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{mlb!megumi fushiguro x f!reader}
summary: itâs time to meet papa gojo! and you are absolutely shitting it the moment megumi pulls into his dadâs driveway regardless of his countless reassuranceâ wanting nothing more than for his dad to like you and earn his respect. in the midst of all the chaos, gojo spontaneously suggests then you all take a trip up to the mountains, you absolutely ecstatic that you get to spend a little getaway with the people you love most. but when gojo reveals to you a heavyâ more serious part of megumiâs life that completely throws you by surprise, sorrowful words leave your boyfriendâs mouth upon confrontation.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, FILTHY AFF SMUTT, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it yâall), oral, pussy eating and fingerin YEOWW, DIRTY TALK, squirting, DOMINANT MEGUMI YâALL ALREADY KNOW, fluufff!, pet names, cursing, SAD MEGUMI LORE :(, angst af but with comfort, DEVOTED MEGUMI MY LORD!, all characters are aged up.
word count: 18.6k (BROOO LMFAOAOAO I CAANTTT IM SORRYâ)
authors note: PARTT THREEE AWWW FUCK MAN!!! this one is centered around megumi and i hope to GODDDD YOU GUYS LOVE IT AS MUCH AS I DO! the amount of love i have gotten from this series is actually fucking CRAZAAYYY i cannot be more thankful i truly cannot express how much you guys mean to me i do not have words but all i can say is that i love you all SO fucking much!! MWAAHHH <333
i highly advise you to read the other parts of this series or else you wonât be able to understand some of the storyline and references :( you can find my mlb!megumi fushiguro masterlist here!
the minute megumi pulled into gojoâs driveway, you started rambling.
âdo i look okay? wait gumi did my hair get messed up when i rolled down the window? fuck! is my top too skimpy? hold on do you think heâll like the sweets i brought? or should we drive to the market oh god take me to the marketââ
megumi reached over and squished your cheeks together with his right hand, muffling your speech and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
âyouâre fine baby.â he mumbled, gently letting go of your face and unbuckling both your seatbelt and his. âyou have nothing to worry about.â
âi have everything to worry about!â you whined. âthis is your dad gumi this is so so important and i can literally feel it in my bones how iâm about to fuck this up itâs my sixth sense itâs flaring upââ
he snorted and shook his head, nudging your forehead gently with his index finger.
âstop. put away your sixth sense.â
you smirked.
âonly if you pull your big one out if you know what i meââ
megumi whipped his head in your direction with wide eyes and pink cheeks as you slipped into a fit of giggles, you leaning over the console and pressing a sweet kiss to his cheekâ a little sly grin slipping from his mouth as you settled back into your seat.
âwhat?â you shrugged your shoulders, feigning innocence. âi thought i could tell you anything? is this relationship not built out of trust? out of honesty?â
ânot if itâs making my dick hard in the middle of my dadâs driveway.â he muttered, and you giggled relentlessly again.
âiâm sorry gumi iâm sorryââ you reached up and caressed his spiky hair softly. âdo you wanna put your hand on my tit? maybe itâll help withââ
âbaby!â he gasped. âwhat is with you right now-â
âgumiâ itâs every time you wear that godforsaken white button up itâs driving me nuts and now iâm gonna have to restrain my whore alter ego until we get back to your apartmentââ
megumi threw his head back and laughed, his rare big smile shining as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you in, stuffing your face into his chest as you felt his laughter buzz through.
you embraced each other for a quiet moment, his quick heartbeat vibrating against your ear as you cheekily smiled at the speeding rate of it, yours no doubt matching in rhythm with his if not fucking worse as he kissed the top of your head and released you.
âi hope your dad likes meâŠâ you murmured, looking down at your hands and fiddling with the hem of your top.
âhe will.â he pushed gently. âtrust me please.â
megumi lifted his hand and ran an affectionate thumb over your little cheek, face blank. âiâm more worried about gojo than iâm worried about you.â
âreally?â you tilted your head. âhow come gumi?â
âbecause heâs insane.â he responded bluntly, and your mouth flew open as he let his hand fall and settle over your thigh.Â
âwhatâ heâs your dadâ what do you meanââ
he shrugged a little, but you could tell he was apprehensive.
âhe can be a bit much sâall.âÂ
stuffing his keys into his pocket, megumi opened the door and stepped out, smoothly jogging over to the other side and opening yours as you gave him a cute smile in return, hopping out.
walking up the steps of gojoâs driveway felt like you were stepping into the gates of mount fucking olympusâ his house ginormous and elegant with the biggest lawn you had ever seen, intricate gold arrangements running across his front double doors as you approached, all that had you completely in awe and astonished and thankful over the place that megumi grew up inâ knowing that without this upbringing he wouldnât be doing what he was giftedly doing now on baseball fields across the country.
he reached and pushed the doorbell, a grandeous chime ringing through the air as you nervously bounced on your feet holding the little treats you brought for his dad, megumi looking at you from the side and giving you a little reassuring squeeze through your interlocked fingers, easing your jitters a bit.
the doors swung open thenâ dramatically and flashy as a tall fluffy white haired man stood in the middle with his arms out, his striking blue eyes and significant smile making you freeze in place.
he was respectfully kind of handsome⊠anybody with eyes could probably see that. and you wanted nothing more at that moment than for him to think highly of you and like you just as much as you already did himâ for anyone who took megumi under his wing and raised a man that was as gentle and kind as he was, was worth knowing.
âmeguuumiiii!â
âoh godââ
gojo threw his long arms around his shoulders and mushed a cheek up against megumiâs head, rubbing it endearingly from side to side as he gushed and cooed.
âaw my son my son my son! itâs been too long so longââ
âi saw you last week.â megumi grumbled as he tried to push him off, gojoâs grip only tightening in response.
he gasped. ânonsense! i hardly remember.â
and you giggled, gojoâs eyes snapping to yours then and widening as he practically shoved megumi off and stretched his arms out for you.
âand you!â he pulled you in and squished you up against his chest. âyouâre the one who melted megumiâs cold dark treacherous mean heart you sweet tiny thingââ
âgojo let her go.â
ââsuch grace such talent how did you get him to start being nice?! i saw it on the mlb networkââ
âsatoru.â
âi canât even get him to tell me that he loves me heâs an ungrateful little bratââ
megumi quickly stepped around and snaked his arms around your waistâ pulling and yanking as gently as he possibly could but finding it difficult seeing as his dad was being fucking mental towards you, the both of them bickering and literally wrestling as you tugged and swayed limply in between.
âoff. now.â
âmegumi release her youâre throwing around your wifeââ
âyouâre squishing her getâ off!â
a little oven ping made gojo stand upright, an eager excited expression on his face as he quickly let you go, took the treats you brought with a thank you, and started skipping inside the houseâ megumi catching you as you stumbled back a little with gojoâs voice gradually fading from your ears.
âyou guys come in come in! i wanna show you something i just bought its international meaning not from hereââ
megumi groaned and slumped his forehead to rest on your shoulder, your back to him as he held your waist a bit tighter⊠and you really couldnât help but giggle a little at their theatrics, craning your head in attempts at getting his attention.
âwhatâs wrong?â you asked softly, trying to wiggle your body around to face him but his grip stubbornly preventing you from doing so.
ânothing.â
âare you lying?â
âyeah.â
you laughed. âtell me babyâŠâ
ââŠheâs gonna scare you away.â he mumbled.
âscare me away?â you huffed out a shocked laugh. âgumiâ with every passing day that weâre together i feel like iâm gonna scare you away.â
he snorted and shook his head at your stupid statement, finally lifting himself up as you took advantage of the opportunity and turned around, giving him a comforting smile.
âi like him!â you beamed. âheâs funny, and he gave me a hug! thatâs a good sign is it not? he doesnât hate my guts yet right?â
megumi gave you a look. âhe wonât ever.â
âwe donât know thatâŠâ you muttered, letting megumi interlace your fingers and pull you inside the house. âi havenât started talking his ear off about the atrocious sandwich i had this morningââ
you looked at him. âyou know the one i let you try back at theââ
ââohh thatâs right.â he tilted his head in thought. âit was pretty bad though it was dry..â
âright?! they didnât even put mayo in it and i love mayo or something at least moreââ you froze. âfuck! baby see?!â
megumi chuckled and caressed the back of your hand with his thumb. âsee what?â
âsee what.â you muttered with pursed lips, eyes to the floor. âyou indulge my yapping gumi and thatâs bad.â
âbecause i like it.â
âdo you also like it when i get on top andââ
âoh my godââ
âtaadaa!â
gojoâs arms were stretched out in the spacious enormous living room that was probably bigger than your own freaking house combinedâ long grey lounge sofas along the center over marble flooring and a modernized coal fireplace behind him, all adorned with a glittery gold chandelier shining beautifully from the ceiling like a stunning halo.
âmy new installment.â he smiled cheesily. âmy pride and joy.â
âyou bought⊠a chandelier.â megumi mumbled.
âmhm! sure did!â
âwhy.â
âto keep me company.â
âto keepââ
âmegumi if you donât want me to be happy you can just admit that this is a safe spaceââ
you quickly slapped a hand over your mouth to suppress your laugh, gojo giving you a little grin before turning his attention back to a grumbling megumi.
âevery time i come here youâve spent money on dumb shit.â
you gasped. âgumi!ââ
âoh itâs okay sweetheart donât worry.â he crossed his arms. âiâm used to his abuse.â
âdonât tell her that.â he looked to you. âheâs being dramatic okayââ
âam not!â gojo pointed a finger. âheâs lying! come âere y/n let me explainââ
âno.â
megumi tightened his hand around your interlocked fingers, mumbling. âcan we just get on with dinner please.â
and his dad perked up with a big smile. âoh thatâs right!â
gojo happily paved the way through the house, rambling about the various layers of his chandelier and how each crystal was imported from the âlabyrinths of italyâ (as he put it), you trying your absolute best to listen and respond politely, but having a hard time seeing as you felt like a dark black misty fog was swirling around megumi that shot a chill up your spine, his head down to the floor as you eyed him worriedly.
you stoop up on your tippy toes and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, his gaze flickering to yours then and he weakly flashed you a wary tiny smile.
âsâokay gumi!â you whispered cutely, reaching and running your fingers lovingly through his hair with your unoccupied hand. âeverything is going great, donât stress.â
âare you okay?â he murmured, and you nodded rapidly, dropping your arm.
âof course i am!â you spoke gently. âiâm worried about you though.â
âmâfine.â he shook his head, squeezing your hand. âiâm fine if youâre fine.â
unbeknownst to you, gojo didnât miss the little chatter that was going on behind him with your endearing words, and he smiled softly to himselfâ your interaction and the way you spoke to each other slightly lifting a brooding weight from his chest that had been there since megumi was a teen.
upon arriving at the dining room, both you and megumiâs eyes widened as they looked over the mass amounts of various dinner foods lined neatly across the center, all of which strongly resembled a stereotypical thanksgiving feast as the platters glistened and shined with various juices and cooking oils.
âyou made this much food knowing it was just us three?â megumi mumbled.
gojo quickly nodded his head. âuh huh!â
âand did you actually make it?â
âuh huh!â
megumi gave him an annoyed look. âdid you?â
ânuh uh!â
megumiâs shoulders slumped and he covered his eyes in disappointment, lips pulled into a thin line as you giggled to yourself.
âi still think it looks great!â you replied sweetly. âdo you need help setting up the table? i can go grabââ
âoh no! god no you sit.â he grinned. âmegumi can do it.â
âbut iââ
megumi scooched a chair out and gently pulled you to sit, pushing it in as you did before wordlessly disappearing behind a wall into the kitchen to do as he was told, a slow sneaky little grin spreading across gojoâs face as he watched.
quickly, he slammed his hands flat on the table and looked at you with big excited eyes as you stiffened, alarm crossing your face as you fidgeted and squirmed under his stare.
âwho said i love you first? who kissed who first? who confessed first? have you guys done the freaky freak yetââ
you choked on your spit as your cheeks blazed at his last question, trying to come up with a proper answer to all of them but only stammering nervously as he kept throwing questions at you.
âoh! wellâ well heâ and iââ
âwho initiated the freaky freakââ
âgojo.â
your heads snapped to a disgusted megumi with pinched brows, his hands occupied with dark blue porcelain stacked plates, silverware, and napkins.
âwhat the hell are you asking herââ
âwhat?! you wonât tell me and she was just about to! havenât i raised you to wait until a conversation between two people is finished before butting in-â
âlooked more like harassment.â he mumbled as he placed the shiny plates and silverware down in front of each of you, you laughing cutely at his comment and megumi shooting you a small smile.
gojo gasped.Â
âhow dare you?! i would never do such a thing to your precious little girlfriend!â his eyes snapped to yours, a pleading puppy dog look on his face. âyou know that right?â
you giggled and nodded quickly, waving him off reassuringly. âitâs okay! really i donât mind anything at all.â
âsee!â gojo spat. âshe accepts me.â
âyouâre lucky she does.â megumi countered, coming around and sitting down on the chair next to you, scooting up before placing a soft hand over your thigh under the table.
megumi was suffering on the inside over gojoâs behavior and completely fucking embarrassed that you had to see him act this way, though he honestly should have expected itâ him unknowingly growing pretty immune to his sporadic antics since he had been around gojo for the majority of his life.Â
and that was a mistake, because having you here was like someone dunked his entire body with a bucket of chilling ice cold water to wake him the fuck up and make him see that gojo was, in factâ still insane.
but you seemed to be just fine⊠chatting back and forth with gojo about various topics as you both bounced off of several different things without even finishing the prior subject, megumi easing now that it looked like you werenât worried sick over his dad loving you or not, him already knowing from the start he was going to.
and the food was inexplicably delicious as you ate, gojo revealing to you that he had personal private chefs come in to prepare the bundle of dishes for the both of you to eat for tonightâs dinnerâ him expressing that if he had cooked himself, his newly bought chandelier wouldâve somehow came crashing down and he wouldâve for some reason died along with it.
âand what do you do?â gojo beamed. âdo you work?â
âi go to school!â you responded politely. âitâs about fifteen minutes from his stadium actually.â
he gasped. âmegumi! you snatched an educated woman! has he taken the time to visit you on campus?â
âoh yes of course!â you nodded. âhe picks me up for my morning lectures and takes me everyday, and then i go to his practices and games after my classes.â
âoh my god.â he slapped his hands over his eyes and hunched over. âa healthy beautiful balanced relationship oh what a blessing what a gift what a-â
gojo stopped, his head snapping back up and looking at you both from across the table.
âhave you guys gone on a trip together yet?â
you both shook your heads confusedly.
âhaahh?!â he shot megumi a glare. âwhy havenât you taken her out on a vacation yet? is this how you show y/n your appreciation for her? with all of your mlb money? thisâ this canât beââ
ânâno!â you stammered, placing a hand on megumiâs shoulder. âitâs okay! he does too much for me way too much i always feel appreciated that isnât necessaryââ
ââwhat her and i do is none of your businessââ
âyes it is!â he cut megumi off. âthe woman is a beauty do you really think nobody else wants her?! take her to a damn nba game see what happensââ
âdo you think iâm not awareââ
âi got it!â
gojo shot up with his index finger pointing up dramatically, wiggling it with a shining smile.
âletâs all go on a trip and take a gander at nature!â
âhuh?â megumiâs eyes narrowed. âa tripâ natureââ
âyup!â he nodded. âi went to a place back in my youth in the middle of the woods that had the clearest, bluest, waterfall lake thing i had ever swam in. its perfect! us three can be one with the tidesââ
âno.â
ââŠgumi we should.â you spoke sweetly and quietly, nudging his shoulder a little. âhe wants to spend time with us⊠with you especially.â
he looked at you then with a strained expressionâ the idea of going on a trip with an erratic gojo sounding like something straight out of the pits of hellâŠÂ but you wanted to.Â
and megumi could never say no to you.
âjust us three?â he mumbled, eyes drifting back his dad.
âi have an even better ideaââ
gojo sped away from the dining table and over to the large marble counter top island that sat in the middle of the kitchen, him pulling out his laptop from a random drawer and opening it up. âyuji and his girlfriend should come too! itâll be like a best friendâs trip! they can come over right now eat dinner all of you sleepover and then we leave tomorrow morningââ
you gasped excitedly, megumi eyeing your beaming hopeful smile at the mention of your best friend and yuji potentially coming, his heart and face softening at the way your pleading doe eyes looked at him.
âcan we gumi?â you asked hopefully as gojo continued to babble on and click away on his laptop. âitâitâs okay if you donât, really. i donât ever want to do something you donât want to do.â
âyou wanna go?â he murmured, reaching up to pat over and caress the top of your head.
you looked at him shyly, gnawing at your bottom lip. âyeah⊠it sounds really fun and i love the idea of going somewhere with you like that⊠andâ and my best friend would be there too with yuji! if they decide to comeâŠâ
megumi hummed, his hand coming down to poke your pink cheek with his index finger softly before leaning and pressing a kiss to your lips.
âsâokay.â he nodded. âwe can go.â
âreally?!â you gushed. âare you sure?â
âof course pretty baby.â
you squealed and cupped his face, bringing him down as you peppered kisses all over his mushed up cheeks as he laughed.
âthank you thank you thank youââ
ââbook for two nights leave in the morning possibly italy nextâ okay done!â
gojo proudly stood back with his hands on his hips, smiling at his laptop before his eyes came back up to the both of you, you releasing megumiâs face.
âalready?â you gushed.
âuh huh!â he skipped over to the table. âwe leave tomorrow morning together, drive up the mountains, we get to the air bnb that night, sleep, wake up the next morning and hike up through the national park until we get to the waterfall, swim, go back to the air bnb when weâre done, and then we leave the following morning!â
you and gojo stood and cheered happily while jumping up and down, megumi calmly sitting back and huffing out a breath through his nose.
âdo you even know if yuji and her best friend can go?â he spoke. âhave you asked?â
you both stopped.
âno but iâll ask right now!ââ gojo dashed out of the dining room and down the hall, his fast footsteps echoing through the house as megumi rolled his eyes.
they said yes.
ây/nnnn!â
the minute your girl friend and yuji stepped through the front doors, you ran with open arms as you threw yourself on them and jumped up and down excitedly, megumi watching with amused eyes as the three of you chanted and bounced like little kids.
âtrip! trip! trip! trip!â
âoh heeeyyy! good to see you both again.â gojo greeted, yuji and your girl friend immediately throwing themselves on him and jumping up and down again.
âthank you for this all inclusive trip you rich rich man!ââ your best friend cried as yuji butt in.Â
ââyes! thank you satoru youâre a gift youâre a saintââ
âyouâre the hottest dilf i know!ââ
âoh nonsense!â gojo waved them off cheekily, putting on a show of faux nonchalance. âiâm just coming for parental supervision you guys have earned this.â
you all spent the rest of the night together playing board games in the living room and watching movies in gojoâs home movie theatre, you and your best friend laughing from time to time at megumiâs constant bickering with his dad and yujiâs lovesick devotion to gojoâ all of which thatâs been there since megumi and yuji were in high school.
and you were having the best time youâve ever had in your fucking life as you snuggled up with megumi on his lap while watching movies, surrounded by the people you loved most in the entire world while you all laughed and ate and basically did whatever the fuck you all wantedâ your tummyâs hurting from scarfing down packs of gummy worms and leftover food from dinner.
âoh! oh! letâs watch human earthworm four now!â yuji jumped, pointing at the big screen.
âaw no! that oneâs gross babe!â your girlfriend whined. âyouâve made me watch it like a million times alreadyyy.â
âbut megumi and y/n havenât seen it!â
âyes i have.â megumi cut in.
ây/n hasnât seen it!â
âno! iâm trying to save her eyes from that wretched movieââ she craned her neck to look at you from her seat. âitâs good but itâs bad y/n.. i couldnât sleep for three days straight after.â
you giggled and sleepily fixed the fluffy throw blanket that was over you and megumi, him finishing the job off for you and readjusting himself so you could get more comfortable on his lap, you enveloped entirely in his warm arms while gojo snored away somewhere in his seat.
âmâokay with anything!â you spoke, your boyfriend picking up on the tiny sleepy slur in your voice.
âokay so human earthworm fourââ
ââno! please! i thought you loved me!ââ
âi do! but human earthworm four!ââ
âwe should go to sleep baby.â megumi murmured in your ear as they went back and forth, and you shook your head.
ânuh uh.â
âcâmon.â
megumi started shifting, and you quickly tightened your arms around his neck and pulled him back.
âno iâm awake iâm awake.â you mumbled. âi wanna stay.â
âitâs already late though...â he gently reasoned. âi can feel you falling asleep.â
he smiled softly when you shook your little head again with fluttering sleepy lashes, him pressing a soft baby kiss to your nose before tugging an arm underneath your legs and the other over your back before standing, pulling you up and carrying you.
âweâre gonna go sleep.â megumi announced to the other two, and their heads turned.
âaw yuji look! heâs carrying her like a little brideââ
âaw niceee megumiii!ââ
âgod.â he muttered, readjusting his grip a little before turning and leaving the theatre, you already fast asleep as he carried you down various dark hallways before reaching the main grand staircase area, the beaming moonlight seeping through the giant windows as they illuminated the same familiar path he used to walk many times before since the age of six, but having an entirely different outlook on it now that you were there on the same path with him.
gojo had his personal assistant drive you and megumi sometime in the night beforehand to get your suitcases for the trip and pack your things, megumi now finding them neatly in the corner of his childhood bedroom as he entered, pleased to see that it was nearly left untouched since the day he moved out.
you stirred in his arms, your mind almost sensing that you were in his room as your eyes opened and slowly scanned their surroundings, a little gasp escaping your lips.
âis this your room gumi?â you spoke softly.
âmhm.â
âoh!â you wiggled and he gently set you down, you pulling the blanket over your shoulders as you looked around.
his room was huge, or at least bigger than the normal average room would normally be, and it was soâŠÂ him. black bed sheets and black furniture, gray carpeting with a big gray desk chair neatly tucked in, a tall bookcase that held a combination of various philosophical books and manga all shuffled together, and a big bulletin board nailed to a wall that had push pinned photos scattered about.
you perked up, curious as you walked over to the board to get a closer look at each photograph, smiling when you spotted many of megumi and yuji playing for their baseball team in high school, pictures of the field or a glove holding a ball, and several others of megumi serious in his uniform next to a big grinned gojo.Â
âgojo made it and hung it on the wall.â he spoke softly. âsaid my room lacked feeling or something like that.â
âi love itâŠâ you murmured. âyou look so cute in these gumi.â
you leaned and looked closer at one of the photosâ it entailing megumi who looked to be maybe seven or eight, and a very young looking gojo with an arm swung over his little shoulders, the both of them throwing a peace sign.
you lifted your hand and gently ran your index finger over the glossy photograph, your eyes softening.
âis this when he took you in?â
megumi walked up and bent down a bit to get a better look.
âyeah. it had only been a year or two i think.â
you nodded in understanding, and as your hand fell to rest on your side, your gaze caught another photoâ
a photo of you.
one that megumi took on one of your night outs except you were completely unaware to the fact that he did until this very momentâ your eyes trained to the mirror visor in his car while applying lip gloss in the photo, you wearing his black leather jacket with a denim skirt on.
pointing, you looked behind you at megumi.
âitâs me.â
he nodded.
âdid gojo pin this here?â
âno.â he shook his head. âi did.â
your eyes widened as your head turned back to the photo, your cheeks burning up.Â
âi pinned it there when i came to visit him after we hung out that day.â he murmured. âsâmy favorite.â
you swallowed, your heart hammering in your chest.
âhow come itâs your favorite?â
his eyes stayed glued to the picture.
âbecause you look beautiful.â he answered. âand because youâre in my car. in my jacket. and with me.â
you felt your smile grow as you looked up at him, your entire body fuzzing and tingling over as he looked back down at you, both of your cheeks a vibrant pink under the dark moonlight.
âi love you.â he spoke softly.
your eyes softened, arms coming up to wrap around his neck and pull his forehead to yours as he reciprocated and held you, an emotional lump building in your throat at his genuine beautiful wordsâ words that may be short and simple to others, but everything to you because it was megumi.
âi love you too, gumi.â you gently pecked his lips. âso much.â
and he smiled.
a full closed lipped one as he tightened his grip around your waist and lifted you up off the floor, carrying you over to his bed and delicately laying you down as he kissed you again and again, his cold hands slipping underneath your shirt to rest tenderly on the bare skin of your torso.
megumi pulled back to look at you, his eyes unexpectedly widening at the sight of you spread out underneath him like you were, with your gorgeous hair sprawled out and your pinky cheeked face looking up at him timidly while on his childhood bed, a sight he oddly didnât expect himself to get hard as a fucking rock over.
âwhat baby?â you whispered.
he shook his head and pecked your lips before helping you sit up, walking over to his suitcase after and unzipping it open to reveal his tidy folded up clothing, him rummaging through it for a little before pulling out what you recognized to be one of his big gray sleep shirts.
âyou wanna wear this to bed?â he asked you, holding it up.
you nodded happily, holding your hands up for him to throw and catching it once he did, you immediately stripping down with no fucks given to nothing but your black panties as you slipped the shirt on over your head and untucked your hair from underneath, loving that it smelled like him.
you both proceeded to do your little night routines that you did whenever you slept over at his place, and after you washed your face, brushed your teeth and applied a little moisturizer in his personal bathroom, you flicked off the light and jumped into bed with a waiting megumi, his arms immediately coming around over your waist and pulling your back to his bare chest as you both got comfortable.
but after a few minutes of silenceâ
megumi was still fucking hard.
and he was actually way worse than before, since now you were in his shirt and the only thing you had underneath was a pair of panties with no bra on, your juicy tits just inches from his grubby hands as they itched and burned to grope them in the rudest way possible.
and he wondered what it would be like to fuck you dumb on his childhood bed.
but he couldnât. you were previously tired and sleepy and he wanted to respect that, concluding now that you were probably already drifting off as your breathing evened out over the soft murmur of the wind outside, your face heavenly against the moonlight through his gigantic window next to his bed.Â
amidst the whirling of his horny perverted brain as he tried to calm his thoughts and let you sleep, he was already unknowingly grinding his hard dick against the fat of your ass, his shirt on you riding up as he did until he was fully rutting against your bare yummy cheek.
he tightened his grip around you and buried his nose into your hair, inhaling and squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to will himself to fucking stop and just let you sleep, but cursing under his breath when he felt you shift and lift your head a little.
âgumi?â you mumbled sleepily. âwhat are you doing..?â
ânothing.â he spoke into your hair. âgo to sleep pretty baby.â
you sighed deeply and closed your eyes again, but it only took megumi an entire sixty seconds before he started grinding his dick on your ass again.
and you were wide awake at this point, the ache in between your legs severe as he mindlessly panted and grunted softly against your earâ delicious hot fucking noises that riled you up and had you grinding your ass back into him, feeling his pajama clad big solid dick against your skin.
he breathed in a sharp breath through his nose when he felt you do it, burying his face even further into your soft hair as he rutted on you harder this time, more forceful as he groaned and shoved a hand down your panties.
you gasped and looked down, his skilled fingers already working you so good and spreading your juices all over your clit and folds as your hips bucked up against his digits, his hips still grinding desperately on your ass as he pressed sloppy wet kisses over the side of your cheek.
âg-gumiââ you whined.
âhm?â
he slipped and pumped a finger inside you and you whimpered.
âwe canâtâ we canât go past this okay i donât want your dad or anyone else to hear us.â
âwe canât?â
megumi slipped his hands out of your panties as you turned around to look at him, your eyes widening at the way he stuck his tongue out and pressed his arousal covered middle and ring finger flat on it, licking and sucking on it lewdly with an open mouth as he looked at you with half lidded eyes.
ânâno.â you gulped, your pussy feeling pathetically empty as it craved and meowed for megumiâs cock even though you just told him a lying no, wanting nothing more than for him to throw you around and make you cry but horrified over the thought of everybody else in the house hearing.
âno?â
he shifted on top of you and in between your legs, your breath hitching as you watched him grab the hem of your shirt and slowly pull up until he hit the lower fat of your tits just below your nipples, his bottom lip pulled into his teeth as he tugged the rest of it up and groaned over the way your tits spilled out of his shirt, megumi already starting to grind his cock against your pussy again.
âholy fuck.â he mumbled, dazed eyes trained to the way your boobs bounced with every hump he made, his mouth and hands quickly coming down to squish your tits and drag his tongue over your perked up nipples, wasting no time at all in slobbering and sucking all over them as you moaned and whimpered at the feeling of his wet hot tongue all over your tits, your fingers gripping the bedsheets beneath you.
he released your nipple with a pop and leaned back, his fingers hooking underneath the straps of your panties and pulling them down before he tossed them somewhere in his roomâ followed by his pajamas and boxers.
âbut i miss you baby..â he mumbled, rubbing the length of his cock between your wet warm folds. âmiss you and the way your pussy sucks up my dickâŠâ
you whined, your hips jerking with each rub that his tip made against your clit as it slipped up and down, your shaky fingers suddenly encircling around his cock and pumping it for him, megumi moaning as you did and your lashes fluttering at the sounds of his pre cum covered dick squelching against each yank of your wrist.
âiâll go slow hm?âŠâ he fucked himself into your hand, breathless. âand weâll just⊠weâll just be quietâŠâ
you bit your bottom lip, squeaking at the way his tip would nudge up against your little hole as he moved.Â
âsâslow okay?â you whispered and guided his cock down to your entrance, megumi immediately lining himself up and pushing his big dick in slowly as you squirmed underneath him. âgoâ go slow i donât want them to hearââ
âiâll go slow pretty baby donât worry.â he murmured, caressing his thumbs over your tummy as he pumped himself inside little by little, his body shivering in delight over the way you screwed your eyes shut and twitched as you tried to take all of him, licking your lips once he was fully in as he gently started pumping his dick in your puffy cunt.
but megumi was a fucking liar.
because it only took a total of five minutes for megumi to start pounding into your little pussy like a rabid beast, his hands clutching the beds headboard in front of him as his mattress squeaked and hit against the wall violently, you choking and gasping at every drilling slam of his hips.
âhah!â gumi!â you hiccuped. âsâslow downnn pleeaasee theyâre gonna wake up!ââ
âwho fucking cares.â he grunted, one of his hands letting go of the headboard and grabbing a fistful of your tits as his eyes screwed shut in pure nasty ecstasy, your tight tight pussy drinking and slurping him up as he slammed against you, your body bouncing with every thrust.
âbutâbut you saaiidd!ââ
you squealed as he fucked you harder and leaned down to bite your red hot cheek.
âhow about you take what i give you yeah?â
you moaned pornographically loud, the way he was being extra mean doing a number on you as he nastily licked a long soothing stripe over where he bit you on your cheek, his lips coming down to hover directly over your ear as he placed a hand over your mouth, muffling your whines.
âshhhââ pant! âbaby not so loudââ
âmmm!â
you breathed heavily through your nose as he rammed you, him hating the way he couldnât openly hear your sweet moans anymore as he opted to moving his hand away and turning your face with his fingers, lips to his ear.
âjust moan in my earââ he choked. âmoan please.â
âgoddddd gumi you always fuck me so goodââ
âyeah?â pat pat patâ âyou like it when i fuck you like this pretty baby?â
hic! âuh huh!â
âshitââ he shoved his face into the side of your hair and hovered his lips over your ear. âand only me right? not gonna let any other low life fucking loser in your life anywhere near you when you have me right?â
ânânever!â you hiccuped. âonly you i donât ever want anyâ hah!â anyone else againââ
you practically screamed as you unexpectedly came all over his dick, your gushy walls spazzing around it as your pussy squelched out warm liquid, your squirt covering megumiâs lower tummy and sheets.
âattaaa girllll.â he groaned, quickly coming up and letting go of the headboard as he gripped your bruised waist with his hands, him throwing his head back and heaving as he fucked you sensitive on his cock with his balls begging for release that megumi was more than happy to giveâ you gasping at the way he quickly slipped his dick out from inside you and jerked himself off violently for literally a second before he came all over your tummy and pussy with a loud moan, coating all of you in his gooey release.
âfuuucckk.â he breathed out, his body shaking as he slowly pumped and milked out the last few drops of his cum with a strong grip on your thigh, you completely and utterly fucked out and dazed at the way he used you just the way you liked it, him slowly running his softening dick over your cum covered pussy and in between your folds as you twitched at the sensitivityâ spreading it around as you both tried to catch your breaths.
âyou okay?â his hands came up and gently brushed some of your hair away from your face, you nodding ditzy and red cheeked as he tucked a few strands behind your ears and kissed your forehead lovingly.
âstay here.â he murmured as he moved and got off the bed, your eyes closing but opening again after a minute once you felt him in between your thighs with his fucking phone out pointing at you.
âgumiii!â you whined and laughed. âwhy are you taking a picture?â
he shrugged, but peered up at you with a little knowing smile on his face. âto pin on the board.â
your eyes blew open in terror as you watched the flash go off and him place his phone back on his nightstand after, you frantically shaking your head.
âyou canât! baby your dad is gonna see it you canât!ââ
he cutely laughed as he got up again and went inside his bathroom, coming back in with a little hand towel before opening your legs gently and cleaning you up, tossing it across the room in his hamper then before laying down next to you and pulling your body to his, the both of you entangling with each other as megumi pulled the covers over.
âiâll keep it in my wallet then.â
âno! gumi!ââ
the following morning, all of you got up bright and early to shower, get ready, and finalize your packing as you hauled various suitcases down the grand staircase (yuji literally throwing his down and crying when it popped open halfway with his clothes spilling out) and all eventually climbed inside a big fat luxury shiny van that gojo personally rented for the trip.
âwow satoru!â your best friend gushed. âeven the seats are so lush! and they have screens with movies look yuji look!â
âoh my god i see human earthworm fourââ
âno!â
gojo smiled big through the rear view mirror at you all as he made various erratic dangerous turns and lane changes while out on the road, megumi gripping you and his seat for dear life whenever he sharply swerved and cut somebody off with their horn blaring.
âgojo you are going to kill usââ
âoh hush megumi! i was about to miss the exit i had to do what daddy had to doââ
âdonât ever call yourself that ever againââ
âdaddy gojo! daddy gojo! daddy gojo!â
your best friend and yuji bounced around and chanted from the back in their seats, megumi groaning and stuffing his face into your neck as you laughed and ruffled up his soft black hair, giving him a comforting kiss to the top of his head.
the four hour drive there was filled with a mix of yuji and gojo yelling and excited about every single wildlife animal they saw run in front of the van, you and your best friend chattering about all the pictures you were gonna take and how they had to be candid or else you were both drowning yourselves in the lake, and megumi still bickering with his dad about his driving and his lack of awareness for the road.
âoh! gumi gumi!â you shoved your hand inside your bag of gummy worms and pulled one out. âletâs do the thing! the lady and the tramp thing itâll be cuteee!â
âthe what?â he watched you as you plopped one end of the gummy worm in your mouth and puckered up the other side, ushering him to take it as he huffed an amused breath through his nose and leaned forward, biting the other end before you both moved closer along the sugary worm until your lips connected together.
a click of a camera made you both quickly spring apart, a mischevious looking yuji and your best friend with their phones out snickering from above the backrest of your seat.
âup to nasty activities again we see?â yuji wiggled his eyebrows.
âagain?!â you gawked. âwhatâ what do you meanâ whenââ
âmegguuumiiiâŠâ your best friend dragged. âi knew you were freaky but i didnât know you were this freakyâŠâ
he froze, eyes wide.
âi have no idea what youâre talking about!â you quickly sputtered. âabsolutely no ideaâ nuh uh gumi do you know?â
ânope.â
âyeah me neitherââ
âyou sure?â your girl friend quirked a brow. âpretty sure it sounded something like âgod gumi you always fuck me so goodâââ
yuji cut in. âââonly me right? not gonna let any other loser anywhereâââ
you both jumped over the backrests and lunged at the both of them, all of you screaming and yelling as you quickly covered over your best friends mouth and megumi wrestled with yuji to get the two of them to shut the fuck up, gojo craning and leaning over to get a look from the drivers seat at what was going on.
âif you love me youâll stop!â you screamed. âand youâll let me brainwash you and condition you into forgetting everything you heard last nightââ
âbut itâs funny!ââ
âchildren! youâre shaking the van whatâs going on back there?â gojo called from the front.
âitâs shaking because youâre going ninety miles per hour and swerving.â megumi spat over his shoulder as he had yuji in an arm lock.Â
âplease! spare me!â yuji gasped. âwe play baseball together man! we won the world series like seven months ago please let me bask in the glory a little while longerââ
megumi rolled his eyes and let him go, silently walking over and wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you off of your best friend as you kicked and yelled, your girl friend cackling and pointing at you as your boyfriend dragged you back to your previous seats.
you huffed and crossed your arms as he set you down, megumi biting hard on his tongue to refrain himself from laughing.
âiâm putting you on a sex ban.â you muttered.
he let a laugh slip out as he leaned over to look at your face, you looking to the side defiantly.
âa sex ban?â he repeated. âfor what?â
âfor being bad.â
he reached over and pinched your cheek softly. âand what did i do?â
âyou bewitched me last night with your big dick and handsome face and told me we would be quiet and slow and you lied to me.â
megumi snickered as he pulled you over to his chest by your shoulders in a hug, squishing his cheek up against yours.
âmâsorry.â he mumbled. âiâll make it up to you.â
you grunted in response and he chuckled.
âiâll let you steal the greece magnet from the cafe.â
you shot up like a light with wide eyes and the biggest smile he had ever seen over something so simple as a magnetâ and his heart softened.
âreally? really?! you mean it?!â
he looked at you with a tiny smile and nodded.
âsuddenly the sex banâs been lifted there was never such a thing i donât even remember when i said that i donât know what youâre talking aboutââ
at some point during the trip you all knocked out dead asleep for a couple of hours, gojo chugging literally five energy drinks in one sitting to keep himself awake (even though you all offered to drive, him refusing) until you finally arrived at the cabin air bnb in the middle of the nightâ gojo taking advantage and snapping pictures of all of your sleeping faces and cooing before gently waking you up.
gojo truly went over the top and rented the biggest fucking cabin any of you had ever seen, a gorgeous one that sat on top of a hill and overlooked the stunning views of the national park and over other dimly lit cabins below, the subject of light pollution completely nonexistent as the constellations twinkled with pride.
the men carried in the suitcases while you and your best friend frantically tried to capture the stars through your the cameras on your phones, whining when it just didnât look the same as in person and you slapping a hand over your forehead once you realized you forgot your digital camera at home like always.
âwhat do we think my kids?!â gojo exclaimed with his arms out as he spun around in the main living room. âexquisite? tranquil? yummy?â
âyummy!â you all exclaimed and jumped on gojo once you came in the house, megumi staring with his arms crossed as the three of you squeezed and rubbed your cheeks over his dad comically.
âand what is satoru gojo for? hmmm? to live lavish!â
âor almost run us off the cliff.â megumi muttered, grabbing yours and his suitcase before walking up the stairs to claim a room.
the rest of you eventually went up to your respective rooms, exhausted from being in the van for freaking four hours and needing to rest up for the hike tomorrow morning, eager to see and swim in the big glorious lake gojo couldnât stop talking about since the moment he booked the trip.
ânow donât be shy tonight y/n!â your best friend called from down the hall just as you were about to go inside your room to join megumi. âif you guys want to get freaky again donât mind us! especially you megumi!â
you quickly ran inside your room and grabbed a pillow, poking your head out and chucking it at her and laughing when you actually managed to land it on her face, her running down the hall to throw it back but you slamming the door and locking it in her face just in time.
âwhat is happening.â megumi mumbled, stirring around in the bed to face you, his sleepy eyes drooping.
ânothing baby.â you smiled softly, the wood creaking beneath your feet as you walked over to his outstretched arm and climbed into bed with him, the both of you snuggling up under the covers and sharing sweet sleepy kisses with your body heats combating the cold roomâ a sliver of moonlight peeking through the wide windows on the other end as you the two of you fell fast asleep with no sign of struggle.
the next morning, you all changed into your hiking attire and packed your bathing suits, gojo bouncing off the walls and excited that he was finally going to revisit the place heâd been wanting to go to since the last time he wentâ the rest of you eagerly gushing and giddy over the thought of the grand waterfall and lake and big rocks that yuji wanted to cannonball off of.
gojo informed you all that the hike should only take about thirty minutes with no setbacks, and once you were outside and following the set trail along the parameters of the national park, it had only been about fifteen minutes in until someone started complaining (gojo).
the sun was blazing but nothing that wasnât unmanageableâ the cool breeze and shade from the giant sequoia trees making up for the slightly stinging heat as you walked hand in hand with megumi, tight interlaced fingers as you both enjoyed the quiet air and the soft occasional chirping of birds, jumping over various rocks and logs along your journey as you happily spoke to megumi about anything that came to your little mind, him contently listening and nodding and loving everything you had to say to him, always.
âoh! look gumi!â you whispered, pointing to a tiny deer from across the pond to your left. âitâs a baby!â
âwhere?â he crouched down to your level to try and match his line of sight with yours, the corners of his lips softly turning upwards once he spotted the deer sniffing a pile of grass and taking little nibbles out of it.
âsâcute.â he murmured. âwhereâs the mom though? baby deers usually arenât seperated from theirââ
âheeeelppp! heeelppp meeeee!â
you all jumped and spun around to be met with a hunched over gojo in a fit of tears, his body trembling as you saw what you now realized to be the mother of the baby deer, chewing mindlessly on the hem of gojoâs shirt.
âiâm dying! iâm dying! this is it!ââ
âcalm down.â megumi muttered, walking over to him and pulling you along halfway before separating his hand from yours and stepping closer.
âstop screaming and donât move. itâll probably move on if you stop freaking out.â
âmegumi do you study deers for a living?â yuji spoke up.
megumi gave him a deadpanned look.Â
âwe are in the mlb.â
âno i know!â he shrugged. âbut maybe on your downtime?â
âheâs freaky with y/n on his downtimeââ
âshuuushh!â you gasped and slapped a hand over your best friends mouth, your wide frantic eyes snapping to see if gojo heard but relief washing over you when you noticed he was still screaming and crying, oblivious.
âiâm sorry iâm sorry!â she muffled under your hand, laughing once you pulled away. âiâll stop iâm sorry babe. i love you.â
you playfully rolled your eyes and pulled her in for a hug, kissing her cheek with an exaggerated âmwahâ like youâve done ever since you both were in middle school, her reciprocating before you turned your attention back to a flailing gojo.
âgojo stop movingââ
âi canât megumi i canât! itâs gonna eat me up whole and alive and without mercyââ
âhow long ago was it that you came here?â you asked sweetly, walking up to stand next to megumi.
âuhâ i think i was maybe twenty⊠or twenty seven!.. or twenty threeâŠâ
âis it just like you remember?â you smiled. âi meanâ so far? the hike?â
âoh yeah even better!â he beamed. âthereâs actually a clear trail now for hikers.â
âyeah?â
âyeah! back then it was barely marked and rough everyone had to raw dog itââ
without him noticing, the deer slowly released his now soggy chewed up shirt and pranced away, no longer threatened by his jagged movements as gojo stopped them the minute you spoke to him.
ââbut i had a map and snacks and the park rangers on speed dial so i didnât really careââ
âgojo.â
megumi pointed and he stopped, his dad turning around to see the deer somewhere far off across the pond with its baby.
ây/n you saved me!â gojo jumped up and wrapped his arms around you, you giggling as he swung you around roughly before setting you back down with a grin on his face.Â
âthanks sweetheart.â
you gave him a cheeky thumbs up, and as the group continued along the trail, megumi reached over and gently ruffled your hair with a little smile of gratitude on his face, pressing a kiss to your forehead after.
âsatoru what were you even doing to the deer for it to do that?â
âi wanted to pet itââ
the rest of the trail was relatively easy, no more setbacks as you all basically kept gojo on a leash deeming his âwandering offâ rights revoked, the only annoying thing being the occasional bites from mosquitos and random bugs with you and your best friend running for your lives when the bigger ones buzzed past you, the end of your hike drawing near as the soft crashing waves of the waterfall were now in earshot.
âyou okay gumi?â you asked sweetly, pushing some of his spiky hair back from his forehead and wiping the sides of his slightly red face down a little with your hand towel, throwing it over your shoulder after and passing him your water flask. âdrink drink, you look a little red.â
âiâm fine.â he took the flask and kissed your head, chugging back some ice cold water as you walked. âjust hot.â
âfuck i know.â you huffed, taking the flask back once he was done and drinking a bit yourself before shoving it back into your backpack. âweâre almost there though! and the minute we get there we should jump off that big rock your dad mentioned! likeâ like you and me iâm not doing it by myself but if you do it with me then iâll be okay maybeââ
you paused and looked at him sheepishly. âcan you do it with me?â
he smiled softly and nodded, swinging an arm over your shoulder and caressing the skin of your upper arm. âi can baby.â
you cheered and skipped on excitedly, pulling megumi forward by the hand until you were caught up with the rest of the group.
as you talked on with yuji ahead about the next coming baseball events for their team, your best friend leaned closer to megumi with a hushed tone.
âhave you seen the bikini y/n brought?â she smirked. âehh?â
he looked at her blankly. ânot clearly.â
âi have.â she wiggled her eyebrows. âitâs a skimpy little number⊠i forced her to bring it. and itâs black your faveee.â
he huffed out a breath, appearing unbothered but his mind⊠curious.
âŠvery.
âthe bottoms are tied by the sidesâ easy accessâŠâ she wiggled her eyebrows. âand the top squishes her boobs up all nice and snug they look like pillowsââ
megumi stared straight down with burning pink cheeks and a tight jaw, shoving her away by the shoulder as she cackled.
âtry to keep your boner down once you see it megumi! i could barely even keep mine down sheeshââ
âi liked you better when you werenât talking.â
âand you should thank me by buying me a hot dog at your next game theyâre fucking expensive-â
âguys itâs here!â
gojo bounced up and down with his arms out, his back to you all as the four of you gasped at the size of the waterfall, incredibly fucking massive and beautiful as the crashing sounds of it meeting the lake below overpowered anything else, the water literally shimmering and gleaming and crystal clear blue against the summery sun as you all walked down, quickly claiming a spot and setting down your bags.
it was genuinely perfect, and you were so amazed that something like this existed without you even knowing about it until two days agoâ your eyes excitedly scanning your surroundings as you watched the people further up ahead splash and swim around and jump from the rocks.
as everybody else peeled off their hiking attire with their bathing suits underneath, megumi quietly eyed you from the side in his swim trunks as he folded up his clothes, shamefully waiting for you to reveal the skimpy bikini your best friend was blabbering on about.
ây/n hurryyyy!â your girl friend whined. âi wanna run in with you!â
âcoming coming!âÂ
you quickly grabbed the hem of your top and pulled it over your head, megumi sucking in a sharp breath and coughing at the way your tits jiggled out and the way your hips looked with the little tied bows on the side and the way your stunning hair fell over your shoulders and the way your thighsâ
âoh! whatâs wrong megumi?â your best friend gasped dramatically. âdo you need some water? here, y/n your flask is over thereââ
you bent down to grab it, your ass completely in his view as he roughly covered his mouth with strained eyebrows, pinky cheeks, and a pathetically solid dick under his swim shorts as you walked over and sweetly handed him the flask.
âhere gumi!â you chirped, faltering over his stiff body and covered mouth, tilting your head. âwhatâs wrong? are you okay?â
your best friend snickered and pointed at him from behind you as he glared, his eyes softening once they landed back on yours.
âmâokay baby.âÂ
he took the the flask from you and sipped a little before screwing the cap back on and setting it down next to his bag, you nodding and turning to walk over to your best friend, but stopping when megumiâs hand caught yours.
âwait.â he tugged your hand a little, his voice gentle. âcome here.â
you listened and walked closer to him, your pretty doe eyes looking up at him curiously as he softly cupped your cheeks and leaned down, pressing his lips delicately to yours for a moment before pulling away.
âyou look cute.ïżœïżœïżœ he mumbled, cheeks pink. âi like your bathing suit.â
you gave him a huge smile, your face gleaming as you leaned up on your tippy toes and pecked his nose. âthank you gumi! i was nervous about it but i got your favorite color!â
you stepped back and rotated side to side as your tied bows shifted, wanting to innocently show him the bikini but only accidentally riling him up even furtherâ the thought of submerging his entire body in the lake now to hide his boner an appetizing thought to him.
ây/n! you coming?â your best friend called, and you quickly nodded and ran over to her, taking her extended hand in yours and interlocking your fingers tightly.
âokay ready?!â she gushed.
âready!â
âoneâŠâ the two of you counted.
âtwoâŠâ
âthreeee!â
you both squealed and sprinted down, the wind whipping through your hair as you jumped in the cool lake together and laughed at the way droplets of water splashed across your faces, the surface reaching up just past your knees once you were a good distance from your resting spot.
âguys come in!â you yelled. âit feels really nice!â
you looked at megumi and waved him over, him walking down before making his way through the lake as yuji and gojo raced in.
âonward my second son!â gojo called, yuji giving him a piggy back ride as they splashed through the water but comically tripping and dunking themselves in once they reached you.
âaw man! my foot slipped on a rockâŠâ yuji mumbled as he shook water from his hair, your best friend laughing and kissing his cheek.
âitâs okay bud, at least you carried satoru all the way here with no issue!â
gojo gasped. âwhat are you trying to say?â
she laughed and shook her head. âiâm joking! iâm jokingâ maybeââ
you skipped over through the water to catch up with an arriving megumi then, his arm coming to rest around your waist as you walked back up to the group together.
soon you all made it down to the deeper end by the waterfall and hung out, you jumping on megumiâs back at one point for a photo your best friend offered to takeâ your arms wrapped around his neck with your cheek mushed up against his as a small smile played at his lips, gojo grinning softly to himself at the sight knowing megumi never really smiled for pictures with anyone but you⊠something that wasnât very hard to tell as he stared.
megumi loved you. genuinely.Â
and he lived life so much differently now that he was with you.
yuji later dragged your best friend and megumi to the other side where he heard other people say fish were swimming in, eagerly wanting to catch one and take it home for himself as a souvenir and begging the other two for help, you and gojo laughing from a distance whenever they were close to grabbing one but screaming when they accidentally would let it go.
âyou having fun?â gojo asked you after a minute, and your nervous eyes snapped up to his striking blue ones.
âoh yes! so much!â you smiled kindly. âthank you for this satoru⊠seriously. you didnât have to do all of this but you did, and i canât thank you enough.â
he shook his head, a content expression on his face as he continued to look at the three ahead.
âno need! youâre all my kids. itâs what a dad does, isnât it? take you guys out?â
you giggled softly and nodded, but after a bit, gojo spoke up again.
âsometimesâŠâ he began. âi feel like i may lack what megumi needs.â
your eyebrows furrowed. âwhat do you mean?â
he looked on ahead.
âever since megumi was young, i always worried that he would be alone for the rest of his life and not learn to appreciate the things he already had.â
gojo pursed his lips. âheâs always been a quiet kid⊠didnât like to talk to anyone or listen to anyone and was justâ living. emptily living.â
emptily?
âhe didnât go out. he didnât do what a regular teen does at his age. he didnât believe anything had value to it and just lived. he never had anyone either until yuji⊠but even then the look on his face never changed, and i fear baseball only scraped the surface.â
âfor how long?â you murmured.
âfor as long as iâve known him.â he answered.
âi thinkââ he shook his head. âi know megumi thinks that he isnât worth anything. he thinks he deserves nothing and just blocks everybody and everything out⊠and i⊠i worry.â
you stayed quiet and listened.
âheâs different. heâs reserved and refuses to accept any forms of love because he thinks itâs wasteful when heâs the one thatâs receiving it⊠and i just want you to know that even though heâsâ heâs mean sometimes and says grumpy things he doesnât mean it. he really loves you and i donât want you to be scared offââ
âbut he isnât any of those things to me.â you spoke softly. âat all. iâve never once thought megumi to be any of those things.â
gojoâs gaze flickered to yours.
âiâve never met anyone as genuinely kind and selfless and loving as he is. i feel like people always get the wrong impression of him and it justâ pisses me off because he doesnât even do anything and yet theyâre quick to judge just because heâs different⊠and i hate that.â
you played a little with your fingers. âmegumi always silently does things for people when they donât deserve it, and they never notice it either so he doesnât even get something as simple as a thank you because theyâre too focused on how different he is.â
gojoâs eyes softened as he placed a friendly arm over your shoulder, shaking you a little.Â
âyou see what i see, then.â he spoke.
you smiled sadly, your eyes trained to megumi as you watched him sharply cup his hands underwater and catch a fish, throwing it inside yujiâs makeshift cup tank silently as yuji and your best friend proceeded to jump and cheer and peer inside to look at it.
âbut i love him because heâs different.â you express. âand i worry one day heâll get tired of me and tired of the things that i say and leave⊠but i would never blame him for that. i would never regret getting to love someone like him.â
gojo smiled down at you, and he felt relief again. relief in knowing that megumi was in good hands, in your good hands, and that he didnât need to worry so much about him anymore, that his years of begging and wishing on his knees for anyone and anything that would listen to him and help save his son, help him learn to love and cherish, to save him from a life of nothingâÂ
all of those years and he was finally heard.
âoh he would never.â he spoke softly. âbecause ever since he met you heâs been different. he smiles more. heâs calmer⊠more lenient. heâs awake.â
and heâs learned to love, most of all.
âheâs never told me thisâŠâ you trailed off sadly.
âi wouldnât either.â he responded. âmaybe itâs something he wants to forget.â
he huffed after a minute. âand also megumi never smiles when i take pictures with him but he smiles with youuu!â he whined. âno fair.â
you giggled then, grinning at him apologetically as you did.
and gojo felt so lucky that his son managed to land a soul as genuine and pure and sweet as yours was⊠that he managed to land someone who loved him for the same reason many others didnât.
âyou donât lack what he needs satoru...â you murmured. âyouâve always had it exactly. without you, he wouldnât be living the life he has now surrounded by the people that love him⊠he wouldnât have his career eitherâ and he knows that.â you nudged his shoulder gently with yours. âhe loves you⊠and i hope you know that too.â
gojo stared at you blankly for a minute before his eyes gradually filled with fat tears, his lips wobbling.
ây/nnnnn!â he wailed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and rubbing his cheek side to side on top of your head. âyou sweet little angel! you always know just what to say! oh iâve never felt so moved! iâm paying for your college tuition okay?!â
âhuh?! no! you canât pay it please no!ââ
âi have to! i have to! youâre my future daughter in lawââ
âyouâre gonna make me cryyyy!ââ
megumi turned around curiously at the familiar sound of his dadâs crying, his shoulders relaxing once he saw it was just you and him jumping around and wailing and hugging over god knows what, him smiling softly to himself.
âtold you dummy.â he muttered under his breath. âhe loves you.â
âwho loves who?!â your best friend shot up. âyuji loves me? yeah no shitââ
âheyyy!â yuji whined. âare you saying youâre used to my love? that itâs boring?â
âno! i never said that! youâre just as dramatic as satoruââ
megumi ignored them and started making his way back over to you, and upon you and gojo realizing, he put you down with a smile and you proceeded to walk across the waterâ your heart secretly heavy over everything gojo had told you.
if you had known, you wouldâve worked ten times harder for megumi to know how much he was loved and appreciated by everything in his lifeâ the thought of him thinking such cruel things of himself making it hard for you to keep your crybaby tears down as he got closer.Â
megumi didnât deserve the life he grew up withâ the one that was outside of satoruâs control.
the one filled with loneliness and judgement and justâ nothing. he didnât deserve to be looked upon as indifferent and actually label himself as so without mercy and without any means of saving himself.
âi caught a fishââ
you flung your arms around his neck and pulled him down tight as he let out a huff of surprise, your eyes screwed shut as you tried your absolute best to keep the tears at bay as you hugged him with everything that you had.
âi love you gumiâŠâ
he slowly snaked his arms around your waist and hugged you back.
âi love you tââ
âno but i love you.â you pulled back to look at him, his eyebrows furrowing at your sad expression. âa lot. more than anything. please tell me you know that.â
his concerned eyes darted around your face momentarily before slowly nodding.
âiâ i do. i feel the same wayââ he shook his head. âare you okay?â
you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and nodded, the ebb and flow of the water swaying the both of you gently as you embraced each other.
megumi didnât push further after that, opting to asking you about it after as you pulled him to the big giant rock off to the side of the waterfall where many others had jumped off of previously throughout the day, you excitedly bouncing on your toes once you both reached the topâ no sign of prior sadness from you that only confused him.
âoooo iâm scaredâ fuck iâm scared!â you shivered in place and megumi squeezed your hand.
âyouâve been talking about this all day.â he murmured, gently nudging your shoulder with his. âyou canât back out now.â
âiâm not!â you shook your head frantically. âiâm not⊠right? or am i⊠oh god i think i amââ
âweâre jumping.â
âno!â you cried. âi canât do it i canât do itââ
âyes you can.â
âno i canât! iâm a big fat puss it took me a year to talk to you do you think i can do something like this?!â you threw your unoccupied hand out in emphasis. âfuck i didnât even talk to you, you talked to me!ââ
he leaned down to look at you at eye level.Â
âbaby, if you donât do this now youâre gonna be crying the entire way home in regret. do you wanna do that?â
ânoâŠâ you mumbled.
âdo you wanna regret this?â
ânoâŠâ
âthen jump with me.â
âgive me a kiss and then iâll do it.â
megumi laughed cutely and pecked your lips.
âyou ready now?â
âapparently.â
without warning, megumi booked it across the rock as you ran with him, his baseball legs nearly sending you fucking flying as you both jumped over the cliff and down below, a huge splash coming up as your submerged bodies naturally rose up to the surface, you cheering happily and peppering your boyfriend with kisses once it was over.
and when the sun eventually began to set, you all reluctantly left the lake with whines and borderline sobs as you dried up and shimmied on clean clothes before packing your bags up, beginning the walk back down the trail to the cabin shortly after.
it was a lot easier on the way down now that the sun wasnât scorching and burning over you allâ each of you refreshed and content from a days worth of swimming and fish catching as the cool night air softly brushed against your skin, the cabin soon coming into view a lot faster than you all anticipated.
and after arriving and showering and everyone getting comfy in their pajamas, you all ate dinner together in the grand living room where you finally watched human earthworm four under yujiâs begging request, your best friend succumbing up to it since he had been rejected so many times before already, but regretting it almost the second the movie started playing.
âi think iâm gonna be sick.â your best friend mumbled, a hand over her mouth.
âwhy? whatâs happening?â you whispered to megumi as you covered your eyes in pure fucking fear, him softly chuckling to himself.
âiâll spare you.â
âokay great thank you babyââ
âitâs not even that gory!â yuji exclaimed. âcmon babeee now i feel bad.â
âno donât.â she muttered beneath her hand. âitâs fine. iâm trying.â
âaw when your girlfriend loves youu.â yuji smiled cheekily, kissing her cheek as she laughed and pushed him away.
âi think i remember you showing me this movie a couple of years ago yujiâŠâ gojo pondered, scarfing down a bag of potato chips. âit was good but i prefer something more like pride and prejudiceââ
BANG!
you all froze.
silence.
âwhat the fuck was that?â you sat up, the rest of you stiff in alarm.
âi donât knowâŠâ yuji trailed off. âmaybe the wind? outside?â
âmaybe..â gojo mumbled with his mouthful. âi think itâs fine!â
you all eventually shrugged and continued watching the movie.
âoh no this is the partââ your girl friend quickly slapped a hand over her eyes. âi canât watch i canât watch i canât watch!ââ
âwell then i canât either!â you anxiously covered your eyes again as megumi lazily pulled you closer to his chest, him sleepily laying his cheek on top of your head.
âyou guys canât hang!ââ
BAANGGG!!
âoh fuck no!ââ your best friend screamed and reached for the remote, shutting off the tv. âsomethingâs outside.â
ânuh uh.â gojo frantically shook his head with wide blue eyes. âsome-one is outside⊠that bang was way too loud for it to be an animal.â
you shot up in fear, megumi slowly following suit and sitting up with pinched eyebrowsâ now wide awake from all of the noise.
âsomeone has to go check!â your best friend harshly whispered. âsatoru go check!â
âno way!â he cried. âplease! no! i canât go out there!ââ
âi thought you said you were our âparental supervision?ââ she spat. âgo do parental supervision activities and go outside!ââ
âbut iâm too handsome to go outside!ââ
âwell someone needs to!ââ
another crashing bang came from outside, way louder than the previous times as you all screamed in terror and ran to each other, huddling close together on the floor as you silently anticipated for the next sound.
âoh my god someoneâs actually outside.â you whispered. âwhat if theyâre trying to break in?â
âoh donât say that sweetheart i brought my rose crystals with me!â gojo whined, megumi shooting him an annoyed look.
âi couldâ i could go check?â yuji offered, his voice slightly shaking as he propped himself up to stand.
âno!â your best friend grabbed him. âno yuji if you go outside youâll never come back you canât!â
ânever come back?â he gulped, immediately plopping himself back down. âi wanna come back...â
âthen stay insideââ
BAAANG!!
the power went out as you all erupted in a fit of horrified screams in the pitch black living room, megumi instantly clasping a hand over your wrist to feel you there and tugging you gently.
âdonât separate from me.â you heard him mumble.
âwhat the fuck do we do?!â
âsomeone is trying to rob us someone is trying to robââ
âquick! the four of you! stand in front of me!â gojo gasped. âthis is our last night on earth and iâll be damned if i donât live to see you all be wed!â
he stood and ran. âquick quick! we donât have time! iâll be the officiant hurry and line upââ
your girl friend shook her head incredulously. âsatoru you cannot be serious right nowââ
âoh iâm dead serious.â he nodded frantically. âwe are gathered here todayââ
BAANNGG!!
âweâre done! weâre done! weâre done!ââ
âfuck this.â megumi mumbled, standing and pulling you up with him before wrapping his arms around your legs and throwing you over his shoulder, readjusting his grip before quickly walking out of the living room and down the hall to the bathroom, using the faint glow of the moonlight to help light his way.
and once he found it, he carefully set you down on the cold tile floor by the tub and stepped back.
âiâm gonna go check outside.â he reached for the door knob. âstay here okay.â
âno!â you gasped, crawling over and grabbing his wrist. âno gumi please donât go outside iâll go you stay hereââ
âno way.â he pushed. âjust stay here iâll be right backââ
âif you go outside youâll die!â you cried dramatically. âand then your ghost has to watch me move on by the pressures of society even though i donât want to move on but i apparently have toââ you tugged him closer, eyes wide. âdo you want to see me with another man?!â
âbabyââ
âdo you?!â
âno the fuck i donâtââ
âthen stay here andââ
âAAAAHHHHHH!â
you both looked at each other blankly for a couple of seconds before megumi quickly shut the door and locked it, crawling his way over to you through the dark bathroom then and reaching out to feel where you were atâ sitting next to you once he found you.
your hands found each others and you interlaced your fingers, you scared for your fucking life and worried over what was going on out there with the rest of them, your head coming down to rest on his shoulder as his came to rest on your head.
after a few silent moments, you spoke up.
âwanna know something?â
he lifted his head to look down at you.
âwhat baby.â
âwhen you drew my initials in the dirt at the world series⊠i saw my life flash before my eyes.â
megumi chuckled as he reached up to gently brush some of your hair away from your eyes.Â
âsaw your life flash before your eyes?â he murmured. âin a good way or a bad way.â
âin a good way.â you smiled.Â
he hummed.Â
âand what did you see?â
âcanât tell you or it wonât come true.â you giggled. âi wished for it on 11:11 itâs legally binding.â
he chuckled and squeezed your hand.
ââŠwas i in it?â
you nodded. âthrough the entire thing.â
his eyes softened.
your mind was suddenly drawn to the conversation you had with gojo at the lake, and you frowned.
âgumiâŠâÂ
âhm?â
you lifted your head and shifted your body slightly to try and look at him, the darkness of the bathroom not really helping but you satisfied with the slight outlines you could see of his face.
âare you happy?â
his brows furrowed, slightly taken aback.Â
âyes⊠why?â
âhave you always been happy?â you pushed further. âlikeâ your whole life. the happy you are now, have you always been?â
he stopped.
megumiâs never lied to you, and he never intended to do so, but he juggled the possibility of maybe this being one of those times where a little white lie was deemed kind of necessary.
âuhâ yeah.â he nodded.
you pursed your lips.Â
after a period of silence and you playing with his long fingers, you spoke up again.
âgumi i want you to know that you deserve everything youâve ever gotten in your life.â
his head snapped up.
âand i donât ever want you to feel like you donât. youâve worked hard and had to deal with too much to think that you donât deserve any of what you get in return.â
why were you telling him this?
âso when you tell me that youâve always been happy, i hope thatâs the truth.â
he bit the inside of his cheek in regret, hating that he lied already, and fearful of your reaction to the factuality of his life.
âi uhââ he struggled. âsometimes i think i donât deserve it.â
all of the time, actually.
âwhy gumi?â you asked sadly.
he shook his head. âi donât really ever do anything. and iâm⊠difficult.â
âbut you do everything. thatâs all youâve ever done.â
megumi frowned.
âi just piss people off baby.â he murmured. âiâm lucky youâre not one of them.â
âno gumiââ your grip tightened around his hand. âitâs not you though, itâs them. itâs their problem if they want to get pissed off and think of you a certain way, not yours. and that definitely doesnât link to other situations in your life.â
you leaned your head down to try and catch his attention, his eyes drifting to yours once you did. âi want you to know that there is so much more that life wants to give you. so much. even more than what you have now⊠and you need to give yourself the chance to let it.â
megumi could only nod, and you sighed softly.
âyou need to go easy on yourself gumi⊠please stop thinking that everything is your fault because it never has been. youâve never done anything wrong.â
you tenderly ran the pads of your fingers over the back of his hand.
âlife isnât all that bad⊠it brought you to me, didnât it?â
it did.
but when was it that megumi earned the rare privilege to be with you in the first place? what did he do so right that made you look at him the way that you did, when everything he did was always so fucking wrong?
andâ and why did he receive the fortunes of time that night? the fortune that put you right in front of him at that party three years ago? the one he almost didnât even go to?
because living a life thatâs empty and dormant is all megumi knew how to doâ blurring through all aspects of it without any means of pulling himself out from the waves of fucking nothing, thinkingâ believing that he made no significance to anything as the faces of everyone around him were hazy and confusing with a big fat âxâ plastered across every single one.
he never allowed himself to see. to feel. he never thought it was worth it. he never thought he was worth it.
so why did it feel like the universe made you just for him, when all he did in return was loathe it? why was it so forgiving?
âyou know⊠i wasnât a virgin when we met.â he mumbled.
âi know.â you responded softly. âthereâs no way you fuck me this good without prior knowledgeââ
he snorted, but eventually shook his head.Â
âit was only one time. years ago. and i didnât do it again until you.â
you only nodded understandingly, but the way your lips pursed in distaste was a dead giveaway to megumi that you werenât particularly keen about it, and neither would he if it was the other way around, the both of you equally and funnily territorial.
âit was when yuji and i first got signed to the team.â he began. âwe went to a season kick off party and a bunch of other players were there from other different sports. even international.â
you listened.
âi think that day was probably the worst iâve ever felt in my life.â he opened up to you. âi didnât really care about anything or feel anything⊠and i got really drunk when i donât even drink like that. i was lost and trying to find a way to help it, and i was so fucking exhausted andâ and angry at life for doing this to me... for leaving me alone.â
you swallowed the thick lump in your throat.
âso i got wasted to forget about it, and then i just went up to a random girl from i donât know what team and i donât even remember her nameââ he ran an exasperated hand through his hair. âit didnât help at all though. at all. i was still useless.â
megumi peered up at you then, a tiny sad smile on his face.Â
âand if i knew you were coming i wouldâve never done it.â he murmured. âi wouldâve wanted you to have it.â
âuseless?â you breathed out in disbelief. âhow could you ever think youâre useless gumi?â
âi donât do anything pretty baby.â he shook his head. âi donât deserve the career i have, i donât deserve the father i have, and i sure as fuck donât deserve youââ
âbut why?â you raised your voice a bit. âwhy canât you just let yourself have those things? theyâre yours theyâre all yours everything that youâve ever done in your life has led up to this point with you and i together. with your dad. with yuji and my best friend. youâre so fucking selfless and kind and forgiving to the point where itâs dangerous because now you just donât believe anything is rightfully yours.â
âiââ
âyouâre everything to me. the greatest privilege iâve ever gotten in my life is to literally just know you gumi. to know who you are and to know what youâve done and what you representâŠÂ how significant you are.â
he stared.
âyou didnât get lucky with anything because youâve earned it all. youâve done everything right so please let yourself be happy baby⊠be selfish for once in your life and just take whatever it is that life is pushing to you without looking back because you deserve to do something like that after giving for so fucking long.â
you leaned in then and delicately planted your soft lips to his forehead, letting them linger there for a moment before pulling back and pressing your little cheek beside his lovingly.
âyou deserve to be known, megumi.â
what specifically was it that he did that brought you to him?Â
what the fuck was it that earned him the right to listen and receive your captivating loving words that soothed his pain like nothing else could? like nothing else ever could?
because whatever it was that he did, he wanted to keep doing over and over again for the rest of his life until the stars fell from the sky.
it was because of you that megumi already thought life wasnât so bad after all.
the way youâd get excited over little things like magnets from greece and cake batter ice cream and baby deer and coffee cake and lady and the tramp gummy worm kisses, the way youâd laugh about almost anything even if it wasnât that funny, the way youâd greet him every time you saw him with a skip to your step and a sweet little kiss to his face, the way you simply enjoyed the light soaked joys of life without any ounce of hatred in your heart like he had up until the moment he met youâ all made him believe that life maybe is precious in the end.Â
and your face never had an âxâ plastered over it when he first saw you.
your face was beautiful and radiant and clearâ not a single haze or blur over it as he felt his body miraculously float to the top from his makeshift sea of nothing, your soul pulling on his hand so he could finally breathe for once when he hadnât even said a word to you at the party yetâ you standing there under the neon lights in a pretty little pink dress and an angelic fucking smile.
you were like being bathed in the rays of the sunâ blissfully happy and free⊠and you loved him. something megumi to this day still couldnât understand but never once questioned it, terrified of jinxing it away and you leaving him when dying sounded a lot more appealing to him than that.
and megumi couldnât remember the last time he properly criedâ tears rolling down his cheeks and all.
but he was doing it now, in the pitch black bathroom with the same person that taught him how to feel as his shoulders trembled, him straining and alarmed and completely lost as to what someone is supposed to do when they cry.
so megumi listened when his body pulled him forward and when his head gently tucked itself into your neckâ your eyes widening and teary as you felt wet droplets fall and roll down your skin, him swallowing back hiccups.
âgumi?â you whispered worriedly, going to pull back but stopping once you felt him snake his arms around you and drag you slowly to sit on his lap.
âplease stay.â
it was quick when you realized his words had double meaning as you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him so so close and snug that you hoped and prayed megumi would comprehend the unconditional love you had for him through your embrace as he silently weepedâ him clutching at your clothes as if he was trying to make sure you were actually real and not just some fucked up dream where he finally learned to be happy.
âiâm never leaving megumi.â you said seriously. âever. even when you ask me to or yell at me to⊠i wonât.â
you felt him solemnly nod, a comforting wave consuming the both of you as you sat and held him while he sniffled.
ââŠgumi.â he corrected after a moment, pinching your side.
âsorry!â you sputtered and quickly pecked his cheek. âsorry⊠i was having a serious moment and i needed to use your full government name.â
he huffed out a laugh through his tears.
âsâokay.â
you ran a soothing comforting hand along his back, megumi slumping into you at the feeling as you peppered gentle kisses along his forehead and wet face, wiping his cheeks continuously again and again patiently until he eventually settled and his breathing evened out.
he silently leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss then, his hands coming up to cup your face as you cupped his, your mouthâs moving so slowly and softly as his thumbs caressed your pretty cheeksâ you smiling through the kiss before gently pulling back.
âi love you pretty baby.â he grinned.
âi love you gumiâŠâ you smiled kindly. âand if you ever leave me iâm strapping a bomb to my chest and laying on your bean bag until you change your mind.â
megumi burst out laughing, his little squeaks making you giggle as he shook his head and nudged your forehead playfully with his index finger.
âyouâll never have to worry about something like that.â he spoke lowly.
âand neither will you.â
he smiled.
âiââ
âmegumi and y/n where the fuck are you?!â
you both froze, eyes wide.
âi completely forgot why we were in here in the first place.â you frantically whispered, him nodding along with you in agreement.
âoh my god theyâre dead theyâre deadââ
âsatoru be quiet!ââ
you heard multiple soft padded footsteps near the door of the bathroom, megumi wiping his eyes with his sleeves a little to get rid of the evidence before you reached up and helped him wipe his left over tears.
âdonât worry gumi.â you spoke sweetly. âthe powerâs still out so they wonât be able to see if thatâs what youâre thinking about...â
he sent you a little smile and gave you a fat kiss on the cheek.
once your boyfriend gave you the all clear, the both of you slowly stood and unlocked the doorâ it creaking as you timidly opened it.
there on the other side, the rest of the group stood a couple of feet away, them jumping at the noise but relaxing once they saw it was just the two of you.
âwhat the hell were you guys doing in there?!â your best friend harshly whispered, rushing over and pulling you into a tight hug. âwe couldnât find you for like thirty minutes!â
âhiding.â megumi answered flatly, and she shot him a glare.
âso you just pick her up and take her away?! leaving the rest of us over there to die?!â
he nodded.
âyou sadistic freakââ
âokay! okayââ yuji tugged your girl friend back from her mid attempt lunge and into his arms, squeezing in hopes of it calming her down with megumi smirking from behind. ââwe found them itâs all overâŠâ
âmegumi why couldnât you pick me up too on the way?â gojo whined. âiâm your dad!â
âyouâre too heavy.â
he gasped. âso youâre saying you wouldâve?â
ânoââ
âyouâve changed him y/n youâve changed him!â gojo jumped on you and spun you around. âheâs a new man! a loving man! iâm paying for your textbooks too!ââ
âno!ââ
you all decided to reconvene in the living room at some point after that, huddling together on the same couch and staring silently at the wall ahead of you in the darkâ soaking in your pathetic fear and refusal to go out and check outside as you all froze and trembled with chattering teeth at how cold it was.
finally, you had had enough.
âiâm going outside.â you muttered, standing from the couch.
megumiâs hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.
âno.â he spoke firmly. âno youâre not.â
âyes i am gumi, i have to try and see what happened to the breaker box outside or weâre all gonna freezeââ
âno.â
âyes.â
âno.â
âgumi!â
âiâm coming with you.â
âabsolutely nâ eeekkk!â
megumi had you thrown over his shoulder before you knew it as you squealed, trudging over to the front door as the rest of them watched with wide eyes.
âbrave brave soulsâŠâ yuji whispered dreamily. âiâll miss themâŠâ
âsacrifice is the purest form of loveâŠâ gojo sniffed. âthey love usââ
their voices trailed off as megumi carried you outside and to the side of the cabin where he assumed the breaker box might be, you yelping when he roughly bit your ass just before setting you back down on your feet.
you both treaded along carefully, the wooden floorboards creaking beneath each step as the chilly air whipped through your bodies and produced goosebumps as a result, megumiâs hand clasped around yours as he led the way.
âdo you think itâs a person or an animal that did it?â you spoke, tone hushed.
âif it was a person i think they wouldâve broken in by now.â he mumbled. âbut then i donât know why the power went out.â
âme neitherâŠâ you gnawed at the inside of your cheek in worry, squinting your eyes to try and see better through the darkness as the only sign of life apart from you two were the ringing crickets in the trees.
you clasped your other hand around your already intertwined ones anxiously, him squeezing your hand reassuringly in exchange.
âmaybe we shouldâve brought a bat.â you suggested. âyou know⊠because you swing it and stuff.â
he chuckled. âswing it and stuff?â
âuh huh.â you nodded. âfor protection. i realize now that if it is a person weâre kind of dead because we brought nothingââ
just as you were approaching the corner to the balcony, a sudden rustling scratchy noise made you both freeze in place immediately.Â
âweâre done forââ you whispered frantically. ââweâre dead okay dying so now i have to tell you before we go that youâre the hottest man iâve ever met in my damn life and i hope you know thatââ
his cheeks grew hot. âbaby weâre not dyingââ
âdo you see it? where is it? what is it? whatâs making that noiseââ
megumi peeked his head around the balcony, his eyes scanning the view in front of him before his shoulders slumped and his face went dead.
âitâs a fucking raccoon.â
âhuh?â
you walked forward, peering around yourself only to find a chunky fluffy raccoon by the breaker box chewing on one of the disconnected cables, the lounge chairs and decorative plant vases on the balcony all knocked over in disarray that could only explain the constant loud banging you all heard earlier.
âwe were losing our minds for this.â he mumbled.
you laughed and pulled him along, the raccoon perking up and freezing once it sensed your presence before it dropped the chewed up cable, its heavy little paws scurrying off into the trees ahead and disappearing into the night.
âaw maaann!â you whined. âi wanted to pet itâŠâ
âdonât think that wouldâve been smart baby.â he chuckled, walking over to the breaker box and crouching down.
âwhy not?â you pouted. âit was cute. and chubby.â
âbecause itâs a wild animal.â he blindly tugged and fiddled with a few cables in hopes that something would magically happen. âit couldâve bit you if you did.â
âso? you bite me all the time whatâs the difference.â
he laughed. âiâll stop then.â
âno!â you cried, throwing your arms around his neck and leaning your weight on his back as he let out a surprised huff, him still crouching as his hands instantly came under your thighs to keep you from slipping.
âno gumi iâm sorry! please! i like it when you do it!â
âyou complained.â
âi didnât! i was just trying to justify petting the raccoon i swear!â
a sly smile played across his lips.
âsay youâre sorry.â
âiâm sorry!â
âand that you love me.â
âi love you i love you!â
âand that youâre never leaving me.â
âiâm never leaving you ever ever everââ
megumi plugged in the chewed up cable in a random lucky slot and the cabin sprung to life, the warm lights instantly blinding both your visions from being in the dark for so longâ you hearing the group inside scream and cheer as his strong legs stood up, hoisting you further up his back and properly hooking his arms underneath your thighs.
ânice job gumi!â you gushed. âcool baseball man and electrician.â
he let out an amused breath as he turned his head to the side and pecked your cheek, his heart fuzzy as you readjusted your arms and wrung yourself closer to him, the side of your cheek pressed up against his.
âi plugged it into a random spot.â
âand what.â you quipped. âi wouldâve plugged it into the wrong spot and blown up the cabin.â
megumi smiled to himself as he continued to walk along the side of the air bnb and back over to the front, his legs carrying you up the steps of the porch and inside the house where you found yuji and your best friend bickering over human earthworm four again, and gojo nearly passed out on the couch with his hand inside a bag of chips and crumbs over his mouth.
âyou guys!â your girl friend sat up. âwho was outside?! did you see?!â
âit was a raccoon!â you exclaimed as megumi carefully bent his knees a bit so you could slide off his back. âand a chubby one! it knocked over everything and chewed up the breaker box.â
âa fucking raccoon?â she groaned, slumping off the couch and trudging over to the stairs. âiâm going to bed all that freaking mess and stupidity for a damn animalââ
âooo! wait for me babe!â yuji quickly turned off the tv and zoomed over to her, picking her up bridal style like nothing as she squealed and laughed.
you watched them with a warm smile go up the stairs before walking over to a snoozed out gojo.
âjust let him be baby.â megumi murmured and you stopped, him carefully prying his greasy hand away from the chip bag and tossing it before grabbing a throw blanket and settling it gently over his dad, you smiling and giving your man a kissy on the lips before retreating up to your room yourselves to sleep, wanting to rest up for the big drive back home tomorrow.
but definitely not before megumi pinned you down and gave you the best eat out of your fucking life.
âi canât! i canât i canât gumi please i canât cum againââ
âiâm eating.â he grumbled against your wet abused pussy, pulling you roughly back down after you tried to run away from his mouthâ his hips subconsciously thrusting against the mattress to ease his aching dick.
âyouâve madeââ pant! âyouâve made me cum three times already pleâ eeekk!â
megumi slobbered over your slick folds, completely not giving a single shit about what you had to say as his tongue plunged into your hole repeatedly with his arms locked around your waist, keeping you meanly cemented to the bed with no inch for escape.
and he was eating so loudly tooâ slurping and gulping as he ran his mouth over your pussy side to side as you squealed, your fingers gripping the sheets and trembling when he pulled back to spit on your puffy overstimulated clit.
âgumi plleeaassee!ââ you hiccuped, his dick spasming at the way you gasped and choked and clenched your thighs around his head, watching the way his drool oozed down your clit and pooled on the bed over the already wet patch on the sheets.
ânuh uh.â he spoke with his mouth full, tongue licking a fat stripe up your slit. ânot âtill you squirt on my face.â
âbut iâ i caaannât!ââ
âiâll make you then.â
megumi let your clit go with a pop and hovered up over you, him sucking messily over his ring and middle finger before trailing them back down to your pussy and prodding your hole open, your breath hitching as you felt them sink inside of youâ megumi nudging your head to the side with his cheek before diving and biting over your exposed neck.
you shrieked breathlessly when he wasted absolutely no time at all and started skillfully jerking his fingers inside and out of your hole rapidly, his mouth licking and sucking over your neck as your pussy practically screamed and gushed over the speed, your hand shooting down to grab his wrist.
âfuckkkâ mâgonna cum again gumi please let me pleaseââ
âyouâre so polite pretty baby...â he hummed against your neck, his breath shuddering as he fucked you fast with his fingers. âonly if you squirt. if not mâtaking my hand away.â
âno!â you shook your head frantically as he licked over a new hickey amongst the other five he already gave you. âdonât take it away iâll do it iâll do it!ââ
you didnât even know if you could since squirting isnât something you can just do on command, but you were so pathetically desperate for him and his mean fucking mouth and fingers that you didnât give a single fuck and just wanted to cream all over his big hand.
megumi groaned into your neck and rammed his digits over and over and over, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the sounds coming out of your hole were wet and sticky and gross and it only further got megumi off as he forced your legs to stay open, you running off a high pitched moan as huge fat drops of your squirt trickled out, him shooting down and hovering his mouth over your pussy so you could finish all over his face just like he wanted.
âfuuuucckk just like that baby yeahââ he panted, slowly slobbering up your remaining release as your body twitched with ecstasy and severe overstimulation, you literally limp on the bed as he soon peeled back and licked his tongue over his lips like he just ate the most delicious meal of his entire existence (he did), wiping his wet face down with his sleeve after.
megumi pulled your panties back up and your shirt down with a kiss to your wrist, settling into bed next to you and chuckling when you whined dazedly and weakly pushed against his chest as he tried to pull you in.
âwhat baby?â
âyouâre mean.â you mumbled, eyes fluttering closed as you shoved your nose into his neck.
âmâsorry.â he spoke softly, a little smirk on his lips. âwhat did i do?â
âyou know what.â you grumbled, feigning annoyance. âand how am i supposed to hide the ten hickeys you just gave me you vacuum.â
he laughed into your hair as he ran a soothing hand over your bare thigh. âiâll give you one of my hoodies baby itâll be fine.â
âmhm.â
and he didâ the following morning when you all packed up and loaded your belongings and suitcases back into the van for the long drive home, megumi gave you one of his big baseball merch hoodies with his last name embroidered on the back to wear and hide your hickeys with the hood up.
but you shouldâve known you were never safe around your best friend⊠because on the ride back home she pounced on you from above your seat without mercy and snatched the hood off.
âoh my god!â she gasped, cackling as she peered and pointed at your love bites. âmegumi you little leech! what are you doing to her every night give her a damn break let her breatheââ
megumi pushed her off and she fell back in her seat behind them, her uncontrollable laughter making you whine and pull the hood back over your head in embarrassment.
âwhat? whatâs so funny?â yuji asked, unplugging one of his earbuds.
ây/nââ
ânothing!â you jumped up and glared at her. ânothing! nothingâs funny at all i donât know why sheâs laughing.â
your best friend snickered and blew you a kissy face, shrugging. âyeah i forgot what it wasââ
âmy kids!â gojo called from the front, pushing his round black sunglasses up the bridge of his nose before beaming. ânow how would we feel if i was finally invited back to one of your games ehh? megumi? am i allowed back inââ
âno.â he deadpanned.
your eyebrows furrowed. âallowed?â
âsatoruâs banned from the stadium.â yuji laughed. âour management wonât allow him on property and if they see him they freak and call the police.â
âhuh?!â you sat up. âwhy!â
âhe brought fireworks to our first world series and set them off in the middle of the fucking game.â megumi grumbled.
you slapped a hand over your mouth and laughed loudly, gojo shooting you a cheeky smile from the rear view mirror.
âthat was you?!â you shook your head incredulously. âi remember that! it woke me up i was sleeping during the gameââ
ââlike she always was until the day she saw her little leech.â your girl friend cut in, and you couldnât really counter that as you giggled and nodded in agreement.
âcan you blame me?!â gojo exclaimed. âmy sonâs first world series and you expect me not to do something extravagant to showcase my fatherly love?â
âyou couldâve just sat there and watched.â megumi pushed, readjusting his arms and pulling you closer as your head fell on his shoulder.Â
âbut thatâs borinngg! did you like the fireworks y/n?â
âi did!â you perked up. âthey were really pretty! and it kept me awake for the rest of the game so i didnât miss them winning.â
âsee?! the only one who appreciates me in this van is your wife megumi. thatâs why sheâs my favorite.â
you giggled as megumi rolled his eyes, and he turned his attention to you once he felt you tug a little at his jacket, the rest of the group going back to their own worlds.
âwhenever your dad calls me your wife⊠it reminds me of when you drew my initials in the dirt.â
his brows pinched. âhow come?â
âbecause thatâs what i saw when my life flashed before my eyes.â you spoke softly. âand what i wished for on 11:11.â
megumiâs heart incandescently melted at your little words as he linked them to what you had mentioned earlier in the bathroom, his mind playing wonderful images of a married life with youâ something he had already pictured many many times before in the late hours of the night when he was up lovesick over you.Â
âi wish for it too. everyday.â he murmured, and you beamed, your cute face coming up to give him a sugary kiss before your head settled back over his shoulder.
âgood.â you replied. âbecause if not i was gonna strap two bombs to my chest and superglue myself down to your bean bag.â
he snorted and fixed over the throw blanket that was draped over the two of you, pinching your little cheek before getting comfy with you again on the coushy black leather seat, both of your eyes watching the passings of trees and cabins and rivers from the window for a while as the slight rock of the van and megumiâs arms eventually lulled you to sleep, his scent filling your body with warmth and familiarity that soothed your mind over with little to no effort at all.
megumi looked down at you then and stared before he trailed a delicate thumb over your bottom lip, his eyes greedily drinking in the sight of just you as you slept peacefullyâ the details of your face something he wanted to commit to unforgettable memory and recall across every single life time in hopes that it would bring him to you in each one.
and he wondered why the universe was so forgiving again as he watched you sleep.
but instead of spending time desperately trying to come up with a useless answer, it still wouldnât change the fact that he was given the chance to properly live again with an angel like you⊠and he found himself thankful for the universe in exchange actually.
thankful for it listening to him. thankful for it watching him. thankful for it granting him the life that he lived now, the same one he dreamed about and yearned over since he was a teen, and the same one that wouldnât have been possible in the first place if it wasnât for you bouncing into his lifeâ silly and talkative as you settled into the crevices of his existence and got comfortable with no means of ever leaving, him never wanting you to as he shut the doors of his soul and bolted it tight with thirty different locks.
you made him happy, as simple as that may sound, for it was something that he never was.
you showed him how to love. you showed him how to laugh. you showed him how to cry as the concept itself and feeling was extremely foreign to himâ almost taboo even.Â
you saw him cry before he even saw himself. and though he half expected to be embarrassed and relieved that it was pitch black in the bathroom so you wouldnât have properly seenâ he didnât really fucking care because it was you.Â
and how was crying supposed to feel? that much he couldnât tell.
but if crying felt like that every timeâ afloat, alive, goodâ with the same woman who teetered over the edge and pulled him from his empty sea, with the same one who noticed him when nobody else did, and the same one who made him feel like he was blessed by the eternal warmth of the sun with just her gaze aloneâ
then maybe crying was something megumi wanted to do all of the time.
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MS ⰠString you out ⧠CS
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Warningsâ ïž Smut!, Suggestive remarks!, strong language!, threesome!, size kink, lowkey breeding kink, pet names, p in v, dp, unprotected sex (do not), oral (m! receiving), squirting, vibe, slight intoxication (but full consent), etc.
Word count. 3k
Note. English is not my first language! Not proofread!
Psa. Matt refers to reader as "pretty" and Chris refers to reader as "ma", just so you don't get confused with the dialogues.
Sum. Everything goes south when you show up at the campus Halloween party in a tiny black witch costume; becoming their prey for the night.
You werenât prepared when your best friend came knocking at your door with a big duffle bag, trying to convince you to come to the annual Halloween party, but you had already decided to stay in your dorm room and continue doing your assignments.
"Câmon, donât be like that, I even bought us matching costumes," she stepped inside, letting you close the door behind her. "I can help you do your make-up, please?" Your friend begged, plopping down on your bed. You sighed and rubbed your temple, "I told you already, Iâm not going, that Halloween party will probably be just like a frat one and you know how I am about frat parties."
Your friend crossed her arms with raised eyebrows, "no, it wonât be like a frat party, but I guess thereâll be those fraternity guys there since you know... Campus party, everyoneâs gonna be thereâ" you cut her off, "except for me," causing her to collapse back onto your bed.
"Pretty please?" She pleaded again, jutting her bottom lip out dramatically, making you laugh. "No, like I saidâ" she cut you off with a groan, "câmooon, Halloween happens only once a year..." her voice trailed off as a grin made its way onto her lips, "if you go this once, I wonât bug you again, like I promise I wonât ask you to come to frat parties with me."
You couldnât help but be tempted with the deal, clearing your throat as you looked at her, "you serious?" She nodded vigorously, "yeah, I am, I am dead serious, so? will you?" You sighed and nodded, eliciting a happy "yay" from her.
She immediately spilled the contents from her huge duffel bag, tons of make-up products and two matching witch costumes. You picked one up, inspecting it. The costume was incredibly short and could almost pass off as a long shirt.
"Are you serious? This is what you picked?" She gave you a deadpanned look, "itâs Halloween! You know what they say, the only time of the year to be as slutty as you want." She nudged your arm, grinning, "plus I bet guys would go nuts when they see you in this."
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Your friend helped you with your make-up, and as you looked in the mirror, you felt like you were someone else, in a good way. The costume was short, but it made you feel a bit more confident than usual. The black heel boots you had lying around â that youâve been wanting to wear for so long â seemed to match the vibe of the dress.
The long sleeves and overall style of the costume had already started to grow on you. "Not too bad," you said as you curled your hair, "yeah? told you so," your friend grinned triumphantly, making you roll your eyes in a playful manner.
The moment you arrived at the party, your ears immediately rang at the loud music, "fuck, why is it so loud here?" you shouted to your friend, trying to get your words across the short distance, but the music drowned out your voice.
"Itâs always this loud, youâre just not used to it, câmon, letâs get drinks!" She dragged you towards the table of drinks, expertly weaving through the crowd. Alcohols that you didnât even know the names of were stacked in an oddly neat way along with soft drinks, water and way too many solo cups.
A girl standing by the table, dressed as the grinch, offered to make you and your friend drinks, halloween specials. As you were sipping on your drink, you noticed a pair of guys, almost identical looking.
"Holy fuck, you know who they are?" you nudged your friend, jerking your head at the direction of the guys dressed as vampires. She followed your gaze and looked at them, "yeah?" she chuckled, "you donât?" Shaking your head as you kept your gaze on the guys, unable to take it off of them.
"Of course you donât, youâre always buried in schoolwork," she clicked her tongue, "theyâre quite famous around campus you know?" You let out a huff, taking another big gulp of your drink, groaning at the burn of the mixed alcohols. "So? Who are they?"
"The one with the cap is Chris and the one that doesnât have a cap is Matt, obviously, theyâre identical triplets, but I donât think Nickâs here today." You let out an "oh" sound of understanding before you took another sip of your drink.
"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldnât hit the same girl," your friend shrugged, telling you all she knew about them, "yeah... couldnât care less, câmon letâs just dance or something," you said pulling your friend away from the table of drinks and onto the dance floor. You couldnât help but feel interested despite your words.
After one too many drinks and a few stolen glances later, you found yourself in a bathroom, two pairs of hands roaming over your body while you shared a kiss with one of the guysâthe one with the cap.
The other one kissed your neck, trailing it down to your collarbone and leaving love bites there before going back to your neck. The one with the cap broke the kiss, "you know our names ma?" He breathed out, "uh... youâre Chris, and heâs Matt, right?" you asked hesitantly, the slight intoxication making your mind a jumbled up mess.
"Mhmâbingo, pretty," Matt whispered, his lips grazing just under your earlobe, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as they continued to kiss and caress your body, your body reacting to every word and touch from them, making their faces light up with smirks.
Their fake fangs nipped at your skin, causing you to gasp softly each time. "Say, letâs go to a more comfortable place?" Chris suggested, "Yeah, canât really do much in a bathroom," Matt chuckled as he added.
They led you out of the bathroom and weaved through the crowd of people dancing. You tried to find your friend to tell her you were going but you couldn't find her in the crowd. Suddenly, you got a message and a photo from her apologizing saying that she was gonna head home with her boyfriend since it was getting late. How convenient.
You sighed and let the guys lead you out of the party, your costume rode up ever so slightly as you tried to balance on the heel boots in your slightly tipsy state. You were very much aware of your surroundings and the two fellas, dressed as vampires, leading you towards their car.
"Where are we going?" You asked, a bit puzzled but willing. Matt and Chris both chuckled in unison at your confused state, "oh yeah, weâre gonna go to our place, you mind?" Chris asked as he looked back at you, "I mean, if you donât feel comfortable with that, we could always hit up a hotel," Matt shrugged.
You hummed, looking back and forth between them before making your decision, "no, yeah, iâm good with your place," they both visibly relaxed and grinned, "alright then, hop in, pretty," Matt said as he opened the backseat door.
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The drive to their place was fairly fast, accompanied by small talks and laughter, but that quickly turned into heated kisses and breathy moans once you got inside their house. Stumbling into one of their rooms, they started to strip you out of the skimpy costume.
Gently pushing you on the bed before they started to strip themselves, your gaze raked over their bodies as you waited on the bed, biting your lip in anticipation. Once they were matching you in nakedness, they sat on either side of you, starting to lavish attention to your body once again.
"Fuck, youâre so beautiful ma, so fucking beautiful," Chris murmured against the swell of your breast, "mhm... so pretty" Matt whispered an agreement in your ear before kissing along your jawline, his hand caressing your body, slowing inching down to cup your mound.
You hissed softly when his fingers made in contact with your swollen clit, slick with arousal, and throbbing for attention. The brothers quickly picked up on your growing need and desperation as they saw just how wet you had become.
Your folds glistened in the dim light of the bedside lamp, the obvious need evident in your tone when Chris plunged a finger inside your tight heat. "Fuâck," you moaned softly, your breathing a lot more ragged now that he was moving his digit in and out of you, slipping in a second finger and smirking at how you seemed to suck in his fingers.
"Someoneâs eager," Matt chuckled, his voice a bit deeper than usual, betraying his arousal. The pads of his fingers started to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting slightly louder moans from you.
The feeling was already so pleasurable, and you didnât know if it was the alcohol making you feel more than usual or just the brothers themselves, either way you knew you were incredibly turned on.
They adjusted your position, easily manhandling you, but their touch was gentleâ almost tender if you will. The new position gave them more to work with. You were on your hands and knees and they stood on their knees on either side of you, still squeezing and caressing every inch of skin they could touch.
They were big â huge even â it made you feel a bit nervous. They were easily 10", and who knows how thick, standing tall and proud. You gulped softly when Chris gripped your hip with one hand and led his length towards your aching pussy. The tip of his cock slid up and down your slit, making you whine and push back against him.
They chuckled at your needy gestures and sounds, "youâre so responsive ma, âs intoxicating," Chris emphasized his words with a slap on your ass, causing you to jolt and whine, his hand gently caressing the reddening skin.
Matt, being the one in front of you, caressed your cheek and made you look up at him by lifting your face by your jaw. Smirking when he saw the desperation in your eyes, "whatâs up pretty? Canât handle a little teasing?" He spoke with faux sympathy, making you all the more desperate.
Before you could open your mouth to speak, you felt the sudden stretch, causing you to move forwardâtrying to get away from the sensation, only to be held in place by two pairs of hands. Chris clicked his tongue, "relax ma," his hands squeezed your ass, sinking his fingers in your plush flesh as he moved forward, filling you completely.
"Oh fuâck, Chris too bigâ" your moans got muffled when Matt fed you his length, groaning at the sensation of your mouth on him and the vibrations from your moans as Chris took you from behind.
Chrisâ pupils dilated when he saw the way your ass recoiled against his hips with each deep and slow thrust, he gripped your hips tighter and surged forward with increasing fervor. The force of it pushed you forward, each thrust making you involuntarily deepthroat Matt, making them both groan at the pleasure.
Chris suddenly pulled out, and stood up, "I think Iâve got something nice." Matt chuckled when he understood what Chris implied and pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. You looked at them confused, feeling empty and still aching with need.
A few minutes later, Chris came back with a vibrator and a bottle of lube in hand. You blinked rapidly as your gaze flickered between the brothers, making them chuckle, "donât worry pretty, weâll make you feel good, âpromise." Chris sat on the bed behind you, getting in position again.
"Alright ma, up," he playfully slapped your ass before helping you back in the position you were in moments ago, but this time you were facing Chris with Matt behind you. Your moans filled the room once again when Matt entered you, stretching you deliciously.
Your moans were quickly muffled by Chrisâ cock, which you eagerly let in your mouth, and the pleasure was already bordering on too much. Your body tensed when you felt vibrations on your clit. Matt groaned loudly when he felt you clench around him like a vice, his hips picking up pace in response.
Your moans vibrated around Chrisâ shaft, making him buck his hips faster, fucking your mouth as he gripped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Your eyes rolled back briefly as Matt hit that spot deep within you, the one that made sparks dance behind your eyes, the one that made you moan louder.
The vibrations of the vibe increased, making your legs shake as you tried to ground yourself from the intense pleasure that you wondered if you could take any more of. That was when Matt held you by your waist and started to target a specific spotâyour g-spot.
The feeling of him hitting your g-spot with such precision and the vibrator doing its job on your throbbing clit, made you squirm, trying to get away from the intensity of it all, but their hands kept you in place. With a loud muffled moan you squirted, unable to warn them due to Chrisâ cock in your mouth. The brothers let out breathy chuckles when they saw the mess you were making, but didnât stop nevertheless.
They followed you soon after, their releases filling up your holes. You couldnât even keep yourself steady on your legs and arms anymore, it was all threatening to buckle under you any second.
Carefully, they laid you down, and seeing the wrecked state you were in just seemed to fuel their desires further. Their semi-hard lengths hardened once more as they gazed down at you. Your disheveled hair, the hickeys adorning your body, Mattâs release trickling out of you and Chrisâ dripping down your chin.
Mattâs hand came up to caress your side, causing a breathy sigh to escape your lips, "you think you can go one more round pretty?" Chris chuckled softly, "mhmâma, donât think we can get enough of you, think you can take us both?"
"Both? like at the same time?" you whispered, your voice already hoarse from overuse. They nodded, chuckling as they helped you into a sitting position, "yeah, weâve got lube, but itâs fine if youâre not up for it, prettyâ" you cut him off, "well, I donât mind, i mean... if it can fit that is..." your voice trailed off as you looked down at their laps.
"Donât worry, ma, weâll make it fit," is all you heard before they got in position. Matt laying with you on top of him and Chris behind you. The pop of the lube cap made your body shiver in anticipation, the mildly cold oil jolting every nerve as it ran down your slit, making you shudder.
Matt slowly pushed inside, eliciting a soft moan from you, and as you finally adjusted to his size, Chris nudged himself on your already full pussy. "Shhâ âs alright, pretty, just relax," Matt cooed from under you, his arms holding you in place as Chris entered you from behind. You squirmed under their touch, moaning loudly, and the stretch being too much, too big.
Chris grunted at the tightness as he pushed inside, stilling when he bottomed out inside you, "shit ma, so fuckinâ tight," he hissed through his teeth. Matt chuckled, his voice huskier, "yeah, you like how we stretch you, pretty? how fuckinâ big we are?" You could only mumble a "yes" that sounded more like a whimper.
They let you adjust to their sizesâthe fullness and the stretch. Their hands caressed your body soothingly, whispering sweet nothings in your ears, and kissing your shoulders and neck.
You finally relaxed around them, moaning softly at the sudden pang of pleasure from being filled to the brim. Your pleasure didnât go unnoticed by Matt and Chris, chuckling to themselves as they started to move. Your world blurred as you felt an immense pleasure youâve never felt before.
Your body moved on its own, meeting their thrusts, wanting more of that delicious feeling. And all that only made them move faster â harder â thrusting into you with renewed fervor. Your hands clutched whatever you could hold, grounding yourself so you wouldnât get consumed by the pleasure.
"Fuâck pretty, so fuckinâ tight," Chris mumbled an agreement, both of them holding you in place as they took what they wanted. You could only hold on, and moan for them. "Shit, gonna fill you up so goodâ swell you with my cum, ma," Chris groaned, "Yeah, fuckâ you ready for us pretty?" Matt added, muffling his sounds of pleasure on your shoulder.
You mumbled a plea for them to cum inside youâto which they gladly did, groaning and moaning as they filled you up. Their combined release spilled out from the sides, making a mess.
Gently pulling out from your well-used hole, their chests heaved with exertion. In spite of their softening cocks, they couldnât help the feral, almost animalistic, feeling when they saw the sight of their mixed release trickling out of your pussy.
They both groaned under their breaths before exchanging knowing glances, a silent conversation between them, and slowly alerting you about their insatiable desires for you. "You okay, pretty?" Mattâs hand caressed your cheek while Chris squeezed your ass, "weâre not done with you ma, not by a long shot."
They chuckled as they saw you look at them surprised, but didnât protest or say no, instead pulled them closer â a silent plea for more. "Weâre gonna fuck this pussy so good," Matt whispered in your ear, "and fill you up with our spend until you swell with our babies," Chris added, whispering in your other ear.
Their words were filled with promises, and that alone made you feel immense pleasure, a need for more.
The next morning, you woke up with a bad headache, and sore all over. It wasnât a surprise that you had a hangover but it was a surprise when you became aware of your surroundings. You were in an unknown room, entangled with not one, but two guys. It didnât help that they were brothers, identical brothers.
"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldnât hit the same girl." Your friendâs words echoed in your head. Guess it wasnât true after all, their bro code.
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 10: Treat Me Gently
Summary: You and Price take your relationship to the next level. It might be the best decision you've ever made.
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, p in v sex, fingering, oral, first time sex, unprotected(ish) sex, reader has an implant, creampie, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, military inaccuracies, language, the author is a bit rusty writing smut.
A/N: It's finally here. It's finally arrived, the moment we've all been waiting for! Uh, yeah, it's mostly badly written smut with just a little plot thrown in there. So...I hope you enjoy!
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Your attention is pulled from your book as the couch sinks on either side of you, two bodies joining you. You glance up from your book as an arm drapes itself across the back of the couch behind you. Your eyes flicker between Gaz and Johnny, mischievous grins on their faces.Â
âWe heard you have a date this weekend.â Gaz says, leaning in closer.Â
Your face warms at his words. âWell, I donât know if Iâd call it a date...âÂ
âWhat are you wearing?â Gaz asks.Â
âDo ye have anythinâ to wear?â Johnny asks.Â
Their questions give you pause. The most formal thing you have are jeans and, though you doubt Price would care if you showed up in sweatpants, you would like to have something nice to wear.Â
âCome on.â Gaz says, slapping your thigh before standing. âWeâre going shopping.âÂ
âWhat?â You glance between him and Johnny as they stand over you.Â
âAlready got permission from Price.â Johnny says. âSo come on.â He grabs your hands, lifting you to your feet easily. âLetâs get goinâ, kitten.âÂ
Your cheeks warm at the pet name, Johnnyâs hand settling on your lower back to steer you from the rec room. You donât have much of a choice but to follow, grabbing a couple things from your room before you leave the barracks with them to a car parked outside. Itâs different from the car you and Price had taken to town last weekend. Of course, they probably all have their own vehicles, or at least a few at their disposal.Â
âIâm driving.â Gaz says, plucking the keys from Johnnyâs hand.Â
âAww, ye never let me drive!â Johnny pouts.Â
âYeah, because with our luck youâll traumatize her so badly, sheâll never want to leave again.â Gaz says, opening the driverâs side door.Â
You canât help but giggle at the dejected look on Johnnyâs face as you get into the back, Johnny muttering the entire way to the passenger side.Â
âIâm noâ that bad of a driver.â Johnny says, buckling his seatbelt.Â
âYeah, but both you and Simon seem to be in agreement that the speed limit is a suggestion, not a law.â Gaz says as he turns on the car. âIâd like to make it there and back in one piece, thank you. Besides, Price would have both our heads if anything happened to our girl on our watch.â
Your cheeks warm as you meet Gaz's gaze through the rear view mirror. Your heart flutters at the look in his eyes, the dedication and protectiveness shining in them.Â
âI wouldnae let anything happen to ye.â Johnny says, reaching back to squeeze your knee for a moment.Â
You stare out the window of the car as Gaz drives towards town, half listening to the conversation in the front seat. You're beginning to recognize landmarks, buildings, areas between the base and town despite it only being your second trip. They'd be proud of you, you think. At least if something happened, you'd be able to give a landmark.Â
The farmlands fade into the city and soon Gaz is parking on the street in front of a shop. You take Gaz's hand as he helps you out of the car, lacing your fingers together. Soap holds the door to the shop open, letting you and Gaz walk through first.Â
It's a nice boutique filled with all sorts of formal wear. You wonder how they even knew about this place, or if they had done some research beforehand. Both make you feel honored that they would even go to those lengths just for you.Â
They are going to be your pack soon.Â
Packs do this sort of thing for each other. They take care of each other, spoil each other, make each other happy. Itâs hard to be a good pack if one member is unhappy.Â
âGood afternoon.â One of the workers approaches you. âMy name is Emily. Is there something I can help you find today?âÂ
âOur omega has a date with our alpha this weekend.â Gaz says, smiling down at you. âShe needs something to wear.âÂ
The worker, Emily, smiles at you. âHow exciting! Did you have anything in mind? Style, color, anything like that?â
âProbably nothing too fancy,â You say, eyeing the racks. âAnd, probably a dress.â
âAlright, we've got lots of options for that. Let's take a look and you can try some on.â Emily says.Â
Gaz keeps hold of your hand as you follow Emily through the racks, looking at some of the options. Johnny goes off on his own, perusing the racks himself.Â
âIs there a certain color you have in mind?â Emily asks you.
You hum in contemplation, looking at the many racks. You're not sure what color Price would like, or if he even has a favorite.Â
âHis favorite color is blue, like a dark navy blue.â Johnny answers for you. âThough, I think he'd like you in any color.âÂ
You can't help the way your cheeks warm a bit at Johnny's words. You realize you don't even know their favorite colors. There's still so much about them that's a mystery to you.Â
âWhat's your favorite color?â You ask, looking up at Gaz.Â
âI don't think I have just one.â He says, running his hand over a sequin covered dress on the rack in front of you âI like warm colors. Reds, oranges, purples.â
âLike a sunset.â You say, looking at a tag on one of the dresses, nearly choking at the price.Â
Gaz gently removes the tag from your hand, giving you a look as you meet his gaze. âDon't even worry about it, love.â He says quietly, leaning down to kiss your cheek.Â
âMy favorite color is green.â Johnny says, appearing next to you suddenly.Â
âLet me guess, Ghostâs is black.â You say.Â
Johnny's mouth twitches. âNow how'd you come to guess that?âÂ
You shrug, unable to hide your grin. âCall it intuition.âÂ
Emily takes you to the changing rooms, the boys taking seats outside to wait for you to try on the dresses you've chosen so far. You pick a sleeveless, blue, knee-length dress first with a ruched skirt. You already don't like it, but you know the guys will want to see it regardless.Â
You feel nervous, strangely exposed as you step out of the dressing room and make your way to where the guys are sitting. They both straighten up as you approach, Johnnyâs eyes immediately on your legs. Gaz let's out a low whistle as his eyes scan your figure, ending on your legs as well.Â
âWhat?â You ask concerned as you stare down at your own legs thinking the worst, like how you might have missed a spot shaving or something.Â
âNothinâ love,â Gaz says, unable to lift his gaze from your legs. âJust never seen you in anything but long pants before.â
Your cheeks warm at his words. It's true, the climate had yet to allow for anything but long pants. Even to sleep, you found yourself too cold without long sleep pants.Â
âChrist, you've got gorgeous legs, kitten.â Soap says, letting his eyes trail your form. âKeepinâ those hidden from us?âÂ
Your face feels like it's on fire as they stare at you, and quickly turn to face the large mirror across from them in an attempt to steady the butterflies in your stomach.Â
âWhat do you think?â Emily asks, stepping up next to you.Â
âIt's a little too...churchy for a date.â You say smoothing your hands over the skirt. âDefinitely need something fancier than this.â
You try on a few of the others, but none of them are right. Too short, too long, too formal, not formal enough. Johnny brings you more to try, a couple sticking out, but you're not sold on any of them.Â
The last dress you have yet to try on catches your eye as you pull it off the hook. It's a deep blue color, almost black. It's long sleeved and covers your front entirely, but the back is open. It's short, the skirt hem long enough to cover your ass, but you wouldn't dare bend over. It hugs your figure, accentuating the curves and lines of your body.Â
Your cheeks are warm as you step out of the changing room, both Gaz and Johnny going slack-jawed as they stare at you. Even Emily looks in awe as you stand in front of them.Â
âI think you've found the one, love.â Gaz says, his eyes trailing your form. âGive us a spin.â
You do a slow turn, not missing the way their eyes widen in the mirror when they see the back, Johnny still frozen as you turn back to face them.Â
âHow do you feel?â Emily asks, stepping up to you.Â
âGood.â You say, your face still warm. âReally good.â
âYeah,â She says, looking you over. âI think you've hit the mark with this one. Let me grab shoes and we'll put the whole look together.â
You turn to face the mirror as she steps away, your eyes meeting Gaz's as he steps up to you.Â
âYou look fantastic, love.â He says, leaning in close over your shoulder, his breath fanning your ear. Goosebumps form on your skin as his fingers slowly trail up the line of your spine. âPrice is going to want to devour you instantly as soon as he sees you in this one.â
You shiver at his words, biting your lip as his fingers splay out across your upper back. âYou think so?â
There's a mischievous glint in his eyes as he holds your gaze through the mirror. âHe won't be able to keep his hands off you. Gonna drive him insane, making him sit through dinner looking like a delicious dessert.âÂ
You fear you might start smoking from how warm you feel, glad for Emily's reappearance. You try on the shoes she brings, opting for the shorter heels for the sake of your own dignity.Â
Johnny distracts you as Gaz pays for the items, spending far too much on you but neither will let you complain. It's what they're supposed to do.Â
They are your pack after all.Â
âWhat about lingerie?â Johnny asks, turning to look at you as you sit in the car.Â
Your face burns at his question. You hadn't thought about that bit.Â
âGotta dress up the whole fit.â He wiggles his eyebrows at you.Â
âLay off her, perv.â Gaz says, smacking Johnny's chest. âHe's right though, gotta make sure the whole outfit matches.â
You feel like you might implode in the backseat. You might not make it to Saturday at this rate.Â
You wake early on Saturday. You don't have to be up early. There's nothing going on until tonight, no need for you to rise earlier than the sun. Yet, you can't help the anticipation burning in your stomach, the nervous fluttering in your chest. Tonight you're going to sleep with Price for the first time. Tonight you'll allow him closer than you've ever allowed anyone.Â
You have an outfit, you have fancy underwear, even new shoes. You're not sure how you want to wear your hair. You're not sure on makeup either, though Price has seen you plenty without it and has yet to offer any complaints.Â
You grab your phone, laying in bed and scrolling hair tutorials until the sun comes up and you start hearing movement in the hallway. You donât bother changing, pulling on shoes before stepping out. You are hungry, even after spending half the day in town and eating dinner out with Gaz and Johnny yesterday. You slip out the door, coming face to face with Ghost. You tilt your head back, staring up at him.Â
âDidnât expect to see you.â He grumbles. âFigured youâd be busy getting ready.âÂ
âIâve got like ten hours until I have to be ready.â You say, blinking up at him. âIt doesnât take that long.âÂ
He lets out a huff, rolling his eyes. âCome on.âÂ
You follow him out of the barracks, but you find yourself not having to speed walk quite as fast to keep up with him today.Â
âAre you upset?â You ask, kicking up your pace a bit so you can walk side by side with him.Â
âAbout what?â He asks.Â
âPrice and I.â You say.Â
âWhy would I be?â He sounds genuinely baffled that youâre asking him.Â
You shrug. âYouâre an alpha in the pack too, and I didnât really ask anyone but Price.âÂ
âPrice is your alpha.â He says, as if itâs the most straightforward thing in the world. Heâs not wrong, Price is the only one that really matters when it comes to you, since heâs the pack alpha, and heâll be the one claiming you.Â
âWould you ever want to be?â You ask, looking up at him.Â
He meets your gaze as he opens the door to the mess, not answering as you slip into the hall. He stands closer to you than he normally does as you get in line for food, tailing you like a shadow as you find Johnny among the drowsy and hungover soldiers in the mess.Â
You take a seat across from him, Ghost taking his spot next to Johnny. You can feel the nerves beginning to take hold as you eat, thinking about your date tonight. Itâs not like you really have to impress Price much, though you suppose you could make him dislike you rather easily. Youâd rather avoid that situation, as thereâs no getting out of mating and being claimed by him. Youâre going to be part of his pack whether he likes you or not.Â
What if he finds you boring? Youâre not even sure what you could talk about. Itâs not like you do much, and he already knows most everything he can about you. The only thing you have to talk about are things youâd rather not discuss during your first date. Youâd prefer not to discuss them at all.Â
âYouâll be fine.â Johnny says as you walk back to the barracks. âJust get âim talking, and ye wonât need tae worry about gettinâ a word in yourself.âÂ
Johnnyâs words do make you giggle. Youâre sure Price has so much more to talk about than you do. You barely know anything about him in general.Â
Itâs ironic that youâre more nervous about dinner than you are about the fact Price is going to take your virginity tonight.Â
You did ask for this. Itâll be good, getting to know him before your heat starts. The idea of going through your heat with a virtual stranger is terrifying to you, and Price had so willingly offered to do this so that doesnât happen, so you feel more comfortable with being mated and claimed by someone you at least somewhat know. This is your chance to get to know your pack alpha, your alpha before youâre forced to. This is your chance to make your own decision, to have some control over a life thatâs been dictated for you this far.Â
You spend the morning in a nervous panic, looking up tips online, tutorials, possible questions he might ask and thinking up answers that will make you sound interesting at least. Answers that wonât just be parroting things that he already knows. Gaz brings you lunch, letting you continue to prepare for your date, knowing the chances of you having a breakdown if youâre forced around people are high right now.Â
You give yourself ample time to get ready, showering and moisturizing, making sure you smell clean and look nice. You do your hair, taking your time to make yourself look decent. You opt for minimal make up, wanting to make yourself seem like you at least put a little effort into your looks.Â
You're strapping on your shoes when the knock comes at the door. Six o'clock sharp, just as you expected. You take a deep breath, adjusting your dress before you open the door.
John is standing on the other side, dressed in a button up shirt and slacks. You look him over, the fresh scent of cologne reaching your nose. His eyes rake your form, his scent slipping through the cologne as his gaze darkens a bit. Gaz was right. He does look like he wants to devour you.Â
âYou clean up nicely.â You say, looking him over again. His shirt hugs his muscles nicely, his pants obviously tailored to fit him. You haven't seen him in anything but fatigues and civilian clothes so far.Â
âWas going to say the same to you.â He says, lips pulling up into a smile. âYou look beautiful, sweetheart.âÂ
Your cheeks warm at the compliment. âThank you.â
âHungry?â He asks, offering you an arm.Â
âAlways.â You say, taking his arm, letting him lead you towards the rec room.Â
The lights inside are dimmed, the table usually reserved for games set up with a tablecloth and candles, along with two plates covered with cloches, and a bottle of wine. You're not sure when he managed to procure the wine, or maybe he had it saved and decided this was as good a time as any.Â
âWow.â You say, impressed by the effort he obviously put into everything.Â
âI bribed the boys out of here for a few hours.â He says, leading you to the table. âWasn't easy.â
âI bet.â You say, sitting down in one of the chairs, letting him push it in for you.Â
He pours you both glasses of wine before taking the cloches off the plates. You blink in surprise at the meal on the plate. Spaghetti, a salad, and bread. It's so simple, yet it takes you right back to weeknight dinners at home.Â
âYou made this?â You ask as he takes the seat across from you.Â
He nods. âI've amassed many skills over the years. I'm no five star chef, but I can throw things together in a pinch.â
âWell it looks good.â You say, picking up your fork.Â
It tastes good too. It's so simple, yet it's one of the best things you've eaten in the last month. You miss a lot of things about America, and the food is starting to be one of those.Â
You and John make small talk as you eat, the wine warming your body and easing your nerves.Â
âHow long has it been,â You ask him as you clear your plate. âSince you were with an omega last?â
âTwo years.â He says, taking a sip of wine.Â
Your eyes widen in surprise. You know they've been with omegas in the past, taking advantage of barrack bunnies and the swaths of willing omegas you know populate near military bases. You just hadn't thought it would be that far back in the past.
âRight around the time the task force was created.â He continues. âWe were too busy bonding and working on the task force, by the time we had a moment long enough for anything like that, we didn't need them anymore.â
âThat must have been torture.â You say, staring at him wide eyed.Â
âWe're trained for that sort of thing.â He says with a smile. âHow to fight off those urges, those needs. When you're in the field, something like that could get you killed. You don't pass selection into the SAS until you can show mastery over those skills.â
âDamn.â You say, taking a sip of your wine. âStill, it couldn't have been easy.â
âIt can be hard, once you've been with an omega, to go without. But that's just part of the job.âÂ
âWell, I suppose that's partly why I'm here.â You say, huffing out a laugh.Â
âPerhaps.â He says. âI'm certain we're not getting the full story.â
The double meaning isn't lost on you. There's a lot they don't know about you, things that are safer buried deep where they can't hurt anyone. Things you'd like to keep buried for the rest of time.Â
âItâs nothing...bad is it?â You ask, searching his gaze.Â
âIâd like to think not,â He says.Â
But...Â
You donât need to hear him say it. You know itâs there, lingering at the end of that statement. You wonder how many times heâs been in these situations, forced to place blind trust in someone and hope they have the best intentions in mind. Youâre all too familiar with those sorts of situations. Putting blind trust in strangers was your life purpose as soon as you presented as an omega.Â
âWeâre not going to let anything happen to you.â He says, staring at you with such conviction you canât help but believe him. âYouâre part of our pack, which makes you part of this team, even if bureaucracy says otherwise. We take care of each other, and that includes you. Youâre our omega, regardless of whatever the endgame is for this initiative.âÂ
You feel almost breathless at his words, at his declaration of loyalty to you. You know how much loyalty means to someone like him, the kind of promise words like that uphold. Theyâd give their lives to defend you. Youâd fight to defend them too, if it came down to it. Not that you could do much, but youâd try.Â
âYouâre my omega.â John says, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. âI take care of what's mine.â
You nod, trying to fight the tears welling in your eyes. âI know. You've...you've been a better alpha than I could have ever hoped for. Despite everything you've been kind and caring and understanding. I know some things we learned at the institute werenât right, but...I was expecting a lot worse.â
His thumb draws circles on the back of your hand, his fingers gently squeezing yours. âI'm glad I could prove that wrong. I know this situation is weird and less than ideal, but I fear I'll have to tell Kate she was right. She did pick a good omega.â
You smile, preening a bit under his praise. âThatâs all I can try to be.âÂ
âYou can be so much more than that.â He says, lifting your hand to his lips. His beard tickles your skin as he presses a line of kisses across the back of your hand before turning it, kissing across your palm to your wrist. He presses his nose against the skin there, inhaling deeply. âYouâre sure, about tonight?âÂ
Your fingers brush his cheek as he holds your hand against his face. Your heart is thudding your throat at the proximity, those nervous flutters starting in your stomach again. Heâs giving you an out, a chance to take back what you had asked for. You know he wouldnât blame you. He was more than willing to wait for your heat to start, for when you had no choice, when it would mean less because you would be desperate and needy for him.Â
You donât want that, though. You want him to want you before his instincts tell him he does. You want to know heâs not just fulfilling a duty, scratching an itch thatâs been tickling him for two years now. You want him to want you as you are now. You want him to choose you.Â
âYes.â You say, pressing your palm flat against his cheek. âJust...be gentle with me?âÂ
âOf course.â He says, kissing your palm again. âYou change your mind at any time, you tell me, yeah?âÂ
You nod. âYeah.âÂ
âGood.â He takes your hand in his again, standing from his seat.Â
Nerves mix with excitement as he pulls you to your feet with him, stepping up close to you. His hand lifts, tilting your chin up. Your stomach flutters as you meet his gaze, his eyes warm and soft as he stares at you. Affection shines in them as his thumb brushes your lip before heâs leaning down, pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss is short and sweet, like the ones youâve shared with him before. Yet, at the same time it feels different. Thereâs warmth beginning to blossom under your skin, the kiss not just a simple sign of affection this time. Itâs the overture, the appetizer, just a teasing taste of whatâs to come.Â
You hold his hand as he leads you down the hallway, heels clacking on the tile floor. It makes your face warm, the thought that they all know what it means, they can hear it and they know whatâs about to happen. They know where youâre going, what youâre about to do.Â
John opens his door, motioning for you to enter. You havenât been in any of their rooms yet, you havenât invaded their own sacred spaces. Your steps are slow and cautious as you breach that barrier, Johnâs scent washing over you as you step into his room.Â
Itâs neat and tidy, just as you expected it would be. Itâs not laid out all that differently from your own, though perhaps a bit more organized and clinical than yours. Thereâs a shelf next to his nightstand, stuffed with books and what you can assume are souvenirs from places heâs been. Thereâs stacks of papers on the desk, his clothes and shoes tucked away neatly in their places. His bed is slightly bigger than yours, and you wonder if thatâs a perk of his status, or if he pulled some strings once he learned he was getting an omega.Â
The door clicking shut draws your attention back to John, the click of the handle a finality. Youâre doing this. Thereâs no going back now.Â
Not that you want to.Â
John steps up to you, staring down at you. You stare up into his eyes as his hand comes to rest on your waist, his touch hot through the thin fabric of your dress. âYouâre sure you want to do this?â He asks, voice rumbling in his chest.Â
You nod, your hands slowly sliding up his arms, feeling the muscle hidden beneath his dress shirt. âYes.âÂ
His lips meet yours, beard tickling your skin as he kisses you. You let him lead, leaning into him as he pulls you closer against his chest. Heâs so warm, so firm under your hands as you grip his shoulders. His hand slides from your hip to your back, a gasp parting your lips as his calloused fingers touch the bare skin of your back. Goosebumps raise on your skin, a shiver running down your spine at his touch. He tilts his head, taking advantage of your parted lips to slip his tongue into your mouth.
He tastes like wine, a quiet sound leaving your throat as he pulls you tighter against him, pressing your body into his. You can feel all of him, the hard ridges, the strength in his body as he cages you in his arms. Your head is spinning, intoxicated purely by the smell and taste of him.Â
Something rumbles deep in his chest, your entire body shivering in response. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, your hips pressed flush against his. You can feel him, the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach. Youâve been able to smell the musky tinge of arousal in his scent all evening, and you wonder how long heâs been hard. Has it been since he saw you? Or has he been thinking about this all day?Â
The thought thrills you, makes your omega preen in the back of your mind. You did this. Your alpha is all worked up because of you.Â
A whimper leaves your lips as his hand slips lower, smoothing over the curve of your ass. He mumbles a curse against your lips before they blaze a path down the line of your jaw to your neck. You tilt your head, bearing your throat for him. A low rumble of approval vibrates through his chest, his hand squeezing your ass. The sound has your omega practically belly up, the dampness between your thighs intensifying as your scent gets heavier in the air.Â
John groans against your throat, teeth nipping at your neck just over your scent gland. âSuch a good girl for me.â He groans, his hand on your ass guiding your hips to grind against his. âSuch a good omega.âÂ
You whine at the praise, hands blindly sliding down his chest to pull at the buttons of his shirt. Your fingers are trembling slightly from excitement, fumbling as you attempt to get his shirt off. You need to feel him, his skin against yours, the warmth of him pressed against you.Â
âEasy pup.â His voice rumbles against your throat, teeth nipping at the delicate skin before he pulls back, hands taking over to strip him of his button up and undershirt.Â
You lick your lips as his skin is revealed to you, your hand automatically lifting to touch him. You hesitate for a half a second but he makes no move to stop you. Your eyes trail over his form, over the many, many scars that decorate his skin like some kind of macabre painting. Lines and jagged slices, the telltale star shaped marks of bullet wounds. Cuts and nicks from knives or bullets, you canât tell the difference.Â
Your fingers settle on a rather large scar on his side, starting at the base of his ribs and curling around his side. Itâs an old scar, but the skin is still rough and uneven. Whatever had caused it, it took a chunk out of him. You donât want to think about it, about how every scar could have been a close call. How many times heâs been on the brink of death.Â
âIâll tell you about them later.â He says, taking your hand in his and lifting it to his lips. He kisses your fingertips, his beard tickling your skin. âTonight is about you.âÂ
He pulls you close again, leaning down to press his lips to yours. His hands are warm against your back as he wraps himself around you again, trapping your hands against his bare chest. Your nails dig into his skin as his hands sink lower, grabbing handfuls of your ass. He groans, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip. He presses you backwards, and you trust him to guide you until your legs hit the side of his bed.Â
âGonna be a good girl for me, yeah?â He growls, his voice rough around the edges as his alpha slips through.Â
âYes, alpha!â You gasp against his lips, your head tilting back in submission.Â
âAlways such a good omega for me.â He praises you, teeth nipping at your throat. âGood omegas kneel for their alphas.â He says, pushing you backwards so you plop down on his bed. âBut a good alpha,â He slowly lowers himself before you, dropping to one knee, then the other as his hands wrap around your ankles. âKneels for his omega.â
Your face warms as you stare down at him, unable to do anything but watch as his hands make quick work of your shoes, setting them neatly beside the bed. His skin is rough against yours as his hands drag up your legs, slowly parting them. He moves himself closer, kneeling between your parted thighs. His beard scratches the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he reaches up, pushing on your stomach until you're laying flat on his bed. He can see up your skirt now, and you're silently glad for the lacy panties Johnny had insisted on.Â
âDo you trust me?â His lips brush your inner thigh as his hands pause just at the hem of your skirt where it's ridden up almost to your hips.Â
âYes, alpha.â You say, lifting your head to stare down at him.Â
He meets your gaze as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, his hands continuing to press upwards until your dress is hiked around your waist. Your heart is fluttering rapidly in your chest as you stare down at him, his gaze leaving your eyes to stare at the soaked lace barely covering your most private parts.Â
His hands leave your hips to curl around the lace, giving it a sharp tug. The fabric snaps easily, the shreds falling to the floor. Your lip part as you stare at him in shock. Â
âI'll buy you a new pair.â He says, his hands gripping your thighs to pull them further apart.Â
The cool air in the room hits your slicked folds, making you shudder. He's barely touched you and already you can feel how slick you are. His lips press against your inner thigh again, blazing a path upwards. His gaze meets yours again as his hands shift to grip your hips, adjusting your position on the bed before he leans in, dragging his tongue through your folds.Â
You gasp at the foreign sensation, your thighs pressing against his broad shoulders. His mouth is warm as it closes over your pussy, his tongue licking another slow stripe up your folds until he reaches the spot that has your inhale turning into a gasp.Â
He focuses his attention there, dragging slow lines across your clit with his tongue. You let your arms give out, laying flat on the bed again. Little whimpers leave your lips as he teases your clit, your thighs already trembling. Itâs been so long since youâve touched yourself. Not since before you left the institute four months ago.Â
You donât last very long.Â
Your thighs squeeze around his shoulders as your orgasm is ripped from you suddenly. You let out a cry thatâs probably too loud, but you donât care who could have heard you as your back arches off the bed, pressing your hips closer to Johnâs face. His hands hold your thighs, keeping you still as his tongue continues to tease your clit, working you through your orgasm.Â
Itâs not until youâre writhing in his grasp, letting out little whimpers that he relents, lifting his face from between your thighs. His beard is shiny with your juices, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Itâs obscene and yet, it has heat pulsing straight between your legs again. He lets out a chuckle, the scent of your arousal washing over him.Â
âFuckin sweet as sugar, love.â He says as he pushes himself up from between your legs, his body folding over yours on the bed.Â
His face presses into your neck, inhaling deeply. Your pussy flutters at the thought of him claiming you now, sinking his teeth into your skin to mark you as his forever. He could. It would be so easy for him to do it. His tongue laves over the skin covering your scent gland, a shiver running through you. Your arms wrap around him, holding him against you as your scents mingle, musky with arousal.Â
âAlpha...â You whine, your hips pressing up against the bulge in his pants. Heâs fully hard now, the fabric of his pants providing delicious friction against your folds.Â
He shushes you, pressing a kiss to your throat before he pushes himself up over you. âSoon, love.â He says, moving until heâs standing in front of you. âThink youâre a bit overdressed still.âÂ
Your eyes dart down to his pants. âSo are you.âÂ
He smirks, his hands dropping to your waist, slowly pushing your dress up higher. You let him slip it over your head, lifting your arms to help him. Youâre bare before him, warmth spreading through your veins as he stares down at you. Your hands lift, coming to rest on his thighs. You can feel the muscle through the fabric, the strength of him beneath your hands. How easily he could take control, pin you down and take what he wants with little regard for you or your pleasure. How easily he could hurt you, snap your bones like theyâre toothpicks, bruise and batter your body without even straining a muscle.Â
Yet he stands here, patiently watching as your hands move closer and closer to the prominent bulge in his fitted pants. He doesnât even twitch as your hand cups his hard length, your breath stuttering at the sheer size of him. Heâs big like most alphas are, or so youâve heard.Â
His eyes stare into you as you undo his belt, popping the button on his pants open. He finally moves as you pull down the zipper, helping you tug his pants and briefs down. His cock stands at attention, almost as stiff as he is. You stare at his veiny cock with wide eyes, the tip flushed almost red with how hard he is.Â
âChrist.â You breathe, staring at him in awe.Â
You did that.Â
âEasy, love.â He says, leaning down to wrap an arm around your waist. âI said tonight was about you.âÂ
He moves you so youâre laid out on the bed, your head hitting his pillow. The scent of him floods your nose as he joins you on the bed, the frame creaking as he kneels between your legs. Nerves twist in your stomach as you continue to stare at his cock bobbing between his thighs as he runs his hands along your legs. Itâs going to hurt, you know that. It suddenly seems daunting, this request. At least during your heat youâd be so out of it with need you wouldnât really feel anything. And youâd have plenty of slick to help.Â
âNone of that.â He says, squeezing your thighs gently. âI told you Iâd take care of you.âÂ
You nod, swallowing thickly.Â
âWeâve got more work to do before we reach that point. Iâm not just going to stuff my cock into you like some needy pup.â He stares at you. âYou tell me and Iâll stop, alright?âÂ
You nod again. âYes, alpha.âÂ
Your breath hitches as his hands reach the junction of your thighs, one moving to your stomach, the other dragging through your folds, gathering your wetness on his fingers. Theyâre so much thicker than your own, your pussy clenching as he presses against the entrance.Â
âRelax for me, love.â He says, rubbing gentle circles on your stomach with his thumb.Â
His finger presses into you and your lips part at the intrusion. You clamp tight around his finger, making him groan.Â
âEasy.â He says, his thumb moving to circle your clit.Â
A breathy whine leaves your lips as his finger presses deeper into you, reaching further than you ever could. Your hand reaches up to thread through his hair, letting the short cropped strands slide through your fingers. Itâs softer than you imagined, though you expect he too had spent the afternoon preparing for tonight as well. The mental image of him lathering himself in moisturizer would have made you laugh if his finger hadnât brushed against a spot inside you that has your hips lifting off the bed.Â
He leans down, lips blazing a path up your stomach, between your breasts to your throat. He swallows your moans as he works you open with his fingers, the lewd sound of his fingers thrusting into your wet pussy only adding to the pleasure coursing through you. You can feel it building within you, heat burning through your veins. Price groans against your lips as your nails scratch his scalp, his cock leaking against your thigh. You want him, need him inside of you. You need to feel him, you need to be close to him.Â
âAlpha, please.â You whimper, tugging at his hair.Â
He stares down at you, eyes blown with lust. âPlease, what?âÂ
âNeed you.â You whimper, grinding against his hand. âPlease, sir.âÂ
Price closes his eyes, letting out a groan. His cock twitches against your thigh, his fingers slipping from you. He breathes out a curse, shifting to open his nightstand. He pulls out a bottle of lube, sitting back on his knees to squirt some into his hand. Youâre plenty slick, but you watch as he rubs the lube on his cock, tossing the bottle back into the open drawer.Â
He kneels between your thighs again, staring down at you as one of his hands comes to rest on your hip. You feel intoxicated, your head spinning from the intensity of his scent around you and the knowledge of whatâs about to happen.Â
Price folds his body over yours again, the head of his cock brushing your folds. You moan into his mouth as he kisses you, parting your thighs further for him as his tip catches on your opening. Your hands grip his shoulders as he presses into you, the stretch stinging a bit as he works you open. This is it. Thereâs no going back now.Â
You donât want to.Â
You whimper quietly as he pushes into you, nails biting into his skin. Itâs too much, yet you canât get enough of it as he sinks further in. You let out a shaky breath as he pulls away from your lips staring down at your face.Â
âAlright?â He asks, stilling where he is.Â
You nod. âJust need a moment. Youâre really big.âÂ
His lips twitch up into a smile, a pleased growl rumbling through his chest. âDonât start talking like that, love.â He says, leaning down to press kisses to your face.Â
âOr what?â You ask, your nails digging harder into his skin.Â
âI might not be able to control myself.â He growls, his alpha slipping out around the edges of his voice.Â
Your pussy clenches at his words, walls clamping down around him. He lets out another growl, hiking your leg up over his hip. It forces him deeper into you, your breath catching at the feeling of him spreading you open.Â
âFuck,â You breathe, rocking your hips to take him even deeper into you.Â
Johnâs arms frame your head as he presses his body against yours. Your arms slip around his back, legs locking around his waist as he begins to move slowly, working himself deeper and deeper into you until heâs pressed flush against you. He stills for a moment, pressing his forehead to yours as you both breathe. Youâre trembling just slightly, overwhelmed with being so close to him, to your alpha. The pain and discomfort is gone, replaced by burning heat as desire pulses through your veins.Â
âPlease, alpha.â You whimper.Â
He shushes you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. âIâve got you, omega.âÂ
Your skin is slick with sweat already as he begins to rock his hips into you. Your hands press into his back, feeling the muscles shift and flex as he moves. It feels good, the friction of your bodies, the way he stretches you open with every thrust. Your head is spinning with pleasure at the thought of being so close to another person, being so connected with someone else.Â
Not just someone else, with your alpha.Â
The wet squelch of your pussy as he thrusts into you is loud, the mattress creaking as he picks up speed. Youâre trembling, your thighs squeezing around his hips as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. Youâre not sure how heâs lasted this long, especially without any sort of release for himself yet tonight.Â
Perhaps it was the training he spoke about earlier.
Youâre not sure how he manages it. You couldnât have that kind of control. Not after this. Not after knowing how good it can feel, how good he can make you feel.Â
âFucking feel so good.â He grunts, his breath fanning her ear. His own skin is slicked with sweat, muscles twitching under her hands. âSo fucking tight and warm.âÂ
âJohn!â You gasp, digging your fingers into his shoulder blades as he picks up the pace even more, his hips snapping against yours.Â
âGonna cum for me? Gonna cum like a good omega? Need you to cum for me.â He grunts, staring down at you.Â
You let out a whine, arching against him as you seek your second high of the night. His cock brushes that spot inside of you, stars nearly erupting behind your eyes.Â
âRight there.â You gasp, thighs shaking around his hips. âFuck, right there!âÂ
Youâre being loud but you donât care, nails dragging down his back as he focuses his thrusts right at that spot inside you. You cum with a cry, pussy squeezing around him. He lets out a loud groan, his hips stilling as he twitches inside you. His muscles go lax, his body falling on top of yours. He manages to keep himself from squishing you beneath him, his face pressing against your neck.Â
The smell of sex, arousal, sweat, and your own combined scents are heavy in the air. Youâre shaking, still wrapped tightly around John as he lays on top of you. Heâs breathing heavily, warm breaths fanning against your neck. You donât want to move, your mind buzzing with the aftershocks of your orgasm still.Â
âAlright?â He murmurs, lips pressing a gentle kiss against your throat.Â
You nod, slowly unwinding yourself from around him. âYeah. âM good.âÂ
âFucking Christ, a man could get addicted to that.â He says, lifting his face from your neck. âSweet little omega.âÂ
Your face warms more than it already feels, and you lean into his touch as his fingers brush your cheek.Â
âLet me go get something to clean this mess up with.â He says, pushing himself up so heâs kneeling.Â
You canât help but giggle as his joints pop and he lets out a groan at the effort. âNeed a break, old man.âÂ
His eyes flash playfully, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. âGoing with the old man insults again, huh?âÂ
You give him a look. âYouâre the one grunting while getting up.âÂ
You let out a surprised yelp as he brings his hand down on your thigh, the skin tingling as he gets up. âIâll show you old man.â He murmurs as he heads for his en suite.Â
You bite your lip as you begin to feel his release slipping out of you, the feeling causing desire to stir in your stomach once more.Â
John tsks as he comes back, wiping the mess between your thighs. âNeedy little thing.â He practically purrs, stepping away to toss the rag into the bathroom sink before he returns, climbing back onto the bed.
You press as close to him as you can, nuzzling into his neck. Your limbs are still twitching a bit, your mind buzzing from the aftermath of what had just transpired. John wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest. You press a gentle kiss to his neck, earning a rumble in response. Your own rumble starts up as you purr contently, tossing a leg over his hip to allow you to get as close to him as possible.Â
He huffs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âComfortable?âÂ
You purr louder in response, sleep beginning to fog the corners of your mind.Â
âGood girl.â He says, pressing another kiss to your head. âSleep. Alphaâs got you.â
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diphenhydramine | s.r.
in which reader has a hard time getting to sleep at night, leading to Spencer's step by step instruction of which hormones help you fall asleep
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who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: unprotected p in v sex, fingering, spencer infodumps while fingering you, restlessness, ambien, sex as a sleep aid, effective but not recommended, physiology, female masturbation, insecurity, reader doesn't pee after sex which you really should do, no clean up, but fanfiction isn't real. softdom!spencer. not thoroughly proofread. word count: 1.99k a/n: i thought i had this scheduled so imagine my surprise when i went to check tumblr and it wasn't posted. ANYWAYS. this one goes out to all the girlies with chronic sleep issues (me) and the person who requested this. don't like, don't read.
Your pillow was warm. Surely that was what was hindering your ability to sleep. Lifting your head, you flip your pillow over, resting your head on the cool side and turning to your other side.
Facing Spencer, you pull your arm out from under the covers, wondering if you should only change one variable at a time to see what actually helps you get to sleep. Huffing, you shut your eyes again, the usually muted traffic outside of your apartment seeming extraneously loud for this time of night.
You couldnât put a name to it, but there was something keeping you up at night. Youâd always had sleep issues, but your restlessness from the last several weeks was unprecedented.
âAngel,â your boyfriend says from next to you, reaching his hand out and placing it on your waist, trying to drag you across the sheets and into his arms.
Willingly, you move to his side of the bed, leaving space between the two of you to keep your body coolâmaybe you were just too warm to sleep. âDid I wake you?â You ask, peering up at him through your eyelashes. He looks so ethereal in the diffused moonlight that seeps in through the closed curtains, the cool light falling over the harsh edges of his face.
He hums in response, opening his eyes and casually slipping a hand under your sleep shirt, resting his palm on your bare waist, âNo,â he murmurs, even though you know heâs lying through his teeth. âWhatâs wrong?â
âCanât sleep,â you tell him miserably, sticking out your lower lip even though he likely canât see your faceâhis eyes would need to adjust to the darkness.
He shifts under the covers, gently skimming the pad of his thumb over your ribcage, âHave you tried Ambien?â
Your primary care physician prescribed sleeping pills for you, but you didnât have any interest in taking them. âSo I can end up at the Lincoln Memorial with my underwear on my head? No, thanks.â
âI would be very impressed if you managed to sleepwalk all the way to the National Mall,â he muttered, his voice clearing as he became more alert.
You sigh in exhaustion, âIâm multifaceted.â
Spencer kisses your forehead, âGo to sleep, multifaceted.â
âI canât,â you complain, watching him through your eyelashes, âIâm open to suggestions.â
Your boyfriend groans at your impertinence, âYou could try taking the pills that your doctor prescribed to you.â
Rolling your eyes in the dark, you tuck some stray hairs behind your ear, âNope. Any other ideas in that big brain of yours?â
âHas anyone ever told you that you get kind of snippy when you get tired?â Spencer asks rhetorically.
Frowning in defeat, you consider going out to the living room to watch something on the TV. At least that way you would be able to let Spencer get some sleep. âAre you telling me that thereâs nothing youâve read recently that has any kind of information on remedies for restlessness?â
Next to you, Spencer stiffens, and you wonder if heâs cold. You turned on the ceiling fan in an attempt to cool down, âThere are always new articles on sleep remedies, but none youâd be interested in.â
Your eyes flicker to the alarm clock on his bedside table, just past three in the morning, âIâm open to anything.â
âOrgasms produce some of the same hormones that are conducive to falling asleep,â he whispers, his ministrations on your waist coming to a halt.
Sighing, you flop onto your back, âI already tried that.â
Heâs silent for a moment, âWere you touching yourself while I was in bed next to you?â There was a new lilt in his voice, some sort of shift as the type of frustration he was feeling changed.
Considering your options, you cross your arms in front of your stomach, staring up at the spinning blades of the ceiling fan, âYeah, but I didnâtâ I couldnâtââ
âYou couldnât make yourself come?â He finishes for you, the words that you couldnât get out slipping easily past his lips.
It shouldnât embarrass you, but you find your face warming under the cover of night anyways. âNo,â your answer comes out as barely more than an exhale, âI couldnât quite get there.â
With his hand now resting on your abdomen, your attention laser focusing on the way his pinky finger skimmed the elastic band of your panties, âDo you want me to try?â
Honestly, it wouldnât be much of an attempt, like every other aspect of his life, pleasing you is something Spencer excels at. âI want you to go to sleep. Iâm sorry for waking you,â you decline his offer.
He doesnât move his hand, âAre you sure? Iâm offering, if youâre accepting.â
âI-â you falter, âI guess it doesnât hurt to try, but only if you want to.â You were perfectly fine with going to the couch and wasting the night away in front of the TV screen. Youâve clocked a lot of time with the early morning newscast recently.
Spencer twists his wrist in response, looking at you in the cool light of the room, âIâm always interested in pleasing you.â He speaks to you quietly, retaining the reverent tones of the morning while slipping his hand deeper into your underwear. His index finger slipping easily through your folds, âOh, you got close,â he whispers.
Thereâs no resistance as his finger breaches your entrance, already deeper than your fingers had gotten. Your mouth falls open, a small, choked gasp escaping your throat as your hand instinctively grabs at Spencerâs wrist, âYeah.â
His motions are slow and precise, making sure you can feel every slight movement as he withdraws his finger before sliding it back into your pussy. Adding a second finger before his other hand pulls down at your underwear, haphazardly leaving them around your thighs before finding a rhythm. The peace of the night pauses only for the crude sounds from you, muffled by the blanket strewn over your bodies.
Gently, Spencer presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, maintaining the thrusts of his hand as he slowly encircles the sensitive nub, âSpence.â Your voice is a breathy laugh in recognition of just how quickly he can get you there.
There was something about having someone else touch you. When you do it yourself, you can hold yourself back or overthink it, but with Spencerâs hands on youâor in you, ratherâthere was nothing to hold back. âSex can help you sleep for the simple reason that itâs physical activity, but itâs when you cum that your body releases hormones that can actually help you sleep,â his ministrations donât suffer as a result of his physiology lesson. If anything, it all becomes more intense.
A sharp, high-pitched noise comes out of your mouth, the all too familiar knot in your lower belly coiling. And coiling. And coiling. âSo, you canââ your voice cuts out as you gasp, âYou can literally fuck me to sleep?â
Spencer hums a confirmation, âSex reduces cortisol levels, and your bodyâs going to release oxytocin and prolactin,â he assures you, âand those will induce pleasant and relaxing feelings. All of which means I get to fuck you to sleep tonight.â
ââm close,â you breathe, closing your eyes as the pressure in your core nears unbearable levels. âOh, Spence,â you say, your grip tightening on his wrist as his hands donât let up on you.
His unoccupied hand reaches up to your face, gently sweeping hair off of your forehead in a way that makes you dizzy, his head falling to your shoulder before he kisses the worn fabric of your t-shirt, âYou can cum, baby. Itâs okay.â
He doesnât want you to hold it in, so you donât. Your head tips back into the pillows as the coil in your belly snaps, going off like a slingshotâsharp and quick.
Spencerâs fingers keep working you through your orgasm, slowing at the same pace that your orgasm does, the sheets sticking to your back as you slowly unarch, coming back to the surface as the pleasure of your orgasm drifts away almost as quickly as it came.
Every part of your body trembles as you fall away from your high, hooded eyelids staring over at your boyfriend as you catch your breath. Timidly, you reach down and push your underwear down your legs, kicking them off into the abyss of sheets to be discovered at a later date as you turn on your side.
âYouâre so pretty,â he whispers, shifting under the covers as he pulls his cock out of his boxer briefs.
You hum, scooting yourself closer to him on the mattress, heat emanating from his body in a way that you now find welcoming, âYou canât even see me.â
Grabbing your thigh, Spencer slings your leg over his waist, opening your body to him, âNot right now,â he admits, âBut I know you. I know the way you look right now, while Iâm slipping myself into you.â His voice is low, but your attentions are focused on the feeling of his tip at your pussy, slowly pushing into you. He lets your body adjust, this isnât an angle he usually takes you at, but you can feel every single ridge as he moves.
âI know the glossy look your eyes have right now,â he mutters, pushing your lower back closer to him, leaving his cock impossibly deep in you. âA combination of the orgasm that you just had and the sensations youâre feeling right now.â
You shudder at his words, tentatively rolling your hips against him, silently signaling to him that youâre ready for him to move. A soft cry escapes your lips as he withdraws his hips, pushing himself back into you while your cunt throbs around his length, âSpence.â
He grunts in response, finding a steady, gentle rhythm as your mind goes blank. You find yourself searching for that high again, âYou feel so good, angel. So, so good.â His voice is low as he pulls your body closer to him still, âFuck.â
âSpence,â your voice cracks at stimulation, overwhelming you as he breathes into the crook of your neck. You dig your nails into his back, trying to keep yourself from screaming as his hand slips between your conjoined bodies, swiping softly at your clit.
Spencer keeps moving, fucking into you as his movements grow messier and messier with each passing thrust. âYouâre so pretty,â he repeats, seeing your features in the soft moonlight as your mouth gapes and your second orgasm quickly approaches.
Whimpering, you bite down on your lower lip, your leg thatâs slung over him shaking uncontrollably as you chase your orgasm, âOh my god,â you gasp helplessly.
âSo good for me. Let it go, Iâm close too,â he says, continuing his motions even as your pussy clenches around his length, the waves of your orgasm pulsating around him, sending him hurtling toward his own.
Stars dance in front of your eyes, and you let them fall shut. His movements come to a stop and you loose a sigh of relief at the realization that youâre exhausted. âDonât go,â you mumble.
Spencer presses a soft kiss to your lips, holding you close to him with one arm while readjusting his underwear with the other. âI wonât,â he whispers, âYou need to call your doctor about wanting new sleeping pills.â
You grunt in response, too close to sleep to form a coherent response.
âIâm not opposed to a more natural remedy, but Iâm not always around at night, and I need to know youâre sleeping at night,â he tells you, his voice growing softer as sleep threatens to take him.
Humming, you nuzzle closer to him, letting your body melt into the mattress as you finally fall asleep. Staying cold was no longer a concern, staying close to Spencer was.
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So Disco Elysium is the only game you've ever really liked
I get it! It's a phenomenal game with superb art and writing, and its themes are consistent and deeply explored. It sets a high bar for video games. But there are other really, really fantastic games out there. This is a list that is 100% my own taste of things that aren't necessarily similar, other than the fact that they're really fucking good. (A lot of these are on sale for the Steam Summer Sale until July 11 2024!)
In Stars and Time
In Stars and Time is a time loop game where you play as Siffrin, the rogue of a party at the end of their quest to save the day by defeating the King, who is freezing everybody in time! But something is wrong: every time you die, you loop back to the day before you fight the King. You're the only one who remembers the loops, so it's up to you to figure out why it's happening, and how to break out.
In Stars and Time is a heart-wrenching dive into mental health, friendship, and love. It's about feeling alone, and how awful it is when the people who love you don't notice (and how awful it is when they do). It's about falling deeper and deeper into your worst self and your worst tendencies, and how to come back from it.
The creator also did one of my favorite Disco Elysium comics ever, which is only tangentially relevant but worth mentioning.
Roadwarden
In Roadwarden, you play as the titular Roadwarden for an undeveloped and "wild" part of the kingdom. Monsters roam the forests and roads, and it's your job to keep people safe. On paper, anyway. Your real mission is to find out what is of value in the area, and how to take it from its people. How well you perform this task is up to you. It's an oldschool text-based RPG, and I take a lot of notes by hand when I play.
Roadwarden explores exploitation and industrialization by making you look in the face of your potential victims. You can only learn what your bosses want you to report on by getting close to the residents, after all. There are mysteries to be solved, secrets to be gathered, and hearts to win.
The Longing
The Longing is an adventure-idle game where you play as the solitary servant of a sleeping king. Your task is to wait for him, for four hundred days. Time in the game passes in realtime (for the most part). There are caves to explore, books to be read, and drawings to make.
The Longing is about loneliness and depression. It's about whether or not you decide to stay in that hole, and if you do, what you do with yourself while you're there. Maybe you'll wander. Maybe you'll stare at a wall. Maybe you'll just sleep until it's all over.
Papers, Please
Papers, Please casts you as a newly hired customs officer in a country that is rapidly tightening its borders as its fascist government tightens its fist. This game is stressful. Sometimes you intend to help out the revolutionaries when they asked, but then you got so stressed out trying to make your quota so you can feed your family and pay your bills that you didn't notice the name of the person they were hoping to contact while going through their papers. Sometimes someone puts a bomb in front of you and expects you to defuse it. Sometimes someone suggests you steal people's passports so you can get your family out, and with the horror you see daily, the idea tempts you more than you'd like.
Papers, Please is all about hard choices and testing your moral fortitude. Everything you do has consequences. Being a good person in this game is hardly ever rewarded, but not in a way that feels overly cynical. Papers, Please asks you what kind of person you want to be and what you're willing to sacrifice to get there.
The Return of the Obra Dinn
From the creator of Papers, Please, The Return of the Obra Dinn is a game where you play as an insurance investigator for the East India Trading Company. The ship the Obra Dinn has just floated back into port, its entire crew missing or dead. It's your job to figure out what happened aboard the vessel. For insurance reasons.
I don't know how to go into the themes of this too deeply without giving away too much, but the mechanics of the game itself make the game worth playing. You have a magic stopwatch that allows you to go back to the moment of a person's death, allowing you to try and figure out who (or what) killed them, and how. And the soundtrack is extremely good.
Outer Wilds
In Outer Wilds you play as an unnamed alien, and it's your first day going to space! Your planet's space program is pretty new still, so there's still lots to explore and discover on the planets within your system. There are ancient ruins from a mysterious race that once lived in your system, long before your species began to record history. Why were they here? Where did they go? How are they connected to the weird thing that keeps happening to you?
The fun of Outer Wilds is in the discovery and answering your own questions. The game never tells you where to go, and it never outright tells you anything. There are clues scattered through the system, and it's up to you to put them together and figure out your next steps. It's about the way that life always goes on, no matter what, even when it seems like the end of everything, forever. I'd recommend NOT reading anything else about this game. Just go play it. Seriously, the less you know, the more fun this is.
If on a Winter's Night, Four Travelers
In If on a Winter's Night, Four Travelers, you explore the circumstances of the deaths of four individuals.
This is a short one that took me about two and a half hours to play. If for no other reason, play it for the stunning pixel art. The game explores sexism, racism, and homophobia in the Victorian era and leans heavily into horror themes. Best of all: it's completely free!
Pentiment
Pentiment takes you to the 16th century, where you take the role of Andreas Maler, a journeyman artist working on his masterwork in the scriptorium of an abbey. When someone is murdered, Andreas takes responsibility for finding the culprit.
The game is set over 20~ years and you get to watch how Andreas' actions affect the village in various ways (who's alive the next time you come by, have people gotten married and had children...). It's an exploration of how the past affects the future, and what parts of that past we choose to keep or discard. It has beautiful art, and fans of both Disco and Pentiment often compare them.
Other games you might wanna check out
Night in the Woods, Dredge, Oxenfree, A House of Many Doors, Inscryption, Slay the Princess, Citizen Sleeper, Chants of Sennar, Loop Hero, The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood, The Pale Beyond, Where the Water Tastes Like Wine, Elsinore, Her Story, Before Your Eyes, Pathologic (not delved into above because the venn diagram of Pathologic fans and Disco fans is basically a circle)
#disco elysium#pentiment#outer wilds#in stars and time#roadwarden#if on a winters night four travelers#papers please#the return of the obra dinn#the longing#video games#hoping so badly there are no glaring errors in this#made this because i have spoken to many people who Dont Play video games but liked disco
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HIS OWN MEDICINE // t. nott
RATING: R / 3.6K WORDS
Theodore Nott x Fem Reader Insert
+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* Your best friend, Pansy Parkinson, suggests fixing your boyfriendâs flirting problem by giving him a taste of his own medicine.
+ WARNINGS - SMUT! (P in v) Unprotected, spanking, top!theo, bottom!reader, fem!reader, mean dom, innocent reader?, degradation, name-calling, weird authoritative thing going on with Theo (idk), one (1) use of âdaddy,â mild breeding kink, flirting while in relationship, jealousy, not fully proof-read (lmk if I missed any!)
+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -
nobody - Toby Mai
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âI donât want to hear another fucking excuse, Theo!â you screamed, rage flushing your cheeks. It took everything in you not to strangle him right now.
After the third time catching him flirting with another girl, you were ready to walk again. You werenât even sure how many times youâd broken up with him, and how many times heâd broken up with you.
But you were about to add another time.
âPlease, baby, you know itâs not what you think,â he begged, trying to grab your hands. âSheâs just a friendâwe were just chatting.â
âUsually, you can chat with people without your hands wrapped around them! You seemed pretty fucking cozy with her!â
âBaby, come onâŠ,â he cooed, trying to press some kisses to your fingers. Angry, you yanked your hand out of his grasp and tore out of the room. You heard the door slam behind you and ignored the gasps of shock as you shoved through a group of students moving in a unit down the hallway.
You could hardly stand that stupid man right now. If you saw his face again within the next 48 hours, you would punch him.
As you flew down the steps of the Slytherin dormitories and toward the mostly empty common room, you nearly knocked a petite woman over.
The two of you crashed into each other and grunted on impact.
âWatch where youâre goingâMerlin! What are you doing down here, honey? Are you crying?â
It was Pansy, one of your best friends in the entire world. Though the tears had been pooling in your eyes since you stormed out of Theoâs dorm, her question had pushed you over the edge. An angry sob left your lips.
âOh no! What happened?â she cried, wrapping you up in her small frame. Shamelessly, you wept into the folds of her robes. She smelled comforting, like home and daisies. You could hardly hold back the tears that poured down your cheeks.
âItâs Theo!â you gasped. âI broke up with him again!â
âOhâŠagain?â You could practically hear her rolling her eyes. âWhat did he do this time?â
âHe was rubbing up on that stupid Gryffindor girl from last timeâlaughing and going on! I hate him! I never want to see him again!â
âWhy do you let this keep happening?â she asked nonchalantly, patting your head soothingly.
âMe?â you scoffed. âHeâs flirting with other girls!â
âOkay, butâŠyou also keep getting back together with him,â she shrugged.
You pulled away from her and glared a bit. You knew your decision-making on the love aspect of things had never been terrific, but you couldnât help it. Theo was so good to you (besides the flirting thing).
You had tried to rationalize it repeatedly, telling yourself he was just a friendly guy, but he never acted that way to other guysâonly girls. And youâd realized your rationalization was stupid. And that he was just flirting.
âListen,â she started again. âI get it more than anyone else. Theoâs very hard to resistâIâm just saying heâs attractive!â She quickly rushed to defend her words because, after all, though you and Theo were âbroken upâ right now, youâd likely be back together before the end of the week. Thatâs how pathetic you were.
âIf you donât want to break up with him, how about you talk about it with him,â she suggested. âYou need to sit him down, get stern with him, and tell him that heâs not going to talk to these girls the way he is anymore.â
âIâve tried that already, Pans! I practically scream in his face every time he does this shit!â
There was a moment of silence while the both of you seemed to mull the issue over.
âWell, then, how about we try something else?â Pansy said, her eyes glinting mysteriously. Your shuddering breaths paused for a moment as you looked up at her. Whatever she was planning couldnât be good just by the look on her face.
âEr, what do you mean?â you asked, a bit of anxiety creeping up the back of your neck.
âIf you canât get him to stop in your own wayâŠmaybe itâs time to give him a taste of his own medicine.â She smirked wildly, her eyebrows rising above her bangs.
âYou donât meanâ? Oh, no! No, Pansy! Iâm not doing that. I canât do that when Iâve shouted at him for doing it for so long!â
âExactly,â she said. âYouâve asked him to stop repeatedly, but heâs not interested in discussion. He needs a threat.â
Despite the growing burning in the pit of your stomach urging you to accept her suggestion, you still felt horrible even considering it. Theo had never cheated on you; you just felt as though he was too friendly with other girls. But maybe Pansy was right. Maybe he wouldnât understand how frustrating it was until he experienced it himself. It wasnât like you were going to actually cheat on him. Maybe you could just talk to one of his friends and pretend to flirt. Just a little bit.
With the end of your free period growing closer, you decided you would make Theo jealous at dinner. You just had to decide who you would select to help with your antics.
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Your eyes surveyed the Great Hall, flashing back and forth across the immense tables. Familiar faces glanced back at you in passing, their eyes aimlessly wandering as well. You couldnât help but smirk just a bit, knowing your plans. Poor Theo had no idea what he was in for.
After weighing your options for a few minutes, you finally decided that if you really wanted to get to Theo, you needed to hit close to homeâtoo close to home.
Your eyes locked on a familiar face you had often stared at, even before you got together with Theo. Mattheo Riddle.
A dark, brooding masterpiece of a boy. Truly, someone youâd be fawning over if you werenât currently with Theo. But, saying that sounded like a broken record, considering how many girls and boys begged Mattheo for a second glance. You watched him closely, observing for a few moments.
His dark was clenched just a bit as he ran long fingers through his raven curls. It was entirely too much for you to watchâŠjust looking at him had a bit of heat pooling in your stomach.
You couldnât lie. In the few moments youâd forgotten about Theo and planned to make him jealous, the rose-colored glasses had come off, and the dark green ones had slipped over your eyes. Your chest was pounding, and it wasnât for Theo at this very moment.
A prick of courage coursed through your veins and with a deep breath, you were moving quickly toward your target.
Enzo, Theo, and Mattheo sat at the edge of the Slytherin table closest to the Great Hallâs entrance. They gathered around each other, snacking and laughing. Mattheo sat on the table with his feet settled on the bench, Enzo sat just next to his legs on the bench, and Theo sat opposite Enzo. Maybe it was cheesy, but even Mattheoâs small rebellion of sitting on the table rather than the bench was calling your name. To not sound like every Gryffindor currently drooling over Mattheo, he really did have the perfect bad-boy vibe. He was like a sexy Muggle film.
Mattheoâs legs were spread with his elbows settled on his thighsâa dominating posture. His robe was settled over the edge of the table, and his tie was loosened, exposing a sliver of bronze chest and a singular chain dangling beneath the collar of his shirt. Merlin, this was sinful.
Theo caught your eyes and smiled brightly. He waved you over. That particular movement snagged the attention of Mattheo and Enzoâboth of whom found your eyes and smiled in return. Maybe you were over-confident, but you could have sworn Mattheo had looked you slowly up and down as you approached.
Granted, you had changed up your outfit before coming to dinner. It was simple, but you were sure itâd get the job done with how it framed your figure and dipped down your chest. Your hair was styled, and Pansy had granted you her talent for makeup. You felt gorgeous, so you assumed you looked it.
Your wand was slid into the small decorative belt that came with the dress, and your hands were tightened behind your back in a sort of mock innocence. You smiled brightly, eyes only on Mattheo.
Completely ignoring Theo, you walked straight up to the two boys sitting before him. The both of them were looking you up and down now.
âHey, Matty,â you giggled, stopping just before him. Smirking, he slid his arms around your waist and pulled you between his legs, your hips bumping against his core.
âHey, baby,â he whispered. âYouâre awfully bubbly this afternoon.â His voice vibrated against your ear, sending a violent chill down your back. You tried not to let your facade fall, but damn, he was good. You couldnât tell if he was just playing along, seriously into it, or reading your mind. Who knew? Legilimency ran in his family.
âBaby?â Theo asked gently. You could just barely hear his voice past Mattheoâs warm body. âMatty?â
His poor, confused voice made your heart sink a little bit. You immediately felt bad. But this was for his own good. He was feeling what you felt every time he pulled this shit with other girls.
âI canât help it,â you smiled. âI was excited to see you.â
âWhat the fuck? What did he do to get all the attention?â Enzo joked, smiling crookedly.
âAw, but I was excited to see you too, sweetheart,â you cooed, leaning over Mattheoâs thigh to gently touch a finger to his chin.
âI think someoneâs had a bit to drink,â Theo said sternly. You finally made eye contact with him. He was fuming. You swallowed nervously but ignored his threatening gaze. You were doing this for a reason.
âIâm completely sober, Theo,â you said blankly.
âYou wanna go somewhere, mama,â Mattheo whispered against your cheek, his lips brushing your jawline. His arms were still wrapped tightly around your waist, his grip domineering and his scent overwhelming. Why did you want to say yes? Were you a bad person? You werenât sure. This was a bad idea.
You giggled to avoid answering his question. Enzoâs eyebrow quirked at you before giving a glance to Theo.
âWell, I didnât want to have to be the one to say this. But, personally, I feel that we are all close enough now to discuss these things.â Enzo nodded his head. âHave we truly ever considered the possibility of a foursome?â
Theo choked on his drink, Mattheo pretended to gag, and you gasped sharply.
âIâm just sayingâŠitâs a valid question.â
âEnzo, shut up. Now.â Theo gripped his cup tightly, his knuckles bleeding white across his skin.
âMattheo, take your fucking hands off of my girlfriend,â he said, turning to the man above you. âWe need to fucking talk.â
His eyes never left yours as he pulled himself away from the table and walked toward the door. He didnât even need to look back to know that you were trailing behind him with a half-defeated look on your face.
You were a bit frightened of the consequences of your actions, but you were certain that once you explained yourself, heâd be more understanding. You hoped.
Once the two of you were just past the doors of the Great Hall, Theo grasped your hand roughly, and, after being forced through a sickeningly tight tube with a loud suctioning sound, you were standing in Theoâs dormitory. You were a bit dizzy from Disapparating after not doing it for so long, but no amount of churning in your stomach could distract from the raging boy storming straight for you.
âWhat the fuck was that?â Theo shouted, forcing himself up against you. The pressure of his chest pushed you back up against the footboardâs bedpost. As the wood dug into your back, a gasp left your lips.
The way he looked down at you, fuming and jaw clenching, had you flushed ever so slightly. You didnât know what it was, but his anger wasnât pleasuring you as you thought.
An hour ago, youâd have assumed that you would feel amazing because of revenge. Not ⊠something else.
âI was justâŠ,â you trailed off, his eyes drilling holes through yours. Your hands wrapped around the bedpost behind you as you tried to make yourself as small as possible. âI wanted to make you jealous.â
His jaw ticked.
âYou what?â
âIâm sorry,â you flinched at the volume of his words. âYouâre always so friendly and touchy with all of your girl friendsâI just wanted to make you feel the same way.â
âFeel what way?â he demanded.
âJealous,â you whispered, embarrassed. Your eyes tore away from him and cast to the floor. Despite the confidence youâd had a few hours ago, you felt like the smallest woman in the world now.
âJealous? Youâre so pathetic,â he whispered, his voice suddenly soft and chiding. The word made a heat pool between your legs. Your lips parted in a silent gasp. You refused to look at him.
âInstead of just working through our argument earlier like adults, you thought itâd be a good idea to throw yourself on my friends to get a reaction out of me?â
âWell, when you say it like thatââ
âWas it Pansy?â
âWhat?â
He sighed and clenched his jaw in frustration. âDid Pansy Parkinson put this stupid idea into your head?â
You looked down. You were too embarrassed to answer, but he knew. He scoffed and placed a surprisingly gentle finger beneath your chin. He tilted you up to look at him. His eyes were softer now.
âI know that Pansy is a bad influence on you, but you still have to be taught a lesson,â he murmured, his eyes ranging from soft and caring to lustful and mean.
âBut, Iââ
âShut up,â he interrupted, voice stern as steel. âDonât talk anymore, okay?â
Your lips snapped shut and, falling into an embarrassingly well-rehearsed routine, you nodded and forced yourself to keep eye contact with him. However, he had no issue doing so. His crystalline eyes never left your face except for one agonizing second when he dragged them down the length of your body.
You then forgot all of your previous endeavors and realized that Theo was going to have his way with you. He wasnât more understanding, nor had you gotten your revenge. But none of that mattered right now. The heat pooling between your thighs had blurred all possible thoughts that might pass across your mind. The only thing you could see, smell, taste, hear, feel was Theo, Theo, Theo. You sucked in a shaky breath.
His fingers slid around your upper arms, pulling you closer to him. The way he touched you was gentle and slowâa precursor for the aggression that was to come.
âTurn around and bend over,â he whispered. His voice was nothing less than demanding. You couldnât help but comply as if everything depended on your ability to follow his directions. Which, at this moment, it felt that way.
You turned and laid your torso across the length of his bed, tucking your arms beneath your chest. Your cheek lay against the satin comforter as your breath exited your body in short, shuddering pants.
âYou deserve this,â he murmured. âYou know you do.â His handsâso gentleâpushed themselves beneath the hem of your skirt. Your eyes clenched shut as your core pulsated in time with your rapid heartbeat.
The tips of his fingers caressed the curvature of your bare hips. With your intent to seduce, youâd figured you better dress the part as well as act it. For exactly that reason, youâd worn no bottoms beneath the tight dress. You could hear Theo inhale deeply as a single thumb slid over wettened, hot folds. You gasped sharply at the sensation.
âYou wanted this,â he growled. Honestly, you hadnât considered this as one of the outcomes of your little venture, but you wouldnât deny what you currently wanted. With a whimper, you nodded your head and pushed your hips back against him.
A small grunt left his lips as your ass came into contact with his core, already engorged and pulsing, just as you were. You concealed a smirk. Perhaps it was the false persona you had put on this evening, but your confidence shone through the room like a lightbulb.
âVery well,â he sighed. âYouâll get exactly what you wanted, you pathetic slut. The only way you can get what you want is to show your ass in front of all my friends, huh? You couldnât just fucking ask?â With each rhetorical question, he tore another piece of clothing from himself. His anger radiated off of him.
âMy advice, love?â He rolled the fabric of your dress over your ass, allowing the cool air to bite at your core. âNext timeâŠjust fucking ask me to ruin this perfect cunt.â He pushed into you with a relieved groan.
The lack of any preparation had you biting into his comforter. Perhaps no foreplay was your punishment, but he felt too good for you to complain about it.
His hands gripped your hips like a vice as he pulled you back onto him at a sickening pace. He hit every spot inside of you with a bruising force, so hard that your face slid back and forth across his slick comforter. No matter how hard you tried, you couldnât keep a hold on the surface. Theoâs rage-filled thrusts knocked you loose from any grip you gained on his sheets like it was nothing.
âIf you ever pull something like that again, I swear to Merlin, Iâll beat the fuck out of any man who touches you,â he breathed through ragged thrusts. âI donât care if itâs Mattheo or Enzo or some random guyâIâll fucking kill him.â
His words pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Shamelessly, you moaned his name as if it were the last thing youâd ever say. He looked like a god behind you with his hair stuck to his forehead and his lips parted, his sweat circled the air, his name tasted perfect in your mouth, his moans were glorious, and he felt delicious inside you. Again, Theo was all you could see, smell, taste, hear, and feel.
âYeah, baby? Does that feel good?â he whispered to you, taunting you endlessly. âWho fucks you like this, huh?â
âYou,â you whined, your voice barely above a whisper.
âI couldnât hear you, baby. It sounded like you said Enzo. Was that right?â he cruelly teased you. His hand came down hard across the brunt of your ass cheek. âThatâs what you fucking get. Now, who fucks you like this?â
âYou!â you tried again, desperate to feel your release.
âMattheo? Oh, youâre really trying me today!â he shouted, bringing his hand down against you again. You yelped beneath the bite of his hand. You could practically already see the handprint forming across your skin.
Theo suddenly grabbed your hair roughly and pulled you against his body. Your back was pressed to his front, and his cock was hitting a devastating angle inside of you.
âWho fucks you like this, bitch?â
âYou, Theo! Fuck, nobody makes me feel like this! Theo, Theo, TheoâŠ,â your voice trailed off pathetically as he pounded into you with a force like no other. You wouldnât be able to hold on for much longer.
One of his hands was wrapped around your stomach while the other remained tightly curled in your hair as he fucked up into you relentlessly. The coil in your stomach that only seemed to build when Theo handled you the way he did began to wind up in your stomach. Each thrust from the man behind you had it curling tighter and tighter, threatening to combust at any moment.
âFuck, Theo, Iâm gonnaââ
âYeah, baby? Youâre gonna cum for me? Cum for me, babyâŠcum on my cock, sweetheart. Let me fill you up, darling. Please, baby, let me cum inside you. Make me a daddy, baby.â
And with those words, you were cumming against him harder than you ever had before. Honey spilled from you and coated his lower stomach and your thighs. The tension from your entire body locking up had Theoâs legs beginning to shake. Whispers of strained âfuck, fuck, fuckâs resonated throughout the room as Theo fucked himself through his orgasm. Just before you could protest at the overstimulation, he came into you, filling you up just as he had promised.
The feeling of every inch of his arousal overflowing from your core nearly made you needy all over again. You might've asked him for a round two if not for the overwhelming exhaustion that had just flooded your body.
Between the rapid pace heâd set and the abuse youâd taken from behind, the two of you were laid out. Both of you collapsed against his bed, chests rising and falling rapidly, beads of sweat dripping, eyes fluttering closed. You were sure youâd pass away if you attempted to move, so you laid completely still.
âHow was that?â Theo asked, chuckling breathlessly. You refrained from rolling your eyes at his awkwardly-timed question.
âIt was really good, you dummy,â you laughed, wiping a bit of sweat from your hairline.
âGood,â he whispered, rolling over to face you. âBecause if you ever pull anything like that again, Iâll kill the man who touched you then Iâll fuck you in front of him.â
Merlin.
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. . . KAWAI, HENTAI, BOOBIESSS!
ME AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND PLAYING DRESS-UP IN HOUSE, I GIVE YOUR GIRLFRIEND CUNNILINGUS IN MY COUCH!
shoko ieiri. it just happened that the girl hated satoru gojo so much that day, so she decided to give his girlfriendâ you, a little fun, on her couch.
warning. cunnilingus, cheating, fingering, overstimulated, gxg, squirts, name-calling, pet names.
wc. 3,8k
đđ. please don't judge me, it is my first time writing gxg and i'm trying my best to picturing it without overdoing it because i never experienced it. đ„č
in shokoâs cozy apartment, you and shoko were rummaging through her impressive wardrobe, trying to put together the perfect outfit for your date with satoru gojo, your lovely boyfriend. shokoâs playful mood had shifted into one of frustration as the conversation turned to satoruâs recent behavior.
âi just donât get it,â shoko huffed, sorting through a pile of accessories with a frown. âwhy does he always have to be so late? Itâs like he thinks time is a suggestion, not a rule.â you laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood. âyou know how he is. heâs probably just caught up in something.â
shokoâs irritation didnât fade. âcaught up in something or not, itâs still rude. you deserve someone who respects your time.â before you could respond, shokoâs phone buzzed. she glanced at the screen and rolled her eyes, âspeak of the devil.â
you peered over her shoulder at the message from satoru, apologizing for being late and asking if he could still meet up. shokoâs face darkened with annoyance, âseriously?â she muttered, her voice laced with irritation, âheâs been late three times in a row now. iâm about ready to give him a piece of my mind.â
you placed a comforting hand on shokoâs shoulder, âhe does mean well. maybe something came up unexpectedly. letâs give him the benefit of the doubt.â
shoko sighed, her anger slightly diffused by your support, âi guess. but if this happens again, iâm going to have to set him straight. itâs not just about being punctual; itâs about showing you that he values your time.â
you nodded in agreement, understanding where shoko was coming from. âi appreciate you looking out for me. letâs focus on getting me ready for the date.â
shokoâs demeanor softened as she focused on helping you choose the right outfit. her frustration didnât fully disappear, but she channeled it into finding the perfect look that would impress satoru and show him that you were worth his time or she might steal you from him.
as you tried on various outfits, shoko offered advice with a mix of seriousness and subtle jabs aimed at satoru. âthis outfit is greatâperfect for making an impression. letâs just hope satoru shows up on time to see it.â
shoko eyes focusing on your cleavageâ seems like she can't stop her eyes from looking at the peak of your breast. with a small blush creeping onto her cheeks, shoko quickly looks away from your chest, pretending to be interested in the clothes hanging in front of her. âumm... i think this one might work,â she says, holding up a dress with a deep v-neck that accentuates your curves nicely.
her gaze flickers back towards your chest, unable to resist another glance despite herself. âit really brings out your... figure,â she murmurs under her breath before quickly clearing her throat and attempting to refocus on the task at hand.
blushing even more intensely now, shoko stammers out an apology while avoiding eye contact. âi-i'm sorry, i didn't mean to stare...â she busies herself with folding the rejected outfits neatly, hoping that by keeping her hands occupied she can distract herself from her wandering eyes.
but even as she tries to regain control of the situation, there's a noticeable shift in her demeanorâ one that suggests she might not entirely regret looking at you like that. after all, what harm could come from admiring such beautiful curves?
âum... maybe we should try this one?â she asks tentatively, pulling out another dress that reveals even more of your cleavage than the previous one. âit's okay,â you smile at her kindly. you take off the dress without turning your back on her, now fully showing her your naked breasts. her eyes widen in shock as you suddenly strip down completely, exposing your bare breasts to her gaze. for a moment, she freezes, unsure of how to react.
then, almost against her will, her gaze drops to your nipples, which hardens slightly in the cool air of the room. a soft gasp escapes her lips as she takes in the sight of your pink, erect buds. slowly, shoko raises her eyes back up to meet yours, a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and perhaps even arousal flickering in their depths. she swallows hard, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.
âi... um... wow,â she manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper. âyou're so beautiful...â without thinking, she reaches out a trembling hand, hesitating only briefly before gently cupping one of your breasts. as her fingers make contact with your soft flesh, a shiver runs down shoko's spine. she squeezes your breast gently, marveling at its weight and suppleness.
âyou feel amazing,â she whispers, her thumb brushing lightly over your nipple. the sensitive bud stiffens further under her touch, sending tingles throughout your body. unable to resist, shoko leans in closer, her warm breath ghosting over your skin. slowly, teasingly, she darts out her tongue and gives your nipple a quick lick.
a moan slips past your lips at the sensation, encouraging shoko to continue her exploration. she kisses along the swell of your breast before taking your nipple into her mouth, sucking and nibbling on the hardened peak. meanwhile, her other hand drifts downwards, tracing the curve of your waist and hip before settling on your ass.
shoko brings her feet to slowly move behind you until your back touching her chestâ one hand still not leaving your breast before her other hand joining. she squeeze your breast lightly, fingers flicking your nipples from time to time.
shoko wraps her arms around your torso, pressing her soft body firmly against your back. her ample bosom squishes against your shoulders, making you acutely aware of her every movement. feeling bold, shoko's hands roam freely over your exposed skin, occasionally dipping lower to caress your sides or hips. her fingers continue to tease and pinch your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
murmuring softly against your ear, shoko's hot breath sends shivers down your spine, âyou have such a beautiful body... i want to explore every inch of it.â her words are punctuated by gentle bites along your neck and shoulder, each nip causing your heart to race faster.
shoko's hands begin to wander lower, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt to stroke the smooth skin of your thighs. her fingers dance closer to your pussy, teasing the edges of your underwear. âmmm, you're so wet already,â she purrs, her nose nuzzling the side of your neck as she inhales your scent deeply, âi can smell how much you want me.â
with a deft motion, shoko tugs your panties aside, exposing your slick folds to her eager touch. two fingers delve between them, stroking your clit in slow, deliberate circles. âlet me make you feel good,â she coos, her voice dripping with desire, âi want to hear you moan my name."
encouraged by your moans, shoko intensifies her movements, rubbing your clit harder and faster. her fingers slip easily through your slick folds, exploring every nook and cranny of your heated pussy. âohh, you're so tight,â she groans, thrusting two fingers inside you. the stretch sends ripples of pleasure coursing through your body.
her other hand leaves your breast momentarily to join in the fun, sliding down to fondle your clit directly. the dual stimulation has you writhing against her, desperate for more, âplease don't stop,â you beg breathlessly, âi need it.â
you throw your head back to her shoulder. hands gripping tightly on her arms as if your pleasure depends on it. your eyes flickering caused by the pleasure hugging your body. âoh, fuck. .â you moan into the air.
hearing your moans of pleasure, shoko becomes even more insatiable. her fingers pump in and out of you rhythmically, hitting spots that send shocks of delight surging through your entire being. her free hand snakes down to join the first, doubling the pleasure as both thumbs work relentlessly on your swollen clit. the dual assault has you bucking wildly against her, seeking friction where you can get it.
âthat's it baby, let go,â she encourages, leaning down to whisper hotly in your ear, âcome for me.â driven by your pleas and the intoxicating scent of your arousal, shoko redoubles her efforts. with each thrust of her fingers and rub of her thumbs, she brings you closer to the edge. with your raw moans, shoko's excitement grows exponentially. her fingers work you relentlessly, curling within you to hit that sweet spot deep inside.
âfuck yeah, just like that,â she growls, biting down gently on your earlobe, âlet go for me.â the intensity of her touches drives you wild; her firm grasp on your arms is the perfect anchor amidst the storm of sensations coursing through your body.
suddenly, she adds a third finger, stretching you wider as she pumps them in and out rhythmically. simultaneously, she rubs your swollen clit mercilessly. âyou're going to cum soon,â she predicts confidently, âand i want to be here when it happens.â the combination of her dirty talk and expert touches proves too much to bear. your inner walls clamp down around her invading fingers as an intense orgasm rips through you.
âyes! yes!â you cry out, shaking uncontrollably in her embrace. âdon't stop!â shoko continues pumping her fingers vigorously, drawing out your climax until you collapse limply against her, spent and satisfied.
âthat was incredible,â she praises, peppering your neck with soft kisses. âyour pussy felt amazing squeezing my fingers like that.â gently withdrawing her hand, shoko brings her glistening digits to her mouth, sucking your juices off with a contented hum, âdelicious.â
as your breathing slows, shoko tenderly strokes your flushed cheeks and neck, soothing away the remnants of your orgasmic high. her own arousal is palpableâ evident in the way she presses herself against you, seeking friction where there wasn't any before.
âi want you,â she confesses quietly but urgently, âwill you let me taste you?â
without waiting for a reply, shoko pushes you to the couch, gently landing your body on the soft material before dropping down onto her knees between your legs. her hands grip your hips firmly as she pulls you towards her awaiting mouth. once you're positioned to her liking, shoko leans in, dragging her tongue up the center of your slit in a long, slow lick. she savors the taste of your arousal, humming in approval at the flavor.
âmmm, even better than i imagined,â she murmurs against your sensitive flesh before diving back in for another lap, this time focusing on your throbbing clit. her tongue swirls around the bud, applying just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerve endings. as she works you over, shoko's hands roam your body, kneading your breasts and tweaking your nipples.
âplease let me make you cum again,â she pleads between licks, âi need to feel you lose control for me.â driven by her desperation to please you, shoko redoubles her efforts, alternating between licking and sucking on your clit while plunging two fingers deep inside your still-quivering pussy.
âoh god, you taste so fucking good,â she gasps, her own arousal leaking down her thigh as she loses herself in the act of worshipping your body, âi could do this all day.â
picking up speed, shoko fucks you with her fingers, curling them to hit that magic spot that makes your toes curl and back arch. at the same time, she increases the suction on your clit, sending you hurtling towards another explosive climax. âcum for me, baby,â she urges, her voice strained with lust, âfill my mouth with your juice.â
she doesn't seems willing to stop, still can't get enough of your taste on her tongue and heart. she looks up to you, seeing your fucked-face, eyes drop low and chest moving rigid, trying to catch your breath.
âdo you ever squirt?â she ask, giving your clit a kitten lick. you didn't even get a chance to answer when you feel you leg shaking, âfuck!ââ sometimes catch you breath as you arch your back and took a fistful of shoko's long brown hair. the action make the girl moan and groan on your clit.
at the sudden tangle of your fingers in her hair, shoko lets out a needy whimper, her own desire spiking at the dominant display. she gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, panting softly as she continues to lap at your oversensitive clit.
âi've never seen you come undone like this,â she breathes, nuzzling her face into your heat, âit's so hot.â emboldened by your reaction, shoko begins to suckle more insistently on your clit, her tongue darting out to flick the hypersensitive bud. the sensation sends jolts of electricity straight to your core, making your already quivering thighs clench.
âsquirt for me,â she urges, her voice a husky purr, âdrench my face with your cum.â with each thrust of her fingers and lap of her tongue, shoko coaxes more and more moans from your lips until they merge into one long, drawn-out sigh. the sensation builds quickly, making your thighs quiver and your pussy clench tighter around her fingers.
âi think you might be close,â she whispers against your slick folds, âare you gonna give it to me?â feeling your impending orgasm approaching, shoko intensifies her efforts, doubling down on her relentless assault. her tongue darts and flicks mercilessly against your swollen clit, while her fingers pump in and out of your dripping cunt, hitting every sweet spot.
âcome on, baby,â she encourages, her voice muffled by your pussy. âlet go. show me how much you love this.â with a final, desperate suck, shoko draws you over the edge. a loud moan tears itself from your throat as your entire body convulses in pleasure. âs-so good, mmh-mmm, fucking goo-oh!â your pussy squeezes tight around her fingers, pulsating rhythmically as wave after wave of euphoria washes over you.
caught in the throes of ecstasy, you barely register shoko's triumphant cry as she laps up every last drop of your sweet release. eager to savor every last drop, shoko laps up your juices with gusto, not stopping until your spasms subside. she then slowly rises, standing between your spread legs with a satisfied smirk on her lips.
âthat was amazing,â she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. âyou have no idea how long i've wanted to do that.â despite the mess, shoko makes no move to clean herself up. instead, she leans down and gives your thigh a gentle kiss, marking you as hersâ more likely stealing you from gojo satoru.
âbut i'm not done yet,â she teases, sliding her fingers out from within you and bringing them to her lips. âtaste so fucking good, can't get enough of you baby,â with a sly grin, shoko brings her glistening fingers to your lips, holding them there expectantly. as you part your mouth to accept the intimate offering, she pushes them past your lips, letting you taste the essence of your own arousal mixed with her saliva.
âdon't you agree it tastes divine?â she purrs, her voice thick with satisfaction. ânow open wide for me,â demanding that you taste what she had been enjoying moments ago. the tangy sweetness of your cum coats her fingertips, leaving a salty residue on your tongue.
once you comply, shoko slides her fingers into your mouth, gently probing your tongue with them. the dual stimulation sends a thrill through your body, leaving you weak and pliant beneath her. her other hand ventures downwards, tracing teasing circles along your inner thigh before dipping lower. this time, instead of plunging her fingers inside you, she focuses on your clit, rubbing it gently with the pad of her thumb. âyou're so responsive,â she murmurs, watching your reactions closely. âdo you want more?â
nodding your head like obedient dog, your eyes watering, âplease. . . want more,â you beg her. shoko chuckle, âlook at you acting like a little slut,â her lazy eyes never leaver yours. at the same times, her phone ringing and your boyfriend name pop up. gladly she accepted the call before putting her phone aside, purposely letting your boyfriend hear what a slut his girlfriend is and doesn't have any attention to let you know that your boyfriend is listening.
âyou ask for it,â shoko sweetly said before pushing your tight upward, ânow open your leg wider, baby,â she command and you happily follow. she land your thigh on her shoulder. lean down to spitting on your pussy and a soft moan left your glisten lips. you don't realize how your boyfriend listening on the other side.
a sound of shoko's hand slapping your overstimulated pussy echoes follow by your moan. âoh fuck!â gojo hear your whimpering voice. as soon as you utter those words, shoko's eyes light up with mischief. she grins wickedly, clearly relishing the power she holds over you in this moment.
âlook at you, begging like a bitch in heat,â she taunts playfully, her fingers trailing along your slit. âi bet you'd let anyone touch this greedy little cunt, wouldn't you?â shoko punctuates her question with a sharp slap to your sensitive mound, eliciting a yelp from your lips. before you can recover, she pushes your knees up towards your chest, folding you nearly in half and exposing your dripping hole completely. her voice dripping with lust, âi'm going to feast on this pretty pussy until you scream.â
as shoko's palm connects with your sensitive flesh, another sharp slap resounds through the room, followed by your high-pitched whine. her eyes light up with sadistic glee at the thought of gojo listening in on their depraved activities. shoko dives in, burying her face between your thighs. her tongue delves deep into your folds, lapping up your arousal with reckless abandon. she sucked hard on your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your trembling body.
âoh fuck, fuckâ ahh!â gojo hears your muffled cries as shoko devours you whole, âyes, just like that!â the sounds of shoko's slurping and your moans fill the room, creating an erotic symphony that gojo cannot tear himself away from. he listens intently, his cock twitching in anticipation as he imagines shoko's skilled mouth on him next.
shoko pulls back momentarily, her lips shiny with your juices. she looks up at you with a hungry gaze, her eyes dark with lust, âi want to make you cum again.â
âpleaseâ fuck, please don't stop,â you begging.
shoko smirks at your desperate pleas, knowing full well the power she wields over you at this moment. she returns to feasting on your pussy with renewed vigor, her tongue darting in and out of your clenching folds. âsuch a good little slut for me,â she purrs, the vibrations of her words sending tremors through your core, âi'm going to milk this cunt dry.â
with that promise, shoko redoubles her efforts, sucking harder on your throbbing clit while thrusting two fingers knuckle-deep into your slick channel. she curls them just right, stroking that magic spot inside you that makes your vision blur and toes curl. âfuck, yes! right there! faster. . .â gojo hears you scream, your voice hoarse from pleasure. âi-iâ don't stop, please!â shoko continues to ravage your pussy with unrelenting intensity, her fingers pumping in and out of you as her tongue working overtime on your clit. she can feel your walls starting to flutter around her digits, signaling your impending orgasm.
âthat's it, cum for me,â she growls against your soaked flesh, her breath hot against your sensitive skin. with a final, brutal suck on your clit, shoko sends you careening over the edge. your body convulses, a high-pitched wail escaping your lips as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.
âoh my god, oh fuckâ yes, yes. . .â gojo hears your voice rise to a fever pitch, your words barely coherent as your orgasm rips through you. shoko laps up your release greedily, milking you for every last drop. as your climax subsides, shoko slowly withdraws her fingers from your spent channel, bringing them to her lips to clean off the evidence of your pleasure. she savors the taste of your arousal, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
âyou are even sweeter after i make you cum three times,â she murmurs, her eyes glinting with mischief, âso fucking good.â shoko rises to her feet, towering over you in a dominant pose. she reachdown to help you sit up, her touch gentle but firm. ânow, let's get you cleaned up and presentable,â she says, her tone taking on a playful edge, âwe can't have you looking like a mess when gojo gets here, now can we?â
with that, shoko grabs a washcloth and begins wiping away the remnants of your passion, her touch both soothing and intimate. she took her phone that lying flat on the floor before pressing the electronic against her ear, smiling as she looks down at you.
âsatoru..â she sang happily, âi hope you don't mind me having a little fun with your girlfriend,â her voice dripping with mocking even though soft smile kissing her as she looks at you, âthat's what you get for fucking pissing me off.â satoru's angry voice comes through the speaker, causing shoko to giggle softly. she runs a hand through your hair, keeping her eyes locked on yours as she continues the call.
âsatoru, darling, don't be so dramatic,â she coos, her tone sugary sweet despite the mischievous glint in her eye. âi was just giving your precious girlfriend a little attention. after all, you've been neglecting her lately,â shoko leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. âbesides, she seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. maybe you should take some pointers from me on how to satisfy a woman properly.â
satoru growls in response, but shoko merely laughs, unconcerned by his anger. âoh, don't worry, i won't tell if you don't,â shoko ends the call, tossing her phone aside with a nonchalant flick of her wrist. she turns her attention back to you, a devilish grin spreading across her features.
âwell, that was entertaining,â she muses aloud, running her fingers down your side in a teasing manner. âbut enough about satoru. let's focus on making sure you're ready for him.â shoko helps you to your feet, steadying you as your legs wobble beneath you. she leads you to the bathroom, where she begins running a warm bath.
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ê°á â à»ê± đČđđ©đđžđ
đŒđ©đą đžđŽđžđź â attractive things they do
info â  includes: itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, mikage reo, michael kaiser, yukimiya kenyu ïŸ suggestive bordering nsfw (minors do not interact) ïŸ all character written 19+ Â
âËàŹȘâč RIN guides you by your waist. when youâre playing around and purposely blocking his path, his arms stretch out to take a hold of you before effortlessly reversing your positions with the click of his tongue and an easy, lazy smirk. itâs also one of the few physical actions heâll display in public, preferring it over holding hands or slinging an arm around your shoulders. he can see you this way, keep you in his sights. when youâre not paying any mind to your surroundings and nearly walk into traffic, he pulls you into him and gives you a squeeze, leaning down to whisper âbe carefulâ against your skin. you jump at his touch and the feel of his breath tickling your ear, cheeks burning with the reminder of where his hands were roaming and exploring the night before.
âËàŹȘâč SHIDOU walks around the apartment in sweatpants that hang incredibly low on his hips. your focus shifts from the pot of water youâre waiting to boil to ryusei as he pads into the kitchen after finishing his shower. beads of water drip from his hair onto his bare chest and roll down his tanned skin until they reach his v-line. you donât realize the water on the stove has come to a boil until shidou clears his throat, jerking his head at the stove. âyouâre staring real hard, pretty,â he drawls with a lazy grin. it only takes a few strides for him to close the gap between the two of you. his hands grip the counter on either side of you, trapping you in place as fuchsia eyes filled with mischief stare down at your figure. âsomething more you wanna see?â
âËàŹȘâč OLIVER intently stares at your lips whenever youâre talking. to be fair, each conversation starts with his eyes on yours but they always happen to drift down to your mouth. he takes in their natural pout and the subtle shine that your chapstick leaves behind on them. eventually, his mind begins to wander. he thinks about how soft they would feel sucking hickeys onto the pulse of his neck and across his collarbone or wrapped around the head of hisâ"are you even listening?â you ask with crossed arms, the corners of your lips turnings down in a frown. "of course i am,â he tells you, finally dragging his gaze up to your eyes. âi just hear you better this way, thatâs all.â
âËàŹȘâč REO puts his hands over yours every time you reach for your wallet to pay. he can feel the way your fingers wriggle beneath his palm, but he ignores the movement, intertwining his fingers with yours while he pulls out his card and hands it to the cashier. heâs got more money to his name than he knows what to do with, so it only makes sense for him to spoil you. he might smile and breathe out a laugh when you slap his shoulder and frown, sulking about how you feel bad for spending all his money, but he hears you. if you really feel like paying him back, he can think of a couple of ways you could do soâsome that are better suited taking place in the bedroom.
âËàŹȘâč KAISER tilts your chin up with his finger whenever you refuse to look at him. it shouldnât surprise you, seeing him offer fans smiles and hugs, but you canât help but think about it when the two of you are taking your leave. âare you seriously mad?â he asks from beside you, and it wouldnât have upset you if he didnât laugh like it was unreasonable. you scoff and roll your eyes but before youâre able to make it any closer to the door, youâre being tugged back. all too suddenly, kaiser is in front of you, his hooked finger angling your head up and forcing you to meet his azure gaze. âyou know i only have eyes for you, right?â he murmurs, like his words are meant for you and you alone. heâll show you that his statement holds true when you get home.
âËàŹȘâč YUKIMIYA uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe away his sweat. on the occasion that you accompany him to a weekend practice or individual workout, you tend to look out for it. after the intense training when heâs cooling down, you watch attentively as he drags the hem of his shirt across his upper lip to collect the beads of perspiration. the motion leaves his abdomen exposed, putting the defined lines of his abs and the trail of dark hair peeking out from his shorts on display. your staring isnât as discreet as you think it is but yukimiya doesnât mind it. even after he catches you gawking, he keeps his shirt pulled up so as to not interrupt your view. when finally do look up at him, heâs peering at you over his glasses, tongue running along his lower lip.
hey! it's manon :3 ! thank you for giving this a read! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! much love from me to you â€ïž
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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE
àčàŁ âđž pairing: vampire!chrisbahng x inexperiencedfem!reader ËËđąÖŽà» đŠËâ đđđđđđđđ: As part of a college assignment, you interview a peculiar doctor about his success and long career, but then he starts telling you about the odd and unbelievable lifestyle he used to lead that got him there, claiming to be something you find funny at first, but then you get caught up in the details, causing tension and questioning reality.
Ëâàżà» đđđđđ â đđđđđđđđ: MDNI 18+, smut, corruption kink, breeding, choking, biting/marking, slight dubcon and sadism, pet names, blood play, fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie. â©âË.âđžïžââșâ⧠word count: 10.2k
đŽđąđ«đ±đŹđđąđŻ (đžđ¶đ»đžđđŒđŻđČđż 'đźđ°) âËđŻïžâ±â§âË. 01: vampire
notes: inspired by the 1994 movie of the same name! â© it's implied to be set in aus but ik the fall there it's different, but anyway, it's just to fit the theme
It was a cold night, the cool wind blew your hair gracefully and you enjoyed the exquisite scent of the autumn leaves that reached your senses and rustled with every step you took. It was the weekend before Halloween and the whole campus was full of young people walking around in their costumes, you felt a little out of place, as they all smiled and walked shamelessly in their most extravagant clothes, hairstyles and make-up to some party, unlike them, you were wearing your very nice autumn outfit, dark red sweater with V cleavage and a black scarf, mesh tights, brown plaid skirt and knee high dark brown heeled boots and a coat, and you were not going to a party, but to an interview with the handsome and well respected Dr. Christopher Bahng.
Bahng was about to be praised for his long career at the university hospital, for his contribution to society with his own clinic and helping students, mostly medical students, who were fascinated by Bahngâs merits and blinded by their fanaticism and admiration, being carried away by rumors that the guy himself was a medical legend, they suddenly became curious about his life and career, to which they suggested an interview about his professional life as a doctor and specialist. And, mysteriously among the uncertainty there you came in, you were not a medical student, you were in your third year of your nursing degree and saw Dr. Bahng on very few occasions while rotating through your shifts at the hospital, so the offer still remains a mystery to you, why you?
You had absolutely no idea what your colleagues at your faculty newspaper were talking about one afternoon when you walked into the room and there was a loud commotion and uproar, that Bahng had agreed to an interview, but asked that it be specifically done by you. It was an afternoon, when you were about to write and share information obtained from a small unimportant paper you would do, but one of your friends, Yang Jeongin took the courage to approach you and be the first to give you the news.
âDr. Bahng chose you to do an interview with him for the commemoration of his long professional career at the hospital. You have to be the best, you practically have half the medical school all over you, well at least the annoying students working on his paper who came confused to break the news.â
Bahng was a legend and a mystery. He was handsome and charismatic but you couldnât find a single social media or photo of him on the internet beyond his LinkedIn. There were pictures of him hanging out with more doctors posted by the faculty, pictures of him looking uncomfortable and always all the way in the background or on the sidelines as if he was out of commitment, pictures of him receiving accolades with a fake smile and medical school articles mentioning him, but nothing else about him. You knew that because you researched him a bit before talking to him as you were terrified to go with a blank mind, from just knowing he was an obstetrics doctor, at first you dug into his professional life which you could find information about, but curiosity got the better of you a bit and you wanted to dig into a more human side of him, wanting to see a picture of him with a friend on the beach, or posting something a thirty-something man would do, a social media or something, but there seemed to be no sign of him.
You rang the doorbell, swaying in place slightly nervously and waiting to be answered, the house was impressive and in a quiet neighborhood away from the busy city center, away from your university and the hospital, Dr. Bahngâs house. Although you had to admit, something about it gave you the creeps, large and well maintained houses that seemed to be inhabited by ghosts, long trees and the blowing of the wind gave you strange sensations.
Dr. Christopher Bahng greeted you with a smile, dressed in casual black clothes, black t-shirt, black jeans, a long chain with a cross and silver bracelets on his wrists.
âY/nâ he said to you, stepping aside to make way for you, âYouâre a little early. Come in, please.â
You blushed as you hoped the time wouldnât be an inconvenience but honestly, it was for you, he was only willing to give the interview at 8pm and although you planned the series of questions and estimated time, it was uncertain exactly what time it might be concluded.
The date and time were problems for you; your friends were upset you missed countless costume parties just to be there. But there you were, the restlessness and curiosity about why he chose you was greater than a lousy college party. You were about to turn down the offer since it meant that you would have to walk back to the university alone and a little late at night, but the medical students begged you to accept it and Jeongin offered to pick you up at night if it was getting late and you felt unsafe to walk back home alone and ask for a ride from an app. You wanted to think that the reason for your appointment time was because he was off work, but that would be a lie, as everyone knew that Christopher Bahng always worked at night.
You walked by his house somewhat blushing, you were there because of something from the university, but it was inevitable not to think about how handsome the mature doctor was.
âWelcomeâ he spoke again.
âThank you, nice to meet you, Dr. Bahng.â
âNice to meet you tooâ he stared intensely at you, âYou can leave your coat here at the entrance if you like. And take off your shoes, sweetheart, nice boots by the way.â
So he knew your name and face. You took off your coat apologetically and hung it on the coat rack but as soon as you did, you felt a chill in the air hitting your body, making you shiver. His house was cold and poorly lit, the lights were warm and dim. To your left were wide stairs and in front of you a wide hallway that led to more rooms. In the distance, you could hear a classical music melody softly.
âSorry if itâs a little coldâ he said, pulling you out of your thoughts, you settled your bag on your shoulder and smiled at him while gesturing with your hands that there was nothing to worry about, âIâll show you aroundâ he added encouragingly, almost as if he had read your mind that you were thinking about the decoration of his home, âThis is the entranceâ Chris walked and you followed in step behind him, âHere is a bathroom, feel free to use it whenever you want. Over there is the kitchen, the main dining room and... the main living room where weâll do the interview so we can be more comfortable.â
You listened to him carefully as he pointed out. His house was huge but it felt lonely and like it lacked some... life. The decor was exquisitely tasteful, modern but without leaving small classic details and made the illusion of antique elements.
He was a sweet and kind man, you were ready to pay attention to any detail for the writing of the article, at the same time you let yourself be distracted by the attractiveness of his countenance and presence, even so there was something in the atmosphere that made you a little uneasy, you could not calm down at all and you were not nervous, it was a strange feeling that you did not know the reason. Or something strange about it that did not convince you.
Chris took you to his spacious living room, colored in a dark red and the soft melody of classical music came from a record player in the room.
âItâs late. Have you had dinner or would you like something, or something to drink?â he suggested politely.
You looked into his eyes, they were absolutely dark, he was so mesmerizing that you lost yourself for small moments.
âIâm fine, thank you Dr. Bahng.â
âPlease call me Chris. I seriously love what I doâ he brought a hand to his chest, âBut people calling me Dr. all the time is exhausting.â
âI thought thatâs what they liked to hear, after all they studied and went a long way to be able to call themselves thatâ you commented, more confidently, wanting to let go of the shyness in your body, seeing his effort to keep the atmosphere from becoming awkward.
He smiled and stared at you. Wow it had been a very very long road for Chris and you had no idea.
âTo me it feels like people have been calling me that for over two hundred years. You seriously donât want anything? I have fresh pomegranate juice.â
His comment confused you a bit and you caught his subtle change of subject.
âJuice is fine.â
He smiled narrowing his slitted, pretty eyes.
âOkay, make yourself comfortable, Iâll be right back. Do you want to do it at the table or on the couch?â
He was asking too many questions, you thought. You looked around the room, the ideal and professional would be the table, but the option of the couch and being able to more thoroughly capture everything about him seemed like a better idea.
âIâll be on the couch, thank you.â
You couldnât help but feel curious and probe with your eyes every tiny detail of the room, yes it was cold, you were so curious about Chris, but you had to keep a professional barrier, plus he was older and a superior to you. You couldnât believe that a man like him was alone, he should have some partner out there.
You sat on the couch as you began to set up your stuff and audio and recording equipment, your notebook and pen to take notes, your cell phone in Do Not Disturb mode with the series of questions and before long Chris came over to you, with two glasses of a bright dark red juice, he set them down on the little table in front of you and turned off the record player.
âThank youâ you whispered to him, taking the glass shyly as you took a sip.
Chris smiled and sat down, approaching you and intimidating you with his gaze for the first time that night.
âAre you okay in there? Can you write well?â he asked without taking his eyes off you, raising his straight eyebrows as he stretched out his arm to take the glass and drink.
âYes, thank you, Chris.â
He smiled again letting out a breath.
âWellâ you said again, âOnce the interview starts I have to refer to you all the time as Dr, is that okayâ
âI understand, absolutelyâ he crooned softly and attractively, finding you tender when you spoke to him formally.
You admired his manly features and pale face for a second, letting your instincts take over, thinking that having him must be a dream. Chris widened his smile, almost blushing as if he had heard something funny.
âReady?â you asked, awkwardly breaking the silence, his gaze on you felt heavy.
Your finger was already on the button of your recorder, positioned in the middle of you, when Chris said:
âCan I see your questions?â
âOh, you didnât get them?â you replied somewhat worried.
âMaybe I forgot to check the e-mailâ he replied calmly.
You sketched a smile as you nodded softly and handed him your phone, he held it between his large hand and read the questions and handed it back to you with a disapproving grimace, worrying you a little more.
âMmm... I can modify them, we can make this interview better.â
Your body heated up in embarrassment as you couldnât believe he was doing that to you at the last minute. Those medicine fuckers, you thought, as you didnât participate in the making of the questions.
âI mean Iâll give you something much betterâ he added.
You didnât answer him for a moment but thought that you would see what to do later for it, that at the end of the day, it was you doing a favor by being there next to him at night.
âI want to answer to you, not the snooty med guys. Maybe we can do that later but⊠what are you thinkingâ he watched you closely.
Chris leaned his arm on the back of the couch and settled his body pointing in your direction, with a smug smile on his face using a serious tone, you felt his intensity. You only got more confused and thought, what? why would it matter what you thought? what was he trying to say?
âBecause Iâm interested in you. You come in here with the question of why I chose you, you want to know?â Chris said again, almost scaring you that he was answering what you were thinking.
Either he was fucking smart enough to read people easily and deduce obvious thoughts or there was something about him that was making you uneasy. You took a small sigh, you felt hopelessly attracted to him, dizzy, as if seeing his dark eyes was hypnotizing you, you quickly averted your gaze, scared thinking about what the fuck was going on, you saw the glass of juice, had he put something in it? Thatâs what you get for accepting drinks from an unknown manâŠ
âItâs just juiceâ he answered, âYouâre not feeling well?â he replied.
You looked at him again confused and slowly regained your composure.
âWhy me?â you said, almost in a whisper, he raised his eyebrows waiting to hear more from you, âWhy would I interview you at your home, specifically me, I have never interacted with you or been in the same area of the hospital working, besides, Iâm just a nurse student.â
You had so many questions that you couldnât deduce an answer to, you were curious and it made Chris grin from ear to ear. If only you knew, and you were about to, however, Chris just covered up the truth a little.
âYou have such a genuine and kind gaze about you, never in the long years Iâve lived in this place have I ever seen a woman like you. You are so human, you are the one who takes care of the patientsâ sleep when the doctors are away. I saw you that time when you were on shift at night⊠I asked your name, something about you never left my mind since then. I wanted to hold you close, to know you.â
And it was true, it was innocence to one of the questions your colleague asked you when Chris overheard the conversation, he turned to see you slyly and you captivated his attention, it was as if he had developed a new sensory ability that revolved around you. That night you left at 4 a.m. from that shift at the hospital, you were covering hours for an occasion you couldnât attend, Chris lurked in the dark behind your back, making sure you arrived safely.
You understood half the things he said to you, didnât know whether to take it as a confession, whether to blush, whether he was saying he liked you, you didnât want to jump to conclusions, you didnât even think you looked cute in your baggy clinic clothes, you didnât know what he was talking about. Chris knew how overwhelming it all suddenly seemed to you, so he continued.
âAnd suddenly I saw, you have this presence about you of being someone to trust, someone who knows how to keep secrets. So Iâll tell you everything, things that people who know about this are dead. Iâll give you a better interview.â
You felt a shiver. Confusion and genuine curiosity in your bright eyes as your breath was cut off at his masculine, domineering presence and wordplay that felt like riddles. For Chris, he didnât need any more facts about you, he knew absolutely everything. Digging into your little more than twenty years of life was not a difficult task for him, compared to his long journey. There was only one thing he needed and wanted and that was to have you, to breathe your scent, to listen to you and to look into your eyes. He was obsessed, so in his madness he wanted to confess you something that only 1 person âaliveâ in this world knew. By sharing his secret with you, he hoped to be united with you for eternity.
âWhat is it about?â you asked with uncertainty in your voice.
The innocence in your gaze filled Chris completely and he smiled smugly, pressing his long index finger on the button of your voice recorder, you became engrossed in the pallor of his strong arm, almost transparent leaving his notorious veins visible, until he spoke and you stared at him.
âMy name is Christopher Chan Bahng, I was born on October 3rd, 1797 in Seoul, South Korea. My father was Korean and my mother was French, they met when my mother escaped the country shortly after the French Revolution, her whole family went their separate ways and her ship stopped in the lands of East Asia, she met my father, a merchant fond of the folk healing medicine of the time and I was born, the eldest of three children. I had a beautiful sister and brother, whom I adored with my soul until their last breaths, both died old and happy. And I-, well, Iâm still here, right?â
You looked at him puzzled, skeptical, wondering if this was a joke, 1797, French revolution, what the fuck was he talking about? You wanted to start looking around for cameras because you thought it was a fucking joke.
âI had a good childhood, everything was fine until I turned thirteen and my mother had to go back to France because her sister got sick and she was the only family she had, she didnât hear from her parents two years after she moved to Korea, so she took me and my siblings, leaving my father behind. It was in Paris in 1810 when the curiosity and passion for medicine was born in me, I had seen it a little bit with my father but things in Europe were so different. All the people lived sick, and died young. Conflicts left in their wake an unbelievable amount of disease. I traveled around Europe, learned languages and studied medicine in France, but female anatomy was my particular interest, they were such enigmatic, intelligent beings but my passion leaned more towards obstetrics, it was amazing that because of women humanity kept growing and growing and the world looked down on it. I loved to see and receive a new life⊠most of the time I was dedicated as an obstetric doctor for women of important families, so carrying the little one in my arms I could deduce that they would have a good life, good, for that time, but I always loved to help, I would visit the French village in search of poor pregnant women and I would do my best to preserve the life of both. Life was always for me⊠something so precious because back then every day was a new challenge, public executions, dying at sea and never being found when traveling, an infection or disease from an unknown agent that could lead to your death, the bad habits people used to have, the types of beliefs, life back then was ephemeral and a ticking time bomb.â
You listened to him attentively, lost in the details, you didnât know if it was a joke or a story but⊠you were slowly falling for it, Chris was telling everything with emotion, with his hands moving and his look⊠as if he was genuinely remembering his past.
âOn the other hand, my siblings made their lives, my sister got married at 20, she was a pianist and singer and went to live in Great Britain. My brother was a respected judge and married at 25 and I... was truly immersed in medicine, I never stopped to think about love, about wanting to marry and live with a traditional family, I was lost in study and in the discovery and advancement of medicine, until shortly before I turned 28, in 1825, my mother became ill with cholera and died. I was devastated, I became obsessed to the point of wanting to study more and more, I studied with some colleagues but I couldnât stand it and the following year I escaped to Korea again in search of my father, to see if he was well, gosh, it was so extreme the way you had to reach out to someone. I arrived in Seoul the winter of 1826, I was lucky enough to find my father and we had a close relationship again. I went back to work as a doctor, I was a little bit popular as it was so fascinating for the pregnant women of the time, a doctor from Europe and... the following spring I met the love of my life, a popular midwife in town, we met doing our work and I fell deeply in love, by the fall I turned thirty I was marrying Lim Sohee.â
Chris paused for a second and silence fell, as if mentioning that name had overwhelmed him. And it had, it was touching deep down inside him, he hadnât mentioned he... since so many years ago. You were engrossed, studying his demeanor and listening to the story... if it was a joke, how come he could tell it so well, you were in your mind visualizing every single thing, letting yourself be carried away by whatever he was telling you.
âI really thought I would have it all in Seoul, when I met Sohee I knew I wanted a family, that I wanted to take care of another life, having children and adoring them forever... but she could never conceive. She was infertile. We had a bad time trying, but she was getting sadder and sadder as it was what we both did and she couldnât have ours. At that time I... was so desperate to know which of us was the main cause so I did something I will never forgive myself for, I impregnated a young, virginal woman from an important family... and the consequences were inevitable, I had my first daughter, identical to me, with my motherâs eyes. Bahng Chanmi was born on April 13th, 1830. I was happy because my dream was to have children, but devastated at the same time. Chanmiâs motherâs family, Insook, found out and for a moment I thought I was going to be executed as I was a married man, but they forced me to leave Soohe and marry Insook insteadâ Chris cleared his throat as if that was hard to speak, âSohee couldnât believe it, she left me and ran away to Japan leaving me heartbroken. I never saw her again and I never thought I would ever be able to love another woman again other than my own daughter, but I felt she took everything from me... until I...â Chris paused again to look at you carefully but continued, âI lost myself again, I didnât love Insook, but I wanted to be a good father to Chanmi, so I was there for her. Two years after Chanmi was born, my father died, I endured two more years in Seoul and in 1834 I arrived with Insook and Chanmi in Sydney. I loved it here from the first moment I set foot in... but I was still disoriented, I was a mess, I felt that everyone around me was leaving me, I was only there for my daughter, I was passionate about nothing else, I fell into a bad habit of going to parties and taking refuge in alcohol and it was just one day after my 37th birthday when I immortalized that number in me. On October 4th, 1834 at about 3 a.m. in the harbor area of Sydney, a creature creeping in the night lured me with his voice and words, I was drunk, with no mind at all... and it was that night that he made me into what I am nowâ a new pause, âA vampire.â
You didnât expect that, in fact you didnât know what you expected in all that talk... but a vampire explained why he talked about himself living since the 19th century... but a vampire, it was illogical. There was no such thing, still, you again felt a chill and an uneasiness in his gaze. You didnât want to be intimidated by that... it must be a joke, a scary story.
Christopher remembered it as if it were yesterday, the sleek, slender shadow of a delicate blond man approaching a helpless, drunken, heartbroken doctor. His face was angelic, but his demonic voice and intentions of a cold, murderous beast were even worse.
âI have seen you for a long time Dr. Christopher Bahng, saving lives to the good people in Sydney, doing godâs work... but... I see nothing but hell in you, you are unhappy, donât you want some remedy?â
His voice was rough, thick, and his tone of voice playful. Chris remembers being dizzy, still seeing his silhouette and face. A young man, beautiful with freckles, long blond hair, wide dark eyes, and pale skin. Chris thought he was dreaming... or to have arrived in heaven, although if thatâs what heaven was all about, why did he feel so ill.
Chris watched him in confusion, the cold sea air shivering his body with chill. The man was dressed in black and there was something in his gaze that unsettled every inch of Chris.
The blond huffed out a chuckle.
âIâm going to disappear everything from you... Iâll be your cure.â
âHow?â was all a desperate Chris could say.
âAll it takes... itâs just a little taste... of your blood.â
The next thing Chris felt was two strong stabs on his neck, the slender boy took his body, biting his neck, sucking and tasting every part of him. Chris whimpered and panted loudly, he felt mutilated, it was worse than the feeling of a scalpel on his skin and the sensation spread through his body, Chris struggled and fought, but surprisingly the thin boy was much stronger than him. Then he fell weak and unconscious, he knew nothing, until dawn when workers shook his body vigorously trying to wake him up near the harbor. But Chris felt different and the sunrise was slowly burning down his skin.
âFelix Lee was the name of the man... vampire who turned me. Felix was an attractive man, he had a unique beauty that mesmerized anyone, his appearance was so innocent which is why people fell for his tricks so quickly, Felix loved the game of seduction, cat and mouse, he would lure both men and women and then kill them leaving them without a drop of blood...â
You looked at him skeptically, his story was making less and less sense to you, Chris stopped instantly knowing what you were thinking.
âI know I knowâ he chuckled, âA vampire is kind of... crazy, with all the fiction these days, the movies and the marketing but... Party trick, check this outâ Chris said amused.
Suddenly, he showed you his teeth, a normal set of teeth until you watched as in a millisecond his fangs lengthened, becoming sharp typical fangs... vampire fangs. You were scared, you didnât want to believe it, it was impossible. His teeth went back to normal.
"Thereâs no reason to take the family photos, you wouldnât believe it, photoshop makes those wonders and old-fashioned stuff out of my medicine materials? People sell it on ebay all the time... how come I can prove it to you?â
âA vampire?â you said in fright, interrupting him, âReally... itâs not a joke...?â
âSadly no. Iâve been 37 for 190 years.â
You laughed in disbelief, you were beginning to believe... but your mind betrayed you, freaking you out and thinking that maybe this was a killer, a psychopath who likes blood, one of those obsessed weirdo types and perhaps the idea entered his head like internet psycho...? Chris laughed.
âIâm not some weirdo who obsesses over something he sees on the internet, not some random killer eitherâ he commented.
You freaked out and went back to see him... how did he....
âHow do I know what you think? I can read minds a little bitâ he answered amused.
You denied, you were so scared to visualize anything else... that your mind betrayed you and you thought of Twilightâs movie.
âTwilight, really? Give me something more believable to tell you.â
You widened your eyes in fright, your breathing was getting uneven and you thought about calling Jeongin, that it was enough trick or treat and you had to go home.
âJeongin... heâs not your boyfriend, is he? I didnât expect you to want to leave so soon.â
âHow do you know all that? Can you stop?â
âIâm sorry, itâs your privacy, I understand,â he apologized, âI donât want to scare you.â
Chris didnât know what your reaction might be, that was one of the only things he couldnât control, but something in him was irrevocably drawn to you and the strength of that desire for you was so strong and hard to handle. It was... as if all his years of discipline, long decades of controlling his hunger and bestial lust were in vain, in the end, he fell for a young and simple human.
He was exactly scaring you... if you believed him... what was the point of telling you.
âIâm not going to hurt you eitherâ he replied.
âHow?â you told him more calmly after seeing his soft and worried expression, something in you couldnât distrust him, âItâs so unreal...â
He sighed.
âItâs one of the questions Iâve asked myself for over a hundred years, but it wasnât my fault, I didnât ask to be, I cherished life but I didnât ask to live for eternity, Felix turned me...â
You looked him in the eyes, âAnd what happened to Felix?â you interrupted him.
âAfter he turned me... I didnât know what was happening to me, I had those two marks on my neck, the sun was burning my body and I had a ravenous hunger that wouldnât be filled with food. And it was something I couldnât control even being near Insook or Chanmi, I thought I was becoming mentally ill and wanted to murder them. I walked away from them and wandered around feeling weak and sick, I thought I would die alone. I was locked in my office, receiving no one until a young woman knocked on my door at night, worried about her dead sisterâs baby whom she was now caring for, but I couldnât, the smell of blood was killing me. The child had a fever and I did everything I could, I cured him by telling her that she should leave as soon as possible and to keep me updated if the fever went down and she insisted on thanking me, with the baby resting in a crib, I could not take it anymore and drank the poor girlâs blood and she fell, weak in my arms and I thought I had killed her, I was terrified, I acted on impulse and from there I knew I had become a monster. I didnât know what to do... but I felt so good, so alive and strong. I took care of the child and left the womanâs body in the office, but she woke up the next day leaving me terrified, all this was defying every part of my being studied by science, I did not know how to control it and I also turned her. Felix showed up one night, congratulating me for my first blood tasting, I wanted to beat him to death, I asked him what I had become and he laughed and told me... a vampire. In the end it was chaos, Felix fell madly in love with the young girl I had turned and convinced me to go and live with them and the baby, as he said... we were the only monsters in Sydney. Felix would kill, but he never turned anyone. He was turned by an English guy who came back to Europe when Felix was innocently looking for some sex. He was obsessed with me as soon as he saw me... but once Adeline came along, the girl I converted, she truly became the love of Felixâs life.â
The distance between you and Chris was getting shorter, you listened carefully to his every word that came out with emotion, more than his old story, this time it was getting serious and you could see it in every part of it.
âFelix became so obsessed because she was a young, virginal woman, bragging that taking her blood was the reason it would satisfy my lust for quite a while. I lived with them but was still caring for and raising Chanmi. They both raised Adelineâs nephew and had the crazy idea of turning him when he was older. They were a mess together, I tried to convince them not to kill, and I fed myself on fake blood donation schemes I made up... but Felix and Adeline had a killer and predator instinct, they loved to catch people and rejoice in their pain and cries. After 10 years of living with them, my little Chanmi couldnât understand why her mother was getting older and her father looked just like how she remembered him as a child. I made excuses and when she turned 20 I explained to her... Everything was fine, I lived with them because I was obsessed, they were my objects of study, I wanted to know the anatomy of a vampire and how anything worked, but impossible not to be captivated by them and their dirty little gamesâ Chris grimaced, remembering his weak moments when lust would take over his instincts and he would have sex with both of them, âbut Adeline had a secret, she was in love with me and not Felix, she confessed it to me after living 15 years with them and in her madness she believed it was Felix who came between us so, one evening in June 1849, Adeline killed Felix, giving him dead peopleâs blood, making him weak and confused, then stabbed his heart and set the house on fire...â
Chris looked you in the eye as you imagined each graphic scene. At least Chris believed Felix was dead however no body was ever found... although he wondered if it was even possible to come across a vampire body since the house wasnât completely ruined, they got to cease-fire in time but found nothing.
âThen I did something Iâm not proud ofâ you saw him attentively, âAdeline threatened to hurt Insook and Chanmi if I didnât stay with her, that she would tell everyone what kind of creatures we are... the next thing I did was to capture her and keep her kidnapped for a week without human blood contact, she was going crazy and her hunger was a thousand times bigger than a romance, she promised to stay away from me if I released her, I did it and never saw her again...â
You worried, thinking that she may be seeking revenge to which Chris smiled, unable to help but read your mind and find it tender that you cared.
You had so many questions as soon as the silence formed... so many but so many questions but you just said:
âSo what happened next?â
âWell, I stayed away from practicing medicine for periods because it was so suspicious that I was supposed to be 60 and I looked 30. My life became miserable as soon as Chanmi died at 85. I got to see her two children grow up, but she knew them well enough that she realized if she told them that their grandfather was a vampire they would expose me so my secret went along with her... I occasionally see everyone to make sure my family tree is still there. But the Bahng family name has been lost. I went back to Europe with a new identity, I went back to Asia and back to Australia again, I was just doing that to fill the void, I couldnât die, and I wasnât sure how a vampire could die, I also didnât want to die terribly or in the horrible way Adeline did to Felix; I wanted a normal life, I wanted to grow old, to have children, I always wanted more children, to see them grow up and take them to play...â
You grimaced, analyzing the anguish in his tone as he confessed something that seemed like a dashed dream, you wondered for a second if he could still have children.
âOf course I still canâ he replied looking you straight in the eye, making you feel inferior because it was hard to believe he could read your mind, âPhysically Iâm thirty years old forever, mentally, well... I must have died over 100 years agoâ he let out a chuckle.
âAnd you stayed in Sydney, why? I thought you couldnât stand the sun,â you said.
You wanted to avoid thinking about him, his closeness, his physical attractiveness, and his serious emotional tone of voice when saying something, as you knew he was going to know what you were thinking about.
âI can do it, for a short time and under a lot of protection, I love the beach, I adore seeing it even if I look like a lunatic covered from head to toeâ he laughed again, âI finally stayed in Australia in the early 20th century and it wasnât until the 80âs that I met someone like me... another vampire who was stalking me for years without me knowing it, Kim Seungmin, the director of the hospital, since then we have a pact, he has taken care of absolutely everything and keeps me in practice, I disappear for a while, then go back to my work, but lately people have been so curious to know what I do, the last identity I had is that I was born in 1987, I think I can work 10 more years, then Iâll step away for another few years until I can reappear, but you young people today, itâs hard to hide identities since you know everything, youâre suspicious of the slightest thing just because I donât even have a damn instagram. Being a vampire is miserable.â
You opened your eyes in surprise to discover that there was more than one near you, or at least in the same city.
He stared at you again, piercing you with his gaze, âI led a strict lifestyle with discipline, I stopped drinking blood and did so only at Seungminâs clandestine meetings when he gave it to me. Sometimes I only stayed alive out of curiosity at some point... if I could ever feel anything else, if I could ever let myself feel empty, or if I was doomed for eternity. Now I want to answer all the questions you have, you are free to know everything.â
His face slightly close to yours made you nervous, his gaze carried something you had never seen in someone before. Suddenly you forgot every single one of your questions, from the most serious and sensible to the silliest, you were absolutely unfocused and could only think about how your breath was going away at that enigmatic attraction you felt, it didnât feel like any normal attraction, but it genuinely felt like something of yours, not something he was making into you. Your intrusive thoughts won out, you wanted to kiss him, you wanted to do it from the second you saw him, and you wanted a little adventure being alone at night, but the small thought of a simple make-out turned dark.
And Christopher could know every single scene that crossed your mind, once again you made him feel different, you made him feel full of energy without the need to taste your blood, he was no longer a soulless creature that had been living in darkness for almost 200 years, he had a desire towards you as any other human could feel but in him, it was a thousand times more intense, he gathered all the energy for the long years he never managed to get it.
He wasnât sure whether to fulfill your thoughts but he couldnât resist it any longer, he wanted to have you like he had never felt before and every second he didnât touch you was overwhelming, he might die if he didnât.
Your heart pounded as Chris put a big, cold hand on your face. He could smell and feel in every inch of himself your alive, human, blood-pumping body. His lust turned to a dark desire to taste you, an uncontrollable desire to fill your body with pleasure and fill himself with something more intense than a drug, your sweet, thick blood.
âAnd even after all these fucking years of the same hell... nothing compares to what you make me feel. You drive me crazy. This is something new, after 190 years of study and discipline... that fucked off as soon as I saw you.â
Once again his intimidating, deep gaze fixed on you, Chris brought his hand to your other cheek and held your face, analyzing it, as if it was something so unfamiliar to him... you watched him and let him touch you, almost quivering in shivering, between excitement at the tense atmosphere and uncertainty at the constant mystery he had you trapped in. Bahng breathed deeply, filling himself with your scent and enjoying the feel of your smooth young skin in his icy hands. He moved closer to you, pushing your voice recorder to the floor and you placed your hands over his to feel his long, slender fingers, his protruding veins... vampire or doctor, human, your body was uncontrollably begging for Christopher Bahng.
Finally, he kissed you, his masculine, cold nose touching your face to join your lips deeply and passionately with a hunger that never seemed to cease. It felt so good to be kissed and taken by a man, between his big hands that one of them went down to your neck causing you to shiver every time he had contact with your skin, but for Chris who has lived in coldness for an exaggerated amount of time, having you close and touching you was like discovering warmth for the first time. His lips were soft and plump and his movements delicate but passionate. So far arousal for him had been so normal, an idea that occasionally crossed his mind and he would seek some sex to distract himself and he enjoyed it and liked to do it... but right now with you, it was different, it was a colossal desire to have you, and his desperate touches reflected it.
He lowered his hands to your waist and slowly drew you into his body, until he was carrying you lightly with ease and placing you on his lap. You felt him, felt the firmness of his crotch press exquisitely against your cunt. Chris stroked down your body, stroked your hair in desperate acts as he longed to feel your bare skin, and kept playing with his mouth, lips, and tongue on you until you were breathless and just as you were about to part from him slowly, he found a way to bite down hard on your lower lip, making you moan softly and causing you to slightly expel blood from it; Chris smiled and licked your lip, playfully tasting your blood, as it wasnât exactly from that source that he could fully satisfy himself.
You both looked at each other expectantly with ragged breaths; Chris acted desperate and took off your sweater, admiring your silhouette to take off your bra, you felt the cold of the room on your body making your nipples hard, you were nervous and stunned at the speed in which things were happening but you let yourself go again as you felt his big hands squeeze and caress your breasts while his fleshy lips went to your neck, kissing it and leaving hickeys that made you moan in pleasure, your center was so needy, throbbing desperately like your heart, it was adrenaline with excitement, it was such an addictive feeling so you began to move gently over his erection, making you both hotter and getting Chrisâ rough, sexy short moans on your skin in response.
Chris kept caressing your breasts and squeezed your nipples, adapting to every sensation of his skin against yours, guarding in detail every sound you made and the action of your body every time he touched you. This time he was putting all his will into not letting his bestial side win, but he inhaled the scent of your neck and watched your skin tingle... he wanted to taste you, to drink you, and the idea made his hard erection throb, he had never felt sexual pleasure from biting someone, the action itself conveyed the sensation of intense orgasms together without the need for his genitals to react but right now he was being a mess, he had no control of his body, his cock was alive, hard and present for every inch of you... and the curiosity for your taste was driving him to madness.
âBaby girl I want to taste you... I want you to make me feel so fullâ he whispered, still torn whether to do it or not.
You stopped moving, and every hair on your skin bristled, you knew exactly what it meant, you leaned back on his shoulders and his hands caressed your waist and back, suddenly you felt the sharp edge of his fangs caress your skin. Slight fear and uneasiness came over your body, and your heart skipped a beat... if you let him do it, where would he do it? To what part of your skin does he get to pierce his fangs? Does it get into a vein? You can bleed to death...? And if itâs something he does, seduce young people and then drink their blood? Will you die tonight?
âYour pretty mind is full of questions...â he said again, his voice full of lust as he tightened his grip on your waist, âYouâre a nurse, you shouldnât be afraid of a little pain and light pinching...â
You let out a gut-wrenching scream, filling Chrisâ every sense, he did it, he couldnât control it and tasted you. He knew it hurt like hell, that only a sick fucker turned on by someone elseâs pain could enjoy it and that was him, right now, what he wanted so badly to evade in his younger years in such cruel times.
You dug your hands in and slapped his shoulders, struggling to get away from him, crying as you felt two stab wounds dig in and penetrate your neck beyond your muscle, you wanted him to stop, you were feeling the suction of your blood, it was a new and uncomfortable feeling; for Chris it was heaven itself, 60 seconds in paradise tasting your thick and delicious blood that he had fantasized about for so long, the one that made you so unique, that flowed into your being and carried in it secrets of who you came from. Your blood filled him completely and as soon as he tasted it he knew it was pure and virginal blood. It drove him absolutely insane. And for you, it was hell, 60 seconds of sharp, agonizing pain.
His fangs pierced deep into you, every second was eternal but you felt that no matter how hard you fought it was in vain, you began to feel weak, to stop whimpering loudly and your vision began to blur, you were terrified but weak, you didnât want this to be your final day.
On the other hand, Chris was holding you tightly by the waist until he left marks on your skin, he couldnât stop, he had never tasted anything like this, he was obsessed, but he couldnât prolong your pain any longer so he stopped.
His face turned away from your neck and he stared at you. You could see his smug smile and his lips and long fangs tinged with a thick dark red, which he licked, reveling in every last drop. You reacted again, frightened, your heart wanting to burst out of your chest, you brought your hands trembling with pain and horror to your neck and the wounded area, your neck hurt but it was a tolerable pain of discomfort, you felt the area, terrified to find yourself bleeding out but there was nothing, more than a few small drops of blood that stained your fingers and the sensation of the marks of two circular bites.
âNo... Iâm not bleeding... why?â you said in terror, feeling uncomfortable at the sensation of his marks as you palpated them.
âYou forget Iâm a surgeon too and that Iâve been a doctor for almost two hundred years, I made the perfect incision for you, pretty girlâ he spoke in an arrogant tone, grabbing your trembling hand with your index and middle fingers enveloped in little blood and licked them playfully.
âI loved tasting your blood, now Iâll love tasting some more.â
Chris moved your body nimbly, sitting you on the couch as he bent down slightly, looking deeply at you again making you shudder, your fear slowly lowered, your body was racing, and you didnât know if you were alive or dead but the sensations were so real. You felt you shouldn't have gotten aroused, but you did, his big hands tugged your skirt down until it was pulled off, and he spread your legs apart and got down on his knees in front of your center covered by your wet panties and fishnet stockings.
âLet me make you feel good. Is that okay?â
His tone of voice was sensual and captivating, his hands squeezed and massaged your thighs without touching your pussy. You didnât understand how you went from fearing for your life to being once again with a fierce sexual appetite. You bit your lip to hold back your moan. You were alive. He was a vampire and you were both suddenly looking for sex on that cold and lonely night. You held back a moan and nodded, embarrassed to respond.
Chris drew a mischievous half smile on his face, observing and admiring every detail of your confused and aroused pretty and delicate face, your cheeks red and shiny from your previously shed tears of pain and finally he finely caressed with his fingers the length of your pussy getting as a response a moan and the soft twitching of your body. He pulled off your stockings desperately almost tearing them and pulled the fabric of your panties aside to admire your glistening pussy wrapped in your arousal, he let out an incredulous chuckle, now he was the skeptic that he could finally have you, that you had him trapped and feeling like he never had in 227 years on earth that most seemed like hell to him, until he met you, make today the day he could have you and kissed your lips; and the idea that you were a sweet young virgin woman went to his head, he wanted to make you feel so good, he wanted you to enjoy yourself like never if another boy never did, he wanted to treat you like the delicate girl you were, but also his inhuman pleasure wanted to take your body and feel your insides hard.
âLook at you, youâre beautiful.â
He was mesmerized, sweetly overwhelmed, poisoned and obsessed. He never wanted to let you go. He wanted you to be his, to leave a mark on you that would remind the world that you belonged to him, that he was the lucky one who put his hands, eyes and heart on you.
Chris brought his lips close to your clit, sucking it gently, you were again weak but with pleasure at the same time full of energy, your body was restless mind anxious for everything he could do to you, you could think of nothing else but him and you now in that room surrendered to desire.
Chris began to lick you, pulling away the fabric of your panties with one hand and with the other caressing every area that his mouth could not reach to coat, you moaned, his mouth was also cool to your warm core, it was feeling so good, Chris was hard at the thought of your innocence, of the light fabric that kept him from having you completely naked, that you were just beginning to live, that a few seconds ago you were crying in pain and now you were biting your lip holding back your gasps.
He began to stimulate you, licking your vulva, entwining his tongue in your labia, caressing your clit, pulling back the fabric of your panties, and stroking you over it to play with you and moisten it further, teasing your entrance. You stirred in place, restless and excited, forgetting the pain in your neck and shyly stroking his soft, slightly wavy dark hair. You were so aroused, every inch of you wrapped in fire.
Chris finally removed your panties as he saw you flustered and aroused, enjoying every second of caressing your legs on the spot, and took your pussy again with more desperation, he stopped his slow gentle play and began to eat you roughly but his movements were nimble and pleasurable. His face was buried in your core with his long fingers touching absolutely everything about you and when you least expected it, two of his digits inserted deep inside you, fucking you in a rapid pace.
You watched him the whole time, Chris occasionally gasped into your pussy genuinely happy to taste you, he was engrossed in you, wrapped in pleasure as he heard your moans and felt your body tremble. Chris raised his arm to reach up to caress your abdomen and breasts, he wanted to miss absolutely nothing about you that night he had you. You were on the verge of collapse and he knew it, he looked up as he went back to sucking your clit, he made eye contact with you, his dark eyes watching you fade before him and play with pleasure, you gasped releasing the tension in your lower abdomen, pushing out an intense orgasm that delighted Chris more than thousands of liters of unknown peopleâs blood could along his vampiric trajectory. Your sweet orgasm juice was something new that he could die from if he didnât consume it, he discovered his new antidote for eternity.
You were agitated but inside you knew this wasnât over yet. Chris savored your orgasm and felt impatient, he knew you couldnât wear two marks on your neck proudly... or maybe you could, with how crazy he thought it was nowadays, but he was past his craziest moment, now he wanted to do to you what any human in a situation like you both were in would do, he was going to forever attach himself to you, he was going to enjoy every second of being inside you and being the first one to do it.
âFuck, I can take it anymore, you will be mine forever.â
You watched as Chris stood up as he licked his lips covered in your glistening liquid, and took off his shirt in one swift movement because he wanted to feel your ragged breathing on his chest and the pounding of your heart attached to it and stripped completely naked removing his remaining clothes. You didnât know you were really expected to lose your virginity that night let alone with Dr. Bahng... who confirmed you to be a vampire. You saw his face and pale, muscular naked body without any marks or scratches with nervousness and excitement, feeling your center moisten at the sight of his large erect cock. He moved closer to you, with a lurking gaze and kissed you again, playing with your tongue and your body trembled at the sudden sensation of his cock rubbing between your vulva and being wrapped around your labia.
âAh, fuck, Iâll make you mine now, baby girlâ he gasped in exasperation.
Chris couldnât resist the softness of your folds teasing his cock so he slowly delved into your entrance, making you whimper as he hurt you again and opened up another part of you. But you enjoyed it, this time the pain was purely pleasurable and the scene of his large, wide cock opening your entrance was so obese and graphic. Chris moaned in pleasure with your walls choking his rigid member deep inside you. You saw the slight bulge in your belly form in your lower abdomen one last time as Chris carried your weak and excited body, making you wrap your legs around his body, he grabbed your ass and began to control your body raising and lowering it to his desire as he enjoyed your insides being sweetly ravaged. You whimpered again feeling so full but sore, you hugged him, pressing your bare chest to his. Chris moved your body with ease and at his mercy, babbling and moaning absolutely lost in the sexy sensation of finally having you, sliding his cock into your newly-used entrance, feeding himself on your soft whimpers. Chris felt full again, as alive as he hadnât been for long, overwhelming years, your fluids combining with his, sliding along his cock and falling towards the floor gracefully, being a mess of passion that cold night. Chris fantasized about filling every part of you with his cum, the risk of the frantic sex you were having was taking him to the clouds, for the first time he had his experience close to heaven.
You felt your orgasm close, you were on the edge, it felt so good you wanted to arch your back, you parted from him, restless and agitated, throwing your head back enjoying the sweet pace it was to have him deep in you tickling and pounding deep inside you. Chris raised his eyebrows, ecstatic seeing your borderline expression, closing your eyes and throwing your head back panting softly, he stroked your neck at first, running his thumbs over the fang marks on your neck, thinking that lust had won in your body, with the amount he sucked you must have felt dizzy and passed out... but there you were bouncing on his cock, about to have your second orgasm and without thinking about it, again something took over him, to have absolute control of everything about you, to have you on the edge of absolutely every single thing you did, Chris grabbed your neck hard, causing you a sharp pain as he pressed tightly on your still sensitive injured area and started to cut off your breath, choking you and still moving your body with ease on his cock. You looked at him, his expression was soft, his eyes dark, but his actions were brutal, abusing your entrance, cutting off your breath and hurting you more where he had previously done so... the pain was grinding in your neck, which made you let out a tear, the pain in your sensitive pussy burned and throbbed, but you couldnât help but continue to experience an irremediable pleasure, your pumping system seeking release, fighting against what to control first, you whimpered, his grip on your neck growing tighter and tighter, you pinned back into his strong shoulders, whimpered chokingly, finally collapsing in an orgasm that weakened every one of your limbs. And in the midst of your orgasm Chris cum inside you, fantasizing about the idea that you might be the sweet, tender woman who could carry on the Bahng name after so many years.
He let go of your neck gradually, letting you take a breath of air. Chris pulled out of you, leaving you surrendered with the warm sensation of his cum sliding down your entrance. You wanted to cry from the stabbing pain in your body but you were so tired to do so, you were so shaken, worried about the speed of your heartbeat, but you fell back into his strong arms, leaned your cheek on his shoulder and could only whisper:
âChris Iâm tired.â
Your eyelids began to grow heavy, you were feeling sedated and without control of your limbs.
âOh my sweet girl, of course you are, I drank a good amount of your blood and you continued to have sexâ he spoke in an obvious tone, causing him tenderness at your state.
Chris put his forearm behind your knees, carrying you as your legs felt numb. It was a different feeling, you couldnât quite rationalize and wanted to fall into a deep sleep. He led you to his room, cold like the rest of the house and your vision began to spin. Chris laid you gently on his bed and you caught a glimpse of his window, illuminated by the night and in front of it the silhouette of a slim blond man... you were slowly falling and before falling into an uncontrollable sleep your mind managed to think of that name Chris mentioned, Felix. Chris read your tired mind for one last time before you closed your eyes to sleep.
He opened his eyes, frightened, there was nothing in the world that scared him more than the demonic presence of that blond boy. His distinctive voice echoed throughout the room and Chris saw his slender silhouette emerge from the darkness of the window.
âChristopher Bahng, my long-time friend. I see you finally got some other lady to have fun with... sharing all your little secrets, but did you miss me?â
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Girls On Film || Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: Steve's absentee parents gift him a camcorder for graduation. What better way to find out how it works than making a sex tape?
Couple: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)
Content Warnings: explicit smut (f!receiving oral, handjob, p in v sex ft. girl on top), sex on camera, filming a sex tape, lovey-dovey adorable dorks in love
Word Count: 3.7k
Your heart soared with pride as Steve walked off the football field towards you, wearing a goofy-looking gown and graduation cap. As soon as he reached you, he lifted you up and gave you a tiny spin, smiling ear to ear.Â
âYouâre looking at a college grad,â he said with a smug smile after he put you down. You beamed at him as he lifted his hand and showed off the shiny gold class ring. âIâm never taking this thing off.â
You grinned, tugging at the graduation gown. âWhat about this thing? You willing to take this off for me?â You smiled wryly and pressed a kiss on his cheek.Â
A throat cleared behind you both and you turned, looking at the party and Robin standing with various levels of disgust evident on their faces.Â
Robin wrinkled her nose in disgust. âKeep it in your pants, please. Or, I guess keep it in your large, nylon zippy robe.â She squeezed between you and kissed Steve on the cheek. âIâm so proud of you, Steve.â
Dustin stepped forward next and gave Steve a big hugâ heâd hit a growth spurt since you last saw him and was nearly as tall as Steve. Lucas, Will, and Mike all offered their congratulations combined with complaints about how boring the ceremony was after they got through the H last names.Â
Max crossed her arms as El wheeled her over, trying her best to be nonchalant. âI canât see you, but I know you look dumb in that stupid hat.â Steve gave a fake laugh, took the hat from his head, and placed it on hers. âEw, itâs all sweaty, you jerk.â She smiled despite herself and held the hat against her chest.
Steve wrinkled his nose in a way that told you he was trying his best not to cry. You knew it meant a lot to him that theyâd shown up.Â
âWhy donât we all go for lunch?â You suggested. âMy treat.â Not wanting the reunion to end, and not wanting to turn down a free lunch, everyone piled into their cars and headed to Steveâs favorite place.
When you and Steve got into his car, you were greeted by the shrill sound of his car phone ringing. With a furrowed brow, he reached over and retrieved the bulky device from its bag and answered. Even from across the car, you could hear the tinny noise of his mother speaking on the phone.Â
âYeah, the ceremony is over,â he said, jaw ticking. âI sent you both the invitation two months ago.â He looked over with an exasperated look, so you grabbed his hand to give a comforting squeeze. âWell, weâre all going to lunch if you can make it.â
You frowned, but didnât say anything. Despite their apparent lack of care, you knew that he valued their approval and time.
âOh. Right, I understand.â He sighed deeply. âWell, I appreciate it. Okay. Okay, bye.â
He hung up and sighed, running a hand through his hair. âThey, uh, they got double booked. Theyâre in Buffalo for a conference right now.â
Your gaze softened at the sight of his disappointed expression. âI know theyâre proud of you, Steve.â He nodded, but didnât look entirely convinced. You pulled the hand intertwined with yours up and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles.
ââââ
When you arrived at your shared condo, you were greeted by a gift-wrapped box on the porch. You had to help him carry it in through the door, huffing as you both dropped it onto your coffee table.Â
Steve shrugged off the graduation gown he was wearing and kneeled to unwrap the present. A large card taped to the top revealed the senders, as if that were in question.Â
âTo our firstborn sonâ congratulations! Love, Mr and Mrs Harrington.â The emotionless text almost made you grimace. Youâd never read something more blatantly written by a personal assistant in your life.Â
âJesus,â he muttered as he tore away the wrapping to reveal the gift. âThis thing mustâve cost a fortune.â You glanced over as he held up a plastic case and found nothing that might have revealed its contents.Â
âWhat is it?â You asked, kneeling down beside him and leaning in close. He popped open the case and held up a hulking piece of machinery.Â
âItâs a camcorder,â he said with a grin. âItâs the best one on the market.â
You raised your eyebrows and tried not to ask what he even needed one of those for. Video cameras were for new parents and aspiring filmmakers, not college grads.
Your own gift felt tiny in comparison, even though youâd been saving for a few months to afford it. Between rent for you and Steveâs condo, groceries, and gas for your cars, it wasnât easy to have expendable cash to buy nice gifts with.Â
You stayed quiet as Steve marveled at the fancy gift, holding it up to his face like he was testing how it looked through the viewfinder.Â
âGorgeous,â he said, peeking out at you. âI think I found my muse.â You scoffed and covered the camera with your hand even though it wasnât charged.Â
âPlug it in and weâll see how it works later,â you said. âFor now⊠I have a gift for you.â
He sat up, wearing a grin. âIs it lingerie? Is it dinner at The Olive Garden? Is it a bubble bath?â He leaned in and nipped at your jaw teasingly. âCâmon, tell meââ
You giggled as he pinned you down on the rug, peppering kisses on your cheeks. âSteveeee,â you groaned. He finally stopped, hovering over you. âYouâre such a spoiled brat.â That made him grin even more. He pecked your lips chastely, then sat back on his knees.Â
You scrambled to stand up and grinned. âStay there, alright?â He nodded and you disappeared into your shared bedroom.Â
Hidden away in your bedside table was a glass trinket box youâd thrifted a few months ago. It was shaped like a heart, with little gold foil embellishments. You couldnât leave without it. You knew the real gift was inside, but you still hoped that Steve would like the box.Â
Steve was fiddling with the camera when you stepped back into the living room, trying his best to plug it in to charge. When he saw you, though, he smiled and sat down on the couch, waiting for you to join him.Â
âIt isnât much,â you insisted as you handed it over. âI hope you like it though.â
He smiled and nudged your cheek with his nose. âAre you joking? This is adorable. I love it. Iâm gonna keep all my important stuff in here.â
You smiled and shook your head. âBabe, open it.â He looked sheepish as he lifted the lid, then his expression softened. You watched with a fluttering in your chest as he lifted the chain from the box.
It took months to save up for real gold, and then for the pendants after. Two initialsâ his and yours. âIf you donât like it, I can take it back and get something you actually wââÂ
 He cut you off with a quick kiss that made your head spin. âItâs perfect. Best gift Iâve ever gotten, hands down. And one year I got Yankees tickets behind the plate for my birthday.â He was quick to put it on, smiling over at you. âHow do I look?â
You pecked his cheek. âA million bucks, babe.â He leaned in and gave you a real kissâ deep and intense. You smiled against his lips and melted into his touch. Youâd never loved someone the way you loved him.Â
âWanna know whatâs crazy?â He said after he pulled away. You nodded and he gestured towards the bedroom. âI bought you something too. Stay here.â
You sat patiently as he got up and hurried into the bedroom. You heard scuffling and the sounds of moving drawers until he returned, holding a wooden box.Â
âYour gift is inside this, by the way,â he teased as he sat back beside you. You watched him with anticipation until he flipped it open and your heart stopped.Â
âSo, uh, I got you jewelry too,â he said softly, or maybe your ears were just ringing.Â
Inside the box, nestled in the middle of a tiny silk pillow, was a diamond ring.Â
Like, a diamond ring. The kind you get married with.Â
âThatâsââ
He nodded. âYeah, it is,â he said, grinning ear to ear. âWill you marry me?â
In lieu of a verbal response, you put the ring on and kissed him like he was your one and only source of oxygen. It felt like it anywayâ that if you parted from him even a little youâd cease to exist.Â
âYes?â He asked, smiling nervously. âThatâs a yes?â
You kissed him again. âItâs a yes, Steve. I wanna marry you.â
âââ
Steve forgot about the video camera in the excitement of the engagement. Because he had to call Robinâs hotel and let her know, and then she spilled the news to the party, and suddenly it felt like everyone from Hawkins was in the tiny condo.Â
After hours and hours of catching up and celebrating the day, you and Steve were left alone in a quiet house.Â
âSo⊠the future Mrs. Steve HarringtonâŠâ you turned and rolled your eyes at the sight of Steve holding the video camera that had been charging all night. âAnything you want to say to the camera on the night of our engagement?â
âHow do you know Iâm not keeping my last name?â You asked as he got closer, putting the lens right in your face. You giggled and ducked out of the way as the lens came close to knocking against your nose. âYouâre such a child.â
He grinned. âAlright, give me something to remember this night by. For posterity, baby.â
You smiled wickedly at him before lifting the hem of your shirt, flashing your tits at him and the camera. By the time you lowered your shirt back down, his mouth was ajar. âWe are never showing anyone this video now.â
You grinned. âNuh-uh, baby, this is all for you.â You raised your brows in a challenge and stepped into the bedroom, leaving him to hurry behind you with the clunky machine.Â
He stood in the doorway, camera focused on you as you slipped off your blouse and skirt. The whirring of machinery inside the camera indicated he was zooming in on your tits. You stifled a laugh at the noise as he zoomed out again, taking in all of you.
âStrip for me,â he directed behind the camera. You gave a wry grin as your thumbs slipped behind the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your legs slowly. âFuck, youâre so sexy. Gonna put on a show for me?â
You settled on the bed on all fours, back arched as you crawled towards the headboard. Steve groaned at the sight, breath shuddering as you flipped around and spread your legs for him. Without needing instructions, you slipped one hand between your legs and let the other move to your chest, kneading your breast between your fingers.Â
He moved from the doorwayâ the magnetic pull of you too much to resist for long. He settled at the end of the bed, the camera so close it made butterflies swell in your tummy. He moved the camera to your hands, one between your legs, teasing your clit and dipping into the pool of arousal at your center, and the other toying with your nipples, the shiny diamond on the engagement ring glinting with each small movement.Â
âChrist, baby hold the cameraââ he said suddenly, passing it over to you. You laughed as he practically threw it into your hands and you had to scramble to turn it right side up.Â
You laughed as he tore off his clothes, probably popping some buttons here and there. âSteve, what are youâ oh!âÂ
Without hesitation, Steve buried his head between your thighs, moaning at the taste of your juices as he lapped at your pussy. It was a struggle to film him and enjoy the moment, especially since you had to watch him through the viewfinder. But something about capturing something so intimate on film made a thrill run through you.Â
âFuck, Steveââ you moaned, being more vocal than you normally would for the camera. Fuck the neighbors, honestly. It was your engagement night! âYour mouth feels so good, honey.âÂ
His brown eyes peered up at you, at the camera, framed by pretty long lashes. His lips formed a seal around your clit and he sucked lightly, making your legs tremble. Your free hand moved to his hair, tangling in the soft locks as his mouth elicited gasps and moans.Â
A slick sheen had formed on the tip of his nose, his mouth, and chin from his ministrations. The sight made heat bloom in the pit of your stomach. His eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself in youâ relishing in your sounds, your smell, your taste.Â
A light pat on your thigh was his wordless signal for you to move and accommodate him more. You acquiesced, spreading your legs as much as you were comfortably able to, and he let his fingertips tease at your center.Â
âRelax for me, baby,â he said, his words vibrating against your clit. He gave the bundle of nerves a light kiss before he looked up at you. âIâve got you. JustâŠâ He pushed his middle finger into you and you moaned low in your throat, instinctively pushing back against the intrusion. âThatâs it. Just like that.â
He was always so gentle with you during foreplayâ taking his time to really explore every single spot that he knew made you tick. You shuddered as the pad of his finger pressed against a particularly sensitive spot within you. He knew you like the back of his handâ probably better. He slid a second finger beside the first, coaxing moans and gasps from you as he gave all his attention to your clit and g-spot.
Your thighs trembled as you fought the instinct to close them around his head, the stimulation bordering on too much. The softness of his mouth on you, the press of his fingers against the most sensitive spot insideâ making you cum was simply too easy for him. You barely had time to gasp out a breathy âIâm cummingââ before your orgasm hit you. Your walls gripped his fingers like a vise as he worked you through it, muttering praise against your cunt before he withdrew his fingers completely.Â
You stared at the ceiling, trying to find your breath. âCâmere. It's your turn,â you said with a grin.Â
Steve simply shook his head. âNot done.â He moved his mouth back to your cunt, this time without the hungry ferocity. You sighed at the sensation, your legs twitching when the tip of his tongue brushed against your clit. His movements lost purpose with each pass of his tongue until he was practically making out with your pussy.
Your head fell back against the pillows, soft gasps slipping past your lips. Steve moaned against you as you tugged his hair, a furrow forming between his brows. So utterly lost in you that he hadnât even noticed that he was rutting against the bed for friction.Â
âCâmere,â you said softly. He pressed a final, wet kiss to your pussy before resting his head on the plush of your thigh. Your stomach flipped as he licked his lips, chasing those last remnants of your taste. He pressed a soft kiss to your belly before crawling up to meet you.
The kiss you shared was hungry and slow. The camera was shoved to the side so you could put your mouth on hisâ tongues meeting, the tang of your arousal and his spit flooding your senses.Â
A low moan escaped his lips as your hand snaked between your two bodies, where you took his length into your hand and stroked slowly. His mouth fell open, a small furrow between his brows.Â
âFuck, baby,â he groaned. You smiled up at him innocently and let your thumb glide across his tip. A full-body shiver overtook him, and you couldnât help but giggle at the sight. Steve was easy to love all the time, but especially when he was needy. âSwitch spots with me.â When you furrowed your brows he nodded towards the camera. âPlease?â
When he sat back on his heels, you moved from beneath him and let him settle with his back against the pillows. You were slightly annoyed that he had control of the camera, because goddamn. His thighs were bowed out slightly, cock resting against his stomach. The sight made your heart hammer as you straddled his thighs.
Steve took the camera back into his hands, a wide smile on his face. âAlright, just do what you were doing,â he instructed. âLeft hand though.â
You glanced down at your hand and smiled softly. The engagement ringâ your engagement ringâ glinted up at you. You spit onto your hand and Steve groaned at the sight.Â
âHavenât even touched you yet,â you teased.
âDonât let me stop you.â His voice wavered, revealing just how needy he really was.
He cried out the moment your hand wrapped around his length, head tossed back against the headboard. His cock pulsed in your hand as it glided up and down, aching for more. You leaned down, spitting onto his tip, giving you more slickness to work with.Â
âFuck,â he groaned, his chest heaving. You moved your right hand to his balls, kneading them as you focused your attention on the head. âJesus, look at that fuckinâ rock, huh?â
You rolled your eyes and chuckled wryly. âThatâs what youâre thinking about? Notâ yâknowâ the handjob to end all handjobs?â To prove your point, you twisted your hand and let your thumb glide over his slit. He practically whimpered, bucking into your grip.Â
You redoubled your efforts, relishing in each desperate, whiny noise you were able to elicit. He was getting closeâ you could feel it in the way he throbbed in your hand, and hear it in the desperate pants and moans passing his lips. Before he could finish, you slowed your pace and let him come back from the edge.Â
He sat there, arm slung over his eyes, just catching his breath. âEarth to Steve?â You teased, placing a kiss on his tummy. He made a low noise in the back of his throat and took another deep breath.Â
âOkay, Iâm good,â he said, a breathy laugh escaping his lips as he finally lowered his arm and looked at you. âJust needed a minute so I didnâtââ You giggled as he mimed an explosion, completely unabashed about the effect you had on him.Â
He grabbed the camera and placed it on the bedside table, doing his best to angle it just right. âAlright⊠wanna take a ride on the Harrington Express?â He patted his thighs with a smug expression and you groaned in annoyance.Â
âSteve.â
âFine. Iâll be so cool. Iâll be totally normal. But just know⊠youâre marrying a loser.â
You rolled your eyes good-naturedly as you straddled his thighs. âI wouldnât have it any other wayâŠÂ most of the time.â
He stared up at you like you hung the moon, all doe eyes and heart-shaped pupils. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, tender and slow, and you hummed contentedly at the feeling.Â
âI love you,â he murmured against your lips. He moved one of your hands from his shoulder and down to his chest, where his heart thumped steadily. For you.
Your own heart lurched in your chest as a swell of emotions overtook you. âI love you too, Steve.â
You reached between the two of you, taking his cock into your hand so you could position him at your entrance. You breathed slowly through your nose as you sank downâ the prep and attention he had given you made the stretch comfortable and bearable, so all you felt was the pleasurable full feeling that he gave you.
Once you were fully seated, you gave an experimental roll of your hips. A moan escaped you at the feelingâ as each tiny movement made delicious electricity run along your nerves.Â
He sat up fully, his chest pressing against yours, holding you firmly against him. âThatâs it, baby,â he groaned, cutting himself off to plant wet kisses along your jaw and throat. âFeels so good. Love the way your pussy feels around me.â
He cried out as you began to ride him in earnest, not caring how thin the walls of the condo were. His hands gripped onto your hips and dimpled the plush skin there as he began to meet your thrusts with his own. With each movement, you could feel him getting deeper until you could practically feel him in your guts.Â
âSteve,â you gasped out, meeting his gaze as he fucked up into you. The sound of his name seemed to spur him on.
âSay it again,â he demanded. âTouch yourself while you do,â
You whimpered at the tone of his voice, snaking a hand between your bodies to toy with your clit. Your limbs felt like jelly as he continued to fuck the life and brains out of you. âSt-Steve, fuck, baby,â you cried between the hiccup-y sobs of pleasure that were punched from your lungs.
âFuck, youâre squeezinâ me so tight. Not gonna last like this.â
âDonât,â you managed. âCum for me. With me.â You leaned in and kissed him in a way that felt like more saliva than lips.Â
When you pulled back, he nodded, forehead pressed against yours as you both worked each other over the edge. Your vision was spotted with pinpricks of light while he worked you through it, his moans distant in your ears.Â
You were both panting, nearly tacked together with sweat as you came down. You chuckled lightly as you tilted your head to look at him. âThat was one hell of a celebration.â He intertwined your fingers and placed a kiss on your ring finger.Â
âAnd we have the rest of our lives to do it again, and again, and again, and agââÂ
You shut him up with a kiss. You figure that for the rest of your lives, thatâs always going to work.Â
It does.
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Unfollowed- chris sturniolo
warnings: smut, p in v sex, idk what
summary: you saw chris' following and he makes you help unfollow them all since it bothers you so much.
a/n: i didn't proofread cause im too tired and i know im gonna regret it when i wake up.
a/n: this was inspired by one of @mattscoquette asks I'll tey and find it when i wake up but I'm literally about to crash out.
"im not playing around with you chris, so stop fucking smiling" you say through gritted teeth, pointing in his face.
You were currently yelling at chris about his insta following. You don't normally check his following because he has your trust and you didn't need too.
His fans were constantly messaging you about it so you checked and it was random only fan girls.
"Unfollow them!" you demanded, handing him his phone back. "why? you jealous" he let out a humorless laugh; infuriating you more.
"they don't mean anything to me" he added you felt as though he was lying straight through his teeth. If they didn't mean anything why couldn't he simply unfollow them "chris it was brought to my attention and it bothers me. unfollow. them"
"all of them" i added
"i don't know about you but this is really turning me on" he snorts grabbing your wrist and putting your hand on his crotch feeling his growing erection, not taking his eyes off you once; smirking. "chris.."
you were flattered while also shocked, for the most part. what you were saying probably wasn't even being heard and if so he liked it. The yelling and you trying to stand your ground and exert dominance, it was cute the affects you had on him showed profusely.
"go lay on the bed y/n" his stern tone made your pussy throb, you were now just as turned on as him.
chris got up from his gaming chair and walked over to the bed, where you were laying propped up on your elbows.
"you wanna demand thing, how bout you do me a favor and unfollow these girls for me, while i fuck you huh?" he told you, not asking nor suggesting.
He pulled your legs off the bed and flipped you onto your stomach, your ass sticking out against him. you let out a suprised gasp from the aggressive toss.
he threw his phone infront of you on his following list. "don't touch shit till i tell you to" you nod in response.
"oh c'mon baby, you were doing all that yelling, and don't have not one thing to say?" he teased. you shake your head making a chuckle leave his lips "alright then"
chris tugged your loosley fitted jeans off and threw them onto the ground leaving you in your panties. He unzips his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers and takes his aching dick out leaking with arousal.
he pulls your panties to the side to feel your soaked cunt, his semi cold fingers coming in contact with your core made you jolt. "Y/n" he warns.
your panties were pulled down and tossed to the side with some of your other article of clothing. you helped by also removing your shirt, but you gave up when you started struggling to take your bra off.
chris tugs your hair back and puts his hand under your mouth "spit" whatever you could form in your mouth you spit into his hand.
he strokes his length, with pre cum and your spit.
chris groans when sliding into your pussy this made you sink your teeth into your bottom lip letting out a muffled whimper.
"Start unfollowing. and say the name of the girls you unfollow too"
he ruts his hips into you, a loud moan following from the sudden movement followed by a low 'fuck'
your focus was on the phone but the sensation of pleasure was a distracting and manipulating your train of thought.
"I don't hear you" he reminds. His thrusts becoming more forceful and deep.
"paige- i unfollowed paige" you squealed screwing your eyes shut and opening them again to finish what was asked of you. "Im not letting you cum until you unfollowed every girl"
That made you fill with haste and begin looking at names quicker atleast you thought you were going quicker. "sid- sidney i unfollowed her" chris makes a makeshift ponytail and uses that as leverage to fuck into you harder.
his dick abusing your insides pumping in and out of your wet pussy. Wet, lewd sounds of skin slapping echoed in the room. chris brings his hand down to your clit rubbing it vigourisly with pressure, leaving your mouth agape, whimpers and high-pitched moans exited your mouth.
"chris- i can't finish reading the names" you admit. "then i guess I'll just have to stop" he begins slowing down his pace "no!" You protest against it picking the phone back up
"thats what i thought"
"mia.. im close" you said "my names not mia" he lets out a humorous chuckle, removing his hand from your hair and hold your hips pushing in and out.
You are reaching your climax and trying so hard not to realese.
his movements were at an ungodly pace making you drop his phone and forgetting why you were holding it in the first place.
with a few seconds passing his actions were getting more sloppy signifying he was getting close to his orgasm.
there was one more girl left then you were done it's not like he followed a whole bunch of them just about 10 max.
"madeline!" you yell out the last girls name, hitting the unfollow button then finishing around him laying limp against the bed. chris feels you up with his seed, your juices mixing; as he plunges his twitching cock in and out of you riding out both your orgasms, he winced pulling out. heavy breaths leaving from both of you. chris flops down beside you on the bed.
waiting a few minutes watching, as your chest rises and falls; catching your breath. "lets get cleaned up yeah?" he suggested.
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CS ⧠Simple solution ⰠMS
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Containsâ ïž Smut!, threesome!, strong language!, polyamory, suggestive remarks, pet names (ma, pretty), degrading words (whore, slut) + lowkey degradation kink, oral (m! & f! receiving), handjob, p in v (unprotected, do not), some kinda kink with looking alike? No incest! (don't fw that shit), etc. â ïž
wc. 827
i/n. I don't mind writing y/n as reader's referred term but like... I've bad, bad, bad memories of the term y/n, like i cringe every time I see it and it's all because of wattpad. Therefore, i'll forever use ma and pretty, thank you<3
psa. English is not my first language! Initial idea! (turned out kinda different.)
Loud moans echoed throughout the room, only to get muffled a few seconds later. "Fuckâstop squirming, ma." Chris grunted as he surged forward, "canât, fuck... fully go in," he muttered, holding your hips tightly. A second pair of hands gripped your waist and helped to keep you still.
The sensation of Chris filling you up from behind and Matt from the front made you feel overwhelmed. Matt chuckled breathlessly, sensing your difficulty breathing, as he took his length out of your mouthâmaking you gasp for air. đ©âĄđȘ
"Yâthink we look alike right now?" You looked up from your phone, seeing them in very similar outfits and hats on backwards. "Holy fuck, you actually kinda do," you laughed as you stood up from Mattâs bed, walking closer to them.
"Mattâs hair has grown out a lot, kid needs a new haircut," Chris commented, "but thatâs what makes you two look more similar." Your added comment made them momentarily freeze. "Yâthink so?" Matt chuckled, fixing his hat, earning a nudge from Chris. "Câmon, donât steal my haircut."
"Your haircut?" Chris laughed slightly, "yeah, mine," he said grinning, purposely trying to annoy him. "You really do need a haircut though, I like yours shorter," you said, making Matt grin, "yeah? yâlike mine shorter, pretty?" His voice dropped into a lower tone, stepping closer to you.
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You found yourself, somehow, kissing Matt passionately. Your clothes discarded on his bedroom floor and Chris kissing down your body. Youâve no idea what triggered them to suddenly do what they were doing, but itâs not like you were complaining.
Matt groaned in annoyance as his hair kept getting all up in his face, running a frustrated hand through it as he broke the kiss. He saw Chris still keeping his cap on despite his â otherwise â naked state. An idea popped up in Mattâs head as he reached for his own discarded hat, putting it on backwards just like Chris.
You didnât even realize Mattâs hat as Chris started to eat you out with such sudden force that you couldnât control your moans. Matt chuckled as he saw the scene, guiding your hand towards his aching dick. You barely kept yourself from squirming as Chris went on, your hand pumping Mattâs length while your other hand clutched onto Chrisâ hair.
Chrisâ left hand held your right leg down onto the bed while his right hand pumped himselfâall while eating you out like he was starving, slurping and sucking loudly. Matt helped Chris by holding down your other leg, making you moan louder as they held you down, unable to move away from the intense pleasure.
Your gaze wandered over to Matt from Chris, seeing them looking so similar made your pussy throb for some reason. Chris smirked against your folds when he gazed up and saw that Matt had worn his own hat in a similar way as him.
"Fuck, youâve a thing for lookalikes or sumâ, ma?" Chris chuckled as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Why? sâshe getting wetter?" Chrisâ gaze left yours and onto Mattâs as he nodded with that shit-eating grin, "yeah, so wet." Matt chuckled, making your face flush in embarrassment.
They exchanged a knowing look, already planning on doing this again as they adjusted their hats.
đ©âĄđȘ Your gasps eventually turned into moans as Chris fucked you relentlessly, "so fucking good," he groaned, planting a sharp slap on your ass. You jolted and whimpered, unable to move away as Matt held your shoulders tightly. You didnât even notice when his hands moved up to your shoulders from your waist.
Matt shifted his position, holding your shoulder with one hand while the other gripped his own length, giving it a few pumps, "open up, pretty." Despite your fucked up state, you found yourself complying.
"Damn, ma... yâtake us so wellâ such a slut." Chris slammed his hips hard against your backside, emphasizing his words. "Mm... câmon, pretty." Matt hissed through clenched teeth, holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail, "show us what a whore you are."
Encouraged by their words, you met Chrisâ thrusts as your mouth worked Matt, making both of them groan and moan in pleasure. You could tell they were both close, their cocks pulsing in your holes. You felt a rush of pleasure and satisfaction knowing you were giving them such intense pleasure that they couldât stop groaning and moaning.
Their hands clutched onto any part of you that they could hold on as they used your holes for their own pleasure, chasing the delicious pleasure you were providing them. You couldnât stop the knot from forming in your stomach, threatening to consume your mind, almost too much, almost.
Your mind blanked when they went balls deep in both your holes, filling you up to the brim. The sensation bordered on too much and your body responded immediately, convulsing as you orgasmed hard. Your world blurred as you felt yourself get consumed by the pleasure.
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So sweet- O. Piastri & L. Norris
Oscar Piastri x fem! Reader x Lando Norris x fem! Reader
In which you and Lando celebrate your boyfriendâs birthday your own way..
Warnings?; smut, poly! Relationship, p in v, penetrative sex, unprotected sex( a big no no), handjob (m receiving), switch Lando!, switch reader!, sub Oscar!, kissing, talks of spanking, suggestion of m x m, cursing, pet names, bratty lando, teasing, edging, good boy Oscar, slight food play?, sorry for any errors I missed!
This was supposed to be out weeks ago but writers block is a bitch and I didnât want it going to waste!
You didnât even notice what you were doing to your boys, to indulged in the sweetness of the cupcake Jon handed you you failed to notice the way both of your boyfriends eyes had locked on the way your tongue poked out to take a lick of the icing, or how their breaths hitched at the sound of your soft moan at how sweet the taste was.
âYou boys should really go get one, these are delicious.â You spoke, eyes still trained on the cupcake in your hand.
You frowned noticing some of the papaya icing on your finger, not thinking twice before popping the digit into your mouth to clean it off.
A soft fuck coming from the British driver had you looking up, freezing the second you caught the looks in both drivers eyes.
Both sets of their eyes darker than their natural color, watching intently as you removed your finger from your mouth.
âWhat?..â you trailed looking between both men.
âBaby..c-can you eat it normally please?â Oscar spoke up first.
âI am eating it normally?â You defended
Lando groaned at your words, his large hands wasting no time as they pulled you closer by your hips, dipping his head so he could whisper in your ear.
âNo, youâre being a fucking tease..sucking your fingers and moaning for everyone to see and hear.â
Your breath hitched at his words, a soft blush covering your cheeks as he pulled back looking down at you with a stern and frustrated expression.
Your eyes dropped down to their black jeans, bulges evident through the dark material everything finally clicked in your mind.
They were getting turned on by watching you eat a cupcake..
Neither of the men liked the smirk that tugged at your lips, their stomachs fluttering as your tongue poked back out this time licking the icing much more seductively.
âI donât know what you mean, Iâm just enjoying my cupcake.â You shrugged turning on your heels to head off towards Landoâs divers room, giggling as you heard both sets of their feet quickly following behind you.
You walked into the room and took a seat on the small couch, not bothering to shut the door as their two large bodies filed in right after you.
You looked up at them innocently, both men standing in front of you- Lando with his arms crossed impatiently and your sweet Aussie with his hands crossed in front of him.
âCan I help you boys with something?â You raised an eyebrow, tongue poking out for another taste of the icing.
âI-we..â Oscar stammered, always having trouble announcing what it was that he truly wanted when it came to sex, his nerves always taking over.
âOh fuck this.â Lando grumbled, surging forward he snatched the cupcake from your hands, throwing it into the bin next to you before quickly moving to sit beside you and pull you onto his lap.
You didnât have time to react to his rushed movements before he was pulling you into a heavy kiss, one of his large hands tangling in your hair while the other held your waist.
the mix of your natural taste plus added sweetness of the icing had him him moaning against you.
Feeling the couch shift and added weight you pulled away from the Brit, leaning over to pull Oscar into a kiss, his hands much more hesitant as they pulled you onto his lap.
âYou taste so sweet.â He whined as you both pulled away for air.
âNot as sweet as you birthday boy.â You smirked, running a finger along his reddening cheek, basking in the way he leaned into you with a soft sigh.
âThis is cute and all but can we fuck already? We only have an hour before practice.â Lando grumbled from beside you two.
Landoâs stomach twisted at the way your lips tugged up into a smirk at your lips, eyes switching between him and the brunette sat below you.
âWhy donât we let the birthday boy pick?â You spoke up, âWhat do you think Osc? Should I fuck you while Lando watches or does he deserve a little something too?â
Oscar whimpered at your words, eyes looking over at his now pouting boyfriend whose hard cock was pushing against the tight material of his jeans and he couldnât help but feel his mouth water at the thought of Landoâs thick cock.
âW-want you to ride me while i touch lan..â he mumbled with a quick please following close behind.
You hummed happily at his words, moving back slightly to pull him from the restraints of his jeans and boxers, basking in his small moan as his cock sprung free.
âAlways such a good boy for me Osc, so polite and patient.â You praised however your eyes were trained on the pouting Brit beside you, his arms crossed as he watched you slowly stroke Oscarâs length.
âTake your cock out lan, donât leave our good boy waiting.â You instructed, both you and Oscar watching intently as he grumbled under his breath but still did as you said.
The sight of his thick and needy cock causing Oscar to whimper and immediately reach out for his boyfriend, stroking his cock at the same pace your hand moved on his.
You watched on as the pleasure took over Landoâs once bratty demeanor, his eyes fluttering shut as his head tipped back and his nails dug into the arm of the couch.
âFuck.â He whimpered as Oscar flexed his wrist, his thumb running over Landoâs dripping tip.
You did the same to the Aussie causing small whines of his own to escape the back of his throat as his eyes moved back to you.
It was his and Landoâs turn to watch as you pushed your panties to the side under your dress and moved to hover over Oscarâs cock, air getting stuck in your throat as you sunk down on him.
Both men watched in awe as you took all of Oscarâs length, sharing a mutual moan of need at the way your body shook once you reached the base of his cock.
âSo good.â You hissed as you got used to his size, it didnât matter how many times you had either of them, you always needed time to adjust.
You soon began to rock your hips, hands resting on the back of the couch as you kept eye contact with the sweet boy below you, enjoying the way his face contorted into different signs of pleasure.
Lando watched from the side as your cunt greedily took Oscar, your tits slowly starting to spill over the top of your dress as your bounces began to pick up pace, causing the boy to whine with want.
Your smirk returned at the way Landoâs pretty eyes were locked in your breasts and you couldnât help yourself when you pulled the top down allowing them to spill free.
Oscar wasted no time in dipping forward and taking one into his mouth, a cry leaving you as his lips wrapped around one of your buds, his teeth lightly nipping before he calmed the stinging with a roll of his tongue, his left hand still working your boyfriends cock.
âC-can I please have a taste? Please.â Lando finally spoke after a minute of watching Oscar devour your breasts, fresh marks now littering your skin.
âYou think he deserves a taste Oscar?â
âMhm, been good for me.â Oscar mumbled into your skin, his lips returning right after he finished his sentence.
You gave Lando a curt nod and soon he was on the other breast like a starved man, sloppy wet kisses all over your skin, his tongue tracing the shape of your nipple before he took the bud between his teeth lightly.
âOh godâ you moaned at the mixed sensation of Oscarâs cock hitting you so deep and having both of their mouths on you, your hands coming up to cup the back of their heads.
âMâ getting close boys, fuck!â You cried.
You pushed both of them back as the feeling in your lower stomach began to increase, grinding down on Oscarâs length as you desperately chased your release, body shaking as you tipped over the edge.
Oscar wasnât far behind, the clenching of your cunt brining him to the edge as he cried out, filling you to the brim with his release.
You zoned out for a moment until a familiar whine sounded from beside you, looking over you found Lando with a swollen and throbbing cock.
With a teasing pout you wrapped your hand around his cock replacing Oscarâs much larger one that now rested on the Brits thigh.
âOscar leave you hanging baby?â You smirked at the boy.
He nodded in reply, the pleasure becoming to strong for him to form anything more than a few mumbles and breathless moans.
You knew he was close when he started thrusting into your hand, his moans raising in volume as his hips began to stutter and soon your hand was covered in his warm release.
He dropped back against the couch, his chest heaving as he recovered from his powerful orgasm after two denied ones from Oscar.
You smiled at your boyfriend before bringing your hand to your mouth, making sure to clean it of Landoâs release before pulling Oscar into a breathless kiss.
It was silent for a while after you two pulled away, a comfortable silence filling the room as everyone regained their strength.
âThat was fun.â Lando broke the silence, âBut you two will most definitely be paying for that later.â He sat up eyes locking with yours, a dark look swirling in them before he moved onto Oscar.
The Brit went to open his mouth but a knock sounding on the door cut him off before he could.
âThirty minutes till practice, get dressed please.â Jon announced waiting for a âokayâ from Lando before he retreated back to the garage.
The boy below you whimpered as you moved to get off of his softening cock, you whispered small apologies as you slid off moving to stand in front of him as you fixed yourself.
Oscar tucked himself away before standing on shaky legs of his own, his hands pulling you into his embrace as he held you close.
Lando didnât bother putting himself away, instead stripping down completely and pulling on his fireproofs before his racing suit.
âYou gotta go get ready osc.â You cooed in the boys ear, hand running up and down his back.
Oscar frowned at your words a small grumbled escaping him as he held you tighter.
âJust go get your things and get ready in here baby, weâll be right here when you come back.â Lando spoke up.
With a bit more pushing Oscar finally separated from you, giving Lando a small kiss as he passed on his way to go get his things.
You made your way to sit on Landoâs massage table, the boy coming to stand between your spread legs as you wrapped them around his back.
âAs hot as your little stunt was, your ass will be sorry for it later.â He smirked into your neck as he left wet kisses against the skin.
âDonât tease me now baby.â You smirked earning you a giggle from Lando as he pulled back with a shake of his head.
âWhat am I gonna do with you huh?â
âSpank me.â You shrugged hands sliding around his neck.
âWhoâs getting spanked?â Oscar questioned curiously as he walked back into the room, door shutting quickly behind him.
âMeâ you smirked looking up at Lando with nothing but amusement in your eyes.
âMaybe it shouldnât be a punishment anymore if you like it that much.â The Brit tutted with a shake of his head.
âWhat do you think osc? should I edge her instead, maybe make her watch me fuck you silly like she made me watch?â He continued looking over at your boyfriend.
âWait! Thatâs no-â you tried but Lando once again spoke up.
âYouâre the birthday boy baby, you get to pick.â
Oscar looked at your reddened face, a pout similar to Landoâs earlier one now present as your thighs began to rub together.
âCan I think about it? Get back to you after practice?â
Your eyes almost bulged out of your head at his words, watching as they both zipped up their suits and made way for the door.
âTake as long as you need baby.â Lando smiled, leaning in to give the boy a kiss.
âWait, boys, can we talk about this now..please?â You questioned as you shoved yourself between them in the hallway, body now squeezed between their frames.
âSorry baby, duty calls but weâll see you after Kay?â Lando smirked leaning down to press his lips against yours before moving forward to where Jon was.
âLove you pretty girl.â Oscar spoke, giving you a kiss as well before going to his side of the garage.
âWhat did I get myself intoâ
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Happy very late birthday Oscar! Sorry my writers block was a pain in the ass
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pet names and looped pinkies pt.2 [s.h.] 18+
an: hiii me again :) literally one person asked for this so i ran to do it and ended up going a little crazy with it but oh well! hope you enjoy!! feel free to send suggestions or ideas or just chat :) also this is not edited i was too tired goodnight and god bless steve harrington
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summary: a part 2 to this in which you and steve are best friends but really you want more and are too scared to say it. (steve harrington x fem!reader)
warnings: okayyyy very anxious reader, bottling up our emotions, cursing, kissing, fluff, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, some spit, an almost blowjob, i think thats it??? 18+ MDNI!!!!!
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So what if you watched your best friend that youâre madly in love with get off in front of you! So what if you helped him! It was fine. Perfectly fine, right?Â
Wrong.Â
Your head was a mess, everything all jumbled up and you didnât know how to sort through any of this. It had been three days since it happened and youâd been as normal as possible with Steve, answering his phone calls and eating with him on his lunch break. Everything was fine as far as he was concerned. It wasnât until you climbed into your bed at night that your head started to spin, and not in a good way, your palms sweating and your chest feeling heavy.Â
Confused. You were so beyond confused and frustrated with yourself over this whole situation. Confused because it had been one of the best experiences of your life and now your brain was picking it apart piece by piece and making your stomach turn and your head pound. Steve had said all the right things, all the things youâd wanted to hear for years, but you also had your hand on his cock so how much of that did he actually mean! Did he even remember it, want to remember it? What if he never wanted to do it again or even worse wanted to pretend like it didnât happen?Â
And frustrated. So fucking frustrated with yourself because these cruel, mean thoughts were based off nothing besides your own worries! They had no merit, but that did little to soothe the ache in your chest when you thought about your friendship with Steve.Â
The rational part of your brain, what was left of it at least, knew that if you just talked to Steve that this could all be cleared up. He would listen to you ramble and maybe he had a good enough handle on his emotions that he could give you some clarity. You knew this. You knew Steve would never be cruel or malicious with you, especially about something like this. And a part of you even knew that despite how well you thought you had hid it, Steve probably knew just how much this, how much he really meant to you.Â
But the much bigger part of your brain, the irrational part, held so much worry and fear about this potential conversation with Steve that youâd kept your mouth shut for the last 3 days. What if he regretted it? What if he didnât mean anything he said and you were just there at the right time? What if this makes things weird and you lose your best friend? What if he just feels sorry for you? Does he know how you feel and decided to give you some attention out ofâŠpity?
Your palms had little crescent shapes in them from where you had dug your fingernails, trying to ground yourself and failing miserably. Maybe this wasnât a big deal. Maybe you were being dramatic and blowing this way out of proportion. Maybe Steve felt the same. But did you want to risk that? Could you? Because all you really knew at the end of the day was that you loved him. You loved him more than you ever thought possible, so much your heart felt like it could burst when he smiles at you or laughs a little too hard at something thatâs not even funny.Â
So you kept your mouth shut and tried to be as normal as possible. You kept that fake smile on your face and prayed that nobody noticed, or kept it to themselves if they did. You let Steve tug on your hair and loop his pinky with yours as if it didnât break your heart a little more each time he did it.Â
Any piece of him would be enough for you, it was better than not having any of him at all.Â
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Steve could tell that something was up. Heâd expected you to avoid him after that night and was pleasantly surprised when you answered his call on the second ring the next morning, smiling to himself and trying not to bounce on his heels like an overexcited puppy.Â
But then heâd seen you in person. Youâd come to Family Video on your day off to eat lunch with him on his break, giving him a quick once over when you first walked in but besides thatâŠnothing. Maybe you were feeling a little shy, he could understand that. He saw the small smile you gave him when he pulled out two pb&jâs, one for him and one for you and it made his heart soar. He liked doing things for you, loved making you happy.Â
He thinks heâd give you the moon if he could.Â
Everything seemed normal so far, you were a little more quiet than usual but considering the circumstances he wasnât too surprised by that. Itâs when youâre sitting down with him in the break room that he notices. Youâre talking now, laughing at his stupid jokes and teasing him like always, but itâs different.Â
Youâre here but youâre not. Youâre not looking at him, youâre looking around him. Youâre giving him smiles and giggles but theyâre not yours. This is even worse than what he imagined because youâre trying to act normal. He can practically see your head spinning, thoughts going crazy behind your eyes and it kills him. It hurts because youâre keeping this from him. Youâre hiding from him.Â
If heâs being honest with you and himself, heâs been freaking out about this so he knows youâve been too. But he thought you were good enough friends that it wouldn't have been weird to talk about it. He thought he made you feel safe and comfortable enough to confide in him.Â
But maybe he hadnât. Maybe he needed to try harder to make sure you knew that he was there for you. Always. That heâd do anything to make you feel safe. That you could come to him with anything and heâd listen without judgment. That he loved you.
âDo you wanna talk about it, honey?â He bit the bullet, hoping this didnât blow up his face and praying to god you didnât want to forget it had ever happened, he knew he sure as hell wouldnât.Â
âOh..no-we donât have to, I mean we can if you want but Iâm fine. I mean, itâs fine, right? Weâre good.â He knew heâd lost you, your eyes dropping to the floor to stare as your foot tapped nervously on the tile.Â
âLater, then. We can talk about it when youâre ready, yeah?â The fucking Family Video break room wasnât the place to have this conversation anyways but he couldnât stand to see you pretending around him, acting like you were okay when you werenât.Â
He hated to see you pretending but he hated even more that he couldn't lean across this tiny table and kiss you. God he wanted to taste you again, to watch how your pretty pink lips got all swollen and slick and to feel how your hands tugged mercilessly on his curls while you dragged him closer to you.Â
But he could be patient. Heâd wait for you forever if that's what it took.Â
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A party was the last place you wanted to be tonight, but when Steve had called you and practically begged for you to come, you found yourself agreeing before you knew what you were doing. As if youâd ever be able to say no to him. You did manage to tell him youâd meet him there, needing to give yourself some time to get your head on straight and pretend to be put together.Â
Youâre not even sure whose house this is, you didnât recognize the address when it was given to you over the phone and standing on the front porch now in front of an open door with people and music pouring out of it, you think youâve made a huge mistake.Â
Despite the nagging feeling in your gut telling you to turn around and run back home, you think of Steve and you just donât have the heart to not show up. Pushing through the crowd of people proves harder than expected, a grunt escaping when you catch an elbow or hip that almost knocks you over. You keep pushing and pushing until finally youâve made it through and youâre face to face with Robin, a smile breaking out over her face before sheâs rushing forward to pull you into a hug.Â
Sheâs drunk, you can tell and she confirms as much when she pulls back and looks around to make sure no one is listening like sheâs got some big secret. âThank god youâre here! I donât think I could take another second of Steveâs whining. Weâre both three sips away from blackout drunk because I made it a game between the two of us.â Sheâs talking so fast and bobbing her head along that you can barely make out what sheâs saying. But before you can ask her to clarify, she is.Â
âYep. Told him that everytime he mentioned you or asked about you weâd both have to take a drink. Bad game idea now that I think about it, tomorrow is gonna suck but it was worth it. Heâs awfully quiet when heâs not blabbing about you. Jesus Christ I donât even want to think about how many times Iâve heard the word bunny in the last hour and a half.âÂ
Your heart is thudding dangerously fast in your chest, a blush working its way up your cheeks and you think if youâd fall to the ground if it wasnât for Robin still clinging onto you.Â
Before you can even begin to dissect her words youâre pushed forward, a curse falling past your lips as you grip Robinâs arm hard enough to make her wince and curse at the person behind you. It doesnât take long before you figure out who it is though.Â
âThere she is, thereâs mâgirl.â Heâs right there behind you, arms wrapped around your waist and head tucked into the crook of your neck. You can feel his fingers digging into your tummy and his hair tickling your cheek as he nuzzles closer to you. His deep, gravelly voice sends a shiver down your spine and you canât help but to relax into him, eyes fluttering closed as his words wash over you.Â
Heâs drunk, beyond drunk, and you know that but it doesnât mean your thighs donât clench at the quick, wet open mouthed kisses heâs leaving on the side of your neck before you can manage to pull away and turn around to get a good look at him.Â
Turning around was a bad idea. Oh my god it was such a bad idea. Because when you do youâre faced with the sexiest, most devastatingly hot version of Steve youâve ever seen in your life.Â
Holy fuck. Youâre fucked. So fucked.Â
He has on a button up that hugs his arms so nicely you could cry, the first few buttons undone and showing off a patch of chest hair you didnât know he had but is now making your eyes widen and fuck there goes another pair of panties. Thereâs a sheen of sweat over his neck and chest where heâs been dancing and his eyes are dark, pupils blown and almost crazed looking as he takes you in. Those lips youâve dreamed about for weeks are parted just so, his tongue quickly swiping across his bottom lip and youâve never seen anyone so perfect. Your hands are clenched at your sides as you drink him in, his hair a mess like heâs run his hands through it a million times tonight and his forehead and neck are slick with sweat too. Goddamn it. Goddamn this party and goddamn Steve Harrington for looking like that.Â
Youâre so caught up in Steve that you forget Robin is there, hell youâve forgotten youâre at a party filled with people at all, but you canât bring yourself to care. Not when heâs looking like that or when heâs looking at you like that. Not when his hands are still on you and heâs giving you a smirk that would have any person dropping to their knees.Â
Before you do anything too embarrassing you turn back to Robin who is now looking at you both like youâve got 4 heads. âRob, how are you getting home? I can walk you but I think youâve both had enough fun tonight.â You ignore Steveâs whine from behind you, stomping his foot like a toddler at the prospect of having to leave.Â
âOh! Donât worry about me, Nance is coming to pick me up. I just knew Harrington wouldnât be concerned with anyone but you tonight so I called in for backup.âÂ
Looking back over your shoulder you see Steve with a shy smile as he gives you both a small shrug as to say âyeah and what about itâ. Robin flies off before you can say anything else, assuming sheâs seen Nancy or someone else she knows you turn back to Steve and take his hand in yours getting ready to tug him out the door when he stops you.Â
âBut you just got here, didnât even get to have any fun with you, bunny.â Heâs wearing an adorable little pout that makes you smile and youâre sure he wonât remember this tomorrow so you reach up to push his hair back, patting his cheek on your way.Â
âYouâre drunk, Steve. Like drunk drunk. I need to get you home and in bed, okay? We can do something tomorrow, promise, but I think youâve had enough fun for tonight.âÂ
âOh weâre going to bed? I can get behind that.âÂ
âYou are going to your bed and I am going to my own bed tonight, Harrington.â You pinch his side to scold him but he doesnât care, trying to come off as innocent as possible even though heâs got you reeling right now.Â
If thereâs one thing Steve knows how to be, itâs dramatic. âUgh fine! But I am not leaving until you dance with me. Just one, baby, please?âÂ
âOne, Harrington!â You huffed, pretending to be annoyed as he dragged you further into the crowd of people. You were too focused on him and the feel of his skin on yours to even pay attention to what song was booming around you.Â
His hands were on your hips, yours wrapped around his neck as you swayed back and forth. You were almost positive this was not a slow song but you didnât care. Everyone was practically dry humping around you, but when he flashed you that âKing Steveâ smirk you couldnât help but to smile back, shaking your head at him.Â
He pulled you closer to him, leaning down to talk to you over the loud music and chatter from the people pressed in on every side of you.Â
âSo pretty, you know that?âÂ
âYouâre drunk, Steve.âÂ
He scoffed, acting like that offended him. âAnd? That doesnât make it any less true.âÂ
Rolling your eyes you just shook your head, trying to look at anywhere else but him. It was hard acting like his words didnât make your heart skip a beat, but he was drunk and now was not the time to dive into this.Â
Gripping your chin between his fingers, your eyes were brought to his. âMâserious. Donât roll your eyes at me like itâs silly. Youâre the prettiest girl Iâve ever seen.âÂ
Words stuck in your throat you didnât know what to do besides look at him and why the fuck did it feel like you were about to cry. All you could do was nod, pulling back to create some sort of space between you two. You needed to breathe, to think and you couldnât do that pressed up against him.Â
âYour one dance is up! Letâs go, Harrington.âÂ
Dragging him behind you was like trying to drag a toddler out of a candy store. He was pouting, dragging his feet behind you and making this as difficult as possible. âDonât call me that.â
âCall you what? Your name?âÂ
âHarrington. Donât call me that, I donât like it, like it when you call me Stevie.â You didnât say anything, just kept walking. This was going to be the longest ten minute walk of your life. He took your silence as his cue to keep going, âI keep thinking about itâyour hand on my cock, I mean. Canât even tell you how many times Iâve got off to it in the last few days. And your lips, oh my god, your lips. Takinâ up all the space in my brain, pretty girl.âÂ
âSteve!â You turned around and smacked at his chest. âWe are not talking about this when youâre almost blackout drunk, alright? Weâre taking you home. Thatâs it, you hear me?âÂ
âYes maâam!â He saluted you, doing a poor job at keeping his amusement at bay. Itâs quiet between the both of you for the rest of the walk, up until youâre at his door and fumbling for his keys that heâs dangling above your head like itâs a game.Â
âIâll give you the keys if you promise to talk about this with me.âÂ
âSleep outside for all I care!âÂ
âOh cmon, please? Pretty please? Youâre acting weird with me and I may be drunk but Iâm aware enough to know I miss you, even if youâre right here.âÂ
Alright so maybe you hadnât done a good job of pretending to be normal. Or maybe Steve just knew you better than you thought, which was scary. You needed to rip the bandaid off. Push your fears aside and try and work this out so you don't feel so miserable and alone all the time.Â
âTomorrow, okay? Go inside and get some sleep and I promise Iâll come over tomorrow and weâll have a real conversation about this. I swear, Steve but we cannot do it while you're drunk off your ass.âÂ
Your ass that looks amazing in these jeans, might I add.
He huffed like a petulant child, rolling his eyes and dropping his keys into your open palm and moved aside so you could finally open the door. Pushing the door open you shoved him in, making sure he didnât fall and then stepping back onto the porch.Â
âIâm going, okay? Go drink a big glass of water and then go to bed. Iâll see tomorrow.âÂ
He flashed you one of those lazy smiles that made you melt, giving you a little wink as he leaned against his doorframe. âGânight, bunny. Can I get a goodnight kiss?âÂ
âGoodnight, Stevie.âÂ
All you heard as you walked down his steps was his laughter and the door closing, porch light turning on so you could see. You waited on the sidewalk until you were sure he locked his door.Â
You were fucked, as per usual.Â
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Itâs an hour before youâre supposed to be at Steveâs and you feel like youâre gonna throw up. Youâve spent the whole day pacing around your room and picking up the phone every fifteen minutes to cancel on him.Â
But you canât. You promised. And youâre cursing yourself for swearing anything to a drunk Steve, especially because he shouldnât even remember it but of course he did! He called you bright and early, far too early for how drunk he had been, and reminded you about your âdateâ as heâd called it.Â
Youâd thrown on one of his t-shirts because the smell of him surrounding you was the only thing keeping you sane right now. You didnât have the energy to get dolled up for him, too nervous about tonight to even think about it.Â
Youâve gone back and forth about a million times on what to say and youâve decided on the truth. Youâd tell him you liked him as more than a friend, that you didnât want to lose him but didnât want to keep it from him anymore.Â
And youâd hope for the best.Â
God you were definitely gonna throw up. Youâd cried probably five times today already, your hands had been shaky since you woke up, and you slept like shit. But you couldnât keep going like this. Having little pieces of him was enough, at least you thought it was. But it wasnât healthy and it wasnât fair to either of you.Â
The clock ticking away was taunting you. You needed to leave now and for the first time today your feet didnât want to move. Cmon, be a big girl.Â
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The walk to Steveâs was quiet but your mind was anything but. You were staring at his front door now like it would bite you if you got too close. He must have had a sixth sense, or he was watching from the window like a puppy because one second you're staring at his door and the next itâs thrown open and heâs there. Heâs there and heâs beautiful and heâs glowing even though he should be glued to the bathroom floor from how much he drank.Â
âHow ya feeling, Harrington?âÂ
He tugged you in and closed the door behind you, that pout youâve grown to love staring back at you. âTold you not to call me that, didnât I? Itâs Stevie to you.âÂ
He tried to pull you into him but you slipped past, running into the living room and plopping down on the couch, hearing his footsteps follow after you quickly. He sat down on the opposite end and you must have been frowning at that because he was quick to speak up.Â
âIâm only sitting so far away because I actually want to have this conversation and if youâre too close to me I wonât be able to focus, honey. Donât frown at me.âÂ
Eyebrows raised, you stared at him. Heâd always been blunt with you, openly flirty but sometime in the last few days a switch had flipped with him too. You always thought it was casual but now heâs saying things that make you feel like he might want this too, might want you.Â
âOh, um, alright. That makes sense, I guess.âÂ
It was quiet and you were quickly realizing you werenât the only one that was nervous. His fingers were running along the stitching of the couch and your hands were twisting in your lap.Â
Fuck it, it was now or never. âIâm gonna start, if thatâs okay?â He nodded at you and you cursed yourself for speaking up. But maybe if you just pushed it all out as quick as possible this would be quick and painless. Or maybe the ground beneath you would open up and swallow you whole.Â
âIâm gonna say this and then we can go from there. I like you. A lot. More than best friends like each other. I donât think best friends give their friends handjobs either but we did that and anyways I like you. If you donât feel the same way thatâs fine, Iâll get over it. I just donât want to lose you, ya know? I get it might be awkward at first and it might take time but youâre just so important to me. The most important person in my life. And youâre so good, so special I would just be really sad if I didnât have you. But it wasnât fair to me or to you to keep it from you so here I am. Saying lots of shit. But the point is I like you and I want you anyway youâll have me.âÂ
You were sucking in quick breaths by the time you finished, taking your quick and painless approach a little too far. You donât think you actually took a breath during that little speech and that wasnât doing anything to help with the lightheadedness you were already feeling.Â
He was dead still and quiet beside you and you couldnât bring yourself to look at him. OkayâŠmaybe you had completely misread this situation. The longer it took him to speak the worse you felt. Maybe you could make it to the door before he even noticed you were up? He seemed stunned. Maybe you could make it?Â
âDonât run.âÂ
Could he read your fucking mind? What the hell was that? But you obeyed, still looking straight ahead and didnât dare turn toward him. God this was horrible. There was a reason you kept your feelings all bottled up, because there was a chance it would go like this! You let them out and you feel even worse than you did before.Â
âIâm sorry Iâm not saying anything but Iâm a little pissed off and trying to find a way to say this that doesnât come out mean,âÂ
waitâwhat? Oh god. If you were lost before you were gone now. Pissed off? About what? âIâm pissed off because it sounds like you're writing this off as nothing before Iâve even been aware there was something there. And Iâm pissed at myself because Iâve done a pretty shit job at showing my feelings for you. I thought it was obvious I was obsessed with you, but it seems you didnât pick up on it and Iâm pissed we wasted so much time tip toeing around each other when you could have even officially been my girl for a long time now.âÂ
You didnât even know where to start with that. Where to even begin unpacking what he had just thrown at you. A little part of you wasnât totally shocked but youâd really just done such a good job at convincing yourself it was one-sided that you felt like youâd just gotten a bomb dropped on you.Â
âIâŠwell I just thought you were that way with everyone.âÂ
He looked at you like you were stupid, and maybe you were. Your brain was trying to catch up to what had just happened and was doing a shit job when he looked at you as if it was common sense that he felt that way.Â
âHave you ever heard me call anyone else baby, or sweetheart, or honey, or anything like that?âÂ
âWell no, butââ
âAm I ever hanging all over anyone else? Trying to get their attention and be as close to them as possible? Tugging on anyoneâs hair or holding their hands or making them cuddle me?â
âI mean not that Iâve been but Stevieââ
âYou havenât, because all that shit is reserved for you, baby. I only call you those names, mainly because I love to see your cheeks get all pink. I only touch you like that. Only want you on me. I get so fuckinâ jealous when youâre looking at anyone else. I tug on your hair like a toddler just so youâll look at me or tease me or scold me. You get that? Itâs only you. Iâm sorry I didnât make that clear enough but I fuckinâ swear. Youâre my best friend but youâre so much more. Youâre my girl, my bunny, arenât you?âÂ
One second you were feet away from him on the couch and the next youâre launching yourself across and into his lap so quickly he barely had time to wrap his arms around you before your lips were pressed against his. It was hot and messy and urgent as if one of you would disappear at any moment.Â
âMâsorry, Stevie. So sorry. Itâs not you, itâs my brain. I just get so scared and I just care about you so much I justâŠI convinced myself you didnât want me that way and I got so deep in those feelings I wouldnât let myself see any different. And I didnât bring it up, I hid it from you and Iâm sorry. Oh my god, Iâm sorry.âÂ
Youâre a mess in more ways than one, emotions all over the place and a million thoughts racing through your mind as you kiss him all over, desperate to be as close to him as humanly possible.Â
âShh, shh, donât be sorry, baby. Nothing to be sorry for. I get it, but now you know that you can talk to me about this stuff, right? Weâll work through it together and figure out the tough shit. Iâm not going anywhere. You got me, okay? Iâm all yours, always have been.âÂ
Nodding against him was all you could do, too overwhelmed and wrapped up in everything him to think about anything else. He was so sweet, too sweet. He understood you, cared enough to make you feel seen and heard and god it might not the right time but you didnât care, all you could think about was being with him, close to him, anything you could get.Â
He was yours now and you would not waste another second.Â
âTake me upstairs, please.â The words mumbled against his lips but he heard them loud and clear, his hand grabbing yours and dragging you behind him like a rag doll.
Heâs barely got the door to his room closed when youâre pushing his back against it, dropping to your knees in front of him and fumbling your way through trying to undo his pants. You know you seem desperate but you are desperate. Youâve never wanted someone like you want him and you think that if you don't get your mouth on him in the next five seconds that the world might actually end.Â
Heâs cursing above you, hands hovering like he doesnât know where to put them before the land in his hair, head falling back against the door as he squeezes his eyes shut.Â
Somehow between your quick moving hands and some help from Steve you manage to unbutton his pants, wiggling them over his hips and whimpering at the way they catch on his thighs. Neither of you bother with getting them off, far too occupied with how heâs straining against his boxers. His hands move for them but before he can youâre leaning forward, kissing the outline of his cock through the material and the noise that leaves his mouth is enough to have you moaning against him.Â
Your knees are already feeling sore against the hardwood floor but you think if he keeps making noises like that youâd stay here for hours.Â
Chancing a look up at him while you place kisses up and down the length of him youâre met with his eyes instantly, a pained look on his face as he stares down at you. You leave one last kitten lick through his boxers before you pull back enough to really see him. âAre yo- are you okay? Is this notâŠam I not..I havenât done this in awhile so Iâm not sure if itâs any good, Iâm sorry.âÂ
Heâs got you up to your feet so fast it makes you dizzy and heâs suddenly looking at you with a look so serious youâre scared youâve fucked this up. All because you wanted his cock in your mouth damnit!Â
Before you can apologize again heâs gripping your arms, forcing you to look at him. âYou are perfect, that was perfect and fuck I canât even believe Iâm actually turning down the chance to have your pretty mouth on me but I think if you did Iâd cum instantly and that would be really embarrassing. So as much as I want it, and believe me baby I want it, I need this to last more than two seconds, alright?âÂ
The initial sting of rejection is quickly replaced with a feeling of pure lust, a craving for him so strong that it makes you falter in front of him. You canât help the small pout on your lips, youâd really wanted to taste him, to watch him fall apart above you!Â
âDonât pout, honey. Yâcan have my cock whenever you want. But right now all Iâm worried about is making you feel good, okay?â He tugs your bottom lip with his thumb and you smile shyly, lips puckering against the tip of his finger and leaving a small kiss there that makes him smile fondly.Â
But then an idea sparks and you decide if you canât taste his cock you want to taste some of him at least. You watch with satisfaction as his jaw goes slack, eyes widening when you part your lips around his thumb, taking it deeper into your mouth and showing him what he's missing by denying you what you really want. Both of you stand there quiet for a moment, you just barely bobbing your head on his thumb and moaning around it when he presses down lightly on your tongue. Heâs cursing under his breath, pulling his thumb from your lips with a pop and dripping your chin thatâs now slick with your own spit.Â
âGreedy girl. So needy for cock youâll stand here and suck on my thumb. Sâkinda desperate donât ya think, baby?âÂ
Under any other circumstance you think youâd be crying from embarrassment but even though his words are teasing, the way heâs looking at you is anything but. Heâs got a mean mouth but his eyes are telling you how much he loves it, how lucky he is, how heâs just as desperate if not more.Â
âJust yours,â His brows are furrowed and a piece of hair falls over his forehead and you clarify quickly, feeling a little shy under his stare, âjust your cock, Stevie.âÂ
Realization dawns on him he feels a twitch in his boxers as he stares at you, lips messy with spit and eyes dark just like his. âJust for me, huh?â He canât even make the adoration for you, a warm sensation running through his body as you nod at him with pink cheeks.Â
He doesnât think thereâs anyone as perfect as you and the fact that youâre standing here, telling him you need himâfuck how did he get this lucky? There must have been a glitch in the system, some sort of blip but he wasnât complaining and wouldnât question it with you hanging on him like you were.Â
Determined to show you that he was just as needy for you, wanted you just as badly he took your shoulders, gently pushing you until the back of your knees hit his bed. You fell back with a plop, moving yourself back when he nodded his head at you in encouragement.Â
Hungry didnât even begin to describe how Steve was looking at you. He was staring you down as if he wanted to devour you, and youâd let him. No one had ever shown any interest in going down on you and it had become something youâd just kind of accepted you wouldnât experience.
Steve was going to change that.Â
âCan I, baby?â His hands hovered over your shorts. Youâd come over in these and one of his shirts, not caring enough to get dressed up when your goal was to get it all off as quickly as possible. âNeed to see your pretty little cunt, bet sheâs aching for me, yeah? But sheâs all wet and needy and begging for my attention, isnât she, bunny?âÂ
Jesus Christ, he had a mouth on him. His words alone had you clenching around nothing, hips lifting as you nodded quickly so he could pull your shorts down. He left your panties on and you cursed, a wave of embarrassment flooding through you, mostly because you knew heâd see how wet you were, how wet you had been for weeks because of him.Â
Shorts thrown somewhere on the floor behind him your thighs closed quickly, head resting on your shoulder as you leaned up on your arms for support. Youâd need all the support you could right now. But Steve wouldnât have any of that. His tongue clicked, a reprimand for depriving him a look between your thighs when itâs all heâd been thinking about for months. He knocked your knees apart and if you werenât so desperate to see his reaction your head would have fallen back on the bed.Â
Youâd have thought it was Christmas morning the way he was grinning. Or as if he had just won the lottery! And to him, he had.Â
âMessy messy girl. Poor thing, Iâll have to fix this, yeah?âÂ
It was all you could do to nod at him and it was only seconds later that he dove in, taking one long, slow lick up the front of your panties, pressing a gentle kiss where your clit was that had you falling back and throwing your arm over your eyes. He was gonna be the death of you.Â
Apparently that one little taste was enough to dissolve whatever will power he had left because in the next ten seconds your hips were lifted and panties were practically torn down your legs. He took no time at all getting himself back between your thighs, hands on either one holding them apart so he could bury his face there.Â
If it didnât feel so good youâd be pissed that this was what youâd been missing out on, but when Steve was sucking your clit into his mouth with the right amount of pressure to have you seeing stars, or using his fingers to stretch you for his cock, you couldnât have cared less about anything or anyone else.Â
Youâd also never seen Steve so quiet. Well, he wasnât exactly quiet, you could feel his muffled moans and pleas against you as you gripped his hair in your hands and pulled him closer, but he was more content than heâd ever been.Â
Youâre not sure how you manage any thoughts, let alone words right now when heâs making you feel so good and you can feel that burn in your tummy that tells you youâre close, but you still find it in you to tease him.Â
âCanât believe this was all it took to shut you up, shouldâve done this ages ago.â It doesnât come out as clean and quick as you wanted, it takes about 30 seconds to manage the words. But youâre proud of yourself for teasing him but immediately regret it when he pulls away, a whine leaving your throat as you try and tug him back.Â
âYâsure you wanna be mean to me when itâs my mouth youâre grinding against?âÂ
His words ooze with confidence and you know itâs well earned because heâs got you in the palm of his hand. You take the opportunity to get a good look at him, eyes almost black and hair all messy from where youâve pulled and tugged for the last 15 minutes. Heâs wearing his signature smirk and you gasp at his swollen lips and chin thatâs quite literally dripping wet with you.Â
âMâsorry, sorry. Please keep going, I was so close.â He doesnât make you beg, even though at this point youâd get on your hands and knees if he asked. He goes right back to work, picking up the same pace and you know it wonât take long before that burn in your belly engulfs you completely.Â
He takes instructions well, groaning his acceptance when you tug him back to your clit, nodding his head in understanding. âGonna cum, gonna cum, youâre gonna make me cum, Stevie,â Youâre babbling now, hoping he can make out some of your words as you move your hips faster and harsher against him, chasing your own release.Â
You canât hear what heâs saying but can feel his mouth moving against you. He never truly shuts up. And you donât know it but heâs begging for you to cum. It sends you over the edge anyways, thighs closing around his head tightly as you gasp and your body locks up. Itâs too much and not enough, youâre buzzing from head to toe and then you feel him helping you through it, small little licks to your clit, his hands rubbing at your trembling thighs as you try and catch your breath.Â
âFuckâ Steve might have said it, or it might have been you, youâre not sure. Chest heaving you canât do anything but stare at the ceiling above you, trying to get your heart to slow down so you can make sense again.Â
All of a sudden your line of sight is cut off by a mop of brown hair and two sparking eyes hovering over you, a smile so big youâre sure his cheeks must hurt. âBest meal of my life, baby.â His chin is still wet and you move your hand up to collect some on your thumb, sticking it in your mouth with a hum and he doesnât waste any time before heâs diving down to press his lips against yours. Tasting yourself on his lips makes you moan and itâs then you feel his cock against your stomach, hot and slick and begging for attention.Â
Pulling away you look down between you and see that sometime between getting you on the bed and making you cum heâs taken his boxers off. When you look back up to him he smiles sheepishly,Â
âSorry they were digginâ into me and I was about to go crazy. But I canâŠI can put em back on. Donât want you to feel like we have to do anything else, Iâll happily go back between your thighs and spend the rest of my life there, if youâll let me.âÂ
Grabbing the back of his neck you pull him down until your foreheads are pressed together, shaking your head at him like heâs crazy. âStevie, not to be too forward but I refuse to leave this room without you fucking me.âÂ
He laughs. Itâs loud and it makes you giggle and your noses are bumping against one another and heâs pressing kisses to your cheeks and the corner of your mouth and heâs backing up just enough to get a good look at you, âThank fucking god.âÂ
Steve was big. Not that you were complaining but damn you were a little worried about how that was going to fit inside of you. A little part of you was worried about him fitting but a bigger part of you just really wanted this to be good, for both of you. It was cliche but you wanted fireworks and passion and to feel him for days after.Â
You werenât a virgin, youâd been with a few guys over the years and sex for you had always just beenâŠokay. Yeah, sometimes it was good, but it was never how youâd read in books or heard on tv shows and movies. Steve didnât know it but he had just given you your first orgasm by sometime other than yourself! It had never been the mind blowing, toe curling experience you thought it would, but if anyone was going to break the standard, it was Steve Harrington.Â
He mustâve seen the worry on your face, moving to lay beside you with his hand rubbing comforting circles on your hip. âYou sure you wanna do this, sweetheart? Say the word and we can watch a movie or get late night pizza, whatever you want.âÂ
âCan this be one of those times where I say a bunch of shit and you donât judge me or laugh? Just listen to me.â He nodded at you, all hints of teasing and playfulness gone. Youâre sweet Stevie.Â
âOk, so, right okayâso Iâve had sex before and itâs been alright but I donât want alright with you. I want hot and sweaty amazing sex that Iâm gonna think about for the rest of my life, ya know? And I donât doubt that you can deliver, trust me Iâm sure you can,â you lean towards him as if youâre not the only ones in the roomâthe house, and whisper like itâs a secret, âyouâve seen your dick, right? That thing is massive and you seem like you know how to use it!â You sit back up then, only a little embarrassed at your rambling before you continue, âso I guess Iâm more worried than I wonât be able to deliver and I just really like you and want this to be good for you and I think Iâd never recover if you didnât have a good time andââ
He stops you with a hand over your mouth, eyes wide and a small smile playing on his lips as he stares at you. âTake a breath, baby. Now.âÂ
Your mouth drops open as soon as he removes his hands, your mind going black at the tone of his voice, so stern and deep. But you do as he says, taking a deep breath and holding it for a few seconds before letting it out slowly, looking to him for confirmation that youâve done something right.Â
âGood girl, there ya go. Now, I didnât want to cut you off but you were gonna run out of air if I didnât. Itâs my turn to talk now and youâre gonna listen, right?â You canât help but just nod at him, your mind trying to catch up to your body as his words sink in and wash over you.Â
He rubs his thumb against your cheek to soothe you and it does the trick, your pulse calming down enough that you can breathe again.Â
âYou do remember about half an hour ago when I stopped you from putting this pretty mouth on my cock because I wouldâve cum in seconds, right? Because Iâm sorry that I havenât made it clear to you that this is already the best experience Iâve ever had. Fuck, baby, having your hand on me a few days ago was the highlight of my year. Eating your sweet little pussy is gonna get me off for the rest of my life. This is only good for me because itâs you. You hear me? You donât need to be nervous or worried about me enjoying this, I swear to you Iâm havinâ the time of my life.âÂ
You donât realize youâre crying until heâs wiping away your tears with his thumb, cooing at you and making your heart thump so hard you can feel it in your toes.
âI love you, ya know.âÂ
This time itâs his turn to be stunned into silence but it only lasts a few seconds before heâs kissing you, or heâs trying his best, itâs hard to kiss when heâs smiling so big against your mouth. âOh I know, and I love you too, more than anything.âÂ
You feel like a teenager, giggling and peppering kisses all over his cheeks, so in love and just so breathtakingly happy itâs almost unbelievable. You feel silly now that you ever worried about anything, not even heâs so perfect and sweet and kind and yours. Heâs worth every minute of panic and stress though.Â
Then he opens his mouth and you remember that youâre still embarrassingly wet and that heâs still throbbing against your hip.Â
âAnd donât worry about my cock, bunny, weâll make it fit.âÂ
His thumbs slide under the band of his boxers and he looks to you, making sure itâs okay that he finally peels them off. When you nod he wastes no time in dragging them over his hips and down his legs until heâs kicking them off and onto the ground, both of you letting out a sigh of relief.Â
You thought Steveâs cock was pretty the first time you saw it but thatâs nothing compared to now. Heâs painfully hard, tip red and leaking, smearing precum where it lays twitching against his belly. You hold a little resentment toward him now for not letting you put your mouth on him. You think there might even be some drool on your lip as you look at him.Â
Heâs watching you stare at his cock and trying not to cum on the spot, hands clutching his comforter do tight he might rip it. He has to move his eyes away from you so he can attempt to focus, too worked up to really make any sense right now.Â
âHoney how do youâŠwhat do you think would be better for you?â He wants this to be as painless for you as possible, only wants for you to feel good. Heâd twist into a pretzel if he thought it would be better for you.Â
âIâll uh, Iâll be on top. I think thatâll be best so I can umâI think thatâll be good for me.â Heâs not totally sure that his eyes donât cross at the thought of you riding him, he has to pinch the bridge of his nose hard just to right himself.Â
You urge him to scoot back so heâs laying down, head resting against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. You move yourself to straddle his thighs, worried that you wonât be able to think straight. In a flash of bravery you whip off his t-shirt and watch as his cock twitches and his mouth drops open. His hands immediately find your painfully hard nipples, tweaking them softly and watching as your stomach clenches when he does.Â
âPrettiest fuckinâ tits, swear to god. Jesus Christ youâre gorgeous, honey. All of ya, every inch.âÂ
âCanât wait anymore, Stevie, need you in me please.â The words are barely out of your mouth before heâs reaching towards his nightstand and you donât know what comes over you but before you can stop it you reach out and grab his arm. Neither of you say anything, staring each other down and waiting for someone to speak, to move.Â
Fuck. You donât know why you did that, obviously you should use protection. ButâŠyouâre on the pill and havenât been with anyone in what? A year and a half? And the thought of feeling himâŠall of himâfuck you know itâs stupid but you canât care about it right now when heâs so pretty and his cock is so pretty and you just want him.Â
He speaks before you muster the courage too, voice sounding strained, âBaby..are you sayingâŠare you sure? Itâs been awhile since Iâve been with anyone and mâclean I swear butâfuck are you sure?âÂ
âMâsure if you are. Just wanna feel you, Steve.âÂ
He could weep. He could fall to his knees and weep. Here you are, prettiest girl heâs ever seen and not only do you even want to have sex with him but you want to do it rawâfuck he wasnât gonna last.Â
âFuckinâ unreal, you are unreal.âÂ
Instead of answering you took the opportunity to move forward and hover over his cock. Some of your confidence drained, all of this feeling much more real now that he was inches away from you. But you knew there was nothing to be scared of, this was Steve. Your Stevie. There was no one else you trusted like him and you knew heâd take care of you above anything else.Â
He took hold of himself, moving down a little so he could run his tip up and down your slit, coating his cock and hissing at the contact. Your grip on his shoulders stuttered when his tip bumped against your clit and you swear your whole body shuddered.Â
âFeels good doesnât it, baby? Iâll just hold still and you go at your own pace, weâve got all the time you need.â You lifted up a little, his tip nudging at your entrance and as you sank down your lips fell open into a silent moan. Your eyes were shut but you could feel Steve watching you and you could feel his grip on your hips tightening as you moved painfully slow.
âDoinâ so good baby, so so good.â You preened under his praises, body relaxing as you opened up for him. You knew it would be a stretch, but it was good. The burn of him filling you up turning you on even more, if that was possible. Being this close, this full of him made you feel light headed in the best way possible.Â
It took a few minutes but now you were fully seated, your hips pressed together as you dug your fingers into his shoulders, trying to keep your composure. It was overwhelming in the best way, your body on overdrive as you tried to accommodate all of him.Â
He looked like he was overwhelmed too, little puffs of air coming out of his nose and his eyes screwed shut. He was still, not moving and for a minute you were worried but when you moved on him, his eyes flew open and his hands grasped your hips tight.Â
âWait, wait wait, babyâfuck. You gottaâŠI gottaâŠjust donât move. Please. Gimme a sec you feel too good, fuck.â You nodded, giggling a little and when you did you heard him gasp. Both of you could feel everything and it was so much.Â
You sat still for what felt like hours but could have only been a minute or two before he looked at you, nodding slightly and you took that as your sign to start moving. Lifting up about halfway you dropped your hips back down, gasping at the sensation of him filling you up so well and the little curses slipping out of him only spurred you on.Â
âOh my god, Stevie. Youâre soâIâm so full. So full of you I just..fuck.â You tilted your hips forward when you dropped down this time, his hip brushing against a spot inside of you that you didnât know existed but lit you on fire. It made you go faster, sliding down hard and a moan so loud you should be embarrassed came out when your clit caught on the little patch of hair he had near the base.Â
Steve seemed to be out of his mind, mumbling praises and curses under his breath. He couldnât decide where to look, all the options too good to miss. He could look at your pretty face, all flushed and glowing from the sweat youâd worked up. He could look at your tits, so perfect and pretty and bouncing right in front of his face. Or he could look at where you connected. He could watch his cock disappear into you over and over again but that combined with how good you felt meant this would be over very soon. And he wanted, no needed, for this to last forever.Â
As if his cock filling you up didnât feel good enough, add in his filthy fucking mouth and his thumb he had rubbing quick, tight circles on your swollen clit and you were a goner.Â
âSuch a pretty girl. You really are my little bunny, huh, bouncing on my cock like you were made to do it. You were, werenât you? Made for me, baby.âÂ
âFeels so good, honey. Snug little cunt feels like heaven.âÂ
âGonna make me cum, you know that? Gonna cum with my girl on my cock.âÂ
It hit you out of nowhere, maybe it was him comparing you to a fucking bunny or maybe it was him calling you his girl. Youâre not sure. All you know is one minute youâre there and the next your toes are curling and your face is buried in the crook of his neck, mouth open against his throat as you cum so hard your ears are ringing and you canât feel or think about anything but him him him.Â
Steve Steve Steve
âFuckinâ shit, baby. Mâgonna cum, gonna cum. Where do you want it, bunny? Huh? Please please pleaseâshit.â You canât even move your arms, let alone the rest of your body but you can feel how youâre still clenched around him and you can feel how both of your thighs are soaked.Â
All you can manage is to lean up just a tad, lips brushing against the shell of his ear, âIn me, want it in me, please Stevie.â And then he had one hand in your hair, holding you to him while his hips lifted and then stilled, groaning something obscene into your ear and if you werenât so exhausted and overwhelmed that alone would have made you cum again.Â
You laid there on top of Steve, his arms now around your waist as he pressed small kisses to your shoulder. Your legs felt like jelly and you really think you could pass out right here with him still inside of you.Â
âYâalright, baby? Still with me?â The words were tired and mumbled against your hair, both of you still kind of out of it but it was so good, you still felt so good.Â
âMâokay, Stevie. Not to make your big head any bigger but Jesus Christ I think you just fucked me within an inch of my life.â He chuckled against you, teeth scraping over where your neck met your shoulder and you shivered. âWell I think technically you fucked me within an inch of my life, sweetheart.â
Pulling back just enough to get a look at him, his eyes were closed with a calm, relaxed look on his face. He must have felt you looking because one eye cracked open, a smile on his lips as he looked at you.
âWhat is it? Something on my face?âÂ
You shook your head and pressed a quick peck to his lips, threading your fingers into his hair and burrowing back into the crook of his neck.Â
âNo, Iâm just happy, just love you.âÂ
âI love you most, pretty girl.âÂ
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pairing ;; matt sturniolo x fem!reader
warnings ;; oral (fem receiving), fingering, praise, use of y/n, fluffy beginning and ending, softdom!matt, pet names (sweetheart n princess, etc), no actual p in v, lowercase intended !!
word count ;; 1.1k
a/n ;; this was based off a request!! had lots of fun writing this:) also sorry if this is bad im ovulating and im a little bit high
yk the basics .. pink is u , blue is matt !!
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your pov
i stepped into my boyfriendâs house after a long shift at work. âhey chris.â i sigh, putting my bag down on the island. âhey y/n, matt wanted me to tell you that he was gonna be streaming when you got back.â the brunette boy spoke from the couch, sipping on a can of pepsi.
i nodded before making my way down the hall to mattâs room. i knocked softly on the door and a small âcome inâ was heard from inside. i slowly walk into the room with a light smile on my face. âalright guys ima go on mute real quick.â matt spoke into his mic, muting it then getting out of his seat.
âhey baby, how was work?â he asked me, bringing me into a hug. i let out a small mumble in reply as my arms wrapped around his neck. "could be better, my legs hurt so bad from running around all day. but i got a $100 tip from this guy since he said my ass was fat" i laugh, letting go of matt so i could take off my hooters uniform. matt was literally forgetting that he had been streaming the entire time.
âcould you get me a shirt baby?â i ask matt, struggling to take off the tight white long sleeve uniform top. he nodded, tossing me one of his shirts that i missed terribly. we laughed about it quietly as i took off the extremely revealing shorts. i put on the pink hershey bear shirt, then body flopping down on his silk sheets. âim gonna lay down, my legs hurt so bad.â i pointed out as my body laid comfortably in his bed.
matt hummed, looking at his pc. he quickly walked over and sat down in his gaming chair. âhey guys, sorry ima have to end the stream a bit earlier. thanks for watching love you guys.â matt spoke into his mic after he unmuted. he clicked the red âendâ button before he stood up. âmatt you didnât have to end itâ i smile, opening my arms for him. âeh its whatever, i was already streaming for a few hours so its okay.â he reassured as he laid down next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
he kissed my temple softly, rubbing my lower back gently. âtell me about your day y/n/n.â he whispered into my skin. i let out a small sigh. âwell, it was a bit stressful. a lot of guys asked for my number, got a lot of tips since i had good tits and assâŠâ i trail off, playing with mattâs hair. âi also fell, so thatâs probably why my legs hurt.â i pout. he hummed quietly, figuring something that could help me. âi can give you a massage if youâd like.â the brunette boy suggested.
my eyes twinkle a little bit, âhm iâd like that a lot.â i giggle. matt rolled over to his nightstand and grabbed a small bottle of lavender scented lotion from his drawer. i sat up slightly, throwing the blanket to the side.
matt sat crisscrossed while squirting a bit of lotion into his hands. âis this the lavender one i bought you?â i ask with a small smile. he nodded, spreading the lotion evenly on my thighs and calfs. his thumbs kneeded into my skin, making sure every inch of my skin got touched.
his palms massaged every part of my leg. i let out a quiet shaky moan as matt soon neared his fingers close to my inner thighs. he looked up at me with slight doe eyes. âis this okay sweetheart?â he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. i nod slowly, allowing matt to give soft kisses on my thighs.
mattâs hands ran up and down the sides of my thighs with a bit of pressure, leaving goosebumps. âdoes this feel good princess?â matt whispered as his eyes shot through mine. i whine in agreement, the spot in between my legs starting to ache. his fingers continued to get closer to where i needed them to be. âmatt, baby.â i whine. matt hummed quietly, looking back up at me. âhm? what is it sweetheart?â he whispered, spreading my legs apart. i blinked at him slowly, âmh, i need you.â i breath softly.
âawh my poor baby.â he teased, his thumb rubbing small circles on my clothed clit. my back arched off the bed just a bit. his fingers hooked around the waistband of my panties and he slowly pulled them down.
matt looked up at me, his hand sliding under my lower back. his fingers traced my entrance teasingly, making me let out soft moans. âi barely touched you sweetheart, and your already wet.â he laughed softly, allowing his fingers inside of me. âmgh, baby.â i whine to the slight burning sensation of matt stretching me out. his fingers slid in and out of me easily, sending me over the moon. âtaking my fingers so well huh?â matt purred, his tongue soon flicking over my clit. his tongue started to work wonders on my cunt, it swirling around my bundle of nerves.
i whimper out quietly, my legs wrapping around his head slightly. my hands reached down to his hair, tugging on it gently. a string of curses left my mouth that was falling agape. âfuck fuck please keep going.â i moan out. âsuch a needy girl.â matt whispered softly with a cocky smile on his face. my breath quickened so fast as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of me, hitting my g-spot repeatedly.
matt was determined to continue eye contact with me as his mouth worked on me perfectly. âmmmm. matt please dont stop it feels so good.â i whimper out as the familiar knot started to form in my stomach. âoh yeah?â he teased, letting his fingers out of my pussy and replaced them with his tongue. my back completely arched off of the bed, moaning out to the sensation of his tongue starting to fuck me.
i continued to let out small whimpers while matt continued to fuck me faster with his tongue. my eyes roll to the back of my head as my hips jolt upwards into his face. âm-matt im gonna cum.â i whimper, my hands pushing his head closer to my cunt. âcum for me angel.â matt whispered, making the knot in my stomach unknot. he lapped up anything that he could and his mouth detached from my pussy.
his slender fingers curled up into me a few more times before he kissed my clit softly one last time. matt let soft wet open mouthed kisses on my inner thighs. âlets finish giving you that massage, yeah?â he laughed, as if he didnât just practically make out with my pussy. âyes, please.â i pant out with a lazy smile on my face. we both giggled about it for the next few minuetes of matt kneeding his fingers into my skin.
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week 2 (oct. 11) | overstimulation
âźâË lay all your love on me (3k)
jason needs to come. a lot. what's a good partner supposed to do but give him a helping orgasm? or two? or three?
tags: gn!reader, established relationship, groping, dirty talk, cum play, slight objectification, hand job, begging, crying during sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation
a/n: working title was "jerking him off until he cries". @sanguineterrain at last the handjob fic i promised you
â this is an 18+ fic. minors do not interact, you will be blocked
Jason Todd enjoys being the little spoon. It takes a weight off of his shoulders to curl up into you, have your chin hooked over his shoulder, and just trustingly melt. Heâd been a little hesitant the first time youâd suggested it, sure that because of his size this wasnât wanted from him. But after that first afternoon heâd leaned in a little more eagerly each time. Looked at you real sweet as heâd hemmed and hawed his way around asking if you two could cuddle again. Innocent, hoping for nothing more than a little light making out. Really, knowing how insatiable your appetite for him has been since the first time youâd kissed, he should have known that the two of you would end up here eventually.
It had started off innocently enough, the two of you spooning on the L-section of the couch he had insisted on buying when you had moved in together. Jason sits comfortably in the v of your legs with your arms wrapped around his stomach, warm and drowsy, some cooking show playing on the TV screen. Heâd worn those grey sweatpants, the pair that you have a love-hate relationship with because of just how good they make his ass and thighs look. You havenât been able to tear your eyes away from the faint outline of his cock through the cotton fabric. If asked, you probably couldnât even name the show youâre supposed to be watching. He shifts, pulling the fabric tight against his cock. Saliva starts to pool in your mouth.
âHey dâyou mind if I try something?â you ask distractedly, focus narrowing to the crotch of his pants.
âWhatâ OH,â he bites out as your hand closes around his dick, hips twitching and tone breathy.
âGo back to watching your show,â you shush him. âI just want to play a bit. You donât mind, do you?â you ask. The fabric between your hand and his cock feels super-heated.
âI donâtâ I donât mind,â he manages to grit out.Â
âGood.â
You move your hand along his shaft, gently squeezing, just trying to map out the shape of him now that youâre in no hurry. Heâs a big boy, your Jason, proportional in all the right places. Trapping his dick against his leg, you stroke down, fabric bunching up beneath your palm. Jasonâs breath stutters. Not wanting this to be over too quickly, you let him go. His hips twitch, chasing after your touch.
Instead you reach further down and cradle his balls in the palm of your hand. Roll them just to hear him moan quietly in your ear. If you had to guess, they feel heavier than usual, straining against the stretched grey fabric.
âSomeoneâs feeling a little pent up. Need a hand with that?â Itâs some of your worst wordplay but it has the intended result.
âMight be,â he hedges.
Your other hand trails up to his pec and squeezes. His body is a lot more direct about what it wants, cock already fattening up in his pants.
âGetting fucked silly last night not enough for you, doll?â you pretend to pout.
âI cum a lot,â Jason confesses sheepishly, shame colouring his tone.
âOh I know.â Fondly you think back to late nights in bed, Jasonâs cum running down the inside of your thighs.
âI just mean that I hafta come a lot.â He tucks his chin into his chest. âStarts to get uncomfortable if I donât at least twice a day. Hurts if Iâm wearing the cup for patrol.â
You reward him for his honesty with another sharp drag at his twitching dick. On the television a contestant gets eliminated.
âSo my big boyâs got a big load. Just more to fuck me full with,â you tell him smugly. He tries to thrust up into your hand, but you pull back, tutting. âHey, you ever try and see just how much you can come?â You trace his chest through his shirt idly while he tries to piece together an answer.
âNo?â his voice rises, tremors running through it as you dig your nail into his nipple. A damp spot starts to appear through his sweats, right where his purposefully neglected cock head sits. âItâs embarrassing enough I gotta jerk off a coupla times a day. Donât wanna think about it too hard.â
âYeah? Do you think of me every time you sneak off to have a furtive session in the bathroom?â you ask, half teasing half serious. Your hand closes around his shaft again. âWhen your balls tighten and your cock kicks in your hand, do you picture me?â
âYeâah,â he moans out, chest heaving. You press a kiss to the hinge of his jaw and flick at his nipple just to feel his breath catch.
âGood. Then Iâm going to give you something real good to picture tomorrow, and youâre going to show me just how badly you need this. Donât want my baby doll hurtinâ âcause he didnât take the time to take care of himself.â
He nods, jaw clenching, as you finally thumb over his slit. Dig in to the growing damp patch with the pad of your thumb until fine tremors run up and down his spine. You let go just as he works up the nerve to try and thrust into the pressure.
Tapping at his hip, you urge him âUp, up. I want these off.â
With hands that feel dreadfully clumsy for their size, Jason manages to push his sweats and boxers down just far enough to free his dick from its confines. He almost dies from embarrassment over the way it nearly smacks against his stomach, practically drooling pre-come. On the TV, a new lightning round commences.
âAlways so wet for me,â you murmur, slicking your hand with his pre. âI donât think I even need lube for you, doll.â
The first pass of your hot hand over his bare skin is electrifying and Jason knows his first (of many, he hopes) orgasm isnât far off. You set a fast pace, an extra twist of your wrist right below the head that has his stomach swooping. Itâs white hot pressure, wet and good as you murmur soft praise into his ear. His hips start moving unconsciously, prolonging the drag of your palm on his cock. He moans when you tighten and release your grip intermittently, caught off guard by the sudden change in pressure. Flickering heat builds at the base of his spine, so strong he can taste it like iron on his tongue. Clever fingers pinch his nipples and he careens into orgasm eyes shut, teeth closing around his earlobe.
His cock twitches in your hand as he comes, spurts landing on his clothed chest and tummy. After an eternity stretches out, it slows to a dribble, thick white globs catching on your knuckles as you continue to stroke him through it. Letting go of his now sensitive dick, you drag your hand across his stomach, causing it to twitch, collecting the cum in your palm.
You hold up your hand for his inspection, rotate it back and forth to show him just how wet your hand has become. Embarrassment burns through Jason at the sight, lights up his cheeks and tightens his chest, the image of his copious desperation shining in the lamplight seared into his brain. Cum pools in the webbing of your fingers and starts to roll down your wrist in hot drips.
âDidnât mean to make a mess,â he says, stomach still spasming and hips still twitching.
âNo?â You press warm wet kisses along his jaw. âThen weâll just have to keep going until you do mean to.â
The first tug at his cock is electrifying, back bowing tight as a string, his head dropping back onto your shoulder. You mouth at the warmed skin of his throat, adding just a hint of teeth as you trace the veiny underside of his dick with a slick finger.
âCâmon doll, I know youâve got it in you to make a much bigger mess,â you croon, reaching down to tug and squeeze at his balls until heâs moaning like a whore for you. âWant you to give it all to me.â He starts grinding into the air in desperation.
âPlease, can Iâ wanna fuck your fist. Please?â he whines. âWanna come for your hand.â
You give a slow, leisurely stroke of his cock that has his shoulders shaking, before pulling off completely, hand still clenched in a loose fist.
âYouâre so polite.â You press a kiss to his temple, hook your chin over his shoulder for a better view. âNow câmon, good boys get to take what they want.â
His hips surge forward, every taut muscle in his body working to piston his dick in and out of your fist. Itâs a heady feeling, watching him flex and strain under your hands, sweat beading on his forehead. Jason whines when you make him work for it, holding your hand a little further away so his hips have to arch just that much higher. Heâs more flexible than you thought, a fact you file away for later. You tighten your grip and pull your hand closer, force Jason to change his pace to something jackrabbit fast, punched out little uh, uh, uhs falling from his mouth. With every stroke heâs slicking his cock up with his own cum, all shiny and wet.
âLook at you, all covered in cum for me. Your dickâs so pretty like this, puttinâ on a show,â you murmur.
âJusâ fâr you. Sâall yours,â he slurs, brain melting out of his ears.
âYeah?â You press your thumb into the slit of his cock head. âSo that means this cock is mine, right?â Jason nods frantically, keeps trying to fuck his whole length through the vice-like clutch of your hand but youâre not done playing yet. You grab his balls with your other hand. âAll of this cum belongs to me?â
âYours, all yours,â he gasps, so far gone he barely remembers his own name.
âThatâs right doll,â you coo. Dig your fingers into the sensitive spot just under the head. âItâs my dick and my cum. Mine.â Heat burns through Jasonâs veins, hums with the desire-shame thrumming through him and pools in the pit of his belly. âI fuck myself with my cock whenever I want and I get my cum whenever I want. And right now I want all of it.â
âYeah wannaâ wanna give it to you. Please. Need ta come. Need it. Need it need it,â he whines through gritted teeth, tendons pulling tight in his neck. His hands scrabble for something â anything to anchor him â and close around your thighs.
âBe a good doll and come then,â you instruct him, voice heavy with your own lust.
You start jerking him off in earnest, palm wrapped tight around the fat girth of his cock. He keens, body seizing up. A wet hand trails up to pinch at the tight bud of his nipple, leaving damp cum stains across the front of his shirt. Jason comes with a throaty groan on a particularly wicked twist of your wrist, tries to tuck his face into your neck. Rapt, you watch the thick white fluid dribble down his cock, sticky between your knuckles. With a steady hand you stroke him through his orgasm, more interested in the way his dick glistens than the pleasure-pain overstimulation heâs riding.
Cum pools at the base of his dick. Forms a frothy ring of creamy white from where your hand has churned it up, clings to his pubes and gathers in the divot just below his hip bone. Its still warm when you dip a finger into it, use it to draw idle patterns over the skin of his lower stomach where his shirt has ridden up. His muscles twitch and jump under his skin as he lets out a high and reedy sound. Sweat clings to his temples. The hands clinging to your thighs tremble as you continue to tug at his cock.
Jasonâs next orgasm rolls over him, builds so gently he doesnât notice it growing over the harsh passes of your hand over his dick. Only a little cum dribbles out this time, pearls at the fat head of his dick before slowly trailing its way home to your hands. He mewls when you bite down gently on the meat of his shoulder. Eyelashes fluttering, his head drops back to loll on you. Fine tremors rack his large frame as he limply clings to you, spent and vulnerable, raw with pleasure.
âKiss, please,â Jason demands, fucked out and sweetly. Wetness dots the corners of his lashes as he gazes up at you, your pretty boy.
The kiss is almost chaste in comparison to everything that preceded it, closed mouth and sweet. He sighs into your mouth and melts into the cradle of your body. Shifts his hand to thread it through your fingers not currently rubbing cum into the heated skin of his cock. Jasonâs mouth chases after yours, starved for tenderness. Pulling back, you lay your forehead on his and close your eyes. The two of you stay there, rough inhales evening out into something soft. Intimate.
âYou were so good, baby. So good,â you murmur to him. Jason squirms a little at the praise. Or maybe at the way you slip a hand under his shirt at the same time. âCan you be good just a little longer? Want you to come againââ he whines, starts shaking his head, ââjust once. Just one more, okay?â You dust kisses across the tip of his nose, the scrunched up space between his eyes. âYou can do this, baby doll.â
âI canât. I canât,â he moans. His fingers clench and unclench around yours.
âYes you can, Iâll be right there with you the whole time. Youâre not doing this alone. Why donât we just try, hmm?â
He looks up at you, hazy eyed and trusting. Jasonâs curls are stuck to his damp forehead and thereâs high spots of colour in his cheeks. His lips are shiny and swollen from where heâs bitten at them. Tongue darting out between his parted lips, the growing desire to be good, to give you what youâre asking of him, is nearly tangible in the air. What a sweet picture he makes, your doll. He looks like yours.
âWill youâ will you kiss me through it? Donât wanna get lost, donât wanna be alone. Promise?â
âYou can have as many kisses as you want,â you reassure him, squeeze his hand with your own. âYou can have as many as you want after too.â
You kiss him and he melts. You kiss him and reshapes himself into the image you create for him. Hips twitching at every feather light touch to his cock, balls drawing up tighter and tighter with each breath. You swallow down every sigh and whimper, soak up the way his breath hitches as you neglect his cock to trail the pads of your fingers across the tense muscles of his stomach. How eager he is to open up to you, mouth parting for your entry. You flip his hand over so you can hold it properly, let him clutch it to his chest for comfort as finally you start teasing his dick again.
You work him over, running the flat of your hand against the length of it just to feel it struggle to get to full mast again. Jason cries out when you finally close a fist around the base of it. He settles down again with another soft kiss pressed to his open mouth. His hips start to roll with the slow, gentle pace you set, eyes closed. He gasps when you speed up the down stroke, still tortuously slow as you glide back toward the tip of his dick. Slowly the muscles of his thighs start to twitch, no longer relaxed as they begin to lock up. Something slow and cloying as tar builds at the base of his spine, tugging and clawing itâs way from the tips of his toes and the prickle of his scalp to settle low in his gut. He forgets to breath.Â
Jasonâs desperate, thrashing under your hold, trying to escape the drag of the blade across his nerves, pleasure spiking. He could break free, if that was really what he wanted. Instead he lets you draw things out, begs and pleads for more.
âSâtoo much. God. Donât sto-p. Please.â
He feels strangely divorced from his body as he comes on an exhale, jaw slack and hips arching off the couch. One single spurt and then heâs coming dry. The force of it burns through him, toes curling, heart shaking. Heâs light headed, limbs so weak Jason doesnât think theyâd hold him. He pants, trying to force air into his lungs as his ears ring. His molars hurt the same way they do when he touches a live wire. He looks at you with stars in his eyes, white spots dancing across his vision.
âOh you were so perfect, doll. Didnât I say you had one more in you?â You nuzzle into his cheek before tenderly placing a kiss there. âAnd look at how much you came!â Dragging a finger through the puddle around his dick, you giggle. âYouâre going to have such a good time jerking off to this tomorrow.â
He groans at that thought, already pained at the idea of orgasming again anytime soon. Still, he lifts your twined hands together to press kisses to your sticky knuckles.
âNo more sexy talk, okay? Youâre gonna kill me. Let me enjoy the afterglow a little before you start planning to pull my soul out of my dick again.â
âOkay, okay! Glad to know you enjoyed yourself too,â you laugh. âIâll go get a towel to clean you up and we can restart the episode.â
âThe whâ oh.â Jason darts a sheepish glance back at the TV where the credits are already rolling.
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