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tddyhyck · 3 months ago

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sudden urges [ l.dh ]

pt 1 (can be read as a stand alone)

pairing ⇢ enemies with benefits!haechan x afab!reader

warnings ⇢ 18+, car sex, squirting, wet & messy, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral (m receiving), light nipple play (kinda), food play (ig), unprotected sex, oppa kink, crying, mean names and pet names, pussy slapping, hair pulling, cheating/affairs mentioned, creepy old man mentioned

word count ⇢ 6.9k

playlist ⇢ red line_5sos / turn your phone off_pinkpantheress & destroy lonely / sweet as sin_ten / bite_troye sivan

a/n ⇢ how do we feel about 1 more regular part and then maybe a part from hyuck’s pov?? also, in my world hyuck is the readers oppa so it’s not really a kink all the time

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you didn’t want to call him but you didn’t really have anyone else who you could call. well you did but he was the first person you felt like talking to. which wasn’t how it was supposed to work. shivering on the curb while your finger hovered over his name on the screen. sighing you tapped it crossing your fingers and toes that he picked up.

“hey,” he whispered lazily as if he didn’t pick up halfway through the first ring.

“uh hey,” you poked at a hole in your tights.

“miss me?”

“can you come get me?” you blurted before he could even finish. the line was silent for a moment then you heard rustling.

“send me your location.” you breathed a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing as you pulled the phone away to send a quick message. the line was still silent while you waited for it to say read.

“what are you doing over there?” you could practically see his face, eyebrow quirked up and jaw tense big brown eyes staring through you.

“just had to drop some papers off.” it was half true. you did ride the bus over and drop off a stack of papers to your professor.

“that’s all?”

“stop interrogating me, goddd,” you groaned, tugging the hole on your tights, ripping it more. “i’ll tell you when i see you.”

“i’ll be there in 5 i guess.” you heard keys jingle.

“i’m on the sidewalk near building F,” you offered.

“he just made you wait outside? what an ass can’t even drive you home and leaves you to sit outside in the snow?” haechan grumbled into the phone.

“he uh,” you pause realizing how bad it was about to sound.

“wife?” he simply asked. you’d only talked to haechan before about it mainly because he always pried and because you didn’t want lectures from everyone else. there wasn’t a desire to make him like you so you didn’t hide the bad things from him.

the professor was married and you knew that from the beginning, but he had swore they were separated. you believed him until his wife invited half the department to a dinner party where she flashed heart eyes and he doted on her. it made you sick, she was maybe a few years older than you while he pushed retirement.

it wasn’t that you felt obligated to agree when he asked but he was the one giving you credit hours and promising to write recommendations. when he first approached you it made you feel special and admired like you were a four leaf clover picked in a field. now it didn’t feel so special when you realized he did this all the time.

“unhuh,” you murmured. the line stayed silent and you could hear him turning on a blinker “thanks for coming. i didn’t want to bother anyone, they're all so stressed and losing their minds over that exam.” it wasn’t a lie they were prepping for an exam, but for some reason you wanted him to distract you with banter.

“i took the bus though you know, and brought like the biggest stack of papers i finally finished grading. but it stopped running- the bus, guess it was the weather.” you tried to fill the silence rambling on about nothing.

“didn’t think i would take so long, but i had to bring them by i dunno why he makes me. it’s so much easier to just file them away in the office but he always has me come by so he can check them. like i’m incompetent. i wrote the key so i would know.”

“because he wants to fuck you.” haechan mumbles.

“huh?” you ask.

“i’m here.” he pulls into the parking lot and hangs up. you shiver when you stand up before he pulls up in front of you. opening the door you slide in savoring the warmth.

“what did you say?” you question before putting your bag down.

“i said he wants to fuck you. that’s why he makes you bring some bullshit papers.” he rests his elbow on the window leaning his head on his hand looking at you lazily. he turns the heat up while you buckle your seatbelt.

“i know that but he won’t give me the credit unless i bring them by,” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

“that’s so fucked up. you should report him.” he eases off the brake pulling away from the sidewalk.

“it’s not a big deal.” you sigh still picking at the hole on your leg. “it’s just sex.”

“is he better than me? actually if he is don’t tell me,” you roll your eyes hitting his chest.

“shut up,” you shift in your seat.

“well is he?” he smirks, coming to a stop, looking over at you, hands low on the steering wheel. you shrug but he can read the answer on your face. he reaches over, snapping his fingers in your face and pointing to his own.

“i asked you if he fucks you better than me,” he emphasizes.

“no,” you mumble, looking away again. you know he’s smiling to himself gloating.

“where do you wanna go? are you hungry?” you shrug in response, cheeks pink from your admission. “ice cream?”

“can we eat it at the park?” you ask perking up at the thought of a cool and creamy sweet treat.

“of course.” he turns the wheel heading to your favorite ice cream spot. “can’t believe you want that when it’s like, negative degrees.”

“my love for ice cream is greater than my desire to be warm. plus we’re in a car you have heat we’re fine.”

“can’t believe he made you sit out in this,” he motions with a hand to the sky. grey and dreary, clouds full of snow and sleet that had been spilling periodically throughout the day.

“she would have seen me.”

“well he should have thought of that before asking you to come over. what if you get sick or hurt or someone snatchesd you. then who will grade his papers?” you roll your eyes at his dramatics. he pulls into the familiar parking lot, the neon sign bright but missing the i-c-e so it just says “homemade cream.” he pulls in behind a car already waiting at the window.

“probably some other pretty but stupid girl. it doesn’t matter i’m fine and you picked me up.” you grin nudging his shoulder. “did i wake you up?”

“well not exactly i was going to nap but then my phone rang and this hot girl was on the line all like ‘oppaaaaa please can you come get me from this evil villains house and take me for ice cream and can you pay for it pleaseee ooooppa.’” you gawk at him mimicking your voice quite well for what it’s worth.

“i do not sound like that,” you groan, hitting him again.

“you kinda do though,” he grins, releasing your wrist.

“so you think i’m hot?” you smirk teasingly lean close to him.

“no i just hang out with you because of your personality,” you hit him again, but he grabs your hand when it meets his chest. you rip away before he can interlace your fingers.

“if you keep hitting me i’m gonna hit you back and that would look bad to future employers.” he turns away as you smile, listening to him give the order. strawberry on a cone for you as always and a hot coffee for him. when the worker leaves you lean forward chin on his shoulder.

“i like it when you hit me sometimes,” you whisper. you swear you can feel the hair on his neck stand up. “you know down there.”

“shut up,” he nudges you away before the worker brings his card and receipt then leaves again to make the order.

“just being honest, oppa,” popping the p sound before running fingers over his knee. he jerks, bouncing the leg and brushing your hand away. you huff, air blowing on his ear making him shiver. the window opens and he grabs your ice cream, passing it to you before he grabs his drink with a thank you.

“mmmm,” you moan when you taste the ice cream. sweet and creamy and perfect.

“look at the sign,” pointing to the burnt neon with a grin.

“you know a thing or two about homemade cream,” grinning he taps your leg.

“and you know a thing or two about begging for it.” you smile to yourself, leaning back in the seat crossing your legs.

“begging seems dramatic doesn’t it?” he questions. you grab your phone ready to find the familiar voice memo he had sent you. you up your volume fully before pressing play.

‘heyyyyy, i’m like so fucked up right now,’ he tries to grab your phone as his voice plays from it. ‘i’m walking to your place at least i think i am. fuckk- are you even awake. i’ll sit outside, i don't care.’

“turn it off, oh my god,” he groans, one hand clenching on the wheel while the other presses against his ear..

“nuhuh.”

‘i had a dream about you. i think it was a dream i don’t know. um, wait but there was you, you were there and you finally rode my tongue. i want you to so bad. you’re too freaky to not ride my face at least once. do i need to beg on my knees for it?’

“you’re evil,” wincing as he hears his slurred voice playing back.

‘if i do will you? please. you taste so good and fuck - like so good. now i’m thinking about it. getting hard like a loser over thinking about pussy.’

“i sound so pathetic.”

“yeah you do. it’s hot.” grinning before taking another swipe at your ice cream.

‘shit - anyways uh i’m coming over i know you’re alone. at least i think you are… what if you have a guy in your bed. i’ll jump out of your window then when you look at him you’ll get sad. that’s fucked up but i want you alllll to myself sometimes.’

you turn the audio off before he starts professing his feelings. you’d never talked about the last few minutes of the voicemail. a quiet acknowledgment of the open secret between you both. you weren’t actually sure if he remembered all that he said.

that night you’d opened the door to him on his knees begging for you, but he fell asleep on your couch 10 minutes later with a silly look on his face.

“i still want you to ride my face,” he admits.

“you’re obsessed with eating pussy.” you laugh into your ice cream.

“is it such a crime to love your pussy?” raising his hands after parking in your usual spot turning the car off.

“we’d all be arrested if it was.”

“we can share handcuffs.” he offered a wrist to you and you held yours next to his.

“not the first time,” you tease as you pull away. you tug the lever beside you leaning your seat all the way back and kick your feet up on the dash.

“hey hey no shoes on my baby i just got her detailed,” he scolds grabbing your ankles and lugging you off. groaning, you lift your feet and rest them over his lap.

“yeah i didn’t care about these sweats anyways,” he deadpans looking at your shoes.

“they’re not muddy,” you say, pulling your legs away before reaching down to pull the shoes off. you put your now shoeless feet on his lap again and he doesn’t complain. silence settles for a moment aside for him sipping his coffee and you licking your ice cream contentedly.

“how long are you stuck grading his papers?”

“eh maybe two months. i hope he gets sick of me before then.”

“unlikely.” he mutters to himself, reaching up he fiddles with the sunroof, opening the shutter letting in the orange glow of the street light.

“do you think his wife knows?” he turns his head at your question. “she’s got to right? he probably did the same thing to her too.”

“do you want her to know?” the ice cream is melting too quickly.

“maybe. i don’t know. what’s better? it would be best if they were in an open relationship and she knew but was okay with it.”

“well that’s best case,” he leans his own seat back looking over at you at eye level.

“worst case?”

“she knows and hates you?” he suggests, making you groan.

“she’s so sweet too. fuck, i’m so terrible.” you close your eyes not wanting to look at his.

“he’s a manipulative geriatric asshole and you were vulnerable and naive. he’s terrible for taking advantage of all these girls.” he reassures, patting your arm softly. a weird moment of humanity between both of you.

“i’m not going over again.” you announce.

“good girl,” he pats your head now.

“don’t do that.”

“what?”

“be nice.” he laughs a real full belly laugh and it makes your stomach twinge weirdly.

“i’m soooo nice.” he looks up out of the car sunroof.

“yeah and i'm a worm,” you roll your eyes and his hand slides over your leg he laughs again

“you think i'm mean,” he pouts, poking your leg.

“name one time you were nice to me?”

“hmm,” he pauses a finger tapping his chin before he leans over cupping your ear to whisper. “what about the time i made you cu-“

“lalalala i can’t hear you,” you cut him off, pushing his face away.

“you need new tights,” still smiling as he prods at one of the holes in the sheer material covering your skin.

“you don’t think it gives me an edge?” lifting your leg slightly showing off the ripped black fabric.

“you don’t need an edge, you're mean enough.” you fein surprise trying to kick him but he grabs your leg before you can. squeezing your thigh when he pulls it against his warm body.

“you think i’m mean?” you copy him.

“i can name at least 100 instances.” you roll your eyes. “ok, just one?” he grins over at you before saying.”probably when we met and you called me the hunchback of notre dame.”

“but it made you work on your posture.” you point out. he nods in response. “you were just as mean, i only said that after you said i looked like helga from hey arnold.”

“you were wearing that same pink outfit,” he defends.

“i was a powerpuff girl,” you grumble.

“how’s the ice cream?”

“devine.” he’s looking over at you with big stupid brown eyes. staring back at him you lick over the remaining creamy treat. swirling over the cone collecting the pink cream on your tongue. you’re being overly provocative letting some of the ice cream slide out of your mouth and onto your lips.

“if it’s so good don’t let it go to waste.” thumb brushes over the drip, swiping it into your mouth. you don’t hesitate to suck the melted strawberry off of his finger moaning at the taste. he pulls away spit sticking to his thumb before he licks it. he’s so disgustingly gross and sexy it’s annoying. what light that shines from the sunroof makes him look too golden, too delicious, too warm.

“so sweet,” he sighs. big brown eyes still watching you when you wrap your lips around what’s now a sad hill instead of a full scoop.

“can i have some?” before you can answer he leans in grabbing your face pulling you to meet him. his tongue laps into your mouth collecting the cool sweet liquid. it makes you burn, hot cheek in his hand as he leads you. turning your head to deepen the kiss. the melting treat drips over your fingers as his lips melt into yours.

using the hand that is still on your leg, now gripping the flesh, he pulls you over. settling you on top of him, mouths still open exchanging hot breaths and spit. pulling away you sit back feeling the bulge pressed against you. catching your breath as you look down at him, lips red and puffy, eyes dazed. you press a finger to them to see how soft they are and he licks your digit.

“do you want some more?” moving to switch your hands. bringing the pink sticky fingers to his lips. he sucks them greedily, tongue splitting your fingers licking between them lewdly. watching as you grind against him, knees pressed tightly on his sides while he holds your hips. trailing your fingers from his mouth you slide them over his lips and down his chin. slippery still from his spit you move them finger painting his neck.

“did you fuck him?” it catches you off guard but you keep your fingers on his neck feeling his pulse under them. “like today did you?”

“no. he-“ you pause, deciding if you should share. “he came in his pants and then his wife called.” haechan laughs hard, making you shake on him.

“what a fucking loser.”

“why do you ask?” you bring the messy cone to your mouth again tasting what’s left.

“i don’t want to sound weird.”

“tell me,” you pout bouncing on him. he groans, squeezing your hips to stop you. you can feel his growing hardness against your inner thigh and it makes you clench.

“is it jealous if i say i don’t want to fuck you if he just did. i don’t want my dick near his.” he offers.

“who said we were going to fuck?” raising an eyebrow at him.

“please, mommy,” he whimpers, sitting up face in yours, clasping his hands making puppy dog eyes.

“stupid,” you mumble, pushing his face away, head hitting the seat with a thud.

“can i be honest?” he nods eagerly, hair bouncing against the headrest.

“i don’t even know the last time we did. he keeps nutting before i even get his pants off. plus it’s kinda small, no hate to the micros but like,” you pause using your finger to measure around 4 inches.

“it’s not doing anything.” he’s giggling under you again, this time his cock pressing against you with each shake of his body. you can feel the wetness slipping from you pooling in your tights.

“god, how can a guy like him be married and seduce beautiful young women while having a fast finishing micro. double homicide but he gets rewards.” he shakes his head.

“money,” you rub your fingers together.

“so i’m bigger?”

“obviously.” you roll your eyes finishing the last of your ice cream at least what hasn’t turned to soup.

“so let’s see.” you lean back putting the cone in the spare cup holder. he peaks under your skirt noticing your lack of panties.

“see what?” you watch him stare between your legs so you flip the skirt up for him. “this?”

“don’t distract me.” he closes his eyes, pressing his head back. “i can fuck you better, have a way bigger dick, and buy you ice cream.” he counts each “pro” on his fingers.

“what’s your point?” reaching for his lifted fingers you pull them to your core rubbing them over your tights.

“just that.” he pauses moving his fingers against you letting the seam of your tights brush against you cunt. “i’m a much better option.”

“like to date?” you laugh loudly but continue grinding down seeking more of his touch. you don’t catch the way his eyes dull at your reaction. the idea of him being more than whatever he was to you a joke. he could still dream and dwell on you for hours and days and weeks.

“ew no, just to do these activities,” he replies his other hand slithering over your ass.

“yeah we hate each other, remember?” you smirk down at him as he grabs your ass kneading the flesh.

“oh yeah sorry. don’t let me forget how much i despise you.” he groans pressing the tips of his digits against the tights. moaning when the seam catches against your clit again, you grind down.

“wouldn’t be so fun if we liked each other, or something.” breath catching in your throat as he swirls around your clit. you don’t see the way he looks up at you when you say that. he wonders if you can tell. it makes him mad the way your so oblivious to his affection for you.

“yeah people who like each other don’t do this.” he moves his other hand to your center, gripping the tights and yanking. the middle seam tears easily exposing your cunt to the cool air of the car.

“haechan,” you squeal. “i liked these.” you pout slapping his arm. he keeps going sliding his fingers between your lower lips, collecting slick.

“i told you.” he pauses a finger teasing over your entrance, tapping your waiting hole. “you need new ones.” he fucks a digit into you hard. you whine as he begins to flick his wrist curling the pad of his middle finger into you.

“but i liked these,” whining and digging your nails into his shoulders.

“you can keep them.” his fingers are fast moving to curl against your sweet spot. “wear them for me.”

“i hate you,” voice shaky as you grind down, his palm pressing against your clit.

“i know,” he leans up, lips ghosting over your neck. using his other hand he unzips your oversized hoodie making you shiver.

“i do. fucking hate you,” you moan when he bites your now exposed skin. you grab his hair in response, tugging him away.

“tell me all about it baby, let it out,” he looks up at you. finger working faster in you.

“hate when you look at me like that,” you whimper, closing your eyes, savoring the ghost of his thumb over your clit.

“what about this?” thumb rubbing circles around you swollen bud while his finger continues curling inside of you. grip tightening on his shoulder and in his hair with a gasp.

“hate it,” peeking down watching his wrist flicking fast and hard. your tummy tightens hearing the squelch of your cunt filling the car.

“and this?” he has that grin on his face watching you melt in his hands like your ice cream when he adds a second finger.

“so much,” you whimper. “hate it so much.”

“poor baby. let it out,” he licks over your neck nibbling lightly at the bare skin. the heat spreading over your tummy feeling the knot tightening. so close and you want it.

“hate me so much you’re gonna cum?” he tuts. you hate him you really do. his hand slithers pulling the top of your camisole down letting your breast spill out. squeezing the flesh before pinching your nipple. clenching around his fingers at the tug of his pointer and thumb on the hard nub.

“you think about me when you’re alone, don't you?” he questions, thumbing your nipple and clit at the same time, sending shockwaves through you. “gushing in your panties when you think about how much you hate your oppa?”

“fingering your cunt wishing it was me?” his words make your toes curl more than his fingers. you’d never admit it to him, your mind trailing to him when you can’t sleep. opening yourself up imagining he was there telling you dirty things. your vibrator is fine but he’s so much better.

“or do you hump your pillow thinking about me? it’s not as good is it?” you shake your head mouth opened gasping.

“leaves you wanting more? wanting your oppa’s cock to help you.” his words pull you closer. you bounce on his hand chasing the release.

“moaning for your oppa all alone.” leaving open mouth kisses along your neck when he whispers, “gonna let it out for your oppa?”

“hate you,” releasing onto his fingers with a whine cunt tightening around them. your fingers tug at his hair and he moans into your neck slowing his hand but still slowly pumping into you. thumb still swirling around your nipple when you look down watching the slow flick of his wrist and see the wet spot on his sweats.

“don’t tell me you came in your pants too?” you tease, breathily.

“all you, sweet cheeks,” pulling his fingers out sticky string connecting to your pussy as more slick dribbles out onto the grey material. he brings them to his lips savoring your taste on his tongue. his other hand falls from your chest settling on your tummy rubbing circles with his thumb. your tit still hanging out as you release the grip you had on him your fingers quickly find his waistband. pulling down the fabric you release his cock.

“no panties?” looking up at him grinning as he leans back head resting on his arms.

“i was trying to be fast.” you take his cock in your hands pumping the length. pushing your ass back to bend down and take him in your mouth. he hisses between his teeth when you wrap your lips around his tip. bobbing your head he reaches down to brush your hair out of your face. you pull back releasing him before spitting messily onto his cock.

“fuck,” he groans as your hand speeds up using your spit and his precum to glide over his length. you look up at him through your lashes watching him bite his lip. he stares back at you, before taking him back in your mouth, sucking him slowly.

“you’re so fucking hot,” gripping your hair with his voice raspy. “i hate you too,” his hips buck when you laugh, mouth vibrating around him. continuing you bob your head letting his cock bump the back of your throat when your nose touches his pelvis. you linger swallowing around him.

“fuck fuck fuck,” he groans, using your hair to pull you away. releasing his cock with spit dripping out of your mouth onto his pants. his chest heaves your hand lazily pumping his length. you wipe your mouth before sitting back up. you wiggle forward on him sitting so your cunt presses against his member.

“do you have condoms,” you turn rummaging in the glove box.

“maybe,” he mumbles, watching the way the head of his cock disappears between your folds.

“bro,” you lift a pair of your panties from the box.

“oh yeah you left those,” he says nonchalantly, holding your hips dragging you over his cock. rolling your eyes, continuing to look, attempting to ignore the hardness bumping your sensitive clit, searching for a foil packet but only finding ketchup.

“can we just do it raw?” you side eye him contemplating. “i’ll pull out.”

“it’s gonna be messy.” you sigh, shutting the compartment.

“you like it that way,” his eyes are staring between you. you're grinding on him without his help so he moves his hand to spread your pussy watching the slick coat his member. a mischievous look on his face when he tugs at the ripped tights opening them more.

“hey,” you shriek, slapping his hand. he doesn’t flinch, hands laying across your thighs as he moves his thumb to lift the head of his cock against your clit, groaning at the pressure. you keep your pace hips rocking back and forth. you grip the hem of his shirt pushing it up on his chest.

“shit,” he whimpers, precum pumping from the slit as he grabs your hips to stop you.

“up,” you lift yourself shimmying forward. he holds himself guiding to your entrance and lifting his own hips while you slide down. you groan in unison when you sit fully. you don’t move for a second savoring the fill of his cock. but his impatient hips jump, jostling you over him, making you double over.

“fuck,” you whimper leaning over him hands under his shirt, your hair falling in his face. you push against him, nails digging into his skin and start riding him. ass slapping against his grey sweatpants any sound muted by the fabric. the head of his cock bumping your sweet spot with every bounce.

he reaches around gripping your ass using what’s left of your tights to move you up and down faster, deeper. moans fill the car along with ripping fabric beside the building steam.

“so deep,” you whine. he leans up, hips meeting yours, face now only centimeters away. you shriek when his hand slaps against your ass.

“like it when i hit you down there,” he repeats your stupid comment from earlier has him hitting your skin again. he grips your tights pulling you up and down on him.

“i meant,” you lean away pushing on his chest for leverage with one hand the other going to your clit. “here.” you wince slapping softly over your sensitive bud.

“let me try again,” his hair falls in his face and he leans into you. his mouth latching onto your nipple and slapping your clit harshly. you shake overwhelmed by the suction on your chest, repeated hits to your g-spot, and slick fingers thrumming your clit.

“there?” he asks, releasing your nipple while still tonguing the bud. you nod furiously, tears building in your eyes overwhelmed.

“aww don’t cry little doll,” he teases using his teeth to pull the other side of your top down before sucking the nipple into his mouth.

“so much,” you whimper, hands threading in his hair roughly.

“thought that was how you hated me?” his breath is so hot like the tears you feel on your cheeks. he continues pounding into you, hips driving deeper with each thrust.

“yeah,” you can’t form a thought just his hands, and his tongue, and his fingers, and his cock, his dick, him, him, him.

“cat got your tongue,” tugging your bottom lip. you mumble nothing but everything at the same time feeling yourself come undone slowly but all at once. whining again when his tongue laps at your nipple. his fingers swirl quickly on your clit.

“s’ full,” you moan. he slaps your clit again making you shake clenching tightly around him.

“oppa’s cock to much for you?” you shake you head, core tightening as your release approaches faster and faster.

“want it,” you whine, nodding mouth opened spit dribbling down your chin, cock drunk.

“gonna cum because you hate me again?” he grins up at you. you squeeze around him in response, hearing him hiss. speeding up his finger on your clit sending you over the edge.

“oppa,” you whimper, arching into his hold as you cum. hot pleasure fills your body as your hips jerk. pussy pulsing around him but he doesn’t slow down continuously bumping your sweet spot over and over.

“let it out for your oppa,” cooing, he feels the puddle growing on his pants. the pads of his fingers don’t stop causing your release to spray over his lower half.

“oh my god,” you whimper leaning into his shoulder. hips shuddering as he still moves in you.

“you’re so tight,” your cunt still squeezing around him as he slows. heavy breathing into his neck while you come down he slowly ruts into you. finally pulling back looking at the mess you made on him.

“sorry,” you whimper, overstimulated from the fullness.

“it’s fucking hot,” he replies as you push him back to the seat. he looks pretty brown eyes blown wide and staring up at you, his hair sticking to his forehead. you’re determined to have him fill you up. suddenly needy for his hot cum in you. your fingers move the hem of his shirt farther up, pads brushing his nipples making him shiver.

“what are you doing?” you start moving your hips again, swiveling them.

“what does it look like?” you deadpan fingers pinching his nubs. he whines head tipping back with closed eyes.

“cum in me.” you whisper against his stomach. tongue flicking over his sticky skin as you bounce on him. he peers down at you watching you slither up his chest before tonguing his nipple.

“fuck,” he whimpers biting his lip. his hands holding your hips start to pull you up and down on him. quivering from sensitivity with each drag of his cock.

“nuhuh,” you move your hands to stop his. “let me.” you lift your ass up before slapping back down the squelch and slap of skin fills the car. your hands hold his wrists hovering over your skin, but he reaches for you needily.

“wanna fuck you.” you whine flicking his nipple with your tongue. “make you cum.” pausing licking up his chest to his collarbone. “fill me up, oppa,” you whisper into his ear.

he’s keening at every word and every squeeze of your tight cunt around him. pulling back, releasing his hands, using yours to press l against the steamy window for leverage and the other finding your clit.

“feels so good, oppa,” you whine when his cock hits your sweet spot again. he finally moves his hands using his thumbs to spread your pussy watching the sticky connection as his cock disappears in you.

“fuck i’m gonna cum,” he groans as you pull him closer to the edge.

“cum for me oppa,” you whimper fingers circling your clit and nipple.

“love it when oppa fills up my cunt,” hips fucking into you and his head falls back as he pumps hot seed into you with a moan. you keep moving your hips, milking his cock. letting the tip abuse your insides trying to cum again.

“unhuh,” you whine, overstimulating him as his cum starts to slip out of you. it sticks to your inner thighs, strings connecting you.

“shit, stop, fuck,” he grabs your hips stopping your movements.

“i’m so close though,” you whine, fingers still padding against your clit. he pulls you off of him with a groan, cock lazily slapping onto his pelvis. you move your fingers fucking two into your puffy pussy but it’s not enough it never is.

“help me,” you whine and he adds a finger beside yours fucking into your cunt pumping his load back into you. you bounce down meeting creamy digits as he curls them.

“let me show you,” he coos using his finger to push the tips of your own into you making you moan instantly.

“it’s gonna,” you moan out, gripping his wrist. “come out.”

“what happened to that tight little cunt? did oppa fuck you loose?” you whimper and he adds a second finger watching your hole swallow four fingers with ease. the pads of his fingers helping you curl yours, pressing just right. you feel so close just a little more you think rubbing your clit faster and harder.

“fuck i’m,” your hips start to shake. “i’m.” you can’t finish, crying out.

“one more time, for your oppa,” he directs more than asks.

you garble out curses as you cum. squirting onto your hands and his spent cock. your wrist slowing but he keeps going coaxing the streams out of you. you can’t think of anything, your body buzzing and shivering with waves of pleasure. it feels like it’s never going to end each bump of your own fingers inside you makes you spill more.

“no more, can’t,” you mumble, grabbing for him. mind numb and cunt pulsing out small dribbles.

“so greedy,” he tells you, pulling out with you, one final spurt hitting his dick. you lay your hand on his thigh but he slaps your cunt making you cry. his sticky fingers rubbing against you slowly. he feels what’s left of his cum start to pool on his fingers, mixing with all you gave him.

cupping his fingers he scoops it from you making you quiver again. before he can move his hands you grab his wrist pulling his fingers to your mouth slurping the mixture onto your tongue.

“fuck,” he hisses, watching you diligently sucking every drop from him. “so fucking nasty.”

sitting back on his thighs with a huff looking down to inspect the damage. his pants are practically dark grey now and his shirt even has damp spots. your fingers spread your lips so you can peak at your pussy, wet and swollen still slightly pulsing.

“i gotta put some towels or something in here. this is like the fourth time.” you giggle pushing your hair out of your face.

“sorry,” you puff.

“next time i'm just going to open the door and let you make a mess on the pavement.” you roll your eyes but the thought of him holding you up for anyone to watch while you squirt makes you tingle.

“you're so freaky. don’t tell me you want me to,” he reads your mind.

“shut up,” you push him away.

“next time i’ll just bend you over the hood.” you whine legs squeezing his. your both still catching your breath the air in the car hot and muggy. you groan as you slide from his lap into your seat.

“i’m going to have to get her detailed again.” he mutters looking between your legs where the slick rubs on his seat.

“sorry,” you grin. he looks around to see if anyone is outside but it’s empty. he always parks far away from the entrance, behind the permanently closed pool. it’s rare that anyone pulls up near you. he tucks himself in his ruined sweats lifting his hips to pull them up before opening the door. the rush of cool air hits you, making you close your legs quickly.

haechan rummages in the trunk, he did keep towels and a change of clothes. after the first time you made a mess he secretly stockpiled items for you. a sweater here, some pants there, a duplicate of your favorite blanket.

he pulls out one of his sweatshirts, tugging his own shirt off, tossing it in a small basket he put back there. he shivered pulling the clean one on quickly. he grabbed two towels before walking back to the door handing you one.

“i thought you didn’t keep towels in here?” you question grabbing the towel and shifting it under you.

“i’m not known for telling the truth.” he wipes over his seat cleaning up the mess. he walks back to the trunk as you lean your head against the seat, sighing.

he puts the towel on top of his shirt, grabbing wipes and two pairs of sweatpants he closes the trunk with an elbow.

“here,” his voice makes you open your eyes. he’s holding wipes up and you grab them. pulling them out you wipe over his seat, he’s standing outside swiftly pulling off his pants. you look up his ass in your face and you can’t resist slapping it.

“b word,” he shrieks, turning to you, almost falling, he hopes on one leg, tugging the pants over his shoes. his refusal to call you a bitch makes you laugh. he’s so tender.

“hey you can only call me that during sex,” you scold.

“that seems like the last place i should call you that,” he points out, stepping into the sweats.

“but i like it,” you pout, closing the wipes watching him jump into his pants.

“because you,” leaning in before tapping a finger on your nose. “are a freak.” you bite at his finger but he pulls away too quickly grabbing something off the roof.

“here,” he holds your own pants to you.

“i’ve been looking for these,” you groan, ripping them from his hands. “how long have you had these?” he shrugs getting back into his seat. not bothering with your tights you slip your skirt down letting it pool on the floorboard. he sits his seat back up starting the car again and blasting the heat. you pull the pants over your legs enjoying the soft warm fabric.

“why do you have my pants,” you prod poking his side.

“in case you needed them,” he states plainly.

“awww you’re so sweet,” you pinch his cheek. “do you like me or something?”

“gross,” he blurts, side eyeing you. “do you want me to drop you at your place?”

“please,” you respond, scrolling on your phone. the car is quiet except for the heat blowing through the vents. “thanks for picking me up by the way, and the ice cream.”

“no worries,” he mumbles, turning the wheel.

“do you have more of my clothes?” you open the glove box pulling your panties out.

“just some leggings and shit in the trunk,” he tells you casually.

“why are you stealing from me,” you sigh, making him chuckle.

“i’ll just get pee pads instead. is that better?”

“god that’s weird. i never do that with anyone else,” you admit.

“wait what?” he stops at a light, looking at you grinning.

“i mean i’ve come close but never like,” you pause motioning, “that. the first time was with you.” you see his ego growing beneath his skin already regretting what you said.

“you’re saying only my dick, my fingers, my tongue can get you like that,” he’s smiling to himself and it’s so annoying you want to slap him and kiss him. you shake your head, getting the last thought out of your head.

“don’t get a big head or anything. i shouldn’t have said it.” you roll your eyes picking at fuzz on your pants.

“if it helps you’re the only one who can make me cum by just playing with my nipples.”

“i’m sure you can do that all by yourself.”

“i’ve tried.” he says flatly.

“you’re too impatient. you just want to nut as fast as possible when you’re alone.”

“well duh why would i want to drag it out if i’m alone and not playing with you. i don’t even jerk off that much anymore, i just edge myself for you.” you dwell on what he said. he makes it sound like you’re the only one he’s hooking up with.

“you don’t edge yourself for-“

“no.” he interrupts you before you can start listing people. “i don’t hook up with anyone else.”

“what?”

“i don’t hook up with anyone else.” he repeats.

“i dunno, that’s a little too intimate, haechan,” you tease, trying to seem like you don’t care. part of you wants to think about what it actually means and another part wants to ignore him and be oblivious.

“is it? i like being intimate with you,” he meets your eyes quickly, fingers crawling up your leg.

“that sounds so serious,” you breathe deeply.

“don’t tell me you didn’t like that?” recalling how you felt less than 15 minutes ago. squeezing your legs together and your eyes closed. “i know you. you hate that i do, but i know how i make you feel. i’m confident in that.”

you stay quiet the only sound coming from the heat and wheels on pavement. his hand still rests on your thigh, fingers softly thrumming. you don’t really have an answer or any witty remark. he’s right. he does know your body better than anyone you have ever been with. you hate to admit he knows you better too. reading your mind with ease and his humor is just as dirty and weird. deep down you know how you feel for him but you can’t, it breaks the unspoken rule between you too.

“why do you have to be so,” you groan, his hand smooths over your leg.

“i think you know how i feel about you,” he mutters, turning onto you street.

“huh,” you heard him.

“we’re here,” he pulls up beside your apartment.

“thanks,” you whisper, grabbing your bag and shoving your panties in. opening the door and haechan rolls the window down as you slam the door.

“don’t forget,” he holds your skirt up and you grab it from him.

“thanks.”

“good night.”

“good night, and just so you know, i don’t know how you feel about me.” you tell him, pulling back before turning to walk to your door. you want to look back and see his face but you get your keys out and turn them in the lock.

he sits watching you turn the door knob and disappear into your house. he sighs, eyes closing and leaning his head back rubbing his eyes with his palms.

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tbaluver · 4 months ago

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Hiii! If it's okay can I request reader pranking LADS men with 'lets breakup' just to see their reaction? ;D

Break Up Prank - The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: xavier x reader, zayne x reader, rafayel x reader, sylus x reader, caleb x reader genre/tags: angsty w/ comfort-ish at the end a/n: hihi anonnie ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i ened up writing this more angsty mainly bc i just think they would be devasted if you ever wanted to leave them .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. anyways i hope this was alright and that you enjoy reading ! (��˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

“This bread should go well with the chocolate milk. Would you like to try?” He asks, offering it to you with a soft smile.

You take a deep breath, keeping your voice as steady as possible. “I think we should break up.” The moment the words leave your mouth, you regret it instantly. You watched his eyes widen and his entire body freeze. His hands, still holding the bread midair, slowly lowers.

“what?” He says weakly, trying to process what’s happening. “I..I don't get it.” His smile slowly disappears, a frown replacing it instead. His eyes search yours desperately to find any clue, any hints to find an answer. “Did I do something wrong?” He stammered, his gaze shifting downward as his heart sank all the way down to his body.

You don’t think you can go further with this prank any longer, feeling immediately guilty. “I was just kidding! It’s a prank, Xavier,” You say, trying to lighten the mood but yet the tension in the air still remains.

He doesn’t move, his eyes are uncertain, flicking between you and his plate. “Are you sure?” His voice was quiet, trying to convince himself it was a joke but a part of him still thought otherwise. “If there is something wrong, if there’s anything I can do-” He trails off but before he can say anything more, you rush to his side, your arms wrapping around him tightly.

“I'm so sorry, Xavier. I shouldn't have done that. Tara and I saw it online, and I thought it would be funny. I promise I love you, and I would never want to leave you.” For a while, he doesn’t respond, but slowly, he pulls you closer, burying his face into your neck. His breath is a little shaky, but you feel his shoulders relax just a little.

“I didn't want to lose you,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against your skin. His hair tickles your neck and you can feel the soft sigh of relief as the tension leaves his body.

“Do you still want to eat your snacks?” you pull away slightly, cupping his face but he shakes his head. His arms tighten around you as he buries himself back into your neck.

“Let's just stay like this for a while,” He murmurs, his voice still slightly shaky. His appetite has vanished entirely, replaced by a need for comfort and that you’re both going to be okay. He should’ve never given bread another chance.

Zayne:

“You shouldn’t sit like that. It can lead to lower back discomfort." Zayne says softly, his hands carefully help you adjust your position as he places a pillow behind your head.

“I don't think this is working out. I think we should end this.” You kept your tone flat, not a hint of a smile or a crack of a laugh to give away the joke. The air around you both goes still, and Zayne stops mid-sentence on his lecture for your posture and health. His throat goes dry while his eyes narrow as if trying to process what you’ve said.

There was an awkward silence between you both until he cleared his throat, adjusting his tie as if it were the only thing he could focus on to keep himself together. “May I ask where this is coming from, my love?” His nickname for you came into a hushed whisper, unsure if he could even use that name at this moment.

“Can we please talk it out? If it’s my nagging that’s become too much, then I’ll stop..my only intention is to look after you.” He’s trying to keep his composure, but you can hear the hurt in his words. “If there's anything else I've done or said, anything I can fix together with you.. I promise-”

You can feel the guilt creeping in each time he speaks. You couldn’t ignore how it affected you and how he was so serious and vulnerable. This prank has gone a little too far, and the laughter you held back was now gone. ”Zayne, wait! I'm so sorry it was just a prank!” You rushed, “I thought it would be funny..I saw this video online..”

Zayne's eyes flutter close as he sighs heavily. “Forgive me..I forgot I'm dating a comedian,” He mutters under his breath, a half smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He shakes his head, a slow exhale escapes past his lips. “I'm glad everything’s alright. May I?” He steps closer to you, his arm outstretched into an embrace. But before you can say anything else, he playfully flicks your forehead.

“Hey!” You protest, but you can feel the soft chuckle rumble in his chest as you pull into his embrace. His breath tickles your skin, and you can’t help but smile, knowing how much loved you are.

“I only ask for you not to prank me like that again. I'm already growing enough white hairs because of you.”

Rafayel:

You instantly regretted ever finishing that sentence.

You watched the way the light in his eyes disappear. His heart seemed to crack, threatening to shatter into a million pieces as the pain washed over his face.

His nebula eyes looked at you in disbelief, unable to comprehend the words that just left your lips were true. The brush in his hand slipped from his fingers as his whole body went limp. His lips trembled, fighting back the flood of emotions threatening to break through.

“I-was it....do you really want that?” His voice shook, the words barely escaping past his lips. His chest tightened, hoping he didn’t hear the answer he dreads. “Was there something I’ve done, cutie?” His gaze drops, his lips pursing as he tries to recall something, anything, that would explain what he did wrong. “I can do better..we can work it out together, yeah? Tell me what’s wrong..” His eyes were pleading, desperate.

You could see the depth of his pain and the way he blamed himself, even though you knew that this was just a prank. It broke your heart, and you couldn’t keep going, the guilt was suffocating enough. “Raf, no! You did nothing wrong. It was just a prank!”

His mouth fell open in shock. “...what?” His voice was weak, a soft gasp escaping him as he dramatically collapsed back onto the couch. “Pranks are supposed to be funny! That wasn’t funny!” He groaned, relief flooding through him. “Dun ever do that to me again, hmph..” He mumbles, his hand still over his face as he tries to collect himself. “Hold me..”

He lets you pull him into your arms, his cheek pressing into your shoulder, the weight of his body finally relaxing as he feels you close. He let out a deep breath as if he were holding it in for too long. “I thought my heart stopped for a moment, cutie..” He murmurs, “Promise me we’ll work through everything?”

Sylus:

“Sweetie-” Sylus’s voice echoes at the front door. You were already in the living room, arms crossed, while you tried to keep your face unreadable.

“We should break up.” You say flatly.

He flinched at the sudden words. The small box he had wanted to surprise you with was clutched tightly as he tried to process your words. His face was in disbelief. His eyes searched for yours, trying to find some sign of a joke. But your expression was cold and unreadable. He set the box down on the table, his movements felt too slow.

“Is there a particular reason you feel this way?” His voice was barely a whisper. You didn’t answer right, the silence in the air was heavy, suffocating even. He took a step forward towards you, hesitant. “Is there any way I can fix this?” The hurt in his eyes was palpable as he slowly reached for you, cupping your face gently. His thumb brushed over your cheek, searching for any sign that could give him an answer.

But you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You felt the weight of his touch, the weight of his words, and the devastation in his eyes. “Sylus..I’m sorry, it was just a prank..”

His breath hitched, his thumb stopping as he froze. His eyes closed as he inhaled sharply as he’d been hit by a wave of relief. “What will I do with you..” He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose before his eyes fluttered open slowly, amusement flicking across his face. “Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” He asked, raising a brow.

You shook your head quickly, guilt flooding you. “No Sylus. You’re perfect. I’m sorry.. It was funnier in my head. I shouldn’t have done that.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “You had me worried there for a second, sweetie,” Sylus speaks quietly. His fingers graze your hair as he pulls you into an embrace. His lips press softly to the top of your head, and the fear of losing you again still lingers in him.

Caleb:

“Hey pipsqueak, what’re you in the mood for? I’m thinking maybee something savory, or how about something spicy?” He glanced over at you. His warm smile was infectious, as always, but you tried to stay strong. His expression faltered when he saw the look on your face.

“I don’t think this is working out anymore. Let's break up.”

Each word stung, his smile immediately disappearing. He blinked, his mind racing to process what you had just said, the grip on the wooden spoon tightened without him realizing it. Maybe he didn’t hear you right, yeah definitely.

“Sorry..maybe you want something sweet? Or if you’re tired of my cooking, how about takeout?” He tilts his head, refusing to believe it.

“No, Caleb. Let's break up.” The words felt sharper this time, slicing his heart into a million little pieces that no one could ever pick up. You could see it in his eyes, his entire world was crumbling. Every muscle in his body tensed as his breath caught in his throat. His face faltered for a second, his brow furrowing deeply as he set the spoon down with trembling hands.

“Pip-Y/n..where is this coming from?” His voice is quiet now as he takes a step closer. His purple eyes were a mix of confusion and hurt, his hands remained stiff by his sides, almost as if they didn’t know what to do. “Hey..what’s going on? Talk to me, please..” His voice cracked at the end, desperate.

Even though there was only a few inches of distance between you, it felt like the distance was growing further and further. “I can fix it..please..just tell me what to do..anything..” His chest tightened as his mind spun in a thousand different directions. What did he do? What went wrong?

You could see the pain written across his face, a mixture of panic, disbelief, and heartache that made yours ache. Without thinking, you reached out to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. Caleb’s body was stiff at first as if he didn’t know how to respond, but once he felt your arms tighten, he exhaled slowly.

“I’m sorry, Caleb..I shouldn’t have said that. It was just a stupid prank,” you whispered. However, the words didn’t sink in right away. His body remained frozen, still processing everything.

He pulled back slightly, his hands shaking as he cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek like he was trying to make sure you were real. “Really? You’re not leaving?”

You nodded, “I’m not. I love you, and I won’t ever leave you.”

He exhaled sharply, his body finally relaxing against you as the tension in his body began to unwind. “You almost got me there, pipsqueak...” He let out a weak laugh, his voice still shaky as he pressed a soft kiss to your head. “Maybe you should stick to cilantro-flavored toothpaste pranks next time..”

ʚɞ cr. for the divider @/ cafekitsune

ʚɞ thank you to my beta readers for helping me with this ! @ilovemitsuya and @pomegranatepip MWAH ₊˚⊹ᰔ

ʚɞ my other works if you want to check it out! Love And DeepSpace Masterlist , Pg.2

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jungwnies · 7 months ago

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INVITING YOUR F1 BOYFRIEND TO YOUR FAMILY THANKSGIVING

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri ୨ৎ : genre : fluff ୨ৎ : tws : light kissing, nothing heavy ୨ৎ : word count : 1862

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this one is for all my US babies who are celebrating thanksgiving today!!

ʚ・max verstappen

it was a week before thanksgiving and you got in your bed to see an already tired max laying down, as you get underneath the covers you lay against him and look at him, "baby."

he gives you a hum and look sat you, "yes?"

"i know you guys don't celebrate this holiday, but i really want you to come to the family dinner on thanksgiving, and i know you have practice on the 29th, so i could ask them to move the dinner a little early so you can come." you tell him, softly.

"you know i've never celebrated thanksgiving before?" he laughs before turning a bit to see your face, "if it’s important to you, i’ll be there. just don’t let me mess up your traditions, okay."

you laugh, "all it consists of is a turkey and some yams, but i mainly want you to come because my family will be there, and you know how much they love you."

“so, is this where you make me eat turkey until i can’t move? or are we going to do one of those cheesy gratitude speeches?” max teases, putting a smile on your face.

you shake your head, laughing softly. "maybe a little of both. but mostly, i just want you there with me."

max's teasing grin softens, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. "then i’m there. but i’m warning you now, if your uncle challenges me to some weird american football game, i’m going all in."

"oh, he will," you reply with a smirk, snuggling closer to him. "but i think you’ll be just fine. my mom already says you’re part of the family."

he wraps his arm around you, pulling you even closer. "good. because i don’t plan on going anywhere."

with that, you drift off to sleep in his arms, excitement bubbling in your chest for the holiday—and for having max by your side.

ʚ・lewis hamilton

you stand by the kitchen counter, watching lewis chop vegetables with surprising focus. “babe,” you say softly, leaning against the counter.

he glances up with a warm smile. “what’s up, love?”

you hesitate, toying with the edge of your sweater. “i was thinking... thanksgiving is next week, and it’s really important to me. i’d love for you to come to dinner with my family.”

he sets the knife down, giving you his full attention. “thanksgiving, huh? i’ve never done one of those before. what’s it like?”

“it’s mostly just food," you begin, thinking off all the components of a thanksgiving dinner, "turkey, stuffing, pie... oh, and my family asking you too many questions,” you laugh nervously. “but it’d mean a lot if you came. i know you’re busy, though, so no pressure.”

lewis steps closer, resting his hands lightly on your waist. “if it’s important to you, i’ll make time. i’d love to be with your family and see what this whole thanksgiving thing is about.”

you smile, relief washing over you. “really? even if it means answering endless questions about racing?”

he laughs, pulling you into a hug. “as long as they have some good food, i think i’ll survive.”

you snuggle into his chest, grinning. “trust me, my grandma’s sweet potato pie will make it worth it.”

he kisses the top of your head. “then i’m sold. just promise you’ll stick by me if someone starts grilling me about my cars.”

“deal, but i can't stop my dad from scolding you for speeding in your mercedes” you say, your heart full as you imagine lewis sitting at the dinner table, effortlessly charming your family.

ʚ・carlos sainz

you find carlos sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through his phone while lazily petting your dog, a sight that makes your heart squeeze. you sit down next to him, tucking your legs under you.

"carlos," you say softly, nudging him with your knee.

he looks up with a small smile, his brown eyes warm. "qué pasa, cariño?" (what’s up, love?)

"so... thanksgiving is next week," you start, playing with the hem of your sweatshirt. "and i was wondering if you’d come to dinner with my family."

he tilts his head, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s holding back a grin. "thanksgiving? the one with the turkey and... what do you call it? the cranberry... jelly?"

you laugh, shaking your head. "yeah, that one. but it’s not just about the food. it’s more like... being with family and saying what you’re thankful for. i know it’s not a spanish thing, but it’d mean a lot if you came."

he sets his phone down, fully turning to you. "sabes que soy terrible con estas cosas sentimentales, ¿verdad?" (you know i’m terrible at these sentimental things, right?) "i’ll probably say something dumb like ‘i’m thankful for ferrari.’"

"my dad would probably high-five you for that," you tease, leaning closer.

he chuckles, his hand sliding to your knee. "si tu padre está de acuerdo, ¿cómo puedo decir que no?" (if your dad’s on board, how can i say no?) "but only if you promise to save me from saying something embarrassing."

"deal," you say with a grin. "but you should know... my mom is going to love you. she’s been asking about you non-stop."

"ay dios," (oh god) he groans, leaning back dramatically. "what do i even say to impress an american family."

"just be yourself," you reply, resting your head on his shoulder. "trust me, you’ll charm her in five seconds flat."

he presses a kiss to the top of your head, a playful smile on his lips. "fine, but only if i bring some jamón ibérico, your family has to try real food."

you laugh, already picturing him at the table.

ʚ・charles leclerc

you find charles lounging on the couch, leo curled up at his feet. you sit beside him, nudging him gently.

"love," you say, a little shy.

he looks up with a smile. “quoi, mon amour?” (what, my love?)

you bite your lip, feeling nervous. "so... thanksgiving’s next week, and i know it’s not a thing in monaco, but i was wondering... would you come to dinner with my family? they’d really love to have you."

charles tilts his head, a playful glint in his eyes. “thanksgiving? with the turkey and... pumpkin pie?” he laughs softly, his accent making the words sound so sweet.

you nod. "yeah, that’s the one. it’s all about family, and it’d mean a lot to me if you came."

he sets his phone down, his smile softening. “mon amour, if it’s important to you, i’ll be there. i wouldn't miss it.” his voice is warm, sincere.

you grin, leaning in a little closer. "you sure you’re ready for my family’s chaos?"

he laughs, brushing a lock of hair from your face. “i think i can survive turkey... and maybe even your mom’s pumpkin pie." he pauses, his smile turning a bit mischievous. “but don’t be surprised if i say something cheesy in front of your family, like... ‘i’m thankful for the beautiful woman beside me.’”

your heart skips, and you chuckle. "oh, charles, you're going to melt my mom’s heart."

he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "as long as i don’t have to speak perfect english, i’m good," he teases, making your heart swell.

you smile up at him. “you’ll charm them with that accent, i’m sure.”

“maybe i’ll speak more french just to make it worse for you,” he laughs, his hand gently squeezing yours.

you lean against him, feeling warm and happy. “they’re going to love you, charles.”

“as long as i get to be with you, mon amour,” he whispers, pulling you close.

ʚ・lando norris

you catch up with lando in the paddock, after a long day of practice. the energy is buzzing around you, and you decide to ask him something you've been thinking about all day.

"hey, babe," you say, trying to sound casual.

he glances at you with a grin. “what’s up, love? you look like you’re about to ask me for a big favor.”

you take a breath, then ask, "so, thanksgiving’s next week, and i know it’s not really your thing... but would you maybe want to come to my family’s dinner? it’d mean a lot to me."

lando raises an eyebrow. “thanksgiving? where you eat a ton of food and pretend you’re thankful for it? sounds like a lot of work.” he laughs, teasing. “you sure you want me there?”

you laugh, shaking your head. “it’s more than just food. it’s about family. i’d really love for you to be there.”

he looks at you for a moment, then smirks. “well, as long as there’s no awkward speech about what i’m thankful for, i’m in.”

“no speeches, i promise," you say, nudging him. "just food and a bit of small talk, and family games"

"perfect," he says, grinning. “i’m really looking forward to explaining how fast i go, and how many awkward questions i’ll get.”

“they’ll love you,” you assure him.

“as long as i’m not talking about racing the whole time,” he says with a wink. “deal?”

you smile, relieved. “deal.”

"good," he replies. "just don’t expect me to wear anything fancy. i’m more of a jeans and hoodie kind of guy.”

"that's fine, i prefer seeing you in something casual anyways." you tell him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

ʚ・oscar piastri

you find oscar lounging on your couch, casually scrolling through his phone. you sit next to him, feeling a bit nervous but determined.

"hey, oscar," you say, breaking the silence.

he looks up with a grin. “what’s up, love? you look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

you take a breath and ask, “so, thanksgiving’s coming up, and i know it’s not really your thing, but... would you want to come to my family’s dinner? it’d really mean a lot to me.”

oscar raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk spreading across his face. “thanksgiving? so i get to eat a ridiculous amount of food, pretend i’m thankful for it, and survive your family’s questions? sounds like a good time.”

you chuckle. “yeah, that’s about the gist of it. but honestly, i really want you there. my family’s gonna love you.”

he leans back, pretending to think for a second. “alright, alright, i’m in. but only because you’re asking so sweetly. just don’t expect me to behave too much. and, for the record, i’ll definitely be expecting enough food to make up for all the small talk.”

you laugh. “no complaints about the food, i promise. but if you start making jokes about the turkey, i’ll disown you.”

“mate, making jokes about turkey is basically my job,” he grins. “but alright, i’ll be good. as long as i don’t have to wear a suit or anything fancy.”

“you’re safe,” you reassure him. “just dress nice enough to not scare anyone off.”

he leans in closer with a wink. “deal. let’s see if i can survive a night of turkey and awkward family banter without causing too much chaos.” he smirks. “should be fun.”

you smile, feeling a wave of warmth. “i’m sure you’ll be just fine.”

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hard-core-super-star · 1 month ago

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the effects were temporary [W.Maximoff]

pairing: sugarmommy!wanda x reader

summary: you and wanda make your way back to each and slowly, you begin again.

warnings: none?; slight angst; hurt + comfort; R gets drunk, kate pays for it; bishova mentions because my hand slipped; wanda doing her best to be vulnerable; SO many feelings; technically an argument, i guess?

wordcount: 2k

a/n: this fic took longer to write than i wanted it to because i ended up getting sick last week when i was working on it BUT now it's here. thank you so much for the love on the last part, i hope this meets your expectations. and not to spoil anything but...there will probably be one more smut part as a finale as my way of saying a brief goodbye to these two idiots. anyway, i hope you enjoy <3

part one | part two | part three |

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Avoiding Wanda wasn't the best idea you'd ever had.

Sure, in the moment it seemed like the best course of action. To run out of her office, pretending to get lunch but truly leaving with no intention of coming back. The second you'd gotten some air, though, you'd realized that you had nowhere to go.

At least nowhere where Wanda couldn't find you.

You weren't foolish enough to think she wouldn't go look for you but you chose to run to Kate's apartment. At least she had enough security in place to warn you if the older woman came looking for you.

It turned out, however, that she didn't come looking for you. It shouldn't have hurt. It should've been a relief. But instead, all it did was fill your heart with aching.

You felt like an idiot for it but you couldn't change your feelings. If you could, you would have stopped yourself from falling for the CEO in the first place. That wasn't what happened, though, and now you were paying for your recklessness.

Well, technically, Kate was paying for it. In your defense, she was the one who came up with the brilliant plan of going out to drink your sorrows away. It was one of the archer's usual bad ideas that hid her own desires. Mainly, her desire to see Yelena and drink enough whiskey until she could gather the courage to sneak away with her to some dark corner.

Tacky as it was, you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

The bar she'd chosen this time was at least half-empty with strong drinks and a careful bartender. No one had bothered you so far and the taste of alcohol kept you enough company to ignore how lonely you felt without Kate and Yelena around.

Then again, watching them throw heart-eyes at each other didn't help your loneliness one bit either. The archer was an idiot, there was no denying that, but right now…she was doing better than you in that department.

What a jerk.

"Hey, let me buy you a drink."

You turn your head to look at the owner of the voice. To no one's surprise, it's a guy with a smirk so self-assured, it's hard to feel safe near him.

But the sound of free drinks is far too tempting to pass up.

"Sure."

As stupid as it is, you get swept up into a conversation with him, not fully paying attention to what he's saying and keeping an eye on the bartender who seems ready to step in if anything goes south. You know they're just doing their job, but still, it's sweet. And for a second, it reminds you of the woman you're supposed to be forgetting.

Those reminders distract you more than hurt you and it's not until you feel a hand land on your thigh that you realize you severely miscalculated the situation. Of course, you hadn't been foolish enough to think the guy didn't have some ulterior motive but you were too far past tipsy to have an escape plan.

You're one second away from yelling for the bartender when a strong presence slips behind you, a careful arm wrapping around your shoulders. Your muscles tense for a second until the smell of expensive perfume hits your nose.

Not just any expensive perfume, though.

Her perfume.

"Is everything okay over here?"

The sound of Wanda's voice relaxes you far quicker than you would have liked. Without even meaning to, you lean back against her, knowing that despite the anger and the hurt that lingers between you, she'd never let anything happen to you.

"I'm just keeping the lady company," the guy replies with what he thinks is a charming smile.

The older woman laughs, the sound devoid of any amusement. "I don't think the lady wants your company."

There's a reply from the guy but you don't pay it any attention. Instead, you stumble your way off the stool and lean against Wanda. "Take me home. Please."

Even though you're in no situation to make demands of her, her concern for you outweighs all of her complaints. Her arm wraps around your waist and she leads you away from the bar with ease. "Let's go."

You practically stumble your way outside, the world around you a blur of shapes and lights and far too many smells. Every step makes you lean further into the older woman despite the urge to run from her again. In this state, though, you wouldn't be able to make it too far.

The walk to her car is a blur and before you know it, you're well on your way to her penthouse. A part of you knows that's where she's taking you and while you could complain, you don't necessarily want to spend the rest of the night alone.

So, as stupid as it is, you sit in her car and go home with her.

It's not until you're in her penthouse that either of you speaks again. Like usual, you can't be yourselves until she's out of public sight. She can say whatever she wants when the two of you are alone but it's always something different when you're out in the real world.

Being back in the familiar space only serves to remind you of that.

Even though you're still leaning against her, you're unable to keep yourself quiet anymore. "You're an asshole."

Your slurred words make her eyebrows raise in surprise. "Excuse me?"

Whatever rules used to govern your interactions with her have long faded away, leaving behind nothing but the fire of your anger. The anger of being left behind.

Maybe she hadn't physically left you, you had been the one to walk away, but emotionally, she'd shut you out before you even decided to leave.

"You heard me," you respond, standing your ground even as you sway to the side. "You're an asshole."

"For trying to keep you safe?"

"For never letting me in. Always keeping me at arms length. Acting like you didn't care about me."

She sets you down on the couch, using the excuse of getting you some water to put distance between you again. 'That's not…you're drunk, y/n. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, come on, Wanda. For once, be honest."

You have no doubt your words anger her but she's too far away for you to see her reaction. Something that only fuels your anger. You're tired of seeing her hold back. Of watching her be vulnerable one moment and then composed the next.

As stupid as it is, your thoughts make you rise to your feet and stumble your way into the kitchen.

She sighs as she watches you approach, handing you a glass of water you're far too shaky to hold onto properly. "What do you want me to say? You're the one that ran away."

The reminder does little to soothe your bitter feelings toward her. "Because you didn't defend me!"

"Defend you?" She repeats. "From what? Agnes was just being an idiot."

If it wouldn't make you incredibly dizzy, you would have rolled your eyes. Instead, you settle for taking a drink of water and leaning against the kitchen island. "Right, that's always what it is, isn't it? Just me overreacting."

Her eyes narrow. "That is not what I meant and you know it."

"No, Wanda, I don't know anything! All you do is tell me one thing and do another-"

"I told you I was yours, was that not enough?" Her voice cracks just enough to show the depth of the emotions behind her words. Clearly, you're not the only one who's been fighting insecurities.

"Not when you let everyone act like I'm just your plaything," you reply, defiantly lifting your chin. "You can't tell me I mean something to you and then pretend I don't mean anything when we're in public. That's not how it works."

Your words make her pause and it takes her a few tries before she can say something. When she finally speaks, her voice is softer. The rough edge of annoyance slipping away and leaving vulnerability behind. "I was trying to keep you safe."

"By pushing me away," you point out.

Wanda lets out a long sigh, turning away from you to gather her thoughts. The angle reveals the glistening of tears in her eyes and before you can think twice of it, you're moving toward her.

Your proximity unravels her and instead of moving away like she usually did, she meets you halfway. The second you're close enough, her arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in close as she melts against you.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles, leaning down to bury her face in your neck. "I didn't mean to hurt you, y/n. Please, believe me."

The apology melts your remaining defenses. Even though you're still pissed off at her, you can't deny how much you miss her. How much you need her.

The distance might not have been enough to make her realize her mistakes but she seems ready to face them now. Ready to understand her best intentions didn't always lead to the best outcomes.

You know you're not completely innocent either. You're the one who ran away, the one who didn't want to talk anymore. The one who decided to give up on her as if you'd ever want anyone else after being with her.

"I believe you, Wands," you whisper, wrapping an arm around her neck and tangling the fingers of your free hand in her hair. "And I'm sorry too."

"Don't be, angel. You didn't do anything wrong."

Her words ease some of the weight you've been carrying since that day. It's not much but it's a start. And maybe a new start is exactly what you two need.

You're not sure how long you spend wrapped up in her arms like that, just that it's long enough for your exhaustion to start catching up to you. It's been a long night, one spent drinking far too much and eating way too little. To say you're tired is an understatement.

Wanda seems to read your mind because she untangles herself from you without another word. "Let's get you to bed, I can take the couch tonight."

You shake your head even though it makes you a little nauseous. "No. I don't want to be alone tonight."

She stares at you for a second before nodding. "Okay, if you're sure."

Instead of answering, you take her hand in yours and lead the familiar path toward the bedroom. While there's a part of you that craves a very specific type of intimacy, you force yourself to wait. You're still tipsy and upset and a little angry and the last thing you need is getting sent headfirst into subdrop again.

When you reach the bedroom, Wanda drops your hand, going off to pick out clothes for you from her closet. It's something she's done a thousand times and yet it makes your heart skip a beat all the same. Everything's the same and yet completely different at the same time. Complicated and yet the easiest it's ever been.

You don't speak again until you're cuddled under the covers, your whole body covered in the scent of the older woman. She's stiff as a log as she lies there next to you and you giggle to yourself as you rest your head against her chest. "Why're you so nervous, Wands?"

"I…I don't know," she answers, the uncertainty in her voice more than clear. "I don't want to hurt you again."

"You won't," you say. "We can start again. All you have to do is try."

The room is quiet while she thinks. Despite the silence, her arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer to her. You don't rush her, though. You can tell she's fighting with herself, with the insticts that make her push you away instead of being honest with you.

"I can do that. For you, I'll do more than just try. I'll be better."

"Just be yourself. I can handle it."

She hums and your eyes drift shut, her presence bringing you a peace you haven't felt in a long time. The last thing you feel before you fall asleep is her lips against your temple and her whispered words of affection.

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sugarushwriting · 2 months ago

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stalker! obsessed! jake sim x f reader

classmate jake being obsessed with you

there is/will be a less um extreme version.

ADULT CONTENT FEATURED read at your own discretion!!!

warning: jake is a nasty nasty boy 😛

you sat peacefully on the plaid blanket beneath you, your head tilting up towards the sun as it warmed your skin. your palm held your place in the book you were reading, as you tried to enjoy more times like this in nature.

well, until you felt a bug crawling on you, “ah!” you yelped and swatted at the bug. arms flinging, book flying, highlighters going every which way.

from a few feet away, a small laugh escaped thick lips from an australian boy who watched on from behind his thick dark sunglasses as he studied from his text book.

he sat at the picnic table of many, in the courtyard of the college campus, opting out of the grass like you and many other students.

you huffed and stood up abruptly, feeling stupid for trying to be one with nature. “stupid bugs.” you understood you were in their territory, but why couldn’t they leave you alone for at least an hour or so, to let you read in peace?

you stuffed your belongings in your bag, dusting off any remaining dirt from your shorts and legs, and walked towards jake.

jake swallowed nervously, quickly ducking his head into his textbook, eyes shielded by the dark frames. he bit his lower lip, hoping you hadn’t caught him. hope you hadn’t been on his trail.

he breathed a sigh of relief as you walked past him as if you had no idea he existed.

“are you just gonna always stare at her like a fucking creep?”

jake shook and jumped with surprise, being startled by his friend’s voice. he looked up seeing jay and sunghoon staring at him with a knowing look.

“i don’t stare at her like a fucking creep.” he mumbled.

“then what do you call that?” sunghoon asked, one hand gripping his backpack strap gesturing between jake and you.

jake shrugged, “she looked cute being startled by the bug.”

jay rolled his eyes. “if you don’t make your move, i will.”

jake scoffed, “please, you’re worse than i am when it comes to girls.”

“youre doubting my abilities to woo a girl, sim.”

“you both suck at wooing girls.” sunghoon chuckled.

“oh shut it sunghoon, you’re no better than us!” jake narrowed his brows. “remember eunjin?”

sunghoon’s lips went into a thin line, jay laughed, jake smirked, and mockingly added, “hawaii? i’m fine, thank you!”

“three, two,—,”

jake took off running, leaving his belongings as sunghoon dropped his bag, taking off after jake.

jay yelled after them, “we have class in ten!”

thankfully, they all were on time for class, alongside their other friend, heeseung. heeseung was also pretty nerdy in ways like them, introverted like sunghoon, but more athletic than the other three. heeseung excelled in almost all sports. jake claimed to excel in all sports, but that was up to debate.

you were already sat in your seat for criminal evidence, an elective for your forensic biology major. the classroom was set up to where there was a projector in the front of the class where the professor stood, and rows of tables that sat up to 4 chairs of students at once. there were 4 columns, each had 4 rows. so all together, the classroom could fit up to 64 students, but the class only has 48 students. (mainly due to drop outs last minute).

the classroom had big windows on one side and on the other side, two main doors for entering the class. you sat in what the professor named, “column 1, row 3, seat 1,” near the window.

jake stared at you as his sunglasses sat on top of his head, his brown eyes shinning. you were staring out the window, paying jake no mind, but then you looked over to jake as he walked side by side next to jay and your eye caught his. he smiled shyly, he quickly looked away, his cheeks and tip of his ears going red. you smirked, and your hand went over your lips to hide it.

jake sim was cute. if not all, most girls on campus had a crush on jake sim. he was handsome, smart, athletic, and funny.

you sighed to yourself. out of all the girls on campus, why you? he’d look at you, think, ‘yeah she’s cute,’ but then he can look at another and go, ‘fuck she’s hot.’ every girl knows there’s a difference and it hurts.

jake and his friend, jay, took their seats behind you, jay directly behind you, jake adjacent. his other two friends, heeseung and sunghoon, sat in the same row as you. sunghoon directly beside you, heeseung next to sunghoon.

the professor tried to keep the front seats open for trouble makers, or to keep her extra supplies for class spread out. sometimes if she played a movie or show, she would sit down her self to watch it with you all.

everytime during class you felt eyes staring at you. you always brushed it off though, you had classmates sitting behind you.

however, it wasn’t your paranoia. jake loved to observe you. your cute habits during class he should say. your eyebrows knitting together when you don’t understand something. the way your face falls when you finally start to realize it. the way you play and twirl your pen when concentrating. it’s cute when you do it. it’s annoying when jay does it.

the way sometimes you will fall asleep resting your cheek in your palm if you’ve worked a late shift at the cafe you work at trying to earn extra cash for some fancy things that catch your eyes.

jake could only think, ‘if you were with him, you would never worry. he would buy all the things you want and more.’

jake didn’t like when you would work extra shifts or late shifts at the cafe, even if it was only a 5 minute walk to your apartment. at 11 pm it’s dark outside and no telling what kind of creeps stalk around at night.

watching. waiting. stalking their next prey.

he felt betrayed (jealous) when you allowed your coworker and supervisor at the cafe, ni-ki, walk you home that night because you had stayed a little later than usual to help him clean the cafe. ni-ki didn’t have class the next day, but you did.

jake saw red when you smiled at the boy, showing your dimples, the boy playing it cool, with a smile, waving you goodnight politely, telling you to sleep soundly.

don’t tell her what to do! jake wanted to scream.

it didn’t matter you didn’t see ni-ki in that way. it didn’t matter what you thought of ni-ki. all that mattered to jake was that you let another man walk you home. that you smiled at another man. gave another man your attention. the only thing stopping him from going overtop and revealing him from the shadows was you didn’t invite ni-ki up to your apartment.

when you and ni-ki departed, jake had two (really three) choices; follow ni-ki or you. he followed you from afar. up to your apartment. since your apartment was older, it didn’t have the automatic locks. you were naive enough to not lock the door either. you dropped your bag, and slipped off your shoes at the front door that night, going straight for the bathroom as you had to pee and wanted to shower the grime off.

jake had slipped in quietly behind you. watching your every move, eyes sparkling with excitement. that night he watched you for the first time, your silhouette outlined by the glass of the shower door.

he couldn’t get out there fast enough.

and he rubbed one out to the thought of you for the hundredth time since he first saw you, however this time, he had a better visual of your body.

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class ended an hour and some minutes later, your mind feeling like jelly and liquid at the same time. when the professor dismissed, you stretched with a sigh, your shirt riding up, jake not missing a single inch of your skin. jay had to elbow him before he started drooling.

“so, are we having our marathon tonight or what?” you heard heeseung say to the boys and you looked over to them with interest.

“what kind of marathon? like walking or running?”

sunghoon laughed and shook his head. “no. since we’re all forensic biologist majors, we like to watch shows or movies centered around it.”

“like bones, criminals minds, csi miami, dexter,”

“do you all actually watch it or crucify it?” you scrunched your nose.

“what’s the difference?” heeseung asked, his bambi eyes looking confused.

you smiled softly. jake frowned seeing how you smiled at his friend. why were you smiling at heeseung like that?

you answered heeseung, “the difference is, if you’re crucifying, you’re not watching to just watch for fun. you’re watching it as if you’re doing homework.”

“why don’t you join us then? make sure we don’t do homework.” jay smiled and you nodded.

“sounds like a plan then. what time should i arrive and what should i wear?”

jake’s pants started to feel tight at the thought of you wearing nothing. showing up in a skimpy pajama outfit. his hands went into his pockets as he chewed on his bottom lip.

“come by 5, and anything that makes you feel comfy. we’ll handle the snacks.” jay smiled with a slight smirk. if jake wasn’t gonna make his move, jay was either going to make jake do it or jay was gonna pounce on you.

and knowing jake and his obsession with you, jake wasn’t letting you go.

jay quickly added you to a new group chat with them 4 titled, “future csi,” and promised to send you the address later.

you smiled to all 4 boys and bounced away with your things, with a smile. should you actually wear something cute and sexy or something comfortable for tonight? suddenly your mind started to over think this. crap!

you whipped out your phone, texting your friend.

to manon-moo: quick im having a movie night with boys should i go cute and sexy pajamas or comfy

from manon-moo: is that even a real question?

to manon-moo: ur right, cute and sexy it is!

from manon-moo: don’t think you’re off the hook yet. we need to unpack the fact you said movie night with boys—as in PLURAL. txt me later for safety babes 😘

your cute and sexy pajamas were creamed color pajamas shorts that had pink hearts on them, and a matching tank top with thin straps. you added an oversized dark hoodie in the meantime and black plain flip flops, to keep it casual and comfy. you quickly grabbed a small tote bag, and added your favorite lip gloss.

at least your pajamas wasn’t your favorite old school shirt and boxer shorts you stole from your male older cousin years ago during a family trip (they were clean).

when the address and pin location was sent in the group chat, you realized it was only a 15 minute walk from your apartment, so you grabbed your headphones and started your journey, enjoying the warmth of the evening sun.

little did you know, jake was right behind you, making sure you got to their house perfectly unscathed. he needed to make sure his girl, his obsession, was okay. he would’ve offered a ride, but knew you would’ve declined and would have said there was no point as it was only a short walk.

but maybe later tonight he can offer that ride. his mind turned and he smirked, laughing to himself. maybe he can offer a ride in more ways than one.

his phone dinged:

from jay p: r u following her??

to jay p: mind your business

to jay p: and yes. need to make sure she gets to us safely. i will walk in a few minutes after her with a good excuse.

soon you arrived to the light blue 2 story house with white shutters, walking up the few steps to knock on the door. their college house was cute. it was in a historic part of downtown like much of the campus so it made sense.

jay opened the door with a smile. “glad you could make it.”

you smiled with a nod. “me too.”

“jake will be here soon, uh he had to, run an errand.”

“okay,” you said and walked into the living room seeing heeseung and sunghoon already setting up the small living room to be cozy for movie night.

plenty of blankets, pillows, 3 pizza boxes, 4 boxes of different flavors of boneless wings, cheesy bread, and different types of drinks.

it didn’t take long for jake to walk through the threshold. he nearly tumbled over himself, too excited to see you, wondering if you already had revealed your pajamas to the boys. he couldn’t help but stare at your ass from behind as you walked.

he wondered if the cotton of your shorts was as soft as they seemed. “sorry, im late, i uh—,”

heeseung and sunghoon stared at the boy wondering what kind of excuse he was going to come up with. jay stood beside you, arms crossed.

you looked at jake worried, as he looked so out of breath, his hair messed up, “jake are you okay? you looked like you ran from something frightening!”

“oh yeah, um,” he swallowed, taking in a deep breath, “whew, got chased by a dog.” he chuckled showing off his smile.

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5 hours.

five.

FIVE freaking hours of the television marathon of different shows and episodes and not once did you think about moving.

you sat comfortably on the couch next to jake, jay on a recliner to your left, sunghoon on the one to jake’s right, heeseung sprawled out on the floor in front of the tv inbetween that and the coffee table.

food gone. drinks nearly empty. stomachs hurting from laughing and the food. minds spinning from talking about different scenarios and guessing. it was fun, and these boys were cool.

jay was unintentionally funny and you couldn’t stop laughing at him.

jake didn’t like it one bit.

jay wasn’t that funny.

you yawned with a stretch. “it’s getting late, i should go.”

“why don’t you sleep over?” jake asked before thinking.

your eyes went wide and jay and heeseungs eyes went wide as well, sunghoon’s body went still.

“are you sure?” you asked not wanting to overstay your welcome. “i don’t want to intrude.”

jake quickly shook his head, “you won’t! you can sleep in my bed, and—,”

“jake will sleep on the couch like a gentleman.” heeseung finished for him.

heeseung stood up from his spot narrowing his eyes at jake. jake was going to offer to sleep on the floor next you like a gentleman, but that wouldn’t be far enough.

after a few seconds of thinking, you nodded, and jake smiled, internally squealing. he would have to make sure he kept those sheets once you were done to keep your smell on them.

thankfully, he changed them when he came home earlier so there were no old come stains in sight on his bed sheets.

jay slept on the first floor, so he said goodnight and went to his room, as sunghoon and heeseung followed you and jake up to jake’s room.

jake turned around, “we don’t need a babysitter.” he frowned.

“we just want to tuck you in.” sunghoon teased, crossing his arms.

“boys that’s sweet, but im fine.” you laughed.

hesseung laughed, sunghoon’s ears going red. “oh, i meant jake.” sunghoon chuckled.

“oh, right.”

“but i can tuck you in, if you want.” jake smirked.

you looked at jake with a smile that could make jake melt, “i’m fine, go to bed,” to playfully pushed his shoulder.

it may have only been a littler after 10 pm, but you all were tired from endless television watching and classes earlier in the day.

“extra toothbrush is under the sink!” jake shouted before being pushed out of the room by heeseung.

before sunghoon shut his door behind him, he caught a glimpse of you taking off your hoodie. the one you kept on all night, keeping him from looking at your delicate and delicious skin.

“cock blockers.” jake huffed, shrugging heeseung off.

“have a normal conversation with her for more than 5 minutes, then maybe we’ll let you try to get in her pants.” heeseung scoffed.

heeseung and sunghoon bid goodnight to jake and went to their separate rooms, shutting their doors behind them.

jake lazily walked down the steps back to the couch in the living room, taking place were you sat all night, your scent still lingering.

jake’s face fell to the side, his nose inhaling your scent deeply, like he’ll never smell you again. before he knew it, he was taking his cock out of his pajama pants, it already stiff and leaking precome.

just the scent of you alone got him hard. he slowly began to use his palm to tease himself, running his thumb over his tip, trying to pretend it was your fingers, your hand, your skin on him.

how you would look so innocent with his thickness in between you. how you would mumble, and moan, and groan, and gasp. you may even giggle, or cry, or whimper. oh he would love to hear you whimper for him.

his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, adding pressure, as he added speed to his strokes, wishing it was your hands around him. wishing it was your pussy around him.

he was getting close to coming. ‘fuck,’ he whispered out your name with a long and low groan turning into a moan. it didn’t take long for ropes of white come to paint his hand and stomach, his free arm over his eyes as he had just came on the couch, shamelessly with you just right upstairs.

he fell asleep soon afterward, still holding his cock, semi-hard.

he next woke up around 4 am, cock hard once again, being startled from a very wet dream about you. fucking you on all fours in the back of his car, windows fogged, in the middle of the mall parking lot as he took you on a shopping spree. that was your thank you to him.

he had to pee, and peeing with a hard on was not the most sought out option. the half bath toilet downstairs was broken, so he had to use the upstairs hallway one. after a painful pee, and being quiet as possible, he finished his pee, and was still hard thanks to you.

maybe he would just peek and check in on you? make sure you know, no monsters have gotten you.

he opened his door slowly and quietly, seeing you laying still, breathing even. you laid on your back, one hand under your head, the other laid across your face, your nose and lips out.

the covers rested comfortably below your chest, jake smiled seeing the dark hoodie laying on one of his chairs beside his desk. you kept it off.

with a deep breath, he looked behind him, then quickly slid in his room, closing the door softly, tiptoeing closer to you.

his breath stuttered in his chest seeing your skin, your beauty, up close. you so still. he always wondered how you looked while sleeping.

he never had the balls or guts to break into your apartment while you slept. he tried it once, got the lock opened, but a neighbor opened her door then he chickened out and never tried again.

you looked so peaceful, innocent. your lips were parted slightly as you slept. he could just imagine your lips wrapped around his cock which was aching for you now.

he reached his fingers up slowly, and pulled the covers back gently, exposing your top, goosebumps rising to your skin, but you didn’t move. jake pulled the covers all the way down to your knees.

your shorts had risen up a bit, now closer to your cunt than before.

jake’s breathing halted for a moment. he could literally come in his pants.

his fingertip of his right hand traced your skin on your thigh up to your stomach, forcing the tank top up to expose your belly. so soft.

his fingertips traced over your curves, over your chest, your body filled with goosebumps, but you didn’t move an inch.

you were in a deep sleep. such a good girl for him.

he kneeled down by the side of his bed slowly, so his nose came close to your thigh. it’s like he could smell you, see a wet spot forming where your cunt met your underwear and shorts. just a taste—,

he was calmly and quickly ripped from you by the back of the neck, you still unfazed and asleep. he didn’t see who interrupted him until he was dragged out of his room by his neck and out in the hallway.

he whipped around to heeseung staring daggers. “what the fuck are you doing man! trying to catch a fucking charge?”

jake scoffed, scratching the back of his neck, “i wasn’t doing anything! i was just looking, i wasn’t going to touch or—,”

“looking is bad enough! while she’s sleeping! what the fuck is wrong with you!” heesung snapped.

on the other side of the door you felt cold, you took the hand off your face, reaching up to grab the blanket jake had slowly slid down your body.

panties wet, and you irked of frustration, maybe next time heeseung wouldn’t be around to interrupt.

uh so yeah wrote this while at work — so definitely not proof read | part two perhaps? 🤔

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 3 months ago

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Hunter! Simon Riley with bunny hybrid Reader

Simon retired from the military and one of the benefits he'd received was getting hybrid. Hybrids were humans with animalistic qualities and instincts. It's unknown where they came from but the general consensus is that they're evolved or mutated humans.

Still, though, hybrids aren't given the same rights as people, many seeing them as subhuman. Hybrids, men and women, were used as companions (pets) and fulfilling sexual desires.

Simon never thought of that or considered getting a hybrid but he was given one anyway. It was mainly to help Simon cope and adjust to civilian life and release pent-up desires. However, Simon wasn't going to do that-- not the sexual desires part, given his past. He would still like the company the hybrid would give.

A bunny hybrid. That was the type of hybrid Simon was assigned and given. Bunny hybrids were rare and often sought after by many. They're submissive and soft plus incredibly horny during their heat.

XXX

You were assigned to one Simon Riley, offer him company and if needed, sexual relief. When you first met the man, you were intimidated and scared, given how bulky Simon was and how his aura was. You heard he was a cold-blooded killer on the field and didn't hold back.

You expected Simon to be rough and lay his hands on you... like how they did with you. However, Simon proved you wrong. When he took you back to his place, he didn't lay his hands on you. Instead, he just wanted to cuddle with him.

That's it.

That's how it was for the first few months. Simon never laid his hands on you, only wanting comfort and casual conversation. The strong defenses Simon put up were slowly coming down as he opened more about himself and you did the same.

Both of you felt something. It was taboo for a hybrid and a human to fall in love and be together, but you both didn't care. It was then you warned Simon about your heat and how you wanted to share that with him.

Simon was skeptical and questioned if that's what you truly want. You reaffirmed your stance, giving Simon a peck on the cheek.

XXX

Hunter! Simon was lurking through the forest. It's bunny season! Especially bunny hybrid's heat season. He's heard one was around this part of the forest. His eyes scanned the area before laying them on your figure. Your floppy ear sticking up and your cute cotton tail twitching.

Target acquired. Despite the clothing he was wearing, Simon slowly and quietly approached the bunny hybrid. His cock was throbbing in his pants as he imagined the things he'd do. Being in a reasonable difference, Simon launched himself and pinned the bunny hybrid.

"T's my lucky day. Have a bunny all to myself." Hunter! Simon groaned as he hastily unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out. He spread your cheeks apart to show your slick insides. Globs of the thick substances dripped out as he positioned his cock at your hole.

Hunter! Simon figured you didn't need prep due to your slickness being enough (And because you told him) and rammed his cock all the way inside. The forest was filled with moans and cries of pleasure as Simon fucked your hot insides.

Hunter! Simon hasn't experienced anything like this in a long time. You were so tight and wet, perfect conditions for him. He could see your cute cock flopping with each thrust. A string of precum oozed from the tip as Simon wrapped his hand around it and stroked it with rhythm.

Hunter! Simon didn't last long as he spurted thick ropes of cum inside your ass. He bellowed as he squeezed your cock. The stimulation was enough to make you cum. "Was that good, luv?" Simon rasped as he calmed down.

You nodded eagerly but continued to use Simon's cock. You didn't care that he came already-- your heat was in full swing.

Fuck like bunnies. This was gonna be the same for a while.

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sttoru · 1 year ago

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⠀𝝑𝑒 ⠀ DARLING, CAN I BE YOUR FAVORITE?

a series of (separate) fictional stories including true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. these stories take place in the heian era—an era where the king of curses ruled the jujutsu society in terms of power & strength—and focuses mainly on his harem. ྅

note. there are general warnings that are implemented in each piece down below ; size difference, being the main one. for more specific warnings please read the tags on each work.

requests are open, check the req rules on the author’s blog.

status. ongoing, until said otherwise by the author.

ONE SHOTS. I’LL BE YOUR GIRL, LET YOU TASTE IT

sukuna’s favorite concubine’s not-so-hidden jealousy ; sfw to suggestive

trying to break his favorite concubine’s innocence ; nsfw

dealing with harassment from the other concubines ; hurt to comfort, fluff, sfw

claiming ownership over his favourite concubine ; nsfw

letting his favorite concubine try to be on top of him for once ; nsfw

only kissing his favorite concubine and no one else ; sfw

sukuna’s favorite concubine stands up for herself, finally ; sfw

sukuna’s favorite concubine being clingy ; sfw

using his favorite concubine as stress relief ; nsfw

showing off his clingy favorite concubine in the throne room ; nsfw

his favorite concubines being injured and hiding it ; sfw

breaking his favorite concubine’s heart ; sfw

sukuna’s urges take over when being intimate with his favorite concubine [i bet on losing dogs] ; (n)sfw

sukuna’s jealousy evolves into another bloodbath ; sfw

sukuna apologising to his favorite concubine ; sfw

soon: teaching his favorite (bratty) concubine some proper manners ; nsfw

DRABBLES. I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT, YEAH, JUST TAKE IT

using his tummy mouth to please his concubine ; nsfw

sukuna coming back home ; sfw

playing in the rain sfw

HCS / OTHER. MY NAME IS WHATEVER YOU MAKE IT

sukuna’s favourite little concubine on her period ; sfw

tba.

CR. STTORU 2024

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wingfleur · 1 month ago

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# — suguru is the type to make you work for it.

i found myself inspired by @snail-day's characterization of geto and ended up writing this half-decent fic about him. her stuff is so good, and she’s, like, the sweetest person ever. this mainly reads as canon!geto, but you can imagine him as yandere!geto, too. he comes off kinda-sorta-lowkey smothering, so i think both work. where there's a will, there's a way! :-) | wc: 1.4k words.

cw: nsfw mdni (18+), afab!reader, porn no plot, explicit sex (p in v), cowgirl, copious amounts of edging, suguru's a little mean :(, a sickening amount of praise (reader!recieving), creampie!!!, suguru says thank you for letting him hit like all the men in my fics do <3

when geto suguru tells you he’ll wait, you initially think he’s joking.

it’s not like what he said was all that funny, but you can't help but laugh because, well, it was absurd. you’ve never been with someone who actually made you keep bouncing after the first or second time you complained while riding them, let alone offer to wait patiently as you took a break to regather your bearings. normally, it was like clockwork: you’d bat your lashes for a little bit, then whine for a little while longer, and before you knew it, you’d find yourself on your back with your knees shoved up to your chest, but now? well, right now, your thighs burn, your lashes are wet with unshed tears, and you’ve been fucking yourself up and down on suguru’s cock longer than you’ve ever done for anybody else in your life. but despite your numerous cries for relief, suguru doesn’t move. in fact, he remains steadfast in his position below you, softly smiling as he coos at you while running a warm hand up your side.

as much as you appreciate the sentiment, no amount of praise is able to speed up how long it takes you to get going again.

it’s hard to be mad when the pain is addictive. you’re dizzy off it; suguru’s cock stretches you out in a way that’s just right, his tip pressing against spots inside you that you could never dream of reaching yourself. the really unfair part, however, is that while you’re sweaty and red in the face, breathing hard as your legs tremble with exertion, suguru looks devilishly handsome. strands of his hair cling to his forehead from sweat, and those violet eyes of his are locked shamelessly on the way your cunt is spread around his cock, his shaft glistening in the low light from your slick.

the obscene sight is enough to make his jaw tick.

those dark eyes of his look up at your face, but in all honesty, you’re too busy trying not to fall over to see it. luckily for you, that’s exactly what he thinks is cute— seeing your focus, your head ducked down, too busy watching the way your thighs meet his hips over and over again. you swear he has a sixth sense when it comes to finding ways to embarrass you, because just as you fall into something resembling a rhythm despite it objectively being choppy, suguru jerks his hips up into you to throw you off balance. it tears a wanton moan from you— a sound of longing deep from inside your chest— and suguru finds himself surprised by how much effort it takes to choke a moan back at the sight.

“almost there,” he says instead, hand soothing the top of one of your thighs before sliding up further. he rests his palm on the fat of your hip and he splays his fingers in a way that allows his thumb to rub circles into your clit. “you're doing so good.”

like always, suguru’s words are soft and gentle, but you find them dripping down your spine like hot honey as you register how frayed he sounds around the edges. for the first time in the past god-knows-how-long, you feel relief, because this means suguru’s close. you wouldn't know this, but he always gets close fast whenever he’s buried deep in you, but for your sake, he chokes it down, content to wait as long as you need for you to bring yourself to the precipice of your own pleasure.

unfortunately, that realization doesn’t change how much you are struggling.

at this point, you hardly have the strength to go on— to keep lifting yourself on your knees to then painstakingly slide down the pulsing shaft of suguru’s cock. it’s infuriating; you’re on the cusp of an orgasm you can just tell will turn you to dust, yet just as it’s about to crest, it peskily continues to stay just out of reach. without fail, your legs begin to give out every time, dropping you right onto suguru’s lap where you can no longer stand to move. and, without fail, suguru patiently brings a hand up to your face, unsticking any stray hairs that are sticking to your skin.

“i can’t,” you wheeze defeatedly, forehead knocking against the headboard of the bed. suguru looks up at you with so much admiration that you’re tempted to call it nauseating, his palms sliding down from your face, to your jaw, to your chest, before perching on your thighs.

“you can,” he quietly says in reply, blunt nails dragging slowly across the top of your skin. goosebumps flare up as a result, a shiver shooting through you like lightning. “if you need to take a break, then take one.”

it's bewildering, the way he still sounds so patient, even when you know he's also hardly hanging on. briefly, it makes you wonder what the fuck is wrong with him.

“i’ll wait.”

and just like he said, he waits. he waits until your weight slumps against him, labored breathing slowing where your nose is pressed into his neck. he waits until the involuntary tremble of your thighs completely ceases, stilling where they tightly bracket his hips. he waits until his effort pays off, eyes fluttering the moment your hips begin to roll against his, hands balled up into fists on either of his sides.

“‘m gonna cum,” you gasp with finality, each roll of your hips desperate and deep. suguru’s brows furrow and his lips part as he fails to strangle a moan, a surge of pleasure from watching you finally make it causing a chill to run down his spine.

“let go,” suguru whispers, still as a stone statue with his hips glued to the bed. just as he has all night, aside from his brief bout of mischief, he lets you take what you need from him. it's dizzying, how easily his hand finds your hip so that he can resume rubbing your clit, working you in slow, firm circles that you continuously press into with every rut against him. “you’ve earned it.”

by the time your thighs begin to burn again, your eyes are so tightly shut that you see nothing but black, but at this point, you’ve decided that nothing is gonna get between you and finishing. despite the way your body protests, you push through the sting until your vision turns white, a violent tremor wracking your body as an orgasm washes over you like a wave.

god, it feels so warm. warm enough to make the tear rolling down your cheek feel cool, dropping onto suguru’s skin before rolling down his own sweaty chest. suguru coos softly at you about how good you are and how beautiful you look the entire time until you’re twitching and achy, his balls twitching between his thighs as he waits.

patiently, adoringly, lovingly.

by the time he lets up and you bonelessly slump against him, suguru wraps his arms around you and slides his calloused hands down the skin of your back. he stops when his hands reach your ass, taking hold of each cheek as he begins to bounce you up and down himself.

“just relax,” he breathes against the shell of your ear. “i’ll take care of the rest.”

you whine pathetically against his neck, resting all of your weight against your front as he fucks you on his cock. suguru’s breathing is labored and the moans he’s been holding back finally start to bleed through, desperate, needy, and so incredibly hot as he finally holds you down to fill you with his cum.

“fuck,“ he whispers, jaw tight and thighs clenched as his hips smack against your ass. his eyes are locked on where your body meets, eyelids fluttering as his eyes finally give in to the urge to roll back. “‘m cumming—”

he shoots into you in long, thick ropes, hips twitching with the primal urge to carve himself a place inside of you. large hands press into the fat of your hips, nails biting into your skin as he comes utterly undone, all for you.

then, when his cock stops pulsing inside you and his breathing evens out, the red blush on his cheeks fading into an exerted pink, he presses a kiss against your cheek, arms coming to wrap around your waist. you don’t make a sound, and suguru doesn’t expect you to.

“thank you, sweetheart.”

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bodhiscurls · 1 month ago

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put a little love on me. ( bodhi durran )

after a surprise attack on bodhi, being jumped by four cadets you're the first person he runs to. or alternatively, fire signet reader using her hands as a diffuser after she washes his curls.

pairing: bodhi durran x fem! reader

themes: fluff mainly, mentions of blood.

a soft thud lands at your door.

it's not strong enough to be a knock which alarms you. nobody you know has any reason to be at your door and the one person who does can just walk right through the wards. you knot your brows in confusion and turn the handle, a body immediately collapsing into yours.

"bodhi?" your heart stops as you catch his tired frame before he does more damage and hits the stone floor. his breath is hot on your skin as he lets out a groan, hand clutching his side. "bodhi?" you whisper again, "come on babe we gotta get you up," and you make a plan to move him to the bed.

he's heavy and so warm, the sweat trickling from his brows and down to the sides of your neck. by the time you've sat him upright, you're heaving for air.

"you're okay right?" he makes out through a wince. he lets go of the side of his ribs he's been clutching since he landed at the door and reaches for your hands, looking to your gaze. you stand above him and the muscles in neck ache to reach up but he does it to meet your worried eyes.

"i'm fine," you stress, "what the fuck happened to you?" and he lets out a sigh of relief, shoving his head into your stomach to relieve the pressure. your fingers find his hair and you tug at the strands, blood still wet flattening his usual bounce of curls and you pull back.

at the withdraw of your touch he opens his eyes again, "some asshole cadets jumped me on my way back," and he fights to stand up. your hands immediately go to his shoulders and plant him back down onto your soft sheets with a quiet but forceful shush. the warning in your eyes is scary enough to make him comply immediately and he relaxes at the sight of you being safe.

it takes you a second to let realisation hit and when it does your heart splits open in to. he didn't head straight for the healers, he came straight here for you. he assessed and asked how you were even as he was collapsing in your embrace.

"i thought they would've tried coming for you too," he lets out softly, fingers itching to cradle your face gently and you lean into his touch.

"where are they now?" you ask in the quiet of your bedroom.

"dead," he hangs his head low but there's no ounce of regret in his being. he did what he had to do to survive and you more than anyone knew that living at this hellhole was a constant matter of survival. "don't know who they are though," he says after a moment.

"i guess we'll find out tomorrow when they meet the death scroll," you run your fingers up and down his arm and he shivers at the touch. "come on big boy, let's get you cleaned up."

bodhi's regained some little strength to lift himself off the bed but you still are slung under his arms, shifting his weight as you both paddle in the direction of your bathroom. he takes a seat on the edge of the bathtub and slowly you peel each layer of clothing off him until he's laid bare.

"fuck," you swear softly.

usually it's said in adoration, in disbelief and absolute love for the man infront of you. only tonight, the feelings are still there but its overshadowed with worry and fear.

"maybe we should get you to a healer," your fearful eyes meets his and he shakes his head softly. you guess he doesn't want to make a fuss, he doesn't want it to be known that he'd been attacked in case it'd fuel further questions about his abilities and strength. as a marked one, you would always be targeted and bodhi durran had accepted his fate as being at risk. he'd still punish those who crossed him with death but it was just part of life.

the blue and purple hues are splattered across his body. there must have been a good few of them to damage this wide and this quickly to him. your eyes land on a gash to his side- the ribs he was clutching earlier and you wet a small towel with some water and hold it to his side as a compress. you're razor focused on his skin, maintaining immediate injuries and calming the fury inside of you at tonight's events.

he places a hand over your own, enveloping you in warmth. "really," he promises, "you should've seen the other guys," he weakly jokes and immediately silences himself when he doesn't find you laughing with him. a scold at the tip of your tongue ready to burn him.

you grab hold of his hand to take over as a compress and make your way around him to start filling up the tap. the sounds of water rushing takes over the angry silence between the two of you, and he wonders what he could possibly say to lighten the load off your shoulders. your hands sink into pool of water forming- a small sizzle before the water heats to a perfect temperature.

"get in,"' you look at him.

"yes ma'am," he holds out his hand for you take and lead him in, and multiple groans leave his mouth as soon as his flesh meets the warmth of the basin.

"fuck me," his muscles relax.

"maybe tomorrow after dinner if you're still alive by then,"' you return and hand him a washcloth. he makes work of it quickly, scrubbing down his body and softening the remenants of blood. his body tenses with pain after a few moments and you take the cloth from him, carrying on into the spots he's missed till hes all clean. he's leaned back into the tub and you refill clean hot water into it.

"yn," he mutters softly.

"yes my love," you're round the back of the tub and bodhi hates that he's hardly gotten to see you face to face tonight but he's thankful more than anything that you're here by his side. you work your way with some shampoo into his roots and he knocks his head back, relishing in your touch.

"please keep doing that," he lets another moan slip from his lips and you massage his head gently. when the rush of water runs through turning clear from the reddish brown splotches, you are satisfied and start with conditioner. you massage and scrunch his hair, tugging at his roots and the spots you know he loves and he enjoys every moment of this. next comes a blend of cream into his hair and you're gentle when you detangle, curling each strand around your fingertips till they drop down onto his forehead. the inky silkiness shining in the dark of your bathroom.

"almost done," you breathe and he nods lightly, finding himself drifting to sleep. your hands heat up with another sizzle and you gently cup each of his curls, taking the time to make sure his hair is dried at a temperature that doesn't burn his scalp.

soft snores envelope the air and a small smile breaks into your lips. you could've lost him tonight. instead of going straight to a healer and safety, he ran to you out of concern for your wellbeing. even as death knocked on his door, you were his first priority and your heart swells.

a tear slips from your eye from the love embodied infront of you and you fight back a sniffle, distracting yourself in hopes the sleeping soldier will stay resting.

your hands heat up with another sizzle and they find the back of his neck and into the muscles at back tracing all the skin thats burned into your memory and he shifts slightly.

"bodhi darling," your voice trickles, heavy with emotion.

"hmm," he stirrs.

"we need to get up my love," and you have the towel ready for him to step into. he complains and groans, wanting to say in the warm slumber for a moment longer but you rest your hand on his.

"come on baby, just a couple more steps and you can sleep as long as you can," you coach. he complies silently, and wraps himself into the towel. you guide him back to the bedroom and sit him back on the bed.

"i'll be back in a moment, just gotta grab some clothes," you press a kiss to his warm forehead. he whines and tugs you back into his grasp and holds you steady as you stand between his legs.

"stay," he mumbles against your skin.

"i will," you promise, "we just have to get you changed." he nuzzles into you and you sigh, weaving your fingers back through his freshly washed hair. it's intimate and seeing him so relaxed, so off guard is special to you knowing you're the only one who's allowed to see this version of him.

the version that carries no burdens only a boyish charm.

"i'll be right back baby," you promise and he nods sleepily. you race to the dresser to find some clothes he's left here last and return within milliseconds. you help him dress and tuck him into the covers, climbing in next to him.

"you're so toasty," he presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek. and you thank the universe for your gift of a signet.

"i'm glad you're okay," your words tug a smile onto his face and he draws you closer till theres no air left between the two of you. "i don't know what i'd do without you," your breath catches in your throat.

he looks up lazily but theres earnest swimming in those brown eyes. "you don't have to," he swears, "because nothing on this earth can keep me from you."

note: don't ask me how there's a war but you have shampoo conditioner curl cream gel and some oil. there just is!

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alluringnectar · 1 year ago

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my baby

pairings; loser!ellie williams x cheerleader! reader

cw; interalized homophobia, angst, tribbing, fingering (r! recieving), fluff, bullying (kinda), making out, slur, petnames like “baby & princess” , not proof read yet!

wc; 17k

life has never been better, you were handed the world at the age of 6. you never had to worry about having no friends, or not having the latest designer bag, and certainly not having everybody wrapped around your finger. you were a cheerleader & from that only, everyone respected you. you dedicated yourself into looks: always on diets, hitting the gyms, getting your nails done, having the most expensive makeup and so much more. you were the most outgoing girl known to mankind, never missing a rager or party. your friend groups were mainly other cheerleaders, and the jocks on the football team. they were assholes, but you didn’t care because so were you.

you never once paid attention in class, especially english. clicking your pen and having your eyes everywhere but the board. you snap out of your daze when your teacher announces that there will be a partner project, and she would assign the groups. you hear your name, and you pray that you get one of your friends but instead you hear the name ellie williams.

“you cannot be fucking serious” you mutter under your breath, looking at ellie whose a row infront of you.

“what was that?” the teacher asked you. “nothing.” you mock her tone, earning a laugh from your classmates.

“alright then everybody get to your partners we don’t have all day!” she claps her hands, urging everyone to switch their seats.

you stay in your seat, motioning ellie to

come where you are. why would you have to move? ellie rolled her eyes, not having the best impression of you either. “look,” ellie says “i wouldn’t have picked you either.” you scoff, “great to know we’re on the same page!” you look at her green eyes, and the way she flutters her eyelash. you were about to say something until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

it was a jock, and you end up talking to him for the rest of the period, not caring to look back at ellie, who was doing all the work. “another prissy bitch.” ellie thinks to herself.

as soon as the bell rings, ellie packs her stuff and leaves as soon as she could. she sees her friends, dina and jesse, and she sighs in relief. “you would not believe who i got paired up with.” dina and jesse both furrow their brows in unison. “a CHEERLEADER! i swear this world is against me, i already know im gonna have to do this project with myself.” dina replies, “yikes , you have it unlucky. i would NOT wanna be you.” jesse laughs and that makes ellie roll her eyes & reply “thanks dina that makes me feel a million times better.” “well jesse and I have to get going, good luck with her!” dina yells while grabbing jesse by the hand and dragging him through the hallways. ellie sighs and puts her back against the locker.

you put your bag down, and flop down on your bed chewing on some protein bars after practice. you grab your laptop and check your grade book. and thats when you see it. you’re gonna fail english class. “shit shit shit!” you tell yourself, pacing around your room in circles. you couldn’t give to shits if you were failing english, but what you did care about is being on academic probation. if you’re put on academic probation, you won’t be able to cheer. you can’t let that happen. so you grabbed your phone, and started texting everyone for ellie’s number. when you finally receive a message with her number, you smile and immediately text her.

“heyyy”

“who is this?”

“your partner in english.”

“why are you texting me?”

“do you wanna come over tomorrow to work on it?”

“is this a joke?”

“ why would i be? i have practice, so is 7:30 good?”

“yeah, ill be there just give me the address.”

it’s the next day and you come from practice drenched in sweat. you go into the shower, making sure its cold so you can relax. as you get out, you put on a robe and some uggs slipper and you hear the bell ring.

you walk over to answer, the fact ellie was supposed to come over completely slipped your mind. you open the door, and you see ellie.

“shit! is it 7:30 already?”

ellie takes full notice you’re in nothing but a robe and she blushes.

“yeah.”

“fuck im so sorry- practice had me exhausted-“

ellie reassures you, telling you it was okay because she found it kinda cute that your hair was wet and your lips were plump.

“here ellie, you can come inside, just stay in my room, i’ll get changed and i’ll be there in a sec.

ellie nods, and sinks down into your bed. she takes a moment to take in everything in your room. she took note of the way your walls were stripped pink and white to the little ballerina jewelry box that looked antique.

you walk into your room handing her some snacks. “do you want some?” “sure.”

ellie says. & now shes starting to think you’re not a total bitch.

this time, you ended up getting no work done but for a different reason. you spent your time gossiping to ellie, about who slept with who, or who did what. you never realized how pretty ellie truly was. her freckles decorated her face like how constellations decorate the sky. you look down into her lips, and ellie stops talking about whatever she was. ellie and you spend a brief moment just gazing into each other’s eyes.

you both get flustered and she breaks the silence by saying “um- do you have a hair tie?” “yeah of course here” and you hand her one.

you look at the time and gasp, it’s almost 11:30. were you guys really talking for that long? “ellie, do you wanna sleep over? or i can walk yo-“ “no, ill sleep over it’s fine.” you nod. grabbing blankets for her, “you can sleep on my bed i’ll sleep on my couch.” ellie scoffs “no fucking way, i’m not taking your bed, i can have the couch.”

and due to both of your guys’ stubbornness, you are laying next to eachother, in the same bed staring at the ceiling. you look over and you see ellie has fallen asleep. she looked so beautiful and her front hair pieces fell on her face, capturing her beautiful. you move your hand to tuck it but then you get this wave of disgust. not to her, but to yourself.

what the fuck am i doing? I can’t like girls. am i stupid? i’m not gonna be seen as some dyke on the cheerleader team. my reputation would be ruined.

you ended up falling asleep teary eyed, scared to accept if these feelings are really true and maybe they’ll go away.

it’s almost summer, and the feelings are still lingering and infact they are stronger than before. after acing the project, you still

continued to hang out with ellie. you and her hung out every friday, and it became a ritual. you were starting to fall in love with her, and you knew there was no way out. everytime your asshole friends said anything about her that was negative, you jumped to defend her name like a knight. “you know the project deadline was months ago, while do you still hangout with her.” slightly irritated you snap, “she isn’t even bad once you get to know her, she’s funny and sweet.”

it wasn’t any different for ellie either, expect she was 100% convinced you were straight. you never once spoke of your sexuality to her, and for any matter guys in general but why would you like her? she grew up playing with worms, while you grew up going on constant vacations. but even though she thought it would never happen, she asked the universe for this one thing. she prayed to a lord she didn’t even believe in, hoping he will for once listen to her.

God works in mysterious ways because you’re sitting in ellie’s room drinking vodka blasting music. it’s odd how vodka can make somebody so honest. ellie was rambling about a story with an ex she had named cat, and drama between the two. she developed a habit of gossiping, probably from you. to make sure you’re still listening, she asks you. “how about you, any boy trouble?” its silent, and you look at her and start sobbing. ellie’s heart drops down to her stomach and instantly grabs you, pulling you close to her. “hey was it something i said? im sorry-“ “no!” you manage to yell out between your broken sobs. “i don’t think i like guys.” “what?” ellie says, shocked from what she heard.

“when i look at you, it’s not the same for any guy. sure i’ve made out with guys, but not even that gives me the same feeling of when im talking to you. i want it to be you so bad, ellie.” you hiccup, tears staining your eyes. “but this is all new for me, and i hate myself for being this way, i had everything anyone could ask for and it feels like im throwing it all away.”

ellie’s mind is going in all directions, the fact you like her. the fact shes finally getting her prayers answered. she pushes it to the side, because what you need is comfort. ellie holds you tight. so tight, you cannot wiggle out of her grasp. “hey baby, it all works out at the end, your existence isn’t a sin, people who truly love you, will accept you for who you are. and you don’t have to figure things out right now, take your time.” ellie replies, hovering her hand over your face to wipe your tears.

you’re looking up at her, inching your face closer to hers. she leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. you’re eager for more, so you grab her hair from behind and sloppily slid your mouth inside. ellie pulls away from the kiss, to get air, saliva connecting you guys to each other.

“hey els?” you say softly, having your knees tucked in.

“yeah?”

“since school is ending, there’s gonna be a rager. do you wanna come?”

ellie smiles at you, accepting your offer.

“i’ll be there.”

it’s the day of the rager, and ellie’s at her house with dina and jesse on her bed. “are you sure you really wannq go?” dina asks. ellie’s throwing her clothes everywhere, looking for an outfit to wear. “yeah,” jesse adds on “she doesn’t look like somebody who would hang out with you, what if this is all a prank?” ellie stops to look at them. “guys, i know you’re concerned but trust me on this, okay?” they nod their heads. “whatever happens, you can always tell us okay? whatever you choose to do , we’re with you.” ellie smiles and pulls them into a group hug. she’s wearing a wife pleaser, red flannel, and some jeans. shes tying her converse, she walks out the door, saying “wish me luck!”

she arrives at the house, and the music is so loud she can hear it from where she’s at. nervously she turns to twist the door knob and instantly she goes looking for you. she’s happy today after what happen yesterday, and she’s thinking to herself nothing can change her mood. until she saw you. you had a red solo cup in your hand. you were with a jock, who made it pretty clear he wanted you. was ellie a joke? was everything you said to her nothing after all? her friends were right. clenched fists, she turns to head out of the party, rushing to her car trying not to cry.

the jock wouldn’t take no for an answer, you’ve made it clear you’re not interested in him. “don’t be like that, i see the way you look at me.” you scrunch up your nose in disgust. “well you must be fucking blind.” and thats when you see in the corner of your eye, ellie. “fuck!” you murmur to yourself. ellie is already going towards the exist. as she’s walking down the steps of the porch. you scream, “wait! it’s not what it looks like, i swear-“

“do you think im a fucking joke? you made me feel like a fool.”

“ellie i swear nothing happened i was-“

“were you telling him your pranked worked? were you laughing about me? it’s done. i hope you had your fun.”

ellie is about to turn your back on you.

“ellie im in love with you!” you yell. loud enough

that people from the outside were looking at what was happening.

ellie looks around, “you’re drunk.”

“yes im drunk but that doesn’t change the fact im in love with you. the man that was talking to me. i was telling him to leave me alone. i only have eyes for you ellie! anybody who knows me has to get to know you first!” you breath starts to hitch, knowing you’re about to cry and how people are listening but you no longer care.

“i use to cry, praying that God took these feelings away. now im praying to God for letting me meet you. God knew I needed you Ellie.”

ellie stands there in disbelief, she doesn’t know what to say but her heart is about to explode. she runs to you, takes your hand and takes sits you in the passenger seat. closing the door, she starts the car and starts driving. she looks over at you, and you’re already staring at her. she places a hand on your thigh, and caresses it. “you’re perfect in every way, ways im not. i couldn’t believe somebody as amazing as you would want me, and im sorry.”

you smile, and place your hand on top of hers, “it’s okay, we were both pretty caught up” you giggle.

she would fight the world to hear that giggle again.

she pulls up to your driveway, and shes about to drive off but you ask her to stay the night. and how could she say no to that pretty face of yours?

it’s all dark, but you hold her hand and she follows you into your room. you play some music on your record player.

“do you like mazzy star els?”

“i dont listen to her much, but her voice is pretty.”

you walk up to her, and hold her by the waist. ellie looks down at you and pressed her lips onto yours. you close your eyes, melting into the kiss. you start getting hungrier for more, and you open your mouth to let her tongue slip into yours. the kisses start getting needier, and she walks you until your laying back on your bed. you straddle her waist, and she puts a hand up your dress causing you to whine.

“you’re okay with this right?”

“of course els, please hurry.”

“please what?”

you look away from her gaze, shyly, you fiddle with the seams of ellies wife pleaser and whisper to her , “please touch me, it can only be you.” and with that, ellie is slipping your dress off. kissing your collarbone all the way down to the welts of your breast. she takes off your matching set of panties and bra. and her cold hands on pinching your nipples make your back arch into her touch. she sucks on your nipples, flicking her tongue on it back and forth earning whimpers from you each and every time.

“n-need you els..” you stutter. “im not going anywhere baby.” she chuckles, her breath on your beast making you close your eyes in pleasure. “im gonna touch you now okay? tell me when to stop.” she slides her fingers between your folds.

“already so wet for me princess” and as she hovers to your face to kiss you, her front pieces of her hair are touching your own face. you’re sloppily making out with her, moaning into her mouth.

then she puts two of her fingers in, feeling you instantly clench around them. you start moaning louder and louder “ellie! ellie faster!” and she listens to you, curling her fingers even faster before hitting you in the g spot. your thighs start shaking. and your grabbing onto ellie’s fore arm, clawing it for any way to feel relief.

your moans reach an all time high and you know you’re almost there. im- im about to cum els!” and she starts sucking on your neck, “let it out for me baby, you deserve it come on.” and you reach your climax, sweating and panting. she takes her fingers out of you and sucks them. “you taste so good, everything about you is so sweet.”

still fucked out, you murmured incoherent sentences. “i wanna feel you against me els, please, please.” and ellie looks at you, grabbing your waist to pull you up. you looked at her in this love dovey expression and her heart skips a beat. “can i take this off?” you ask and she gulps and nods. you take off her flannel. then wife pleaser. then her jeans. leaving her in underwear and her sports bra, which now you’re taking off her underwear.

as for the most part both of you are naked, you place your cunt onto hers. you grind against her lightly. both of you whimpering sweet nothings. “i love you els i love you i love you” as you both of you are sweating, holding onto eachother, kissing as you slide on her and feel both of your holes clenching around nothing. “you’re doing so good f’ me” ellie blabbers. both of you are starting to reach your orgasms as you both moan in a higher octave, clawing at each others back, and feeling yourself twitch.

“i think im gonna cum i think-“ “come with me, be a good girl for me please.” she tells you needly, but you can’t even tease her because you want this just as much, if not more. both of you reach your climax, beads of sweat running down each of your fore heads. you disconnect yourself from her cunt. both of your arousals sticking to each other in a way your bodies seem like they’re made to mold into each other’s.

you collapse onto the back of your bed. ellie crawls to lay on your chest. kissing you over and over again, as a way to praise you. you giggle and run your hands through her hair, massaging her scalp.

“shouldn’t we clean up ellie?” you inquire, and you feel her breath on you again as she says “i wanna stay like this.” you nod and you bring blankets over you guys.

“im in love with you too.” ellie tells you.

“i think you showed me already.” you laughed.

“so are we girlfriends?” ellie asks you, looking up at you.

you kiss ellie, and tell her “if you go to every one of my practices.”

safe to say there was never a practice ellie didn’t go to.

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rafeandonlyrafe · 1 year ago

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stress relief

words: 1.1k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, male receiving handjob and oral, semi dub con (mainly power dynamics), bimbo!reader, ceo!rafe

“hey y/n.” rafes secretary says as you quickly make your way past her desk with a quick wave and into your bosses office, knowing you're a few minutes late.

“hi, bossman.” you smile wide as you enter, placing his iced coffee down on the coaster that stays sat out and ready.

“y/n, thank god you're here.” rafe groans, pushing himself away from his laptop, needing a break from staring at the screen.

“im only like five minutes late.” you pout, already feeling tears well up in your eyes. “it's just because your coffee was taking a long time and-”

“no, i don't care about that.” rafe shakes his head quickly. the second he saw you in the lobby, among the line of girls waiting to interview for his assistant position, he knew you'd be chosen.

tight pink shirt showing off your cleavage and a skirt that was clearly bought just for the interview, twice the length of what rafe guessed was your average skirt length, and quickly figured out he was right when you reverted back to your mini skirts.

“oh, okay.” all the negative emotions you were feeling are gone as you shrug.

“but i do need you for something. come here.” rafe beckons you over and you move quickly to the other side of the desk.

“what is it ya need?” you ask, quirking your head to the side.

“need some stress relief.” rafe grunts, adjusting the front of his pants from where he's painfully pressing against the zipper.

“okay, like a massage?” you question. you're not sure what the normal functions of an assistant to a ceo entails, but for how much you're getting paid, you're willing to do pretty much anything.

“yes, a massage.” rafe nods enthusiastically. “exactly. and i have one place that really needs to be massaged.”

“mmkay.” you nod, figuring it's his shoulders or something, when rafe tugs at his zipper and pulls his painfully hard cock out.

“oh my god!” you squeal, covering your face quickly, palms smacking against your cheeks.

“no, no.” rafe says calmly. “this is just part of the job, okay?”

“i… are you sure?”

“yes. now come give me a massage so i can get back to work.”

“okay…” you take a better look at his dick, hard and long with a decent size to it that makes you imagine something you definitely shouldn't about your boss. you shake the thoughts out of your head and grab your desk chair from the corner of the room and drag it towards rafe.

you sit down next to him, glancing again between his eyes and his exposed privates. rafe gives you an encouraging nod, and there's no way your boss would lie to you, right?

your hand reaches out to grasp rafes cock, swallowing thickly to ignore the urge to wrap your lips around it as you begin to stroke him.

“is that good?” you question.

“yeah, real good, just keep going.” rafe relaxes into his chair, plush and comfortable for the long hours he spends in the office, always arriving before you and leaving long after you've called it quits for the day.

you reach your other hand forward as well, working his length with both hands. you tug your lower lip between your teeth, focusing on his pleasure as you jack him off.

rafe keeps mostly quiet, just a slight increase in the noise of his exhales, but not quite yet a sigh. you leave one hand moving up and down his length and bring the other to the head of his cock, moving in teasing swirls before swiping the pad of your thumb right over his tip.

“oh, that's good.” rafe mutters, his eyes blinking hard to stay open, wanting to remember exactly what it's like to have you leaning forward, breasts almost spilling out as your hands work on his cock.

“anything for you boss.” you smile. you do love working for rafe. being his assistant is mostly just running errands for him, but even that doesn't take up enough of your time, so you end up online shopping and picking at your nails until 5pm hits.

“you are really good at massages.” rafe smirks, and you don't catch his implication. that you're experienced and not in literal massages.

“thanks.” you feel your cheeks blush, face heating. it's hard to get a compliment out of rafe. the nicest thing you think he's ever done is when you caught him staring at your ass as you walked away.

“keep doing that.” rafe says when you cup your hand over the head of his cock, rubbing your palm against his leaky tip.

“mmkay.” you hum again, your usual response to any of rafes demands. your other hand keeps stroking over his length, squeezing just tight enough to have rafes lower jaw dropping in pleasure.

you both jump when the phone begins to ring. rafe reaches over to quickly end the call when he sees who it is.

“stop, it's tokyo.” rafe whispers as your hands continue to move. even though you keep yourself out of the business side, you know how big of a deal the companies japanese partners are.

“answer it!” you squeal, but your hands continue to move.

rafe know he can't keep them waiting so he quickly accepts the call, trying to fix his voice while you stare at him, still stroking almost absentmindedly up and down his cock.

rafe answers the question the representative on the other end has as you drop one hand down to fondle his balls, squeezing your hand into the opening in his pants to touch them.

rafe pulls the phone receiver away from his mouth as he lets out a quiet curse, eyes pleading for you to stop, but you can't make yourself, and rafe certainly won't push your hands away when he's longed to have them on him for so long.

rafes voice is shaky as he answers questions, his cock pulsing in your hand, tip turning pink as you realize what is about to happen.

you look around for something to catch his cum as his cock pulses in your hand but you come up with nothing, so you drop your head and wrap your mouth around the head of his cock just as he begins to cum, sucking gently to empty him as you obediently swallow.

your hands fall away as you look up at rafe, lips locked around his cock. you give one final suck that has him gasping before covering it up with a cough before you pull off with a pop.

you don't even need to be asked as you tuck rafe back into his pants as he finishes up his call, tossing the phone down the second he says sayonara.

“shit.” rafe groans.

“is your stress relieved now?” you ask, somehow still looking the perfect mix of innocent and sluty even though your lipgloss is smeared from rafes cock.

“yeah.” rafe nods. “and next time i want a massage with your mouth.”

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togrowoldinv · 7 months ago

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Secret Santa

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When Natasha gets your name for Secret Santa, she tries to think of the perfect gift for you

Note: I’m back! Well, technically I never left but I’ve been up to my ears in studying for the cpa exam. I took what was hopefully my last exam today, and let Natasha come back into my brain lol. Enjoy this holiday fluff!

Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist

“Okay, on to the topic of the Christmas party. What if do Secret Santa names this year?” Tony suggests.

“What does that entail?” Steve asks what everyone else is thinking.

“Well, we’d all write down a few things we like. It gives the person who gets your name an idea of what you want,” Tony explains.

“I like it,” Steve agrees. “What does everyone think?”

A chorus of sures and okays follow.

“Y/n, can you take care of it?” Steve asks.

You agree easily. You’ve always loved the holidays so the idea of helping the Avengers have a good one is exciting. Especially since it’s your first year with the team.

You get everyone’s names on notecards and spend the rest of the day getting everyone to fill them out with gift ideas. Wanda helps you collect them from the team before the next team meeting the next morning.

“Okay, everyone I have all of the names here. Draw one and whatever you get is what you have. No switching allowed,” you tell the team, mainly Tony.

You eyeball him as you say it and he at least pretends to look offended before he grins.

When you get to Natasha, you smile at her shyly.

“What if I get my own name?” She asks with a smirk.

She reaches into the bowl of names before you can answer. Her expression is unreadable as she looks at the card.

“Good?” You ask.

“It’s good,” Natasha replies.

You move on and keep going until everyone’s been picked. You got Wanda, which should be super easy.

On the other hand, Natasha got you. She thinks about it for a few days before deciding that she doesn’t want to get you anything on your list. She decides to go to your best friend on the team for advice.

“You got a second?” Natasha asks, knocking on Wanda’s open doorframe.

“Oh,” the girl is caught off guard. She doesn’t spend much time talking to Nat aside from about missions. “Sure.”

Natasha walks in and closes the door behind her. She sits down at Wanda’s desk across from where the girl sits on her bed.

“Is everything okay?” Wanda asks.

Natasha doesn’t immediately assure her it is and she gets worried. “So, I got y/n for secret santa.”

Wanda’s tenseness goes away and she can’t help a little smirk forming as Nat is talking.

“And I know she has things on this list,” she says. “But I don’t think a single one of these things is good enough for her. I don’t know what I should get for her, but she deserves the best gift.”

“Natasha,” Wanda interjects. “You’re taking this way too seriously.”

“Oh,” Nat expresses. “She- well she loves Christmas, right? I saw how excited she’s been about the tree and then the secret Santa and the movies. All of it. I want it to be special for her.”

“That’s really sweet,” Wanda says. “You like her, huh.”

“Can you help me?” Natasha keeps the focus on the conversation at hand. She does like you though.

“Of course. Anything for y/n.”

“Thank you,” Natasha says, feeling the relief set in.

The two brainstorm ideas for a couple of hours. When Wanda shows late for your usual nightly dinner, she wears a grin.

“What?” You ask her. “Fun with Vision?”

Wanda chuckles and you share a laugh with her.

“Who’d you get for Secret Santa?” You ask her.

“I can’t tell you,” she says.

“Sure you can.”

“Who’d you get?” She counters.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Sure you can,” she mocks you.

The rest of the days leading up to Christmas go by fast. Unfortunately everyone had to go on a mission on Christmas Eve, so you’re all exhausted on Christmas Day morning.

Tony postponed the gift exchange until later in the day, and everyone is much more rested by then.

Even with the hustle and bustle, you notice Natasha hasn’t made it to the get together yet.

“Hey Clint, where’s Nat?” You ask the archer. He was working closely with her on the mission.

“I think she just needed to take some time alone.”

“Oh, okay.”

You go about the party for a few more minutes before deciding to go check on Natasha.

You go to her room and knock on the door. She takes a minute to answer, but finally the door opens to reveal a distressed Natasha.

Her hair is messy and she’s wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. You haven’t seen her this way before.

“Hey,” you say. “We missed you down there.”

“Sorry,” she says. “Uh, come in.”

Her room is clean and exactly like you expected it. There are a few photos of Natasha and Clint’s family on a dresser, but that’s really the extent of the decor.

“Are you okay?” You ask her.

“Yeah, just a bad mission.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Nat says. “It’s a me problem.”

“Hey, we’re teammates. And- we’re friends. It’s an us problem.”

Natasha can’t help but smile a little at that. You make her feel better by just being here.

“I don’t think I’m in the party mood. The guys aren’t so sensitive to my feelings.”

“Hey, that’s alright. I’ll just take your gift if you want me to. I’ll make sure it gets to the right person,” you explain.

“Oh, actually I had you. And I didn’t get a gift off of your list.”

Your eyes go wide. You didn’t even consider that Nat would get you. Thinking back to your list, you hope she didn’t find anything you wrote down as lame.

“Not because they were bad ideas. It’s just- I wanted to do something more meaningful,” she reads your mind.

Natasha crosses the room and grabs a box out of her closet. It’s wrapped nicely.

“You wrapped that?” You ask.

“You seem surprised,” Nat jokes. “I have skills.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” you say before blushing a bit. She smirks.

She hands you the box and you sit down on the edge of her bed together to open it. Nat watches you shyly as you open the gift.

“Natasha,” you whisper as you reveal the gift.

It’s a beautiful locket necklace.

“Open it,” she says.

On the inside of the locket, there’s a photo of your family. Your favorite photo to be exact.

“How did you-“

“Wanda helped,” Nat says. “I know you’ve been missing home since you joined the Avengers. I thought you’d want to have a piece of them with you on missions.”

“Natasha, that’s- well that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” you say, fighting back tears.

“You like it then?”

“I love it. Thank you,” you say sincerely. “Will you put it on me?”

Nat nods and takes the necklace from your hands. She unclasps it and stands behind you to put it around your neck. Her hands are gentle as she clasps the necklace and brushes against your skin.

“Beautiful,” she says when you stand and face her.

“You are, yeah,” you surprise her by saying. You dare to reach out for her hand. She takes it easily and interlocks your fingers. “I wish I got you something.”

“Oh, I think you just gave me the best gift,” Natasha says.

“I did?”

“Mhm,” she confirms. “Come here.”

Natasha leans in, pulling you closer to her with the hand that’s free by the back of your neck. Her gentle hand from before has a bit more urgency.

You can’t help but smile as she kisses your lips. Finally, both of you think. Finally.

“Merry Christmas, y/n,” Natasha says when she breaks for air.

“Merry Christmas, Natasha.”

It doesn’t take long before you add a photo of Natasha to the other side of your locket. She’s with you always. Right beside your heart.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort #Christmas!#hopefully I’m a cpa soon #life has been busy busy #studying like it’s going out of style #wanda maximoff #steve rogers #tony stark

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hey-itsdollie · 13 days ago

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Helloooo one thing first have you seen the art you do, I mean it makes me want to chefs kiss god you are incredible marry me and second could you make a story where his wife prepares dinner for them after a day of being very tired that it is their favorite or from their country of origin that they like and they get sentimental or spicy you can decide with Marc Snuffy, Lavinho, Loki, Chris Prince, Noel Noa, Ego Jinpachi, Barou, Yukimiya, Reo, Nagi, Kaiser, Chigiri and Shidou and Bunny Iglesias (I know it's a long list sorry my life) if you want you can remove my lover and take care, eat well, drink water and sleep well muac muac

Welcome Home

This is so cute! I got another request similar to this one so there will be multiple parts<3

‧₊˚ ┊ In which the bllk guys come home to the dinner their wife made<3

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » marc snuffy. loki. noel noa. lavinho.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ fluff, might be a little suggestive, female reader, established relationship, aged up!

Part 1 -u are here!-, Part 2

── .✦ Marc Snuffy

Snuffy let out a breath of relief once he made it to his front porch. Bag in hand as he unlocked the door and walked in. Immediately being hit with the familiar smell of home.

“Cuore mio?” He called softly, his eyes looking around mindlessly. His body became more sluggish due to being in the comfort of his home.

You peaked your head out from the kitchen and smiled. Walking over to him after folding your apron and placing it aside.

Snuffy was quick to embrace you, burying his face into your hair, taking in your smell as if he had been away for years and needed a refresher.

“Welcome home honey.” You greeted with a bright smile, your eyes softening at the sight of exhaustion on your husband’s face. “The team worked you over time huh?” You hummed as Snuffy sighed.

“Yeah- hey what’s that smell?” He took notice of the familiar smell once more. Realizing quickly it wasn’t just the normal smell of their home.

He watched your eyes brighten and take his hand in your own, dragging him to the dining room.

“Take a seat, I’ll be right back!”

Snuffy sat at the table, curiously watching you run into the kitchen. Not even a minute passed before you came back, a bowl in hand walking carefully to the table.

“Huh, what did you make?” He questioned looking up at you curiously. You smiled and placed the food on the table, his eyes widening at the nostalgic sight.

“Cuore mio you didn’t…” He muttered as you let out a giggle.

In front of Snuffy was a bowl of stuffat tal-fenek, a dish that was often served back in his childhood home.

You left once more before coming back with unopened wine and a basket of bread to complete the dinner display.

You sat down beside him as he took your hand in his. Raising your knuckles to his lips, keeping eye contact as he looked at you lovingly.

“I love you…” He whispered as your heart melted from his words. His lips grazed over your wedding ring, the same ring he slipped onto your finger only ten years ago.

── .✦ Julian Loki

“Ma chérie, I’m home.”

You turned just finishing with setting the dinner table hearing your husband’s words. Loki had followed the sound of your footsteps, walking into the room and noticing the dinner you had made.

“Ah Julian.” You breathed walking to him and looping your arms around his neck. Your husband’s exhausted eyes looked over the food, taking in the sight of a familiar dish from his home country.

“Boeuf Bourguignon?” he questioned–mainly to himself as you smiled, pulling back from the small embrace, keeping your arms around him. “Your favorite right?”

You thought it would be nice to make the dish considering the two of you hadn’t had it since your wedding night.

Loki turned his attention back to you and kissed you slowly yet lovingly. You melted into the kiss as he pulled you closer to him, your bodies melting together where you stood.

“It must’ve taken you all day… did you rest?” He questioned looking you over as his hand came to rest against your cheek.

Leaning into his touch you nodded, “Yes Julian, I rested. Let’s eat so you can rest as well.”

Listening to your words he brought you to the table, splitting apart to sit in separate seats. Comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you ate dinner. Loki kept his hand on your thigh, caressing your skin gently as he used his free hand to eat.

“This is delicious…” He complimented wiping his face with a napkin as his dish was empty. His wine glass only had around two or three sips left.

“I’m glad, there is plenty left if you want seconds.” You replied with a sweet smile, still eating your first bowl. “I’m good for now, thank you.”

── .✦ Noel Noa

Your husband walked through the door, duffel bag in hand as he slipped his shoes off silently. Soft hums danced through his ears as the smell of food was drawn in by his nose.

The white-haired man walked further into the shared home, his eyes catching sight of you preparing dinner with a warm smile.

He let out a soft sigh, the smell registering in his mind as his heart skipped realizing what dish you were currently making.

“Coq au Vin Blanc…” Noel murmured, wrapping his arms around you from behind. His lips left kisses in their wake around your neck. Being slightly ticklish you laughed and tilt your head to look at him slightly.

“Welcome home Noel.” You greet sweetly as he hummed and pulled you closer to him. Even though he wasn’t much of a people person, the fact he could come home after a tiring day to the sight of his wife cooking for him and waiting for him made most days worth it.

“You did all of this for me?” He whispered as you nodded, your breath hitching from his touch on your hips–the sound of his husky voice echoing in your mind.

“Of course, you’ve been working so hard as of late. I thought you needed a nice meal.”

Your response made the male groan, his grip tightening. He wasn’t sure he would be able to make it through dinner. He needed you so bad already.

You turned looking up at him with innocent, willing love that made it even harder for him to hold back.

“Let’s eat dinner quickly…”

You laughed and just went along with his words not entirely sure what the gleam in his eyes was coming from.

── .✦ Lavinho

“I’m home!”

You heard your husband’s exclaim making a smile grow on your features. Calling back that you were in the kitchen, Lavinho quickly made his way to you. His long arms slinking around your body as he hugged you tightly.

Rocking the two of you back and forth before he paused, noticing the meal you had made.

“Ah, no way!” He happily stated a smirk forming on his face. He lifted you into the air and spun you around.

“You’re the best.” He groaned as you laughed from his actions. Lavinho and you had quite an energetic relationship. Almost fast pace some would say considering you were childhood sweethearts and got married two years ago.

“So when did you learn how to make feijoada?” Lavinho questioned setting you down on the ground as you plated the food. “I’ve been taking some classes–there’s still so many dishes I haven’t learned yet.”

Lavinho loved you and your passion for cooking. The wedding was small and you made all the food for it. Even though he tried to have you rest and relax on your special day. But he knew the food probably wouldn’t have been as good if you weren’t the one making it.

After dinner Lavinho helped clean up the kitchen and then quickly picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.

You giggled knowing exactly what was about to happen. Your husband loved expressing his affection for you physically. And you knew that was exactly what he was about to do.

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Sylus x Reader - His Only Priority

Part two of my 'They find out you got hurt on a mission' series. This will include Zayne, Sylus, Xavier and Rafayel! I'll be posting the other stories over the next few days, please let me know if you want to be tagged in any of them!

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Warnings: Mentions of injury, being unconscious, hospitals, hospital machines

Sylus was meant to be focusing on doing a little prep work for a business meeting he had in a few days.

But instead of focusing on that; his mind was fully focused on you.

He couldn’t shake this feeling that something had happened to you; mainly because by now you would’ve sent him at least five messages trying to figure out where you were going tonight.

But instead, he hadn’t heard from you at all.

Not even when he called you.

You always answered when he called you.

‘She’s just busy with work,’ he told himself, knowing that he was probably just jumping to the worst scenario.

But as the minutes passed by, he just felt in his gut that something was wrong.

“Mephisto-” he said, catching the bird's attention.

He was going to ask Mephisto if he could find you; but before he could even open his mouth to say the words, his phone lit up with your name.

“Hey,” he heard you say; just hearing the sound of your voice was enough to ease his worries as he leaned back in his chair.

“You had me worried sweetie-”

His words trailed off, along with his relief, when he heard the beeping sound of a hospital machine through the phone.

“I’m going to have to reschedule tonight,” he could hear the words you were saying, but he wasn’t focused on them, he was more focused on the other sounds that were happening around you.

“What’s happened?” He asked, his voice calm despite the wildfire of worry that was swirling around inside him.

“I’m okay,” you assured him; but your words brought him little reassurance.

He knew you too well.

Knew that you would never tell him if you were hurt because you wouldn’t want him to worry.

But it was too late for that.

He was already worried.

And he didn’t care if he got caught when he was in Linkon, as long as he got to see you and make sure you were okay.

~~~~~~

You knew he was going to worry; and that as soon as you told him that you were at the hospital he was going to come here (unaware that he already knew this information).

It’s not that you didn’t want to see him.

You did.

More so than anyone.

You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his safe and comforting embrace.

But his safety was more important to you than your injury, besides you weren’t even seriously hurt.

Your injury was no different to anything you’d had before; you weren’t dying and you had no severe wounds, all you had was a bruise that you could already feel forming on the back of your head.

The only reason they were keeping you in was because you got hit in the head by a wanderer and passed out not long after.

Thankfully, you were able to put the wanderer down before you descended into unconsciousness and luckily your partner found you before any other wanderers could and brought you straight here.

They were keeping you in for observation, to make sure you didn’t have a serious concussion.

That was all.

You were fine.

You were annoyed more so than anything that you had to stay in the hospital rather than spend one of the last nights you had with Sylus before he went away on a business trip.

“You’re at the hospital,”

It wasn’t a question.

He knew exactly where you were.

You didn’t exactly know how; but you weren’t surprised that he knew.

You knew he was going to find out sooner or later, mainly because Sylus always knew when you were lying.

“Sylus, don’t worry-”

“I’m on my way there now,”

“No, Sylus, I’m okay-”

The call disconnected before you had time to finish your protest.

You went to call him back to try and persuade him to not come to the hospital, but you knew your attempts would be in vain.

Sylus was coming here, there was no stopping him, you knew that.

~~~~~

You knew Sylus was risking a lot by coming to the hospital, but as much as you hated it, you couldn’t help but just the thought of seeing him was enough to not only make you smile, but to make the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy.

Every time the door to your room opened, you were expecting to see him walking through and it was hard to hide your disappointment when it was just the nurses coming to check in on you.

As the time began to pass, your anxiety grew.

What if he’d gotten caught somehow on the way here…?

The thought kept eating away at your mind, to the point that you were fully ready to check yourself out of the hospital to go and find him.

But before you could even get out of bed, you heard the creaking door open once again.

And this time, it wasn’t a nurse that was entering your room, it was Sylus.

Relief washed over you as you attempted to move out of the bed you’d been lying in for hours, but before you could you felt Sylus’ hands on your shoulders, pushing you lightly back down on the bed.

“I’m okay,” you assured him once again, hoping that that would ease the panic that was so clearly evident in his ruby eyes.

He didn’t say anything for a short while, his eyes scanning over your body, checking for any obvious injuries.

“Why are they keeping you in?” He finally spoke, his eyes meeting yours.

“Just for observation,” you answered; trying to articulate the words of your answer carefully so that he didn’t worry more.

“Because?”

You didn't want to tell him what had happened; but you knew that he’d just check your medical record at the bottom of your bed if you didn’t tell him.

“I got hit on the head by a wanderer and passed out not long after,”

“And why was your partner not covering you?” He questioned the accusation of who was blaming for your injury, clear in his words.

“They were busy dealing with a wanderer themselves,” you explained softly.

You knew he meant well; he just wanted you safe.

But your words were the truth.

And this situation was no one’s fault.

It was just an unfortunate incident; and fortunately their partner brought them to the hospital before anything more serious occurred.

Of course the reason to have a partner was to watch your back and to prevent instances like this from occurring; and it worked for the most part.

But it would be impossible to do such a thing all the time.

“This isn’t anyone’s fault,” you added on; placing your hand over his, watching as his eyes softened slightly at your touch, “I’m okay,”

He knew you were.

He just couldn’t shake the thought of what could’ve happened…if you’d experienced a more serious injury.

“I’m sorry I ruined our plans tonight,” you apologised; rubbing your thumb along the back of his hand.

“It’s okay,” he replied back softly, turning his hand over so that your palms were against one another’s, before lifting your hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“Besides, we’ll get to spend quite a bit of time together over the next few days.”

His words caught you completely off guard, and the confusion in your voice was as clear as you said the words, “What?”

“You can’t be on your own if you have a potential concussion, what if you pass out again?” He pointed out as though his answer was the most obvious thing in the world.

But it still left you confused; of course you weren’t going to complain about staying with him or him staying with you.

But he had a business trip planned; and you knew that any business trip Sylus had to go on was an important one.

“But what about you’re business meeting-”

“It’s nothing I can’t reschedule,” Sylus answered, interrupting your objection before leaning in closer towards you and pressing a delicate kiss on your cheek, “Besides, looking after you is much more important than any business meeting ever could be, sweetie.”

You couldn't help how the heat rose to your cheeks as his words flowed through your mind; but how could you not feel giddy from what he'd said?

Sylus spending the next few days looking after you?

It sounded perfect.

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getting eaten out by Cantarella with lots of kissing like hardcore levels of kissing maybe scissoring so that she can basically shove her tongue down our throats 😈

Real. So real. I need her to lick me all ov— I mean what😇

18+ CONTENT

Wuthering Waves || Cantarella x fem!reader || Smut (mainly scissoring cause I just needed it ugh)

Accepting a simple tea invitation from the Matriarch of the Fisalia family was not how you expected to turn out the way it did. Yet, here you were pinned by the Matriarch herself on the sofa in her study. Lips moved heatedly, the Matriarch's body pressing you down and holding you in place. Your arms held above your head by her wrists, binding them in place.

"Mmh.... mm.... aah....!~" you moaned against her lips, trying to seek a moment of relief but were denied as Cantarella only moved deeper, licking your lips as if to slip her tongue in. You were about to give in and fall into her elixir, but just then she released the kiss and leaned back. Her engraved tongue playfully licked your lower lip as she moved away, relishing your taste.

"Hmm.... delicious. You always taste so sweet, my dear~" Cantarella cooed while licking her lips, her thumb caressing your lipstick-stained mouth. She then straddled your lap, holding up the hem of her dress while she put your right leg over her left and vice-versa. Your clothed cores automatically rubbed once she sat down on your left leg, earning a muffled moan from you.

"I-I thought we were going to chat over tea, Cantarella...." you said with a nervous smile, trying to free your hands from her grip but she didn't let you.

Cantarella chuckled before leaning down near your face, gently grasping your jaw with her free hand and tracing her fingers along it.

"I never said what kind of 'chat' we would have, did I?~"

You blushed at her words, your breathing becoming uneven as arousal grew in you from the situation. You gazed at her body above you, eyes trailing to her plentiful breasts as they hung before falling further down to where your cores met. She smirked looking at your trailing eyes, playfully grinding over your core and making you hiss.

"Oh my, seems your body is growing impatient, dear~"

"As if you are any better, I can feel your wetness...."

She grinned then began to plant kisses on your neck, lapping up with her tongue and biting on some spots. You let out a low moan feeling her lips and tongue on you, the way she so hungrily licked all over as if you were a delicacy. She kept grinding the same way, teasing you and getting you worked up.

"Aaah.... what happened? D-Did you miss me so much?~" you tried to tease.

Her eyes hooded then her free hand began unbuttoning your shirt, slowly exposing your body.

"Perhaps..... you were away for quite some time, indeed.... And you didn't even bother to come and meet me once you were back~"

You felt guilty, your expression dropping.

"Sorry, I was really busy. I was going to come soon, then you sent me that invitation anyways....."

She smiled and kissed your cheek, her hand caressing your bare stomach and teasing to go lower.

"I expect you to make it up to me~"

How could you deny her?

Soon, you found yourself entangled with her. Your clothes discarded, pooling on the floor together, your bodies melted into one as she straddled you the same way as before but fully exposed now, only keeping her stockings on. You sighed as her wet core rubbed yours, a pleasurable sting going up your body, your hips instinctively bucking to meet hers. She smirked at your reaction, grounding herself deeper into you, your clits now grinding as she started moving, slowly and rhythmically.

Her one hand still somehow ended up pinning yours above your head as before, an action you failed to resist even when you readjusted to take off your clothes. It wasn't force, not exactly, but a firm, almost possessive hold that left you deliciously vulnerable and entirely at her mercy. Her other hand... her other hand was free to roam. It traced the line of your jaw, slid down your neck, lingered on your collarbone before drifting lower, warm fingers spreading across your chest, teasing circles around your nipples until they puckered into hard points under her touch.

A soft gasp escaped your lips, mingling with your increasingly ragged breaths. The slow grind of her hips intensified the friction, the heat between your bodies building with every controlled sway. She watched you, her eyes heavy-lidded with a knowing, sultry look on her face. You wanted to move faster, to bridge the distance, to rush towards the inevitable release, but she held the reins. She smirked again looking at you, giving a single harsh thrust forward, making you cry out in surprise.

"C-Cantarella—!~"

She chuckled, finally beginning to move faster, a deliberate, powerful rhythm that quickly stole your breath all over again. The sharp, pleasurable friction intensified with each thrust she drove into you, her hips swinging with a practiced grace that spoke of inherent confidence and control. Your back arched, instinctively seeking closer contact, desperate for the pressure of her body against yours. She rocked her hips into you, your folds gliding over each other's,

"Mmh.... you look adorable, my darling.... aaah~" she purred, learning down to cup your face, "Open up for me~". You parted your lips, knowing what she wanted. She smiled and stuck out her tongue before diving in to kiss you deeply. You immediately whined into her, feeling her hips grind even deeper as she clung to you, her tongue moving fervently inside your mouth, exploring it and enveloping your senses.

She hummed against your lips, a low vibration that sent shivers down your spine, her hips rolling with renewed urgency. You felt her engraved tongue consume you, attempting to somehow go even deeper, seeking your taste. Your eyes rolled back at the sensations, hips bucking with her, slowly losing yourself into her. She pulled back slightly, just enough to catch her breath, her eyes still heavy, dark pools fixed on yours, her eye makeup shimmering with the sweat on her face.

"Stay still.... just like this...." she whispered.

You could feel the tension coiling tighter within you, a sweet, unbearable ache building with every driven motion. Your own breath came in ragged gasps now, your chest heaving, feeling the way your slipper folds rolled over, arousal pooling down. She leaned in then, not for another kiss on the mouth, but to trail a line of scorching hot kisses down your jaw, along your neck, until her lips found the sensitive spot where your pulse hammered frantically against your skin.

You cried out softly, bucking your hips harder to meet her, desperate for the friction that would push you over the edge. She pressed a soft kiss onto your pounding pulse point, a possessive gesture that claimed you completely in that moment. Her hips, driven by a knowing instinct, began to move with a fierce, relentless speed. The controlled, rhythmic grind transformed into powerful, surging thrusts that made your body tremble uncontrollably.

"Aaah! I'm close.... please.... mmh!~" you moaned out, edging closer to release.

Cantarella watched you, her expression one of intense focus, a predatory grace in her movements. She saw the signs of your impending release, the widening of your eyes, the tremor in your limbs and how you cried out, begging. With a final, deep thrust that buried itself completely into you, she pulled you closer by your leg and held herself there for a suspended moment, the exquisite pressure almost unbearable.

"Mmh, that's it.... aaah.... my dear.... cum with me~" she encouraged, grinding on you with shallow, fast motions, your clits rubbing together.

And then, it broke. A gasp ripped from your lungs, followed by a series of trembling shudders that seized your body. Your hips spasmed upward, meeting her deep, grounding weight as waves of pleasure coursed through you. Your breath came out in a long, drawn-out moan as you surrendered to the exquisite release, your body melting into the sofa beneath you.

Cantarella let out a soft, satisfied sigh, her body still pressed flush against yours, the damp heat mingling between you. She slowly resumed a gentle, rocking motion, allowing your body to settle, your muscles to relax from their intense clenching. She lowered her head, pressing her forehead against yours and meeting your lips in a slow and languid kiss, her tongue sensually licking them.

"Such a good girl for me~" she cooed in a sultry tone, moving to kiss your cheek now, and holding you close.

#wuthering waves #wuthering waves x reader #wuwa #wuwa x reader #wuwa cantarella #cantarella x reader #cantarella #wuwa smut #wuwa cantarella x reader

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