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⧠Logan Howlett x reader x Peter Parker
⧠summary: Your new teammate Peter Parker has a huge crush on you, and your boyfriend Logan has always wanted to watch someone else fuck you. Itâs Peterâs birthday and Logan decides to share.
⧠warnings: smut 18+, mmf threesome, oral, unprotected piv, so much cum lol, Peter is very pathetic lmao (and not very experienced) and more of a sub, Logan is dominant and reader is dom-ish for Peter but sub-ish for Logan, little bit of say gex đ (oral, Logan receiving), pet names (my girl, good girl/boy, baby, bub), implied age gap (Peter is the youngest â didnât mention a specific age but early 20s-ish, reader is a few years older, Logan is obv the oldest), Peter being a nerd, lots of teaching Peter (mostly how to go down on each other), also the fic starts with smut right away lol
⧠note: idek if anyone else is interested in this character constellation and needs it as much as i do but theyâre my two biggest marvel crushes (in completely different ways) so i had to!!!!! like hellooođ”âđ« and i really love this omg
⧠word count: 7.5k oops
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Youâre on top of Logan, riding him like your life depends on it.Â
Loganâs so good in bed that you usually just let him pamper you; you both like it that way. Itâs also what makes the times when youâre on top even more special. Your boyfriend is struggling not to cum in you yet, fingers indenting your hips where heâs grabbing you hard.Â
âYou feel so fucking good, baby, such a good girl,â he groans underneath you.Â
You grin as you lean down to give him a sloppy kiss, pulling away before heâs done with you so you can resume bouncing up and down in his lap.
Logan slides his hand between your legs, beginning to rub your clit as he feels you clenching around him tighter.Â
Youâre so close.
Youâre so fucked out that you barely register the door to your bedroom opening.Â
âHey, do you know ifâ oh god, sorry!â you hear Peterâs voice, and before you can catch a glimpse of him the door shuts with a bang.
It takes a few moments for your heartbeat to calm down and for you to realise what just happened. Peter walked in on you fucking your boyfriend. Innocent, nervous, adorable Peter Parker â new recruit at the mansion. Youâve only just barely befriended your new teammate and youâre not sure your friendship can handle him catching you like this.
You look down at Logan for the first time, only to see him smiling.Â
âHe did that on purpose,â he chuckles, hands still resting on your hips as if heâs ready for you to start right back up. You stay on top of him with his cock nestled deep inside you, pulsing, but you canât get yourself to focus on the pleasure of it.
âHeâd never do something like that on purpose. Heâs way too innocent for that. He wasnât meant to see us like that â I bet heâs traumatised!â
Logan laughs again, âTraumatised because heâs not the one fucking you maybe, sure.â
Your mouth hangs open at Loganâs accusation â Peter sees you as a friend, nothing more! You doubt he even thinks about sex, let alone about having sex with you.Â
Rising to your knees, you let Logan slip out of you, his cock slapping against his abs with a dull, wet smack, a mix of his precum and your wetness smearing over his skin.
âWhat? Weâre stopping cause of him?â Logan grabs your hand, âHeâd get what he wants.â
âLogan,â you warn, somewhat seriously. Heâs making Peter out to be someone he really isnât.
He smiles, adjusting your hips so youâre hovering over him again, jerking his cock and positioning the tip at your entrance. You smile down at him â itâs hard to resist when he looks so good and your pussy is still wet and not yet satisfied.
âPeter did that on purpose, bub,â he repeats, breath becoming laboured as you sink down on him, âYouâre not telling me youâve been oblivious to his crush on you all this time, right?âÂ
You involuntarily clench your pussy around him, closing your eyes so you donât have to face looking at him after that. But Loganâs smirking â you donât have to open your eyes to know that; you can practically hear it. He jerks his hips under you, starting to fuck into you from below.
âYâlike that, baby? Spider-Manâs got a crush on my girl. You donât know that?â
It almost feels like youâre cumming with how much wetter you get at his words, and you manage to open your eyes to climb off him properly this time, lying down next to him, burying your face into the pillow to hide.
âNoo,â you squeal, though it comes out muffled.
Logan slaps your ass, keeping his hand there to grab your flesh, âUh-uh, baby. You canât squeeze around my cock like that and then run away.â
You giggle, leaning up to look at him, âThat was just because I was sitting on your big dick. It had nothing to do with Peter.â
âSuure, bub, sure. Can I keep fucking you then?â
You nod, scooting closer to him, both of you on your side. Logan hikes your leg over his hip and slowly thrusts into you as your limbs tangle together. He spits on his hand to rub your clit messily, the way he knows is enough when you were already this close to an orgasm just moments earlier.
âYouâre the only one I want, Logan,â you tell him in a quiet voice, distracted by how good he feels inside you as he fucks you, playing with your puffy clit.
âI know that, baby, I know that. I know youâre my girl. My perfect, pretty girl. Doesnât mean you canât enjoy that someone else has a crush on you. Canât expect Peter to be blind.â
You cum around his cock then, moaning into his skin as he fucks you through your orgasm, filling you with his own load seconds later.
Logan drops the topic of Peter while you cuddle afterwards, and itâs hard to keep thinking about it when youâve got your gorgeous, beefy boyfriend next to you, your hand buried in his hair as you massage his scalp the way you know he likes.
Itâs when Logan says heâs going downstairs to get you some water that you remember Peter.
âTell him Iâm sorry if you see him.â
âSure, bub,â Logan says dismissively, kissing your knee with a teasing grin as he gets off the bed. You suppose heâs right â you have nothing to be sorry for. Itâs Peterâs fault for walking in without knocking.
But you canât help but feel bad. Heâs an adult, only a few years your minor, but he seems so innocent. He likes you â you can agree with that. He admires you; that much is obvious too, but you donât know if calling it a crush is an exaggeration. If Logan is right and Peter has a crush on you, youâre sure itâs nothing sexual.
-
Logan can sense Peter from a mile away. Peter is pacing up and down in the kitchen. Logan smiles at the floor as he enters the room.
Spider-Manâs face is flushed â whether itâs from embarrassment or arousal, Logan canât tell. But the bulge in Peterâs sweatpants assures Logan that he was right in his assumption in the first place. He turns to the sink to pour a glass of water to take upstairs, giving Peter the time to adjust himself.
âMy girl says sheâs sorry,â Logan says in amusement, turning around, âDidnât mean for you to see us like that.â
âWhat? Iâ no, Iâm sorry. I should have knocked,â Peter stammers.
âThatâs what I told her.â
Peter doesnât reply, having a stare contest with the floor so that he doesnât have to meet Loganâs eyes.
Logan chuckles, âSo whyâre you in the kitchen and not in your bedroom?â
Peter doesnât miss the sexual implication. âI feel bad.â
âWhat, you think people donât jerk off thinking about their crush just because that person is in a relationship? Itâs just in your head, bub, you can do what you want.â
Peter looks up. Itâs not that he feels bad towards Logan; he feels bad towards you. But if Logan thinks that way and youâre his girlfriend, maybe that means you share his opinion. Peter is too lost in thought to reply to Logan.
âSuit yourself,â Logan says as he leaves the kitchen.Â
-
âDid you see him?â you ask Logan when he comes back.
âYeah, said heâs sorry, he should have knocked.â
âAnd he didnât seem disturbed?â
Logan laughs out loud at your question, âNo, baby, donât worry. Heâs not disturbed. His only problem seemed to be how hard he was.â
Your mouth falls open, âReally?â
âMaybe heâs not as innocent as you thought after all, bub,â Logan smirks, pulling you closer.
That revelation turns you on more than you care to admit, to yourself or to Logan.
-
Itâs Peterâs birthday a few weeks later and heâs happy as long as he gets to spend it with you.Â
Heâs not expecting you to get him anything, but you get him a Lego set that heâs been wanting for months. Itâs something heâs mentioned to you only in passing and he canât believe that you remembered.
You make it so hard for him to see you only as a friend when youâre this attentive. To be fair, heâd probably fall in love with anyone who gives him Lego, but he already liked you before. If only your boyfriend wasnât the most attractive, masculine man in the entire world who, even though Peterâs confident in his skills, could probably maim Peter without any effort at all.
Heâs not sure if itâs true, but youâve told Peter that Logan is busy today, so he canât join you for Peterâs birthday lunch. He introduces you to his friends and his aunt that have come to his small celebration, and he fantasises that surely some of them must think you and him have a thing going on. May definitely gives him a look when she sees how gorgeous you are, but she already knows all about Peterâs hopeless crush on you.
You kiss Peterâs cheek when everyone leaves, letting him blush in peace as you go up to your bedroom.Â
You told him youâd watch a film with him tonight but you seem to have forgot. Itâs evening already and he wouldnât want you to stay up too long for him if you watched the film later. Even if you did forget, heâs grateful he got to spend the day with you.
Heâs about to bring his best gift â the one you gave him â upstairs and to his room.
âYou like it?â Loganâs voice sounds behind Peter.
âI love it. Iâve wanted this for ages,â he grins.
âIâm glad you appreciate it. She made me threaten a twelve-year-old over it. It was the last set they had at the store.â
Peter grows even fonder of you. He knows he must be blushing, but he also knows thereâs no point in hiding it â not since the night he walked in on you and Logan having sex. Heâs been hoping Logan didnât tell you about their run-in afterwards, although he knows he can be a little obvious regardless. Itâs hard to hide a crush as big as the one he has on you.
Logan clears his throat, folding his arms, all those muscles bulging, âIâm not the best with material gifts but Iâve got something else for you.â
âYeah?â Peterâs wary. Logan and him arenât exactly friends. He wasnât even expecting you to give him a gift.
âI know you wanna fuck my girl.â
Peter gulps at Loganâs directness, starting to stammer out a few words that make no sense.
âYâdonât have to deny it. Canât blame you, can I? You wanna live out your fantasy?â
Peter finds it hard to imagine that this isnât a trap or some sick joke. âNoâno, of course not. Sheâs your girlfriend and Iâd never, I mean, sheâd never cheat on you and Iâd never try anything. I respect you so muchââ.
Logan cuts him off, âCalm down, bub. This isnât a trick. Iâm asking if you wanna fuck my girl for your birthday. We both had the idea,â Logan smiles, and he doesnât have to wait for a verbal answer to know that Peter wants it â the gleam in his eyes tells him enough, âCâmon. Sheâs waiting in your room.â
Peter abandons the Lego box on the floor. He couldnât care less if some student found it and took it for themself. Peterâs on his way to better things.
-
Peter doesnât let himself believe it until Logan opens the door to his bedroom, and there you are. Youâre sitting on his bed â something Peter has imagined many times but never even dreamt of seeing in reality â in the most gorgeous set of lingerie heâs ever seen (not that heâs seen many in real life⊠or any).
âHi,â he waves awkwardly, unsure whether to try and hide his growing erection. Youâre half-naked only a few feet away from him, and this is better than all of his wet dreams about you combined.
Youâre grinning, first at Peter and then at Logan, who closes the door behind Peter.
Logan takes a step forward to bend down and kiss you. Itâs a short but sloppy kiss, Loganâs hand resting on your cheek. He looks back, chuckling at how desperate Peter must already look, and sits down in the chair near the bed.
âHope you donât mind, Iâve made myself comfortable,â you bite your lip. Even your voice alone could make Peter cum.
âNo no no, not at all. You look so gorgeous. I never thought Iâd get to see someone look so sexy in real life.â
You giggle and it feels heavenly to be making you laugh like that. You lift your hand for him to take. He gasps when his hand touches yours, and you pull him to the bed with you. He feels like hyperventilating just from being so close to you in nothing but underwear. Peter wills himself to be strong; he canât embarrass himself and cum right away.
âYou know, Loganâs been trying to tell me for a while that you might have a tiny crush on me, and I didnât believe it at first butâŠâ
Peter laughs nervously before you can finish your sentence, but you donât have to. Everyone in this room knows how much Peter likes you. All of Xavierâs school probably knows â teachers and students.
âYeah,â Peter says weakly, cheeks hot.
 âLogan and I thought this could be a nice present for your birthday, if you want. Cause I think youâre cute too, and Logan doesnât mind sharing me for one night.â
It hurts a little that you only find Peter cute, but heâll take whatever he can get. Clearly heâs cute enough to fuck, and thatâs all that really matters right now.
âOf course I want to, so what are we doing?â Peter doesnât mean for it to come out so stupidly. He knows youâre going to have sex, he just doesnât know the details.
âIâm gonna get you nice and hard first,â you say it with a smile, looking down at his lap, knowing exactly that heâs more than hard enough already, âand then Loganâs gonna join us and you can both fuck me at the same time. Does that sound alright?â
Peter grins. âMore than alright. I donât know if Iâm gonna last long but I only need a few seconds before I can get hard again,â he tells you proudly, before he remembers that your boyfriend has healing abilities too, far more complex than Peterâs. Youâre probably used to going endless rounds. Now he just feels a bit silly for admitting that he canât last long.Â
Peter turns to the side to face Logan. Heâs manspreading, arms folded cockily in front of his chest, and itâs unnerving how a single person can ooze that much confidence. Although, if he looked like Logan and had a girlfriend like you, Peterâs sure he would be less insecure too.
âHave you had sex before?â you ask Peter all kindly, and he blushes thinking about the image of him you apparently have in your head. Heâs not that experienced, but heâs not that innocent either.
âYeah,â is all he manages to say at first.
âWhat have you done?â you ask him, gently resting your hand on his jaw, thumb trailing over Peterâs bottom lip. He stops himself from licking it.
âIâve, uh, been inside of a woman before and Iâve, like, fingered her. My ex-girlfriend.â
You smile at the unnecessary piece of information, âThatâs it? Youâve never had your dick sucked?â
Peter shakes his head, feeling like heâll cum just from your words, âNo, and Iâve never gone down on a woman.â
âYou wanna?â
He nods his head so eagerly that it makes you giggle again.
âMaybe later,â you tell Peter, your hand dropping back to your lap.
âYou can eat her pussy after Iâve cum in it,â Logan says with a smirk. You give him a look, turning to assure Peter.
âDonât worry, you donât have to do that.â
Peter looks between you two, âI donât mind! Iâm up for anything.â
You smile, moving to straddle him as you hum, âGood boy.â
He tenses underneath you, eyes screwed shut, and he canât even enjoy the way he cums as soon as you settle on top of him, your hands on his shoulders. Hot embarrassment floods Peterâs body, and he feels like he might cry.
âAw, itâs okay,â your voice is nothing but sweet with not even a hint of amusement, and Peter dares to open his eyes. Your face is inches away from his, and your closeness makes him feel less embarrassed.
âYou like me that much, hm?â you continue, and Peter hears a quiet laugh from Logan, but he doesnât care about his opinion, only yours, âIâm flattered you do. Glad you like your gift.â
âI really thought the lego set was my favourite present,â he says. This time he cracks a smile too as Logan and you giggle at his words.
âLetâs get you out of your clothes, okay?â
You get off Peter after he nods, pulling off his shirt. Peter stands up as you kneel in front of the bed to pull off his jeans, biting your lip when you feel how sticky his cum-stained boxers are.
âLook at what a mess youâve made, baby. So cute.â
Peter swears youâll stop associating that word with him by the end of the night, although heâs starting to like you calling him that. He takes one glance at you on your knees for him, and he has to look away in fear of cumming again immediately.Â
âI know,â Logan tells him, and Peter sees then how hard he already is too. Peter canât believe Logan gets you like this every night, but for now he smiles at him as they silently bond over how attracted to you they both are. Itâs impossible not to be.
Loganâs eyes drift down to Peterâs hard cock, and youâre grinning back up at your boyfriend, âLook how big he is, baby. Almost the same size as you.â The joy in your voice makes Peter stand a little bit taller. Heâs proud that you like his dick. Itâs probably the proudest moment of his life thus far.
You pull Peter back on the bed, sitting down as you lean back against your hands, âYou wanna unwrap your present?â
Peter nods, smiling at the goosebumps that erupt on your flesh as he pulls at the ribbon that youâve wrapped around your waist. He leans over to place it on his nightstand â heâs keeping that forever.
When he sits down in front of you, the sweet smell of you hits him. He looks between your legs, and thereâs a wet spot on your panties. All because of him? He keeps feeling prouder and prouder.
âThought about this so many times. Jerked off at least three times every single day since I walked in on you two.â
You and Logan smile at each other. He asks Peter, âYou did that on purpose?â
Peter doesnât turn to face Logan, the blush that has only just subsided flaring back up. âN-no. Of course not.â He knows neither of you believe his lie. He couldnât help himself.
âDonât worry. She liked it too,â Logan informs him, and Peterâs eyes go wide.
âYouâre a handsome boy, Pete,â you shrug, brushing your hand through his hair and he hums at the nickname.
âCan I kiss you?â he asks finally, cock already so hard he can barely think, and you havenât even done anything yet.
âGo ahead,â Logan says, but Peter pays him no mind.
âI wasnât asking you,â he says bravely, and your eyes go to those of your boyfriend as you raise your eyebrows.
âTold you heâs got it in him,â you say, pulling Peter close to press your plush lips to his. Itâs like an explosion of endorphins, and Peter knows that from this moment on he can die happy. You pull him closer, kisses getting wetter as the sound of them takes over the room, and itâs the hottest thing Peter has ever experienced.
âHere,â you briefly pause, taking his hand and guiding it to the clasp of your bra at your back. He fiddles with it for a few seconds, and you want to give him a chance, but then the bed dips with the weight of Logan, and he opens your bra with ease.
Peter doesnât know when he took his clothes off, but Logan is naked except for his boxers. He looks nowhere nearly as good as you, of course, but his muscles arenât exactly an unwelcome sight.
âIsnât my girl so pretty, Pete?â Logan asks, pulling the straps of your bra down your arms, taking off your bra.
âSheâs gorgeous,â Peter rasps, âSheâs perfect.â Logan hums in agreement.
Peter has imagined your tits too many times to count, and yet theyâre even better than anything heâs fantasised about. Heâs too nervous to touch you, but you take his shaky hands, putting them on your breasts.
âOh my god,â Peter whispers, breathlessly cupping and squeezing at your tits as his cock leaks with precum. He sees you biting your lip as you look at his lap, and Logan takes Peterâs hands off your tits.
âTake off her underwear,â Logan commands as you smile at his words. You lift your hips, upper body leaning against Logan, and Peter pulls your panties down your legs. He throws them off the bed somewhere, hoping you wonât be able to find them again so that Peter can keep them forever.
He moans loudly when you spread your legs, and itâs a wonder that Peter doesnât cum again just at the sight of your pussy. Youâre perfect, and so wet, and he falls to his hands, in front of you on all fours.
âYou want her mouth or her pussy first?â Logan asks, although you and him already know the answer.
âWanna go down on you,â Peter says, unable to tear his eyes away from your pussy. You spread your legs further for him, and he looks up at you with the most adorable puppy eyes youâve ever seen.
âYou can,â you smile.
Peter inhales deeply when he squashes his face between your thighs, trying to burn the memory of how good you smell into his brain forever.Â
He doesnât have a technique, he just starts. You let out a soft moan when Peter licks up your entire pussy once; he moans too as he tastes you. He grabs your soft thighs, putting them over his shoulders as he lies down.
You give him a reassuring smile as he begins to eat you out, experimenting with different licks and kisses. You turn to your side to start kissing Logan, your hand holding his wrist as his arm drapes over your chest.
Peter licks greedily at your pussy, and you reach into Loganâs boxers to start stroking the hard length of him. Your hand is coated in his precum quickly, and he smiles into the kiss before he gently nips at your lip.
âYou okay there, bub?â Logan pulls away to smirk at Peter. If you can still kiss Logan that well, then Peter isnât doing a good job. You both look down to find Peter more focussed on grinding his cock against the bed rather than on eating you out. He blushes.
You reach out to touch his cheek, some of Loganâs precum from your hand wiping against Peterâs face, âyouâre so cute.â
He doesnât even register the word anymore.
âYou want Logan to teach you?â
Peter nods, moving only minimally to make space for Logan next to him, both their wide shoulders knocking against each otherâs (okay, Loganâs are slightly bigger). Logan huffs but doesnât say anything, placing one of your legs over his shoulder and pressing your other knee up against your chest.
âHereâs how you do it,â Logan looks at Peter, bending down to press a sloppy kiss right against your clit, coating you in his spit before he begins to gently suck. You squirm immediately, and Peter canât wait to try it out on you.
Logan pushes two fingers into your wet pussy, moving them in a way that you evidently like. Peter doesnât know what to look at â your pretty face or your pretty pussy. Logan huffs next to him, âI know she looks good, kid, but you gotta focus if you wanna make her cum.â
Peter nods, watching Logan sucking on your clit and moving his fingers inside you.
âYou can use your fingers to fuck her,â he explains.
âI know,â Peter says, his tone perhaps a little more petulant than what he was aiming for, âI just hadnât gotten her consent to do that yet, so I didnât.â
You smile at him, âyou can do whatever you want to me, Pete.â Â
And thatâs all heâs ever wanted to hear in his life.
Logan nods at him, sitting back up, and Peter gets between your legs. He knows heâs got it easier now because Logan had his mouth on you for a bit, but it wouldnât be fair otherwise. Logan is like an old man with loads of experience, and he probably gets to fuck you every night, so he has an unfair advantage.
Your boyfriend gets next to you, kissing you â and itâs all sensual and passionate and wet and Peter canât help but stare for a few moments. Logan starts touching your tits, groping you and moving to gently play with your nipples.
You pull away from the kiss, a string of spit hanging between your and Loganâs mouth, âPete?â you ask softly, but Peter can hear some desperation in your voice. He doesnât need to be told twice.
First, he quickly licks your pussy just to get that heavenly taste in his mouth again, then settles on a more precise movement of his tongue. He circles your clit, hearing you sigh against Loganâs mouth, but Peter isnât sure if heâs the one who evoked that sound.
He slides two fingers into your pussy, curling them how Logan showed him to. Heâs stopped moving his mouth, too concentrated on looking at your face to see a reaction.
âThatâs it, Peter, donât stop,â you moan, pushing his head back down and he happily wraps his lips around your clit, fucking you gently with his fingers.
âYeah, baby, heâs got you,â Logan says into your neck, âYouâve got her, right, Peter?â he asks all smugly.
âMhhmmm,â Peter squeaks without taking his mouth off you, and the vibration of his voice seems to make you squirm a bit more. He decides to let himself moan the way heâs been wanting to the entire time, subtly grinding his hips into the bed beneath him as he eats you out and fucks you with his fingers.
You cum with a cry that makes Peter even prouder than heâs been all night, and he thinks heâll savour the feeling of your thighs squeezing around his head for the rest of his life. He pushes his tongue into your pussy to taste as much of your arousal as he can, stopping when he feels your and Loganâs eyes on him.
âDid such a good job,â you tell him, and he grins proudly. He gets on his knees to lean up and kiss you. Your tongue slides into his mouth, and his heart skips a beat at the way you smile into the kiss. Heâs in heaven.
âYou wanna fuck me now?â you ask, and Peterâs eyes go wide as he sits up and gets back between your thighs.
âAnd I want you too,â you smile up at your boyfriend, pulling at the waistband of his boxers. Peter has no idea how Logan has this much self-restraint, watching as he gets off the bed and takes off his boxers with a grin. Peter sees how you drool at the sight of Loganâs big dick, and Peter feels his own mouth watering.Â
âHere you go, baby. Gonna be a good girl for me, right? Gonna take my cock? You been waiting for this, hm?â Logan kneels next to you. He holds his cock over your face, lightly slapping the tip against your lips. Peterâs cock pulses against his abs.Â
You nod wordlessly, wrapping your lips around your boyfriendâs huge cock. You pull off him only to spit on it, jerking off the lower half of him thatâs harder to fit in your mouth.Â
The wet sounds coming from you sucking Loganâs cock make Peterâs dick twitch as he spills a new load of precum. It lands on your thigh, getting your attention.Â
Peter doesnât know how you can spare a single moment away from Loganâs cock, but you pull your mouth off him, âYou can start if youâre ready,â you smile at Peter. Both of you watch him as he pushes his cock inside you.Â
Your warm, velvety walls suck his cock in unlike anything heâs ever felt before. Peterâs eyes flutter shut and he just stays like that for a few moments, the sound your mouth makes around Loganâs cock doesnât make it easier for Peter. Even if you donât seem to mind him cumming fast, heâs trying to prevent it, feeling so close again already.
He hears Logan huff out a laugh, and Peter opens his eyes. Youâve stopped going down on your boyfriend, looking at Peter all sweetly.
âItâs okay if you cum quickly, I did too at the start,â Logan confesses. Itâs hard to imagine him â the epitome of virility â not being able to last long, even with someone as perfect as you, but it makes Peter feel better about himself, by a lot.
âI really donât mind it, Pete,â you smile, and Peter nods. He looks down towards where youâre joined, your pussy stuffed with his cock. Even though youâre used to something even bigger, thereâs an obvious strain, and youâre squeezing around him hard even when heâs not moving.
You and Logan watch as Peter starts to fuck you, your hand on your boyfriendâs cock, lazily jerking him off. Logan doesnât seem to mind watching Peter pushing into you slowly. The two pairs of eyes make him feel more self-conscious, yet itâs also invigorating.
Peter clumsily rubs at your clit, at least attempting to focus on something other than how good he feels.
âYouâre so tight, feel so good,â he mumbles, and you seem like youâre enjoying it too, back arched and hand faltering around Loganâs cock. Youâre too distracted by Peter.
âDonât stop,â you say quietly, evidently not there yet but Peterâs sure you feel good.
You share an intimate smile with Logan, and he tells Peter, âDoinâ a really good job with my girl. This is the only thing, bub..â
Logan tries to hide his smile as he grabs Peterâs hand to guide his fingers back to your clit from where theyâd drifted off to your thigh, where heâd just been holding you. Peterâs cheeks turn red â or maybe theyâve been red the entire time â as he goes back to playing with your clit.
He doesnât notice it, but a few seconds later he stops touching your clit again, too distracted by how good your pussy feels. Logan shoves his hand between your legs instead, making you moan as soon as he starts rubbing your clit in circles.
Your pussy spasms around Peterâs cock as you orgasm, and he can practically feel the pleasure flowing through you.
âCan I cum inside you?â The question comes too late to wait for an answer so Peter pulls out, cumming all over your belly in sticky ribbons as he jerks off desperately.
You bite your lip when heâs done, humming as you take some of Peterâs cum off your belly, pushing your finger between your lips. âTastes so good,â you tell Peter, âTaste it.âÂ
You swipe some more on your finger, bringing your hand up to Peterâs face as you put your finger in his mouth. He wraps his lips around it hesitantly, smiling shyly when he tastes his own saltiness. Loganâs watching him too, cock still hard.
You gently nudge Peterâs head down towards your belly, and he smiles at you sweetly as his lips glide over your skin and he begins to lick up his own cum.
âDonât swallow it all,â you say, your hand in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He nods obediently, keeping his mouth closed when heâs licked your skin clean.
âHere,â you open your mouth for him, pulling him up to your face. His eyes go wide when he realises what you want him to do, and he holds your chin as he spits his cum into your mouth.Â
He was starting to worry a little because, even though he knows he has no problem getting hard after a first orgasm, itâs been a while since heâs gone three times in a row. But now his dick is so hard again that it almost hurts.
You stick out your tongue, showing Peter and Logan the cum mixed with your spit in your mouth. âCome taste him,â you look up at Logan with the sexiest smile anyone has ever smiled, and Peter feels his cock flex as he somehow gets even harder.
Logan rolls his eyes playfully, bending down to kiss you nevertheless. Some of Peterâs cum runs down your chin, and Logan pulls away from the kiss to lick it up. Peter thinks he really should start training his stamina with how close he is again just from this.
You still donât swallow when Logan stops kissing you. âCome here,â you tell Peter, and he kneels next to you so you have him and Logan at either side, their dicks hard. You sit up a little, spitting the rest of Peterâs cum into your hand as you reach for Loganâs cock, starting to jerk him off.Â
He gives you a fake annoyed look at you using Peterâs cum as lube, but itâs obvious he likes it, and it makes Peter reach out to his own cock to give it a few strokes â he canât help himself.
âHavenât made you cum yet,â you peer up at Logan, who puts a reassuring hand on your cheek.
âYou know I donât mind watching you two, bub,â he says, and your wide smile hints that Logan has told you something slightly different in private. He doesnât just mind it, he loves it. Peter gets why Logan might find that hard to admit in front of someone else, something about conventions and possessiveness, but heâs glad that Logan decided to share. Heâs glad that you want him.
You wrap your lips around Loganâs cock again. While you suck his cock, you stop Peterâs hand on his cock, jerking him off instead. You pull your lips off Logan, turning to suck Peterâs dick.
You switch between them a few times, the taste of their precum mixing in your mouth and dripping down to their balls when you suck their dicks. Peter particularly enjoys this, awaiting his turn eagerly every time. The head of his cock is swollen with lust against the inside of your cheek, and you turn to him to focus on him fully, letting him get lost in the feeling of fucking your warm, wet mouth.
You put your hand on Loganâs hip, guiding him down the bed. He smirks as he gets between your thighs, watching you suck another manâs cock as he starts to fuck you. He goes slowly first, letting you adjust to his size as you moan around Peterâs dick.
Logan watches Peterâs eyes flutter shut at the vibration of your voice. Logan knows youâre not just moaning because of him inside you though.
âYou like that, baby, hm? Like sucking Peterâs cock?â you donât take your mouth off him, but your sparkling eyes meet Loganâs. Itâs a look of understanding.Â
Logan is ready to cum, but he tries to draw it out. He can go endless rounds but the first orgasm is always the best. He wants to savour it, save it for a bit longer. He focusses instead on making you cum, fucking against your g-spot, almost making you see stars.
You moan around Peterâs cock when you cum again, and Logan almost submits, but heâs able to fuck you through your orgasm without cumming. Peter spills into your mouth as your cheeks hollow around him, sucking him deeper down your throat.
âSuch a good girl,â Logan praises you until your pussy stops pulsing with an orgasm, and you give him a fucked out smile as Peter pulls his cock out of your mouth.
âMy girl,â Logan adds, kissing you, and you sigh against his lips in pleasure.
You sit up to grab the water bottle from the side of Peterâs bed and take a sip. You pass it to Peter and Logan afterwards, and you donât move back between them once youâve put the bottle away, so theyâre facing each other.
You sit on your knees, looking between them as theyâre impatiently waiting for you to come back, both their cocks standing hard and proud against their abs.
You bite your lip, âAre you into men, Pete?â
Peterâs heart misses a beat and then happily continues drumming against his chest as he nods eagerly, although heâs not sure why it matters right now.
You share a brief silent exchange with Logan before your next words. âSo is Logan,â you nod towards your boyfriend. You wait for them to catch on to what youâre saying, but Peter is too shy to and Logan is still contemplating. This wasnât a part of the plan, but he canât say heâs against it. He just didnât know you wanted to see him with another man the way he wants to see you with one.
âUm, what now?â Peter asks with a nervous smile, ready to please.
You fight the urge to simply answer now you kiss, âYou think you two are the only ones that get a show?â
Peterâs eyes widen slightly at your suggestion before they brighten. A shy yet excited smile takes over his features.
âYou sure, baby?â Logan asks you. You bite your lip, nodding slowly. Logan smirks, because he knows that exact look and you havenât been quite this horny all night yet.
âOnly if you want to as well,â you tell him, and he doesnât need to answer.
âThis okay for you, bub?â Logan lowers his voice as he speaks to Peter.Â
He replies through an eager nod, âyeah.â The word comes out as a whisper.
Logan smirks as he leans in, gently placing his big hand around Peterâs throat. Heâs not squeezing, just holding him in place. You didnât mind Peter being all squirmy when you kissed him, but Logan wants to keep him still.
You watch their cocks rub against each otherâs abs as they get closer, strings of spit connecting their lips as they make out, tongues tangling in desperation.
Itâs sloppy, the way they kiss, and you could watch them forever.
Logan pulls his lips from Peterâs with a wet sound, firmly patting his cheek, âNow get on your knees, bub.â
The command makes even your knees buckle, and you watch Peter happily drop to the carpet, kneeling between Loganâs spread legs as he moves to the edge of the bed. He beckons you over to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a messy kiss to your mouth.
You know heâs close now, having denied himself an orgasm this long.
Peter wraps a greedy hand around the base of Loganâs cock, leaning in to press a few kisses to his dick. You and Logan watch him, you pulled closely against his side.
âYou want me to show you what to do?â you ask Peter after a while of him not doing anything but kissing and licking. Peter nods quickly, âyes please,â and you kiss him after you sit down next to him, tasting your boyfriendâs precum and some of your own arousal on him.
âThink heâs almost there,â you tell Peter as you look up at Logan through your lashes, and he smirks.
âThatâs not a problem,â Peter says quickly.
âHere, you can use your tongue,â you tell him, wrapping your hand around Loganâs cock as you take him into your mouth, tongue wet against the underside of him, âtry it.â
You keep holding Loganâs cock as you pull off him, angling it towards Peterâs face. His face is flushed as he takes Loganâs dick in his mouth for the first time, sucking on the tip.
âThatâs it, doing so good,â you brush your thumb over Peterâs cheek where it bulges when he takes Logan deeper. Your and Loganâs eyes on him make him nervous, and he pulls off to kiss you instead.
You make out with him for a few moments, letting him kiss you greedily and wetly, before you guide your mouths back to Loganâs cock. You and Peter part only minimally as you kiss either side of Loganâs dick, spit running down from your mouths to his balls as you share him.
âFeels so good,â Logan mumbles, all blissed out, watching his perfect, pretty girlfriend share his cock with another guy.
You see how close he is, slowly pulling your mouth off him and leaning your cheek against his knee as you watch Peter take your boyfriendâs cock into his mouth all by himself.
âAttaboy,â Logan says, placing a hand on the back of Peterâs head when he goes deeper, spit falling from his lips.
âJuuust like that,â you add, your praise spurring Peter on. Loganâs other hand goes to your cheek, absent-mindedly brushing over it with his finger as he holds your face.
Peter gets more confident when Loganâs breath stutters. He moans on Loganâs cock as he takes him as deep as he can, the wet sound from his mouth obscene.Â
Loganâs hips jerk as his cock twitches in Peterâs mouth, and he cums down his throat in warm, sticky ropes of his load.
âGood boy,â Logan softly ruffles Peterâs hair when heâs done, and you lean in to kiss Peter, some of your boyfriendâs cum still fresh on his lip.
âDoesnât my boyfriend taste good?â you ask against his lips, hardly breaking the kiss. You can hear the slick of spit and cum on Loganâs cock already as he jerks off again, to the sight of you two making out with his cum between you.
âHe does,â Peter mumbles against the skin of your jaw, kissing down your neck.
âHe tastes better than me?â you tease.
âNoâ no, you taste better than anything in the world.â And Peter means it.
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Youâre not done until hours later; you fuck until itâs the middle of the night. Earlier, Peter was ready to forgo his birthday movie night just so you can go to sleep on time, but he got something much better, even if it means you stayed up late for him. He canât say he feels too bad.
Peter is tucked in, you and Logan at either side as you send each other loving glances over Peterâs head. Youâre stroking Peterâs hair, basically cuddling him with how close you are.
âHope you liked your present,â you tell him, pressing one last kiss against his lips as you smile at his sleepy expression.
âBest birthday ever,â Peter mumbles, before he drifts off into a peaceful sleep.
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âč you tell best friend!peter youâve never seen the star wars movies so he comes over to watch them with you but you get sidetracked
âč peter asks if he can record you, underestimating how hard itâll be to control the camera when you feel so good
âč boyfriend!peter has been thinking about being inside you all day
âč boyfriend!peter loves how responsive you are when heâs fingering you because his spidey senses pick up on all of it
âč all he needs after a long day of being spidey is to be with you
âč he loves the effect he has on you, making you writhe and convulse from his touch knowing how much you love it
âč you call him daddy once and it makes him lose it instantly
âč having sex with peter for the first time
âč thereâs absolutely nothing peter loves than when youâre on top
âč peter pulls out his camera and says he wants to show you how beautiful you are when you ride him
âč when youâre playing the new game peter got you but all he wants to do is eat you out
âč texting peter late at night that youâre missing him so he swings over and sneaks into your room
âč taking your time with him because you know heâs a sucker for a steamy makeout session
âč study sessions always go ary when itâs just the two of you
âč telling him to keep the suit on while he fucks you (wrong suit i know, donât come for me)
âč you always send him teasing videos of you touching yourself so one day he sends you this as a response
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Touch Tank
James Potter x Reader
âââââââ ââ ËâĄË àŁȘ âââââââ
Summary: Your friends discover that you and James have finally done the deedâŠ
Warnings: 18+ MATURE THEMES, oneshot, suggestive content, implied intimacy, virgin!james x virgin!reader, teasing, Sirius being Sirius, mild wolfstar content, reader is embarrassed about intimacy, and, of course, James Potter is good in bed.
Word count: 1.4K
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âââââââ ââ ËâĄË àŁȘ âââââââ
James had pleaded for you to stay behind to study at Hogwarts during this weekâs Hogsmeade trip, claiming he couldnât pass his next exam without his pretty girlfriend by his side. You began working at Jamesâ desk before moving to his floorâŠthen to his bed.
He stared at you with pure longing as you transcribed notes from your textbook, his touch was soft against your shoulders as he kissed your skin. His attention had completely abandoned his own notes long ago, preferring to cover you in gentle kisses pressed to your back.
You couldnât pretend to focus on your textbook any longer, closing it softly before sending it to the dorm room floor. You turned to face your breathless boyfriend, silently begging you with his big brown eyes.
The make out session that followed was more passionate than any other you two had shared, James gripping at your skin as he rocked his hips into yours.
âWe can stop here if you want to,â he muttered breathlessly during a short break. The corners of your lips threatened to tilt into a flirtatious smirk as you softly pushed him backwards. Jamesâ growing desperation was obvious, the boy grinning at you while flipping your bodies over, resting on top of you and making you squeal as his lips traveled down your exposed skin.
The events that followed left you naked and panting beneath his sheets, gazing up at the ceiling in a daze as your boyfriend nuzzled into your neck with a satisfied groan and a beaming smile.
He clutched your sides protectively, sighing as he pulled back to gaze at your flustered face, grinning at the result of his handy work. He kissed up and down your jaw, pausing for a second to admire the marks left by his desperate affection.
You were still reeling from the memory of moments ago, brain fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure. I was sure the first time was meant to be bad⊠you thought to yourself. Finally, you noticed Jamesâ lovesick gaze at your neck and collarbone, eyes wide as you realised what he was observing.
âMight have to cover these up before breakfast tomorrow, darling,â he smiled apologetically with sleep lacing his whispering voice, âI went a bit overboard, Iâm sorryâŠâ He nuzzled back into your neck with a bashful smile, drawing circles on your skin with his fingers.
âââââââ ââ ËâĄË àŁȘ âââââââ
The next day was cold with the promise of impending rain, a perfect climate for inconspicuously slipping on a turtleneck under your uniform before leaving for breakfast with your roommates. You had always maintained a sense of privacy with James, reluctant to tell your friend group quite as much as they tell you about their romantic escapades.
Mary, Dorcas and Lily took their seats on one side of the Gryffindor table as you saved seats for the Marauders on the other. Breakfast was peaceful, the four of you making small talk and enjoying your food before the Great Hall doors opened to reveal the more obnoxious half of your group.
James was looking particularly confident, smiling wide with crinkled eyes and walking with a slight bounce in his step. The boys piled onto the bench next to you while James reached over your head to pluck a peach from the fruit bowl.
âMorning hot stuff,â James winked at you as he slid into the space between you and Sirius, lacing a hand along your back, around your torso and between your thighs. You glared at his cocky grin, face warming at the intimate contact. âWhat?â he whispered, feigning innocence, âmy hands are cold.â
âUh- Mary was just telling us about this muggle game,â you diverted, âwhat was it called again?â Mary lit up, returning to her rambling about a complicated board game involving houses and train stations.
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You were far gone by the time Mary caught the others up to speed, engrossed in the way James was breathing against your skin and holding you against his warm, muscular form.
He began to pull at your turtleneck ever so slightly, first at your stomach to rub soothing circles into your skin, then at your neck to peer at his masterpiece from the previous night. James pressed a soft kiss to the highest mark, causing you to shiver and stare intently at your breakfast to distract yourself.
By the time your boyfriend had removed himself from your skin, Mary had finished her explanation and all eyes were on the two of you.
Sirius furrowed his brows, gazing from James, to you, back to James, then to Remus. Remus watched your interaction curiously, eyes gliding down to where Jamesâ hand met the inside of your upper thigh, a familiar symbol of lust he knew all too well from Siriusâ own actions under the table. The girls across from you glanced at each other, then at Peter, before Dorcas completed the circle of confused looks as she stared at Sirius, who finally broke the silence.
âSo, ProngsâŠget much study done while we were out yesterday?â Jamesâ lustful grin faltered as he finally acknowledged your friendsâ presence for the first time that morning, turning away from you and towards his roommate.
âUh- yeah, yeah we did actually! Totally prepared for the exam, Minnie will be praising me,â he pulled one of his hands away from your skin to the back of his neck, scratching in an awkward display of nervousness. His other hand traveled down your leg to rest on your knee, a far more common sight for the two of you. Sirius wasnât convinced.
âUh huhâŠand whatâs that exam on again?â He smirked, looking you up and down as you gulped under his glare, âAnatomy?â
Dorcas choked on a laugh, dribbling juice in the process while the others muffled their amusement with their hands. James bit his lip, wincing at the realisation that he had been far too obvious with his intimate affection.
He turned back to you, seeing the bright red hue of your face and the embarrassed downturn of your head. He threw his arm around your middle in confident comfort. Your eyes were glued to a single berry on the edge of your plate.
âââââââ ââ ËâĄË àŁȘ âââââââ
Your friends had released a long series of sounds of amusement, cheering in celebration at their recent discovery. âWith the way James talks about you, love, Iâm surprised he didnât jump you on the first date!â Sirius cackled, causing James to crack a sympathetic smile in your direction before nuzzling into your neck once again.
âI think this makes us the most experienced group in the school now that you two lovesick dogs, haveâŠyou knowâŠâ Lily trailed off, âWait, we are talking about these two losing their v-â
âObviously!â
James had fully phased out the conversation, getting intoxicated on your scent as his held you close with eyes closed in satisfaction. You were warming up to the conversation now, brushing Jamesâ mess of hair away from his mouth as you giggled at the excitement that erupted from your section of the table.
âSo,â Sirius continued, leaning over to you with an obnoxiously loud whisper, âis Prongs good in bed?â
âYes.â
âSirius,â James whined, sitting up in the process, âdonât push her- wait, what did you say?â He spun around to face you with wide eyes as you smirked back at him. You were already knee deep in this conversation, it couldnât hurt to boost your boyfriendâs ego and satisfy his recently discovered lust for praise.
âHeâs amazing, in factâŠboys, why donât you go on another secret trip to Hogsmeade tonight? Iâm sure youâve already run out of chocolate, and James could probably do with a room to himselfâŠâ you teased in the direction of the remaining Marauders before spotting Jamesâ glossy eyes and parted lips in your peripheral.
He clung tighter to your middle as Peter gazed at you with a confused frown. âBut we went yesterday, we still have a lot of-â he glanced at the others, all adorning knowing smirks. âOhhhhâŠyeah, yeah we can do that.â
James turned to Peter with a bashful smile, mouthing a thank you that made the group burst out laughing once again.
Finally remembering their breakfast, your companions returned to cleaning their plates as James continued consuming his, kissing you along your jaw and resisting the urge to line you up on the table then and there. He bit into his peach suggestively, batting his lashes at you.
âNo more PDA at the table, Jamie.â
âââââââ ââ ËâĄË àŁȘ âââââââ
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Reader who shifts through realities, dimensions, universes, accidentally going into comic universes such as marvel and DC. Poor reader accidentally gets the affection of superheroes. Spiderman aka Peter Parker is he made a new friend, possibly a soulmate due to how reader and him are hitting it off well. Peter wants to show the avengers just how amazing and talented reader is. But sadly when things started to get a little crazy with Peter, reader dipped and fell into dc. Falling into dc is a death wish, apparently landing in Gotham as Batman literally saw reader fall from the sky but somehow lived and landed on their feet. Now itâs batmanâs turn for the fun of it.
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â premise: peter needed to test how strong the new formula for his web shooters is so why not get his gfâs help, and have a little fun with it. its not like he had millions of other more scientific ways to test its strength.
â pairing: tasm!peter x fem!reader
â warnings: smut | 18+, bondage [with peters webs], fingering, small edging, peter possibly ooc, nicknames [baby, princess]
â a/n: kinktober 04
Sure Peter had plenty of other ways he could test out the strength of his newly formulated web fluid. But you were just so eager to help your boyfriend out, always asking him if there was something you could do. Sewing up gashes and holes in his spider suit, patching him up after a fight, etc. So why not enlist the help of his pretty girlfriend instead of testing it out the same old boring way he always did. Of course being unaware of his little scheme you innocently and sweetly said yes when he asked if you'd help him out with an experiment. That was how you ended up in Peter's bed, hands restrained together and stuck to the headboard with his webs.
His body was currently nestled between your spread legs, eyes roaming your body before fixing on your face. Your lower half is entirely exposed, the breeze from his open window nipping at your skin making you squirm. âThis wasn't what I thought you meant when you asked for help, and I said yes Peterâ you whine and buck your hips into his touch as his hands roam up your sides, rubbing and caressing your body. You can feel the cool metal of the singular web shooter strapped to his left wrist. âOh this is fully what I intended when I asked baby, tug all you want, squirm all you wantâ he coos as he uncovers your breasts by pushing your shirt up to reveal them. âNeed to test how strong the new formula isâ he explains softly as his right hand falls between your open thighs, middle and ring fingers nudging open your slit and rubbing through your folds. Slick immediately collecting on the tips of his slender fingers.
With a sharp intake of breath you twist your body and try shifting your hips away from his hands. His free hand that has the web shooter aims towards your writhing leg and shoots webs that wrap your ankle tethering it to his foot board. âYou sure this wasnât what you intended, princess? You're so wet for meâ he emphasizes his tease with a tilt of his head, smirking softly as his two fingers push at your hole.
You whine and push your hips back on his hand trying to get them inside you, your hole clenching at the small intrusion. âI missed you Pete, you've been so busyâ you explain and look through your lashes at your boyfriend hovering over you, your eyes full of longing and love. âAwww well i'm here now babyâ he leans down and presses his lips to yours just as his two fingers push knuckle deep inside you. You let out a short surprised moan against his lips as you kiss back greedily. You tug at the webs around your wrists, hands desperate and itching to touch Peter. âKeep tugging baby, try your hardest, you can do itâ he mumbles into your mouth, his words both encouraging and mocking before humming when you whine in response. Goosebumps rise on your skin from the pleasure, his free hand coming to pin your hips down holding them still.
Pumping his fingers in and out of your leaking cunt, a sloppy squelching sound filling the room along with your muffled whimpers and moans. âFuck!~â you let out a plaintive cry and pull away from peters mouth when his thumb is added in, stimulating your clit. Rubbing small circles on your bundle of nerves as his fingers speed up their movement, making your mouth fall open and your head fall back against his pillows. Your hands tug as well as your leg at his webbing, the action doing nothing to tear or unstick it. A heat spreading through your body, you liked this idea of him tying you up with his webs more than you couldâve guessed, the heat settling and growing in the pit of your stomach.
âCome on baby, i don't think your tryinâ hard enough to break outâ he taunts as his long fingers find that spongy spot deep inside you and start abusing it, the rough pad of his tongue speeding up its circles. âGonna have you cumming before you break the webs princessâ he chuckles softly and leans down to kiss along the exposed column of your neck. Your head goes fuzzy from his mouth on you, his fingers ruthlessly thrusting inside you, the feeling of him all over you. âCanât- I canât do it Pete, i cant break emâ fuck- please baby im gonna cum!â you whine and cry out, your eyes squeezed shut as you teeter on the edge of your climax.
He grabs ahold of your chin and moves your head up the movement forces your eyes open, you stare into his deep brown eyes, his pupils blown.
âNot yet baby, the experiment hasn't gone on long enough, need to see if they breakâ his voice comes out sweet yet concedesing as he crashes his lips against yours to muffle your wanton moan.
Truthfully Peter had gotten enough information from all your squirming and pulling that he figured it was strong enough, he was just having far too much fun playing with his pretty girlfriend.
â a/n: i havent written for tasm!peter in a bit so I feel like heâs possibly out of character ? Idk I felt rusty when writing him
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Just me . . . reopening tumblr for the third time in the last 30 minutes checking to see if anyone posted anything new since I checked 5 minutes ago.
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thinking of jason inviting you to your first wayne gala, youâre dressed to the nines and Jason almost loses his jaw on the floor when he sees you.
He takes you to meet Bruce and he makes a joke about Jason holding you hostage because why else would you be on his arm?
Later in the night, jason takes you to his (bruceâs) room and fucks you on his bed for revenge.
you only find out about that tidbit later, when youâre invited to dinner at the mansion and discover that Jasonâs room is in the complete opposite direction of the room you rememberâŠ
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PatienceÂ
"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands."
Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem! ReaderÂ
Genre: Smut
Word count: 6.4k
Summary: Youâre a newish member to the town of Forks, with an extreme obsession with Doctor Cullen. One day he finally gives in after youâve visited the clinic for the 5th time that month.Â
Warnings: light choking, semi public sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, praising, orgasm denial.Â
a/n: I know this is a shift from my usual posts but I've been desperate for some more Carlisle content. As always, I hope you enjoy <3 and send any requests my way!
As you stepped into the small, dimly lit clinic, the antiseptic smell filled your nostrils, mingling with the faint scent of pine from the freshly wiped floor. The receptionist looked up from her computer, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Hello again," she said, her voice dripping with a hint of amusement.Â
You returned the smile, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, and proceeded to the triage desk. Gripping my chest dramatically, you winced. "I've got these terrible chest pains," you gasp, hoping she wouldn't recognize your voice from the numerous calls I'd made over the past few weeks. "I think it's happening again."Â
She nodded sympathetically, though her eyes betrayed a spark of curiosity. "I'll let Dr. Cullen know right away," she assures you, before disappearing into the back rooms of the clinic. Your heart raced with anticipation as you take a seat, glancing around the empty waiting area.
Little did they know that your only ailment was an extreme obsession with the enigmatic doctor who had recently become the talk of the town.
The receptionist emerged from the back, her smile widening as she beckoned you to follow her. She led you down the hallway to a small, cozy examination room, the walls adorned with diplomas and medical charts. "Dr. Cullen will be with you in just a moment," she said, the amusement in her voice now unmistakable.Â
You nodded, trying to compose yourself as she closed the door behind you. The room was warm, and the gentle hum of the heater filled the space. You sat on the crinkling paper of the examination table, heart pounding in your chest.Â
Would he finally see through your facade of feigned illnesses? Or would he offer the attention and concern that you so desperately sought? The anticipation was almost too much to bear as you heard the soft footsteps approaching, and the door handle turned with a quiet click.
He stepped into the exam room with his usual grace and composure, a hint of surprise flickering across his features as his gaze fell on you. His cool, pale fingers clutched a patient chart, which he quickly placed on the counter. His voice, as smooth and soothing as ever, broke the silence.
Cullen leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest and studying you with a mix of curiosity and veiled amusement. "Back again," he commented, his voice betraying a hint of recognition. "Chest pains, you say?"
âMhm,â you bite your lip as you gaze up at him, âIt comes and goes..âÂ
Carlisle hummed softly, tilting his head to one side as he observed you. The flicker of recognition in his eyes now more pronounced. He grabbed the stethoscope that hung around his neck, looping it over his ears.
He closed the small distance between you, his presence seeming to fill the room. He placed the cold metal end of the stethoscope against your chest, his touch as gentle as a butterfly's wings. "Take a deep breath for me," he requested, his voice velvety and commanding.
 You gasp at the chill of the metal, a soft surprised sound escaping your lips as you try to steady your heart rate. You follow his instructions, taking in a deep breath.Â
Dr. Cullen listens intently as the sound of your heartbeat fills his ears through the stethoscope. His brows furrowed slightly, a look of concentration on his face. The cool and professional demeanor remains, his focus on your heart.
"Again," he instructs, moving the stethoscope slightly to a different spot on your chest. His gaze never wavers from yours, his eyes betraying a hint of suspicion laced with a touch of curiosity.
You nod, taking in a deep breath, your hands resting on your knees as you gaze up at his strong jaw. Your heart rate picks up as you admire his face from where you're sitting.Â
Carlisle can't help but notice the hitch in your heartbeat, his sharp hearing catching the slight acceleration. A small flicker of a smirk plays on the corner of his lips, as he continues to listen intently.
He lifts the stethoscope from your chest, his eyes locking with yours once more. "Your heart rate is elevated," he comments, his voice a low hum. "Any idea why that might be?" The hint of a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
âUh,â you gulp, looking off to the side of the room. âNo, Iâm not quite sure..â your fingers fumble with the hem of your short skirt as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth.Â
Cullen's eyes flickered down to your fingers fidgeting with the hemline of your skirt before meeting your gaze once more. He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
He took a step back, returning the stethoscope to his desk and perching himself on the edge of it, folding his arms across his broad chest. "You know," he began, his voice a low growl, "I've noticed a pattern. Every time you come to visit, you seem to have a different ailment."
âI guess Iâm just,â you try to come up with an excuse. âI just have a lot of things going on, huh?â you grin up at him stiffly.Â
The doctor tilts his head to one side, a smirk playing on his lips as he studies you intently. He pushes himself off the desk and begins pacing slowly in front of you.
"That's the thing," he says, his voice quiet and measured. "I've been a doctor for a very long time, and I've seen many patients through the years."
He stops in front of you, his gaze locking with yours. "And yet, I've never seen someone quite so...frequent as you."
âOh..â you lick your lip, âI guess Iâm just a bit worried, you know.. Chest pains arenât a good sign..â your gaze falls to the tiled floor.Â
Dr. Cullen hums softly, a hint of amused skepticism in his voice. "That's true.. Chest pains aren't something to be taken lightly," he agrees, his gaze locked on your face. "But I have a feeling there's more than just chest pains that are troubling you."
âWhat.. what do you mean?â your eyes widen as you look up at him, body straightening under his intense stare.Â
Cullen cocks his head to the side, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a step closer, his presence becoming more commanding.
"I mean," he began, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "that I suspect there's something more going on here. Something that has little to do with your physical ailments and more to do with..." he pauses, his eyes sweeping over your body briefly, "...something else entirely."
You take a deep breath, gulping as he moves closer. âOh?âÂ
Carlisleâs gaze hardens as he moves even closer, nearly towering over you now. "What if I were to suggest that your frequent visits here have less to do with medical concerns and more to do with something else, something more intimate?" he asks, his voice soft but commanding.
He leans closer still, his cool breath ghosting across your skin. "What if I were to suggest that there's a deeper, underlying reason for your...obsession with this clinic?"
You lean back, legs squeezing together as warmth fills your stomach. âLike what? Doctor Cullen?â you furrow your eyebrows, feigning innocence.Â
Dr. Cullen's eyes narrow ever so slightly at your feigned innocence. He can sense the heat coursing through your body and the way your legs press together. A smile tugs at the corner of his lip.
He leans in, his voice lowering to a near growl. "Don't play coy with me," he murmurs, closing what little distance remains between you. "You know exactly what I'm referring to."Â
âI don't-â you shake your head in response, eyes wide as you scoot further back on the table. âI don't think I know what you meanâŠâ your body tenses with desire as he looks down at you.Â
Cullen's eyes darken at the way you scoot back further on the table, the subtle signs of your tension not escaping his sharp senses. He rests his hands on the edge of the table, effectively caging you in.
"Oh? You don't?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Then tell me why you've been coming here every week for months. And don't give me that 'I'm just clumsy' or 'I have bad headaches' act again."
You open your mouth to give another excuse but nothing comes out, words seemingly caught in your throat. Eyes falling to his lips as your heart hammers against your chest erratically.Â
His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he noticed the way your gaze fixed on them. It was all the confirmation he needed.
He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Why don't you just admit it?" he asked, his breath fanning against your skin. "Admit why you keep coming back here. To see me. To see what it's like to have my hands on you."
âDoctor..â you start, voice soft and full of desperation.Â
Cullen's eyes flicker with a hint of satisfaction as he hears the desperation in your voice. He raises a hand, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light yet full of possession.
"Say it," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. "Say it, and then you can get exactly what you've been coming here for all these weeks."
âI..â your eyes flutter shut as you take a deep breath. âIâve been coming here because I want to feel your hands on me.â you gasp out, cheeks flushing with your whispered confession.Â
Carlisleâs eyes gleam with satisfaction as he hears the confession tumble from your lips. He leans in closer, his hand moving from your cheek to your chin, tilting it upwards so your gaze meets his.
"Good girl," he purrs, the words making heat flare in your stomach. "It wasn't so hard, was it? Admitting what you really want."
He leans even closer, his body pressed against the table, "And what do you want me to do with those hands, princess?"
âI want you to touch me..â you bite down on your lip, legs parting as he slips between them. He lets out a low growl, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He presses even closer, his hips now pinning you against the table.
"Touch you where?" he whispers, his free hand moving to rest on your thigh, just beneath the hem of your skirt. He toys with the fabric, his fingers tracing small patterns on your bare skin. "You'll need to be more specific, princess."
You move your hand to his, guiding him to where you want him. Carlisleâs hand stops you, a smirk playing on his lips as he sees the slight frown on your face.
"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands." He runs his thumb across your lip, watching you expectantly, waiting for your response.
You shiver at his cold skin against you, âDoctor,â you whine out. A low chuckle escapes Cullenâs lips as he sees you shiver under his touch. He brushes his thumb across your lip again, the coldness a stark contrast to your own heat.
âTell me, princess,â he whispers huskily, his voice like silk. âWhere do you want my hands? Youâve been fantasizing about them for all these weeks, havenât you? Nowâs your chance to tell me exactly where you want me to touch you. Be specific.â
âI want you to,â you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. âTouch me, here, between my legs..â you murmur, motioning to your spread thighs. Dr. Cullen's eyes gleam with a mixture of satisfaction and arousal as he hears your whispered request. He moves his hand, which had been on your chin, to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin slightly.
âIs that so?â he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. âAnd how long have you been imagining my hands on you there?â he asks, his hand slowly inching up your thigh, the coldness of his touch in stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body.
You gasp, forehead pressing against his shoulder as you shudder. Cullen lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the way you instinctively bury your face into his shoulder. His hand continues to move up your thigh, the coldness of his touch sending another shiver down your spine.
He brings his free hand up to run through your hair, his fingers tangling in the locks. "You're so sensitive, princess. Is that because you've been thinking about this for a long time, hmm?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
âYes..â you choke out, feeling his hands part your legs further. A low growl rumbles through his chest once you confirm that you've been thinking about this for a while. He moves even closer, his hips pressing against yours, pinning you to the table.
"How often do you think about me like this?" he murmurs, his hand finally reaching the bare flesh of your inner thigh. He lets his fingers dance over your skin, the coolness of his touch sending sensations through your body. "Every day? Every night?" you moan softly, pulling his hand to your soaked panties.Â
âPlease⊠stop teasing me..â you whine, desperate for his touch.Â
Cullen grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light as he finally slipped his fingers into your panties. The coldness of his skin sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making your core tighten around his touch. His longer pointer finger found your clit with unerring precision, teasing it in a slow, maddening circle.Â
"You're so desperate for me," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His voice was a seductive purr that seemed to echo through your very soul.Â
"Do you dream about this, my little patient?" he murmured, pressing down slightly, making you gasp. "Do you lie in bed at night, touching yourself and imagining it's me bringing you pleasure?" His touch grew more insistent, his voice a dark caress that only served to fuel your desire.
You whine, the embarrassment and arousal mixing in a potent cocktail that makes your voice tremble. Cullen's smirk widens, the sound of your need making his own desire spike. "There's no need to be shy now," he whispers, his voice a dark promise. "You've been so eager for this, haven't you?"
With a sudden, firm movement, he slides a finger into you, the coldness of his digit making you gasp. He moves it in and out with deliberate slowness, watching the way your body reacts to his touch.Â
His thumb remains on your clit, swirling in a relentless pattern that sends waves of pleasure crashing through you. You can feel yourself growing wetter with each stroke, your body betraying just how much you crave his attention.
"Tell me," he murmurs, his voice a dark rumble that sends vibrations through your core. "How long have you dreamed of this moment?" His finger moves deeper, stretching you slightly, his eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker of emotion cross your face. "How long have you wanted me to do this to you?"
Your breath hitches as you struggle to answer, the sensation of his finger inside you making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "Ever since my first visit," you stutter, your cheeks burning.
Cullen's smile turns predatory as he feels you clench around his finger. "Well," he says, his voice low and seductive, "today, all your dreams come true."Â
He adds a second finger, the coldness now a familiar and welcome sensation. He starts to pump them in and out of you, his thumb never leaving your clit, keeping the pressure constant.
You moan, unable to stop yourself from arching into his touch, your body begging for more. "More," you murmur, the word barely audible. "Please."
Dr. Cullen chuckles, the sound dark and triumphant. "As you wish, my eager patient," he says, his eyes dark with lust. He quickens the pace, the coldness of his touch making you shiver with pleasure. His thumb presses harder on your clit, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
As your need grew more urgent, Cullen added another finger, stretching you further as you clenched around him. The sudden fullness made you gasp, and you bit down hard on the fabric of his white coat to muffle the moan that threatened to escape your lips. The material was stiff and cold, but it only served to heighten the warmth and pressure building within you.Â
Each stroke of his fingers sent a new wave of pleasure crashing over you, the chilly touch of his skin against your heated flesh making you tremble with anticipation. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your nails dug into the material of his coat, leaving tiny marks of desperation as your orgasm began to coil tightly in your core.Â
The sound of his fingers moving within you filled the room, a slick, intimate symphony that seemed to resonate with the thud of your racing heart. The tension grew, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you approached the precipice.Â
The coldness of his touch was a stark contrast to the burning heat of your arousal, and you found yourself craving more of him, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue.Â
You could feel yourself getting closer, your body tightening like a bowstring drawn taut, ready to snap at any moment. Carlisle watched you, his eyes dark with lust, his own breathing growing heavier as he pushed you further and further towards the edge.
Your body shudders as the orgasm crashes over you, a keening cry escaping your throat despite your efforts to muffle it. Cullen's eyes bore into yours, his own desire clear as he watches you fall apart under his skilled touch.Â
His fingers continue to pump into you, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until you're left panting and boneless against the exam table. He withdraws his hand, the loss of his cold digits making you whimper.Â
He smirks, bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking on his fingers, tasting you, his eyes never leaving yours. The sound of his satisfaction echoes in the room, making your cheeks burn even hotter.Â
The smugness in his gaze tells you that he's fully aware of the effect he's had, and the thrill of being so thoroughly exposed and dominated by him sends another shiver down your spine. You bite your lip, your eyes never leaving his, as you silently beg for more.
Dr. Cullen chuckles again at the sight of you, completely spent and utterly under his control. He takes a step back, admiring your flushed, disheveled appearance. âYou're quite the picture, princess,â he murmurs, his voice low and sultry.
He moves to the sink and washes his hands, his eyes never leaving yours. Once finished, he turns back to you, his gaze dark with unfulfilled desire. âYou know, I should reprimand you for all those fake ailments you've been coming in for,â he says, his voice deceptively casual
You cover your flushed cheeks with your hands, breathing heavy as you try to collect yourself. Cullen smirks as he watches you struggle to compose yourself. He moves back towards you, his footsteps slow and measured. He stops right in front of you, his broad frame towering over your seated figure.
"Embarrassed, are you?" he asks, his voice a low, amused purr. He reaches out, taking one of your wrists in his hand, slowly dragging it away from your face.
âYouâre such a tease,â you whine, looking up at him, eyes still full of desire for him. Carlisleâs smirk widens as he hears the complaint in your voice. He releases your wrist, bringing his hand up to cup your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
"Who, me? A tease?" he asks, his voice dripping with a mix of feigned innocence and mockery. "I'm just doing my job as a doctor, princess. It's my duty to care for my patients," he says, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
You push your tongue out, licking the tip of his thumb with newfound confidence. âBut what about you Doctor?â your hands go to his belt buckle, fingers brushing over his concealed erection.Â
Cullen's eyes darken as he feels your tongue against his thumb. A sharp intake of breath escapes him as your fingers brush against his erection, the feeling stirring an immediate response.
"What about me, princess?" he asks, his voice gruff and huskier than before. He watches you closely, his eyes locked on your face as you toy with his buckle.
âWho will take care of you?â you unbuckle his belt, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes, full of lust. Carlisleâs hands clench into fists as you unbuckle his belt, his restraint faltering slightly as you gaze up at him with that look in your eyes.Â
He lets out a low, possessive growl, his body tensing as he struggles to maintain a semblance of composure. "You want to take care of me, princess?" he asks, his voice lower and more gravelly now. "Is that what you're offering?"
You nod eagerly, fingers fumbling with the zipper and button of his slacks. Slipping the pants away, you press your hand against his length through his boxers. Doctor Cullenâs eyes flash with desire as your hand presses against his length through the thin fabric of his boxers. He lets out a stifled groan, his hips involuntarily bucking against your touch.
"Eager, aren't you?" he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. He places a hand on your shoulder, half to steady himself, half to push you away. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess."Â
You free his erection from his boxers, your hand wrapping around his length. You lean in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to the tip of his erection, feeling it twitch against your lips. Carlisle's grip on your shoulder tightens as you begin to suck, his hips jerking slightly as you take him into your warm, eager mouth.Â
His cock is hard and pulsing, the head slick with pre-cum that you greedily lick away. His hand slides into your hair, guiding you as you bob your head up and down his shaft, your cheeks hollowing with each suck. The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled moans and his stifled groans as you work to satisfy his desire.Â
The taste of him is intoxicating, making you want more. You let your tongue dance around the sensitive ridge, feeling him throb against your tongue. His other hand comes up to the back of your head, his grip growing firmer, his hips beginning to thrust in time with your movements. You moan around his length, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him.Â
His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, and his chest heaves with each ragged breath. You can feel his need for release growing, his body tightening with every stroke of your tongue. You suck harder, taking him deeper, eager to bring him to climax.Â
The power you have over him is exhilarating, and you revel in it, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His hand in your hair tightens, his grip almost painful, but you don't care. All you want is to feel him come apart under your ministrations, to hear him cry out in pleasure.Â
Cullen groans, his body shuddering as your eager mouth works on him, his hand finding its way to the strands of your hair. He takes a fistful, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply, your scent mingling with the musk of arousal filling the room. He savors the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock.Â
His grip on your hair tightens, guiding you with a gentle but firm rhythm that matches the pulse of your own desire. Each time you take him deep, he lets out a soft hiss, his hips rocking slightly to meet your movements. His other hand rests on the counter, knuckles white with restrained need.Â
The sound of your moans, muffled by his length, echoes in the room, a symphony of pleasure that drives him wild. His control is slipping, his breathing becoming ragged as you work your magic, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him back in, deeper and deeper with every stroke.Â
The anticipation of his release builds, his entire body coiled like a spring ready to snap. The coldness of his touch has given way to the heat of passion, his restrained demeanor now a distant memory. The clinical setting is forgotten, replaced by the primal dance of desire that plays out between you.
 You can feel him growing closer, his thighs tense and his breathing erratic. You know what he needs, what you've been longing to give him, and you push harder, faster, determined to bring him to the brink and watch him fall.
Cullen's eyes fly open, his gaze piercing yours as he feels the first pulse of his climax. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his hips bucking into your mouth as he releases. You swallow eagerly, your eyes never leaving his as he cums, the salty tang of his release coating your tongue.Â
His hand in your hair tightens, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, his entire body trembling with the force of his orgasm. You watch, mesmerized, as his features contort with pleasure, his jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut. He lets out a series of deep, shuddering breaths, his chest heaving as he slowly regains his composure.Â
His hand releases your hair, moving to cradle the back of your head, his touch now gentle as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through him. He opens his eyes, the intensity in them not diminished, and looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.Â
"Good girl," he whispers, his voice hoarse. You sit back, licking your lips clean, feeling a sense of pride at having brought him to this point.Â
He leans down, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. A possessive, satisfied smile plays on his lips. âYou're quite the naughty little patient, aren't you?â he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. âTaking advantage of my good nature like that.â
He releases your chin, his hand moving to your hair, running his fingers through the strands. He tugs lightly, just hard enough to get your attention. âBut I must admit, I rather enjoyed it,â he adds, his gaze dark with restrained desire.
âThen maybe I should keep my habit of coming here so frequently,â you bite your lip, gazing up at him seductively.Â
"You do seem to have a habit of finding yourself in my clinic quite often, princess." Cullenâs gaze darkens at your seductive bite of your lip. "And I do have a duty to ensure my patients are well taken care of..." he says, his voice a low, promising rumble.
He steps closer, his body now pressed against yours, his height towering over you. He leans down, his lips near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Maybe I should start charging extra for private appointments,â he murmurs.
You shiver at his words, hands reaching out to grasp his sides, your fingers digging into his cold skin. Dr. Cullen lets out a low, amused hum at your shiver, the feel of your fingers digging into his skin sending a jolt through him. "Someone's eager," he mutters, his hand sliding to the small of your back, pulling you even closer against him.
His other hand comes up, his thumb tracing the contour of your chin. He tilts your head up, his gaze a mixture of desire and possessive claiming. "You certainly know how to get my attention, princess," he murmurs, his voice a deep growl.
You slide your hands up his shirt, fingers dancing over his tense muscles. âDoctor..â you murmur. Cullen lets out a low hiss as your hands skim over his bare skin. Your touch seems to electrify him, his body tensing even more beneath your touch.
"Yes, princess?" he responds, his voice rougher than before. He leans down, his lips hovering over your ear. "What is it that you want?" he asks, his warm breath sending another shiver through you.
âI want..â you bury your face into his stomach, breathing in his musk mixed with his cologne. âYour hand wasn't enough⊠I need more of you..â your voice is needy and desperate as you gaze up at him, chin pressed against his firm abs.Â
Carlisleâs breath hitches at your admission, the mix of desperation and need in your voice firing up his own primal instincts. His hand at the small of your back grips tighter, his body tensing as he struggles to keep control.
"You want more, huh?" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. He releases his grip on your chin, his hand moving to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he growls.
âPlease doctor?â the pads of your fingers dig into his back. Cullen lets out a low, possessive growl as you dig your fingers into his back. The pleading tone of your voice, the desperation in your touch, only serves to fuel his own need.
"You beg so prettily, princess," he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. "How can I resist when you ask so nicely?" He leans down, his lips hovering over yours, his breath warm on your skin. "But you must be specific, sweetheart. You need to tell me exactly what it is you want.â
âI want you to fuck me, please..â you gasp, lips parting for him. Carlisleâs eyes darken at your blunt request, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. He closes the small gap between you, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue pushes into your mouth, delving and tasting, his hand at the back of your head holding you in place.
He pulls back from the kiss, his lips hovering millimeters from yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're insatiable, you know that?" he mutters, his free hand sliding down your body to grasp your hip. "How am I supposed to deny such a pretty request?"
With a low growl of approval, Cullen's hands guide you to the edge of the exam table, your legs shaking with anticipation. He bends you over, the cold steel pressing into your abdomen as he pulls your panties down, exposing your trembling thighs.Â
You feel his erection, hot and demanding, as he lines himself up with your slick entrance, the tip of his cock pressing into your wetness. His hand firmly grips your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he adjusts his position, the sound of his zipper echoing in the small room.Â
You gasp as he enters you, inch by inch, filling you completely, the sensation of his cold skin against your heated flesh sending waves of pleasure through your body. His other hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off your air, but enough to remind you of his dominance, his control over your body and your desires.Â
He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you, the force making you cry out. His grip tightens, his hips setting a punishing rhythm that has you seeing stars. Each thrust sends a jolt of cold fire through you, the stark contrast of his frigid skin against your burning need only serving to heighten your pleasure.Â
The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled whimpers and his deep, satisfied grunts as he claims you, his sharp canines grazing your shoulder as he marks you, his patient.
As your moans grew louder, Cullen's hand left your hip and covered your mouth, his thumb pressing against your lower lip as his other fingers dug into your cheek. He was relentless, his hips moving with a precision that spoke of his experience and his unyielding need to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.Â
Each thrust hit the spot deep inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, and you could feel yourself growing wetter, your walls clenching around him with every stroke. The muffled sounds of your cries were only for his ears, a secret symphony of passion that played out in the quiet of the exam room.Â
His own breaths grew harsher, his movements more erratic, as he felt your body tense beneath him, his name a silent scream against his palm. The heat of your arousal mixed with the coldness of his hand on your mouth was a delicious torment, your eyes rolling back in your head as he claimed you, his possession complete.Â
The world outside the room ceased to exist, and all that remained was the frantic dance of your bodies, the cold steel of his touch, and the warm, velvety embrace of his cock filling you over and over again. You felt your climax building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter you, your body begging for release.Â
"Not yet, princess," Cullen whispers, his voice hoarse and urgent against your ear, his movements unrelenting. His cold hand slides from your mouth to your neck, his grip firm as he feels your body begin to tighten around him, the warmth of your passion meeting the chill of his touch.Â
His strokes become deeper, more deliberate, as he watches your face contort with the beginnings of your climax. You try to hold back, your eyes squeezed shut, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip to muffle your cries. Each thrust sends a fresh wave of cold fire through you, making your toes curl and your nails dig into the edge of the exam table.Â
"Iâll let you know when to cum for me," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand on your hip guides your hips back to meet his, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding. You can feel the swell of his cock inside you, the pressure building, the coldness of his skin against your hot, wet flesh.
Your eyes fly open, and you stare at the wall, panting, as he continues to fuck you with a masterful precision that has you teetering on the edge of oblivion. Your body is his to command, your pleasure his to give and withhold.Â
And as much as you want to cum, to shatter beneath his touch, you know that you won't until he says so. The anticipation is agonizing, a sweet torture that only makes the eventual release all the more potent.Â
You whimper, your body begging for relief, but Cullen's grip tightens, his movements unyielding. "Soon," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. "But not yet. I want to feel you clench around me, tight and desperate, begging for it." His voice is a dark promise, a siren's call that you can't resist.Â
You push back against him, your body moving in time with his rhythm, the cold steel of his hand on your neck a stark contrast to the warmth building in your core. The tension is unbearable, a coil winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.Â
You're so close, so very close, but he won't let you go over the edge. Not yet. Not until he's ready. And in that moment, you realize just how much you crave his control, his dominance over your very being. It's a heady feeling, one that makes you want to both fight against him and surrender completely to his will.Â
You gasp out his name, a plea and a curse all rolled into one, your voice echoing in the small, intimate space. His response is a feral growl, his hips slamming into you with renewed vigor, his hand on your neck pressing a little harder, his thumb stroking the pulse point beneath your jaw.Â
You're so close, so incredibly close, and you know that when he finally lets you go, when he allows you to come, it's going to be like nothing you've ever felt before. The coldness of his touch, the heat of his desire, the raw power of his control all coalesce into a storm of sensation that threatens to consume you. And you can't wait.
âYou can let go now.â he growls into your ear. With a final, powerful thrust, Cullen's hand clamps down hard over your mouth, muffling your scream of pleasure as your body finally gives in to the climax that had been building for what felt like an eternity.Â
The pressure of his hand, the coldness of his skin against your flushed cheek, only heightens the sensation, making your orgasm feel like it's shattering you into a million pieces. Your eyes squeeze shut as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, your legs trembling and your core clenching around him, desperately trying to hold on to the feeling.Â
His own release follows swiftly, his hips jerking as he buries himself to the hilt, filling you completely with his seed. His grip on your neck tightens, his breath hot against your ear, as he rides out his climax with a deep, guttural groan. The room seems to spin around you, the only solid point the cold steel of his hand, grounding you in the midst of the tumultuous storm of sensation.Â
As your body starts to come down from the high, you feel him pull out slowly, his grip on you loosening, his breathing still ragged. He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something else, something primal and possessive.Â
You collapse onto the exam table, boneless and spent, the coldness of the room now a stark contrast to the heat that still pulses through your veins. He reaches down to pull your panties back up, his movements surprisingly gentle given the ferocity of his earlier actions.Â
The cold fabric against your sensitive skin sends a shiver through you, a final reminder of the intensity of what just transpired. You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of when you'll get to feel his cold touch again, eager to play out this twisted game of cat and mouse once more.
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He's so honest babes..
You can't fight the logic.
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My ancestors looking down at me as I talk about how much I love white men
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NERDY BOYFRIEND
you love your nerdy boyfriend. no matter what his hyper-fixations or fandoms may be, you love the way he lights up when itâs brought into conversation. heâs just so in his element when he dishes out lore or his own head-canons. god, heâs just so cute when he gets hyped up about a comic issue, video game, or a new episode. your bond gets stronger when he introduces you to what heâs into. heâs a little nervous at first, but then it turns out you like it just as much as him. even if you donât particularly like it, you still support him because thatâs your baby. he treats you well. itâs easy spoil him with merch. he kisses the ground you walk on when you text him a picture of some and you tell him that you thought of him when you saw it. he thinks you hung the moon when you bring up a reference. heâs talked to you about million different things before in the past and you actually remembered a reference that some would find obscure. he loves you so much because you just get him. you donât see him as childish or lame, you see him as a person who loves and loves hard. he may have a few female crushes within certain universes, but youâre always going to be his ultimate. he may be a nerd, but thatâs your nerd.
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Training
Pairing: Peter Parker x f!reader
Summary: Peter has never been able to last enough to take care of you, but as it turns out... practice does make perfect.
Warnings: talk about premature ejaculation, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, sub!peter and lots of pet names for spidey.
he was always so desperate around you. He was always shy about it, but every time you gave him permission his hands never left your body.
He was so fucking in love with you it was actually a little bit scary.
Nobody had ever made him feel the way you did, and not just sex-wise (although goddamn wasn't that the best thing ever), no, but feelings-wise- like he could breathe more easily around you, like he felt light and soft and the word was perfect whenever you were near.
And everything really was perfect... except one little thing.
he couldn't last.
You weren't making it a big deal, being that you were also teaching him every other way he could make you come, but still, he wanted to do it... he so desperately wanted to feel your walls squeeze him as you came that he was willing to do anything... but it was just so hard.
Andit never got easier...
"c'mon baby" you purred, taking his face in your hands "You can do it, think of something else," you said, out of breath as you bounced on his cock "Anything else baby, I'm almost there"
His eyes were shut close.
He'd found that he didn't even stand a chance at lasting more than 2 minutes if he was watching you.
And he tried, he really tried to get his mind to make something up, to will it to find something else to focus on, but-
"you feel so good y/n- I-I can't"
"yes you can" you shut him up with a messy kiss "You wanna be my good boy, baby?" you ask, eliciting a whimper from his throat
"y-yes" he choked out, not sure how he still hadn't burst
"Yeah?" you breathed "Then you're gonna have to be good and wait a little more" you moaned, his dick hitting a particularly good spot "Can you do that for me, baby? can you wait a little more?"
"mh-mh" he hummed, sounding on the verge of tears
"good boy" you moaned, your nails scratching his chest, as he stretched you so incredibly well "fuck-you feel so good" you cried, your voice drowning out the sound of your skin slapping with his "s-so big baby" you moaned again "s-so f-fucking-"
And then, just like that, it happened- the most extraordinary thing he'd ever felt.
You came, you came on his cock- you came because of him (although, let's be honest, you did all the work), and it felt-
he didn't even have words for it, he only groaned louder than he had ever done, and finally (and inevitably) reached his own release as your walls squeezed his dick and your moans filled the air.
He was grinning like an idiot the moment you opened your eyes back up, and you couldn't help but laugh "You liked it?"
"yes" he nodded, still smiling wide "yes very much"
"mhh" you hummed, bashing in your post-orgasmic bliss as you leaned down to kiss him "I told you you could do it honey"
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night out
a/n:Â we back babyyy!!! i haven't been able to stop thinking about these two for fucking months, so i wrote both this aaaaand another part to wrap up their story and get it out of my system.
summary: âI canât believe youâre fucking jealous right nowâŠâ
warnings:Â bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader x ex!peter parker, light smut, readerâs mom is the british ambassador to france, age gap (10-15 years), tattooed!bucky (both a metal arm and tattoos as picked in a poll by you), beefy!bucky, forbidden romance, bffs kate bishop and yelena belova, french rave, dancing, kissing, over-the-clothes fun, foreplay, references to public sex, choking, manhandling, jealousness, possessiveness, angst, arguments, brat mode activated (though its totally justified), these hoes are not dealing with their emotions in a healthy way but it's just for the sake of yummy drama
word count: 1993
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âI thought we were just going to a cute little wine bar, not a fucking rave,â you yelled over the music as your friends dragged you further into the warehouse.Â
âOh, come on, babe,â Yelena boomed, slinking her arm around both yours and Kate's neck, âdonât be a chicken now.â
âYeah,â your brunette friend on the other side of Yelena tilted her frame to catch your apprehensive eye, âyou already sneaked out, so you might as well make it count.âÂ
âI hate it when youâre right,â you groaned, your gaze narrowed to a squint as you got used to the warm flashing lights that dully illuminated the club.Â
âThen you must always hate me,â a smug smirk spread across her features before the trio of you ventured further into the crowded space.Â
As the night faded away, you found yourselves bathing in the strobes of neon light as your bodies moved on their own accord, like you were all part of a hive, buzzing together in harmony.
But then when you tapped both of your dancing friends on their shoulders and ushered their ears to lean in close to your lips, you told them, âIâm gonna go get some water,â receiving two thumbs up before you made your way through the crowd to the curved bar in the corner.Â
However, after the bartender handed you a plastic bottle and you tilted your head back to take a much-needed sip, a familiar voice found your ears from across the bar.Â
âAs I live and fucking breathe,â you tipped the bottle back down and glanced down the way at the unexpected figure moseying closer to where you stood.Â
âPeter!â a surprised smile couldnât help but spread across your features, âwhat are you doing here?âÂ
Settling in beside you, he said, âitâs a Saturday night, where else would I be?â
âNo, I mean, what are you doing in Paris?âÂ
âOh, what, am I not allowed to be in your city anymore since the breakup?â he joked.
âNo, of course, you can be here.âÂ
Leaning in even closer so that he didnât have to yell as loud, he asked, âso how are you doing?â
âMe? Iâm good, yeah,â your head bobbed in a nod, âhow about you?â
âCanât complain,â his gaze washed over you as if no time had passed at all, âso⊠can I ask you something?â
âSure,â you shifted the water bottle to your other hand.Â
âYou seeing anyone?âÂ
âOh, wow,â you half coughed, âPeter Parker, king of subtlety.âÂ
âYeah, well, Iâve seen you naked more times than I can count, so I figured subtlety went out the window a long time ago,â he smirked, âso, are you?â
âIâ, uhmâŠâ your eyes averted a moment as you uttered, âno.âÂ
You werenât, it was true. Though the reason for why youâd sneaked out in the first place did have to do with a matter of the heart.Â
Youâd asked your friends what their advice would be if you hypothetically needed to get over someone. They both of course assumed that you were referring to the man standing before you in the disco and not the person who watched you like a hawk every minute of every day. The method they had suggested wasnât a sound one, though one that still found you desperate enough to try.Â
To go out, meet someone else and bang the dude out of your system.Â
âCan I ask you something else?â Peter asked again, ripping you out of your thoughts, away from your bodyguard and back in the moment. As you offered him a nod, he smiled brightly, âyou wanna dance?â
And thatâs how you found yourself in the middle of a crowded dancefloor, plastered against your ex.
It didnât take long before your lips reunited as well, staying locked as you both let your hands wander, though for you it wasnât entirely in the spirit of rekindling something that youâd missed, and more to help you forget about the person who you truly wished to lose yourself on a dancefloor with.Â
âFuck,â you heard Peter groan in your ear and his desperation poked your lower abdomen for the attention you used to give it, âyou wanna go slip into the bathroom?â
âUhh,â you giggled as his lips tickled the side of your neck, âwhat kinda woman do you take me to be?â
âMine,â he smiled, âthatâs who. I know you. A club bathroom is nothing⊠remember Amsterdam?â
âY-yeah, I remember,â your body tingled at the thought.Â
âThatâs also an option, if thatâs the kind of mood you're in,â he winked.Â
Chuckling as he squeezed your tit, you shook your head lightly, âIâm not fucking you here on the dancefloor.âÂ
âOh, come on, itââ
But the rest of your exâs sentence was cut short as a figure forced itself between you two and pried you apart. Â
Instinctively reaching out for Peter as he was forcefully pushed back, your arm then faltered as you blinked up to discover who had shoved him.Â
âBarnes,â a shiver ran down your spine at the stormy expression plastered all over his face, a side of him youâd never witnessed before, âIââ
But he cut you off, only to bark, âout, now.â
âBut Iââ
âDo you wanna walk on your own or should I just toss you over my shoulder?â he glared down at you just before you watched Peterâs hand plant itself on Buckyâs broad shoulder.Â
âHey, dude, donât touch her, back off,â your ex tried to square up to the intimidating guard dog.Â
âNo, no, Peter, itâs alright,â you rushed to explain, knowing full well that your bodyguard could and would put him in the hospital, âheâsââŠâ your eyes briefly flickered up to Buckyâs steely blue eyes, still directed at you, âheâs my bodyguard,â before you let your touch graze Peterâs forearm, âIâm so sorry, it was great seeing you again, but I have to go.âÂ
Getting dragged out of the club like a perp from a crime scene was not the way youâd imagined your night would wrap up.Â
After heâd virtually tossed you in the back and slammed the car door shut behind you, you fished out your phone and swiftly sent your friends an explanatory text while you half-watched Bucky march around the vehicle to the driverâs side.Â
The silent treatment he then served you nearly felt worse than the heated words you imagined tumbled around in his head as he fumed, his knuckles nearly turned white from how fiercely he was gripping onto the steering wheel.Â
But when you finally mustered the courage to break the eerie silence, your words came out just above a whisper, âIâm sorryâŠâ
âAre you?â his eyes snapped up to find yours in the review mirror, âreally? Because I donât fucking buy it.âÂ
âWell, I am!â you threw up your arms, âwhat do you want me to do?âÂ
âNot sneak out like a fucking teenager to get drunk with your little boyfriend,âÂ
âIâm not drunk and heâs not my boyfriend!âÂ
Not taking any of your words to heart, Bucky went on, âyou know how stupid this was, right? What if something had happened, huh? I know you didnât personally read the threats you got back when I first got this job, but trust me when I tell you that if any of those fuckers had gotten their hands on you tonight, youâd be lucky if you were still breathing when the sun rose. This is exactly the sort of reckless behaviour that caused you to need my help in the first place.â
Your mouth then fell open, utterly stunned at his audacity, âoh my god⊠youâre unbelievableâŠâ you uttered breathlessly before hazily commanding, âstop the carâŠâ
âNoââ
âStop the fucking car!â you roared, casting your gaze to him once more till you felt his foot step on the break.Â
As the car screeched to a stop, you wasted no time ripping the door open and storming out.Â
Though you didnât dare to look back, you still heard him exit the vehicle as well and shadow you as you wandered a few paces away, just far enough for you to be able to get some air.Â
âY/n,â you heard him from just a few meters behind you, âget back in the carââ
But you didnât shift your feet as you then interrupted, back still turned to him.
âI canât believe youâre fucking jealous right nowâŠâ
âWhat?â
âWell arenât you?â you heatedly twisted around to face him, âbecause it sure fucking looks like it. Getting all fucking possessive, ripping me away from my ex before I can crawl my way back to him, before I get the chance to feel anyone inside of me but youââ
âStopââ
âIs that it? You just want me all to yourself?â you kept on poking, too blind by your fury to consider the consequences, âyou want it to be you that Iâm so in love with that Iâd make you personalised porn, which would consequently ruin my life and cause me to have a babysitter essentially stalking me.â
âStop!â he took a step closer as he barked.
âUnless youâve already seen the tape,â your feet shifted back, keeping him at a distance, âfantasising that itâs for you, getting yourself off to the image of me bouncing on that pretty pink dildoââ
Your sentence then crumbled into a shrivelled yelp as you felt his cold metal hand seize your neck and push you the last few inches up against the brick wall behind you.Â
His fingers didnât squeeze you in the slightest, though you still knew just how easy it would have been for him to tighten his grip and turn it into more than just a raging warning.Â
âYou done?â he spat as his eyes pieced directly into your soul, âor do you wanna give me more reasons why youâre nothing more than a spoiled little brat, why I should just quit now and not have to deal anymore with what a fucking pain you are in my ass?â
For the life of you, no attempts at offering him an answer were successful on your lips.Â
He scared you.Â
Heâd never scared you before.Â
Both because of the explosion youâd undoubtedly made even worse than it had to be, but also his fleeting threat of leaving you for good.Â
It all terrified youâŠÂ
Though, there was also a different sensation that it awoke within you, one that caused your eyes to flutter down towards his lips, an action that your bodyguard surprisingly mirrored as well as your heated breaths synced up.Â
You had no idea who moved first, if it was you or him, but the next thing you knew, you were kissing him.
With adrenaline still pumping in your veins, you clawed at his broad frame as you let your tongue flicker out and flutter against his own. The steely hand that had locked itself around your neck softened and whisked down your form, mirroring your own starving touch as he securely held you like you were about to fall.Â
However, just as your palm slid down to find the bulge in his pants, rubbing it needily before your fingers tried to seize the short zipper, Bucky took a large step back, snapping to his senses and creating a wide distance between him and your melted form against the brick.Â
His eyes refused to meet your foggy ones as he held them to the ground, slowly catching his breath before uttering, âget in the car,â defeat shining through in his low tone.
âBuckyâ,â you tried, but without success as he then cut you off.Â
âPlease, justââŠâ his gaze fluttered shut a moment as you then heard him sombrely promise, âlook, Iâll make sure your mom doesnât hear word of what happened tonight. If we go now, then weâll arrive before any of the staff wakes up, no one will notice.â
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for fanfic writers and readers
as a black girl who loves a lot of different movies and shows, fanfic allows me to read stories that put me in the middle of my favorite things. however, fanfic often (unintentionally) excludes girls who look like me.
i am so sick and tired of reading a fanfiction and having to rewrite it in my brain because a character description immediately implies that the reader is white. if you don't know what i mean, here are some examples.
"your skin turned pink" or "you blushed": black girls and women with darker skin tones CANNOT blush. our skin does not just turn pink
"pulled your hair into a messy bun": my 4a hair cannot be pulled into a messy bun at random. i may be able to do a ponytail if i have braids in, and i might be able to tie it up if I have an old twist-out, but a "messy bun" is often not possible.
"he ran his hands through your hair": yeah...unless my hair is in a silk press (and an OLD silk press), that's not happening
there are a plethora of other examples that would make this post insanely long, so let me get to the point. there are very easy ways to make fanfic a bit more inclusive; all you have to do is tweak a few character descriptions. OR, put in your pairing or warnings that the reader is implied to be white.
and finally: please, please stop tagging your DARK fanfictions "xblack!reader." i am tired of searching for fluff under the black reader tag and finding non-con, dark themes, etc., ESPECIALLY when the fic ends up being for a white readerđ.
the goal of my page is to create a safe space for black girls who love reading fanfiction. i am only one person, so if you'd like to help, here are some ways to do that!
send me fics (preferably marvel and stranger things to start) that are with a black reader
comment some other things in fanfics that imply that the reader is white or that make the fic a little less accessible
REBLOG FICS BY BLACK WRITERS
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sirius black being the cockiest mf ever trying to impress his crush and she is not impressed in the slightest to the point he starts getting really shy around her because he no longer knows how to act if his usual bravado doesn't work
but turns out just being his dorky, vulnerable, and still (softer) flirty self works like a charm!!
Sirius would totally the most cocky and immature tactics to get you to go out with him. it would be romantic for sure. im picturing the dance number that heath ledger sings in â10 things i hate about you.â
I hope you enjoy!
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summery: after Sirius gives up on his boastful ways of flirting, you turn the other cheek and notice the popular marauder is sweet and dorky on the inside.
warnings: not proof read. one inappropriate joke, but thatâs all đ«¶đ»
pairing: sirius black x reader
Sirius Black was a charmer. That was for certain. Rumors spread like the plague of his roughish ways. You were not a fan of him, which was unfortunate for you because he was a fan of you. Constantly. Every chance he would get, he would flirt you up in the hallway.
âHey y/n, what are you doing later?â He would ask you. You replied with, âMcGonagallâs transfiguration essay.â
Sirius just smirked and returned with his cocky banter, âThatâs a shame, I wish youâd do me instead.â He grinned, James and Peter behind him laughing.
It wasnât genuine, or at least thatâs how you felt. You rolled your eyes and replied with, âYou wish, Black. In your dreams.â
You walked away with out seeing or hearing Siriusâ response. It frustrated you to no end that he would joke that way. You wanted to save him the trouble. He was obnoxious and too cocky for your own liking.
You missed when he was sweet and genuine. Not the popular boy that has become a staple at Hogwarts.
Sirius on the other hand, genuinely did want you. But no other tactic had gotten him a date. The rumors were misconstrued and he put on a cocky front. But in reality he was just as shy and dorky as he used to be.
One night after a hogsmeade trip, you were reading in the Gryffindor common room. It was a nice quiet night by the fire place. But all of a sudden, Sirius showed up, sat in an arm chair near you and started playing with wizarding cards.
âCould you keep that down?â You asked him, looking up from your book.
You expected a witty and cocky calculated response, but instead Sirius looked flushed. He ran a hand through this shiny hair and nodded, a little shy.
He gave up on impressing you and being so boastful. What did he have to lose? âYeah sure, sorry.â He replied.
Siriusâ response continued to surprise you. Where were his annoyingly witty comments and jokes? Why wasnât he flirting?
âAre you okay?â You asked, now a little confused.
âYeah Iâm fine,â he replied, lookin over at you. In his mind you looked so beautiful sitting by the fire. âUrmâactually I wanted to apologize. For making you so upset. I just think youâre really pretty an all. But Iâm taking the hint and Iâll stop.â
He sounded so sweet about it and vulnerable. This was the Sirius you liked. The genuine one.
You smiled softly, âThank you for the apology Sirius. I appreciate it. But you really think Iâm pretty?â You asked.
He nodded, continuing to be sincere in his response. âYeah, could never take my eyes off you love?â He said. It was straightforward and flirty but absolutely adorable and dorky.
You blushed. Why couldnât be t he like this all the time?
âI like you like this.â You said, with a small smile. Sirius flushed.
âY-you-u do?â He asked, a little surprised. This was the first time youâd shown him affection.
âYeah. I mean when you arenât being so boastful and cocky around me. I like the genuine you, Sirius.â You said.
With that, he sat up and walked over to the couch. He sat next you and both were facing each other.
âSooo, I guess what youâre saying is???â He teased. You lightly pushed him and laughed.
âIâm saying if you tried to ask me out in a less boastful way. I would say yes.â You explained, blushing.
Sirius felt like heâd won the jackpot. âReally?! Uh I mean oh thatâs cool.â He said, earning another giggle out of you.
âY/n, will you go out with me?â He asked, sincerely.
You nodded, âYes Sirius, I will.â
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