#so I want to make sure they all have plenty of clothes :p

[pedroscurls]

training partners (pt. 2)

summary: after your next training session, you join hugh for lunch at his place. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), reader has some description (hair, outfit), sensual and initmate smut (unprotected p in v sex - creampie oops, missionary, cowgirl, marking and biting, light dirty talk) no use of y/n. word count: 8.9k (i got carried away lol) a/n: this is part two to training partners. i needed more lol and i told myself that it would only be a two-parter, but i may or may not continue this with more... (let me know if i should write more parts to this story bc i'm having so much fun writing this!) again, i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman and this is purely fictional (all in my delulu mind). prev part. - next part.

It’s been a week since meeting Hugh and it’s still so surreal that you’re frequently talking to him. Or rather, he’s frequently reaching out to you whether it’s through a text message, a phone call, or FaceTime. You realize just how comfortable you are with him, how you can completely be yourself and not worry about what he thinks, because he just makes you feel like who you are as a person is enough. It’s something you haven’t felt before and there’s a part of you that tries to tell yourself that this isn’t going to be serious. You’re just going to have fun. Hugh isn’t going to want something serious, so don’t set yourself up for disappointment. 

But the more you talk to him, the more you find yourself imagining and daydreaming what it would be like to be in a fully committed relationship with him. You know it’s never going to happen, but a girl can dream, right? 

On today’s workout, you decide to wear a faded black oversized t-shirt and black spandex shorts. You put your hair into two braids and slip your shoes on. Within a few minutes, you hear a knock on your door and you bite your lower lip in anticipation. You’re excited, yet nervous, to see Hugh again. Despite the plenty of FaceTime calls over the last week, it’s just a different feeling seeing him in person. Right in front of you. Within arms reach. 

You swing your door open and look up at Hugh who’s smiling in your direction. He’s dressed in black shorts and a black fitted t-shirt that looks like it’s about to tear at the seams around his biceps. It causes you to bite your lower lip, yearning to reach out to just squeeze and–

“Good morning, love,” Hugh says with a chuckle, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

“Hi, good morning, sorry,” you apologize, looking down at your feet. “You wanna come on in? I’m just grabbing the rest of my things.”

“I’d love to,” Hugh responds. “But can I get a proper greeting?” 

“Oh, so me checking you out isn’t proper?”

Hugh grins. “I’d say it’s far from proper, love.” 

Your eyes narrow and then you step up to him, your arms wrapping around his frame as his long arms wrap around your waist. “Is this proper enough?” you whisper against him.

“Very proper,” he whispers, tightening his hold on you before he pulls away. “We still on for lunch after our workout?” 

You nod, leading him inside of your apartment. “Yeah, but I just realized I’m gonna be all sweaty and in your home and–”

“Pack a change of clothes. You can shower at my place.” 

You shut the door behind him and then walk into your living room with him trailing behind you, trying to bite back the excitement that settles in the pit of your stomach. “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

“Not imposing at all. I want to spend time with you…” Hugh begins. “In a setting that’s just you and me.” 

“Okay, Hugh.” You say, turning around once he takes your wrist to spin you to face him. He brings you to his chest and uses his free hand to rest onto your hip. He looks so incredibly large in your small apartment and you can’t help but feel the butterflies swarm in the pit of your stomach. Even though he looks so out of place in your apartment, it feels right having him here. With you. 

“But only if you’re okay with it,” he says, releasing his hold on your wrist to rest it on the other side of your hip. 

Slowly, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, stepping closer to him until your front is flush against his own. “I’m more than okay with it. I just don’t want you to think that I’m… You know…”

“I don’t,” he shakes his head. “What?” 

“That I only want you because you’re famous and you’re rich.”

“Oh, I thought those were the only two reasons.” He teases. “And because I’m old and you like older men.”

You let out a quiet laugh, gently punching his chest and his hands fall from your hips to wrap his arms instead around your waist. He holds you tightly against him and slowly dips down until his lips are mere inches from yours. “Seriously, Hugh.” 

“I know, love. Listen, I like your company. You make me laugh and it’s a while since I’ve felt this way.” Then, he brings a hand up to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, careful not to mess with your braids. “Whatever way you’ll have me, I’m fine with it.” 

“But I’m just me…” you whisper. 

“And you being you is a breath of fresh air. I like it. I like you.” 

You feel the corners of your lips turn upwards, the heat in your cheeks rising once more and you feel like you can lean in to kiss him. But you don’t. Not yet. You still have a workout to get to. 

“The Hugh Jackman likes me?” You feign a shocking expression, looking up into his eyes. 

Hugh lets out a quiet laugh and leans into bury his face against your neck, his stubble brushing against you and causing you to let out an uncontrollable giggle. “Oh, you’re ticklish, are ya?” He smirks against you, lips brushing against your neck as his stubble continues to tickle your skin.

You squirm against him, trying to pull away from him, but he just tightens his grip on you as your laughter fills your entire apartment. “Hugh!” you exclaim in between giggles, pushing against his hard chest. It’s no use though, he’s just so much stronger, so much bigger, and it isn’t until you lose your footing that he falls on his back on your couch with you on top of him that the laughter begins to die down. You pull back enough to look down at him, his hands gripping your hips as you realize that your legs had subconsciously placed themselves on either side of him. 

You’re literally straddling him and he’s staring at you with lust-filled eyes. Your core is pressed firmly against his lower half and you feel his length stir against you, hardening with each passing second. 

“Hugh…”

Your eyes deviate to his lips, watching him bite his lower lip as his fingertips dig into your hips. “Ya think we’d get in trouble if we miss our workout?” he whispers huskily. “Because I think I really like this view and I don’t wanna get up.”

Your cheeks are hot. You’re sure that he can feel the heat between your legs and you’re afraid to move because you’re sure that if you do, you’d lost all ounce of resolve and want to just pounce him because while he likes the view of you being on top of him, you absolutely love the view of him underneath you. 

“We should get up,” you mumble, though you don’t make any movements to stand up. Instead, Hugh wraps his arms around your waist as he sits up and adjusts himself on your couch until he’s sitting back against it. With each of his movements, your hips move against his, letting out a quiet whimper at the friction. 

“You really want to?” he says, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. “Maybe we can…”

“Do our own version of cardio?” you tease, obviously breaking the tension as you both erupt into a fit of laughter. You wrap your arms around his shoulders loosely. “What do you say?” 

“As much as I’d love that,” Hugh chuckles. “I’d wanna take my time with you, love.” 

“Hm, then I guess we’ll have to wait.” 

“Guess so,” he says, though begins to lean in closer to you. “But can I…” Hugh begins to ask, eyes dropping to your lips and then back up to your eyes. “Kiss you?”

“Such a gentleman, Hugh Jackman,” you tease. “I thought old men like to be in control and–”

“You’re a little brat,” he growls, leaning in to finally press his lips against yours. You gasp immediately, feeling one of his hands move up to cup your cheek. He wastes no time in moving his lips against your own. It’s like your breath is being taken from you with how aggressive Hugh is, nipping and biting at your lower lip. You can’t control the way you’re feeling, the way your legs want to close shut and your core yearning to squeeze around something. You let out a quiet moan and slowly roll your hips against his own, feeling his entire length press against you once more. 

When Hugh groans against your lips, it lights a fire in you. In a fleeting moment, you want to just devour him and drop to your knees in front of him so that you can hear more of his groans and grunts. You lean further into him, gasping as you feel his fingertips touch your skin. His hands move underneath your shirt and with your gasp, he uses this moment to slide his tongue past your lips. 

Suddenly, you pull away, breathing heavily with his hands still underneath your shirt and your hands gripping his. 

“We’re getting carried away,” you whisper, breathlessly. 

“Hm,” he grins, licking his lower lip. “You’re distracting,” he teases. 

You roll your eyes and slowly climb off his lap, missing the feeling of him between your legs. Your eyes dip lower and notice the slight tent in his shorts, watching as he reaches down to readjust himself. 

“I’m gonna–” you clear your throat. “I’m gonna grab my things and then we should go. Or else we’ll never leave.”

“Wouldn’t be a bad thing,” Hugh grins. “But okay. We should be at the gym soon.” 

As you’re walking away, Hugh stands up and takes your hand once more. He pulls you flush against him, arms wrapping around your waist from behind as he dips down to press gentle and soft kisses along the side of your neck. “I can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs against you. 

Your eyes flutter shut, hands moving to rest over his as you lean back against him. “Hugh, now you’re the one who’s distracting.” 

“Fine, okay,” he chuckles, pulling away from you. “I’m going to wait outside because you’re a bit dangerous right now.”

“Me?!” 

“Yes, you,” Hugh laughs. “Because if I stay in your apartment another minute, I’m gonna end up taking you where you stand, love.” 

You let out a shaky breath and then nod your head, waiting for him to turn on his heel to leave your apartment. Once he does and you hear the door shut, you realize you’ve been holding your breath. You bite your lower lip, bringing your fingertips to graze your lips as you think back to the very heated kiss on your couch. Oh, you won’t be looking at that couch the same way again. 

After you grab a change of clothes and put it in your duffle bag, you drape it over your shoulder and grab your phone and keys and leave your apartment. You see Hugh leaning against his car, opening the passenger door for you as he takes the bag from you. 

“Such a gentleman,” you point out. 

Hugh catches you by surprise and leans in to peck your lips. “D’ya like it?” 

“What? You being a gentleman?” 

Hugh nods. 

“I do, but I also like…” you bite your lower lip as you climb into the passenger seat. “I also like it rough.” Without allowing him to respond, you shut the door and smirk to yourself. Hugh is awakening something inside of you, something that you had suppressed for so long and it feels good to finally let loose and be yourself. It’s easy with him. 

You see him then set your bag in the trunk before he shuts it closed and then walks to the driver’s side. He climbs in and looks at you, eyes narrowed as he starts the car and buckles his seatbelt. When Hugh pulls out of your parking lot, he reaches over and rests his hand on your upper thigh, his fingers resting on the inside of your thigh. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, resting a hand over his own.

“Showing dominance,” Hugh winks. 

“Showing dominance?” you laugh quietly. “By putting your hand on my thigh?”

He nods, one hand on the steering wheel as he keeps eyes focused on the road ahead of him. He moves his hand slightly higher. His pinky moves just slightly and you feel it brush against your core, causing a quiet gasp to escape your lips. 

“Hugh!” 

“See? Dominance.” 

“You’re a tease, that’s what you are.”

Hugh then lets out a loud laugh. “Me? The tease? May I remind you what you were doing to me back at your apartment, baby?” 

Love. Baby. All of these terms of endearment are slowly breaking down your resolve. 

“Okay, okay,” you say quietly, biting your lower lip as you feel his pinky move up and down along your core. It causes your eyes to flutter shut, the light touch against you making you yearn for more. You need more. You need him. 

“I don’t know how I’m gonna get through today’s workout,” Hugh begins, stopping at a red light as he turns to look at you. He’s glad his windows are tinted, no one able to tell who he is or what he’s doing right now. He keeps one hand on the steering wheel as he turns his hand to press firmly against your clothed sex, gently using his middle finger to rub circles against your clit. “Because all I’m gonna be thinking about, baby, are the sounds you’re making and how you’re gonna feel wrapped around me.” 

You let out quiet moans as you grip his wrist, trying to push him away but he remains persistent. His touch against you becomes stronger and he pulls away only because the light turns green. Your eyes narrow in his direction and you realize that you’re almost close to the gym. When he pulls into the parking lot and puts the car in park, you reach over the console and move your hand to rest above his crotch. You hear his breath hitch in his throat as Hugh looks in your direction, biting his lower lip.

“What are you doin’?” 

“What you were doing to me,” you whisper, feeling the length of him underneath the palm of your hand. You then bring your fingertip to run across his length, feeling it begin to harden underneath your touch. “I think it’s only fair.”

His hand darts out to grab your wrist and pull it away from him, eyes narrowing as Hugh leans in. His lips are dangerously close to yours and you stare at him with a mischievous look on your face, biting your lower lip. 

“You’re gonna pay for that,” he growls. 

“You promise?” 

Hugh chuckles and leans in to peck your lips. “Oh, it’s a promise.” 

—

After another grueling workout session, you’re already drenched in sweat and making your way to Hugh’s car. While you still pushed yourself past your limits during the session, you couldn’t help but be distracted by him. Every chance he could get, he’d make sure to touch you – whether it’s a soft touch on your lower back, a gentle hand on your shoulder. Hugh wanted more of you and he could tell throughout the session that your eyes lingered on him. It excited him to know just what might happen once you both leave to go to his place. 

“You ready?” Hugh asks, motioning towards the door. You nod and walk in front of him, giving him a good view of your backside and legs and he bites his lower lip, his thoughts going back to the moment you shared on your couch. Once outside in the parking lot, Hugh gently takes your bag from you and sets it in his truck. 

“So,” he hears you say once he climbs into the driver’s side. “What will you be making me?” 

“Something healthy,” Hugh grins. “I am on a strict diet for Wolverine.”

“Okay, I can do healthy. What do you have in mind?” 

“You’re so eager,” he chuckles, pulling out of the parking lot and beginning to make his way to his home. “Can’t you just be a good girl and wait and see?”

Good girl. Your eyes narrow at him and bite your lower lip. All of the nicknames he’s been given you this last week: Love. Baby. Brat. Good girl. It shoots straight to your core and you look over at him, moving your hand to rest over his forearm that’s resting against the middle console. Two can play that game, you tell yourself. 

“What if…” you whisper, running your fingertips lightly across his forearm. “What if I don’t want to be a good girl?”

That causes Hugh’s head to turn. He stops the car at a red light, knowing that you’re both only about twenty minutes away from his house. His hand grips the steering wheel as he looks down at you, noticing the look in your eyes. “Oh, you know what you’re doing, don’t you, baby?” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to figure out what you’re gonna feed me.”

“Oh, I’ll feed you something, alright,” he smirks, turning his attention back on the road once the light turns green. Hugh moves his hand back to your leg, but he keeps it resting on your thigh. He knows that if he pushes this further, he’d end up pulling over on the side of the road and taking you in this car. 

After twenty minutes, he pulls into his parking garage and notices the look on your face. He can tell that you’re in shock and in awe over his house, and he knows just what you’re about to say so he reaches over to take your hand in his, lifting it to his lips. “Don’t say what you’re about to say, love.” 

“You don’t know what I’m gonna say, Hugh.” 

Hugh chuckles and pressing his lips against your knuckles. “I know you’re gonna make a comment about me being so–”

“Rich,” you finish for him. “You’re rich. I mean, look at your place and–”

Hugh shakes his head and interrupts you by pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was meant to quiet you, but instead, you take the initiative to climb over the console and straddle his lap while he’s seated in the driver’s seat. His hands move to your hips as he moves his lips slowly against your own. 

“Mmm,” you whimper against his lips, rolling your hips slowly. Your hands move to tangle in his hair as you nip and bite at his lower lip. 

Hugh growls against your lips, moving his hands to run up along your thighs and underneath your shirt. God, you make him feel like a teenager all over again because he’s throbbing almost painfully at the way your hips roll against his own. He needs to adjust himself or get some relief because he’s so hard underneath you that he has to pull away from you. 

“Here you are again,” he whispers. “Distracting me,” Hugh continues, pulling his hands away from you to rest gently on your upper thighs. 

“Okay, okay,” you giggle. “Can I shower while you make lunch?” 

“Yeah, let me show you around.” He opens the driver’s side of the door and watches you climb off his lap. Hugh adjusts himself in his shorts and then climbs out after you, walking to the trunk of his car and grabbing both of your bags. 

With his free hand, he takes yours and you can’t help but smile. You turn your hand to lace your fingers with his as he leads you into his home. You look around in awe, the white walls, high ceilings, and floor-to-ceiling windows make you feel incredibly small, but despite the large space that Hugh has brought you in, it feels very homey. Very comfortable. You can’t help but look around, surrounded by the amazing view of the city and the natural light coming into his home. You then quickly release his hand only to remove your shoes and he smiles at you, leaning against the wall near the stairs

“You didn’t have to take your shoes off.” 

“Are you kidding me? Look at this floor! I don’t want to get it dirty.” 

Hugh laughs and then motions towards the stairs to his left. “I can set your things in the guest bedroom and you can shower there. Or…” he says, biting his lower lip as he takes in your frame, making it very obvious that he’s checking you out. You know where his mind wanders and you stand up to rest your hands on his chest, leaning up on your toes to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Don’t tell me you’re not gonna show me where the magic happens,” you tease with a quiet giggle. 

“I just want to make sure you’re comfortable,” he replies. 

“I’m comfortable,” you answer honestly. “With you, it’s easy. I can be myself and that’s saying something.” You don’t want to get too much into detail. This is supposed to just be casual. You don’t need to tell Hugh your life story and how you came to be the way that you are. 

“Oh,” Hugh smiles. His eyes sparkle as he looks into your own and it makes your heart melt. “The feeling is mutual, actually.” He finally says. “Come on. Let’s head up.” 

You follow him up the stairs, but you’re distracted by the amount of pictures and paintings that are hung up along the wall. You want to stop and admire each one, but instead, you keep following him. Once at the top of the stairs, Hugh leads you down the hallway and opens the door. You widen your eyes at the amount of space. It looks so much bigger than your apartment and this is only a bedroom! 

“Jesus,” you whisper under your breath. 

Hugh sets both of your bags down near the bed and watches you with a small smile. You’re walking around his bedroom and he finds that he likes seeing you here. In his home. With him. He watches you walk towards the windows, arms crossing over your chest as he hears you let out a sigh. 

Slowly, Hugh walks towards you and gently wraps his arms around you from behind. He rests his head against you and places a soft kiss on the side of your neck.

“What’s got you sighing, love?” he asks quietly. 

“It’s just an amazing view. I always loved seeing the city and it’s just–” you sigh. “It’s beautiful. You can see everything.”

“You should see the view of the sunset,” Hugh smiles against you. “If you want to stay, I can also make us dinner.” 

Slowly, you turn in his arms and look up at him. You feel his hands move to rest on your lower back as he pulls you flush against him. You still can’t believe you’re here with him, with Hugh Jackman. The way he’s made you feel in just a short amount of time of knowing him does scare you, but you can’t help the pull you feel towards him. 

“What’s next, Hugh? Spend the night?” you tease, bringing your hands up his arms to his shoulders, taking your time to feel the muscles underneath your fingertips. 

“Would that be a bad thing?” he says, dipping his head lower to press a light kiss on your lips. 

“I didn’t pack an overnight bag,” you smile. 

“Who says you’re gonna need the clothes?” Hugh winks, moving his hand down to grasp your backside with a firm grip. It causes you to gasp and wrap your arms around his shoulders, burying your face against his neck. 

“You’re a tease.” 

Hugh chuckles and pulls away to look down at you. “If you’re comfortable with it, I’d love it if you’d stay. At least for dinner.”

You bite your lower lip and stare up at him. You try to remind yourself that you deserve this, that you deserve something good, that you deserve him. “As long as you’re not tired of me yet, I’d love to stay.” 

“I could never,” he says with a big grin. “Okay, I’ll let you shower. I’m gonna shower in the other bathroom. Come downstairs whenever you’re done.” 

“Thank you, Hugh.” You say seriously, bringing your hand up to his cheek. You feel the stubble against your fingertips as your eyes scan his features. He leans into your touch and slowly turns his head to press a kiss into your palm. 

“It’s my pleasure, baby. I’ll see you in a bit.” Hugh places a kiss on your forehead, pulling away slowly as he looks at you with a broad smile. Then, he walks into his closet and leaves you in the bedroom as you walk over to grab your bag. You then walk inside the bathroom and shut the door behind you. If his bedroom surprised you, his bathroom was a different story. 

This doesn’t feel real. How can someone like you be here with someone like him? You wonder if this is his way of just having fun. Your trainer mentioned he was single and you assumed he was married. You would be lying if you said you never searched him on Google, but the last time you checked, he was a married man for over twenty years. Maybe this was just his way of getting back out there and that this wasn’t going to be anything serious. 

You try to tell yourself to enjoy the ride, even if it may not last long. 

“I deserve this,” you whisper to yourself. “I’m enough.” You continue to say this over and over again, trying to revert the negative thoughts that begin to creep in your mind with the negative self-talk. 

—

After thirty minutes, you step out of his bathroom dressed in casual loungewear. You didn’t know what to bring, so you opted for comfortability. You’re wearing black knit pants with a black crop top. It’s a matching lounge set and when you begin to make your way downstairs, you can hear quiet music playing in the kitchen. You’re walking barefoot, the cold tile of the floor causing your feet to wiggle at the coolness. 

When you round the corner, you see Hugh setting the table in the corner. His windows capture your attention because everywhere you look, it’s a clear view of the city. His hair is slightly damp and he’s also barefoot, dressed in a fitted black t-shirt and gray joggers. He looks so normal like this, so domesticated and unlike the persona he presents to the media. You feel lucky to get even a glimpse of this side of him. 

“Hey,” you call out, seeing him turn around to face you. He grins in your direction, his eyes taking in your frame. 

“Hey,” he replies. “You look comfy.” 

“I am comfy,” you smile, walking towards him. “It smells good.”

“Ah,” Hugh chuckles. “It’s just eggs, toast, and avocado. Strict diet,” he points out again. 

“Well, good thing I like all of those things. Thank you for making me lunch.” You’re about to sit down before Hugh pulls you into his arms. He cups your cheek with one hand while his other wraps his arm around your waist. 

“Thank you for having lunch with me.” Hugh says softly. “I really…” he sighs quietly. “I’m really enjoying the time we’re spending with each other.” 

“Me too, Hugh,” you smile, leaning against his touch. “Come on, let’s eat.” 

Hugh nods and pecks your lips and pulls away slowly. He rests his forehead against yours as he exhales a quiet breath. There’s an unspoken feeling that lingers in the air between the both of you and Hugh can’t deny it. He knows there’s an age gap, knows that his lifestyle might be completely different than what you’re used to, but he knows that he wants more of this. He wants more moments with you. 

“What?” you ask quietly. 

“Nothing, baby. Let’s eat.” Hugh then pulls away to pull out your chair. He watches you take a seat and then he moves to sit next to you, arm draping over the back of your chair. He sees you look up to stare at the view and he smiles to himself, leaning in to kiss your temple. 

Throughout lunch, you feel more and more comfortable. Your legs are curled underneath the chair as you lean against his side, resting your head against his shoulder. You can’t help but notice how much you laugh when you’re with him and how much you love seeing his smile and hearing his laugh. 

He pays close attention to you and it makes you feel seen and heard and unlike anything you’ve felt before. Even though you aren’t in a relationship with Hugh, it makes you daydream and imagine just exactly what it would be like. You know that you can get used to this, spending more and more time with him like this. In his home. In yours. You realize that you want him more permanently in your life, in whatever way that may be. 

“Okay, okay,” you say, looking up at him after you both finish eating. “What was your first impression of me?” 

Hugh arches a brow. “Honestly?” 

“Yeah, honestly.” 

Hugh turns to face you and tilts his head to the side. “Well, for one, you were on all fours so I couldn’t help but take a peek.” 

You feign a gasp and gently push against his chest. “Naughty, Hugh!” 

Hugh chuckles and shakes his head. “But I liked your honesty. I liked that you were just… You. Genuinely you. You don’t see that very often, especially not around me.”

“Oh, right. Big celebrity and all,” you tease, rolling your eyes playfully. 

Hugh smiles. “Seriously. Some people just get close to you because they want something out of it. It’s hard to tell if someone is being genuine or not, but with you…” he says, beginning to trail off with a shake of his head. “I know we joke around a lot, calling me the Hugh Jackman, how famous I am, but I just feel like you see me for me. Not as the Hugh Jackman,” he chuckles. “Your honesty was refreshing. It’s like I mentioned before. You’re a breath of fresh air, baby.” 

You bite your lower lip as you listen to him talk. You feel your stomach do flips and you lean in to press a soft kiss on his lips. His hand drops to your hip as he rubs circles against you, feeling your skin against the pad of his thumb as your shirt rides up when you wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“I feel comfortable around you,” you reply. “Like I can truly be myself and I haven’t had that in a very long time. I feel like I’m becoming myself again.” 

Hugh smiles, slowly pulling you onto his lap. You lean back against the table as your arms remain loosely around his shoulders as his hands rest on your hips. 

“Did something–” Hugh begins. “Happen? I remember our trainer mentioning something about negative self-talk last week…” 

You bite your lower lip. You weren’t planning on ever telling him your past relationship because you didn’t feel like you needed to. This wasn’t going to be serious… Right? 

“I just got out of a three year relationship a few months ago. I gave a lot of myself into that relationship and never got anything in return. I just–” you sigh, looking away from him. “It’s embarrassing. I just let myself go.”

Hugh sighs and hooks a finger under your chin to get you to look at him. His eyes search yours, staring deeply into you. “It’s not embarrassing. It just shows that you have a lot of love to give and he took that for granted.” 

Your eyes soften as you look at him. You never did think of it that way and you didn’t realize just how much you needed to hear that. There’s a silence that engulfs the both of you and you feel tears sting the corners of your eyes, pent up emotions threatening to spill out. 

“Oh,” he whispers, his own eyes widening slightly. “I didn’t– Baby, are you okay?” Hugh says softly, gently cupping your cheek. 

You don’t respond. Instead, you just lean in to press your lips firmly against his warm and soft lips. You feel the warmth bloom in your chest, butterflies in the pit of your stomach, and for once in a very long time, you feel whole. Not because of Hugh, but because of the words he said. 

He was right.

You did have a lot of love to give. 

“Mm, wait, wait,” Hugh says, pulling away to look at you. “Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Yes,” you say, almost breathlessly. “Take me to your room?” 

His eyes slightly widen, brows raising. “Oh.” Hugh says. “Oh. Yeah, come on.” He stands from his chair and takes your hand in his, helping you to stand from your own seat. You take his hand eagerly, using your free hand to hold onto his forearm as well as you allow him to lead you back up the stairs and into his room. 

You can feel the thrumming in your chest, the anticipation looming in the pit of your stomach, and you’re certainly aware of the throbbing you feel in between your legs. Hugh brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your hand before he leads you down the hall and into his room. Once inside, he shuts the door behind him and turns around to face you. 

You can see the look in his eyes. It’s filled with lust and desire, turning to a darker shade. The backs of your legs touch his mattress and he walks towards you, arms reaching out to rest on your hips as he leans down to capture your lips softly. 

“Been thinking about this, about you,” he whispers against your lips. “I don’t normally do this,” Hugh begins, pulling away to look into your eyes. 

“Do what? Have casual sex?” you tease, moving your hands up his arms and giving his biceps a gentle squeeze. 

“I wouldn’t call this casual,” Hugh points out. “At least I don’t want it to be,” he admits. “Is that okay?” 

“You know, this is a conversation people usually have after having sex.” You smile, hands moving further up his biceps to his shoulders and to the nape of his neck where you tangle your fingers in his dark hair. “But I also don’t want this to be casual either…” you whisper quietly. “And I also don’t normally do this too.” 

Hugh smiles. You can see his eyes sparkle with excitement as he snakes his arms around your frame. “We’re just stepping out of our comfort zones, aren’t we?” 

“Nothing wrong with that,” you reply, slowly sitting on the bed and pulling him on top of you. He uses one hand to rest above your head while the other remains around your waist and gently moves the both of you in the middle of the bed. It’s so large and you’re sure that it has to be an extra large king sized bed or something, because even he looks small on it. 

Slowly, Hugh moves to settle himself between your legs and smiles to himself when he looks down to see you wrap your legs around his waist. He places both of hands at either side of your head to keep himself propped up as he looks down at you, hair splayed against his white sheets, staring up at him with doe-like eyes, twinkling against the natural light that comes through his large windows. 

He says your name quietly, leaning down slowly as his lips hover against yours. “I fear if we do this, there’s no going back.” 

You nod in agreement and move your hands from the nape of his neck to cup his cheeks. “I’m okay with it. Are you?” 

Hugh nods, turning his head to kiss the inside of your palm again. “Yeah,” he says softly. “I’m okay with it,” he repeats. 

“Good because I’ve been wanting you since this morning and I think I’ve been a real good girl waiting so patiently for this,” you tease with a grin. 

“A good girl, huh?” Hugh grins, his eyes darkening once more. “I wonder what good girls get.” 

“A reward. Good girls get a reward.”

“Yeah, they do,” Hugh then leans in to press his lips against yours. He wastes no time in moving his lips, hands dropping to your hips. Hugh can’t help the feeling that weighs on his chest and the flutters in the pit of his stomach. He was open to dating and getting back out there after his divorce, but he didn’t think that it would happen anytime soon. He enjoys your company, enjoys the fact that you make him laugh, enjoys the way you look at him and the way you make him feel. 

You move your hands to his hair, tangling your fingers in his dark locks as he deepens the kiss even further. You part your lips, letting out a quiet gasp when you feel his tongue slide into your mouth. You buck your hips against him, feeling him press himself firmly against your core. He grunts against your lips and it reverberates in his chest, causing it to come out as a quiet growl.

Hugh moves his hands underneath your shirt, letting his hands move upwards along your sides until he realizes that you weren’t wearing a bra. He feels the center of his sweatpants get increasingly tighter and uncomfortable the more he kisses you paired with the movements of your hips. 

“You’re tellin’ me,” he mumbles, pulling back slightly to nip at your lower lip and move his lips along your jawline. “That the entire time we were eating and laughing downstairs that you weren’t wearing a bra?” Hugh’s large hands come up to cover both of your breasts underneath your shirt as he pushes his hips into you. He drags his tongue along the side of your neck, your moans and whimpers directly in his ear. 

“I told you I was comfy,” you moan, feeling the pads of his thumbs brush against your nipples. “Hugh…” you moan, eyes fluttering shut as the sensations of his hands, his lips, and his hardened length pressing against you becomes too much. It’s everything all at once and you try to tell yourself to take your time, to let him set the pace, but you just want to roll him over on his back and ride him like your entire life depended on it. 

“I know, baby,” he whispers, gently biting down the side of your neck and sucking on it afterwards. Hugh pulls back to look at the mark slowly appearing and he grins to himself. He isn’t usually the type of person to leave any marks, but for some reason, it excites him to know that you’ll be walking around the next few days with a reminder of today. And it’s all because of him. 

Hugh leans back on his knees and grabs the ends of your shirt to lift over your head. You raise your arms above to allow him to remove your shirt and once he does, he tosses it carelessly over his shoulder as he sees your chest fully exposed for him. 

“Fuck,” he groans. Like a man possessed, Hugh leans down and grasps your breasts in both hands. He growls to himself and leans down to wrap his lips around one nipple, feeling it harden between his lips as he sucks. He uses his other hand to caress your unattended breast and you immediately arch your back in the air, pushing your breasts further into his face. 

“Hugh,” you moan, biting your lower lip as you feel the wetness begin to build between your legs. You need some friction, you need some pressure because you’re throbbing and squeezing around nothing yet you can feel his hardened manhood right where you need him. “I need to feel you, please…” 

Hugh looks up at you and then turns his attention to the other breast, gently nipping so that he can pay equal attention to them. A few moments pass before he pulls back to lift his own shirt over his head. 

You let out a quiet gasp, looking up at him. You’ve seen pictures of him and you know that his physique isn’t something that he hides, but seeing it up close, within arms reach, it does something to you. You reach out and run your fingertips along his abdomen to his chest and back down. A blush appears along your neck and up to your cheeks as you gently tug on the waistband of his sweatpants.

“God, you are beautiful,” you blurt out. You stare into his eyes and you both let out a quiet chuckle. 

“Me?” he says, taking your hands and kissing your knuckles before he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants. Slowly, Hugh pulls your pants and your panties off your body, once more tossing the clothing across the room. You’re lying back, completely naked and exposed for him. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he finally says. Normally, you’d be very self-conscious about how you look, especially naked in front of Hugh Jackman, but the way he’s looking at you makes you feel comfortable and confident. He’s truly looking at you like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen before. 

Then, Hugh drags his hand down the front of your chest, down to your abdomen, until it hovers between your legs. He gently parts your legs even further, giving him a clear view of your folds that glisten against the natural light. Hugh then lets his index finger run across your slit, groaning to himself when he feels your wetness coat him. He looks up at you briefly, seeing your eyes fall shut as your hands reach out to grasp the sheets. 

He smirks proudly to himself and leans over you, peppering kisses along your neck and chest and back up as he slowly slides his finger past your folds and into your hole. Hugh groans against you, feeling just how tight you feel around one finger and it excites him to know just how good it’d feel when he finally pushes his cock into you. To relieve some pressure, he uses his free hand to push down his pants and boxers, letting out a groan of relief as his cock finally springs free from its confines. 

You don’t open your eyes though, still too focused on the way his finger slowly moves in and out of your depths. You’re so wet, so warm, so tight that Hugh tries to take it slow. He then adds another finger, watching as your eyes slightly open at the second intrusion. You feel your walls stretch at his second finger and you finally look down, eyes widening even further at the sight of his length. He’s red at the tip, leaking, and throbbing. It makes your mouth water at the sight because all you want to do is drop down onto your knees and take him into your mouth. Maybe next time, you tell yourself. 

His fingers begin to move at a faster pace, the sounds of squelching echoing throughout his large bedroom. Hugh rests his forehead against yours, turning his hand so that he can rub your clit with the pad of his thumb. He knows you’re close, knows that your body is going to give way to him. He can feel you begin to tremble and he smiles. 

“You’re so wet,” he whispers against your lips. “I can feel you’re close, baby. Don’t hold back. Let go for me.” His voice is much deeper and you can’t help but nod in his direction, your arms reaching out to wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as your back arches in the air. 

“Hugh!” His name escapes your lips with a loud moan, feeling your body shake as you try to ride out your climax. He doesn’t let up though, still continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace. He watches you, watches as you shut your eyes tight, mouth slightly agape, back arched as you tighten around his fingers – it’s something that Hugh will forever remember. He can feel your walls throbbing and he slowly pulls his fingers out of you, looking down at your slickness and slowly bringing it to his lips. Then, he sucks. 

Your eyes open to watch him. He’s staring at you as he licks his fingers clean of your release and it’s so dirty, so hot, that you grab his shoulders and push him onto his back. He kicks off his pants and boxers as his cock rests against his lower abdomen, throbbing painfully and impatiently. 

“You taste fuckin’ good, baby.” Hugh smirks. “Can’t wait to eat you up later.” 

You bite your lower lip and slowly straddle his lap as your eyes move across his face and down to the rest of his body. He’s so chiseled, so muscular. Your eyes deviate further down, seeing the patch of hair between his legs and then his cock. You bring your hand to your mouth and quietly spit into the pit of your palm before reaching down to slowly wrap your hand around his base, feeling the weight and warmth of it in your hand. Then, you tighten your grip and begin to pump your hand up and down. His eyes flutter at the sensation, continuous groans escaping his lips. 

He says your name in a quiet moan as you continue to move your hand along his base. Your movements begin to speed up before Hugh’s hand darts out to grab your wrist, making you cease movements altogether. 

“You keep that up and I’m not gonna last long,” Hugh admits. 

You narrow your eyes and use your thumb to run across the tip of his cock, his precum spreading over it as you hear him let out another moan. You smile to yourself and bring your thumb to your mouth, seeing it slick with his precum before you lean in and suck, your tongue darting out to wipe it from your thumb.

“Mm, you taste good too. I also can’t wait to get down on my knees and just devour you, Hugh.” That earns you a growl as he gently lifts you so that he can grab his cock in his hand to line his tip between your folds. 

“You’re naughty,” he smirks. “I like it.” Hugh moves his free hand to your hip and slowly lowers you down onto him. The tip of his cock enters you and he tries so hard not to just ram up into you because he wants more, needs more. He feels your hands rest on his chest and he flexes subconsciously as you slowly begin to lower yourself further onto his cock. Inch by inch, you feel an almost painful stretch of his cock because you know that you’re tight and you know for sure that you haven’t had anyone as big as Hugh. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, moving his hands onto your hips as you continue to lower yourself onto him until he fills you to the hilt. You’re so tight and warm and wet around him that Hugh just knows he isn’t going to last long. 

You take a moment to get used to his girth and his length. In this position, you feel him so deep within your depths. You’re so full of him and you find that you can just stay here for the rest of your days. Hugh’s eyes begin to flutter shut as you roll your hips forwards and backwards, your hands still resting on his chest. The hair at his base provides the perfect friction against your clit and you feel the tightness in the pit of your stomach begin to grow more and more prominent. 

“Hugh, oh god,” you moan aloud, continuing your movements before you begin to bounce along his length. 

Hugh growls, hands gripping your hips as his fingertips dig into your skin. He knows that’s going to leave a mark later, but he can’t help the sensation. Your walls are gripping him in a tight vice as you move along him, your walls sliding along his cock. 

“You feel amazing,” he begins, lifting his hips slowly to meet yours. Hugh groans, holding you up just slightly to give himself room to begin to thrust upwards into you. Hugh’s thrusts quicken as he watches your breasts bounce with each movement. You toss your head back as you reach back to rest your hands on his thighs and Hugh’s gaze drops down as he watches himself move in and out of your depths. He can see his cock is slick with your wetness, allowing for him to move easily within your folds. 

“Oh god, oh god,” you moan, beginning to lose your resolve. You lean forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders, your chest flushed against his, face buried against the side of his neck as Hugh’s thrusts become more erratic, more rough and the sound of skin slapping against one another echoes loudly through his room. 

“Come for me, love,” he whispers into your ear. “I know you can gimme another.” 

It was all you needed to slam yourself down onto him, shaking against him as your walls tighten even further around him. Hugh has to stop himself from thrusting because he knows that if he were to continue, he’d lose it too and he wants to be on top when he does. 

You’re both breathing heavily when Hugh slowly rolls you onto your back. He leans down to peck your lips lightly, hands moving to brush your hair away from your face. Then, Hugh moves his hips against you. He pulls back to his tip before he slams himself back into you. 

“Eyes on me, baby,” he whispers, seeing as your eyes begin to flutter shut. You’re already so sensitive and you don’t know if you can last any longer, but staring deeply into Hugh’s eyes as his thrusts continue forces you to hold out. You know that if you reach another orgasm that you’d be spent for the rest of the day and you’re sure Hugh knows it too. 

“Hugh,” you moan, legs wrapped loosely around his hips as he continues to thrust into you. “You feel…” your arms wrap around his shoulders as nails dig into his skin. “You feel so good.”

Hugh smirks at that and gently kisses the tip of your nose as hands drop to your hips to hold you steady against the bed. “You feel so good too, baby.” Then, Hugh feels the tightness in the pit of his stomach and he knows he’s close. His thrusts become more sloppy and his mouth is slightly agape as both of your moans mix in with one another. 

“I’m close,” he mumbles. “Where–” 

“Inside,” you reassure him. “On the pill.” 

“Are you– Fuck,” Hugh growls. “Are you sure?” 

“Come in me, Hugh.” You answer, letting out a loud moan as his thrusts continue to get more rough. He reaches down and rubs his thumb against your clit. Suddenly, you’re so very aware that you’re about to reach yet another orgasm and Hugh’s eyes stare into yours. This is your first time having sex with him and yet, it seems like he already knows so much about what gets you there. 

“Oh, Hugh… Hugh!” you exclaim, back arching as your eyes shut and your walls tighten once more around his length. 

Hugh groans and thrusts once more before he releases himself inside of you. He buries his face against the side of your neck, lazily nipping at your skin as you throb around him. Hugh then looks up at you and smiles, seeing you return one of your own. 

“I’m spent,” you chuckle. 

Hugh lets out a quiet laugh and pecks your lips lightly. “Three times, huh?” 

“Three times. That’s a first.” 

Hugh grins proudly. “That was amazing, love.” Slowly, he pulls out of you and you both let out a quiet whimper. When he pulls out of you completely, you suddenly feel less whole, less filled. He lies back next to you and pulls you into his arms, noticing the mark along your neck and the marks of his fingertips on your hips. 

“I think I made a few marks and bruises,” Hugh says. 

You arch a brow and then slowly begin to smile. You point to his shoulders and his back as you lean up to peck his lips. “I think I did too.” 

Hugh lets out a quiet laugh and shuts his eyes, feeling you snuggle further into his side. He can get used to this. He feels like you belong here with him. 

“So,” he begins. “Stay the night?” 

You look up at him and smile, leaning up on your elbow to kiss his chin. You see his eyes open to look down at you, staring at you with soft eyes. “Oh, after that? I’m definitely staying the night.”

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────⠀ ⠀FRESH LOVIN' w/ CHRIS.

NOTES .ᐣ ana writing chris ????? its a literal miracle..... yeah hes been lookin a little too good lately... also ive been thinking of this for weeks now so uhh yeah !

WARNINGS .ᐣ p in v. uhhh dirty talk. afab!reader. no protection 🙀. im not great at writing chris i dont think... better at writin matt but i tried.

IT SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN AS AROUSING AS IT WAS to see you wearing his merch. chris gives you the pieces you like for free anyway, you're his girlfriend—half of the time you help with the designing process anyway. so he's used to seeing you in.. well, his brand. the sight of 'fresh love' written across your chest is nice, he likes it a lot, but he's used to seeing it when you're with him. you'd told him plenty of times that the hoodies and shirts are super comfortable, so you wore them often.

so that is exactly why he was so confused as to why the sight of you modelling his merch made his dick as hard as it did. it wasn't.. that different. was it? he doesn't get it. maybe it's the professionalism of the photos, or just how official it all is. that's his girlfriend wearing his brand. no one else's—just his. a funny feeling fizzes in his abdomen, a warm feeling flooding his chest. both of those things at the instance he sees your pretty body wearing something he created.

his baby wearing his baby—that kind of thing. its corny, sure, but still. it made his head all murky and fuzzy, and his jeans tighten around him so uncomfortably it was impossible to ignore it. being at the photoshoot was a fucking nightmare, let alone seeing the photos all over instagram. people loved the photos, of course they did, you looked really good in them, and yeah, he loved them a lot too. which was why it was agony going on any social to find the exact thing that gives him a raging hard-on.

it was merely a coincidence that you'd walked in wearing merely a fresh love shirt and not much else. he lets out a low groan at the sight of you, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip for a moment with his eyes raking up and down your figure. matt and nick weren't in, the entire reason you were wearing so little, so.. it wouldn't be completely wrong of him to have you bent over the couch due to your little get up, right? he's hoping so, since that's the only thing clouding his brain right now.

"actin' like you're not just as bad as me," he mutters, scoffing in return as you'd done previously. "actin' like your panties ain't soaked."

"you're starin'," he glances up at your words, his blue eyes wide and surprised for a moment before a smirk flits at his plush lips. yeah, of course he's staring. your nipples are hard beneath the cotton of the shirt, poking out a little and drawing his attention directly to them. soon, his eyes drop down to the curve of your ass beneath your underwear. slowly, he slides his hand down to adjust himself over his sweats with a quiet grunt.

"can you blame a guy?" chris murmurs, biting his tongue for a minute before he looks you up and down. "bein' such a fuckin' tease walkin' 'round like that," you scoff at his words, a soft smile playing on your own lips. a tilt of your head, and you're looking him up and down too. he looks good, he always does, but he does look really good. folding your arms beneath your chest, you lean against the kitchen island. "we both know you're soaked, baby." his words are practically a growl.

"you ain't got any proof," you grumble, feeling a surge of heat pool between your legs despite your own words. he wasn't wrong, you know, and he knows that too. all you wanted was to make something to eat, albeit wearing the least amount of clothing possible, but sure.

his smirk widens, "no? do you want me to check?" he knows you're wet, he can see it. from the way your thighs press together and how you're a little stiff whilst wandering around. all tell tale signs that you're just as horny as he is. "you're drippin', baby. don't even try to pretend with me," chris is quiet for a moment, before he pushes up off of the couch slowly. his eyes rake over your frame, and it only makes you feel more flustered in a way.

"don't gotta check 'cause i ain't wet," you mumble immediately, your skin warming up. you're lying through your teeth right now, and chris knows it. he knows you better than literally anyone, even if you don't want to admit it. trying to focus your mind on anything other than well, that, you turn away to open up the fridge and get something to eat. chris is making his way over, eventually standing in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.

chris chuckles quietly, a low and rich sound. wandering a little closer to you, he stops right behind you with a click of his tongue. you shiver almost immediately when his hand slides over your side, skimming towards the swell of your chest. "liar," he murmurs, letting his nose trail along the skin of your neck lazily as he draws you a little closer to him. "you're always drenched for me, just as much of a mess as i am."

your eyes flutter over to him for a second before you swallow hard, "ain't a liar," you insist, head tilting to the side a little bit at the feel of his head by the crook of your neck. but back to the food, you tried to will yourself, as you bent over to grab a cutting board from a lower drawer. "yeah, can feel you pokin' my thigh with that ragin' hard-on of yours." chris scoffs at that, corners of his lips flitting up at the corners in a lazy smirk.

"s'not exactly a trade secret, is it?" chris mumbles with soft amusement, leaving gentle, warm kisses over the skin of your neck. his hands roaming gently over you doesn't stop him from pulling you back into him. he presses up against you as you're bent over, slowly rocking his hips up against you with a small, strained noise escaping him.

"you feel what you do to me, princess?" was pretty hard not to.

a soft gasp followed by a soft moan escapes you, "chris—" and you grasp at the drawer to keep yourself steady. a shaky breath slips past your lips and you feel it soon hitch in your throat. "don't," in the kitchen? matt and nick could walk in at any moment, you knew, but chris seemed like he didn't care at all, actually.

"don't what, baby?" he coos, taking a breath as he slowly alides his hands down to your hips. at the same time, his own hips grind enticingly into your ass, his aching erection pushing up against you. he needed you so bad. there, in the middle of the kitchen, he shamelessly grinds up against you. "don't what? don't touch you, don't make you feel good, don't love you?"

you let out this pretty moan, folding your arms beneath you to lean up against the counter. "no, no, no—mmh," you wanted him to keep going, you knew he'd make you feel good, he always did. made it his mission, actually. chris grind at your words, head tilting to the side a little bit now. "keep goin', please," well, you don't have to ask him twice, he'd do anything you asked of him.

"mhm.." chris hums quietly, considering whether he should take off the shirt so he can get his hands all over you before he decides not to. the shirt's the appeal, seeing you wearing something he made. fucking you in something he made. "keepin' this on," he adds, letting you know what was going on in his head.

as much as he'd usually keep you waiting, he was far too pent up to do so now. he lets go of your hips momentarily, his free hand moving to his sweats already hanging low on his hips to push them down a little bit to free his cock. a groan escapes him at being exposed, and he shuts his eyes for a minute when he wraps his hand around at the base and gives himself a languid stroke. he could get off right here at the sight of your ass clad in pretty panties pushed up against him like that, but the warmth of your cunt was a safety he couldn't deny.

"probably soaked all the way through these panties of yours, huh?" at the sound you let out, he smiles a little more, his hand slipping inside your panties almost immediately to test his theory. his fingers slowly start to brush against your clit, feeling how slick you are from just his words alone. "told you," you're sopping wet, and he loves it. his head tilts to the side a little, and he applies a little more pressure before gliding his fingers through your slick folds. biting his bottom lip at your sounds, he groans.

"chris, shit," you mewl softly, hips slowly bucking up towards his fingers as he pushed them up against you. he lets his thumb brush against your entrance, gliding over it easily before he glances back over at you. "that's it, let me feel you," for a few long moments, he makes tight circles over your bundle of nerves before his impatience gets the best of him. "feels so good—"

"i know, mmh, gotta feel you, baby," he tells you, tugging down your panties in a swift movement. you gasp quietly at the cold air hitting against your warm folds, and secondly at the feel of his cock pushing against your entrance. he's gentle, always is, his free hand moving to hold you steady at your hip. "you alright?"

you swallow hard, trying to figure out a way to say it without sounding desperate as all hell. "uh, yeah, yeah," you nod, shifting your hips back against him to feel him properly. a laugh escapes chris, and he hums, slowly easing himself inside you with a little buck of his hips. his hand moves to join his other one at your hips and he groans gutterly, eyes squeezing shut. "so fuckin' tight, baby."

"holy shit," you're clenching on him like a damn vice already, a moan escaping you as well in a similar fashion to chris'. he takes his time with it, lifting his hand from your hip to place it on the kitchen counter and grasp at it to keep him steady. he soon enough buries inside you to the hilt, hands roaming over your hips and ass, occasionally squeezing as he looks you up and down.

"such a dirty little thing, aren't you?" slowly, he shifts his hips back so just his throbbing tip is inside you, before he snaps his hips forward again so he's back to where he was moments prior. the sounds you let out practically have him coming right there, but he's got enough restraint to hold on for maybe a few minutes more. "lettin' me fuck you in the kitchen against the counter, knowin' anyone could walk in."

his words barely register to you with how he thrusts in and out of you, practically molding your insides to fit him, taking him so good like you do every damn time. "chris, mmh—! feels so.. ah, shit—!" your tits bounce beneath the fresh love shirt, drawing his eyes there almost immediately. he moves his free hand to cup your chest, thumbs circling over your hardened nipples and pinching momentarily.

"can't even think straight, can you? too busy thinkin' 'bout my cock, mmh.. i know it feels good, baby, feels right," chris keeps up the pace of his thrusts, practically pounding you up against the counter. "feels so, fuckin', good," he punctuates each of his words with a sharp buck of his hips, but making sure that you didn't hurt yourself in any way and holding you up.

"can't.. think straight," you agree breathily, practically panting with every push of his hips and feel of your pussy tightening around him. you shut your eyes, lashes fluttering as you practically squeal around him. "can't think straight, that's right. just focused on makin' a mess on my cock," and making a mess you were, feeling that burst of pleasure as he brought you over the edge.

soon, he got there too, the movements of his hips stuttering as he let out out a low sound, finally coming to a stop once he'd stuffed you full of his cum. "did so good for me," he murmurs. eyes darting up to yours when he managed to coax your eyes open with his hand. "did perfect.."

"yeah?" you ask, voice all airy and breathless. you feel so warm and fuzzy, a bliss washing over you. with a soft sound, you relax against the counter with his help and the feel of him easing out of you. his eyes dart down to his release leaking out of your hole, and he hums quietly, letting his hand trail back down and circle his thumb around the mess he'd made for a moment.

"and i thought you were hungry, baby."

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Sleepless Nights

Remus Lupin x f!reader

warnings: smut, idk if it’s protected p in v, fingering, making out, rough sex, so idk what it’s called but spoiler the other boys watch/ listen? yeahhhhh

summary: the cure to your sleepless night rests in your boyfriends bed…

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i love this teehee hope you enjoy.

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It was dark. Almost pitch black. Your arms were cold, you were just in a tank top and small pajama shorts, you rubbed your hands over them a few times before gently letting one fall to the doorknob. You shouldn’t have been there, you knew that. But sleep seemed impossible that night and the only cure you could think of was your boyfriend's warm embrace. He was surely asleep by then, but it wouldn’t hurt to surprise him. So, with your heart pounding in your chest you slowly twisted the doorknob.

The door creaked as you pushed it open. You held your breath with nervousness. You could barely see a thing. The temptation to light your wand up filled you, but you left your wand in your dorm and even if you had it, you couldn’t light it. There were four sleeping boys in the room after all.

You closed the door behind you swiftly before you began to take careful steps through the room, using your hands to guide you. His bed was the furthest from the door, unfortunately, but you could find it even in the dark. You were very familiar with it after all.

Once you reached his bed, you found his curtains were open. That wasn’t a surprise. The marauders were very close, you knew they didn’t keep many secrets from each other. Remus always told you how comfortable he felt with the boys. They were his family.

You felt around the bed to see where he was, and thankfully he was positioned more toward the other side of the mattress. You slipped into the bed and under the covers quickly. Remus shifted.

“What...?”

“It’s me, love,” you whispered. “Couldn’t sleep.”

He relaxed a bit and turned to face you. Through the darkness, you could barely see the outline of his face. But just knowing he was there looking at you made the tension in your head fade. You felt one of his hands suddenly on your waist, he used it to pull your body against his. You snuggled into him instantly.

“Bad dream?” He asked. His voice was deep, sleepy, and at that moment extremely attractive.

“No, I’m just... restless,” you answered. Your head was in his chest, you could smell his cologne and soap. It made your head spin. You were mad for him.

“Ah, well I hope I can help,” he mumbled and kissed your forehead before resting his chin on top of your head.

For some reason, it was all too much for you. The smell of him, the feeling of his arm draped over your waist, the sound of his quiet voice. Your restlessness began to fade into something different entirely. Desire. You opened your legs and moved one over his body, your thigh pressed tightly on his hip where it had been plenty of times before. You shifted again and then you felt it, his clothed cock on your clothed center. It made you hold your breath.

He wasn’t hard at first, but that quickly changed.

“Love, I thought you wanted to sleep,” he mumbled.

Suddenly you felt too hot. You moved back a bit and pulled your tank top off instantly, and your shorts right after. Though you still couldn’t clearly see his face, you knew Remus was staring at you with wide eyes. Or a smirk. Either way, he was watching. And it only made your desire grow.

“Touch me,” you breathed. “Please.”

You were desperate at that point. Your panties were soaked, your heart was racing with anticipation, and your mind was consumed by only one thought. You moved closer to Remus once again and shakily ran your fingers through his shaggy hair. You could feel his breathing pattern change.

Within a second his lips were on yours, moving fast and rough. Your stomach filled with the familiar butterflies you got when the two of you kissed and you could barely breathe. His fingertips trailed over your breasts, your stomach, and your hip, before finally settling on the back of your upper thigh, almost on your ass. He moved fast. One moment you were like that, then the next he was over you, his hand between your thighs.

You could’ve screamed from the relief his fingers gave your clit. But instead, you spoke shakily. “Close... close the curtains.”

“How about we leave them open?”

Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth with your hand as he thrust two of his fingers inside you without warning. It was too much pleasure; you could barely contain yourself.

“I need... silencing charm... Rem.”

Remus tisked and moved his head down to your shoulder. His hot breath against your skin drove you insane. “Let’s see how quiet you can be.”

He pressed a kiss to your neck, and you let out a whimper into your hand. Typically, you liked it when he got in that mood. He’d fuck you so hard you’d scream his name. But at that moment, in his open bed with three other boys sleeping not too many feet away, you weren’t sure. However, when he caught your lips in another heated kiss you decided relieving yourself of your restlessness was more important than decency. So, you didn’t dare stop.

His skilled fingers worked wonders on you, it was hard to keep quiet. Especially when he moved his lips down your jaw, your neck, your chest... When he took one of your nipples into his mouth you had to muffle your moans with your palm. You knew through the darkness the boys couldn’t see what was happening, at least not clearly. The noises, however, could be loud and clear. You tried your hardest to stifle them.

Remus kissed his way back up to your lips, leaving behind a few marks to prove his presence. As he thrust his fingers deep inside you, you bit down on his lip to stop yourself from moaning. You could feel your orgasm approaching and it was dangerous. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly, your panting was probably too loud as it was. You didn’t know if you could cum without screaming.

“Rem I- fuck- please silencing charm I can’t-” Your pleading whispers filled the air.

“Can’t what?”

You whimpered as he rubbed your clit with his thumb, his other fingers still deep in you. “Can’t stay quiet. It’s too good. Please.”

He only sped up his movements and licked a line up your neck to your ear. “You think this is hard? Just wait till I fuck you.”

That was it. That sent you over the edge. You did the only thing you could think of and sunk your teeth into his shoulder as your body shook from pleasure. You held him tight as your body convulsed with waves of euphoria. Remus didn’t stutter for a second, not even when your teeth broke his skin and blood spilled into your mouth. He took it like it was nothing.

When you were done, he moved to connect your lips for a few seconds, the taste of his blood surely in his mouth too.

“Fuck that was hot,” he whispered hungrily. He ripped off your panties completely and moved to relieve himself of his boxers. “Bite me more.”

“Are you sure?” You touched the mark on his shoulder, it was swollen. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“I like it rough; can I be rough?” He asked.

You weren’t sure why he was asking. The two of you had rough sex before. But for some reason, you got the impression this would be different. He was like an animal in that moment, insatiable. It made your body tingle with excitement.

“Yeah,” you answered. “Please.”

His tip brushed against your thigh, and you realized how hard it was going to be to stay quiet. You could’ve told him no, but you really didn’t want to. It was difficult, but it was exciting. So, when he began to push himself inside you, you didn’t say a word. Instead, you pulled him in for a kiss to help keep quiet as he stretched you out.

One of his hands moved down your body again, finding its place on your ass. He gripped your skin hard, his nails dug into you. And as he started his almost painfully deep and quick thrusts, he pulled you closer. The sensation was unearthly. Each thrust hit your cervix, and you were on the brink of losing all sense of your noises.

You bit down on his other shoulder, your nails dug into his back. He was fucking you so hard. You wondered if he’d cast a silent spell to make sure the bed wouldn’t rock because, at the vigorous pace, he was going, you couldn’t believe the bed wasn’t making a single sound.

Tears filled your eyes, you couldn’t breathe, it was far too much for you to remain quiet. You released his skin from your teeth and let your head fall back on his pillow. With your eyes squeezed shut, you put a hand over your mouth.

“S-Silencing charm Rem,” you breathed. Even those few words felt too loud, you couldn’t help yourself. “Please.”

He pushed himself in so far you whimpered, it hurt so good. “Yeah, yeah alright.” His breathing was far from even, and his words were unstable. He needed it too.

Silently, he closed the curtains and cast the spell. You released your breath you didn’t even know you were holding and moaned. Remus didn’t hesitate to switch things up given the new freedom of noise. He moved back on his knees and flipped you over. You gasped, but as he pulled your ass into the air you inhaled a deep breath knowing what was to come.

He fucked you so hard you cried. Your tears stained his pillows, your voice of approval and encouragement were loud. He fucked you through two more orgasms before finally letting himself get off. You loved the moans he let out as he came, and you were grateful he’d cast a silencing charm because you needed to hear him.

In the aftermath, you lay with your head on his chest. He brushed his fingers through your hair lazily, and despite how sweaty the two of you were you didn’t care to clean up. It was perfect as it was.

“Sorry if I was too much I... I don’t know,” he said after some time.

“Don’t apologize, I loved it. But I am going to be sore for probably two days so don’t try to do this again till then,” you replied with a laugh.

“You would’ve told me, right? If it was too much.” He sounded concerned, worried.

You looked up at him despite the darkness and touched a hand to his cheek. “Rem, you didn’t hurt me. Well, you did. But I wanted it. Don’t feel bad. If it was too much, I would’ve told you I promise.”

“You were crying.” He pointed out.

“Yeah, because it was so good. I love you so much, Rem. I’ve cried before during sex, remember on Valentine's Day last year?”

“Well yeah but that was different I wasn’t so... you know.”

“True, but either way I love you. And I want to do this again.” You assured him with a short kiss. “Now we should probably sleep.”

“I love you too and yeah, we probably should.”

But as the two of you fell asleep you didn’t realize there were 3 pairs of open eyes and hard cocks in the room.

[noisynaia]

𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑺 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮

summary: The good old 'oh no, there's only one bed' trope.

pairing: Joel Miller x afab!reader 

word count: 3.8k 

note: Explicit (18+). Vaginal fingering, unprotected P in V, creampie. No use of (y/n). Nightmares. This has not been beta nor proof read and English is not my native language.

“Can you cut it out?” You sigh at the man who is currently and stubbornly laying on the hard floor next to the bed.    

It had been raining heavily for the entire day, the downpour so heavy that you couldn’t see more than a foot or two in front of you. All three of you were soaked to the bone and freezing. Spirit had been very low in your little travel group. Ellie had not come with her usual jokes and Joel had been even grumpier than usual so stumbling upon the little cabin had been a real stroke of luck. There had even been a dresser with enough dry clothes for all three of you to change into. 

You had given Ellie the couch in the living room since that was with the fireplace, leaving the single bedroom for you and Joel. 

“Just get up here. There’s plenty of space for the both of us.” You continue, cursing him and his damn stubbornness. The bed is not huge, but it will fit two people finely. 

“I’m fine down here. Trust me, I’ve had worse.” He just grumbles.  

You sigh, peeking your head over the edge of the mattress to look down at him. “I know you have a bad back and I need you to be well rested and alert, okay.” He tilts his head to look at you. “We both do…” You add, using Ellie to guilt trip him is maybe a little low, but you know it’s going to work and it is not like what you’re saying isn’t true. 

“Fine.” He finally sighs, as he gets up from the dusty floor, his knees creaking slightly before laying down next to you, but he doesn't get under the cover, instead laying straight on his back on top of the comforter with his arms crossed over his chest and eyes staring straight up at the ceiling.        

You want to tell him to just relax and get under the covers, but you don’t want to push your luck, so you just settle for the small victory of getting him into the bed, and who knows as sad as it makes you, maybe he really finds sleeping next to you more uncomfortable than the floor. 

You try not to dwell on that possibility too much, ashamed of how much that would affect you, so you just get comfortable under the covers instead. Turning to lay on your side, facing away from him as you close your eyes, but sleep doesn’t come to you.    

“Can I ask you something?” You whisper into the silent room, somehow knowing that he hasn’t fallen asleep yet. 

“Sure.” 

“It will never get easier will it? Living in this world… I tell myself that it will, that it is going to hurt less with time but… I’m just kidding myself, aren’t I?”

He doesn’t answer for a long time and you start to think that he may have fallen asleep before he finally breaks the silence. “No, I don’t think it will ever get easier.” A short beat of silence before he continues. “But I guess we can hope.” 

You sigh at his words. You really do hope so. The two of you are quiet again and you think he might have fallen asleep when he finally speaks again.  

 “Thank you.” Joel whispers into the darkness.

“For what?” You turn your head slightly towards him.  

“For tolerating my bullshit I guess.” 

It is the last words exchanged between you before sleep finally creeps up on the both of you. 

—

You wake up only a few hours into the night by the feeling of Joel’s frantic movements. He is tossing and turning uneasily and uttering incomprehensible muttered words. You turn around to face him, barely capable of making him out in the darkness of the room.

“Joel” You whisper, propping yourself up on your elbow, making you hover over him slightly. 

You watch the distressed look on his face, his eyes shut tight and his brows furrowed. Whispers of some terror make it out of his mouth. Your hand is hovering over his arm, unsure if he would be okay with your touch. But his nightmare seemingly continues. You frown and gently place your hand over his arm, softly rubbing the spot with your thumb.

“Joel.” You speak softly. “Wake up.”

You can feel how his whole body is shaking. He finally opens his eyes, letting out a gasp. His eyes wide and unfocused, clearly terrified of whatever he’d dreamed about, before they lock with yours and his gaze relaxes a little. 

“I’m sorry.” He mutters, his rapid breathing is slowly coming under control. 

“Don’t apologize.” You frown at him, your eyes are now better accustomed to the darkness and you can see his face more clearly. “I get them too.” You confess dropping your head back on the pillow.

“Do you need anything?” You ask, feeling him move slightly on the mattress.

“No.” He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.

Silence falls over you, the two of you just laying and listening to your own quiet heartbeats. 

“Why don’t you get under the covers?” You finally say, almost a little pleading.

And to your happy surprise he actually does. Joining you under the covers, even though he lays stiff as a board and way closer to the edge of the bed than he needs to. You can live with that, you are just happy that he at least can be a little more comfortable and warm. 

“Joel?”

“Yes?”

“You can talk to me, you know? If you ever need it”

A beat of silence. 

“Yeah… I know darling.” 

Darling. You think your heart skips a beat by the endearing name and you let out a sigh as you finally close your eyes again. “Goodnight Joel” 

“Goodnight.” 

—

You wake again in the early hours of the morning. It’s a slow ease into consciousness, a much gentler awakening than you normally get to have. Your eyes are still closed, and the only thing you currently perceive is the warm safe feeling of complete comfort, still half asleep, you haven’t registered what contributes to this feeling, how Joel is embracing you in his sleep. 

Comfortably wrapped in a blanket in a soft bed and feeling the heat of someone’s body against you is a luxury you haven't felt in a long time. The comforting feeling of soft human touch makes you melt into it, and crave it from the very marrow of your bones. You stir slightly, letting out a content sigh as you slowly get pulled out of your sleepy daze, and that is when you realize the position you are in.    

Your back is pressed up against Joel’s chest and his strong arm is wrapped around your waist. Your legs are entangled under the covers and his steady warm breath fans over the back of your neck. The two of you must have instinctively reached for each other in your sleep, the presence of a warm comforting body too irresistible, nuzzling you against himself in his sleep.

Your heart skips a beat at the gentle touch, feeling like you are going to cry from the overload of human touch. There is no way you’re gonna be able to part from his embrace without waking him, but maybe you should? Even though you really don’t want to. You feel slightly guilty as you lie and listen to his steady heartbeat

You want to be selfish for a little longer, savoring the warm comfort of Joel’s presence beside you, enjoying how it makes you feel. It feels too damn good after all the years of loneliness and fear. You can’t deny that you are feeling things for Joel. He is an attractive man, there is no doubt there, but there is more to it. The glimpses you have gotten of who he is behind the gruff facade, the man he must once have been, has made you yearn to get to know more of that side of him. The way he always makes sure you and Ellie are feeling safe. The way he over time has softened up a bit. How he sometimes will go along with Ellie’s shenanigans. How he will tell you that he will take the first night shift, but then never wake you so you get to sleep the whole night. You have scolded him for this numerous times, but he still does it whenever he senses that you are just a little more tired than usual. 

You try to ease out of his embrace without waking him, but it only results in him hugging you tighter, pressing you closer towards him as he lets out a dissatisfied grunt like his subconscious wants you close. And it is now, as you are being pressed tighter up against him that you feel it, the press of his hard cock against the curve of  your ass. You let out a little gasp, as a hot shiver travels from your abdomen down to your now throbbing cunt.

You know that it’s just a physical reaction to have a body this close, he didn’t even want to share the bed with you in the first place, but you had insisted on it. As much as you dread having to face him in this position, you really should wake him.   

“Joel.” You whisper, moving your hand over the arm he has around you, gently brushing your fingers over the warm skin, waiting for him to wake. He stirs a little against your touch, but he does not loosen his grip on you. You hold your breath, feeling your pulse throb in your ears as you wait for a reaction. You just hope this won’t make him go back to being as closed off with you as he was in the beginning. You take a deep breath to brace yourself before you turn around in his grip so the two of you are laying face to face. Your movement seems to finally have pulled him out of his sleep. His eyes start to blink slowly as he is pulled out of his slumber, he murmurs your name, voice rough and raspy from sleep and it makes your heart skip a beat. 

His eyes are finally opening to look into yours, the warm umber of his irises is so beautiful, you have never seen them this near. His face is so close. You can see every detail, every crease and he is so damn gorgeous. Your mouth is so close to his, it would be so easy to just lean in and connect your lips in a kiss. You feel Joel’s body stiffening as he realizes the position the two of you are in, and you are scared that he will bolt out of the bed and leave you cold and alone, but he doesn’t. The two of  you are simply laying in silence for a long moment, looking at each other in the dim room, both of you engulfed by the other, but you finally collect enough composure to break the silence between you.

“Good morning.” You whisper into the quiet bedroom. 

“Morning.” His voice is so deep and still rough from sleep. It makes your stomach do a flip. Maybe it is just wishful thinking but you swear that his eyes swift down to your lips for a second. Maybe it’s just time to be brave? You reach your hand up toward his cheek, letting your palm hover about half an inch from his skin. You want him to decide for himself if he is comfortable with your touch. Fortunately, after only a short moment of hesitation, he leans into your hand, exhaling as your palm cups his cheek. You kind of expect him to pull away any minute, but he doesn’t. 

“I haven’t slept this well in a long time.” You confess.  

“Me neither.” You have never heard his voice this soft before and that is when it dawns on you. This is Joel Miller. Not the man that has had to survive in a world with no hope, or the man that has lost everything that made him whole. Right now you are looking into the eyes of the man he once must have been. And maybe right now you’re the woman you were meant to be, the woman you would have been if your future hadn’t been torn away from you by the collapse of the world. There is something magnetic about it. Like the two of you are being pulled together by an invisible force, drawn together in the early morning bliss, both of you learning into earth other. Your lips brush, a ghost of a touch. He shivers but he is  still not pulling away. 

“Can I?” He whispers, his soft breath fanning over your lips. 

“Please.” You manage to croak out, your entire body buzzing with anticipation.  

It is all he needs to hear before he crashes into you, his chapped lips colliding with yours. It has been too long since you have felt the firm pressure of a man’s mouth on yours. You kiss until your lungs start to burn, and you have to pull away to catch your breath. His hand moves down to the hem of your shirt, his fingers ghosting over the warm skin beneath it.    

“Is this okay?” He asks, sounding a little unsure. 

“Yes, Joel.” You assure him. “Kiss me.” You add and he does, sliding his hand under the cotton of your shirt palming the soft skin of your side. You moan into his mouth as his tongue meets yours. You kiss until you no longer know where he starts and you end and you are almost convinced that the two of you have melded into one being.  

“You’re driving me crazy.” He pants out as he finally breaks the kiss. All you can manage is to whimper in response as he moves his lips to your throat, licking and kissing a trail to the side of your neck. His hand slowly slides down from your side to the hem of your pants. 

“Do you want me to stop?” He murmurs into the skin just below your ear, before sitting up just slightly to look into your eyes. 

“No.” You shake your head slightly. “Please don’t stop, Joel.” 

You roll your hips a little, grinding against his strong thigh, needing him to understand how badly you want this. Something flickers in his eyes and he lets out a filthy guttural groan, flipping you over so you're laying under him.    

Your entire body is aflame by his touch, a feral urge for more. More skin, more contact. So you move onto his shirt. The material slightly withered and moth-eaten from the years of being tucked away in a drawer. You pull it off him, revealing his broad upper body. You pause, captivated by the look of him hovering over you. The scars across his skin, the sparse hairs trailing down from his navel to his pants.    

You wonder if he shaking because he’s cold or if he’s really just that eager for your touch. But it doesn’t really matter, either way, you’ll warm him up.

He slides his calloused fingers over the sensitive skin of your thighs, hooking them in the waistband of your panties, looking into your eyes. You nod at him, mouthing a ‘please’, spreading your legs a bit further. It is all he needs, an expression of filthy desire flickers over his face as he pulls your underwear down. Letting out a gasp as your soaked pussy gets exposed in front of him. His fingers slide along the insides of your wet lips. 

“Shit, you’re so wet. All this just for me?” He almost coo.

“Yeah. All for you, Joel.” 

“Wanna feel you come on my fingers.”   

“Fuck, want that too.” You whimper.                

He gives you a smile, dipping his head down to your shoulder, nuzzling his nose against the crook of your neck before kissing the soft skin under your ear. He makes sure to coat his fingers in your wetness before he begins to tease your clit. You let out a little gasp as he starts to draw slow light circles, but it doesn’t take long for him to pick up his pace and add a bit of pressure.

He teases your entrance, making sure to coat his fingers in your slickless before he slips one of his thick fingers into you. Another is soon added and you sigh at the sensation. He slowly pumps into you at first, giving you time to adjust to his digits, but he is soon picking up the pace.  

“That’s right darling.” He mutters against your neck. “Taking my fingers so well.”

He is going fast now, using his middle and index finger to fuck you while the ruff pad of his thumb is pressing on your clit and you can’t help but let out a few pathetic whines. He is hitting a perfect spot, so deep inside of you, and you feel your orgasm approaching, finally falling over the edge when he curls his fingers. 

“That’s right, just like that.” Joel groans as you clench around his fingers, slowing his pace slightly but still  pumping you through your orgasm in a steady rhythm. “Just like that, darling, doing so well.”

He lets you ride out your climax on his fingers until he finally pulls out of you, popping them into his mouth, sucking off your juices with a pleasant moan.    

“Fuck, Joel.” You pant out as you finally come down from your amazing high. 

“Good?” He asks, a sly smile on his lips. 

“Really good.” You ensure him, cupping his cheek with a gentle hand. “Want to make you feel good too.” You whisper, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Fuck, darling. I want to feel you so bad.” He confesses.  

“Want that too. Fuck, want that so bad” You pant, letting your thumb slide over his cheek as you admire his handsome face. And you do want him, but more than that, you need him.

He lifts himself from you to strip off his pants and underwear. Your eyes widen at the view of him. His hard cock springs free, throbbing and thick, laying heavy in his palm as he takes himself in his hand. It still looks huge, even in his big hand, so you can’t even imagine how enormous it will look in your smaller one. He pumps himself a few times before leaning down over you again. He guides his cock to your entrance, looking at you for permission, which you give with an eager nod, before slowly pushing inside you, stretching your pussy to its limits the deeper he goes. You feel so full, like he is splitting you open with his thick girth. You whimper as you take more and more of his cock until he is all the way in. 

“Fuck darling, you’re so warm, so fucking tight around me.” He groans before leaving a firm kiss on your lips. The two of you are laying like this for a little while, letting you adjust to his size until you can’t take it anymore. 

“Move.” Your voice is low and rasped. “Please.”   

With that, he lifts your legs, making you cross them around his lower torso as he pulls out of you, achingly slow until only the head of his cock is still inside of you before inserting all of it again in one fluid motion. You let out a gasp of pleasure. 

He starts out with a slow rhythmical pace. He is giving you sweet praise at first, then progressively dirtier, more lustful comments as he loses himself more and more, his thrusts getting faster and more desperate. He lets out a throaty groan as your hands grab his hair. The way he is now pounding his cock into you, deep and purposefully, makes you cry out in pleasure, your ears filling with his growls and moans. 

“Feeling so so good…” He says his eyes clenched tightly shut as he keeps thrusting into you with a savage speed. “I knew you would feel good, but damn.” He groans through gritted teeth. Joel is now moving with an urgency that has you seeing stars and you let out a cry of pleasure. 

“Shhh.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips to quiet you.  Ellie is, unlike you and Joel, a deep sleeper, but you would both be mortified if she heard the two of you, not wanting to traumatize the poor girl. 

“You are taking me so well.” He encourages. “So fucking good.” 

Your arms are desperately clinging to his back. His balls are hitting your skin and his cock is pounding into your soaked pussy, making a filthy squelching noise hit your ears. 

The pressure is beginning to build up in your lower stomach, the feeling is making your head go dizzy. He is bringing you closer and closer with every strong thrust of his cock.

“I-fuck… I'm close.” You babble. 

The knot in your stomach tightens and tightens until it all explodes inside you. Your walls clench down around him, sucking him in. You desperately cling to him as your climax washes over you, hands on his neck as you guide his mouth down to yours, you need him to kiss you through this. Your breasts are being squeezed against his chest, the feeling of his skin against your sensitive nipples makes you moan into his mouth.  

You whine out as you feel the warmth of his release filling you up. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” He detaches from your mouth. The panic from cumming inside you is clear on his face. He pulls out, some of his load landing on your stomach, but most of it still inside of you, the sudden empty feeling makes you let out a little whine. 

“Shit, I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have—” 

You know that he is right, he really shouldn’t have done it, but you can’t get mad at him you had been just as caught up in the feeling of him as he had been in you. You finished your cycle only a couple of days ago so you should hopefully be okay. 

You cup his cheek, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “I think we should be okay, just don’t make a habit of it.” You grin at him. 

He visibly relaxes at your words “I’ll make sure to pull out next time.” He assures you and your stomach flutters. Next time. You smile at his words.   

“How do you feel?” He asks. 

“Good.” You laugh lightly, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I liked seeing this side of you.”

He sighs as he pulls you close. His chest vibrates against you as he speaks. “You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?” 

[notspiders]

Liminal Spaces w/ 141

A thought I made with a few friends who fleshed it out more:

Liminal spaces! But you know, 141 are the monsters :P Now, the rule is that as long as you're compliant and not trying to escape, your liminal space is going to be heaven. They'll make sure of that to ensure you don't associate anything negative to their space. Can't have that, hmm?

Each man has their own domain. :)

Price - Suburbia:

Quiet, infinite neighborhood, everything looks the same. There's people but they all seem to act exactly like you'd imagine Stock Images people would act.

You can't really talk with them either. Strange how when you approach one of them, they just disappear in a blink of an eye.

Price would prefer if you act as his loving partner :)

The fridge is always stocked! Beds are warm and cozy. The television plays anything you want.

You also get WIFI. Don't bother messaging anyone (that isn't your husband.)

You can try to 'exit' the neighborhood. There's a car even! You can drive in it. There's unlimited amount of fuel. Too bad the road never seems to end and the houses are still there...

Not to worry. You can exit out of the car and enter any one of the houses. Price is always waiting :)

Got that all out of your system, hm?

Gaz - Shopping Mall:

Shopping mall has everything and anything.

Movie theaters, designer clothes, outlets, cafeterias, anything you want- it's there! Have fun exploring :)

It's just you though. No one else is in this mall.

Gaz's voice will always guide you over the speakers, should you ever get lost.

Or, your favorite music always plays over the speakers. You can ask Gaz to skip any song or play whatever you want at any moment of time.

Arcades, cafes, even a pet shop! Gaz will be happy to join you if you wish for company :)

The doors to the exits don't budge open. Stop trying.

There's an Internet cafe and library in this mall. Anything you want to read, watch, listen- it's all there. Still can't talk with anyone... Shame.

But you have Kyle. Who else do you want?

Soap - the Woods:

The Firewatch tower in the endless, dense woods.

It's pretty cozy.

Food is always stocked in the fridge. Plenty of water too. If you want something fresh, just ask! Soap is happy to hunt for you :)

You can watch sunsets and sunrises with him. He loves it :)

No WIFI here unfortunately, but, really- say goodbye to your electronic devices and embrace nature. It's good for you.

If you want to explore the woods, always have Soap beside you. He'll guide you around. Maybe you might find a small, beautiful clearing beside a lake. It's a perfect campsite. Could go swimming, fishing, canoeing...

Don't worry. No harmful bugs or creepy crawlies you dislike.

Oh? You want to go rock-climbing? Why how convenient that there's this cliff right beside us. With harnesses and such attached to the wall! And would you look at that, it's very easy to climb.

Plenty of things to do.

Starwatching. :)

As long as you're with him, no harmful monsters are going to bother you two.

Never go alone.

Ghost - the Beach

It's... a lovely beach.

If it weren't so foggy in most days.

But that's what you have Ghost for. He's your personal heater. :)

Seriously it gets freezing at night and the small shack by the ocean isn't really keeping the cold out.

Don't you worry. Sand won't get everywhere. And it's smooth. Calm your tits, Anakin.

Some days, when the Sun is out, the sand is just the perfect warm bed for you to lay down and just... sunbathe.

You can tan with Ghost to get that impeccable bronze. Don't worry, you won't get sunburnt. Of course... could always ask Ghost to lather sunscreen on you. He'll be happy to help you with that :)

The water can vary in temperature- from freezing cold to a nice sunny warm.

You can swim and wade in it. And you can try to go deeper but isn't that strange? The depth isn't changing and you just don't seem to be leaving the shore too much.

The currents do get stronger when you keep on trying. Don't bother, you're never getting past it.

Plenty of food and water in that shack. And spare clothes, towels...

WIFI? Babe, this is the beach. You don't need it. You have Ghost.

Bonus:

Credits to @angelcqre for this line:

something about the boys all going to Gaz’s domain at random points to pick up shit they don’t have in their own domains [...]

Yes.

Yes they would. They absolutely would.

[bahablastplz]

Cosmic Love: Chan x Reader x Felix

A night at the club turns into a lot more than you anticipated, all thanks to a stupid text that you don't even remember sending. The next day, Chan and Felix invite you over for dinner. That's all it is, right? Content: Smut, minor angst, fluff Warnings: Use of petnames 'love,' and 'babygirl,' threesome, fingering, oral (f! and m! receiving), p in v sex, lots of praise, spanking (barely), humiliation/second hand embarrassment WC: 4700

It starts like this: 

Chan texts you the morning after you go to the club. Of course, you’re hungover out of your mind, but that’s to be expected. On Saturday morning, or afternoon you suppose, you roll out of bed with a loud groan, a pulsing headache making its way behind your eyes. 

You notice that your makeup has been removed and you’re now sporting clothes much comfier than your dress and heels that were suffocating you last night at the club. Your phone is also plugged in, and you have been notorious for waking up with a dead phone the morning after waking up from a night out. 

You have half the mind to wonder, how the hell were you cognizant enough last night to do all of this? You certainly don’t remember it. It all makes sense when you check your notifications, screen a little too bright for your liking, and see that Chan had texted you an hour ago. 

Channie: Hey babygirl  I don’t know if you remember, but Felix and I brought you home last night~  You were pretty fucked up haha  If you’re feeling up to it, you want to join us for dinner tonight at my place?  Me you and Lix  Hope you’re feeling okay this morning. Let us know if you need anything, yeah? 

You groan. Of course Chan and Felix brought you home last night, that makes so much more sense. Chan has always been a natural caretaker, and if he was at the club last night and you tried to go home with some random guy or even take an Uber, he surely would have become overprotective and offered to take you home himself. 

Your heart pangs when you read the text again. Babygirl. The pet name makes it easy to remember the major crush you’ve been harboring for him for forever. Him and Felix both, honestly. You really really hope you didn’t say anything embarrassing last night that you can’t remember. That would be just your luck, honestly. Taking a deep breath, you make a note to take some Advil as you text him back. 

Y/N: Thanks so much  I’ll be there! Can’t wait 

He texts you back almost instantly: 

Channie:  Sick  We’re super excited 

A red flag should have raised over the fact that, though him and Felix were your closest friends, they almost never invited you over to their place. They almost always come over to yours when you hang out, and hangouts usually happen more organically. You brush the thought aside, chalking it up to Chan’s protective nature and need to make sure you’re okay after what was likely a rough night out. 

That’s all it is, right? 

You’re only giddy because of this stupid crush on your friends you can’t quite push away. There’s not anything more going on and there’s no lines to read between. You repeat this like a mantra as you get ready tonight, putting on just a little bit of makeup (for no reason in particular!!!), and repeat it once more as you knock on Chan’s door, bottle of wine in hand. 

He opens the door with a large smile, all teeth, that makes your heart beat a little faster. When you hand him the bottle of wine you’re met with a hearty laugh. “You sure you didn’t have enough of this last night?” he teases. You shove his chest lightly, giving him a devilish grin.

“What if I brought it for you?” You quip back. 

“I think we were imagining a type of fun that didn’t involve alcohol.” You give him a smile at his words, brows furrowing for a second before brushing off his words. He probably just means they intend to stay sober tonight. You’ve had plenty of nights that were fun that didn’t involve alcohol, so that’s all he meant by his words! Shrugging, you put the wine in the fridge instead of cracking it open, taking his advice to save the drink for another day. 

Dinner is amazing. Chan made it with Felix’s observation, as according to Chan the other shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen ever again. You laugh as he dives into several stories of baking incidents gone wrong, including a time that Felix and Seungmin ended up burning everything they made. You defend your friend, telling Chan that Felix ‘does make killer brownies,’ which the other can’t argue with. It’s decided that Felix should do most of his cooking alone, as anytime he cooks with anybody else it ends up in a minor disaster. Felix looks thoroughly flushed and embarrassed by the end of your conversation so the two of you relent on your teasing. 

You decide on a movie. It’s not even really that entertaining and you’re barely paying attention if you’re being honest. It’s some movie you’d seen a hundred times before. You find your place between Chan and Felix, your body squished between your two friends. You nuzzle your head into Chan’s shoulder and prop your legs up onto Felix. You’re comfortable, very much so, though you tense for a second when you feel Felix’s hand rest on your thigh. You can also feel Chan’s breath on your neck, and you suddenly feel hot. Very hot. 

You hope they can’t feel how warm to the touch you’ve become, and at such a simple action at that. Are you really that pathetic? God, your crush on them has gotten out of hand, you think, but when Felix’s hand raises further up your thigh and starts rubbing teasing circles you’re not so sure this is all in your head anymore. Chan has always been touchy with you and Felix moreso, but this is just a little bit out of character for them. You’re worried to speak up for a second, scared that your words would make Felix retract his hand. When he looks up at you with an inquisitorial gaze, however, you can’t help the words that spill from your mouth. “Lix–” 

You’re not prepared for the words that come from the man behind you. 

“Tell me, Y/N,” Chan says lowly. “Do you want me to fuck you nice and hard?” He punctuates his words and your body physically tenses. Your world has come to a full stop. 

“What?” 

“Do you want me to–” 

“I… I heard you,” you interrupt. “I’m just… I’m not quite sure what you mean.” You feel afraid to look up at Chan from behind you, and you certainly don’t look at Felix; though his hand has stilled, it still rests firmly on your thigh. 

“I don’t know if you remember this,” Chan says. His demeanor has changed, and you’re met with a chuckle and a deep breath. He seems very shy compared to the man just seconds ago speaking into your ear. “Last night when you were at the club, you texted me and Lix in a group chat.” 

Fuck. 

That makes so much more sense, you think. No way would you have gotten that fucked up without doing something you would regret. You reach for your phone but a hand rests on top of yours, stilling your movement. 

“No, it’s okay,” he says in response to your panic. “I already have it pulled up. I was thinking I could read it to you.” 

“Chan, I’m sorry, I’m sure I didn’t–” 

He shushes you. For some reason sparks shoot up your spine at the action. You purse your lips shut, an action that implies your silence and you wait for him to continue. 

“Last night you were dancing with us,” he starts. “You were drunk out of your mind. I think you knew that already. But you texted Lix and I, and we could just tell you had enough to drink so we offered to take you home. But while we were in the car,” he laughs lightly. You don’t feel like laughing back, “While we were in the car, you texted us. It wasn’t meant for us, but you told us some things that you wanted us to, um, do to you.” 

“That’s not the worst part,” Felix provides unhelpfully. You glare at the man and he smiles sweetly. “Chris’ phone was connected to bluetooth and it read your texts out loud in the car.” 

You groan. Thank God you were drunk enough last night to not remember that because you’re not sure you can even relive the memory. In fact, even now you wish for the world to split open and swallow you whole. 

“Emmaaaaa,” Chan starts, reading your texts out loud in a voice that is obviously meant to resemble your own. You realize now that the text was meant for your best friend, the one that you use to hopelessly rant to about your strong unrequited crush for the two boys in question. 

“God they’re so finee  I want Channie and Lixie so bad fr  I just want them to ruin me  You know I’ve never been fucked right but I want Chan to just fuck me nice and hard ughhshh  I know you’re so tired of hearing me talk about this  But he’s so perfect I just know he could fuck me up sooo good  And Felix? I just want him to whisper filthy things in my ears With his perfect voice  He looks like such an angel I just want to see what he’s really like, if he’ll fuck me soft or nice and hard like Channie  I need them both to ruin me!!!! You don’t understand If I don’t get someone’s cock in my mouth–” 

“Oh my god that’s enough,” you interrupt. You’re not sure you can listen to another second of past-you embarrassing yourself, and you tell him as much when you shoot out of his grasp and turn around to look at him. He has a sly fucking grin on his mouth and you can’t help but feel like you’re the butt of a joke you didn’t ask to be a part of. “I… I can’t listen to you embarrass me anymore. I’m so sorry about what I said and I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Hell, you know I don’t even remember it, and I know that really doesn’t excuse it but I hope you know I never wanted to ruin our friendship. I know you guys don’t feel the same way so if you want, I can go and–” 

Chan puts his hands around your shoulders, halting your movements when you try to stand. 

“Woah woah woah, babygirl,” he says, trying to interrupt your sad attempt at salvaging your relationship. “It’s not what you think, actually. You could never ruin your friendship with us, okay?” You feel tears prick at your eyes, truly humiliated with how the night has progressed. Even now, Chan is here trying to be nice to you so you won’t feel bad about what happened which is somehow even more humiliating. 

“Did you really mean what you said?” Felix says, finally. 

“Can I even take it back now?” you say, laughing sardonically. “You know, drunk actions are sober thoughts, or whatever they say? I’m so sorry, again. Like I said, if you want me to leave I can.” Your eyes flit between Felix and Chan, gauging for a reaction, any sense that they may be uncomfortable with your actions. You’re surprised to find none. 

“If you really meant it,” Chan says, inhaling through his teeth and clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “Then we kind of had a proposal for you.” 

“What kind of proposal?” you ask suspiciously. 

“The kind where maybe we have sex? All three of us,” he suggests. 

What. 

What?

“What!?” Your brain supplies the only word it can think of. This is a joke, right? Your feelings that have been unrequited for so long are being reciprocated this casually? You stare blankly at the two men who are waiting for some sort of response. 

“I… I’m not sure if I can,” you answer finally. Though everything in your body is telling you yes yes yes, the arousal already pooling in between your legs, your brain finally seems to be the one in the forefront making the decisions. “I can’t do that, have ‘just sex’ with you. Either of you. And maybe I’m about to make a fool of myself even more tonight, but I have to admit that my feelings for you both run a lot deeper than just… sexual.” You let out a heavy sigh when you finally admit the truth. “I’m scared that I won’t be able to detach my emotions from it all, and I really don’t want to ruin what we have going on.” 

You’re met with silence and you open your eyes but don’t look at either of them, instead opting to look at the floor. Did Chan get a new carpet? It looks really nice–

“I don’t think it would be ‘just sex,’ babygirl.” Chan and that goddamned pet name that makes your heart flutter. “We’ve, uh, both liked you for a very long time. And we want this to go further, if you’re interested of course.” 

For the second time in one night, you feel as if the world has tilted on its axis. Maybe it has, because you feel a little bit dizzier now and your heart beats a little bit faster than it did just seconds ago. 

“Are you sure?” you ask, worrying your lip between your teeth. Felix takes his thumb and pulls your lip out from between your teeth, his thumb lingering for a second before pushing into your mouth. Your eyes close and your tongue swirls around the appendage. 

“Do you want this, love?” The deep timbre of his voice sends shivers down your spine and your eyes open, meeting his gaze. For a second, it feels as if nothing but you and Felix exist in this entire world, and you ponder his words for a second. If they really mean it and they have both liked you for a while now, you don’t have to worry about separating feelings from sex. You ponder what this means for your relationships going forward for a second but the pulsing need between your legs and the way your breath hitches when his thumb pushes further into your mouth tells you all you need to know. You want this. You nod your head and know it’s the right choice when you’re met with a reassuring smile. 

“If you’re sure, then we’re sure,” Chan says from beside you. You feel his fingers on your leg, veiny hands rubbing small circles on the expanse of your thigh. When he grips the plush of your thigh hard you can’t help the gasp that comes from your mouth, and Felix’s thumb releases from your mouth, wet with your saliva. You feel his hand come to rest on your face as he caresses you softly, brushing a stray hair away from your face as he leans in to kiss you. 

You breathe into the kiss but let him take the lead, soft and plush lips delicate against your own. When his tongue barely brushes your bottom lip you’re already opening your mouth for him eagerly, letting his tongue come into contact with yours. The kiss is passionate but almost too romantic for what you’re about to let him do to you. When you moan into the kiss he deepens it, hands pulling your face even closer to his own. 

You note the movement on the couch next to you and Chan taps your shoulder. When you turn your head to look at him he’s crashing his lips into yours in a bruising kiss, messy and desperate and it catches you off guard but you return his advances eagerly, lips and tongue moving expertly against one anothers. 

Felix’s hand comes and snakes around your waist, stopping your kiss just long enough to lift your shirt over your head. His warm breath hits your neck and it’s all you can focus on besides Chan’s wet tongue against yours, but then Felix’s fingers rub your nipples over the fabric of your bra and you’re keening backwards into his touch, running away while simultaneously trying to get more at the same time. 

When Chan finally breaks the kiss it’s with a groan and a long string of saliva connects you, wet and dirty. He sits back and admires the work that Felix is doing, having you come completely undone for him with just his fingers against your still clothed breasts. It’s Chan that reaches and unclasps your bra, leaving you utterly exposed in front of the two men in front of you and he wastes no time before joining Felix in his ministrations. 

The teasing becomes too much, tongue and teeth and pinching over your abused breasts, and at this point you’re not sure how much more squeezing of your thighs together you can do before it comes to much. 

“Please,” you breathe, and you’re not even quite sure what you’re asking for. 

“Please what, babygirl?” Chan coos at you, words laced with a teasing lilt. You reach forward and grab his hand and it’s like your breath stops when you place his hand right between your legs where you need him the most. “Want me to touch you?” He asks. His breathing is heavy and you admire his attempt at trying to keep his composure. 

“Yes, please,” you nod, eyes never leaving his. Not even when his hand cups your clothed pussy and you buck up into him with a cry. Felix shifts from behind you and pulls your back into his chest as Chan reaches down to pull down your shorts with one swift motion. 

You’re completely bare for them now, and you have little time to dwell on this fact before Felix grabs your legs and spreads them open, hooking them over his own. His hands rest on your thighs, holding you into place and giving Chan access to your sopping core. 

“God, babygirl you’re soaked,” Chan notes, two fingers swiping in between your folds. You can hear it, the wetness pooled between your legs, but when he leans his face forward and meets his tongue with your clit you can’t help the surprise that creeps from your throat. 

He’s relentless, his tongue flicking and circling your clit mercilessly. Your legs shake and try to close but are held open by Felix’s own. 

You look up at the man behind you with teary eyes and open mouth, thinking about asking him to give you mercy but the expression on his face tells you all you need to know. He’s enjoying this just as much as Chan is. 

“Does that feel good?” he asks into your ear. 

“Yes, oh my god,” you tell him as his lips come down to meet yours in a short peck. They ultimately land on your neck, nipping at the junction between your neck and ear. 

“Tell me how good,” he instructs. “Tell me how good he’s making you feel.” 

“So good, Felix, oh,” you moan. Two of Chan’s fingers thrust into you, in motion with the way that his tongue abuses your clit and it’s already too much. “God, Felix, he’s making me feel so good. He’s… He’s eating me out so good, his tongue feels…oh my–” you know you’re babbling but you can’t help the moan that interrupts your words. Felix shushes you, and you think his hands are going to find place in your hair to soothe you but instead they make way to your breasts, still sensitive from just minutes prior. 

His thumb and pointer finger pinch your nipples between his fingers, tugging and twisting them. Your back arches at his touch and your skin prickles at his low voice in your ear. 

“You’re doing so, so good for us, love. Fuck, you’re being so good letting Channie eat your pussy like that,” he says. One hand comes to grab the flesh at your hip, kneading it as he continues to tease your pebbled nipple between his fingers. “Do you like being good for us?” 

“Yes, fuck, fuck, I like being good for you,” you cry out. “Love it so much, oh my god–” and as Chan’s fingers curl up inside of you, you find your orgasm being ripped out of you with no warning. You’re cumming hard around his fingers, pulsing tightly as he lets you ride out your high on his face. Behind you Felix takes to setting a slow pace in rubbing his hands up and down your body, grounding you with his touch as he whispers praises in your ears. 

When you finally open your eyes again, you truly feel like you have woken up in a different dimension. 

“Holy fuck–” you rasp, noting when Felix wipes a tear from your eyes you hadn’t realized you had shed. 

“Do you think you can take us, babygirl?” Chan asks as he pulls his fingers from your center. He reaches across your body to offer his soaking fingers to Felix, who eagerly takes them in his mouth for the chance to taste you. You don’t miss the way he moans around Chan’s fingers. 

“Yes,” you say softly. “Want you both.” 

Felix reaches down and kisses you, much more comfortable this time with the way that he allows himself to be rougher with you, pushing his tongue into your mouth with a boldness that was lacking earlier. When you pull apart you notice the large hands on your waist that aren’t his and you’re being flipped around by Chan before you can process it. Your ass is up in the air and you’re on all fours now, squeaking when Chan lands a quick hit to your ass and kneads the flesh. 

When you tilt your head up to look at Felix you notice him pulling his pants and boxers down past his thighs, letting his cock spring free and resting at your face. He taps it against your cheek and he looks down at you, silently checking to make sure  you’re okay. Looking up at him with bright wide eyes you blink, asking him for permission as you open your mouth wide for him. 

He pushes in with a groan, letting his cock rest on your tongue for a second. You suckle on his tip and let your tongue swirl around his head, watching how reactive he is with amusement. Even though you haven’t fully started sucking him off yet he is breathy, eyes dark in the way he looks at you and strokes your hair. 

He pushes his length further into your mouth and you groan, taking him fully. He sets the pace, slow and languid, pulling his cock fully out of your mouth before shoving it back in with expertise. 

You barely register the hands behind you that grab your ass until you feel Chan’s tip prodding at your entrance, barely pushing inside you. You let out a shaky breath around Felix and Chan takes that as a sign to push into you fully. 

The stretch is welcoming. Your jaw goes slack as you take a moment to process the protrusion, clenching tightly around him as he stills. Felix uses your mouth now, setting the rhythm for the man behind you as well. Relaxing, you let yourself be used by both of the men. You feel Chan’s thighs smack the back of yours, wet and messy and relentless. This causes you to jerk forward, pushing you back and forth onto Felix’s cock. Chan’s hands press into your hips, desperate and harsh and sure to leave bruises in its wake.

“God, love, your mouth,” Felix moans. His hand in your hair is soft in its caresses, contradictory from the way his hips snap into your face ruthlessly. “You’re doing so fucking good for us, baby. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? For Chan to fuck you nice and hard, yeah? For me to whisper filthy things in your ear?” 

You do what you can to nod your head, though it’s pathetic with the way your mouth is full of him. You know you look utterly debauched, absolutely used from the two men you’ve found yourself in between. The mascara you applied before is running down your face along with tears of pleasure, and you find yourself continuously blinking them away to look up at Felix. Your hands find place on the bed beside you, fingers curling into the sheets. You’re close, incredibly so, and you know it’s not much longer until you come over the edge. 

Felix lets out a low groan and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. With a sharp grasp on your hair he spills into your mouth, right down your throat in hot spurts. You swallow around him thickly and he pulls out, wiping a bit of spit off of your mouth with his thumb. 

You fall forward into Felix’s lap, arching your back in order to give Chan full access to your dripping hole. He takes full advantage of it, fucking into you with reckless abandon. Now that your mouth is free, you have full opportunity to speak–though, the only thing that comes out of your mouth now are loud moans and broken, choked sobs. 

“Chan, fuck, oh my, I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna come–” you babble. 

“Sweet girl, is he fucking you stupid?” Felix asks, wrapping his arms around you and making you look into his eyes. When you meet his gaze you nod your head sporadically. 

Chan grunts from behind you, his hips starting to stutter. “Fuck, Lix. I’m close,” he warns. “Touch her pretty clit for me, make her cum for us.” Felix does as instructed, snaking his hand down to where Chan pushes in and out between your bodies. “So good, love. Cum for us,” he says into your ear. 

His fingers barely brush your clit when you’re cumming hard around Chan’s cock, squeezing around his length hard. He rocks his hips into yours, helping you ride out your release before he pulls out and cums all over your ass. You’re whining and clutching onto Felix, though you don’t realize it; his hand runs small circles onto your back. When he looks down at you it’s as if you hung the stars, gaze so full of adoration that your heart batters against your chest in response loud enough that he very well might hear it. 

Somewhere behind you, Chan leaves and then returns with something to clean you up. You only know this when you feel the soft material on your back and you let out a grunt of appreciation. Chan sits next to you now, spooning you from the side where you lay across Felix’s body. 

“Are you okay?” Chan speaks softly. 

You scoff. “I just fucked the two people I’ve been in love with for years. You think I’m not okay?” 

“Love. You love us?” Felix asks. 

You laugh. You can’t help it, because how the fuck do you keep on embarrasing yourself like this? It’s as if they can read your mind, because before you can backtrack or word-vomit they’re already speaking. 

“I don’t know if I made this clear,” Chan starts. “But my feelings for you, they’re strong. I love you too. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” 

“Same here, love. We’ve wanted this for forever. If you’ll let us have you, we want you to be ours.” He whispers a soft ‘I love you’ into your hair and you find yourself overcome with emotion. 

The movie is still playing on the TV. It makes you laugh when you realize something. 

“Did you both seriously invite me over for dinner just so you could seduce me?” 

“Hey hey!” Chan laughs, tickling your side for a moment. “You’re the one that begged for us to ruin you, babygirl. Did you get what you wanted?” 

“I don’t know,” you say, pretending to be in thought. “I’m not feeling super ruined at the moment.” 

“That can be arranged.” 

*** Last installment of the threesome series <3 Thank you everyone for reading. If you want to check out the other three chapters, you can find them in my masterlist.

Taglist: @lolareadsimagines @elizalabs3 @chvn-max

[margoisthemoon2]

Halsin nsfw ABC

A/N: uhh i 100% live by helsin being a soft dom in public and a hard dom in private

NB reader so…yeah

* A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) ~ He is most defiantly a big aftercare person. Massaging your tender body and kissing any bruises you got. Running a bath and making sure you heal. “Are you okay my heart? Was i too rough?”

* B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) ~ waist. (Sounds weird ik). But he is a huge waist grabber. It makes it easier for him to manhandle you and keep you in place.

* C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) ~ He loves seeing his cum on your back or torso.

* D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) ~ none he choose to share everything with you

* E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) ~ VERY!! Dude has had plenty of partners over the years. He’s a man and he knows what he is doing and what he wants. End of story.

* F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) ~ Missionary. He wants to see your entire body on display as he rams into you.

* G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) ~ He can crake a joke or two but he’s more serious and paying attention if you’re enjoying yourself or not so he can catch you giving consent or using a safeword to stop

* H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) ~ It indeed matches. He doesnt like to shave often in other parts thats not his face but he makes sure it doesnt get too crazy down there

* I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) ~ Very romantic. Every position that is changed you can hear him say “Is this okay?” “Let me know if you dont like this” he is a huge kisser during intimacy

* J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) ~ He likes to get straight to it with you but when he is alone and thinking about you he would touch himself once in a while.

* K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) ~ Breeding. Even if you cant get preggers. Breeding.

* L = Location (favorite places to do the do) ~ Anywhere. Any time. But mainly in nature where you cant be seen.

* M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) ~ Just your presence makes him hot and heavy for you.

* N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) ~ He wont do bondage. He doesn’t want you to tied up, he knows how it feels to not have freedom

* O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) ~ Hes a big person on giving. He cant have intimacy if he hasnt gone down on you yet.

* P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) ~ All of the above. Sometimes depends on his mood. He can be rough and hard and other times he can be slow and take in the moment

* Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) ~ He likes quickies. Knowing that its what you both want and you are satisfied is most important.

* R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) ~ He a ‘dont knock it till you try it’ type of person

* S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) ~ He can go multiple rounds. He will go from sun up to sun down if you can last just as long

* T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) ~ He doesnt own any toys himself nor does he use them. However he is very open to you using a plug.

* U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) ~ Hes a huge tease. he loves rubbing your bottom getting closer and closer to your hole before pulling away and acting like he wasnt doing anything

* V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) ~ He grubts alot. A moan and here and there. But he loves cursing during intomacy

* W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) ~ He wants to go as deep as he can in you. Other than missionary he loves the position ‘Praying Mantis’

* X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) ~ He is big and girthy. Hes 7” soft and 7.5” hard and 8” around.

* Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) ~ Very high. But he holds himself back as long as he can

* Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) ~ It takes him a while to fall asleep. He always make sure you are comfortable and okay. About 95% of the time he wants you to fall asleep before he goes.

[luvergirl-866]

something like love

part - 5

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count - 3.0k

c/w - language

a/n - yall have been all up in my asks today, so i pumped this chapter out. gotta give the people what they want fr. sorry it’s a lil short, this chapter was kind of a filler tbh! also, did anyone catch the irl past references in the first scene? ;) as always, hope yall enjoy!! (also, this is unedited. like usual lol)

Azzi is woken bright and early the next morning by none other than her best friend, who seems awfully cheerful considering the night they just had.

“Wow, P,” Azzi grumbles once she’s sitting up in bed, watching Paige buzz around the room through bleary eyes. “It’s early for you.”

“Didn’t really sleep,” Paige says, slipping out of her pajamas so she’s only in boxers and a sports bra. (Azzi knows she should probably look away, but she doesn’t.) “We gotta run to the store, get up.”

“Okay,” Azzi yawns, blinking slowly while Paige slips into a pair of basketball shorts and a crop top that Azzi’s pretty sure belongs to her. “Be up in a sec.” But Paige disappears into the bathroom and Azzi can’t help but lay back down, snuggling under the warm sheets—if she’s being honest, she didn’t get much sleep last night, either. But where the lack of sleep is making Paige hyper, it’s making Azzi want nothing more than drift back off for just a few more minutes.

She’s barely fallen back asleep when something large and solid lands on top of her, and she buries her head into the pillow, groaning. “Ow, Paige, get off.”

“Get your ass outta bed,” Paige responds, but she is laying across the entire length of Azzi’s body like a warm, nice-smelling weighted blanket, and it only lulls Azzi back to sleep. She thinks about the irony of it, that their roles have switched this morning—usually Azzi is the one who has to drag Paige out of bed.

She’s only half-asleep but she swears she’s started snoring when Paige rolls of her and jabs her in the ribs. “Azzi!”

“No, Paige, please,” Azzi mumbles, throwing an arm over her face. “I’m tired.”

“Well I’m not going to the store by myself,” Paige says stubbornly, tugging on Azzi’s hand. “Come onnn.”

“We’ll go later,” Azzi tries to reason, but Paige won’t have that, pulling on her arm even harder.

“We gotta go now, Lauren’s gonna be here in a couple hours.”

Oh. Right. Paige’s siblings get back from their respective activities this morning, and of course Paige would never reunite with them empty-handed.

“Okay, okay,” Azzi concedes, finally sitting up once again, stretching out her arms. Paige, satisfied that Azzi is up now, gets back out of bed heads back to the bathroom.

“Get ready fast, I wanna give ourselves plenty of time,” she calls, and Azzi watches her as she washes her face in the sink, rubbing her face aggressively like she always does.

Yawning, Azzi finally gets out of bed, wincing when she finds her neatly packed suitcase next to Paige’s already disorganized one, her clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor. “Paige, we need to unpack today.”

Paige pokes her head out of the bathroom and looks down at the mess that is her suitcase, then shrugs. “Nah, it’s okay.”

“That wasn’t a suggestion,” Azzi says, kneeling down to move her suitcase away from Paige’s before she starts carefully rifling through the outfits she packed. “I dunno what to wear.”

“It’s warm out today,” Paige says, disappearing back into the bathroom. “You pack those lil jean shorts? With the flowers on them?”

“Yeah,” Azzi replies, instantly looking for those. “But my ass hangs out in them.”

There’s silence in the bathroom and Azzi thinks maybe Paige didn’t hear her, but a moment later she’s saying, “Yeah, wear those with your purple tank.”

It may raise her eyebrows, but it also makes her smirk, and Azzi does exactly as Paige says.

Thirty minutes later, the two of them—after successfully sneaking out of the house without running into Paige’s parents—are at the store, tossing anything they think her siblings will like into the basket. A new video game and snacks for Ryan, and some brand-name makeup and flowers for Lauren. (They also get energy drinks, even though Azzi doesn’t think Paige needs it.)

By the time they get back home, they should still have an hour until Lauren gets home—but as soon as they walk through the front door a young, strawberry-blonde girl is barreling into Paige’s arms, squealing.

Paige grunts dramatically, and then hands off the grocery bags to Azzi so she can wrap her arms around her little sister. “Whoa, what you doing home?” she asks, bending down to kiss her hair. “We were supposed to get here before you.”

“I couldn’t wait,” Lauren replies, muffled from where she’s buried in Paige’s chest. “So I came home early but you weren’t even here, and Mom and Dad said they didn’t know where you went to.”

“Sorry, Laur,” Paige responds, rubbing her sister’s back before pulling away. “We were out getting some stuff.”

Lauren waggles her eyebrows. “Gifts?”

“Mm. Maybe.” Paige smiles when Lauren giggles excitedly, and it’s only then that they address Azzi, who is standing somewhat awkwardly, trying to let the two sisters have their moment.

Lauren’s smile falters only a little when she sees Azzi. To her credit, she still sounds cheerful when she says, “Hi, Azzi, it’s good to see you.”

“Yeah, good to see you too,” Azzi responds, smiling as openly as she can. She’s only met Paige’s siblings a few times—not counting Drew, obviously—and so it’s a little uncomfortable when Lauren goes in for a hug. But this is a twelve-year-old girl, and Azzi is a grown adult, and she welcomes her with open arms, hugging her as well as possible with her groceries still in her arms. Paige takes them back from her after only a second of her struggling.

“You’ve gotten taller,” Azzi comments, because that’s something that you say to kids, right?

It seems to be a good thing to say because Lauren pulls back and beams up at her. “Mom says I’m almost as tall as Paige was at my age.” She looks back at Paige with a proud smile.

Paige grins back, ruffling her hair. “That mean you gonna start playin’ ball?”

“No way,” Lauren replies, playfully vehement. “Ryan keeps saying he wants to try, though.”

“I’ll convince him, for real,” Paige insists, and they all start moving to the kitchen so they can set the grocery bags down.

“Can I see my gift now?” Lauren asks, sliding into a bar stool.

Paige wags a finger at her. “Nuh-uh. We gotta wait for brother.”

Lauren groans dramatically, then giggles at herself and looks curiously at Azzi. “So, is Josh not here, then?”

Beside her, Paige freezes. Azzi glances cautiously at her, and she collects herself quickly, sharing a comforting look with Azzi. “Um,” she says, rounding the island to sit next to Lauren, “did Mom not tell you?”

Lauren wrinkles her eyebrows. “Tell me what?”

That’s enough of an answer, and Paige runs a hand over her face, clearly nervous to have to go through this all over again. It makes Azzi angry, for the millionth time, at her parents—of course they wouldn’t tell her younger siblings. Of course they’d make Paige do it.

“Well, uh,” Paige starts, “yeah, no, Josh isn’t coming. He and I, we actually broke up.”

“Oh.” Lauren frowns. “Sorry. Are you sad about it?”

“No, um, it’s okay. I realized I didn’t like him that much.”

“Why not?” Lauren asks.

“Well, because,” Paige looks to Azzi for help, and all Azzi can do is nod at her. “It’s because he’s a boy.”

Lauren’s frown deepens. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” she looks down at her lap, then makes eye contact with her little sister, “I mean I don’t really like boys, Laur.”

Lauren stares at her sister, and then she glances at Azzi before looking at the countertop, eyebrows furrowed just like Paige’s do when she’s thinking. “So,” she begins slowly, looking back up to Paige, “you like girls? Like, you like like them?”

“Yeah,” Paige says, and she and Azzi share a look, unsure of where this is going. Azzi hasn’t even noticed until now that she’s holding her breath.

“And you wanna date them?” Lauren clarifies.

“Well, I actually am dating one already,” Paige says, and before she can finish her sentence Lauren looks back at Azzi and she can swear she sees the moment it clicks in her brain.

“So Azzi is your girlfriend?” she says.

Paige hesitates, then says, “Yeah, she is.”

Azzi was expecting a lot of reactions, but Lauren’s bright, proud smile wasn’t one of them. “I guessed!” she hops off her barstool to round the island and give Azzi yet another hug. “So that means I have a new sister!”

Sort of incredulously, Azzi laughs, rubbing the younger girl’s shoulder. Paige blinks once before saying, “That’s not how that works.”

“She’s my in-law now,” Lauren replies with a duh tone, like Paige is slow, and it makes Azzi laugh again.

“No, she’s not your in-law until we get—“ Paige cuts herself off, biting her lip and Azzi stops laughing. Because they’re going to ‘break up’ almost as soon as this trip is over and they can’t get Lauren’s hopes up too much about things like marriage.

Lauren doesn’t seem to notice. She shakes her head firmly. “She’s my sister. I don’t care what you say.” Smiling slyly up at Azzi, she says, “So, cooler older sister,”—Paige gasps, offended—“will you please convince your girlfriend to let me open my gifts now.”

Azzi falters, but then she’s looking over at Paige, who is staring at her little sister with something like awe, and she decides that for now, they should just enjoy the innocent, loving acceptance of 12-year-old girls.

——————————————

By the time Ryan gets home Paige’s parents have joined them in the kitchen, and even though it’s tense with them around, Lauren’s chatter lifts the tension significantly. When the front door opens, Ryan barrels into Paige in a similar fashion as his little sister did, and the three siblings reunite happily, all of them a bundle of teasing of arguing and catching up.

When Ryan catches sight of Azzi, nobody has time to be nervous or hold their breaths because Lauren wraps an arm around her waist and says, “Azzi is here because she’s Paigey’s girlfriend. Say hi.”

Ryan opens his mouth, then closes it, then glances at his parents—who are stubbornly avoiding anybody’s gaze—before looking at his older sister with a questionable expression. Paige nods, and so he turns back to Azzi and says, in classic teenage-boy fashion, “Hey.”

Azzi takes much satisfaction in the way his parents fumble over themselves, apparently shocked that their children are capable of so much more love and acceptance than they are.

After the kids open their gifts, they drag Paige and Azzi upstairs to give them the ‘grand tour’ of their rooms. “Mine has changed,” Lauren says once they arrive at the room across the hallway from Paige’s. “We painted it sage green because the pink was too babyish for me.”

Paige and Azzi nod in agreement.

“And I don’t have my unicorn blanket anymore,” Lauren continues, jumping onto her bed to showcase this fact.

Paige places a hand over her heart. “You got rid of blankie? You love that thing.”

Azzi smiles, knowing that exact feeling—being a big sister and watching your siblings grow up without your permission.

But then Lauren heads to her closet and rummages around inside before pulling out a tattered, pink baby blanket with unicorns sewn into the fabric. “Don’t tell Ryan, but I couldn’t actually get rid of it.”

Paige sighs in relief.

Ryan’s room is dark, lit only by red LED lights, and his bed is unmade. He’s got a PS5 set up in one corner of his room and a desk that looks widely unused in the other. There’s dirty clothes everywhere.

“It’s kinda messy,” he says, carelessly tossing a few clothes off his bed to sit in it, powering up his TV.

“You take after me,” Paige says proudly, and Azzi nudges her in the arm, rolling her eyes. Paige grins at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and Ryan glances away from his TV at them.

“So, you guys are really dating?” he asks.

At the question, the both of them share a nervous glance—does he suspect something? But when Paige says, “Yeah, why?” he replies with a simple, “I figured.”

“Whatchu mean?” Paige asks.

He shrugs nonchalantly, looking back at his TV. “I could tell. Whenever we came to visit you were always texting Azzi or calling Azzi or talking about Azzi. It was all, Azzi this, Azzi that, my name’s Paige and I’m soooo in love with my little Azzi-Wazzi—“

“Yo, okay, bye!” Paige says loudly, going to shove Azzi out of the room, but she keeps her feet planted, amused and so, so curious.

“No, seriously, it was annoying.” Ryan sighs. “I remember the one time we came up and Azzi was staying with you and y’all kept playing footsies under the dinner table. It was gross.”

“We did not!” Paige exclaims as Azzi laughs loudly.

“Did too. And that night you dragged Azzi to your room and I heard you moaning really loud allll night.”

Azzi is cracking up now, and Paige puts her hands on her hips, having given up on trying to drag her away. “Okay, now you’re just making shit up. That’s inappropriate.”

Ryan shrugs again, a slight smirk on his face. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that actually happened, though.”

Paige puts her face in her hands. Azzi looks over at her, grinning widely, and knows it’s her duty to give her shit for this later.

——————————————

During the aforementioned later, while the two of them are getting ready for bed side-by-side in the bathroom, Azzi’s barely even opened her mouth before Paige says, “Don’t.”

The two of them didn’t get a second alone for the rest of the day, because Paige has a little sister and it’s kind of her job to follow them around everywhere and ask annoying questions. Or at least, annoying to Paige. Azzi was more than happy to let Lauren talk her ear off—she’s never had a little sister before.

And besides, she’s used to it considering who her best friend is.

Lunch was spent outside on the porch, soaking in the sun, and it was good because Paige’s parents opted to eat inside. But dinner was awkward, all of them sitting around the table, eating the roast beef Dean had made. Lauren still didn’t seem to pick up on the tension, but Ryan, being a little older, did—apparent in the way he looked curiously between the four adults at the table. He never asked about it, though, and when Paige held Azzi’s hand over the table her parents didn’t say a thing (though Dean looked a bit like he wanted to smack their hands apart) so that’s gotta be a good thing.

Now that they’re finally alone, Azzi is not going to miss out on her opportunity to tease the hell out of her best friend.

“So, you’ve always been a little obsessed with me, huh?” she grins, ignoring Paige’s warning.

Paige rolls her eyes, but Azzi swears her cheeks turn a little pink. “He was making that up.”

“Weird, because I believed him,” Azzi replies, watching as Paige starts brushing her teeth. “Seems like a trustworthy kid.”

“He’sh a fifteen-year-old boy, you can’t trusht none of those,” Paige says around the toothbrush in her mouth.

“Maybe it’s you I can’t trust.”

Paige spits and then gives her an offended look. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Would you?” Azzi teases, and for some reason, it seems to actually make Paige nervous.

She turns away, wiping her mouth on a towel. “‘Course I wouldn’t.”

“Not even if you had a big, fat crush on me?” Azzi says, wish is super unfair because Azzi is the one lying about her big, fat crush, but it feels pretty good to project.

“Bro,” Paige groans, walking into their room, kicking off her basketball shorts on the way.

But Azzi isn’t going to let up. “He seemed pretty serious.”

“He said he heard us moaning,” Paige says, looking around on the floor for a pair of pajamas. (They did not, in fact, unpack today.)

“Okay, he might’ve lied about that,” Azzi admits. She watches, amused, as Paige mumbles to herself while pulling on a pair of PJ pants before she pulls her shirt over her head. “What’re you getting all nervous for?”

“You’re teaming up with my brother,” Paige replies, flopping onto her side of the bed.

“You apparently talk about me 24/7,” Azzi counters.

“Talked,” Paige immediately corrects, and when she sees the triumphant grin on Azzi’s face, she backtracks. “I mean, I didn’t! Obviously I didn’t, that’d be weird.”

“Uh-huh,” Azzi says, “super weird.”

“And I’on even think about you like that, you’re my best friend.”

“I know.”

“And you’re not even my type, for real.”

“Uh-huh.” A week ago, maybe even yesterday, that sentence would’ve been a dagger straight through Azzi’s heart, a harsh reminder of her unreciprocated feelings. But Paige says it like she’s trying to convince herself, and she’s clearly all flustered, her cheeks very evidently pink now, and Azzi wonders—

Slowly, she makes eye contact with Paige, unbuttons her little jean shorts, and shimmies out of them.

Paige averts her gaze, reaching onto the bedside table to take a drink of water.

Interesting. Taking it a little further, Azzi turns away from Paige and pulls her shirt off, letting Paige know two things at once: one, she is wearing a thong, and two, she has not had a bra on all day.

Behind her, a coughing fit starts and she can hear Paige thumping at her chest while her water goes down the wrong pipe.

She grins to herself, sauntering into the bathroom. “Imma take a shower. Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone.” And without a glance behind her, she closes the door.

Pressing her ear to it, she can hear Paige mumbling to herself. She can’t make out exactly what she’s saying, but she does make out a few strings of curse words.

Well. What an interesting development this is.

@azzibuckets @smiths-fan--13 @ch12334 @makethemhoesmad @the-other-half @rosemariiaa

[pastlivesxpastlie]

so I can have you to myself...for once

summary: new boyfriend!virgin!vessel thinks the world of you and can't think of a better way to show it than giving himself to you completely

vessel x fem!reader 𐙚

head's up/tags: switchy desperate lovesick vessel, sweet gone feral, smut with feelings, loss of virginity (lots of checking in and sensitivity), new established relationship, vessel is touch starved and simping, pet names (craziest one is puppy-girl tbh), p in v, dirty talk

Something Vessel didn’t tell you when you first matched on Tinder was that he was…well…how would he have even put it? Touch starved? Desperate? Needy? But you seemed to understand that. You were always holding hands while walking, or in a tight embrace if you were waiting at a crosswalk, or your legs and feet were touching while you sat. You get the idea. As much as he enjoyed the affection, he needed more. While he didn’t out himself as being, well, completely desperate for any kind of physical affection, he was upfront about being a virgin. Sure, he’d fooled around. He’d been blown plenty of times backstage and at parties…and yes he knows where the clitiros AND g-spot are, thank you for asking. But it never led to intercourse. In fact, it didn’t always lead to a relationship or a text back. A lot of times the timing was just off or the person was wrong for him or neither party wanted to. Which was completely understandable, but he had started to wonder if something was wrong with him. That was until he met you.

You were witty, kind, fun. Easy to talk to. And deeply into him. Vessel understood the allure of him. His aura and what came with it physically but otherwise he couldn't understand why you would want to stick around for more. Yeah sure he put himself out there on Tinder during a break from tour and he wanted the attention, but you…you were an angel. You made him take a step back and really consider what he’d been doing all this time. The drive to feel someone and something from others was strong for him. The sex he’d had wasn’t “consummating” by the wider society’s standards, and he was at peace with that, but he finally saw some truth in “saving yourself for the right person.” And it all came from a very sweet genuine place. He thought the world of you! But the other drive... To taste. To ravish. To fuck. That was very much running in the background.

When you two started having serious conversations about your histories and preferences, he was nervous. When he admitted that he’d never actually fucked someone, you chuckled just the tiniest bit, making him blush. 

 “What’s so funny?”

You just shook your head and looked past him, trying to keep a level head.  “I’m not laughing at you. Just myself.”

“Oh. Why…at you?”

“Because I could have really fucked things up. Do you know how hard it is to be good around you? To not just…rip your clothes off every time you come over? To not immediately drop to my knees with my tongue out like a greedy little puppy-girl?” You paused and met his gaze. Poor guy was blushing and breathing like he’d been out in the heat. “I don’t want to scare you. It’s not like I would push you or anything, but I’m glad I know. If you’d ever like to…you know…do something with me. Just let me know. I think we could have a lot of fun together.”

And that’s when Vessel started loving you and simultaneously cursing you. Loving you because you were so sweet, and patient, and gorgeous, and fun, and thoughtful and and and(at this point whoever was listening would pat his shoulder and say, “we get it, mate, you’re whipped”). But he cursed the day he mentioned being a virgin to you because he couldn’t get that image out of his head: you on your knees, begging for his cock. You saw all his scars and flaws and still wanted him in the rawest, most basic way. That blew his mind.

…

On the night you two finally slept together, you stayed out later than usual. Probably past midnight. But you don’t care. He clung to you all night at that stupid party and tried to make out with you in the Uber like a horny teenager. It was adorable. He was adorable. Back at your place, you fiddle for your keys on the darkened porch, which was quite difficult with a giggly man clinging to you. 

“Use your phone light,” Vessel says as he holds your waist and kisses your neck.

You let out a playful, exasperated sigh. “You use your phone light! My hands are full!” Finally the front door opens, and you both clamber in. Vessel’s hands find your waist again and pull you in for a frantic kiss. His hands can’t stay still as he clutches your plush ass but then trails all the way back up to grasp your hair. With a moan he pulls away.

“I think… I want to try it tonight.”

The giddiness and giggliness doesn’t stop once you fall onto your bed, making out and attempting to undress each other. Vessel kicks off his shoes and hesitantly moves away from you so he can take off his jeans. You lean back on your elbows, shaking your head softly. “So eager for me,” you chuckle.

He stands before you in his boxer briefs after he’s taken his shirt off, just taking in the sight of you. His fingers twitch by his side…and so does his cock. You like what you see and feel yourself propelled forward. Onto your knees. “Gonna take care of me, babe?” he asks with a shaky breath. He whimpers softly and bites his lip as you smirk up at him with a little smirk as your fingers lightly trace the waistband of his underwear and his happy trail. On the inside, he’s a mess. He feels the need to claim you as his. He doesn’t even really care about losing his virginity. Vessel just wants to know he’s been with you. The thought of screwing up tonight and not fucking you makes him cringe. He can’t take another night of fucking his stupid little fleshlight and sucking his own fingers pretending both holes are yours. When you ask if you can take his boxers off, he nods dumbly and bites his lip. He thinks he must have blacked out because suddenly your tongue glides from base to tip. Such a pretty smile on your face, too.

“Take your dress off. Please. Please, baby,” he pleads.You shake your head “no” with a little wink as you take his cock deeper into your mouth, nose almost touching him. “Fuck. My girl is talented,” he says as his chest starts to heave a little, “mmm please I…I want to see you.” He can barely get the words out as you let your tongue drag up the underside of his cock. As your lips pass over the head, Vessel’s panting turns into little whimpery moans. “Please.” You gaze up at him through half lidded eyes and see that he’s chewing on his lip and shaking…he wants to manhandle you. He needs to act out. “Fuck it.” Vessel takes your jaw in his hand and holds you so that you’re looking up at him.

“I am done begging. This is me telling you. Take your fucking dress off for me.”

His voice is firm. Dark. Lustful. 

“Yes sir,” is all you can manage before pulling the straps down. You stand up and let the satin-y material pool around your tummy. Vessel curses and growls under his breath as his eyes trail down your bare chest, his hands then pulling your dress further down your plush waist and hips. The feeling of his thumbs hooking the waistband of your panties makes you gasp a little. Vessel just shakes his head and chuckles as he undresses you. 

“You’ve already sucked my cock like it was nothing and yet me undressing you embarrasses you? And here…I thought you would be bossing me around tonight. You’ve folded, hm?”

“I uhm…heh.” You can’t even finish your thought as he pulls your hair back so you look straight up at him. “Got…got too excited I guess.”

“Hm,” he hums with amusement, “like a greedy puppy-girl. All bark…but you have any bite for me? Hmm?”

You stammer as he pushes you back on the bed. There’s something in how he maneuvers you that feels calculated. Practiced. “Ves…babe…? Are you sure you’ve never done this?”

He laughs as he lays atop you, his cock rubbing against your tummy. You can feel him quivering as your nude bodies touch for the first time. Vessel steadies his breath and whispers into your neck, “baby, if you had kept sucking me any longer I was going to lose it…but just because I’ve never been fucked doesn’t mean I don’t think about it.” His cock twitches between you both. “I know what I’m doing. And…dammit I know I’m going to just absolutely…” he pauses as his fingers mash against your clit “…drain myself so fast once I’m inside you. My pretty girl.” He trails wet, sucking kisses down your shoulder, breathing heavily as he poses a question. “I know you think about this. Has it made you cum?” You grit your teeth and whimper as his middle finger enters you and starts to fuck you. 

“Veeeeessssss fuck, baby…s’not nice to ask me something…while you…fuck.” He’s relishing in you trying to answer as he adds a second finger. Your hips buck against his fingers as he kisses your forehead and coos about what a sexy little thing you are. You can’t help the whines coming from you as he pulls his fingers from your needy pussy. All sense in your head flies out the window when he sucks his fingers clean and tastes you for the very first time. “What happened to my sweet, timid boyfriend?” you ask breathlessly.

Vessel plants a soft, deep kiss on your lips as he nudges the head of his cock against your entrance. You find yourself giggling breathlessly as he peppers your face with kisses before he rubs his nose against yours and whispers. “Still him. Just taking what you’ve so very kindly offered me…fuck…you gonna let me in, love?”

You nod softly and whimper as he pushes in. A pathetic, throaty moan ripples through him as he bottoms out. You’d never been someone’s first. It was a bit surprising but very endearing to see him go from feral and touch starved to blushy and pussy-drunk. Vessel wants to move. To feel your hot body against his…to hear you…to kiss you…to have any simultaneous feedback. His lust reciprocated. 

The instinct to care for him kicks in. You hold his face and whisper. “You feel so good inside me…you do baby…I want you so bad… Do you feel good?” His eyebrows knit together and he whimpers softly, wincing like he’s in pain. But he nods. “Do you want me to take care of you?” He nods again and buries his face in your neck. God his cock is throbbing hard inside you. Your hips buck sensually against him, riding from beneath. 

“Oh…fuck…you’re actually…you’re fucking me…you’re fucking me…” he whimpers pathetically. He winces and bites his lip. “Stop, baby.” 

“Are you ok?”

Vessel looks down at you with hazy, dreamy eyes and nods. “This is heaven. You are heaven.” His mouth goes to your nipple while he maneuvers one of your legs over his arm. “What did I do to deserve this…hm? Smart, beautiful girl with a perfect pussy…you shouldn’t have been single,” he whispers as he moves to kiss your lips. You both moan into the kiss, which makes his hips twitch. You feel the first tentative little thrusts and make sure to nod and “mhm” throughout the kiss to encourage him. He breaks the kiss, panting and quivering. You’re about to ask if he wants a break but he looks you dead in the eyes and gulps. “I love you, but I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. You’re driving me crazy. I’ve…I’ve wanted this for so long…and doing it with you I just…darling….” He trails off, thrusting slowly, making your eyes roll back from the stretch and feeling of his pubic bone meeting yours. You can tell he’s holding back. Holding his breath.

“Ves…Ves, babe…breathe with me. You’re ok…you feel so fucking good.”

“I can’t stand it…I have to…I need to…”

The look in his eyes betrays the sweet pout of his lips. He wants to claim you. Shape your insides to him. “Do it. I can take it.” 

He growls in your ear with a little chuckle, “you’re not one of my toys. I don’t want to hurt you…” He takes a shaky breath and cups your breast with his free hand, his other resting above your head.

“I trust you. And love you. You look sexy up there, ya know?” You say with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. He responds with another chuckle and kisses you deeply. You both get lost in each other and then he finds his rhythm again. You have no concept of how long he actually lasts. And you don’t care. When he cums he keeps fucking it into you, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he cries out your name…little curses…broken moans. 

The next morning, he spoons you. Pressing his morning wood against you and whining about how you didn’t cum last night. “I know I don’t know everything yet, babes, but maybe I could just poke around…play a little? Please?” 

[hyunsvngs]

kinktober !

kink: small penis humiliation

pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

wc: 1.7k

"Do you… Do you have any weird kinks? That you haven't told me about?"

Han Jisung. What a way to pique my interest, you thought. You put your book down on the bed beside you, looking over at him with intrigue. He was avoiding your gaze, hands fidgeting. Oh, he had something to confess.

"I'm not sure, Sungie. Nothing major, nothing that you don't already know about, at least." You were very open with him about your desires, and he knew this.

"Oh," he murmured, with a nod. "Okay."

So, he would take a bit more prompting. "Why do you ask? Do you have anything?" You waited for a moment, but he remained silent. You prodded him in the side, urging him to answer. "Is it something embarrassing?"

"No!" he blurted. "Well, kinda."

You shifted closer to him, leaning into his side. "You know I'm not gonna judge you. C'mon, tell me."

He sighed, covering his face with his hands. "Have you ever heard of, like… small dick humiliation?"

Now this was an interesting development.

Obviously, Jisung's dick was far from small. It was always enough to satisfy you, and he had plenty of enthusiasm with how he used it too. But you were more than willing to pretend, for his gratification.

"You're into that?" you asked, brain whirring as you thought of all the possibilities. "You want me to berate you for having a small dick?"

Jisung peered up at you, nodding slowly. He looked so vulnerable, after sharing this with you. He was putting all of his trust in you, to hold this information and degrade him while still respecting him.

You let out a sigh, relaxing your shoulders. "I'm so glad you told me about that, Sungie, that's actually such a relief. This whole time I've been pretending that your little dick actually gets me off, and now I don't have to pretend any more."

Jisung stared at you, eyes wide, mouth open in surprise. His eyes scoured your expression, trying to figure out how genuine this was. "Are you just saying this to get me off? Or are you being for real?"

You frowned at him. "Take a look in your pants, babe. Does that look big enough to satisfy anyone?"

He lifted his waistband, looking down. "I d-don't know," he stammered.

"Do you want to find out?" You patted his cheek gently. "Fuck me, and I won't fake it this time."

Already, he was hanging on your every word. His eyes had gotten that sparkly, glossed-over look that you loved so much, the one that made him look so fucked-out before you'd even touched him.

"I'll fuck you - I-I can fuck you, I'll do a good job, I'll show you-" He was pulling off his clothes as he spoke, tearing off his shirt before tugging down his trousers.

You fought hard not to smile when you saw his dick - it was your honest reaction, every time. You loved your man, and you loved his dick. Long, thick, veiny, hairy, everything you'd want in a cock. His dick was what you dreamed about at night, it was your medicine at the end of a long day. This was really going to test your acting abilities.

You kneeled on the floor before him, in between his legs. "Is it even hard?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked down at his dick, twitching and hardening more by the second. "I can't really tell, it's still so small."

"No, it's not hard all the way yet! It can get bigger, I swear!" he insisted, stroking his shaft with fervour, as though desperately trying to get it harder. He didn't have to try very hard, of course; just a tiny sprinkling of humiliation was enough to make him rock hard within seconds.

"That's it?" you asked, putting on a disgusted expression. "It's hard now?"

Jisung nodded silently, cheeks bright red.

You tutted. "I bet Minho's dick is bigger than this. I look at the bulge in his trousers sometimes, just to imagine what it's like to be fucked by a real man."

"I'm a real man!" Jisung yelled out immediately, spurred on by the comparison to one of his best friends. "I can fuck you like a man, p-promise I can!"

You climbed onto the bed, laying back and stripping your shorts from your body. "C'mon then, let's get this over with. Just fuck me, I don't need any prep. Not for that tiny thing."

Not that you were going to tell him, but the reason you needed no prep was because the startled, submissive look on his face was more than enough to make you wet.

He positioned himself between your legs. You grimaced as you stared at his cock, the tip bumping against your pussy. You scoffed."It's barely a clitoris! I bet I could fuck you with my clit and it'd feel better than this."

It was comical, really - his dick was so clearly massive, and it was so obviously going to stretch your hole like crazy. Yet when you looked into his eyes and insulted his size, he looked back at you completely overwhelmed with arousal.

Jisung whined, rubbing the head of his cock against your hole. "Please, please, I know I'm pathetic, but please can I fuck you?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Go ahead, I don't care - I'm not gonna feel anything anyways."

He let out a groan, sliding his cock into you right away, babbling, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

His eyes slipped shut, and it was a good job, as he would've witnessed the expression of pure bliss on your face as he filled you up.

Jisung never took it slow, and tonight was no exception. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses against your skin as he fucked you, hard and fast. You had to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from squealing; with every harsh thrust, he was sending shocks throughout your system, making butterflies erupt in the pit of your abdomen, making you want to cry out in ecstasy.

He was whimpering against your skin. "I'm sorry… 'm sorry I've got such a useless little dick."

"Aww, Sungie," you cooed. "It's not your fault you're so pa- pathetic-"

Your voice was broken, hoarse. Jisung was thankfully too horny to notice any cracks appearing in your facade.

"Are you enjoying this, Jisung?" you asked him.

"Yeah, yes, fuck! So much!" he cried out.

"I'm glad someone is. I can barely feel anything."

He moaned at your words, and the noise was like music to your ears. He sounded so worked up, so desperate.

"Let me see your face, baby," you urged him. "Wanna see how needy you are."

He lifted his head from your neck bravely, propping himself up on his arms while he fucked you. His eyes were wet with tears, a tiny bit of spit dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, hon, this is pitiful," you said, your tone condescending.

You reached your hands between your bodies, fingers locating his nipples. You squeezed them, not very gently, and he yelped, his reaction a mixture of pleasure and pain. They grew harder beneath your touch as you played with them.

"Look, even your nipples are bigger than this thing you call a dick. How sad is that?"

"So sad," he whined, nodding along with your words. "I'm gonna cum - I'm gonna cum, baby, I can't hold back!"

You laughed at him. "It's barely been five minutes, Jisung! Are you serious?"

He nodded, letting out a strangled groan. "Can I?"

"Sure, cum inside me. We don't need to worry about you getting me pregnant anyways, not with a dick like that-"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jisung moaned in time with his thrusts, before burying his dick deep inside you and collapsing against you, panting heavily. "Baby!"

You stroked his hair gently. "And I'm nowhere near finishing. See, I told you you can't get me off with that shrimp." This was a blatant lie - with just a few more minutes, and maybe some stimulation of your clit, you would've come for sure.

Jisung lifted his head quickly. "I can get you off - I can, I can!" He leapt up, throwing himself down the bed and landing between your legs. He lowered his face into your pussy, and licked a very gentle, tentative line from your hole up to your clit. He was looking up at you with wide eyes, as if waiting for approval.

You nodded at him. "It's a good job you're good at oral, baby. Otherwise I'd have no reason to keep you around, would I?"

In true Jisung fashion, he went from 0 to 100 within an instant, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. He swirled his tongue across it, back and forth, back and forth. There was no way you could hold back your moans, not when he was overstimulating you like this.

"That's good, baby," you praised him, before demeaning him a little more. "Feels way better than your dick did."

He hummed, sending vibrations through your core. He didn't hesitate even for a second, proving his abilities to you with all his might.

He inserted two fingers deep inside you, curling them upwards to meet your g-spot, just the way you'd taught him.

"Oh, baby, those fingers are so much bigger than your dick, that's so nice."

Jisung began to whimper, whining as he licked and sucked everywhere. The desperate noises were your undoing; you felt your climax burst outwards from your core, your legs shaking as they wrapped around Jisung's frame. You could barely see, could barely hear, couldn't feel anything apart from your orgasm.

"Fuck," you hissed. "That was good."

He collapsed against your chest, nuzzling into you. "Was I good?"

"So good, baby," you confirmed, catching your breath. You kissed the top of his head, and he gave a contended hum. The two of you lay together quietly, recovering.

Jisung spoke up again after a few moments, his voice quiet. "My… my dick… it's okay, right?"

"Of course, Sungie, it's more than okay! I love your dick just as much as I love you. It's perfect."

He giggled. "Okay, good. Just wanted to check."

"It gives me everything I need, baby, don't worry about that."

Jisung beamed up at you. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"You're welcome, baby," you smiled back. "I love you."

Jisung picked himself up, nuzzling his nose against yours. "I love you too."

[slut4thebroken]

Exposure Therapy pt. 10

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane × reader

Summary | Jon let’s you go on a trip with him, then can’t control his weird, freaky sex fantasies lmaoo.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding, kissing, consensual sex, attempted sex trafficking?? (but like not really?), fear play (but consensual this time), actually everything’s consensual this time lol, masturbation, voyeurism, bondage, degradation, verbal humiliation, praise.

Words | 4.2k

Notes | Kinky smut ahead! Beware😼 I really played into the “he hates everyone but you” trope in this chapter and I’m so here for it.

Ao3 link | <3

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Part 9

“I’m going out to meet someone about something, I shouldn’t be gone long.” 

“Oh… okay. Can I come?” He examined you and after a while you couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze as you backtracked. “I- I don’t have to… I just,”

“Fine.” He suddenly said, making your face light up. 

“Really?” 

“Yes. Stop wasting time and get dressed or we’ll be late.”

“Sorry.” You hurried to change into your stolen clothes, looking a little odd next to him in a full suit. He instructed you to bring the wristband he gave you along with the gas mask and then you were leaving, walking along the docks closer to the water now. When he put his mask on, you did the same, not sure what to expect. 

“No talking.” He said quietly when a few guys were in your eyeline. You nodded in response, following him until he stopped in front of the men. 

“Didn’t know Scarecrow had a partner.” A man snickered. 

“Yeah, who’s your pet?” 

“Enough. Do you have what I need or not?” He snapped, voiced distorted by the modulator in the mask. 

“We got it. But I think we might want a different form of payment now.” The man in front smirked, the other men muttering agreements. 

“We had a deal.” 

“Yeah well, our terms changed.” He shrugged, eyeing you with a grin that made your stomach twist. 

“You’ll give me what I want and in exchange, you don’t want money, you want her?” He confirmed, making you stiffen. He wouldn’t… Would he?

“Yep. With a pretty thing like her, we’ll make plenty more than what you’re willing to give.” 

“Fine. We have a deal.” You turned to him with wide eyes, silently asking what the fuck he was doing, but he didn’t even glance at you. The main guy motioned to someone behind him who walked away to grab something. 

“C'mere, sweetheart. I wanna get a good look at you.” He sneered and your heart dropped to your stomach. Was he really going to do this?

“You can have her after I receive what I paid for.” He said sternly and as if on cue, the man returned holding a large briefcase. When the leader gestured, he handed it to the man by your side. He grabbed your arm and walked you closer to the men, making your heart rate and breathing speed up. Once he was in front of them, he pushed you forward and you landed against the leader with a startled grunt. 

“We’re gonna have some fun with you before we start selling you, don’t worry.” He smirked, making your blood run cold. Hands were running over your body as all of the men focused on you. When someone reached for the mask, a cloud of his toxin was suddenly surrounding you, making the men cough as they staggered back. A hand grabbing your arm made you jump and you turned, finding Jon pulling you away from them as they started screaming. 

You waited until you were back inside and he set the briefcase on the desk before saying anything. Starting with a shove, you ripped the gas mask off, letting it fall to the floor, then pushed him again, making him stagger back. 

“You— dick!” When you tried to push him again, his hands circled your wrists in a bruising grip. 

“Stop.” He warned, the modulator making him sound even more intimidating. “You’re mine.” He explained firmly. 

“That’s supposed to automatically make me assume that you’re not going to do what you literally said you would do?” You hissed, voice shaking from anger that was concealing fear. 

“Do you really think so little of me?” He asked, making you falter. He released your wrists then removed his mask. 

“You scared me.” You whispered with a frown. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, never breaking eye contact as you searched for any sign of a lie. “I had to improvise. If it’s any consolation, I’m planning to spend that money on a mattress for you.” He said softly, making your frown relax. 

“I’m sorry I called you a dick.” 

“You get a pass this time because I deserved it.” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile. “On the bright side, you seem to be coping with your fears much better now. Did you cry?” 

“No.” You furrowed your brows at his words. 

“How did you feel?” He asked, stepping into your space. 

“Scared.” You whispered. 

“Tell me about it.” He said lowly, eyes darkening with arousal. You swallowed thickly as you processed his request. 

“Tell you what?” 

“How it felt, what you were thinking. Tell me how scared you were.” He rasped and you could feel arousal pooling in your stomach from his tone. 

“I- I was shaking… and nauseous. I thought you- you… I didn’t want you to leave me with them.” You whimpered, giving him a pout that had no visible effect on him. “The last time I was that scared was when you used the toxin on me.” You whispered. He was suddenly pulling you into a kiss and you let out a startled moan as you landed against his body. He walked you back until your thighs hit the desk, then lifted you onto it, never breaking the kiss. Placing your hands in his hair, you pulled, making him groan against your lips. When he pulled back, you let out a low whine, trying to lean forward to chase his lips, but he stopped you by putting a hand on your neck. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to emphasize the question. When you nodded, he tightened his grip on your neck. 

“Yes.” You quickly corrected yourself. He set the mask next to your thigh on the desk, then brought his hand up to brush your hair behind your ear, keeping his hand near your face. Making sure you were watching, he placed his fingers only centimeters above the lever on the wristband he was wearing. You stiffened, swallowing thickly against his hand as you eyed the threat only inches from your face. 

“Are you scared?” He asked quietly, making your eyes snap to his. Despite the very obvious threat, you knew that he wouldn’t do it, especially because he wasn’t wearing a mask. 

“You wouldn’t gas yourself too.” You tried to sound brave and confident, but the tremble in your voice was obvious. His lips curled into a small smirk, making your stomach twist. 

“Smart girl.” He picked up the mask and put it on, then moved his hand back in front of your face. “What about now?” Your gaze moved between his hand and the icy blue eyes through the small holes in the mask. Even though, logically, you knew he wouldn’t because he told you before he couldn’t even if he wanted to… the threat was definitely still there. But instead of the nauseating twist, your stomach was twisting in a different way. A way that made your skin flush and your core ache. 

“Yes.” You whispered. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Your cheeks heated up and you looked away from him, embarrassed. 

“No.” Your voice was barely audible. The low chuckle he released behind the modulator made you shiver, not used to hearing something so ominous. He suddenly stepped back and you almost whined at the loss of his touch. 

“Strip.” He ordered, making your eyes widen. You tentatively slid off the desk onto the floor, then started undressing. Once you got to your underwear, you hesitated, but when he didn’t do or say anything, you slid them down your legs with a blush. “Sit on the desk again.” You obeyed and he stepped between your legs once you were seated, then placed his hands back the way they were, one on your neck, the other in front of your face. 

“Touch yourself.” Your eyes widened as you stared at him in surprise. When he moved his fingers closer to the lever though, you immediately brought your hand to between your legs. Staring through the holes in the mask, you watched as his eyes trailed down your body, focusing on the way you were rubbing your clit. 

“You like this don’t you?” He asked curiously, making your face flush. “Being at my mercy… Feeling humiliated, vulnerable.” He elaborated. “Knowing that what happens to you is under my control. It scares you, but it also excites you.” Letting out a shaky breath, you rubbed your clit faster, already feeling your orgasm growing. “I could use this at any moment and you’d have no choice but to take it.” You eyed his hand for a moment before looking back to his eyes. 

“Jon,” You whispered, voice barely audible. 

“No. Scarecrow.” Your eyes widened slightly, not expecting that request at all. “Say my name again and you’ll be punished. Understand?” You nodded, feeling breathless, but his hand tightened on your throat in a warning. 

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” 

“Yes, Scarecrow.” You whispered, cheeks flushing at the unfamiliar name for him. 

“Good girl.” He muttered, making your breath catch in your throat, still barely used to such praise. 

“Can I come please?”

“You think you deserve to?” You could only stare into his piercing gaze for another moment before you had to look away. 

“I- I don’t know.” You whined. When he suddenly stepped back and let his hands drop to his sides, you let out a heavy breath. 

“Get up.” He ordered as he started removing his tie. You obeyed and waited eagerly on shaky legs. “Turn around.” Once you were facing the desk, he pulled your hands behind your back and restrained your wrists with his tie. 

“Is this okay?” He asked quietly, voice no longer distorted. 

“Please don’t stop.” You whispered. The thought of him stopping was enough to bring tears to your eyes. 

“God you’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you?” His mask was back on now, modulator distorting his voice, making him all the more intimidating. He suddenly fisted your hair and yanked your head back, pointing the wristband at your face as he held you still. “I bet you want me to use this on you.” He snickered and you did your best to shake your head as you whined. 

“What was that?” He used his grip on your hair to push your head down and then back up, as if you were nodding. “‘Yes, scarecrow’? If you insist.”

“N-no,” You whimpered, pressing your body against his to try and escape the gas that could invade your senses at any moment.  

“No? I don’t know… Seems like you want it.” His hand moved from your hair to your neck, squeezing tightly and pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder. “You sure you don’t want just a small taste?” You could barely hear him behind the mask, even with his lips so close to your ear. 

“Please…” Your voice trembled in fear, but you still ached to keep touching yourself. 

“What if I said the only way I’d fuck you is if I got to have my fun? Are you desperate enough to sacrifice your sanity, my love?” You whimpered and squeezed your thighs together, just needing him to fuck you already. 

“Jon…” You whined, pushing your hips back into his, but his hand on your neck tightened significantly and he let out a low growl. 

“What did I say?”

“I- I’m sorry! Scarecrow! I meant Scarecrow— Please, I’m sorry.” You rushed out, worried you had pushed him far enough to follow through on his threat. 

“Poor thing…” He cooed mockingly. “You touch yourself for only a few minutes and already you’re too dumb to follow a simple order.”

“I’m sorry.” You cried, tears welling in your eyes, but from humiliation of the situation and his words, not because you were genuinely upset. 

“What do you think you’d see? You said you’re not scared of me anymore so what would you see, little one?” The hand with the wristband remained by your head, which made you stay planted to his shoulder. The other started dragging down your body, over your sternum, to your stomach, then teasing your thighs. 

“I- I don’t know…” You whined, squirming to try and get his hand where you wanted it. 

“No?” You shook your head with a whimper and his hand snaked back up to your stomach, teasingly rubbing the soft skin. “You don’t think you’d see yourself with my child? After all, a come hungry whore like yourself is bound to get pregnant at one point or another. It’s just a matter of time, isn’t it?” 

“J- …Scarecrow,” You whimpered, writhing against him. “Please.”

“Please what? Find out?” 

“No! Please— please fuck me.” He suddenly removed his hands from your body, then pushed you over the desk. Grabbing your hips, he pressed his covered bulge against your ass, teasingly grinding against you, making you even needier. 

“You want my cock?” 

“Yes,” You gasped out, pushing your hips back against him. He pulled back and you were about to complain, but quickly shut your mouth once you heard the rustling of his clothes as he freed his length. He swiped the head through your folds, making you jump at the sudden pleasure. 

“Beg.” 

“Please, Sc- …Scarecrow.” You whined, embarrassed. When he remained silent, you whined even louder. “Please! Please fuck me!” He relented and you choked on a gasp when he applied more pressure until the fat head of his cock was breaching your hole. He didn’t stop until his hips were flush to your ass, feeling so incredibly deep that you couldn’t tell if it hurt or not. 

“Fuck— oh my god.” You whimpered, clenching your fists behind your back as you struggled to adjust to his size. The low, distorted groan from behind you made you shiver. “Please!” You cried, trying to wiggle your hips under him. He slowly dragged his length out, then pushed back in at the same speed, maintaining that rhythm. 

“Shh, just take it. Be a good little flesh light, close that fuck hole, and just take my cock.” Despite the warning, your mouth remained open, loud moans slipping past your lips as your walls fluttered around him. “That’s a good whore— shit… Making me feel so good, little one.”

“Oh god- please,” You sobbed. He sped up a little, grabbing your hips tightly and holding you still as he rocked into you. “Faster.” You said through a moan and surprisingly, he obeyed. He sped up even more, pulling you back by your hips with each thrust until you were moaning uncontrollably and babbling out senseless pleas. He suddenly leaned over your body, his cock pushing against your cervix almost uncomfortably as he kept thrusting. 

“Can you hear how wet your fucking cunt is?” The distorted voice right next to your ear made you shiver as you let out a quiet whimper. You could hear it. The sound of your wetness was almost deafening, even with your moans and the sound of his hips hitting against your ass. “Such a fucking slut getting off on me threatening you.” As your knees buckled and weakened, you were glad the desk was holding your weight up. 

“You want it, don’t you? You want it so bad, your pussy is practically drooling for it.” He suddenly grabbed your hair and yanked your head back, aiming the wristband on his other hand at your face again. You let out a loud moan and he chuckled quietly. “Fuck- your pussy squeezes me so tight when I do this. How’d I get so lucky, huh? I mean, I have my own personal whore at my disposal. And not only is she desperate for my cock, but she’s desperate for my toxin as well.” You whined and shook your head, the humiliation and pain on your scalp making the tears in your eyes threaten to fall. 

“No..” 

“Yes.” He said simply. “You can deny it all you want, but your body knows what it wants.” 

“Scarecrow,” You sobbed, quickly approaching your orgasm. 

“I know, little one. It’s okay.” He cooed, moving his hand to your neck and lifting your torso off the desk, making you put your weight on your shaky legs. “Are you close?” You nodded rapidly with a loud moan as he kept fucking you, his cock feeling so much deeper in this position. 

“I’m going to count down from ten. If you don’t come, I’m going to use this.” He moved the hand with the wristband to your eyeline to make sure you knew what he was talking about. “Do you understand?” 

“Y-yes.” You whimpered. He sped up his thrusts significantly, making your release a startled moan. 

“Ten.” His hand on your neck tightened, making your head feel light and floaty from that and the pleasure. “Nine. Think you can do it little one?” You nodded with a whimper, already feeling incredibly close now. “Eight.” Through the modulator in the mask, you could hear the way he was starting to breathe heavily, nearing his own orgasm as well. 

“Seven… God- maybe I should just use it anyway. You’d look so pretty coming on my cock as your fears consumed you.” He said quietly, making you let out a choked sob.

“Please.” You cried. 

“Six. Do you want that, pretty girl?” 

“N-no.” You whimpered, but it wasn’t believable when you moaned before you could even finish getting the word out. 

“I think you do… Why else would you be squeezing me so damn tight? Five.” His thrusts turned frenzied as his own orgasm grew even closer. “I can’t wait to feel you milk my cock while you scream and writhe in fear. Four.” Even though you were still mostly sure he wouldn’t actually gas you, the more he spoke, the less confident you felt in your answer. Regardless, it was hard to focus on— hard to care— with his cock pistoning in and out of you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Three. I hope you’re close.” You nodded as much as you could with his hand on your neck. “Yeah, I can tell. I can feel it… Two.” Your breathing grew rapidly, from fear or arousal you weren’t sure. 

“Ready?”

“Please— please, oh god.. please let me come.” You cried, trying to make yourself come, but struggling without his explicit permission. 

“One. Come, baby. Squeeze my fucking cock like your life depends on it, because it does.” You let out a loud sob that turned into a moan when the knot of arousal in your stomach finally snapped. He fucked you through it, hand tightening on your neck as he held you close, fully pressed to his body. “That’s it. Do a good job and make me come.”

“Oh god,” You sobbed walls fluttering around his length, making his hips stutter. “Please- please come. I need it… Need you to fill me up.” You whined as the tears in your eyes finally started to fall. They weren’t from fear, but rather desperation with a hint of overstimulation as you came down from your orgasm. His hand moved from in front of your face to around your stomach, pulling up against his body as he rutted into you eagerly. 

He stilled with a low, distorted groan and you could feel his cock twitching against your walls as he obeyed your request. You panted heavily, doing your best to ignore the new fire growing in your belly as he moaned and whined, trying to bury himself even deeper in your warmth. 

When he finally stilled and his moans died down, he removed his hand from your neck and wrapped it over your chest, still holding you against him. 

“Jon?” You asked quietly, making him startle as if he forgot you were there. He took the mask off, then pushed your hair behind your ear to place a kiss on your neck. 

“Are you okay?” He mumbled against your skin, both of you still panting. 

“Better than okay. But if you let me go, my knees are going to give out and I’m definitely going to fall.” He chuckled quietly as he stayed buried in your neck for only a moment longer before reluctantly pulling back. 

“Let me help you onto the desk, then I’ll carry you to the couch, okay?” You nodded and he maneuvered you to sit on the desk, both of you wincing when he pulled out. He settled between your legs then reached around behind you to undo his tie. “I wasn't too rough?” He discarded the fabric on the desk then lightly grabbed your wrists to pull them in front of you and massage them gently. 

“I loved it, Jon. Honestly. It was perfect.” He didn’t respond and instead just wrapped your legs around his hips to lift you and carry you over to the couch. He gently laid you down then took off his shirt and pants, laying them neatly over the back of the couch. When he grimaced as he started tucking his softening cock, still wet from your arousal, back in his underwear, you stopped him. You moved forward enough to wrap your lips around it, moaning at your combined tastes. 

“What— oh fuck… What are you doing?” He asked, hissing as you licked his sensitive cock. After a few more licks, you pulled back, giving him a saccharine smile. 

“There. All clean.” You said, tucking his semi back in his underwear. 

“Tease.” He muttered with a small smile, laying down and pulling you into him. He was quiet for a while as he stroked your hair and let you trail your fingers over his torso, but eventually he broke the silence. “Are you sure it was okay? I didn’t mean to do all of that. I- I shouldn’t… have done all of that. Not when you were on the verge of tears after what happened.” Honestly, you had forgotten about what happened until he mentioned it. You leaned up so he could look into your eyes as you spoke. 

“I loved it, Jon. We’ve never.. done anything like that,” You meant the consensual part of consensual non consent, “and I really really liked it. It was fucking hot.” He didn’t react to your confession as he studied you carefully, searching for the hidden truth behind your words. “And honestly, you made me a little curious about how your toxin would affect someone who’s that horny. Almost enough to make me want to try it.” 

“Are you mad?” He asked in disbelief, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment. 

“I- I just… It would be interesting to study, don’t you think?” You said sheepishly, feeling more foolish the longer he looked at you like you truly belong in Arkham. “Sorry… Forget I said anything.” You laid back down, feeling incredibly embarrassed. 

“I was only referring to you wanting to try it yourself.” He explained. “I didn’t mean to offend you.” 

“It was stupid anyway. I’ll leave the sciencey things to you from now on.” You tried to lighten the mood, but your tone didn’t convey the lightheartedness you meant for it to. 

“Would you like to be involved in the.. sciencey things?” You were only mostly sure he wasn’t making fun of you. “You can’t help with the chemistry behind it obviously, but if you want to be involved in the rest, I wouldn’t mind.” 

“I- I don’t know… I didn’t handle myself very well tonight. It’s probably not a good idea.” You muttered despondently. 

“Can I ask you something?” You nodded in response. “Was that the first time you’ve ever attended an illegal deal as a fugitive?” 

“…Yes?” Obviously it was. 

“That is my point. You’ve never done anything like that before, of course you didn’t handle it very well.”  

“Oh. Yeah I guess that’s true.” You trailed off into silence as your thoughts consumed you. Should you? It sounds… not necessarily fun, but like it could be something you wouldn’t exactly hate. You’d get to spend more time with him too. 

“Think about it for a while.” He said, dragging you out of your thoughts. 

“Okay.” You sighed. Then, “Jon?” He hummed, telling you to continue. “Why did you take off your clothes when you were already dressed?” You asked, continuing trailing your fingers over his bare chest. You didn’t mind it— not even a little bit. You were just curious. 

“I assumed you’d prefer it.” He said simply, minding his tone. 

“Why do you think that?” You asked, then, “Not that you’re wrong— I’m just wondering.” He let out a quiet sigh and you laid your palm flat against his chest to feel his heart that was beating only slightly faster than normal. 

“Because I prefer it.” His heart pounded faster and harder, but so did yours. “It’s different like this than being dressed.” Jealously, you wondered who else he’s laid like this with. Surely with any previous girlfriends, maybe even his mom. But at the same time, you’re not sure if you believe that. The way he expresses physical touch is almost awkward, unpracticed, as if he doesn’t have any previous experience laying with anyone but you. While the thought made your stomach flutter, it also made your chest ache with sympathy. “Falling asleep on me?” He suddenly asked. 

“No- sorry. Just thinking.” You said quietly, picking up the motions of your fingers against his chest again. You couldn’t believe that Jonathan Crane— the Scarecrow— was such a softy. But not just a softy in general- only for you. The thought was enough to make you almost nauseous with butterflies. 

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The Tribal Pull: Part 3

SUMMARY: What happens when there is a mix up with your hotel reservation and you're left without a room? Well the Tribal Chief insists you stay in his suite for the night.

OTHER PARTS: PART 1 I PART 2

WARNINGS: SMUT (Spanking, Fingering, P in V Sex)

WORD COUNT: 5.8k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks again to the person who sent the request for this entire series. It was meant to be one fic but it kind of got carried away from me so I had to break it up! Hope you enjoyed it! xx

The lights of the SummerSlam arena still flicker in your mind as you step through the sliding doors of the hotel lobby, exhausted but exhilarated. It’s been a whirlwind of a night—chaos, excitement, the kind of energy that keeps you on your toes. You had barely managed to grab a bite between assignments, running from one task to the next.

All you want now is to crash in your hotel room, kick off your shoes, and let the tension of the night fade away.

You head to the front desk, handing over your ID with a tired but polite smile. The clerk scans it, typing into the computer, and then frowns.

“I apologize, ma’am. We don’t have a reservation under your name,” she says, her voice uncertain.

You blink, thrown off by her words. “I’m sorry, what? There should definitely be a reservation. WWE booked the room.”

She clicks around on the computer again, muttering something under her breath before looking back up at you, apologetic. “It looks like there was an error with the reservation. We’re completely booked due to the event, so we don’t have any more rooms available.”

You feel your stomach drop. The exhaustion from the day suddenly hits you harder, frustration bubbling up. How could this happen? You’re stuck in a packed hotel in the middle of a major event weekend, with nowhere to stay.

Taking a deep breath, you try to keep your composure. “Is there another hotel nearby that might have a room?”

The clerk shakes her head, her expression apologetic. “I’m afraid not. Most of the hotels around here are fully booked for the weekend. I’m really sorry.”

You run a hand through your hair, mentally going over your options. There aren’t many, and none that seem particularly appealing. You could try calling someone from the WWE team, but it’s so late, and most of them are probably already settled in for the night.

Before you can come up with a solution, a voice cuts through the quiet of the lobby. “Problem with your room?”

Your head snaps up, and your heart skips a beat. Roman is standing just a few feet away, his eyes fixed on you with that same steady, unreadable gaze. He’s in casual clothes—dark jeans, a fitted black shirt that hugs his broad frame—but even dressed down, there’s an undeniable presence about him. The kind of presence that makes people stop and look. And right now, all his attention is on you.

You clear your throat, feeling suddenly flustered in a way you’re not used to. “Yeah, there was a mix-up with the reservation. Mine got lost apparently. And there’s no rooms available.”

Roman looks at the clerk, then back at you. His brows knit together slightly, as if he’s weighing his options. Before you can say anything else, he steps forward, his voice calm and direct.

“I’ve got plenty of room in my suite. You can stay with me.”

The offer hangs in the air between you, and for a moment, you’re not sure how to respond. The rational part of your brain is screaming that this is a terrible idea, that accepting his offer would blur every professional line you’ve worked so hard to keep in place.

But then there’s the other part of you—the part that’s been aware of Roman’s lingering gazes, the brush of his hand on your shoulder, the way he stands just a little too close. The part that can’t ignore the electric current between you, buzzing just beneath the surface.

You open your mouth, then close it again, hesitating. “I don’t know, Roman. That might not be a good idea.”

He tilts his head slightly, studying you, his expression unreadable. “It’s just for tonight. The suite has plenty of space, and you’ll have your own room. No strings, no pressure.”

It’s a simple offer, said in his usual calm, confident way. But there’s something about the way he’s looking at you, something that makes your heart race.

You glance back at the clerk, who is watching the two of you with a hint of curiosity, and suddenly the idea of standing in this lobby any longer feels unbearable.

“Okay,” you say, your voice quieter than you intended. “Just for tonight.”

Roman’s eyes flicker with something—satisfaction, maybe, or something deeper—but he doesn’t push. He just nods, gesturing for you to follow him.

As you walk with him to the elevator, the silence between you feels heavier than it ever has before. You can feel the weight of his presence beside you, the heat radiating from him as you both step inside the small space.

The doors close, and for a moment, the two of you are alone in the quiet hum of the elevator. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, taking in the sharp lines of his profile, the way his jaw tenses ever so slightly.

Roman presses the button for his floor, and the elevator begins its ascent. The silence stretches out, thick with unspoken tension, until finally, Roman breaks it.

“You’ve still only used my number for work things.”

The statement catches you off guard, and you look up at him, unsure of what to say. “Well… it’s for work, isn’t it?”

He turns to you, and the intensity in his gaze is almost overwhelming. “That’s one use for it.”

You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure, but the weight of his words—and the way he’s looking at you—is making it difficult. You try to play it off, forcing a lightness into your tone that you don’t feel. “What else would I use it for?”

There’s a pause, and Roman’s lips curve into a slow, knowing smile. He takes a step closer to you, closing the already small distance between you. His voice drops, low and smooth. “I think you can figure it out.”

The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. Roman steps out, leaving you momentarily stunned, rooted to the spot as his words echo in your mind. It takes you a second to recover, to remind yourself to breathe.

You follow him down the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest, your mind racing with the weight of what’s just been said—and the unspoken promise hanging in the air between you.

The door to Roman’s suite swings open with a quiet click, and he steps aside, gesturing for you to enter. You hesitate just a fraction of a second, the weight of the moment hanging heavily between you. This is it—the line that, once crossed, will change everything. But there’s no turning back now.

You step inside, and your breath catches in your throat. The suite is enormous, more like an apartment than a hotel room. The ceilings are high, the décor sleek and modern, with massive windows that offer a breathtaking view of the city skyline. It feels grand, luxurious, almost unreal.

You can’t help the words that slip out, your disbelief evident. “This is your room?”

Roman chuckles softly behind you, closing the door with a quiet thud. The sound seems to echo in the room, making you hyper-aware of how alone the two of you are. “Perks of being the Tribal Chief,” he says with a smirk.

You glance around again, taking in the plush furniture, the expensive art on the walls, the kind of space that screams power and influence. And suddenly, you feel out of place. Like you don’t belong in a room like this—or in this moment with him.

But Roman makes no such judgments. He moves with the same easy confidence, walking ahead of you, his presence filling the space effortlessly. “Come on,” he says, his voice low and smooth. “I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”

You follow him through the suite, the tension between you simmering just beneath the surface. He walks past a small kitchen area, a spacious living room with a massive flat-screen TV, and finally, to a hallway that leads to two separate bedrooms. He gestures to the door on the left.

“This one’s yours for the night,” he says.

You step inside and can’t help but feel like this bedroom alone is bigger than your entire apartment. The bed is king-sized, with soft white linens, and the room smells faintly of something clean and expensive. You set your small overnight bag down, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and unease. You’re about to thank him when you turn to see Roman leaning casually in the doorway, his arms crossed, watching you.

His gaze is intense—just like it always is—but there’s something more there now. Something unspoken but heavy, lingering in the air between you.

Your heart starts to race.

“Roman…” you start, but your voice trails off as he pushes away from the doorframe and takes a step toward you. The distance between you feels charged, electric.

“Can I be honest with you?” His voice is soft, almost a whisper, but the words hit you with the weight of everything you’ve been ignoring, everything you’ve tried to keep professional, distant.

You nod, your throat suddenly dry.

“I want you.”

The words hang in the air, heavy, undeniable. Your breath catches, and you take a small step back, feeling the bed press against the back of your legs. He closes the distance between you slowly, purposefully, his presence overwhelming in the small space of the room.

Every nerve in your body is screaming, warning you that this is the moment where things could go too far. Where everything professional about this relationship dissolves, leaving only the raw chemistry you’ve tried so hard to ignore.

He leans in slightly, just enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body, his voice a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. “All you have to do is tell me to stop.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat deafening in your ears. You know you should say it—that you should pull away, maintain that careful distance you’ve been trying to keep. But the scent of his cologne, the warmth of his breath so close to your skin, the weight of his gaze locking onto yours—it’s all too much.

You don’t say a word.

The moment stretches out, an eternity of tension and unsaid words, until Roman moves. He closes the last of the space between you, his hand coming up to gently cradle the side of your face. His thumb brushes your cheek, and you hate how your skin tingles beneath his touch, how easily your resolve crumbles.

Then, without another word, he leans in and presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is slow at first, deliberate. His lips are soft, warm, and the sensation sends a jolt of electricity through you. You can’t help it—the second you feel him, everything else falls away. The worries, the hesitations, the fear of what this might mean. It all dissolves, leaving only this moment, the taste of him, the feel of his hand on your skin.

You hate how easy it is. How easily you lean into him, your body responding before your mind can catch up. Your hands grip his shirt, pulling him closer, and a soft groan escapes him, vibrating through you.

You don’t know how long the kiss lasts—minutes, hours, days. Time seems to blur, every sense focused on him, on the way his other hand slides to the small of your back, pulling you against him.

When you finally pull away, you’re breathless, your heart racing, your mind spinning. Roman’s forehead presses gently against yours, his breath coming in slow, measured exhales. His hand still cradles your face, thumb brushing over your cheek as if he’s reluctant to let go.

“I hate how easy I made that for you,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Roman chuckles softly, a deep, low sound that vibrates through his chest. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”

You bite your lip, torn between the electric rush of the moment and the flood of reality that’s starting to creep back in. You’re here, in his hotel suite, kissing him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. But nothing about this is natural. Nothing about this is easy.

You step back, putting just enough space between you to catch your breath, your mind whirling with everything that’s happened. Roman watches you, his gaze intense but unreadable, his lips still curved into that knowing, confident smile.

“I meant what I said,” he murmurs, his voice still low, still soft. “All you had to do was tell me to stop.”

The words hang between you, a reminder that you had a choice. That you still do.

Roman’s eyes lock onto yours, a gleam in them that sends a shiver down your spine. Without a word, he leans in again, his lips crashing into yours with a new urgency. The kiss is deeper this time, more consuming, like he’s trying to make up for the time you both spent dancing around this moment. His hand slides into your hair, gripping it just tightly enough to remind you of who’s in control.

And then, just as abruptly, he pulls back, lips brushing your ear as he whispers, his voice rough with desire, “I’m going to show you what it’s like being with the top guy tonight”

Your heart skips a beat as you watch him crawl onto the bed, his powerful frame sinking into the pillows as he leans back against the headboard. He’s completely in control, his confidence radiating off him in waves. With a lazy smile, he lifts a finger, beckoning you toward him.

You hesitate, still in the pencil skirt and button-up shirt you’ve been wearing all day, feeling the sudden rush of heat at the intensity in his gaze. Your breath catches, torn between the want building inside you and the uncertainty of taking this further.

Roman notices your hesitation. His smile deepens, and this time, his voice is commanding. “Come here.”

Something about the way he says it—so sure, so authoritative—sends a thrill through you. He pats his lap, letting you know exactly where he wants you.

You open your mouth to protest, pointing to your skirt with a faint laugh. “My skirt makes that… a little difficult.”

His chuckle is deep, amused, but there’s nothing playful about the way his eyes darken. “We’ll fix that.”

Without missing a beat, he reaches down, his hands rough against the fabric as he pushes your skirt up your thighs, inch by inch, until it’s gathered around your waist. You can feel how exposed you are, how dangerously high the skirt has been pushed. The thought of him possibly seeing your underwear sends a flush of heat to your cheeks, but it also ignites something inside you—something you can’t control.

Roman pulls you onto his lap, his hands firm on your hips as he positions you exactly where he wants you. The moment you’re settled, he captures your lips again, this time more demanding. His kiss is intense, like he’s claiming you, leaving no room for doubt.

When he finally pulls back, his voice is low, husky, as he whispers against your lips, “I’m going to undress you and fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.”

Your pulse races, the sheer dominance in his words sending a bolt of desire through you. And then he gives you an out, his breath warm on your skin as he murmurs, “This is your chance to say something if you don’t want this.”

But you can’t say anything. Not when you want it more than anything in that moment. Your silence is all the permission he needs.

Roman’s hands move to the bottom of your shirt, pulling it free from where it’s tucked into your skirt. His fingers make quick work of the buttons, one by one, until your shirt is hanging open. With one swift movement, he pushes it down your arms, letting it fall to the floor in a crumpled heap.

“Stand up,” he orders, his voice like gravel, rough with want. “Take the skirt off. Real slow for me.”

Your heart pounds as you follow his command, rising to your feet. You turn your back to him, your hands trembling slightly as you reach for the buttons of your skirt. You try to move with purpose, unbuttoning it slowly, hoping to make it as sensual as possible, though part of you isn’t sure if it’s working. You push the skirt down your legs, feeling every inch of skin as it’s revealed, until it pools at your feet.

You take a deep breath before turning back around, standing there in nothing but your bra and underwear. The tension in the room is palpable, every second stretching out as Roman’s eyes rake over you. The air between you feels heavy, charged with something that’s been building for far too long.

And then you see it—the undeniable hunger in Roman’s gaze. His whole demeanor shifts, his posture tensing, his pupils dilating as his eyes darken with desire. There’s no hiding it now. He wants you.

“Come here,” he murmurs again, his voice softer this time, but no less commanding.

You take a step toward him, feeling the heat of his gaze on every inch of your exposed skin. The moment you’re close enough, he pulls you back onto his lap, one hand gripping your waist, the other sliding up your back. He kisses you again, hard, his lips bruising against yours as he claims you with every movement.

His hands explore your body, every touch igniting your skin. There’s no going back now. The line has been crossed, and all you can think about is him—how his touch makes you feel, how badly you want him.

Roman’s lips leave yours, and he leans down to your ear, his breath hot as he whispers, “You want this right, baby girl?”

You don’t say anything, but nod, letting him know he has your consent.

Your heart races as you sit in Roman’s lap, the heat between you nearly unbearable. His hands are still on your hips, his grip firm but not painful, grounding you in the moment. You break away from another kiss for a second, your breathing shallow as you look down at him, your eyes roaming over his broad chest. The black t-shirt he’s wearing stretches over his muscles, and for a moment, you can’t help but imagine what’s underneath.

Your hands move before you can stop them, resting on his chest. The fabric of his shirt is soft beneath your fingertips, but what you really want is to feel him—his skin, his strength. You run your hands over his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath, and Roman’s breath hitches slightly in response. His eyes are on you, intense and knowing. He’s fully aware of what you want, and the thought makes your pulse quicken even more.

Without breaking eye contact, he leans closer, his voice low and filled with that commanding edge that sends shivers down your spine. “Take it off.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you swallow hard. You hesitate for just a second, but the look in Roman’s eyes—dark and unwavering—tells you that he’s not asking. He’s telling. You want this. You want him.

With trembling fingers, you reach for the hem of his shirt. Slowly, you begin to pull it up, revealing more of his skin inch by inch. As the fabric lifts, you’re met with the sight of his sculpted abs, the hard lines of his torso making your breath catch in your throat. You push the shirt up further, and Roman raises his arms just enough for you to pull it over his head. You toss it to the side, the shirt forgotten the second it leaves your hands.

Now that he’s shirtless in front of you, it’s hard to think about anything else. His skin is warm beneath your hands, his muscles flexing slightly as you explore his chest. He watches you, letting you take your time, but there’s a tension in his posture, like he’s holding back.

Roman leans forward, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath sending another shiver down your spine. “Do you like what you see?”

You can only nod, your throat too tight to speak. The intensity of the moment is overwhelming, and all you can think about is how much you want him. How close you are to giving in completely.

His lips graze your neck, trailing soft kisses along your skin as his hands move to your hips, pulling you closer. “Then keep going.” His voice is a low growl, and the command in his tone makes your stomach flutter.

With a deep breath, you lean into him, your hands tracing every inch of his chest, your fingers brushing over the hard ridges of his muscles. You’re mesmerized by him, completely caught up in the way he feels beneath your touch.

Roman’s hands tighten on your hips, and when he kisses you again, it’s deeper, more insistent, like he’s finally letting go of the restraint he’s been holding onto all night. There’s no more hesitation, no more boundaries. Just the two of you, tangled together, the heat between you impossible to ignore.

“You’re going to regret how easy you’re making this for me,” Roman murmurs against your lips, a teasing edge to his voice. But the truth is, you don’t care anymore. You want him, and there’s no use pretending otherwise.

This is what you both want.

You meet Roman’s gaze, the heat between you palpable, but something stirs inside you—a playful defiance that you hadn’t expected. He’s used to being in control, used to people doing exactly what he says without question. 

But something about the way he commands you, the confidence in his voice, makes you want to push back just a little. You want to see how he reacts when you don’t play by his rules.

He leans in again, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice low and commanding. “Take off the rest.”

For a moment, you stay perfectly still, your heart racing at the authority in his voice. But instead of obeying like he expects, a smirk tugs at the corner of your lips, and you lean back slightly, raising an eyebrow at him in challenge. “And if I don’t?”

Roman’s eyes darken instantly, a low, rumbling chuckle escaping his throat. It’s a sound that sends shivers down your spine, but you don’t break eye contact. He’s not used to being challenged, and you can see the surprise flicker in his gaze for just a second before it’s replaced with something more dangerous—something that sends a thrill through you.

He shifts beneath you, his grip on your hips tightening as he straightens up slightly, his face mere inches from yours. His voice drops even lower, a velvety growl that makes your pulse race. “You think you can defy me?”

You can feel the tension radiating off him, his dominant presence filling the room as he watches you, waiting for your next move. You know you’ve crossed a line, one that you can’t come back from, but there’s something thrilling about it, something intoxicating about pushing the limits with him.

When you don’t respond, when you keep that same challenging look on your face, Roman’s expression shifts, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his lips. 

He leans in even closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “You can either do what I say, or I’ll make you do it.”

The words send a jolt of heat through you, the promise in his voice clear. Roman Reigns isn’t a man who takes defiance lightly, and the idea of him taking control, of him making you submit, has you breathless. You’re caught in the moment, the chemistry between you crackling like electricity in the air.

He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, his gaze burning into yours, daring you to defy him again. 

“So, what’s it going to be?” he asks, his voice a low, dangerous growl that makes your stomach flip. “Are you going to be a good girl, or do I have to show you what happens when you’re not?”

You swallow hard, the tension between you unbearable. Part of you wants to keep pushing, to see just how far he’ll go. But the other part of you—the part that’s aching with need, that’s craving his touch—knows exactly what you want.

But you’re not going to make it that easy for him. Not yet.

You hold Roman's gaze, still feeling that spark of defiance flickering inside you. Instead of giving in and doing what he commands, you lean back slightly, crossing your arms in a way that feels both deliberate and provocative. “I think I’ll take my chances,” you murmur, your voice teasing.

Roman’s eyes narrow, and that dark smile only grows wider. There’s a flicker of amusement there, but also something far more intense—a promise that you’ve pushed him exactly to where he wants to be.

Without a word, he slides off the bed and stands, his imposing frame towering over you. The air in the room shifts, thickening with an energy that makes your breath hitch. He’s calm—too calm, even as his dark eyes glint with something dangerously seductive.

���You’ve got a lot of nerve,” Roman mutters, stepping closer, his hand slowly reaching out to tilt your chin up so you’re looking directly into his eyes. His thumb brushes against your lower lip, the touch deceptively gentle, but his voice hardens. “You’re going to regret that.”

Before you can respond, he pulls his hand away and gestures for you to stand up. You hesitate for a second, the tension mounting, but the way he stares at you—like he’s in complete control—has your pulse racing. Reluctantly, you rise from the bed, the space between you now charged with a dangerous kind of anticipation.

Roman takes his time circling you, like a predator stalking its prey. He stops behind you, his chest so close to your back that you can feel the heat radiating from him. Slowly, he leans down, his breath hot against your neck as he speaks, “You wanted to challenge me... now you’ll see what happens.”

Before you can process what’s coming next, Roman’s large hand lands a firm slap against your backside, the sudden sting making you gasp. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity through you, sharp and unexpected, but Roman’s presence keeps you anchored in place.

“That’s for not listening.” His voice is low, vibrating with authority as he delivers another swift smack, the sound echoing in the quiet of the room. “You think you can challenge me without consequences?”

He continues, each word punctuated by another sharp, firm slap, his dominance growing with each strike. You bite your lip, struggling to hold back the small whimper that’s building in your throat. The mix of pleasure and pain is intoxicating, your body betraying your mind as you start to feel the heat pooling between your legs.

Roman doesn’t stop until he’s sure he has your attention, until your breath is ragged and you’re completely at his mercy. When he finally does, he steps around to face you again, his expression calm but commanding, his eyes dark with desire.

He cups your face in his hands, tilting your chin up so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. “Now,” he says, his voice low and dripping with authority, “are you ready to be a good girl, or do I need to remind you again?”

You can’t hold back the soft, breathless whisper that escapes you. “Yes.”

Roman’s grip on your chin tightens, just enough to make your heart race. “Good,” he murmurs, leaning down to brush his lips against yours, but just before he pulls away, he whispers against your mouth, “You’re mine now.”

His hands then moved to your waist, turning you around so you were facing away from him. His hand moved up your sides to your back before he placed a hand between your shoulder blades and pushed you down onto the bed. You got on all fours in front of him as you felt his hand moving along your ass.

His hands then grabbed your hips and pulled you back against him. You could feel his bulge through his denim jeans, and you let out a soft moan at the thought of him inside you.

One of his hands ran over the curve of your ass before he slid a finger in between your folds.

“S-shit,” you moaned.

“So wet for me, baby girl,” he said as you felt him slide a finger into you.

He pumped that finger in and out a few times before sliding another one, and then a third. His thumb moved to your clit. Soft whimpers left your mouth as he began edging you closer to your climax.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to stop the moans from coming out. The last thing you needed was a colleague to over hear your little rendezvous with Roman.

“Uh uh. Don’t bite that lip. I want to hear you, baby girl.” Roman said from behind you.

You let go of your bottom lip and Roman pumped his fingers into you again, the tips brushing against that spot inside you. A load moan came from your lips as you closed your eyes.

“That’s it, let me hear how good I make you feel.”

You felt the bed dip as Roman crawled onto the bed behind you. You glanced back and noticed he had taken off his jeans and underwear and was now completely undressed. Your eyes didn’t have nearly long enough to admire him before he placed his tip at your entrance.

He pushed himself slowly into you until he was filling you up.

“Jesus, you’re fucking tight,” he groaned before he pulled out. He then thrust back into you, causing a cry to leave your lips. “Mmmm that’s right baby. Let everyone on this floor know how good I’m making you feel.”

His grip on your hips tightened and he started pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts, causing him to go even deeper inside of you.

“S-shit!” You cried out as you felt a knot in your stomach beginning to tighten.

“Don’t do it, baby girl. You hold it.” Roman said in an almost growl as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. “You don’t come until I let you.”

You began to clench around him as you tried to hold off your orgasm, but you knew you wouldn’t last long. You were so close.

“F-fuck…gonna come,” Roman grunted. “So close.”

Finally he gave you permission and you whimpered as your orgasm washed over you and your walls clenched around him. A thrust or two later and you felt him finish too, him pulling out at the last second and his seed going onto the white duvet on the bed.

As you and Roman both took the time to catch your breaths, the energy in the room and between you and Roman shifts. The intensity that had been driving the night so far fades, replaced by a calm quiet.

“Let’s head to the other room. Can’t have my girl sleeping on a dirty bed.”

You groaned, not wanting to get up. Roman chuckled before picking you up and carrying you out of the room. He makes his way into the main room of the suite–his room. Your eyes take in the room that is somehow bigger than the one he was loaning you.

He gently lays you down on the bed, your head quickly finding comfort in the pillows. He then make his way around the bed before crawling into the other side beside you.

Roman's breath is steady beside you as he reaches for the blanket, pulling it up over your body with a tenderness that catches you off guard. His dominant persona, the one that had commanded the room and your attention just moments before, is nowhere to be found. In its place is someone gentler, someone who’s taking his time to make sure you’re okay.

“You good?” he asks quietly, his voice deep but softer than before. You nod, still catching your breath, but Roman doesn’t seem satisfied with that. He sits up a little, scanning your face, making sure you’re truly okay. “You need anything?”

You shake your head, still processing the change in him, the tenderness you weren’t sure he even had.

He leans over the side of the bed, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to you. “Here. Drink this,” he insists, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand as he passes it to you.

You take a sip, and his eyes stay on you, watching carefully, as if making sure you’re well taken care of. 

“Have you eaten?” He asks, sounding almost parental in his concern. 

You hesitate, not really wanting to admit you haven’t, but he catches the slight shake of your head.

Roman sighs, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Of course you haven’t,” he teases, though there’s warmth in his tone. He reaches over for his phone. “What do you want? I’m ordering you something.”

You protest half-heartedly, but he’s not having it. “No arguments. Just tell me what you like,” he says, the assertiveness back in his voice, though not in a way that feels controlling—more like he wants to take care of you, and he’s not letting you stop him.

You murmur a response, listing off a few of your favorite foods, and he nods, scrolling through a delivery app. “I’ll get a few things,” he says, glancing at you again. “You need to eat something.”

The whole interaction leaves you feeling a little stunned. The Roman Reigns who had dominated every interaction before, both at work and tonight, is now gently fussing over you, making sure you're comfortable, hydrated, and well-fed. It’s a side of him you hadn’t expected, and it leaves you with a warmth spreading in your chest that’s different from anything you’ve felt before with him.

As he settles back into the bed beside you, you can feel the weight of what just happened, but also the surprising softness in the way Roman is treating you. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest, his fingers trailing lightly along your arm in a soothing gesture. The shift from dominance to care is seamless, and it’s clear he’s not just putting on an act—he genuinely wants to make sure you’re okay.

"Anything else you need?" he asks again, his lips brushing lightly against your forehead. 

When you shake your head, he pulls you in even closer.

"Good," he murmurs, his voice deep and warm. "Just relax. I've got you."

[piratefishmama]

Fake it 'till you make it | Part 19

They did eventually get to the closet, but only because Lynda knocked on the door and followed up with “Steven, when you’re finished unpacking we should really do some grocery shopping, the kitchen is… a little barren. Your father is getting peckish and you and I both know what he’s like when he’s hungry.”

Eddie had looked up at him from where he’d rested his head atop Steve’s chest, big brown eyes curious but the question wasn’t voiced. It didn’t have to be.

“He gets… bitchy, it’s not pretty.” Steve looked back toward the door and responded a little louder with “We’ll be down in about thirty! Got a little… side-tracked!” Eddie’s forehead hit his chest again, and Steve could feel the smile on Eddie’s lips appear against his chest.

“We haven’t been to a drug store, Steven, you better be being safe in there.”

“Not like that!” The drawn out ‘uh-huh’ that Lynda replied with told him that she believed nothing. Guilty until proven innocent, and the pretty set of hickies lining Eddie’s throat were prime evidence that Steve knew she’d eventually use against him. “I was thinking getting something delivered anyway”

“Well, whatever we do, hurry up, plenty of time to kiss your boyfriend later.” And the click of her departing heels down the stairs ended that conversation. They got the closet figured out shortly after. They only had a week at the chalet, and Eddie would have probably just lived out of his suitcase for that long, but unpacking was a thing the Harringtons did, so he got to see his clothes mixed in with preppy polos and extremely soft dark green and maroon sweaters that he had every intention of stealing while there.

He got to see what it’d be like to share his space with someone else. Someone who wanted to share their space with him, not by necessity, not because it’d simply ‘save space’, but by desire to.

He was being very brave about how much that affected him. Very brave indeed. Didn’t even get choked up. Not even a little bit. And sure, Steve may have, after looking at him for a second, felt the totally unrelated need to pause, lift Eddie’s bangs up and plant a kiss atop his forehead that made Eddie’s poor little queer heart do loop de loops.

But that was definitely unrelated.

And then it was back to the ruse. Back to the company of the senior Harringtons downstairs. Lynda taking one look at Eddie, her eyes clearly dipping down below his face, then looked to Steve with the most ‘I know what you’ve been doing’ expression Eddie had ever seen in his life.

He pitied the people who had to go up against this woman in court Jesus H. Christ.

She said nothing on the subject though, content to continue on as if she hadn’t just been telepathically yelling I KNEW IT at her son. It wasn’t even aimed at him yet Eddie still felt the urge to hide behind his own hair in embarrassment. “Have you boys decided on what you want to do? Groceries or delivery?”

“Delivery” Steve wasn’t even flinching. The confidence on that man was astounding. Although seeing the people he came from? Not surprising. “We can go for groceries tomorrow and I haven’t had Tony’s in over a year.”

“Tony’s?” Eddie whispered curiously.

“Pizza” Steve supplied without looking, just leaned a little closer before pulling away again.

“Oh Steven no, it was nothing but grease last time!”

“That’s the best part!”

“I refuse to have a break out at my age Steven, especially one caused by pizza grease. So, unless you can think of another place for delivery, we’re going for groceries and we’ll cook something.” It was like a battle of titans, Steve hands on his hips, cocked in that judgemental mother kind of way, and Lynda with her arms crossed, expression making her appear a cold immovable force of nature.

Neither of them budging.

“Eddie” Eddie jumped as John caught his attention from the left, the man leaning around his wife to address him “tie breaker, as our surprise guest, what do you think we should do?” And then all eyes were on him.

He liked Pizza. He loved pizza, pizza was great, but—but despite his entire life being led going against rich people and their bullshit, he… actually wanted these people to like him. Plus, groceries would be a good idea! They could get snacks, drinks, things they wouldn’t have for the evening if they just settled with Pizza. Could stop at the drug store for. Reasons.

“Uh—Uhm—well… Pizza is good, I like pizza” Steve smiled at him, and he felt bad, just a little, for what he was about to do “but—” the smile fell betrayal, he was betraying his faux boyfriend. He’d pay for that one, undoubtedly. “Groceries would be a better idea, right? I mean if we want food or snacks later we’ll be shit out of luck. So maybe we save pizza for later in the week? So if someone doesn’t want pizza… they have other options?” He was making a very mature decision, thinking very hard, all while Steve looked at him like he’d just kicked his puppy. “Stevieee, baby, don’t—”

“You agreed with my mother—”

“Well as usual, I am right, Steven.”

“Lynda please.” John chastised quietly.

“I am!” Both parents went largely ignored by Eddie in favour of focusing on Steve, who looked appropriately devastated to have been voted against by his own boyfriend.

“Eddie, you—this is just—the betrayal.” And people called him the theatre kid. Eddie, in all his years DMing in Hellfire, had seen many a stubborn meltdown, and so he could have predicted what was about to be said long before Steve voiced it, but it didn’t make him internally judge the man any less, because wow. “Well I’m not driving.” And there it was, the pout. His arms relocating from his hips, to cross over his chest, mirroring his mother. Gone was the need to make it up to him, gone was the feeling of letting down the man who’d rapidly gone from ‘fake boyfriend’ to ‘man of my dreams’.

Eddie just kind of wanted to dunk his head in some snow. Maybe go throw him in the nearby lake.

“Oh that’s really mature, Steven.” Lynda rolled her eyes, and once again, Eddie found himself agreeing. God who was he? Since when did he agree with peoples parents?

“Fine, I can drive.” John clapped his thighs, then rose from his seat “Eddie, since you’re clearly the only other adult in this room, how about you come with me.” It may have put the eldest of the Harringtons in the hot seat to say, both his son and his wife turning the daggers on him, but Eddie felt a sliver of respect for the man just creeping up on him because damn, maybe he was bitchy when he was hungry. “Let the children cool down for an hour or so.” Good lord almighty, why was this attractive?

Oooh don’t go there, brain.

“O—okay, okay yeah, uhm… will… will you be okay, Steve?” Steve gave him an exaggerated eye roll that absolutely did nothing to make Eddie feel bad. In fact it did the exact opposite. “Fine you big baby. And people call me dramatic.” He was going to give Steve a quick peck goodbye, but Steve didn’t deserve one!

So, he left with that, following John to the car leaving the mother and son duo seething in the living room. Glorious.

Part 21

[ivystoryweaver]

3 Times Jake Lockley Tried Threatened to Kill You and 1 Time How He Saved Your Life

Part 5/5: Finale

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Pairing: Jake Lockley x f!reader

Summary: Jake makes you a life-changing offer, but can you trust him? Can you really trust anybody?

Word Count: 7.3k

Content: nsfw, mdni, language (more than usual), nipple play, oral - m. and f. rec, p in v, unprotected sex, knife play, knife threats, mild injury, blood, wounds, violence, rough sex, creampie, tiny bit of anal teasing, mentions of food, suicide, trafficking and abuse, mental health discussions, not beta'd

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You checked the lock behind Jake. And again. Three times. Then you checked and re-checked all the windows and curtains, even though Jake had secured the house as soon as you arrived. You peered in every closet and under both beds, in the bathroom, everywhere that someone might think to hide.

And you did all this while carrying your weapon. In fact, you inspected the house so thoroughly and repeatedly that you were searching a closet when Jake returned. Your blood went ice cold in your veins at the sound of footsteps. But you drew a deep breath and gripped your weapon, ready to defend yourself if needed.

He called your name and you almost collapsed in relief, making sure the safety was on before setting the gun on the night table. 

“There you are, you okay?” He hurriedly questioned, rushing to check you over.

Nodding quickly, you threw your arms around his neck and held onto him as if he’d just returned from war. 

“I got you, it’s okay,” he murmured against your ear, wrapping his arms around the curve of your back and pressing your body against his securely. “I’m sorry I left. You’ve been through hell today.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, your eyes drifting closed as he folded you closer still, deciding to see how he would respond if you remained calm instead of showing him the absolute panic consuming you.

“No. It’s not okay. I shouldn’t have left you.” Pressing a kiss to your temple, he eased back and took your face in his hands. “It won’t happen again. I’m not gonna control you like everyone else. I should have given you the choice."

You blinked at him so sweetly, stunned by his confession - wishing so badly to believe him, but still so uncertain...

Better to play nice for now.

“Keep talking,” you smiled warmly at him. “You’re more than a pretty face.”

He kissed your lips, chuckling lightly, relieved that you seemed in good spirits.

Jake showed you the supplies, allowed you to change into clothes closer to your size, and the two of you made some food since you hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

As the evening wore on, he finally seemed to relax a bit, removing his jacket, although his gloves and hat stayed on. And before you had to wonder anymore, or for very long about his intentions, he motioned around him at the supplies he'd gathered, letting you know he had a ton of work to do to get the two of you out of there safely tomorrow - and suggested you go to bed...leaving you completely bewildered.

"I'll fix up the bed - you can sleep in there. I'll take the couch."

Now you were more confused than ever.

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Jake checked with you half a dozen times, it seemed, making sure you felt okay to go to bed.

"You can sleep in here, you know...if you want. Plenty of room," you offered, fidgeting nervously with your hands, which was quite unlike you.

Jake stopped, glancing up from tucking a blanket neatly under the edge of the mattress. "Thanks. Maybe I will. I just don't want to keep you up."

"Okay," you softly agreed, and Jake wondered if the chaos of the day had taken the fight right out of you. "Hey, come here," he said softly, reaching for the swell of your hips to pull you close. "It's been a shit day. I'll come in later."

You nodded, sadness lingering in your eyes and Jake realized he'd never seen you so soft and vulnerable.

"You're safe here," he repeated. "I promise you."

Forcing a smile, you went along with his idea, needing time to think.

Although you'd put up a fight with Jake, at least verbally, several times before, this was different. You were alone, totally isolated and no one knew where you were. You could die here. Or he could be leading you to your death.

So for once, quietly accepting your fate sounded like the way to go. You kissed Jake goodnight and locked yourself inside the bedroom, hoping he wouldn't grow suspicious or worse, angry.

You stared at the pitch black ceiling above your bed, unable to believe this is how your first night with Jake Lockley was going.

This man who haunted your fantasies, who plunged a knife into your abdomen, whose very voice made you wet...was surprisingly the softest man you'd ever met. At least you truly hoped so.

These thoughts turned over and over in your head, making you toss and turn for what felt like hours, wondering if Jake would come to you. After getting up to use the bathroom, you decided it best to unlock the door.

After a while longer, your impatience won out and you remembered all the times in your own bed, in the comfort of your penthouse, when you'd relieved your stress physically - each time fantasizing about Jake - at least for the last few weeks.

Bored, frustrated and wired, your fingers wandered under the cotton t-shirt Jake had given you to sleep in, toying with the scar he'd left with his knife. The knife you came on. The scar he'd caressed while fingering you with his gloves on - something right out of your wildest dreams.

He must think you were so unhinged. Which...was probably true. Even now, toying with your scar, you felt yourself getting wet. Maybe you could just...no. Not with Jake in the next room. He would definitely hear you getting yourself off since you weren't exactly one for quiet orgasms.

The truth was, you simply weren't used to being on your own, quiet, with no phone, no one to call, no one to serve you. Nothing.

"Fuck," you hissed, annoyed with yourself for getting worked up over a stab wound.

"That a request?" Jake's voice sounded from the bedroom doorway.

"Shit! Jake - you scared me." Scooting up in bed, you reached for the bedside lamp.

He stood, shirtless, arms folded over his chest, his curls wild and untamed from running his fingers through them relentlessly...and his hands, finally, bare.

"What, you don't wear gloves to bed?" You teased, drawing your legs up to your chest in a somewhat defensive pose.

"I can if you want, cariño," he smirked, pushing off the doorway to stalk toward the bed.

"I thought you were busy," you huffed, keeping your distance, if only to pretend you were punishing him in some way.

"I was, but...I missed you."

"Sure you did," you fired back, rolling your eyes.

"There it is," he darkly chuckled, easing closer to you. "So sweet before, but I knew it wouldn't last."

"Fuck you," you spat, reaching out to swat at his arm, but he trapped your wrist in his strong grip, condescendingly tutting a few times.

"Mmm, you said that," he nodded, pushing your hand over your head while climbing on top of you, his gorgeous body flexing as he eased you underneath him. Taking hold of your free hand, he pushed it up to join the other, locking your wrists in an iron grip. "Why do you think I came in here?"

Without giving you time to answer, he covered your mouth with his own, strong hips pinning you to the mattress to restrict your movement. Licking open the seam of your lips, he thrusted against you hungrily, growling as your hips shifted to meet his rocking motion.

Keeping a hold on your wrists with one hand, he dragged his free hand down to push up your t-shirt, quickly and easily finding his scar - his mark on you. The one he saw you fondling as he quietly watched you from the doorway a few minutes ago.

He should have let you continue, waited patiently while you slid your fingers into you slick cunt, panting his name.

But he just couldn't help himself, even now, as those same fingers wandered down underneath the hem of your panties. You moaned deeply into his mouth as he rubbed his knuckles between your wet folds.

Tearing his mouth from yours, he kissed a trail down your throat, yanking up your t-shirt to expose your breasts to his waiting mouth, smiling against your skin as he sucked your hardened nipple. Next he trailed his tongue down to your scar, breathing hotly over the sore skin before laving his tongue over the ruined flesh, the steady drag of his knuckles through your folds making you mewl and liquify under his touch.

He continued downward, laying soft kisses along your stomach, down to your panties, before pulling them off your legs.

"Relax, baby," he gruffed out, kissing a trail up the softness of your inner thigh before his lips finally met your dripping core.

"Jake...please..." You gasped, threading your fingers through his thick curls as he softly and temptingly kissed your cunt.

"Think about this every night, mi amor. Wanna hear you when you come on my tongue."

"Fuck, Jake," you moaned as he dragged his tongue through your folds. Your body trembled in pleasure at the way he started eating you - the squelching sounds filthy and turning you on beyond belief.

He nibbled at your throbbing clit before laving with his tongue, over and over and it felt so fucking good you thought you might cry. Then he plunged his tongue into your hole, fucking into you, swirling and licking as his thumb found your clit - circling it with hard, pressing pulses while working his mouth all over you pussy.

You tugged his hair so hard, pushing his face against your cunt, rocking your hips, fucking his face and he seemed happy to let you handle him like a toy, soaking his mouth with your juices.

A pleasure like you'd never known began to build in the center of you and you rushed headlong into it, thrilled that he wasn't trying to control you - seeming pleased with the way you bucked wildly against him.

His tongue felt hot and wild and wet inside you, obscene wet slurps filling the bedroom - only slightly obscured by your shrieks of ecstasy.

Whatever in the world you were mad at him for, he was forgiven because you'd never had a lover or a toy or anything in the world take you to heaven like this.

Just then, his stiff cock brushed against your leg and the thought of how hard he felt and how good he was about to fuck you sent you into oblivion. Your back arched violently off the bed as your whole body shook with orgasm, like a delicious lightning zinging through your entire body, all the way down to your toes.

Jake kissed gently back up your body, knuckles gently stroking your arm, fingers tangling with yours as you rode out your high.

"That's my girl," he murmured against your neck. "Came for me so good. Taste fucking perfect."

"Jake..." You panted, squeezing your joined hands and wondering when the room might stop spinning.

"I got you, baby. I got you."

Your blissed out brain vaguely drifted back to this morning when he said the same thing to you, while trying to get you to safety. It was a hell of a day.

You rolled to your side and curled up against his chest, loving how his arms automatically wrapped around you and pressed your body against the heat of his bare chest. The straining, hard length of him dug into your thigh as his mouth sought yours out once more, this time hungrier, more demanding.

He lifted your t-shirt over your head as you frantically pushed at the hem of his boxers, lips fused every second possible as you freed yourself of your remaining clothes.

He rolled your body back underneath his, kissing you hungrily before pushing your arms back over your head, hissing as his gunshot wound smarted. With fingers tangled, hands linked, he worked his hips in between your legs which fell open eagerly.

Sliding his tip through your drenched folds, he groaned out a few curses in Spanish before pushing into your hole, pausing for just a moment - just to get a reaction out of you.

Predictably, you slung your leg around his ass and urged him into you deeper, hissing as his cock stretched you open.

"Fuck me," you demanded, even as he bottomed out and held himself still, if only to hear you say it again.

Writhing underneath him, the stretched position of your arms put your breasts on a gorgeous display for him. "Fuck me, Jake," you whined, your back arching deliciously as you squeezed your joined hands.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he roughly speared back into you, twisting his body into yours, his mouth falling open in a gasp as your hips rocked to meet his.

He went slowly, but it was deep and a little rough and wild and so Jake.

"I think of you every night - wishing you were inside me," you panted, body rolling beautifully underneath him.

"I'm here now, baby," he groaned, driving his cock into you possessively. "I'll give you anything you want."

"I want you here," you panted, both legs wrapped snugly around him now, fingers gripping his own, spread open beneath him, taking his cock so good. "I want you inside me. Come inside me. Stay with me."

Your words ignited a molten lust like he'd never felt with anyone else. You were such a beautiful paradox - or maybe it was his heart that thrummed with conflict, but only for you. He wanted you wild, cursing him, fighting him, making him burn for you, but he simultaneously needed to tame you, take your body underneath his, just like this - make you soft and desperate for him.

But earlier, you were too quiet and he worried that maybe your spirit was breaking. He couldn't live with that. You were sweet and vicious and filthy and beautiful. He wanted to shove his gun in your pussy or bend you over the hood of his car and make you cry, but he also wanted to pamper you and get down his knees to give you anything your heart desired. He wanted to pull you apart with his lips, his tongue, his fingers, his cock. To pleasure you for hours on end, tender and deep and slow, in a soft bed.

He wanted all of you. And as you murmured against his mouth that you were glad he was here with you, he thought it might feel something like love.

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You fell asleep tangled up in Jake, honestly pleased to simply have his undivided attention. Despite everything, you still felt safe with him, but doubts lingered.

Your sleepy mind dragged you under and into a terrible dream - vague, but with images of your awful bodyguard who attacked you at the forefront. Then Jake appeared, and simply...watched. You cried out for him, but he didn't seem to care.

You woke up suddenly, disoriented and afraid, only to find Jake sound asleep beside you. Burning questions plagued your mind, so you silently slipped out of bed, quickly racing to the living room to locate some kind of weapon. You needed to solve this right fucking now.

Creeping back into the bedroom, you gripped a knife in your trembling hand, drawing a deep breath before laying it against the corded thickness of Jake's throat. Of course, as soon as he woke up, he would overpower you and probably be pissed, so you decided to climb on top of him, straddling his body to more easily pin him down.

Before you even called his name or shook him awake, his dark eyes popped open, feeling your naked body draped over his. But his brief delight quickly evaporated when he felt a sharp knife edge pressing into his skin.

"Shit," he hissed, struggling at first, but faltering when you dug the knife in to the point of pain.

"Be still," you ordered. "I have some goddamn questions."

"All right, okay," he agreed, holding his hands up as if surrendering.

"Put your hands underneath your body," you ordered. "Lie on top of them. Do it now."

You thought you saw a smirk and it enraged you, which caused your wrist to slip and barely nick his throat.

"Fucking hell, be careful with that," he gasped, complying with your demand - wincing at the way his current arm position pulled at his gunshot wound.

"Answer my questions or I will cut your fucking throat," you snarled, using all your weight to pin him down and hoping like hell you sounded believable, if not intimidating.

"Okay, just...go easy."

"You said twenty minutes," you accused, "You said you would be back from your supply run in twenty minutes, but you weren't."

"Corazón. Please - "

"You said twenty," you fussed, trembling with rage. "It was thirty-five minutes - "

"I'm sorry - "

"I thought you left me here, Jake," you insisted, gesturing animatedly with your free hand. "O-or something happened to you."

Wetting his lips, he attempted to explain. "I went to two different stores, but I got most of what we need. So we'll be ready. It won’t happen again. We'll use burner phones next time."

"Who will be ready?"

"You and me, to leave here tomorrow," he reminded you. "I told you." He groaned as your bare cunt shifted against his lower abdomen. Fucking hell, you were crazy but damn if it didn't make him want you so much.

Scared of asking your next question, you pressed on, desperate to know. "Are you going to kill me? O-or hurt me? Are you still out for revenge against my father?”

“What? No,” Jake passionately replied, hoping to convince you with his body held captive. “You were in the car when we were shot at this afternoon. I’m trying to save your life.”

"How do I know?" You clapped back, pounding your fist on his chest. "How do I know you didn't kidnap me?"

"Jesus," he huffed, rolling his eyes, but he seemed oddly relieved. "That's what has you all worked up. You think I fucking kidnapped you?"

"Maybe you did," you snapped. "Maybe you're trying to trick me - to get me to trust you."

"I told you you have every reason not to trust me, after what I did to you," he insisted. "Believe me, I was surprised you even agreed to come here with me. I'm just trying to keep you alive."

“But why?” You blinked down at him. “Why did you change your mind?”

His gaze met yours confidently. “You were in that bathroom with me today. In the club, when you kissed me. Why do you think?”

“For a good fuck?” You smarted. “Mission accomplished. Now what?”

He took the compliment. “Thanks,” he smirked. “I thought so.” Wetting his lips, he added, “I know I won’t forget the way you looked in that mirror for a long time.”

Fuck. The mere thought of it made you wet. Even his voice could rile you up.

"What if you're full of shit?" You seethed, trailing off as you felt his very prominent erection against your ass.

"What the hell...this is turning you on? Are you seriously fucking hard with a knife to your throat, talking about kidnapping me? You sick fuck!"

Jake's head dropped back to his pillow then and he let out a dark chuckle at your apparent obliviousness to the obvious reason he hadn't overpowered you yet. "That surprises you? You're the one who fucks yourself with my weapons, sweetheart."

"Yeah? Maybe I should shove this knife right up your ass!"

"For god's sake..." He groaned. "You're a spoiled fucking brat, you know that?"

"Fuck you, Jake," you growled, shifting your hips down. Using your free hand, you gripped his cock, pushing your thumb over the tip before guiding his length into your pussy.

With the knife pressed firmly to his throat, you sank all the way down, hissing at how he stretched you so good before starting to rock your hips.

"fuck..." Jake moaned, turned on beyond belief at how you were at least pretending to threaten his life while clenching him so tightly.

"Now answer me," you panted, trying hard to concentrate while riding such a good cock. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment - an opportunity Jake should have taken, but willfully chose not to. In this case, getting his dick wet was far more appealing than scaring you further.

"Are you going to hurt me?" You half moaned, dragging your hips back and forth demandingly. "Or let anyone else hurt me?"

Jake wet his lips at the sight of your bouncing tits. "No. Never."

"But why?" You gasped, grateful instead of angry when he freed his hands, running them up your thighs. Gripping your hips, he moved you back and forth, helping you ride his dick harder and faster, even as the knife pulled roughly at the flesh of his throat.

"Because...you're mine," he panted, feeling the thrill of victory as the weapon dropped from your hand. "You're fucking mine. Say it."

Bracing your palms on his chest, you bounced faster and faster on his cock - your gorgeous tits mesmerizing him as your body flexed and fucked and you started to moan his name.

After a vigorous round of you riding him hard, he sat up with you, wrapping you in his strong arms, his mouth crashing into yours as your bodies twisted, rolling together like a thunderstorm.

Pulling you harder down onto him by your shoulders, Jake buried his face in your neck, remembering back to the club when all he wanted was to suck a mark on your skin and come against you. But now, you were here with him, alone, naked and he was so deep inside you. You wanted him as much as he wanted you.

"Say it," he repeated, his voice pleading instead of demanding, hands caressing down the curve of your back as he murmured against your throat. "Say you're mine. Because I'm yours. Only yours."

"Jake," you whimpered, your body surrendering to a euphoric wave of passion, arching against him as you came undone. He groaned into your skin, feeling your walls clenching around him, coaxing him toward his own release. Surging heat filled you inside and you held Jake's head against your shoulder tenderly as he he came back to himself.

Easing back, he gasped for air, gazing into your eyes before kissing your parted lips. Touching his forehead to yours, he cupped your cheek with his hand.

"I won't let anyone hurt you. Ever." Reaching for the knife, he felt you flinch, hurriedly whispering his name. He pressed the handle into your hand, kissing your mouth again. "Take it. Do anything you want. I'll never hurt you."

You repeated his name, realizing it was becoming something of a touchstone. Wrapping your arms around his neck with the knife in your hand, you kissed him deeply.

Maybe he really did just want to fuck you, but whatever he was doing was working. You were finally beginning to truly believe him.

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After holding one another in the dark, bodies wet and soft but still joined, the two of you panted, soft kisses and caresses soothing and calming you.

You climbed out of bed to clean up a little, check Jake's gunshot wound, and get a drink. Jake pulled your t-shirt back over your head and found his boxers. Pulling you against his chest, he ran his hands up and down the curve of your back, smiling to himself as you draped your bare thigh across his abdomen.

"I'm sorry I cut your neck," you whispered, running your fingertip over his chin before tracing the shape of his lips.

"No, I don't think you are," he softly chuckled, fingertips brushing the smooth curve of your ass underneath the hem of your t-shirt. "But thanks for saying so."

But you were serious. "I didn't want to hurt you, I just..." You trailed off, your voice faltering.

"You were scared," he supplied. "I don't blame you." Pressing a soft kiss to your temple, he added, "Gotta teach you how to handle a knife though. Just in case."

"Oh don't worry," you laughed, "I'm not planning to climb naked on top of anyone else and threaten them."

Jake hummed against your skin, squeezing your ass. "No, your naked body was pretty effective actually."

You shared a giggle, feeling the tiniest bit carefree, like lovers, instead of the messed up star-crossed whatever-this-was.

After a moment, Jake pulled the covers over your bodies. "Try to get some sleep. We have to leave in a few hours...unless you have more questions."

You did. You asked him again why you had to leave this house so soon. "It’s off the grid - even the electricity and water bills can’t be traced to me, but…it is better to leave soon."

“Okay,” you nodded, “and go where?”

Wrapping you a little tighter, he decided it was now or never. “I’m going to New York. From there, I can’t tell you yet. Not unless…” His voice trailed off for a moment. “You have to decide what you want to do. I can get you back to your father, if that’s what you want."

Chewing on your lip, you squeezed his hand, grateful for his touch. “What if I don’t want? What choices do I have?”

He chanced a look down at you and found you staring at him intently, as if he really could solve your problems. Hell, he was the cause of at least half your current issues. 

“Uhm…” he cleared his throat, dark eyes flickering away and then back to yours. “I’m leaving. I don’t know why you would want to, but…you could come with me.”

Your sharp intake of breath surprised him. “Really?” You whispered, your voice laced with sincerity and not a trace of guile or sarcasm. “Y-you would take me with you? Away from my father, from all of this?”

He eased back, lying beside you, so he could see your face better. “I would. I will - if you want.”

“But what about my father?” You pressed. “What about your revenge?”

The familiar ache inside him ignited as Jake remembered his brother. He shook his head, trying to figure out how to explain… With a sigh he finally peered deeply into your eyes. “I want you more than I want revenge.”

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Fingers tangled with Jake’s, your head rested against his arm as the two of you raced toward New York in yet another different vehicle.

“It really doesn’t bother you to leave stuff behind?” You curiously inquired, nuzzling into the sleeve of his leather jacket.

“I don’t have much to leave behind,” he vaguely responded. “Why? You missing your penthouse about now?”

Turning your gaze up to his face, you noticed his mouth curled teasingly.

“I’ll miss the breakfasts,” you answered honestly. “Omelettes made to order, mimosas, tea… Find me some decent eggs and a waffle and I’ll be happy.”

“That I can do,” he nodded, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “I know a few places in the city - greasy spoons, but the best breakfast food you’ll ever eat.”

You hummed out an affirmative, snuggling back into your comfortable spot against his arm. After a few quiet moments, which you realized Jake seemed to cherish, you bravely voiced the most important question.

“So…I’m here. We’re going to New York,” you stated the obvious. “Are you going to tell me what happens next?”

“I will,” he assured you, smoothing his thumb over yours, "when we get there. It's...complicated. But I promise I'll tell you everything."

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NEW YORK

“I think I like your safe house better,” you joked, glancing around at the not-so-nice motel room, noting the presence of one bed and a small sofa.

"It's no penthouse, but it's safe," Jake shrugged, setting down two bags - now your only possessions in the world. "We'll be out of here tomorrow night anyway."

His gaze landed on you, carefully observing, just waiting for you to run out the door and call your father. Why would you want this? Not enough money - danger, leaving your whole life behind?

And why was he taking such a risk, having you here? Rich, well-known and beautiful, you were a beacon, drawing unwanted attention.

Noticing you shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, he crossed the room, relaxing as you smiled at him, accepting his embrace.

"Let's get you some waffles," he murmured against your ear, holding you securely. "Then we need a few more supplies. I promise I'll answer any questions you have."

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"I have...a disorder," Jake finally admitted, his voice blending in with the old diner's dull roar.

Fresh pancakes sizzled on the griddle - the aroma of this morning's coffee filling the air with a slightly burned tinge.

Expecting to him to tell you the plan - to reveal the city of your final destination, you asked him, "What kind of disorder?"

And that's how you learned about his alters - Steven and Marc. He talked for a long while, briefly mentioning his abusive mother, his dead father, and the kidnapping and murder of his younger brother Randall.

Steven had been with him a long time, since they were children, but Marc came later, after college. Marc rarely came around, kept quiet and generally seemed to protect them.

"Steven's not like me," Jake simply explained, while you finished eating. "He's good. He's always been good." Then he went on to admit he planned to let Steven live in London and take a back seat in their mind.

Panic began to grip you from the inside out. Was Jake planning to disappear and leave you with this Steven? Or Marc? Had you met either of them?

And was London really your final destination?

"If you come with me, I'm not going to leave you," Jake explained, "but you'll meet them at some point."

Reaching across the table, you squeezed his hand. "Thank you...for telling me. I understand, in a way."

Noticing his confusion, you went on to explain that you were familiar with disorders and mental health issues because your mom was bipolar.

"She was on and off meds my whole life. My dad didn't really believe it was a thing - always treating her like an embarrassment or a burden," you brokenly explained. "She got so low that...she finally killed herself."

"My god...I'm sorry," Jake soothed, squeezing your fingers gently.

"I think...maybe when she realized what my dad was actually doing - how awful he really is - she just couldn't take it anymore," you went on. "That's why I was so afraid of you."

"You don't have to be afraid of me," he reminded you, rubbing circles over your knuckles with his thumb.

Realizing Jake didn't fully understand, you explained to him that when your mom found out your dad was trafficking humans, she took her life.

"I've been trying to get out ever since. But I couldn't find a way, so I played nice. I didn't know what else to do." You shook your head. "Maybe we should find a way to...I don't know - overthrow him. He's truly evil."

Realizing the horrors you'd lived and how they were as bad as his own, if not worse, Jake's heart burned and he'd never wanted so badly to protect you.

"Let's try to get out first. I'll teach you how to fight, and when to avoid a fight," he suggested. "I don't want to think about something like that until I get you safe."

"You know...at first I thought you might secretly work for my dad, or a worse rival - that you took me...to sell me."

"Jesus," Jake whistled in disbelief, making sure to keep his voice quiet. "Are you serious? That must be terrifying."

Linking his fingers with yours, he peered into your eyes. "I was hired to kill you, by a rival of your father's, yes, but it had nothing to do with trafficking. I may have killed some people but I don't know anything about that world. You have to believe me."

Swallowing hard, you nodded once. "It's hard, but...I'm starting to? If that makes sense?"

Reaching into his jacket pocket, Jake retrieved the keys, sliding them across the table to you. "You have your weapon." He nodded downward. "Those are to the car and the motel. You can hold onto them. You can leave anytime you want."

"Jake - "

"Listen it's not just whether or not you feel safe with me," he tried to explain. "I'm not going to make you believe I'm the only path to safety. You're smart and strong. I don't want you to, but...if you need to go, you go."

Gathering the keys from the table top, you managed a smile, stashing them in your jacket pocket. "Thank you."

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“I hope you’re not trying to seduce me, Mr. Lockley,” you joked later that evening as you watched him peel a white t-shirt over his head. “Because three times between yesterday and last night has me a little sore.”

“Yeah?” His eyebrows shot up almost triumphantly. “You out of practice?" He stalked toward you slowly, unfastening his jeans. "Or maybe none of your toys fill you up the way I do?"

"Holy shit," you half gasped/half giggled as he pulled you close by your hips.

"Take a shower with me," he breathed against your lips, fingers inching underneath your shirt. "Promise I'll be nice."

As if you needed convincing.

Underneath the warm spray, Jake pushed you up against the tiled wall and kissed you hard and deep. Your fingers tangled in his locks as your slick, naked body arched into his.

"Can't believe you came with me," he murmured on your ear, running his hands all over your wet body. "Can't believe you're here."

If you weren't already tender from your activities last night, you would have to stop yourself from begging him to push your legs apart, bend his knees and fuck up into you with slow, powerful thrusts. Just the thought of it had you liquifying in his arms and moaning into his mouth.

It was you who blindly reached for his throbbing length, twisting your grip around this thickness before teasing his tip with pressure from your thumb.

Pulling away from the kiss, you locked eyes with him and dropped to your knees, empowered by the lust you saw simmering there.

He grunted out a curse as you went to work, licking and sucking his balls into your eager mouth, fingers naughtily slipping between his legs to momentarily tease his puckered hole. The list of things you wanted to do to this man would probably make even him blush, but you returned to your task, licking a long stripe up his veiny, hard length - tongue swirling over his tip.

His back hit the tiled wall as if he needed it for support, lips parted and panting.

Fingertips continuing to tease his ass, you sucked his hard shaft into your wet cavern, taking him to the back of your throat and swallowing his tip. He felt you gag for a second - the thought of your pretty mouth stuffed full of his cock making him groan in satisfaction.

After your little preview of how good you could make this for him, you got to work, teasing his balls, stroking insistently, alternating between brushing with your fingertips and cupping him in your palm. Your mouth slid up and down his length, humming out tempting moans to vibrate his shaft, sucking greedily on his tip - up and down, over and over, taking him so far down your throat that you gagged with each pass.

"...f-fuck baby, just like that," he praised, his hand cupping your cheek to keep you in place in the perfect spot.

You smiled in satisfaction, working him a little faster, your cunt dripping for him as he grabbed your other cheek and really started fucking your face.

You didn't mind that he took control - you wanted him to take what he liked, needing him to lose himself in pleasure - and his rough handling of you only made you want him more.

"Good girl," he groaned, hips pushing him down your throat faster now, using you the way he pleased. "You're my good fucking girl, on your knees for me, so pretty..."

The ache in your core was pulsing need now - god, if only you weren't so sore you would beg him to pound you up against the wall. Reaching between your legs, you slid your fingers over your clit, rubbing furiously as your hips rocked in time with his face fucking.

You wanted to focus on him but you need some relief so badly. Jake hissed out several curses as his hips stuttered - his cock erupting, warm spend burning down your throat. You greedily swallowed, loving the sounds he made as he finished.

He hauled you to your feet, kissing you hard before offering to wash your body. "Let's get out of here and I'll take care of you."

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Jake wasn't kidding. He washed you, dried you carefully and pulled a clean t-shirt over your head. Then he laid you down on the bed and kissed you for a brief eternity before crawling down your body.

Lying side by side with his head opposite yours, he, drew your luscious thigh over his shoulder and spent the next hour with is face in your bare wet cunt.

If you died tomorrow, this alone would be worth living for. After wringing a couple orgasms out of you, he started up again, pausing for a moment when you half-heartedly called his name as if you might ask him to stop.

When you didn't, he kept going, ignoring the return of his own erection. Since he was so conveniently placed, you took him back down your throat, your bodies thrusting, fucking in and out of one another's mouths, feeling a mutual bond and wild pleasure beyond anything a lover had ever given you before.

You went on like this another hour - orgasm after orgasm - wild and unrestrained, but he never did anything to make you more sore. It was all languid, syrupy pleasure, molten lust and simmering desire.

He cleaned you up later and you fell asleep on his chest in minutes.

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THE PLANE

"Maybe this is better than revenge," you whispered to Jake, hands joined, seatbelt fastened and ready for an overnight flight overseas. "I mean...I finally got away, and I'm going to be happy."

The thought that Jake could be the one to make you happy, to give you peace and safety was indescribable - stronger and more powerful than anything revenge could have offered him. So he tried to tell you...

"That...means a lot to me."

Chewing on your lip, you smiled at him sheepishly. "Thanks for calming me down before the security check. I got so worried they were going to keep me from leaving with you."

Jake rested his head against yours, sighing gently. Worried was quite an understatement. You completely freaked out and started to draw a bit of unwanted attention, terrified that the two of you would be separated, and that you would be left behind, or that your fake ID would land you in some sort of interrogation.

Jake talked you through every step and now you were on your way to London. Eventually. You were flying through a couple of other cities first, just to make your trail a little less obvious. One thing that enabled you to feel safer was that Jake had been planning this escape of his for years, and had some money saved. The only variable was adding you to the mix.

"I understand. It's okay," he softly replied.

"I'm like her, you know... My mom. Maybe." Your gaze dropped to your lap. "I think I might be." Turning your gaze over to him, you smiled sympathetically. "That's why I get it, in a way - having a disorder or...feeling different. I get it."

Feeling a little choked with emotion, Jake cleared his throat. "Maybe uhm...maybe we're perfect for each other."

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LONDON

The blunt tip of a knife grazed your throat, paralyzing you. Your body was pinned to the ground - you were trapped.

"What now, muñeca?" Jake hotly breathed against your ear, shifting his hips against yours tauntingly.

"We fuck...obviously," you deadpanned, meeting his thrust with one of your own. "But I have to be able to defend myself someone who actually wants to hurt me."

Jake winked. "Show me what you got, baby."

Hooking your arm around the outside of his, you jerked your knees up and rolled abruptly to the side, twisting his arm behind him. Applying pressure to his lower arm, you kept digging and writhing until he started to lose his grip on the knife.

You knew he was stronger than you, but Jake was trying to teach you how to rein in your (typically wild) temper and stay in control, mentally. Not only that, but he showed you how to use your body's momentum to your advantage.

Of course, this was Jake, so once you managed to get the knife out of his hand, he pushed you back down to the floor, face down, and yanked your leggings over the swell of your hips.

Pinning your arms over your head, he sucked the spot on your neck that made you weak. "Be still, muñequita. I'm not finished with you."

"Get the fuck off me," you squirmed, moaning as Jake smacked your now bare ass.

"Fight all you want," he taunted, pushing your legs apart so he could shove his thick cock into your slick core.

You gasped at the intrusion, moaning as he rammed into you in slow demanding thrusts, the position tighter than usual because of the leggings restraining your knees.

"Knew you would be soaked," he groaned out, turned on beyond belief at how hard you were fighting to escape his hold on you.

Fucking while training had become a regular occurrence for the two of you, but since you didn't safeword, Jake drove his hips into you faster, using his free hand to wrap around your throat from behind.

"Want me to stop, Princesa?" He taunted, growling as you threw your head back, headbutting him before he could squeeze your throat.

Using his slight disorientation to your advantage, you scrambled away from him, chuckling condescendingly as you roughly pulled off his dick.

But before he could react, you pushed him down and climbed on top of him, sinking down on his cock and pressing the knife to his throat.

"I told you to throw that across the room from your attacker," he scolded between harsh pants.

"Not if I want to fuck him," you smarted, riding him hard and fast before smiling devilishly down at him. Tossing the knife across the room, you leaned over and kissed him wildly, humming in satisfaction as he squeezed your ass.

"Good fucking girl," he praised, groaning as you worked your beautiful body over his cock, tits bouncing, lips parted, panting and kiss swollen.

"I fucking love you, Jake," you panted, linking your fingers with his, slowing your body into a languid roll of your hips, staring deeply into his eyes. "I love you."

Leaning up, Jake wrapped you in his arms and rolled you underneath him. "I know."

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Jake read off the name of your new ID - same first name but a brand new last name you picked out for yourself.

"How does it feel?"

"Feels perfect, Mr. Grant," you teased him, nodding down to his ID, which was in Steven's name.

He nudged your shoulder. "So...are you ready?"

"To get your ass kicked? Or to fuck me again?"

So much training, so little time. You were getting stronger. And you were closer than ever to being able to eliminate your father.

But you would keep that to yourself...for now.

END

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[gingiesworld]

Nurse Wanda

Hello can you do millionaire male reader/g!p x nurse wanda? Where reader get into accident so reader need nurse to make sure they doing good for couple months, Since the first day nurse wanda come they immediately fall in love with her but refused to say anything. The last day nurse wanda working they decided to make a move by just bending her over the desk and start kissing her neck from behind, She try to push them away so they ask if she really want them to stop or not (of course she don’t want it to stop) and you know what happened after that ;) (Just imagine reader fucking her from behind while she still wearing nurse outfit!)

Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut

18+ MINORS DNI

It was all over the news, Billionaire Y/N Y/L/N had been in a fatal accident, almost ending his life along with his driver. He had spent the better part of two months laying in a hospital bed until he was allowed to go home, on the pretense he would hire a live in nurse.

Of course that job had fallen on none other than Wanda Maximoff. As much as her best friend would tease her because she would be missing out on precious time with her on and off again boyfriend Vision, especially with needing to live in the Y/L/N manor.

“I just need to make sure everything is healing as it should be.” Wanda told him softly as she checked his dressings. Of course Y/N has thought about Wanda in some sinful ways, especially with her in her scrubs.

“Thank you.” He spoke sincerely when she was finished.

“Maybe we can try to go for a walk?” Wanda suggested as she took a seat.

“Sure.” He smiled at her as she nodded, heading straight to his closet to get him some comfortable clothes.

Over time he found himself falling for the woman before him. All of the little things she would do for him. He would listen to her whenever she spoke about something she cared about so deeply, which revolved around her brother and friends. He knew she was in some sort of relationship but she never spoke about it so Y/N would leave it alone.

When the time together was coming to a close, Y/N found himself wanting her more and more.

“Are you sure that you have to go?” he asked her as she nodded.

“I will have a couple of weeks off until my next job.” She told him as he rose from his desk.

“Stay here for two more weeks.” He suggested. “Relax by the pool, or even in the sauna.”

“Y/N, I have to go, I have my friends.” She told him sternly as she looked on his computer, booking her bus ticket.

“They can come here, there is plenty of room.” He told her as he stood right behind her. Pushing himself against her firm ass. “It can be like a mini vacation.” He started to push his growing bulge against her, she clenched around nothing as she bit her lip. His hands soon landing on her hips, pulling her back into him

“I’ve already paid for my ticket.” She told him as firmly as she could.

“I’ll reimburse you.” He told her as his hands soon reached the ties of her scrub bottoms.

“Y/N.” She whispered as he undone the knot. “This is wrong.” His hand soon found it’s way into her bottoms, cupping her clothed core.

“But you want this just as bad as I.” He told her with a smirk. She just gasped knowing full well that he is right. Wanting to answer him but only a whimper came out when he applied pressure to her clit. “Fuck Wanda, do you have any idea how much I have wanted this since the first month.” He pushed her underwear to the side, sliding a finger through her folds. Moaning at how wet she is. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Do it.” She told them confidently. Not expecting him to rip off her bottoms and underwear. Listening as he pulled his own down. She moaned as she felt his cock run through her folds as he held her hips, leaving bruises behind with the grip.

“Fuck Wanda.” He husked as he kissed her neck, one arm holding her flush against him as the other teased her clit, bucking his hips as Wanda became a moaning mess. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He sucked harshly on her neck as his hand reached under her shirt. Smirking as he felt her braless chest, pinching her perky nipple as she moaned loudly.

“Oh Y/N.” She reached around and held his head in place as her other hand kept her stable against the desk. “So close.” She whispered as he smirked, already reaching his own climax.

The two came with a moan, Y/N hid his face in her neck. The two regaining their composure before he pulled out. He turned her around, cupping her face as he gazed into her eyes. Closing the gap and kissing her softly. Letting her know his feelings with this one gesture.

[nonnieapple]

Can I request for afk journey reinier x reader sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons. Love you work:⁠-⁠)

⛈️⚡️Reinier x g/n!Reader Headcanons⚡️⛈️

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n o t e: thank you~ this was fun to write, i love this guy. he wasn't technically on my req list but i'll allow it, he should've been.

SFW:

• Dating, or even befriending, Reinier would be a miracle and a curse. You'd have to get over the whole... symmetry thing. I've got plenty of ideas and if anyone wants I'll expand on them, but I chose this one. 

• The "Fix This Guy's Perfectionism OCD" route! 

• You, the illustrious and eternally errand-running Magister Merlin, keep running into cases of things being duplicated for symmetry. 

• At first, it wasn't too detrimental. It was a slight bit stressful for the people who had to watch their town statues disappear. With the exception of Lyca, who found it beautiful. Good for her...? 

• Along the way, you met Talene and found the perfectionist culprit- Reinier. His obsession with symmetry ran deep, and even if his arrogance was understandable due to his good looks, his personality made him hideous. 

• Talene had chased him for a while. You ran into her many times more, and eventually, he duplicated buildings and entire towns.

• Reinier needed an intervention.

• How do you do an intervention on a demon? 

• You summon him, of course! 

• With the (totally not coerced) help of a farmer, you made patterns in Ryeham fields. Beautiful patterns, nearly perfect, yet slightly off. 

• Reinier appeared ENRAGED. 

• You had to restrain him, which almost took you and him out in the process. 

• You told him he did not have merely an obsession, but an illness of the mind that humans dealt with, too. (Humans didn't have the power to do the shit he did. Thank Dura for that.) 

• What ensued was the strangest thing you remembered doing. 

• His progress was slow. For the first month, you thought you'd go mad. Not to mention his mysophobia which was also an issue to get through. 

• You were not his therapist, you were his "handler"- keeping a muzzle on him with your magic. Besides celestials, no one was powerful enough to do so. 

• When he made enough progress, he was still himself (annoying & hot), though his murderous and more destructive tendencies were curbed well enough. 

• Point out his mismatched shoes and he will lose it.

• Point out his mismatching colors and he will try to break through the bonds on his magic to kill you. 

• You're not sure how it happened, but along the way, you tripped and fell in "love". 

• At first, it was pure physical attraction. Obvious and cheap. 

• But when you saw the way he admired snowflakes and the "perfect" knit of your clothes, you found him endearing. Make sure not to let him see the snow melt or a hem get frayed- that's a recipe for an episode. 

• Reinier used to be cool due to being a demonic being. Now, with his magic being held back, he accumulates it and it builds up as heat. He can't hold snowflakes anymore.

• You make some out of magic and hang them in his room. 

• His room in the Mystical House is asymmetrical. Exposure therapy and all. The therapist said it'd help him, but he still arranges the furniture weirdly. It can't be helped...

• Reinier LOVES hearing himself talk. He will yap on about actual nonsense and will repeat phrases in a symmetrical way, with perfect rhythm and syllable count. Unfortunately, he has no mouth to cover. 

• The way Reinier fell for you? Well...

• He did not confess until he was several months into living in your house. 

• You had to torture it out of him, going softly first, only asking him how he felt to various insulting answers. You started making his room uneven to piss him off.

• He clawed at your cloak, praying you to stop, and he finally spat out the words like they were poison.

• "Fine! I- gag- well isn't that a pretty word- I... 'like' you!" 

• You put the dresser back to where he had it. "I'm listening."

• "I see, now, that symmetry is not all there is to life. I'll never rid myself of the way I think, but, you're the second best thing to perfection, and I... feel what you humans would call love, towards you."

• You halted, something blooming in your chest. 

• That was the day you got together. You never put much of a label on your relationship. It was beyond simple words. 

• Reinier admires your magic. He says it's organized and the neatest, warmest magic he has ever encountered. Even though you're used to compliment his feel special because that bastard doesn't bother to lie. He supposed that that's what made him gravitate towards you, along with your unending patience and wisdom.

• If you do makeup (especially more artsy things) and mess up even a little, Reinier will offer- no- INSIST on fixing it. You'll usually accept because it's cute and he focuses hard. It's one of the only times he's truly calm. 

• Sometimes he adds different shapes to each side. Each time you celebrate internally. Therapy was worth it!!!

• You have to remind him that people are not less worthy due to being imperfect. If he gets stuck in one of those loops you bring out... The Spray Bottle (which is filled with water but is a reused vintage perfume bottle. You know the one, with the thang) 

• Long after he gets better (but he isn't cured. He's just Like That) you let him out of his quarantine. He'll tag along with you and you only. He doesn't care for other people.

• He's nice to the hamster familiars because if he isn't it's over for him. They're mildly scared of him. 

• If you let him out of his bonds your opponents will be COOKED. 

• And no one wants to mess with a 6'5 tall floating demon anyway...

• If you choose to get gay demon married Berial will try to crash the wedding and Reinier will be a bridezilla. The wedding? Immaculate. His attitude? Spray Bottle worthy. 

• He is terrible at cooking. He will summon an eldritch horror if in the vicinity of a kitchen, and he hates touching food with his hands and is generally sensitive to sensory input. That's why you shower daily and clean the house often, his fear never goes away completely and you accommodate it, sharing some similarities with him in that regard. 

• If you cuddle it has to be symmetrical. You are laying ON HIM and nowhere else, too bad that he's like a rock in softness.

• Hates kids. Too chaotic.

• Everyone is horrified at the pairing of Reinier x Magister Merlin. All that matters is that you're happy. 

• You act like an old couple. Constantly. 

• He might make jewelry for you similar to his if he gets bored. Which is often. 50% of your wardrobe is now created by him, not that you mind. 

• Temesia is especially horrified by your relationship. Dionel isn't surprised, and Valen finds it funny. Talene is glad he's domesticated because she doesn't have to deal with his BS.

• Reinier is all bark and no bite. With you around him, being cruel is not an option.

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• The reproductive systems of (most) humans are symmetrical... Which fascinates him.

• He has no mouth, so it's mostly his hands doing the work. 

• Reinier can create genitals for himself if you're into that. He's in control of what they are, but they'll always be demonic in a way- spiked, shaped strangely, segmented, tentacles, etc. 

• If you're into degradation/praise you've met your match. Either dynamic works. 

• His horns look pretty pullable 

• TWO SETS OF ARMS??? TWO SETS OF A-

• Since he's strong and TWO SETS OF ARMS, he could easily hold you up in any way and position, and restrain you easily. Two sets of arms, guys. 

• Since he has claws, I imagine he'd be into scratching you and sadism. It fits his lore.

• Hear me out- he likes bondage, creating patterns out of rope or magic on his partner. Non-sexually, too.

• If he takes longer to work through his mysophobia, he might use magic and not touch you at all to please you. 

• He doesn't have an inherent drive to have sex, he does it for you, and you're the only one who makes him feel any of that attraction and desire.

• As a stickler for rules, he can be rather obedient.