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computer play banana man by tally hall
#it's stuck in my head#tally hall#do you want a banana?#peel it down and go mmm mmm mmm#do you want A BANANA?#dis banana for you 👉👈
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[136] Do you want a banana?
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Do you want a banana?
Uh.. okay?
#asks#Peel it down and go mm mm mm mm#Do you want a banana#this banana for you#TONIGHT WE DANCE#AROUND THE FLAME#AND THEN WE GET TO PLAY SPIRIT GAME#SPIRIT NAMES WE SHOUT OUT LOUD#SHAKE THE THUNDER FROM THE SPIRIT CLOUD#ALL THE SONG BIRDS IN THE TREE#CHANT A TUNE TO LET THE SPIRITS FREE#THEN WE SEE THEM IN THE NIGHT#SPIRITS JUMPING BY THE FIRE LIGHT#DO YOU WANT A BANANA#PEEL IT DOWN AND GO MM MMM MM MMMMM
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riding buff gojo raw >_^
satoru just loves how soft you feel on his clothed body. your chubby mellow thighs snug against his own as you lean him up against the headboard. your hips digging to the bottom of his torso when you push to kiss him soo lovingly.
kissing him like he’ll disappear if you let his face go. and satoru kisses you back with more love. a couple worshipping each other passionately. after a few pecks just for good measure, he admires you carefully. fixing the turned strap of your thin tank top and sides of your creased panties, “so beautiful, angel.”
you squeeze his thick, hard bicep as he strokes your neck with one hand and holds your hip in the other.
kissing his soft wrist, “let me ride you, ‘toru.”
“mmm,” he hums, “go ahead, baby.”
like routine, you sit back just behind his bulge and tug down on his pants, tossing them. your mouth going dry at the sight of his cock tightly snug under his boxers, which are later thrown to the same pile. he naturally grabs a large condom from the nightstand, tearing it open with his teeth before rolling it down his length.
although curious, he distracts himself from watching you tie your hair up out of your face. only stopping after he’s completed it down, watching how you back up some more to lean down to his thighs.
you kiss the pale skin around his now plump base, pecking at the white hairs below his navel. you continue this act of sudden calm. peppering your love around your favorite, keeping your eyes on his covered cock, licking teasingly at the latex. gojo feels himself throb at your tranquility, your patience making him feel dazed.
“what’s up with you, baby? so eager before –” his amused smile dropping lightly when you look back up at him. he recognizes that ruttish desire behind your eyes, your wide gaze conveying so much more.
you tongue at the loose tip of the condom, sliding your tongue down to the base ring. opening your mouth just a little more, revealing your teeth and biting carefully. you keep the eye contact, enjoying how hypnotized the big guy looked. you peel it back off and throw it down to the pile of clothes. the pile of things keeping him away from you. before he can call any objections, you move closer to him, “know you wan’ it, ‘toru.”
sultry, so sensual he thinks as you discard your other restrictions. soft top and pretty bra gone. you keep a steady hold on his shoulders as he holds his now raw cock up for you to sink down on.
“you bratty girl, could’ve just told me you wanted to feel me from the in–side,” his head sexily throws back as he lets out a loud groan. your cunt fluttering against the new feeling of skin to skin, his sticky tip pushing through your tight, hot walls.
“but you just had to pull off a little show, huh?” he gathers his composure and dominance, his big hands finding their way to the fat of your hips as you sit with him bottomed out inside.
“i‘m sorry, ‘toru.” your little apology meaning nothing when you cry out moans as you move up and down and up and down on his lap.
“huh, shit, guess it’s fine, pretty. feels s’fucking good. lucky you’re cute.”
you slowly lose stamina but keep humping down against him, keeping yourself caved into his neck. breathing heavily into his sweaty neck before whining softly into his ear. your noises make him twitch and pulse inside you. your bounces regain power after feeling a thick vein rub against your sweet spot, which also happens to be gojo’s most sensitive part. quickly, you move to chase your high, the burning sensation of being so so so close so fast sends you blabbering.
“gonna come, satoru, i’m gonna c–ome…!” your pretty fingers dig into his neck and back, leaving red marks that he can’t focus on,
“mhhm, gonna come too, baby, keep going. ohmygod ‘m never gonna fuck you with that stupid shit again, jus’ raw from now, yeah? feel this pretty pussy on my cock.” how could he have gone so long without feeling you? really feeling you? having your moans ring in his ears and your pretty soft body squished on his strong, lean one was already so perfect. but having your bare cunt squeeze and hug his cock sent him to the edge, literally.
his hard grip bruises your waist as he shoots out a thick heavy load right against your cervix. he swears he heard you mumble thank you’s as you come around him. the fuzzy warmth from his cum and dizziness from your intense orgasm overwhelms you and you lean up against him to lay on him. satoru kisses your sweet scented hair, deciding he’s throwing out every rubber in the house!
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Jinx who has sexsomnia…

mdni. needy sub-bottom jinx. fem-top reader. dub con. somno. sexsomnia. short drabble.
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jinx has always had a vivid imagination. her creative yet chaotic mind is something she’ll never be rid of, so it makes sense when that transfers over into her REM state of sleep.
she used to have night terrors—relentless, haunting things that made sleep feel like a battleground. but since meeting you, she says the nightmares have subsided. as long as you’re sleeping beside her, jinx’s dreams are nothing more than a quiet, endless void—a darkness that, for once, feels safe.
but you have an inkling as to what she really dreams about now. because every night, once she drifts deep enough, her hips begin shifting, moving lazily against your leg.
it starts off languid, almost imperceptible, but the further her dreams pull her under, her movements grow more insistent, more intense. soft whines escape her chapped lips, her breath hitching as she unconsciously seeks out friction. even in her sleep, she's desperate for something just out of reach, lost in a world of sensation she won't remember in the morning.
you can feel it—the heat of her pussy, the dampness seeping through her thin, pink panties, smearing against your bare thigh. she’s soaked, wet and sticky, sloppy in her haste to make herself come.
her fingers twitch where they rest on the sheets, grasping at nothing, moaning sleepily, “uhh, uhh, mmm.”
you tense your thigh, helping to create more pleasurable friction while jinx humps you like a dumb mutt, and you wonder what she’s dreaming about. is she remembering how you stuffed her needy pussy full of cock earlier that day? how you fingered her in that gross, grimy alleyway the other week, making her cry?
her slutty body is completely debauched while her face is peaceful with sleep, mirroring a fallen angel. the juxtaposition is amusing—funny almost—and so is the way jinx’s pussy always needs your constant attention, even in a state of rest.
she’s teasing you and she doesn’t even know it.
every night she only sleeps in a little pair of panties, her legs and torso bare, pink nipples pebbled due to the bite of chilly air. and right now, all you want is to push her panties to the side, to stuff your nose inside her cunt until her pheromones make you feel drunk, to kitten-lick her little hole while her arousal soaks your chin like honey nectar, to feel her spongy walls cling to your fingers like a corset drawn too tight.
her nose is wiggling like a bunny, pink tongue sticking out between her parted lips. you imagine she’s dreaming of kissing you now, of how you fuck your tongue inside her mouth until she grows dumb, how all she can do is hang onto you for comfort while you ravage her sweet lips.
she’s such a needy little thing, always relying on you to make her grow stupid and mindless.
jinx looks so sexy like this; vulnerable and trusting, unaware of the depraved thoughts running through her own mind. the bed is starting to creak and shake with the strength behind her thrusts and you’re surprised she hasn’t woken up yet.
you know she’s getting close because she’s humping against you sloppy and staccato now. her panties are nothing more than a sopping, squelching mess every time they make contact with your thigh. you can hear the obscene sound clearly in the quiet of your bedroom, the way the soaked fabric clings and sticks to jinx’s swollen pussy lips, only to peel away with a lewd, wet schlick.
her eyebrows are creased and she’s panting with more desperation. your own cunt throbs in sympathy.
”that’s it, baby. let it out, there ya go,” you murmur, brushing her bangs from her eyes.
and she listens to you—despite her unconscious state—because she comes against your thigh suddenly. her back arches like a drawn bow and her pussy is scalding hot like lava, a fresh flood of arousal gushing out of her tight hole.
her pink tongue lolls out, dripping down her chin with drool as she pants and mewls, drowning in the sensations that consume her dreaming mind. and as quickly as it began, it's over. jinx goes limp, collapsing against the mattress like a puppet with its strings cut. her little chest heaves as she gulps down air, her skin flushed in the darkness.
she settles back into the mattress, one of her thighs still thrown carelessly over your hip, pinning you in place. you don’t mind, finding a perverse sense of comfort in jinx’s claim on you, even in her sleep.

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𝑾𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆
synopsis: both of you want control, but who will win?
warnings: SMUT , unprotected sex, choking, and more.
ʚ with love and big tits, Rose ɞ
The night had ended beautifully. A fancy dress of mine had been cascaded down my shoulders, revealing my bare figure to my boyfriend, Matt. He stood thirsty, glancing over my body as his hands found a resting position on my shoulders, pulling me close as he let his lips hover over my neck.
“My pretty girl, fuck,” he breathes out before enveloping his lips around the delicate skin. I shiver in delight as his warm tongue darts circles into my neck, the sensation bringing my body to curl closer to his.
It all feels so good—so warm. His breath fans over the damp skin while he trails his lips higher. As his fingers dart to grab my chin and tilt my head upward, I yank my hand playfully through his hair.
Matt moans at the light tug. His lips suction around the skin below my jaw, directly on my pulse. I feel the beat of my heart quicken as it echoes through my ears.
“Mmm, baby,” he purrs.
His pinched fingers on my chin tug down. My eyes flutter closed as his lips swallow mine, a desperate flick of his tongue shooting an electric jolt through my stomach and down to my core.
Wandering hands catch me off guard. The pads of his fingers pinch gently at my nipple, rolling the bud with a passionate movement.
“Oh, Matt…” I breathe out.
Clenching my fingers tighter in his scalp, his tongue darts in my open mouth. The warm muscle wandering around my mouth explores every corner and deep void in my mouth. Salvia is mixed and sloppily smeared carelessly as I open my lips wider for him.
It all feels so intoxicating. Cool air dances on my baby hairs along my body, but his touch curates the heating warmth spreading down the middle of my stomach and down between my hips.
Slow and passionate is the way to describe how he pushes and lays me onto the bed. He peels away from my mouth, tugging his shirt off quickly before reconnecting his lips to mine. One of his hands holds his weight up, cradling around the crown of my head as the other squeezes up and down my waist.
I bend my knee up, hooking my foot on the waist of his pants.
“Take ‘em off for me, pretty boy,” I heave.
He grins as he pulls away. Unbuttoning and zipping the fly down, he kicks the fabric off onto the floor.
“There ya go,” I praise.
Matt squints his eyes down at me from the sultry tone. Grinning sickly at me, he starts to lower himself back on top of me.
“Aren’t you gonna take it all off for me, baby?” I taunt with a playful pout.
Matt stands back up, pulling down the remaining clothing separating our naked bodies. His thirsty eyes fawn over my bare skin as he licks his tongue over his pearly teeth.
I know that look—-the look where he wants to eat me.
“Matt, baby, aren’t you gonna let me ride you, hm?”
My words are meaningless to the hungry man as he towers back over me, cradling me and squeezing my hip.
“Mmmmm, but sweetheart…” he moves downward, his lips tickling over the rim of my ear. “--don’t you want me to fuck you? Get you nice and full, pounding that pussy till ya scream…” he purrs as his lips press onto my neck, hot and warmth firing my skin as he trails the kiss down the middle of my chest.
It had never been this much of an issue before. Sure, we were both switches, but our energies always matched.
Not right now though.��
I try to throw him off and straddle him, failing as he presses his hips into mine, his dick sliding through my folds upwards. As the veins of his hard cock run along my clit, my stomach sucks in with a pulsating shock.
“C’mon,” he starts sliding his hips, thrusting and creating more friction. My stomach drops from the sensation, my feet digging into the bed as I swallow back a moan. “---don’t you want me to pound ya? You won’t have to worry about anything, I’ll take good care of you.”
His deep voice makes the hairs along my neck stand up straight. The thrust of his hips stutter as he reaches a hand between our bodies. I feel myself clench around nothing as the tip of his cock, covered in warm pre-cum, prods at my entrance.
I almost give in. My hips agitate my body to roll and suck in his dick and let him pound me.
Almost.
His balance is wavered by his hand between our bodies. I grin as I quickly swing my legs.
“Oh—”
Matt gasps as our position is changed in the quick instant. Grasping onto my hips, he tries to pull me upward.
“Babyyyyy, I wanna fuck you,” he complaines.
I coo at his distressed eyebrows. A sympathetic pout on my face is clouded by a smirk as I align his cock in me.
“Shit—” he hisses as I sink down onto his cock. His head is thrown back, exposing his neck to me as he groans.
As I bottom out, I look down to see a bulge in my stomach. His dick.
“Ugh….” I roll my hips teasingly. Matt bites hard on his lips trying to muffle a whimper as he cranes his neck to stare down at our bodies grinding together. “--look how good you fill me, sweet boy…” I trail off.
I gather my weight upward before sinking down on him again. His nails dig into my hips, piercing into my skin with a slight stinging pain.
“I–mmmph—wanna fuck my girl, sweetheart,” his mouth lets out a shaky breath as I start to find a slow pace. “Ohhhh…c’mon, pretty girl,” My stomach tightens with a tense pulse. His dick poking deep inside with each roll of my hips has my skin growing hotter and hotter.
“Just, fuck,” I plant my hands behind my back on his thighs, thrusting my hips upwards before plopping back on him repeatedly. “--just feel good, baby. You’re—-my gawd, you’re deep.”
Heavy pants and moans leave my mouth from each movement. My throat burns slightly as I start to ache, an incessant pressure claiming my body and moving my hips faster.
“Oh god, Matt,”
The moan is turned into a shriek as I feel his wet thumb press onto my clit. Looking down, I see his hooded eyes glancing at his hand as he maneuvers his fingers to swipe up and across the bud with increasing pressure.
“Mmmmm, yeah, baby, keep doing that for me,” I encourage.
But, the words are avoided. His actions stop all together as both his hands callus around my hips.
“Matt—” I whine out.
A scream rips through my throat, stripping a burning raw pulse. Matt thrust into me ruthlessly, fucking his cock even deeper as he claws onto my hips.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he grits between his teeth. Skin slapping echoes as I lean forward, desperately resting my palms to clasp onto his shoulders for stability. “Take my fucking dick in that pussy, fuck yeah,” he huffs, grunting as he swallows more of my skin in his hands.
My mind goes numb as I dig my nails into his back. The slap of our skin leaves me feeling the foreshadowing bruise of his harsh thrusts. Sinking pleasure knots in the pit of my gut, leaving my mouth agape as I let out a shaken scream.
With the sudden reliance on his body for balance, Matt easily wraps his hands around my waist and rolls our bodies with him landing on top of me.
His rough hand grips tightly onto my ankle, swinging the singular leg over his shoulder. Pistoning his cock deep into me with grunts falling from his lips, I feel myself get teary eyed. Ruts of his tip pinning after the deep tissue buried inside of me leaves me breathless and heaving, unable to voice anything but helpless gasps of air.
“My pretty girl,” Matt leans down, licking a stripe up my neck. The warm salvia makes my pulse vibrate into my ears, the cool air intensifying the feeling. “---gettin’ all fucked dumb on my big dick, hm?” he taunts.
No words come to mind as my body tenses and arches into him. Pounding is a blanket term for how hard his dick is burying selfishly inside of me, deep and powerful thrusts knocking each breath out from my chest as I claw onto his arms.
“Who’s in charge, sweetheart,” his hand grasps onto my shoulder, pushing down as I feel him banging against my organs. My body lurches as he hits just the right spot. The bed beneath my back disappears as my chest and stomach rub along his skin.
Leaning his head into the crook of my neck, his body weight rests on mine, pushing me to the bed. Sloppy kisses are strung along my collarbone and neck as he speeds up the rutting of his hips.
“C’mon,” he bites down harshly on the canyon of my collarbone. I screech, feeling my body convulse around him. “---who’s.” Deeper. His cock hits deeper with the sulled word. “--in. Charge.”
Each word is interrupted by a slap of skin. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I feel his finger clasp on the side of my neck. He’s practically yanking me down with the collar to meet his aggressive pace.
“I….you! I—-mmmph, Matt. So close—-so,”
Hot white bliss consumes me as my hips flex upwards to suck him in deeper. The bottom of my gut desperately clenches around him as I feel his beckoning thrusts chase faster.
“Fuckin’ suckin’ me dry, sweetheart. Fuck,” his forehead rests limp on my sore collarbone as his routinely thrusts falter with speed. “Mmmmm, fuckin’ love filling the pussy, god…”
My breath finally escapes my lungs as he slows to a stop, his dick still crooked deep inside of me as he rests his entire tense body to a relaxed state. The high fades as I feel the warmth off his cum spurt inside, rolling down his cock inside of me and seeping out.
“Ugh,” I groan out, letting my heaving chest collect rough breaths of air.
“What’s up, sweetheart? Finally got words?” Matt teases.
I push on his shoulders playfully.
“I already feel soreeeeee,” I whine out.
I feel Matt’s chest vibrate with a chuckle. His chin lightly rests on my chest as I peep my eyes open to see him grinning proudly at me. He lands a soft peck on my lips, digging his dick further into me. As I yelp against his lips, he smiles.
Matt pulls away with the same soft smile, admiring my face as he strokes strands of hair behind my ear.
“Mmmm,” he sighs out.
I give him a loving glance, appreciating the warmth in my gut as he stays connected to me. “Good.” he breathes.
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RAW, NEXT QUESTION
A/N: saw a vid of all these dirty tiktok comments and just knew i had to write something like this hehe
WORD COUNT: 1k
WARNING: just some dirty talk i guess?
SUMMARY: You decide to get Harry hot and bothered with some of the most unhinged sayings you learned from Tiktok.
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Harry has always joked about how chronically online you are and quite frankly, you can’t argue with him. You definitely enjoy rotting on the couch after a long and tiring day and just scrolling through Tiktok. Your For You Page is usually pretty on the spot and perfectly curated for your taste and humor. It’s like a treat after being an adult for a whole day.
Harry spends quite some time on different apps as well, but it’s just different for him, he doesn’t really engage with all the trends and micro trends that happen online, while you live for those. You absolutely love the memes, the poorly edited videos, the funny lines that just stick with you and you even catch yourself using them in real life as well.
And Harry loves teasing you for that. He often jokes about you being a teenager at the ripe age of twenty-eight, to which you just usually roll your eyes. But one instance kind of turns the tables.
One morning, after you’ve been out with your girlfriends the night before you’re stumbling out of the bedroom quite late, finding your boyfriend in the kitchen, already making you the breakfast you usually crave after drinking a bit too much. But this time he is standing by the stove in a pair of light grey sweatpants and your pink apron, nothing else. His hair is tousled, his tattoos are on display and he just looks incredibly delicious as he cooks for you.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” he smiles at you when he sees you climb onto a stool by the kitchen island.
“Mmm,” is all you can get out as you can’t take your eyes off of you. He catches you eyeing him, a pleased grin stretching across his face as he flips a piece of bacon in the pan.
“Like what you see?” he asks teasingly and before you could think of your answer, the words spill out of you.
“Raw, next question.”
Harry chokes on his breath, his ears go red instantly as he gives you a wide-eyed look.
“Uh what?” he asks with a laugh and you notice him shifting from one leg to the other a bit nervously.
“What, caught you by surprise?” you grin at him.
“Where did that come from?”
“It’s a Tiktok thing,” you shrug, but the gears are already turning in your head.
If this comment got him so hot and bothered, you’d love to try out all the other unhinged sayings that circulate on the app. So you got to work.
In your notes app, you collect a rather long list of them that you’d like to drop on him at the right moment and then you wait.
And the moments luckily come.
A few days later you have a particularly bad day at work and Harry knew, because you texted him all day. So he welcomes you home with a nice, hot bath, candles around the tub and a bottle of wine already waiting for you with two glasses. Standing at the door you look at him with adoring eyes and then you drop a bomb.
“I mean, I’m not a waitress, but I would take your tip.”
You see his pupils grow instantly.
“Y/N,” he growls as you just smirk at him. A moment later his hands are already peeling your clothes off. You don’t even make it into the tub, because you take more than just his tip on the counter.
The next time happens when he cooks dinner for you, the pasta he makes so well and is one of your favorites. Sitting at the table you watch him fill your plate with the delicious looking, creamy pasta and you just say with a sigh: “Mm, but why is he filling my plate and not me?”
The spaghetti spoon drops from his hand, back into the pot and he almost drops the plate as well. You can’t hold back your laugh as he puts it down and leans back in his seat, raking through his hair with pink cheeks and a cheeky smirk that also reflects his disbelief that you just said that.
“Everything alright, baby?” you ask with an innocent look. He shakes his head with a chuckle and goes back to the pasta, but you already know you’ll be his dessert.
The best one however happens publicly. One of your friends has a grill party when the weather is finally warm enough and you split for a bit, engaging in different circles. Harry looks incredibly good, wearing a colorful shirt with a few buttons undone, so he is flaunting quite a bit of his chest. He is nursing a beer, sunglasses hiding his pretty eyes and he recently shaved, but left his mustache, so he looks… extraordinarily good in your opinion.
But others notice it too, the girls you’re chatting with mention his new facial hair style and they share your view of it looking amazing. As if Harry could sense that you’re talking about him, he turns to you and then starts walking towards your little circle.
“Woah, get a load of this guy!” one of the girls jokingly calls out and you reply instantly.
“Oh, I’m trying to!”
Harry stops in his tracks as the girls start cheering and whistling at your comment. Slowly, a smirk tugs on his mouth as he takes the last few steps towards you, curling an arm around your shoulders and tugging you close so only you can hear when he says: “Oh you will get more than just a load when we get home.”
And you can’t hold back the smirk when you turn to look at him, catching him arching an eyebrow at you. It’s certain he thinks he got you speechless, but then you up it one more.
“Hmm, but something is off,” you pretend to think deep and he gets serious as well.
“What–” He doesn’t get to finish before you look him in the eyes and continue.
“Ah, nevermind. It’s just my clothes.”
He lets out a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head.
“You’re banned from using that app ever again,” he says, kissing into your hair and you just shrug with a triumphant smile.
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RAIN CHECK — dick grayson x reader
WARNINGS: smut, interrupted sex
The universe was actively conspiring against you and Dick Grayson.
It had been an entire month since you had gotten your hands on him properly, and every single time you tried, something interrupted. At first, it was almost funny—a minor inconvenience, a little bad luck. But after the sixth time? It was personal.
Attempt one: A perfect date night. Wine, candles, your dress slipping off your shoulders as Dick kissed down your neck. Then—his comms buzzed. Emergency. Gotham needed Nightwing.
Attempt two: A weekend getaway. Just the two of you in a cozy cabin. No crime, no distractions. Just as things were heating up? Your best friend called in full-blown crisis mode. She’d just been dumped and showed up at your door, crying into your robe.
Attempt three: The worst one. You were actually naked this time, pinned under him on your bed, fingers tangled in his hair, both of you breathless. Then—Alfred called. And you both knew better than to ignore that call.
And on and on it went.
A car chase. A literal explosion. Jason barging into Dick’s apartment unannounced, flopping onto the couch with a “Don’t mind me.”
By week three, you were beyond frustrated. At week four, you were considering drastic measures.
So, tonight? It was happening. No interruptions. No excuses.
Dick had just finished patrol when you called, your voice dripping with honey.
“Hey, handsome. You busy?”
He smirked, already peeling off his domino mask as he entered his apartment. “Not anymore. What’s up?”
You bit your lip. “I’m home alone… and I was thinking about you.”
That got his attention.
“Yeah?” His voice dropped an octave.
“Mhm. And I may or may not be wearing a satin robe and absolutely nothing underneath it.”
Silence. Then a sharp exhale.
“Give me ten minutes,” he said, already grabbing his keys.
You grinned, twirling a piece of your hair. “I was hoping for five, but I’ll take it.”
“Brat,” he muttered affectionately before hanging up.
He was on his bike in seconds, weaving through the streets of Blüdhaven, hell-bent on getting to you.
And then, because fate had a twisted sense of humor, he saw the flashing lights.
A bank robbery.
“Son of a—”
Gritting his teeth, he veered toward the chaos, pulling on his mask mid-ride. He parked a block away and hit his comm.
“Babe, change of plans. Quick detour.”
You sighed, swirling your wine in your glass. “Should I even ask?”
“Bank robbery. Five guys. Shouldn’t take long.”
You took a sip. “Mmm, take your time. I’ll just be here… in my robe… all alone.”
Dick groaned. “You’re evil.”
Then you heard it—the unmistakable sounds of combat. Grunts, the crack of a punch landing, the sharp zing of his escrima sticks.
Then gunfire.
You tensed, gripping the stem of your glass. “Dick?”
“Still here, babe,” he gritted out, followed by a loud thud—probably a body hitting the floor.
You rolled your eyes, propping your feet up on the coffee table. “You better not be getting shot while I’m sitting here half-naked waiting for you.”
“Not a scratch, promise.”
More scuffling, then silence. A second later, his voice came through, breathless but victorious.
“Alright, I’m back on the bike. ETA four minutes.”
You smirked. “Mmm, you gonna make it up to me, Nightwing?”
“You have no idea.”
You bit your lip. “Hurry, baby.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You hung up, anticipation thrumming through you.
And, true to his word, exactly four minutes later, your living room window slid open.
Dick stepped inside, still in full Nightwing gear, his hair wind-swept and messy. His mask was on, but you could see the heat in his gaze as he looked at you—your satin robe loose around your body, wine glass still in hand.
“Hi,” you purred.
He exhaled, shaking his head with a grin. “God, I missed you.”
Then he was on you, his lips crashing against yours, lifting you effortlessly.This time, nothing was going to interrupt. His lips crashed against yours, hot and desperate, like he had been starving for this just as much as you had. His gloved hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, the cool material of his suit contrasting with the warmth of your bare skin beneath your robe.
You barely had a moment to breathe before he was walking you backward, his mouth never leaving yours. You let out a soft gasp as the backs of your knees hit the couch, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.
“You’re still in your suit,” you murmured against his lips, fingers tracing the emblem on his chest.
“Couldn’t wait,” he admitted, voice husky. “Didn’t even take off my boots.”
You smirked, running your hands up his chest, feeling the hard lines of his armor. “Well, I do like a man in uniform.”
Dick groaned, dropping his head to your neck, kissing along your pulse point. “You are so lucky I love you.”
You grinned, tilting your head to give him better access. “Mm, I really am.”
His hands slid to the tie of your robe, his fingers brushing over the silky fabric. He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his expression dark with want. “Can I?”
You exhaled slowly, nodding. “God, yes.”
He tugged the robe open, his hands skimming your sides as he pushed it off your shoulders. The cool air sent goosebumps across your skin, but his touch was burning hot, his gaze drinking you in like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.
“Jesus,” he breathed, his hands tightening on your hips. “You’re so—”
The ringing of his comm cut him off.
You both froze.
Your eyes widened in horror as Dick let out a slow, controlled exhale through his nose. He squeezed his eyes shut, muttering something under his breath before tapping the device in his ear.
“Grayson, we need you back at—”
He ripped the comm out of his ear and tossed it across the room.
Your eyes flicked from the now-silent device to his face.
“That’s it,” he said, voice dangerously low. “I am done being interrupted.”
Before you could even process, he grabbed you, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. A startled laugh left your lips as he carried you toward your bedroom, his lips crashing against yours again.
“Door locked, comms off, phones on silent,” he murmured between kisses.
“Agreed,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Good,” he growled. “Because you’re not getting rid of me until morning.”

Dick kicked the bedroom door shut behind him, his grip on you firm yet reverent, like he was afraid you’d slip away if he let go.
“You say that like I’d want to get rid of you,” you teased, your breath hitching as his fingers dug into your thighs, still holding you effortlessly.
“You better not after everything we’ve been through just to get here,” he murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw, then another down your neck. “I swear, if someone knocks on that door—”
“They won’t,” you promised, threading your fingers through his dark hair and tugging just enough to earn a delicious groan from him. “And even if they do, I’m not answering.”
“Good,” he murmured before finally lowering you onto the bed. He hovered over you, his masked gaze raking over your body, his gloved hands tracing slow, deliberate patterns on your skin.
You sighed contentedly, stretching beneath him, knowing full well the effect it had on him. His breath stuttered, his jaw tightening as you arched your back ever so slightly.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“Not before you make it worth my while.”
That was all the encouragement he needed.
Dick rolled his shoulders, exhaling sharply before finally—finally—tugging off his gloves, then his domino mask, tossing them both to the side. His bright blue eyes met yours, intense and full of heat.
Then he was kissing you again—deeper, slower, more possessive. His hands slid over every inch of exposed skin, like he was making up for lost time, like he was claiming you.
And you? You had absolutely no objections.
You reached for the fastenings of his suit, but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with ease. “Uh-uh,” he murmured against your lips. “I go first.”
A shiver ran through you at the dark promise in his voice.
“You gonna take your time with me, Grayson?” you teased, your pulse quickening.
He smirked, his grip tightening just enough to send a thrill down your spine.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, lips ghosting over your ear. “You have no idea.”
The way he looked at you—like he’d been starving for you, like he was memorizing every inch of you—sent heat pooling low in your stomach.
“Dick,” you breathed, shifting beneath him, trying to free your wrists.
He just smirked, holding you there with ease. “Something you need?”
“Yeah,” you said, arching slightly to brush your body against his. “Less clothes.”
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Patience.”
You huffed, rolling your hips up against him in retaliation. That wiped the smirk off his face. His grip on your wrists faltered for half a second—just long enough for you to slip free and push at the seams of his suit.
“Not fair,” he muttered, though he was already helping you peel off the top half of his suit, shoving it down his arms and tossing it to the floor.
You sucked in a sharp breath. No matter how many times you’d seen him like this, it never got old—the way his muscles flexed under your touch, the scars that told stories of battles won, the way his chest rose and fell, his breaths growing heavier with every second.
Your fingers traced the defined ridges of his abdomen, then dragged up to his shoulders. “You’re so beautiful,” you murmured, just because you could.
A faint pink dusted his cheeks, but the look in his eyes darkened. “Sweetheart,” he warned, voice rough.
You grinned, pulling him down for another kiss. This one was slower, deeper, your hands threading into his hair as his weight pressed you into the mattress.
His lips trailed lower, down the column of your throat, to your collarbone, and lower still. Each kiss, each lingering touch, felt like an unspoken apology for every interrupted moment before this one.
And for the first time in weeks, there was nothing standing in your way. No comms buzzing in his ear, no phone ringing at the worst possible moment. Just the two of you, tangled together, making up for lost time.
And when he finally, finally gave you what you wanted, you were both in full agreement— No more rain checks.
The night unfolded in slow, deliberate movements—like the two of you were savoring every second, making up for every lost moment, every interruption that had kept you apart.
Dick worshipped you, his hands mapping your body like he was relearning every inch of you, his lips tracing paths of fire across your skin. He took his time, dragging out every touch, every kiss, making you feel the frustration of the past month melt away in waves of pleasure.
And when he finally, finally gave in, it was nothing short of desperate.
Your name spilled from his lips like a prayer, his voice hoarse as he groaned against your skin. His grip on your hips was firm but reverent, his body pressed against yours as he moved with slow, deep strokes that had you clinging to him, gasping his name between breathless moans. He slid in easily, your body aching for him.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered against your neck, his breath ragged, his muscles tensing beneath your touch. “You feel so good…”
Your fingers raked down his back, nails leaving faint red lines in their wake. “Don’t stop,” you pleaded, tilting your head back, letting him press open-mouthed kisses to your throat. Your legs locked around his waist, and he pulled your hips closer.
“Not a chance,” he groaned.
His movements were unrelenting, each thrust sending sparks of heat through you, winding you tighter and tighter until you were right there, gripping onto him for dear life.
“Dick—”
“I got you, sweetheart,” he murmured, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath hot against your lips. “Let go.”
And you did.
The pleasure crashed over you in waves, your body arching into him as he guided you through it, his lips murmuring soft praises against your skin. He followed soon after, a deep, shuddering groan leaving his lips as he buried himself deep, his body tensing before he finally collapsed against you, breathless and spent.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your mingled breaths, your fingers idly tracing patterns on his back as he pressed lazy kisses to your shoulder.
Then, finally, he chuckled—low and satisfied. “Worth the wait?”
You exhaled a soft laugh, threading your fingers through his messy hair. “Hell yes.”
He rolled onto his side, pulling you with him so you were tucked against his chest, his arm draped over your waist. “Good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
You arched a brow, smirking. “Oh?”
His grip on you tightened slightly, his blue eyes dark with mischief. “Baby, I just spent a month pent up for you. I owe you at least three more rounds.”
You laughed, tangling your legs with his. “That so?”
“Oh, absolutely.” He kissed you again, slower this time, full of promises.
And this time, there was nothing standing in your way.
The second time was slower, almost lazy—like he was savoring every inch of you, making up for lost time. His lips traced along your jaw, down your neck, his hands mapping your body as he moved against you with deliberate, intoxicating precision.
The third time? Filthy.
By then, neither of you had anything left to prove. No teasing, no buildup—just pure, raw desperation. Dick had you pressed into the mattress, his name falling from your lips in breathless gasps as he drove into you like he was making up for every second you’d spent apart. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders, as he drove in as deeply as he could.
And when it was over, when you were both thoroughly spent and tangled together in the sheets, you lay there in the aftermath, your body still humming from him.
Dick sighed deeply, his fingers tracing absentminded circles on your bare back. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed in my entire life.”
You chuckled against his chest, pressing a lazy kiss over his heartbeat. “I told you all you needed was a night off.”
He hummed, tilting his head back against the pillow, his eyes slipping shut. “Yeah, well. Next time, we’re taking two nights off.”
You smirked, running your fingers through his messy hair. “Mm. You planning ahead, Grayson?”
“Oh, absolutely,” he muttered, shifting to pull you even closer. “I’m never going a month without this again.”
You exhaled a soft laugh, nuzzling into him. “Guess I should keep the satin robe handy then?”
He groaned, rolling onto his side so he could kiss you again, deep and slow. “Sweetheart, if you wear that robe again, I will cancel patrol.”
You grinned against his lips. “Promises, promises.”
He smirked, brushing his nose against yours. “You love when I break the rules.” You kissed his jaw, “so no more rain checks?” He laughed, pulling you closer, “No more rain checks, babe.”
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Love and cramps


pairing. Ni-ki x f!readerㅤ
summary. Reader gets there period and niki cares for them
wc. 1k+
genre. fluff , period cramps, kind boyfriend
warnings. Mentions of dying and pain. Very lovey dovey, Kisses, teeth rotting writing lol (Let me know if i missed anything)
The moment you woke up, you knew something was wrong. A dull ache settled in your lower stomach, slowly growing into an unbearable wave of pain. You groaned, curling up into a ball, hoping that somehow, if you stayed still enough, it would magically disappear.
It didn’t.
With a sigh, you peeled your eyes open and reached for your phone on the nightstand. The brightness nearly blinded you, but through squinted eyes, you checked the date.
Oh. That explained everything.
You let out another groan, this time dramatically, before burying your face into the pillow.
That’s when Ni-ki stirred beside you.
Still half-asleep, he reached out instinctively, his hand finding your waist as he pulled you closer. “Mmm… why are you making weird noises?” he mumbled groggily, his voice laced with sleep.
You peeked up at him, your face still half-buried in the pillow. “I’m dying.”
Ni-ki cracked one eye open, his brows furrowing slightly. “Huh?”
You huffed. “Period cramps.”
At that, he blinked fully awake. He propped himself up on one elbow, his messy bed hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at you. “That bad?”
You nodded miserably, curling up tighter. “It feels like my uterus is trying to self-destruct.”
Ni-ki let out a small chuckle before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Wait here. I got you.”
You watched as he slipped out of bed, still in his sweats and oversized hoodie, his movements slightly sluggish from just waking up. He stretched briefly before disappearing out the door.
Despite your discomfort, you felt a tiny warmth bloom in your chest. He always did this—taking care of you without hesitation, even when he was still half-asleep.
A few minutes later, he returned, carrying a heating pad, a cup of tea, and a small plate of snacks.
"Here," he said, placing the heating pad gently on your stomach. "This should help."
You sighed in relief as the warmth started to soothe the pain. “You’re an angel.”
Ni-ki grinned. “I know.”
Rolling your eyes at his cockiness, you took the cup of tea from him and took a small sip. The warmth helped, but the cramps were still nagging. You shifted uncomfortably, letting out a small whimper.
Immediately, Ni-ki set the snack plate down and climbed back into bed beside you. “C’mere,” he murmured, pulling you into his arms.
You melted against him, resting your head on his chest as his arms wrapped securely around you. His warmth, combined with the steady rise and fall of his breathing, was the most comforting thing in the world.
"Better?" he asked softly, rubbing small circles on your back.
"A little," you admitted, closing your eyes. "But if you could magically make the cramps go away, that’d be great.”
Ni-ki let out a thoughtful hum. “I could try performing some sort of exorcism, but I don’t think your uterus would appreciate that.”
Despite the pain, you let out a small giggle. “Probably not.”
"Then I guess you're stuck with me and my superior cuddling skills," he said smugly.
You snorted. "Superior? Debatable."
"Excuse me?" Ni-ki pulled back slightly, looking at you in mock offense. "Did you just insult my cuddling abilities?"
You smirked, even as another cramp hit you. "I mean… I’ve had better."
His jaw dropped. "You’re lucky you're already suffering, or I’d start a tickle attack right now."
You gasped, clutching his hoodie dramatically. "You wouldn’t dare."
Ni-ki smirked, wiggling his fingers as if he were about to go in for the kill. You immediately clung to him, shaking your head frantically.
"No! Mercy! I take it back, you’re the best cuddler ever!"
He chuckled in satisfaction before pulling you even closer. "That’s more like it."
The two of you stayed like that for a while—wrapped up in each other’s warmth, the heating pad doing its job, and Ni-ki absentmindedly tracing patterns on your back.
Then, after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, “So… do I get the same treatment when I’m sick?”
You lifted your head to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Are you asking me to baby you?”
He grinned. “Absolutely.”
You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “Fine. But don’t expect me to be as cute about it as you are.”
"You think I’m cute?" he teased, his smirk widening.
You groaned, shoving your face back into his chest. "Shut up."
Ni-ki laughed, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. "Love you too, baby."
And somehow, despite the cramps, the warmth of his arms made everything a little more bearable.
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"men suck," you say plopping down on the couch and putting your legs on jason's lap. you leaned back into the plush seating, trying to find some form of comfort in your mind. you had another bad date? that's only the 3rd one this week. this one had spent the whole evening talking about just himself, and god was he boring.
jason's eyes didn't bother looking at you and instead, he helped you peel off those wrenched heels you had worn. "we don't all suck" jason with a snicker, you could just feel the smirk on his face. he never liked any of the guys you went on dates with and he always told you, you had a better option right in front of you but he. he said placing your heels on the floor next to the couch.
"your feet are going to hurt like hell in the morning, let me help you make em less sore princess" softly he grabbed the base of your foot and gently kneaded it into your heel, massaging at the red, bruised skin. at first, you felt the need to pull away from his touch but you slowly began to relax into it.
jason's calloused hands moved from your feet up towards your ankle and then towards your lower thigh, you saw no harm in this.
"jay are you sure-"
"shhh, i've got you, sweetheart, just relax m'kay?" he was only helping you and you didn't want him to stop, at least not now. was it crime to want a bit more, to yearn for more of his touch.
you couldn't help but gasp at the warm feeling of his hands so gentle on your bare skin, under your skirt. "mmm, jay again please…" the two of you had never crossed a line like this and by now you knew you should have told him to stop but you couldn't.
not when your breaths were heavy and you couldn't help but let out estranged moans from just his touch. "fuck, more jay, more!" and with just those words your skirt was bunched up against your stomach and your panties had his full attention. you know what you wanted and he knew too.
he changed his position and began to massage your upper thighs. he leaned against his forearm beside your head while his other hand parted your thighs. he leaned and whispered into your ear, "where is it you want me to touch you, baby?"
without a second to waste you guide his hand to your panties, gently pushing them aside. "here please" you whined and he caved. he didn't hesitate to remove his pants not did he hesitate and sink his thick cock into you. "too much jay, wait wait" allowing you a moment to take in his length and near cum from just the feeling.
his thrusts were slow but we were rough and deep like he had been. waiting for this and he couldn't wait any longer. your legs folded around his waist, bringing his body even closer to yours. this was pure sex and it was exactly what you needed, jason knew that. he could tell you were pent up and tired and he didn't mind doing all the work, he just need you to let him fuck you till, he's the only man you'll ask for.
you won't spend your nights on useless dates but instead spend them on his cock, taking in every inch and piece of him possible. he couldn't help but kiss yours while his hips stuttered against yours, his thrusts becoming softer. you bit at the lip, thinking more when he tried to pull away.
your hands dug into their back, still, you managed to yearn for more. "jay, god I think i'm-" you said, digging into his back once before reaching your release and falling back into the couch. you closed your eyes and then you heard him ask, "what are you thinking about sweetheart?"
there you were on the couch, legs on jason's lap while he massaged the bottom of your foot. nothing had happened, well nothing that you wanted had happened. you could fantasize about what those hands could do for you.
"just how great a full body massage would be…"
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“dont hide from me”

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“baby girl!” billie’s voice rung through your apartment, the sound of your front door closing and locking right after.
now, why anyone would be that chipper at 8 am on a saturday, you had no idea. but the thought of seeing her made you force your eyes open a smidge, poking your head up a little bit from your cocoon of blankets and pillows.
“are you awake?” she asked softly, carefully pushing your bedroom door open not wanting to startle you in case you were sleeping.
her smile softened when she saw you peeking out from your blanket, messy hair and puffy eyes.
“well hi snuggle bunny,” she teased, coming over to sit on your bed.
you giggled as you snuggled back down, pulling the blanket over your head again.
“heyyy,” she playfully whined, trying to grab the blanket back. “don’t hide from me.”
carefully she peeled the comforter back away from your face, a cute curious smile on her face before she leaned down, attacking your face in kisses while you giggled uncontrollably.
“okay, okay! i’m awake! hi! hello!” you surrendered to her antics. she leaned in to give you a proper kiss.
“hi my angel,” she said all dreamy, brushing the hair from your face, admiring the glow your blush was giving you.
“hi baby,” you replied. billie kissed your cheek before leaning over to your nightstand grabbing your glasses. she opened them and placed them onto your nose with the utmost care.
“there she is,” she said with a beaming smile. “have you been up yet today?” she knew you hated even just laying around in bed in the morning without at least splashing your face with some water and brushing your teeth. you shook your head to her question, making you squirm out of her soft grasp so you could sit up.
“go do what you need to do baby, i have something for you when you get back,” she chirped, kissing your cheek before you got up.
as you were in the bathroom you heard plastic wrap crinkling and a paper bag crumpling coming from your room. you just continued freshening up, brushing your teeth, taking out the braid you had in yesterday and shaking out the waves, rolling on some deodorant and spritzing some soft body spray before shutting off the light and making your way back to bed.
on your nightstand was a bouquet of springy flowers already prepped in a vase, your favorite starbucks refresher, and breakfast takeout from your favorite local diner was already being opened by billie.
“happy first saturday of spring!” billie exclaimed, her arms stretching out, and her mouth half full of pancakes. you snorted and shook your head fondly, walking back to your side of the bed.
“you did all this for me?” you asked, your voice small and soft.
“mmm-hmmm.” billie nodded enthusiastically, her mouth full of another bite of pancakes. you leaned over to press a kiss to each of her little chipmunk pancake cheeks before snuggling back under your blanket.
“c’mere.” you opened up the other side of the comforter, grabbing billie’s food from her hands so she wouldn’t spill it as she slipped into bed next to you. you handed her food back to her and grabbed your own before leaning back into her side and sighing contently. she speared a strawberry from your to go box, stealing it right from under your nose making you gawk at her. she just shrugged innocently as she popped it into her mouth.
billie finished her food first, setting her box gently on the bedside table near her. she shifted to lay back a little bit more, snaking her hand around your waist, letting her hand splay out on your tummy. she turned on the tv to something mindless, one of those boring saturday morning cable tv shows your parents always had running. it was comforting.
when you finished eating, billie took your box placing it on top of hers. you turned slightly to fully lay down next to her, not necessarily for more sleep, just to be cozy. you rested your head on her chest and wrapped your arms around her waist, snuggling in deeper.
you wanted every morning to be like this.
you wanted to hide from her and giggle every morning. get ready while she was in the other room every morning. have breakfast in bed together every morning. snuggle up close and peaceful like this. every morning.
“close your eyes baby, you can sleep more if you want.” she whispered as if reading your mind. pressing kisses to your forehead.
“you sure? you just got here.” you mumbled sleepily.
“doll, it’s..” she checked her phone quickly. “8:47 in the morning. we have literally all day to do stuff. your droopy eyes are telling me you need another hour of sleep, sleepy girl.” you sleepily giggled, letting your nose brush against her neck, finally closing your eyes.
you never fell asleep fully, just drifted. listening to billie’s heartbeat mixed with the dialogue on the tv, feeling billie’s fingers scratch lightly up and down your back, hearing the occasional giggle from her at something on her phone..
you’d hide from her everyday if this is what happened after.
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I challenge you to a 20 minute writing challenge.
20 mins to write something based on 1 item on your left, and the 1st idol on your Tumblr Dashboard.
First idol on my dashboard: IVE Rei. Object on my left: A glass of milk.
MILK
18+ IVE Naoi Rei x male reader smut Masterlist
Words: 1250
"Rei!" You slam closed the door of the refrigerator and make for the one into the living room. "Rei! When the milk is empty, you put the carton in the recycling!"
There she is, sitting on the couch, with a glass full of the stuff. She shrugs and says, "The empty carton is to remind us to buy milk."
"You mean it reminds me that I need to buy milk, because god knows you won't!" You run a hand through your hair, which is starting to go frizzy in the heat and the stress.
"I buy milk all the time!"
"Name one time."
Rei just blinks and stares, like the request is absolutely foreign to her. Her mouth slightly parted as she struggles to find an answer.
"That's what I thought, but sure, you just sit there with a glass full of the milk I bought."
Rei looks down, into the depths of the glass. "Oh."
"Oh?" You're throwing your arms in the air in defeat. "'Oh' is the best you can do, Rei?"
"You want this milk?" Rei throws you a dark, mischievous look. "Sure, you can have it." Then Rei tilts the glass towards herself, letting some it spill over her chest and into her cleavage. "Oops."
"The fuck is wrong with you?"
Rei just smiles that same smile and pours a little more onto her chest, splashing against her bare skin and then spilling into her white shirt. She starts to shift around uncomfortably. "It's really cold," she says, laughing as milk soaks her.
"You're insane."
"It tastes real good you know." She undoes the top two buttons and reveals her glistening skin beneath. "Taste it."
"I'm leaving, Rei." You roll your eyes and make for the bedroom. "You know we can't do this shit anymore. Make sure you clean up."
"Leaving, huh?" Rei giggles and pours some more milk—it soaks into her jeans now. "Guess I better enjoy myself."
"Whatever," you say as you start to walk past her.
"Mmmm, yup, that's the spot. Oh geez, I'm totally ruining the sofa, this is great. It's getting me so wet. So cold, aah..." Rei's soft little moans start to fill the room. "Mmm, shit, this feels nice." She doesn't even look up at you. She knows what she's doing.
But even knowing she's crazy doesn't stop your feet from stopping in the living room. It doesn't stop you from watching, as more and more milk drips down her exposed skin, or as her white shirt clings desperately to her breasts. Or when her nipples push up against the material, when they show through so clearly. Or as she squeezes herself gently through her shirt. Her legs start to tremble. "Oh my god, this is amazing."
Your blood flows in only one direction, and with your heartbeat pumping you can feel all the annoyance leave your head. You stare, and Rei giggles into her drink. The last little dribble falls into her lap. Her legs twitch as the chill goes up and down her body.
"I really, really need someone to clean me up," she says as if she's talking to herself, and not to you, her roommate.
A second passes in silence. The distant voices from the television are like faint static in your ears.
Then the scene fades out as you lose consciousness of your actions. Fades out into a series of rapid stills. Snapshots of time and memory and images, flashing before you: of you throwing your pants to the side, of pulling her shirt over her head, of licking a drip of milk running down her navel, of the way she calls you an idiot in-between heavy breaths. There's her bra on the floor, her hand on your head, pulling you closer to her breast.
Your face a mess, and the milk now a hint sweeter as it lingers on your taste buds. Your hands struggling to unfasten her pants, peeling the material off her soaked skin. Her panties, the lacy black pair with the red bow in the middle, soon to find her ankles. You're tasting more of her than the milk now. Some twisted combination of the two on your tongue, your mouth exploring every inch of her cunt. The taste of her driving you mad.
Everything gets so fast. Time rushing by, skipping seconds in a sequence, one scene bleeding to the next with nothing in between. Everything overlaid with an unbreaking daze. The point of your head buried in her, her arms above her head and clenching tightly on the back of the sofa, and your tongue ravishing her pussy.
Only Rei's voice grounds you from your delirium. "Right there," she cries out. "Right there, yeah, lick right there... I'm cumming for you."
But the experience is a rush—her voice in your head sounds tinny and distorted. It barely makes sense to you, your own mind floating just out of touch. Your nerves are buzzing, and your arousal burns like an unstoppable wildfire.
The room shifts. Not literally, but in your perception, your field of vision twisting and turning until Rei is suddenly on all fours before you, her naked back and ass pointing into the air. Your hands caress her perfect skin, smooth like satin. Each touch sends shockwaves through the surface. You grab her hips, firmly, pulling her toward yourself and closer to your dripping cock, ready to fill her. And in a fluid motion, you slide yourself into her. She squeaks in delight.
Now your focus tightens on each thrust, each motion of you plunging inside Rei. You pull on her hair, gently, as she pushes her hips backwards to meet you. You told yourself a hundred times that the last time would truly be the last time. A lie you keep telling yourself. No matter how much it happens, she always manages to crawl her way back under your skin and into your blood. She's a disease that refuses to end, the toxicity you keep coming back to for more.
Her voice breaks out in an uncontrollable series of moans. Loud, forceful, and totally in control as you rock your hips back and forth. She grips your hand on her hip. "Harder," she cries, "fuck me, please, fuck me as hard as you can."
The warmth of her drives you further and further into a well of pleasure so deep you can't see the bottom.
Her moans become frantic and excited. Your breaths become deep and ragged, and your pulse pounds in your eardrums as a sweat comes to the surface. You close in and kiss her back, tasting her fair skin again. As the pace builds, so too does the pressure well up inside you—a sharp heat inside, about to break loose.
"Harder," Rei screams, and bites her lip as you deliver, you feeling her shudder and collapse as if every bit of strength left her all at once. Her body responds involuntarily to your movements, jerking in time. As it does, it sparks a response inside you. You bury your head between her shoulders and squeeze her hips as you cum—delight ripples and flows throughout your body.
She screams and trembles and collapses onto the sofa, pulling you down after her. You rest your chest against her back and kiss her neck tenderly. You share your heaving breaths and hot, sticky sweat. The room spins. Rei pants and speaks not a word.
In your head you tell yourself, 'this is the last time.'
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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.”
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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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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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Need ass worshipping older Eddie
Eddie is a freak. He is a dirty and nasty man when it comes to sex, and one of his favourite things is to play with your holes, especially your ass. He wants his face pressed against it at all times, so when you said yes- hesitantly- he pounced at the opportunity, literally.
“Turn around for me, baby. Yes, that’s it.” He’d knelt while you were still standing and cupped your cheeks in his rough-weathered hands.
“Eddie,” you moan. You were nervous about being so exposed to him, but Eddie was reeling from the fact that you hadn’t done this before.
He would get to pleasure you in a way you’d never thought possible.
“It’s okay, baby; I’m gonna take good care of you.” He slipped his hand between your legs, rubbing your pussy lips, gliding his hand back up from your clit to your tailbone.
“Okay,” you sigh, trusting the older man.
“Why don’t you get on your hands and knees for my doll?” He pats the bed.
You crawl up, still a bit nervous, but you’re already dripping at the thought of Eddie between your legs.
You hear Eddie groan in pleasure as you arch your back up from him, sticking your ass out as much as possible.
“Mmm, look at you.” he peels off your underwear to reveal his next meal.
Your tight little hole perked and begging to be licked. Eddie watches as your sweet nectar teases to let go of your panties as he slowly pulls them down.
Another needy moan leaves your throat, and Eddie can’t help but give you a little love slap to the plush of your cheeks.
“Patience, doll. I’m taking my time with you.”
Eddie runs his thick fingers up and down your slick folds, your body shuddering at his delicate touch. The feeling of his fingers travelling more and more back. Slowly inching his way back, you got wetter by the second.
“Relax for me, baby; rest your head.” He encouraged.
You listened and lay your head down, and your ass was as high up in the air as it could be.
“That’s it, good job, baby” his hands palmed your ass, spreading your wide, your pussy glistening for him.
“Already so wet, sweetheart”
“Eddie, please, I want you to touch me,” he was teasing so badly.
“Mmm, with pleasure,” he hummed and leaned in.
The feeling of his wet tongue running along the skin that hadn’t been before sent tingles through your body.
“Oh my god,” you gasped.
Eddie massaged your ass while his tongue explored you further. Flicking and tasting you, Eddie’s eyes rolled back in his head as he ate your ass. His chin rested up on your pussy, sending shivers down your spine as his stubble only aided your pleasure. His tongue flicked kitten licks that turned into extended lingering circles around your tight hole.
His cock was so painfully hard and neglected. The red tip bobbed against his stomach as he knelt into your body.
“Oh, Eddie!” You muffled cries of pleasure as his tongue breached your tightest hole. Never did you think having your ass eaten would be so pleasurable? You were nervous it would be painful if anything, but the way Eddie was playing with you made you want more.
“Mmm, you like my face in your ass, don’t you?” Eddie teases.
“Mmmmmmm”
“Such a little whore for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” you would agree with anything he said. You were already fucked out.
“More,” you plead.
Eddie’s eyes snapped open in surprise. Reluctantly, he peeled his face from your body.
“You want me to finger your little ass hole, is that it?”
“Yes,” you can’t believe the words fell from your lips. But Eddie has your head spinning, as always.
“You spoil me, baby.”
Your clit throbs, and your pussy clenched around nothing as Eddie teases the perimeter of your tight hole with his index finger.
His lust-filled eyes do not dare to blink as he pushes slowly into you.
“Oh!” You gasp at the pressure, but you like it. You want the feeling of his finger spreading you open for him. You liked it so much you thought maybe one day you’ll be able to take his cock, but that’s for another day.
“Doing so well for me, baby, fuckin look at you.” Eddie could cum right now, and he hasn’t even been touched. The way you gripped around him and how submissive you were being had Eddie in a head spin.
Slowly Eddie began to pump his finger in and out of your hole, and you couldn’t help but to slid your hand up under you to touch your clit. Your body jerked when your fingers made contact with your pussy, and that only made you squeeze harder.
“Fuckin hell,” Eddie was throbbing. He couldn’t not touch himself any longer. With his free hand, he started to stroke his cock, feeling the relief he wanted. He needed to watch his cum drip from your hole down to your pussy.
Your body was shaking within a short few minutes as you rubbed your pussy, and Eddie switched from fingering your ass to leaving sweet licks.
“Eddie, please!” You didn’t even know what you were begging for; your brain was so fuzzy from the pleasure that you felt like you were floating.
“Fuck, you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum from your ass being played with? Filthy, baby.” He latched his tongue back into your ass and replaced your hand with his.
You couldn’t hold it any longer; the feeling of everything Eddie was doing to you took over, and you came across as the hardest you had in a long time.
As your body trembled under Eddie’s touch, he leaned back and watched as his cum fell into your tight hole. He loved how it dripped down to your pussy; he ran it back up again and watched his seed flow down to your soaked, blousy lips before licking it back up to fill your second hole.
“You gonna let this old man fill your ass one day, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” you sigh, coming down from your high.
“Fuck I’m about to get hard again.”
"Maybe you're not so old after all," you teased.
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rintarou plays with a bit of ribbon left strewn across the floor, twirling it around his long, lithe fingers idly. it's green and velvety, and slips easily between his digits as he winds it slowly between the valleys of his knuckles, humming a little tune to himself.
as you approach him in the living room by the christmas tree, he looks up at you with a soft, content smile on his face.
"here you go," you say, handing him the cup of coffee you've just prepared, steam curling from the surface. it's in a novelty mug he got you last christmas, shaped like a cute little character from a sci-fi franchise you've loved since you were a kid, and he takes it with an appreciative nod—careful not to spill a drop as the cup passes from your hand to his own.
you take a seat at his side with your own cup of coffee once he's taken his first sip.
"mmm," he hums once he's swallowed the mouthful. "it's good."
"i put some cinnamon in the french press," you tell him, leaning a bit against his arm, your cheek resting on his shoulder as the two of you sit tucked together on the living room floor beneath the tree.
"festive," rinatrou says with an approving nod, shifting so you press even closer to his side, his arm snaking back around your waist.
it's been a slow, easy morning in your nagano apartment. you insisted on opening gifts first thing, because that's what your family always did growing up, and even though rintarou wasn't much of a holiday person to begin with he indulged you without question. it wasn't a grand, elaborate ordeal, just a couple of gifts exchanged between the two of you; some new headphones for rin, some perfume for you, little bits of clothes for each of you here and there. your mother had sent each of you a new pair of mittens (though your card had included an unsubtle but endearing note about how it would be a shame to cover up the new ring you've recently started wearing on your left hand) and rin's sister sent you a popular local tea from the town where she's attending university.
"did you have a nice christmas?" you ask rintarou as he takes another sip of coffee. he hums in agreement, looking down at where you're tucked into his side.
"did you?"
you echo his earlier hum.
"we should clean up," you say, looking around the room at the torn gift wrap and boxes on the floor. "i need to clean up from making the coffee, too."
rintarou dips down and presses a kiss to the top of your head. "you do that, i'll take care of this stuff."
you nod, pulling yourself away from the warmth of his side, pushing yourself back up to your feet as rintarou crawls towards the mess at the bottom of the tree.
you're just about to cross the threshold to the kitchen when you hear him say.
"oh, there's another gift under here."
"what?" you ask, turning back to face him. heat suddenly floods your face when you see him kneeling underneath the tree with a familiar gift in his hands. it's not a very large gift—a slim little package only a bit bigger than the size of his hand—so while you're not surprised it went unnoticed at first, you're mortified when you realize what's about to happen.
"it's for me," he says in confusion after reading the tag, glancing over at you.
"um," you stumble a little over your feet as you try to cross the room towards him. "what if you wait to open that until late—!"
rintarou's finger is already under the edge of the wrapping paper, though he hasn't properly ripped into it yet. he's watching you curiously as you approach him, a glint of something in your eyes that's caused you far too many headaches in the four years the two of you have been dating.
"rin, stop," you say to him, and though you make every attempt to sound firm, the demand comes out more pleading than anything.
"what did you get for me?" he asks, a lilt of mischief in his tone as he peels up the corner of the wrapping paper ever so slightly.
"it's nothing important," you insist, falling to your knees beside him and trying to cover up the present with your hands. "you can have it later."
"but it's christmas now," he counters, slipping the gift out from your hands and holding it away from you. "plus all the other presents are opened, it'll be lonely under the tree all by itself."
"rintarou," you groan, tipping yourself face first into his chest to hide your shame. the telltale sound of wrapping paper tearing tells you that as much as he might love to indulge you, he delights in tormenting you even more.
"what is this?"
you refuse to pull yourself away from his chest.
its quiet for a moment. you hear some shuffling, and you can clearly picture rintarou turning the little package over in his hands as he scrutinizes it.
"was this supposed to be for me?" he asks after a moment, clearly confused.
you don't say anything.
you don't even move.
"did you fall asleep?" rintarou teases you, rubbing at your back as you keep your face hidden against his chest.
"no, i died," you answer, but the words are muffled by the material of his hoodie.
"oh no, not on christmas. how tragic," he drawls jokingly, but you don't laugh.
"...baby..."
"...babe."
"why did you buy me a present i don't understand just to get mad at me about it?" he mutters when you don't respond to any of his beckoning.
finally you separate yourself from his sweatshirt to peer up at him resentfully.
"it is for you," you mumble under your breath, answering his earlier question. you snatch the package out from his hands, tucking it against your chest with your arms crossed over top of it. "but i'm the one who's supposed to wear them."
you watch the realization dawn on rintarou's face. if you weren't so hideously embarrassed, you might even find it in yourself to laugh at the almost cartoonish expression of enlightenment.
"oh," he breathes. "oh."
suddenly he's in your face, dipping down to meet you at eye level, his nose brushing yours.
"you got those just for me?" he asks, and you can almost taste the cinnamon on his lips.
"yeah," you answer quietly, and he kisses you to muffle the little groan the slips out of his lips at your answer.
with one hand cradling the back of your head, rintarou lowers you back onto the ground, slotting himself between your thighs as they part to welcome him. his tongue slips between your lips to meet your own, the warmth his hands gliding up over your hips towards your chest.
you don't resist as he slips the little box out from your grasp.
rintarou pulls away, and you look up at him from your position on the floor as your chest heaves. the look in his eyes as he appraises the gift lacks any of the confusion it had a moment prior, replaced now with a heady, palpable lust.
he turns the box around towards you, and you have no choice but to look at the silky sheer tights in their luxurious packaging.
"this is a very thoughtful gift," he says to you quietly, his voice low and a little strained. the bulge in his gray sweatpants, which has only gotten larger since his moment of realization, does not go unnoticed by you.
"it's easy to buy gifts for a pervert," you mumble, hiding your face under your hand.
slowly rintarou lifts your hand from your face, and you watch under heavy lidded eyes as he lifts it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles tenderly—right over the ring he put there a few days prior.
"are you gonna put them on for me?" rintarou speaks into your skin, his lashes fluttering in a way that might seem sweet if the circumstances were different. you take the package from him, slipping your fingertip under the lip of the packaging to pry it open.
you glance up at him again.
rintarou laughs breathily as he meets your gaze, and you catch a glint of teeth biting down into the plush of his lip like he's trying to restrain himself.
there's a sudden thickness in your throat. a knot in your stomach. anticipation thrums just underneath your skin, prickling up to the surface with every gentle touch of his hands.
you tilt the opened package back towards him.
"don't you wanna put them on me yourself?"
he'll be the one tearing them off you in a few minutes anyway, so he may as well enjoy them while they last.
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