his time enveloping each pert bud into his mouth, toying with the other as he rolls it between his fingers.

Your breathy moans are all that can be heard besides the water hitting the pebbled floor. You grab onto the back of his head, chest heaving as he gets down on his knees. He’s staring up at you like you’re the most divine thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

It makes heat rush to your face and you look away from the intensity of his gaze for a second. He grips your thighs, spreading your legs apart before shaking his head.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, baby,” he says, voice gravelly with an undertone of desperation.

You bite your lip as you stare down at him, and he starts to leave a trail of kisses on your inner thighs. You brush his curls away from his face and give him a sweet smile, indulging in this little tender moment.

He separates from you for a second before giving you a wicked grin, the once tender moment fizzling into pure carnal desire.

“Don’t you hold back on me now, you hear me? I wanna hear those pretty sounds comin’ from my woman,” he says, and before you can respond, he dives his face right in between your thighs.

His tongue laps up all of the slick that’d gushed from you, moaning into you at the taste of your arousal.

You gasp and cry out his name, legs already trembling terribly.

If someone told you a year ago that a man would have so much of an effect on you like this, you would’ve laughed in their face. You didn’t even think it was possible to feel like this, but Joel has done nothing but prove you wrong time and time again in the best way possible.

“Fuck—oh, god,” you cry, feeling his tongue circle your clit before sucking on it profusely. A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest before he tears himself away from you, spinning you around so you’re now facing the wall.

You don’t even have time to process what was going on until you felt his tongue on you again, but this time he prods the muscle into you and begins to fuck you with it.

You whine loudly while clawing at the smooth surface of the tile, desperate to hold on to something. Joel pulls his tongue away from you before his hands slide up the back of your thighs to knead the plump flesh of your ass.

“Anyone ever touch you back here?” Joel’s question takes you by surprise. You nearly choke on your breath, but you shake your head with a faint response.

“No,” you say, and he hums.

“Can I?”

You try to clench your legs together at that, but his hands on you are too strong and prevent you from doing so.

“Please.”

He doesn’t say anything else. He leans in again, licking your core before moving his tongue up to where nobody has ever touched you. You choke on a gasp when his tongue circles the tight ring, and you nearly fall to your knees.

Christ, this man was going to be the end of you.

He kept steady for a while, licking you up like you were the most delicious thing he’s tasted. One of his hands slid up your inner thigh once again, but this time, it was to insert two of his fingers into you.

You’re a moaning, writhing mess above him and you’re slumped against the wall, rocking back onto his fingers and tongue. You feel the delicious warmth blooming in your belly, impending release coiling tighter by the second.

You reach behind you and curl your fingers through Joel’s locks, tugging on them. You let out a lewd moan as the groan that evades him vibrates your whole body. You look down, only to see him pumping his semi-hard cock. Just the sight of that alone nearly sends you over the edge.

“Joel, fuck, please—”

“C’mon baby, give it t’me. Wanna taste you coming on my tongue.”

And as if on command, your body gives in to his wishes. Your orgasm is forceful, ripping you apart at the seams as you scream his name. You really, really hope these walls are mostly soundproof.

He drags you up with him before you nearly collapse from weak legs, and he situates you on his lap as he sits down on the bench. You’re gasping still, face buried in his neck as he rubs your back gently.

“Jesus Joel, I really think you’re trying to kill me,” you huff, and you feel his shoulders shake from laughter.

“Kill you? Never, baby. Jus’ wanna give my girl the pleasure she deserves,” he kisses your temple before you pull back to look at him, eyes all glossy and hooded.

“Well she,” you pause to drag your fingertips over his warm, wet chest, “is one lucky woman.”

“Mmm, is she now?” Joel’s tone is teasing and playful, and he scoots your body forward so you’re skin-to-skin once more.

“Absolutely. You see the way those women were staring at you last night, knowing that you wouldn’t be going home with them, but with me instead?” You bring your face closer to his neck, giving his pulse point a few slow kisses. His hands move down to your hips, giving them a firm squeeze.

“I take pride in getting to call you my man, Mr. Miller,” you lick his neck, slowly trailing your tongue up until your lips reach his ear. You reach down between you both, palming his rock hard cock before sliding the tip through your slick folds, notching his tip at your entrance. “All. Mine.”

You sink down onto him, both of you moaning in tandem before catching his lips in yet another searing kiss.

He pulls apart from you for a second, sliding his hands down to your ass.

“Wasn’t payin’ attention to any ‘a those other women, baby. My eyes are for you and you only.”

The subtle possessiveness you two harbored for each other sent a thrill down your spine.

“Ditto,” you say, starting to rock your hips. Joel moans your name as his head knocks back against the wall, eyes closing in pure bliss. You lean forward and kiss his neck, keeping a steady pace.

“Fuck, baby. You really know how to drive a man crazy,” Joel’s breathless again, and you can’t help but giggle softly.

“Hopefully the good kind,” you nibble on his neck before separating from him, throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“Definitely the good kind,” he says, leaning in to kiss you again. This time it’s a bit more gentle, and once again, Joel reigns supreme at showing his heart on his sleeve just by how he kisses you.

I love you, Joel rolls around in your mind several times—so much so that you thought you’d slip and say it aloud.

Your thoughts are wrangled back to reality when you feel him separate his lips from yours, but staying close enough to kiss you again if he wants to. You begin to pick up your pace now and the feeling of him filling you is heavenly. Your eyes roll back and your jaw is slack, and he takes the opportunity to move you up and down on him.

You cry out his name again, head lolling back as he sets a brutal pace and fucks up into you.

“So fuckin’ pretty on my cock like this, baby. So fuckin’ tight,” Joel wraps his hand around the back of your neck, looking into your eyes as he continues to rock his hips. You’re moving to his rhythm, matching his pace—and the look he’s giving you makes you pulse around his cock.

“You’re so handsome,” you say, reaching a hand out to cup his cheek. And before he can deny your compliment, you kiss him like your life depends on it. It’s not long before you feel the familiar warmth coil in your belly once more.

“‘M getting close, Joel,” you cry against his lips, and he gives your ass a small love tap.

“Me too, sweetheart.”

Both of you were moaning rather lewdly, and at this moment, all that was on your mind was Joel. Not your sister and Josh or your family that’s probably already halfway done getting ready for breakfast—no, just Joel.

Joel Joel Joel.

The man was intoxicating and you were chasing the high every chance you got.

“Fuck, where do you want me? I-I’m about to–”

“In me. Joel, please, in me,” you beg, and he suddenly plunges his hand down between your bodies to rub at your already sensitive clit furiously.

Within seconds, your second earth-shattering orgasm of the day had you in shambles once again, screaming out his name as he pistoned in and out of you to chase his own high.

His hips stilled moments later as he came, burying his face into your neck as he groaned with every pulse of his cock.

Your bodies stayed stagnant for a while, wrapped up in each other as the warm water cascaded overhead. You were both pruny and absolutely fucked out, void of energy, but being so close to him like this made your heart flutter in the best way possible.

Joel repeatedly kissed the junction between your neck and shoulder, rubbing your back soothingly as you two caught your breaths. He pulled back, looking into your eyes once again with a satiated grin adorning his lips.

“How you feelin’ angel?” He asks, wiping the water droplets from your cheek.

“Incredible, cowboy,” you giggle, pecking his lips before shifting your hips to get off of him. Your legs were still shaky, but you managed to stand slowly. Joel watches as his spend drips from you, sliding down your inner thighs. He grabs your hand, prompting you to step closer to him. He reaches his hand between your thighs, gathering his spend on his fingers before standing up to his full height, a glint of mischief in his pretty brown eyes.

He brings his coated fingers to your mouth and you happily oblige, sucking his fingers clean with a soft moan.

Your eyes snap open as he removes his fingers from your mouth, and you raise your eyebrow. “No more messing around, Mr. Miller. We have a newlyweds breakfast to get ready for.”

”If I had it my way, I’d keep you in this room all day and show you every single way your beautiful body can be worshiped,” he doesn’t miss a beat in his words, confidence exuding him brilliantly.

You clench your legs together and fight the urge to hop out of the shower to give your sister a courtesy call and tell her you and Joel won’t be making it to breakfast, but the little bit of self control you harbored won the morality battle.

“As much as I’d absolutely love to do that, we really do have to go. My family would never let me live it down and I want to see Emily off before her and Josh leave for their honeymoon.”

“I know, baby. ‘M hopin’ we get more opportunities for this when we get back home,” he says, running a hand over his mustache and down his stubble.

“You can have me anytime you want, cowboy.”

You were surprisingly only twenty minutes late to breakfast. You and Joel made it down to the lobby, freshly showered and dressed nicely. He wore a black button down with the top two buttons undone, gray slacks, and black boots. You opted for something a bit more colorful, wearing a baby blue satin dress with white kitten heels.

You held onto Joel’s bicep for support, and despite the heels only being a half inch, your legs were still a bit wobbly—and not because you couldn’t walk in heels.

Joel nearly doubled down in laughter when he saw you trying to walk once you put the heels on, which earned him a glare and pouty lips. He kissed you anyway and told you how beautiful you look, pulling you in to his broad, warm body before promising to make his teasing up to you.

Your teasing is what got me here in the first place, you’d chastised him.

You found your mom and dad sitting outside at a long table with floral arrangements in the middle. Your dad’s plate was stacked with an assortment of breakfast foods, while your mom opted for an omelet and a croissant with coffee.

“Good morning you two,” your mom chirped, her smile beaming at you and Joel.

“Morning mama. Where’s everyone else…?” You ask, eyes drifting to the empty seats beside them.

“Andy and Cole are coming down in a few minutes. Emi and Josh are getting their breakfast right now,” she says, taking a sip of her caramel colored coffee.

You nod and set your cardigan down in the chair next to Emily’s.

“I’m gonna go get some food. I’m starving,” you say, and you catch Joel’s lip switch up into a subtle smirk out of the corner of your eye.

Your mom nods while your dad indulges in his breakfast, completely ignoring what you just said. A small laugh emits you as you turn to Joel, nodding toward the hotel.

“Hungry?” You ask him.

His smirk widens, staring at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Starving.”

Your face heats at his words, but luckily he said it low enough to where your parents didn’t hear him.

“You’re insatiable, Mr. Miller,” you walk with him toward the breakfast buffet area, grabbing two plates and handing him one.

“Can you blame me, baby? I got a beautiful lady on my arm, and she gets to come home with me,” he wiggles his brows, and you can’t help but laugh at how absolutely cheesy he can be.

One minute he’s got his face buried in your pussy telling you you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted, and the next he’s cracking jokes like you two weren’t doing anything sinful just an hour prior.

The duality of this man is truly unmatched.

You look around the room and see your sister plating a waffle, so you give Joel a kiss on the cheek before walking over to her.

“Well hello, Mrs. Martinez,” you say, and your sister whips her head around.

“God, it feels so weird hearing that. I love it so much,” she says, and you can’t help but smile at how happy she seems.

“Well, get used to it. You’re a married woman now, missy.”

“You probably won’t be far behind,” Emily teases, and your brows furrow.

“Emi, Joel and I have only been together for a couple of months,” you sound flustered, and your sister gives you a knowing look.

“So? When you know, you know, and what you and Joel have is special. I haven’t seen you this happy with anyone… ever, actually. Do you love him?”

Her question takes you aback. You know you do, but admitting it out loud makes it all one hundred percent real. You can’t continue being afraid of your emotions, even if it may seem like it’s too fast. Self-sabotage isn’t going to fly anymore. You can’t help how you feel.

“I do,” you finally say, and Emily breaks out into a face-splitting grin.

“Have you told him?”

You’re about to answer her, but Josh walks up to you both.

“Good morning, sis in law,” he grins, nudging your side.

“Well good morning to you too,” you laugh, giving him a side hug.

“We’ll talk more about this later,” Emily whispers, giving your forearm a squeeze, and you give her a nod. As her and Josh walk back outside, you turn to the spread of food and concentrate on getting your breakfast. You plate a waffle, potatoes, bacon and scrambled eggs before meeting Joel at the coffee station. He hands you a cup with coffee in it, just how you like it.

You sip it to taste test it, the warm liquid immediately rejuvenating your energy. “Mmm, my hero,” you tell Joel. “I was feeling really tired.”

“I wonder why,” he grins, following you outside to re-join your family.

“It’s ‘cus my man doesn’t know how to keep his needy hands to himself,” you shrug nonchalantly, and Joel rolls his eyes with a hearty laugh.

“Hey, as far as I’m concerned, you enjoyed these needy hands.”

You have to stifle a laugh as you approach the table again, taking your respective seats. You settled in between Emily and Joel, diving into your breakfast.

Andy and Cole show up a minute later, looking super sluggish and hungover. You and Emily share a nudge under the table, quietly laughing to yourselves.

”Look what the cat dragged in,” you tease your brothers as they both plop down on the opposite side of the table.

“Stop yelling so loud, Shadow,” Cole groans, and you can’t help but laugh. Idiots.

“For the love of god, get yourself some bread and coffee. It’ll wake you fools right up,” your dad grumbles, and Andy waves his hand.

“Fuck, fine. We will. C’mon Cole,” Andy stands up again, dragging your brother along with him.

Your mom and dad engage in conversation with Emily and Josh, your mom nudging Emily while wiggling her brows.

“I expect grandbabies after this honeymoon trip,” she wags her fork between Emily and Josh.

“Jesus, mom, give them a break. They haven’t even been married for twenty-four hours yet.”

Emily gives you a silent thank you look before your mom narrows her eyes at you, pointing her fork at you now.

“Hey, you probably won’t be too far behind your sister. Joel’s family now, baby. No goin’ back,” she smiles triumphantly, earning another round of groans from the table.

“Fucking hell,” you mumble, “Would you stop trying to scare him off, mom?” You sigh in exasperation, rubbing your temple.

“Can’t scare me off that easily, darlin’,” Joel says, giving your mom a wink. “I appreciate you thinkin’ so highly of me, Alexandria.”

Your mom shoots Joel a grand smile before Andy and Cole return to the table.

“How hard did you guys party last night?” Emily asks them.

“Too fuckin’ hard. Feels like I’m about to have this damn hangover for a week,” Andy says, groaning before taking a bite of toast.

“Well luckily checkout isn’t until three, so you can sleep before you hit the road,” your mom says, and they both sluggishly nod before silently eating their toast.

“So Joel,” your dad starts, and your attention snaps to him. “Got any siblings?”

“I do, actually. A younger brother. He works at the same firehouse as I do,” Joel says coolly, and you wonder briefly how he’s still so calm. You know if you ever got the chance to meet Joel’s parents, you’d be an absolute nervous wreck.

Joel kept the conversation going with your dad about Tommy, and the rest of your family chimed in from time-to-time. It was then when everyone was deep in conversation that Emily gave you another nudge. You turn your head to her, raising an eyebrow.

“You left pretty early last night,” Emily’s soft tone had a hint of mischief in it, and your eyes widened as you looked at her.

“Shit, I didn’t miss anything, did I?” You were running through the events in your head: couple’s first dance, dancing with the bride and groom, bouquet toss, cake cutting, family photos…

She giggles softly and shakes her head. “No, but with the way you looked last night, I wouldn’t be surprised if your cowboy couldn’t keep his hands off of you.”

Your face heats at her words. Fuck, she really knows you better than anyone on this planet. Your silence told her everything she needed to know. You swallow thickly, eyes roaming around the table.

Joel’s hand lands on your thigh, softly brushing his thumb back and forth. His subtle touch sends a shiver down your spine, and Emily notices.

You lace your hand with Joel’s and he gives yours a soft squeeze, all while continuing his engaging conversation with your family.

“Yeah, uh, we um—”

”You don’t even need to say it. I knew you looked a bit different this morning. You’re glowing, my beloved sister,” she says with a smirk, and you can’t help but bashfully smile.

“It was amazing. He’s amazing, Emi,” your voice is a mere whisper, not wanting to be overheard by anybody.

“I can tell he is. I’m so happy for you. After Christian,” she shakes her head, rolling her eyes at the mention of your ex, “I genuinely thought you wouldn’t be receptive to opening up and finding love again. I’m so glad you did. I love seeing you happy.”

Tears spring in your eyes at her words. You didn’t think you’d be receptive to love again either, but here you are with Joel—and fuck do you love him.

”Thank you for giving me that push, Em. I really needed it,” you say, wiping a stray tear that slipped from your eye.

“That’s what big sisters are for,” she leans in and kisses your head, and you can’t help but thank the stars above that your sister keeps you in check when it’s really needed.

A few hours after breakfast, everybody met down in the lobby with their stuff to check out and say goodbye. Emily and Josh were going to Costa Rica for their honeymoon, and your mom and dad had volunteered to take all of their wedding gifts and drop it off at their apartment while they were gone. Joel, Andy, Cole and Josh all helped your dad load the gifts into the bed of his truck while you, your mom, and Emily stood in the lobby.

“Oh, I just cannot believe my buggy is married,” your mom says, bringing Emily into a near bone-crushing hug. She laughs and hugs your mom back tightly, and your mom yanks your arm toward them so you can join in. You hug them both, kissing both of their heads before letting go.

“I’m seriously so happy for you, Emi. I know Josh is your fairytale ending you’ve always wished for,” you say, and she brings you into another hug.

“And Joel is yours, my sweet sister,” she’s got a matter-of-fact tone to her voice, and your mom nods in agreement.

“You two look so good together. There’s just something special about him. Call it mother’s intuition,” your mom winks at you, and you groan.

“Can we please focus on Emi? She’s the one who just got married.”

“Oh, fine. But don’t think this conversation isn’t going to get brought up again,” your mom says, bumping you with her hip.

You hold your hands up in defense, knowing this isn’t something she’ll let go of too easily.

The men all return to the lobby, and you can’t help but admire the sweaty brow and neck Joel sported, now wearing an olive green shirt that stretched across his broad chest and hugged his biceps tightly, paired with some black jeans.

You found yourself nearly salivating, feeling like a bitch in heat. Fucking hell. You really don’t think you’ll ever be able to get enough of him.

He notices you staring, giving you a subtle smirk before walking up to you to give your head a kiss.

“Like what ya see?” He whispers into your ear, and you nearly groan in front of everybody. That little bit of self control you have is fizzling away every second you’re within proximity of him.

“You know I do.”

He grins at your verbal confession, giving your arm a soft squeeze as he pulls you into his side.

“Well,” your mom claps her hands together, “This is it. Congratulations again, you two, and I can’t wait to hear all about Costa Rica when you come back home,” she gives both Emily and Josh a hug, kissing them both on the cheek.

“We better get photos in the family chat,” Andy says.

“Swim with a turtle for me,” Cole chimes in, which pulls a laugh from everyone.

“We will. Thank you guys again for everything,” Josh says, looking at Emily with a gleam of pure love in his eyes. “My wife and I have lots of exploring to look forward to.”

“Indeed we do,” she clings onto his arm, giving him a chaste kiss.

Everybody gives them their round of hugs, and Emily pulls you in extra tight. “I’ll call you, okay?” She says, and you give her a small smile and nod.

“I love you, Emi. Be safe out there and have endless cocktails for me,” you bring her in for one last hug, kissing her on the temple.

Everybody waves Emily and Josh off as they get their suitcases loaded and themselves situated in their Uber off to the airport.

“We’ll have to plan something for their homecoming,” your mom says after they leave.

”Does everyone live in Austin?” Joel asks the group, and everyone nods.

“For the most part. Sometimes my job has me going down to Corpus Christi for a few weeks on end,” Andy says.

“Well if everyone’s schedules align, I wouldn’t mind throwin’ a barbecue at my house for them when they get back,” Joel says with a grin.

“Oh Joel, you’d be willing to do that?” Your mom clasps her hands together, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen such a hopeful look in her eye.

“‘Course. I love throwin’ barbecues, n’ what’s more to celebrate them comin’ back from their trip?”

Your mom just can’t help herself and throws her arms around him, pulling him into a hug. He grunts in surprise and chuckles, wrapping his arms around her briefly before she pulls away.

“Christ honey, let the man breathe,” your dad huffs, pulling her away from him. Your mom swats your dad’s arm playfully, glaring up at him. The height difference between them is always comical when your mom tries to get mad at your dad, because she’s so tiny compared to him.

She turns back to you both, expression switching to a smile. ”It’s settled then. We can text about the details later,” your mom looks at you, and you nod.

“Sure thing, mama,” you say, giving her and your dad a hug. You move on to your brothers, both of them giving you tight hugs and a slug to the arm.

“Assholes,” you laugh, “Don’t be strangers alright? Text me once in a while, idiots,” you roll your eyes, and Cole huffs.

“Mom, Shadow is calling us idiots,” he tattles like a damn three year old, and your dad laughs.

“Well she ain’t wrong,” your dad says, and you can’t help but laugh along with him.

“Michael Alejandro, don’t talk about our kids like that… in front of them,” your mom says, and everyone laughs.

“Damn dad, mom’s calling you by your government name. Looks like you’re gonna get it when you two get home,” Cole snickers, and your mom smirks at him.

“Oh he sure is,” there was an underlying sound of need in her tone.

“Ugh, gross mom,” Andy says, scrunching his face in disgust.

“How the hell d’ya think you four got here?” Your dad asks, and all three of you groan.

“Aaand that’s our cue to go. Love you everybody, drive safe, and text when y’all get home,” you say, waving to your family. Joel laughs and says goodbye to everyone, giving your mom a hug and your dad a handshake.

Your brothers opt for a “bro hug” before he’s by your side again, lacing his fingers with yours as you blow your family one last kiss, walking out of the lobby and back to Joel’s truck, suitcases in tow.

“What a fun weekend,” you say, and Joel’s eyes flicker back up to the hotel. Your family members weren’t in sight, so before he opens your door for you, he presses you up against his truck and cages you in between his arms. He’s got a devious smirk on his face before he dips in to kiss you.

“Sure was, baby. Gotta say it’s probably one of the most incredible weekends I’ve had…ever, actually.”

You raise your eyebrow, hands trailing up to Joel’s strong chest. You feel his heartbeat beneath your fingertips, and you can’t help the lazy smile that crosses your lips as you think about the night and morning you both spent together.

“Agreed. Probably gonna have flashbacks about it for weeks,” you bite your lip, batting your lashes in a way that makes Joel’s cock jump in his jeans.

Seems like he can’t get enough of you, either.

“Weeks, huh? Why have flashbacks when we can recreate the moment over,” he pauses, kissing you briefly. He separates from your lips, one hand trailing down your arm and to your hand that was on his chest, lacing your fingers together once more. “And over,” he whispers against your lips, and a whine bubbles in your throat.

“No fair,” you pout, and he laughs as he pulls away from you.

“Insatiable, are we?” He chastises you playfully, and you roll your eyes at him with a smirk.

“For you, Mr. Miller? Always.”

The drive back to Austin was fairly quick. There wasn’t any traffic to your guys’ luck, and you made it home within an hour.

Joel dropped you off first and walked you up to your door, carrying your luggage for you like the gentleman he is.

“You sure I can’t convince you to let me stay?” He rolls your suitcase into your bedroom, turning to look at you as you lean up against the doorframe.

“As much as I’d love that,” you sigh, pushing yourself off the frame, “I have some cleaning I have to do and we both have work tomorrow. I’m sure Sarah misses you terribly, too.”

Joel chuckles at the last part, “‘M sure she’s thrilled I was gone for a whole weekend,” he huffs, and you wrap your arms around him.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that. That girl loves you with her whole heart and I’m sure she misses her dad,” you lean in to kiss him briefly, hands sliding up and down his back in a comforting way.

Joel leans into your touch and sighs, softly knocking his forehead against yours.

“You’re right. I miss her just as much. God knows she was really takin’ care of herself this weekend instead of Tommy lookin’ after her,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

“I dunno. Seems like Maria’s got Tommy whipped into good shape.”

Joel huffs a laugh, “‘S a damn miracle he found that woman. I swear.”

You stand there in each other’s arms for the next few minutes, silence wrapping itself around you two. Being in his presence will always comfort you, and another part of you didn’t want to admit to yourself that you’d miss him once he left to go back to his place.

You were so used to being by yourself, even when you were with Christian. You’ve always done things on your own—that’s how it’s always been. You’re still adjusting to the idea of someone being there for you, doing things for you, liking you enough to not want to leave right away. It’s an oddity in your life that you’re having trouble wrapping your mind around, and you think that’s another reason you wanted to push away from this at first.

The mere idea of loving someone and opening up your heart fully again did terrify you, yes, but it’s set in stone now. There’s no turning back.

Joel Miller has your heart completely in the palm of his hand—you just need to tell him so.

Your heart pounds against your ribcage as you pull back from him, mouth going dry as your anxiety takes over your body.

Fuck. Here goes, well, everything, actually.

“Joel,” you whisper, staring into those sweet brown eyes you’ve come to know and love. You can do this. Just say it. ”I—”

The shrill of his phone ringtone rang through the dense silence in the room, and a part of you wanted to sigh in relief.

“Sorry darlin’,” his voice is soft, easily forgivable as he fishes his phone out of his pocket. His eyes skim over the caller ID, answering it before pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hey babydoll,” he says, and you immediately knew it was Sarah. “‘M just droppin’ her off. Should be home in a half hour.”

You step back from him to give him a little more privacy for his conversation, but he grabs your waist and brings your body flush to his.

God, you really hope he can’t feel how fast your heart’s beating.

“Mhm, sounds good. I’ll pick that up for dinner. Love you too, bye,” he hangs up the phone, shoving it back in his pocket before his hands land gently on your hips. He gives them a soft squeeze before leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“What was it that you wanted to tell me?” He asks, looking at you with genuine curiosity.

You swallow thickly, throat still dry. “Just that I had a great time with you this weekend. Wish it didn’t have to end,” Nice save, you think—but you smack yourself on the hand for backing out of telling him.

“I did too, baby. We’ll have to plan a weekend to get away, just you n’ me. How’s that sound?” He rubs his hands up and down your arms in a comforting way, making you sigh in content.

“I’d love that,” you grin, and he nods.

“I better get goin’ before the little rascal starts reprimandin’ me for bein’ late.”

”We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” You tease, voice laced with a hint of a laugh.

Joel shakes his head no, flashing you his million dollar smile.

“C’mon cowboy,” you walk him to the front door of your apartment, and he turns to you before you can open the door for him.

“I’ll text ya when I get home, baby. Thank you for invitin’ me to spend time with you and your family this weekend,” he says, cupping your cheeks to bring you into a sweet goodbye kiss.

“Thank you for braving it out and coming with me. Sorry if they were a bit much.”

Joel waves his hand in a playful dismissal. “Nah, they’re amazing. Even if I got interrogated by your brothers, I think this is the start of a beautiful bromance,” he wiggles his eyebrows, and you can’t help but laugh loudly.

“You did not just say bromance. Get outta here,” you nudge him and he grins, pecking your lips a couple of more times before he opens your door.

“I’ll see you real soon, baby. Can’t get rid of me that easy.”

”I’m counting on it, cowboy.”

You didn’t get to see Joel that whole week. It was now Friday, and you were missing him like crazy. You tried to ignore the weird feeling of not sleeping next to him at night, albeit only doing it a handful of times. You just felt like you got a better night’s sleep in his arms, all secure and warm.

His shifts at the firehouse have been long and chaotic, and between that and taking Sarah to soccer practice and school, Joel had his hands full.

You understood completely. Life happens, and you knew this would happen eventually. It’s not like not seeing him was on purpose. Even Maria said she hadn’t really seen Tommy a whole lot either, so to fix the loneliness pulling at both of your hearts, you invited her out to dinner.

You caught her up on the amazing weekend you and Joel had as soon as you both sat down. She was dying to hear the details, so you told her practically everything—except for what you did in the bedroom with Joel—all the way down to when he left your apartment.

“Oh my god, well first of all, I’m so happy for you. Sounds like it was a perfect weekend,” she says, taking a sip of her white wine.

You smile as you recall his hands all over you, the way he held you, his sweet words—all of it. “Thank you. It really was.”

“Sooo have you told him how you feel about him yet?” She asks, brow quirked with a subtle grin on her lips.

“I almost did, but then he got a phone call from Sarah and I bitched out, Maria,” you bury your face in your hands, sighing.

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. Your past relationship wasn’t all sunshine and daisies. This is a huge step for you, and you even allowing yourself to feel like this toward him is admirable in itself.”

Her words did an excellent job at comforting you. Maybe you were just too in your head about this. But the other part of you—the logical, sensible part, constantly loomed over you like a damn gray cloud.

“I just—fuck, what if this is too fast? Isn’t it too soon?” You ask, slumping back into your seat. “I mean, there’s still so much to learn about each other.”

“You can be in love with someone and still have a lot to learn along the way,” Maria says, “And besides. You can’t help the way you feel. I know someone who said ‘I love you’ to their partner a month into their relationship, and they’ve now been married for like fifteen years.”

Maria grabs your hand from across the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Look, it’s normal to be scared. Every relationship is different, hon. They all go at their own pace. But, I can guarantee he feels the same way. What you two have is special,” she gives your hand one last squeeze before releasing it, leaning back in the booth before polishing off her drink.

You know she’s right. Damn this woman and her wisdom beyond her years. It’s one of the many things you love about her. Her and your sister really keep you grounded, that’s for sure.

You take everything she just told you into consideration, deciding that you were going to take charge of your feelings and do yourself (and Joel) the favor of telling him how you really feel.

“Today’s their last shift I think for three days, so I’ll see if I can get him alone tomorrow,” you say, and she claps her hands together.

“I can hear the wedding bells already,” she quips, and you can’t help but roll your eyes and laugh.

After dinner, you two walk out of the restaurant with your arms linked, fat droplets of rain suddenly plopping on your head.

“I didn’t know it was gonna rain tonight,” you say as you both retract yourselves back under the awning of the front of the restaurant.

“Me either,” Maria says, wiping the droplets off of her face.

The ringer of your phone is at battle with the sound of pouring rain, but you fish it out of your pocket and furrow your brows when you see Tommy’s name across your screen. You show the screen to Maria, and she whips out her phone to see if she’s got any missed calls from him.

You answer the phone and put him on speaker. “You jealous that I’m out on a date with your woman?” You tease, both you and Maria laughing.

Tommy says your name frantically over the phone, and your heart immediately drops.

Something’s wrong.

”Tommy? What is it? Is everything okay?” The urgency in your voice now matches his own.

“No, fuck—it’s bad. It’s bad. You need to get to St. David’s, now.” Tommy says, and your heartbeat accelerates rapidly. Your hands start to shake and your anxiety fuels every single cell in your body.

“Tommy, what-,” you nearly choke on your own breath, “What happened? What’s wrong?” You try again, voice shaky and uncertain, hoping he’d give you an explanation. Your gaze shifts to Maria in panic, and she brings you into her side to hold you, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what you heard him say next.

“I-It’s Joel. He’s—dammit, he’s hurt.”

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Ghost x shy reader? Would love a spicy scenario where he coaxes us into learning how to dirty talk with him

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Shy!F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: P in V Sex (you know the drill), Dirty Talk (obvs), Pet Names (baby, sweetheart/sweet girl, hon), Swearing Word Count: 1.2k+ A/N: Hello! Thank you for your sweet request! I love shy reader prompts so much.😭I hope you enjoy! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Simon murmured in his low, gruff voice. You held your hands over your eyes and burning cheeks, his cock pushed half-way inside your slick cunt. You shook your head and raised your shoulders. Your lover sighed. "Love, am I hurtin' you?" he asked. You peeked from between your fingers as you shook your head.

"N-No," you squeaked. Simon grunted as he gently grabbed one of your wrists.

"Then what's wrong?" he asked. You bit the inside of your cheek as your heart thrummed against your sternum. You took a deep breath.

"I-I just..." you huffed, cursing yourself for not being able to just spit it out. Simon rubbed up and down your arm, his dark eyes still as he patiently waited for your reply. You inhaled deeply again as you tried to relax beneath him.

“Hey, look at me,” Simon said. Your lip quivered before you slowly peeled your hands away. Your love gazed down at you with such deep admiration, you thought your heart was going to explode. “Love, I need you to talk to me when we're like this, remember?” he said as he cupped your cheek. You glanced away.

“I know. I'm just not good at it,” you sighed. Simon hummed as he stroked his thumb over your cheek.

“Well, no time like the present,” he grunted. You blinked.

"What?" you asked. Simon gave you a wry grin before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm gonna teach you how to talk dirty," he said bluntly. Your jaw went slack.

"B-But I-I'm not good at it!" you flushed. Simon tilted his head.

"Do you want to learn how?" he asked.

"I mean...well...you know...yeah," you muttered. Simon chuckled.

"Alright, sweet girl," he said before kissing your cheek. “You comfortable?” Simon asked. You nodded and bit your lip. “Good,” he grunted. “Now, dirty talk doesn’t have to be a long, flowery poem,” Simon murmured as he brushed his cheek against yours. You gulped when he planted his lips on your neck, sucking on it lightly before letting go.

“You taste so good, baby,” he purred. You swallowed thickly before parting your lips. “See? Simple. Let’s just start off with what we’re feelin’ and go from there, yeah?” Simon suggested. You licked your lips and nodded.

“Okay,” you grinned. Simon beamed before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Such a sweet girl,” he groaned as he pushed his hips forward. You moaned as his dick sank further inside your tight pussy, the stretching sensation making your toes curl.

“Mmm,” you moaned as you gripped his large shoulders. Simon continued to kiss along your neck as he gently rocked his hips, his cock sliding against your gummy walls.

“What are you feelin’ right now, hon?” he whispered into your ear, his hot breath falling against your skin. You blinked away a few tears of pleasure as your chest heaved.

“I-I feel your cock stretching me,” you swallowed. Simon grunted and raked his teeth over the shell of your ear.

“Yeah? Does it feel good?” he asked. You nodded.

“Y-Yes! Feels really good, Si,” you moaned. You cried out when he pulled back and pressed his thumb against your puffy clit. You scrunched your eyebrows together as he drew slow circles around your bundle of nerves.

“And how does this feel, hm?” he asked as he continued to thrust into your squelching cunt. Your walls fluttered around his thick length as you gasped for air.

“So good, fuck,” your eyes widened before you slapped a hand over your mouth. Simon chuckled as he switched between circling your clit and swiping up and down.

“It’s okay, baby. Just say whatever comes to your mind,” he encouraged you as he continued to massage your engorged button.

“I-It’s not that-oh!” you mewled as Simon began to pump his hips a little faster. Your breasts began to bounce with his thrusts as he moved around your clit in tighter circles. You arched your back as he rested a hand next to your side.

“Feel so fuckin’ good wrapped around my cock,” Simon growled lowly. You whined as you dug your nails into his ivory skin. Your mouth pooled with saliva as you heard your flesh slap against his.

“Ahh, Simon!” you moaned and ducked your head against your shoulder. You felt his warm lips against your temple as you wrapped your legs around his sharp waist.

“You can do it, lovie. C’mon,” he urged you as he dragged his cock along your walls. Hot tears poured down your cheeks as you bit your lip. You wailed when he snapped his hips forward, the fat head of his cock sliding against your g-spot.

“God! Right there!” you sobbed while clinging onto his muscular body for dear life. You felt him smile against your face before he started to thrust against your sensitive spot repeatedly. “Yes, yes just like that!” you whined while hooking your ankles together. Simon groaned into your ear as he continued to paint sloppy shapes around your clit, his cock throbbing deep inside you.

“I-I love how much you stretch my pussy, Si!” you cried out. He puffed a hot breath of air against your ear as he thrusted even faster, his balls slapping against your wet skin.

“Atta girl,” your lover praised. You moaned as he hungrily kissed your lips, his tongue swiping over yours before he pulled back.

“Fuck, (Y/N). Look so pretty when you’re takin’ my cock,” Simon grunted. You whimpered as your walls pulsated around his shaft. He chuckled. “You look even better when you cum,” he grinned as he gently pinched your clit. You felt the cord inside you suddenly snap.

“S-Simon!” you moaned as your pussy clamped down on his dick. You sobbed as you rocked your hips against his as waves of pure bliss crashed over you.

“Good girl, that’s it,” you heard Simon mutter as he let you ride the rest of your orgasm on his meaty cock. Your legs shook around his waist as you gasped and moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders. You blinked your eyes open just as Simon began to thrust again, his strokes becoming more sloppy as he flared his nostrils.

“Hold on, sweetheart. Just a little bit longer,” your lover grunted. Your limbs felt like jelly as you basked in the afterglow, your body filled with a divine sense of warmth. Simon growled into your ear as his cock twitched inside your walls. “Fuck,” he hissed. You tilted your head, your lips close to his ear.

“Cum inside me, Simon,” you whispered. Simon’s eyes widened before he released a deep, feral groan. You mewled as he stiffened above you, his cock snug against your cervix as he flooded your tight hole with his warm cum.

“So, good, you’re so good to me,” he murmured repeatedly as he finished releasing inside you. You caught your breath as his body went slack, his chest heaving as he gazed down at you.

“Sorry, I don’t know if I was good,” you blushed. Simon gave you a half-lidded grin before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get better. We’ll just have to try again next time,” he beamed. Your heart fluttered at the prospect of next time. Simon hummed before kissing along your jaw. Your pussy clenched around his softening cock.

Next time might be sooner than you thought.

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mintwithchoco · 1 month ago

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What You Need

tripleS Yooyeon x Male Reader

Word Count: 3260 words

Categories: smut, oral, facial, dom-ish!yooyeon (?) idk, she's just desperate to get that d

Inspired from;

“My go— Yooyeon! We’re still filming, we can't do this!”

“Shut up.”

There's nothing that can stop Kim Yooyeon from getting what she needs. She may seem cold and calm on the outside, but once an interest is sparked within herself, she'll do whatever it takes to reach it, no matter the situation.

You know that you’re fucked all around when she sends you that look from afar a few minutes ago. Might as well blame it all on her at first for wearing that pink top, showing off her tight figure so well, forcing you to never peel your eyes away from her. She's bold and relentless, and it shows by the way she’s metaphorically fucking you with her eyes while filming, and you can only curse silently behind the camera, catching the secret message. It can only get worse from here on out (or better actually) as once she gets out of the frame, she walks past you quickly while whispering, “Fuck me, now.”

She slams the door shut as soon as she gets you inside the cramped bathroom. Before you can do anything to resist, she forcefully closes the distance between your lips by wrapping her arms around your neck. If you wanted to, you could just break out of her embrace and run out of the door. Instead, you have been poisoned by the emanating warmth of her body, the softness of her skin touching yours, and the sweetness of her lips, making you fall deeper and harder into her.

“Yooyeon—” She doesn't let you speak in the downtime of the makeout, dragging you back in as soon as she gets air in her lungs. “We can’t—”

“Don’t fucking lie. I know you’re craving for me too.”

You recoil at her undeniable statement—that voice is dripping with way too much arousal. “What if someone hears us?”

“I know, but, please,” Yooyeon’s hands rest on your shoulders. “Just for a while. I really need you.”

Fuck, she really knows how to make you submit. Those bright brown orbs, begging for her needs are crumbling your morals apart, inviting you to commit this wicked act that can potentially end everything you have in life. But if it does come to an end, I guess ruining your career with a pretty lady such as her isn't as bad as it seems, right?

“Damn it,” She shrieks when your hands scoot over her butt and squeeze them gently. “Let's make it quick, and quiet.”

You overlook her cute little smile as your lips crash into hers again. The tides have now turned around with hunger filling you up almost immediately, overpowering the girl’s lust, evident by the way you’re aimlessly caressing every single part of her. Fear runs through your veins due to her moaning resoundingly into your mouth, afraid that the muffled noise would alarm anyone close by. Though, it was quickly diminished by her delicate fingers groping the raging tent on your lower half.

“Mmm, you’re so fucking hard already.” Her tone is now deeper than before, and it arouses you even more.

You try your best to control your ragged breaths as the pressure is building up in your bulge. “You’re the one to blame. God, you look so pretty.”

Another thing’s for certain is that you are addicted to leaving your marks all over Yooyeon. You generously land kisses on her neck nonstop while slowly sliding the straps off her shoulders. She giggles away, but also does the equivalent to you by slipping her hand down into your pants and continues her massage through the fabric of your boxers. Unfazed by this, you yank down her top to reveal a white bra, and you waste no further time to knead the covered breasts. Her soft gasps are like a muse to your ears, enthralling you more. Yooyeon is obviously weakening under your touch as her attempt to pull down both your pants and boxers fails as it only comes off halfway.

Yooyeon’s expressions are fucking up your whole self entirely. You eventually finish off what she wanted to do, letting your cock feel the humid air in the bathroom. She feels the warm shaft throbbing in between her thighs, already leaking out with precum. While you reach behind to release her boobs from its fancy confines, her fingers are quick to wrap around your shaft and stroking it to full hardness. The white undergarment then drops to the tile floor, joining in the built up pile of your clothes.

Her husky voice rings in your ear once again. “Sit down. I wanna taste you.”

The toilet is turned into a makeshift seat as you oblige to her request, sitting down on the cold surface. She quickly kneels down in between your legs, the raging shaft is now right in front of her breathtaking visual. You can never imagine that this innocent goddess would be a vixen in disguise, the one who triggers your hormones into this sexual overdrive. The contrasting thought has been completely erased however, as Yooyeon begins her oral teasing on your tip, drawing small circles while collecting your precum on her tongue.

“Holy shit—” is all you can utter when Yooyeon wraps her lips around the cockhead, finally getting a feel of her warm mouth. She starts slow and small, only taking in your tip momentarily before building herself up to take you in deeper. With her hands stroking your thighs, your sensations are heightened, the extreme pleasure shivering down your spine forces your head to unwillingly fall backwards.

And if that wasn't enough, she draws you in with her words. “Keep your eyes on me.”

You muster up the will to look down, and you have never been more than grateful to witness Yooyeon doing wonders to your cock. Showing no signs of slowing down at all, this girl is filling up her wet cavern with the entirety of your length, her cheeks puffing up whenever she brings it to the sides of her mouth. You find it rather cute somehow, but it doesn’t falter the groan that leaves your lips every time she sucks you hard, and releases you by the tip.

Her tongue rests on the underside of your shaft, vigorously licking it up to the head, and down to the base. She takes you in for the second time, and this time she's not holding anything back. Her head bobs furiously at a gradual pace on your shaft, making it fully covered with her saliva. The way her mouth perfectly envelopes with the shape of your cock is agonizingly pleasurable and mysteriously fascinating, as she never seems to gag whenever you hit the back of her throat, only leaving a great amount of spit when she disappointingly leaves your shaft.

“I can suck on this all day. It's so perfect.” The unexpected compliment compels your cheeks to turn slightly red.

Your eyes are blessed with the sight of Yooyeon’s handiwork; fingers delicately running up and down your lubricated shaft and her oral fixation; swirling her tongue around the swollen cockhead. While your whole soul is tearing apart when her dazzling orbs lock upon yours, pairing it with that small smirk and nose scrunch, her visuals clearly contradicting the sinful work she's doing. It goes to show how much she's enjoying herself, the desire that has been building up for the past couple of days finally breaks apart, thanks to her resilience.

You couldn't handle it anymore, plus your time is getting much thinner. Your hand creeps up to her chin, and you lean over to catch her lips amidst her strokes, sharing multiple kisses. As you suck on her lower lip, you slowly guide her into your lap. Your cock brushes against her midriff, which in return emits a low moan from Yooyeon, realizing that her clothed vagina is in the close proximity of the pulsating length.

“Get this off me please.”

Easier said than done. You’re too busy leaving kisses all over her neck, taking in all of her floral scent and having a hand full from squeezing her tits and tweaking her nipples. Nonetheless, the free hand manages to remove her shorts by pulling down on different parts of it. You didn't bother taking off her matching panties however, as it is deemed essential in her disheveled look.

You let out a satisfied breath. “Fuck, I can't get enough of you.”

With a steady grip on her waist, you dive your face into Yooyeon’s chest and engulf her right nipple into your mouth. Your hardness throbs upon the whine she lets out while your tongue does its best to stimulate the brown nub. The left side deserves some love as well, and a set of fingers playing around it is enough to induce an effect. Her small moans are being played into your ears directly, and it motivates you to worship this goddess to the fullest. You feel her hand pressing your head further in as you switch sides of your gratifying assault, this time attacking her left nipple in a similar way.

“Mmmh, fuck! More, I nee— ohh yes, you’re so fucking good.” God, everything that she does never fails to make you swoon.

The heat in between her thighs could not be ignored anymore, and you know just the right way to deal with it efficiently. By bringing her body closer to yours, your cock makes contact with her crotch, and it drives the both of you to cloud nine. You soon realize how soaked her panties really is—it wasn't hard to make her grind against your shaft. The slickness from earlier’s blowjob really adds to the mixture of pleasure, as each sway of her hips is met with audible squelches. The dopamine courses quickly throughout both of your bodies, and it intrigues you to fall deeper into her sinning.

Yooyeon shrieks when your fingers pull her panties to the side, exposing her glistening pussy to you at long last. Even through the really tight space in between your bodies, your eyes manage to send the image of her lips fully covered in her juices, and dripping down on your cock to your brain. Continuing her hips rhythm onto yours is her breaking point of being discreet, as the skin-to-skin sensation makes her shamelessly spit out every curse words that she knows.

“Please, please, please, just— oh!” Yooyeon’s desperation is cut off when you tease the opening to her hole with your tip.

You really want to break her apart furthermore, but your rational thought comes forward in the heat of the moment, as you automatically place a finger on her lips. “Lower your voice, don’t want anyone to hear us.”

Yooyeon snarls, “Fuck that, let them hear us if they want to. All I need is you inside me. Now.”

There's not a single resistance, let alone purity nor innocence left. Sinners are what both of you are, drowning into the depths of eroticism, unable to rise back up to the risks of reality. You grab the base of your cock steadily, carefully letting it glide on her lips to slightly spread them apart. Holding onto your shoulders, Yooyeon prepares herself mentally and physically to take in all of you, although her body is trembling just from your teasing. It didn’t take long for you to penetrate her pussy with just the first few inches, and it sent both of you to heaven in an instant.

“Fuuuuck…” Yooyeon cries out as her tightness surrounds you the lower her hips descend. Halfway inside her walls renders you to bury your head in her neck, its wetness and warmth is truly remarkable. The pleasure elevates when you feel her fluids leaking onto your crotch once you’re fully buried deep in her.

“You’re so fucking tight, oh my god.” You moan into her ears, before your hands familiarize itself with her slim waist. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Enchanted by your words, Yooyeon grinds her hips as much as she can, squealing in delight even in the smallest of motions. Her walls continue to constrict you with all its might, yet the pain only drives you into wanting more. And that’s exactly what the goddess did, as she began bouncing onto your lap in a slow rhythm. Gripping on her thighs and planting both feet harder to the floor, your hips began to move in a different wavelength than hers, forcing her to take a considerable amount of your length inside.

“You're— fuck, so big, so fucking big! Harder!”

If it wasn’t for the loudness, it's possible that someone may have noticed the suspicious amount of time this room has been occupied. That thought wasn’t in any of your heads whatsoever—breaking it off right now would be meaningless. The risk of being caught in this moment is rather thrilling, and it certainly helps the pressure that’s been building inside you to grow.

“Yesyesyesyesyes!” Her screams resonate within the tile walls. Immediately, you muffle them with a passionate kiss before she gets even more vocal.

Yooyeon has truly lost herself. She doesn't even notice the way her hips are driving faster and harder, her filled pussy continuously seeping out her juices. It’s a breathtaking view from any angle that you can catch with your eyes. Looking up from her ethereal yet depraved expressions, down to her divine body jiggling with each thrust, to the point of impact on both of your crotches—it would be a shame for you to not let out your deepest groans to make her truly understand how you feel.

A sense of dominance comes across your mind. You own her as a whole, and no one deserves her more than you. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop. Fucking cum for me.”

You don’t intend to slow down. As your hips begin pushing up into her roughly, Yooyeon tightens the embrace around your shoulders while profusely moaning into your ears. Eventually, your tip hits deep inside a certain area in her pussy, prompting her body to jerk violently. You stay there for a while before fucking into the same spot once again, this time with much more intensity, sending multiple streams of pure dopamine into the angel who has been tainted with lust.

“Fuck, please, please, make me cum! I wanna cum all over you!”

Your shirt is now soaked in sweat, but that doesn’t deter your adrenaline in the slightest. The force of your thrusts continues to rock Yooyeon’s petite frame, and you gratify her need to reach her climax by latching your lips on her erect nipples anew, the right one being the first. You expertly divide your attention on both tits, and your tongue swirls around them swiftly, letting you taste the saltiness of her sweat. The mix of slick friction on her lower half, the tenacious teasing on her chest and the wordless groans she lets out is enough to lead her into the well-deserved orgasm.

“I’m cumming, oh god, I’m cumming!”

One powerful thrust followed by a high pitched scream, and she explodes on contact. The massive gush of her nectar washes all over your crotch and thighs instantly, while her pussy torturously contracts around your cock, releasing everything that she has. As her body becomes weaker throughout her peak, your thrusts into her haven't died just yet—you’re yearning for the same high that she reached. The wetness escalates, as her squirting prolongs itself to stain your shirt and your seat below.

Still shaky from her climax, Yooyeon struggles to speak up, but her point was acknowledged. “A-Are you c-close?”

You simply nod, and in some way, she manages to come back to her senses to get off from your lap and sink down on her knees, just like earlier. Without any warning, she shoves your cock into her mouth once more, taking away your breath and compelling you to lean against the toilet tank. Her head bobs with precision, not going too deep nor too shallow, but close enough to keep you on this euphoric flow. The unanticipated head is proven to be the consequent snap to your own release, apparent by the excessive heaving of your chest and the twisting tension in your stomach.

“Oh my god, Yooyeon!” You groan out loud just as Yooyeon stuffs you deep in her orifice, her spit drenching you all over and your tip hitting the back of her throat. She withdraws from you with a gasp, and strings of drool trails itself from her lips to your shaft. Her fingers wrap around you straight away, moving back and forth expertly, assisted by the tormenting slurps on its underside.

“Fuck, you look so adorable moaning away like that.” She means it well, given by the increased pace at her strokes, licks and sucks on your member.

There’s nothing that can turn both of you away now. She’s getting what she needs, and you’re on the brink of manifesting it to reality. “Shit, Yooyeon, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cover my face, please? I want it all over me.”

Her gaze full of admiration and wonder is the last thing you see before your vision becomes a blurry mess and your vocal cords let out a shattered grunt, marking it as the last step over the edge to your release. In a split second, long streaks of white cum spurt out of your cock, painting all over the godly facial features of Kim Yooyeon. The hot semen marks its territory on her sharp nose, her flushed cheeks, her closed eyes and most importantly, her slightly ajar mouth.

As the last few drops land upon her chin, you take in the beautiful mess that you have created. You wish that you could save this deep memory—or rather, engrave it into your brain somehow of Yooyeon’s gorgeous look, completely covered in a coating of your semen, and it eventually drips down to her breasts and shoulders. It is truly a magnificent sight to behold, and you can never ask for anything better.

“Wow…” you weakly mutter while Yooyeon sucks the remains of your cum out of your tip. On top of that, she swipes some of the mess on her face with her fingers and licks it off cleanly to get a proper taste of you.

“Delicious.” Yooyeon responds with a hearty giggle. “Thank you, darling. This is what I really need.”

The cleanup didn’t take very long, as the essentials for it are already arranged in the room. Yooyeon quickly settles herself, so in order to avoid any suspicions, you ask her to join in with her members first. She agrees, and leaves you with a sweet kiss on your cheek before going outside.

Although Yooyeon is able to sneak out the door silently, a tall figure creeps up behind her unnoticed.

“What were you doing in there?” Yooyeon jumps in shock and looks behind towards the well-known voice.

Her nervousness was blatant. “Uhh, I had a really bad stomach ache—”

“I saw everything unnie. You didn’t lock the door.”

Yooyeon sighs and facepalms herself for her recklessness. “Shit. Don’t tell anyone please! I’ll do anything!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” She smirks. “But you need to keep a secret for me too!”

“What are you— Hey!” She runs off into the bathroom before Yooyeon could say anything further. “Aish, this girl…”

While you take your sweet time in cleaning up and recovering yourself, the door suddenly opens up.

“Excuse me, is this where I get to fuck?”

Your eyes widen upon the unexpected encounter. “X-Xinyu?!”

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note; now THIS is a fucking BFH. goodness gracious, yooyeon fucked me up in so many ways with these pictures.

i did kept my promise of having a longer story this time, even though this was definitely not in the plans LMAO but yeah, next one will be much more longer, more epic and definitely, more seggs. shoutout to @chunksworld for the quick beta read!

like always, thank you so much for reading, hope you guys enjoyed this one, and have a flawless day! <3

#triples smut #yooyeon smut #triples #yooyeon #kpop smut #kpop fanfiction #male reader #reader insert #Spotify

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b1mb0staars · 7 months ago

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"...𝕀'𝕞 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕤𝕪"

Drunk!Izuku midoriya x tipsy!fem!reader

Cw: Reader gets felt up, pda, affectionate petting, teasing, pregnancy mentioned, might seem like dubcon? Tell me if it does, unprotected sex, Drunk sex?, dirty talk kind of.

Writing this was slightly embarrassing cause I used my own experiences to make it slightly more realistic since I've never written full on smut (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

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The bustle of the night club could be heard. Flashing lights, people dancing their hearts out, it was all a blur.

She could hear the chatter of the people around her, though she wasn't necessary paying much attention to it.

Warm rough hands trail up and down your stomach, a soft hum in her ear as lips grazed her neck.

"You're so warm.." his tone slurred as he purred in her ear. She let out a chuckle, letting her fingers trail along his forearm.

"I can smell the liquor on you." Her voice light as she teased him.

She leaned into his sweet kisses against her neck as she looked around them. They sat comfortably in a booth seat in the back of the club, but she was still mindful of her surroundings.

She felt him hum against her neck, sucking a mark into her skin.

"I can smell it on you too." Izuku whispered in her ear. She felt his hand trail up to her breast, she caught it before he could grab at her and placed it on the table.

"You can't just- feel me up in public babe." He let out a whine, placing his chin on her shoulder "Sorry.."

Her hand reached around to cradle his face. He leaned into the feeling with a smile. "You're just so...hot. I can't resist."

His breath was hot in her ear, a shiver running up her spine as she pushed him away.

"Don't talk in my ear.." her voice was barley a mumble as she spoke.

A smirk spread across his lips as he easily peeled her hand away, moving closer to her. "Y'know you're no better then me, you're thighs keep rubbing together in my lap.." she let his hand trail down her body to her thighs.

He groped and kneaded the soft supple skin as he continued, "I know, you can feel my...problem against your lower back..~" he whispered in her.

She let out a huff, pulling his hands away, ultimately ignoring his claims "I'm saving you from waking up and possibly seeing an article about you feeling up your fiance in a night club." She turned around in his arms as she softly spoke, her lips so close to his.

Izuku's lips parted slightly, his breath becoming heavier as he tried to lean in.

"Or...is that something you want?" Her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. His lips curled up into a smirk.

"mmm...~ knowing my fans they'd like it." He snarkly said back, leaning in to kiss her.

With a giggle, she dodged him. Shaking her head she poked his cheek, "well, as the less intoxicated person, I still say no."

He let out a whine, "Damn...was really hoping to sneak into the bathroom for a quickie."

"Good god deku." She giggled as she got up out of his lap.

"Not the hero name... oh?" He sat up with her, his legs were slightly wobbly. She let him lean his weight against her. "I'm assuming you're gonna drive us home?"

She nodded as she led them out of the club.

"you're such a good girlfriend. Mmm.. you're sooo nice." His words slurred, she made sure to stay close to him as they made their way over to his car.

As they approached, she leaned him against the car. Standing in front of him, she let her lay gently on his chest. A smile on her face as she looked at him, "You're so cute Izuku.~" She leaned up and gave him a quick kiss.

Before he could deepen it, he felt her pull away to open the passenger seat for him, he sighed, sitting in the car and letting her close his door.

Izuku watched her walk around to the driver's side and sit in the car, observing her. As she opened the driver's side and got in the car she leaned over to him go grab his keys.

Feeling for his keys in his pants pocket she saw his hands grab her wrist. She gave him a look of confusion.

"If you instead just wanted to do this in the car you could've said that..." She gave him a scoff, pulling her wrists out of his grip and taking his keys from his side pocket.

"You're a trip y'know that?" She states as she starts up the car, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.

Izuku smiled, "I know right?" He watched as they pasted by buildings, watching the way the lights of the night blurred together as she drove. The cool feeling of the window helped the dizzying feeling he felt.

The car was filled with calming silence as she drove them to their apartment. Izuku rested his head back as he watched her drive, a doppy grin on his lips. As she pulled into the parking lot she made sure to park the car.

Taking the car out of drive, she looked over to him, catching his gaze. She smiled, "What?"

"nothing, just thinking about you."

"anything in particular?"

"How much I love you." Izuku leaned over the console slightly, making sure to slightly crowd her. He grabbed her right hand, fiddling with the ring on her ring finger.

She let him fiddle with her ring as she listened to his murmurs, "Whenever I imagine us married, I think of you in this big poofy white and pink dress. Pink is such your color..."

She gave him a small smile, leaning forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. Izuku turned his head to kiss her lips.

The slight taste of liquor still present as he tried to deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping against her bottom lip.

With a giggle, she pulled away while still keep the close proximity. His breathing was slow as he kept his eye closed, "I also think alot about our honeymoon..." He sighed out.

She playfully rolled her eyes, "Like what?"

He smirked as he leaned in close to her ear, "Maybe...me getting you pregnant? Or just the act of it."

The car was getting stuffy. The tension being built was too much for her, she opened her door letting some of the cool night air into the car.

Izuku watched as she walked around to his side of the car to get him out. Stepping out of the car he looked down at her with a shrug of his shoulders, "or I could do it right now? Get you pregnant before we even plan out the wedding?"

She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to be at her level. "Babe?"

His eyes was widened and his face was red, "Y-yeah?"

"Shut up." She let go of his shirt as she made her way to the front door of their apartment complex.

Izuku's silence only lasted the trip up to his apartment. As they entered the living room he watched as she took her shoes off and walked through his apartment. He calmly followed her into his bedroom as he watched her take the dress off to put on a shirt.

She made a show of crawling onto the bed, a brief smile on her face, "I can feel you staring." She rolled over on her back as she beckoned him onto the bed.

He frantically took his clothes off too, almost falling when he tried to remove his pants. Being left only in his underwear he crawled his way over to her. Lifting her shirt (his shirt) up to put his head under.

She giggled as she felt him kiss her belly, "What are you doing?" She squealed as he started to tickle her sides.

"Stop! What are you doing!?" She felt him chuckle against her skin as his fingers stopped. His kisses slowed down as he kissed up her sternum to her breasts, "Why do you still have your bra on if we're gonna go to sleep soon?"

"You want to go to sleep?" He whined as he lifted up the shirt to look at her with a pout, "You're sending me mixed messages.."

She laughed as she ran her hands through his hair, "I'm sorry, it's just fun to tease you."

He let out a huff as he swiftly ripped her bra in two as he pulled the shirt up over her chest.

"Deku?! What the hell that was my favorite br-" he leaned down and kissed her nipple. His other hand groped her neglected breast as he looked up at her.

His half lidded eyes glowed green as he flicked his tongue over her nipple. Closing his lips around it he gave it a quick suck before pulling away. He stared down at her, "You play too much.."

She smirked, she lifted her thigh up to graze against his groin, "You love it." He shrugged as he leaned down to kiss at her neck.

He shamelessly humped against her thigh as his left hand trailed down her body to her panties. He grabbed the front of the panties and pulled up, she let out a moan, the feeling of the Cotton panties rubbed against her clit.

"You're so pretty.." he pulled away from her neck and laid his head on her chest. Pulling her panties to the side he softly rubbed his finger against her slit, "Oh?"

Dipping his finger inside he pulled back out, "Mm... You're soaked.." She covered her face with her hands, a muffled 'shut up' coming from her.

"Being so high and mighty but you were soaking your panties the whole time? Terrible."

He pulled her hands away from her face, looking down at her with a smile, "I think it's cute." Two of his fingers dipped in her entrance as he kept talking.

"You're kind of a hypocrite though. Listen to how you sound, I'm not even doing anything." He chuckled as he set a steady peace, the sounds coming from her pussy making his head dizzy.

She let out a whine of his name as she looked up at him. He gave her a kiss as he quicken his pace, swallowing up her moans.

He felt her legs start to shake as she closed her legs around his wrist. He continued the pace before he pulled away from her.

After removing both of their underwear he positioned himself at her entrance, her legs folded to her chest as he watched the tip slip in.

They both sighed when he filled her up, a shudder ran up his spine before he started on a slow pace.

The slow yet deep in and out push of his thrusts were a lot for her.

He felt her foot against his chest as she tried to push away, grabbing her calves he gently pushed her legs up to her ears as he sped up his pace.

He leaned his head down closer towards her ear, his whimpers and grunts causing her to moan.

"This...this was all I wanted. I c-could tell you did too, you just- ah~ like to play with my emotions." He breathlessly stated as he felt his orgasm building up.

She pulled him down into a kiss, she moved her hips up to meet his thrusts as he sped up more.

The kiss was sloppy, she ran her hands through his hair as she felt her orgasms run through her. A content moan left his lips as he helped her through her orgasm.

He pulled out to not overstimulate her and frantically rubbed his dick between her thighs.

He let out a moan if her name, cum splattering on her stomach.

With a sigh he collapsed onto her and the both of them immediately fell asleep.

The next morning Izuku woke up to a few articles of him kissing his fiance in the back of a club.

Izuku: Dam...

(he stayed home with you all day and y'all gave each other the aftercare you missed)

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This took so long to make! Sorry I had school and I'm finna have exams soon. Also I feel like I didn't do the smut good, tell me what you think tho :]

#deku smut #deku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku midoriya smut #izuku smut #izuku x reader #deku x y/n #izuku x you #mha fanfiction #mha smut

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