#so the lashes stays is what I’m getting at

[itneverendshere]

Could you please write btchy!pogue where shes the one whos jealous this time and rafe savors the moment.

don't like the way she's looking - r.c

pairing: bitchy!pogue!reader x raf

the cut had a party tonight, like most summer nights.

the music was loud enough to shake the ground, beer kegs were getting drained faster than anyone could fill them, and people packed into the yard like sardines. 

it wasn’t fancy, but that was the point, pogue parties weren’t about appearances, you showed up, you drank, you made some bad decisions under the string lights, and you went home.

it wasn’t your favorite kind of night, but rafe had convinced you to come out, promising it’d just be a chill hangout. he lied.

instead of spending the night with you, he’s currently perched by his truck, surrounded by a rotating cast of pogues. you’re leaning against a beat-up picnic table, a half-warm beer in your hand, keeping one eye on rafe while he did his thing. 

by “his thing,” you mean selling weed to every pogue with a crumpled-up twenty and a dream.

to his credit, this is probably his best hustle yet.

rafe cameron, reformed asshole, and your probationary boyfriend, has somehow turned himself into the cut’s go-to dealer. it’s a whole thing, people like him now, which is fine. 

good for him, whatever, but some people like him a little too much. 

case in point? the girl currently throwing herself at him like a damn frisbee. you clocked her the second she strutted over. 

she wasn’t subtle about it, either—crop top hanging so low she might as well not have bothered, denim shorts so short they were illegal in some states. she’s leaning against his truck, like she’s in some fuck ass music video, her body language loud and clear. It’s the hand on his arm that does it for you. 

that, and her laugh. 

jesus, her laugh. high-pitched and fake, like a dying bird trying to flirt.

you’ve been rolling her eyes from the second she started talking, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. 

“you’re really good at this whole business thing, huh? bet you’re good at lots of things.”

you gag audibly from your spot, but of course, she doesn’t hear you. 

rafe, for his part, looks mildly amused but doesn’t say anything. still, you stay put, you’re not here to play babysitter. he’s not that stupid—he’ll shut her down. 

he better.

her next move is placing her hand on his arm. on. his. arm.

like she isn’t aware that his girlfriend is sitting fifteen feet away, the audacity. she’s batting her lashes and laughing at something he says like he’s the funniest guy alive, and you can see his shoulders stiffen, the slight step back he takes when she puts her hands on him.

“so, like,” she giggles, twirling a piece of hair around her finger, “what if i can’t, you know... pay in cash? ’m sure we could work something else out?”

rafe’s reaction is immediate, “i have a girlfriend.”

“oh,” her pout deepens. “that’s fine. she doesn’t have to know.”

at that, he laughs—an incredulous, slightly panicked laugh, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “yeah, see, that’s not gonna work for me.”

she doesn’t take the hint. 

instead, she tilts her head, giving him what you’re sure she thinks it’s a seductive look. “c'mon, rafe. it’s just a little fun, bet she wouldn’t even care.”

you freeze mid-sip of your beer, brain short-circuiting.

you slam it down on the table so hard it splashes everywhere, your vision zeroing in on her like a predator spotting prey. you’re halfway across the yard before you realize you’re moving.

oh, you care, you care a lot.

rafe’s already holding his hands up like he’s trying to ward her off. “don’t know what you think is happening here, but it’s not. i’m not interested.”

“not interested in me?” she asks, like the idea is physically painful.

“correct,” you announce loudly, “he’s not interested. crazy, right?”

she squares her shoulders and glares at you. “who are you?”

“hi, i’m the girlfriend” you shoot back, “just wondering if you’re planning on embarrassing yourself any more tonight or if that’s it?”

rafe rubs the back of his neck, looking between amused and mildly terrified, “baby—”

“don’t ‘baby’ me, cameron,” you snap, shooting him a glare before turning your attention back to the girl. she’s still standing there, trying to figure out if she should fight or flight.

smart money would’ve been on flight, but apparently, she’s the stubborn type.

she smirks, seemingly not the least bit fazed by you. “pogues share.”

“how about i share this fist with your face? that sound good to you?”

she whips around, her fake-confident expression faltering “uh, excuse me?”

“you heard me,” you only stop a foot from her. your hands are on your hips, ready to pounce if she even thinks about mouthing off one more time. “can’t you take a fucking hint, or are you just dumb?”

“i didn’t know he had a girlfriend,” she rolls her eyes.

“everyone here knows he’s with me, you just thought you’d try it anyway, didn’t you?”

“it’s not that deep,” she shrugs, her voice going fake casual. “it’s just rafe. pogues share—what’s the big deal? you’re overreacting.”

rafe winces, stepping back as if to give you space to handle it. good, he knew better than to get in your way.

“you wanna find out how much more i can react? i’m feeling real generous tonight.”

her mouth opens to say something even dumber, but you’re already pouncing , not even thinking—your body just reacts.

“whoa, whoa, whoa!” rafe’s arms are suddenly around you, yanking you before you can do any real damage “okay, we’re going home.”

“i’ll punch you too,” you hiss, squirming in his grip. “let me hit her.”

he only holds you tighter against his chest when you try to kick out at her. “baby, come on.”

“this bitch said pogues share!’” you cram your neck to glare at her over rafe’s shoulder. “i just wanna share some sense with her.”

she’s already backing away, her hands up in surrender, “okay, whatever, no dick is worth dealing with a crazy bitch. ’m leaving!” she snaps, turning on her heel.

rafe’s grip lightens up slightly, thinking this is enough to calm you down, but unfortunately for him, you take it as a chance to get what you want. as soon as he lets you lose, you take one giant step forward and grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her back just as she tries to escape.

"get your ass back here," you growl, tugging her head back.

“jesus christ,” rafe’s eyes widen and he’s there, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind once again, pulling you back. “baby, let her go!”

she lets out a surprised squeal, trying to pull away, but you’ve got a grip on her so tight she can’t. “what the hell is wrong with you?!” she screeches, hands desperately trying to pry your fingers from her hair.

“okay, you’ve made your point,” he chuckles despite the situation, “let go of her hair.”

you release her, but not without one last, satisfying shove to her back. she stumbles, glaring at you over her shoulder with her hand pressed to her scalp.

“keep your hands to yourself next time,” you warn with a sneer.

she glares at you, and opens her mouth like she’s about to start some more shit—but then she seems to think better of it. with a huff, she turns on her heel and stalks off, her footsteps retreating into the crowd.

rafe stands there, rubbing his neck nervously as he watches her go. “you’re gonna get arrested one day, y’know that, right?”

you look up at him, eyebrow raised, a smirk curling at the corner of your lips. “and you’re gonna get your balls ripped off and be single for the rest of your life. how’s that sound?”

his mouth falls open as he stares at you.

“what? i’m innocent! i didn’t do shit. you just went wwe smackdown on her. i was standing there, minding my business.”

“minding your business while she was all over you?” you challenge, “she was practically trying to crawl inside your skin.”

“told her i wasn’t interested!” he defends, throwing his hands up. “even used the line— i have a girlfriend! that’s...the ultimate force field!”

you snort, crossing your arms. “she walked right through it like it wasn’t even there.”

rafe sighs dramatically, stepping closer, his voice dropping, that little smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, “gotta admit, that was kinda hot.”

you narrow your eyes at him, trying not to let his charm sway you. “hot?”

“yeah,” he grins, “watching you go full psycho really does something for me.”

you can feel your lips twitching upward despite yourself. “you’re such a fuckin’ loser.”

“am i wrong, though?” he teases, slipping his arms around you, his lips tickling your ear as he adds, “never felt more horny—or scared—in my life.”

you huff a laugh, shoving at his chest playfully, “stop trying to make me laugh, i’m mad at you.”

“you’re mad at me?” he leans in impossibly closer, pulling you flush against him.

“rafe—” you start, but he’s already tilting his head, his lips brushing against the curve of your neck.

“mm, y’know,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin, “i like you mad. all fired up, it’s sexy.”

“don’t even,” you warn, hoping you sound firm, but it’s hard to when he’s trailing slow kisses down your neck, the press of his mouth sending shivers straight to your toes.

he doesn’t stop, of course. his kisses get sloppier, his lips parting so his tongue can flick against the sensitive spot just below your ear. 

“can’t help it,” he groans in between his work, nipping at your skin. “my girl’s too fucking hot.”

your hands come up to push at his chest, but they end up curling into his shirt instead. “i’m so fucking serious. you can’t sweet-talk your way out of this.”

“m’not sweet-talking,” he slurs, teeth grazing your skin, followed by the soothing heat of his tongue, and you gasp despite yourself. “just... appreciating you. can’t a guy admire his girlfriend after she defended his honor?” he bites down and then sucks at the spot until you’re squirming in his arms. “got me so gone for you, shit, it’s embarrassing.”

“good,” you mutter stubbornly, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.

he practically purrs at the contact, his lips dragging down to your collarbone. “you’ve ruined me, y’know that? can’t even look at another girl.”

you laugh, your grip tightening in his hair. “keep talking, cameron. see how far that gets you.”

he grins against your skin, his teeth scraping lightly before he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. his hands slide down to your thighs, lifting you up like you weigh nothing and setting you on the edge of the picnic table.

“guess i’ll just have to show you instead.”

"rafe cameron," you start, intending to scold him, but your words stop in your throat as he steps between your legs.

“now you’re quiet,” he’s leaning in so close his nose brushes against yours. “where’d all that fire go, mm?”

your glare is half-hearted at best. “don’t push your luck, you’re still on probation, asshole.”

he hums thoughtfully, his hands sliding up your legs, fingers pressing just enough to make your breath hitch. “not luck, baby. skill.”

“you’re so fucking insufferable,” you mutter, but your hands betray you, slipping under the hem of his shirt to splay across his warm skin.

his abs tense under your touch, and you relish the reaction, how his breath hitches as you dig your nails in just a little.

“irresistible,” he counters, his voice rough. his lips hover over yours, daring you to close the gap, but he doesn’t make the first move.

he waits, his eyes locked on yours, the faintest flicker of a challenge in his pretty blue eyes. two can play that game, matter of fact, you know you’ll win.

you pull back, smirking as you trace your fingers over the waistband of his jeans, “that’s pushing it, don’t you think?”

he exhales a chuckle through his nose, his hands moving to your waist, tugging you closer. “you’re so fucking stubborn.”

“me?” you scoff, your fingers dipping beneath the fabric of his jeans, making his tighten, his smirk faltering enough to make you feel victorious.

“yeah,” he repeats, though his voice is strained now. “practically begging me to fuck you here.”

“please.” you tilt your head, your lips grazing his jaw, “you’re the one begging.”

rafe’s laugh is low and throaty, a sound that sends a thrill to your core. his control visibly slips as you trail your lips down the line of his jaw, peppering kisses that grow increasingly slower, more deliberate.

his sharp exhale and the way his grip on your hips drops for half a second tell you everything you need to know.

“you’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, his forehead dropping against your shoulder for a moment.

you grin, pleased with yourself, sliding your hands up his chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palms.

“don’t sound to surprised.”

he shakes his head slightly, trying to clear it, but he can’t seem to stop staring at you. “god, i hate you sometimes,” he breathes out, his lips quirking up into a smirk that betrays his words.

“funny,” you retort, fingers sliding back into his hair to tug lightly. “don’t believe you.”

his jaw tightens at the sensation, a groan slipping past his lips before he catches it.

 “you’re gonna be the death of me,” he says again, but his mouth is already back on you, a bruising kiss that steals every smart-ass remark you had locked and loaded.

your mouths move together with instinct, and when his tongue flicks against your lower lip, you don’t hesitate, opening up for him. he groans low in his throat as his tongue sweeps into your mouth, curling against yours, slick and overwhelming in the best way.

it’s messy and unrestrained, the kind of kiss that leaves you dizzy and drenched. 

rafe’s lips leave yours only for a second, his teeth tugging lightly at your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. he pulls back just enough to let it drag between his teeth, his eyes locked on yours, all dark with something feral.

you don’t let him stay in control for long, your hands tighten in his hair, tugging him back to you, and this time it’s your tongue that takes over, sliding against his in a way that has him moaning like a bitch in heat into your mouth. he sucks on it lightly, the sensation only making your panties stick harder to you, and you press closer to him, your legs tightening around his waist, looking for some kind of friction.

when he pulls back, both of you gasping for air, his lips are swollen and glistening, his eyes glazed over with that unmistakable lust.

a string of spit still connects your mouths, and you watch, entranced, as he swipes his tongue across his lips, catching it before smirking at you.

“you kiss me like that again,” he murmurs, “’m not responsible for what happens next.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Meet the Family 7

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: Your boss needs a last-minute favour for the holidays.(petite!reader)

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

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Your phone lights up again. You’ve already waited too long. You can’t avoid this any longer and in that moment, avoiding Lloyd’s family is a bigger priority. You get up, thankful to be away from Lloyd’s wandering touches, and excuse yourself to take the call. You don’t miss the scathing judgment from Gwenyth, but you don’t care either. 

You go out into the hallway and try to keep your voice down. There’s enough chatter that you’re not entirely concerned. You answer and close your eyes. 

“Hi, mom--” 

“Where are you?” She demands. “You said you would be here. I’ve been waiting. Calling. Your sister too. We’re all worried--” 

“Mom, I’m sorry. I missed my flight--” 

“Oh, yes, I couldn’t put that together,” she snaps. 

“I’m sorry, mom. Really. I know—I messed up again. I really wanted to come but that was the only flight--” 

“It’s not that you couldn’t make it, it’s that you couldn’t even let me know! I’ve been in shambles, thinking the worst. I check the flights to make sure there were no crashes, I’ve been looking through news reports.” 

She starts to devolve into breathy sobs. You feel horrible. Your guilt overwhelms your self-pity. Suddenly being stuck with these rich snobs isn’t so bad. Your mother has spent half her Christmas worrying over you, and know her, you wouldn’t be surprised if she actually tore some hair out. 

“I know I should have called. I’m sorry, I’ve been trying to figure something out,” you lie, poorly since the defeat is in your voice.  

Your mother has always been your kryptonite. She’s not cruel like Gwenyth, but her disappointment is devastating and all too easy to earn. She just wants the best for you but you’ve never managed the best. 

“So you can come?” She sniffles. 

“Um, not today, but I’m looking at tomorrow.” Another frail falsehood. “I promise, I’ll let you know--” 

“Sweet pea,” Lloyd’s voice undercuts yours and you cringe. You put your finger up and turn to signal him to hush. 

“Yeah, mom, I’ll try for tomorrow and if I can’t get there--” 

“Mom?” Lloyd echoes with a smirk. 

You shake your head. 

“Who’s that?” Your mom asks. 

You grimace and glare daggers at Lloyd as he comes closer. You outstretch your arm and put your hand just below his chest.  

“Mom, it’s just--” 

Lloyd easily reaches past your resistance and swipes the phone. He puts it on speaker with a tap of his thumb as you lunge at him. He grabs your arm and forces it up. Nearly dangly you from it as you lash with the other. 

“Is this mom?” Lloyd asks brightly. 

“Um, hello? Who is this? Where’s my daughter?” 

“Mom, I’m here. Lloyd, give me the phone back--” 

“Boo, what’s going on?” She asks. 

Lloyd looks at you with a mischievous grin and mouths ‘boo?’ with a tweaked brow. You shake your head again and plead. 

“Mom, it’s nothing--” 

“I think I spoiled the surprise,” he speaks over you. “We’re going to be coming tomorrow.” 

“We?” She ekes out, you hear the worry mounting in her voice. 

“Please don’t be mad at Pixie, she was just being a good girlfriend. We stopped by my family’s house and oh boy, the snow we got up this way,” he tuts in a very convincing monologue. You’re stunned into silence at his act. He sounds like a decent person but you know better. “And you know, everything was so hectic as we tried to dig out that it just got all ahead of us.” 

“I’m sorry, who are you? Boo?” She asks desperately. 

“Mom--” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I should’ve started with that. I’m Lloyd. Her boyfriend.” 

“Boyfriend?” You mother breathes, “boo?” 

“Yeah, mom, er,” you wrench your hand free and smack Lloyd’s arm. “He’s um, going to come with me, so uh--” 

“I’ll be there, both of us, with bows on,” he promises. “Please, allow me to apologise from the bottom of my heart for keeping your daughter from you. You can’t blame her. It was entirely me. I am not a morning person and she can only do so much to keep me in line.” 

You grit your teeth as you squint at him. How does he sound like such a dweeb? Well, looking at him with that mustache, he kinda is one. 

“Oh, well, that’s lovely, very nice,” your mother coos, “I can let everyone else know. Oh, boo, you could’ve told us--” 

“Again, that’s on me,” Lloyd preens, “I thought it would be a nice surprise.” 

“It is, it is,” she assures. “Oh, it will be so nice to meet you. We’ve never met any of Pixie’s men.” 

“Mom,” you groan. 

“We never really thought she had any. She’s always been so focused on work, and before that, it was school--” 

“Mom,” you jab Lloyd’s ribs as he smirks bigger and bigger, then snatch the phone from him. “Promise, we’ll get there but uh... gotta go. Love you.” 

“Love you too, boo. Oh and it was nice meeting you, um--” 

“Lloyd,” he supplies and sticks out his tongue. 

“Bye.” You hit end and put your phone in your pocket.  

Your agitation peaks and you can’t help from shoving Lloyd. It barely affects him which annoys you more. God, he is such a little—big turd. 

“Why would you do that?” 

“What? I just did you a favour.” 

“A favour? You just dragged my family into this bullshit--” 

“Well, hate to break it to you, boo,” he emphasizes the last word as he grabs your hands and pulls them away from his stomach, “but they’re going to have be. We promised mine a white wedding.” 

“You are so--” 

“So...?” He prompts. 

“Urgh.” 

“Oh, don’t be so grumpy. It’s a ticket out of this place. Literally. So you just let me know where I need to book tickets and I’ll pull a few strings--” 

“Strings? You couldn’t pull these earlier?” 

“On Christmas Day? Please, even I can’t do that but the day after Christmas, my guy’s getting into the punch right now, he’ll be just tipsy enough--” 

“You are torturing me,” you accuse. 

“I really can’t deny that,” he snickers as he lets you go. “Now tell me where I’m booking these tickets too and I’ll hop right on that...” he looks you up and down and bites his lip, “as much as I’d like to hop on something else.” 

You huff, “Toronto.” 

He twitches, “Toronto? As in... Canada?” 

You nod and roll your eyes. 

“Wait, Pixie puff, you’re Canadian?” 

You tilt your head and look at him. You shrug, “what does that matter?” 

“Well, I thought you type were supposed to be nice, first of all.” 

“Just make the call,” you sneer and cross your arms. “You’ve already mangled this Christmas, may as well put it out of its misery.” 

“Why don’t you do the same for me, huh? I’m suffering, Pix. Just give it a squeeze” he gets closer. You flutter your lashes then he wiggles his hips. “These pants are killing my circulation. I told you, I don’t wear underroos.” 

“Back up before I lose it,” you warn. 

“I’m close to losing it too, baby face,” he groans. 

“Make. The. Call.” You demand. “And I’ll happily break the news to your dear sweet mother that we need to go get ready to fly out.” 

His expression sobers and he exhales heavily, “Pix,” he utters quietly, “sometimes, you’re scary. Don’t... don’t piss off mom too much. Please.” 

“Book the tickets, honey poo,” you chime in an acidic tone, “and I’ll make sure mommy’s not crying into her champagne.”  

You poke centre of his chest and bounce on your heels before you spin away. Your mother’s disappointment might be like arsenic but Gwenyth’s is the exact antidote you need. 

❄️

“I know a girl in Toronto. A few actually,” Lloyd says over the steering wheel. He’s tasked with driving back to the hotel since you imposed sobriety on him as punishment for the day. “Strange, you’re nothing like them.” 

“I don’t care,” you grumble. 

“Ugh, your wheel is too low,” he mutters as he stops at a red and tries to adjust it. You don’t respond.  

You just want to lay down. Your head is pounding from the lack of sleep and Lloyd managed to book you an early morning flight which will curtail any meaningful sleep. You close your eyes and ignore his fussing. 

Finally, he steps on the gas. “So, Canada, you grew up with those geese, huh? Explains the bite--” 

“What?” 

“I read somewhere they have teeth--” 

“Why the heck are you moaning about geese for?” 

“I hear it now. Couldn’t place it before. I thought Minnesota or somewhere but when you’re angry, you get this twang--” 

“Be quiet,” you let your head drop back again. “I’m getting a migraine.” 

“Aw, baby,” he coos. 

“Lloyd,” you growl. 

“I can make it better. I read somewhere that you can massage it better. Oh, and you know, orgasms--” 

“You read a lot of nonsense for someone who I never see reading,” you drone and prop your elbow against the door to cradle your head. 

“There’s a wealth of information on the internet when you’re not scrolling porn,” he chuckles. You let out a disgusted noise. “Don’t worry, pixie. I’m committed to this. Me and you, we’re going to get our piece of the pie and make off like bandits.

"So you let me play the loyal husband. I’ll get you all spread out and loose, I’ll rub your head and your shoulders, then my hands might wander a little bit more...” he hums. “I’ll touch the peach a bit, I just can’t help myself, but I think you’ll be ready by then.” 

“Don’t you dare touch me,” you snarl. 

“Ah, come on, flying is so stressful and after the day we had, we both need that release--” 

“How many more times do I need to tell you to stop?” 

“And how many times do I need to tell you I won’t? It’s fate now, Pixie.” He clucks and slowly turns. You lift your head and look up at the hotel sign. “Hey, if you like the long game, I can go along with it. Make it hurt so good.” 

“Do you ever think of anything else?” 

“There’s a constant undercurrent that never really leaves my mind,” he shrugs as he parks. “But I’m great at multitasking.” 

You grumble and shake your head. It sends a throbbing pulse through your skull. You undo your seatbelt and drag yourself out of the car. As the door shuts, you wince. Then Lloyd’s and you feel the nausea start to crawl through your guts. The lack of sleep, the stress, the alcohol, it’s a perfect recipe for a deadly migraine. 

You do your best to push through as you make your way up to the room silently. Lloyd is not so quiet. He’s rambling about something; a shirt? You don’t know and you don’t care.  

You take out the room and enter the hotel suite. You drop the key and your purse and shed your coat. You hang it on the hook on the back of the door and tread further in. You don’t stop until you get to the bed. You ease yourself down and bury your face in the pillow. 

“Pixie,” Lloyd’s worry puts you on edge. You raise your hand and wave him off without lifting your head. “You need some Advil?” 

You shoo him again with your fingers. You popped some with your last glass of wine. You probably should’ve opted for water. 

Your alarm is set. You will have to awake before the sky shifts that slightly lighter shade of grey and try again. You know better than to trust Lloyd, but you’re putting some faith in him to get you home. 

You feel the bed dip behind you and Lloyd’s mutters and grumbles creep into your ears. You move the pillow over your head and hug it against your ear. You tune him out as you urge your mind down to the depths. In your bouts, there is no relief, but sleep can at least dull the agony. 

Your brain turns to sludge as the steady pounding evens out to a tempo. You drift into the muddy no man’s land between waking and otherwise. You’re conscious enough to feel the pain, but you're detached enough to bear it. 

Time crumbles around like sand in a glass. Your mind swirls with churning recreations of the day behind you. Most of them fractured and nonsensical. Voices without words, faces without names. 

A shiver washes through you as a tickle flutters down the back of your thighs. The cool sensation flows over your skin. You shudder and cling to that tenuous state of dissociation. A jolt forces you out of the void. 

You roll over and throw your arm out. It bounces off of Lloyd’s shoulder as your eyes slit. You yipe as you find him tugging at your pants. You kick and amplify the siren whining in your head. 

“What are you doing?” You rasp as you flail at him. 

“Relax, pixie stick, I’m just trying to help you relax. You can’t sleep in this,” he peels your pants down your legs and you swat at him again. 

You look down and find your sweater gone, only your bra to conceal your chest. You quickly hide behind folded arms. “What the hell?” 

“Damn, Pix, you never said you had a dump truck he untangles the fabric from your ankles. 

You whimper and push yourself up on your elbows, you bareness secondary to your irritation. “Get way from me.” 

“Just let me rub you down,” he begs as he runs his hands up your calves. “Promise, I’ll be a good boy. I kept my dick strapped down, baby.” 

Your eyes flit down unthinkingly. He’s in only his briefs. The rest of him is exposed; his fur-trimmed chest, his thick but firm stomach, and his muscled legs. You look him in the face and he winks. “Made you look.” 

“Stop, please,” you flick your fingers at him. 

“You got me struggling,” he begs as his hands trail further up and he kneads your thighs. “I’m hurting like prom night and you been grinding on me in a tack ballgown all night--” 

“Ew--” 

“It’ll make you feel better--” 

You catch his fingers as he traces the edges of your underwear. As you curl up, the weight of your head thunks own at the base. Urgh. 

“No--” 

“I’m just going to rub you down like a good boy. That’s it,” pushes against your hands. “You can even keep these on.” He runs his thumbs along the front of your panties. “They look fucking delicious anyway.” 

“Lloyd.” 

“Shhh,” he hushes you and shoves your hands off of his. 

Before you can stop him, he straddles you. He puts his large hands around your skull and you whine. H works his fingers into your scalp as he continues to shush you and presses his thumbs to your temples. The warmth of his tough makes you sigh. You hate that it feels good. 

“Just like this, baby,” he purrs as he keeps you pinned under him. “Just relax.” 

Your eyes roll back as you shatter to pieces. In this state, you have no strength to fight him. Besides, why should you stop him when it feels so amazing? 

[florihye]

⠀⠀⠀✿⠀ LINGERING ⨟ surprising your long-distance boyfriend.

爱⠀⠀ ⟡⠀ 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

𝑤𝑐⠀15Ox7⠀⠀꣑ৎ ⠀⠀엔하이픈 & f!r⠀⠀⠀──⠀⠀⠀ 𝑓 ⦂ fluff,⠀non idol au,⠀ estab. rl,⠀skinship,⠀ kisses⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀❛⠀𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑟𝑏𝑙𝑔⠀⠀✦⠀⠀𝒄𝒍𝒾𝒄𝒌.

⠀LEE HEESEUNG ꣑꣒

when you first knock on his apartment door, he’d begrudgingly tread towards the door, but at soon as he sees you, his perfect girl (even if you’re in sweats and your hair is a mess from the flight), he would immediately drop everything and run up to you, his heart reeling and his mind too overwhelmed with love to form a sentence.

heeseung would gently but quickly wrap his arms around your waist, picking you up and pushing you against the wall for balance before kissing you again and again, as if you’d disappear if he stopped.

the room filled with your giggles as you sported a foolish, love-struck grin that matched his. your hands found purchase on your boyfriend’s shoulders. “hee, what—“

your words were cut off by a sweet but telling kiss to the lips and you took the opportunity to lean your body closer onto heeseung’s.

eventually, heeseung pulled back, the smile still evident on his face and in his eyes as he placed his forehead on yours and murmured “i missed you so much.”

you laughed, breathless. “i missed you more, hee.”

⠀PARK JONGSUNG ꣑꣒

stumbling over his words, jay’d gawk over the sight of you at his doorstep, all bundled up with your expectant arms outstretched for a hug.

his mouth widened and he pulled you closer, placing a small kiss at the top of your hair; you tittered.

“i missed you so much, i don’t know what to say. i didn’t expect you to show up— but i’m glad you did!” he rambled on and on, his eyes locked on yours with his hands resting your shoulders, not even noticing the way you shivered in the cold.

“you’re so cute, jay. but let me in, maybe? i’m literally freezing.” you said.

jay blinked, processing your words. “oh, yes! right, come in, baby.” he ushered you in and you chuckled. “’m sorry, i just can’t—”

“it’s okay, i understand, you dork.” you teased affectionately, pulling on his sleeve. “i can forgive you… if you make me hot chocolate? with lots of the little pink marshmallows.”

jay simpered over you; more than anything, he missed your silly personality, so having it back was like a dream come true.

“anything for you. at least for the next 24 hours.”

⠀SIM JAEYUN ꣑꣒

you whispered a soft ‘shh’ to layla, jake’s golden retriever as you tried to stay quiet in the dark stillness of his apartment, practically shivering with excitement at the thought of surprising your boyfriend.

a few seconds later, the door swung open, followed by a loud sigh as the lights flickered on. jake, initially startled by seeing your figure in the dark, stood frozen, stunned by the unexpected sight of his girlfriend.

you giggled at his expression—wide eyes with a dropped jaw. before another sound could escape your lips, jake ran up to you, sweeping you off the ground and spinning you around, ignoring your squeals of surprise.

after a good minute or so, jake finally put you back on your feet, but his hands still lingered on your waist, holding you close.

“i missed you.” jake sighed into your hair before lifting his head off yours. “when did you even get here?”

you smiled up at him with a shrug. “a while ago.” your fingers toyed with his shirt collar, as you stared up at him through your lashes. “i wanted to surprise you. i did, didn’t i?”

jake squinted his eyes at you before playfully rolling them, laughing. “i s’pose.”

you scoffed, offended and pushed on jake’s chest away from you slightly. “oh please, you’re such a bad liar; you can’t even stop smiling!”

⠀PARK SUNGHOON ꣑꣒

you stepped into your boyfriend’s silent apartment, spotting sunghoon seated on a stool at his countertop, his wired earbuds in.

slowly, you crept up behind him, slipping your arms around his neck and over his eyes, resting your chin on his head. “guess who?”

sunghoon flinched at your touch and shrugged your arms off, seemingly not realizing who you were. “who—”

as soon as his eyes landed on you, however, his furrowed eyebrows raised, his eyes softened, and a shy grin replaced his scowl. “oh, hi.”

sunghoon stood up with a lopsided grin, his hands running through his hair. you didn’t waste a second to wrap your arms arm his waist, tip-toeing to place a grateful kiss on his lips.

as you pulled away, sunghoon’s lips lingered on yours, unwilling to pull away. his eyes traced your face tenderly, making your heart feel heavy.

you scoff playfully and pout. “wow, i fly 12 hours to see you and all i get in return is a few blank stares?”

sunghoon snapped out of his daze and grinned at your antics. “you know i missed you.”

you rolled your eyes. “whatever you say.”

“i did, though! honest.” sunghoon says, poking your side as you yelped before bursting into laughter.

⠀KIM SUNOO ꣑꣒

“sunoo!” you huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. you had planned to surprise him, but it’d been at least 5 minutes since he first saw you, and the only thing he’s done is gawk at you. your arms started to hurt from holding them out for an unreceived hug.

sunoo blinked. “oh! right!” he chuckled sheepishly and quickly grabbed your slightly lowered arm, pulling you into his grasp. “whoops.”

you gently gripped onto the hairs at the back of his neck and gently pulled his face down to yours, connecting the distance between the both of you’s’ lips with a small but expressive kiss.

as soon as you pulled away, sunoo tapped your nose, making you scrunch it. “i missed you. did you really travel, like, millions of miles to surprise me?”

you shrugged and blushed, distracting yourself from sunoo’s gaze by focusing on the stray hairs that lay on his forehead.

“because i love you.”

just then, the comforting silence was disrupted by your giggles.

sunoo scrunched up his brows, “what?” he asks, looking into your eyes.

“you just looked so… stupid standing there, all surprised like that.” you teased, mocking sunoo’s previous expression. sunoo, suddenly very red in the face and pouting, pushed you off him very gently.

“well, don’t blame me, you looked so pretty, i couldn’t help it.” sunoo shrugged innocently, and now it was your turn to get all red.

“okay, whatever…”

⠀YANG JUNGWON ꣑꣒

“hi, you.” you placed your hands on jungwon’s shoulders and tilted his head back to face you, his perplexed expression making you laugh a little.

as soon as he saw it was you, he looked unsure what to do, but it’s a good thing he didn’t have to think much longer, because you promptly jumped onto him, and jungwon reflexively caught you.

“are you really here?” jungwon questioned, a bit dumbly.

you giggled, gripping onto his shoulders as you stared down into his surprised eyes. “i’m literally all over you, won.”

jungwon beamed, “well, still. i can’t believe my pretty girl is back in my arms.”

you couldn’t hide your flustered face, so you decided to do the next best thing: shut your boyfriend up with a kiss.

thankfully, he didn’t mind all too much. in fact, he quite enjoyed the pleasant act of love.

“i missed you, too. a lot!” you admitted, watching as jungwon twirled a strand of your hair with his free hand, evidently not getting enough of you.

“i bet i missed you more.”

you raised a skeptical brow. “nuh-uh.”

“yes, and i’ll prove it.” and with that, jungwon took the opportunity to kiss you again, but longer this time, cupping your face with his hands. the warmth of his hands pressed against yours made you shiver, and you knew, more than ever, that you were glad to be back.

⠀NISHIMURA RIKI ꣑꣒

‘3:04 AM’ read the clock next to riki as he groggily pulled the covers off himself to go grab a cup of water. just before he got up, something — or rather, someone — startled him. a soft breath.

slowly and carefully, he turned around. he double took the sight in front of him with eyes wide like saucers.

it was his girlfriend. physically there, materialized in front of him.

“y/n! wake up!” riki shook you fervently as you groaned, rousing slowly.

“it’s not morning.” you pouted.

“who cares? what— how are you here right now?” riki moved his hands from your arms to your waist, feeling all over you as to make sure you were real and not a fabrication.

you giggled sleepily and laid your head back on his chest. “yeahh…” you slurred your words slightly. “i came back early. surprise.”

“but how?” riki said, still dumbfounded.

you frowned and lifted your head, locking eyes with him. “plane?”

riki rolled his eyes, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips to shut you up. “i hate you.”

“fine! i’ll just leave the—“

“no! that’s okay.” and with that, riki threw his arm over you and pulled you back down into bed, forgetting all about his thirst, which was replaced by a sudden gratitude for your presence.

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[pbaz7]

AN: Hellooo, a few people told me they liked the story so I’m back with part 2. Please please let me know if I should continue. I’m actually really enjoying writing this and I have ideas of where I want it to go if people are interested.

It’ll Always Be Her Part II

The sunlight peeked through the blinds, casting warm, soft streaks across the bed. Paige stirred first, her eyes fluttering open. A peaceful calm washed over her as she took in the sight of Azzi sleeping beside her, the morning light catching the subtle contours of her face. Her dark lashes rested against her cheeks. She looked beautiful in every sense, Paige couldn’t help but smile, the sight filling her chest with an unfamiliar lightness.

She didn’t feel the usual pang of guilt or confusion. Not this time.

Azzi shifted slightly, her brow furrowing as she blinked herself awake. Slowly her eyes found Paige’s, still groggy but already catching the look in Paige’s gaze. That look–a mixture of curiosity, affection, and something deeper–was unmistakable. It sent a ripple through Azzi that she immediately understood but knew they weren’t quite ready to act on.

“Good morning,” Paige whispered, her voice soft but carrying an edge of playfulness.

Azzi smirked lazily, her voice low and a little raspy. “Morning, You’re staring.”

Paige chuckled, her cheeks warming slightly. “Maybe, You’re just really pretty when you’re not yelling at me to wake up.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but laughed, the sound rich and warm. “I’ll keep that in mind for tomorrow.” She stretched a little bit but her arms stayed around Paige, drawing her back into their cozy tangle. “So, what’s on your agenda today, superstar?”

Paige leaned in slightly, their faces close enough that their foreheads nearly touched. “Mmm, not much. Gotta deal with a test, and we’ve got practice, of course.”

“Sounds thrilling,” Azzi teased, her hand lightly brushing against Paige’s arm. “Think you can keep up with me today?”

Paige arched a brow, a playful glint in her eyes. “Keep up? Please. You’ve been trailing me on the court for weeks.”

Azzi snorted softly. “That’s cute, You’re cute when you’re delusional.”

The banter flowed effortlessly, their voices barely above a whisper, intimate in the quiet morning. With each exchange, they seemed to draw impossibly closer, their breathing syncing, their words punctuated by the occasional brush of hands or shift of legs.

Paige’s heart raced as Azzi’s gaze dropped briefly to her lips, then back to her eyes. She felt the weight of the moment, the pull between them stronger than ever.

“You know,” Paige murmured, her voice carrying a hint of something unspoken, “if we don’t get out of bed soon, we’ll be late for lifting.”

“Probably,” Azzi replied, but she made no move to leave, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns along Paige’s arm.

Their faces were inches apart now, breaths mingling, Paige could feel the heat radiating from Azzi, and for a fleeting second, she thought about closing that last bit of distance. Azzi seemed to be thinking the same, her hand moving to gently rest on Paige’s hip.

The tension between them was electric, each waiting for the other to make the next move.

Then without warning Azzi’s smile faltered slightly, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. “Paige,” she said softly, careful not to hurt the older girl's feelings, her tone shifting. “We can’t.”

Paige frowned, the warmth in her chest dimming. “Why not?”

Azzi sighed, her hand moving up to rest lightly on Paige’s arm. “Jess,” she said simply. “We both know this..we can’t go there while she’s still in the picture.”

Paige groaned, flopping back onto the pillow. “I was going to break things off with her,” she said, her frustration evident. “Before she dropped the family stuff on me. I was ready, Azzi.”

Azzi’s gaze softened. “I know. But doing it now? Over text, while she’s dealing with all of that? You don’t want to be that person, Paige. And you’re not.”

Paige exhaled heavily, running a hand through her hair. “It just feels so…messy. I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending everything’s fine.”

Azzi shifted closer, her voice gentle. “We’ll figure it out. Just…wait until she’s back. Talk to her face-to-face.”

Paige nodded reluctantly, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

As she sat up, ready to start her day, Azzi’s eyes followed her. Paige was halfway to stretching when she caught Azzi openly raking her gaze up her body, lingering for just a beat too long.

"Really?" Paige teased, raising an eyebrow.

Azzi didn’t even try to deny it, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Can you blame me?"

Paige crossed her arms, leaning slightly to one side. "You’re supposed to be the responsible one, remember? Telling me to wait and all that."

Azzi shrugged, her eyes still shamelessly drinking Paige in. "I never said I wasn’t tempted."

Paige rolled her eyes, but there was a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. "We’re waiting," she said, her tone firm, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her resolve.

Azzi bit her lip, her smirk deepening as she slowly got out of bed. "If you say so." Her gaze lingered just a moment longer before she turned, the sway of her hips deliberate as she headed toward the bathroom.

Paige watched her go, muttering under her breath, "Impossible."

Azzi glanced back over her shoulder, catching Paige’s eye one last time. "You love it," she said with a wink, disappearing through the doorway.

…

The weight room buzzed with energy, the sound of clanging metal and low chatter filling the air. Paige and Azzi ended up in separate lifting groups, but that didn’t stop them from finding each other across the room.

Every time Paige moved to adjust a bar or add weight, she’d catch Azzi’s eye. The smirk that played on Azzi’s lips whenever their gazes met sent a thrill through her. Azzi, for her part, seemed to always be positioned just right—either brushing past Paige or standing close enough for their arms to graze when they crossed paths.

Paige wasn’t subtle, either. Her eyes lingered on Azzi’s toned frame when she thought no one was watching, appreciating the effortless way she moved.

Caroline, spotting Azzi leaning against a squat rack, sauntered over, towel slung over her shoulder. “Alright, spill,” she said, her tone playful but pointed. “What’s going on between you and Paige? Because whatever it is, you two are about as subtle as a KK coming into a room and the whole room can feel the tension.

Azzi raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly as she picked up a kettlebell. “What are you talking about?”

Caroline gave her a deadpan look. “Don’t play dumb. The eye contact, the lingering touches, the whole...thing.” She gestured vaguely in Paige’s direction. “Come on, I’m not blind.”

Azzi sighed, setting the kettlebell down. “It’s...complicated.” She wiped her hands on her shorts, her gaze flickering back to Paige, who was busy adjusting her grip on a barbell. “We want each other. That much is obvious.”

Caroline snorted. “Yeah, no kidding. So, what’s stopping you?”

Azzi hesitated, her voice lowering. “Paige has a girlfriend. Jess.”

Caroline wrinkled her nose. “Jess? The one who’s been a total bitch to you since day one? Please. Why does that even matter? What does that have to do with you two?”

Azzi let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “I might’ve given her a few reasons to be upset.”

Caroline raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

Azzi hesitated, then gave a wry smile. “Let’s just say I’m not exactly subtle when Jess is around.” She shrugged, almost sheepishly. “I’ll admit, I push it a bit sometimes—making Paige laugh, leaning in close, touching her just enough to make her flustered. All while Jess is watching.”

Caroline’s eyebrows shot up. “Wow. Bold move.”

Azzi leaned against the squat rack, her smirk returning. “Only because of how rude Jess is to me. From the moment we met, she’s been cold, making snide comments. I wouldn’t normally do it, but she brings it out of me.”

Caroline tilted her head, curious. “Like what? What does she say?”

Azzi shrugged. “Little things. She questions why I’m always around, makes passive-aggressive comments about me crashing at Paige’s place. Stuff like that. So, yeah, I might wear Paige’s hoodie when Jess is visiting. And, yeah, I’ve been known to brush my hand against Paige’s back or shoulder, just to see if I can get a reaction.” She grinned wickedly. “Paige gets this cute little blush every time.”

Caroline laughed, shaking her head. “You’re evil.”

Azzi grinned wider. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t do it if Jess wasn’t so nasty all the time. It’s not like I go out of my way to make things worse. Most of the time, Jess does that all on her own.”

Caroline considered this, then shrugged. “Still, if Paige is letting it happen, that says something. You sure she’s even into Jess?”

Azzi’s eyes softened as she looked across the room, where Paige was adjusting weights on a barbell. “She’s loyal,” Azzi said quietly. “And she feels guilty. That’s why she hasn’t ended it yet.”

Azzi’s gaze drifted back to Paige, who was stretching now, her shirt riding up just slightly to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. Paige caught Azzi looking and shot her a playful glare, which only made Azzi grin wider.

Caroline rolled her eyes at the two. “Screw timing then. Jess isn’t here, and it sounds like she doesn’t treat Paige that great anyway. Why are you holding back for someone who barely even likes you and who Paige is barely in a relationship with?”

Azzi considered that, her gaze softening as she watched Paige laugh at something one of her teammates said. “Good question,” she said quietly.

Paige glanced up then, her eyes meeting Azzi’s. The air between them seemed to spark, the weight room fading into the background for a moment. Paige’s gaze flickered down Azzi’s body, lingering just a little too long, before she quickly looked away, cheeks faintly pink.

Caroline nudged Azzi with a knowing grin. “See? You’re wasting time.”

Azzi smirked, picking up her towel. “Maybe you’re right,” she murmured. “Why should I push aside what I want for someone I barely know?”

With renewed determination, Azzi grinned to herself. Over the next few weeks, she’d turn up the heat. Subtle glances and light brushes wouldn’t cut it. She’d make sure Paige felt everything she did.

“Time to step up my game,” Azzi said, her tone full of resolve.

Caroline laughed, slapping Azzi on the back. “Now that’s the Azzi I know.”

…

Paige adjusted the weights on her barbell, her mind far from the task at hand. Her thoughts kept drifting back to that morning, to the way Azzi’s warm body felt against hers, the low murmur of her voice, and that damn smirk. The memory of Azzi’s lips—soft, so close—sent a shiver down her spine. She clenched her jaw, trying to focus, but it was impossible.

Her eyes wandered, almost involuntarily, back to Azzi across the room. The other girl was effortlessly beautiful, her skin glistening under the gym’s harsh fluorescent lights, her curls pulled into a loose bun that seemed to defy gravity. Paige's gaze lingered on the curve of her shoulders, the way her muscles flexed with every movement, and those lips, parted slightly as she concentrated.

God, she was a distraction.

The worst part was the heat building inside her—frustration, desire, and something softer, more dangerous. She’d tried to ignore it, to bury it under excuses and loyalty to Jess. But this morning, tangled up in Azzi, it was impossible to deny. She wanted her. She wanted the girl with the dark curls, the quick wit, and the way she always made Paige feel like the only person in the room.

And the way Azzi looked at her…like she knew exactly what Paige was thinking, like she was waiting for her to break.

Paige exhaled sharply, forcing herself to focus as one of her teammates called out that it was her turn to lift. She stepped up to the barbell, wiping her hands on her shorts, but not before catching Azzi’s eyes.

Azzi was staring at her, and for a moment, everything else faded. There was something different in her expression now—a determination that sent a thrill through Paige. It wasn’t just teasing or flirtation anymore. It was a challenge, a promise, a silent declaration.

Paige’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, gripping the barbell tightly as she prepared for her set. But even as she lifted, the weight pressing down on her shoulders, her mind stayed on Azzi.

What was she planning? And how much longer could Paige resist?

…

Later that night the suite buzzed with energy, the air thick with laughter, playful banter, and the occasional sound of someone dramatically yelling about losing at cards. The movie was more of a formality now, its dialogue drowned out by the team’s antics. Paige sat on the couch, her legs stretched out comfortably, but her focus was entirely elsewhere.

Azzi was beside her, close enough that their arms brushed every now and then, each touch igniting a spark that neither could ignore. Paige felt bold tonight—bolder than she’d expected. Maybe it was the residual energy from the morning or the way Azzi kept glancing at her, but she found herself leaning into the tension.

"You always this handsy during movie night?" Paige teased, her voice low enough that only Azzi could hear.

Azzi smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Only when the company’s good," she shot back, letting her fingers briefly graze Paige’s forearm.

Paige’s lips quirked up as she tilted her head toward Azzi, her voice dropping to a playful murmur. "You might want to be careful. People could get ideas."

Azzi chuckled, leaning closer, her curls brushing against Paige’s cheek. "Let them," she whispered.

For a moment, they simply sat there, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. But Paige wasn’t content to let Azzi have all the fun tonight. As the room’s energy shifted, with some teammates moving around to grab more snacks, Paige stood up. She circled the couch and came up behind Azzi, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Azzi was mid-conversation with Ice when Paige leaned down, her breath warm against Azzi’s ear. "You know," Paige whispered, her voice just loud enough for Azzi to hear, "you’re making it really hard for me to focus tonight."

Azzi froze for a split second, her eyes widening before she quickly masked her reaction. "Oh, am I?" she said, her voice a little breathier than usual.

Paige grinned, enjoying the rare sight of Azzi flustered. She let her fingers trail lightly over Azzi’s shoulder as she pulled back, returning to her seat.

Azzi turned her head slightly, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "You’re trouble, blondie," she muttered under her breath, her lips curving into a small smile.

Paige arched a brow, her eyes glinting with playful challenge. "Takes one to know one."

The night went on, but the game between them only intensified. Azzi wasn’t about to let Paige’s sudden boldness go unanswered. She leaned in closer during conversations, her touches lingering a little longer, her voice softer and more intimate.

At one point, Azzi let her hand rest on Paige’s thigh for a moment too long as she reached for her drink, her thumb brushing against the fabric. Paige felt her breath catch, but instead of pulling away, she leaned in, her voice a teasing murmur. "Careful, Azzi. You’re making it hard to behave."

Azzi’s smirk was immediate. "Good," she whispered back, her eyes locked on Paige’s. "I wasn’t planning on making it easy."

The room around them faded further into the background as they continued their unspoken dance. Paige felt a heady mix of exhilaration and frustration as the night wore on, each shared glance, each touch, pushing them closer to a line neither was ready to cross.

When the movie ended and teammates started to gather their things, Azzi stood, stretching casually. Paige couldn’t help but watch the way her shirt rode up slightly, exposing a sliver of toned skin. Azzi caught her staring and bit her lip, her eyes flicking down Paige’s form in return.

"You heading to bed, P?" Azzi asked, her voice laced with suggestion.

Paige crossed her arms, leaning casually against the couch. "Maybe. You planning to behave yourself tonight?"

Azzi stepped closer, her smirk widening. "Depends," she said, her voice dropping. "Will it be more fun if I don’t?"

Paige laughed softly, shaking her head. "You’re impossible," she said, though the warmth in her tone betrayed how much she was enjoying this.

Azzi shrugged, biting her lip before turning toward the bathroom. But before she could get far, Paige reached out, gently grabbing her wrist.

"Wait," Paige said, her voice softer now, her eyes searching Azzi’s. "What changed? This morning, you were the one telling me we needed to slow down because of Jess."

Azzi tilted her head, her expression softening. "I thought about it," she said simply. "And I realized…I want you. I’m not going to ignore that anymore." Her eyes flicked to Paige’s lips for a second before meeting her gaze again. "But I’d never let you do something that goes against who you are. That’s not how this works."

Paige blinked, her throat tight. She felt the weight of Azzi’s words settle over her, the pull between them growing stronger by the second.

Paige lingered in the living room for a moment, her thoughts swirling as her teammates filtered out one by one. The air still buzzed with the energy of the night, but she knew she wouldn’t find any calm out here. With a deep breath, she pushed off the couch and headed toward her bedroom.

When she stepped inside, the soft glow of a bedside lamp illuminated Azzi, who was already tucked into bed. She was scrolling through her phone, her curls spilling over the pillow in effortless waves. She looked up as Paige entered, a slow, knowing smile curving her lips.

Paige leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms. "Settling in, huh?" she said, her voice light but laced with teasing.

Azzi chuckled, setting her phone on the nightstand. "You know it," she replied, her eyes flicking up to meet Paige’s.

Paige shook her head, smiling as she grabbed her sleep clothes from a drawer. "You’d better behave tonight," she said over her shoulder as she changed.

Azzi propped herself up on one elbow, her smirk widening. "What? You think I’m plotting something?" she teased, her tone playful but with that familiar edge of suggestion.

Paige turned back to her, hands on her hips. "I wouldn’t put it past you."

Azzi laughed softly, her gaze warm. "Relax," she said, patting the space beside her. "I just expect the usual cuddles. Nothing more…unless you’re offering."

Paige rolled her eyes, but her grin betrayed her. "You’re impossible," she muttered, climbing into bed.

As she settled under the covers, Azzi shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Paige’s waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. Paige let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into the familiar comfort of Azzi’s embrace.

"Goodnight, Azzi," she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that wasn’t there earlier.

"Goodnight, Paige," Azzi whispered back, her tone light but sincere.

Despite the tension that had simmered between them all day, the comfort of their closeness made everything feel just a little bit easier. Paige closed her eyes, a small smile lingering on her lips as sleep began to pull her under.

[rose24207]

Lando in mafia who reader wants to break up with because she’s scared of him but he proves to her he’d never hurt her (angsty/fluffy)

Prove it

Summary: In a tense and emotional confrontation, you try to leave Lando out of fear, but he proves his unwavering love and devotion, vowing to change and earn your trust.

Genre: Mafia!Lando, angst, fluff

TW: Mafia, mention of breakup

A/N: So many requests! I’m so happy!!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

The rain lashed against the windows of Lando’s sprawling penthouse, the rhythmic tapping an eerie counterpoint to the storm brewing inside.

You stood near the door, your hands trembling as you clutched the strap of your bag. Every muscle in your body screamed for you to turn and leave, but your legs wouldn’t move.

Lando stood across the room, his figure cast in shadow, the dim light from the fireplace flickering over his sharp features.

"You're leaving?" he asked, his voice low, dangerous. The calmness in his tone only made it worse—it was the calm before the storm. You had seen him angry before, but this wasn’t anger.

This was disbelief, a quiet devastation he wasn’t willing to show outright.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “I can’t do this anymore, Lando. I can’t stay.”

His jaw clenched, and he took a step closer. The weight of his presence filled the room, making it hard to breathe. “Why?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. “Why now?”

You tried to steady your voice, to summon courage you didn’t feel. “I can’t live like this. With the secrets, the danger, the—” You gestured toward him, at his sharp suit, his cufflinks glinting like the knives you knew he kept hidden. “You.”

His expression hardened, and for a moment, you saw the man who ruled the shadows of the city, the man whose name was spoken in whispers.

But then his shoulders sagged, and he looked at you not as Lando Norris, the feared leader of a criminal empire, but as Lando, the man who had once loved you with all his heart.

“I’ve kept you out of it,” he said softly, his accent thicker, his voice tinged with frustration. “I’ve kept you safe.”

“But I’m not safe, Lando,” you said, your voice breaking. “Not when I know what you’re capable of.”

His head snapped up, his eyes narrowing. “You think I’d hurt you?” The words came out sharper than he intended, and you flinched.

The reaction cut deeper than any bullet ever could.

You took a step back, your hand gripping the doorframe for support. “I don’t know, Lando. That’s the problem. I don’t know what you’d do—to me, to anyone who gets in your way.”

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the rain pounding against the glass. Lando’s face was unreadable, but his eyes betrayed him—hurt, raw and unfiltered. “You really believe that,” he said, almost to himself. “You think I’d harm the one person I’d burn this entire city down for?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

You hadn’t always been afraid of Lando. When you first met him, he’d been charming, playful, a little mysterious but never threatening. He’d swept you off your feet with his effortless charisma and the way he made you feel like the center of his world.

It wasn’t until you were in too deep that you started to see the cracks in the façade.

The late-night phone calls, the meetings that went long into the night, the bruises he’d brush off with a nonchalant “It’s nothing.” You’d asked questions, but his answers were always vague, carefully crafted to give you just enough reassurance without revealing the truth.

And then you found out.

Not from him, but from the news.

A headline splashed across the TV, a grainy photo of Lando standing over a man in a dimly lit alley, his expression cold, unfeeling.

The article labeled him as the shadowy figure behind a sprawling criminal empire, the mastermind pulling the strings of illegal trades and underground dealings.

You confronted him, demanded answers, and for the first time, Lando didn’t lie. He told you everything—how he’d been born into it, how there was no escape from a life dictated by power and violence. But he promised you one thing: “You’re not part of this world. I’ll keep you safe. Always.”

At first, you believed him.

He shielded you from the darkness, kept you far from the bloodshed and danger. But as time went on, the walls he’d built around you began to feel like a cage.

Every time he came home with bruised knuckles or a haunted look in his eyes, the fear grew. Not just fear of the world he lived in, but fear of him.

“Please,” you said, your voice trembling. “Just let me go.”

Lando took another step closer, his movements slow, measured, like he was approaching a wounded animal. “I can’t do that,” he said softly. “You’re mine. I can’t let you walk away.”

The possessiveness in his words sent a chill down your spine, but it was the vulnerability in his eyes that made your chest ache.

He wasn’t threatening you.

He was begging you to stay.

“I’m scared of you, Lando,” you admitted, tears streaming down your face. “I’m scared of what you’ve done, of what you might do. I can’t live like this, constantly looking over my shoulder.”

His breath hitched, and he ran a hand through his hair, the usually composed man unraveling before your eyes. “I would never hurt you,” he said, his voice cracking. “Never. You’re the only good thing in my life.”

“Then prove it,” you said, your voice shaking but firm. “Prove that I don’t have to be afraid of you.”

Lando’s gaze locked onto yours, and for a moment, he was silent. Then, slowly, he sank to his knees in front of you. The sight of him, the most powerful man you knew, brought low by your words, took your breath away.

“You’re right to be scared of me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve done terrible things. I’ve hurt people, destroyed lives. But you...” His voice broke, and he looked up at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You’re the one person I’d never hurt. I’d die before I let anyone touch you, and I’d give up everything if it meant keeping you safe.”

Your heart clenched painfully, the sincerity in his voice cutting through your fear. But the scars of the past were still there, and they wouldn’t fade easily. “I need more than words, Lando. I need to know that I can trust you.”

He nodded, his jaw tightening. “Then I’ll prove it. I’ll give you whatever you need, whatever it takes. Just... don’t leave me.”

The days that followed were tense, filled with cautious conversations and hesitant touches. Lando gave you space, though it was clear it killed him to keep his distance. He stayed in the background, watching, waiting, his every move careful and deliberate.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, he approached you on the balcony. He held something in his hand—a simple silver necklace with a tiny charm shaped like a key.

“I had this made for you,” he said, his voice soft. “It’s not just a gift. It’s a promise.”

You looked at him, confused. “A promise?”

He nodded, his gaze steady. “A promise that I’ll change. That I’ll do whatever it takes to give you the life you deserve. I know I can’t undo what I’ve done, but I can start over. For you.”

Tears filled your eyes as you took the necklace from his hand. It was such a small thing, and yet it carried the weight of everything he was trying to say.

You hesitated for a moment before slipping it around your neck.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

Lando stepped closer, his hands hovering at his sides like he was afraid to touch you. “I’m not asking you to forgive me right away. I know it’ll take time. But I love you, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it if I have to.”

That night, as you lay in bed, your thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions. Lando’s words echoed in your mind, the sincerity in his eyes haunting you. You knew he wasn’t perfect—far from it. But beneath the darkness, there was a man who loved you fiercely, who was willing to fight for you in ways you couldn’t even comprehend.

When you woke the next morning, Lando was sitting in the chair by the window, his head resting in his hands. He looked up when he heard you stir, his expression a mix of hope and fear.

“I’m still here,” you said, your voice quiet but firm.

Relief washed over his face, and for the first time in weeks, you saw the ghost of a smile. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”

You sat up, pulling the blanket around you. “This doesn’t mean everything’s okay,” you warned. “But I’m willing to try. If you are.”

Lando crossed the room in three quick strides, sinking to his knees beside the bed. He took your hands in his, his grip firm but gentle. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making this right,” he said. “I promise.”

And as you looked into his eyes, you believed him.

Thank you for reading!

[theoreticallybread]

can i get something off my chest rq?

i HATE when people go “oh this character was right, this character was wrong, i’m glad this other character is dead, they deserved it they were so evil”

because NO, that’s not what arcane is about. it is a show with desperate people trying their damnedest to do what they think is right.

take the jinx v. caitlyn thing for example:

jinx lost everything she had because of a MISTAKE and just as she was about to get her sister, an integral part of her childhood and sanity back, she felt it being ripped away again. jinx has this horrible feeling that she is going to be abandoned again, and so she lashes out and ends up killing caitlyn’s mom and doesnt even know she’s in the room when she does it. it wasn’t an accident, and it wasn’t excusable, but it had cause.

now, because of jinx’s actions, caitlyn hates her and is willing to do anything to see her dead. at this point it is important to note that vi has given caitlyn express permission and her blessing to kill jinx. vi also told jayce earlier in season one that kids die everyday in the lanes and that him killing one kid isnt actually that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things, she basically tells him she condones child murder as long as it’s for a good reason. now back to caitlyn.

caitlyn follows what she believes to be right and takes aim at jinx while vi holds her down. isha steps in, and caitlyn stays with her conviction, continuing to aim the gun at jinx. suddenly, vi is COMPLETELY AGAINST the idea of killing kids and jinx. cait is rightfully confused as to why vi changed her mind so quickly.

so it makes sense that she would still try to shoot jinx, even when isha is in the way and vi is telling her not to. she didn’t actually change at all, if anything shes the only one who stayed the same.

i don’t really think any one of the characters in arcane is totally wrong, because they all have their own ups and downs, wrongs and rights. none of these characters is perfect, and that’s why i love them! they represent the gray area that we all exist in, but society rarely recognizes.

all in all, this show is not about heroes and villains, it’s about a diverse group of people fighting to do what they think is right in order to protect those they love.

[deepspacenova]

👀👀 too good of an idea to pass up…

RAISED STAKES

Basically just 1300 words of UST

Sylus watched as his pointer finger slowly tapped a dent in the wood table.  

“And if someone notices us slip out, we’ll just tell them we needed some… privacy.” He glanced at her through his lashes. “Anything else?”

“Privacy for wh—” she stood up abruptly, feeling her cheeks flame as she listened to the suggestive drawl of his words. “Nevermind! Don’t say anything. I better get back to the Association and tell Jenna that I might’ve found a way to….”

Her last words were eclipsed by a loud clap of thunder and a cacophony of droplets hitting the windows of her flat. 

She groaned in frustration as the sheets of water sluiced down the glass like a waterfall but the scratch of Sylus’ chair legs made her turn around. 

“Well, if that’s all you need,” he started casually, “I’ll be getting back to—“

A band of dread wrapped around her lungs at the vision of him starting his half of the plan before she even got to set her half in motion.

“Oh no you don’t!” Her step toward him was so fast he sat back down, one brow arched in either confusion or amusement, she could never tell. “There’s no way I’m letting you loose to talk to those dealers before I debrief my own boss.”

“Why, I’m hurt, sweetie,” he said blandly, looking decidedly unhurt as he leaned back in his seat with one ankle over the other knee. “Don’t you trust me by now?”

It was her turn to raise a brow, except hers was undeniably, indisputably in disbelief.

She knew she’d won when he huffed, “Fine, I’ll stay until it passes.”

She slumped back into her seat and watched Sylus as he tapped away on his phone. When he noticed her staring, he tilted his head.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, reaching into the drawer by her breakfast nook for something to keep her occupied. She smiled when her fingers brushed against a familiar stack. Bringing it out, she set it on the table.

Sylus looked up at the unmistakable feline artwork. “Don’t tell me those are what I think they are.”

“Come on, you never complain when we’re at the cafe. Let’s play to pass the time,” she coaxed. “I don’t really know what games or prizes we could play for here though.”

“I can teach you a few.” Sylus smirked. “Gambling’s the last crime anyone’s worried about in the N109 Zone.”

Her eyes widened in fascination. “What do you bet on?”

Sylus shrugged. “Property, information, favors, lives – blackmail is in the eye of the beholder.”

She traced the edge of the deck with her fingertip. “Want to play?”

The corner of his mouth hitched up as if she’d surprised him. “What are we playing for then?” he asked mischievously.

“Well, I’m not giving you any information. I don’t own property. And I will not take the risk of owing you a favor.”

He tisked softly, leaning his exposed forearms on the table as one hand wrapped around hers on the deck. “Cards mean nothing without stakes, sweetie. Looks like you don’t have any bargaining power. Unless…” A streak of lightning in the sky illuminated a predatory glimmer in the scarlet irises that trailed over her. “You are the stakes?”

She pulled her hand away from the deck and gave him a dirty look, knowing exactly the type of game he was suggesting. “No.”

Sylus tilted his head. “No one will ever know.”

She watched as Sylus suddenly stretched his hands above his head, revealing a sliver of bare skin. He was baiting her, and she knew it.

“Fine, but we stop when I say to. Got it?”

He smiled wolfishly. “I’ll deal.”

She watched him take back the deck, slightly mesmerized by the movements of his fingers as he began to shuffle. He dealt the cards, two face-down for each of them, the rest of the deck face-down in the middle. “Ready to play?”

She smiled, thinking of all those times she trounced him at the cafe. “Yeah. I’m going to win.”

Sylus chuckled. “Whatever you say, kitten.”

She grinned triumphantly as she won the first round until he took off his loafers with a smirk. Her boots went the next round. She won the third round and watched him peel off his socks.

They continued playing until she started catching on to some of Sylus’ tells — licking his lips, brushing his hair out of his eyes. The moves were a little too seductive though, too practiced to fool her into believing them outright.  

She must’ve been too focused on his ulterior motives however, because she lost the next three rounds, discarding her jacket, socks, and belt. She frowned as she wondered when her earlier winning streak had worn off.

Sylus, who wasn’t wearing a jacket, lost the next round and lifted his shirt over his head. She inhaled sharply and the twitch of his right cheek along with the smug expression on his face only made her more suspicious of his “loss.”

A gravelly drawl. “Too much for you?”

Ignoring the flutter of wings bumping the inside of her ribcage, she narrowed her eyes, her resolve back in place. “Deal the cards.”

He flipped them onto the table and watched her carefully the whole round. She bit her lip and put down her best card, a purple three. 

But as his mouth curled into a devious grin and he placed a green four onto the table, she knew she was done for. 

She tried to swallow past the growing balloon in her throat and stared at him in surprise. 

“You don’t have to—“ She must’ve looked more terrified than surprised because the leader of Onychinus was taking pity on her like she was some sort of helpless creature. It only made her more determined to shut him up. 

Without glancing away from him she ripped her shirt over her head in one quick motion.

Sylus stared — his mouth still half-open — at the new skin exposed to his gaze. Shock, intensity, and… greed overtook his expression.

She picked up the cards, determined not to lose the next round. And she didn’t.

Sylus, who hadn’t so much as looked at what he’d been dealt since he’d picked them up finally glanced at the two cards in his hand.

“Well played, kitten,” he murmured as he stood up and shoved his trousers down his legs.

The distraction must’ve been infecting her too with how quickly she’d forgotten that her wins were double-edged.

She gripped the edge of the table. Only his underwear remained, and they were flimsy enough to show the outline of his—

“Are you ready?” Sylus interrupted her train of thought.

She nodded and he dealt the cards. 

She played her card. Pink three. He played his. Green five.

She scowled and debated whether to take off her bra or her trousers. She decided on her bra, much to Sylus’ delight. It didn’t really matter because she lost the next round, too.

She discarded her trousers and sat back down nervously. Both of them were in only their underwear.

“This is the last hand, sweetie” Sylus said as he dealt the cards. “One of us is going to be naked by the end of it.” He smiled wickedly.

She peeked at her cards and tried not to look too excited. Two fives.

He gestured with an upturned palm. “Alright, let’s see it.”

She raised her eyebrows as she played one of the fives.

“Ten. Pretty good.” Sylus played his card. “But not good enough.”

Twelve. 

“Looks like I won.” Sylus seemed all too pleased with himself.

She pressed her thighs together, and the smile dropped off his face as he watched her heaving chest. She shivered.

The rain almost drowned out the pounding in her ears as she stood and walked toward where he was seated. Nudging his knees apart and never breaking eye contact as she stood between them, she hooked her fingers in the sides of the lace around her hips and slid them down her legs.

Sylus inhaled as they stared at each other. He reached up and ran the pads of his fingers down her body, starting at the base of her throat and ending just below her navel as if he were branding his fingerprints into her torso.

“Kitten, we really need to work on your poker face.”

Kitty cards with the LADS but every round anyone loses, they have to remove an item of clothing 👀

[super-antelope]

Klaasje my beloved 🥹🥹

[acourtofquestions]

Boots crunched in hay, and then he was knee to knee before her.

Aedion.

There was nothing kind on his face. No pity or warmth.

For a long minute, they only stared at each other.

Then the prince growled softly, "Your plan was bullshit."

She said nothing, and couldn't stop her shoulders from curving inward.

"Your plan was bullshit," he breathed, his eyes sparking. "How could you ever be her, wear her skin, and think to get away with it? How could you ever think you'd get around the fact that our armies are counting on you to burn the enemy to ashes, and all you can do is run away and emerge as some beast instead?"

"You don't get to pin this retreat on me," she rasped. The first words she'd spoken in days and days.

"You agreed to let Aelin go to her death, and leave us here to be slashed to bloody ribbons. You two told no one of this plan, told none of us who might have explained the realities of this war, and that we would need a gods-damned Fire-Bringer and not an untrained, useless shape-shifter against Morath."

Blow after blow, the words landed upon her weary heart. "We—"

"If you were so willing to let Aelin die, then you should have let her do it after she incinerated Erawan's hordes!"

"It would not have stopped Maeve from capturing her."

"If you'd told us, we might have planned differently, acted differently, and we would not be here, damn you!"

She stared at the muddy hay. "Throw me out of your army, then."

"You ruined everything." His words were colder than the wind outside. "You, and her."

Lysandra closed her eyes.

Hay rustled, and she knew he'd risen to his feet, knew it as his words speared from above her bowed head. "Get out of my tent."

She wasn't certain she could move enough to obey, though she wished to. Needed to. Fight back. She should fight back. Rage at him as he lashed at her, needing an outlet for his fear and despair.

Lysandra opened her eyes, peering up at him. At the rage on his face, the hatred She managed to stand, her body bleating in pain. Managed to look him in the eye, even as Aedion said again with quiet cold, "Get out."

Barefoot in the snow, naked beneath her cloak. Aedion glanced at her bare legs, as if realizing it. And not caring.

So Lysandra nodded, clutching Ansel's cloak tighter, and strode into the frigid night.

"Where is she?" Ren asked, a mug of what smelled like watery soup in one hand, a chunk of bread in the other. The lord scanned the tent as if he would find her under the cot, the hay.

Aedion stared at the precious few logs burning in the brazier, and said nothing.

"What have you done?" Ren breathed.

Everything was about to end. Had been doomed since Maeve had stolen Aelin. Since his queen and the shifter had struck their agreement.

So it didn't matter, what he'd said. He hadn't cared if it wasn't fair, wasn't true.

Didn't care if he was so tired he couldn't muster shame at his pinning on her the blame for the sure defeat they'd face in a matter of days before Perranth's walls.

He wished she'd smacked him, had screamed at him. But she had let him rage. And had walked out into the snow, barefoot.

He'd promised to save Terrasen, to hold the lines. Had done so for years. And yet this test against Morath, when it had counted ... he had failed.

He’d muster the strength to fight again. To rally his men. He just ... he needed to sleep.

Aedion didn't notice when Ren left, undoubtedly in search of the shifter with who he was so damned enamored.

He should summon his Bane commanders. See how they thought to manage this disaster.

But he couldn't. Could do nothing but stare into that fire as the long night passed.

[t4tstarvingdog]

guys when they remember

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

All I can do until we see what happens with this election is hope, distract myself, and try to get others to vote, because if I think too hard about it my anxiety and depression gets worse and the voice in the back of my head that tells me to hurt myself and go hide in the woods or something gets louder

[mapsareforbraindeads]

i’m staying up late and turning my alarm off to try and make sure i can’t show up to school tomorrow because i legitimately cannot take it anymore

[makismei]

❝ YOU A SUPERMAN? OR… A MINUTE MAN?

♡ fem!reader x various

featuring…. gojo satoru, nanami kento & fushiguro toji

cw: 18+, minors dni, squirting, overstim, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, anal play (nanami)

synopsis: who’s pounding till the sun rises and who’s clocking out after one round?!

notes from mei! tbh the title doesn’t really make sense… i listened to mcnasty(?) by jay park when it came out a while back and that lyric really resounded in my soul

GOJO ♡ a quick shot. but his dick stays hard. pretty superman-esque if you ask me.

“you idiot—fuuuck, stop moving your hips!” the sound of both of your cum sloshing together rings in your ears. you’re pushing at his tummy, quivering legs haphazardly thrown over his shoulders and tears bubbling in your lash line.

it feels so full inside of you. you’ve both been going at it for god knows how long; his release smeared on your lower tummy and inner thighs.

satoru moves your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours as he starts to press weight into each thrust.

“ahh, mmaahhh!” head shaking back and forth on the pillow, “‘m gonna cum! i can’t—satoru, m’ gonna die!”

he’s practically whining, ignoring your pleas with sweat beading down his temple as he plows you relentlessly. “baby, i can’t hold out.”

his head’s thrown back, feeling his dick twitch whenever he kisses your cervix just right, eyes rolling back into his skull.

“y’feel so good baby, why do you feel so good?” he pants, not realizing he’s filling you up with hot ropes of cum. he’s still thrusting and you swear if he keeps this up your bottom half is going to be numb.

still absolutely rock hard inside of you, he turns you on your side, one leg still on his shoulder while he grinds against that one spot that renders you speechless.

“let me have one more, baby.” he whines, legs shaking, “‘m still so hard f’you.”

NANAMI ♡ depends. he’s good at holding himself off, but he also enjoys stuffing you with multiple loads of his cum.

he’s groaning, eyes lidded as he watches you align his cock with your leaky slit. globs of his cum seep from your pussy, soiling his faintly coloured pubic hairs. someway, somehow, you managed to flip your previous positions and he’s the one laying on the mattress instead of you.

“my love,” he breathes, his large hand; callused from his work but still so gentle, caresses your hip, “i’m not going anywhere.”

it’s as if you’re in a rush, scrambling like he’s going to disappear.

you whine, legs quivering when his tip swipes against your entrance. “please, nami, i want you to cum again… it feels s’good.”

he smiles, his other hand reaching out to hold your face, thumb gently stroking against your cheek. “so needy today… have i been neglecting you?”

leaning down, you bury your face into his neck, grinding your soaked pussy onto his hardening cock. you hum shyly, distracting yourself by leaving wet kisses on his neck and shoulder.

he hums, your shyness making him all smug and sappy. “so that’s what it is, huh?”

you feel him harden, before he’s lifting you and dropping you down on his cock. you tense, squealing into his shoulder. languidly, he’s making you fuck down onto him, his own hips jolting up to meet you halfway.

sneakily, a hand makes it’s way down to your ass. he swats playfully before gathering slick at the point where you’re both connected. surprised, your eyes widen when you feel his finger start playing with your rim. it’s gentle, soft massaging as he’s jackhammering into you.

with your legs shaking, he doesn’t bother trying to move your hips, simply doing the work for you.

you’re gushing, liquid drooling from your pusey before you force yourself off of him, practically screaming as you squirt all over his lap. nanami groans, pulling you back down onto him to chase his release.

“oh my god—oh, fuuucckk!!” nails digging into his skin, your eyes roll back from the onslaught of pleasure. “‘s shoo gooood!”

he chuckles in your ear, but it gets cut off with a moan, flooding your cunt with his seed. kissing your tear-soaked cheeks, he smiles against your skin. “still feeling neglected, baby?”

TOJI ♡ one round and he’s hooonkkk mimimi… but he’s fucks nawwstyyy. like. he fucks you so good one round has you nearly passed out and quivering—drool and tears all over the pillow and your squirt leaving a niceee puddle right underneath you.

“that’s right, doll.” he whistles lowly, watching your legs tense, knees lifting themselves off the bed as he continues to bury his fingers into your cunt, his pupils practically dilating as he continuously prods against your sweet spot.

it’s wet and sticky between your legs, pussy glistening under the cheap glow of your bedside night light.

you’re damn near in a downward dog, face smushed into the mattress as your squirt soaks the bed. toji doesn’t let up, toying with your clit as he grins, cock twitching in his boxers.

when you slump face first into the bed, you’re practically drooling as you know what’s coming next. sturdy, thickset fingers knead the globes of your ass, before you feel his heavy cock sneaking it’s way into your slit.

“look at you,” he jeers, leaky tip pressing into your cunt. “being such a sweetheart after i made you squirt a few times.”

he buries himself to the hilt and you think you’re going cross-eyed. “yeah,” he croons, hips finding rhythm and bouncing on the fat of your ass, “you just wanna cum, ain’t that right?”

“yeesshh!” you cry. this position allows him too much control. you’re flat on your stomach, barely holding yourself up from your elbows. toji bares his weight on you, practically humping you and you know, he’s about to cum.

his tip kisses your g-spot repeatedly, scarred lips leaving wet kisses on your shoulder. “‘m gonna cum, baby,” he breathes, “you’ll take it, won’t’cha?”

you nod, eyes teary, “mmhm!”

you feel his lips against your skin, grinning. “cum with me baby, c’mon. you got it.”

as if his words have magic, he thrusts a couple more times before he feels you squeeze, and he’s a goner. groaning, he has a feeling you’re squirting again while he’s shooting rope after rope inside of you. he’s dizzy, practically blacking out after he pulls out, wiping you down with his shirt that he’s mistaken for a towel.

he slumps beside you, with his eyes closed, he slings a hefty arm over your waist. you adjust as he pulls you closer, lips brushing against your scapula.

he’s snoring before you know it.

panel is from i’ve become the target of his affection ^.^

[navybrat817]

Mr. and Mrs. Barnes

Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky suggests sneaking off at the gala. How can you resist?

Word Count: Over 3k

Warnings: Unprotected v. sex, sex in a closet, dirty talk, possessiveness, established relationship, slight insecurities, mention of breeding, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes and he's a simp for you (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Sorry, lovelies. I just really wanted this. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky didn’t bother to hide his discontent as he looked around at the ballroom. Was it a gala? Fundraiser? What cared? He hated functions like these. People were either there to kiss ass and move up the chain of command or gloat about how well off they were in life under the guise that they were doing good for others. He didn't attempt to converse with any of them, but still had to go as a way to support SHIELD in some capacity and show that he was no longer the Winter Soldier.

At least Steve and Sam were excused from the event due to a mission.

Leaning against one of the pillars and tugging at his bowtie, he spaced out momentarily. No one looked his way, but he still felt judged. Like he didn’t just belong at the event, but amongst anyone. He wanted to go home, get out of his tuxedo, and get the product out of his slicked back hair. He debated sneaking away from some air until he blinked and saw the reason he was truly there: you, the only real person in the crowd of liars and cheaters.

He never understood the expression of clothes clinging to someone like a second skin until you stepped into your floor-length black dress earlier this evening, the fabric enhancing every beautiful curve of your body. His eyes narrowed as you moved around the room and exchanged smiles and handshakes with people. Your aura drew people to you, men brushing against you and their stares lingering for far too long. It served as another reminder of why he didn’t want to go tonight, especially when a General gripped your arm.

If he had a glass in his hand it would’ve shattered.

Convincing you to stay in bed didn't work since you both had to make an appearance, but it didn't mean he wanted you apart from him. “Get over here,” he whispered, craving your attention, needing you close.

As if you sensed him seeking you out, likely feeling the weight of his stare, you turned to meet his gaze across the room. Your eyes sparkled with love that he never thought he’d receive in his lifetime. The kind of love he never wanted to be without again. “Would you please excuse me?” You asked loud enough for him to catch as you removed your arm from the man’s grip. “My husband is waiting for me.”

Your hips swayed as you worked your way toward Bucky, not stopping for any other man who tried to catch your eye. Hearing you call him your husband brought the first smile to his face since he arrived. He still couldn’t believe some days that you wanted forever with him. “I was wondering when my beautiful wife would remember I was here,” he said once you were close enough, reaching out for your hand.

The moment you took it, he stood tall and pulled you against him. He was certain no one else came close to the intimidating vibe he put out, his hold on you possessive as you smiled. “As if I could forget. Practically heard you growling when General Rando touched my arm,” you teased.

“Because he has no right to touch you,” he said, your lashes fluttering as you spun away. His hands guided you back to him. “I know you’re better with people than I am, which is why you’re the one who has to socialize and I’m sorry for that. But you also said I’m not allowed to break any fingers tonight and I won't be held responsible if he tries to touch you again.”

He swore he didn’t have a possessive bone in his body until you sauntered into his life, giving him hopes and dreams and longing.

You laughed at him, a seductive sound that had a few heads turning. “You do know I can break his fingers myself, right?”

He chuckled, leaning close to your ear and tickling your skin with his breath. “I know you're more than capable of kicking his ass. One of your many wonderful qualities,” he whispered. People underestimated you and that was always a mistake. “But I still don't like that he touched you like he wanted to own you.”

You rang a finger along his bowtie. “We all know who owns me and we know I own you, too,” you said, holding up your hand to show him your wedding ring. He tried to ignore how fast his heart pounded at the sight of his ring on your finger, the pledge you two made together. “In a very healthy, non-toxic sort of way, of course.”

He smirked, glancing around at the crowd before looking back at you. “Of course, but maybe we could give everyone a friendly reminder that we’re a happily married and loyal couple.” His voice dropped lower, teasingly. He wanted to make your heart race like his. “Or maybe we could sneak away for a bit. Make this night a little more interesting.”

“Sneak away?” You feigned innocence as you blinked at him. He was certain any innocence you had before he met you was gone thanks to him. “Whatever for?”

“You know what for. It’ll be like that expo we went to a few months ago.” Bucky tilted his head slightly, studying your face closely. He easily picked up your sharp inhale, the way your pupils dilated and lips parted. It was clear that sneaking off was something that very much interested you. “C’mon, baby. This gala is boring and neither of us want to be here. My idea is much more fun. You know it is.”

He touched your cheek, your skin warm under his hand. He wasn’t able to keep you in bed earlier like he wanted, but the thought of pulling you away and having you right here and now had his stomach fluttering with excitement. “This gala is boring,” you agreed carefully.

“Then let’s make it exciting.” His thumb brushed across your lips and it took everything in him not to push his thumb inside. “You made me come to this thing. Don’t I deserve something for showing up and behaving?”

“I haven't made you come yet.” His muscles went taut when you briefly sucked the digit into your mouth, electricity crackling under his skin. He admired your boldness, how you were unashamedly yourself in front of these people. You didn't and would never care what they thought. “And I didn't make you come to this event, but I can make it worth your while.”

He held your chin and moved close until only an inch separated your faces. Your eyes gleamed with a hunger that rivaled his. The air crackled between you, daring you both to give over to your obvious desires. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” He rasped when you suddenly pulled back and helped move him across the floor in a dance.

“My plan? I thought sneaking away was your idea,” you smiled, guiding you both closer to the open doorway. “But if we can find a closet or dark corner, you can do whatever you want with me. And I’ll even let you fuck my throat first thing tomorrow morning for behaving.”

A rumbling, deep groan escaped his throat. His fingers dug in possessively when he gripped the nape of your neck and tilted your head so he could taste your skin. Your body molding against his, soft and yielding against his solid frame, wasn’t enough. There were too many clothes in the way and he wanted to bury himself deep inside you.

“You drive me crazy, Mrs. Barnes,” he whispered, lifting his head to look into your eyes.

“The feeling is mutual, Mr. Barnes.” You bit your lip once he waltzed you for enough away from prying eyes, the heat flaring between you. “I need you.”

Every nerve ending came to life when he claimed your mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue plunged past your lips, holding you steady as he devoured you. You melted against him, which only brought forth his primal hunger more. His intensity never scared you and he would be forever thankful for that.

You gasped as your back hit a wall, the sounds of chatter and music from the ballroom muffled. Your nails scraped the fabric of his jacket, both of you lost in sensations of lust and desire. As one of your hands continued its journey to his shoulder, the other wandered down his torso and didn’t stop until you gripped his thick erection through his pants.

He abruptly broke the kiss when you gave him a squeeze, his eyes wild. “Fuck,” he breathed, gripping your wrist and pushing more firmly against your hand. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me.”

With dizzying speed, he spun you so that your back pressed against his front. You panted as his hand ventured through the slit of your dress and brushed along your trembling thigh. “Wait until you feel how wet I am,” you whispered, grinding your hips back against his.

His mouth brushed the exposed column of your throat, alternating between small bites and open mouthed kisses. “Still get wet for me?” He asked, massaging your breast with his vibranium hand and drawing another gasp from you when he pinched your nipple. He marveled at how much he could feel with that hand and how he’d never harm you with it.

“Have you seen yourself? One look from you and I’m soaked.” Your back arched as he bit down again. He wished he saw himself the way you did. “And you’re my husband. That craving for you isn’t going away.”

He rocked his hips against yours, seeking out more contact and friction as his cock throbbed and heart swelled. Marriage wasn’t a constant honeymoon phase. It took work. Effort. Compromise. But you were worth every moment, every struggle, every up and down.

Laughter from a few feet away had him lifting his head, both of you looking toward where the noise was coming from. “Fuck,” he snarled, wanting to scream at whoever it was to go the fuck away.

“There’s a closet around the corner. We just need to pick the lock,” you told him, smiling over your shoulder. “I may have scoped out the place in case this happened.”

He chuckled, utterly in awe of you. “I fucking love you,” he exhaled.

Walking with an aching hard-on wasn’t easy, but he managed to get you both further away from the ballroom. He picked the lock with record speed once you got to the door and moved you both inside. He flipped on the light, wanting to see as much of you as he could. For a moment, you two stared at each other and waited for the other to make a move. He loved the anticipation.

“I’m disappointed in you, Mr. Barnes,” you said, reaching for the doorknob to lock it. He was about to ask what he possibly did to upset you when you smirked. “You didn’t mention anything about me not wearing any panties.”

His cock was ready to burst from his pants. “Because that fucking clown out there interupted me,” he rumbled, pinning you against the door and crowding your body. His nose touched yours as he hiked your dress up, desperate to kiss you again. Eager to feel your wetness. “You trust me?”

It was a question he always asked. You put all of yourself into his care, your body, mind, heart, and soul. It was only fair that he made sure you still wanted him to be the one for you today, tomorrow, and every day after that. Even then a single lifetime would never be enough for him. He wanted a thousand lives with you.

“Always,” you said, an ache in your voice that he couldn’t resist. He fused his lips with yours, building up the fire all over again when his hand found your damp heat. The most intimate part of you where you allowed him to make himself at home. Your hands shook as you went to undo his pants, wanting to free him. “And you trust me?”

It wasn’t just his heart that contracted. His very soul trembled, wanting to wrap itself up in your light and love. “With everything in me,” he promised, sighing when he pulled his cock free from his underwear. “I’ll worship you later. Those gorgeous tits of yours. Your sweet cunt.”

Once you were home, he’d slip off your dress and give every beautiful inch of your body the attention it deserved. He’d draw a bath for you, too, and hopefully join you so he could simply hold you. But he was desperate for you now. He thought he’d burn if he didn’t have you.

You hiked a leg around him, moving your hips enticingly. There was only so much he could take. And who wouldn’t fall under the tempting spell of your body? “I’m ready for you.” Your soft moan echoed in his ears as he trailed a finger along your slit to your clit, barely touching it. He knew it would shoot small sparks through your body until you begged for more. “I mean it, Barnes. Get. Your cock. In me.”

“My needy little wife,” he whispered against your lips as he gripped the base of his cock and probed your entrance. The breathy sound you made when he began to push in had his blood pulsing in euphoria. It was a wonder he fit some days with how tight you were, but your slick heat stretched and welcomed him every time.

“My needy husband,” you smiled as you enveloped him completely, your fingers curling in his hair.

“What kind of man isn’t needy for his wife?” He began to thrust in deep, deliberate strokes. It matched the rhythm of the music in the distant ballroom, the two of you creating your own sultry dance. Maybe he would go up in flames. At least he’d have you to burn with. “Fuck, your body was made for my cock.”

Each snap of his hips tore more moans and whimpers from your throat and sent shockwaves through his system. You clenched around him with a smile, looking like a debauched angel. “My pussy was made for you, so ruin it.”

He groaned, his pulse beating strongly as his grip tightened on your hips. He fucked you without restraint, just as greedy for you as you were for him. Allowing himself to feel you and what you did to him was everything he was denied for so long. His life had only been order. Pain. You let him lose control. You gave him pleasure. Even a home.

I love you.

“I love you, too, Bucky,” you panted, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone as his eyes closed against the emotions threatening to surface. “I love you, too.”

His pace picked up, urgent, frenzied. At this rate, he might explode into fragments from your declaration and how good you felt. “You love me?” He bit out, his eyes opening and breaths harsh as he felt you clench again.

You cried out, his hand flying up to brace your head before it hit the door. “So much,” you moaned as you gazed at him. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Fierce in love and loyalty, patient and steadfast. He feared some days he’d need you more than you needed him, but you drove that thought from his mind. “I’m yours.”

“I’m not gonna last,” he warned. He couldn’t with the way you looked at him, the way your walls gripped him, knowing you were his.

“Neither am…” Your mouth fell open as your release hit you, your fluids drenching him. It was a wonder to watch you go over the edge in a blissful orgasm. He wanted to be right there with you.

“There you go. Good girl,” he encouraged, your body still tight around his cock. He erupted in one last thrust, his head falling back with an animalistic roar. “Fuck…”

Bucky braced a hand against the door, the other holding you like a lifeline. If only the two of you were at home so he could properly cuddle with you. His breathing remained ragged for a bit as he came down from his high, your breathing beginning to steady, too. He couldn't help but smile as he took in the sight of you thoroughly ravaged and satisfied. “Worth every second of being here,” he sighed, slowly pulling out of your twitching hole. You inhaled when he moved a hand down and swiped two fingers along the mess seeping out of you. “Clean them off for me, baby,” he ordered huskily, bringing them to your mouth.

Obediently, you parted your lips and allowed him to push his fingers in. You swirled your tongue around them to taste your combined essence, moaning at the tangy flavor. He tucked himself away once you finished up, afraid that he’d fuck you all over again if he didn’t get completely dressed. It didn’t stop him from gazing longingly at you as he fixed his jacket.

And it didn’t stop him from imagining your mouth around his cock the next morning.

“Now.” You grimmaced slightly as he helped you steady yourself and straighten out your dress. He knew that look. It was the look you got for a split second whenever the sticky remnants continued to trickle down your thighs. He loved having that claim on you. “How do you expect me to go back to the gala after that?”

“I don’t,” he smirked, his hands moving back to your hips as he snuck in a gentle kiss. “I think it’s time to get you home and back in our bed where you belong. I promised I’d worship you, remember?”

You nodded, your eyes still slightly dazed. “On one condition.”

He titled his head. “What’s that?”

A slow smile curved your mouth, his heart pounding and cock twitching back to life at your answer, “You put a baby in me tonight.”

So, lovelies, was it okay? I feel rusty. And who wants a future fic of Bucky breeding you? Just me? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon, drugs, somnophilia type, yandere

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about that sworn sober friend you always call to please please please come pick you up from parties when you’re too drunk to trust yourself on your way home—or to please please please trip-sit you and your friends—who never says no because he’s just that nice type of guy, a mother-hen no matter how he denies it.

That’s not to say he grumbles a bit about it. Telling you you ought to clean your act up—wringing the wheel in his tightly wound fists, saying that one of these days, he won’t come to help you out. And yet, he’s still driving and ordering for you when you ask to get midnight burgers.

He says the same when he concedes to trip-sitting for the umpteenth time. “This is the last time I’m letting you guilt-trip me into doing this.”

To which you just giggle, throwing yourself onto his lap, your arms around his neck and your head laying nicely upon his pillowy bicep. “The tough act is cute, but I know you, mister nice guy—” you drawl groggily. “You wouldn’t just leave me high and dry, no matter what a naughty girl I am.” 

Your lashes are heavy, and your eyes half-mast—grin lazily stretched playfully upon your face, looking up at him all coyly. You get way too flirty for your own good—how could he trust you in the care of anyone else?

Fuck… you’re asleep on his lap only a moment later. All your friends passed out on your living room floor, leaving him all alone—all alone with all his hidden motives coming out to play.

Your body is all limp and plush—all soft croons with not a coherent word leaving your lips—eyes far gone when he gently thumbs one of your lids up. He ought to thank your dealer for giving you such good stuff. You’re completely out of it. Only moaning as he lifts your skirt and peals the cotton trail of your panties to the side of your slit.

You don’t stir. You sit pliantly and sweet, resting against his chest as he traces the pretty lips of your cunt—and starts playing with you in his hand. Your body still reacts despite your conscious staying out of it—getting puffy and slick, all too accepting of his fingers as he eases two digits inside you and starts pumping you nice and knuckle-deep.

His slacks get tight beneath you, getting plump against your bared cunt that’s started dripping from his touch, wetting his crotch.

He unzips, and oh—it’s so cute how you don’t even know. On cloud nine while he taps your pretty pussy with his fat shaft. You moan so sweetly when he nudges the tip against your entrance and starts feeding you every inch until you’re sitting all neatly with him all the way inside you.

He always refuses when you try to pay him back for all his favors. You don’t know, of course, but you’ve already paid him more than what’s fair.

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Hawks, Shinso, Natsuo ♡ JJK – Nanami, Geto, Megumi, Choso ♡ HQ – Kuro, Iwaizumi, Sakusa ♡ DS – Akaza, Sanemi

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[luvgam3]

Summary: Nanami seeing you in a wet sundress has him seeing stars (and hearing wedding bells)

Cw: MDNI, semi public (in a car), reader on top, (Nanami has on glasses cause I said so) afab reader

Kento Nanami had your day planned out so perfectly. The location (a beautifully secluded park with lush foliage and a wonderful view), the food (all of your favorites packed neatly in a wicker basket), and the small bouquet of roses he’d bought for you.

He had everything planned to perfection- what he hadn’t accounted for was the way your little yellow sundress clung to your rain slicked skin. Or the way your breathing was shallow and rushed from running to the car.

His eyes rake over you as your head tilts back, welcoming more air into your lungs- and he watches the rise and fall of your chest. Your rapidly beating heart matching his own for an entirely different reason.

Your cheeks are flushed and rosy as your head lulls to the side, soft eyes meeting his as a gentle smile spreads across your face. It makes his heart melt as you laugh, the sound of rain pattering against the windshield. His hand sneaks across the seats before it finds the plump fat of your thigh giving it a loving little squeeze like he always does when you’re next to him.

“Ken?”

His eyes flick back to yours, not realizing he was looking everywhere but.

He was too focused on the way the white parts of your dress all but disappeared with the water soaked into it, showing your supple skin underneath. He was too focused on your chest, the way small droplets tumbled down your shoulders and between your cleavage.

He was so highly aware of your clothing, the way he could just manhandle you into his lap and slip aside that layer of fabric so easily. Dresses and skirts made such easy access, access he didn’t notice till now.

“Ken what’s wrong?” You ask, your voice full of concern. Your hand finds his cheek, smoothing soft circles into his flushed skin.

Your touch is so sweet, so full of kindness and concern.

It’s so sinful what it does to him.

The pit of his stomach twists as his fingers close around your wrist, his head turning so his lips brush against your warm palm, breathing you in, savoring the heat of your touch.

“Nothing, darling.”

Your bottom lip finds its place between your teeth as you anxiously look him over. His freshly washed hair sticking to his forehead, his glasses foggy with droplets of water clinging to the lenses.

The pit in the bottom of your stomach pulls, something is wrong, something is eating him up inside. You know your boyfriend better than anyone could ever dream, and as you watch the way his mouth stay attached to your damp palm, ragged breaths slipping through his parted lips as his eyes meet yours, you just know he has something to say.

“You’re not lying to me?” You ask, your voice dips with worry.

Nanami feels a small shiver slither up his spine as you quickly bring your other hand to his forehead, slicking back his wet hair and pressing firmly to his exposed skin.

“We need to get you home and dried off—“ you mumble to yourself. He doesn’t notice. Just like you don’t notice as his other hand reaches out to you, finding purchase on your jaw.

“Honey-“ He whispers, his usual calm demeanor slipping through his fingers as you look up at him through dewy lashes,

“I’m fine.”

“But your face is on fire.” You tsk, your palm going from one cheek to the other seeking answers.

You’re oblivious, he thinks.

Nanami only ever feels this way after those late night dates where you’ve both had too much to drink, your skin flushed the most amazing shade of pink he’d ever seen, when your hair is disheveled from running your fingers through it aimlessly all through dinner. Or after business trips when he’s finally alone in his hotel room, his once neat button up shirt crinkled and damp with sweat as his hand clutches his phone listening to you coo through the speaker and into his reddened ear.

His lips pull back, his eyes creasing as a small chuckle sneaks out of him and into the humid car.

“Ken, this isn’t funny! What if you get sick?” You pull your hands back, sitting closer to look at his face, he watches your eyes glaze over in fear.

His doting little girlfriend, sick with worry.

Another gritty chuckle fills the car as he turns away from you, and before you can speak the soft click of his seat fills the silence for you.

The line between concern and annoyance slowly breaks as you watch him lean his seat back.

“Kento—“

His large hands quickly, slide under you, biting into the fat of your ass as he slings you over his lap. The action knocking the air out of your lungs, your nose inches from his as you stare wide eyed into his foggy frames.

You’ve been in this position before, on his expensive leather couch, in your plush homey bed, in his deep marbled bathtub. Every piece of furniture you both own has seen you on top of him.

The tips of your ears burn as his rough hands run apologetically over the mounds of your backside— you get it now, as your weight sits fully on his lap you feel the tent in his trousers.

Nanami’s lips curl softly, a smile only you’ll ever see, his voice comes out husky as you slightly wiggle in his grasp. “I’m fine.”

His nose softly bumps against yours, as a soft silence blankets the air around you. The rain outside reduced to a soft pattering as your blood pumps in your ears.

Seeing Nanami this close never gets easier, it’s like being near him for the first time all over again as you slowly invade the small gap between you, pressing a feather light kiss to his lips. And god how he melts under your carful touch. His lips buzzing with electricity as you pull back, your hips involuntarily grinding against his as you gaze down at him. Your cheeks match the color of the roses he bought you just hours before.

“You need to learn to use your words.” You scold him, the pads of your fingers rub against the smooth buttons of his shirt, quietly popping them loose and revealing his glistening pale skin underneath.

He nods, completely unaware of what you’ve said. Nanami’s gaze is fixated on the untouched skin of your neck and the way your dress exposes so much of your chest.

Leaning forward his nose bumps against your skin, inches below your ear peppering soft hungry kisses onto your damp flesh.

You can hear the groan he suppresses, his chest vibrating under your fingers as you tilt your head back, shivering with bated breath as his mouth travels lower, his teeth nipping at every freckle and stretch mark on your chest as his large hands latch onto your waist just below your breasts, steadying you on his lap.

“Now it’s your turn to use your words.” He says, his words muffled temporarily as he places one final kiss onto your chest.

His eyes fight to catch yours as he pulls back, his hands squeeze gently as he speaks, “is this okay?”

A soft delicate hand cups his cheek tenderly. Your hand. The hand he yearns to put a ring on. The fingers he loves seeing covered in your own arousal, they now rub soft circles into his jaw, trailing up the side of his face and softly pushing a stray hair behind his ear.

You watch his eyes, swirling with that familiar hunger, but he’d never risk making you uncomfortable. So he waits patiently underneath you, his hands move to rub your back comforting his own anxieties rather than your own.

Today wasn’t supposed to lead to this, maybe it would’ve ended with you in his arms, but not here and not like this.

You gently press a kiss to his cheek, your sheer lipstick leaving its mark as you move across his face mapping every inch in kisses and makeup before finally meeting his lips. Your lips move slowly against his as you both drink in this moment.

The sound of rain increases, your ears ring as one of his hands sneaks under the bottom of your dress, palming gently at your ass.

Reluctantly you pull away, nodding as you readjust your hips, moving lower down his lap and pressing your hands flat against his torso, his hard muscles shiver under your touch, “this is good—“ it’s almost a whisper as you reach for the buttons of his shirt again.

Nanami makes a soft ‘tsk’ing sound,

Wordlessly he pushes your hands away before slipping his between your thighs, the pad of his thumb pressing suddenly onto your clothed clit. His ring and middle finger gently prod at your panty clad entrance as you whimper above him.

“I don’t want you doing the work, baby.” His voice is low as he watches you with intense hunger, your hips stutter against his hand as your eyes fight to stay open.

“Today is about you,” you moan as he speaks in that gentle voice,

“please.” You’d mistake it for begging if you didn’t know any better.

That man could spend hours between your legs, lapping at your dripping heat before he even thinks about himself. Hearing the pleasure ooze into the once quiet room is all he needs.

You try to object, shaking your head,

“no— I want to make you feel good too—“

Nanami makes that sound again, that sound of gentle disapproval.

Your eyelids sit heavy as you force them open only to see him already gazing up at you, his fingers quickly push aside the damp fabric separating you, his large fingers plunging into you with a loud squelch.

And god— the momentary prickle of pain and adrenaline that shoots up your spine is intoxicating.

You want to protest, to pull him out of his pants and drop to your knees, but your shoulders tense and you lurch forward bracing your hands on the seat he’s resting on with a throaty moan. A moan that has him twitching in his boxers.

“Let me take care of you.” He whispers, your faces mere inches apart as you pant, his hot breath fans across your face seeping deep into your skin and sinking down to your core as you drip on his fingers.

Thick fingers pump softly in and out, Nanami watched as you shudder above him. Your hair frames your face like a halo, a dress strap slowly slipping from your shoulder as his thumb finds your clit again, pressing hard before softly drawing circles soothing the stinging pleasure as you whimper.

Your arms tingle and weaken as he works you open, softly you slump forward resting your head into the crook of his neck breathing in his scent. The smell of rain and sweat and him making your body buzz.

He knows how to make you feel good, knows every spot that has you gushing around his fingers. Nanami listens to the shuddering breath you suck in, he feels your body trembling above him as you attempt to hold yourself upright.

Your head spins as he retracts his fingers only for them to push right back in, hitting that spot deep inside you. Your legs quiver, your hands cling to his shirt, his hair, anything.

Wordlessly he removed his fingers, a soft whine of his name bubbling up the back of your throat before you can even hear the sound of his zipper, “I’ve got you—“ he groans, his breath hot against your ear as you cling to him.

The air around you is alive, buzzing with a desperate need and an intense feeling of love, devotion, the sensation of the thick air making his pleasure double.

Nanami squeezes your hip with one hand, holding you still above him as he slowly palms at his aching erection with the other. His fingers pry apart the fabric, his chest heaving as he slowly pulls himself free. You breathe against him, hot and heavy as you push yourself up on wobbly arms, your eyes catch the sight of his hand lazily pumping himself under you.

“God—“ the sound is a soft whine as you lean back, your ass flush with your thighs, slick staining the bottom of your dress as you take in the view before you.

Nanami reclined back on his precious leather car seat, his head tilted back, eyes heavy as they hold your gaze. His fist gliding over his cock, base to tip, precum dribbles over his fingers coating his shaft as his breathing grows heavy.

Slowly, you clap your fingers around his wrist pulling him away from himself. His eyebrows furrow as you bring his slick digits to your lips, eagerly popping them into your mouth. Your tongue swirling around and between his fingers, he twitches, you clamp down around nothing, the air grows thicker.

With a wet pop he pulls his fingers free bringing them to his waiting lips, tasting your spit on his fingers while you wriggle against him, your small hand wraps around his shaft, one small stroke before lining the tip up with your entrance.

A shared wave of pleasure shoots through you, your shoulders tense, his abs clench, you drop down slowly drawing out the experience as rain pelts the windshield.

Desperate to get you wrapped snuggly around him quicker, Nanami brings his thumb back to your clit drawing soft circles into the sensitive nub.

Back arching pleasure tingles in the bottom of your stomach as you slide down lower and lower, with bated breath you close the distance completely, a hoarse moan crawling past your lips.

“Good— fuck— girl.”

Slick and saliva dribble down onto the seat beneath Nanami as you pull yourself back up, your arms snaking around his neck as you push yourself back against him.

His cock enveloped in your gummy heat has him seeing white, his resolve slipping as your hips stutter against his.

Nanami cups your jaw, his rough fingers meeting your soft skin, “You’ve got this, Angel.” He groans out, slowly meeting your hips in small thrusts.

“So good.”

His praise has you gushing around him, the feeling of him deep in your gut makes your legs shake, your forehead presses into his. Deep ragged breaths warm your faces, your mouth hanging open in a silent moan. Your hips burn, you give one final bounce before moaning his name.

“I— I can’t—“ it’s pathetic how easily you surrender under his touch. His hand roughly pressed down on your back, pushing your chest into his.

“Keep those hips high, f’me” his voice a low buzz in your ear as you bite down on the collar of his shirt, nodding desperately.

Large hands clamp down into the soft flesh of your hips, working them for you in slow lazy circles as he thrusts up into you.

The wet squelch echoing around you, melding with the sound of your desperate moans, his husky praise, and the pattering rain outside.

If heaven exists— this is what it feels like. Hot euphoria that swims from the bottom of your stomach down your legs and up your chest, mind numbing in every way.

Nanami moans harshly in your ear as you clamp down around him, your walls fluttering as your jaw falls open. Your red bitten lips wet with drool as you cry out, eyes screwed shut as his thrusts speed up.

“Kento— Jesus Christ!” His hand squeezes with a bruising force, your skin vibrating with the feeling of him, the smell of him, the presence of him overwhelming as you cum around him with a sweet cry of pleasure. Soaking his trousers as he continues to fuck up into you, unrelenting as you mewl into his neck.

“That’s it— so perfect— so good.”

Hot tears prickle the back of your eyes as you press searing open mouth kisses to his jaw, meeting his waiting lips in a rough kiss of clashing teeth and messy tongues.

Your nails bite into his shoulders, red angry crescents that’ll bruise come tomorrow.

The base of his cock is coated in your release, a white frothy ring meeting with your plush ass over and over as he drives into you, groaning into your mouth forcing you to swallow down his desperate sounds of desire as your cunt attempts to milk him dry.

“Ken— cum for me—“ it’s a plea, your lips press kisses to the corner of his mouth in pure desperation, over sensitive pussy pulsing around him.

“Please—please—please—“

Thrust— a hand flys up burying its self into your hair, snapping your head back.

Thrust— his lips capture yours, his tongue pushing past your lips and down your throat.

Thrust— his cock twitches, his hips pressed hard into yours as his hands push you roughly down onto his lap, your sensitive clit catching on the rough material of his boxers making your cunt clench impossibly tighter around him as he cums.

A thick fog covers the inside of the windows as the last of the raindrops coat the outside, sliding down the cool glass like the cum trickling down your thighs as you lay slumped against Nanami.

Your dead weight blankets him as his arms wrap around you, hands rubbing soft shapes into your shoulders and back.

…

“Maybe next time we should stay in.”