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bae we fr need the stepdad jake fic!!!
dancing with our hands tied.
pairings: stepdad! jake sully x reader
warnings: smut (18+), a tiny little bit of degradation, vaginal fingering, age gap, dilf! jake!!!!, dark content, & stepcest. please please heed these warnings, my loves!
rough bark digs into your back as you lean into the tree. jake trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking a bruise into your pulse point as he goes down. lower and lower until his lips seal around your nipple, his thumb swirling around the other and you whine. catching your nipple in between his teeth, he bites down harshly before growling into your breasts. âkeep quiet, girl.â
the bark leaves scratches along your back as you squirm under his touch. you knew your mother would question the marks tainting your skin, but you didnât care. not when jakeâs fingers dip in between your folds, gathering your arousal to circle your clit. your hands thread into his hair, clenching your legs together instinctively.Â
jakeâs rough hands force your legs apart, his blunt nails leaving crescent shaped marks into the fleshy part of your thighs. âyou gotta keep those pretty legs open for me, babygirl,â his voice is muffled against your tummy. he kisses right below your belly button, sucking marks into your skin as he reaches the spot right above your clit.
your fingers dig into his scalp and you cry, âplease, daddy. need you so bad it hurts,â
jake drops down to his knees, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder. âmy pretty girlâs so desperate for her daddy, huh? what do you need, sweetheart?â his head dips his lower, licking a broad stripe to your pussy and he groans against your heat at the taste of you. âmy mouth?â he leaves trails of kisses to your thighs, his middle and ring finger prodding at your entrance. âor my fingers?â his slick-coated digits slip into you by the joints. he chuckles into your thigh when you tugs at his locks. âthere yaâ go, need to get this pretty little pussy ready for my cock.â
your head lulls back into the tree as jake curls his fingers to you, his thumb rubbing languid circles into your clit. he stares up at you through his lashes and his pupils dilate when he watches your chest heave up and down. your teeth bite down on your lower lip hard to conceal your whines as his fingers slip in and out of your cunt so deliciously.Â
he abruptly pulls his fingers out of you when he feels you clench around him, your tail wrapping around his forearm to keep him against you. jake reaches up, his large hand wrapping around the circumference of your throat and he squeezes just enough to make you gasp. you couldnât help the whine that escapes your lips when you feel the sudden emptiness.Â
âstupid girl, what did i say about being quiet? youâre gonna get us caught,â he hisses. his head tilts when your small hands wrap around his wrist, and he tsks, âyouâd like that, huh? bet youâd love for everyone to see how filthy you are-- letting your daddy play with your pussy. what would your mother think? her precious daughter actinâ like a fuckinâ slut. imagine how disappointed sheâll be.â
your skin burns under his touch when he hefts you up to his waist, your ankles crossing at the small of his back as you wrap your legs around him. your hips roll into him and you mewl when you feel his length slip in between your folds, the head of his cock catching your clit as he teases you.
jakeâs grip is harsh on your hips and his fangs scrape against your pulse point. âstay still,â his voice is clipped. your wrists fit into one of his hands as he grabs them and pins them above your head. âbe good, little girl. or else you get nothing.â
nothing could have prepared you for the way he pistons his hips into you. all the air escapes your lungs as he barely gives you time to adjust to his cock and you squeal, your legs clenching tighter around his hips. his other hand finds its way back to your throat and he squeezes lightly as he fucks into you. the feeling of his balls hitting your ass at every thrust makes your pussy flutter around his length. âfuck, daddy. youâre so deep,â you babble out.
your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. he was practically rearranging your insides at this point, moving so deep inside your cunt. âjust needed to be stuffed, huh? so full of daddyâs cock, takinâ it so fuckinâ well,â he sinks his canines into your throat in between praises, âmâgonna cum in this sweet cunt, babygirl.â
jakeâs hands cradle your face, making you look him in the eyes. the feeling was entirely too much. his hips move faster allowing his cock to drill into you. his hand keeps a bruising grip as he keeps your hands pinned above you. and the look in his eyes makes you squirm.Â
he tips your head down, forcing you to look down to where your bodies connect. the sight of your slick coating his pelvis and your inner thighs causes a shiver to roll down your spine. jake laughs when you jolt under him, âlook at that, girl. watch as i fill you up with my cum.â
his words send you over the edge, the coil in your tummy diminishing as his cock paints your insides. your breath is erratic when you feel his fangs bite down on your collarbone. jake rocks his hips slowly into you now, your lids slid shut to savor the feeling of him inside you. your arms wrap around his shoulders loosely as he releases your wrists and you pant into his neck.
jake rubs soothing circles into your back when he gently pulls out of you, ignoring the whine that falls from your lips. his lips place a kiss on your sternum and he glides his fingers in between your legs. he gathers the cum that oozes out of you and pushes them back into your cunt, hooking his fingers into your sweet spot. your nails dig into his shoulder, âsâtoo muchâŠâ
âi know, sweet girl,â he hushes your cries and lets his thumb rub gently at your clit. âbut iâm not quite done with yaâ yet.â
#jake sully#jake sully smut#jake sully x reader#avatar#avatar smut#ariâs works!#uh coming back a few hours later and realizing i read the ask wrong#tw: dark content#AHAHAH#sorry sweet anon you got this instead#this is kinda embarrassing#ariâs mailbox đ#tw: stepcest
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â© â§âË â©ăi know you still think about the times we had
synopsis. satoru will always comes when you call him, he just never thought youâd stop calling
â word count. 5.2k (where did i go wrong)
â contents. college au, rich boy! gojo, break ups and make ups <3, itâs the cliche trope where the rich guyâs parent forces you to leave him aka gojoâs father is the villain, angst with a happy endingâi donât want my cause of death to be angry rb! gojo stans, emo gojo ft. marvinâs room (iykyk), cliche rain sceneâthis fic is so cliche iâm sorry, reader is gn! but gojo is mentioned to like pics of girls on instagram (he was being petty)
â notes. well, it finally happened. the long awaited break up. this oneâs for you niku đ€đœ AND DABITEE ANON
you open the door when satoru knocksâjust barely, though. itâs just enough to hand him the bag with the remaining things heâs left at your apartment. it feels familiar, being here, but it feels so different too. itâs always been happy knocking on your doorâhe never thought heâd dread letting his knuckles meet the cool wood. itâs like taking the last bite of something sweet when youâre too full. when the sugar is too decadent on your tongue and your head spins and your stomach twists and itâs too much even though it used to be so good.
itâs too much being here. itâs too much trying to meet your gaze and get nothing in return. itâs too much being handed back that sweater he basically let you keep. and yet, itâs good to see you. he wants nothing more than to be here with you, wherever you are, even if you donât want him to stay.
âthat should be everything,â you murmur, still looking down. âlet me know if thereâs anything missing.â
satoru would never tell you if thereâs something missing. heâd never come back and demand back something he gave you, he doesnât think he could ever take back something he gave youâbeing handed back his heart after pressing it to your palms is hard enough. but then again, maybe he should look for small things you probably missed. just so he can come back. just so he can see youâhow else will he see you now?
âno, itâs alright,â he says quietly. he doesnât miss the way you quickly let go as soon as his hands grab the bag, almost like youâre being careful enough not to let your fingers meet each other. âyou can uhâŠyou can just keep them. orâŠthrow them out if you donât want them,â he mumbles.
you nod, standing there silently. itâs quiet, and then itâs quiet some more. and finally, you look up at him for the first time since he got here, staring at him a little expectantly. oh, right. now would be the part where he leaves.
âcan iâŠcan i just know why?â he croaks. fuck. heâs not supposed to cry. you ripped his heart out and threw it at his feet, you didnât even care to hand it to him even after you tore every artery apart. but he sniffles anyway, lips wobbling as he stares at you. âwhy are you leaving me?â
your fingers twitch, like you itch to reach over and wipe that tear that rolls down his cheek. in the end, you cross your arms instead. âi already told you, satoruââ
âthatâs bullshit,â he clicks his teeth, shaking his head as he stares at you frustratedly, âyou gave me some bullshit reason.â
satoru has worked so hard to be hereâto be with you. hadnât he done enough? hadnât he told you about himself, things he didnât want to? hadnât he tried to become something, someone more than just a guy swimming in trust funds? hadnât he worked for your attention, waited outside classes and walked opposite directions in the hall with you just to seem dedicated? fuck, he even burned his hand trying to learn how to make pancakes to impress you, let the maids laugh at him as he twisted the stove the wrong way to try and turn it on.Â
why wasnât it enough? what more could he give you than everything? how can the guy who has everything not have enough to give? he doesnât understand.
âsatoru, we werenât gonna work,â you pinch your noseâitâs like youâre the one who doesnât understand why heâs being like this. âthe sooner you accept that the more hurt youâre saving the both of usââ
âwe were working just fine,â he says exasperatedly. itâs like you insist heâs crazy when heâs nothing but sane. like heâs trying to tell you the sky is blue, and youâre refusing to believe itâs anything other than green. itâs clear. itâs practically a fact. you were doing just fineâwhy donât you see that? âwe were happy,â he takes a step forward and cups your cheeks, pressing his forehead to yours, âwas it someone? did they tell you something? just tell me who, babyâiâll fix it. iâll put them in their place, okay? no one can bother you if i get them to leave you aloneââ
âthen you leave me alone,â you whisper. he stills. you pull away from his hands. âsatorâgojo. please just leave me alone. itâs better that way.â
you close the door, and he stands there. numb. maybe a little shocked. entirely ruined.
gojo. he laughs quietly after a moment at thatâitâs a laugh meant for men whoâve lost the last thread to sanity. gojo. itâs like a slap in the face, being called the name he worked so hard to get you to drop. it took him weeksâmonths, even, to convince you to call him satoru. then he upgraded to toru. then it was baby. sometimes you teased him and called him pumpkinâhe called you peaches in return. when you introduced him, you called him your boyfriend.Â
not anymore. now heâs back to gojoâthat god-forsaken name with everything but what he really wants attached to it. his grandfatherâs legacy. his future. business deals. fancy invites. more money than he knows what to do with. the name gojo comes with everything but you.
but he had you for a bit, didnât he? when he was just satoruâbut now heâs gojo again, and youâre gone. the only sign of you left is in the faint traces of your perfume in the sweaters youâve returned.Â
and satoru still isnât sure what brought the break up on. he thinks itâs the part that stings the mostâwhen everything seems perfect one second, and then itâs not. had he not tried enough? maybe he was too much. maybe he didnât understand you the way you needed him to. maybe he was too overbearing. maybe he asked for too much too fast.Â
heâs not sure. he tried asking when you broke it offâyou only shook your head and said it wasnât going to work out between the two of you, that it was a mistake to try at all. mistake? how could you call this a mistake? things were so perfect, werenât they?
satoru doesnât think there was even one second he wasnât smiling when he was with you, and he used to think the same was true for you too. had you been faking it this long? or was it real at one pointâhad he really failed you so badly, seen past you so blindly that he didnât notice when your smiles stopped reaching your eyes?
itâs too late, he figures. you and satoru are broken up.Â
you ask him to come over one morning, and he doesâbecause he always comes when you call. he brings your coffee order from that cafe you like, the one you donât go to often because the coffee is more overpriced than any other coffee shop youâve ever seen. heâs grinning when you open the door, leans in to kiss your lips excitedly. you turn your head then, and his lips meet your cheeks insteadâhe supposes he shouldâve known it at that moment. he shouldâve seen that your lips werenât smiling. your eyes were tired, a little red. you were hugging yourself in that way you do when youâre nervous. you didnât let him kiss your lips, you made him kiss your cheek.Â
and then you sat him down on that worn-down couch of yours, took off that bracelet his mother gave him to gift you on your anniversary, and pressed it to his palm as you said we should break up. break up. you wanted to leave himâand satoru didnât understand, still doesnât understand.Â
heâs tried for so long, replayed the last month of your relationship in his head over and over and fucking over. you always smiled. you kissed him first. you held his hand, and even squeezed. you asked to see him. you laughed when he was around. you said i love you. you were happy. but then you werenâtâwhen did you stop being happy? and how could you have stopped feeling it with him?
âââââ
breaking up with satoru is the hardest thing youâve ever done. how long can people live without the sun? you think not longer than a few minutesâthatâs what it feels like without satoruâs warmth, anyway.Â
gojo satoru has always smiled as long as heâs been with you. he smiled smugly on your first meet, smiled bitterly after every rejection, smiled in pure glee when you finally said yes, and smiled like his fingertips could touch the sky every time he saw you after that.Â
satoru has never looked sad for long in your presenceâyou have that effect on him, you make his lips curl and his eyes brighten in that way that they deserve to shine. but for the first time ever, his eyes dim with you around, his lips curl into a frown at your words, and he cries for you. his eyes glisten with tears instead of wonder, and you think for a moment that you might be making a mistake.Â
but then you remember that this is for the bestâthat if you really love gojo satoru, youâll let him go instead of clipping his wings.
âheâs picked up his things,â you speak quietly into the phone. you donât sniffle even as you desperately need toâitâs the last bit of control you have left, and you intend to keep it. âi wonât be seeing him again.â
âgood,â his father speaks, âthatâs good to hear.âÂ
satoruâs father is a cold man, you learn that on the first meet. he doesnât look at his wife with a soft look that tells you thereâs any love built between the decades of marriage, and he doesnât look at his only son with any affection for the boy he raised. instead, he stares at satoru like any businessman would an opportunityâwith a calculating gaze that tries to work out the best course of action for the most profit.Â
satoru is young, but heâs charming and conniving and knows how to get what he wants when he wantsâheâs quick on his feet and rarely lets himself get cornered into a wall. in the last three generations of the family business, no heir has shown as much promise as gojo satoru. thatâs what his father tells you, anyway. you believe himâsatoru is smart and knows how to play his cards right, you wonât deny that. his future is set to be comfortable, and heâs never known anything outside of that, never built any other plans for himself.Â
you canât rip that away from himânot for your own sake, not for your own happiness.Â
âyou promised you wouldnât freeze his trust funds once i ended things,â you remind him, âand that heâd keep his inheritance.â somehow, because the world grants you this one favor, your voice doesnât shakeâitâs steady and firm as it reminds the stone-cold man at the end of the line of your agreementâand he offers a slow chuckle that makes your jaw clench.Â
âyes, i do recall,â he hums, âiâm glad we could come to agree. you understand, donât you? it is my job as his father to do whatâs best for him.â
you know what heâs sayingâwhat that means. youâre not whatâs best for him. maybe heâs rightâmaybe satoru needs someone whoâs equally as promising to build a successful company into even more success. maybe he needs someone who can take him out for a change to those fancy places he takes you every few weeks. maybe he needs someone whoâs heard of half the brands he wears and doesnât scold him to turn the lights off so the electricity bill isnât high. maybe he needs someone who can keep up with everything that gojo satoru isâand that someone is not you, no matter how deeply you love him.Â
ââthe offer still stands, should you change your mind. iâm willing to compensate you for the trouble this must all be.âÂ
your lips curl into a scowl at his words. thatâs the thing about rich people, you thinkâmoney is always enough to sugarcoat everything. why worry about the dead grass in your lawn when you can paint it green? but you donât leave satoru for extra cash on your handsânothing can be worth auctioning off the only man whoâs ever made you feel anything. you leave satoru because he deserves to continue living comfortably, to make a name for himself that isnât just a ghost of his fatherâs. if that means being cut from the corner of the picture, youâre willing to pick up the scissors yourself.Â
âno thanks,â you hiss, âi donât need the money.â
âi would disagree,â his father sneers, âbut suit yourself.â
the line ends, and for good this time, satoru is no longer yours. was he ever to begin with?Â
âââââ
you try to forget your ex-boyfriendâkeyword, try. every hour of your life consists of you using your burner account to refresh his instagram page to see if heâs posted anything new. you unfollow satoru from every social media platform the same day he picks up his belongingsâyou know heâs noticed within the first thirty minutes because all of his pictures with you are gone, just like all your pictures with him.Â
in what you assume is an attempt to be petty, he likes every picture of every girl he sees, and he even blocks you on twitterâyou know he picks twitter because twitter is the only social media that blatantly states youâre blocked. but then youâre unblocked in two days, and you know he must be missing you now that the initial anger is faded.Â
it makes you laugh a little, even through your tears. satoru is not satoru without petty fits of emotion, and you canât bring yourself to be mad, not when itâs your fault heâs hurting like this. heâs extra sad today, you gatherâif the way marvinâs room is posted to his instagram story on a blank screen is of any hint. it makes you scoff in amusement that in true gojo satoru fashion, heâs effectively told all eight-thousand-something of his followers heâs pathetically in his feelings.Â
you scroll through suguruâs story, tooâhe didnât unfollow you even after satoru temporarily blocked you, but you figure suguru is the only person satoru really has. you shouldnât keep yourself close to him, not when it could hurt satoru more, so you remove him too.Â
suguru is, as always, drinking at some fancy party with obnoxiously rich college students who have not a care in the world for midterms around the corner. who needs to pass when youâre swimming in money whether or not you have a degree? the first thing you learn about the rich is that most of them are only at college for the experienceâthey donât see college as the stepping stone to better opportunities, thereâs nothing education could offer that trust funds already donât. but satoru attends college for himselfâhe enjoys business classes, you learn, and especially finance ones. for someone who spends money so carelessly, he understands it particularly well.Â
thereâs no sign of satoru at whatever party it is suguru is at, thereâs no trace of strikingly bright white strands anywhere in any cornersâyou do see naoya in a corner, though, and you crinkle your nose in distaste. if satoru were here, heâd say something bitterly under his breath about the asshole, and you would giggle. but satoru is not here, and even naoya the women-hating jackass makes you miss your obnoxiously whiny ex-boyfriend.Â
everything reminds you of satoru. that bear he won you at the fair (after maybe six tries) by your pillows, those polaroids at your desk that you canât bring yourself to take down, that sticky note on your fridge he left promising to replace the creamer he finished (heâs replaced it more times than heâs needed to by now), that extra big blanket you keep on the couch because the old one barely covered his legs, that pair of silly matching mugs you both had for coffee in the mornings.Â
every corner of your apartment has something that reminds you that satoru was here, that he was yours, that for a short while, he was the best thing you ever had. itâs your fault, you thinkâthat satoru and you are here in this mess in the first place. heâs always looked at life through a hopeful lens. having everything does that to you, makes you ignorant to the misfortunes of the world, makes you think everything is within the realm of your reach. you, on the other hand, knew this was bound to happen. the two of you together is like hot oil and cool waterâwhat feels like sparks is just the oil shooting out to burn you. you shouldâve known this would have never lasted.Â
in a way, you think you did. itâs why you hated him so fiercely at firstâmaybe deep down, you always knew you wanted him, that he would never be yours. maybe thatâs why you were so adamant about rejecting him, that even when he was clearly trying, it would never be enough. satoru has always been enough, has always been what everyone has wantedâyouâre not so sure you can say the same for yourself.Â
you love gojo satoru. he loves you tooâhe falls first, and you think maybe, he might have fallen harder too. no one loves like satoru. they say if you press coal hard enough, it turns to diamondsâyou think if you gave satoru coal, he would hand you back the sun and all of her stars. itâs just the kind of guy he is, the one that turns everything dull into something bright and warm and worth it. you wish you didnât have to break his heart, you wish you couldâve walked out of this the only one hurt. but maybe, at the very least, if you break him good enough that he hates you, heâll move on quicker, maybe have something to look forward to while you continue to work your way up and cheer him on.Â
before you can refresh suguruâs page one more time to stalk his story, youâre pulled from your thoughts as someone knocks on your doorâcorrection: pounds on your door. you jolt on your couch, standing up and making your way to the front door quickly and looking through the peephole.Â
satoru. of course.
heâs soaked to the boneâitâs raining outside, and of course, just as on brand as always, he mustâve rushed here without an umbrella.
you shouldnât open it.
but you canât just leave him in the rain, can you? but heâs not your problem anymore, you agreed to leave him, didnât you? but how could he not be your problem when heâs all you think about? but this could cause him trouble if his father found out he was here, right? but can you really leave someone, ex-boyfriend or not, in the pouring rain? you canât be that cruel can you?
before you can make up your mind, he speaks up, âi know youâre standing there. open the door,â he demands.Â
âsatoru, go home,â you sigh, head pressing against the surface that separates you, âdonât make this anymore difficult than it has to be.â
âif itâs difficult, that means you donât really want to do this,â he argues. heâs still as good as ever at sweet talk, still as persistent and charming as ever at getting what he wants. âplease,â he croaks, âjust let me in.â
you know it means more than one thing. you know it means more than just your home. but you shouldnât, you canât let him know why you did all thisâhow can you protect someone from something if they donât let you? satoru would never let you if he knew, and thatâs why you canât let him know.Â
âsatoru, if you donât leaveâŠiâllâŠiâll call the cops,â you warn.Â
âno you wonât,â he says instantly. âiâm not leaving until you open the door. and if i get sick, iâll send you my bill for the emergency room visit.â
âyouâre not going to the emergency room for a common cold, you idiot,â you scoff.Â
the rain doesnât slowâin fact, you can hear thunder. satoru is still stubbornly outside, knocking away.Â
âiâll start screaming,â he insists, âyour neighbors will complain for noise again. do you want to be kicked out of this apartment? just let your cold, wet, heartbroken ex-boyfriend in if you have a heart.â
and because you are, and always will be, weak to the charms of gojo satoru, you open that damned doorâeven though you shouldnât, even though you canât, even though you said you would never again. but you do. because itâs satoru, and he always comes when you call, and youâll always let him in when heâs here.Â
âyou donât come to your exâs house less than one week after the break up,â you sigh once you open the door. he takes a step in, shutting the door behind him.Â
âwhy did you leave me?â he asks.Â
âsatoru, you canât keep bringing this upââ
âwhy? just tell me why.â
âi donât have toââ
âtell me why and iâll stop bothering you. i just need to know why,â he insists.Â
and then you break.
youâre only human. youâve lost the man youâve given everything to for over a year in the span of one week. youâll never see his lovely mother again who spoiled you rotten, youâll never hang out out with his funny best friend who treats you like family, and youâll never be enough for gojo satoru, the rich, loud, sheltered, obnoxious, handsome jackass you met and had to do a project with and accidentally fucked over and over again until you fell in love.Â
so you shove his chest, once, then twice, then a third time, each time getting weaker and weaker than the last as tears slip down your cheeks as you simply break down. âjust leave, satoru,â you sob, âwhy canât you just leave? why do you keep coming back?â
you hate seeing him here. you want him gone. you never want to see him again. you hope he never leaves. youâre glad to see him. you hope this isnât the last time. you hate that he seems to not be getting enough sleep. his eyes are hollow. he must not be eating properly. he probably hasnât attended class. he has a quiz next week. he most likely forgot about that. his clothes are wrinkly. he definitely hasnât showered in days.Â
âlast month you said i was it for you,â he glares at you, his eyes red and swollen and every shade of heartbreak. you miss when they were blueâthat beautiful, bright, perfect shade of blue. âlast week you said we were a mistake. what the fuck do you mean, huh? what are you playing at?â
âyou can realize a lot in a monthââ
ânot enough to erase over a year,â his voice booms. it makes you flinch and hug yourself tightly. tears slide down your cheeks, your vision is blurry. this might be the last time you see satoru, and even if heâs angry, you want to remember the curves of his features. so you wipe them away. they keep coming back. âso tell me,â he clenches his jaw, âdid you string me along for a year or did something happen last week that youâre not telling me?â
âi realized you were bad for me,â you say quietly.Â
satoru stares at you. itâs a piercing gazeâhis eyes are electrically blue and his lashes are unfairly long and every time he stares at you, you think he almost sees into your soul. theyâre tiredâthere are purplish bags under them on that pale skin of his, and the whites of his eyes are concerningly bloodshot. he stares, and stares, and for a second, you think youâll die like this. watching him stare at you as your heart bleeds out.Â
âi spent weeks,â his voice shakes, âi waited outside your class. i followed you to the next one. i memorized your fucking schedule.â
âsatoru, you need to leaveââ
âand then you fucked me and left every morning like i was nothing,â he glares, sniffling. you donât know where the rain drops on his face start and where the teardrops end. âand then i begged you for a chanceâbegged. i burned my hand, got laughed at by the maids to learn how to make those stupid fucking pancakes for you.â
âi didnât ask you toââ
âit took you two months to call me baby for the first time. did you know that? i waited two months to hear that. i thought it was the best two months i ever waited.â
âsatoru,â you plead.Â
youâve given up on trying to wipe away the tearsâheâs given up on crying altogether. youâve never seen him so hollow, so dead in the eyes and so, so tired.
satoru has never gotten tiredânot when heâs fighting for you.
âand then you kept pushing me away, acting like i was some shallow guy who wanted to get in your pants and leave cause i had some money to my name. i took you everywhere, introduced you proudly, let everyone say what they wanted to say about me because i loved you, andâŠand i thought you loved me too,â he shakes his head.Â
his voice breaks, and god, so does your heart right along with it.
âi do love you,â you admit it before you realize what youâre saying.Â
âthen why did you fucking leave me?â his voice is loud.
satoru never yells, not at you. his voice is always gentle, patient, like he worships the ground you walk on, like heâll get on his knees if you ask him too. satoru never yellsâbut he does tonight.Â
âbecause i had to,â you sob, fingers digging into your temples as you shake. the words spill from your lips faster than the tears, like a swarm of angry bees, one following after the other. âor youâd lose everything. the trust funds, the inheritance, the company. i couldnât let that happen to youânot for me,â you whisper.Â
it feels like defeatâin the end, you couldnât keep satoru, and you couldnât leave him either. you couldnât love him like you wanted, and you couldnât let him go like you should have. what else is there left to fuck up? what more can you ruin in less than a week? the bees feel like maggots in your mouth, swarming a dead carcass. Â
âso you left me because my old man threatened you with my trust funds?â he asks in disbelief. you think something in satoru dies at thatâsomething in his shoulders falls and his eyes almost seem gray.Â
satoru gets his blue eyes from his motherâtheyâre bright and kind and deeper than the ocean. but unlike the ocean, theyâre not scary to fall into, to lose yourself in no matter how far you are from shore. his fatherâs eyes are grayâcold and blank and not laced with a single hint of emotion.Â
you canât help but think that blue suits satoru so much better than gray ever could.Â
âit wasnât just that,â you shake your head, âthatâs not fair, satoru. what was i supposed to do? know you were about to lose everything and stay?â
âyou could have talked to me before you decided for me,â he hisses, âwhat do you want me to say? thank you? thank you for breaking my heart? thank you for making me feel like a worthless piece of shit who wasted a year for someone who didnât seem to care? thank you for walking out on me?â
âyou know iâd have stayed if i could,â you argue, voice breaking.
âthen why didnât you? why the fuck didnât you?â
âbecause i couldnât!â
âyou could!â he screamsâyou realize, for the first time in your life, you hate when satoru screams. he never screams. âall my life, that old man has been making decisions for me. satoru, wear this. satoru, go here. satoru, donât do that. satoru, put that away. satoru, stay away from them. satoru, come with me. thatâs all heâs ever fucking doneâmake every choice for me. and nowâŠnow youâre just like him,â he breathes, lips wobbling as he stares at you with hurt.Â
itâs like that for a bitâyou stare at him as he crumbles, and he stares at you like he doesn't know you anymore. you donât know who leans in first, if itâs your hand or his face, but one second youâre feet apart, and the next second his face is cradled in your hands, thumbs swiping away at his tears. you catch them, one by one, waiting to wipe them away no matter how fast they come. because satoru always comes when you call, and youâll always be there for him to find you.Â
âi donât want to leave,â you mumble, âi never do. you are it for me, i meant that, you know. who else will melt extra chocolate in my hot chocolate?â
âthen donât leave,â he begs, voice cracking, âi donât want you to. iâll handle that old geezerâmy grandfather will knock some sense into him. fuck, suguru and i can even hide his body, itâs fine. just donât leave, okay?â
you let out a watery chuckle, pinching his cheek as you shake your head. âi donât know if iâm worth homicide, satoru.â
âi think youâre wrong,â he huffs, âyouâre wrong about a lot of things, you know. so wrong.â
âi never said i was perfect,â you pout.
he buries his head into your neck, clinging to you tightlyâyou cling back, because nothing is as safe as satoruâs arms. youâd melt into his skin if you could, live in that spot right where his heart is so you can make sure itâs always beating.Â
âyouâre still perfect,â he mumbles, âbut youâre always mean to me. this was the worst youâve ever been.â
âiâm sorry,â you murmur, slipping your fingers into his hairâitâs still wet, you realize. heâs soaked, and he could catch a cold but you donât care. satoru is back. heâs here in your run-down apartment with the mugs and the blanket and that toothbrush you forgot to return and that pair of socks you found in your drawer. satoru is finally home. âiâll never leave you again.â
âpromise?â
âyeah. as long as you donât block me on twitter again.â
âyou deserved that.â
âand for the love of god, toru, delete that marvinâs room story. that was so dumb.â
âare you stalking me?â he pulls away with a grin, making you glare with a huff. he chuckles, kisses your forehead as he murmurs, âmissed me that bad, huh? yeah, i would too.â
âwell, obviously not enough to post marvinâs room on my story.â
âyou canât be mean to me after you broke my heart!â he whines.
yeah, you think, satoru is home. heâs still that loud, obnoxious, pestering brat that he always wasâand heâs still the only love youâve ever known.Â
âi love you,â you press your forehead to his, kissing him slowly. you want to kiss him harder, you want to kiss him desperately like youâll never kiss him again. like you lost him and miraculously got him back. like youâll never see the sun again without him.Â
but thereâs time for thatâlots of it, in fact. because satoru is home.
âi love you too,â he whispers, âwanna shower with me? if you really love me, you would.â
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You and Gojo making out around Suguruâs dick. đ
TWICE THE TROUBLE !
a/n: sorry i took so long to get to this anon i hope this finds its way back to you <3
warnings: poly!stsg, dom!geto, sorta sub!gojo, fem!reader, oral (f and m receiving), masturbation, suguru watches for a while, multiple rounds, use of âslutâ, cum eating, cum shot, filthy and dirty as hell lol, n*sfw under the cut
itâs no secret that geto absolutely adored the both of you â whether it be looking at you bickering over whether maple syrup or honey is better for pancakes, or when heâs watching the two of you deep in slumber after getting out to get groceries at dawn to beat the morning crowd. itâs hardly different any other time, too much deep in adoration for his two babies that even fights are done with calculated voices and soft apologies.
and even now â watching how satoru whines for attention from the both of you, pulling gently at your nape to separate your lips from geto. you can feel the latter throb under you when gojo leaps forward to kiss you while youâre still in the otherâs lap, feeling his hand leave your waist to trace the line down satoruâs back and right to his ass.
âsuguââ you hear against your lips, moaning something akin to your name after when your hands pull at satoruâs white hair shortly after, ân-need both of you . .â
âpatience, satoru,â geto practically purrs, purposely humping his hips up into your cunt that you whine softly, too, grinning at how heâs always got the two of you at his beck and call. he runs the show indefinitely, and youâre both fine with it, heart fluttering when he asks for a favour.
âcan you eat her out, baby?â he pleads with gojo, not before leaving you with a sweet kiss that leaves you wanting more and gently detaches himself from you, âlet me watch my two pretty lovers, hm?â
you giggle a little at gojoâs eagerness when he nods and takes his place in front of you instead, rushing into a kiss that has you clashing teeth and groaning in pain, but with a small sorry from gojo and kisses down your neck, youâre forgiving him instantly when he finally peels off your soaked panties, groaning to himself at just how wet you were.
at the corner of your eye, you can see suguru stripping himself of his own underwear, stroking slowly at how gojo forces your sensitive legs open to lick a slow stripe up your cunt.
ââtoruââ you shut your eyes tight, head tipped back as you put all your weight into your elbows, body naturally crawling away from the otherâs skilled tongue from the intensity but satoru takes his time with you, easing you into the pleasure with how slowly he tugs you back to him.
ârelax, princess . .â he mumbles, feeling himself get hard just from hearing getoâs hand along his cock, and now, at how he gets to eat your pretty pussy, âlet me in, yeah?â
you moan softly just as he sucks on your clit, one hand reaching for his hair and the other for getoâs hand, him barely catching you just as you dig your nails into his forearm, dominant hand stuttering at little at the minor pain. gojo mutters praises into your cunt, slurping up your juices like itâs the very first time heâs eating you out.
âsatoruâ sâtoo muchââ you writhe within the sheets, rendered warm from the morning sun that filters in and you can already feel your back start to line with sweat at the ecstasy, your boyfriend never stopping his relentless tongue flicking and sucking at your bud.
your other boyfriend watches in amusement and fondness at the two of you; the drop of your mouth and the twitches in your leg, to the subtle humping of satoruâs hips and his downturned eyebrows. satoru is just lost in your pre, making sure every bit of it isnât lost to the silk sheets that he so impulsively bought for the both of you.
you gasp when your knees are pushed to your chest, left immobilised under gojoâs hand as he loses himself in your folds, tracing his tongue down your slit and right to your hole.
he makes sure to give you what you want when you only pull him more desperately into your core with moans that reach the moon. youâre grateful that at least suguru squeezes and twines his fingers with yours, watching with that damned smile on his face at your falling apart.
ââtoru, sugu, i-itâsâ iâm cââ
geto laughs, âso fast, doll?â
you burn at the small teasing remark, clenching around satoruâs tongue at the same time and he groans, nudging his nose deeper into your clit. with small jerks in your body and long whines that turn into short pants, they both know youâre close. the other speeds his hand up as well, following gojoâs noisy, sloppy licks along your pussy.
âpussy so sweet, suguru, hope ya can taste her later,â his muffled speech gets the other chuckling, even more so when they see their pretty baby all ruined over their sheets, their groans mixing in with your garbled speech, just whimpering and mumbling any word your foggy brain can think about at the moment.
âyeah? lookinâ forward to it, then.â geto struggles through gritted teeth at the feel of his hand â it would never compare to the both of you, but itâs all he can manage. he did say he wanted to watch and heâs enjoying gojoâs hips humping the sheets now as he focuses on your puffy, sensitive clit.
âshe close, âtoru?â gojoâs affirmative moan sends vibrations up your body, sending you into overdrive when geto leans down to meet your lips, releasing your hand to your chin gently to steal your breath. itâs rough, drool dripping from the messiness of it and the other willingly swallows your sounds, tipping over the edge just as satoru lays his tongue flat along your cunt.
âmm fuckkkâ, s-shit, satoruâ!â you cry into suguruâs skin, wrapping fingers around his wrist for some anchor as you gush all over your other loverâs mouth, coating his face with cum. getoâs lips part as he watches the both of you, filling his ears with your high-pitched mewls against satoruâs deeper moans that he spills with your names on his lips, filling his hand with his cum.
but the dark-haired man isnât done, oh, no, and you both sure as hell arenât either with the way you donât hesitate to bring his other hand to your lips to clean it, scooping all of his cum onto your tongue.
âdirty slut,â he whispers, relishing in how you start to suck on his fingers. and then heâs blessed with the both of you tugging on his arms so heâd be on the edge of the bed, seemingly an arrangement you two agreed on. itâs obvious that you two definitely had a little talk about this when he switches between both you and satoru kneeling on the ground, tongues out and waiting.
âoh . . darlings,â geto coos, stroking his cock lazily. youâre the first to wrap your lips around his tip, suckling as he shivers at your warm mouth. but itâs not long until youâre taking it out and bringing gojoâs head closer, slapping getoâs sensitive cock on the otherâs tongue. the scene sends immediate thrills down to your core, pulsating and throbbing under you.
suguru groans at the sight, his two pretty lovers using him however which way; gojo bobs his head along his boyfriendâs cock, pressing his tongue against the base of his shaft while you aid him momentarily with a hand to his nape. your hands never forget his balls, squeezing and playing with them while satoru sucks him off â and then it switches again.
this little game continues on for a while, gurgling noises and wanton moans filling the room every time his cock enters one of your mouths.
itâs so different, too â you like to have saliva dripping everywhere, a sloppy blowjob with his tip touching the back of your throat and your nose buried in his pubes. satoru likes consistency, stroking the parts he canât reach and bobbing his head obediently and making sure he looks up at him with those blue, blue eyes of his.
âoh, baby, baby, shiiit . .â suguru groans out, hands clutching the sheets so tightly it might cramp, until youâre both squishing your faces together, each getting a share of his tip thatâs leaking the remnants of the previous round.Â
ât-thatâs so hot, fuckinâ hell,â he swears when you two start to make out around his cock, equal part of lips on each other and his length that he gets twice the pleasure and the blessing of the two of you. geto slips both his hands into your hair, cradling your heads as you two slurp and suck and slobber over his throbbing dick, moaning into each otherâs mouth.
thereâs strings of cum that connect you both to geto, translucent white all over your lips and hands that only adds to the obscenity, your hand coming up to help stroke his cock.
satoru follows suit, larger hand engulfing yours and looking up at him through white eyelashes again, smiling to himself when he hears getoâs choked up words. heâs so hard it hurts, the mere grinding against the sheets doing nothing for him so he moves a hand between his legs, letting out soft pants.
âiâm gonnaâ c-cum . .â itâs even a wonder heâs held out this long, and you add fuel to the fire when you speed up your hand along his shaft, catching the glint in satoruâs eye with a giggle and sharing in the honour of being able to have geto suguru at your mercy.
your mind is muddled, the mixture of suguruâs previous load and satoruâs strawberry scented lip gloss sending you into a frenzy. under your lips, you can feel the dark-haired man twitch, you can feel gojoâs soft lips, itâs almost too much when the latter whines into your mouth. geto interrupts; âiâm gânna give both of you my cumâ haah . . â
youâre both off him when you hear that, pleading with two sets of eyes and with outstretched tongues while your hands never stop their assault. gojo makes use of his pretty ceruleans while thereâs multiple âpleaseâsâ falling from your throat, ears flooded with the wet shlickâs of your hands.
âoh my gâgod . .â getoâs hands are so tight around your hair it borderline hurts, just hunching over the both of you with his eyes fighting to stay open, âfuckâ iâm c-cummingââ
his pupils are blown wide when he sprays his cum over both your faces, spurting his seed all over your tongues and cheeks. the room fills with your moans at the feeling, with hand making sure youâre milking his cock for what itâs worth. suguruâs lips contain variations of your names alongside profanities, thighs shaking under him as whines escape him.
âaw, the both of youââ geto hums, fingers releasing your hair to hold your cheeks and he wished his hands werenât so gross and sticky so he could at least make you two pose for his camera, but his jaw drops when you both turn to each other to have your lips meet again, mouth gaping as he watches his semen drip everywhere and your tongue against satoruâs â a scene of pure filthiness.
âj-just know how to treat me . .â suguru watches, dumbfounded as gojo licks his cum off your face and vice versa, before you both turn to him with grins that remind him why he likes to take the reins in the bedroom.
âand now, iâll treat the both of you . . howâs that sound, darlings?â
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GOT WHAT YOU WANTED
summary: you're rafe's best friendâkelce and top's too, but there's always been something more between the two of you. neither of you will do anything about it. clearly, the solution is to become friends with benefits.
now spinning: too many nights by metro & future
word count: 11.5k
warning/tags: kook trio reader, using jj to make rafe jealous, mentions of drugs/partying, jealous/possessive rafe and reader, smut !, rafe deals coke. tysm to @zyafics for betaâing & helping me so muchh & @inimamea for being so lovely and supportive. tysm to all the lovely anons who have been supporting and loving this concept from the start, i hope u all love this ⥠(but sorry in advance if u donât)
truth be told, you didnât like making rafe angry.Â
it wasnât fun for you, like other things wereâwatching your boys play golf while you lounged in the cart with the cold drinks, picking out a pretty outfit for the day, crashing on the couch at tannyhill with your head in rafeâs lap and feet over kelceâs legs.Â
those were fun things. what you were doing now, with jj, was something borne of necessity. youâre not a mean girl. you find it tough to be mean to anyone except rafe, actually, and only because he dishes it back and you know his feelings arenât really hurt, but right now you were being mean.
to jj that is.Â
you smile at the blond boy seated next to you, the golden glow of the bonfire casting its warmth onto both of you. you laugh at another joke he makes, but only half-hearted, taking another sip of the beer heâd gotten you from the keg.
jjâs funny, heâs sweet too. itâs not his fault you wish you were seated next to your best friend instead of him, drinking a strawberry seltzer from the case that rafe keeps in the back of his truck specially for you.Â
âso?â jj asks, and you turn from staring at your shoes to look up at him. heâs looking at you with a smile, a very charming smile that you could have a lot of fun with, except youâre starting to feel bad about toying with him like this.Â
âso?â you repeat back, softly. he leans in a little to hear you. you feel a little warm at the action, but it could just as easily be from the fire.Â
jjâs niceâand youâve always liked nice, preferred it to almost anything. every boy you had ever introduced to your trio had been nice, though rafe hadnât ever cared. heâd hated them from the moment heâd laid eyes on them. you wonder now when you let him seep into your mind like this, with every other thought about rafe rafe rafe. somewhere in between accepting jjâs invitation to come to the bonfire with him and getting jealous over the fact that rafe was seeing some random girl.
âyou didnât tell your other boy about this, didâya?â you look up at jj with eyebrows knitted, puzzled.
âother.. boy?â
âcameron.â now you really flushâyou certainly donât want jj to think rafe is your other anything.
âno, no. weâre not dating. weâre just friends.â
âright, okay. you tell him about tonight?â
âno. it didnât come up.â
âah. got it.â
âwhy?â you ask, and before you can look around, jj stares into the distance, gesturing with his eyes to a blurry figure.
ânothinâ. heâs just been starinâ at us since we sat down, so i figured, but-â you stand up, looking into the distance where rafe was. you can feel yourself turning green with envy, red with rage, watching him stand next to the same girl heâs been with, her looking at rafe while rafe looks at you.
you sit back down on the log, wrapping a hand around jjâs arm and pulling him down to sit beside you. from this angle, rafe canât make out anything but your backs, and maybe the lack of any real distance between you and jj.
âsorry,â you say, sweetly, almost having regained your wrath the second you saw the two of them standing together. âheâs crazy.â
âsâokay. not news to me, princess.â jj takes a pause, and you chew your cheek, trying to decide how far you were willing to take this. âyou okay?â
âyes. why wouldnât i be?â
âwell, uh, it doesnât take a genius. even though, yâknow, i am one, to know somethinâs up.â âno, jj, i promise, weâre ju-â âjust friends, yeah, i got it. i mean, i donât know what type of friends exactly, but uh, i like you. and iâll like you even if he has a problem with it. so up to you, really.â you glance up at jj, who is being nicer to you right now than you deserve.Â
and you hate it, hate every second of it. you hate how rafe makes you feel, how angry and jealous you get, the fact that you even started talking to jj when in the back of your mind you knew it was because rafe would get upset over it.
but you also hate what rafeâs doing, the girl heâs with and the way heâs with her, the fact that he brought her here and still wonât stop shooting daggers into jjâs head. in short, you hate all of it.Â
you lean in, resting your head against jjâs shoulder.Â
âiâm sorry. i donât know whatâs going on with him. but, heâs here with a girl.â
âand youâre here with me.â jj wraps an arm around you.Â
âyes, but not because-well, i donât know.â it feels stupid coming out, but if jj thinks that, he doesnât show any signs of it.
âsâokay. donât always have to know.â you keep your head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth he brings. âby the way, heâs still watching.â you smile, though you canât tell which boy elicited it. âi mean, not gonna complain if i get to be your boy toy for a little but, nice to know you care-â you giggle, pulling away to put your drink on the sandy ground.
âyouâre telling me you donât want a sugar mama?â he laughs at your words and you relish in it.Â
it could be picture perfectâwaves crashing in the back, the fire flickering in front of you, stars sparkling above. jj keeps his hand on your cheek and leans in for a kiss, and you find yourself leaning too, when the voice of your best friend breaks the silence. you pull away from jj to look up at rafe standing behind you.
âhey. weâre goinâ. câmon.â
ârafe-â you start, but you get interrupted. jj stands, facing rafe.
âhey buddy, weâre a little busy. but uh, iâll make sure she gets home safe-â
âguys-â
âwasnât fuckinâ talkinâ to you, pogue-â
âtuck her into bed, and everything. donât worry your little head âbout it-â
âmâgonna knock your little head out if you donât get the fuck away from-â having heard enough, you drag rafe away by his arm, your pretty nails digging in harshly.
âwhat the fuck was that, rafe?â you ask, though you feel the bitterness coursing through your veins. howâs that fairâthat he parades his girlfriend around you, at the club and here at the bonfire, but you canât so much as spend a moment alone with jj.Â
whatever reservations you had just held about using jj to make rafe jealous seem to have gone far away. instead youâre just angryâhe wants his own girlfriend and he wants you without a boyfriend too. you turn to look back at the boy you left behind at the fire. jj gives you a thumbs up.
âhow many times do i have to fuckinâ tell you to-to stay away from that pogue-â
âhe has a name,â you counter, so defensive because jj was being nice to you even when he didnât have to be, helping you even with no gain for himself. âand you canât order me around, okay? you brought a girl here but i canât talk to jayj? how does that make any sense?â
âstop yellinâ,â he barks, grabbing you by the arm now, and guiding you away.
âwhy? afraid someone might hear us? like your little girlfriend? whereâd she go, by the way, i bet sheâs missing you right about now-â
âshut up. shut it.â you donât realize how far rafeâs dragged you until you shake out of his tight grip, standing next to his truck on the street.
âiâm sick of this rafe.â it comes out quieter than you intend, tears prickling up. you hate crying, especially infront of the boys but even more so infront of rafe. âiâm not stopping my life and boys that i wanna see, and relationships i want to have because youâre not okay with it. not when you have your own girlfriend. itâs not fair.âÂ
âi donât. i donât have a girlfriend.â you roll your eyes, he watches it happen with a tight fist, jaw clenching.
âyes, you do.â
âno, i donât.â
âyou donât?â you question, unbelieving. âyou just.. walk around with the same girl for weeks. take her everywhere. but sheâs not your girlfriend?â youâre snarky like alwaysâyou still donât know if he likes it or not.
âno, sheâs not.âÂ
âbullshit. at least get your fucking story straight, rafe. that girlâs probably half in love with you-â âmânot dating her. and if it bothered you so much how come you didnât say something, huh? you pull this shit with fuckinâ maybank instead?â
âiâm not pulling anything with jj.â you lie through your teeth, hoping rafe bites. âi-i like him.â
âno you fuckinâ donât.â
âwho are you to tell me-â
âyou donât like him. what you like is makinâ me fuckinâ angry. well, it worked. stay the fuck away from him. and get in the goddamn truck.â
you groan loudly, the noise almost a scream and filling the quiet street. but you comply, getting into the passenger seat and letting rafe drive you homeâto your house, not tannyhill like every other night. when he pulls up to your house, you resist the urge to get out without saying anything at all.
âiâll see you tomorrow, kid.â you sigh, looking back up at rafe.
âthatâs it? youâll see me tomorrow?â
âwhat else do you want me to say, huh?â
âare you just gonna ignore all of that? what the hell was that?â
âmânot ignoring anything-â
âso, i canât see jj anymore. are you still seeing her? who am i allowed to date then? kelce? top? do you have a pre-approved list for me?â
âshut up.â
ârafe,â you sound serious, as serious as heâs ever heard you, shifting in your seat to look right at him. he looks back, his knuckles white on the steering wheel at the mention of you dating kelce or top or anyone. âiâm not gonna stay single forever. i know your alpha-male tendencies donât agree with it, but girls have needs too. i want-â
âwhat? what do you want?â
âthe possibility of getting laid without you screaming at every boy i talk to would be nice.â
âdonât talk like that.â
ârafe.âÂ
exasperated, you unlock the door and climb out, not turning back to say goodnight. the last twelve hours seem like a blur, between texting jj and actually seeing him and rafeâs reaction to it. youâre not sure what kind of reaction you really wanted out of him, but youâre not happy with the one you got. you donât know what, if anything, would have pleased you.Â
that night, you go to bed angry and wake up sad. jj texted you something but you canât find the heart to look at his message yet.Â
youâre sure the boys have something planned for today, like they always do, but the idea of opening the groupchat to look at what they decided on makes you feel sick. so you stay home instead, showering off yesterdayâs anger and wondering why rafe thinks you donât deserve to have a boy in your life to fool around with, to date, to do anything with.Â
the answer, sharp and painful like the jagged end of a piece of glass, hovers in your mind. you try to push it away.
rafeâs wrongâlike always. you really donât like making him angry, like it even less that your routine is disrupted and that for the first time in a long time, you donât want to see your best friends today. brushing your hair, the sound of your bedroom door opening snaps you out of your thoughts.
âcâmon kid. get dressed. topâs got tee time at two and we booked lunch before.â you turn to look at rafe but donât budge. he takes a look at youâdressed in one of his old frat shirts and plaid shorts that barely peak out.Â
you look pretty all the time but it feels the worst, the hardest to deal with, when itâs just the two of you alone like this, none of the shit that you do for other people, for outside the houseâthe makeup, the hair, the nice clothes. when youâre pretty like this itâs just for him, since no one else gets to see you, no one but him. you probably didnât even notice you were wearing one of his shirtsâsomething that leaves him feeling more pleased than he should be. but like always, heâs not gonna tell you any of that.
âare you adding deaf to stupid?â he asks, and you roll your eyes, letting out an irritated huff.
âiâm not coming. go away.â you turn around on your vanity chair to face your mirror, continuing brushing your hair. rafe walks up behind you, staring at you in the mirror.
âcâmon. lunch is at the place you like. iâll even talk to you when kelce and top are up.â
âis that your way of apologizing?â
âitâs not an apology.â
âof course itâs not. why would you say sorry? you probably donât think you did anything wrong.â
âi didnât.â
âmm-hm. when does rafe cameron ever do anything wrong?â you keep brushing your hair, staring at yourself in the mirror instead of at him. âpsycho.â
rafe yanks the brush from your hand, spinning your chair around to face him. he boxes you in, his hands resting on the armrests. heâs too close to you, it makes his head spin. you wish heâd stop, you know heâs not going to. you watch with bated breath, wondering whatâs coming next.
âi⊠didnât mean to make you upset.â you keep staring up at rafe, blinking fast. âand i didnât see it from your side. so, mâsorry. about that part. nothinâ else.â you canât help the slow smile that grows on your faceârafe, apologizing, and to you of all people. you thought youâd never see the day.
âthanks rafe.â
âalright. get ready. truckâs still runninâ.â he pulls himself upright, freeing you of the restraint. you can hear the bass of the music in his car, the future song audible from your open window.Â
âthatâs bad for the environment. and i didnât say i forgave you.â snatching the hairbrush back, you resume your motions. you hear rafe groan and itâs hard to hold back the smile. maybe you did like making him angry.
âkid.âÂ
âwhat? i heard your apology, and i donât accept it. hope you girls have fun at golf-â rafe leans back in, holding your jaw shut between his fingers.
âdo you ever shut up?â you shake your head from your position, though you canât really move. âwhatâs it gonna take, huh? you want my permission to fuck âround? sleep with some, some fuckinâ nobody? some pogue? tough shit. youâre not gettinâ it.â he lets you go, and you rub your jaw tenderly.
âbut you get to do it?âÂ
âthatâs different-â
âno itâs not! youâre just a dick. and sexist. who am i supposed to sleep with, then?â you shoot back.
âi donât fuckinâ know, kid. me, i guess. at this point-â
âha-ha funny. youâre an-â when you finally get up and look at him, heâs staring at you. âwhat?â
âyeah. thatâs fine.â he shrugs, like heâs just decided something trivial, like what to order at lunch or which iron to use. âyou can sleep with me.â
âexcuse me?â
âyeah. yeah, itâs a good solution. that way you can stay the fuck away from maybank and any other asshole.â
ârafe. shut up.â
âthink about it,â he says, and you fall silent to listen, though this is the worst idea youâve ever heard in your life. âyou get what you want. i get what i want. it works out.â
âhow is being your pity-fuck remotely close to what i want?â
âsheesh, kid mâtryna help you right now. offerinâ you a solution-â
ârafe?â âyeah?â
âget out.â you walk over the door, swining it open and waiting for him to step out.
âjust think âbout it,â rafe says, standing by the door but not leaving just yet. âalright?â
âgoodbye, rafe.âÂ
you listen to the soundsâhim walking down the staircase, the front door closing, his truck taking off. after youâre sure heâs gone, you let out a breath you didnât realize youâd been holding inside.
sleeping with rafe had been nothing more than a drunken thought that occasionally slipped into your mind when heâd be nice to you after some party. curling up next to him at tannyhill every other night certainly didnât help, but thatâs all it wasâa thought, not reality.Â
then you wonder if itâs really such a bad idea. maybe if you just got out all of this pent up energy with rafe, and then worked on finding someone he actually approved of, it would be easier for both of you.Â
key word: maybe.
the idea that heâs still seeing that girl, the one he keeps denying is his girlfriend, makes you want to puke. heâd have to stop that, that would be part of your agreement.Â
maybe rafeâs right, maybe you both get what you want out of this, as messed up as it seems. it canât be the worst idea in the worldâkelce and top always joke the two of you are half a couple already.
you go to your closet to pick out an outfit for golf, hoping you werenât about to ruin your friendship with your best friend.
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rafeâs leaning against the bar at the club when you find him. you think heâs got a weird sixth sense, he always knows when youâre around, and he looks up before youâre even near him.Â
âi knew you wouldnât pass on lunch. top owes me five bucks.â
âyeah. sure.â you put a hand on the counter to steady yourselfâthis is harder than you thought it would be. rafe takes a sip of his drink. you want to chastise him, tell him itâs only twelve-thirty and too early for drinking, but nothing comes out. your mouth feels dry and you almost want to chug the rest of his scotch. surprisingly, you refrain.
âwhat?â rafe asks, and you glance up at him, eyes locked.
âi thought about what you said this morning. what you offered.â
âand?â the bastard looks so smug. you should the slap the smirk off his face but you know what heâs thinkingâproud of coming up with the idea himself, thinking heâs doing such a service.
âand.. better the devil you know and all that.â you wait for the other shoe to drop for a moment, for rafe to admit it was all a big prank and you fell for it, and now the boys owe him money or something.
âgood. i agree. so should we get outta here, or what?â
âright now?â you question, eyes widening. âwhat about tee time?â
âyouâre the only whoâs so horny youâre on the verge of jumping pogues. mâjust tryna help you-â
âshut up!âyour face heats, looking around to make sure no one heard him. âby the way, between the two of us youâre the only one jumping pogues.â
âyeah, yeah. so not now, then?â
âa gentlemen as always, rafe. no, really, thank you, for showing me chivalryâs not dead.â you roll your eyes again, staring ahead at the bottles behind the bar. you donât want to turn and look at rafe again, but you do.
âat this rate mâgonna have to show you what friends with benefits means too.â
âshut up.â it comes out like a hiss this time, narrowed eyes focusing in on your best friend and apparently, new fuck buddy.
âyeah, yeah. theyâre at the table near the window.âÂ
âthanks.â you walk in that direction, catching a glimpse of top and kelce, but your feet pause for a moment. you stay still, but glance back at rafe.
heâs not leaning against the bar anymoreâheâs facing you, staring at you. blue eyes rake over your skin top to bottom, focusing on the pretty sandals and polished white toes, smooth lotioned skin, your short white skirt and tight golf shirt, with one too many buttons popped.Â
when youâre talking without ever shutting up, itâs hard for him to focus on anything but your glossy lips or long eyelashes fluttering when you roll your eyes. but now heâs taking it inâhow easily you agreed to this little idea, how you talk a big game but you donât seem as hesitant or upset as you were this morning.Â
you turn back and keep walking towards the tableârafe can tell youâre flushed. heâs fine with it, prefers it this way. anythingâs better than you going on dates with strangers, showing them looks and emotions and other things that belong to him.
if youâre horny, all you had to do was tell him. downing the rest of his drink, he goes back to the table and like always, sits next to you.Â
kelce and top talk about the same old shit, until they focus their attention on you. youâre being quiet, not nearly as talkative or snippy as usual, and you havenât said a word to rafe the whole time.
âand whereâd you two go off to last night?â kelce asks, pointedly looking at rafe while he asks you the question.
âyou guys know you left us stranded, right? we all came together. i mean iâm not saying self-absorbed but-â topper adds, but you cut him off.
âyouâre really not one to talk about self-absorbed, are you top?â you shoot back, and kelce chokes on his water.Â
âeasy,â rafe says, and normally youâd fire away something at him too, but this time you donât. âwe had somethinâ to take care of. but you got home didnât you?â
âyes, but-â topper says, but rafe cuts him off again. you hold back a laugh.
âthen shut up âbout it.â
âkelceâs mom had to pick us up. it was humiliating.â you snort into your lemonade, all four of you bursting into laughter. you turn to ask kelce a follow up question, and rafeâs staring at you while you laugh. something low in your stomach twists, like a butterfly trying to fly out and away.
when kelce and rafe start talking about the course today, topper leans in to say something to you.
âyouâre getting mean. yâknow that means youâre spending too much time with him.â you transfer your gaze from top to rafe, staring at the boy next to you.Â
the idea of what you would normally say floats through your headâsomething funny and earnest but still making top feel better, not saying sorry but making him laugh instead. nothing comes to mind.
âyeah. i guess i am.â
you sit through golf, reading your book in the cart while the boys play nine holes. your phone rings with a call from your parents about an hour in, and when you step away to take it, rafe follows you. the boys protest from the distanceâit must have been his turn.
âyou goinâ home?â rafe questions, and you jolt at the sound, not realizing he was right behind you.
âgod. you scared me.â he doesnât say anything, just keeps staring down at you. âyes, uh, mom wants me home for something.â
âyou need a ride?â
âno, i drove here, remember?âÂ
âoh. yeah. am i gonna see you tonight?â the words make you flushâstupidly, no matter how hard you try to fight it, knowing that they shouldnât. the two of you are going to be terrible at this. âkid?â
âcareful, rafe. youâre starting to sound like a boyfriend.â âyeah. and we wouldnât want that, now would we?âÂ
sucking in a breath, tearing your gaze away with pretty blue eyes that are looking at you like maybe that wouldnât be the worst idea in the world, youâre at a loss for words again. before all of this drama, you could count the amount of times you had been rendered speechless by rafe with no handsâsince it had never happened. still with nothing to say, you turn around and start to walk away. foot steps follow you.
âhey, hey. mâjoking, itâs just.. a joke. how about i come over later? and weâll talk about it.â you spin on your heels to face him.
âtalk about it? talk about what?â
âour.. arrangement. yâknow talk about it..â he tilts his head stupidly and you canât decide if you want to slap him or kiss him. â..fuck about it.â
âokay! thatâs it. bye, rafe.â storming away, you almost wish you hadnât heard what he called out after you.
âbye, kid. iâll see you later.â
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at ten pm that night, freshly showered and somehow in another one of rafeâs shirts, you were back to where you were this morningâbrushing your hair. rafe doesnât knock on your door, just barges in.
âoh my god-â
âhello to you too.â he steps in, shutting the door behind him and taking a seat on your bed. you spin on your chair to face him.
âhow the hell do you keep getting in here?â
âwhat? your mom let me in.â
âyou didnât even text-â
âi told you at the club. you have selective memory, kid.â he looks you over again. ânice shirt.â
âoh shut up.â you turn away for a moment, setting the hairbrush down, biting your cheek. âso?â
âso?â he repeats. heâs smiling, you can just tell.
âarenât we gonna talk about our arrangement? thatâs what you told me at the club-â you finish in a mocking voice.
âwhat else is there to talk about? you wanna get laid, i donât wanna see you with random guys.â
âi still donât understand whatâs wrong with the guys that i-â rafe cuts you off, and he sounds angry.
âof course you donât understand. you donât haveât think about this shit, because i think about it for you. whatâd you gonna do when some guy starts sleepinâ with you âcause me and top pissed him off once? or one of those pogues, huh? to get back at us? take some video of you and send it to everyone? brag and show it off to everyone?â
âoh.â
âexactly. so mâlookinâ out for you. this is better, trust me.â the thing rafeâs saying are making sense. you were on board anyways, but you feel better that thereâs a real reason behind it.
âbut what about that girl-â you ask, though you donât know what kind of answer youâre expecting. rafe sighs.
âwhat about that girl?â
âare-are you gonna sleep with other people too?â
âno. mâtoo busy anyways. works out for both of us.â
âoh. okay. promise?â
âwhen have i ever lied to you?â you sigh, about to protest, when he finishes his sentence. âpromise.â you feel strangely reassured, like this is a good idea.
âokay. thanks.â you dodge his gaze, playing with your manicured nails, pink this time.
âalright. get on the bed.â
ârafe-â
âwhat? i just said-â
âyouâre not even gonna, like, take me out for dinner first?â
âwho the hell dâyou think paid for your lunch?â
âi donât know.. kelce? he got lunch last week. should i go sleep with him next?â
âha-ha. get on the bed.â
âugh. youâre so crass. i donât even know how you get any girls-â
âyeah, yeah. are you gonna shut up now or what?â
you canât think of anything to say, so you finally follow his instructions, crawling into your bed and sitting up against your pillows to look at rafe.Â
youâve see him naked before. heâs seen you naked before. with all the time you spent together on the druthers or at the beach, you should be used to seeing him like this. he yanks off his shirt, pulling it off with a fist in the back over his head.Â
the first sign that this idea wasnât going to go as planned should have been nowâfeeling your breath catch in your throat at the sight in front of you. your best friend shirtless, getting closer to your bed. your eyes rake over tan, muscled skin and the silver chain glimmering around his neck. you donât realize you moved, body sliding down and back flat against your mattress while rafe starts to lean across the bed, his hand planted next to your head.
rafeâs hovering over you. your breathing shakes for a moment, wondering if it would be this easy for him to do this with any other girl. you dismiss the thought when rafe leans in to kiss you, but it almost seems too wrong to let it happen.
âwait-â you move your head a little so your lips are away from rafeâs. âare you sure? you donât think itâs gonna be weird?â
âstop bugging out, kid.â he says it low and quiet, and your entire body quivers from the sound.
âanswer the question, asshole.â rafe laughs, his hot breath fanning across your cheek. you canât help it, you laugh too, turning to look at him. you think heâll be grinning like somethingâs funny, but your smile dies the second you lock eyes.
heâs not smiling, he looks as serious as youâve ever seen him. he licks his lips, moving his eyes over your body, his shirt and your bare legs.
âyou wearinâ anything under this?âÂ
he moves one of his hands from your knee to your thigh, stroking the soft skin. you curl your leg automatically, head lifting to watch his hands and your entire body trembling under his touchâitâs hot and electric, making your heart beat faster and the hairs on your arm stand up. he looks up from your legs to your face, watches you shake your head to answer no.Â
âgood girl.âÂ
your head falls back onto the pillow when the words leave his mouth. a chuckle leaves his mouth, but still heâs not smiling, itâs more just a noise of pleasure than anything else. rafe sits up between your legs, hands grabbing onto both of your legs and stroking again. he makes his way all the way to your hips, fingers dancing over the waistband of your panties.Â
you think heâll stop, maybe at least answer your earlier question, though you canât remember what you had even asked him. he doesnât, fingers swiftly hooking around the fabric and pulling them down your legs. you suck in another breath, angling your foot so they fall onto the bed while you keep your eyes locked on him.
âyâready?â he asks, and you nod, though youâre not sure what youâre agreeing to. his hands go back to your thighs, pushing his t-shirt up to expose more skin. you tense up, but he keeps a palm on your knee. ârelax.â
before you can anticipate anything else, he strokes your pussy, which is shamefully wet already, with two fingers, prodding the sensitive skin and gathering wetness. he does that laugh again, like he canât believe what heâs looking at, and you try to shut your trembling thighs in embarassment, but rafe holds them open.
ârafe-â but before you can finish your sentence, two thick fingers plunge inside you, âoh my godâ!âÂ
âhah. good.â when he pushes his fingers out, just to slam them back in, your eyes roll all the way back, another loud moan emitting from your mouth, sounds heâs thought about a hundred times before but still canât compare to the real thing. but of course, you donât need to know any of that. âdonât get too loud. yâfolks are downstairs, remember?â
you donât seem to remember. when he picks up the pace, really just wanting to test you and see how much you could take, you start moaning even louder, sweet breathy sounds filling the room. theyâre just for him, and normally heâd want you screaming, but he canât arouse too much suspicious, or your parents wonât ever let him back in the house. his other hand, the one holding your legs open, moves to your mouth, clamping his palm over your lips to keep your noises quiet.
you must like it, you clench around his fingers and your walls flutter when he locks eyes with you, almost hunched over you to keep you quiet while still fucking his fingersânow three, though he didnât realize when heâd added anotherâinto you.Â
rafeâs hard, and he canât remember the last time he was patient enough to wait to get his dick wet, but he likes you like this, not just shutting up for once, but eyes shut and face twisted with pleasure, whimpering into his hand, legs shaking in his grip while youâre wet around his fingers.Â
ârafe-â you mumble, the sound all muffled. âmâgonna, ohh-â he picks up the pace, shushing you while battering into your pussy, listening to the gasps and whimpers through his palm while you cum all over his hand.Â
limbs like jelly and throat dry, you lay there, catching your breath. your skinâs hot and flushed, and you stare at rafe while he stares at you.
âwhat?â you question, and it comes out quiet, soft, like youâve done something you shouldnât have. heâs thinking a couple of things, some of which have no business being in his head at all. do you always get this wet? who else has seen you like this? whoâs gonna get to hear you moan the way you just did for him some day?
ânothinâ.âÂ
âoh. okay.â you sit up against your headboard, pulling yourâhisâshirt down to cover up a little. âwell, thank you.â
âyeah. no problem.â for a second he hestiatesâbriefly concerned you want him to leave now. âwell? come on.â youâre trying to sound like you always do, a little irritated at him, a little snarky. he can see through it this time.
âwhat?âÂ
âget the condom. youâre the one who said weâre doing it today.â rafe watches for a second, wondering if he should laugh or yell at you, when you pull off his shirt. he stares at you, not moving, wondering why he thought this would be a good idea.Â
heâs seen you naked before, changing in the same room or when you two lost all boundaries and started walking into bathrooms while the otherâs showering, but this seems different. propped against your headboard naked, with your cum on his fingers, asking him to get a condom. now that heâs seen you like this, he has a new life mission of making sure no one else ever gets to.Â
âgod, youâre such a boy.â
âshut up.âÂ
âyou shut up. you talked such a big game and now youâre just staring at my boobs-â he moves quickly, fingers on your jaw, actually shutting you up.
âlie down.â biting your lip, you comply, sliding down so rafe was on top of you. âspread your legs.â you move to do so, but rafe uses his hands on your thighs to pull them apart before you can. you canât look at his face, it almost feels too weird, so you decide to stare at his dick instead, watching him roll the condom on with a puzzled face.
âwhat?â heâs been looking at your face the whole time.
ânothing. if i had known you were this big i wouldâve asked a while ago-â rafe starts laughing, a real one this time, and you burst into giggles too.
âstop-â and he gets closer to you, lining himself up with your wet cunt, â-making me laugh. shut up.â
âyouâve said shut up like thirty times but you wonât stop talking eithe-oh!â he pushes in all at once, and all the breath leaves your lungs. you gasp instead, toes curling, feeling incredibly full, the disbelief that youâre full of rafe quickly fading away.Â
you should have known heâd be good at this, good enough to actually get you to shut up. he starts a slow pace, thrusting in and out and you look up to see your best friendâs face contorted with pleasure, heavy breaths in your ears and the scent of his cologne overwhelming everything. his chain dangles on your neck, tickling you, and you try to permanently engrain the feeling into your memory.
you attempt to stay quiet, though the slam of the headboard against the wall is a dead giveaway. rafe pushes all the way out and then all the way back in with another slam, and thereâs nothing you can do but take it, clamping your hand over your mouth now.
he manhandles your legs into place, pressing them to your chest while he continues the exhausting pace. you canât discern anything but rafeâs quiet groans and heavy breaths. youâve just cum but it doesnât take long for that hot feeling to wind up again in your stomach, toes curling and eyes getting watery. your moans are still muffled, but the way rafeâs looking at you is only making them get louder.Â
your bottom lip must be bleeding from the way your teeth have been abusing it. rafe moves your hand out of the way and leans in for a hot kiss, his tongue in your mouth and swallowing all of your noises.
with a final oh god, oh god, oh god, moaned into rafeâs mouth, you cum hard around his dick, eyes pressing shut and stray tears falling down, rafeâs lips not leaving yours.Â
you donât know whyâbut you wrap your arms around his neck, keeping the kiss going. rafe pulls away for a moment to breathe and you open your eyes, staring up at him through wet lashes, licking your swollen lips, while he looks back down at you.
he leans in for a final kiss, groaning into your mouth while he spills into the condom, still thrusting in and out of your sore pussy.Â
rafe rolls off of you, resting on your sheets beside you. you try to catch your breath.
âyou didnât last very long.âÂ
âand how long did it take ya to cum all over my fingers?â
âoh, whatever. whereâs my shirt?â
âitâs my shirt,â rafe says back, finding the discarded clothing on the ground and tossing it on your chest. you sit up, sliding his shirt back on. rafeâs standing, pulling on his shorts.
âare you leaving?â you ask, and you regret it the second it comes out, quiet and soft like you want him to stay.Â
you do want him to stay, but you donât want him to know that you do. it all feels very complicated and your thighs are aching, your throat dry.Â
âno.â he sits back down next to you, swinging an arm over your shoulder like he always does. you lean into his chest.Â
âyou kissed me,â you say quietly. youâre glad your face is pressed into his side, you donât think you could handle looking at his face right now. âand you were quiet. i didnât expect that.â
âyour parents are downstairs, remember?â
âoh. i forgot.â you realize after that you donât want him to know he fucked you so hard you forgot where you were and who was home.
âis kissing off limits?â rafe asks, and you almost choke processing the sentence. things you never thought rafe would say to you.â
âno.. it was nice.â you pause, listening to the silence of the room and the thud of rafeâs chest in your ear. youâre no expertâthough you fear youâre about to become oneâbut it seems faster than normal. âyou want ice cream? or cookies? i made some yesterday.â
âno, kid. itâs fine.â you chew your cheek nervously. you want rafe to want to stay, not just because you asked.
âyou can go.. if you need to.â you look up at him and then look back down when he meets your eyes.Â
âwhy? got nowhere else to be.â
âoh. okay.â
âturn the tv on. weâll watch your stupid movieâ
âreally?â your face lights up, grabbing the remote on your nightstand. you open up the blanket at the foot of the bed, covering both of you while you try to find youâve got mail. you go back to your position and lean against rafeâs warm body, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. itâs not unusual, heâs done it before, but you donât miss the fact that heâs decided to do it now. you try to push away the warm feeling blooming in your chest.
âdonât ever make a joke about sleeping with kelce or top again.â
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your tired muscles wake up to the sun pouring into your bedroom. the light shines on rafeâs still-asleep figure, but you knew it wouldnât wake him up, nothing ever does. you donât remember falling asleep, barely remember anything after rafe showing up.
and the part where you slept with your best friend.
a guilt-trip dangles on the edge, about to take over, when you push it away and focus on the text messages on your phone instead.
top: rafe canât believe u bailed on cod. u better be dead in a ditch somewhere
kelce: maybe princess finally killed him
top: stop hanging out without us
kelce: top lets just pull up next time
you laugh, and rafe stirs at the sound. you give his arm a shove.
âyou ditched playing video games for me? iâm so flattered, rafey.âÂ
âshut up.â he grumbles. âgo back to bed. sâtoo early for this shit.â
âitâs nine in the morning. and i have pilates in an hour.â
rafe turns over, and you canât deny itâs nice to have him in your bed for onceâit seems like youâre always sleeping at tannyhill.
âdidnât get enough exercise last night? you need more?â
you fake a yawn, covering your mouth.
âexercise? what exercise? i donât remember that. you mean the boring sex?â
rafe sits up, facing you. you choke back a laugh.
âyou wanna say that again?â
âuhh-â
âin fact, why donât you try and get up? ten bucks says you canât even walk to the door.â
âi canât believe the two of us even fit on this bed with your gigantic ego-â
âdonât see you walking. mâwaiting.â you toss one of your throw pillows at him.
âget out!â
âalright. iâll say good morning to your parents on my way-â
âokay! wait, stay.â
âsâwhat i thought.â
âsome way to say good morning,â you mumble, scrolling through your other messagesâa text from your other friends about a party tomorrow and a reminder for your pilates class.
âyou woke me up.âÂ
âoh whatever. i was just surprised you skipped a video game for this. but i guess most boys would.â
âthereâs not much i wouldnât skip for you.â you smile at rafe, misunderstanding him.
âthatâs so nice. are you saying iâm a great lay?â he rolls his eyes.
âiâm trying to- shut up. whatâd they say?â he picks up his phone.Â
about twenty minutes later, after checking the hallway (and that too on wobbly legs, just like the smug idiot had predicted) rafe leaves. like always, he says heâll see you later.
you fall on your bed and dwell on the fact that rafe kissed you last night. itâs hard to focus on anything else, and with every passing second, you think this whole thing was a worse and worse idea.
but he doesnât seem to think that way. he seemed fine. heâs better at the no-strings-attached thing than you, and you donât think he would have suggested it if he didnât think you could handle it.Â
with that thought lingering, you get dressed for pilates and hope itâs easier to walk before you see the boys again. you find out that itâs really not.Â
after your class, you check your phone, finding messages from top and kelce. game night and pizza at kelceâs house. youâre invited, of course, but you shoot them a message saying youâre staying home with your parents instead.Â
the second you press send, rafeâs contact photo lights up your screen.
ârafe?â you answer it without even waiting.
âwhat, not cominâ tonight? you always come.â
âoh, um-â you pace around your room, trying to think of a lie on your feet. âmom and dad wanted to stay in. you know. game night.â the words feel stupid, though you hope heâll believe it.
âokay. you gonna swing âround after?â
âno, probably not. um, iâll see you tomorrow?â
âyeah, tomorrow. have fun, kid.â
âyou too. tell them i say hi.â
the rest of your day flies by and itâs not long before youâre curling up in bed with a tub of ice cream. your parents went out to dinner with some friends, while you contemplated what the hell you were doing with your own friends.
you four always had a standing date on saturday mornings in the summerâsnacks and a spin on the boat. if you donât go, itâs going to be incredibly obvious something was going on with you.Â
you call topper while you pack your boat bagâgrabbing the necessities the boys always completely forget about; spray sunscreen, an extra baseball cap, a book for you when you inevitably get bored of listening to them talk.
âwhatâs up?â top says, and youâve made your way into the kitchen, pulling out fruit to wash and cut.
âwhat time are we going on the boat? and iâm bringing strawberries and mangoes, is that fine?â topper is the pickiest when it comes to the fruitâkelce and rafe will eat whatever you bring.
âuh, i think noon. call rafe, weâre taking the druthers today.â crap. thatâs what you were trying to avoid. it feels crazy the second you think itâtrying to avoid rafe. you need to get it together. acting like some love sick girl over your best friend feels like the stupidest thing youâve ever tried to do. he must bring it out in you. âdo you have any of those oranges? the little ones?â
âiâll bring âem. listen, i need to get ready, do you know the time? iâll just meet you there.â your self-realization is going to have to wait for another day.
ânoon, yeah. iâll text it.â
âthanks top.âÂ
you start an internal monologue on repeatâstop being weird about it. heâs still your best friend. be normal. he is not your boyfriend. you repeat it, but still pick out the prettiest bikini you own, yellow gingham and held together entirely by straps youâve tied into pretty bows. you throw on one of the boysâ button-ups thatâs ended up in your closet somehow on top.Â
walking onto the pier, you hesitate in front of the druthers. you donât hear any of the boys, and though nothingâs stopped you from getting on and making yourself comfortable, you wait for a second.
itâs like he knows. rafe steps out from the bridge, and takes one look at you, eyes flicking up and down your body and taking in the yellow fabric thatâs barely covering anything, before offering you his hand to get on.Â
âhey.â
âhey.â you look around. ânice weather.â
âyeah.â
âkelce and top running late? he told me noon.â
âthose two are always late.â heâs staring at you, and this time it becomes clear, that heâs looking at you the way a boy who has been inside of you looks at you.
âi packed mangoes. you liked them last time.â
âyeah, i did.â
âi just hope theyâre sweet.â
âyeah. they probably are. sweet.â rafe keeps looking, and you turn around to set your bag down. âlisten, kid-â
âitâs a great day. good weather.âÂ
âyou already said that.â
âoh.â
âwould you stop and look at me?â
âno, um,â you start, emptying out your bag onto one of the seats. âsorry, iâm busy.â you feel rafe grab your shoulder, turning you around. heâs not as rough as he could be, like he usually is.
âyou okay?â he asks, and you feel stupid.
âiâm fine.. are you okay?â
âyeah. but youâre actinâ weird.â
âwell yeah, rafe. we slept together. itâs weird.â
âyou were on board-â
âi was. i am,â you clarify. surprising even to yourself, you think you still are. âdoesnât make it not weird. imagine if you and kelce slept together. wouldnât it be weird?â rafeâs face twists into a mixture of disgust and concern. âokay. bad example. sorry.â
âyeah. mâjust saying, i wanna make sure youâre okay. but i donât regret it if thatâs what youâre afraid of. and nothinâ has to change.â hearing him say it makes you feel better. you repeat the words, tasting the feel of it on your tongue.
âright. nothingâs changed. youâre still rafe. iâm still me.â
âit doesnât have to happen again, if you donât want it to.â you stare up at him with crossed arms.
âwhy are you being so nice about it?â
âjeez, kid. what, you-you want me to be a dick âbout it? sounds like youâd prefer that.â
âno, just. itâs weird when youâre nice.â you look at him for a second before the two of you start laughing. âyâknow what i mean.â
âalright. iâll stop being nice.â
âthank you. now where are these two? i wanna read my book.â
âprobably still sleepinâ. played until-â rafe keeps talking, but you realize youâre only half paying attention. he takes his shirt off, and at the very sight of his chain sparkling in the sun, you realize youâre no better than the girls who chase after him. âwhat?â
âhm?â a little dazed, you look up from his abs to his face.
âyouâre starinâ.â
âoh. you think we have enough time before they show up?â
âtime for what?â rafe stares at you while you stare at him. âoh.â
turns out he thought you did have enough time. you end up with your cheek pressed against the tan sofa in the cabin, body folded with your head down and ass up. rafeâs slamming into you from behind, and though itâs only the second time with him, you think thereâs no pleasure in the world comparable.
from this angle he feels even bigger than yesterday. you feel tighter, or maybe itâs just the way your cunt is sucking him in, he thinks, thrusting in and out with his hands grabbing the fat of your ass, watching it bounce with every one of his motions. he has an urge to untie your bikini top, just so he can look at the expanse of the bare skin of your back, but he knows youâll fuss if he does. he settles for shoving the thin yellow fabric of your bottoms to the side, yanking it so hard that youâre scared itâll rip.
âbeâohâcareful,â you get out in between moans, louder than the first time and louder still than he thought youâd be. he likes it more than he should. you already came once, but he wants to see if he can get another out of you.
âshut up,â rafe groans, eyes fixated on your perky ass, the one heâs stared at in hundreds of short dresses and tiny skirts, bikinis that he shouldnât let you wear and panties he gets an eyeful of when youâre asleep in his bed. âjusâ take it-â
you keep moaning against the couch, head shoved in to muffle what you can, but itâs when you look back at him, turning your head to watch rafe slam into you with wet, lustful eyes, tired from how hard he had just made you cum, that he really canât take it, finishing hard and fast while you let out pretty mewls that are still ringing in his ear.Â
he pulls out, adjusting your bikini bottoms to cover you up, though thereâs visible wetness staining them. your inner thighs are shiny where your juices glisten. rafe has to tear his eyes away, you keep your legs clamped shut.
âyou okay?â he asks, trying to catch his breath. you donât speak, just nod. âcâmon.â rafe offers you a hand, again, and you accept, following him outside and into the sun, even though youâre so tired you could fall asleep where you were.
âthanks.â you say, wiping your neck of the sweat that has collected there. he watches you do it. âsorry, i donât have a tip or anything. how about some fruit instead? call it even?â âshut up, kid. mânot a hooker, you fuckinâ weirdo.â
âno, of course not,â you gasp, like youâd never suggest such a thing. âthe correct term is escort, rafe. itâs all very american gigolo.â
âyou watch too many movies.â but you still hear him laugh when the two of you step onto the deck.Â
âwhatâs so funny?â you hear topâs voice, freezing up. you catch rafeâs eye, before looking away
ânothinâ, man-â rafe starts, but you start talking over him.
âjust debatinâ how long it would take you idiots to get ready. got enough gel there, top?â rafe and kelce laugh while topper narrows his eyes at you.
your days are on the boat are always funâthe boys steer while you enjoy the breeze and the sun. you pass the fruit around and read your bookâanother romance beach read, of course. this oneâs about two best friends falling in love. you canât find the will to keep reading.
you tune in a conversation about a party tonight.
âare we going?â you ask, looking expectantly at the three boys in front of you.
âyeah. why wouldnât we?â kelce says. you shift your gaze to rafe, who gestures to your thighs with his eyes. you clamp your legs shut, flushing.
âfun. what time?â
.âïž ĘË
finding a little hard to walk straight after your little tryst on the boat, you switch your heeled sandals for a pair of sneakers for tonight. you smooth out your pretty blue dress in the back of topâs jeep. him and kelce are in the front, you and rafe in the back, pulling up to whichever family that was off-islandâs mansion for the evening. the music was blaring, audible from even down the street, with two boys carring a keg into the house while top parked.
âare they celebrating something?â you question, staring at the crowds of people inside.
âyeah. the fact that itâs saturday night,â kelce answers, and you shove the back of his head from the backseat.Â
you hear rafe and top talking about something, though you canât make it out. yesterday you thought, dreading when the boys swung by your house to get you, that it would be awkward to sit next to rafe and act like nothing had happened. surprisingly after the conversation this morning, you find that itâs not. he leaned over to open the door for you to get in, asked you how your class was, did the things he always did.
topperâs an idiot for boosting his wheels, and youâd told him as much when he showed you guys for the first time. getting down is a nightmare, even more in your sore state (which you are attributing to the pilates and not the boy sitting next to you right now).Â
you turn to look at rafe again but heâs not there, and instead you see him in your window, opening the door and offering you a hand to get down. rafeâs probably helped you down a dozen times. this feels different, you admit to yourself, holding onto his hand to get down and keenly aware of his other hand hovering around your waist.
inside, the party is in full swing, one corner by the windows with billows of smoke and a group of boys in another corner mixing drinks.Â
the four of you end up like alwaysâdivided into half on opposite ends of a painted pong table from someoneâs old frat house. some girl topâs been talking to makes her way over, hanging off his arm before long. rafe watches you toss the white ball, your nose scrunching up in concentration. you cheer when it goes in, turning to hug kelce. youâve only had two cups but youâre getting tipsy already, he can tell.
âtop. top!â rafe shouts over the music, but heâs too busy talking to the girl to notice.
âman, heâs clearly busy,â kelce says with a laugh.
âi agree. looks like that oneâs for you, rafe.â you look at him with a giddy smile, leaning forward on the table, palms pressed flat. he wishes you wouldnâtâhe can see down the front of your dress from this angle. you cheer when rafe chugs the cup of cheap beer.
he should make the next one just to get back at you, but he doesnât want you to get too drunk. instead he misses, the ball falling right into kelceâs hands.Â
if you were sober, youâd roll your eyesâyouâd recognize that rafe missed on purpose. heâs better at this than all of you combined.
âgive me five,â rafe says to top, casting one more glance back at you and kelce before walking towards a group of people on the couches and fishing something out of his pocket.
heâs gone, at most, ten minutes, and returns to find kelce missing. his place is taken by some brunette boy, who is currently trying to show you the best way to toss the ball. heâs standing awful close, a hand on your shoulder, his gaze on your exposed skin while you stare at the red cups.
âwho the fuck is this?â rafe barks, though with the music blasting, only topper can hear him.
âi dunno, kelce ran off with that chick heâs been hooking up with-â the white ping pong ball lands in the red cup closest to rafe. he hopes he doesnât look up to see something thatâs gonna piss him off, but itâs dashed in secondsâyou hugging the stranger in glee that you made another shot.Â
he swings around the table, shooting a glare at the boy while putting himself in between the two of you. he faces the boy first.
âget lost.â the boy tries to say something, but rafe interrupts before he can get a word out. âget. lost.â you watch him scramble away, rafe turning to face you.
âcâmon. weâre done with pong.â
âbut i made the last one!â
âi said weâre done. yâlucky i donât take your ass home.â
âwe just got here. why would you take me home?â you question.
for all the big talk, all the jokes and banter and emotions youâre trying to bury, you still donât understand the simple truth known to everyone thatâs ever met you and rafeâheâs never going to be happy seeing you with any boy besides himself.
âwhatâs wrong?â you question softly, looking up at him with big, confused, drunk eyes, not snarky like he thought you might be.
âno. just.. stop talkinâ to strangers, sâall.â
âbut he was nice!â you yell over the music, picking up another cup from the table and taking a sip. you hate beer, but they took topâs jeep and not rafeâs truck, so thereâs no spiked seltzer here for you.Â
âno he wasnât.â he takes the cup from your hand, pouring half the beer out into another cup before shoving it back in your hand.
âyeah he was! donât you want that? the sooner i find a nice guy we can stop all of this, right?â you look at him earnestly, before chugging the rest of your beer.Â
âalright, youâre cut off.â
the rest of the night goes by the same as all the othersâkelce and top into a competition to see who can get more drunk, you tipsy enough to talk loudly about anything that comes to mind and rafe scaring away any guy who stares at you for too long. you stare at rafeâs back when he goes to sell, watching a pretty girl touch his arm when heâs counting the cash sheâs handed him.Â
you look away since you feel the beer coming back up, anger bubbling. you focus on topper, trying to follow along with his nonsensical conversation about his ex-girlfriend.
âdonât worry,â kelce says, and you turn your gaze on him, confused. âhe didnât even look at her.â
âwhat?â but his eyes arenât on you, glancing behind you. you turn, though you shouldnât, looking at rafe, two girls laughing at something while he opens the little white packet for them. glancing at kelce, and then at top, who is keeled over on the sofa, nursing a half-empty bottle of tequila just by himself, you walk over to where rafe is.
âwait, donât-â kelce calls out after you, but you donât listen.
ârafe, i think topâs ready to go. are you?â you interrupt his conversation with the two girls, and though you despise the fact that youâre doing this, you realize kelce was right. he wasnât even looking at them. you gesture at your two other best friends on the couch, kelce trying to yank the bottle from topâs grip.
âyeah, kid. câmon, this place is dead anyways.â you smile, though you shouldnât let rafe see it. no, your smile is for the girls. you feel an unparalled joy when rafe swings his arm around you, guiding you back to the couch.Â
you shouldnât look back, but you do. the girls look mad and you feel happy.
this is fuckedâthe very thought sobers you. you shouldnât be happy that those girls think thereâs something between you and rafe, but you are.Â
rafe manhandles topper into standing up, while kelce turns to talk to you. heâs drunk, and it comes out like a laugh. you smile, thinking heâs going to make some joke about top and tequila.
âyouâre just as toxic as he is. hah. and i thought rafe was bad-â
âwhat?â you ask, but rafe cuts you off before you can figure out what kelce means.
âkelce, itâs your job to make sure he doesnât puke in the back.â
âman, why am i always on top watch-â
in the car, you pick the music while rafe drives. you notice he keeps an eye out in the backseat, with topâs head half out the window and kelce texting on his phone.
âdid you sell a lot?â you ask. youâve never really mentioned it before, so rafe didnât expect it tonight.
kelceâs words linger in your head. if you werenât sober before he said that, you certainly are now.Â
âenough. why?â
âjust wondering. i saw you before we left, thatâs all.â you look at the road ahead, listening to the quiet tune of the bryson tiller song youâd put on.
âyou saw me?â
âwith the pretty girl throwing herself at you? hard not to see.â you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouthâyou sound bitter and angry, two things you truly are, but you donât want rafe to know already.
âwhat, you jealous, kid?â
âwhy would i be jealous? youâre not my boyfriend.â it comes out louder than you expected, trying to talk over top and kelceâs voices in the backseat.
âno, mânot.âÂ
you bite your cheek and stare out the window.Â
ânot to interrupt, or anything, but i think topâs gonna puke-â you jolt when rafe slams on the brakes.
tannyhill is fifteen minutes from where the party was, but it takes fifty minutes to get back. rafe pulled over twice to let topper puke on the side of the road, so itâs three am before the four of you get back.
you want to go homeâthe alcohol in your system and unfinished conversation with rafe have left you feeling queasy too, but itâs three in the morning. top and kelce are too drunk to drive you, and you donât want to ask rafe.
you decide that you donât want to be alone with rafe either, changing into one of the shirts youâd brought from home and stupidly looking down realizing itâs one of rafeâs. did you own a single t-shirt that wasnât from his closet? where had all of your clothes gone?
grumpy that youâre in his clothes, upset that he had pretty much admitted he wasnât your boyfriend, and riddled with the assumption that he meant he would never be your boyfriend, you collect a pillow and one of the blankets from his bed, walking out the door when you hear rafeâs voice saying your name.
âwhere the hell are you goinâ?â facing him, you stare at your feet.
âthe couch.â
âwhen have you ever slept on the couch here?â
âiâm starting something new.â
âget in bed before i drag you there.â you groan, thumping both feet on the ground before stalking into the room. rafe exhales loudly, loud enough that you hear it, before muttering something under his breath and following you inside, closing the door.
you sit on the bed, but before you can think about what youâve done, you bunch up a pillow in your hand.
âyou-â you throw the pillow at rafe, which misses him completely. âsuck!â the second thuds against his chest, before falling on the ground. you huff from your position on the bed.
rafe picks up both pillows, dropping them on the bed.
âwhat the hell was that?â
âthis whole thing was a mistake.â
âitâs been two days.â
âwell iâm an emotional fuck!â
âyeah, i can tell.â you pick up the pillow again, whacking rafeâs side with it.
âugh! you canât just-â your hands falter, dropping next to you while you look up at rafe through wet eyes. â-just say that us sleeping together is a good idea because you donât want me with any other guys. what the fuck am i supposed to do with that?âÂ
âi donât know! youâre the fuckinâ clueless one. whatâd you think that means?â
âstop! just tell me! stop making me think, iâm so drunk and everything is mental gymastics with you-â
âwell stop throwinâ my own pillows at me!â
âyou suck, rafe. all of this and you canât just tell me whether you like me or not?âÂ
in hindsight, you donât know where the question came from. maybe a small part of you that wasnât willfully ignorant suspected a long time ago that the way rafe acts towards you is more than just overprotective friendship. you had buried the thought the second it emergedârafe cameron doesnât have girlfriends, doesnât do relationships. the rafe thatâs been your best friend was your best friend for that very reason, because you werenât in love with him.
or at least you thought you werenât in love with him. and at least, he thought you werenât in love with him.
the truth, youâre beginning to realize, watching rafe grab the pillow youâre about to hit him with out of your hands and set it down, is that rafe only acts the way he does with you, and no one else. the drinks you like in the back of his car, his shirts in your closet, the bed you share and all the time you two spend alone. you thought it was a great friendship, and maybe it was. but all along thereâs been something bubbling underneath the surface, the feeling in the pit of your stomach when he started talking to that girl, how angry you get when you see him with any girl thatâs not you.Â
you thought rafeâs a dick for giving you such a hard time about any boy you try to talk to. he is a dick, but youâre the bitch that canât stand seeing him with another girl.
and as the thoughts rush through your head, rafe looks at you in his bed, in his shirt, and realizes the answer to your question is that thereâs no one in the world he likes more than you.
âyou should have told me âbout the emotional fuck part.â
âyou should have just confessed.â
ânah, not really my thing.â he sits down on the bed next to you, and you stare up at blue eyes that are looking at you, a smile on his lips. âthis whole thing was a bad idea.â
âitâs been two days,â you mock.
âyeah, well, we tried it.â
âdo you regret it?â you hold your breath for the moment of truth.
âcâmon kid. yeah, i do. âcause iâm not letting you out of my sight after this. youâre dating me or no one at all.â
âso if we break up-â
âstraight to the convent for you. donât worry, iâll send you a care package. strawberry seltzer and those porno books-â
âshut up.â
âyou shut up. and get the fuck into bed. itâs late.â
âyou donât want one last emotional fuck? on your last day as a single man?â you tease, crawling under the sheets. âlearn how to read a clock. itâs past midnight.â
âoh. whatever, you know what i mean.â
âi guess i can be convinced-â he leans in for a kiss, and you hold your breath waiting for it, when thereâs a sharp knock on the door.
âguys. sorry to interrupt whatever the hell this is, but i think top needs to get his stomach pumped.â
#đhere it is#i am so nervous about this if you think itâs ass . i apologize in advance#kook trio reader#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader
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playing dangerous.
c.w: gun play, peacekeeper coriolanus, fingering, rough sex, throatfucking, slapping, degrading, breeding, hate fucking, unproctected sex
based on this ask ! hope you like it anon, sorry if i got anything wrong. mwah
you could say a lot of things about coriolanus snow. you could say he was mentally unstable, that he was a whiny bitch who would throw a tantrum at any small thing that made him angry.
however, you couldn't say he was a bad fuck. not when he had your face pressed down and a gun pointed at your sopping cunt. you couldn't say he was ugly either, not with that white peacekeeper uniform hugging his body so well.
"don't worry," he whispered, biting your shoulder, "it only has one bullet." he smiled, chuckling at your clear despair, a total contrast to your soaked panties. "not as if you care, though"
"of course i do! fuck it, snow. you're the reason people call cops bastards!" you said, frowning at him as if your hips weren't bucking up on the gun. you didn't even knew if what he said was actually true.
"you should be grateful i'm not playing russian roulette on your pussy, darling." he said, thanking heaven's he handcuffed your hands before all that. "if you don't like it, i know just the right place to aim it. other than that perverted wet pussy of yours. are you a pervert? god, you're soaking wet" he said, grinding the gun in your cunt.
"aim it at your head, you sickfuck." you spat, not bothering looking at him.
"i don't know if you noticed but i have a gun pointed to your pussy, if you don't wanna get shot you should start being a good girl instead of a manic bitch." he said, slapping your ass and making your body jolt.
how the hell did it come to this?! you remembered that he had returned home after deployment and your parents made you go over to his house to give him some sweet dessert as a way to âthank him for his services.â fuck it. you hated him. if depended on you, he would have been killed by a rebel or something, but god, that's the best dick you've ever seen or felt, even if through grinding. you would never admit it to him though.
"on your knees, please." he said, a fake chivalry on his sadistic tone. and did you have any other options? of course not. so now you were on your knees, gulping down and watching him unbuckle his pants, his hand slapping your face lightly to make you wake up and stop looking so much at his eight inches shaft. "god, you're drooling so much just from looking. guess i won't have to aim a gun to your head for you to suck it." he said, and you stared at him with anger.
"you better kill me already cause i am not sucking that thing." you said.
well, all your defenses were throw away as he pointed the loaded gun to your head, smiling as you opened your mouth and engulfed him obediently, still looking at him with that angry stare in your eyes, that was soon replaced with tears as you took him. god, how could a dick taste so good?
"fuck, you're taking me so good, doll." he said, smiling as you drooled on his dick, getting it all wet from your saliva. "making such a mess, crying so much... you're so pretty when you're not running your mouth around so much." he said, grabbing your hair and making you curse mentally before he started to fuck your throat, his balls meeting your chin as you took him, giving in as you moaned against his cock.
too aggressive, you thought. but it was just as good as you imagined it to be. and he was getting just what he wanted to. he was fucking that attitude out of you, your throat taking him so well he only wondered how good it would feel to fuck your cunt. with that thought in mind, he pulled back of your mouth, and you thought you were really dumb from how you tried to get him to thrust into your mouth again. you wanted to taste him, and he couldn't help but chuckle at your despair.
"i didn't even had a proper taste of your cunt and you're already dumb? thought you were stronger." he said, getting you to stand up as you were still salivating. he cleaned your tear stained cheeks, the softest thing he would do to you today. so, ripping your panties and seeing your cunt, he thrusted two fingers in it, not mindinho if you were uncomfortable. your wetness made it very clear that you weren't anywhere close to discomfort or pain. and your moans did it too.
"fuck it, get away, coriolanus!" you pleaded, not wanting to be the one moaning his name that night. and he didnât even bother listening to you, too occupied with thrusting his entire lenght inside of you. it felt horribly good, his hot cock sloppily fucking your pussy as he fucked you in missionary, holding your left thigh to hug his waist just so he could have a better access to you. so good. so hot. it felt perfect.
you felt dumb.
your eyes closed shut as you did your best to hold in your moans, letting out a few groans and grunts as he slapped your ass, getting a hold of your other thigh and fucking you with your back against the wall, your eyes looking into his. fuck. you prayed to god that he wouldnât end up making you say something, but god didn't seem to want to help you.
"tell me, doll," he started, groaning against your lips. "who does this pussy belongs to?" he asked, and you did your best not to answer, but the way your hips were trying to buck against his seemed as an answer. "words, bunny. use your words."
"n-no. no- i won't- fuck!" you moaned, lips opened slightly as you couldn't help but let your moans out of your mouth. you just wanted to cum already. it was too brain-mushing for you to do something other than moan and squeeze his dick inside you.
"tell me, or i'm not gonna let you cum." he said, brushing the gun on your clit, the cold metal making you mewl and cry.
"i-it's yours, c-coryo. it's yours. i'm sorry! please let me cum!" you begged, crying. he smiled, kissing your cheek and tasting your salty tear drop.
"i don't recall letting you call me coryo, bunny." he said, his dick kissing your cervix as you felt it throbbing inside you.
"o-officer! fuck, i'm sorry!" you slurred, and finally he had what he wanted.
he finally fucked the attitude out of you. not only that but he also got his dick wet. it was perfect.
"good girl." and you came, shaking on his cock as he kept thrusting in you, running for his climax.
once he did came inside you, he didnât allow you to clean yourself, made you walk and sleep with your pussy filled by his cum.
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maybe some general seb relationship headcanons if you dont mind? especially prior to it or crushing/early dating. how would he react to the confession? would his friends tease him? etc.
im a little picky w sdv hc blog interpretations and i love yours! theyre so sweet. if this is a lot feel free to just do as much as you'd like đ
ÊđŸÉ Ë Â· . Crushing
tags: sebastian from sdv x gn! reader
OMG Anon! I am so sorry this is sooooo late. I just finished my 2nd year of college and it was so hectic. But now I have WAY more time to write. Writing this was so fun! if you have any fic requests then feel free to send me an ask! <3 purple divider by @saradika-graphics <3
đâ Sebastian couldnât deny that he, like everyone else in the valley, was curious about the new farmer moving into the overgrown expanse of land to the west of town. He was a bit down on the idea of not having his usual smoking place anymore, but the intrigue easily overpowered it. He was one of the last people to meet you. Sam and Abigail couldnât stop talking about you. Which was reasonable, nothing ever happens in the valley. The more Sebastian knew about you, the more confused he got. Why move out in the middle of nowhere? Why leave the city for a pile of dirt and a mosquito-infested house? It was weird. For him, at least.
đâ You two finally met at night. Sebastian was smoking by the waterfall, and you ambled your way out of the cave with a bag full of copper and coal. The mountains were wisped with fog, cold with dew. Sebastian was sure he was the only living soul out in the open. Much to his surprise, and at the expense of his dignity, he let out the loudest scream he could muster when you decided it was a good idea to sneak up on him to say hello while you were covered in soot and mud. While he was calming himself down and you were washing your face in the lake, you promised not to tell Sam or Abigail about the encounter. Sebastian was very grateful for that. The two of you spent the next hour talking.
đâ The next time you met him was when you were discussing building plans with Robin in her house. Robin was just explaining that you needed more wood for your planned chicken coop, and Sebastian just so happened to come out to return his pile of plates to the kitchen. Robin waved him over to introduce him to you. His eyes met yours, and you immediately introduced yourself properly. You gave him a discreet wink when Robinâs back was turned. You deduced that Robin wouldnât have been too happy to know her son was out at the late hours of the night, smoking his third cigarette in one sitting. Seeing this as an opportunity for her son to get some sunlight, Robin asked Sebastian to accompany you while you got more wood. He didnât have anything to do; he had finished his module for the week, and he was curious about what his friends were telling him about you. So, he agreed to do it.
đâ The two of you decided that Cindersnap Forest would be a good place to chop down some trees. You led the way while Sebastian followed suit, dragging along a wheelbarrow that Robin gave you to make the trip back to the mountains easier. Sebastian spent the day sitting on the makeshift bridge over the river and watching you cut down too many trees for him to count. There were times when you offered to teach him how to wield an axe. He didnât want to embarrass himself in front of you, so he just shook his head and decided to arrange the logs of wood in the wheelbarrow instead. It was 2 pm when you finally had enough wood for the coop, but neither of you wanted to go back just yet, mostly because it was too hot to walk back, and Sebastian didnât want to burn off his skin.
đâ You and Sebastian went to look at whatever the traveling cart was selling. You couldnât help but laugh at the way the dark-haired manâs eyes widened when he found out the merchant was selling an egg for 500 gold.
đâ It would be so cute if you and Sebastian stumbled into the secret woods and that became your little hideaway to hang out when life got demanding for both of you.
đâ You definitely fell for him first, but Sebastian fell in love harder. It all started when you invited him, Sam, and Abigail over to eat the many fish dishes you cooked when you finally had a kitchen in your abode. You specifically made sashimi for him since you remembered he mentioned it was his favorite. He was touched. You took the effort to even remember what he said, and that made his heart stutter. (âIt tastes just like the ones Linus makes.â) ((Side note: it would be so cute if Sebastian and Linus became friends because Linus would make sashimi for both of them to eat at night by his tent, but I digress.))
đâ Your friendship with Sebastian continued to bloom when you found a frog egg in the cave. You immediately ran to Sebastian to show it off. The two of you became parents to a very hungry frog named Blimp.
đâ You and Sebastian rode his motorcycle at night when the two of you had nothing to do. He didnât have an extra helmet yet, so he insisted you wear his helmet instead of him. He wanted you safe.
đâ I am a firm believer that Sebastian is the type of person to become loud and talkative when heâs around people he is truly comfortable with. So, the moment you two became friends, Sebastian would invite you to hang out with him and Sam in his room to play Solarian Chronicles. He becomes more animated the longer you play, laughing at Samâs crappy rolls and your insistence that every small enemy is the true boss in disguise. To both Robin and Demetriusâ surprise, Sebastian spends more time outside compared to the past. The two of you either hang out in the Secret Woods or play the arcade games in the saloon. PICNICS! IN THE SECRET WOODS!!
đâ You confessed first, and Sebastian became red in the face in an instant. He couldnât stop smiling, though. Sam doesnât let him hear the end of it.
đâ On clear nights, you and Sebastian climb up to the roof of his house to stargaze. He loves pointing out constellations to you, showing off what Maru taught him. If he asked nicely enough, his half-sister would let the two of you borrow her telescope.
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â yummy in my tummy â
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After reading the pretty boy fics, I got to ask: "How would the dorm leaders (and the rest if you want to write about them) react to being given food from the reader (who cooks and bakes god tier food) who is concerned for their wellbeing?" - anon Headcanons for Dorm Leaders with an s/o who loves to spoil them with delicious homemade meals, sweets and snacks. - anon Could I request something domestic? Housewardens with an s/o that cooks for them almost everyday? -anon
a/n I decided to combine these three requests! I'm not sure if there were anymore of the same variety, so if I missed it, I'm sorry T^T Gonna split this into three parts, so keep an eye out for the other two! I wanted to keep this vague, i didnât mention any type of specific food, but make it known, i am craving tamales so badly
included: grim, all of heartslabyul and savanaclaw
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Ramshackle <3
â He eats your food every day. Your best customer is the one and only GRIM THE GREAT! Food always tastes good to this little guy, but food made by you? Top tier! Nothing could beat it (the overblot stones probably could) Heâs a pain in your ass when you're cooking/baking, constantly trying to get a nibble from your ingredients. His hungry ass is just too impatient. After a long and hard day, all he wants is to lay back and eat some tuna and one of your sweet treats for dessert. It's the best way to end his day.
Heartslabyul <3
â You see once you start cooking for them, youâre not going to stop. Cater and Ace make sure of it. They all love your cooking! They feel so loved and cared for with each dish you lovingly made for them. Does this contribute to their ever growing feelings for you?
â Yes, yes it does.
â Riddle was kinda on edge by it. Not because he thought you were a horrible cook, heâs tasted Aceâs cooking before, but because he didnât understand the warm feeling in his chest. Riddleâs mother never cooked, instead she had chefs cook the blandest (healthy, she claimed) foods for them both. Heâs never felt the warmth and comfort from a home cooked dish. Trey is an excellent cook, and even better baker, but itâs Trey. You were different, always had been to him. Riddle almost moaned at the taste of the different spices and flavors that exploded in his mouth. This boy has never tasted so many all at once. It was truly an eye opener. Riddle asks if you could teach him some recipes.
â So relieved. Trey is just the epitome of a parent finally sitting down after a long day when you come to help in the kitchen or bring containers of food. Trey finds himself visiting you at Ramshackle more often, with the intention of learning or cooking with you. But ends up with you ushering him to sit down and youâll be back with some fresh soup. He really does appreciate your presence, everything about you is so comforting and lively, so you making amazing food is an added bonus. Loves to learn about different foods from your world, even more so any type of pastry/sweet! Considers asking if you want to do a bake off, but decided not to, because he knew everyone would choose you. (he would do the same tbh)
â If you didnât have a magicam account dedicated to your cooking before, well now you do! Cater will take photos of every dish you made, going on a long rant on how this is the most delicious food heâs ever eaten. If you let him, he'll post pictures and videos of you cooking/baking on the account. The account is as comforting as your food. Ofc, he has tons and tons of photos and videos on his phone of you. Cater looks forwards to whatever you make, but is especially touched when you bake something that isnât incredibly sweet or something entirely different then what you made the others. It makes him feel special.
â Ace didnât consider himself a picky eater, at least not until he ate your food! Boy will not leave you alone. He's constantly begging you to make him food and treats. Saying 'you just killed a poor starving boy, gootbye-' and just crashes onto you. Ace just really enjoys your cooking and he melts whenever you bring him food without him asking (begging). Heâs the type of person to sit on the counter and talk while youâre busy doing things all around the kitchen. It briefly reminds him of his own childhood. Itâs oddly domestic that it sikes him out for a moment. But then he glances at you and suddenly that feeling is replaced with a warm fluttering feeling in his chest. (donât question the blush on his cheeks ofc)
â Deuce isnât one for taking photos but every thing youâve ever made him has been instantly snapped and sent to his mom. (who loves knowing that her darling son is eating well) Heâs not as obvious as Ace, but Deuce tries to slyly suggest that you make him more food. And of course, heâs more than willing to help. Again, unlike Ace who sits and talks, Deuce follows you around the kitchen like a duckling, patiently awaiting your orders. He wants to be helpful! Will gladly take anything out of the oven and carry any heavy materials. Will crash if you hold up a spoon for him to taste test. Isnât this romantic? He asks himself as he shakily takes the spoon into his mouth. Omg, and if he sees you do your own taste test with the same spoon? Oh sevens, help you both.
Savanaclaw <3
â Another group that doesnât let you stop cooking/baking for them. But at least you have free access to a buttload of money and two very eager helpers (for very different reasons)
â Leona isnât a stranger to good, probably excellent, cooked meals. Heâs a prince, duh. But when itâs a meal cooked by you? Everything that heâs eaten up til now is straight trash. Pride is one way to describe how he feels, quickly followed by smug. Of course, youâd dedicate your time and energy to cook him a meal. And of course, you poured your love into every step. Heâll eat practically anything you give him, though he will side eye the vegetables and discreetly give them to Ruggie. As for sweet things, heâs not a big fan of sweets. I feel like heâd like savory flavors, maybe a little bitter or maybe a little tart. Or perhaps something with subtle flavors but a hearty texture. Iâm just speculating of course, so itâs always a hit or miss when it comes to baked goods with him. Though, donât worry, nothing you make goes to waste. Ruggie is always ready to swoop in when needed. And as mentioned before, Leona knows ingredients can get spendy, so heâs more than willing to hand you his credit card.
â Speaking of credit cards, Ruggie just always happens to be in the same vicinity when that black card hits your hands. Ruggie wouldnât call himself the greatest chef, but he is resourceful. With everything you cook, Ruggie shows you how to get the most out of your ingredients. He even shows you some low-budget/free ingredients you can find all over campus and how to make it. Ruggie is honestly a good person to have by your side when it comes to cooking, you learn plenty of new things and you get to share your own knowledge to someone you know will share with others. However, Ruggie isnât someone that does something for free. So he expects to be taking half of whatever you're making back with him. On a cuter note, Ruggie practically bursts into two when you show up with a container full of warm, mouth watering, doughnuts. Judging by how fast Ruggies tail was wagging, you were afraid that he was about to fly up into space.
â Despite his tendencies to try to keep his emotions to himself, Jack really does appreciate the effort you put in to make his meals protein pack and nutritious. And while heâs not the greatest cook, Jack helps the best he can in the kitchen. Though, heâs a little clumsy (if his culinary crucible says otherwise, no it doesnât) but heâs eager! Jack is a quick learner so it doesn't take him very long to get the hang of things. Definitely subtly brags about it to the other first years. But if any of them dares to mention how fast his tail is wagging, he gets all pouty with embarrassment. I definitely suggest keeping it to meals and not sweet. Jack is not a sweet guy at all. Though he might indulge if you give him puppy-dog eyes.
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Hello there baby, are your parents bakers? Cause you're a cutie pie lol sorry couldn't resist the urge to flirt with my favorite writerđHow have you been? How was your day? I wish you a wonderful day and a lovely nightđ
It's my first time here sending an ask but lately I've been thinking about shy!Spencer x flirty!reader, I just think is such a cute couple.
So if you're taking requests, I was thinking about early seasons Spencer completely falling for the reader and the way she's so flirty but sweet and kind, the way he'd be blushing hard at anything she says and how he'd like the way she's always touching him cause he felt cherised and desired.
It could be fluff or smut or both cause I can picture them going slow with the relationship but Spencer being eager to please her and show how much he loves everything about her.
You said about choosing a emoji, so can I be the đanon?
A/N: Thanks for the request! Shy Spencer is the best because he's so dumb and silly and doesn't realize when people are attracted to him. I've said it before, but he's basically every nerdy main character in 00s romcoms that are "unattractive" because they wear glasses. I hope you enjoy the fic~âĄ
Warnings: mentions of case details, slight spoilers for upto s5
With a degree in law and a deep-rooted hatred of businessmen, you'd certainly found your calling in one of the FBI White Collar divisions. Putting away the sleazy bastards was easily one of the biggest perks of the job, but every coin had a second side, and yours was you actually had to interact with the cretins before you could take them down.Â
You'd dealt with bribes, dinner invites, and sexual propositions more than a time or two, and had to remind yourself that kicking anyone of them clean in the balls was most likely a firing offense, if not legally off the table.Â
The man in the case you were currently working - possibly Bill Hodges, possibly Daniel Brady, possibly so many more men - had been a typical white collar freak until he'd moved on to murder. And when you'd been so close to nailing his ass for fraud, too.Â
You'd had no choice but to call in whatever unit it was that actually got to put bullets in the bastards, sure that you were going to be strong-armed out of months of work for the glory of taking down a spree killer.Â
Instead, you got Spencer Reid, delivered freshly to your desk like a lamb to slaughter.Â
âSorry, you're the agent from the BAU?â You asked, raking your eyes across his body, smiling at his obvious discomfort with the attention.Â
âYes, Doctor Reid. I'm here for more information on the Hodges files.âÂ
You dusted your skirt off as you stood, moving around the desk to grab the file. You held it out to him but pulled it back when he reached for it.
âI'm sorry, you're really in the BAU?â An embarrassed look fell across his face, and you instantly felt shitty.Â
âDo you want to see my credentials?âÂ
âNo, I'm sorry, it's just - I wasn't expecting someone soâŠpretty?âÂ
The embarrassed look deepened to a flush, and you brightened at the sight. You weren't lying. He really was pretty, and you hoped your comment hadn't come off as patronizing.Â
âYou're adorable. Here's the file, Iâll be at your team briefing in half an hour. Spencer, right?âÂ
He nodded, finally waking up and taking the files as you pushed it against his chest, using the movement to step slightly closer.Â
âI'll see you later then,â you trailed your look down, getting a good look at all of him before meeting his eyes again. âSave me a seat?âÂ
âI should⊠I'll, uh, go now. Thanks for the-â he stammered, pointing to the file, backing out of your space slowly, like an animal trying not to show its back to a predator.Â
Unlike the long line of scumbags filling the halls and case files of your floor, Spencer was without bravado or ego. His lack of both meant that you were interested. You were very interested.Â
Half an hour later, you practically sprinted to the 6th floor, bouncing up the stairs to the office where you'd take your meeting like a giddy school girl.Â
âHello, sorry, I'm not late, am I?â You asked, quietly opening the door and letting yourself in.Â
âAgent Y/N, no, perfect timing, Penelope was just about to brief us on your case,â Hotch said, rising and giving your hand a firm shake. He looked around to find a seat to usher you into, but you quickly dropped yourself into the seat right beside Spencer Reid, grin deepening as he flushed and offered you an awkward yet endearing smile.Â
Unconsciously, you shifted closer, shooting him your own smile before the meeting officially began, and you were forced to keep a straight, serious face.Â
The entire case progressed in much the same way, with you doing everything you could to fluster Spencer Reid and him doing everything in his power to convince himself you were being friendly.Â
âSpencer, do you have a phone number?â You asked after slipping out of the meeting, trailing him back to his desk.Â
âYeah, we have to keep connected for cases, so I have a phone.âÂ
âGreat. Your number - what is it?âÂ
He rattled off the digital as you scribbled them down on a notepad.Â
âAnd Hotch's number is-âÂ
âOh, I won't need that. Thanks, Spencer.â You said waving as you left to slink back to your desk. You could hear him calling out behind you, confused.Â
âY/N⊠Y/N, we split up on cases often, if there's an incident and you need to contact us it's better to have all of the team members numbers,â he panted, jogging to catch up with your focused pace.Â
âIf I need to contact you, I'll take myself to Agent Garciaâs office and use her direct line,â you said, finally stopping yourself at the elevator and pressing the button.Â
He caught up, and stopped abruptly next to you.Â
âOh⊠oh, yeah that's⊠that's efficient.âÂ
You stepped onto the elevator when it arrived, leaving Spencer hesitating whether or not to climb in himself, desperately wondering why you'd ask for his number then.Â
âGoodbye, Doctor Reid,â you said, pressing the door close button and blowing him a kiss just before the doors blocked you from sight.Â
To tell the truth, you'd had a lot of fun flirting with Spencer on the phone from Penelopeâs office during the case. The woman was an inspiration, even if her flirting had a completely different purpose and meaning than your own. Her friendship with Derek Morgan was admirable, but you didn't want to be friends with Spencer Reid.Â
âHello, handsome, what can I do for you today?â You asked, picking up the phone and basking in the stammers that answered you down the line.Â
âD-Do you need me to get Morgan for you?â He said, his voice treading lightly.Â
âUnless Derek Morgan has, overnight, managed to turn into a 6â1 Doctor with a penchant for cardigans and leather satchels and an IQ of 187, then I am absolutely not looking for him. I have case details.âÂ
He brushed past your comment, but he kept the slight stammer through the conversation, right until you signed off.Â
âUntil next time, sexy.â
âUm, yeah⊠thanksâŠbeautiful?â he signed off, and you guffawed in laughter even as Penelope stared wide-eyed in your direction, not believing her ears.Â
âPlease forgive our little test tube genius. We forgot to add flirting skills to his childhood curriculum, and now, alas, the poor thing doesn't know a damn thing.âÂ
He'd called back a few hours later, and you'd purred more compliments down the line, but this time with the team surrounding him as they closed in on your unsub.Â
âHello, this is beautiful speaking. How may I help you?â You giggled down the line, picking up the call after only a single ring.Â
âY/N,â he breathed, catching his breath awkwardly as he struggled to remember why it was you were needed.Â
âSo⊠um, like⊠Hotch has a question about the files you sent earlier. He needs Penelope to⊠do something as well.âÂ
You could almost see the awkward nod through the phone.Â
âGreat. Pass me over to Hotch, then, hot stuff.âÂ
You heard the tell-tale sound of Derek Morganâs cackle in the background, and you couldn't help but let another giggle slip out. You were a gonner, and, hopefully, so was he.Â
The case wrapped quickly after that, spree killing being a quick game of cat and mouse out of necessity. You weren't happy with three bodies, but it sure as hell was preferable to more.Â
You greeted the BAU team at the jet hanger as they returned, reclaiming your fraud files for paperwork and using that simple chore as a reason to get close to Spencer again.Â
âGood work out there, Doctor Reid.âÂ
âWhat, he's not hot stuff anymore now he's in front of you?â Emily Prentiss laughed, throwing her go bag onto her shoulder and trailing behind where you'd started strolling alongside Spencer.Â
âOh, he's still hot stuff. He's just hot stuff with three PhDs that just stopped a spree killer,â you said, sighing dreamily. âHow do you do it?âÂ
âWe were all there too, you know,â the other woman chuckled as you made it inside the building and to the elevator.Â
âYeah, well,â you said, taking a second to reach out and straighten out Spencer's skewed tie, smoothing his jacket and generally just touching him in whatever way you could, respectfully.Â
You didn't even bother to finish your sentence, just leaning closer to his ears and whispering directly into them.Â
âYou're very cute when you're flustered, Doctor Reid.âÂ
You stepped away for a second while the rest of his team teased him, stepping to the back of the elevator to ascend to your floor while the others departed on theirs.Â
They filed out one by one and you sent them off with a smile and a wave, signing in defeat as you realized there was no longer a reason for you to interact with the good doctor ever again.Â
If you weren't so stupidly aware of him, you'd almost have missed the fact that Spencer didn't leave the elevator when his teammates did. He instead turned to you and, with the brightest red you'd seen on his face to date, stammered out half a sentence.Â
âI.. Y/N, I was just⊠curious, if you, by any chanceâŠâÂ
Your eyes widened in joy as you anticipated his question, silently begging him just to spit it out.Â
âI was wondering, i-if you had⊠a boyfriend?â By the end of his sentence, even he seemed unsure of whether that was a question he should really be asking.Â
You'd been throwing heart eyes at him for says, and he was asking if you were in a committed relationship.Â
âNo,â you said slightly breathily, as if your body were trying to expel all the anticipation it had stupidly built up. âNo, I don't have a boyfriend, Spencer.â
âGreat okay,â he smiled, a boyish grin if you'd ever seen one, before backtracking quickly.
âWell not great for you, great for me. Not that you can't be happy alone, I don't know how you feel aboutâŠromantic entanglements and I-I-Iâm not saying that your life isn't,â he searched for the words with his hands, as of he could grasp them as a life line while he was sinking fast. â-Great without a boyfriend or anything like that, I'm just - really - pleased that position is currently⊠vacant?âÂ
âSpencer?â You said, feeling like a cat who got the cream as a smile twitched at your lips, pulling the corners up as you listened to him ramble.Â
âYes?â
âDo you want to be my boyfriend or are you asking for a friend?âÂ
You'd meant the words as a joke but he stood contemplating for a second. You pushed a hand against your mouth to suppress the childish squeal from popping out.Â
âIt would be a bit presumptuous to shoot straight for boyfriend, right? How about date ....partner?âÂ
You couldn't stop yourself from closing in on him then, practically cornering him in the elevator as the floors passed you by.
âPresumptuous would be thinking I could have a boyfriend when I've been begging you to stick your tongue down my throat with my eyes for the last half hour. I thought they taught you body language at the BAU?âÂ
âThey teach us how to catch criminals, not how to see when someone is giving usâŠfuck me eyes, Y/N.â The curse left you a little dizzy - this was it, this was what you'd been trying to do all week, to get under his skin and get him to let his guard down so you could capture him.Â
âDoctor Reid, I'm a little scandalized! I didn't know you swore. What a dirty mouth you have.â You reached up with both hands, letting your thumb on his lips before pretending to wipe something away at the corner of his mouth. You were in the perfect position to notice his throat bob as he swallowed.
The elevator pinged at your floor, and you left him behind you with one last swipe of your fingers at his chin. You weren't expecting him to follow, but he did.
âY/NâŠplease, Y/NâŠ. Can we justâŠ?â You relished the awkwardness in his voice as he trailed you again, a satisfied smile settling onto your face.Â
You just kept walking. Or you did until you felt a large hand wrap around your wrist and pull you sideways into the nearest storage cupboard.Â
You gasped as he pinned you to the wall, close not, but his eyes still hesitant on what to do next.Â
âSpen-â He cut you off with his lips on yours, silencing you before you could get the final word. His lips were clumsy at first, but you felt hot under his touch arching yourself up into him. His tongue pushed into your mouth as he found his stride, your hands tangling in his hair as you held on for dear life.
This was it. This was what you'd been waiting for.Â
Reluctantly, he pulled away, both of you gasping for breath to fill your suddenly empty lungs.Â
âWas thatâŠ.what⊠you wanted?â He panted, resting his head on yours.Â
There were no words. It was what you wanted but now you wanted more, needed more. You settled for a quick nod as your tongue flamed, unable to say anything helpful.Â
âGood. GreatâŠâ he removed his hands from you and scratched at the back of his neck, putting a more respectful distance between the two of you as he cleared his throat.Â
âI'll just-â he pointed to the door and started making his way out. You sighed again, watching him walk away down the hall, his hair a mess, his tie askew, and a whole lot of your lipstick staining his lips.Â
Surely, he'd notice by the time anyone else did. If not, you'd just effectively staked your claim on Doctor Spencer Reid, and you couldn't be happier about it. Â
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bakugo and reader meeting again after a long time like maybe katsu has been away on a mission and he just misses us so much đ„č
anon this is literally such an adorable request!! This has been sitting in my drafts for the longest time cus i could never rlly figure out what i wanted to do with this, but as soon as i got the inspo i got to it !! im so so sososuuupperr sorry for making you wait so long and if youâre still sticking around, I LUB YOU !! anyways, i tried honoring this lovely sweet request as best i could, if youâre reading, i truly hope you enjoy (and all of you ofc!!) <33
fem reader, jus pure fluffy fluff ! katsuki n reader watch selling sunsets bc my mom does lmfaoo this ones for you momma, kissing, biting (lol will i ever stop), lemme know if i missed sum else !
katsuki regrets planning this surprise.
itâs been one month. exactly 31 days since heâs last seen you. one month he had to survive off of late night phone calls and good morning messages.
katsuki had slowly but surely started climbing up the ranks as a hero ever since heâd gone independent and this mission was a huge steppingstone to victory.
except it involved him going abroad for a month.
youâd congratulated him when heâd told you. you hugged him hard and offered him your brightest sunshine smile, youâd made him dance around your little living room with you, celebrating his ârise to stardomâ as youâd called it and he remembers chuckling about it. youâd even gone out of your way and made his favorite to celebrate. but now katsuki understand you were probably doing that so as not to worry him.
he's known you for a long while and he knows you know he can tell when youâre lying, so he was sure you were happy for him. (you canât fake anything from him and especially not the way you smile, heâs committed that to memory). and you truly looked happy for him, but he knows youwell enough to know that you were also devastated to find out he was leaving for so long. heâd seen the way your eyes widened and your shoulders dropped. but knowing you, you probably powered through it so as not to make him worry.
so stupid. youâre stupid. and he misses you so much.
despite you being in different time zones you make it work. he made sure to be updated daily and called you every time it was time for you to go to bed to make sure you got some well needed sleep and not staying up late mindlessly scrolling through your feed.
you send him pictures of everything happening throughout your day and youâd hound him about his, asking him if heâd eaten well and if heâd beat up any bad guys. and no matter how minuscule his actions were youâd always praise him. as somewhat childish as he knew it was katsuki still walked with his head up high for the rest of the day. if it was to impress you and make you proud, heâd be on the clock 24/7. but, knowing you, youâd get mad at him for overworking himself.
he misses you so much.
heâs on the plane. making his way back home to you a day before heâd told you he would be, his surprise. youâd been so excited, your squeals ringing through the phone, katsuki just couldnât wipe the smile of his face and goddamnit he tried.
âou, i canât wait ! i missed you sooo much, katsu !â you chirped, he couldnât wait to hear your voice in real life again instead of through his phone.
âyeah, missed you too sweetsâ he hums, packing up the last of his stuff.
âyou better be ready cus when you get back, mânot gonna let you go for a whole month.â you tease, giggling. katsuki huffs out a laugh, looking down at his luggage ready to go as heâd fully finished packing up while you were on the phone.
âuhuh~?â he muses âbetter be ready for me when i get back. yer not goinâ anywhere either. no bathroom breaks when we're cuddling.â
âew,â you snort âwhat am i supposed to do if i have to pee ?â
âthat sounds like a you problem, sweetheart.â
you laugh and laugh and katsuki smiles, he couldnât wait to be able to hear and see it again. expect not one phone call away, like heâd told you he always would be when youâd accompanied him to the airport all teary eyed, but in real life.
except now heâs starting to regret not just coming home on time.
donât get him wrong, the sooner he gets to you the better. heâd meant it when he told you he wouldnât let you go and as somewhat embarrassing as it is to him that he had gotten so clingy, being away from you for so long really did a number on him. distance makes the heart grow fonder his ass, he was more than fond of you when he was laying next to you every night instead of all alone in his hotel bed.
but right now heâs way too antsy. he wants to tell you about how heâll be home soon to hear you squeal and giggle, but he sucks it up in favor of surprising you.
itâll be worth it. at least thatâs what he tried to convince himself when he finished packing up. and on his way to the airport. and on the plane..
who even thought of this stupid surprise idea anyway ?!
he canât sit still. he has to stop himself from tapping his foot against the floor and shuffling around in his seat. the guy in front of him keeps reclining his seat back but it doesnât bother him that much, because all he needs is to remember your smile and remember heâs coming home to you, and he feels his nerves settle. recliner-seat-guy be damned.
itâs pitch black by the time heâs off the plane and finally back home. when he checks his phone he sees itâs 2:09 am and youâre no doubt dead asleep by now, he smiles at his phone screen when he sees you smiling back at him.
his limbs suddenly feel heavier the higher the numbers show on the screen inside the elevator to his floor. his body buzzes with excitement but for some reason he canât help feeling nervous. katsuki knows itâs stupid because you tell him every day how much you miss him and how excited you are to see him. all he wants right now is to see you.
he fumbles around a bit when he fits his keys into the door to walk into your tiny shared apartment and when he finally walks back inside, katsuki is reminded why he does this. why heâs been gone for exactly 31 days.
he kicks his shoes off quietly and sees yours left right by the door like they always are. like he always wants them to be. he wants to come home to your shoes by the door and to you smiling at him brightly and greeting him, or beckoning him over to the couch because youâve been waiting all day to watch your favorite show with him. (heâs forbidden you from watching any episode of selling sunsets without him, the last time you did he got cranky at you for a good 2 hours.)
katsuki sneaks over to your room, socked feet padding over to the door quietly cracking it open. heâd managed to convince you to move in with him a few months ago, claiming itâd lower costs and yapping about how you practically lived here anyway. it was barely anything to get used to, it felt natural, like this was everything his life was leading up to. but he wants to give you everything you deserve and this cramped little apartment is definitely not it.
he wants to give you a cosy little house, or a penthouse or even a fucking mansion if that was what you wanted, as long as he could be there with you he didnât care. heâd do whatever he could to get you everything you dreamed of at the flick of a wrist. and thatâs why, as annoying and lonely as it was to be without you for so long, heâd pushed through.
katsuki needs to save people, and he wants to. but everything he does, he does with you in a little corner of his mind.
youâre fast asleep like heâd expected, katsuki huffs out a laugh, brushing at your cheek with his finger. his heart almost explodes when you try to lean into the faint touch and he canât help it anymore. he sits down by your side and kisses your cheek. once, two times, three times and a little one on your nose. if he wasnât feeling all mushy heâd be an asshole and bite you, but you look so cute heâll put that off for now.
your nose scrunches up and your eyebrows furrow at the wet kiss onto your skin, you instinctively go to rub at your face with a whine, katsuki chuckles to himself when you open your eyes and the lack of distance between you both meaning your quite literally face to face with him.
âkatsu..?â you mumble sleepily â âm i dreaminâ ?â
katsuki chuckles, eyes soft âglad to know ya dream about me, but nah, this isn't a dream.â
you blink sleepily, and katsuki recognize those bright eyes he so loves gleaming the more you wake up âkatsuki !â you squeal, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him straight against your collarbone, since he was practically nose to nose with you before he knocks against your chin but you both donât care.
katsuki crawls into bed and wraps his arms around you tightly, snickering into your neck and you into his hair. you squeeze and squeeze him so hard he thinks youâll suffocate him but he couldnât care less, squeezing you like heâs trying to mold you to him.
you breathe him in and he flips you both over with you giggling uncontrollably. you topple over and land straight into his chest. you lift your head up with stars in your eyes like heâd hung up the moon for you and katsuki smirks back softly. because he would. heâd hang up the moon and the stars and more.
all for you.
âyouâre back !â you chirp, kissing all over his face. katsuki feels his cheeks hurt, this is the hardest and longest heâd smiled in a month.
âhowâd you figure that one out ?â you roll your eyes at his sarcastic remark, blowing lip bubbles against his cheeks as punishment. he playfully pushes your face away from him and you laugh.
âi thought you werenât coming back until tomorrow..â you quickly reach over to your nightstand to check your phone then throw it back down.
âit is tomorrow.â katsuki quips, already getting back to being a smart ass, you roll your eyes but you canât wipe off the happy look on your face.
âyou know what i mean, assholeâ you jokingly narrow your eyes at his smug face and press a finger against his cheek âlater tomorrow i mean. was gonna surprise you and youâŠ.out-surprised, meâ you pout at your ruined plans.
he turns his face so he can sink his teeth into your pointer finger and you quietly squeal in disapproval, he smirks âwas gonna, but couldnât wait anymore. needed to see you.â he pulls you closer to run his nose against your pulse point âfelt like i was gonna go fucking crazy if i stayed with those other bastards for a second longer.â
you giggle, placing your hands against his shoulders as he kisses up and down your shoulder and neck haphazardly â donât be mean.â you scold.
he lifts his head up to raise a brow at you, hands running up and down your sides âyou mean to tell me you wanted me to stay away? didnât miss me ?â he jokes, squeezing your hips harshly.
âof course i did. missed you so much i felt my heart would tear up sometimes..â you smiles sadly, running your fingers through his blond strands, he frowns "but i'm glad you're back now."
"yeah, and m'not leaving again for a damn long while." he squeezes you so hard he lifts you up in his lap a little bit and a surprised noise leak out of you. he lifts his head up from your chest to smirk at you in challenge "you're gonna have to get used to me and my big mouth all over again."
your heart squeezes, you feel like it'll bursts from happiness and katsuki wonders if he' supposed to feel this happy, if it's okay to be this content with one person. but only for a moment, because he's greedy, so so greedy for you. and he doesn't care if it's wrong because he gets to make you happy, to make you smile and laugh, to have you.
and katsuki does everything for you, so he gives himself to you without a second thought.
you hum, placing your hands against his soft cheeks to press your lips to his "got a month worth of your big mouth i need to catch up on." you whisper before finally closing the distance. you both immediately sigh in relief at the contact, being able to feel each other like this again. you smile into the kiss and katsuki thinks he's never felt more at peace.
after a month, exactly 31 days, katsuki's finally back.
bonus :
"hey." katsuki ask, you snuggle into his side and hum.
"did you watch any episodes of selling sunsets without me ?"
you stiffen.
"n-noooo..." the sheets shuffle and crinkle when katsuki looks down at you. you shrink into yourself.
"maybe one or two.." you squeak out meekly. immediately he's flipping you over and pouncing on you.
"fuckin' traitor." he growls.
"i'm sorry i couldn't help myself !" you wheeze when he starts tickling your sides, kicking at the sheets "it's been a month !" you screech trying to catch your breath.
"yeah i know that !" he exclaims, ignoring the way you're thrashing around as he mercilessly tickles you.
"i'm soooorryy !!"
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sweeter than sweet!
êšïž summary. [req!] candy necklaces are meant to be eaten anyway, no matter how pretty.
êšïž desc. fluffy fluff; hc of jjk boys (yuji, megumi, yuta and toge)
yuji loves the idea when you bring up making candy necklaces; he always adores every intimate time spent with you. colourful rings of candy spawled onto the table, carefully set up according to their colours. the both of you got carried away making the them thoughâ chatting about anything and everything while snacking on several candies which were supposed to go through the stringâyou find them melting in your mouth instead. in the end, only one necklace was completed and yuji lets you wear it until the both of you decided to just finish eating it altogether. that was why it was made for after all right?
megumi smiled to himself when he saw you wearing a candy necklace you got as a freebie from supporting a little kid's lemonade stand. he asks about it immediately because he notices every detail of you. it might seem innocentâthe way his gaze travelled from your eyes to your neck where the necklace rests but he had other plans in mind. his fingers wrap themselves around the necklace, gently tugging on it and bringing your faces just inches apart. "seems sweet. can i have a taste?" you nod but megumi makes no move towards the necklace. his lips land on yours.
yuta was the one who suggested making it yourselves actually. he thought it would be a cute date idea and he was right. he came prepared too, with the colourful candies laid out on a small plate, he strings them together one after the other. his furrowed brows upon concentrating earns a chuckle from you â his expression melts into one of a big shy grin. giggles and soft laughters fill the room. who said playing with candy is just for kids anyway?
toge gives you an unamused look when you ramble on about a very lame joke along the lines of your suggested activity being candies and not rice ball ingredients. "you're not going to hold one of these and say âsalmon cod roeâ or something right?" your snort only makes his eyes roll. you should really be thankful for his cursed speech because if he could talk, he'd end you in a sentence.
but since toge is so considerate he pops one candy in his mouth instead, savoring the sweet taste. you're not done yet teasing him though, "does it taste... like kelp?" you snicker. he's had enough of your lame puns so he pulls you closer by your arms and without giving you time to think, he crashes his lips into yours, the candy travels from his mouth to yours with an expert ease as he pulls away with a smirk. "tuna" he says at your dumbstruck expression, popping another candy into his mouth.
* if you want the meaning for toge's safe words/onigiri glossary used here, you can read them as follows:
salmon cod roe: to grab attention; "hey look here"
kelp: greeting
tuna: focus
*a/n: this has been in my drafts for far too long, almost a month which also explains the blue theme but i finally FINALLY got around to finishing this. to the anon who requested this, i can't reply to your ask right now since you also requested another one which is an smau. i will link this and that one to your ask when im done with it!! thankyou for requesting and for being so patient with me. im so sorry i made you wait this long.
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Hello! How are you today? I hope you are doing well today! I have read your stories well mostly of Dean and I fall in love with them! Your stories are just French kisses!! I was wondering if you are okay the the idea or available in Season 10 ep 1-3 Dean is the knight of hell but instead of Sam who found him, it has his wife or fiance reader? He doesn't harm her at all but all he wants to do is trap her and rail her all long day and night he willingly goes with her to the bunker. Something like that, I'm very sorry if it's accurate could it but smut and fluff if it's okay with you? If not that okie! Don't worry! I love your stories and Keep up on doing what you do best! Thank you and have a wonderful day!!
OMG STAHHHP. You're so sweet. I'm glad you like my writing--I love doing it! AND I LOVE THIS ASK SO FREAKING MUCH. I love you for giving me the opportunity to write Dean in the most dominating, degrading, aggressive way possible without feeling bad for making him like that. I love my soft!dom Dean...but I am so freaking into this...HOPE YOU LOVE IT!
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Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x wife!reader
Summary: I mean...just read the lovely anon's request. So gooooood.
Warnings: An unnecessary amount of SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V), choking, slight degradation, rough sex, oral (M & F receiving), face sitting, orgasm denial, Dean is very dominant. Cursing, canon violence, Mark of Cain bloodlust, use of pet names, slight domestic violence.
A/N: I 100% went overboard on this one and I have no regrets. Fair warning, it's insanely long. It doesn't follow the season 10 storyline perfectly, but we've got the core elements.
"Are you sure about this?" you asked softly.
Sam stared at you, a familiar dark expression on his face. "Do you want to find him or not?"
You closed your eyes and sighed quietly. Of course you did, but you didn't want to lose who you were along the way. "You know I do, but torture's not exactly my thing."
"It's a demon."
"Wearing an innocent woman."
"Fine. You stay out here, then."
You watched Sam enter the dungeon, clearly prepared to do whatever it took to find his brother. The first scream echoed through the hallway and straight into your chest like a knife. You couldn't stay there--didn't wanna hear what happened next.
You went as far away as you could, walking past the bedroom you hadn't entered since the night he'd died. Sam had been the one to discover he was gone--Sam had been the one who found his note. You'd cried yourself to sleep on the couch in the library, heart too broken to even move.
The next morning, you woke to Sam's shouts of your name, but nothing would prepare you for what happened next. Sam's frightened eyes met yours and all he said was "He's gone," before handing you a note.
It was Dean's handwriting. You were sure of it. All it said was "(Y/N), Sammy, let me go."
That was six weeks ago.
Simple as the request was, it wasn't something either you or Sam could do, nor could Castiel. The three of you loved that man too much to just let him go.
At this point, all you knew was Dean was gone and Crowley was with him. Dean's handwriting on the note was the only indicator he wasn't dead...but you'd watched him die. You'd held him in your arms. The only possible answer was that Crowley had gotten a demon to possess Dean's body and rode off into the sunset with him. What you didn't know was why.
**********
Torturing the demon hadn't exactly proven fruitful, but Sam did manage to find a case he thought was connected to Dean. He was convinced the death of a man named Drew Neely was related to demons--and possibly to the missing Winchester.
While it seemed like quite a stretch to you, you were willing to go with him to Wisconsin and find out what happened.
As per usual, you and Sam pretended to be FBI to get inside information on the investigation. Much to your surprise, when the local PD showed you and Sam security footage from the gas station where Drew Neely was murdered, you saw a very familiar face.
You'd know him anywhere--Dean Winchester, seemingly alive and well, being attacked by Drew Neely. You watched as Dean pulled the First Blade from inside his jacket and stabbed Neely repeatedly. As the other man died violently, you watched in horror as Dean's normally beautiful green eyes turned black as night.
You looked up at Sam, whose expression matched your own. It looked like Sam's suspicions were correct--Dean was in fact possessed by a demon. Your only thought was saving him, even though you knew you'd really only be saving his body. You'd be damned if you let some demon scum ride around in Dean's body forever.
When you left the station, Sam turned to you, eyes full of a mixture of sorrow and anger. "Wanna go to the gas station? See if there's anything there?"
You nodded, still a little too upset to do much talking. Sam placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. He knew full-well how difficult this whole thing was for you. This wasn't Sam's first experience with his brother's death, but it was a first for you. He could tell the loss was killing you slowly, especially with Dean's body being defiled by some demon asshole.
When you arrived at the gas station, you were both surprised when the clerk handed you Neely's phone. You wondered why he hadn't given it over to the police, but at the moment, you couldn't be bothered to care. You wanted answers and this phone might be the key.
"There's a text from a number not saved in the contacts," Sam said as he scrolled through the phone's contents.
You leaned forward to look at the screen. "An Abbadon loyalist," you mumbled. "Lovely. But who the hell told Neely Dean was even here?"
Sam shrugged as he pressed the call button, dialing the number on the screen. "Only one way to find out."
When the voice on the other end of the phone answered, the rage that had been simmering inside of you for 6 weeks finally overflowed. "Crowley, you son of a bitch!" you yelled.
The chuckle on the other end did nothing to ease your anger. "Well hello (Y/N). I was wondering when I'd hear from you. Can I assume your avenging Moose is there too?"
You were about to tear into Crowley, but Sam placed a firm hand on your shoulder and shook his head. You clamped your mouth shut so tightly your jaw began to ache.
"Where the hell is my brother, you son of a bitch?"
"Maybe if you were nicer to me, I'd help you."
"Why don't you just start by telling us why you sent an Abbadon loyalist after Dean in the first place?" you growled.
"How else was I supposed to keep the bloodlust at bay? The Mark wants what the Mark wants."
You inhaled sharply, the ache in your chest intensifying at his words. Even in death, the damn Mark of Cain was still torturing Dean.
"Where are you?" Sam tried again.
"Oh please, Samuel, as if I'm going to tell you. Your brother and I are having a grand ol' time together. I quite like this version of him. I'm sure you and (Y/N) are jealous over our new relationship, but I simply can't be bothered to care."
"If Dean wasn't possessed, there's no way he'd be with you," you seethed.
Crowley's laughter echoed through the phone, sending cold shivers down your back. "You think he's possessed? That's not how the Mark works, sweetheart."
The condescension in his tone made you want to crawl through the phone and rip his throat out, but you managed to bite your tongue.
"The Mark twists the soul--darkening it with each kill--until all that remains is darkness," Crowley gloated. "So you see, Dean isn't possessed by a demon, he is one. Not just any demon eitherâa knight of hell."
You took a step back, suddenly feeling incredibly nauseous. Out of all the scenarios that had run through your mind when Dean went missing, this wasn't one of them. There was no worse way to dishonor his memory--his legacy--than this.
You vaguely heard Sam yelling into the phone, but your mind was spinning too quickly for you to comprehend a single word. Your entire world had just been tipped on its head and you weren't sure how to find solid ground again.
You doubled over, breath coming out in painful heaves. Bile rose in the back of your throat and you found yourself hurling the limited amount of food you'd eaten all over the sidewalk.
You felt Sam's strong, comforting hand on your back as he tried to calm you. After several more dry heaves, you managed to stand back up, eyes bloodshot from the exertion.
Sam's gaze was gentle, but you could see the pain in his eyes. As much as you loved Dean, you knew Sam loved him just as much. You couldn't afford to break down now--not when the two people you loved most in this world needed you.
"I'm sorry," you whispered.
"No need to apologize, (Y/N/N). This is a lot to take in."
You simply nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.
"I think I know how to find them."
Your head snapped up, meeting Sam's gaze with hope for the first time in weeks. "How?"
"I think I can track Crowley's phone."
You shot Sam a weak grin. "Thank god you're a genius. Let's go."
Before heading to Crowley's last known location, you and Sam discussed your findings thus far. You now knew Dean wasn't technically dead--which meant there was a slight chance you could use the ritual you'd tried on Crowley over a year ago.
There was a chance you could make Dean human again--and it was a risk you were more than willing to make. Knowing Dean was still in there--still alive--made you more reckless than you'd ever been. You were determined to bring him home, no matter the cost.
**********
You and Sam decided to split up, determining you had more of a shot at bringing Dean home that way. Sam went one route and you went the other, stealing a car to make your journey.
You didnât realize it, but this decision would result in a cascade of events that would put you right in the crosshairs of the demon your husband had becomeâalone.
As you sped along the dark highway towards the Black Spur, you were left with nothing to do but listen to the thoughts swirling around your mind. Without Sam there to keep you occupied, your inner turmoil had begun to rear its ugly head.
Out of all the things youâd expected to happen when Dean died, becoming a demon had not been among them. Being possessed was one thingâbeing a demon was another thing entirely.
You knew exactly how Dean would feel about it, if heâd actually had the ability to feel, and it broke your heart. He was the strongest man youâd ever known, but this would break him. Even worse, you couldnât even begin to imagine what you would feel when you found him.
You loved Dean Winchester with every part of your soul. He was your best friend, your lover, your partner, your husband. He was the man who never failed to make you laugh or bring a smile to your face. He held you when you cried, took care of you when you were hurt, and made love to you like you were the only thing tethering him to earth. But you knew that man was goneâall that remained was the beautiful body that once held the most incredible soul youâd ever known.
You felt the tears well up in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Crying wouldnât fix things and youâd done more than enough of that in the last month. Instead, you focused on what you were going to do when you found Dean.
You had no idea how you were going to convince him to come back to the bunker with you. You werenât even sure he wouldnât kill you if you tried to force him. Youâd come prepared, but you would die before killing him. End of the day, he was Deanâsomewhere inside him was the man you loved.
Part of you hoped Sammy would get there firstâthat heâd be the one to find Dean. Then heâd be faced with the decision of what to do next, sparing you the pain. You knew that wasnât fair, but if you were being honest, you didnât trust yourself to do this alone. One single look at his face could very well be your undoing.
You sighed quietly and glanced at your GPS. Only a couple hours to go before you would find out for yourself.
Unbeknownst to you, Sam had managed to get himself kidnapped when his car broke down on the way to the Black Spur, which meant he most definitely would not be beating you there. Unfortunately for you, that meant confronting Dean would be entirely on your shoulders--a weight you certainly didn't wish to carry.
**********
A few hours later, you arrived at the Black Spur, unsurprised and maybe a bit relieved to see that Dean was no longer there. You talked to the bouncer Dean had beat the shit out of the night before, so you knew you weren't very far behind him.
What you didn't know was Crowley and Dean had a rather intense falling out due to Dean's ever-growing aggressive behavior and complete and utter lack of respect for Crowley.
After leaving the Black Spur, you decided to stop at a motel, get some sleep, and wait for Sam. You'd tried calling him to no avail and you were starting to worry, but you knew Sam could take care of himself.
You'd just managed to fall asleep when your phone rang. It was Sam.
"Everything alright?" you asked.
"Got kidnapped by some guy named Cole."
"Sorry, what?"
"Apparently Dean killed his dad when he was a teenager and now he wants revenge. He kidnapped me hoping I would tell him where Dean was. He admitted he was trying to get us both, but he hadn't expected us to split up."
"Great. Just what we need. Some random human hunting the best hunter-turned-demon in history."
Sam sighed his agreement. "Cole called Dean...and he actually answered."
"What?!"
"Told him he'd kill me if Dean didn't give himself up."
You paused for a moment, breath caught in your chest. "And?"
"He refused. Told Cole he'd given me explicit instructions to let him go--and it was my fault for not listening to him," Sam said with a huff. "Then he told Cole if he killed me, he'd hunt him down and kill him."
You chuckled dryly. "That actually sounds like Dean."
Sam chuckled softly with you. "Yeah...it does."
You could hear the sorrow in his voice and you knew it matched your own. Seeing even the slightest sliver of your Dean in this demon version was beyond painful.
"I managed to get away while he was distracted. I'm on my way to the Black Spur now," Sam said after a few moments.
"He's not here. I've looked."
You could almost hear Sam's chest deflate as the hope left him. "Any sign of where they might've gone next?"
"No," you answered softly. "And Crowley turned his damn phone off."
Sam sighed heavily. "We'll find him, (Y/N)."
You wanted to believe him--wanted to have that kind of faith, but you'd lost steam. There wasn't a trail to follow, and even if there was, you weren't sure you should follow it. Dean had left Sam to die all because he'd ignored Dean's instructions. What would he do to you if you found him?
You ignored the tightening in your chest, pushing down your emotions as deeply as you could before wrapping up your call. You told Sam what motel you were in and that you'd see him in a couple hours.
You'd just laid back down when there was a knock at your door. You grabbed your gun and slipped an angel blade into the waistband of your pants before moving towards the door. When you looked through the peephole, your eyes nearly popped out of your skull.
You ripped open the door with surprising force, angel blade pointing at the visitor's throat.
"Watch where you're pointing that thing," Crowley grumbled.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now."
"Because I know where your husband is."
Your expression softened slightly, but the blade remained pressed to his neck. "Are you going to tell me or do I need to beat it out of you."
Crowley laughed mirthlessly. "Oh please, (Y/N). We all know you aren't capable of torture."
He was right, of course, but you would never admit it. Instead, you narrowed your eyes and pressed the blade a little more firmly into his skin.
The demon winced and threw up his hands in surrender. "Fine! I'll tell you. Just put that thing down."
You remained still for a moment before stepping back and allowing him entry into your room. You closed the door behind him, keeping the blade securely in your hand. "Talk."
"It's more that I know how to find him and less that I know where he is."
You clenched your jaw, feeling the simmering rage begin to boil. "This entire thing is your fault, Crowley, so if you want to stay alive, I suggest you speak plainly."
"We're not exactly on good terms at the moment."
Your eyes scanned his face and a small smirk appeared on yours. "He get tired of you?"
Crowley's eyes narrowed. "We had a disagreement over how to handle his bloodlust. Plus, he's even more arrogant than he was as a human."
Your heart clenched at the word 'bloodlust'. You'd hoped it had subsided in his death, but that damn Mark wouldn't quit until it took every last vestige of humanity left in Dean.
"Fine, so he left your ass in the dust. How do you plan to find him?"
"I have several demons watching his every move. I can't have him making too much of a mess. His type of chaos is bad for business."
"Then make a call and tell me where he is."
"Happily," Crowley paused. "On one condition."
"There it is," you grumbled.
"It's a simple request, really. All I want in return is the First Blade."
"Why?"
"I have my reasons, and I'm quite certain you don't want it in Dean's hands."
You thought about it for a few moments. "If you screw me over, I will burn your sordid kingdom to the ground around you before killing you in the most painful way possible."
Crowley almost seemed impressed. "I think you've spent a little too much time with Dean."
"Not nearly enough," you mumbled under your breath. "Do we have an understanding?"
"I tell you where to find Dean, you give me the Blade."
"You take me to Dean, I give you the Blade," you countered.
A look of fear flashed across his face. "I'd really rather not."
"I don't give a damn. You made this mess, so you're gonna help us out of it."
Crowley sighed. "Fine."
You grabbed your phone off the nightstand, but Crowley interrupted you before you could dial.
"What are you doing?"
"Calling Sam."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why the hell not?"
"You will have better luck persuading Dean than Sam will. You've never once betrayed Dean--never let him down. Sam cannot say the same. As such, it's likely Dean will be more likely to have a soft spot for you, even now."
You contemplated his words for several moments, before shaking your head. "Sam's his brother. He needs to know."
Crowley snapped his fingers, sending your phone flying across the room and into the wall with shocking speed, shattering it instantly.
"You son of a bitch!"
"You want my help? We go alone. Sam can catch up."
You glared at him in annoyance, before sighing quietly. "Fine. But I'm driving."
**********
"A piano bar?" you asked in surprise as you parked across the street.
"That's what they said."
Your eyes scanned the street before landing on a familiar black Chevy Impala. Your heart skipped a beat, knowing you were about to come face to face with your worst nightmare.
Crowley's gaze followed yours and he hummed quietly. "As I said, he's here."
"Get out," you hissed. "You're coming in too."
"Pardon?"
"Do you want the Blade, Crowley? Then get out of the damn car."
He huffed, but did as you said. You gestured for him to walk ahead of you, effectively blocking you from sight from the inside of the bar.
The moment Crowley entered, Dean felt his presence. "Didn't expect you to come back," he stated as he sipped some whiskey.
Hearing his voice sent a wave of emotion through your body, having not heard it in weeks.
Dean seemed to realize Crowley wasn't alone and you heard him inhale deeply. "I'd know that scent anywhere." He finally turned around to face the two of you. "(Y/N)."
"Hello Dean," you said softly, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. The idea he could smell you from several feet away was both a reminder of who he'd become, and an uncomfortable turn-on.
Dean glared at Crowley, realizing he had given his location up. Before he could say anything to him, you stepped forward, causing Dean's gaze to snap back to you.
"I suggest you run before I rip your heart out and feed it to you," you growled under your breath, not sparing another look in Crowleyâs direction.
Crowley immediately stepped back, exiting the bar as quickly as possible.
"I didn't think you'd be foolish enough to work with Crowley," Dean said lowly.
"Means to an end."
"Hmm." He took a long drink of his whiskey before placing the empty glass on the counter. "I'm surprised you're here alone."
"Glad you asked--Sam's fine. No thanks to you."
Dean's eyes narrowed and he stood up, taking a step towards you. "I gave both of you very explicit instructions to let me go. What happens to you when you disobey is not my fault."
You inhaled sharply, body reacting to his words without approval from your brain. You clenched your jaw, trying to appear calmer than you felt.
Dean had always been extremely perceptive, and his demon abilities only heightened it. He took another predatory step towards you. "I can see your turmoil, sweetheart--you want me and you hate yourself for it."
You scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself--you're not Dean."
He laughed and the sound sent chills down your spine. "That's where you're wrong--I'm 100% Dean, just the new and improved version."
You felt a pang in your chest. "I'll have to disagree on the 'improved' part."
Dean started to slowly circle you, like a predator hunting his prey. "Aren't you the least bit curious, (Y/N)?" Each ring brought him closer and closer to you, until you could feel his body heat enveloping you. "Don't you want to know about all the things I can do now? All the ways I can wreck that pretty little body of yours?"
You felt his breath on the back of your neck--and you were embarrassed when your lips parted and your own breathing sped up.
"I can hear your heart racing, sweetheart." The pet name dripped with condescension--his voice low and gruff, barely above a growl. You felt a wave of arousal rush to your core, thighs rubbing together on instinct.
The movement didn't go unnoticed by Dean, who let out a dark chuckle. His lips brushed against your ear as he inhaled deeply. "I can smell how badly you want me, (Y/N)."
His hand gripped your hip tightly, pulling you back so you were flush against his front. You felt his hard length pressing into you through his jeans, a soft needy sound escaping your lips.
Suddenly he pulled away, leaving you feeling vulnerable and embarrassed. He might be wearing your husband's face, but he was a demon for christ's sake! You should be as far from turned on as humanly possible.
He came to a stop in front of you, close enough to touch you, but far enough to allow you some clarity. "I imagine you came here to talk me into coming home?"
You didn't bother to reply, it was obvious he could read you as well as he did as a human.
"If I'd wanted to be human again, I wouldn't have left. I'm as familiar with the cure as you are, sweetheart--and it's not worth it to me. I like who I am--I like being a demon. All that baggage I carried as a human? It's gone--I've never felt more free, (Y/N), and I'm not giving that up."
Much to Dean's surprise, your expression morphed into quiet understanding, eyes softening as you watched him closely. He felt uncomfortable under your gaze, so he flashed his eyes black in an attempt to regain control of the situation.
You winced slightly, hating seeing those demon eyes obscuring the brilliant green you loved so much. Your expression, however, remained soft. "Your life wasn't easy," you murmured gently. "There was a lot of heartbreak, pain, and loss...not to mention the weight of the entire world on your shoulders for most of your adult life. I can understand why you'd prefer this...you no longer have to give a damn."
Dean wanted to be annoyed--he wanted to be angry, his need for control surging inside him. Instead, he found himself stepping closer to you again--drawn to your soft eyes and sweet expression. Somewhere deep inside, emotions began to stir.
What had once been a deep, unending love for you, had turned to a lust so powerful, it threatened to devour you both. His eyes turned back to green, but the irises were barely visible around his widened pupils. His gaze was hungry, the predatory look having returned with a vengeance.
"How 'bout we go back to my room?" he purred lowly.
You knew you should say no--you shouldn't go anywhere alone with him, but you couldn't bring yourself to deny him.
"Are you afraid of me, (Y/N)?"
"You're a knight of hell," you whispered. "I'd have to be a fool not to be."
He smirked coldly. "Do you think I'm going to hurt you, sweetheart?"
Despite the darkness within him--despite what he had become--you believed in your heart he would never hurt you.
"No," you murmured honestly.
His smirk widened, rough fingers reaching out to grip your jaw tightly. "Oh I will hurt you, baby--but only in the ways you like."
You inhaled sharply, a wave of arousal dampening your panties even further. Your lips parted slightly, eyes never leaving his.
"You're coming with me," he growled possessively, hand gripping your wrist tightly as he dragged you to the door.
He pulled you roughly out onto the sidewalk and practically dragged you to the Impala, pulling the door open and shoving you into the passenger seat.
His aggression was a turn-on, none of his actions thus far having hurt you. You were certain you'd have bruising on your wrist from where he grabbed you, but you were completely fine with it.
He drove in silence at a speed that sent little waves of terror through you. The hotel he was staying at wasn't far, but he still made it there in record time. It was a much nicer place than the ones you usually stayed in, but you weren't surprised that Dean's tastes had become a little more bougie.
He dragged you into the elevator, pulling your back flush against his chest, hands gripping your upper arms like iron vices. You squirmed slightly and he let out a low growl, grip tightening.
"You move like that again and I'm gonna fuck you in this damn elevator," he hissed.
Part of you was into it, but you also didn't want to get caught fucking your demon husband in a public elevator. So you remained as still as possible until the doors opened on his floor and he pulled you down the hall to his room.
Once inside, Dean slammed the door with force, pinning you up against it so your cheek was pressed into it. His body was molded up against yours and his hot breath fanned across your neck. You felt his teeth scrape your pulse point, earning a low moan from you.
"You have one chance to get out of this," he growled. "One chance to say no and walk away before I fucking devour you."
If you'd had any sense, you would have ran away and never looked back, but you were already too far gone. He might not be the Dean you married, but he was still Dean--just the much darker, much wilder version.
"Fuck me, Dean," you begged softly.
He groaned lowly. "Oh I'm gonna do so much more than that sweetheart."
He ground his bulge into your back and bit into the soft flesh in the crook of your neck, causing you to whimper slightly.
"Wanna know the best part about being a demon?" he purred in your ear as he tugged your head back by your hair so he could see your eyes.
You nodded your head as best you could and waited for him to continue.
"I can have multiple orgasms and I've got the stamina of a god," he murmured. "I can fuck you all night long if I want to--and damnit I want to."
He spun you around quickly, slamming you against the wall beside the door. His lips were on yours immediately, tongue invading your mouth before you could even process what was happening.
You whimpered softly as his lips left yours and he began to kiss and nip his way across your jaw, down your throat, and to your collarbone. He wasn't being gentle, but you still found yourself wanting more--needing more.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, unused to the longer locks. It gave you more to grab, giving you a firmer grip on his head--and you loved it. If the groan that left Dean's mouth was any indication, he loved it too.
You felt his hands grasping at the front of your shirt before ripping it right in half. You yelped in surprise, but he ignored you, instead grabbing the edges of your bra and tugging them down to reveal your breasts.
"Oh, I missed these," Dean murmured before leaning back down to pull your nipple into his mouth. He used both hands to massage your breasts harshly, fingertips pinching at your exposed nipple while he nipped and sucked on the other.
You were panting heavily--almost to an embarrassing degree given how little this man had actually done to you. You found yourself falling into a familiar role with him, though he was much rougher than you were accustomed to.
When he switched to suck on your other breast, he slipped one hand down your stomach to the top of your jeans. He unfastened them easily before sliding his hand into them to cup your very wet pussy.
You felt Dean's smirk against your breast a moment before he lifted his head to look at your face. "Your panties are soaked," he groaned. "How long have you been thinking about me fucking you senseless?"
Your eyes weren't entirely focused on him and you didn't respond right away, so he grabbed your chin tightly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You respond when I ask you a question."
You gasped softly before whimpering out an answer, "Since I saw you in the bar."
He gave you a look clearly indicating his disbelief. "Really?" His fingers pressed more firmly against your pussy, brushing against your clit purposefully. He ignored your soft moan, but you saw the smirk in his eyes. "You didn't imagine me fucking you while you played with your pretty pussy? Don't lie to me, sweetheart, I know you can't go almost 2 months without an orgasm."
You shook your head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your honest response.
His eyes flashed black and your heart leapt into your throat, a surge of fear sweeping through you. "Don't be a brat, (Y/N)," he growled. "You know what will happen."
Under normal circumstances, you'd play into the bratty role--it always got Dean riled up. But this wasn't a normal situation and he wasn't the normal Dean. Dean had always been a very loving and affectionate dom, but you knew demon Dean was about as far from loving and affectionate as one could be. You didn't want to see exactly how far he'd go if you pushed his buttons.
"I'm sorry," you whispered.
"Answer my question."
"I did imagine you," you said so softly he almost didn't hear you.
He pretended to have missed your words and he leaned in closer. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you."
"I imagined you," you said again, slightly louder.
"I know." He simultaneously bit into your neck and rubbed his fingers against your clothed clit, eliciting a wanton moan from your lips.
"There are lots of women in this world that'll fall right into my bed with a single look from me, but not a single one has a pussy like yours. Been dreamin' of it for weeks."
His words hurt you, but you pushed those feelings aside and tried to focus on the positive of the backhanded compliment he'd just given you.
He suddenly stepped back, leaving you completely untethered and weaker than you'd expected. Had the wall not been right behind you, you'd be on the floor right now.
His eyes roamed your disheveled body hungrily, possessively. He backed up towards the bed, taking off his shirt as he went. He sat down on the edge, eyes still glued to your body. "Come here."
You did as he asked, too afraid to disobey him.
"Strip."
You started to remove your clothes quickly, but his gravelly voice stopped you. "Slower."
You very slowly removed each article of clothing until you were completely bare. While you'd been naked hundreds of times in front of Dean, this time was different. You felt self-conscious under his hard gaze, afraid he wouldn't like what he saw.
He seemed to sense your discomfort, and to your surprise he assuaged it instantly. "Becoming a demon didn't make me stop loving that body of yours, sweetheart. It's still my favorite thing in the world."
You relaxed instantly, feeling pleased that he liked your body so much. A soft voice in the back of your mind pointed out he'd said your body was his favorite, not you--but you pushed that thought aside for the sake of your heart.
He spread his legs wide and leaned back on his hands, appreciative gaze roaming your exposed flesh. "Now, show me how you like your pretty pussy to be touched."
You bit your lip, keeping your eyes locked on his face as you slid one hand to your breasts and the other to your aching pussy. Dean's eyes watched as you slipped your fingers between your folds, a soft gasp escaping your lips.
You toyed with your clit gently, little moans and whimpers filling the room. You watched as Dean removed his belt and stood up to take off his jeans and underwear. When you finally got a good view of his cock you moaned a little louder, and his eyes flicked up to your face. He smirked when he realized what had caused that noise to come out of your mouth.
He stepped towards you, gripping his large cock firmly in his dominant hand, stroking it slowly. Your own hand had slowed nearly to a stop, but Dean wouldn't have any of that. "Did I say you could stop?"
You quickly sped back up, wanting to please him with an unhealthy level of desperation.
"You're such a good girl for me. My little slut," he said lowly. "Saw the way you looked at my cock, baby--bet you want it in your mouth."
You nodded rapidly.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against yours. "On your knees."
You dropped to your knees instantly, ready and willing to give him want he asked for.
"Open your mouth. Now."
Your mouth opened obediently, waiting for his next move.
"You gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?"
You nodded eagerly.
"So fucking sexy like this," he murmured. "Gonna make you choke on my cock."
He gave no further warning before grabbing the back of your head and tugging you down onto his cock. You gagged as his large member slammed into the back of your throat, a burning sensation accompanying it.
His hips moved rapidly as he fucked your face harshly--it was as if you were an inanimate object, only there to give him pleasure.
This level of roughness was new for you, and you were surprised to find how much you were enjoying it. Your eyes watered, spit dribbled down your jaw, and your pussy dripped.
The ache was almost unbearable, so you slipped a hand between your legs to provide yourself some relief.
Dean's observant gaze saw the action and he grinned. "Such a dirty little slut aren't you? Getting off on sucking my cock."
You moaned around him, pulling a surprised groan from deep in his throat. He gripped your head tighter, thrusts speeding up. "Fuck--love this mouth," he ground out.
The force of his thrusts made you pause your own ministrations, attention focused solely on the intensity of his motions. You gripped his strong thighs tightly, nails digging into the soft flesh.
"Oh fuck yes--gonna cum in this sweet little mouth, baby."
You moaned in response.
"Yeah? You want that? Want me to cum down your throat?"
You moaned again and tried to nod.
"How could I deny my little slut?" His grip tightened even further on your head, pulling your hair painfully. With one final thrust, he spilled his load into your mouth, hot ropes of cum filling your throat.
You swallowed every drop he gave you, knowing he'd certainly punish you if even a single drop left your mouth.
Even Dean had to admit, he hadn't had an orgasm that good since he'd become a demon--and watching you swallow all of his cum like that had him wanting more. "Greedy, are we?"
You licked your lips as you looked up at him. "I can't help it. You just taste so good."
He was taken aback by your statement, cock twitching in response. Perks of being a demon, he thought to himself. Already ready for round two. "On the bed, feet off the end."
You got up and laid down on the bed, face up. You weren't moving quickly enough for Dean, so he grabbed your ankles and roughly pulled you towards him. Your ass was now hanging off the bed slightly and your pussy was at the perfect height for him to enjoy from his knees.
There was something incredibly thrilling about seeing Dean on his knees for you. While it wasn't the first time, you doubted demon Dean was the kind of man who'd get on his knees for anyone.
"Now I'm gonna eat this pretty pussy of yours until I get my fill, understand? If you try to stop me, you will be punished."
"Yes, Dean."
"Good girl," he mumbled. He spread your legs as wide as they would go and breathed deeply. He licked his lips subconsciously before diving into you.
As always, Dean knew exactly what to do to drive you wild--he'd learned how to read your body years ago. His tongue felt incredible, large and flat, licking from the bottom of your pussy to the top, giving your clit a gentle flick, then repeating.
You shifted your hips, trying to get him to speed up, which he ignored. Instead, he laid his arm across your lower belly, holding you in place so he could continue his work.
After several more moments of this agonizing pace, he finally relented, lips wrapping around your clit to suck it into his mouth. You cried out in pleasure, legs already beginning to shake.
His motions were rhythmic, sucking your clit and licking it intermittently, as if he couldn't decide which one he preferred. As your moans grew in intensity, he knew you were getting closer. He had plans for you this evening--and your first orgasm of the night was going to be from his mouth and nothing else.
Your fingers had tangled in his hair and you were desperately trying to grind yourself against his face, but his arm prevented you from moving. He switched to focus all of his attention on your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue at an insane rate of speed.
You cried out as you came, the orgasm breathtaking in its intensity and pleasure. Dean worked you through the high, but didn't make any signs of stopping.
You remembered his words from earlier, so you kept your mouth shut even though the sensitivity was overwhelming.
When he felt your body begin to relax and the soft moans began to leave your lips again, he slowed his pace way down. He wanted to take his time now, enjoying your taste and the sweet sounds you made for him.
He slid two of his fingers into you, pressing gently against your g-spot before sliding them back out. His tongue laved at your clit, moans of his own giving it the slightest vibrations.
When your pussy started clenching tightly around his fingers and your breathing had become more labored, he sped up. He sucked and licked at your clit, nipping ever so gently at the hood, causing you to yelp softly.
Your fingers had once again found their way to his hair and you were holding on for dear life. You felt your orgasm building--it was so close. You voiced as much to Dean, even though he was already very aware.
You were just about to reach your peak when Dean suddenly slowed down--to an agonizingly slow pace.
"No, no, no--please!" you begged.
Dean ignored your pleas, opting to focus on his activities instead. He sped up just a tiny bit, building your orgasm back up.
The louder your moans became, the faster Dean went. Your orgasm was approaching once again and you begged Dean not to stop.
You were a second away from your orgasm when Dean once again slowed his motions. You cried out in anguish as the blissful feeling faded away.
"Please, Dean," you whimpered.
He lifted his head slightly, fingers still moving very slowly against your g-spot. "I'm not done with this pussy yet. Tastes too good for me to stop."
"But I need to cum," you cried.
"You'll cum when I let you cum," he said harshly.
His mouth dropped back to your pussy, focus once again on enjoying his feast.
Dean did this two more times--denying you an orgasm mere seconds before one was to occur. By this point, you were crying and begging him to just let you cum--you couldn't stand the ache any longer.
Dean decided he had listened to your babbling pleas for long enough. He pulled away from you, leaving you whimpering shamefully.
Dean laid down on the bed beside you. "Get up here. I'm not finished yet."
You were confused, so you didn't move fast enough for him. He smacked your breast harshly and you yelped in pain.
"I said, get up here. Now."
"I don't understand," you whimpered.
Dean sighed in exasperation. "Sit on my face so I can eat you properly."
It's not like you hadn't done this with him before. It was something you'd always known Dean enjoyed, but your brain was so fuzzy with need, it hadn't even crossed your mind.
You pulled yourself up and straddled his head. He didn't wait for you to sit down, he simply grabbed your hips and tugged you down to his waiting mouth.
You moaned in pleasure instantly, the sound spurring him on. He knew you were in for an incredibly intense orgasm and he was dying to taste it--to feel you coat his mouth and face with your sweet juices.
He had you on the brink in an embarrassingly short amount of time, but you couldn't be bothered to feel any shame. You were grinding down on his face, using him for your own pleasure.
You prayed he wouldn't stop this time--the need to cum so overwhelming it was painful. You were gripping onto the headboard for support as you rode his face, moans slowly rising in pitch as you neared climax.
Dean's fingers dug into your upper thighs and hips so tightly there were sure to be bruises. He could tell you were close, so he sped up his motions, desperate for you to cum.
"Dean--I-I'm gonna--"
You finally came with a scream of his name--the sound so loud it likely woke the entire hotel. Your legs shook violently, the pleasure so blinding you nearly blacked out.
It wasn't until you felt someone lifting you and laying you on your back that you started to become aware of your surroundings again.
Dean watched you, a satisfied smirk on his handsome face. He reached out and brushed your hair from your face where it had stuck to your sweaty skin. It was an oddly affectionate gesture for a demon.
He waited patiently for you to re-acclimate to your surroundings--come back down to earth, as it were. When your pretty (y/e/c) eyes met his, you smiled, forgetting for a moment that he was anything but the man you loved.
"That was...in-incredible," you mumbled breathlessly.
He grinned. "Happy to be of service."
You smiled in return, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm your racing heart.
Dean crawled on top of you, arms on either side of your body, ensuring you couldn't get away. "I'm no where near done with you yet."
"You give me another orgasm like that and you just might kill me."
He grinned wolfishly, eyes darkening with lust. "Oh sweetheart...you have no idea what I could do to you."
You weren't sure if it was a threat or a promise, but you were incredibly turned-on by it. Dean could see the rapid rise and fall of your chest beneath him...and he knew his words had the desired effect.
He grabbed his cock and rubbed it very gently between your folds. You inhaled sharply at the sensation.
"Do you want my cock?"
You nodded rapidly.
"Come on baby, I wanna hear you say it."
"I want your cock."
"Good girl," he murmured, repeating his earlier motion. "Now beg for it."
Your eyes widened and he gave you a warning look. You knew you had to beg or else. "I want your cock so badly."
"Mhmm."
"I need it."
"Keep going."
"I...I wanna feel you inside me."
"Come on, sweetheart," he chided. "I know you can do better than that."
"I want you to fuck me, Dean. Please--I need you."
He slipped the tip of his cock into you and you whimpered softly. "Give me a little more, baby."
"I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name," you begged. "I'll be so good for you--I promise."
He plunged into you without warning, sheathing himself deep in your warm, wet heat. "That's my good girl," he moaned.
He started to move slowly, in and out, each direction painfully slow. "My god have I missed this pussy," he said as if to himself.
You whined beneath him, hoping he'd get the hint and pick up the pace.
He looked down at your needy expression and smirked. "Patience, baby. I'll make those knees weak--don't you worry."
He leaned down to kiss you roughly, one hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back slightly as he deepened the kiss. His thrusts started to speed up, matching the pace he'd set with his tongue in your mouth.
After several moments, he pulled himself up, grabbing your legs and putting one on each side of his head. The new position allowed him to hit that spot so deep inside you, you'd thought it was a myth until you met him.
He began to piston in and out of you, each thrust hard and fast. Each time he'd pull almost all the way out slowly before slamming back into you with force--cock brushing up against your cervix with each thrust.
It didn't take long before you were a whimpering, moaning mess beneath him. He loved seeing how fucked out you were--knowing that it was all because of him.
"Whose pussy is this?"
Your eyes shot open. "Yours!" you gasped.
"That's right, baby. Mine," he growled. "No one gets to touch you like this but me."
"No one," you confirmed breathlessly.
His eyes flashed black. "I'll kill anyone who even looks at you like he wants to fuck you."
You inhaled sharply. Dean had always been a very protective man--possessive even--but this was a whole new level. You had no doubt in your mind that he was completely serious. He would most certainly murder a man for daring to have so much as an unclean thought about you.
It probably shouldn't have turned you on, but it did--his possessive nature infinitely more intense now that he was a demon. Your pussy clenched down tightly around him, signaling how much you liked his words.
"That turns you on, huh? You like the thought of me owning you? Owning this pussy?"
"Yes!" you cried out as he continued to pound into you.
"Lucky for you, I'm never letting you go again," he growled. His thrusts were fast and hard, his focus on feeling you cum around his cock.
His words had an immediate effect on you, his possessiveness almost affectionate in that moment. It was exactly what you needed to fall over the edge with a low moan of his name.
"Fuck!" he groaned as he tried to maintain his speed. Your pussy was squeezing him so tightly he could barely move. "Jesus, baby--gotta stop squeezing me like that."
"Sorry," you whimpered, trying to relax your body.
Dean's hips began to move again and he leaned forward to kiss your jawline. "Don't apologize--not your fault this pussy feels so fuckin' good--made for me."
You gasped softly, skin flushing at his praise.
He pulled out of you without warning and roughly flipped you onto your stomach. His palm landed on your ass with a firm smack, causing you to jump slightly.
"Lift your hips," he ordered.
You did as he asked and he slid into you, immediately setting a brutal pace. He alternated between smacking your ass, pulling your hair, and gripping your hips so you couldn't move.
Your pussy pulsed and fluttered around his cock, the pleasure becoming unbearable. "Dean--s-so close," you moaned.
"I know--you're squeezing me so tight," he replied through gritted teeth. "But don't you dare cum until I give you permission."
"But, I--"
He grabbed you by the hair, tugging you up so your back was pressed against his chest. He nipped at your ear and pressed his hand firmly against your neck--not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know he could.
His voice was low and demanding when he spoke again, "Be a good girl for me, (Y/N), and I won't have to hurt you. But if you disobey me, I will take everything I want and give you nothing, do you understand?"
"Yes," you whispered breathily.
"Good." He released you suddenly, letting your body fall back onto the bed as he renewed his painful thrusts.
You used all of your concentration to focus on not cumming until he allowed you to, but the more time passed, the more painful it was not to orgasm.
"Dean, please--I-I can't t-take it," you cried.
"Yes you can, baby. You're already taking my cock so well."
"Ne-need to cum," you begged.
Dean thought about it for a moment and made a decision. His hips slowed and he leaned forward to speak close to your ear. "You can cum after I do."
You whimpered, head nodding your agreement.
Dean's hands gripped onto your hips, holding them in place as he pistoned in and out of you, chasing his own high. He heard your desperate whimpers and felt your pussy spasming around him, but all he cared about was his release.
His hips began to falter as pleasure licked up his spine moments before he came with a guttural groan, spilling his seed deep inside you.
The moment you felt his cum begin to fill you up, your own orgasm crashed into you, making you cry out in pleasure.
Dean worked you through your high before pulling out of you and letting you collapse on the bed. His large body hovered over yours as he pressed kisses into your heated skin.
His cock was still throbbing with need, despite having just had an incredible orgasm. He knew you were exhausted, but he hadn't had his fill of you yet.
He rolled you back over and slid inside of you, slowly bottoming out with a breathless moan. You whimpered at the sensation, pussy too sensitive and overstimulated for another round.
"No--no more, Dean, please."
"I warned you, sweetheart...told you I wanted to fuck you all night."
"It--it's too much."
He slowly slid out of you and slowly slid back in. "I know you can take it."
You shook your head. "I can't--"
Dean grabbed your wrists and pulled them over your head, holding them tightly in place with one hand. The motion forced him lower, making his body weight press firmly against you.
His lips brushed against yours and his voice was almost pained when he whispered, "I'll be gentle."
You saw the need in his mossy green eyes and your resolve crumbled. You supposed you could allow him at least one more orgasm. "Alright," you murmured.
He smiled at you before kissing you deeply, thoroughly enjoying the taste and feel of you. His thrusts were slow and measured, much more gentle than they'd been before.
To your surprise, the friction wasn't as painful as you'd expected. In fact, you found yourself enjoying the slow feeling of his cock dragging against your walls, the thick vein on the underside throbbing inside you.
He let go of your wrists to hold himself up a little, allowing him more room to move. His eyes traced your face as he fucked you, the action incredibly intimate despite the situation.
After several minutes of gentle thrusts, Dean pulled himself up into a sitting position and pulled you along with him. You weren't strong enough to hold yourself up properly, but he was more than capable of keeping your body where he wanted it.
He leaned back, lying flat against the bed, with you now straddling him. You put your hands on his chest for leverage as you began to ride him.
Dean let out a soft moan, which you echoed when he pulled your hips down flush against his so you couldn't move. He pressed his hand firmly against your lower belly and you gasped in pleasure.
"You feel that, baby? Feel my cock so deep inside you? Feels so fuckin' good."
You nodded rapidly, not trusting your voice to actually speak.
Dean released your hips so you could move again, but his eyes didn't leave your body. "You look so fuckin' sexy riding me. Could stare at ya all night."
You blushed deeply, gaze pulling away from his bashfully.
He reached up and touched your cheek, pulling your face back towards him. "I like looking at you."
You bit your lip, but didn't turn away. Having demon Dean compliment you felt so incredibly different than what you were used to. It almost felt wrong to appreciate his words and his gaze--as if you were cheating on your husband. You knew you weren't really, but it still felt wrong.
After several more moments, Dean tired of the slowness of the pace. He grabbed you and pulled you down to him, wrapping his arms around you to hold you tightly. He planted his feet and began to piston up into you, sending shock waves of pain and pleasure through your body.
He loved the wrecked sounds coming from your mouth as he fucked up into you. He knew his current angle would hit your sweet spot with each thrust--and he knew you wouldn't be able to avoid another orgasm.
He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't want to feel you cum all over his cock again--the sensation was almost as incredible as his own orgasm. He found himself craving it with a desperation he didn't want to dive too deeply into.
"I know you're close, sweetheart," he murmured. "I can feel it--know you wanna cum around my cock."
Your moans and whimpers were all the confirmation he needed.
"You gonna cum for me, baby?"
"Please," was all you could manage to say.
"Cum for me."
His command sent you over the edge with shocking ease. You weren't certain you even had it in you to cum again, and the intensity of the orgasm surprised you.
Dean held on tightly as your body shook, your pussy clenching and unclenching around him as you squirted all over his lower body.
"Holy fuck, you're sexy," he groaned, an intense feeling of pride surging through his veins. He'd made you squirt before, but every single time felt like a gold fucking medal to him.
His thrusts became more sloppy as his own orgasm neared. He was so close he could practically taste it, but it was your aftershocks that finally had him exploding inside of you. He stopped moving, holding you tight to him as he emptied deep in your pussy.
He carefully rolled you over onto your back before sliding out of you. You whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, which made his chest swell with pride.
"Spread those pretty legs for me, baby--spread 'em nice and wide," he murmured, large hand gently rubbing your thighs. "Spread yourself open--wanna watch my cum leaking out of you."
You did as he asked, surprised to find yourself so turned-on by his request. You watched him stare at the apex of your thighs, your mixed spends dripping from your abused hole.
He licked his lips, gaze flickering back up to yours. "You're the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen."
You inhaled sharply, pleased by his praise. "Come here," you whispered, reaching for him.
You were surprised when he actually complied, crawling up your body and placing a soft kiss on to your lips, allowing you to run your hands through his hair affectionately.
After a few moments, Dean pulled away. "Why don't you get a little rest? You'll need your strength."
You looked at him in shock. "Strength for what?"
"You didn't think we were done, did you?"
"Dean, you can't possibly be serious!"
His eyes flashed black, reminding you exactly who and what you were dealing with. "I'm deadly serious."
You exhaled shakily as it finally dawned on you that you had no control over your current situation. Dean could do anything he wanted to you and there wouldn't be a damn thing you could do about it.
But that wasn't the concerning part. The concerning part was how little fear you felt. The idea of him being completely in control felt like a good thing...and that was what really scared you.
**********
You awoke several hours later to the feeling of Dean's rough hands on your soft skin. You were lying on your side, with him directly behind you. It had been a comfortable position to fall asleep in, but it seemed Dean now had a different idea.
You felt his cock tease your pussy and you whimpered softly.
"Need you just one more time," Dean murmured in your ear as he slid into you. He held you tightly against him, still spooning you as he began his gentle thrusts.
"Focus on how my cock feels in that tight little pussy of yours," he instructed. "I know you're sore, baby, but I'm gonna make you feel so good."
You'd lost count of the number of orgasms you'd had somewhere after the 7th one. You hadn't even known it was possible for the human body to have that many. Dean was right--you were sore, too sore to move, in fact.
"I've got you," he murmured, pressing his lips into your shoulder.
The intimacy of the moment surprised you and you weren't sure why Dean was being so soft. You leaned back into him, feeling the taunt muscles of his abdomen flex against you.
He took the movement as permission to continue what he was doing. He slid his hand farther down your body, slipping it between your legs to rub light circles on your swollen clit.
You gasped softly, nails digging into the flesh of his arm.
Dean shushed you gently. "Let me make you feel good--just relax."
You tried to do as he said, willing your overstimulated body to stop tensing.
As Dean continued his gentle thrusts and soft touches, you began to feel the familiar tightening deep in your abdomen. You focused on the feeling, on the need for a release as it rose within you.
"You're doing so good for me," Dean praised. "So sexy--with this fucking perfect pussy. Could stay here forever."
His murmured words of praise went straight to your core, causing it to tighten around him. He moaned softly, continuing his movements.
"Dean," you whispered. "I'm close."
He pressed his lips into your shoulder. "Let go for me, baby. I've got you."
For a moment--just a moment--you felt like you were making love to your Dean. The feeling was fleeting, but it gave you hope, even as it ripped your heart to pieces.
He knew exactly what to do to send your body into overdrive--he'd always known. He had you falling apart in minutes, soft cries of pleasure slipping past your tired lips.
"That's it, baby," Dean groaned. "Gonna fill you up."
Dean came for a final time, deep inside you. You'd lost track of his orgasms long before you'd lost track of your own.
He whispered your name softly, lips brushing against your skin sweetly.
He didn't pull out, but his cock finally began to soften--having reached the limit even for a demon.
After several minutes, he allowed you to pull away from him. You rolled over and quickly fell asleep, too exhausted to even exist for a moment longer.
**********
When you finally woke up, you weren't sure how much time had passed. Your entire body was sore, a dull ache from your head to your toes.
You pulled yourself up into a sitting position, glancing beside you to the empty bed. Your eyes flitted around the room, seeking any sign of Dean. His clothes were still strewn all over the floor, along with yours, but he could very well have put on fresh clothes.
You weakly pulled yourself out of the bed and slowly made your way to the bathroom, bladder pulsating painfully. After using the bathroom, you splashed cold water on your face, trying to revive yourself even a little.
You gazed at yourself in the mirror, taking in the various marks and bruises littering your skin. You would typically wear such marks like a badge of honor, but in this moment, you only felt shame.
You'd had explosive sex with a demon--not just any demon, a demon that used to be your husband. Your heart clenched as images flashing through your mind. You'd loved it in the moment, but now you felt incredibly guilty.
You couldn't help but wonder what Dean would think of you if you were able to make him human again. You were scared he'd be upset with you--ashamed even.
The sound of the hotel room door opening shook you from your thoughts. You grabbed the robe hanging on a hook in the bathroom and threw it on quickly, barely covering yourself before Dean came into view.
"Hey sweetheart," he said with a smile. "I brought food."
Surprise lit up your face as you stared at him. You hadn't been certain he'd come back, let alone bring you food. "Oh, umm...thank you."
He nodded and placed the bags on the small table. "You wanna take a shower first or eat first?"
You were still in shock from his behavior, but you managed to mumble, "Shower." You closed the door slowly and started the shower, but you didn't get in.
You took a moment to try and collect yourself, but you found it nearly impossible to relax. You sighed and dropped the robe from your body before stepping under the hot spray.
The calming feeling of the water washing over you brought you some relief--as if it was washing away your sins. It also gave you some clarity.
At the end of the day, he was still Dean--and you desperately wanted him back. If this was the only way to do it, then you just had to suck it up and do what needed to be done. If necessary, you'd beg for forgiveness later.
When you got out of the shower Dean was waiting for you at the table. You'd thrown the robe back on, having no other clothes with you.
You offered him a smile before going towards where your undergarments lay near the bed. You also picked up your jeans, but your shirt was completely ruined.
Dean's keen eyes followed you around the room, watching in silence. When you made it to the door where the remnants of your shirt lay, Dean chuckled lightly. "Why don't you wear one of mine, sweetheart?"
You held up the ripped fabric. "I don't think I have much of a choice."
He smiled and stood up, grabbing a clean flannel out of the duffle on the floor. He handed it to you and waited--as if he expected you to say something.
You looked down at the flannel in your hand and inhaled sharply. It was your favorite flannel of his--green and black in color, and incredibly soft from all the washes it had endured.
He saw the moment you recognized the shirt and he suddenly felt oddly nervous--he wanted you to be happy, as silly as that might be for a demon.
"I'll just go throw these on," you whispered.
Dean just nodded as you walked past him to the bathroom. You came out a few minutes later, fully clothed.
He let out a soft sound you could only describe as a low growl. "I love it when you wear my clothes."
You blushed. "You always did find it sexy."
He grinned darkly and took a step towards you, but you shook your head gently.
"My entire body is sore, Dean."
He pouted. "A kiss at least?"
You sighed. "Fine."
He leaned down to kiss you with shocking gentleness. It warmed you from the inside out.
"See? I can be gentle," Dean said with a smirk.
"Interesting for a demon," you mumbled, sitting down at the table.
You missed the look of hurt that crossed Dean's face at your words. He sat at the table across from you, expression impassive.
You started to eat, quickly discovering how hungry you really were. Dean watched you quietly, not particularly hungry himself. He noticed some marks on your exposed collarbone and throat and he felt an odd feeling in his chest. It made him extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn't quite place the feeling.
"Dean?" you asked softly.
His eyes refocused on your face. "Hmm?"
"I know what you're going to say, but will you please come back with me? Just--Just come home, Dean--please." You were more than ready to beg, but you found you didn't need to.
"Alright."
You'd opened your mouth for a rebuttal, but his voice stopped you--"What?"
"I'll come back with you."
Your face was a mixture of surprise and confusion. "I, uhh--I was expecting to have to beg you."
"No need," he commented. "After last night, I have no desire to be anywhere else."
"Anywhere else?"
"Perhaps I should have said with anyone else."
"Ahh. I see." Your heart fluttered slightly, even though the words came from a demon.
"So yes, I'll go back home with you...on one condition."
Your heart began to beat faster as you waited for him to continue.
"Under no circumstances will you ever force me to become human."
Your chest ached at his words, your eyes fluttered closed, and your breath exhaled slowly. Dean knew what he was asking of you--knew it was a lot deeper than a simple promise. "Don't make me promise that," you whispered.
Dean's eyes flicked to black and his expression hardened. "Promise me or leave. The choice is yours."
It felt as though time slowed around you. You had never once broken a promise to Dean--never. He knew you prided yourself on that--he knew you would never break one. You couldn't find it in yourself to betray him, even now.
"I have one condition of my own."
Dean raised a single eyebrow.
"I will make you that promise, if you give me the First Blade."
It was Dean's turn to be surprised. "Why?"
"You know why."
His eyes flicked back to green, but he looked annoyed. "And if I don't give it up?"
"Then I leave."
Dean weighed his options in silence. After a few moments, he got up and crossed the room towards the door where his jacket hung. He reached into the inside pocket and pulled out the First Blade.
You inhaled sharply, a ripple of fear surging through you.
He crossed the short distance back to you, placing the Blade on the table in front of you. You reached out for it, but his hand snapped forward and grabbed your arm.
"Do we have a deal?"
You exhaled heavily. "We have a deal."
"Say it."
"I promise I will never force you to become human again," you whispered.
He released your arm and smirked. He was obviously pleased with himself, even as you quite clearly ached from making such a promise.
You pulled the Blade towards you, keeping it as close to you as you could. You needed to call Crowley to come get the damn thing as soon as possible--you wanted it as far away from Dean as possible.
âMaybe we can leave when Iâm done eating?â
Dean just nodded. âBetter not tell Sam until we get there.â
You couldn't have told him even if you'd wanted to, given that Crowley had broken your phone, so you simply nodded your agreement.
Dean watched you in silence while you finished eating, his face completely unreadable. You were worried about what Dean was planning, but you were more worried about Sam's reaction to all of this.
**********
The drive back to the bunker was uneventful. Dean drove straight through the night, no need for sleep. You were still tired from your antics the day before, so you slept for a large portion of the drive.
Dean woke you 10 minutes before arrival. "How pissed you think Sammy's gonna be?" he asked.
"You left him to die, Dean--he's probably not gonna be excited to see you."
Dean shrugged. "I mean, he didn't die though."
You shot him a glare and he laughed. "It's not funny, Winchester."
"It's not, not funny."
You sighed. "Just let me do the talking, okay? He's not pissed at me."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "He's gonna be."
"Either way," you mumbled. "Just let me handle it."
"Fine."
Dean pulled in to the underground garage and you both got out of the car. You weren't sure if Sam would even be there--you hadn't spoken to him in a couple days. For all you knew, he could have been kidnapped a second time--or maybe he thought you were the one missing.
As you entered into the bunker properly, you found it very quiet and very empty.
"Looks like nobody's home," Dean commented.
"Sam's probably worried about me--god only knows where he is," you muttered. You turned to Dean. "Let me borrow your phone."
He eyed you warily. "What happened to yours?"
"Crowley broke it."
Dean's eyes narrowed, flashing black aggressively. "He what?"
"Easy there killer--he broke my phone, not me."
"I'll kill him."
"Get in line," you mumbled as you stuck out your hand. "Phone, please."
He handed you his phone and you immediately dialed the familiar number. Sam answered on the second ring, hope and surprise in his voice, "Dean?"
"No, it's me."
You heard relief in his voice when he spoke again. "Where the hell are you? Are you okay? I was seriously worried--" he paused, seemingly remembering whose phone you were using. "Are you with Dean?"
Dean leaned in over your shoulder to speak into the phone. "Hiya, Sammy."
You elbowed Dean lightly. "I'm fine, Sam, and yes, I'm with Dean."
"How--?"
"Crowley."
"Why the hell didn't you call me?"
"Also, Crowley. He busted my phone--hence why I'm using Dean's."
"Are you--are you safe?"
You looked over at Dean and sighed. "Yeah, I'm safe."
Sam sighed in relief. "Where are you--I'll come get you."
"We're, uhh--we're actually back home."
"What?"
"We're at the bunker."
"How the hell did you convince him to come back with you?"
"We can talk about that when you get here. Just come home."
"I'm on my way."
You hung up the phone and handed it back to Dean, who gave you a hungry look.
"So...what should we do while we're waiting?"
"I know you're a demon, but I'm not," you said lightly. "I'm still sore."
"Aww c'mon, sweetheart," Dean pouted slightly. "I'll be gentle."
You shook your head with a small smile. "I'm not so sure about that."
"I was gentle yesterday morning, wasn't I?"
"After several orgasms and some very rough sex."
"I thought you enjoyed that," he said lowly, stepping closer to you.
You blushed, taking a step back. "I--I did."
He grinned predatorily. "I can make it very good for you, baby."
You felt a rush of arousal flood your body as he took another step towards you, backing you up against the large table behind you.
He breathed deeply and his eyes flashed black. "I can smell your desire."
You exhaled shakily.
Dean leaned forward, pinning you against the table. He placed one arm on the table and the other very lightly against your throat. "How 'bout I take you right here?"
You weren't opposed to the idea, but you weren't sure exactly how far away Sam was. "What if Sam comes back?"
Dean shrugged. "Then we'll give him a show."
You smacked his chest affectionately. "We will not."
"Then I guess you better hope he doesn't come back while I'm fucking you senseless."
You gasped and Dean leaned down, pressing his lips hungrily against yours. You kissed him back with the same amount of passion, fingers digging into his back to pull him closer to you.
You felt Dean's fingers brush against your chest and you pulled back immediately. "Wait!"
Surprise lit up his face and he released you instantly. "What's wrong?"
"This is my favorite flannel--you are not going to rip it."
Dean laughed heartily. "My apologies, sweetheart. You can take it off yourself then."
You quickly unbuttoned it and slid it off your shoulders, tossing it to the floor nearby. You looked back up at him, a sultry smile on your face. "You may continue."
"Oh, I will." Dean gripped the front of your bra and tore it directly down the center, revealing your heaving breasts to him.
You gasped at the action, but it quickly turned to a moan as his hands began to massage your breasts and pinch your nipples harshly.
Your hips instinctively jutted forward, seeking his body for some relief. Dean immediately noticed, pressing his body firmly against yours, knee sliding between your legs to apply pressure against your core.
You ground yourself down on his knee and groaned softly. You repeated the action, the friction giving you pleasure.
"That's it, pretty girl," Dean growled lowly. "Get yourself off my thigh."
You continued your motions, but it just wasn't enough to get you to your peak. You whimpered softly and Dean chuckled darkly.
"Not enough for you, baby? Need me to help you?"
"Please," you begged.
He made quick work of removing your jeans, but instead of removing your underwear, he simply ripped them right off, practically shredding the lace.
Dean slipped two of his fingers between your legs and plunged them into your core. You gasped and clenched tightly around him.
"Fuck, sweetheart--you're fuckin' soaked," Dean groaned into your neck, fingers thrusting in and out of you hastily. "So damn tight too."
You whined softly as he pulled his fingers out and slipped them into his mouth, sucking them clean. He gripped your hips tightly and lifted you to place you on the table properly.
You wrapped your legs tightly around him and pulled him in closely, desperately wanting to feel him against your skin. You tugged at his shirt, which he quickly removed.
Your fingers grasped at his belt, but he smacked your hand away. He said nothing as he dropped to his knees and tugged your hips forward.
"Spread those legs for me."
You did as he asked, spreading your legs as wide as you could. You waited for him to touch you, but he made no moves to do so. "Dean?" you asked softly, slight desperation in your voice.
His eyes raised up to meet yours, a dark expression on his face. "Touch yourself."
"What?" you asked in quiet confusion.
"You want some relief? Touch yourself."
You supported yourself on one arm while you moved the other between your legs. You were mortified by the wetness dripping down your folds, but you collected some before sliding your fingers between your labia.
Dean watched with dark, hungry eyes as you played with your clit, soft whimpers of enjoyment slipping from your lips.
"Spread yourself open so I can see," he demanded.
You did as he asked, using your other hand to spread yourself, giving him a proper view of your aching pussy.
"Fuck," he muttered beneath his breath. "Keep going."
Your fingers immediately went back to rubbing your clit, desperate to feel that tightening in your core--knowing the pleasure it would bring.
Dean's large hands splayed on your thighs, massaging them gently as he watched, eyes glued to your movements.
Finally, after what felt like hours, he leaned forward and licked into your pussy, making you shiver with anticipation. You moved your hand away and he slapped your pussy harshly, causing you to yelp.
"Did I fucking say you could stop?" he growled, eyes flashing black.
You inhaled sharply and shook your head, fingers immediately returning to your core. You wouldn't admit it to him, but you liked this dark side of him--he would never have let it come out like this if he were human. He was too afraid to hurt you--too protective to even consider it. You hadn't known how much you'd enjoy it until now...and you just had to hope Dean wouldn't notice.
Dean's tongue lapped lazily between your folds as you continued to massage your clit. Every time you felt the pressure begin to build in your gut, your fingers would instinctively speed up. Each time they sped up, Dean would pull your hand away, keeping your orgasm just out of reach.
After several minutes of this, Dean's control had begun to wane. When your fingers sped up, he once again removed your hand, only this time he replaced it with his mouth. You felt his tongue dance across your clit in the most pleasurable way, fingers entwining themselves in his hair.
Your hips bucked up towards his mouth, but he didn't relent. Even as you screamed his name and your juices began to gush, he kept his mouth on you, drinking up everything you gave him. It wasn't until you'd collapsed back onto the table that he finally pulled away and stood back up, licking his lips in satisfaction.
Your breathing was ragged and your vision was slightly blurred as you looked at him, waiting for him to make his next move. He quickly shed his jeans and boxers, tossing them out of the way before taking his cock into his hand.
He watched your chest rise and fall rapidly as he stroked himself, appreciating how fucked out you already looked. "I need you to sit up, sweetheart." His words sounded soft, but his voice was demanding.
You managed to slowly pull yourself into a sitting position, grabbing onto his muscular arms for support. He teased your entrance with his cock and you whimpered softly.
"Lean back on your hands," he murmured lowly.
You did as he asked, the angle allowing him better access to your pussy. He slipped the head of his cock between your folds and slowly began to push forward until he was completely sheathed inside you.
The feeling of fullness had you gasping softly, head tilted back as you tried to catch your breath.
Dean tugged you even closer by your hips so he could get even deeper. You cried out in pain as his first thrust hit your cervix, but Dean didn't seem to notice. His hips snapped forward repeatedly, each thrust threatening to send you flying across the table if not for his death grip on your hips.
The pain soon gave way to pleasure, the room filling with the sounds of your mixed moans, the slapping of skin, and the sounds of your slickness as he fucked you.
He snaked one hand around your back to pull you even closer to him, practically holding you as he kept his pace. Your legs had begun to shake and your arms were weakening--but you knew your orgasm was near.
"Harder," you whimpered, surprising him.
He growled. "You like it when I fuck you like a little slut, don't you?"
"Yes!" you cried out.
His hips moved impossibly faster, the thrusts harder than before.
"Don't stop!" you pleaded.
"I wouldn't dare." He kept the pace as steady as he could, even as he felt his own orgasm rising.
"Please, please, please," you rambled. "S-so close!"
Dean's hand wrapped around your throat, pressing lightly against it. "Cum for me, pretty girl," he growled.
"More!"
He tightened his grip on your throat, but not enough to hurt you. It was all you needed to push you over the edge and into bliss. You cried out as you came, the intensity of your orgasm sparking his own.
He shouted your name in surprise as hot spurts of cum filled you. His thrusts began to slow, but his grip on your body didn't lessen. He held on tightly as you both came down from your highs.
He roughly tugged you forward and off the table. You weren't stable enough to stand, but that didn't matter to him. He spun you around and forced your upper body down onto the table, spreading your legs with one of his.
His cock was already hard again and he plunged into you without warning, earning a cry from your lips.
"Fuck, this pussy is so good for me," he groaned. "I just wanna fuck you until you can't move."
"Dean!" you whimpered, body overly sensitive already.
Once again, his grip on your hips was bruising and his thrusts were almost painful in their depth and intensity. The only thing keeping you upright was the table beneath you, your legs no better than wet noodles.
"You look so fuckin' sexy like this--spread for me, pussy leaking my cum, fuckin' moaning so pretty...fuck." His thrusts sped up, making you cry out.
"Need--shit--need you to cum again, baby."
"I-I c-can't!"
"Yes you can--you've been so good for me. Just give me one more."
Tears welled in your eyes--your body ached horribly, but you wanted to please him so badly. Your hips and thighs hurt from his grip and the force of his thrusts pressing you into the table, but you tried to block all of that from your mind. You focused on the pleasurable feeling of his cock, desperate to give him what he wanted.
"I-I need more," you whimpered.
His hand immediately slipped around to your front and began to rub tight circles to your clit. The sensation nearly pushed you over the edge with how sensitive you were.
"Come on, sweetheart, I can tell you're close."
You moaned in response, focus entirely on reaching your high.
His finger moved faster, the friction sending you into overdrive. You screamed and your nails scratched against the wood as you desperately searched for something to cling to--something to ground you.
"Fuck, yes--that's it. Cum for me, baby."
You screamed again as you came--the pleasure so blinding you passed out for a few moments. When you came to, he was chasing his own high--thrusts becoming more sloppy by the second.
"G-gonna fill you u-up," he ground out, hands tightening on your hips painfully.
Two more thrusts and he was spilling inside of you, hips stuttering as he emptied his seed deep within you. He leaned forward, pressing you even farther into the table, his lips gently caressing your back.
Once he'd regained his breath--and his strength--he pulled out of you and stood up. You nearly slid off the table and onto the floor, but he caught you.
"Woah there--I've got you."
He scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom the two of you shared. He laid you down on the bed with surprising gentleness before climbing onto the bed with you.
"No--no more--please," you begged.
"Easy, sweetheart," he purred softly. "I know you're tired--I just wanna be inside of you."
He laid you on your side and he slid up into you, forcing some of his cum back into your pussy. You whimpered at the feeling of fullness, but even you had to admit you enjoyed the feeling.
He wrapped his arms tightly around you and pulled you close. "Go to sleep, baby. I've got you."
His tone was almost loving--if you didn't know better, you would have thought it was. You were too weak and tired to dwell on it, instead drifting off to sleep with unsurprising ease.
**********
Sam rushed into the bunker like a bat outta hell. He wanted to trust that his brother would never hurt you, but he worried for your safety. Dean was a knight of hell after all.
When he properly entered the war room, he froze. His eyes went to the clothing strewn about the space--a mixture of your's and Dean's. Out of all the things he'd expected, this had not been on the list. He couldn't believe you would be that foolish.
"(Y/N)? Dean?" he called as he walked farther into the bunker.
There was no response, so he made his way to where your bedroom was. The door was shut, so he knocked loudly.
You jolted awake at the loud banging, the movement making Dean moan softly. Somehow he was still hard and buried inside of you--where he'd been for however long you'd been asleep.
"(Y/N)? You in there?" Sam's voice called from the other side of the door.
Dean groaned in annoyance, but you answered anyway. "Yeah--just, uh...give us a minute."
"You coulda told him to go away," Dean mumbled into your shoulder.
"We'd just be delaying the inevitable."
He sighed and slowly removed himself from you, causing a soft whimper to escape your lips. He grinned and leaned down over you, kissing you softly. "Don't worry, we can do it again later."
You kissed him back, before giving him a light push against his chest. "I need clothes."
You dragged yourself out of bed and moved around the room, throwing various items of clothing on to make yourself decent. You wanted a shower, but that would have to wait until after you'd talked to Sam.
Dean watched you from his place in the bed, not making a move to get dressed himself.
"You coming?" you asked.
"I'll give you a head start," he answered. "You can talk to Sam alone."
You nodded. "Alright."
You exited the bedroom, closing the door behind you. Sam was standing at the end of the hall near the entrance to the library. The look he gave you told you exactly what kind of mood he was in. He disappeared into the library and you followed shortly after.
"Sam, I can explain--"
"Explain? Really? You wanna explain why you're sleeping with demon Dean?"
"Oh like you can talk," you shot back. "You slept with a demon several times--and she tried to destroy the world."
Sam's eyes narrowed, but he knew you were right.
"Besides, he's still Dean...just a demon," you mumbled.
"Fine," Sam said with a sigh. "Is that how you convinced him to come back with you?"
You averted your gaze and bit your lip lightly. "Not exactly."
"(Y/N)...what did you do?"
"What I had to do."
"(Y/N)."
"I, uh--I made him a promise."
Sam's face paled slightly. "What did you promise him?"
You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly. "I told him I wouldn't force him to become human again."
"You what?" Sam yelled. "You can't possibly keep that promise."
"I have to, Sam. I've never betrayed Dean before and I sure as hell won't start now."
"Are you kidding me? He's a demon, (Y/N)! A monster! The kind of thing he's loathed for his entire life--you really think he wants this?"
"Of course I don't!" you yelled back. "Do you really think I want my husband to be a demon forever? This was the only way to get him to agree to come back here with me. I don't regret making this promise and I would do it again if I had to!"
"So you'll break it?" Sam asked again, voice still raised.
"No," you answered firmly. "I can't."
"How could you be so stupid, (Y/N)?" Sam yelled harshly. "This is the dumbest goddamn thing you've ever done!"
Dean appeared seemingly out of nowhere, wedging himself between you and Sam. He pushed Sam back aggressively, eyes flashing to black. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a growl. "Don't you ever speak to her like that again, or you won't make it to see another sunrise."
"Dean!" you cried, stepping forward to place a calming hand on his arm. "It's alright--I'm fine."
Dean ignored you, black eyes still trained on his brother's face. "Do you understand me?"
Sam nodded slowly.
"Apologize."
"Dean, that's not necessary," you tried.
He held up his hand to silence you. "Apologize."
Sam swallowed thickly. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I shouldn't have said that."
"It's alright, Sam."
"Don't do it again," Dean seethed.
"Dean," you murmured softly. "We're good--I'm good."
He finally relaxed his shoulders and took a step back. His eyes flicked back to green and he turned to look at you. He seemed to scan you, checking to make sure you really were okay.
"I'm fine," you mouthed.
He nodded, finally believing you. He turned back to his brother. "Now you gonna play nice and adhere to (Y/N/N)'s promise?"
"I don't like it," Sam responded. "But fine."
Dean grinned. "Excellent. Otherwise we'd have quite a problem on our hands."
You exchanged glances between the two men and worried they would have some sort of fight sooner than later. You knew you needed to get the First Blade to Crowley before something terrible happened.
"Sam, can I borrow your phone for a moment?" you asked suddenly.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. Dean eyed you warily, wondering what you were up to.
"Just gonna make a quick call...outside," you mumbled.
You practically ran towards the steps, taking two at a time to get out of there before someone asked too many questions. You called Crowley as soon as the bunker door closed behind you.
"Mrs. Squirrel," Crowley answered by way of greeting.
You rolled your eyes, opting not to comment on the annoying nickname. "I have the Blade."
"Where?"
"The Bunker."
He appeared a few feet away from you and you hung up your phone. You gestured for him to follow you down towards the garage.
"Stay here," you insisted, before entering the garage as quietly as possible.
You went straight for Baby, popping the trunk to retrieve the First Blade from the demon-proof box you'd placed it in. You made your way back outside quickly, not wanting to alert Dean to your movements.
"Take it," you demanded, holding it out to Crowley. "And for the love of god, hide it--put it somewhere Dean will never find it."
"I can assure you, it will be hidden well."
"Good. Now get the hell outta here before I change my mind about killing you."
Crowley smirked mirthlessly. "With pleasure."
He disappeared, taking the First Blade with him. Relief flooded your body and you turned to make your way back into the bunker, hoping to find both men in one piece.
**********
It had been a week since you and Dean had returned to the bunker. As the week went on, Dean's anger and aggression became more and more noticeable.
He hadn't said anything to you, but you knew Dean was jonesing for a kill. You could tell by the way he'd react to things--even the slightest of annoyances would have him reacting violently.
The other indicator came out in Dean's sexual desires. He wanted you almost constantly, regardless of where you were, who else was around, or what was going on. While that alone wasn't problematic, what was concerning was his increasing aggression during sex--and if he didn't get what he wanted immediately.
There wasn't a single inch of your skin he hadn't marked in some way, and you were beyond exhausted. The one time you'd dared to say no to him, resulted in him punching a dent into a metal wall--an action that frightened you. You still didn't think he would hurt you, but you weren't willing to risk it.
Sam had begun to notice as well, especially as it pertained to the marks on your skin. Dean no longer cared about hiding them and makeup wasn't cutting it anymore.
Sam's gaze was on you as you entered the library one morning, limping slightly.
"You know, I'm really starting to worry about you," Sam said quietly.
"I'm alright," you lied as you lowered yourself into a chair, wincing in discomfort.
"Right," Sam muttered sarcastically. "You can't even sit without being in pain."
"If it keeps him from killing someone, then it's worth it," you snapped back.
Sam fell silent, knowing you were right. He wanted to bring up breaking your promise again, but he knew you wouldn't budge. He worried about how Dean would feel about all of this if he became human again...he knew his brother well enough to know it would kill him to know he'd hurt you like this.
Another week went by in much the same manner, but Dean's urge to kill had only worsened. He still hadn't hurt you outside of sex, but you'd begun to fear him--really fear him.
You'd decided to address the issue with him while Sam was out on a store run. You thought he might take it better if Sam wasn't hovering around.
Dean was sitting in the kitchen, drinking his coffee, when you walked in.
"Hey, D," you said softly. "Can we talk?"
He grunted and gestured for you to continue.
"It's about your behavior the last couple weeks. I-I know the bloodlust is getting bad and to be honest, your temper is starting to really scare me."
He looked up at you with black eyes. "Maybe if you'd let me go out and do some hunting I wouldn't be so volatile."
"You know we can't do that, Dean."
"We," he scoffed. "Since when did you and Sam become 'we'?"
You closed your eyes and sighed, ignoring his question. "You're too unpredictable. You know that better than anyone."
He stood up and took a menacing step towards you. "Give me the Blade and let me go out for a while...one or two kills and I'll be right as rain."
"I can't do that."
"I think you mean won't."
You shook your head. "I can't. I don't have the Blade."
He froze. "What the hell do you mean you don't have it?"
"I-I couldn't risk you getting ahold of it...so I made sure it was safe."
His gaze narrowed, eyes still black as ink. He took several steps towards you, but you backed away until you hit the wall behind you.
He was inches from your face when he growled lowly, "Where is it?"
"I don't know," you whispered.
"What?"
"I don't know," you repeated.
"Where did you put it?"
You were deeply regretting telling him anything at all, but you still blurted out, "I gave it to someone!"
"Who?!"
"I needed to make sure it was hidden where you would never be able to find it," you said desperately.
"Who did you give it to?" he roared.
"Crowley," you whimpered in fear.
Dean punched the wall directly beside your head and you yelped in surprise and fear.
"What the fuck were you thinking?"
You didn't answer--too afraid to push his buttons further. You could feel the rage rolling off him in waves and you felt the cold terror seize your heart.
"Call him and get it back," he ordered.
"No," you whispered. You wouldn't risk Dean getting ahold of the Blade...not for anything.
He pinned you against the wall by your throat, slamming your head back against the wall with enough force to break the skin.
His grip on your throat was painfully tight and you tried desperately to get away. "Dean--" you gasped.
For a moment, you were certain he was going to kill you--you would be the next victim of the Mark's bloodlust and there was nothing you could do about it. Even with his eyes filled with darkness, you could see the boiling rage in them. He wasn't seeing you, he was seeing his next victim.
You struggled against his hold on your throat, trying to loosen his grip enough for you to speak. You smacked your hands against his chest, trying anything to get him to release you.
You suddenly remembered your failsafe--you'd starting carrying it everywhere when Dean became more volatile. You managed to pull the item from your pocket, breaking the lid off as you brought it up and splashed the liquid into Dean's face.
He screamed and released you as the holy water burned his skin. You dropped to the ground, gasping for breath, head throbbing painfully. As you coughed and sputtered, you reached a hand to the back of your head, touching the wound softly. When you brought your hand back down, you saw blood staining your fingers.
At first, all Dean could feel was rage--you'd dared to splash holy water in his face? He'd kill you for it. But then his gaze landed on you as you crouched on the floor, blood soaking your fingers, trying to catch your breath. He looked up and saw the blood on the wall where he'd slammed your head against it and he immediately felt sick.
He stepped away from you, eyes flicking back to green as tears filled them. He hadn't meant to hurt you--even as a demon, he'd never wanted to hurt you. He'd let the Mark's rage get the best of him and he'd nearly killed you.
He backed away to the other side of the room and sank to the floor, dropping his head into his hands. He was ashamed of what he had done and for the first time since he'd become a demon, he felt like a monster.
A few minutes later, Sam came into the kitchen, arms laden with bags. His eyes landed on you first and he dropped the bags as he rushed to your side.
"(Y/N)! What happened? Are you okay?"
Without waiting for your response, Dean spoke up. "I happened."
Sam turned to look at Dean on the other side of the room. He felt angry when he heard Dean's words, but the anger dissipated when he saw the agony etched into his brother's face.
"I-I was so angry..." Dean whispered. "I didn't mean to."
"I'm okay," you rasped, voice hoarse from the trauma to your throat.
The sound of your voice nearly broke Dean's heart in half. "Give me the cure," he said to Sam.
"What?" Sam gasped in surprised.
"Make me human again. Please." The desperation in Dean's voice shocked both of you, as did his request.
"Are-are you sure?" you asked.
Dean looked at you in a mixture of sadness and pain. "I would rather risk death than ever hurt you again."
His words washed over you, warming the ache in your chest. You didn't say anything further--you couldn't find the words.
"Let's go then," Sam said firmly.
Dean stood up and followed Sam down to the dungeon. Sam came back a few minutes later to help clean your wounds. As he cleaned your head wound, he told you he'd secured Dean in the dungeon and he'd called for Castiel.
"We might need some backup for this," he muttered.
You nodded, the simple action making your head throb painfully.
"Try not to move too much," Sam said gently.
"I'm alright."
"What happened?" Castiel spoke from the doorway.
"Dean did," Sam said with a sigh.
"You need to be healed."
"No," you insisted as you held up your hand. "Don't waste what little grace you have left on me."
Cas looked down sadly, but he didn't come towards you. "Where is Dean?"
"Dungeon," you mumbled.
Cas walked away, apparently on his way to see Dean.
Sam finished cleaning your head wound and stood up. "I don't think you need stitches."
"Great," you groaned, standing up slowly.
"Woah--take it easy."
"I'm fine, Sam. We need to do this before he changes his mind."
"Cas and I can handle it."
You shook your head. "I'm not leaving him."
Sam sighed and gave you his arm to hold onto while walking down to the dungeon. When you opened the door, you saw Dean strapped to a chair in the center of the room. Cas stood off to the side, waiting.
"Let's get started," you said softly.
You left the dirty work to Sam--you couldn't bring yourself to hurt Dean, even after everything that had happened.
Listening to Dean's screams and pleas was almost too much for you to bear, but you knew it had to be done. Dean had asked to become human again...and there was nothing you wanted more.
Despite the agony he was experiencing, Dean insisted Sam continue the injections. As much as he would have rather stayed a demon, he was too afraid of what he would do to you if left unchecked.
You closed your eyes as Dean once again screamed in pain. You weren't sure how much more of this you could take, let alone Dean.
Dean noticed your demeanor--could tell your resolve was weakening. "It's okay, baby," he told you breathlessly. "I'm okay."
You opened your eyes and looked at him, unshed tears blurring your vision. He gave you a small, weak smile, which you tried to return. It ended up looking more like a wince than anything else.
"I wanted this, remember? I want this," he insisted.
You nodded tearfully. "I know. I just don't like seeing you in pain."
"We've only got one injection left," Sam cut in gently.
You watched in silence as Sam injected him with the final dose. Dean once again cried out, before falling completely silent, head drooping forward.
"Dean?" you whispered in fear.
When he didn't respond, you worried you had all gone too far...that Dean was dead.
As the three of you stared at the man in the chair, you heard a soft groan escape his lips and he slowly lifted his head. His eyes fluttered open, revealing the beautiful green orbs you loved so much.
"You guys look worried," Dean said softly.
Sam splashed some holy water on his brother, but the liquid had no effect.
You let out a choked sob, beyond relieved to have your husband back.
You thought you heard Sam say, "welcome back Dean," but you were too focused on Dean's face to be sure. His own gaze was locked on yours, tears filing his eyes as he slowly took in the marks littering your skin--especially the bruising around your throat in the shape of his hand.
"(Y/N/N)," he whispered, his voice more broken than you'd ever heard it.
"Uncuff him," you said to Sam, who immediately did as you asked.
Dean stood up, clearly weak from the ordeal he'd just gone through, but nothing would have stopped him from getting to you.
He was a foot or two away from you when you gave in to your own desires, closing the gap between you. You wrapped your arms around him tightly and sobbed into his chest--letting out all the pain you'd kept inside for the last couple months.
Dean's arms held you close, lips pressed firmly into your hair, his own tears streaming down his face. Neither of you spoke--there was no need, not yet anyway.
After several minutes, you finally stepped back, wiping the tears from your face. You smiled up at him and whispered, "I love you."
You saw something flash across his face, but it was gone before you could place it. "I love you too," he murmured.
You stood to the side as Sam hugged Dean, followed by Cas. Everyone was glad to have him back, but you could see Dean was struggling--he clearly remembered every moment of being a demon...and you had no idea what kind of impact that would have on him.
"Alright guys, I think he needs some rest. He's been through a lot today," you interrupted softly.
Dean looked at you gratefully and both Sam and Cas nodded their agreement.
"Come on," you murmured, reaching out for Dean's hand.
He grabbed it and followed you to your shared bedroom. To your surprise, he stopped just outside the door. "I think I'd rather sleep in one of the other rooms."
You looked at him in confusion, but he wouldn't quite meet your gaze. "Okay," you whispered. "Whatever you'd prefer."
You followed him to a room down the hall, waiting quietly as he took off his boots before climbing into the bed.
"Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm alright."
You knew he was most definitely not alright, but now wasn't the time to address it.
"Okay. I'll be down the hall if you need me."
He nodded, but said nothing further. He once again couldn't look at you as you left the room. Sadness laced its icy tendrils around your heart, despite the joy you felt at Dean's return to humanity.
You went to join Sam and Cas in the library, not quite wanting to be alone. You didn't want to talk either, but just being around people you loved made you feel a little bit better.
You knew Dean's road to recovery would be long, as would your own. You weren't sure what trials lay ahead of you, but you knew the two of you would make it through--you always did.
If there was one thing you knew for sure, it was how much Dean loved you--if the last few weeks taught you anything, it was that. Your own love for Dean was equally endless--there was nothing you wouldn't do for him. As cliche as it was, love really could conquer all.
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# tsukishima kei â better for you
a/n: a request for anon that definitely took me too long to write T-T i'm terribly sorry for the delay .... also this strangely reminds me of my first ever fic on this account (which was also abt tsukki) so it's kinda silly :33
summary: tsukishima is jealous and not exactly good at hiding it.
warnings: none, pure fluff
tsukishima has been awfully quiet since you arrived at the training camp.
it's not like that was an unusual behavior from him - he was naturally a quiet, introverted person, so anyone with a basic knowledge about his personality would assume it's perfectly normal. but you knew better.
he was your boyfriend, after all. even if quiet and rather reserved, he would continuously taunt you with his snarky comments and witty remarks, almost twice as much as he would his teammates. but for the last two days or so, his demeanor changed; there was something that ticked him off, and, contrary to his beliefs, he was not good at hiding his jealousy.
figuring out the reason behind it was a no-brainer.
tsukishima adjusted his glasses as he observed yet another guy walking up to you, and he could already recite the way this conversation was about to go from memory. he stood next to yamaguchi, back resting on the outer wall of the gym, eyes staring daggers into the fukurodani jersey of the boy trying to hit on you. but of course, he didn't do a thing about it, instead opting for a low, annoyed huff.
you could see him from where you stood, and a sigh left your lips as you saw his eyes dart away from yours the moment they met, the blonde boy wasting no time in walking away to a spot where he wouldn't have to see the situation in front of him.
the boy in front of you, whose name you've found out to be komi, fukurodani's libero, kept on babbling about something, but you've stopped listening a while ago, quickly excusing yourself to follow after your boyfriend.
'wait.' you said, voice just loud enough for tsukishima to stop in his tracks, head turning around to face you, waiting for you to continue what you wanted to say. you caught up with him, eyes squinting a little as you looked up because of the sun positioned right behind his head. 'are you really jealous of all these guys?'
'no.' he rolled his eyes, a classic sign of frustration from him, almost as if he intentionally tried to show you that despite his words, he is indeed annoyed with them.
'i can clearly see that you are.' he didn't answer you this time, silence taking over as he avoided eye contact with you, acting more childish than ever. you couldn't help but smile, hand reaching out for his with a gentle squeeze. 'you know that they could never steal me from you, right?'
silence.
'oh, come on, you're sulking like a five year old baby right now.'
'says the one who acts like a baby all the goddamn time.' his remark made you crack a smile, happy that you got him to talk. 'it's annoying. and it's not like i don't trust you either. it's something different.'
'hm?'
he let go of your hand, taking a few steps forward, the setting sun hitting his face as he stared into the magine in front of him; the hill he had to run up and down at least five times that day, barely noticeable roofs of homes situated not far away.
'don't you think that at least one of them could be, you know.' you already knew what point he was trying to make, and yet hearing it from him made your heart break a little. 'better for you?'
a moment of silence passed, the chirping birds being heard from away.
'no.'
he could hear the sound of your shoes hitting the ground with each step you took towards him, your arms gently wrapping around his torso from behind, face nuzzling into his back.
'look at me, tsukki.' hearing your words, he slowly turned his head around, only to be met with your lips already on his in a sweet, short kiss. 'listen carefully, alright?'
'i'm.' kiss. 'not.' kiss. 'going.' kiss. 'anywhere.'
he couldn't help but smile at your actions, breaking out of his aloof persona for a split second, hand searching for yours to hold it tenderly.
'besides,' you added, lips curving up into a sly smile. 'none of them could give me the same level of sarcasm that i love so much.'
you continued smooching his lips, cheeks, forehead, nose, trying to cover his entire face with kisses.
'alright, alright.' he mumbled quietly, pulling you away as he adjusted his hair. 'don't be so touchy here, though. not that i don't like it, it's just-'
'i knew it!' you recognized the voice behind you immediately, and tsukishima's shocked face only confirmed your suspicions.
'let's leave the lovebirds before kei kills us with his death stare, bokuto.' another familiar voice was heard, and as you turned around, you immediately noticed the spikey black hair and kuroo's tall frame.
as they ran away, shouting a familiar rhyme of 'y/n and tsukki sitting on a tree', you couldn't help but laugh, resting your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. he didn't look half as content as you, lips in a straight line as if he just got caught doing something so utterly embarrassing he would never recover from it.
'if they continue this, everyone will know.' he mumbled, back to his usual, annoyed tone.
'look at the positives, kei.' you nudged him on the shoulder, smiling up at him. 'at least now no one will flirt with me anymore. no more frustrations for you.'
and maybe you were right.
or maybe you weren't, as he found out later, when the information of your relationship got to the ears of his overly excited upperclassmen.
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paige x nika x fem based of this request : anon
word count : 950
warnings : angst, smut, crying, swearing, smut w plot
summary : paige and nika where really busy and you wanted them to make time for you and change around their basketball schedule but the conversation doesnât go as planned..
âbut i donât get why you cant just give me one hourâ you sob to your 2 girlfriends as your sitting on nikas lap as she rubs up and down your waist trying to calm you down staring at you with a serious and focused face as your other girlfriend paige is sitting in front of you doing all the talking trying to reason with you about why the 2 are so busy.
âbaby we do have time for you but we are busy with heading to the final 4 and basketball practiceâ as more tears fall onto your cheeks and the conversation going no where you decide to give up on the argument
âyou know what fuck you i donât want any of your attention anyways you both clearly donât careâ you get off nikas lap only to be pulled right back down to you original spot back in her lap only to see a angry paige in front of you and a burning sensation from nika gripping your waist preventing you to leave.
âyou wanted our attention? you got it princess.â nika whispers in her ear pushing you off her lap âwe couldâve been so nice princess but you just had to push our buttonsâ you obviously still angry and not thinking right just roll your eyes âfuck you nikaâ
you where expecting a angry reaction from her but instead she laughs at your comment not being fazed âyouâll regret that prettyâ paige comes up behind putting her hand on your neck for you to look up at her âopen your mouth sweet girlâ
you slowly open your mouth as she places two of her fingers in your mouth âsuckâ you close your mouth her long fingers swirling your tongue around her slowly bobbing you head up and down her fingers as she pulls them out of your mouth.
âgood girl, now apologize to nika and once you do i want to see your strip and go to the bed and lay on your back with your legs open, and if you dont, i wouldnt even bother to think about walking for the next few weeks.â you look at nika with a sorry look as you place a long kiss on her lips as she accepts you apology helping you take your clothes off as you where now bare naked as paige gives you a stern look to hurry up.
you go to your shared bedroom laying down on the edge with your legs spread open. you can hear the girls muffled conversation about how they where going to treat you, to be honest you where nervous but you werenât going to let them know.
paige enters with nika trailing behind her. âoh what should we do with you princess, do you think you deserve to cum tonight or no?â you hesitate by her sentence âyes..â she pauses with you looking back at nika practically deciding what to do with you only with there eyes
âokay baby if your gonna cum you have to do everything we say okay?â you nod your head urgently not wanting to spare any more time
âi promiseâ the blonde dosent say anything back she just smiles and looks back at the brunette behind her moving away from you ânika you can have your fun with herâ nika nods her head taking her shirt off revealing her hard nipples and her shiny bellybutton piercing as she makes her way over the bed hover over you as she takes the back of the hand softly caressing your cheek
âoh my sweet girl, mâso so sorry for not paying more attention to youâ as soon as the sentence leaves her lips your whining as you arch your back off of the bed. âpatience baby, ill touch you just waitâ you pout at her response as she smirks placing kisses on your neck as paige watches closely behind her seeing you ever so desperately to be touched.
nika slowly makes her way down to your cunt as she presses kitten licks to your core going painfully slow as she runs her fingers down the inside of your thighs earning sweet noises from you. she takes the hint to speed up as her tongue circles your clit making your breath hitch as you grip the bed sheets. the two weeks without any sex was definitely worth it for this moment you waited so long to have with your girlfriends.
ânika please i need your fingersâ you have a tight grip on her hair pushing her head closer to your puffy cunt. âi know you do baby i knowâ she adds two fingers not waisting any time on pleasing you.
paige sits down next to you trailing her fingers to your bare chest playing with your sensitive and hard nipples as you push your head back into the bed âoh fuck im so closeâ
without a word nika speeds up as your legs begin to shake as you feel the knot in your stomach burst forcing a loud cry form out of your mouth as nika laughs against your pussy sending vibrations to your clit as paige trys to talk you through your orgasm
âthere you go baby just like that prettyâ nika still eating your soul away holding your thighs in place as you finally begin to ride out your high. the girl who was just at face level with your pussy is now in your face giving you a kiss as you can taste your own cum on her lips
âwas that enough attention for you?â you nod with a pleased sigh sinking into the bed as the brunette lays right on top of you âyes.â
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cld you do enha taking care of the reader when she is drunk?
drunk . ìíìŽí . enha taking care of you when you're drunk
warnings ¿ readers drunk, cuteness genre ¿ fluff © wonbie
lee heeseung
hee would laugh at you first. like you're really cute when your drunk. your lips pout and you start confessing your love for your boyfriend. heeseung takes picture of you just to embarrass you the next morning of course. but while you're drunk he gets you some water and makes sure that you're comfortable. he listens to all your ranting and in the morning he makes you a soup because he knows your head is gonna hurt.
park jongseong
THIS MAN IS SUCH A GENTLEMAN!! like im telling you he's so sweet. you got drunk at a party, no big deal for him. he's making sure no one even goes close to you. protective boyfriend fr fr. he takes you home and lays you down. he chuckles when you tell him you love him and pecks your forehead softly. in the morning he wakes you up and gives you some medicine. he makes you breakfast and is always making sure you're okay.
sim jaeyun
your boyfriend broke up with you and you got drunk. jake is there the second you get drunk. he's talking with you, letting you pour out your feelings. part of him hurts for you but he doesn't let it show. instead, he fills up the bathtub and makes sure you can relax. after you're finished he puts you to bed, stealing a peck on your forehead.
park sunghoon
okay um sorry but you thought sunghoon was cheating on you :) luckily he wasn't. but seeing with that that girl hurt you so you decided to drink. when sunghoon got home he realized how drunk you were and helped you change your clothes so you could go to bed. BUT not without an explaination. he cuddles next to you and reassures you he only loves you.
kim sunoo
sunoo is the kindest person. he'd make sure you feel okay like every second. instead of more alcohol he'd bring you some juice. he makes sure you weren't drinking on an empty stomach and even feeds you a bit just in case. in the morning sunoo makes breakfast for you and takes care of you.
yang jungwon
jungwon would kind of freak out. i feel like he was normally the one to get drunk instead of you but today's different. you drink and drink until you're wasted. at first he wondered if he's the reason you're drinking but then when you start mumbling about how stressed you were he'd understand. so he'd make a plan on how to relieve your stress. of course he'd take you home and lay you down. he would whisper how much he loves you and that he's sorry you were so stressed :(
nishimura riki
HE WOULD MAKE FUN OF YOU! the first thing in riki's mind is to take THOUSANDS for picture of you. he even puts one as his wallpaper. but once he realizes "omg you're drunk?!" he'd panic. he's never been drunk before so he doesn't know what to do. calls jay and gets step by step on how to take care of you. it literally becomes a mission to make sure you're better in the morning.
paris' note . sorry this is so late anon :( i've been busy busy. i hope this is good too, i feel like its not but i still hope you like it <33
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WHATâS WRONG WITH CEO PARK?
p â PARK SUNGHOON x gn! reader. g â ceo! sunghoon and secretary! reader, humor, romance. w â swearing, sunghoon being a weirdo, a misplaced marriage proposal. 1.3k words.
requested by â anon: menace to everyone but you x the opposite of that.
note â i hate the cold angsty male ceo trope. so instead i turned ceo hoon into a weirdo that's a little bit too in love and doesnât understand the concept of workplace boundaries which stresses you the fuck out!!
when you got promoted from being assistant secretary thanks to your ceoâs former secretary resigning, your co-workers did not throw you a celebration.
âyou called for me, mr. park?â
instead, they threw you an advanced farewell party. it was nice working with you, said the cake dusted with stray confetti on the day of your promotion. theyâre celebrating your inevitable resignation. theyâre sure youâre going to follow suit after you predecessor within three months max because according to themâ
âyes.â
your boss, park sunghoon, is the nastiest fucker in the planet.
âtake a seat.â
you gulp, making cautious steps into your ceoâs office. heâs signing a stack of documents while you take your sweet time delaying having to sit in front of his paper-stacked desk, setting them aside the moment you sit down, sharp eyes immediately zeroing into your soul, and you start sweating.
thereâs a bet on the line on when youâd eventually quit. today marks your fourth month here, and youâre pretty sure heeseung is going to win because you are in fact this close to sliding your pre-written resignation letter over his desk, adding onto his pile.
not because heâs terrible, like they all say. not because heâs temperamental.
âsunoo told me you were sick,â sunghoon starts. âwhy did you come to work today?â
but because you fear your boss might be a little bit in love with you.
âis...is that the only reason you asked for me?â you hesitantly say, picking on your cuticles and trying to avoid eye contact because the concern drowning your bossâs expression is just enough to drown you as well.
âyou donât look well,â he avoids your question. of course you donât look well. youâre very, very uncomfortable right now and the main cause of that discomfort is him. âyou should go home. iâll tell jay to drive you.â
youâre pretty sure jay isnât going to be happy with that.Â
âmr. parkââ
âi thought i asked you to call me sunghoon.â
your mouth is left hanging open. youâre flabbergasted. you take a second to recollect your thoughts. â...mr. park. sir,â you emphasize. you should at least be the one reminding him of your hierarchical roles at the moment. sunghoon looks upset that youâre not abiding by his request, but says nothing in protest so you continue. âi ran out of sick leaves. and thereâs still so much work to do, i canât just go home.â
âyou ran out? well iâll just give you more.â sir, thatâs not how it works. âand jungwon can take care of your work. you should go home and rest.â
jungwon wouldnât be too happy with that either. you feel your stress levels rising, headache incoming, because heâs just not listening to you. this crazy bastard, you think to yourself.
but maybe you were thinking a little too loudly.
âcan you say that again?â
you slap a hand over your mouth with a gasp.
âsay it again.â
youâre fucked. you just called your boss a bastard right to his face. âiâmâiâm so sorry, mr. park, i didnât mean toââ but maybe thatâs a good thing because that means you wouldnât need to debate about resigning if heâs gonna fire you. âi apologize. iâll accept any punishment youâll give me.â
âno, say it again,â he hums, sounding a little too happy after being called crazy and a bastard, and you get a bad feeling. a really bad feeling. âi felt like we just got closer because of that. swear at me again.â
thereâs a smile playing on your bossâs face.Â
âiâ i donât think thatâs appropriate, sir.â
jesus christ, heâs a bit more in love with you than you thought.
âwhy not?â when sunghoon gets up from behind his seat, circling out from behind his desk to lean back against it right in front of you instead, you start fearing for your life. he looks at you, arms crossed in disappointment, and he looks a little too good with rolled up sleeves and slim-fit slacks.Â
crap, were you just checking out your boss?
his crazy is rubbing off on you.
âyou have no trouble with swearing at and laughing around with the others,â he says. âwhy canât you do the same with me?â
he is not normal, you think. thankfully not out loud this time. âsir, youâre my boss. iâm just your secretary. thereâs a big gap there. i canât just treat you the same way as i do with my co-workers.â
your boss takes in your words. he remains quiet with a stoic face for a few moments, and with each passing second of silence, you feel half a year of your life being shaved off. âah,â he finally makes a sound after a good minute and a half. âshould i give you a promotion, then?â
oh my fucking god, heâs nuts.
âboss, thereâs an urgent thing you need toââ
âdid i permit you to enter my office?â
your eyes widen, slapped in the face by a whiplash when your fellow secretary jake suddenly pops into the office, only to be cut off by the sharp glare and icy tone of your boss. jakeâs hand doesnât leave the doorknob when he nearly stumbles in shock with a stack of papers pressed to his chest. you see the look on his face. itâs the face of someone whoâs about to get royally fucked over.
ânâno, sir. but these documents areââ
âthen why are you in my office?â holy shit. so this is what they meant when they said ceo park is a bitchy demon from hell. jake looks like heâs about to piss himself. youâve never been on the brunt of his temperâ likely because heâs biased and has feelings for you, which has always felt burdensome. but now youâre a little thankful because youâd probably cry if he snapped at you like that.
âiâm sorry, iâll leave now. i apologize.â
with that, jake makes his hasty retreat, and youâre once more left alone with your crazy boss.Â
âwhere were we?â he says. âoh, right. your promotion.â
youâre starting to feel dizzy.Â
âiâve never liked how seojoo handled things. you can take his spot as the sales department head.â you have to stop him. you have to stop him before he actually fires a competent employee and gives you their spot as a courtship gift. âwait. i think youâd prefer working in HR actually. itâs a shame ms. kim is going to lose her position, but i can justââ
âmr. parkââ
âsunghoon,â he cuts you off. âcall me sunghoon.â
you look at him, exasperated. âsir,â you say. âi donât think this is right.â
sunghoon raises a brow. âyou donât like HR? which department would you prefer then?â
you canât. you canât do this anymore. you make the mistake of letting your eyes wander out of stress, because they inadvertently land on the shiny gold glint of his nameplate, which is a terribly bad move following after his question because sunghoon notices, and sunghoon gets the very, very wrong idea.
oh, no. oh, no no no no noâ
âi see.â
he doesnât! he doesnât see! you arenât coveting his seat! you just want to go back to work and stop dealing with your insane and far too in love with you boss!
âiâm afraid i canât give away my position as ceo,â he tells you. you swallow, shutting your eyes because you donât want to acknowledge the mess youâve just accidentally made, but your lack of vision definitely doesnât interfere with your sense of hearing.
what you hear next sounds clearer than youâd like it to be.
âhow about the position of being the ceoâs fiancĂ© instead?â
thatâs it.
âi will be getting back to work now, mr. park.â
there is something very wrong with your boss. itâs not in your job description to fix him.
WHATâS WRONG WITH CEO PARK? © hannie-dul-set, 2023.
#i spent 30 minutes of my study time writing this bcs i got the genius idea while in the shower. god i hate myself.#park sunghoon x reader#sunghoon x reader#enhypen x reader#enha x reader#park sunghoon fluff#sunghoon fluff#enhypen fluff#enhypen scenarios#enhypen x you#park sunghoon x you#sunghoon x you#enhypen fanfic
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â§.* CHAPTER 46 || The Drama (part 1)
[ { SYPNOSIS } ] †A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?
[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] †language, semi-smut, fluff, & angst (according to âïžanonâŠ)
[ { WORD COUNT } ] †5k
[ { PAIRINGS } ] †jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.
[ [ chapters mlist } ]
âââOH FUCK-, S-SATORU WAIT,â You moaned into the air as Gojo got carried away in kissing you. Your back was against his apartment door by this point and he had one of his legs in between yours, his hands on your hips and his lips all over your neck.
Gojo sucked, licked, and even nibbled all over you, his hands feeling all parts of your body as he did so. You felt him knead your ass in his grasp as his focus went just under your jaw, soft smacks of his tongue and lips against you filling the air.
âYou said I could kiss you,â Gojo hums. His voice was so low, lower than youâd heard it in a while.
One of his hands slides up and you sigh when you feel his fingers run over your chest, gently groping you as his kisses trail back up. His eyes meet yours for less than a second before he steals your breath by crashing his lips into yours again.
âM-Mmh,â You hum, feeling as his tongue works the insides of your mouth and his leg rubs against your clothed sex, âT-This⊠This isn't just k-kissing,â You mumble against him.
Gojo moves to clasp your lower lip in between his teeth and as he gives your skin a slight tug, his eyes open and both of you make contact through a low-lidded gaze. âShould I stop?â He asks huskily.
His eyes were drowning in lust, his leg yet to stop the constant rub over your cunt. You were getting all too worked up over this and your breathing grew unstable, âHa-ah⊠Y-Yeah, maybeâŠâ You hum.
He tilts his head, âMaybe? You sound unsure, sweetheart.â His thigh suddenly angles a bit differently and presses up against your clit.
Your jaw drops, âS-Shit,â You whine.
âIf you want me to stop then tell me to stop-â
âDonât s-stop,â You breathe out, confused by what you want at this point, rolling your hips forward against his leg.
Gojo bites his lip, âWe shouldnât be doing this, yâknow.â
âThen you stop,â Your voice was so light and airy already, simply over some kisses and the slightest touches.
âI wonât if you donât tell me to.â He tells you.
You shake your head, âI s-should be⊠mmgh,â You fold over a bit as his leg rubs over you just right, âShouldâ be leavingâŠâ You manage out.
Gojo snickers, âThen leave, sweets.â
You squeeze your eyes shut and move to grab onto his arm, âThen s-stop⊠haah⊠stop-, mmh⊠moving your leg,â You moan.
Heâs trying his best to control himself but⊠He hasnât seen you like this in months. Gojo forgot how whiney and fidgety you get when youâre flustered and turned on. The sight aroused him like crazy.
âYouâre so fuckinâ cute,â Gojo teases, âI might cum in my pants if you seriously get off on my leg right now.â
Your head flips up to him with a glare, âWe shouldnât be doing this. I-It was supposed to be one little k-kiss⊠mmmhâŠâ
âWhen is it ever one little kiss, love?â He asks softly.
âI canât stand you,â You breathe out.
âMhm,â Gojo nods, âI know. But you know the second option for you if thatâs the case.â You furrow your brows and he makes up for his lack of explanation, âYou can pick my face or my lap, either way, if you canât stand me then sit on me.â
You roll your eyes at him and move to straighten yourself up. Abruptly, his leg kneads up into your pussy and you release a very light moan, your eyes flickering for a moment, âO-Okay⊠fuck, s-stop.â
He doesnât need to be told twice. His leg freezes in place and Gojo removes his hands from your body, instead bringing them to cup your face in his palms once more, âSorry,â He apologizes.
You nod weakly, âUhuh, whatever.â
He chuckles at the clear rush of heat to your face, âYou didnât cum, did you?â
âWhat? No,â You scoff, finding it funny he thought youâd get off that quickly, âIt takes more than that to make me cumâŠâ
âYou were about to though,â He suggests, raising a brow, âWerenât you?â
You look off to the side and roll your eyes, âFuck off.â
Gojo hums, smiling a bit at the way you simply avoided his question, âSorry I got carried away.â
âI need to go now,â You sigh, moving carefully to collect yourself and calm down the arousal that was stirring within you.
âAlreadyyyy? Gojo whines with a pout.
Damn him for going from normal, to this obsessive freak, and now to this cute persona within a matter of minutes. Itâs getting difficult to keep up with his constant switch-ups. One minute you think he loves you, the next you think heâs using you, and another you figure heâs just crazy.
âYes, Satoru,â You huff, your hands going to his chest as you lightly push him away. Gojo takes a step back and you feel like you can breathe again, âWeâll see each other again sooner or later.â
He simply gazes at you, his heart throbbing for some reason. The list was truly over? Just like that? Youâd completed it already⊠and in the process, you went and fell for someone⊠That thought stings Gojoâs heart.
He knows he just wants you to be happy and he thought heâd shed enough tears on the matter but damnit now that it was all over, things really started to hit him hard. For example, that was probably his last time kissing you, the real last time kissing you. By the time you see him again, nine times out of ten youâll be in a relationship.
He hated that. Gojo hated that he was happily letting you run off with someone else. For only a moment, his thoughts went somewhere darker than ever, yet another scheme, another form of blackmailâŠ
Gojo genuinely debated on blackmailing you into a relationship with him.
Just as quickly as the thought came, he shook it away, repulsed by himself for a moment. What the hell was coming over him? Heâs done enough to you already and more than anything, the whole point of this was for you to be-
Gojo takes a deep breath as he centers his thoughts, âRightâŠâ He finally murmurs to you, âSooner or laterâŠâ
You frown, âOh câmon, donât make me feel bad for leaving-â
âI know Iâm an asshole but,â Gojo unintentionally cuts you off, his feelings getting the better of him, âI really do love you.â
You swallow. His confession feels weird now that you know he may be fusing love and obsession together into one singular emotion, âIâm sure you doâŠâ
âIâm serious,â He says, âI love you so much that it pains me.â
You begin to roll your eyes, not exactly in the right head space to hear yet another confession, âSatoru-â
âAnd no, Iâm not confused or mixing anything together,â Gojo claims, âI mean it. If thereâs one thing Iâve never lied about or said to manipulate you, itâs those three words; I love you.â
Thereâs not much you can say to that by this point. So, you simply nod, âThanks, I guess.â
He chuckles, âThanks?â
âThanks for loving me, Satoru.â You tell him, âIf I had one wish, itâd be that you did that from the beginning.â
Gojo opens his mouth to say something but then he swallows his words down. He nearly fucked up.
âAll you had to do was talk to me,â Your shoulders raise into a shrug as you move a hand to the doorknob, âThings couldâve been different if you did.â
âEven if Iâve been obsessed with you since the beginning?â He questions and heâs stepping closer to you again. He canât possibly wrap his head around that possibility-
You laugh a bit, âEspecially if you were obsessed from the beginning,â You didnât know it but that statement right there made the man feel as though his world was falling apart, loads of regret tumbling over him as he stares at you with wide eyes, âSatoru I think you forgot but, before all this started, aside from Shoko⊠I was lonely.â
Gojoâs throat goes dry and he fails to form a response to that, âIâŠâ
âIf you had just talked to me one time, and more than a hey or how are you,â The way your eyes soften, a slim sheer gloss of tears coating your gaze as you speak to him, âI wouldâve fallen for you.â
He grits his teeth, âDonât tell me that.â
âBut itâs true.â You say.
And just like that, Gojo was crumbling all over again. If only you knew how much he regretted everything after hearing you say that.
He has to grit his teeth and hold his emotions in due to your words, âIâm sorry-,â He whispers, voice cracking ever so slightly, âS-Sorry I didnât do that.â
You smile slightly, âItâs okay âToru, maybe in some alternate world⊠maybe you and I work out.â
Gojo nods, his eyes glossing over, âYeahâŠâ
You have to turn to the door to stop yourself from falling victim to his saddened state, âIâm uh⊠Iâm gonnaâ go now.â
Gojo whispers your name and you turn back to him once more, âPlease, no matter what happens, promise me youâll be happy?â
A smile spreads across your face, âI promise.â
Then, he steps closer once more and you turn your body to face his. Gojo places an arm up against the door and leans down to you. He shouldnât be doing it and you shouldnât be leaning into it but, his other hand goes to tip your chin up and both of you move for just one more kiss.
Your heart is thumping in your chest as you kiss Gojo one last time, this moment feeling like the final action between the two of you for real this time. You couldnât help the way your lips molded against his so perfectly or how your hand moved to touch his chest ever so slightly.
As you do so, you feel how his skin tenses up and the way he whines against your lips makes you smile. Pulling away, just barely, you open your eyes, âSatoru,â
âY-Yes?â He squeaks out.
âIâm gonna leave now,â You murmur.
He smiles a bit and nods, âMhm..â
âBut, before I do,â The way your words leave you so slowly has him on edge but the next phrase is leaving you before you even think about it, âIâve been thinking about it for a while andâŠâ
Gojo tilts his head and his pupils are all dilated, palms sweaty just from kissing you, and his heart pounding, âWhat is it, sweetheart?â
âI loved the way you confessed to me,â You tell him.
His expression sours into something sad, âWhy do you tell me such things just as youâre about to leave?â
âBecause,â You shrug, âI donât want to leave with you thinking the only thing Iâve ever loved about you was the way you kiss me.â
âBut why tell me this now?â He asks, his brows pushing together in distraught, âDo you understand how difficult it is for me to allow you to walk out of this door?â
You snicker, âWhatâre you gonna do, kidnap me?â
âI might,â Gojo whispers in full seriousness.
You swallow, âSatoruâŠâ
âItâs so hard to let you go,â He tells you, his voice ridiculously low and dark for yet a second time, âAnd I hate myself for it.â
âYouâre crazy, yâknow that?â You hum, halfway joking with him.
He shrugs, âFor you, yes, yes I am.â
You chuckle a bit uneasily, âRight well⊠Iâm uh, Iâm going to leave for real this time.â
âYou need to,â Gojo warns.
âMhm,â You hum, staring up into his eyes in a way that says you kind of donât want to leave, âBye, Satoru.â
He shakes his head, âSay something else, not that. This isnât bye.â
You scoff, âFine, like what then, cya later?â
âY-Yeah,â He mumbles.
God, heâs so cute. You roll your eyes, âFine, cya later Satoru.â
âMhm,â He hums, smiling at the way you corrected yourself, âI love you.â
âIâŠâ You almost said it back.
Gojo smiles, âCareful now.â
With a heavy sigh, you tear your eyes off him and finally turn around, twisting the doorknob and moving to open it, âOkay, okay, see you later,â You rush out.
Gojo steps back away from the door and his hands are quickly shoved down into his pockets, âCya, sweets.â
And with that, you finally leave his apartment, unknowingly leaving him with a boner and a heartache. He got hard from making out with you and was surprised you didnât noticeâŠ
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As for you, youâre taking quick steps down the hallway, trying to get your mind together.
Okay, you managed to stay calm but truth be told, you were panicking the entire time from the moment that man told you he was obsessed with you. In love is one thing but fucking obsessed?
What the hell do you do with that information?? How is he obsessed with you? Why? What the hell? What does that even mean for you?
How does a man both in love and obsessed with you blackmail you into completing a list to clear a debt thatâs not even real? Like always, it doesnât make sense. With Gojo, nothing ever makes sense.
So why do you continue to waste your time trying to figure it out and why are your feelings for him so damn strong? Deep down inside you think you knew.
You knew that somewhere inside youâd fallen for that man. But, in no way would you allow such an emotion to grow and blossom into the unavoidable toxic flower of corrupted love and obsession.
You didnât need that. The list was over so all the stress in your life should be too. Allow Gojo Satoru to fade into the dark parts of your past and focus on the future and whatâs important-
Your phone suddenly starts buzzing in your pocket. You scramble for the device and when you get it out, you see Sukunaâs name plastered over your screen.
Batting your eyelashes at it for a moment, you hesitantly answer the call and stop in the middle of the hallway, bringing your cell to your ear.
âHello?â You greet timidly.
âWait, who the hell-,â Sukunaâs voice fades a bit and then you hear him scoff, âShit, called the wrong whore.â
And just like that, you were appalled, âExcuse me?â
âWhat?â Sukuna hums. You swear his stupidly sexy voice is the only thing saving him right now, âYou liked it when I called you that before-â
âThat was different.â You interrupt.
You hear his voice fade away yet again but you could still make out what he was saying, âDid this damn woman just cut me off?â
His annoyed tone makes you laugh and you can practically picture the frustrated and very faint pout on his face, âYes, Sukuna, yes I did just cut you off.â
He brings his phone back to his ear, âApologize.â
You giggle, âApologize? Oh please-â
âIâll have you kidnapped if you donât.â He threatens, which is funny considering the fact that you remember him being like this that morning after you had sex with him.
Often would he make the wildest threats, like how he told you if you didnât stop moving your feet as he put your shoes on, heâd have your toes cut off. He was quite the dramatic man but that oddly made him entertaining for you.
âShiver me timbers,â You uttered sarcastically. Were you smiling? Was this accidental interaction with Sukuna making you smile??
You hear Sukuna groan and again, you can picture his annoyed expression, âYou have ten seconds.â He tells you. You roll your eyes and open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off, âAnd if you roll your eyes at me again, Iâll have you in my bed again and fuck you until theyâre stuck in the back of your head.â
You blink and look around the hallway. For some reason, the way he knew what you did kinda scared you. Maybe Gojoâs little confession of being obsessed really had you on edgeâŠ
âWhatever,â You hum, disregarding his threat, âSorry Sukuna.â
âSay it like you mean it, whore.â He scowls.
You frown, âStop calling me a whore.â
Sukuna chuckles and raises a brow, âOr what?â
You donât say anything.
âThatâs what I thought, now do as I said.â
You groan and put on this fake dramatic tone, âPlease accept my humblest apologies, lord Sukuna, for I have-â
âOkay you can stop now,â He says. You could hear him laughing and you knew he was smiling from ear to ear, âLord Sukuna, hmm, that has a nice ring to it. Call me that from now on.â
You scoff, âIn your dreams.â
He frowns, âOh donât be like that, sweetheart.â
Why are you even talking to this man right now? âHow do you go from calling me a whore to sweetheart?â You ask the man.
âWell, whore is a generic term I use for all the women I sleep with. And sweetheartâŠâ Sukuna starts chuckling lowly, âThat nickname just has a little ring to it, donât you think?â
âNo.â You say, in your head, only one person is allowed to call you such a thing.
âTch, youâre no fun,â Sukuna tells you, âAnyway, let me go call the correct whore this time.â
You blink, âI-â
He hangs up on you.
You stare at your phone for a moment, processing that short yet entertaining phone call. Then, after your moment you simply brush it off.Â
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You shouldâve gotten off the phone with Sukuna sooner if anything, you were supposed to be calling Choso.
Which is precisely what you go to do. Your fingers tap against your screen and you steadily pick your feet up to walk toward the elevator once more and soon dial up Chosoâs number.
Once you do, the phone rings only one time before the man is answering and by that time, youâre pressing the button to go down on the elevator.
âChoso?â You murmured into the phone as you held it to your ear.
âHey baby, whatâs up?â He greets simply.
And just like that, you think your world is finally rotating on its axis again. Itâs kinda scary how this manâs voice centers you so quickly. You forget that you just made out with Gojo a few minutes ago, found out heâs obsessed with you, and just got off the phone with Sukuna all too quickly.
Who cares about any of that when you have Choso on the phone?
âI thought you were taking a break from meâŠâ Choso adds on.
You laugh, âI was buuut, thatâs over now.â
He smiles, âHow so-â
In the background, you suddenly hear someone speak. âCho, whoâre you on the phone with all of a sudden?â Itâs⊠Itâs a womanâs voice.
Your heart sinks a bit at the sound and you fall quiet as Choso responds to her, âMy girl,â He claims, âGive me sec, please?â
âOh?â The woman snickers, âYour girl? Choso you didnât tell me you had a girlfriend!â
You can hear the shift in Chosoâs voice, he sounds annoyed, âSheâs not exactly-,â He sighs and decides not to correct her, âI think we both know why I didnât say anything.â
The sound of the woman laughing a bit louder can be heard and your heart is just sinking and sinking and sinking. âIf thatâs the case then she must be cute, let me talk to her!â
âWhat the fuck?â Choso spits out, his face scrunching up in frustration, âNo, piss off.â
âWhyâre you so grouchy all of a sudden?â She asks, giggling at the man. You canât tell if sheâs flirting or if this is the kind of behavior sheâs used to, âI just wanna ask her something!â
âThe same bullshit question you ask everyone?â Choso quizzes in a dull tone, âYeah, no.â
She pouts, âWhyyy-â
âChosoâŠâ You suddenly call out, interrupting it all as you make your way out of Gojoâs apartment complex and to your car.
The way Chosoâs every ounce of attention goes to you and how his voice lights back up doesnât go unnoticed, âSorry about that, yes princess?â
The womanâs voice is heard yet again, âOhhh? Princess? You never called me that-â
âShut the fuck up, oh my god,â Choso groans out to her. He sends her a glare too but you donât see this since youâre on the phone. Then, he returns to you, âIgnore her, what were you saying?â He asks you.
You swallow, âWho uhâŠâ Your hand is working to open your car door and youâre trying not to feel displeased right now, âWho is that?â
âHuh? Oh, a friend, why?â Choso says simply.
You grit your teeth a bit, attempting to chill the burn in your heart, âChoso, I asked who not what.â You tell him, your voice firm and clearly pissed off despite the way you tried to control it.
âI-,â Choso sighs and although you canât see it, this slow and sexy smile spreads across his face, âBaby⊠Are you jealous?â
Your brows furrow, âW-What? No, I-â
âItâs okay if you are.â He purrs almost excitedly.
âI-Iâm not, I was just curious.â You lie, âDo you want me to be jealous or something?â
Choso shrugs, âItâs kinda hot if you are.â
âI-, wait seriously?â Your eyelashes bat in disbelief, âSo you do want me to be jealous?â
He gets quiet for a second and then hums, âI was gonnaâ say yes but actually, no itâs better if youâre not.â
Now youâre confused. Furrowing your brows, âHuh, why?â You ask.
âCauseâ uhhhâŠâ Choso shifts around a bit, âHold on,â He tells you. Then you feel your phone buzz and you receive a text from him.
Remaining confused, you move to look at the message he sent you. Then, your eyes widen, âOh?â
âYeahhâŠâ Choso sighs.
âSooo,â You smirk, âYou donât want me to be jealous because it makes your dick hard?â
His face goes red and he drops his head into the palm of his hand, âShit⊠Yâknow, the whole point of me texting it to you was so that it wasnât said out loud.â
You giggle, âChoso, that's one toxic kink to have.â
âShut up,â He teases, âItâs not a kink.â
âMe being jealous turns you on, sounds like a kink to me.â You argue with a shrug.
âItâs not, I swear. I just thought it was hot.â
Your voice dips into something sultry for just a moment, âHot enough for your cock to spring up-â
âJesus,â Choso choked, âBaby youâre killing me over here.â
The sound of him struggling is cute and you can only imagine how red his face was, âAm I?â
âYes, enough with the dirty talk.â He pleads.
You chuckle, âFine, fine. Now answer my question.â
âHuh? Oh yeah, Iâm with Yuki.â Choso finally tells you.
Well, you werenât exactly jealous before but nowâŠ
Yuki? As in, the woman he was fooling around with when you first met him? Why is he with her now?
You swallow, âWhere are you guys?â
Choso bites his lip, âWhy?â
You frown and your voice gets serious, âIâm not playing with you, Cho.â
âYouâre also not my girlfriend so you canât exactly ask those questions.â He responds sassily.
You wanted to be pissed off but he made a very valid point. âI was thinking about changing that but yâknow what, since you wanna be like that, never mind.â You say sweetly, a faux smile on your face.
âWait, wait, baby I was just joking, weâre at a cafe,â Choso says quickly, âHoly shit, youâre really fuckinâ sexy when youâre mad.â
You roll your eyes, âI wasnât madâŠâ
âLiar,â He chuckles, âAnyway, Iâll send you my location.â
âMhm, as you should,â You comment.
Choso smiles, âYouâre such a shit talker over the phone but every time I see you, you know not to say things like that.â
You laugh as you move to start your vehicle, âIs that so?â
âYeah-â His voice is cut off by something that you donât see which is a small piece of bread being thrown at him. Choso is pissed off with his company all over again, âYuki, fuck off for a second, please?â
She chuckles, âI gave you a few minutes but listening to you flirt is so annoying.â
Chosoâs brows push together, âExcuse me-â
âI mean, youâre not very good at it after all. I wonder how the hell you managed to get a girlf-â Thereâs a shuffle over the phone and you hear a shriek, âHey! Câmon, this is my favorite shirtttt!â
âCry about it,â Choso snickers, then he returns to you once more, âAnyway, are you on your way here?â
âI dunno, it sounds like youâre having a great time.â You comment, âI wouldnât wanna interrupt anything-â
âBaby,â Choso hums, âYouâre not interrupting shit, trust me. Iâd actually prefer it if you were here.â
Although youâre currently backing out of the parking lot and have in your head that youâre definitely showing up after hearing another woman, you roll your eyes, âUhuhâŠâ
He sighs and he doesnât exactly like how you sound upset anymore, âAre you coming or not?â
âYeah,â You tell him.
âGood.â He nods.
âSo that means I can meet her!â Yuki chimes in, her voice so loud in the background that you honestly thought she may be sitting right next to Choso.
The dark-haired man sends the woman another glare, âI want you gone by the time she gets here.â
âWhaaat, whyyyyy?â She whines.
He groans, âBecause youâre annoying as shit and sheâll never like you.â
She pouts at him, âYouâre so mean to me when youâre on the phoneâŠâ
âYuki, youâre pissing me off,â Choso says, his voice revealing just how agitated he is.
âAwww, am I?â Yuki coos.
Choso rolls his eyes, âPlease leave me alone.â
âBut-â
âFuck off,â Choso cuts her off, then, you donât see it but he stands from where he is and simply walks away, âIâll see you soon, then?â
The sound of him talking to you again has you feeling weird. You hated that you could hear the obvious banter between Choso and Yuki so clearly and it made you feel almost forgotten over the phone.
âSure,â You voice out plainly.
He stops walking and his brows furrow, âAre you upset?â
Kinda, but you donât want to express or entertain that emotion, âNo.â
âYou sound like it.â Choso points out, seeing through you as he always does.
Youâve run out of things to say so you simply hum, âOh.â
âCâmon princess whatâs with the one-word responses?â He asks, his voice filling with concern. Itâs like he doesnât see anything wrong with what just happened, âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing, Cho.â You murmur.
He sighs frustratedly, âYouâre lying.â
You don't know why but there was just this ill feeling in your chest. Whether it was jealousy or something else goes unknown. âIâm gonna hang up now, see you when I get there.â You tell him.
Chosoâs completely confused and he doesnât know if he likes this demeanor of yours as much as he said he did earlier, âWait-â
You hang up anyway. Were you actually upset? Not really but you did feel some type of way. You didnât know what to make of Yuki based on what you heard over the phone.Â
Maybe you were being dramatic or even a hypocrite given the fact that you literally just left Gojo but you didnât really care. Something about Yuki and Choso being together just threw you off. Why would he be with her now? Is it because you were unavailable? Were they on some kinda date?
You felt like you were going crazy trying to figure it out and your assumptions werenât making it any better. Why was this bothering you so much? Since when do you care that Chosoâs with someone else, itâs not like he never told you about Yuki before.
But, maybe that was why. Maybe it was because you knew they had something going on before and given how clingy of a person Choso is, maybe heâd run back to her while you took your break from him.
Fuck, you hate how much youâre thinking about this. You knew you were being a hypocrite about it and yet it still bothered you. Even though Choso spent that whole call cursing the woman out, with the way she responded to it just seemed like thatâs how he always treats herâŠ
You hate that. You hate that it feels like thereâs someone else-, fuck, is this karma? Is this what you get for falling for the man you once hated and Choso at the same time?
Shit, so lost in your thoughts, you nearly missed how fast you were driving and got lucky you snapped back into reality. Slowing yourself to the speed limit, you tried to refocus your mind on where you were going.
Choso had sent you the address and you noticed that this cafe was roughly a few streets away from that one nightclub⊠The way everything in this city keeps connecting to one another kind of frightens you. What would happen if you were to run into someone else from the list while you were with Choso?
You chuckle, the chances of that happening are slim to none, right?
Funny. You were actually so wrong to assume such a thing because as soon as you entered that damn cafe, things decided to take an interesting turn.
GOJO SATORU âïž đđłđ¶đŠ đđȘđ§đ§đȘđ€đ¶đđ”đș: đđđšđź
GETO SUGURU âïž đđłđ¶đŠ đđȘđ§đ§đȘđ€đ¶đđ”đș: đđđšđź
TOJI FUSHIGURO âïž đđłđ¶đŠ đđȘđ§đ§đȘđ€đ¶đđ”đș: đđđđđȘđą
KAMO CHOSO âïž đđłđ¶đŠ đđȘđ§đ§đȘđ€đ¶đđ”đș: đđđąđ-đđđđđȘđą / đđđšđź
ZEN'IN NAOYA âïž đđłđ¶đŠ đđȘđ§đ§đȘđ€đ¶đđ”đș: đđđ©đ§đđąđđĄđź đđđšđź
ITADORI SUKUNA âïž đđłđ¶đŠ đđȘđ§đ§đȘđ€đ¶đđ”đș: đđđąđ-đđđšđź???
NANAMI KENTO âïž đđłđ¶đŠ đđȘđ§đ§đȘđ€đ¶đđ”đș: đđđ§đ
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