#she is Nonstop grinding i love her so much

[goose-nut]

Lynn any time the sd girlies need comfort

[hard-core-super-star]

Can i ask one for Kate Bishop. One where kate and reader's are best friends .they sleep together after being drunk. R is hopelessly in love with her. Everybody including kate knows this but it's like an un spoken thing.katie says doesn't see r like that because obviously she's afraid of losing the friendship if the relationship fails. Tells r that night was a one tym thing . After sometimes start seeing somebody so r will get the idea. So much angst ,heart breaks ,Kate being an idiot ,r being lovesick puppy .and a Happy ending .☺️ Its okay if you can't .Thank you ♥

an inch away from more than just friends [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x reader

summary: falling in love with your best friend is supposed to be easy. unfortunately, neither you nor kate are particularly good at talking about your feelings.

warnings: a complete mess of fluff, smut, angst, and idiots in love; kate is HORRIBLE at acknowledging her feelings; drunken hookup in a storage closet {lots of grinding + teasing; r is a brat and kate is annoyed but turned on; small bits of dirty talk}

wordcount: 4k

a/n: I'M ALIVE! sorry for not posting much on here, i've been spending a lot of this past month working on my vampire!kate story so inspiration has been quite limited. i'm thinking about posting more short drabbles but idk how to format them 😅 anyway, i hope you're all doing well and i hope you enjoy <3

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You weren't sure how you had ended up here. You hated parties. Especially ones thrown by rich people who had nothing better to do than spend a ridiculous amount of money on expensive booze and shitty food.

Not to mention, this particular party was being hosted in some skyscraper in downtown New York, which meant no matter how badly you wanted to escape the bustling atmosphere, there was nowhere else to go. Even the balconies that littered the outside were subject to the nonstop sounds of traffic.

At least it was better than being inside and having to sit through endless small talk about things you didn't understand.

A familiar voice pulls you out of your thoughts as you lean against the railing, silently watching the cars drive by on the street below you. "There you are."

You turn your head and give Kate a small smile. "Hey."

The archer approaches you, a certain bounce in her step that isn't coming from her normal bubbly personality. 

While you weren't the biggest fan of these types of parties, Kate somehow thrived in them. Sure, she could be awkward most times, and she had a terrible habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, but she was charming. And as much as she hated the rich men who she had to rub elbows with all night, she understood them.

She'd grown up in this life while you...well, you were an outsider. Someone who didn't fit in, no matter how many expensive outfits the young CEO bought you or how many people she argued with.

The only thing you two could agree on was that the best part of these events was the free alcohol.

"How long have you been out here?" Kate asks as she joins you, her side pressing against yours and giving away how tipsy she already is.

"Like twenty minutes," you reply. "It was getting too stuffy in there."

She laughs and you allow yourself to admire her jawline and the way the city lights bounce across her skin. "Tell me about it. I swear I've had the same conversation with everyone."

"I don't know why you still bother coming to these things."

"It's good for the company, I guess," she says with a shrug. "And it gives me an excuse to get dressed up with you."

You roll your eyes at her, hating the way your heart instantly skips a beat at her words. She always gets extra flirty when she drinks. If you were more of an optimist, you might even believe her words had some sort of truth to them. 

"You're an idiot."

She makes a face at you, her features a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "You always say that."

"Because it's true," you say.

"Whatever," she huffs.

The two of you stand there for a few minutes, basking in the closeness of your bodies. It's a small thing, but it's moments like these that remind you just how deep your feelings for the archer run.

The buzz from the alcohol in your system leads you to rest your head on her shoulder without a second thought. Her arm wraps around you in an instant and it's not until that moment that you realize how cold you are.

"Can we leave yet?" You ask in a soft voice. It's a little embarrassing how desperate you are to be away from the bustling party.

"Almost," she replies. "I think you owe me a dance."

You groan, already dreading the looks you'll definitely get. "Do we have to?"

"Yes, we do." She gives your side an affectionate squeeze before pulling away from you. "Just one dance, and then we can leave."

You know better than to trust her words, but you can't pretend dancing with her doesn't sound nice. Clearly, Kate isn't the only one with lowered inhibitions right now.

"Fine," you roll your eyes but reach out for her hand.

Her fingers interlock with yours, and she leads the way to the makeshift dance floor. Thankfully, most people seem too busy in their own conversations to pay attention to the dancing couples...and you and Kate.

It fills you with more bitterness than you'd like, but you try not to dwell on it. It's easier said than done...until her hands land on your waist and pull you close to her. 

"You can come closer, sweetheart, I don't bite."

A nervous laugh escapes you. Mainly because you've listened to enough of her superhero stories to know for a fact she does bite, but also because getting closer to her is the last thing you should do right now.

She makes it far too easy to do, though, so you give in and wrap your arms around her neck.

The two of you start swaying to the soft music being played by the small group of musicians at the front of the room. It's hard not to spend the entire time admiring her features from this distance and as much as you try to ignore it, it's impossible to deny the way your heart flutters in your chest every time you make eye contact with her.

Your silence seems to surprise her, considering the way her eyebrows furrow together. "You okay?"

You nod and try to ignore how close your faces are. "Yeah, just...thinking."

That seems to get her attention and her concerned look turns into a slightly mischievous smile. "Oh yeah? About what?"

"Wouldn't you love to know?" You reply, hoping your attempt at teasing her will help distract her.

It doesn't work and instead of moving on, she wordlessly pulls you closer, her smile turning into a smirk when your eyes widen from the sudden proximity. "Come on, sweetheart, don't get shy on me now."

"You're annoying."

"Is that why you've been staring at my lips this whole time?"

Her words catch you off-guard, but they're not exactly far-fetched. The alcohol in your system mixed with having her so close only equals a long list of bad ideas. You can't deny how enticing those ideas sound, though.

You somehow manage to find your voice long enough to throw her observation back at her. "I think you're projecting, Katie."

"So you don't want to kiss me?"

She's toying with you, you know she is because you've seen her do it countless times, but you can't find it in yourself to really care. You know you shouldn't do it. You try to remind yourself that you're both drunk and simply trying to rile each other up for fun.

That no matter what happens, it won't mean anything. At least, not to her.

The longer you think about it, though, the less the potential consequences matter to you.

"I do," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "But only because it's the only way to shut you up."

You expect her to laugh at you and change the topic, but, of course, she doesn't. Because the only thing Kate loves more than annoying you is taking you by surprise.

In an instant, she closes the distance between your faces, her lips meeting yours in a borderline hesitant kiss. You're certain you've never seen her so nervous before. It's strange but endearing.

More than that, it helps distract you from how nervous you are.

She pulls away from you with a smile so bright that it makes your mind swim. "I guess you were right, kissing me does shut me up."

"Is that your way of trying to convince me to kiss you again?" You ask, doing your best to act nonchalant.

You're not sure that it works very well, but thankfully, she makes no teasing comments about it. She simply steals all your thoughts away by kissing you again.

The fact that you're one step away from fully making out in the middle of the dance floor isn't lost on you. Kate seems to come to the same realization as you at that moment and she reluctantly pulls away from you just to grab your hand and lead you away from everyone's gaze.

You don't know where exactly she's taking you, you just know it's definitely not toward the exit. You'd love to call her out on it and act upset and yet...you don't. How can you when your curiosity is practically eating you alive?

She drags you into the first storage closet she finds, closing the door behind you and pushing you against it. The action steals your breath away, along with the rest of your coherent thoughts.

You weren't going to act like you'd never fantasized about doing this with Kate but you'd always imagined it would happen under different circumstances. Although, if you're completely honest, you can't say you're actually mad about it.

"Hi," you whisper, your eyes drifting down to her lips once more.

"Hey." Her hands find their way back to your waist as she steps forward, effectively trapping you against the door. "Are you...still okay with this? 'Cause we can just leave and act like nothing happened."

You appreciate her thoughtful words even though the fire she started within you is burning far too bright to be put out now. 

"Yeah, I'm okay," you assure her. "I don't think stopping is an option now."

Your words seem to make her hesitation disappear and her smirk instantly makes a comeback. "And why is that, darling?"

"You know why."

Kate leans in closer, one of her hands drifting down to grip your leg and lift it up until it's wrapped around her waist. "Maybe...but I want to hear you say it."

"In your dreams, sweetheart."

You feel incredibly proud of yourself until the archer pushes herself against you, creating the most wonderful friction against your center. The movement catches you off-guard and you let out an embarrassingly desperate moan at the feeling.

The brunette takes advantage of the moment and ducks down to attach her lips to your neck. "I would love to put you in your place but you are far too adorable like this."

Your head tilts back to give her more access to your skin as you struggle to put yourself together long enough to reply to her words. "I wouldn't describe this as adorable."

She chuckles against your skin, the feeling of her warm breath sending ripples of pleasure down your spine. You almost can't believe this is actually happening. For a second, you briefly wonder if you're simply dreaming.

There's no way the pressure of her body against yours isn't real, though. No way for the pleasure you're experiencing to be completely made up by you.

The hand still on your waist gives you a soft squeeze before she guides you against her. There's something slightly humiliating about grinding against her in some random, badly lit, storage closet that only adds to the intensity of the moment.

Kate seems to read your mind considering the way she moves against you, drawing out another barely supressed moan. "You're holding back, y/n/n."

Her teasing words only make you want to tease her right back. Just because you've wanted her like this for a long time doesn't mean you want to make things easy for her. Riling her up is always more fun anyway.

"Maybe you're just not as good as you think you are," you reply, hoping she won't call you out for grinding against her so desperately. 

She has no plan to make things easy on you, though, and as annoying as it is, it's also incredibly attractive. "That's not what your body is saying." 

"How can you be such a dork at a time like this?" 

"It's my talent." 

"Keep telling yourself that." 

She groans, out of annoyance rather than pleasure, but you know your slight defiance is a turn on for her. It's almost funny how someone so bratty gets such a rush out of putting other brats in their place. "I hope you know your attitude is going to cost you later." 

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Katie." 

Her hand finally makes its way up your thigh, and she cups your heated core in one quick move. "How am I the annoying one?" 

You let out a sharp gasp, your hips rocking against her hand with zero shame or hesitation. You're already so close to falling apart, the coil in your stomach embarrassingly close to snapping already. In your defense, it's been a long time since your last hookup. 

"Not so mouthy now, are you, sweetheart?" Her amusement is more than clear and, even though you'd love nothing more than to wipe the smirk off her face, you're a little preoccupied with the mounting pleasure. 

"Kate..." You whimper, attempting to pull her impossibly closer to you. "Fuck."

Her teasing energy is quickly replaced by satisfaction. Satisfaction that motivates her to speed up her movements, effectively replacing all your thoughts with the feeling of her hands on you.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" She asks, her lips trailing a path from your neck to your jaw.

"Yeah," you reply, your voice a breathless, needy, whisper. "...please."

"Such a good girl. Go on, let me hear you fall apart for me."

Her words are exactly what you need to let go. It's a little embarrassing, and the lack of full contact makes it a little less satisfying than you'd like, but your orgasm crashes into you almost instantly. Your hands grip onto her shoulders as you ride out the waves, her soft whispers guiding you through the overwhelming sensations.

You're shaking and panting and absolutely spent after such a rush of emotions and Kate is right there, holding you close through it all. Somehow, the affection and care she's showing you feels even better than the orgasm you just had.

"You okay, baby?" She asks as she leans back just enough so your eyes can meet again.

You nod, still too shaken to find your voice. 

"You're too cute." 

Despite your breathlessness, she gives you a quick kiss, pouring far too many feelings neither of you want to think about right now into it. The alcohol must be draining from your system because you're already starting to freak out about this.

About how difficult it'll be to act like nothing happened. Like you're not completely in love with your best friend.

There's no way for you to deny it now. Hell, Kate herself can't deny it anymore either.

And yet you both try.

"Do you want to go back to my apartment?" She asks once you're able to pull away from each other.

The intention is behind her words is more than clear and it somehow manages to bring your confidence back. "Only if you let me repay the favor."

"I think we can definitely work something out," she replies with a genuine smile.

That's all you need to take her hand and drag her out of the storage closet. Her laugh rings out in your ears as you make your way to the exit.

True to your word, you spend the rest of the night returning the favor and drawing orgasm after orgasm out of Kate. It's not enough to make you believe you'll be together the way you want to and yet it's more than enough for ythe moment. 

It's more than you ever thought you'd get from her.

Unfortunately, morning comes too quickly and it brings the realization that you severely underestimated how much things would change. How quick Kate would be to sweep everything under the rug and deny it even happened.

It hurts but it's not a complete surprise considering the way the archer reacts to most things.

You manage to work through it, silencing your desires in favor of making her comfortable and keeping her in your life. It's not the healthiest thing in the world but you manage.

Your friendship only suffers for a few days before you're back to normal. No one would even notice anything if it weren't for the major heart eyes you throw her way all the time.

Everyone knows, though. Everyone cares except Kate.

Instead of talking about it like a normal person, she decides to make things worse by getting a girlfriend. You don't even know who she is and the archer doesn't give you any real details, she just mumbles something about a coffee shop and a cute dog.

You've never known Kate to be particularly reserved but she is this time. Not just that, she actively ignores you. Dodging your questions expertly and pretending there's nothing weird about how little time she spends with you.

You had always assumed it would be your feelings that ruined your friendship but Kate managed to ruin everything on her own. It's almost a skill.

Somehow, even as your heart breaks and endless questions swim around your mind, you manage to keep going. More than that, you match Kate's energy and pretend you don't even notice the change in her attitude. You're not sure who's more hurt by that but you don't even care.

You treasure the brief moments you get with her and mentally shout at her every time she cancels another movie night. Her excuses are endless. One day, she tells you she's too busy with Avengers work, the next she's too caught up with Bishop Securities.

The only thing that brings you some sense of comfort is the fact you're not the only one being lied to. Her so-called "girlfriend" gets the same excuses as you, at least that's what Yelena tells you. The Russian has no reason to lie, though, so you believe her and ignore the rising thought of making Kate jealous.

That's the only thing you're able to do: ignore Kate and the feelings you still have for her.

It works for a while...until the archer finds her way back to you.

It's the middle of the night when you hear frantic knocking on your door. You suppress your fear long enough to make it to the door, baseball bat in hand.

You open the door and come face to face with those same blue eyes you've tried not to think about for over a month. "Kate?"

"Hey," she mumbles, nervousness instantly creeping into her voice. "I, um...can I come in?"

You're tempted to say no and slam the door in her face. You're honestly half-way to doing it when you notice the way she's swaying and clutching her side."You're not drunk, are you?" You question.

Your attempt to lighten the mood falls flat but she smiles anyway. "No, I'm unfortunately sober."

You hum in response before stepping aside and letting her come in. There's a voice in the back of your head that warns you not to get caught up in the past. To keep your distance until she, at the very least, apologizes for being such a jerk to you.

Kate manages to make it to your couch without tripping while you lock your door and put the baseball bat back in its usual place. You brace yourself for the uncomfortable conversation that's bound to follow as you follow after her.

"So...what happened to you?"

Her only response for a few moments is a groan and you do your best to stifle your laughter. For someone who's the human embodiment of a golden retriever, she looks a lot like a grumpy cat right now.

"Stupid mission," she grumbles while attempting to stretch her sore muscles. "I don't know where someone can get the money for that many henchmen."

"Says the rich girl," you reply with a smirk.Kate rolls her eyes but some of the tension in her shoulders disappears. 

"Oh, shut up."

Your cross your arms over your chest before raising an eyebrow at her. "I don't think you're in any position to talk to me like that."

A barely noticeable blush spreads across her features. "Sorry," she mumbles. "I just...I've missed talking to you like this."

You wish it didn't but your heart skips a beat at her words. It's stupid considering the fact she's the one who put you guys in this situation yet there's nothing you can do about it. Your heart still belongs to her.

"Is that why you've been ignoring me lately?" You ask, unable to keep the bitterness out of your tone. "Why are you even here, anyway? I'm sure your girlfriend's worried about you."

Your words cause the smallest of changes in Kate's body language. She hunches down almost as if she's trying to sink into herself and disappear. You've seen her like this far too many times to not know how she's feeling.

"She would be if she didn't hate my guts right about now," she replies with a sigh. "Can't say I blame her, breaking up with her and leaving on a mission isn't the most mature thing to do."

"Wow, you're finally self-aware," you tease her, more out of habit that anything else. "A lot can change in a month, huh?"

The lack of annoyance in your tone allows her to relax again. As much as you might like to be petty, she seems genuinely sorry and upset. "Okay, I deserve that. I've been an asshole to you."

"Yes, you have, but it looks like karma finally caught up with you."

There's an edge of concern to your words that you can't quite hide. She doesn't seem to be in excruciating pain which hopefully means she's not badly hurt but with how stubborn she is, you wouldn't be surprised if she was blatantly hiding a gunshot wound.

Kate chuckles as she leans back against your couch, the movement allows you to search her suit for bloodstains and, thankfully, you find nothing except a couple of tears in the fabric. "Karma's a bitch..but I probably deserved it."

"Probably?" You ask.

"Okay, fine," she grumbles. "I definitely deserved it. It just...seemed like the right thing to do."

You can't hold back the scoff that leaves your lips. "On what Earth was ignoring me after hooking up with me "the right thing to do"?"

She grimaces, the words hitting her a little too hard. You feel a little bad for her even though these are simply the consequences of her own actions. "I was afraid of ruining our friendship. I didn't...I don't want to lose you, y/n. You mean too much to me."

A part of you wants to keep being petty about the whole thing but you've missed her far too much to push her away now. Even though she probably deserves it for being such an idiot.

"You have a very weird way of showing it." You finally allow yourself to close the distance between you two, walking over and taking a seat next to her.

Kate's hand instantly finds its way into yours, her head turning to look at you. There's a thin layer of tears in her eyes that tugs at your heartstrings. "I know...and I really am sorry."

"I know," you reply, giving her hand a soft squeeze. "You're my best friend, Kate, I've always known you're an idiot."

She rolls her eyes but doesn't say anything more, allowing a comfortable silence to fill the room.

There's a lot more you both still want to say and yet neither of you makes any attempt at breaking the moment. It's almost comforting how quickly you fall back together like two slightly damaged magnets.

Finally, after minutes go by, Kate allows herself to tell you the truth.

"It's you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's always been you and I'm so sorry I tried to pretend it wasn't true."

Her words bring a wave of relief, and a slight bit of annoyance that you do your best to supress. "Can you just shut up and kiss me before I kick you out?"

She laughs, a real one this time, before leaning forward and stealing your breath with a kiss.

It's not enough to fix all the damage but it's a start. And you're more than happy to flip the page with her.

[sapphire-writes]

Long Day (modern!Aemond x Reader)

summary: Balancing life has been increasingly stressful. Aemond helps you relax.

warnings: mostly fluff! kissing, grinding, teasing

word count: 1.8k

note: we're at the point in the semester where some fluff is desperately needed. quick little fluffy story, hope you enjoy!

When you enter your dimly lit apartment, classical music is playing from the record player Helaena gifted you for your birthday last year. You’re arriving home much later than usual as seems to be the theme for the past couple of weeks. It nearly broke your heart to text Aemond again earlier, telling him you had to stay late at work.

Aemond is seated in his usual spot on the couch, a book in front of him, round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose—your favorite pair of his; the round ones with the brown frames. A cream-colored cable-knit sweater covers his torso, a blanket haphazardly thrown over his lower half. 

Vhagar sits in the space between his legs, curled up and purring softly. She’s always most content around Aemond, though she’s grown accustomed to your presence since you moved in together. She lazily opens a green eye, and Aemond turns his head at the sound of the door closing. He smiles at you, before returning to his book.

“Hello, love,” he softly greets, turning a page.

“Hey,” you answer with a sigh, unable to hide the exhaustion from the day. 

Aemond looks up from his book again, closing it with one hand. He knows you so well, if your voice is even a little off he catches it. You hang up your raincoat and place your shoes on the neighboring rack. It’s been raining nonstop for the past week; the weather matches your mood.

“What’s happened?”

“Nothing,” you tell him, walking toward the living room. You deposit your bag on the armchair before sitting next to him on the couch, “Just a long day, that’s all.”

Aemond hums, placing his hands under Vhagar who meows unhappily as he gently places her on the floor. She shakes, tall puffing in annoyance and glares at you, knowing you must be the reason for her disturbance. She trots away, her tummy pouch swinging as she disappears down the hall. 

“C’mere,” Aemond beckons and you scoot closer, leaning into him. 

He places an arm around your shoulders pulling you closer as you tuck your knees under you up on the couch. Leaning into his chest you breathe in the scent of his cologne. You can’t help but feel tears well in your eyes as his hand strokes a path down your arm and you unconsciously snuggle closer to him, sniffling slightly.

“What happened?” Aemond asks again, his voice soft and low. 

“Nothing,” you insist, “I mean, nothing happened I’m just…stressed that’s all.”

Aemond is quiet for a moment, continuing his smooth strokes on your arm. You can hear the steady beat of his heart through the sweater he wears, the sound comforting. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks.

“Not really,” you admit.

“Okay,” he agrees.

You stay beside him for a few moments in comfortable silence before he speaks again. 

“Tell you what,” he murmurs, “How about you unwind, take a nice shower, and get all comfortable and I’ll make you something to eat.”

You glance up at him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Grilled cheese?” you ask hopefully.

“With soup?” he asks, and you eagerly nod causing him to chuckle, “Coming right up.”

Reluctantly you pull yourself away from him, but the promise of a home-cooked comfort meal is enough encouragement to get unready. You take your time in the shower, Vhagar sitting outside the glass doors and licking the condensation that forms from the steam. Showing yourself some love you use every single product you own; scrubbing, lathering, and deep conditioning yourself into a state of euphoria. 

You wrap your fluffiest towel around yourself and take the extra time to dry your hair before throwing it into a claw clip. Scooping Vhagar with you, you walk down the hall to your bedroom, depositing her on the bed. She used to resist when you tried to carry her, but now she’s as limp as a ragdoll and brushes herself against you in appreciation before curling up between the pillows. 

Aemond’s shirts are the comfiest to wear, they engulf you like nothing else. It’s a bit chilly tonight, and you instead choose a large sweater of his. You tease him about it, calling it his ‘old man sweater’ due to the pattern. That, paired with your favorite silk sleep shorts, and you’re in a much better mood. Heading back toward the kitchen, your stomach rumbles at the scent of chicken soup. 

Aemond stands at the stove, mixing his concoction. He’s lit a few candles and turned on the fairy lights that hang around the ceiling giving your apartment a warm glow.

“Sit,” he orders, giving you a small smirk.

Happily you pad over to the couch, throwing the blanket over your bare legs. Aemond is over not a minute later, placing two steaming bowls of chicken noodle soup on the coffee table, and then returning with two grilled cheeses. Eagerly scooting forward, you grab the sandwich and take a bite. You barely suppress a moan, along with your eyes rolling back in your head. 

“Seven hells,” you mutter, taking another bite; the cheese pulling into long strings of gooey perfection.

Aemond chuckles, “Is it good?”

“I’m in love with you,” you tell him, sighing contentedly.

“You know, if that was the first time hearing you say that, I’d be insulted,” he teases.

“Why?” you ask, “Wasn’t it your chef skills that won me over in the first place?”

“You’re very funny,” he says, smirking slightly.

You sit with Aemond, feet thrown across his lap as you eat dinner together. Aemond chooses one of your favorite films to put on in the background as you chat about his day and enjoy your soup. Aemond finishes first, he always eats rather quickly and begins massaging your calves trying to release some of the remaining tension in your limbs.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” he says, broaching the topic once more as his hand slides down to your foot. 

You let out a small groan of appreciation as his fingers move lower to dig into the arch of your foot. 

“It was just a lot today,” you admit, “I just feel like I’m burning out. It’s just a lot to balance with everything going on…”

“I know love, you’re almost there,” Aemond encourages, “It won’t be like this much longer, and you’re doing such a good job.”

His praise warms you like a fire, the sincere look in his blue eyes making your heart sing.

You pull your legs from his grip and shuffle forward, bringing your lips to his, kissing him sweetly before burying your face against him as you did earlier. He pulls you close, arm wrapped around you and tracing lazy circles on your thigh underneath the blanket. You rest against him, listening to his heartbeat as the movie drones on. Soon, lulled by the sound of his heart, your eyelids become heavy and you slip into sleep. 

It feels like you’ve been sleeping a long time. When you open your eyes you’re still in the living room, the clock displays the time is 2 a.m. Aemond sits, awake still, trapped underneath you. He’d settled for his Kindle this time and held it in one hand, turning the page with the tap of his finger. 

“Aemond,” you murmur, voice thick with sleep as you push yourself into a seated position, “You should’ve woken me.”

“It’s alright,” he insists, placing his kindle down on the table beside him, “How’d you sleep?”

“Very well,” you admit, sitting back on your haunches, “Gods. It’s late.”

Aemond hums in agreement, watching you stretch your arms above your head, revealing a sliver of your stomach. He reaches out, unable to help himself, placing a hand on your hip. You drop your arms, smiling at him lovingly. 

“Do you feel better?” he asks.

“Mhmm,” you answer, scooting closer, “I happen to have the best boyfriend.”

“Oh, do you?” he asks, tugging you closer by your thigh. 

You spread your legs, letting him drag you across his lap until you’re straddling his waist. Leaning forward, you nuzzle against his neck, placing soft kisses along his throat as you wrap your arms around him. Aemond releases a soft groan, his hands palming the swell of your ass and you wiggle against him, getting as close as possible. 

One of his hands snakes underneath your sweater, his large palm pressing into the small of your back. A shiver rolls down your spine and you swivel your hips against him.

“Baby…” he murmurs, turning his face toward you and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“What?” you murmur, nipping the pale skin of his throat. Aemond’s hand runs up and down your back, the other gripping your thigh. You can feel him growing harder beneath you; the increasing pressure between your legs growing with every shift of your hips against his.

“I should put you to bed,” he groans as you press your lips against the cool metal of his chain, “Fuck issa rina dōna (my sweet girl).”     

You smile, dragging your lips to meet his in a slow, sensual kiss. Once Aemond starts slipping into High Valyrian, you know you’ve got him where you want him. His lips are soft and warm against your own as you continue to kiss him at an unhurried pace, simply enjoying being close to him. 

You sigh as his lips move down, tracing the curve of your jaw and finding a home below your ear, kissing the sensitive spot there as you drag your nails across his scalp.

“Tell me what you need, gevie,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear.

 “Need you, Aem,” you tell him, “Please, just need you.”

“Shhh I know, I know,” he gently coos, “I’ll take care of you issa jorrāelagon (my love).”  

You and Aemond stay up much longer than anticipated, finally retiring to your shared bedroom as the first beams of sunlight begin to trickle through your windows. When you wake you’re snuggled against Aemond, the blankets cradling you both in a warm cocoon. 

“I’ve called out for you,” Aemond tells you as you’re pressed against his chest, “You’re going to spend the whole day in bed.”

“Aemond,” you giggle, “I can’t possibly be that lazy-”

“Oh yes you can,” he insists, arms tightening around you, “I’ve called out as well. So you’ve nothing to worry about.” He places a kiss on your head before hovering on top of you. 

“Now,” he says, head dipping to kiss your collarbone, “Let’s quiet that beautiful brain of yours, shall we?”

“Oh?” you breathe as he continues to kiss up your neck, “And how do you plan to do that?”

Aemond hums against you, and you can feel his grin.

“Well, we’ve got all day to find out, haven’t we?”

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✨ multiplying like rabbits isn't a phrase for no reason

Could i make an NSFW request of Lute trying to keep up with her bunny girlfriend during mating season? And lute surprisingly outlasts reader's stamina (being a lieutenant must mean you have some good stamina is all I'm saying 🤷).

Basically them just going at it like rabbits (pun, see what I did there? haha- ok I'll stop) until reader gets tired and overstimulated.

G!p lute again- I'm on a one single mind for smut for her- if that makes sense

There is a skip in the fic- I literally couldn't figure out what to write

Warning(s): gp! Lute, smut. More smut then usual brief riding(VERY short)- unprotected sex, Mating season- lute is mean(she mocks/teases you), talks of safe word, not much of a plot just smut

Lute x Bunny!f!reader: do it like bunnys~

Lute is tired.

She doesn't know why you- her beloved bunny girlfriend- her mate. Has been even more clingy and cuddly lately- she doesn't mind no. Not at all. But- she doesn't understand why you have-

How you've been kissing her nonstop all day- on her lap- humming, she pulled her phone out after you wandered off after yet again another make-out session. Typing in her phone she smirks.

Mating season~

That explains it. Why you have been behaving like this. Closing her phone, she followed you "Bunny ~?" She purred, waiting for you to turn to her."may I have another kiss~?" Didn't even hesitate- nor take long for you to be all up on her kissing her. Smirking, she knelt down, moaning into your mouth, easily picking you up nipping at your lips she hummed wings flapping as she carried you to your shared room

"you know~"

Looking up at her curiously, she smirked, kissing you deeply, sitting on the bed. "If you wanted some... help with your season~ I wouldn't mind helping" grinding up against you making you feel her tent

Nodding "fuck~ Please Lute ~ i.. I need you~" smirking unzipping her pants pulling her cock out

"come on then~" she smirked, growling. "sit~ take me, yeah?" Rubbing her tip on your entrance watching you eagerly grind against her whining loudly tearfully

Pushing her cock into you all the way didn't take long for you to eagerly bounce on her wrapping your arms around her neck as you rode her- desperately "God acting like I haven't fucked you in your season before~" she moaned holding your waist panting softly pounding up into you "God just like that baby~ doing so good~" watching you ride her eagerly- desperately

"Lute~ baby~, please~" you begged tearfully, kissing her deeply, aching despite being stuffed with her cock. Being bred- but you wanted it in another way- and she knew it. So she waited. Until you broke. Which didn't take long at all. "Fuck me~? Take me~?"

Smirking, flipping you onto your back, moving into you groaning "yeah~?" Purring out hands on your waist pounding her cock roughly into you panting heavily "just wanting to be fucked that bad huh? My good girl wanna be filled~?" Seeing you nod in agreement mewling under her loudly made her eyes blown.

-

After the many rounds, you slumped under her content, grinning up at her happily, making her hum rubbing your sides gently. "My good girl doing ok~?" Lute purred out watching you nod before she hum softly leaning to kiss your ear gently

"Wh- wait! Hold on -" you yelped, moaning tearfully, feeling her move inside you again, making you groan panting under her "too much!"

"Hold on?" Lute huffed out pounding deeper into you not caring how you gushed of the many rounds of cum she spilled into you- making you milk her completely dry "oh no no~ it's mating season. So that's what I'm doing. Mating my mate~ my lover. Ensuring you take all my cum~ my seed~" she groaned, holding your waist, panting heavily groaning moving to kiss you deeply swallowing your weak protests

Wrapping your legs around her waist, smirking, feeling them shake, "Can't handle a single season~? A love making ~?" She teased groaning out flushed before slowing down humming "if you truly wanna stop." She starred, making you look at back at her

"Say your safe word"

You flushed, looking up at her - knowing even if she was rock hard. Inside you still- even despite her urges to help you on your mating season. If you said it- she'd stop no matter what. Would take care of you. No matter what, putting you and your comfort above hers.

Shows how much of a good mate she is

Shaking your head up at her, your ears twitching wrapping your arms around her neck, kissing her deeply, making her smirk, "let me take care of you one last time~? Then.. I'll stop for the night ~?" Slowly moving into you, she hummed Grunting, seeing you nod she smirked.

Holding the bed roughly pounding into you moaning out, not even breaking a sweat. "Guess my training came in handling in other places, huh?" She joked smirking at how fucked out you were

Laughing softly pounding faster into you smirking "fuck your just gushing of me aren't you~?" She purred seeing you nod sobbing out clinging to thr sheets under you both ignoring how the bed cracked more then before

"Really gonna f-fuck me hard enough to break another bed?" You choked out making her nod panting wildly humping against you eagerly making you cum around her cock calling out her name loudly flushed arching your back against the bed

"Cumming that fast?' She teased groaning heavily shoving herself deep inside you releasing inside you. Making you milk her completely dry as she painting your walls white. "Not surpised~" she panted softly "just can't help but be sensitive huh?" Rubbing your waist gently frowning seeing how you whined tearfully

"N-no more~"

Humming, she nodded, pulling out. "No more, baby~ lets rest ok~?" Watching how you gushed of her release inside you.

So out of it you didn't even notice her cleaning you up until she curled around you, praising you

Gently practically purring against you "rest my bunny~ gonna keep at this all season long~" she smirked watching how you turned red

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WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics, smut, oral sex, multiple orgasms, creampie

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It had started out slow — gentle touches under the covers as they allowed their bodies to wake on their own time. It was meant to be quick, maybe five minutes of grinding and thrusting until they got what they wanted, and that’s exactly what had happened.

But it hadn’t stopped.

Neither of them can remember the last time they woke up with this much desire in them, or the last time they’d been able to make it work this good, but when they’d ended round one with even more lust and need in them, they’d just gone with it, ignoring the two alarms he’d set for work the night before.

He’s made her cum twice, the first time on his cock, the second time when he’d slipped down beneath the covers and tongued her until he felt her thighs shake and she’d squirmed away with a plea for a quick break that he barely gave before shoving her legs apart and sliding back inside.

“Holy fuck—” she tips her head back, reaching up to grab hold of the pillow above her head, “Sam, please…”

“What?” He leans back, skimming his hands down her ribs and over her belly, “too much?”

“No, no,” she takes a quick breath, and he watches her rock her hips up to feel him move inside her, “don’t wanna make a mess.”

He chuckles, leaning down just enough to kiss her, “we made a mess already, don’t know how we could make it worse.”

She doesn’t get a chance to respond before he’s fixing his grip on her waist and pinning her in place against the mattress. The heavy slap of his hips hitting hers fills the room, and she only makes it a few rough strokes before she can’t hold back the sweet whimpers and moans that drive him absolutely crazy.

Her nails dig into his skin, and he grits his teeth at the sting, letting out a grunt that makes her tighten around him. She loves it when he’s loud, and he doesn’t hold back on giving her what she wants. He can get one more out of her if he really works for it.

He’s almost lightheaded when he feels her start to tense up again, and she tips her head back, mouth open as she works a hand down between her legs and touches herself just enough to help him out. Her thighs shake, and he collapses over her, thrusting through the strong waves of her orgasm as she whimpers and moans in his ear.

She lets out a breathy giggle when he rolls her over and tugs her hips up into the air. Two pillows get stuffed under her waist to keep her propped up, and he takes a moment to sit back and stare at the mess they’d made between her legs, where there’s just a little bit left of his first release mixed with the slick of all three of hers. He wants to knot her so fucking bad and and it kills him that he’s not going to be in rut for another month.

She lets out a heavy breath when he pushes in, teasing her inch by inch until she’s stuffed full of him and he can feel her squeezing around him, teasing him right back.

“Go harder,” she whimpers, “please—”

He shifts his weight behind her, catching his breath as his hands slide up and down her sides. “Y’sure?”

She nods eagerly, sucking in a deep breath that almost makes her dizzy. “Yeah, I can take it.”

“Good girl.” He squeezes her hips, and she clutches at the bedsheets when he finally gives in to his own lust and ruts forward as hard as he can. She bites down on a knuckle, eyes shut tight as she takes every heavy thrust that has her practically crying from the overstimulation.

“Fuck—” he curls over her, one arm wrapping around her waist to keep her against him as his orgasm starts to peak, “gonna come in you, baby, you want that?”

She nods as best she can, lips parting as his teeth graze against the side of her neck. “Yes…”

“That’s my girl.”

She braces herself for it, unable to move her hips or legs as he uses his weight to keep her pinned underneath him. She can feel the start of it, a quick throb that’s matched with a deep grunt, and then a soft rush of wet heat inside her that makes her almost want to come again. He holds himself deep, fucking everything he’s got into her until she feel him relax. He stays inside her, moving up close to keep himself tucked deep as he dots her neck and shoulders with kisses that have her squirming.

“I’m calling out today,” he whispers against the back of her neck, “I’m not done with you.”

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Lando and dirty talk. That’s it. He likes to talk and he doesn’t shut up when going at his girl. And it’s not a few words or a sentence and then he’s shutting up oh no. He describes everything. How good she feels, how her pussy is getting red from him slapping her directly on the clit and from his balls, how her thighs are all wet cause she’s so desperate she’s gushing slick all over both of them. When she’s giving him a blow job or especially when he’s fucking her it’s on a whole new level. He’d degrade the shit out of her. Call her his little slut and tell her a whole story about how good she feels. Ugh I’m horny now

so annoyed i rambled ab his for at least 30 mins and tumblr shat the bed . redoing it but its not the same as my original tbh

imagine them when they first start dating and they’re making out and grinding for the first time, she pulls away to catch her breath and lando starts kissing her neck while guiding her hips against his, and he starts telling her how good she feels against him. then starts telling her about how bad he wants to taste her, that since they met all he’s thought about is how good she’ll taste and how pretty she’d sound cumming on his tongue. she’d be shocked into silence, wondering where her sweet, shy lando went and where this confident, crude man sex god came from.

she’d be so embarrassed by how turned on she is by it, soaking through her panties and pajama shorts and when he goes to rub her through them he’d start teasing her about how soaked she is when he hasn’t even done anything yet. tell her how sexy it is that she wants him so badly, tease her with his words and his fingers at the same time. when he finally starts fingering her he’d tell her to be quiet bc she’s so loud. once she chokes back the moans he’d laugh gleefully, and point out the slick sound being made by his fingers fucking her, “you hear that baby? was moaning so loud before you couldn’t, but you hear how soaked you are for me? your pretty little cunt is dripping for me.” and as if to make a point, he’d pull his fingers from her and lift his hand up, showing that even though he only had two fingers in her, his whole hand is soaked in her slick from her grinding against his hand.

or like him stripping her down so she’s completely naked and he’s still dressed, making her ride his thigh and he’d taunt her over soaking through his jeans, point out the wet spot getting larger with each roll of her hips. call her his desperate slut for begging him to fuck her while she rides her thigh, bit he wouldn’t touch her or fuck her until she’s worked for it, earned it by getting herself off on his thigh.

also, i think he’d love getting her all worked up (maybe even in public) by telling her all the things he’s gonna do to her. tell her how badly he wants to eat her out, that if she just let him, he would get down on his knees and eat her out right then and there. he’d go into detail about how he’d circle her clit with his tongue before nipping and sucking at it, how he’d hold her down while he fucks her with her tongue. get her all worked up then he dips his hand between her thighs and realizes she’s gotten her inner thighs all wet, literally dripping for him. he’d tease her for that too, rubbing his finger along the slick skin of her inner thigh as he says, “look how wet you are, dripping just for me, yeah?” and she doesn’t realize he wants a reply until he pinches her clit and she instantly answers, that it’s all for him and only him. it’s exactly what he wants to hear and he’d reward her for being good and knowing the answer.

when she’s sucking him off, he’s nonstop talking about how good it feels, telling her he loves when she sucks on his tip and flicks her tongue over it, when she jerks him off and sucks on his balls. he’d praise her for being so good at it and then degrade her for enjoying it so much, call her his needy whore who can’t go a day without having her mouth or cunt stuffed full.

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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 23

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TW: Handjob, Fingering, Grinding

Oystein didn't actually expect Y/n to call him so soon but within the next few days, she called the shop and luckily he answered.

"Helvete." He answered looking through a page of lyrics for some of Mayhem's unfinished works.

"Hey...are you guys busy today?" Oystein sat up surprised hearing her voice.

"Um...no not really. Why? Are you okay?" He was slightly unsettled until he heard her laugh.

"No I'm fine, I was just thinking you should close the shop today and hang out with me." Y/n asked abruptly. Oystein was surprised by the ask but didn't want to say no.

"Y-yeah I would love that. Where are you? I can come get you." Oystein got up from his desk and grabbed his jacket.

"I'll meet you at your car." She hung up before he could say anything and he started stumbling over himself to get to the door. Faust watched him confused as he lounged in front of his little TV.

"You're in charge. If you leave, lock up." Oystein tossed the keys at him and bolted out of the door seeing Y/n leaning against the car with a smile on her face. He walks over to her and she holds up a bag.

"I brought your fuel." He could already smell what was in the bag and he leaned to kiss her cheek.

"Did you have anywhere specific you wanted to go?" Oystein asked opening the door for her.

"I kind of need to drop this food with my dad, do you think we can make a stop there first?" She asked hoping it wouldn't be weird but Oystein shook his head.

"Yeah of course." The drive started quietly, him not wanting to jinx anything and her staring at him, taking him in. She missed him, there was no denying that.

"I'm glad you called." Oystein finally spoke up.

"I'm glad you answered." She responded with a blush. Oystein had never met her dad but upon seeing him, he didn't seem to judge him at all. He simply extended his hand to shake and gave him a nod.

"You're in that band? Y/n has played the record for months. You're very talented." Her dad said genuinely and Oystein smiled.

"Thank you. We're in a bit of a hiatus right now but I am very proud of that album." Oystein said seeing Y/n blushing from the kitchen as she prepared her dad's food.

"Oystein, can I ask you a favor? Man to man?" He stepped a little closer towards him and Oystein nervously listened.

"Take care of my little girl. She does a lot to take care of the family and the last few years have been...very difficult for her. She deserves happiness and you seem to make her smile these days." Oystein felt warmth in his chest.

"I will do whatever it takes Sir. You have my word. I care very much about your daughter and I only want her to be happy." Oystein admitted earning a clap on the back. Y/n emerged from the kitchen and sat her dad's plate on a tray.

"I'm going to spend the day with Oystein. I should be home by-"

"Sweetheart, you're an adult. I will be fine. I will see you when I see you. Just go have fun and be safe." Y/n looked shocked.

"She's in good hands right Oystein?" Y/n met Oystein's gaze and he shook his head.

"Absolutely. I will take good care of her." His confidence made Y/n smile as she kissed her father goodbye and followed Oystein out of her house.

"How did you win my dad over in a matter of 10 minutes?" She laughed.

"What can I say? I'm good with parents." Oystein joked.

"Plus he apparently has had time to get to know me since the record has been playing nonstop in his home." He teased Y/n who rolled her eyes.

"Oh yeah right. Shut up." She smiled with a blush to her cheeks. The two of them decided to stop in at his parents house since they were already making stops and Oystein was surprised at how loving his family was to Y/n. His mother gave her a hug and Y/n thanked her for everything she had done for her family. His dad made sure to remind her that she was always welcome to come by if she ever needed anything and even gave his card to her to give her dad.

His sister was quick to ran up and hug Y/n. She spoke a mile a minute, talking her ear off and pulling her towards her room. Oystein smiled watching the exchange as his mother told him what a nice surprise it was to see him. He hadn't been home in a while but his mother was quick to help him make sure Y/n's family was taken care of after the death. Oystein didn't even seem to mind when his mom broke out baby pictures to show Y/n.

"Pssst." Oystein looked over towards the stairs and saw his sister hiding. He walked over towards her and leaned against the banister.

"Is Y/n your girlfriend yet?" She whispered. Oystein smiled, looking over to see if Y/n was paying them any attention.

"Not yet but I'm hoping maybe soon." He whispered back.

"Well hurry up! What are you waiting for?" His sister scolded.

"I'm trying! These things take finesse." Oystein said as his sister rolled her eyes at him. They spent the rest of the day at his parents house, catching up and talking about how things were going. Oystein loved that he was able to hear what Y/n had been up to in all the time that they hadn't been on speaking terms. Y/n could tell he wasn't as forthcoming about how things were going in the black circle or Helvete but his parents never pressed it. When they left, Oystein brought Y/n to his apartment and she looked impressed at how clean and put together it was.

"Wow, this is a really nice place. I wouldn't have expected this after seeing the last place you lived." Y/n smiled seeing that his bed was even made.

"I find I do better mentally when I live away from the band. I like organization. It's hard to be organized with a house full of-"

"Gross men?" Y/n laughed.

"Exactly." Oystein handed her a coke and she sipped it before sitting down on the couch. He followed suit and made sure to sit directly next to her, earning a smirk.

"Comfortable?" She asked as he pressed up against her side.

"Absolutely." He smiled at her so brightly that it made him laugh. She reached up and grazed his cheek.

"You have such a sweet smile. I've missed your smile." She admits. Oystein felt himself blushing as she tucked his hair behind his ear.

"I can't help it when I'm with you. Everything makes sense when you're around. I've missed being this close to you, having you near me all day has been the best day I've had in a long time." Oystein confessed.

"Thank you for spending the day with me." She said as he took her hands into his own and turned his body towards her.

"I've wanted a day like this with you since I met you." Oystein stared at her for a few seconds before he chanced a kiss, leaning forward and kissing her as gently as possible so she wouldn't second guess it. It was a brief kiss, full of sweetness and gratitude and when he pulled away she tilted her head down to hide her smile.

"I bet you bring all the girls back here with the same story." She joked knowing the mention of groupies would get a rise out of him.

"I've never brought anyone here. This is my home. I only want the things that make me feel safe and cared for here." Y/n could tell her was being serious and she bit her lip.

"I'm still not going to lose my groupie virginity sucking you off on your couch, Euronymous." She joked making him let out a snort.

"I wouldn't dream of it...actually no I very much would but to be fair, I would also dream about eating you out on the couch as well so..." He shrugged. Y/n watched him for a moment as he picked his coke back up to take a swig. She took the bottle out of his hands and placed it down before she moved to sit in his lap. Oystein sat back with wide eyes, surprised by the sudden movement.

"Y/n.."

"Can you just-" She couldn't find the words but Oystein knew she didn't need to say anything. He pulled her by the back of her neck down to his mouth, kissing her with less care than before. This time, the kiss was passionate. It felt like a kiss that waited years to get here and right now, all he wanted was to taste her on his tongue and feel her against his skin. She moved her hips in tiny circles until Oystein was hard beneath her, straining in his black jeans. When he felt her hand reach behind herself to palm the front of him he pulled away breathless.

"You don't have to...we don't have to do anything..." He wanted to make sure that this wasn't something she would regret.

"I've waited two years to be here with you Oystein. Please let me touch you." She asked so sweetly that he felt himself pain against the push of his cock against the seam of his pants. He rolled her onto her back and started to pull his belt off, tossing it to the floor as she unbuttoned his jeans and freed his cock. He shuttered at her touch, feeling chills between his shoulder blades watching her spit onto her palm and begin stroking him.

"Do you have any idea how much I've thought about your cock? Ever since we hooked up in the shop, I've wanted to get my hands on you, feel the weight of you in my hands, the taste..." She released him to lick the little bits of cum he was already leaking from her hand.

"Y/n I've never thought of anyone but you when getting myself off. I've missed your taste. I've missed everything about you." Oystein was practically breathless as she stroked him. He held himself above her, trying not to maintain himself but the way she used both hands to stroke his cock, cup his balls and roll them between her fingers made his whole body shake.

He knew he had to do something or else he was going to explode far too soon. He sat back on his heels and started to undo her jeans. She let him pull them down to about her thighs before she stopped him.

"We aren't going to have sex...not like this." She said squeezing his hands. He nodded his head in understanding before using his fingers to rub her juices along the lips of her pussy. He carefully pushed his fingers inside of her and almost felt himself cum just feeling how tight she was around his fingers.

"Oh fuck." She tilted her head back for a moment before she sat up and re-gripped his cock. He laid his body behind her, back against the couch as she tugged on him aggressively and he was able to pulse his fingers inside of her with the same fever. The only sound in the apartment was their moans and heavy breathing as they raced to make each other cum.

"I'm..I'm gonna cum baby. I'm gonna cum." He groaned into her neck. She jumped up from the couch, repositioning herself over top of him so that her pussy was now rubbing directly onto his cock as it sat stiffly against his torso, leaking and practically purple praying for release. She ground her hips down hard and Oystein gripped her hips trying to slow her motions, not ready to cum. She removed one of his hands from her hip to rub her clit and he started rubbing so fast her head tilted back like she was possessed.

"Oh fuck! Oystein, don't stop!" She cried jolting her hips against his leaking cock even fast. He made a noise of desperation before crying out. His cum shooting all over his belly, smearing against her pussy which was now leaving a pool of her own juices on his cock. She rode her own orgasms out while he twitched beneath her. When she had finished, she leaned down to kiss him, feeling his heart beating beneath her hand. She wanted every day to be like this with him and he dreamed that this would be the first of many of their days together.

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HOW TO: LOSE FEELINGS FOR AN IDIOT

02. HOW TO: NOT GET HIT BY A VOLLEYBALL

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how to lose feelings for a CERTIFIED, government approved idiot. it should be easy right? wrong. you are absolutely, positively, done for. you have no idea why you’re writing the guide book when you can’t even get past the first step! first step, the only important step really: don’t have your best friend be kei tsukishima. then maybe, just maybe, you’d have a chance.

You had a problem. That was unusual. You were usually the one fixing everyone elses shit. That wasn't the case now. Tsukki, this time, decided he was going to fix it.

“Is Y/N here?”

He appears before Kimura Hikari like a ghost. Her grip tightens around the large stack of books she's carrying. She nearly drops every single one of them in her spook.

Hikari stumbles backward, her voice trembling. “Oh! Hi! Uhm, K-Kei, right? Y/N’s friend?”

Tsukishima’s cold eyes sweep down to your struggling friend, “Mhm. Kimura? Y/N’s here, isn’t she?”

From the way you described him, Hikari would’ve expected him to be like a bundle of flowers, but he’s more like a bundle of rocks. Dead, serious, and with not a single care for anyone. His deep frown made shivers run down her spine. His gaze shifts from Hikari to the series of study rooms behind her. He’s sure you have to be in one of those, and if you aren’t, he’s going to have a few words with you. Not only would you have wasted his time (more than you already have), but you would’ve lied to him about putting in the work to pass your exams. He’s not sure which one would piss him off more.

Hikari fidgets nervously, struggling to balance the books as she points to one of the rooms. “Right in that one! #15!”

Tsukishima’s face flashes with annoyance. Really? You had to pick the farthest room? His body is still a little sore from conditioning yesterday. He gives Hikari a small nod of thanks. He isn’t rude, at least not to people he’s just met.

Yamaguchi once told him he’d changed a lot since high school, in more ways than one. Tsukishima figures your influence would’ve gotten to him one day.

Hikari fidgets herself away, mumbling about how he wasn’t what she was expecting. Tsukishima hums, so you talked about him.

You’re neck-deep in your notes when the door to your study room slams open. You know it can’t be Hikari being that rude. She’s sweet and gentle, always whispering for your attention before even blurting out a curse. But Tsukishima? He’s known you too long to bother with the polite stuff.

He kneels against the doorway, his hand open, and before you even realize, he hurls your light blue lunchbox straight at your head. You let out a pained shriek, clutching your aching head, and he responds with an annoying laugh.

Glaring up at him, you rub your temples. “Thanks, dickface.” 

Tsukishima rolls his eyes at you and lets out a theatrical sigh, pretending to be affected by you, but the glint in eyes betrays his facade—he’s loving this. What an ass.

“I told you to stop leaving your things in my apartment. Especially ugly things.” He replies, taking a step forward into the quiet room. You spent a lot of your time here, relentlessly preparing for your future. It wasn’t something you were the most fond of—the constant studying, the nonstop day to day grind. You preferred being with your friends or taking pictures in the city, to being bogged down in your books. His interruption only made this more unbearable. You were not gonna be able to focus.

Sunlight filtered through the large glass panes, showcasing your friendly chaos of textbooks, study materials, and stationary tools. The usually neat desks are thrown across the room, in favor of your own sleep-deprived design. Hikari’s bright purple book bag leaned against one of the desks. Her side of the room was much neater, with organized tools and textbooks sitting in a circle. Though you both have different approaches, it didn’t matter much, as both of you equally compete for the spot of top student at Karasuno University.

“And I told you to stop showing up where I am unannounced. You almost gave me a heart attack!” You chide. If there was one thing Tsukishima knew how to do, it was interrupt your day. He knew you would stop everything when he came, and it drove you mad.

“Good.” Tsukishima snorts, making you frown. He takes several steps towards you. He's way too tall, it makes you want to cut his legs off with a pair of scissors. He squints down at the sheet of paper in front of you. You instinctively cover your work, already knowing how he gets. But it’s already too late. He’s seen everything he needs to see. Your nose scrunches up as the next words fall out his lips.

“You’re gonna fail the exam. Your notes are wrong.” Tsukishima says, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

You’re not taken aback by his bluntness; you’ve known him for too long for that. But you are taken aback by the fact that he thinks it’s wrong?! You’ve been working tirelessly for five whole hours! This man, stupid blonde man, can just walk in here, take a split look, and decide the whole thing is wrong?! 

Your eyebrows furrow and your grip tightens on the sheet of paper. “What do you mean it’s wrong?” You rumble, shooting up from the desk.

Tsukishima takes this as his sign to be even more of a dickhead. He turns around and slams the door of your study room behind him, without a single word. You hated him sometimes. Most of the time actually.

Inside the room, you let out an annoyed huff, and while outside, Tsukishima shakes his head. You’re always so forgetful and stupid. While he’s going to graduate on time, you’ll be a whole semester late if you keep this up! All because you never pay attention to him when he dumbs-down very simple problems. 

On the other hand, you hate how Tsukishima always has to have the last word, and worse, that he’s always right! It was like his own super-power. It’s infuriating. You hate it. 

You wind the door open so fast and strong, your fingers nearly fly off, and the door makes a loud bang as it hits the other side of the wall. Tsukki narrows his eyes on the new dent you surely left, then on your hot-and-bothered face. 

“Y/N, are you mad?” he asks. Whatever smart remark he was going to make is overturned by a smirk.

Tsukki has a way of triggering the worst out of you, especially in moments like this. It was the condescension that dripped in his voice. Sometimes, it feels like he reserves the worst treatment for you. But, you know what? It’s mutual, because he’s infuriatingly always right. I mean screaming in a library, how low could you get?

“YES! I’M MAD! FIRST YOU CALL MY LUNCHBOX UGLY, WHICH I SPENT A LOT OF MONEY ON BY THE WAY! AND THEN YOU CALL ME STUPID AND YOU DONT EVEN OFFER TO HELP!”

Tsukishima winces at the sheer volume of your voice. The entire library seems to look up at you both, and the librarian’s frown deepens. She looks like she’s ten seconds from coming over and whacking you both with every single edition of War and Peace. 

“You’re screaming. in a library. Y/N. Do you want to get kicked out?” He asks with a hushed tone.

You glance around, offering sheepish apologies to the annoyed students trying to not fail their exams. But it doesn’t matter, because it’s not your fault!

“Come here!” You spit out. Tsukki groans fills the room as you launch him back inside the room and shut the door (softly) right after you. 

Now he’s leaned against the table you’re working at, staring at you in disinterest as you explain how you're correct and he’s just wrong. Hikari waltzes back into the room and opens her mouth to say something, but stops in her tracks when she sees you both. He doesn’t spare her a second glance, and really neither do you. You’re both preoccupied. 

And this is how you two were. It was why you were forced out of the manager position of the Boys Volleyball Club when you were in high school. Tsukki could never focus up with you there. Neither of you could stand not having the last word.

“When I tell you why you’re wrong, I want you to get on your knees and apologize for being difficult and wasting my time,” Tsukishima says with a huff.

You scoff, disbelief coloring your tone. “Excuse me?” you ask as he walks over to your side of the table.

“You heard me,” he replies. You almost bite out a response, but fuck—your breath catches in your throat. You swear, he does this on purpose. 

Tsukishima hunches over you, his fingers meticulously correcting your mistakes. He’s not doing anything wrong, nothing out of the ordinary for you two. But this time it feels different.

Your heart pounds in your ears. It’s too loud. His proximity is unnerving. You can feel the warmth of his body, scalding and burning, as if colliding with your own. It’s hard to concentrate with him so close. His leans into your neck. Your breath hitches. His hands trap you.

Your eyes linger on his forearms, and you can’t help but notice how much he’s grown since high school. He’s stronger, taller, all muscle. Before, a twig could’ve beat him at an arm wrestling match. 

You try to focus on anything else. But he makes it so damn difficult. His scent is everywhere you turn - woody and fresh like he just came out of a shower. He’s intoxicating. 

For a moment, neither of you knows how to break the silence. You yell at yourself to stop, to not give in.

But you’ve never been one to hold back.

You steal a quick glance at him, taken away by how pretty he looks in the soft light. There’s something about this moment that makes you want to freeze time and stay in it forever. To just forget about the world around you.

The gentle hum of the room and Tsukishima’s soft clearing of his throat finally pulls you back.

“Focus,” he reprimands, his voice breaking the spell.

You give him an annoyed side-eye, trying desperately to hide the way he affects you. He slaps down your pencil, just to be even more annoying, and leans backward, that familiar smirk on his lips. 

“Now look,” he continues, “I was right, you were wrong. Save us both the time and admit it now.”

“I’m not admitting anything,” you grumble. He really was right. You had completely forgotten a step, messing up the whole problem. You groan in frustration, but that only seems to amuse him further. Your pain is melody to his ears.

“Admit it,” he says again, stronger this time. 

You glare up at him, the weight of defeat settling in. This sucks. His smirk is infuriating, yet somehow you love it at the same time. 

“Eat shit,” you say, lacking any real conviction.

Tsukki knows he’s won, even if you don’t say anything, and that’s enough to satisfy him. He gives you a small wave, and you roll your eyes, but can’t help but wave goodbye as the door to the study room clicks shut behind him. 

Hikari’s high pitched voice reminds you that she was there all along.

“Woah?! What was that?!” She asks.

“What was what? Spit it out, Hikari.”

“That tension was crazy! Are you serious?” Hikari laughs, as if she can hardly believe it. 

You sigh, waving off her comments. “Stop. Let’s just focus on this, okay?”

“Okay, okay, focusing,” Hikari nods, going back into her books. You think for a moment, she had truly dropped the subject. 

For five minutes, you're left with peace and quiet. But it’s not in Hikari’s nature to resist asking about a million questions.

“Okay, but did he come all the way here just to drop off your lunchbox?”

“Hikari..?”

“Sorry! Last question!” she squeaks, “but seriously, did he?”

You looked down at the item that been thrown at your FACE and shake your head. You tell Hikari, “It’s nothing, he just doesn’t like clutter,” and you know she’ll believe it. 

Step two, of how to: 'lose feelings for a certified, government approved idiot', is DENY DENY DENY. And it'll work. For the first few times.

After all, Hikari didn’t know him like you did. It’s true; he hates clutter and loves organization. He can’t stand a dirty house. But it didn’t make sense for him to spend his own precious time just to return your lunchbox. If it were anyone else, Tsukki would’ve probably thrown it out or eaten whatever was inside and called it a day. 

But for you, he went out of his way. Why?

Because he hated seeing you go without meals. He’ll waste his own precious time, something he didn’t have much of, just to make sure you could eat. It was love packaged in his own Tsukki way. 

At some point, you were gonna have to stop denying your feelings for him.

But that wouldn’t be any time soon. 

As the only girl in a group full of guys, it got hard sometimes, especially when it came to introducing your friends to Hikari. 

Kageyama, of course, was surprised, and asked in the most serious voice, “You have other friends?" It made you want to kill him. Nishinoya and Tanaka couldn’t help but flirt with her, acting like they had never spoken to a girl in their lives. But the most annoying part was how nice Tsukishima was to Hikari. It pissed you off more than you’d like to admit.

With your exams done, the yearly volleyball tournament was slowly approaching. The pressure was on, and class rankings were released. You couldn’t help but feel frustrated when you saw your name at the #2 spot. Guess who claimed the top spot? Yeah, no need for an explanation. Of course, it was him—unbelievable as always.

The whole university was decorated with banners flying as you arrived on campus with Hikari. Tons of faces you’d never seen before filled the gym, taking up space in the visitor’s section.

Hikari’s eyes sparkles like stars. 

She excitedly looks from stand to stand, “Wow! I’ve never been to a volleyball game before! Where’s Karasuno?”

You chuckle, finding her reaction adorable. “You’re gonna love it. They’ll be out soon. They take forever to get dressed.” Forever was an understatement. There were several instances where Hinata went missing (taking a shit) and no one could figure out where he was. 

Just as you say that, the doors to the boys’ locker room opened. The gym filled with cheers as they came out. Some girls drop dead at the sight of them. They were good-looking volleyball players, you give them that. But if only they knew how many of them were huge dorks. Hinata is full of power and energy. He is the first to set his hands on the ball. Kageyama set it to him, per usual, and they freak out the whole gym. Hikari’s jaw drops in amazement.

You chuckle and close her mouth for her, “They call it the Freak Quick Attack.”

“It’s definitely freaky! How is Kageyama so good?” Hikari asks.

You shake your head, “He’s a monster. All of them are crazy talented. Even blondie,” your eyes set on him. His usual stoic look lays on his face as they went through their drills. You could hear whispers from the visitor section about him, ‘does he even wanna be here?’ and others that ask, ‘why is he so tense?’ It’s laughable. 

“Are you sure he likes volleyball?” Even Hikari questions as she watches him run (barely) around the court. 

You snort, “That kid? Yeah. No doubt in my head. There was a time he didn’t, but now, he’s hooked for life.”

Your eyes glance to the shot-clock. The boys were finishing their drills. There was no better time than now. You tell Hikari you would be right back and then leave the stands, walking down their side of the court. The older boys - Daichi, Suga, and Asahi give you friendly smiles, your presence as always strengthening them on the court. Kageyama and Hinata are wrapped up in their own world, preparing for the game. 

Tsukishima is off on the side with Yamaguchi. He glances your way as you approach, raising an eyebrow at your interruption. You ignore his annoyed expression and greet Yamaguchi with a soft smile.

“Hey Yams, good serves today?” You say.

Yamaguchi sets down his water bottle and smiles brightly, “Only the best!”

“They always are,” Tsukishima says with a small nod of acknowledgment to his other best friend, and then his eyes settle on you, “you brought Hikari?” he asks.

You ignore the slight pang in your chest. It’s nothing. Hikari is your friend, and so is Tsukishima. Why should you care that he’s asking about her? You should be happy that he likes your friend. You try to push it out of your mind, but Yamaguchi’s knowing expression serves as a painful reminder that you do care—and it sucks.

Yamaguchi knew everything. He knew from the moment you went to him freaking out about your feelings, and how they weren’t going away. It had been years since that conversation, and nothing had changed.

“Yeah, uh,” you clear your throat uncomfortably, “she’s never seen you guys play. Thought I’d invite her.”

Tsukishima hums, but that seems to be where his interest in her ends. 

“I hope Hikari enjoys it! I’ll make sure to do hit double the serves for her!” Yamaguchi says, drilling innocence and light back into the conversation and lifting your mood.

You smile. He always knew how to make you feel better. “I’ll tell her the game plan. Fight well guys I-“

You don’t get to privilege of finishing you sentence because a volleyball comes throttling straight at your face. Huh. For a problem-solver, you often ended up on the wrong side of many problems. Yamaguchi shrieks as the ball takes you out like a bowling pin. You go flailing to the floor. Ow.

Yamaguchi rushes over, eyes full of concern. “Y/N!! Woah!! Are you hurt?”

You manage to give him a thumbs-up, even though your nose feels like it's about to fall off. “Yup! All good! Totally did not get hit by a ball going at 500mph...”

Tsukishima, who witnessed the whole thing, seems more amused than concerned. “You alright down there?” he asks, failing to stifle his laughter. 

You groan, wincing as you touch your sore nose, “Tsukishima..please..?”

“Okay, okay,” he says and reaches for you. You gasp as he lifts you up and back onto your feet. You land closer to him than you would like and your face flushes (from your recent accident, of course haha nothing else).

He looks over you for any injuries. “Are you good?”

“Y-Yeah,” you want to cringe at your own stutter, “completely fine.”

Tsukki didn't miss the tremble in your voice. “You sure?”

“Mhm,” you hold each other’s gaze for a second longer than necessary. Yeah, no. You quickly avert your eyes from his and back to the crowd where Hikari is waiting. It’s like he already knows what you’re thinking and nods. It was a freaky thing you guys did from time to time. It was just like you guys shared each others braincells. As you head back up to your seat, worry etches on Hikari’s face.

“That looked nasty, Y/N! Are you okay?” she asks.

You assure her that it was just a minor accident, and you both focus on cheering for your team. The excitement of the game quickly takes over, and you forget about your experience as a professional bowling pin. The match is intense—as usual, Karasuno gives it their all. You expect no less from your friends. Tsukki finds himself in his own little rivalry with another blocker. You can’t help but laugh when Tsukki gets the upper hand and completely dominates. This was the man who they said ‘hated’ volleyball? 

In the end, Karasuno wins, taking the whole game by the second set. The gym erupts in applause. The visitors side sighs, sad over their reign being cut so short. Among the boisterous crowd, you swear you’re the loudest, and the way Kageyama and Nishinoya laugh at you only confirms it.

As the team comes over to the stands to greet and thank their supporters, you notice Tsukishima’s eyes searching across the crowd. You wonder for a moment, who is he looking for? 

But then, it hits you. 

Oh. 

Your eyes meet. 

He was looking for you. 

With a rush of excitement, you cheer even louder. “Yeah, Tsukki!”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and he gives you a subtle nod, a gesture meant only for you.

After the game, you all come to together to discuss the following moves after. Of course, your friends are beyond starving (nothing new). Hikari is still buzzing with energy and excitement as you guys move from the gym to a nearby BBQ restaurant. Her first volleyball experience was a good one. Not only had she seen a good game, but now, she was the main attention of several of the players. Nishinoya and Tanaka are annoying as usual, but Tsukishima also seems to be entertaining this? Your eyebrows furrow when he says more than ten words to her.

As the night continues, a pit keeps growing more and more in your stomach.

Hikari’s laughter fills the air the restaurant, you absentmindedly chew on a piece of lettuce before switching to some meat. The rest of the boys are chatty too, but it feels like Tsukki and Hikari’s conversation is ten times louder. They talked the entire way to the restaurant, and she even chose to sit next to him. What were they discussing you ask? Dinosaurs and geology. You almost forgot that was Hikari’s major—she adores subjects like that. 

You, on the other hand, did not. You’ve always been drawn to the arts—singing, dancing, writing, and especially photography. You could never have these conversations with Tsukki. Not in the meaningful way that Hikari could.

Throughout the night, you catch Tsukishima glancing at you more than once. It’s as if he’s silently observing and noting your behavior. That’s just his way—he wouldn’t say anything in front of others, but he seems to sense that something is off. When you only manage to muster half a smile at one of Hikari’s joke, he's convinced.

By the time the night winds down, you all part ways, some opting for taxis while others head out to tame the night. As for Hikari? She had a bit too much to drink. 

“I love you so much, Y/N,” Hikari drunkenly slurs, hung over your shoulder as you try to usher her into a taxi.

“I love you too, please get home safe,” you say. On the other side of you, Asahi, follows after her in the taxi. You thank him for being willing to make sure she got home. 

As you reach for your phone to call a taxi for yourself, Tsukki unexpectedly takes it from your hand. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Tsukki..?” 

“Do you want ice cream?” he asks, surprisingly casual.

His offer catches you off guard. Your eyebrows furrow even further, “We just spent like $400 in there…”

“I’ll pay,” Tsukki replies, nonchalantly. 

“Okay…” you agree, still unsure about the whole situation. As you walk, there’s an unnamed tension between you two. It's unnatural. You find yourself wondering about the ice cream parlor—what kind of place is open at 10 p.m.? Nevertheless, Tsukki’s confidence makes you trust him. And sure enough, the ice cream parlor is open (at 10pm?) with it’s door wide open for customers.

The parlor is cozy, definitely a hidden gem in the large city, dressed with old photos and vintage art pieces, creating a charm that made you wish you had your camera on you.

The elderly woman at the front greets you both with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with kindness. “What can I get you both?” she asks sweetly, her face full of surprise. It wasn’t often someone stopped into a shop for ice cream at 10 p.m., nonetheless her shop. 

“Two vanilla cups, please,” Tsukki pulls out a large bill from his wallet, “keep the change.”

Your mouth waters at the sight of it. Ice cream never got old to you. The woman expertly scoops the creamy vanilla into cups and drizzles a rich caramel sauce on top. You find a cozy corner to sit at.

With each spoonful, you fill with happiness. You can’t help but let out a contented sigh. This was what you needed. Tsukki seems to know that.

“Is this how you bribe me? Through ice cream?” you ask him, as you lick a tiny bit vanilla off your lips.

A chuckle falls off his lips, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a small smile, “It’s working, isn’t it? I might end up stealing your job, Y/N.”

“My job?” You ask through a confused laugh.

“Problem solver extraordinaire? I fixed whatever this…” he points to the distance between the both of you, “was.”

You silently take another spoonful. The power of vanilla.

As the evening further sets in, the ease of being around him washes over you, and for a moment, it feels like nothing has changed between you. But deep down, you know that’s not entirely true.

When you both finish your ice cream, you say goodnight to the elderly store owner, her smile widening with knowingness. “You two are a beautiful couple. I hope you enjoyed.”

Tsukishima rubs the back of his neck, almost shyly, “Thank you, but we’re not dating.”

The elderly woman, seemingly unmoved, gives you a playful wink. “Hmm~, okay dears, if you say so. Here, this is on the house.” She hands you a bag of cookies. Delicious. Tsukishima made a good choice coming here. You two bow deeply before heading back out into the night, the pleasant taste of ice cream still lingering on your tongues.

The roaring air pulls you closer to him. You shiver and without thinking much of it, he yanks his own jacket off and places it over your shoulders. You hated him.

“I’m walking you home." Tsukishima says.

“Do I get a choice in this?” you ask through a mouthful of the cookie the old woman had given you, free of charge.

He whisks crumbs off the corner of your lips. “No. Why do you eat so messy?” you stick your tongue out at him.

The warm glow of the evening street lights lead you back to your apartment. You felt like you deserved a long rest after tonight, and several other nights spent studying. A long yawn left your mouth, and Tsukki yawns shortly after you.

"Copier." you say childishly.

"Shut up." he murmurs.

It feels as if you two are the only souls in the sleeping city. The silence between you both is comfortable, but it didn’t last long.

He glances down at you as you near your apartment. His words and eyes are both careful. This wasn't a question he was making up on the spot.

"You were off tonight. Why?” he asks.

You knew the question was coming. It was just a matter of when.

“I don’t know," you lie.

“You’re lying,” he says, stopping in the middle of the street to make it even more dramatic. A groan escapes your lips, knowing he wouldn’t let it go. You hope a random car wouldn’t fly past and kill you both.

“I am. But can’t you just leave it?” you almost plea.

“I can’t. The same way you never can,” he replies.

You sigh. You were far too alike for your own good. Looks like you had no choice. You knew Tsukki wasn't moving a single foot until you told him what was up. It's embarrassing to say it out loud.

“I guess I just… I felt a bit left out, you know? You and Hikari-” you start, but are quickly cut off.

Tsukishima’s face hardens, “Seriously? That’s what you were worried about? Me and Hikari?”

His words ignited a blaze of emotions within you. He didn't have to say it like that. Your cheeks burn.

“Tsukishima, I know, it was silly, okay-”

Tsukishima comes closer. His hands rest on your shoulders. Something is different.

“It wasn’t silly, it was stupid. Hikari means nothing to me. At all. I tolerated her. I love you. You understand that, right?”

Your eyes widen. Neither of you said it often. It wasn’t in your vocabulary—it wasn’t the way either of you were. You showed your love in different ways, but hearing him say it like this, you wished you both said it more.

“Tsukki…” Your heart skips a beat, but you quickly reminded yourself that the ‘as a friend’ was attached. It always would be.

Tsukki’s eyes..soften (?) on you.

“I love you. Okay? So...” it’s like a switch turns back on in his head and he realizes what he’s saying. He averts his gaze, and for a moment you see a twinge of pink dust his cheeks. It's just the cold (the wind, guys?) making him that way. That's the lie you tell yourself.

He begins walking away, nearly leaving you behind, “Stop being an idiot and come on.”

You were doomed.

Maybe that volleyball should've taken you out when it had the chance?

a/n: ohhhh i had alot of fun with this chapteeerrrr, lmk how you guys felt about it!!!! paramore's still into you, was a huuuge inspiration for this chapter - as well as a bunch of other songs. hopefully will finish the whole fic this month, but i start college rlly soon :(( hope u guys enjoyed!

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[borathae]

I just saw the previous ask of like a princess!oc and high priest!yoongi forbidden love/fuck situation.

TO ADD: what if Yoongi fucked her panties. Like oc comes in to do confession and is just so needy and horny because like. Same. It’s Yoongi we’re talking about and she prays for Yoongi to just fuck her, but like obviously that’s just too sinful so she proposes to just have him rub against her and he says okay and rubs against her. The fabric against her clit and the closeness to his dick, and I’m imagining like it starts hesitate and gentle into hardcore grinding. Like nonstop rough grinding.

And she tells him like more more more this isn’t enough for her majesty so she undresses enough to show her panties and then he sees them fucking soaked. Like up her thighs type shit and it’s dripping and after seeing how fucking wet she is and she’s like all needy and more more more so she asks him to pleasure her somehow touch her lick her anything so he starts rubbing his clit with his fingers and they only get wetter and Yoongi only gets more crazy because fuck this is hot BUT FORBIDDEN but this still isn’t enough so she asks for more! Anything! Please father just make this hot feeling ago away.

And he’s all like “that’s what the majesty ordered” and brings his tongue down. Licking at her clit through her panties and she can feel the soft wiggling on his tongue, but the roughness from her panties and then he’s all like “all in the name of pleasing her majesty” and just sucking the shit out of her clit picking up all her slick before going down to her hole and tongue fucking that through her panties and maybe even tongue fucking her other hole. Multiple orgasms

BUT ITS STILL NOT ENOUGH and she’s still so fucking needy BUT HE CANT FUCK HER SO her majesty orders him to pull out his dick and starts rubbing his precummy red fat tip on her clit. He’s so close to sticking it in and yet so far and both of them are going inside at the sight of his thick cock next to her dripping pussy. So he brings it down and starts tip fucking her through her panties and then it gets rougher and he tries to push it in deeper and it only gets slicker and so much precum until it just slips in and fuck he’s inside her.

He’s all like “no! This is sinful.” But doesn’t move to pull out and she’s pushing herself more and more on his dick fucking him herself shouting “father. I can’t stop this is too good” and he’s whining that eh shouldn’t be doing this, but his hips keep moving in and out too and fuck does it feel good and it’s so warm and wet and fuck God because this has to be heaven.

“God please forgive me for my sins. I can’t stop. It feels so good. Sin feels so good. I feel like the devil’s taken over me” and he can’t stop fucking her until they both cum and squirt maybe even piss and it becomes their secret thing. Every confession/penance she does is in private with High Priest Yoongi. Fucking on the mantle in the church or licking the blood of Christ off each other.

FUCK CAN YOU TELL IM CATHOLIC??? And that I’m also ovulating….

AHHHHHHH CAN THIS BE A REAL THING??? ARGHHHHH

FUCK CAN YOU TELL IM CATHOLIC??? And that I’m also ovulating….

NOOO we couldn't tell at all 🤪🤪 JFJADSJF

LISTEN!! I would be lying if I said that this isn't one of my fantasies as well NFANDSFN like I am literally dry heaving just thinking about this ufkcakdfk 😫😫 the fact that he is rubbing his cock against her pussy fandsnf the accidental slip in JFJADSJFJ HIM PRAYING FNDFNAKF DKFAD i will now cease to exist tbfh (also them doing it on the altAR HELLOO??)

just imagine this is him HLEORAOEFADJS

[g0dspeeed]

D, G, and M for cappieli?

Smut Prompts

For Cappie De la Costa and Eli Palmer

Thank you!

I wrote up some snippets because I loved these so much 😍 it's hella long

D: Dancing (Describe when dancing gets a little dirty….)

Eli isn't one for big scenes, of raucous parties, of large, noisy events.

But he'll go for her.

He isn't for leaving the safety of the outer rim of the room, of peeling away from the wall, the crowd, of drawing attention.

But he will for her.

Of course he will after a shot or two of whiskey, a swallow of salt and tequila, the nonstop begging from Cappie, some final swigs of his beer, and her dirty promise to 'make it worth his while'.

Who wouldn't just to see his sad girl smile? At least, that's how it always went to get Eli to dance with Cappie, some drunken math.

And if they were out of Hope County in some seedy bar with loud music, it was easier. That fucked up math and a foreign place, how romantic, especially if she dragged him to the dance floor, bumping into strangers, the smell of cigarettes so thick they had to shower right when they got home.

How funny that the smell of cigarettes became a comfort, how the smokey scent reminded him of her.

"Just move like this!" Cappie cried over the loud, pounding music, her hands sliding his hands to her hips.

Her arms snaked around his neck, pressing her sweaty, hot body against his flannel and the hardness in his Wranglers. He knew she knew because of course she knew how turned on he was, that Cappie could tangle herself with him in a crowded room and make him feel like they were the only ones there.

Eli didn't even care that he couldn't hear anything above the music or that complete strangers forced them closer, too engrossed in her taste, her lips, the friction of her jeans as she turned in his arms to grind against him.

He followed it with a fingertip, his eyes, the pad of his thumb. His lips, they traversed it like the safe path home, time and time again at her brow, the apple of her cheek, the teasing corner of her lips, her jaw. That slice of a cruel scar down her lovely face, Eli adored it as he adored every part of her. A point of trauma became a mark of his love, of reverence, for Eli pressed it into her skin like that knife did when she was young, but unlike the blade his love would never wound, and only draw out the flush of pleasure, of sweat, and of smiles broken solely by breathy moans and the crying out of his name.

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

And she whispers, soft and sweet for him. Whispers like a secret, like a promise, a sacred thing just for Eli. When she was loud, Eli loved it, but when Cappie was tender, Eli knew no sweeter sound.

You're perfect.

Eli, come on.

Yes, yes, you're mine, yes.

Please.

I wanna see you.

Don't stop, don't ever stop.

Elijah.

I love you, a whole lot.

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

The golden glow of the early morning tickled Eli from his dreaming, gentle on the laxed planes of his face and the full lashes that fluttered against his cheeks. It was but one of the disturbances that stirred him from a long overdue, deep sleep, from a dream world that seldom arrived for the militia leader, and if it did, was often short-lived thanks to that biding anxiety of heavy responsibility and the dawning of urgency that a new problem brought with it. The other disturbance, her fingertip, traversed across the muscles of his back following along the curve of spine and the spaces between it and his shoulder blades. An explorer of sorts, she found the knot of muscle that had wound there over the last few days and kneaded it with her thumb. Eli groaned, uncaring that it broke the quiet ambiance of his bedroom. She made him feel good. For as brash as she was, Eli knew that she handled him with great, great care. "My my," Cappie murmured. A hint of lingering sleepiness colored her drawl, along with a smile that Eli could hear. Eli liked it, the sound of her voice in the morning, all throaty and warm, for it was just another reminder that she was there, that Cappie was in his bed. "That good, huh?" He smiled into his pillow. "Very," Eli exhaled. "You make a pretty sexy alarm clock. I'm just leavin' a review." She barked out a laugh as he melted under her touch.

"You sure I'm sexy? Pretty sure I drool–" "You do," yawned Eli as he turned to offer a lazy grin. "An ocean's amount." That ethereal glow from the morning light kissed her dark hair, that mess of tangles and waves that Eli loved to breathe in whenever Cappie was close, her scent a balm for his burning mind. The scar on her cheek lifted with her smile, validating his claim even more. Whatever Cappie was going to counter with was abandoned the moment Eli moved them, his calloused palms grabbing her hips after he flipped to his back. Cappie sat astride his lap, a faint blush blooming from what pressed against her panties, hard and unashamed. Eli rocked her against him, the friction delicious. "But I love you," he groaned. "Even if you drool." It was still new. Those three words were admitted between them but a few days ago, but it wasn't the first time that Eli felt that way towards Cappie, and even if it was scary for her, to be loved so wildly, hearing him say it was sweet relief.

To answer was to fold her body over Eli, to crash her lips to his, to moan as his fingers snuck between them to yank her panties to the side. Needy, Cappie wanted to tease, but ever the hypocrite, her own hands craved to touch, stroke, and rub as much as and as desperately as he did, and with no finesse Cappie pumped his cock twice before lining him up.

A breathy "Yes" fell from his mouth as his tip nudged her folds, the timber unmooring. Her breath hitched when she slid him inside her, when Cappie gave them what they both craved in the early hours of the day.

The sunlight cut beams on her breasts as Cappie sat back to admire Eli, to start a steady pace. Cappie adored how those haunting brown eyes fluttered shut, how his full lips parted, his throat bobbed to swallow another moan, how Eli was rutting deep thrusts into her already.

Her moan quirked a smile on his lips.

"I love you, too," she panted. "A whole-Fuck- A whole lot..."

[klingykuroo]

Mirrors: Beauty

Paring: Bokuto x OC

Genre: Angst, slight smut

Warnings: underage drinking, smoking, sexual themes, alcohol, drugs, partying, language, cross-faded, intoxication, abuse of substance

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"I am melting out here." I drag my complaint out to the blonde next to me. Her turquoise eyes turn to me with amusement. Sweat beats down her temple as she smiles. "Yeah, it's hotter than Hades ballsack."

Even though I'm in shorts that barely cover my behind and a spaghetti strap crop top that shows the entirety of my stomach, sweat still covers every inch of my skin. I haven't even been dancing that much tonight but it feels like I've been moving nonstop. Florida heat ain't no joke and the loud tunes from the speakers only make the hot air feel more excruciating.  

Sabrina is clad in much similar clothing as me but her ivory skin is flushed with red as wet droplets race down her neck. "I don't know how Monica is still dancing." She chortles. "She's like a feral animal."

I smirk. "Yeah, I think she stole all the energy when we were in the womb together." Even though I joke, I know I can be as energetic as her when the time comes. The only reason why I'm off to the side is because I'm not nearly as intoxicated or have a boyfriend to grind on like she does.

"Well, Akaashi seems to be enjoying her." Sabrina mutters.

I look at the crowd that's forming around my twin sister. Her caramel skin is drenched in sweat but a smile is plastered along her plump lips. The tight black coils we share bounce as her body moves to the beat of the song that's playing. They bounce so freely it's like they have a mind of their own.

Her eyes are shut momentarily but when they flutter open, her autumn eyes are revealed. They're slightly red from the alcohol and weed she's been consuming but they still gleam with excitement. Her barely covered bottom is pressed against her boyfriend's crotch as his arms are wrapped around her waist. They grind and twerk together without a single care for the crowd that is hyping them up.

Even though we are identical twins, I've always thought Monica was more beautiful. Maybe it's the way she's unconditionally herself, or maybe it's because she has a refined sense of humor—maybe it's simply because I lack the confidence, regardless she's always been more beautiful. Mama always tells us we're equally beautiful, but I think that's a lie. It's evident in the way I'm off in the corner sulking.

"You should join her." Sabrina nudges me. My round eyes scowl at her. "Has the heat gotten to you that bad? There's no way I'm joining."

Sabrina's straight lips curl into a grin. I roll my eyes at her amusement, she loves to see me embarrassed. "Come on, you're just as sexy as Monica. I don't know why you act like you aren't."

"Because I'm not," I mumble under my breath. "It's too hot for that," I say louder. "And I'd rather not melt my face off." I joke to stray away from my insecurities.

I don't know how I have the same body as Monica but can't flaunt it like she does. We both have big breasts that we struggle to fit into bras, wide hips that plenty of girls crave, and voluptuous butts that every guy in Florida dreams of holding. Monica shows hers off by wearing tight shirts and pants while I shun my away under baggy pants and oversized shirts and hoodies. Tonight is one of the few nights I let my body show, but that's only because I didn't want to die from heatstroke.

"Veronica, don't use the heat as an excuse." I look up at Sabrina when I hear her sharp tone. "It could be the perfect temperature and you'd still be off to the side instead of broadcasting the hot body you own." She switches to a sulking tone. "I'm jealous you know. I'm skinnier than a lamppost."

I bite back my giggle. Between Monica and me, Sabrina does look like a lamppost.

"But I want you to stop being so insecure." She resumes her older sister tone. "You're truly beautiful and I want you to start acting like that."

When I met her glaring eyes, I look at my sandals in the sand. Sabrina isn't the type to be disappointed often, so when I see disappointment reflecting in her eyes I can't help but look away.

"Bri...." I stutter. "Don't worry about it. I'll gain my confidence eventually." I mutter as I look back at Monica who has her hands on her knees as her butt bounces on Akaashi's groin. My lips form an "ou" but no sound comes out. My body stiffens when I see a familiar standing in my peripheral.

I didn't think I could get any hotter but I do. My crush since 8th grade is shirtless with black cargo shorts hugging his waist. All the moisture in my throat evaporates into the beating air. I'm not even directly looking at him, but I can see his sculpted abs glistening from the rays of the moon and sweat. His biceps and triceps contract when he lifts his red Styrofoam cup to his lips. I watch as his Adam's apple bobs as he downs whatever is in his cup, probably beer.

I shutter when the substance leaves wetness on his pink lips. Those pink lips plague my brain on a daily. I think about how soft they'd be to touch. I think about how they'd feel on my skin if he were to leave a trail of wet kisses. I wonder how they'd feel on my lips and how his tongue would roam every inch of my gaping mouth. Lastly, I think about how they'd feel sucking on the muscle between my legs.

The thought has me gripping onto Sabrina's arm.

"Girl—what are you—" She stops when she sees my panicked expression. Sabrina has been around Monica and I long enough to know when a crush is nearby. She skims the area before her ocean eyes land on the brute boy minding his business. When did he even get there? I could have sworn I saw him and his friends on the other side of the beach. He's alone which is odd. Koutaro Bokuto is known to have an entourage attached to him at all times.

A mischievous grin forms on Sabrina's face. I can already predict what she's thinking. "Sabrina. Don't even think—-"

"Hey, Bokuto!"

Sabrina frantically waves her arms catching the male's attention. I shoot a look of pure poison at Sabrina. Murder isn't even the proper action to describe what I want to do to her.

My knees wobble when he half turns in our direction. His golden hues seem much brighter as the moonlight cascades onto his flawless face. I'm breathless by the way his sweat glistens in the light. He pinches his gray browns at us and it's so sexy that it should be illegal. Once he deceivers who we are he saunters over.

My nerves race inside my body as I watch his every step closely. Despite my fighting, I'm trapped in a trace as I watch him move. His muscles move effortlessly with his body and I find my heartbeat erratic as his bold eyes bounce between Sabrina and I.

"Hey, you two" I flinch at his deep voice invading my personal space. I don't know if it's because of the atmosphere of the night but his voice seems to cut deeper into me than usual. "Are you two enjoying yourselves?"

When he's looking at Sabrina, I take a moment to look up at him. His silky salt-and-pepper hair is starting to fall across his forehead. It's an unfamiliar sight to behold. Normally his hair is lathered in gel as it sticks up at the top of his head. I guess he's been sweating too much that it's starting to come down. The front strands of his hair hang low, barely covering his eyes making him look more desirable.

I feel like throwing up.

"Yeah," I choke out. "But I kind of want to leave."

The late summer air is starting to feel overwhelming. It only adds to my frustration. I'm frustrated that I'm the uglier twin. With Bokuto standing so close, it only makes that more apparent to me. He's out of my league and I have no chance of being with him.

"What?" Sabrina glances at her phone. "It's barely 10:30. You want to go home already?"

When Bokuto's light hues land on me, I jerk my head to the side. "I didn't say I want to go home," I clarify while shaking my head. "I just want to leave."

I don't want to go home. All I'll do is sulk in my sheets and cry myself to sleep. But I don't have any other place to go. I could go to Sabrina's but I don't want to deal with her younger brother who thinks he has a chance with me.

I can't even go home even if I wanted to. Monica drove us here and I know Akaashi will drive her back to his place. I don't mind spending the night at his place, but I'd rather not hear Monica's moans through the wall.

"I want to leave too." Bokuto's distinct voice cuts through my thoughts. I hold my breath to look at him momentarily. There isn't a hint of sarcasm in his eyes which surprises me.

Bokuto is the life of the party wherever he goes. He could go to a party not knowing anyone and leave with the hearts of everyone. His boisterous personality draws people in and his charisma keeps them from leaving. He's the definition of an extrovert, having no problem displaying himself in front of a group. He's reckless and his friends are the ones that have to drag him away from a party. Him wanting to leave on his own is truly unheard of.

I want to ask him why but his blazing eyes have my lips sealed. Not only that, but he seems agitated. The usual spark in his eyes is replaced with restlessness. Like there's an ongoing war happening in his mind and he's desperately trying to escape. The lines next to and underneath his eyes tell me that he's exhausted which is a contrast to how I saw him twenty minutes ago drinking with his best friends.

Even though there's barely any light, I can see the raging storm in his eyes.

"You don't live far from here, right?" Sabrina interjects with a smirk. I swear I'm going to have her head sometime this week.

Bokuto nods causing a few more strands of hair to fall. He stuffs a hand in his pocket and releases a heavy sigh. The more and more his hair deflates, more anxious he becomes.

"Yeah," He responds flatly. "I do."

My organs halt when his eyes flicker to me. "Do you want to come to my house? I can take you home whenever you want." He offers.

My mouth literally drops. Sabrina stifles her laugh and plays it off as a cough. I'm frozen by his words and I swear my heart has stopped. I've been to his house once a year ago but that doesn't even count. I stayed in the car while Akaashi retrieved whatever he left at Bokuto's house, I think it was a charger--anyways, the thought of being alone with him sends my breath into overdrive.

I almost decline but some unknown force pulls out an 'okay' against my will.

Nodding at my approval, Bokuto gestures his head toward the crowd. "Come on, let's grab my shirt and go." He turns and I mindlessly follow after him. I look back at Sabrina who is grinning and waggling her eyebrows at me.

'You got this girl.' She mouths earning an eye roll from me.

I continue to follow behind Bokuto until we are at the edge of the crowd. His back is refined and I almost reach my hand out to glide my fingers across his smooth skin. It's obvious that he keeps his shape intact by the way his muscles protrude from underneath his skin. I guess it's the body that comes with being one of the top volleyball players in the country.

I stop moving when we reach the start of the crowd. Sweaty, drunk, and horny teenagers are jumping and screaming creating a mosh pit on the beach. I loathe navigating through crowds, especially crowds like these. I normally latch onto Sabrina or Monica as they take the lead but it would be awkward for me to do that with Bokuto.

Sensing my hesitation, Bokuto glances in my direction. I curl my toes at the intensity embedded in his stare. He faces the crowd again and I look down at his fingers. They're motioning for me to come closer and order me to place my hand in his. I don't know how I went from sulking about how I'll never be with him to placing my fingertips into his palm.

Every electron in my body ignites when our skins collide with each other. His warmth sends chills down my arms and suddenly the scorching air feels frozen. He grips my hand and tugs me close. I can smell the cedar from his cologne mixed with the beer from his cup. It's an intoxicating smell making me feel drunk even though I had a sip of Sabrina's beer earlier.

"Don't let go." Bokuto orders and I sheepishly pipe out an 'okay'.

We plunge into the flock of teens and he guides our every step. We push against people but I don't feel their sweat on my body at all. All I can feel is the tiny connection Bokuto and I share with our fingers. Even though people are screeching into my ear, I can only hear the rapid beat of my heart. Kids surround me, but they all fade to black as I focus on the handsome boy in front of me.

I never really looked at him from behind; especially not this close, but it's starting to become my favorite thing.

After fighting against the crowd, we finally emerge on the other side. I take a breath of fresh air realizing how difficult it was to breathe in the cluster of people. I begin to slip my hand from his but he grips me back in. I look at the back of his hand with surprise coating my eyes.

He wants to hold my hand?

He continues to lead until we walk up to his group of friends. They're all sitting in the sand; some hold blunts in their hands, some hold drinks. I recognize all of them as I've shared classes with them over the years. I've always felt intimidated by Bokuto's friend group even though Monica is a part of it. She is dating Bokuto's best friend.

"Kuroo."

The long ravennette opens one eye at his name being called. He's laying in the sand with his girlfriend resting on top of his broad chest. Gabby and Kuroo have been a couple for as long as I can remember. They've been labeled as 'Bonnie & Clyde' as their dates oftentimes contain them indulging in illegal activities. They both just got off probation recently.

"What?" He responds irritated from being woken.

"Where is my shirt?" Bokuto replies back with the same irritable tone.

Kuroo opens his other eye and shifts the attention to the male to the left of him. "Sugawara is using it as a pillow." He tells him before shutting his eyes and drifting back into his slumber.

Bokuto moves toward Sugawara whose also sleeping like Kuroo. His girlfriend, Maya sits next to his head as she plays with his dark hair. Her glossy eyes seem to be disconnected. She's drunk I conclude when I see bottles next to her. Maya is known to be a feen for alcohol while her boyfriend can't seem to abide by the law. I remember being shocked when his natural gray hair was dyed black after spending a year in juvie. I was even more shocked when I heard Maya stayed with him the whole time.  

Bokuto nudges Sugawara's foot to wake him. "Give me my shirt." He demands dryly.

Sugawara's dark hazel eyes flutter open. "Why? It's a nice pillow." His groggy voice says.

"You leaving?"

A boy's voice presses from the left of Sugawara. Iwaizumi, a light-skinned boy with brown spikey hair and piercings has his eyebrow raised at Bokuto. Dixie, his girlfriend, sits in his lap and mimics Iwaizumi’s expression at me with bloodshot red eyes. I don't know too much about these two. That's mainly because they never appear at school but are present at every party that's thrown. I only ever hear about them through Monica.

Bokuto nods. "I am."

"What!?" A wild female voice hollers from the left of Kuroo. A light-skinned girl with a flushed face and arms wrapped around a skinny blonde boy glares at Bokuto. "You're so boring!! The partttyyyy is just getting starttttedddd."

Michelle and Tsukishima are the only freshmen in the entirety of Anglewood Highschool that have the privilege of hanging with seniors. Especially with seniors as notorious as this bunch. Tsukishima's parents give him a lot of money so he's the one who funds when the group wants to do something. And Michelle...well...she's a drug addict...at the age of 14.

This group is truly dysfunctional and I scolded Monica for becoming a part of it. But I trust her to make smart decisions and threatened Akaashi that if something were to happen to her, he can kiss his balls goodbye.

"You're annoyingly loud, Michelle." Bokuto snaps. "Kindly shut up."

Michelle responds by raising both her middle fingers at him I don't even register it though. I'm too busy focusing on the pool that dripped between my legs at the tone of Bokuto's voice. I know it's wrong to admit but he's so hot when he's mad. His hair is completely down now and I wonder why he doesn't wear it down more often.

"What's up with you?" Kuroo questions. "No need to get snappy."

"Buzz off," Bokuto mutters to his best friend.

"Whyyyy arreee yoouuu wittth Kaashi's girllll?" Maya slurs her words as her eyes gaze upon me. "He gonn beat you up for thattt." She laughs over her words.

"Dummy," Gabby rises her head and laughs with Maya. "That's Moni's twin, Veronica."

"Oh."

Maya and Gabby topple over with laughter at Maya's mistake. Tears roll down their cheeks as they find mistaking me for Monica the most hilarious thing on the planet. It stings my pride but it wouldn't be the first. I hide my embarrassment by shying behind Bokuto. I don't know why but their laughter makes a lump form in my throat.

Bokuto glances behind and scowls when he sees my shy eyes looking at the sand. He looks back at his friends and glares at the two girls. He lets go of my hand and I almost cry at the empty feeling that washes over me.  

He angrily shuffles his feet in the sand as he walks between Sugawara and Kuroo. He bends down and harshly swipes his black t-shirt from Sugawara's head. I hear him grumble a swear word as he does.

"Hey!" Sugawara shouts as he sits up. "What's your problem?" Sugawara rises to his feet and stands in front of Bokuto. "Mad that you couldn't bang Monica so you have to go for her lame twin instead!?"

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry, you'll only prove his point. I swallow the enormous lump in my throat and clench my fists. I know everyone saw me as the lame twin but hearing it cuts to my core. The little confidence I gained when Bokuto's hand was attached to mine disappears into thin air.

I'm not sad for long before Bokuto's fist is flying through the air. It's centimeters away from connecting to Sugawara's jaw before it's yanked away. Kuroo is swift with his movements as he pulls Bokuto away from Sugawara.

"What the f—" Kuroo curses as Bokuto struggles against his hold. "What is wrong with you, Bokuto!?"

Bokuto breaks from Kuroo's grasp. Maybe if Kuroo wasn't inebriated and high, that wouldn't have happened. Instead of throwing another punch at the juvenile, he turns on his heels and heads for me. My muscles tense when I feel the raging heat surrounding his body. I want to touch him to calm him down but I'm scared I'll get burned.

"Let's go." His tight order has me jumping in my skin. He grabs my wrist and I brace myself for the roughness but it never comes. He's pissed but he handles me with care. He doesn't yank me along, instead, he patiently waits for me to move.

It's so minuscule but it summons butterflies in my stomach. The fact that he was going to fight his close friend for my sake has me blushing on the inside and out.

~~~

The walk to Bokuto's house is only 10 minutes but it felt like an eternity. He didn't utter a single word to me. He just kept the lead while his hand stayed intertwined with mine. I wanted to ask what he's so irritated about but my voice is locked away in my throat. I wanted to ask why he defended me. We've only talked a few of times before but that isn't enough reason to throw punches at a close friend for my sake.

Bokuto lives in a lovely beach house on the coast of Panama City Beach. It's in a relatively wealthy area. It's clear his family has money and I wonder why he attends such a trashy school like Anglewood.

The house has the beach as its front yard and from the way it's so quiet, I think his family owns this section of the beach. I'm jealous. I love feeling the grainy sand between my toes as the waves crash against each other. Monica is terrified of the ocean but I love it.

We step inside and he immediately turns on the lights. I gaze upon the various modern decorations and furniture that take up space, making the house feel full. The white and blue theme is scattered across the house reflecting in the couch cushions, the rug, and the ornaments on the walls. When I walk deeper into the house, I see family photos hung on the white-painted walls.

Bokuto has two older sisters but I've never seen what they look like until now. There's a portrait of the three smiling into the camera. I'm assuming the oldest, stands in the middle with Bokuto to her right and the other sister to her left. The eldest has hair white as snow in contrast to the middle sister whose hair is black as night. Bokuto's hair is a perfect mixture of theirs. They all share the same angular eyes with royal hues.

Next to that photo is their parents. The oldest sister shares their mom's pale hair color. It's so white that it looks bleached and transparent. She has a skinny build but she stands tall. Her sharp slanted eyes look foreign to me as they weren't inherited by her kids. Her strong jawline is being held high and her lips are pursed into a straight line. She didn't bother smiling for the photo at all. She outshines her husband who stands next to her with a somber expression. His hair is midnight black and his angular eyes are a direct copy of his children.

Everything about this couple screams money. They were born into it and would fight to the death to keep it. I glance around the house once more before looking back at the parent's photo. Even though their house is open and welcoming, nothing about them feels that way.

I look in front of me at Bokuto whose standing at the entrance of the living room. Bokuto is full of energy and excitement, but his parents are seem so...boring.

"I'm going to wash my hair," he says blankly. "My bedroom is upstairs; it's the last room to the left. You can play whatever you want on the TV. If you're hungry, you can eat what you want from the kitchen." He tells me before disappearing down a hallway.

I question why he immediately directed me to his bedroom instead of offering me the living room. Then I remember how uptight his parents looked. If they were to come home and smell weed and alcohol on their furniture, they'd lose it.

Not feeling for any food, I follow Bokuto's directions to his bedroom. I inhale deeply before I push it open. My nerves come alive as I step into my crushes room for the first and probably the last time. I flick on the light switch and gasp when I breathe in the air.

It smells just like him in here. It's like he's morphed into the air and is all around me. The perfect mixture of cedar and cinnamon lingers in the atmosphere almost bringing me to my knees. His walls are painted orange—which I find ugly, but it's hard to see underneath the wall decorations.

Volleyball trophies and medals hang on his wall. Volleyball truly is his passion, the evidence is in how he displays his achievements and has famous volleyball player posters on his walls. A dark wood dresser is in front of his bed and on top of it is a large flat-screen TV. His room is a little messy with clothes and random stuff sprawled on the floor but I don't hold it against him. He's a teenage boy after all.

When I look upon his bed, a fluttering feeling captures my body. It's a dark wood king-sized bed with dark blue sheets draping from it. The duvet is pulled down and it doesn't look like it's touched often. I smile to myself. He's like me and sleeps without it. Monica says I'm weird for it but I feel suffocated under them. I only sleep with a soft thin blanket and it seems like Bokuto does the same.

I want to fall onto his bed and wrap myself in his sheets. I want to hold what he holds every night close to my body. My imagination spirals; I wonder what he would do if he saw me touching myself on his bed. I know that's terrible to think but the thought of him seeing me that way gets me going.

I won't do it though, I'm too scared.

I walk to his bed and press myself against the sheets. His mattress is soft like a bag of feathers. It's the type of mattress that you sink into as it wraps itself around you and soothes your tense muscles. I wonder how many girls he's brought into this bed. How many girls he's screwed and then ghosted the next day. I've heard of his dating habits and how it's nonexistent.

Bokuto is a playboy. That's why I've stayed away from him. I'd be utterly heartbroken if he were to leave me high and dry.

I'd have no one to blame but myself. I don't have outstanding qualities like Monica that would make him want to stick around. Once again, I compare myself to my sister. The words Sugawara said earlier latch onto my heart and twist it. I really am pathetic and lame but I don't appreciate it being shouted for the whole world to hear.

I take a deep breath in but it's shaky and tears brim around my eyes. I sit in the middle of Bokuto's bed and let my tears fall. I should've just gone home. I didn't want to sulk but here I am doing it anyways.

"I hope you aren't crying because of what Sugawara said."

I jump at Bokuto's gravelly voice cutting through my tears. I quickly wipe my tears away and stutter. "I-I wasn't."

He's changed into black sweatpants that squeeze his waist so seductively that it turns me on even as I cry. He's in a basic gray t-shirt but with his yin-and-yang hair sticking to his forehead, he looks ethereal.

I don't know what force pulled that approval out of me earlier but I'm regretting it. This is so embarrassing. My crush of 3 years just walked in on me crying like a baby on his bed.

He saunters over before he leans, evading my personal space. "Don't lie to me." He whispers into my ear. "I don't like liars."

My breath hitches when his breath touches my skin. I can't tell if he's concerned for me or trying to seduce me. Either way, I like it and I break by telling him the truth.

"Okay," I admit. "I was." I let out an exhausted sigh. "I mean how could I not? The truth hurts."

"Lies hurt too." He leans away and climbs onto his bed. I scooch to give him his space but the grabbing of my thigh stops me. "It's up to you to differentiate between the two. Just because it hurts doesn't mean it's true."

I pause, reflecting on his words. It's going to take more than a piece of advice to build my broken confidence but it's a start.

"Do you think I am?"

"Think you're what?"

"The uglier and lame twin." I blurt.

His eyes connect with me. His rosy lips part and his smokey brows rise. I watch him as his broad shoulders rise and fall when he takes in deep breaths. He blinks at me before his hand is running up my exposed thigh. I breathe air into the back of my throat at the sensation his fingers bring. My blood races when his digits reach the bottom of my denim shorts.

"Not at all." He murmurs breathlessly after what felt like hours. "I never have."

Mama says don't take validation from no man but I can't help it. Bokuto's truths have me believing I can be a vogue model.

He inches closer. I can feel his breath on my lips. The smell of beer infiltrates my nostrils but I don't care. I'll drown in the smell if it means he's close to me.

"Why do you degrade yourself?" He asks quietly. "And why do you stray away from your feelings?"

His hard questions leave another lump in my throat. Gosh, I'm so tired of crying tonight. I have an answer for both questions, I just don't want to say them. For the first one, I never degraded myself first. Someone did and I accepted it as true. And for the second one, all I can think of is Solange's Cranes in the Sky, 'Sometimes I don't want to feel those metal clouds.'  Those ugly emotions being degraded brought me are unbearable. I'd rather run than confront them.

Luckily, his questions were rhetorical and he wasn't expecting an answer. He leans in again and I think he's going to kiss me. He does kiss me, but not on my lips. He dips his head and brushes his lips on my collarbone. I suck air through my teeth when I feel his lips dance against my honey-colored skin.

"Why don't you see how astonishing you are?" He questions against my skin. "I wish I could give you my eyes."

"Why?" I barely croak out when his wet lips trail up my neck.

I feel him smirk against me. "So you can see what I see, of course. Which is nothing but pure beauty."

I not only gasp at his words but at his sucking on my neck. I've never really experienced foreplay before. The guys I've been with jump right into sex not caring about it. I remember Monica saying that her favorite thing about Akaashi's sex is the foreplay and aftercare. She said he makes her feel like a star and I always longed for that.

"Tell me, darling, do you feel beautiful?"

The affectionate name has me releasing a soft sigh. I feel tears forming in my eyes, not from sadness, but from high desire. I'm chasing after the bliss I know he'll bring to my body and it brings tears when I think of how good it'll feel.

When I don't answer he stops his movements. I whine when his perfect lips disconnect from me.

"Answer me." His assertiveness has me clenching my legs together.

I shake my head. "No, I don't." I answer honestly. I haven't felt beautiful since 9th grade.

His languid breaths occupy my space. I can't tell the effect my honest truth has on him. His royal eyes bounce to my lips which are burning to feel him. He bites his own lips before diving in. He captures me in a kiss that takes all my breath away. It takes away every breath I'll ever have away. I grip onto his sheets as electricity courses through every crevice of my body. He bites down on my lower lips and a moan leaves my throat. He tilts my head slightly giving his tongue a better angle to roam my unexplored mouth. He groans when my free hand runs up his forearm.

I feel like my body is the ocean waves outside and he's lightning in a raging storm. When he touches me, my waves push against each other in abnormal way and they can't find the will to stop. The hand that rests on my thigh travels to my cheek.

"Do you want me to make you feel beautiful?"

He looks at me through half-lidded eyes. I see the burning desire resonating in his bright eyes. No one has ever desired me as much as Bokuto does in this moment. When did this desire appear? He's never paid attention to me like this, so what changed?

Doesn't matter, all I know is that I'm nodding my head.

"Yes."

Something snaps beneath his eyes. In a swift motion, his shirt is off his body and thrown to the side. His eyes connect with mine and a seductive brow is raised at me. He licks his lips and my body begins to weep for him.

"Then you better lay down."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Next Chapter: Forgotten

[luventi]

SLEEPY SEX WITH GENSHIN BOYS

with. diluc, childe, ayato, albedo, kazuha, zhongli.

cw. smut, creampies, lots of soft sex, finger sucking, nipple play, yes i put ayato in here, gender neutral with no specific body type

note. hello!!!! she is back from hiatus and ready to deliver (to the best of her abilities ofc) posting is going to be still relatively slow as i get back in the swing of things but so happy to be back! please make sure to leave a comment + reblog if you enjoyed! <3

sleepy sex with diluc is just him staring up at you with baggy eyes as you try to ride him while avoiding his bandages and various bruises on his skin + you’ll accidentally grab on to a part of his shoulder that aches really bad and he’ll groan out in pain so he has to hold your hands while you keep bouncing

sleepy sex with childe is probably late at night when he just awoke from a nap on his desk and you’re laid out on top of it amidst his papers and layered clothing, his hands are holding yours above your head and he’s begging, pleading for you to be good for him because he’s way too tired to deal with your brattiness and he just wants to cum in his love

sleepy sex with ayato is a hurricane of half ridden clothes and lustful kisses, he’s tired, stressed, but most of all he’s so hungry for your touch and the way you moan beneath him, he thinks he’s gone delirious with the lack of sleep but truly it’s the way you squeeze around his cock and urge him to fuck you faster that gets his head dizzy and his eyes hazy

sleepy sex with albedo is lazy and soft, after a week of nonstop working he’ll now take his time to kiss your fingers as you slip him inside of you, ignoring him for the most part and grinding down in search of your own pleasure, although he doesn’t mind in the slightest—seeing you use him to get off is enough to make him unload inside of you in a fit of groans, your spasming hole sucking up all his cum inside of you

sleepy sex with kazuha is passionate and quiet, the man who usually has so much to say is reduced to a tired needy boy, after all journeys leave even the best wanderers of us missing home, and for kazuha? home is the warm spongy insides of your holes welcoming him, nothing but the sound of skin on skin and the occasional whimper of each other’s names can be heard throughout his cabin, your voice muffled by his fingers in your mouth while he hits your special sweet spot each time he fucks into you

sleepy sex with zhongli is after a night out in the city, you both barely had enough sleep and now the sun’s golden rays are filtering inside your bedroom while he toys with your chest, his hair is brushing against your skin as his fingers tweak one of your nipples and his warm mouth harshly sucks on the other, wanting to bring you pleasure over and over again before he ushers his sleepy darling right back to bed with him

[help-i-need-a-cool-username]

Current headcanons for possible stobotnik boom!Stone

He works at/owns a coffee shop a couple towns over. Eggman was there to pick up a specific thing and decided to get coffee on the way out. It was love at first sight. Stone put a heart next to the name on the cup. The next few weeks sees a serious decrease of Eggman sightings and Sonic's feelings are a tad bit hurt. The team investigate and discover no, Eggman doesnt have a new nemesis, he's just utterly failing to flirt with this one barista and its painful to watch.

Eggman decided he cant rely on machines to handle everything for him after a few to many mishaps so he hires a personal assistant. Stone turns out not only to be super competent but half the time he's more efficient than the machines and he makes the best lattes. Theres a behind the scenes rivalry between Stone and a couple robots. Eggman has no idea he's crushing mega hard on Stone but everybody else knows. If Sonic has to hear one more rambling rant about "how great Stone is" he's gonna scream

Stone somehow inserts himself into Eggman's life. Nobody has any idea how it happened (well Sticks has a few theories). Including Eggman. He just showed up one day and never left

Stone opens a coffee shop that becomes a popular new hang out place. He's not much of a character but he is in most episodes. He can be seen serving coffee, staring longingly at Eggman from across the room, and chatting with costumers. Theres a unspoken rule about not damaging his shop during fights (his coffee is too divine. No one is willing to risk not being able to get some because he closed the shop down)

Villain Stone villain Stone villain Stone

Villain Stone who does like two attacks, is then invited by Eggman to join forces, and next thing anyone knows they're partners

Villain Stone who's trying to get Eggman's attention by making him jealous stealing his nemesis and becoming his rival

Stone gets one episode and then after that he's just occasionally seen in the background and given two lines. Stone moves to town (Sticks is convinced he's a government spy placed here to gather information) and as the only other human in town, Amy is convinced Eggman and Stone are destined to be together and she works nonstop to create romantic situations to trap them in. It somehow works. Eggman is constantly calling to reschedule fights because "i cant do thursday im going bowling with Stone"

Stone works as a government liaison. He's got a neutral relationship with both Eggman and team Sonic (even Sticks. She stops by his house to ask convoluted questions that he patiently answers or to spy on him) but seeing him usually means "uggggg what now" for all of them. Stone has a closet shrine filled with pictures of Eggman and the only people who know are Sticks and Knuckles. They dont talk about it

The government sends a group to the island to investigate something and everyone is super aggravated by all the red tape. Stone is the guy in charge. Eggman is pissed at the group and Stone in particular for grinding everything to a halt until Stone takes off his sunglasses and theres a cartoon "pretty girl hairflip" kinda thing when Eggman sees Stone's eyes for the first time. Now instead of stuttering and flushing in anger when talking to Stone he stutters and flushes because of butterflies. Stone and Shadow either have unexplained beef or are the kind of friends where you quietly stand together because you dont know anybody else here which is also unexplained. Either way its weird

(Oh what if Maria was one of the members of the group and thats why Shadow was hanging around oh great im going on a tangent now-)

(Or maybe Rouge is there and her and Shadow act like old friends. This is only relevant because Knuckles spends the whole episode looking at Rouge with heart eyes and theres a "get Knuckles a date" side plot)

[colossal-fallout]

I just followed u!! I've binge reading nonstop and I am really enjoyed. I mean it's rare to see people writing AOT girls such as Hitch,Nanaba,Rico,Petra with a male reader. If u are okay with it Can I have a sex HC’s about the girls mentioned above?

Your words are kind, thank you for being here!

Sex HC's ~ Hitch, Nanaba, Rico & Petra 💦

Male bodied reader. You must be 18+ smut.

Side note: I actually Canon Nanaba & Rico as gay but I'll still add them! No problem.

Hitch

Hitch is 110% a pillow princess.

You have the dick, now use it and make her feel good.

And if you're not doing a good enough job, damn she'll let you know.

If you're doing a good job, however... expect eye rolls, cute moans and squeaks. She won't let you stop and will demand more until she feels overly satisfied. She enjoys sex, a lot. Until her insides are swollen and sore, don't expect her to want to stop.

Lies on her back like a doll while you eat her out, which she will make you do. Hitch tastes very sweet and she's really tight. Her pussy is like pure heroin. It feels amazing, gripping you tightly and pulling you in.

She is an absolute brat through and through and the only way to get her to stop complaining is ramming your swollen hardness into any one of her holes.

Claws your back like there's no tomorrow and whines pretty loud.

Her insides milk you so good; something about her ridges and the way they spasm when she orgasms is just... ah its just heaven

The best part is, if you pleasure her enough, and push her into that hazy void of sex brain, she'll happily let you do anything you'd like to her. All with heavy eyes and a slack jaw, face flushed pink.

Nanaba

Nanaba is the type of woman who sees sex as a good release of stress and tension.

Expect a lot of quickies.

Bossy but not overly so; she likes what she likes and is quick to inform you what those things are.

Adores being bent over. Slam her from behind and grab the back of her neck and she'll be cuming around your length within moments.

Loves being fucked against walls too. It's less time fumbling with stuff on the bed. Just be hard and fast, so she can get back to work.

If she's feeling especially horny, she'll ride you and she is amazing at it. Her stamina is second to none, and you often see the lump of the end of your cock against her skin when she grinds.

Not too vocal but she pants and quietly groans. Her toes curl when she orgasms, and her legs shake. That's when you know you've done your job, soldier.

Smirks when she's getting close - she's a real vixen minx.

I can see her enjoying foot play. It's a hot way of her relaxing her feet after a long day.

Rico

Rico is very similar to Nanaba, in that she's usually far too busy with work to think about sex. It's a great way to de-stress and that's it.

She's so easy to read, however. When she wants you, her face flushes crimson. It only deepens the more you pleasure her.

Adores breast play. Her nipples are pretty sensitive.

She's definitely got more kinks than Nanaba. She has a stuffing fetish. Fill Rico as full as possible, until her lower belly is swollen and she'll cum again and again and again. She'll be a shaking, hazy and pleading mess.

Likes it rough. Tug her hair, bite her, dig your fingertips into her ass.

She can be persuaded easily into an all night session. Just make her orgasm and she'll cling to you like a kitten.

With her stuffing kink, she likes to be filled up as much as possible... ergo, she goes weak for anal.

Likes to have you fill her in every single hole - wants to feel like she's about to explode.

Petra

Shy, submissive and has to absolutely adore you for you to be allowed entry inside of her.

Tastes like honey. She's amazing.

Her big, Amber eyes gleaming up at you above her pink cheeks as she squirms beneath you is certainly a sight to see.

So, so so tight.

You'll have to be gentle and guide her. Poor innocent Petra has no idea how someone can make her feel so good. She wants it again and again.

Her legs come up as she whines into you, almost like fucking a ball. You slide in extra deep; she just wants to feel as close to you as possible.

Will happily, yet timidly do anything you ask. You make her feel so amazing she would never think of saying no. As long as its not rough sex she's happy to do it.

"Please... don't ever stop..." her breathy begging is often heard. "I don't ever want anyone else, only you can make me feel this good."

Squeaks your name a lot.

Before she takes you into her mouth, she does these adorable little kitten licks around the tip. She's just a perfect, sexy little thing who you can't wait to fucking ruin.

[amberwritesstuffs]

A very special dinner.

Summary: Wanda has been working a lot lately and you decide to make her dinner to cheer her up.

Warnings: 18+ smut, mommy!Wanda, fingering, degradation, praise kink, oral (r giving), slightly choking. (If I’m missing anything please let me know!)

Word count: 2k

Wanda was working home tonight too, arranging some paperwork Steve asked her to, she had been sitting in front of the desk nonstop since morning. She had been working a lot but today was the worst yet. The only time you actually saw her through the day was when you brought her some take out lunch and ate with her while straddling her lap, you talked a little but after eating you let her work again.

You were missing the attention of your Mommy but at the same time you knew she was going to be tired of working as she was for the entire week.

You were lying in bed watching a movie, hugging her pillow that had her scent and made you always feel safe (and turned on, but this was not the time) when you decided to do something nice for her, she was the one to always take care of you and made you feel better when you were tired or sad, so you could do it for her too. She deserved it for being such a good Mommy.

After evaluating your options, you decided it would be better to make her dinner since for lunch you had take-out. You were not the best like her, but you can defend yourself, besides, doing something easy but fancy should be a piece of cake. The recipe you mastered like Gordon Ramsay (According to you, but you fooled no one, that was not your fort) was a simple lemon pasta with garlic shrimp. You knew Wanda would love anything you cook for her, even if it was just a plain sandwich, but this was a different special occasion. She had been working nonstop and barely had any free time, but every little time she had, she made it up to you, to care and make you feel good, so, it was fair to do the same.

You started cooking the pasta, plain spaghetti in some boiling water while retreating the shrimp from the freezer. Meanwhile it was a relatively easy recipe and you made it before, you looked for it from your phone to just not mess it up.

Unfreeze the shrimp, clean it, cut it, and into a pan with butter. You started making your way through the kitchen, while listening to some music and moving your hips to the rhythm. It was getting better and better, and the kitchen smelled awesome with the mixed aroma of the shrimp combined with the butter, garlic and parsley. You were going to drain the water from the pasta when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a face buried on the crook of your neck. She inhaled deeply and you relaxed on her embrace, leaning into her.

“You smell good.” She said huskily, and you bit your lip.

“Is it the smell of the food that just impregnated on me?” You joked turning around to meet her eyes, ignoring the way her voice caused you to wet your panties a little.

“No, but that smells good too” she chuckled. “Was the occasion, princess?” She asked, pecking your lips and taking some steps back, letting you continue to cook.

“There’s no occasion, Mommy, I just wanted to do something good for you, since you were working so hard” was your reply, smirking while moving the shrimp and adding some crushed red pepper.

“Oh” she cooed, “My little princess is so good for me”, you bit your lip again, pressing your thighs together a little as an automatic response to her praise. Wanda noticed this and decided that she wanted some relief herself, but since she wanted to eat the dinner you were cooking, she decided to tease you a little, but in a different way she usually does, since she didn’t want you burning yourself or the dinner.

She hopped up the counter at your left and you eyed her cautiously. She smiled and gestured you to continue. You kept cooking and mumbling to some music while almost finishing the recipe when you heard a moan.

You returned your gaze to your Mommy only to see her massaging her breasts. Hard. You gulped. “M-Mommy?” You asked, gripping at the spatula.

“Keep cooking, baby, you don’t want to burn the dinner you’ve been cooking so perfectly for Mommy, hm?” She opened her legs, the short she was using reveling her inner thighs to you; she pressed her fingers through the fabric directly to her core, causing a long moan that send a chill down your spine. You wanted her. You made a move indicating you wanted to come close to her when she stopped everything, moving her hands off her body. “No, princess, keep cooking.”

“But- Mommy- I want to help you. I want to make you feel good, please.” You whined, struggling with the urge between your legs and the dinner that was on the stove.

“Finish cooking, princess, if dinner is good, I’ll think about rewarding you by using you like the toy you are to make Mommy feel good.” You gulped, your mind going hazy with need, but you nodded, trying to focus yourself on the food and not your girlfriend touching herself less than a meter from you.

She started moaning again when her fingers returned to her core, rubbing it slightly. Your mouth was watering, your hand gripping hard on the handle of the spatula, wishing to make her cum on your mouth.

She removed her shirt, revealing her boobs to you and you whimpered at that, her pretty nipples hard and calling for your mouth. She brought her fingers to her mouth and wet her index and thumb to then use them to circle her nipple, she let out a long, loud moan at that.

“Mommy-“ You whined, unable to focus fully on dinner.

“Be a good girl, baby princess, you are almost done cooking.” Her other hand finally dipped inside her shorts and she moaned loudly feeling her own fingers. You saw her hand inside her shorts moving and finally lost it. You approached her and latched your mouth on her right nipple while touching her thighs; Wanda let out a surprised moan at that and grabbed the back of your head. “Princess, you are not being good right now, I told you to finish cooking.”

“Mommy- I- I need you- Please” The look on your eyes made her own soft. She knew she was working a lot lately and had little time for you, and you missed her as much as she missed you. She smiled and kissed your forehead.

“How much until it’s ready?” She motioned the food on the stove while grabbing your jaw.

“Not much, it’s almost ready.” You whined, looking at her lips and latching again to her nipple, sucking eagerly.

“Come here, princess, I’m going to help you finish so you can finish me.” You gulped but smiled. Both of you moving to the stove, Wanda behind you, and you could feel her breasts against your back. You were done pretty quickly, when you turned off everything, and covered the just made food to put it on the oven to keep it warm.

“Mommy-“ You whined for the millionth time before turning into her arms and kissing her needly. Your lips moved on hers and when she used her tongue you complied and let her dominate you. “I want to make you feel good, please” you mumbled when she started kissing your neck, leaving pretty hickeys here and there.

“My sweet girl wants to make Mommy feel good?” You nodded, pulling her closer to you. “My little fuck toy…” She grabbed you by your neck and guided you to the counter she was minutes before. “Kneel.” She commanded and you complied, looking at her with needy eyes. She shimmed her shorts off and leaned on the counter again, making you gasp and your mouth water at the sight of her wet cunt. “Tongue out, pretty toy, Mommy is going to make herself cum on your mouth.” You did as she said and then guided your mouth to her core, the smell of her arousal only making you needier. Your girlfriend moved her hips against your mouth, letting long moans to be heard for you. “That’s it, baby, your mouth feels so good against my pussy.” Her movements were getting faster and faster, and you couldn’t take it, wrapping your lips against her clit and sucking harshly, she screamed at that, falling to the edge, while you continued to flick your tongue rapidly against her clit. “That’s it, Mommy is going to cum on your mouth, slut, you want that, don’t you?” She was pulling your hair at this point, making you moan against her. A few seconds later she let out a scream, gripping your head and moving you where she wanted. You let her ride out her orgasm before doing another long lick and raising yourself to kiss her.

She kissed back and the taste drove her crazy, she stood up and then turned you around leaning you against the counter, never breaking the kiss. She all but ripped your clothes, throwing them to the side and kissing your neck just the way you liked it. Her hands gripped your sides before hopping you on the counter the same way she did, opening your legs and standing between them.

Her hands went to your thighs, caressing them while going higher and higher getting close to your core. She dipped a finger, gasping at the wetness she found. “My pretty princess is so ready for me, hm?” When you didn’t answer, she slapped your pussy, making you cry out. “I asked you something, whore, who made you this wet?”

“You! You did, Mommy! Only you, please.” You grinded your hips, hoping she would take some pity on you.

“That’s right, mine” She said huskily while sliding two fingers inside of you and pumping them in and out steadily. “This pussy is only mine to fuck; I’m the only one who can make you moan.” You moaned loudly, bucking your hips, silently asking for more. “What is it, slut? It’s not enough for you?”

“No, Mommy, please, I- I need it harder- Please- I need you so much.” You whined, pleading into her eyes. She growled and started a rough pace making you scream. She grabbed your neck and squeezed, your mind going fuzzy at the feeling. Wanda felt you were close, but she knew what you needed to come harder than ever. With the same hand that was squeezing your neck, she guided your lips to her breasts; she certainly did not have to tell you twice as you took her nipple into your mouth, moaning against her. You sucked hard, loving the feeling of her boobs on your mouth, making her moan.

“You look so beautiful like this, dorogoya” Her accent was thicker and caused you to moan loud again. “You look so pretty sucking at my boobs while I fuck hard your tight pretty pussy.” Her pace increased if it was possible. You were close, and Wanda knew, so she moved her hand to rub your clit rapidly.

“M-mommy, I-“ You struggled talking as you wanted to continue moaning.

“I know what you want, princess.” She cooed, never stopping the brutal pace contrasting with her sweet voice. “Tell me who you belong to.”

You rolled your eyes in pleasure but answered as you could. “You. Only you, Mommy. I’m yours. I belong to you, only you- Please, let me cum for you, Mommy, let me be your good girl, please.” You frantically chanted, lost in pleasure, your entire body begging for release.

“Go ahead, princess, cum for me.” She kissed your head, guiding your lips to her nipple again. You latched to it finally letting yourself go, hard. You screamed, muffled a little by her breasts, body trembling as brutal orgasm ripped through you and slumping into her. Wanda let you ride your high and making you come down lightly, whispering sweet nothings to your ear. “You did so good, baby, you are such a good girl. My good girl.”

You sighed happily, finally opening your eyes to look up and meet her smiling at you. You smiled sheepishly and leaned to kiss her, feeling tired.

“Come on, princess, let me taste the dish you made for me.” She kissed your forehead and helped you down the counter. You went to take it out of the stove while Wanda set up the table. She then took a seat as you sat down on her lap, your head laying on her shoulder. When she served herself and took the fork to her mouth you straighted out, looking at her impatiently, curious of if the food was good. After taking the bite and swallowing she smiled at you, her arm on your waist tightening reassuringly. “This taste amazing, princess, you did so good”. She smiled, pecking your cheek as you blushed and smiled too, pleased with yourself for doing a good job for her.

Dinner went on Wanda eating on her own, and then feeding you too until all the food was gone. She rested on the chair and you snuggled closer to her as one of her hands rested on your thigh and the other one stroked your hair, enjoying this intimate time together. It was until she pulled you by your hair to look at you, making you yelp.

“I enjoyed this thoroughly, baby, but I did say you could get a reward if dinner was good.”

[mrs-gucci]

Gucci’s Girl [REPOST] {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! I originally wrote this story as an ‘x OC’ because that’s what I was writing at the time, but I decided to change it into an ‘x Reader’ story since that’s what more people like to read!

**I used a translation application for the Italian in this story. Apologies if there are any typos and/or incorrect sentences/grammar. Italian sentences/words are in italics throughout the story with translations after the sentences in parenthesis.

**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.

warnings: smut. fluff. grinding. multiple orgasms. pretty vanilla sex.

(possible) tw’s: infidelity (he’s engaged, not married).

SMUT under the CUT!

“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname).

“Y/N, will you stay after for a bit?”

Mr. Gucci walks over to your desk.

“I need to ask you something.”

You nod, smiling up at your boss.

“Of course, Mr. Gucci.”

Inside, you were panicking. 

He’s never asked you to stay after work before, except on your first day, which made sense.  But this doesn’t make sense… 

He returns the smile.

“Excellent. Just come to my office.”

You continue to work, faxing and typing away until the clock read five. 

Everyone else begins to pack up and bids you farewell as you make your way up to Mr. Gucci’s office.

The wooden door has never looked more intimidating than it does in this moment, as you raise your knuckles and knock.

“Entra in.” (Come in.)

You take a deep breath before you turn the handle, forcing a smile on your face.

He looks so scary and intimidating when he sits at his desk, a fact that, when you told him, made him laugh.

“Ah, yes, Y/N. Come in, sit down.”

The chairs in his office are top-of-the-line, a refreshing change from the less-than luxurious chairs out on the floor.

Mr. Gucci lights a cigarette and takes a drag before standing up and walking around to take a seat in the chair next to you.

When he sees your confused expression, he laughs softly, taking another drag.

“I know you think I look scary sitting back there, and I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

Your eyes go wide.

“O-Oh, that’s not what I meant—“

“I know, tesoro.”

He chuckles, eyes flickering over your face before he speaks again. 

“So, the annual House of Gucci Ball is coming up, as you know.”

You nod.

“And, I was wondering...would you want to...come with me?”

Your stomach drops.

“W-What?”

The CEO looks incredibly flustered and anxious, a new look for him.

“My fiancée isn’t feeling well and as the head of the House, I really don’t want to go alone…”

In a bold move, you reach out and gently place your hand over his. He looks up at you, and you smile.

“I’d, uhh, I’d love to go, sir. It would be my pleasure.”

“Great.”

The corners of his lips tug up into a genuine smile and his eyes dart away from yours as he takes another drag.

“I’ll have the company tailor come in tomorrow and take your measurements for a gown. And you’ll come here three hours beforehand in order to have hair and makeup done.”

You’re still partially in shock as he discusses dresses and makeup and hair. 

It’s become clear to you over the past few weeks that he has feelings for you, and you think they’re the same feelings that you have for him. 

But obviously, neither of you can act on them, no matter how badly you wish you could. He’s set to be married in a few months, and there’s a very strict company policy that forbids relationships between workers and their supervisors.

So, it left this unresolved tension between the two of you, and you literally just agreed to spend an entire night at an event with him.

The reality hits and you feel lightheaded.

Oh my god, I’m going to the company ball with Maurizio Gucci.

Four Weeks Later

The elevator dings and you step out into the now-vacant office. You see several people standing around a portable salon setup, and they all turn to look at you.

“Miss Y/N?”

One of them asks.

You nod.

“Si.” (Yes.)

They quickly sit you down in the chair and begin applying makeup and doing your hair.

-

You’re tearing up a little bit as you look at yourself in the mirror. Clad in a long, form-fitting gown and in full hair and makeup, you look and feel like a princess.

The stylist hands you a small accent clutch and almost immediately after, the elevator dings, and Mr. Gucci steps out, clad in a snappy black suit, not unlike what he wears at work everyday. 

That man is never not in a suit, you’ve learned.

His eyes go wide as you step down from the small platform. Your cheeks warm under his intense gaze.

The stylist looks nervous as his eyes roam your figure. 

She speaks up a moment later, voice meek.

“Il vestito e il trucco soddisfano i suoi standard, signore?” (Does the dress and makeup meet your standards, sir?)

He tears his eyes away from you, and nods at the stylist.

“Ha superato le mie aspettative.” (It’s exceeded my expectations.)

You’re blushing madly now, unable to meet his eyes as you feel him looking at you again.

Soon, the stylist packs up and leaves just you and Mr. Gucci alone. 

He clears his throat, breaking the silence.

“You look...beautiful, absolutely beautiful, tesoro.”

You bite your lip as you look up at him, absolutely starstruck by his handsomeness. He somehow manages to look better and more attractive every time you see him. 

“You’re too sweet, sir.”

He takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. 

“Please, I’m Maurizio tonight.”

You nod, trying his name on your tongue. 

“Maurizio.”

Mr. Gucci smiles as he releases your hand.  “We have a few minutes before the car gets here...would you like some water? Espresso?”

“I’m alright, but thank you.” You say. 

A few moments of sexually-charged silence lingers between you two.

“Thank you for agreeing to join me tonight.”

He says suddenly.

“I always enjoy our time together, Y/N.”

You smile.

“Me too.”

“Really? You do?”

Maurizio blushes slightly.

“It’s just...I’m an old man, you’re a young woman...”

You chuckle as you reach out to hold his hand.

“You’re not old, sir—Maurizio. And yes, really, I do enjoy our time together.”

“I’m glad.”

He says, eyes flicking down to your lips as he leans in a little bit.

Wait...what? Is he gonna… Fuck, oh god, this can’t happen...

Honk!

He flinches at the sound, standing up straight and clearing his throat.

“I guess the car is here.”

You chuckle nervously as he holds out his hand, and you take it, walking alongside him to the elevator. 

It’s a short drive to the hotel and when you two arrive, there are swarms of paparazzi, all crowding around the car when the driver pulls to the curb. 

Maurizio clearly sees your overwhelmed expression and tension, reaching over to squeeze your hand. 

“Don’t worry, tesoro. Just stay by my side and don’t answer any of their questions, yes?”

You nod and he gets out, walking around to open your door and help you out of the car. Immediately, when the press sees that you’re not his fiancée, the cameras flash even more rapidly and voices overlap one another. 

“Sei la nuova fidanzata di Maurizio?” (Are you Maurizio’s new girlfriend?)

“Maurizio, dov’e la tua fidanzata?” (Maurizio, where’s your fiancée?)

“Strumento a mano.” (Gold digger.)

“Puttana americana.” (American whore.)

They were all basically on top of you, asking so many questions and saying so many things about you, it was incredibly overwhelming.

Suddenly, Maurizio’s voice boomed through the crowd, and everyone fell silent.

“Lasciala in pace!” (Leave her alone!)

His arm wraps tighter around your waist, pressing you even further into his side as he walks you both into the building. The cameras and crowds were almost completely silent, still, and you were just trying to process it all as the two of you walked into the event, you still tucked into his side.

He stopped just inside the door and let you go, taking your hands instead, eyebrows furrowed with worry. 

“Are you okay, tesoro? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

You shake your head, still trembling a little bit. 

“N-No, I’m okay, just a little shaken up.”

“They’re vicious and relentless...mi dispiace. I should’ve warned you about them beforehand, but I’m relieved that you’re okay.” (I’m sorry)

“It’s okay, Maurizio, really.”

You smile sadly.

“Thank you for helping me.”

He wraps an arm around you again, gently squeezing your hip before rubbing it lightly. 

“Of course, anything for mi tesoro. I’m indebted to you for joining me tonight.”

You’re blushing, eyes darting away from his. 

“Oh no, that’s not necessary. It’s an honor to accompany you, and I’m sorry that my presence caused so much trouble for you, with the press.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

He smiles, eyes lingering on you for a moment before guiding you into the massive ballroom. 

You’re absolutely stunned by the beauty of it, the chandeliers glittering on the ceiling as they illuminate the entire room. 

Maurizio seems to notice your staring, and pauses as well, chuckling softly. 

“It’s very pretty, isn’t it?”

You turn to him and nod, smiling. 

“It’s beautiful.”

Once you get inside and take your seats, Maurizio is immediately flocked with people wanting to speak with him. Some of them give you a judgemental glance or gaze, and you just look away, taking another sip of your wine. 

This is gonna be a long night.

-

Naturally, Maurizio has been talking to people nonstop all night, which was expected of course, but for some reason, you’d sort of hoped he’d make some time for just the two of you. You genuinely enjoy his company, he’s actually really kind and funny when he’s not in ‘work mode’. 

Why would he do that for you? You’re just his replacement date, Y/N, nothing more.

So, you sit back in your chair and casually nibble at the new dinner course that was put on your plates a few minutes ago. 

A dance song begins to play and suddenly, Maurizio stands up and holds his hand out for you. 

“Would you like to dance, mi tesoro?”

“Absolutely.”

You blush, biting your lip as you stand up.

He places his hand on the small of your back as you two walk onto the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck while he places his hands on your waist, holding you close as the two of you begin gently swaying to the slow tune. 

“It’s nice to step away from the table for a bit.”

He says, chuckling. 

“I only see these people once a year, so they always want to talk the night away.”

You laugh. 

“I understand, and I’m happy that I could provide an excuse for you to get away, even if only for a few minutes.”

“You’re anything but an excuse, Y/N.”

Maurizio says, blushing a bit. 

“I’ve been wanting to make some time to spend with you, but I haven’t gotten the opportunity. I’m sorry for that, this must be tedious for you.”

You shake your head. 

“No, it’s alright, although I do respect your fiancée much more now that I understand what happens at events like this.”

You jest, and he laughs.

“But, in all seriousness, I’m fine. You shouldn’t feel any obligation to keep me entertained, I understand my role for tonight.”

His face sinks ever so slightly, but he still smiles nonetheless. 

“I did hope to spend some time with you, though. Like I said, I enjoy spending time with you.”

The song suddenly ends and a much more upbeat one takes its place. 

Maurizio’s face seems to light up, and he smiles widely. 

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

You’re suddenly lifted up and spun around. You laugh the entire time and he continues spinning you. 

The whole world seems to fade and suddenly, it’s just you two on the dancefloor. 

Your eyes are glued on one another as he sets you back down, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile so genuinely. You briefly wonder how many of these moments he gets to have with his job.

You’re still laughing as he takes your hand and tries to twirl you around. He’s laughing along with you as you start to twirl, but you forgot how long your dress is, and you start to fall backwards.

A strong arm reaches down and scoops you up before you can hit the floor, and suddenly, you’re centimeters away from his face, his breath tickling your skin. 

He’s still smiling as he slowly stands back up with you in his arms. 

“Be careful, tesoro. We’re not taking any trips to the emergency room tonight, okay?”

You smile, unable to bring yourself to take your eyes off of him as you’re placed back onto your feet, his arm still around you, holding you close. 

You allow yourself, for the first time since your internship began, to take in all of his features. You let your eyes drink in his beauty and it feels like time has stopped. He’s even more handsome up-close, his pale skin a stark contrast to his dark eyes and the freckles sprinkled across his features. 

Before you know it, he leans forward and rests his forehead on yours, his lips so close now.

“Voglio davvero baciarti, tesoro.” (I really want to kiss you right now, treasure.)

He whispers.

His voice is so deep, yet soft and full of yearning. It sends a chill down your spine.

“Non ti fermero, bello.” (I’m not going to stop you, handsome.)

“Bene.” (Good.)

He leans forward the rest of the way and your lips connect in a tender embrace. 

You close your eyes and let your hand reach up to cradle the side of his face. 

He soon pulls away, a face-splitting grin on his face. 

You’re wearing a similar expression.

“Mi chiedevo quando l’avresti finalmente fatto.” (I was wondering when you were finally going to do that.)

You giggle, nuzzling your nose against his slightly.

Maurizio laughs softly.

“Mi chiedevo quando avrei dovuto farlo anch’io.” (I was wondering when I was going to do it, as well.)

The moment is quickly ruined when you realize exactly where you are, and you’re afraid to know how many people saw that. You quickly stand up straight and so does he, both of you taking a small step away from each other as you straighten yourselves out. 

When you turn back towards the table, all of the people stare right at you, and you feel your face get hot. You look up at Maurizio when he comes up beside you.

“I think I’ll just catch a cab back to the house…”

You say, looking down.

He looks over at the table, seeing his work colleagues giving you judgemental glares. His finger gently lifts your chin until you’re looking up at him again.

“Let me take you back, tesoro. It’s the least I can do, and we can talk about...everything.”

You nod. 

“I’m really sorry about this…”

Maurizio shakes his head. 

“No, tesoro, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done that in such a public space.”

Your cheeks get warmer. 

“Are you saying that you still would’ve done it?”

His cheeks go pink as he looks away. 

“Yes, I still would’ve kissed you, Y/N.”

Is this real?

He clears his throat, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“Why don’t you go up to the front while I retrieve our stuff from the table? I’ll make sure that no one says anything or thinks poorly of you.”

“Thank you.”

You say, smiling. 

“I’ll get them to call us a cab.”

He’s at the table for about five minutes while you wait by the door, anxious for what’s to come. 

“Sorry, mi tesoro, they tried to tell me that I shouldn’t leave early. But, I insisted on seeing you safely back to your house.”

“If you need to stay…”

You begin, but are quickly stopped.

“No, I’m going with you.”

You’re so flattered that he would leave the biggest company party of the year just for you. You.

The cab arrives shortly after and you two walk out into the warm Italian night air, hopping into the car. His hand rests gently on your thigh as the car pulls away from the curb. 

He sighs.

“I’m sorry that I got you involved in this. My life is...complicated, especially as someone constantly under the public eye.”

You don’t even want to ask this next question, but you have to.

“Maurizio, are you still engaged?”

His head turns away to look out the window.

“I’m not sure.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean, you aren’t sure? It’s a yes or no question.”

“Patrizia left me last night and she hasn’t come back.”

He says, choking up a bit.

You gently put your hand over his and he looks over at you.

“I’m really sorry, that’s...terrible. Did she say why?”

“I told her that I was taking you tonight, and she got upset.”

He sighed. 

“She asked me if I had feelings for you, since I talk to her about you almost every day…”

“You talk about me?”

Maurizio smiles softly, nodding. “Of course I do. Ever since you’ve been here, the office has been...happier. I’ve been happier.”

You take a deep breath, trying not to freak out over what you’re hearing.

“S-So, when she asked you if you had feelings for me...what did you tell her?”

He turns fully to the side, bringing a hand up to cup your face.

“Le ho detto la verita, che mi sono sentito per te sin dal primo giorno in cui sei entrato in ufficio.” (I told her the truth, that I’ve felt for you since the first day you walked into the office.)

You can’t help but smile as your face warms again, eyes darting away from his as he continues.

“Sono un uomo migliore con te nella mia vita, tesoro.” (I’m a better man with you in my life, treasure.)

“Maurizio, I…”

You begin, trying to find the right words.

“Lo so che non dovrei, ma mi sento anche per te.” (I know I shouldn’t, but I feel for you, too.)

He smiles, leaning in closer.

“Qual e la ragione dell-amore senza rischi?” (What is the point of love without risk?)

This time, you close the gap between your lips. His other hand comes to hold your face as you kiss, so much passion and want in every movement of your lips together. 

You move closer, legs draping over his lap.

Just as you make a move to sit on his lap, the cab pulls up to your house, forcing you apart.

Both of you are panting softly, eyes staring deep into each other’s.

“Tesoro, ti prego, faccio l’amore stasera.” (Treasure, please, let me make love to you tonight.)

He leans in and crashes your lips together again, this kiss filled with urgency, with lust, with need.

You nod, biting your lip.

“Ti voglio. Ho bisogno di te, per favore.” (I want you. I need you, please.)

Maurizio smiles, paying the driver before quickly hopping out of the car, rushing around to let you out. As soon as you step out, you’re swept up off your feet and carried bridal-style to the front door. You unlock the door and he quickly closes it with his foot. 

You reach up and begin planting kisses on his neck, enjoying the way he sighs softly. 

“Which one is yours?”

He asks, breathily.

“Upstairs, the loft.”

He makes his way up the small flight of stairs. 

“Is anyone else here?”

You nod. “They’re all on the first floor.”

Maurizio hums, gently placing you down on the bed before shedding his suit coat, hanging it on your desk chair, followed by his tie. He takes off his loafers and socks, placing them beneath his other clothes.

You’d barely gotten your heels off at the point. He laughs when he turns around and sees you struggling to get the shoes off. He quickly pulls it off and tosses it on the floor, holding your foot while he kisses your ankle and calf. 

He takes a moment to look at you laid back on the bed, once neatly done hair loosened, makeup a bit smudged. His lips pulled up into a smile, teeth playfully scraping at your ankle bone. 

“You have too much on, mi tesoro.”

You smile, standing up and turning away from him, silently asking him to unbutton and unzip your dress. He steps up behind you, breaths hot on your neck as his fingers work the buttons. 

His lips begin planting kisses on your shoulders, soon undoing the zipper, freeing you from the dress. You step out and stand before him in just your underwear, looking away as his eyes rake over your figure. 

Your cheeks grow hotter when you look down to see the tent growing in his dress pants.

“Etereale.” (Ethereal.)

He mutters, fingers working the buttons of his shirt, gently tossing it with his other clothes before working at the buckle on his belt. 

“Formidabile.” (Gorgeous.)

The leather belt was soon tossed onto the growing pile of clothing. He unbuttons his pants before stepping forward again, now almost right up against you. 

His hand wraps around your wrist and brings your palm to the tent in his pants, growling softly when it touches. He leaned forward, lips at your ear.

“For you, tesoro. All for you.”

You shudder as his lips plant kisses all over your neck while his hands roam your bare body, fingers teasing your breasts.

“You’re so sensitive.”

He breathes, hands squeezing your breasts gently. 

“When was the last time someone touched you like this, hm?”

“It’s been a w-while.”

You say, gasping when his thumb rolls over your pebbled nipple. 

“O-Oh…”

Maurizio grins, placing one more kiss on your neck before standing up straight, tugging his pants and boxers down. You watch in amazement when his length bobs as it’s exposed, mouth watering at the sight.

He smirks. “Do you see something you like?”

“Absolutely.”

You reply, biting your lip. 

He laughs softly. 

“Well...would you like to touch it?”

His cheeks flush pink. 

You nod, reaching to wrap your hand around the base. His eyes flutter shut at your touch, and he sucks in a breath when you begin stroking.

“Mmmmm, davvero buono.” (so good.)

His head falls back when you increase your pace, hips gently rutting forward. His eyebrows knit in the center of his forehead, small moans escaping his lips.

Suddenly, he pulls away, letting out a shaky breath as his length stirs at the loss of contact.

“You are too good at that, mi tesoro.”

He bites his lip, fingertips teasing the lace waistband of your panties.

“May I touch you now?”

You nod, jumping softly when he all but tears the material down your legs, exposing your folds. He reaches down and cups your center, eyes widening when he feels how wet you are.

“Oh,”

He whispers, fingers tracing up to rub your clit.

“Tesoro...you’re so excited already, and I haven’t even touched you.”

Your hips suddenly buck forward out of instinct, and Maurizio chuckles breathily, rubbing a bit faster. You gasp, breath catching in your throat. 

“S-Shit.”

You allow yourself to get lost in the pleasure, head falling forward onto his chest. The small noises falling from your lips get increasingly louder as you draw closer and closer to release. 

His fingers suddenly push up into you, and you almost cum right on the spot. His digits feel so much better than yours as they begin plunging in and out, scissoring occasionally. 

“Lasciatemi prendere, tesoro, e ti acchiappero.” (Let go for me, treasure, and I will catch you.)

He whispers breathily, stroking faster. 

“Andiamo.” (Let go.)

His fingers curl up inside of you, and after a few rubs on your g-spot, you’re coming with a soft cry. 

“Maurizio...oh mio dio…” (Maurizio...oh my god…)

Your knees buckle and you begin to fall, but he catches you immediately, smiling down at you as his fingers continue to work you through your climax. He leans over to kiss you again, slowly and gently pulling his fingers out. 

“Lay back, mi tesoro, and open your legs.”

He whispers against your lips, standing back up straight as you sit down on the edge of the bed before laying back. 

You spread my legs, ready to receive him, and he smiles as he climbs on top of you. He’s still wearing his glasses, and while you find that humorous and quite frankly cute, it’s also incredibly arousing for some reason. You don’t dwell on it, wanting to focus on the moment unfolding before your eyes. 

Maurizio strokes his hardened length a few times, grunting softly, before rubbing himself across your folds. His eyes shut and he takes a shaky breath as your slick spreads across his cock. He starts pressing and rubbing the tip against your clit for a bit, smirking when your hips buck up against him.

He looks down at you, lining himself up with your entrance. 

“Are you ready? I’ll go slow for you, tesoro.”

You nod and he pushes in slowly, growling softly. He shivers, stopping when he’s about halfway in.

“Is it still okay?”

Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing his hips forward while you scoot closer, pushing him in the rest of the way.

“D-Does that answer your question?”

You chuckle.

He laughs breathily, nodding. 

“Indeed, it does.”

You take deep breaths while you adjust to his size, soon nodding, letting him know that it’s okay for him to move. He pulls about halfway out before pushing back in again, exhaling loudly as he establishes a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts. 

“O-Oh, cazzo, sei fantastico.” (Oh, fuck, you feel amazing.)

Your jaw hangs open, body bouncing with each of his inward thrusts. You hold onto his biceps for dear life as his pace increases ever so slightly. 

“Maurizio,”

You breathe, looking up into his eyes. 

“Keep going, please.”

The bed squeaks as his hips’ movements grow more desperate. 

“Tesoro, I--cazzo--I’m not going to last.” (fuck)

He says, eyebrows knitted on his forehead.

“I h-haven’t done this--merda--in a w-while.” (shit)

You nod in understanding, moving your hands up to cup the sides of his face.

“It’s okay, M-Maurizio, it’s alright.”

His eyes meet yours as he growls softly, shaking his head. 

“No, it’s n-not. You deserve better, t-the best, Y/N.”

Your thumb swipes on his cheekbone as his eyes tear up with a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

“Y-You already are the best, bello, and I w-want you to cum, no m-matter if I have o-or not. I want you to p-pleasure yourself, okay? Don’t worry about m-me.” (handsome)

He smiles softly, falling onto his elbows, lips connecting with yours as he thrusts get harder. He grunts deeply with each thrust, breath hot and heavy on the side of your neck.

“Oh tesoro, I’m...close. Where…”

He searches for the right words, mind clouded with lust. He groans in frustration.

“Dove vuoi che sborra?” (Where do you want me to cum?)

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently. 

“Sono sulla pillola. Puoi sborra dentro, se vuoi, bello.” (I’m on the pill. You can cum inside, if you want, handsome.)

These words seem to awaken something in him, his eyes going black, hips suddenly rutting quickly and desperately into you. 

“Cazzo, sei incredibile, sei perfetto, tesoro.” (Fuck, you’re amazing, you’re perfect, treasure.)

Maurizio buries his face into the crook of your neck as he reaches climax, moans and gasps muffled by your skin. He buries his cock deep inside of you, painting your walls with his release, rutting them desperately as he fills you up.

“Y/N, oh dio, prendi tutto per me. Bene, sei bravissima, mi tesoro.” (Y/N, oh god, take it all for me. Good, you’re so good, my treasure).

As soon as he finishes, his hand reaches down to rub your clit in circles, eyes meeting yours.

“C’mon, let me pleasure you now. Let go, tesoro, give yourself to me.”

Your back arches and your hips grind against his fingers, mouth full of whimpers, whines, and gasps as his fingers rub you. You grab onto his bicep when you cum, looking up into his eyes. 

“Yes, oh Maurizio, yes!”

You gasp, moaning softly as your release spreads throughout your body.

He continues to rub you through it, cock twitching slightly where it still sits inside of you, causing him to growl softly. 

After both of you take a moment to catch your breaths, he slowly pulls out, and you can see that he’s already hard again. He blushes, looking away for a moment.

“I...I’m sorry, that’s never happened before…”

You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Maurizio, you don’t need to apologize. It’s actually sort of flattering, that I can do that to you.”

He smiles softly, laying down next to you, pulling you back against him. You didn’t realize exactly how hard he actually was until you felt him pressed against your back, and you felt bad.

“Do you…I mean, I can...”

You trail off, a bit embarrassed, hoping he got the point.

Maurizio immediately shakes his head. 

“No, tesoro, don’t worry. I will be okay.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip before you speak.

“If you wanted to, you could...rub it against me.”

You feel his member twitch at your proposition, and you turn around in his arms, looking up at him. His cheeks are bright red.

“Will you show me?”

He asks quietly.

You smile, nodding. 

“All you have to do is start moving your hips against me, using my skin to rub on.”

He experimentally rolls his hips, jaw clenched as he tries to contain himself. 

“O-Oh.”

He tried it again, growling as his cock dragged along your stomach.

“Tesoro, it’s…”

You can’t pretend that this isn’t incredibly arousing for you to watch and feel. His tip was already red and leaking, so you knew he wasn’t going to last very long.

“Does it feel good, Maurizio?”

You feel him nod, hips moving faster now as he looks down at you. 

“Yes, cristo, it’s s-so good.” (christ)

His lips crash onto yours and he loops an arm behind you, holding you still as he begins rutting against you, growling into your mouth. He moves his head down to kiss and nip at your neck.

“Your s-skin is so soft, mi tesoro.”

He whispers, grunting with each forward motion now. 

His leg lifts up and lays over your hip, allowing him to thrust harder, hand still on your lower back. He’s close, you can tell, and you attentively watch the way his face contorts as he reaches orgasm. 

He suddenly hugs you tight, a choked sob against your neck as his seed spills all over your stomach and his.

“Ah! Ah--oh--cristo!” (christ)

You run your hands through his hair soothingly as he comes down, trembling slightly. He slides down your body a bit, resting his head between your breasts, kissing them gently. 

After a short while, he looks up at you. 

“Grazie, Y/N, grazie mille.” (Thank you, Y/N, thank you so much.)

You smile. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Maurizio, it was my pleasure.”

He reaches up and connects your lips in a tender yet passionate kiss before he pulls away, cringing when he feels the stickiness between you. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’ve never...that’s never…”

You kiss him again, cutting him off.

“No worries, we can just clean it off. I’ll get a wet washcloth.”

You stand and come back a moment later with a wet washcloth, reaching down to wipe yourself off before Maurizio’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you. 

“Let me.”

He smiles, taking the cloth from your hand, cleaning up the sticky substance before doing the same to himself. 

Your cheeks are warm as you look up at him.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, mi tesoro.”

He suddenly looks away, frowning softly. 

“I-I can’t stay tonight, Y/N, I’m sorry. If someone catches us…”

You shake your head, holding the side of his face.

“No, no need to explain. I understand.”

Maurizio nods silently, sighing as he begins to redress. You slip your panties back on, along with an oversized t-shirt and you pull your hair up into a ponytail. 

When he’s ready, you offer to go first, in case anyone’s still awake. He agrees, and you make your way down the stairs, looking around, not seeing anyone. You look up the stairs and nod, indicating that it’s okay. He makes his way down and you walk with him to the door. 

“Do you have a car coming?”

He nods. “My driver is already outside.”

There’s a moment of silence before Maurizio suddenly grabs your hips, pulling you against him as his lips crash down onto yours, the kiss desperate and full of longing. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down closer. 

He pulls away slowly, eyes fluttering open. 

“Alla prossima, tesoro.” (Until next time, my treasure.)

You smile, biting your lip as he sneaks out the door, rushing down and hopping into the car waiting for him. 

As you watch his car pull away from the curb, only one thought occupies your mind:

Holy shit, I just slept with Maurizio Gucci.